Extremes Part ½

A/N: Normally, I leave this for the bottom, but before you sink your teeth into this I'm going to explain a little bit. This is a two shot fic based on a character outline of Kaiba I found that stated he could fall at either sexual extreme depicted and fluctuate between them. It also mentioned that chance of bondage/fetishes given his character is high. So, Ivé decided to venture at these extremes. One will be called "Power" and the other "Submission" Please message me if you want a link to the outline. These are AU blushipping as well. Enjoy.

It was late, and the street lights gleemed over the dark streets as Seto drove through the night, his grip steady on the steering wheel. Mokuba was in bed and business was done for the night. It was time for him to have his indulgence.

The winding streets led to a suburban area, filled with houses and trees, sidewalks and porch lamps. Almost automatically he curved towards the curb and parked. Cutting the engine he opened the door and slid the keys into his pocket. Blood rushed through his veins and his heart pounded as he approached the door. It was opened before he was able to knock.. She was dressed in a black satin robe and held a glass of wine in her hand. Her eyes told him she had been waiting as he led her inside. Her long white hair contrasted her robe, as did her pale skin, but he said nothing. Kisara passed him a glass of red wine as he sat down on the couch to consume it. Her demeanor was calm, but stern, direct, but gentle.

"You're late," she stated cooly. Her voice was smooth and sweet, like sugar on ice cream. He shrugged and sighed, taking an indulgent drink from his glass.

"Mokuba woke up and got scared, I had to calm him down," he explained apathetically. The understanding on her face was blatant, and obvious. Kaiba took another drink and stared into the glass, watching the red liquid swirl. To him, this was the preview to the show, and he took this time, this moment and time to prepare himself.

Sacrifice was never easy, especially for him. He was too used to being in control. Giving it away felt like giving away a piece of his soul, but it was the only way he could relieve himself of the stress he faced. It was the only way he could feel genuine pleasure, a feeling that for too long had been foreign to him. It had escaped him for so long that he felt he was due the enjoyment, the utter contentment, and sexual satisfaction he had been denied.

Somehow, he had found her. She was the only one who could tame him, the only one that was able to strip him of the power and control he had held for so long. The only one that could give him the release that he desperately needed. Kisara was every thing he wasn't. She was demure, soft spoken and submissive in public, but behind closed doors was another story. When he finished his wine, she poured him another and refilled her glass, setting the empty wine bottle on the coffee table, while she leaned against the wall, near the couch where he sat.

"It's been a while since I've seen you. What has kept you so busy, Seto?" She asked with a genuine, curious, interest. He refused to make eye contact, instead staring at the flute of wine that he held in his firm, steady hand. His reply was cordial, curt but still respectful.

"Tournament finals and various other endeavors that I've been forced to get involved in." His answer was vague, but informative nonetheless. She sighed softly, taking a drink before she perched on the arm rest of the couch. Her movements were deliberate, but languid and full of grace, it had always been the first thing that enchanted him. The first thing he noticed about her character that intrigued and stuck with him, after meeting her, Seto couldn't get her off of his mind.

"You must feel overwhelmed, I can only imagine the difficulties you face," she sympathized. Kaiba scowled and gulped down his wine, interpreting her words as pity instead of general empathy.

"I don't want your pity," he sneered. Finally, meeting her gaze his crystal blue eyes, met her soft, icy ones. "You know exactly what I want," he growled in a low, careful voice. She smiled confidently and finished her wine. Setting down her glass, her free hand untied the black silk robe. Instinctively Kaiba stood up. She tossed the tie away, holding the garment shut with her hand before she wandered down the hallway with the young man in tow.

It wasn't a bedroom she led him too, no, that wouldn't be right since the room held no bed. The walls were painted a soft lilac and held a variety of toys and devices that were used to make him submit. Standing in the middle of the room he watched Kisara light a soft, red candle and place it on the table, signifying their session had started. Tenderly, she approached him and removed his white coat, a symbolic gesture stripping him of control. He no longer had a say in what would happen, his voice and opinion no longer mattered, save for the safety word she had given him. Hanging the white coat on a wall hook she turned to him with a benevolent, peaceful expression.

"Get on your knees Seto," She instructed. Obediantly, but reluctantly he listened, dropping to his leather clad knees. His eyes never left her form as she removed her robe. Dressed in a leather corset and boots, accented with fishnets, she approached him. Cradling his chin in her delicate hand, she confirmed their relationship. "Who is in control right now?" she demanded in a firm, melodic voice that perked the hairs on the back of his neck, stirring a lust deep inside the pit of his stomach.

"You are in control," he hatefully admitted. Kaiba hated having his perversion stated to his face, but he knew he was pertinent to his safety. Clenching his teeth with an eager arousal he waited for her next demand. Curiously, she toyed with one of the blue leather straps that adorned his right arm.

"Lose the shirt, but leave the leather, I'll use it later," she taunted in a cynical way that left a burning deep inside his soul, hidden behind the cerulean blue windows to his vulnerability. The air was thick and tense with his desire as he eagerly awaited her next command. Removing the black turtleneck he adjusted the straps on his bare arms after he tossed the garment aside in a heap on the floor. Kisara bit her lip with a mischievous smile. Leaning forward she tugged and released one of the straps, before pulling one off the other arm for symmetry. Mindlessly, she played with the straps, contemplating her next action. Carefully, she wrapped one of the straps around his neck, holding it loosely in her experienced, steady hand. The intensity of his arousal was growing as she knelt in front of him, craftily tightening the leather and cutting off his air supply. Seto's breathing became shallow and thready as she restricted his air supply, creating a deep red mark that would eventually bruise. Giving slack, the man gasped for air, his vision blurring with the intensity of her actions.

Pushing him onto his back she straddled him and took up the leather strap once again, watching as he struggled against her, his heavy hand embraced her arm, silently pleading for air. Leaning forward, she let her lips embrace his ear, nipping the soft skin gently before she released her grip and watched him struggle to breathe. His lust intensified, pressing against her creamy white thigh. Taking the other leather strap she bound his hands together pushing them above his head.

"Tell me what you want," she panted heavily against his ear, tangling her left hand in his intimately. Swallowing the lump in his throat he desperately tried to piece together his thoughts into coherent words. Now was not the time to stumble like an amateur.

"I want you," he began in a deep, solemn voice that didn't seem to be his. "I want you to take everything from me. I want you to satisfy the yearnings that occupy the deep recesses of my mind. I...I want you to give me what you know I need," he panted, beads of sweat forming on his brow and neck. She grinned, tracing his engorged lip with her manicured finger.

"And what is it you need from me, Seto?" she prodded in a gentle purr. Her gentle touch invaded the deepest parts of his soul, spurring profound, ancient feelings from the depths of his heart. That was not what he felt, nor what he saw. Before him knelt the only woman that knew how to control him, that knew how to tap in to the darkest pits of his wanton sexual needs.

"Everything," he growled, in a voice that mimicked a beast. She gripped his shaggy brown hair and pulled his head towards her, forcing him to meet her eyes. His breath came in short pants as the intensity of her gaze nearly sent him over the edge.

"Everything means anything I want, doesn't it, Seto?" she purred in a voice that was slowly driving him mad. Swallowing hard against the light pressure on his throat he confirmed her observation.

"Yes, anything Mistress," he begged in a coarse voice. The leather tightened once more and Kisara could see the beginning of the blue and purple swirls that would make up a temporary flaw in his pale sinew, human body. Humans were fragile, the settling purple under his pale skin was concrete proof of that, but he wanted it. And he wanted it bad. Kaiba struggled for air while her hand expertly undid his pants, taking control of his arousal. Neither of them could deny their wants or their needs, the encounter had turned into a sensual display of control that Seto craved. He couldn't speak when she took him, and when Kisara released the strap constricting his air intake he could do nothing but gasp for air and buck his hips against hers, his hands helplessly bound above his head.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving angry red marks that he would conceal with clothing. His hand clenched, fingernails digging into his palms in a delightfully painful way. With a single languid movement her lips were at his throat, licking the sweat beaded skin, slowly. Kaiba felt a shudder emanate through his spine before her teeth scratched against the marred, red flesh. He didn't know when she had taken him, but he was all in, his hips rocking rhythmically against hers. Seto ached to taste her skin, to feel the warm, malleable flesh that was her corporeal existence. His mind was spinning, deluded and clouded by the physical indulgence he had longed for. Yet, her mind couldn't be any clearer, her actions precise, thought out and expert. This was her realm he was in, and he knew that. He knew that he would never be able to do what he wanted to her, that he would always be under her control. The everything blurred as ecstasy and euphoria found them, cradling them in a warm, embrace.

Kisara pulled the straps off of his neck and hands, releasing him before she stood up, eloquently wiping the sweat from her brow. Towering over him, in leather kept him reeling. Pressing his head against the floor he took a deep breath and regained his composure.

"You did well Seto," she remarked pulling the black robe back over her shoulders, much to his dismay. With several heavy breaths the man made himself decent and rose to his feet, grabbing the black turtleneck from the floor.

"And you've left me speechless, once again Kisara," he answered with a sincerity that was unfamiliar to him. Pulling off his remaining leather straps he shoved them into his pocket before slipping the shirt over his head. Fully clothed once more she offered him the leather they had used in their encounter, and he took it with a reverent gaze, slipping them into the same pocket. Silently she strode over and grabbed his coat, handing it back with a satisfied smile. With his symbol of power returned to him, he gave her a final gracious grin and sauntered out of the room and towards the front door.

"Don't forget who you are, Seto," she called in a firm, yet still uncertain voice. He paused momentarily, flashes of his hellish trip to Egypt flooding his mind. He smirked, playing into her game seamlessly.

"It seems our roles have been reversed, hasn't it?" he mused. Opening the door he strode outside into the cool, quiet night. Gazing into the stars he briefly reflected on his ordeal with a perverted grin before made his way to the car, and rode off into the dawn.

Other A/N: this has been floating around in my head for a while, but I was hesitant to write this two-shot (next one soon, hopefully) I'm not going to lie, but I got pretty drunk while writing this so I'm sure there's spelling errors and for that I'm sorry. I'm not apologizing for the smut though. We'll see if I regret this in the morning. Much love to all my readers and reviewers and I'll see you in the next chapter (Power) Feedback is much, much appreciated. XOXO