Slowly extracting his fangs, Isono passed his tongue over the wounds as he'd seen Mokuba and Seto do many times, and inspected his chin, and fingers to make sure no blood was present. Good.
He inched the man's sleeve down and gave the worker a pat on the shoulder, waking him up from hypnosis.
"Apologies, I'm cranky because shopping is overwhelming for me," Isono admitted, hating how he was suddenly so truthful. "Thank you for these options. You may go."
The human nodded dazedly and turned to walk mechanically back out into the store to greet customers.
Mahad nodded approvingly at the dazed human who moved to stand behind the register with stiff motions and he inspected the man's neck and arms from afar, wondering if he would see blood.
If the wounds did not seal correctly, blood would seep into the man's clothes.
After ten minutes of watching the man stand at the register, Mahad accepted that Isono had done well–and he was rewarded with the sight of a new manservant stepping out of the dressing room area.
A neat, clean-shaven man with a silver stripe in his hair strode up to the register, wearing a crisp olive green dress shirt with a pattern of white dots.
A dark blazer hung artfully over his forearm when he handed over a card to pay, and then turned to walk towards him with a paper shopping bag in hand, the hint of a shiny watch peeking at the edge of the sleeve.
V-Very nice!
"Good choice of shirt," Mahad beamed, and received a cold grimace in return.
"I'm still hungry," came the snappy reply, and Mahad laughed.
"Then you should have no trouble from here on out," Mahad smirked and followed Isono out into the mellow sunshine, seeing Isono wince but endure it quietly.
Ah… This man was so similar to himself from back then, it was painful.
He followed Isono out down the street and together, they garnered new comments from people who whispered about them when they walked past.
"...Yakuza out in broad daylight… Don't look left…"
"Is this a yakuza street? I see him, you don't have to say it so loudly …Scary."
"Check out that tall foreigner! Wah, nevermind. He's being tour-guided by a yakuza…."
I can't win! Isono stood by the crowded crossing, his irritation rising.
He went from being perceived as an 'old lecher' to 'scary yakuza'.
Was it the green shirt?
Was it too green?
He should've chosen white after all, to blend in with the salaryman crowd in Downtown Domino.
Or maybe he was being too noble about this endeavor.
Yami had caught Master Kaiba in the form of a cat.
Master Kaiba even brought a boy named Yugi into the house and made him bring a friend.
It was barbaric to feed on humans, and pretending otherwise was hurting his meal options.
Master Kaiba is right, once again, Isono turned on his heel and went down another street, aiming for a seedier section of the city.
If he cast aside the fear of being polite, he might be able to eat better, and thus help the household overall.
Three hours had passed and he'd only had two gulps. This was unacceptable.
Mahda followed quietly, asking if everything was alright. He had a feeling something had fallen into place for the manservant, much as it did for him during his first outing.
It had taken him until almost sundown to figure out how he liked to catch his meals.
"I'm fine. I realize we might be dining in the wrong part of the city," Isono explained in monotone as he turned the corner and eyed the neon signs of love hotels glowing in his enhanced vision. "I understand why you asked my preference now."
And he stood by the vending machines again, clutching his blazer and trying not to sweat.
It felt despicable…
Mahad nodded silently and pointed at a set of vending machines a few paces up the street.
"I will be here, watching over you," he said simply and walked away, smiling to himself. Time to grab a bite to eat for himself too…
Isono gripped his blazer harder and saw a few couples walk by, avoiding eye contact.
Well, it was very obvious he was just…standing here and staring… So he pulled out his phone to see messages from Master Kaiba.
That intrigued him so he tapped it with a trembling thumb.
Master-Kaiba: I see charges on the card for new clothes. I've got one word for you that will save you time and money. PHEROMONES. You're welcome
Master-Kaiba: come back before sundown. Avoid the group of actual feral idiots led by a white-haired freak. We're at war with them and they WILL kill you. Be careful
Feral…idiots… Isono smiled to himself and wondered how he should use pheromones.
He didn't want sex.
But he did want his meals to come willingly.
And this was his second instruction to return before sundown. Damn…
Sighing, Isono glanced up at the strip of clear blue sky lined by the two towering love hotels on either side, and when he looked back down, he saw a man hanging off of Mahad's arm in the distance, making his stomach twist with envy.
H-How was he doing that so fast?!
Slightly furious and annoyed, Isono shifted in his stance and saw a woman come trotting up to him, lean on the vending machine, peek at him, give him an obvious up and down glance before speaking up.
"Hey old man, if you're waiting for your hookup, maybe don't do it in the middle of the street, yeah?" She said heatedly with a toss of her golden hair over her shoulder. "Scram."
Isono's irritation rose higher at being called an old man again, and tried for a different lie this time.
"I'm here to catch my cheating lover," Isono sniffed, ignoring her because he didn't want to drink sparingly from a woman. "And I almost have him. Use the machine and leave me alone."
The woman huffed with laughter and bent down to pick up her drink from the dispenser, straightening up to crack it open and glancing down the street to see a familiar tall, dark-skinned man kissing another man's neck.
Ohhhh it was like that.
"Oh damn. What are you gonna do?" She asked, glancing at the serious old man beside her to see he was tense with anger. "Which one is he?"
"Which one do you think?" Isono asked aggressively, wondering if she would assume it was Mahad.
"Ahhh I dunno, the Japanese-looking one," she shrugged and leaned her back against the glowing vending machine, openly gossiping about the two men kissing. "And if it's the guy with the muscles and long hair, I got news for you. He's handsome and he's just playing with you. Okay?"
She gave him a sympathetic smile and added, "...if you need an actor to make him jealous, I'm available for 30 minutes. My girlfriend is taking a shower, so no funny ideas."
"Maybe I only need 10 seconds, if he ever looks up," Isono replied griffly, his eyes never leaving how Mahad was discretely drinking that man's blood but it looked like they were kissing.
All this was telling him was that he was learning too slowly.
And the hunger was back.
"How about we walk inside this hotel, hand in hand?" She offered, noting how the old man didn't tear his eyes away from his boyfriend up the street. "It sucks to be cheated on, okay? Get him back and say sex with me was awesome."
"I feel nauseous," Isono replied honestly and he kicked himself, wondering if death had made him a more honest man. "But thank you for your help."
Looks like he was eating this woman after all.
He could barely smell her scent over the heavy perfume she was wearing.
She reached forward to slink her arm through his, and Isono wrinkled his nose.
Her perfume was choking, and her eyes were lined too heavily with dark makeup, making her pupils almost seem to glow–
"Ugh, nevermind, you're too gay. Fuck off," she shoved him away and walked back into the hotel with another toss of her hair, muttering under her breath. "He didn't smell like anything good anyway…"
Isono froze and realized…she might be the same as him…!
He went back to his place by the vending machine, trying not to shake.
He didn't hear her heartbeat, or smell a food scent, and she didn't grow still with hypnosis even when they made eye-contact–
She'd tried to hypnotize me, Isono realized dazedly, leaning against the vending machine again and seeing a man walk by this time. Thank goodness.
The man ignored him and kept walking, looking like he was aiming to meet someone because he had his phone tightly clutched in his hand.
Not him, Isono sighed in irritation. He was learning so much.
This was hard.
He relaxed against the vending machine again, wondering ifpheromones were working. Perhaps he ought to text Master Kaiba for more tips–
"Hey," a girl wearing a school uniform glared at him while a man hovered silently behind her. "Can you not loiter here? Don't make it so freaking obvious okay? Go wait in the car at the curb or something. I paid, so who has it? You or Higuchi? Cough up, old man."
And I'm being mistaken for yakuza again, Isono sighed and ignored the school girl.
The man behind her whispered, "he doesn't have it. Do you really need it?"
"Yes, I need it," the girl hissed and elbowed the man away, stepping up into Isono's face to hiss at him, "give me my drugs or I'll scream that you groped me. I paid you guys a lot."
Isono gave her a long, calm stare and replied slowly while maintaining her gaze, "I don't…have it… But your friend there…is right. You don't need it…anymore."
Her eyes darkened and she frowned, replying robotically, "yeah you're right. It makes me feel like shit afterwards anyway."
She marched into the hotel entrance first with the man walking fast inside behind her with his hands in his pockets, his head down.
Isono shook his head in disgust.
Now he was getting irritated.
He was just about to leave and signal to Mahad that he'd failed when a burly man wearing a flower-print shirt came walking up the alley, and Isono froze. Oh, shit.
That might be the girl's contact…
The man saw him tense, saw that the entire street was empty except for two gays, and began stalking over to him, snarling, "...what prefecture are you from? Last name of your superior?"
Isono sighed and decided he would bite this man. He was big, kind of fat, and was a drug dealer. Sounded like a good deal.
"Hey trespasser, I'm talking to you," the gangster got up in his face and breathed down his nose while Isono kept his composure, glancing intently to the left before turning his head back around slowly to make firm, direct eye contact, feeling the man mentally fade in a second.
"I'm no one…" Isono said slowly, seeing the other man's eyes darken and the gangster swayed violently on the spot where he stood, so Isono had to shoot his hand out to steady him, catching whiffs of stale cigarette, alcohol, and a slightly burnt cheese sandwich.
Ah damn.
A low quality snack, but he'd have to do.
"Come this way," Isono dragged the gangster around behind the vending machines and wasted no time, pushing the man's sleeve up so he could bite his bicep, and the man snapped out of his hypnosis in a brief moment, letting out a yell, "WHAT THE–"
Isono used his other hand to clamp it down over the man's mouth, exerting furious pressure while maintaining eye contact, his heart thundering with fury while his stomach curled.
The man finally quieted enough for him to sink his fangs into his flesh, and the savory taste of a melty cheese sandwich caught Isono off guard.
J-Junk food…
And his blood had an odd tang to it too, so Isono made sure not to drink too much, only taking two gulps and spitting on the wound to avoid tasting this man's skin anymore.
To his mild annoyance, the man's cohort came marching up to pick a fight too.
"Hey, Higu–"
Isono stepped out from behind the first gangster and quickly captured the gaze of the taller man, seeing his eyes go drooping slowly, so Isono shot his hand out to grab that man's arm, briefly smelling salad and hummus dip, so he bit into the second gangster's wrist in a gleeful rush, drinking two…three…four gulps, finally feeling himself become full.
He let out a relieved sigh and carefully sealed the wound, keeping his hypnosis strong while he ducked out from underneath the man's arm and left the two standing dazedly in the corner by the vending machines.
Mahad was waiting for him at the end of the street with his arms folded, watching with approval. It had taken a while but Isono had gotten two men from his count.
Isono gave Mahad a tense smile and was about to divulge that he'd met another female vampire when a wave of sleepiness overtook him, he wobbled in his next step.
A strong arm reached out to steady him and Mahad nodded knowingly.
"Tired? Let's take a rest. I know these establishments don't take two men…but that's what hypnosis is for…." Mahad beamed and gently led Isono into the nearest establishment to pay for a card, which unlocked a door in a room down a narrow hallway, and together, they entered a small, neat accommodation with one bed and one small window.
"Need a bath…" Isono muttered, feeling filthy from his exploits around the city, but sleepiness was making it hard for him to keep his eyes open. "Will I survive?"
"Perhaps if you nap, you will be fine," Mahad said warmly, smelling a delicious scent wafting from Isono beside him. "What was your last meal? It smells lovely."
Isono sank down onto the bed and pressed a hand to his forehead, dizzy with exhaustion, "...it was a bean dip and salad…and a cheese sandwich."
"Intriguing," Mahad beamed as he helped Isono to his feet and gently pushed him into the bathroom. "If you remember that man, I'd like a bite of him too. It smells nostalgic for me."
Isono nodded wearily and didn't even bother closing the bathroom door behind him. He stripped off, climbed into the shower, let the water blast down his body and wobbled his way out with a towel around his body, staggering into the door frame and feeling Mahad catch him again with a strong arm that made the room spin even more.
He was eased down onto the bed and gently dried off, the towel passing over his cheek and around his ears where Mahad was patting him down.
Feels like…I'm being cared for… Isono faded in and out briefly before succumbing to sleep.
Mahad smiled to himself and gently lifted the naked man onto the bed and drew the covers up over his legs, hearing a knock sound at the door that made him tense. Who….?
"Mahad!" The demanding feminine voice sounded like Mai, and Mahad swallowed thinly.
Oh damn.
He'd been instructed not to engage with anyone from Bakura's faction.
Mai kicked the door and shouted through it, "this is my territory! I don't care if you're taking all the gay men, but this is your last warning! Fuck off!"
And she disappeared down the hall, slamming her door so loud, the walls rattled.
Mahad sighed and shook his head. So she'd seen Isono 'kissing' the two men he'd eaten earlier and she didn't know he was a vampire. That was…somewhat good, but this was cutting it close.
For our next hunt, we'll go into the next city over, Mahad thought anxiously as he watched Isono nap. He couldn't wait until Atem was back in power.
He felt like a second king when Atem was on the throne.
Feeling a bit sleepy himself, Mahad eased onto the bed behind Isono and laced his arms behind his head, feeling at ease with everything.
Had that outing been fun? A little.
It had been entertaining to watch the new vampire behave exactly like himself.
He glanced protectively over at his side before closing his eyes and lightly dozing off.
A warm hand draped over his chest and his eyes shot open, making him realize he was nose-to-nose with Isono, whose hair was a bit mussed from the shower.
The dyed silver streak along the side made him look more handsome, and having a clean-shaven face accentuated his strong jaw and slender nose.
The scent of freshly mashed hummus flooded Mahad's lungs, and he inhaled tentatively, trying to catch more whiffs of it, sorely missing that meal.
Now he was craving hummus and his nose was hovering dangerously close to Isono's lips, making him jerk back with a furious flush to his cheeks.
What was he doing, sniffing this man so intensely?
He could just find the same meal himself.
Huffing in annoyance, Mahad settled back into his pillow and felt a leg come draping over his knees, and he tensed again.
Isono, who was so serious on the outside, was a clingy sleeper?
Amused, Mahad didn't move, and froze when he felt something hard poking into the side of his thigh.
No longer amused, Mahad shifted away and felt Isono's leg fall away from his thighs, and he closed his eyes with a huff.
He managed to get a brief 10 minute nap before a leg came draping over his thighs again, and the hardness pressed into the side of his knee, making him sweat.
Slightly furious that it was poking him, Mahad reached down and gave the hardness a spiteful squeeze and saw Isono wake up with a spasm and a rough gasp while his body rocked forward, and cold hand came slamming down on his wrist with an iron grip.
"W-What the hell are you doing…!" Isono hissed as his palm burned from the way Mahad's skin felt underneath his hand, and instead of shoving the hand away, he tightened his grip and kept him there, his body steadily melting with a white-hot fire.
"You were poking me with it. Put it away," Mahad snapped, giving the hardness a few frantic squeezes while his eyes roaming down the other man's bare legs, cursing himself for not finding a bathrobe or another covering.
Isono doubled forward, huffing and gasping while his world brightened, and he came crashing back down with Mahad's hand tight around his stiffness, the feeling sending him reeling. His hand was glued around Mahad's wrist, keeping his hand there while he only wanted one thing–the feeling down below to continue.
Mahad grit his teeth and flexed his hand, watching Isono's legs trembling and shivering while he tightened and loosened his grip around the erect member and carefully began moving his hand up and down along it with his fist, remembering how intense this feeling was when he was a new blood, and he stared into Isono's face with mild envy. Must be nice…
This feeling after being fully fed…
He went along with it. He didn't mind watching Isono enjoy himself so vigorously, it was easy to just move his hand up and down while watching Isono be affected so heavily.
Now this was sort of fun. He hadn't had a connection like this before in all his thousands of years with other vampires. The warm delicious scent was helping him along as he leaned in to smell it a little more, and felt Isono's forehead bump into his chin when the other man curled into him with a violent shudder to orgasm.
Isono's world spun. His dick was trapped in a tight, hot, firm grip that was relentlessly giving him joy down below–joy he hadn't felt in a long long time.
It frightened him briefly, making him wonder if he'd been in a depressed haze before this encounter, and he didn't have time to ponder it more because his mind was gone.
The strong hand between his legs kept stroking him until he spasmed and came in an ear-ringing rush.
Pausing to stare at Mahad's shoulder right before his nose, Isono searched his own feelings, wondering if he would feel shame, or embarrassment, but all he felt was a warm bubble of happy satisfaction curling low in his chest, and a wonderful burning in his legs, asking him to do it again.
Wow.
He glanced up to meet Mahad's gaze, and saw the man giving him a tentative nod.
He…didn't hate it… Isono thought mildly as he leaned forward to inch his lips over Mahad's jaw, his entire body shivering with pent-up happiness.
He would do it again…and again if this was received well.
It felt so good, he didn't have to think.
A warm breath brushed across Mahad's jaw and he blinked rapidly when a hot mouth landed over his and gave him a sweet, lavishing kiss that made his skin burn.
W-Wait…
This felt….good…
Large hands inched across his chest, gave his pectorals a grope, then drew him into a tight embrace, followed by legs that wrapped around his waist and sank down on either side of his body, pinning him down onto the bed.
Mahad's breath hitched in his throat as he gazed up at the slender man sitting on top of him. W-What a sight…!
Clean shaven with a stripe of silver in his hair, Isono was unrecognizable from merely a few hours ago, and these style choices were all from his recommendations.
My preference–Mahad's mind shut off the moment Isono dove down to give him a rough kiss, and a fang almost cut him on the lower lip, giving him a brief scare, he jerked his head back to run his tongue along his lips, seeing Isono grinning mischievously and snickering at him.
Spurred on by the sudden playfulness, Mahad dove upwards to return the favor but found himself nose-diving into air, because Isono had dipped down off to the side to rummage around in the drawer beside the bed, producing a white bottle.
The cap was popped off and the liquid poured out onto his palm.
Mahad could only watch with breathless anticipation as the lube drizzled onto the tip of his dick and a large hand came slamming down over his erection to give him hard, firm pumps, making his stomach roll and dip with ecstasy at the lovely electric jolts he received. This felt incredible…
The air left his lungs when Isono fumbled around a bit with his hands behind his back, and then raised up to gently lower himself down onto him. Mahad let out a nervous gasp and tried to back out from underneath him, but it was too late. He was trapped there while a delicious, tight, smooth heat swallowed him up to the hilt, and warm palms landed atop his chest while Isono steadied himself, gave him a triumphant smirk and then rocked down onto him with a vicious rhythm that made Mahad shut his eyes float out of his body.
W-What an unearthly…heavenly tightness…!
Isono could barely believe he was acting this way as he went through the motions of sex, enjoying every second of it, from the way Mahad grabbed his thighs to the way the thickness rammed into him him behind, he had to brace himself before every thrust and was rewarded with a deep, twisting feeling in the pit of his stomach, making his balls ache as he came for the third or fourth time–he lost count–it was a sticky mess down between his thighs and dripping between his knees. All he had to do was hang onto the sheets while his body was rocked with hot pangs that crawled up his throat and made him shut his eyes to enjoy it to the fullest.
What was he doing with his life before this?
He didn't know, but it should've been this way from the start!
Mahad's breathing was ragged and Isono's face hovered over him every time he opened his eyes a tiny crack. Their mouths would connect heatedly, with fangs grazing roughly along their tongues before Isono would pull away first and put his all into sitting down on his dick, hard, rocking the bed so much, Mahad swore he heard something creak and then crack! But couldn't pay that any attention because Isono had grabbed him by the arm and pulled him onto his knees. The new position allowed Madad to pound into Isono from behind, giving him an easy pose to set the pace and a nice view of a smooth back drenched with beautiful sweat.
Amazed, Mahad gave into the melting heat, and felt the tightness clench even harder around him, sending him careening over an orgasmic cliff that made him shudder and hang onto Isono's thighs for support while the man underneath him was gasping happily and backing up harder into him until he felt the other man's back sticking to his chest.
He could feel Isono coming down slowly, his breathing slowing while his dick went limp, so Mahad gently pulled out and collapsed onto the bed with a dizzying thump, feeling Isono land on top of him and remain unmoving.
They stayed that way for a long time, both their chests heaving while the sweat and semen dried off their bodies.
What the hell… Mahad pinched his brow and wondered if he should feel bad for sexually engaging with a newly blooded vampire who was the sable murderer's servant no less.
Well, they were all on the same side.
It should be no issue as long as no one found out, especially not Atem, who might think he was going to be disloyal again. This sex with Kaiba's manservant and disloyalty to the clan were not the same, but he wasn't sure the young king would see it as such.
No one must know, Isono thought darkly as he wondered if Mahad would feel the same. He didn't want Master Kaiba to think he was distracted from his job for any reason.
His body was humming with heated joy and he marveled at the feeling.
Incredible. His cheek was resting between two, large pectorals. So sexy.
He'd been missing out on living.
Eating didn't taste as good as it did now, and sex was mind blowing.
"It's…almost sundown," Mahad said with a crack in his voice, not wanting Isono to get off his body, but not wanting to say it outloud.
Isono nodded and got up to head into the shower, remaining tactfully silent.
He knew how this worked.
If he wanted it to happen again, the circumstances needed to be right.
They would both be silent and secretive about it.
He was sure Mahad would understand, especially since that man was quite similar to himself.
Mahad listened to the sounds of water running in the bathroom and sat atop the bed in a daze, filled with a terrible, horrible idea.
Under the guise of 'teaching' and training Isono how to hunt, they could essentially end every meal outside of the house like this, which meant…more eating out of the house, and more training sessions.
Perfect, Mahad glared at the closed bathroom door, clenching his fist over his bare knee.
He'd never envisioned himself enjoying sex with a man, and yet here he was, enjoying it and even orchestrating more ideal situations for it to happen.