The
one for you
The boy
laughed for pure joy as he ran inside his home and closed the door behind him.
He leaned up against it and, closing his warm brown eyes, he took a deep breath.
Whipping his head backward, he giggled, still out of breath after the long run.
He was
happy.
Utterly,
unbelievably happy.
Biting
is bottom lips in an almost futile attempt to stop the huge grin which played
over his lips, he darted forward, carelessly getting his wet clothes off.
Literally bouncing all the way toward his room, the cinnamon haired jumped
inside it, and without even turning the light on, made his way to his closet.
Nearly singing when he changed into a oversized sky-blue pajamas, the tanned
skinned boy hurried back to the living room, where the comfortable couch was
waiting for him.
Still
unable to erase the foolish grin that spread across his face, the boy closed his
eyes and breathed deeply, inhaling the sweet scent of lavender soap that longed
on the soft cloth he wore. Drunk with happiness, he leaned forward, placing both
his elbows on the window-sill and stared out the window, sighing like the wind.
'Ehy,
World!' his sparkling eyes and his sweet sighs seemed to scream. 'I'm
Daisuke Motomiya and I'm happy!!!!!'
And
surely he was.
He had
the sweetest boyfriend in the whole universe, and they just managed to spent a
whole afternoon together after a whole week of sugar-filled phone convos and
brief walks to school and back. Yes. He, Motomiya Daisuke, a *boy*, was in love
with another boy, who loved him back with equal passion and sweetness. It never
crossed his mind that being in love with someone of his same gender could be
wrong. It was too wonderful to be wrong.
Daisuke
chuckled softly, not even ashamed anymore of how he resembled a love-stuck girl
when he acted like that. He placed his chin on the window-still as well, his
fingers tracing little circles on the wooden surface a few inches away from his
lips.
Warm and
deep chocolate brown eyes flickered up, and when he saw the sunbeams dancing
playfully between the still livid clouds, he raised his head, ready to change in
a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to rush to Takeru's house and spend the evening
together. His parents weren't at home and Jun was at one of Yamato's
concert, ready to stay up the whole night and yelling his beloved name. So, he
was free to go wherever he wanted.
Daisuke
chuckled again, wondering *when* exactly his sister would understand Yamato
wasn't interested in her. And, seeing the strange glances he and the first
leader of the digidestined exchanged, Daisuke wasn't sure the blonde singer
was interested in girls at all.
Thoughtlessly
staring out the window through an half-lidded gaze once again, Daisuke froze,
all his cheerfulness and joy melted away as snow under the hot sunrays of the
newborn spring. He swallowed, and jerked forward, pressing both his palms and
his face against the cold glass. Running one hand over the window he wiped away
the fog, blinking repeatedly in hope to be hallucinating.
As his
fingers cleaned the glass, all his hopes to be wrong were banished hastily from
his mind, and he met with the sight of a completely drenched Ichijouji Ken,
looking as he has been crying for hours. He had his back against the wall of the
house in front of Daisuke's, hands in his pockets, and drenched purple
tendrils were shielding his face form view, as a some sort of soft curtain.
With a
yelp and a pair of wide eyes, Daisuke jerked up to his feet and rushed
downstairs, toward the building's front door. There he stopped, opened the
rustled door quiet softly, and went out into the street. He approached the other
boy as quietly as possible, his quiet sobs shocking him to the very core of his
being, tearing his heart apart and banishing every precedent thought of
happiness and joy away. He reached a hand up tentatively, but as soon as his
fingertips brushed the other boy's shoulder he flinched and, frightened, tried
to run away.
"KEN!"
Daisuke shouted as he grabbed his friend's arm in an iron grip.
The
purple haired boy stopped, frozen in mid-track, and tensed up.
"…Ken?"
Daisuke tried again, this time softly brining the slightly taller boy closer.
"What are you doing here, Ken?"
The boy
shrugged. "Enjoying the rain."
Daisuke
frowned slightly and danced around in front of Ken, bringing their bodies even
closer to each other.
"No
kidding, Ken. What happened?" The purple haired boy bent his head downward so
that his hair kept shielding his face from Daisuke. "Ken, why are you crying?"
Ken shook energetically his head at this, sending little, shining drops of water
to dance around him.
"…'m
not…"
Daisuke
sighed, shacking resignedly his head and then tightened his grip on Ken's arm
dragging him along toward his home.
"…Dai?"
"…you're
coming with me." He cut the other off, his tone firm, yet gentle and concerned.
Ken didn't objected at this, but gave an hesitant nod, even though Daisuke
couldn't actually see it.
They two
walked slowly, wonderingly, as they marched up the street to Daisuke's house;
so slowly that a trip which could easily took them few seconds, took them dozen
of minutes. By his apartment's door Daisuke stopped, and turned to take a
searching look at Ken's face as he spoke.
"…Ken-chan…"
he breathed, and then his mouth moved a little, but no sound come out. "Never
mind." He added as he shook his head, turning back around and pushing open the
door. Ken sighed and obediently followed the other boy inside, surveying
Daisuke's apartment as he stepped further inside the house and into Daisuke's
room. Chewing his bottom lip in shame, Ken felt himself being lowered down to
sit in a chair. Then, he faintly heard quick steps behind him moving farter and
then closer again, but he bothered to look up only when the dry towels laid on
his water-dripping head.
"You'll
catch a cold if you won't dry yourself." Daisuke shrugged matter-of-factly
as he sat on his bed. Ken nodded slightly and silently began to dry his hair,
his eyes cast downward.
"…Ken?"
Daisuke asked, his fingers swimming through the dripping curtain of purple silk
and brushing against a soft cheek and through a high forehead. "Are you sure
you fell all right? You look pale…" his voice dropped to a whisper, his eyes
narrowing in concern. "And you feel kinda cold, too…"
"…I'm
all right…" he whispered back, moving his face out from the other boy's
reach. Daisuke frowned slightly, but dropped his hand down.
"…Ken?"
"Hm?"
"What
happened?"
Ken
smiled softly, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips, which still shone wet with
raindrops. "You're not gonna drop this down, are you?"
"Nope."
The slight younger boy replied, shacking slowly his head. "Crest of Friendship,
remember?" he added, pointing sort of proudly his chest. Ken's smile
sweetened, and shining purple eyes flickered up to lock on in a pair of warm
brown ones.
"How
could I forget?" he breathed, chocking back his bitter tears. "What the hell
is wrong with me…?" he asked, more to himself than to Daisuke. The tan
skinned boy jumped slightly, blinking quickly his now wide eyes.
"What?"
Ken shook his head, but kept on talking to himself, as is Daisuke wasn't there
with him.
"why
do I have to *need* the only thing I can *never* have, to live? Why do I have to
be like this…?" he sniffled, and pulled the sleeve of his sweater over his
hand and hastily wiped his eyes. Battling to keep his tear from falling and
failing miserably, the purple haired boy hid his face with the back of his hand,
his teeth gripping tightly to the soft cloth of the sweater.
Daisuke
shifted uncomfortably in his seat, tapping the tip of one feet softly on the
floor, as he noticed the way Ken's shoulders moved up and down which each sob
he let out. Slowly winning his battle against his tears, Ken managed to subdue
his sobs, and soon he dropped his hand down, staring blank at the floor. That,
until Daisuke jerked up to his feet and began tearing off his shirt.
"Daisuke??"
Ken half yelled, half cried; his already flushed cheeks turning beetroot-red.
"You're
so wet you'll probably end up sick, and since I don't want you to, I'm
going to make sure you'll change into dry clothes." Daisuke informed him,
finally sliding Ken's sweater off. "Now." He added as he pointed to his
closet. "You know were my clothes are, right? So change into something that
fit you. I'll wait for you in the living room." He said as he quickly walked
off his room, noiselessly shutting the door behind him.
It
didn't take it a lot for the door to slowly peer open and let a now much drier
Ken slip into the living room. The purple haired boy surveyed the large room,
the high ceiling, the white walls, the old bookshelves, the carpet…and then
his eyes fell on the soft and inviting couch were Daisuke was. As soon as their
eyes met, the slightly younger boy patted the seat next to his, silently asking
to the other boy to join him. And the other complied, nodding slightly his head.
"…so…"
Daisuke cleared his throat, looking carelessly at his feet. Ken tensed up,
preparing for the blow he *knew* he was going to get. "What were you doing
there, in the middle of the storm?" his eyes moved up, locking in Ken's and
literally paralyzing him. "And I want the truth."
"Truth?"
Ken shrugged, leaning against the back of the couch. "What truth? What do you
want to hear? That I was still mourning over Wormmon and Osamu's loss? That I
was still drowning in the guilt I feel for being the Kaiser?"
Daisuke
blinked, mouth hang open in shock and hands slowly balling around his shirt's
cloth. Ken shook his head then, his dark hair swirling around his pale face as a
flew of night birds. "Well sorry, but I wasn't."
Daisuke
blinked again, taken aback, his finger releasing immediately his shirt.
"…what?"
the
other boy shifted, wrapping his arms around his upper body, as to shield himself
for the coldness he shouldn't be feeling. "I was mourning something still
deliciously alive, Dai…something that shine untarnished, alive and strong. So
alive it scares me sometimes."
"Ken,
what…?"
Ken boy
shook his head again, willingly to open up his heart to the other boy.
"Daisuke…?" The name left his lips as light as if it was almost a mere
breath. "Have you ever hoped for something you *know* you can never have? For
something that, not only you don't deserve, but that is already someone
else's? Have you ever felt like you'd do anything to have it, but no matter
what you do, it never seems to become reachable?" Ken paused, studying the wet
strands of purple that danced in front of his eyes. "…I'll never have the
one I love…"
"Love??"
Daisuke shuttered, looking around searchingly. What *did* Ken mean? *Who* was he
talking about?!
"I'm
empty, Daisuke. I'm worthless. I'm alone and unneeded. I'm…" Ken
chuckled softly, biting his bottom lip, his eyes shining again with tears.
"…me." He whispered the last word softly, quietly, but with an hidden
anger and disgust that almost made Daisuke feel sick.
"I've
just understand I'll never have what I long for. Never. And I feel like I'm
a monster Dai…" Daisuke swallowed, fascinated by the quivering silver
crystal that rolled down Ken's cheek and splashed on his knee. "…cause
even if he's happy, I still want to be with him, hold him, kiss him, take him…I
can't give him up!! It doesn't matter to me if he's already happy…"
Ken looked sideways at Daisuke then, his eyes dark and deep. "I want to be the
one to give him that happiness. No matter if this would mean crush his love's
happiness under my feet. I still want it…want him." Ken sighed, unable to
hold Daisuke's gaze and looked down, now crying freely. "I'm such a
monster…and I've never realized it before…"
Ken's
rubbed his hands quickly over his arms, then he stopped them, clenching himself
so hard it seems he was trying to punish himself by hurting. But before
something irreparable could happen, a pair of stronger –and warmer– arms
were around him, and Ken was rocked back and fort with gentleness and caring.
"Shhh…"
Daisuke whispered in his ear, one of his hands sliding up his back to tangle in
his hair. "It's all right, Ken…don't cry…"
"I'm
a monster…" Ken sniffled against Daisuke's chest, his hands dropping from
his arms to lay on Daisuke's chest.
"No,
you're not…"
Ken
closed his eyes, allowing himself to get lost in the warmness of the other
boy's body and then, without any warn, he tried to jerk free. "Let me
go!!" he cried, tossing desperately.
"Ken!
KEN!!"
"Let
me go!! Daisuke, let me go!!!" he continued to cry.
"Please,
Ken…" Daisuke's voice dropped down to a whisper. "…please…"
"Let…me…go…"
Ken's voice dropped too as his madly jerks began to subdue. "I don't
deserve someone like you to care for me…I'm a monster…such a monster…"
"Ken-chan…"
Daisuke leaned downward, placing a soft kiss on the side of Ken's head.
"Let…
… … …me… … … …go… … …Dai…chan…" Ken looked up at this,
blinking his big, watery eyes up at Daisuke.
The tan
skinned boy smiled down at his friend, lost in his eyes. Then, on sheer instinct,
foolish impulse, or maybe maddening desire, he leaned down, tenderly licking
Ken's tears away. Then, his tongue-tip brushed across Ken's flushed cheek,
and down toward his mouth, teasingly running across it before their lips met.
Ken's lips were soft and moist, tasting like mango and vanilla –a scent that
always longed on Ken's hair– and mixed with the bitter saltiness of his
tears.
It was
intoxicatingly, addictively Ken.
Ken
didn't pull away as Daisuke had imagined
((feared?))
Instead
he leaned up, tilting his head and softly kissing back, just like Daisuke sort
of thought
((hoped?))
and
wrapped his arms loosely around his neck, much to Daisuke's surprise
((pleasure?))
Completely
lost in the moment, Daisuke hugged Ken tighter, and slipped his hands to the
nape of Ken's neck, crushing their mouths harder against each other. Neither
of them knew if it has been Ken the one who slowly sank down, pulling Daisuke
down with him, of it has been Daisuke to push the other down and then lower
himself on top of him. Truly they didn't know how it happened, but now they
were both laying on the couch, Daisuke on top of Ken, kissing passionately.
Everything
after that seemed to come naturally, that or the kiss wasn't something that
came completely unexpected, without any previous desire or hidden fantasy. Both
were receiving sensations and feelings beyond their comprehension as they slowly
let themselves being carried over the edge by those sensations.
As he
passionately continued letting their tongues clash to one another, one of
Daisuke's hands wandered down Ken's back, to place on his hip and then to
creep up his chest and then down again, pulling the dark shirt form his jeans.
Light fingertips danced through Ken's chest, neck, belly, teasing his navel
and his nipples. The purple haired boy could hear a low rasping sound forced
itself from his throat and mouth, as he arched his body into Daisuke's touch.
The tan
skinned boy managed to grin through the kiss as a crescendo of sensations washed
over his already overloaded senses. His fingertips wandered down, running along
the top of his pants. Ken whimpered softly, and pushed his hips up against
Daisuke's own, rocking slowly back and forth. His slender fingers moved down
Daisuke's back to the gap between his shirt and the oversized pants. They
sneaked in, and ran up and down Daisuke's spine, his nails teasing the warm
skin.
Daisuke's
hand immediately jerked up, grabbing the collar of Ken's shirt. He stumbled to
pull it open, and after few yanks he managed to tear it open, sending a colored
rain of buttons to fall on the floor. In response, Ken's hands danced around
his chest and up toward his shoulders, slowly sliding his shirt up. Incapable to
let himself break the feverish, almost bruising kiss, Daisuke managed to tear
his shirt partially off his shoulders and off one arm, leaving it to hang down
from his other shoulder and his neck. Almost if their minds were linked, both
boys let their hands slid into the other's pants contemporarily; and they both
gasped, flashing spots appearing in front of their eyes.
Daisuke
was only dimly aware that he was about to do to Ken something he had never done
before. With this far thought, tinier than one of the drop of water that still
shone upon Ken's skin and through his hair, settled inside his mind, Daisuke
continued letting his fingers explore Ken's body and his tongue mapping Ken's
mouth. Not even he and Takeru have ever gone *that* far; the farthest they had
ever let themselves go had been some kisses and a couple of session of light
petting on that same couch, while Dai's parents were out. Daisuke couldn't
stop himself, though. With every touch he just wanted more. With every sound,
caress, taste and smell, he felt like dieing if he didn't mark this body as
his. Ken wasn't even thinking right then; he just relished what was happening,
anticipating and committing to memory every sensation. Every moment. Every moan,
breath and touch.
As
Daisuke's coherent mind began his quest to take control over his body again, a
small sparkle ignited in his mind. It grew, bigger and bigger, screaming at him
to understand *what* he was doing and with *who*.
//Simple//
he replied to the insistent scream. //I'm making love to Ken-chan. My best
friend.//
As
realization of what was actually happening dawned over him, you could expect the
spiky haired boy to jerk away, to run…to push the other away and hide
somewhere, ashamed and guilty.
But,
surprisingly enough, when he became completely aware of what was happening, he
just opened his eyes, his tongue still caressing Ken's, and looked down, his
vision fuzzy and unfocused, at the boy a centimeter in front of his face, eyes
closed in bliss and relish. Soon those eyes fluttered open and gazed steady into
his, sending a shrill shiver to run down his spine.
Ken
closed his eyes then, arching against Daisuke. And the tan skinned boy complied
to the silent plea, roaming his hands all over Ken's upper body and deepening
the kiss even more.
Daisuke
*knew* *what* he was doing.
He *knew*
with *who* he was doing it.
He was
making love to his best friend.
Plain
and simple.
Somewhere,
in the back of his head, Daisuke knew also he should be feeling something else
other than that shudders of blinding pleasure and heavenly bliss. Something that
should resemble guilt, regret, remorse for what he was doing to his Take-chan,
but…
Daisuke
was *past* the point where he could still think. All he could do now was feel,
and what he felt lifted him up to a state of utterly joy.
There
would be plenty of time to think, later.
Now all
that mattered was Ken.
Both his
hands moved. One danced up, to cup Ken's pale cheek; and the other down,
fumbling to open his jeans. Almost immediately, Ken's hands danced across
Daisuke's chest, round his waist and down to his hips, slowly, almost
erotically sliding his pants off.
Then,
the voice resounded.
Paralyzing
both of them death.
"…Oh…am
I interrupting something, guys?"
Immediately,
both boys on the couch jerked away from each other. Daisuke leapt up to his
knees with a yelp and Ken, jerking his legs free from the grip of Daisuke's
knees, brought them up to his chin, frantically trying to button his shirt,
which was now missing a few buttons. And it was torn apart too.
"Oh,
no! Please continue what you were doing before…don't stop just because I'm
here…" whistled the bitter voice at the door, and both the flushed boys on
the couch turned to see the tall, blonde boy, with a acid smirk on his lips
which was truly disturbing. He
was a comely handsome boy, very well made. He was tall, and had strong shoulders,
not thin but not even large; he had his beloved hat on his head, his hair
escaping from under it to frame his pale face and exalt his sparkling
sapphire-blue eyes. His gentle features were completely twisted up by the
evident sorrow, his slender, pale hands balled in tight fists.
Takeru.
//Oh
my God.// Daisuke
thought. //Takeru//.
Takeru.
Daisuke
panicked, not very true to his character, and his eyes shifted around
frantically, as he could find the right thing to say written on the wall.
"…Takeru I…" he stopped, biting his bottom lip. What was he about to do
anyway? Explain to him what made kiss Ken and try to seduce him, when he didn't
even know what it was?! "…I…"
Without
even sparing a glimpse at Daisuke as his battling emotion showed over his open
face, and instead focusing on the now dry traces left by Ken's tears, Takeru
took a small step forward. Narrowing is eyes and unclenching his fists only to
tighten them again after a second, he eyed the purple haired beauty up and down
with nothing but hatred flashing in his eyes.
"…were
you crying, *Ken*?" he inquired, putting a lot of efforts on the name. Ken's
eyes narrowed, slightly surprised by the bitterness that usually cheerful and
light voice was dripping and Daisuke's eyes widened as he suddenly knew what
to say.
"Yes,
Takeru he was…" Daisuke nodded eagerly as he noticed the blonde was now
looking sideways at him. "…I found him out there in the middle of the storm
and I couldn't leave him alone…so I brought him there and he…he was
depressed and he needed a friend and then…" realizing he was babbling
Daisuke paused, chewing his lip, unsure of what to say and *how* to say it.
Takeru blinked, and his now cold eyes flickered toward Ken, linking with his
deep purple ones.
"Oh."
He said simply. Accompanying the motion of his lips with one of his eyebrows,
which briefly curved up. "I see."
"Y-you
do?" Daisuke shuttered and Ken's eyes narrowed even more. Takeru just
blinked again, cocking his head to a side.
"Yes."
He said, still staring intently at Ken. A very long pause followed, where not
even their breaths dared to be too loud. "…you first acted as an enemy, then
made your best to become Dai's friend…and since you couldn't make him
yours with neither the menaces and the sweet words you tried with the tears,
right?"
Daisuke's
mouth dropped open, and he moved his lips, trying to say something and only
succeeding in looking like a fish harbored in the shore. Ken's eyes widened
briefly, before narrow into two tiny slides, and making him look a lot more like
the Kaiser and less like Ken.
"What?"
he hissed. Takeru's only reaction was to blink again, looking completely calm.
"…oh
yes, I can picture you…" his eyes narrowed again, his dark look matching
Ken's. Then he smirked slightly, his voice pitched up in a deliberately
mocking, girly voice. "…I'm a monster Dai-chan! I killed so may innocents,
Dai-chan! Hug me, Dai-chan, comfort me! Kiss me, Dai-chan " his head danced
and then moved toward Ken as he hissed the last words, his voice a lot lower and
harsher than before. "…fuck
me, Dai-chan!"
Ken's
eyes flashed angered, but he sat, immobile, staring deeply into Takeru's
narrowed eyes. Daisuke kept mimicking a dieing fish as he looked at the two boys
in front of him.
Were
they…fighting over *him*?
Daisuke
shook his head clear of the thought, his eyes never leaving the other two boys.
No one
had really ever noticed him, less cared enough for him to fight for his
attention. And now, just a couple of inches in front of him, two of the most
important persons in his life were fighting_over_him.
*Him*.
Daisuke
Motomiya.
Wow.
Ken
noticed Daisuke move in the corner of his eyes, but didn't look away form
Takeru's eyes. He couldn't. He just couldn't.
Takeru
had no right to talk to him like that.
It
hasn't been is fault if earlier that afternoon he had decided to go to
Daisuke's.
It
hasn't been his fault if when he arrived, Takeru was there, kissing Daisuke in
the middle of the street.
It
hasn't been his fault if his knees had suddenly gone weak, forcing him to rest
on the wall of a nearby house to keep himself up.
It
hasn't been his fault if the little whistle had resounded in his ears. A
vicious, low hiss that painfully resembled the Kaiser's voice.
//Daisuke
is yours.// it had
whispered seductively //Go there and take him.//
Ken had
tried to protest, he really had, but the evil whistle seemed to care not of his
tiny attempt to reason with it.
//don't
mind Takeru. Daisuke is yours. If he'll try to take him from you, then crush
him.//
It
hadn't been his fault if after that he hadn't found a reply and had just
watched, dumbfounded, as the two boys rushed away from him, farter and farter
away, like in a nightmare. And it was then, that the first drop of rain came, a
sweet balsam over his hot skin.
And then,
it hasn't been his fault if Daisuke found him, half-frozen and crying his
heart out; just like it wasn't his fault that Daisuke seemed always ready to
forgive him, to comfort him and stood by his side.
And then
again, it wasn't his fault if they had ended up sprayed over the couch,
tangled in each other's arms.
Well, it
being *not* his fault didn't mean he regretted what was about to happen a
moment ago or that he wasn't actually a little *angry* at Takeru for
interrupting them, though…
Takeru's
sudden snarl filled Ken's ear with billionths, maddening echoes, even though
it was quiet and subdued. Ken's bowed slightly backward before sprang up to
his feet, his eyes literally glowing with barely restrained anger, facing the
blazing blue orbs of the other boy.
"Got
something to say?" he hissed quietly. "Then say it *aloud*."
Daisuke
blinked, his eyes going wide, unconsciously gripping to his own shirt. Takeru
smirked, and a low, cracked chuckle escaped his lips.
"Yes.
I've something to say." He paused, taking the chance to lean closer to Ken.
"Stay_away_from_my_boy."
"Dai-c…suke"
Ken licked his lips, sensing it wasn't the right time for sweet nicknames.
"is my best-friend. You can't force me to see him never again."
Takeru
expressed his amusement with a cracked laugh, his head shaking slowly. "No?
We'll see." His voice sharpened with the last two words, causing Ken's
eyes to narrow almost imperceptibly. However, other than that, he didn't do
anything else.
It was
Daisuke the first to move, shattering the sickening silence. He put his arms
around his upper body and sighed a long, pain-filled sigh, which caused the two
fighting boys to look down at him. Daisuke looked up at them then, and, trying
to soften their stoniness, he began speaking, his voice low and calm.
"Takeru,
Ken, please…there's no need to fight…"
Ken,
sensing Daisuke's discomfort, smiled reassuringly at him, seeing his action
mirrored to him almost immediately.
"Dai…"
"Of
course there's no need to fight." Takeru snapped, completely unaware of how
much he was hurting and upsetting Daisuke acting like that. "Daisuke loves me.
I love him. We're together. You're not needed. That's all. Ken, you can go
away now."
Deliberately
ignoring the two pairs of eyes that flickered up at him, one filled with anger
and the other with sorrow, Takeru stepped with calm indifference over the front
door of Daisuke's apartment. He leaped the door wide open, and then shot a
glance over the other two boys in the room.
The
blonde focused on the purple haired boy standing still in front of the couch,
and as soon as their eyes met, he nodded the other to leave. Ken's eyes
narrowed again in an hard, Kaizerish look, something that that day had happened
too much for what he thought. The paler boy nodded back at the blonde waiting
expectantly on the door frame, and then turned to Daisuke, flashing him on of
his rare true smile.
One of
those sweet smiles he smiled only for him.
Daisuke's
lips twitched upwards in a shy little smile. Blinking slowly, Ken let his gaze
wandered over to Takeru. Then, with a stern and steady look, he turned to face
completely the other boy.
"Fine.
I'll go. But only because it's upsetting Daisuke to see all this, and *not*
because you asked me to."
Takeru
rolled is eyes, motioning to the other boy to leave. "Whatever…"
Ken let
loose a quiet growl, his fingers suddenly twitching. "See you if I care."
"If
*I* care." Corrected the other, once again nodding to the other to leave. Ken
looked down at Daisuke, another sweet smile playing over his lips. "Bye,
Dai-chan…see ya."
"See
ya…" Daisuke smiled back, his cheeks a little redder than usual.
Turning
a relentless look at Takeru, Ken shook his head in grim defiance, but all the
other did was to snarl and nod to the exit another time, an harsh, disapproving
look on his face. Their eyes linked for a fleeting instant when the purple
haired boy walked past the slight taller one. Then, in a wingbeat, the silent
contest was over and Ken was outside Daisuke's apartment. The door banged
closed behind him and Ken took a moment to recoil against it, breathing deeply.
He *knew*
he had *not* the right to be so upset about Takeru's suddenly shown up, but…
God, he
had all he needed right there in his arms before he came and shuttered his
dreams.
Letting
loose a long, generous sigh Ken took his first step forward, stepping uneasily
toward the exit. He paused briefly to give a last glance to the shut door, then
let himself out. Outside, the air was bitter cold and the fading sunlight
didn't provide him with any warmth. Shacking slightly, Ken adjusted the collar
of his shirt, trying to warm himself up. But it was useless, cause he *knew* the
cold wind that was freezing him was blowing outside but *within* him; and only
one thing could tame it.
Daisuke.
The
flame held in Daisuke's eyes.
The
warmth of his body.
The
sweetness of his lips.
Shivering
again, this time definitely *not* for the coldness, Ken turned his face
downwards and closed his eyes for a brief moment. Then, hands shoved in his
pockets, he walked away, eyes focused on his feet.
Takeru
slammed the door close behind Ken with a satisfied grin on his face. Then, hands
on his hips, he turned toward his boyfriend, flashing him an angered grimace.
"You'll
*never* see him again Daisuke, *never*!!!!"
"But,
Takeru...he's my best friend..." Daisuke shifted uncomfortably in his seat,
licking his lips and letting his eyes dart around.
"You've
no one but *me*, Daisuke!! No one else care for you!!! How blind are you? Do you
really thinks he gives a damn? That he cares for you? He loves you *not* Dai,
face it, besides me you've no one else. Without me you're alone."
Daisuke
reeled backward, breathless, as if he had just been hit fully in the chest. "Ta-Takeru...why...I...I...I
love *you*, not him...why you..."
he blinked rapidly, trying to understand what was happening.
The dark
boy smirking evilly down at him and deliberately hurting him was Takeru? His
sweet, caring Takeru? His compassionate blue-eyed angel? It…it couldn't be…he
seemed so different from his usual cheerful, sweet self…
Was that
only a mask?
Was this
bitterness what Takeru really had inside?
Was this
sickening smirk what had always laid behind his angelical smile?
Daisuke
opened and closed his lips several times, looking up at his angry angel with a
gaze which held no sigh.
"You
don't love him?" The blonde cried in a disturbing high falsetto. "Good.
That's a start . But…why did you let him touch you, then?"
"We...we
weren't...." Daisuke tried to say something. Anything! He just couldn't
bare to see his angel act this way.
"You
weren't what? You weren't making out on the same couch were we shared *our*
first kiss? Wasn't he running his hands all over you? Weren't you moaning
while he did as he pleased with you?!"
"No,
Takeru it...it was an accident...it will never happen again...I…w-we…"
"Oh,
I'm sure it won't happen again..." Takeru yanked downward grabbing Daisuke
by the collar of his shirt. "Cause you'll never see him again, Daisuke...NEVER!"
he hissed the last word sharply and deliberately threatening.
"TAKERU!!!
What are you saying?! What's wrong with you?!" Daisuke cried, jerking free
from Takeru's surprisingly strong grip. That wasn't his angel! That was
a…a…a devil!!!
"What's
wrong with me? Oh, Daisuke...my beloved Daisuke..." his voice sweetened
perceptively and he ran a fingertips over Daisuke's features. "Daisuke? Come
here...closer...yes, closer..." he smiled as the tan skinned boy slowly
scooted closer to him, now back to his usual angelical appearance. The diabolic
angel
((angelic
devil?))
cocked
his head to a side, and then grinned mischievously, that all the warning he gave
him before yank his finger in his spiky brown hair and bring their faces closer.
"What did you let him do to you, uh?" he yelled, tightening his hold on
Daisuke's hair as he started to struggle to break free. "Did Ken touch you?
Did he kiss you?? Did Ken...what?? What did you let he do to you, uh?!" his
eyes flashed angered as he moved closer to his tan skinned possession, licking
playfully his cheek.
"No,
Daisuke you're mine...I'm the only one who can touch you...yes...let me
touch you, Daisuke...be mine...tonight" he whispered in the now shacking
boy's ear, his free hand wandering across his chest.
"B-be...yours?
Takeru I don't think..." He shook his head, trying his best to *not* think
about how he came naturally to him to make love to Ken or about how wrong it
seemed to let Takeru make love to him.
"Be
mine" he breathed, gently nibbling the bronze skinned earlobe.
"But
I..."
"Please
Daisuke...don't you love me enough? Have you always lied to me whenever you
said you loved me?"
"N-no..."
Daisuke shook his head again, looking up into Takeru's eyes.
"No. I *do* love you..."
"Then
show your love to me."
"But...I..."
"NOW."
Daisuke
chewed gently his bottom lips, unsure and ashamed. There haven't been requests
with Ken. Questions. Orders. Blackmails. For that's what was happening. Takeru
was blackmailing Daisuke with is feelings. With Ken everything had came
naturally. Every movement was born from the very core of his being and had
showed up to his mind, heart and body with shuddering pushes.
"…I…"
"…now…"
Takeru purred in his ear. His voice was quiet and low, but held an undisguisable
amount of anger. Something that definitely convinced Daisuke that something was
wrong.
"Please,
Take-chan I…" he shook his head, not meeting his boyfriend's gaze. "…give
me time?" Abruptly, Takeru's hand slammed across his face.
"I_said_*now*."
he hissed. Daisuke's eyes widened. Had he…had his angel just…slapped him?
Smirking
evilly, Takeru snatched Daisuke up by the wrist, to shove him onto the carpet.
He Let go of one of his wrists just enough to rip the tan skinned boy's shirt
off, and then he held both of his arms over his head, so that he could have
absolute access to his chest.
"Mine.
My Dai-chan. Just mine." he whispered as he slowly started to chew
not-so-gently on his left nipple.
"Take-chan!
NO! Stop!" Daisuke cried, tossing madly to break free.
"Shut
up!" Takeru yelled, pinning Daisuke harder against the floor, causing his head
to slam against it. His hands jolted down his arms and around his shoulders in a
crushing grip, his nails digging into his back and leaving ten crescent-shaped
cuts in the tanned flesh.
"Takeru,
please! It hurts!!!" he cried, trembling.
"Why?"
the blonde inquired, his fingernails sliding down Daisuke's back and tracing
ten bloody lines. Daisuke screamed in pain, fighting back tears. "Why weren't
you fighting like this when you were with Ken, uh?"
Daisuke's
eyes snapped open at that.
Takeru
had just said the wrong thing. He had managed to make Daisuke remember how
different it felt to be with Ken.
How
utterly right it seemed.
"Let
me go!!" he screamed, his strength renewed. But he was cut off as Takeru fist
connected with the side of his face.
"Shut
up!!"
Daisuke
whimpered, and twisted his head to the side. Somehow, he gained enough strength
to shove the taller boy away, and he got up to his feet, wrapping his arms
around his body the very moment he was free form the hurting grip.
Takeru
smirked as he got up to his feet as well, pacing quietly over the door as if
nothing had happened.
"Dai-chan…See
ya!" he said, deliberately mocking Ken's words, and blowing a kiss to the
still shocked Daisuke.
Leaning
his back against a wall and slowly sliding down to the floor, Daisuke looked
around half expecting to wake up in a couple of moments and find out it was all
a nightmare. But when, after several minutes, his back still ached and he could
still taste his blood in his mouth, Daisuke threw away his mask of courageous
child and wept softly.
"Takeru…how
could you…? *Who* are you…?"
He
sobbed in the darkness.
"...who
are you...?"
~*~owari~*~
I hope who was waiting for the new chapters of my "My enemy's kiss" ((yeah,
it doesn't end like *THAT* ^^)) and "Shattered mirror"
isn't mad at me for getting sidetracked!!!! ^____________________________^ But
I truly think this story is worth it!!!
I hope
ya liked it! especially you k-chan!!
Ja-ne,
minna!!!
