The Mythology Set

Intergalactic

"Excuse me. I'm here to pick up cargo for Yugi Moto. He gave me a signed letter and the invoices for it."

Seto looked up from his clipboard in surprise, then frowned at the boy standing before him, reaching up to tuck his hair out of his eyes. "…And just what are you?"

The blond blinked up at him in surprise. "Me? I… I'm a human," he answered awkwardly. "My name is Joey Wheeler…" he added, holding out the letter and invoices he had. "Here…"

The Draconian stared at him a little longer before ripping open the letter and skimming it quickly. He compared the signature on the letter to the signature on the invoices, then nodded. "Everything seems to be in order. Just bring your cart around and I'll have someone load the cargo on."

"'kay," Joey answered, reaching for the papers. He blinked when the brunet merely glared at him. "…What?"

"I need these to figure out which crates are yours," Seto stated crisply, scowling. "And I'd like the letter as evidence in case something goes awry. And I'll take copies of these invoices."

"…Oh." The blond seemed to shrink under his stare. "…I'll go get the wagon," he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets and slinking back down the gangplank.

The Draconian let his eyes drift downward, watching the tight denim cup the blond's butt attractively with each step. His eyes were then drawn to the casual sway of his thin hips, and the brunet hissed quietly as he imagined his hands clamping down on those hips and forcing those firm cheeks to slap against his thighs as he shoved into—

"What are those? Invoices already? We just barely docked," Yami complained, glancing at the papers in his cousin's hands. He blinked as he smelled arousal, then turned his gaze on where the brunet was staring. "What is that?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, and sighed as the blond turned a corner and disappeared. From what he'd seen, that had been a very nice ass.

"That… was a human," Seto replied, turning swiftly to go find the necessary cargo to get the blond on his way. "I'm thinking that I'll just get him his cargo, find someone to guard the ship, and then go find someplace for booze and whores."

"…But humans are supposed to be ugly," the other Draconian muttered thoughtfully. He sighed. "In any case, I think I'll join you. It's been weeks since I've had a decent fuck."

"Then hurry up and help me find the crates that are his and we can go."

"Tch, the whores aren't going anywhere, Seto."

.-.-.-.-.-.

Joey frowned and leaned his chin on his hand, sighing quietly. "I thought Draconians were supposed to be ugly," he muttered to himself, then sighed again and shook his head, returning to kneading the dough for rolls that would be served with dinner, ignorant of the flour on his face.

He couldn't help but blush when he thought back to earlier that day, though, when he'd picked up his friend's cargo. He'd heard that the majority of the crew was Draconian, so he'd steeled himself for an uncomfortable experience where he avoided looking at any of the crew. He'd avoided looking, of course, but only because the cause of his discomfort was on the other end of the spectrum—everyone had been startlingly attractive.

Joey's breath had hitched in surprise as the man turned, eyes widening as he saw the white scales surrounding his glowing blue eyes, the slit pupils widening in the dim light. The brunet had lifted a hand to swipe his bangs out of his face, then tucked his hair back behind his white, three-pronged horns, drawing attention to the scales on the back of his hands that went up to the middle of his forearm like some sort of gauntlets. He wasn't wearing a shirt, either, showing more scales on his shoulders and speckled down his muscular chest. The brunet had been very attractive—more attractive than any of his ship mates, even.

He'd never seen a Draconian before. They usually stuck to their home planet, so when he'd heard the crew was mostly Draconian, he'd been curious but wary. Draconians liked booze and sex, and they rarely travelled anywhere that wasn't exotic or at least warm. The Rox-Pwi-Zae (or RPZ) Space Port was neither of those things and the whores were pretty vanilla. Wham, bam, thank-you-Sam-pay-me-so-I-can-leave was their modus operandi. Draconians supposedly liked really… 'out-there' sex.

The Draconian he'd spoken too hadn't been too scary. In fact, he'd been rather nice, if a little short, but he'd attributed that to cabin fever and the need to get off of the ship. He'd noticed that the man had been incredibly muscular without looking too bulky, too, which made him wonder if their muscles were made differently. It wouldn't surprise him, considering Joey had had to get Tristan to help him unload the crates that a single Draconian had carried.

Joey blushed a little as he remembered how the brunet's muscles had rippled beneath his skin. He'd had large hands and strong arms. He'd always been sort of a hand man. And the idea of those big hands grasping his hips as the Draconian dragged him onto his big—

"Joey, we have some early customers," Serenity stated, poking her head into the kitchen. "Their ship just got in and they look exhausted."

"Uuuuhhhhh… I got nothin' ready yet. The soup's still cookin' and I hafta bake the bread, sooo… Booze them up until the food's ready," Joey ordered, frowning. "On the house. Twenty minutes tops for the soup."

"Um, I already offered them free beer, but the captain's asking for some faunderberry wine." She bit her bottom lip as she watched her brother's shoulders stiffen. "When I tried to tell them that we didn't have any, he said that any semi-decent tavern and inn would have faunderberry wine and if we don't have any we must not even be that decent and they'd leave."

Faunderberry wine was one of the highest-end wines in the galaxy, and while they had some, they refused to sell it to people, mostly because they would never be able to gain back the money that the owner of the inn had shelled out for it. Unlike other wines that could be resealed after pouring a glass or two, faunderberry wine went bad immediately after the cork was put back; faunderberries were fickle and the unsterilized air that was sealed in with them would rot the liquid into something more like glue than wine.

Joey turned to face her slowly. "Did you tell him that he'd have to buy the whole bottle and it would be five thousand engues?"

She nodded nervously. "He said he wouldn't pay more than three."

"Thousand?"

"…Hundred. But Joey, he looked serious when he said they'd leave and he looks just mean enough to spread the word that we're not a decent inn and we didn't exactly buy it and—" Serenity began frantically, knowing that if people stopped coming to the inn, the owner would fire them and terrified that the meager amount of money they'd managed to scrimp together to buy their own apartment would instead be used to get them by until they could both find new jobs.

"I'll meet ya out there and you can introduce me t' the captain," Joey replied soothingly, offering her a calm smile. He was pleased to see her relax a little. "I still have that bottle that Yug' gave me as a birthday present a few years ago. Lemme just grab it." He watched her leave, then scowled and hissed angrily. "Whatever bastard you are, I hope ya die," he muttered, before descending to the wine cellar.

Retrieving the bottle of wine that would either make or break the inn for the moment, he took a breath to calm himself down before he walked into the dining room. He was surprised to find the Draconian crew he'd seen earlier, but when he saw his sister stressing out and the brunet he'd found attractive looking a little more than irate, he felt nothing but the desire to protect his sister.

Once he approached them, he shoved his sister behind him protectively and smiled what he hoped was a pleasant smile at the Draconian. "My sister said that you'd like some faunderberry wine, sir?"

"Tch, about time. –But let me guess, you're only going to let me have it as long as I pay some exorbitant fee."

The blond's eyes narrowed dangerously when he heard the contempt in his voice. Perhaps it hadn't just been cabin fever. Maybe the guy was actually just a dick. "Oh, I'm gonna let ya have it, sir," he stated pleasantly, flipping the bottle in his hand so that it was upside down.

Serenity realized what he was about to do and gasped. "Joey, don't—"

But she was too late.

Joey brought the bottle down on the brunet's head with every intent of knocking him out and throwing him outside, but he had seriously misjudged how hard the dragon-man's skull was. He watched the blue liquid drip down the brunet's head in amusement, however, as the Draconian and the rest of his crew gaped at him, jaws dropped and eyes wide. He'd just broken a very expensive bottle over a paying customer's head. What was wrong with him?

Grabbing the brunet's horn, he gave it a shake and growled, "Ya ever make my sister feel awkward like that again and I will take this broken bottle, slice ya open, and rip out yer guts t' strangle ya with 'em. Ya pickin' up what I'm puttin' down, Captain?" When the Draconian nodded, he growled again. "Good. Now get the fuck outta my dining room, asshole."

Without pausing to hear a reply, he stood up straight and immediately turned, sweeping out of the room with a quiet hum. "Serenity, remind me that I need t' get that money from Yug'. Rent's due this week."

Serenity gaped after him as well, then looked at the wine-stained captain, then back at her brother. Her mouth moved wildly, as if trying to speak, before she squeaked and looked back at the table of Draconians. "I'm so sorry! If I'd known he'd react like that—"

The brunet stood slowly, lifting a hand to wipe some of the blue liquid from his face, then slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out a roll of bills. "Let's go," he ordered quietly, and the rest of the crew silently followed him.

She watched the door shut behind them and flinched as the door and windows rattled because of the Draconian captain's infuriated roar. The roar lasted almost thirty seconds, and she wondered just how much air a Draconian's lungs could hold when the roar was abruptly cut off and she heard the rest of the crew's rumbling voices as the group left to find a different inn. She swallowed nervously and reached out to timidly grab the roll of bills, eyes widening as she counted the red papers.

It was five thousand engues.

.-.-.-.-.-.

Seto sat up and sighed, ignoring the way the woman pressed against him cooed invitingly for another round. 'Going for food before sating my desire was probably a bad idea anyway.' He reached up to rub the spot where the blond had broken the bottle on his head, frowning, then sighed and made a shooing motion with his hand. "I'm finished. How much did you say that was?"

The prostitute was obviously disappointed (who wouldn't be? Draconians were excellent lovers), but he no longer found her pout attractive now that he'd sated himself. "Fifty engues."

Seto stood and slipped his pants on, then pulled out a single green coin and flipped it to her, marveling at how cheap the whores were at this port. Walking toward the door, he paused as he opened it and looked back at her. "Do you know a place I could stay for the night?"

"Dog Star is the best inn on this port," she sighed, rolling her eyes in annoyance. She was a whore, not a tour guide. "Any other inns or boarding houses aren't as clean and the food is terrible." She batted her eyelashes seductively. "Of course, you could always stay the night with me…"

"No," the brunet cut in swiftly. "No, I couldn't. I've got to see to it that my crew is safe and while I'm certain they would all love to stay in your room, I don't think you could handle it." He paused thoughtfully. "You should up your price. I would have paid you a hundred engues for that."

He closed the door behind himself as she sputtered and raged at the potential profit she could have gotten and made his way downstairs, reaching back to run his fingers over the ridge of small spikes down his spine. He'd forgotten to warn her about them. Luckily, she'd taken it in stride and hadn't even complained about it when he'd licked her fingers clean of blood. The whores in this port were easy and cheap.

He didn't know if that was a good thing or not, though.

Seto licked his lips as he reached the bottom of the stairs. Yami looked up from the book he'd been reading and raised an eyebrow. "Why is it that the rest of the crew is never as quick or efficient at sating themselves?"

"Because they don't have the same amount of control we do." The brunet frowned and reached up to touch his sticky hair. He'd managed to rinse his face and arms by splashing them with water from a water barrel, but he was still a little sticky and he hadn't been able to get it out of his hair before the owner of said water barrel began snarling at him. "…That inn that we were at? Apparently, it's the best inn there is in this port."

"So we're supposed to go back and sleep in our ship again." It was more of a statement than a question. He understood what it meant. He just wasn't sure the rest of his cousin's crew would.

Seto sighed. "I'm going to go back and apologize. Hopefully, he'll let the rest of the crew stay there, even if he won't let me."

Yami raised an eyebrow. "So you'll stay at a low-rated inn instead?"

"Don't be stupid. I'd rather sleep in a hammock."

"…You hate hammocks."

"Exactly."

.-.-.-.-.-.

Joey scowled as he heard a quiet knock on the kitchen door that led to the alley behind the inn but didn't turn away from the bowls he was pouring soup into. "What? If it's a delivery just put it inside the door and I'll pay ya in a minute." He set the bowls on a tray and moved to place it on the window. "Serenity! Soup's up!"

Turning as he wiped some sweat from his brow, he wiped his floury hands on the towel hanging from his waist. "How much do I owe—You." He immediately narrowed his eyes and reached for a frying pan. "What do you want?" he hissed, glaring at the Draconian that was standing just inside the door.

The brunet lifted his hands in a placatory manner. "I just wanted to apologize for earlier."

"Uh huh." Joey scowled and held the frying pan up threateningly. "That's all, right?"

"Well, I also wanted to ask if you'd allow my crew to stay here tonight. You don't have to allow me to stay here, of course," he added hastily when the blond lifted the pan threateningly. "My crew didn't have anything to do with how we stressed out your sister. I was out of line and I should have gone and sated myself before I even tried to eat, and I apologize, because I know that I'm an ass even at the best of times."

"You're damn right," the blond snapped, but he relaxed a little. "…Ya really want your crew to stay here, even if you can't?"

The Draconian frowned. "We have been away from port for three months. I want them to have hot baths and sleep in actual beds. We'll be leaving port again in a week or two and I'd rather they have some simple pleasures so that the morale isn't completely low when we depart."

"You were a total dick t' me and my sister even though she was nice enough to let your entire crew in here." Joey scowled. "And you're tellin' me it's just 'cause ya were horny?"

The brunet sighed. "I'm Draconian. Draconian libidos are three times higher than humans' libidos and we're much more aggressive if we're—"

"Horny?" Joey spat, glaring at him.

"…I was going to say 'unsated,' but I suppose 'horny' works," the Draconian mumbled. He sighed again and shook his head. "In any case, I'd really appreciate it if—Guh!" He lurched backward when the blond suddenly advanced on him and reached back to grab the door's handle in case he needed to make a quick escape. "What the hell-!"

"You'll only be here for two weeks at the most?" Joey asked skeptically, but relaxed his grip on the frying pan. "Just two?"

The older boy shifted awkwardly. "I don't intend on taking any longer to receive more orders for our ship to deliver, no."

"…You guys can stay," Joey muttered, taking a step back. "But only if ya don't hit on my sister and only if ya promise not t' bring prostitutes in here and you'll be sharin' rooms!"

"Alright." The Draconian looked surprised about how agreeable he was being. "There's an odd number, though, so perhaps we could just move another bed into one of the rooms for a threesome…?" He raised an eyebrow as the blond's cheeks flushed, wondering what had gotten into him, until he realized that he smelled pheromones. Smirking, he asked, "What, does the word 'threesome' make you feel awkward, sir?"

"Shut up it's just been a while for me okay it's gonna be three hundred engues for each of ya!" the human exclaimed, taking a step back and spinning back toward the oven to check if the bread was ready—not to hide his blushing cheeks, he told himself awkwardly.

"Two hundred fifty? Is everything in this port cheap?"

Joey turned back to him sharply, scowling. "It's not cheap. It's just that ya pay for your food separately, and that's fifty more engues, and—"

"I'd pay you at least five hundred engues," the Draconian stated, scowling. "There are fifteen of us. We'll be taking up seven of your rooms. We'll be staying for at least a week. How do you profit when you only charge two hundred and fifty engues for all of us when—" He paused. "…How did you even afford faunderberry wine?"

The blond blushed awkwardly. "…It was a birthday present. My friend gave it to me. It wasn't one of the inn's bottles."

"You smashed a five-thousand-engue birthday present on my head?" the brunet asked, astounded and appalled. "Why would someone waste something so precious on someone who doesn't appreciate it?"

"I appreciate it! I let him stay here for free when he needs to and run errands for him sometimes!" the human defended, blushing even more even as he glared at the taller male. "A-and besides, it's none of your business what I do with my gifts, so—"

The Draconian snorted sarcastically. "Yes, you're quite a threatening picture in your pink apron and wielding a frying pan."

Joey frowned and turned back to the oven, placing the frying pan on the stove slowly. "…It was my mom's apron. I don't see a point in buying a new one just because I don't like the color of the one I already have. And this is an argule-steel frying pan, so it's really hard, and—"

"EEEEEK!"

Joey turned sharply as he heard his little sister's startled yelp and grabbed the frying pan again, storming through the swinging door. Once he'd targeted the man pawing his darling sibling, he threw the frying pan with surprising accuracy. As the shining silver pan met hard rock with a dull 'thock' and bounced off ineffectively, he swallowed when he realized he'd just smacked a Nguyaien Stharprot with a frying pan and had just involved himself in a duel that he immediately knew he wouldn't win.

'Oh shit. Oh shit.' He swallowed thickly as the large, piggish-looking alien stood up, its body made out of hard stone. He nearly choked when he saw the small divot in the otherwise smooth rock-flesh; breaking the flesh was considered an insult to the Stharprot people. 'He is going to beat the shit out of me,' he realized when the Stharprot came to tower over him, its impressive eight-foot height making him feel incredibly small. 'Oh shit!'

The Stharprot snarled and raised its fist, clenching its three fingers together and making it look like a giant boulder. He flinched as it began falling toward him and covered his head, but then he felt himself being tugged up against a hard, warm body and he heard a soft smack of rock against firm flesh. Peeking upward, he saw that the Draconian he'd been speaking with was holding him protectively even as he glared up at his attacker, arm trembling with exertion from stopping the heavy limb with just one hand but still holding strongly against it.

The Draconian hissed quietly, eyes beginning to glow. "I've just sated myself, 'Prot," he hissed, putting emphasis on the derogatory term and forcing himself not to smirk when the Stharprot snarled in fury. "You are no match for me, 'Prot. If you want a fuck, go find a whore; they're incredibly cheap here and I would prefer that the inn that my crew and I are staying at not be broken to bits."

Joey's breath hitched as he felt the already silent room seem to buzz with hushed anxiety. Draconians were dangerous alone, but in a group, they could be destructive. Hell, this single Draconian was holding up a Stharprot's heavy limb with just one arm. If it was true that an entire group of Draconians were staying at the inn, no one else would want to come and stay there while they occupied it.

He flinched as he heard chairs scraping across the floor and money being dropped on the tables before everyone in the dining room fled, and he felt the brunet's body relax as the Stharprot escaped as well. He took a step back and sighed quietly, then turned to look at the door, grimacing at the impact all of the empty tables had on his mental wallet. "Gods, we're gonna be lucky we don't get fired," he muttered, making his way over to his sister and helping her to stand as she blinked around the room in a startled daze. "You okay, Serenity?"

"Yes. –That hurt," she muttered, frowning, and rubbed her arm.

The Draconian approached them immediately, scowling. "Would you like me to go break off his hand?"

Serenity stared at him in surprise, then giggled and blushed, glancing away quickly. "No, that's okay, really."

Joey frowned. "Wha—You don't actually think this guy's attractive, do ya, Ren?"

She giggled again as the brunet grunted in offense and hid her face in her brother's chest. "No, I was just imagining him walking around the port carrying a Stharprot's hand."

The blond raised an eyebrow, then chuckled a little himself and shook his head. "Yeah, that would be kinda funny, I guess." He glanced around at the empty tables and sighed. "Well, let's get this cleaned up. I guess your crew can have single rooms, now," he added back to the brunet. "Who should I put the bill under?"

The Draconian frowned, looking around at all of the empty seats, then sighed. "Put it under Seto Kaiba."

.-.-.-.-.-.

"Ms. Wheeler, put the charges for our stay on my tab, and tell your brother that I'll pay it off at the end of the week," Seto ordered, leaning over the bar as she carefully checked out another patron. He frowned thoughtfully as he watched an unfamiliar blonde woman with feathers in her hair and large, brown-gold wings sweep out of the kitchen door and into the dining room with a tray of food. "Doesn't your brother usually do that?"

"Oh, someone spiked my brother's drink with Queenlace," Serenity sighed, frowning. "Luckily, Tristan was here and threw the person out of the inn, but by then Joey had drunk the entire glass. The doctor said he shouldn't work for at least another few days unless he wanted to end up sexually assaulting one of the customers."

Seto huffed. "I keep telling him that you should get some sort of bouncer, but does he listen to me?"

"No," she replied, smiling a bit. "But you know that's the inn owner's choice and not ours; we'd love to have a bouncer. So your crew is sating itself before it comes in? How did you get finished so quickly?"

"I haven't sated myself yet. I just thought I'd check us in first, since I figured you knew how to handle my temper already. …And your brother thinks it's cute when my tail twitches." He frowned in concern. "Is your brother really okay? How big was the dose?"

Serenity glanced away awkwardly. "Er, it was double the amount for a human should be. He's been up in his room for a week and a half already, but the owner wants him to come out and actually earn his keep regardless of how he's feeling, so Joey's been really stressed out on top of everything. …I had to lock him up there and have Tristan deliver his food so he wouldn't maul any of us or the customers…"

"I almost want to go up and check on him, but if he's that far-gone, perhaps it's better to go sate myself first." Seto scowled. He'd been looking forward to bantering with the blond. The human was incredibly attractive when he was giggling and he had to admit that it was fun to play their twisted game of tag when Joey was trying to touch his tail and he was desperately trying to keep his hands away.

"Well, the doctor said that if he had a partner to help him work off the drug, that would help him get better a bit sooner," she began thoughtfully, then blushed when she realized that she was suggesting one of their best customers go up and have sex with her brother. "Er, that is, I was just—Why don't you go and sate yourself, Seto."

Seto stared at her for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and tilted his head skeptically. "Would your brother even want to have sex with me? I know the prostitutes will, because I'm paying them, but for the most part, humans don't really like even looking at me."

"Well where the hell are we supposed to look when muscular young men come by?" Serenity exclaimed, scowling.

Seto blinked at her, stunned. He'd never heard her cuss before. He watched her eyes widen and her cheeks burn bright red before she sank beneath the bar. He leaned over it and raised both his brows inquisitively. "What are you doing?"

"Just go away!" she exclaimed, covering her face and leaning her head against the hard wood.

"…Humans are weird. What room is your brother in?"

"The last one on the left now go away!"

Seto chuckled but leaned back. "We'll need an extra room. My brother came with us this trip because he doesn't understand why I keep mapping my voyages to include this port."

"Why do you keep coming to this port if you don't need to?" Serenity asked, standing up straight, even though her cheeks were still dusted pink.

"The fabulous food, the comfy beds, and the humans that run the inn," he replied swiftly, making her cheeks flush again.

Walking down the hall, he hummed to himself quietly. He'd only had a ready answer because he'd already been asked that question and had had to think long and hard about his answer. He'd admit that the food was excellent as far as eating out went, and the beds were more comfortable than hammocks, and spending time talking to Serenity about the port and everything on it was interesting. But he'd discovered the real reason he kept coming back was because of her spunky brother, who was crass and feisty and didn't care who he pissed off.

Seto licked his lips as he smelled arousal and sexual frustration. Perhaps he should have gone to sate himself before he came to tease his favorite human. …But Serenity had said the drug could be worked off faster with help, and he had to admit that he'd thought the blond was attractive ever since he'd seen him the first time (dampened by having a bottle of expensive wine broken over his head, but interest had been rekindled after the Stharprot incident).

Oh, what the hell.

Seeing a chair hooked under the knob of the door at the end, he carefully set it aside and knocked before he opened the door, deciding not to wait for an answer. He froze in the doorway as his nose was immediately assaulted with the stronger scents of desperation and dissatisfaction along with the heady smell of release.

Joey was lying in the middle of his bed in a sweaty mess, chest heaving as his hips shook with need. He reached down to paw at his erection and whimpered, covering his face with his other hand in embarrassment when he realized that someone was watching him and it wasn't Tristan or his sister. "Go away-!"

Seto's eyes darted from the flushed cheeks to the hand between his legs to the discarded sex toy covered in vanilla-scented lube, his breath already coming shorter as he continued to inhale all of the scents hanging about the room. He swallowed thickly, then stepped further into the room and shut the door loudly behind himself.

Joey struggled into a sitting position, trying to get ready to protect himself, but when he saw the Draconian watching him, his blush darkened just a bit. "Seto-! W-what are ya doin' in here? I—Serenity must've told ya—"

"She did." Seto licked his lips and began to purr as his eyes darted to the dildo again before flicking back up to the blond's face. "She also mentioned that if someone helped you, you'd be back to normal sooner. And I was very upset that you weren't in the kitchen to tease me about my tail."

The human tilted his head. "Really? I thought ya hated that, and…"

"How far are you willing to go with me?" the brunet cut in, prowling toward him. "I know the prostitutes are willing to do more than just sex if you pay them more, but I don't want to push you into anything. If you tell me to stop, I'll stop."

Joey gulped and looked the Draconian up and down, then shivered when he remembered his first impression of the older boy. And now his imagination was becoming real and the brunet wanted to have sex with him and—

Yessss.

Seto grunted as the blond leapt on him and hurriedly reached down to catch his legs, even though the human had done a good job of anchoring himself to him and was currently nomming his neck like his life depended on it. "Ow."

Joey moaned as the hard muscles rippled against him and shivered as the brunet's hands cupped his ass like he'd always imagined them doing and glad that it felt even better than he'd thought it would. "Nn, I want ya t' fuck me so hard," he cooed, nuzzling the brunet's throat and kissing the hickey he'd made lightly. He paused, then sat up straight and tilted his head. "Wouldja do somethin' for me, Seto?"

"With how hard you made me, I can't imagine saying no unless it's completely disgusting," the Draconian replied.

The blond bit his bottom lip, then hid his face. "No, never mind. None of my other partners wanted to, so—"

"None of your other partners were me," Seto stated quietly. "I'd like to at least hear what you want before you decide I won't do it."

Joey shuddered a little before quietly explaining, "I don't mind bein' the bottom, but I'd like t' know I'd have some control over what we're doin'." He bit his bottom lip again. "…Would… would ya mind wearin' a collar and leash? I won't tug on 'em or anything, I just…"

The brunet's chest rumbled quietly as he hummed thoughtfully. "A collar and leash? …That's not a terrible idea…" His hum turned into a purr as he began kneading the blond's cheeks not roughly, but hard enough to make him arch against him. "I could be the unruly slave-pet that's finally taking advantage of his master…" He pressed the human into the mattress and growled quietly. "Because his master has ignored his slave-pet's physical needs as well as his own. Poor, innocent little master…"

"Ngh!" Joey blushed and clawed at the cabinet of his bedside table. "In there-!" His breath hitched as the brunet ground their hips together. "Uhn-!"

Seto reached down to drag out a collar and chain-leash. He eyed the sharp spikes around the collar and smirked. "Who knew humans could be so kinky?"

"It's not kinky, it's just—shut up!" the blond exclaimed, scowling.

The older boy continued to purr. "I never said there was anything bad about it." He latched the collar around his neck and whined when the blond immediately reached up to unbuckle it. "What?"

"Ya got it on too tight," Joey muttered, frowning. "I'm tryin' to reassure myself, not strangle ya, ya moron." He squealed as the brunet immediately latched onto throat with his teeth. "Those are sharp!"

"'m Draconian. 'course they're sharp." Seto nuzzled his neck tenderly as he slid his hands down the blond's sides. Pulling the younger boy's legs apart, he slithered down to lap at his erection as he trailed his fingers between his cheeks. "You're not going to need much preparation. Do you want me to use a condom?"

Joey moaned and arched his back as he felt the brunet's fingers slip into him. "You use a condom with your prostitutes-?"

"Always." Seto licked the inside of the blond's thigh before giving it a sharp nip, watching the skin bruise red and purple as he continued to leave little hickeys along it. "But you're not a prostitute. You're a friend. I'll use a condom if you want me to."

"You don't have any diseases or anything, do ya?" He squeaked after a particularly hard nip and shuddered as the older boy's fingers delved deeper inside of him to stroke the special spot that sent fire up his spine. "Uh-!"

"Draconians are incapable of keeping sexual diseases." Seto slurped quietly and spread the blond's legs further. "We get them, but our immune system fights them off. It's our bodies' natural defenses so that we can continue to sate ourselves."

"Oh. Well, I guess I—Ngh!" He squeaked as he saw the brunet slithering lower between his legs and tightened his grip on the leash to pull him back up. He nearly sighed in relief when the brunet obediently crawled back up his body and lifted his legs to hook over his hips. "I don't mind rimming," he explained as the brunet raised an eyebrow at him inquisitively. "I just didn't think you'd appreciate all of the different flavors of lube. I've been goin' through it like candy."

The older boy glanced at the blond's dildo and hummed. "I noticed."

"You don't hafta use a condom if you're sure ya haven't got anything nasty," Joey continued, then glanced at the leash in his hand. "If it gets too uncomfortable, tell me."

"Okay." Seto reached down to open his pants and caught the blond's lips in a kiss. Once the blond was distracted, he pressed the head of his erection to the younger boy's entrance, whining quietly as the damp hole seemed to welcome him inside. "Is it okay if I start?"

Joey arched his hips up and nodded. "Yeah, just—slow, I think—my dildo's smaller than you and—" He gasped and threw his head back weakly as he felt the brunet pressing into him, digging his teeth into his bottom lip to try and hold back a breathy moan. "Seto…" He arched his hips up and whimpered. "Oh-!"

"Does that feel good?" the older boy cooed, digging his sharp nails into the blond's ass lightly. "You're so tight…" He smiled a little when he felt the leather around his neck dig into his skin as the human unconsciously tugged at the leash. "More?"

"Yeeesss!" Joey used his legs to pull him closer, hooking one ankle over the other behind the brunet's thighs to try and press more into him. "Nn…! Seto, put it all in-!" He grabbed the Draconian's hair and glared at him sharply. "And if ya try t' make the excuse of Draconian dicks bein' bigger than human ones and that ya don't wanna hurt me, I will murder you."

Seto paused, then shrugged helplessly. "Don't blame me when you're sore tomorrow."

The blond snorted. "Like I'd ever complain about bein'—huh!" He whimpered as he felt the brunet pressing in the rest of the way, stretching him so much that he felt a pleasant burning sensation. "Ooh, I almost forgot what that felt like…!" He arched his hips up and mewled. "Yessss!"

The Draconian purred and grasped the blond's cheeks tighter. "I'm going to move now. Okay?"

"Yeah… Nn… Yes…" Joey groaned in complaint as the brunet drew out of him and shuddered a little. "Seto…!" He yelped as the older boy slammed back into him, eyes widening sightlessly as the brunet's cock slammed into the spot that made him see stars. "Guh! Oh God yes Seto more please!" he panted, trembling as the Draconian continued to drive into him.

Seto rumbled quietly as the human's body clenched around him, burying his face in the blond's neck as he humped him roughly. "You're going to have to give me a show later…" When the younger boy hummed inquisitively, he chuckled. "Humans always seem to underestimate just how sexy masturbation can be. I didn't get to see you using that dildo, you know."

"Uh! Nn…!" Joey gasped and scrabbled at the brunet's back with his free hand as he unconsciously yanked at the leash in the other one. "Oh, Seto, yes!" He groaned as the brunet altered his thrusts a little, eyes rolling back as his hips arched upward to meet him. "Uh-! Oh! Ah! Huh-!" He yanked on the leash to drag the brunet's head down to kiss him.

The brunet growled and thrust his tongue into his mouth, dominating the kiss just like he was dominating the younger boy's body. He moaned and slid his hands up the blond's sides before sliding them behind his back and sitting up straight. "Mm…"

"Ngh!" Groaning as he felt the older boy's shaft sink deeper inside of him, Joey leaned his head against the Draconian's shoulder and sighed. "So big… Hhh…"

"You're definitely going to be sore in the morning," Seto muttered, nipping his neck lightly.

"'m gonna come," the blond whimpered, reaching up to grab the older boy's hair. "Seto, 'm gonna come…!"

The brunet chuckled. "That usually happens when you have sex."

"Nn-!" Joey gasped and tossed his head back with a scream of completion, hips shaking as the older boy continued to thrust into him. "SETO!"

"Ngh, so tight-!" Seto groaned as the blond clenched around him and sank his teeth into his shoulder as he continued to thrust into him. He felt the human's nails digging into his back and whined quietly, trying to hold back his own release as he felt the blond going boneless in his arms. His whine turned into a rumbling growl as the younger boy began kissing his neck, quickly followed by a loud roar of completion.

Joey mewled as he felt the brunet releasing inside of him, feeling the vibrations from his roar down to his bones and loving every second of it. Tugging on the leash lightly, he nudged his lips against his jaw until the older boy dipped his head to kiss him. "Mm… Seto… Ha…"

Seto kissed him a few moments longer, then purred as he broke the kiss to instead lick and kiss the wound he'd made. "Did that feel good, Joey?"

"Yeah… God, yes…" He turned his head to catch the brunet's lips again and squeaked when he felt how wet his lips were. He leaned back quickly and blushed as he saw that the Draconian's lips were smeared with red liquid. "Uh-?"

"…I got a little too excited," the brunet admitted, glancing away in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to bite you so hard."

"…Huh." Joey tilted his head, then snorted. "I didn't even notice. 'nd I'm currently too tired t' care. I need a nap. I've been masturbatin' for hours and what we just did took up all the energy I had left. Guh." He paused, then glanced up at the brunet and purred, "But don't pull outta me yet, 'kay?"

Seto made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a desperate squeak. Normally, he'd be ashamed or embarrassed for making that noise, but when the blond cooed and arched against him, he made the noise again. "You're a damn tease, Joey Wheeler," he spat, laying his head on the human's unwounded shoulder. "You're getting me hard again just in time for you to go to sleep."

"Power nap. Twenty minutes. Then I'm gonna ride the fuck out of ya, 'kay?" the younger boy explained cheerfully.

The brunet squeaked again even as he glared at him. "Tease."

.-.-.-.-.-.

Serenity smiled as she placed a mug of steaming hot sugar-brandy in front of her brother and a large glass of sewart-flower wine in front of the brunet. "I'm glad you're feeling better, Joey. I was really scared for you!"

"Sorry about that. I really shoulda known better," the blond laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "I knew the guy was shifty. I shouldn't have accepted that drink. I was just so tired…"

Seto snorted and took a sip of his amber liquid. "The owner should hire more help then. Or hire a bouncer. Or both. You know what, if he can't hire both, he should at least hire a bouncer."

Joey rolled his eyes and sighed. "Yeah. Because Queenlace was gonna kill me. Tristan was there; I was fine."

"He's not always going to be there," the brunet began, scowling, before his expression faded into confusion. "You two keep saying Queenlace, but I've never heard of it. What is it? How does it affect you?"

The two siblings glanced at each other before Joey looked away, snickering. Serenity merely smiled. "Well, you probably know it better as blofuega root."

Seto nodded a little in comprehension. "I see." The drug wasn't described as 'making a person's blood boil with need' for nothing. He paused, then looked up from his drink, baffled. "Why do you call it Queenlace then?"

The two humans didn't even pause as they both swiftly replied, "Because the queen is a whore." They looked at each other, then dissolved into hysterical laughter.

Seto blinked. "…What."

"The queen on their home planet," Mai explained, rolling her eyes as she set down a steak in front of each of them. "Their planet is one of the few ruled by matriarchs rather than patriarchs. While previous queens usually only took on one or maybe two consorts, the recent queens have been more… Let's just call it 'sexually free' and leave it at that."

The Draconian stared at her for a few moments before tilting his head, baffled. "What planet are these two from then? I'd always assumed Earth."

"These two are actually from a planet called Zurthu," the harpy replied, shrugging. "Apparently, humans had made a home on that planet as well. Besides, Earth isn't really inhabitable for humans unless you're into being burned. Their sun-star has expanded and warmed up Earth to be a balmy one hundred and fifty-two degrees."

Seto raised an eyebrow. "Balmy indeed. When did that happen?"

"Well, that was the heat when humans fled that planet two-thousand years ago. Who knows how hot it is now. Oh, come on, you two. That joke is old and it's not even that funny to begin with," Mai griped, scowling at them. "I don't know why you always laugh so hard."

'Two thousand years ago?' The Draconian was floored. 'Perhaps I should keep up on news outside of The Drake Gazette from home.'

Of course, he'd never really cared to know about humans because they were supposed to be ugly and bad in bed, so he'd never really cared about their history, either. Perhaps he should learn more about their history. After all, Joey and Serenity were certainly interesting, so their home planet must have been interesting, too.

"Hey, hey, Seto."

Seto jerked and turned toward the blond quickly. "Hmm?"

Joey frowned. "Your steak's gettin' cold. Eat it before it tastes bad."

"Okay. You know Draconians like cold meat just as much as hot meat, right?"

The blond raised an eyebrow. "Uh, sure. Whatever." He took a minute to cut his steak before looking back up at him and smirking. "I start workin' again in twenty minutes, but I go on break in a few hours. My break's long enough for a quickie and I'm still kinda horny."

Seto couldn't help it; he began to purr, even as he leaned toward the human and hissed, "If you eat quickly enough, we could have a quickie before you even start."

The blond squealed in delight and lunged at him, tackling him out of his chair as he latched onto the older boy's throat. Seto couldn't help a startled roar as his chair shifted backward and flailed a little, kicking the table over as they fell backward. He was about to snarl in annoyance, but then the human's mouth was on his, and he couldn't bring himself to care, especially when the blond was writhing in a manner that clearly conveyed 'I want cock and I want it now.'

He ignored the cat-calling and jeers from the rest of his crew as he began to paw the human's smaller body.

.-.-.-.-.-.

"You really shouldn't have expected anything different. You made one of the guests break a chair and a table just because he said he'd have sex with you before work," Mai scolded, but ran her fingers through the humans' hair nonetheless, her clawed fingers somehow comforting on their scalps even when they both felt like crap.

Joey grunted in annoyance. "He would choose today to come in and check on things. I'm sorry, Serenity."

"I didn't like working there anyway," she assured, smiling at him.

"…You could always come work for me," Seto began thoughtfully. When the two humans gave him a glare, thinking the offer was charity, he huffed. "Not forever, you dolts. You clearly don't have good opportunities for jobs on this port. Work for me until we get to another port, and then find work there."

"Yes," Yami agreed, coming to stand next to them. "Work for someone that isn't such a stingy bastard. –We've all decided that we do not want to stay at this inn," he explained at the brunet's inquisitive expression. "The crew agrees that the owner of this inn is a complete asshole and want nothing to do with a man that would fire the people that had been running his business for him while he was off… doing things."

"…Come work on our planet!" Mokuba suggested, smiling. "Everyone will want to come see you! We were always told that humans were ugly, and having two such pretty humans working on our planet—everyone will want to come see you, and when they see how polite and how hard-working you are—"

"Draconians do appreciate hard workers," Yami added.

Seto tilted his head, frowning thoughtfully, then scowled. When other Draconians saw just how good-looking humans could be, they'd start thinking about what it would be like to have sex with them. Joey was fantastic in bed, and he could only assume that Serenity was the same, but the thought of Joey having sex with anyone but him (or the idea of innocent, sweet Serenity having sex at all) really made his blood boil, and not in the normal way that he liked.

He'd speak with them privately once they were underway again. Until then, he'd have to find sleeping quarters for Serenity that Joey would approve of. He supposed he could give up the bed in his stateroom on the ship, but hammocks gave him backaches and—

"—Seto? …Seto?" Joey raised an eyebrow when he saw the glazed-over expression on the brunet's face. After a moment, he leaned over a little to gently trace the tip of his finger over the fourteen inches of the Draconian's sensitive tail, knowing how sensitive it was and, while not wanting to hurt him, he knew it would get the older boy's attention.

Seto squawked and jerked away, startled, then let out an offended roar as the blond took off running and immediately began chase. "WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!"

Serenity watched her brother shriek as the brunet grabbed for him and dodge away, then turned to look at the Captain's brother. "…So if we're working on your brother's ship, where am I staying?"

Mokuba blinked. "Why wouldn't you stay in the cabin with the rest of the crew?"

Mai and Serenity immediately gave him a glare that could have shaved the skin right off of him.

Yami laughed nervously. "Obviously it would be unacceptable to make a young human girl sleep in the same place with grown Draconian men. We'll work something out." When the younger boy opened his mouth (probably to say something insensitive because he didn't understand why a healthy girl that had reached sexual maturity wouldn't want to be around men), he grabbed him in a somewhat playful headlock and hissed, "Shut up if you want to live. Seto would kill me if I let you die just because you insulted a girl. She is not Draconian. Remember that."

The way the raven-haired boy paled and nodded, he knew that Mokuba had finally realized just how close he was to being murdered by a human and a harpy that he hadn't even meant to insult.

The voyage to the next port was bound to be at least a little tense and awkward.