A/N: I don't own Yu-gi-oh…and if Gekkou does she hasn't told me…hence…neither of us stake a claim. Only our plot people, that's all that is ours.

Once again, this is a collaboration done by Gekkou Hana and me…

Chapter 2

It had been a long week—too long for his taste. So many things had gone completely wrong. The things that had actually worked weren't worth the paper they were written on. He rubbed his temples, as the limousine sped him closer to the relief he was seeking. He paused to check his watch again. Being on time was something that most people took for granted, but in business one had to be punctual.

Leaning back against the seat he allowed his mind to wander. Her hands had brought much needed relief to his aching muscles. Sitting before a computer all day, and answering the most mundane company requests were driving him to the brink of insanity. This was his relief—his slice of heaven.

"Sweet Indulgences"…that was the name of the spa he had been introduced to several weeks ago. Mokuba had insisted he needed some way to relieve the tension he carried. Hell, he was snapping at everything and everyone—even inanimate objects weren't safe.

His sweet, manipulative, little brother had done the research and made an appointment for him. He rolled his eyes at the memory. Honestly, if he couldn't handle his own stress then he was hardly the man for his position as CEO. He did it to appease a pair of violet eyes, who worked his pleading charms like a master. Damn that kid could scam the coldest heart—case in point—him.

It was true; he did need stress relief—but a massage? Hell that didn't seem like it quite fit him. But, he allowed it, just to shut Mokuba up. Maybe the kid would get off his back. He didn't want a man, so he selected a woman. The idea of a man touching him…was just…wrong.

Hating the girl who worked on him was easy. She was stupid and clumsy. The only thing she didn't do—to prove her incompetence—was faint. She must have come close though, because her face was quite pale when she led him into her room. She was also a gushing pest. Talking about how she loved duel monsters and the way he preformed. This wasn't relaxing—it was aggravating. She managed to relieve a few knots in his neck and several in his back, making it easier for him to continue in front of his computer for the rest of the day. Possibly Mokuba had stumbled onto something.

He recalled wanting her to wear a gag during the next visit.

It was the same crap. She fawned over him, using hands that had grown quite a bit hungrier. It was almost as if touching him was more pleasing to her. He left that day, setting his mind that it would be his last time—he had had enough of the little twit. However, he once again found himself slipping into a comfort zone as his muscles, once tightly wrapped, were eased. So, against his better judgment, he went last week.

It had been so different. First, she wasn't in the room when he entered—granting him time to undress leisurely. Sure, he usually made her step out, but she would bound back in quickly. Probably hoping to catch a glimpse of forbidden pleasure zones. It was annoying, and rude. He had used sharp-menacing words on her both times. Calling her things he normally would never use on a girl.

Getting undressed, without her laying in wait, had been nice. Simply slipping onto the table and under the towel had him already relaxed. When he heard the knock on the door—he knew it wasn't her… He yelled a quick 'get in', but then simply grunted after the next knock. Whoever this girl was, she was polite. He appreciated it. Then, as her hands stroked his body he felt sleep over take him. It seemed as if her fingers on his skin was the most natural thing in the world. Actually, he wanted to experience more.

She tried to talk, but he wanted her touch, not her conversation. She seemed to sense it and went to work freeing him of the kinks and knots. Soothing pressure and warm circling. He slept like a child. Only becoming slightly conscious when her fingers began rubbing his scalp. He nearly stopped her actions; his reaction was quite intense. Having his hair played with, well, the pleasure was almost too intoxicating.

He never did see her face—did he really need to? She was there to please him, to release the tension. If he looked at her it might destroy the fantasy in his mind. He didn't need her face, just her hands. He smirked, his own little slave to ease his…ache. What a delicious picture. The first girl was a menace—this new one was his. He quickly switched his appointments over to her, booking her far in advance. Hell, he might have to go in more then once a week. He was sure she derived pleasure as well, her hands had returned to his hair a second time—was that normal? He didn't think so, that meant she must have liked it.

Anzu prepared her room for him. She sighed heavily. Last week it had taken her best effort not to be inappropriate, why weren't all men built like him? Why didn't they all feel that good, and smell so wonderful? She dimmed the lights and checked her watch. He would be here shortly. Hopefully she had enough time to grab a drink and get back. He liked being on time, Samantha had told her that. Shrugging she turned—leaving her door ajar for him. He was her regular now. Britney was a bit upset, but she got over it.

Gliding down the steps she smiled. Would he speak to her this time? Did it matter? A little, but for the most part she didn't mind touching him without a word. Sometimes when men spoke they ruined her illusions. Shoot—a gorgeous face could disguise a man who was as dumb as a rock. Maybe men could learn from his example—be quiet and just look really good. Then again…what did his face look like? Hell, could he be awful?

All right—tip of the day: massage, don't talk and don't try to peek. Leave it as a delightful fantasy.

When she made it back up the stairs, she noticed her door was shut.

He was inside.

Her heart skipped several beats. Glancing at her watch she realized it was four minutes before his time, so she wasn't late. Thankfully. She bit her lip and allowed a few more swipes of her second hand. She didn't want to force him to race undressing. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, he should undress slowly—and maybe to music…

How awful! Certainly not professional thoughts…

Knocking twice, she waited for a soft 'enter'. She received a grunt instead. Rolling her eyes, she entered the room and her breath caught. He was on her table, lying there, under a towel—a small one—she was being quite wicked without realizing it. It was the smallest one she had, maybe next time she would leave a washcloth…that was an idea. Would she peek this time? It was possible—if he fell asleep again.

"Hello," she whispered, making her way to the sink. "I was surprised that you requested me. I know that Britney is your masseuse…"

"Was…"

"Well, I thought I was simply filling in—not taking over." She selected the lavender oil again. It suited him and it did tend to relax people. She had never seen a person more in need of relaxing than him.

He didn't say another word. Talk about anti-social. Then again, it wasn't his voice she had to concentrate on. She rolled her eyes, 'mind out of the gutter Anzu'. She had to think of other things, not of his firm arms or wonderful back. The task at hand was simple—she had to work out his frustrations in the form of relieving the stress. She nearly giggled as dirty thoughts assaulted her. After all, the best form of 'stress relief' was a trip to the gutter…

He let out a slight moan when she started working on a large knot near his shoulder.

"You have to learn to relax a bit, this is worse than what I dealt with last week. Do you have any hobbies? Maybe you should learn some relaxation techniques." Her voice was a whisper; he could barely hear her over the ocean sounds tape. It was all so soothing.

"I'm trying to relax, you're ruining it. Shut up and just do me…" He growled.

Her hands stilled, but didn't stop touching him.

'Just do me?'! Did she hear him right? 'Shut up and just do me…' Her eyes were wide, at his words. Her first instinct was to say 'Excuse me!' but the fact that he was an important client to the company stopped her. His comment was certainly not worth her being fired for, and her dreams would be thrown out the window. She swallowed hard and continued. He meant massage him, but his words had been so…sexual.

Her fingers calmed the spasms in his neck and then her fingers slid into his hair. She smiled—it was for massage purposes only. Great, now she was lying to herself. Her eyes closed as she let the silken strands of his hair slip through. Suddenly, her bottle of oil fell. Damn…

"Incompetent…" He mumbled.

She bent over to pick it up when she noticed his clothes. They were folded so neatly in a pile, all except for the dark blue jacket lying across them. Her heart nearly stopped in her chest and her mouth went instantly dry. There was a silver 'KC' pin on the collar. No…it couldn't be…she looked towards the table…at 'him'…

She never checked the book, having committed the day and time slot to memory. Heaven help her—she had been looking forward to touching him since he left last week. She wanted him back—quite badly. He moved on the table, probably missing her hands on his body. On his nearly naked body…

"Problem?" He asked in his 'I'm clearly annoyed' tone. Her hands were officially shaking, yes—it was Kaiba—no doubt about it.

If he picked his head up and saw her…no! He couldn't!

She grabbed the bottle and quickly moved back to the table, forcing his head down. Now what? Continue? Stop? Get sick all over him? The possibilities were endless.

Laughing nervously she continued to massage his back. "No! No problem at all! Now just keep your head down and relax." She said a bit too perkily. The nausea in her stomach didn't seem to want to cease.

"Why?" Not paying attention to his question but more to the massage she moved her hands down his back. Anzu's hands were moving, but her mind was wandering.

The soft skin she was touching belonged to Seto Kaiba. It was an unthinkable possibility. His skin now felt like it was burning her. As if she was not allowed to touch such a man. Any girl would give their most valued possession to see him face to face, let alone touch him!

Yes, he was an asshole to her friends and her. But damn it all to hell, even she had to admit he was handsome. Not only was he handsome—he had the body of a surfer—wonderfully built, and yet his skin was surprisingly soft. He had to have sold his soul to the devil to have a body like his. Next time she would definitely leave a towel smaller than this one—even if she had to shrink a couple of them in the dryer herself. She could say that the girls who did the laundry screwed up, and now all the towels at the facility were smaller—if he complained.

"What are you doing?" His body jerked in surprise and Anzu snapped out of her stupor. It was as if the heavens above were laughing down on her! Her hands moved all the way down, past his back and onto his glutes—well, that was the technical term for them.

The towel that had been covering him was now half pushed down, and exposing a nice attribute of his.

"Oh, god!" She apologetically cried out. Her hands shot up in the air after realizing her error. She was no longer massaging his back, but was instead feeling up his ass! Cursing herself repeatedly in her head she tried to calm her racing heart. She was massaging his butt? Who in their right mind would make such a bold move? To Seto Kaiba!

"What is wrong with you today?" He suspiciously asked, as his head rose. Before he could turn to look at Anzu she pushed his head back down, making him growl.

"You're going to undo all the work I did. You have to keep your head down to give your neck muscles time to adjust to their relaxed state. So please... With all due respect let me do my job to help you relax!"

After another growl she felt his body relax again. She heard a low muttered 'absurd' come from him. One hand stayed on his soft hair while the other laid on his bareback. How could a simple thing, such as a back, make her hands move on their own accord towards dangerous territory? Hell—forbidden territory, as far as Seto Kaiba was concerned! Her eyes closed for a moment to regain control, and steady her nerves.

"Do you mind?" He asked with impatience. Her eyes opened wide at his tone.

"Do I mind what?" She asked innocently. She backed up a little, her hands no longer touching him. She noticed what his aggravation was about.

"Do you mind covering me up a little more? I'm feeling a bit exposed here." He said in a 'You passed annoying and are now pissing me off,' toneFor a split second her evil side contemplated pinching his 'cheek,' or even slap it—due to her annoyance with his attitude.

"I am so sorry!" She apologized as she pulled up the towel with shaky hands. So much for her tip that day…

If only her friends could see her now. Just a half a minute ago she was massaging the exposed ass of Seto Kaiba. Luckily, she didn't pass out like she did on her last male client. Perhaps the only reason why laid in the knowledge that if she did—he would know who his masseuse was. She secretly thanked her body for not shutting down on her.

'From one nut to the next..." Kaiba thought. "It's not like it was unexpected." He cockily explained. He heard her cough in displeasure at his comment. Many girls took bold chances, passing by him and quickly brushing against his derrière. A small part of him was almost impressed that she actually risked her job to feel him up. "I should report you to your manager, you know…" He left her hanging with that thought.

"You wouldn't really do that, would you?" She asked in a small voice. Kaiba couldn't be that evil, could he? Would he really report her small mistake, just to get her fired? He chuckled softly as her hands, which were no longer shaking, roughly kneaded his shoulder. If she could just knead upwards towards his neck, she could choke the smug bastard. How could he accuse her of deliberately trying to feel him up? Had it been deliberate? Hell, even she couldn't be sure. Freudian 'feel' as opposed to Freudian 'slip'?

Not that the indiscretion wasn't completely enjoyable; she smiled… Damn! Once again she was having those thoughts… What was wrong with her today?

All of her fears were brought to the surface with just one simple comment. The only thing holding her back from actually attempting to kill the CEO was the fact that he had her job in his hands. 'He's an important client,' she kept saying to herself and she worked on his legs. He never did answer her question, because once her hands started their work—he shut his eyes and drifted off.

She remained quiet and let the sound of the ocean fill the room. Her hands worked themselves up his legs.

'Up to the thigh but not too high... At least not high enough to get fired or arrested …' She reminded herself, as she finished with his right leg and went on to his left.

The sound of his ringing cell phone woke Kaiba, and made Anzu lose concentration on the task at hand. Her head snapped towards the direction of the clock on the wall. His session was up, meaning that she had to leave without him seeing her.

"Damn it..." He grumbled and started to get up. Luckily, she thought quickly and threaded her fingers into his hair. She knew he liked this part. It was quite sinful for her as well. She took her chances, continuing was a stall tactic as well as pleasurable. Could he secretly like his hair being played with? She leaned down close to his ear.

His body relaxed once more, thanks to the glorious feel of her fingers, and momentarily the ringing cell phone, which had stopped, was forgotten.

"You're done, Sir." She whispered. "Now count backwards from ten. Then you may sit up, but slowly." If he agreed to count backwards from ten then that would give her plenty of time to leave the room. Then again, even if he sat up as she left the room, the dim setting would not allow him to see much of her.

"Count backwards from ten?" He asked sounding puzzled. He didn't hold back the agitation in his voice. "Why? You didn't ask me to do that last time."

"Because… Because..." What lie could she come up with now? "Because you're in such a relaxed state. You'll have the blood rushing back up to your head too fast, and you may get a headache if you do it any quicker." She happily responded and inwardly patted herself on the back. "Now count away!" Her fingers let go of his hair and she tip toed backwards towards the door. "Relax. Just breath in and out." Thankfully, he stayed where he was, never once even shifting positions. The damned cell phone started to ring again, just as her back touched the door. Turning around quickly, she opened the door. At the same time he sat up. She froze.

"Can you get that damn cell phone?" He mumbled but then stopped to see the masseuse standing in front of the door. Her back was facing him. For a split second he wanted to tell her to turn around—just to see what she looked like. At that moment the cell phone stopped again. A breeze came in from the opened door and he realized she was standing there, as if she were waiting for something.

"Do you think you can get out, so that I can get dressed and get the hell out of here?" He watched her shoulders tense up. In the dim light, and the bright light coming in from the open door—he couldn't make out much more. He did clearly see her shoulders jump up, then tense. "Unless you want me to get dressed right now with the door wide open. Were you expecting a show for you and your coworkers?"

"Of course." She stammered. "Um…I mean…no…"

His eyebrow arched up.

"I mean..." Was that a reflex on her part? "I'll be leaving now." She squeaked and walked out, never turning around. Once she shut the door behind her, her feet walked off at a fast pace—without her even thinking about it. Hell, even her body wanted to get out of the embarrassing situation.

She would have to see if she could pawn him off on someone else next week. He probably hated her now anyway. If Seto Kaiba found out one of the 'geek squad' was rubbing his naked ass…he would flip. And she would be mortified!

Twice his cell phone rang, and twice he let it go without picking it up. Whoever it was that called didn't leave a message. If it had been Mokuba, he would have left a message. But, Mokuba knew where he was. He wouldn't disturb him during his appointment with the masseuse. Speaking of which, she seemed highly distracted today. Was it because she was massaging him?

Not to be cocky, but her reaction was fairly close to that of screaming fan girls. But, would that explain why she practically ran out of the room? She just seemed nervous, which made him wonder. Why was she acting like that now? Last time she had been perfectly normal. What changed? … Being Seto Kaiba, he would find out…

A/N: Gekkou Hana and I thank you for your reviews!