BADFIC DEVELOPING A PLOT OF SORTS BUT WELL NOT REALLY (SORT OF SMUT FIRST)

Daisuke and Takeru had been in a relationship for three months now. Well, if you could call it a relationship. Mostly they just had sex. But it was good sex, the best (albeit only) sex Daisuke had ever had. So he couldn't really complain too much.

But still, there were times when he wished that Takeru wanted to be him without the sex, that he wanted to be with just Daisuke and not only Daisuke's cock.

He thought about mentioning it to his fabulous blond lover a few times, but decided he didn't know a way to make the request without coming off as totally stupid, so he never said anything about it.

Really, the sex was fabulous, so he didn't angst too much or too often over it.

Takeru had just gotten back from a trip to the doctor's office, and he was angsting. In fact, he was angsting majorly.

He was devastated. Why did he have to suddenly have cancer now, when he had only just gotten a good start at screwing Daisuke? Why couldn't it have waited until he'd spent years fucking Daisuke and had satisfied most of his lust?

Oh God, how it hurt. He angsted some more. He was really going to miss that gorgeous cock of Daisuke's. It was always such fun to stroke his hands up and down it and watch Daisuke squirm, or to hear needful whimpers coming from him when he took the length of that cock in his mouth.

And that ass, oh how he would miss that great ass. It was the most perfect ass he'd ever had the joy of caressing. He could play with that ass for hours on end, running his hands over smooth cheeks, sliding a finger or two past that first tight ring of muscle and deep into his boyfriend's body. He loved to hear Daisuke sob his name frantically as he stroked and hit Daisuke's prostate over and over until at last Daisuke came, muscles clenching down tight on his fingers for a few moments before relaxing again.

It amazed him how little it took to make Daisuke come sometimes. He would miss that a lot, but it couldn't be helped.

The only question was, how would he tell Daisuke the horrible news?

"Yamato, I wanted to ask you your advice on the best way to tell Daisuke that I have cancer and only have a few months left to live."

"Take him out to a romantic dinner," Yamato sighed as Taichi began to pull off pants.

"That's a great idea, why didn't I think of that? Thanks, Yamato." Takeru waved and left.

Daisuke was angsting, yet again over how he wanted to go on a date with Takeru and how it would never happen. So of course, he couldn't have been more surprised when Takeru asked him a certain question.

"Daisuke, how would you like to go out to dinner with me this evening?"

"R-really?" Daisuke stuttered in surprise, -very awful cliché about blushing-.

Takeru nodded and gave him a smile that was as -some random and inappropriate simile here-.

"Yes, then!"

"Alright then, -restaurant- okay, about -time-?"

"It's perfect!"

"Okay." Takeru left, and Daisuke felt as if he'd died and gone to heaven. Takeru did love him after all.

-End on some even more sickeningly sappy line.-