Author: Rae
Title:But I need to know you love me.
Content: Shounen-ai. Daikeru
"Hey, Matt. What's new?" I sat down beside my brother with a smile. The musician growled
something under his breath as he finished stringing his guitar. "What was that?" He can be one
of the most uncommunicative people at times.
"I said that I'm going to start killing people." His blue eyes were serious and angry. We were
in his room, sitting on his bed. I was visiting, even though it was a Tuesday. I had news, and
I wanted to share it with him.
"Why?" I smiled at the dangerous glint in his eye. His temper was formidable, and I was thankful
that I was exempt from being at the other end of it by blood. His grimace of distaste and
outrage was funny, and I had to stop from laughing. Until he spoke.
"Some fag came up to me today, asked me out, tried to kiss me, and then pretended that he was
surprised that I freaked out and hit him. Do I look like one of those dirty little fags, TK?" I
didn't bother forcing a smile. Matt knew me better than that.
"I'm sorry that he went too far, but not all fags are 'dirty'." The look he gave me was
surprised and skeptical. "Really. Some of the homosexuals in our school are great people. They
lead active, normal lives, and are viewed as normal by the rest of the student body. However,
they happen to like members of their own gender, and keep that fact hidden."
My brother snorted. "If the school knew exactly what they were, they wouldn't be able to lead
'active, normal lives'. They'd probably get the crap kicked out of them." His grin was feral.
"I'd probably help, too."
I think that that's the point when my world shattered, and my heart broke. I stood up, and
frowned at him. "I have to go. I'm kind of disappointed, Matt, that you're being so close-minded
about this. You always used to tell me that nobody could be wrong if they held true to their
beliefs, and didn't try to foist those beliefs off onto other people. What ever happened to that
phylosophy?"
I waited, wanting, hoping for some sign that he was listening to me. His eyes were hard. "That
works fine and well until some little bastard comes up to me, and tells me that I'm giving out
gay-vibes. If it happened to you, you'd know what I meant."
"See ya later, Matt." He waved at me, then went back to playing with his guitar. I left, making
my way through the apartment with familiarity.
Outside, I met up with Daisuke on the sidewalk. He grinned at me, his brown eyes excited and
curious. I shook my head, and walked away with my shoulders slumped. He followed me, not
speaking, for two blocks. We turned into the park, and started following one of the twisted,
side-paths that most people stayed off of. Once we were deep amongst the trees, we stopped at
the same time, and looked at each other.
It only took a second for me to throw myself into his arms, pressing my lips against his. I was
hurt, and I let him know that through the hand that gripped the back of his neck, and the
desperate way I kissed him. He accepted my pain, openening his mouth to me, holding me gently,
comfortingly.
Finally, I pulled back, my breathing ragged, matching his. He grinned at me, his eyes only
slightly concerned. This is the reason I date him. Any other day, and he's talking non-stop
about something, trying to fill the silence with senseless chatter. Today, when I needed him, he
was exactly what I needed. Physical assurance, and emotional support. I smiled at him. "I love
you."
Instead of waiting for him to answer, I pulled him in for another kiss. I knew what his answer
would be. It would be the same response that had nearly made me cry in the beginning, but one
that I was coming to accept. "I can't tell you something that I'm not sure of."
He might have been unsure, but I knew exactly what I wanted. Him. And for my homophobic brother
to accept me for what I am. My soccer stud pulled back, knowing that I had been lost somewhere
else other than our kiss. "What's wrong?"
I pulled back, wrapping my arms about my stomach, feeling ill in the spring air. "I was going
to tell Matt." That was obvious. That had been the reason he followed me over. We had decided
that it wasn't fair to the digi-destined to be kept in the dark about our relationship. "I can't
tell him."
His eyes widened, then darkened perceptibly. Oh, kami-san, don't let him be mad at me. I needed
him, whether he loved me or not. He kept me sane, gave me a reason to crawl out of bed. "What
did he say?"
"I went up, and he was mad. He started gay-bashing, and talking about how he'd be in line to
beat up the gays in our school." Being his brother might exclude me from that list, but it
wouldn't help Daisuke much. In fact, it would probably be the last straw Matt needed to justify
beating him up.
"So? You're safe." Leave it to Dai to point out the obvious. He cupped my cheek with one hand.
"Don't worry about me. I can take on your brother any day of the week."
I didn't say anything, just raised an eyebrow. He grinned sheepishly, and I pressed my lips
into his palm. "You mean, you can run from my brother any day of the week. If he caught wind of
this, we'd both have our asses on the line."
"Yeah, but your's is too cute for anyone to mess with." He tilted my face up to kiss it.
"You're just dating me for my body, aren't you?" I smiled at him seductively, my lashes
fluttering. He kissed me again, a little harder and more insistent that time.
"Nah. I'm just after the hat." With a last peck, he pulled the item off of my head, and started
running, leaving me to stare at his receding backside. What a view.
I started chasing him.
Title:But I need to know you love me.
Content: Shounen-ai. Daikeru
"Hey, Matt. What's new?" I sat down beside my brother with a smile. The musician growled
something under his breath as he finished stringing his guitar. "What was that?" He can be one
of the most uncommunicative people at times.
"I said that I'm going to start killing people." His blue eyes were serious and angry. We were
in his room, sitting on his bed. I was visiting, even though it was a Tuesday. I had news, and
I wanted to share it with him.
"Why?" I smiled at the dangerous glint in his eye. His temper was formidable, and I was thankful
that I was exempt from being at the other end of it by blood. His grimace of distaste and
outrage was funny, and I had to stop from laughing. Until he spoke.
"Some fag came up to me today, asked me out, tried to kiss me, and then pretended that he was
surprised that I freaked out and hit him. Do I look like one of those dirty little fags, TK?" I
didn't bother forcing a smile. Matt knew me better than that.
"I'm sorry that he went too far, but not all fags are 'dirty'." The look he gave me was
surprised and skeptical. "Really. Some of the homosexuals in our school are great people. They
lead active, normal lives, and are viewed as normal by the rest of the student body. However,
they happen to like members of their own gender, and keep that fact hidden."
My brother snorted. "If the school knew exactly what they were, they wouldn't be able to lead
'active, normal lives'. They'd probably get the crap kicked out of them." His grin was feral.
"I'd probably help, too."
I think that that's the point when my world shattered, and my heart broke. I stood up, and
frowned at him. "I have to go. I'm kind of disappointed, Matt, that you're being so close-minded
about this. You always used to tell me that nobody could be wrong if they held true to their
beliefs, and didn't try to foist those beliefs off onto other people. What ever happened to that
phylosophy?"
I waited, wanting, hoping for some sign that he was listening to me. His eyes were hard. "That
works fine and well until some little bastard comes up to me, and tells me that I'm giving out
gay-vibes. If it happened to you, you'd know what I meant."
"See ya later, Matt." He waved at me, then went back to playing with his guitar. I left, making
my way through the apartment with familiarity.
Outside, I met up with Daisuke on the sidewalk. He grinned at me, his brown eyes excited and
curious. I shook my head, and walked away with my shoulders slumped. He followed me, not
speaking, for two blocks. We turned into the park, and started following one of the twisted,
side-paths that most people stayed off of. Once we were deep amongst the trees, we stopped at
the same time, and looked at each other.
It only took a second for me to throw myself into his arms, pressing my lips against his. I was
hurt, and I let him know that through the hand that gripped the back of his neck, and the
desperate way I kissed him. He accepted my pain, openening his mouth to me, holding me gently,
comfortingly.
Finally, I pulled back, my breathing ragged, matching his. He grinned at me, his eyes only
slightly concerned. This is the reason I date him. Any other day, and he's talking non-stop
about something, trying to fill the silence with senseless chatter. Today, when I needed him, he
was exactly what I needed. Physical assurance, and emotional support. I smiled at him. "I love
you."
Instead of waiting for him to answer, I pulled him in for another kiss. I knew what his answer
would be. It would be the same response that had nearly made me cry in the beginning, but one
that I was coming to accept. "I can't tell you something that I'm not sure of."
He might have been unsure, but I knew exactly what I wanted. Him. And for my homophobic brother
to accept me for what I am. My soccer stud pulled back, knowing that I had been lost somewhere
else other than our kiss. "What's wrong?"
I pulled back, wrapping my arms about my stomach, feeling ill in the spring air. "I was going
to tell Matt." That was obvious. That had been the reason he followed me over. We had decided
that it wasn't fair to the digi-destined to be kept in the dark about our relationship. "I can't
tell him."
His eyes widened, then darkened perceptibly. Oh, kami-san, don't let him be mad at me. I needed
him, whether he loved me or not. He kept me sane, gave me a reason to crawl out of bed. "What
did he say?"
"I went up, and he was mad. He started gay-bashing, and talking about how he'd be in line to
beat up the gays in our school." Being his brother might exclude me from that list, but it
wouldn't help Daisuke much. In fact, it would probably be the last straw Matt needed to justify
beating him up.
"So? You're safe." Leave it to Dai to point out the obvious. He cupped my cheek with one hand.
"Don't worry about me. I can take on your brother any day of the week."
I didn't say anything, just raised an eyebrow. He grinned sheepishly, and I pressed my lips
into his palm. "You mean, you can run from my brother any day of the week. If he caught wind of
this, we'd both have our asses on the line."
"Yeah, but your's is too cute for anyone to mess with." He tilted my face up to kiss it.
"You're just dating me for my body, aren't you?" I smiled at him seductively, my lashes
fluttering. He kissed me again, a little harder and more insistent that time.
"Nah. I'm just after the hat." With a last peck, he pulled the item off of my head, and started
running, leaving me to stare at his receding backside. What a view.
I started chasing him.