Yeah...no.

Ownage?: Again, yeah...no.

Wish I did?: Again, yeah...no.

Wish I had influence on the mangaka so I could make a lot of the gay couples cannon: Again, yeah...well, actually, yeah I do.

Seto Kaiba and his little brother, Mokuba, the Dragon King and the Dragon Prince, stood staring at the so called 'Wolf Prince' the king was offering him.

He had shaggy blond hair, an obviously very good looking, toned, tight, lithe body under the baggy, long-sleeved shirt and tight worn-leather pants that covered his small, obviously neglected frame, sunflower-honey eyes and nice golden tan skin as well as a cocky, this-is-bullshit attitude. His arms were crossed defiantly across his chest and his eyes narrow, not only at Seto, but the fitless Wolf King as well.

Seto was here in order to make a...truce, he supposed, so that Mages, humans, and gypsies could travel and trade goods of the different people in each others' territories. The Wolf-Demons and the Dragons hadn't been on good terms for centuries and apparently the new king of the Wolves, Maximillion Pegasus, was trying to mend that by offering the truce and this 'prince', but obviously knew his plan was failing miserably.

He was even face-palming.

The so called prince was definitely not a prince. So, it was either that the king had no children or he was very protective of them; Seto and Mokuba were going for the latter. A Wolf of age that didn't mate was rare, a Wolf King...it was even more unlikely.

"Please, Katsuya, behave," the king moaned, defeated.

"Shut it, Ol' Man. I don' even wanna be 'ere an' ya just tink ya can come an' take meh an' make meh do dis?" The blond hissed, glaring fully at the king. Seto had to admit he was impressed: a peasant standing up to a king was rare and in a way it was exciting. And the thick, angry accent that the boy had sent tingles up Seto rectilinear spine. They were odd, but not unpleasant; Seto even thought that hearing the dangerous, loose accent in a more private setting would make the familiar tingles of arousal even more enjoyable. "Tink again."

"Don't talk with that ridiculous impediment-I've given you plenty of classes to-"

"'Imped'men' ' me ass! An' don' tink I won' keel ya when ya ain't lookin'! I'll-" Katsuya shouted, outraged, toward the king.

"I'll sign the truce, and take him."

"-open yer mese'taries an' allow de ants an' ra's ta fight ta feast upon de-...Whoit?"

Pegasus shot straight up in his chair with a charming smile. He hadn't expected two good things to come out of this. He figured if he pushed Katsuya Jounouchi, the only peasant in the world that could so easily escape his guards and stand up to him and was truly a mutt, the Dragon King would be so desperate not to have the mutt that he'd sign the truce, but leave the blond here, but, no, he was also taking the blond.

Things couldn't go better.

"Big Brother!" Mokuba hissed, pulling Seto down so he could whisper in the brunette's ear, "What are you doing!"

Seto just pat Mokuba's messy black hair and looked dominantly over to the blond, whose face had turned red and dark with anger. He couldn't help himself, the blond wolf had more fire soul than a dragon and it was enticing. Never had Seto seen anyone like that; someone not afraid to go against anyone who could easily kill them. All of the others he'd met and those who tried to court him always had a smell twinged with fear.

This blond's smell was mixed with embarrassment, anger, hate, surprise, but not fear.

It excited him.

"Don't worry about it, Mokuba," he said and walked up to the Wolf King on his throne.

"Y-ya don' wan' meh!" Katsuya said, throwing his hands above his head in tight fists, "I ain't ev'n a fu' wolf!"

Seto would have usually snapped at the insult that someone had thought him stupid enough to believe such a trick that he might have been a full Wolf, but it was already so obvious the blond wasn't royalty that Seto let it slide, "I know."

Mokuba looked up him surprised as well as Pegasus. Katsuya looked surprised also, but his arms dropped limply to his sides and he gaped opened mouthed at the brunette king like he was insane.

Seto ignored them all, signing the truce and turning around. He looked triumphant as he smirked down at his brother and new possession. Katsuya, figuring out he'd lost the fight to dissuade the Dragon King to accept the truce, turned himself and ran. There was no way he was going with a dragon anywhere!

The guards immediate jump on him and he dodged and fought back against each and every one of them with a wolf's agility and speed. They were easy since there were only four and he got away from them fast, leaving them in his dust as he raced to the door.

Seto smiled at the rather good attempt to escape, impressed such a small figure could take on such strong big ones. Wolves were best at hand to hand combat, quick, strong, agile, and hard to defeat, but this half-breed got past them with no problem; no easy feat. Seto felt he'd gotten the better part of the deal as he took hold of his Fire Magic and blocked the door with it before Katsuya had reached it. Katsuya kept running to it as if the fire didn't bother him, then looked as if he remembered something, like fire was dangerous or something, and stopped.

The desperate puppy eyes being sent by Katsuya easily defeated Seto's little brother's—which was no easy feat again—imprinted upon Seto in a very particular, erotic way. He wanted to see those eyes looking up at him as Seto devoured the beast whole. Katsuya may not have been a full Wolf-Demon, but he sure let out pheromones to Seto like one in heat!

"Seto—Earth to dearest big-brother! You need to stop undressing him with your eyes! You keep setting his clothes on fire!" Mokuba said, waving his hand frantically in front of Seto's blank face. "You're going to hurt him!"

Seto came back to earth, noting that Katsuya's clothes were indeed on fire and the mutt was patting them out angrily every time little flames spouted.

"Oh, please, King Kaiba, be careful, he may be a half-breed but he's not dragon. Fire will hurt him," King Pegasus lackadaisically commented, flicking his wrist gaily.

"So will his stupidity," Seto followed, motioning Mokuba as he descended down the throne's steps and towards the rowdy mutt. Katsuya only stood there because he obviously wasn't going to get out of this, this time, with the fire still blocking the door and everything.

"Oh, King Kaiba, another present for you—Kis, if you will?" Pegasus called out. One of the guards walked forward with a wooden box and opened it for Seto, showing a dog collar and leash. "Not even Katsuya, there, has been able to get out of this one."

Seto lifted his one brow in the way that made Mokuba smack him for being so arrogant about being able to do it. Katsuya looked throughout the room like the world was dead to him. He hated that collar, and it wasn't that he couldn't get out of it, it's just he hadn't been able to figure out how yet. He'd only been forced to wear in once while he was alone for about five minutes and he wasn't going to show anyone how he managed to break himself free of them.

That'd be just plain stupid.

Seto's fingers wrapped around the collar and leash. They were made of an odd, dense leather and a very detailed lock. It certainly looked hard to break out of. He only wondered where the key was. "Where's the key?"

"H-here, Your Highness!" The guard stumbled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a decorative key. Seto took it and handed it to Mokuba for safe keeping.

"Now," Pegasus explained, "that collar is Charmed to make the wearer listen to whatever the person who put it on him says. It works, I've used it on Katsuya a few times, making him beg at my feet and fetch me this or that. The Charmed is a charm."

Interesting, yes, but also a bit overboard, Seto thought, placing it around the neck of the frigid blond. Immediately the blond fought with Seto, not allowing him to put it on, but Seto yanked it locked and he saw the light from the spell set into place even as Katsuya struggled with it against his neck.

"Stop," Seto commanded. Katsuya stopped, reluctantly for sure since his hands were still tightly grasped around the leather. He looked defiantly at the brunette and vengefully towards the man on the throne. Seto noted the Charm worked and dispelled the fire.

"Oh, Katsuya, no hard feelings," Pegasus said only to have Katsuya spit on the floor. The Wolf King grimaced at Katsuya's violent display and felt overly thankful Seto had opted to take him. For sure the mutt would get his misdoings back upon him full force with sleepless, hurtful night with the outwardly interested King Kaiba. "But think of the good you're doing for your territory."

Katsuya growled at him and resisted the urge to go at the King's throat. He looked at the Dragon King and the Prince and felt a little more comfortable that he was going with them despite the circumstances. They had to be better then Pegasus, at least if the Dragon King slapped his ass he wouldn't feel like he was being molested by a pedophile. Seto was actually quite handsome with his square cut jaw and passion-filled, cold-acting, blue eyes. And the way that his brown hair slipped over his eyes...

Katsuya blushed and gritted his teeth. He didn't miss the prince watching him, taking him in and positioning him in the castle. No, Katsuya was aware of Mokuba innocently placing him beside his brother, as well as the guards oogling his ass—the horny beasts—and the happy glint in his ex-king's eyes. The happiness made him shift. The Wolf King was planning something and it bothered him not to know what; especially since he was going to be on the other side.

Katsuya shivered and dropped his arms to wrap around himself. The collar was slowly draining the magic from him, leaving him empty and cold. He'd feel weak for the next two days until he got used to not having magic warm him. He felt unprotected even with his fighting skills. He felt open.

Softly he tugged at the collar again and let out a pathetic little bleat.

Seto walked to Pegasus to shake his hand and give a formal good-bye and Mokuba walked over to Katsuya. He watched the light in the blond's eyes fade and him continue to gently yank at the collar. He felt bad, obviously the collar did more than make the wearer listen and Mokuba was a hundred percent sure he didn't like it.

"I'll unlock you, if you promise to be good and not run away," the prince said. "And promise to give back the key."

Katsuya turned his head in surprise and looked at the prince. Processing what the boy had said, he thought it over, slightly surprised the younger one was trusting him so much when he'd already tried to run. He could say yes and run anyways, but remembering he couldn't publicly fight fire and come out safe, he decided saying yes and meaning it was the safest way to go. He nodded and Mokuba slipped him the key. Putting his hand up to the collar like he struggling against it again, he unlocked it, feeling the magic return to him.

He gasped, feeling like he was breathing for the first time again and relaxed. Promptly, he slipped Mokuba back the key. The small boy patted his back and Katsuya felt himself already bonding with the child, which made his face twist in a funny way. Mokuba chuckled and when Seto called on him he bowed and grabbed Katsuya's hand leading him out of the room.

Seto watched the boy excitedly leave with the blond. He felt unsure if he should leave the half-wolf with his little brother. Pegasus made a comment not to, but he remembered the confused looked Katsuya had made to himself before Mokuba led him away and decided it was okay...for now. Mokuba knew how to use fire, he'd do just fine.

"King Kaiba," Pegasus called out as Seto got to the door, "You don't know how much this is appreciated, and I know you thought about this for a few months. I will not let you regret it. And I hope you are careful and enjoy Katsuya. Sorry about lying to you about him also, but you see, my children are not just mine and since he was an orphan..."

Seto frowned but nodded his head, turning on his way.

"And one more thing!" Seto turned to smiling Pegasus, "Katsuya is very tricky and tends to sneak into the fridge at night; keep well stocked or fear starving. He likes to eat."

Seto figured it was probably from the lack of food the boy got on the streets: he'd learned to steal and ate what he could. Seto didn't mind, dragons ate a lot themselves. But he turned around and finally left the room that was suffocated with the gaily wolf's presence.

-.-.-.-.-

"Your heavy accent's gone!" Mokuba exclaimed.

"Yeah, I only really talk wit' it when I get real mad. Or when my drink gets spiked." Katsuya said, strapping on Mokuba's side pack the blackette usually carried tightly in his front claws while traveling in his dragon form.

Mokuba smiled, naked as the day he was born, and closed his eyes. "Okay," he warned, "Stand back. I'm gonna change!"

Katsuya ran a few good meters away, knowing how big Dragons could be, and Mokuba closed his eyes and started chanting. Markings and flames licked the blackette's body and smothered him. He grew and scales broke the boy's skin with splurts of blood. Had Katsuya not been used to watching full-wolf demons change, he would have grimaced. Mokuba screamed with pain—which deftly turned into a roar as he became more Dragon—growing and sprouting scales and wings until he was finally in his full dragon form.

Silver scaled with violet-velvet eyes, Mokuba laid there heaving at the exhausting change. Katsuya had heard changing forms hurt, but unable to change his own form he didn't know how much.

"You're very handsome, Mokuba," Katsuya complimented after a minute. Mokuba stared back at him with a silly glint in his eyes.

"You should see my brother, he's all white with blue eyes, he's intimidating and sexy."

Katsuya laughed at that. He was sure that if the boy was in his human form he'd be wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. The younger Kaiba was very friendly and outgoing, giving off a fresh, soothing presence that rivaled his brother's much more strong, intimidating one...Not that Katsuya could find anything wrong with the strong, intimidating, sexy Seto-human. He sure was a hell of a lot better than Pegasus.

Then again, there were few he found that weren't better than Pegasus.

"Mokuba, are you ready?"

Both of them looked up to see the same dragon they were speaking of. "Speak of the devil," Katsuya whistled. Mokuba wasn't kidding, had Katsuya been a dragon, he'd of been all over –maybe under— the sexy, intimidating Seto-dragon.

"Yeah," Mokuba said, getting up and leaning his head down. "Come on, Katsuya."

"Ya can call me Jou," Katsuya said. Mokuba lowered his neck and Katsuya climbed on. Both Seto and Mokuba were surprised how deftly he proceeded to do the task, especially since there was no saddle or no rope to help him climb it. It took most people—if they could do it that is—a very long time to figure out how to get on.

Katsuya just climbed up the on the smallest part of Mokuba's neck and used the small nubs trailing Mokuba's spine to crawl down to the base of Mokuba's neck and sat between his shoulder blades, a leg on each side.

"My full name's Katsuya Jounouchi, and even though my first name's Katsuya, everyone just calls me Jou."

"O-okay!" Mokuba chirped as Seto took note of it. "You're very good a climbing Jou!"

"Thank ya, I've had good practice."

Mokuba nor Seto knew what to make of that, so they both spread their vicious wings and took off without saying anything else.

Yeah, I know it's short. My excuse: it's only a prologue. I'll be doing my best to make each chapter after this longer