"Sevenfold" Red: Lust.
Series: Sevenfold
Color: Red
Sin: Lust
Chapter Title: No Wine Untasted (7/49)
Word Count: 4025
Disclaimer: Not mine
Red:Lust
Didn’t being a multi-millionaire and the CEO of a prestigious company bring with it the luxury of being able to do what one wanted to do?
Apparently not- if Kaiba Mokuba had anything to do with it.
In his infinite wisdom- having lived so long and (with only a minutely undue amount of sarcasm here) having had so many life-altering experiences- he assured his brother that doing what one did not want to do was character-building, noble... Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera- and a few other extraneous adjectives all aiming for one goal: get Seto to do what Mokuba wanted him to do.
Now, living with the man for any number of years had given Mokuba the necessary insight into the twisted, logic-loving entity that was his brother’s mind. He was a manipulative master, and Seto could be counted on to, if nothing else, at least pretend that it had been his idea the whole time. (Though those unconditional surrenders were so much more satisfying.)
So, owing to another of Mokuba’s cunning plots, Kaiba Seto found himself surrounded by strangers, at an event he had absolutely no desire to attend.
It was Mazaki Anzu’s birthday celebration. She was turning twenty-three.
Mokuba, who was still close to Anzu and her friends, had received an invitation early in the week. Almost as an afterthought, Seto’s name had also been jotted down. And if they cared enough to invite him, then certainly he had to attend. Originally, he had given an unyielding “no”. But, conveniently enough, his schedule was clear (though Mokuba swore up and down he had nothing to do with that), and his therapist (another of Mokuba’s brilliant ideas) had told him that a bit more human interaction would be “good for him”.
Which, of course, was how, against all his own plans and desires, he found himself standing against a wall and glaring at any unfortunate soul who dared to venture too near.
He had been there a full half-hour and already he was planning a daring escape. Or at least a commotion large enough to get himself politely asked to vacate the premises. He was all set for another round of glaring- which, by his standards, could qualify as an Olympic sport- when a young woman in a stunning red dress approached him.
To his mild surprise, it was the birthday girl herself. “Hello, Kaiba-kun. I wasn’t expecting to see you here, but I’m glad you could make it.”
He nodded curtly, hoping to end the conversation quickly. “Mazaki. Or... Is it Mutou by now?”
She blushed, her cheeks turning rosy pink. “N-no, Yugi and I aren’t...” She cleared her throat. “We’re certainly not married.”
“Yet.”
“Well...” She smiled at him. “Who knows what will come later. We are dating, but...” For a moment, she wore an expression he couldn’t read. “I don’t think either one of us is ready for a commitment right now.”
Seto, to his credit, did not roll his eyes. He merely closed the to hold off the impulse. “Everyone knows the two of you are eventually going to end up together. Even in high school, you were practically inseparable.”
Anzu grinned at him. “So even the great Kaiba noticed, huh? Yes, I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts of a sort. And we just... fit.”
“Just fit? Hmm. I was expecting you to maddeningly passionate, snubbing me for being so hostile all those years ago, extolling his virtues to the one person in the room most inclined to doubt them.”
At that, she laughed, and he found himself wondering if she had always been that easy to converse with. “I know you and Yugi never really got along, but I’m certainly not going to bore you with something like that- it is my birthday, after all, and I want everyone to have a good time.” She smiled at him, a twinkle in her eye. “Even if I do suspect you’re only here through Mokuba’s influence.”
He shrugged. “Be that as it may... I am here.”
“Yes.” She smiled again. “You are.”
After that conversation, Seto suddenly found the evening much more entertaining. He held his position on the wall, but whenever he could get a glimpse of her, he would watch Anzu. He saw her talking to a group of women, he saw her stop and press a kiss to Yugi’s cheek, he watched as she laughed with Mokuba- probably talking about him, he surmised- and he couldn’t help but stare rather fixedly as she chanced upon a refreshment table where a tray of strawberries was laid out. (Watching her eat a few had to be the first occasion in his entire life where he had rather wished he was a fruit. Specifically that red, ripe strawberry that was being bitten into with enough unwitting sensuality to make any sane, straight man run for a cold shower.)
And, unfortunately for Anzu- and Seto himself if he were the kind of man to care about consequences- Seto was far from sane. She was exquisite, and in that red dress she certainly had him conjuring visions enough to keep him insane for a good, long while.
About ten minutes later, he caught her glancing over in his direction once again. He quickly looked down so she wouldn’t know he had been looking at her as well, and put on the most forlorn expression he could muster.
As pathetic as his attempts were, however, she was swayed. He soon saw the same legs extending from that same red dress walking over to him- and coming much closer than most mortals would dare.
“Hey,” she said softly. “You look like you’re absolutely miserable.” He was almost impressed at her attempt to see to all her guests.
“Really? I can’t imagine why.” He looked up at her, his face deadpan. “I’m having the time of my life.”
Anzu laughed, her face rounding out in a wide smile. “Oh really? Then I can’t imagine the dullness you’ve had to endure.”
He just smirked rather dryly.
However, she quickly sobered. “Why did you even agree to come? I know you don’t like any of us, and though Mokuba’s persuasion can be fierce, you seem far from the type who’d let himself get pushed into something he didn’t want to do.”
“Well, I’ve found that it’s much easier for all parties involved to cede to the milder requests. I’m the type of man who picks his battles.”
“Ahh. Wise then, aren’t you?” She smiled again. “Though, with a brother like Mokuba, I would imagine you’d have to be. He’s quite a little, well...” She waved her hand around, searching for the right word. “Um, scamp, isn’t he?”
It was Seto’s turn to laugh- a deep, rich (if rare) sound. Finally, he felt that they both were truly at their ease. “That’s putting it far nicer than he really deserves. He’s an unmitigated ass, and the little fool knows it.”
“Well said.” She turned her head over her shoulder to look at her over guests, most still milling around. He wondered if she was getting bored with him. Finally, she spoke again. “Like I said, though, I’m surprised you came. I always thought you hated us.”
“Well, Yugi and the mutt weren’t ever my favorite people.”
Once again, he had elicited a laugh. “That a polite way of saying you hate them?”
He smirked. “More or less. But you and...” He thought for a moment. “What was the other boy’s name again?”
“Honda?”
“Yes. Him. You and Honda, apparently, never really managed to incite my displeasure quite as often as they did. Occasionally you would say something I didn’t want to hear, but for the most part I could block both of you out.”
She feigned hurt. “How nice. I wasn’t even worth your notice!”
He smiled sincerely. “Well I’m noticing you now, aren’t I?”
She seemed surprised by his comment. Her cheeks once again turned red. For some reason, Seto felt a strange surge of pride- that he could make her blush like that. It was a foreign- but not entirely unwelcome- feeling.
In fact, as they spoke, he found himself encountering any number of foreign feelings. He, despite their history, was discovering something heretofore unknown: he was attracted to her- very attracted to her. The only problem being, of course, he wasn’t allowed to act on it. If she and Yugi were involved, then there was no chance in hell she’d ever spare him a second thought. He had spent years playing second fiddle to the shorter man, and- unfortunately- he knew that wasn’t about to change.
They talked of Mokuba, their mutual past, their respective presents, and their hopes for their futures. To test the waters, Seto casually threw in a flirtatious remark or two, and- though he was sure it was unconscious- he couldn’t help but be pleased when Anzu responded in kind.
“You know,” he said during a pause, “I think your other guests are going to feel neglected. I’ve held your rapt attention nearly all evening and already we’ve been talking for far longer than I think either of us anticipated.”
“You’re right, of course, but...” She grinned. “Somehow I’m reluctant to walk away.”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
She seemed rather offended. “Oh really?”
He smirked. “You look positively luscious in that red dress, and I wouldn’t be at all opposed to the view.”
She laughed, but managed to look falsely affronted, as though they were friends and he had been teasing her for years. “Why, Kaiba-kun, I don’t know whether to be flattered or slap you.”
The next few moments were awkward- they both knew that he had been serious.
Anzu cleared her throat. “And, well...” She looked nervously around the room. “I think I should be getting back now. Don’t want Yugi to worry, or...” Her words faded away under his sweltering look.
She turned to go but he grabbed her arm to stop her. “Don’t go,” he said. “I thought you were enjoying our little conversation.”
“I told you already- I’m dating Yugi. I enjoyed talking to you, but I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”
“What ‘wrong idea’? The only thing I’m ‘getting’ here is that you enjoy my company. Is that so wrong?”
“Stop saying things that are so inappropriate and we won’t have a problem.”
He raised an eyebrow, but finally released her arm. “Inappropriate? So I think you’re a healthy, attractive woman. That’s inappropriate... how?”
She frowned at him but didn’t answer. Before she could gather her thoughts, he quickly came back with more. “Or maybe, you’re feeling inappropriate. You like being told you’re attractive. You like knowing you can affect a man rumored to be asexual. You want me to look at you. You-“
“Be quiet!” she commanded angrily. “And don’t say things like that!” She looked around again, checking to see if their were being overheard. “Come on; if you’re going to talk like that, at least do it out of everyone’s earshot.”
She took his wrist and led him out into a narrow hallway.
With a great glare, she turned to face him, her feet planted firmly and her arms crossed over her chest. He looked on with indifference. “Do I have your permission to speak now?”
She rolled her eyes. “If you must.”
Seto shrugged. “I merely think that you’re uncomfortable because you’re attracted to me- and you feel guilty about it because you’re involved with Yugi.”
She huffed. “That’s ridiculous.”
A thin, elegant eyebrow raised in moderate surprise. “Really?” She nodded fiercely. He smirked. “Then prove it.”
“What?”
“Prove it. Prove that you’re not attracted to me.” His smirk grew slightly more malicious. “Kiss me.”
She seemed shocked. “What? No! You sorry bastard, I’ll do no such thing! Kiss you- that’s preposterous. I love Yugi and that’s all there is to it.”
“You mistake me,” he told her lightly. “I neither doubted nor belittled your affection for said man- I merely put forth the opinion that-“ He smirked again and made a small, sweeping hand gesture down his body. “You like what you see.”
“Ass,” she spat. “I’m not attracted to you. I never was and I never will be.”
“Then why won’t you refute my claims with a kiss?” She glowered fearsomely at him. He stepped closer. “I’ll leave you alone- duelists’ honor.”
Hesitantly, she stepped forward as well. He knew she was curious; it only remained to be seen whether or not she would act on that curiosity. “One kiss?” she asked, tentatively putting a hand on his cheek.
Seto nodded. “One kiss.”
They were leaning into each other, almost eager for what was to come.
“But then,” she said, her eyes closing and her arms going around his neck, “you’re going to eat your words.”
“Kiss me,” he whispered, his breath on her face, “and at your insistence I’ll eat anything you want me to.”
She laughed, but only for a second. Because in the next moment his lips had found hers. And by the next his arms were around her. And it only took her a moment after that to realize that he was a pretty amazing kisser and damn it all if that wasn’t one of the best kisses of her entire life. He made her fucking knees weak; he made her heart pound and her eyes roll back in her head and the way his hands were gently, subtly exploring her body made her wonder just how far his skill could really go.
Suddenly, however, a vague sort of blond cloud began nagging at the back of her mind, and warning signals went off like mad.
“Stop!” she said, pushing away from him. “Th-that... I kissed you. That’s all. So now... now I should... should go.”
She took a step away from him, biting her lip, her face redder than her dress.
“That’s all?” His voice was deep- and she knew she had gotten herself involved in something she really should have left alone. He moved towards her and put his hands on her waist. “You’ve left me hungry. I think I want a little more than a kiss.”
“I told you,” she said, something inside her body beginning to burn, “that I would pr-prove to you that I...”
“That you weren’t attracted to me.” He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. “But you are.”
She jerked away, starting to feel angry. “That doesn’t matter! I’m with Yugi, so leave me the hell alone!”
“I’m not asking for much.” His voice was soft, and she couldn’t help herself- she looked up at his face. That wasn’t love she was seeing, but she had never, in all her life, seen a man look at her with that much desire. “One encounter. And then you can forget. I know you’re curious. I know you’re wondering. I know that, deep down, a part of you wants this.”
“That’s not... That’s not true,” she hissed, keeping her voice low. “I’m not-“
She gasped as he leaned in and kissed her again. He roughly grabbed her, pulling her body flush against his own, and his lips moved down to her neck. “Don’t lie to me, Mazaki,” he growled against her skin. “Don’t ever lie to me.”
“Why would I... w-would I...” She was cut off by her own moan. He smirked against her neck as he felt her hands twist themselves into his hair.
“Still not interested?”
She sighed. “I hate you.”
“But you want me.”
Her head fell back. “Maybe,” she said, her voice no more than a breath, “but I fucking hate you.”
He moved away slightly and put his hands on her shoulders. “Good. Now find us a private place so I can make you scream.”
Anzu lunged at him once more, kissing him with all the force of a raging storm. She bit his bottom lip, and pulled it gently between her own. After an eternity- or less than a second- she pulled away. Her eyes were clouded and dark, and her chest was heaving with her breath. “Follow me.”
She grabbed his wrist and led him down the hall into a small room. There was a table in the center, with clutter against two of the walls. Anzu slammed the door and then stood with her back against it. She looked nervous.
Seto had long since passed- or never been through- the stage of nervous butterflies. The only heat he felt was from pure anticipation. “What now?” she murmured.
He smirked, already looking forward to touching her again. “Use your imagination.”
She shuddered for a moment, the delicious possibilities racing through her head. “Fine,” she said. She straightened up, and he recognized determination in her eyes. She kicked off her expensive heels and began walking toward him like a lioness would prowl towards an antelope. Seto found that the sensation of being hunted was not at all an unagreeable one.
He took of his suit jacket and laid it on the table. Then he kicked off his own shoes as well.
Anzu stopped when she got a foot away from him, the nervous feeling still not dissipating. He was in no mood to wait, however, and he pulled her to him, making the first move.
When their lips met, it was like something had happened. Something big- something undefinable. She tasted so sweet, like honey or ambrosia. It was heaven, and he wondered why he had never had the chance to taste her before.
Anzu’s thoughts were somewhere along the same lines. She wrapped her arms around his neck, eagerly drinking in everything he gave her. Who would have guessed that she could have ever found such pleasure in a man like Kaiba? It was phenomenal. And the sensations only increased tenfold as he kissed his way down her neck.
Yes...
How did he know to kiss her right there?
How did he know she fucking loved it when his tongue moved just like that- so slow, always slow.
She moaned and fisted her hands in his pristine white shirt. The heat in the room was becoming unbearable. Why had she ever been hesitant? Why hadn’t she jumped him the moment she had seen him? Oh yes, she was definitely attracted to him- he was one of the most gorgeous men she had ever encountered. He had a beautiful face, with icy blue eyes that had hundreds of girls swooning every day. He had an absolutely amazing body, tall and lean, with a tight ass that he just had to have worked for.
“I want you, Anzu,” he murmured, tracing a finger down her cheek. “I need you- right now, damn it, right this fucking second. His hands wandered down her body, stopping for a moment at her breasts, then landing on her hips, pulling them against his own. He kissed her again, with an unapologetic harshness that sent her blood racing.
“You want me?” she asked teasingly as he nipped at her shoulder, twining a piece of his hair between her fingers. He growled. “Do you really want me?”
“Don’t toy with me,” he rumbled, “I only say what I mean.”
She took his head in her hands and pulled his face up to hers. “Then you better get ready, baby.” She smirked and suddenly he found himself pushed against the table. The next thing he knew, Anzu was gone and there was a pair of small hands at his waist.
And then he felt his pants coming undone and being pulled down to his ankles and his boxers following and then: “Oh God, that’s her fucking mouth... Her mouth- warm, wet and so... fucking...”
“Wonderful,” he moaned, his hand fisting in her hair, pushing her further onto his cock.
He couldn’t think- oh God, it felt so good- his eyes unfocusing, his head swimming, vision blurring, nothing coherent at all in his head. And then he was burning, burning, everything on fire, skin itching with warmth- blood boiling and that feeling of intense, wild burning. His head was back, neck extended, eyes closed- and he couldn’t keep quiet: he was moaning, moaning until every inch of his body was ready to explode and he was on the edge, on the edge, on the edge, and-
“Yes... Fucking yes- Yes! Oh hell, Anzu, yes.” His world fell apart, and his body was spasm-ing in utter ecstasy.
She watched him shudder, every muscle tight with feeling.
Anzu kissed his hipbone and stood up, wiping her mouth as she grinned at Seto. He glared at her lightly, his forehead beaded with sweat. “Get what you wanted?” she asked, hand trailing up his stomach. “Because believe me... I can give more.”
He groaned again, his imagination running wild. Whatever had gotten into her... he liked it. “I think the question is whether or not you can handle it,” he said darkly, tone ripe with invitation. “Because I’m not leaving until you’re on your back, pulling at your hair, body throbbing, eyes rolling, screaming my name.”
She put her arms around his neck again and gave him a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. He was already unzipping her dress. “Well lucky me,” she said lowly, her lips an inch from his, “someone’s ready to play again.”
xXx
Yugi tapped his knife on his glass to get everyone’s attention. “Excuse me, excuse me everyone- could I have your attention please?” All the guests politely turned to face him. He smiled warmly.
“As you all know, we’re gathered here to celebrate Anzu’s twenty-third birthday.” Everyone clapped and Yugi’s smile broadened. “Well I haven’t given her my present yet.” He cleared his throat, and dug conspicuously into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a tell-tale black velvet box. “We’ve been together a long time,” he said, “and I think it’s finally time I did something I should have done a long time ago.” He took a deep breath. “Mazaki Anzu, will you marry me?”
Everyone held their breath, waiting for her answer. But one never came. Heads turned all about the room, and it was then that someone noticed that Anzu wasn’t there.
Yugi frowned. “Oh, um... Has- has anyone seen Anzu?”
“She’s probably gone to the ladies room,” the Mazaki matriarch said to her- hopefully- future son-in-law. “She’ll be right back, dear, and you can give her the ring then.”
Yugi smiled. “You’re right. Thank you. I’m just... A little nervous, that’s all.”
She smiled. “Oh, don’t worry, dear. I know Anzu will say yes.”
xXx
A very rumpled Seto emerged from the hallway a short time later. It had been set that Anzu would go first so that nothing would seem suspicious. He straightened up in the bathroom, then went back to the party. Yugi made his announcement again, and since Anzu was actually present for the second time Yugi proposed, she could throw her arms around him and give him a heartfelt “yes”. (And if her eyes did dart towards Seto, if even for a moment, no one noticed.)
The party didn’t last much longer after that, and soon all the guests were headed home.
“Well,” Mokuba said as he and Seto walked out to their car, “that was fun.” He grinned. “Aren’t you glad you came?”
Seto merely glared at him. Mokuba’s grin widened. “Come on, I bet you had a good time in spite of yourself.”
“No. Actually, I didn’t.”
“Well whatever,” Mokuba said. When they got to the car, he opened the passenger door and hopped in.
“But hey,” he said as Seto cranked it up, “where were you? For the first half of the party you were just standing on the wall, but then you sort of... disappeared.”
“Oh, you noticed?” Seto asked lightly. “I was getting a blow job from the bride-to-be in a spare room.”
Mokuba choked on a breath of air. “WHAT! Seto, what the hell are you on?” He laughed. “God, you really had me there for a second!”
He laughed all the way to their home, never seeing the tiny smirk Seto couldn’t ever seem to get rid of.
~~~
Previous
Color: Red
Sin: Lust
Chapter Title: No Wine Untasted (7/49)
Word Count: 4025
Disclaimer: Not mine
Red:Lust
Didn’t being a multi-millionaire and the CEO of a prestigious company bring with it the luxury of being able to do what one wanted to do?
Apparently not- if Kaiba Mokuba had anything to do with it.
In his infinite wisdom- having lived so long and (with only a minutely undue amount of sarcasm here) having had so many life-altering experiences- he assured his brother that doing what one did not want to do was character-building, noble... Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera- and a few other extraneous adjectives all aiming for one goal: get Seto to do what Mokuba wanted him to do.
Now, living with the man for any number of years had given Mokuba the necessary insight into the twisted, logic-loving entity that was his brother’s mind. He was a manipulative master, and Seto could be counted on to, if nothing else, at least pretend that it had been his idea the whole time. (Though those unconditional surrenders were so much more satisfying.)
So, owing to another of Mokuba’s cunning plots, Kaiba Seto found himself surrounded by strangers, at an event he had absolutely no desire to attend.
It was Mazaki Anzu’s birthday celebration. She was turning twenty-three.
Mokuba, who was still close to Anzu and her friends, had received an invitation early in the week. Almost as an afterthought, Seto’s name had also been jotted down. And if they cared enough to invite him, then certainly he had to attend. Originally, he had given an unyielding “no”. But, conveniently enough, his schedule was clear (though Mokuba swore up and down he had nothing to do with that), and his therapist (another of Mokuba’s brilliant ideas) had told him that a bit more human interaction would be “good for him”.
Which, of course, was how, against all his own plans and desires, he found himself standing against a wall and glaring at any unfortunate soul who dared to venture too near.
He had been there a full half-hour and already he was planning a daring escape. Or at least a commotion large enough to get himself politely asked to vacate the premises. He was all set for another round of glaring- which, by his standards, could qualify as an Olympic sport- when a young woman in a stunning red dress approached him.
To his mild surprise, it was the birthday girl herself. “Hello, Kaiba-kun. I wasn’t expecting to see you here, but I’m glad you could make it.”
He nodded curtly, hoping to end the conversation quickly. “Mazaki. Or... Is it Mutou by now?”
She blushed, her cheeks turning rosy pink. “N-no, Yugi and I aren’t...” She cleared her throat. “We’re certainly not married.”
“Yet.”
“Well...” She smiled at him. “Who knows what will come later. We are dating, but...” For a moment, she wore an expression he couldn’t read. “I don’t think either one of us is ready for a commitment right now.”
Seto, to his credit, did not roll his eyes. He merely closed the to hold off the impulse. “Everyone knows the two of you are eventually going to end up together. Even in high school, you were practically inseparable.”
Anzu grinned at him. “So even the great Kaiba noticed, huh? Yes, I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts of a sort. And we just... fit.”
“Just fit? Hmm. I was expecting you to maddeningly passionate, snubbing me for being so hostile all those years ago, extolling his virtues to the one person in the room most inclined to doubt them.”
At that, she laughed, and he found himself wondering if she had always been that easy to converse with. “I know you and Yugi never really got along, but I’m certainly not going to bore you with something like that- it is my birthday, after all, and I want everyone to have a good time.” She smiled at him, a twinkle in her eye. “Even if I do suspect you’re only here through Mokuba’s influence.”
He shrugged. “Be that as it may... I am here.”
“Yes.” She smiled again. “You are.”
After that conversation, Seto suddenly found the evening much more entertaining. He held his position on the wall, but whenever he could get a glimpse of her, he would watch Anzu. He saw her talking to a group of women, he saw her stop and press a kiss to Yugi’s cheek, he watched as she laughed with Mokuba- probably talking about him, he surmised- and he couldn’t help but stare rather fixedly as she chanced upon a refreshment table where a tray of strawberries was laid out. (Watching her eat a few had to be the first occasion in his entire life where he had rather wished he was a fruit. Specifically that red, ripe strawberry that was being bitten into with enough unwitting sensuality to make any sane, straight man run for a cold shower.)
And, unfortunately for Anzu- and Seto himself if he were the kind of man to care about consequences- Seto was far from sane. She was exquisite, and in that red dress she certainly had him conjuring visions enough to keep him insane for a good, long while.
About ten minutes later, he caught her glancing over in his direction once again. He quickly looked down so she wouldn’t know he had been looking at her as well, and put on the most forlorn expression he could muster.
As pathetic as his attempts were, however, she was swayed. He soon saw the same legs extending from that same red dress walking over to him- and coming much closer than most mortals would dare.
“Hey,” she said softly. “You look like you’re absolutely miserable.” He was almost impressed at her attempt to see to all her guests.
“Really? I can’t imagine why.” He looked up at her, his face deadpan. “I’m having the time of my life.”
Anzu laughed, her face rounding out in a wide smile. “Oh really? Then I can’t imagine the dullness you’ve had to endure.”
He just smirked rather dryly.
However, she quickly sobered. “Why did you even agree to come? I know you don’t like any of us, and though Mokuba’s persuasion can be fierce, you seem far from the type who’d let himself get pushed into something he didn’t want to do.”
“Well, I’ve found that it’s much easier for all parties involved to cede to the milder requests. I’m the type of man who picks his battles.”
“Ahh. Wise then, aren’t you?” She smiled again. “Though, with a brother like Mokuba, I would imagine you’d have to be. He’s quite a little, well...” She waved her hand around, searching for the right word. “Um, scamp, isn’t he?”
It was Seto’s turn to laugh- a deep, rich (if rare) sound. Finally, he felt that they both were truly at their ease. “That’s putting it far nicer than he really deserves. He’s an unmitigated ass, and the little fool knows it.”
“Well said.” She turned her head over her shoulder to look at her over guests, most still milling around. He wondered if she was getting bored with him. Finally, she spoke again. “Like I said, though, I’m surprised you came. I always thought you hated us.”
“Well, Yugi and the mutt weren’t ever my favorite people.”
Once again, he had elicited a laugh. “That a polite way of saying you hate them?”
He smirked. “More or less. But you and...” He thought for a moment. “What was the other boy’s name again?”
“Honda?”
“Yes. Him. You and Honda, apparently, never really managed to incite my displeasure quite as often as they did. Occasionally you would say something I didn’t want to hear, but for the most part I could block both of you out.”
She feigned hurt. “How nice. I wasn’t even worth your notice!”
He smiled sincerely. “Well I’m noticing you now, aren’t I?”
She seemed surprised by his comment. Her cheeks once again turned red. For some reason, Seto felt a strange surge of pride- that he could make her blush like that. It was a foreign- but not entirely unwelcome- feeling.
In fact, as they spoke, he found himself encountering any number of foreign feelings. He, despite their history, was discovering something heretofore unknown: he was attracted to her- very attracted to her. The only problem being, of course, he wasn’t allowed to act on it. If she and Yugi were involved, then there was no chance in hell she’d ever spare him a second thought. He had spent years playing second fiddle to the shorter man, and- unfortunately- he knew that wasn’t about to change.
They talked of Mokuba, their mutual past, their respective presents, and their hopes for their futures. To test the waters, Seto casually threw in a flirtatious remark or two, and- though he was sure it was unconscious- he couldn’t help but be pleased when Anzu responded in kind.
“You know,” he said during a pause, “I think your other guests are going to feel neglected. I’ve held your rapt attention nearly all evening and already we’ve been talking for far longer than I think either of us anticipated.”
“You’re right, of course, but...” She grinned. “Somehow I’m reluctant to walk away.”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
She seemed rather offended. “Oh really?”
He smirked. “You look positively luscious in that red dress, and I wouldn’t be at all opposed to the view.”
She laughed, but managed to look falsely affronted, as though they were friends and he had been teasing her for years. “Why, Kaiba-kun, I don’t know whether to be flattered or slap you.”
The next few moments were awkward- they both knew that he had been serious.
Anzu cleared her throat. “And, well...” She looked nervously around the room. “I think I should be getting back now. Don’t want Yugi to worry, or...” Her words faded away under his sweltering look.
She turned to go but he grabbed her arm to stop her. “Don’t go,” he said. “I thought you were enjoying our little conversation.”
“I told you already- I’m dating Yugi. I enjoyed talking to you, but I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”
“What ‘wrong idea’? The only thing I’m ‘getting’ here is that you enjoy my company. Is that so wrong?”
“Stop saying things that are so inappropriate and we won’t have a problem.”
He raised an eyebrow, but finally released her arm. “Inappropriate? So I think you’re a healthy, attractive woman. That’s inappropriate... how?”
She frowned at him but didn’t answer. Before she could gather her thoughts, he quickly came back with more. “Or maybe, you’re feeling inappropriate. You like being told you’re attractive. You like knowing you can affect a man rumored to be asexual. You want me to look at you. You-“
“Be quiet!” she commanded angrily. “And don’t say things like that!” She looked around again, checking to see if their were being overheard. “Come on; if you’re going to talk like that, at least do it out of everyone’s earshot.”
She took his wrist and led him out into a narrow hallway.
With a great glare, she turned to face him, her feet planted firmly and her arms crossed over her chest. He looked on with indifference. “Do I have your permission to speak now?”
She rolled her eyes. “If you must.”
Seto shrugged. “I merely think that you’re uncomfortable because you’re attracted to me- and you feel guilty about it because you’re involved with Yugi.”
She huffed. “That’s ridiculous.”
A thin, elegant eyebrow raised in moderate surprise. “Really?” She nodded fiercely. He smirked. “Then prove it.”
“What?”
“Prove it. Prove that you’re not attracted to me.” His smirk grew slightly more malicious. “Kiss me.”
She seemed shocked. “What? No! You sorry bastard, I’ll do no such thing! Kiss you- that’s preposterous. I love Yugi and that’s all there is to it.”
“You mistake me,” he told her lightly. “I neither doubted nor belittled your affection for said man- I merely put forth the opinion that-“ He smirked again and made a small, sweeping hand gesture down his body. “You like what you see.”
“Ass,” she spat. “I’m not attracted to you. I never was and I never will be.”
“Then why won’t you refute my claims with a kiss?” She glowered fearsomely at him. He stepped closer. “I’ll leave you alone- duelists’ honor.”
Hesitantly, she stepped forward as well. He knew she was curious; it only remained to be seen whether or not she would act on that curiosity. “One kiss?” she asked, tentatively putting a hand on his cheek.
Seto nodded. “One kiss.”
They were leaning into each other, almost eager for what was to come.
“But then,” she said, her eyes closing and her arms going around his neck, “you’re going to eat your words.”
“Kiss me,” he whispered, his breath on her face, “and at your insistence I’ll eat anything you want me to.”
She laughed, but only for a second. Because in the next moment his lips had found hers. And by the next his arms were around her. And it only took her a moment after that to realize that he was a pretty amazing kisser and damn it all if that wasn’t one of the best kisses of her entire life. He made her fucking knees weak; he made her heart pound and her eyes roll back in her head and the way his hands were gently, subtly exploring her body made her wonder just how far his skill could really go.
Suddenly, however, a vague sort of blond cloud began nagging at the back of her mind, and warning signals went off like mad.
“Stop!” she said, pushing away from him. “Th-that... I kissed you. That’s all. So now... now I should... should go.”
She took a step away from him, biting her lip, her face redder than her dress.
“That’s all?” His voice was deep- and she knew she had gotten herself involved in something she really should have left alone. He moved towards her and put his hands on her waist. “You’ve left me hungry. I think I want a little more than a kiss.”
“I told you,” she said, something inside her body beginning to burn, “that I would pr-prove to you that I...”
“That you weren’t attracted to me.” He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. “But you are.”
She jerked away, starting to feel angry. “That doesn’t matter! I’m with Yugi, so leave me the hell alone!”
“I’m not asking for much.” His voice was soft, and she couldn’t help herself- she looked up at his face. That wasn’t love she was seeing, but she had never, in all her life, seen a man look at her with that much desire. “One encounter. And then you can forget. I know you’re curious. I know you’re wondering. I know that, deep down, a part of you wants this.”
“That’s not... That’s not true,” she hissed, keeping her voice low. “I’m not-“
She gasped as he leaned in and kissed her again. He roughly grabbed her, pulling her body flush against his own, and his lips moved down to her neck. “Don’t lie to me, Mazaki,” he growled against her skin. “Don’t ever lie to me.”
“Why would I... w-would I...” She was cut off by her own moan. He smirked against her neck as he felt her hands twist themselves into his hair.
“Still not interested?”
She sighed. “I hate you.”
“But you want me.”
Her head fell back. “Maybe,” she said, her voice no more than a breath, “but I fucking hate you.”
He moved away slightly and put his hands on her shoulders. “Good. Now find us a private place so I can make you scream.”
Anzu lunged at him once more, kissing him with all the force of a raging storm. She bit his bottom lip, and pulled it gently between her own. After an eternity- or less than a second- she pulled away. Her eyes were clouded and dark, and her chest was heaving with her breath. “Follow me.”
She grabbed his wrist and led him down the hall into a small room. There was a table in the center, with clutter against two of the walls. Anzu slammed the door and then stood with her back against it. She looked nervous.
Seto had long since passed- or never been through- the stage of nervous butterflies. The only heat he felt was from pure anticipation. “What now?” she murmured.
He smirked, already looking forward to touching her again. “Use your imagination.”
She shuddered for a moment, the delicious possibilities racing through her head. “Fine,” she said. She straightened up, and he recognized determination in her eyes. She kicked off her expensive heels and began walking toward him like a lioness would prowl towards an antelope. Seto found that the sensation of being hunted was not at all an unagreeable one.
He took of his suit jacket and laid it on the table. Then he kicked off his own shoes as well.
Anzu stopped when she got a foot away from him, the nervous feeling still not dissipating. He was in no mood to wait, however, and he pulled her to him, making the first move.
When their lips met, it was like something had happened. Something big- something undefinable. She tasted so sweet, like honey or ambrosia. It was heaven, and he wondered why he had never had the chance to taste her before.
Anzu’s thoughts were somewhere along the same lines. She wrapped her arms around his neck, eagerly drinking in everything he gave her. Who would have guessed that she could have ever found such pleasure in a man like Kaiba? It was phenomenal. And the sensations only increased tenfold as he kissed his way down her neck.
Yes...
How did he know to kiss her right there?
How did he know she fucking loved it when his tongue moved just like that- so slow, always slow.
She moaned and fisted her hands in his pristine white shirt. The heat in the room was becoming unbearable. Why had she ever been hesitant? Why hadn’t she jumped him the moment she had seen him? Oh yes, she was definitely attracted to him- he was one of the most gorgeous men she had ever encountered. He had a beautiful face, with icy blue eyes that had hundreds of girls swooning every day. He had an absolutely amazing body, tall and lean, with a tight ass that he just had to have worked for.
“I want you, Anzu,” he murmured, tracing a finger down her cheek. “I need you- right now, damn it, right this fucking second. His hands wandered down her body, stopping for a moment at her breasts, then landing on her hips, pulling them against his own. He kissed her again, with an unapologetic harshness that sent her blood racing.
“You want me?” she asked teasingly as he nipped at her shoulder, twining a piece of his hair between her fingers. He growled. “Do you really want me?”
“Don’t toy with me,” he rumbled, “I only say what I mean.”
She took his head in her hands and pulled his face up to hers. “Then you better get ready, baby.” She smirked and suddenly he found himself pushed against the table. The next thing he knew, Anzu was gone and there was a pair of small hands at his waist.
And then he felt his pants coming undone and being pulled down to his ankles and his boxers following and then: “Oh God, that’s her fucking mouth... Her mouth- warm, wet and so... fucking...”
“Wonderful,” he moaned, his hand fisting in her hair, pushing her further onto his cock.
He couldn’t think- oh God, it felt so good- his eyes unfocusing, his head swimming, vision blurring, nothing coherent at all in his head. And then he was burning, burning, everything on fire, skin itching with warmth- blood boiling and that feeling of intense, wild burning. His head was back, neck extended, eyes closed- and he couldn’t keep quiet: he was moaning, moaning until every inch of his body was ready to explode and he was on the edge, on the edge, on the edge, and-
“Yes... Fucking yes- Yes! Oh hell, Anzu, yes.” His world fell apart, and his body was spasm-ing in utter ecstasy.
She watched him shudder, every muscle tight with feeling.
Anzu kissed his hipbone and stood up, wiping her mouth as she grinned at Seto. He glared at her lightly, his forehead beaded with sweat. “Get what you wanted?” she asked, hand trailing up his stomach. “Because believe me... I can give more.”
He groaned again, his imagination running wild. Whatever had gotten into her... he liked it. “I think the question is whether or not you can handle it,” he said darkly, tone ripe with invitation. “Because I’m not leaving until you’re on your back, pulling at your hair, body throbbing, eyes rolling, screaming my name.”
She put her arms around his neck again and gave him a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. He was already unzipping her dress. “Well lucky me,” she said lowly, her lips an inch from his, “someone’s ready to play again.”
xXx
Yugi tapped his knife on his glass to get everyone’s attention. “Excuse me, excuse me everyone- could I have your attention please?” All the guests politely turned to face him. He smiled warmly.
“As you all know, we’re gathered here to celebrate Anzu’s twenty-third birthday.” Everyone clapped and Yugi’s smile broadened. “Well I haven’t given her my present yet.” He cleared his throat, and dug conspicuously into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a tell-tale black velvet box. “We’ve been together a long time,” he said, “and I think it’s finally time I did something I should have done a long time ago.” He took a deep breath. “Mazaki Anzu, will you marry me?”
Everyone held their breath, waiting for her answer. But one never came. Heads turned all about the room, and it was then that someone noticed that Anzu wasn’t there.
Yugi frowned. “Oh, um... Has- has anyone seen Anzu?”
“She’s probably gone to the ladies room,” the Mazaki matriarch said to her- hopefully- future son-in-law. “She’ll be right back, dear, and you can give her the ring then.”
Yugi smiled. “You’re right. Thank you. I’m just... A little nervous, that’s all.”
She smiled. “Oh, don’t worry, dear. I know Anzu will say yes.”
xXx
A very rumpled Seto emerged from the hallway a short time later. It had been set that Anzu would go first so that nothing would seem suspicious. He straightened up in the bathroom, then went back to the party. Yugi made his announcement again, and since Anzu was actually present for the second time Yugi proposed, she could throw her arms around him and give him a heartfelt “yes”. (And if her eyes did dart towards Seto, if even for a moment, no one noticed.)
The party didn’t last much longer after that, and soon all the guests were headed home.
“Well,” Mokuba said as he and Seto walked out to their car, “that was fun.” He grinned. “Aren’t you glad you came?”
Seto merely glared at him. Mokuba’s grin widened. “Come on, I bet you had a good time in spite of yourself.”
“No. Actually, I didn’t.”
“Well whatever,” Mokuba said. When they got to the car, he opened the passenger door and hopped in.
“But hey,” he said as Seto cranked it up, “where were you? For the first half of the party you were just standing on the wall, but then you sort of... disappeared.”
“Oh, you noticed?” Seto asked lightly. “I was getting a blow job from the bride-to-be in a spare room.”
Mokuba choked on a breath of air. “WHAT! Seto, what the hell are you on?” He laughed. “God, you really had me there for a second!”
He laughed all the way to their home, never seeing the tiny smirk Seto couldn’t ever seem to get rid of.
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