The cadence of the dance eases, but the steps seem to grow heavier. Sharper. A heavy tap dance against Kaiba's eardrums that very nearly makes his temples throb.
His jaw starts to ache.
No.
He's not hungry. In fact, he's never felt so satisfied since he'd become a vampire, and yet...he's reacting out of instinct. And as for Yuugi, he's reacting in a way that makes it worse. If Kaiba was inclined to worry, he wouldn't say he was worrying about Yuugi himself, but of where this was happening.
Yuugi's blood thrums as if it's surging through a channel far too narrow. A quick glance at the monitors show what Kaiba can hear and feel with his senses, moments before Yuugi pulls the sensor off.
He remembers the office. He remembers...taking Yuugi's blood there. He remembers the taste, and it makes him swallow hard now, even though he wasn't thirsty. He's never felt so simultaneously enticed and interested, while knowing he doesn't need what's bubbling up in the man's body.
Indulgence.
That's what his mind is on now.
Not a need. A want.
"I...have to leave," he says, his voice distant. "I'll meet you at home."
Now his chest rises and falls with quick, hard-to-temper breaths. His face is splotched with a bruiselike flush of barely-oxygenated blood. Enough is in him to color his cheeks.
"Mokuba...I'll call Isono for you."
He has to go now. He does. He'll deal with this in his home. And he's taking the scenic route to do so, to calm his ass down.
Though good to his word, once Yuugi's discharged, they'll find Isono downstairs and ready to drive them to the Kaiba manor. He looks a little ruffled, but he'll be alright.
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His jaw starts to ache.
No.
He's not hungry. In fact, he's never felt so satisfied since he'd become a vampire, and yet...he's reacting out of instinct. And as for Yuugi, he's reacting in a way that makes it worse. If Kaiba was inclined to worry, he wouldn't say he was worrying about Yuugi himself, but of where this was happening.
Yuugi's blood thrums as if it's surging through a channel far too narrow. A quick glance at the monitors show what Kaiba can hear and feel with his senses, moments before Yuugi pulls the sensor off.
He remembers the office. He remembers...taking Yuugi's blood there. He remembers the taste, and it makes him swallow hard now, even though he wasn't thirsty. He's never felt so simultaneously enticed and interested, while knowing he doesn't need what's bubbling up in the man's body.
Indulgence.
That's what his mind is on now.
Not a need. A want.
"I...have to leave," he says, his voice distant. "I'll meet you at home."
Now his chest rises and falls with quick, hard-to-temper breaths. His face is splotched with a bruiselike flush of barely-oxygenated blood. Enough is in him to color his cheeks.
"Mokuba...I'll call Isono for you."
He has to go now. He does. He'll deal with this in his home. And he's taking the scenic route to do so, to calm his ass down.
Though good to his word, once Yuugi's discharged, they'll find Isono downstairs and ready to drive them to the Kaiba manor. He looks a little ruffled, but he'll be alright.