D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Fire and Ice ❯ Jealousy ( Chapter 12 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

 

Like I said before, there was nothing on T.V. despite the numerous selections of channels when everything was in French. I flipped off the T.V. and then slouched into the couch. The busy part of the day was over and there was still a bit of sunlight. “Dark, I'm bored!”

 

(Well, what do you want me to do?)

 

“I don't know. I wish I had brought my drawing utensils, then I could keep myself occupied.”

 

(Well, that's just too bad. I guess you'll have to just deal with boredom.)

 

CLICK

 

“Huh?” I turned my head just in time to see Satoshi entering the room. “Satoshi!”

 

He looked up at me and smiled, “Evening, Daisuke. How are you feeling?”

 

“I'm bored, mad, and annoyed!” I said as I pouted.

 

“Well, that's perfect,” he was grinning, “Here's a thought, why don't we go out tonight? Well, that is unless you are feeling exhausted from today's tour.”

 

“Wait, go out? Go out where?”

 

“There's a club here in the hotel. I have special passes. Interested?”

 

“What kind of club is it?”

 

“Just your average French club filled with drinking and dancing. Sadly, this one doesn't come with pole dancers and men in leather.”

 

“Satoshi! What are you trying to tell me?!”

 

He walked up to me and cupped my cheeks. “You're all I want.”

 

I blushed and then said, “I better be.”

 

“Well, will you come with me?”

 

I felt like making him beg, but I didn't want to waste time. “What should I wear?”

 

“I bought something for you,” he pulled out a rectangular box and then said, “I hope you like it.”

 

I placed the box on the bed and opened it. I then gasped and felt flushed. (Damn! I want one of those! Jeez! Those are nice! Oooo! Daisuke, I think that's gonna be tight on you.)

 

I couldn't believe what Satoshi had bought me.

 

(Is that a dog collar?)

 

There was a pair of tight ass, black pants that actually appeared to be rather shiny once I pulled them out of the box. “They are low rise…. I think they would strangle your balls, Dark.”

 

(Mercy, they would!)

 

Then I pulled out a pink top that read `Uke' and on the back it read, `Now Pound it like you mean it!' (That's a nice midriff!)

 

And like Dark pointed out, the whole package came complete with a leather collar. (What, no leash?! But that's the best part!)

 

I wanted to figure that Satoshi had it, but… at the same time I hoped that he didn't.

 

So there I was, dressing and attempting to fit my ass into those tight clothes. Without struggling too much, nearly twenty minutes, I was looking into the mirror and feeling rather proud of my image. (Damn! Who's the sexy beast?!)

 

Instead, an image of Dark modeling the clothes appeared in the mirror. (Daisuke, you so have to get me some of these clothes!)

 

“Not in a hundred years, Dark.”

 

(How about a hundred and one?)

 

“Daisuke, are you ready?”

 

“Coming!”

 

Bashfully, I stepped out of the room and asked, “Does it look alright?”

 

“Look at me,” Satoshi demanded.

 

I looked up at him and then I felt my heart pop once I drank in the picture. Satoshi looked incredible! I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. My mouth was moving but there were no words.

 

“You look hot, Daisuke.”

 

He was pretty much wearing exactly what I was except his top was black and read `Seme' and on the back it said, `All Bottoms Up!' It was sexy on him. I practically felt myself growing hard just admiring the view. Then I spotted his leash. It was being worn like a belt. “If you are done staring, shall we go?”

 

That leash was a belt and a leash all in one. “Yeah,” I took his hand and he led me out of the room.

 

(Satoshi's POV)

 

The clothes I had bought for Daisuke looked unbelievable on him. They brought out his natural curves and he looked stunning. I wanted to ravish him on the spot and completely forget about going to the club, but then I had these passes, so I couldn't turn up the opportunity. (Mumm! He looked to yummy. I could just rape him.)

 

I tried to block Krad's thoughts out of my mind. I would never allow Krad to touch Daisuke in that way or any other for that matter.

 

A few minutes later and we could hear the pounding and feel low vibrations of the music from the club. I held onto Daisuke's hand even tighter as I pulled out the passes. The man at the entrance walked in front of us and then asked, “How old are you?”

 

I flashed the passes and he stepped aside without saying anything more.

 

Once we were inside the club, Daisuke's eyes expanded and he said, “Wow, Satoshi, this place is awesome!”

 

Meeting his ruby eyes, I nearly had to yell for him to hear me, “I'm glad you like it!”

 

“What?!”

 

“I said I'm glad you like it!”

 

Figuring that I'd be able to understand him better, he just nodded. I then pulled him deeper into the club and then wondered how long it would take before Daisuke realized what kind of club this one was. Any idiot would've distinguished it, but Daisuke was a special case.

 

I brought Daisuke to the bar and then had him sit down. “Satoshi, I thought you said that we couldn't drink! So, why are we here?!”

 

“What?!”

 

“Why are we here at the bar?!”

 

It was really hard for him to hear me or for me to hear him. “Just order something and I'll be back!”

 

He nodded.

 

“Make sure it's non-alcoholic!”

 

He nodded again and then I kissed his cheek before I left. I wanted to request a song for us, but before I could get half way across the dance platform, a few, shorter guys approached me; about four little French guys. They started talking about something in French and the only words I could translate were `fine bitch.' I was about to shrug them off, but then the smaller blonde one forced himself against my body. I froze still, thinking to myself, I couldn't let Daisuke see this. I wanted to push him away, but when they all attached themselves to me, I decided to stop. I had a guy at every side. One in the front, back, and on the right and left. They were all skinny, small, and fragile. They each clung to me in the same way Daisuke does. It was kind of cute and I felt dominant. How could I resist dancing with them?

 

(Daisuke's POV)

 

 

The Margarita I had ordered several minutes ago was finally within my grasp. I sat there sipping and playing around with the ice in the drink while observing the other club members. There wasn't much besides girls dancing with girls, typical, and then guys dancing with… “Hold on a sec...,” I looked again and then tilted my head. This couldn't have been a gay club. In a family hotel? But there were other questions that had suddenly made me uneasy. Had some guys stopped Satoshi and could he possibly be dancing with them instead of returning to me? I set my drink aside and raised myself on my cushion. All I had to do was scan the area for a boy with blue hair. I mean, how hard could that be? There weren't a lot of boys with such colored hair. However, there were plenty of neon pinks and greens and turquoises bobbling amongst the others. I was lucky enough to spot the blue hair I was looking for and then I took his height into account. Yup. It had to be my Satoshi. I was about to hop off my seat, but I just had to take one more look at him, and then I noticed that there were…, “One… Two… Three… Four?!”

 

I gaped. How could he do that to me?! I felt neglected to say the least. Then one moved his hands, his filthy hands over Satoshi's torso. The others were grinding against him like mad. Then the one in the back reached around Satoshi and began feeling his way beneath Satoshi's shirt. And what was Satoshi doing about all of this? Nothing other than encouraging them to prolong their licentious desires because he continued to dance there; moving against all of them. Then I tried to look for Satoshi's hands. They held tight to the boy in the front while Satoshi's head rolled back. I bit my bottom lip and then said, “Two can play this game.”

 

I looked away from Satoshi and my eyes settled on another guy who had the exact same thing going on with him. One guy was dancing and was completely surrounded by other smaller males. He wasn't bad looking, but he was no where near as delicious as my Satoshi. Whichever, he would have to do.

 

I walked up to him and planted myself against his chest. The guy with the black hair looked down at me and winked. He then freed his eyes and allowed them to drink in my image. He then tried to look over my shoulders and at my booty. If this were any other guy in any other situation, I would've asked him to lay off, but since I needed a way to draw Satoshi back, I turned around and pressed my ass against his crotch. I felt him twitch, then he grabbed my hips and thrust against me. “Ah…,” it did feel rather nice, but quite wrong.

 

Eventually, one of the guy's hands wondered away from my hips and slipped beneath my midriff. He felt my stomach and attempted to caress me. Then the others that were surrounding him approached me and began touching me everywhere. Whether curious or not, they sure helped themselves. I began to get scared after a while, but the Dark said, (Let me take over.) “Alright.”

 

My conscious slipped away and Dark took over my body without changing my shape. “Let's get this party started!”

 

(Dark's POV)

 

Of course I expected for Daisuke to shy away and allow me to take over. He was no good at this sorta thing. It was an art that had to be acquired through much practice. Either way, Daisuke was still too serious when it came to dating, so he wasn't hell-bent on getting back at his beloved. At least, not so early on in their relationship.

 

Now I was in control and I was going to enjoy every minute of being free. Of course this involved making Satoshi more jealous than he ever was! I grasped a hold of the little cute boy dancing before me and when he looked up I grinned and winked. I pulled one of his legs up with Daisuke's hand and kissed his neck. I then leaned forwards, making the boy bend back all the way until I had pushed him to his limits. I then blew on his stomach and ran my tongue over it. I just hoped that Daisuke would forgive me. He should've known that he would be in for something. Then I just remember I had someone behind me. Another seme I would I assumed. I straighten myself out, rubbing Daisuke's hips against the boy in the front, and ass with the man behind us. He hand his hands tracing Daisuke's hip up and down. I could see the lust in that man's eyes taking over. I guess Daisuke's the greatest thing that ever came his way, but I wasn't about to kiss a man on the lips. I leaned closer to his body with my hands still holding onto the guy in front of us. I was enjoying the caressing of the hands of the man behind us. He must know what he is doing. However, once I finally opened my eyes and looked forwards, I saw Satoshi looking directly at me, or rather, Daisuke. There was raging furry in his eyes. He looked like he was gonna kill someone.

 

 

(Satoshi's POV)

 

I knew that wasn't Daisuke. Dark could never deceive me. He had taken over Daisuke's body yet again and I was standing there wondering how the hell it had happened. Did Daisuke allow Dark to freely reign supreme or did Dark fight his host? It may have been Dark who was provoking those guys, but it was still my uke's body they were touching.

 

I marched towards Dark and squeezed myself between Daisuke and the other ukes that were latched onto him. The guy was about as tall as me and so we looked eye to eye. “This your bitch?” he asked while pointing down at Daisuke.

 

“This is and I refuse to share him.”

 

He looked passed me and frowned, “Don't you have enough bitches already?”

 

“They aren't mine. Feel free to take them off my hands.”

 

I pulled Daisuke away and Dark grinned at me. I gripped Daisuke's wrist and led him away and towards the center of the dance floor. I then began what many knew as the modern version of courtship. In order to get rid of Dark, I leaned into Daisuke's ears and whispered, “Daisuke, please come out so I can be with only you.”

 

Dark looked at me and I watched eagerly as amethyst eyes slowly faded to red rubies. "Why were you dancing with those other men?"

 

I was a little surprised by what he had asked, "A moment of weakness. I was caught off guard," I brought his hand to my lips, and kissed it, "But I don't care about them," I opened my eyes, "I only care about you, Daisuke."

 

He blushed, but tried to hide it. I loved it when he did that. "You don't need to hide anything from me, anymore, Daisuke. I love you. I love all of you."

 

"I love you too, Satoshi."

 

With that, I pulled his body closer to me, and kissed his lips for a second. Then I led his hands to my shoulders, and then I held onto his hips as I pulled them against mine. He gasped, and leaned his head in the crook of my neck, "That feels good…"

 

"I don't like it when other men touch you, Daisuke. You're mine, and I won't allow anyone else to touch you so affectionately. Only I am allowed to touch your body."

 

"A little possessive, Satoshi."

 

"Aren't you?"

 

"Yes. So I was a little upset when I saw you with those other men."

 

"Well I'll make it up to you. There is a reason I wanted to bring you here."

 

"And what reason was that, Satoshi?"

 

"Courtship."

 

Even from the corner of my eye I could see him turning a fiery red. But now I needed to get down to business. "We have been putting this off for far too long."

 

"Mmnn, yes," his hands snaked their way around my neck.

 

“I want to make you mine Daisuke… I want to mark you.”

 

“Oh… Satoshi…”

 

"Then let us begin."

 

It was like the world around us faded as my body moved in wave like rhythm against his. He gasped every time I applied pressure to that certain sensitive area, and in response, his hips bucked against mine. I opened my eyes to see nothing but light forms around us. I didn't care if others were looking at us. This was a gay club. This was the only one I could find in the area close to the hotel. Suddenly, I surprised Daisuke by taking his hand, and spinning him out before I brought him back into my body. "Wow! That was awesome, Satoshi!"

 

I did it again, and he spun around like a teenage girl dancing to the tango. I've never noticed before, but now that he is wearing such tight clothes, he almost has a feminine shaped body. It was insanely sexy. His body folded into mine each time he came back, and now, I wanted to do something else. With his back to mine, I began to do as the other men were doing with their boys. I swayed our bodies together while my hand crept up his shirt. "I didn't tell you this before, Daisuke, but your body is insanely beautiful," I moved my mouth to nibble on his ear lobs.

 

"You are too, Satoshi. OH! That feels good!"

 

"You like that?"

 

"Yes!"

 

"How about this?"

 

I moved my hands further up his shirt, and circled his nipples before I lightly pinched them. "Ahh! Yes..."

 

"And this?" I dared to move my hand over the front of his pants, and that earned me a loud moan.

 

"Uhhh...ohmigod! Yes!"

 

I kept my hand there for a second longer, than I turned him around to face me. He rested his head on my shoulders, and my hand snaked its way over a growing bulge in his pants. I grasped a hold of it, and Daisuke nearly squealed. "A little sensitive?"

 

He nodded, and then I felt him touching me! Something I didn't expect from him. But I didn't push his hand away. It felt too good to bat away. "You're sensitive too, Satoshi."

 

"Hmm, perhaps just a bit.”

 

I unzipped his pants, and Daisuke looked up at me with surprised eyes. I then smirked as my hand found its way into his boxers, and glided over his cock. "Ohmn! Don't do this to me here!"

 

His actions were contradicting his words. His legs began to spread further apart, as if giving me space to slip my hand down further. He had shut his eyes tight, and was panting against my neck. As he wished for, I moved my hands down further, cupping him, and lightly stroking him. His breathing quickened and I moved my other hand behind him and grasped a hold of his ass, pulling his hips closer to my hand. I could tell that he was trying holding back his screams. But soon I removed my hand, and allowed his hardness to feel mine through the material of our pants; which were now feeling uncomfortably tight. "Ahh.."

 

"Does it feel good..., Daisuke?"

 

"Yes..."

 

"Imagine what it must feel like without these barriers? Do you want to me to lie naked over your nude body?"

 

"Mn….!"

 

"Skin against skin. Alone in our bedroom with not a single unwanted eye."

 

"Please.. let's go there now!"

 

"Now?"

 

"I... ah... need you, Satoshi!"

 

I zipped his pants up now that the bulge in our pants was quite obvious to the unwanted eyes. "Let's go."

 

I pulled Daisuke through the crowd as fast as I could. I didn't know how much longer either I or Daisuke could last. Daisuke seemed like he was having a hard time walking. Once out of the club, we headed for the only empty elevator, and thank god it was going up. We boarded, and as soon as the doors closed, I pressed Daisuke up against the wall, and kissed him hungrily. He moaned and panted against my lips. I don't know if the elevator made any other stops along the way, but as soon as the doors opened to the floor we were getting off on, I pulled Daisuke outta there, and we hurried to our room. All of their frustrations and pent up love were finally going to be alleviated.

 

A/N: WARNING: THERE IS A LEMON IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! Hope everyone liked this chapter :)...