Yami set the woman gently down on the lounge by the pool, watching her chest rise and fall with steady breaths.

He saw Kaiba lower her friend into the seat beside her, and gently brush the hair out of her face.

What a relief to know that it wasn't a mistake to turn the Kaiba brothers. Yami had previously encountered other more…violent vampires, and the memory disturbed him greatly.

"We can't leave them here alone," Kaiba said instantly, gazing at Yami over the sleeping woman's head. "There's no one up here. What if someone finds them while they're still asleep?"

"We can call security to wake them up…or, hope that they wake up soon," Yami nodded, sitting down in the adjacent lounge chair beside the women, seeing one's eyelid twitch. "I'm getting hungry."

Kaiba grimaced sympathetically. Yeah, another reminder that he was the selfish asshole who had drank the last of it, even handing the glass to Mokuba and watching him lick it clean.

"The next meal is on me," Kaiba said, feeling the words roll off his tongue with way too much familiarity. He hated owing people favors, and this instance was no expectation.

"Really? Thank you," Yami replied, smiling casually and sliding one slender leg over the other as he leaned back into the lounge with his arms crossed behind his head, gazing up at the indigo night sky that was decorated with tiny silver stars.

Kaiba nodded wordlessly, raking his eyes greedily down Yami's legs, feeling unusually pent up. Now that he was full, he had another nasty urge nagging at him.

Standing gracefully, Kaiba moved to sit on the lounge beside Yami, and he rested a hand daringly on his knee, his heart pounding in his ears when Yami shot him another pretty smile.
This spiky-haired man…was so caring and generous, even though they barely knew each other. What had he done to deserve this wonderful person?
Where had he come from and…why did he save Mokuba without question?

"What are you thinking about?" Yami asked slyly, wishing he was strong enough to hear Kaiba's thoughts, because he briefly saw lust flash through his eyes. "Tell me."

Kaiba said nothing and chose to dive forward bravely to capture Yami's lips in a tight kiss, managing to catch him off guard. Blinking rapidly, Yami relaxed and enjoyed Kaiba's tongue slipping teasingly in and out over the tops of his fangs, and it sent a wonderful shiver down his spine.

Incredible. Somehow…Kaiba tasted even better now than he did when he was human.

I can see why vampires have mindless sex when they're bored, Yami thought happily, draping his arms around Kaiba's shoulders to pull him closer, letting himself fall into the wonderful softness of Kaiba's lips which were moving sensually over his, sending wave after wave of warmth crashing down over him while each kiss lingered with a certain sweetness.

The mood had changed too. When Kaiba was human, it was this desperate, needy, panting horniness that seemed to never end. Now, it was…comforting, soft, and dreamy.

Yami decided that death really did change the CEO for the better, and he sighed happily into the embrace, nibbling playfully on Kaiba's lower lip and enjoying the hands raking down his sides, bunching his blazer up around his hips while slender fingers slipped teasingly across his belt.

Kaiba's chest tightened with excitement when Yami's hands tangled in his hair and tugged erotically, encouraging him to continue while a silky sweet tongue danced along his lower lip. Holy fuck. Yes.

He leaned Yami down onto the lounge and rested his hands on either side of his spiky head, drinking in the sight below him, feeling like he'd conquered the world's best, and unwinnable prize.

Silvery rays of clear moonlight made Yami's tanned skin appear to glow beautifully, and his spiky bangs brushed against his delicate cheeks perfectly, drawing attention to his best feature: his alluring, violet eyes.

"Is this…real?" Kaiba whispered, feeling as if something was slowly crushing the air out of his lungs the longer Yami stared unblinkingly up at him. "I thought you hated me."

"Where did you get that funny idea?" Yami asked with a smirk, trailing his finger down the side of Kaiba's sharp cheekbone. "Don't tell me you're still angry because I told you I don't have a phone, because I really don't. That was the truth."

Kaiba blinked and chanced a nod, his heart pounding with incredulity.
That interaction had felt like it had been eons ago!

"Well, I don't need a phone," Yami said, sensually shrugging his shoulders and pulling Kaiba down closer so he could press a swift kiss on his cheek. "We can communicate…in other ways. I'll show you—"

"Oh my god!"

Kaiba and Yami froze, slowly turning their heads to the side with dread. Both women were awake and staring at them with shocked expressions.

"It's…not what it looks like," Yami said uncertainly, resting a warm hand on Kaiba's chest and feeling him tense. "We were waiting for you to wake up."

Kaiba blinked and his heart skipped a nervous beat at Yami's words as he watched the women glare at them angrily. Yami didn't mean that, right?

"Well, Mimi and I aren't interested anyway!" The dark-haired woman stood up and grabbed her friend by the arm, pulling her up off the lounge. "Let's go!"

Kaiba set his jaw and didn't move from his position as the women stormed off in a huff. Yami's spiky bangs were inches from his nose and he was aching to bury his face in them.

"Well, now that they're gone, let's continue," Yami said slowly, turning back to Kaiba with a smile. "I didn't hear them wake up because I was so distracted."

"Yes, and too bad," Kaiba mumbled, shutting his eyes and inhaling Yami's exotic scent deeply into his lungs. "Mokuba is the room. Where can we do it?"

"We'll get another room," Yami said devilishly, flashing his fangs in a grin. "Try not to make the front desk attendant faint, otherwise you'll draw attention to us."

Kaiba nodded, his stomach curling with hunger as he bit down playfully on Yami's ear. His companion laughed deeply and pushed him away with one arm, trying to sit up.

"We're both hungry. Let's eat a male this time, shall we?" Yami suggested lightly, and Kaiba leaned back to let Yami up, his body tense with dread.
He didn't want to sound as whiny as Mokuba, but he hated people, and now, his meals had to come from people.
He was going to hate eating, just as much, if not more.

"It won't be that bad," Yami said reassuringly, standing to stretch lightly, and he offered Kaiba his hand. "We'll find one together."

Slipping his hand into Yami's outstretched one, Kaiba enjoyed the way his arm tingled happily when their fingers interlocked, and he rose to his feet, allowing Yami to lead him back inside.

A group of high school students were loitering in the hallway, sneaking cigarettes, and Kaiba wrinkled his nose at the overpowering stench of tobacco. His nostrils were burning! His heightened sense of smell was a gift and a curse.

Yami also wrinkled his nose and powered past them, nearly running nose-first into another student, who gasped and backed away apologetically.

"Sorry!" The student cried, pressing himself flat against the wall to let Kaiba and Yami through the narrow hallway. "I-I didn't see you. I was just passing by."

Yami paused to stare at the student, taking in his spiky hair and his delicate features. Cute.

Kaiba also stared, but he was fixated on the pulse beating rapidly in the boy's neck…because he could hear the frantic heartbeat like it was thunder in his own ears. And the scent, oh fuck, the scent! He smelled like a freshly grilled tenderloin steak with a side of fresh tomatoes and parsley.

Yami felt Kaiba tense behind him, and the pale hand in his grip became iron hot.

Steak! Kaiba thought wildly, his composure slipping when he realized he'd been staring too long. The student was inching along the wall, getting further away from them as he eyed them with caution. His round eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and incredulity.

"He'll do?" Yami asked knowingly, seeing a muscle jump in Kaiba's cheek as he nodded.

The spiky-haired student was already at the end of the hall, whispering fervently to his two friends who were lighting up another cigarette.

"Yo, Yugi, where'd you go?" Tristan asked, sticking the cigarette in his mouth and clicking the lighter on.

"And did you manage to sneak more of those tiny cakes like we asked ya' to?" Joey added heatedly, snatching the lighter from Tristan's hand and keeping it clenched in his fist. "Don't hog the lighter. It's mine!"

"You gave it to me, so it's mine!" His friend shot back, taking a short puff and blowing into his face, and Joey growled.

Yugi stood anxiously beside his two friends, throwing the gay couple a look over his shoulder before hastily turning back around. His heart thudded nervously in his chest when he thought he'd made eye-contact with the taller man.
Those two were…so openly holding hands…!

Kaiba ground his teeth and gripped Yami's hand tighter. Shit.
His food was being contaminated by that horrible stench. Something was smelling horribly sour, and rotten, which, combined with the scent of cigarettes, was causing Kaiba's stomach to churn with disgust.

He felt Yami give him an encouraging nudge at his side.

"If you can pull him away from those two, I can get us a room in the meantime," Yami whispered, releasing Kaiba's hand and stepping out of the hallway. "See you in the main lobby. If it takes longer than five minutes to draw him away, we'll find another one."

The steak-scented human was surrounded by two werewolves who looked vaguely familiar, and Yami didn't want to be recognized.

"But I don't want another one," Kaiba breathed, his mouth watering heavily as he ached from the memory of digging into a tender steak. "I want that one."

Yami said nothing and smiled. He turned and gave Kaiba a wave, seeing Kaiba striding towards the group of students, and he reassured himself that it would be fine. Kaiba was motivated. He would do it correctly and hopefully perform better when he wasn't being watched.

After all, he had survived by himself up until this point, so Yami decided he needed to have more faith in the CEO.

Joey blinked rapidly and nudged Tristan in the ribs when a tall businessman approached them with murder in his cold, blue eyes.

Yugi turned around, startled to see the handsome man towering before them, looking furious. The man's partner was nowhere in sight, and it seemed like this tall businessman wanted to shout at them for breaking the rules.

"Ah…we-we're sorry for smoking here!" Yugi cried, bending himself into a frantic bow of apology. "Please don't report us!"

"Holy shit," Tristan muttered, chewing the end of his cigarette so hard, the glowing tip bobbed up and down erratically. "Is this guy…that billionaire?"

"I'm not sorry," Joey said brashly, giving Kaiba the finger. "Fuck off, freak. Mind yer own business."

Kaiba sneered coldly at the blond and made steady eye contact with him, speaking evenly, "Smoking is bad for you. It'll start to feel like you're inhaling fire. Put it out."

Joey narrowed his eyes at the businessman for a long moment, ignoring him pointedly and taking a deep inhale, just to piss him off. After a split second, he froze, and the cigarette fell from his lips. He sank to the floor on his knees as he coughed and gagged violently, clawing at his throat while his eyes watered.
His insides were on fire!
Joey hung onto Tristan's leg, gasping for breath.
His throat was searing with a horrible burning, and his chest was impossibly tight.

"Dude, are you okay?" Tristan kneeled beside him, thumping him on the back and glaring up at the neatly dressed businessman, his blood running hot and cold with a mixture of fear and anger. "What the fuck did you do to him, you asshole?!"

"Down, boy. Heel," Kaiba replied coldly, reminding himself not to roll his eyes because he had to keep staring…into the brown-haired boy's aggressive glare.

Tristan froze, his body trembling with protest before he dropped down on all fours and stuck his tongue out, panting like an excited dog.

Yugi bit back a frightened gasp but couldn't bring himself to do anything.

Joey and Tristan had always been mean to him…so he couldn't help but feel like they deserved it, just a bit.

Smiling triumphantly to himself, Kaiba stepped over Tristan and crushed the still-burning cigarettes under his heel, fully aware of the steak-boy still watching him.
Well…shit. He had fucked up.
Yami was right.
He needed to be less forceful.
Besides, the horrible cigarette stench was putting him off the thought of food anyway.

Kaiba brushed past the steak-scented boy silently and held his breath, not wanting to inhale any more rotten fumes coming from the two smokers. Time to get the fuck out of here.

Yugi backed away and let the man pass, catching a whiff of something sweet as he passed, and he kept his gaze fixed intently on the man's slender shoulders.

Joey was still coughing weakly at his feet, and Tristan was turning around in circles on all fours, searching for his tail to chase.

"W-Wait!" Yugi cried, hearing his own voice shake as he dashed forward to follow the man, his feet seemingly moving on their own. "…Please!"

Kaiba swallowed thinly and paused mid-step, hearing footsteps rushing up behind him, so he dared himself to hope. Maybe he didn't fuck up.

"Thank you?" Yugi breathed, gazing up at the handsome man with wide eyes. "Are you a performer? A hypnotist? I mean, we have tickets to see the show later tonight, but I didn't really think anything of it!"

Kaiba let his breath out in a thin sigh of relief and he turned to face his steak dinner with a charming smile.

"Did you want to see more?" Kaiba prompted, catching another heavy whiff of the savory scent, and his stomach churned. Oh fuck. Why didn't any of the previous girls smell like this?
Did men taste better? Or was it just this guy who smelled like steak?

Yugi nodded before he stopped himself and threw a look over his shoulder at his two classmates. Joey was slapping Tristan across the face, and received a loud bark in return.

"Is he going to be okay?" Yugi asked nervously, and he unwittingly turned to gaze into the handsome man's face again, feeling his cheeks burn with a strange longing.

"He'll snap out of it soon," Kaiba said plainly, and almost as if on cue, Tristan sat back on his heels and scratched his head angrily, confused.

"What're you doing?" Tristan cried, seeing Joey with his hand raised to slap him again. "Wh—fuck off man! Don't hit me!"

Yugi winced and turned away, listening to his friends jostling playfully behind him. How…embarrassing!

"Ditch those losers," Kaiba said warmly, pointing a slender finger towards the hallway leading to the main lobby. "Come with me. We'll have some fun."

And I get to treat Yami to a steak dinner, Kaiba growled to himself, trying to contain his excitement.

Yugi hesitated for a moment before he found himself nodding, agreeing with enthusiasm. His heart leapt into his throat with anxiety as he wondered what had happened to his own body, and why he was so willing to follow his stranger away from his friends.

Kaiba walked a few steps forward and realized the spiky-haired boy wasn't following him. Dammit.
Was the 'pressure' too light? But he didn't want to make this guy sleepy either….

"What's wrong?" Kaiba asked, advancing on the student with his eyes narrowed, and he remembered a trick he'd forgotten to apply. "I never got your name."

"I…I don't think I should leave my friends," Yugi confessed sheepishly, lowering his head to stare at his shoes while the tips of his ears turned red. "Besides, your…boyfriend must be waiting for you."

"My boyfriend?" Kaiba echoed incredulously, thrown off guard for a second before he realized this guy had probably seen him holding hands with Yami, and his heart soared with pride. "Yeah, he's pretty great."

"I see," Yugi replied awkwardly, turning redder and redder by the second. "Well, see you…!"

"Wait!" Kaiba commanded, his heart racing angrily in his ears as he saw the boy freeze and slowly turn his head to gaze fearfully at him. Ah, shit.
The boy was scared of him.

Dammit, dammit…dammit! How did fucking Yami do this?!

"Before you go, tell me your name," Kaiba said quietly, and Yugi felt himself nod.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Yugi Mutou," Yugi said, bending forward in a polite bow before straightening up to look into the man's face, which he realized instantly was a mistake, because a set of the clearest, bluest eyes he'd ever seen, drilled holes into him, causing him to shiver slightly.

"Yugi," Kaiba repeated, smiling a little when their eyes met. He held the gaze for as long as he could, listening to the rapid heartbeats coming from the other man. "Come meet my…boyfriend. He's a fucking rock star. Ever heard of him?"

"No…I…can't say…I have," Yugi replied dazedly, swaying slightly on the spot when the handsome man's voice seemed to reverberate in his bones. Oh god…this feeling…it was like, he was in love with this random stranger!
Worst of all, this stranger had a pretty boyfriend who was a foreign celebrity.
They both looked like celebrities, it didn't matter!

"You won't regret it," Kaiba smiled, wider this time, feeling his fangs poking him excitedly along his inner lip, and he held his hand out invitingly. "Come with me."

He watched with joyous triumph as the spiky-haired man steadily placed his hand into his palm, sending a warm jolt of electricity up his body.

YES! Dinner secured!

"Uh…. Yugi?" Tristan called, elbowing Joey in the ribs while his blond friend kept trying to relight his cigarette. "He's dangerous! Yugi!"

He was ignored, so Tristan leapt to his feet and raced over to grab Yugi by the arm, trying to pull him away from Kaiba's grasp.

"Fuck off! He's ours!" Tristan hissed, seeing Kaiba turn to him with a dangerous glint in his eye that made his blood run cold. "Did you forget about the agreement? He's under our protection! Leave him alone!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Kaiba scoffed, giving Yugi's hand a firm tug and feeling the boy weaken in his grasp. "I don't make agreements with peasants who smell like filth."

Joey rushed to Tristan's side with his fists raised. "A big-shot with fangs, eh? Let our friend go, or we'll tell on ya' to your king!"

Yugi blinked, trying to clear the odd haze that had settled over his head.
Everything felt really far away…
Why were his friends yelling at this handsome man about kings and queens?

"My king?" Kaiba sneered, his blood boiling with impatience. "You haven't learned your lesson yet? Maybe you'd like to go for a swim…overboard—"

"Fuck you!" Tristan hissed, stepping in front of Kaiba to break his eye contact with Joey. "Leave us alone! We'll tell Bakura, I swear! We're not scared of him, or you!"

The sour stench of wet dog grew overwhelming the moment the brown-haired teen stepped nose-to-nose with Kaiba, and he wrinkled his nose in disdain. This guy reeked of fear…and something else disgusting.

"King Bakura said any humans under our protection can't be fed on," Tristan recited nervously when he realized the blue-eyed vampire wouldn't back down. "Leave Yugi alone. You guys are always trying to kill him! So, last chance to fuck off."

"Who said I wanted to kill him?" Kaiba asked stiffly, giving Tristan and the blond an offended look. "I'll give him back. Calm the fuck down, and…shut up."

Tristan opened and closed his mouth frantically, pressing his hands to his throat and giving Joey a frightened look.

"You're evil," Joey spat, seeing Yugi swaying at Kaiba's side with a dazed look on his face. "He's helpless! Look at him! …C'mon Tristan. Let's go find a way to contact Bakura."

Allowing Joey to drag him down the hall, Tristan made sure to give the tall vampire both his middle fingers and an ugly face. They were no match for this guy even though there were two of them. Poor Yugi had to hang in there until they called reinforcements.

"Where…are they…going?" Yugi asked, feeling oddly dizzy as the ship seemed to sway under his feet. "I might be…getting seasick."

"I think you need a drink," Kaiba replied fluidly, smiling to himself as he led Yugi out of the hall and towards the main lobby.

Yugi was in a strange trance. Everything around him was oddly bright, and his body felt light, and floaty, as if he was walking on clouds, being escorted through a beautifully furnished lounge and into a crowded area where many duelists were milling around.

Nothing mattered except for the handsome man's wonderful cologne spilling over him like a flowery blanket. And their hands…they were touching. Their fingers were laced together, so openly…was this okay?

Come on, Dinner, walk faster, Kaiba urged silently, almost dragging the steak-scented boy towards Yami who was leaning casually against the wall at the far end of the room, shielded by a large, potted plant.

Yami nodded approvingly, his mouth watering with excitement when he saw Kaiba leading the cute boy towards them by the hand. He looked dazed, but mostly alert.
Very good! Kaiba had done it! What a feast!
They were having a romantic steak dinner together for their first meal.

"Hello," Yami said warmly, reaching his hand out for a friendly shake, and Yugi merely gaped at him, unable to piece together how he felt.

This man was beautiful!

His hair was a wonderful eruption of three different colors, and his dark, violet eyes had a mysterious aura about them. His jaw was sharp, and his tanned complexion made his cheekbones glisten handsomely underneath the chandelier lights.

Looking nervously back at the tall businessman, Yugi swallowed thinly, wondering what he'd done to deserve the company of these two dangerously pretty men.

Yami lowered his hand carefully, not wanting to interfere with any hypnosis Kaiba may have already tried on him. He gestured down another hallway, flipping a sliver card out of his pocket with two fingers, smiling mischievously.

"We got a room upgrade," Yami said steadily, giving Kaiba a meaningful nod. "It's a double suite!"

"Great," Kaiba replied emptily, his stomach churning with hunger. "Let's eat."

He tightened his grip around Yugi's hand and half-dragged him down the hallway after Yami's slender form, his skin tingling with anticipation. He had just eaten less than an hour ago, but somehow, he was so…fucking…hungry….

They turned a corner and a large hallway opened up before them with a set of double wide doors at the end. Yugi's eyes widened, finding it harder and harder to refuse.

His hand was glued into the businessman's palm, and his feet were carrying him forward with surprising swiftness. Before he knew it, he was standing inside a large, luxurious room with a set of minimalist sofas coupled with a large bed, a kitchenette, and a wet bar in the corner beside the balcony window. Enormous screens hung on the walls, and they all displayed the ship's welcome message.

Trying to clear the awful haze at the front of his mind, Yugi stared so hard at it, it left green spots in his eyes.

Kaiba noticed his food zoning out, so he stepped in front of Yugi and gazed heavily down into his half-lidded eyes.

"You want something to drink," Kaiba said evenly, seeing Yugi blink once, slowly. "How about a wine?"

He was starting to get the hang of using commands without making the subject sleepy. The key was to say it like he really meant it and maintain heavy eye-contact at the same time.

"I'm not…thirsty," Yugi replied faintly, watching the spiky-haired man walk through another door and disappear. "Thank you for inviting me…I need to leave now—"

"Sure," Kaiba replied carelessly, walking over to the wet bar and throwing Yugi a handsome smirk. "After a drink…. because you are thirsty."

"I'm not," Yugi protested, and the moment those words left his mouth, his throat became scratchy and dry. Oh…crap. He was in trouble! He was being hypnotized by this man!

Yami finished exploring the suite and appeared behind Kaiba, giving Yugi an appraising up and down look, wrinkling his nose at the heavy werewolf scent lingering on the boy's body.

"They've marked him," Yami said, his disappointment rising. "That's unfortunate. Let's give him back."

"It's fine. He just needs to be cleaned and marinated," Kaiba replied, thoroughly unfazed by the shocked look on Yugi's face.

A good meal took careful prep-work.

"Marinated?" Yami raised his eyebrows in amusement, and Yugi was relieved to see that this handsome man was on his side. "Well, don't take all night because I'm getting hungry. Mokuba might be asleep by the time you're done marinating."

"Sure, I'll hurry it up," Kaiba said, and he turned to stare aggressively into Yugi's wide eyes. "Want a bath? You smell...like a wet dog."

I-I do?! Yugi thought anxiously, feeling himself sweat. I smell like a wet dog! Gross!

"Yes. You smell like those two bozos you hang out with," Kaiba explained patiently, leading Yugi by the arm through the suite and into a lavish, spacious bathroom with a sloping ceiling where a thin, crystal chandelier hung elegantly above them.

"Ah…the smoking," Yugi stammered, wondering if it was rude to…take a bath…in a stranger's luxury suite?! But it was so nice in here! Everything glistened, and the "bathtub" was more like a community pool. It sunk into the ground and had four silver spouts hanging off from each side.

Two showers were encased against the wall behind panes of frosted glass, and Yugi's skin itched with invisible grime.

M-Maybe just a quick wash, because…it was rude to smell bad.

"Hurry up," Kaiba commanded impatiently, his nostrils burning the longer Yugi stayed standing there doing nothing. "Take it off. Your clothes smell too."

"I-I'm sorry?" Yugi squeaked, and he hastily shrugged off his blazer and unbuckled his belts, letting them fall to the floor with a heavy clink. It was as if he had been possessed. His hands moved by themselves, unbuttoning his pants with alarming speed so he could step out of them.

His bare feet touched the stone floors and Yugi shivered, standing in the middle of the bathroom, stark naked, wondering why he wasn't more ashamed, because he usually hated changing in front of other people in the locker room at school, so why…didn't it feel weird now…?

The handsome man swooped down to pick up his clothes, but not before dropping a towel over them to use as a barrier so he could avoid touching them.

"You better be wet by the time I get back," Kaiba said threateningly, nodding at the showers behind Yugi's head. "Get in the shower, now. I'm burning these."

"But that's my school uniform!" Yugi cried, and his own voice echoed back to him inside the bathroom as the door slammed, leaving him alone in the ringing silence.

Yami was sitting on the couch lazing around when Kaiba stormed out of the bathroom and walked into the kitchen to unceremoniously dump Yugi's clothes into the large sink to run water over them.

"Water won't get it out," Yami replied lazily, clicking the remote with a slender finger, biting back a yawn. "If he 'hangs out with them' like you mentioned, the scent is in his hair and in his skin. He's not tainted, but…almost inedible."

"Oh, he'll be more than edible when I'm done with him," Kaiba replied with furious determination. "Shit. This is a uniform. Fuck."

"What?" Yami said, smiling at Kaiba's enthusiasm. "Is every meal you prepare going to be filled with cursing and bathing? It's too troublesome. Let's go find another one."

"Shut up and let me think," Kaiba snapped, feeling as if he was being nagged by a housewife…his housewife. If he wasn't so hungry, he'd be more in the mood for playful banter.

Spotting the phone on the table on a desk by the balcony, Kaiba rushed towards it and snatched it up, dialing for room service.
He knew how to fucking prepare a meal, dammit.
He was Seto fucking Kaiba, and even though the meal he was consuming had changed in nature, it didn't mean it suddenly rendered him inept.
He could figure it out somehow and show Yami he knew his shit.

Inside the bathroom, Yugi stood under the water, feeling sleepy.

He had been done showering several minutes ago but realized he had nothing to wear when he got out because his clothes had been stolen.

I'm in trouble, Yugi thought glumly, switching the water off and stepping out.

He scanned the beautiful golden shelves for something to wear, and he draped the fluffy towel over his head, finding nothing but stacks of towels.

Crap….

He paced a solid circle around the bathroom before a door caught his eye, and he made his way towards it, swinging it open to peek inside, relieved to see five silk white robes hanging on silver hangers.

Oh! Nice!

Grabbing one hastily, Yugi pulled it on and patted his neck dry, now wondering if he could find a hairdryer in this enormous cavern of a bathroom.

A knock sounded at the door, and Yugi jumped, startled.

"How are you doing in there?" Yami called, hearing the human's heartbeat thump frantically in his ears. "Don't be scared. Come out and have a drink."

"Don't call him out here," Kaiba snapped, setting the phone back down into the cradle. "He's only been in there for ten minutes."

"You're frightening him," Yami said lightly, plopping himself back on the couch with a sigh and crossing his legs. "Be careful with the hypnosis. You don't want to cause amnesia."

Kaiba said nothing and swung the bathroom door open, wrinkling his nose at the scent still stuck to Yugi's body. The boy was standing timidly before him, wringing the robe in his hands and smiling sheepishly.

Fuck.
Of course, Yami was right again.
Water didn't work.
Then…alcohol was next.
If that didn't work, then maybe they needed to find a priest for some holy water, because damn, it reeked of wet dog. Those two annoyances had really gone out of their way to mark this guy.

"Stay here, don't move," Kaiba said numbly, and he turned to race back towards the wet bar, pulling out multiple bottles of wine and scanning the labels.

Steak…went well with red wines. There were a couple bottles here that might work. But damn, he didn't want to waste it pouring by it all over the boy's body. He wanted to drink it along with the steak. It looked like he would have to sacrifice one of the bottles.

He grabbed the bottle opener and pried the cork off with the cheaper bottle ease. After catching a whiff of the alcohol, Kaiba's lungs gratefully expanded at the delicious scent of the wine.

Then he rose to his feet and grabbed Yugi by the hand, leading him to the bathroom sink and holding his hand over the faucet, gently pouring a healthy amount over the backs of his knuckles.

"Uh—Ah, wh-what are you doing?" Yugi whispered, and his stomach dipped to the ground when Kaiba pressed his hand to his lips and inhaled deeply.

Wh-What the heck?!

Kaiba ground his teeth, growling in frustration when he could still smell a lingering, sour stench masked by the floral scent of wine.

God…fucking dammit.

"D-Does your boyfriend know you're doing this?" Yugi cried, hearing his voice echo in the bathroom, and he dimly hoped the other man would come in to save him, but…no one came.

Instead, a loud knock echoed from the door, and a stranger's voice called out, "Service!"

"I got it," Yami called blithely, rising off the couch to answer the door.

Pulling it open, a man wheeled a silver cart into their room and bowed stiffly, glancing around nervously to ask, "I was told to take the dry cleaning?"

"Dry…cleaning?" Yami repeated, confused for a moment before he nodded and pointed at the sopping mess of clothes in the sink. "Ah, yes. Those. And go quickly, please. They reek."

The man bobbed his head politely before he scooped the pile of clothes up in his arms and backed out of the room, shutting the door with a quiet click, and leaving Yami to stare at the odd assortment of items Kaiba had ordered.

Various bottles of wine were on the lower basket of the cart, and on the top was an assortment of sliced fruit…and cooking oils.

K-Kaiba wasn't going to roast the human over a fire for real, was he?

I should talk with him before this gets out of hand, Yami thought darkly to himself, just as Kaiba strode out of the bathroom dragging a confused Yugi behind him.

"Oh good, it's here," Kaiba said. He reached for the olive oil and nodded at Yami. "Get me a bowl from somewhere."

"Kaiba, I don't think this is a good idea—" Yami began, but he stopped himself when Kaiba's eyes gleamed hungrily at him.

"This will work. Trust me," Kaiba hissed, nodding at the cupboards in the kitchen. "Get the largest bowl you can find."

Sighing, Yami did as he was told and returned with a giant crystal bowl, which he set on the table in the center of the room. Kaiba pulled Yugi towards it before he unscrewed the cap from the glass bottle of oil and poured it all into the bowl.

"Um…Maybe I really s-should go now," Yugi stammered frantically, trying to wrench his hand out of Kaiba's iron-like grip, but it was too late. His hand had already been submerged in the bowl of oil, and he winced at the strange feeling.

What was happening?! Did these two want to call him inside their room and do strange things to him?! Oh crap. He was really in trouble now!

"Wait," Kaiba commanded, and he lifted Yugi's hand out slowly, letting the oil drip off his fingers before reaching for the sliced fruit on the top of the cart and placing it across his slender knuckles.

"…Two minutes should do it," Kaiba muttered to himself, fully aware of Yami sighing and shaking his head at him. "You'll thank me for this later."

"I was just thinking we should return him to his friends," Yami said firmly.
He was going to put his foot down at this nonsense.
He knew Kaiba sorely missed eating real food, so of course, Yugi's blood was the most enticing thing at the moment, but there were other humans out there who also smelled and tasted good.

"No, I can't. This is my absolute favorite," Kaiba breathed, lifting the slab of fruit off of Yugi's hand and lifting it to his lips again to take a tentative sniff, closing his eyes to savor the moment.

Finally. A warm, delicious, floral scent engulfed him comfortably, followed by a heavy, savory scent of sizzling meat.

The sour stench had vanished.
He had done it!

"Yami, it worked," Kaiba said excitedly, opening his eyes and meeting Yugi's gaze with intensity. "I said you'd thank me. Come here."

Yugi shook his head nervously, his cheeks steadily turning pink at the strange role-play these two were subjecting him to, but his legs had frozen in place, rooting him to the spot.

Yami half-heartedly bent down to give the back of Yugi's hand a sniff, feeling absolutely ridiculous before he was completely thrown off guard by the wonderful, crisp scent of cooked meat that was paired cleverly with the tang of wine and a hint of fruit at the end.

Yugi drew in a breath and held it, his heart pounding nervously in his ears when the handsome, spiky-haired man leaned down to also smell his hand. Oh god, oh god!
These two were weird! Who was weirder? It didn't matter!
They were both weird, and they kept talking about eating him!

Yami's stomach curled with excitement and hunger, and he gave Kaiba a handsome smirk.

"Very well. You win," Yami conceded, licking his lips sensually and feeling his body burn with longing. "You're very clever. Now, we feast."

"No, we can't," Kaiba corrected him darkly, giving Yugi's hand a squeeze. "He reeks everywhere else. This is just his hand."

Yami sighed heavily again, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. At this rate, they would be having dinner at sunrise.

"Hey," Kaiba growled, letting go of Yugi and advancing on Yami, giving his cheek a gentle brush with the backs of his knuckles, and enjoyed the blond bangs spilling over his fingers. "I want this to be fucking perfect…for us. Don't you think we deserve a nice meal, to celebrate?"

"Celebrate what?" Yami breathed, daring himself to look into Kaiba's clear blue eyes so he could sink into their depths.
This was painfully cute.
Kaiba was trying so hard to be…romantic.

"We're celebrating us, what else?" Kaiba scoffed, and he turned away from Yami to face Yugi with a hungry grin. "Get in the bath but don't turn on the water."

Yugi grit his teeth and used all of his strength to shake his head, but he only managed to turn his head a fraction of an inch to the left. Oh…crap.

"Stop. That's not how you do it," Yami said gently, stepping in front of Kaiba with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Let me help with the meal preparation, won't you?"

"Fine," Kaiba replied shortly, crossing his arms haughtily. "But the order is oil, fruit, then wine. Don't fuck it up."

"We won't," Yami replied playfully, grabbing Yugi by the arm and leading him gently back into the bathroom. "Come, boy. What is your name?"

"Y-Yugi…" Yugi squeaked, his heart doing somersaults in his chest when the beautiful man gave him a dazzling smile.

Oh fudge.
He was in trouble.
What was happening?!
And why was he being led back into the bathroom even though he'd just showered?


Author's note:

UH OH yugi is about to be eatennnnnnn

Its no wonder Joey and Tristan 'protec' yugi. Its cuz he smells like a whole meal and looks like one too :D gosh he must've been vampire bait his entire life. Poor yugi.

Kaiba had to go to ExTRa lengths to 'marinate' his steak lmaoOooo

chapter edited by the diligent: chocolateyeti

-ugli