Zelan
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“Seriously? Ya want me to be your bloodbag bitch?”
Kaiba winces, his eyes flickering nervously towards the door, though of course it remains firmly shut. “If you want to call yourself that, then… yes, I suppose.”
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Katsuya's chance encounter blooms into a long-term arrangement.
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- Part 2 of Bleeding Heart
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Jounouchi sits on the couch next to Seto, one big hand cupping the back of his neck. “Here.” He pulls down the collar of his shirt to expose his clavicle, then tilts his head, baring his neck for Seto. The skin is ruddy and flushed with life, and dappled with light freckles that Seto would never have seen if he weren’t looking so close. He can see Jounouchi’s pulse jumping just beneath the skin, flickering invitingly like a ruby red neon sign in the dark.
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A desperately bloodthirsty Seto finds himself in a difficult position, and an unlikely savior - as a matter of fact, the last savior he'd ever wanted - steps in.
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- Part 1 of Bleeding Heart
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Joey and Seto have been happily together for six years. But when Joey stumbles into a chance meeting with Rex Raptor, he finds he gets along far better with the guy than he'd ever expected. His growing feelings for Rex become too heavy to bear, and raise uncertainties about his relationship with Seto. When everything comes to the surface, how will Joey and Seto weather the emotional storm?
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alternatively; Joey has been experiencing limerence for most of his life but he has no idea what the fuck that is, and he still doesn't know what it's called by the end of the fic
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Katsuya pays his girlfriend a visit on her first day back at work since transitioning.
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Cool hands come to rest at either side of Seto’s weary face. Calloused thumbs sweep slowly across his cheekbones, as if wiping away phantom tears, and Seto can’t help releasing a shaky sigh. Normally, Seto basks in the heat that leaches from Joey’s body like a lizard on a rock; now, his partner’s skin feels blessedly cold against the flush of his face.