Le sigh... i'm so tired.
Poe: she's had a hard week volunteering at a day camp. She's was the music lady's helper.
Me: and that woman knows nothing about crowd control. AUGH! sigh... anyway, here's the next chapter. Oh and there's some fan service in this chapter, so that should cheer you up. (And that is a warning for those of you who have not heeded my other warnings. There's MAN on MAN. Deal with it.)
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"Oh god…" moaned Link, his back arching slightly as scorching hot fingers traveled his body, burning him where ever they touched. They didn't seem to have any particular destination; they simply moved as they pleased. But then again, if that were true, how was it they kept touching him in all the right places? Not that Link really cared. All he could think about was the sensation as whomever it was gently stroked down his chest, which coincidently was bare. When had he lost his shirt? Or pants for that matter?
"How's that?" asked a husky voice, its tone dripping with sexuality. Link swore he recognized it, but in his current haze he couldn't seem to ID it. This didn't bother him though since soon after those damnable hands trailed down, barely brushing his arousal at all; but it was enough. "Ah!"
"That good? Well then, shall we up it a little?" Link could only nod, his heart racing as nimble fingers continued their assault. He could feel a mewl forming in his throat, which was a new thing for him. He hadn't ever been pleasured enough to make him mewl, but whomever this guy was knew what he was doing. With a well timed squeeze, the mewl escaped from Link, followed soon after by another moan. Damn was this guy good.
"You like that?" the voice purred, his breath ghosting across Link's chest. He nodded, and tried desperately to open his eyes and see who his mystery lover was. The voice chuckled as calloused palms gently pumped Link's arousal. All his hopes of seeing his lover were dashed as he threw his head back and let out a soft cry. This felt far too marvelous. He didn't even know whose hands he was in, but yet he was able to let himself be taken. He was no longer in control of anything, but for some reason, it didn't scare him. In fact it was a relief.
"Well you seem to be enjoying yourself. Perhaps you should reconsider my proposition." Link's brows furrowed slightly before he panted, "What proposition?"
"Why, mine of course detective," laughed the voice. That's when it finally clicked. The laugh, the voice, the way of speaking… it couldn't be! "Dark Link?"
"But of course. Who else would it be?" Dark Link murmured, moving his way up Link's body so the two came face to face. The young detective blinked up at the silver-haired thief, his body stiffening for a moment before relaxing again. Why had he been so worried? This wasn't that bad at all. In fact, he rather liked it. "No one. No one else but you."
"That's better," Dark Link smirked, bending down and capturing the young man's lips. Link easily gave in, his arms wrapping around and pulling closer. It was heavenly; absolutely blissful. He could feel Dark Link murmur gently against his lips, "Link…"
"Dark Link…" he murmured back. The two continued their little name game, though soon Link grew puzzled by it. "Dark Link…?"
"…Link. Link. LINK!"
"WAH!" Link yelled as he suddenly shoved back on his desk, causing his chair to fall backwards with him still in it. Wait…chair? Desk? Weren't they on a bed? Link blinked up curiously to see none other then Rikuo, who had an equally baffled look on his face. "Jeez Link, how loud does a guy have to yell?"
"…Rikuo?" Link asked stupidly. Rikuo snorted and rolled his eyes. "Jeez, must have been one dozy of a dream to have you all stupefied."
"Dream… oh God," Link moaned to himself, covering his face as it grew incredibly warm. It had been a dream. He had had a goddamn dream about Dark Link giving him a hand job. Shit. "Are you alright now?"
"Yuki?" Link peered through his hands to see Yuki hovering over him as well. Could things get any worse? "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
"Well, it sounded like you were in pain or something. Were you having a nightmare?" asked Yuki worriedly. Link, still lying on the ground which was very uncomfortable, wasn't sure what to say. He was still stuck in a slight haze and didn't want to say anything he would later regret. Luckily (or unluckily in this case), Rikuo answered for him. "No, I don't think it was that kind of moaning. I think Linky boy here had himself a wet--"
"I did not!" Link interrupted, his face turning an even deeper crimson. The couple looked at each other knowingly, dismissing his response. "Yes you did, don't deny it. Besides, no matter how much you talk, I think your little friend there is giving you away."
"Wha… Augh!" exclaimed Link, flipping around so he was on his knees with his hands crossed over himself. Fuck! He was completely aroused and everything! The two men couldn't help but laugh at his expense, before Yuki finally calmed down enough to ask, "Come now, do tell. Who was it?"
"I bet it was that boyfriend of his."
"He's not my boyfriend."
"But it was him then? The person in your dream?"
"Um…" Link looked down at the floor, which wasn't very far away with his current position, and bit his lip. How much was he willing to tell without giving away what was actually going on? With a sigh, he nodded. "Yeah, it was him."
"Well, it seems we're finally getting somewhere. Now what was his name? I think it started with a D…"
"What!"
"You were sleep talking," Yuki explained. Link groaned. God, why did he have to start sleep talking now? "And I think you're right Rikuo. It did start with a D. Hm… Daniel?"
"Nah. I think it ended in a K," replied Rikuo. It was at this point that Link started to panic. What if they found out? Damn it… "Maybe Dominic?
"No. Actually, it almost sounded like--"
"It's Derrick," blurted Link. The two stared at him as his face burned with embarrassment. He was sure they were onto him. They probably knew he was lying. 'Oh please let me be wrong, please let me be wrong,' Link preyed. It seemed to work as the lovers grinned at each other. "Derrick is it? Then we must meet him."
"No!"
"Why not?" questioned Rikuo suspiciously. Link scrounged his head for an answer. "Uh… because I already told you, we're through. I never want to see that bastard again."
"Well, you might say that, but you certainly don't show it," teased Yuki, chuckling to himself. Link glared at him, though he had to admit it was true. Damn sexual attraction. Damn it to hell.
"It's not like that!" Link countered. Before his friends could respond to his pathetic comeback, his phone started to ring. Link immediately jumped up, glad to have any excuse to discontinue the discussion. "Hello, detective Lennings speaking."
"Mr. Lennings, there's a call for you on line one from a Mr. DL. Do you wish to take it?" Link stiffened, his grip tightening on the phone as he panicked. What was Dark Link thinking, calling him at work? His conscience was thrown into a tizzy fit, yelling that he should just hang up. With his current condition, letting that bastard through would be suicide. Just tell the nice secretary to tell him to fuck off. Do it right now!
"Alright, put him through." Ok, Link had to admit that at this point he had no idea what he was doing. The voice was now shrieking in annoyance, but he just ignored it. He had gotten pretty good at that. Besides, it wasn't like he was going to do anything stupid. He would just tell Dark Link that there was no way he was accepting and that was that.
"Detective?" Link could feel himself melt with the sound of Dark Link's voice in his ear. This wasn't going at all like planned. "Y-yes, it's me." Dang, he was even stuttering!
"Ah, it's good to hear your voice again. I missed you detective," said Dark Link innocently enough. Link swore he was going to have a heart attack. Not to mention, images of his dream kept popping up, which was not helping in the least. "You m-missed me?"
"But of course. Didn't you miss me?" Link gulped.
"Uh… well I'm not…" He could hear Dark Link chuckle over the phone, which made his pants suddenly feel tight again. Damn… "It's alright darling. I know you're still a bit anxious about this. Although, surely you've thought of me, haven't you?"
Oh Lord had he. He couldn't get the guy off his mind. Even after he had decided what to do about all this crap, he still couldn't think of anything else without Dark Link's name coming up. But he couldn't admit that. "Well, I am currently on the case."
"Ah, but that's not what I meant detective. I mean, have you thought of me in a romantic way? Or if you prefer, a sexual way?" Link nearly choked, his face turning a deeper shade of red then he had thought possible. How could he be so forward about this! "Uh… well I… you see it's… I don't know!"
"It's not that difficult darling. Yes or no?"
"…Yes." That did it. The voice was absolutely livid now, screaming at him about how stupid he was. And he was. Why had he said that? Was it because of that dream?
"Hm… well then, I suppose I'll be seeing you this evening at the same place. How's eight for you?"
"…Eight's fine."
"Good. See you then detective."
"Yeah, see ya." Link hung up the phone and rested his hands on the desk as he let out a sigh. He was so going to hate himself for this in a couple hours.
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"I HATE THIS!" Link yelled, throwing his coat in some random direction. What had he been thinking? Going out with Dark Link again! For god's sake, he was a thief! The bad guy! The enemy!
Then again, he once heard someone say to keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. But surely, this was pushing it.
The worst part was that he was going to go. While even after all his arguing with himself, looking at the pros and cons, arguing again with himself… he was still going. He hadn't even decided to go; he just was. Besides, nothing could be worse than not going. Rikuo and Yuki were all over his ass about the phone call, and they would be even more annoying if he didn't go to see "Derrick". They'd never let him live it down.
But that annoying voice in his head argued that none of his reasoning was merit for going to the date. And admittedly, he didn't really have a real reason for going. But he was going to and that was that. He wasn't happy about it, but he was going.
He stalked into his bedroom, going through his closet for something to wear. He didn't have anything that one would usually consider good clothes for "clubbing", though Yuki suggested some dark blue or black pants with an un-tucked shirt. Oh, and no tie.
"No tie? I don't think so," Link muttered to himself. He always wore a tie. Yes, he had to admit it was kind of dorky, but he just couldn't go without it. It was like a part of him. So, he tossed off his work shirt and pants, grabbed his baggy blue jeans and a red button up, put them on and topped his outfit off with a black tie. Not bad if he said so himself. He wondered what Dark Link would think…
No. Bad thought. Very bad thought.
Sighing, he quickly ran a brush through his hair before grabbing his keys and heading out the door. There was no turning back now. Well, actually he could, but he preferred to think he didn't have a choice. He had no choice in the matter damn it!
The elevator in his apartment was currently being repaired (it was trashed by some wannabe gangsters. God did Link hate those) so he jogged down the three flights of stairs down to the garage. He had an easy time finding his since most of the people in his apartment never bothered with driving. They took the bus, the subway, a taxi or simply walked to work. While Link did walk to and fro, he liked having a car for times like these.
He jumped into the vehicle, giving the engine a quick rev before backing his way out and onto the street. The sun had gone down, but that didn't seem to bother anyone. The streets were bustling and with all the streetlights and buildings, it may as well have been daytime. And it was helpful in the end as Link soon spotted 8th street and turned down it, keeping his eyes peeled for the small neon sign. But, of course, he still missed it. He grumbled to himself, making a u-turn and heading back up the street, this time spotting the place. He parked, and ruefully stumbled out of his car, making sure to lock the doors behind him. He didn't trust the people in this part of town.
He walked up to the door, taking a big breath before pushing the door open. He thought he was prepared for it. Evidently not. The room was filled with men of all types; Burly men, skinny men, pretty boys, studs, punks, preps, perverts, innocents. There was also lots of dancing, much the same as before; sex without clothes with some slow dancers in the back. However, there wasn't a woman in sight. The huge sign over the bar clear this dilemma up with big, bold letters: Gay Guy's night out. And who did he see at the bar under the sign? None other then his evenings date, the damnably sexy Dark Link.
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BWAHAHA! Gay guy's night out. I wish I could see one of those. Any who, hope you all liked. I think this chapter's a little smaller than my other ones, but I'm not sure. Please comment. :goes to take a nap:
