After we were done fucking, we laid for several moments on the bed. Exactly how long was hard to determine. Minutes? Hours? Who knew? But after it was done ((as is stupid tradition)), Seto pulled out a cigarette and smoked it. Myself, I passed. Drinking was okay, but I did not really like smoking myself.
After we relaxed and Seto had finished his cig, he sat up and moved to the spot where his clothes were. He picked them up and I rolled over to watch him as he dressed himself. "So," I finally said. "What now?"
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Are we like... lovers, or something?" Seto looked up at me, surprised.
"Lovers?"
"Yeah..." I said uneasily. I did not really like the way where this was headed. "I mean, you had sex with me. Doesn't that give you some kind of commitment?" Seto studied me then laughed.
"You're fucking serious, aren't you?" He asked. My mouth dropped.
"Uhm..."
"I fucked you, Katsuya. It was apart of our bet. There is no commitment."
"So... I just.... let you fuck me... for nothing?"
"Guess so." Seto shrugged. He then finished buttoning up his shirt and he headed towards the door. "I will get a limo for you to drive you home. Get outta my house, mutt." He then left the room and shut the door behind him.
I laid flat out on the bed.
Biggest.
Fucking.
Sigh.
--end notes: It's finally over! yay! This chapter is dripping with angst, even though it's so short. I got the idea from one of my favorite stories. Convinient, ain't it? No matter what, Seto is still an ass. And no one complain. I am a Seto fan myself. So don't bitch at me. Laters!
Through people's requests that were originally asked for, there is a sequel to this story called "Love At First Spite, Part Deux". Arigatou!!!