Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Birthday Boy ❯ 1 ( One-Shot )

~~Warning/Disclaimer~~ The followeing has no plot whatsoever. It's oneshot, and pure smut. Lemon. Lemonlemonlemon!!

Blame Miome!!! :D Well, it's our demon-spawned bunny, but it's so freaking niiice…:D :D you must go and enjoy! Daiken Yaoi, pure and simple, uncut and plotless. XD. If you're underage, then please don't read….if you think you're mature enough, then do so, but don't bitch. :D

Flamers will be laughed at. Seriously. But anyhoo…blame the Resort!

~Birthday Boy~

The music was loud and pounding, thumping deafness into his ears and a heaviness into his chest, making it funny to breath a proper breath. Daisuke inhaled, smiled and brushed hair out of his eyes as he leaned back in his chair and cradled the tall glass of red fruity liquid in his hand.

~I was wrong…this is sorta fun..~

"Oiy, Motomiya!"

Daisuke looked up, blinking in the hazy air. "Yeah?" he drawled. Yamato and a vaguely familiar boy-someone from the band, Daisuke thought--stood near.

"It's your birthday, right?"

Daisuke nodded. "Yup! Oh, hey, you guys having fun?"

"A blast," the boy commented with a grin. "Are you staying for the show? It's gonna be really good!"

"Show?" Daisuke frowns. "What show? I thought we were all just hanging out?" Daisuke blinked, and straightened in his chair. "Are you guys playing tonight?"

Yamato grinned mysteriously and shrugged. "No, we're not…it's sort of a, um, exhibition.." Then he winked, and clapped the redhead on the back. "And since you're the birthday boy-you're the guest of honor!"

The boy next to Yamato coughed, sounding suspiciously like he tried to cover a laugh, and smiled innocently. Daisuke looked back and forth in the slow way of the mildly intoxicated and tried to frown. "What do you mean, guest of honor?"

"Who's a guest of honor?" a new voice inquired. Daisuke tipped his head back to peer at the newly arrived Taichi, and blinked owlishly at him. Tai grinned down at him, way too wide to be sane, and way too excited for normal.

Daisuke had a sudden bad feeling, and a flash of insight. "Yamato!" Dai exclaimed suddenly, pointing with his free hand. "I know what you're up to!" Yama's eyes widened. "You got them to sing happy birthday to me, didn't you!"

"What?" he sputtered "That's not-"

"Yama-" Tai winked over Daisuke's head. "You're too easy to read...Well, birthday boy-how about we sing and get it over with? I'm a horrible singer, you know...don't want to torment you any more than I have to..."

Dai looked like he wished he hadn't said anything. "Err, that's ok, Tai. Really. Couldn't we just do a toast?"

"No way!" Tai grinned, the smile creeping Daisuke out but he wasn't sure why, and the older boy reached down to grab at the elbow and pull him to his feet. "Come on, Daisuke! It won't be that bad!"

Daisuke found himself getting dragged towards the stage, the music fading into an expectant silence. "Tai!" he hissed, tugging at his arm. "No, Tai, don't-" he looked back as the murmurs of conversation died, and saw that Yamato held a microphone. People began to smile, whispering to each other, and watched him with waiting eyes.

Oh shit.

"Tai!!" he squeaked, cheeks pink, and watched in helpless embarrassment as the boy dragged him up upon the thigh-high stage. Lights dimmed and the place was plunged into a murky darkness. Candles dappled warm luminescence here and there, and Daisuke felt his cheeks burn, mutely thankful for the darkness.

"Oh god," he moaned. "You guys…"

"Oh it won't be that bad," Tai restated, still grinning that sneaky grin, and pushed him towards a chair. "Sit."

Daisuke sat, knowing everyone saw his embarrassment, his flushed cheeks. A pale single light was positioned overhead, a soft pale rose colored light. He was acutely aware that everyone could see him, and he was unable to see any faces. It made him strangely uncomfortable…"Guys," he whined one last time. "Do you have to?"

"Yes!" Tai rolled his eyes. "Honestly Dai-you're way to shy for your own good."

And then the taller brunette was gone, disappeared into the shadows. Daisuke, seated on the stage now, shifted slightly, his hands clenching nervously upon the tall glass that he had managed to carry up with him.

"He's ready," Tai winked at Yamato as he wound through the crowd. Everyone was grinning. Yama sighed as they all looked expectantly at him and raised the microphone. "On three. One ... two ... " ~Happy Birthday to you ...~ Yamato's clear voice was easily audible over the music.

Dai blushed even redder, ducking his head as the first strains of the music floated in from the DJ booth. Then-

The music shifted into a slow and heavy beat, and the beginning of the singing was drowned out. Daisuke blinked, raised his eyes in confusion. ~What the hell?~ he thought, and looked around. ~Is this supposed to happen?~

The lights flickered out. Now he could see nothing…

"Guys?" Daisuke called, his voice higher with panic. "What's going on?" The music pounded at him, definitely not a birthday song, he thought as he made to stand up and get off the stage, birthday be dammed-

A shadow, backed by only the wane candlelight, slim and exuding some faint musky scent, was standing in front of him, bending closer. "Shhh…" the shadow whispered into his ear. "Just sit down and relax." Fingers pushed gently at Daisuke's shoulders, and the boy obediently sat back into the chair without a word.

~ohgodohgodican'tbelievetheydidthis!~ came his panicked thoughts. ~They got me a stripper!!~ He inhaled a sharp breath as the shadow swayed closer, and clutched his drink in defense. "Uhh…wait-"

"Shhush," the voice whispered, amused, and a finger pressed against his mouth, clad in some silky fabric.

~Gloves,~ his mind supplied. ~…wearing silk gloves…~

Then a second light faded on, directly in front of the stage, into Daisuke's eyes. It was just bright enough to cast the shadow into sharp relief-but Daisuke could only make out an outline. A slim form, backlit by the spotlight, clad in slick-looking leather pants and some gauzy shirt-Daisuke could tell it was gauzy by the way he could see through it, and felt himself swallow.

~…it's a boy…~ his mind stuttered. ~oh good god…~

The male stripper in front of him, young by the size of the body and deceptively thin, flicked a hand covered in black silk to his hair and ran a hand through the spikes. Daisuke got a glimpse of a white smile, of dark sunglasses perched on the nose. The music was thumping in his ears and his skin was strangely clammy-

The music picked up a tempo, and faint sultry voices, and the boy in front of him began to dance, arms swaying upwards, elegant shadows covered in pale mist. A hip cocked lazily, as the arms came back down, and Daisuke couldn't help but follow the movements. He could just make out the darker shadows of the hands against the shirt, as they slid slowly against the body. The boy dipped slowly, twisting and kneeling wantonly.

Somehow, watching with helpless fascinatoin, Daisuke discovered hands sliding a slow path up his legs, light and warm, as the shadow slipped closer. A pale face, nearly glowing under the strands of dark spiky hair and still backlit by the single light, peered at him, as the hands crested his knees, pushing-

And then it was gone, and Daisuke was left breathing really really fast, the shadow twisting away from him, turning so that he got a glimpse of a profile and the slight smile. The music thumped, and the boy danced, sex and rhythm and lust all wrapped up in leather pants. He exhaled, swallowed, and shifted uncomfortably. He stared, trying to see more than a few small details than the sleek body hinted at under the shirt, and the sliding sound of the leather-clad legs moving. A slightly rough breathless sound, wet and moist and so…

~…Sexy,~ his voice replied. It sounded as stunned as he felt. ~This is…sexy…~

~I'm getting off on this!~ came the next horrified thought.

The dancer was sliding closer, arms bent and body curving, and Daisuke caught a whiff of that strange musky sweet scent-he was distinctly aware of sliding down in his chair, mortified that the dancer would somehow see the rising hardness, or worse, feel it when his hands did that-

~…oh…~ he thought in a moment of pure surprise, the shadow pressing close, hands sliding slowly against the front of his chest and lower, inch by inch. ~Just like that…~ Muscular thighs straddled his knees, pressing warm and close against his legs, as the hands pulled at his shirt, undoing it enough to slip inside. The voice went "mmhmmm…mmm…" next to his ear, humming with the music, and the hair brushed gently against his face, soft and slightly prickly.

The hands tugged on his shirt, then sped inside and silken against his stomach. Daisuke swallowed, frozen and too unsure to move even if he had known what he wanted to do, and felt the hands pull his shirt out of his pants.

He gasped, arching as a quick and unexpected violent tug left the shirt gaping, exposing his skin to the other boy, and heard a low chuckle of amusement.

"Shh," the voice whispered under the music. "Enjoy it…"

Daisuke tried to swallow, his mouth drying considerably. With the other dancing this close, he could see the dark inky hair glimmering dark blue-black-purple in the light. A silver hoop dangled in one ear, the line of the throat lean and deliciously attractive. His heart thumped, faster than the pulsing bass of the music.

Daisuke's mind switched to a basic sensory mode, then, as the legs opened, and a smooth and round bottom was perched in his lap. He wasn't sure when the boy had slid closer-at this point he wasn't caring very much-and heard himself utter a soft nervous moan.

The tall glass of fruity drink, forgotten until now, slipped out of his hands to empty itself on the stage, rolling slightly.

The dancer, flashing that smile of sharp white teeth, arched his back, one hand looped casually around Daisuke's neck, and twisted his hips into a slow and grinding circle. Daisuke felt one hand flutter to press intimately against the smooth muscle of the thigh, feeling the leg rippling under the leather as the boy moved. The music thudded in his ears, keeping time with his heartbeat. He pressed back into the chair as the boy leaned close, the music picking up some hidden signal-

~…I can't take much more of this,~ he thought, gasping, mouth parted slightly, eyes glazed as silk-clad fingers skimmed over his flesh. ~oh god-~

Then he realized, with a second attempt at swallowing, that he was just able to make out details. The shirt, gauzy and sheer, was a pale crimson color. The leather pants had gleaming silver studs along the front. The gloves of the arms reached past the elbow, silken and a dark glowing black. Daisuke felt this all impress upon his mind in flashes, the curve of a hip, the glint of silver, the pale glimpse of flesh beneath the crimson gauze-

The spotlight was getting brighter. His eyes traveled up, the lapful of writhing dancer brushing closer-to what he wasn't sure-but it was closer-

The dancer smiled knowingly, his face just barely visible. Arms stretched upwards, and the boy balanced with his legs alone, digging heavily into Daisuke's lap. One arm bent slowly, as the legs flexed-Daisuke felt himself arch slightly from that sensation, both hands now firmly set upon the upper thighs and holding tight-and a dark mouth, a shade between coral and seductive, nipped at one silk-clad finger.

The dancer, using his teeth, slid his pale smooth arm out of the sheath of fabric, his eyes a dark smudge of indistinct color behind the sunglasses fixing upon Daisuke's staring gaze. The hand slipped free, sliding down to press the gauze and touch the skin, almost guiding his own body into a slow bumping squirm of longing. The other spat the glove to the side, and with his pale glove-less hand tracing patterns on his torso, he reached up with the other arm and began the process again.

If he had tried convincing himself he wasn't sporting an erection before-the thought itself was shot and buried right there. Never mind that the light was slowly gaining strength, never mind that his friends and associates were probably watching with evil laughter and cameras-

All he focused on, as the second hand slipped free and traveled down the sinuous body to brush in teasing images over the strip of pale exposed flesh, was the way the mouth parted in a smile, the way the hands curved sensuously into his open shirt and teased his stomach, the way his erection was begging to be touched…

~…I have to…to…something…~

He felt himself moan thickly, and bit at a lip. His head thunked backwards, almost painfully, against the wooden backing. The dancer arched over him, the gloves dropped to the floor, forgotten-But Daisuke wasn't paying any attention at that point. The dancer had slid himself completely into his lap, pressing lightly. The sunglasses had slipped down, revealing a pair of smoky indigo eyes, the blue shade capturing the light and holding it, rimmed in black and full of mischief as the dancer slid himself up against Daisuke, and Daisuke's erection.

Hardly caring that his face was reddened, or that his mouth was parted and his gaze more than what it should be, Daisuke felt his hands slip up to rest lightly on the narrow hips and absently toyed with the warm skin just above the waistline. Daisuke felt his breath catch, as the smile flashed back into existence, and hands that were hidden from the crowd slipped lower…

…right against his erection. Daisuke jumped, eyes meeting the dancer's in surprise, unable to stop it and unable to tell himself he didn't want it to. His fingers tightened on the hips, following the movements as the dancer shifted in slow repetitive circles in time to the equally low-throbbing music, and hands touched in slow strokes. Daisuke didn't hear the music anymore, though. All he heard was the voice, as the mouth lowered near his ear again, the fingers running gently against his hardness, and what he spoke in low seductive tones.

"…follow me when the lights go off?"

~…Follow him?~ Daisuke's mind whimpered. ~Is he asking-~

He gasped again as the lights went dark, suddenly, and the music died. The dancer laughed in low tones, and slid away. "Come on," he heard the dancer whisper, and hands, warm and slender, grasp his wrists. "Hurry, before the lights come back on,"

People began to whistle, catcalling and clapping. Blushing, and aroused to the point where he didn't care where he ended up as long as something happened, Daisuke stumbled to his feet and followed the tugging on his wrist. The clapping and yells of his associates and friends-he blushed even harder when Tai's wolf-call echoed through the building, and stumbled slightly.

Fabric brushed his face, heavy and smooth to the touch. ~Curtains,~ he thought, and reached out to feel them skim by, parting, and slipped behind to see a narrow hallway lit by a single glaring red `Exit' sign. The boy in front of him looked back, flashing a slow smile, his clothing and hair deep red in the light, and pulled him away from the gap in the curtains.

Daisuke stared at him, trying to get his breath and painfully aware of the ache between his legs. They were now well into the hallway, surrounded by shadows and the low red light. Music, indistinguishable through the thick curtains, rose in volume, and when he looked back in desperation, half wanting Tai or Yamato to come and find him, half worried that they would-the gleam of light gave proof that the lights were fully functional again.

~Okay, scratch that, I'm so not going out there like this…~

The dancer's hand tightened on his wrist without warning, shifting, and Daisuke looked ahead of him as the boy stopped. "W-wha-?" he tried to ask-

Holding him firmly by the wrist, the dancer tugged gently. "Through here," he murmured. "For the rest of your present."

His cock throbbed urgently, lending strength to his legs as Daisuke processed this, and blushed even harder. "But-" he protested weakly and found himself moving forward. His stomach coiled in tight aroused spirals, and every motion sent the fabric of his jeans rubbing against him. He felt his breath quicken, as the dancer drew him close.

"Daisuke," the boy whispered, his free hand sliding up to his face and removing the glasses. "Shut up."

Daisuke gave in, as the sunglasses dropped to the floor, and the boy looked at him with wide wicked and expectant eyes. "Fuck," he moaned, and leaned in, kissing him with an open mouth, his hand gripping the back of the neck without thought. He drove his tongue into the mouth against his, heart beating wildly and barely able to breathe. The feeling of the lithe body pressing against his, pressing back and his hand-now released as the nameless dancer moaned into his mouth, hands sliding heedlessly into his opened shirt-his hand stroking feverishly along the sides.

"Here," the boy gasped out, dropping one hand to fumble with something behind him. Something clicked, and the door they were pushing up against opened inward. "Inside," the boy ordered.

Daisuke followed, mind slipping, as he followed with hands first, then a ready mouth that placed wet and warm sucking kisses upon the skin and neck before him. He sighed as the hands pulled him closer, slipping inside his shirt again to tweak at a nipple, then around to caress the spine. A leg raised as the dancer made a delighted purring noise, and Daisuke gripped it automatically, holding it around his waist. It flexed beneath his palm, kicking, and he barely heard the door slam shut behind him-he was too busy enjoying the sudden heat and niche of the other boy spread before him. Undulating, he bumped his erection into the niche, dancing in slow and yet urgent movements. His mouth fastened onto the spot just above the collarbone, nipping down as his hands slid up to cup the leather-clad bottom and yank it tight against him.

The dancer moaned again, deep throaty hums, and husked, "There's…a table…" He pushed against the shoulders, sliding the open collar of his shirt down around his elbows, and attacked the flesh exposed with those sharp white teeth. "Come on," he moaned into the skin.

"Uh huh," Daisuke breathed, well past the mindless area of lust, swallowed thickly. "Where?"

The dancer slipped his leg down, arching so that his own erection pressed heatedly into Daisuke's lower stomach, and stepped back. He tugged savagely at the shirt, yanking it off and dropping it without another word. The dancer dropped to his knees, mouth pressing warmly against the smooth belly, and slipped open the tab and unzipped in one smooth yank.

Squeaking in surprise, Daisuke's hands flew tangle themselves in the wild spiky hair as the pants were tugged down around his ankles. He moaned, then, as his boxers quickly followed, and struggled to find enough of his mind left to step out of his shoes. A mouth, almost unbearably hot, suctioned at the tip of his penis, drawing it deep in one pull. Hissing out a breath, his hands tightening, he felt himself jerk forward, one leg free of his jeans and boxers and the other still hopeless tangled.

The dancer sucked fiercely, gasping hurried breaths before taking the length again. Daisuke thrust helplessly into the warmth, his eyes shut in the darkness. "Please," he murmured. "…please oh please…please j-just-"

A hand slipped down his leg, barely noticeable, and slipped his foot free, the mouth lingering with one last kiss as Daisuke inhaled sharply at the loss of contact.

"Not yet," the dancer breathed.

In the pale half-light of the shuttered window, the dancer stood, his hands fumbling for the clasps to his shirt. He tugged it over his head in one smooth motion, and folded his arms around Daisuke's shoulders. Warm skin pressed against warm skin, tacky from the light sweat. Hearts thumped in tempo, and Daisuke shivered as his senses focused in on the way the belly felt against him, and the cold metal of the belt.

A mouth pressed to his, and Daisuke kissed back eagerly. Without needing to be told, his hands dropped to fumble at the belt, opening it with the smallest of difficulties for his inexperienced hands-perhaps the eagerness of the situation lent him deftness. Within moments the belt was off, and the dancer, already shimmied out of his shoes somehow, wriggled as Daisuke pushed down the pants with an impatient noise.

The dancer stepped back, leading them both away from the tangle of clothes. Daisuke barely noticed, intent on kissing the other with as much gusto as possible, sparring with tongue and hands as he felt the dancer come up short, pressed against something. He pushed forward regardless, bending him back and arching his erection into the softness of the belly with eager movements.

Something made a crackling noise, as Daisuke kissed the neck with urgency, and a hand slipped warm over his penis. "Here," he heard. The hand stroked slowly, causing Daisuke to slow into frozen appreciation of the sensation the fingers elicited, and felt his breathing deepen.

Something cool and slick, but not unpleasantly so, slipped around the swollen flesh, pressed over him completely with the aid of the nimble hands. Then, as the dancer husked a laugh and scooted up onto the table behind him, Daisuke pushed close again.

~I can't believe I'm about to…to do him…~ his mind stuttered.

~I don't even fucking care,~ he thoughte vehemently, long muscled legs wrapping around his waist. "Where-" he asked breathlessly, and felt the hand close about him once again.

"Here," the dancer murmured throatily. Daisuke felt him arch, felt the tip of his penis catch in something that gave, a depression. Something clicked into place, in his head, and with groan he slid himself in.

The dancer inhaled slowly, and set his hands upon Daisuke's shoulders as the boy bent him back onto the table, thrusting hesitantly. "…yes," he whispered to Daisuke after a moment. "Yes, that's right…" Fingers clenched tighter, legs clamping, urging him to move faster.

The act was blindingly fast, incredible and a blur of sensation. He heard moans and mutters, panting gasping breaths and the hot sticky sounds of sex, the rough grasping fingers as he arched into the body beneath him, his thighs striking the blunt edge of the table. He barely remembered kissing the mouth and various areas of skin, panting against the neck and making slight noises in his throat.

It felt…

Daisuke couldn't describe it, his mind twisting with the sensory overflow, and felt the approaching orgasm spread through his stomach, tightening throughout his back and legs. He gave a hoarse cry, feeling the dance bucking up underneath him with equal passion, and felt himself give with blinding force, shuddering. Shortly after that, still caught up in his own flow of pleasure, something warm spread between their stomachs where the dancer's erection was trapped, slick and bitter-scented.

"…god," he rasped, collapsing against the heaving breast of his partner, feeling the low pleased chuckle. A hand threaded through his hair, the table creaking under their weight. "D-did you…"

"Mmm…It was good," the dancer replied breathlessly.

Blushing, Daisuke pulled back slightly, feeling himself slide out as he did. "…um…"

The dancer reached up with one hand, pulled him down for a single burning kiss. "Shush," he said, and reached down to remove the condom that Daisuke barely remembered placing on, dropping the plastic into the small wastebasket nearby, and returned with a Kleenex. "Here," he murmured, and began to wipe at his belly. "You'll have to get dressed soon. Your friends are probably waiting."

"Yeah," Daisuke responded, slightly dizzy and stunned. His belly twitched as the hand carefully removed the lingering presence of the semen. Then that too was dropped into the wastebasket. With the hand gone, he stepped back to allow the dancer room to get off the table, his body a pale shadow in the dark.

~Holy cow,~ he thought. ~I just got laid…~

Clothing was pressed into his hands, and belatedly, he remembered that he needed to dress. Blushing again, slid into his boxers, then his jeans. His shirt slipped on with a practiced feel for the tag-he was quite adept at putting his shirt on with his eyes semi-shut in the morning. Then he stood, eyes roving to where the pale glimpse of body was slowly disappearing under clothing.

~…okay, so do I say something, now?~

~Like what?!~ he panicked. ~Thanks for the show?~ He felt around for his shoes, and pushed his feet into them with a nervous bite at his lips. ~Baka…~ Cheeks warm, he smiled in the semi-dark.

"Are you ready?" the smooth voice of the dancer murmured.

Daisuke looked up to see him standing near the door and tugged on his shoes. "Yeah," he said. "I'm good."

The door opened to spread roseate light into the room as Daisuke stood. Smiling bashfully, he walked near, intent on sliding out of the door without another word.

A hand caught his, and a small slip of paper was caught in his fingers.

"Hey," the dancer said. "Call me sometime, okay?"

Daisuke looked at him in surprise, blushing hope and shyness. "Really?"

A brilliant smile flashed at him, and a hand rose to linger around his face. "Yeah…"

~=~

He managed to find his way out of the hallway without using the stage, and slowly made his way back into the room, clutching the slip of paper. He worked his way between tables, unnoticed until he found where Tai and Yamato were sitting. They didn't seem to worried about his absence, he noticed. Perhaps they knew how far the dancer was going to go…

It didn't matter. He grinned at the two and sprawled down amidst the chairs. "What's up?"

Tai raised a brow, grinning knowingly, and elbowed Yamato. "Told you," the brunette said. "Pay up."

Yamato laughed, as did a few surrounding tables, and dug into his pocket. "Whatever…you owe me if Ichijouji shows up though," he replied. "I said he would."

Tai rolled his eyes and snatched the money away. "I still think Ichijouji couldn't make it," he said to Daisuke. "Otherwise, he would have been here earlier…"

Shrugging, Daisuke fingered the slip of paper still in his hands and smiled. "Naw, it's okay…I don't expect Ken to stop everything just for my birthday."

"And why not?" said a slightly breathless voice.

Daisuke twisted in his seat, surprised, and peered up at the boy dressed in simple jeans and white shirt. He grinned. "Hey, Ken. You made it!" Daisuke turned his grin to Yamato. "You're right, he made it. Pay the man, Taichi!"

Ken laughed, and slipped into the chair next to his, flushed and hair slightly tousled. "So what'd I miss?"

"Not much," Taichi grumbled, handing back his recently-won money. "Daisuke got a lap dance, though!"

Blushing, Daisuke averted his eyes and tried to bat away Yamato's laughing pokes and yells of "Wooo, go Dai!"

"It wasn't that much," he said. "Really…"

"Oh?" Tai grinned knowingly, and nudged Ken. "Then what happened backstage?"

Ken smiled a secretive smile, white in the darkness, and looked at Daisuke. "Something happen?" he asked. "Did he give you his number and whisper in your ear?"

~…it was him,~ his mind whispered suddenly. ~It is him!~ Daisuke blinked, mouth dropping. "Ken-I-you?-" he stuttered, taking in the dark hair, smoke-lined eyes and familiar smile. His eyes dropped to a pair of sunglasses clipped to a pocket…

Ken merely smiled at him as Taichi and Yamato argued whether or not Dai had scored a number, and mouthed a single word, finger pressed to his lips in the age-old signal of secrecy.

"Shush."