Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Desire Never Dies (Seto Kaiba) ❯ CH10 ( Chapter 10 )

Desire Never Dies [Seto] 10

 

~~…I may be cold hearted but you warm my soul and bring a life into my day that no one can take away…~~

 

“Hello?” a deep, brisk voice answered.

“Hay Ken, its me,” you say your voice going super sweet, like a voice meant for blond curls and baby pink gum.

“Mika!” he sounded relived.

“Yeah, how are you guys?” you ask as Seto and Mokuba raise eyebrows and look at each other simultaneously.

“Good, hay some guys were in your apartment earlier, packing, all of your stuff was already gone. Mrs Denny told me and when I went in there your apartment was bare,” he sounded frightened.

“Yeah, I know, I have some good news and some bad news,”

“Is your friend okay?” he asked alarmed.

 

That was your cover this time, you'd told him that one of your very close friends had gotten into an accident and was in intensive care. “Yeah, about that, he hadn't been in one, when I got here they explained that they hadn't seen me in ages and every time they called to invite me down, I was too busy” you lie putting good natured irritation into your bubble gum voice. “Oh! That's good,” he said and you could hear the kids in the background. “Yeah, even better, I'm engaged!” you pour joy into your voice. Laughing in pure shock, he knew of your low tolerance towards men, he said, “Someone finally snapped you up?” Laughing with him you say, “yeah, look I'm not coming back anytime soon, and I want you to be extra careful all right, I can't explain right know but soon I will. I've asked some friends in your area to look out for you and the kids but be careful,” moving to sit on Seto's lap. “Okay…you take care of your self and come over when you can…I want to meet the man who stole that heart of yours…Tina stop pulling on your brothers hair! Sorry, look I gotta go, see ya,” he said. “Will do, say hi to the kids and I'll send you an invitation, chow,” you reply hanging up.

 

Kissing your temple Seto asked, “How'd he take it?” snuggling closer you say in your normal voice “He took it in stride, confused but fine,” looking up at him. Smiling slightly you say, “Time to go shopping,”

 

…

 

Standing the middle of Seto's room you look at yourself in the mirror, you just didn't see it, why Seto wanted you, wearing nothing at all. All your new cloths had been put away except for a very different leather outfit and a wicked red dress. Walking up behind you Seto slid his hands around your waist, jerking you against his bare heavily muscled chest, gasping you look at his reflection wide eyed. “Beautiful,” he whispered kissing your neck and shoulder, shuddering you moan closing your eyes as you lean back letting your head fall to rest against his shoulder. His hands slid up to your breasts and their pebble hard nipples, moving restlessly, you groaned as your buttocks slid over his aggressively hard penis the friction drawing a similar sound from him. Spinning you around he kissed you hard, his tongue thrusting into your mouth with hot, hard male possession. Clinging to his arms you swoon, pushing yourself closer to his heat, his arms now locked behind you.

 

His hands moved up and down in restless, rough movements as if he was almost starved for you, desperate for the touch of your skin against his. Sliding your arms up his arms you put one behind his neck the other sliding down his chest, playing in the line of chestnut hair that trailed from his navel to his hard erection. When your hand cupped him he shuddered, groaned his mouth falling away from yours as he half whispered, half-shouted “God.” “No, goddess,” you replied dropping to your knees in front of him facing the heavy, full ripeness of him, sliding your hands down his muscular thighs. Goosebumps rose to your touch and he shivered his hands flexing, curling into fits then stretching wide, showing his long, elegant fingers and well manicured nails.

 

Flicking out your tongue, a quick lick that you'd do when eating an icy pole, quick little flicks to enjoy the taste and still ensure that none was lost. He jerked, his whole body moving, “Misty, please,” he groaned his voice imploring, pleading, smiling you did another foray with your tongue and he groaned so long and loud it vibrated down his enter body. Putting your mouth around the thick, hard head putting your lips over your teeth to keep from hurting him and flicking your tongue over his skin, he cried out and his hands bunched in your unbound hair. You began to work your way down his hard penis, fighting to take those last inches for you to touch the base of him. His breath was coming in gasps, his hand convulsing in your hair, which drew a gasp from your throat.

 

Dragging you up, away from his body he yanked you off your feet, lifted you high and growled “Legs around my waist,” now your breath was coming in gasps and as you slid around his tapered waist your hand gripped his shoulders, nails bitting his skin. One hand beneath your butt, the other around your waist he slid you down the hard, full length of him, struggling against your natural tightness. Before he finished the first thrust you were making small animal like noises and pushing yourself against him.

 

…

 

You ended up on the bed, your new cloths on the floor and his body pumping full force into yours, you could feel another orgasm building, the slap of his tight, hard balls against your ass. Then you both exploded, flying off into that universe of heaven and hell, pleasure and pain, together and you came back to your bodies together, lying on the soft matrass, tangled together, hearts beating as one, gasping to fill your burning lungs. Rolling off you Seto groaned when your inner muscles tighten, gripping him, and trying to keep him deep within you. Once free you rolled so your head was pillowed on his chest and began to draw eights absently on his stomach, “If this gets any better between us we're going to die,” you murmur. “Yeah, but damn what a way to go,” he chuckled, “Hmm,” you reply flicking out your tongue to catch a little bead of sweat from his nipple.

 

He shivered for you and you sighed, “Now we both need another shower,” you told him propping your self up on one elbow as you looked down at him. “Conserve water and share with me,” you say sliding from the bed only to be stoped by his hand on your arm. Turning back to him you saw the small frown on his face “What is it?” you ask and he perused his lips, narrowed his eyes and said, “Why did you decide to become an assassin? I would never have thought you would do that. I swear if someone told me you'd end up being an assassin when we were first together I'd have told them they were nuts.”

 

Giving a little sad smile you say “It's what I was born to be,” making him frown even harder “You're going to have to explain that,” he said and you shook your head saying, “We don't have time.” You'd never fully explained about what you were, never had found the courage, the words to tell him that you'd been born a weapon. That he'd only made you more dangerous, more lethal. Sliding from the bed you walked with unconscious grace, sometime it happened, you'd go from moving like every woman to moving like a well oiled killing machine.

 

Muscles rippled beneath your skin and you could feel Seto's gaze on your back. “Why do you always do that?” he asked. Turning at the bathroom door you looked at him “Do what?” you ask. You so didn't want to talk about this; you were aloud to have secrets weren't you? “Run away when ever I bring up stuff about your past, you've explained your parents were apart of some military experiment but never what they were experimenting for. They wanted to see if what ever did passed on to the next generation but you never told me if it did pass on to you. Your mother said before your treatment that you were and I quote `strange enough' and you never explained what she meant. Again you make an extremely cryptic remark about being born to be an assassin and you say we don't have time to talk about it,” he said walking up to you.

You stood frozen, barely breathing, your heart in you throat, tears burning behind your eyes, you were going to tell him, you knew it and he was going to freak and kick you out. He'd stop loving you because you were a freak, a monster, a killer, the perfect weapon and he'd see the monster, and one he'd inadvertently helped create. “Stop making excuses, talk to me,” he said his fingers curling around you biceps. Closing you eyes you swallowed hard. “30 years ago the US government aloud a remarkable scientist to conduct very controversial experiments on trained soldiers in the hopes of making the perfect weapon. A soldier that could slip in and out of enemy territory unseen, unheard, undetected. The scientist opened up the psychic pathways in a group of volunteers who showed small `psychic' abilities. Hunches that turned out right, déjà vu, telepathy on a small scale, empathy etc they also had to have a high IQ. Out of the 30 that went in only 15 survived the trained and procedure. After a 4 year training they wanted to see if the abilities would pass on to the next generation so six men were chosen, three paired with unknowing women of the Psi program the other three with regular soldiers who didn't know about the program,” you explain.

 

Continuing you say “Out of the 9 babies born, one set of twins, one set of triplets and four single births in the space of two years and some very hasty marriages, only six survived the first two years. Two of single births from psychic overload, they were both from a pair with a mother without knowledge of the Psi program, one from a psi pair, one of the twins from psychic overload. It was later realised that those who died weren't what we call anchors they were unable to draw the extra information away from their very vulnerable minds. Out of the six to survive only three had any psychic ability, the triplets were null's, they had nothing, duds. They were from a psi pairing, two exceedingly powerful psychics, but their abilities must have clashed negating all traces of psychic ability.” Taking a deep breath you look up into his slightly wide eyes and say, voice soft “Of the three to inherit abilities, I was the most powerful, gaining abilities from both parents unlike the others who only got one or two abilities. By the time I was twelve I knew 76 ways to kill a man, 69 of those look like an accident. I can stay underwater for a maximum of 30 minutes, I can start fires, read peoples minds, emotions, mind manipulate and can talk to animals. Your treatment when I was 16 only made me more dangerous.”

 

You watched his face his eyes as he realised you'd just spilled the beans, that you weren't human but an experiment, a being brought to life by the greed of a government, the need for control of the military and the genius of a man. Looking away you swallowed hard and stepped back, away from him, tears threatening to chock you. “I'm going to have a shower now,” you say and you voice wavered, shook with emotion. He didn't even look at you, acknowledge you in anyway and you wished you could go back, not tell him, but that wasn't one of you abilities. Closing the door soft in his face you walked mechanically to the shower and turned it on, standing under the cold spray of water and as it heated tears streamed down your face, sobs broke from your mouth.

 

Falling to you knees you cried, cried from a love you couldn't have, a past you didn't want, and a present you couldn't escape and a future that only promised more pain. Cried for broken dreams, shattered hopes and crushed promises made on pretences that only existed for normal humans.