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Twilight Love
Chapter 5: Resentment


Three hours since Yamato left the club. Three. It should have felt like a few minutes ago and I should have been upset, worried, maybe even angry - any normal feeling after talking to your brother following a year. But did I? No. I didn't feel any of those feelings because Daisuke stole some bottles of liquor from the bar and dragged me into his room.

Ugh! I'm getting full of this shit, Daisuke said, swirling a bottle of what appeared to be vodka. I wasn't really sure, though.

I laughed and handed him another bottle of the stuff, and tilted my head back to drink more of mine. It was cold running down my throat, leaving an odd after-taste. There was only another time where I felt the same as I do, and that was when Kari and I drank and slept together. Drained, aroused and amused at everything were feelings I felt now, similar to that night not too long ago.

Takeru, you have pretty hair, he said, beginning to pet me and laugh uncontrollably.

Get off, I said, pushing him away.

He fell back against the window ledge where we were sitting and pouted. Don't you like me?

He was completely sloshed. I wasn't as bad as he was because I knew my limits, even though I was fairly tipsy, but the way he was looking at me was rather strange and the bulge showing clearly though his pants didn't help any. I wasn't sure how to answer his question, but he seemed to have something more on his mind than what was shown.

You're a good friend, Dai, I said, setting down the bottle I was holding onto the floor.

He tilted his head and continued to pout. Don't you find me sexy? Like you do with Ayaka and the chick you thought you knocked up?

You're very attractive, Daisuke, I said, beginning to laugh as he clapped and spilled his vodka everywhere.

Then I can do this, right? He leaned forward rather quicker than I could imagine he could in his state and placed a firm kiss on my lips. I could only gasp as he pulled away.

We stared at each other for a moment after; his eyes locked on mine and mine locked on his. There was no longer any giggling at anything and we both wore serious, but tender expressions on our faces.

Daisuke began to speak, but closed his eyes in what seemed to be confusion. When he looked up at me, I could see his insecurity towards me and what he just did. To help him rid of that feeling, I leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. I was about to pull away when he cupped my cheeks and pressed our lips firmly together once again. The feeling was too overwhelming and I groaned in an urge to have him continue that, running my hands down his sides in the mean time.

Time seemed to take its toll, but I wasn't having too much thought on it as he continued to kiss me, pressing me against the window ledge. The bulge in his pants pressed against my crotch, which caused me to pant between the kisses he was now leaving along my jaw line and neck.

I said, pushing him away for a moment. Let's go onto your bed.

He nodded and helped me to my feet with his arms around my waist. I placed mine around his neck and pressed my body as much as I could against his, as well as trying to walk backwards towards his bed. He knocked over a bottle of vodka and it broke, but it didn't disturb our mood at all. Although it was somewhat difficult due to being slightly smashed, Daisuke guided me possibly as best as he could in his state and laid himself on top of me when we reached the bed.

Closing my eyes, I let Daisuke take me from there.

***

Never have I felt this comfortable waking up. Strong arms wrapped around my waist and the deep breaths against my neck made it completely possible. I sat up to find Daisuke asleep still and thought better than to wake him. His chest was the perfect place for lying down, anyway.

I never imagined in my life awaking next to him naked. Nor did I even think he was remotely interested in me. Maybe he was just really that drunk last night that he didn't care about his sexual preference. This thought caused me to frown because I enjoyed last night and it meant something to me - somewhat, anyway. I was a bit tipsy and have a hard time remembering some of the things that occurred, but him fucking me wasn't one of them. Should I be using the word ? Daisuke is my friend, a best one at that, and since I care for him, shouldn't I be saying making love? Everything is so confusing.

What would become of us when he wakes up? Are things every going to be the same again? Are we just going to go back to the way things before? Become more than friends? Or just screw every so often?

It dawned on me that I've never worried about this kind of thing before. Even when I slept with Kari, who was really close to me at the time, I never worried about any of this. Why did I feel so insecure about everything now? Why do I even care?

There wasn't any more time to contemplate the situation because Daisuke began to stir. I sat up, resting a hand on his chest and smiled.

he said, yawning and beginning to rub my sides softly.

I said, gulping. There suddenly seemed to be no air flowing into my lungs... I wasn't breathing. Am I really that nervous?

Sleep well?

I nodded and began a staring contest with him. He cocked an eyebrow, which made me blink and shake my head. Dai... I thought you were-

He sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I heard your conversation with your brother. No, I'm not straight. I'm one hundred percent gay.

You never act like you are interested in any guys - or any girls for that matter, I said, relaxing my weight onto his chest. We were only inches apart and I could feel him breathing onto my lips. I felt as if I was in some sort of romance movie.

He sighed again and looked somewhat sad. Don't dwell on it. It'll only make your head hurt.

I smiled and leaned a bit closer so that I could feel his lips hovering before mine. Our lips contacted together once again, for what seemed to be the thousandth time in the past eight hours; not that I minded, though.

The sudden sound of a door opening without any time to move surprised me.

You fucking slut.

I jumped off Daisuke immediately and found my boss - Daisuke's father - standing in the doorway with a hostile expression painted onto his face.

Oh shit, Daisuke whispered and he immediately began to tremble.

Daisuke's father stomped towards the bed and threw the covers off of us in a fury, exposing our naked bodies. He pulled Daisuke off the bed whilst starting to scream and jerk him senseless. I watched in shock for a moment or two while this occurred. All the things he was screaming and the painful jolts to his body were enough to make anyone cry, but Daisuke wasn't. This made me wonder why I ran away. How could Daisuke stand this? How often does this occur?

I told you to never sleep with any of the sluts around here! he screamed, banging Daisuke against the wall.

He gasped in pain and I expected him to fall unconscious or begin to cry, but he never did any of those things. That was it. It triggered me to do something - say something because of the pain expression on Daisuke's face.

Stop it! I yelled, jumping off the bed and breaking the contact between Daisuke and his father. Just stop it!

You're lucky I need you around here or else you would be gone in a matter of three seconds. Do that again and you can consider yourself fired! He browsed for a cigarette in his shirt pocket before plopping it into his mouth and stalking out of the room.

Daisuke fell to the ground and covered his head with his arms. I knelt beside him and placed my hands on his shoulders, trying to get a reaction. He sat up and immediately sighed.

He's homophobic, somewhat.

I stared at him blankly, trying to interpret what he was saying. What did he mean?

He only cares about the money at his place - finds everyone here sick and disgusting. That's why he's always at the bar or his office, and that's why I have to be in the back with the dancers, he said, sounding quite bitter, even more so then when he talked about his mother and sister.

Oh... How does he know your gay then? I asked, beginning to rub his shoulder gently. Why would you tell him if he's homophobic?

I didn't realize it until I asked if I could dance. The thought always lingered in the back of my mind as a child, and as I grew, I realized I wanted to be up there more than anything. When I was in his office one day, I asked if I could, and he said: You never want to become scum like that. Being like that is dirty'. I was fairly innocent back when I was fourteen and said, But I'm attracted to all of them who dance. How could it be dirty?'. That has to be the worst mistake of my life.

Then when you came, I was going to chase you away because I knew I'd fall for you. I just knew it. It was a gut feeling I had. My father knew I was attracted to you too, and that's why he would try to not let us get close whenever possible. He told me one day that if he ever caught me in bed with you or any man that he would beat me... I'm so sorry, Takeru, he said, standing up.

What are you sorry for? I asked, also standing up.

Everything! For putting you in the middle and-and trying to start a relationship with you. I'm such a screw up. He put his head in his hands.

None of this is your fault, Dai! He's the one being a jerk not being open minded. He's the one that has a problem and-

You're right, he said, taking his head out of hands. He began to pace back and forth, saying, You're fucking right. I hate him! I hate him! I hope he goes to Hell and I hope he rots there!

I only nodded, unsure of what to say or do. A chill ran through my body and for the first time since this entire episode, I realized I'm still nude.

I hate him! Daisuke screamed again, picking up the picture frame of his sister and mother and chucking it at the mirror resting on the dresser. It shattered. For a moment Daisuke and I both stood, staring at it. I hate them all! They left me here and he's such an asshole who hates me! And I hate him back!

I rushed towards him as he fell onto the shards of broken glass, sobbing recklessly. My heart was ripping apart as I saw him laying helplessly on the floor, crying so many tears that needed to be released. How could I have not seen sooner that he needed help? That he wasn't happy?

Daisuke, it's going to be okay, I said quietly, kneeling beside him, but not allowing my knees to touch the ground because of the glass.

How's it going to be okay? I'm stuck here. I have no where to go, he said, his voice slurred with agony.

You can come with me, I said, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

You live here, though. He began to sniffle and leaned into my chest for support.

I wrapped him tighter into my arms and said, I know where we can go though.

He wiggled out of my grip and looked at me. You do?

I nodded and cupped his cheek. I know exactly where. I'm here for you, Dai. I care about you. He smiled as I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his. I'll always be there for you, I whispered as our lips broke the contact.

He looked down at himself, making this noise that sounded like a half-whine and half-sob. Just look at us. We're sitting in broken glass absolutely naked.

I'm not letting myself sit, I said, laughing slightly. I helped him to his feet and checked for any cuts before trying to find the piece of paper Yamato gave me.


End of Chapter 5

Sorry for the extreme sappiness, but *sniff* I really love Daikeru fluff! Only one more chapter to go =)