Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ BodyHeat ❯ Glitter-gloss Kiss ( Chapter 6 )

~Warning~ There is *non-consensual* ahead and if you guys don't like rape and all that, then skip ahead. The first part is kinda bad, kinda dark, but it's necessary to the plot. Sorry if I offend, but hey. There's worse things out there than me.

~Disclaimer/Authors Notes~ These characters don't belong to me-they belong to the Almighty creator…*sigh*… I had a lot of fun writin this, though! And it's longer than I usually put out…but that's all because of *you*!! Yeah, you!! Hehehe…

~BodyHeat~

The shadows were thick on the small nondescript building, nestled between warehouses and old garages. Windows were shattered, gaping like broken teeth, as a thin barely audible cry startled the dirty looking pigeon dozing on the roof.

It flew off with an equally startled chorus of coos, with the breathless moan beneath the sound.

The next sound was the mocking laughter rising up from the shattered window at the basement level.

Inside, deep beneath the floor and far from the sunlight, three young men were all arrayed in a semi circle around a dirty stained mattress and the young boy sprawled naked upon the wrinkled sheets.

"Look at him," one of the men sneered, an experienced dealer out for some fresh prospect. "He's practically beggin' for it! Is this what this stuff does?" Carelessly, he adjusted the crotch of his trousers to relieve pressure, and sneered. "I've seen the fun you had-is it my turn?"

The youngest man there, thin and clothed in a loose pair of pants, motioned towards the bed. "By all means."

The boy wouldn't care, not the one on the bed. He was too doped up on the current mix, the successful mix, to even care who was touching him and how.

Quite amusing, really, the young man thought, and lidded his eyes as the older dealer dropped to his knees, clothing discarded, and flipped the panting, sweaty boy to his stomach. Dried patches of semen and other fluids coated the inside of his legs, his stomach.

He watched in dark pleasure while the man reached down to haul the hips up, reaching between the shaking legs to roughly caress the swollen member protruding there.

It only took a few quick strokes from a beefy fist around the erection to send another spattering of liquid, and a low guttural moan as the hips jerked and arched back into the man behind him. The man, whose name was Azumi, grinned and squeezed ruthlessly at the shaking flesh.

The boy quivered, cheek pressed into the foul bedding, eyes glazed as the rough ministrations left him crying out hoarsely. His mind was too hazed over, too full of need to care-all he wanted was that one thing-

Fingers dug into the depression between his buttocks, a hand cupped the trembling sac and caressing with deceptive gentleness before switching to the fluid-spattered ass and spreading it wide. A finger, blunt and somewhat dirty, jammed itself suddenly into the crevice-the boy choked, his cheeks flushed, and shamefully raised his hips against that invasive pressure.

"I trust," the young man said, after shooting an amused glance to his colleague, a giant of a man merely seated in the corner. "You find our special quite thrilling?"

"You say it becomes addictive almost immediately?" the man grunted, and slid a second finger into the writhing teen's tight semen-slicked hole.

"Within three doses of the drug, the person you select will be addicted, yes."

"Good," the sneer on the scruffy half-shaven face never faltered-he slid the somehow burning hot length of thighs against him, grinding his erection between the legs and noted with satisfaction that the small hands were knotted in the ratty bedcovers as his own erection bobbed eagerly. "But is there a way to keep them more aware?" he laughed, pinching skin and leaving red marks. "I like them…feisty…"

"We can diffuse it, yes," the negotiator smoothed, waving his hand. "You needn't worry about that-we'll explain the different amounts you can distribute later."

With another grunt, Azumi slid the swollen head of his penis against the slippery concave opening, pressing upwards until just the tip itself was lodged tightly. The boy was shaking violently around him, his muscles spasming as Azumi clenched his fingers, leaving welts, and drove himself deep with a single lunging thrust. Blood, from a previous tear in the rectum, slipped down his leg; he ignored it, relishing the strangled cries of the nameless drug-addicted boy squirming upon him. He thrust forward again, then again, drawing those cries out into full-fledged wailing as he pumped his hips as hard as he could.

"Tight…" he rasped, a dark grin on his face. "I think," he panted suddenly. "I'll take three kilos."

"Excellent! We'll draw up the plans first thing after you're finished, Azumi."

Below him, the boy shuddered, and emptied himself for a second time in as many minutes.

~

"You know, this stuff isn't so bad!"

Ken, pleasantly and momentarily distracted from the text lying in his lap, looked up and raised a brow. "You've read the entire chapter?"

Daisuke flashed him a grin. "You kidding? I'm only half-way, but-"

"Keep reading, Daisuke."

"…jeez…"

Ken hid his smile and ran his finger down the page to where he had left off, and realized for the fourth time that he hadn't turned a page in the last twenty minutes.

~Too busy staring?~ a voice mocked him

His gaze flicked again to Daisuke, bent intently over his book, and felt a sharp stab of undeniable lust skitter through his stomach. Light glinted off the soft hair so playfully tousled upon the bent head; Daisuke was sprawled out on his stomach in the sweet-smelling grass of the park, legs stretched behind him. The urge to taste that amber skin twirled through his mind before joining the other hopeless desires locked away behind a wall of self-restraint.

~How can I help it? He's so…~

Frustrated, but unable to explain exactly why, Ken raised a hand to rub at his neck and tilted his head to peer at the clouds. He enjoyed the simple feel of the sunlight on his face, enjoying the quiet moment he so rarely achieved in other areas of his life. Enjoying the calm, and keeping himself immersed in that pool of stillness…

~Thank god for that,~ the dry voice muttered. ~We'd be in jail for assault, otherwise…~

"Ken?"

He pushed away the other side of himself, pushed away the angering thoughts of that brutish man, and focused on Daisuke, eyes dropping to caress the form with familiar ease. "Mmm?"

"What are we going to do after this?"

Looking closer at the sun-bathed Daisuke, surprised at the unusually soft tone, Ken shrugged. "I'm not sure, why?"

"I…don't want to go back tonight…"

All too easy for this boy to shatter his calm with simple words... Ken sucked in a slow breath, fighting down his anger. "He hits you," he stated in a neutral tone. Fingers clenching, digging furrows beneath the grass while the blades sprung suddenly between his fists, hidden by the curve of his thigh.

"…sometimes…" Daisuke didn't raise his head. "It doesn't matter, Ken. I'm away for now." He waited, breath stuck in his lungs somehow, while Ken didn't reply. Daisuke slowly raised his eyes. ~He thinks…he thinks I'm-~ his thoughts froze, and Ken merely watched him.

"It matters," said the boy before him, fury and calm mixed together. Tendrils of the cool breeze had toyed and shifted the dark hair around Ken's face, raising it gently and sending it skittering to hide darkened eyes. Eyes that were narrowed down in a threat, but Daisuke instinctively knew it wasn't meant for him. An odd flash of something knocked against his ribs.

~He cares,~ he thought in stunned surprise, the thought overwhelming the budding swell of instinct. Then he smiled, a faint temptation in his look. "Yeah," he murmured. "But not now. Not here."

Ken looked away, then, and passed his hand through the wind blown hair to gather it into place. The thrilling narrowed eyes closed, and he sighed, sliding back into that calm so carefully acquired with a steel-lined will.

"But anyways," Daisuke continued. "I'm having fun…"

"I'm glad, then." Ken returned softly.

"I'm starving too!" he continued slyly. "Let's go eat!"

~

"I would have thought they feed you over there," Ken remarked somewhat amused as they walked out of the small restaurant and back into the warmth drowsy sunlight.

"Miaki feeds me!" Daisuke replied indignantly. "I like her cooking."

Ken merely smiled, shook his head. "Oh, I'm sure you do. But you seem to like everyone's cooking…"

"Hey, don't blame me if I've got a fast meta-whatever…" he slipped his hands into his pockets and sauntered ahead with a faint skipping pace. "And I've got a great figure, to boot!"

~I'll say,~ Ken smirked mentally, and while Daisuke was ahead of him, slid his eyes down. It doesn't hurt to look, and that's all he could do, really.

"So, where to next, oh commanding one?" Daisuke shot back just in time to see Ken slide his eyes smoothly to his face, the impassive look on his face. ~He's…checking me out! Yes!~

"It doesn't matter-I've got the entire day."

Daisuke grinned roguishly. "Only the day?"

"We do have to study, you know," Ken reminded him, and shrugged. "Besides, what else is there to do?"

"Lots!" came the bright-reply. Daisuke was peering eagerly into the high spotless display windows of the small business stores. "Oh…I'd love to have that…" he pressed a hand up against the window, and glanced at Ken wistfully. "Look!"

Ken did, stepping up beside the redhead and looking past their reflections to see a storefront that held several different styles of popular shirts, the kind that punks and what his mother termed 'rough' folk sought. The one that Daisuke was staring at, however, was a deep flaming red, with fishnet rips over the torso and back. The cut of the revealed fishnet resembled stylized fire, and as Ken looked, he noticed a faint shade variation on the sleeves and hem.

A nice sexy shirt that screamed Daisuke all over it. A shirt that would just barely cover his navel, and slide over his skin like paint…

Ken shot a glance at the teen, fighting back those impulsive urges to touch, and realized that Daisuke must have been made for that shirt. The light tan from the previous summer still graced his skin a golden hue-his hair, with the familiar red-glittering he used, would mesh well with the shirt. Those flame-shaped tears in the fabric would do nothing but show of his figure. And those leather pants…

~My my my…~ he thought. ~I don't know who wants the shirt more…Daisuke, or me just to see him in it…~ Slowly, his mind full of images of Daisuke in the outfit, stomach bared and rippling as he did that slow sensual grind…

The slight sheen of sweat, his open mouth…

~Oh god…~

"Ken? Something wrong?"

Blinking, Ken realized he had been staring blankly, his mind running off at the waist over the simple thoughts, and blinked a few more times. He felt a faint tinge color his cheeks, and shrugged. "Not really. It would look good on you," he said blandly, and looked away, feeling like some silly girl too shy to speak.

~Damn…let's just blatantly appreciate the assets…~ he scolded himself.

~They are good assets…~

~Damn you, too!~

"Let's go inside!" Daisuke seemed to accept his explanation, and surprisingly, grabbed his wrist. "If you think it'll look good, then I'm gonna get it!"

~Not going anywhere near that innuendo…~ "Okay," he murmured.

"You know, some of these would look absolutely gorgeous on you," Daisuke remarked innocently-he didn't seem to notice how Ken was flustered, his usually pale cheeks pink, as Daisuke flew down between the aisles of different clothing.

All of it revealing, and definitely something that the genius wouldn't wear…

Well, not here, by any case.

"Did you want to try any on, Ken?"

"…sure?" Ken replied, distracted enough to miss the general point of the question. In response, Daisuke began flipping through the hangers, muttering under his breath over the cut of one shirt, and the tacky color combination of another, glancing at Ken, contemplating.

Ken blinked down at the sudden lump of cloth shoved into his hands, and stumbled while Daisuke steered him towards the nearest dressing room. He felt surprisingly out of control as he slipped inside the tiny nondescript room and examined the bundle of thin silky cloth.

~I can't believe I'm doing this…~ A part of him rebelled stubbornly, whispering that to loose the outlook and 'style' of Ken Ichijouji would be giving in to the other side-

~Would that be so bad?~ the other side muttered in response-

-and giving in was a price that he couldn't afford to pay. Not if it meant having him go off the deep end of the mental pool, and attacking other people.

~Oh, like the people that had drugged Osamu!?~ the Kaizer side growled fiercely. ~Those people who would have done the same to you!~

After a second, staring dumbly at the pile of cloth in his arms, he couldn't find an argument. He supposed going insane after seeing Osamu…well…some things were justifiable, right? Insanity under stress and emotional breaks…that was normal, right?

But the train of thought was quickly degenerating into something he didn't want to face just now, in this odd store with a boy who invaded his thoughts and dreams.

"Hey, did you die yet?"

Ken smiled, faintly, bitterly, and pushed it away and slid behind his mask. "Almost!" With careful fingers he unbuttoned the top layer of his uniform, a regular gray jacket, and shrugged it off. The clean crisp white shirt was quickly discarded as well, folded neatly and placed over the jacket.

He took a moment to glance over the selections Daisuke had provided him, feeling foolish, feeling excited, and sighed. "Which do you want me to try first?" he called through the door.

"Doesn't matter," Daisuke replied.

~Hmm…black…nice color…looks like silk,~ an appreciative voice murmured. ~That one first, perhaps? Then the teal…~ Long slim fingers stretched out, tracing over the folds of the black fabric where it showed from underneath the other shirts.

~Black, then,~ a small part of him whispered. ~Black is fitting…~

He tugged the shirt out, raising it by fingers to see which was front, and snorted in a soft apprehensive tone. "You want me to wear this?"

"Come on, Ken! You said!"

"…oh alright…"

With a whisper of sound the silk-like cloth slid smoothly over his bared skin, cool as water and feeling sensually wrong…Absently, he buttoned up the front, adjusted the sleeves, and smoothing the front with suddenly cold fingers.

"Hellooooo?"

"Be right there," Ken muttered, and turned to see how the clothing hung on his frame in the mirror.

~Eesh…maybe not?~ he asked himself hesitantly. Black brought out the milky paleness of his skin, accenting the odd coloration of his eyes and hair. Over the gray slacks, the only color was the hair and eyes-he almost looked dead.

"Hey, let me see, at least!" Daisuke tapped on the door. "Ken?"

"I don't know," the pale genius replied, and opened the door. "I don't think it looks right…" ~What if he doesn't like it…what if…I probably look stupid…~

~What if you just shut up already? No one likes a whiny little baby…~

Daisuke peered around the edge of the door, a hopeful smile on his face that only widened as he watched Ken twist in front of the mirror. "It's not bad," he remarked. "I think it looks fine…"

Ken swiped a hand through his hair, frowning. "It makes me look pale," he muttered. "How did I get roped into trying on clothes?"

"It sets off your skin, Ken. And it brings out the color of your eyes, makes them brighter. I think it's fine!" Daisuke repeated. He leaned on the edge of the door and shrugged impatiently. "Try on the others, if you'd like."

~Anything to see you in these shirts…~ he thought wickedly. ~Innocent and sensualistic….my my…~

Ken turned to regard him with a raised brow. "I can dress myself, you know," he pointed out.

Grinning, Daisuke dropped away from the door. "Apparently not if that gray suit is all you wear…" The door shut firmly in his face and Ken muttered something about "no sense of etiquette." The rustle of the fine cloth reached his ears, and he got a vivid picture of how exactly the skin would look, bared from beneath it.

~Damn…~ He coupled that with a pair of low-slung jeans, tight and curving down the slim thighs, heavy black boots. The shirt would be open down the front, baring his chest and maybe his stomach…~mmm…~ Daisuke thought to himself. He closed his eyes briefly, wetting his lips. ~He'd be hot…~ he agreed, and exhaled giddily.

The door opened almost silently, and Daisuke raised his head. Ken appeared into view, torso draped in a shirt so red it was almost black, glimmering under the light. It was laced up the sides, baring sleek pale torso, and a single button down the middle of the front. It fell in graceful folds, while the tail of the outfit, a trench coat-like flare hung nicely behind the slim hips. A tiny portion of the stomach, surprisingly lean, rippled faintly with the breathing.

~…wow…~ Daisuke managed to think. He grinned slowly. "Now that I like," he remarked.

Flushed, Ken slid fidgeting fingers down the front, smoothing and playing absently with the unused buttons. "Daisuke…" ~Stop looking at me like that,~ he begged silently. ~Stop looking as if I'm something…~

"Hey, you know what? I just had an idea!"

Ken raised his eyes, brushing his hair back absently. The hair of his forearms prickled in the cooler air, sensitive to the smallest movements, and Ken shivered. "What's that…"

"I…well…I think you look great," Daisuke reached out to twitch at the cloth, his fingertips warm through the muffling feel of the fabric. "And I know what we can do to keep ourselves busy…"

"I…didn't know…you felt that way…" Ken squeaked out breathlessly. ~Did my face catch fire? It feels like it did…~

"Huh?" Daisuke raised startled eyes, and winked. "No, not that! I meant…"

~It's definitely on fire now…I'm such an idiot…~ Ken looked away as those hands began smoothing out the fabric, still absently brushing against his sensitized skin in tantalizing sweeps. ~Good job! Let's all jump to the next sick little thought!~ He ran his tongue out to moisten suddenly dry lips.

"I wanted to know if you wanted to go to BodyHeat with me…" Daisuke grinned reassuringly, excitedly, and pulled his hands away. "Just to hang, and have fun. I think we'd have a lot of fun…and…"

Ken didn't reply, lost in his stunned thoughts and a small mocking voice that began to laugh.

~There…in that place…~

"I know that you're not usually into that kinda thing, and if you don't wanna go, that's fine. I just thought that you might want to take a night out and relax, get out and dance…"

"You…want me…to go out to the club with you?" Ken whispered. "But…I…"

"I know, I know. You don't do that kinda thing. I just…aw, it's okay. I'm not trying to make you, or anything…Just forget it…"

~You shot him down,~ the Kaizer muttered disapprovingly. ~Idiot…you really want him going off alone? With those people in there, waiting?~

~But…~

"…you really want me to go?" Ken repeated.

~I promise to behave…~ the voice said slyly.

Ken could see the small grinning leer behind the words, and felt his suspicion grow. ~Yeah, right. Like that would ever happen…~

Daisuke was looking at him with a faint wary look. "I think we'd have fun," he replied, face straight. "It'd be a new thing for you. I think you'd like it. I really do."

Ken shrugged, the new-feel of the fabric tight against his shoulders. He shot a faintly despairing look at Daisuke. "Do you know what would happen if someone found out about it? My parents would go into hysterics…my brother died because-"

~Because of that place~

"-because of a place like that…" he finished lamely. He swept a hand over a numb face, feeling tired, feeling oddly giddy. ~I didn't mean to say that…what a bitch…~

Chocolate eyes widened fractionally. "I didn't know," Daisuke stated delicately. Shock and pity and sympathy shone brilliantly for a moment, then died as he ducked his head. "I'm sorry…I shouldn't have asked…" ~A brother? He had a brother?~

"It's okay…I don't usually talk about it…it's just…" Ken took a deep breath. "I'd like to…but if someone found out…"

"So…you're saying that if we make you look completely different…you'll go…?"

~Did I say that?~ Ken mused wildly. ~I must have…~ "Well…"

~Just say yes, dammit! Maybe this time we'll get-~

~Enough!~ "Alright…I'll go…"

Daisuke grinned that special perfect smile, wickedly, and said, "Now…how bout we find some nice pants to go with that shirt?"

~

There was silence for a long heavy pause-then a muted cry.

"As I said before," a voice floated out. "We can adjust the level so whoever we chose to administer the mix to will be coherent. Aware enough to recognize his surroundings…Is that what you want, Azumi?"

"Yeah…" A snort of laughter. "I like seeing them squirm."

"Excellent, my friend. I have the paperwork ready for you, and the necessary amount you'll need to receive this is all written down. Once you're finished," the voice paused delicately. "Our business will be concluded."

"You say that the club will be open tonight? No chance of my boys getting kicked around from some kid on a powertrip?"

"Ah…you've heard of him."

"Some Kaizer dude?" A dull smacking sound; another choked cry echoed forth. "Yeah, I heard of him. He beat up some of my guys a few months ago. Told them not to show up ever again or he'd rip their spines out and use them as dance poles."

"Yes, he is a problem…a pity we don't know his identity. We've never been able to corner him, either. Truly a pity-he's very attractive." The voice turned sly. "And he can't be more than 18…"

"Heh…Just wait…give me enough and I'll get him drugged for you…I bet he's great in bed…Bet he likes to bite and scratch and scream…" a rough shudder tore through the man.

"You have…an idea, then?" the voice murmured.

"Yeah…you bet I do…"

~

It was late in the afternoon by the time they walked out of the last store, carrying several bags. Daisuke grinned over his shoulder, the bags slung over the other side. "You know, I would have gotten that other set of gel if you wanted to," he remarked. "That one looked just as good."

Ken smiled faintly and shrugged. "It doesn't matter."

"Yeah, but you paid!" Daisuke exclaimed. "I would have gotten it for you…"

"I don't mind paying, Daisuke. I have plenty of money."

"Lucky you," Daisuke jiggled the bag over his shoulder. "So…where do we want to change, later?"

"Well, we're not going back to your place tonight."

"And I have no idea if Takeru's home today or not…" Daisuke slid his foot out, wiggling it, and watching his shadow before glancing back up to Ken. "Some bathroom?"

There were not as many people on the streets, now, Ken noted as he peered down the street. "If that works," he replied. "I can't believe you talked me into this…"

"What, getting cold feet already?"

"No, but I'm sure I'll be freezing tonight, prancing around half-naked…"

Daisuke sputtered into laughter. "Prancing? Oh…that's funny…I see you skipping down the street, but not prancing…oh god…" He snorted out a giggle, suspiciously hidden behind a cough. "You won't be prancing tonight…we're going to dance instead…"

"Oh?" Ken eyed him. "Not if you keep laughing at me…you won't get far, with that…" ~He's…flirting…~ he realized with a tinge of warmth. ~Flirting!~

"Hey, I'm not laughing at you, per se, just at your funny little word…" he giggled again. "Pra~ancing…"

"So what?! It's a word!"

"Yeah?" Daisuke raised a brow. "This is how I define prancing," he snickered, and shoved the bag into Ken's hands. Then, raising his hands, he held them carefully around his waist, fingers pointed up and mimed he was holding a skirt, then did a funny little sort of skipping-hop on his toes. "See!?" he exclaimed with another mincing step. "This-is-prancing!"

Ken clapped a hand over his mouth, the bags gaping open on one side, hiding his laughter as he doubled over. "Dai…don't-" he giggled helplessly. "Stop! That's ridiculous!"

"Yeah," Daisuke spun a neat pirouette. "Got you to laugh, though. You have a nice laugh."

Ken ducked his head, even as he straightened and readjusted his grip on the plastic bags. "You're just saying that…"

Daisuke leaned in close, reaching out for the plastic handles. "No, I'm not," he insisted, as his fingers brushed Ken's. "I mean it. I think you're great."

"But we have to get going," Ken pointed out, avoiding the point, glancing through lidded eyes. "We'll need time to get ready."

Daisuke grinned again, his bag once again over his shoulder. "Then…let's go…there?" he pointed to a small convenience store across the intersection. "They should have a bathroom…"

Ken nodded, a wave of relief spreading through him. Regret tinged through the emotion, coloring it somewhat stale as Daisuke sped ahead to press the 'walk' button.

~He likes you…~ the sly voice whispered.

~But he'll fuck you,~ he thought in response, viciously.

And it was true, in a sense. Daisuke would gladly fall into the arms of the Kaizer, for nothing more than a kiss, while Ken…

Daisuke liked Ken. Flirted with him. Teased him.

But it didn't matter. He was Ken, and Daisuke was Daisuke. Ken wasn't allowed to get involved with Daisuke…regardless…It simply wasn't done…

~He wants you,~ Ken thought, his face blandly polite, his thoughts dark as he growled at the mental presence. ~He wants you, not me…he's just flirting…~

~Ah…we'll see…~

~

It was a blurry five minutes that sent Ken stumbling into an empty stall, the bag bumping his legs, as he turned and fumbled to lock it. Sounds of Daisuke in the next stall, rustling and undressing echoed in the small bathroom-thank god Daisuke had locked the door to prevent any unwanted interruptions.

He slid his mind away from the prospect of glimpsing a bit of Daisuke not usually shown to the public-the door didn't quite fit well, and he had a nice break between the door and the jamb-but he merely turned and ran his hands into the bag. He pulled out the shirt and the pants and the heavy laced boots nestled at the bottom, setting them carefully on the floor before folding the fabric on the tiny ledge provided above the toilet.

~I'm…doing this…~ he thought. ~I'm…me…~

~You?~

~…I don't know…~ Ken grimaced as his bare feet made contact with the floor. ~I thought I was…~

Daisuke began to hum faintly under his breath, and Ken noticed the shape of his clothing scattered on the floor. His own clothing had gone straight into the bag-he knew he'd be wearing them again after the night. Cool and tight-fitting pants slid up his legs as he wiggled into the form-revealing pants and slipped his socks back onto his feet. His mind was oddly numb, and racing at the same time. Terrified and excited and, for some reason, his stomach wouldn't return to its proper place.

~…is this…right?~

The slippery feel of the shirt over his skin sent goosebumps down his spine. His fingers fumbled slightly as the single middle button was fastened, and he adjusted the color. An unseen Daisuke stomped feet into his combat boots, dull thuds against the linoleum, and Ken slid a pair luminescent lavender elbow-length sheathes up his arm, setting off the brilliant dark red of the shirt, and complimenting his hair and skin.

~…at least take the chance…~

He stretched his fingers, wiggling slightly in the new barely-stretched clothing and brushed back his hair. Then, craning his head around, he tried to get a glimpse of himself without exiting the small stall.

Daisuke had stopped making noise, and when Ken looked, he couldn't see any trace of the scattered clothing. "Daisuke?" he called tentatively.

"You done?" came the immediate reply. "Come on out and let me see!"

~…go for it…~

~

Daisuke turned at the sound of the latch, the shirt tight across his shoulders with the new-shirt feel, leaned against the sink. A bag, presumably filled with Ken's normal clothing, was kicked out.

The boy who stepped out was something straight from a dirty movie. Despite the pale slightly nervous cast to his face, the pants and the shirt somehow fit together, blending a certain innocence with the savage sex appeal. Trousers that hugged the hips, defining the edges of the muscles and lower abdomen when it rippled with breath, loose around the slim white waist, clinging to lean thighs and oddly muscular legs.

Daisuke felt a sudden pull through his stomach, as Ken turned to face him, exposing that narrow stomach and the lines of his torso. The shirt, almost black in the fluorescent lighting, flowed like silk, glinting a deep blood-red at the edges of the folds.

~…Houston…we have perfection…~

"Well?" the soft voice broke through his thoughts, and Daisuke snapped his eyes to Ken's face, pale through the straight hair. Wide eyes watched him warily; Diauske tilted his head and smiled slowly.

"You look good," Daisuke said, and was rewarded for his simple compliment as a faint tinge appeared on the alabaster cheeks. "I mean it."

"Is this all, then?"

"Not in the least. Now, come sit by the sink for me-I'm gonna fix your hair and hide your face a bit."

Ken swayed forward, somehow moving slowly, gracefully, and Daisuke thought then that it was just as perfect as the boy himself. Then, keeping himself occupied, he turned and rummaged through his knapsack for a few items he had picked up from another store.

Ken settled himself against the sink, leaning, and watching Daisuke carefully from the corner of his eyes as the redhead placed items one by one on a ledge under the next mirror.

"Okay, I've got some ivory powder, some eye-shadow, some nice gloss…hmm…hair gel…"

Ken looked down. "What did you plan on?"

"Well, I'm gonna move some of your hair over your face-gonna give it some streaks too, to hide the color. Then-don't laugh, it's not funny-I'm gonna put the makeup on your face and eyes."

Ken blinked at him with a slightly panicked look. "It'll…wash off, right?"

"You bet!" came the cheerful reply. Daisuke shifted in front of him, holding the powder in one hand and a small fuzzy brush in the other. "Hold still…" he said, and leaned close to apply the soft powder to his cheeks and forehead.

"I don't think I've ever worn makeup before…" Ken remarked dryly. "What an exciting time…"

Grinning, Daisuke smudged his fingers over the skin briefly, blending, and shocking Ken into twitching. "Settle down. It's only powder-"

~…his hands are warm…~

"-besides, I've gotta do the eyeshadow next. That's always a delicate thing."

~…great…~ Ken managed a nod as Daisuke reached over, somehow leaning closer and snagged the small rectangle of colored squares. He took a brief moment to evaluate Ken's face and eyes, the shade of the hair.

He chose smoky beige first, and told Ken to close his eyes. With a smaller paintbrush-like applicator, he traced on the light powder, carefully under the eyebrows and down onto the lids. Then, sliding his thumb just along the ridge of bone above the eye, he noticed a slight hitch in Ken's breathing.

He took a moment to weight the chances of Ken's possible attraction to him, his heart thundering, and slowly did the same movement to the other eye. Again, the slight hitch, and Daisuke swallowed faintly. He brushed a darker shade of gray onto the lines just above the lashes, somehow noticing that Ken had long and very pretty lashes, and carefully blended the color upwards.

~…relax, Dai…you're just going to show him a good time…~

A good time…?

~Without the sex!~ his mind amended hastily. ~…pervert…~

"Alright, now I need you to hold re~ally still while I put on the liner." His fingers fumbled with the slim pencil, as he uncapped it and wrapped his fingers around the pointed chin. He tilted the patient face and etched a thin line of black that extended beyond the lashes and curled slightly up, thickening the stroke above the lash to emphasize the eye and bring out the lashes themselves.

Breathless, trembling, he did the same to the counterpart orb and took a moment to make sure he hadn't made a mistake.

"Ken?" he whispered. "You can open your eyes now…"

Slowly, the violet eyes opened, raised to meet his in a languorous blink. They widened slightly as Ken realized that Daisuke still held him by the chin, fingers barely resting against the skin, and that the boy was so very close… His lips parted soundlessly, the corner of his mouth brushed the edge of a thumb.

"We're…not done yet…" Daisuke whispered. "I…" his breath slowed as those violet eyes lidded halfway, watching him with veiled desire as the tip of a tongue moistened a bottom lip. He exhaled softly, feeling kicked.

Ken, however, had undergone what he termed a 'basic shutdown' as the thoughts of ~…kiss me…~ rang through his head. He didn't-couldn't-know that the same words slipped breathlessly out of his mouth, hovering on the air between them like frail spun clouds.

Daisuke, without a second thought, bent his head and kissed him.