Hello.
I thought this story deserved an update, even though I'm trying to finish off Holiday Blues. I didn't want to neglect it for so long that I lost my train of thought! The second epilogue for HB should still be up by the end of the week.
'Trip Through Your Wires' is a song by U2. I hope I don't get sued for using it as a chapter title. It just...made sense.
Warning: This chapter is definitely, definitely rated M. I'm just hoping I haven't gone too far. I tried to keep it under control, but it's a kind of precarious line to walk along. If anyone thinks I need to edit this to make it a little less...well, you know...please tell me. I don't know if it was the music I was listening to while writing it or what!
Just to remind you: At the end of chapter 3 Seto and Anzu referred to an incident where they were almost caught together by Yugi, Honda, and Jounouchi. That is what this chapter details. I hope you all enjoy it!
The Night Before
Chapter 4: A Trip Through Your Wires
x Flashback: Summer Duel Monsters Tournament x
Yawn.
Anzu sighed, tossing her dark hair and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She hated to admit it, but she was bored. Yugi and Jounouchi were currently dueling each other, a friendly, spur of the moment exhibition here in the atrium of Kaiba Corp's largest downtown building. A short summer Duel Monsters tournament was being held at several locations throughout Domino, slated to begin officially later that afternoon. At present, people were gathering to watch the duel, trade cards, and explore the myriad booths that had been set up throughout the building by a variety of vendors.
Anzu usually enjoyed watching her friends duel, but today she couldn't seem to focus. She adjusted her short denim skirt, looking to the left only to find Honda-- her only source of company at the moment-- deeply engaged in flirtation with a blushing Shizuka.
Great, now I'm really on my own. Maybe I'll go explore a bit...
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Little did Anzu know, there was someone watching her closely. Seto Kaiba was leaning on the railing one floor above, in perfect position to overlook the activities taking place in the atrium. From the moment she'd walked in, his eyes had hardly left her.
He had figured the two of them might not get a chance to see each other for the next few days, at least not privately. He was busy with the tournament, and Anzu would be constantly surrounded by her irritating geek friends. However, as he watched her flip her hair, bite her lip, and squirm around inside that maddeningly short skirt, he felt his temperature start to rise and his grip on the railing tighten. He knew he had to have her in his arms, as soon as humanly possible.
Sooner than Seto expected, he saw his chance. All her friends were occupied and she appeared to be sneaking away for who knows what reason. There were enough people around...enough places to hide...nobody would notice a thing. Smirking, Seto bounded down the nearest staircase, dark hair fluttering across blue eyes that sparked with the fire of determination.
After all, when Seto Kaiba wanted something as badly as he wanted Anzu Mazaki just then, he wasn't the type to let it slip away.
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Still oblivious to his advances, the object of Seto's desire had been idly exploring and observing the activities going on around her. The atrium of this particular Kaiba Corp building was spacious and well lit, from the sun shining brightly through the bluish glass that encased it.
The sharp light made Anzu's sky blue eyes twinkle with a silvery brilliance. She squinted as she reached one edge of the spacious area, pausing at the entrance to a small corridor to look back once more at the gathered crowd. It gave her a rather nostalgic feeling to see so many familiar faces. And she was pleased to observe that there didn't seem to be anyone dangerous, anyone menacing, any crazed white-haired psychopaths bent on sprees of destruction...
Maybe this would just be a nice peaceful tournament for a change.
Just as Anzu had this thought, she felt a hand clamp tightly over her mouth.
Aaagh! A kidnapper!
She began to struggle, trying to scream; but the hand was too firm across her mouth to let a sound escape her, the arm that was dragging her backwards wrapped too tightly around her midsection to permit anything but futile kicking and flailing.
She was being dragged into the narrow corridor, really starting to panic when--
"Shhh, it's me, you idiot!"
Oh. Ohhhh...
Anzu finally relaxed, sensing the pleasing familiarity of the body pressed against her. She had been too busy thinking he was a megalomaniac or a pervert to notice the scent of his aftershave. Well, sometimes he seemed to be a bit of both...
She didn't have much time to wonder what he was up to as he tumbled them both through a small wooden door. Their destination was apparently a supply closet. There were boxes piled in one corner and circuit breakers and electrical wiring lining one wall. Before Anzu had time to think, 'how romantic', Seto flipped her body around to face his, depositing her into a sitting position atop the lone desk inside the dimly lit room. His legs sandwiched with hers as the hand that had been clamped over her mouth was replaced with hungry, seeking lips.
Anzu gasped into his mouth as he leaned into her, kissing her with such violent passion you would think they hadn't seen each other in months. She was really quite astonished, running her hands up his abdomen and over his shoulders to hook behind his neck, that she could have this kind of effect on a guy as supposedly cold as him.
Sighing at the loss as Seto broke the kiss, Anzu's mind reeled and her whole body throbbed when she saw just how he was looking at her. Powerful lust, sensual promise, and a strangely contradictory fierce tenderness.
It was here, pinned up against a desk in a supply closet, looking into those agonizingly deep blue eyes, that she first realized it.
She realized that she was in love with him.
Anzu grasped her arms tightly around Seto as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. His hands were cradling her hips, thumbs rubbing circles and occasionally dipping beneath the waistband of her skirt. They were locked in this embrace for several long moments, simply enjoying the feel of each other.
Feeling Seto's lips and teeth begin to graze over the sensitive skin of her neck, Anzu leaned back slightly. One of her small hands stroked absently through his remarkably soft hair, the other caressing the side of his face and the highly responsive area just behind his ear. She found the skin of his earlobe so velvet-soft that she just had to lean over and pull gently at it with her lips.
Seto released a ragged growl, clamping onto her neck with his teeth. Anzu was surprised to find that the small jolt of pain from his bite only enhanced her already powerful desire for him. She felt a hand sliding up the outside of her thigh, long teasing fingers slipping underneath her skirt. Anzu's hips jerked forward as Seto's fingertips traced along the edge of her cotton panties.
From somewhere deep beneath the haze she was currently experiencing, Anzu suddenly realized the precarious nature of their situation. Surely they couldn't...do that...in here...
Seto apparently had other ideas. She felt his free hand caress up her side under her shirt, gripping a breast as the fingers of the other hand hooked one side of her underwear and began to pull it slowly down...
"S--Seto--" God, she could barely speak! "We shouldn't-- I mean, someone might find us in here--"
He silenced her with a short, bruising kiss. Her lips tingled as she felt him whisper against them. "I don't care who finds us. I need to have you right now..."
Anzu whimpered, finally overtaken completely by his desperately erotic voice. She fumbled with his belt buckle as his tongue slipped into her mouth once again. Her dazed mind wondered what her parents would say if they knew she was about to have sex, practically fully clothed, in a closet full of cleaning supplies and electrical wiring. This thought fluttered away into the stratosphere as she felt Seto sliding swiftly into her.
It took every ounce of self control she possessed not to scream his name as he entered her. Waves of pleasure shot through her entire body like electricity through those wires on the wall as they connected, and Seto moaned incoherently into the side of her neck.
Her body took over from her mind. Her hands slid up and down his back inside his shirt, fingernails scratching and caressing as he pushed her down onto the desk and hooked one strong arm beneath her leg. They ground against each other frantically, time and place forgotten, each completely focused on the sensations they were experiencing.
That is, until they registered the sound of several voices, worryingly nearby, calling out Anzu's name...
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"Where's Anzu?"
Yugi and Jounouchi had finished their duel quite quickly. They had dueled using mostly lower level monsters, rather disappointing the crowd. Neither had wanted to waste their energy getting into a serious duel, in the interest of saving up their mojo for any possible official tournament duels later in the evening.
Honda looked around, perplexed. "Huh? Anzu? She was here just a minute ago..." He tried not to look embarrassed. Obviously, he'd been too absorbed by Shizuka to notice his friend's departure.
"I'm sure she hasn't gone far," chirped Yugi. "Let's look for her."
The three guys and Shizuka wandered around the atrium looking for Anzu. After a thorough search, there was still no sign of her.
Yugi frowned. "You guys don't think something...happened to her, do you?"
"Nah," Jounouchi shook his head, "I bet she just went somewhere else in the building."
"Why don't we check a few of these hallways? Maybe she got bored and went exploring."
After trips down several dead-end corridors, the four came across a narrower hallway near a staircase. They had increasingly worried expressions on their faces.
"Might as well try this way. Hey! Aaaanzuuuu!"
They proceeded down the hall, calling Anzu's name. It seemed to be empty of people, and they were about to turn back when Honda noticed a door. "Wonder what's in there?"
Jounouchi waved a hand dismissively. "That's just an old supply closet."
Shizuka looked at her brother curiously. "How do you know that, anyway?"
"Eh heh..." He smiled guiltily. "So I snooped around here once. No big deal!"
"Well, maybe we should look anyway..." Yugi was concerned. After all, pretty bad stuff had happened to Anzu before.
Jounouchi shrugged and reached for the doorknob. Just as he was about to grasp it, he was stopped by an exclamation from Honda.
"Look guys! It's Mokuba! Maybe he's seen her!"
The four hurried back down the hallway toward the younger Kaiba brother, thoughts of the supply closet forgotten.
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'Hey! Aaaanzuuuu!'
Seto froze, crashing back down to Earth from the cloud of frenzied lust he'd been floating on. His eyes locked with Anzu's, which had gone wide with shock.
That had sounded like the dog...but wasn't he busy dueling that shrimp Yugi? How long had they been in here anyway?
'Wonder what's in there?'
The voices were getting closer. Neither Seto or Anzu could move or make a sound. They realized exactly how compromising their current position was; she was sprawled across the desk with her skirt hiked up, hands gripping Seto's shoulders, with him still buried about as deep inside her as he could possibly go...
They stared at each other as they heard the voices right outside the door. Far from being turned off, Seto actually felt himself getting even harder as a result of the tense situation. There was something impossibly hot about the idea of her little friends discovering them like this...
Seto's hips gave an involuntary twitch, causing him to slide an extra millimeter into Anzu. He hurriedly slapped a hand over her mouth for the second time that day, hearing a high-pitched moan begin to erupt from deep within her.
Fortunately, Honda had shouted out at the same time.
'...Mokuba! Maybe he's seen her!'
Footsteps could be heard hurrying off in the opposite direction.
Seto slowly removed his hand from Anzu's mouth, dragging his fingertips across her lips. They were both breathing in shallow gasps.
That had been close...
As the fear of discovery subsided, Seto felt Anzu's hips rolling against his insistently.
"Oh..."
He slammed his lips back down onto hers as they resumed their activities at an even more heated pace. The adrenaline rush was too great for either of them to even consider stopping now.
Fifteen minutes later, the two emerged sneakily from the closet looking rumpled and extremely satisfied. The light blue sash that had been strung through the belt loops of Anzu's skirt was now draped artfully around her neck to hide the extremely prominent love bite Seto had bestowed upon her.
When she had rejoined her friends, Jounouchi had surprisingly been the most suspicious. He didn't seem too impressed with her story about running into Otogi and getting caught up in a lengthy chat. He was pretty sure Otogi didn't wear expensive cologne, and that was what Anzu seemed to smell like...
x End Flashback x
"Jounouchi watched me like a hawk after that. I was sure he would find us out before the summer was over."
Seto and Anzu were sitting next to each other on the stone wall at the lookout, each frankly struggling with extremely dirty thoughts after remembering the supply closet incident. Seto had allowed an oblivious Mokuba to eat as many cookies as he wanted when they arrived home that night as thanks for his timely appearance on the scene.
"He always was your nosiest, most annoying friend. Seems like he still is." Seto glanced down at her, frowning slightly at the mere thought of Jounouchi. "Did you see him harassing me at the party earlier?"
Anzu took Seto's hand, stroking her thumb across his knuckles.
"You don't give Jou enough credit. After all, weren't his suspicions correct?"
Seto merely shrugged, twining his fingers with hers.
"He's always been a bit overprotective of me. Like a brother, I guess. I'll never forget the lecture he gave me at the airport when I left for New York."
Seto raised an eyebrow, imploring her to continue.
Oh, this should be good...
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Whew, that was intense. And extremely naughty! What's gotten into me these days? (sigh)
I realized just now that I forgot to describe Seto's clothes in this chapter. If anyone has a good idea for an outfit for him to be wearing, tell me in a review and I'll go back and add it in later.
So, what did Jounouchi say at the airport? And how did Seto react to Anzu's departure? That will be covered in the next chapter, which will start meandering away from pure smut territory and into the mysterious land of a story that actually has some semblance of a plot.
Review and let me know what you think, especially as pertains to possible removal of some of the smuttier material in this chapter. I don't want to end up with a suspended account!