Author's note: I just want everyone to know that it's not Takedai. It was, before, but I just couldn't do that, and keep it true. There will be moments, but...just read it.
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"Then you're lying." Daisuke drew back, again, but not completely into the shadows. "You're supposed to be with Kari, remember? Two angels? I saw you two kiss."
"That would be rather difficult, Dai, since Kari's mine." The violet girl stepped into the pool of light so that they could see her.
"What?" He sounded shocked.
"Hikari's mine. She asked me out yesterday. Whichi is why she and Takeru kissed, briefly." She stopped so that there was an undisturbed line of sight between both boys, but that they could watch her, and the other, at the same time. "It's time, Dai. To end this."
His shoulders slumped even more, the movement followed by a long, tired sigh. "You said you'd help."
"That's what I'm here for, Dai. To help you now." Her smile was gentle and reassuring. "But I really think that you should do this yourself."
"Take control." He looked at her with resignation, then at Takeru. "It's my life, and I run it."
"Then what do you want, Dai? I'm here to help you get it, too." He made the offer, ignoring the twinge he felt at the smile on Dai's face.
The redhead held out his hand, and stepped forward. "Thank you, TR." The blonde held out his hand, his expression belying the fact that he was weary to do so. Their palms connected, and he felt the tan one close over his own.
He was pulled foward, and his body crashed into Dai's at the same time that the other boy's lips met his own. He closed his shocked eyes as the pressure continued, growing more intense as a tongue slid across his still closed lips. He opened his lips, and felt that tongue invade his mouth, rubbing against his own, learning the structure and contour of his mouth.
When Dai pulled back, Takeru was lightheaded, but whether from the kiss, or the lack of oxygen he didn't know. He looked at the flushed, tan face in front of him with amazement. His jaw worked, but his throat refused to make any sound.
Brown eyes blinked open, their color glazed over. Dai's lips twitched, and he let them curve into a smile. He looked at Miyako, who was grinning at them. "I'm going home, now. It's almost eleven. Have fun, guys."
"Mmm." Daisuke set his forehead against Takeru's, not meeting his gaze, not talking. His eyes were closed again, and he seemed content to stand there, his hands on the blonde's shoulder, where they had crept, their breaths mingling, heartbeats erratic. "Did I tell you that I used to have a thing for Ken?"
That was a good way to ruin the mood. Takeru tried to pull away, but Daisuke refused to let him. Instead, he wrapped his arms around his leaner frame, and tightened his grip. He fairly snarled his reply. "No, I didn't."
"Didn't think so. Do you know why I stopped?" Silence. "Because Ken was too close to me. I was his only true friend, before everyone else accepted him completely. It was basically just him and I, because the rest of yo-...them didn't really care for me, either. That crush, however, ended over a year ago."
"Really?" Pale arms moved around Daisuke's waist. He moved his head so that it rested on his shoulder, and stood inhaling the scent that was Daisuke.
"Yeah. Because I realized, as odd as this may sound, that Ken would be seme." Daisuke mimicked his movements, kissing his neck softly as he spoke.
"What?" He froze.
"He likes to be in charge. He wants to be in control of his life. I respect that. Hell, I encourage that. But we would never work in a relationship."
"Why?" He missed the grin that his inquiry recieved.
Two hands reached down, and pulled their hips together, as Daisuke straigthened enough to look into his eyes. "Because, first of all, I'm seme. Second, I realized that we were more like brothers, and that's what Ken needed from me more than anything. He needed my friendship, not my love."
"Then what do you need?"
"I need someone who knows when there's something wrong, and acts on it, instead of letting me get around to telling them, some day. Someone who will defend me from bullies, and thrash me without hesitation. Someone with patience." His eyes dimmed for a moment. "I need some one who will keep me from feeling sorry for myself, and who can pull me out of my pity. Strength, loyalty, fidelity, honor, love, affection, courage."
"That's quite a list." Open hour with Daisuke. They smiled at each other.
"Yeah, well." Daisuke dropped his arms, and tried to move away. He was prevented from doing so by the arms still wrapped around him. "I'm quite a catch."
Two hands on his ass drew him back into the blonde's body. "Too late. You're stuck with me."
"Who says?" He rested his hands on his shoulders.
"Says your ukimi." Pale hands moved up his back, and pulled him in closer.
"Really? Isn't it normally the seme that decides?" Two tanned arms crossed behind his lower back, bringing their bodies in flush.
"But you did decide. That's why I'm -your- ukimi." Lips caressed a brown neck, a pink tongue darting out to taste the dark skin.
Instead of another comeback, Daisuke pulled back roughly, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him into the building.
"Why the rush?" Takeru grinned as he was guided quickly through the building, and to his apartment.
"We have to prove that you really are my uke, and not just saying that with the intention of being seme later."
"But I want to try seme, too." The redhead stopped, and looked at him. "Please?"
He laughed, pulling the lighter boy to him again. "You know, the other day, when you came to my house, with Kari, and Matt, and Ken? And you were being all macho and mean?"
"Yeah?" He was confused as to what that had to do with anything.
A grin split the sun-kissed face. "I think we can arrange for you to be seme."
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End note: See? No more angst. I just couldn't bring myself to write it that way. Oh, well. Hope you enjoyed the cheap fluff for what it was. And, I was right. It wasn't Takedai, it was Daikeru.
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"Then you're lying." Daisuke drew back, again, but not completely into the shadows. "You're supposed to be with Kari, remember? Two angels? I saw you two kiss."
"That would be rather difficult, Dai, since Kari's mine." The violet girl stepped into the pool of light so that they could see her.
"What?" He sounded shocked.
"Hikari's mine. She asked me out yesterday. Whichi is why she and Takeru kissed, briefly." She stopped so that there was an undisturbed line of sight between both boys, but that they could watch her, and the other, at the same time. "It's time, Dai. To end this."
His shoulders slumped even more, the movement followed by a long, tired sigh. "You said you'd help."
"That's what I'm here for, Dai. To help you now." Her smile was gentle and reassuring. "But I really think that you should do this yourself."
"Take control." He looked at her with resignation, then at Takeru. "It's my life, and I run it."
"Then what do you want, Dai? I'm here to help you get it, too." He made the offer, ignoring the twinge he felt at the smile on Dai's face.
The redhead held out his hand, and stepped forward. "Thank you, TR." The blonde held out his hand, his expression belying the fact that he was weary to do so. Their palms connected, and he felt the tan one close over his own.
He was pulled foward, and his body crashed into Dai's at the same time that the other boy's lips met his own. He closed his shocked eyes as the pressure continued, growing more intense as a tongue slid across his still closed lips. He opened his lips, and felt that tongue invade his mouth, rubbing against his own, learning the structure and contour of his mouth.
When Dai pulled back, Takeru was lightheaded, but whether from the kiss, or the lack of oxygen he didn't know. He looked at the flushed, tan face in front of him with amazement. His jaw worked, but his throat refused to make any sound.
Brown eyes blinked open, their color glazed over. Dai's lips twitched, and he let them curve into a smile. He looked at Miyako, who was grinning at them. "I'm going home, now. It's almost eleven. Have fun, guys."
"Mmm." Daisuke set his forehead against Takeru's, not meeting his gaze, not talking. His eyes were closed again, and he seemed content to stand there, his hands on the blonde's shoulder, where they had crept, their breaths mingling, heartbeats erratic. "Did I tell you that I used to have a thing for Ken?"
That was a good way to ruin the mood. Takeru tried to pull away, but Daisuke refused to let him. Instead, he wrapped his arms around his leaner frame, and tightened his grip. He fairly snarled his reply. "No, I didn't."
"Didn't think so. Do you know why I stopped?" Silence. "Because Ken was too close to me. I was his only true friend, before everyone else accepted him completely. It was basically just him and I, because the rest of yo-...them didn't really care for me, either. That crush, however, ended over a year ago."
"Really?" Pale arms moved around Daisuke's waist. He moved his head so that it rested on his shoulder, and stood inhaling the scent that was Daisuke.
"Yeah. Because I realized, as odd as this may sound, that Ken would be seme." Daisuke mimicked his movements, kissing his neck softly as he spoke.
"What?" He froze.
"He likes to be in charge. He wants to be in control of his life. I respect that. Hell, I encourage that. But we would never work in a relationship."
"Why?" He missed the grin that his inquiry recieved.
Two hands reached down, and pulled their hips together, as Daisuke straigthened enough to look into his eyes. "Because, first of all, I'm seme. Second, I realized that we were more like brothers, and that's what Ken needed from me more than anything. He needed my friendship, not my love."
"Then what do you need?"
"I need someone who knows when there's something wrong, and acts on it, instead of letting me get around to telling them, some day. Someone who will defend me from bullies, and thrash me without hesitation. Someone with patience." His eyes dimmed for a moment. "I need some one who will keep me from feeling sorry for myself, and who can pull me out of my pity. Strength, loyalty, fidelity, honor, love, affection, courage."
"That's quite a list." Open hour with Daisuke. They smiled at each other.
"Yeah, well." Daisuke dropped his arms, and tried to move away. He was prevented from doing so by the arms still wrapped around him. "I'm quite a catch."
Two hands on his ass drew him back into the blonde's body. "Too late. You're stuck with me."
"Who says?" He rested his hands on his shoulders.
"Says your ukimi." Pale hands moved up his back, and pulled him in closer.
"Really? Isn't it normally the seme that decides?" Two tanned arms crossed behind his lower back, bringing their bodies in flush.
"But you did decide. That's why I'm -your- ukimi." Lips caressed a brown neck, a pink tongue darting out to taste the dark skin.
Instead of another comeback, Daisuke pulled back roughly, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him into the building.
"Why the rush?" Takeru grinned as he was guided quickly through the building, and to his apartment.
"We have to prove that you really are my uke, and not just saying that with the intention of being seme later."
"But I want to try seme, too." The redhead stopped, and looked at him. "Please?"
He laughed, pulling the lighter boy to him again. "You know, the other day, when you came to my house, with Kari, and Matt, and Ken? And you were being all macho and mean?"
"Yeah?" He was confused as to what that had to do with anything.
A grin split the sun-kissed face. "I think we can arrange for you to be seme."
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End note: See? No more angst. I just couldn't bring myself to write it that way. Oh, well. Hope you enjoyed the cheap fluff for what it was. And, I was right. It wasn't Takedai, it was Daikeru.