Bloodstained kiss

Title: Bloodstained kiss
Author: Akuchan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): SxJ
Beta: Kschur32
Spoilers: none. Warnings: Yaoi, AU, Duel monsters and the Yami’s don’t exist.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, nor do I make any money from this story.
Summary: Seto is a three hundred year old vampire who has taken a liking to Jounouchi. What kind of trouble will this be for Jou and his friends? Will any of them make it through the night unscathed?


The hundreds year old black velvet cloak caresses my hand, as if to say goodbye again for another year. I fold and return the cloak to the cedar box that has kept it safe over the centuries, and will continue to protect it in the coming year. The garment, once worn on a regular basis has long since gone out of fashion and would only cause unwanted attention to myself if I were to wear it in this time. Except on this night. On this night when humanity dresses up in costumes, I can discard mine to travel as I truly am. On this night, I don my black velvet cape, take out my azure contact lenses, remove the caps from my teeth, and walk among the teeming throngs of humanity and no one ever looks at me strangely. I receive only compliments on the stunning authenticity of my costume. I usually just smile smugly and quietly accept the words of praise and think to myself ‘if you only knew’.

A low pain-filled groan from the bed diverts my attention momentarily from my musings. I turn away from the cedar chest, and walk over to the bed. As I sit, I notice two small red droplets staining the soft white duvet under his neck. I gently run my fingers over the puncture wounds and notice that his skin is getting colder; his transformation will soon be complete. He had commented on my costume earlier this evening, had mentioned how cool my eyes looked with the red contacts in them. When he wakes up in a few hours his eyes will be the same as mine. No longer the color of burnished sun-kissed gold, they will resemble the crimson fluid that from now on will be his only diet.

It was never my intention to hurt him, I had banished the thought of turning him when the idea first occurred to me, which I must admit was five seconds after meeting him. Unfortunately the circumstances of this evening were overwhelming and no matter what my intellectual resolve was, it was not enough to override the instinctual physical hunger that plagues all of my race.

Contrary to popular myth, we vampires can mingle among the general populace without evoking an uncontrolled feeding frenzy. Granted we must sate our needs before we walk among decent folk, especially when one is a very handsome, virile young man of seventeen. I should have known to eat more than normal before I met with him, but in all the centuries that I have been like this I have not sought out human companionship and any sexual needs were always satisfied while feeding. I can honestly say the thought never crossed my mind that my usual amount would not be enough to stave off my hunger should we get intimate. We were going to his high school’s Halloween dance with his friends and plans had been made to return to my house afterwards, to watch horror movies all night long. I didn’t think there would be much opportunity for the two of us to be alone. How wrong I was, or more to the point, he didn’t care about the lack of privacy.

From the outset of the evening, he seemed driven to seduce me. It started with his costume, though I’m not quite sure what he was dressed as and he never said, the effect was downright alluring and dare I even say it, sluttish. He was wearing a pair of brown leather pants that just covered the top of his well shaped behind, a brown leather vest that opened to reveal a finely chiseled chest and taut stomach. Every now and again he would move in such a way that I would get a glimpse of an erect nipple. He had studded leather cuffs on his wrists with a matching collar around his neck. On his left arm was a temporary tattoo of a black dragon with ruby red eyes. It was rather impressive, but my favorite part was the tattoo of a begging golden retriever puppy with a bone in its mouth, centered directly below his belly button, just above the waistband of his pants. It was an invitation, one that I found I wouldn’t be able, nor did I really want, to resist.

His dancing was incredibly sensuous, and we spent most of the time arm in arm, hip to hip or ass to groin on the dance floor. I found I couldn’t keep my hands off him and more than once a teacher separated us as our movements became too lurid for their conservative tastes. As the night wore on, the scent of his desire built in intensity to the point that it, mingled with the spicy cologne he was wearing had overwhelmed my senses. By the time we left the dance I was as hungry for him as he was for me. I knew at that point I would have to feed again. Feeding wouldn’t be a problem, for I was sure that his father would follow orders and have someone procured for me so I’d be able to slip out unnoticed for a quick bite.

The young man lying on my bed was the son of my ‘handyman’. A lazy good for nothing drunk, his sole purpose was to dispose of my dinner when I was finished with it. He was perfect for the job, a selfish soul who lived but was lifeless and had no qualms about carrying out the duties required of him. For an obscene amount of money, my handyman would take care of whatever hapless soul had given their life to provide me with my necessary sustenance and keep his mouth shut. Surprisingly he was good at his job, in the year that he has done my bidding only two of my victims have been discovered and by then the natural elements had done enough damage to the corpses to camouflage the true nature of their demise.

For years I have fed on the drug addicted and whores who inhabit the underside of every city on the face of this planet, without raising the suspicions of the authorities. My victims are always throwaways who would not be missed and if they were it was assumed that they had either moved on or died from drug overdose and would eventually turn up in one form or another. The contaminated blood though unpleasant to taste doesn’t affect me physically. I don’t know why that is and must say I’ve never given it much thought. All I know is that I would much rather the taste of one who lives a purer lifestyle. Unfortunately I can kill thousands of the worthless without raising suspicions, but if one child should go missing the furor that would erupt is not worth the pleasure of indulging in the delicacy of innocent blood.

I run my fingers through soft golden hair and across his beautiful face. He doesn’t stir at all from my touch, but his body is racked by another spasm and as his face contorts in a pain filled grimace, I am almost sorry this is happening to him.

If he hadn’t come here looking for his father that day near the end of September, we never would have met. I hadn’t even known that the man had a son. Normally my ‘employees’ are of the same ilk as those that provide my dinner and have no family ties. He never said anything about having a family. It makes sense that he would want to keep that knowledge from me, even though he doesn’t seem to care much for his son.

Katsuya had come around my house one day, near dusk looking for his father. I could smell the tantalizing aroma of a human not soaked in alcohol, a bit too much saturated fat perhaps, but still much more enticing than what I was used to. I left my bedroom seeking out the one whose scent had filled my nostrils and raised my hopes for a high quality meal. I wondered if Jounouchi had managed to find a young runaway not yet addicted, and who though they might be missed a huge search would not be launched. There would be a substantial bonus with his next pay, if he had such a person. Without a sound I made my way down the darkened corridors of the old mansion that is my current home. I was led to the garage where I heard whispered voices from the other side. One I recognized as the gravelly worn out voice of Jounouchi, the other I couldn’t identify. It belonged to a young man, from the pitch I hazarded a guess as somewhere between fifteen and twenty. My hopes that he was for me were quickly dashed as I listened to their conversation through the door connecting the garage to the house.

“Here’s some money brat, now get lost and don’t ever come here again.”

“Ah come on dad, let me meet your boss. I need to thank him for putting up with your lazy carcass and raising our standard of living.” Definitely a teenager, a very disrespectful one to speak to his father that way, though the senior Jounouchi did not deserve much respect.

I half expected to hear Jounouchi’s fist connect with his son’s face, but instead he just growled at the boy to leave. I was curious about what this boy would be like. What would the son, of the accomplice, of a cold-hearted murderer be like? [I have no illusions about myself. I am what I am.] Would he be a punk following the misguided path his father had traveled or would he attempt to attain higher goals for himself. To sate my curiosity I opened the garage door and walked in.

“Jounouchi san” I said, using an honorific for him for the first time and nearly choked on it. “I was wondering if you could…” I cut my sentence off and looked toward his son, as if I had just become aware of his presence. My gaze raked over the slender teen, still dressed in his blue school uniform. He was stunning, shaggy blond hair framed a face whose beauty would have stolen my breath if I were not already dead. I looked between father and son, searching for any resemblance between the angel in front of me and the devil that did my due. I could see that the younger Jounouchi had inherited his coloring from his father, but his features were softer and more refined. I could tell the elder, even in his youth, was never as stunning as his son. Hard living by the elder had long since washed any good looks and softness away. Regaining my composure I looked the young man straight in the eye and said, “You are?”

“Ah Kaiba sama, this is my son Jounouchi Katsuya.” my pathetic little handyman answered for his son, bowing low in fawning deference.

“Pleased to meet you, Katsuya,” I said, and gave a slight nod of my head.

He bristled at the overly familiar use of his first name, but said nothing about it. “Yeah, same here.” He then stared appraisingly at me and after a few moments spoke again. “I thought you’d be a lot older than you are.”

“Watch it boy.” His father raised his hand as if to strike him, then backed off when I chuckled in amusement, not at all insulted by his brashness.

“I’m older than I look. I think you’d be surprised at my real age, Katsuya.” I said loving the reaction I got from using his first name again. The low growl that came forth reminded me of a little dog that attempted to act tough but failed miserably. I looked at his father and said “Jounouchi you never told me you’d sired a pup.” Both father and son snarled in offense to that comment. Ah, now there was the true family resemblance.

Katsuya pointedly ignored me while he proceeded to tell his father that he was on his way to the library to work on a paper about samurai for his history class. Never one to let a golden opportunity pass, I spoke up and offered my extensive library for his use. I enjoyed this boy’s open personality and wanted more of his company. His father tensed at the invitation and respectfully declined for his son. I didn’t have a second to feel regret, as Katsuya not realizing that his father was concerned for his safety and not just annoyed at the invitation, said he could speak for himself and accepted my offer.

“Katsuya I said no. You will not bother Kaiba sama.” The elder Jounouchi looked panic-stricken. Without putting them both in mortal danger he could say little about why he wanted his son to have nothing to do with me.

I was and still am surprised at his show of parental protectiveness, meager though it was. I assumed that night and later came to know as the truth that there was quite a bit of abuse in the Jounouchi household. “I assure you Jounouchi san, it’s not a bother, and he’ll be all right.” I said hoping to get through his thick skull that I meant his son no harm.

He must have realized that to continue to argue would not only cost him his job but perhaps his life, and it would also raise unwanted questions from his son. He looked at Katsuya and said, “Don’t you dare ruin anything or I’ll take it out of your hide. You got that boy”.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say Pops.” Katsuya said as he brushed aside his father’s not so idle threat. He turned and bestowed me with a heart stopping smile “lead the way, Kaiba sama”. He seemed to forget that just minutes ago he was annoyed with me.

I left the garage and led him to my private library. He stayed for a few hours that night. The books he chose for his project were extremely rare and I was reluctant to let him take them with him, but I invited him to return the next night to continue his work. It was an invitation that was put forth and accepted everyday for the next month. Even after his project was done he continued to come around. His father very smartly accepted the situation without protest.

I’ve enjoyed the time we’ve spent together, more than I have any other period of my long existence. He arrived everyday just past 5:00 pm. By that time the sun was weak in the sky and though I could not go out into it, I was able to move about my house. To say that our relationship was always harmonious would be a colossal stretch of the truth. We were usually bickering about something. He was so attractive when he was riled up, that I actually found myself looking for things that would piss him off. The easiest way to get the reaction I wanted was to drop a dog comment here and there. Our little spats never escalated past the annoyance stage, because though he was quick with his temper, he was also quick to forgive.

He also knew what buttons to push to get me going. All he had to do to annoy me was walk around the room and touch my personal belongings. At first I didn’t pick up on what he was doing as one would never associate subtlety and Jounouchi Katsuya in the same breath. He was never overt, all he ever had to do to get under my skin, was walk past something and drag a finger over it. I guess three hundred years alone has made me a bit possessive of the things I own. Though we did argue a lot, I think he enjoyed my company as much as I did his.

A few days ago Katsuya seemed unusually nervous and after a little prodding about what was wrong, he asked me if I would like to go to a Halloween dance at his school. After I accepted he then asked about his friends coming over afterwards to watch movies. I was hesitant, as it would involve them staying the night but I found I didn’t want to disappoint Katsuya and relented. To avoid being found in my dead state, I said would have to leave early the next day on business. I gave them permission to spend the night and just leave when they all woke up. That had been the plan, now none of his friends would be leaving come daylight.

When we had gotten back to my house this evening, it didn’t take Katsuya long to corner me in the kitchen after his friends had settled down to watch some slasher flick. I was about to sneak out to a shed at the back of my property; the overwhelming scent of alcohol told me that Jounouchi had a late night snack waiting for me. I was halfway through the door leading to the garage when I was grabbed at my shoulder.

“Kaiba, you’re not planning to cut out on your own party, are you?”

“No, I’m just going to get more soda from the garage.” I lied, as I turned to face him.

“Just forget about it, there’s enough in the fridge,” he said, and the hand that had gripped my shoulder slid across my back and played with the collar of my cape. I could feel my groin tightening from his close proximity. This was not good, not good at all. My organs hadn’t yet absorbed all of the blood I had consumed earlier, but if I wanted to partake in the delights that he was offering I would have to replenish and soon. My body unfortunately was not on the same page as my mind as I pulled him closer to me. I buried my face in his golden tresses, while my white-gloved hands slid under his vest, he pressed against me and in the mother of all ironies, went to work on my neck with a combination of butterfly kisses and tiny nips. After a moment of embracing, our mouths found each other in a fierce tangle of tongues. I pushed him against an opposite wall and pressed our bodies together. I could feel his arousal through the layers of fabric separating his heated flesh from my own cold skin. I was aroused but how long I could keep this up, I didn’t know. My concerns fled from my mind when a long low moan escaped from his lips in response to my fingers finding a pert nipple. I pulled my mouth away from his, and whispered in his ear that we should go upstairs. I didn’t want his friends walking into the kitchen and interrupting us. He didn’t say anything as he fixed his heated gaze with my eyes and pulled me through my house and up my staircase. When we reached the top he hesitated, not sure which way to go. I pointed him in the direction of my room and allowed myself to be led through its door.

Once in the room he didn’t waste much time getting my clothes off. As my cape slid to the floor, his nimble fingers went to work releasing the buttons from my shirt. He was staring up at me when his fingers came into contact with my icy skin.

“You’re so cold.” Fear flashed in his eyes, and then it was gone, a flicker of resignation and then the lust was back. His body didn’t tense at all and the emotions played across his face so quickly, that if I hadn’t been looking at him I wouldn’t have detected anything wrong. I wondered if he’d just noticed that my skin was icy or maybe he had just made the connection about what that meant. It didn’t matter, he now knew what I was and yet he was still here, still eager for what we had come upstairs for. I didn’t and still don’t fully understand that, but at that moment I wasn’t going to question it too deeply.

I lowered my lips to his, kissing him gentler than I had before, letting him know that I intended no harm. The kiss was long and leisurely, both of us letting our hands explore the other in an unhurried fashion. He was running his one hand through my hair; the other had slipped inside my shirt and was gripping my shoulder. My own were becoming intimately acquainted with his leather clad ass. This kiss grew in intensity when a soft low moan passed his lips and my tongue went questing for his. He started rubbing his body against mine and pulled his mouth away, his breath coming out in heavy pants. His nibbled his way to my ear and whispered “Seto, I need you”. He emphasized his need with the flick of his tongue to my ear.

I pulled the vest from his shoulders as I pushed him towards the bed. The back of his knees hit the bed and he sank down onto the mattress. He reached up, pulled the gloves from my hands, undid my pants, pulled out my shirt and finished with the buttons at the bottom of it. As I was discarding my top he was pulling my trousers down and as soon as my penis was exposed he ran his tongue along the underside of it. I am dead in the fact that my body can’t sustain itself on its own, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel pleasure. It was amazing! He had taken me completely in his mouth and the sensation was nothing that I had experienced in all of my three hundred years. His tongue was coiling around me and the suction his mouth was providing was bringing me to an orgasmic state much too soon. I didn’t have enough in me to come more than once. I pulled him off and pushed him back down on the bed, removed the rest of his clothing, and then mine.

It was my turn to explore his body. Not wanting to fall prey to temptation, I purposely stayed away from his neck and concentrated on his chest. As I took his nipple in my mouth, I could feel the thumping of his heart against his chest wall, his warm blood coursing into and out of the life-sustaining organ was tempting me more than I could handle. I swear my teeth began to ache, begging to be allowed to scratch the surface and give me a taste of that delicious fluid. I had made a promise to myself and an unspoken one to him that I wouldn’t hurt him. And so with much difficulty I lifted my mouth from his nipple and began to kiss a path down his stomach. He whined in protest at me leaving that area too soon, but almost immediately a pleasurable moan escaped from him as my lips brushed over his arousal ever so lightly.

I couldn’t believe that I was so nervous, in my three hundred years I’ve never done this; I’d never pleasured anyone. Even with the one who turned me, our relationship was not of a sexual nature and I’ve always just relieved myself with my dinner when I felt the need. I ran my tongue across the head of his penis and then closed my mouth over it as I slid down to the base. I continued my ministrations until I noticed that his squirming wasn’t in pleasure. I raised my eyes to his and he uttered just one word.

“Teeth.”

My fangs weren’t in play but my front teeth were scraping against his sensitive flesh continuously. I felt so stupid and wanted to quit right then, but I’m not a quitter. I stopped what I was doing immediately and kissed the area that I had unintentionally caused pain to. I was relieved when he released a happy sigh. I kissed down to the base and then flicked my tongue against his testicles. I took them in my mouth, ever careful of my teeth and began to suck. This time there was no doubt in my mind that he was in ecstasy as I pumped his shaft and sucked his balls. But he wanted more.

“Fuck me, Seto.”

I didn’t need to be told twice as my cock swelled with those three words. I released him and kissed the puppy tattoo before I looked at him and told him that I had no lubrication.

An evil smile slid across his face and his eyes danced with mischief as he told me to check the inside pocket of the vest he had been wearing. If there had been any doubt in my mind before that he had set out to seduce me, it was laid to rest when I reached into the pocket and pulled out two sample tubes of vanilla lube. Sample packs? They actually give samples of this stuff.

I opened one of the packs and positioned myself once again at his nether regions. I coated my fingers with the gelled substance, threw both tubes on the bed and then prodded his entrance while taking him in my mouth again. I slid my mouth and slick finger in tandem then added a second finger. This was all instinct. I knew from experience that entering him unprepared would be excruciating. Normally I didn’t care, I loved the tight, almost impossibly dry passage that became slick as my victim was torn on the inside, the last of their blood the only lubricant. Katsuya was different, I had no intention of spilling his blood and so I was thorough in my preparations.

My fingers were in pursuit of the place deep inside that I knew could take his pleasure to another level. I brushed against the tight little node, his cock thrust deep into my mouth and a steady keening wail was wrenched from his throat. My fingers slid in and out of his hole at a frantic pace while he fucked my mouth and soon he was screaming his release. I swallowed every last drop of his essence and learned something new. Blood wasn’t the only human fluid that could sustain my energy. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough that I knew I could complete and not have to take anything from him.

That worry had been at the back of my mind and now that it wasn’t an issue, I fully intended to enjoy this with gusto. I stretched his opening a little more while he was still in the throes of his orgasm and then sat back on my haunches. I picked up the unused tube of lube and coated my throbbing erection. I lay down on top of him and brought our mouths together for another kiss, while my cock stabbed at his opening. I continued to kiss him as I slid past the tight ring of muscle with little difficulty. I stopped with every hitch of his breath, and slowly worked my way in until I was fully seated. I gave him a moment to adjust to my presence then pulled back and thrust into him. My movements were slow and cautious at first, gaining in intensity as the sounds coming from him became more urgent. I thrust deep and must of found his prostrate because he moaned in pleasure and his penis sprung to life again. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked while I pumped into him for all I was worth, hitting his prostate over and over. It didn’t take much and he was screaming out his second orgasm. I was so lost in my own gratification that I didn’t notice when his pleasured scream turned into one of agony when I sank my fangs into his throat and drank up his blood as I climaxed.

It had been almost ten years since I had had blood that wasn’t contaminated; I imagine the difference would be like comparing fine Belgian chocolate to the cheap candy store variety. It was so delicious I couldn’t stop myself from gorging on him. I finally came to my senses when he whispered out with much effort for me not to hurt his friends and then passed out.

I pulled away from him and stared down at his still body in horror. His heart was still beating faintly, but he would be dead in minutes. I hadn’t yet swallowed the last of the blood I had stolen from him and so had to make the decision whether to let him die, or to turn him. It wasn’t a difficult choice; I opened his mouth, put my lips over his and fed his blood back into him. He shuddered once and fell into a deep sleep.

When he wakes up he will be transformed into a creature such as myself, and he will be ravenous. It is unfortunate that I have to go against his final request as a human and offer up his friends as his first meal, but he’ll need a lot at his first feeding and the four of them are handy. The being that he will become, will not regret it, even when he regains the memory of his former life he’ll feel no remorse. Anymore than I do now, knowing that my first feeding was at the expense of a once, much loved younger brother and other household servants. It’s a matter of choice, them or him, and he’s my obvious choice. Besides that, they can’t leave here alive knowing what Katsuya has become. There is no other alternative. My only consolation is that his first meal will be of a high quality, after tonight he will be subjected to the same inferior fare as me.

I run my hand across his face once more, then get up from the bed, put on the black velvet pants I had discarded earlier, not bothering with a shirt or shoes before I exit the room to round up his friends. It won’t be that difficult as I sense that they are still in the family room watching movies. I contemplate the best way to go about this, as I head their way. Obviously they didn’t hear Katsuya’s scream, if they had they would either have been knocking down my door looking for him, or they would have taken off to save their own skins. My senses tell me that they are blissfully unaware of the horror that awaits them. I decide on my course of action then go to the garage to get some things I will need and then head to the library to pick up an ancient sword that hangs in there. I don’t need it to overpower them, but I will have an easier time keeping them in line with it.

On my way back to the family room I hear movement in the kitchen, perfect. I sneak in and find the girl there. I can’t remember her name and it’s not important now, as she will soon be dead. I’m behind her and have the sword at her throat before she is even aware that I am in the room. The bowl of chips she was carrying falls to the floor with a loud clang. From the other room one of her companions shouts out, enquiring if she is OK. I press the cool deadly metal against her flesh and whisper into her ear to say everything is all right.

“Run Yugi!” The stupid girl screams out. This of course brings the three males rushing in to see what’s wrong. The short one with the funny hair (I think this one is Yugi) comes running in first and then stops dead in his tracks when he sees me standing there with a sword at the neck of his precious girlfriend. The other two, who are following close behind, end up plowing into him and all three of them land in a pile on the floor. It is rather comical and I can’t help the chuckle that escapes from me.

“Kaiba, what are you doing?” The one with ebony hair screams at me, as he attempts to disengage himself from the heap of arms and legs on the floor.

“Where’s Jou? What’d you do to him?” The other brunet asks me from his place still on the floor. I think he and the longhaired one are boyfriends. I recall that their names are Honda and Otogi, but it’s really not important.

“He’s fine, sleeping at the moment if you must know. You,” I point at the one whom I think is called Honda, “get up, all of you in the family room, now”. I wait for Yugi to get up, and then follow them out with the girl still tight in my grasp.

Once we reach our destination, I throw a long coil of rope at Honda and tell him to tie his friends’ arms behind their backs. He looks like he is about to argue with me, but hesitates when he looks to the sword ready to cut into the neck of his friend. The rope is in one piece and I motion for him to come closer to me and hold it out taut. I slice off three lengths and watch as he ties up the two other males. When he is done I let go of the girl and motion for him to tie her up next. I cut off another length of rope and when he is done with the girl I put the sword down and tie him up, making sure there is no way he can get loose. When I’m done with him, I redo everyone else’s bindings and make them all sit on the floor. I place Honda and Otogi side by side and tie their arms together. I place the girl and Yugi back to back to other two and tie them the same way. I then bind Yugi’s and Honda’s arms together above the elbow and then do the same to Otogi and the girl.

They won’t be going anywhere, but I stay to keep an eye on them instead of going to check on Katsuya. The air is thick with their fear. None of them speak now as they realize that this is not some kind of prank, but I don’t think any of them are aware of what I truly am. Once in a while one of them tugs at their bindings, but it is of no use, I made sure that they would not be able to get loose. Even if they did, I would be able to track them down before they got very far. After fifteen minutes the stillness is broken by a scream full of pain, anguish, and fear.

“That’s Jounouchi, what’s wrong with him?” Yugi asks before any of the others can speak up.

“He’s hungry, and scared,” I say as I rise quickly from my seat leaving the sword on the floor and go to take care of him. As I’m walking through the house my sensitive hearing picks up the whispers of Katsuya’s friends. They are asking each other if any of them can get their hands free, none of them can. Their futile efforts to free themselves does not concern me as I would enjoy the chase if they did escape. If it weren’t for the fact that Katsuya needs to eat soon, I would let them go just so I could track them down. Unfortunately that is not an option. I increase my pace as the screams from my room grow in intensity. After his first feed he will be self sufficient, but until then Katsuya is as helpless as he was the day he was born.

I open the door to my room and the sight before me is pitiful. Katsuya is naked, kneeling in the middle of the bed, his head thrown back, hands tearing at his hair and he is screaming at the top of lungs. I rush over and sit on the bed, his screaming stops and he lunges at my throat. It takes all of my strength to hold him down as I try to comfort him, but he keeps snapping at me as he tries to bite my neck. I manage to take his chin in my hands and look him straight in the eye “Katsuya, I don’t have what you need”.

He cocks his head to the side, and begins to wail. I take his hand in mine and lead him out into the hallway. As we approach the stairway his crying stops abruptly and when I turn to look at him, I am pleased to see that he has picked up the scent of fresh meat. A hungry sound escapes his lips and he pushes at me to hurry up.

As we get closer to the family room I am able to pick up the sounds of their voices. They are still trying to figure out a way to escape. Katsuya pulls his hand out of mine and begins to run towards his food. I chuckle when he trips over his feet and almost falls flat on his face. He turns and growls in irritation, and then continues on his way. I am relieved that in our short walk from the bedroom, I have had a few glimpses of his former personality. There is always the possibility that when someone is turned, they will become an uncontrollable murderous beast. The sooner their old personality begins to emerge the less likely that possibility becomes. After everything, I would hate to have to kill him.

When we enter the family room all of his friends stop their talking and turn to us. The girl gasps when she sees Katsuya and despite her helplessness, yells at him for being naked. He cocks his head in that little puppy dog way of his, (though at the moment he appears to be more of a demon dog), and faster than any of us can predict, he launches himself at his former friend. Katsuya lands on top of Yugi but ignores him and zeroes in on the girl’s neck. She is screaming fearfully as she realizes what is about to happen. She struggles, but is pinned between Katsuya and Otogi and doesn’t have much range of motion. Her frightened screams turn to ones of agony as Katsuya clumsily bites her, but instead of puncturing her jugular vein he ends up taking a huge chunk out of it. Her screams stop abruptly as her blood sprays everyone and everything in close proximity.

Yugi and Honda can see what is happening and stare horrorstricken at the sight of their friends covered in blood, and the female slumped over, obviously dead. Otogi can only turn his head enough to see the other two males, but the look on his face tells me that he can guess what has happened. Katsuya begins howling in frustration because he is hungry and his perfectly good meal is all over him, instead of in him. I see he is about to make the same mistake with Otogi that he did with the girl.

“Katsuya stop!” I move from my place at the door, retrieve the sword from where I left it, and move Katsuya out of the way. He has a confused look on his face but doesn’t protest. I cut the bindings attaching everyone together and kick the girl out of the way when she falls to the floor. By this time Katsuya is starving and he can barely contain his whimpers. I grab Otogi by his hair and pull him to his feet. Katsuya howls in anger, and I realize that he thinks I’m about to help myself to what he considers his.

“Come here” I say, and watch as he raises himself from the floor and steps in front of me. I’ve determined that I’m going to have to show him exactly what he has to do or we will end up with four dead bodies and a still hungry Katsuya. I pull Otogi’s hair away from his neck and he tries to fight against me. I tell him that unless he wants to die in the same manner as his friend he’ll hold still.

He tells me he’d rather die like Anzu, (so that’s her name), than to be a meal for either Katsuya or me, and then he spits at me. I’m outraged, but it’s Katsuya who reacts first. He doesn’t make a sound as he punches Otogi square in the nose. His head snaps back and blood begins to trickle down his face. The sight of that precious fluid being wasted brings Katsuya and me back to our senses.

I wipe the spittle from my face, move behind Otogi and wrap one arm around his waist, I coil his hair around my other hand and pull his head to the side exposing his neck. He’s squirming a little, but I have a good grip on him and it doesn’t interfere with what I’m trying to show Katsuya.

“Katsuya don’t bite him, instead put your mouth over his throat here” I raise my hand from Otogi’s waist and point to his jugular vein. I wait for Katsuya to do as I say, then continue with my lesson in vampire biting 101. “Let your fangs sink into the vein and now remove them.” Otogi is screaming hysterically but I’m sure it’s more from the knowledge that his life is about to end than from actual physical pain. Not to say that it doesn’t hurt, I’m sure it does, but I think the knowledge of impending death would make one quite hysterical. Katsuya’s done it right this time, and is now feeding happily. I untangle Otogi’s hair from my hand and let go of his waist, giving Katsuya complete control of his meal. On instinct an arm slips into the place where mine just was, while the other hand cradles Otogi’s head.

While Katsuya eats I take the time to observe the remaining two who are still seated on the floor. They are quiet, but their fear and disgust are palpable. Both must realize that they don’t have long to live and there’s nothing they can do about it. I wonder what the knowledge that their demise will be at the hand of a very good friend is doing to them. Not that I care really, I’m just curious.

I’m surprised when Yugi speaks. “You… you… made him a monster.” His voice holds no fear, just the disgust that he feels for me. The loyal friend right down to the bitter end, I sense that Yugi will forgive Katsuya even as he is stealing his shorter friend’s life. I don’t like the uncomfortable feelings those thoughts bring. I normally don’t have any interaction with my food other than to eat it and I prefer things that way.

“Would you believe me, if I told you that I didn’t mean to, that it just happened.”

“I don’t know that it really matters, Kaiba, he’s a monster and it’s all your fault.”

It is my fault that he’s like this, but what Yugi doesn’t understand, is that it’s not my fault that I’m like this. I didn’t ask for this anymore than Katsuya did. I exist with the fate that was dealt to me three hundred years ago, as will Katsuya live with his from this day forward.

Katsuya has finished feeding off of Otogi and lets the lifeless body fall to the carpet. He’ll still be hungry, but the urgent need will have passed. He has been watching the exchange between Yugi and myself, and to the shock of us both, he wraps his arms around my neck from behind and hisses at Yugi. I shouldn’t be surprised that he would side with me. At the moment he has no recollection of these people, to him they are food, nothing more, nothing less. I, on the other hand, am his world. Soon he won’t need me to survive but at the moment I’m all he has.

As he’s pressing against me I’m poked by his growing arousal. I am surprised that he can get an erection after only feeding once, but it fades as quickly as it appeared. He huffs in disappointment and I have to laugh good-naturedly. I notice that the two are puzzled by what is going on. I turn to face Katsuya, lean down and mock whisper in his ear, “Eat some more Katsuya, and this will be taken care of.” I brush a hand across his softening penis and then kiss his bloodstained lips. I savor the taste and am more than slightly regretful, maybe even resentful, that this is the only sample I will get of this quality meal. It was my choice to turn him, and though I know I have to leave it all for him, it doesn’t mean I have to like it.

“Ew gross.” From the direction the voice came from, I assume it was Honda. That sentiment seems to annoy Katsuya. He pulls away from me for just a second to glare menacingly, with bloody eyes, at the friend he doesn’t remember and then attacks my mouth with renewed vigor. I’m becoming more aroused by the second, but sadly he needs more blood. I pull back and step out of the way, indicating to him that it’s time to eat again.

He hesitates for a moment as he contemplates whom to choose first. Honda is emitting a more fearful vibe than Yugi is, and this seems to draw Katsuya to him. I study Katsuya’s naked form as he bends slightly and pulls Honda to his feet. Katsuya is a beautiful creature, and even though he is drenched with the blood of the girl, I don’t believe I have ever laid eyes on such a beauty before. My thoughts are interrupted by the presence of a new odor that fills the air. It seems Honda has just peed himself.

Katsuya chuckles evilly as his hand brushes over the wet spot spreading across Honda’s groin. He shakes his head in mock disgust, moving in ever-closer, fangs bared and ready to strike. Honda’s body is rigid with fear and he’s shaking his head, while a quiet stream of “no, no, no, no” pours from his mouth. Katsuya takes his time, pulling this out as long as he can, for his own amusement. One arm encircles Honda’s waist in a vice like grip while the other has a firm hold behind his head. To an outsider it would appear that they were in the midst of an intimate moment. And for just a second, Katsuya’s lips brush tenderly against Honda’s throat.

Though I’m sure he is as terrified as his boyfriend was, Honda doesn’t scream hysterically when Katsuya punctures his vein and begins to drain him. He has stopped his incessant chanting and is chewing on his bottom lip. His face is screwed up in an awful grimace as he refuses to vocalize his anguish. I have to admire the way he faces the final moments of his life so stoically. It is mere minutes before he sags into Katsuya, pretty much dead. Katsuya keeps his mouth to Honda’s neck, making sure that he doesn’t waste one precious drop.

Katsuya releases the brunet, and with a barely audible giggle, he lets him fall onto Yugi. I’m glad to see his playfulness returning so quickly, but I can see that Yugi is not so amused. He doesn’t scream, but he looks deathly pale and ready to vomit. He tries to scoot away from the corpse on top of him, but without the use of his arms he only succeeds in dragging it with him.

Katsuya appears to be disappointed that he didn’t get a more vocal response, and plops himself down on the floor behind Yugi, entrapping him between his strong thighs. He reaches around with both hands and pushes Honda off. When he’s finished he stays curled around Yugi and lets one of his hands stray over the smaller boy’s stomach, while the other trails up his neck and into his hair. His mouth comes into contact with the tender flesh of Yugi’s neck, but instead of fangs being bared a trail of gentle kisses is placed on the column of pale skin.

Yugi I see is having a contradictory reaction, terror on what he knows is about to happen, but that fear does not interfere with his body’s favorable response to the tender assault on it. It makes me wonder if there are not some hidden deeper feelings for his friend. With that thought comes the other, that perhaps the attraction runs both ways and maybe without his human inhibitions, Katsuya will attempt to have sex with Yugi. As erotic as the scene before me is, I am flooded with jealousy. Katsuya is mine and I did not turn him so he could sleep with someone else. In the next second I am shown just how misguided my suspicions are. He has no intention of doing what I thought. He’s just playing with his food. It’s a bad habit I’ll have to break him of, no matter how cute it is. He bites into Yugi’s neck from behind, but he is barely taking any blood from his former best friend.

Tears are coursing down Yugi’s cheeks and I notice his lips moving but cannot hear what he his saying. I lean in closer and can barely hear him say, “I forgive you Jounouchi.” over and over again. I want to hit him hard to shut him up, but at that very moment Katsuya pulls away from him and motions for me to come closer. I’m puzzled for a moment until he pushes Yugi forward and offers him to me. Without hesitation I get down on my knees, and begin to drink greedily. His blood is delicious, though not as good as my Katsuya’s was. I pull in a few ounces and then feel Katsuya poke me in the shoulder. I lift my eyes to see what he wants and I am not surprised when he pushes me to move and takes up where I left off. What is surprising though, is that he only takes a few mouthfuls and then passes Yugi back to me. I’m truly touched when I realize that he wants to share with me.

We are like two delinquent teenagers sharing a cheap bottle of wine, as we pass Yugi back and forth. After one long pull Katsuya doesn’t hand him over, instead he rises up on his knees and with Yugi nestled between us, feeds me the blood he has just taken. That sends a jolt of electricity straight to my groin, and I attack his mouth in a bruising kiss. Yugi has slipped into unconsciousness and lays limp in our arms. When our lips pull apart I waste no time in lowering my head to the holes in Yugi’s neck. There are two small crimson rivulets meandering down his throat and I lap them up before I complete my feeding. His heart is almost stopped and I fear this will be the last we can get out of him. I take all that I can get from him, and then raise Katsuya’s chin with two fingers and pour the last of Yugi’s life into him. It is a scene reminiscent from earlier in the night. Though this time Katsuya kisses me back and the lifeless one will stay dead. Yugi died just as I expected him to, his love for his friend steadfast and true until the very end.

Katsuya takes Yugi from my arms and casually drops him on top of Honda. He stands and without a second glance at the carnage he has wrought, Katsuya saunters out of the room. As I watch that perfect specimen walk away from me, I no longer have any doubts about what I’ve done to him. He’ll be with me for eternity, how can I regret that. He stops at the door and turns to me. When he notices that I’m not moving he leans up against the doorframe, arches his pelvis out as he takes his penis in his hands and utters just two words “Seto, please?” I cannot resist his plea and vault myself at him.

We are a contradiction of cold flesh and hot lust as we trip up the staircase with our arms and lips entwined. We just make it to my room as our desire consumes us. Upon entering, I push Katsuya down onto the bed on his hands and knees. Using the lube that was left there, I hardly prep him at all before I open my fly, slide my pants down just enough to expose myself, and then take him from behind, hard and fast. I would have loved to be able to clean him properly of the blood that has dried on him, but we don’t have the time right now for a long, leisurely lovemaking session. We need to shower and leave. The sun will be rising in a few short hours and we need to be far away from here and well hidden from her burning rays.

Tomorrow people will come looking for those kids, and I don’t have the time to dispose of them, as I would like. The true nature of their condition will be hidden from the general public and may even disappear from all official police reports. Otherwise, the state of their corpses would raise a widespread panic as once again the tales of vampires living amongst humans thrived. They like the stories of us as an escape from their own awful lives, but when faced with the cold hard reality of the truth, humankind would rather deny our existence.

I’m sure that Katsuya’s drunken father will be made the scapegoat. I know the man’s habits and he will spend the day drinking in the shed and will still be there, drunk or passed out when the authorities arrive. The forensics will dismiss him as a suspect, but to those running the investigation it won’t matter. The evidence will be manipulated to make him the guilty party. He’s disgusting enough that no one will really care that he is being railroaded. Anyway, he is as guilty as Katsuya or me, not for the four downstairs, but for the countless others he has helped me with. And maybe even for the four people downstairs. If not for him, I would not have met Katsuya and none of this would have happened. So, yes, their blood stains his hands as it does mine and Katsuya’s lips. That he will spend the rest of his life in jail doesn’t bother me. What happens to the person he brought to the house tonight does not concern me either, he or she, can consider themselves lucky to still be alive and continue on with their miserable life.

To the rest of the world Jounouchi Katsuya will disappear without a trace. Whether he is a murder victim, or, a murderer, is subject to interpretation. We’ll disappear into the darkness and our existence in this place will soon be forgotten. As the years pass he’ll become but a faded memory to those who once knew him. The question will arise now and again: I wonder what happened to him? Rumors will flourish, new myths will be born, and we will be out there, feeding…

The end
Akuchan