kittensinboxes | To Be Endlessly Cold Within [Rivalshipping, Vampire AU]

To Be Endlessly Cold Within [Rivalshipping, Vampire AU]

It had taken some time to get used to living a new life as a vampire. For someone who actively decried the supernatural, it wasn't easy to admit that he'd been overcome by some creature of the night in anything outside of a nightmare.

But he had ended up like this nearly half a year ago, waking up hospitalized with what looked like some kind of lesions at the joint of his neck and shoulder. From that point, it was only a matter of time before he shifted to his new reality. Trying to suppress it out of sheer force of will had only worked out so long, and deflecting his thirst onto a natural human cause had nearly ended in him attacking his brother. That was the last straw.

That was when Seto Kaiba gave in and took the first drink.

He had to, of course, curate his inner circle slightly--tell the ones most important to him what exactly his new life would entail. Mokuba...well, while he hadn't fully intuited it, had been concerned about his brother ever since the hospital stay. How could he not be? Seto had gradually lost color, energy, and most concerningly, weight since he'd been discharged. He barely ate and looked discomforted when he did, and drank liquids constantly. Honestly, figuring out Seto's needs had been jarring, but ultimately relieving.

Isono was the only other person who knew. He was the one responsible for acquiring blood for his boss, and he did so admirably. Kaiba never fed from the vein, no matter what. Even when his jaw ached around others, and his fangs itched in his skull, he'd instead bite down on something else. He kept a solid rubber ball in his desk for such occasions, and it didn't feel right, but at least with his bagged alternatives, he was doing alright.

Isono and Mokuba had floated the idea to him of perhaps feeding on small animals, and while the thought of it had made his fangs stretch past his lower lip and made his stomach twist as if he'd been starving for all his life...he declined. He didn't need it. There were other things to attend to.

And so he never really regained his weight despite a regular diet of blood.

But at least the company was running smoothly. Seto fought the urge to take a fully nocturnal sleep schedule, and instead positioned himself between worlds. He'd come into work around midnight, well before the sun rose, and leave once it had set. Work meetings were scheduled past dusk. Probably the most expensive alteration needed was to slowly have his office windows altered with UV blocking, the tinting of which could be controlled automatically with a single remote. He mostly kept the tinting at a lower level, so he could still enjoy the sun's brightness without harming himself.

His acclimations weren't perfect. Sometimes he ended up burning himself. Sometimes, the hunger was triggered by proximity to his employees...but for the most part, Kaiba had fallen into a holding pattern. Not yet fully healthy by vampire standards, but also not withering away.

Today, Kaiba was to be participating briefly in orientation for a very small handful of new hires. Isono would bring them up, to show them who they would be working for and have Kaiba offer a few words as he often did while he judged the merit of the hires individually. He always thought it unnecessary, but what he thought, and what was actually done? Those were two different things.

The first two hires went through their orientation interview without incident. Kaiba wasn't terribly impressed, but they'd do as entry to mid-level workers. Nothing really extraordinary to be brought to the the table.

He taps the logo on his lapel.

"Isono. Bring in the last candidate, and then prepare lunch," he ordered.

"Yes, Master Seto!"

The third candidate...they better be worth something.

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No. Stop. Stop. Kaiba can see the rush of color at Yuugi's cheeks, and he knows his own face is flushing, not out of any kind of want, but out of sheer embarrassment. Ridiculous. Ridiculous!

This is a biological imperative, he won't let it rule him! He definitely didn't dig his nails into the back of the chair he got, and whatever material it was, definitely did not have new scratches on it. No. Not at all.

"Set up the game," he grumbles, turning on his heel and stalking off like an aggravated beast towards the bathroom. Good thing that jacking off involved a very specific motion, because he wanted to strangle his cock and at least he could pretend that's what he was doing!

Yuugi would be able to hear the bathroom door slam hard enough to rattle the frame. Someone's not proud of himself!

And then...silence.

Yeah, what? Did Yuugi expect that as soon as Kaiba got hands on himself, he was going to become anything other than an exceedingly private person? Absolutely not. He was definitely already bringing himself to a full erection by his own hands, but he refuses to moan about it, thanks.

...Well.

Okay.

Yuugi set up the table before propping himself up away from it in a burst of energy only capable by a horny man who didn't want to get cum on the game pieces, because he knew this was going to be a big one.

He freed himself and wrapped his hand along the shaft, and--

"Ah...!!"

Uh.

That was a loud, airy sigh, followed by a moan. Kaiba didn't hear that, right?

Right?

Seto Kaiba is a vampire.

Seto Kaiba is an apex predator with heightened senses.

He can hear you, Yuugi Mutou.

Here he was, in the middle of working himself past what's an incredibly annoying hurdle in his life, so he can actually play a game that doesn't have anything to do with his shitty life, his shitty work, or the shitty bastard he's going to have to see later today, and now, Yuugi was practically moaning in his ear about it.

The only thing Kaiba can do is bite his free arm to try and get his mind off of it and not make an answering sound as he thumbs the head of his cock while sitting in the bathroom, pajama pants to his ankles in an unfamiliar house.

This is the worst...this is punishment, isn't it? For the cardinal sin of almost killing a man, when he'd sworn off such cutthroat actions years ago.

That's why whenever he hears Yuugi making sounds out there, he feels a shot of fire in his abdomen, swirling around like a flaming salamander inside him and making his arousal worse than ever.

Blood trickles down his arm as he bites harder. Focus. Focus!

(don't think about how nice it would feel if it was yuugi he was biting instead of himself)

"Nnmgh"

A small, muffled sound. A sound only he can hear, but which feels like giving in, and frustrates him further. He takes it out on his cock, working up and down himself more fervently than ever.

Yuugi's pace, by comparison, was languid and relaxed, as though he was pampering himself with his touches.

He liked it like this: slow, gentle, intimate. He could imagine it was someone else caressing the head of his cock, whispering sweet things in his ears as he writhed and mewed on the bed.

"Nnn...yes... just like that..."

"Fuck...i-in your mouth, baby..."

"Hahhn, yes...Yes..."

In his mind, Kaiba was there.

His hazy blue eyes stared into Yuugi's soul as his tongue caressed every inch of him, flicking his tongue just the way he likes to do with his thumb, sharp canines brushing his sides--

"I want...oh...nnnnn...!!"

"Ghh!"

Why is it that Yuugi thinks he can be so lewd with company over? Why is it making Kaiba react like this, he's never had these kinds of reactions before! Then again, to be fair, he's never shared space with anyone while doing this, much less someone so loud.

So lewd, more like.

He has to stay quiet. He has to keep control of himself, even when Yuugi's behavior already has his dick wet. No, it's fine, it helps, it's going to make this go faster. Faster...!!

Fuck...i-in your mouth, baby...

That's his last straw right there. In the time it takes Yuugi to keep being an absolute sex hound, he dislodges his own fangs from his arm, blood dripping from the wounds, and he shouts out:

"DO YOU MIND KEEPING IT DOWN OUT THERE?! FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

They both have needs, but this is absolutely ridiculous!

The embarrassed squeak was practically ripped out of Yuugi's throat as he gripped his dick just a little too hard.

Was he that loud?

Kaiba could hear him?

Hey, uh. Maybe he should have killed him while he had the chance. At least he wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment.

... really, erection? He was still...

G e e z.

So uh.

Flopping on his stomach and letting out muffled moans as he jerked himself again was...

Better, right?

Better. Not perfect, but better. Kaiba can, at least, concentrate enough to deal with his problem. He doesn't hear much from Yuugi after that squeak, which is fine with him. None of the other stuff was anything he wanted to hear!

Not...not at a time like this. Now the sanctity of games had been disturbed!

Some minutes later, definitely once Yuugi's finished as well, he exits the bathroom with a damp washcloth. He can't hide the flush on his face as he holds the cloth out to him.

"Here. For your...needs."

He isn't apologizing for what he said. But he'd rather Yuugi didn't have to wash his dice and such more than usual because he'd gotten handsy in bed.

Yuugi was face-down on the bed, pants on and accounted for. His dick is put away, too.

With his clean hand, he gives a thumbs up and opens it up, as if to say: hand it to me.

Yeeeeaaaaah, he was not going to raise his head just yet.

He was too embarrassed.

Ashamed?

Embarrassed.

"Sorry," he mumbled instead, muffled by the sheets.

"Don't be a coward about it," Kaiba says, dropping the washcloth into his outstretched hand. "For the record, however, I have heightened senses. I could hear you as if you were very close.

I suppose it is my fault for not telling you before I left, but I didn't expect you to...attend to yourself as I was. I assumed that..."

What did he assume? That Yuugi wasn't going to be as straightforward about dealing with an inconvenience such as a random erection?

"...it's my mistake. To assume. It won't happen again. But if you stay that way, then there's no chance we'll be able to play a game."

There's something to his tone there. Something that betrays that he does in fact want to play.

"Not bein' a coward," he muttered into the sheets. "It's natural to feel a bit embarrassed, isn't it?"

Mortified, more like.

Still, he took the washcloth, cleaned himself, and flipped over on his back to slowly sit up.

"But... thank you. I'll keep that in mind too for uh. I'll just keep it in mind."

He smiled, warm and inviting as he sat cross-legged on the bed.

"All right. Let's play, then."

"Hn. I would probably be embarrassed too. But lingering on the matter won't help alleviate it. Take control of it, and alter your moves later!"

...It's a very Seto Kaiba thing to say. But at least he's not picking on Yuugi, right? He's trying to smooth it over, in his own overbearing, loud way.

Once that's cleared up (enough for him anyway), he takes a seat in the chair he'd pulled up, and takes the Gandora cup, along with half of the dice.

"You're familiar with the rules, I assume. Do you prefer aces wild?"

Probably?

Mister "I can't perceive anyone else masturbating other than me because it makes it weird" would probably be embarrassed if someone called him out for masturbating?

Still, the attempt to smooth it over worked. It even got a little smile out of him.

"Yeah! To both, I mean."

He took the other half of the dice and his beloved Kuriboh cup in hand.

"Good. That makes it more interesting."

Kaiba scoops the dice up into the Gandora cup and gives them a brief shake, before tipping the cup onto the table, catching around his dice in order to conceal them.

Now that they're playing a game, the awkwardness starts to fall away. This...this is his element. He's wanted this since they talked about it--no. For even longer than that. Sometimes...you just want to do something that doesn't require working, or dealing with the fact that you're a vampire.

Sometimes, you just have to roll some dice and try to outsmart the new guy you just drank like a capri sun.

A quick look under his cup, and then:

"Two threes."

Games taught you so much about the person you were speaking to. A person revealed themselves through how they played games; what would Yuugi learn about Kaiba tonight?

Beyond the obvious.

Beyond the things that his vampirism and their close proximity already taught him.

Excitement bubbled in his stomach and he rolled his dice with a soft grin.

He peeked under his cup.

"Four threes."

Games did teach you a lot about who you're playing with, and Liar's Dice is a game of bluffs. It's a perfect way for at least Kaiba to get a read on Yuugi. And...his first read isn't exactly the best.

There's twelve dice between them, and Kaiba is the only one who knows what his bid really means. True? False?

Well...one thing's for certain. The appraisal is very nearly as dire as the first time he'd met Yuugi, and he can't stop himself from scoffing.

"Four? That's bold, isn't it? Perhaps too bold for your first turn, Mutou."

Is he really...?

"I don't believe it. Show your hand."

Show him yours, and he'll show you his.

"Yeah, probably."

He wasn't too bothered by it; sometimes incredulous plays early in the game and minor setbacks can improve a player's position later. Yuugi was used to being on the back foot...

And he showed his hand:

6 2 1 1 2 4

No threes to speak of. Unless you counted the two ones as sixes, with each three counted twice.

"Well, well. So it wasn't entirely terrible," he admits, before revealing his own set.

Two sixes, two fours, one five....and a singular three.

"You're too trusting. Your play was predicated on the idea that my bid was honest, wasn't it? If it had been, then I would have lost. That's not the kind of game you want to play with me, Mutou. Not if you want to win."

Even explaining it, he looks more lively than he usually does. There's an honesty that, while it hadn't been conveyed in his dice, was certainly conveyed in his enjoyment of the game.

"Perhaps you'd like to try again?"

Too trusting...yeah, he got that a lot. It was partially why he was a bully magnet in high school, and was often the guy who did others' homework or the majority of the work on projects in college.

He managed to find his spine in his junior year at Uni, and even then...

He still trusted. Saw the best in others.

Still...

"Heh. Guilty as charged. I'll have to step it up next time."

But seeing Kaiba like this was exhilarating; it was like playing with his grandfather again. A kindred spirit that loved games just as much as he did...

Why did Yuugi's stomach flutter?

His eyes almost glowed in the dim light of the room, and his excitement came off him in waves.

"Let's go again."

Let's go again.

Those might have been the sweetest, most tempting words that Seto Kaiba has heard in his entire life, and Yuugi probably doesn't even realize why. This man, who had thrown his turn like an amateur without a poker face, was telling him he wanted to play again.

And Kaiba, who had been starved for such competition...can only think of obliging it. Sure, he'd offered, but to have the man meet him halfway, to engage him in combat with so little fear, was thrilling.

He scoops up the dice, and that smirk, the one he wore when he was enjoying something, overconfident in himself, or both...it spurs him on. He shakes the cup, a little longer this time, then inverts it on the tea table again.

"You can take the first turn this time."

"Okay."

Giddy.

Gods, how long had it been since he'd felt giddy while playing a game? He'd always had fun when playing with others, but even that joke of a bluff would have bowled over Jonouchi. Nobody called him out like this, dug their fingernails under his skin and yanked in such an exhilarating way.

That, with Kaiba's enthusiasm...

Gods.

Yuugi rolled his dice with hasty fingers, nearly dropping the cup in his own excitement before taking a breath and trying again.

He rolled.

Set the cup down.

Peeked under it.

"Three threes."

No hesitation.

"Mmheh heh heh. You like threes, don't you?" Kaiba says, and the scoff is not so scathing this time. It's about the game they're playing, about trading blows.

He has a look at his own dice, but conveys nothing. Sharp blue flicks up to stare into violet.

"Four threes."

A raise, bait at the end of a lure to tempt Yuugi into making a choice. Kaiba had lied the first round, would he lie again? After all, if Yuugi was being honest, then there was a fair enough chance that he himself had rolled at least one three. Twelve dice altogether...

The corner of his mouth tracks up ever higher. What'll it be, Yuugi?

Yuugi raised an eyebrow.

He had a choice: He could call Kaiba on his bluff, or he could aim higher. On one hand, aiming higher, especially with the same face, would probably be expected. Of course he'd think he was lying.

Playing it safe and assuming he was lying...

Which to choose?

"Really."

He didn't make a move, though. Was he trying to bait Kaiba into reacting?

"Of course. If you don't believe me, then you're welcome to tell me so."

There's danger there as well, because of course the first player is the one that sets the stakes here. Yuugi might not realize, but he's in control of the board, whereas Kaiba was the one who had to prove his fidelity by making a reasonable bid--which he had--and coming across as believable.

Or...coming across like he is now, and trying to make Yuugi react in turn.

Baiting the line...something about it reawakens his vampire instincts, and his fangs, which already have length to them any given day

(he's just very good at hiding it)

seem to dip down lower, adding to that toothy grin of his.

"If you're worried about the threes, then change the face instead. See, I'm even helping you. Giving you options, isn't that more than fair?"

Yuugi doesn't react so much as he just smiles.

He rests his elbows on his knees, tilting his head just so in an almost coquettish way, even as his eyes sparkle and his cheeks light up with mirth.

This is fun.

No, this isn't just fun: this is the most fun he's had in a long time, and the game had only just begun.

(And those teeth. Those teeth bit him, but here they are, and his grin is infectious. Attractive. Gorgeous. Gods, he could look at him like that forever and he'd thank him--)

"Okay." His smile doesn't change, but there's something in his eyes. Something almost calculating that flickers for just a moment.

"Four sixes."

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For a moment, so quick it could be missed, Kaiba's smile seems to fade, and his eyes shift from Yuugi's to glance at the cups.

That's...well, that's a bid that puts him in a potentially disadvantageous position, based on what he's hiding. But then again, if Yuugi was bidding four sixes, it's likely he has at least some of those on the table, right? Perhaps two...?

Perhaps less. If less, then...

"Six sixes."

He sets a hand on the tea table, drumming his clawed fingertips on the surface with a delicate set of click sounds. They're not terribly long, but the sound is almost musical as the lightly pointed tips rap against the table.

"Well?"

The amount of blood in his system still allows Kaiba to flush with excitement, even if he had no true heartbeat. He was showing some excitement to the game, awkward that it was.

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