Title: Make-Believe Lovers
Author: FireDemon
E-mail: Ken_Dai_Love@hotmail.com
Rating: PG13
Category: AU. Band Fic.
Warnings: Shounen ai, Yaoi. Language.
Summary: AU. Ken and Daisuke are best friends with a gimmick that gets out of control, when they shoot to stardom. Sometimes fame and money doesn't bring happiness. **Shounen ai-ish**.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, it belongs to a lot of people, Toei, Fox Kids and. I forget the rest, let's just say my name isn't on the list. The idea and the badly written song, however, are all mine.
I would very much like to thank Nine (I apologise for the Daiyako, but it's vital to the plot), BlackSpark, UnluckyBlueGoddess, and Angel Wings. I appreciate the compliments, and any comments. I just hope that the very odd mix of yaoi and het doesn't put people off.
I revised this chapter - spelling and grammar. Please don't ask what I was on when I wrote it, I think I need to stop writing at 1 and 2am in the morning when I have school. Hope it's better now.
Chapter Two: I'm All Mixed Up
~March, 2001: Daisuke's POV~
It's dark, and only the dimly flickering light of a single street lamp lights the alleyway next to the studio we're recording our first music video in. Ken is leaning against the wall next to the door to our dressing rooms, his customary cigarette between his lips. He turns as I walk out, wordlessly offering me a drag as he exhales a cloud of smoke.
I dimly wonder when he started smoking, but I don't ask. The slightly bitter taste of the cigarette fills my mouth as I inhale and pass it back to him. He smirks, and takes another drag.
We stand next to each other in silence, until he flicks the but of his cigarette to the ground. It leaves a trail of fading sparks, and I step forward to crush it beneath my foot. The burning orange sparks disappear.
Ken finally speaks, "So what's up Daisuke, my love?"
"Oikawa sent me to get you. He wants us to practise "kissing" in our dressing room." I gaze at my best friend from under half-lowered lashes, trying to catch his reaction.
He gives a snort of laughter, and pulls me close, "And what do you think Daisu, shall we practise?"
I meet his eyes, and swear as I recognise the slightly glazed look he's wearing, "Fucking asshole. You fucking dick, Ken you dipshit, you've been drinking!"
He tilts my head up and kisses me roughly, his hands wandering over my body, "What do you think? Would Oikawa like to see this?"
I shove him away; "We're making a music video in less than an hour, what the fuck is wrong with you Ken?"
"Don't be like this, sweet cheeks, don't you love me?" Ken buries his face in my neck, nipping at it teasingly.
I pull away, and storm back into the building, "You're a fucking dickhead Ken!"
"I love you too," He slurs drunkenly, slumping back against the building.
I snarl and snatch up the half-full bottle of tequila Ken left in our dressing room, and take a swig without even bothering to find a cup. It burns my throat, and I nearly gag. I'm not really a tequila kind of guy, but right now, I have a fucking irresistible urge to get smashed.
I turn as Hikari and Miyako walk into the dressing room, both dressed in only their jeans and bra's, talking about something in low voices. They stop talking when they see me, but Miyako doesn't bother to acknowledge my presence in any other way.
"Where's Ken?" Hikari asks.
I snort, "Outside, off his face. Care for a drink ladies?"
Miyako finally reacts to my presence, snatching the bottle out of my hand and slaps me, hard, "Don't you dare fucking pull this act Daisuke. You want to be famous? Then you fucking have to work! We're all doing this for you!"
"Oh shut the fuck up Miyako!" I snarl, "You don't have to practise kissing Ken, you've got it easy. Don't you dare come in here and bitch at me!"
Ken finally staggers through the doorway, under the brighter lights of the dressing room I can see that his eyes are red from the drink, and heavily shadowed. He looks like shit. "Hey ladies, Daisu-koi..."
Miyako scowls, "I'm going to get Oikawa, don't fucking leave this room. Either of you!"
We watch her leave, and Ken drapes an arm over my shoulder, "Come on, let's practise, impress old Oikawa when he comes to visit. We gonna get famous, right Dai-dai?"
I stare at him through narrowed eyes, "Fine. But you need to sober up first."
Hikari hands him a coffee, although I'm not sure where she got it from, and helps him to sit on the bed, "Right Ken-ken, drink up."
Ken empties the entire cup within seconds and stands, "I need a cigarette."
Hikari sighs, obviously more familiar with Ken's bad habit then I had been, "Dais, you take him out the back, and come in as soon as he's finished the cigarette."
We walk out the back together, and Ken lights up another cigarette, his violet eyes fixed coldly on the other side of the alleyway.
I pluck the cigarette out of his fingers after his second drag, and inhale it deeply without asking permission. I think he's going to convince me to pick up smoking without having to even suggest it.
Ken steals it back, then exhales, "Dai-dai, do you really want to do this? You don't like kissing me at all. Maybe we should just call this off."
I shake my head, not looking at his face, "Nah, it's cool man. I can just pretend like you're Miya. It doesn't bother me Ken-ken, I'm just straight, that's all."
"Oh." Ken's voice is strangely subdued, but I don't think anything of it, because I'm selfish, and I care more about being famous then I do about the inevitability of this gimmick tearing my relationship with my three best friends to shreds. He places the cigarette between his lips again.
I appropriate the cigarette from it's resting place and finish it, crushing the butt against the wall behind me, before dropping it, "Head back in now?"
"Wait," Ken's voice holds a strange note I don't quite recognise, and then I find myself pinned to the wall as his lips close over mine.
It's not like the first time, I guess I've gotten used to the way he kisses. His style, it's good, hell, it's very good, but kissing a boy is only like kissing a girl until you get close enough to notice the difference - and the biggest difference is poking into my thigh.
I try to kiss back, because we don't practise anywhere near as much as Oikawa instructed us too. In fact most of our dressing-room practises degenerate into Miyako and I making out while Ken watches.
It's fun sometimes, being with both of them. I remember one time when Ken and I were on the bed, Ken tickling me, asking me teasingly how I liked to be touched Miyako had seen us. She'd smirked and shown Ken exactly how I liked to be touched. They'd had me writhing in pleasure within moments.
I find myself responding almost positively to the kiss, but I'm not thinking about Ken, I'm kissing him back as if he were Miyako. Our hands are all over each other, and I moan into his mouth,
"Mm... Miya-chan..."
Ken pulls back, a flash of something crossing his face before he jerks his head to the doorway behind us, "Let's head back in, eh Dais?"
I can feel that my cheeks are flushed from the kissing, so I nod hastily and precede him through the doorway.
Oikawa's in the dressing room when we walk in, and he looks... very pissed off, "Where the fuck have you two been? I need my two stars in top shape, not off drinking tequila and smoking cigarettes!" He tosses the half full bottle of tequila against the wall of our dressing room irritably.
Ken scowls, "We were practising making out - that is what you wanted us to do isn't it?"
Oikawa's anger simmers down, "I'm taking a huge gamble on you, don't you dare fuck this up for me!"
I shrug, "Yeah, whatever. Are we filming now?"
"Of course. You two girls need to get dressed; I want you on the set, butterfly kisses, shy holding hands. You two haven't been together long, but you think it's love. You're just scared of what other people will think. Daisuke, you're confident, in love, Ken you're longing for him, but at the same time scared."
We follow Oikawa out to the set, the first of which is a playground out the back of the building, the lights are bright, illuminating the darkened playground, and Miyako and Hikari are instructed to shyly exchange kisses.
He gets sick of them quicker than expected, and Ken and I walk out to take their place on the playground, lightly clasping our hands together.
"Very good. Daisuke, you're the pursuer, Ken's the sweet innocent virgin. Convince him that your love is pure!"
"Are we supposed to be singing the song?" I ask. The song in question is one that Oikawa... altered. Originally, ironic though this is, I wrote it for Miyako. The tune at least. Oikawa gave us the words, but Hikari changed a few and made the song sweeter, more poetic.
"We'll probably use the copy we recorded, but if you want to sing the words to each other, as an ode, we can use that too."
I nod, and turn to Ken, as Oikawa presses play on the CD player which has our demo single.
Ken smiles at me, and I smile back.
"And, action!" Oikawa's voice rings somewhere behind me, and I close my eyes and pretend that Ken is Miyako and I'm trying to convince her that I'm head over heels in love with her.
Without even thinking about it I draw his knuckles to my lips, gently kissing both hands, and then his wrists, before opening my mouth to sing along with the opening chorus,
"Two hearts, they beat in time... Two eyes, they won't meet mine."
Ken's fingers come up to trace my lips and face delicately as he takes the next two lines almost instinctively,
"Two lips so soft and sweet... One kiss means everything."
"One kiss means everything..." I echo his line, and judging the time to be right from his half-glazed eyes, I kiss him, with everything I have. He melts in my arms, returning the kiss with fervour.
"Is this love I think I feel? Or is it just a dream?" I notice the soft almost hopeful tone, and react as if the violet eyes I'm gazing into belong to some pretty girl, and draw Ken into my arms.
"If you truly feel for me, do not ignore my plea." His face is buried in the crook of my neck, and he kisses a trail to my ear, before suckling at my earlobe. I get the feeling that he's had a lot of experience with this.
We sing the chorus the same way as before, kissing, and "faking a love- fest" as it were, making sure that our angles are perfect for the camera.
"Tell me truly, tell me now..." Ken's voice is almost a whisper, overlain in my head with Miyako's, and I arch against him, kissing his throat.
"Two hearts, they beat in time... Two eyes, they won't meet mine."
He gives as good as he gets, his hands roaming more freely than in our alleyway kiss, "Two lips so soft and sweet... One kiss means everything."
I can't resist, I take his lips, exploring every inch of his mouth with a fervour I've never felt before, and I practically gasp out my last line,
"One kiss means everything..."
His moist lips leave my collarbone and return to mine. I nibble on his soft lower lip; one of my hands is caressing the plain of his stomach and hips while the other grips at his hair.
We moan together; but I don't hear him, my eyes are still closed, and when I kiss my way up to his ear, it's not him I'm thinking of. I don't even notice when I whisper, "Oh God, Miyako!"
He pulls away just as the camera stops rolling, and I open my eyes to see Miyako and Hikari staring at us wide-eyed.
Ken runs his hands back through his shoulder-length blue-black hair, separating the strands with a cool collected expression as he gazes at me through unreadable eyes, making light of the situation, "It's Ken, not Miyako. Remember Daisuke?"
I stare at him for a few seconds, then blush; "Oh shit. Sorry Ken - I got a little caught up in my daydream."
Ken smirks, "I noticed. Miya-chan you might want to give your boyfriend a hand," His eyes flicker down to look pointedly at my arousal, "Or a mouth. I think he was picturing you naked, because he was moaning your name."
Miyako looks caught between amusement and relief, peppered with annoyance, but she smiles at me nevertheless, "I was wondering why you were getting so into it."
I snort, "I'm secure in my sexuality thank you very much, and Ken isn't going to change that just because he's damned good at what he does."
Miyako rolls her eyes, "I know Mr. Straight-and-Narrow. Wanna head back to the dressing rooms?"
I nod, "Yeah, sure."
"Daisuke, don't go anywhere. We need you and Ken to hang around. The girls can leave but you two aren't finished yet."
Miyako laughs, "Aw, sorry Dai-kun. Looks like you're stuck here. Kari-chan and I will order some Chinese or something, and you and Ken can have some when you get home."
I nod and lean in to kiss her, but when Oikawa clears his throat she turns and the kiss lands platonically on her flushed cheek. "Bye Daisu."
I nod, "Bye Miya."
I watch as she and Kari leave, and return to Ken, slipping an arm around his shoulder comfortably, trying to get into the habit.
Oikawa smiles greasily at us, "Now boys, I want your input on the clip. You are the most important members of "Forbidden" after all."
The light reflected from the computer screen gleams off Kens tiny hooped earing and catches my attention. I always have been a sucker for shiny, pretty things.
I guess fame is one of them.
Authors Notes: Meh... missed the first 20 minutes of Queer as Folk thanks to this chapter *glares* I lost track of time. And it was a damn good episode too, Justin told the jock who he'd jerked off where to go. So hot - and it had a Justin/Brian sex scene. Ooh yeah.
I know I said Daiyako was going to go bye-bye, but it's still kind of important. Daisuke *is* straight, and he *does* have feelings for Miyako at this point. By chapter 5, you have my promise that the Daiyako will be irreparably destroyed, which may or may not be a bad thing. Myself, I don't have a problem with the pairing. I couldn't write Kenyako, Kenkari or Daikari, so Daiyako's it.
Author: FireDemon
E-mail: Ken_Dai_Love@hotmail.com
Rating: PG13
Category: AU. Band Fic.
Warnings: Shounen ai, Yaoi. Language.
Summary: AU. Ken and Daisuke are best friends with a gimmick that gets out of control, when they shoot to stardom. Sometimes fame and money doesn't bring happiness. **Shounen ai-ish**.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, it belongs to a lot of people, Toei, Fox Kids and. I forget the rest, let's just say my name isn't on the list. The idea and the badly written song, however, are all mine.
I would very much like to thank Nine (I apologise for the Daiyako, but it's vital to the plot), BlackSpark, UnluckyBlueGoddess, and Angel Wings. I appreciate the compliments, and any comments. I just hope that the very odd mix of yaoi and het doesn't put people off.
I revised this chapter - spelling and grammar. Please don't ask what I was on when I wrote it, I think I need to stop writing at 1 and 2am in the morning when I have school. Hope it's better now.
Chapter Two: I'm All Mixed Up
~March, 2001: Daisuke's POV~
It's dark, and only the dimly flickering light of a single street lamp lights the alleyway next to the studio we're recording our first music video in. Ken is leaning against the wall next to the door to our dressing rooms, his customary cigarette between his lips. He turns as I walk out, wordlessly offering me a drag as he exhales a cloud of smoke.
I dimly wonder when he started smoking, but I don't ask. The slightly bitter taste of the cigarette fills my mouth as I inhale and pass it back to him. He smirks, and takes another drag.
We stand next to each other in silence, until he flicks the but of his cigarette to the ground. It leaves a trail of fading sparks, and I step forward to crush it beneath my foot. The burning orange sparks disappear.
Ken finally speaks, "So what's up Daisuke, my love?"
"Oikawa sent me to get you. He wants us to practise "kissing" in our dressing room." I gaze at my best friend from under half-lowered lashes, trying to catch his reaction.
He gives a snort of laughter, and pulls me close, "And what do you think Daisu, shall we practise?"
I meet his eyes, and swear as I recognise the slightly glazed look he's wearing, "Fucking asshole. You fucking dick, Ken you dipshit, you've been drinking!"
He tilts my head up and kisses me roughly, his hands wandering over my body, "What do you think? Would Oikawa like to see this?"
I shove him away; "We're making a music video in less than an hour, what the fuck is wrong with you Ken?"
"Don't be like this, sweet cheeks, don't you love me?" Ken buries his face in my neck, nipping at it teasingly.
I pull away, and storm back into the building, "You're a fucking dickhead Ken!"
"I love you too," He slurs drunkenly, slumping back against the building.
I snarl and snatch up the half-full bottle of tequila Ken left in our dressing room, and take a swig without even bothering to find a cup. It burns my throat, and I nearly gag. I'm not really a tequila kind of guy, but right now, I have a fucking irresistible urge to get smashed.
I turn as Hikari and Miyako walk into the dressing room, both dressed in only their jeans and bra's, talking about something in low voices. They stop talking when they see me, but Miyako doesn't bother to acknowledge my presence in any other way.
"Where's Ken?" Hikari asks.
I snort, "Outside, off his face. Care for a drink ladies?"
Miyako finally reacts to my presence, snatching the bottle out of my hand and slaps me, hard, "Don't you dare fucking pull this act Daisuke. You want to be famous? Then you fucking have to work! We're all doing this for you!"
"Oh shut the fuck up Miyako!" I snarl, "You don't have to practise kissing Ken, you've got it easy. Don't you dare come in here and bitch at me!"
Ken finally staggers through the doorway, under the brighter lights of the dressing room I can see that his eyes are red from the drink, and heavily shadowed. He looks like shit. "Hey ladies, Daisu-koi..."
Miyako scowls, "I'm going to get Oikawa, don't fucking leave this room. Either of you!"
We watch her leave, and Ken drapes an arm over my shoulder, "Come on, let's practise, impress old Oikawa when he comes to visit. We gonna get famous, right Dai-dai?"
I stare at him through narrowed eyes, "Fine. But you need to sober up first."
Hikari hands him a coffee, although I'm not sure where she got it from, and helps him to sit on the bed, "Right Ken-ken, drink up."
Ken empties the entire cup within seconds and stands, "I need a cigarette."
Hikari sighs, obviously more familiar with Ken's bad habit then I had been, "Dais, you take him out the back, and come in as soon as he's finished the cigarette."
We walk out the back together, and Ken lights up another cigarette, his violet eyes fixed coldly on the other side of the alleyway.
I pluck the cigarette out of his fingers after his second drag, and inhale it deeply without asking permission. I think he's going to convince me to pick up smoking without having to even suggest it.
Ken steals it back, then exhales, "Dai-dai, do you really want to do this? You don't like kissing me at all. Maybe we should just call this off."
I shake my head, not looking at his face, "Nah, it's cool man. I can just pretend like you're Miya. It doesn't bother me Ken-ken, I'm just straight, that's all."
"Oh." Ken's voice is strangely subdued, but I don't think anything of it, because I'm selfish, and I care more about being famous then I do about the inevitability of this gimmick tearing my relationship with my three best friends to shreds. He places the cigarette between his lips again.
I appropriate the cigarette from it's resting place and finish it, crushing the butt against the wall behind me, before dropping it, "Head back in now?"
"Wait," Ken's voice holds a strange note I don't quite recognise, and then I find myself pinned to the wall as his lips close over mine.
It's not like the first time, I guess I've gotten used to the way he kisses. His style, it's good, hell, it's very good, but kissing a boy is only like kissing a girl until you get close enough to notice the difference - and the biggest difference is poking into my thigh.
I try to kiss back, because we don't practise anywhere near as much as Oikawa instructed us too. In fact most of our dressing-room practises degenerate into Miyako and I making out while Ken watches.
It's fun sometimes, being with both of them. I remember one time when Ken and I were on the bed, Ken tickling me, asking me teasingly how I liked to be touched Miyako had seen us. She'd smirked and shown Ken exactly how I liked to be touched. They'd had me writhing in pleasure within moments.
I find myself responding almost positively to the kiss, but I'm not thinking about Ken, I'm kissing him back as if he were Miyako. Our hands are all over each other, and I moan into his mouth,
"Mm... Miya-chan..."
Ken pulls back, a flash of something crossing his face before he jerks his head to the doorway behind us, "Let's head back in, eh Dais?"
I can feel that my cheeks are flushed from the kissing, so I nod hastily and precede him through the doorway.
Oikawa's in the dressing room when we walk in, and he looks... very pissed off, "Where the fuck have you two been? I need my two stars in top shape, not off drinking tequila and smoking cigarettes!" He tosses the half full bottle of tequila against the wall of our dressing room irritably.
Ken scowls, "We were practising making out - that is what you wanted us to do isn't it?"
Oikawa's anger simmers down, "I'm taking a huge gamble on you, don't you dare fuck this up for me!"
I shrug, "Yeah, whatever. Are we filming now?"
"Of course. You two girls need to get dressed; I want you on the set, butterfly kisses, shy holding hands. You two haven't been together long, but you think it's love. You're just scared of what other people will think. Daisuke, you're confident, in love, Ken you're longing for him, but at the same time scared."
We follow Oikawa out to the set, the first of which is a playground out the back of the building, the lights are bright, illuminating the darkened playground, and Miyako and Hikari are instructed to shyly exchange kisses.
He gets sick of them quicker than expected, and Ken and I walk out to take their place on the playground, lightly clasping our hands together.
"Very good. Daisuke, you're the pursuer, Ken's the sweet innocent virgin. Convince him that your love is pure!"
"Are we supposed to be singing the song?" I ask. The song in question is one that Oikawa... altered. Originally, ironic though this is, I wrote it for Miyako. The tune at least. Oikawa gave us the words, but Hikari changed a few and made the song sweeter, more poetic.
"We'll probably use the copy we recorded, but if you want to sing the words to each other, as an ode, we can use that too."
I nod, and turn to Ken, as Oikawa presses play on the CD player which has our demo single.
Ken smiles at me, and I smile back.
"And, action!" Oikawa's voice rings somewhere behind me, and I close my eyes and pretend that Ken is Miyako and I'm trying to convince her that I'm head over heels in love with her.
Without even thinking about it I draw his knuckles to my lips, gently kissing both hands, and then his wrists, before opening my mouth to sing along with the opening chorus,
"Two hearts, they beat in time... Two eyes, they won't meet mine."
Ken's fingers come up to trace my lips and face delicately as he takes the next two lines almost instinctively,
"Two lips so soft and sweet... One kiss means everything."
"One kiss means everything..." I echo his line, and judging the time to be right from his half-glazed eyes, I kiss him, with everything I have. He melts in my arms, returning the kiss with fervour.
"Is this love I think I feel? Or is it just a dream?" I notice the soft almost hopeful tone, and react as if the violet eyes I'm gazing into belong to some pretty girl, and draw Ken into my arms.
"If you truly feel for me, do not ignore my plea." His face is buried in the crook of my neck, and he kisses a trail to my ear, before suckling at my earlobe. I get the feeling that he's had a lot of experience with this.
We sing the chorus the same way as before, kissing, and "faking a love- fest" as it were, making sure that our angles are perfect for the camera.
"Tell me truly, tell me now..." Ken's voice is almost a whisper, overlain in my head with Miyako's, and I arch against him, kissing his throat.
"Two hearts, they beat in time... Two eyes, they won't meet mine."
He gives as good as he gets, his hands roaming more freely than in our alleyway kiss, "Two lips so soft and sweet... One kiss means everything."
I can't resist, I take his lips, exploring every inch of his mouth with a fervour I've never felt before, and I practically gasp out my last line,
"One kiss means everything..."
His moist lips leave my collarbone and return to mine. I nibble on his soft lower lip; one of my hands is caressing the plain of his stomach and hips while the other grips at his hair.
We moan together; but I don't hear him, my eyes are still closed, and when I kiss my way up to his ear, it's not him I'm thinking of. I don't even notice when I whisper, "Oh God, Miyako!"
He pulls away just as the camera stops rolling, and I open my eyes to see Miyako and Hikari staring at us wide-eyed.
Ken runs his hands back through his shoulder-length blue-black hair, separating the strands with a cool collected expression as he gazes at me through unreadable eyes, making light of the situation, "It's Ken, not Miyako. Remember Daisuke?"
I stare at him for a few seconds, then blush; "Oh shit. Sorry Ken - I got a little caught up in my daydream."
Ken smirks, "I noticed. Miya-chan you might want to give your boyfriend a hand," His eyes flicker down to look pointedly at my arousal, "Or a mouth. I think he was picturing you naked, because he was moaning your name."
Miyako looks caught between amusement and relief, peppered with annoyance, but she smiles at me nevertheless, "I was wondering why you were getting so into it."
I snort, "I'm secure in my sexuality thank you very much, and Ken isn't going to change that just because he's damned good at what he does."
Miyako rolls her eyes, "I know Mr. Straight-and-Narrow. Wanna head back to the dressing rooms?"
I nod, "Yeah, sure."
"Daisuke, don't go anywhere. We need you and Ken to hang around. The girls can leave but you two aren't finished yet."
Miyako laughs, "Aw, sorry Dai-kun. Looks like you're stuck here. Kari-chan and I will order some Chinese or something, and you and Ken can have some when you get home."
I nod and lean in to kiss her, but when Oikawa clears his throat she turns and the kiss lands platonically on her flushed cheek. "Bye Daisu."
I nod, "Bye Miya."
I watch as she and Kari leave, and return to Ken, slipping an arm around his shoulder comfortably, trying to get into the habit.
Oikawa smiles greasily at us, "Now boys, I want your input on the clip. You are the most important members of "Forbidden" after all."
The light reflected from the computer screen gleams off Kens tiny hooped earing and catches my attention. I always have been a sucker for shiny, pretty things.
I guess fame is one of them.
Authors Notes: Meh... missed the first 20 minutes of Queer as Folk thanks to this chapter *glares* I lost track of time. And it was a damn good episode too, Justin told the jock who he'd jerked off where to go. So hot - and it had a Justin/Brian sex scene. Ooh yeah.
I know I said Daiyako was going to go bye-bye, but it's still kind of important. Daisuke *is* straight, and he *does* have feelings for Miyako at this point. By chapter 5, you have my promise that the Daiyako will be irreparably destroyed, which may or may not be a bad thing. Myself, I don't have a problem with the pairing. I couldn't write Kenyako, Kenkari or Daikari, so Daiyako's it.