Takeru's Secret
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. If I did, the show certainly wouldn't be classed as a children's show. I don't own Garbage, or any of their songs, but I would proudly admit if I did. Their songs rock!
A/N: Inspiration has struck *hugs her brand new discman*. I found my old CD with this song, and figured I should write more. *Gulp* I haven't given up on this story, I don't think any of you are as shocked as me.
Chapter 3: Cherry Lips
Daisuke's lips were slightly parted, and he was panting as he tried to catch his breath.
"Wow, 'Keru, that was... incredible." The boys brown eyes darkened as his gaze slipped from the blonds sapphire eyes to his glistening lips. Takeru unwittingly closed the distance between them, lost in the song and the lie that was his life.
Daisuke's tongue pried his lips apart as the redhead deepened the kiss, his hands tangling in the blonds hair while the blonds hands slipped down to clasp in the small of his back.
The two pulled apart as someone cleared their throat and Daisuke's hand flew to touch his still tingling lips, his eyes fixed on the blond. Kissing Hikari had never felt like that.
Takeru struggled to catch his breath, his eyes glued to his best friend and his heart pounding.
"This wasn't supposed to happen," He whispered hoarsely, Hikari was the only girl he'd ever loved, and he'd just fallen deeply in lust with her soon-to-be financée
"Tell me you felt it too?" Daisuke asked, his voice desperate.
//It seemed like rainbows would appear
Whenever you came near the clouds would disappear//
Takeru finally pulled his eyes away, "I don't know what you're talking about." He lied.
"That... kiss. It was the most intense thing I've ever experienced!"
"I'm an exotic dancer Motomiya, I'm supposed to make it good. And you're supposed to know when to let go."
Takeru turned and slid off the bar expertly, "Please don't go all stalker- ish, I'd hate to have a paying customer thrown out."
Daisuke turned and jumped off the bar on the opposite side to the blond, his mind in turmoil.
That kiss had been the best thing he'd ever experienced, he'd been having doubts about his sexuality, ever since Taichi-sempai, Hikari's older brother had come out of the closet.
He'd always thought that the older boy was very good looking in a vague 'I want to look like that when I grow up' kind of way.
And then there'd been Yamato. Everyone said Yamato looked like a girl, so Daisuke had rationalised his attraction to the older blond simply as confused attraction.
He'd chased Hikari for years. She'd been the girl he couldn't have, but because he was in love with a girl, he couldn't be gay.
When Hikari had said yes he'd been ecstatic, but lately he was finding it harder and harder to focus all his interest on her.
He knew she was pretty, he loved her, he had for years, but in terms of raw lust, well, he was more turned on by Ishida Yamato, and that was really starting to worry him.
His gaze flickered back to 'Keru, but he'd just fallen in love with a beautiful blonde FEMALE pole dancer. That made him straight. He had absolutely nothing to worry about.
//Because you looked just like a girl
Your baby blues would flash and suddenly a spell was cast//
Well, nothing except telling Hikari that a pole-dancer he'd only just met had changed his mind about dating the girl everyone knew he was planning to marry.
Daisuke's head fell into his hands, it felt like the blue-eyed siren had cast some sort of spell on him.
"Fuck," He whispered softly, "I'm absolutely fucked."
Takeru winced as he overheard Daisuke's words, they seemed to echo his own feelings so precisely, he'd just fallen for the one guy he had sworn he'd never want.
Beautiful, charming, sweet, often daft, always gorgeous Daisuke Motomiya. His best friend, his rival, and Hikari-chan's boyfriend.
"Daisuke Motomiya is straight, and I am not interested in him, or anyone. A relationship would just make my job a whole lot more complicated."
His blue eyes settled on the redhead and he sighed in despair, echoing the boys earlier words.
"I'm absolutely fucked."
A/N: Oh god, another chapter, what the hell am I on? Are you guys as scared as I am. This is a first for me! A whole new chapter. A very, very short chapter, but a whole new one nevertheless. This chapter is dedicated to Hailey, who always begs me for more of this story (why?!?) and my girlfriend Bonnie you're a sweetheart, Happy 18th Babe.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. If I did, the show certainly wouldn't be classed as a children's show. I don't own Garbage, or any of their songs, but I would proudly admit if I did. Their songs rock!
A/N: Inspiration has struck *hugs her brand new discman*. I found my old CD with this song, and figured I should write more. *Gulp* I haven't given up on this story, I don't think any of you are as shocked as me.
Chapter 3: Cherry Lips
Daisuke's lips were slightly parted, and he was panting as he tried to catch his breath.
"Wow, 'Keru, that was... incredible." The boys brown eyes darkened as his gaze slipped from the blonds sapphire eyes to his glistening lips. Takeru unwittingly closed the distance between them, lost in the song and the lie that was his life.
Daisuke's tongue pried his lips apart as the redhead deepened the kiss, his hands tangling in the blonds hair while the blonds hands slipped down to clasp in the small of his back.
The two pulled apart as someone cleared their throat and Daisuke's hand flew to touch his still tingling lips, his eyes fixed on the blond. Kissing Hikari had never felt like that.
Takeru struggled to catch his breath, his eyes glued to his best friend and his heart pounding.
"This wasn't supposed to happen," He whispered hoarsely, Hikari was the only girl he'd ever loved, and he'd just fallen deeply in lust with her soon-to-be financée
"Tell me you felt it too?" Daisuke asked, his voice desperate.
//It seemed like rainbows would appear
Whenever you came near the clouds would disappear//
Takeru finally pulled his eyes away, "I don't know what you're talking about." He lied.
"That... kiss. It was the most intense thing I've ever experienced!"
"I'm an exotic dancer Motomiya, I'm supposed to make it good. And you're supposed to know when to let go."
Takeru turned and slid off the bar expertly, "Please don't go all stalker- ish, I'd hate to have a paying customer thrown out."
Daisuke turned and jumped off the bar on the opposite side to the blond, his mind in turmoil.
That kiss had been the best thing he'd ever experienced, he'd been having doubts about his sexuality, ever since Taichi-sempai, Hikari's older brother had come out of the closet.
He'd always thought that the older boy was very good looking in a vague 'I want to look like that when I grow up' kind of way.
And then there'd been Yamato. Everyone said Yamato looked like a girl, so Daisuke had rationalised his attraction to the older blond simply as confused attraction.
He'd chased Hikari for years. She'd been the girl he couldn't have, but because he was in love with a girl, he couldn't be gay.
When Hikari had said yes he'd been ecstatic, but lately he was finding it harder and harder to focus all his interest on her.
He knew she was pretty, he loved her, he had for years, but in terms of raw lust, well, he was more turned on by Ishida Yamato, and that was really starting to worry him.
His gaze flickered back to 'Keru, but he'd just fallen in love with a beautiful blonde FEMALE pole dancer. That made him straight. He had absolutely nothing to worry about.
//Because you looked just like a girl
Your baby blues would flash and suddenly a spell was cast//
Well, nothing except telling Hikari that a pole-dancer he'd only just met had changed his mind about dating the girl everyone knew he was planning to marry.
Daisuke's head fell into his hands, it felt like the blue-eyed siren had cast some sort of spell on him.
"Fuck," He whispered softly, "I'm absolutely fucked."
Takeru winced as he overheard Daisuke's words, they seemed to echo his own feelings so precisely, he'd just fallen for the one guy he had sworn he'd never want.
Beautiful, charming, sweet, often daft, always gorgeous Daisuke Motomiya. His best friend, his rival, and Hikari-chan's boyfriend.
"Daisuke Motomiya is straight, and I am not interested in him, or anyone. A relationship would just make my job a whole lot more complicated."
His blue eyes settled on the redhead and he sighed in despair, echoing the boys earlier words.
"I'm absolutely fucked."
A/N: Oh god, another chapter, what the hell am I on? Are you guys as scared as I am. This is a first for me! A whole new chapter. A very, very short chapter, but a whole new one nevertheless. This chapter is dedicated to Hailey, who always begs me for more of this story (why?!?) and my girlfriend Bonnie you're a sweetheart, Happy 18th Babe.