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Save Me	By : AnonymousTigress Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4814 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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smint45: It’s nice to have a regular reviewer. I guess he is a little OOC. Oh well! J Lol Oh, I can assure you it’s going to be an interesting reaction when Joey finds out.
Disclaimer: I write fan fics. This topic is Yu-Gi-Oh. I don’t own it or profit from it. J
His eyes were partially open this time, but his vision was still horrible. He closed his eyes with a groan. He startled when a cold washcloth was placed over his forehead and eyes. He murmured a small bit of gratitude before rolling onto his side.
The other person sighed and leaned over him to adjust the washcloth. He felt the person shift in his seated position on the bed beside him. A hand started to rub large circles over his back. Apparently, at some point, the male had saw fit to put a shirt on him.
He hated it. The circles bunched his shirt up and made the shirt itchy on his skin. But he didn’t want the hand to stop. So he didn’t say anything.
“He’s still running a fever?”
“Yes. The cool bath did nothing for him. Neither did the medicine I gave him yesterday morning.”
“Perhaps it would be best to contact someone. An expert.”
The hand stopped on one of his shoulder blades for a moment before continuing its circular motion. It stilled again when he let out a whimper and wiggled on the bed. The itch finally got to him.
He started to panic when the hand ran down his back to his waist, but sighed when it slid in between his bare skin and the shirt. It felt so much better having that strong hand rub circles into the bare skin of his back. He mumbled another piece of gratitude.
He knew the man had heard him when the hand grew a little rougher at the base of his spine. He let out a groan of appreciation. His back still really hurt.
The person had to have been a mind-reader. The man pushed himself further up onto the bed and pulled him up into a sitting position. His head lolled onto his shoulder and the washcloth fell onto his lap. Through his blurred vision, he could make out a few strands of dark-colored hair.
The person reached down to retrieve the washcloth which he handed to the mysterious other person. He pulled the shirt up and carefully maneuvered it up off his head.
“Put that in the laundry.”
He was laid down gently and rolled onto his stomach. He could feel the person sitting beside him shift so that their knees barely touched his side.
“You’re right.”
He jumped when a cold glob of something dropped onto the center of his back. It smelled like peaches. He whimpered. What was he doing to him now? Hadn’t he suffered enough?
He groaned when the hands started to rub the glob of whatever into his back. This guy was a master! He knew all the right spots to hit. The hands were taking all the tension and soreness out of his back.
“Should I call someone?”
The hands paused for a moment before continuing their skillful dance across his back.
“Yes. Call Kya. Tell her I need to see her.”
“And if she should refuse?”
He yelped when the hands pressed down too hard on a regularly bruised area. His hands gripped the sheets tightly. He was surprised when the man reached over to murmur an apology in his ear. He nodded his head weakly in acceptance. A small kiss was placed on his cheek before the man leaned back and resumed the gentle back rub.
“Remind Kya that she owes me a favor.”
“Of course.”
His head was already turned towards the door. Between the hair in his face and his blurry vision, he was able to see a blurry figure exit out through a door.
He closed his eyes, too exhausted to keep them open. He moaned as a sign of appreciation. The person released a small chuckle. This guy liked to laugh when he was around him.
“Silly mutt,” he murmured.
He probably surprised the guy when he rolled away from his heavenly touch and curled into a ball. He flinched when the man curled up right behind him. One arm slipped underneath his head to act as a pillow while the other slipped around his chest. The arm under his head curled inward so it could sweep his hair out of his face. The heat of his chest against his back caused him to gasp.
“What’s the matter, mutt?” the voice whispered.
His hand suddenly shot up to grab the hand in his hair. He used his grip to pull the hand down and shifted his hand around so he could hold it to his face. It was probably uncomfortable for the other what with the abrupt movement of his arm.
“ ‘m not a mutt,” he murmured.
He felt the other tense up. He took the other’s hand in both hands. He didn’t need his eyes open to tell him that the hand was a little bigger than his. He felt the other move closer and lean up on his free hand.
He curled more in on himself. He could feel the man staring a hole into him. He turned his head to hide it further into the man’s arm when he leaned down over him.
The man leaned his head against the side of his head and his lips ghosted over his ear. It sent chills down his spine.
“The person that hurt you. Do they call you mutt?”
His bottom lip quivered. He squeezed the hand in his grip before nodding his head.
“Yes.”
He squeezed his eyes closed even tighter. He escaped into the recess of his mind.

/……/

Why did I tell him that?
He saved me from dying on that park bench and probably being found by some kid the next morning. He has healed and cleaned my cuts. He has cared for me.
He has every right to call me mutt.
Wait. He’s moving me again. …hmm? ……oh!

/……/

He gasped. His body was moved so he lay on his back. The other male lay on top of him with his fingers interlocked through both his hands. They were resting on the pillow on either side of his head.
The man’s mouth latched onto the same side of his neck he had been bitten so many times before. He understood (at least partially) why when he felt the tremors in his body slow down.
His confused mind figured that he must have started trembling after he had answered the question. This was the longest he could remember staying conscious while in the man’s presence.
He felt a warm sensation filter through his body. It stemmed from his neck where the man was gently sucking. He thought he felt something wet trickle down his neck. He pushed it aside mentally. It probably was just saliva or something.
Besides who would object to such a feeling that sent wonderful tingles through their body? Not him, that’s for sure. He didn’t notice that his tremors had completely stopped.
However, he did whimper in protest when the mouth released his neck. A hot tongue lapped up the wet trail down the side of his neck and swiped over the bite mark a few times. The man leaned further up onto his body, making sure to hold his body up to prevent pinning his body down too hard.
The voice shushed him before whispering in his ear.
“Shh. You’re okay. I won’t call you…that again.”
He squeezed the hands that still held down his own. The exhaustion was setting in again, but he wanted to say something before he went out again.
“Promise?”
He felt a smile skim the side of his face.
“Promise.”

/……/

He looked down at the sleeping figure resting on his lap. Wheeler was much easier to handle when he was asleep. Seto shook his head silently as he ran a hand through the soft blonde hair. It had been quite the surprise to find that (a) his rival’s hair was soft as silk and (b) a simple hand run through it turned him into mush.
He let out a stray chuckle as he ran his index finger down the side of Wheeler’s neck. Over the spot he had had bitten. Before four nights ago, he would have never paid the loudmouth blonde so much attention. He had his brother to blame, for that.
Mokuba was the reason he had been out that night with Roland. The air had brought the blonde’s scent to him and he had been unable to ignore the powerful smell. He couldn’t forget the memory of the blonde dying in his arms in the limo; Joey coughing up blood and gasping for air.
The CEO didn’t know what had been going through his mind when he sunk his teeth into the blonde’s neck. At the time, he hadn’t cared about the consequences. He just knew that if the blonde were to die when he could have done something to prevent it, Mokuba would have had a fit.
Now it was turning into more of a hindrance than a gift of survival. Ever since he had brought the younger teen back to his mansion, the poor mortal had suffered from a high fever and back pain. Many times Wheeler had drifted in and out of consciousness. Most recently, Wheeler had been a little more aware of his surroundings, even going so far as to answer some questions of his. It also seemed the boy either didn’t recognize who held him or did and didn’t care. He believed it was more the former.
But the one question still remained. Who had beaten Wheeler to the point of killing him? Even in his half-beaten, semi-conscious state, Wheeler had refused to reveal the name of his attacker.
Seto growled angrily, eliciting a small whimper from Wheeler when he gripped his hair roughly. Looking down, he loosened his grip and leaned down to press a kiss on the area he had tugged on. He watched as a small, barely noticeable smile flitted across the blonde’s face.
He smirked while leaning back against the headboard. He ran his head down the mortal’s head and partially under the covers. He raked his nails gently down his back, causing the boy to let out a throaty groan.
Seto loved how responsive the blonde was to his touch. He supposed it might be due to their connection, but it was wonderful all the same. He had gotten a small taste of it in the bathtub when Wheeler had reacted to his light, innocent touches. It had been hard to resist the urge to touch him more intimately.
He hadn’t intended to touch the blonde below the belt again, but touching his hair had caused quite a reaction. He knew the blonde had realized his hands were bandaged and wouldn’t be able to take care of his problem. So Seto had taken it upon himself to take care of it for him.
Oh, and what a delight it had been. His groans had been a chorus to his ears and the taste of his skin was addictive. He couldn’t get enough of him and had worked him over with an expert hand.
When the blonde climaxed, his head had bowed back, resting it against Seto’s shoulder. The blonde had come so beautifully that he just knew there was no way anyone had gotten the blonde off before him. That thought alone had brought him over the edge, too.
Seto drew in a deep breath and let it out. It wouldn’t do for him to get himself worked up while the blonde’s head was resting on his thigh.
The brunette lifted his head and tilted it to the side. After a moment, he smirked.
“That was fast.”
A giggle echoed through the air.
“Well, I suppose it helps that I happened to be in the country when Roland called.”
Seto’s gaze shifted. His eyes darted, not to the door, but the opposite end of the room. Perched on a desk with her back leaning against the wall was a young woman.
Her light blonde hair was almost completely white and flowed down to her chest. Her surprisingly amber-colored eyes twinkled at him as she smirked. She wore a light-colored shirt with the sleeves rolled up past the elbow and a dark-colored scarf tied loosely under the collar of her shirt. Her jeans and the fedora she wore on her head were both in dark colors as well.
“So I suppose the blonde drooling on you is the reason I find myself here,” she said.
Seto glanced down. The blonde’s mouth was closed. No drool.
“You’re so easy, Seto.”
Seto wasn’t surprised when he looked up to find the woman standing next to the bed. She was looking down at the blonde curiously.
“Always a pleasure to see you, Kya,” Seto said
Kya chuckled as she reached up to pat him on the cheek like one would a child. He gave her a dirty look for the implication. She winked at him playfully before a confused glaze fell over her eyes.
She glanced down at the sleeping blonde whom she stared at. Then her gaze shot back up to Seto’s face. She opened her mouth, but Seto’s free hand clamped over it. Now it was her turn to shoot him an ugly look.
He murmured something quietly to her before bringing his hand down. Seto turned his gaze downwards as he shifted and maneuvered Wheeler’s head off his leg. He stood from his bed to stand in the space Kya had been standing in just a moment ago.
Seto pulled his wounded puppy up so his head lay on a pillow. He pulled the sheets and comforter up. He wouldn’t want the poor blonde to get cold.
For once, he was grateful to have slipped on a pair of sleeping pants on before lying down with the blonde. He knew Kya wouldn’t appreciate him stepping out in the hall with nothing on. After all, the blonde was staying in a guest room and his clothes were in his room.
He smoothed a hand through the soft blonde hair before making his way slowly across the room. When he stepped outside, he made sure to close the door with a quiet click. When he turned back around, Kya was standing against the opposite wall with her arms crossed over her chest.
[Do you know what you’ve done?]
To the untrained ear, the language spilling from Kya’s mouth sounded archaic and demon-like. To Seto, it was familiar and pleasant to the ear.
[I did what was necessary.]
Kya glared as she pushed herself off the wall and slowly approached the taller male.
[You are a fool, Seto Kaiba. What possible reason could you have?] Kya spat.
Seto growled at her. In less than a blink of an eye, Seto had a hand grasping her throat. He swept his thumb under her chin and lifted it so she was looking up at him.
[He was dying. Blood filled his mouth. There was an internal injury to his lungs. There was no time.] Seto snarled.
Despite the bruising grip on her throat, Kya spoke.
[I understand. But I don’t know what I can do for him.]
Seto frowned while loosening his grip.
[You’re the same.]
Kya shook her head. This time, when she spoke, her voice was softer, gentler.
[It may seem that way, but we’re not. Our situations are different and you know it.] Pause. [What could I possible do for him?]
Seto brought his hand down to rest on Kya’s shoulder.
[Please.]
Kya’s eyebrows shot up. She couldn’t recall Seto Kaiba ever saying please. Kya closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she didn’t miss the small flash of concern in the azure eyes.
“Does he know?” Kya asked.
Seto shook his head. Kya let out a low whistle.
“I’ll stay a few days. We’ll see just how similar your mutt and I are. For now, I wish to rest. We’ll finish this conversation later,” Kya replied.
Seto blinked. Kya was now halfway down the hall. She stood at one of the many doors with her hand on the doorknob.
“Don’t call him that.”
The sentence was spoken in a soft murmur. Kya turned her head towards him.
“I figured this was the mutt you’d mentioned in your letters. You never mentioned him by his given name, though,” Kya replied, in an equally quiet voice.
A corner of his mouth twitched before he turned to go to his own room. He stopped halfway down the hall and turned to face halfway to the female.
“Joey Wheeler.”
Kya smiled and nodded her head.
“Joey it is, then.”

AN: Ha ha! New record for chapters in this story. Over 2,500 words! Most of my stories center around an original character, but this one I’m trying to give minimal time on that center stage. You’ll learn her importance in the next chapter or the one after it. J
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