"I..."

He can't. He can't stop touching him. He can't stop even when he feels how cold he is. It's almost soothing against his overheated skin.

Effort.

It takes so much effort to speak. To touch. To communicate.

"Did...th-this...?"

No, he couldn't have. This couldn't have been Yuugi's influence. Kaiba had always been a bit sickly looking and pale, but for him to decline this quickly...!

Let him bite you.

"I..."

He's hungry.

"K-Kaiba, I..."

This is insane.

His eyes glittered in the moonlight, dimming and blown and losing control by the second. His pupils danced as he grappled with control, wrangling it and holding it still enough for him to speak.

"I-If you n-need...blood...Y-you..."

He had to speak.

"My w-wrist. B-bite my wrist."

He had to keep control. He had to stop himself from giving over. He had to find a way to help him.