Smooth, soft; it washed over him, caressing his skin and whispering sweet things to his mind. It promised wonderful things, if he only looked into those beautiful eyes. He just needed to look up, look up, look up--
Into cloth.
Even as Yuugi's breath quickened and his cheeks warmed, he didn't tense. His eyes didn't blank. He didn't fall apart like a broken toy onto the floor.
He could breathe.
There was air in his lungs, it was bearable, it was doable. He could breathe, he could breathe he could breathe!
And warmth fluttered in his chest.
(It wasn't because of his voice. It wasn't because of the reasons he thought they were)
"Th...thank you." He murmured. "Thank you, Mr. Kaiba. For...this. For stopping yourself. If you hadn't, I..."
He would have died, and he would have thanked him for the privilege.
"I'll do whatever I can to pay you back for this."
Was it normal to be grateful to a vampire who was standing in the doorway with his eyes covered? No, probably not. It wasn't normal to be in the presence of a vampire in general, they shouldn't even be real.
And yet there they were.
Creatures of the night who terrified children into their beds were not only real, but he knew one personally. He was in their home, and he was trying to stop himself from losing control.
Wait, hold on--
Idly, Yuugi touched his forehead.
"I had a headache when I woke up this morning, like I had a hangover. But...when Mr. Kaiba's in the room, I feel better. I don't feel sick."
Come to think of it, his stomach twisted and he felt a little nauseous when Mr. Kaiba was in his office and he was working that day, wasn't he? Like, after he saw him that initial time and then went back downstairs.
Yeah, because he sipped a ginger ale for at least a third of the afternoon before it went away. He thought it was nerves, but...!
"I felt sick after our first encounter, too, but not like this. I thought it was just nerves."
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Smooth, soft; it washed over him, caressing his skin and whispering sweet things to his mind. It promised wonderful things, if he only looked into those beautiful eyes. He just needed to look up, look up, look up--
Into cloth.
Even as Yuugi's breath quickened and his cheeks warmed, he didn't tense. His eyes didn't blank. He didn't fall apart like a broken toy onto the floor.
He could breathe.
There was air in his lungs, it was bearable, it was doable. He could breathe, he could breathe he could breathe!
And warmth fluttered in his chest.
(It wasn't because of his voice. It wasn't because of the reasons he thought they were)
"Th...thank you." He murmured. "Thank you, Mr. Kaiba. For...this. For stopping yourself. If you hadn't, I..."
He would have died, and he would have thanked him for the privilege.
"I'll do whatever I can to pay you back for this."
Was it normal to be grateful to a vampire who was standing in the doorway with his eyes covered? No, probably not. It wasn't normal to be in the presence of a vampire in general, they shouldn't even be real.
And yet there they were.
Creatures of the night who terrified children into their beds were not only real, but he knew one personally. He was in their home, and he was trying to stop himself from losing control.
Wait, hold on--
Idly, Yuugi touched his forehead.
"I had a headache when I woke up this morning, like I had a hangover. But...when Mr. Kaiba's in the room, I feel better. I don't feel sick."
Come to think of it, his stomach twisted and he felt a little nauseous when Mr. Kaiba was in his office and he was working that day, wasn't he? Like, after he saw him that initial time and then went back downstairs.
Yeah, because he sipped a ginger ale for at least a third of the afternoon before it went away. He thought it was nerves, but...!
"I felt sick after our first encounter, too, but not like this. I thought it was just nerves."