Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fraudulant Shadows ❯ Empty Process ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6

Empty Process

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"Joey Wheeler? They told me you'd be coming back. However, I expected sooner." The dark figure leaned forward until he was kneeling on one knee and staring directly at Joey.

Joey's eyes squinted through the blinding glow over the stranger's shoulder. He leaned sideways until the sun was out of range. The man had three scars, slanted across his darkened face. He had pulled back his black, unruly hair in a lazy ponytail. He was tall, standing around 6'1 and wore Celtic style armor around his torso and waist. Joey finally registered who the looming figure was. "Mokuba?"

The man grinned and stood back up. "I knew you'd recognize me, Joey."

Bakura barked out at the warrior. "Listen! We have plenty of time for chit chat when you get rid of that dragon!"

Mokuba gazed at the white haired x-bandit and smirked. "Yes sir!" He immediately leaped into the air and vanished behind a billboard sign on top of a six-story building.

Joey gapped at the action. "Was…that really…Mokuba?" He slowly turned toward Bakura who was looking up in the direction where Mokuba had leaped.

Bakura nodded and sighed disgruntled. "Yes, that was Mokuba. A good for nothing monster slayer if you ask me."

The blonde teen was about to respond to the comment when he heard a loud, irritated roar from the black dragon. He quickly noticed the figure jumping onto its back, stabbing aimlessly into the scaly hide. "That's not going to work," Joey stated. "He needs more than just a sword."

"Do you notice his fighting style?" Bakura asked as he leaned back against the limousine and stared at the ground.

Joey gazed at Bakura in bewilderment and then back at Mokuba. He studied the man's combating skills and scoffed. "It reminds me of the Celtic Guardian."

"Exactly," Bakura replied. "He learned to fight from the Celtic Guardian himself. His armor even came from him."

"Say what?" Joey blinked. "What happened to the Celtic Guardian? Why isn't he here to help Mokuba?"

Bakura didn't respond. He remained focused on the ground.

Joey let it slide as he turned back to watch the battle. He gasped when he noticed Mokuba had fallen off, landing on top of one of the other vehicles.

The dragon flapped his wings abruptly and was up in the air without a single glance at his slayer.

"No!" Mokuba exclaimed as he sat up and rammed his fist into the roof of the automobile. "I was so close to capturing him this time!" He slid off the car and noted his audience staring at him in astonishment. "Sorry folks. At least you're safe now." He looked away, shame spelt all over his face.

The crowd started to dissolve slowly, reentering into their vehicles and the safety of the buildings.

Mokuba steadily made his way back to where Joey and Bakura were, a goofy smile gracing his lips. "Heh, I really screwed up, didn't I?"

Bakura snorted. "That's putting it mildly."

Joey stared dumbfounded at the familiar slayer. "Mokuba? What happened to you? Where's the twerp that I always used to know?"

"I've grown up, man," Mokuba responded, a bit irked by the question. "I became a slayer eight years after the accident."

Bakura growled as he grabbed Joey by the shoulder and urged him back into the limousine. "Listen, Mokuba. Seto told me to tell you that you had better quite the business or you'll end up killing yourself. I don't blame him! After almost losing Joey, I think he could actually come through with committing suicide this time around!"

"Is my brother actually telling me this, or is it YOU that wants me to quite?" Mokuba mocked.

The white haired fiend murmured something inaudible as he slid into the back seat, allowing Mokuba to shut the door. "That damn Kaiba. He still acts like a kid." Bakura shook his head and soon replaced his stern expression with a smile, never noticing Joey's smirk.

Mokuba patted the top of the limousine, signifying the driver to leave. He waved them goodbye and retreated to the top of the buildings once again.

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Joey was…stunned. There was no other way of putting it. It was definitely Seto, but what had happened to his bronze skin and dark blue eyes? His perfect face was marred unmercifully. If the blonde thought his lover was cold before, he could only imagine what he was like now. "S-Seto?"

Seto stared at the teen for what seemed like hours. "A dream. It has to be a dream." The CEO spoke softly as he reached out with both his hands, wanting to feel the illusion. "You can't be real."

Joey could feel his eyes burning with fiery tears. He had never heard Seto speak so gently, so lovingly. He reached out to touch Seto's face and ran his thumbs gently over his cheeks, wiping the man's own tears away. "I'm…real Seto."

"Yes. Yes you are!" Seto closed his eyes as he brought the blonde teen into his arms and held him for all it was worth. "My puppy has returned."

Joey wept against Seto's chest, ravishing the warmth and spicy aroma that he had no idea how long he missed. "Please, Seto! I want to feel you again. I want your skin against mine, your lips against my lips and your soft hair against my cheek. I want to make love with you."

Seto buried his face into Joey's silky locks, still feeling a bit of chill to it from the chamber. He ran his hand along Joey's neck and down his back, pressing his fingers gently into his lover's spine.

Joey arched his back, wanting more of the tender contact. He purred deeply when he felt the other's sensual lips against his neck.

Within minutes, they had piled their clothes on the floor in front of Seto's desk.

Seto used his arm to push everything off his desk and onto the floor. He then pressed Joey against the desk and parted his legs. "I love you, Joey," he whispered before he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a tube of lube. He coated his fingers with the substance and then applied it to Joey's entrance.

The teen tensed when Seto pressed his legs back, practically against his chest. Joey let out a long moan when his puckered hole slowly started to allow Seto inside him. He wrapped his hands around the CEO's neck and planted butterfly kisses all over his face.

Seto purred and returned the kisses with his own. He paused after he realized he had hit the hilt and waited for his small lover to relax.

Joey gasped in pleasure. He never forgot how it felt when Seto first entered him. It was like pure white bliss that never seemed to fade, even after their lovemaking.

After feeling the teen loosened up, Seto pulled out part way and shuttered to the cool air stream and quickly pushed back into the warmth causing Joey to close his muscles, which drove Seto to thrust harder and faster.

They moaned into each other's mouth, hot vibrations coursing down their throats and into the pits of their stomachs. "Beautiful…" Seto murmured against the other's lips. "You're absolutely stunning."

Joey softly giggled and gasped when he felt his sensitive nerves doing a pleasured dance within his nether regions. Their steady beat was the harsh breathing and moaning that erupted from the lovers' chests. The dancing became continuous until the blonde teen felt his release and gripped tightly to Seto's shoulders. "Setoooooo…"

Seto let out a groan and released his own essence into the boy.

Joey had only closed his eyes for instant when he heard soft sobbing against his chest. "Seto?"

The CEO looked up with tear filled eyes and a weak smile. "Don't leave me again…my pet. Please…I couldn't bare it." He hugged his small lover close to his body and left a lingering kiss against his forehead.

The blonde teen trembled in the man's embrace, afraid he wouldn't be able to hold to those words. He loved Seto with all his heart, and more now that they were reunited. "I…promise….Seto."

They both curled up into each other's arms and basked in the warmth.

"Never again," Seto whispered.

To Be Continued

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Sisco: Wow! I finally updated…after realizing that writing too much hardcore was getting to my brain. I had to make this rated R so it wouldn't suck so much. *sighs* and, it still does.

Seto: Hm…Not really. I got to screw my puppy!

Joey: -_-;

Sisco: Oh…dear gawd! Moreover, here I thought the CEO had a better hobby than screwing the mutt.

Joey and Seto: *glares*

Sisco: ^.^;;;;