Author's note: Is anyone in a really big hurry for this to be over, or should I just let this go naturally. Part three and four are what happen when I rush. One, two, and five are the natural rate of progression. Which do you prefer? In this part, everything goes wrong.
Dislcaimer: Don't own.
Warning: Yaoi, Taito fluff/angst, and eventual, hopefully, Takedai (one-sided). This isn't the end.
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Author: Rae (penname)
Title: Weekend Rain
Content: Turmoil and yaoi.
By the time they reached Takeru's apartment building, Daisuke had a plan.
"Let's call Ken." He shot Matt a beseeching gaze that the blonde rolled his eyes at.
"That's not plan, that's a copout. Try again." He was openly laughing at the disgusted look on the other's face.
"Fine." Daisuke huffed. "Question: if we're going to fix this, I need to know something. Do you love him?" Matt paused in front of the elevator, his arm extended to push the call button that would bring it down. Dai pushed it for him.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His face took on a thoughtful expression. "How would you know?" He looked at the younger teen questioningly. "What are the signs?"
With a sign of frustration, Daisuke pushed him into the elevator and followed. "Since when did I become Mr. Answerman?" He jabbed at the floor button, then looked at Matt. The blonde was looking at him expectantly, and he growled in his throat. "You do realize that you're, like, three years older than I am, right? I'm also Davis, the nuisance, who rushes in without thought, who tries to get his friends and self killed at least twice a week."
"I don't believe half that crap, and you shouldn't, either. I've seen the way you can be sometimes. I know that a lot of the stuff you pull could be avoided, but I think that you dislike wasting the time it would take to think it out. I figure that that's probably why you do poorly in school, also. You just don't like homework." With a weary glance, Daisuke nodded slowly, thinking those words through. "Now, what I'm asking, is that you take what patience you have, and come up with a plan in...Forty-five seconds. After you tell me what love is."
"Jeez, no pressure, huh?" The elevator stopped. He growled in frustration. "Love is the feeling that you don't want to wake up without knowing that a certain other person is also going to wake up. How's that?" They walked off the elevator, and to the door of the apartment. Daisuke stopped Matt as he reached for the knob. "So explained, are you in love with him?"
After a moment's hesitation, Matt shook his head. With a twist of the doorknob, they were in. Dai shut the door. With a look around the empty living room and hallway, Matt spoke to him quietly. "I love him. As more than a friend, as a...lover? I'm not 'in love' with him, because I'd like to think that my feelings are the same as his, and if being 'in love' is too little for him, then I'll give him all of it. I'll love him from now until forever, if he'll forgive me for today and the last four years of denial."
They looked up as Takeru walked toward them from his mother's room. "He's taking a moment. Be gentle, Yamato, whatever you do." Matt nodded, then turned to Daisuke who was standing thoughtfully behind him.
"What's the plan?" Takeru looked at him in surprise. He hadn't thought that his brother would give so much trust into Dai's keeping as to have the auburn-haired youth solve his love life.
With an expression of mock seriousness, Daisuke looked him in the eye. "This is really difficult, so listen well, and follow my instructions to the letter." He waited for Matt's encouraging nod as Takeru grinned at them. "Go back there, sit beside him, put your arms around him...wait, sorry. Go back there, -shut the door-, sit beside him, put your arms around him, and kiss him senseless. Then tell him you love him. Then ravish him. Quietly."
Takeru snickered as Matt ruffled Daisuke's hair and proceeded to follow his advice. The two friends, left behind, watched as the door shut slowly behind him. "Well. That was interesting." Takeru looked at his friend, who was shaking his head.
"I'm the love doctor." He spoke it assuredly, his mouth turning up in a satisfied grin. "Couples swarm to me to answer all their problems." He looked at Takeru, who looked at him for a moment in return.
"Sure, goggles." He followed the young blonde as he made his way into the kitchen. "And what's your remedy for unrequited love?" He put away the tea dishes that they had used earlier. He didn't turn to face the other, but he knew the expression that would be on his face. One eyebrow raised, brown eyes looking at him searchingly, trying to discern what little secret he held that would allow him to ask such a question. "Nevermind. Since when are you and Yamato so close that you give him advice?"
"Since when is it unusual that I'm friends with the both of you. He asked me earlier when I started calling you Takeru. It's as if I'm not allowed to be friends with either of you." He leaned against the table and crossed his arms defensively.
"It's not that. I was just wondering, because I wasn't aware that you spent that much time with him. I didn't mean to imply that you couldn't."Takeru turned to look at him with smiling blue eyes. "I think it's kind of neat that you've become his confidante. It shows that your...deeper than what you let the world see."
Their was a warmth and regard in his eyes that Daisuke had never seen before. The look was unguarded, open, and he had to swallow. "There really isn't much more to me than what I show. Matt says that I'm too impatient to wait for things, and that's why I get into so much trouble and come across as a stupid jerk at times."
"I can see that. He's right. Maybe you'll mellow with age." Takeru thought on that for a moment, then shook his head with a grin. "Not. I can see you, age eighty, racing your wheelchair down the halls of a nursing home."
They shared the laugh, the blonde leaning against the counter, Daisuke sitting in the chair he had occupied earlier. "I'd still whip you, Gilligan."
"No, you wouldn't. You're strength is mostly in your legs from soccer. A lot of mine are in my arms, from passing and dribbling. I could whoop you anyday, Goggle-boy."
"In your dreams, Takaishi. You're all wimp, admit it." Takeru straigthened up from the counter and put his hands on his hips.
"Let's go, Motomiya. I can kick your ass any day, anywhere." Daisuke stood up and mirrored his stance.
"Let's go, then. Enough talk." They moved into the living room and moved the table out of the way. "No punching, no kicking. No pulling hair, no biting, no spitting." The other nodded and they shook hands.
A second later, they were rolling on the floor, trying in vain to pin each other down. Takeru was using his arms to pull Daisuke down, and in return, the redhead was using his legs to keep the blonde's out of the way. With a grunt, Daisuke managed to flip the other onto his stomach, and he straddled him.
"And if you cop a feel, I will kick your ass." That stopped the struggling for a moment, then Takeru pushed up, and toppled his friend backwards. He straddled him and leaned over, grabbing his wrist and moving them above his head where he held them down.
"You couldn't kick my ass if you tried for a year, Goggles." He grinned down at his captive, his thighs on either side of Daisuke's hips. After a moment of struggling, the redhead stopped, and Takeru began to realize in exactly what position he was in. "Say uncle."
"Never." They were both breathing heavy, exerted from their brawl. Takeru leveled his lower half up slightly, trying to ignore the way his body reacted to their position, and silently wishing that the teen beneath him wouldn't notice.
"You're stuck, Dais. Give it up." A pink tongue darted out in response, and Takeru rolled his eyes. "That's -so- mature, Dais. Stick your tongue out at me again, and I'll bite it off." He might not go to that extreme, but his libido was already having problems with his current predicament, and the sight of Daisuke's tongue licking his lips was tempting beyond belief.
"I'd like to see you try it." Daisuke raised his eyebrow in challenge, brown eyes darkening with mischief. The blonde seemed in no hurry to move, and Daisuke didn't feel comfortable with the idea of laying on the floor all day with his friend on top of him. "Uncle."
Takeru's gasp of amazement was only half feigned. "The great Motomiya Daisuke has given up? No way! Call the press, call the president, alert the world!" He loosened his grip, and the boy beneath him took advantage of his freedom to push the blonde backwards so that he could pin him down.
"I renege." He grabbed Takeru's hands and held them between their bodies as he leaned forward. He was between the blondes thighs, on his knees, his grin triumphant. Takeru was breathless, his body reeling in shock from the feel of Daisuke above him.
"Uncle." He said it quickly, his voice rushed. Daisuke got up with a disappointed grunt.
"You take all the fun away from cheating by giving in so quickly. Next time, I'll get straight to the part where I kick your ass." He held out his hand to Takeru, who took it without hesitation. "And then we'll see who's stronger, Gilligan."
"And you'll lose, again, cheater." They mock-glared at each other, listening to the rain on the windows. Daisuke broke eye contact as he leaned down and lifted the nearest end of the coffee table. "I'll let you get that, while I check on the boys." Dai grunted, and Takeru took that as agreement.
He walked silently down the hallway and knocked on the door. Neither answered, so he leaned his ear against the door. There was no sound from within. He opened the door, and peeked inside, not bothering with the light, just in case. He let the hallway illuminate the darkness while he searched out the shape of his brother and friend. Tai was still in the middle of the floor, curled up tightly. But now Yamato lay behind him, his arms around him, Tai's head in the crook of his arm.
They were asleep, in the spoon position. Matt's cheek rested slighlty on Tai's hair, his fingers of one hand entwined with the same hand of his boyfriends. And they were smiling in their sleep.
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Mush, mush mush. Sap and fluff.
End note: That was fun! Really! Any comments, questions, or suggestions? E-mail me.
raegan_1@hotmail.com
Dislcaimer: Don't own.
Warning: Yaoi, Taito fluff/angst, and eventual, hopefully, Takedai (one-sided). This isn't the end.
______________________
Author: Rae (penname)
Title: Weekend Rain
Content: Turmoil and yaoi.
By the time they reached Takeru's apartment building, Daisuke had a plan.
"Let's call Ken." He shot Matt a beseeching gaze that the blonde rolled his eyes at.
"That's not plan, that's a copout. Try again." He was openly laughing at the disgusted look on the other's face.
"Fine." Daisuke huffed. "Question: if we're going to fix this, I need to know something. Do you love him?" Matt paused in front of the elevator, his arm extended to push the call button that would bring it down. Dai pushed it for him.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His face took on a thoughtful expression. "How would you know?" He looked at the younger teen questioningly. "What are the signs?"
With a sign of frustration, Daisuke pushed him into the elevator and followed. "Since when did I become Mr. Answerman?" He jabbed at the floor button, then looked at Matt. The blonde was looking at him expectantly, and he growled in his throat. "You do realize that you're, like, three years older than I am, right? I'm also Davis, the nuisance, who rushes in without thought, who tries to get his friends and self killed at least twice a week."
"I don't believe half that crap, and you shouldn't, either. I've seen the way you can be sometimes. I know that a lot of the stuff you pull could be avoided, but I think that you dislike wasting the time it would take to think it out. I figure that that's probably why you do poorly in school, also. You just don't like homework." With a weary glance, Daisuke nodded slowly, thinking those words through. "Now, what I'm asking, is that you take what patience you have, and come up with a plan in...Forty-five seconds. After you tell me what love is."
"Jeez, no pressure, huh?" The elevator stopped. He growled in frustration. "Love is the feeling that you don't want to wake up without knowing that a certain other person is also going to wake up. How's that?" They walked off the elevator, and to the door of the apartment. Daisuke stopped Matt as he reached for the knob. "So explained, are you in love with him?"
After a moment's hesitation, Matt shook his head. With a twist of the doorknob, they were in. Dai shut the door. With a look around the empty living room and hallway, Matt spoke to him quietly. "I love him. As more than a friend, as a...lover? I'm not 'in love' with him, because I'd like to think that my feelings are the same as his, and if being 'in love' is too little for him, then I'll give him all of it. I'll love him from now until forever, if he'll forgive me for today and the last four years of denial."
They looked up as Takeru walked toward them from his mother's room. "He's taking a moment. Be gentle, Yamato, whatever you do." Matt nodded, then turned to Daisuke who was standing thoughtfully behind him.
"What's the plan?" Takeru looked at him in surprise. He hadn't thought that his brother would give so much trust into Dai's keeping as to have the auburn-haired youth solve his love life.
With an expression of mock seriousness, Daisuke looked him in the eye. "This is really difficult, so listen well, and follow my instructions to the letter." He waited for Matt's encouraging nod as Takeru grinned at them. "Go back there, sit beside him, put your arms around him...wait, sorry. Go back there, -shut the door-, sit beside him, put your arms around him, and kiss him senseless. Then tell him you love him. Then ravish him. Quietly."
Takeru snickered as Matt ruffled Daisuke's hair and proceeded to follow his advice. The two friends, left behind, watched as the door shut slowly behind him. "Well. That was interesting." Takeru looked at his friend, who was shaking his head.
"I'm the love doctor." He spoke it assuredly, his mouth turning up in a satisfied grin. "Couples swarm to me to answer all their problems." He looked at Takeru, who looked at him for a moment in return.
"Sure, goggles." He followed the young blonde as he made his way into the kitchen. "And what's your remedy for unrequited love?" He put away the tea dishes that they had used earlier. He didn't turn to face the other, but he knew the expression that would be on his face. One eyebrow raised, brown eyes looking at him searchingly, trying to discern what little secret he held that would allow him to ask such a question. "Nevermind. Since when are you and Yamato so close that you give him advice?"
"Since when is it unusual that I'm friends with the both of you. He asked me earlier when I started calling you Takeru. It's as if I'm not allowed to be friends with either of you." He leaned against the table and crossed his arms defensively.
"It's not that. I was just wondering, because I wasn't aware that you spent that much time with him. I didn't mean to imply that you couldn't."Takeru turned to look at him with smiling blue eyes. "I think it's kind of neat that you've become his confidante. It shows that your...deeper than what you let the world see."
Their was a warmth and regard in his eyes that Daisuke had never seen before. The look was unguarded, open, and he had to swallow. "There really isn't much more to me than what I show. Matt says that I'm too impatient to wait for things, and that's why I get into so much trouble and come across as a stupid jerk at times."
"I can see that. He's right. Maybe you'll mellow with age." Takeru thought on that for a moment, then shook his head with a grin. "Not. I can see you, age eighty, racing your wheelchair down the halls of a nursing home."
They shared the laugh, the blonde leaning against the counter, Daisuke sitting in the chair he had occupied earlier. "I'd still whip you, Gilligan."
"No, you wouldn't. You're strength is mostly in your legs from soccer. A lot of mine are in my arms, from passing and dribbling. I could whoop you anyday, Goggle-boy."
"In your dreams, Takaishi. You're all wimp, admit it." Takeru straigthened up from the counter and put his hands on his hips.
"Let's go, Motomiya. I can kick your ass any day, anywhere." Daisuke stood up and mirrored his stance.
"Let's go, then. Enough talk." They moved into the living room and moved the table out of the way. "No punching, no kicking. No pulling hair, no biting, no spitting." The other nodded and they shook hands.
A second later, they were rolling on the floor, trying in vain to pin each other down. Takeru was using his arms to pull Daisuke down, and in return, the redhead was using his legs to keep the blonde's out of the way. With a grunt, Daisuke managed to flip the other onto his stomach, and he straddled him.
"And if you cop a feel, I will kick your ass." That stopped the struggling for a moment, then Takeru pushed up, and toppled his friend backwards. He straddled him and leaned over, grabbing his wrist and moving them above his head where he held them down.
"You couldn't kick my ass if you tried for a year, Goggles." He grinned down at his captive, his thighs on either side of Daisuke's hips. After a moment of struggling, the redhead stopped, and Takeru began to realize in exactly what position he was in. "Say uncle."
"Never." They were both breathing heavy, exerted from their brawl. Takeru leveled his lower half up slightly, trying to ignore the way his body reacted to their position, and silently wishing that the teen beneath him wouldn't notice.
"You're stuck, Dais. Give it up." A pink tongue darted out in response, and Takeru rolled his eyes. "That's -so- mature, Dais. Stick your tongue out at me again, and I'll bite it off." He might not go to that extreme, but his libido was already having problems with his current predicament, and the sight of Daisuke's tongue licking his lips was tempting beyond belief.
"I'd like to see you try it." Daisuke raised his eyebrow in challenge, brown eyes darkening with mischief. The blonde seemed in no hurry to move, and Daisuke didn't feel comfortable with the idea of laying on the floor all day with his friend on top of him. "Uncle."
Takeru's gasp of amazement was only half feigned. "The great Motomiya Daisuke has given up? No way! Call the press, call the president, alert the world!" He loosened his grip, and the boy beneath him took advantage of his freedom to push the blonde backwards so that he could pin him down.
"I renege." He grabbed Takeru's hands and held them between their bodies as he leaned forward. He was between the blondes thighs, on his knees, his grin triumphant. Takeru was breathless, his body reeling in shock from the feel of Daisuke above him.
"Uncle." He said it quickly, his voice rushed. Daisuke got up with a disappointed grunt.
"You take all the fun away from cheating by giving in so quickly. Next time, I'll get straight to the part where I kick your ass." He held out his hand to Takeru, who took it without hesitation. "And then we'll see who's stronger, Gilligan."
"And you'll lose, again, cheater." They mock-glared at each other, listening to the rain on the windows. Daisuke broke eye contact as he leaned down and lifted the nearest end of the coffee table. "I'll let you get that, while I check on the boys." Dai grunted, and Takeru took that as agreement.
He walked silently down the hallway and knocked on the door. Neither answered, so he leaned his ear against the door. There was no sound from within. He opened the door, and peeked inside, not bothering with the light, just in case. He let the hallway illuminate the darkness while he searched out the shape of his brother and friend. Tai was still in the middle of the floor, curled up tightly. But now Yamato lay behind him, his arms around him, Tai's head in the crook of his arm.
They were asleep, in the spoon position. Matt's cheek rested slighlty on Tai's hair, his fingers of one hand entwined with the same hand of his boyfriends. And they were smiling in their sleep.
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Mush, mush mush. Sap and fluff.
End note: That was fun! Really! Any comments, questions, or suggestions? E-mail me.
raegan_1@hotmail.com