Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ BodyHeat ❯ Hush hush now... ( Chapter 4 )

**All warnings and disclaimers from previous chapters apply. This isn't mine. It IS yaoi. It IS graphic. Immaturity is not tolerated.

There. Ja!

~BodyHeat~

Takeru shrugged sore shoulders, stretching them out and twisting a bit to see if his back would crack. After a moments thought he looked at the small watch he kept on a chain, and checked the time. "Woo," he said to himself, since Iori was off getting a drink for the both of them. "Almost 2…wow…"

With something akin to belated shock, he looked around. The club was still going strong, although many of the younger people had already left, and the club was less crowded. Grimacing, Takeru mentally kicked his own ass for forgetting about Daisuke, and what mischief he could be getting into.

Iori appeared at his side, a small smile around his lips, and held up a glass of water, the sides slick with condensation.

"Thanks," Takeru smiled warmly, and took a welcomed sip. "Have you seen Daisuke?" he asked after he swallowed. He carefully wiped his mouth, and then his hands on his sleeves.

Iori shook his head. "Not sure," the young teen replied. "But I did get a glimpse of him and Kekui talking."

"What? Oh crap," the blond muttered, and drained his cup. "That's the last thing we need." In the background the music picked up, and more people attached to another to swivel against each other.

Iori nodded his agreement as the glass was still to his lips. "Could be worse," he replied louder, trying to be heard over the rising thumps of the bass, and glanced around.

~Wait…wasn't that- ~ Iori blinked slowly to make sure, and felt a rare surge of mischief.

"Give me a good "worse" then," Takeru shot over his shoulder, and missed the sharp glances Iori was casting into a particularly thick crowd of dancers.

"He could be doing that," Iori merely sniffed, and pointed. "And, in fact, I think he is doing that."

"What are you talking about?" Takeru swiveled his head and confusion shone plainly on his head. "Where-"

~…you've got to be kidding…~ his mind supplied, and Takeru blinked, just to make sure.

And still, the two entwined forms were still dancing heavily against the pole, sheathed in the shadows and blurring forms of the other kids, making out like there was no tomorrow. One of them was definitely Daisuke; the glinting reddish glitter in his hair was picked up even from here.

But…

"Who in the hell is he kissing?"

Iori shrugged, even though he had a pretty good idea, and took another sip when Takeru gave him an annoyed look. "I'm not sure," he finally said.

The blond watched as a tanned hand slid up the shirt, and the other wove into spiky blackish hair; he couldn't tell just what color it was without any light. It could've been blue, and still-

Blue…spikes?

"Shit," he said halfheartedly, feeling his stomach fall straight to his toes and sighed slowly. "That's not the Kaizer…it is…Daisuke's groping the Kaizer…god…"

"I think he's doing pretty good," Iori commented, glancing at him with a wise green eye, twinkling a bit with rare impish gleam.

"But it's the Kaizer," Takeru repeated, giving him a half-wild glance. Part of him demanded that he go over there, forcibly remove the offending teen in blue and black and purple, and drag Daisuke home. A second part merely rolled over and sighed in defeat, kicking once or twice in a final death throe for good measure. He was seriously opting for the first suggestion, and a jolt of uneasy fear washed over him at the thought.

Regardless, that was the Kaizer. He ran the place, and if he had taken an interest to Daisuke, there was little that the blond could do about it. He didn't like it, no matter how he looked at it. In his experience, the Kaizer meant trouble, and Daisuke didn't need that at the moment.

But, again, this was the Kaizer, and that was Daisuke, and he knew that neither of them, since they looked like they were enjoying themselves very much, would appreciate an interruption.

"Is that who I think it is?" a breathless squeal sounded from behind him.

Takeru looked over, seeing Hikari and Miyako comfortably draped around each other, and scowled.

"Daisuke's with the Kaizer! Omigod!" Miyako raised a lacquered hand and fluttered about her face with sudden excitement. "That's so cool! He's never taken any interest," she was squealing in breathless glee, referring to the Kaizer with a large amount of surprise in her voice.

"I realize that," Takeru muttered. ~Geez, sit there and rub it in, why don't you…And I was supposed to be watching out for this kind of thing…~

"I mean, everyone wants to get the Kaizer! And Daisuke did it! Damn!"

~Yeah,~ Takeru repeated silently, scowling. ~Damn.~

~=*=~

"Sir," was the word that whispered its way between them, barely heard under the throbbing music; Daisuke blinked sleepily, his mouth frozen a fraction away from the tempting lips, his fingers tangled in the soft spikes.

With a much-needed breath, Ken, or rather, the Kaizer raised his head away from the flushed face and hazy eyes of the striking redhead and stared, momentarily stunned by his own actions. ~Idiot…This is just great! Look what you're doing!~ a part of him hissed, before he turned to face the speaker. "Hold on," he muttered, suddenly feeling jostled, aware of the proximity of the other dancers, confusion thick in his blood.

"What is it?" Daisuke said thickly, the stubborn lust crowding his senses dissipating faintly. He squinted, making out a surprised frown on the fair face in the flickering light, and wondered if he had done something wrong.

"I'm sorry, Sir," the voice reentered the world.

Daisuke felt the superheated friction between the fade, and the head cleared as he glanced past the people, into the shadows. Looming there was a faintly familiar figure, he noticed.

Glancing at him, the Kaizer drew away but for the connection at their wrists, mind racing for a plausible excuse. ~Shimata!~ "Akira, what is it?" he whispered to the man.

The large doorman-turned-guard drew closer, his bulk clearing enough room for him to lower his head. "There is another incident, Sir." His eyes flickered to Daisuke. "We didn't mean to interrupt, but…" His next glance took in the crowd, a clear hesitation in his face.

"I understand," the Kaizer breathed a frustrated sigh, his expression twisting briefly in rage as he turned more away from the redhead. "I'll be there in a moment."

"You got stuff to do?" Daisuke looked briefly disappointed, then masked it with a shrug. "It's okay."

Ken kicked himself several times and cursed silently, looking over the redhead. "Hopefully," he reached up to trace a hand over the skin of the neck, and said a bit breathlessly, "I'll see you tomorrow?"

Inside, he was shouting at himself. ~What are you doing?! You can't!~

~Shut up, Ken!~

His eyes clearing, Daisuke gave a sincere smile, and shook his head. "Can't…my parents are coming up to 'visit'," he made a face at the word. "I'm stuck with them. And Sunday…" He frowned suddenly, as if thinking of something else, and pulled away slightly. "I have to study on Sunday."

The Kaizer winced, the smallest of movements, his eyes dark behind the glasses, and shrugged it away. "Understood. I hope to see you here again, however."

"Yeah! Of course!" Daisuke blushed and grinned as the teen backed off a step, still eyeing him with a feral intensity to match his looks before the Kaizer disappeared into the thick shadows beyond the crowd.

~Wow…~ he thought, and fell back against the pole. ~I didn't see that coming…~ A finger traced his lips, faintly swollen from the unexpected kisses only moments before, and he smiled wistfully.

~He's so…intense!~ Daisuke took a few moments to enjoy the thoughts of getting the Kaizer's undivided attention, happily dreaming away of how the other boy had kissed him. His exuberance was only mildly tempered by the fact that his parents were coming tomorrow.

Oh well. Some things in life are meant to be endured.

He walked away from the pole, undergoing the process of dodging potential gropers, still grinning, and caught the group of friends waiting back near the tables. Miya mouthed something and waved him over; both of the girls looking excited over something.

~They…didn't see me, did they?~ he thought suddenly with a sharp jab of embarrassment that began shooting down his small fantasies. He glanced at the others, quickly.

~Yup…~

Daisuke sighed inside, hiding a frown, remembering too late that Takeru had warned him to keep an eye out for the Kaizer. ~He looks a bit angry,~ he noticed, and sealed his doom by walking the rest of the way to the darkened table-area.

"Hel~lo!" he sang out, snagging himself a chair and settling into it gracefully.

Miya and Hikari sat down across from him. "Alright! Spill, Dai!" Miya grinned. Hikari jabbed her elbow into the slender middle and the lavender-haired female stuck her tongue out childishly at the other.

"What's there to spill?"

"Tell us about him! Does he kiss good, does he move good, what? What?!"

Daisuke smothered a laugh, and leaned in his chair. "What's the big deal, anyways. The Kaizer's just a guy like anyone else…"

"But he's never gone for anyone! He's never shown any interest! All he's ever done was sit in his corner and dictate, the unfeeling Ruler!" Miya paused for a much-needed breath. "You have no idea how much of a sight you two were…"

"Miya, stop that already!" Hikari giggled.

Daisuke raised a brow, a wisp of a grin on his face, and glanced at the solemn-faced Takeru. "TP? I know I was supposed to watch out for him…but he did get some blond idiot away from me…"

"Really…" Takeru muttered dryly. "He would. And that was Kekui, by the way. Local 'dancer' for the place." The blond paused a moment to examine his nails. "He doesn't like newcomers that dance better than him."

Iori flashed him a grin. "And you're much better than him."

"That and he thinks he should be in the pants of everyone, just because of that," Miya informed with a wink. "He's even tried to go after the Kaizer! But he got shot down big time."

"Kekui? Yeah, that sounds like what he said…" Takeru nodded as Daisuke stretched and wiggled in his chair. "Jerk called me a cock-jockey!" he replied indignantly. "Cock-jockey! What the hell is that?"

There was a burst of bright laughter and the lingering shadow that hovered over Takeru dissipated briefly.

"Well, it's getting late guys…we should be going."

"Awww, Takeru-cha~an,"

"God, you're worse than my mom, TP."

"Shove it, brat."

"Sounds like her, too," Daisuke slung an arm across Takeru's shoulders, and leered at Iori. "Soo…Iori…is he good in bed? Or do you have to gag him or-"

Takeru slammed an arm around Daisuke's face, scowling. "Enough, you hentai."

"Can I at least get doubles of the tapes?"

~=*=~

"We've tested the blood, Sir. It's positive."

Ken swept a hand through discordant hair, his gaze sharp on the two slumped forms sprawled on the low couches. Boys his age, and not too experienced in the world, if they had been doped up. Looking at them, he could see that the dealer, whoever it was, was picking his victims due to beauty and age.

Younger boys, pretty boys.

Ken pushed his mind away from that disturbing thought, and said, "Which drug did they use?" His voice was soft, dangerously misleading, as the anger burned through the tinted lenses of his glasses.

"From the results, they mixed a cocktail of uppers, X, and some stimulants. We're not sure of the amounts of each, but they were low-grade drugs…it could be anyone…"

"I doubt it." A pause, and Akira, holding the information in his large hands was waiting patiently for the Kaizer to speak again.

"I want you to find who's responsible, and bring them to me!"

One of the boys gave a low moan, twisting his torso along the thick fabric, his eyes glazed. The Kaizer flicked a hand, and a skinny balding man nodded, leaning from his pulled-up chair to press two fingers to the pulse in the slim neck.

"Are there any signs of abuse, Akira?" Ken murmured. "The first two had been…"

"No."

The doctor spoke up, his voice warm, and settled back. "Pulse rate elevated, skin's clammy. I'd say he's just about at the top of his high."

"No overdose this time?"

The man shook his head, and glanced at the small notebook. "Not yet, but it looks good. The first few we had last week had much worse symptoms. Either the supplier is changing his mix, or he's getting smarter."

The Kaizer crossed his arms and lowered his head, tendrils of indigo hair shifting over his face. "Perhaps…or he's keeping tabs on who he slips this drug to. Contact me, if the situation changes," he informed and turned to the burly guard. "I know, Akira, there'll be more. Keep an eye out, before they get worse…"

~Like the one girl in a coma…the raped and beaten boys…the nearly dead blond I found in the alley…~ Ken shuddered.

"Of course," Akira was saying. "I have people watching right now."

Ken nodded, and slipped away into the darkened hallway, and to the last door down the hall, and then inside. The door clicked, locking, behind him, and shutting him away from the world for a while.

~=*=~

The girl stumbled into them as the last two, Daisuke and Takeru, left the tables. The arm that Takeru had slung around Daisuke's shoulders slipped off, and as the slim pretty girl swayed into them, the redhead was forced to grab both to keep from falling.

Takeru gave him a blinking surprised look, and the girl straightened, and pulled away.

Shrugging at the blond, Daisuke turned to apologize, a charming grin on his face-

-and gasped as the girl collapsed

"Hey!-What the-"

In less than a second he was kneeling next to the limp girl, gathering up a pale and clammy hand. "Hey, here, it's okay-just relax," he muttered as Takeru appeared at his side.

She began to shake, whimpering in a choked gurgle, and as Daisuke smoothed back her shorn hair, she began to twist in his arms.

"Shit, Takeru, hold her down!"

Arms flailed upwards as the girl gasped for breath, and he winced as the nails raked against his shoulder through the cloth. ~Is this some kind of seizure?~

"What the hell?" Takeru grunted as he grabbed at her wrists. "I've never seen anything like this…"

Glancing with a dark scowl, Daisuke shrugged, his arms braced against her shoulders. The girl made a tiny sigh, suddenly, staring blankly past them into the darkened ceiling, and Daisuke began to swear.

"Should we get her to a couch?" A leg kicked against his stomach, feebly, and he grunted out a second question. "Where'd the others go?"

"I told Iori to go on ahead with the girls." Takeru yelped suddenly as the dainty heel, clad in a thick high-platform sandal, brushed by the vulnerable inside of his thighs, and she began to shrill about green flies. "Fuck! What the hell is she on?"

"I don't know," Daisuke whispered. "I've never-" a shadow flickered across his eyes before he continued. "I've never seen anything like this…" He fought to keep the arms close to her body as Takeru held down the legs.

"At this rate we won't get three feet."

"Right. What-" he paused to reposition her arms, and risked a glance. Sheer worry shined in his dark eyes. "We can't hold her down forever. What do we do?"

"Problems with your chick, guys?"

Both boys raised their heads to see a boy not much older than himself standing close, watching them with keen interested eyes.

"Just a bit," Daisuke muttered.

"Oh, don't worry. It's happened before," the boy said casually. "So bring her to the blue-painted door. Over there, see?"

Daisuke followed the careless hand. ~Happened…before?~ "The one behind the stage?"

"Yeah. Bring her there." Even as he spoke, the door opened and Daisuke noted that several tired-looking guards, a few of which he had seen watching the crowd from the shadows earlier, began to look through the straggling crowd, their faces carefully blank.

"How-" Daisuke began, but the nameless benefactor was already vanished beyond the doorways. ~How did he know? What's up with this place?~ He gave a worried look to Takeru and bit his lip. "Blue door, eh?" he muttered, and glanced up again.

"What are you planning?" Takeru hissed, and tried kneeling on the twisting legs.

"Can you go find that bouncer Akira? I think he might know what's going on…"

"Yeah? And what about her?" the blond narrowed his gaze. "Can you hold her down enough?"

A shrewd look passed between them. Daisuke nodded once. "I can…" Carefully, slowly, he pulled the girl up into a seated position, her back to him, and wrapped his arms around her. In this way, she could kick and twist without a worry of breaking free, and Daisuke was able to keep her arms from doing serious damage.

Takeru pushed away a niggling thought that Daisuke had done something like this before, and stood. The unknown girl shivered, her head leaning against the rounded shoulder, and muttered something under her breath. Then, as Daisuke opened his mouth to continue his calming low-pitched talk, Takeru dashed away to find Akira.

"Shhh…" Daisuke whispered. "Hush hush now…all okay…" Softly, he sang an almost silent lullaby in her ear and rocked her gently. "See the stars, come out…play…hush hush now…"

~What's wrong with her…clammy…like uppers…but something else…~ He bit his lip. ~A mixture? Someone's idea of a cruel joke?~ "Fly the moon, dance all night…hush hush…day and day, I'll be there…"

The girl sighed softly, and began to cry.

~=*=~

With the door locked, not even the deeper sounds of the remaining people bothered him. His mind was too involved with the current problem of his drug-slipping bastard to care about the fate of a few teens.

But if there were too many kids that showed up drugged and damaged…he could be traced…his place…his link to his past…to them…it would be forfeit and he would lose all chance.

Shoulders tensed; Ken angrily snagged the slender glasses from his face and threw them down on the narrow desk. His shoes he slipped off and lined up neatly before heading for a simple unmarked door to the right of the desk and slammed it open.

Inside the room was a narrow bed, and a small walled-off bathroom kept strictly off-limits to anyone but him. No one knew these backrooms existed; he had made sure of that. Ken yanked his shirt over his head, and dropped it to the floor with the intention of getting into a very cold shower for a very long time.

The pants followed, and the rest of the underclothing were piled neatly atop the bed as Ken stalked in his nakedness to the small shower stall and reached inside for the cold water knob.

~Clear my head before I think about this…~

Without another thought, he stepped under the spray and leaned against the wall. ~Clear of everything,~ he thought. Cheeks tinged slightly at his super-heated flesh twitched at the icy needles of water, but he refused to move.

The taste of Daisuke flashed into his head and he groaned, wondering if beating his head against the wall would help, since the cold shower trick seemed like it was going to fail.

~Everything my ass…oh…mmm…yeah…he had a nice ass…~

~Hell with it…~ A hand reached for the knobs and twisted; warmer water, cool enough to refresh and warmly pleasant splashed against him, and he leaned against the wall again. Eyes fluttered shut.

~Nice everything,~ he thought, and swallowed hungrily at the thought of Daisuke pressed up against him. ~Mmm…have every inch of you…mnn…nice…~ Lips parted-a tongue peeked out and touched tip to bottom lip as Ken slid into a fantasy involved the shower, himself and Daisuke's mouth.

A hand played about his pale stomach, teasing the skin while his other hand slipped along the surface of his thighs. He toyed with the area just around his waiting erection, teasing himself as his imaginary Daisuke slipped warm lips around him and began to suck…

Hissing out a groan, Ken wrapped his fingers around himself, squeezing gently and began to slide his hand along the shaft to the movements of his image-lover. "Oh…" Thoughts eluded him, sounds reduced to minimum groans and swallowed pants.

The image of Daisuke slid hands around his waist, burying the cock deep into his warm mouth and kneading the base of Ken's spine as he sucked, then tongued the tip somehow. The hand, joined by its companion, moved faster, then, and the first surprising waves of orgasm tickled into his head, pooling into his belly as he shuddered suddenly, then again, and again.

The water beat continuously against the slim figure as it slowly slid down the wall to sprawl boneless grace, panting and violet eyes closed against the world. The water was already washing the evidence of his lust away from the tile of the stall, from his hands and legs. It soaked through his hair quickly, plastered it to his skull in a familiar style.

Ken removed his hand with a lingering caress, imagining those eyes, those beautiful sparking sable eyes peering up at him, and smiled softly.

~Maybe I won't have to use my imagination next time…~ he smirked. ~Maybe next time, it'll really be him, on his knees…my my…that mouth on my cock…oh…~ he breathed out a great sigh of desire and shook his head resolutely. ~mmm…yeah…here we go again…~

~Well, maybe sometime soon…~ he thought, much much later, and grinned.