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The New York studio apartment wasn't anything like Anzu's home in Domino. Much larger with a spacious ceiling, it gave her the luxury of space she had never enjoyed back at home. Everything in Japan was much more compact, and although her home wasn't small according to her standards, it was for Americans. Now she had a large kitchen, with a queen size bed and huge windows overlooking the city. Jonouchi would have been jealous of it…
But he wouldn't ever get to see it. None of her friends were in the states, and Yugi had left some time ago. It was by chance he even got to come see her, since a duel tournament was going on around the same time. He had somehow managed to get in contact with Anzu in the last minute, and she secured him a ticket for the show.
They only had a night together though. After the show Anzu took Yugi out for New York style pizza, something different from the food at home, and after watching some bad horror movies in Yugi's hotel room, she went back home. After all, Yugi was only her friend. One of her closest friends by far, but Anzu had decided a long time ago that her old classmate could never be anything more to her. Anything else just didn't feel right.
The one person she wanted to see refused to call her. She didn't understand why he was ignoring her, but Kaiba was an anomaly. Time zone differences and hectic schedules both ways made calling each other near impossible, so Anzu tried to do the best next thing. When tickets came up for her performance, she made sure he'd have one before anyone else… Yet, she didn't see him in the audience.
"If he was in town, he would have called…"
It didn't make any sense. Why would he profess to care for her, but not even come by when she offered him the chance? Or at least tell her why he didn't come, if he couldn't make it to the show. Anzu would have understood, since going across the ocean for one night at the theater was a bit much to ask for, but… she thought Kaiba would have wanted to see her. That maybe there was something a bit more to him than what she first thought.
Those optimistic feelings were beginning to pass though. Slowly but painfully, Anzu tried puttinghim in the back of her mind to ease the loneliness that plagued her every night. Now that the show was over, her schedule was far more lax and she didn't spend all her evenings rehearsing endlessly until she was ready to pass out. Now she had time to have a life, but instead of going out with all the other dancers, she stayed alone in her room.
Lying on her bed, she was staring at the ceiling waiting for her Chinese delivery to appear when the door buzzer rang. Jumping off the mattress, Anzu darted for the telecom and answered it, hoping for her dinner. It was about time. She couldn't believe how late it was and how she managed to forget dinner now that she was eating alone.
"Mazaki residence, how may I help you-"
"-buzz me in, I need to talk to you."
The voice sounded familiar. It was low and masculine, with a bit of a raspy tone Anzu couldn't exactly put her finger on. Sometimes the telecom made people sound weird, and thinking it was one of her classmates from the studio, she buzzed the man in. If it wasn't who she thought it was, well, it was a good thing her door had a beep hole on it.
"Just one second."
Pressing the enter button, she waited until a knock sounded off her door. The man came up the stairs rather quick, and curious as to see who her visitor was, Anzu got on her tippy toes and looked in. The man who stood there was not the man she was expecting. Frowning slightly, she opened the door to let him in.
"Kaiba, what are you doing here?"
"Being spontaneous and asserting myself."
He walked in, looking around the apartment with mild amusement. After closing the door behind her, Anzu turned around and leaned against it, her arms folded across her chest. She didn't know what she should feel at that moment. Angry, because he had the nerve to show up after two months out of nowhere unannounced at her door stop? Or happy that he flew all the way from Domino to see her again? It was emotionally confusing and she didn't like it.
"Why couldn't you have done that before, Kaiba?"
"I was busy running my company, Mazaki. It's not like I can leave town whenever I want. You should be happy that I came to see you."
"I would have been happy if you would have called me once in a while and told me you were planning on showing up! Would that have been so hard to do?"
"You have phone too, it's not like you couldn't have picked up the phone and called me yourself."
"I shouldn't have to!"
"And why the hell not?"
There was no good reason for it, but Anzu felt that it was his job. He had always been the one to contact her. Kaiba always initiated things with her and he was too damn intimidating at times to call herself. Even over the phone, he had a harshness that didn't dissolve unless they were face to face. Anzu couldn't handle that. Not after weeks of being apart.
"Kaiba, it's not a logical reason, but you were always the one who came to me."
"Afraid of a little rejection then, huh Mazaki?"
His words stung. It was like he meant to be mean and she hated it. What was his damn problem? Last time they were together, they left as something a bit more than friends, and now… he was just someone else. The old Kaiba she knew from years before, and it was a disappointment, to say the least.
"If you just came here to be mean, then just leave. I don't have time for that and I thought we were friends."
"We are friends…"
He walked over to her bed and took a seat there, throwing his jacket on top of the nearby dinning chair. It was obnoxious behavior, how Kaiba thought he could just walk back into Anzu's life like nothing had happened, but she wasn't all right with that. She wouldn't get walked all over because the man wanted to have an emotional tantrum in her apartment.
"Then stop being a jerk and treat me like one. Do you know how bad it was when I didn't see you at my ballet performance? I understand why you couldn't make it, your life is something I could never myself even begin to comprehend, but don't act like I abandoned you when I didn't. It was never my intention to do that, and if you felt that way, I'm sorry. But it's not fair to take it out on me like this."
"You wanted to see me?"
"Of course I did, you idiot! I was only given one ticket to send, so I sent it to you. Kaiba, you make my head hurt…"
"I thought-"
He was caught off by the buzzer, sounding the late arrival of the Chinese takeout. After groaning in irritation, Anzu turned around and opened the door, dealing with the delivery man before reappearing again with two boxes of food. She had General Tao's and brown rice, and after going into the kitchen, she portioned it in half for them both.
"I shouldn't have called you an idiot."
"You're fine."
When she came back, Anzu passed over a plate to Kaiba, taking a seat next to him on her bed. She was staring at her food for some time unsure of what to do, before sighing in frustration. Glancing at the man next to her, she relaxed some once she saw him begin to eat, using the cheap chop sticks she had in the kitchen drawer. All the good ones she owned were still back home in Japan.
"Kaiba… why are you here now in New York?"
He stopped eating for a minute, as if he was thinking of a good answer. She watched his face change expressions before it settled upon something, his hands coming up again to feed himself a chunk of chicken before talking.
"I had a business conference here, so I just took the whole week off and decided to see you. It wasn't really hard to track you down and sitting in my hotel room alone wasn't all that entertaining, so I came by."
"What kind of conference?"
"Virtual technology. The board of directors finally gave me permission to start that project up, so I'm going to try and make my virtual world system working again. Only this time, I'll be sure to have it hack free. I'm not getting trapped in that thing for a second time."
"You mean that pod like thing where you play duel monsters in a different reality?"
"Exactly that."
"Why didn't the directors let you go forth with it before?"
"They thought it was a dangerous idea. But they forget I like dangerous ideas. All risks worth taking in this world are dangerous ones. It's like they forgot who they hired for the job…"
"… Can I see it when you're done?"
"When I'm done? Anzu, it's going to take months to alter this thing. Thankfully I still have the original equipment for it, but it needs a ton of debugging, and it's going to take forever before it'll be safe for trial runs…"
"I can wait that long."
"… Fine. But if you get stuck in that computer system, I'm not bailing you out."
Smirking, he finished his food and waited for Anzu to be done with hers before getting up from the bed and taking it over to the kitchen sink. His mood seemed to have improved, and Anzu wondered if the change in conversation had anything to do with it. It was good to hear that his business was working out for him as well as her dancing was, and she couldn't help but smile a little when he returned to his original spot on her bed.
"So you have a hotel room in the city?"
"It's close by, if I take a cab. There's a great view of the skyline from the bedroom, like the place we stayed back in Domino. I can't go anywhere without a good view."
"When are you planning on going back tonight then?"
"Depends on when you want me to leave, Mazaki."
"I don't want you to leave…"
"You want me to stay with you?"
"Yes. Is that too much to ask for?"
"No. I'll stay."
Feeling relieved, Anzu got up and went into the kitchen. The light switch for the "living room" was there and it made the bedroom area far brighter than she wanted it to be. Instead of the overhead lights, she turned them all off and came to the large curtained windows, pulling them back to expose the shining New York skyline. The lights reflected off the glass, and the glare gave them more than enough illumination.
"Do you like it?"
"It's not like Domino, but it's bigger. And the food is interesting."
"You should try the pizza with me sometime. It's nothing like the stuff at home; I can't believe how many different toppings they have for it and everything. Now that I can eat again, I want to try a little of everything."
She went back to the bed and laid down next to Kaiba, slightly leaning over the man. He was on his back, head against one of her pillows staring at the ceiling before his blue eyes fell upon her face. They were so dark; she could barely make out the color in them. Anzu sometimes wished hers would get that deep in color, but they never did. Hers were so much lighter in comparison.
"Mazaki, what are you doing?"
"Looking at your eyes. And I told you before, don't call me Mazaki. There's no need for formalities."
"It's habit."
"Then break it."
That rewarded her with an eye roll and an exaggerated sigh. His chest deflated as all his air left his lungs, and she wondered slightly what he looked like underneath the black button up shirt he always seemed to be wearing. It was summer and Kaiba choose the darkest color, but at least it wasn't a turtle neck. He was often guilty of that too.
"Are you hot?" she asked, feeling slightly self-conscious for staring.
"A little."
"I've been trying to avoid using the air because it's so expensive, but if you want me to turn it on, I can. Usually that sort of thing doesn't bother me so much. But I know you probably don't want to get all sweaty underneath my sheets, so if you want-"
She was rambling. It only happened when she was nervous, and for some reason, it was starting to get at her. Kaiba had shared a bed with her before, but she was drunk off her ass when it happened. Frankly, she remembered very little of what was said and only vaguely recalled a kiss, but the fact that they managed to get that far still brought color to her face.
"Anzu, I'm fine. If it gets too stuffy, I'll take it off."
"You don't have to do that-"
"It's an expensive shirt; I'm not going to wear it asleep."
"You don't sleep naked, do you?"
"Now wouldn't you like to know?"
The teasing made her frown. Looking away, she glanced out at the city skyline and wandered how this situation happened in the first place, when she felt a hand against her face. It snapped her back to reality, and bringing her eyes back down to the male next to her, Anzu remembered exactly how: a short walk through the park.
"Anzu," Kaiba started, putting his hand back down, "did you really miss me?"
"I did. I wouldn't lie about my feelings."
"Are you mad at me?"
"Anymore? No. I don't hold grudges and although you irritate me at times, I'll get over it. You came back and that's what counts."
Sighing, she turned around and thought about going to sleep. She felt tired and Kaiba was probably too from jet lag. Talking his ears to death all night wasn't her plan, so instead of saying anything more, Anzu undid her hair and took off her shirt and jeans. Once her body was waist deep in covers, she closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep.
But the man next to her wouldn't let her. She could feel the bed move as his body sat on the edge of it, taking off what she believed to be his trousers before he got under alongside her. And then, holding her breath, she felt Kaiba's against her cheek as a single finger traced up and down her side. It made her skin tremble and as hard as she tried, Anzu couldn't ignore him.
"I wanted to come and see you a lot sooner, but things kept getting in the way. It wasn't my plan to wait two months. You understand that, right?"
"Of course…"
Now his hand was holding onto her hip. She could feel his body tensing up against her, and her mind began to wander as the tips of his fingers came down to her underwear. It was black lace, her favorite, and always her style of choice when the laundry was clean. Why her thoughts were stuck on clothes, she didn't know, but Anzu certainly wished she knew what Kaiba was doing.
And why she didn't tell him to stop.
"I like this apartment. It's nicer than the one you had back in Japan; I don't feel so damn claustrophobic inside this place. Americans built space with tall people in mind."
"I miss my betta though. I left it with Ryou."
She could hear Kaiba chuckle to himself before his warm hand went past her underwear and down between the partings of her legs. It grazed the hair there curiously, before he slid his index finger into her sex, gently probing the insides. While he did this, her words were caught in her throat and she closed her eyes as a tingling sensation began to develop where his finger swept.
This wasn't new to her. At least, not completely new. Several times Anzu had sat in the shower and experimented with herself, trying to figure out her body while thinking of someone special in mind for pleasure. She always ended up getting the desired response, feeling that intense wave of excitement, but it didn't compare to having a man do it on her. It made the moment feel more personal, more intimate.
"You're wet…"
His breath made her skin prickle. Anzu thought it gave him some extra motivation, because he became more aggressive with his finger play, rubbing against her harder until her breathing was audible. It was intense, and her legs were beginning to tremble as an eruption of contractions began drumming inside of her. Biting her lip was all she could do from moaning out loud, and it wasn't until Anzu finally cried out a little did Kaiba stop.
Her head felt fuzzy. She couldn't make up her mind on what to say or do, because it came as a shock to her that Kaiba would actually do that. He never seemed like the sexual type, except for the one time when they were both mad after that argument. Anzu didn't think she could ever live that down either, since she enjoyed it just as much as he did, clinging onto his waist while he grinded against her body.
This was even worse.
"Why did you do that?" she asked.
He gave no response. Turning around, Anzu was met by a confused Kaiba who only stared at her as his own shock settled in on him. Maybe he hadn't realized what he was doing until she cried out, that was a perfectly logical explanation. Kaiba was the curious type, and he was known to mess with things from time to time… But usually not with people.
What was even more embarrassing for her was how much she liked it. Anzu's response to him was faster and much more intense than all the times she'd touched herself. It was like he had some extra power over her body, because she couldn't stop herself from getting excited, despite how self-conscious she felt as he stroked her.
"At least he isn't smug about it", she thought.
Instead, Kaiba was just plain confused.
"I've never done that before."
"It was nice. Just, why did you do it?"
"Anzu, why do you need to ask so many damn questions?"
Listening to his voice, she could tell he didn't have an answer. He didn't know why he did what he did, and no amount of prodding could fix that. Kaiba was baffled by himself, and turning to lay flat on his back, he started staring at the ceiling.
Anzu wouldn't play that copout game with him though. Her eye brows furrowed, and moving the sheets, she got on top of him, ignoring his protests. Sure, he could easily throw her off, but she knew Kaiba wouldn't dare. Instead, he laid there confused and irritated, exposed to her for once after she herself had been exposed to him many times before. When he went to grab her legs to shove her off, Anzu grabbed his hands, interlocking fingers and pushing against him until they were at a draw.
Now it was just a battle of wills.
"Kaiba, I wouldn't ask them if you'd just answer one for once. Do you like me?"
"Why are you asking this again…?"
"I need to know. Do you like me?" She squeezed her thighs against his waist to get a response faster. Being quite strong, it shocked Kaiba a little, as he squirmed from the contact. He wasn't counting on her doing that.
"Dammit Anzu, yes. Yes, I like you. I like you more than I should, when I wish I didn't. If you had only left me alone months ago, I wouldn't be in this ridiculous predicament like I am now. That's why I did… that. I want you to be happy. Now will you kindly get off me?"
"No."
"No? Fine, I'll get you off."
He rose up, but Anzu pushed against him, and when he wouldn't let up and it nearly became too much for her to fight against, she kissed him. Lips against him, Anzu felt him relax to the contact, lying back down almost immediately as she laid down on him. Once he had given up fighting her, she stopped and looked at him, letting go of his hands to place them on his chest before kissing him again, this time much more aggressively.
And he didn't do anything to stop her. His skin felt moist against the palms of her hands and he smelled like expensive cologne, and it drove Anzu's senses wild as she flicked her tongue against his mouth. He had a refreshing taste, and it made her wonder if he sucked on mints all day. It was cool and made her tongue tingle and she didn't even care if he was a bit rougher than the other times before.
His hands didn't stay off of her for too long. At first they just held onto Anzu's hips, but when the kissing got fiercer, Kaiba got more explorative. They held onto the sides of her waist, going up and down the sides of her ribcage before his fingers splayed out against the outside of her bra's cups. The lace was soft against his fingertips, but not as much as human skin and it didn't come to Anzu's surprise when he began fumbling with the back of her bra's clasp.
"It's polite to ask first."
He stopped, looking at her for a second before giving her a smug look. "Like you'd tell me no."
"I should, just because you seem to have an over inflated ego that makes you think you can have or get whatever you want."
When her sentence finished, he had undone the clasp and the lace brazier began to fall off her shoulders. Anzu looked away when his hand came up and slid it off, exposing her breasts to his curious eyes. She was well-endowed, with symmetry that made most girls green with envy. Although Anzu loved her body, it was one of those things she was very sensitive about, and avoiding eye contact, she could only feel as Kaiba's thumb grazed against a nipple.
"Kaiba, what are you doing?"
"Touching you."
"Why?"
"Are you really going to ask me that?"
She gave him a look that said, "Yes, I am jerk!" but he ignored it, too distracted to get offended. Instead he sat up until his back was against the head board of the bed and used one hand to hold Anzu's hip, moving her closer. The look on his face told her he wanted to try something, and glancing at his eyes now that they were level, she thought she knew what he was planning to do.
He bowed his head, and Anzu watched as his lips met with her left breast, slightly sucking on the soft skin before kissing it. His mouth was warm and wet, the tongue smooth, and closing her eyes, she tried to ignore how good it all felt. It bothered her to know that someone she once found so infuriating knew how to make her body feel so good… It tingled when his tongue went against her nipple this time, and when he began to suck on that too, Anzu couldn't help but back away a little.
It didn't deter him. Instead, he took her mouth instead and kissed her as she relaxed to his touch again, feeling a hand in her hair before the other held onto one of her breasts. Using her thighs again, she braced herself against his body as he moved hard against her, losing herself in the moment as a moan escaped from her throat. When Kaiba stopped to move himself back under the sheets, Anzu looped her arms around his neck and went with him, watching his eyes.
Her underwear was wet and sticky against her legs. She immediately wanted to take them off, but didn't dare yet until she knew what was going on. Kaiba didn't say anything, despite now laying on his back and still kissing her, with Anzu lying on top of him. He didn't complain about it, but when she nipped at his bottom lip, he grabbed her waist and twisted around, pinning Anzu to the bed's mattress.
By just looking at his eyes, Anzu knew what he wanted to do. If not just by looking, she could feel him against her as he slowly lowered his weight on top of her, something heavy sliding against her sweat slick stomach. It could only be one thing, and curious, she lowered one hand under the sheets to feel it. He was laying on top of her now, his legs between hers, and Anzu slid her hand against him curiously for a response. Although Kaiba didn't say anything, he did hide his face in her hair, and rubbing the tip of her thumb against the wet tip rewarded her with a moan.
"You feel wet too."
"Don't tease me, Mazaki."
She stopped and he lifted his head, looking at her eyes again, this time looking more vulnerable than she had ever seen him. They were the bluest color, and lying nose to nose, Anzu could even see it in the dark. There wasn't much of him he could now hide.
"I'm not teasing you… I've just never-"
"You haven't? Well I thought…"
"Thought what? Just because I hanged out with a bunch of guys didn't mean I slept with them."
"-Will it hurt?"
"I don't think so. I've been dancing since I was five, so I doubt I'm intact anymore. Are you nervous?"
"Why the hell would I be nervous? As if. I just don't have anything on me. Wasn't exactly planning on this."
"You make a habit of running around with condoms everywhere then, Kaiba? The things you learn-"
"No!" He scoffed, looking away before meeting Anzu again. "But I bet now you wish I did."
He was about to get up, but Anzu didn't let him. Her grip around his neck was tight and she wouldn't let a good opportunity like this go so easily.
"Stop worrying, silly, I'm on birth control for my cycle."
"I wasn't worried… And don't call me silly ever again."
She rolled her eyes, but Kaiba wasn't looking at her when she did so, his mouth against her neck as he moved his weight. Using his hands, he shifted as he took off his briefs, helping Anzu slid down her own underwear before readjusting himself on top of her. Now he was right at the tip of her sex, and tilting her pelvis slightly and opening her legs wider, she bit her lip as she let him push inside her. There was no hiding his pleasure when Kaiba moaned, his lips nipping at her skin as he began to slowly thrust inside of her. Hands still around his neck, Anzu could feel his shoulder blades against the palms of her hands, digging her nails into him when the sensations began to intensify.
It was stronger than the fingering before, and neither one of them could stop themselves from breathing through their mouths. Her legs wouldn't stop shaking either, Anzu holding onto Kaiba's hips to make them still. She held on tightly against him as he thrusted deeper, stopping the neck play when he felt the sudden change. One of his hands was palming her breast while the other snaked around to her butt, and now there was nothing he left on her untouched. Looking into her eyes, Anzu felt very naked underneath him. He wasn't looking at her body, but peering into her soul, and that was a scary thing.
Although he didn't stop, there was concern written across his face. It was like he didn't know what too much was, and he was taking the safest road with her. Anzu didn't like feeling weak, and putting her hands into his hair, she grinded against Kaiba with new enthusiasm as the fluttering sensations of her body erupted into a storm of contractions. He responded by speeding up, until Anzu couldn't count the seconds between each push he gave her. No longer holding back, Kaiba worked himself to his peak, rewarded with the sounds of Anzu crying out each time he did so. She was embarrassed, but couldn't keep herself from doing it.
Finally it became too much. The feeling of sharp, intense pleasure with Kaiba being rough and grunting from effort, Anzu felt like she was falling apart. Shuttering and closing her eyes as it all burst inside of her, she heard Kaiba gasp into her neck as something rushed through her body. He didn't raise his head afterwards, and Anzu stared at the ceiling in shock, still petting his hair. The feeling of heat passed through her for at least a minute, the insides of her body sucking it in deep before it all passed over.
"Kaiba…?"
Her orgasm had ended, and now no longer feeling his, she wanted to move. Anzu wasn't tiny, but she held up to her partner's weight for as long as she could manage. Now, sweaty and covered in bodily fluids, she wanted to sleep, or take a shower. Maybe later she would try talking, but the idea of trying to say anything after all of that just didn't seem possible.
She knew Kaiba was hiding his face in her hair, but she didn't know about the smug grin plastered across his face.
"Kaiba, you're heavy."
He sighed before getting off, lying on his back looking at the ceiling as Anzu did the same. Turning his head, he looked at her first. She could feel his stare, the weight of his eyes on her, and looking at him, she still couldn't think of anything intelligent to say to him. Not after hearing him moan and cry out at climax, something so private Anzu couldn't believe he even allowed himself to do it. Or maybe he really couldn't stop himself.
"Anzu, I …"
Maybe he was going to try saying something. Nervous as to what, she glanced away towards the window. He didn't say anything more though, so she turned towards Kaiba again and smiled at him, before moving herself over to his side. His skin was soft and after moving his arm over her shoulders, Anzu latched herself to his side and laid her head against his chest. To her surprise, he didn't fight it but looked away. That didn't bother her in the slightest though. Closing her eyes, she waited for sleep to come.