All I Want

All I Want

Pairing: Thiefshipping

Rating: T

Warnings: shota

Disclaimer: I am a disclaimer and it's my duty to tell you: Todesan does not own. Though I'm pretty sure you already know that.

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School is boring. Teachers drone on about some topic you couldn't care less about and expect you to know exactly what they said the next lesson. And even more. That fact means that you have to study at home instead of going out with friends. Doing fun stuff.

And then there's homework. There is nothing more boring than home exercises. I'm quite sure it's something that's been invented by the devil himself.

I really hate school. There is no interesting lessons. Except one: Psychology.

Not that I'm particularly interested in the human psyche. It's the teacher I like. Love. He not only has that wonderfully amusing way of bringing across his subject and thinks of homework as useless, but also looks totally handsome.

I love watching him. Listen to his voice. Be as close as possible to him.

I know it's wrong. I know my feelings aren't mutual. It would make him a pedophile. A 'pervert'. It's forbidden in more than one way. I'm his 16 year old student and he's my 25 year old teacher after all!

I don't particularly care about law, but I don't want to cause him trouble. I would never forgive myself.

The bell rings and he comes into the classroom. Touzokuou-sensei. The only albino I know. The only person I could ever love.

He begins to talk about psychosis. My gaze is glued to his lips. The way they move. Their pale pink colour. Their elegant curve. His voice engulfs me, causing my heart to speed up. My breathing to shorten and my face to blush slightly.

In times like these I'm glad that my skin is a dark bronze tone and not marble white like his.

I wish to reach out and touch the white spikes of his unruly hair that reaches the middle of his back and seems to defy gravity. Is it really as soft as it looks?

But the most stunning feature of his are his eyes. White long lashes frame blood red orbs. I know that's normal for albinos, but I can't help but think of his eyes as the most beautiful in the world.

Suddenly he looks at me, never ceasing his speech. Our gazes lock for a short moment before he turns away. There was something in those rubies I can't quite place.

It doesn't take long until the lesson ends and my fellow students leave the classroom. Fast. It's the last lesson for today after all.

I sadly get up and turn to leave when all of a sudden Touzokuou-sensei calls me back.

"Ishtar-kun", he starts, "I want to talk to you about your grades."

My grades? But this is the only subject in which I actually have decent grades!

I raise my right eyebrow to signal my confusion. His lips curve up into a sexy grin and his eyes glint evilly. He makes his way over to the door and closes it. Locks it!

"Actually that's a lie. I don't want to talk about your grades. I don't want to talk about school at all, Marik."

An involuntary shiver runs down my spine at his usage of my name. My given name. It's something I haven't heard from anyone besides my family in ages. Especially not my love interest.

His hand reaches out to push a stray bang of my blonde hair out of my face and behind my ear.

"T-Touzokuou-sensi! Wh-what…?" I stutter, thoroughly confused.

He puts his finger on my lips, silencing me, and smiles.

"Call me Bakura. I watched you Marik. Saw the way you look at me. You do realize that I'm not allowed to return your feelings."

My heart feels like it bursts into a thousand tiny pieces. I already knew that it is hopeless, but hearing it from him is too much for me to take.

I nod weakly, my gaze falling to the floor as my eyes tear up. I start shaking, sobbing, all our crying. Something I vowed to never do in front of anyone but myself.

Suddenly pale arms wrap around me, pressing me into that desired chest. I smell herbs and vanilla. His scent so wonderful, so addicting. I can't help but breathe in deeply.

I immediately feel better. My hands that involuntarily hugged him back tightening their grip.

"But I don't give a damn about laws. I take what I want and  don't care if I'm allowed to do so." He suddenly whispers close to my ear.

My eyes widen, heartbeat speeding up, excitement causing my breathing to quicken.

And suddenly I feel his lips on my neck, just above my golden choker, biting, sucking, kissing. I shudder at his ministrations, hands fisting the fabric covering his back. I breathless moan escapes my lips, a dark blush heating my cheeks.

His chuckle sends vibrations through my body, shocks of electricity shooting up and down my spine.

Without warning his attention leaves my neck and he pushes me away, bringing distance between us. But just as I try to protest his mouth covers mine, silencing before I even started to talk.

It feels so much better than I ever imagined it to. Warm. Soft. Tender. Hands stroking up and down my sides.

His mouth opens, tongue sneaking out to prod at my lips, willing them to open. I gladly comply and let him in, his wet muscle massaging, exploring, caressing every part of my hot cavern. Mapping out every crevice. I willingly participate in the slow sensual dance of tongues.

Much too soon we have to break apart for air. I am proud when I see the flushed state he is in, thought I'm sure I don't look much better. But I couldn't care less about how I look. This is a dream come true and nothing can taint this moment.

When his breathing evens out he looks me in the eyes. Deeply. Passionately. His lips curve up into his trademark grin, his hand cupping my cheek, thumb softly stroking it.

"And all I want is you." He breathes, making me the happiest person in the entire world.

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