Hunger

Title: KF: Hunger (prologue/4)

Author: Ykarzel

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: S/J

Beta: Sonja, Shadow Laura

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I wish they were mine.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> If they were mine I’d rent them out for our perverse usage. Alas, they
are not.

Final Word Count (to date): 408

YCC: I can’t believe I’m doing this to myselfclass=GramE>… again.

It was hot.

It was the hottest Domino summer Seto’s lifetime.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He couldn’t stand it when it was hot.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It made him hot.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Not in the normal heat hot way, but in a hot,
sweaty, aroused, horny, going-to-jump-him-if-he-doesn’t-put-his-shirt-back-on
way.

He took every precaution he could to stay out of the
heat. The air conditioning was always on
in the house; a man always started up his car an hour early so it could cool
down; Kaiba Corp was kept at a constant sixty nine degrees.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

Stepping out of his car, thinking of the cool inside of the
building only steps away, his stomach twisted at the idea of the number sixty
nine. Even seconds in the heat was
enough to make him uncomfortable. He’d
have the temperature lowered to sixty eight tomorrow.

No matter how hard he tried, if it was hot out, he always
managed to walk into work half aroused.
Now, Seto hadn’t had a good lay in over a year.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Therefore, arousal always led to frustration,
frustration to irritation, and irritation to everybody-stay-the-fuck-away-from-Kaiba.

He breathed a sigh of relief stepping into his office and
locking the door behind him. The cool
white and blue colors of the room were intentional.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Sometimes they helped to calm him back down.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He left all the lights off; even if they
didn’t actually produce heat it gave him the illusion of being even cooler.

Falling into his office chair, he reverently wished that he
didn’t have a meeting in fifteen minutes; that he could just lock the door,
unfasten his pants, and be more comfortable.

He stared for a moment at the computer, calculating if he could
get away with not turning it on. It was
just another source of heat, one he liked to avoid for as long as
possible. Nearly instantly he remembered
that he’d yet to print the document he needed for the meeting.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> With a growl, he hit the ON button and flung
himself back into a reclining position in his chair.

Staring at the ceiling, it took him a moment to realize that
the computer had not hummed to life like it was supposed to.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Leaning forward, he hit the button again, to
no avail. He paused for a moment,
holding silently still, listening for the low, quiet hum of the air
conditioning.

Hearing nothing, he looked panicked at his clock.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The red numbers did not flash back at him.

The power was out.