Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ BodyHeat ❯ Delinquincy Addict ( Chapter 1 )

**Warning-Disclaimer-Notes**

This is an AU fic, rated N-17 for a reason. There will be sex. There will be drugs and swearing and a few spots of Non-con that you will be warned about before hand. Well, that's what this is for, right? This is also Shonen Ai-Yaoi-boy boy sex! Hence the Warnings. I repeat-this is NOT for younger viewers-if you think you are mature enough, by all means, read ahead. But, do NOT flame me in the idea that you'll shame me into writing straight fics or stuff…*grin* I write this for a reason, you know…

**Disclaimer-this is taken from ideas I received while listening to fast hippy pop music-Namely, Willa Ford "I wanna be Bad". I thought of Ken. *grin* The characters are not mine-I just use them shamelessly.

Onwards!

~BodyHeat~

It was the third school this month that he had been enrolled in. Third. Despite the harsh disapproval his parents showed at the announcement, Daisuke didn't really care all that much if it had been the fourth, or the fifth, though. It was a different school, with different people. But his parents had apparently thought it was a bad thing to meet new people, so they had sent him off to stay with an aunt, who lived near a reputedly good school.

~Feh,~ Daisuke thought. It had been the closest school and the only one who'd actually consider taking him in for an extended period. Too bad his parents didn't know his aunt was rarely home, and not too expectant of `dear ol' Dai-chan,' and spent her time with her boyfriend.

It was almost normal, in a way.

Besides, it wasn't his fault that the old bag of a teacher at his old school didn't like him and that he was blamed for most of the pranks that the school had undergone, even though he hadn't done nearly half of them.

But unleashing about 20 rats into an occupied girls room….Daisuke shook his head and grinned wickedly. That was ingenious. He glanced down at the scrap of paper that told him the location of his next class, then up to scan the empty hallways.

Room B-3…B-3…where on earth was the sign? The redhead squinted and peered down the hall ad the slim white plastic above each door. There was A-12; he must be close.

"Bingo!" With a smooth smile pasted on his face, Daisuke peeked through the window of the door, and then pushed it open a moment later. He walked in confidently, ignoring the blinking stares of the students, after all, it was just the same looks he had received only months ago. Students stared at him, he ignored the students, so on so forth.

The teacher, a middle-aged woman with a pleasant smile and somewhat stern eyes turned away from the blackboard. "Ah, you must be Mr. Motomiya," she murmured, placing the chalk on the small metal ledge and dusting her hands.

Daisuke nodded once, the scrap of paper of said schedule in his outstretched hand. "Hi."

Cool fingers brushed his and the teacher, Kiroki Riku, by what he had read before, glanced over the paper. "Class," she raised her voice and glanced around the room. "This is our new student, Motomiya Daisuke. He'll be joining us for the rest of the semester. Welcome to Toumaki High; you can take any seat you wish."

Again, Daisuke nodded once, his respect for the teacher rising. She obviously knew how to handle the students, and had similar respect from her class. That was rare. He shouldered the bag, and pocketed his schedule when Kiroki handed it back, and simply chose the nearest aisle. He walked past a few girls that giggled behind their hands, heard the nearly silent whispers his presence induced.

"Did you see?-"

"Look at his clothes!"

"Where do you think he's from?"

The redhead chose a seat near the back, ignoring everything now that the preliminaries were over. He knew his clothing would induce whispers, looks, even prejudice. But they were his clothes, and his choice; he'd have it no other way. So what if he didn't dress the `fashion' of the day, or act like the rest of the respectable boys. After a second he glanced down at himself. Okay, maybe the camouflage pants and black tank, and flame-embroidered jacket was a little too much for his first day.

Lord knows he'd probably give the older teachers a coronary.

Leaning back, Daisuke quietly slid his books out of his bag. Before he could catch it, though, a pencil rolled and dropped to the floor with a tiny clatter. ~Oh dammit,~ he growled at the pencil and daring it to do anything else mischeivious, and bent to retrieve it.

A slim pale hand picked it up delicately before he had a chance to reach it, and Daisuke straightened slightly, eying the hand curiously, then followed the arm up to see the pale skin of the face. ~Ooh.~ The boy, with neutral gray clothing and dark hair, almost a deep violet color, glanced at him with indigo eyes, and dropped the pencil into his hand.

"Thanks," Daisuke mouthed and immediately felt stupid. The boy, after quirking a lip in a faint smile, turned back to his text and began to read. Daisuke mentally smacked himself. ~Idiot,~ he muttered inside. ~Good job…he probably thinks you're a geek…~

Daisuke spared a minuscule glance at the nameless intriguing boy to his right. ~And he's cute…~

~Too bad I landed in Repressed-ville.~

~

"Oiy, Ken, over here!"

Solemnly, the indigo-eyed student looked up, his half-full tray in his hand, and spotted the lanky blond waving at him from the other side of the room. Inside he smiled faintly, and nodded slightly in Takeru's direction, noticing that the younger student, Iori, and the two females he kept forgetting the names of were already seated and chatting happily.

Ken felt a mild curl of annoyance at himself. Instead of letting it show, he chose an apple over a banana, and strode off, quiet and demure as always, in the direction of the secluded table. He nodded graciously at the two girls, Kari and Miya-something, Ken absently remembered, and slid into a empty chair.

"Hey, so how was your class, Ken?"

Takeru, the only one Ken had a mild interest in spending time with, leaned over and snagged one of the miniature carrots off Ken's desk. Smiling his faint smile, Ken shrugged. "Not terribly exciting, but…" He took a sip of milk. "New student."

~Sexy new student,~ his mind supplied. Ken shut his mouth before the thought could escape.

Takeru raised thin blond eyebrows over surprised blue eyes. "Really?" he whistled. "New students are rare…wonder what he did, or didn't do to get here…"

"Who knows," Miyako supplied. "Was he the one with the weird clothing?" Ken nodded. "Ah, he was in my history class. Interesting fellow."

Takeru smirked and leered at Miyako. "And you think everyone is interesting, Miya."

"So?" the girl flipped her lavender hair over her shoulder.

Ken caught a glimpse of reddish hair and eye-catching flames. Unknowingly, his eyes lidded over and his gaze followed the new kid. "He's over there," he said after a moment, still absently chewing.

"Where?" Takeru swung around. "I wanna see him!"

His gaze was still focused on Daisuke as he moved closer, and Ken reflexively swallowed the small mouthful he had been chewing. ~I haven't seen anyone that…attractive…in a long while…~ Daisuke was about a table and a half away now, his gaze wandering the room as he slid around a pair of boys carrying empty trays, when Takeru finally got a glimpse of him.

"No! It can't be!!" the blond exclaimed, and stood up. "Motomiya?!"

Startled, the brown eyes flickered to the table, glancing briefly at the group before taking in the grinning blond. A brilliant grin stretched over his face then. "TP!!" He sidestepped around a second groups of students, deftly balancing his laden tray and stretching out the other to Takeru.

Takeru, grinning, slapped it with his open palm in greeting, and motioned him over. "Dude, when did you get suckered into this school?"

The redhead slid his tray onto the table, then spun around to face Takeru. "Oh, just the usual, TP," he snickered, and tugged at the clothing Takeru was wearing. "Eh, what's this? You going for prep?"

"Aw, no, just got bored of sticking out," Takeru rolled his eyes. "I can see you haven't changed clothing for…oh…a year."

"Hey, this is fashion, man. Don't dis the duds." Daisuke straddled his chair and grabbed up his forks. "Introduce me, though."

By now Kari and Miyako were staring at them with interest, and open smiles. Ken felt a tiny urge to slide closer to the redhead, for he had sat in the open spot next to him, but refrained. ~Perfect student, remember?~ he reminded himself, and focused on his meal. Perfect students didn't get distracted, especially if their reputation was more or less in the balance. Ken already knew that getting any sort of interest for the wild redhead beside him was out of the question.

If his rep in school died…that was all he needed. Lack of rep, and disclosure on his `night life.'

"Oh, everyone, this is Daisuke. Dai, this is everyone."

"Very funny, Takeru," Kari slid her hand across the table. "I'm Kari. That's Miyako, but you can call her Miya. The young'un here is Iori, and that's Ken beside you."

Daisuke grasped her hand with a wink, and propped his chin in his hand. His gaze wandered over to Ken, and the smile widened. "We've met," he nodded to Ken. "He's in my science class. But… anyone else free for Friday night?"

Takeru groaned and hid his face. A second later he chucked a plastic fork. "Daisuke, don't start up with your games…"

Blinking innocently, the redhead shrugged. "Just curious…Need something to do, anyway, cuz my aunt's out of town for the week. Rather not be bored this weekend." The wicked grin resurfaced.

"Gah…don't even!" the blond replied before Daisuke could speak. "Just shut up and eat. I'll talk about it after school."

"Here we go," Miya muttered to Iori. The slim brown-haired teen grinned back at her.

"Go? Go where?"

"Well," Iori began. "Takeru's got that look in his eye…"

Daisuke raised a brow and glanced at the blond. "Ooh…I remember that look…it's the same look he got before he threw water balloons of the roof of the apartment…just to see if it would freeze on the way down. What was it, like 30 below that time?" he grinned.

Takeru broke out in laughter. "Yeah! I remember that!! The water froze on the sidewalk and everyone was slipping…"

"Takeru thinks you're perfect for the club."

At the sound of the modulated voice, something that held a hint of something, Daisuke slid his eyes over to Ken, turning slightly to do so, and smiled. "A club?"

Smacking himself for bothering to even think today, Ken nodded stiffly. "Yes. He and the others go to a club most weekends. Each time he brought one of them there for the first time, he's had that look."

Takeru stuck a hand to his chest. "Wow, Ken, I didn't know you noticed!!"

"A club?" Daisuke repeated. Somehow, his grin grew wider. Ken felt a funny sort of heat rise in his stomach as Daisuke turned to look back at him. "Do you go to?"

It was a long moment, as their eyes met, before Ken remembered to reply. "No. I usually get ahead in my studies." ~Ken doesn't go…but you'll meet who does…~

"Too bad…"

Takeru raised a brow, unnoticed by either of the two, and glanced at the girls with a grin. "So, then, Daisuke, you're going to come with Friday?" ~Is that interest that Ken's showing? My my…~

Daisuke tore his eyes away from the indigo eyes and grinned widely. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," he affirmed.

Ken turned back to what was left of his food, and smiled faintly to himself. ~I'll be seeing you then, Daisuke,~ he thought, and something hidden laughed inside.

~

By the time school was out, and everyone was well on their way to their homes or after school fun, Daisuke was leaning on the post outside of the school gate, a sprig of grass clenched between his lips, and his arms crossed behind his head as he waited for Takeru. ~Man…a club,~ he thought for the thousandth time. ~Haven't been clubbing, or dancing, or anything for the longest time…~ he added wistfully.

~And Takeru's here…~ He grinned again. ~I've missed him…~ For a moment he thought of all the mischief they'd gotten into as children, then as young teens.

Before he moved away, Takeru had been his best friend. His only friend. Takeru had been someone, despite his innocent appearance, who had been as deviant and as fun-seeking as him. ~Those were good days.~ After they had moved, Takeru was the only one who understood. Daisuke still felt bad that his parents had gotten a divorce, though.

"Daisuke, you ready?" came a too-familiar voice.

The redhead opened his eyes, spit the grass out, and raised a brow. "Let's do it, man."

Takeru nodded. "Let me tell you `bout BodyHeat," he shrugged his bag over his shoulder. Daisuke fell into step, feeling surprisingly bouncy now that he had met up with an old friend.

"First, BodyHeat is like the clubs back home, alright?"

Daisuke nodded, smirking. "I can tell…"BodyHeat," eh? Sounds cool."

"Oh yeah," Takeru shook his head with a wicked grin. "Make sure that you don't get…er…attached to anyone there, unless you know them…or want to know them. People can get a little possessive if they think you're theirs."

"Like the old Flamer club?"

"Exactly. Couples go, but make sure, if you go alone, that you have backup incase someone wants to `claim' you."

"Claim?" Daisuke swung his arms around, stretching.

"Yeah, like some pervert saying you belong to him, and what not. You definitely don't need that." Takeru pressed the button for the crosswalk as they waited, watching the cars zoom by.

"Tell me more, TM," Daisuke prompted.

Takeru raised a finger to his temple, scratching absently, then smiled mysteriously at Daisuke. "Well, the rules are all universal. No drinking, drugs. He's a real stickler for that, understood? If He catches anyone with a drug, or a drink, they're out for at least a month." He watched Daisuke nod, whistling faintly. "Good. Just keep an eye out for the freaks, and you'll be fine."

"Great! When do we get to go?" Inside, he was still wondering about the mysterious *him* Takeru referred to. ~He? He who?~

"Friday, Daisuke. Patience. You'll get your chance to cut loose this Friday."

The redhead pursed his lips and frowned. "Only Friday?"

"Naw…The weekend. Friday night, Saturday night. That's when Kaizer opens."

"Kaizer?" Daisuke raised a brow. "Bossman?" ~Ooh…Kaizer…kink-ville for a name.~

"Yeah…only, you don't wanna piss him off. And you wanna watch out for him, too. He's not good news to anyone." Takeru shot him a serious glance. ~Definitely bad news,~ he thought, and glanced around at the buildings, checking his location. "Dominatrix, kinda. Carries a whip."

~Interesting,~ Daisuke smiled wickedly. "Oh, I'll watch him, alright."

"I mean it, Dai! He's trouble." Takeru shot him a heavy glance, and stepped inside the walk, on his way to the glass door of a middle-class building. "Well, we're here. Come on up," he said mockingly.

Daisuke grinned, his day already looking better, and followed Takeru inside the door.

Definitely different here, at his new school, with his old friend.

His mind flashed to the silent Ken, with captivating indigo eyes, and shivered.

Oh, definitely.