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Gay Sanctum

 

Chapter 3:

 

Truly Thankful (Part 1)

 

(Daisuke's POV)

 

Class was over, and Thanksgiving break had begun. I gathered my books and headed out of class. It's been about three weeks since I first met Dark; including the week I ignored him. I wonder what he's going to be doing this Thanksgiving. Then it hit me. Oh. He told me he was invited to his parents' house. How nice. I wish my family would invite me over, but they have special plans. I then drooped my head. They always have special plans.

 

When I arrived at my dorm, I noticed that Saehara was packing. “You have plans?” I asked him.

 

“Yeah. For grandma came into town, and my parents are demanding that I see her just this once,” I watched his hands as they neatly folded his clothes, then packed them in his suitcase, “How about you?”

 

“My parents are out for the holiday. I'm going to be staying here. It's ok. I'll just hang around the dorm.”

 

“You sure? My parents can sign a release form. You can hang at my house.”

 

I shook my head, “No! It's ok! Really! I don't mind. They have a nice turkey dinner here anyways.”

 

“Well, if you insist. See ya later then, Daisuke. My parents are waiting outside!” He waved and left.

 

Suddenly, it seemed lonelier in this room than ever before. With Saehara gone and all, there went the cheerfulness too. I walked over to my bed, turned around, then collapsed on it. I was bored, and I was going to be bored until this vacation was finally over. I then rolled over. “So bored!”

 

KNOCK KNOCK

 

I lifted my head up just to see the door. “Maybe Saehara forgot something,” I rolled over and off the bed. I then walked towards the door, opened it and said, “Yeah?”

 

I had half lidded eyes, but bow I was staring. “D… D… Dark?”

 

“Hurry up and pack!” he was intensely cheerful.

 

“Why?”

 

“Because I'm taking you home with me!” I was about to slam the door on his face, but then he glomped me, and I fell over! “Dark!!!!”

 

The next thing I knew was that I was on the floor of my own dorm, and Dark was lying over me. “Get off! The door's wide open! Someone will see something!”

 

Dark rose himself so he was straddling my hips, “Oh? So you prefer we do this behind closed doors?”

 

I was blushing, and what for? Maybe it was the position we were in. “NO! I would never do something like that with you! Now get off!”

 

He pulled himself off me and leaned against the door frame, “So rude. Here I come to take my little princess away from this prison, and he yells at me. I've never been treated with such disrespect before,” I knew he was playing again.

 

“Get out of my dorm, Dark. I want to take a nap.”

 

“You can take a nap on my lap in the car, but for now, you need to pack. My parents' have signed a release form, and I'm taking you for the holidays.”

 

He closed the door to the dorm, walked over to my closet, opened it, took out my suitcase, and tossed it onto my bed, “Are you going to pack, or do I have to do it?”

 

I shook my head, “I can't go!”

 

He was suddenly reaching into my closet, and pulling out my sweaters, a few nice shirts, and then he was looking through my drawers. I was about to stop him, but something was keeping me from doing so. Soon enough, he had reached the top drawer, “Wait!”

 

Too late. He had discovered where I kept my underwear. He shuffled through them, then froze. What did he find? He suddenly looked up at me with wicked eyes, and pulled out a pink thong! “Naughty naughty!” he teased, “So tell me, how small are you again? Because if I remember correctly, these things are really uncomfortable for guys.”

 

“That isn't mine, it's Saehara's!”

 

“Oh… So, it's your room mate's? Does he make you wear things like this? Or do you make him wear things like this,” suddenly I noticed his nose was bleeding, “What do you guys do here when no one is watching?”

 

“Don't think like that!” I marched over to him, and tried to snatch it out of his hand, but he held it too high, and I couldn't reach it. “Nah uh! I want to see you wear this,” he tossed it into my suitcase, and sealed it.

 

“What?! No way! I'll never wear that! You're crazy!”

 

He picked up my suitcase, and then looked at me, “Do I have to carry you down to the car, or are you willing to walk on your own? Either way, I'm going to win in the end.”

 

Though I didn't tell him, I actually wanted to be carried again. It felt really nice when someone bigger than you carries you. He looked at me and tilted his head. He was still waiting for an answer. “Shall I carry off my fair maiden?”

 

He set the suitcase on the bed, and began to walk towards me. I can't even begin to explain how badly I wanted to run away, but how much I wanted to be carried again. However, when situated in a dilemma like this, all your body does is stand still; waiting for someone else to make a decision for you.

 

He was now standing before me, and I still hadn't moved. He was slowly reaching down for me, and now his arms were coiling themselves around my waist while the over was reaching around my butt. He pulled me against his body, and I breathed in his cologne. He smells so good. I closed my eyes as I gave in to his will. He lifted me off the ground and my head dropped on his shoulder like a child sleeping on its mother. What surprised me even more was that my arms had mines of their own. One had reached up and clenched onto Dark's shirt while the other held onto his sleeve. “Good boy,” Dark whispered again my ear. His breath was hot, and it sent sensational chills down my spine. I held my eyes closed tightly, trying to forget who it was exactly that was holding me, and my legs tighten around his waist. From an outside view point, I looked like a young teenaged boy being carried by an older teenaged boy.

 

The arm that was around my back left me and it reached for my suitcase. I didn't know how Dark is going to do this, but he better not drop me.

 

Before long, he opened the door and began walking through the halls. It was then that it hit me. What if someone saw us?! That was my biggest fear! Most gay guys that I knew at different schools have hit on me before, but I wasn't gay, so I had to get away from them. They told me that I was the cutest thing to ever walk the face of the earth. They've told me how perfect my body is to be the passive, submitter to a dominator. I still don't really understand what they meant, but now that I'm thinking about it, maybe it means that I would take the place of a “girl” while the dominator would still be the “guy.”

 

The opening of a car door awoke me from my muses, and then Dark began to lower me into a seat. “Oh, did I mention that I drive?”

 

Terror filled my mind. “You drive?!”

 

He closed the door before he heard my question and began to load my bags into the trunk. I stared forwards as he got into the front seat, “Buckle up,” he grin.

 

I reached for the seat belt, pulled it over my body, and hooked it into its snap. This may be the only thing, besides the air bags, that could save me from a undesirable death. “How many years have you been driving?” I asked Dark while he started the car.

 

“For about five years now,” he began to back up.

 

“Five years?” people aren't allowed to drive until they are sixteen, so he must be about… I began to count on my fingers, twenty-one! “You're twenty-one years old?”

 

Dark slammed the breaks and looked at me like I was crazy, “Twenty-one? Do I look that old?”

 

“Well, you said you have been driving for five years, and the legal driving age starts at sixteen, so…”

 

“Oh!” Dark rested a hand on my shoulder, “I see what you mean. Let me clear this up for you. First of all, I'm not twenty-one. I'm not even twenty yet. I didn't start driving when I was sixteen. I began at a younger age. And I am driving illegally. You think my parents can afford the insurance? Yeah right!”

 

“Illegally?!” I felt my heart stop, “You're driving this car without a license?!”

 

“Chill,” he began to rub my back, “Just chill. I have five years of experience. I know all the rules. I won't let anything happen to you,” he winked, and I blushed, “After all, you are special to me.”

 

He sat back and backed the car out into the streets. He then pushed the lever forwards into drive, and we were off. I clenched onto the seat belt with my life as Dark began to head towards… the freeway! “Are you sure you know how to drive this thing?”

 

“Stop acting like a blind guy is driving,” Dark looked back to check for any cars before he went into the first lane, then he began to speed up.

 

Luckily there weren't as many cars as there usually are on the freeway. “I'm going to move into the carpool lane, so hold on,” he began to swish through the other lanes moving left.

 

“Stop Dark!” I was scared.

 

He looked back at me for a second, “I can't stop in the middle of the freeway! You want to end up dead?!”

 

Then I thought to myself, I think I'll just stay quiet and leave Dark to his driving.

 

It wasn't until three hours later that I felt a little more comfortable in Dark's car, but my butt had fallen asleep. I began to get restless, I was hungry, and I had to go. “Dark, how much further is your house?”

 

“Just a little more. We're almost there, why?”

 

“Because I have to go, and I'm hungry.”

 

“There's a bottle under your seat. Go in there.”

 

“Eww! That's disgusting!”

 

“Then be a man and hold it.”

 

I brought my legs up against my chest and I rested my chin on my knees. If I didn't go now, I might just wet Dark's seat in the process of holding it. I didn't want to do what I knew I just about to do, but I didn't have a choice, “Dark, where's that bottle again?”

 

It was either in the bottle or on the seat, and I knew Dark would be pissed if I wet his seat. “Under your seat, like I said.”

 

I reached under and found a coke can. Some bottle. How am I supposed to go in here? “Just unzip your pants, and you know the rest,” Dark winked.

 

I looked at the back. There wasn't any room. This was one of those convertibles with no back seats. I had to do it right next to Dark. Why didn't I bring a sweater, I asked myself.

I was still wearing my school uniform, and Dark didn't have anything on his that would cover me up. “Ok, here it goes,” I looked around the freeway to make sure there were no other cars, and luckily, there wasn't, and the road seemed to go on straight for some time, so I didn't have to worry about falling over when Dark would turn the car.

 

I looked down at my fly and then at the bottle. “Don't worry,” Dark assured, “I won't stare. I may sneak a peak, but I won't stare.”

 

My face began to blush with embarrassment as I unzipped the zipper, and pulled the can close to my groin. I unbuckled the seat belt and hoisted myself up onto my knees. “Please promise not to look,” I couldn't believe that I was sweating.

 

“Ok, whatever,” Dark focused on his driving.

 

I reached into my briefs, and pulled it out, but just enough to reach the coke can. When I finally felt the hard metal against it, I closed my eyes and allowed it all to come out. I've never been so embarrassed in my whole life! Dark was suspiciously quiet while only the sound of liquid exiting my body was heard.

 

I was so glad when I was finally done, but did I really want to shake it twice? I had to, and I felt my entire body stiffening as I felt the presence of two amethyst eyes on me. I quickly zipped up my fly, and sat back down. Now I was holding the coke can, and didn't know what to do with it. Should I just throw it out the window? No. That would be polluting. Should I ask Dark? What if he says just hold onto it? “Dark, what should I do…”

 

“Just toss it out the window,” he said.

 

“But that's polluting.”

 

“Then place it in the cup holder, but remember; you're responsible for removing it later.”

 

The next twenty five minutes were silent, but finally Dark exited the freeway, and I knew that we were almost there. The streets were quiet, and there were hardly any houses. I was beginning to wonder if Dark lived in the country side. “This is a quiet neighbor hood,” I said.

 

Dark sighed, “Yes. It is. It's so lonely here, so that's why I brought you. I need some sort of entertainment if I'm going to be here for the next few days.”

 

“Entertainment?”

 

He looked over at me with malicious eyes, “Yes. Entertainment.”

 

“You pervert!”

 

“Quiet. We're here,” he pulled into a dirt driveway, and turned the car off, “Now listen, my parents may be a bit weird, but just play along and they'll like you. Don't worry about names. Just call them Ma and Pa, and they'll adore you.”

 

I nodded, and Dark got out of the car. I waited patiently while he unloaded my bags, then came around to open the door for me, “Come on,” As I followed him to his door, I admired his house. It wasn't that small, but it wasn't big either. It was a craftsman's house complete with two stories and a small fence around it. “Are there any dogs?”

 

“No. Ma's allergic to `em.”

 

He came to the front door and knocked. I waited behind him, and soon we heard the door unlocking and opening. A small, fat lady stood on the other side, and once she looked up, she smiled and cried, “Oh! It's my boy! It's my sweet baby boy!”

 

“Honey, who is it?” asked an elderly man.

 

“It's Dark. Our son came to visit us.”

 

From around the corner came the elderly man, who was also very short with plenty of wrinkles. He held a pipe in his hand and a beer bottle in the other, “Why, hello, son!”

 

He came over to greet Dark, but then his eyes settled on me, “Honey, it looks like Dark brought a friend.”

 

“This is Daisuke,” Dark said as he introduced me, “He's in one of the lower classes.”

 

They stared at me for a bit, then Ma said, “Well, I'm sure it's cold out there, Why don't you boys come in?”

 

We walked into the house and Dark lead me to the living room. There was a fireplace where the fires were burning that warmed the room, and it made everything seem inviting. Dark had me seated on the couch while he took my stuff upstairs. I sat alone for a few moments, then Ma walked in and handed me some hot chocolate, “So, Daisuke is it?”

 

“Yes,” I nodded.

 

“Well, you can call me Ma.”

 

Dark already told me that, “Ok.”

 

“So, how did the two of you become friends?” she asked as Pa came to join her on the bigger couch.

 

He forced me into it, “We had a lot in common,” Dark said as he came back into the room and joined me on… the love seat?!

 

He sat perfectly still and kept his hands to himself. I didn't know that Dark could contain himself.

 

(Dark's POV)

 

I never dreamed that I would be bringing home someone like Daisuke, and I was doing everything possible to keep me from reaching around his shoulders and pulling his body against mine. I'll have to save that for another time. “Dark, honey, what does your friend like to eat?”

 

“Umm,” am I supposed to know everything about him? It's hard enough to get him to talk to me as it is, “I'm not sure.”

 

“Um, I'll eat right about anything,” then he whispered to me, “Except stuffing.”

 

I nodded. I don't like stuffing much either.

 

For the rest of the evening, Daisuke, and my parents were engaged in a civilized conversation, which was new for my parents, but I'm sure Daisuke was used to it. An hour afterwards, Ma prepared some dinner for Daisuke and I, then she told us it was best that we'd get some sleep. “Is there a guest room here,” Daisuke asked me.

 

“No,” I've been waiting for this all night, “You're going to be sleeping with me.”

 

I opened the door to my room and Daisuke walked in, “We're going to sleep on a twin sized bed?!”

 

“Of course. Do you think my family has enough to buy a bigger bed when I'm hardly here as it is anyways?”

 

“Um,” Daisuke looked at the bed, then me, “I could sleep on the couch, and you can have the bed.”

 

“What are you trying to tell me, Daisuke? That you think I'm a pervert and you'd rather not risk sleeping with me?”

 

He blushed and shook his head. I leaned down towards him, and whispered, “You're sleeping with me. Now, change into your pajamas.”

 

I turned around, pulled off my shirt, and tossed it to the side. I was already wearing slacks that I could sleep in, so I relaxed into my bed. Daisuke was still where he was, and he was shaking. “Hurry up, I don't have all night,” I said.

 

He reached into his bag, and began to search through the close that I packed. “Hey! You didn't pack my pajamas! Now what am I going to wear?!”

 

I got off my bed, walked over to him, and began to unbutton his shirt, “What are you doing?!” He pulled away.

 

“Helping you remove your clothes. That's all,” I reached over and began to unbutton the rest of his shirt then I pushed the shirt off his shoulders.

 

He wrapped his arms around himself as if concealing something that he didn't want me to see. “Can I remove your pants, or will you kick me?” I asked.

 

He nodded sheepishly, and I proceeded. I then pulled his pants down his legs and he stepped out of them. “Do you have anything for me to wear to bed?” he asked.

 

Just then I noticed he was wearing briefs. He's so small that it's adorable! “No. I don't have anything that would fit you,” I lied. He could have used anyone of my shirts, but that would ruin my night.

 

I reached for the lamp by my bed side and turned it off. My room was now completely dark except for the light the moon brought us. I lied down on my bed and motioned for Daisuke to join me. He walked over, stood alongside the bed, and said, “There's no room for me. You take up the whole bed.”

 

“I reached for his arm and pulled his down, “You're sleeping on me.”

 

Even the darkness of the night couldn't hide his crimson cheeks, “What?!”

 

I pulled him down even further and he fell on my torso, “Wait!” He sat up on me, and it appeared that he was straddling me, “Are you sure about this? What if you mother sees something?”

 

If my mother saw something, I would be out of this house in no time at all. She hates homosexuals to death. But the position Daisuke is in, and the words he uses are implying something that I have yet to do with him. “She won't see anything. My door is locked.”

 

“Ok…,” he slowly lowered himself against my body and soon I could feel his head on my chest. His legs were draped on either sides of my hips, and his hands were also resting on my torso. It wasn't too long before our breathing became one with another, and our hearts beat against each others. I had my hands behind my head, but for how long could I resist when there was a beautiful almost nude body against mine? A few seconds pasted before I couldn't resist relocating my hands onto his perfectly shaped waist. He fidgeted for a second, then mumbled, “Dark…”

 

“I know you like it.”

 

He gave a little moan that was suppose to form a word, but since I couldn't make out what it was, I decided to make it mean that he liked it. I allowed a few seconds to pass before I felt tempted enough to run my finger up his spin. I felt his body arching against mine, and it fed my lust, “Daisuke,” I breathed against his hair.

 

“Mm…,” another mumble? Or is it a moan?

 

“Daisuke,” I breathed against his hair once again while my finger moved down on his spin.

 

His hand clenched my skin, and his thighs tightened around my waist. I tried to restrained myself as his lips brushed against my chest; filling my mind with dissolute images. I swear, if he does that again… I'll take him. I don't care what happens. I'll have him!

 

Daisuke finally began to settle down, and sleep took over him. Disappointed, I started at his sleepy redhead, and shook my head. “Just when things were getting good too.”