And, as promised, here's chapter three. I've tried to be quick with the first few chapters, but you can probably expect the updates to slow down a little bit now as I try to figure out where I'm taking this thing.

Oh yeah, and this is the first real 'M' rated chapter, I guess you could say. Smut ahead; be warned.

Beep, beep, beep. The alarm clock rang at 7:05, just like it had the day before. Only this time, instead of hitting the snooze button, Jounouchi simply turned it off, already awake, alert and sitting on the edge of his bed.

He had been awake since early in the morning, not really sleeping much during the night. Not that any more could be expected of him, really, as he had just figured out that his boss was not only an arrogant snob, but also a monster.

Hah, sounded like one of those cheesy teen novels, or maybe some crappy online fanfiction. Had anybody else told him this story, he would have directed them straight to the loony bin, but he still couldn't deny what he'd seen. There wasn't any other explanation for it; Kaiba had to be a vampire. Either that or a pervert with a fetish for blood and really, really sharp teeth, but he highly doubted that second option. Jou had seen his teeth, and they weren't any sharper or blunter than normal.

But really, what Kaiba Seto was or was not wasn't the main issue here. The main issue was the fact that not only had Jou seen him, he'd also gotten evidence. That gave him the upper hand, right? If Kaiba did anything to piss him off, he could just threaten to leak them. Maybe, along with the money for Shizuka's operation, he could also obtain a calm, relaxing career as a secretary. Yeah, having a stable job would be nice.

The only problem was approaching his boss about the subject. He didn't have a computer, so he couldn't back up the images on a secondary device before bringing it up, and he would have to show proof. But then Kaiba could easily just steal the phone and break it or something. Then, not only would he have lost his blackmail material, he'd be out a phone.

Ah, how to do this… it was all so confusing. He'd never blackmailed anybody before, so he wasn't really sure of the dos and don'ts when it came to that kind of thing. He did know that you always needed an extra copy of your material, though, and that was where he fell short.

Maybe making himself some breakfast would clear his head, open up the thought-process a little so that he could come up with a few ideas.

Letting out a slight groan, the scruffy young man pulled himself up from the bed, cracking his knuckles and stretching as he shuffled down the stairs towards the kitchen. Let's see, what did he have… Eggs, bacon, no bread. Well, eggs and bacon were ok. It wasn't like skipping the toast once or twice was going to kill him.

He opened up the cupboard above the stove, searching around for a frying pan just as a small object fell down, landing on the stove in front of him with a small thunk. Blinking, he quickly picked up the little pink thing, flipping it over to get a look at what it was.

Shizuka's cell-phone. She must have forgotten it after making dinner for him the night before.

The thought brought a small smile to Jou's face, and he imagined how lost she would be without it. He'd have to return it to her on his way to work…

Wait a minute. Shizuka's cell-phone. He could mail it the pictures.

He would have his backup.

***
Sucking in a deep breath, Jounouchi stood in front of the door to Kaiba's office, one hand in his pocket clutching his cell-phone.

He had returned Shizuka's phone to her on his way to work, neglecting to mention the pictures that he'd secretly stored on the memory. She probably wouldn't notice them, as she rarely used the phone for more than making calls, so leaving it with her was the perfect hiding place. Nobody else would know.

But right now he needed to focus on the subject at hand, which was getting Kaiba to pay him the money he needed. He knew that the CEO was in there and that he didn't have any appointments at the moment, so it was the perfect time to catch him. All he needed to do was get up the courage to…

He knocked on the door. There was no answer for a few moments, and when it did come it was short and gruff. Hesitating for a moment, Jou finally grabbed the door handle and let himself in.

It was the first time he had actually been inside the office, and thus the first time he realized how cold it was inside. The walls were grey, the curtains were grey, the floors were grey, the small area rug, which was meant to add a sense of warmth and hominess to the otherwise desolate room, was a dull, muted shade of grey. It was like walking into a steel box, and the second Jou entered he felt chills run up and down his spine.

This was not a very nice room.

Sitting at the steel desk across from the door was Mr. CEO himself, Kaiba, with a grey coffee-mug sitting next to a stack of papers that he was absently sorting through. He appeared to be bored, as if running one of the most powerful companies in the world wasn't enough of a challenge for him. Just his posture ground the other man's gears, causing him to stand straight and proud as he stepped in.

"Kaiba, I need to talk to you."

Jou was surprised at how confident he sounded as he spoke up, glad that he wasn't melting like he had expected he would. Hm. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. The CEO stayed quiet for a minute, filing through his papers before he looked up to face the other.

"Well? What do you want, speaking to your boss so disrespectfully?" His tone was surprisingly sharp, and Jou almost backed down right then and there. But he was a man, not a wimp, and he wasn't going to give into this… This /guy/ without a fight!

"It's about last night." Jou made sure that his tone was deadly serious, and Kaiba finally gave him his full attention. Unfortunately, his reaction was rather… odd. He didn't seem scared, nervous, or even mad. Instead he looked somewhat amused, and that just pushed Jou further. He quickly reached into his pocket, pulling out the cell-phone and shoving the pictures right under the other man's nose. "If you don't give me half a million dollars, I'll leak these to the press."

Jou was confident that he had gotten his point across well enough, and was almost proud of himself… Until Kaiba started to laugh. It wasn't exactly a happy laugh either. It was that damned arrogant, smug laugh that seemed to mock Jou every time he heard it. Damn, he hated that laugh. But it had to be a bluff. After all, he had proof—

"And which trash tabloid do you think will take this story of yours, little doggie? You have a couple of blurry cell-phone pictures and a bullshit story. Go ahead and leak them if you want. All it will do is prove to people that you have poor Photoshop skills." Kaiba spoke calmly, and in an instant every single defense Jou had was broken down. He hadn't really thought about the photo quality, or the believability of his story. He had just thought that Kaiba would relent the second he brought it up. But he couldn't give up now.

"But they'll take it seriously when they find the body!" He pointed out, which only caused Kaiba's eyebrow to rise in confusion.

"Body? What body? You didn't kill somebody, did you?" The tone was mocking, slightly concerned, while Jou himself just blinked. Was Kaiba crazy? He had seen him, had even taken pictures, and he still denied it?

"What body? The body of that girl you killed last night, you bastard!" He squeaked, his voice higher than he hoped as he quickly snapped his cell-phone shut, shoving it into his pocket once more. This whole conversation was just getting more and more bizarre, and it was made even worse when Kaiba laughed once more. It was a quieter, less mocking laugh this time, but it still pissed Jou off, particularly because he didn't know what he was laughing about.

"I didn't kill anybody. Had you not run away with your tail between your legs, you would have realized that." He said the words smoothly, picking up his coffee mug and taking a sip. He was extremely calm about this whole situation, and Jou felt his spirits drop. He opened his mouth to come up with some kind of counter, some retort, but nothing came out. Finally he accepted defeat, turning around and hanging his head as he started towards the door. Had he had a tail, it would have been between his legs.

Unfortunately, things weren't quite that simple. Just as he place his hand on the door-knob, he was pulled back, feeling a cold hand on the back of his neck, a fistful of his collar tightly clutched between the fingers.

"Where do you think you're going, mutt? In case you forgot, you just barged into your boss's office and tried to blackmail him." Jou hadn't even heard Kaiba get out of his chair, and already he was shoved down onto the carpet in front of that cold, steel desk. Kaiba was standing over him, a smug smirk on his face as he surveyed the other, like a predator watching his prey.

That was when Jou came to a certain realization. His little scheme had just made him into lunch.

Panicking, he quickly scrambled to his feet once more, rushing towards the doorway in an attempt to escape, but that only excited Kaiba more. He felt a palm on his face, icy fingers pressing lightly against his eyes and cheek-bones, and then he was roughly shoved back down to the floor. Before he had a chance to get up this time, he felt Kaiba's boot dig into his back, forcing him flat onto his stomach.

Damn, that hurt. The poor blond let out a startled yelp of pain, groping around in an attempt to find some kind of weapon, but all that earned him was the boot being lifted from his back and going down on his fingers. He winced, biting down hard on his lower lip to keep from crying out in pain once more, and the disgusting cracking sound that came from his hand made him feel dizzy, sick to his stomach.

This wasn't happening…

Kaiba clicked his tongue, still being that smug, arrogant sonovvabitch that he always was, and Jou felt a growl rise low in his throat as he looked up towards the other's face, seeing that goddamned smirk.

"Now now. Good doggies don't get up and leave until their masters say so." He teased, eliciting a harsh glare from the man on the floor. All he had to do was spin his heel, however, and the defiant look was replaced with a painful whimpering. Ah, yes. That was better.

"I have to admit, you certainly are bold. I half-expected you to quit or just try and sell those pictures, but you actually had the balls to try and blackmail me. That was dumb as shit, of course, but it certainly was bold." The brunette ran his tongue over his teeth, looking down at his prey as he thought for a moment. Maybe there was a way that they could make this… Fun. Keep it going. Jounouchi certainly was an amusing man, and he didn't want to let this chance slip away quite yet.

"So, you need half a million dollars… That's quite a lot of money. Certainly more than those pathetic pictures are worth. But I'll make you a deal instead. I'll give you the money, but you have to give me something in return." Jou was surprised at the offer, expecting to have been killed right then and there, but when he looked up and saw the expression on his boss's face, all hope drained out of him.

"Unnh… What…" He coughed, then yanked his hand out from under Kaiba's foot, glaring daggers at the other man. If looks could kill, Kaiba would be dead. Or, deader than he already was, seeing as he was a vampire. Wait, how did that work? Ah, who cared, the guy looked like he was going to kill him anyways! But he said he would give him the money in return for… Something.

But what was that something? What did he—

The truth suddenly sank in, just as Kaiba moved in for the kill. His hand slid underneath Jou's shirt, his knee going between his legs as he shoved the other down and straddled him, making sure to rub up against certain parts as much as he could as he licked the other's throat. The poor receptionist was caught completely off-guard, and let out a small moan, which was soon followed by a few weak objections.

As much as the blond hated to admit it, Kaiba was /good/ at this. His hands touched just the right places, his fingers knowing where to caress and where to avoid as they snaked around his body. His tongue was particularly skillful, getting the soft spot just beneath his earlobe and causing another moan as Jou's knees began to tremble.

This wasn't good, this wasn't good… He could feel Kaiba's hot breath on his neck, and that tongue… A bulge was starting to grow in the young secretary's pants pressing up against the CEO's knee, and he quickly began to struggle once more. Not this, anything but this…!

Too bad. Just as he managed to break away, Kaiba's arms wrapped his waist and forced him to the ground. Before he had a chance to think, Jou was on his back, his pants off as his boss's hand grabbed his throbbing errection.

Geez, they hadn't even done much yet, and already he was like this… Jou shivered, letting out a whimper as those inhumanly cold hands clutched his hot length, but soon the temperature didn't matter as Kaiba expertly ran his fingers up and down, pumping and touching. Oh god, it was never this good when he did it by himself.

"Unngh… N-no, Kaiba… S-stop…" He squirmed, but the will to resist was gone, and though his mouth was saying no, he found himself pushing up into the other's hand at the same time. His face was flushed, and he could feel himself about to come just as the brunette stopped pumping and squeezed the base, preventing him from release.

"Come on, Jounouchi, don't you know anything? A dog never gets to go before the master." He heard the cruel chuckle in his ear as Kaiba once more began to aggressively kiss his neck, and the poor blond let out a tortured moan. This was too much, too much—

Suddenly Kaiba's fingers were in his mouth. What was he doing? Why was he… Oh no, God no, not that! Anything but that! He quickly began to squirm, whimpering as he felt one damp finger slide towards the small opening, slowly pushing its way inside.

Oh god, oh god, oh /god/! Jou writhed and wriggled, trying to relax so that it wouldn't hurt as much, but at the same time he wanted to fight it because of how… How good it felt. It was just Kaiba's finger, and yet he was already in physical pain from wanting to come so bad. If only the stupid bastard would let him come…

The first finger was soon replaced by a second, helping to stretch open and prepare the opening for the grand finale, which Jou could feel was coming next. Kaiba's breathing had actually quickened somewhat, and he could feel the large, pulsing mass pressed up against his rear, just waiting to get inside and explore.

Finally, the two fingers were drawn out. Normally Kaiba would have at least tried to prepare him a little more, but something about this one was just too tempting. He didn't want to wait any longer when Jou's hole was practically begging for him, and he finally pushed his way inside, causing the poor secretary to let out a small scream of passion and pain, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt Kaiba burry himself inside of him, thrusting into him with reckless abandon.

Then he felt something else. A sharp pain in his throat, much like the sting you felt when getting a needle. Only there were two needles this time, sunk right into his jugular vein and greedily sucking. The poor blond suddenly felt very dizzy, his vision blurring and spinning as he looked down. He could make out a thick white cream, so he must have climaxed, but he couldn't even tell. All he could feel was Kaiba's mouth on his neck, his fangs in the vein.

***

"Big brother! What do you think you're doing?! He works for us, you can't just suck him dry like that! You almost killed him!"

Voices… Angry, shouting voices. One of them sounded like it belonged to Mokuba, but they were too far away for Jou to really be sure of anything. His head was pounding, his eyelids and every other part of his body feeling like they were made of lead. He felt cold, too. Like he had just been dunked in ice-water and was now battling hypothermia.

As if god had realized that, the blond receptionist suddenly felt a blanket being draped over his shoulders and wrapped around his body, which was laying on some kind of cushy surface. It was either a couch or a bed, but seeing as they were in an office building he guessed that it was the former.

But why was he on the couch…?

The memories suddenly flooded back to him, and had he not felt like a scarecrow stuffed full of potatoes instead of straw, he probably would have blushed.

"…He'll live. It was consensual, anyways." Kaiba's voice. Puh! Consensual? What the hell was consensual about what had happened? He'd been shoved to the ground and… And…

"But still! You can't go attacking employees at the company! Poor Jounouchi… He'll definitely want to quit now, and you know how hard it was to find a male secretary willing to take such low pay." Mokuba again. It seemed that they were arguing about something… About him?

"He won't quit." Kaiba spoke with no small amount of confidence, and without even needing to open his eyes, Jou knew that he was wearing that goddamned smirk of his.

"We still have an agreement."

Ugh, sex scenes are not one of the things I'm good at, and this was one of my worst. X.x I'm sorry, readers! I really dropped the ball half-way through this one, but hey, at least I got it done and actually elaborated on the whole blackmail part of the plot. I'll probably end up delving more into the vampire plot to explain the backstory behind Kaiba and Mokuba in the next few chapters, but as I said, this is the last one I have a specific plan set out for, so don't expect the next update to come so soon. I do hope you enjoyed this one, though. =3