Some smut, as promised. Last chapter was a bit dark.

-BB

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Blue eyes narrowed at the light coming from the study from the house behind his. Since she'd started pulling the thread of the pregnant woman, she'd locked herself away in her study. She still messaged him every day, but she hadn't asked to come over nor had she asked for his company. It had been almost a week since he'd seen her.

Dragon: Go to bed.

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Flynn: No. Make me. I'm quite busy.

Dragon: That's how you earn a spanking.

Flynn: Well if that's the case, I'll be up all night. ;)

Kaiba's brow lifted. That sounded like a challenge. Collecting his night bag, and ensuring he had everything this time, he asked Roland to walk him around the block to the woman's house.

"You think it's too soon to build a tunnel?" He asked the guard.

Roland hummed, appearing to give it a look of thought. "Perhaps, Seto-Sama. But I'm sure given enough time, Doctor Howards would be willing to humor the idea."

"I think she actually likes me Roland."

"You say that as if it's a hard thing sir, I like you."

Kaiba chuckled. "Thanks, Roland."

"Of course, sir… though if I may speak candidly?"

"Sure."

"I like Doctor Howards. She brings out the best in you, sir."

Kaiba gave a chuckle and smiled at Roland. "I very much agree with you."

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Seto quietly let himself in, left his bag by the stairs, and moved toward the study. The kitchen light was on, but Mike was still here. She was in the study. He pushed the door back, and found the room in complete disarray. Books everywhere. Post-its littering every other page. The woman herself was drawing on what appeared to be a freshly bought smart board, the mechanical pen appearing on the computer.

Her hair was a wreck and she was in clothing that looked days old. The office held evidence of her denning, a nest on the couch, several tea cups on the desk. She had headphones on, her body swaying a bit to whatever it was she was listening too. A path had been left to the desk, or perhaps forged. Mike had clearly been seeing to her.

Shutting and locking the door behind him, he moved to the desk. Shutting the lid to the laptop, he watched the board flicker before the pen flashed red as she went to press down. She looked at it, at the board, before turning her gaze narrowed in irritation.

Her eyes flew wide in surprise, before the pupil's immediately expanded taking in his image. Her hands came up to pull down the headphones and hang them from her neck. "What are you doing here, you naughty boy? Sneaking into my house in the night?"

"I've come to collect." Seto rubbed his palms together and smirked. "How long have you been in here?"

"Oh come on, I was only teasing…"

His brows lifted as he slowly closed the gap between them. "So you admit it? Tormenting me with such an image with no intention of following through?"

Her cheeks blushed a heated red, and she stammered a bit. "I… well I-"

"How long have you been in here?" He asked her again.

"What's today?"

"Saturday."

"Blimey, is it really?" She looked up through her fringe. "Time's gotten away from me."

"How long, Flynn?"

"Tuesday? I think? Late Tuesday." Four days. The man himself was guilty of a week at one point, but that was at his worst.

"I think 10 for each day will do nicely." He told her, gently steering her to lean up against the board.

"W-what? Seto-" She caught herself and hands took a healthy squeeze of her backside. His mouth found her neck. He ground his aching hardness into her. Since he'd hatched this little plan he'd thought of little else. The thought of the flesh in his hands rippling against his swats made him hard enough to cut glass.

He felt it when she gave herself to him. When her body opened to his touch and quietly asked for it. Pressing back into his heat. Seto hummed and ran his hand over the arch of her hip to her front. She gave a soft shudder when his fingers slipped past her waistband.

"Tell me to stop, and I will." He murmured against the shell of her ear.

"Don't stop."

Beautiful words, as she wasn't anywhere close to ready to take him.

He moved her hips out and pulled down her leggings, leaving them tangled around her feet. The first swat caused a squeak to leave her before she stifled it. Quick thinking had him shoving her t-shirt up her back and towards her head.

"What ar-" Yanking it over her head, he shoved the bundle in her mouth, her teeth bit down on it and immediately poured a moan into it when a hard swat followed.

He counted each one. All the way to 40. She was shaking, so was he. His mind was thick in a haze of single focus. Counting. Watching. He dropped to his knees and spread her red cheeks. She whimpered behind the gag. A long string of fluid dripped from her folds. He buried his face into her. Her musky arousal only fueled his hunger as he fed on her flesh. He heard the whimpered sobs into her shirt, and felt the quake in her thighs. Seto yanked on his belt and shoved open his pants. He stroked himself firmly, and heard her moan long and hard.

She was watching. She did that sometimes. She liked it when he touched himself. He made his sweeps pointedly slow and languid. Teasing himself. Teasing her. Finally, she spat out the shirt and growled.

"Seto Kaiba, If you don't fuck me right now, you're the one that's getting a bloody spanking."

"That's not how you ask." He told her.

"Setooooo." She whined, wiggling her backside against his face.

"Closer." He told her, leaning his head back to watch a pair of his fingers disappear inside her sopping insides.

"Please…" She was absolutely ready for him, there could be no question of that now.

Getting to his feet, he shoved her front flush with the wall, yanking one leg free of the tights and resting it in the crook of his elbow. Pulled open for him.

Being inside her was nothing short of bliss. He would never grow tired of that welcome. The way her body squeezed and relaxed as he sank inside.

He found her neck with his mouth. She was so tight this way, every muscle clung to his length, but her wetness allowed him to move freely. A snarling urge to rut, claim, own his woman. The pace he started was brutal. Deep, rolling thrusts that drove him to the hilt. She squealed and he reached up to shove his hand over her mouth digging his fingers between her lips, using it as leverage to pull her back into him.

Wet, slick sounds filled the room behind her stifled whimpers and his low groans into her neck. Finally he yanked the digits out and moved them down to the hard little bud above where they were joined. He felt her lurch.

"Are you going to cum, koibito?"

"Mhmm." She whimpered.

He slammed into her harder, his eyes rolling back as he felt her snap. Her body jerked and arched hard in his hold and her walls squeezed him so hard the man could barely breathe.

She shuddered and he stilled inside her, feeling the ripples of her release along his shaft. He was teetering. He wanted to cum so bad, but it had been crucial that she found her enjoyment from their game.

Her remaining leg on the floor shook, and without a thought he pulled himself free to turn her to face him. She flopped hard against the wall behind her, lips wet with spit, the shirt wet as well. He yanked it off completely and shoved down the displaced bra to free her sweet breasts.

Pressing her front flush with his own, he scooped her into his arms and used the wall to hold her while he sank back in.

Glazed green eyes fell shut as she moaned, her arms coming to his shoulders.

"I love your face when you cum." He breathed against her flesh, winded but starting a steady rocking into her, drawing her gorgeous features to curl in pleasure.

"I love how you say my name and squeeze me so tight I see stars."

"Seto…"

She was curling into him now, her legs wrapped around his hips, drawing him harder.

"Bite. Bite me- Please, please." She was squirming desperately.

He could only obey. He bit hard, and another orgasm tore through her. Seto didn't make it through that one. Teeth in her neck, her taste on his tongue, and his cock in her heat.

He drove himself in, climbing for his own release now. Harder, deeper, it itched just out of reach until she gave a hard yank on his hair to indicate her pain.

He moaned into the bite as he poured himself inside her, his cock pulsing in sharp, hard jerks. His vision dimmed around the edges for a moment, and they stayed that way while he adjusted.

Finally the pulses stopped, and he took a sharp breath through his nose, tasting copper on his lips. As the blue eyed man eyed his mark, he saw that he'd drawn blood. Too hard. He would make a point to be more careful.

He hummed and nuzzled her face with his. If she was upset by the bite, she didn't show it. Instead she nuzzled him back, finding his lips for a slow, lazy meeting.

"You're perfect." She murmured.

He gave her a smile and peppered her with soft kisses. "That is you, koi… come on, let's go upstairs. A soak in that tub is overdue."

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"So, what did you find in all that fuss? Clearly something." Said the brunet lazily as they laid naked from another round after their bath.

"I have found so much, Seto… I can't believe I allowed Bakura to discourage me from looking into it." She pulled her phone from the spot on the nightstand next to his.

"Do not have her name, or any real details on her still. Which is disappointing. However, we know she was in her mid 30s or so when she died. She held Greek descent. So she wasn't from Egypt. She was someone important to Bakura, enough for him to try and bury her properly, but, I suspect trouble. His behavior when we uncovered her and now makes me believe she was his lover, and he thinks that child was his."

"What do you mean?" Asked the brunet.

"I mean… I think we are...repeating something. I know you don't believe in the mystical fates, but there's something going on here…" Her eyes flicked up.

"The walls speak of a Priest. They don't say him by name, or his God, but that's who her burial chamber was trapped against. I also found this image, and I asked Ryou about it." She flicked through her phone until she pulled up the image of a large jar. Kaiba recognized it immediately.

"That's a Dragon Capture Jar."

"Yes." She confirmed.

They were quiet for a long moment. "He must have been quite concerned about this Dragon Priest." Said the brunet.

"That I'm quite certain of. I called Ishizu, as you know. Do you know why?"

"She lives in a tomb." Said Seto dryly.

"There's that, however, there's a bit more to it than that… you know of the necklace?"

His lip curled as he looked down at her. She gave a motion of patience.

"As much as I like Ishizu, she focuses too hard on the future. Too much can be changed that way. If you know what's coming, you can inadvertently screw it up or change it. I wanted to know what's already happened."

Kaiba knew that necklace held the ability that she wanted. He'd experienced it himself when she gave him Obelisk.

"And?"

"She never got back to me. Though she did confirm some of my thoughts in an email. She wouldn't tell me who the woman was either, but she told me her death was tragic. I asked her how she died of course, but she didn't say. She said I'd find out on my own."

Flynn gave a flash of irritation. "It's one step forward and two back. I've called Max, but he's busy, he warned me he might be a while." She sighed. "It's alright. I'll figure it out, just venting. It's like the deeper I go, the more hurdles I have to jump through."

Seto took her phone and tossed it over the side of the bed before wrapping his arms around her. She cozied to his form immediately.

"I don't care what Fate says… I like being here with you."

"I like being here with you too." She replied. Her lips were soft, and always so sweet.

"I have something fun for you." He murmured.

"Oh, let me hear it." She said back.

"I have a new Duel Disk release coming in a week. The park is going to be full, there's a party planned for the Board, a small day tournament, the works. Would you like to join me for it?" He smirked as he trailed a finger along the curve of one cheek.

"Is it a designer affair? I need some new dresses."

"Very much a designer affair if you're going to be with me. I would, of course, be happy to accommodate."

Her brow rose. "You want to take me shopping?"

"I would absolutely love to take you shopping. We'll need something for the park, and a gown for dinner, and anything that catches our fancy."

"Oh my, that sounds like just what I need." She groaned, wrapping her arms around him.

"Tomorrow? You busy?"

"I'm not… well I don't have anything planned at any rate… Dad's been splitting Tito with Ryou. He doesn't mind, he likes time with Tito, but I'll mention it at breakfast."

Seto smiled at her. "Perfect."

She gave him a playful smile of her own. "Yes, you are."

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