A/N: A bit of 5D's reference in this chapter, I'm assuming that ZEXAL takes place a few hundred (two centuries) years afterwards. Apologies for the delays—between work and family emergencies, it's been kind of touch-and-go.
"Mr. Tsukumo! Do I need to send you to the nurse's office?" Staring down at the sleeping student, Mr. Kay rapped the desk sharply with his pen, causing the boy to wake up with a startle. While it wasn't unusual for Yuma to be napping at random hours during class time, his desk-mate Tori was usually pretty good about keeping him on track; that is, until just today, when her attention span was almost as bad as Yuma's.
"Huh—oh, no, sorry Mr. Kay." Yuma kept his head down, hoping his teacher would let it slide this time. He really hadn't meant to fall asleep in the middle of a lecture on New Domino's turbo duels—honest! But after what happened yesterday, sleep had not come easily last night. He couldn't stop himself from replaying that terribly distracting memory over and over again until finally he passed out from sheer exhaustion, only to wake up with a raging hard-on. It had taken forever before he was able to calm down, and by then the sky was already starting to brighten.
Their teacher frowned, but he did hold a bit of a soft spot for the aspiring duelist. "If you want to become duel champion one day, Yuma, then you'd better pay attention to the different types of dueling."
"Yes sir!" As soon as Mr. Kay left, prepping a short clip of The King's first duel with the Satellite's Shooting Star, Yuma shot a whisper to Tori, who herself seemed to be rather tired as well. "Hey, Tori, why didn't you wake me up?"
"Uh, what?" She jerked her head in his direction, seemingly distracted by her own thoughts.
"Um, you didn't notice me sleeping? Even though Mr. Kay was telling us about turbo duels?" Yuma was getting a little peeved—Tori had always gone out of her way to make sure he stayed awake for the really important stuff, even if she was upset at him.
"Oh. Sorry, I was...thinking about other things..." Tori's voice seemed far away, as if she wasn't really concentrating on class. Getting worried by her strange behavior, Yuma was about to ask her what was wrong when the lights went out, and the Master of Faster himself, Jack Atlas, burst onto the screen, with the Satellite's very own Yusei Fudo following closely behind. Not wanting to get scolded by Mr. Kay again, he resolved to ask her more during lunch.
It had seemed like an eternity before lunchtime rolled around, but then again it could also be the fact that she had spent the past hour blinking and trying not to face-plant into her desk. Yawning, Tori hoped the food would help revive her a bit; after all, if she was going to pull this off, she would need more than just a bit of luck.
"Say, you feeling all right?" Yuma slid into the seat next to her, bento already out and chopsticks in hand.
"Hmm? I'm fine...why do you ask?" Well. She hadn't planned on him showing up so soon, but there was no turning back now.
Huffing a bit, Yuma turned away slightly, as if insulted, but his cheeks were red and Tori knew he was just embarrassed. "W-well, I mean, you're my...girlfriend...so...shouldn't I be allowed to care about you?"
Tori almost considered simply abandoning her thoughts of revenge and spending a cozy lunch hour with Yuma instead. Almost, but not quite; if she had to suffer, then he could stand a little punishment as well. "Well, when you put it that way..." Leaning over slightly, she whispered into his ear, "I didn't get a lot of sleep last night—you know, yesterday's little 'play time' and all that...it was distracting, to say the least..."
Oh. That. That was definitely something he could sympathize with. "I-I'm...sorry...uh..." Suddenly at a loss for words, he resumed eating with a strange sort of fervor.
"Be careful Yuma, you might choke if you stuff yourself so." Astral scolded, having only witnessed the outcome one too many times.
Rolling his eyes, Yuma managed to slow down just a tad. [God Astral, what are you, my mom?] The alien simply sighed and placed a hand on his forehead, a habit he'd picked up from watching human TV shows.
"Sometimes, I do wonder if this is what it means to be a parent."
Tuesdays were generally "special dessert" days at Heartland Junior High, a fact that worked wonderfully into Tori's plans. Today's featured treat was strawberry shortcake, piled high with whipped cream. It was something that she usually looked forward to, but if she could to make Yuma pay fully for yesterday's antics, then she was willing to sacrifice it just this once. "Oh, I'm going to get some dessert before they run out—I'll be right back."
"But you barely—" Yuma's voice trailed off as Tori disappeared into the crowd, "—ate your lunch..." Oh well, he supposed girls tended to like sweets more anyway. He hoped it wasn't because she thought she needed to lose weight to look good for him; those things were stupid and he liked her the way she was now. As he was silently contemplating if Tori would be able to get two cakes at once, a shadow fell across the table.
"Yo, Tsukumo. Fancy seeing you all by yourself." Plunking down his bag, Shark casually leaned back in his chair, which surprised Yuma since he hardly ever bothered to hang out, unless it involved dueling. "Your girlfriend not around?"
Yuma nearly choked on his rice. "She—Tori went to get some dessert. You know, before they run out." He still wasn't used to Shark being on such friendly terms with him, but it was nice to just chat and not be dueling over life-or-death situations all the time.
"Hmph. Must be nice having someone like that." Shark idly rocked back and forth in his chair, wondering what possessed him to strike up a—gasp—casual conversation with his rival/classmate/friend(?). Then again, he usually didn't hang out with anyone during lunch, and he figured shooting the breeze with Yuma was better than being constantly challenged by chump-change duelists (which happened far more often than he liked).
"Oh, um...ehe, I don't suppose you'd having any trouble getting a girlfriend though, right Shark? I mean, you're the one of the finalists in the Asian Championship, and you still have a lot fans..." Okay, so this was getting slightly more awkward than Yuma cared to admit, but he really wanted to better his friendship with Shark; and if it was going to be through talking about relationships, then relationships it was. Furtively, he sneaked a glance around the cafeteria, wondering when Tori would be back, but strangely she was nowhere to be found.
[Hey Astral, can you see where Tori is? She sure is taking her time...]
"Hmm? I thought she was heading back...the last time I saw her, anyway. I shall take a look." Astral easily floated through the groups of students, trying to spot the tell-tale green hair and ribbon. After a minute of hard searching he spotted her near the table where Yuma and Shark were sitting, but instead of going back, she seemed to be trying to conceal herself. "Yuma, she's right—"Before he could finish his sentence however, Tori had dashed underneath the tablecloth, hiding her from any prying eyes. 'Strange. Why would Tori go through the trouble of getting dessert and then hiding? Something is going on...more observations are required before making a full report.' Curious as to what the girl could be planning, he followed her underneath the table, for once glad that he was a spirit.
Her heart was pounding furiously, and there were so many things that could go wrong; for a second, Tori was sorely tempted to give up and go on pretending nothing ever happened. But she'd come too far to back out now, and crawling out from under the table would only invite awkward questions. As she crept closer to Yuma's seat, narrowly dodging some girl's swinging leg and a pair of overly-large shoes, a familiar voice rang out just above her.
"Tch. Just how idealistic are you anyway—have you ever met my fans? Trust me, those girls aren't interested in anything but the fame and bragging rights associated in hooking up with someone like me."
'Crap, Shark's here now? Since when did he and Yuma eat lunch together? Still, this could work to my advantage...if I play my cards right...' Carefully, she situated herself right in front of Yuma's legs—or rather, between them. Luckily for her Shark was leaning backwards in his chair, or he'd hit her for sure and that would be the end of that. Taking a couple of deep breaths to calm herself, she willed her hands to stop shaking (mostly), and very, very slowly reached up and started unzipping Yuma's pants, unaware of a certain blue alien who was watching her every move.
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At first he wasn't sure if he was just imagining things or what—but the second time he felt that slight tug near his crotch, Yuma nearly jumped out of his seat. "What the—"
"Something wrong?" Shark raised an eyebrow, not sure if Yuma's reaction was from his response or another issue entirely. For a second Yuma didn't answer, as if he was shocked and/or horrified by some sort of discovery. "What's the matter—this conversation too much for you to handle?"
"U-um, nope, no, not at all! I-I was just, uh, kind of surprised...I mean, I've never really had fans, so..." Yuma had settled down again, but his voice came out squeaky and forced, and Shark couldn't help noticing the way he kept glancing down...between his legs.
Oh.
"You...uh, got a 'problem' down there, Yuma?" Hmm, perhaps he shouldn't have brought up the topic of girlfriends in the first place.
Yuma shook his head vigorously, maybe a little too much. "No no, wha-what problems? Everything's fine! Really!" He couldn't believe this was happening to him; he knew Tori had a bit of a mischievous streak in her, but he never would have guessed she'd have the guts to do something like this. Apparently, she still hadn't quite gotten over their little stunt from yesterday, and now from the looks of things, she was about to give him a blowjob while he was eating lunch with Shark.
He wasn't sure if he was more terrified or aroused.
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For one insane moment, Tori was suddenly seized with the urge to just burst into hysterical laughter; Yuma's expression had truly been priceless when he'd discovered her perched neatly in front of his crotch, wide-eyed with one hand on the zipper. Smiling, she put a finger to her lips, lest he give her away and cause a scene in the middle of the cafeteria. He was about to say something when Shark started talking again, forcing him to pretend that her head wasn't between his legs, about to give him a memory he'd never forget.
She could feel the muscles in his legs tense up at her touch, thighs trembling very slightly as she ever-so-slowly eased her hand into his boxers and gently closed around his length. A sharp intake of breath sounded above her, and she could see his hands clenching into fists around his pants, but he was showing an amazing amount of self-control given the situation.
'Well, let's see how much he can handle...' Grinning to herself, Tori lightly flicked her tongue just barely across the tip.
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"Well—hello, I-I didn't, even—" The moment he felt something warm and wet brush against the head, Yuma nearly lost it; it took all the self-control he never knew he had to not turn into a hot, writhing mess, moaning like an idiot. Breathing hard, he struggled to get his traitorous body under some semblance of control. "U-uh, i-it's just...just, I didn't even know you were...looking!" The last part came out as a poorly-disguised gasp, but it was all he could do to stop the moans that were coming very close to tearing out the back of his throat. His stomach clenched tightly again as the tip became engulfed in a moist heat, and when her tongue dipped just slightly into the weeping slit, he had to slam both hands onto the table or he really would've lost it. "I-I mean, I thought th-that, you weren't...uuhnn...interested i-in girls...!"
Shark was starting to think that maybe this hadn't been such a good idea; Yuma had a queer expression on his face, as if he was simultaneously shocked but horrified at the same time. Not to mention the poor guy seemed to be going into random spasms for some unknown reason.
Wait, unless it was because he had misunderstood...?
"Whoa whoa whoa, I didn't mean that...just because I don't hang out with girls doesn't mean I bat for the other team..." Shark stuttered, his cool facade cracking just a bit. 'Do I really act that...gay?' He looked down at the shark tooth necklace and rings he usually wore. 'Maybe I should cut back on the man-jewelry...'
If his dick wasn't currently being engulfed in the mouth of his girlfriend at the moment, Yuma would've laughed at Shark's comment. As it were, he could only managed a sort of half-strangled, choking noise; he sincerely hoped Shark had not heard the slight moan that managed to slip past his lips. "Wha—no, I-I di-didn't mean that...I just...meant—" He left the sentence unfinished as another wave of intense pleasure flooded his body, causing him to shudder hard as he felt her teeth gently scraping along the tender skin. 'Damn it, I can't believe I'm actually getting turned on by this...I'm not a pervert, I'm not a pervert!'
"Y-you spend a, a lot of time d-dueling, I just thought—"
"—Do you think I'm gay?" Shark blurted out all of a sudden, his face burning with embarrassment. Even in his lust-induced haze, Yuma nearly did a double take. Where had THAT come from? Sure, Shark may have been more...fashionable, but the term 'homosexual' had never crossed his mind... "U-uh, n-no, of course not! What, why are you..." A not-so-gentle suck on his member brought his attention back down to the girl between his legs. "Ooh...god..." He whispered, biting down on his lip in an attempt to fight the urge to thrust his hips forward.
His reply was not very convincing for the older duelist; if Yuma thought he could avoid the issue by being all nice, he had another thing coming. "I'm not looking for niceties, Yuma. Just give me your damn opinion already!" Shark rolled his eyes, wondering once again what had possessed him to initiate such a dialogue.
Yuma struggled to find his voice through all the heavy breathing; it was getting harder and harder to maintain this pretense, especially as his climax was approaching. "I am! Sh-Shark, you're my...friend...I swear, I wouldn't...lie, to you!" Jesus, why did his girlfriend just happen to have such a hidden talent when it came to that tongue—he gasped loudly and squeezed his eyes shut as said tongue worked its way rapidly up and down his length. "Ngg...Sh-Shark, why are you...so insecure about y-yourself?" Desperately he forced his eyes open, not wanting to cause anymore suspicion than he probably already was. Good thing the chopsticks he had in his hand were made of metal, otherwise they'd have split into pieces long ago. A familiar warmth was starting to make itself known in his lower regions, and he knew he was getting awfully close.
Shark's pupils seemed to shrink just slightly at Yuma's observation. "I-I'm not being insecure...!" He faltered, because Yuma did have a point. If he really was sure of himself, he wouldn't even have asked the question in the first place. Sighing, his mouth curved into a slight smirk, although it was mostly aimed at himself. "All right. I'll admit it—I'm not exactly my own biggest fan, but then again, how could I be after getting disqualified and being labeled a no-good cheater thanks to that bastard IV?"
"Ah..." Yuma was surprised at Shark's unexpected seriousness, sympathy temporarily overtaking his pleasure. Even Tori seemed to have taken note, judging from the way her tongue was slowing down. "That wasn't your fault, Shark! We both know that...and, well, if everyone else choses to believe otherwise, then screw them!" As soon as he said it, he mentally slapped himself for his choice of words but Shark only huffed stiffly and sank even deeper into his chair, as if trying to disappear from the world around him. "Don't you...think so..." Yuma looked down awkwardly, his body visibly trembling from the increasing waves of bodily gratification. He could just make out the faint outline of her head through the tablecloth, bobbing slowly as she brought him to his release.
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'Note to self: underneath cafeteria tables is an excellent way to get information.' Tori mentally noted as she continued taking in Yuma's member, feeling the hot length twitch uncontrollably inside her mouth. She hadn't been so sure what to make of Shark's unexpected appearance, but now Yuma didn't have an excuse to get away to somewhere more private. 'Plus' she thought deviously, 'there's something kind of exciting about being so close to danger...' Her back was getting sore from being cramped in the same position for so long, but it it was worth it—payback had never tasted sweeter (or in this case, salty). Licking up the few droplets that were starting to leak out, Tori brought as much of him into her mouth as she could, using her hands to stroke the area that were left out. She let out a muffled shriek as a hand suddenly buried itself into her hair, but it was only Yuma letting her know subtly that he was very, very close to his peak. Unfortunately, his hand seemed to have a mind of its own, as she quickly discovered that she was literally trapped in this position, unable to pull back.
Moaning uncomfortably, she tried reassuring herself that there was sufficient air, that she could still breathe, but it was difficult with such a large form filling up most of her mouth. 'I'd better finish this quick if I don't want to choke—then I'd never hear the end of it!' Trying her best to cope with this new position, she sucked down hard, running her tongue over the taut skin. She winced slightly as he tugged her hair on instinct, his breathing becoming more erratic as every muscle tensed up, and—her eyes widened in surprise as the hot fluid rushed into her mouth, a bit spilling over the sides and down the front of her uniform, despite her swallowing as fast as she could. His entire body slackened considerably after that, and she fell back, coughing slightly as she could breathe freely once again.
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"...Y'know, sometimes I wonder how I can stand you at all." Shark said after a while, his eyes randomly scanning the hall. "You're incessantly cheerful and your dueling tactics make me cringe, we're both after the same thing, and I can't count the number of times we've faced-off—"
At this Yuma doubled over, his head practically hitting the table as he emitted a low moan, clutching his stomach. "Oh grow up already, Yuma, you know it's true..." Shark said irritably, not realizing just exactly what Yuma was going through. His remark was followed by silence, however.
"...Okay, fine, I guess you've gotten better as duelist..."
Still, Yuma remained hunched over, his breath the only sound audible. Unimpressed, Shark leaned over and flicked the younger duelist on the nose, which caused Yuma to sit up with a shout. "Seriously, how long were you planning on sulking?"
"...I wasn't sulking..." Yuma glared at him through half-lidded eyes, offended that Shark thought him to be that immature, but he supposed it was better than the real reason. Inwardly, he heaved an enormous sigh of relief, glad (in more ways than one) that everything was finally over with. Pretending to pay attention to the conversation, he surreptitiously tucked his limp member back into his pants, just as a familiar figure walked up to the table.
"I'm sorry about the wait, you wouldn't believe the line—oh, hi there, Shark." Tori blinked in surprise as she set down a plate of cake in front of Yuma. "If I'd known you were going to eat with us, I would've gotten you one too." On second thought, she wasn't really all that hungry for dessert anyway...not anymore... "Actually, here, you can have mine." She pushed her plate in front of Shark before he could even protest, fork already neatly placed by the side.
"Uh...thanks, I guess? Weren't you the one who wanted it in the first place though?" Shark questioned, hesitant to slice into the quivering mound of cream and strawberries.
"Oh, don't worry about it, I mean it's not every day you take a break from your 'lone-wolf' stance and actually act human for once." Tori replied breezily, ignoring the gloom that had settled over Shark's face and Yuma's snickering. "Besides, I, uh, kind of already had my dessert..." Licking her lips in a manner that was eerily reminiscent of Cathy, she winked at Yuma, who immediately turned as red as the strawberry he was currently eating.
Shark felt that he was missing something in this entire picture, but decided against questioning the two of them. 'Somehow, I have a feeling that I don't want to know...' Shrugging nonchalantly, he picked up the fork and dug into the cake.
"All right class, now this next part will be covered on the exam at the end of the week, so I suggest you all take notes and pay attention. That means you too, Mr. Tsukumo—don't think I didn't see that yawn." Mr. Kay warned as he dimmed the lights and the second half of the Fortune Cup finals began playing. Yuma squirmed uncomfortably in his seat as some of his classmates giggled, but everyone quieted down as the roar of the D-wheels took center stage.
After lunch ended, they'd returned to their seats as usual, but Yuma couldn't stop thinking about what had possessed Tori to pull a trick like that. As soon as Mr. Kay looked the other direction, he pulled her close, whispering into her ear. "Care to explain what lunch was all about?"
"Not now Yuma, or do you want to get caught by Mr. Kay again?" Tori hissed back, trying to pay attention to the action on screen.
"I don't think so—either you start talking right now, or," he slipped his hand between her legs, causing the girl to jerk in surprise, "let's see how you handle it." He rubbed a finger against her skirt to emphasize his point, and Tori gasped out a faint whimper.
"I-I don't think there needs to be an explanation, Yuma. I'd say my actions were fairly obvious." She shot back dryly, trying to ignore the hand that was still there.
"But what for! You were the one who was against us doing it in the classroom too."
"My point exactly."
"What point—wait, don't tell me, this was...payback?"
Tori shrugged noncommittally, her eyes still focused on the two turbo duelists. "I don't know, but you seemed to enjoy it, or am I wrong?"
Yuma blanched, the terror and awkwardness of earlier rushing back to him. "You could've at least not done it with Shark around! Do you know how terrified I was? What if someone found out?" The darkness of the room seemed to enhance the scowl on his face, yet Tori remained unfazed.
"Your penis seemed to think otherwise."
"Well excuse me—"
"Then maybe you should exhibit some more self-control next time—"
The two of them were so absorbed in their little argument that neither noticed the figure standing in front of them. "Mr. Tsukumo, Miss Meadows, would the two of you care for a trip to the principle's office?" The vexed face of Mr. Kay stared down at them, eyebrow raised. Guiltily, the two shook their heads in silence. "I thought as much. See to it the two of you stop chattering for the rest of the period, or I will hand out detention."
They spent the rest of class in an awkward silence.
There was homework to be done before the next morning, but Yuma was much too preoccupied with the day's events to even remember it. Normally he preferred lounging in his hammock, but it wasn't even his bedtime yet, and Kari would think he was sick if he went to sleep so early. Instead, he sprawled onto his barely-used bed, his deck scattered on the pillow as he absently went through them.
"Yuma? Are you feeling ill? You have been usually quiet since the afternoon." Astral queried.
"I'm fine Astral, I'm just...confused...about...stuff..." The boy turned away, clearly not interested in talking about that afternoon's events.
"Confused? Are you referring to the fellatio Tori performed on you during lunch—"
Yuma nearly had a heart attack from hearing Astral's choice of vocabulary. "What the—where the hell did you learn that word! Do you even know what it means?" He remembered just in time not to shout, in case his sister thought he was yelling at the wall again.
Astral blinked owlishly—he still hadn't quite figured out the finer points of what humans referred to as 'discretion'—before tilting his head to one side, puzzled. "Fellatio—a noun, meaning 'oral stimulation of a man's penis'. So says the New Oxford American Dictionary, at any rate."
"I didn't ask for an English lesson Astral, I asked how you found out what—wait wait wait, WHAT?" All the blood drained from Yuma's face as he replayed Astral's response in his head, this time actually taking in the words. "...H-how did you know what she was doing...?"
"Simple. I saw her when she was coming back from getting dessert. Instead of returning to the table, she ducked underneath, and I followed as well. Since I did not understand her intentions at first, I thought it would be best if I made some observations first. Why, did I do something wrong?" Astral stared at his partner, who seemed to have entered a catatonic state, quizzically.
"So...so you knew...the entire time..."
"Well, yes. But is there something wrong? You seem awfully distressed, despite this 'fellatio' having caused you great pleasure earlier..." Truthfully, Astral had been a tiny bit jealous that he hadn't also been able to experience such thralls of pleasure, but he sensed that Yuma would only get more upset if he told him. "As for your other query, there is this delightful channel called 'The National Geographic' channel—or NatGeo for short—which features many programs that describe all facets of human culture in great detail. I find it to be a very fascinating and educational way to learn about your species. The program aired at a very late hour however, and you were already asleep."
"Gee, I wonder why." Yuma muttered sarcastically, face buried in his pillow as he tried to cope with the sudden information overload.
"The program also mentioned that there is a similar technique that one can perform on females—I believe it is called 'cunnilingus'?"
Yuma groaned and pulled his pillow over his head. "Oh god Astral, I really don't need to hear this..."
The alien continued on however, seemingly oblivious to Yuma's discomfort. "Seeing as Tori has performed fellatio on you, have you ever done this cunnilingus to her?"
"ASTRAL! Just...just stop talking, please..." Yuma's face was burning a bright red, his imagination starting to run wild after hearing Astral's words (much to his dismay). "And for the record, that's private information" he snapped back.
Astral paid no heed to Yuma's warning, despite the glower on the boy's face. "If you say so, Yuma. By the way, don't you have homework for tomorrow?"
"Oh crap, that's right! Aw man, I should've started this way earlier...thanks for distracting me, Astral!" Yuma grumbled and grudgingly started working on the problem set; Mr. Kay had already been displeased with him today, no sense in making it worse by not turning his work tomorrow. Still, Astral's question continued to echo in the back of his mind...
Have you ever done this cunnilingus to her?
'Not quite...but hey, speaking of revenge...' Yuma had to bite his lip to prevent himself from laughing out loud; it was insane and ridiculous, but if Tori could pull it off...
"Something the matter, Yuma?" Astral had noticed the grin that Yuma was struggling not to show.
"Uh, no. Nothing at all, Astral..."
A/N: I just like putting them in embarrassing situations. I'm glad to see a lot of you guys reading this, and I really appreciate all the feedback I've gotten so far. Feel free to leave any comments, suggestions, improvements...etc.
