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Warning!: This is Yaoi (male x male) you have been warned, no like no read. There will be graphic violence, limes and lemons in some chapters. You all have been warned. Flames? I have a water gun! Other than that enjoy.
Heart of the Dragon
Chapter 3
Joey always hoped he'd die from a disease or intense pleasurable sex with his boyfriend/husband. Yes he's gay. No he doesn't have a boyfriend/husband. And he never had sex before. That doesn't change the fact that he is still going to die.
And not from intense pleasure.
From heat exhaustion? Maybe.
From hunger? Probably.
From his own stupidity? Yes.
Joey was lost and abandon in the freaking Amazon.
"Of all the rotten sick jokes. Now because of it I end up broke, lost, and trapped in this bug-infested sauna." Joey muttered glaring at the vines and tall trees. Oh how he wished that rain would happen at any moment from his descent hell.
At least something good is coming out. He gets to lose a couple pounds from his curvy body. Not that losing weight did Joey any good. Except in the news papers.
'A young man from Japan (or from N.Y.?) found dead in Amazon. A shame. He was hot!'
Where the hell was his little sister Serenity? Joey needed to find her and quick, before the mosquitoes drink him dry. Joey kept walking and thinking of the possibilities where to find his younger sister. His mind kept on wondering to him being lonely. Almost all his friends have settled down, or are dating. Although not everyone, save Yugi, Malik and Ryou. For they are all gay. Something was missing in Joey's life. What would it take to make him feel whole?
"Not in this jungle that's for sure." Joey grumbled.
Wiping the sweat from his brow Joey walked faster. He hasn't heard from his sister in a long time. Serenity had shipped him a packaged containing her journal, and a gorgeous necklace with two dangling, intertwined dragon heads. There was no note as to explain the gifts.
"Bastard." Joey muttered.
Damn him to hell. All of them who tried to help Joey had stolen his backpack and left him here to rot. Now he had no food, no water, no tent, no nothing. Joey did have a weapon. A weapon he had used to shoot that bastard in the ass as he ran away. Joey gave a smirk at remembering, he patted the revolver resting at the waist of his dirty jeans.
Something hard hit him in the head making him fall. He looked around to see what the hell happened. Oh my god! Could it be cannibals? Oh my god!
Joey looked around panicking until his gaze landed on the object.
"Oh thanked god!" Joey cried in joy when he saw the rosy-colored fruit on the ground. He picked it up while standing at the same time studying it. Was it poisonous? Did he care it was? Nope, he didn't care. Death by poison was perferable than walking away from this treasure.
Just when Joey was about to a heavenly bite another missle hit him making the fruit go all over his place. Joey spun around trying to locate where his attacker was. He looked up narrowing his gaze into the trees. About ten yards away and fifteen feet up he saw a small hairy monkey more fruit in his hand.
His jaw dropped in disbelief. Was it…smiling?
Joey knew what it was thinking: 'haha, there's nothing that you can do about it.' Robbed, abandoned, then assaulted by a primate. This was too much. Joey took a bite of his heavenly fruit and sighed in bliss. After two more bites Joey threw what was left of the fruit. He nailed his target in the nose. The primate lost its smile.
"Nothing I can do about it huh? Well, take that, you rotten fuzz ball." Joey yelled at the primate. Oh yeah he was going insane. Fighting with a monkey is weird…
The next thing he knew was the fruit aimed at his way from every direction. Realizing that monkeys were throwing food at him, Joey ran grabbing as much fruits he can and ran off.
An hour passed, and by then his body forgot all he had ate, and his mouth felt dryer. But he kept on walking. Find Serenity, find Serenity: he repeated over and over.
Joey walked for hours and he had made no progress. His arms and legs were so heavy they felt like steal clubs. Not knowing what else to do, he sank to the ground-His eardrums perked. Joey heard water running! He was actually hearing the glorious swoosh of water.
Get up, must get up. Joey commanded himself.
Using every bit of strength he possessed, Joey crawled on his hands and knees into a thick tangle of vegetarian. Forest life pulsed vibrantly around him, mocking his weakness. The ground was getting soft under his every touch. Joey followed the ground that became wetter and wetter until he came across an underground spring. The clear, turquoise water smelled clean and refreshing.
Joey not wasting anymore time, he cupped his hands together, scooped up the cool heavenly liquid and drank it. Joey kept drinking until his chest started burning hot. It felt like he was swallowing molten lava. Except the sensation came from outside of his body instead of the inside.
Joey yelped when the heat was unbearable. He saw a red glow coming from his chest. Joey looked down as the glow from the twin dragon heads dangling from the silver chain around his neck. Now panicking Joey tried to take the necklace off his head but he was pulled forward. The light was staying behind as the necklace kept pulling Joey further down a cave. Finally, Joey stopped, and the medallion cooled against his chest. 'It had better not leave a scar.'
Joey studied his surrounding with his eyes wide. The necklace dragged him into some cave. He saw drops of water falling down the rocking floor.
Joey decided to keep going forward. The ceiling kept growing smaller and smaller, until Joey had to crawl. He didn't know how long he crawled. Minutes? Hours? Luckily for him he saw a ribbon of light appear. He followed the light.
Was he dying?
No better, he found paradise.
Light crowed a small iridescent pool of…water? The light green liquid seemed thicker than water, almost like clear, transparent gel. Instead of lying on the ground, the pool hung upright at a slight angle. There was no wall to support it.
Joey curious wanting to touch and examine the strange gel. At the moment of contact, a violent jolt exploded within him. Joey felt like being sucked into a vacuum.
The world around Joey ceasing to exist. His arms wanting to grab something, yet nothing greeted him. He kept falling down. All of a sudden screams began. High-pitched, like a thousand screeching children running around him. He put both his hand on his ears trying to block the screaming.
It only got louder.
"HELP ME." He screamed.
Stars burst like fireworks at his side, spinning around, and around. Waves of nausea churned inside his stomach.
All of a sudden everything went quiet.
Joey touched hard surface; he swayed but didn't fall down. The good thing was that the nausea had receded. He saw a haze of dew still rose around the pool-like portal strands of pale, glistering of composed entirely of fairy dust.
Joey's eyes furrowed. The once rocky clean walls are covered with strange colors. Was that…blood? He just realized it isn't the same cave as he was on before. The floor was damped, burden with odd-looking shape twigs, rocks and straw. Several chairs pushed against the far corner.
The air around Joey was cold as winter ice. The air possessed a sickening metallic bite. The walls were taller, wider when he'd first entered. The pool had been on the right side, not on the left.
What was going on? How can his surroundings change so suddenly without moving a step? Could it be a dream? No. the sights and smells were too real, and too frightening. Had he died? No, no. this was not heaven, and it was to cold to be hell. Before his mind could answer to where he was, a twig snapped.
Joey whipped to the side, and found himself staring up into cold, ice-blue eyes that swirled startling precision with the mist. He was awed. The owner of those extraordinary eyes was the most ferociously masculine man he'd ever seen. His cheek bones were sharp, his jaw a bit square. Probably the only soft spot to his face is his lush mouth.
He stood in front of Joey with his raw muscle. He was shirtless, his stomach cut into several rows of perfect strength. A six pack, Joey mused. He noticed the tattoo on his chest. Those tattoos were glowing, and appeared to be alive. A fierce dragon spread crimson wings and seemed to be flying straight out of his skin, like a 3-D image come to dazzling life. The dragon's tail dipped low, past the waist of his leather pants. Around it's body were black symbols that bested curling slashes and sagged points. These stretched the length of his collarbone and around his biceps.
The taller man himself proved to be more barbarous than his tattoos. He held a long, sword. A wave of fear swept through Joey. The man with a sword reminded Joey of a caged, wild animal. Ready to strike. With a flick of his wrist, he twirled the sword around his head. Joey flinched backwards. My god, he was lifting it higher as if he really meant to…
"Whoa, there. Put that thing away before you hurt someone." 'Namely me.' Joey finished the thought.
He gave the lethal weapon another twirl. Not a trace of emotion touched his expression,. Not anger, fear, or mischievousness, offering a clue as to why he felt the need to practice sword slicing techniques in front of Joey.
"I mean you no harm." Joey managed to say.
His sword began to slice downward, aimed straight for Joey's throat. He was going to kill Joey! On instinct, Joey grabbed his gun from the waist of his pants. He squeezed the trigger. 'Shit. Nothing happened.' It was empty! Joey must have used all the bullets on that bastard of a guide. Terror wrapped around Joey.
"Please," Joey whispered.
Either the other male didn't hear or care what he said. His sharp deadly sword continued to inch closer and closer to Joey's neck. Joey squeezed his eyelids shut and silently prayed.
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