Reluctant Surrender 4

Rain pounded against the car as he made his way down slicked streets. Glossy streetlights reflected off the wet, shiny road. Seto tapped his hand against the steering wheel idly as he drove, before pullinh uncomfortably at his tie. He decided to forgo the umbrella and walked through the pouring rain to the porch of the little cookie cutter house.

She was in front of the door, shielded from rain by the overhang. Tossing her cigarette aside she pulled him into the house and out of the storm. Dripping water everywhere Kisara threw him a towel and told him to dry off. After removing his suit coat he looked around the room and furrowed his brow. All of the cats were dressed in sweaters with large floppy wings.

"What the hell did you do to those cats?" he demanded. She smiled and giggled, handing him a glass of wine.

"I turned them into baby dragons," she said offhandedly. Kaiba could barely believe what he had heard baby dragons. Where on earth did she come up with that?

"Cats can't be dragons, for one they're cats and two, dragons aren't 6 inches tall and weigh two lbs. Cats have fur, dragons have scales. How can you even compare the two? they're nothing alike!" he raved. She calmly took a sip of her wine and picked up the furball that had stolen her spot on the chair.

"Oh fuck off. I just like dragons. Leave it to you to suck the fun out of everything," she remarked. "Don't forgot you have to name the black and white one," she added, uncorking a bottle of wine and pouring two glasses. Seto looked at the little ball of fluff that was sitting at his feet.

"We'll call him shit head," he announced. Kisara furrowed her brow in disapproval.

"That's not funny. Give him a real name," she snapped, taking a drink and lighting a cigarette. He wasn't feeling creative, and looked at the small creature with disdain.

"How about Dragon?" he offered. She blew out a cloud of smoke.

"I suppose. It's pretty generic though," she replied. He shrugged and took a drink while Dragon mewled at his feet, clawing at his shoes. Soon he jumped up and cuddled next to him with a loud purr.

"Well he can be generic, I'm not fond enough of him to care," he snarked. She sighed in annoyance and decided to change the topic.

"What are you in the mood for tonight?" she inquired gazing into her glass of wine though fully. Her long silver hair was pulled into a loose braid at the back of her neck. Dragon burrowed his way into Kaiba's coat, and curled up near one of the pockets. Annoyed he slipped off the jacket and thought about her proposition.

"I don't think I can handle any marks right now. People have been quite...nosy lately," he answered vaguely, staring at the knee length satin robe she was dressed in. His mind started wandering again, off to corrupt and dark places, but she snapped him right back.

"It's because people are always more interested in the lives of others than their own," she offered up. He chewed on her words for a while, taken with the blatant truth of her statement.

"And my life is apparently very interesting," he added taking a drink. She ashed in a green glass ash tray and looked at him with soft blue eyes.

"I'm sure it is," she mused empathetically while she watched a second kitten jump into the purple duster splayed on the couch. It curled up next to Dragon, it's red wings tucked against his mate's side.

"I don't need the stigma right now," he admitted. She nodded with understanding and crushed out her cigarette.

"Nobody wants the stigma we're associated with. That's why so many of us use pseudonyms, and why we're still considered 'underground'" Kisara explained fluidly. He loved the way she talked, or perhaps it was the effects of the wine, but there was something about her that was simply...enticing, enchanting, hell he couldn't find a word for it. Her long shapely calves peeked out from her dark robe, taking his attention. She set down her wine glass and gestured to him to follow her, which he did obediently.

After she locked the door, Kisara realized he left his jacket with the cats and couldn't help but smile to herself, before she told him to undress. Leading him to St Andrews Cross she bound his writs and ankles before blindfolding him, leaving him in darkness to rely on his hearing alone.

He could feel her finger tips ghosting over the side of his ribs towards his hips, piquing his interests. Her hand was in his hair, pulling gently.

"Who is in control right now?" she whispered, gently licking the shell of his ear. How was she able to maintain this power over him? He wondered eagerly.

"You are in control, Mistress," he begrudgingly admitted. The hair on the back of his neck was standing up, tense and anxious, he waited with bated breath. She pressed her fingers against his hipbones lightly, before she dragged them over his thighs, rousing him further. It took so little to get to him, a simple touch, a caress, embrace and he was engaged. Yet, it wasn't just any touch that left him aching, it was specifically hers, and the ever changing scents that surrounded her. Stroking his neck and chin she whispered into his ear before her hands ventured south, resting on the small of his back firmly.

"Life and Death have been in love since the dawn of time. Life creates numerous, unique and special gifts, which Death cherishes eternally." she purred into his ear.

How could it be so simple to push him over the edge? It seemed as though it came effortlessly to her, and in that short time he unraveled more than he ever wanted. Seto was still panting when she pulled off the blindfold, and still dressed in her robe. Carefully, she untied him and pulled him toward the cushions in the corner of the room. Sprawled in her lap he stared at the ceiling and wondered how he came undone at her hands, how she was invading his mind, his soul and his very being. Kaiba wasn't trying to let her in, but it was happening, and faster than he ever though possible. He yearned to know the reason, though deep down, he knew he never would, albeit, he couldn't deny he was feeling a connection to the woman who was cradling him gently.

A/N: Ok, I know this chapter isn't that smutty or exciting, but I wanted to touch on some certain points and things. Pretty soon we're going to have an actual story content chapter with no smut. So, I'm still trucking through Chaos and I'm close to the half way point on that. Much love to my readers, followers, lurkers and most of all Owlteria, for all her super awesome support and patience. I love you guys. See you in the next chapter. Read and Review XOXXO