Writen by Rae
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Part two- The invite
Daisuke grumbled all through dinner, and early into the evening. Takeru snickered when someone knocked at the door, and the redhead fell off his chair (the one he'd been tied to), knocking over a lamp and a soccer-shaped candy dish in the process.
It was almost midnight.
The redhead glared at him, and walked to the door with all the dignity he could muster. The blonde decided not to bring attention to the red licorice adorning the seat of his pants. With a look of dread and determination over his shoulder, Daisuke unbolted and opened the door.
To reveal an empty hallway. "Wha-?" An arm shot out, and pushed him deeper inside his apartment. Ken grinned at him from the other end. Brown eyes widened, and he stepped back quickly, until a warm body stopped him. He felt Takeru's arms wrap around him.
"Hello, Ken." He watched as their friends filed in behind the genius.
"Damn it, Takeru, you weren't supposed to untie him!" Violet eyes flashed his way in fiegned annoyance.
"Speaking of which, nice knots." He heard someone snicker as the door was partially closed, but not entirely. "I couldn't very well leave him there for hours, while I ate dinner and entertained myself."
Another snicker, and he turned to look into Tai's laughing eyes. "He could have been your 'entertainment'." The others found this funny, and laughed. Daisuke glared at them all, feeling protected in his lover's arms.
"Are we ready?" Matt grinned at the couple, but his gaze was directed at his brother.
"Of course." Daisuke felt something heavy and cold circle about his wrists, which Takeru had been holding in front of him. He looked down as the handcuffs clicked into place, and then pulled away from his smiling love. "Have fun, Dai. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Dammit, Takeru! What's goin-!" Ken slapped a piece of duct-tape across his mouth, and grinned when he arrived on the receiving end of that brown glare. He made a gesture with his hand, and Tai and Matt started to help him drag the struggling red-head body out of the apartment, his fiance waving happily, his eyes only faintly worried.
"Hey, Ken?" He waited until the leaner man met his gaze. "Take care of him, and be nice, okay?" The smile the violet-haired man was hardly reassuring, but his voice was sincere.
"I'll bring him back in one piece, Takeru. Don't worry. He's in good hands." This was followed by more chuckling from his cohorts.
"Have fun, baby." The blonde stopped them long enough to kiss Daisuke on the cheek before they disappeared out the door, and down the hall. He shut the wood panel between them, and relocked the bolt.
The redhead was speechless, and shocked. His struggle, as massive and near-effective as it was, was only half-hearted. Iori, having been quiet and unobtrusive to this point, caught the hurt expression on his face as they shoved him into the elevator, Matt and Tai breathing hard.
"Don't worry, Daisuke. You're going to help us trap, er, get him out tomorrow." He tried to smile for effect, but the evil smirk on Ken's face was too vivid.
"Yeah. Unfortunately," He glanced at Matt. "My plans for him aren't quite as fun as I had wanted them to be, since I know the whole trunk fiasco was his fault." Daisuke felt a little better, knowing that...that he was going to get off worse than Takeru simply because of Yamato?
He glared at the blonde. Of course, even the big brother wouldn't protect him completely, and Dai felt glad knowing that Ken wasn't aware that he had actually planned his kidnapping, trunk, mud-wrestling and all.
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Andybody else's mind ticking? Well, the ball is back in my court to write the third chapter, and I can't garuntee that the story will hold it's pristenee 'R' rating. *smirk*
Stay tuned! And remember, anything can happen!