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Hate And Other Four Letter Words
Heh, I know I haven't updated this in a while, but what can I say?
Anyway, I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed 'Hate And Other Four Letter Words' – I'm really grateful for all the comments and suggestions you've given me. I've decided not to ramble at the start of this one, so I will leave you. Enjoy!
And that was why Amelda couldn't think what the hell was going on.
For a while now, he had been following Seto Kaiba; learning his routine while trying to see if he had any weaknesses and the like so that he could eventually bring him down. But of course, Seto Kaiba being, well – Seto Kaiba had made what should have been a relatively simple task infuriatingly difficult.
So much so that Amelda had often found himself losing track of said Kaiba, or trying to predict his moves, but messing up completely.
It was as though the man had no agenda, no set plans for his time. Once he had tracked Kaiba halfway around the world on what seemed to him to be an impulsive moment. Then there were the times that he should have been somewhere – like school, but he wouldn't show. Amelda assumed that that meant he would be at Kaiba Corp. but he was proved wrong on a number of occasions.
Times like this, it was like the man had just vanished off the face of the Earth.
Other times, he had been so bored he seriously considered re-forming Doma – even with Varon, and using the Oricalchos to steal souls so that they could summon the Great Leviathan and wreck havoc upon unsuspecting mortals.
He really was that bored.
Oh, but it wasn't Seto Kaiba that bored him; it was what he did.
Honestly, how the man lived such a monotonous life he had no idea. If that were him, he would be constantly shooting himself up with LSD. And he spent so much of his time working, too. On second thoughts, Amelda thought that he would probably need a fair amount of Speed as well.
No wonder he enjoys duelling so much, even if he does always lose to the Pharaoh.
And it was true. As far as Amelda could see, Seto Kaiba lived the single, most excruciatingly painfully uninteresting existence known to man.
His days were filled with endless meeting; meetings with the Board of Directors, meetings with the Company Executives, meeting with new clients, on and on…
And it wasn't like they had a lot of interesting stuff to talk about either; it was all statistics and time management plans. Amelda had wanted to hang himself from the light fixtures.
And when it wasn't meetings it was paperwork. Forms from Finance, business plans from Marketing, systems analysis' from I.T. Amelda had never seen so much white paper in his life, let alone stacked into such towers so high they gave the Tower of Pisa a run for its money, but there Kaiba was, methodically removing, reading and then signing piece by piece, page after page.
Amelda actually shivered at the thought of people who wanted to be Seto Kaiba.
And that was before you factored in the worst aspect of life as Kaiba; Mokuba.
Mokuba Kaiba – the hyperactive, impossible to refuse, adorable younger brother of Seto Kaiba. Women found him sweeter than sugar and men cowered in fear at him, almost as much as did when confronted by his brother. His brother was Seto Kaiba, after all.
Amelda himself was actually quite fond of the little brat. He was so much like Miiroku that at times he felt his brother wasn't actually, well, you know…
But that wasn't what he was currently thinking about.
After years of swearing revenge, months of planning revenge and a few weeks away from hopefully reeking revenge, everything that he thought he knew about Kaiba had suddenly been ripped to shreds – torn to bits and then swallowed by the Great Leviathan.
Seto Kaiba was supposed to be a highly respected, although often feared, businessman who lived his life by the rules and by the book. Seto Kaiba was supposed to be solely focused on his work and his brother, and when he wasn't spending time at Kaiba Corp. he should have been with Mokuba. Seto Kaiba was supposed to be concerned with time and money, and most of all, Seto Kaiba was supposed to proud and aloof and obsessed with succeeding.
Therefore, by the simple rule of deduction, Seto Kaiba was not supposed to be someone that you would find in a late-night casino practically throwing his hard earned money away, half pissed with half dressed women drooling over him.
But he was.
And that was Amelda was so goddamn confused. This was nothing like Seto Kaiba at all.
So why the hell is he here?
Amelda frowned as he watched Seto Kaiba ascend the steps to the lurid nocturnal lair of drunkards, prostitutes and all manners of other, lesser people hoping to make a fast buck and make all their troubles disappear with the roll of a dice or a flip of a card.
It's not like you – you shouldn't be here. You're not a no hoper like those fools – not someone drifting from day to day – you're a somebody – you're Seto Kaiba dammit!
Bright lights glared back at Amelda, scolding him for judging everything – the place, the people…Flashes of red warned Amelda of the troubles that lay locked away in such a world, a world filled with lust and greed.
He didn't understand, as far as he knew Seto Kaiba had neither.
No, Seto Kaiba already had everything he could ever want – his success and the love of his brother. If anyone should have been throwing away their life, it should have been Amelda, not him.
Amelda wondered if any of the bouncers knew who they were letting in. They didn't even bother to check him for I.D. Had they known, they would have been fools to let him leave again.
Amelda shrugged deeper into his trench coat, the white changing colour in the shifting light.
Why?
As he trudged up the cold steps he resolved not to leave until he found out.
"Hey hun," slurred a female voice from his left. Amelda tried to ignore it, but the woman moved in front of him so that he couldn't move past her.
Amelda glared at her, taking in her overly made up face and barely there clothing. He shivered when he realised how much she reminded him of Mai.
"Get the hell away from me," he spat out in disgust, pushing his way past her while making as little actual physical contact with her as possible as she screeched at him.
Damn harpy…
He wasn't there for her.
Where are you Kaiba?
Well, he wasn't hard to spot. He was six foot one after all, and he could practically feel the drop in temperature as he got closer. The coldness of the other man he expected. What he hadn't expected, however, was how different Kaiba looked.
Dressed head to foot in black – black shirt, black pants, and of course, a black trench, even Amelda had to admit that Seto Kaiba looked especially good. The smooth silken fabric glided over his lithe form, clinging to his toned body. If he was being honest with himself, he had to say that he put Raphael to shame when it came to the whole black leather ensemble. In fact he half expected him to don a dog collar with metal studs, but then he remembered that it was Wheeler who was the dog. Which was strange considering it was the Pharaoh who liked to wear collars…
Amelda shook his head.
That wasn't what he was there for, although Amelda had a lot of trouble concentrating on what he had planned to do while Kaiba cut his way through the swathes of punters that had gathered to play.
Amelda craned his neck to see where Kaiba was planning on going. His eyes fell on a card table. He smiled inwardly.
Figures.
As he drew nearer to the table he saw that a single deck had been stacked in the middle of the table, the Dealer idly shuffling another deck as he waited for a crowd to gather.
"What's the game?" he asked, wondering whether or not to challenge the strange man he believed to be Kaiba.
"It's about time you finally showed your face," sneered a voice behind him. How had Kaiba gotten there without him noticing? "You've been following me around so long I was about to call the Police and inform them that I had a stalker."
Amelda's eyes widened. "You – you knew?" he stuttered incredulously, trying not to think about how close Kaiba actually was. So close, he could feel the heat from his body; smell the alcohol on his oh-so-warm breath…
So much for Kaiba being cold-blooded.
"But then I realised that letting the Police deal with you wouldn't be half as fun for me," he whispered, his tongue reaching out to lick the lobe of Amelda's ear in a way that sent shivers down his spine and made his mouth dry.
Amelda swallowed.
What the Hell is going on here?
He had absolutely no idea what was happening – why was Kaiba acting like this? It was almost like – like a come on!
"Kaiba, I –" he began, but was cut off when the woman that he had rejected before teetered into view.
"Hey, baby," she giggled.
"I told you to stay the fuck away from me!" Amelda threw at her.
But she didn't seem to hear him; instead, she walked closer to him, effectively trapping him between Kaiba and herself. She was dressed in red – a red dress that barely skimmed her rear, revealing a scarlet garter that poked out from underneath her thigh high PVC boots. Even her lips were painted a bright vermillion – a sure sign that she was trouble.
"Who's your friend?" she asked, batting her black eyelashes at him.
Suddenly, he felt Kaiba's heat vanish.
Where did he go?
Then, almost as quickly as he had first appeared and then disappeared, Kaiba was in front of him, his body tense and his voice hard.
"Listen Melanie, I've told you – I don't want you anymore. I never have. I've paid you what you're due; now leave me the fuck alone." His voice was quiet, but Amelda knew it was a warning.
More than a warning – a threat.
"Come on, babe. What is it you want?" her hands found their way to his shoulders, closing the gap between them.
"What I want is something you'll never be able to give me," Kaiba replied coldly.
She laughed haughtily as she leaned in closer. "Everything has its price," she murmured, her lips hovering over Kaiba's.
Amelda didn't know why, but for some strange and inextricable reason he had never felt angrier, although whether it was about Kaiba or the whore in front of him, he couldn't guess. All he knew was that everything about Kaiba was starting to severely piss him off again.
"You can't put a price on life," Kaiba answered before pushing her away.
Amelda's anger quickly became confusion as his mind tried to work out what he had just said. He couldn't help but stare at him in wonder.
What had he meant? What could Seto Kaiba possibly be talking about?
"And even if I could, I'd never buy yours," he finished before turning abruptly and grabbing Amelda by the wrist. "Let's move – I know somewhere quieter."
Before the shocked redhead could even reply he found himself being pulled by the deceptively strong CEO through the packed Casino.
"Uh, Kaiba?"
"What?" the brunet snapped.
"Isn't the exit that way?" he asked, pointing in the opposite direction to which they were moving with his free hand.
"Whoever said we were leaving?"
"What?" Amelda felt that he was losing his mind. Nothing he had ever thought about Kaiba seemed to be real – he was hard enough to understand before, but now. "Well then where are we going?"
Kaiba smirked and Amelda shuddered when he saw how sadistic it made him look. "You'll see."
Amelda suppressed a shiver as Kaiba bolted the heavy metal door shut.
Great, now he had no way of escaping the crazy Kaiba.
Not to mention the fact that wherever they were, it was absolutely freezing.
At least he could no longer hear the shouts of the drunken gamblers or their shrieking partners who would only stay as long as there were winning cards on the table and money in their pockets.
He stood stiffly, watching Kaiba move with an ease that hid his intoxicated state. Kaiba knelt down in front of a wooden crate and removed two bottles before straightening and passing one to Amelda.
Amelda held the frosty glass in his hands and eyed it with suspicion. The bottle itself was clear, as was the liquid itself – one could easily have mistaken it for water, but Amelda knew that the white spirit inside was much more dangerous.
The sound of breaking glass caused Amelda to raise his eyes, but it was only Kaiba. He had brought the neck of the bottle down over the edge of the crate, smashing the thin barrel of glass and subsequently removing the metal top at the same time.
The fact that he was sticking potentially lethal broken glass into his mouth didn't seem to bother him one bit. Kaiba tipped his head back as he swallowed the fluid as though it was water and not something that burnt the mouth and tongue and throat.
"How long have you been drinking like this?" Amelda asked.
Kaiba stopped and placed his almost empty bottle on top of the crate, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked at Amelda levelly and then shrugged.
"It's not healthy you know," Amelda continued, unsure of how far to go with what he was trying to say.
"Oh, and trying to get revenge on a guy who has nothing to do with you is?"
"That's different!" retorted Amelda.
"Really? Tell me something Amelda, why are you following me? And don't say you aren't because it is obvious to me that you are."
"I – I –" Amelda stammered uncertainly. Since when had Kaiba had this effect on him before?
"Talk about bad habits!" snorted Kaiba.
"Watch your mouth Kaiba!" Amelda shouted, tightening his grip on the bottle. "You don't know what I've been through!"
"What you've been through? Of course I fucking well know what you've been through!" Kaiba took a step towards him. "In case you haven't noticed, you like to tell me exactly what you've been through every time you're within my field of vision! Yeah, you've been through shit – been through – you hear that? It's all in the past, why don't you get a hold of yourself and move on?"
"How dare you?" demanded Amelda, before he launched himself at Kaiba.
The two of them landed with a heavy thud on the floor, black and white merging into grey as smoke and ice met.
"You bastard!" screamed Amelda as he tried – and failed – to punch the elder Kaiba. "How dare you!"
Blinded by a flurry of emotions – hate, regret, guilt and self-loathing, Amelda tried his hardest to hurt Kaiba even a fraction of the way that he had hurt him.
"I hate you! I hate you!" he shouted, so angry that he didn't even notice Kaiba's hands gripping his wrists until he realised that he couldn't move them.
With barely any effort at all, Kaiba flipped the two of them over so that Amelda lay pinned beneath him, his hands held either side of his head as he continued to struggle against him, his arms straining against his hold and legs flailing.
"I fucking hate you!" he screamed as hot tears began to roll down his face.
Kaiba held him as still as he could, watching as the tears splashed onto the cold stone floor. He had never seen anything quite so beautiful and wanted to keep the moment forever. It was like looking into a mirror and seeing himself the way he should have been – and yet he wasn't. his eyes weren't filled with emotion and his heart was numb, rather than overflowing with pain.
I should feel the way you do…but I – I can't. I'm losing; I don't know how much longer I can keep fighting this before I break.
Amelda seemed to have tired – he was fighting less and his breathing seemed strained – it was a battle even to whisper the words. "I – I hate you…"
As his lips parted to allow his lungs air, Kaiba lunged forward and seized them in a totally unexpected kiss. He felt Amelda's body tense and his resistance mount. He tried to close him mouth, but Kaiba forced his way in, using his tongue to coax open his soft lips and steal its way in.
The kiss was rough and wild – fuelled by lust and powered by a heady mix of alcohol and hormones, Seto Kaiba mercilessly attacked Amelda, drawing the other into a fierce battle of teeth and lips and tongue.
Amelda was held in a state between shock and panic. One part of him was still seething from Kaiba had said and wanted to castrate him using nothing more than the Oricalchos stone that he once wore around his neck.
The other part, however…Well, that part wanted nothing more than to drown in Seto Kaiba – to lose himself in that deep and unfathomable abyss. He hadn't realised how much he had come to rely on Kaiba – Kaiba was the reason for his existence. Without Kaiba and his own claims of revenge, he would be nothing.
He needed Kaiba in a way that was too complicated to imagine, and yet as he lay trapped beneath him, losing yet another duel against the former Champion, he couldn't help but think how simple everything was.
He needed Kaiba.
"But I hate you," he breathed when Kaiba finally pulled away, his eyes dark with something Amelda couldn't determine.
"Then why did you kiss me back?" he smirked, his hands still holding Amelda in place.
"I – I didn't want to lose to you again," Amelda spoke before realising that he had and cringed.
Why? Why did he have to play these stupid games? Why couldn't he have just told Kaiba that it was because he needed him. Not only that, but he wanted him as well.
Maybe it's because I'm worried he doesn't want me.
And it was a fair point. Seto Kaiba sure as Hell had never wanted nor needed anyone before him. But then why was he consorting with prostitutes. Wait – was that all he was to Kaiba? Just another body?
At least it's somebody, he reasoned. After the death of his mother and Miiroku he had been left with nothing and no-one. It was a void that had been left empty and unfulfilled. Until now.
Seto Kaiba stared at him curiously for a moment, as if he was considering his answer. "Some things are worth losing," he announced with a dark grin.
"Kaiba – I –" Amelda lost his voice since it was swallowed by another ferocious kiss.
The pressure on his left wrist seemed to lessen as Kaiba's right hand found the opening to his trench coat, pulling it from the left side of his body. Kaiba shifted slightly, so that he was sat on Amelda's stomach, placing his right hand on Amelda's chest for leverage as his left hand mimicked its twin.
Gently, he inched his way back until their erections met, making him break the kiss as Amelda let out a gasp.
He was losing again – losing to his worst enemy, but Amelda wouldn't lose without a fight. He had always pushed Kaiba to his limits and beyond. Tonight would be no different.
Slowly, he trailed his newly free hands along Kaiba's long thighs to his groin. With feather-light touches he traced his finger along the prominent bulge in his pants before tugging on the loose shirt tails.
Kaiba smirked as he felt Amelda pull on him and leaned forwards to take another kiss.
Amelda met his lips with his own burning mouth, ready for yet another searing clash, but was shocked when Kaiba only ghosted his mouth on top of his. Feeling unsatisfied, he followed him when he pulled away again, desperate for more of Kaiba to drown in.
Knowing he was preoccupied with his little tease, Kaiba slid his hands under Amelda's shirt, brushing over the smooth plains of pale skin before discarding the garment.
"You're beautiful," he breathed, taking in the sight before him.
The room they were in was dark – since it was nothing more than a mere storage room – a secret to all but a few voyeuristic individuals and the Manager, perfect for what he wanted to do. The only light came from the overhead tube that cast a fluorescent glow over the two and buzzed as the sounds of strained breathing grew louder.
Amelda lay sprawled beneath him, the strange glow giving the redhead an ethereal look, his grey eyes at time lost – others, clouded in unhidden lust.
He had been waiting for this moment for so long – ever since he had first seen him, in fact. There was something about him – Amelda's passion and resolve had buried their way into his heart long before he realised that he felt anything other than scorn for the elder man.
Kaiba fisted his hands in Amelda's vibrant locks; tangling them together he pulled back his head so that his face met his. Blue and grey locked, each searching in the other for something – something they both wanted and needed more than anything they ever had before.
Pulling back even more, Kaiba smiled evilly as he descended on Amelda's neck with gentle kisses that soon turned into teasing nips and playful sucking. Amelda responded with low moans, leaning his head back, revealing yet more of his tantalising neck to the ravenous Kaiba.
His hands shook as nimble fingers popped open the buttons on Kaiba's shirt, starting at the hem. As more of his flesh became exposed, Amelda pulled him down, pressing his burning lips to the heated skin from naval to neck.
Kaiba writhed on top of him, his hands losing their almost painful grip on his hair. Instead, they went to the base of his neck, pulling Amelda's face to his for another blazing kiss.
"Kai-Kaiba!" Amelda managed to choke out as pulled away from the kiss while he felt slender fingers sliding their way down his stomach into the waistband of his pants.
With one fluid motion, Kaiba ripped the pants from his body, along with the boxers. Amelda could only gasp as the cold chill from the air hit what had previously been unreachable.
He felt as though he were on fire – Kaiba was burning into him with each kiss, each touch.
Amelda's own hands instinctively went to Kaiba's, to stop him from doing anything else – anything more. This was too much for him – Kaiba's hands, his fingers – he wasn't sure – touching me – he wasn't – teasing and taunting – he –
Amelda wasn't sure what he wanted.
I want Kaiba.
Amelda stared up at Kaiba, his grey eyes wide and searching. Kaiba smiled down at him and lowered his head so that his lips grazed Amelda's ear.
"You aren't the only one with something to lose," he admitted.
Blue eyes that were usually so cold and hard seemed unnaturally soft – as though this was the real Kaiba – the Kaiba he would have been had it not been for his bastard of a step-father. That man had ruined more lives than he could ever know – Seto, Mokuba –
And mine.
He was almost as bad as Dartz, but then again, Dartz had been going for near ten thousand years.
Amelda smiled despite himself, his situation and his predicament. Throughout all his duels with Seto Kaiba, he had never once imagined this to be the man underneath the cool façade of indifference that he wore.
Then again, he also never expected for himself to be the man underneath Kaiba and his mask of cold confidence.
That was all just a game to him. This – this was different.
This was life.
"Losing isn't so bad," he said quietly.
A strange feeling seemed to grow in his chest as relief made itself clear in Kaiba's face.
"I guess you'll have to show me what it feels like," he smirked as he brought Amelda's hands to his own groin. "But I have to warn you," he began, guiding Amelda's fingers to his fly and helping him to pull down the metal zip. "I'm a very, very bad loser."
Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the metal door.
"What the fuck?" demanded a voice from the outside. It was female and raspy. It was Melanie. "Gus? Gus is that you in there? Open up – it's me – I gotta a client out here. Come on, Gus – this one's loaded!"
"Hey, is everything okay, baby?" came another voice, this time male. It was slick, well rehearsed, each word practised to perfection.
Was that Duke Devlin?
Amelda looked at Kaiba with an expression that was clearly asking what the Hell were they gonna do.
"Ignore them," Kaiba said, leaning down to steal a quick kiss. "They don't have anything left to lose anyway."
He just couldn't believe that he had Seto Kaiba to thank for it.
Speaking of Kaiba –
Amelda's heart constricted painfully in his chest.
Where is he?
Surely Kaiba hadn't abandoned him – not after last night.
Not after we –
"I don't care what you have to tell him!"
Amelda rolled onto his side, his eyes landing on he very Seto Kaiba he had been thinking about. He was half dressed in his pants, although the fly was still hanging open, the rumpled shirt and trench coat next to him, cell phone plastered to his ear.
Amelda sat up, watching the man who he had followed for so long, finally seeing what it was truly like to be Seto Kaiba.
Yes he was rich and he was famous, but in all honesty, Seto Kaiba didn't care.
"Then the deal falls through, we don't need their Company anyway. Listen, I'm in no mood to be talking business, arrange a meeting with their advisor in a couple of hours – so what if they're in New York? If they want Kaiba Corp's. backing then they're gonna have to do thing s by my rules."
Kaiba hung up his cell phone and cast it aside, running a hand through his messy bangs with a sigh.
"Why did you do that?" Amelda questioned.
Kaiba looked at him curiously, as though he was trying to figure out what he had really wanted to ask. He knew that Amelda didn't care about his business at all – that meant that he had to have been talking about what had happened last night.
"I made a choice," he answered in a non-committed manner. Two could play Amelda's game. "I took a chance."
"But you've never left anything to chance before," retorted the biker.
Why now?
Why him?
"All choices are gambles," Kaiba answered softly, his eyes falling to the floor. "It's all part of the game."
Amelda nodded at his words and walked over to where Kaiba was sat on the wooden crate and knelt down in front of him, his hands quietly finding their way back into his pants as he kissed him tenderly, their lips already bruised and burning again.
Kaiba was right – choices and chances – they were all part of the game.
It was a part of life.
