Date Me, Mate Me

He needed something. He needed a popularity boost. Why? He was already popular enough. A twenty year old billionaire CEO, not to mention the sexiest man on earth. Beautiful brunette locks, with bangs that hung just slightly in his sapphire eyes. His complexion was slightly tan, not too pale, not too dark. His frame was slender, and he stood at six foot two. His muscles always showed through his sinfully skin tight outfits. Leather was wonderful on this man, and he always had a keen eye for fashion. He always look brilliant, gorgeous, sexy… His appearance was only surpassed by his talents. His IQ was unusually high, and there wasn't anything he couldn't do. Every aspect of his life was planned carefully with grace, and executed with style. Who couldn't love, Seto Kaiba?

But he needed something. Not so much a boost, just something to help him with his love life. His billions of dollars and charm could get him that, right? With his company he hadn't had time to date, but the truth was he didn't really need to be in every day. He didn't need to be a workaholic. He just was. And at twenty years old, Seto Kaiba decided it was time for a relationship. But how could he do this? Use his company to get him a relationship… without coming off as uninterested and doing it for the general good of a publicity stunt?

He was pondering this exact thought during his lunch break. He was sitting in his huge leather office chair, staring out of the large glass windows that looked down upon the beautiful busy city of Domino. A buzz came from the intercom, to which he loudly pronounced, "I said no calls!"

He took another bite of his leaf green salad, and his office doors swung wide open. They hit their respective walls with a deafening "CRACK". Seto swiveled around with anger very apparent in his cerulean eyes. He placed his salad down on his desk and stood up. A smirk came immediately to his face, as his leather-clad rival walked curtly into his office.

Seto observed him as Yami set the task of re-shutting the doors he slammed open. He took a seat once again and took another forkful of salad to his thin lips. The locks clicked shut, and Yami made his way across the floor to the large desk Seto was sitting behind. His hands slammed down in front of Seto, and Seto, being ever calm and cool, looked up dully and blinked.

"Is there something I can help you with Yami? Better yet, let me start this soon-to-be annoying and boring conversation by saying, if there are cracks in my walls where you shoved the doors open, you will be paying for the repairs." Seto smirked as he motioned for Yami to take a seat.
Yami stood there however, and smacked Seto's salad aside. "I've had enough of this bullshit Kaiba!"
Seto frowned slightly. "Aw… now that was uncalled for."

Seto pushed the button on his intercom. "Therese I need a new salad and someone to come in here and clean up this mess." He looked up. "If you want to continue this irritation further please take a seat." Yami huffed most angrily and sat in the seat in front of the desk.

Seto took this moment to observe him. He stood at most likely five foot seven, and had a rather odd, yet sexy disposition for leather. He was wearing leather boots, hidden by leather pants, and his leather sleeveless shirt pressed tightly to his chest. His frame was lean, supported by muscles though. His eyes were a deep violet; very haunting. He always wore eyeliner to accentuate this feature… or was that his natural lashes? His hair was most wild, and gravity defying at that. Golden blonde bangs hung on the side of his face and off to his right ear. They spiked through the black and maroon parts of his hair that formed the spikes.

Seto pulled back a bit from his desk and placed one leg up on the other, and laced his fingers together to bridge under his chin. "Now what was it you came crashing so nonchalantly in here for?" his sarcasm rang on many different levels.
"I said I was sick of your bullshit." Yami seethed.
Seto waved his hand. "Yes, yes I heard that part. But what bullshit are you referring to exactly?" Yami's arms twitched as he made a move to get up again. "Ah, ah, ah…" Seto warningly teased waving a finger at him, "If we're going to talk like adults you will stay seated. Otherwise I'm going to start treating you like a child according to your exasperating outbursts."

Yami growled a bit as Seto's secretary walked into the room with another salad. She placed it on Seto's desk and he waved her out. He took a bite and looked up at Yami watching him intently. He swallowed. "Something you find interesting?"
Yami looked away while crossing his arms. "Not at all."
Seto smirked. "I could get you a salad if you'd like. Or was that not what you were staring at…"
"I'm fine."
Seto shrugged with another good-natured smirk. "Suit yourself."
Yami turned his attention back to the hypnotizing blue eyes gazing at him. "The bullshit which I'm referring to this time is your arrogance-"
Seto laughed shortly. "Yes well everyone else has learned to get along with it. I can't change for just you, you know." He cut Yami off and took another bite of his salad.
"Let me finish damn it!" Yami yelled and stood up again.

Seto matched this move and stood, making himself the taller in the situation. He stared threateningly down at Yami, and chuckled. He crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly. "Listen Yami. I've had just about enough of your whining. Ever since you challenged me to another one of your duels and lost publically you've been in my office every other week complaining about something else. I think it's time you accept defeat and get on with your life. Even I didn't sulk like a child for this long."

Seto hit a nerve as he laughed again and Yami jumped the desk, nearly missing the salad and threw a punch at Seto. Seto easily stepped to the left and Yami fell face first into the glass pane of the window. Seto stepped behind him and wretched Yami's right arm high up on his back, almost to the point of snapping it. "That wasn't a wise move. What do you plan to do now I wonder?" He said in a teasing tone.

Yami shivered, having Seto pressed so tight against him was driving him to insanity. "Let me go." he said in a tensed voice.
Seto pressed against him harder. "And what if I don't? What if I shove you right out the window right now? Right down to a sixty seven story drop death. What could you do to prevent it?" Seto smirked. "Maybe it's time I tell you I'm sick of YOUR bullshit. So sick of it that I'll…"

"KAIBA WAIT!" Yami yelled, actually scared at the bluff of a malicious tone in Seto's voice.
Seto chuckled and pushed just a little harder. "And why should I?"
Yami swallowed hard; his pride along with it. "What if I made you a wager?"
Seto stepped back just a tiny bit, very intrigued. "A wager you say? Why should this interest me?"
Yami stepped back with Seto. "Because… you can't lose either way."

Seto tilted his head again. "Can't lose either way… Hm… I think I'll have to get another salad in here…"

To be continued ^^