A/N: Wow, feels like it's been so long since I've been able to sit down and write...
Over the years, Yuma had learned that he was a fairly predictable person when it came to his behavior: if he lost a duel, he'd just go and immediately challenge the next person he saw; if there was homework to be done over the weekend, it would not be started until 10pm on Sunday night. Therefore, he knew that Tori would be expecting (or at least be on guard) for some sort of get-back for Tuesday's "excitement" for the next few days after that; so in a rare occurrence, Yuma bided his time, waiting nearly a week before even considering the ideal timeframe to spring his trap. Mostly it was to throw Tori off the scent and lower her defenses, but also because this plan required a more specific time and place.
Luckily for him, he didn't have to wait much longer (any more days and he would start losing his nerve). The unit test on Neo Domino's turbo duels was coming up, and Tori had agreed to help him study so he could bump up his overall grade. The school library was booked solid with other students who had similar thoughts, but Caswell simply used his authority as class representative and managed to snag them two rooms; although they wouldn't be able to all study together, at least the rooms were close by if they needed help from the other group. The date was set for Thursday afternoon, 4pm sharp in rooms 11B and 12A on the first floor. Yuma, Tori, and two of her friends Sachi and Sei would be in 11B, and the rest of the Numbers Club would take 12A. Yuma didn't like the idea of being in an all-girls group, but would take what he could get—even if he wasn't too fond of the other two. Unlike Tori, they never seemed to have the slightest interest in Duel Monsters, and—as much as he hated to admit this—he was jealous that Tori sometimes preferred to do non-dueling activities with them rather than him.
As Thursday afternoon rolled around, Caswell handed a card key to Yuma, along with strict instructions on not to lose it—"it's my name that's on the line"—and the two groups filed into their respective rooms. Seating up to a group of six each, the study rooms were equipped with state-of-the-art projectors and computers, neatly installed at each seat around the central table. An old-fashioned white board was still available though, as even centuries of technological advancements couldn't erase peoples' need to physically write out problems. What made the library study rooms unique from the regular ones on campus, however, was the fact that each seat around the table was separated by a cubicle-like wall; while the tabletop walls could be lowered, each student's seat was solidly divided from all the rest. This, above all other reasons, was why Yuma had chosen to wait so long in order so specifically take advantage of this fact.
Upon entering the room, Yuma was a little dismayed at the proportions; he hadn't counted on the space being so shallow, but he would make do. He frowned slightly as he raced through his haphazard plan (if you could call 'having an idea and then winging the rest' a plan), absently seating himself next to Tori.
Astral emerged from the key, interested in learning more about turbo duels as well. Although d-wheels had long been abandoned in favor of AR vision (except in a few areas where the sport still held a niche following), its playing style, especially the heavy use of synchro summoning, intrigued the alien. "Yuma, I find it interesting that Tori is more knowledgeable than you about this turbo dueling, despite the fact that she doesn't duel. Why is that?"
The boy twitched slightly, irritated that his partner had chosen this particular afternoon to make his presence known. [Hey, I know what turbo dueling is too! I just...kinda forgot some details...]
"So, you don't pay as much attention in class as her, is that it?"
[I—take that back, Astral!]
"Why? It's the truth, isn't it?"
[Why, I oughta—]
"Yuma! I asked you if you brought your notes. Are you even paying attention?" Tori stared at him, slightly peeved at his distracted behavior. She suspected he might've been busy warding off Astral again, but there should still be some limits to his obliviousness. Only the Numbers Club knew of Astral's existence, and they preferred to keep it that way; Sei and Sachi were good friends, but they cared very little for dueling, and trying to explain the whole Numbers and Astral World situation to them would only cause them to think she should be in a padded room, wearing a straight jacket. Her head had been spinning since last Tuesday, and she had been wary of Yuma's behavior towards her for the remainder of the week; however, he was strangely complacent, acting as if their discussion never happened. Part of her suspected if he had some ulterior motive later on, but more and more she felt as if he had simply let the issue go and moved on to more pressing matters, namely the unit test. Yuma's grades weren't terrible, but Kari had threatened him with a ban on dueling if he wasn't able to raise it before the quarter's end.
"Huh—yeah I got it, it's right here," Yuma distractedly shoved them towards her, trying to focus on three different subjects at the same time: Astral, studying, and how the hell he was going to get underneath the table. 'Damn, I should've planned it out better...how am I going to do this without Sei and Sachi noticing?'
"Do you need to go under the table for something, Yuma?"
Yuma nearly jumped out of his seat in surprise, but managed to calm himself down. [Jeeze Astral, you nearly gave me a heart attack!]
Astral peered down stoically. "You seem perfectly fine to me. Are you attempting to re-create the situation Tori put you—"
[I-it's none of your business! Can't you just leave me alone for once?] Annoyed, Yuma feigned interest in the topic of d-wheels—or duel runners, as they were called in certain areas—while cursing himself for not being more careful. His telepathic bond with Astral was handy, there was no doubt, but it was also a huge drag when he accidentally let his thoughts flow across the connection (especially private thoughts).
As usual, Astral showed no signs of leaving. "...Yuma, if you would like to, I would be willing to help you come up with a suitable strategy."
Yuma blinked twice, as if almost convincing himself that he had to have misheard. [What. What did you just say?]
"You are still bothered by what happened last week, aren't you? And now you would like to give, I believe you humans call it, 'payback' to Tori. I can think of a way that will put you in such a position, if you want to hear it..."
Suddenly, Jack Atlas and Yusei Fudo's legendary rivalry seemed less important than it was a minute ago. [...Not that I don't appreciate the help, but, why would you do this? It's not like you're getting anything out of it.]
"Not necessarily; after all, one of my goals is still to learn as much about humans as I can and I figured this would be a good time to learn about cunnilingus—you are doing that, aren't you?" Astral spoke all of this in a very clinical tone, as if he were describing the basic mechanics of a d-wheel. He honestly didn't understand why humans considered anything intimate to be such a taboo topic—wasn't sex necessary for the survival of the human race? Such necessary things should be made clear, instead of being hidden behind so many layers; at least, that was his logic.
The screen of Yuma's d-pad now read 'fffffffffffffff' instead of the list of essential turbo duel rules. His hands had stopped moving after Astral mentioned the word cunni—no, he mustn't think about that—and he barely caught the last part before switching his attention back to his partner. [I...I don't even...what...]
"Besides, I enjoy a good challenge."
[...Are you sure it's not because you enjoy a good show?] Yuma had meant it as a sarcastic comment, but Astral's expression suddenly turned so serious that he was starting think that perhaps it hadn't been the wisest move in exposing the alien to the intricacies of sex. To be honest, it was scaring him a little; he hoped they hadn't created some sort of perverted, sexual monster out of the curious, but well-meaning alien.
Astral knew from his first encounter that humans were generally sensitive when it came to their privacy regarding these intimacies, but he could not lie to Yuma. "...I won't deny that I enjoy it, but—"
[—Oh great, I knew it, I've created a pervert—]
"—please let me finish, Yuma. I...greatly appreciate the lengths you have gone to in helping me. However, as I cannot physically experience anything, I...would like to observe. And create my own knowledge of such topics. And also...you told me that humans have sex as a way to physically express their deepest emotions to each other." He paused, searching for the right words. "...I find it...enjoyable, knowing that the two of you can have such a bond; it makes me happy. Is it wrong for me to try and understand that kind of bond?" Hovering just above the table, Astral looked straight at Yuma, half-expecting to be rejected.
Yuma sighed inwardly. He couldn't fault Astral for having such thoughts, not when he was so sincere about them. Normally, he would've called him out for being voyeuristic, but then again, this wasn't exactly a normal situation. His entire life had literally been turned upside-down ever since the spirit emerged from the key that day, and sometimes he still had to remind himself that certain rules no longer applied. If it were anyone else asking, even with the same reasoning, Yuma would've flat-out rejected him; yet he found himself unable to say no to the alien, no matter how farfetched his requests.
Astral, mistaking Yuma's silence for anger, quickly backpedaled on his suggestion. "I mean, if—"
[—no Astral, I'd...be glad for your help. Thanks, buddy.] Yuma gave a small, but sincere smile at his friend. The alien was surprised, but returned the smile.
"No, thank you, Yuma. Now, about diverting the attention of Tori's friends..."
– – – – – –
Caswell had been in the middle of explaining Jack Atlas' battle tactics when a trio of girls burst in, two of them looking quite confused and the third utterly annoyed. "Oh, can I help you ladies with something?"
"Ah, class representative Caswell, sorry for just barging in like this!" Sachi gave a low bow, feeling embarrassed that she'd interrupted his lecture. "But, um, we were wondering, would it be possible to borrow your notes on...oh, what was it again...Sei, do you remember?" The short-haired girl next to her shook her head; neither of them were great when it came to duel monsters in general, let alone turbo dueling.
Beside them, Tori resisted the urge to face-palm. It had struck her as curious when Yuma suddenly asked Sachi about Yusei's deck build, considering that Sachi barely even knew how many cards were required for a deck minimum. Before she could answer however, Sei had cut her off, suggesting that they go exchange notes with the other group—they were next door, after all, and wouldn't someone like Caswell be pretty knowledgable about this? Yuma had agreed wholeheartedly, perhaps a little too much, but Tori was too busy wondering why he had asked Sachi instead of her to pay much attention. Then she didn't even have time to think about that, as Yuma proposed that Tori go with the two, in case they got mixed up as to what they needed. The next thing she knew, they were leading her out the door, her mind barely even able to put forth a what and now they were in room 12A, Caswell looking as confused as the girls.
"Err, oh, Tori, do you know what we need?" Sei looked her friend sheepishly, blushing from her lack of dueling smarts.
Something was fishy about this entire situation; she just didn't know what yet. "Right. Did any of you guys have notes on Yusei's deck build? Specifically, the first one he used against Jack Atlas?"
"Ah, Tori, if you'd like, I can give you a copy of mine." Cathy shyly handed her a flash drive. "We actually put all our notes on it too, so that way you don't have to keep coming over all the time."
Tori accepted the data with a grateful smile. "Thanks everyone, sorry we bothered you so suddenly. I'll port over our notes to you guys too so you can have access to them as well." The trio waved good-bye and slipped out the door, careful not to make too much noise in the library.
– – – – – –
"...This is a joke, right?" Tori stared at the message on the whiteboard, eyebrow twitching uncontrollably.
Got a call from sis dunno how long I'll be gone so continue without me
-ゆま
The name was hastily scrawled near the bottom of the board, as if he had been a rush. Perhaps he really had been in a hurry, and there really was some sort of urgent message, yet... She couldn't put her finger on it, but the situation still struck her as strange.
"Should we just go on reviewing then?" Sachi volunteered timidly, not sure what to make of Tori's expression. "He is your boyfriend after all, you can help him catch up later, right?"
"Uh huh. Guess it can't be helped. Let me send our notes over to the other group first." Making a note to hunt down Yuma later, she sat back down in her seat, oblivious to the fact that it was already pulled out for her.
– – – – – –
"Be careful—she's sitting down. Make sure her legs don't hit you." Astral warned as a slender pair of legs suddenly came into view, Yuma scrunching back just enough so they wouldn't hit him. He swallowed nervously and realized that perhaps he was in a bit over his head; planning ahead wasn't his greatest strength, unlike Tori, but hopefully with Astral backing him up this might work out after all. It was Astral who came up with the idea of sending Sachi and Sei out of the room for information, and having Yuma prod Tori into going with them. Luckily Sei and Sachi weren't too well-versed in the world of duel monsters, or he would've been hard-pressed in finding a way to get Tori to leave as well.
His train of thought was interrupted as her left leg abruptly swung forward, and Yuma barely dodged to the side in time. "Really? No way, I thought turbo duels were banned a long time ago!" Sachi's voice filtered through the wooden surface as he breathed a sigh of relief. Sliding back down, he was faced with a new dilemma: Tori's legs were now crossed, meaning there was no way he could execute his plan until she un-crossed them.
Beside him, Yuma could literally feel Astral frowning. "...Well, this was unexpected. I don't suppose there are any methods for getting humans to move their legs?"
[No...well, not without them noticing.] This was so unfair; how come whenever Tori did something everything worked out for her, but never for him? [I guess the only way would be to just...force...them...open...]
"Would she give you away though? Unlike last time, we will not be able to rely the element of surprise as much as Tori did."
[If you have a better idea Astral, I'd love to hear it. But in case you haven't noticed, we're wasting time; Caswell's only got the rooms until 5pm, and it's already past 4:30pm.]
"Then go for it; but don't blame me if it doesn't work out." Astral shrugged and floated out of the way.
Yuma took a deep breath and steeled himself. [Wow Astral, how 'bout having a little more faith in me?] Not waiting for a reply, he leaned forward and placed both hands on top of her thighs.
– – – – – –
"Eh—yeeeahhhh!" Tori screeched at the unexpected contact, legs immediately kicking forward out reflex. She heard a faint "oomph" and her pulse increased ten-fold as she hit something soft—was that a person underneath there? Leaning back in her chair, she peered down cautiously and came face-to-face with a very familiar pair of bright crimson eyes. Instantly her mind clicked and everything fell into place; Yuma was going to make her pay, and pay hard.
She shuddered involuntarily at the thought.
"Tori! What's wrong, are you all right?" Sei's voice was full of worry, and she and Sachi seemed ready to leap to her rescue at a moment's notice.
"Oh, n-no, I think I just felt something brush against my legs...probably a bug, it's no big deal..." Inwardly her mind was going ohcrapohcrapohcrap but there was very little she could do. If she chose to expose Yuma, that also meant exposing a lot more about their relationship than she cared to; especially since as far as Sei and Sachi knew, the most they'd ever done was kiss. 'I bet the hairs on the back of their necks would stand up straight for a week if they really knew the kind of stuff we've already done...' she thought sarcastically. Still, she wasn't going to give herself up to Yuma just like that—if he wanted this so badly, she was going to make him work for it. With that thought in mind, she kept her legs stubbornly crossed, going back to reviewing their notes.
– – – – – –
[...Okay, so she didn't scream bloody murder. That's good...I think...] Yuma wheezed silently, his ribs still aching from that kick. Lucky for him she hadn't kicked that hard, or he would be lying incapacitated on the floor instead.
"Do you know what you're doing, Yuma?"
Yuma ignored the tone of skepticism in Astral's voice. [Yeah yeah, just don't interrupt me...] Firmly but gently, he forced her legs to un-cross, although when he tried to push them open she doggedly fought back. 'Ugh...fine, be that way. Let's see how long you can hold out like this.' Reaching forward, he slid his hand under the skirt and ran a finger right along her underwear.
– – – – – –
"Yusei Fudo's key card was the legendary Stardust Dragon, and Jack Atlas' was Red Dragon Archfiend—Tori, are you sure you're okay?" Sachi looked at her friend, who was squirming around in her seat, face slightly flushed. "Do you want to take a break? You don't look very good..."
"U-uh, yea—no no, I'm f-fine...it's...just...th-this stupid...bug...uuunn..." Tori let out the breath that she didn't even know she'd been holding, the familiar warmth spreading rapidly from her stomach to other parts of her body. Of course, leave it to Yuma to find some way to gain the upper hand after being bested once. 'What goes around, comes around,' she thought with a twinge of bitterness; she had to admit, Yuma had been pretty ingenious in choosing the library for his battlefield. In a private room, any and all sounds could be heard, meaning she would have to work doubly hard to keep everyone oblivious.
"Eh? A bug? Want me to open the door and shoo it out?" Sei offered, but Tori shook her head violently.
"NO—I-I mean, d-don't trouble yourselves...it's not...a...b-big d-d-deal..." She panted slightly, her head starting to spin as Yuma's fingers continued prodding at her slit. 'Yeah, like hell it is!' She tried kicking him away, only to make the unfortunate mistake of opening her legs in the process.
'Oh crap—'
Tori didn't even finish her thought before Yuma took full advantage of her error and practically shoved his face in her crotch, firmly holding her legs at bay. A wave of heat prickled down her spine and every part of her seemed ten times more sensitive than before. "Uuhn...s-sorry, c-could you...repeat that l-last part?" Torture or not, she was determined to carry out her review session. "J-just the last bit...what was the c-card?"
"Let me see, it's...Junk Warrior. You know Tori, we can finish this tomorrow too...are you sure you don't need a break?" Sachi peered at her curiously. 'That must be some bug if it's got her this worked up...'
She managed to bite her lip just in time as she felt the tip of Yuma's nose start digging through her panties, which were already soaked. Cursing, she couldn't help but unconsciously rock forward in her seat, the knot growing tighter each time she rubbed against him. "Really guys, it's...fine...I'd r-rather finish today, than...h-have it drag on," she ground out through clenched teeth. Glazing over her notes, she realized to her horror that she had not been paying attention to anything that Sei and Sachi had been saying for the past few minutes; her section on Jack Atlas' battle style was completely blank. 'I swear to god, if I fail this test because of Yuma he's going to get it.' Although, at the moment, it was hard for her to think of anything other than the throbbing sensation between her legs and—damn, was that his tongue? Somehow he managed to push aside the sodden fabric and now his tongue was sliding around her core, almost in a curious manner. He may have been inexperienced when it came to this new technique, but just his insistent strokes were more than enough to send her reeling into a wave of pleasure.
'N-no...I c-can't...not here...!' Moaning very lightly under her breath, Tori held her d-pad up in front of her face so Sei and Sachi couldn't see her contorted expressions. It was harder and harder to keep her voice and breathing under control, but at this point she knew it was useless to try and fight her impending orgasm; better to try and minimize what damage she could. "Uhnn...nng...S-Sei, I think...you should—uuhhnnn—play the video...t-that way, we'll get a good idea...of their, s-strengths..." A bead of sweat dripped down her nose, but neither of the other girls noticed.
"Oh yeah, you're right, Tori! See, I knew it was a good idea to study with you—you always know what to do!" Sachi praised her friend as she and Sei brought up the video, which was projected directly onto the built-in screen on the table.
Tori could only give them a weak smile as she felt her body stiffening involuntarily. The lights dimmed automatically, and not a second too soon—in the span it took for the room to darken, she let out a gasp (mercifully muffled by the video starting up) and slumped forward in her chair, feeling all the tension draining from her body as warm fluids trickled down the side of leg.
– – – – – –
'Guh—what the—' Yuma jerked slightly as a hot liquid covered his mouth and the tip of his nose. He hadn't been so sure of his actions, but judging from the way Tori's legs had fenced in his head, he must be doing something at least half-way correctly. In the beginning he had been hesitant to, well, lick her there—what if it was dirty—but after Astral nonchalantly pointed that she had pretty much done the same to him, he pushed aside the fabric and tentatively stuck his tongue in her warm center. It wasn't exactly what he expected; it didn't really taste bad (kind of sweet, sour?), and the scent could only be described as "her". Exploring a bit more, he discovered that if he angled his head slightly, he could use the tip of his nose to rub against her sensitive nub, which caused Tori to almost choke him as her legs squeezed on instinct.
"Are you done, Yuma? I have been looking at the time, and it seems you only have about five minutes left." Astral warned impatiently.
[Uh, yeah, I-I think...] Yuma pulled back, attempting to lick off the remaining fluid from his face—'it's actually not too bad'—before wiping his nose on his sleeve. [Hey, Astral?]
"Yes, Yuma?"
[...How am I going to get out of here?]
"..."
[...Well, this is just great.]
– – – – – –
"Wow, now that I think about it, synchro summoning is really a lot like xyz summoning, isn't it?" Sei and Sachi scribbled furiously as the video wound down, Tori forcing herself to make an effort to at least write something before their study session was over. Her head was still foggy and she felt weak and slightly disoriented from her climax, but fortunately Sei and Sachi hadn't noticed anything.
At least, she hoped they didn't.
Beneath the desk, she could hear Yuma shuffling around, probably getting restless from sitting still for so long; well, it served him right for doing what he did. Still, he would need a plausible re-appearance, and it wouldn't be from coming back in the room. They would have to clear the room once again.
"Hey, Sei, Sachi? Would you guys mind returning the card key to Caswell? I just want to finish up some notes first, but I'd hate to keep him waiting."
"Oh, sure Tori, but we could just wait for you, you know."
Tori grimaced slightly. "It'll just be for a few minutes, and you know how punctual Caswell gets. I'd rather not have him chew us out for 'sullying his name', you know?" As she said this, she slid the card key across the table, effectively ending any protests.
The two girls picked up the their notes and the key hesitantly, slightly wary of Tori's mood change. "O-okay, we'll be waiting for you outside then...don't take too long!" The two scurried out the door, which quietly slid shut behind them. Sighing, Tori leaned back in her chair, glancing down at the form underneath. "You can come out now, Yuma."
He crawled out slowly, a shy expression on his face. "H-hey Tori...uh, so, about th—"
"Just don't, Yuma, just...you don't have to explain anything, okay? I'm not dumb, I know exactly what it was you were doing, so let's just leave it that, all right?" Tori huffed in exasperation, trying not to blush. "By the way, you'd better hope we can borrow notes from Bronk or somebody else, otherwise if I fail this test, well...let's just say it'll make last Tuesday look mild in comparison."
Yuma gulped nervously. "O-okay, chill, I'm sure Bronk would be more than willing to. By the way, uh, Tori...?"
"What."
"D-did you...ah...enjoy it?" He blushed immediately, eyes darting around the room.
The stylus in her hand stopped moving. "U-uh, wha...well...I-I..."
"—I-I mean, you, came, so...I guess you liked it...?"
Try as she might, Tori couldn't stop the corner of her mouth from tugging up slightly. Yuma really was too cute sometimes, especially when he got embarrassed. "...You weren't bad, I'll give you that. Although, I really wish this kind of thing would stop happening at school—"
"Hey, I made sure no one saw—"
"—you're missing the point, Yuma. Next time, let's just make sure it's somewhere private, okay?"
"Yeah yeah, I got you. This whole sneaking-around business is pretty annoying after a while."
"Anyway, let's get out of here before the whole gang busts in again." Picking up her bag, she was about to sling it over her shoulder when Yuma lifted it out of her hands.
"How 'bout I carry it for you today? You know, like all proper boyfriends are supposed to," he teased, winking at her. In spite of her earlier feelings, Tori found herself blushing.
"...Thanks, Yuma." She pecked him lightly on the cheek, just as the rest of the group came rounding the corner.
"Ack! My eyes!" "No PDA on campus!" "Are we interrupting something?" Yuma and Tori quickly pulled apart at the ruckus, which earned them a couple of curious stares from the other library patrons.
"Let's just get out of here," Yuma muttered nervously, hoping nobody else he knew saw them. The two of them already had more than their fair share of close-calls today, after all.
Tori nodded anxiously. "Hey, Yuma?"
"Hmm?"
"We...need to go over those notes. Again."
As predicted, Yuma's face fell noticeably. "Aww, again? But when—"
"Now. My place. Unless, you'd rather fail the test..." She shot him a look that clearly said 'this-is-your-fault', leaving him little choice but to comply.
"Oh-kay, fine. Bronk, do you mind if I have a copy of your notes?"
The larger boy nodded. "Sure Yuma, why, weren't you paying attention?" Bronk joked, much to Yuma's displeasure.
"Ha ha, very funny Bronk. I just want to make sure I cover everything, what with Kari's threat and all."
"I know, it would suck if you couldn't duel. Otherwise, who else would I beat?" Bronk laughed heartily.
"Bronk! I challenge you to a duel, right after our test!"
"It's on, brother!"
"Oh boy...here they go again..." Tori rubbed her temples and hoped Yuma would still be able to focus after they got to her house. Somehow, she had a feeling that in of itself would be another trial.
A/N: Sorry for the delay! But I hope this chapter was satisfactory; you'd be surprised at how difficult it is to constantly write about the same topic (read: porn) while making it fresh and engaging at the same time. Anyway, thanks for all your guys' feedback and such; yes, there will be a bonus chapter coming up, as soon as I can nail the plot for it...
