Awkward
"I want to meet him if he's going to be bearing heirs for you. It's my right as the lord of the territory next to yours," Pegasus stated, scowling. "You met Cecelia."
"The difference between Cecelia and
my lover are that Cecelia was a human that you turned and Joey is a werewolf." Seto glared at him, then sat back in his seat, resting his elbows on the armrests of his chair and placing his chin on his laced fingers. "Vampires and werewolves are natural enemies, and I'd hate for him to offend someone and then get in a fight. I'd
especially hate if he got in a fight with a vampire and was seriously injured or killed. In fact, I'd hate it so much, I might just go on a slaughtering spree. Then again, more territory for me."
The older vampire did not look impressed. "I want to meet him."
Sighing when he found that his scare-tactic had not worked, Seto stood from his desk. "Alright. He should be in the living room picking fabrics for his nest."
Pegasus paused. "…His… nest?"
"Yes. Werewolves capable of pregnancy—males and females—go through a nesting stage. It's their adaption to today's customs; instead of making dens, they empty out a closet and make a nest, usually out of old clothes. Thank every deity
imaginable that I convinced him to use bolts of cloth instead of old clothes. That would be terribly unsanitary." The brunet grumbled about traditionalist pains in the ass as he led the other vampire lord the last stretch to the living room.
Mokuba, on his way out, smiled at them brightly. "Hi Seto! Joey's torn between flannel and silk right now. I know you've tried to remove yourself from the whole 'nesting' process as much as possible, but he's stressing out over whether or not you'll approve of his decisions, so maybe you could try and help him a little."
"Mmph. I know nothing
about nesting." Seto let out a disgruntled growl, then frowned as he watched his brother walk toward the front door. "Where are you going?"
The younger boy's smile grew. "The Werewolf demanded his Royal Strawberry Soda, and I shall fetch it for him because he will soon be having puppies that will be my nieces or nephews."
"…I thought he wasn't pregnant yet," Pegasus mumbled, scowling. "He's already pregnant?"
"No. We're still in the planning stages because I'm a control freak like that," Seto replied.
Mokuba rolled his eyes and began out again. "Control freak? More like 'dictator.'"
The brunet narrowed his eyes at him and grumbled "…He is so grounded." Then, however, he moved over to the entrance of the living room, motioning for the other lord to follow him.
The two vampires were stunned, however, when they peered into the living room and only received an eyeful of denim-clad ass wiggling at them.
Joey bent his face closer to the bolt of cloth spread out across the floor and gave a deep sniff. Deciding that the green fabric smelled okay, he lifted the corner and began gnawing on it, tugging it firmly, then let the damp fabric fall from his mouth and looked at it. After a few moments of examination, he carefully rolled the bolt of fabric back up and set it aside.
He gasped quietly as he heard someone clear his throat and turned, ears flying up straight in startlement. However, when he saw who it was, he smiled. "Seto! I've almost decided on the fabrics I wanna use!"
"…What are you doing?" Seto asked bluntly, frowning, and motioned at his prone position.
Joey frowned. "Scents are heavier than air, so I gotta get real close to the ground, especially when the fabric's rolled out. Why?" He took a mount to examine himself, then blushed and turned a glare on him. "Oh, I'm so
sorry if this is an undignified position! It's not
my fault that vampires are so patronizin' and shit!" He huffed and flipped his hair out of his eyes, then stuck his nose up in the air. "Oh, this cotton was harvested in the month of June! It really was much too early for harvest then; it makes the bouquet bitter!
"And this thread-count—barbaric! There should be at least a thread-count of eight hundred if the taste is going to be
any good—What decent werewolf wants a one-hundred thread-count of Egyptian cotton?" He glared at the vampires and snorted in disgust. "Ain't gonna happen, honeybuns! Werewolves aren't snooty like
you!"
Seto blinked in surprise, then smiled a little and stepped further into the living room. "I would never ask you to be anything but yourself, Joey. But now that we're on that subject, I see that you've picked mostly flannels and silks."
At that, the werewolf's ears wilted anxiously, and he lifted his hand to tug on his hair. "Y-yes. If that's okay with you, I mean."
"Hmm." The brunet lowered himself into a sitting position gracefully and pulled one of the bolts onto his lap. "Whatever you think is best. Why flannels and silks, though? They have little if nothing in common."
"Oh! U-um, well, you see, flannel is really good at keepin' ya warm, which is what the pups are gonna need, and while it's soft, silk is smooth and feels good, so I figured they might like… that…" Joey blushed. "…But I can always keep lookin', if that's what ya want—"
"Silk and flannel is fine. It just strikes me that silk doesn't really insulate well. Perhaps a small lining of silk compared to the flannel?" The brunet smiled when his lover beamed at him at his suggestion. "But I really came here to introduce you to Pegasus; he's the lord of the territory west of us."
"Oh." Joey turned to blink at the man still staring at him in shock, then blushed a little and sat up straighter, biting his bottom lip as he remembered just how indecent his position may have seemed to anyone that
wasn't a werewolf. "Oh. Um. Pleased t' meet ya." He ducked his head in embarrassment. "I didn't mean t' seem rude or anything."
"Oh, puppy, no one expects any subtlety from werewolves. Besides, I always like seeing you wiggle your butt." Seto smiled and ruffled the blond's hair.
Pegasus tilted his head and eyed the two for a few moments, then nodded shortly. "I see. Having children will not make you a threat to me." He smiled a little. "I quite like your chosen mate, Kaiba-boy. He's not too bright, but he's feisty."
"Did you just call me stupid? I'm gonna kill ya!" Joey roared, beginning to get to his feet, before he was tugged into his mate's lap. "Eek!"
Seto raised his gaze to the other vampire and smirked. "Best to escape while he's confused and flustered."
"Indeed," the older vampire agreed, then abruptly disappeared.
The blond whined. "Seto! Ya let him call me stupid and get away with it!"
"That's because I didn't want there to be a possibility of you getting hurt. You're going to go into heat soon, and I don't want you injured." Seto stroked his cheek gently before sliding his hand around to brush his hair away from his face and neck, eyes immediately locking on the pulse in his lover's neck. "I'm hungry."
Joey let his eyes drift shut and shivered as he tilted his head back. "Here…" He moaned quietly when the brunet kissed his pulse roughly, sucking and pulling, before his sharp eyeteeth gently brushed against his skin.
The werewolf screeched as the fangs pierced his flesh, back arching with pleasure as the brunet shoved him down onto his back. He squirmed a moment, whimpering quietly, then fell still, chest heaving as he felt the vampire slowly draining his blood little by little. "Huhn…! Nn! Se'o!" He mewed as he was roughly fondled through his pants and arched his hips up. "Seto!"
Seto licked at the wound he'd made for a moment, then leaned back and smiled, rubbing the bulge in his pants lightly. "Oh, puppy, you have no idea how sexy you are."
"Uhn! Hn!" He gasped quietly before letting out a long howl as he shuddered with pleasure, reaching his climax with a few more gentle squeezes. "S'to!"
The brunet purred and licked his lips as they twisted into a lewd grin. "Hmm, I love how sensitive you are." He pawed at the werewolf's crotch and growled suggestively. "Shall I defile you further, little werewolf?"
Joey cooed and arched into his hand. "Oh, please, Mr. Vampire! Don't do naughty things t' me!"
"…But I want to," Seto stated after a moment, looking baffled. Joey had never asked him not to touch him before.
"…Then catch me," the blond ordered, before shoving him away and scampering out of the room at a speed much higher than a regular human's.
Stunned, the vampire could only blink, until he heard a playful giggle just outside the room. "…Well that just makes me want to defile you more, little puppy."
He'd forgotten that werewolves were playful creatures in general; he'd also forgotten that this playfulness grew just before the werewolves went into heat, teasing their mates to the point where they would be willing to rut for hours, making the probability for pups grow. Well, Joey didn't necessarily need to worry about that, but…
…It might be fun to humor him, allow him to see that just because he'd mated with a vampire didn't mean he was doomed to a boring life, like he'd probably been worried about when he chose to mate with him anyway.
Standing slowly, the brunet growled and began toward the doorway. "I think I'll lick you when I catch you. I like watching you squeal and squirm, completely at my mercy."
"Mwee!"
Seto smirked as he heard the blond squeal and scamper away and swung around the doorframe just in time to see the werewolf's fluffy tail disappear around the corner. "Perhaps I'll use some of the silk you've been looking at to hogtie you, then have my wicked way with you. Perhaps I'll even keep you tied up after I'm finished so that I can take some pictures of you, panting, sweaty, and covered in—"
"Nyu!"
"…Or I
could get out the collar and leash—"
"Ack!"
The brunet smirked as he heard a thud. Mentioning the collar and leash always made the werewolf flustered enough to trip over himself and fall down. Sauntering over to the staircase, he hummed and crossed his arms. "Well, well, well. What have I got here?"
Joey glared up at him petulantly. "You cheated. Ya know I trip over myself."
"I don't know why the collar and leash fluster you so much that you fall over," Seto replied, then grinned in a decidedly unsettling manner. "I believe I've caught you, love."
"…Thanks for the soda, Mokuba!"
The brunet turned abruptly, expecting to find his brother staring at him in horror. When he did not, and instead heard the slap of bare feet on the stairs, he chuckled. "Touché, puppy." Turning to look up the stairs, he had to smile when he saw the cheeky grin flashed his direction before the werewolf scurried away. "Well, you're going to make this a good chase, aren't you?"
"My ass is worth chasin', ain't it?" Joey wiggled his hips in a way that almost had Seto using his powers to capture him, but that wouldn't have been fair, and in the end, his lover would just be disappointed.
He did not like disappointed puppies. And the chase would most certainly be worth it, if he knew his lover as well as he believed he did.
