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Otaku Foreplay	By : Katiesroom Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 2795 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own neither Erika nor Walker nor the DRRR universe. I just twist things up and make them smexy. Oh, and I am making no money off of this. Just doing it for the good of the smex.

Chapter List
- 1-Otaku Foreplay
- 1
The knock was so loud, it seemed to rattle the whole door in its frame, Walker jumping up in shock and sending a pile of manga into disarray across the table he’d chosen to organize them over. Though more reading was getting done than actual organizing… The knock sounded again. No wait, not knock. Kick? Someone was trying to kick his door down! Like an American cop busting in to the scene of a crime. Not a crime though so much as a supernatural occurrence needing to be kept under wraps! Walker grew feverish with excitement at the mere thought of it. Aliens in his own apartment! Who would have-?

“Walker!” The kick started speaking, all thoughts of monsters and interspecies romance dissipating at once. “Open up!” There was still a chance the aliens were manipulating the sound of her voice, using it as a ploy to get him to surrender to their will. He opened the door.

Or it could just be Erika. His very real, very much not an alien Erika.

Walker sighed dramatically, dreams supposedly dashed against the wall like so much unwanted Inuyasha merchandise. In fact, he was so distraught by the completely normal turn of events that he didn’t even seem to notice when the black on black on black-clad otaku shoved past him to drop a rather large, rather overflowing box of something on the table. The manga seemed to squeal in protest.

“Alas,” Walker continued his theatrics, waiting for some sort of response, but Erika just stretched sore arms out and groaned with relief, paying little attention. “I thought you might have been a plot point in the as of it yet completely nonfiction story of my life.”

“Don’t worry,” Erik giggled, taking off her hat and throwing it onto the other pile of manga yet to be “organized.” “Next time I’ll make sure to bring a time paradox or something.” Walker smirked, closing the door and walking up next to her, finally finding the time to notice the item now taking over his living room.

“What’s in the box? A persocom?” He leaned over to try and look inside, but she stepped in front of him, blocking his view.

“Almost but not quite.” She put her hands on his chest to keep him back. “And what would you want Chi for when you have me, huh?”

Walker took a step back, laughing as he held up his hands in defense. “I wouldn’t! Of course, I wouldn’t.”

Erika narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before pulling back in very believable but still mock confusion. “You wouldn’t? I would. But I’d lean more towards a Night Tenjo experience.” Walker was gawking openly now. “Especially if you could order a function allowing for threesomes.” She stuck her tongue out at Walker, who shook his head defeat. “Now go get ready.”

“Ready for what?”

She leaned into him, reaching up on tip toes to kiss him lightly on the lips, a ghost of a touch and no more. “For what’s in the box,” she whispered seductively, close enough that her breath tickled his nose.

“Ah,” He chuckled, arms instinctively wrapping around the small of her back and pulling her in closer. “Right.” With always surprising fluidity, he spun her around and dipped her, holding one of her hands by his face, kissing the knuckles lightly. “The mysterious box.” Erika laughed openly now, scrambling out of his grip and pushing him towards his bedroom.

“Go, go!” She feigned impatience, though it was hard to believe underneath her mile-wide smile.

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Ten minutes later, and Walker was sitting cross legged on his bed, naked but for a pair of loose boxers, with a manga balanced on his knee just in case whatever crazy bedroom scheme Erika came up with this time took a while to prepare. No more than a minute or so later, however, he spotted a form lingering by the door to his room. He had to blink a few times to convince himself he wasn’t hallucinating, but eventually, the manga was slipping from his hand to the floor, replaced in his attention by the sight before him.

Blond hair falling effortlessly over practically bare shoulders, short black dress barely hanging onto a thin, beautifully curved form, black fishnets ripped in places to show off patches of creamy, pale skin, fingerless gloves creeping up to the curves of elbows with accentuating tightness, chains glittering against the black fabric. Dear god, he was staring at a breathtaking recreation of Misa Amane from Death Note.

It wasn’t until she looked away shyly that he realized he was staring, legitimately slack-jawed. He cleared his throat and tried unsuccessfully to convey the massive compliment bubbling around his chest, only managing to get out a breathless, “Wow.” Erika smiled, twirling around twice, pigtails bouncing adorably. He could have squeed with joy… if that wouldn’t have revoked all rights to his man card then and there. But he could have.

“I’ve been working on this one for a while.” Erika walked closer, Walker inching more and more towards the edge of the bed as though it could erase those extra feet between them that much quicker. When she was only a few inches away from him, she leaned forward, cleavage practically spilling out of the dress. “You like?”

“L-Love,” He croaked, laughing nervously as she walked between his legs and leaned over him, placing her hands on either side of his head once he was lying back more fully. “Why the sudden desire for… Well…” He reached a hand shaky with excitement up to her wig, running his fingers carefully through the synthetically soft strands. She shrugged, licking her lips.

“A little cosplay in any situation doesn’t hurt.” She said matter-of-factly before smiling. “Especially situations like this one.” She lowered her lips to his neck, a groan crawling up Walker’s throat. He let his fingers trail delicately along neck and shoulder, working a strap of her dress down to dangle against her upper arm.

He swallowed, feeling the effects of her gorgeously cosplayed form as she pressed herself into him, his stomach flipping at the sight, the feel of her lips making their way to his ear, teeth nibbling lightly at the sensitive lobe, heat spreading through him like wildfire. He was speaking before he could stop himself. A reflex. Just like his wondering mind. A dangerous combination when not reeled in… which he found harder to do the more she moved against him. “So,” he swallowed. “Does this make me Light Yagami?”

She pulled away, his heart skipping with the fear that he’d said something to ruin this moment. But instead, she simply grinned. “Why else would Misa Misa be here?” His eyes practically rolled back into his head, heart pounding against his rib cage. He had no idea what brought this on, but he was powerless against it. Especially when she leaned back in to lick teasingly at his mouth, Walker following as she pulled away, lips parted and waiting, tongue wetting his bottom lips involuntarily. Heavy lidded eyes caught the movement and Erika settled back into him, pressing her lips more completely against his, kissing him deeply, opening her mouth enough to let his clearly eager and desperate tongue dart into that space, dancing against hers, exploring that moist heat like it was something new, something to discover and taste and breathe in and make a part of him. Erika shivered under his touch, his kiss, his grip tightening against her waist, pulling her on top of him enough to start a rhythmic rolling of his hips, the kiss seemingly growing hotter with the feel of it.

But just as soon as the heat inside him began to spread, she was pulling away and off, black fabric tickling his bare legs as she crawled seductively off the bed, taking a breathless step back.

“What’s-?” Walker started, but Erika only held up a finger to silence him, grinning devilishly.

“Wait here,” She said, skipping back towards the door, leaving Walker dazed and confused, vision hazy with unfulfilled lust.

“Huh…?” He said, two seconds too late, falling back into the bed and staring at the ceiling. “Okay.”

Another ten minutes passed, the tent in his boxers slightly deflated by the time he heard her back at the door. Or, at least he thought he had, but when he went to sit up, she was flying towards him, knocking him back to the bed and straddling him in the same rather jostling motion. It took a second for his head to clear, but suddenly it all made sense.

Pink hair dangling just past her ears, a red leotard hugging her waist and breasts like it was painted on, a pair of red bunny ears to match… this time she was Haruko from FLCL. Sexy, yes. But also crazy. He couldn’t tell if that turned him on or not. He assumed it did considering the way his insides suddenly went molten as she began to rock her hips against him, kissing him messily, passionately, teeth clanking and tongues tangling roughly in a way that was both frightening and thrilling and so perfect. He worked a hand from her waist to her chest, massaging gently at first, then a little harder, slipping his hand beneath the tight, red fabric. She moaned against him, breaking the kiss to travel lower, slipping off the bed but staying between his legs this time, none too carefully ripping the boxers from his waist.

He lifted himself on his elbows to watch as Erika---Haruko? No, Erika…---wrapped a thin, pale hand around his arousal, his eyes fluttering at the simple but electrifying touch. Slowly, so slowly it was painful, she brought the head of his cock to her lips, kissing it softly before looking up at him with a smile that was borderline evil. His heart jumped, though he couldn’t quite tell if it was because the display was so damn hot… or because he was afraid she was about to bite his penis off. Again, she didn’t give him much time to decide, swallowing him whole and making the question irrelevant in comparison to the spine tingling sensation of being inside her mouth, feeling the sweet vibrations of her moaning around him.

He wanted to put his hand on the back of her head like he usually would but he didn’t know if he was allowed. Would it mess up the wig? Did she want him to? And those bunny ears were kind of getting in the way… But holy shit did she knew how to use her tongue, so it didn’t really matter much in the long run, Walker resigning his hands to her neck and arm for a moment before letting his head fall back and is fingers clutch at the bedspread instead.

Then, just like before, as quickly as that wonderful feeling had come, it was gone, only this time mere seconds before his release, his head swimming dizzily as he tried to look up, focus, figure out what she was doing this time. But she was already heading back towards the door.

“I have an even better idea,” she winked devilishly before disappearing back into the hall.

Walker groaned, letting his head hit the bed with a thunk. He rubbed his eyes for a moment, ran a hand over his face, and then sat up. This was hot, right? He knew it was and definitely appreciated the effort Erika’d clearly put in to all of this, but something wasn’t right. The quick changes didn’t bother him too much, really, despite the frustrating bouts in between, but something… Something just wasn’t clicking for him like it normally would have. He loved Haruko and Misa as much as the next guy, but… it just wasn’t enough.

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Erika stifled through the box’s many items, a wig or two dropping to the floor in the process, until she found what she was looking for. This time she’d mix it up and try a little more “Sexy Librarian.” Like Yomoko Readman from Read or Die! She slipped the glasses onto her nose and ran her fingers through her hair to straighten it out, stepping out of the red leotard once it was. Suddenly, a hand was on her shoulder, her body leaning into it out of reflex.

“Trying to sneak a peek at cosplay number three?” Erika turned around and winked, but Walker only shook his head, smirking.

“I was actually hoping to pick it out.”

Erika blinked. “Oh, okay. There’s still a few left in the box, so-”

“Not from the box,” he cut her off, stepping in closer. She raised an eyebrow at him.

“What? Do you have a hidden stash of women’s cosplay in her closet somewhere that I don’t know about?”

Walker chuckled softly, shaking his head again, slower this time, the motion almost seductive. And just as slowly, the movement gentle, he reached forward and lifted the glasses away from her eyes, putting them on the table before taking a step back. “There,” he said, eyeing her up and down with obvious admiration. “This one’s perfect.”

Brow furrowing in part confusion, part disappointment, Erika mumbled, “But I’m not even in-”

“Exactly,” Walker smiled, pulling her into him and kissing her full on the mouth, biting at her bottom lip before breaking away. “I have everything I could ever want in a girl right here.”

Erika blushed, opening her mouth to reply, but this time Walker wasn’t giving her the option, kissing the words away as he led her back to the bedroom.

As soon as they were within reach of the bed, Walker threw her onto the mattress, Erika laughing at the sudden change in attitude as Walker crawled on top of her, kissing his way first up to her lips and then back down. She groaned low in her throat once he got to her breasts, a hand massaging one while his teeth, tongue, and lips attacked the nipple of another. She arched her back into it, running her fingers through sand colored strands already damp at the scalp. Her heart flipped as he moved against her, going lower, trailing kisses down to her belly button before settling himself between her spread legs, kissing each inner thigh, looking up at her as he did so. She bit her lip, watching with lust clouded eyes as he licked a line up her slit, her whole body shivering at the feel, her head lolling back as he continued, tongue working sensation into her body through her need that made her whole body feel electrified, on fire.

His tongue seemed to delve deep into her core, her legs quivering and chest tightening at the promise of release, a release that seemed to rip through her almost unexpectedly the moment Walker brought a finger up to her clit, working it in lazy but effective circle. She saw stars, she thought, her fingers tightening in his hair as she held him there through her orgasm, barely recognizing when her hands fell back to her sides, and even less so when Walker lifted her knees over his shoulders and positioned himself at her entrance. She looked up just in time to see his eyes roll back and feel the brilliant fullness of having him buried to the hilt inside her.

He waited for a moment or two, allowing her to adjust, allowing the fire of his own need to cool enough for him to move slowly. As much as he wanted to pound into her, make her cry out his name, he could never, would never hurt her. So he started off a careful rhythm, moving slightly, bringing her back to desire, waiting for her cue, for her to ask for more, beg for harder, plead for him to move, let him know it’s okay to take her; beautiful, crazy, adorable, passionate and in every manner his other half lying like a dream beneath him.

It didn’t take long for her to start arching up into his movements, locking her ankles behind his neck to pull him deeper, whispering things like, “Gods, please,” and “Right there, right there,” the words faint and mumbled at first but getting louder. Eventually, Walker couldn’t hold back either, gripping her hips in the way he knew she liked, where bruises would form, but only light ones, and picking up speed enough to rock the bed slightly, Erika’s words replaced by a steady moan broken up by the mutual bucking of their hips. Soon, he was pounding into her, toeing the line of ecstasy, about to tumble over the edge, but not without her, never without her. So he snaked a hand in between them and, never breaking the flow of their bodies, he began to stroke her clit once again, Erika trembling harshly, tightening around him with her own kind of rhythm until he almost couldn’t breathe anymore.

Then Erika froze, impossible tightness becoming more so as she came, the words, “Wa-AHhh!! F-Fucking-ngh… Gods, Walker…” leaving her at a half yell and then a slow drawl. The sound of her cry, the tightness of her release, all of it wrenched him over the edge, Walker burying himself in her as deeply as he could, jerking against her once, twice more before he was blinded by the intensity of his own climax.

It took everything he had not to collapse on top of her, but a moment later, his heart still beating in his throat, he was propped up next to her, both of them breathless and glowing in the aftermath. It was quiet and comfortable, and Walker could have fallen asleep right then and there if Erika hadn’t whispered his name, so softly he wasn’t sure he’d even heard it until she turned towards him. He opened his eyes, not really aware of having closed them in the first place, and smiled at her, offering a lazy, “Mhmm?”

He couldn’t tell if she was blushing or just warm, but she looked away for a moment, mumbling, “Was the cosplay a stupid idea?” Walker had to laugh at that.

“No,” He said at last. “I liked it.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her softly on the lips. “I just like Erika more.” She smiled at that.

“So maybe… in the future?” She grinned.

He laughed again. “Oh most definitely.”

Her smile grew devious as she reached under the bed and pulled out a familiar red hat, placing it on Walker’s head. “Good! Because I’ve been working on an Alucard cosplay for you for ages and-”

He listened to the rest of it with no more than an occasional nod and a smile, wondering what he’d just gotten himself into, and realizing with a pleasant shock that he actually couldn’t wait to find out.
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