This...this compared to nothing Seto Kaiba had ever tasted before in his life. Yuugi's blood filled him so completely, in a way he'd never experienced. It was like drinking a boiling hot, savory soup that comforted after a long cold day and soothed the aches of whatever had occurred.

It was like playing a game with someone who could actually match wits with him, for hours.

It was like having a home.

He felt as if he was being resurrected from the undead, with the sun filling him and burning him to cinders while he thanked it for the experience.

When he finally breaks away, Kaiba collapses on the bed next to Yuugi, eyes half closed and now it's his turn to have pupils blown so wide that it's rather pathetic. There's a bright flush to his cheeks--no, his whole body--as if he really had been resurrected! He was human again, with human skin, human warmth and...

...well, Kaiba's so euphoric that he doesn't really pay any mind to the way his sleepclothes have creased and tightened below the belt. The euphoria isn't from his erection, or anything that could have caused it naturally. It's from Yuugi's blood, and he could have taken more if he wanted, he supposes, but...it's so much right now. Even if he wasn't full, he's sure he'll writhe in overstimulation if he feeds anymore.

And...and he doesn't want to kill Yuugi, does he?

No. God...he'd been prepared to, though...hadn't he?