POISON

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Pairing: Kaiba Seto / Mazaki Anzu

Summary: Seto and Anzu have been secretly dating for months, but the pressure of constantly lying to her friend's is finally getting to the dancer. What will it take for Anzu to get through to Kaiba without destroying their relationship and each other before it is too late.

Disclaimer: Sadly Yu-Gi-Oh is not mine. Although I would like my own mini Kaiba, Yami, and Bakura, (snicker Juu-chan) to cuddle.

 A/N: My inspiration for this fanfic first came to me when I was watching a Cowboy Bebop music video to the song Poison by Groove Coverage, hence the title Poison. I loved the video but the song wouldn't leave me alone and it has brought me to this. Sooner or later I shall write it into a chapter. So for now enjoy the drama.

PROLOGUE

Mazaki Anzu enjoyed the feel of the brick wall pressed up against her back. It's cold radiating through her thin jacket. She stood trapped between an old rundown coffee mill and a tantalizing body sending off waves of heat. Both towered over her in the moonlight, causing enticing chills to coarse throughout her body, reaching the ends of her manicured fingers and sandal clad feet. Anzu's blue eyes held a spark of mischief in the midst of a growing fire.

"What's wrong Seto-kun? Had a bad day?" she purred, "Didn't you fire enough of your employees, or has Yugi beaten you at duel monsters. Again."

The CEO narrowed his piercing eyes but made no sign of moving or talking. He remained directly in front of Anzu, his hands in his coat pockets.

"You failed to accomplish how many things throughout this time consuming day? That wouldn't happen to be another weakness would it Seto?" Out of habit she began to play with her jacket zipper. "Tell me how you managed to take over Kaiba Corp? By begging to the board of executives? Or maybe you lied about whom you really are. The name Kaiba doesn't agree with you. How about Mutt?" Anzu emphasized the t's.

His hands connected with the wall just above Anzu's shoulders, locking her in place. Supporting his weight with his arms Seto leaned down to her level. "I do believe you have made your point Anzu," his voice a warning whisper in her ear.

Did she dare? Did she risk getting on Kaiba Seto's list, and not a very nice one at that? Few would know it was possible to get under the young CEO's skin. He tended to wear his mask of indifference more then not. Anything directed at him be it verbal or physical was met with his infamous steel glare and if in the right mood a few degrading comments. It gave Anzu a fluffy sensation to know she had the power to crack Kaiba Seto. The first time he had smiled at her without condescension she began dancing inside. So back to the question, did she dare? Heck yeah!

"What? That Kaiba Seto is nothing but a hoax?" she asked, "Just as common as the rest of Domino?"

A deep growl made it's way from Seto's chest. The sound urged Anzu to touch the brunette, comb her fingers through his hair, tease his muscles hidden beneath his shirt. Her sub conscious screamed at her to follow through, but she held back. Another thing she had learned irritated Seto.

"Why don't you get down on all fours and show me the real you?" she proposed, "Beg Seto. Show your master whose boss."

Seto's stance shifted slightly. The blue of his eyes changed from their artic winter into two dark pools of want.

Mission Accomplished.

His mouth descended onto Anzu's with a furry of passion, rendering her helpless, caught up in the heat lacing through her veins. Seto was an addiction she could never break. The thought of her life continuing on without the billionaire sent unwelcomed shivers down her spine. Every dose they got of each other only brought out the want for more; knowing what she held over Seto and he in turn over her.

Pushing the midnight blue fabric of Seto's trench coat aside, Anzu slowly dragged her hands up his chest, snaking them around his neck and tangling her fingers in his thick brown hair. She could sense him overpowering her, smell his alluring scent intensified by a hint of cologne, feel him gradually become putty in her hands. All that was left was to taste him.

Anzu tilted her head back, giving Seto the access he most readily accepted. With little encouragement he began to dominate her mouth, doing unspeakable things to her taste buds. Unwilling to go down without a fight, she pushed back magnifying the heat passing between them.

A moan radiated from the back of the dancer's throat as Seto sucked on her bottom lip. She felt him smile triumphantly into the kiss before his teasing continued.  Hands still pressed against the brick wall, Seto broke the kiss, leaving the two of them gasping for breath, their chests heaving. Against her better judgment Anzu let out a whimper of protest.

"Whose the master now Anzu?" he taunted.

"Shut up Seto."

He raised an eyebrow in response. "I though you would have learned your lesson by now. I can't recall a time when I allowed someone to get away with the same mistake twice."

She trailed her right hand downwards to cover his heart, for a moment focusing on it's rapid pounded. "Are you going to fire me? I'm not one of your employees Seto. I'm your girlfriend. I guess that means you'll just have to dump me." Anzu grabbed his shirt collar with her free hand and forced him back down to her level. In a stage whisper she continued, "That is, if you can." Taking advantage of the situation she placed an open mouthed kiss right behind his ear, triggering a reaction. She felt Seto pin her against the corroded brick wall with his body.

"Don't start something you can't finish, Anzu," he said her name with such intensity she went weak in the knees, her breath coming in short silent gasps. Rarely did Seto allow his emotions to swallow him up. Tonight she had gotten to him.

Their lips met again, in a slow seduction, the two draining each other of energy. Seto wound his arms around Anzu's waist, unconsciously massaging her lower back. The sensations were earth shattering. She couldn't remember ever loosing all sense of time and space from a kiss. But then it was Kaiba Seto's hot mouth that was performing tantalizing things to her, such as leaving a trail of wet kisses down her neck to her collarbone.

With one hand he removed her pink hairclip allowing her hair to cascade down to rest on her shoulders. A little over a month earlier she had contemplated on trimming it until Seto had casually mentioned that he thought long hair suited her. Hooking Anzu's hairclip to the front of her jacket Seto took a step back to marvel over his masterpiece. Somehow every time they were together Seto always managed to remain dignified while she became the definition of an upheaval.

Eyes of defiance clashed with Seto's, daring him to comment. She hadn't been the only one caught up in all the passion. Anzu stood leaning against the orange and brown backdrop until her energy returned. Her face was flushed with desire and framed by slightly tousled brown hair. A set of swollen lips pouted in defiance.

In spite of the strength withdrawal Seto stood in front of her with a satisfied smirk on his face. But for once his eyes gave him away. The icy blue flashed with satisfaction, approval and the want for more.

A light drizzle entered the alleyway, slowly coating everything in a thin liquid shine. In a few minutes the brunettes would be in the middle of a downpour, standing in an alleyway in the dead of night. Not that they couldn't take care of themselves.

Using the wall for momentum Anzu approached Seto through the raindrops. She slid her hands inside his trench coat, wrapping her arms around his waist. Although he returned the gesture she knew what he was thinking.

"You're warm," Anzu mumbled. Only she knew such a coldhearted jerk could produce so much body heat.

The sound of Linkin Park's 'Numb' began to play in the alleyway. Anzu smiled into Seto's chest when he shifted to answer his cell.

"Mokuba? Calm down Mokuba, I'm still here. . . . .  It was only a nightmare. . . . . . No, there is nothing to worry yourself over. I'm a shiny example of perfect health. . . . . . . That's right Mokuba. You can even check with Anzu if you'd like. She's right here." Seto handed her his phone.

"Hey Mokuba," she kept her tone light.

A quiet voice answered. "Anzu?"

"The one and only. How are you feeling?"

The young Kaiba hesitated. "A little scared," he whispered, "Are you guys okay?"

Anzu glanced up at Seto. "We couldn't be any better. Your brother looks the exact same way he did this morning down to every hair on his head." She refrained from mentioning the rain. The last time she had heard or seen him that scared was in Noa's virtual reality world. If anything she didn't want to make matters worse. "I'm putting Seto back on. Just a sec."

Ever so gracefully Seto took his cell back. "Is Jiro with you Mokuba? All right. I won't be long. No, don't worry about going back to your room," he paused, "I love you too little brother." With the push of a button he ended the call, automatically going into protective big brother mode, as opposed to enticing hot boyfriend.

"I take it the dates over?" Seto made an hn' sound. "Then I guess I can't keep you from your brotherly duties. Tell Mokuba the only one who can take his big brother down is me."

            Seto's teasing smirk returned. "As hard as you have attempted in the past. That is an action you have yet to accomplish Anzu."

            "Maybe so, but I have my ways."

Yet again he raised his eyebrow. "And they would be?"

"I thought I had demonstrated a few quite well, a couple of minutes ago," she grinned.

Seto chuckled, "Was that all?"

Anzu's eyes sparked to life. Although she admitted to herself she had walked into that one. "It will be if you-"

The pressure of warm lips on hers cut the brunette off. The pursuer held her flush against his body. Their kiss didn't last nearly as long as the others, but it had enough emotion spoken through it to make up for that small fact. Seto pulled back leaving his girlfriend in a daze.

"You're cute when you're angry," he said, his voice husky, "Goodnight Anzu. I'll call you tomorrow."

" 'Night Seto," she barely managed.

Placing his hands back in his pockets, Seto proceeded further into the alleyway, his stride daring the rain to touch him. The eye-catching trench coat billowed behind him, making him all that more desirable to watch.

Deny it as much as she did, all thoughts locked away in a led box, buried under all of her thrills for dancing, in the deepest part of her mind, Anzu knew she couldn't last without him. Seto Kaiba was a poison she had come to rely on. He had tainted her blood. Removed all control she has over herself and held it within his grasp. It was a fragile thing that Seto took great care of, but that didn't change the fact that he had it. The two had eventually leaked together. And now there was no escape.

"Seto . . . . . . . . ."