-blinks- wow, this is my fifth fic! Hehe…weird how I can't seem to snap out of the Dark x Daisuke pair…but in my mind they seem so cute together…man it must be sugar and lack of sleep that's talking…

Anyway, this idea's sat with me for a while and the muses gave me that extra push tonight to write so…

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Disco Club

Chapter 1:

Saturday Night

Lights. Color. Noise. The thundering of a steady beat. Crowds of flickers, swaying, thrumming bodies that bounced to the beat. The air was heavy with heat, want, and adrenaline.

This scene was home to the most devoted ravers and clubers. But one teen that frequented the place was the life of the disco club, the life line that drew in and held all the bouncers, the dancers, the outcasts and all the other odd ball attendees. And, to all, it would have been the last person anyone could have expected.

By day, he was a normal teen, a straight A student, the most polite and incredibly shy person that one could ever meet. But by night, he led the split life of the most entrancing raver and teaser that had no equal. It was truly a wonder that he had not lost his innocence for one so exotic looking. It was two things really that kept them all coming back, knowing he was that much harder to pin for a quick bang-he never drank anything alcoholic and he always refused to go anywhere alone.

Couple that unreachable aura with that pureness of an untouched body and the startlingly red hair with dizzyingly deep ruby eyes, and it was enough to drive anyone out of their mind. The kicker of it all was that this seductive tempter was only 15. Not that the fact had ever been broadcast, but had it ever been so, no one would believe it.

It was for this that girls and guys alike were falling over themselves for a shoot at being the tantalizing Adonis' one and only. But the boy was smart never to look for love in a disco club. For everyone that ever went were only there to have fun, get drunk, get laid then have a horrendous hang over the next morning. No one went to look for someone to be steady with, someone who was not there simply to satisfy carnal cravings but to be there to strengthen the other in everyday life…

It disgusted him sometimes. Then why was he here? He loved it. In some weird way, he loved how he could flirt, tease, make heads and hearts turn and have their hearts in the palm of his hands. He would never be cruel about his power, no, but he reveled in it and it was dangerous ambrosia, only meant for the godliest of the ungodly among them. He was nowhere near ungodly when it came to having ever lost his innocence but when it came to seductive charisma...

There was no equal.

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Saturday night. Just like every weekend night before it. But why was there something different about it? Maybe it was because he hadn't done so well on a test like he had hoped. Maybe he just didn't have as much sleep as he should have or it was something in the air…whatever it was, he felt only slightly off kilter. But for the sake of the rave, he could not would not be let on he was a bit off today. That could put him and all those looking for a good time at risk.

But Fate was out to steal his crown of tempter from him that night.

It was in the way some heads turned, how there was a small intake of breath amongst those near the door, the slight shift in the way people were dancing…something was changing tonight. And the red head could feel it as well. It put him on edge. He steadied his nerves by ordering a cooling draft of iced tea but even his favorite beverage couldn't dispel the feeling of dread.

He had no view of the door from where he was but more and more people were looking over in the general direction and the teen was annoyed, wondering who had caused a dent in his night life. There were whispers…

"Who is he…?"

"Those eyes…I've never seen anything like them…"

"Just as unusual as Akai's…"

The red head's insides began to boil slightly. Akai was the alias he went by and it suited him-he was the Red Prince.

"So piercing…there will be a commotion tonight…"

"He commands attention just as easily as Prince does…"

His reign will end tonight.

Who was the one who dared to snatch his crown?

"Nothing like him at all…"

"Unless you count our exotic Akai…"

That was a slightly better improvement. He could live with this rival if only the crowd would forget him after one night. He would not worry. This was his crowd, his realm, his kingdom where he ruled with his dastardly hands and fleeting glances behind ruby eyes. He was the one who made blood run red and high, made the temperature rise until it just got too hot to handle…

He knew how to keep his lovely, aroused subjects under his watch eye and careful thumb. He twitched his fingers-the bar tender caught the movement, and, like an obedient courtier tossed him another tea. Ruby eyes narrowed hawkishly waited, waited patiently, his own blood seeming to rise with the prospect of a true challenge…

And the crowd parted like the waves on a stormy rock-worn cliff.

And the Red Prince nearly dropped his glass.

Power. Easy strength. Command. No one, not even he could look away. So this was him? Akai shivered.

He just might loose his crown tonight.

Just might.

The crowd quieted slightly as the competitor stepped visibly within the Red Prince's line of sight. Black stylish bangs curled in long delicate threads and flowed elegantly around a flawless, perfectly sculpted chin, accenting a pointed nose that was just so, framing the most stunning shade of amethyst orbs that no normal person could possess.

Those eyes…long, almost feminine eyelashes curled briefly as he blinked then resumed their dainty waiting. And even blinking this male had managed to pull off an air of complete surety. Daisuke cursed under his breath, completely abandoning his tea.

And those clothes! Leather clung to him possessively wherever the eyes could reach. It squeezed his seemingly tightly spun abs, hugged around his thighs, followed the curve of his backside…molded completely and obediently, accenting his every move. Everything was perfectly executed-from the occasionally alluring glance here and there with almost half lidded eyes, the casual flick of one stray strand in his face…

Damn. He was exquisite, alluring, positively damning…and he knew it. Something the Red Prince had always would admire in a person is if they had charisma through the roof and knew how to wield it. But, most of the time to his glee, most would either be blind to it or welded it the wrong way-with devastatingly bad results.

So he had been so far undisputed, he had no need to worry…

But now…

Here was someone worth his steel…a true wonder that was just as cunning about his charisma and lure as he was.

But the night was his and would always be. As long as he had a say in anything.

But a very remarkable thing about charismatic individuals is that, irrevocably, they will be drawn to each other. The aura takes careful note and flare up when it recognizes a true competitor in their wake…like moths to a dangerous inferno they drift towards each other, gravitating towards a true Armageddon. And Amethyst eyes picked out through all those bodies, those countless eyes those that held the soul that burned as much as his.

And he smiled confidently, masterfully. This would be his night….

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Ahhhhh…gomenasai!! It's so short!! –wilts at chapter- however, I hope the description and it's structure dents that obvious disadvantage somewhat.

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