Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Poison Still Tastes Sweet ❯ Poison Still Tastes Sweet ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: mylittleunderground 
Poison
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.17.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 530 | Visits: 445 | Status: Completed
Poison
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.17.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 530 | Visits: 445 | Status: Completed
A/N: Jou x Mokuba. Dirty Kissing. Not much substance.
Poison Still Tastes Sweet
The boy was dripping with it. From his lustrous eyes to his coy cheeks - poison. Sweet, delicious poison.
Jou hadn't noticed it before. He hadn't been paying much attention, in fact. There was Seto Kaiba and there was Mokuba Kaiba. Asshole and Asshole's little brother. That was all.
That was then.
He noticed Mokuba liked to look at him, glance at him, just plain stare at him. He didn't notice that either. But after a couple more stares, a clever telephone conversation and few strings pulled, Jou's found out what he hasn't been noticing.
Wet. Humid. Teen endorphins are going haywire.
"Lock the door." Mokuba pleads in cunningly placed whimpers. They're at Yuugi's house, in Yuugi's room. They're supposed to be getting dressed for the sleep over- oh well. "Please."
Jou's not really sure what he's doing but he locks the door from behind anyway.
Saliva's on his face, smacking hard before he has a chance to look at his assaulter. It tastes sugary sharp- like the perfume wives wear when they want to leave their husbands. Jounouchi knows what that smells like.
Mokuba moans- he's getting worked up over nothing. Jou's not even trying to kiss back. Rather, he's deciding if he should be shocked or just plain shitless. 'If a certain someone finds out...'
Like that'll happen.
Jou's wrapping his arms around the other's waste. It's bony. It's anxious. Taut and trying too hard. He's not even attracted to it but right now it feels good.
He's a dog in heat and the kiss burns.
Burns like acid.
He thinks of something to ease the silence. He's a compulsive talker just because he can't bear to hear nothing. His own little way of saying 'haven't seen you in a while' is:
"If memory serves me right...You little brat" He speaks, saying words whenever he can, "... You tried to poison me.... and you actually did it."
Mokuba's lapping his tongue on his chin. Feels too good.
"You had the antidote....I got poisoned too." Still lapping, wet and moist skin connecting with soft, pleasurable taste buds.
At this point, Jou might have been reminded of the story of Romeo and Juliet if he had been paying any attention in Classic Literature class. Too bad he hadn't- would've made him look more romantic.
"You little....ass." He sighs, feeling the other licking his ear.
Jou feels himself getting anxious, wanting something tangible to feel. He imagines if the rest of Mokuba tastes as good as his mouth.
Probably not-
Jou tries to remember what the poison tasted like... that kiddie meal so long ago.
-Mokuba will probably taste like a sin. A temptation tempted.
A poison with no cure.
Owari.
Poison Still Tastes Sweet
The boy was dripping with it. From his lustrous eyes to his coy cheeks - poison. Sweet, delicious poison.
Jou hadn't noticed it before. He hadn't been paying much attention, in fact. There was Seto Kaiba and there was Mokuba Kaiba. Asshole and Asshole's little brother. That was all.
That was then.
He noticed Mokuba liked to look at him, glance at him, just plain stare at him. He didn't notice that either. But after a couple more stares, a clever telephone conversation and few strings pulled, Jou's found out what he hasn't been noticing.
Wet. Humid. Teen endorphins are going haywire.
"Lock the door." Mokuba pleads in cunningly placed whimpers. They're at Yuugi's house, in Yuugi's room. They're supposed to be getting dressed for the sleep over- oh well. "Please."
Jou's not really sure what he's doing but he locks the door from behind anyway.
Saliva's on his face, smacking hard before he has a chance to look at his assaulter. It tastes sugary sharp- like the perfume wives wear when they want to leave their husbands. Jounouchi knows what that smells like.
Mokuba moans- he's getting worked up over nothing. Jou's not even trying to kiss back. Rather, he's deciding if he should be shocked or just plain shitless. 'If a certain someone finds out...'
Like that'll happen.
Jou's wrapping his arms around the other's waste. It's bony. It's anxious. Taut and trying too hard. He's not even attracted to it but right now it feels good.
He's a dog in heat and the kiss burns.
Burns like acid.
He thinks of something to ease the silence. He's a compulsive talker just because he can't bear to hear nothing. His own little way of saying 'haven't seen you in a while' is:
"If memory serves me right...You little brat" He speaks, saying words whenever he can, "... You tried to poison me.... and you actually did it."
Mokuba's lapping his tongue on his chin. Feels too good.
"You had the antidote....I got poisoned too." Still lapping, wet and moist skin connecting with soft, pleasurable taste buds.
At this point, Jou might have been reminded of the story of Romeo and Juliet if he had been paying any attention in Classic Literature class. Too bad he hadn't- would've made him look more romantic.
"You little....ass." He sighs, feeling the other licking his ear.
Jou feels himself getting anxious, wanting something tangible to feel. He imagines if the rest of Mokuba tastes as good as his mouth.
Probably not-
Jou tries to remember what the poison tasted like... that kiddie meal so long ago.
-Mokuba will probably taste like a sin. A temptation tempted.
A poison with no cure.
Owari.