Seto found himself in a hallway as the door closed behind him. A non-descript off white color, the same as any other hallway in any other building, ‘Hell I could still be at work.’ He still was not entirely sure why he was doing this other than worry over his brother’s well being. ‘And idle curiosity?’ He had no problems or questions over his own sexual preferences, but a place like this would surely be a godsend. After all, it wasn’t as if he could just go out with anyone and do the kind of things that usually led to. Too easy for the wrong people to twist things like that. Therefore, no one knew, not even his brother. It hurt to keep it hidden from Mokuba, but there were things his brother could get away with that he himself couldn’t. However, this was safe. It wasn’t as if he could get that guarantee anywhere else. He walked looking for the ‘magic’ green light the girl had told him about before. Further, down the hallway, he found what he was looking for, a door with card slot lit up in green. He slid his card down the reader and watched as the door opened after a slight hesitation. Another hallway greeted him this time in pale blue. ‘Hmf, new color scheme.’ More doors with red lights stood before him, it seemed he had another journey to find the door. “This is getting old fast.” The spacing between doors had gotten considerable larger, so the search took him a bit longer this time. Finally he found a green light, he slide the card again and waited for the door to open. It finally opened letting him into a small room. There was a safe at one side of the room, another door and a small computer screen next to it. Seto first used his card on the safe using the combination code he had programmed it with. He placed his wallet and keys inside then closed the safe, removing his card. He turned his attention to the door but didn’t notice a slot for the card there. There was however, a slot on the computer screen. He slipped it in and watched as the screen lit up. ~Welcome again to Toxic Pleasures. Please remember the following rules while inside the next room: 1) Don’t forget the mask. ~ ‘Almost forgot.’ Seto looked around the room again; there next to the door he first entered through was shelf that held said mask. ~2) Remember no speaking. 3) When ready press the enter button on the keyboard then enter the room, he will be in shortly there after. 4) Take control of the situation. 5) He is willing to be all yours; it is up to you to make it so. 6) When ready to leave, press the button on the other side of the door, it will reopen then. 7) Enjoy. ~ Seto looked at the mask in his hands. It was a carnival mask that would just cover his eyes and nose so that no one would know who he was. He fastened the mask over his face, tying the laces on as tightly as he could. He then pulled his hair out around the ties before realizing what he had been doing. ‘I’m about to have sex with someone I’ve never met, will never see again, wont even see during...and I’m worried about my hair?’ He had to admit the whole thing was completely surreal. On the one hand, it had been awhile. Big corporate CEOs couldn’t just come out to the public and ‘flaunt’ their sexuality, so obviously he looked forward to this. On the other hand, there was the great unknown. Seto Kaiba had never been one to fear the unknown, but even he felt the slight rustling of butterfly wings at the prospect of what was about to happen. ‘Brush it off. Doesn’t matter how this goes...good or bad. As if there really is such a thing as bad sex when it’s been so long? Go in, as they say ‘enjoy’, and get out.’ “So why am I standing here unable to press the damn button?” He stood there for another minute or two before hitting the key that allowed access to the next room. Seto wondered what he was supposed to do while he waited. There had not been any real clear instructions on the flow of things. Should he proceed to undress? Wait for who ever was to come? He hated the idea that he was not in control of what was happening at that moment. However, he knew from the computer and ad that would change soon enough. Seto decided to look around the room. It would have made his own interior decorator proud, if he had gone with an intimate encounter theme for Seto's own bedroom. Dark blue walls, black carpeting and several pieces of antique furniture including a king sized bed covered in deep blue silk sheets. Seto's curiosity got the better of him as he started rummaging through the dresser drawers. Each drawer turned out to specifically filled, one held different oils and lotions, the next variously designed lubricants, and another assorted sexual toys including feathers and scarves. ‘Something for every taste.’ There was a soft hiss behind him as the other door to the room opened. Seto turned to look at the man he was to spend, at least, the next several minutes with. He wore a mask similar to Seto's but the hair pulled out was mid-length and jet-black. He looked similar in age but shorter and if the fit of his clothing gave any indication, with a slightly larger build. Seto slowly looked him over from head to toe, but paused when they looked into each other’s eyes. ‘Contacts,’ he thought as his blue eyes met with white, which surprised him momentarily. A smile played at the other’s face that verified he had checked Seto out as well. He nodded towards the bed before walking up to Seto. He took Seto's hand in his and brought it up to his face. As he stroked his cheek with Seto's hand, he turned his head into the touch, white eyes cut sideways, glanced up lustfully. That look did it. All thoughts and doubts left Seto's mind instantly as his pent up hormones took over. ~Take control of the situation. ~ Seto pushed the white eyed male gently over towards the bed they had both been eyeing. As his hand fell out of the others grasp and slid down his face, Seto's other hand came up to joined it as he unbuttoned the other’s shirt. Seto had it off in mere moments followed by his own. Hands came up to caress his chest, running across his arms and shoulders as well. Some things are never forgotten, no matter how long between times used, and the reactions of the body are one. Just the soft touch of this man he had never seen before, brought up long inactive memories of past lovers. Seto needed to get past the caressing, the tenderness, it was too little and had been too late much too long ago. It must have shown through in his body language. The black haired one took the next step stripping himself of his remaining clothes before doing the same to Seto. They stood there for a moment to look over each other again in this state. It seemed the clothes had only told half the truth; he was slightly larger than Seto, but it was all muscular. Not overly done, but very nicely put together in Seto's mind. The appreciation of beauty must have been mutual as Seto realized he was being looked over like a piece of Godiva chocolate by a dieting pms’ed woman. ‘Too hell with this, no more, dancing around. Wasn’t this about sex?’ That’s what he had come there for, obviously what the white eyed male was there for also. He didn’t recall seeing anything about softness, ‘love’, or foreplay. All he wanted was to fuck the body in front of him, hard. If there was anything left afterwards, then he would worry about other things. It took everything he still had control over not to throw the other onto the bed and straight out attack him. Instead, Seto walked past him and over to the dresser he had examined earlier. He opened the one drawer where the lubricants where located, reached in and picked out a bottle without taking his eyes off the other man; the message clearly understood as he climb onto the bed. Seto joined him, opening the bottle as he did so. He poured the silky liquid into one hand coating his fingers, before pouring more over the black haired man’s body. Seto rubbed the lube into the man’s already straining cock, before reaching to take one of his hands, leading it there. He waited until the man started his own hand-job before moving on. As he watched the other’s face, Seto inserted one of his fingers into the tight muscular hole he desperately wanted to enter himself. A moment later, he added another finger, stretching out the small channel, trying to prepare it for the larger invasion to come. A twitch of his digits brought the most sound from either of them since entering the room when a gasp escaped the lips of the black haired one, followed by a low moaning as he wantonly moved to force more contact. Seto couldn’t take it any longer and he moved up into position to enter the man beneath him. Slowly he pressed into the body, not wanting to lose his hold and release too soon but it became too much as his body contacted with the other. The warm tight muscles gripped around him firmly, demanding action on his part. Seto pulled back then thrust down forcefully, driving the white eyed man into the bed continuously. Their bodies both moved together at a frantic pace, neither one wanting to stop. Of course, nature put a stop to it anyway as their bodies climaxed. Seto moved away, finding it hard to believe what he had just done. Okay so it was what he had planned on doing, he thought but still it wasn’t anything more than sex. No feeling, no pleasure, just fast, hard mechanical sex designed for release nothing more. Anytime before he could at least say there had been an attempt at ‘something’. In his attempt at self-analysis, he nearly missed the soft hiss of the door as he found himself alone. He let himself out through the door he had come in originally, back to the small outer room after redressing. Seto grabbed his card from the computer then his things from the safe before leaving. His head was still in a daze as he walked down the hallways back to the beginning again. This time though the last door he walked through brought him to the reception area. “Excuse me sir?” the young girl at the front desk called to stop him. “May I see your card please?” Seto looked at her, then asked why. “The gentleman you where with tonight would like to see you again. That’s a first, you must be something special; he usually turns them away.” She handed his card back to him before wishing him a good night. Seto turned and walked out the door, wondering just what had happened that he missed. Outside the building a pair of blue-gray eyes made a very startling observation, “What the fuck is HE doing here?” onward