C.R.G- Almost couldn't write this- I was drooling too much.
Fetch?
Canadian Raccoon Girl
Chapter 2:
Bite Me
Bakura, or rather, 'Dog', stared at his reflection, speechless. A small, thin white cat stared back with a puzzled garnet eyes. He hissed at the shiny briefcase in angry mystification. "What the hell is this?!" He yowled. "You've got to be kidding me! YAMI, YOU BASTARD!" Feeling the fur on his tail and back stand on end, he spun around, looking at the blue-eyed face accusing ferocity. "You helped him with this, didn't you?!" He demanded angrily, scooting away, and not taking his eyes off the face. "You won't keep me this way! I'll find a way to change back!"
He stared at him, a brief prick of recognition pulling at his memory. 'But who are you?' He wondered frustratedly. 'Come on... I know this...' Growling, he awkwardly put his paws on his head, trying to pull some sense from it.
"Onii-san!" The black-haired thing yelped, cradling it's hand. "She bit me!"
"He, Mokuba-nii-chan." The blue-eyed face said to it's apparent brother. "He's just new here. He's frightened." Bakura's ears folded back as he heard the word 'frightened'.
"I'm not scared of you!" He meowed, prancing up to the blue-eyed face and matching it stare for stare. "He clambered over the long, twin mountains folded beneath the blue-eyed face, (A/N. His legs, folded beneath him) and attempted to climb up the hard, smooth thing above them, back paws braced against the mountains. The blue-eyed face laughed, a little, soft, cold laugh, and picked him up by the scruff of his neck.
He found himself inches from the eyes, dangling from one huge hand, and did his best to stick his tongue out at him. Another little, throaty laugh built in the face. "Ornery little bastard, aren't you, Dog?"
Dog bit him square on the nose.
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Seto cursed angrily, clutching a bruised and slightly bleeding nose with one hand, and holding an evil white cat with the other. He could have sworn it was grinning- 'Grinning like a bastard, the little fuckard.' He thought as Dog growled cheekily at him, and growled right back, earning a blink and a startled look from the cat.
As he cleaned the blood from his nose, Dog, in the meantime, was squirming uncomfortably against the fingers that held him, and yowling in annoyance in a much similar, if much less panic-stricken, fashion that he had been before, when staring at the briefcase.
"You," He said, "Are a pain in the ass."
(Fetch?)
Bakura finally remembered, as he stared up at the face eating a sparse amount of canned soup. 'Seto Kaiba, hmm? This should be interesting.' He snickered to himself, causing Kaiba to glance at him in passing as he ate. Sitting beside the table, looking up at the table with that mimicked the ones that Ryou used on him, he made truly atrocious racket, cussing and swearing, all the while with his pretty-kitty eyes."You can't understand a word of this, can you, dumbass? Your mother's waiting for me at the hotel!" He insulted sweetly. "I hear she's done half of Domino!"
Kaiba looked at him evenly, clicked his tongue against his teeth in annoyance, and gave Bakura a sopping piece of chicken pulled from his soup. Bakura pounced on his fingers, grabbing the meat and dashing off, looking like the cheshire cat itself. Behind him, Kaiba snorted and rolled his eyes at the cat's eccentric behaviour.
(Fetch?)
Seto looked at Dog curiously, stripping off his shirt, as the cat scrabbled at the bedroom door in what looked like desperation. "Where are you so anxious to be off to?" He quipped dryly at him, unzipping his pants. "You've been fed, and your litter box is in the corner..."
The cat's head snapped back to look at him with large red eyes, which he swore grew wider still, and then snapped back towards the door, ramrod still and not looking at him. Seto raised a fine brown eyebrow, pants and boxer falling to his feet, and snickered. "A shy cat? That's new."
Walking forward, he picked up the protesting cat, and cradled against his chest. A smile of amusement crept onto his lips as Dog quieted, despite the fact that he could have sworn it was looking him over. He climbed in between the dark satin sheets of his bed and deposited the cat- he could have sworn it was smirking pervertly- beside him.
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Bakura drooled over the prone form beside him, taking in the thick, luxurious brown hair, slender, muscular torso, and- other aspects.
The brown-haired teen reached out a long hand- he could imagine what that could be used for- and pulled the very willing cat against his chest. The cat was very, very willing. 'One more reason to become human again...' He thought hornily. Kaiba smelled sharp and musky, like- well, male. Bakura grinned again, to the best of his ability, and buried himself against the lithe muscles.
'Maybe this isn't so bad after all...' He commented to himself, not unpleased with the proceedings. He felt the heartbeat slow and become steady as the boy fell quickly asleep.
His eyes dropped closed as well, soothed by the rhythmic beating of the teen's heart.
(Fetch?)
Bakura stirred as sluggish arms encircled him, looking up into the peacefully sleeping face of Kaiba, and his own, now hairless body. 'I'm back to normal...?' He thought curiously, then looking back at Kaiba's chest, pressed against him. 'This has opportunities...'
He grinned cattishly, and ran his fingers over the teen's chest, earning a little moan. His smile grew wider as his hands roamed south.
(Fetch?)
Seto moaned as the light hit his eyes, and rolled over, finding the cat sitting patiently on the floor, grooming himself. His face flushed brightly as he remembered the previous night's dream, and peeked down at himself.
"Oh, fuck..." He groaned.
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