The Mythology Set

 

Thong

Seto was relatively disinterested with his surroundings. Once you'd seen one strip club, you'd seen them all, despite any difference in construction or decoration. They all had the same smell of smoke (both cigarette and—yes, there was the acrid scent of marijuana, along with a few new inhalants that he assumed were new on the scene). They all shared the same dim lighting conducive for making men shell out more money to see scantily clad ladies strip off more of their clothes. He could say this, though: He was quite impressed by the amount of people asking to see vampires or fairies over human strippers.

"Seto!"

The brunet grunted as a paper was thrust in front of his face and took a step back. "What-!"

"You need to sign this paper before we're allowed to look at the strippers," Mokuba explained, holding a pen out to him as well.

Seto pursed his lips and took both of the items, examining the page of standards that the strip club had for vampire clientele. For the most part, they were things he expected: don't seduce the dancers; don't bite the dancers; don't provoke the dancers into seducing you—that sort of thing. He looked it over carefully, decided he could abide by the rules, and used his brother's back to sign at the bottom.

Mokuba yelped. "Ow! You didn't have to dot the 'I' so hard!"

"…Yes, I did," the brunet replied. "I really did."

"Gah-!" The younger vampire sputtered, but before he could get completely angry, one of the bartenders-come-bouncers approached.

"Everything in order, then?" he asked.

Seto could see that the man was a cross breed of human and troll—buff, but not terrible looking. He wondered if their parents were romantic or if it had been a rape. In any case, the man seemed well adjusted. He was glad that the stupidity was being bred out of trolls. That was always good news.

Once the trollish man had examined his signature and his driver's license, he glanced up at the brunet. "Alright. Everything looks fine. Is there anyone in particular that you'd like to see? We have fairies, elves, humans… A troll or two…"

Seto noticed the grimace on the man's face, and he couldn't help a shudder at the thought of troll strippers himself. "Um. Well." He didn't really want to be there. Mokuba just hadn't wanted to come alone. But, seeing that his brother was looking longingly toward an elf with long, silvery platinum hair, he looked back at the man and sighed. "…Do you have any… werewolves?"

They wouldn't, of course. Werewolves were traditionally modest, and took care of each other, so none would ever be strippers unless they wanted to be excommunicated from their packs. And excommunication would be like a death sentence to some.

The bartender frowned, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Well, we do have one werewolf."

Seto raised an eyebrow, suddenly intrigued. "Oh?"

"Male, though. And still a little too modest to be a good stripper. We got him in a private room if you want to kick in the extra money. He does the spotlight thing—where the room's completely dark and the only light's on him and his pole."

"Hmm." The brunet crossed his arms thoughtfully.

He had nothing against males. While he usually went for females, that was because they were much easier to seduce—fast food, if you will—and therefore much easier to drink from. Not that he had to try hard to find someone to drink from or seduce. Being a billionaire, people just sort of fell at his feet, begging to be fucked or drunk from. Sometimes, it was a big turn off. Males were good for a challenge because they didn't beg to be seduced or drunk from. He liked challenges, especially because male blood tasted spicier. He wasn't fond of the sweet blood of women all the time.

"Alright. How much to see him?" Seto asked after another moment of thought. He shoved a handful of bills into his brother's hand and shoved him in the direction of the elf he was looking at. "I'm getting a private dance, Mokie. Go bother someone else."

"I wouldn't say I'd be a bother," the younger vampire muttered, drifting off toward the booths.

The bartender motioned for the brunet to follow him through a side door into a quiet hallway. "We have a different set of rules for private dances," he explained, grabbing a clipboard from a table on the way. "For vampires. You're allowed to bite the dancer, but only if it's consensual—you can't seduce him with your powers. He'll be wearing a special medallion that will flash when you've drunk the allotted amount of blood. You can bite him anywhere but on the neck. That's only if he allows you to touch him, of course. He's skittish on the best of days."

"That's fine. I didn't come here for a meal," Seto replied, shrugging. He took the clipboard and looked over the new set of rules, then took the pen offered to him and scribbled his name again. "I wouldn't mind a snack, but eating was the last thing on my mind."

"Well, if you say so," the half-troll muttered, opening a door for him. "Once the lights go off, you'll hear him walking in, and the spotlight will come on. I'm only telling you this because some vampires' eyes are sensitive to light."

The vampire nodded. "Thanks for the warning."

Once he stepped inside, he saw the pole standing about two meters from his seat. He stared at it for a moment. His pupils flashed momentarily before the pole went invisible. He was surprised, almost alarmed, until the troll poked his head in for a last parting explanation. "Most vampires don't like the whole 'pole' thing for private dances. If you want the pole, it'll reappear. The owner of the club is a sorcerer, after all."

Seto hummed and raised an eyebrow. He hadn't known that the owner of the club was a sorcerer. He wondered if Mokuba had known that before he'd brought him here. Because he absolutely despised sorcerers. He'd have to punish him for it later, he supposed. After the werewolf danced for him, of course.

Once the door shut, he took a seat in the large, comfy chair and sighed. It was made of leather, something that he as a vampire very much enjoyed. Actually, anything that was once a live, breathing creature with blood in it vampires very much enjoyed. Mokuba had a closet full of leather belts, shoes, and coats that he didn't even wear. …Not to mention the purses. But Mokuba never liked talking about those.

He hissed quietly as the lights suddenly went out, eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness. He hissed again as the spotlight came on, momentarily blinded despite his excellent rate of adjustment. When he was able to focus, however, he was quite pleased with what he saw.

The werewolf was blond. He liked blonds. While they could be ditzy and sometimes annoying, they made up for it with passion and zeal. Not to mention that their blood had a pleasant tang. Blonds were especially tasty when they were caught in that space between terror and arousal.

Damn, he really hadn't come here to eat. Why was he making himself hungry?

Seto swallowed thickly as he took a moment to examine the werewolf. He was tall, and quite muscular. He was wearing nothing but a pair of denim hot pants and a tight leather shirt that hugged his body like a second skin. And… was that a thong peeking out at him from under those shorts?

His breath hitched as the music started, a slow, pulsating tune that he recognized vaguely from a dance club that his cousin had dragged him to. …Why were people always dragging him to clubs?

Well, at least this blond was a much better dancer than anyone at the dance club he'd been dragged to before. He swallowed thickly as the werewolf's hips started to rotate with each pulse of music, unable to keep his eyeteeth from lengthening and his pupils dilating as if to attack. Luckily, as a vampire, his eyes worked more like a feline's, so it just gave him a better eyeful of the blond's shapely backside.

Seto hissed as the werewolf's thin fingers hooked beneath the hem of his shirt, dragging the leather upward and exposing inch after inch of tanned skin. His body rippled provocatively as he tossed the leather shirt aside, hips twitching playfully out of sync with the music. His tail flipped up momentarily, as if flagging for a mate, and the brunet had to force himself not to leap on him and devour him, especially when the boy began to dance again, sliding his hands up his sides suggestively before they moved down to his thighs, rubbing his hands down them before moving upward again.

The vampire gripped the arms of the chair tightly to keep from attacking him, eyes widening in disbelief as the tail was flipped up again, the blond's fingers plucking playful at the bottom hem of the denim hot pants. Rocking his hips to the beat again, the werewolf tilted his head back for a short, throaty howl as his hands slid up his sides, then delicately moved underneath his shorts. He shifted his body forward, thrusting his rump out as he slid the shorts over his hips and let them fall around his feet, kicking them away in a surprisingly elegant but sexy manner.

Seto actually salivated when he saw the sparkling golden thong. All he could see were the strings over his hips that met and traveled down between his cheeks, but it was enough for him to know he wanted to see more. He wanted to get his hands on that warm, soft-looking flesh, sink his fangs into the blond's throat. Swallowing thickly at the thought of getting just a bit of the blond's blood, he leaned forward in his seat and hissed,"Turn around."

The werewolf shuddered, froze, then began to turn, hips still rocking idly to the music. He whimpered quietly, and the vampire realized after a moment that the blond didn't want to see him—was terrified—didn't want to be there—

And that just made Seto want him more, because vampires were sadistic by nature. The brunet hissed again, standing so he could go after the werewolf if he had to. However, when their eyes met, both the werewolf and vampire could only stand there, frozen in shock.

Joey was the first to come out of his surprise. He squeaked in confusion, then quickly jerked his head away, cheeks flushing brightly in embarrassment. "…What are you doin' here Kaiba?" He snorted in disgust. "Didn't think a strip club really suited ya," he added, frowning.

Seto continued to gape for a few minutes, just watching the blond shift uncomfortably under his gaze. Once he realized that he'd nearly gotten off to the werewolf that had claimed to hate him, he couldn't help but see the irony. The blond had talked about his pride as both a man and a werewolf, and here he was, stripping his clothes off for strangers.

The brunet frowned. "What are you doing here?"

"…Workin'," the younger boy mumbled, crossing his arms. He flinched as the brunet stepped closer to him, cringing away from the taller, fully clothed male.

"You know that's not what I meant, mutt. Tell me what you're doing here," he snarled. "Does your pack know about this? They can't possibly condone this."

Joey frowned, ears wilting in shame. "…I… I'm just tryin' t' earn money for my sister's surgery. This was the fastest way."

"Isn't your pack supposed to support each other when it comes to medical expenses like that?" Seto glared at him acidly. "You go on and on to me about your pride whenever we argue, but I must ask, what pride are you talking about? Because it doesn't seem like you have any."

The blond bit his bottom lip, tail curling up against his stomach. "…The pack funds only cover surgeries that have over an eighty percent chance of success. Because Serenity's chance of success is only seventy percent, the pack doesn't want to waste money on a surgery that may not work." He looked up at the vampire and whimpered. "Please don't complain about me, Kaiba! I don't get paid if I don't do a good job. Ya liked it until ya saw it was me, didn't ya? S-so just forget it's me, and I'll finish my dance—"

"How am I supposed to give you the respect you try to demand from me when you do something like this?" The brunet sighed and lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Hmm. I really don't know what I'm supposed to do with you, Joey."

Joey ducked his head and sighed, forcing back any tears of shame or humiliation. He wouldn't cry. At least not in front of him. Not until he got home, where he could truly wallow in his shame and feel like trash. He knew this was a terrible job for a werewolf, and he knew he was running the risk of being banished from his pack. But it was for his sister, so that made it okay.

He gasped as the vampire's hand suddenly gripped his hair and yanked his head back. "Ow! Kaiba, what the he—eeeeeeeehhhhhh?" His eyes widened as he saw the wad of money being held in front of his face. He turned his gaze to the brunet's face frantically. "Wha-?"

"This would be enough for you to quit, wouldn't it?" Seto's lips twisted into a cruel smirk that showed off his long fangs. Sometimes he regretted that vampires were sadistic by nature when he saw how much he hurt people. This was not one of those times. "What would you do for this money, little puppy?"

Joey licked his lips, which had suddenly gone dry. He swallowed to wet his throat, eyes flicking back and forth between the wad of cash and the brunet's face, before he finally looked up at him and helplessly whispered, "What do ya want me t' do?"

The brunet hissed quietly and tightened his grip on the werewolf's hair. "At the end of the night, I want you to quit your job here." He paused to allow the younger boy to whimper in anxiety. "…But until the end of the night, you are mine."

"…Okay," the blond answered meekly, staring at the bills in the vampire's hand. He hesitated for a moment before timidly reaching out for them.

"Hmm, no, I don't think so," Seto cooed, jerking his hand out of reach. He savored the confused whimper he received. "Until the end of the night, you're still a stripper. And how do strippers take their tips?"

Joey looked up at him and could only stare for a few minutes, baffled. When he realized what he meant, though, he turned his gaze on the floor and sighed. Then, he turned, grabbing one of the straps of his thong and holding it away from his body. He shuddered as a few bills were tucked into it and let it snap back in place, feeling disgusted with himself. He frowned when he realized that it wasn't the complete amount he'd been showed and looked back up into the brunet's cruel eyes in confusion. "Wha-?"

Seto smirked. "Earn it."

"But—" Joey bit his bottom lip, then sighed and looked away again, ears wilting in shame. "…How?" He blushed as the vampire's fingers caught his chin, forcing him to turn and face him again. He shivered as the brunet's lips brushed against his sensitive ear. "Nn!"

"Have you ever given anyone a lap dance, puppy?"

The werewolf gasped and jerked away from him on instinct, blushing even more when the brunet laughed. "Shut up, ya jerk!"

"It's not my fault werewolves are so damn modest," Seto replied, lips quirked halfway between a sneer and a smirk. "But if you don't want the rest of the money, I understand…" he added, turning to walk away.

Joey blanched immediately, reaching out to grab the back of his coat. "Wait! I'll… I'll do it!" He squeezed his eyes shut tightly. "But I've never done it before so ya can't get mad at me if I'm not good at it!"

The brunet chuckled darkly and turned to face him again, cupping his chin and brushing his thumb over the werewolf's bottom lip. "Well, I suppose I shouldn't expect more than a mediocre dance from you. After all, mediocrity seems to be the only thing consistent about you."

"Nn! You-!" The werewolf jerked away from him, unable to help the tears filling his eyes. "Ya know why I'm doin' this and you're makin' fun of me-!" He wiped his eyes quickly, then turned and stormed away back to the spot light so he could grab his clothes. "I don't need t' take this from you!"

Seto crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Well, if you don't want the money, and you really haven't earned it…"

"Fuck you!" Joey grabbed the bills still sticking out of his thong and flung them at him. "I don't need your fuckin' money or your patronizin' attitude! Just—Just leave me alone!"

The brunet frowned, absolutely baffled for a moment, until his nose caught the scent of tears. Cursing under his breath, he began after the younger boy, but Joey had already gotten a head start and could run much longer than he could, even if he was faster. For once, the werewolf had gotten the upper hand.

Seto cursed again. It had only happened because he'd underestimated the stupid blond.

…And now he had to pay a fee because it was obvious that Joey was quitting because of him! Shit!

.-.-.-.-.-.

He hadn't been charged a fee.

Seto frowned and looked his bill over again, making a note to ground his brother for buying so much booze and then taking the elf to a private room. Mostly for the booze, though. Mokuba may have been over the legal drinking age, and he may have wanted the finest booze the club had (which he understood; he was a billionaire, so he had the money to waste on it), but that was still no reason to spend thousands of dollars on it.

He let his gaze travel down to the amount charged for his own private room. It wasn't as high a charge as he'd been expecting. Five hundred dollars… and only about half of it went to the blond…

Seto frowned, then opened his laptop and began searching for the werewolf's employment records. Bypassing the club's firewall wasn't too difficult. Once he'd accessed Joey's employment records, he couldn't help his expression twisting into a scowl. "Fuck, Joey. Fuck!"

He was only getting a small fraction of the money being shelled out for him—and it was being shelled out. Everyone wanted to see a werewolf at a strip club, mostly because werewolves just weren't found there. He'd been working there for a little over a month, had performed for dozens of men and women willing to share the private room just to catch a glimpse of him—had surely earned enough to pay for his sister's surgery!

So why did it still show he was employed there?

Seto snarled as he saw who the blond's supervisor was. He hated money fairies. Sure, back in the old days, they were fine; they'd actually had morals then and shared their wealth. These days, however, they hoarded their natural wealth and did their best to take it from others, too. He assumed that's what was being done here. The money fairy was giving Joey just enough for him to see that he'd make more money there than anywhere else, but not enough that he could quit yet.

The brunet hissed and nearly gave in to the urge to claw the picture on his computer screen. Instead, he picked up his phone and called his secretary. "Arrange a meeting with the owner of a club called Toons please."

"For what time, Mr. Kaiba?"

"Yesterday," he snapped, then slammed the phone back into its cradle. He fumed for a few minutes. He hated sorcerers, and here he was, making an appointment to speak with one. All because of one stupid mutt.

.-.-.-.-.-.

"Well, I never expected to see someone like you here, Kaiba-Boy!"

Seto fought the urge to cringe, instead giving the sorcerer's hand a shake before he was directed to a seat. "Pegasus. I'm only here because I came across a discrepancy in the payments of a… friend… of mine. And an employee of yours."

Pegasus frowned, sitting down behind his desk. "Hmm. I pride myself on treating all of my employees fairly. A discrepancy? What sort of discrepancy?"

"A large one," the brunet replied shortly.

The older man glared at him for a moment. "…Large, how?"

"Large. Just large." Seto sat back in his own seat casually, enjoying the sorcerer's aggravation. "People are paying to see him, but he's only getting about an eighth of the profit. If I'm not mistaken, the strippers working in the private rooms are supposed to get almost half of the profits." He glanced up at the other man and scowled, even though he could tell that the sorcerer was also disgruntled at the news. "He's a werewolf, Pegasus.

"He isn't suited to this job, and he's doing it only for money to pay for his sister's surgery, which he should already be able to afford. He doesn't like this job, doesn't like taking his clothes off for other people to see him. Werewolves are modest and this is not a modest job. He's unhappy here. He wants to quit."

Pegasus frowned thoughtfully. "I'd always wondered… I'd thought he'd already been exiled from his pack, and that was why he'd gotten a job here. I don't want to be responsible for anything like that…" He sighed. "Though I did wonder what the influx of customers was about. Alright. If you just tell me what sort of discrepancies, I'll look into—" He blinked as the brunet opened a briefcase and pulled out a folder. "…Them."

"I'd take a look at your money fairy's bank accounts as well," Seto added. "I looked into those, too. There were some deposits that look much too big for his job description."

"Isn't that illegal?" the sorcerer asked, even as he opened the folder and began examining the papers.

The brunet snorted. "I'm a vampire, a billionaire, and an excellent hacker. I don't care if it's illegal."

"Hmm. In any case, I'll take action immediately." Pegasus frowned, then scowled and stood up. "That bastard! He's been short-changing all of my dancers!"

Seto took a moment to revel in the feeling of smugness and satisfaction that came with the man's anger. He did so hate sorcerers. Being one of the sources of the man's anger was incredibly gratifying.

.-.-.-.-.-.

Joey hugged his jacket to his chest and bit his bottom lip, tail curling up between his legs to tremble against his stomach. He'd been told that the owner of the club had been meeting with all of the dancers before they went on shift. Some had even been fired. He hoped he wouldn't be fired, too. He knew he wasn't the best dancer, but he didn't think he was too terrible. He had, after all, aroused the great Seto Kaiba. He'd smelled it. So he had to be good, right?

Taking a deep breath, he forced his tail to relax and straightened his spine, knocking on the door in front of him.

When he heard the quiet but commanding 'come in,' however, his tail immediately tucked up against his belly again.

Joey swallowed nervously and opened the door, stopping in the doorway. "Um… I was told ya wanted t' see me."

Pegasus nodded and stood from his seat. "That's right. You're the werewolf that's been getting all sorts of customers."

"Um…" He didn't have that many people come to watch him dance. He hugged his coat again anxiously, ears pressing back against his skull in his nervousness. He thrust his hand out quickly. "I'm Joey Wheeler."

The sorcerer took his hand and, instead of shaking it, bent down to place a kiss on his palm. "Maximillion Pegasus."

Joey blushed brightly, ears flying up in surprise as he hurriedly yanked his hand to his chest. He took a step back and squeaked, "How did ya know-!"

"A dominant werewolf would never perform here," Pegasus replied, standing up straight casually. "Their instincts would not allow it. Therefore, you must be a submissive werewolf. I thought it only proper that I greet you like a submissive werewolf would be greeted at home."

The blond squeaked again. "I-!"

"Now, Joseph—" The man led him over to a chair. "—I've looked over your information, and quite frankly, I'm appalled that you're working here."

Joey blushed and ducked his head. "…Oh. I—"

"I do not want to be known as the cause of a werewolf being banished from his pack. I like werewolves; they're polite to a point and I've always had good business with them. –Other businesses. I have more businesses than just strip clubs," he added quickly when he saw the blond's horrified expression. "I'm a sorcerer, Joey. I deal in magic."

"Oh." He was quite relieved by that.

"So, that being said, I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go," Pegasus continued. "I have a check with your severance pay, along with some back pay that somehow got misplaced." He handed the werewolf an envelope and stood. "I'm sorry about this, Joseph."

"Oh. No, it's okay," Joey answered quietly, taking the envelope as he stood as well. He stared down at his shoes for a moment, biting his bottom lip, then looked up at the silver-haired man sadly. "It's 'cause I'm not sexy enough, isn't it?"

The sorcerer blinked at him. "What?"

"Am I not sexy enough? Is that the real reason you're firin' me?" He couldn't keep his ears from wilting.

Pegasus waved his hands quickly. "No, of course not! You're so sexy that one of the clients might rape you! I just don't want that liability!"

Joey stared at him for a moment, stunned. Eventually, though, he shrugged awkwardly. "Oh. …O… kay…" He paused a little longer, then turned and scampered for the door. "Thank you sir g'bye!"

The sorcerer watched him go, a little surprised himself. Once what he'd said registered, though, he slapped his hand over his face. "Oh my God."

Joey waited until he was well away from the club before he stopped to catch his breath. Once he'd managed to calm himself, though, he tilted his head and looked down at the envelope. Severance pay? Back pay?

Opening the envelope, he pulled out the check. When he saw the amount he was being paid, he squeaked in disbelief.

Thousands. He was being paid thousands of dollars.

Joey stared at the check, as if waiting for the numbers to rearrange themselves into something smaller. They failed to do so. He thought it might be a mistake for a moment. Obviously, Pegasus had put a few too many zeroes.

…But it was a mistake he was going to milk for all it was worth, he decided, then began a slow run that he could maintain all six miles back home.

He could definitely pay for his sister's surgery with this money, and he didn't have to worry about being exiled from his pack anymore! Suddenly, all of his shame and anxiety melted away! He'd earned all of the money by himself, so take that, Seto Kaiba!

Seto Kaiba.

Joey stumbled to a stop, horrified. The vampire knew. The vampire could make his life miserable. And he would, too. Vampires were sadistic, and it was no secret that vampires and werewolves were far from friendly with each other. Yes, they'd become civil with each other as the world progressed, and sometimes even became friends. Hell, there were even some interracial matings going on—not that he knew anyone personally, because his pack was still set in its ways of arranging matings, depending on the families and pack leader.

But Seto was a vampire. A vampire that hated him.

Joey whined and lifted a hand to his chest, beginning to shake a little. What if he told his pack that he'd taken up work at a strip club? His pack was still set in the old ways! He'd be exiled for sure! He'd have to get a job somewhere else, and give up any hope he had for mating with a nice werewolf and settling down.

Not even the most socially advanced werewolves would want to have puppies with him, a former stripper.

"What's the matter, mutt? Someone piss in your kibble this morning?"

Joey turned sharply and snarled. "What are you doin' here, Kaiba!"

Seto raised an eyebrow, then glanced down at the blood droplets on his shirt. He looked up at the blond again. "…I would think that would be obvious, mutt."

"Well why are ya huntin' here? There're tons of other places for ya t' hunt!" the werewolf exclaimed, ears twisting back against his skull.

"People still high from bars and clubs may not taste better, but they're easier to seduce. I wanted fast food, not a banquet," the brunet snapped, glaring at him. "As hard as it may be to believe, I can get rather lazy with my food. Some drunk bimbo looking for a fuck is easier to drink from and toss aside than a virgin school girl."

Joey frowned. "You'd drink from a virgin school girl?"

"I just said I was too lazy for that, didn't I?" Seto scowled, then sighed and crossed his arms. "I would if I had the chance, but school girls are too much trouble to seduce, and they always try to hold me responsible, like I'd taken their virginities or something. And even vampires have morals—we don't drink from children." He sighed again. "What I wouldn't give to drink from a nervous virgin. There is nothing more delicious than the mixture of fear and arousal."

The werewolf blushed, glaring at him. "Stop talkin' about that stuff so casually!"

"Why? Because you're a virgin?" The brunet smirked and closed his eyes smugly. "Doesn't that sound kinky, though? Being pressed up against a wall, having a complete stranger kissing you, biting you, sharing something so personal as blood—"

"I'm leavin' now!" Joey stated, covering his ears as he turned and began to walk away. "Lalala! I can't hear yooouuu!" He yelped as he walked into the brunet's chest and stumbled backward, scowling at him in confusion. "Don't do that!"

"Don't do what?" the vampire asked innocently.

"Use your fuckin' speed t' get in front of me!"

"Would you rather I use it to get behind you?"

Joey yelped again as he was tugged back against his chest. "Gah! Kaiba, what are ya—Hn-!" He flinched when he felt soft lips against his neck. "K-Kaiba, what are ya—"

"I've never tasted a werewolf before," Seto whispered against his skin. "May I bite you, Joey?"

The blond shivered and squirmed anxiously, terrified. "No-! You're gonna drain all my blood!"

"I just ate though, Joey. I don't want all of your blood." Moaning quietly, the vampire licked his throat and up to his chin. "Just a taste… A little nibble… A few drops…"

"Nn…!" Joey could only sob in confusion. "No… Kaiba… Vampires aren't s'posed t' drink from werewolves!"

The brunet snorted. "When have I ever followed rules?" He slid his hand around to stroke the younger boy's stomach, drawing his shirt out of the way so his fingertips could gently brush over his skin. "Haven't you ever wondered why people don't mind being drunk from? Wondered why some people like it?"

"Nn… I…" Squirming, the blond whimpered. "But ya can't, Kaiba, I—" He gasped as he was spun around, staring up into the vampire's blue eyes. He shivered as they began to turn red around the edges, the strange red-circled blue glowing in the dim light. "I-I—I—" He whined anxiously as the vampire's eyeteeth began to extend, growing longer until they just brushed past his bottom lip. Yipping as his head was yanked to the side, he squeezed his eyes shut. "NO!"

Seto froze, his fangs just a few millimeters from the blond's flushed skin. He couldn't help a quiet groan of frustration. The blond smelled so good. He just wanted a quick taste, and the sound of the werewolf's heart pounding was loud in his ears. It took all of his self control to keep from biting him now.

Joey jerked his head anxiously. "Don't bite my neck-! Don't bite my neck, Kaiba! No one's gonna want me if I already have a bite on my neck!"

Snarling angrily, the vampire turned, dragging him into the nearest alleyway and slamming him up against the bricks. "But a bite anywhere else is fine?"

"Not on my neck!" the blond exclaimed helplessly. He blushed as he felt his pants being tugged down over his hips to fall around his knees. "Kaiba, no—Please—"

"I'm not going to fuck you if that's what you're worried about," Seto snapped, kneeling in front of him. He grasped the blond's hips tightly, keeping him from shifting too much, then hissed when he saw the golden thong again. "You should always wear this thong. It's nice." He placed a kiss above the strap on the werewolf's hip, then slid his hand down his thigh. "Lock your knees. I don't want you to fall."

Joey whimpered and pressed his hands against the wall, unconsciously locking his knees as he pressed closer to the cool brick. He wanted to disappear. Vampires weren't supposed to drink from werewolves! It just wasn't done! At least not in his pack!

"This will sting a little, but I'm sure you won't mind," the brunet murmured, positioning his fangs just over the younger boy's right hip. He stroked his thumb over the delicate skin gently before snarling and sinking his sharp eyeteeth into the blond's flesh. His ears rang as the werewolf let out a deafening howl, half pleasure and half terror.

Joey clawed at the wall frantically, unable to see because of the stars exploding in front of his eyes. He trembled, whimpered, tried to squirm. He howled again as the fangs dug in more, body nearly buzzing with pleasure. He didn't know what to do, how to get away. He whined as felt the pleasure intensify, shaking against the wall, until the pleasure exploded behind his eyes; he saw sparkles, then the bricks with sudden clarity, before everything went dark.

Seto sucked a few times, drawing out a few mouthfuls of blood, before he leaned back, still pressing the blond up against the wall. He licked his blood smeared lips, grinning as he tasted the tangy aftertaste of fear on his tongue, complimenting the residual sweetness of arousal. On top of that, there was some sort of tart 'pop' he'd never tasted before. He assumed it was because he was a werewolf. In any case, the tartness was nice. He suddenly found he wanted to keep that tartness all to himself.

Easing the blond down into his lap, he tucked Joey's hair out of his face, then reached down to pull his pants back up. "Hmm. Interesting…" He licked his lips again, then hummed, standing and lifting the passed-out blond into his arms. "Alright, then. You're coming with me. I'll figure something out."

Holding the blond bridal style, he contemplated drinking a little more of his blood, then quickly shook his head. He'd eaten before, after all, and had been quite sated before he'd bitten Joey. He'd just intended to have a little dessert when he'd bitten him. He hadn't expected that he'd be so… tasty.

Seto hummed thoughtfully. He'd once heard that some women could orgasm just from being bitten. He hadn't realized the same could be said for men; he'd never experienced it either way, up until now. Joey had cum just from being bitten.

…He liked it. He liked that the werewolf was so sensitive, and it made him wonder if all werewolves were so sensitive. Could it be because of what they were? Did that make them more sensitive than humans?

Hmm. He'd do some investigating. Until then, Joey would stay at the mansion until he woke up and could get cleaned up. It wouldn't do to take him home in his condition. If he brought the blond home with a bite just above his ass and smelling of sexual satisfaction, the probability of getting away from the pack was low. He wasn't altogether certain what an angry wolf pack would do to a vampire if they believed that he'd sullied one of their own, but he was sure that it would be painful. He didn't feel like regenerating a large majority of his body for a misunderstanding.