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10-10-2-Do-You Too

Chapter 8

Central Processing Unit (CPU)

Prove it.

Kaiba had flashbacks to that hotel room at 'The Saffron Seasons' 7th street location in downtown Domino. The first time Isis ever challenged him – ever asked him to prove his intentions. His foresight and brooding were on hold, right now he was ready to fulfill the challenge posed by the current bane of his existence.

He trekked his index and middle finger down her sternum, across her bellybutton piercing, and toyed with the top of her underwear. He moved his hand lower and positioned his middle and ring finger against her clit. He applied just enough pressure and moved it in small slow circles. Kaiba stared at Isis, watching the flush of arousal start to spread against her neck and cheeks.

Isis inhaled through her nose and fought the shivers. She didn't realize how touch starved she was until right this second. She bit her lip and minutely lifted her hips, gently rotating them for more friction.

Kaiba's eyes darkened at the display. He teased his middle and ring finger up down against her opening, feeling the spot starting to dampen. "You're getting wet for me."

"I get wet when I touch myself," Isis defiantly answered, wishing he'd go back to rubbing her clit.

Kaiba almost purred at the sassy reply. With his free hand he slid her panties to the side and slipped his middle finger inside her, slowly working it in and out.

Isis inhaled at the first finger and loudly exhaled when the second joined. Two fingers from anyone shouldn't have felt that amazing. Maybe 5 months was much longer than she assumed.

"Whose fingers get deeper, mine or yours?"

Isis didn't answer him. Her eyes were closed as she tried to focus solely on the sensation.

Kaiba stilled his fingers.

"Does it matter?" Isis asked in a cheeky tone. "I can come with yours or mine."

Kaiba could feel his blood boiling and not out of anger. "Open your eyes."

Isis obeyed, finding a smoldering stare from Kaiba. She prepared another testy reply until the wind was knocked from her. He pushed his fingers as deep as he could, then moved his fingers in an aggressive come-hither motion. An unintelligible mewl shot from her mouth before she could stop it.

"Your fingers can do that?" Kaiba haughtily asked, working the pads of his fingers against that oh so sensitive spot. He groaned as her juices started coating his fingers, running down onto his palm. "You could come from this, couldn't you?"

"Find out," Isis challenged in a not so strong voice, her tone high and airy. Her whole body was tingling, and she clenched her thighs together, clamping down on Kaiba's hand.

Kaiba worked his fingers in out, getting off on the lewd squelching noise.

Isis bit her lips, working her hips against his hand, when she felt those fingers cruelly pulled from her body. "You're still being selfish and controlling—"

Kaiba grabbed her shoulder and flipped her onto her belly and stared down at how perfect her ass looked in those panties.

A gasp left Isis' throat at the feeling of Kaiba's open hand slapping down on her bottom. She panted as he continued slapping her ass, even going as far to arch her hips.

Kaiba wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, pushing her further into the mattress. "You like how selfish and controlling I am. Why else did you come all this way?" He brazenly pushed his erection into her bottom.

Isis salaciously worked her hips back into him. She loved the feeling every time his clothed cock slipped between her cheeks. "I only like your bad traits when I benefit from them."

Kaiba chuckled darkly as he recounted a previous conversation about that. He ground harder into her, addicted to the friction. He took his free hand and fumbled with his belt and the zipper to his pants. He pulled his wet cock from his underwear, rubbing the head all over her bottom, leaving trails of pre-come. He slipped it against her swollen lips from the back, rubbing himself against the lace of her crotch.

"Tell me how you've benefitted, Isis."

The teasing felt so good, but Isis refused to admit that. "Presently I do."

"How so?" Kaiba groaned as he slowly felt the drag of the lace against his erection, combined with the wetness and warmth just out of reach.

"Your impatience – I knew I could break you down."

Yet again, Kaiba found his blood boiling. He pushed himself back into his underwear. He slapped her ass again, and again, and again until it was red. "These panties look cheap..."

"They are," Isis confessed, loving the warm stinging sensation on her ass.

"Don't wear this cheap shit around me. Save it for your loser fans."

"You were once my number one loser."

Kaiba blew air loudly out his nose as he slapped her on the ass so hard it echoed throughout the bedroom. "Take them off. Now." He took a small step back.

Isis held in a giggle as she scooted further down the bed, so her feet could touch the floor, her upper body bent over the mattress. She tucked her thumbs under the band of her cheeky bottoms. Slowly she pulled them down over the swell of her cheeks and dropped them to where they naturally stopped at her knees.

"Right there, leave them like that." He moved back to his original spot and ran his fingers through her hair, both hands smoothing it down her back.

Isis found the touch oddly intimate and tender, until his left hand's fingers wrenched her head back by it, the right slapping her on the ass again.

With her wet panties around her knees and head yanked back by her hair, she looked so submissive. But knowing she was the opposite made his blood sing. "Look at you..." Kaiba murmured.

"Look at me," Isis echoed. "You want me so bad."

"What's gotten into you?"

"Surely not you."

"You're being such a brat." And it was driving Kaiba insane. "You only act like this for me, don't you?"

"You could only hope so," Isis panted as another slap hit her bottom.

"Don't be stupid, you flew 12 hours for this." Kaiba smirked, "Who else would you do this for?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Face me."

Isis turned around, her panties dropping to her ankles from the movement. She stepped out of them. She watched as Kaiba pulled his belt from the loops and tossed it on the floor, the buckle loudly banging into the wood. He pulled his shirt off, throwing it off to the side too. She drank in abs, broad shoulders, and veiny arms. She could see his cock, thick, long, and hard pushing against his underwear; the head almost peaking over the band.

Kaiba crossed his arms and gave her a smug look. "You should take off my pants."

"What's in it for me?"

He cockily chuckled. "Wouldn't you like to know," he parroted.

Isis didn't break eye contact as she lowered herself into a lewd squat, pulling the pants down to his ankles. Kaiba stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

"You should remove my underwear too."

Isis remained in her squat, eyes still on Kaiba's, as she reached for the band of his designer briefs. She pulled them down as slowly as she pulled her own underwear. His cock sprang free, wetly slapping against his lower belly.

"I bet you've missed that."

"I didn't miss anything for 5 months, according to you."

Kaiba's hand, quick as lightning, was back around her neck. He pulled her back on her feet. "Stop trying to rile me up."

"You're in a constant state of agitation; I can't disturb what's already done."

"I get it: you're not used to someone who goes for what they want. That's why you're being so mouthy." Kaiba got close, breath fanning across her top lip. "You think you have to goad me into fucking you."

"I never had to goad Duke." Isis bit her lip when his hand tightened around her neck. This time she let that devious giggle out.

Kaiba appeared furious; his eyes wild and his breathing increased. "I knew it."

"I'm saying I never had to tempt Duke because he never wanted me, and I never wanted him. But you want me. You want me so bad."

"Shut up."

"How many times did you thrust into your hand wishing it were me?"

"Shut. Up."

"I know you did last night." Isis bit her bottom lip at his low rumble of anger and embarrassment.

"I can't fucking stand you," Kaiba hissed as he pushed her back on the bed.

He wrapped his hand around his erection, angrily jerking his cock. He reached into the side drawer and grabbed a condom, quickly but efficiently putting it on. He gripped the front of her thigh as he fed his thick cock inside of her.

Isis closed her eyes and fought not to make a single sound, but damn it was hard. She surrendered to a gentle sigh. He was inside of her, stretching her out and digging in so deep.

Kaiba angled his hips as he worked himself in balls deep. "Fuck," he hissed as he worked his hips in a circle. She felt perfect – wet, tight, and oh so warm. He smoothed his hair back from his forehead, as he leaned forward resting his palms on the bed, boxing Isis in. He watched the way her chest rose and fell with her slightly accelerated breaths; how her brow furrowed, and her bottom lip dug into her top teeth. He felt himself spiraling.

Isis opened her eyes to find Kaiba tentatively watching her. Watching her in a way she hadn't seen in some time. "Do you have something to say to me?" She dragged her foot up the back of his thigh.

"You called me selfish and controlling but you made me wait 5 months to fuck you." Kaiba cocked his head, "Who's really the dictator here?"

"Still you." Isis sat up on her elbows bringing them closer together. "You could've had me at my graduation."

Kaiba felt that anger rear its ugly head back up. "That never could've happened."

"Why not?"

"Don't be stupid Isis, we were fighting."

Isis licked her lips and gave a downright insidious smile. "Aren't we now too?"

With lighting speed Kaiba grabbed Isis by the neck and shoved her into the mattress. All resolve left him as he snapped his hips forward. "Stop fucking talking," he growled as he tightened his hold on her neck.

Kaiba couldn't stand the smile of victory that was still on Isis' lips. Her head cocked to the side with a ghost of a smile; those oh so blue eyes narrowed like a cat who got the milk. He refused to give her the satisfaction of a win or be the only person currently spiraling.

The slap of his hips grew louder as his efforts grew. The first crack in her demeanor was when she tilted her head back, her chin rising in what looked like defiance. But Kaiba knew Isis, and he knew her tells. She wasn't being cocky; she was starting to lose herself. When her eyes closed and she had trouble keeping her mouth closed, he knew he almost had her.

When Isis felt Kaiba pull out, instinctually she readjusted herself on the bed, moving further back so that only her feet hung off the bed. "Change your mind?"

Kaiba didn't respond, instead he climbed onto the bed. He straddled her thighs so his were pressed into hers. He slipped back inside and ground his hips down hard in moderate succession. He stared down at Isis and watched her eyes roll back, her head falling back against the bed, as her mouth hung open. He had déjà vu, since this is how she reacted the first time he fucked her like this in Las Vegas. He leaned in, supporting himself on his forearms.

"Looks like you changed yours." Kaiba smirked.

All the sass Isis had flown out the window as a keen left her lips, the squelching between them growing louder. The angle change coupled with the pressure to her clit was better than amazing. She wrapped one arm around his neck, pulling him in for a desperate kiss, while her free hand dug into his shoulder, her nails leaving crescent indentations.

Kaiba messily kissed back, feeling himself getting lost in the moment. A growl tore from his throat as he slapped his hips down, the mattress squeaking against the bedframe. "Fuck Isis." He punctuated each word with a hard, wet thrust.

Isis was a muddled mess as she buried her face in his shoulder, crying out unabashedly. "Seto-ungh-please!" He was so hard, in so deep – it was perfect. She pulled him closer searching for another sloppy kiss.

Kaiba kissed her back, his tongue fluttering against hers. He pulled back and pressed his forehead to hers. "Look at me," he groaned.

Isis opened her eyes to find the last thing she expected: unbridled want in Kaiba's glossed cobalt eyes. The very want that had her terrified to come to Japan in the first place.

Kaiba could tell by her response he said it all without saying a word. "Don't take your eyes off me." He went against his instincts and slowed down, not wanting either one of them to find their end just yet. "Just like that..." He interlocked their fingers together, holding them firmly into the bed.

The position created the perfect situation for Kaiba to take her slow, to rock his hips deep with each stroke. Isis gripped his hands to encourage a faster pace. But Kaiba kept the pace slow and deep, watching Isis start to unravel. The tempo was driving her insane with need; the angle and depth building up to something big.

Isis could barely keep her eyes open out of feeling overcome. Their intertwined hands, Kaiba looking at her with so much desire – it left her body squirming more than the amazing pressure inside and out. She talked shit at the beginning but now she couldn't deal. She gave in and closed her eyes to catch her breath.

"No," he hotly breathed against her ear, "look at me," he demanded as his hips stopped firmly against her pelvis grinding right into her. He watched Isis slowly open her eyes, her nipples hard against the lace bra she still had on. "Am I overwhelming you again?" He worked his hips in a figure 8.

"Y-yes," Isis admitted breathily.

"Good." Kaiba would be damned if how he chose to look at Isis was too much, better yet how he showed his interest for her in any way. He resumed his deep slow thrusts. "Don't look away," he panted, "Look at me while I'm inside you."

Isis' mouth hung open with small pants as she didn't look away.

"I don't give a fuck if how I want you makes you overwhelmed." He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a wet kiss.

"S-Seto," Isis mewled against his tongue, kissing with all the feelings she had for him.

Kaiba separated their lips, a string of saliva connected them that he licked away, "Say my name. Look at me and say it."

"Seto-Seto-Seto—" Isis chanted while he drove into her, their eyes locked on each other.

Kaiba pressed his forehead to hers, eyes unblinking. "I love the way you say my name when I'm fucking you."

Isis continued to follow instructions and something she hadn't felt in a while started happening to her body. Her skin was tingling from head to toe, her nipples incredibly hard and sensitive to his touch. The lace rubbing against them was the perfect tease. That slow burn between her thighs was starting to reach an inferno.

"I-I… c-can't…" Isis was trying to communicate what was happening, but she couldn't. She couldn't look into his eyes, feel his hard cock, and say it. "P-please…!"

"Yes, you can," Kaiba almost cooed. He didn't change anything with his pace or angle, everything continued painfully slow. "You can because you're mine. Anything that belongs to me can."

Isis hissed and leaned her head back, eyes rolling back. "Seto-please-I-you…"

"You liked it when I said you were mine, didn't you? I saw it in your eyes – I felt it in how you gripped my dick." Kaiba's smirk had been infuriating up until now. Now it was the sexiest thing Isis had seen. "Do you like how I'm fucking you?"

"Mmhm," Isis whined as the pace continued to hold her hostage. She tried to form words again, but the eye contact left her speechless.

"Come Isis…" Kaiba encouraged with a groan. He looked down to find her absolutely frothing around his length. "Come all over me."

An implosion shook Isis from the inside out, rattling her body. Her release made the wet slapping noises more poignant. She let out a short cry, grabbing Kaiba for dear life as her whole-body shook, running her nails down his back leaving whelps in their wake.

"You wanted to be brat so bad. Look at you now, soaking me like this," Kaiba hissed.

"K-keep fucking me," Isis begged in a whiny voice still holding him tight. "Don't stop!"

"Tell me how good it is," Kaiba groaned as he kept his pace.

"So good. You're so big-so hard-mmm-so deep."

Kaiba cursed between gritted teeth. His cock created a crude squelching with each thrust. He wanted this to last forever but he was so close. "Fuck, I'm going to come."

Isis looked at Kaiba with lust filled eyes and her mouth hanging open, "Come inside me Seto."

Kaiba's hips stuttered and his shoulders shivered in an uncontrollable way. He buried his face in Isis' neck and pulled her into his arms, roaring his release. His toes balanced against the comforter as he pushed as far inside of her as he could. He caught his breath and rolled over, lying on his back next to her.

The house fell silent. The only sounds were the faint lapping of waves and the couple panting.

Isis shakily reached behind her back and removed her bra. It was uncomfortable against her sweaty skin. She reached down and took off the pink garter too. She rolled onto her side to drop them off the side of the bed. This was the closest she'd been to Kaiba since she arrived, and she didn't know what to expect next. She felt the bed dip and didn't have the courage to look.

Kaiba slid off the bed and disposed of the condom. He trailed his eyes down from Isis' dark hair, her elegantly sloped back, and to her round hips and ass. He'd never missed someone's body before; it was a new feeling. He reached into the drawer and grabbed a roll of condoms and placed them on the bed for good measure. He climbed back on the bed and rolled Isis onto her back. He stared down at her, comparing the woman now to the one he met on that rooftop in downtown Tokyo.

Isis stared up at Kaiba. His eyes still held a level of turbulence, but they'd softened considerably. Isis felt like Kaiba was seeing her for the first time since she arrived. She reached up and smoothed his sweaty bangs back from his forehead; her hand trailing along his jawline.

"Now what?"

Kaiba subconsciously leaned into her soft hand trailing down his neck, tracing his Adam's apple with her thumb. "Shut up."

"No."

Kaiba leaned down and pressed his lips gently against Isis', then pulled back. "Yes."

Isis sat up on her elbows and pressed her lips sweetly against his, pulling back to have a single word fan against his lips: "No."

Kaiba laid next to her and grabbed Isis. He manhandled her to straddle his hips. He pulled her down, so they were nose-to-nose, her long hair curtaining them from the outside world. "'Aywa."

Isis puckered her lips, so they shared a ghost of a kiss. "Iya."

Kaiba pushed forward to steal a kiss only to have Isis retreat twice before she gave in on his third attempt, and allowed him to kiss her. He kissed her fervently; his tongue slipped against her, both of their breathing wetly fanning over their damp lips. Isis pushed back with just as much passion, losing herself and pushing her body more into him.

Kaiba pulled away and gripped her shoulders, pushing her back until she sat up on top of him. He moved his hands still on her shoulders down across her chest, his palms brushing against her nipples. While Kaiba was infatuated with Isis' ass, her breasts were nothing to ignore. Soft, round, perky; they felt so good resting in his hands. They looked so good bouncing as he fucked her. He brushed his palms against her nipples again.

Isis sighed at the little tingle the touch gave her. She grabbed his wrists to stop his hands there.

Kaiba kneaded each breast, his thumbs rubbing around her areola's before pressing softly into her erect nipples making little circles. "Why did you do this?" He flicked the small silver hoops for emphasis.

Isis titled her head back, eyes narrowed in arousal as she pushed her chest more into his hands. "Rebellion."

Kaiba watched her smooth her hair up into a bun that she held in place with one hand. Her free hand rested on her thigh. "I couldn't imagine you being rebellious," he snarked as he leaned forward to press kisses into her collar bones.

Isis sighed into a smile, "We're not all squares like the great Seto Kaiba."

Kaiba was described as a lot of things in his time, but never a square. He focused on what was accurate about the statement. "I am great." He trailed his kisses lower and looked up at her, her nipple inches from his mouth.

Isis rolled her eyes before softly moaning at the feeling of her nipple being circled by a hot wet tongue. The tip of the appendage flicked against her little silver hoop, working it back and forth. "S-Seto…"

Kaiba mouthed his way from one breast to the other, giving it the same treatment. He paused. "Should I be sentimental and eat crème brûlée off your boobs?"

Isis looked down with hazy eyes and felt a giggle bubbling up, recounting their special time at the 'Top of the World' restaurant. "Did you just make a joke?"

"Maybe."

Isis cupped his face in her hands, her hair falling heavy and dark against her back and shoulders. She tilted him forward, pressing a warm kiss to his mouth. He pressed back, tongue coming out to meet hers in the middle.

Isis surrendered her body to Kaiba as he held her in place, slowly placing her onto her back, his body between her legs. His kisses pressed her firmly into the mattress. She could feel his hands trail up her thighs, squeezing the flesh in a possessive grip. He loved how strong and thick they felt in his palms.

Kaiba kissed across her neck and collarbones. This time ignoring her breasts to instead sprinkle her sternum in hot opened mouth kisses. He trailed lower and tugged on her belly-button piercing with his teeth. "More rebellion?"

"The first."

Kaiba continued kissing past her navel, leaving sloppy kisses right above her mons pubis. He stared up at Isis as he dragged his tongue down and stopped just above her clit, before licking back up, sucking hickies into her pubic mound.

Isis squirmed in anticipation. She fought to keep her hips pressed into the bed instead of shoving her dampening core shamelessly into his face. She looked down to watch Kaiba tick his eyes from her face, to directly between her legs. He was staring like he was committing her to memory. The bold action left her feeling a little embarrassed.

"What are you doing?"

Kaiba ticked his eyes back to hers, a smirk pulling at his lips. "I haven't seen you in a while." He could see the wheels in her head turning for a just as sassy response, but he didn't give her a chance to complete it. He extended his tongue and licked from the bottom to the top with the width of the appendage.

Isis huffed out a breath. She grabbed onto the sheets to ground herself, as the next few licks ended in him latching on to her clit, swirling his tongue around it. One of her hands gripped his hair, her moans bouncing off the walls.

Kaiba shifted a little and inserted his index and middle finger, rapidly finger fucking her. "Ride my face," he demanded as he returned to expertly sucking her clit.

Isis buried both of her hands in his hair and did just that: she ground against his face, humping down on his fingers, and thrusting up against his tongue. "So good Seto..." She closed her eyes and fully gave herself to the sensation. Her moans grew in pitch as her hips more aggressively thrusted upward.

Kaiba reached up with his free hand and gripped the closest breast. He pinched the nipple and she keened.

Isis felt that delicious crescendo below her belly button. She locked her thighs around his head, humping him senselessly. "Ughn-eat me-just like that—"

Kaiba groaned as Isis' thick thighs crushed his head as she chased her end. And her end Isis met. She came trembling with her breaths coming out staccato. Kaiba licked her soft lips clean of her release and reached to the side of the bed, locating the roll of condoms. He tore one off.

Isis could hear the crinkle of the wrapper and bit her lip to keep from smiling.

Kaiba noticed but refused to comment on it. Isis could come to her own conclusions. He put the condom on and repositioned himself between her legs. He slipped back inside her, this time setting a selfish pace from the start. Eating her out turned him on so bad, he could barely comprehend taking her slow again.

Isis bounced against the mattress staring up at Kaiba. His eyes were closed with his mouth partially hanging open, completely focused on his needs. Isis wondered if this was the first time Kaiba was genuinely being selfish. His words held so much bite, but his actions continued to betray him until now.

"F-fuck," Kaiba hissed as he felt Isis clamp down. He opened his eyes to find that ghost of a smile. Keeping eye contact, he looked at her in that oh so overwhelming way. He watched her further flush with arousal. "You feel so fucking good."

Isis bit her lip, gripping Kaiba once more.

Kaiba hissed as he pressed his chest to hers, rolling his hips deep into her core. He pressed in as far as he could, his sac pressing into Isis' bottom. "Do it again."

Isis did just that and felt Kaiba hotly puff air against her lips. She leaned forward and captured his lips into a filthy kiss as she continued a series of kegels that left him cursing into her mouth.

Kaiba threw his head back as he fucked into Isis chasing his end. "You're-fuck-so tight." He buried his face into her neck as he came with a loud groan, minutely working his hips to ride out his orgasm.

He rolled off Isis and the two lay there, catching their breaths again. While Isis hadn't found her end, it wasn't necessary this time. Not when she could feel the tips of Kaiba's fingers tickling against her thigh.

After disposing of the condom, Kaiba rolled her onto her stomach. He pushed her long hair up and away from her body. Isis had her arms extended out; her fingers picking at the comforter. Her posturing reminded him of a muse from a painting.

Kaiba rolled over onto his stomach and pressed his forehead against her shoulder, breathing in her scent. He felt like he was losing his mind with how insatiable he felt. One minute he despised her very presence, now he couldn't imagine her not being right here, right now, for his consumption.

Isis remained lying still. She stared out the window, taking in the ocean in all its splendor. She wanted to be giddy; giggle her feelings and smile. But she had to remind herself that sex could mean nothing. Surrendering her body to Kaiba didn't necessarily move her closer to Kaiba's good graces. But right now, she didn't want to focus on that, she just wanted to feel good and allow herself this moment.

Kaiba pressed a hesitant kiss to her shoulder, followed by another, then another. The confidence of the kisses grew as he kissed up to her neck, transitioning across to her other shoulder. He heard Isis' content sigh, and it drove him to continue. He dotted her spine in hungrily open mouth kisses, as a hand once more found her hair; his fingers combing through it. He sucked hickies into her lower back and grabbed the globes of her bottom, squeezing them as he kissed across the swells.

Kaiba sucked further down, nibbling into her thighs and licking the back of her knees. He felt utterly drunk off her body, her skin, her smell – her. He continued on to her calves and left butterfly kisses against her ankles. He gripped the heel of her foot in contemplation.

"Does Seto Kaiba suck toes?" Isis asked in a relaxed tone.

Kaiba watched the toes playfully wiggle before he let her leg drop unceremoniously back on the bed. Isis giggled from below and the sound was like water to parched lips. He climbed on top of her and turned her head, deeply kissing her mouth. He could feel himself hardening again. He ran a hand down her side, settling on her ass. He disconnected their lips and sat back to spread her cheeks, staring.

"Again?" Kaiba asked in a raspy tone.

"Again," Isis breathlessly agreed with zero hesitation. She tilted her hips up in offering. She heard the crinkle of the condom roll followed by the swollen head of Kaiba's cock prodding at her.

"Just like that?" Kaiba hissed as he slipped inside. He laid flat against her back and pinned her wrists to the bed. He rolled his hips in her.

Isis felt the wind get knocked out of her at how deep he was. "Mmm-yeah-just like that."

Kaiba kept rolling his hips into her, loving the sound of how drenched she got. "Fuck Isis…" He didn't even know what he was trying to say as he drove his hips straight down into her cheeks. The globes jiggled deliciously as he plowed her into the mattress.

Isis flexed her wrists in his hold, her nails digging into the comforter. She could feel drool collecting under her tongue at how good everything felt. "F-fuck me," she begged as her toes curled.

Kaiba buried his face in her neck as he did just that, hotly panting as his mouth hung open. He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of filling her, holding her down, owning her. He pressed his forehead to her temple and hotly demanded: "Say you belong to me."

Isis arched her back more and did her best to throw her hips back to meet his thrusts. "Say you want me here." She bit her lip, whining as his hands gripped her wrists tighter.

Kaiba immediately stopped all actions, using his weight to keep Isis pinned down into the bed. He let go of her wrists and used his left arm to wrap around her neck in a loose headlock with his elbow. He used the leverage to hold her in place while he bit down on her ear. He rolled his hips deeply into her.

"I want you here," he almost growled. He sounded frustrated it was true.

Isis was quaking under him whimpering. He finally said it. He finally admitted what she already knew. "Again."

Kaiba let go of Isis and pulled out. He got up on his knees and positioned Isis onto her knees. He locked his hand around the back of her neck and reentered her setting a rough pace. "I. Want. You. Here." He punctuated each word with a hard thrust. "I've wanted you here for 5 months."

Isis turned her head so she could look back at Kaiba. She found him staring directly at her. She reached both hands back.

Instinctively he grabbed them and pinned them folded against her back, holding them in place by the wrists. "Don't ever make me fucking wait again." The threat was real despite how winded he sounded.

"I belong to you," Isis whimpered as she kept eye contact.

Kaiba felt like that last bit of sanity leave and he fucked Isis like an animal in heat. His growls combined with her cries in a cacophony of unbridled desire and need. Even after he came, he manhandled her so he could kiss her lips and until he was hard again. The second he was, he was having her in yet another position. This went on for some time. It wasn't until the last condom Kaiba set out was used, he rolled off Isis and they paused their sexual exploits.

Isis closed her eyes and focused on her breaths. Her whole body was tingling and sore in the aftermath of the proper fucking. She knew she'd be so sore tomorrow, but that didn't matter. Nothing mattered: Kaiba finally said he wanted her here. Even if it was a clouded moment of passion, she still got to hear those words. For now, it was enough.

She felt the bed dip as Kaiba got up, no doubt tossing the condom. She squeaked in surprise at Kaiba's hand grabbing her ankle. Was he ready to go again? He pulled Isis down to the edge and lifted her up, carrying her over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

"We should take a shower."

"I am capable of transporting myself."

"Are you sure?" Was Kaiba's haughty reply. "Your legs were still shaking."

Isis thought back to Kaiba carrying her in a similar fashion the first time they had sex. He was like some sort of barbarian strutting around with his prized catch. She found it kind of...cute. Maybe her post-orgasm high found it cute. Kaiba set her down in the large shower and one of the heads immediately turned on.

Isis stood in the middle, enjoying the large shower head raining down in the middle. Kaiba messed with a touchpad against the wall and watched as the other showers also came on. She didn't know what was coming next, but she decided to keep the moment going. She grabbed Kaiba's wrist and pulled him over, pressing her lips to his. She kissed him heartily, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Kaiba kissed her back and gathered her ass into his hands, pressing her into him. He squeezed her ass, kissing more enthusiastically. "If you keep this up, I'm going to fuck you again."

"Are you?" Isis kissed down his chest as the water rained down on them from above. She lowered herself to her knees and smoothed her wet hair back. She grabbed his cock and jerked him slowly. "Don't tease me."

Kaiba watched with dark eyes as Isis reverently fed his cock past her kiss swollen lips. He hissed at the feeling of his head being sucked before she flicked the tip of her tongue against his slit. He groaned deep in his chest when she started moving her head in tandem with her hand, taking more of more of his girth into her mouth.

Isis took as much as she could into her mouth as she bobbed her head, never taking her eyes off Kaiba. The heaviness on her tongue, the way he stretched her lips, the taste – it was perfect. She used her free hand to reach to the base and grabbed his sac. She gently squeezed it before rotating it in her hand.

"Fuck," Kaiba clenched his jaw and spread his legs a little bit. "I'm definitely fucking you again." He slid Isis off his cock and exited the shower.

Isis watched Kaiba go over to the towel closet and grab a few. He then reached into a drawer on his side of the vanity and retrieved another condom. He refolded the two towels into thick squares and laid them down onto the wet floor. He laid down and motioned her over, as he stroked himself to full hardness, and put the condom on.

Isis straddled Kaiba, her knees resting on the towels, and placed her hands on his shoulders. She lifted her hips, waiting for him to hold his erection steady.

Kaiba tsked as he rubbed the swollen head of his cock against her swollen lips. "You're facing the wrong direction." He watched her shiver from the friction every time her sensitive clit was touched. "I didn't wait 5 months not to see your ass while you ride me."

Isis didn't keep up her squats for nothing (she was still haunted by her one bun booty) so she appreciated the crude compliment. She repositioned the towels so her knees wouldn't dig into the hard tile floor. "Controlling and considerate," she murmured.

"Your favorite combination." He spread one of her cheeks with one hand and held up his cock with the other, feeding it inside of her. "Shit...you feel so good."

"Yeah?" Isis clenched around him.

Kaiba grabbed her hips and groaned.

Isis leaned forward and started working her hips back, moaning at being stretched and penetrated by her own rules. For the first time since arriving, she was in control. It was both victorious and incredibly hot.

Instinctively he reached up and slapped both hands down on her ass. Kaiba bit his lip, spreading her cheeks to watch him stretch her out with each drop.

"Should I do it slow?" Isis rocked her hips back and forth. She went up until the tip was barely in, then dropped back down until her bottom was flush with his hips. "Or should I go fast?" She worked her hips, bouncing her ass on Kaiba's cock, before stopping and sitting up. She looked over her shoulder to find his face flushed and eyes glossy, "How do you want it?"

"Fuck me however you want," he groaned.

"I'm allowed to make moves now?" She rotated her hips in a figure 8 motion.

"I'll allow it this time," he smugly responded as he ground his hips up into her. He slapped her hard on the ass. "Get to it."

"Bossy and impatient." Isis started working her hips back setting a good pace.

"Your second favorite combination." Kaiba wrapped his hand around Isis' long hair and pulled.

She arched her back more to accommodate the pull and fucked herself harder on his cock.

"You look so good like this." He used his free hand to grab a handful of her ass, before slapping each cheek.

She moaned in response, working her hips more. Isis loved the feel of Kaiba pulling her hair every time she clenched around him or dropped back a little bit faster or harder than before.

"Mmm, how does my ass look?"

"So fucking good," Kaiba growled as he bumped his hips every time she came down.

"I want you to come all over my ass." Isis looked over her shoulder giving Kaiba a sultry smile.

Kaiba closed his eyes, not used to Isis being so talkative.

"You like marking what belongs to you, don't you?"

Kaiba blearily opened his eyes, watching Isis taunt him by riding him in a way that was essentially twerking on his dick. "Oh my God…" Her ass was bouncing perfectly against his hips. The visual alone was rushing him to his end.

"Mark me up, cover me," Isis panted as she continued her antics.

Kaiba drugs his nails down her back, watching the mild whelp's form. He listened to her whine in reaction.

"Yeah, like that," she moaned. She returned to riding the full length of his cock, slamming down on his hips. "I wish you'd mark me from the inside."

Kaiba actually whimpered.

Isis heard the delicious sound and continued, "I want you to come inside me – no condom. You want to come inside me, don't you?"

Kaiba gave a strangled moan as his cheeks had the nerve to blush.

"You want to fill me full of your come and—"

"Fuck Isis, shut up!" Kaiba barely pulled out, removing the condom, as he angrily jacked off as he came with a whiny moan, spilling all over her lower back and ass.

Isis giggled above him as she rubbed her clit, slipping two fingers inside herself. She closed her eyes, replaying his whimpers. Again, she came but with less intensity, it being no less enjoyable. She laid out flat on the shower floor, impressed the water was still pouring in hot from all sides.

Kaiba got up on shaky legs and grabbed one of the main shower attachments. He hosed Isis off and grabbed a bar of soap and a washcloth. He soaped it up and got down, scrubbing her body.

Isis closed her eyes, "That feels nice..."

"I came on you, it's the least I can do." Kaiba dropped the washcloth on her tummy with a wet flop. "You can do the rest." He grabbed his own washcloth and went to the right side of the shower to scrub his body.

Periodically he looked back to find Isis washing herself, humming a tune he wasn't familiar with. For a second, he imagined this as everyday life. Waking up in the morning to hearing her humming in the shower, while he got ready for the day. He felt a small ache in his chest and finished up. He got out as fast as he could and wrapped himself in a large bath towel.

He returned to his office and grabbed his smart-phone. He had quite a few messages and emails to review. Luckily no missed calls, so nothing too important happened this afternoon. He double took the time realizing the afternoon was far behind them and the sun was halfway set.

How much time had gone by? He felt like he entered a time warp that launched him into an alternate universe. One where Isis might actually be his, where all of his planning and work paid off. A part of him didn't want to go back to the bedroom. He wanted to stay in the office and believe what he saw as delusions were truth. But things were never that easy.

Isis stood in the shower and stared at the spot Kaiba was just in. Isis wanted to act like she misread him, but she knew very well what Kaiba looked like spooked. She wondered if his turbulent thoughts were only distracted by their intimacy, him still not quite able to work through what he wanted of Isis. Despite how relaxed she was, she could feel a quiet frustration building.

She stepped out and wrapped herself in one of the large bath towels. She returned to the bedroom. Kaiba wasn't there and the lights in the hall were out, the bedroom lighting a warm dim setting. How much time had passed? The pending night ocean view cast in twilight, were both enchanting and unsettling. It was transforming into a black ink well of unknown, as it still fought to steal light from the escaping sun. She sat down on the edge of the bed and stared out over the water.

Isis heard Kaiba's footsteps as they entered the bedroom and paused. She looked over her shoulder to find him staring. "Seto…"

"What?" Kaiba spoke in a familiar monotone. He set his smart-phone on a side table and gave Isis his undivided attention.

"We need to talk." Isis clutched the front of her towel.

Kaiba stared but said nothing.

"No more games, no more arguing."

Kaiba found the term 'post-nut clarity' stupid, and reserved for people just as stupid (yes, he was talking about Joey), but right now it might have some merit. "I don't want to argue either." And it was true, he didn't want to argue with her. The rage and animosity he felt towards her had died down considerably. All that remained was this nameless need.

Isis sighed in relief before continuing, "If you want me here, I need you to tell me." She looked away, wistfully watching the ocean. Otherwise, she planned to pack her belongings and return to her family, but she couldn't get those words out. "No matter what's said in the throes of passion, it still must be confessed sober."

Kaiba heard and processed what she said in real time but continued to watch Isis without saying a word. The jet-black hair, the warm copper skin, and the stunning blue eyes. She was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen, and he felt like he was seeing her for the first time. But he couldn't find the words to express any of this, not even what she wanted—no, what she needed to hear. Why was he like this?

Isis wasn't offended by the silence. There was a silent language about Kaiba she was learning to understand. He was a man of science; he was an observer. A guess, test, revise kind of mind and as time went on, she felt this was his approach to the unknown. His ability to understand complexities but be stumped by simple things was fascinating. And while she found this trait bittersweet, she knew she couldn't always accept silence for the sake of his nature.

Kaiba could tell he was losing her the longer he took to speak. His brain searched for the best course of action, sifting through every detail he knew about Isis. He locked in on an idea and it felt like a long shot, but he was willing to try.

"Isis."

Isis looked up again to find Kaiba slowly approaching her.

"'Nothing is more deceitful...than the appearance of humility.'" Kaiba sat down next to her.

Isis stared at him immediately knowing the quote, "'Pride and Prejudice'?"

Kaiba nodded. He felt so stupid quoting the book, but he knew Isis would understand the context. He looked out the window. "I may not be able to fully conceptualize it, but I think I can comprehend the 'perpetual pause' as you called it." He looked down at the floor, hating how vulnerable he felt, how stupid he sounded to himself. "When I blocked you, maybe it was my version of putting things on hold…"

"In what way?" Isis quietly asked, afraid if she was any louder, she'd disturb Kaiba's thought process.

"I wasn't done." Kaiba glared out the window, hating how his mind was calling him weak for admitting any of this. "I still wanted you."

Isis bit her lip, afraid to jump the gun with a response. She remained silent.

"When I heard your voice, in person, for the first time in 5 months, that stopped everything." Kaiba looked at her, "I was never indecisive – I want you here."

Isis felt butterflies take off in migration from her chest to her stomach.

Kaiba eyed the bruises across her neck and wondered how her butt looked. "I was too rough…" with everything. "If you don't want to stay…" He didn't know how he wanted to finish that statement, so he made an offer, "I'll take you back myself."

Isis rushed the words out, "I don't want to go back. I wish to stay here…with you." She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "If you would have me."

Kaiba absentmindedly traced the bruises along her throat before looking in her eyes. Something came over him and the words were out before he could stop them. "Isis, ana asif giddan…" (I'm so sorry) He knew this had nothing to do with the bruises.

As did Isis as she felt her eyes well up and a lump form in her throat. "Seto…"

Kaiba wasn't why Isis had tears rolling down her cheeks, but the last time he saw her cry it was also his fault. He panicked. "…I'll do whatever you want."

Isis used the corner of her towel to dab her eyes. "I don't understand the offer."

Kaiba stared at Isis like she spoke a language he didn't understand. "You want to leave…?"

"No, I don't." Isis smiled, "I'm crying because your apology really touched me."

Kaiba felt his 'flight-or-fight' response relax and his shoulders loosen. "To confirm, you want to stay?"

Isis giggled, giddy from a flurry of feelings. "Yes, and just to confirm, you want me to?"

"Yes." Kaiba felt his face pinken like a ripe strawberry at how Isis looked at him. But he liked how she was looking at him, here, right now, in person. He was kissing her before he knew it; one hand was buried in her hair, the other tugging on the towel.

They lay down on the bed and faced each other, kissing languidly as their hands explored each other's body. Earlier their passion burned hot like wildfire; devouring everything in its path. Now it trickled and gurgled like a serene stream. Not rushed but ever moving.

Isis draped a leg over Kaiba's hip as she slipped her tongue past his lips, tasting him in a hot and steamy way. She trailed her hands along his shoulders and biceps, feeling how strong his body was. Her index fingers slid between his abs before trailing back up, squeezing his pectorals.

Kaiba's cock was so hard between them, but he made no move to change what was happening. Something about being touched like this felt amazing. It was like a part of his brain was being scratched in the best way possible. He encouraged her touches by pressing more of his body into hers. He sucked on the bruises on her neck and collar bones and sucked new ones into her shoulders. He wanted to mark her as much as possible.

Isis titled her head back, loving the attention. "S-Seto?"

He hummed in response.

"Can you…" Isis leaned back out of reach and rolled over. She pressed her back into his chest and put her leg back over his hip. "Can we like this?"

"Hold on…" Kaiba traversed the bed to a side table and opened the drawer with the condoms.

Kaiba returned and they maneuvered into the spooning position facing the ocean. He braced her hip and as Isis reached between them, feeding him back inside her. Kaiba used his left arm to wrap around her midsection, while his right hand remained on her hip, holding her steady as he thrusted. Isis rocked her hips back into his and wrapped her right arm around his neck. She placed her left hand between her thighs, pressing the pads of her fingers into her clit.

Kaiba groaned in appreciation. Something about the way Isis wasn't afraid to show her pleasure and chase her end always turned him on. He pressed more sloppy kisses into her neck. "Say it."

"I belong to you," Isis breathed as she continued to work herself over, pushing her bottom back into Kaiba's languid thrusts. "You say it."

"I want you here." Kaiba nibbled her ear. "I want you here."

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We finally made it everyone. War is over…for now. Hahaha. We know things will never be that easy for these two, but we can all enjoy this resolution for what it is.

Update: I will not be updating this story during the month of October. I have something planned, so please be on the lookout for that.

For those of you who choose not to, I will see you in November!

Japanese Words:

Iya – No

Arabic Words:

'Awya – Yes

Ana asif giddan – I'm so sorry

Pride and Prejudice Quotes

"Nothing is more deceitful... than the appearance of humility." – Darcy

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lovereading92: Majorly blue balled! We all know what Kaiba wants but he needed that release to admit it. I cannot wait to see how you illustrate this chapter in particular.

pimssy: I'm laughing so hard at how you went from praising him to cussing him out. You're a true Kaiba fan. Hahaha. Kaiba is sooo dramatic and he's already taking his roll as a future grumpy husband seriously. The steam has been blown off, that's for sure. We can only go up from here…maybe. We'll see.

A Gentle Reminder...

My dear friend Em is illustrating the OG story, 10-10-2-Do-Me. Please check out her page for more details!

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See you in November!