Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Future of the Past ❯ Four- Pleasure and Sorrow ( Chapter 4 )

The Future of the Past

A Yu-GI-Oh! Fanfiction V2.0

By: Sanjuno Shori

Rating: R, oh don't look at me that way, you know you like it.

Pairings: S/J, Y/Y

Warnings: YOAI, AU, BDSM, lemons galore, and character development, yeah! Go me!

Disclaimer: The Yu-Gi-Oh! Trademark, characters, cards, monsters, game, anime and manga are copyrighted to someone else. I'm making no money off of this, so you can't sue me. I'm just borrowing them for a little bit. The fic is mine, please ask me before you take or post it. You cooperation in expected.

AUTHORS NOTES

"Whoo-hoo! Victory!"

Sanjuno does a victory dance around the room, the Agapuhrcocaama spinning in counter orbit. Everyone watches in silence. Sanjuno lands in her computer chair with a bounce and grins.

"Exams are over! Whee!"

"Oh."

Reiai and Shinma show up, looking rather worse for wear. Jounouchi glances at them, keeping one eye on Kaiba and most of the room between them. Kaiba is not so reserved, sitting up from where he was lounging.

"What happened to you two?"

"Meijin-sama and her friends celebrated the end of exams last night."

"So?"

"So Sanjuno-meijin got buzzed, watched everyone else get plotzed, managed to steal their souls, laughed, and overdosed on sugar so badly she's still vibrating."

"Oh."

There is a moment of silence. It's broken by Sanjuno laughing maniacally, pointing at the ceiling, and screaming.

"Duck! I hate the godsdamned duck!"

She twitches and begins to mutter death threats as she plots the destruction of the decoy duck from her art exam. Everyone stares again, and even Yugi starts inching away. Suddenly she looks up, a terribly lucid expression on her face.

"Why are you all still here? We have to do the fic!"

"Aw shit."

= Whoosh! =

Jounouchi is still cursing as the floor opens up beneath him and the other characters.

"Time to get moving boys."

"Hai!"

The chibi muses perch on Sanjuno's head as she proceeds to fix the fic.

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Recap:

- SNICKT! -

Dahk blinked and looked at the red crystal sword blade stuck in the ground where his head had been just seconds before, implications making his face pale abruptly under his tan.

+ Ah-ha!! +

The Swordsman who now sat on his stomach spoke brightly, beaming happily at nothing in particular.

+ There it is!! +

Ciel was having problems with breathing by this point, he was laughing so hard the only reason he was still on his feet was that the Magician was holding him upright. Even the ever-serious Gician was having trouble keeping a straight face.

The Lord of D looked into bright blue eyes, and the Swordsman sitting on him grinned, the air around him almost sparkling.

+ Hello!! I'm Raji!! Who're all of you?! +

It looks like things were going to get interesting.

Tsuzuku...

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The Future of the Past

Chapter 4: Dreams of Pleasure, Memories of Sorrow

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Very interesting indeed, as it appeared that not only were the Dark Magician and the Celtic Guardian having trouble breathing, but they also seemed to be suddenly very uncomfortable. Dahk stopped glaring at his friends when he recognized the signs, he had suffered similar feelings just minutes before after all.

+ Erm, Dahk, sorry but... +

+ Oh, go on then. I can deal with this myself. +

Looking pathetically grateful, Ciel dragged his purple haired mate back to the portion of the shadow plane that they had shaped for themselves. Rolling his eyes the Lord looked back up at the Flame Swordsman who was still, against all probability, sitting on his stomach.

Regarding the redhead seated on him, Dahk decided to go with the safest route when dealing with people who seem to be a bit loopy, he humored him.

+ Hello, you said your name was Raji? I am Dahk. +

This earned him a bright, deliriously happy smile.

+ It's nice to meet you Dahk!! +

+ For me as well. +

Here the Lord of D hesitated, his usual solemnity deserting him. He slowly came to realize that, not only was Raji still beaming at him, but the redhead was not moving and it did not look like he would be doing so anytime in the near future.

+ Raji? +

+ Yes?! +

+ Is there any particular reason for you to be sitting on my stomach? +

+ Umm... +

The flame blue eyes blinked as the swordsman considered the question, lips pursed. Dahk's stomach was in fact covered by dragon bone armor, but Raji was only distantly aware of this fact. It seemed that blue chain mail and flowing red robes were good for something after all! Raji giggled, planting his elbows on Dahk's chest to rest his chin on his hands, nose to nose with the prone spellcaster.

+ No, not really, but it's actually kinda' comfy!! +

With the look of a person who has just realized that, perhaps, they have gotten just a little bit out of their depth, the Lord blinked. He then rallied magnificently, landing on a solution that would at least get him up off the ground.

+ Perhaps you might like to let me up. We can go for a walk and, um, get to know one another better. +

+ OK!! +

+ Wonderful, off please. +

Raji scrambled off as Dahk stood up and they set off together into the shadows that made up the landscape. The red head chattering excitedly to the darker humanoid who had adopted a long-suffering expression.

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After leaving Seto and his new pet to their own devices, Yami had taken Yugi directly to their rooms. Saying nothing, Yugi had followed along behind the darker man as he moved straight for the bedroom.

Once safely inside the locked chambers Yami had stopped moving. Standing rigidly still, crimson eyes glaring into the distance, clenching his hands until the knuckles turned white. Yugi studied the tense muscles in his lover's back for a moment before he wrapped his arms around Yami's waist from behind.

Yugi buried his face in the soft cloth that covered the pharaoh's back, breathing in his lover's scent.

"I knew you'd come after me. Even if I hadn't escaped you'd have found me and gotten me back."

An explosive sigh escaped the taller boy as he spun on his heel. Pulling Yugi tight against his chest and burying his face in the red tipped black strands of the smaller boy's hair Yami sighed again, this one a sound of relief rather than a release of tension.

"I was so worried that I might not, or that I would be too late."

Yugi said nothing, just nuzzling into the embrace. Yami placed a kiss on the top of Yugi's head, then rested his cheek against the soft hair.

"From now on I want you to always be within shouting distance of at least one of the Inner Guard."

"I understand Yami, I'll be more careful from now on."

"Good."

Yami released the other boy and began to remove his clothes, moving towards the bed as he did so.

"Seto's new slave, what do you think of him?"

Yugi blinked but dealt easily with the topic change as he pulled his top off, small hands grabbing for his lover's clothes as he caught up with the taller man.

"Jou? He's a nice person, but he's been hurt. I don't believe he'll trust very easily. I think he likes me though."

"Hmm..."

Yami lay on his back on the bed, tucking his hands under his head as he stared thoughtfully at the ceiling.

"That's good, because he will be your company for when I am not with you. He may also be a target now, just for helping you get away from your kidnappers. But we can't know for certain. Although he seemed to be getting along with Seto well enough. What were your impressions on the two of them?"

Yugi crawled over to sit beside the pharaoh's sprawled form, bemused by the thought of the mighty pharaoh, feared for his relentless battle strategies, playing matchmaker for the most powerful sorcerer-priest in the kingdom and a slave boy.

"Seto and Jou?"

The large violet eyes grew distant, turning inwards as he examined his impressions.

"They... fit. I don't know how to describe it, but... they just seemed so right together that I honestly just didn't think about it until now. Seto wasn't using his ice-heart mask when he looked at Jou, and Jou... he wasn't afraid of Seto, not really anyway. Not even when he heard you say that Seto was his new master. I don't think I've ever seen two people who just... mesh like that. You can tell right off that they'll be good for each other."

"I know another pair who were meant to be together."

Yugi blinked and looked down into crimson eyes, smiling back at the gentle look being directed at him.

"You do? Who are they?"

"Us."

Chucking Yami reached up and pulled Yugi's face closer and breathed the single word answer before claiming the smaller boy's lips in a soft kiss that expressed everything that they did not need to say and everything they had already said before.

Sighing Yugi sank into the embrace until he stretched out along side the taller boy. Yami ran his tongue along his slave's bottom lip and Yugi eagerly accepted the invasion of his master's tongue. For many long minutes, they remained like this, savoring the sweet joy of the gentle embrace.

Then the kiss grew deeper as Yami flipped them so that Yugi lay beneath him. Drawing back the pharaoh smirked as the smaller body under his bucked up into the tempting pressure of skin on skin. The silken slide of bare bodies accompanied by the wet tangle of slick tongues pushed aside the worry and stress of the day, leaving only the moment and their enjoyment of each other.

Breaking off their latest kiss to breathe Yami began to slowly move down his lover's body, sucking on the delicate skin behind Yugi's ears and under his jaw, leaving faint red marks behind.

"Ahh, Yami..."

Yugi moaned as the taller boy started to trace the shell of one ear with his tongue, then sucked and nibbled on the lobe. Slender fingers tangled in the other teen's hair as the smaller boy tried to pull his lover closer.

Yami pushed himself up, regarding his slave with passion dark eyes. The hands slipped from the pharaoh's hair and began to move purposely lower, a mischievous glint in Yugi's violet eyes. Yami caught Yugi's wrists in his hands and dropped a kiss to each palm, grinning back at his playful lover.

"Now, now, you're being a rather naughty slave little one. We can't have that."

As he spoke, Yami began tying the smaller teen's hands to the top of the bed with a strip of soft silk. Effectively immobilizing Yugi's hands so that the pharaoh could explore the slender body at his leisure. Without any predicted interruptions Yami fully intended to take his time. Yami wanted Yugi mindless with pleasure until he could not help be know that he belong to Yami, that only the pharaoh could bring him this feeling. Which was exactly what he then set out to do, and according to Yugi, Yami did it very, very well.

Resuming his previous path Yami nibbled and sucked on the slender line of Yugi's neck. Encouraged by the sound of soft gasps and moans frequently emitted from between soft lips.

Teeth and tongue scraped along the edge of Yugi's collar bone, and down to the small pink peaks of his nipples. Suckling and biting softly until both were hypersensitive to any touch, including the soft breaths of air that made the slave arch up and moan.

Further down, over the ribcage and into the dip of the navel. Teasing with lips, tongue, and teeth until moving even further, sucking on the delicate skin over the hipbones until vivid red marks stood out, claims on what was his.

Finally, and after much begging on Yugi's part, Yami hovered over straining flesh, looking up the body that writhed under his hands. Flushed with passion and violet eyes dark with desire Yugi looked at his master, breath coming in sharp pants as watched the dark man who lay between his sprawled legs.

A devilish grin was flashed in his direction and suddenly Yugi's world shrunk until it consisted of love and need and Yami. His hardness was enveloped in slick, warm wetness punctuated by the occasional scrape of teeth. Slamming his head back into the pillows and straining against the bonds on his hands, the grip on his hips that kept him from getting what he wanted, from getting more.

Hazy thoughts drifted through the young slaves mind as his master attempted to drive him insane with thwarted lust. He knew that tying him down was Yami's way of reassuring himself that Yugi's wasn't leaving, but he did wish that he could return the pleasure his lover gave him so freely. Distantly he heard the sound of someone opening a bottle; Yugi was able to gather enough of his scattered thoughts to realize what that meant before the first oil slick finger slid inside.

Time slowed and stretched like warm honey until nothing existed but the feeling of the finger inside him, the heat and pressure on his hardness, the breathless waiting, then the filling ecstasy when the next finger was placed inside, and then the next. Yugi moaned and tossed his head arching pleadingly into Yami's touch. The Pharaoh smirked, removing his mouth from its place on the slave's length, to look innocently at his lover.

"Is something wrong little one?"

"Nn, Yami..."

Yugi moaned again as Yami chuckled and twisted the fingers resting inside his body, striking the spot deep inside that sent fireworks off in his vision.

"Yami!"

Yugi cried out as the fingers left him bereft, but not for long.

In a single smooth stroke Yami was seated deep inside the familiar body, sighs, pants, moans and whimpers filling the area around the two as a slow torturous rhythm began. A fire that consumed and possessed and swept away everything but the feeling of being joined burned in them. Yami held Yugi's gaze in his own even as he slid in and out, the slap and slide of bare flesh meeting bare flesh sounding in counter point to the breathy whimpers as the smaller boy sought more.

Slowly, in much the same matter of an avalanche, the thrusts gained momentum, the pressure building faster, higher, until it broke over them like a tsunami. Twin cries of completion rang out into the shadows around the bed, then soft sighs, the rustle of blankets, and what might have been a very tired pharaoh fumbling with the knot in a strip of silk. Now the only sound was the breathing of two long time lovers as they settled down and slept

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`Mmm... warm... soft... safe... safe?'

Surprised out of his slumber by the unaccustomed feelings of security Jounouchi cracked open one eye and saw a bronzed expanse of tanned skin. The skin covered a rather well muscled chest; a chest he was lying on, a chest that he also seemed to remember belonging to his new master.

`Oh damn.'

Moving carefully so as not to awaken the sleeping priest Jounouchi slowly crept out of the arms that encircled him, desperately trying to ignore the twinges of reluctance that made him want to crawl back into the warmth offered by the other teen. He hardly dared to draw breath as the brunette shifted in his sleep, forcing the blonde to pause and watch the other man carefully for any signs of waking. The urge to just stop moving away and return to the circle of the high priest's arms was almost overwhelming.

`No, no, you know better than that! You're a slave, and slaves don't sleep with their masters! It just, isn't the way things are...'

The panic delayed by shock began to surface, screaming that if he did not get moving he would be regretting it later. Struggling for silence Jounouchi slowly started moving again, never once taking his eyes from the others sleeping face and praying to any deity who might be listening that he would get out of this situation in one piece.

Once he finally managed to get to the edge of the bed Jounouchi looked around, trying to get his bearings. The room and its contents fairly screamed rich and powerful. Wide amber eyes swept over the room, taking in gold, silk, and gems, all the while searching for his clothes. Then his gaze finally came to rest on the small pile of green silk from earlier that night. Jounouchi remembered how his master had very nearly torn his clothes off when he used the sudden movement to subdue and tie the slave down. Then he tried to ignore the throb in his groin brought about by the memory of what happened after that and desperately wondered what he was going to do.

Finally deciding to see how badly ripped up he was from before Jounouchi pushed off the bed. Being certain to move gingerly in expectation of the pain that he knew would be there. Shivering in the coolness of the air. It came as a shock after the warmth of the blankets. Unexpectedly, Jounouchi noticed that none of the predicted pain he usually felt after a night with his masters surfaced. Cautiously moving a little more the shocked blond stopped thinking about getting away and instead turned to look at sleeping form on the bed.

The High Priest lay silent on the pale sheets, sleeping on completely oblivious to Jounouchi's wondering gaze. Biting his lip Jou took an unconscious step back towards the bed, but froze again as memories assaulted him. Rough hands tore and bruised, whips ripped his skin, beatings that bled together in a haze of pain, masters who used his body, found their pleasure in his pain. Jounouchi swayed a choked cry escaping his throat as the dark memories welled up inside him, washing over his mind.

He never came away from his encounters with masters in one piece. It was a fact of life. The masters didn't care about their slaves coming through the night in one piece. Once the master was satisfied you just cleaned up as best you could and prayed to the gods that you were ignored long enough for the results to heal. Jounouchi crashed to his knees, hands clapped tightly over his mouth to stifle any sounds he may make. The slender body shuddered on the floor, panic attacking his mind with a relentless barrage of past experiences.

Through a haze of remembered pain came the memory of the High Priest's voice, talking to him as they returned to the Palace, the intense pleasure his touch invoked. From the outside moving in deep blue eyes pierced the darkness, the warmth from their coupling washing against the cold tide of fear. Jounouchi blinked his eyes clear of tears, and wondered why the other mans actions were so different from those of the other masters. What made the sorcerer so special? Jounouchi was completely unable to hate him for his actions. Instead a vague, formless hope had attached itself to the thoughts of the blue eyed man, still small, but growing steadily.

A shiver ran up his spine as he thought once again about the man who was his master, and he turned his eyes back to the bed. From which a strong hand shot out and wrapped itself around his wrist, hauling him back up into the sheets. Worried blue eyes were staring down at him, strong tanned arms were wrapped around his waist.

"What's wrong pet? Why did you try to leave?"

Seto watched as wide amber eyes met his own, a small shocked gasp greeting his questions. The smaller teen struggled for words, and valiantly tried to ignore the fact that both were conspicuously lacking in any form of clothing.

"I... was just going to... get my clothes..."

"Really?"

Seto sat up and leaned against the headboard, pulling Jounouchi into his lap as he did. The blonde stared at the sorcerer, wondering why the other man was so calm. The amused smile did nothing to soothe his fears, really it didn't. No, really, it didn't. Hey, what's that look for? Are you laughing at me? The voices in his head were rather more disturbing, especially when they started insulting each other.

"Now why did you think you needed to do something like that? I much prefer you the way you are."

Jounouchi sucked in his breath as the change in position made him very aware of certain things. The pleasant ache inside him instead of searing pain, the feel of a growing hardness pressing into the backs of his thighs that gave truth to the priest's words. Curiously, he felt none of the fear he was expecting, having suffered the effects of terror just seconds before, even though they were both completely nude. Jounouchi knew that not even a full night had passed since he had last been taken, but... he had wanted it, wanted his master, there at the very end.

Desperately he searched for something to say, anything to prevent his panicking again, especially now with his master watching. He could not afford to show weakness. Bad enough to have actually begged the man to take him, breaking down in his lap of all places would just be too much.

"You needn't worry about being taken by me again. I would rather you don't overexert yourself. You have had a very stressful day. Besides that, I much prefer my partners willing, the next move is yours to make."

Shocked Jounouchi could to little else but stare at his master. The other mans words made no sense. Why was he treating a slave with such consideration? What would make a noble born speak so gently, and look at him with such tenderness and... understanding? What could the priest know about what he'd gone through? Abruptly becoming resentful Jounouchi sullenly glared over at the far wall.

"I'm a slave, I shouldn't be here. I'll leave now."

"No. I may not touch you ever again, not unless you ask me, but you'll sleep with me. In my bed and never where others could get at you."

The blond felt his master pull him tighter against his body, mouth pressed against his ear.

"You belong to me. None but I have the right to touch you."

The possessive words washed over him, burning their way into his soul. Even as the memory of the strong hands sweeping over his body, burning their claim into his flesh, arose in his mind. Jounouchi remembered how good it had felt when his master had taken him. He was so different from all his other masters; this sapphire eyed sorcerer priest. Everything had burned away, his fears, his reservations, his anger, and his hate. Nothing had been left behind but the two of them and the pleasure they had shared.

Jounouchi decided then that he had to know. He needed to know if the emotions he felt for the other man true. He had to know if it was safe to trust the priest, that the earlier encounter with the sorcerer wasn't just a fluke.

Determined to find the answers Jounouchi turned, straddling his master's lap. Now that he was facing his master, eye to eye, Jounouchi felt the familiar uncaring recklessness that had earned him so many beatings in the rise up. He grinned, tilting his head to one side.

"So, if only you can touch me then I suppose that I'm not allowed to do this?"

He trailed fingertips over the line of his throat, then smoothed his hand down his side and along the inside of one thigh. Seto watched hungrily, with a look of shocked appreciation. Jounouchi gloated inwardly, pleased to have shaken the older mans composure. He ignored the little voice that insisted he enjoyed having the other watching him as well.

"Or this?"

The other hand trailed up his flat stomach, stopping at a nipple and rolling it between fingertips.

"Or how about, unn, this?"

Jounouchi voice grew rough, and he wrapped the hand by his thigh around his length, bringing himself to full hardness. Gold eyes burned, daring the priest to act as the hand continued to pump, only inches from the brunette's own erection.

"I suppose that, if taken literally, I did say that."

Jounouchi tossed his head, letting lids fall to half-mast over his eyes, suckling quickly on his fingers before returning them to his length.

"So then, shouldn't you punish me for disobeying your orders?"

"I suppose I should."

Yet Seto made no move to touch him. Jounouchi watched the taller mans expression through his lashes, desire was plain to see. The sorcerer obviously wanted to touch him, yet he did not. Jounouchi was doing everything short of actually touching the other man to incite him into taking him. Touching the other man would probably meet the conditions of giving Seto his permission.

"Well then."

Jounouchi narrowed his eyes and decided to take things up a notch. He pushed two fingers of his free hand into his mouth, making a show of laving them with his tongue as he drew them out slowly. He trailed the hand down over his hip, skimming over the crack before reaching all the way back. His damp fingers pressed around the little pucker. He bit his lip as he pushed one in, he was still slick with whatever Seto had used earlier.

"Ahn!"

Jounouchi arched up, hips undulating between the dual pleasures he gave himself. He opened his eyes, didn't remember closing them, and stared challengingly at his master. Fierce, possessive hunger blazed in gem brilliant eyes. Jounouchi moaned, pushing the second finger in, panting as he writhed above the man who owned him.

It didn't seem real, but the priest hadn't moved since Jounouchi started his little test. Seto could have stopped it at any time, or chosen to forget his words and take the blonde again. That hadn't happened though. All the sorcerer had done was watch, letting the slave pleasure himself. Jounouchi believed then, that Seto really would wait until he had given his permission before touching him again. Finally, something broke, and Jounouchi let his hands stop moving.

Seto's mouth was spicy-warm and unexpectedly soft, Jounouchi decided then that, if nothing else, he liked kissing the other man. Drawing back he looked seriously at the taller man.

"Touch me."

Seto was shocked. He hadn't expected things to go quite like this. He had been prepared to wait the time out, get to know the other boy while he earned Jounouchi's trust. Instead he was given a lap dance, a show, and now he was being told, no, ordered, to touch the tempting body.

"Oh, that's right, you don't want me to strain myself. I suppose we can always just go back to sleep."

The impish words shook Seto free of his dazed paralysis, and he grabbed Jounouchi with a low growl. Crushing his mouth to his lovers, Seto swept his hands down over the blonde's back to cup his rear.

"I've been known to change my mind."

Jounouchi let his head fall back as one tanned hand wrapped around his shaft, the other teasing between his cheeks. The priest's mouth latched onto the juncture between neck and shoulder, suckling in the single-minded manner of one determined to leave a mark. Jounouchi was bemused, he knew he should not be feeling like this, should not trust the high priest, should not desire him, but he did, he did...

"Ahh... haa... m-ma-ahh... Seto!"

Jounouchi had no idea how the other teen had done it, but he nearly mindless with want for the dark haired priest. Right now Jounouchi cared only for the feelings. The need to give and take pleasure overwhelming any remaining doubts. The touch of strong hands, glide of slick flesh, the warmth of an insistent mouth, and the delicate scrape of teeth were driving him insane.

"Yesss, say my name love. Say it."

The command was delivered in a low, husky voice; Jounouchi shivered at the undertones, need and possession. Jounouchi hadn't even noticed that the priest had gone from master to Seto in his mind, the warm haze of pleasure blurring the exact moment of transition. To give in, sink into the warmth Seto offered, let the other keep him safe, protected, cherished... loved.

"Seto... ahn... nn..."

The thought broke his barriers down, letting loose dreams and hopes Jounouchi had though buried so deeply they would never surface again. Nevertheless, Seto went straight through all the walls, right to the center; it was as if they were linked, a gold cord wrapping around them, cocooning them together.

"That's right, my beautiful Jou, mine."

Jounouchi writhed, gasps, cries and moans filling the air, then Seto had reached for the side table again. Slick fingers slid inside, probing deep, the lancing heat sending the pleasure a notch higher. Then the blunt head of Seto's length was forging its way past the tight ring of muscle, splitting him in two.

"Ahh! Seto! Ohh... nhh..."

The thrusts made Jounouchi rock in his place on his master's lap, the blond pushing himself down to meet each upwards thrust. Seto groaned out loud, each movement drove him deeper inside the tight heat. Seto placed one hand on Jounouchi's hip, holding him steady, while the other hand resumed the twist, grip, and slide on the smaller teens weeping shaft.

"So tight... gods... perfect, mine!"

"Yesss... yours, please... more..."

Seto gave Jounouchi exactly what he asked for; speeding up the thrusts until white-hot pleasure crashed into the blonde. Jounouchi tensed as he climaxed; his muscles spasm wildly as he thrashes in the grip of release. Seto groaned and thrust again into the clenching heat as he followed his slave over the edge. Both were trembling as they came down from the euphoric high, suddenly exhausted.

Seto grabbed the wash cloth from earlier, cleaning them of the worst of the mess quickly, the water in the bowl had gotten cold. Happy that he had gotten so far with his new lover so quickly, and sated from their newest bout of lovemaking, Seto fell back onto the bed, dragging Jounouchi after him. The blond snuggled up immediately, too tired to wonder about the why of it beyond fuzzy thoughts of warmth and skin. They were asleep again within moments.

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Dahk sighed as he felt another pleasure surge from his master, who was he doing? The Lord blinked as Raji made a small choking sound and stumbled into him. Reaching out a hand to steady the smaller monster Dahk became concerned.

+ Raji? Are you all right? +

+ I'm fine... +

The Swordsman's voice was distant, face shadowed.

+ Just... fine... +

The Lord of D frowned, he had not known Raji very long but he had noticed that the redhead was always very firmly grounded to the moment, this vagueness did not seem usual. He grew even more worried.

+ Are you sure? You don't look well. +

Raji shook himself, visibly attempting to ignore what was bothering him.

+ No. It's nothing... and I'm... fine. +

The Flame Swordsman finally looked the other monster in the eyes again and Dahk was shocked to see that the expressive blue eyes were glazed and unfocused.

+ Whom, exactly, do you think you're trying to fool? +

Dahk grew angry, he didn't like to worry.

+ I have eyes, and you are obviously not well. What is the matter with you? +

The red clad monster hesitated while the Lord of D waited patiently for the answer, still rather obviously upset.

+ My master was... unhappy a moment ago, panicked, then it changed suddenly and he was... er, a lot happier. +

Raji blushed hotly; the surges of echoed pleasure remaining undiminished in strength without an outlet for release.

+ Oh? +

Dahk was both amused and concerned, he had a feeling he knew what Raji really meant when he said `a lot happier.'

+ Would you tell me about your master? +

Raji eyed the taller humanoid, gauging Dahk's actual interest verses his need to get Raji talking again so that the spellcaster could stop worrying.

+ All right, but only if you tell me about yours. +

+ Very well. Shall we find a place to sit? +

Once settled, Raji began to speak...

Tsuzuku

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END NOTES

Sanjuno watches with great amusement as Raven chases the plotbunny. The disgruntled black kitty climbs into Sanjuno's lap to sulk after her prey disappears under the bed. The authoress just chuckles and looks at the exhausted characters. Kaiba and Jounouchi ended up on the loveseat while Yami and Yugi were tossed into the pile of beanbag chairs.

"You boys enjoy yourselves?"

The muses pop back in full-size. Shinma lands on the pillow covered bed, sending a few stray feathers flying up into the air. Reiai chooses as ever to remain seated in the air, only this time he has large leather bound book in his lap.

Jounouchi glares as he tries to get away from Kaiba. The taller character has gotten a rather good grip this time though, Jounouchi isn't going anywhere.

"You people are nuts. Why the hell did you write that part anyway? It's just two lemon scenes and a pair of duel monsters walking around talking about nothing."

"I liked it."

Jounouchi stares at Yugi who smiles sunnily.

"I think it's nice to see the monsters making friends, and it's good to see you and Kaiba-kun getting along. Don't you think Yami?"

"Oh, without a doubt aibou."

Jounouchi looks stunned.

"You've all been corrupted! Especially you!"

He slaps at Kaiba's hands again, but the blue eyed character still won't let go. Jounouchi looks ready to murder someone when Kaiba pulls him all the way into his lap and kisses him soundly.

"What the fuck?"

"We should practice for the next part. Otherwise our fans may get disappointed."

"What do you mean disapoi-mrff!"

Sanjuno grins as Jounouchi forgets to try and get away. Yami and Yugi seem to have disappeared again. Although the giggles coming from behind the door to the bomb shelter hint rather strongly as to where they went. She calmly places a small digital camera on record then turns around to smile brightly at the air.

"Well, since the characters seem to be busy I suppose I'll have to proceed with the traditional end of chapter speech."

"I'll do it Meijin-sama."

Shinma rolls off the edge of the bed, bouncing to his feet with a toothy grin.

"Tell us what you think of all our hard work, because it's the only thing we get out of this. The process is really simple; read the fic, review the fic. If we don't hear from you we'll assume that you're not interested and we'll just move on to something else. Your thoughts are important to us."

Shinma hefts a large double bladed war ax to his shoulder.

"You do want to be important to us, ne?"

Reiai smiles serenely.

"Please review, it would make Sanjuno-meijin very happy."

It really is a very sharp ax.