A Moment like This
By Tione
Disclaimer: I laugh.
A/N: I wrote this all during Study Hall, when I should have been doing my algebra. Keyword being should. Anyway, the dedication.
This is dedicated to ownerofattackcat. I promised that I'd write her a ficu a loooong time ago. I don't think she remembers it. But, she never specified what coupling she wanted. D I had fun writing this. I really did.
Yusuke Urameshi was right where he wanted to be. Oh yes, he had dreamed of this every single moment of his teenage life.
He also wants you to note the heavy sarcasm.
"Kuwabara, I can see your mouth moving but no sound is coming out," he snapped after a moment.
The big oaf, who was splayed out over at least four old wooden desks, looked very alarmed.
In his raspy voice, he shouted – loud enough to wake the dead – at Yusuke sitting only a desk away. "CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?!?"
Sufficiently annoyed, he replied in biting words, "I heard you just fine the first time, dumbass. I was ignoring you."
"Oh." came his answer. They sat in silence for a while. It could have been hours for all Yusuke knew.
He was fixated on the chalkboard. It was a green chalkboard, newly wiped clean. He longed to pick up one of the erasers and leave a nice, juicy, fat chalk dust splotch right in the middle of it. Yes, it was the perfect revenge.
Just as he was about to do so, Kuwabara's voice, timid, piped up.
"You… okay, Urameshi?"
Yusuke snapped.
"Okay?" he raged, "Am I okay? I'm stuck in a fuckin' detention with you when I could be out with Kurama and Hiei kicking demon ass! And you're the one that got us here!"
Kuwabara was hurt. He hadn't meant to land them in detention – that punk had been asking for it! – but, with Urameshi, it might've been…
Might've been what? Kuwabara questioned himself. Fun? Exciting? Or, dare he think, erotic?
I'll just have to make detention… enjoyable… he thought, demonic grin in place.
"Not having fun?" he asked in a low, sultry tone.
"No duh, dipstick. How long did it take you to figure that one out?" Yusuke said bitterly.
Kuwabara levered himself off of the desk he was on, stood up, stretched a bit, and murmured, "We'll have to change that."
Giving his companion no time to think, Kuwabara was upon him.
"What're you mmmm MMMM?"
He devoured Yusuke's delicious mouth, exploring every inch of it with his tongue. He could become addicted to his taste fast, Kuwabara thought giddily over the tingles rushing all over his body.
Yusuke snapped out of his taken aback state, moaned (much to his indignation and dismay), and kissed back.
* * *
Takanaka hesitantly opened the door to his classroom, expecting to find one or more of the boys he had placed there to be dead.
He paused. Not a sound.
Deeming it safe to enter, or as safe as one can be in the presence of those two boys, he did so.
While Takanaka was gaping in a state of unadulterated trauma, Yusuke pulled away, with a disappointed groan from Kuwabara, and said through swollen lips,
"Hey, teach. Wanna have some fun too?"
No what you were expecting, was it, ooac? DDD But, it was all the chalkboards fault. And Don's. You can't forget Don. Because everything is Don't fault.