The sun streamed through the windows, awakening the Niwa household to a beautiful Saturday morning. Emiko stretched, lightly combing her fingers through her hair and pulled on a robe before exiting the bedroom. She walked briskly to Daisuke's door, the hard wood cold against her feet, and she wondered, a bit fearfully, how the events of the previous evening had transpired. She reached out, turning the doorknob quietly.
"Oh…!" she clapped a hand over her mouth at the sight that greeted her. Sunlight poured in through the blinds in slats, casting beams on the pair of slumbering boys beneath its watchful gaze. "DAISUKE I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!"
Daisuke sat up with a start, shaken from his sleep. "M-mom?" He stammered, still fighting the vestiges of sleep. He felt movement beneath him and suddenly recalled, with a furious blush, the events of the night before. He glanced down to find himself straddling Dark, who had just awoken to the unfolding scene.
"Mmm morning, Emiko…" he greeted sleepily, stretching and doing his best not to dislodge the boy seated on his abdomen.
"Oh Dark…" she cooed. "I'm making breakfast!" With that announcement, she scampered from the room, leaving the two momentarily alone.
Daisuke continued to blush, looking any direction but the one that Dark was in until a strong hand reached up to cup his chin. "And good morning to you, beautiful." Dark murmured, pulling the boy down gently, brushing Daisuke's lips against his own.
The young red-head pulled away in obvious embarrassment. "I-it's too early for that." He protested.
"But it was a really long night." Dark argued. "Dai… Baby…" he tickled the boy under the ribs when no response was forthcoming.
Daisuke burst into a fit of giggles, tucking his elbows in to fend off the attack. "Stop! Dark, you bully!"
Dark sighed in relief, pulling Daisuke down to cuddle on his chest. "Dai…"
"Hmm?" Daisuke asked contentedly.
"Will you kiss me now?"
"No…" Daisuke's response was panicked and a little flustered. He sat up quickly, beginning to rise from the bed.
Dark caught him by the wrist. "Why not?" His tone was slightly hurt.
Daisuke turned back to face him. "It's… I mean, it's just too early."
"Too early? Dai, are you upset with me?" Dark worried. "Did you… change your mind?"
"Oh no! Nothing like that!" Daisuke fretted, brushing his fingertips lightly over Dark's jaw. "It's just…"
"Then… why not, Daisuke?"
The pain in Dark's voice was too much for the younger boy to bear. Finally, he gave in, matching his lips to the other man's.
When he pulled away, both boys' faces were etched with a peculiar, sour look.
"I told you." Daisuke half-gagged. "Morning breath."
Tromping down the stairs, Dark nudged Daisuke. "You could have warned me that you eat skunks for a midnight snack." He teased.
"It's not my fault that you're suddenly Mr. Insecurity." Daisuke shot back.
Dark grabbed the boy quickly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before entering the sitting room.
The low table was laid out with a spread of delicious breakfast foods.
"Wow… mom," Daisuke blanched. "How did you do all this?" There was soy broiled salmon, mounds of white, gluttonous rice, hot miso soup, assorted pickles and even a fresh fruit salad.
"I'm a mother, Daisuke." She explained. "We are trained to be able to whip up a celebration breakfast at a moment's notice for situations like these."
"Or at least to call a reliable delivery service…" Daichi grinned, "Eh, Emiko?"
She shot him a glare. "Well, whether I made it or not, the love is still there." She pouted.
"Thank you, Emiko." Dark grinned, giving her a peck on the cheek before seating himself.
"So…" Emiko began as the rest of the family seated themselves. "May I ask how…?"
"Just like I thought." Dark replied, then turned to gaze at the boy beside him. "Every single detail…"
Daisuke was aware of his face growing red and he tried to pull his hair down to hide it.
Dark leaned down, brushing his lips against Daisuke's ear. "You are so cute when you blush…" he whispered.
"Iiiiyaaaaa!" Emiko shrieked suddenly, startling everyone present. "You guys are too adorable!"
"Mom, stop!" Daisuke pleaded. "That's embarrassing…"
"You owe your mother a lot." Dark scolded him. "After all, she's the one who convinced me to tell you."
"You… you knew?" Daisuke asked incredulously. "You knew how Dark felt, and you didn't tell me? Why?"
"Oh honey," she sighed. "I didn't want to keep it from you, but you're so hard to read sometimes, even for your mother. Besides, think about last night. What was that like for you, hearing it from Dark… would you want me to have spoiled it all? Wouldn't it have made it less special somehow?"
Daisuke flushed a little. "But… well… you're all okay with this?"
Emiko blinked. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean, baby."
Daisuke glanced from his mother, then to Dark.
"I think," Dark interrupted, "What he means is… you're okay with my and Daisuke's being together… even though we're both men."
"Baby," Emiko beamed. "Okay doesn't begin to describe the way I feel." She knelt beside Daisuke, wrapping her arms around him. "It's hard to understand a mother's love, Dai… but I'm ecstatic. It's not every day that the two most important people in your life find the most important people in theirs. I don't care if Dark is a girl or a boy, if he's younger than you, older than you… I don't care if he's white, black, yellow or sky blue pink with purple polka dots… he makes you happy, and that's all a mother ever wants for her child. The way you smile when he touches you, Dai, I've prayed for that since you were born, for you, and for him. I adore Dark. He's like a son to me. He's been a part of my life for as long as I can remember and I've always dreamed that he could find the happiness that until now seemed impossible. I know he'll love you and he'll take care of you and I won't ever have to worry. So how could I not be okay with it, Dai? How could I not be okay with all of my fondest wishes coming true?"
"Mom…" Daisuke swallowed hard, reminding himself that he wasn't allowed to cry like a girl just because he loved a man. "Thank you."
She gave him a light squeeze before seating herself at the table. "Eat up." She smiled. "There's going to be a theft tonight."
Shortly after noon, Daisuke traipsed into the parlor to find Dark slipping on a hat and sunglasses, readying himself to go outside.
"Where… where're you going?" Daisuke asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Mmm, just for some groceries." Dark replied, rubbing his nose against Daisuke's as he tied a scarf about his neck. "Emiko asked me to."
"Don't you want me to go with you?" Daisuke asked quietly.
"I'm sorry Dai, but people might recognize you, and then they'd ask about me… and we can't both very well go out in disguise." He explained. "It'd look a little conspicuous, don't you think?"
"Oh… well-" Daisuke began, sounding a little downtrodden.
"I'll hurry back." Dark promised. "Keep the bed warm." He grinned. "I fully intend to make up for lost time when I get back." He tapped Daisuke's nose with a gloved finger. "See you, love."
Daisuke flushed crimson at the implications and retreated to the sofa to watch television.
"So…" Emiko asked with a wicked grin, lifting Daisuke's feet and plopping down on the sofa beside him. "How was he?"
"What?" Daisuke asked innocently.
"You know," she prompted. "Last night, Dark… how was he?"
Daisuke blinked. "How was he at what?"
Emiko stared at him. "You mean you didn't…"
Daisuke cocked his head to the side. "Didn't…?" suddenly, realization of her implications dawned on him. "Oh my god! You can't ask me that! You're my mother! Of course we didn't!"
She pouted. "Darn… I was hoping for all the gory details…"
"Mom!" he shouted.
"Okay, okay…" she sulked. "But you will at least tell me when it happens, won't you?"
"When… it happens…?" Daisuke asked nervously.
"Oh my…" she intoned softly. "You do intend to… you know… don't you?"
"I-I-I… I hadn't… I mean…" Daisuke leaned in conspiratorially. "Do you know if… if he does?"
"I would imagine so…" she replied thoughtfully. "I mean, wouldn't you think so? He is Dark…"
"Keep the bed warm, I fully intend to make up for lost time when I get back"
Daisuke's face flushed several shades of red. "But-but I don't know anything about that! Least of all with another… guy."
Emiko stared at him blankly for another moment before grabbing his hand. "Come with me."
Daisuke followed his mother up the stairs and watched as she yanked on a grimy cord in the guest bedroom. He coughed as a billow of dust preceded the decent of an old ladder. "I didn't even know we had an attic!" he exclaimed, obviously impressed.
Emiko lead the way up the narrow old ladder into the cramped attic.
Daisuke looked around, at the dusty boxes and crates while Emiko seemed to be rummaging for something. "Ah! Here it is." She exclaimed, pulling out an old shoe box.
Daisuke peeked over her shoulder. "Comic books!" he exclaimed.
"What did you expect?" she drolled, "Stolen artwork? That's what the basement is for. Besides," she continued, a little huffily. "These aren't just any comic books. These," she held up one of the ancient tomes, "Are the best, the finest, the most intense, B-boy comics ever made."
"And you're… proud of that?" Daisuke asked incredulously.
She stuck out her tongue. "You should be more grateful."
"Me? Why?" he demanded.
"Because," she replied, slapping a stack into his hands. "These are your instruction manuals."
Two hours and several volumes of "Boku no sexual harassment" later, Daisuke was thoroughly educated, and thoroughly terrified. He set the comic aside and leaned back into his pillows trying to picture it.
"Daisuke?"
The Dark of his fantasy was leaning in the doorway, his shirt torn down the front and billowing in some unnatural breeze. His eyes were 'lust-laden' as all the books described it, and a single rose dangled between his fingertips.
"Daisuke, I want you." The boy, nay… man, approached the bed, putting one leather clad knee on either side of the prone boy. "And I get… what I want…" His breath was hot on Daisuke's skin and he tore the buttons of his uniform jacket from their eyelets, trailing his fingers over the younger boy's abdomen and down… down… down to-
"I can't do this!" Daisuke yelped, jarring out of his fantasy.
"Can't do what?" Dark asked, standing in the doorway to the boy's room.
"Er… n- nothing…" Daisuke replied, kicking the lewd comic books under his bed. "Just… rehearsing for a play."
"Must be… an exciting play," Dark grinned, leaning over the younger boy, "to get you so worked up."
Daisuke swallowed heavily, a small whimper escaping his throat.
Dark laughed, stepping back. "I was just kidding. Come on; help me put the groceries away."