The arch in your eyebrows can tell the truth
Just imagine what your back can do,
and the dance floor where I do my best
is your, your mattress.
I just gave myself the shivers,
and that's what you get when you think about her
And I just gave myself the shivers,
and that's what you get, that's what you get.
Cute is What We Aim For – Sweet Talk 101
There was a distinct meaning in the way that she was sprawled out on his bed. It wasn't the typical, friendly gesture that it usually was – not to say that the gesture wasn't friendly. The way her hip bone was poking out through the top of her jeans made him want to bite it …
"Bakura?"
He shivered. Straight up shivered. Yuichi Bakura didn't shiver. But she usually didn't moan his name out like her life depended on it.
But, fuck. Had her hair always been that long? And when exactly had she started filling out v-necks like that? He could feel a particular part of his anatomy throbbing, straining, and weeping against his boxers.
She sat up; obviously unsatisfied with the way he was just standing there, she began to walk towards him. The strain in his jeans grew and he resisted the urge to reach down and adjust himself. There was no need for him to worry about that much longer, however, because the brunette vixen before him had swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and let them fall down to his ankles.
Her fingers were creeping further down the rim of his boxers when he finally regained some of his wits and grabbed her wrists tightly, too tightly he was sure, but it could not be helped. She'd hardly done more than lie there and she was driving him mad.
She was looking up at him, just like she always did (because of her height). But it was also exactly the opposite of how she always did it. Her dark blue eyes were even darker, more alive and expressive than he'd ever seen them.
She was standing there, her fingers still lightly tucked into the rim of his boxers and his large white hands holding her as he dragged his eyes away from their hands (slowly) back up to her eyes. And then he saw her lick her lips. That was it.
He picked her up and tossed her onto his childhood bed, his fingers trembling as he ripped at her shirt, pulling it off of her in record time as he pressed his lips against hers. He was all over her, everywhere at once and she moaned and groaned and gasped and sighed at all the right moments.
He wasn't sure if he had said it aloud or if he had actually barked the command, but a moment later she had rolled out from underneath him and peeled off her tight jeans to reveal a matching hot pink bra and thong set. If he were a lesser man he might have jizzed right then and there in his stupid novelty Spiderman boxers in his stupid childhood room.
He waited for her to unhook her bra and expose more of herself to him before he yanked her back down onto the bed. He had a total disregard for how she liked it at this point, he was going to have his way with her and she was going to take it.
Her fingers pulled off his shirt and she mewled at the feeling of skin on skin. Her lips made a trail down his neck and he growled in response. She laughed and ran her hands down his back and he tugged off her underwear and shoved a finger into her warmth.
It was heaven, and it looked like she quiet agreed. Besides the pleasantness of heat and moisture, he could not help but notice the tightness of her sacred space. His eyes rolled a little as he teased another finger into her. Her head lolled back on his pillows and he shivered again.
He rubbed and plunged and buried his face in her breasts and almost beamed when he brought her to orgasm; her first orgasm. But certainly not her last as he was suddenly on top of her, his boxers dematerializing in the process as he lined himself up so ready to take this step, so ready to dive head first into her –
"Bakura, wake the fuck up! You're so disgusting, I can't believe that I put up with you … "
He opened his eyes to the shock of Marik standing all of six inches away from him and he could feel the wetness in his boxers. He wanted to throw some comment his way; be the snide boy that he usually was, but all he could think about was that he was lying in bed with wet sheets and wet boxers and all of that led him to think about why.
He must have look absolutely mortified, because Marik dropped the subject and told him that he was going to go ahead to class and that he would take notes so that Bakura could have them later.
He got up a few minutes after he heard the door slam, dropping his boxers and stripping his bed of its sheets. He grabbed a towel off of the hook behind the bedroom door and walked into the bathroom. Unfortunately the cold shower he took did not do much to calm down the raging boner that had appeared as soon as he started trying to analyze the dream.
The Bakuras were very, very vivid dreamers. Dreams stuck with them for days, months, years at a time with absolute perfect clarity. Bakura felt like this might be one of the ones that stuck around for years.
He brushed his hair and got dressed before heading back into the kitchenette to grab a bowl of cereal. He stared down into his cheerios as if they would hold the answer to why he could possibly be dreaming about her. Why in the world he would be dreaming about her in such a provocative way.
He hadn't seen her since he had dropped her off back home after the fiasco of a weekend she had spent here. It had been almost a month and while she still texted him, she hadn't called him in a while. It was absolutely strange, but how could that provoke such a dream?
He rubbed his temples and pulled out his phone, scrolling through the contacts searching for some sort of answer. His answer came in the form of a text message from a black haired girl that had been all over him during a pep rally for the intramural soccer team he played for.
Got some time for me today? My afternoon just cleared up.
Normally, no, he would not have had time for her. He wasn't really into girls with black hair. He was a fan of brunettes. Not any specifically, though. No, not at all …
He texted her back promptly and should have been more surprised when he heard her knocking on his door just a minute later. He shot Marik a quick warning text as he opened the door. She wasted no time in inviting herself in and he wasted no time in undressing her and putting her on her back on the couch.
Everything was going well (which was no surprise for Bakura, really) until his phone rang. He ignored it and kept going, she wasn't a virgin but she wasn't particularly experienced and so he had to do most of the work.
And then his phone rang again.
He ignored it.
It rang again.
He ignored it.
It rang again.
His hand shot out and he flipped them over so that the girl – whose name he couldn't be bothered to remember – could keep going while he dealt with the annoying device.
He was about to send the call to voicemail when he saw the caller ID.
Mika Koyama.
The phone stopped ringing and sent the call to voicemail again.
He tried to continue, but now there was an itch in the back of his brain. His eyes kept shooting over to the phone.
It rang again.
He answered it.
"Mika?" The girl he had been fucking looked down at him, a mixture of annoyance and mortification on her traditional Japanese features. This was the first time he'd noticed those.
"Hi Bakura," she spoke in a hurry, the words sort of blending together. He could hear the anxiety in her voice.
"Mika, what's wrong?" He pushed the girl aside, Ai or Mai or Seiko or whatever her name was scoffed at him as she threw on her clothes. She was cussing at him, but he ignored her as he heard something else in the background; a group conversation, to be exact.
Look, I bet she's calling him.
What's he gonna do? Beat us up through the phone.
I bet he doesn't even care about her. You hear that Mika?
It's so sad; she's so obviously thinks she means something to him.
I mean, fuck, it's been a whole year. She's such a haughty bitch.
I bet she's not even a virgin.
We should find out.
"Uh, nothing … nothing is wrong, just … I hadn't called you in a while and –" He could hear the group laughing in the background and he could hear her breathing a little bit harder.
"How far are you from school?"
"What?"
He snarled a little and asked again, "How far are you from the school? What street are you on?"
She told him hurriedly, in a low voice as if she was afraid that they would hear her. He could feel the blood boiling in his veins, he felt a sharp kick in his shin and he waved off the angry girl who stood there staring at him ass naked on his living room couch. He pointed to the door and gave her a look that said "what the fuck are you waiting for?"
She stormed out and he was sure that this was going to harm his reputation on campus, but at the moment there were other things his brain was trying to work out. Who were these fuckers messing with Mika? Why were they messing with her in the first place? And when the fuck was he going to meet them so that he could beat the ever loving shit out of them?
(Why was he so fucking angry?)
"Okay, pretend you're still on the phone with me. I will call you back in two minutes."
He hung up and dialed another number, familiar and yet highly unused.
"Hello?"
His little brother's voice sounded confused, confused and flustered. Right, he had a girlfriend now. "Ryou, I need you to get in your car and go pick up Mika."
"Huh? Why? Where is she?"
Bakura filled him in quickly, giving him directions. He didn't have time to question him now, but he was extra pissed when he heard the recognition in Ryou's voice. He knew that this was going on.
He called Mika back and she answered quickly, continuing a conversation that she'd been pretending to have with him. He told her that Ryou was on the way and that he wanted her to have him take her home and that in the morning he would pick her up for school.
What he didn't' tell her is that he'd be there, too.
Not exactly what I thought this chapter was going to be, but I can't say that I'm all that disappointed either x)
Lots of love to CraftyLion and Akatsuki's Bitch :) They make this story worth writing ^_^
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