Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. And I don't own (or hate) Darren Hayes, or his music.
A/N: AAAAAH! *Continues screaming* I wrote the closest thing I've ever got to a lemon! This is terrible! Stupid Darren Hayes and his stupid sexy lemon-inducing song. It's not fair! They should put warning labels on these CDs or something. Anyways… hope ya'll enjoy.
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The High Priest Seto made his way wearily down the many stairs leading to his bedchamber, deep within the bowels of the temple. The night breeze had long ago chased away the summer heat that usually inhabited the clean Egyptian air.
Yet the whispered promise made that morning created it's own heat within him, spurring him down the seemingly never-ending flights of steps. A lone trickle of sweat made it's way down his bronzed temple, until it was wiped away with an impatient finger.
He thought longingly of the other things his fingers would be doing tonight.
He quickened his pace.
At last, the door loomed in front of him. Cursing the heavy, awkward lock, the High Priest fumbled with his copious amount of keys. His eyes scanned his small collection with the fervor of a madman, his fingers trembling, until he made his selection.
With a small *clack* the lock fell to the floor, forgotten and ignored in Seto's desperate eagerness.
Instead, the High Priest focused his attention on the door, suddenly hesitant. His strong fingers fastened on the equally strong iron handle, his other hand resting heavily on the door, as if for support. Gathering himself, he opened the door.
Poised on his bed sat a scantily clad figure, whose soft blond hair fell on their face in a manner Seto found devastatingly alluring. Soft eyes rose to meet the High Priest's cerulean ones, a seductive smile twitching at a soft, pink mouth.
"Jou…" came Seto's hoarse whisper.
The aforementioned blonde smiled wider, showing teeth. Teeth that were responsible for a number of small scars on the High Priest's neck. Seto wasn't opposed to adding more to his collection.
Stealing himself, Seto moved closer, shedding various potentially injuring pieces of jewelry, as well as his sandals. The object of the brunette's desire rose to meet him, helping him to discard any and all unwarranted items. Like clothes, for instance. Who needed such things anyway?
Moving to the soft bed, the High Priest brought his lips in contact with the blonde's, wasting neither time nor energy to insure gentleness. Besides, that's the way Jou liked it. He knew from experience. Much experience.
In time the kisses gained momentum, and soon Seto found himself on top of the blonde boy, his insatiable hunger for the other driving him in and out at a reckless speed that far surpassed the fervor of his sprint down the stairs.
Then, in two short bursts of blissful release, it was over. Panting, the High Priest took his equally winded lover into his arms, their sleek, sweaty skin gliding against one another's. The blonde rested his chin in the crook of Seto's collarbone, thrilled with the sweet, sensual contact.
The High Priest kissed his lover's head gently, watching the moonlight play delicately across Jou's skin. Only then did he close his eyes himself, sighing and moving closer to the blonde's sleeping form.
The CEO of Kaiba Corp awoke with a start.
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A/N: Well… what's done cannot be undone. And yes. I'm obsessed with dreams. They make wonderful plot material! Or am I insane? Perhaps both O_o.
Updated and changed 11-10-03: Bleh. I just read this again, and found way to many errors to count. I corrected most of them, but I need your help to tell me when I've messed up big tim. Like that! I wrote tim, but I meant time! If anyone's interested in Beta-ing for me, I would greatly appreciate it. Review or e-mail me if you're interested.