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Please check the consciousness and try again. Chapter seventeen of `I've wanted you forever and tonight'.

~By Sweetdeily.

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He was screaming.

Screaming in the silence.

Screaming in the dark.

Screaming in the abyss.

Loud, strong, panicked exhalations of air exploding in long drags of sound that seemed threatening to break something, if not everything that could possibly be broken inside one’s throat.

And even as that unbearable pleasure rushed through his every thought, his every unvoiced desire, he was screaming.

Because it was all wrong. All so very wrong. So very, very wrong.

Those sweaty hands belonged to the right body, to the right face even. Those swollen lips belonged to the right shell, the right hair… but the creature behind it all…

Wasn’t Seto Kaiba.

At first he’d been violent in rejecting the touches, trying to fend off the much stronger creature. But then Evil Seto had grabbed what remained of his chest plate and twisted it around Jounouchi’s wrists. He’d tried to stop from feeling the pleasure that coursed through his body. Tried to ignore the little bolts of enjoyment that made him shudder. And then the vampire had gone down on him, and Jounouchi hadn’t been able to do anything but feel it all.

Now, with their bodies entwined, with his release blinding him more than any kind of lightning ever could, all he could do was scream.

And when the white-out finally hit and his whole body was tense and relaxed all at the same time, all he could think about was Seto Kaiba. That somehow, maybe, it was Seto Kaiba on top of him. That maybe, just maybe, it was really Seto Kaiba whose hands stroked his body. That perhaps, in some wacky dimension, Seto Kaiba might desire him. And then, that maybe Seto Kaiba wasn’t an evil vampiric asshole.

All he could see was those brown eyes… deep, pensive brown eyes. They had an almost eerie obsessed kind of look to them, and it was a look that Jounouchi only wished he could see in Seto’s cold cobalt eyes. A look that he had wanted to see on Seto’s face for so very, very long.

And as the orgasm finished, he was left knowing that this… this… -thing- was not Seto Kaiba.

The vampire took his time, took as much time as he wanted, Jounouchi resolved not to watch, not to enjoy the act. But every time those lips smashed against his own, he felt the answering desire rising in himself. And every time Seto’s penis rocked inside of him, he felt the rub against that precious little sweet spot that made sex with other males worth the ‘objectization’.

Jounouchi lost track of time when the second white-out hit him, all he could think about was the need for oxygen and how hot his body was, and the rub of sweaty skin against his own and then the little patches of grey that ate the ceiling, and then, finally, the ejaculation of Evil Seto.

The hammock rocked slowly to a stop even as the vampire spooned against his back, it seemed, resting.

Absently the vampire licked at the sweat on Jounouchi’s back, sending little shivers up the Fairy’s sides.

“Are ya’ done yet?” Jounouchi finally asked.

Evil Seto didn’t answer him initially, warm hands tracing arcane patterns over Jounouchi’s left arm. After a few moments the vampire gave a little sniffing sound and traced the Fairy symbol for item on Jou’s chest.

The Fairy shivered and tried to roll away, which is a lot harder than it sounds in a hammock.

Evil Seto chuckled and pulled the Fairy back against his body, wrapping a sweaty leg around Jounouchi’s.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Ye’ve had yer fun, haven’t ya? I don’t exactly get off layin’ in a wet-patch from rape.”

“Aww, you could have prevented me from raping you.” Evil Seto said in a mocking voice.

“How? If I might be so bold?”

“Preventing rape is sometimes just a matter of saying yes.”

Jounouchi shuddered and clenched his fists. “Like fuckin’ hell it is ya’ fuckin’ bastard! Dat’s the worst thin’ I’ve ever heard someone say. It’s not even fuckin’ funny.”

Evil Seto laughed and finally pulled his member from Jounouchi’s passage, one hand slipping between the Fairy’s legs to massage Jou’s thigh lethargically. “I think it’s hilarious.”

Jounouchi tried to roll away yet again, only to be pulled back against Seto’s body. “Why won’t you let me go?”

“Because, you owe me a life-debt.”

Jounouchi snorted. “I do not!”

“Yes, you do. And until you repay that… your –mine-.” The vampire emphasized his point by nibbling daintily on Jounouchi’s ear.

Jou struggled to get out of Evil Seto’s hold, he felt like he was suffocating. “When did I wrack up a life-debt?”

“When I healed you, of course.”

The arms constricting him were cutting off his air. He couldn’t think straight. “Let me go…”

“No.”

Jounouchi whipped his head back and forth; he couldn’t seem to breathe enough air. Something was wrong. “I can’t… I can’t… breathe…”

A wave of dizziness overtook him; something teased the edge of his vision. Jou struggled to raise his ribs and inflate his lungs. “What… what… are… you…”

He turned his head, seeing the smug, smiling face of the vampire. The tease at the edge of his vision was back, he looked down at his arm. The arcane symbols that Evil Seto had drawn were glowing blue.

“Relax, it’s just a sleep spell. The more you fight it, the more oxygen your body loses.”

Jounouchi struggled to inhale, to break out of the arms of the vampire, but his body was already going limp, his sight was already fading, dimly, he felt Seto kiss him.

Asshole.

~To Be Continued…

Sweet notes: Wahoo! Sex!

Jou: I don’t believe it took you 17 chapters before you finally got some sex in there. You’re fucking unbelievable.

Seto: Honestly woman, that didn’t even count either, that was rape. Everyone knows that the rape scene does not count toward the sex scene count.

Bakura: Does that mean you guys are 17 chapters in and the only sex you have had, doesn’t count?

Jou: … damnit!!!!! >.<

Sweets: Damn, if that’s the case, we might not have sex until like, chapter 30.

Jou: *cracks knuckles* You’d better hope not…

Seto: Hehhehhe… *restrains him* Hey, if you kill her, she won’t write the next chapter.

Bakura: *accidentally destroys author* Oops, my millennium item slipped.

Yami: -_-; that’s not true.

Bakura: You calling me a liar?

Yami: Yes, because you –lied-

Ryou: He lay on me, does that count?

Yami: Stop abusing the language. -_-;

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