[YGO] Clubbing, PG-13, Romance, Seto/Jou
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08.12.2005
As I don’t follow the anime, this piece is very much TWT (timeline? What timeline?).
2. clubbing; Seto/Jou, yugiou, pg-13
Seto contemplates the tongue in his mouth and the hands in his hair and wonders exactly how he ended up in this predicament. In this particular booth in this club, lights low and music pounding, with this body sprawled in his lap, mouth latched to his. He certainly didn’t expect this turn of events when he took it upon himself to visit one of Kaiba Corp’s newly acquired dance clubs only an hour ago.
Even after spotting a disgustingly familiar blond head in one of the booths, whereupon he stalked over, black trench coat flapping behind him and drawing many admiring looks from the occupants of the club, and drawled, “Seems like I need to tell security to be more fastidious about the trash they let in this club…”
Jounouchi raised a half-hearted glare at him and Seto noted with some surprise, unexpressed of course, that the idiot was well on his way to getting plastered. He scoffed internally. Those who turned to alcohol were weaklings who had no self-control and failures that needed to be drowned in any case.
“The hell are you doin’ here?” was his cordial response.
“My club,” he sneered. “I have every right to be here.” He swept a scornful look at the other man, barely drinking age if his records were to be trusted (and of course they were; they were his, after all), and dressed in an apparently standard clubbing outfit: ripped jeans and a tight shirt. “Your presence, however,” Seto said, thinking that the conformity of the clubbers was rather ridiculous, “is questionable. All by yourself, Jounouchi?”
The blond snorted. “I wish,” he muttered, casting a baleful look out towards the crowded dance floor. Seto followed his gaze and caught a flash of spiky, multi-colored hair.
“So. Yuugi’s here.”
“With Anzu,” Jounouchi griped, apparently finding no problem in talking to someone he usually hated when he wasn't half-drunk. “And Honda’s here with Shizuka. If he does anything, I’ll kill him.” He glowered. “And Yami’s got this whole stinkin’ bunch of fans over there.” His hand waved vaguely toward the bar where, indeed, the pharaoh had a gaggle of interested pursuers. Of both genders, Seto noted with something near amusement, and the men being the more toward of the admirers, much to Yami’s obvious discomfort.
He turned back to Jounouchi and raised an eyebrow. “Leaving this poor, miserable dog all by his lonesome, hm?”
“Shut up, Kaiba,” he growled, and slammed back another glass of whatever he’d been drinking.
Seto wasn’t able to resist the temptation of an opportunity to torture Jounouchi all on his own, without the rest of Yuugi-tachi there to interfere on their friend’s behalf, all sickeningly indignant and courageous. And he figured he might as well have something to drink while he was entertaining himself, signaling over one of his men to serve him, and was greatly amused by the way Jounouchi had responded beautifully to his provocations.
Still, Seto isn’t sure how it ended with the blond in his lap, his tongue in Seto’s mouth, and Seto’s hands in Jounouchi’s back pockets.
He has a sinking feeling it might have something to do with all the vodka and gin he downed. Not that he intended to drink alcohol at all, it being the disgusting vice of commoners, but he couldn’t very well let Jounouchi keep on smirking at him, taunting him for being some sort of ‘sissy’ for avoiding hard liquor. It was really all, he thinks firmly, that idiot dog’s fault. He pulls back and shifts the angle of the kiss, one hand sliding out of Jounouchi’s pocket and up the back of his shirt. Seto will make sure he pays.
Later.
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First time writing these characters. Gah. Can we tell?
08.12.2005
As I don’t follow the anime, this piece is very much TWT (timeline? What timeline?).
2. clubbing; Seto/Jou, yugiou, pg-13
Seto contemplates the tongue in his mouth and the hands in his hair and wonders exactly how he ended up in this predicament. In this particular booth in this club, lights low and music pounding, with this body sprawled in his lap, mouth latched to his. He certainly didn’t expect this turn of events when he took it upon himself to visit one of Kaiba Corp’s newly acquired dance clubs only an hour ago.
Even after spotting a disgustingly familiar blond head in one of the booths, whereupon he stalked over, black trench coat flapping behind him and drawing many admiring looks from the occupants of the club, and drawled, “Seems like I need to tell security to be more fastidious about the trash they let in this club…”
Jounouchi raised a half-hearted glare at him and Seto noted with some surprise, unexpressed of course, that the idiot was well on his way to getting plastered. He scoffed internally. Those who turned to alcohol were weaklings who had no self-control and failures that needed to be drowned in any case.
“The hell are you doin’ here?” was his cordial response.
“My club,” he sneered. “I have every right to be here.” He swept a scornful look at the other man, barely drinking age if his records were to be trusted (and of course they were; they were his, after all), and dressed in an apparently standard clubbing outfit: ripped jeans and a tight shirt. “Your presence, however,” Seto said, thinking that the conformity of the clubbers was rather ridiculous, “is questionable. All by yourself, Jounouchi?”
The blond snorted. “I wish,” he muttered, casting a baleful look out towards the crowded dance floor. Seto followed his gaze and caught a flash of spiky, multi-colored hair.
“So. Yuugi’s here.”
“With Anzu,” Jounouchi griped, apparently finding no problem in talking to someone he usually hated when he wasn't half-drunk. “And Honda’s here with Shizuka. If he does anything, I’ll kill him.” He glowered. “And Yami’s got this whole stinkin’ bunch of fans over there.” His hand waved vaguely toward the bar where, indeed, the pharaoh had a gaggle of interested pursuers. Of both genders, Seto noted with something near amusement, and the men being the more toward of the admirers, much to Yami’s obvious discomfort.
He turned back to Jounouchi and raised an eyebrow. “Leaving this poor, miserable dog all by his lonesome, hm?”
“Shut up, Kaiba,” he growled, and slammed back another glass of whatever he’d been drinking.
Seto wasn’t able to resist the temptation of an opportunity to torture Jounouchi all on his own, without the rest of Yuugi-tachi there to interfere on their friend’s behalf, all sickeningly indignant and courageous. And he figured he might as well have something to drink while he was entertaining himself, signaling over one of his men to serve him, and was greatly amused by the way Jounouchi had responded beautifully to his provocations.
Still, Seto isn’t sure how it ended with the blond in his lap, his tongue in Seto’s mouth, and Seto’s hands in Jounouchi’s back pockets.
He has a sinking feeling it might have something to do with all the vodka and gin he downed. Not that he intended to drink alcohol at all, it being the disgusting vice of commoners, but he couldn’t very well let Jounouchi keep on smirking at him, taunting him for being some sort of ‘sissy’ for avoiding hard liquor. It was really all, he thinks firmly, that idiot dog’s fault. He pulls back and shifts the angle of the kiss, one hand sliding out of Jounouchi’s pocket and up the back of his shirt. Seto will make sure he pays.
Later.
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First time writing these characters. Gah. Can we tell?
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