"I saw that," he managed to get out. "Don't make a habit of...doing everyone's work for them. I hired them for a reason."
There. Almost sounds normal, he's making this work. Control. He has to remain in control. He has to breathe--
--no. Damn it. Breathing deeply was a bad idea, it's like he's inhaling Yuugi's blood without actually tasting it, the sweet aroma hits and makes his jaw hurt. It's not an ache, it's actual pain as it clenches so hard he can barely tolerate it.
He looks away, the frustration visible on his features. Plausible deniability...he could just be mad about Yuugi being taken advantage of on his first day. That's all.
Why...why does he feel so empty? He'd drank more than his fair share today, should have been as full as an engorged tick at this point! But he still hungered, for this man and this man only.
"Nngh...Mutou, I came in here for a different reason," he hisses. The effort of speaking...it was almost too much. All he can think about is how much he'd love to flash-step to that desk, pull the new guy's head to the side, and bury his aching, wanting fangs in that flesh so that he could feel the rush of life trickling down his throat, swelling him back to full strength, making him feel human again!
"What my brother is trying to say is--he's sorry for the way he acted when he met you."
That voice! Kaiba turns to the source, and finds Mokuba leaning in the doorway, arms crossed. He focuses on him, not as a source of food, but as a source of self-centering. He didn't want to bite his brother. He didn't feel he urge to drain him dry. He didn't want to show him the monster clamoring to get out.
It's enough to make his jaw loosen, and his throat to stop twitching. But only just.
"Come on, bro. It's okay, just let it out."
Seto can't look at Yuugi for long. He'll have to make this quick. Once he feels composed enough, he faces the other man and inclines his head in the only bow he intends to give.
"My apologies. I'm feeling under the weather today," he says, and there's a twist in his guts, like someone's wringing any nutrition he may have derived from his meal straight out of him. Empty. So empty. Hollowed out.
He keeps his cool and continues. "You've done good work so far. I expect that to continue."
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There. Almost sounds normal, he's making this work. Control. He has to remain in control. He has to breathe--
--no. Damn it. Breathing deeply was a bad idea, it's like he's inhaling Yuugi's blood without actually tasting it, the sweet aroma hits and makes his jaw hurt. It's not an ache, it's actual pain as it clenches so hard he can barely tolerate it.
He looks away, the frustration visible on his features. Plausible deniability...he could just be mad about Yuugi being taken advantage of on his first day. That's all.
Why...why does he feel so empty? He'd drank more than his fair share today, should have been as full as an engorged tick at this point! But he still hungered, for this man and this man only.
"Nngh...Mutou, I came in here for a different reason," he hisses. The effort of speaking...it was almost too much. All he can think about is how much he'd love to flash-step to that desk, pull the new guy's head to the side, and bury his aching, wanting fangs in that flesh so that he could feel the rush of life trickling down his throat, swelling him back to full strength, making him feel human again!
"What my brother is trying to say is--he's sorry for the way he acted when he met you."
That voice! Kaiba turns to the source, and finds Mokuba leaning in the doorway, arms crossed. He focuses on him, not as a source of food, but as a source of self-centering. He didn't want to bite his brother. He didn't feel he urge to drain him dry. He didn't want to show him the monster clamoring to get out.
It's enough to make his jaw loosen, and his throat to stop twitching. But only just.
"Come on, bro. It's okay, just let it out."
Seto can't look at Yuugi for long. He'll have to make this quick. Once he feels composed enough, he faces the other man and inclines his head in the only bow he intends to give.
"My apologies. I'm feeling under the weather today," he says, and there's a twist in his guts, like someone's wringing any nutrition he may have derived from his meal straight out of him. Empty. So empty. Hollowed out.
He keeps his cool and continues. "You've done good work so far. I expect that to continue."