He'll be okay.

Will he, Kaiba wonders, as he brings the dripping digit to his lips and runs his tongue along it. The sound he makes doesn't feel like a sound he'd ever make in his life, but there it is, a soft groan as he gives in and finally brings Yuugi's finger into his mouth.

Then, he starts to suck, drawing the blood into his mouth, feeling it trickle down his throat like life itself, a rejuvenating taste that has him clamoring for more with each draw.

He could keep going. He could keep going, and going until he was flushed with color, and Yuugi had traded for his pale skin. It'd be so easy to draw all of Yuugi into him, and isn't that what he wants anyway? His mind is screaming to him that he'd never feel such hunger again, if he'd just drink all of Yuugi Mutou.

But he doesn't drink with such voracity, even if his fangs are aching to bore a deeper cavern that would gush like a punctured hose. He is not going to be controlled by his instincts, not even when holding himself back feels miserable.

He's taking only what he needs, through a subtle cut, even if it's torture, and it is...!!