Black Moor

Jou took a while to digest the information that Seto gave him. He, for the first time, understood Seto's sadness. Why he had that sad look in his eyes when he looked at Jou when he was thirsty. Why he looked sad when he answered Jou's questions on what he was.

In a way, at least. He still understood so little.

Still, he wanted to understand. He wanted to share Seto's pain. He didn't want to just stand by and let Seto suffer by himself... let him be consumed. Not without letting himself suffer as well.

He felt Seto move through his mind, shuffling through his thoughts. And to his surprise, he didn't mind. He remembered what he said when he first found out that his mind and Seto's were linked.

'Get out of my head! GET OUT!

He laughed silently, the memory amusing him to a certain degree.

/What is it that you find funny?/

Nothing.

/Really? You seem to find amusement in your reaction to the information that our minds are joined now./

...So?

Jou suddenly felt an urge to seep, though he was sure that only a moment ago he wasn't tired.

"Seto, what are you... doing?" He asked, feeling fatigue.

"I'm not doing anything. Why do you ask?"

"Because I feel tired now. And I didn't a minute ago."

"Well, if your tired, then close your eyes."

"No."

There was no reply this time. Instead, the need to sleep increased. Jou didn't want to subcum to it, he wanted to stay awake.

The fatigue pressed heavier onto his body and mind, closing his eyelids slowly. Jou fought against it, but was overcome.

He closed his eyes, sinking into the darkness.

Seto remained awake, watching Jou. Looking down upon his peaceful face. He ran a finger over the now sleeping boys eyelids, tracing his face. He moved his hand to Jou's neck, along one of the only places you could feel a pulse.

Sure enough, below his hand, there was a calm pulse. He slowly moved his hand along his koi's neck, his collarbone, finally stopping at the hollow at the base of the blonde's neck. Soft skin, and below it, red blood.

Warm, comforting, intoxicating.

Those were the only words that could describe what Seto's 'food' was. To him, at least.

He moved his mouth along the blondes neck, down to the hollow at the base of it. Unconsciously, his tongue moved out from between his lips.

He caught himself, but didn't move from his position over Jou.

What was he doing? Falling in love with this human boy, marking him as his own. And it was much more than that.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang on the heavy wooden door. Shouts.

He pulled Jou close to his chest.

And just in time. The door was knocked off it's hinges by an axe.