Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ So Long As You Promise to Behave, Seto ❯ Affirmation ( Chapter 2 )

So Long As You Promise To Behave, Seto

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Co-authored by Mausoleum Ivy

::-::Affirmation ::-::

Escapade #: 2

Day #: 1

Location: Doorway

Tools of the Trade: none

Wow.

Just… Wow.

Now, it's not like sex is ever boring, because it never is; that's not supposed to happen until we're both well past the mid-life crisis. I don't like to imagine me past thirty-nine- by then, what with the idiots running around in my company- I'll have a head whiter than an albino's. …Goddamn it, why won't she answer me?

There was no point in trying to force her, that would be like trying to get one of those British guards to do something…Or me. People have this crazy idea that I'm hard-headed. I prefer to call it astutely careful about negotiation. She's the one who's stubborn. Though, even so, I refused to let down my stare; she had to look at me eventually, and when she did, I'd have her attention. It was like looking me in the eyes would kill her- Eden was doing anything to avoid my gaze, glancing at the floor, the table, the doorway, her fingernails. Gods do I feel special.

Now it's not like we're some happy couple after sex, cuddling and kissing, whispering sweet nothings before drifting off into blissful sleep. That'd be warped and unholy. I may not love Jesus like the majority of the fucking world, but I give the guy a little respect in not engaging into something that satanic.

The silence was so heavy you could metaphorically cut it with a metaphorical knife, and then shove it up your metaphorical ass. I rolled my eyes, moving backwards so she could sit up, plus my back was starting to ache. Like I'm some fucking old guy; I grunted and tried to stretch it out, feeling just a little bit stupid doing aerobics with my dick hanging out for all the world to see. It makes me feel like I'm in some gay porno. It's too early to contemplate these things, I need coffee.

Yes, I'm addicted to coffee. Sue me. It's been with me as long as I've been having sex- as long as I've had Kaiba Corp. Sick? Not really. The sick part would be enjoying a nice cup of coffee after shoving my deranged stepfather out the window and watching him become splatter art on the streets below. I think that's around where Eden and I became meant to be.

Sex and coffee, coffee and sex; sex with Eden. Coffee, sex, and Eden. But right now she was ignoring me, and it was beginning to piss me off. Nobody ignores me, it's one of the house rules, so I try again.

"What the Hell happened?"

Again the awkward silence. I have places to be, I have no time for this. I tried to glare, but there really is no point in glaring at someone who's not even looking at you, it's only going to give me wrinkles, so I strode over, cupping her face in my hands and turning her head to face me.

"What the Hell happened?"

Now the floor. What's so interesting about the goddamn floor? It hasn't even been polished in a month. She's hiding something and it's starting to scare me. Does she have a disease?! No, that wouldn't make sense…

"EDEN!"

"WHAT?!"

Finally, we're in business. She glared up at me, her eyes just daring me to try and yell at her again. I counted to five, doing my best to bury my impatience before trying again.

"Tell me what the fuck went on before I fucking go insane!"

My best. Damn I need a vacation.

Eden lifted an eyebrow, amusing her expression.

"You mean you haven't already?"

It was my turn to glare, only returned by a firm stare. I shook my head, muttering a string of random curses in Japanese; then looked up again, finding her gone. Turning again I found her feet standing behind the thick door of the refrigerator; stepping back, she shut the door and sat down at the table with her lemon, unpeeling it silently. How did I not see that coming?

"What's your problem?" she wanted to know, looking up as I groaned.

"Nothing," I returned darkly and glared at the coffee machine, relieved as the timer went out. Now to have my coffee, sweet wonderful coffee, who doesn't keep secrets from me.

I took longer than necessary to drink it, watching Eden enjoy her lemon. There's something very sexy about watching a naked woman eat a fruit, or else I'm just really tense. …No, it's definitely sexy. I'd throw money at her, but I don't have my wallet; plus she'd murder me violently.

"It's 4:35."

I swallowed, setting the mug down and looked at her.

"So?"

"So shouldn't you be getting dressed to return to Hell?"

I had to arch an eyebrow.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

Eden rolled her eyes. "Oh fuck, I'm so embarrassed. You've figured me out. Now I'm going to have to slice you in half."

"Kill me later," I returned dryly, "I do have to get dressed."

"Try to be a big boy and do it by yourself this time," she dismissed and returned to her lemon.

"Right."

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You know how it feels when you see someone whispering to another person while staring directly at you? That paranoia eating away at your sanity and self-security while you try to figure out what they were saying? That's how I feel right now. A secret right in front of me, but an inch out of my reach. There are ways to get her to talk, but I'd rather not use them, so I have to sit here before Pandora's box, hoping the misfortunes will let themselves out.

Goddamn this is the twelfth time I got the buttons in the wrong holes. Reopening my shirt to try again, I glared into the mirror, getting a good idea of what my employees see and fear. Damn I'm good. A multi-billion corporation and it seems like just yesterday I was legally able to drink. Like I followed the laws anyway…

"…GODDAMN!"

Fuck this, I'll button my fucking shirt in the fucking car. Grabbing my briefcase and taking another look in the mirror, I rushed downstairs, taking a detour into the kitchen. Eden was under the fan again, sweating like it was the middle of July- it's almost January. Women are such weird things, I mean…What else can bleed for five days and live? I want to know what's wrong, and I've asked at least five times, but she won't answer me. It's unnerving- I know I'm stressed when I've already gone through two cups of coffee in about ten minutes and now want another. At this rate I'm going to be bouncing around my office like a four year-old on candy.

"…I'm going to work."

She rolled her eyes. "What'd you want Seto, a fucking parade? Good for fucking you."

Yes, yes I want a parade. That deprived-child side of me the therapist always went on and on about wants a fucking parade with clowns and giant cartoon characters floating about- I want a quickie.

I stood there for a few seconds, pondering if I should ask or not lest I evoke a hostile reaction. I can't read her face right now, it's just calm…Almost too calm. I broke the stare to massage the bridge of my nose and muttered a goodbye, turning around and walking out of the kitchen. I thought it would end there until I heard another set of footsteps and turned around, finding Eden right behind.

"You coming with me to work?" I wanted to know, watching her hopefully.

"Yes," she responded, "what? Did you forget it's take your wife to Nazi Germany day today?"

"Must have slipped my mind," I returned.

She rolled her eyes, her glare traveling off my shoulder to the front door.

"I need some fucking fresh air before I melt."

Is that even possible?

"Why are you so fucking hot?" I demanded, "the heat's not even on! To me it feels like outside!"

"That would be because your shirt is unbuttoned."

"I know that!"

She didn't respond, looking at me again…Fuck. I can always tell when she's getting pissed off, even before we became close, her right eye worked like a kind of built-in mood ring- when you knew what color meant what, you had the safety of knowing when to duck and cover. Dark blue, like the sky when the sun dies. Just perfect- if I didn't find some way to sway her humor, I'll be sleeping with the couch tonight. And I could kiss that quickie goodbye.

I turned around, walking the rest of the way to the main hallway with Eden still in tow and opened the door, turning on my heel to face her.

"Love you," I tried and kissed her cheek. When no harm came upon me, I ventured to kiss her on the neck, lingering there for a while. Thank the gods she read my mind and spared me the trouble of asking.

"Okay Seto. But if you ask anymore questions, I'm cutting you off, understand?"

I nodded and dropped the briefcase to lift her legs up, making sure they were secure around my waist before heading outside and pressing her against the doorframe, weaving my fingers through her hair in deep thought. There were some neighbors awake at this time of day, wandering outside, coffee in hand, fetching their morning paper, but right now I didn't exactly care, this position was making me hard, and the open January air was making me cold- really cold. Shuddering made me rub against her more, which excited the better half of me, hence even more trembling, and trembling isn't exactly what you want to be doing while you're trying to fuck. I tried to still my hands as I unzipped my pants, which was about as hard as buttoning my shirt while suffering anxiety about a certain subject I can't be asking about or else it'll be me and an adult's magazine today.

I finally got my pants down, nibbling at the skin of her neck. Goddamn business meeting, if I didn't have to show up I'd just go to work late- it's not like anyone can tell me off. I couldn't help but roll my eyes; then shut them in anticipation as I pushed into her.

"Fuck-!"

"Just relax," she said again, gripping into my shoulders.

How can you expect me to relax? We fuck more than rabbits in heat, and it feels like she's never been touched- ever. But I did as I was told, trying to repeat my steps from before.

The air was like icy fingers, gripping to me, fondling me- even through my clothing. I realized my teeth were chattering against her skin, no matter how much I tried to make them stop, but they seemed to add to the pleasure as her grip tightened and loosened on my arms; drawing blood to the stinging crescents. I couldn't take the slowness anymore, it was beginning to hurt, so I hurried up, the more perspiration resulting from my work, the colder it got. But it was a sensational cold, like jumping into an icy shower after running around in the blistering heat all day. The balm of my aching erection; even my anxiety melted away with my release, watching her face as we both slid down to the floor.

The silence seemed to drag on forever, my concentration fixed on relaxing my breathing. No more questions. No more questions or else I'll be cut off. I don't know what would kill me more painfully- Pandora's box, or no sex.

…No sex.

I pulled my pants back up and repaired them, then crawled over, giving her a smirk.

"Have a nice day," I said brightly.

"Fuck you."

"Already did," I reminded her and gave her another kiss goodbye, standing up with a little difficulty but managed to grab my briefcase off the floor and gave Eden a mock-salute, trotting out the doorway.

"Pervert!"

"You should be thanking gods someone doesn't call 911 for disturbing the peace!"

"You two shouldn't be allowed as guardians for that boy!"

Ahh…The happy neighbors- it gives me a warm fuzzy feeling how we share such a strong bond of love and friendship…

As soon as I convince Eden and Mokuba to move, I'll burn the entire neighborhood down.