Hey! Chapter 11 is up! Dude, it's seriously a little over 14k words, my longest chapter yet. Yay me... Eh, college and stuff, plus my game time (game as in xbox, for the most part - just beat Dragon Age 2) stuff really puts a drain on ya. But I managed to finish a chap, albeit way past it's due date, all the while maintaing a 4.0gpa. =] Anyway, the next chapter shouldn't take too long, because I don't have a class at the moment. I wanted to at least get this one done before my birthday and I did! Two days ahead of time, mind you. Also, I'm feeling lazy so I apologize, but I've done no editing. Bear with me! But, enough about that. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own D N Angel, however I do have control over how I twist it's characters. ^ ^
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AUTHOR'S POV
It was a normal night in Heritage Meadows, as normal as can be expected of any neighborhood in a world full of crazies. The streets were hushed and all, but the sighs of the wind and the songs of crickets were put on pause for the ungodly hours of the Earth's rotation. In the dead of night, there were no souls to speak of, only the likes of strays and such. And all the while, the creatures did creep - passing like shadows in the warm glow of street-lit sidewalks, waiting for the darkness to subside. This was the usual routine on the longest street of the neighborhood and it was never to be disturbed. So, as the stray Bombay made his usual rounds down that sleepy road, there was no way he could have been mentally prepared for the heart attack he would die from once he passed house 217.
"HE'S WHAT?," Eiichi screeched in utter horror, the large man's hands flying up to his face, intensifying his look of utter shock. The boom of his voice nearly shook the house and the yowling of a cat could clearly be heard as the street light outside began to flicker. "NO SON OF MINE WILL BE GAY! NO SIR, NOT IN THIS HOUSE!" Krad and Ayame stared at one another, shrugging their shoulders simultaneously as they sat at the bottom of the stairs.
"Krad is gay, Dad," Dark said, shifting his eyes from his father to his brother, then back as if to say 'take a fuckin' glance, yo.' *meowww*
"THAT IS BESIDE THE POINT! HE'S NOT MY FAVORITE!…Although, I do love you too, Krad. Don't misunderstand. THAT BEING SAID, DARK, YOU WILL NOT BE GAY! YOU HEAR ME?," Eiichi cried out with irritation, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingertips. *cough…meow*
"Dad, I'm not gay, I'm bi. There's a difference," Dark groaned, so badly wanting his blubbering dad to just give up already.
"IF YOU'RE NOT STRAIGHT, YOU'RE GAY! THERE'S NO IN-BETWEEN! THE MEN IN THIS HOUSE WILL NOT ENGAGE IN HOMOSEXUAL ACTIVITY. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT ANOTHER MAN IN MY PRESENCE!," Dark's dad said, flexing his muscles like the guys in body builder contests do. Dark, however, was looking out the window trying see where the dying animal noises were coming from. "DARK! ARE YOU LISTENING?"
"Krad's thinking of another man right now, Dad. Hot, steamy, gay…sex," Dark sighed, still gazing out the window sounding bored beyond belief. Krad began staring daggers into his brother's back, hoping that somehow one would strike his heart. "Tell me does Satoshi scream your name in those dreams or is it like fucking a statue?" Eiichi paled at the words his precious son spoke, while Krad began to seethe where he sat. *choke…clutches cat chest…sputter…wheeze*
"KRAD DOESN'T COUNT! YOU STILL HAVE AN INCLING OF STRAIGHT LEFT! TAKE HOLD OF IT AND DON'T LET GO! THERE'S NO SAVING KRAD FROM HIS GAYNESS, BUT YOU! YES, YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE!"
"Dad, what the hell are you talking about and where the fuck is this noise coming from? Do you guys not hear that?"
"YOU'RE MOTHER SAYS YOU WENT OUT WITH A GIRL TODAY! GOOD! STAY WITH HER! SHE'LL LEAD YOU TO THE LIGHT! I KNOW THAT SOMEWHERE, DEEP DOWN YOU STILL LIKE VAGINAS!," Eiichi rasped, moving closer to Dark with his hands held out, as if he could pull him back to the 'light.'
"Jesus Christ, Mom. You told him about Free, too? And please, for God's sake stop letting him say vagina," Dark said, giving her the eye of judgment.
"Well, he's a grown man. He can say what he likes, although I'm not a fan of that word either. Anyway honey, he asked how you were and wanted to see you, so I just told him he couldn't because you went out," Ayame stated in her defense.
"I MEAN, WHY SHOULDN'T I KNOW? I SHOULD BE THE FIRST TO KNOW THESE THINGS! MAN TO MAN! HEART TO HEART!" Dark stared at his old man like he'd gone off the reservation. All of this whining from a grown man, mind you - one the size of a mammoth.
"Couldn't you have just lied to him? Va-gi-na…va…Ugh, it's so weird."
"Dark, honey. You know how I hate doing that and besides, he wouldn't have let it go until he could see you with his own two eyes," Ayame replied, appearing rather drained by the conversation.
"Yeah, you're right, but still you can't say that it's not annoying in the least. Hm…oh, if it were pronounced va-jin, it might be cool."
"I like that. Va-jin. It's got a nice ring to it."
"GAHHH…WHY ARE YOU GUYS IGNORING ME?," Eiichi bellowed, darting his eyes about the room, noting that Dark and Ayame were clearly not paying attention to him, what with searching for a cooler way to address the female genitalia and Krad having turned on the television, before returning to his spot on the staircase. Dark finally acknowledged his father after first rolling his eyes towards the heavens.
"Heart to heart, Dad?," Dark asked, putting on an expression of curiosity. Eiichi's eyes lit up and he moved even closer to his son, his hands folded together like a girl holding something dear to her heart. "You really want to know what I'm thinking?" The father figure nodded his head eagerly in anticipation. "Dad, I want…"
"Yes?," Eiichi said, inching ever-the-more closely to Dark, with high hopes of what was to come.
"I truly want…" Dark smiled slowly before finishing his statement. "…to fuck every man on this goddamn planet."
"OH, GOD NOOO! AYAME, HELP! THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH OUR BOY," Eiichi wailed, falling onto the floor and hugging the leg of the coffee table. Ayame walked over to her bawling husband and whacked him upside the head with the palm of her hand, her face hardening as she passed a stone cold glare towards her youngest son.
"There is nothing wrong with him, darling. It was obviously a joke," Ayame said through her teeth sounding irritated to the fullest. Dark shrugged his shoulders, sporting a crest-fallen expression and mouthing 'sorry' in his mother's direction. Ayame could indeed be scary when pushed to her breaking point.
"S-so…so he's not gay after all?," Eiichi inquired with a new spark of hope after recovering from the shell-shock of a frozen atmosphere.
"No, he's definitely gay," Krad professed, catching a death glare from his beloved brother.
"D-Dark?," said the man - now pouting with fresh tears that willingly threatened to fall.
"I said it before. I'm not gay, I'm bi." And with that, Dark stood up from the couch and walked over to the stairs where Krad was sitting. With one quick snap of his wrist, he yanked the blonde's ponytail and began dragging his screaming brother up the stairs.
"DARK, THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A- WHAT? What was it, honey?"
"A bisexual, dear."
"THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A BISEXUAL AND DON'T GO WALKING OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF A CONVERSATION LIKE THAT! YOU EITHER, KRAD! HEY, I'M TALKING TO YOU!" It was then, that Eiichi had had enough of his boys' ignorance of him and felt that it was about time he set it straight. He marched up the stairs, stepping over Krad - who wasn't walking away, but was being pulled up the stairs by his hair, wailing all the while. When he caught up with Dark, he threw one arm around his waist and clean picked him up off of the ground. Dark released Krad's hair and immediately caught onto the stair railing, holding on for dear life. "LET GO, GOD DAMNIT!"
"Fuck no, old man," Dark laughed, as did Krad and his mother as they watched the struggle. "You'll have to break my fing-." Dark was cut off as his dad placed one large hand over his mouth and nose. After a minute and a half of holding his breath, Dark finally had to give in and let go. "That's cheating!," he said, breathing heavily; his father still carrying him down the stairs. It was only after he reached the bottom of the stairs that he realized he'd done the exact same thing to Daisuke. Cheaters must just run in the family.
"Dark, I'm doing this for your own good!," Eiichi insisted, walking to the door and dropping Dark on the porch, right beside the fresh cat corpse that went unnoticed. "You should take some time and reflect on yourself. I think it's best if you separate from Krad. You can come home when you're straight, just know this. I do it 'cause I love you!" And as the door slowly shut, Dark caught a glimpse of his mom mouthing the words 'gone in four days.' Upon hearing the lock click, it was made clear that his father meant business, much to his total despair. Dark sat on the porch for what seemed like forever, with nothing, but his phone to keep him company. Looking at the time, he saw that it was one in the morning and if that wasn't depressing enough, he was cold and barefoot. He called the first person he could think of.
Daisuke slowly opened the front door, wiping his eyes as he did. He'd never been one to wake up energetic, however, seeing Dark shivering on his doorstep was definitely something that heightened his senses.
"Dark, want do you want? Don't you have other people to bother at one in the morning? And why aren't you wearing any shoes?," Daisuke asked, annoyance clearly written on his face.
"Dai, it's freezing and I've been out here for like two hours. I got kicked out, so just let me in, please," Dark retorted, walking past Daisuke before the boy could even get a chance to respond. In reality, Dark was only outside for about fifteen minutes, but one could guess that the cold has the ability to make people get disoriented.
"W-what do you mean you've just been kicked out?"
"Just what I said, Dai. My mom mentioned something about me being interested in you and my dad flew off the handle, screaming about my semi-gayness. He got back earlier today, remember?" Daisuke nodded, recalling the random car in the driveway.
"But this shouldn't be anything new. I mean Krad's openly gay, right?," Daisuke asked, following Dark up the stairs towards his room. Why Dark was leading him to his own room, he was unsure.
"Yeah, Krad's gay, and he was cool with it. Well, not that he agreed with it, but he didn't really mind. I guess he figured if he still had at least one straight kid, he'd be fine. He said that it would be best if I distanced myself from Krad, because apparently his gayness is contagious. So out I went, and he locked the door behind me," laughed Dark, taking off his shirt and pants, before climbing into Daisuke's bed.
"So why are you here? And on top of that, in my bed?," Daisuke grumbled, his eyebrows twitching in frustration.
"I wanna stay with you until he leaves. No more than like three or four days." Time froze, and at that moment a very large, hypothetical gravestone materialized out of thin air and slammed the already light-headed Daisuke through his floor and into the ground below, stealing the life from him.
"No," the smaller teen whispered from across the room towards the back of his newfound 'roomie.' "Dark, you can't stay here! Why don't you go find another friend to burden? Go stay with Freedert!" Daisuke would be damned if he had to stay four days with this perv in such close proximity.
"Dude, her parents would flip."
"She lives alone!"
"Her apartment's too small."
"You've never even been!"
"I like sleeping with you more than I like sleeping with her."
"You've slept with her?"
"Yeah, wait. No, not technically. Almost."
"What do you mean almost?"
"It doesn't matter, Dai. When I said sleeping, that's exactly what I meant, not sex. Even if I did mean it that way, that statement wouldn't even have come out of my mouth, 'cause you're too chicken shit to do it. Hm, I guess I also almost fucked Free too, but no…nah, I wouldn't have."
"I'm not too scared to do it, I just don't ever feel like it and also, it's not like I'd care if you did sleep wth her...uh...i-in 'that' way. I was just curious, is all." Dark chuckled a bit, before being punched in the gut. "Stop laughing, and get out of my bed! There's a perfectly good couch for you over there!," Daisuke said shakily, pointing to his couch.
"But Dai, your bed's already so warm and I've been out in the cold for so long. You don't want me to get sick, do you?," Dark whined, making Daisuke feel a slight twinge of guilt, but it was soon replaced with suspicion.
"Dark, if you were worried about getting sick, wouldn't you have left your clothes on?," Daisuke asked, placing his hand on his hip and raising his eyebrow to add to his disposition of distrust.
"Body heat is best transferred through skin-to-skin contact," Dark stated quickly, smirking at Daisuke's apparent defeat.
"Just tonight, Dark. If you're still here tomorrow, you're on the couch," Daisuke spat at the violet haired boy, who was stretched over half of his bed. He cautiously walked over to the bed, still debating on whether or not sleeping with a perv was the smartest way to go. "Eh, I don't think this is such a good idea," Daisuke said, scratching the back of his head. Dark stared at him intently, before sitting up and tugging Daisuke closer to the bed.
"Come on, Dai. I won't bite…," Dark began, gripping Daisuke's wrist. "Unless you want me to."
"I find that very hard to believe," the smaller boy said smartly, all the while trying to remain calm.
"Why's that?"
"What do you mean, 'why's that?' Like you've never bitten me without my consent," Daisuke fumed, glaring down at his purple-haired man-to-be.
"Oh, please. I have perfectly good reasons for doing what I did." Daisuke tapped his foot as if waiting for Dark to continue. So eager to finally find some incling of logic behind Dark's many actions. "I needed to know what you tasted like." After a brief pause, Daisuke began to laugh uncontrollably.
"You're such a weirdo," Daisuke chuckled while clumsily climbing over Dark, trying to avoid as much contact as possible. It was almost like the running start one takes as they hastily switch off the lights and dive into bed, forever hoping nothing's going to slip from the darkness below and yank them - kicking and screaming into oblivion. Sadly, Daisuke had misjudged the distance to the other side of his bed and consequently, just as he landed, his knee struck Dark right in the ribs. All of his weight came pounding down onto the older teen, as if the Hulk had decided to test his might on a freshly packed human punching bag.
"Ah, fuck!," Dark cried out, before rolling out of bed and onto the floor in a desperate attempt to catch his breath and steady his focus. There he lay, shrouded in a blanket on the cold, hard floor.
"Oh my God. I am so sorry," Daisuke eeped, quickly hopping off of the bed to help Dark up. Having had a particularly high bed, Daisuke hadn't noticed how close Dark was as he struggled on the floor and thus, he ended up once again landing on the poor violet one, only this time crushing his lower back - an indirect kidney shot, if you will. "Shit! Sorry! Let me just-."
"S-stay!," Dark pleaded, holding his hand out as if to tell Daisuke not to move. The pain was so excruciating, Dark could do nothing, but lay on the floor and wait. As if he were afraid he would get up and fall to pieces. "I'm just gonna…just gonna lay here for a bit. Don't mind me."
"Damn it. I am so sorry, dude. Do you…uh, do you want me to get you some ice or like a pillow or something?," Daisuke said frantically on the brink of tears.
"No. What? Dai stop cryin'. What are you cryin' for?," Dark coughed out, in an attempt to laugh.
"I'm not-. I mean I wasn't crying," The red-head stated half-heartedly as he blatantly wiped fresh tears away. "Are you okay? I seriously didn't mean for that to happen. Ugh, please don't hate me! I'm so sorry!"
"What? How could you even ask me that? Of course I fuckin' hate you dude. You should clearly see from my battered and broken body that I wouldn't want to talk to you anymore. You're such a brutal person. I'm…God, I'm afraid to even look at you," Dark sputtered, sounding like he was really hurt.
"R-really?," Daisuke asked, clearly missing the note of sarcasm. At that, Dark turned away from the boy - even through his pain, and began to sniffle and pretend to silently cry. "Dark, seriously. It was an accident. Don't cry, please. I'm so sorry. I'll do anything," Daisuke whined crawling over to Dark and rolling him on his back. Dark looked at him, before slowly closing his eyes in what was apparently a injury induced sleep from what Daisuke could see, making the boy fear for the worst. Not wanting Dark to 'fade into darkness' due to possible internal bleeding and/or concussion, Daisuke slapped the shit out of the pseudo-sleeping teen. "Please don't die!"
"Uhn," Dark groaned, partly acting and partly because of the blood pooling in his mouth from that blow to the face. Daisuke saw the slightest trickle of blood roll from the corner of Dark's mouth and he automatically began to panic. He slowly began to back away from 'the body' looking scared beyond belief. So scared, in fact, that when Dark began to cough, letting little spurts of blood shoot from his mouth like a geyser, Daisuke almost ran for the door screaming like a character from the movie he saw earlier. Although Daisuke was seriously about to piss his pants, curiosity got the better of him and he decided to take a closer look.
"Dark?," Daisuke eeped, hovering over Dark, shaking violently as he did. He could hear a low humming, before a set of amethyst irises slowly opened to greet him with a growing smirk to compliment them. Dark began to laugh, all the while watching Daisuke's scared expression flicker through so many different emotions before settling on pure unadulterated anger. "You are such a douche."
"I had to, Dai. God, if you could only see your face right now," the older teen laughed, wiping the blood off his face.
"I'm not laughing, Dark. That was completely uncalled for."
"Awww. My wittle Daisuke was wowwied," Dark joked, putting on a little pouty face. As much as Daisuke wanted to maintain his death glare, he couldn't stop himself from smiling, even the tiniest bit.
"Stop being cute! I was honestly trying to apologize to you, but you never take me or anything else seriously!," Daisuke snapped, snatching his blanket from under Dark with some sort of newfound strength, making him flip onto the hardwood floor. He felt a little twinge of laughter creep up from the back of his throat as Dark winced having still been in pain, despite his little charade.
"Ow. Okay, I'll admit to fucking around too much, but I'm actually injured here and that was just rude. Now I appreciate what you were trying to do, but didn't I tell you about this already?," Dark answered softly - a hint of irritation lacing his words. As he spoke, he leisurely crawled his way towards the frightened red-head who was once on a He-man high, but now backed up to the side of his bed - afraid of the trouble he'd just gotten himself into. Apparently Dark in his irritated state seemed all the more intense when slowly moving out of the shadows with only the moonlight to illuminate him. The smaller boy could do absolutely nothing beyond pulling his comforter around himself; his only means of protection…if it could even be classified as protection that is.
"T-tell me about what?," Daisuke trembled, his wide eyes growing larger as the source of his fear steadily approached. Dark had a crooked smile painted on his face, so proud of this new fear instilled in his little puppet. He found it oddly cute to say the least. Just another thing to add on the list of reasons why he so enjoyed tormenting the boy. Dark proceeded to corner Daisuke until he was mere inches from his face, before tossing the comforter aside and leaving him defenseless.
"If you're gonna apologize to me…," Dark paused, staring Daisuke down for a moment and noticing that the guy was so nervous he couldn't even blink. "Do it with your body." Daisuke shuddered, releasing the breath he hadn't quite realized he was holding, all the while trying to figure out why Dark's words gave him a warm sensation in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps Dark's closeness was also a contributing factor.
"Whoa. Uh, um…w-well I could uh…wash your c-car or something. I mean, I've n-never washed a car before, b-but it should be okay," Daisuke stammered, avoiding the eyes of what he would call a predator.
"That's not…what I meant," Dark chuckled sinisterly, placing his hand on the floor right between Daisuke's trembling legs. Daisuke couldn't help, but to tense up and that, coupled with his tightening pajama pants made him all the more nervous. Luckily for him, the moonlight was at his back and his physical excitement went unnoticed.
"What do you want, then?," Daisuke asked, trying to back away from the hand he wanted all over him. This was impossible to do, however, due to the fact that he was trapped between a bed and a hard place. We can assume that Dark was just as hard as the metaphorical hard place…just so we're clear. Upon seeing Daisuke's obvious discomfort, Dark thought it best to remain somewhat oblivious and to continue with his ultimate goal of getting Daisuke hot and bothered. And so, the hand that was already extremely close to Daisuke's highly responsive delicates was placed ever-the-more closely. So close in fact, that Daisuke was basically sitting on the hand in question and Dark's forearm grazed gingerly past his victim's growing erection every time either one of the aforementioned parties took a breath.
"The way I see it…you owe me three apologies, Dai," Dark whispered leaning closer so that his words raised the very hairs on the back of Daisuke's neck. "And I don't take my apologies lightly." Daisuke chewed at his lower lip, just thinking of what perverted things Dark might want to do to him, but also how those very things might make him feel. It was tempting, of course - especially while involuntarily dry humping your tormentor's arm, however the fear of the unknown was a far greater setback than Daisuke could have imagined.
"Th-three? H-how…Oh God…How uh…how did you come up with…with that number?," Daisuke breathed, sounding a little frustrated what with losing his composure and all that jazz. Dark grinned, putting more pressure on his arm, earning a little whimper from his captive.
"I've been here all of thirty minutes and I've already been hurt three times. Not a nice way to treat your guests, Dai-chan. So I've got some broken ribs and stomped out kidneys, not to mention I feel like I ran into a wall. What kind of slap was that? Felt more like a punch, you little bastard."
"Uhn…Dark, I…I told you those were…ah, they were accidents," Daisuke moaned, knowing all too well he probably couldn't get away, but also that there was no way in hell he'd want to. "I even said I was…fuck I g-gave you an apology already."
"I haven't accepted it yet," Dark sighed, before removing his hand and arm from Daisuke's person and standing up to stretch. Daisuke stared at Dark in confusion as the taller boy grabbed a pillow and the discarded blanket off of the bed and moved over to the couch. Daisuke stayed where he was for a good two minutes straight, just staring until Dark finally came over, picking him up and placing him in his bed. It was hardly close to anything Daisuke was expecting him to do and there he lay patiently waiting for something more. When nothing, but a soft kiss followed - a kiss which however skillful, remained light and sweet even as the boy tried to deepen it, Daisuke let his body sink into his sheets, all the while wondering: What the hell just happened?
"Wait, wait, wait! He just left you there? No explanation or anything?," Freedert asked, yelling into her cell phone and she threw groceries into her cart. From an nearby onlooker's point of view, it almost seemed like she was just picking random stuff off of the shelves, however for someone who's only known dish is lasagna, Freedert knew exactly what she was picking up.
"Yeah, I just said that like four times," Daisuke whispered into the phone, having been hiding in his bathroom.
"And when was this?" Freedert raised her eyebrows in anticipation, so excited that Daisuke had finally taken some interest in who Freedert believes is 'the man of Daisuke's raunchy dreams.' Different senarios of how this miraculous event occurred flickered through her mind as she weaved her way through the aisles to the pasta.
"Last night or early this morning. Whatever the politically correct term, it happened and I want to know what the hell he was thinking."
"Daisuke, shouldn't you be asking him? It's not like I'm a mind reader and even if I were, it's not like he's still thinking what he thought at the time of the incident. Besides, I'd like to think that you'd have a better chance of figuring that out, what with being the same sex and all. I might act like a guy in some aspects, but I still have to shove tampons up my snatch every few weeks or so," she stated dryly, while dumping pasta into her cart.
"Eh, looks like I won't be eating breakfast. Thank you for that," Daisuke huffed, feeling the need to leave the bathroom and make his way downstairs.
"You're welcome sunshine. You know why don't y-. Oh hold on," Freedert said quickly, before a scuffling noise was heard. "Bitch, I was here first. Drop the sauce or I'll break your face." Daisuke's jaw dropped, shocked at how merciless women could be in a supermarket.
"Freedert, um...d-do you want me to just call you back?" The red-head fidgeted with the tassels of a cream colored pillow, watching his mother as she passed through the living room and into the kitchen.
"Nah, it's cool Dai. It wasn't even the sauce I wanted. But! It seems today was her lucky day. I just saved her from making a second rate chicken marsala. So there," said Freedert, placing the sauce back on the shelf.
"I didn't know you cooked that much." Daisuke found himself honestly surprised as Freedert didn't seem like the 'Susie Homemaker' type.
"I don't. I just saw her recipe and grocery list. This sauce is disgusting, so one can only speculate what disaster would have become of her dinner. She should be thanking me. Now...where was I? Oh yes! Why don't you just ask him? I'm sure he'd tell you straight out."
"Uh, that's a no go. He's really very intimidating. You know that!"
"I can also be very intimidating, Dai. I'll ask him for you, then. Put him on the phone," Freedert said, tapping her foot as she did.
"He's asleep. Wait I thought women knew all there is to know about men."
"Yeah, that's straight women, Dai. Straight women," she laughed, before continuing. "Listen, I've gotta check out, but I'll definitely call you back later. Good luck with everything and hey, just ask him, Dai. I mean what's the worst that could happen? Think about it." And with that, there was a small click signaling the end of the conversation - leaving Daisuke in the quiet and feeling more alone than ever.
"Just ask him, huh?," Daisuke sighed, letting his head fall back onto the couch as he stared up at the ceiling. After a few moments of thinking it over, the red-head shot up from his seat with a gleam in his eye, as if a light bulb had just gone off in his head. "Fuck that shit, I've got a better idea!" Daisuke tore up the stairs in a flurry of excitement until he got to his bedroom door where he then crept across the room to Dark's discarded pants, holding his breath all the while. After rummaging through the pockets, he found the object which was pivotal to his plan. Dark's phone. Just as he picked up the phone, Dark had begun to shift on the couch mere feet away from where Daisuke was, scaring the bejeezus out of the poor boy and making the device slip from his hands. In a crazy attempt to keep the phone from falling to its doom on the wooden floor, Daisuke engaged himself into what seemed like a hot potato balancing act. Fortunately for him, he caught the phone between his thumb and index finger seconds before it could touch the ground. The sweat from Daisuke's brow trickled from the tip of his nose and fell through the air in slow motion to land on the floor with a tiny splash that to the boy, who had until then been completely fixated on not making a sound, had an echo that could shake the Earth and all of its inhabitants. His eyes immediately darted over to his sleeping teen dream, and in not seeing any movement, he released the breath he'd been holding for a full two minutes. Once situated, Daisuke scrolled through Dark's contact list until he found the number he'd been searching for. He then added the number to his own phone, before shoving Dark's phone back into the discarded jeans and high-tailing it out of the room like his ass was on fire.
What the hell am I doing? Daisuke thought, the dull whirring of his phone making him all the more nervous. This is just so stupid. I could just hang up before he answers. But, wait he'll just call me back. Maybe not. Yeah, I should just hang up. That's what I'll do. 'Idiot, if you're gonna hang up, do it already.' You're totally right and dude, shut up. I don't talk to figments of my imagination and furthermore I don't li-. The sound of a voice at the other end of the phone had paralyzed any conversation Daisuke had had with the voice in his head.
"Hello?...He-llooo? Fucking prank callers."
"Hey! Satoshi...um it's me. Sorry about not saying anything. I thought you weren't gonna answer," Daisuke choked out, his voice cracking in the process. There was a long silence before Daisuke continued. "So...I was gonna ask you something...I don't know if it's appropriate, but I thou-"
"Who is this?," Satoshi asked, sounding as cold and unfeeling as usual. It was hard to tell if he was irritated at this point, but from the way he looks on a day-to-day basis it would seem that irritated is his default mood.
"I-it's Daisuke." This was followed by yet another long pause. "You know...I sit next to Dark in chemistry. Uh, you always glare at me when I wave at you...Hm...Oh! I let you borrow my pencil that one time, when you-"
"Yeah, you ruined my morning."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought I would ask you a few ques-"
"Right. I was enjoying my coffee and I thought to myself, 'What idiot would have the nerve to call me this early in the morning.' I guess I'm not surprised to know that it was you," Satoshi scoffed, taking a sip of his coffee and glancing at his newspaper.
"Uh, y-yeah. S-sorry about that, Satoshi. Uh, I won't call again. So I guess I'll uh...I'll see you at school then." Daisuke was just about to hang up, before a frustrated sigh came out of his receiver.
"What is it you want to know, Niwa?" A newfound hope lit up Daisuke's features like a beacon, and the boy couldn't help but to be overcome with bubbly laughter.
"Hehe, um. I wanted to know...well...well I wanted to see if...i-if um," Daisuke stammered, not sure if he should ask what was lingering on the tip of his tongue.
"Spit it out already. Jesus."
"You're gay, right?" Daisuke's question came out like a slap in the face, making Satoshi's coffee spew from his mouth onto the article he was currently reading.
"I'm hanging up now," Satoshi coughed out, his eyebrows twitching all the while as he wiped down his newspaper.
"No, no, no! Satoshi wait, please! I mean if you're not gay, just forget I ever said anything!," the red-head flailed still sitting in the hallway outside his room.
"Who the fuck told you I was gay?," Satoshi asked more out of shock than anger.
"Da- I mean no one! No one thinks you're gay. I just...you know...asked on a whim is all," Daisuke panicked, all the while fighting the urge to laugh.
"Dark put you up to this, huh?" Satoshi's calm composure seemingly reset itself.
"No! He doesn't even know I'm calling you! I just got the number from his phone, honest! But shhh! He's asleep."
"It's not like he can hear me, dumbass." A slight tinge of laughter escaped the bluenette making him seem, at least for the moment, a bit less scary than usual.
"Oh, yeah," laughed Daisuke, rolling over onto his stomach in the middle of the hall. "So are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Are you gay?...That is to say...into dudes, I guess?," Daisuke asked, moving his hands like people do when they're enunciating.
"I know what gay means, you idiot and I'm going to answer your question with a swift 'no comment.'"
"So you are gay then?"
"No!"
"So you're not gay then?
"No, Daisuke."
"No, as in you are gay? Or no, as in you're not sure if you're gay or not? Or no, as in maybe you're like Dark?" Daisuke was beginning to get confused and in his confusion, he began to pace before finding himself in front of a mirror in the hall. He proceeded to strike a pose.
"No! No, as in I'm not having this conversation with you. And what is 'maybe you're like Dark?' What the hell does that mean?"
"Well Dark likes women, but he also likes men. Or a man, namely me - and no, I'm not bragging. I was surprised to hear of it myself. I mean not that you like me, but rather that you also...maybe...possibly...just a little tiny bit...might be into men and/or a man too?"
"He told you he likes you, huh?"
"Well no. He didn't actually say it verbatim. I just know he wants to do stuff to me. Stuff you probably wouldn't do with other guys, I guess. Well I mean you would if you were in fact gay, but you aren't, although you said you were. Wait no you said you weren't, but you also said you weren't not gay too. But...then again yo-"
"Daisuke, shut up. Stuff, huh?"
"Y-yeah, you know...stuff. Um, stuff you might do with someone you like or stuff you might think or even dream about doing. You know like during class or maybe in the nurse's office or at home. Perhaps in a fitting room, in the car on the way home, while you're at work in the back room...you know on the floor maybe. Or maybe even in the mo-"
"And you've done this 'stuff' in all of these places? You guys do it anywhere, huh?," Satoshi asked, somewhat impressed with Daisuke's exploits, what with having thought him a bit of a prude.
"Oh God no! We've never done 'that' stuff! But! In all of these places he's done stuff to make me want to do 'stuff'...in and all over all of these places.
"Right, and you not doing said 'stuff' is why he's sleeping with you?"
"Oh, no. He got kicked out last night and that's why he slept over - on the couch, mind you. Not that I didn't want him...I mean sleeping in my bed...not like wanting him and his stuff...wanting him? Hm...Oh, yeah and that's what I was calling you for, 'cause I thought if you were gay you might be able to answer some questions for me." As Daisuke stared into the mirror, he watched himself go from pale to burgundy in an instant. Away from the mirror he went.
"I see, this is rare indeed. What made you think I was...how do you say...of the opposite persuasion?," Satoshi asked, sounding a bit more excited than curious.
"I just remember a friend saying that they really liked you, but that you probably weren't into guys and then Dark said that you were probably begging for a stiff one. I figured since you seemed closer to Dark than anyone else, he might know what he was talking about."
"Who is it, Niwa?"
"Whaaa? Satoshi, I can't tell you that! It was obviously a touchy subject with him, so it's not my place to just tell you these things!"
"If you tell me, I'll answer any question." It took Daisuke a moment to think about Satoshi's proposition before answering.
"Answer my questions first!," Daisuke said, balling up his fist and dawning the most intense expression of determination ever.
"What are you, stupid?"
"But...but what if I tell you and you go back on your word? I only have to say one word, whereas I have loads of questions and you might not even answer them truthfully."
"So, I see. You are a more worthy opponent than I had previously thought," Satoshi said, setting down his empty coffee cup and folding his newspaper in order to give the conversation his full attention. "Fine."
"Yes! Are you...in fact...gay?"
"Maybe."
"Yes or no, fool," Daisuke squealed excitedly. His mother walked by at that point staring at him awkwardly as she passed. Daisuke's eyes darted about, following her until she was out of sight.
"If I say yes, you can never tell a soul or I'll kill you. Is that clear?," Satoshi's tone was menacing to say the least forcing Daisuke, ashamedly to almost soil his pants.
"Y-yeah. I d-definitely believe you."
"Okay then. Yes."
"Oh my God! I totally knew it!" Daisuke began to play the air guitar, not even stopping when his mother passed on by.
"Shut up, Niwa," Satoshi sighed, a little embarrassed.
"So...do you have anyone in particular...that you have your sights set on?"
"I'll answer any question, but that one."
"But, you already said! Ah, what the hell. I'll leave out just that one! Hm, next. Are you a virgin?"
"Hell no."
"Why ya gotta say it like that? 'Hell no.' Like virgins ain't shit."
"'Cause they aren't and that makes you a virgin, I'm guessing?" Satoshi's tone was filled with hilarity, a very rare occasion.
"Uh...um...y-yeah. Dude shut up. It's a little embarrassing."
"Fine, if it's that sensitive of a topic for you. Although if I do say so myself, I wasn't the least bit surprised."
"Oh my God shut up. I'm gonna cry."
"Suck it up. If luck goes well you might not be a virgin when Dark goes home. Hell you don't even need luck. Just give him a hug and it'll happen."
"Hehe, right. Hm, let's see. You've slept with guys before?"
"Right."
"Oh! Oh, how does that work?," Daisuke asked, ready to give the entirety of his attention to the answer yet to come.
"What do you mean 'how does that work?' You mean you-...Oh, Niwa don't tell me you haven't the slightest clue."
"Well I mean I have a general idea, but I've been wrong about a bunch of stuff and I've been curious, because I really want to...uh, I mean...that is...uh, um," Daisue trailed off into silence, a little uncomfortable about the topic at hand.
"You want to have sex with Dark. Is that it?"
"Well yeah, I guess. Or maybe. I don't know. But let's say I did, what then? I mean how would that even work?"
"Dark would use your back entrance, naturally," Satoshi laughed, and yes it was almost a real laugh.
"My back entrance...? Oh fuck no! Naturally? That's so not kosher! Why does it have to be me? Why do you automatically assume that I'm the one takin' it in the ass? Can't I just as easily do it to him?," Daisuke nearly exploded, both of his hands balled into little fists as the reality stole over him. He feared for his life, he truly did.
"You are a little more feminine...a lot more feminine. I mean even I play your role. Besides. Why not try asking the person who's actually involved? It's not like you need my permission."
"Ask him? Are you crazy? What should I say? He might jump me or something! I'm small, I can't take him!"
"Calm down. Just tell him you want to fuck him. And don't worry, he's not going to jump your bones just yet. Dark has at least that much self-control," Satoshi stated, while pouring anouther cup of coffee.
"Okay, here goes...," Daisuke said as he entered his room, walking over to the couch.
"You're telling him now?" Daisuke no longer had the phone near his ear, as he approached Dark's slumbering figure. Satoshi was so daunted for the moment that his coffee began to overflow from his cup. Admittedly, he was minutely afraid of what was to come, even though he wasn't physically in the vicinity.
"Dark. Dark, get up 'cause I wanna fu-," Daisuke began, before bringing the phone back up to his ear. "Wait, do I have to say fuck? Never mind. Dark, I wanna screw you...please."
"Mm...not...not right now," Dark mumbled turning over on the couch to continue in his sleep.
"I know. Not right now, of course, but eventually. I just thought I should tell you," Daisuke said, sitting on the end of the couch. "Satoshi, I think he heard me, but it might not be registering the way I want it to. You know 'I wanna screw you' can still mean 'I want you to fuck me.' Either way, I'm gettin' fucked in the ass. This is terrible."
"I honestly don't care. It's not like I'll be there. If you're about to do 'stuff', just let him know you want to top him, I guess."
"Okay, got it. Um, Dark...," Daisuke began. He could hear Satoshi smacking his hand to his forehead over the phone, but chose to ignore it. "Dark, when it does happen, I want to be on top, 'kay?"
"Dai, please...just...just let me sleep like twenty...thirty more minutes, then you can ride me...all you want. Okay?...Just shut up now," Dark said, after which, he covered his head with a pillow.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear that," Satoshi shuddered pushing his coffee away.
"Did you hear that? He still thinks he's gonna put that...that thing inside of me!," Daisuke whispered hastily into the phone.
"Damn it, Niwa. I was pretending to not have heard it. That thing? It almost sounds as if you're scared of it."
"Have you seen it? I don't have hips built for babies. No, I'm exaggerating, but I'm sure it'll hurt like hell if I don't get my way."
"You don't have much of a choice. I doubt Dark will want to take it lying down."
"Dude, what am I gonna do?"
"How 'bout telling him you want to pitch?"
"What? Dude, I don't play baseball."
"Just shut up and say it," Satoshi said, getting a bit irritated at this point.
"Okay, Dark I know you're tired, but I just wanted to tell you...um I know it might sound weird, but um, I think I want to pitch?," Daisuke asked, a little unsure of what he was saying. At that moment, Dark threw the pillow onto the floor, sat up, and snatched the phone from Daisuke. Daisuke was so shocked by the sudden reaction, it was as if he had been petrified - his hand still up to his ear where the phone should have been.
"What the fuck are you teaching him?" It would seem that a cranky Dark is not a nice sight to see in the morning.
"Ah-ha, so it would seem that we've royally pissed you off, hm?"
"Cut the bullshit, Sato. You just fucked up a great sleep and a priceless dream, ya dickwad."
"You have an innocent red-head leaning over you, begging you to have sex with him and you're pissed about a dream?"
"No, you ju-," Dark seethed, cutting himself off, pausing to think for a moment. He continued revelling in his thought process for a full minute with Satoshi chuckling evilly in his ear, until he finally came to a conclusion. 'Dark...want to...screw you...on top...gonna hurt like hell...baseball.' Nah, forget the baseball. 'innocent red-head...begging...sex. Red-head? Then it clicked. Dark turned around with the confusion still on his face. Sure Daisuke's an innocent red-head, but Dark was sure that the boy was only capable of begging to be fucked in dreams. That Daisuke would actually be asking for it for real was what threw him so off-balance. "Sato, I don't think it was a dream, but I still can't believe it."
"Eh, Dark I've gotta talk to you," Daisuke said only to be silenced moments later with the single movement of a hand. Dark paused for a moment, then left the room, apparently immersed in heated conversation with the bluenette. When Dark returned, the atmosphere was nothing short of awkward. "Da-"
"I used your toothbrush," Dark said quietly, standing in the doorway.
"Oh, okay. That's kind of gross, but whatever." Daisuke could feel himself fidgeting as the tension in the room just reverberated off of him in waves.
"Listen, I-," Dark said, trailing off after glancing over the phone in his pants, seeming a little put off.
"Dark, I need to ask you about last night."
"What about last night?" Dark had hoped Daisuke wouldn't bring it up. Why he expected as such is beyond all human comprehension.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't stand there and pretend I'm crazy," Daisuke demanded, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks.
"Oh, last night, Dai. What the hell was this morning?"
"Dark, don't change the subject! Is there something you can't tell me? Or is it that you won't, 'cause you're dancing around the question like a stripper on a pole!"
"Now's as perfect a time as any, 'cause this morning and last night go hand-in-hand! So I get a little too close and wake up to find Satoshi grilling me about outing him to the general public and Free is blowin' up my fucking Twitter wall ranting about how cold and insensitive I am for leaving you with quote/unquote blue baby balls!," Dark fumed, tossing his phone over to Daisuke.
"I wouldn't need to confide in anyone else if you'd just tell me what you're thinking! God it's like a fucking puzzle with you. I never know if you're serious, and when you are, I think you're joking!." Daisuke threw the phone on the couch and strode across the room, getting in Dark's face, which by the way is slightly hilarious because of the obvious height difference. "Last night, I mean one moment you were all in my space and the next, you just up and walk away. You'd think an explanation would've been appropriate!," he yelled, his eyes brimming with the beginnings of an anger-fueled river of tears.
"Dai, don't blame me if you can't detect sarcasm, even when it right there practically staring you in the face. And oh, right. Here we have a prime example of the pot calling the kettle black. You are the epitome of the word tease!" Dark had become just as, if not more pissed off as Daisuke, advancing on him until he'd been pushed into a corner.
"Me, a...a tease?"
"Oh, yes! You act as if all of my advances are purely for my benefit! As if you ever tell me to stop at any point in time, yet when I do, you expect some sort of reason! Like you're pissed off that I didn't wait around for you to stop me yourself! One day I'm a sick son of a bitch and the next, you're begging me to fuck you before I can even get my eyes open! You've got all these barriers and you wonder why I always leave you wanting more. I don't want to get my hopes up starting something I can't finish, but you're only happy when you get what you want out of it."
"It's not...It's not e-even like that!," Daisuke screamed, his voice now a bit raw from crying.
"What is it like then? Please enlighten me. I'm just dying to hear this."
"I...I n-never tell you t-to stop, because I...I n-never want you to." Dark up until that point hadn't realized Daisuke was crying to the extent to where he was breathing in little spasms like most do when they're in the middle of a hardcore bawl. Being a sucker for weeping damsels in the truest form, he let his 'insta-rage' subside, lest he scare Daisuke into crying even harder. "I'm just not used t-to you doing what...w-what you do."
"Dai, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry," Dark said, taking Daisuke's hand and pulling him closer. Daisuke was a little relunctant to move, but did anyway on the account of him crying in a corner made him all the more emo. When Daisuke refused to move any further, Dark closed the space between them, planting a kiss on Daisuke's lips. "Here, let me make you feel better," he said, guiding Daisuke towards the wall from whence he came; strong arms wrapped tightly about his waist.
"D-Dark, you don't have to...You know, I-I'm not even...really crying," Daisuke said, wiping the tears from his eyes as he felt himself being moved backward. He was, in fact, fully aware that he cries more often than any normal person would; averaging at about two 'bawl your eyes out' cries a month - this being one of them. "See, I was faking...You see?" Dark continued laying kisses on the boy's mouth even through his conversation.
"Right, not even the best actress could cry like that," Dark answered back, pulling the red-head's shirt off and tossing it to the floor, before attacking the newly revealed flesh. Pressing the boy against the wall with his body, he left no room for escape as his tongue rolled over Daisuke's being amidst a barrage of violent kisses. The boy's head swam, gripping onto Dark's shoulders as the older teen placed a leg between his, creating a friction that bordered on mind-numbing. A large hand placed firmly on Daisuke's hip ensured that Dark was the only one in control and Daisuke couldn't have any more than he was getting, even should he wish it, and oh...did he wish it.
"W-why actress," Daisuke asked breathless, trying so hard to focus on the conversation at hand and not the mouth that was forcing him to come undone. Dark just let out a sultry laugh, continuing in his mission to render the boy helpless. "No, I s-seriously don't get it. I mean a-are you saying that um...th-that I'm feminine? Yeah, that's wh-" Daisuke stopped dead in the middle of his sentence, staring wide-eyed at the purple-haired guy who now had a hand down his pants. The death grip on Dark's shoulders had increased ten-fold. Daisuke had now become scared shitless.
"Wow." This was all that Dark could say, having encountered the unexpected. Dark had thought for the most part that Daisuke being super petite meant he would also have a small dick as well. Contrary to popular belief, Daisuke was surprisingly a little above average in that category. Not believing the object in his hand could be physically possible, the astounded teen pulled down the offending clothing blocking it from view in order to see for himself, completely ignoring the shocked expression of said object's owner. "Nice, Dai," Dark stated casually, before taking Daisuke's member in hand, once again and stroking it gently. How Dark could be so uncouth about jacking another guy off sent Daisuke's mind sputtering out of control. That, coupled with the fact that this act in Daisuke's limited experience was virtually taboo.
"D-don't," Daisuke protested, placing his small hands on Dark's chest before Dark had yet again recaptured his mouth, masterfully quelling Daisuke's empty resistance. Daisuke quickly gave in to the kiss, Dark's tongue sliding over his inciting a slow yearn for more with the seconds that passed. Daisuke tensed, feeling his breath speed up as well as his heartbeat, seemingly in sync with the increased rate at which Dark's hand slid up and down his length.
"Dai, just relax and enjoy it," Dark whispered into Daisuke's hair, noting that the boy was still nervous beyond belief. Daisuke attempted to calm himself down, breathing in Dark's scent and letting go of any train of thought or reservations he might have had about completely giving himself up. He let his eyes slide shut, hightening his senses - intensifying every kiss so that it lingered on his skin and the surrounding air colliding with the moistened flesh created a sensation electrifying his follicles so that his hair stood on end. Every last stroke of his manhood elicited either a whimper or moan drawn from the very pit of his stomach to be released in a bout of vocal ecstacy. Dark couldn't help, but to smile at the sight of Daisuke unabashedly vocalizing in response to something he did and it was at that point that Dark decided to vary his speed, driving Daisuke nearly to tears with painfully slow strokes, then speeding up just when he was at his breaking point. After a few forceful pumps, the spasms in the depths of Daisuke's nether regions ceased and he came with an intensity that called forth a moan which echoed throughout the room, and most likely the rest of the house as well. Daisuke threw his head back, eyes fluttering open with a distant look of utter bliss, having never felt anything like what he'd just experienced. The quiet laughter coming from Dark, who for the last twenty seconds Daisuke had completely forgotten was in the room and for that matter who'd given him the gift of this unique experience, brought Daisuke back from his euphoric high only to send him back to his default state of nervousness.
"What?," Daisuke inquired, putting on his discarded clothes all the while feeling a bit dirty with the way Dark was staring at him. Dark held out his hand which was completely dripping with Daisuke's cum, smirking all the while. A vibrant blush flourished across Daisuke's face and he placed a hand on the back of his neck feeling embarrassed in every sense of the word. "That's...uh...well...that's the first time a-anyone's ever...done that to me."
"That's the first time I've ever done that to someone," Dark chuckled, before bringing his hand up to his mouth. Daisuke's eye grew stark wide not believing what Dark was planning to do.
"Ugh, d-don't! Dark that's ki-" Daisuke squeaked, grabbing Dark's wrist before he could get a chance to lick his palm.
"Don't you even want to try it? It's a night of firsts and I've never tasted it, another guy's jizz, that is." [Haha. Rhymes.]
"You mean you've tasted your own?," Daisuke was shocked, not beleiving that Dark, of all people, with his exploits would even have the time to jack off. Dark nodded casually, then licked his palm, even with Daisuke's hand on his wrist. He paused for a moment, then proceeded with licking the rest of his hand as well. Before he could finish, curiosity got the better of Daisuke and he took Dark's hand, licking the tips of his fingers. It was a little salty, but also somewhat bitter to the taste, almost like cashews. It wasn't bad so Daisuke took two of the fingers in his mouth, licking them clean. Neither Dark nor Daisuke had realized that Emiko had been standing there since the beginning of Daisuke's climax and was now watching motionlessly as Daisuke licked Dark's cum-covered digits spotlessly clean. Daisuke sucked each of Dark's fingers clean individually, staring at him the entire time - making innocence appear ever-so-seductive. When it seemed like he was finished, Dark crushed his mouth to the boy's, biting his lower lip in a desperate plead for entrance. Daisuke obliged, his arms automatically intertwining themselves around Dark's neck. Emiko cleared her throat in an attempt to catch the boys' attention, however, they were too involved with each other to notice.
"Eh-hem!," Emiko enunciated, snapping the guys from their daze - Dark, immediately hiding his right hand as if there had been any evidence left on it what-so-ever and Daisuke, stepping a few feet away from Dark as if he was not just sucking face seconds earlier.
"M-mom! I-I uh...I...how long uh...h-have you been s-standing there?," Daisuke panicked, scared out of his wits. Dark, however seemed as calm as a summer day, smiling at Emiko and recieving a radiant grin in return.
"Oh, now...Let's not put a time limit on it, hm? I've seen enough to know what's going on. I just wanted to let you know that lunch is ready." Her voice was calm, but anyone could see that she was overflowing with joy. "Now, you boys just wash up and come downstairs." She found herself giggling when she said 'come downstairs.' "And also...um, take your time. I can always reheat it for later." She glanced at the both of them once more and skipped out of the room, after first winking at Daisuke in what she thought was her way of showing that she approved. Once she shut the door behind her, she rushed back to the kitchen, yanked Towa from whatever she was up to and together they ran over to tell Dark's mother the news that would have the three of them giggling for weeks to come.
DAISUKE'S POV
The rest of the weekend went by pretty smoothly. Dark had been borrowing my dad's clothes, which fit for the most part with the help of a belt, of course so there wasn't really a need to go over to his house just yet. We hadn't really done anything more since the incident with my Mom walking in on us, because let's face it - it's awkward. I keep getting the feeling that she's just waiting for something to happen so she can secretly watch and tell all of her friends. It's like she just too happy. It ultimately creeps me out, to say the least. Dark doesn't really have a problem with it, but he's pretty blasé about stuff like that anyway.
I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock, which by the way, was set so that when it went off, there was no alarm, but the blaring of a selected radio station. The alarm setting just makes me want to rip my friggen ears off. At least with the radio, I can wake up to classical music. I did not know at the time, that Dark had been messing around with my stations, so instead of waking up to Moonlight Sonata, I woke up to some dude ranting about how some chick thinks she's cooler than him. You can imagine, I wasn't a happy camper. Not only was this hot mess playing in my ear, but I couldn't reach the off button, because Dark had his legs and arms wrapped around me in some sort of full body chokehold. I hadn't known he was fond of cuddling until just recently.
"Dai, c'mon. Turn that shit off," Dark murmured, pulling me closer to his body as he did. I stretched my arm out as far as I possibly could, and still I was at least three feet away from my clock. As I tried to pull away from Dark, in an attempt at moving to my side of the bed, his arms tightened allowing him to bury his face in my neck. There was absolutely no hope. "Dude, don't be selfish."
"Dark, I-I can't get to it. If you'd let me go, I can turn it off," I said, struggling against his barrier.
"Oh," he sighed, loosening his hold, but never letting go. It was, however, enough leeway for me to get to my nightstand. I turned off the wretched device and snuggled up closer to Dark, fully aware that I needed to be up in about five minutes. I could definitely get used waking up with a warm, strong body curved against me. I guess there's a sense of security in it all.
"Hey, are you getting up?," I asked, nudging Dark with my elbow. I turned in his arms to face him and as I turned, I curled my legs up. My legs, having been intertwined with his, consequently brushed up against his groin - accidently, mind you. I swear. 'Right...' I could feel him shiver in response, his hand tightening a bit on my thigh.
"I am now," Dark joked, laughing quietly.
"I meant for school, ya perv," I laughed as well, wrapping my arm around him and running my hand up his back. I brought my body closer to his, making my thigh brush up against him once more.
"Not if you keep acting like this." I smiled, pushing Dark onto his back and climbing on top of him. His hands trailed up my thighs to resituate themselves on my ass. I began leave feather-light kisses all along Dark's neck and chest, before making my way to his now pert nipples. "Dai, kiss me."
"It'll be digusting though. We've got morning breath," I said, winding my hips down in a slow grind, making Dark's hardness ever-the-more prominent.
"I don't care," Dark breathed, forming his hand into a fist in my hair. I kissed him slow, sucking on his lips gently. I could tell Dark was getting impatient, because every time he would bring his hips up to meet mine, I'd move out of the way, slowly but surely bring him closer to frustration. Deepening the kiss, I began to move faster, wrenching a tiny sigh from Dark, which kinda pissed me off, because I was expecting something a bit louder. Determined to get at least a moan out of him, I slipped my hand into his boxers and started pumping the shit out of his 'junk.' I'm sorry. You know dick is a pretty weird word to just be casually talking about. 'Dude, grow up!' I mean, whatever. So anyway, I'm trying my hardest to get him to do something and all I get for this is 'Mmm.' That's all the noise he made and all the while, his eyes were closed. At this point, I'll admit I was a bit infuriated to say the very least. I got off of Dark, pulling his boxers down a bit so that I could freely access his dick. Oh my God, I said it. What now, fool? 'You my friend, are an idiot.' I had to mentally prep myself for what I was about to do. After a brief pause, I proceeded to move on to my first attempt at fellatio. 'Why don't you just say something less Merriam Webster?' Like what? 'Like blow job, head, brain, or any number of things dude.' It's obvious you know what I meant, you tool. After arguing with the douchebag voice in my head, I took Dark's junk in my hand, then put my mouth on it, puffing my cheeks out and attempting to blow. Looking up to see his expression, Dark's eyes had popped open with the most confused look on his face. He sat up and glanced at me, with my mouth full of dick and my cheeks full of air. Then he began to laugh and this was no ordinary laugh. No, no...this was one of those moments where a person laughs so hard, that after the first initial wave of laughter, they continue, but they don't even make a sound. The laugh that makes you cry, because your stomach hurts so bad from laughing. I must say though, that at the time I didn't realize what was so funny. So you can imagine the 'what-the-fuck' look I might have had.
"Mwahk," I asked, still throat deep in dick. Dark continued laughing, even as he watched the spit drip down my chin still trailing from his junk as I took it out of my mouth. "What? What is so goddamn funny?"
"Wh-what were you...what were you doing?," Dark choked out clutching his gut as he continued laughing. I looked at him like he was stupid.
"I was giving you head, I thought. You know, like they do on those videos you have."
"Dai...D-Dai, sh-show me how you do it," Dark said, wiping the tear tracks off his face.
"No, you'll just laugh at me."
"I won't. I...I promise." Dark put on a straight face, just waiting on me to demonstrate. I put my mouth on his dick once more, puffing my cheeks up with air and bobbing my head up and down in what seemed to be the proper blow job etiquette, at least as far as I knew. Dark maintained his straight face for a few more moments, but soon a smile broke out and Dark began to make the little noises you make when you're about to laugh, but you're trying not to.
"Dark, you said you wouldn't laugh!," I whined, after first removing the obstruction from my mouth. I don't even know what he thought was so funny.
"I know...I'm s-sorry."
"You didn't like any of the stuff I did, huh?" Dark seemed surprised at that question, raising an eyebrow as well.
"N-no. It was really good, for the most part, Dai," Dark said, being completely serious. "Except for that kiss. That was disgusting."
"I told you it was a bad idea." Just as I said this, there was a light knock on the door. Dark covered himself and immediately pretended to be asleep, and I, not having enough time to get into an appropriate posistion, acted like I was fixing my curtain. My grandfather opened the door, shielding his eyes at first. I'm guessing he was afraid of what he might see.
"Um, I was coming to remind you. If you're not riding to school with your boy...uh friend, then you should get a move on it, because the last train should be at the station in 20 minutes." After conveying this message he left, shutting the door behind him.
"Shit...I've got to get ready. Are you not going?," I asked, standing up to stretch.
"I'm gonna stay here."
"What are you gonna do all day?," I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"I don't know. I'll figure something out."
"I'm not gonna come home to find you rummaging through my underwear drawer, am I?"
"Dai, if I wanted your underwear, I'd wait until you got back and take the ones you're wearing."
"That's disturbing," I laughed, before hastily getting ready for school.
Luckily I made it to school on time. My hair was still a bit wet, but it was okay for the most part. As I entered first period, I made it my mission to seek out Satoshi and thank him for helping me out the other day. As suspected, he was already in class when I got there, being that he's always earlier than everyone else.
"Satoshi! Hey," I said, waving cheerfully in his direction. He seemed like he was annoyed with me, but at least he didn't glare this time.
"Niwa," he said, tilting his head towards me.
"So...I wanted to thank you for not hanging up on me. I really appreciate your help," I beamed, taking Dark's seat, so I could talk to him.
"So, how di-" Satoshi was cut off, because as he was talking, Riku stood right between us, breaking our eye contact. I can just imagine the look he might be giving the back of her head.
"You never called!," Riku fumed, tapping her foot in frustration.
"You didn't ask me to. Besides, who would call you after you make a scene and have me chasing after you while the waiter wonders why we skipped the part about paying for dinner?"
"You should've called!," Risa said, stepping in.
"I didn't ask you to chase after me!," She sneered, waving her hand in my face.
"Yet, if I didn't, you'd be pissed that I didn't call and because I didn't chase after you, knowing full well that you asked for neither and I'm not obligated to do either one."
"That's beside the point!," Risa chimed in once again with her hands on her hips.
"You're beside the point, Risa. Where the fuck do you even come into the equation? Why don't you go count those crayons like a normal special girl?" Risa stared at me for a moment, then walked off starting a conversation with one of her friends.
"Don't talk to her like that!," Riku yelled, glaring at me with disgust.
"She's not even over here anymore. Get off my dick, please." Satoshi, who until then had remained withdrawn, got up from him seat and walked around to get a better view of the confrontation.
"Okay, what would you do in this situation," Riku turned towards Satoshi, who then looked like he regretted ever leaving his seat. "You really like this guy, right?"
"Like totally like this guy." Risa hand wandered back over.
"And then you find out that he has a crazy homo crush on this really hot guy..." I noticed that Riku uses her hands for emphasis...a lot.
"Like totally hot. Kinda like the sun, but hotter. Like a star or something." Satoshi glanced at Risa, then Riku, and on to me, seeming pissed beyond all hope of return to normalcy. I couldn't help, but to laugh and Risa made a gagging face at me.
"And! Not only is he madly obsessed with the hottest guy in school, but he has a date with you...," Riku said, having been tapping her foot this entire time. It was beginning to drive me crazy.
"Oh! This is getting too good! You should definitely take up writing, Riku. You tell good stories."
"Please, just get to the point," Satoshi demanded, glaring at me for getting him in this situation.
"Okay, okay, okay! You get on the date and find out the super hot guy is at every place you go with his lesbian skank..." Riku put extra emphasis on the word 'skank.' I half wished Freedert were there to punch her face in.
"I know...you aren't referring to me, bitch," Freedert said coolly. Apparently she had some stuff she needed to give Mr. Nakamura. Talk about scary timing. 'I'll say.' Riku rolled her eyes, as Freedert walked over to our little group. "Hey Dai. Creeper," she said smiling at me and then at Satoshi. Satoshi gave her a curt nod, even though he hates when she calls him that. If it had been anyone else, he might have stopped their heart. "Go on slut, continue your story." Freedert's tone was sweet, but it had sort of a bitter air to it that bordered on homicidal.
"Wait, who's the creeper? The hot lesbian guy following skanks around?" Everyone decided to ignore Risa for the time being.
"Uh, well..um," Riku began. I'm guessing she was a little nervous at this point with a bunch of people staring at her.
"If everyone could take their seats, we'll start class now," Mr. Nakamura stated, taking out his roster.
"Shove it, Nakamura," Freedert said calmly, waiting to finish the story.
"Young lady, I-" Nakamura was put on 'hush-mouth' when Satoshi passed him a glare that made me almost piss my pants. It was that serious. Everyone was staring now and Riku struggled to continue.
"Well, like I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted...Freedert."
"Bitch, stop trying to be hard and get on with the story," Freedert said, cracking her knuckles.
"The hot guy and his lesbian SKANK seemed to be everywhere you look. Now all of your advances are for naught, because the guy you like is paying more attention to them than he is to you," Riku stated, staring at Freedert all the while. Freedert made a face at Riku as she started taking out her earrings, handing them to Satoshi in the process.
"You tried to feel me up during the whole movie. Your chances would've been slim even had they not been there," I said, needing to clear that up.
"Hold these, Creeper. Riku, do you really want to start with me right now? I mean I'm booked with fights up until 3:30, but I'll make a special exception for you."
"Daisuke, I think you better handle your friend, lest she get her ass whooped this mornin'," Riku taunted, jumping up and down in place like she was ready to fight.
"Call me a skank, shit...lil' girl don't know who she messin' with. Mhm, tell you what's triflin' this ho right here...she didn't even wear any panties on said date. If that doesn't scream desperate, then I don't know what does." When Freedert suddenly 'got ghetto' still isn't clear to me.
"That is kinda ho-ish," Risa said, nodding to herself.
"My God, Risa, shut up. Like you don't wear special lingerie when the postman drops off a package," Riku scoffed, turning on her sister.
"That's different. We're involved."
"He's fourty, yo' sleezy ass."
"He drives a benz!"
"Like that's any excuse," Riku said, rolling here eyes for the umpteenth time.
"Both, you and your sister are tramps, the way I see it," Satoshi asserted.
"Yo, you a asshole," Riku yelled, throwing a punch and missing. Satoshi ducked and Freedert came at Riku with a sucker punch. Riku stood there in a discombobulated state and someone in the back of the class sounded off the classic 'FINISH HIM' from Mortal Kombat. Freedert got her with a headbutt to the face.
"Lacrosse, baby! Lacrosse, what!," Freedert said all pumped up, bumping her chest to Satoshi, who was just standing there. I could not believe how vicious girls could get.
"I'm not with her," Risa said, pointing to her unconscious sister and walking back to her seat. Nakamura gave Freedert a 'you-know-you're-in-trouble' glance and she automatically conceded.
"Anyone wanna walk me to the principal's office?" More than half of the class raised their hand.
"Just go, Freedert," Nakamura sighed, just ready to have his class back.
"See ya, guys. Dai, I'm coming over later. Gotta tell you about the class trip. Besides, we need some serious face time." With that, Freedert skipped out of the room, no one even bothering to help Riku off of the floor.
"Niwa, don't ever ask me for help again. Everyone you meet goes ape shit and I end up turning into Jerry Springer," Satoshi groaned, walking back to his desk.
"Daisuke, you are aware that your name isn't Dark Mousy, are you not?," Mr. Nakamura inquired, hinting at the fact that I was still situated in Dark's seat.
"I am aware of that, sir."
"Then would you mind telling my why you are sitting in his desk?"
"Because whether my ass is here or there, I'm in a desk and willing to learn?" Nakamura's eyes got wide, but he otherwise didn't say anything. Why this guy lets people walk all over him, I can never understand.
"Seems like someone finally grew a pair," Satoshi stated dryly. I couldn't tell if he was making a joke or what. I just laughed along anyway. "So, how did it go?"
"How did what go?"
"Stuff."
"Oh! I got my first hand job, I tasted cum for the first time, I gave my first partial hand job, and I attempted to give some head. I think I failed miserably on the head, though." Satoshi looked genuinely surprised as if he couldn't believe it, or rather, he couldn't believe that I actually told him.
"Failed, how?"
"He laughed at me. Like really laughed. He went on for a while too. Even asked me to show him again so he could laugh." Satoshi thought about it for a moment, then stared at me, eyes wide.
"You blew him, didn't you?" I was confused. Of course I did. Isn't that what I just said?
"What do you mean? Yes, I blew him, this morning in fact."
"Niwa, you suck. Don't blow," Satoshi said, before opening his notebook.
"What do you mean, 'I suck?' I didn't even do anything to you and I thought guys loved to get blown!" I was completely lost.
"No, you idiot. You suck dick when you're giving blow jobs. You never blow."
"Well why is it called a blow job, if you don't blow? It should be called a suck job, if all you do is suck. Although blow job does sound cooler."
"Think about it. Common phrases: 'Suck my dick.' 'cause that's what you do," Satoshi shrugged his shoulders and continued taking notes. How he could take competent notes while having a conversation like this is beyond me.
"But, they also say 'Blow me.' So what does that entail?"
"It's essentially the same thing. Just know next time, if you suck instead of blowing, he won't be able to say anything, much less laugh. That is, if you do it right."
"Gotcha." It was then that I noticed a blonde girl with pigtails staring at Satoshi and I with her mouth wide open. "Wanna blow me?" Her mouth snapped shut and she turned away immediately. I can't believe I just said that. "Oh, Satoshi, I forgot to tell who it was."
"Who was what?"
"The guy who's really into you."
"And? Who is it?"
"Why, it's Krad, of course." It was the first time I'd seen Satoshi smile, and like I thought, it suited him. It seemed as though I was experiencing a ton of 'firsts' in such a short period of time. I'd even just seen my first real 'cat fight' as ridiculously short as it was and as I walked home from the train station, I realized that it was the first time I'd ever wanted to get home so fast in my life. What was so different about it today, that every person I passed either walked too slow or was in my way to some extent. When I finally got to my door, a stray glance across the yard warranted me the first cat corpse I'd ever seen. I burst into the threshold of my home, dropped my things, and dashed upstairs to find Dark playing Soul Calibur. And what of all things to say after racing home to see someone? "Dark! Stop what you're doing! I wanna fucking blow you!" And Dark did as he was told; the controller slipping from his palms in slow motion, just as the look of wonder appeared on his face. And I stood there, the mirror image of determination - so ready redeem myself and then, as if to add to the irony, Dark said:
"Well, that's a first."
So, I guess that's it for Chapter 11. I hope it wasn't too bad. XD Review Pweez!
Oh, on another note, if anyone has any suggestions for a class trip, they'd be greatly appreciated. ^ ^