100 Puppies and Dragons

Author's Not: Another role reversal, anyone? :3

Mist

Seto shivered as he stepped through the thick mist shrouding the road. He felt cold, but not because of the weather. It felt like he'd just stepped into someone's territory. And that someone was dangerous.

The fog swirled around him and gripped him like fingers. He couldn't even see his hand in front of his face. Deciding that his target was, instead, following him, he stopped, eyes glowing as he snarled, "Show yourself!"

He heard a low chuckle as the fog began swirling around him more urgently, its chilly touch softening almost like a lover's caress. Then, the mist abruptly disappeared.

He glared at the blond standing before him but didn't allow himself to flinch or step back. He would not be that weak. "So you're the nymph that keeps attacking the men of this village."

The blond tilted his head, blinking innocently. "I wouldn't call it attacking." His lips twisted into a smirk that was anything but innocent. "At least, I don't call bein' chased around by the men of that village attackin'. Unless ya mean the way they maul me."

"Either way, it doesn't matter. I don't get paid if I don't kill you," Seto spat, hand glowing with the same pure white fire his eyes had in the mist. "Stay still, and maybe I'll make your death swift."

"Are ya sure there's nothin' I can do t' change your mind?" the nymph asked, pursing his lips. "I'd hate t' hafta kill ya when ya have a body that nice."

Seto remembered the way the mist had caressed him and blushed little. "You were feeling me up with your mist!"

The blond smiled and shrugged. "Guilty as charged!" He yelped as white fire was flung at him and leapt out of the way. "Gah! Jeez, ya don't hafta be such a prude!" He smirked playfully. "I think ya liked it! GAH!" He dove out of the way of another handful of fire and winced as the tree behind him took the brunt of the attack—not killing it, not even damaging too much, but enough that the dryad would be pissed at him for letting it happen.

Turning his attention back to the human, he scowled. "Listen, pal, before ya throw anymore of that stuff around, I think ya might wanna consider the consequences!" When the brunet paused, still looking angry but willing to hear him out before he burnt down the whole damn forest, he continued, "If I die, that little lake that they get all of their drinking water from dries up!"

Seto tilted his head, frowning. "Dries up?"

"That is my lake. It is my water, not theirs! I just let 'em use it!" The nymph glared at him and stood up straight. "Is it my fault I just want a little compensation once in a while? It's not my fault that every man in that stupid town wants a piece of me! I'm an excellent lover, asshole!"

Seto also straightened up out of his offensive stance and sighed, scowling. "Of course. And to keep their wives and girlfriends from learning that they come out willingly, they want you dead."

"Well if that's the thanks that I get for keepin' 'em alive they can go back t' fuckin' their women and leave me the hell alone!" the nymph exclaimed. "Tell 'em I'm not dead but I won't bother 'em anymore, jeez!"

The brunet raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yeah, I always knew humans were too much work anyway." The blond scuffed his toes over the dirt for a moment before shrugging. "I'll just find a satyr or somethin'. They're always willin', I guess." He paused before peering up at the brunet hopefully. "Unless you wanna—"

Seto immediately turned and began walking away. "No."

"Oh, come on!" the nymph exclaimed, frowning, and padded after him. "I'm attractive. I'm a givin' lover. Ya look like you could use the release—"

"No."

"UGH! WHY NOT!" the blond roared, stomping his foot in frustration.

Seto shrugged. "Not in the mood."

The nymph gaped at him for a moment, stunned, then scowled and ran around him, holding his hands up to stop him but not touching him for fear that the brunet would grab him and burn him in defense. "You're sayin' no because you're not in the mood?"

Seto scowled. "I just said that, didn't I? Are you deaf?"

The blond flinched a little, then clasped his hands behind his back and scuffed the ground again. "…Can I try and get ya in the mood?"

"No," the human repeated, then went to move around him.

"GAH! Come on! I have a nice ass and I'm sure your dick would be happy t' be inside me!" the nymph exclaimed, stomping his foot again.

Seto rolled his eyes and sighed, trying to hold his temper in. "My dick is not a sentient being. I'm sure I'd enjoy having my dick inside anything, but I don't want a loose lover and I doubt you'd stick around just because I want you to."

"I am not loose. I have the tightest ass from here to—"

"THAT'S NOT WHAT THE MEANS!" Seto spun toward him, eyes glowing with annoyance. "Being loose means you put out for anyone and I want someone who is loyal to me and me alone. Please just leave me alone."

The nymph frowned, then circled around him and held his hands up again. "Wait, what if I promised that you'd be the only one I slept with? I don't wanna sleep with anyone from that town anymore and satyrs are bad lovers. If… if I promised to only be your lover, would ya have sex with me?"

The brunet sighed again, glaring at him for quite a few minutes before repeating, "No."

"Come on! I promised I'd only sleep with you and that's a big deal for a nymph!" The blond sighed as the human circled around him and continued walking, turning to watch him go. "…Ya probably got a small dick anyway," he mumbled petulantly, crossing his arms.

Seto froze mid-step, eyebrow twitching, before he ground out, "…What did you just say?"

The nymph huffed and turned his back on him. "Ya probably got a small dick!"

Fire whizzed past his head.

He squeaked and flinched, eyes wide as he cringed. Swallowing thickly, he turned, shivering as he took in the brunet's livid expression. "…U-um—"

"If you want it so bad, fine," the brunet hissed. "You just better hope that I don't burn you to ash as I do it."

"Uh! That's okay! If you're really not in the mood, I wouldn't wanna pressure ya or anything," the nymph replied nervously.

Seto growled. "What's your name?"

The blond bit his bottom lip, hesitantly whispering, "Joey."

"Joey."

Joey yelped as he felt something heavy suddenly clamp onto his wrists and ankles and looked down, horrified when he saw heavy metal shackles that seemed to be made of silver or platinum. "Wha—how—I—"

"Magicians like me can control creatures by knowing their true names. Nymphs are no different from dogs," Seto spat, glaring at him. "And, just like a puppy, you didn't know when to quit—you just wanted to play."

"…I hafta go now!" the blond exclaimed, turning to scamper away, but then the shackles felt ten times heavier and he stumbled and fell to the ground. "Ugh!"

"But I thought you really wanted someone to fuck you," the brunet reminded him, still looking angry as he flipped the blond over onto his back. He paused, then scowled and roared, "HOW THE HELL ARE YOU STILL HORNY!"

"…'cause strong, dominant humans with temper problems turn me on," Joey whispered nervously.

Seto stared at him for a moment before slamming his fist into the ground beside his head. "You are disgusting!"

The nymph bit his bottom lip for a few seconds before offering, "…Would it make ya feel better if ya spanked me?"

It took all of Seto's self-control to keep from tearing his hair out. "No, it would not make me feel better!"

The blond blinked at him, then tilted his head. "…How do ya know it won't?"

"I'LL KILL YOU!"