Its been a while since I updated. And since I saw the reviews, I was jumping up and down for joy. I was sad about my friend's new born baby going to the hospital. The doc said that the baby will have to stay two more weeks…-sigh- I just hope her baby is alright. Anyways here is the next chapter. THANK YOU REVIEWERS!

Disclamer: If I own Yugioh…-smirks- this show would have been banned from TV shows for the many lemons. And you'd have to buy it on DVDs.

Warnings!: Check the first chapters. And Seto is being a pervert in this chapter. O.o

Heart of the Dragon

Chapter 4

Seto mentally cursed and allowed his sword to pass just in front of the younger male. He could see the actual color, startled him enough that he hesitated to destroy the possessor of such brilliance.

He knew what he must do. Destroy. He fought past his shock and gripped his sword, trying to prepare for destruction.

The hair that belonged to the other male. Of all these years he could see what color it was. Seto's fingers itched to touch. His senses longed to explore. Seto looked at him, thought of the family he'd once loved, and his determination had cracked.

Kill, his mind demanded.

His tutors voice echoed through Seto. "Kill those who enter. Killing them is your privilege."

Seto studied the younger male. Pale skin, streaks of dirt marred his jaw. His nose was small and elfin, blond hair that looked soft. Slowly the younger male opened his eyes, and Seto sucked in heated breath. His eyes a beautiful honey brown that dusted with determination and fear. These new colors memorized him, enchanted him. Also made his every protective instinct surfaced.

Oh my gods, desire coiled inside him. Very powerful coils that refuse to loosen their grip. When the younger male realized his sword tip pointing to the ground, he crouched down ever so slightly.

There could be no way to let him live. Yet looking at his newest intruder made him feel like a beast. The blonde's features were so angelic. He felt desire.

Seto's gaze drank in the rest of the younger male. He wasn't that tall. Probably reached up Seto's chin. His skin smudged with grime and sweat that did nothing to detract. He had a small curvish body.

More unwelcome sensations pulsed through him unnamable sensations. He should feel nothing; he should remain detached. But he felt; and he wasn't. he yearned to trace his fingertips all over the blond, to immerse himself in the blonds softness. Seto yearned to taste, yes, actually taste the blonds entire body.

"No," Seto said, more for his benefit than the blonds own.

"No."

The younger male broke the law of the mist, he must die.

All those years ago a Guardian had failed to accomplish his duty, had failed to protect Atlantis, and in turn it brought death of many people, people Seto loved. He could not, would not allow even this younger male to survive.

Knowing this, Seto still remained in place. His cold, hard logic warred against this male would glance away…but seconds turned into minutes, and the blonds gaze remained fixed on Seto, studying.

Desperate to escape the mental hold on the younger male on him, Seto demanded, "Turn your gaze."

Slowly, so slowly he shook his head, whisking blond tendrils around his temples. "I'm sorry. I don't understand what you are saying."

Even the blonds voice was innocent, soft and lyrical, a caress to Seto's senses. Yet Seto had no idea what the blond said.

"Damn, this," Seto murmured. "And damn me."

The corners of his lips twitched in a scowl. Seto commanded himself to remain indifferent to the blond even while Seto seethed his sword and closed the distance between them. There was no reason to do what he was about to do but he could not stop himself. His actions were no longer controlled by his mind, but by some force he didn't understand or want to acknowledge.

The blond gasped at the brunettes approach. "What are you doing?"

Seto pressed the blonds back, crowding him until he met the rock-lined wall; the blond kept the metal abject directed at Seto, the silly thing clicking over and over again. Did the blond truly expect to protect himself from a dragon warrior with such a useless object? He grabbed the useless metal from the blonds fingers and tossed it behind his shoulders. The blond lashed out, unbeaten, kicking, hitting and scratching like a wild demon.

"Cease," Seto said.

Seto secured the blond by the wrists, pinning them above his head. The blond squirmed, he sighed and waited for the blond to tire. A couple minutes passed before his movements slowed, then halted altogether.

"You'll go to prison for this," the blond said breathing heavily.

The blonds warm exhalations caressed Seto's chest, their intoxicating sweetness a tangible entity that prodded his memory, another gentle reminder of his parents he couldn't quite banish from his mind. He almost jerked away from the blond, but the scent of fear and honey enveloped him, a sensual declaration of his appeal. He'd smelled nothing but ash for so long; he couldn't help but luxuriate in this new fragrance. Inhaling deeply, Seto pressed against the blond, brushing his body with his, closing all hint of separation. The need to touch the younger male, any part of him, refused to leave Seto.

The blond shivered. From the cold? He wondered. Or from a turbulent desire similar to his own? Seto watched the blond nibble his soft bottom lip, the arousal he felt for the blond became a storm. A storm so intense it was like a supernatural entity. His dragon's blood flowed to his cock like a freshly sprung river, hot and consuming.

Seto's lips curved into a self-disparaging smile. The moment he realized he was actually smiling, he frowned. How his men would have laughed to crown this dainty creature the winner of their wager. Yet he couldn't seem to care. By the gods he'd never felt anything so perfect, so right.

This young man is your enemy, he reminded himself, gritting his teeth and shifting his hips so that his erection remained a safe distance away.

"The mind is open, the ears will hear. Understand we do, apart or near. My words are yours-your words are mine. This I speak. This I bind. From this moment, through all of time." Seto chanted.

Still watching the blond, he said, "Do you understand my words now?"

"Y-yeah, I-I do." His honey brown eyes widened, darkening with renewed flecks of alarm.

"How?" was all the blond could manage.

"I cast a spell of comprehension over your mind."

"Spell? No, no. that's not possible." The blond shook his head. "What did you do to my brain?"

"I have already explained that to you."

"Don't tell me the truth, then." The blond laughed bitterly. "None of this matters, anyway. Tomorrow morning I'll wake up and discover this all a horrible nightmare."

No, he wouldn't, Seto thought. "You should have not come here, uke." he said. "Do you care for your life?"

"Is that a threat?" The blond fought against his hold. "Let go."

"Cease your struggles. Your actions merely press your body deeper into mine."

The blond immediately stilled.

"I am a Japanese citizen, and I know my rights. You can't keep me here against my will."

"I can do anything I like."

All color from the blonds face because there was no denying the truth of his words.

Close your eyes and strike, his mind and body acted as separate entities. He found himself releasing the blond stepping backwards. The blond leapt away from him as if he were a blood sucking vampire or a hideously misshapen Formorian.

Seto focused all his might on the blonds destruction, looking anywhere except his enigmatic, honey-colored eyes, thinking of anything except his fierce, admirable spirit. The blonds shirt was torn and gaped down the middle, revealing his beautiful pale skin, and two nipples. Another spark of desire flared inside him. Until his gaze locked on the two sets of rubied eyes that hung in the valley of his chest.

Seto's breath snagged as he studied the ornament more intently. Surely that was not…could not be…

But it was.

A frown cemented his features, and his fingers fisted so tightly his bones almost snapped. How had this blond come to possess such a sacred talisman? The gods awarded every dragon warrior a Ra-Dracus Dragon's Fire, upon reaching manhood, and a warrior never removed his gift, not for any reason save death. The marking etched at the base of his one were familiar to him, but he could not recall exactly to whom it belonged. Not this young man that much he knew. The blond was not a dragon, nor was he a child of Atlantis.

Seto frown deepened. Ironically the very oath that commanded him to harm the blond compelled him to keep the blond alive until the blond explained how and why he had the medallion. Reaching out Seto attempted to remove it from his neck. The blond slapped his palm and scampered backwards.

"W-what are you doing?" the blond demanded.

"Give me that medallion."

The blond didn't cower at his hard tone as most would have done. Nor did he jump to obey. No, the blond returned his gaze with unflinching courage or stupidity. The remained firmly in place now, hands at his side.

"Don't come any closer," the blond told him.

"You wear the mark of a dragon," Seto continued. "And you, uke, are no dragon. Give me the medallion."

"The only thing I'll give you is an ass-kicking, you rotten thief. Stay back."

Seto leveled him with a resolute gaze. The blond was defensive and fearful. Not a good combination when trying to get answers. He almost sighed. "I am called Seto," he said. "Does that ease your fears?"

"No, it doesn't." Contrary to his words, his muscles relaxed slightly. "My little sister gave me this necklace. It's my only link to her these days, and I'm not giving it up."

Seto warred a hand down his face. "What is your name?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"What is your name?" he repeated. "Do not forget who holds the sword."

"Joey Wheeler," he reluctantly supplied.

"Where is your little sister now, Joey Wheeler?" His name floated easily from Seto's tongue. "I wish to see her."

"I don't know where she is."

And he did like that he did not know, Seto realized, studying the worry in his eyes. "No matter," he said. "The medallion does not belong to her, either. It belongs to a dragon, and I will have it back."

The blond studied him for a long, silent moment, then offered him a sunny if brittle smile. "You're right. You can have it. I just need to take it off." He raised his arms if he meant to do as he'd claimed-take it off. But, he darted forward until he stood poised at the mist's entrance. Seto's arm snaked out and jerked the blond back into the hard circle of his body. The blond gasped on impact. If his reflexes had not been so quick, he would have lost the blond.

"You dare defy me?" Seto said. As leader of this palace, he was used to having every command obeyed. Well before today and his army's game. That this uke opposed him was shocking, yet somehow added to his appeal.

"Let me go!"

"Struggling is pointless and merely delays what must be done." Seto held steady while speaking.

The blond beat his pointy, little elbows into Seto's stomach. "What the hell must be done?"

Seto whirled him around and used one of his hands as a shackle, locking the blond against him, chest to chest.

"Be still," Seto shouted. Then shouted? Yes, he'd actually raised his voice.

Amazingly enough, the blond stilled. His breath came shallow and fast. Seto began to hear the blonds heart beat, a staccato rhythm that never berated in his ears. Their gazes narrowed on each other and looking away proved impossible.

"Please." the blond whispered, and Seto wasn't sure if he was asking him to release him or hold him more tightly.

Seto used his free hand to smooth up the velvet soft expose of the blonds neck, then gently flick some blond hair out of the way. The heat of him beckoned him to glide his hands across the blonds every peak and hallow from the buds of his nipples, the slight roundness of his stomach. From the exotic slope of his legs, to the hardness of his length.

Was he the kind of uke who could accept and return his animal passion? Or would he find him more than he could handle?

The thought jarred him, and Seto gave a brutal shake of his head to dislodge it. Whether the blond could handle him or not it didn't matter. Seto wasn't going to bed this blond. And yet…

Seto easily imagined Joey naked and in his bed, his body splayed for his views. The blonds arms open and waiting for him. He would smile slowly, seductively, and Seto would inch his way atop of him, graze his tongue over every curve and hollow, enjoying the blond as he'd never enjoyed another-or let him enjoy Seto-until the both collapsed.

The fantasy caused his desire to intermingle with tenderness, each sensation sparking off the other as they races through Seto.

Desire he could tolerate. Tenderness he could not.

For years he'd tried to suppress his physical needs, but he'd learned it was impossible. So Seto begun to allow himself occasional woman or ukes, quickly afterward. He didn't kiss, didn't savor. Just look them with utter detachment, and easily forgettable coupling.

Seto needed that same detachment now, which meant he needed to ignore Joey's appeal. With that firmly rooted in his mind, he hurriedly unhooked the chain's clasp from around the blonds neck, though he was careful not to bruise him.

"Give that back," the blond demanded, pulling against his hold. "It's mine."

The blonds expression turned venomous.

Without removing his gaze from the blond, Seto secured the medallion around his own neck, causing it to clang against the other Ra-Dracus. "I have many questions for you, and I expect you to answer everyone. If you utter a single lie, you will regret it. Is that clear?"

A strangled breath slipped past Joey's lips.

"Do you understand?" Seto reiterated.

Wide-eyed, Joey nodded slowly.

"Then we will begin. You told me you want to give the medallion back to your sister. Why? What does she plan to do with it?"

"I-I don't know."

Did he lie? The angelic cast of his features suggested no untruth had ever passed from the blonds lips. Thinking of Joey's lips brought his gaze to them. They were plump lips. Lips made for a man's pleasure, his pleasure. He ran a hand down his face, unsure what to believe, but knowing he should not imagine those lips slipping up and down his shaft, his blond hair tickling his stomach.

"Where did she acquire it?" Seto ground out.

"I don't know," Joey said hollowly.

"From who did she acquire it?"

"Her friend,"

Her friend…Seto's jaw ticked. That meant there were more surface dwellers involved. "How long has the chain been in your possession?"

Joey closed his eyes for a moment, silently counting the days. "A while,"

"Do you know what it is? Or what it does?"

"It does nothing," Joey said, his brows furrowed. "It's just a necklace. A piece of jewelry."

Seto regarded the blond intently, studying, gauging. "How, then, did you find the mist?"

Joey paused out of breath. "I don't know, okay. I was walking around that damned jungle. I was hot, tired and hungry. I discovered an underground spring, stumbled upon the cave and crawled inside."

"Did anyone enter the cave with you?"

"No."

"Are you certain?"

The blond glared up at him, daring Seto to do what he would. "Yes, damn it. I'm certain I was alone out there."

"If you have lied…" Seto allowed his threat to hang in the air unsaid.

"I told you the truth," the blond snapped.

Had he? Seto honestly didn't know. He only knew that he wanted to believe every word the blond uttered. Seto was too captivated by the blonds beauty. Too entranced by the blondes scent. Seto should kill the blond here and now, finally, but still couldn't bring himself to hurt the younger male. Not yet. Not until he's had time and distance to put the blond in proper perspective.

I'm a fool, Seto thought. Seto grabbed Joey by the waist and hoisted him over his shoulder. The blond began kicking immediately, and his nails raked down his back.

"Put me down, you Neanderthalic bastard!" The blonds voice echoed in his ears. "I answered your questions. You have to let me go."

"Perhaps a little time in my chamber will make those answers of yours improve. Surely you can do better than 'I don't know.'"

"Improve? Improve! If I'd given you a different answers, I would have been lying."

"We shall see."

Seto strode up the cave stairs and into the palace above. Joey continued to squirm and kick, and Seto continued to hold him firmly in his arms. He was careful to avoid his men as he carried the blond to his chamber. Once there, he tossed the blond atop his velvet covered mattress and tied him flailing arms and legs to the posts. Seeing Joey splayed on his bed made him sweat and ache. Made Seto rock-hard. Gods, he couldn't deal with the blond now, not when the blond looked so…eatable. Without another glance in Joey's direction, Seto turned and walked into the hall. the door closed behind him.

Sooner or later, the blond would have to die…by his own hands.


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