100 Puppies and Dragons

Author's Note: Extreme AU, I think. I don't know where I was going with this. :|

Dangerous Territory

Seto leaned against the wall of a building and groaned, clenching the wound in his left side. "Uhn… Damn it." He bit his bottom lip as he heard someone coming into the alley behind him, releasing his wound in favor of reaching for the gun holstered on his hip. He leaned against the wall a little longer before turning swiftly, swinging the gun up to point into his attacker's face.

The blond held his hands up quickly, frowning. "Hey, hey, I'm on your side."

"I sincerely doubt that," Seto spat, glaring at him. "Anyone that's on 'my side' knows that this is no man's land between territories. Anyone caught here is fair game, including higher-ups like me. I've ordered everyone under me to stay out of here and if they disobey me, they're on their own. You're not part of my gang. I would remember a pretty face like yours."

"…Alright, ya got me," the younger teen sighed, rolling his eyes. "I'm not on anyone's side. I just live here."

The brunet paused, then slowly lowered his gun. "A free agent then? Prove it."

"Uh…" The blond frowned and shrugged, suddenly appearing anxious. "Listen, ya got no right t' try t' tell me t' do anythi—Ngh!"

Seto grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm around quickly, scowling as he examined his forearm. Seeing a golden eye sharpied onto his skin, he jerked his glare up at him and hissed, "You're lying."

"They just put that on me t'day!" the blond exclaimed, ripping his arm free and stumbling backward. He hugged his arm to his chest and frowned. "…Said I'd be fresh meat. I don't wanna be part of Pegasus's crew. That guy's psychotic."

Seto snorted. "Every gang leader's psychotic. It's nothing new."

"His upper-level goons are the only ones that really listen t' him and their crew has no morals. Even the Thieves have morals, and they murder people." The blond frowned and rubbed his arm, trying to rub from the permanent marker from his skin. "Ever since Pegasus's girl died, he's gone off the deep end. Nobody's safe here."

The brunet frowned. He'd heard that Pegasus's wife had died, but he hadn't had any idea that it had affected him so much. "And you're caught in the crossfire, hmm?"

"People have been tryin' t' recuit me t' their gangs for years. I just haven't found one that I can feel at home in yet." He frowned thoughtfully. "Well, every gang but the Dragons. But they're a high-class outfit and I'm sorta stupid. They probably wouldn't want me anyway…"

Seto tilted his head, reaching down to cover his wound again. "…Do you know the terrain well? Where people hang around? Where they avoid?"

The blond blinked at him in confusion. "Uh… yeah, anyone who's lived t' be my age does. Ya either learn fast or die fast."

"…This no man's land is quite large…" The older boy hummed, brows furrowing together thoughtfully. "And if one gang could gain control of it…" He paused, then reached out to grab the blond's arm and yank him closer. "You could help us do that."

The younger boy frowned and tilted his head. "And what makes ya think I wanna be part of your crew? For all I know, you're that crazy Seto Kaiba guy—the leader of the dragons—and I hear he's almost as bad as Pegasus!"

Seto blinked.

The blond stared at him for a moment, then immediately deflated. "Oh God why."

"I'm not that psychotic," the brunet grouched.

"You're not—I just—We couldn't—Hnn…" The younger boy frowned. "Ya gonna kill me if I say no?"

Seto hummed, raising his eyebrows, then smiled brightly—which he didn't realize was a terrifying expression on him. "I'll probably just seduce you until I get my way."

"…Just as bad as Pegasus with your morals," the blond muttered. He yelped as the older boy's other hand reached around and gave his ass a squeeze. "GAH! You're the worst!"

"Come home with me. I'll take care of this wound and then I can molest you properly." The brunet grinned. "There is a proper way to do it, by the way."

"…Do I have a choice?" the younger boy asked sourly.

Seto tilted his head, frowning, then snorted. "Actually, no." Seeing a beat-up old car pulling up at the curb outside the alley, he twisted the blond around and dug the muzzle of his gun into his back. "Get in the car."

The younger boy hissed as he was immediately grabbed by a couple of men already in the car, arms twisted behind his back and tied tightly. He thought about threatening the brunet, but figured now wasn't the time, especially when he saw the large guns the other men were carrying.

He could bide his time. He really didn't mind.