The Vampire Lord

A/N: I wasn't very happy with this chapter, but tell me what you think! ^_^

Warnings: NCS, rape, bondage, vampire sex XD

Chapter 2: Blood Lust


"A vampire."

The words seemed to fly over Jono's head. He'd heard right, he was certain, but he was

finding it hard to believe the words. It wasn't like Seto to play jokes, ever, so why would

he be telling him this unless he was telling the truth?

"A v-vampire?" The bewildered teen finally stuttered, his throat still aching, and suddenly

very dry. Seto's blue eyes closed for an instant and the blond thought he saw a faint smile

cross the vampire's pale lips.

"You never did listen well, did you, Jou?" And now the CEO "“did- smirk. "Yes, I said a

vampire!" He shouted, becoming angry. Jonouske frowned, adopting a wonderfully lost look on

his pretty face. "A fucking blood sucking creature of the night!"

"How? When!" Jono found his voice, raw as it was. His chocolate brown eyes were clouded

with tears. "Why didn't. . .Jesus, why didn't you call me, Seto?"

"Call you?" The blue eyed boy said acidly, "And say what, Jou? "˜Hi it's me. Guess what, I

was bitten by a vampire! Love you, be home tomorrow.'?!" He threw his hands up and turned

from his lover, a hiss escaping him.

"S-Seto. . ." Jono thought for a moment, hearing past the rant. Did Seto really just say

"˜Love you'? He decided to ask. "Did you just. . ."

"What the hell does it matter now, Katsuya?! You have to leave. . .NOW." There was an air

of authority to Seto's voice that was thicker than even his usual haughty tone, and the

blond found it very hard to resist. But didn't the kicked puppy always come back to lay at

his master's feet? The teen shook his head.

"I'm not going anywhere." He stated, fully prepared to be struck as the taller boy spun

around to face him. But Seto stopped, his hand posed in mid-strike, and Jono opened his

eyes slowly.

"Please. . ." The Master of Blue Eyes said quietly, lowering his hand and backing a few

steps away. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You wouldn't hurt me, Seto, I know you wouldn't." The stubborn teen pleaded.

"Don't be so sure, you stupid stubborn pup! Three nights ago I killed a boy! I'd never even

seen him before in my life and I killed him!" Jono recoiled at that, chocolate eyes

widening. He suddenly remembered the papers. . . "And the night before last, I killed a
ard ard that got too close. I can't help it Jono. . .I'm so hungry. . ." The pale teen licked

his lips, his arms wrapping around himself as he closed his eyes. "It hurts so badly. . .

I'm so thirsty. I, I even, I even tried to bite Mokuba!" He hissed through his teeth, the

pain of the statement obvious. The blond remembered hearing the younger Kaiba brother's

voice over the phone, telling him heatedly that Seto was sick, and that he absolutely could

not see him yet. It was amazing how strong that kid was. . .

"It's alright, Seto. . . I don't care what happens to me, just please don't shut me out."

Jou said, stepping forward again.
"I'm a fuck up, Katsuya. I always manage to fuck everything up. That's one thing my dear

step-father was always right about, that I'll never be good enough to amount"”"

"Stop it!" Jono became angry hearing his lover say this. How many times had he heard that

kind of shit from his own father, and how many times had be believed it? He was a

good-for-nothing mistake, he was a worthless human being, and he was a loser, a fuck up! It

was Yugi that had taught him that he really "“was- someone. He was a friend, and he had a

purpose.

"I deserve this, maybe. For hurting everyone. For hurting Mokuba, and Yugi, and you"”"

"You haven't hurt me, Seto." Jono stated. It was amazing really, his lover had just been

turned into a creature of the night, and here they were discussing self worth? He received

a smirk, and before he could react, ice cold finger tips brushed his neck, discovering

bruises there and causing a wince.

"Oh, but I have. I've hurt you so many times over, Jou, that you just don't recognize it

anymore. I've hit you, I've called you names, blackmailed you, lied to you, used you, and

now I've almost killed you." He said in a quietly dangerous voice that made Jono begin to

tremble inside.

"I'm still here. I"”"

"Don't. . .say it. Don't ever say that to me, or I "“will- kill you." Icy eyes narrowed, and

the cold hand closed threateningly around the blond's sore throat.

"What are you going to do, Seto? Break my neck, drink my blood. . . will any of that help

you? Will it make you feel any better?! Let me "“help- you. . .I'll do anything. . .please."

Salty tears finally spilled over, slipping down Jono's soft cheeks in two silvery rivers.

The hand left his neck, and he was almost sorry for it.

"No one can help me now, Jono. . . we've searched everywhere for any scrap of information

of a cure, and there is none."

"We. . .?" Jono dared to ask.

"Mokuba and I, who else can I trust? I never wanted you to know! I don't know how I thought

I could keep it from you, you nosey bastard, but I never intended for you to know. Leave

before I do something I'll regret."

"Then you'd regret killing me?" The blond said in his ever-stubborn voice. He was answered

with a smack that felled him to the floor with a heavy thud. He looked up through his blond

bangs, a defiant glare crossing his face. He sat up, wiping the blood from the corner of

his mouth. "Hit me again, Master, and see what you feel." He said in a sickeningly sweet

voice. Outrage crossed the vampire's face, and he grabbed a handful of soft blond hair,

jerking the smaller teen to his feet, his fanged mouth less then an inch from Jono's face.

"What do you think, Katsuya, that I want a human pet? That I want a slave at my feet, ripe

and ready for my fangs or dick at any given moment?" He hissed poisonously, his lips

curling into a wicked smile.

"If. . .that's. . .what you. . .need. . ." The blond whined, fear coking him and pain

clouding his mind.

"Why?!" The blue eyed vampire shouted, careless of the volume that made Jono's ears ring.

But he knew the answer. Even as his lover opened his mouth to say the words he didn't to

hear, the blow fell. He drug the half-conscious boy over to the bed and shoved him onto it

roughly. He'd make Jonouske hate him no matter what.

Seto rid himself of his clothes in a matter of seconds, taking to Jono's with an

impassioned fury driven by what he was not sure. His long nails carelessly scraped his

lover's soft flesh, drawing beads of blood from red welts. Unable to resist, the vampire

leant down to lick at them as his hands worked on Jono's pants, evicting a groan from the

smaller boy. In the end he ripped them, then sent them flying across the room to nock over

the only lamp in the room, sending them into darkness again.

Jono's awareness slowly cleared, and he felt the tongue on his chest, icy and wet, making

him groan at the pleasure, as well at the strangeness of it. He heard his pants rip, and

then there was a crash. When he opened his eyes, the only light was coming from the large

bay window, but as it was still storming outside, that was not much. Seto's pale skin

nearly glowed as he bent over him, untying the blond's make-shift bandage. He felt his

wrists drawn above his head, where they were tied tightly, and then he cried out as he felt

the cold lips sucking greedily at his wound. The cold eyed vampire seemed satisfied with

that and moved on with what he was doing. What "“was- he doing?! Jono realized he was naked

now, the chill of the room and the anticipation and fear making him shiver.

"S-Seto. . ." He pulled at his hands but the shirt did not give. He jerked harder and

received a painful slap to his right thigh. "Agh! Seto. . what are you doing?!" He

demanded, his voice trembling and he hated himself for it. His legs were shoved roughly

apart and he felt his lover's cold lips cover his own, sealing his pleas. He cried out into

the other boy's mouth when he felt the sharp teeth cut into his bottom lip. He knew Seto

was drinking his blood, and some part of him felt good for it. Hadn't he said he'd do

anything? Seto "“needed- his blood. His body jumped in surprise as he felt Seto's gloriously

bare skin against his own, heat spreading across his cheeks as he finally realized what the

vampire meant to do.

Kaiba's nails raked down his lover's narrow sides, though his mouth caught any protests the

boy offered from it. Realization must have finally dawned on him, because he began to

squirm against the older boy's chilly flesh, only making his determination stronger. Gods

he'd wanted to do this for so long! Jono had insinuated on multiple occasions that he

wanted this, but as the boy struggled now it was apparent that he wasn't ready after all.

Good. There was blood, plenty of it from numerous scratches all over the teen's lithe body

now. The sight of it, the smell, the taste of it made Seto unbearably hard. He slipped his

fingers down, sliding one of them into Jono's dry entrance as he broke the kiss.

His lover hissed at the foreign feeling, and then whimpered as another jerk at the binds at

his wrist helped nothing. This time Kaiba was going all the way, and it was nothing like he

had imagined it a million times before. It was the mockery of rape, a forced union with no

good emotion involved, and pleasure for only one side. Though Seto seemed to be struggling

with the act of hurting him, he was obviously enjoying this as well. Was that what this

vampire thing had done to him? Blood from a cut on his thigh leaked down, slightly

lubricating the second finger as it slipped past any natural resistance his body was

offering up. But blood was a crappy lubricant, and it hurt. . .a lot.

But two was all he got. Seto moved up, shoving himself into the tight and poorly lubricated

entrance, enticing a loud scream from the body beneath him. But the screams only made Seto

more determined, each one more beautiful than the last, and he delighted in making his

lover cry out with each thrust he made. It was painful, it was cruel, it was animal lust.

Jono felt as if his body was being torn in two. He was bleeding from more places than he

could count, and he was losing feeling in his hands, but nothing could take his mind away

from the splitting pain of being torn down there. Seto carried on despite any pleas or

cries he made, and soon he gave up, biting his bottom lip so hard it bled. Sometime during

the act, things went black from the pain, and probably the blood loss.

When he woke up, he was staring into a pair of startling blue eyes. Angry eyes. Sitting up

quickly, he cried out and nearly fell backwards off the bed. Mokuba huffed and crossed his

arms, glaring.

"What an idiot. It's daytime, and Oniisama's asleep." He explained. "I took care of most of

your. . .cuts." He averted his eyes politely as Jono lifted the sheets to see that this was

true. Bandages covered his arms and were crisscrossed over his chest and there were some on

his thighs.
"Where. . .does he sleep?" Jono asked curiously, looking around the room. It must have been

a guest room.

"Tch. Like I'd tell you? You'd probably do something stupid like go and cuddle up to him,

and you can't do that because he'd kill you without thinking. We found that out by

accident, when a maid tried to wake him."

"Oh. . ." The blond looked down. "When. . .does he wake up?"

"Sundown usually. But you should be gone by then." He snapped.

"Mokuba. . .do you hate me?" Jonouske asked quietly, looking up to meet the blue eyes. They

reminded him of Seto's, only Mokuba's eyes were filled with constant kindness and

innocence. The turned away shyly.

"No. . .I'm sorry Jono. I've just gotten used to being all alone with Oniisama's all. I

wasn't ready to share him. That's pretty selfish, huh?" He confessed.

"Not at all." He looked back up. "If I had Seto all to myself, I wouldn't want to share him

either." They both smiled.

"He said. . .he doesn't want you here when he wakes up. You're late for school but, looking

like that, you may want to play sick today." The pre-teen observed wisely. Yugi, Anzu, and

Honda would never let him get away without ax explanation for the hundred and one bandages.

"I can't go home, Mokuba." Jou said evenly, shame in his coco brown eyes.

"I can have someone drive you if you"”"

"That's not it!" He shouted, clenching the sheets with both fists. "My. . .my dad. . ." He

was close to tears. Mokuba sat on the side of the bed, facing away from Jono.

"When I first knew my Oniisama was going out with you, I hated you Jono. . . I hated it

when I started to see changes in him, good changes. I always wanted to be the one that

changed him, you know? I guess. . .I was jealous. Sorry."

"Hey, Mokuba, I said I don't blame you. Let's just put all that aside for now, okay? We

both know, and we both want to help him so we've got to work together on this. I don't want

to take him away from you, I want to help him. Think you can work with me on that?" Jono

said, offering a hand. Mokuba smiled his sunny smile and shook it firmly.

"Deal."