Yami realized the dragons weren't coming back from their hunt by midnight, and he was starting to worry something had happened to Seto.

The clock was now ticking into 1AM.

He got into bed to roll around but then got up to pace.
Now it was 2AM and Seto still wasn't back!

Where was he?!

In a fit of anxious terror, Yami got dressed in many layers and ventured out of the lair, going up the 'secret stairs' into the Red-Eyes Black Dragon's section. He never told Seto about that stairway for fear it would get closed up.

He wandered into the large halls and went straight for the first door he saw.

It was a human-sized kitchen with multiple stoves. Boxes labeled with dried fruit were stacked ceiling-high and Yami understood that the humans here had a stockpile of things, whereas Seto would just get him whatever he wanted at a moment's notice.

Who is more spoiled in this instance? But I would like a pantry, Yami mused as he rested his handle on a cabinet door, itching to open it to look inside, but heard footsteps approaching.

He ducked under the nearest kitchen island and heard two girls chatting.

"...But you sent it out two weeks ago? He should've seen it by now?"

"He never wrote me back! That filthy cheater. I bet he doesn't want to move here with me."

"He just wants the dragon's riches. Don't let him into our village if he doesn't actually care about you. We don't need any more men trying to become dragon slayers."

"Ahahaha I know right?! So fucking lame! Imagine thinking you could kill a dragon all by yourself!"

The kitchen door swung open and Yami held his breath, listening to them clinking around, putting stuff away while still gossipping.

"What about Johnson? He's a nice boy."

"Mirea likes him. I can't do that to her."

"...Mirea likes Tom. She's just playing with Johnson for fun."

Yami eyed the door and wondered if he could just…slip out without them noticing. For some reason, one of their voices was really close to him.

"Well, Johnson is so sweet, he won't–" silverware clattered to the floor with a loud, tinkling crash, and Yami whipped his head to the side to see both girls standing beside the stove, looking right at him crouching by the cabinets. Oh…oops?

"Hello," Yami ventured, slowly standing and trying to appear friendly. "I'm Ya–"

"Seto's human!" Both girls took a step back and eyed him with pale faces. "You killed Hana!"

Yami blinked and realized he was in trouble.

"Hana….did that all by herself, and I did not help," Yami enunciated but the girls were still staring at him with fearful eyes, he had to wonder what everyone else thought of him. "But speaking of Seto, I'm wondering if all the dragons are out late tonight. He hasn't been back."

The girls stared silently at him and shook their heads.

"Tristan came back with everyone else…hours ago, in time for supper at…7," the girl on the left said shakily, tucking a stray strand of hair behind ear. "We had board game night with everyone. Bakura and Joey were all there."

Board game…night! Yami reeled, once again learning new information about life outside of Seto's lair. So everyone got together to play like one big family?!
Was Seto an anti-social dragon or something?!

"We also missed you at our Winter Solstice Banquet, but uh…" the girl on the right gripped the hem of her skirt until it wrinkled. "We couldn't contact you, and our dragons didn't want to ask Seto for us. They say his humans don't really…last through the winter, and that we shouldn't get a-attached, s-so… We f-figured, like Hana, you…probably didn't want to stay."

"Why wouldn't I want to stay? I love it here," Yami said firmly, hoping his designer coat and shoes would speak for themselves. "I'm being so well-cared for, I'm disturbed. Now I'm worried something happened to him if you say all your dragons came back that early."

The girls shook their heads in unison again, really making Yami worry, so he turned on his heel to run back to Seto's lair.

"Thanks! I'll attend the next banquet!" Yami called over his shoulder as he jogged down the hallway, his body warm thanks to his very nice coat and thigh-high fur boots. Even the cold drafts gusting through the tunnels didn't make his teeth chatter.

He was even working up a light sweat when he burst back into his room, just in time to see Seto's silvery tail disappearing down behind another corridor, calling his name. "KAMI?!"

Yami opened his mouth and choked on a laugh coming up. What did the dragon just call him?!

Yami chased after the silvery tail rounding the next hallway corner and heard the dragon sound panicked, "come out! I'm not playing!"

Where is he?! Seto wailed as he dove into the next room, only to find it empty. His barrier was still up, so there was no way Kami could jump unless he found another cliff-side hole somewhere–

"I'm here!" Yami called good-naturedly, staying put in the doorway of the dragon's bedroom as he waved, seeing a crop of light-brown hair come zooming towards him, and he was wrapped in a tight embrace. Strong arms squeezed the air out of him while his cheek smashed into a bare chest, making his heart race at an all-time high again, and his head rushed. A-Ah!

"Don't scare me like that," Seto said gruffly, and to his surprise, the human argued back with a glare he was now familiar with.

"You scared me! Where the hell were you?!" Yami cried, leaning out of the embrace to look into Seto's clear blue eyes that had the characteristic dark, vertical slit in his pupils that made his heart race. "Everyone came back in time for supper and board games! What the fuck were you doing?!"

Seto blinked, registering that he was being scolded. Supper and…board games?!
Oh crap, he missed dinner feeding.

"I'm sorry. You must be hungry. Let's get you something–"

"And what did you say my name was again?" Yami raised his eyebrows in amusement, digging his fingers into Seto's bare arms, enjoying the feel of scales against his palm. "I'm not letting you go until you tell me why you were out for so long. Have another human you're keeping in a cave somewhere?"

Seto's mouth dropped open and his heart sank into his stomach. Why the sudden distrustful accusations?!

"I barely have the energy to keep one human alive–you!" Seto raged, baring his fangs and listening to the human's heartbeat, waiting for it to hum on high again, but he only heard a steady pound. "And since we're on the topic of what I was doing, I was fucking up, alright? I let a human go on accident. He had a message scroll heading east. I'm fucked. I'm in charge of the east. He's somewhere in the wind now. One human amongst millions. The Demon Lord will have my horns."

Yami blinked and nodded, understanding the dragons had a political role to play in their world. But if the messenger was headed east…

"There's only one province in the east. The city I came from," Yami said slyly, ready to prime Seto for a 'yes' answer. "Let me into the city. I'll find him." Doubtful.
He'd be finding Yugi, to give him a hug.

"You'd do that for me?" Seto's anger melted in an instant and he gazed at the human in his arms with wonder. "You don't have to. It would get you into trouble."

"Maybe. Or it would be easy to find him, because you said it's a messenger," Yami was getting self-conscious after being trapped in a hug for so long. "Ask the guards who arrived in the last few days. They keep a log of entry at the front gates. You'll find him easily. Better go now to intercept him before he enters the big city."

Seto's heart clenched with a sudden appreciation and he stared intently at the single spike in Yami's hair. T-This human was really smart!

Instead of hunting this human on his forest journey where he'd undoubtedly be seeking shelter from the cold and smuggled from safe-house to safe-house, he'd intercept at the city gates. Done and done.

"You're incredible," Seto praised, and then felt the human tensing, which made his insecurities come up in a rush, so he hung on harder while daring to lean closer, his nose brushing a spiky bang as he talked to the delicate shell of a rounded ear, "...are you just putting up with me?"

Yami's stomach twisted with arousal when a hot breath trickled down the side of his neck and he didn't even hear what Seto said.

"Please let go. I…I didn't mean to make you mad," Yami insisted, his face burning hotter and hotter the closer he stayed connected to Seto in the hug. "I don't want to escape. I just wanted to see my brother, like I've been saying this entire time. I feel terribly guilty that I haven't written him a letter yet….! It's been over 6 months since I've arrived, he must be worried sleepless."

Seto released the human with a dismayed frown and felt like a giant hand was squeezing his heart.

Kami avoided his question with a demand to see his brother.

Right, because humans were happierin families. And pairs.

"You want your brother…here?" Seto asked, hating how he was now agreeing to taking care of two humans. This was how it started.
This was how you got into the human-keeping hobby.

One always led to more.

"I don't… I don't know if he wants that!" Yami was stunned by the sudden receptiveness, and he took a step back to properly look at Seto in the semi-darkness, shivering at the lovely curves that were highlighted by the flickering candlelight coming from the nightstand. "Nothing is furnished. We're not ready. I only want to see him to tell him…all about you. I need him to know I'm happy and healthy."

Seto's heart soared right back up to an excited high and he reached down to take both of Yami's hands in his, gripping him tightly while his body burned with joy.

"You really are happy here? We only have two beds, and no…entertainment," Seto struggled to admit his shortcomings but to his rising relief, Kami laughed beautifully and gave him a quick bump on the cheek with his nose.

The breath left Seto's chest in a whoosh when he registered he'd been kissed on the cheek.

A sign of affection.

Bakura and Joey were wrong about this human merely putting up with him.

"You're my entertainment," Yami said with a wicked grin, leaning into Seto's clawed hands which were wrapped around the tops of his knuckles. "Will you let me have two nights in the city with my brother while you find your messenger?"

"It might be three or more if I take longer to find him," Seto said seriously, and he received a solemn nod from his spiky-haired human that made his head rush with relief. Kami really cared about him and his problems.

He was starting to understand why the other dragons said their humans were irreplaceable.

He was full of gratitude he didn't know how to express. He'd been wrong about humans…

Yami drew his hands out of his grasp and climbed into bed, patting the spot beside him with a weak smile before laying down with an exhausted sigh.

The miniature clock on the nightstand said 3AM.

If they wanted to get up in time to catch a human sneaking into the city with a message, they needed to be up in a few hours.

Seto climbed into bed and shivered slightly from the cold as he inched the sheets higher around his chest and was shocked to see Kami snuggling up to his tail.

His heart swooped into his stomach with excitement so fast, his mouth went dry. His human looked so angelic laying there atop his tail, his eyes closed, his long eyelashes nearly touching his cheeks….

Do it. You can kiss him…now? Seto floundered. He had to ask first, right?

He inched his hand out to touch a strand of blond hair that was stuck to Yami's cheek, bruising it away and unprepared for Yami's hand to come lacing through his, holding his hand there while his angular eyes flew open, and they gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment of silence.

Seto's heart thundered in his chest. His human was so sweet and gentle!

Yami gripped Seto's hand harder against his face and broke out into a cold sweat, already feeling his boner giving him away, poking out in front of him underneath the sheets. He would not do anything terrible…but he'd been wondering about what it would be like to share a little kiss with the dragon. Fangs might cut him but maybe it was worth it?!

"Goodnight," Seto said with as much self-control as he could muster, but didn't pull his hand away.

"Do you want to give me the human custom of a goodnight kiss?" Yami asked cheekily, biting the tip of his tongue when he told himself to close his mouth and stop asking for trouble.

"Is that a human custom?" Seto rolled his eyes, biting back a smile when he saw Kami smiling mischievously up at him in the semi-darkness. He was being teased, right?

This human was playful and enjoyed pushing him around.

"You're right. You're a dragon, so you really shouldn't abide by human rules," Yami's eyes flashed prettily when he blinked once, starting to slide his hand away from Seto's grip. "Goodn–" He was flattened against the pillow when Seto came diving down to give him a firm kiss on the lips, the feeling soft and warm, making his heart flutter violently, his head spun from the sudden lack of air, and when he dared to inhale lightly, a lovely, fresh scent blanketed him from head to toe, and he found himself parting his mouth while tightening his grip around Seto's hand which stayed glued to his cheek, growing slightly clammy from how passionately they were now kissing. Yami gasped when he felt a split tongue roaming along the roof of his mouth, his mind went numb.

In that instant, he decided he didn't care about going into the city tomorrow.

He could hug Yugi next week.

This split tongue would feel amazing further inside his mouth–which was exactly what he aimed for by hooking his elbow around the back of Seto's neck and drank him in hungrily, feeling the dragon pulling back and tensing anxiously, but escape would not be so easy.

Yami even laced his ankles together to trap one of Seto's thighs between his legs and hung on for dear life, enjoying the sweet taste of Seto's breath at the back of his throat while kept his mouth parted, waiting for more playful stabs Seto's silky tongue to go exploring behind his teeth and then padding down across his tongue to give it a lovely swirl that made him shiver.
AH! AMAZING! This tongue would feel good on his hole–if they could stop furiously kissing for a moment, he would love to convey this!Seto was lost in a wonderful haze of new sensations he didn't know he was capable of feeling. The human had a wicked, playful sense of humor. They were playing tongue tag, or at least that's what he thought it was. He'd touch his tongue out and receive the same, enthusiastic treatment that made him tingle all over.

He'd poke his tongue into a lovely cavern of sweetness, then withdraw and expect Yami to lick the backs of his fangs with terrifying precision, making his erection ache in his pants, the feeling almost scared him.

He kept diving in for more…more…and enjoying the way Yami kept tugging him down deeper into the covers, locked around him with all his limbs as if he was trying to become an anchor weight. Well, it was working.

Yami gave him a particularly harsh bite on his lower lip, and he had to pull away to protest, "ow! What if I bit you like that?!"

"Put your tongue on the rest of my body," Yami demanded, laying back onto the sheets and lifting up his shirt, staring shamelessly at Seto's muscular chest half-covered with shimmering scales, and he traced his finger lovingly down the divide of the muscles, his heart pounding in the back of his throat with anticipation. "Please…?"

"And then what? …You need sleep," Seto eyed the time on the nightstand. 4AM. It was a little late….And they were going to fix his fuck-up with the messanger tomorrow together?

"T-Then just touch my…area with it," Yami was struggling to find words to beg. "It would feel so good! Would you like that?" Or did the dragon really not find him attractive? He'd discover that now.

Seto gave him a shaky smile, sitting back on his heels and feeling the human clinging to his thigh, giving him a furious glare while he propped himself up on his elbows, looking heartbroken.

"What is it? You don't like me? I'm not a woman? I'm not…pretty enough…" Yami struggled to find a reason while the dragon gave him a wide-eyed look of shock. "You can tell me."

"...I really like you," Seto said through numb lips, wondering where this outburst was coming from. "You are very pretty." Humans needed 8 hours of rest. He wasn't going to jeopardize his human's health further by neglecting to feed him and staying up too late with him.

"If you like me, then why don't you treat me like a bride?" Yami demanded, feeling a smirk tugging at his lips when he saw Seto's face go from dark red to pale green. "All the other humans get to experience pleasure from their dragons all the time, every night! I've seen it!"

That was slightly a lie, but he'd say anything to feel Seto's split tongue on his hole.

"Since when have you been talking to the other humans?" Seto breathed, his chest constricting with a mixture of dread and shame at how his human was practically criticizing him nonstop. "You want me to treat you like…" he struggled to say it. "...A bride?"

This meant he could do whatever indecent thing he was thinking about these past few weeks, right?!

"Yes and I've been waiting for weeks," Yami huffed, aware that his language was irritating Seto and almost killing the mood, but he had to say it. "Now please do it to me. Should I touch your tail again?" Would that get Seto in the mood? He'd done that on a confused whim and was ready to do it again, with a different technique.

Seto's face darkened with glee and he dragged his clawed hands down Yami's chest before trailing it back up to push his shirt up to expose skin and smirked, "no. You don't want my tail. You want something else."

Yami bit back a laugh and nodded, his heart threatening to burst as he insisted again, "yes, I want your mouth!" Then he watched breathlessly as his pants were pushed down his thighs, and Seto inched down between his legs to bend his head down and parted his lips to take the rounded pink length into his mouth, caught off guard by the sudden musky scent but it made his mind hum strangely when he felt hands come shoving into the tops of his hair, fingertips bumping past the base of his horns, sending a cold vibration down his spine that made his vision blur. W-What was that feeling…?!

"Keep going…" Yami breathed, daring to give Seto's horn a stroke from base to tip and seeing Seto's slitted pupils dilate before his eyelids fluttered shut, and a tight, wondrous, slippery tongue was giving him loving attention in deep, up and down strokes, making his stomach clench and heave at odd times when Seto barely grazed a fang over his skin but made up for it with lots of tongue, twisting his two pointed tips around the leaking head of Yami's dick, intrigued by the oddly bitter taste.

Interesting… What's better was the way Yami was stroking his horns upwards with the same rhythm as he was bobbing his head.
It was making his body melt in a strange way while his vision kept shifting from the disturbance. It felt…good….

He enjoyed the way Yami's legs were trembling underneath his palms and the gasping sounds were echoing nicely around him, giving him encouragement to go lower, licking anywhere he could reach and hoping it would feel good. He didn't really know human anatomy but if the knee jerking spasms were anything to go by, it meant he was doing it correctly.

Yami gasped and let out a strangled cry when Seto's split tongue roamed down the delicate divide of his balls and he nearly came from that smooth, delicious feeling. He thumped his heels down on the bed to take a deep breath and held it, hoping to stave off an orgasm, but Seto came surging back up to take his dick in his mouth to suck roughly, his body trembled happily and he came in a thin spurt, seeing Seto back away fast and cough lightly into his hand.

"What is that? It tastes bad!" Seto cried, and Yami gave him a hesitant smile.

"I'm sorry…?" Yami offered, eager to settle the score. "I'll do yours?"

Seto's eyes remained cold as he gave Yami a narrow, half-lidded look and said, "no. You're the bride, so you'll get what brides receive on their first days here."

Oh, it's like that? Yami's eyes widened gleefully and he quickly flipped himself over onto his hands and knees, not really sure what to expect, but felt a silky hot tongue gliding over his hole, and Yami tucked his head to his chin to let out an ecstatic cry. Yes, more of that! His elbows wobbled and he counted the swirls Seto was giving him, his body floating while his toes curled with happiness when the tongue slid into his hole and gave him steady, firm thrusts that made him see stars.
He didn't know his body could feel this way!
Was it possible to go higher?

Seto stared at the tiny, pink clenching hole and pushed his doubts aside about size. Other dragons did it…sometimes in their full dragon form. In his half-human form now, it should fit? He prodded the tip of his penis against the slippery rim, about to ask if it was fine when he accidentally leaned in a bit too hard, and his tip went sliding in, along with the top half of his ridged length, making his throat tighten when his words choked out of his lungs with fear and horror that he might've hurt Yami, but Yami's bright cries were incredible to behold.

Yami shut his eyes and lost all his bearings, unsure if he was still on a bed or on all fours when a lovely, even texture slipped into him, one ridge at a time, and he opened his mouth to ask for more, but Seto was already backing out, giving him delicious tremors all down his body, he orgasmed in a dry heave and clenched around nothing. Furious, Yami let out a frustrated yell, "why did you do that?!" While Seto's anxious cries mixed with his own, "Kami–you moved onto me! Are you hurt?!"

Yami's head spun and he let out a barking laugh, his ears ringing as he shouted into the pillows, "my name…is YAMI with a Y, you stupid dragon! Don't take it out after you put it in!"

Seto's ears hummed with a dull sound at being insulted when he was doing his best to be accommodating, and all his previous caring attitude went out the window. Don't take it out after putting it in? Understood.

"Is this your first time conceptualizing sex–ahkk!" Yami's face was smashed into the pillow sideways when he was entered with a smooth, firm thrust, and the air was pushed out of his lungs when his forehead hit the headboard with a resounding thunk when it skidded over the pillow and he let out a furious huff, "ow, you id–" And his mind was gone. He was twisted into a strange shape, his chest half-down atop the sheets while his chin scraped rhythmically over the pillow while his lower body was being destroyed. Clawed hands were wrapped around his thighs, keeping his ass up in the air while he was repeatedly entered with the lovely, textured dick that stretched him so full, he swore he felt the pointed tip coming out through his ribs when Seto gave him heavy, passionate thrusts that melted him into nothing.

All he could do was hang onto anything he could get his hands around and feel Seto moving his legs this way and that, mainly keeping him on his side, with one leg trapped under Seto's elbow, and his other leg somewhere plastered to the bed while Seto pounded into him with an evil, fanged smirk on his pretty face.

"Had enough? Respond to the name 'bride' now?" Seto asked spitefully, listening to the human gasping incoherently and trying to say, 'more', and not 'stop'. All Yami was doing was nodding his head with his eyes closed blissfully.

There was a slippery sticky mess down between their legs and a patch was gathered atop his knee, and Seto took that as a victory.

None of these wet spots belonged to him. He could continue until the sun rose a week from now if Yami wanted to continue calling him a 'stupid dragon'. The tightness of Yami's hole was a lovely heat that spread like wildfire down his legs and up his chest, and it was so much more than just a spongy softness. He was being accepted. He was being loved and this was how he'd deepen a bond, a special one he never shared before with anyone else up until now.

Yami draped his arms limply over his damp chest and resigned himself to accepting defeat. He'd cum an infinite amount of times to a point where his stomach was cramping from all the sudden heaving, but his legs were still shaking and trembling while Seto would surge into him and then gently dive down to press a kiss onto his lips.

Playing dead, Yami felt a burst of heat exploding up his chest and he merely shuddered to feel it all the way through, and then went back to being lifeless. It was easy to float off into a light slumber but then clench around Seto's hardness and receive splendid jolts of electricity.
Were they going somewhere tomorrow?
He really didn't want this to end.

"Okay, you really need some rest," Seto muttered, aware the human was egging him on by pretending to be a lifeless doll to elicit more reactions from him. He pressed a clawed hand down atop Yami's hip to give his skin a squeeze and began to give him the last few energetic thrusts he could manage, feeling his dick pulsing with joy at the new sensation as he followed that swirling excitement and came in a rough heave, his body shivering with happiness and disbelief that he was connecting this deeply with another being.

When he gently pulled out, he saw Yami's legs twitch again, and then go limp. He could hear Yami's heart beating steadily and Yami's breathing wasn't deep. He was still awake.

Glancing down between his legs again, Seto was amazed by the copious fluids dripping down Yami's plump ass cheeks, and he bit back a smile.

He finally understood what the other dragons were excited about. This was a great visual.

Patting Yami on his leg, Seto turned to lay down and cast a careless cleaning spell over his shoulder with one clawed finger, closing his eyes to rest, but not before he felt Yami come rolling into his back and draping his legs over his hip.

His body heated up in an instant and he felt something wet squishing into his lower back.

"Go to sleep," Seto said instantly, but all he received was deep, even breathing behind him.

He smiled to himself and couldn't close his eyes anymore.

His heart was leaping joyously in triumph.

Yami was the most special human.