Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ BodyHeat ❯ Door to the Sky ( Chapter 2 )

**Warnings-Disclaimers-Notes**

~~First things first-This is a fic where there will be sex. Drugs. Rape, later on-let's get squeamish early, now…Done?

Good, so basically, this is also a YAOI fic-written in the sense that two boys, two males, two people of the same sex, will eventually have sex. So, since this is been stated several times-I suspect that the warnings will remain, just not in quantity-don't flame me for something you've missed. If you're an immature, young, irresponsible adult who has nothing better to do than read smut-

Then go ahead and read. I don't control you. *grin* Just don't blame me when you get in trouble.

Well, onwards, faithful readers!!

~BodyHeat~

Door to the Sky

Written by Sugah

Daisuke woke up with a sense of excitement curling his stomach into knots. Stretching absently, he buried his face into the pillow and entertained a few fantasies, a small grin playing about his face.

Today was Friday!

Apart from the going-to-school bit, it was going to be an incredible day! He just knew it!

The redhead couldn't sleep any longer, or even try to pretend. Muttering a curse at the higher powers, even though he was excited to be up, Daisuke couldn't let his routine die just because he was energetic. He stumbled out of bed clad in his old boxer shorts and tried not to walk on any of the unpacked boxes he had strewn across his room.

~Might as well get dressed,~ he thought, yanking open the squealing closet door. ~Then get breakfast!~

His stomach growled appreciatively. Daisuke nodded, affirming the demand for food by patting his stomach, and grabbed some sweatpants.

It was only 6:23 in the morning. Time to get dressed later.

As he wandered downstairs, Daisuke snickered and wondered if Takeru would kill him if he called right now.

~

"Good day, class," Ms. Kiroki called out as she entered the room. Daisuke glanced up from where he was doodling on the pages, and smiled to himself.

"Today is Friday, and you know what that means, right?"

A chorus of "Hai, Ms. Kiroki," rang out through the room.

Daisuke blinked. This didn't sound good. He glanced at Ken, a question in his eyes.

The indigo-eyed genius, as Daisuke had found out from Takeru, scribbled something on a scrap of paper and slid it discreetly over to Daisuke.

~Today we partner up to study for Monday's test,~ Daisuke read, and glanced back up at Ken with a soft frown.

"Alright, then, everyone find your slave!" Kiroki settled back behind her desk, leaning slightly as she pulled out a textbook and began outlining notes for another weeks worth of work.

A general buzz of chatter broke out through the room as people rose from their seats and laughed or joked around as they all rearranged seats. Daisuke found himself watching enviously, almost wishing he was less outgoing and had someone to partner with. ~Gotta love being the new kid,~ he thought bitterly. ~At least the `genius' isn't ignoring me…~

He didn't see Ken eyeing him oddly, curious why he hadn't chosen anyone.

Ken let out his breath and an almost silent growl. ~I didn't think he'd be this stubborn. Or prideful.~ "Daisuke," he said softly after a moment. "You're supposed to partner up with someone to study. It's a proven fact that two minds work better than one." ~You're going to offer, aren't you…~ he accused himself. ~Don't you dare!~

"Yeah, I know," Daisuke pushed his pencil in a childish manner. "But…"

"You don't know anyone?"

Daisuke opened his mouth only to shut it a second later. "No," he said finally. "It's not that. It's just…they don't know me, and…"

"Fear of judgment?" Ken chided softly.

"Umm…kinda…I actually like this school, Ken," Daisuke shot a faintly ironic grin at him. "I mean, Takeru's here. We've been friends since forever. And…I'm away from home, and…I don't wanna mess it up."

Ken was staring at him with surprise. "How would you mess it up?"

Shrugging, the redhead leaned on his propped arm. "I don't like rules much…and I suck at schoolwork. I can't concentrate worth a damn, or I do it wrong…I mess up."

"I see." Ken began to gnaw at the inside of his lip. Against every fiber inside him screaming that getting Daisuke to *open up* is *getting involved* and that was bad, Ken faced the teen once more. "I will…help…if you'd like…"

"Huh?" Daisuke slipped off his palm. "You'd actually want to put up with me?"

"You make it sound as if you have a disease," Ken remarked dryly. "I wouldn't mind tutoring you. I have more than enough time on my hands, so don't worry about it." ~Why am I saying this? I don't plan on letting him in! I can't let him in…~

Daisuke was still staring at him as if he had sprouted a third eye. ~He's serious,~ he realized. ~He actually wants to do it…~ Then a faint tingling blush was on his face, and the redhead felt giddy. "Uh, great! Thanks a lot!"

His stomach then proceeded to do flip-flops as Ken smiled, a small faint smile, but truly smiled at him.

Daisuke remembered thinking, then, that it was the most beautiful smile he had seen in a long time.

~

It was well past the middle of the class, and Daisuke, much to his chagrin, had caught himself staring at Ken for the fifth time. Not that the slim violet-haired boy seemed to notice the looks.

If he did, he was very good at ignoring or hiding it.

"Here," Ken was explaining something about cellular structure. "See the different look between animal and plant cells?" his hand shifted, pointing out the differences with the tip as Daisuke nodded and looked down at the textbook. The two of them had scooted up their desks, like so many of the students, and were bent over the text. Ken was explaining the chapters Daisuke had missed.

Daisuke never realized there was so much to learn about Biology, and Physiology. (1). Without realizing it, his gaze focused onto the slim pale hands, fine-boned and slender…supple fingers and the way they gripped the pencil…

~Stop!~ he told himself fiercely before he began to imagine those hands gripping something else. ~If he was interested, you'd know by now…~

"Does that make sense?" Ken suddenly asked. Intense indigo eyes fastened onto his face.

Daisuke did a quick rewind. Different structure, mito-something, lots of squiggly things in the animal cells… "Uh, yeah," he said sheepishly, forcing back a blush.

A slim brow rose. "Are you sure?"

Daisuke nodded, masking his face with a curious look. "I do get it! It's just…school is distracting."

~And maybe that wasn't the best thing to say…~ he told himself, as the lips twitched in a repressed smile.

"Don't worry about it," Ken interjected. "Class is nearly over anyway." ~And so is my restraint…~ he noted dryly.

"What?!" Daisuke spun to look at the wall where the clock hung. "Oh man," he moaned a moment later. "We didn't even get through half of it."

"You have all weekend to study," Ken pointed out.

"…yeah…" Daisuke slumped in his chair. "But I do so much better when I have help," he whined, glaring daggers at the book. "Stupid test…"

~Don't say it, don't say it!~ "Perhaps," Ken began slowly. "You would care to come to my house, this Sunday, and study?"

~Too late,~ his mind sighed, and his heart thumped oddly as the words hung in the air between them. A spark of surprise flickered in Daisuke's chocolate eyes, and Ken felt his stomach flutter in the most undignified manner. ~Dammit,~ he was telling himself. ~You've been reduced to a quivering schoolgirl!~

"You want to help me study on Sunday?"

Ken nodded slowly, battling every urge to flee, every mocking taunt from a persona he tried desperately to contain at the moment. This was school, you did not make a pass at another student in school… The slim gray-suited student took a slow breath. "I'd like to help."

A wide grin, melting slowly into Ken's psyche and imprinting itself for future dreams, spread across Daisuke's tanned face. "That'd be great!" the redhead laughed in delight. "Imagine the look on my parents faces when they get my grades and they're above average!"

Finding himself smiling faintly in response to Daisuke's enthusiasm, Ken remarked, "Perhaps…with some help…you'll get full marks."

"Yeah! So what time Sunday?"

Ken thought for a moment. "Around noon?"

"Great!" Daisuke repeated, and suddenly, a slip of paper was shoved into his hand. Overhead a solemn tone rang out to signal the end of the class. Ken looked at his hand curiously. "That's my number, incase something happens and you wanna change the time or whatnot."

"Ah, I see." Ken felt himself fighting a wide grin. "Thank you. See you Sunday?" Despite the tight hold he had on the inner demons of his psyche, Ken heard the thought ~And tonight...~ with a dark undertone of promise.

Shuddering, Ken shoved the voice away.

~

Ken was surprisingly open at lunch, Takeru noted with a faint smile. He took a sip of his soda, glancing discreetly at the reclusive boy, seated next to Daisuke, and thought he knew the reason.

~Daisuke's drawing him out of that damned shell…~ he mused, watching as the redhead turned to ask Ken a question. Takeru noted the way Ken replied, and kept his gaze fixed on Daisuke from the corner of his eye for a good space of time afterwards. He saw the way Ken seemed slightly unnerved as Daisuke poked him in the ribs, talking energetically.

~It's good for him to finally open up, though,~ Takeru finally admitted to himself. ~None of us could do it.~

~And I know Daisuke's up to the challenge…~

But the blond couldn't help wondering, exactly, if the Kaizer would take to the redhead just as quickly as Ken did. The Kaizer, with his spiked hair and deadly grace…The Kaizer would consume Daisuke.

~Who would consume who,~ he wondered. He knew that Daisuke was just as alluring, if not as ruthless.

~Which will it be, Daisuke?~

~

The doorbell rang at precisely 9, and Takeru, who was loitering in the kitchen on edge, nearly sprained an ankle on the slippery linoleum as he scrambled for the knob and yanked it open.

Daisuke grinned knowingly. "You ready?" he smirked with a trademark wink.

Takeru yanked him inside by the white shirt the redhead was wearing. "Dude, I said 8:30!" he exclaimed. "We're gonna be late!"

Daisuke laughed as Takeru shoved him towards the bathroom. "I can tell…you're all ready and raring to go!" And indeed, the blond looked very nice in a pair of dark clingy pants that hugged his hips and legs, a slightly baggy deep teal-colored button-up shirt with the sleeves ripped off. Fishnet sleeves covered his arms and over the backs of his hands. ~Damn,~ Daisuke thought, and wished he had thought of wearing the pale glittery powder that Takeru was currently displaying.

Grinning wickedly, Takeru shoved him through the bathroom and yelled through the door as he leaned against it, "You have ten minutes!!"

Daisuke was laughing as his bag slumped to the floor. "Only ten? Do you want me to look good or what?!"

"You're down to nine," Takeru sang out. There was silence, then a few rustles from inside. The blond began to whistle absently, checking his watch as the noises slowly died, and the sound of the tap running picked up faintly.

"I'm a sexy bitch, now!" Daisuke yelled triumphantly over his shoulder, and examined his appearance. A dark long-sleeved shirt with suggestive tiger-stripe tearing adorned his torso, skin-tight leather pants, courtesy of Jun and his last b-day party were wrapped around his legs and thick black boots completed the apparel. He smirked, fingering a few strands of the red glitter-gel in his hair, the touch of smoky beige that pulled out the gold in his eyes.

Behind him, the door opened and Takeru leaned of the frame. His eyes traveled slowly south, and the blond whistled faintly as his eyebrows rose. "Damn…you are…"

Daisuke shrugged knowingly, and slug the gel-tube into his bag, then spread his arms to the side. "You like?"

Takeru fingered the one sleeve that came over the back of the strong-brown fingers, attached to a ring, then glanced over to where the other sleeve fluttered in ripped streamers. "I like the rips. Nice touch."

Daisuke grinned up at him through lowered brows as he attached a fine chain and his wallet to his belt. "I'm know, I know. I'm a god."

"Sur~re," Takeru scoffed, throwing a soft punch in Daisuke's direction. "Let's go…" An excited gleam entered his azure eyes. "Time to dance, my friend."

"Right behind you, blondie."

~

The walk to the club was uneventful.

It was at the entrance that Daisuke first heard the first sounds of people, and then, as they rounded the corner, they saw the last stragglers of the nearly block-length line. Daisuke paused, his breath caught in his throat, and stared. "Damn, TP…That's the line?"

Takeru nodded, his pace unaffected, and motioned him forward. "Don't worry. There's a special list of the people who actually attend. Don't worry about the weirdos or anything like that. Everyone's screened."

They passed the line, many of the people ranging from teens like them to the older adults who were out for a last glimpse of freedom before life bowled them over. ~Damn,~ Daisuke thought again, his gaze skittering away from several of the people who jeered at him, jealous or angry that they were walking up alongside the line without any holds.

Takeru shot him another look that plainly said, `Idiots. Don't worry,' and pulled him forward where a burly man with a bald head was running his finger down the line of what seemed to be a list of people, and shaking his head.

"Hey, `Kira," Takeru nodded to the bald man, his hand clamped firmly around Daisuke's wrist. "Let us in?"

Ignoring the screeches of `check it again' from the girl in too-tight pants and squinched-up tube top, the doorman Akira turned his head with a doubtful look. "Takeru," he greeted, with hesitation. "I don't know if I can let him in tonight," the man had the grace to look sorry.

"What?" Takeru frowned. "You know he's my first guest! He's okay, really!"

Akira shuffled his feet, his gaze unhappy, but he didn't change his position to let him inside. "I'm sorry, Takeru, but we're-"

"Let him in."

Daisuke turned his head to see a whip-cord thing teen, a boy with spiky blue and purple hair, glide past him and around the doorman, who said "Yessir," with a surprising air of respect. Daisuke glanced over at Takeru, who was watching the boy warily.

~Must be the bigshot,~ he surmised, and looked back to see the half-hidden glance through violet glasses (think John Lennon) appraising him. Daisuke felt a sharp stab of attraction, and inhaled shakily at the sight of the handsome profile. ~I didn't think he'd be my age…Damn…~

"He'll fit in just fine," the Kaizer said coolly, and turned to step inside the darkened doorway.

"Hel~lo," Daisuke murmured softly, his gaze following with a curl of his lips. He didn't see the apprehensive gaze that Takeru shot him as the doorman stepped aside and the slipped past.

But the thoughts of the Kaizer, dressed in his open black and blue shirt, and black soft-leather pants laced down to the knee vanished as the club opened up before him, and Daisuke found himself in the Utopia of every rebel teen.

The overall tone of the main room was dark, with faint accents of a gold, or brighter blue, but the effect was darkened rooms, shadowed corners. Darkness. Subdued lights flashed from a corner, pulsing in time to the chest-throbbing bass of the music. A crowd was grinding away in the corner of the room, where the stage was, and where the music was the thickest. Tables were spread over the rest of the area, and a bar for the older customers was set up alongside one wall.

Daisuke found himself staring as his eyes caught sight of a couple grinding away, their mouths locked, and realized a moment later that the pair consisted of two boys about eighteen years old. He turned to Takeru, was watching him with an amused expression. "Just what kind of place is this?" he half-yelled over the music.

"A place with a strong sexuality content," Takeru grinned. "There's rules, but you're free to do almost anything, as long as it's consensual!"

His mouth open in helpless shock, Daisuke looked over the room again. ~Anything?~ his mind baffled.

"Come on," Takeru snagged his wrist again, and towed him off towards a relatively quiet area, occupied by tables and teens. "Sorry I didn't tell you before, but it's supposed to be a sort of secret thing. Next time you're here, you'll have to sign a waiver to prove that you'll keep it a secret."

"What? A waiver?"

"Yeah…" Takeru laughed. "It's not like this place is completely legal, you know. There are minors, and some perverts who like younger…er…company. But that's carefully watched." The blond waved to an acquaintance, then turned to look over his shoulder. "Like I said, Daisuke. Consensual is the main thing. No one forces anyone here. The Kaizer makes sure, even if he does rule a bit hard."

His eyes roaming the expansive room, Daisuke shrugged, and flashed a grin. "Hey, I'm just here to dance, man."

The Kaizer, perched atop a ledge in the dark shadowed corner that overlooked everything, watched him move with a predatory gleam in his dark violet eyes.