Finding Obsolescence
A Day in the Life (and then some)

by Lavender Feline

Author Note - this is IMPORTANT, people!
doesn't allow adult content. I know this. This chapter HAS adult content. I tried to cut it and just put a link externally for those of you who want to read it, but guess what? also doesn't allow LINKS or even just the raw ADDRESS in its files! ;; So... yeah. Beware, this chapter goes into the ADULT range. I'd like to think of it as kinda fluffy adult stuff, and not hot sticky wet PORN adult stuff, but... still, it's there. I would really appreciate it if no one reports me and has me kicked off since I DID try to do something else here... and I am putting a warning. sigh I tried, people. I tried!

He wasn't wearing a shirt. That's the first thing Daisuke noticed. As his gaze slid down Taichi's torso, Daisuke swallowed hard. The older boy was... wet. His muscles were more obvious than usual. And the thin black workout pants he was wearing were resting so low on his hips that Daisuke couldn't help but stare.

'He's all... sweaty and... pumped and...' Daisuke swallowed again, letting his gaze drift slightly lower to where the far-too-thin pants revealed that Taichi was not wearing underwear under them. Yanking his hands up to cover his nose and sniffing hard, Daisuke hoped he wouldn't get a nose bleed. He hadn't gotten one in years, but if he was going to get one again, it would be now. 'He must have been working out,' Daisuke thought, looking back up to meet Taichi's face.

Eyebrow arched, smirking, Taichi folded his arms. "Somethin' wrong?"

Yanking his hands down again, Daisuke forced a smile, hoping he wasn't blushing as hard as he thought he was. "N-no!"

"Hikari's not here." Taichi turned and walked back into the apartment. "She's out with Miyako."

Daisuke stepped through the doorway and kicked off his shoes, shutting the door behind him and following the older boy into the living room. "I wasn't looking for her."

"I didn't think you were." Taichi sat on the arm of the couch and was drying himself with a small white towel.

Daisuke watched with interest, eyes wide, wondering if offering to help would be too weird. "...Oh."

"I know, y'know." Taichi looked up at him and tossed the towel onto the couch. He wasn't smiling anymore.

Daisuke's jaw dropped. "What! But... I..." Daisuke felt his heart race. He knew! How could he know!

"Takeru called. Guess he was looking for Yamato. Wanted to tell him what happened." Taichi cocked his head. He still wasn't smiling.

"I... I..." Daisuke fisted his hands at his sides and ducked his head, staring hard at the floor. "I'm sorry!"

"Huh? What for?" Taichi crossed the room and placed a hand on Daisuke's shoulder. "You didn't do anything. If Takeru doesn't like you it's his loss, okay? He's never been too bright."

Daisuke looked up sharply, eyes wide. "He... told you we broke up."

Taichi grinned at that. "Yeah. What else would he have told me?"

"N-nothing." Daisuke grinned again, relieved. Still, his heartbeat didn't slow. Taichi was so close. Daisuke could smell him. He never thought the smell of someone's sweat would be so intoxicating, but Taichi almost smelled better like this. Stronger. Daisuke's gaze slid back down to Taichi's chest again. He took a deep breath, forcing his hands to stay at his sides and not reach out and touch the older boy.

"You doin' okay?" Taichi sounded concerned.

Daisuke looked back up only to find Taichi's face far too close to his own. He looked worried. "Me?" Daisuke's voice was breathy. "Yeah... fine..." 'I'm fine? Sure... why wouldn't I be? Taichi-senpai is right there. Everything is fine.'

Taichi ran a hand through Daisuke's hair, grinning gently. "You liked him, huh?"

"No!" Daisuke said, far too loudly. "I mean... no. I didn't. He's stupid, anyway!"

Taichi's grin widened. "Oh. I thought you were dating him 'cause you liked him, so-"

"No... he's not the one..." Daisuke's words caught in his throat. 'Why can't I just say it!'

"Taichi?" a woman's voice called from down the hall.

Daisuke jumped, pulling away from Taichi in panic. 'Who's that! Why're they here! What if they can tell!'

"Yeah, mom?" Taichi yelled back, giving Daisuke an odd look.

"I'm going to meet your father at the airport," Taichi's mother said, walking down the hall towards them, digging through her purse. "Cabs are so expensive these days-" She looked up and cut herself off. "Oh, Daisuke-kun! What are you doing here?"

"Hi, Mrs. Yagami." Daisuke grinned sheepishly. 'I wasn't just having unclean thoughts about your son! No way! Not me!'

"Well, anyhow, we won't be back for a few hours." She turned to look at Taichi and scowled. "Honestly, Taichi, put some clothes on!"

"I am wearing clothes, see?" Taichi tugged on a pants leg, unintentionally pulling the pants even lower on his hips.

Daisuke's eyes bugged out. 'H-h-hair... I can see hair...' He gulped hard and looked away sharply. 'Not thinking about it! Not thinking about what's down there, no not me!'

"That does not count as clothing. You weren't out jogging in that, were you?" She looked horrified. "The neighbors already think you're a hooligan, it doesn't help if-"

"No way, mom! I was wearing this, too!" Taichi held up an old white tank top from the couch. It would have been baggy on him, and Daisuke doubted it would have done anything more than make him look like more of a social misfit.

'A sexy social misfit,' Daisuke corrected himself.

"That's it, I'm buying you new work out gear as soon as your father gets paid." Taichi's mother sighed and shook her head. "Forgive my son, Daisuke-kun, he's not a very bright boy."

Daisuke's gaze snapped back to her quickly and he grinned as innocently as he could. "Yeah! Um... I mean..."

"Hey," Taichi whined.

"I'll be back in the morning," Mrs. Yagami said, going back towards the door. "Daisuke-kun can spend the night if he'd like. Don't burn the building down." And with that, she was gone.

Taichi sighed. "What does my mom think I am, ten years old? I don't have sleepovers anymore."

Daisuke relaxed again, glad to know that he was actually alone with Taichi this time. "But Yamato-san told me you have people over all the time!"

Taichi smirked. "Yeah, but I don't tell my mom about those people. We're not exactly watching movies and playing Monopoly, y'know."

"Oh," Daisuke said, blushing faintly. "Right."

"Look, I gotta take a shower, I must reek." Taichi grabbed the towel and began towards the bathroom.

"I wanted to talk to you about some stuff..." Daisuke mumbled, following on his heels.

Taichi nodded. "Yeah, sure, c'mon, you can talk while I shower." He entered the bathroom and turned on the water, stretching and bending over to touch his toes before he undid the knotted cord that was barely holding the pants on, and they slipped off of him to the floor.

Daisuke shut the door behind them and stared, wide-eyed, as Taichi entered the shower, closing the curtain behind him. Gritting his teeth and doing his best not to think about the way Taichi had looked completely naked, Daisuke sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, and stared at the shower curtain. It was just clear enough that he could see the blurry outline of Taichi's figure behind it. 'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea,' he thought, considering getting up and leaving before any harm could be done.

"So? What's bothering you if you didn't like Takeru?" Taichi said loudly, trying to be heard over the running water.

Daisuke tensed at the sound of his senpai's voice. "Um..." he began, wondering how to put this. "I guess... getting dumped really sucks."

"Yeah," Taichi said.

Daisuke could see him nodding in agreement as he soaped himself. Watching his senpai shower had never been something he'd fantasized about, but he was pretty sure it would be in his list of top tens now. He cursed the curtain for being both too blurry and not blurry enough.

"But y'know, you and Takeru were kinda weird together anyway. Maybe you'd be better off with someone you have more in common with or somethin'."

"Yeah," Daisuke said, his voice sounding dry. The air in the room was getting humid and warm. "That's what I was thinking."

"So, got anyone in mind?" Taichi asked, poking his head out from behind the curtain.

"Kind of," Daisuke mumbled, looking away quickly.

"Well, who is it?" Taichi smirked and flicked water at him. "You gotta tell me if you came all the way here."

"Agh! Hey!" Daisuke scowled at him. "I'm not gonna tell you if you do that!"

"What, this?" Taichi grinned evilly and grabbed the showerhead, turning it so it would spray into the room, and thoroughly soaked Daisuke.

Sitting there dripping and miserable, Daisuke thought he must resemble a wet cat. He gave Taichi his best angry pout, but he was pretty sure he didn't look very impressive like this.

Taichi laughed. "Aw, sorry, Dai."

Daisuke blushed. 'Dai! What...' "You should be," he said, unable to repress the grin that was spreading over his face. "I'm soaked! Now I'm gonna get a cold and die!"

Shaking his head, Taichi slipped back into the shower and shut the curtain again. "Well, dry off, then!"

Daisuke sighed and stood, wondering how exactly he could dry off with clothes that were soaked through. He shrugged and tugged his shirt off, laying it over the sink, quickly followed by the rest of his clothes. He grabbed a clean towel from the rack on the wall and dried himself off, pulling his goggles down to hang around his neck, and was just drying his hair when the shower was turned off.

Taichi opened the curtain and froze. His eyes were wide. "Um..."

"Can I use your dryer?" Daisuke asked, not looking up. "If I go home like that mom'll kill me."

"Sure," Taichi said, stepping out of the shower and grabbing the other towel.

Daisuke glanced up only to be reminded that Taichi was naked, and he quickly wrapped the towel around his waist, hoping that would hide the beginnings of an erection, should he need it.

Taichi followed suit, wrapping the towel around his waist. He stared at Daisuke with an odd expression.

Daisuke shifted from one foot to the other, and back again. He didn't like being stared at. "What?"

"Huh?" Taichi's gaze focused again. "Nothing."

Wary, Daisuke turned and slipped out the door, carrying his wet clothes with him. He went down the hall to where the small closet containing the washer and dryer were, and tossed them into the dryer, turning it on. Watching the clothes spin behind the small glass window, Daisuke's thoughts raced. 'So now do I tell him? What can I say! Hey, Taichi-senpai, I think I'm kinda madly in love with you! You feel the same way, right? ...He'll laugh at me.' Daisuke squinted his eyes shut tightly. 'This was a stupid idea. Really, really stupid. He looks like that naked, he could get anyone! Why would he want me!' Taking a deep breath, Daisuke spun around, eyes still shut. "Taichi-senpai, I-"

"Yeah?" Taichi's voice came from right in front of him.

Daisuke opened his eyes, trying to step back, but he was trapped between the older boy and the closet. "I, uh..." He swallowed hard and felt his heart begin to race again.

"Hey, you okay?" Taichi stepped closer, and Daisuke could feel the older boy's breath on his skin. Taichi took one of Daisuke's hands and frowned. "You're kinda shaking. You aren't really sick or anything, are you?"

When he opened his mouth, he meant to reassure his senpai that he was fine. Then he meant to say something dramatic, something genius, something Taichi couldn't resist. Something to show him how much he... Daisuke blushed hard. 'This is pathetic... I don't just like him, this is... a lot more. Man, what do I do! I gotta say it... I gotta say it!'

That's when Taichi's lips were pressed to his own.

Daisuke felt his heart skip a beat. The hand that was in Taichi's hand tensed until it was squeezing back. His eyes were so huge they hurt from the exposure to the dry air. 'Wha... what...' Trembling even more, Daisuke shut his eyes tightly. 'Gotta respond, gotta respond!'

And he kissed back. It was a small movement, his lips pressing back against Taichi's in response, but it was enough to jolt Taichi back into reality.

The older boy stepped back quickly, letting go of Daisuke's hand, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "I... shit."

Daisuke stared at him, eyes still wide, hand still in the air, hoping Taichi would take it again. 'Why... why... why why why why' "Why!" Daisuke blurted out, unable to think of anything besides that word.

Taichi tensed, looking guilty. "I... just... I'm sorry. You must... be pretty freaked out, right? I'm a big brother figure or somethin' to you so this is like, some kinda creepy incest thing..." Taichi laughed nervously. "Damn, Yamato was right, I need to stop thinking with my cock."

Daisuke shook his head quickly. "No!"

"No, I think I do," Taichi mumbled, looking away. "Lucky it hasn't gotten me in trouble yet, but-"

"No, I mean... I don't... think of you as a brother." Daisuke smiled nervously. "I have a big sister, and she sucks. I don't want another sibling. I just want..." The words died in his throat.

Taichi looked back at him curiously. "So, you're not traumatized?"

Daisuke laughed softly, blinking hard. "No."

"Great," Taichi said, obviously relieved. "Man, sorry about it, though. Just... I have trouble resisting sexy half naked boys." He smirked, amused with himself.

Daisuke gaped at him. "You think I'm sexy!"

Taichi tensed again, as if he were afraid this was the wrong answer. "Well... sure... I mean... lots of people are sexy, but..."

"...Oh." Daisuke looked away. 'Lots of people. Well... yeah, sure! Lots of people are! But... he thinks I'm ONE of them.' He grinned and looked back at Taichi, feeling a new spark of hope. "I think you're sexy, too."

Taichi arched his eyebrows and grinned smugly. "You do, huh? Hey, been a while since someone said that not during sex."

Daisuke blushed, suddenly flooded with images of Taichi having sex with all those sexy people he mentioned. He blushed harder, flooded with images of Taichi having sex with him. "Yeah... you're really sexy."

The smug look on Taichi's face faded. "You think so, huh?"

"Yeah," Daisuke mumbled, looking away. "Probly pretty obvious though, huh?" He gave a short laugh, hoping to make a joke out of the obvious bulge that had just appeared in his towel.

Taichi glanced down and noticed it. He licked his lips thoughtfully. "You um... want some help with that? One sexy guy to another?" The grin he tried to force faded quickly, not helping him make it seem like he was joking.

Daisuke looked back at him, feeling himself tense up all over. "You mean... me and you?"

Taichi smirked, cocking his head. "Yeah. Only if... y'know... you want to. I mean... if you don't, I-"

Daisuke was kissing him again. He wasn't sure how his arms had found their way around Taichi's neck, or how his tongue had found its way into Taichi's mouth, but they had. He clung tightly to the older boy, kissing him with all he had. With no one to hold it up anymore, Daisuke's towel slipped off and landed around his feet. 'He tastes good... I shouldn't be doing this... but he tastes really good... I should tell him that I l... love him... but then he wouldn't DO this, right? ...He tastes... good... I'll worry... about all that later. Later. After.'

Taichi responded to the kiss for a moment, his arms wrapping themselves around Daisuke's waist. Daisuke could feel more than hear a moan from the older boy when their bodies pressed together. Then Taichi let go, stepping back and giving Daisuke a look that made Daisuke shudder. "Guess we should go to my room, huh?"

"Yeah," Daisuke said, his voice breathy.

Taichi tugged Daisuke into his room and shut the door. It was dark. Daisuke stumbled over something on the floor and fell onto the bed, but he didn't have time to right himself. Taichi was already on top of him. When had Taichi's towel come off? Daisuke reached up and wrapped his arms around the older boy, kissing back as best he could, and forcing himself to leave his eyes open throughout it all. He wanted to see that it was Taichi.

The kissing stopped and Taichi moved lower, running his tongue down Daisuke's neck. Daisuke shuddered, tilting his head back and staring up at the ceiling. Taichi's tongue was licking him. Taichi's hands were tracing their way down his chest. Daisuke whimpered when Taichi pulled away, only to let out a gutteral moan when the older boy's mouth closed around one nipple.

"Ta...ichi...senpai," Daisuke gasped the last word, looking down at the older boy.

Taichi looked up, licking his lips. His eyes were half shut, and his lips turned up into a smirk. "You're trembling again."

Daisuke nodded. "Yeah..." He winced. 'Good... I must sound really smart...'

But Taichi didn't seem to mind. Instead his eyes narrowed and he ran a hand down Daisuke's torso. His fingers traced lightly over every inch of skin, making Daisuke arch his back, and making goose bumps appear over his chest. His nipples were hard, he noticed in a detached sort of way... he'd never had that happen before.

The older boy was staring at him again, Daisuke noted, but this time it didn't make him nervous. It had an entirely different effect. 'Taichi-senpai is staring at me like that... not at anyone else... at me...' He bit his lip and sat up, pushing Taichi up as well.

The older boy frowned, already too far lost in his own arousal to understand. "Something wrong?"

Daisuke shook his head, blushing. "I just... wanted to touch you." He winced again, realizing that that, too, sounded stupid.

Taichi grinned faintly. He took Daisuke's wrists and pulled the younger boy's hands to his chest, placing them there.

Daisuke pulled his gaze away from Taichi's face and instead stared at the older boy's chest. He blushed brightly and slid his hands over it. Biting his lower lip he ran a thumb over Taichi's left nipple, making Taichi tense in response. Daisuke glanced up, worried that this was a bad sign, but Taichi's expression said otherwise. Sliding his hands down Taichi's chest to his stomach, and then lower, Daisuke could see his hands trembling. And then he reached lower, grasping Taichi's erection lightly. It was bigger than Takeru's, Daisuke noted, and grinned.

Taichi jerked his hips instinctively when Daisuke began to stroke him, and he let out a shaky breath. "You... don't have to..."

"I want to." 'I gotta try it once, right? And... with Taichi-senpai... it might not be so bad...' Licking his lips quickly, Daisuke ducked his head and placed his lips around the tip.

Taichi moaned. The noise was thick and gutteral, and it sent shivers down Daisuke's spine.

He shut his eyes tightly and slid his head down further, taking in as much as he could. It didn't taste bad, he noted, wondering if that was because it never would, or just because it was Taichi. Daisuke jerked slightly when he felt a hand rest on the back of his head, and he slid his tongue along the shaft slowly. The fingers tensed in his hair and Taichi's breathing quickened. Daisuke shut his eyes and let out a soft moan. 'I'm actually... doing this... to Taichi-senpai. And he likes it.'

Pulling his head back slowly, Daisuke had intended to duck back down again, but Taichi pulled him up to his knees again. Their eyes locked. Daisuke shuddered. Taichi's expression made Daisuke feel almost like he was about to be eaten by a lion. "Taichi-senpai...?" He finally asked, when they'd stayed like that for a long moment.

"I want you." Taichi's voice was low and rough. He grasped the goggles that still hung around Daisuke's neck and pulled them off over his head, placing them on his bedside table.

Just the sound of those words made Daisuke moan. "You want... me?"

Taichi smirked. "Now."

"Now," Daisuke repeated softly.

That's when he found himself pushed onto his back. Taichi was kissing him again, and this time he wasted no time in wrapping his hand around Daisuke's erection. Daisuke bucked his hips and moaned loudly into the kiss. His head swam. Taichi's smell was everywhere, and his taste coated Daisuke's mouth. He thought he wouldn't mind letting himself slip away, drowning in this feeling. But it was gone as soon as it had come. Taichi sat up, panting, and his hand released Daisuke, leaving him throbbing and not quite there. "Taichi-senpai," Daisuke moaned unhappily, arching his back.

"Not yet," Taichi mumbled, reaching over the side of the bed and pulling a tube out from under his mattress. Daisuke frowned, confused, as Taichi squirted some of the contents into his hand. Taichi reached down, stroking himself for a moment, and Daisuke thought that watching him do that to himself was almost as good as having it done to him.

"Senpai?" His voice was barely audible.

Taichi looked up and grinned, then pushed Daisuke back down and leaned over him. Kneeling between Daisuke's legs, Taichi lifted Daisuke's hips and pressed himself to his entrance.

Daisuke's eyes went huge. 'Oh, that's what he was... won't this hurt!' He felt his whole body tense, his throat closing up too much for him to say anything.

"Relax," Taichi mumbled. He looked up and fixed his eyes on Daisuke's, and then pressed into him.

Daisuke tried to shut his legs. It hurt. "Aa-" He gritted his teeth, remembering in horror how he'd scratched himself doing this. 'I don't want to be hurt in there again!'

"Shh," Taichi whispered, his eyes barely open.

Daisuke blinked hard and slowly relaxed. 'But he's going so slow... doesn't he wanna go faster?' He winced and then took a deep breath. 'He's trying not to hurt me.' Smiling very slightly, Daisuke forced himself to relax all the way. 'Taichi-senpai wouldn't hurt me.'

Taichi grinned and pressed in further, pushing in steadily until he was all the way inside.

Daisuke moaned softly at the feeling. Taichi was inside of him. Taichi was. Daisuke reached up, grabbing Taichi's shoulders and pulling him down until they were face to face. "More," he whispered, then kissed Taichi hard.

It hurt when Taichi pulled out so quickly, and it hurt when he thrust in again, but when he was in all the way, Daisuke let out a loud moan. "Wha... what was..." he gasped, suddenly dizzy. The pain was gone, and all that was left was the strange shot of pleasure that had gone up his spine. He could have sworn he heard Taichi chuckle.

And then the movements were fast. Taichi wasn't pausing again, and the bed squeaked with every thrust. Daisuke clawed at Taichi's shoulders every time he felt that jolt overwhelm him again, and he didn't care anymore how loudly he moaned. It felt good. Lifting a leg and hooking it around Taichi's waist, Daisuke clung to the older boy, too overwhelmed to do anything more than lay there and let it happen. Placing small kisses on Taichi's shoulder and letting his eyes shut, Daisuke felt himself quickly nearing his climax.

Taichi was panting into Daisuke's ear so loudly that he wasn't sure if the older boy heard him when he moaned, "I... I'm gonna..." He tensed, his fingers digging into Taichi's back. 'Should hang on... want it to last but... gods...' "Taichi-senpai-" Daisuke gasped. He arched his back, feeling his whole body tense up and he pressed against Taichi, coming onto both their stomachs. Blinded and numbed momentarily by the sudden explosion of pleasure, Daisuke felt his grip loosen on Taichi and he fell back against the bed, panting. His eyes slid open just enough to see the look on Taichi's face as he began thrusting harder.

'He looks really... good...' Daisuke thought, grinning slightly. He moaned softly, beginning to feel Taichi moving within him again, and he winced when Taichi thrust in hard one last time. The older boy groaned and Daisuke tensed up. He'd never felt anything like that before.

Then Taichi collapsed on top of him and they lay there panting, Taichi still partially inside of him. They lay like that for what seemed like an eternity, yet not long enough. When Taichi sat up and pulled out, collapsing instead onto the bed next to him, Daisuke moaned unhappily.

Taichi chuckled. "So... you're okay?" He sounded like his throat was raw from the heavy breathing.

Daisuke smiled and rolled onto his side, staring at Taichi happily. "More than okay." He took a long, deep breath, and moved over to Taichi, resting a head on his chest and cuddling up to him. 'Let him be okay with this!'

Taichi wrapped an arm around Daisuke after a moment, and he sighed heavily. "I'm exhausted," he mumbled.

"Mmm..." Daisuke nuzzled his face into the crook of Taichi's neck. 'He's actually holding me.' Daisuke blushed and grinned wider. 'That's so... girly... shouldn't wanna be held. But... it feels good.' He laughed softly.

"What's so funny?" Taichi asked, sounding a little amused.

Daisuke sighed happily and sat up just enough to kiss Taichi. When he felt dizzy from the lack of oxygen, Daisuke sat up a bit and smiled at Taichi.

"So? What's so funny?" Taichi arched an eyebrow at him.

"Nothing. Just that... you're so cool, and... I guess... I kinda... feel..." Daisuke blushed softly, biting his lower lip. "I mean, I know you don't date, but-"

Daisuke felt when Taichi tensed beneath him. "No. I don't date. You know that, right? I mean, this was fun, but... I don't date." He looked suddenly like a caged animal.

And Daisuke felt the hope fade away into an emptiness that settled in his stomach. "...Yeah. I know."

Taichi stared at him for a long moment, expressionless. "We can't do this again."

Daisuke blinked hard, looking away. "Oh."

"I mean," Taichi said quickly. "I work at the school, Daisuke! We shouldn't have... I'm sorry," he mumbled. He looked like he felt guilty.

"What about Katashi?" Daisuke asked, purposefully leaving off the -san that he would have used normally. "He's your student, too, right?"

Taichi winced. "Well, we only did it a few times and-"

"Right. He's different." Daisuke stood and smiled stiffly. "And I'm just your... what?"

"...My friend," Taichi said weakly.

"Yeah. So, what's he?" Daisuke felt his eyes sting and he blinked again, trying to keep the tears from welling up.

"He's just..." Taichi frowned. "I'm sorry. I thought you knew I just-"

"You just fuck around. And it doesn't mean anything. And I knew that." Daisuke nodded once. "I knew that."

"But you're upset." Taichi sat up, reaching for Daisuke.

"Yeah." Daisuke stepped back, out of his reach. "But it's my fault, so I'm just gonna go and deal with it. Thanks for the... fun."

Taichi watched as Daisuke left the room, and Daisuke half hoped that the older boy would follow him. But he didn't.

Pulling his still half-wet clothes from the dryer, Daisuke got dressed and left as quickly as he could. But the moment he was outside Taichi's front door, he paused and stared back over his shoulder. 'He'll follow me, right? He'll chase after me and say he's sorry and... and at least say that I'm important, too... even if it's not like that...'

But Taichi didn't appear. Daisuke stood there waiting for an hour, staring at the closed front door to the Yagamis' apartment. But Taichi never opened it.

Finally feeling the cold from his wet clothes seeping into him, Daisuke turned and walked down the stairs, leaving the apartment building. 'Should have known. Did know. Shouldn't have been so stupid. ...Can't do it again...' Daisuke blinked hard, feeling a few tears run down his face. He scrubbed them away angrily. 'Sure, but he'll fuck stupid Katashi as many times as he wants, and probly loads of other people, too. Maybe I'm just the only one who's not special. Maybe I'm just...' Daisuke rubbed his face on the back of his arm. 'Stupid to think I'd be anything special to anyone.'

He sat on the stoop of an apartment building and cried. The last thing he wanted to do was go home in tears. Jun would never leave him alone about it. It was cold, and he shivered, wincing as he realized just how much his ass hurt.

"Daisuke?"

Daisuke looked up quickly, wiping his face. "Yeah?" He sniffled loudly.

"What are you doing here?" Hikari stared at him in concern.

Daisuke stood, forcing a laugh. "Just enjoying the nice cold air, that's all! I'm going home, now!"

"Something happened," Hikari said, grabbing his sleeve. "...Shouldn't you be with Takeru-kun?"

Daisuke turned and yanked his arm away. "He dumped me, so just leave me alone! You're happy with Miyako, right!"

Hikari looked taken aback. She nodded slightly.

"And Takeru doesn't even have anyone, but he's happier without me." Daisuke winced, realizing how bitter he sounded, but he couldn't stop. "And Taichi-senpai is happy as long as he has someone to fuck. Unless it's me."

Hikari's eyes were wide. "Did Oniichan..."

"So you can all go off and be happy and leave me alone, 'cause the last thing I want to do is hear about how fucking happy you all are. And I don't want your help. You wouldn't understand, anyway. Things always work out for you."

"Daisuke-kun!" Hikari followed as Daisuke walked away quickly. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to help. I can talk to Oniichan and-"

"I told you, leave me alone!" Daisuke turned and glared at her, the tears gone, now replaced by anger. "Just leave me alone."

Hikari nodded tentatively. "Okay, Daisuke-kun. I'll see you at school."

Daisuke turned and walked away, and with each step, his anger grew. 'Fine. No one wants me. I'm not special. I'm not important. They all like other people better. Even Taichi-senpai likes his random fucks better than me.' Daisuke felt his stomach clench up, realizing that he still had some of Taichi's cum within him. 'I'm gonna go home and take a really, really long shower. And tomorrow... I'll just show them. I'll find someone who wants me, even if I've gotta fuck around. After all, it's good enough for Taichi-senpai, right? So it's good enough for me.'

Chapter 9