sequel to Balance
AUTHOR: Macx and Lara Bee
DISCLAIMER: Not ours. Darn it!
Author's Voice of Warning (aka Author's Note):
English is not my first language; it's German. This is the best I can
do. Any mistakes you find in here, collect them and you might win a prize
g> The spell-checker said everything's okay, but you know how
trustworthy those thingies are.....
ARCHIVE: yes
WARNINGS: none
TYPE: yaoi
RATING: R, for FFNet specifically
All NC-17 has been cut out. For the full version, follow my website
link on my profile page
PAIRING: Daisuke/Satoshi
FEEDBACK: empty inbox seeks emails g>
It was a perfect day. It was sunny, warm without being too hot, they
had a whole day with nothing planned ahead of them, and another day like
it tomorrow. Hikari Satoshi whistled to himself as he checked for mail,
taking two letters out of the mailbox – one for him, one for Daisuke –
and went back into the kitchen. Balancing two refilled mugs of coffee,
special blend, and the letters, he returned to the bedroom where his lover
was stretched out on the bed, a mouth-watering sight to behold. Satoshi
leaned against the door jamb and just looked. He liked watching. A lot.
Daisuke had his eyes closed, enjoying the sun coming through the open
sliding doors that led onto a vast balcony, his sun-tanned skin in contrast
to the white sheets, the tousled hair falling into his face. Even today
Satoshi wondered how he could have been so lucky to be with this man, to
be his friend and lover, to be alive. He owed so much to Daisuke that he
could never repay. He loved him without reservation, found joy in the simple
beauty of this man. Daisuke was his life.
Placing the two mugs on the nightstand, he sat down on the mattress,
leaned over, and kissed his lover. The reply was instantaneous as a quick
tongue met his, greeting him in kind.
"You've got mail," Satoshi whispered, waving the envelope.
"Hmpf. Advertisements?"
"Nope. Looks official."
Daisuke looked at the letter and frowned briefly when he read the sender.
"What is it, Dai?" Satoshi asked, snuggling closer.
He loved lazy mornings, breakfast in bed, and… well, whatever it might
lead to.
"It's a letter from my old prof. Strange. Why would he write to me?"
"Only one way to find out," Satoshi murmured, placing a small kiss
on his lover's neck as he passed him the letter opener.
He couldn't help the sudden jolt of dread that rushed through his body,
though, only suppress the shudder it caused. Somebody walked over my grave,
he thought, watching as Daisuke slid open the envelope and started to read.
A broad smile lit up his face, and Satoshi breathed a sigh of relieve.
"Wow, this is cool."
"What does he want?"
"Yamamoto-sensei was my art history professor. Believe it or not, but
he has arranged a practical training for me at the National Museum of Prague
for two months. I can't believe it, this is so cool."
"But this museum is in the Czech Republic, isn't it?"
The dread returned.
Large brown eyes looked at him with a glimpse of confusion, then understanding
set in. Daisuke put the letter down.
"Yeah, you're right. It's too far away. I'd have to leave you alone
the entire time. I'll refuse."
Satoshi could hear the hesitation, though his lover made every effort
to hide it. Daisuke wanted this. Moreover, Daisuke needed this; it could
mean the difference between a well-paid job and living on the street in
the future. Satoshi might be wealthy, but Daisuke had his pride. He had
refused taking money from his lover, working part-time jobs to support
himself throughout the university, and he still had a long way to go to
reach a level where he could safely say he could choose his jobs. Right
now he was a freshly graduated student, he needed the practical experience,
and the National Museum was renowned.
Satoshi swallowed once, letting his hand wander down the firm body,
closely followed by his lips.
"Take it."
"Sato… " Daisuke moaned.
"Take it. I'll manage. I've done so before, and it's only two months."
And then the distraction worked, the letter gliding onto the floor,
forgotten, as Daisuke opened up under him.
Emiko was delighted about the offer and immediately made preparations
for her son to fly to Europe. Daisuke spoke of nothing else and Satoshi
tried not to let his unease show.
Two months without Daisuke. Two months only with himself and… the demon.
Two months of… loneliness.
He didn't know what that word meant anymore. The last years had been
a constant of companionship, friendship… and finally love. A love that
ran so deep, he wondered if it was even real. Now he'd have to fend alone
for two months. Not such a big deal, actually. Other couples lived apart
now and then, too.
He could do this.
He could.
Looking at the bed they had shared just a few hours earlier Satoshi
bit his lower lip.
"Who am I trying to fool?" he whispered and turned on his heels, walking
out of the bedroom. It felt cold already.
There was still Daisuke's family who had welcomed him into their fold
after the whole battle had been over, after peace had settled, and who
hadn't tried to convince Daisuke that loving a Hikari was wrong. But Emiko,
Kosuke and Daikii couldn't make up for the solid body in his arms, the
very presence of Daisuke with him.
"Shit, I'm losing it," he muttered to himself. "It's just.. two months."
And the moments they had left were getting less… So many preparations,
so many little things. Daisuke had already packed some stuff, had made
big plans on what to do and what to see, and he had more than once invited
Satoshi to come along.
He had declined. He had a job here. He didn't fit into Daisuke's life
in Prague. His lover was supposed to study and shape his career, not walk
around the city and have a fun time with his lover.
No, it was better this way. For Daisuke.
Satoshi would just have to learn to cope.
Two months.
Sixty-one days.
Too many hours. Too much time alone... with Krad.