Kaiba's eyes had long since rolled shut by the time Yuugi articulated the words he'd been thinking, that he needs to stop fucking bleeding. If he wasn't so out of it, focused on being a vampire even though he's damn well tired of being a vampire, he might have had the errant thought that this Yuugi was way better than the deferential new face that constantly hung around his brother.

But all he can think about is the blood, the flow, and the beat of Yuugi's heart in his own breast, the ache in his temples as he drank, and drank, and...finally...he pulled away, and you know, that cut's not gonna heal fast. Not enough vampire spit on it, but Kaiba just drops back onto the couch, blood staining his lips and teeth. He's definitely not in any position to do much about it.

This is the vampire equivalent of overeating, isn't it? The euphoria's not enough to cover the ache in his body as it tries to process all of...all of that. All of Yuugi Mutou, apparently.

Or most of him, at least?

That was only most of him?

"Ghhh."

He's just gonna lay on the couch, thanks. Fuck you, Yuugi. He won.