Crimson Feathers of Night

A/N:

Sky: hullo all you wonderful people! Welcome to the next chapter of CFoN!

LK: *Nods* Yeah! ^^

Sky: Dun kill me! I will update my stories... One of these... Days...

LK: *Giggles* Yeah... ^^

Sky: But anyway.... Someone complained about not wanting an "Almost rape" fic... Well... Sorry... But we luffles Jou-chan! There might be rape in later chapters... But you mentioned something about there only being "So many times" Someone can save someone, right? Well, for this fic, this makes number... what, one?

LK: *Nods* Yeah... *Ponders*

: Moving on... Lemon in this chappy ^_^ And angst. Lotsa angst... But that's all I have to say ^_^

LK: Yeah! ^________________^

Sky: So, on with the story! ::giggles and bounces::

LK: *Bounces off walls* YEAH!!!!!!! XD

*****

Keith leapt forward to cover the boy with his body, except he couldn't move. His hands were restrained, pulling him away from the blonde. He snarled and turned to who dared make him angry, not expecting in the least that he had thrown the whip at the very pissed off brunette in the doorway. Keith gulped. "Um... Hi, Seto!"

Jou's eyes were too blurred with tears to see what was going on, and his mind was too filled with terror for him to hear it. When nothing came, he simply curled up into a ball, blood flowing freely from his legs and chest. He was shaking hard, and his wrists hurt too much.

"I am sorry..." He whispered finally, trembling with his eyes closed. "I'm sorry I eva hurt him... So go ta hell...." Jou broke off, shaking with sobs.

With a quick flick of his wrist, he sent the other man twirling to the other side of the room, whip unwinding from his arm, sliding, and making a small snake-like cut winding around his arm. "Dare you touch Jou?!" When the other didn't answer, he walked over to him and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him off the ground with ease. "Dare you?!" Keith only managed a weak nod before being thrown to the door that led into the room. "Let me warn you that if you EVER stray within 10 feet of him, I will do more than whip you and throw you about. swear to cut you up with the dullest of knives, tear you apart piece by piece and feed you to the demons of Sauron!" (A/N: ::both giggle:: )

With that, Keith nodded and made a hasty retreat.

Seto went to his blonde beloved, a look of worry and sincerity etching into his features. He wanted to hold him, to tell him everything was alright, for he had heard the words Jou had softly spoken before. Undoing his bonds, he cradled Jou in his lap, whispering to him soft nothings of reassurance. "It's alright. I forgive you. Sh.... it's alright..."

Jou hiccupped on a sob, eyes fluttering open, though blurred. "S-S'to...?" he choked, his voice unsure, yet desperately hopeful. With everything he was, he prayed it was Seto, and that he forgave him. With everything he believed in, he prayed that he wasn't hallucinating while Keith had his fun. "Really... You...?" He choked out, trying to wipe his eyes, even though his wrists burned and his arms felt weak.

Seto let a soft smile creep onto his lips. "Yes, it is me." He began to run his fingers through the boy's fine blonde hair, still loving its silky strands, after so much abuse. He again frowned. "And I wish to tell you that I am sorry as well. Sorry for yelling, sorry for leaving you...." He kissed Jou on the forehead, lightly like a butterfly ghosting across, fluttering to wherever it was going. "I am deeply sorry."

Jou shivered, then clung to him tightly, blood still flowing from his wounds. He nuzzled him lightly, eyes closing again. "I was scared..." He whispered. "I'm sorry..."

*****

Ryou began to sweat from exertion, his breath coming in short gasps, as he continued to concentrate. "Who's coming with me?" He managed to gasp out, not opening his eyes.

"I wanna go!" Yugi cried out, eyes wide.

"I don't think you should..." Ryou gasped, breathing heavier. "Anyone who is coming, put a hand on my shoulder, quick..." He gave a weak cry, gritting his teeth.

Yami hastily let his hand grip unintentionally hard on his shoulder, as did Bakura. There was no way that Ryou was going to go somewhere without him. Yami turned to Yugi. "You really should stay here. Do not fret, you will be safe."

Ryou chanted quickly before Yugi could protest, and they were all transported through gray mists, on their way to Jou. Ryou was breathing harder, his eyes now closed in pain.

Ryou and the other two finally appeared in the middle of the room, not far from the bed on which they sat, Ryou didn't stop chanting, or glowing, but he managed to get out "Quickly get them, I can't hold the spell to take us back much longer..."

Seto blinked as three people suddenly appeared in the middle of the room. They were here to get them, by the words Ryou just spoke. Nodding to the others that he would come, he turned back to Jou. "I'm going to carry you, so don't complain. It's for your own good." With that he lifted the light as a feather boy in his arms and went to touch Yami's hand, in the situation he was, he was at a quite disadvantage at touching Ryou.

Jou made no protests, snuggling into Seto's warmth. His nude body was abused and bleeding, but Seto offered comfort.

Ryou chanted, before they appeared in his house again. When the chanting stopped, Ryou pitched forward, eyes closed.

Bakura slid to the ground and caught Ryou before the witch hit. He looked very exhausted, passed out from the tremendous use of his power. But all he would need is rest, for it took a lot out of him. Slowly, he sat up and put the boy on the couch, kissing his hand before turning towards Seto. "Please take him up to one of the guest rooms. I'm sure Ryou would want to heal his wounds when he awakens, so try to make him comfortable. Yami, Ryou might have some fist aid around, just in case his unable to use his magic. Try to find some." At both of their nod, they parted ways to do their task. Bakura turned to Yugi. "Yugi, will you look after Ryou and come let us know m when he is awake?"

Yugi nodded somewhat numbly, still in a shock-like state from all that had happened. "H-hai... Bakura...? What happened to Jou?" He asked quietly, putting a blanket over Ryou.

Bakura gave him a sad smile as he put a washcloth on Ryou's forehead. "He was abused by another, just after escaping abuse from his father. Yugi, Jou was sexually abused. But do not despair. The ones who did it will receive extreme pain or death if Seto ever catches wind of it happening again." He gave a reassuring squeeze with his hand on his shoulder. "I would do the same for Ryou, and I'm sure Yami would do the same for you."

Yugi nodded to him, a smile starting to form. "You love Ryou-kun, don't you?" He asked innocently, watching how tenderly Bakura was caring for him. "Like Seto-kun loves Jou-kun..." He paused for a moment, a blush staining his cheeks. "Do you think Yami...?"

Bakura had to laugh at the sudden tint in the boy's cheeks. But he calmed himself before Yugi had a chance to use puppy eyes. "I think I know the answer, but I will only assume. Have hope, Yugi, for I do not doubt it." With that he made his way up the stairs.

Yugi gave a small smile, then went back to tending to Ryou. 'I can't believe Jou-kun didn't tell me... But it has to get better, right? He has Seto now... And Ryou has Bakura... And I...' Flushing deeply, Yugi brushed some of Ryou's sweat-soaked hair out of his face. 'Be okay...'

*****

Making his way through the upstairs hall, Bakura looked about for the room Seto went in. When he found it, he saw Yami and Seto wrapping his legs in gauze. Seto apparently dressed him as the blonde one wore black boxers. He wore no shirt as his chest had still yet to be tended to. Bakura let himself tend to it while things in his mind began to nag and he asked them. "So, Seto, how did this come to be?" He looked sharply at the other for a moment, letting the look show his annoyance and anger. "We were supposed to protect Yugi and Jou. Why, when I wake up, do I find that Yami is yelling at me and then Jou is about to be molested?" His gaze wavered to Yami, lifting a brow. "Would you tell you poor and confused sire?"

Yami managed to give him a small smile, despite his low spirits. "I don't know everything, really. Seto and Jou know, though. I am curious too, as to how this all started." He narrowed his eyes at Seto. "Please indulge us."

Seeing that there were two against one, he couldn't help it a sigh escaped his lips. As like with all their arguments, hw would have to tell them. Two against one. Looking intently at Jou's leg, he began to tell them everything, words spilling from his mouth as if he knew just where to begin, mentally cursing his talent for story telling.

*****

Ryou stirred after a while, his face more pale than normal. "What's going on?" He asked quietly.

Yugi smiled at him. "You passed out after the spell, and Bakura caught you. He put you on the couch, then made sure you were alright. He must care a lot about you, Ryou-kun."

Ryou looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, hiding the flush that threatened to make him look like a candy-cane. "R-really?"

"Hai! But he said to get you when you woke up, because Jou-kun's hurt and he didn't know if you had magic to help..."

Shakily, and with Yugi's support, Ryou stood, ambling for the stairs. "So Yugi... Tell me more about what happened with Bakura when I passed out..."

*****

By the time Seto was finished with the story, Seto was trying desperately to keep the tears from falling. His head was bent forward, attempting to hide his face in his shame and in his grief. He was the one who let Jou get hurt. It was all his fault. Feeling a hand on each shoulder, he lifted his tear-streaked face to see Yami and Bakura giving him sad smiles. He had not even known he was crying until his two closest friends wiped the twin trails away. His two best friends were always with him. He bent his head once more. "Thank you so much..."

Ryou and Yugi walked into the room at about that moment, Ryou looking even more pale. Yugi helped him to the bed, where he took a seat next to Jou.

"Yugi, I might actually need some of your energy for this..." He said quietly.

Yugi blinked up at him. "My energy? how come?"

"Because... Jou was hurt by a vampire who has marked you... Your energy would help greatly."

Yugi looked to Yami, then to Bakura and Seto, before his amethyst eyes settled on Jou. "Okay... If it'll help him..."

The three dark ones watched on and let Ryou and Yugi take over, Yami's eyes flashing slightly as Ryou mentioned of the same vampire who tried to hurt Jou also hurt Yugi. He swore to better protect him, keep him away from harm's grasp. What would he do if he lost the only one that made him feel like he still had a beating heart?

Yugi moved to sit next to Ryou, blinking when Ryou placed a hand over the side of his neck that Keith had marked. "If it hurts too much, tell me, and I'll stop." Ryou said.

Yugi nodded, then gasped as his neck began to get warm... Hot... It burned. Ryou's other hand was on Jou's chest, his delicate fingers trailing over the wound lightly as he chanted.

"Blood that is spilt, of bond that is shared, be cleansed of this wound, pain, suffering, be spared."

He continued those words as his fingers traced the wound, and the whip gash slowly closed in on itself, healing.

The vampires were not at all stunned by this as they looked on. They had seen witches do it numerous times. Those witches were the same ones that taught them small bouts of magic, but that is all they knew. Yami briefly wondered if their friends were still alive, for the last time he had seen them was about a decade ago. The three of them should look 'em up and inform them of the situation with Pegasus.

Once Ryou finished the chest wound, both he and Yugi were dizzily looking forward. "I-I think... Th-that we should s-stop for n-now..." Ryou murmured, removing his hands.

Yugi swayed lightly. "H-hai..."

Jou stirred, his eyes opening. "What's going on...?" He asked groggily.

Seto's eyes briefly shown with relief and satisfaction as Jou woke up, but it was gone in an instant. Bakura, however, saw the look and snickered, highly amused. Seto just growled at him in response, as Yami grasped Yugi's shoulders, trying to steady him. "Daijoubu ka?" he asked in Yugi's native tongue. The boy looked positively tired, zoning in and out. Bakura, once done snickering, also went to Ryou's side, being there, should the boy keel over to one side.

Yugi shivered, then rested his head on Yami's shoulder, eyes closing. "Hai... Daijoubu....." He murmured. Ryou rubbed his eyes, then looked down to Jou. "You're safe now. Seto found you and rescued you."

Jou's eyes flashed with shock and realization, and he looked up to Seto as if asking if that was true.

Seto silently nodded, looking down at his hands as he did so, away from Jou's wonderful honey brown gaze. Jeez, Bakura was going to have fun with this. At least for a week would the teasing and taunting not stop, he assumed. Yami just chuckled at Seto's silly response, pulling Yugi closer, into a tighter and more comfortable embrace for the boy. Jou and Seto really needed some time alone, and he wanted them to be on good terms. So he pretended to yawn. "I believe the day has wearied me out, and I have little strength left, also considering I have had no food..." He stood, arms pulling away from Yugi and grabbing his hand. "Come, Yugi, let's go get some sleep." He shot a meaningful glance at Bakura, and the mentioned coughed.

"Yes, well, um...." Bakura scratched the back of his head. "I was rudely awakened this morning, too, so I believe I didn't get any sleep either." He wound an arm around Ryou's waist and began tugging him in the direction of the door.

Yugi gave a cute smile at Yami, then a wink in Jou's direction before he took off, pulling Yami out of the room. He stumbled lightly, then laughed sheepishly as he slowed down. Ryou gave a confused look at both, before his eyes went wide with silent realization, and he nodded, walking along with Bakura. He wanted Jou and Seto to talk and make up, so hopefully both would be happy.

Jou was silent for another moment after both couples had left. He looked up at Seto again, then spoke softly. "I'm sorry about whateva I did that made ya mad..." He murmured, clearly having no memory of the events after Seto had shown up for his rescue.

Seto frowned at this. "When you actually remember what happened, and you are truly sorry for your actions, I will truly accept your apology and give you one of my own." He stood up, hands shoving into his pockets. "But for now, I will accept your apology only because You don't know what happened, and you shouldn't be yelled at or targeted for someone's anger because of that." Stepping closer, he gave Jou a small kiss on the forehead. "Get some sleep." That was all he said before settling in a nearby chair and looking out the window.

"But..." Jou looked away, tears filling his eyes again. 'I knew it.. He musta found out what my pop's done before... and he wants nothin' ta do with me... He shoulda jes let me there ta die... It woulda worked better that way. Damn him fer making me feel this way about him... I jes freakin' met him and I love him... DAMNIT... Why can't I eva do ANYTHIN' Right!?'

Seto, although in different thoughts, was thinking along similar lines. 'Jou needs to be comforted, not lectured! He just got back from two bad experiences, both right in a row.' He glanced over at the teary-eyed boy, and his eyes softened. 'He must be in torment... And it's all because of ME!!' He eyes narrowed, and he found himself glaring at the far wall. 'I can't do anything right, can I?'

Jou shivered again, then winced as he made himself sit up. "I should go... Or somethin..." He murmured, eyes fixed on the ground. 'He's prolly angry they're makin' him baby sit me....'

In a blink of an eye, he was at Jou's side, his hand pushing Him back down to the bed. "Get some rest. You don't have a say, so just chill." He also put the covers, that fell temptingly to the boy's waist, up to his chin, kind of feeling like he was a big brother tucking in his little one. Well, he did technically have a brother, but he was long since dead. And with those memories resurfacing, pain also edged to his emotions. It was a horrible death that no one, especially his little brother, deserved. His eyes began to water, and he turned away before he though Jou would notice.

Jou blinked, then reached up and brushed his fingers over Seto's cheek, as best he could with Seto turned. "Somethin's wrong... Will ya tell me?" His voice was quiet. he could tell something was wrong. He just hoped it had nothing to do with him.

Seto shook his head, not wanting to involve Jou in his pain. His brother meant everything to him... Talking about it brought tears to his eyes, and he dared not shed them. "It does not concern you, puppy." He tried to regain his posture, but he was failing miserably. His voice quivered and his nose was getting runny. He fought back the urge to sniffle, half expecting Jou to quirk a smart ass remark about just who was being the puppy.

"I'm not a puppy!" Jou frowned, then sat up, his hand moving to Seto's shoulder. "No fuckin' offense," Jou started, his tone filled with a 'don't give me that crap' tone. "But if it has ta do with you, it is my concern, because eva since I let ya feed off me, everything about and concerning you, concerns me too."

Seto paused a moment, the shock of Jou's words washing over him. He then turned to him, small streams of salty tears running out of the corner of his eyes. "What do you mea by that?" He looked at him questioningly, curious as to why Jou hadn't retorted and rude comment at him.

Jou leaned forward and pressed their lips together, his other hand moving to Seto's face to wipe his tears away. The kiss lasted only a second or two, and was rather chaste. "Well... Ya could guess..."

Seto blinked for a moment, still in shock and surprise. "What...?" He could barely speak through his astonishment, a small voice in just above a whisper. Was Jou committing his love for him? Jou loved him? His head started to shake. No... it couldn't be! He had to hear those words for himself.

Feeling much bolder, Jou flushed. "Seto... I'll understand if ya don't feel the same way... Especially after knowing what my father... Anyway.... Eva since ya held me... And since everythin'... I think..." Jou broke away slightly, fear of rejection and giddyness building up inside him.

Seto let his fingers stray to Jou's chin, forcing his eyes upon him. "You think what, Jou?" His piercing blue eyes narrowed slightly with unrestrained curiosity.

"Would ya laugh if I said I loved you?" Jou asked, his eyes flashing with every emotion his body was experiencing. Fear, hope, confusion, love, need...

The vampire, seeing all these emotions, shook his head. "No. I wouldn't." Both of his hands now went to either side of his face, pulling him close and into a longer and deeper kiss, his tongue sliding against the other's bottom lip, asking for entrance.

Jou's eyes went wide, tears shimmering at the surface, before he closed them leaning into the kiss and parting his lips. His hands slid so that his arms wound around the Vampire's neck, pulling him close. Relief flooded his body, and he felt as if he were glowing with happiness.

Seto guided his tongue throughout Jou's mouth, rubbing against the other's in a provocative attempt to get him to battle with his own. His sensations grew wild as he push Jou down to lay once again on the bed, his hands moving through his ashen hair.

Moaning lightly, Jou timidly dueled back, his breath being stolen. A pang of fear gripped at his body, but he ignored it as best he could, taking a moment to suck on Seto's tongue.

Breathless, Seto began to kiss him harshly, taking Jou's tongue and bringing it into his own warm mouth, caressing it and nibbling at it with his teeth. Ra, he wanted it... wanted him... He couldn't hold back, and he let his fist grab a handful of hair, pulling the boy's neck back to expose his vulnerable, pale neck. The soft, salty skin was an easy barrier to break through and reveal the precious copper-tasting fluid inside. That pulse gave him urge upon satisfying urge to want to bite into it. He bent down to lick the flesh, its taste settling more at his groin than on his tongue. The urge was so great.

Jou couldn't help but gasp loudly at the sensation, his breaths coming in short and sharp gasps. His eyes fluttered open, glazed with want and need, as he looked up to Seto. He gave silent permission for the older boy to bite into his neck and drink his fill. He anticipated the close feeling it brought, like they were one soul, being united. His nails dug into Seto's shoulders, and he moaned lightly.

Seto's fangs grew in size and length before he let them pierce the boy's tender skin, the familiar fluid flooding into his mouth yet again. The taste was still the same, and he began to lap up more and more of it. This being the second time he fed from him, Seto started to bond to him, feeling his emotions and thoughts. This always happened, and what he felt made him moan in his bliss of being filled not only stomach-wise, but also in his mind, like all this time a piece of himself had been missing.

Moaning loudly, Jou arched his body, eyes closing again. "S-Seto...!" His mind was reeling, both from amazement and pleasure. He tilted his head more to the side for better access, sweat forming on his body as he became even further aroused and needing.

Seto sucked harshly on his neck, the mere contact with his blood taking him over the edge. Jou's feelings, plus his own, weighed heavily on him, and he wanted, more than anything, to release all of his pressurized passion into Jou's tight and inviting body.... His hand let the boy's hair go, letting it wander lightly and teasingly down his chest, and to the edge of his boxers. Sticking a finger beneath the waistband, Seto, mindful of his still wounded legs, slid them down a little, stopping so the edge was near the apparent bulge between the boy's legs. But it was only a pause, and he slid them off totally, freeing Jou's arousal from restraint.

Jou moaned helplessly, squirming as he felt his length being freed. The fear came again, and he bit it back, trying to convince himself that Seto wouldn't hurt him. 'Th-this ain's pops... It'll still hurt.... But Seto's the one I want.... I-I'm not scared... D-don't be scared Jounouchi Katsuya.... D-don't be...'

Sensing his fear, Seto gave him a small kiss on the lips, in a reassuring way. "It's all right, Jou. You have no reason to fear me. I will be as gentle as can be. But you don't want this, just tell me to stop..."

Jou paused, staring up at him. "I'm not scared..." He lied, squirming again.

Seto's lips quirked in a smile. "You do not lie very well. And it is unbecoming of you..." He kissed his nose. "I can feel that you are scared... I taste it in your blood. Do you trust me?"

Jou flushed, his body relaxing. "I... Well yeah... But last time.. When we were like this, I jes couldn't.. It's hard fer me ta admit, ya know? I jes didn't think ya'd understand... I got so scared..."

Seto nodded his understanding. "Very well." He let his hand swipe a piece of Jou's blond hair out of his face. "Would you rather like to hold the cards during this?"

Still flushing, Jou shook his head. "N-nah... I wouldn't know what ta do. Jes go slow... I'll try not ta freak out..."

Seto let a smile grace his lips, and he gave Jou a thankful kiss before momentarily going into the bathroom. "I'll just be a moment." he called.

Sitting up and pulling the blanket around himself, Jou nodded. He looked down to his legs as he felt something, gasping when he saw the bandages. 'What in the hell? Pops didn't do that, did he? When the hell did I get whip marks on my legs?" He pulled the blankets around him tighter, shivering suddenly. 'Creepy...'

After a moment, Seto emerged from the bathroom, nude except for a pair of boxers, something hidden in his hand. When he got to the bed, jumped onto it, crawling over Jou's body, giving him tender kisses over his neck, face and shoulders. He set the object in his hand onto the nearby night stand for later use.

"Mmm..." Jou leaned into his touch, brushing his fingers over Seto's arms. His lips caught Seto's earlobe, and he nibbled it gently.

Tilting his head, Seto allowed Jou to nibble his ear, turning him on slightly, but soon grew tired of it as he wanted more desirable things. One of the hands going to his back, he yet again laid him upon the bed.

Jou shivered still, though not from being cold. He nipped lightly at Seto's neck, arching his body against Seto's in the need for more contact.

Seto let him nip at his neck, his fingers, kneading Jou's side, near his hips, wanting nothing more than to plunge into the boy's pliant body, but he kept his control, just like he said he would. He instead let his tongue find the boy's ear, licking its outer shell at first, then moving into it's depths, eating all of the moans and groans up with a spoon, further rousing his groin into stiff attention.

Jou began to gasp and cry out, his fingers now digging in to Seto's arms. His hair fell into his face as his mouth fell open from the pleasure. He was unable to speak, but he could purr and mewl in need as he brushed his leg against Seto's.

Satisfied with Jou's little cries of need and pleasure, Seto's hand began to move toward the object on the night stand. Jou was so open to him, freely giving himself to the creature of the night. He was so willing. Parting the blonde's legs with he own, he lowered himself so that he was kneeling at Jou's south end, object in hand. "You sure you want this? You are still sore from your earlier wounds...."

Flushed and breathless, Jou hesitated. His body screamed for more, but his mind was telling him to scream for Seto to stop. Having Seto so close to his entrance sparked that fear again, something he couldn't push back no matter how hard he tried. And even though he loved and trusted the Vampire, it was a given that he'd be scared and reluctant. "I'm sure..." He heard himself say, despite the raging battle his body and mind were having. His heart had taken control and decided to speak.

With that, Seto let his fingers, now slick with some of the substance that was squeezed out of the tube, run the cleft in between Jou's firm cheeks, pausing at his entrance, circling the tight rign of muscle, getting it well coated with the cold slimy slick. And just the sight alone of Jou, flushed and breathless beneath him, was enough to push his forefinger forward, past the tight entrance, into Jou's hot, moist body.

Jou gasped loudly and his body tensed painfully. It was a normal reaction to having anything inside him, and he didn't know how to make it stop. His eyes squeezed shut, a small whimper emitting from his trembling lips.

Seto moved up to speak into his ear, trying to sooth him with words and kisses. "Shh... Relax, otherwise it will hurt more." He began to move his finger, sliding it beyond the taunt muscle, seemingly searching for a particular spot to make him screech in pleasure. He added another finger to help, spreading him as he searched.

The familiar fear sky-rocketed inside him, and he tensed even further, tears sliding down his cheeks. To him, he was no longer in Ryou's house with Seto, but on his cold floor with his father. His breathing quickened to the point of border-lining hyperventilation, and he gripped the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Seto sensed this and withdrew his finger. "What makes you so tense?" He kissed his forehead. "Why do you shake with fear every time I touch you? Please calm down." Jou was acting strange again. Was it because of what his father had done to him? Or maybe he finally remembered the incident with Keith? He wouldn't know until he got an answer.

Jou's eyes opened timidly, and he relaxed again. His breathing slowed and his grip loosened. "I'm sorry..." He spoke quietly. "B-but I keep feelin'... h-him... When he hit me.. His chapped hands holdin' me down..." His body shook with a sob, and he squeezed his eyes shut again. 'He must be angry at me fer actin' like this again... I don't want to push him away.. but it hurts...'

wound his arms around the boy, trying to comfort him. "Who, Jou?" His nuzzled his hair. "Your father?"

Jou shuddered, then nodded, tears coming faster. "I didn't mean ta make him mad at me..." He choked, winding his arms around Seto's upper body to hold on, making sure he wouldn't go anywhere.

"Shh...." He rubbed Jou's back and arms with his hands, kissing his forehead. "I'm sure you never did... " Sighing, Seto hugged Jou close. He will have to pay Jou's father a little visit. Jou should have never been treated the way he was treated, no one did. Right now, Jou needed support and comfort, not sex. He was not yet ready for it, for obvious reasons.

"I'm sorry..." He repeated, burying his face in Seto's neck.

He shook his head. "You have nothing to be sorry about, Jou." He gave the boy a tight squeeze of a hug. "No one should be hurt like that."

"I shouldn't act like this around you." He murmured, opening his eyes again. "I shouldn't be so weak..."

Seto gave him a half-smile. "It's okay to be weak sometimes. Even the strongest man on earth has a weakness."

Jou shivered, then took a deep breath. "I wanna be yours Seto." His eyes closed, and he let go, lying back on the bed fully

Seto let out a chuckle. "So fearful of your father, and you trust me, yet you still shy away because that fear comes back, taking new form and making you, in turn fear me. Will you not be afraid of me anymore?"

"I..." Jou paused. "I dunno. I don' wanna be.. I jes am.." 'Don't be mad at me...'

Smiling, Seto, covered him with a blanket and gave him a light kiss on the lips. "When you don't fear me anymore. That is when I will give you my love in physical pleasure." He then moved to the door. "Rest. You need your strength. We will talk tomorrow, okay?"

Jou saw him leaving, and immediately went rigid. "Are you leavin'?" He near- squeaked, trying to keep the panic down in his voice.

Seto tilted his head. "Would you rather me stay with you while you sleep?"

Jou nodded eagerly, sheepishly pulling his boxers on under the blanket.

Seto went back to the bed and also got into the covers, though he let his arms wind around him and drew him close. "Sweet dreams, pup."

"Not a pup." Jou shot back, snuggling into him with a low purr.

Throughout ll the night and most of the day, Seto did not wake. And why would he want to? His dreams were filled with a passionate pup, obeying the wills of his master as they clouded the air around them with the smell of sex. It had been nearly 2000 years since he was with someone who made him feel like this. But that special someone, who stole his heart, smashed his very love in the dirt, rejecting him completely. He was glad the bastard was dead, being the mortal waste he was. That was why Seto was such a cold person after that. They be cold to you, you be cold in return. Far be it from Seto to suddenly tell Jou everything about his past life, though.

When he woke up, he didn't bother opening his eyes. He let his other senses take control of the situation. His body was pressed tightly to another, arms wrapped around shoulders. Both were bare, touching skin with skin. He was in a bed of satin sheet and a warm comforter over him, his pillow softened by the feathers inside. His lips and mouth felt dry and his throat crackled. It was as if, during the night, somehow unnoticed by him, someone had come and shoved a frog, or something similar to their size, down his throat. He couldn't speak, his voice lost by the visionary frog. His hearing gave him absolute silence, except for the occasional footfalls outside the door in the hall. Also, he could hear breaths coming and going in fairly rhythmic intervals. The occupant of that air was still asleep. The hair his nose was pressed into smelled of Kiwi, and a bit like cinnamon. It was an odd mix, but it smelled very good.

Getting enough information, he decided it would be safe to open his eyes.

It was true, that while Jou still slept, even as the day ended and the night descended, that he had not left the warmth of Seto's body. He stay close, keeping his arms overlapping Seto's to make sure the other wouldn't leave him again. But although his breaths were calm and steady, his dreams were not as pleasant.

*

"I didn't mean to..."

The taller man, with shaggy blonde hair and an unshaven beard, cursed under his breath, before throwing a beer bottle at his son's feet.

"YOU MADE THEM LEAVE! Because of YOU, my wife left me and took my daughter away!"

Jou cowered, shrinking back into the corner. "I-I'm s-sorry..."

At the tender age of six, Jou was experiencing his father's first drunken rage of many. Just a week earlier, his sister had been taken away from him while his mother never looked back. he had cried, of course, having been close to his sister. He had even chased the car as it drove away, out of their home, out of the city, out of out of his life.

Of course, that had ony angered his father more. Jou had noticed the change too. His father rarely spoke to him, and when he did acknowledge his presence, it was to tell the boy his room needed cleaning. Jou never understood that, because his room was always clean. It wasn't until the night his father came home with an empty bottle of beer in his hand, and the stench of other alcohol on his clothes, that Jou got his first taste of what his father had become.

"You're SORRY?! You think APOLOGIZIN' can change what you DID?!"

The child cried out in a mix of pain and fear as his hair was grabbed, yanking him forward. "I'll give you somethin' to be SORRY about, you worthless little shit!"

"Please no!"

The more he thrashed, the more his body was hit. He heard a crack every once in a while, and eventually, blood from a gash on his forehead dripped into his eyes. "You'll be sorry! You'll see what being SORRY is all about!"

"P-please...!"

*

Jou stirred suddenly, pressing his sweat-soaked cheek into the pillow. His breathing quickened, and his grip unconsciously tightened on Seto's arms.

*

The scene changed just as the boy was thrown into the wall, and now Jou was watching. He watched as someone familiar, cloaked by shadows, slammed him against the wall, demanding answers.

Jou's eyes widened, when he watched himself glare, and heard himself answer.

"You want the fuckin' truth!?" Dream Jou yelled back, his body growing weaker and weaker. He could care less. He had a point to make. "The fuckin' truth is that I can't take loving someone so much it hurts, and not bein' loved back! Eva since ya bit me I've been falling hard and fast, but I can't take that it hurts so much to feel fer someone who doesn't understand! I'd rather be dead than hafta look at you, knowin' that I love you and you don't understand!" Dream Jou coughed up some blood, wincing, but he continued to yell. "Ya wanna know what I feel when I look at you!? What I see?! I feel so much fuckin love it ain't even funny, and I see someone I would give my life to make happy! But you don't CARE!" He screamed, slumping slightly against the wall.

Jou's hand flew to his mouth, and he gave a small gasp of shock. Was this what he had done? Said? Was this what he had to be sorry for, that had hurt Seto?

He didn't get his answer, because the scene changed again, and this time, he couldn't look at what he was seeing. "No... No no no no no!"

He was being held down on a bed, more specifically handcuffed down. Looking up, he saw a man with dirty blonde hair and cold brown eyes, whip in hand. Things seemed to blur by, but he was aware of the man's touch on his body, and a sob shook his form. 'Not this, oh please god don't let this happen!'

Among his pleas, he found himself asking where Seto was. Why Seto wasn't protecting him. Then it hit him. 'He left me... In that alley... Because of what I did to him... And now...'

The sob that escaped his lips was both part of his dream, and part of his reality.

*

Jou whimpered, tears sliding down his cheeks. "No... Please...Seto I'm... Sorry..."

Hearing these words come out of his angel's mouth did not please him at all. When Jou started to shift, he knew the boy was having a nightmare, and that he would probably have to comfort him. But Jou's nightmare was about him. At least, he thought so... By his words, he thought so. What could Jou have been dreaming about? It was definitely something bad, but what actually worried Seto was the fact that he might be the bad part. He didn't want his blonde love to think he was against him or hate him. Far from it, in fact. He love him with all his heart. It may take a while, but the vampire swore to prove it to him, no matter how much effort it took. He now wished everything wasn't so screwed up, so stupid. He wished they didn't happen. The whole scene in the alley and in the other room when he drank the boy's blood...., or the whole Keith moment, it was all stuck on his brain. It was like he was buried in a hole with those memories, and he wanted out.

Not knowing what else to do, or how to otherwise comfort him, Seto, let Jou's grasp on his arms tighten and loosen as much as they wanted. His own appendages wrapped tightly around him as the boy sobbed into the air. He tried speaking to him, though he was not quite sure if he could reach out to the disillusioned blonde. "Jou? Jou! Snap out of it! It's me, Seto! Jou?" He mentally smacked himself in the forehead. 'Baka!' he chided himself. He shouldn't have told him his name if he was the bad guy in his dream. It could've sent the boy in shock and panic, and make him frantic, something that didn't need to rise, as well as his temper. So he remained quiet as he let Jou fight his nightmare, holding him close for support and comfort. He hoped Jou would be ok.

Jou shifted again, then cried out.

*

The man continued to touch his body, and suddenly, gash marks appeared on his chest and thighs. He was savagely being pinned down, and there was nothing he could do.

"Jou? Jou! Snap out of it! It's me, Seto! Jou?"

Jou froze. The man's eyes filled with panic, and he fled, only to be replaced by Seto, who instead of taking advantage of him in his weakened state, broke the handcuffs and held him close, whispering words of comfort.

"Seto?" He asked hopefully, his breath catching in his throat.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again, a small gasp leaving his throat.

*

The room was dark, of course, but it wasn't the fact that he was in a bed pressed up against another body that surprised him. It was the fact that the person was holding him, somewhat protectively. Carefully, he turned around in those arms, praying he would be looking into the deep blue eyes of his love, and not the cold brown of his father or that other man.



Seto's heart hitched into his throat as honey-golden eyes suddenly pinned him to the spot. He hoped Jou wouldn't be mad at him for whatever his dream self might've done. He didn't want Jou to stomp on his heart for something bad that he, in reality, wouldn't do, opposed to a dream. He had faced a hard rejection 2000 years ago and then some, but this felt different. He really did care for Jou. He didn't want the other to be mad at him for no reason, or with good reason, if he still feared his dream. It was his biggest weakness, his biggest phobia. Rejection.

He let a hand brush some of the blonde bangs away from his face. "Jou?" his voice was hesitant, soft, afraid of what might become of Jou's voice, his words he'll speak. "Are you alright?"

"Oh god... Seto..." Jou shivered, then buried his face in Seto's shoulder. "I'm so glad yer here..." He murmured quietly, tears spilling onto the bare skin.

He continued to just tremble, hiding from the world with that single embrace. "Yer really here..." His mind began to swim, unanswered questions floating around.

'How did we get here? did that guy... The whip marks... is Seto still mad? Does he forgive me?'

His frame shook like a leaf as he clung desperately to Seto, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

This, however, was nothing like Seto thought it would be. This reaction surprised him enough for him to have a surprised look on his face, but only briefly. Calm and reassuring, he let his arms encircle the shaking boy. What had Jou gone through to be like this? Was his nightmare that bad? Did this mean that Seto wasn't the bad person in all his dreams? It must be, otherwise he wouldn't be acting like this. But he wasn't the bad guy, what role did he play in Jou's unconscious soap opera? Did Jou want him, call out to him because he needed him in some way? Had he let Jou down? There were a million questions flying through his head a minute, all new ones, too, as he tried to figure this out and comfort the boy all at once. Maybe he should just ask him what's wrong? Perhaps that would give him some answers...

Squeezing him into one more hug, Seto pulled away from the blubbering blonde, looking into his eyes, only to find them shut. He blinked. No that wouldn't do. "Jou, please look at me." He needed at least some sort of eye contact before he could start trying to calmly speak to him.

Jou whimpered lightly, allowing his eyes to ease open, still filled with tears. He said nothing, though he was wondering why Seto was pulling away. Did the crybaby within make him feel uncomfortable? His hands were splayed on Seto's chest trembling, though warm.

Seto frowned, a look of worry etched into his facial features. The whimper only magnified his worried state, and he made sure to be careful and thoughtful to what Jou might've been feeling right now. Lost? Alone? The poor thing... Taking one of his hands off of his shoulder, he ran it through Jou now-soaked hair, hoping to get a better view at those captivating eyes. He also let a small smile spread his lips in the fact that, physically, Jou wasn't hurt. Mentally was a whole new level, though. "Are you alright?" That was the main thing he wanted to know. He wanted to make sure that Jou's well-being was in tact. He could care less about the actual dream, only that the blond was ok.

Jou's eys closed briefly, tears slipping past his closed lids. He opened his eyes again, then nodded. "I... I'm fine..." He WAS fine, but he wanted to know so many things... "S-Seto... The alley... The other guy... The whip...?" he couldn't bring himself to voice the rest of the question, and he prayed that Seto would answer. 'Was it all real?'

The vamp couldn't understand what his love was trying to say. Confused, he asked what was on his mind. "What? What is it?" His hands gripped his shoulders yet again, but this time, softly, and pulled him close. He couldn't read minds, though he wished he could. There are a few vampires that could do it, but only the very old ones. And even they studied the art for thousands of years, learnin how to fill their heads with the voices of many, and how to zone in on a single mind, then shutting everyone else's voice out. But he hadn't studied it. Now, stuck here confused by what Jou might be thinking, he wished he had studied it, spent a 1000 years or so practicing its art.

His hand began to rub his upper arms, an attempt to calm him further down. "Can you tell what's wrong?" He voice not once faltered, cracked, or stray from a gentle, calm urge.

Jou shivered, though the soft touches were calming him down. The tears finally stopped, and he met Seto's deep sapphire with hesitant amber. "The alley... And th-the guy with the blonde h-hair.. Who had the whip... W-was it all... R-real...?" He stuttered, though the words made his eyes fill with tears again.

Is that all he wanted to know? Sighing, he held Jou to his chest, hugging him to comfort and support him when he answered. "Yes, they were." He knew that the boy felt guilty and Kieth traumatizing him didn't help one bit. So he spoke in a really soft and gentle tone. "But I forgive you.... And I am sorry. So sorry, for leaving you in that alley... Please don't hate me! I won't be able to live on if you hated my guts!" He really didn't plan on acting this mushy, really he didn't, but sometimes words of the heart come out sort of unexpected and not like you mean them to. It was always like that with him. Whenever he spoke his heart, though, in the past, it always was trampled over, or thrown into the air. He would like to thank people for NOT giving his heart a rollercoaster ride, thank you very much.

"I don' hate you... But..." He paused, unable to form the words. "What happened? Did h-he..." The horrible images of the first part of his dream came flooding back, and he squeezed his eyes shut. 'Please say no, please say no...' "B-because even if he did, as long as you aren't disgusted, I still wanna be with you, and I still don' hate you!" He cried out fearfully, keeping his eyes squeezed tightly shut. He didn't want to see the look on Seto's face. if it were angry or disgusted, he would die. He knew he would.

Seto still held him close, laying his head on top of the other boy's head. He really wanted to lie to him, to tell him that everything was okay. But everything in this world wasn't. That was just it. This world was too fucked up for his liking. He should have never turned... He never expected to face these kind of hardships. That's life for ya. He remained silent for a bit before speaking... "I'm not at all disgusted with you, Jou, at all. But I also managed to get there it time to stop him from doing... whatever he was going to do with his whip." He ran his hands along Jou's back, rubbing it to send a bit of warmth to the trembling flesh. He could never be disgusted with Jou.

Jou shivered, then sank into his embrace. Out of nowhere, he changed the subject. "Ya know, I had a family once." His voice was still shaky, but he seemed to be more relaxed from hearing Seto's words. "But my family... Decided to die when I was six."

Seto remained quiet, listening to Jou go on, but also letting him know it was okay if he wanted to stop. Jou didn't have to tell his life story if he didn't want to. Seto was thinking of telling him bits and pieces of himself over time, but not all in one story. But perhaps, Jou didn't have all that time? To him, time meant nothing, but the this boy, it was his life. What if Jou didn't have enough time to know every moment of his life...? And what of sleep and if hunger would strike him? No... Jou can't all of him... He was an immortal, in love with a mortal. No way would the both of them be able to work things out, especially the heartbreak that Seto was sure to have when Jou would die...

Completely unaware of the thoughts Seto was having, Jou continued. "Mom left dad. Why, I dunno.... But she took my sister with her. She never looked back."

He placed a light kiss to the side of Seto's neck, fighting off all the tears. He had cried enough.

"Then dad left. Became a drunk. I think it's strange that I remembered this... Chasing the car to try and reach my sister... Getting slammed into the wall fer the first time..."

He held tightly to Seto, eyes closing again. He wanted to be with Seto, he knew that. but there was one question on his mind, which was the point of his story. How much?

Seto's hands now travel the length of his sides and chest in addition to his back. They were pretty much all over Jou. But he just let them glide of his smooth skin, letting his emotions show through his touch. Jou was slammed into a wall, too? He was raped, violated, abused and beaten all by his father, and his mother never knew? But if she did know, would she care? What would his sister think? This person clinging to him needed attention. He had been roughed up too much in his childhood. He shouldn't have been exposed to that.... Shouldn't' have...

Jou continued when Seto said nothing. "I always thought if ya wanted somethin' to be forever, it would be. But then I realized that no matter how hard ya wish, nothin' is forever."

He took a deep breath, before looking up at Seto with serious eyes. "I want us to be forever."

Seto's heart nearly broke at Jou's words. He wanted them to be forever, too. Ra, he wanted it so badly. But it was impossible for them to be together. Jou would eventually die and separate from his mortal life here, and Seto would carry on, with a heavy heart, filled with grief and despair. He would truly be alone if Jou died. There was only one way to have forever, but he didn't want to put Jou through it. Barely few people could handle being a vampire, and the consequences it brought. Heavy burdens and the crave, the hunger, it drove most people insane. That's what it had done to Pegasus. It took control of his mind and turned him into a frantic bat out of hell, insane with the concept of spilling blood. That was why he needed to be destroyed. He was never meant to be a vampire, a creature of night, a bird whose wings were tipped in the crimson blood of millions of people. He could handle the pressure, and became the very epitome of crazy. He, Yami and Bakura were the only ones he knew could handle it.

He stayed quiet for a bit, contemplating. But Jou could never be a vampire. He was too pure and too innocent. What would happen to Yami and Bakura when Yugi and Ryou would die? They wouldn't be able to deal with it. Was their fate to forever be alone? The face eternity with no one but each other? His heart swelled every time he looked at Jou, now, knowing for a fact that he couldn't be with him like he had always wanted. Perhaps, when Jou died, so would he, delusional with love and fearing the future years without him. Perhaps that is the only way he could be truly happy...

As Seto continued to be silent, Jou felt his heart breaking. "Seto... Do you want us to be forever?"

He was willing. He'd do it. He would walk eternally under the night, never stepping out into the sun, all if it meant he and Seto could be forever. Nothing in his life ever had been. His family, his life, having his sister with him. He knew he could never go back to the way he was, knowing what he knew, having felt what he was feeling in that moment. Nothing would ever be the same, but he was prepared for that. All he needed was to know that Seto wanted him too, and he'd gladly suffer the curse of eternity.

Seto shook his head, squeezing Jou in his arms. "God, Jou, you know I do." He did, he really did... But... A tear slipped from his check. It was either ignored or unnoticed as he continued. "But I don't think I could do it..." More tears streamed down his face as he pressed close to his love. "I don't think I'd be able to turn you, even if you could handle the responsibilities and burdens it brought." He took in a shaky breath. "I don't have the courage to change you." He hadn't cried for 2000 years, and now he was blubbering like a big baby.

"Then... Let me be strong... Fer once in my life... And I'll do it..." He said carefully, moving one hand up to wipe the tears away. "I'd be able ta handle it... All ya have ta do is drink from me again... And then let me drink some of yer blood... And I'd never leave yer side..."

He couldn't help but let the tears roll down his cheek. Jou... would do that... for him? Jou would give up his purity, his life, to be with him? He shook his head. "You would have to shun the day, shut out any grief for your victims, and become dark. The hunger, the thirst, it never goes away... Sure, it's sated to the point were you barely notice it, but it never goes away. Are you truly willing to handle it, and not become a monster like Pegasus?" He was grasping and shaking Jou's shoulders now, but only slightly, as if the shake the realization into him and make him stop before he does anything he might later regret, or anything Seto might regret.

Shivering, Jou leaned up and kissed him, then pulled away again. "I am." For what had to be the millionth time in the last few days, Jou tilted his head to the side to expose his neck. "But it'd be worth it if it meant we could be forever."

His lips were tingling, buzzing almost, from the brief contact. He was willing to do anything it took, including becoming a "leech" as he so bluntly put it the previous night. A leech was better than alone.

Seto licked his lips, trying so hard to resist the urge to bite down and suck the life out of him. Though he had fed off of Jou several times recently, he was beginning to feel as if he hadn't eaten for a while. His eyes were locked onto the vein faintly prominent under the smooth pale skin of that salty-tasting neck. Looking at it wasn't helping his situation... It only made him want it more, though his eyes refused to close upon this sight. Heart pounding in his chest, he sat there, wondering what to do. The blonde gave him permission... but in the end, hw would have to turn him... He couldn't help it as a small drop of saliva cascaded down the corner of his mouth. His hands were shaking as he held the other close to him, his scent raking over his senses. And the smell of nearby blood... He couldn't resist... his bloodlust....

Jou watched him, noting the hunger in his steely blue eyes. With a determined and willing look, Jou wrapped one of his hands around the back of Seto's neck, pulling his face down closer to his exposed skin. He took a deep breath, awaiting the feel of Seto's fangs sinking into his skin, his blood being drained gently, as well as hungrily. He was making his choice, as he held Seto's head in place tenderly, running his fingers through the soft hair. "Drink." He spoke quietly, though forcefully.

Being so close to Jou's neck was overwhelming him, and he could barely make out this next statement.... "It's not just your blood that I need, Jou. It's you. I have to have you as well, while I have your blood..." He began to kiss his neck, savoring the skin's saltiness as he tortured himself with this attention to his neck. It was right there... Briefly, his eyes flickered to the boy's, pressing his lips to his ears as well. "Will you let me have you, all of you?"

Jou shivered, though not from being cold, then sighed, sifting his fingers through Seto's silky hair again. "...Yes..."

*****Ooer.. lemon XD Little kiddies run fer yer lives...*****

With that said, Seto began to nip at the junction of his shoulder and neck, hands moving down to release the boy of his boxers. Jou was really willing to do this! He really wanted to be with him! He couldn't begin to express the feelings that now filled his heart, overflowed it's banks, and now poured into his actions. Grasping the elastic that hung to his puppy's hips, he gently pulled them over his slim hips, teeth still nipping hungrily at Jou's neck, the want ever driving him further to insanity, surely, if he didn't get what he wanted soon. He couldn't stop his fingers as they, once exposed, ran along the cleft of Jou's rear. Having the beginning of an arousal didn't just come from the blood's hold on his senses, but the sheer passion of Jou's aroma, his essence. His eye teeth protruded, becoming longer and sharper than the others as he latched onto the neck beneath him, sucking, licking and nibbling, drawing small amounts of blood out, just a couple of drops, then swiped them away with his hungry tongue.

Jou shivered, then arched against him with a cry, gripping Seto's arm and hair. His body was reacting to the touches, and he pressed himself flush against Seto, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.

'it ain't dad... I'm doin' this of my own will... It won't hurt that badly... I gotta calm down...' His thoughts became jumbled as he moaned, and he rubbed his leg up against Seto's.

With his head still buried in Jou's neck, Seto's other hand absently searched for the tube that was left on the stand the other night, not have been put away because of their hasty actions. He found it almost immediately, though his mind was still hazed over with Jou's scent and blood. He had managed to get some of the gelatin lubrication on his fingers before he threw the tube elsewhere, not concerned with the complicated way of shutting it back up or setting it on the table behind him. He was too impatient for that. Slowly, the exact opposite he was feeling, he pushed one slick finger into Jou's entrance, hoping that they would actually go through with it this time.

Jou whimpered, body going horribly tense again, and he had to take deep gasping breaths to try and calm himself down. 'N-not him... It's S-Seto... C-calm down... R-rel-lax....' Tears formed in his eyes, and it took all his willpower for him to not scream at Seto to stop. He wanted this, no matter how scared he was or how much it hurt.

Seto noticed his tensing, but he didn't stop. Instead, he began to move his finger in and out of him, hoping to get him loose enough for him to at least find his g-spot. But with him as tense as he was, he couldn't. Finding his hair with his other hand, he grabbed as many locks as he could and tilted the boy's head farther to the side, exposing more flesh to the mercy of his watery mouth. He would make this pleasureful for him, no matter what it took. Leaning down, he let his teeth nibbled at his ear's lobe, tongue tracing the folds of his ear, his lips sucking at its base. He tortured his ear while his hand began to caress his hair, massage his scalp, and his finger pushing into him.

Jou gasped, a low moan rolling off his lips as he tilted his head more, then moved his arms so that he was holding tightly to Seto's upper body. He rolled them slightly so that he was on the bottom, a more comfortable position. He was still horribly tense, but he was trying his hardest to relax to Seto's touches.

Believing he was relaxed enough, and also because he was a bit impatient, he added a second finger, moving it in time with the other. He knew that Jou would be in pain with this, but he was searching. He angled this way and that, trying to find where the most pleasured spot in his body would be. It was easy. Everyone's was different, but at least with his middle finger, he could push into him deeper, search him, and stretch him wider a bit quicker... If only Jou would relax.

Jou whimpered as his body tensed even further, clamping down on Seto's fingers. A low cry of pain escaped him, and he squeezed his eyes shut, allowing a tear to slide down his pale cheek. 'R-relax... R-relax...' He repeated in his head, whimpering pitifully.

Seto kissed the tear away, raining kisses over his face, mouth and neck, whispering in his ears. "Shh... It's alright... I'm not him... Please relax.... I don't want to hurt you..." They were barely above a whisper, but he made them loud enough for the blonde to hear.

After a moment, Jou opened his eyes, then paused. If he looked at Seto while he relaxed, it worked out okay. He not only knew, but SAW that it was not his father. Something about that reassurance made him feel that it would be alright, and despite the pain and the still-evident fear, he calmed down slightly. The more he was aware that it was Seto, the less it seemed to hurt.

Seto looked back into his eyes, holding his gaze as he felt him open up a bit more, enough for him to fit a third finger in. 'That's it!' he thought to the boy, though he doubted he could hear him. 'Open up, just for me... It's me!' He tried to take away Jou's pain by distracting him, keeping him busy with his eyes and mouth, kissing his nose and lips, fingers continuously working to find a place that would make Jou scream out.

Jou moaned lightly from the slight twinge of pain, though as he stared into Seto's eyes, he did not tense again. His body wanted to reject the intrusion, but he continuously reminded himself that he wanted to be one with Seto, to be with him forever, and that this was the only way. He wasn't prepared for Seto's fingers to brush something inside him that made his body arch and his voice work on its own. He cried out, throwing his head back slightly. With wide eyes, he stared up at Seto, a shaky question on his lips. "Wh-what was...?"

The vampire smirked at Jou's reaction, pausing in his strokes. Finally.... "What?" he asked, his voice low and thick with passion. "You mean this?" With an emphasis on "this", he plunged into the spot that had Jou quivering, his memory quite accurate.

Jou cried out again, only this time louder as he arched again, a tremble of pleasure jolting him. His legs were shaking, and his eyes were closed halfway. He couldn't make a verbal answer, but he did manage a nod as he drew shaky breaths.

The smirk widened. He didn't say anything either, and he continue to push his three fingers into him, hitting that same spot over and over again. He was sure that now, Jou would be pretty loose because of his passionate cries, but Seto just wanted to tease for a bit longer....

Jou continued to moan and cry out at his ministrations, bending his legs at the knees, so that the sides of his legs brushed Seto's hips. His hands fell away from Seto's body, instead gripping at the blankets around him. "Nn...!" He tried speaking, but all that came out was another strangled noise of pleasure.

Finally having pity on the blonde, he removed his slippery finger from inside Jou. Not caring if it felt odd, he put that hand on his hip, while he brought Jou in for a deep kiss with the other. Now, the only thing to do was to go in, for both body and blood... and whatever happened, he would be held accountable... For some random moment, just for a fleeting moment, before it turned back to disappear into his muddle mind, he wondered if this was what his sire had gone through, just to turn him... Of course, his sire was a crazed blonde with Egypt's past burned into his back, and was a fellow thief with Bakura, but he had no idea where he was now....

But this wasn't him! This was Jou! Jou is the only thing that should be on his mind. And it was only for a second, and nanosecond compared to how long he'd lived, that he wondered, pondered, on where others like himself might be, creating havoc, or turning people left and right into vampires....

Pushing his tongue inside Jou's hot, wet mouth, he settle in between Jou's milky thighs, his tip brushing the boy's tight ring of flesh that lead into sweet, tight bliss. He made sure to open his eyes, trying to keep contact with Jou as he kissed away all of his moans and grunts. A question was in his eyes, something he couldn't voice because his mouth was a bit too busy. "Ready?"

Jou shivered at the sensations, his body trembling forcefully with anticipation. He gave in to the kiss with lidded eyes, before dazedly looking up at the vampire. His mind registered what was about to happen, and shockingly, he felt no fear, no impending pain, and no regret. He took a deep breath, then nodded, running one smooth hand up Seto's muscled and slightly sweaty arm. He stopped at the muscle of the upper arm, where he stroked the skin lightly.

"Make me yours..." He whispered huskily, voice steady. "And be mine."

Nodding, he fulfilled the boy's pleas and, in one swift motion, he moved forward, slowly embedding himself into Jou's warmth. He nearly cried out as pleasure flowed over him, being wrapped around with Jou's tightness. Ra, he felt like plunging into him, ravenously pounding into him, then chew and suck out his blood in an animalistic sort of sense. But he quelled those urges, the ones the vampiric part of him so desperately wanted... He pushed in until he was buried to the hilt, letting Jou's voice wash over him in delicious revelry.

Jou cried out sharply, arching his body. His inner walls immediately clamped down on Seto's hard length, surrounding him with heat and wet muscle. Jou was sent into a shock-like state, having never before known that being taken could feel so right, so completing and satisfying. His legs found their way around Seto's waist, pulling him closer as his fingers dug into the sheets of the bed, as well as Seto's arm. His eyes squeezed shut, a reflexive tear sliding down his cheek, though he felt little to no pain.

As Jou closed his eyes, Seto let his head bend down to his neck, nuzzling it as he started to move, slowly backing out until his was almost out, then slamming back into that plush, awaiting orifice. The urge to bite Jou now was overwhelming, and he could control his mouth as he clamped down at the juncture, fangs piercing the skin, and hot, warm crimson fluid flooding into his mouth. He savored its sweet taste, mixed contradictingly with a coppery dash to it. His mind was mostly on the blood, but that didn't mean he was ignoring Jou's body. Absentmindedly finding a good rhythm right away, he sucked in time with his pumping, slow and steadily getting faster....

Jou moaned all the while, wrapping his arms tightly around Seto's upper body. He began to rock back against him, making each thrust more forceful. Every other thrust, Seto would hit that spot inside him that sent the stars spiraling through his vision, and he would cry out louder than before, digging his nails into Seto's sweaty back. His neck also tilted to give Seto better access, blood rushing to the wound from not only his movements, but his excitement as well.

Seto sucked harder at the reddening flesh, the blood beginning to slow its flow. Hands traveling to the boy's hips, he bit his own tongue, sealing the wounds on the next. Oh, but he was far from finished. As his fangs withdrew from the now sealed wounds, he kissed his way to the other side of the pulsing neck. Without hesitation, he tore into the flesh, the blood's rush into his mouth giving him a utopia feeling, sating still his hunger. His hips jolted against Jou's, creating wonderful friction that temporarily relieved the fiery tension they held. Despite his attempts to hold back on some of his desires, he could not help but slam into the beautiful body beneath him, blood escaping the hold of his lips and dripping down the pale shoulder and onto the bed's white sheet.

Moaning and thrusting back, Jou began to tiredly plea for more, his body tightening with every thrust, only to stretch again when Seto thrust back in. He felt so whole, so utterly complete as Seto's engorged length filled him, penetrating his deepest caverns. He was only numbly aware when Seto switched sides on his neck, and when he did fully realize it, he could have cared less. All he knew was that Seto had claimed him, was still claiming him, and nothing had ever felt better in his entire life.

He could feel himself getting close, now, the constant friction taking it's toll on him as he pounded into Jou's willing and pliant body. He could also tell that Jou was beginning to feel weak from the loss of blood. Good, everything was going smoothly. Hands guiding Jou's hips onto his, he attempted to clean the trail of blood off his shoulder, but he only succeeded in making a bigger mess, blood smearing over his shoulder and neck. Oh well... They would take a shower after this...

For no reason Jou could explain, he suddenly felt himself slipping over the edge with need. He was given a burst of unnatural strength, which he used to roll them over, and he sat up, rocking his hips forward to recreate the friction. His slender body continued to move on Seto's, riding him hard and fast as his strength wore off. He lowered his upper body to brush Seto's, hunger in his eyes.

Blood still on and around his lips, he grabbed Jou's hair, pulling him down to lick a trail up his throat, stopping just under his chin as he met Jou's lower body movements of his own. He nipped at his flesh, drawing more blood, but at a bit slower flow. He began to lap up the blood that covered his neck as well, not wanting any of good blood to go to waste. He was mildly surprised that Jou had the strength to turn them around, but he was beginning to like the position very much...

Jou moaned, rocking his lower body forward again, and arching so that his chest touched Seto's, but his neck flit just out of reach. A coy smile found his face, and he leaned down again, kissing Seto hungrily and tasting his own blood on the vampire's lips.

Growling in frustration and impatience, Seto purposely bit his tongue as Jou kissed his lips, then pushed into the succulent mouth, gently urging Jou to take some of the blood that flowed slowly out of the wound's opening. He also put a hand on the back of his neck, keeping him from any possible escape.

Jou couldn't hold back his loud moan as he began to suckle Seto's tongue, but as little to no blood made it to his mouth, he growled, biting down sharply on Seto's lower lip. Blood began to flow into his mouth faster, and he gave a satisfied purr. Almost like a starved animal, he began to suck the blood from the lip, rocking his body harder and faster in need.

Seto cried out as Jou's surprisingly sharp teeth punctured his lip. Not that it hurt... Heck, it turned him on. He had no idea Jou would be this wild thing in bed.

Jou continued to suck away contentedly, his body growing tighter and tighter as he approached his climax. Thoughts swam through his head so fast that he wasn't even aware he was having them.

Jou was slamming hard, now. His length was just about ready to burst, now, from Jou's deep caverns, to the blood flowing from his lip, he could feel each initiation to his climax. He could feel himself growing large with unsent seed, waiting for the right moment to spray past the blonde's tight opening, into the small and sweat-soaked body.

Jou would have thrown his head back and arched more violently, had Seto's hand not been on the back of his neck, holding him in place, but since he couldn't move too much, he simply screamed against Seto's mouth, body tensing as he began to climax, the tense knot in his stomach slowly and forcefully unwinding.

Seto kept screwing him senseless as Jou orgasmed, feeling himself on the verge, ready to pop... The muscles of Jou's buttocks clamping down on him, hard and roughly, was all that he really needed before he started pouring a white river into his love. He didn't match his lover's scream, but he had one of his own, and for him, it was pretty high.

Several moments later, Jou went lax on top of Seto's body, too weak from his release and the blood loss. He could feel warm liquid entering his body, as well as some splattered against their abdomens. But he was simply too tired to do or say anything about it, so he rested his head against Seto's shoulder, moaning softly.

*****Lemon's over! La la la... Oh, and all you kids: ...You read it, didn't you? -_-*****

Seto, however, could not simply lie around. It wouldn't be too long until Jou's body started feeling the strain of his body dieing, becoming decayed and nothing but a contradiction, walking living corpse, burned by the sun's heat, and paled my the moon's cold glow. But he would be there for him. He said he would, so he had to.

Jou shivered, nuzzling Seto's shoulder as he basked in the afterglow. He knew he would begin to change soon, and all he wanted was for Seto to hold him, to be with him, until and throughout the process.

Sighing, the vampire thought about what was to happen, how Jou might go on through the change, what he might think at the instant of a very brief death, only to be brought back to a limited second life. Although immortal age-wise, time unending, there were still ways to kill his kin. And then there are ways that people think up in legends that are completely obscured! Daylight, yes, was too hot for their bodies to handle, the same with fire. He had first found that out when his little brother was burned alive, and when he began his whole "What the hell is wrong with me" investigation. Stakes didn't not work, for his heart, though it still beat, was not alive with his own blood. To actually kill a vampire's heart, you needed to burn all the other heart the vampire drank from, including a fellow creature like himself. Crosses never burned. He actually wore one from time to time, in remembrance of his brother... He loved the smell of garlic, and holy water felt just like regular water to him....

His hands absentmindedly rubbed over Jou's backside as he thought, hoping for Jou to feel one more touch when he was alive, his own touch, the last touch he'd be able to feel.. Or maybe one more glimpse of the day before the sun set into forever night?

Jou's eyes opened, and he looked up at Seto, his body drained and weak. He moved, with what little strength he had, to lie beside the vampire, covering them with the blanket. His eyes filled with tears, and a small smile touched his blood-tinted lips. "So this is it..." He murmured weakly. "No more wakin' up with the sun... No more livin' in the world of day..."

For some reason, he began to feel a slight regret. It had nothing to do with Seto, or with being together forever, but more like the weight of his decision finally decided to make itself known, plaguing his mind. He would never again sit on the beach with his friends on a hot summer day, letting the sun's warm kisses cover his body. He would never again know what it felt like to go to school with kids his age during the day, falling asleep in class and being nagged by teachers. He could never go back, never turn around, and now that he had made that decision, he felt fear. The finality was all too evident, reminding him that there was no going back. He had made his choice, and there was no such thing as a second chance in this case.

He could already feel his body weakening further, his mind slowing in thought. His hand, which had been resting on Seto's chest, trembled lightly.

Seto grasp the trembling hand in his own cold one, squeezing it as he saw realization dawn on Jou's pained face. Ra, what had he done? He had just destroyed the life of the person he cared most for. He backed away slightly, yet he still held the hand. Jou never really thought about this, did he? He just wanted to be with me forever, so irrational was the moment, he actually believed him. Not turning back, he watched as Jou trembled in pain, almost making him tremble as well, just from the sight of it. He couldn't do a thing as he watch the blonde undergo the change....

*****

Somewhere, on the couch specifically, in the living room, a tri-colored haired pharaoh and a white-haired thief looked up at the room of the current happenings, sensing something... change.

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Sky: Mwaaaahaha! R/R! Or you'll never know what happens next! ::is hit by a cross-town bus:: DAGNABIT!