Game of Seduction
A/N: Hello... first fiction... read and review... please...?
Disclaimer: YGO = Not mine. Me-no-ownie... comprende? Me broke. Me have no money to buy million dollar company... If I did... well...I'd buy an island and breed YGO look-alikes
Seto sipped his drink thoughtfully. The noise in the club was defining to his ears, the beat emitting from the huge Kiba Corp™ stereo speakers pulsed all through his body.
He looked like something dreamed up from every teenage girls fantasy, his ankles were crossed on the small table that lay before him, tight leather pants only enhancing the shape his long strapping legs. His muscular torso was covered by a loose black silk t-shirt that laced up at the top exposing just the right amount of skin. He hadn't put any effort into this outfit, but it was enough to grand him many lustful stares, form both sexes.
All around him sweaty bodies moved to the beat of the song, twirling, bending, arching...
Seto had no intention of joining the happy dancers; he was there to brood. He was a handsome, multi-billionaire who could buy and sell everyone in the room. But the one thing he most desired could never be his....
Blue eyes narrowed over the scotch glass, as through the door came the last people he wanted to see.
Marik was decked out in black pants that hung loosely off his hips, held up only by a belt that included a pyramid-shaped belt buckle. A black sleeveless muscle shirt outlined the slim figure of the egyptian. On his arm he sported a golden band in the shape of a Blue Eyes. Oh how he loved blue eyes...
Marik Ishtar's entourage consisted Jou, Honda, Otogi, Mai, Shizuka, Yugi, Bakura, Royu and Yami. Unfortunately Anzu had heard about there plans and had "coincidently" bumped into them outside Yami's house, and had "coincidently" fallen into a black leather mini skirt, boob tube and high leather boots. And Jou had "coincidently" pushed her down a manhole. Yet, she managed to trail them to the club and arrived literally shit-faced.
'Ha', thought Kaiba, 'I would buy her sorry ass, if her hem lines weren't so high the word was her gynaecologist'.
The rhythm of the music flowed through his veins, and he couldn't resist taping a long, slender index finger against his glass. He eyes skimmed the dance floor. They rested on a slender body that was twisting in time with the music.
Kiaba drank in the sight of Marik's body. His arms were above his head and his hips swayed from side to side. His body movements were alluring and graceful, like ink moving through water.
The ice blue eyes trailed over the white shirt that held the torso that Kiaba would of happily licked chocolate sauce off.
Then it happened, the moment that set of an incomprehensible series of events.
Baruka and Royu were attempting to carry drinks and dance and snog at the same time.
They failed.
One wrongly placed foot on Royu's part sent the tray of drinks flying. Right in Marik 's direction.
Only one pair of eyes was following the beverages trajectory.
The drinks splashed against Marik's torso.
He stopped dancing and gasped as the cold liquid made the flimsy white material of his shirt cling to his body.
Marik swore as he looked down at his ruined outfit. Kiaba licked his lips as he gazed at the improved outfit. Marik's nipples hardened as the cold liquids grasped at his skin. His blond bangs brushes lightly over his cheeks as he moved his head to try and locate the nearest bathroom.
Then their eyes met.
Kiaba's head swam 'look away Seto, look away, and he'll never guess'. But the gaze was locked. A smile crept across Marik's lips as he saw Seto's cheeks flush slightly.
'So Seto... you like what you see eh?', He thought to himself, 'well... what if I did, this'.
Merrick held Seto's gaze as he started to move with the music again. His long, slender fingers trailed across his damp chest.
'I have you now Seto'.
This was true; Kaiba could not look away from the private show. Many other dancers moved to try and dance with Marik, but none could keep up with the rhythm of his body.
Marik's eyes narrowed as he raised a hand a beckoned Kiaba to the dance floor. Kaiba smiled to himself and rose from the couch.
'That's it Kaiba, come grab my millennium rod'.
Marik's eye's flicked to the dance floor, then quickly flicked back. Marik was playing with Kaiba, like a cat with a mouse. He continued to send Kaiba "shy" looks until hot lips met his in a flurry of passion.
Kaiba had pulled Marik completely of guard. He licked Marik's lips and slid his tongue into the Egyptian beauty's willing mouth. His slim muscular arms slid around bronze hips as he drew Marik closer.
Warm, moist lips met as teeth clashed together as each of the men fought for dominance over the other. They pressed against each other, growing arousals teasing the others as hips moved to the rhythm of the music
Seto moved his head so he could whisper in Marik's ear.
"Mmmm, Marik... I want you in me"
"God, Seto"
Marik ground his hips into Seto, loving every minute of it.
Marik moved to whisper in Seto's ear...
..."'Lets play Seto"
Seto's eyes ripped open.
"Wha...?"
Marik detached himself from the CEO and stalked across the dance floor. When he got to the door he turned back to look at Seto.
'Good bye Seto' he thought to himself 'good bye for now, that is.'
This thought, he raised a hand to his well-shaped lips and blew Seto a kiss and threw him a wink before he turned on his heel and left the club.
Seto's blue eyes narrowed..
'Fine, if that's the way you want to play it, let the games begin.'
A/N; Ahem... yeah... R&R people...!!
A/N: Hello... first fiction... read and review... please...?
Disclaimer: YGO = Not mine. Me-no-ownie... comprende? Me broke. Me have no money to buy million dollar company... If I did... well...I'd buy an island and breed YGO look-alikes
Seto sipped his drink thoughtfully. The noise in the club was defining to his ears, the beat emitting from the huge Kiba Corp™ stereo speakers pulsed all through his body.
He looked like something dreamed up from every teenage girls fantasy, his ankles were crossed on the small table that lay before him, tight leather pants only enhancing the shape his long strapping legs. His muscular torso was covered by a loose black silk t-shirt that laced up at the top exposing just the right amount of skin. He hadn't put any effort into this outfit, but it was enough to grand him many lustful stares, form both sexes.
All around him sweaty bodies moved to the beat of the song, twirling, bending, arching...
Seto had no intention of joining the happy dancers; he was there to brood. He was a handsome, multi-billionaire who could buy and sell everyone in the room. But the one thing he most desired could never be his....
Blue eyes narrowed over the scotch glass, as through the door came the last people he wanted to see.
Marik was decked out in black pants that hung loosely off his hips, held up only by a belt that included a pyramid-shaped belt buckle. A black sleeveless muscle shirt outlined the slim figure of the egyptian. On his arm he sported a golden band in the shape of a Blue Eyes. Oh how he loved blue eyes...
Marik Ishtar's entourage consisted Jou, Honda, Otogi, Mai, Shizuka, Yugi, Bakura, Royu and Yami. Unfortunately Anzu had heard about there plans and had "coincidently" bumped into them outside Yami's house, and had "coincidently" fallen into a black leather mini skirt, boob tube and high leather boots. And Jou had "coincidently" pushed her down a manhole. Yet, she managed to trail them to the club and arrived literally shit-faced.
'Ha', thought Kaiba, 'I would buy her sorry ass, if her hem lines weren't so high the word was her gynaecologist'.
The rhythm of the music flowed through his veins, and he couldn't resist taping a long, slender index finger against his glass. He eyes skimmed the dance floor. They rested on a slender body that was twisting in time with the music.
Kiaba drank in the sight of Marik's body. His arms were above his head and his hips swayed from side to side. His body movements were alluring and graceful, like ink moving through water.
The ice blue eyes trailed over the white shirt that held the torso that Kiaba would of happily licked chocolate sauce off.
Then it happened, the moment that set of an incomprehensible series of events.
Baruka and Royu were attempting to carry drinks and dance and snog at the same time.
They failed.
One wrongly placed foot on Royu's part sent the tray of drinks flying. Right in Marik 's direction.
Only one pair of eyes was following the beverages trajectory.
The drinks splashed against Marik's torso.
He stopped dancing and gasped as the cold liquid made the flimsy white material of his shirt cling to his body.
Marik swore as he looked down at his ruined outfit. Kiaba licked his lips as he gazed at the improved outfit. Marik's nipples hardened as the cold liquids grasped at his skin. His blond bangs brushes lightly over his cheeks as he moved his head to try and locate the nearest bathroom.
Then their eyes met.
Kiaba's head swam 'look away Seto, look away, and he'll never guess'. But the gaze was locked. A smile crept across Marik's lips as he saw Seto's cheeks flush slightly.
'So Seto... you like what you see eh?', He thought to himself, 'well... what if I did, this'.
Merrick held Seto's gaze as he started to move with the music again. His long, slender fingers trailed across his damp chest.
'I have you now Seto'.
This was true; Kaiba could not look away from the private show. Many other dancers moved to try and dance with Marik, but none could keep up with the rhythm of his body.
Marik's eyes narrowed as he raised a hand a beckoned Kiaba to the dance floor. Kaiba smiled to himself and rose from the couch.
'That's it Kaiba, come grab my millennium rod'.
Marik's eye's flicked to the dance floor, then quickly flicked back. Marik was playing with Kaiba, like a cat with a mouse. He continued to send Kaiba "shy" looks until hot lips met his in a flurry of passion.
Kaiba had pulled Marik completely of guard. He licked Marik's lips and slid his tongue into the Egyptian beauty's willing mouth. His slim muscular arms slid around bronze hips as he drew Marik closer.
Warm, moist lips met as teeth clashed together as each of the men fought for dominance over the other. They pressed against each other, growing arousals teasing the others as hips moved to the rhythm of the music
Seto moved his head so he could whisper in Marik's ear.
"Mmmm, Marik... I want you in me"
"God, Seto"
Marik ground his hips into Seto, loving every minute of it.
Marik moved to whisper in Seto's ear...
..."'Lets play Seto"
Seto's eyes ripped open.
"Wha...?"
Marik detached himself from the CEO and stalked across the dance floor. When he got to the door he turned back to look at Seto.
'Good bye Seto' he thought to himself 'good bye for now, that is.'
This thought, he raised a hand to his well-shaped lips and blew Seto a kiss and threw him a wink before he turned on his heel and left the club.
Seto's blue eyes narrowed..
'Fine, if that's the way you want to play it, let the games begin.'
A/N; Ahem... yeah... R&R people...!!