The Vampire Lord

AuthorÂ’s Note & Warnings: As for the warnings, yaoi and other things, itÂ’s slightly au. As for my note, well I havenÂ’t written fanfiction in over four months so maybe IÂ’m getting rusty, heh. I try my best to stay in character though. Enjoy! ^_^

Disclaimer: Don't own them.

Chapter 1: What happened in France?


It had been a week since Seto had called him. Jono walked down the empty street, a cigarette dangling from his lips and his unruly blond hair damp from the light rain. His blue jacket was just about soaked, and his jeans weren’t for the better either. His boyfriend, the president of Kaiba Corp. had gone to Europe for some business and in a surprising act of kindness, he'd called Jono when he got there. But that was a week ago, and Seto had been back in Japan for three days now. He tried to call, but Mokuba insisted that his niisan wasn’t feeling well and, ‘I’m sorry he doesn’t want to see you right now he says’. What the hell was that supposed to mean?! The blond teenager plucked the wet and useless cigarette from his lips and tossed it to the ground, stamping on it for good measure. There was a wet newspaper laying on the ground, and he kicked it over. The headlines were the usual, reporting another missing kid. The arrogant CEO hadn't been coming to school either, much to Jono's dismay. Maybe a little back story was in order.

Soon after Battle City, the 'charming' Seto Kaiba had heatedly confessed to Jono that his feelings for him were mutual. That of course was referring to a different episode all on its own when the blond worked up the courage to catch Seto alone, grab a hold of his collar, and kiss the taller brunette. That had ended in tears as the president of Kaiba corp. had slapped him down as expected and left him to whimper all alone. Oh, to say he was elated when the other boy had confessed to him was an understatement. But that was three months ago. TheyÂ’d kissed, theyÂ’d groped, fuck, heÂ’d even given the Master of Blue Eyes a blow job! In the end it was Seto that had said he wasnÂ’t ready for anything more. The blond figured that had to do with the taller boyÂ’s extreme reluctance to becattaattached to anyone. Well, he wasnÂ’t about to ruin this little affair by being selfish and demanding that the other screw him. Multiple nights, heÂ’d slept in SetoÂ’s bed at the mansion, curled into the stronger boyÂ’s arms with his head on his chest, listening to his loverÂ’s heart beat.

Mokuba knew about them. The younger Kaiba had walked i the them in SetoÂ’s main office. Picture it: The blond was pressed against the wall with one of SetoÂ’s legs between his, his hands being held above his head by the stronger brunette. Their lips were engaged in a fiery kiss, and a loud groan escaped JonoÂ’s throat just as the door creaked open. To tell the truth the two had been so lost in the moment that they hadnÂ’t even noticed until the sound of MokubaÂ’s startled yelp had brought them to attention. It was easily explained, and though Jono was extremely embarrassed, Seto seemed as if nothing had happened. He was afraid that the CEO would no longer want to be with him because he might be ashamed that his brother knew. Mokuba still hung on Seto at every turn, and he treated Jono with a little more indifference than before but things went on as usual.

Now back to present. Jono stood at the gates of the Kaiba mansion, glaring at the tall iron bars that kept him from entering. With a smirk, he walked to the keypad ae sie side of the driveway and pressed the call button.

"Can I help you?" The staticy voice said from the speaker. Jono looked straight at the camera and squinted in the rain, which had begun to fall harder.

"ItÂ’s me T-man." He called, all genki like.

"Jonouske. . .Uhh, IÂ’m not supposed to let you in."

"Damnit, why not?!" Jono shouted. His chest stung as if heÂ’d been stabbed. Was this SetoÂ’s way of breaking up with him, to not call him and ban him from visiting?! That fucking wuss!

"HeÂ’s sick Jono, thatÂ’s all. He hasnÂ’t left his room once since he got back from Europe. Freaking dirty French, thatÂ’s what I say. He doesnÂ’t want anyone to visit, anyone at all."

"Yeah, but T-man, I brought him a present to get better." He tried his best to smile, glad that the rain kept the other from noticing his forming tears.

"I donÂ’t see any present." The guard reasoned.

"Damnit just let me the fuck in!" The blond shouted, kicking the iron gates hard.

"And lose my job?! . . .IÂ’m sorry kid." The speaker crackled and went dead. Jono cursed. Like hell it was that easy to dismiss him! With a smirk, he grabbed a hold of the gate. It was wet and slippery, but he managed to climb to the top. Now was the tricky part. He carefully lifted himself over the wicked iron spikes at the top, cursing when his jacket caught. That was his school uniform! He tried to jerk it free and his foot slipped. Chocolate eyes widened as he felt the iron spike tear into his arm as he fell. Hitting the ground with a breath-stealing impact, it took him a few moments just to sit up. His forearm bled freely from a four-inch cut from his wrist almost to his elbow. He tore the already ripped sleeve from his jacket and tied it tight over the cut. He stood up and moved a little sorely down the long driveway. The two Doberman's, guard dogs, barked in warning as they advanced in the intruder like black bullets.

"Seth, Atem, itÂ’s me boys!" Jono called to them, raising his wounded arm. (For those of you who get the pun, sorry, I couldnÂ’t resist! XD ) The two dogs' barks turned to the barks a dog gives their master when he returns home, and they jumped up on the blond happily, licking his face. "Yeah, yeah, leave me alone!" He shouted playfully to the canines. At least the dogs loved him. The DobermanÂ’s accompanied him to the end of the driveway and were dismissed with pats on the head and scratches behind the ears. The connection wasnÂ’t made just then between the similarity of the dogs and the boy, both desperate for attention from their masters. He decided a window would be safer and so walking around to the side of the mansion, he climbed into an unlocked one. He easily dodged the guards all the way to SetoÂ’s room. It was kind of exciting, and it reminded him of the old days being a little delinquent with Honda. "I guess a thief never loses his edge." He muttered to himself as he opened the door. It was quiet in the large bedroom, the only sound being that of the rain that had now strengthened into a storm pounding against the windows. Water dripped from the shivering teenÂ’s hair as he looked around the room, closing the door behind him.

"Mokuba, is that you?" A voice called, startling Jono and making him jump. It came from the small office attached to the room.

"It's me. . .Seto. I figured since you didn’t have the balls to break up with me in person I’d—" He stopped suddenly, eyes widening as a face appeared in the doorway of the room. It was pale—deathly pale, and so painfully thin that at first the blond thought it to be a ghost. Hauntingly bright blue eyes looked tired and red. The lightening flashed brightly, followed by a deafening thunder clap. The lights flickered and burnt out. Shouts were heard from outside the door as guards scrambled around in the darkness. There was a loud nock at the door, making Jono jump away from it.

"Sir, are you alright?'' A gruff voiced asked.

"It's just a damn black out you witless moron, now get it fixed!" The CEO shouted angrily back. Alright, so it was Seto Kaiba standing there and not some kif ghf ghost. There was an uncomfortable silence, making the air thick and heavy. The only sounds were that of the rain hitting the window and Jono shivering, a little from cold, and a little from fear. He broke the silence,

"Geez Seto, I guess you really are sick. You look horribl—"

"Shut up Katsuya. You have no idea." The brunette said coldly, not leaving his position from the doorway. He didnÂ’t miss the insult of calling him by his last name. All Jono could see now was a dark silhouette.

"Yeah? Well I would if youÂ’d call me once in a while. . ." The blond said, a hint of hurt on the edge of his voice.

"You walked in the rain didnÂ’t you, you idiot." SetoÂ’s chiding voice continued. Jono shrugged and began to walk closer. SetoÂ’s head tilted slightly and he uncrossed his arms, almost stepping back. "You're cut." He stated.

"ItÂ’s nothing bad, I got if from that gate of yours because your guard wouldn't let me in." The blond smirked, "Why? Feeling guilty?"

"You wish. You’re the idiot, not me.—Don't. . .come any closer." He warned, holding out a hand. Jono stopped walking, a fron hin his pretty face. He squinted to see Seto better but it didn’t help.

"Why, you contagious? IÂ’m not afraid of getting sick." A dry laugh was his answer.

"You canÂ’t get this sickness like a normal one."

"Then what are you afraid of?" The exasperated blond remarked, walking briskly towards him. The door to the office slammed in his face. "Damnit, Seto!" Jono pounded on the door with his fists. "Open the fucking door! If you want to break up with me just say it to my face, thatÂ’s all IÂ’m asking!"

"Break up with you?" The muffled voice answered from the other side of the door. "Is that what this is all about? You broke into my house like a common criminal and snuck into my house like a common thief so that I could break up with you to your face?" He was clearly amused, and tears stung JonoÂ’s chocolate eyes.

"Yeah, so?! Rejection is hard enough, you could at leae a e a man and do it to my face, you know. . ." He said, his fists resting on the wooden door.

"Jou," Seto said just as quietly, “I don’t want to 'break up' with you." Jono’s face lit up at the confession as well as the sound of his nickname. It was so American, only Seto would call him that.

"Then why. . .?" There was a nock at the door and the same voice from before spoke.

"Sir, we heard yelling! Is everything alright?!"

"I bumped into a table and stubbed my toe you pathetic excuse for a guard, now get lost!" He shouted in his steel voice. Was that the same man that had just softly called him 'Jou'? When he was satisfied with the sound of the manÂ’s footfalls far away the CEO spoke again. "Something happened while I was in France. . ."

"Please open the door Seto." The blond asked as nicely as he could. In the silence that followed Jono thought that his request was going to be ignored, but the door clicked and slowly creaked open. From the light of the huge window in the office he could see the paleness of SetoÂ’s face, and of his hand resting on the door. Without warning the blond threw his arms around the taller brunetteÂ’s neck, hugging him tightly.

"Please donÂ’t leave me!" He cried into his neck. Seto's eyes flew wide as the wounded arm brushed his shoulder. He placed his hands on JonoÂ’s chest and shoved hard, sending the boy flying backwards and back into his bedroom to land sprawled out on the floor. His senses were ohelmhelmed and he felt his mouth burning suddenly, his throat so dry it hurt! Jono's wide brown eyes looked up in surprise and hurt, but more surprise at the strength of the taller brunette.

"S-Seto. . .what the hell?"

Seto took a few steps back, one hand over his mouth. "Katsuya, leave. . . in France. . no, just leave!" He panted. He saw the red soaking his boyfriendÂ’s make-shift bandage. He realized that heÂ’d not only gotten water on him from Jono's unexpected glomp, but there was a red smear on his hand when he brought it from his neck. He gasped. The brat had gotten his blood on him! It must have rubbed off the bandage.

"Not until you explain to me what the hellÂ’s going on, Seto!" Jono stood, rubbing his ribs. Damn, that shove had hurt!

"You wouldn't . .dersderstand." Seto muttered, slowly reigning himself.

"Fuck that! I'm a big boy Seto, I can understand a lot! Now tell me what the hellÂ’s wrong with you!" He shouted. Seto was quiet for a moment longer before he looked up. In an instant he had Jono pinned up against a wall by his throat.

"S. . .Seto. . ." The blond teen gasped for air, his chocolate eyes wide in fear.

"You think you can understand this!?" The possessed teen hissed—positively hissed!—at him. “le ple puppy dog, come to wag his tail at his master’s command! Bet you didn’t expect this!" He laughed dryly. Jono shook his head slightly. Oh sure, it was usual for the president of Kaiba corp. to call him a puppy, but he hadn’t ever really scared him like this before! And why the hell couldn’t he make him lo?! o?!

"S-Seto. . .what. . .happened in. .France?"

"I was attacked!" The brunette sneered.

"A-attacked?" Jono took a huge, painful breath as his throat was released. He fell to his knees and placed a hand tenderly on his throat, coughing. Looking up finally he blinked, seeing Seto stare at a dark smear on his own hand. Blood from JonoÂ’s cut. "By. . .who?" He wheezed.

"Not who," Seto said casually, licking the blood. "What." The blond forgot to breathe for a moment.

"What. . ." He repeated in question. Seto cleaned the rest of the blood from his hand, and then looked down at Jonouske with a smile. The lights came on suddenly, and from the lamplight he saw SetoÂ’s pale face gleaming down at him. And his smile, what was wrong with his smile. It was his fangs.

"A vampire."