A/N: Only about two more chapters to go. Well, the last is going to be more of an epilogue...anyways. This chapter's been finished for a while now, but I never got around to editing and uploading it. Sorry! So sorry! Well, it's here now, so read and enjoy. Hmm...I have a feeling I'm going to be screamed at for the ending of this chapter. ^-^'
Warning: This chapter is...hmm...lime-ey. **People cheer** Yes, we have Yamasuke!
Daisuke opened his eyes wearily and sighed. He had tried closing the blinds to block the moonlight out, snuggling in the blanket, and putting his pillow over his head, but it was useless. He simply could not fall back asleep. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearing three o' clock. He sighed again and sat up in bed, deciding to go to Yamato's room.
It had been four days since he had first slept at Yamato's house, and Yamato had somehow managed to convince him to stay there until he had a clear plan in his head about what he wanted to do about his relationship with Ken, and so far, he still didn't have a clue. He wondered to himself how Ken was doing all on his own, and whether or not Ken missed him. He was sure Ken wasn't worried about him. It wasn't the first time Daisuke had disappeared for a few days, with no explanation other than he had needed to get away for a while. Ken probably figured he would show up again pretty soon.
During those four nights he had slept there, it had been hard for him to adjust. He wasn't used to sleeping alone and in a strange bed. This was why, on the third night, he had decided to crawl into Yamato's bed and ask to sleep there, and Yamato had said that Daisuke could sleep in his bed whenever he wished to. He had been glad that Yamato hadn't tried anything with him that night, instead keeping to his side of the bed and falling asleep with his back to Daisuke, so as not to make the boy uncomfortable.
He made his way to Yamato's room and carefully opened the door. Yamato seemed to be asleep, though Daisuke couldn't see his face. He closed the door quietly and got into the bed, pulling the blankets over himself and lying down facing Yamato's back.
He closed his eyes.
"Daisuke?"
He opened his eyes.
Yamato turned around to face him, brow furrowed in concern. "Is everything all right?"
"Yeah, I just couldn't sleep. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not. I told you you're welcome in my room at any time during the night, right?"
"Yeah. Thank you."
"Think nothing of it." Yamato smiled at him and turned back around, giving the boy his privacy. "Goodnight, Daisuke."
"Goodnight," the boy whispered, closing his eyes.
A few minutes later, Daisuke opened his eyes again, sighing when he found sleep still wasn't coming to his body willingly. He stared at Yamato's back and began studying the boy in front of him. His back was concealed in a black t-shirt and didn't show much, but Daisuke knew what Yamato looked like underneath the shirt.
The night before, Yamato had gone to bed without a shirt on, and he'd had a clear view of the blonde's smooth, pale back every time he'd turned around to look at him. His eyes trailed upwards to look at the golden blonde hair covering part of Yamato's neck and spreading out over the pillow, seeming to give off some sort of blue glow under the moonlight, as if it were a strange glow-in-the-dark color of hair.
He looked at the exposed flesh of the blonde's neck, eyes tracing the gentle curve to the shoulder, moving down over the pale, thin arm that disappeared from the elbow down as it curved around the blonde's stomach. Daisuke grinned when he noticed that the hips were slightly curvier than usual for a boy, and he saw that the boy's shirt had ridden up to expose creamy skin. Daisuke blushed when he realized he was fully checking Yamato out while he was asleep. Feeling as if he were cheating the blonde, he turned around and willed himself to get rid of all mental images regarding Yamato.
He soon found that he couldn't stop thinking of him. Giving into his impulses with a sigh, he shifted around to face the boy again, looking him over. He stilled himself and listened to Yamato's breathing, trying to make sure he was sleeping. When he was fairly sure the boy wouldn't wake up, he reached out and gently ran his fingers over the curve of the boy's neck. He heard Yamato give a small gasp and his heart sunk when Yamato began turning over to face him, eyes looking surprised and confused.
"Daisuke?" he questioned uncertainly. "What are you doing?"
Daisuke's eyes were wide and his hand was still held in the air.
"I. . .I don't know?"
He blushed when he realized he was still looking over Yamato's body and shut his eyes, willing himself to disappear or for all of this to be a dream.
Yamato frowned when the boy shut his eyes and blushed. "Were you checking me out just now?"
"I couldn't help it," Daisuke said weakly, opening his eyes but not lifting them to the blonde. "You look so good."
"Really?" Yamato asked, eyebrows raising, feeling himself blushing as well.
Daisuke nodded and Yamato felt his heart thudding in his chest.
"You're. . .attracted to me?"
"Of course I am," Daisuke said quickly, looking away. "I mean, look at you. . .who wouldn't be?"
"I'm attracted to you, too," Yamato admitted. "Well, I think you knew that already."
He noticed that Daisuke had looked up again and was staring at his lips. Yamato swallowed and hoped he wasn't about to screw things up.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
Daisuke raised his eyes to stare into the blonde's and slowly nodded. Yamato took a deep breath and moved forward, closing the distance between them. He paused before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to Daisuke's lips, shutting his eyes when Daisuke automatically deepened it. Daisuke wrapped his arms around the blonde and gently pulled him on top of him, running a hand through Yamato's hair and moaning softly into their passionate kiss. Yamato kissed him hungrily, obviously having been holding back around the redhead for all of this time. Daisuke sighed when Yamato lowered his head to gently kiss Daisuke's neck, trailing wet kisses down to his shoulder and back up again. Daisuke moaned when Yamato licked and sucked on the tender flesh where the neck curved away to the shoulder, wrapping his arms around Yamato's waist.
Yamato pulled away, breathing heavily, eyes clouded. "Are you sure you want this?"
Daisuke nodded quickly and pulled him back down to kiss him again.
"Yes," he breathed in between kisses. Yamato gasped when Daisuke worked a hand into his boxers, stroking him and grasping him. Yamato pulled his t-shirt off and carefully pulled Daisuke's off. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of Daisuke's boxers and paused again.
"Are you sure-"
"Yes!" Daisuke insisted, yanking Yamato's boxers down for him.
"Okay, okay!" Yamato replied, pulling Daisuke's down and off of his body, throwing both boxers over the side of the bed.
The boxers fell onto the ground along with the rest of the discarded clothing. Soon, the blanket joined them.
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Daisuke stared at the ceiling, eyes wide. Yamato lay half on top of him, eyes closed peacefully, smiling in his sleep. Daisuke knew he should be basking in the afterglow as well, but he couldn't help but listen to the nagging voice in the back of his mind.
He was still technically going out with Ken. He had just technically been fucked by Yamato. He had just technically cheated on his boyfriend.
Ken was probably worrying about him, waiting for him to come home, missing him, and there he was, sleeping around behind his back.
The guilt could probably swallow him whole. He could feel it, the black pit in his stomach that was growing wider with ever second spent under the sleeping blonde, in his bed, in his house, and not in Ken's house.
Daisuke felt dirty. He also couldn't help but feel a little bit used. He felt like Yamato had taken advantage of him. He had been suffering from withdrawal from his boyfriend's bed, leaving him somewhat horny and wanting physical contact. He hadn't been thinking clearly. If he had, he would never have slept with Yamato. A little voice reminded him that Yamato had asked twice if he was sure he wanted to go through with it, but he ignored the voice. It wasn't as if he was in the right mind to protest against the pleasure he had been craving for four nights.
He wanted a shower.
Making sure not to wake the blonde, he slid out from under Yamato and crept to the door. After he took a shower, he felt a little cleaner, but he still felt incredibly guilty over what he'd done.
You ruin everything. You fuck up everything good he's given you, like the ungrateful asshole you are.
He cringed and touched two fingers to his temple, feeling a headache coming on.
"I can't stay here," he decided. He wasn't up to seeing Yamato the next morning, when the weight of their actions that night would surely cave in on them. He began gathering his clothes up in a bag, trying to fit as many of his possessions in as he could. He had made up his mind. He had to go back home to Ken and confess what he had done. Ken wouldn't be happy with him, but Daisuke was fairly sure he would eventually forgive him. After all, Ken loved him, didn't he?
Once he was finished packing, he carried his backpack to the front door. Closing the door behind him, feeling oddly colder than he had inside of the house, he turned and began walking in the direction of his home.
