Follow the Leader
By Amai
Disclaimer- Digimon and all its characters
are not copyright me, but copyright Toei Animation/Bandai (there probably are
others, but I can't remember offhand). I wish they were, but sadly, not all
wishes come true. The only thing that's copyright me is this fanfic, so no
stealing, kiddies.
Author's
Notes- Okay…I'm
officially a weirdo. And I really need to work on my other stories…*le sigh*
But I –had- to write something, and this just popped into my head! I think
it's…cute…in my own little way. ^^;
"Uhm…Daisuke, don't you think
this is…well, a bit too-mmmph!" Daisuke roughly kissing him, and pushing his
body onto the wall with the same amount of roughness his kiss held, cut Takeru
off. It wasn't that Takeru didn't mind but, they usually tended to run
into trouble when Daisuke was feeling a bit 'wild'.
"C'mon, you know you don't wanna
object, Takeru…"
"Yeah, but!"
"But what?" Daisuke slid a hand
down Takeru's shirt, making the taller boy wobble with the feeling of his hands
caressing that area. Damn, Daisuke knows how to play me like a violin…screw
it, then. Takeru's mouth suddenly
formed into an evil grin, one that made Daisuke's recent one pale in
comparison. "Fine. But, this time, I get to be in charge."
"Says who?"
In a matter of seconds, Takeru
had Daisuke pinned to the ground. "Says me. I do believe I was the one who
taught you all your 'tricks', eh, my dear Daisuke?"
"Hey! No fair!" Daisuke scowled,
trying to catch his boyfriend at his own game by tossing him over. Takeru
caught this, however, and his hold on Daisuke became iron. "Ah, ah!" He began
to kiss along Daisuke's chin, enjoying how the smaller boy began to weaken a
bit in his objections.
"Why…" Daisuke was becoming
breathless, "…why do you have to be so damn good at this?"
Takeru grinned, but didn't
speak, continuing his activities. He failed to notice a small grin acquire on
Daisuke's face, as his hold on the ground became harder…
…and he promptly flipped Takeru
over, pinning him down just like he had been before. "And you were saying?"
These activities continued for
about an hour, with either Daisuke flipping Takeru over, or Takeru flipping
Daisuke over. Either way, they were both enjoying it the whole way down. Soon,
it got to the point where both of them could have cared less who was in
control. But, what was point wasn't it? They were in control of their selves.
The two were busily kissing each
other, while tangoing on the rusty carpet when a distinct 'click' was heard.
The activities ceased, the two looking up. They paled.
Hikari.
The girl giggled, waving her
digital cameral. "Blackmail! I'm sure the others would love to see
this!"
"H-HIKARI!" Both boys said in
unison, still intertwined on each other, staring at her in shock.
"See you later, boys!" She
giggled again, walking away, "And next time, lock the door."
"Wait! Hikari-chan!" Daisuke
frantically began to run after the girl, only to trip over his own pants, which
were unusually down to his knees.
….or maybe those were Takeru's..
The two sat in silence for a
minute, just staring at the door. Takeru finally spoke up. "You know, this is
entirely your fault."
"Mine?! What do you mean about
that? I was just doing what you, Mr. Dominator, wanted to do!"
"But you started it!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
Unbeknownst to them, Hikari hid
out besides the door, chuckling to herself as she carefully placed her camera
into her jacket pocket.
"It must be love."
