Some major smut going on. I really have no excuse for this. I had an idea and then it just took its own dirty flight. Takes place after DSOD. Don't read if you don't like that kind of stuff.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters.

Hauntings

This was getting ridiculous, Seto Kaiba thought to himself as he, for the third night in a row, got off the bed to clean himself off. He had ejaculated all over himself in his sleep, arousal since buzzing under his skin after he had awoken. He had rarely done it in his early teen years, an abusive stepfather, and the pressure to become the best would do that to a boy. But here he was, a twenty-year-old man and he was staining his silk pants like a boy who had just discovered masturbating. Grumbling, he walked gingerly over to the bathroom and turned on the light. He stripped off his sleep pants, wet a cloth and wiped away the evidence of his release.

Already, he could feel the stirrings in his lower regions as he recalled the reason for his discomfort. It was those damn dreams. Those damn dreams that never seemed to cease unless he exhausted himself into sleep through work and exercise. He walked out of the bathroom and found a new pair of pants before climbing back into his massive bed that could sleep four people but only ever slept one. He closed his eyes and tried to push out the images that formed in his mind, his body clearly still thinking of the pleasures of the dream. He didn't understand why suddenly, these dreams were plaguing him. The Pharaoh had passed to the Afterlife over a year ago. True, he had returned momentarily during the whole Diva business, and then Seto again saw him when he dueled him again and then lost again in the Afterlife. It had been six months since Kaiba had returned from his last duel with the Pharaoh. These dreams started upon his return to the land of the living. Although, traveling to and from the Afterlife didn't exactly come with a known list of side effects. But still, how could these dreams possibly be a side effect from that? Reliving memories from the Pharaoh Seto when he took over after Atem died? It was unheard of. Seto hadn't even seen his ancient counterpart during his brief visit to the Afterlife. And why these memories? It wasn't like it was all his memories or everyday interactions that Seto was dreaming of. No, it was of her. Intimate moments with her. Passionate moments with her. Dare he say, loving, moments with her. Teana.

From what he could gather from the conversations between them, before they became a tangle of naked limbs, Teana was a dancer that later became Seto's wife. Well, one of his wives. But after Pharaoh Seto had Teana, he would have no one else. He was besotted with her and cast aside all others to be with only her. Seto had no idea what ended up becoming of them. The records were unclear from the research he had done. It was speculated that there was an attempted murder of Teana and their son by the two other wives. When Pharaoh Seto discovered this, he had the two wives executed. Not a warm and fuzzy story.

The question remained why the modern day Seto was be plagued by these memories. He was losing sleep and his mind constantly drifted to what he was now certain to be the modern day Teana. Téa Gardner. Just thinking about her had his cock swelling to life. He gritted his teeth and tried to fight the urges. Giving in would mean losing control. It's not like he hadn't had sex before. He could count the number of women he's slept with on one hand and only when the itch needed to be scratched. And never in his own bed. But this was nothing like this.

It's not like he hadn't known that she was attractive. Sure, she wasn't the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but even if she had been, it would have been overshadowed by his compulsion to win against one of her best friends. He never allowed himself to think of her in that way, mainly because of her connection to her dork friends and his own rival. Now, it was an inexplainable need that had his blood pumping and his ears buzzing with just the thought of her. His cock throbbed persistently, so much it was starting to become painful. His desires were becoming so strong that Seto feared that if he ever saw her, he would end up taking her right there and then, no matter where they were. No, he couldn't lose control. He wouldn't lose this fight. He stubbornly got out of bed and headed back to the bathroom. Another cold shower in the middle of the night. Wonderful. At least she's in New York, he thought wryly, no chance I can run into her. That's what he thought.

In fact, Téa Gardner had just returned to Domino City that very night. It was summer break and she had elected to come back to see her family and friends. And to figure out why she was having these dreams. Seto Kaiba was not the only one experiencing the past. Téa had also been privy to Teana's past experiences with Pharaoh Seto and was just as confused and frustrated as to why she was suddenly experiencing these dreams. She knew of Kaiba's journey to the Afterlife and his safe return. That was the last thing she had heard about him six months ago. Then why all of a sudden, was she having these dreams about the past? She couldn't ask Yugi. Talk about embarrassing. But she could ask one person whose genius constantly dazzled the world. And she was going to ask him what the hell happened in the Afterlife. These dreams started when Kaiba returned. There had to be a connection.

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The next night, Téa strolled up to the Kaiba mansion. She had been trying to build the courage to come here all day. She knew he would be at his office during the day. Hell, he could still be there being the workaholic that he is. Still, there was no way she was going to talk to him about this problem there. But she did know that coming to his home at night, alone was asking for trouble. Beggars couldn't be choosers. There was no way she was meeting him in public to talk about this and she was not going to tell anyone else about it. This was the best she could do and Téa was determined to get to the bottom of these dreams.

Security had let her through once she had given them her name. Lucky that Mokuba had put her of the allowed list of visitors a while ago, although she had only been here once or twice to see him.

She hesitantly knocked on the door and with batted breath, waited for an answer. The door opened gently a minute later by someone who was, thankfully, not Seto Kaiba. Roland greeted her and welcomed her back to Domino.

"Are you here to see Mr. Mokuba?"

"No, actually. I-I'm here to see his brother." Roland may have looked surprised if he hadn't been wearing sunglasses even though it was currently 7:30pm and the sun had set two hours ago.

Roland nodded after a brief pause and asked her to follow him. Mr. Kaiba was currently in his home office, Roland informed her. Téa nervously followed him up the grand staircase and down an ornate hallway. He stopped at two large oak doors and told her to simply knock and then excused himself. Téa watched as Roland turned around and went back towards the staircase until he disappeared. She stared at the doors for a minute, feeling a pull in her gut, knowing that Kaiba was behind these doors. She took a deep breath and braced herself as she knocked. A faint "enter" was heard and she opened the door.

Kaiba was standing with his back to her when she came in, standing over a table with papers strewn about it, giving her a moment to take him in. He was wearing what looked like had been his Battle City outfit without the white trench coat. She spotted the infamous coat flung on the coach in the corner of the room. The black material of his shirt was tight against his back, showing the peaks and valleys of his back muscles. The leather pants emphasized his long, lean legs and firm backside. He continued pouring over the papers as she walked a few steps in the room. She would never admit it, but she had a tiny crush on him in high school. She had a thing for good-looking powerful men it seemed whether they were Pharaohs or CEOs.

"What is it Mokuba?" his deep, smooth voice washed over her and Teana's memories of that voice saying vastly different things ran through her mind. This was a terrible idea, she thought to herself. She hadn't even seen his face yet and her body was already calling to him. She could feel the arousal and desire burning in her core.

Téa licked her lips. "I-I'm not Mokuba." She saw his back muscles tense immediately and he froze in the middle of lifting one of the papers he had been studying. He slowly turned towards her, a look of shock crossing his features. The minute their blue eyes locked on each other, Téa felt a sharp pull in her gut and her cheeks flushed.

What the fuck is she doing here? Seto thought to himself. He dropped the paper and turned around, ready to approach her. Realizing what he was about to do, he stopped himself and leaned back against the table so he could grip the table behind him. He felt an overwhelming urge to go to her and could already feel his pants tightening as he took in her womanly figure as she walked further into the room. The curves of her hips and her soft lips were the most exquisite torture. The short blue skirt was not helping him keep his focus off her strong, womanly legs that he would love to have wrapped around him. He gripped the desk till his knuckles turned white.

"Wh-what are you doing here Gardner?" He cursed himself when his usual cold tone, had a breathy sound to it.

She licked her lips. Fuck, is she trying to kill me? Seto thought. He could recall with perfect clarity how Teana's lips had tasted and he wondered if they would taste the same as her reincarnation. He bit his tongue hoping those thoughts would leave his mind and instead tried to focus on the pain.

"I need to talk to you. It's important," she said firmly. Kaiba had clearly been hitting the gym because her first thought was wow. He was more built than when she had last seen him, with muscular pecks and broad shoulders. He had always been fit, and yes, she had noticed, but his muscles were even more well defined now. She could count every ab muscle through his shirt that left little to the imagination. Her core was throbbing with want, but she restrained herself from climbing him like a tree. "I know this might sound weird but…have you been having strange dreams lately?" The widening of his eyes was enough of an answer. He had.

He was still too shocked by her presence to even try to deny it to her. "You've been having them too? About my past self and your past self…" he trailed off, hoping she knew what he was talking about. There was no way he was saying it aloud. She nodded and took a few steps closer, the urge to claim her raged through him at her closer proximity.

"Don't. Don't come any closer." He had a hard-enough time controlling himself when he was alone, but with her here in the same room alone with him, it was pushing him to his limits. Téa stopped abruptly at the darkening in his blue eyes. She ran her eyes over him hungrily and knew that her eyes most likely reflected what she had seen in his. Desire. Arousal. Lust.

"What is happening to us, Kaiba? Why are we having these – these memories or whatever. Why now? What happened in your trip to the Afterlife? Did you meet either of them?"

Kaiba shook his head trying to focus his thoughts. "No, I only saw Atem. I know they were married, like I'm sure you do, but any research I've done hasn't revealed a lot. I haven't learned a lot from the memories either because they always end up with…" He was not finishing that sentence. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration and he noticed she followed the movement of his arms.

She nodded shifting her gaze away from him. He could see the pink rising to her cheeks. His male ego soared knowing that he was affecting her like this. He tightly regripped the table behind him thinking of all the ways he could make her blush.

"S-so what are we going to do? I can't keep on like this," Téa said. "There has to be some way to make it stop."

Seto shrugged trying to mask his growing desire for her the longer she stood in front of him. I need to get rid of her he thought. "We stay away from each other. Go back to New York. They'll stop eventually."

"How do you know that, Kaiba?" she asked, clearly frustrated. She took a few steps closer making him grip the table so hard he thought he would break it. Téa's frustration, sexual and otherwise was boiling over and she yelled, "It's been six months! This is your fault! It all started when you went to the Afterlife!"

"Do you think I want this?" he hissed. "Out of all the side effects of going to the Afterlife, believe me, I never thought this would be one of them. Atem never said anything about our past selves being married. Either he didn't know, or he didn't want to tell us for whatever reason. Maybe he wanted you for himself and Yugi." He knew it was low, but he needed her to leave. He could feel his cock stirring and he could not continue this conversation in that state. He never thought arguing would be a turn-on, but the way her blue eyes flashed and her back straightened, pushing her breasts out, made him want to bend her over the table behind him.

Téa gaped at him. She could not believe that he just said that. "I am a grown woman who makes my own decisions! I decide who I have a relationship with! I decide who I sleep with! Not Atem, not Yugi, not past Seto and definitely not you!"

Jealously flared within him at the mention of others. He couldn't even remember the last time he had been with a woman. But, the thought of another man touching her, made his nostrils flair and had his arms crossing across his chest, letting go of the anchor that had previously been holding him. Téa could feel her nipples tightening and she clenched her thighs together as she watched him. The long sleeve black shirt did nothing to hide the bulging muscles underneath and she would give anything to feel them around her at this moment. She swallowed, knowing that trying to ignore the attraction to him would never leave if she didn't act. This may be her only opportunity. Never in a million years did she ever think she would even consider sleeping with Seto Kaiba, but there was no more denying the pull she had to him.

"I have an idea," she said. He stiffened when she took another step towards him. She was only a foot away from him now. Seto stood straight and he stuffed his hands in his pockets so they wouldn't reach for her.

"Gardner…" he warned. Alarm bells were blaring in his head and he knew he was at the end of his rope. The sexual frustration had been killing him for six months. He knew the need would only be fulfilled by her which is why he didn't bother trying to satisfy it elsewhere. Now, with her standing in front of him looking at him like that, his restraint was being stretched paper thin. She licked her lips, making him internally groan, before continuing towards him, ignoring his warning.

"Maybe," she said softly, "they're trying to tell us something. Trying to show us something." Her blue eyes were darker and the way her hips swayed as she walked was mesmerizing.

"Don't be foolish Gardner. I doubt our past selves care about our sex lives," was his gruff reply. An unwelcome image of them, naked in his bed flashed in his mind before he could stop it. He could feel his cock grow to a full-blown erection at the thought, making his blood rush south and he leaned back against the table, uncrossed his arms, and gripped the table once more to gain his anchor back. He closed his eyes and tried to slow his breathing, trying desperately to control his raging lust. It was much too late for that.

Téa could feel her wetness coating her panties as she caught sight of his impressive length through his leather pants. Knowing that he wanted it too made her grow bold. Throwing rationale out of her mind, she stood right in front in front him and placed a hand on his chest. He made a strangled sound in the back of this throat and she marveled at how hot he was. She could feel heat radiating off him, even though his shirt. Seto could hear the chains on self-control rattle and break at her simple touch. His eyes snapped open and before she knew it, he had grabbed her wrist and spun her around, so she was pressed against the table and he had pinned both her wrists on either side of the table. The whole length of his body was pressed against her, his blue eyes boring down into hers. She whimpered as she felt his erection against her hip and squirmed trying to seek relief for the ache between her thighs.

Seto growled in approval at feeling the friction and leaned in close so his nose brushed hers. There was no controlling it now. He would take her. That one touch burned years of self-control to the ground.

"Tell me exactly what this idea is, Téa," he whispered hoarsely. He wanted to hear her say it. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to close the distance between their mouths, but he stayed back just enough to only allow their breaths to mingle. She whimpered, "Please Seto…"

He sucked in a breath at the use of his first name. "Tell me," Seto commanded. He grinded his hips against hers, making her gasp.

"W-we have one night together a-and maybe they'll stop," she said breathlessly.

"Is that what you want?" His deep, gravelly voice sent another bolt of desire through her. "Just this one night?" She could feel his breath on her lips.

Téa nodded. Seto gave her his trademark smirk at her answer and then released her wrists and cupped both sides of her face before his lips crushed hers. One taste of her and he knew there was no going back. He now understood why his past self had pushed aside everyone else. She deepened the kiss and her nails dug into his biceps. When she opened her mouth to him, he greedily tasted every inch of her mouth. The kiss turned hot and wild, both trying to take control of the kiss and drink their fill of the other. When Téa's knees weakened, Seto gripped her waist and set her on the table, the papers crinkling under her weight. His dominating kisses forced her to lean back, gripping his neck tightly. She took the opportunity and wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer. He groaned against her mouth as his erection was placed firmly against her panty-clad center, and oh, how she wanted to hear that noise again. She gripped his shoulders and ran her hands down his chest to his abs, feeling the muscles flex there. She impatiently tugged on his shirt. He released her mouth momentarily to rip his shirt over his head and toss it on the floor behind him. She only got a second to marvel at his form before he began an assault on her neck.

She let out a throaty moan as he sucks on her earlobe before trailing kisses down her neck, his hands roaming from her hips, sides and breasts. She tilts her head back to give him more access and lets out a gasp as he bites down gently on her pulse point before soothing it with his tongue. Téa grips his hard shoulders tightly as he continues his journey downwards. He sucks on her nipple through her shirt and bra, and she was so on edge that she let out a cry of pleasure, her back arching. His hands grip the firm globes of her ass as he grinds into her, but it's not enough to satisfy the hunger gnawing inside of him. One particular dream came to the forefront of his mind that involved Pharaoh Seto's head in between Teana's thighs.

"Fuck, I need to taste you," Seto muttered against her shirt. He pushed her down by her shoulder, so she lay flat against the table and roughly jerked her to the edge by her knees. Seto hurriedly pushed her skirt up and saw a pair of soft blue, lacey panties. He was too driven by lust and simply ripped them before moving the ruined garments out of the way. Téa shivered in anticipation and arousal at hearing the ripping of seams.

Seto wasted no time in placing her legs over his shoulders and diving right into her center, groaning in satisfaction at finally tasting her sweet nectar. Her back bowed and Téa opened her mouth in a silent scream at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. He eagerly licked her clit before thrusting two fingers into her.

"Seto, I'm going to-" She was so on edge that it only took a few pumps and light suck on her clit before she was tumbling over the edge of oblivion. One hand yanked hard on his hair while the other slammed against the table as she let out a deafening moan as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

He left his feast and leaned back over her and gave her a bruising kiss, allowing her to taste herself. His cock demanded that he take her right there on the table. A few movements and he could be inside her and join her in sweet oblivion. But he wanted her completely naked before him. He wanted her spread and quivering when he entered her for the first time. He wanted her in his bed. The overwhelming urge to claim every inch of her body was enough to restrain himself from driving her into the table. He would save the table for another time and he knew there would be another time. Seto would make sure of it.

He hastily picked her up by her waist, wrapping her legs around his waist and Téa sloppily threw her arms around his neck. He thanked himself for his genius in installing a direct door between his office and bedroom for those late nights and swiftly carried her towards the door. Téa recovered from her orgasm and began placing kisses along his neck and jawline as he walked. His knees buckled when she gave a sharp nip on his jaw but was able to stumble through the doorway without dropping her.

Seto deposited her onto his plush bed and immediately began removing her shirt, standing in front of her while her knees hung off the edge. She kicked off her flats and then eagerly began unbuckling his KC belt while he toed off his shoes. Téa began exploring his abs with her lips and tongue while pushing his pants down over his hips to his ankles, revealing black boxers. When she placed a kiss on his tip through his boxers, he shuddered and knew that if he doesn't stop her that this will be over a lot sooner than it should be.

He pushes her back and leads her back further onto the bed, exchanging open-mouthed, heated kisses. He yanks her skirt off and then lies fully between her thighs, moaning at the dampness and heat his clothed cock met when it rested against her sex. He can't help but grind into her, both reveling in the friction it provides. He unhooks her bra and she's finally, finally naked before him. His mouth zealously attaches his mouth to her breast while he kneads the other one with hand. Téa lets out a moan as her nails leave a trail of red marks on his back.

Seto feels an unexpected wave of pleasure when she sneaks her hand into his boxers and strokes his impressive length, making him release her breast with a pop. He kisses her again, trying to muffle his own moans as her hand strokes him. His cock is thick and heavy in her hand and Téa rubs the bead of moisture she finds at the tip. He gasps in pleasure against her mouth and thrusts enthusiastically into her hand. She continues to stroke him, fascinated by his length, until he grabs her wrist and removes it from his boxers. He's breathing heavy, pupils blown and eyes wild.

He quickly disposes of his boxers and when he rejoins her, she can feel his hot erection on her thigh. He kisses her aggressively which contrasts greatly when he gently strokes her clit. She feels him smirk against her mouth as her thighs quiver and she thrusts her hips against his hand seeking more friction.

"Please Seto…" she lets out a chocked sob.

He pulls back just enough so his eyes can lock with hers.

"Say it," he commands. "Say what you need."

Téa's head is spinning as he continues to lightly stroke her clit. It's enough to send tingles up her spin, but it's not enough.

"I need you," she chokes out. "Please, Seto…now…" He can feel her shaking with want and his hand is soaked with her essence. He lets out a primal growl, the baser side of him priding in her reaction to him.

Deciding he's put off both their gratification long enough judging by his painfully aching cock and her dripping sex, Seto spreads her thighs wide, coats his tip in her juices, making her squirm, and then slowly pushes his pulsating cock inside of tight channel. They gasp in unison as they are finally joined after months of uncertainty and sexual frustration. Téa revels when the powerful man above her chokes out her first name in pleasure. He's so high-strung, his whole body is vibrating with need. The overpowering urge to pound into her and make her scream his name, to mark her as his comes full force, but he holds himself back when he sees her wince. Téa had only had one sexual encounter with a fellow dancer a year ago and her body was not used to this intrusion, especially one this large.

"Téa…I can't…" his voice is strained. He uncharacteristically doesn't want to hurt her, but Seto knows he can't be gentle. The beast within him is clawing to the surface. She sees his struggle as he holds himself above her, but she doesn't want him to hold back. She wants all of him, unrestrained. Téa ignores the twinge of discomfort, tilts her hips up in response and grabs his backside, pulling him deeper inside her. He lets out at gasp as his head spins at the sudden wave of pleasure and is amazed he doesn't come right there. With her approval, he growls as he pulls out of her warmth.

Seto kisses her possessively and then with a powerful crunch of his abdominal muscles gives in to his baser urges and begins pounding into her. Both are panting into each other's mouths until he moves to capture the skin of her throat. He bites down hard on her pulse point and delights in the scream she releases, crying out his first name. Her nails bite into his back and buttocks, helping to push him deeper inside of her. Their sweat slicked bodies move together, pushing and pulling, licking and biting. They lose track of all their surroundings, letting loose carnal noises that fill his bedroom. The only thing that exists is their two tangled bodies together.

She can tell he's close as his panting becomes louder, his steady rhythm begins to falter and his thrusts are more erratic. She lifts her legs higher to rest on his flanks, so he's allowed deeper inside of her, hitting that spot that makes her back bow and thighs quiver.

"Yes Seto, right there," she gasps out. It only takes a few more punishing thrusts and then he feels her clench hard around him and she lets out an earsplitting scream of his name. Téa's orgasm is earthshattering, bright lights exploding in her eyes and her toes curling. The tightness surrounding his cock that came from her orgasm became too much and he pushes as deeply as he could inside of her, letting out a glutaral moan and biting down where her neck met her shoulder as sheer pleasure overtook all of his senses. He collapses on top of her as his muscles give out from exertion.

Their skin is sheen with sweat as they both come back down from their climaxes. The vague thought crosses his mind that he's probably crushing her, but he's loath to leave her warmth. They stay wrapped in each other until he finds the willpower a few minutes later and rolls to the side. Téa let out a slight whimper at the sudden emptiness. Seto pulled her close so he was spooning her, one hand resting on her breast, rubbing circles around her nipple, keeping the flame in her core to a low simmer.

Téa basked in the warmth of him surrounding her. She didn't think she could leave his bed, and judging from his hand placement, he didn't want her to. "I thought we said just one time?" she asked teasingly, looking back over her shoulder to look at him.

Seto moved onto his elbow and kissed her deeply.

"We said one night," he corrected, once he pulled back, "which was a lie. We are going to have many more nights." His hand traveled down her sides and he was once again, cupping her still sensitive sex. He hadn't even gotten close to having his fill of her. He didn't know if he ever would. The simmer begins to turn into flames once again as his hands slipped between her folds. "Besides, the night isn't over." Seto rolled her so she's on her stomach. She can feel his semi-erect cock against her ass. He nips the shell of her ear and growls, "And I'm not even close to done with you."