That was Seto Kaiba kissing Yuugi Mutou on the lips. That was not just being kissed, but it was an inelegant, awkward, bruising kiss that was just as powerful as the man that was standing in front of him.
The man who just bit his wrist and was trying to suck his blood down as it practically squirted into his mouth like a juicy orange.
What the fuck?
What the actual fuck was going on?
"What's going on with my body...?" He whispered, entirely to himself.
High RBC. More blood than usual, and now he was...
"Feel...f-full..."
...What was that? He said that at one point, didn't he? But when? Why? Was it...did it have to do with this?
The headache faded, and his cheeks began lighten...
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That was Seto Kaiba kissing Yuugi Mutou on the lips. That was not just being kissed, but it was an inelegant, awkward, bruising kiss that was just as powerful as the man that was standing in front of him.
The man who just bit his wrist and was trying to suck his blood down as it practically squirted into his mouth like a juicy orange.
What the fuck?
What the actual fuck was going on?
"What's going on with my body...?" He whispered, entirely to himself.
High RBC. More blood than usual, and now he was...
"Feel...f-full..."
...What was that? He said that at one point, didn't he? But when? Why? Was it...did it have to do with this?
The headache faded, and his cheeks began lighten...
And dripped out of his nose and onto his shirt.
(At least it didn't get on the furniture?)