Chapter Four:
Seto caught Joey's wrist, halting the blond's retreat. Joey had fled after he'd finally broken the kiss, running blindly outside. The brunette had taken the time only to grab his trenchcoat before following. He only vaguely noticed the maze set up in the lot behind the house. He was more caught up in catching Joey's fist as the other hand came at his nose.
"Stop," Seto snapped, holding onto Joey as he struggled.
"Get off, Kaiba!"
Seto shoved Joey back against the house. He was stronger than the other, and managed to pin him up against the brick, pressing his wrists against either side of his head. Joey glared up at him with enraged brown eyes, his fake wolf fangs bared in a grimace.
"Get off, damn it!"
"Wheeler, stop. You enjoyed that kiss, admit it."
"Where the hell did it come from? You hate me!"
"So? You look good in that costume."
Joey stared at him, open-mouthed. Seto resisted the urge to kiss him again, instead just holding the blond until he calmed down. It didn't seem to be working.
"If you think I'm just going to let you fuck me for a quickie--"
"Shut up, mutt."
Seto gave into the urge and kissed him again. Joey snarled and tried to push him off, but Seto could feel him weakening. He pushed his tongue into the warm mouth again, searching it slowly, pressing up against the slightly smaller body, feeling the faint trembling. He took a risk and let go of Joey's arms. Immediately they sank into his hair painfully hard, but to his pleasant surprise, Joey only gripped his head, his tongue shoving against Seto's, fighting for dominance.
Seto reached down, pushing his hands under the vest, sliding them along the warm skin. Joey groaned against his mouth, pressing against him. Seto broke the kiss to breathe, panting as he stared down at him, seeing Joey do the same.
"Is this going to be a quickie?" Joey asked between gasps for air.
"Do you care?"
Joey frowned. "I don't know why you're doing this."
"Again, do you care?"
"No."
Seto groaned as Joey kissed him this time. He fought with the invading tongue, once again exploring beneath that vest. He started to push it off, then growled, drawing back his head.
"Not out here. Get in the limo."
"Very romantic," Joey sneered, but pushed away from the wall and sauntered towards where all the cars were parked.
Seto followed, his eyes taking in the tail. Biting back an instinctive insult, he opened the back door. Joey shot him a look he couldn't read before going into the backseat. The driver had been given earlier instructions to go where he pleased and he'd be summoned whenever Seto felt like leaving. Seto followed Joey, closing the door. He tossed his trenchcoat onto the other seat, then grabbed Joey, searching out his mouth again.
Seto found himself being shoved hard against the inside of the door and he realized Joey was trying to get on top. He struggled against him, growling against his mouth, hearing Joey echo him. His superior strength won through and he shoved back, pinning the blond against the seat. Grinning down at him, he chuckled at Joey's angry look, but noticed that Joey didn't tell him to stop.
That angry look disappeared when he began taking off Joey's clothes, bending his head down to explore. The blond was rather vocal, no surprise, but not overtly loud. Seto enjoyed the squirming, the way Joey held onto him tight while he worked. Joey's fingers gripped a fistful of his hair and he winced as he was pulled upward to be kissed.
"I'm not giving in easily, Kaiba," Joey murmured against his mouth.
Reluctantly respectful of that, Seto kissed him back, feeling the fingers loosen. Joey's hands began to wander all over his back, pulling his shirt out of his pants and beginning to pull it up, fingers caressing up his spine as it was exposed, the sensations only causing Seto's body to heat up further. His pants were feeling pretty tight right now, and he hadn't even gotten off Joey's yet. He moved his fingers down to correct that, pulling open the button and zipper.
Joey growled, suddenly shoving upwards. Startled, Seto didn't react in time to stop from being heaved right off and onto the floor of the compartment. Joey rolled off the seat at the same time, landing on him, pinning him down against the carpeting. Snarling into Joey's triumphant grin, Seto fought against Joey's hold, then gasped as he bit down on Seto's collarbone. It felt like his teeth were an inch of pressure away from breaking the skin. Joey worried the spot, clearing intent on leaving a hickey, and Seto didn't struggle further, somehow knowing that Joey wouldn't hesitate to actually bite him if he did.
After a long minute, Joey eased back, chuckling darkly. "I told you I wouldn't give in without a fight. And now that I have you on your back, I might not give in at all."
"Guess again, mutt," Seto growled, wrenching his right wrist from Joey's grasp. He seized the back of Joey's head, hauling him down for a savage kiss, curling his arm around the back of Joey's neck to hold him there and gain leverage to roll the blond. There wasn't enough room and he ended up shoving Joey into the foot of the other seat, but it gave him enough to squirm out from under him. Joey fought against him and it took all his strength to heave Joey off and get on top of him. He pushed Joey hard into the floor and kissed him roughly. Joey's tongue fought with his, the fake fangs digging into both of their tongues.
"Take those stupid things out," Seto demanded when they broke apart.
"Kiss my ass," Joey responded, trying to pull off Seto's shirt.
The brunette let him, then groaned as Joey's tongue attacked one of his nipples. He set about taking off Joey's pants and finally got the blond to lift his hips so he could push them off. He caught Joey's face between his hands and kissed him again, trying to ignore the fangs. Joey's hands were busily shoving off his pants. He didn't protest; it was essential for what he planned on doing to the blond anyway.
"Have you thought of what you're going to do for lube, Moneybags?" Joey demanded once his mouth was free again.
Seto paused, then cursed softly. He got off of Joey and crawled onto the seat, rummaging through one of the compartments in the armrests for something he could use. He found a hotel-sized bottle of lotion that would certainly work.
Seto grunted as Joey suddenly tackled him. He was pressed face first into the leather as Joey crawled on top of him, hand reaching for the lotion bottle in Seto's hand, his other hand pressed into Seto's shoulderblades to hold him down as he straddled his legs.
"Perfect position, Kaiba," Joey purred. "I'll take that."
Seto held it out of his reach, trying to throw Joey off his back. "Get off, Wheeler. No way."
Joey laughed, and Seto felt the fake fangs against his back as Joey dipped his head to bite. Once he was finished adding another bruise to Seto's skin he lifted his head, leaning over him in another attempt for the bottle. The difference in height wasn't enough and Joey wrestled the bottle out of Seto's hand. Laughing, he sat back on his haunches. Seto twisted his body and knocked Joey off and onto the floor again. He quickly slid off the seat and onto him, pushing him down on his back on the floor. Joey growled, but Seto had him now. He pushed Joey's legs apart, ignoring him trying to push him off.
"It'll be this way, mutt," Seto said. "The way it should be."
Joey glared at him, then held out the bottle. Surprised, but pleased, Seto took it. He shifted his position so that he could reach Joey's entrance and after slicking his fingers, pushed one inside. Joey made a faint noise, shifting a little.
Despite all the anger they'd showed in their rough movements before, Seto didn't really want to hurt him. He was careful as he added his fingers, stretching Joey as the blond shifted on the floor beneath him, making himself more comfortable. Seto finished his stretching, then sought out Joey's prostate. The brown eyes widened and Joey gasped. Smirking, Seto prodded it again, Joey's fingers digging into his arms, watching him squirm on the floor.
Seto withdrew his fingers, then lubed his erection, the faint friction delicious. He paused then, looking down at Joey. The blond looked back up at him, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark. Seto had meant it, as grudgingly as he'd said it, Joey did look good.
Seto reached up, grabbing his trench coat off the seat. He doubled it up, then pushed it under Joey's head, pillowing it. Ignoring the look Joey gave him, he went back to business. He positioned himself, holding onto Joey's hips before he began to slide into him. Joey hissed, closing his eyes and grimacing. Seto didn't stop until he was fully seated, then held still, giving Joey time to adjust.
After a long moment the brown eyes opened, full of fire. Joey slammed up against him, causing him to gasp, the blond's fingers digging into his skin. "Move already!"
How could Seto deny that eloquent request? He began to thrust, picking up the pace as Joey pushed against him again. They were soon rocking on the floor, pleasure racing all along their bodies. Joey's constant groans and growls made Seto's blood seethe with heat. Holding back his own noises, he continued to pound Joey into the carpeting, striking his prostate repeatedly. The incredibly tight heat squeezed his cock unmercifully and he body was alight with ecstasy. He reached down blindly to grab Joey's erection and stroke it.
Joey's growls turned deeper, oddly more animalistic. Seto opened his eyes, about to tell him to lay off the act when he finally took in what he was seeing.
Joey lay spread out beneath him, his eyes no longer brown, but bright gold. The ears were now real, and laid back against the thick blond hair, and the fangs bared in his mouth looked horribly real too, and very sharp. The rest of him still looked pretty human, but that was rapidly changing.
Seto screamed as Joey lunged forward, sinking his fangs into his shoulder, the too-real claws shredding his back.
