A Billionaire Doesnt Fall In Love

by Garden-Goddess

Kaiba and his childhood friend Seral, have had an intimate relationship for two years. When they both stick to the rule of not falling in love, it leads them into trouble and perhaps.... other things.

2. When Kaiba goes ruthless

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A Billionaire Doesn't Fall In Love

By Garden Goddess

Garden Goddess Tales © 2003

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Author's Note: Hey well, here's the next chapter guys, I hope you like it. I know this is kind of well, umm… strong.. but hey, it gets better!

Warning! This story contains explicit contents of sex, drug/alcohol abuse, rape and extreme foul language. Reader Discretion is advised.

Summary: Kaiba and his childhood friend Seral, have had an intimate relationship for two years. When they both stick to the rule of not falling in love, it leads them into trouble and perhaps.... other things.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Gi Oh or any of its characters.

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Chapter Two: When Kaiba goes ruthless....

            When I woke up this morning, he was gone. Nothing unusual, he always leaves me the next morning. He's not big on what happens after realizing we had used eachother again. I wouldn't exactly say we're using eachother because neither of us settle for anyone else but it's pretty close. Now I'm lying here on the floor of his office covered in a blanket staring at the ceiling. He probably left for work already and I'm left to take care of Mokuba again. I don't really mind because I love Mokuba as though he were my own little brother but I hate hearing him talk of me and Seto as though were were a princess and her prince. We are far from that but he'd never understand.

            By the time I get downstairs, I realize Seto hadn't left for work yet. I've already showered and dressed, taking the extra time to curl my hair and adjust the hem of my skirt so that I looked extra cute. I was planning on stopping by Kaiba Corp to surprise him but I guess my plan was now sour. He hadn't even left and was sitting at the kitchen table talking to Mokuba about something. He was holding a cup of coffee, a drink he lives by, and was gazing at a newspaper which was sprawled open upon the table.

            I slowly stepped into the kitchen waiting for him to notice me. I finally gave up and walked past him to get a glass from the cupboard and pour myself some orange juice. Mokuba was the first to notice me and I just smiled at him.

            "Morning Seral!" His cheerful hello always make me feel instantly better.

            "Hello Mokuba," I said turning to him with my glass now full of orange juice. I look to find Seto not even bothering to look at me. He just continues to read the newspaper as though I weren't even there.

            I slowly lower myself into the seat across from him, making sure not to knock over Mokuba's milk from the end of the table. I try to gain some sort of eye contact with him but he blatantly ignores me. This angers me for he never acted this way the next morning before. Than again, we've never actually seen eachother this early in the morning after one of our passion filled nights. My eyebrow was beginning to twitch at how plainly arrogant he was being and I knew if I didn't say something now, I was going to end up just exploding at him later.

            "Something wrong, Seto?" I ask him casually as I took a small sip of my orange juice, looking for any type of change in his composure.

            "No, why do you ask?" Was his gruff reply.

            I eye him angrily, his eyes now locked into mine. I simply release my hold on my orange juice and raise from the table, his gaze following me. I take the newspaper from him, folding it up and setting it on the other side of the table than lean forward to keep what I'm about to say from Mokuba.

            "We need to talk - now."

            I watch his eyebrows go up and down respectfully than I step back to let him slowly stand and follow me to the next room. Mokuba was too distracted by the tv on the counter. He always watched cartoons this early in the morning and it was nearly impossible to pry him away from them.

            Once we reached the next room, he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. I place my hands upon my hips as I look at him angrily. He was being unbearable.

            "So what do you want?" He asked me with a cold tone,"I've got things to do today."

            I suddenly remove my hands from my hips and grab him by his coat, pulling him inward toward me for a hot open mouthed kiss. He's startled at first but his hands pick up and begin to touch me boldly like they had the night before. I moan in response to each trail his hands make and I release the kiss to allow him to trail butterfly kisses over the open patches of skin that was exposed by my blouse.

            Why was I doing this? I don't know. I seriously couldn't tell you. Everytime I want to yell at him, want to call him names and tell him things I've held inside for years - I chicken out and throw myself at him again. I suppose I'm afraid of losing this, being able to feel him touching me and kissing me this way. It's sad to see that I can't even tell him how I feel but what else am I supposed to do? I love him and can't tell him or I'd lose him forever.

            I gasp suddenly when he lifts me against him, raising my legs on either side of his waist. I can already feel his pulsing arousal pressing up against me and I immediately know what I'm doing is wrong. If I continually sleep with him without letting him know how I feel, than he will never know.

            I'm going to be honest. I never wanted this to begin with.

            When we first decided to push past our friendship it was when were were younger. Seto had been frustrated about his constant rivalry with Yugi and he constantly talked to me about it. He had so much pent up frustration that I had suggested he release it in another way than working constantly. Did you know he works so much because he's frustrated? Guess not. Everytime he becomes angry at something, anything, he goes to work. I guess working keeps the obvious things that frustrate him off his mind.

            The first time we had sex it was awkward. I had given myself to him, trusting him with my body and we were both left in silence and awe at how strong it was. We both never imagined that sex could be so intense. So we had come up with a deal. We had both had a rough year, him in his dueling and me in my relationships and we both decided becoming lovers would help both of us. I suppose we both didn't know it would last for this long.

            Now here I am, wrapped up in his embrace, moaning against his mouth in rythmn with his low deep groans. I can't believe the way I am acting, letting him do what he wants, letting him thrust and grind to get to his climax.

            So I pushed him away.

            Yes, I did the inevitable. I pushed the only one I've ever loved away. He stood staring at me confused, angry and surprised. This was the first time I had ever pushed him away during sex. I rested myself against the opposite wall in the hallway and realized that he had taken us all the way up the stairs and to the hallway. When we got here is a mystery to me. I must have been so caught up in our lust that I hadn't taken notice.

            "What the hell is your problem?" He asks me angrily as he fixes his clothing.

            I raised my gaze to look at him, my body was still aching for him. I had't realized the pace we had been going at. His thrusts must have been so deep and strong that I had forgotten what I was doing before I was even doing it. I pressed down my skirt and let out a deep breath.

            "I've broken the rule."

            I watched his expression remain the same and furrow my brow. I swear I thought he would react alot more than he is now. Instead he just stood there, his eyes never once leaving mine.

            "I know."

            "What do you mean you know?" I asked confused and panicked.

            He crossed his arms again, taking his trademark position and making me even more agrivated. If he had known, than why hadn't he said anything?

            "I realized it last night," Seto said with a low tone,"I could tell by the way I was fucking you."

            I let my gaze drop to the floor. I don't know why I had thought I could hide it from him. The way we have sex had changed due to me. I had let him do what he pleased last night, and normally we switch control and because I love him, I let him do what he wanted with me - a clear indication to my secret.

            "I guess this stops than," I told him, raising my gaze and seeing he was now standing before me.

            "Not necessarily," He said with a evil smirk. I raise my brows slightly and I know something is going on. Either he had something planned or he felt the same way.

            "What do you mean?"

            He suddenly grabbed me by my wrists and pinned me to the wall, lifting me up and tightening his grip. I struggle for him to let me go - this was not what I had thought he was hinting at.

            "I'm just going to tell you what I think about you," Seto cooed into my ear,"You're nothing more than a cheap whore to me. Someone I can fuck and not pay a dime for."

            My eyes began to water at his harsh tone. In a matter of seconds he was inside me, thrusting so hard I thought I was going to split in two. Never, had he ever treated me this way. He was always gentle and gave me in turn what I gave to him, but not now. The man who was moving inside me now was definitely not the man I fell in love with.

            "Did you hear me?" He growled into my ear as he continued to hold me down, making my feeble attempts to get loose useless,"I don't love you - never have, never will. You're just some slut I fuck, Seral. You're no better than a whore in the whore house down the street. So either learn to deal with what you are, or walk out and never come here again."

            Tears were sliding down my cheeks by this point. I never thought Seto would rape me. Never. Never would he talk to me or treat me in such a way. Maybe I had been wrong in trusting him with my body. And I continue to cry out as he continues his harsh assaults, calling me everything from a harlot to the slurs of a whore. I can't get him to let me go, no matter how hard I buck against his hold on me. He is too strong and has me pinned against the wall as I continually scream for him to let me go.

            It was than that I noticed Mokuba's presence. He was standing at the top of the steps, watching us in horror. I close my eyes tightly, wishing for him to just walk away and forget what he is seeing his brother do to me. I've never had so much pain ripple through me before. Not only below but in my chest as well. The man I loved was raping me in an attempt to save himself from realizing our deal had become more than just a deal. Now we were both sure it would never be the same between us again.

            I opened my eyes to see Mokuba still standing there. I couldn't take it anymore and began to cry, full out crying. I was whimpering and bawling against Seto's body, not believeing what he was putting not only me but Mokuba through as well. Didn't he understand that no matter what he did to me I still loved him? I don't care that he was raping me because I knew why he was doing it. He was trying to get me to hate him, to stop loving him for who he was -  an awkard teenage boy with pressures that only adults can handle. I don't care, I would love him until I die and this wasn't going to stop me.

            It was then that I decided to stop crying. I bit my lip and turned my head to place a kiss upon Seto's forehead. He didn't bother to stop what he was doing but I could tell by his expression that he was surprised. I let my head lay back against the wall and forced myself to relax, telling my body that this wasn't some guy off the street. This was Seto Kaiba - the man I love. It didn't take long for my body to get used to what he was doing and it wasn't long before I began to moan and writhe above him. He only grunted in response and released my arms to allow me to grip his shoulders and thrust up against him to heighten the passion. I looked behind him at Mokuba to see the boy even more confused and horrified. So I did the one thing I thought would release the tension.

            I moaned Seto's name.

            I felt Seto's body begin to shiver and tremble at the sound of his name and I suddenly felt myself going downward. I than found myself face to face with Seto on the floor in a seated position. My mouth almost fell open at what I am seeing before me.

            Seto was crying.

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            I'm a weak pathetic fool.

            I actually thought raping her would stop myself from feeling how I feel. All it did was hurt me more, especially when she began to cry. Damn it, I've known her since I was a child and here I was calling her a whore when she was exactly the opposite. She's the only lover I have, the only friend I have and for heaven's sakes I don't want to lose her. My fucking ego always has to come before my happiness and it pisses me off. Why am I so caught up in being someone I'm not?

            "Seto?"

            The way she says my name shames me. After all this she still loves me, if she didn't she'd have walked away from me and left my pathetic pride on the floor.

            "Leave me," I beg her, my voice is so hoarsh that even I don't recognize it,"Leave me, Seral."

            She's suddenly touching my face, trying to get me to look at her. I refuse. She doesn't deserve a guy like me. She was such a sweet person, had friends besides me, had a life to look forward to. Me on the other hand, I'm so caught up in becoming the number one duelist in the world that I've become greedy and selfish. I remove myself from her and stand, fixing my clothing and turning my back to face her.

            I'm such a bastard.

            "Don't come here again," I tell her coldly,"I've changed Seral. We need to end this and we will end this now."

            "But why?" She said yelling it toward my back,"Damn it, Seto! I love you!"

            I remain silent for awhile before responding,"Why?"

            It was her turn to be silent. Could she really love a man as cold as me? I'm an asshole, I know I am. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out. I know how my attitude is. I can tell by the way people react to me and I admit sometimes I love seeing their faces twist in anger. Breaking people fills me with a sense of pride. I act as though I'm better all on account that I have money, but take all the money away and I'm left with nothing. The thought of what I've become sickens me but this is who I am and nothing or no one will change that.

            "Because you're the only one I've ever been with," She responds softly,"You know me as well as I know you. I know who you really are - others just know who you are on the outside."

            I growled angrily in response. She's trying to tell me she loves me for who I really am but what I really am... is a loser. A loser who has no friends, no family besides a young brother and nothing but money. Filthy disgusting loads upon loads of money. And for what? What have I gained from this?

            Absolutely nothing.

            "I am a man," I tell her angrily,"A disgusting man who tried to rape you."

            "But you didn't want to!" She tried to convince me,"I know you love me, Seto! I just know you do. We've been doing this for so long and not once have we ever tried it with anyone else."

            I turn to her angry. How dare she try and tell me how I am. She doesn't know how I feel. She doesn't know anything!

            "Leave here!" I suddenly bellowed,"Leave here and never come back! I mean it Seral! Leave me!"

            She stood firm and my anger continued to rise.

            "I said go!" I yelled louder than the first time,"I will do nothing but hurt you! Leave here and never see me again! GO!"

            It was then that she took off away from me. I had lost her. There was no turning back now. I had ruined what we had. I am crying now and why? Because I have lost the only friend and lover I had. It's surprising what sex will do to you. It's as addicting as a drug that you smoke. I may have never smoked weed but I know that sex is as addicting as it. And what have I gained from the sex? Nothing - just as everything else in my life has given me. I didn't gain but lost one of the most important things to me.

            "Big brother?"

            Oh fuck! How long has Mokuba been standing there? I turned to him to see his look of concern. Now he knows. He knows what I am. He probably saw everything, he must hate me for what I have done. Not only have I lost a best friend but he has as well. What am I turning into? This is crazy.

            "Mokuba..I.."

            I cannot speak. It hurts too much. I simply just collapse onto the floor in a whimpering heap. I cry, I blunder like an idiotic fool. A man that has lost everything all because of a stupid deal made two years ago. Why in the hell did we think of such a stupid rule in the first place? I may be a bastard but I was always keen of Seral's feelings and now I'm never going to see her again.

            "Seto," My brother whispers to me,"Don't cry... please."

            I've probably scared the shit out of him. I never cry. He must be ready to call someone considering my current condition. But I cannot help it. As much as I hate to admit it, I have feelings for her. I always have.

            Ever since we fucked for the first time.

            It was than that I knew she was a part of me and I was a part of her - always.

            But it's too late now.

            "I have lost her," I simply respond to Mokuba's pleas.