Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ BodyHeat ❯ Injected Affection ( Chapter 8 )

~*Warning/Notes/Disclaimers*~ Okay, the latest of the BH club fic…*grin* Yeaaaa! Hehe… I bet you're all just going "Woo!!!". Okay, but anyhoo, for this chapter…Lemon. Plain all-out lemon guys. So, if you don't like the yaoi and the lust two boys have…well, too bad. I can get it a lot worse…*smirk* so anyhoo, read on, enjoy, and pray for the next piece.

And…uh…I apologize in advance for another cliff…*winces and hides from sight* But it's a good kinda cliff!! Honestly!! Heh. Onwards!

~BodyHeat~

"Hey, gorgeous, you and your friend looking for some fun?"

"Oh, man, come on-" Daisuke shot a grin over his shoulder. "With you? Thanks but I'm taken tonight!"

The long-haired man pouted at them and Ken raised a brow at Daisuke when the redhead winked at him, grabbed his wrist in a warm grip and tugged him further into the shadows. "Taken? My, I had no idea."

"What-you actually wanted to-Wait, nevermind. I don't wanna know, Ken." Daisuke leaned against the railing of the half-level loft, looking down into the still-small crowd. Absently, he uncurled his fingers from around Ken's wrist as he scanned the crowd. "Mm…don't see anyone we know, yet. So what do you want to do until later? Music sucks, so no dancing yet."

"I still can't believe I came here…" Ken murmured. "I don't know-sit and relax? Watch the crowd?"

"Watch the crowd?" Daisuke repeated, facing him with a sly grin. "Looking for anyone in particular?"

Ken smirked in response, pushing away the thought that the expressions came quicker to his face-Perhaps it had something to do with the anonymity of the entire outfit. "Not really. You?"

"Hey, I already said I was taken, right?"

"You're serious?" Eyes wide, Ken shot him a obscure glance. "By who?" ~Do I want to know?~

"Takeru didn't tell you?" Daisuke pushed away from the rail. "Man…" Walking a short distance away, he hooked an ankle around the legs of a chair and fingers around the other. Kicking the first across the floor-Ken caught it neatly with his own foot-he dragged the second over and spun it around to straddle the back. "Well…we're really not together, if you know what I mean. I'd like to, but…I have no idea if-" he broke off, grinning sheepishly. "I really thought Takeru would've bitched about it."

"Who is it?" Ken replied, his voice normal, his face impassive, as he settled into his own chair. After a second, he scooted the chair back a foot and plunked his feet up onto the rail. ~Yes, look dangerous. Sexy. Yeah, that'll keep him away.~

"Remember what I said about the Kaizer, before? That Takeru was going to find him and send him over? Well, that's who I danced with last night. He's-"

~Me--~ Ken thought with an air of innocence, and a shiver skittered down his spine. He almost grinned.

~Yeah, and that would make him wonder. Good job, Ken, just tell everyone-it'd be faster.~

Daisuke shot him a glance, taking in the lounging Ken gazing at him inscrutably. "He's so-" a shy smile spread across his features.

"Dangerous?" Ken offered. "I have heard rumors, you know."

"Yeah! Dangerous. And hot…he's really hot…"

Hearing this, Ken fought a blush, distinctly uncomfortable as he listened to the way Daisuke's words seemed to lance across him, adding guilt and pain to his hidden and unwanted stress. Self-disgust, because he felt an acute sense of pleasure that Daisuke found him attractive-

"I mean-I feel like I know him. And…"

-but the selfsame emotion forced him into a situation he had no way to deal with. If Daisuke found out, if he knew-He'd most likely call Ken a twisted freak. ~He can't possibly like both,~ his mind stated. ~There's no way. He's into the Kaizer…into a persona that I created because of things I couldn't change-~

~He's into something that isn't me…~

"Hey, Ken…"

The boy in question raised his eyes. "Yes?" he replied.

Daisuke was looking at him with a solemn stare. "You said you've heard rumors about this place-could you-" he paused to lean down on his crossed arms, looking away. "Could you tell me what you know?"

"Daisuke-what could you possibly want to know?"

The redhead's expression grew fierce. Ken wondered for a second what had made him so earnest and severe, his own improbable dilemma forgotten. "I want to know about the dealers, and why the Kaizer tries so hard to keep them away."

Ken was speechless, shock driving the very air from his lungs, and stared. "The dealers?" he repeated. "Daisuke…"

"I have to know," the other replied quietly, and looked over with angry burning eyes. "I have to stop them…"

~~~

The orders had come in to get the boy. Both of them, if he wanted. Grinning to himself, he swept a hand through short green-dyed hair and smoothed his clothes.

Time to set up the game.

~~~

~Better tell him something,~ Ken thought in disbelief. ~Go ahead! Tell him that you're the Kaizer-I'm sure he'd jump at the chance to-~

"You have to know?" Ken said softly, his eyes narrow and carefully guarded. "Alright. This is what I know." He pulled his legs down from the rail, and leaned close.

"The Kaizer, you know, is not the owner. He is the figurehead for power, in a sense, a bodyguard. A protector. He appeared in person after several people were killed with the use of drugs. An accident, some think. Murder, some say. At that time there was only a single ring of dealers and addicts waiting like predators-it was they who slipped the drugs to the kids and then took them into the back for 'fun.' Most of those kids never came forward about it, but everyone knew. The Kaizer wanted to put a stop to this-it's said he knew one of the dead personally. He's strong, and smart. Dangerous to those who would flout his rules." Ken smirked, just the tiny bit, and shrugged. "From the day he came, he managed to remove all of the people involved-a lot of them were arrested. Some refused, eluded the police, and were stupid enough to return to this place. This place is where all the kids go-they would return, and the Kaizer waits. He watches."

"So," Daisuke mulled. "You don't know if he's here, but the fear would keep you from doing something stupid."

"Exactly."

"But he allows kids to go off into the shadows with strangers-"

Ken was shaking his head with a funny little smile. "The Kaizer didn't make the rules, Daisuke. Those allowances were there: they were part of this place before he showed himself. Sex was never a problem-it was the drugs and the ones who repressed the freedom of choice that became a problem. That's why the Kaizer is here."

"I see."

"Now, tell me why you think you can do something about the dealers."

Daisuke raised his head, a strange hesitating look on his face. "I saw one waiting outside-he-I thought, if I could keep them away somehow, if I could find a way to help the Kaizer-" he paused, his eyes sharp on Ken's face. "What is it, what's wrong?" as he saw the sudden shift in emotions.

"How did you know he was-"

"I've seen things like this. I know what to look for, who's addicted and who's in it for the fun. I know about it-" Daisuke paused, his gaze flittered over the crowd. "I've seen it. I've been there, down in the bottom of the pit with those who hunger for more than just a momentary kick. I-I was like them."

When he looked back at Ken, the other boy's face unreadable and closed off, Daisuke shrugged and smiled. "I got past it. Mostly because my dad found out-he gets pissed at everything I do-and I ended up in the hospital. Funny, his beating saved my life."

Something akin to rage flickered across Ken's eyes, dark pools in the room above the crowd. He kept his silence, as Daisuke smiled brilliantly at him, a flash of white teeth in a gamin face.

"So, what do you think?"

"About you putting your two cents in?" Ken retorted. "I think you're mad. But, just in the case that your help was accepted…what would you look for? Who, and where?"

"So it's true that the Almighty can't find these guys?" Daisuke said slyly. "You know, for a closed-off genius, you're pretty up-to-date on everything."

Ken smiled just as slyly. "I have ears, Daisuke."

"Yeah, whatever," Daisuke laughed, and leaned out over the rail. "Okay, then. Come and lean by me. I'll show you." Then, as Ken settled himself on the rail, they missed the way eyes watched them from the shadows of another table. Daisuke hummed along with the music under his breath, his eyes picking out various people, Ken watching alternately watching him and the crowd.

"There," the redhead said after a moment. "The kid in the green tank-top, dark hair. Standing by the sex-doors-" the ones he meant being the doors to the small rooms set along one wall used for one purpose only-pleasure-and rolled his shoulders. "See how he's standing? Like he's waiting?"

"Yes," Ken replied noncommittally.

"In a moment someone will come by, and offer him whatever he wants for bending over, or a suck-job, or whatever he might be carrying. There are about three eyeing him up, right now," Daisuke said offhandedly. "Oh, there one goes now."

A man, older by only a few years, with sunglasses perched on his head and lean form in plastic and vinyl, sidled up to the boy and began a conversation. The boy in the green smiled winsomely, and began to flirt. After a moment, the entered the doors together-Ken was highly relieved to see that several of the bouncers were keeping tabs on who went where with who-and Daisuke snorted.

"See what I mean? The guy who came up was here last night, too. Problem is, though, you won't be able to tell who's tied to who with the drugs. Dealers can rope up kids to do their work-and they'll do it, too, if they think they'll get a hit off of snatching some other kid and getting them doped up."

"Yes," Ken said again. "See if you can find someone spiking a drink, then."

"Okay, then. A challenge. Spiking is harder to spot-the good ones stay by the bar and-shit." Daisuke was frowning, his posture tense. "I can't believe this…"

"What?"

"Look-I don't know if you'd see them-damn network. Crap!" Daisuke sneered. "Slimy bastards-Okay, okay. The guy by the tap, the one flirting with the bartender. He's the one who will 'mark' the 'the ones they want. If you got enough money, they can usually set you up. There's about two others picking the crowd and dropping the stuff-watch. The same kid keeps bumping into other kids-if his hand flashes over the cup to steady it, then he's dropped."

"What if he's already high?" Ken frowned, his eyes straining to pick this up.

"No, he's not-he keeps looking at the first guy-the one with red hair. See'm?" Daisuke pointed discreetly. "Watch him turn around and smile at that girl, there-" they waited, while the girl smiled and got a soft drink. "There, now one of them-that one, in the blue with the blond hair-he'll bump into her, pass really close, or start flirting, or dance-that's a network. Eye signals. Hand signals. Little nudges. That's how they play this game, and since the Kaizer's not here tonight…They know he's not here…"

"How would you stop this?"

Daisuke smiled cynically. "Remove the spotter. But don't forget, the one behind the spotter, if you have someone deliberately doping kids, he won't be so easy to spot. I'd say there would be about six, maybe seven people working this place tonight."

A dark suffocating anger swelled. "I think," Ken began in a soft dangerous voice. "You should find him. You seem to know what to do."

Daisuke shook his head. "But I don't have the power-if I had the Kaizer here-"

~But he is!~ the voice giggled. Ken grimaced. "So there's nothing we can do?"

"Nothing but inform Akira of who we think is involved," Daisuke replied. "And we couldn't just go around staring suspiciously. We have to blend or they spot us while we're trying to do the same. Either way, we'd have to pretend we're having a good time and-"

"So we dance this game," Ken muttered. "We watch, mark and report."

"And make sure where you get your drinks from," Daisuke said seriously.

~Yes, but…if they've tainted the tap…No-Akira would have had it fixed by now.~ Ken pushed the thought away. "So where do we start?"

"We?"

"We're going to do this, aren't we?" Ken fixed him with a stare mixed of amusement and determination. "I don't want anyone hurt because of this either."

"But…you don't…"

Ken smiled that faded smile. "Then I'm bait, Daisuke, and you can be the hook. Akira can be the fisherman."

Daisuke rounded on him with a dark and angry glare. "What?! I don't-" He bit off his words, a flush suffusing his features. "This isn't a good idea, Ken." ~He doesn't know he's already been marked-I'm sure of it…I'm going to have to watch him carefully…~

"Of course it's not," Ken replied and shrugged nimbly, his eyes hard. "But we don't have a choice. The Kaizer isn't here tonight, is he? There's no one to protect those kids."

In the end, Daisuke couldn't refute the logic of his claim. In the end, despite the feeling that something was bound to go wrong tonight, he nodded his assent and began to think. "Here's the plan, Ken," he said, and drew the other boy close, whispering to him in the fashion of two boys unnaturally close, an arm slung around the narrow shoulders and the mouth deliciously close to a small delicate ear.

"All right, since we came together, let's stay together. We can wander the dance floor, watch the people-make sure to remember them-and we can get Akira to do whatever he does with them. Um," Daisuke smirked unseen. "I'm sorry in advance for anything I might do to piss you off." ~And I'm sorry for using you like this-~

Ken looked at him askance. "Now I'm really feeling safe-" he muttered. "Baka."

"I mean it," Daisuke whispered into Ken's ear. "I'm gonna have to do…some stuff that…" He laughed lightly. "Just play along, okay? And if I wander away without you, don't worry-I'll be watching."

Ken shook his head inwardly. How often had he done the same thing, watching? Ironic now that the tables where turned. "Very well," he smiled again. "But don't expect me to go extreme on you. I have my purity to think of."

~~~

Finished with the tedious job of screening the young adults, brats, and snobs who thought this place was the best place to be at the moment, Akira slipped through the door, nodding at several of his personnel stationed around the lower levels of the club. It didn't take him very long to reach the back doors, marked in blue paint and half hidden behind loose wall curtains. He tapped in the code to unlock the door and eased himself inside, starting a mental checklist.

Two people on patrol in the camera-room watching the sex-doors-responsible to keep an eye on all the exchanges and 'favors' that the club's undercurrent of attraction thrived on. Bouncers and guards, some posed as other club-attendees, circulating the crowd and watching for the people that Akira knew where deliberately slipping into the waters and soft-drinks of the youths. They would report to him, through Makeda and several others, who were also stationed in the camera rooms and back near the make-shift hospital they had set up in the back room for the OD's. Could never be too careful around these sorts of idiots and lunatics.

Akira wiped his brow, then ran the hand over his balding head, scowling. ~Speaking of idiots,~ he thought sourly. ~I have to speak to Daisuke. Then Ken.~ Definitely corner that brat and ask him what special brand of cornflakes made him think that a regular appearance was in order. "Stupid child," he muttered.

Back to the matter at hand, he scanned down a list of people that were currently being watched, frowning at a few familiar repeat offenders, and scowling darkly when it seemed twice as long as it had last week. "Oi, Kunoichi, what's the status of the place?" he asked, in general assessment to the location of the known abusers.

"Well, so far, no one's done anything to show up-everything clean from what I can tell," the younger man, sporting a misshapen goatee and glasses shrugged, his tone disbelieving. "But then, it's before ten. We have all night yet."

"True. Well, you have the list, ID's and possible targets. Keep an eye out. I'm going to make rounds."

"Sure thing, boss."

Nodding, the large muscled man nearing thirty years leaned over the shoulder of a teen with hair tied back in a pony-tail and stared at the screens. Years as a dealer himself hadn't left him with nothing to show, and as he watched, he noticed a pattern, a shifting convoluted pattern that slowly became clearer. He frowned, the expression almost set to his features, and pointed them out to the monitor Minami. "Keep an eye on that one," he murmured, and followed the path of a laughing redhead near a blond.

Minami nodded, his hands typing out directions, relayed to another room where a man with a radio spoke into the earpieces of the men circulating the crowd. "Done. Anything else, Akira?"

"No…for the moment, keep an eye out." He watched the kid nod, smiled in return, and straightened. "All right-I'll return in a bit." Akira walked almost noiselessly out of the room, and back into the thunder of the music-filled room. Time to find Daisuke, and ask the boy some prudent questions.

~~~

The night went pretty much like this. Ken, in his less-known form, had convinced Daisuke to let him wander the edges of the crowd while the redhead watched. It was hard, seeing as Daisuke, just by dancing, could prevent some of the attempts to spike the drinks. He spilled a lot of pop, somehow not on himself, and had some people seriously angry at him.

Ken had to hide his smiles every time that happened and Daisuke offered to buy them another. In the end, as Daisuke danced and watched, Ken waited with the wary patience of a newbie and a pro mixed in one. It was irresistible to those who were into the drugged side of the world-so Ken thought.

Around eleven, in the hopes that Daisuke was watching and the determination that this could lead him to the one pulling the strings, Ken accepted the offer to go back into the darkened hallway with a kid about his age, green hair and barely enough clothes to cover all the important parts.

He was confidant that he would be able to handle this kid, and the possibility that there might be more in the back, well…he would be able to handle them too. There was enough anger and frustration inside to handle ten people, let alone two or three.

So, smiling at the slender and tall boy, noting his shaking hands and the desperate way he looked around the crowd, Ken followed him into the back.

It was a mistake.

~~~

~What the hell is he doing?~ Daisuke thought, watching from the safety of the crowd. Confused, and feeling a bit more apprehensive than he would have liked, Daisuke extricated himself from the crush of the people, and wandered to where he could see Ken, walking with some tall green-haired punk. They were headed for one of the hallways-

~Oh shit,~ Daisuke growled mentally. ~You idiot! Where the fuck you think you're going? With him?~ And, in a softer barely realized voice, ~…he's not that cute, is he?~

Without even realizing it, Daisuke began to follow them back there, his mind racing, lighting upon the dreadful fact that Ken had been marked--~Now…it's now…they're going to--~ his mind refused to finish the thought that invariably led to Ken being abused, his innocent air gone, in the hands of that damn man-

~How am I going to stop them?~

~~~

The minute he stepped into the shadows after the tall boy, Ken knew he had made a mistake. ~A stupid mistake,~ he amended, as hidden hands grabbed his arms and wrestled them into painful twists behind his back. Another hand-and he realized then that there were more than two people back there-clamped something soft and muffling over his face as he was dragged deeper into the hall. He struggled briefly, panic stealing over him as a rough bark of laughter sounded up ahead.

A door slammed, and as he noticed the dim shape of the doorway in the darkness, he was pulled through and slammed up against the nearest wall.

Lights flickered on as something cold touched his neck, as Ken glared through the ruffled curtain of his dyed hair to the green-haired boy who had led him here. A knife, wickedly sharp and gleaming in the fluorescent lighting, was pushing against the soft skin of his neck.

Ken didn't speak, however, as his eyes flickered across the room. A rough blanket was on the floor, stained and ripped in places-in the back of his mind, he felt a tremor of fear-this room, he knew. He had been here before-but-

~I had this locked,~ he realized. ~I know it was…this used to be Osamu's…~

He snarled silently as the door shut quietly, and the five people in the room began to talk in low tones, quietly enough that Ken wasn't able to make out the topic. The green-haired punk, however, began running his fingers against the edge of his cheek, grinning down at him and pressing close while making sure the knife-edge was pressed firmly against the white column of Ken's throat.

"Don't worry," he heard. "We'll take good care of you…"

~I'm in so much shit,~ he thought. The Kaizer was silent, waiting with an angry red haze in his mind-but Ken knew even that part of him wouldn't be able to handle a knife, pressed against him as it was.

"You're right," said another boy, blond. "He is delicious-looking."

Sourly, Ken sneered at the boy, recognizing him as one of the droppers from earlier. In fact, as he looked around and a bit more carefully, he saw faces more familiar than he would've liked. ~I've seen them here a lot…and they've been doing this all this time…right under my nose-goddamn you,~ he thought generally, and fought not to flinch as they crowded around him.

"Is the shot ready?" the older one, the redhead bar-flirter, turned to look over his shoulder at a nondescript young man waiting in the shadows. "Hurry up! I wanna see this one beg-"

"How come he ain't talking?" one of them asked. "Usually they start freaking out-"

"Who knows," the redhead said. "Who cares-ain't no one gonna help him anyways."

And then, to Ken's discomfort, the redhead stood beside the green-haired knife-wielder, his long cold fingers painfully digging into the soft flesh of his cheek as he forced the face towards him. "Yeah," he said. "He'll do. Pretty and feisty-Azumi'll like him."

~Azumi. I'll remember that,~ Ken growled inwardly.

"Well? We ready?" Redhead said, leering as his fingers undid the first button on Ken's shirt, exposing his upper shoulders and collarbones. Something bulky was handed to him, as the five men stood around him with eager lustful faces.

"Ready? Ready fer what?" came a familiar and unexpected voice. Disbelief flashed through Ken's head, as he turned his eyes in the direction of the door.

~…dammit…~ he thought.

Daisuke, leaning against the frame, flushed and gleaming with exertion, took a sip from a half-empty glass in his hand and watched them with slightly muzzy eyes. "Are we having a party?" he asked, with a distinct slur. "Ken, you never invite me anywhere," he said next, pouting.

"Uh…" the man nearest said in a slow surprised way. "Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Dai! I'm his date!" the slim redhead said enthusiastically with a brilliant lopsided grin. "You know, this stuff tastes like shit," he indicated the cup by sloshing it around.

Someone laughed. "He's already been hit. Azumi said if we wanted, we could bring him with-" The green-haired punk smirked, looking at Ken's slightly stricken face. "But let's get him first," he said.

"Sure," the redhead said, as two of his companions went to escort Daisuke into the room. "Lock the door, will you?"

~That idiot,~ Ken thought, as his thoughts returned to him. ~What has he done-he'll mess it up! He better be acting…~ He scowled, the first dark expression on his face as the nondescript man took over control of the knife, and Green-hair went to get 'close and personal' with Daisuke. He watched, in disbelief, as the empty cup was discarded, and the punk that led him here, into this, bent his head and began to nuzzle Daisuke's neck.

The others laughed. In their opinion, Daisuke was an extra-something that they were sure that they'd all enjoy soon enough.

But for Ken…

"This will hurt," the redhead near him said casually, and slipped the end of a hospital-like tranq-gun against his throat. The switch was depressed, and a metallic hissing shtink sounded-the needle puncturing his skin painfully and ejecting the contents into his system-Ken winced and a choked sound of pain escaped his lips, unable to free himself, unable to move. A burning cold sensation flooded along his veins, icing through his blood as the knife and the supportive arms were taken away.

~Oh shit…~ Ken thought, and found himself slumped against the wall, his hand raised to where a trickle of blood was lining his neck. "Bastard," he whispered, his eyes narrowing down to slits.

The redhead laughed in his face, his hands reaching to Ken. "Oh please-"

Ken punched him, an expert jab of a coiled fist, his face flushed with anger and the encroaching drug. He took a distinctly dark pleasure in feeling the cartilage of the nose crunch under his knuckles. "Bastard," he repeated, and as the man staggered back from the blow, kicked out and slammed his heel into the soft belly.

The others, surprised, watched in shock, unmoving.

"What the-hey!!"

Until Daisuke, taking his cue, jerked his knee into the crotch of the boy hungrily kissing him and pushed him away. The boy began screaming in a high-pitched and breathless voice as Daisuke smirked, shaking himself and spitting.

The rest was a blur to Ken, as voices rose and yells and as hands reached for him, he reacted, kicking and punching, snapping elbows into the faces of those he knew would hurt him. He moved fast and without words, as Daisuke watched in amazement, and effectively removed the rest of the men from the game.

"Holy shit!" the redhead exclaimed. "Damn! Why didn't you tell me you could do that!" he gestured to the five males slumped on the floor and walls, most of them bleeding and unconscious.

Swaying, Ken turned to face him, his mind barely comprehending the fact that Daisuke--~My Daisuke,~ he thought possessively, and viciously kicked the green-haired punk in the ribs. "I…" he began. "I've got training…" Then, his balance fading in and out, he staggered back and hit the wall, panting and shaking suddenly. "I can't…think…" he muttered, and distractedly slid his fingers through his hair, rubbing at his face. "Fuck."

"Fuck is right," Daisuke said from very far away. Arms encircled his waist, as Ken had the suspicious feeling that he was falling, and Daisuke was suddenly there, his face and cologne and voice close. "What's wrong?"

~Daisuke,~ Ken tried to say. ~I think I'm…I'm…~ But the words wouldn't come, his mouth wouldn't work, and the adrenaline flowing through his system only spurred the drug on.

~~~

His stomach coiled uneasily, as Ken's eyes rolled up, and the boy slumped in his arms. ~Shit,~ he thought, his arms full of the limp and suddenly heavy body, and staggered. His foot kicked something solid, clattering it away, and automatically he looked down. A small handheld administrative device, the sort you'd see in hospitals, was lying on the floor, cold and dangerous in the harsh light.

Then Daisuke looked up, to where the blood was drying on the smooth neck.

"Fuck," he whispered. "Oh, son of a bitch-I'm so stupid-"

Ken mumbled something, his skin shivering and Daisuke slipped his arms tighter around the middle. Ken managed to sling an arm around Daisuke's shoulders, his eyes screwed shut.

"Come on," Daisuke whispered. ~They got him…they would've…those fucking bastards…~

"…'lue door," Ken said.

Daisuke nodded, and hoisted the boy up enough to get him standing, albeit leaning heavily on his shoulder, and worked their way slowly to the door. He scrambled to unlock it, and staggered out with Ken breathing shallowly against his skin. "Come on, Ken-it's not far."

How they managed to walk down the hall, and back out into the crowd of careless people he didn't know-Daisuke wasn't surprised when no one seemed to notice. He scanned the crowd, feeling Ken nearly topple backwards. Cursing, he reached back and pulled Ken's arm around his neck, turning him so that his chin rested on shoulder, cheek pressed to cheek, and braced up by his chest.

Something suspiciously like a giggle escaped from Ken, as Daisuke struggled to keep him upright.

"Oiy!" he caught sight of a boy, familiar to him from earlier, and reached desperately with one hand. "You! Makeda, right?"

Surprised, the lean boy turned at the feel of the hand. "Um, yeah?"

"Get Akira-five guys back there in a storeroom-they tried-" he juggled Ken onto his other arm as the boy mumbled the word "dizzy," and slumped against him. "Well, I'm have to get him out of here-but I figured you could take care of those bastards."

Makeda nodded, his lips thinning as he saw the way Ken was rapidly falling into a drug-induced haze and disappeared into the crowd.

Daisuke looked down at the boy in his arms, the unfocused eyes and flushed face. "Hey, you okay?"

"…no…" Ken replied in a tiny voice and shuddered. "Take me…blue door…"

"Okay," Daisuke whispered. "Hold on tight-I can't carry you, you know."

Ken nodded somewhat, and latched his arms firmly around Daisuke and focused on moving his legs right. Daisuke slipped once in the spilled water of a previous drink, the two swallows of someone's drink he had grabbed lying like thick syrup in his stomach. "Man, you are so going to kill me…I'm so sorry-I should've done something sooner…" he kept a monologue up as he pulled Ken along until they reached the said door. ~But they had a knife,~ his mind protested. ~A freaking knife!!~

"…mngh…" Ken said.

Daisuke reached out and tried the knob. "It's locked-" he said and Ken shifted himself. A slim arm reached forward, still encased in that pearlescent sheath. Shaking fingers pressed against a small rectangle of buttons. ~Code-lock,~ he thought. ~I didn't even see that…~

Ken carefully and methodically pressed a series of buttons, leaving Daisuke to wonder how the hell he knew it and made a mental note to ask him later, and the door clicked. The latch turned easily, then, and Daisuke shoved it open and levered Ken in after him.

Ken giggled again, his arms tight and warm around Daisuke. "This," he said then. "This is really really fucked up…"

"Yeah, I know," Daisuke replied distractedly, seeing a narrow hallway set before him. Doors stretched on either side of him and he wondered aloud which door they should use.

"That one," Ken pointed with a hand. "Let's do that one…"

So, with Ken draped over his shoulder and kicking himself at every giggle when they staggered painlessly into a wall, Daisuke found himself in front of a nondescript door, plain unmarked brown. "It's got another code thingy," he remarked to Ken. "I don't suppose you'll know this one too?"

"Mmm…." Ken remarked noncommittally, and focused his eyes on the keypad. "…K-I-3-O…" he paused. "7-V."

Blinking at him, Daisuke muttered something under his breath and punched in the code. To his surprise-he hadn't thought it would've worked, really-the door clicked and the latch turned. "I'll be damned," he said softly. "Where the hell do you get your information?"

"…I don' know," Ken giggled again. "…go in…"

So Daisuke did. Once inside he stood Ken carefully on his feet, since there was no light, and began hunting for a switch. He heard a muffled thump, and that low laugh again, and felt like hitting his head against the wall. Ken must have fallen, must have found it hilarious, as Daisuke ran his hands around the door, feeling the wall for a tell-tale patch of plastic.

"Ken?" he called. "You okay?"

"I fell," Ken replied. "Did you…did you lock the door?"

"Should I?" Daisuke bit a lip, as he fumbled for the door. He could feel the cold of the metal keypad on his fingers, but lacked the know-how to re-lock it. "How?" he muttered to himself, and felt above the knob. He was lucky-there was an inside lock, the chain kind and a turn-key just below it. Feeling blindly, he set the chain and turned the lock, hearing it catch.

The lights flickered on, suddenly. Daisuke yelped in surprise and whirled to see Ken standing shakily by a second door, his hands braced on the wall beside the white switch.

"Found a bathroom," Ken remarked, peering around the half-open door.

"Good," Daisuke muttered again. "You might need it later," he said, and leaned against the wall. "Bitch. I can't believe this. Hey…where are we?" He took a moment to look around. He saw a low desk in the corner near the door they had entered, bare for but a few pictures and papers on the top. A computer graced the edge of it, and as Daisuke looked further around the room, he noticed a low futon, pulled out into the bed-stage, in the opposite corner. A closet door wasn't far, and Ken had slumped to the ground again near the middle of the room, his balance gone.

He was giggling again, flat on his back. Daisuke felt a stab of pain at the sight-Ken shouldn't have to go through this. He shouldn't have been put at risk in the first place-"God," Daisuke moaned. "I'm such an idiot."

A wave of faint dizziness swept over him, and Daisuke wondered what had been in that last swallow of water from earlier-he supposed it didn't matter.

"Daisuke?" Ken called out, his head turning towards him, eyes squinting. "I was wrong-turn off the light…"

"Yeah, okay," the redhead replied, and faced the wall. He located the switch on the other side of the door, felt a stab of irritation at whoever's office they were in. "Dammit," he swore, when the lack of light left him momentarily blind. The only light the room received then, sheltered as it was, was from the narrow half-blinded pane of glass from the bathroom.

As his eyes adjusted, he found that it didn't matter-there was enough light to see by. A formless sort of gray, but enough to make out the larger objects. "Ken? You still on the floor?"

A quiet "Yeah," reached his ears, and Daisuke kicked off his shoes with the sudden thought that tripping over Ken would be bad. He took small and careful steps forward, feeling tired and stupid and angry at the idiots who would've used them both, and stumbled onto something soft.

Ken made a startled noise, yanking his hand from underneath Daisuke's foot. The redhead stumbled further, slipping more from the dizziness in the small dose he had received, and dropped upon Ken's upper torso with a muttered curse.

He raised his head, as hands fluttered to push against his shoulders, and realized that he could just barely make out Ken's features in the dark. His skin was softly luminescent, eyes large and dark, shadowed by strands of wayward hair, and his lips parted. Half braced on his elbows, Daisuke stared into that face.

"Dai-heavy," Ken muttered. Murmuring an apology, Daisuke pushed himself up enough as he realized that most of his chest had been draped across that narrow torso-something that he had only imagined. Now that it had happened, he wasn't sure if he wanted to stop or just slump over and let Ken kick his ass when he realized that Daisuke wasn't moving.

"Daisuke!" Ken whined.

"I'm sorry," Daisuke whispered, letting his head rest against that chest and angled his body enough to make sure that Ken could breath. The drugs in his system were making it difficult to keep tears of frustration at bay. "I'm so sorry…"

"…what for?" Ken muttered in an miffed tone.

"I'm stupid. This is all my fault-I shouldn't have let you do this, I shouldn't have brought you here-I shouldn't have kissed you-you probably hate me, and-" Daisuke hitched a breath and clamped his mouth shut. "Stupid…" he said after a moment, when he was sure his mouth wasn't going to spill anymore of his thoughts.

"It's not your fault," Ken pointed out seriously. "I am resposim-reponsibal-responsi-whatever. It's-I'm…am I high?" he asked. "I'm high, and talking stupidly. I think the end of the world is coming," Ken muttered.

Daisuke smiled faintly. "Yeah…we're both idiots, aren't we?"

"Mmm…sure…" Ken was silent for a while, his fingers tracking along Daisuke's upper arms. "So…what happens?"

"Ungh…I don't know what they used…could be just a sensory thing-or speed or something." Daisuke sighed. "I'm sorry-this shouldn't have happened."

Silence passed along with the time, as Daisue wondered why he was resting his head on Ken's upper chest, hearing and feeling him breath, feeling the warmth. Those fingers, slim and cool to the touch, were raising goosebumps along his skin as his thoughts slipped back into a mode of thinking that he knew would get him in trouble. But he couldn't help it, braced against that slim and muscled body, feeling the hands grazing his arms, hearing him breath…

Daisuke caught his breath as the sudden surge of desire skimmed through his blood. He lay as still as possible, trying to deny it, trying to push it away, when Ken spoke. ~No…oh god, no…not this…~

"Daisuke?"

"Yes?" Daisuke replied in a soft whisper.

"I…"

Under his palm, Daisuke felt the heartbeat suddenly double in speed, pounding against his palm. Ken began to wiggle, his legs kicking and his trapped arm pushing at Daisuke until they were more or less face to face.

"I think-" Ken licked his lips in the darkness, and stage-whispered, "I think I want to change my mind."

Frozen, his heart thumping in his ears, Daisuke mumbled, "Change what?" But he knew, in the back of his mind, just what Ken was talking of.

Cool fingers brushed his face, tracing his cheeks, and that surge of-

~Lust…it's only lust…drug-lust…~ he thought briefly in despair, as the desire swelled fiercely. He swallowed, turned on his side and facing Ken as fingers traced over his skin, passing just under his lips and back around to his neck. Those fingers wove through the short hair at the nape of his neck. He could feel the soft tickle of breath against his cheek, as Ken had somehow moved closer, inexplicably.

Soft lips whispered over his, pressing gently, hesitating, as Daisuke held his breath.

This was wrong, wasn't it? This was the same thing that those idiots had meant for them, so wasn't it wrong to let him do this?

But Daisuke let those lips kiss him, the thoughts and worries fading as Ken drew closer and slipped his arms around the shoulders. The lust was stronger. The drug was stronger. They kissed slowly, the feelings between them intensifying until Ken groped blindly, pulling Daisuke to him with improbable strength, opening his mouth to let Daisuke's tongue slip in, sucking and holding him tight with revealed urgency as Daisuke made a noise of impatience and found his hands roaming the skin under the shirt, palming the indentation of the spine, running fingers over the faint nubs and up to the blades of the shoulder.

He twisted, his mouth tracking down the side of Ken's throat, sucking, nipping with teeth, and pulled the boy onto his chest. Ken straddled him, chest to chest, as he moaned in the back of his throat, warm hands and tongue melting whatever possible denial that the drugs hadn't washed away.

~…want you…~ Daisuke thought, and reached up to undo another button. He tongued the groove of the collarbone. ~I want you-can't have you…~

Ken tilted his head to the side, his fingers squeezing the back of Daisuke's neck, pulling his head closer and making soft sounds of encouragement. Then, slipping his hands free and bracing himself up with one arm, he tugged violently at the shirt with his right, popping buttons and exposing the smooth pale skin, a milky blur in the darkness.

Daisuke was already running his hands up, following the dip of the navel, the muscles of the ribs as Ken inhaled shakily, and sitting more or less upright as Daisuke explored his torso. He didn't take very long to shrug out of his shirt, tossing the dark fabric away from him as he bent to kiss Daisuke again, mouth eager and open and warm as the redhead settled his hands about the slim waist, running fingers along the waistband.

Ken's breath hitched; he looked half-wild in the darkness, pale skin and dark eyes and pounding blood. Daisuke looked up at him with the swirling thoughts of the terminally corrupt, imagining that soft sound Ken had made, imagined the boy trapped beneath him. He swallowed, mouth dry and his eyes hooding as he ran his hands down the tensed muscles of the fabric-clad legs, feeling the stitching in the sides, the heat of the skin beneath the fabricated rips. He trailed his fingers up again, as Ken husked a laugh and scooted backwards, his rump grazing the trapped erection under him.

"Tease," Daisuke gasped out, and grasped those raised hips with strong hands. He pushed down as he drove his own pelvis up, showing Ken in no uncertain terms just how bad teasing was. He laughed, as Ken's resulting flutter of sound, his thumbs sliding along the rigid flesh beneath the cloth. In defense of the combination of pressure from Daisuke's hands, and the grinding movements as he mimicked the movements of sex, Ken ran his hands against his own chest, touching upwards and gliding his fingers until they were buried in his hair, his head flinging back as Daisuke rocked him back and forth. A low groan slipped from behind clenched teeth, Ken began to move in jerky motions, panting, and Daisuke expertly slipped the tab out of the notch of the expensive trousers, yanking open the front of the pants.

Fingers found the damp underwear, swelled by the twitching tip of Ken's penis and slid the zipper further by spreading the two sides, making a faint zurr noise. Daisuke slipped his hand inside, felt himself harden all the more for the contact, and gripped, tugging, sliding his fingers back and forth as Ken gave a choked moan.

Daisuke grinned wickedly as those hands slipped bonelessly down, resting lightly against his hands as Daisuke stroked slowly, maddeningly.

"Please," Ken whispered. He had his eyes shut, his fingers tensing by fractions on the backs of Daisuke's hands, moving against himself when the redhead failed to keep a proper rhythm.

"Please what?" Daisuke whispered hoarsely. "What do you want, Ken?"

"Mm…good question," the boy said in response, breathlessly, and curled his fingers around Daisuke's wrists. He slowly pulled the hands away, placing them after some consideration against the ground. "Don't move," he said, and reached for the bottom of Daisuke's shirt, pushing it up until the trembling muscles of the stomach were exposed.

"What--?"

Ken began to scoot backwards, his fingers suddenly fumbling at the clasp of Daisuke's jeans, tugging down the zipper. "Shh," he said. "I'll…"

He opened the fly, grabbed the edge of the pants in nimble fingers and tugged them down. His breathing quickened, shooting quick glances at the disbelieving Daisuke propped up on his elbows, and shimmied the pants down around his knees. He forgot about the intention of removing them entirely, as his hands encountered the heat pulsing gently under the cotton boxers.

Carefully, trailing light fingers across it, Ken explored the erection with a single-minded focus that would have done Zen masters proud, feeling a sharp burst of desire-or lust-every time his fingers elicited a hissing gasp or a moan from the redhead below him. The sharp musky scent was somehow right, filling his senses even as Daisuke filled his hands with warmth.

The original plan, the thing he wanted to do, came sharply to focus in his mind. Smiling devilishly, Ken slid his fingers down under the elastic edge and slipped them down. Daisuke was watching with barely contained lust, as the boxers joined the jeans bunched around his knees, and Ken bent his head for his first taste in the art of sex.

Daisuke forgot just about everything he had been protesting then, at that first flicker of touch. Warm lips ghosted over his cock, warm and wet in the cooler air as Ken touched the tip of his tongue to the glans, tasting the slick liquid, his hands warm and flexing like a cat's against the curls of hair nestled around the base.

His thoughts muddled together in a big blur of sensation, smell and touch and hearing mixed together. The smooth soft and rigid feel of the cock in his mouth, against his tongue, as he enveloped the tip and shaft, trying not to gag as Daisuke voiced a low humming groan. Fingers and hands in his hair, pressing gently, showing him what the redhead wanted, tasting and pressing with his tongue. He spanned his fingers against the flutter of the pulse just over the lines of the hips, feeling the gasps as Daisuke jerked his hips in an old rhythm. Ken knelt with knees spread, more to relieve himself of the remaining pressure of his pants, and to avoid the slow thrashing of Daisuke's legs.

He imagined, somewhere in that drugged haze, that he was going to be in big trouble, but the taste was too new. The sensations, the feelings, the intimacy was new, wanted, coveted. He couldn't get enough, as Daisuke mumbled inaudible words, as he sucked the penis deeper and just as carefully licked the tip and gathering liquid, reveling in a primal sense that it was his mouth that could do this to Daisuke.

Until suddenly Daisuke gasped out a protest, pulling Ken's mouth up and away as he panted, his muscles trembling.

"Didn't you like it?" Ken protested, licking at the palm against his cheek, nibbling gently at a finger.

Daisuke groaned. "Tease," he said in a rough voice and pulled the boy up. He kicked his legs, catching with heels and toes until the pants and socks and underwear alike slid down and away from his feet, as Ken giggled. They kissed, Daisuke with struggling control and Ken with avid desire, fingers and hands running over exposed skin as tongues exchanged silent words and dances. Ken could feel the trapped cock, different now that Daisuke was without his jeans, different now that it pressed against him in a most delightful way-

"Daisuke-" Ken moaned suddenly, as arms wrapped around his waist. Daisuke, his mouth attached to a sensitive spot just below Ken's ear, made a humming noise, and rolled them over until he was more or less braced above. It didn't take the redhead very long to tug down Ken's pants, to the boy's noticeable agreement. It didn't take very long for Ken to become a naked pale shadow upon the rough carpet, the clothes thrown carelessly as Daisuke shrugged out of his shirt and dipped his head to bestow a deep hungry kiss on Ken. His arms folded, their bodies slightly tacky with sweat and the eagerness, and Ken dragged fingernails imperiously down the lower back and sides.

"God," Daisuke shivered, as Ken moved just enough for him to slip between those slim and white legs, the erection pressed against his lower belly and alive with its own heat. Ken made a wordless demand, nails gouging again as his hips bucked. "Okay, okay…hold on…" he muttered, barely aware as he kissed Ken again, took his own cock in his hand, nudging for that certain depression.

Ken gave another hitching breathless murmur, his head tossing, as Daisuke shifted his knees into a better position. He knew, somehow, that it wouldn't be easy for Ken, going at it without lube or preparation but-

-he couldn't wait-

He curled his arm up near Ken's head, braced on his elbow, and pushed himself inside with hesitating uncertain thrust as Ken raised his hips again in a demanding manner, his breath rough and harried. The warmth around the tip, and the welcoming movements of Ken made it almost impossible to think straight, and as he thought briefly about going slow, his body hunched forward of his own accord, slipping him in with a fluid movement.

Ken mewed, and teeth were suddenly clenched in the junction of Daisuke's shoulder. ~Suppose I deserve that,~ the redhead thought distinctly, and smiled wickedly. Fingernails dug into his back, leaving red furrows that would sting later, and forced himself to remain as still as possible. "Shh…it'll get better," he assured Ken in a whisper, kissing the neck hungrily. "God you feel-"

Ken bit down again, barely breathing as Daisuke seemed to rip him apart with every movement. Pain and not a little bit of pleasure mixed-he wondered if this was how it would always be, as Daisuke shifted again, sending jagged pain in unmentionable parts.

But he fit, securely and rigid, large and locked inside Ken, and couldn't stop the helpless movements towards the inevitable climax they were both searching for. Daisuke reached down, ignoring the pain as Ken drew blood with his teeth and nails, and held a hip tight against him with one hand. He thrust forward again, the movements and restrictions easier now, as Ken was slowly stretched out enough. So tight, so warm and tight, as Daisuke plunged back into that warmth.

Uncomfortable, now, to Ken. He was still aroused, and the pain was faded, but still there whenever Daisuke shifted wrong. But he was aroused, and that itself had a factor as Ken breathed in pants against the skin, feeling the muscles flexing under his arms and against his stomach and-

~Inside me,~ he thought, feeling a frission of delicious aching grip his insides. This wasn't so bad, not after one got used to it, and-

"…god," Ken replied in a weak voice thick with some emotion as Daisuke angled himself in a chance way to hit that one spot-something that Ken didn't even know he had-and sent sparks flying across his vision, even in the darkness. "…oh…oh god…"

He didn't know it could feel this way, this aching, this twisted pent up force inside him, all centered down where he didn't need thinking, didn't dare think for fear of shattering this illusion, this intimacy. He could barely breath, his body pummeled in the best way possible, his mouth aching from holding back the cries that he couldn't sometimes hold. His hands were tight against the contracting muscles, brushing down to the rounded muscles of Daisuke's butt, feeling the tightness as he moved inside, feeling them contract at every movement. Something, Ken realized, was building.

He knew that feeling, had felt every time he had fancied or jerked off in the shower or woke up from vague dreams of sex and mouths and hands-He knew this feeling, and with a sudden decision wrapped his legs around the waist of his lover and ran to meet it.

Ken no longer cared that he was moaning, warm and breathy sounds against the flesh, no longer cared that his hands were gripping those flexing buttocks with savage intensity, that his mouth, as he turned his head, was biting gently and forcefully at Daisuke as the boy kissed him again and again. He no longer cared about anything, much less the insignificant pain as Daisuke pounded into him. Both of them gasping, both of them wrapped up in each other to care about the general pain of everything-they no longer cared.

So, when his climax surprised him with sudden clamping sensation as Daisuke drove into him, a tight and heightening feeling as he screamed soundlessly and sending his mind into dissolving fractions, Ken didn't care that he was going to have rugburn and various other little signs.

The only thing that mattered, the center of his compacted world, was Daisuke, and the way they fit together.

~~~

By the time Daisuke was more or less back in his head, his body seemingly numb and his knees aching fiercely, the semen was already drying between them. Ken was making tiny murmurs of sound as he moved. He suspected that the boy was nearly asleep-after a bout of sex like that, he was surprised that he wasn't, but-

He disengaged, feeling sticky and sleepy and more aware as he carefully set Ken's lax legs down from around his waist.

~What have I done?~

"Where are you going?" Ken mumbled as Daisuke stood on suddenly shaky legs.

"Gonna wash up," he replied softly, carefully keeping the panic from his voice, and groped his way to the edge of the bathroom entrance. His feet touched cold tile, and he reached inside for the switch, relieved to find it was right near the door, and stepped inside. He hesitated on flipping it, looking over his shoulder at the pale form curled up in the floor, obviously asleep.

~How did this happen? How am I going to explain this?~ he thought in despair. ~What, oh, we both were stoned and just happened to have sex?~

~Yeah, right. Idiot…stupidstupidstupid…~

Daisuke pulled his eyes and heart away from the sleeping Ken-his mind filled with the soft sounds and the way the boy had felt and tasted-and shut the door before turning on the light.

All he had left, then, as he slipped into a crouch against the door, fighting hysteria, was to find a washcloth and figure out how to fix this mess.

~Oh god…Ken…don't hate me…~