Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ So Long As You Promise to Behave, Seto ❯ Objection ( Chapter 4 )

So Long As You Promise To Behave, Seto

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Co-authored by Mausoleum Ivy

 

 

::-:: Objection ::-::

Escapade #: 4

Day #: 1

Location: Seto's Office

Tools of the Trade: ruler

 

 

Damn I'm good.

 

I always knew I was good, or else I wouldn't be in such high demand, but damn…This is the first time someone passed out on me- even virgins.

 

I couldn't help but sigh, ignoring Cynthia's questions as I walked past her desk. What the Hell were we doing in there? What God put us on this disgusting planet to do. What is my wife doing passed out and bleeding in my arms? The aftermath of what God put us on this disgusting planet to do. But I didn't feel like explaining our personal affairs with her, she should be able to make a good guess at it since all of the evidence points so boldly to the obvious. I hope by now she knows about the birds and the bees, or else I may have to fire her.

 

Lifting Eden onto my shoulder, gripping the back of her thighs as best I could in the mixture of oil and drying blood, while opening the door with the other hand, walking into my office.

 

The office has changed a lot since daddy dearest sat here. He had it painted this ugly green color that looked like the painters rubbed shit on the walls, descending down into a tan carpet. Either he was severely color blind, or just coordinately-challenged. Anyway, once he was out of the picture, I had the place redone completely, and now it actually looks human. Yes it's pathetic talking about interior decorating like some drooling Martha Stuart groupie, but I find it hard to work in something that looks like a nostalgic sixties display.

 

Now here comes the tricky part. Walking up to my desk and tilting forward, rolling the leather chair backwards with difficulty. And Eden isn't heavy at all. She can eat more than Mokuba and me at one setting, and still is easy to toss if I had some sick urge to knock my wife into a concussion.

 

…No pun intended.

 

I managed to regain a firm grip on her, sliding her off my shoulder and into the chair, shifting her body around so she could sit upright, and then turned to my desk, opening drawers and shuffling through them. Paper, paperclips, folders, pens…Damn it this is an office, offices were made to be kinky. Aerosol? I don't want to fucking kill her. A stapler.

 

What am I thinking? What the fuck can you do with a stapler?

 

Opening the middle drawer I found what I was looking for. A ruler. Well I had been using it to scratch my back, but it would do. I shoved the drawer shut; then frowned, turning my hand over to stare at my palm, trying to wipe the blood off my already tainted pants. Gods that must have hurt, maybe I took it a bit too far…

 

Maybe

 

I pushed the chair back into place, just enough so that the desk wasn't digging into her stomach, and took her hands to rest them on the table, palms flat. Somehow this would remind me of The Secretary if Eden was wearing a wedding dress, and if I had any red markers. That's the idol for sado-masochists everywhere…Well, unless Ede and I get film careers. Call it sick, call it twisted- I call it normal, I mean…What is making love anyway? Can you bottle it too? It's either sex or fucking, whatever flies your kite.

 

Drumming my fingers against the smooth wood, I walked to the front of the desk, leaning forward to meet Eden's level. I wish I had a camera, take a picture of this classic moment; then scan it onto my laptop as wallpaper. Although it'll be hard to part with the desktop I have now…

 

Eden's head lolled forward, a wave of raven black hair washing over her face. I had to smile, tilting forward until it became uncomfortable.

 

Time to get things rolling.

 

“Wake up, sleepy head,” I chimed, watching her stir; then drift back into shallow slumber.

 

Did I mention I'm not very patient when it comes to pleasure?

 

I stood back up and swatted at her knuckles with the ruler; watching amusedly as she recoiled, quickly orienting herself and glared up at me.

 

“What the fuck are you doing?” She wanted to know.

 

I smirked, hiding the ruler behind my back as I paced.

 

“Guess.”

 

She growled; I swallowed down the urge to laugh.

 

“I'm not in the mood to play games, Seto!”

 

I turned around and slapped her knuckles with the ruler again, Eden drawing her hands back with a threatening glare.

 

“Wrong answer.”

 

“Bastard…”

 

My calm surprised me. The part of me that'd back off and hope for the best was off in another corner of my mind, hidden behind the grin I could no longer suppress. There was no point in hiding the ruler anymore, slapping it in my opposite hand to an invisible rhythm.

 

“Eden, Eden, Eden…” I exhaled and let my arms drift limply to my sides, walking closer to her, “what are we going to do with you?”

 

Eden didn't respond, her eyes following me closely until I stopped at the back of her chair, gazing down at her.

 

“Fucking hit me again with that thing, and I swear…”

 

I laughed within my throat, patting the top of her head with the ruler teasingly. It's fun to be annoying.

 

“You're not making the rules, Eden,” I told her brightly, “I am.”

 

Her eyes narrowed, and exuded an even more potent deeper venom, but otherwise she wouldn't budge. Maybe a wiser man would have taken this into perception and braced himself for whatever she was plotting. Of course, pleasure always did blind the foolish.

 

“Does that piece of plywood make you feel more like a man, Seto?” She wanted to know, “Twelve inches does exceed you.”

 

I know I must have the stupidest look on my face now, letting this roll through my mind several times before my eyes narrowed. Goddamn it

 

“You're asking for it…”

 

“Yes, Seto,” she said calmly, “slap me again. I'm getting more pleasure out of this than with your other ruler. Does that bother you?”

 

Am I blushing? Goddamnit, tell me I'm not blushing. I glared, gripping the ruler tighter in my hand and raised it. Time engulfed me in five seconds, all it took for Eden to spring from the chair and pounce, separating me from the ruler and used it to smack me across the face. The floor came as just a surprise, my nerves forced to register everything that happened as I rubbed my wounded cheek, glaring up at her.

 

“Who's making the rules now, bitch?”

 

Oh HELL no, she just didn't…

 

I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to grind them like I used to do (Sue me, it was a nervous habit), so I did the only thing I knew how to do. I smirked, laughing within my throat as I shook my head, about to push myself back up to my feet, when she smacked me with the ruler again, throwing me back off my balance.

 

People are always telling me I need serious anger management, but right now, staring up at my wife, who's holding MY ruler/back scratcher, not even Gandhi would be able to keep his cool. Okay maybe he would…But anybody who isn't going to make it into Heaven wouldn't be able to keep their temper.

 

“You better stop it…”

 

Eden raised her eyebrows and looked me over, tilting her head sarcastically.

 

“You're joking…Right?”

 

“Why the fuck would I be joking?”

 

“So the hypocrite button is on again,” she concluded, and glared, “because you know I asked you to stop- and, if I remember correctly, you kept on slapping me with the fucking ruler.”

 

“You told me to be rough,” I reminded her.

 

“I never said to hit me with a piece of fucking wood!”

 

We exchanged glares for a while; time I took to absorb the situation, and devise my comeback.

 

“So you won't stop?”

 

She didn't answer, glaring straight into my eyes to the extent it was painful to keep eye contact. I turned over again, pushing up on my wrists as if I were going to try and stand again, watching Eden step into her attack and lashed my foot out, successfully taking my target and watched her topple backwards; then pounced; taking a mental note to thank my genius- and the hours I put in to learn kick boxing.

 

This was the time for me to take in her current level of pissed off, and shit, I was as good as dead.

 

Oh well

 

“Give me the ruler,” I ordered

 

Eden glared, stretching her arm out when I tried to grab it.

 

“Give me the ruler!”

 

“Fuck yourself!”

 

I made a dive for it, my balance bucking me once again. I felt her entire body lurch as the breath was bucked out of her, Eden gripping into my shoulders trying to push me away.

 

“GET OFF, YOU BITCH!”

 

Wrong answer.

 

I grabbed her shoulders as she threw me off and rolled so we ended up in the same position in a different place, straddling her before she could try again. She was behaving as if I were some musty stranger that abducted her from off the streets, writhing and struggling to get back up- strange thing was it was actually quite a turn on. Until she started screaming.

 

“GET OFF ME YOU CUNT-FUCKING BITCH BASTARD! I SWEAR TO GODS I`M GOING TO CUT IT OFF WITH A BUTTER KNIFE, THEN MAKE YOU-”

 

Much better.

 

The rest of her threat was screamed into my mouth, dead to other human ears. Her fingernails dug mercilessly through my clothing, but otherwise I thought she had given up.

 

Until she kicked me.

 

I broke out of the kiss in time for the breath to be bucked out of me; gasping to get it back. She took the opportunity wisely and smacked me on the same bruised cheek with the ruler, nearly throwing me off her if I didn't grab into her in time to brace my weight.

 

I almost forgot about that damn ruler…

 

If the last smack didn't leave a mark, this last one did; then the next one, then the- I snatched her wrist, pushing weight against what felt like rock to curb the blow. The blood was rushing to my head, throbbing painfully within my skull, while Eden's face seemed to show no real strain at all, staring stonily at my reddening face; then at the ruler.

 

“Who the fuck is Saunders?”

 

“Who…The fuck…Cares-”

 

Banzai! I pried the ruler from her fingers, throwing it across the room as if it were a grenade; Eden watching its flight.

 

“You almost broke Saunders's ruler!”

 

“I don't fucking care!”

 

Eden only stared; you'd think by now I'd have learned that means she's plotting something evil, but noo…The company, the world, I'm a genius, but when it comes to women…Well what man really understands women? Well, except for gay people. Then again, that's probably why they go gay in the first place.

 

Thank gods my thoughts are my own

 

I smirked at this as I leaned forward to kiss her again, realizing my blunder a little too late to avoid the spit now oozing down my upper lip.

 

…Eww…

 

It's not like Eden and I ever exchanged spit, we were doing so even before our I do's. But still…

 

…Eww…

 

I glared, using my sleeve to wipe off the saliva, a cold tremor riding up my spine.

 

“Feisty are we?”

 

“Did you find that out all by yourself?” Eden wanted to know in mock surprise, “congratulations, Seto, do you want a cookie?”

 

No, but something that rhymes with it.

 

Realizing her wrist was still in my hand, I dove down for the other, pinning them at either side of her head and grinned at her, not giving her another chance to retaliate as I kissed her; biting her bottom lip in revenge. Eden twitched slightly, hissing as I lapped at the blood, grinning sadistically.

 

Revenge tasted like metal, but was oh so sweet…

 

I pulled away as she took her bottom lip in her mouth, sucking at the cut and glared at me.

 

“As if you didn't enjoy that,” I said tiredly, “you can deny it all you want, Eden, but I know you want it.”

 

She answered with an outstretched middle finger.

 

Oh yeah, she wants it.

 

I bent forwards, letting my attention drift down to her neck, then her collarbone, listening as she sucked in her breath, then hissed something in Arabic that I knew by tone wasn't pleasant, but I ignored it, bringing her legs to wrap around my waist before unfastening my pants again. At this moment she realized what I was doing and gripped with her life onto my shoulders, trying again to push me off, but I didn't give her the chance to say no, shoving into her.

 

I should have known she would scream, drowning the sound out with my mouth as I set a pace, the pain of this erection starting to become unbearable. But as much as I'd like to get rid of it, I want to enjoy this- me and her both. It's as if somehow her insides could shape themselves over again from each past fucking. How fast could I go? With every thrust seemed to follow an orgasm; with every orgasm made my adrenaline go insane- like drinking a case of Red Bull. I had to go quicker, or do something else; had to work this off. I released her mouth to groan loudly, trembling as it came closer to the edge. For my last act, I bit down into the side of her neck, the taste of blood, the sound of her screaming rushing through my head as I came finally, letting my eyes roll into the back of my head momentarily; then pulled backwards. Eden only looked at me, her expression glazed and almost unreadable. Was she exhausted already? We've went longer than this, but then again, nothing today makes sense.

 

Sighing, I fell down to lie by her side, unable to bring myself to break the silence- it's supposedly golden after all.

 

This is the first time gold made my blood run cold.