Thanks, that was some quick answers. So here goes. Damn i had trouble with this chapter, i'm definitely not pleased with it, i've been so damn busy lately :(

About rule number one, where i live that rule exists in some bars, people hire batrenders to be hot so people will drink more. The only bad thing about is that if you get a hard-on then you're in trouble. 'evil laughter'

Thank you all so much for the reviews, really encouraging.

Diclaimer: The usual, don't own, don't sue.

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Love you to death

By: Feilan87

Chapter nine

The nightclub - Rule number one! (Part one of two)

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"Oh my god, Dark, he's so cute! You never told me you had such a cute little brother." The girl squealed, as she saw the little shy boy in Dark's arms. His cheeks had taken on a brilliant shade of red as the crazy girl had looked him up and down for the last minute.

"He's not my brother, he's my little helper." Dark said smiling a little hesitant, leaving Daisuke to wonder what he meant but obviously the girl seemed to catch the meaning as a wide grin spread across her face, she nodded. Dark handed the clearly befuddled Daisuke over to this crazy girl who resembled Towa-chan in a very scary way, except for the fact that Daisuke could tell that this girl had temper just waiting to be unleashed unlike Towa-chan who was always cheery. "You know what to do with him."

"Dark." Daisuke whimpered in a, (as Dark would say) cute way, "What do you mean by that? Where are you going!"

Dark just smiled mysteriously. Daisuke already knew that no matter how many times he asked Dark, he wouldn't get an answer. Dark's way to tell someone that he wouldn't go further into the subject was by keeping silent, which ignored Daisuke immensely, especially right now.

"Dai-chan, this is Yura, our personal stylist here in the club, I'll leave you with her for a moment, I need to change, can't really work in these clothes." Dark leaned in, only inches Daisuke's ear, "Well, if you want to watch me change you could just have said so. I never knew you were into that strip-"

"NO! I'm fine here with…er…Yura." Daisuke guaranteed as his face was now beat red.

"Oh…okay, I guess that will have to wait for another time then." Dark said, giving Daisuke a hurt look as he left poor little Daisuke in the care of a stranger. The girl had dragged him into what looked like a giant dressing room. Yura gave his petite form an analyzing look.

"Let me see, you're a 165, 79 and 87. (This is in Centimetres)" Yura presumed his size with her narrow eyes. "Okay, let's pick some clothes for you!"

"What! Wait, I think you misunderstood something you see I don't work her-!" Yura ignored his excuses, leaving him to sit on a chair while she paced around between the many closets, gathering a small pile of clothes. Daisuke looked at the pile of clothes and noticed a pair or black leather slacks. He screamed in frustration inwardly. Why did everyone want him to wear those stupid leather pants that always seemed at least two sized too small for him?

"KRAAAAD!!!" Yura yelled, only seconds after a young blonde guy rushed inside. Daisuke blinked. Krad works here too? Oh shit what if he sees through…

"Yes, Yura-san?" Krad responded. Daisuke blinked at his blonde classmate who was fortunately (for him) just as thick-headed as Dark when it came to identification.

"Wauv Krad! For once you don't have your tongue stuck down Satoshi's throat." Yura teased a now very flushed Krad. "Anyways, could you bring this costume to Satoshi? I'm sure he'll love this angel outfit, now that Daisuki is here it would be perfect, Daisuki the dark angel and Satoshi the white."

Yura pointed her index finger at a pile of clothes, all in light colours. Krad broke into a wide grin as he picked up the clothes. "Of course I will." Krad left the room to find his bluenette.

"Does Satoshi work here too?!"

"Well, sort of. Dark, Krad and Satoshi may not be totally legal yet but they sure do bring a lot of customers so no one complains. We're lucky to have those three here. I'm sure you'll get pretty popular out there too once I'm done with you." Yura said, only succeeding in frightening the already anxious Daisuke. "You'll be a beautiful angel."

Maybe he should have listened to Dark when he had offered to walk him home. He could have been spared for this.

"Take your clothes off." Yura demanded, ignoring Daisuke's flushed look.

"W-w-what? But…I..." Daisuke blushed furiously, as Yura looked at him almost eagerly.

"C'mon! I'm starting to age here!" Yura said tapping her foot on the cold marble floor, impatiently.

"I don't want to undress in front of you!" Daisuke told her straightforwardly. His legs were beginning to relax but he wasn't sure that he would escape this girl even if he could run, she was dangerous and it was clear that both Dark and Krad obeyed her because of fear.

"Geez, why didn't you just say so? I'll be back in two minutes and then you better have that clothes on." She said sighing as she left the dressing room for Daisuke to be alone with the terrifying….leather!

He tried to stand, his legs still trembling slightly under him, but definitely better than before. He was a little sore but managed to pull on the tight leather slacks, hugging his legs, for a moment he was shocked, he'd expected it to hurt his sore legs, however, it felt rather good to wear, soft but tight in a somehow comfortable way, except for the fact that they were low-cut. Daisuke was beginning to think that maybe he'd just worn leather too much lately.

He could go with the leather slacks but the sleeveless shirt was a different view.

It was made of a very thin fabric, making it loose and airy but also revealing, even if it was black it was almost as if you could see through it. There was white print on the back, a print of wings…

"DAAAAARK!!!! COME BACK HERE OR I'LL TEAR THEM OFF YOU!!!"

Daisuke jumped in shock as he could hear someone yelling at Dark, very possible Yura, and then two seconds after…

SLAM!

The door to the dressing room was kicked open as Dark rushed into the room only wearing a pair of lather slacks, similar to Daisuke's. His eyes widened as the older teen tried to hide behind him, grabbing poor little Daisuke to be his hostage as a very furious Yura entered the room with a large scissor in her right hand.

Dark recoiled at the sight of the girl, as he held onto Daisuke who fought to free himself of the older teen.

"Hiding behind Daisuki, what kinda coward are you anyway?!" Yura fumed as she walked towards them. "I give you one chance, Dark! You know the rules!"

"But Daisuki still get to keep his on! Why can't I?!" Dark huffed from behind Daisuke who looked utterly confused, he'd never heard Dark this pleading before. "Please I really hate it!"

"One: Daisuki doesn't work here, he's just helping you for today. Two: We have to follow rule number one!

Daisuke found himself wondering what the hell they were talking about. It couldn't be the shirt coz Dark wore no shirt. He would soon enough find out what the problem really was.

Dark's grip loosened but not because he wanted to let go of Daisuke. Yura had forced his arm-lock on the little boy open as she had forced him, head against the wall, grabbing the waistband of Dark's underwear. She cut them up on each side, before ripping them off. Dark growled at the girl as she threw his undies in the thrash smirking evilly. He hated it, it was so uncomfortable!

Daisuke stood paralysed, big ruby eyes almost popping out of his head. One could only guess what the rule number 1 was about now, "UNDERWEAR NOT ALOWED" Only among the personal of course.

Dark soon forgot about the loss of his underwear as his eyes focused on the smaller boy. A wide grin spread across his face. Yura interrupted Dark who was planning on doing something not so innocent to the little cute boy.

"Dark, not now, you don't have time for this. Krad is out there all alone doing your job too! Now get some shirt on and help him!"

"Aw…," Dark pouted as he obeyed hesitantly, grabbing some black Shield-Stretch-Cotton-tank from the ranks of clothes, to cover his upper body. He marched out of the room, his steps still audible down the hallway to the door that led to the Bar. As the door slid open a loud noise of music, talking and laughing was heard through the hallway.

He felt cool hands in his soft hair.

"Who coloured your hair? It's really well-done." Yura said, immediately in her good mood again, it seemed like that she had some weak spot for Dark's cute little Daisuki.

"Towa-chan did." Daisuke answered not bothering to think about whether Yura knew Towa-chan or not. But Obviously she did!

"I knew it! It's too perfect to be done by a common stylist." Yura grinned, "Well I know her personally, or actually she's my cousin. I always tell her to colour her steel grey hair but she wouldn't do that even if her life depended on it."

"Oh," Was all the little boy could think of, as he let Yura rant on about her cousin, Towa-chan's greatness, and then hairstyles, Towa-chan, fashion, Towa-chan and hairstyles again. Daisuke now knew that how it felt to be Krad and Dark with her around, never one peaceful moment.

"…Showing texture is a very current element in men's cuts. Medium length hair has many definitions for men…"

Daisuke yawned now that he was certain that no matter what he did or said she would continue to talk, ignoring everything he said. Until now Daisuke had learned one thing about her, and that was that she admired and worshipped her older cousin Towa-chan like a goddess.

"…It can mean shorter on the sides and longer on top. It may be longer and shaggy which is also very sexy…"

Would this nightmare ever stop? If this was what Dark had to deal with everyday then he was beginning to understand why Dark was being such an asshole in school, after having his ears filled with girl chatter all night. Anyone would be frustrated after this, but Daisuke as he polite boy he was, just sat like a good little schoolboy looking like he actually listened. Though that was not the case, inwardly he cursed Dark for leaving him with Yura.

"…Perhaps it's just long enough to be tucked behind the ear. No matter what its variation, it can be very stylish…"

Daisuke had the feeling that this was going to be a long, loooooooooong night!

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A flock of young women had gathered around him and Krad to watch them in awe, liquid bottles swirling in the air, to be grasped in the midair, and poured into some perfect sized drink glass. Dark heard a piercing sound of shattered glass from Krad's side of the table. Oh he loved that sound! That meant he could make fun of Krad!

"I told you! I'm the best! At least I know what I'm doing." Dark grinned triumphantly at a pissed off Krad.

"If I were you I'd concentrate more on whose coming onto my lover, especially one as cute as yours." Krad shot back as he caught sight of Daisuki who was currently the core of a little crowd of squealing girls who were touching him.

Dark felt very protective of the little boy, he soon came to realize that he just couldn't take the way most of the girls and some of the men stared at Daisuki, it made him want to rip their eyes out. Neither did it help that Yura, their stylist, had taken a liking to the frail boy and dressed him up in Jump-Me clothes. But now it was serious, a stare was one thing, but no one should touch his Daisuki! Wow, were did that come from?

"You say something." Dark said as he hurriedly placed three 'Sex on the beach' in front of a male guest, before waving at Krad. "I'll be right back."

Krad sighed, the work was once again completely on his shoulders, some of the guests looked displeased with Dark's leave, most of them just came buying drinks to have the opportunity to have a closer look on the hot bartenders behind the bar.

Luckily Satoshi came to the rescue. "Need some help?"

"Anytime when it's you." Krad smiled at the bluenette, who seemed at lighten up whenever he was around Krad.

"By the way, does Daisuki remind you of someone?" Satoshi asked to test Krad's observation skills. He was doomed to fail just as terribly as Dark.

"Nah, not really." Krad didn't disappoint.

Sapphire eyes scanned the crowd to see, his eyes narrowed, there he was, Daisuke standing in the centre surrounded by girls as well as boys. There was no doubt about it, Daisuke and Daisuki, where one and same person. Dark and Krad was just too stupid to realize.

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The club was a semi-dark place, lit only by a few lights over the bar and a giant disco ball above the dance floor. There was barely space to move. The place was crammed with people drinking, dancing, laughing, and talking. Loud music pounded away, and a DJ was constantly changing CDs and hitting buttons over in a corner.

"Isn't he cute?! How come I've never seen him in here before?!" Dark glared at a blonde haired girl with giant breasts, she wore a tight white t-shirt sitting a little above her navel.

The crowd moved as Dark made his way through, almost everyone mumbled how cute the boy was. Dark smiled at he saw the person he looked for. It's Dark! It's really him!" was the reaction as he neared the middle, bartenders normally never left the bar to go out among the guests.

Daisuke looked irresistible cute in his puzzlement. Not able to speak as girls nuzzled his soft hair. He didn't like it, why did they touch him?

He looked down as someone had made their way through the crowd, now standing before him, Daisuke saw a pair of black lack shoes step into his view. He slowly looked up at the tall boy standing before him. It was Dark, and he looked stern.

"You're coming with me, now." Dark said, his look was indifferent as he gives a wave of his hand for the girls to leave them alone, disappointed huffs from the guests around them was heard as Dark's glance turned to Daisuki.

"D-dark?!" Daisuke gasped, flinching under the harsh words.

Had he finally managed to put two and two together? Daisuke wondered as his eyes met those electric amethyst eyes, drawing him in like a magnet. He felt his heart pound faster as Dark reached out for him, his face was still indifferent towards him.

"Yeah, who else?" Dark said, as his slender hand ran through his stylish and untamed violet locks, his gaze was hard yet he felt there was some emotion behind that façade. "What were you doing out here? What if someone had kidnapped you, or drugged you or something worse than that! …Have you been drinking?"

Daisuke noticed he'd held his breath, now breathing out in relief. Dark still looked at him, accusing him.

"Dark, cut it out! You sound like my mother and that's not a good thing." Daisuke said as he dragged his eyes off Dark's Dark was brought out of his coldness, had he really just been compared to Daisuki's…mother?

Dark soon gained control of his shock, a sudden look of seriousness dominating his face as he leaned in to Daisuke's ear, his warm breath teasing the delicate skin. He could feel that Dark was about to tell him something.

"Towa-chan called me a moment ago…"

Daisuke froze at the words, the conversation between Towa-chan and his mother filled his mind, sadness immediately showing in his beautiful ruby eyes.

"… why did you run away?"

The music got louder as they noticed that they had been pushed out on the dance floor by some by passers. Daisuke didn't answer, he couldn't, if he did, he would have to explain a whole lot more and he just couldn't bear it right now. Stupid Dark, why did he have to remind him about this now! Why? He had somehow forgotten, making it seem as it had never happened, and now it was thrown back into his life. Dark knew now that he shouldn't have asked him.

Dark saw the tears threatening to spill from the corner of the boy's eyes. He could have hit himself just then, guilt weighing on his heart.

He had done this, he had caused those tears, and he had made Daisuki sad, him, him alone was the guilty one.

Daisuke tried to hold the tears back he really did but he couldn't control it, the fact that even his own mother had lied to him was simply too much, Dark on the other hand looked like guilt was eating him up, his eyes, reflecting traces of gentleness as he looked at Daisuki.

Dark cups Daisuke's cheeks drying the tears away with his thumbs looking remorseful at the boy. Dark came to the conclusion that Daisuki had had his reasons to run away.

"I'm sorry." Dark said softly. The younger teen's expression didn't change, sadness and pain, still deeply carved on his delicate face.

"Dai-chan, I-I'm sorry, please don't cry." Dark stammered softly, breaking himself slowly and painfully by seeing this boy in pain. "I'll make it better."

Daisuke's eyes widened, tears still dripping from them, Dark was hugging him. It was simple and as innocent as it could be.

Dark leaned down stopping inches from Daisuki's face, taking his time as he could feel Daisuki gasp in shock at the sudden action, those innocent lips slightly parted from the gasp, that was the last straw that made it, he had lost it, the next thing he knew he was crushing down on said lips, his mind going numb as an overly stimulating pleasure set his blood ablaze.

Dark closed his eyes as he was melting into the pleasure that was now causing through his entire body, like the sweetest drug...

To be continued…

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Please review! I've upload Part two when it's ready here's a preview!

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Daisuke leaned down and positioned his cue up to the white ball. Daisuke hit the ball with his cue. Two balls went in, a stripe and a solid. Dark blinked at the table a few times then shook his head.

"Shit Dai." Dark smirked, he had to win that kiss. Daisuki was gonna be his.

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