D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Turquoise Bracelet ❯ Just a Little Time Together? ( Chapter 17 )

Chapter 17:

 

Just a little time together?

 

He was sleeping in pure bliss, dreaming of last night's events when suddenly Daisuke woke up to the sound of running water. Daisuke's eyes fluttered open for a brief moment before they shut again. “Is Satoshi in the shower?”

 

Daisuke raised himself up and sat staring at the closet in front of him. That's when it clicked, and Daisuke blushed. He hoped Dark wouldn't search through his mind again and find out what had happened last night. “If Dark finds out… I'll be so embarrassed!”

 

If I find what out? Dark yawned sleepily.

 

“Uh… nothing,” Daisuke had that mischievous grin.

 

Sure whatever, I'm going back to sleep.

 

Daisuke waited a few more minutes before he heard the shower turn off, someone step out, and then he waited for that person to return to his room before he headed towards the bathroom. “What am I going to do with the chocolates? Should I present them to him today?”

 

Yep!

 

Daisuke relaxed as the hot shower water ran over his skin, “You know, Dark, I need new clothes… The ones I have aren't fitting anymore even with the safety pins.”

 

After he finished with the shower, Daisuke just threw his robe on. It was the only thing that fit him comfortably, and he was, after all, at home here. Then, he opened his drawer and pulled out the heart shaped box of chocolates. “How am I suppose to present these to him? What if he doesn't like them? Then what do I do?”

 

Open your mouth, bite one, press your lips to Satoshi's, and feed him. It'll erase all doubts that he dislikes chocolates.

 

Daisuke blushed, “I could never do that!”

 

I'm sure Satoshi's girlfriend wouldn't have a problem with it. You're in a competition here, Daisuke! You have to be willing to do anything to win! Keep your eyes on the prize! Dark cheered.

 

“Right,” Daisuke picked up the box of chocolates, took a deep breath, and marched across the hall to Satoshi's office. The place where he has been sleeping since Daisuke occupied his bedroom. He noticed that the door was partially opened, allowing Daisuke to see Satoshi's reflection in the mirror. He was typing away like mad, and on his desk was a box of files. Obviously, Satoshi was extremely busy. Would he take some time out just to see Daisuke? Or would it be better is Daisuke just left Satoshi alone? No. Daisuke wouldn't have it. He took a deep breath, then suddenly he heard Satoshi speak, “If you need something, then ask. Don't stand behind the door like a mischievous person,” Satoshi looked up from his computer.

 

Daisuke pushed the door open and walked over the threshold. “Sorry,” Daisuke hid the box behind him, “Um… are you busy?” Daisuke asked.

 

“I'm just over looking some files. Nothing major. What's up?”

 

Daisuke came around the Satoshi's desk and stood by his side, “Hikari,” Daisuke pulled the box of chocolates from around him, bowed, and presented them to Satoshi, “These are for you.”

 

“For me?” Satoshi gaped at the unexpected gift, “I…”

 

Satoshi took the gift and looked up at Daisuke who was now waiting to see what would happen. “Thank you so much, Niwa,” Satoshi stood up, and opened the box. There was a very neat assortment of chocolates that ranged from dark truffles to Turkish delight. “Do you like sweets?” Daisuke asked.

 

“I'm not crazy about them, but I do like to have them every once in a while,” it appeared that they both had trouble deciding what to say.

 

“Why don't you try one?” Daisuke asked pointing to the caramel filled heart candy.

 

Satoshi picked it up, and plopped it into his mouth. The whole time, Daisuke watched attentively. “It's delicious,” he picked up one and asked, “Why don't you try this one,” Satoshi held it out between his thumb and index finger, waiting for Daisuke to grab it from him, but instead, Daisuke leaned in and took it from Satoshi's fingers with his mouth.

 

Satoshi became feverish with the inimitable sensation of Daisuke's hospitable, moist lips enclosing his fingers, and even better when his tongue came out to claim the piece of candy while caressing his fingers. “Niwa…,” Satoshi struggled against the urge to take Daisuke into his arms and kiss him passionately `til they lost all breath.

 

“Sorry,” Daisuke pulled away. He couldn't believe that he had just done that.

 

Satoshi took a step closer to Daisuke and held out another piece of chocolate, “This one is a raspberry flavored Turkish delight. Want to share?”

 

Daisuke nodded. At the moment, he was willing to do anything that would keep him close to Satoshi, even if it meant eating candy all morning. Satoshi pulled it in half and gave the larger piece to Daisuke who this time took it in his hand and ate it. He regretted it soon after. He wanted to engage in another romantic episode with Satoshi, and even though Satoshi didn't want to lead it on, Daisuke could tell he wanted it too. Daisuke picked out the next piece of chocolate. It was a milk chocolate truffle shaped like an arrow. “What to share this one too?” Daisuke asked as he broke it apart, but because it was a truffle, the creamy chocolate slipped from the interiors and down his finger, “Sorry…,” Daisuke was about to lick it clean, but then Satoshi did something neither of them thought he would ever do; he took Daisuke's finger into his mouth and his tongue wiped away the chocolate. Daisuke took a step closer to Satoshi.

 

The next piece they ate was another truffle with dark chocolate, but as Daisuke bit into it, some chocolate was smeared on the corner of his lips. Daisuke was about to lick it, but then Satoshi said, “Wait,” unable to suppress his licentious desires for another moment, Satoshi leaned in and licked Daisuke's lips. Chills ran along Daisuke's spine, and suddenly his hands were resting on Satoshi's shoulders. Before either of them knew what was happening, their tongues were caressing one another and welcoming each other into their mouths. Soon after, Satoshi was guiding Daisuke to his bed while their lips repeatedly kissed each others'. Now on Satoshi's bed, they sat with their arms embracing each other, and their lips, exploring each others' necks; biting and sucking. They were hungry for each other's love. “Hikari!” Daisuke gasped as Satoshi began to nibble on the love mark he left last night.

 

“Why are you doing this to me?” Satoshi cried against Daisuke's neck, “Why?”

 

When all senses suddenly came back to him, Daisuke pulled away from Satoshi's embrace. “I'm sorry,” Daisuke looked down at himself to see that his white robe was hanging around his waist, exposing his torso, “I didn't mean for this to happen,” “Again…” Daisuke looked away as if to be ashamed of his accomplishment.

 

They sat in silence, both wishing to prolong their affaires. It wasn't until Satoshi bestowed his eyes the honor of overlooking Daisuke's body did he notice something that claimed his attention last night. “Niwa, we need to take you shopping.”

 

“Why?” Daisuke asked.

 

“I don't know how you are getting by, but you're going to need a bra if you want to hide your development,” he examined further down, “Even your hips are curving.”

 

Daisuke traced the curves of his body. “Where can we buy clothes that would fit my body?” asked Daisuke.

 

“There's a store down the block from the closest mall that sells clothes exclusively for pregnant women. Maybe we'll find something there.”

 

“Hikari, you expect me to waltz right in there and ask for something in my size?! How do you think they'll react? They'll probably think I'm crazy!”

 

Satoshi shook his head, got up, and began searching through his closet, “I know I have something here,” he pulled out the wig they had used when back in elementary school for the performance of “Ice and Snow.” “Use this,” he brought it over to Daisuke, fixed on the hair cap, then placed the wig itself on. “There. Now no one will know.”

 

Daisuke looked at himself in the mirror. Even he himself was convinced that he was your average pregnant female. “You look adorable,” Satoshi whispered from where he was.

 

“So you'd prefer that I was a girl?” Daisuke asked while looking over his shoulders.

 

“I didn't mean it like that,” Satoshi shook his head, “I'm just commenting.”

 

Within the next hour, Satoshi had driven the two of them to the garment store for women during pregnancy. It was much larger than Satoshi remembered, and there were so many pregnant women there that he couldn't have sworn they were having a store-wide sale. “I'm going in there?” Daisuke's voice trembled.

 

“We need to get you clothes that will actually fit your figure. I doubt we'll find anything in the men's department down the street unless we get you clothes that fit you big.”

 

Daisuke sighed in defeat. Satoshi wrapped his arm around Daisuke's, startling him, “You mind?”

 

Daisuke looked down at him shoes as he cuddled closer to Satoshi, “Not really.”

 

While looking for clothes, Satoshi acted as Daisuke's shield. He guarded Daisuke from not only the eyes of other men, but also from the gargantuan bellies that could have thrown Daisuke across the room or crushed him against something else. “Why are there so many women here?!” Daisuke wined, “Why does everyone have to get pregnant at once?!”

 

“Over here,” Satoshi pulled Daisuke out of the crowd of women, and to the underwear section, “There is a sale on all clothing items except underwear.”

 

Daisuke froze. He was going into the underwear section with Satoshi. “Umm… I don't have to try anything on, right?”

 

“Probably bras,” Satoshi grinned.

 

“Huh?!”

 

“So, tell me Daisuke, do you like ones with padding, or jockeys?” Satoshi asked as he held up two different bras.

 

“You mean there are different kinds of bras?! I thought they were all the same!”

 

“On no, dear, there are definitely many different kinds,” an old lady suddenly appeared out of no where, “Can I be of assistance?”

 

“Yes,” said Satoshi.

 

“No,” said Daisuke.

 

“Obviously you two know nothing of bras,” she shook her head in disappointment, “Shouldn't you at least know what brand you prefer, Mrs.?”

 

“Mrs.?” Daisuke fought the urge to laugh, “Um, I've never shopped for bras before.”

 

“Well perfect. I can help you. Now follow me,” the lady led Daisuke to the silk bra section, “These are some of our finest bras. They range from an A to a B. Our Cs to DDs are over there. What bra size are you?”

 

Daisuke looked down at himself then at Satoshi, “There are bra sizes too?”

 

Satoshi ogled Daisuke's bust for a few moments then shrugged. “I think he's in the B range.”

 

“Let's try out B 24,” she handed his a silk bra and sent Daisuke into the fitting room.

 

For a moment, Daisuke stared at the bra. How was he supposed to get this thing on? Remove your shirt, Dai! You can't get that thing on with a shirt on! “I know,” Daisuke unbuttoned his shirt then stared at the bra again. “Do I just slide it over like this?” Daisuke tried to slide it over his head, but the hook got caught in his hair, “Oh no, Dark! What do I do?! I can't get it out of my hair!”

 

Just pull off the damn wig, retard.

 

Daisuke pulled it off and set it down. He then unhooked the hooks from the wig and discovered that the bra can unhook. Look, you've made progress! “Now what?”

 

Daisuke, the only thing I know how to do is remove bras. Not put them back on. That's

not my job.

 

Daisuke decided to put his arms through the lace then he held it up to his bust. “I think I'm getting this!”

 

Good. Now have fun trying to hook it.

 

Daisuke reached around the back, but couldn't quit get the hooks to hook with each other. “I can't do it!” Daisuke wined as he jumped up and down in frustration.

 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, “Just a minute.”

 

“It's me,” said Satoshi, “Let me help you out.”

 

Holding his shirt against his chest, Daisuke slowly opened the door, “Take the bra off.”

 

Daisuke did so. “Now, remove that shirt. I'm going to show you how to do this.”

 

Satoshi took the bra, hung it upside down, inside out with the hooks in front of Daisuke, “You hook it first upside down then you turn it around your waist, put your arms through the lace, pull it up, and voila. Daisuke's wearing a bra for the first time.”

 

“It fits too!” Daisuke was just as equally excited.

 

“Is it to your liking?” asked the lady outside the fitting room.

 

“Yes!” said Daisuke, “I'll take a few of these!”

 

(Later that night)

 

It must've been an hour before midnight when Satoshi was returning home from the market. Daisuke was suddenly dying to eat watermelons, so he sent Satoshi out to get him some. Satoshi wasn't in his neighborhood, since the more convenient stores weren't selling watermelons and he wanted to make Daisuke's happy, so he went to the next town to find some, and he did. However, he also discovered something else. While he was walking to his car that was parked on the other side of the street, Satoshi heard a familiar voice, “Oh, Saehara! I can't believe you!” It was Riku!

 

Satoshi turned around in time to catch Riku walking with Saehara into the park. “Riku, you're such a slut!”

 

Riku and Saehara laughed, “But you love me, don't you?” Riku giggled, “I know you do.”

 

“I love sluts like you,” Saehara said while throwing his arm around Riku's shoulders.

 

Satoshi was about to shrug it off, but decided against it. He followed them into the park. It was then that he caught Saehara and Riku passionately making out next to the swing set. My eyes! Cried Krad, My eyes! They burn! Look away! Look away!

 

“Riku's having an affair with Saehara?!” Satoshi gasped, “Saehara's doing this to his best friend?”

 

You know, Satoshi, this may all work out to your advantage.

 

“Krad, this is serious. Daisuke is suppose to marry Riku. He's going to be marrying an unfaithful woman.”

 

Then tell him.

 

“I can't… it'll break Daisuke's…”

 

Then you're just going to let them get away with this?

 

“No. I'll tell him. When the moment is right.”

 

Satoshi slipped out of the park unnoticed and drove back to his apartment. He needed to carefully plan how he was going to break the news to Daisuke.

 

A/N: Oh noes (that's just a word my friend made up) ! What will happen?! Sorry for the long wait. Computer CRASHED. I did NOT have access to the INTERNET.