Kaiba's taken aback enough that he loses grip on Yuugi's wrist, staring at him has, for the first time since they'd met, the man shows some teeth. He fights back against Kaiba, admittedly with his words, but at least he's fighting, and this isn't some silly game of bluffs, it's life.
Kaiba's eyes, which had been flickering between red and blue, finally settle on the former, although his pupils remain oddly slitlike. Yuugi coughs, and blood spills on his lips.
Blood.
Fuck, he's...he's bleeding?!
Several things catch Kaiba's attention about that. One, whatever was going on, biologically, was coming to a head, and Yuugi was wasting time arguing with him about his phrasing, when he was going to end up giving himself heart failure or an aneurysm, whichever happened first.
Two, his words trigger something in Kaiba's subconscious, a fear that he's lived with for all of his life. The fear of being controlled, of being shackled and unable to control his own fate.
And three...that he definitely found part of Yuugi's diatribe oddly intriguing.
(attractive?)
Intriguing!
But he needs to shut the hell up, right now, so Kaiba acts under instinct. Vampire instinct, and impulse to shut the idiot up.
He snatches both of Yuugi's wrists in his hands, then immediately leans in and presses a bruising kiss to his lips. It's not elegant. It's not skillful. It's a distraction, and also an excuse to lap at the blood on Yuugi's lips.
For better or worse, it's fast. He uses the moment of what he assumes will be surprise to finally pull away and bite Yuugi's wrist, piercing the vein and--
Oh. Oh fuck, oh shit--
That's so much fucking blood, Seto practically chokes on it, before starts swallowing it down, refusing to let a single drop of it spill on his very expensive furniture.
no subject
That's new.
Kaiba's taken aback enough that he loses grip on Yuugi's wrist, staring at him has, for the first time since they'd met, the man shows some teeth. He fights back against Kaiba, admittedly with his words, but at least he's fighting, and this isn't some silly game of bluffs, it's life.
Kaiba's eyes, which had been flickering between red and blue, finally settle on the former, although his pupils remain oddly slitlike. Yuugi coughs, and blood spills on his lips.
Blood.
Fuck, he's...he's bleeding?!
Several things catch Kaiba's attention about that. One, whatever was going on, biologically, was coming to a head, and Yuugi was wasting time arguing with him about his phrasing, when he was going to end up giving himself heart failure or an aneurysm, whichever happened first.
Two, his words trigger something in Kaiba's subconscious, a fear that he's lived with for all of his life. The fear of being controlled, of being shackled and unable to control his own fate.
And three...that he definitely found part of Yuugi's diatribe oddly intriguing.
(attractive?)
Intriguing!
But he needs to shut the hell up, right now, so Kaiba acts under instinct. Vampire instinct, and impulse to shut the idiot up.
He snatches both of Yuugi's wrists in his hands, then immediately leans in and presses a bruising kiss to his lips. It's not elegant. It's not skillful. It's a distraction, and also an excuse to lap at the blood on Yuugi's lips.
For better or worse, it's fast. He uses the moment of what he assumes will be surprise to finally pull away and bite Yuugi's wrist, piercing the vein and--
Oh. Oh fuck, oh shit--
That's so much fucking blood, Seto practically chokes on it, before starts swallowing it down, refusing to let a single drop of it spill on his very expensive furniture.