Right in a Bad Way

A/N: I would like to thank all five of my wonderful reviewers for taking the time to read my story and to offer feedback, with special warm fuzzies to Nicky and Vapid Breath for venturing out of their range of preference to give me a shot. I’m ecstatic you all liked my story.



Also: I’m nervous about this chapter. I’ve written dozens of stories before, though this is my first fan fic, but this is the first time I’ve ever written anything sexually explicit. Any comments or criticism would be much appreciated.





Chapter Three: A Brawl in an Elevator



She wasn’t yelling at him. He had been holding his breath for the worst, but it didn’t come. He peeked up over the edge of the couch when she asked him if he wanted another drink and he knew he looked guilty as hell. He avoided her eyes for a moment, then forced himself to meet them and was jarred. She looked like a wreck. The muscles of her face were tense and her movements jerky as she pulled the bottle of vodka out of the refrigerator.



Before he thought, he had climbed over her couch was striding to her. “Are you alright?” Jounouchi asked concerned as Mai poured herself a glass.



She wouldn’t look at him, so he grabbed her hands and turned her to face him. The intensity in her eyes nearly knocked him back; she didn’t seem upset, but barely restrained.



He swallowed. Whatever was happening was very serious. He didn’t know what that look was for sure, but he had a good idea.



Then . . . she broke. Her lips were on his so suddenly he pulled back, but her hand had found his neck and she held him to her. The kiss started so violent, her mouth pressing his lips against his teeth in a way that was more painful than pleasurable, but it melted into something slightly gentler, if just as intense and urgent. It was an attack that his body and brain took a few moments to register.



Holy shit. Kujaku Mai was kissing him—and not like the girl who “tutored” him in Physics did, either. The kiss she was giving him went beyond hormones and experience; nothing had ever been like this before. The excitement he had quieted only minutes ago returned in tidal waves and Jounouchi yanked her body roughly against his, one arm across her back to press her breasts into his chest and one at her hips to jerk her heat against his arousal.



Mai broke the kiss to make a strangled and startled sound, her weight sagging in his arms a bit as her knees half-crumpled. For a moment, he thought he’d hurt her, but then he looked at her flushed face and wet lips, her eyes mostly closed. My God, he realized, she’s just horny. Really, really, horny. And in that moment he lost faith in porn stars and smutty mangakas: he had never seen a girl’s face look like this. The thought of Mai in this state was a turn-on he wasn’t equipped to deal with, and the idea that he had been the one to get her there had him bucking his hips against hers involuntarily. She made little whimpers each time the swollen parts of their bodies met though their clothes, each one driving a nail into the coffin of his sanity.



Good God, he panicked, trying desperately to stop himself and failing. Was he dry-humping Mai in her kitchen? He wrenched his eyes away from the face which had made him lose control only to realize that, no, he wasn’t. They were in the living room near the sofa; she must have been backing him up during the kiss and he hadn’t even noticed.



Mai seemed to have regained some of her composure, stilling his hips with her hands and pulling back from him. For one horrible second he thought she was going to tell him they needed to stop, and opened his mouth to babble words which would have, no doubt, been construed as begging. He was saved however, for instead she put her finger over his lips and pushed him back, onto the couch.

“We don’t have much time,” she whispered breathlessly as she climbed on top of him and, meeting his lips again, began unfastening his pants.



That was true, though he was beginning to dread he wouldn’t need it.



Her lips broke from his, but found their way to his neck. He groaned aloud as she began to suckle a patch of skin she had drawn into her mouth and he felt the button of his jeans give away. He shook when her hand trailed along his stiffness as she lowered his zipper, her mouth never leaving his neck. It seemed to take an eternity, her hooking her thumbs into the waistbands of both his pants and his underwear and beginning their descent—he could swear she was moving in slow motion and it made him want to scream.



Her lips left his neck, leaving a mix of cold from the loss of her hot mouth and her now evaporating saliva, and burning from the bruised skin. Trailing a few quick and brushing kisses on his chest through his shirt she stopped at the patch of naked skin exposed by his open jeans. She kissed his trembling lower stomach and traced little patterns with her tongue; he clenched fists full of her feather sofa in his hands.



Finally, he felt his jeans sliding from him. She pulled up just in time to miss being hit in the face with his engorged length, but lowered herself immediately take it in her mouth. He cried out loudly, jerking his hips, forcing her to take all of him. Fortunately, it was a move she was prepared for, but she soon lifted her mouth from him, leaving a kiss on the head.



Mai smiled. “Soon,” was all she said as she stood.



Jounouchi watched in fascination as she lifted her brown leather skirt and began to lower her panties. When they hit the ground, Jou was speechless, staring at the swollen and blushing lips of her pussy. He had never felt so drawn to anything in his life and was already reaching to touch it before she settled back above him, straddling his hips.



She took his hand in her own and guided it up her skirt. It was shaking; they had officially crossed the line—this was now territory he had never entered. The lips were soft and somehow delicate, the slit was oozing. When he ran his finger up it to the button at the top, Mai made a noise he felt with his whole body. She let him explore for a few more moments before taking his wrist in her hand and guiding his finger to her opening.



It slid in easily and Jounouchi was shocked at the bolt of lightning which seemed to shoot directly from is finger to his penis, leaving him gasping. The heat surrounding his finger was greater than he could have imagined and her juices were now moving in rivulets down to his wrist. He felt her muscles clench around the appendage, and she moaned, desperately moving her hips against his hand. Heaven help him, he didn’t know women could actually get like this. Damn it, he was going to blow before he even touched her, let alone entered her.



As that bastard Fate would have it, he didn’t need to be worrying about that because he wouldn’t get to finish either way.



When he heard the knocking he could have cried. It wasn’t fair; he was about to lose his virginity—to Mai—and there was absolutely no way his erection was going to go down any time soon. For a few instants he pretended he didn’t hear it at all—Mai didn’t seem to. She was still humping his hand and making beautiful little noises.



But the knocking got louder and became accompanied with Honda’s voice. And Mai woke up. Fuck. At least she wasn’t too happy either.



“No,” she moaned, falling against him, her face buried in his neck, “no, no, shit no.”



She waited another few seconds before climbing off him and straightening her skirt and her hair.

Jounouchi took longer to recover. He was staring at his finger as though he didn’t quite know what to do with it. It had just gone where he thought something else was going to get to go; he didn’t know if that made it sacred or cursed.



Mai gave him a quick shake. “Snap out of it, Jou. Your goddamned friends are here.”



He sat up and began attempting to pull his pants up with hands that seemed to be half-assing it. He stood and was zipping up his pants when he heard Mai’s frustrated voice.



“They’re soaked. I can’t put these back on.”



He looked over to see her holding her panties.



She tossed them to him and he caught them only because of trained reflexes. “Take them; you can add to your collection.”



He was only just registering what she said when she opened the door. In a panic, he stuffed the underwear into his jacket pocket.



“What took so long?” Honda asked. He didn’t seem happy.



Mai reciprocated those feelings. “We didn’t hear you.”



Honda seemed ready to cry bullshit, but was elbowed by Anzu.



When he saw Yuugi’s red face, Jounouchi realized how apparent it was what they had been doing. Mai’s lipstick was a bit smeared, her outfit slightly rumpled; her face was flushed and a sheen of sweat covered her skin. And when all four sets of eyes stopped on his form, Jounouchi knew he looked worse.



Anzu looked away, blushing. “Jounouchi, your pants are unbuttoned.”



He looked down and, sure enough, he had forgotten to finish fastening his pants in the aftermath of Mai’s gift. It was also obvious that he was still more than a little excited. Embarrassed, he turned away to do up the button.



There was an awkward silence.



“I’ll get the bags,” Mai said, escaping into her room.



Honda and Yuugi still weren’t speaking, the former because he was angry, the latter because he was uncomfortable.



Anzu tried to pick up the conversation, “I love your apartment, Mai. The orange is very dramatic.”

Mai came back in, dragging three black garbage bags of clothing. Before she could reply to Anzu’s complement, Honda spoke, more annoyed than he was seconds before.



“I suppose Jounouchi and I are going to have to carry those down to the car.” Without waiting for an answer, he stepped forward and heaved two bags. “Come on, Jou.”



Jounouchi snapped out of his mixed state of shock and humiliation and grabbed the third bag, following Honda out the door and down the hall to the elevator.



As soon as the elevator doors closed, Honda turned to Jounouchi, and ignoring the operator except to give instructions to press the button for the lobby, punched his friend.



Jou didn’t feel the fist connect with his face until it had already left. His eyes blurred as pain exploded on the left side of his face, and he lost his balance, one of Mai’s bags catching his fall. He leapt to his feet yelling, “What the hell was that for?”



Honda shouted back, “What do you think you’re doing? That bitch is a snake. How many times has she almost gotten you killed?”



Jounouchi punched him back. “Two, and one of those times was completely my choice.”



“That doesn’t make it any less her fault. If she hadn’t been so reckless in the first place, you would never’ve had to fight Malik,” Honda spat as he stood, bleeding from his nose.



Jounouchi was momentarily surprised. He hadn’t meant to hit him so hard. “That’s not true, and you know it. I had vowed to help Yuugi and to become a true duelist; it was a tournament Honda, I would’ve had to fight him anyway.”



“You were just starting to forget about her, and now look; she has her claws back in you. I knew this would happen if you two spent time alone,” Honda said, giving the wall a good kick.



“We wouldn’t have even come here if you hadn’t insisted on picking me up.”



“I wanted to pick you up so that you wouldn’t be with her. This plan was Anzu’s idea—if I had known, I would have just let her drop you off.”



“It’s still none of your damn—”



Jou was cut off by a stuttering and bemused elevator operator, “The lobby, sirs.”



The two young men gathered the bags and exited the elevator and the lobby in silence. When they reached Honda’s brother’s car, it took cramming, ingenuity and cursing to make all three bags fit in the trunk. They slammed the lid of the trunk down and Honda turned to his friend.



“I’m just saying be careful.” The words were soft without being apologetic in the least.



Jou understood; the argument was over, but Honda wasn’t giving any ground. Jounouchi could live with that—it wasn’t like his friend didn’t have a reason for thinking the way he did, but he wanted Honda to know he wasn’t giving an inch, either.



“Just for the record, I never forgot about her.”



The trip back up to Mai’s apartment was uneventful, and when they arrived Anzu and Yuugi were saying their goodbyes to Mai.



When the group of four friends turned to leave, Mai held Jounouchi back. They stared at each other for moment before Mai blurted, “Come see me tomorrow.” He could tell she had meant for it to sound like a command, but it came out more like a plea.



He swallowed and nodded.



The sun had set by the time the group managed to cram Yuugi, Jounouchi and Jounouchi’s bicycle into the back seat. The drive back was mostly silent.



Jou looked over and saw Yuugi fingering a small, brown package.



“Is that what Raphael asked Mai to give you?”



Yuugi nodded.



Anzu was half turned around in the passenger seat. “I wonder what it is.”



“Cards,” said Yuugi quietly.



For the first time that evening, Jounouchi noticed Yuugi was being unusually silent, even for him. “How do you know?”



Yuugi shrugged. “I don’t know, I just do.”



Jou was about to say more but caught Anzu’s eye and she shook her head. Yuugi had gotten that far-off look he had whenever he was remembering Atem.



After dropping Yuugi off and hauling three bags up six flights of stairs to Anzu’s apartment (the elevator had broken down earlier that day apparently), Honda rolled to a stop in front of Jounouchi’s building.



“I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” he said as he got out of the car.



Honda grinned and waved, driving off.



The apartment was trashed enough for Jou to know that his father had been home, but the tension which polluted the air around him was absent so Jounouchi knew he was not there.



It was only after taking off his jacket that he remembered the two pairs of underwear, one stolen, one given. When he pulled them out and held their sacredness in his hands, he remembered her words: “you can add them to your collection.”



Was it possible she knew about the pair he had stolen? He didn’t care, and he didn’t care about what Honda had said to him either—not right then. He had a problem he needed to take care of.



He hopped in the shower, and before he was even fully wet, his hand had found his swollen shaft. He closed his eyes, letting the water spray his face as he thought of the way she had felt clenching his finger, the sounds she’d made when she humped his hand. He had been so aroused for so long, it took him only a few minutes to come at the ministrations of his hand.



Honda’s advise was useless; Jounouchi knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back if he tried.