Kaiba's never known anything so sublime. The blood, it came and came, rushing down his throat like magma, burning him from the inside out, but in a way that has him groan as he's thoroughly filled in turn.

He can't stop...he can't, not so long as the flow practically drowns him. He'd keep drinking too, until he'd drained Yuugi dry, or something stood between them. He'd never, not once in his life, felt as if he might finally be so full that he couldn't bear to take anymore.

Pegasus continues to watch, not yet ready to intervene. But with this situation...he'll certainly have to.