Disclaimer: Plain and simple. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.

A/N: *chuckles around a Kleenex* It's almost like all of you got together and decided to use the word 'interesting' to describe the last chapter. You guys crack me up. Never did I realize the word 'interesting' could be so... well... interesting! Thank you all!

Okay, school started this week, but the important note is that I have been sick as a dog. I haven't been able to work on anything. Lucky for you, I had chapters one through three for JS already. So please forgive me for not responding personally to each review. I need to go back to bed, and watching 'Singing In the Rain'! Great movie. Take care everyone! See you next time!

~ Ocean

Notes:

This story revolves around Yami and Yuugi, who are both elite prostitutes that work for a very exclusive club. Names and backgrounds are not known for any who work at the Arrowhead. It is a place where, for working, people are given a place to live and meals. So there is a benefit for those who have nowhere else to go other than the streets. Because names are not known, Yuugi and Yami will be going by different names for a portion of the story.

Yuugi will be called 'Jasper,' after the stone that represents the courage to speak out and personal independence. Jasper is also believed to balance energy, both emotional and physical, in the body.

Yami will be called 'Saber,' after the sword of the same name. Long, sleek, beautiful, dangerous. What more needs to be said?

Jasmine's Scent

By Ocean

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Chapter Two: Proximity

Crisp chills. Biting night and wind played along their clasped hands. Warmth generated outward from skin-on-skin contact, molding itself along slim fingers like hot cocoa. Such a simple action as holding hands was easily able to defeat the night air.

A quarter moon offered a quarter light. Hair twice ruffled by fingers and breeze flowed gently down Jasper and Saber's gleaming necks. Jackets on lengthy arms brushed together as the two companions walked.

"Where are we going?" Jasper asked quietly.

"Movies."

Both voices soft and slick like heated syrup.

Jasper's shapely body pressed closer to his firm side that leaned close in return. Two sets of contrasting eyes casually took in the portrait of their surroundings.

Breath crystallized in moistened air. Bright lights flashed ahead. Dazzling sequences that promised excitement and adventure.

A question.

"What is it to you?" Saber asked in his breathy whisper.

Brows furrowed as Jasper considered his answer. Technically it was fornication – intercourse between two people. Skin and sweat and heat and heavy breathing. Sensation personified.

"A connection."

"Of heart?"

"Of mind."

A thoughtful pause. "Intimacy, then."

Elegant lashes lowered in worn sadness as Jasper confessed. "As close as I can get to it."

Sharp perception watched Jasper from the corner of rose-laden eyes.

A gentle tug against his fingers guided him through the crowd at Saber's side. The forest of people sighed apart, allowing the two sensual bodies easy passage. More than one eye turned to admire their forms.

The large marquee canopied the small box office. A young teenager, her hair a symbol of her rebellion, twirled her finger as she asked the automated question.

"Whatever is showing in theatre eight."

Jasper quirked an eyebrow at the sumptuous man beside him. His fingers were given a warning squeeze as Saber's nimble hands paid for the evening's entertainment.

A devil's cake grin appeared on one face. A sly smile adorned another. The young woman was left flustered and blushing as the beauty before her vanished into the throng.

Treading onto the trampled carpet laid in a complex pattern, they entered the theatre. Multiple doors leading to unbridled fantasy interspersed by brightly hued walls of lilac, burgundy and yellow.

The bountiful harvest of the concession stand captured Saber's attention.

Another line. Another chance for Jasper to observe Saber's infinite patience. He inclined his head against the tempting shoulder beside him, rubbing his cheek pointedly against the uniquely rounded shape.

The shoulder hunched in playful jest, bouncing the cheek away before said cheek again claimed its perch. Miniscule lines crinkled at the corner of eyes as a relaxed ease settled over them.

Snack purchased, fingers began a slow caress against each other's smooth skin as Jasper and Saber made their way to theatre eight.

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"And where am I supposed to sit?" Sly amusement pulled at Jasper's flavorable lips.

Firestone eyes blinked with cat-like ease at the question. The dim theatre cast a healthy sheen around the chiseled body sprawled erotically lazy on the sofa.

Plush cushions. Inviting curves – both human and furniture. An arm limp across the sofa's back. A leg raised and bent. His other careless and open, braced on the floor.

Saber was such a tease.

Sharpened features tilted at Saber's sensual invitation. One that was eagerly accepted. Jackets were tossed aside as Jasper made his approach to sit.

Jasper settled light as a bubble between Saber's parted legs. Warmth and strength penetrated thin fabric as legs curled together and fingers walked slowly in Jasper's hair.

Then... a Bon-Bon appeared.

A curious look as his attention was turned from the romantic fingers in his tresses.

The gesture returned in silent question to the silent question.

"A Bon-Bon?"

Saber nodded lethally, eyes focused on the succulent treat.

Irritation and a pouty mouth graced Jasper's pretty face. "I much preferred your attention on me."

The hand not holding the dessert slipped down his neck, drawing him closer to the captivating creature.

A pirate's smirk. Closed eyes as the ice cream was flavored by Saber's long silky tongue.

"What makes you think it is not?" Saber whispered.

Chocolate coated decadence pressed against coral flesh that parted. Sugar and sweetness penetrated molten heat as Jasper took the offered treat.

Bon-Bons were eaten in similar fashion until the box was emptied. Flavor added by Saber's forbidden mouth. Confident fingers and skilled lips guided each piece. Each bite drawing them closer.

Lights extinguished as the appointed time arrived. Advertisements projected on screen, poignant images of light and sound. Crunching of popcorn. Slurping of drinks. Hushed whispers of eager delight.

All ignored by sultry hands and seeking caresses.

Arms braced against a firm chest as Jasper leaned ever closer to the sleek fountain of desire beneath him. A leg rocked gently against his side, cocooning him in muscle and tightness.

Saber's hands palmed remarkably slowly along sensitive skin. Temple and cheeks and pulsing neck full of life. Passion. Jasper's unbridled energy that purred for fulfillment as Saber both soothed and excited.

The wonder that was two hands. Muscles relaxing and tensing as the free instrument massaged, coaxed, examined Jasper's streamline back.

Close.

Darkened lavender eyes rolled in pleasure. Strong arms adjusted him more fully against their owner. Delicious friction – not arousing. Simply bonding pleasure.

The movie may as well have not been playing. Or perhaps it was just as well. Providing a distraction for others in the theatre.

Closer.

Both elegant hands curled around the back of Jasper's neck. Fingernails scraped teasingly from shoulders and through hair against sensitive scalp. Pleasant tingles followed in their passing.

Tawny hands slid down the front of Jasper's face, sampling gentle curves of eyes and nose and lips.

One finger traced the delicate jaw. The hand then curled behind the appetizing ear, stimulating already jittery nerves as it pulled the opulent face close enough to taste.

A tantalizing little moan reached his ears over the drone of the movie. The smirk gracing Saber's lips softened in sincere appreciation of the sound.

Maintaining the hold on Jasper's jaw to prove his serious intention. His free hand glided back through pale bangs. A flinch. Cotton soft tresses caught between adept fingers and tugged. Gentle enough not to hurt. Rough enough to excite.

The action drew forth a sensual croon. The croon summoned a comfortable sigh.

Bangs pulled loosely over lidded eyes. Firm lips brought against hair and forehead as Saber delivered an almost-kiss. His face nuzzled every surface. Lips never pressed further than a fleeting teasing touch.

Palms flattened along Saber's collarbone as Jasper melted into the intimate caresses. His heart filled with new and longed for emotion.

Closer.

Two hands now cupped his face and held him near as Saber rolled against him in soothing waves.

Draw back to noses touching. Smoldering eyes half-lidded in sleepy contentment looked at each other.

Closer.

The back of a finger drawn over moistened lips. A deep sigh of interest as Jasper parted his lips and let Saber feel the warm wetness hidden just beneath the surface.

"What is it to you?" Jasper repeated the question.

Saber's scarlet eyes blinked sluggishly.

"... a search."

"For what?"

A silent, internal search. A tickle of hair across his features as his blanket eased closer.

"Honesty."

Another's turn to blink. The leaning down of rounded features as Jasper cuddled himself into Saber.

Long arms wrapped around his back. A hand tangled in his hair. Both sets of eyes closed in quiet rest for the duration of the movie.

Closest.

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to be continued...