Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ BodyHeat ❯ Shadow Danced ( Chapter 3 )

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~BodyHeat~

Even Takeru had to stop and admire the way Daisuke danced, once the boy really got going. Out there, in the middle of the floor surrounded by people just as interested in the flow of the movement as he was, just as lost in the music.

The blond leaned back in his chair, Iori perched on the edge of the table while Miyako and Hikari giggled in each other's ears. He shook his head slowly as he watched Daisuke, and marveled.

The boy was twisting slowly, his arms over his head, and his eyes closed as he shifted stances and alternately curled his arms to graze past his own body. It was a slow song, and Daisuke was doing his best to spice it up. His mouth open for the overheated air, the boy looked like he was about to be kissed or something close to it.

Even as he watched, one of the faster songs picked up, the beat cutting through to the middle of a person and pulling at him, and the throng switched gears with it. Daisuke grinned, easy to spot even from here, and twisted into a sharp curling stand-

-then pushing upwards with seeking arms, head coyly bent aside, eyes shut, moving as something that followed the pace of the music, but Takeru wasn't able to see the way he was moving his legs.

~Do you ever wonder why

This music gets you high

It takes you on a ride

Feel it when your body starts to rock

Baby, you can't stop

And music's all you got~

Daisuke rose up again, a hand through his hair and his head flung back, his eyes closed as the other arm twisted in a languid motion to the off beat. Then, as the music shifted into the quick-step, Daisuke snapped his arms out, tilting to the left, then jerking back into a half bob, going lower until only his arms where seen above the crowd.

Takeru grinned. ~He makes it look easy,~ he thought, and scanned the crowd for the envious responses he knew would be there. There was Kekui, the most recent dance 'lord' of the club. A jealous look was pasted on his usually handsome face, making it twisted as Daisuke danced with abandon.

Kekui merely danced for the attention, and he knew he was good.

Daisuke was better.

Takeru blinked as Kekui suddenly pushed his way out of the crowd and disappeared quickly into the shadows. ~Better watch him,~ he noted with a flicker of annoyance. The last thing he wanted was a dancing feud, and Kekui wasn't known for his lack of violence.

Slender arms snaked suddenly around his waist, and an alto-timbred voice husked in his ear a question. Takeru looked over his shoulder, meeting a pair of deep green, and smiled warmly.

"Daisuke's good," he replied to Iori's question of how the newcomer was fitting in.

Iori smiled back and nuzzled into the smooth neck. "That's good. Let's dance."

A throaty laugh bubbled up out of Takeru. "Alright, then, lead on, my shameless love."

~

Secluded as he was in the darkened corner, the Kaizer couldn't help over hear the whispers about the new boy, and the way he danced. Daisuke already fit in so well… ~You want to be out there,~ part of him mused. ~Dancing with him. Moving with him.~ Of course he did, but…

If it weren't for the annoying inner voice of his 'other' side, the Kaizer would be out there. He'd be out there, dancing and twining around the flamboyant redhead, marking him and taking him. Claiming him.

A small frown pursed the fine lips; the Kaizer didn't like refrain. This was a place of freedom. ~I planned for this, I wanted to go after him.~

~Damn those drug-using bastards,~ He thought, cursing silently as he waited, watchful for the small current problem he was trying to deal with, the problem of smuggled drugs and doped-up kids that had a few brushes with death. ~It's forbidden…it's always been forbidden since…~

The spiky purple-blue hair swayed slightly. He couldn't seem to concentrate tonight. He couldn't seem to delve deep into the Kaizer's persona, borrowing it, like he had before. The Kaizer knew that in this place, this creation for the subtle currents of exploration and liberation, he should have been able to give in to his small problem of attraction.

This was what the place was made for.

~As the Kaizer…not Ken…~

And here he was, sitting in the shadows like a shy virgin. Oh, he knew that there was a multitude of risks involved if he forgot himself and gave in. For instance, he already knew that this went way beyond what other faint interests he had ever noticed in another person. This, he knew somehow without even realizing it, went farther than he was ready to admit. This could be dangerous for too many things he knew, an element that could change all aspects of his life.

~He could find out,~ the small worried part of him whispered. ~You have to stay far away. The revelation of this place will destroy everything you've worked for. It will ruin everything.~ This the Kaizer knew more than anything. This place was more important than his unimportant need, the fast-becoming obsession with the redhead. It was more important than him, no matter what happened, or what he felt, or even who he met.

This place was sacred. A promise to his brother, and a way to be free.

And this persona had only been a disguise at first. A fallen blade taken up in battle, taken from the hands of another.

~He had been the Kaizer…before you…~ Ken paused to run a hand along the dark leather of his pants, his fingers scrabbling over the faint bumps along his thigh, the cross of lacing that left his leg bare. ~Now I am,~ he thought, with a faint uneasy wonder for when the whole idea had soured. The Kaizer had been just an idea, a way to fit in the shoes that Osamu left him. A way for him to forget about school, about the life that was less than happy. A way to let go, really.

~Mum and Dad don't know. They didn't know even when Osamu was running this place…~

~And now it's mine.~

As Daisuke could never be.

~Not yet…~ the darker part of him whispered softly. ~But he can be…~

Inside the glitter, the leather, and behind the violet lenses, deep enough to overlooked at a glance, Ken closed his eyes and prayed that dropping the restraint this far wouldn't be disastrous. After all, he was doing the best he could to curb his wild side tonight.

A side that would be ruthless in pursuit.

It had happened before, and Ken had no intention of letting go of the Kaizer tonight. Not if it meant the innocently seductive redhead. ~Not for anything…I dare not…~

~There is no possibility.~

So instead of joining the boy on the dance floor, and pulling close, the Kaizer merely settled back and waited. The internal struggle had faded, and he knew that tonight wasn't the answer to his small problem of attraction.

Not tonight…but perhaps…

The sensual lips, coated slightly with the palest gloss, curved into a slow smile, baring a glint of sharp white teeth. ~Perhaps someday,~ he allowed himself to dream.

~Someday.~

~

"Hey there, baby, lookin' for a good time?"

"Mmm, you look fine," a different voice whispered. "Why don't you come dance with me?"

Daisuke merely grinned to himself, and allowed his body to slip like mercury throughout the crowds, pushing gently in others when the press of people was too thick. ~Damn…Takeru was right…~

He yelped in surprise, a small squeak of noise against the larger thrumming of the music, when a hand stole caressingly across his bottom and copped a generous pinch. He twisted to look over his shoulder, but only spotted the shifting mass of people. ~Oww,~ he mourned the loss of the touch-less night, discreetly rubbed at the sore spot under the tight pants.

Over the shoulders of the last line of people, he saw Takeru, with his hands happily engrossed in exploring the thin chest of Iori, and thought in surprise, ~Who knew?~ A second later, he grinned and skirted the last of the people, rounding the few tables and bearing down on the pair with a wicked chuckle, intent on throwing his arms around both of them and cheering them on.

"Hey, you!" a voice rich with an arrogant superiority that Daisuke could recognize on the words of all snobs, past and present, taking his attention behind. A hand clutched at his elbow, and Daisuke was spun roughly to face the handsome visage of a blond he had noticed watching him dance earlier.

"Uh, excuse me," Daisuke said coolly, and tried to extract his arm.

The cold gray eyes narrowed slightly, and the boy sniffed. Two slightly larger boys, handsome but with a faint tone of no great mental capacity hanging around them, moved up to the side of the blond. Daisuke eyed them with a faintly wary and disgusted look.

"Look, whatever it is, I'm not interested," Daisuke calmly, and if a bit slowly, said. Again, he tugged on his arm.

"I am Kekui," the blond began. Even his voice was emotionless.

Daisuke found himself grinning in the mocking way he couldn't avoid with these kind of people, and cocked his head. "Aw, I didn't mean to forget your name, you know. And you were so good last night…"

The blond jerked him forward, his face dark with anger. "Don't presume to far above yourself," he hissed. "I can have you removed, you brainless cock-jockey, and from the way you were dancing, I don't think you really want that. So shut up and listen-"

"Who the fuck you think you are?" Daisuke growled back, while his mind sputtered into laughter. ~Cock-jockey? What the hell is that supposed to mean?~

"Listen, you little maggot-"

"Are you using power that isn't yours to use, Kekui?" a mellow, slightly bored voice murmured.

Daisuke blinked, and looked off to the side to see a slim figure leaning against one of the hexagonal support poles. Light gleamed off the small spectacles as the teen moved out of the shadows and into the colored lighting. ~It's him again,~ he thought in surprise.

Kekui dropped his arm, silent but for the angry fire in his colorless eyes, and backed off a step. "Look, kid, I was merely giving him advice, so back off."

The Kaizer, his gaze flickering to the redhead and then to the two goons, merely stood there. "But you don't run the place, Kekui." A wicked smile ghosted his lips. "I do."

His eyes widening, Kekui inhaled faintly, and his eyes flew to Daisuke. "Kaizer…?"

Mildly interested in the little by-play going on, Daisuke rubbed at his arm slowly and watched with big eyes.

"You've been warned."

Within seconds the interesting little conversation ended, and the three teenagers where gone. Daisuke childishly stuck out his tongue at the disappearing backs, and muttered a curse under his breath.

He turned back to see the enigmatic shadowed eyes of the Kaizer boring into him sharply. "Uhm…Thanks," Daisuke said softly, feeling like an idiot and wishing he could think of something to say. A warm flush traveled slowly up his neck, and the Kaizer smiled at him with wry amusement.

"You should be careful," the spike-covered head ducked a moment. "He'll try something again. He's like that."

"Yeah?" Daisuke rubbed the back of his neck. "Then why don't you get rid of him?"

A slim eyebrow rose. "It's not that easy, you know. He hasn't done anything wrong, yet." The face affected a faintly horrified look, and he mocked, "What ever would I do then?" ~

"Kick his ass to the curb?" Daisuke grinned charmingly, and flicked a lock of hair out of his eyes, ignorant of the mild torment the Kaizer was going through.

It took him a moment to reply with the mildly obsessive thought running through his head. ~I wonder if he'd jump if I reached out and touched him?~ He almost did that, in fact, and he realized he had swayed up to Daisuke and was watching him hungrily.

Not that Daisuke seemed to mind. ~He looks better face to face,~ the redhead was thinking, and wondered what the eyes were like behind those glasses. "Mmmnn…thanks for letting me in, too," he scrabbled for something to say, noting a faint gleam behind the lenses and fighting down a sudden surge of stomach-curling desire to taste the faint gloss on those lips.

"Don't worry about it, Daisuke," the Kaizer replied, his voice oddly breathless. "I knew you'd enjoy this place…"

"Yeah."

For a long moment they watched each other, both of the caught up in an area where the colored lights couldn't reach and the faint circle of candlelight, one on each table, ended. They were shrouded in darkness, and swept away by a rising mutual ache to touch, but unable to give in.

"Daisuke." The Kaizer barely registered the sound of the name passing his lips, all of his warnings clamoring in his head, and the strong urge from the Kaizer spreading thickly through his veins. ~Don't do it,~ a small voice urged weakly. ~You know you can't…~

A faintly glazed look had arrived in Daisuke's eyes, enriching their color in the dark lighting, and coloring his skin with an appealing flush. His tongue peeked out suddenly, wetting dry lips and disappearing just as quickly. The Kaizer found his eyes drawn to the mouth, the perfect shape and size. He had a feeling it'd be soft, if he dared to press his lips against them, just as the beating pulse-point would be velvety under his lips.

"Mhmm?"

Oh they were definitely sinking quickly in the thick fog of attraction, lust, and desire, and neither of them had any means to fight it, nor did they want to. Daisuke found his breath coming rather quickly, short and hot little pants, his eyes devouring the spiky hair, the way it clung gently to the cheek, and the way the pants hugged the slim pale hips.

The Kaizer stepped forward, stalking slowly, and watched as Daisuke almost instinctively backed up as well. He watched the faint flash of surprise in the chocolate eyes at the first touch of one of the poles, while the music thumped along in a pulse-racing beat, and continued his advance.

Since he was slightly taller than the teen, the Kaizer found himself leaning slightly forward as he closed the last few feet, and brought his face within inches of the redhead. He barely noticed the rapidly increasing breath, the flushed cheeks, and the dilated eyes; his gaze was on the mouth, and slowly flickering over the curves of the neck, the cheek, and the glimpse of the collarbone.

A song, seductive and almost drug-like in the sudden tempo, gave the Kaizer an idea. He flickered a hand across the gap of skin between shirt and pants, and smiled. "Dance with me," he husked, and wondered just exactly he was about to do.

"Mm…'kay…" Daisuke sounded dreamy, slowly raising his arm and palm flat against the curve of a shirt-tight shoulder.

The Kaizer accepted, wrapping slender fingers around the wrist, and stepping backwards. He pulled Daisuke with him, sliding past tables as they began to shift in similar patterns, moving in a small invisibly defined area of each other. With a sudden, yet completely slow move, he swung the boy up against the pole near the center of the crowd-Daisuke wondered in the back of his head when the people had arrived-

-But the Kaizer was grinding slowly against him as he lifted a leg from the knee. He was barely brushing up against him, a part of Daisuke waiting breathlessly to see if he would, and the slightly taller boy slid a hand past the slim neck and braced it on the wood.

The music pounded relentlessly against their ears, thickening into their blood. The two danced slowly and sensuously up against the pole, the Kaizer giving with a measured sinking shimmy, working his way down Daisuke's body and up again, only to have the redhead retaliate by arcing up along the pole in a deliberate writhe. The people around them, pressing tightly at some point, then drifting far enough away to enable the Kaizer to stretch out, hands dragging against his own skin. The people didn't matter; neither of them felt the crushing of the crowd.

Daisuke closed his eyes as pale hands slid around his legs, and warm breath blasted against his neck. Goosebumps prickled his skin and he grinned, arms above his head as he gyrated to the music and to the Kaizer.

Their faces were only inches apart, and Daisuke wound a hand into the mop of spikes when the Kaizer slowly brushed against him, teasing him with the gentle pressure of his thighs against Daisuke's, his chest against the belly as he moved upwards or downwards. The Kaizer was moving through a thick mental fog, his body on autopilot, and ignoring the tiny horrified voice that on Sunday, this Sunday, he'd be seeing Daisuke again, as Ken.

It passed through his head, and the Kaizer gave it a second's worth of serious thought, then shrugged it aside.

Sunday was too far away to think of at the moment.

He returned his attention to Daisuke, noticing the way the lips parted under the panting little breaths, and wondered if the boy was making a noise. He couldn't tell with the heavy music in the background. Slowly, carefully, he let his lips brush against the hollow of his throat, then grazed the bobbing Adam's apple. He could taste a faint sheen of sweat on the boy's skin, and a faint vibration every so often.

He was making noises. Soft ones. The Kaizer felt his stomach curly delightfully, and swayed into Daisuke, a full bodily press now, and kissed the hollow beneath the pierced ear.

"Hnnn…" The hand curled tighter in the blue-purple hair, holding his head there by force as a tongue flickered out, laving the earlobe and the skin around it. "Oh yes…" Daisuke hissed. His body undulated slowly, a slow mimicry of sex, and hooked a leg onto the lean hip, feeling the thick belt pressing into his inner thigh.

The Kaizer grinned faintly against the skin, and with his hand lodged around the pole, pulled himself tight against the body, feeling the warm lump of Daisuke's rising arousal press dangerously close to his. His first restraint shattered, and the teen gasped as his hips almost bucked involuntarily against the firm body, digging into it and rising up against it.

~He wants me…~ Daisuke moaned almost audibly under the music; if his lips hadn't been on the throat at the moment, the Kaizer would have never had noticed the faint mew. The hand not occupied by his hair slowly traveled a distance inside of his button-up shirt, smoothing over the muscles and hollow of his spine.

The Kaizer dragged a hand carefully up the heaving sides, past the pulsing in the neck and slowly cupped the cheek. Darkened eyes, full of deep desire, opened fractionally wider as the Kaizer peered at him through the dark lenses. A thumb traced the lips, caressing gently while the two bodies remained in sync with each other in their slow presentation of dry sex.

~Just once…~

Then the Kaizer kissed him, hungrily, slowly, wet and warm against Daisuke's open mouth. A tongue slipped inside, battled his own, tasting of a strange fruity drink that Daisuke would be able to taste later on, and slowly, feverishly, the Kaizer began kiss him hard, grinding against him all the while. A deceptively small fingers grasped his wrists and the body made full contact as the Kaizer pinned the arms to the pole.

The voice in his head, the voice that had warned against such a breach of etiquette, was already silent. The Kaizer somehow knew, then, that the other side to him was just as badly attracted to the redhead. A surge of something complete swept through him, intertwined with a faint sadness that it wasn't his true self that Daisuke was attracted to.

~Only once…~