Author's Note: I know that I have "Mr. Kaiba" and "Kaiba-san." That's because Joey is part of a Japanese werewolf pack. They use their terms of address quite seriously. So while sometimes Seto's secretaries may call him "Mr. Kaiba," werewolves will always address each other by -san, -kun, -sama, and so on. Oh, and only the Alpha of the pack is actually addressed by '-sama,' and only as Alpha-sama by his packmates. Only certain people are allowed to address him by his given name/last name—those people being his mate or his parents. Seriously, he's lucky his parents don't still call him shnookums. :| Hopefully this will clear up any confusion.
Thong II
"—and then he kissed my palm! I didn't even know vampires knew how submissive werewolves were greeted!"
Joey stood up straight from folding his clothes immediately, eyes wide as he turned to look at the two squealing girls. Why were they squealing about getting greeted by a vampire? He himself still felt a little ashamed, and—He hated Laundromats. He wouldn't have to deal with other people if they had a washer and dryer at home. Then he wouldn't have to listen to girls squealing about taboo things!
"What did he want with you? Was he just greeting you?"
"That's just the thing! He asked—Oh my God I can't believe I let him do it!" The girl giggled nervously. "He asked if he could taste my blood, and he said it so politely! I just had to say yes!"
Joey gasped quietly.
'You mean you really-!' "Of course, you know, it was Seto Kaiba, so I was sort of hoping he might be considering me as a potential mate!"
RIIIIIIIIPPPPP— Joey stared at the ripped shirt in his hands sightlessly, hands trembling as he leaned against the table to keep from collapsing.
'So… so that's how it is… I thought… How could I have ever thought he might care…?' The other girl frowned. "I've heard he's been doing that with a lot of girls, though. About five or six other girls have been talking about Kaiba taking an interest in them, too."
Joey looked down at the table, feeling a little bit more of his pride crack. He'd thought… Seto had been… And he'd…
Seto had been
polite, she'd said. Seto had asked
nicely to taste some of her blood. He'd done the same thing with
other girls. Had kissed their hands and asked permission to drink their blood. He'd… he'd treated those other girls with respect while he'd forced Joey up against a wall and bit his—
The blond choked back a sob and continued folding his laundry, refusing to shed any tears over a vampire—especially a vampire that didn't respect him!
.-.-.-.-.-.
Joey's blood had tasted the best, by far.
Seto frowned and leaned back in his seat, trying to figure out why that would be. All of the werewolves he'd tasted had blood that had been sweet, not tangy like Joey's had been. He'd even tried a few males' bloods too, and while that blood had a twist of flavor unique from the girls', it hadn't been quite as pronounced as it had been with Joey.
He'd heard that some people tasted better based on attraction. He'd never really understood, considering he thought it distasteful to drink from friends. Perhaps this was what they meant. He had to admit that he was attracted to Joey; he was fiery, cute, and—above all—sweet with the taste of unbroken innocence. And, while he knew the taste of Joey's blood would change with the taking of his virginity, he also knew that the tartness that came with it would still taste delicious with the tanginess of his blood.
…But Joey had been avoiding him. Every time he'd seen the blond at school he'd suddenly disappear into the crowd. Once, when he'd cornered the blond with Yugi, Joey had even bowed out, saying that he had an appointment for something. Joey was making it terribly difficult to have a conversation and discuss the… thing between them.
Seto wouldn't call it a relationship, because it definitely wasn't
that. But he hoped it would be. He wanted to propose courtship (werewolves were incredibly old fashioned sometimes), but Joey wouldn't stick around long enough of him to even mention it!
He was seriously thinking about cornering Joey while he was walking home from hanging out with Yugi and just biting him so he'd be his. That would save him a lot of trouble, with the way things were going, and—
"
Mr. Kaiba, you have an urgent call on line one," his secretary stated through the speaker.
Seto immediately picked up his phone. "Kaiba."
"
Good afternoon, Kaiba-san. Alpha Takahashi would like to speak with you." The brunet jerked back in his seat. "A-Alpha-?"
"
Yes, Kaiba-san." The vampire sighed shakily. "…Put him on…"
"
Yes, Kaiba-san." Seto took a deep breath, frowning. Uh oh. He really hadn't thought of the repercussions of his actions when he'd propositioned those girls-!
"
Kaiba-san, I believe we should meet." The brunet shuddered. No greeting. No niceties. And he sounded angry.
"Well, I'll have to speak with my secretary, and—"
"
Kaiba-san, I am keeping a dozen different families from coming after you and killing you. I would like to meet with you immediately." Seto blanched. He knew he could regenerate from anything the werewolves threw at him, but… he really didn't want to have to do that, especially since there were multiple werewolves waiting to do terrible, terrible things to him.
He'd heard that a scorned werewolf had chopped off her vampire lover's balls a dozen times before her family had taken pity on him and dragged her away.
Oh God. A dozen families were going to come and take turns chopping his balls off!
"…
Kaiba-san?" "Hmm what?" Seto blinked, surprised, then sat up. "I think meeting would be perfect. When are you available?"
"…
Did your voice just crack?" "Absolutely not. When are you available?"
.-.-.-.-.-.
"So. Kaiba." Hiroshi narrowed his brown eyes, glaring at the brunet across his desk. "Word has gotten back to me that you have bitten seven different young girls—greeted them and asked for their blood."
Seto leaned back in his seat. "Yes. I also drank from two men. I doubt they've come forward, though." He held back the urge to cringe when the man's expression clearly stated, 'are you fucking kidding me.' "…Sorry."
"…Right." The black-haired man sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment, then glared at him. "Kaiba, you realize the danger you've put yourself in by just biting and running. These girls' families want to rip you apart." Hiroshi raised an eyebrow as the brunet's legs immediately flinched together. "…I see you've heard about that vampire in Tokyo."
"His story has been mentioned to me, yes," the brunet replied, grimacing.
"…Right." Hiroshi cleared his throat, hiding an amused smirk behind his hand. "I must have you know, though, that it's only my dominance as Alpha that keeps the families of those girls from seeking you out and ripping you apart. They want you punished. I can only appease them with the promise that you will stop leading the female werewolves on, because they all hoped they'd mate with you." He raised an eyebrow. "If you don't have any legitimate interest in any of the werewolves, I must ask you to cease your interaction immediately and stay away from our territory for a while if it can be helped."
Seto frowned and leaned back in his seat. "I'll admit that I'm legitimately interested in one of the werewolves I've drunk from. Unfortunately, that certain someone seems set on avoiding me."
Hiroshi's jaw dropped, and he could almost swear that he'd heard a
cha-CHING go off in the back of his mind. If he could get Seto Kaiba as part of his pack, the tithes he'd pay per year would have the pack funds skyrocketing, and he could finally get those fucking elders off his back about pack spending and cuts to certain pack programs. Getting the pack elders off his back would be
heavenly. "And… and what's this werewolf's name?" he asked, forcing back his excitement. "Perhaps I could convince her—"
"Him."
"—Him to speak with you again."
Seto hummed thoughtfully. "…You know, that just might help. He's—"
The speakerphone on the desk buzzed for a moment.
"Alpha-sama, Wheeler-kun is here for his appointment. Shall I have him wait?" The brunet snorted. "Speak of the devil."
Hiroshi turned to raise an eyebrow at him. "What? …Never mind." Pressing the button on the speakerphone, he replied, "No, send him in. If I recall correctly, he just needs me to sign something." He turned to the coffee pot beside him and sighed. "That Wheeler family, I really don't know what to do with. Coffee?"
"Please," Seto replied, and took the cup he was offered.
There was a knock on the door before it opened, and Joey stepped in silently, his golden tail tucked submissively between his legs as he walked further into the room. "Good afternoon, Alpha-sama."
Hiroshi stood immediately and circled around the desk to meet him, taking the blond's hand in his own and bending down to gently brush his lips over the warm palm. "Good afternoon. What did you need, Joey?"
Joey only spared the vampire at the desk a glance before peeking up at the raven-haired man from beneath his lashes. "I just need ya t' sign this for me, sir."
"Alright." The older man frowned and took the paper. "Let's see here… Let me find a pen…"
Seto huffed at the lack of attention he was given, taking a sip of his coffee in frustration; now was not the time to tease his love interest. "Humph."
"Blah blah blah, permission, blah blah… Everything seems to check out…" Hiroshi began lifting his pen. He stared at the paper for a moment, then snarled loudly and turned toward the blond. "APPROVAL FOR COURTSHIP OUTSIDE THE PACK?"
Seto spat out the coffee he'd just sipped, spewing it all over the desk. "Guh-!" He sputtered a moment, then turned, glaring at the younger boy in confusion. "Who the hell are you mating with!"
The alpha snarled again. "Yeah! Who?"
Joey sighed and rolled his eyes. "He asked me out durin' one of Kaiba's tournaments, and he just recently contacted me again. It's not like I'm agreein' t' mate with him or anything," he added, placing his hands on his hips in annoyance. "I'm just agreein' t' let him court me."
It took all he had for Hiroshi to keep from roaring and forcing the blond to show submission. "BUT WHO!"
The blond huffed. "His name is Zigfried von Schroeder."
Seto spit in fury, stunned and appalled. "Wh-!"
This time, Hiroshi did roar. "THAT PINK-HAIRED FREAK I SAW ON TV?"
The brunet stood as well. "Why the hell would you go out with Zigfried von Schroeder!"
"Because I can and he's shown a genuine interest in me," the blond replied, crossing his arms saucily.
"I've shown genuine in you, too!" Seto exclaimed, scowling. He was immediately cowed by the icy glare he received.
"By kissing and biting other girls?" Joey hissed, glaring acidly.
Hiroshi turned toward the brunet in surprise. "This is the person you were talking about?"
Joey glared at him, too, when he detected the disbelief in his voice.
The raven-haired man shrank back beneath the glare. "Guh-!"
The blond growled quietly. "And just 'cause I'm gettin' the paperwork signed doesn't mean I'm actually gonna go out with him! I just like the idea of bein' able to. Okay? Jesus!"
Hiroshi grumbled but grabbed a pen to scribble his signature across the paper. "Fine, fine…" He thrust the paper back at the blond and continued to grumble. "Here."
Joey narrowed his eyes at him again. "
Thank you." So saying, he turned, flipping his tail up haughtily as he stalked out of the office. The door was slammed loudly behind him.
"…" Seto stared after him, looking pensive.
The werewolf frowned in awkward concern. "…Kai…ba…?"
The brunet stood with a bat-like screech of his own. "THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE! SCHROEDER, I'M GOING TO KILL YOOOOUUUU!"
Hiroshi scowled at him. "You know, flirting with other girls doesn't seem like genuine attraction to me, either…"
Seto turned a glare on him. "I would think that biting him in an intimate place like his ass would show genuine attraction!"
"What!" the werewolf roared, eyes glowing in fury at the thought of one of his pack mates being insulted in such a way.
The brunet squeaked.
'Shit, I said that out loud. Shit!' "And you didn't think he might find it insulting that you're polite and kiss other girls' hands and drink from their wrists when you just
bit his ass? You
always treat a submissive with respect! ALWAYS! And biting his ass was not respectful! It was
awful!"
Seto squeaked again for fear that the other man would rip his genitalia to shreds himself.
"Get out," Hiroshi growled, fur on his tail bristling as his ears pressed flat against his skull. "Get.
Out."
The vampire did not wait to be told twice.
.-.-.-.-.-.
Joey raised an eyebrow as he found Seto waiting outside the grocery store, then huffed and turned to go the other way. If Seto wanted to bite and seduce other girls, he didn't care! He wasn't going to stick around for the vampire to disrespect him and insult him—
He grunted as he walked into someone and stumbled backward. "Oh, sor—GAAAAAHHH!"
"You really should get used to vampire speed," Seto stated, then plucked the two paper bags from his arms and shoved them at his chauffeur. "Please take these to his home and deliver them. His address is already programmed into the GPS."
Joey could only gape as the man bowed and swiftly walked away. After a moment, however, he turned to glare at the brunet. "Why do ya have my address?"
"Because I'd planned on waiting for you at your house when I happened to see you go into the store," the brunet replied, smirking, then caught the werewolf's hand when he moved to hit him. "Ah, no, I don't think so."
"Bastard, I'm gonna—" the blond began, snarling, as he lifted his other hand. He growled as the vampire caught that hand as well and kept him from moving. "Gah! I hate you!" He couldn't help a nervous shiver as the brunet's hands slid down to grip his wrists. "L-lemme go!"
Seto narrowed his eyes. "
No."
"No-? I wasn't askin'! Let me
go!" Joey growled, tugging frantically, only to whimper as the brunet gave his right wrist a tug. He cringed as his hand was brought up to the taller boy's mouth, whimpering a little more, only to gasp in confusion as the brunet merely brushed his lips over his palm. "Ah-?" He blushed as the vampire nibbled on the vein in his wrist, eyes widening as he saw the brunet's irises darkened to red around the edges. "…K-Kaiba…"
"May I take a sip?" the vampire whispered, and the blond's twitching ears just barely picked it up. "May I nibble your vein open and take a few drops?"
The werewolf shivered, eyes shaking a little as the older man pulled him closer. "I… I-I…"
"No one tasted as good as you, Joey. No one was as delicious—no one was as
sensitive—" Seto rubbed his cheek over the blond's hand, then slid his gaze to the younger boy's face. "Joey? Please?"
Joey blushed darker, taking a step back in confusion. "A-ah…" He gasped as he remembered where they were and glanced around quickly, tail tucking up between his legs in embarrassment when he found the dozens of people staring at them. He ducked his head quickly. "Oh God. Kaiba, not here. They're all looking at us."
The brunet glanced around at all of the people staring at them disinterestedly, then leaned his cheek into the werewolf's hand. "Who cares about them? Won't you answer me, Joey?"
"I-! I can't-!" He blushed even more and looked away quickly, fingers twitching against the vampire's cool cheek. "…Not in front of everyone," he answered after a moment, cheeks still cherry red.
Joey yelped as he was scooped up off his feet, eyes widening as his surroundings suddenly became a blur. Looking up at the vampire, he bit his bottom lip. Seto looked… kind of sexy with the city just a blur behind him, his eyes glowing like ruby-rimmed sapphires as the air rushed past them and through his hair. The blond squeaked and glanced away quickly in embarrassment—but immediately had to shut his eyes. The blurs rushing past him were starting to make him nauseous…
.-.-.-.-.-.
Joey stared at the paper in front of him, unable to help his jaw dropping in disbelief at the bold, capitalized word at the top.
PRENUPTIAL AGREEMENT He gaped at the paper a little longer, then turned a glare on the brunet sitting across the desk from him. "Ya take me out t' dinner and then this is the thanks I get for not punchin' ya in the face? This… this
insult?"
Seto scowled. "I fail to see how it's an insult."
"I—you—this—Fuck you!" Joey stood. "Ya just don't want me t' date Schroeder, huh? That's why you're doin' this! Bein' nice and polite and—and
pleasant!"
The vampire sneered. "…I had no idea I was being pleasant. I'll stop that immediately."
If he hadn't been so insulted, Joey might have laughed. "Prenuptial! I never said I'd mate with ya!" he roared. "And I mate for life! Ya don't need to worry about me divorcin' ya and tryin' t' steal all your money!"
Seto scowled again. "Joey, that's
not what this prenup is for. And I must tell you, I don't see you getting out of mating with me. I refuse to let you mate with anyone else. You're attractive, delicious, and feisty. I refuse to let a jewel like you go."
The blond blushed, startled, and jerked his gaze away quickly. After a moment, he huffed and turned to glare at him again. "If ya think that's gonna make me wanna mate with ya, you're sadly mistaken!"
"I don't care if you want to or not, Joey. I can wait until you finally decide that the idea of mating with me isn't completely terrible."
Joey stared at him, aghast. "…What sort of freak
are you!"
The brunet blinked at him before curling his lip up, exposing his long eyeteeth. "This kind."
The werewolf grumbled, but he supposed the older boy did have a point; vampires were well-known for being selfish, mean, and possessive. "Then what's this fuckin' prenup about?"
Seto growled quietly, then sighed in frustration. "If we're going to mate, I want you to renounce your loyalty to your pack." He paused, then closed his eyes and counted to three. He was not disappointed.
"WHATTA YA MEAN, RENOUNCE MY LOYALTY T' MY PACK!" the blond howled, outraged. He stood and slammed his hands down on the desk, a growl already beginning to build in his throat in fury.
The vampire raised an eyebrow. "I have no interest in donating money to the pack if it won't use that money to help me and mine; I also have no interest in becoming part of some disturbingly large family that won't even like me simply because I'm a vampire."
"…I see your point, but, ya want
me t' give them up just t' be with
you even though I don't even necessarily wanna!" Joey scowled. "Ya want me t' give up security and companionship for
you?"
"I want you to give up a life where if the chance isn't good enough you'll go to work as a stripper," Seto snapped. "The chance of success for your sister's eyesight was still remarkably high, and werewolves heal quickly and completely; her eyes would have healed wonderfully. However, your pack seemed to disregard that fact and instead decided to let her go blind."
The blond's jaw dropped a little in disbelief. "…But… you… I…"
"How is she, by the way? Her surgery was the other day, was it not?" The vampire narrowed his eyes, smirking, as the younger boy sank back into his seat. "Your pack didn't pay for that, Joey.
You did. By showing your body off even when you didn't want to." His expression immediately sobered. "I realize werewolves mate for life. Please don't think that I'll get bored with you and go somewhere else or kick you out. I like to think I'm better than that. Besides, that's what therapists are for."
Joey frowned and looked down at his tail, picking at some of the split ends he found. "…But… if I renounce… I won't… What if my family doesn't wanna speak t' me? You're a vampire, and… and what if my sister doesn't wanna talk t' me? I just couldn't—"
"You took your
clothes off for her, Joey." Seto huffed. "Don't think she doesn't know that. She's a clever girl. You obtained a great deal of money in a small amount of time and there are very few occupations that fit that description. Be grateful that she figured out stripping over prostitution."
"You—ya mean she knows?" the blond gasped, horrified. "How could she ever—"
"I took flowers to her. She asked, and I didn't deny it. I never said yes, but I didn't say no." The brunet paused. "…But she still loves you, Joey. And she respects you and what you did for her."
Joey twisted his tail anxiously, eyes staring sightlessly at his feet. "But if it slips… if she accidentally mentions somethin' that people pick up on… I… I'll be excommunicated, and… and no one would ever mate with me!"
Seto cleared his throat. "
Ahem."
"…Oh. Except you," the blond muttered.
"…
Ouch." The vampire scowled. "Thanks a lot. You know, tons of people would be
dying to be in your position right now." He paused, then smirked. "Though even more would be dying to be in a completely
different position."
Joey shot him a half-hearted glare. "And what position would that be?"
"With my head between their legs." Seto was quite pleased with the way the blond's cheeks immediately burned bright red and the way his jaw dropped. "…I wish I could say I'm kidding, but I'm not."
"…Th-that-! You-! GAH!" The werewolf turned away from him and crossed his arms, huffing indignantly. "Like I want your head anywhere near me! Especially not between my legs!"
The brunet shrugged. "Say what you will.
I know you'd like it, though."
Joey bit his bottom lip, then frowned and turned to look at the prenup. "…I'm… I'm not gonna sign it." He looked up at the vampire and dug his fangs into his lip a little more. "I understand what ya mean, and if ya promise that you'll take care of my family when they need help and the pack won't provide for 'em, I wouldn't mind matin' with ya. It's just…" He motioned at the paper. "I don't wanna do it like this."
Seto stared at him for a moment, then leaned back in his seat. "So what do you suggest we do, Joey?"
"When I tell my pack I mated, they'll take my word for it," the blond replied slowly. "If I say I'm not part of the pack, they'll have to accept it. I'm old enough to decide who I want to mate with and how I want to do it."
The brunet raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Really? They'll just take you at your word?" His eyes widened as the werewolf looked up at him and flexed his hand, shuddering as all the bones in the blond's fingers cracked and popped.
'He could totally take over as alpha of his pack if he wasn't a submissive.' "…So? What do you think about that?" Joey asked unsurely, wondering if the brunet had changed his mind when he hadn't responded a moment later. "…If… if that's not enough, I don't know what…"
"If you say your word is good enough, I'll believe you," Seto stated after a moment. "So. What should we do now?" The brunet raised an eyebrow when the werewolf's cheeks glowed pink again. "…Hmm…?"
"What… what would…" The blond blushed a little more. "…What would you do with your head between my legs?"
The vampire stared at him for a few moments, stunned, then smirked and leaned back in his seat. "I'd probably suck you off and then do some rimming."
Joey blinked slowly. "…W-what's rimming?" he asked in confusion.
"…I… you… Uh…" Seto stared at him for a moment, stunned, then growled and stood. "Fuck this. I'm just going to show you since you're so curious."
"Huh? Huh? Kaiba-? GAH!" The werewolf yelped as the brunet shoved him back in his seat, squirming when he reached for his zipper. "What the hell! No! What are ya—YIPE!" He squealed in embarrassment and tried to shove him away, cheeks flaming even darker as the vampire managed to get his pants down to his knees.
Seto hissed quietly. "This isn't the golden thong, but it's acceptable," he decided, ripping the blond's pants off completely as he knelt between his legs. "Well hello! Silk!"
Joey squeaked in mortification as the brunet nuzzled between his legs, reaching down to grab his hair. "What are you
doing!"
"Worshiping your silk panties. Do all submissive werewolves wear panties?" Before the blond could reply, the vampire hooked his fingers in the hem and smirked up at him. "In any case, I approve. Did you want me to show you what rimming is?"
It was so hard to keep up; the vampire kept changing subjects and giving him that sneaky smirk that werepups were taught to always be wary of! How was he supposed to answer? Especially when he didn't know what he was answering about-!
"I'll take that as a yes," the brunet purred, pulling the silk panties down the werewolf's legs.
Joey squirmed frantically, eyes wide as the vampire leaned down between his legs. "Wait, what are ya—what are you gonna—" He shrieked as he felt something wet and slimy poking at his entrance and immediately dug his nails into the brunet's shoulders. "GAH!"
"OW!" Seto sat up straight and snarled at him, making the blond shrink backward immediately. "Do not dig your claws into my shoulders. Dig them into my back or my arms, but not my shoulders. That's where my wings start when I get them out and it's extremely painful when you do that."
The werewolf immediately yanked his hands back to his chest, nodding quickly. He couldn't help his curiosity, though. "You have wings?"
"If you're a good little puppy and let me finish, I'll even show them to you," the brunet stated, rolling his shoulders slowly. "Until then, kindly
not pierce one of the most sensitive parts of my body."
Joey blushed and nodded in embarrassment. "Okay. I'm sorry." He slid his hands down the older boy's arms, then bit his bottom lip and lifted them to dig into his hair. "I just—I didn't know, and—W-why are ya doin' it-? It's so weird, and…" He blushed a little more. "…Wet."
"…It's my tongue," Seto began, then sighed and shook his head in disbelief. "Never mind. Just… try not to hurt my shoulders again…"
"…'kay," the blond answered quietly. He squeaked in discomfort as the vampire slid his legs over his shoulders but merely jerked his head away. "Nngh!"
Seto purred quietly as he spread the blond's cheeks and carefully lapped at his entrance again, going slowly to make sure that he wouldn't feel claws piercing his shoulders again, then slid his tongue inside. He reached up to grab one of the blond's hips when he jerked in surprise and discomfort to keep from squirming. He had no intention of hurting Joey, even if Joey brought it upon himself with squirming and wriggling.
Joey mewed helplessly and brought a hand up to bite on his knuckles anxiously. "Kai—Se—Nngh! I-I-!" He gasped as he felt the brunet slide a finger inside and squealed quietly, eyes widening as the tip of his finger brushed something that made sparkles shimmer in front of his eyes. "GAH!" Digging his fingers into the vampire's hair again, he howled and arched his hips up. "KAIBA!"
The older boy grunted as the blond yanked him closer but merely slid a second finger in. He hummed as he felt the blond's heels digging into his back and allowed himself to be pushed closer. Reaching up to grasp the werewolf's erection, he paused, then smirked and leaned back. "I think that's enough, don't you?"
"If ya fuckin' stop I'm gonna fucking break your fuckin' head!" Joey snarled, glaring at him, only to mewl in defeat when the fingers still inside him jabbed that sparkly spot again. "Nyu!"
"I never said I wouldn't get you off," Seto purred, smirking, as his eyeteeth began to lengthen again.
The only thing the blond saw after that was a flash of red circling blue and then a bright, shiny explosion in front of his eyes as his body was hit with a surge of pleasure. He howled and thrashed a little, back arching as he reached his climax, then sagged in his seat bonelessly. "Ah… ha… Nn…" He blinked slowly, refusing to let himself pass out this time, then let his gaze slide down in front of him.
He immediately scowled. "Ya seem t' be enjoyin' yourself."
Seto looked up at him in surprise, still sucking on the mark he'd made on his thigh, then glanced away awkwardly. "…Well, um. …I have no excuse," he muttered, laying his head on the blond's leg. "You just taste so good.
No one has ever tasted as good as you."
Joey blushed a little but jerked his head away nonetheless. "Ya still bit other werewolves. How's that s'posed t' make me feel?"
"I just wanted to see if all werewolves tasted as good as you or if it was something unique to you alone," the vampire grumbled. "But I see where I went wrong. I practically forced you to let me drink from you the first time, and I was polite to everyone else. That certainly didn't win any points with you."
"Didn't win ya any points with Alpha Hiroshi, either," the blond quipped, smirking. "You're
still the butt of a 'bat out of hell' joke."
Seto grumbled a little more before latching back onto the werewolf's thigh and continuing to lick up his blood, fully expecting to be thumped on the head. He was surprised when the younger boy just reached back to gently touch his shoulder, and he glanced up to see the blond's eyes not angry, but curious. He nearly melted when the blond's claws danced across his shoulder like a feather's touch, and he wondered what those fingers could do to his wings.
Joey squeaked as the vampire immediately yanked away from him and began tearing his shirt open. "Gah! Kaiba, what are ya—Nngh?" He could only stare as the brunet shouldered his shirt off and arched his back, eyes widening as large, black leathery wings unfurled from his back.
The vampire's eyes deepened to crimson with icy blue pupils, and he spared a hiss before turning and sinking his fangs into the blond's other thigh so he had matching bite marks. "Touch them but be gentle," he mumbled around licking up the blood oozing out of the wound. "More sensitive than my shoulders."
"Oh." The blond hesitated before gently touching the twitching wing on his right. He gasped as it flared open, then reached out to trail over the bone again. He trailed his nails over the leathery skin and smiled as it flexed beneath them. "It's soft." He pinched the skin lightly and giggled. "Silky!"
Seto let his eyes drift closed as the werewolf's fingers continued to pluck and rub his wing, purring quietly as he twisted his other wing around to cup around the chair the blond was seated in. "That feels good… Hmm…" He arched his wing into the younger boy's hands and hissed, curling his arms around the blond's waist and crawling closer to him. "Mm,
Joey…"
"…What are ya…? Seto, are ya—are ya tryin' t' crawl into my lap!"
The brunet paused, eyes wide, then glanced around awkwardly. …Yes. Yes, he was indeed trying to crawl into the blond's lap, and the chair would topple backward if he kept trying to get into it when it was already occupied. "…This isn't what it looks like," he stated after a moment. "I was… merely trying to get closer to your hand."
Joey gave him a look so dirty that he felt stupid for trying to use such a flimsy excuse. "…Yeah. That's totally what it was," the blond stated, then huffed. "Gettin' closer t' my hand."
"…You're sure they'll take your word?" Seto asked after a moment, frowning. He dealt with werewolves on a minimum, but somehow, that didn't seem like enough.
The blond sighed and nodded. "Yes. My word is good enough." He paused, then smirked. "Don't think that distracted me from ya tryin' t' crawl into my lap. I will be teasin' ya for years."
"…Blurgh…" The vampire huffed in defeat and shoved his wings at the blond. "Just pet them again."
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"I'm sorry, Joseph, but your word just isn't good enough."
Seto felt the vein in his temple pulse in annoyance.
'"My word is good enough," my ass!' He glanced at Joey and was surprised to find that he wasn't about to flip out or make threats; deciding to sit back and watch what he decided to do when he saw the determined glint in the glowing brown eyes, he could only wait.
"My word
is good enough, and you'd better find it good enough for your paperwork. I agreed t' renounce my loyalty t' the pack t' mate with Kaiba," Joey stated, looking each and every elder in the eye before he finally locked his gaze on the alpha. "If ya continue to harass me and my mate, I'll go t' the human police and tell them that you're harassin' me. I'll take out a protective order against the entire pack. Not to mention all of the trouble Kaiba could get ya into," he added, shrugging. He couldn't help a smirk. "He's a billionaire, ya know. He has the money t' waste on that sort of thing."
As the elders of the pack snarled and roared in outrage, Hiroshi merely laced his fingers together and placed his head on them. He eyed the blond's posture, no long submissive to everyone, and the way those eyes met his challengingly. As Alpha, he realized he had the right to refuse to acknowledge their mating. However, the pup was no longer submissive to the pack and—as he watched the vampire gently touch the blond's shoulder—only seemed to submit to whom he claimed as his mate.
The elders could bitch and moan all they wanted, but what the blond said was true; Seto Kaiba could
bury them in legalities for years to come, and he'd still have money to spare. Wasting their precious pack funds on something that probably wouldn't bring a profit was not something he'd allow, especially considering that Joey could, quite literally, bring hellfire and brimstone upon them.
At least, he heard that vampires could summon hellfire and brimstone. He'd never actually seen it, though.
Standing, he waved his hand to silence the elders, then turned his gaze back on the blond in front of him. "Alright. I accept your word." He turned and let out a snarl that silenced the elders when they were about to go into an uproar again, then returned his attention to the younger boy. "But the choice is permanent. You can no longer receive the benefits of being in this pack. I can only give you my blessing. However…" He couldn't help a smirk. "I thought you were asking for permission to date Zigfried."
Joey flinched backward as the elders
really lost it, howling in rage that the one werewolf garnering such attention from two extremely wealthy people had renounced his loyalty to the pack.
Fearing for the blond's safety, Seto immediately grabbed the blond, threw him over his shoulder, and bolted. Tearing his balls off was one thing; having his mate being ripped to shreds in fury was a whole other thing entirely!
