Notes: This fic is yaoi/shounen-ai! Meaning, boy love boy. Got it? Don't like it, don't
read it. Or do read it, whatever floats your boat. It is also Kensuke, as in Ken and
Daisuke together. However, this fic is innocent and only mildly suggestive. Enjoy!
Random Babble: I have been permanently traumatized where the dentist is concerned.
When I was younger, just about *every* time I went to the dentist, I had a cavity that had
to be drilled and filled. I'm beginning to think my dentist just enjoyed drilling my teeth
because when I switched dentists, I didn't have any cavities. (I threw up on my old
dentist once... ::laughs:: Sorry. ^^;) But now I know I have at least *one* that's going to
be filled today, and I'm scared. ;_; I hate the dentist. Everything Daisuke thinks about the
dentist in this fic directly reflects how I feel. ^_^;;
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, Ken, Daisuke, or either of the boy's dentists. I *will*
someday, however, own the secret to painless cavity-filling...necessity is the father of
invention... .;;
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Worth Your While
By: Hanae Michiko
Ken looked
up at Daisuke as the auburn-haired boy approached the park. The two of them were going to hang out and
hopefully be able to spend the whole day together.
'And
maybe the night, too…' Ken mused, a wry smirk curving his delicate lips
upwards slightly.
Daisuke
walked through the gate to the park, shoulders slumped, head hanging, and an
adorable pout creasing the usually jovial features of his handsome face.
Ken
furrowed his eyebrows.
"Why so
glum?" the violet-eyed boy asked as Daisuke sagged onto the park bench next to
him.
"I have a
dentist appointment today," Daisuke mumbled, folding his arms across his chest
and staring at the grass as if it was all its fault he had to go. He stuck his bottom lip out further and
frowned deeper than he had been before.
He looked as if he were about to throw a temper tantrum. Ken had to laugh.
"That's
all?"
Daisuke
looked up at Ken and narrowed his eyes.
"What do
you mean, 'That's all'!" he shouted in disbelief. "The dentist is the devil!
He interrogates you like you've committed some blasphemous crime…"
Daisuke trailed off as an image of a dentist holding a small mouth-mirror and
hooked pick, wearing protective goggles that glinted inauspiciously, and asking
through a thin operating mask, "Are you flossing, little boy?" in an
incredulous voice, a cackle dancing in the overtones of the words flitted
through his mind. "He pokes and prods
at you like you're some foreign creature from another planet strapped to a dissection
table…" again he trailed off as another haunting image, this time of the
dentist holding various tools used to poke, scrape, and examine and cackling
loudly, passed through his imagination.
"And he drills through your teeth like some greedy hillbilly looking for
an oil rig!" The eardrum-splitting
whine of the dentist drill echoed throughout Daisuke's head and caused him to
shiver.
Ken only
chuckled and shook his head in disbelief.
"It's not that
bad, Daisuke."
"Are you
saying you like the dentist?!" Daisuke screeched.
Ken nodded.
"Sure…I go
regularly and he keeps my teeth nice and clean. I don't see what's so bad about that."
Daisuke
snorted indignantly.
"Oh,
sure. You're perfect! I bet you've never had a cavity or
gingivitis or plaque or tartar! You're
a Dentist's Pet! You probably walk into
that office as comfortably as you walk into my house, and then hold friendly,
casual conversation with the receptionist and later your doctor!"
Ken blinked
slowly.
"Well…" he
tapered off thoughtfully, and Daisuke groaned.
Ken smiled
sympathetically and reached over to Daisuke, trailing one finger slowly and
gently down the other boy's jaw, causing Daisuke to turn his head to him.
"I'll tell
you what," Ken said, sounding like he was about to make a proposition. Judging by the porcelain-smooth hand running
slowly up Daisuke's thigh, Daisuke figured it was one he wasn't going to be
able to refuse…or even want to refuse, for that matter.
"If you're
a good boy at the dentist today…" Ken trailed off, letting his hand rest in the
crook where Daisuke's leg met the rest of his body. "I'll make it worth your while."
Ken's voice
had dropped significantly, becoming low and husky and very seductive. Daisuke gulped, eyes widening, feeling a
cold sweat break out on his forehead.
He was beyond blushing.
Ken smiled
slowly, squeezing Daisuke's leg gently before releasing it. He stood and began walking out of the park,
only turning when he realized he wasn't being followed.
"Are you
coming?" he asked the frozen redhead who seemed to be plastered to the park
bench. "We have a day planned,
remember?"
Daisuke
slowly, mutely, and numbly stood and followed Ken out of the park. When he
finally had his wits about him, the first words he spoke were, "Ne, Ken…will
you make it worth my while every time I go to the dentist?"
~Owari~
