The Closet

Ninjette Twitch

This is the first chapter in the Hot and Heavy Chronicles series. This goes partially, with my story "Hot and Heavy." A prequel, if you will. This first chapter is how things in the original story started up. Every chapter after this will just be a hot, lemony story of the two getting it on.

If you have an idea about a sticky situation these two could get into that ends up being full of sexiness and want me to write it for the chronicles, please don't hesitate to pm me and give me your idea! You'll be given full credit for the idea when I write that specific chapter. I don't take credit for ideas; just the writing. ^_~

Also, I've turned this into a collaboration effort with a bunch of my friends! We will all be writing different chapters for this. At the beginning of each chapter, I'll let you know who the wonderful author is. This is so exciting!

On with the show…

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Darien walked into the arcade, the day feeling like any other; his usual spot at the counter, his regular cup of coffee, and the everyday sounds of the arcade that he still came to for some strange reason almost every day.

He was halfway through his coffee when the arcade door opened. He knew immediately who it was, her presence making the hairs stick up on the back of his neck. He turned and his breath caught in his throat, almost choking him. Her white skirt was so short, it would never pass a fingertip test and her top, pure white as well, held her shapely figure in all the right places. He found his eyes being drawn to the tops of her breasts as they bubbled out of the top's low neckline.

It wasn't often that he saw her in regular clothes and it took his breath away.

She hadn't noticed him yet, or was pretending not to. Either way, it bothered him, causing him to call out to her. "Afternoon, Meatball head."

Her eyes narrowed in irritation, her hips switching in a pleasant rhythm as she came closer to him. The soft pleats of her skirt flapping upwards as she swayed seductively, showing even more leg.

"Jerk-face! Surprised to see you here!" Her tone was dripping with sarcasm, but it didn't keep him from continuing to warmly rake his eyes over her form. The lack of distance between them accentuated the delicious details of her body; like the way her nipples stood out, just ever so slightly, from the cold air filtering in through the vent that she was now standing under.

"You are looking mighty...comfortable," he sneered. He didn't really mean comfortable. In fact, he meant the exact opposite, a fact that she was well aware of, as her eyes narrowed angrily. She opened her mouth to speak when the door of the arcade opened again, silencing her, as they both turned to look. Hokuto Mitchuru, the new guy in town, strutted in like a peacock.

Hokuto was a fairly good looking guy; blond hair, kind of lanky but with a pretty smile. Although he was new in town and she didn't know him that well, she did know that he was nice to her. He showed attention in a good way, unlike a certain Jerk who shall remain nameless.

Serena turned back to Darien with a grin. "SOME people happen to like my comfortableness," she said, wagging her fingers around the word "comfortableness". He frowned and watched as she spun on her heels and made her way to the newcomer. Darien watched as Hokuto openly looked Serena up and down and a grin covered his face. The boy leaned against the wall, trying his best to look dashing as he flirted with the Meatball Head.

Darien's stomach flip flopped uncomfortably and anger flared up, coursing through him like heat through his veins. He just didn't know why. What did he care if Serena was slightly blushing at something Hokuto had said? It didn't bother him that she was popping her hip out just slightly and playing with one of her pigtails in the cutest way possible...did it? She could go ahead and bite her bottom lip in that sexy way she did if she wanted to!

Before he knew it, he was up out of his seat and heading in their direction. Serena saw him approach, her smile fading instantly, and she rolled her eyes in an attempt to hide the discomfort he was clearly causing her.

"Meatball Brain," Darien greeted, giving her a short and curt nod before focusing his attention solely on the other blonde before him.

"Ugh," Serena grumbled, turning her back to him, hoping he would just disappear. Darien stared down Hokuto, who held his hand out with a friendly smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Darien frowned. There was something not quite right about his eyes...

"Hokuto Mitchuru," he introduced himself. Darien slowly reached out and grabbed the man's hand, gripping it much tighter than he needed to.

"Darien Shields," he answered back. He had barely gotten his name out when Hokuto jerked his hand away and flexed his fingers slightly in pain. He couldn't stop the smirk that spread across his face and Horuto didn't miss it either. Hokuto turned back to Serena - who had been watching their exchange with confused interest - gaining her attention.

Hokuto reached up, lightly touching Serena' arm with a slight stroke. "I'll talk to you later, okay?" He had to keep his hands clenched tight to his sides to keep from reaching over and breaking the asshole's hand.

As Hokuto walked away, Serena turned her glare on him, hands on her hips and a pout on her mouth. "What do you want, jerk?"

"Who was that?" Darien asked, ignoring her question completely and giving a look behind her to indicate the man walking away. Serena turned to look at Hokuto before looking back at him.

"That's Hokuto. He's new. He's-"

"Just trying to get up your skirt. You know that, right?" Darien interrupted roughly, taking a slight step towards her. Serena's eyes widened as her jaw dropped. "Or was that what you were going for?"

She stepped up, poking a finger sharply into his chest and trying to ignore how hard and chiseled it felt under her finger. "You don't even know him. I don't even know him very well. He just moved here!" She defended her new friend but Darien just rolled his eyes at her innocence.

He leered over her, inching his face towards hers. "Oh, I think I know him pretty well, Meatball Brain," he said. He knew exactly what was going on in that kid's head when he raked his eyes over the blonde. "And you trying to flirt is like watching a train crash. Horrific, but still oddly entertaining to watch."

"I was not trying to flirt!" She stomped her foot aggressively, narrowly missing his in the process. "And what do you even care?!"

His hands tried to reach out and grab her, causing him to shift his weight back and his body away from her. "I don't!"

She shifted in response, removing the space he had just put between them. "Really? Cause I think-"

"Don't think, Meatball Head. You might sprain that tiny brain of yours," he grinned. Serena was fuming. The pink staining her cheeks having a strange effect on his heart and brain...the lower one.

"You're just a lamentable mistake by your parents' reckless exchange of genetic material," she spit out, proud of her big words. But the pride didn't last long as Darien froze and his face went white. His eyes went to the floor, refusing to look at her and her heart squeezed painfully, her desire to hold him close almost suffocating.

"THAT'S IT!" Andrew yelled. The whole arcade turned to see the blond arcade worker fuming, his attentions set on his best friend and the blonde he considered a sister. Their eyes were wide as they stared at him, they fight being interrupted. "I've had it with you!" He made his way around the counter and toward them. "I am sick of hearing you two fight all the damn time!" He grabbed them both by their arms and pulled them toward the back room.

"What the hell are you doing, Andrew?" Darien asked, looking at his friend as if he had gone mad. But still, he let Andrew drag him, still in shock by his friend's outburst. Behind them, the occupants of the arcade watched in curiosity.

Andrew pulled them through the break room toward the back of the arcade and released Serena long enough to open the storage closet.

"Andrew, what-" Serena started but was cut off as Andrew pushed Darien into the closet.

"Hey!" Darien yelled as he tripped over a box. His eyes were wide as he watched Andrew push Serena in next, much more gently than he did Darien. Darien caught her as she tripped over her own feet.

When he looked back up, Andrew had slammed the door shut. Darien let go of Serena, letting her plop down on a box, and rushed to the door. He grabbed the doorknob and jerked the handle, desperately trying to open the now locked door.

"Andrew!" He yelled through the door, beating it with his fist. "Andrew, you open this door right now!"

"No!"

"Andrew!" Serena had come up beside him, trying a different approach and speaking more gently. "We will be good. We promise!"

"Pft, you be good? Maybe as good as your grades…" He couldn't help himself.

"Shut up, jerk face!" she yelled at him.

"See!" Andrew yelled through the door. Darien turned an angry look to her, but she only mimicked him back. "You can't be nice for 5 seconds! So you can both just stay in there until you learn to like each other. I'll be back later."

"Wait, later when?" Darien yelled through the door.

"Later!" Andrew answered, but his voice was a bit distant.

"Andrew? Andrew!" Darien hollered through the door. But it was too late. Andrew was gone, having returned to the front of the counter, out of earshot, to wait on his customers. Darien backed away from the door, shaking his head slowly in disbelief.

How dare he! How dare he lock them in this closet together. What was he thinking?!

"Good job, Meatball Brain!" Darien fumed.

"Seriously? You're blaming me for this? You were the one that couldn't keep his stupid insults to himself for 5 seconds to get us out of here. 'Maybe as good as your grades.'" She mimicked him again. "What the hell?!"

"If you didn't make it so easy to make fun of, we wouldn't be in the situation in the first fucking place," he said, turning to walking into the small closet a bit more and running a hand through his hair.

"You know, you don't always have to be such an asshole!" She stomped her foot in frustration.

"And what exactly do you want me to be?" He snapped.

"I don't know," she gave an overexaggerated shrug, her hands and arms flying in the air. "Maybe be nice to me for once? Say something pleasant? Or is that too hard for that big head of yours to comprehend?"

"Say something nice?" He turned to face her finally and his breath stopped. The dimmed lights in the closet, her unusually tight outfit (a short shirt and a clingy top that showed a little too much cleavage), her cheeks flushed from anger. Her breathing was heavy, causing her breasts to rise and fall. Suddenly unable to control himself, he moved to stand directly in front of her. The sexual tension was almost palpable and he knew it. They both did. "You want me to say something nice? Maybe about the sexy outfit you're wearing? Or you trying to land a guy to buy you even more food to eat?" He said, a slight grin on his face.

Her eyes widened and without thinking, she brought her hand up, slapping him in the face. His head turned with the force of her hit, taking him surprise. Her eyes were wide as he looked back at her. And he couldn't take it anymore.

He charged her lips, grabbing her neck and pulling her tight against him. She didn't fight him at all. Her lips moved against his violently, as his hands dropped to her waist to crush her against him. He could feel her hands in his hard, holding him to her as his tongue made his way into her mouth.

He moved, pushing her backwards and into the wall. She moaned into his mouth, sending a violent chill down throughout his entire body. He grabbed her waist and hoisted her up. She answered, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him to her. She could feel how hard he was between her legs and it made them both groan in need.

One hand moved to her bare thigh, her skirt having slid up her waist when he lifted her. His mouth moved down her jaw to her neck and she tilted her head back to give him better access. While one hand held tight to her ass, the other slid the rest of the way up her thigh, toying with the panties he found underneath before he jerked them off her to feel her bare bottom, throwing them to the floor.

Suddenly he felt her fingers leave his hair and immediately reappear at his waist between them, unbuckling his belt and pulling open his pants. He was surprised by her boldness and grinned before taking her lips again with his. Her delicate fingers slid inside his boxers and he hissed into her mouth when she grabbed his throbbing hard-on and pulled it free from it's confines. She smirked at his reaction and he pulled away just enough to look her in the eye.

"Naughty girl," he teased. She just smirked harder as she lined him up at her entrance.

"You haven't seen anything, yet," she boasted. Her confidence sent his head into a spiral and he couldn't help just to enter her with force. She cried out in pleasure and her head fell back against the wall as he stretched her inside, filling her completely. He grinned with pride, one hand on her waist and the other tangling in her hair as he crushed his lips to hers again and began to move.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs tightened around his waist and he shoved himself in and out of her. She used her leverage against the wall and her legs around him to move in time with him, throwing herself forward as he thrusted in. He pulled away to watch her face twist and distort with sheer pleasure as her nails dug into he back.

Her moans were getting more intense and he could tell she was having a hard time not being loud. Although they were at the other end of the arcade, Darien was sure they would hear a scream if one should so happen to come out. But at the same time, he wanted to hear her; wanted to make those sounds come from her loud and proud.

"God, Darien!" She moaned louder. At the sound of his name on her lips, he lost control, throwing himself into her frantically. Her eyes widened, and her muscles clamped around him in a vice grip as he sent her over the edge. He knew he was gone too and shoved his mouth against hers, quieting both of their cries of ecstasy as he shoved into her one more time, feeling her milk him completely.

Their bodies calmed, and their breathing was heavy, both clinging to the other for support. Darien's legs felt like they wanted to give out, but he held them both up with the help of the wall behind her. His breathing stilled and her looked up from where his forehead was resting on her shoulder. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him, both realizing what they had just done.

A knock came at the door.

"Hey!" Andrew yelled. Serena gasped, her eyes widening to an impossible size.

"Shit…" Darien cursed, finally pulling himself out of her and setting her on the ground. Andrew could be heard through the door, fiddling with his keys to find the right one for the closet as Darien quickly pulled up his pants and began the re-buckling process.

"You guys are awfully quiet in there! Did you finally kill each other?" Andrew called out. Darien turned to see Serena pulling her skirt down and adjusting her shirt. She was just fixing her hair when the door whipped open and the light from the breakroom blinded them. Andrew stepped in frowning. "Everything okay?" He asked.

Serena opened her mouth to speak but couldn't find the words. Without saying anything, she pushed past both guys and ran out of the arcade. Andrew watched with confusion before turning back to Darien. "What happened?"

Darien shook his head slowly before stepping around his best friend and heading out of the arcade as well, taking a different direction than Serena. Andrew frowned to himself even more as he looked around the closet. Things were disheveled and had fallen off cabinets and into the floor. As he walked over to pick them up, one eyebrow jerked up. Andrew grinned.

On the floor was a pair of light blue panties.

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Thank you to B and Aya Faulkner, my happy helpertons on this chapter! They helped me make it better, trust me.

And the chapters just keep getting better…trust me 😉