195Title: wicked games
Genres: drama, drama, drama.
Main Pairings: claire/derrick, massie/derrick
Side Pairings: hints of massie/kemp. implied derrick/everyone lol
Additional Warnings: life-ruining rich kids with nothing better to do but ruin people's lives. detailed and graphic sexy times [as in; doing the do in full, fondue for two, or as nalanda would say that frick frack paddy whack tic tack].
Overall Rating: rated M for mature!
Author's Note: UPDATED RATING AND WARNINGS. this is dirty stuff, you guys. you have been warned. all derrick in this one. claire's coming up. sorry it's slow-going. i need to get the plot rolling.
bring the drugs, baby; i could bring my pain
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derrick;
Derrick woke up groggy. Snatching his phone from his bedside table and checking the time, he let out a groan. Noon. Jesus Christ, it felt earlier. Must have been the amount of scotch he consumed last night. Combined with jet lag, it must have hit harder than he thought.
Rolling off his bed, he snatched a t-shirt off the floor and started his day.
Stomping down the stairs, Derrick heard Massie's bored tone drifting from the kitchen. There was a lot of mmhmming and humming going on so it can't be any of her friends. Parental units, most likely. Just perfect. He stood at the hallway entrance, debating entering and getting roped in on the reprimands, but his headache won out. He needed sustenance.
He entered the kitchen.
Massie met his eyes and he grinned at her, snatching an apple from the bowl on the fresh granite countertop. He could hear Kendra prattling on about some new necklace through Massie's phone as they stared at each other from across the kitchen.
Then, with her mom still on the line Jesus fucking Christ, she leaned back in her chair and smirked at him, revealing herself to be wearing those thin little chiffon lace things girls like to wear to bed. And absolutely no bra.
Fuck, she was trying to play him. He had to step up his game.
So he leaned back against the cold countertop and smiled slowly at her. "Tell mommy I say hi."
Massie almost lost her grip on her phone in her shock. "What the hell, Derrick!" she practically screeched. "Don't fucking call her that."
"Massie, dear?" They could both still hear Kendra's voice through the line. "Are you still there?"
"Yes, mother," Massie replied obediently. She sat up straight and yanked the strap of her slip from where it had trailed off her shoulder up roughly. Derrick laughed and finished his apple. "But I have to go. Derrick's here."
"Oh! Did he just arrive home?" Kendra asked, but Massie was already ending her call.
It seemed her patience had run thin. He refrained from grinning wider.
"Jesus," Massie glared at him, dropping her phone back roughly on their breakfast table. "You're twisted."
Derrick sauntered over and slid in next to her. Grabbing her unfinished plate of yogurt, he took a bite and almost gagged. He didn't know why he bothered trying. Everything Massie ate was fat-free, sugar-free, and most notably, taste-free. It was fucking gross and the absolute worst thing about their home invasion and move in because that was all that was ever stocked in the house now. Christ, he knew it was better than bulimia, but Derrick needed real food. He couldn't be expected to live on this shit too.
He slid it back to her and grinned devilishly. "I prefer the term wicked."
Massie hummed, but didn't contradict him. In actuality, Massie couldn't look at him when he grinned like that and keep her legs closed at the same time, so she didn't bother with a response. From this proximity, Derrick could see her nipples through her silk chemise. Massie leant back and brushed her long silky hair over her shoulder and ran her fingers through it, sending the scent of her strawberry shampoo to the air and stirring his cock in his pants. Jesus Christ, everything about her turned him on.
It was a lie because he was twisted; he was fucked up for wanting her like he did. Derrick had been into Massie since before they were stepsiblings. They'd been stepping around each other since their breakup back in middle school, the plight of hanging around the same crowds in Westchester. There were only so many cliques at Westchester Prep and Derrick's and Massie's were intimately connected.
His attraction to her should have ended the moment their parents started making out while sharing breakfast on the very table they were currently sitting at, except it didn't.
If anything, the fact that they were related and he would never be able to touch her now drove him wild.
Massie Block was the only girl in the world he wanted that he would never be able to fuck.
And then, the games started.
Derrick made his staring obvious. Massie did nothing to stop him. Derrick hinted at sex. Massie gave him that secret smile of hers. Derrick shed his shirts when practicing soccer. Massie did her Pilates in the next room while he tried to watch TV when they had a separate studio gym. Derrick brought girls home to try to relieve his tension. Massie paraded around the house in those silk chemises to fuck with them.
Massie called him messed up, but she played right along. The fact that their parents were always fighting and then making up by taking extended vacations and reunion honeymoons, leaving the house just to themselves only amped it up. It got to the point where Derrick had to bring up their relation for Massie to even falter. But she never stopped. And that, that was what turned him on the most. That prim and proper Massie Block was so dirty, as fucked up as he was. Who would have thought? She got off on it as much as he did and that fact that no one in the world knew about her like that except for him… it fucking ate at him that he would never get a taste. It fucked him up.
"What?" Derrick said when he finally tuned back in to the real world.
Massie sneered at him. "You weren't listening?"
"Was it important?" he asked, just to mess with her. He stood and made his way to the fridge to make himself a sandwich. He was done playing, thinking about it all had pissed him off, and he had soccer tryouts for the new school year to supervise.
"Yes," Massie emphasized, tossing her yogurt into the trash. She stretched over the counter to turn on the tap to rinse her spoon and her chemise rode up on her thighs. Derrick couldn't help it. He peeked. He turned away before Massie caught him, busying himself with his sandwich. Massie leaned against the counter next to him.
The smile on her face didn't bode well for him.
"I've found your new conquest for the school year."
"Oh yeah?" Derrick asked, with a raised brow. "Who?"
"Her name is Claire Lyons."
Derrick looked up from his sandwich. "The new girl?" He put down his knife. He'd heard enough from Kemp, who was trying to tap that, to know that she was some kind of Virgin Mary. "What makes you think I'd want her?"
Massie smirked at him, tilting her head and leaning in close. "Oh come on, Derrick. This Claire Lyons girl is celibate. To have her under your belt, you'd be a legend."
Why was Massie trying to talk him into this? She must really want him to sleep with this chick. So Derrick turned to face her and raised his sandwich to his mouth. He took a bite and said smarmily, "Too much work."
It was true though. Derrick preferred his girls easy and more importantly, willing. Massie scowled at him, but she was relentless. That's was one of the things he had always liked about her. Massie had never been afraid to go after what she wanted. And he could tell that she really wanted this. He was testing her to see how far she'd go. She snatched his sandwich from him and placed it on the counter, letting him know the conversation was serious. He bit down on his grin.
"Think about it though. Doesn't it interest you, even a little bit? Possessing her, stealing her innocence? To be the first to show her your world? Of desire, of pleasure, of a new type of heaven," she stepped closer and lowered her voice, "Doesn't that thought turn you on, just a little bit? To know that the thought of falling into bed with you will terrify her, all without stopping her fall. To know that she holds complete faith in virtue, but sacrifices it to you."
Massie smoothed down the lapel of his blazer and then smiled up at him. "Tell me that doesn't turn you on."
Jesus fuck him, but it did. Massie was hypnotizing and when she spoke like that, how could he not be turned on? She was right though; the thought of getting this Claire Lyons into bed was looking hotter and hotter. He froze. Fuck, he was being manipulated. So, making sure his face didn't give anything away, he stepped back from her.
"Not really," he said, nonchalantly. He smirked at the smile that dropped off her face. "Trying to fuck her would be like fucking Jesus in the face, no thanks."
"Oh, like you're not already going to hell," Massie snapped. She crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at him.
He grinned at her response and relaxed back against the kitchen counter. He didn't pick up his sandwich again though; he knew Massie wasn't giving up yet.
He knew he was right by the twinkle that formed in her eyes. "Bet you can't do it."
Derrick raised his brow. He knew that Massie knew he and his friends liked to make bets, the stakes were always messed up and embarrassing, but he never thought Massie would be interested. "You're saying you want to play?"
Massie licked her lips, leaning her hip against the countertop too and cocking an innocent brow. "I never said that. I was just reconsidering. I don't think you can do it. I mean, Claire would have been corrupted eventually. This is Westchester. I just don't know what made me think you could be the first. Alicia told me all the guys are already into her."
Derrick narrowed his eyes at her underhand tactics. "Trust me, if I wanted to, I could do it."
Massie didn't respond, only continued to look at him with that faux-innocent face and repeated, "Bet you can't."
He cocked a brow at her to show her what he thought about that. They stared at each other, until Massie broke the silence with another triumphant grin. "Okay, but if I'm right and you can't… I win ...and I get your Ferrari."
He blinked. "My car?" he laughed. "What makes you think I'd agree to that?"
His car was his one true love, his baby, his everything. He was surprised Massie even put it on the table. It wasn't like she even needed a car; she had a personal driver and him to cart her wherever she needed to go. She had to know there was no way he would ever go for that.
Massie pulled herself up onto countertop and sat down. She leaned on one hand, her hair falling over, and looked at him with a pretty pout. "I thought you were sure you could do it."
"Oh, I am," Derrick assured her. "…So if I win?"
And Massie smiled that secret smile of hers, reserved just for him, and he knew. "If you win, if you fuck her and provide proof… I'll fuck you."
Derrick froze, his mind whirling at what Massie was offering, unsure if he had heard right, unsure if it was all some twisted fantasy he had concocted. But no, it wasn't because she was completely serious. Massie was offering herself in exchange.
Stepping between her legs and placing his hands on her hips, he stared into her amber eyes and gave her a slow smirk. "You're on."
Massie's grin was wicked as she causally draped her arms over his shoulders. The smell of strawberries and Chanel and Massie surrounded him. The position was borderline intimate and over the top inappropriate. He couldn't wait to have her in his bed, to have her writhing under him, to have her screaming his name. He already knew she was good from Kemp who never knew when to shut the fuck up. She leaned towards his ear and breathed. "Happy hunting, Harrington."
He'd give it a month tops. By then, he'd have bedded this Claire chick, be branded a fucking legend, and have Massie completely out of his system. The forbidden factor was what drove him off the wall. After this, he'd be gone of her forever. It was a win-win-win all around for him.
Let the games begin.
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A/N: sometimes i wonder if my derrick POV is too excessive. it's my first time writing any guy POV by myself, but my boyfriend assures me that guys most definitely notice if and when you're not wearing a bra, so i left it all in. LOL
so, i got a like, 20 guest reviews, but i don't know if i can count them as votes because how do i know it's not the same person? ;3 i want to go by popular opinion. but then again, i wouldn't be able to tell anyways because it's all guest reviews, right? so i don't know what to do.
but i think some of you guys will change your answers after this chapter and after seeing where this plotline is going, haha. ;3 either way there'll be a dose of both pairings, because the plot.
do you guys still stand by massington? even after this?
thanks for reading! naughty stuff, yeah? kisses!