Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ BodyHeat ❯ Wanton Innocence ( Chapter 10 )

**warnings/Disclaimer** This will contain a lemon! Yeah! =D That means boy/boy stuff, yaoi, sex, etc. Sex is good. Heh. *cough* anyhoo-Digimon isn't mine. The story-plot and the characters who *aren't* in digimon *are* mine.

This contains nudity, sex, and situations not meant for younger viewers. By all means, if you think you're mature enough, go ahead. I don't mind. I write'm for a reason--*cough*--but that doesn't mean you get to be angry that I made them older and a bit sexier. Ha-to bad!

Onwards!!

~BodyHeat~

~Wanton Innocence~

It took all of his willpower, all of his control, to walk away from the bathroom and the near naked boy within. It took all of his control to not look back and see the pale tempting flesh exposed from beneath a draped sheet. It took almost everything, mentally and emotionally, and it left Daisuke shaking, his stomach painfully tight as he gently closed the door behind him and walked back into the murky gloom of the other room.

Before he realized where he was headed, he found himself sprawled down upon the rumpled sheets of the narrow futon, nose and mind filled with ghostly traces of ethereal warmth. Fading glimpses of being half-awake lingered like heady wine as he exhaled slowly and shut his eyes. He nudged his face against the pillow, finding a sort of guilty comfort in the remaining scent, and tried again not to think of what he had left alone.

Naked and alone-

~Yeah, like I could do anything else…~

~Well,~ a voice whispered to him, dark and inviting. ~You could-~

~Stop already. I won't do anything while he's like this-I can't!~ Daisuke made a helpless growl and brought his fist down against the softness of the pillow in an effort to regain some control. ~I want to….god, because I want to…~

Unable to prevent it, his mind flickered over the thought of Ken, pressed up against him with that delightful sense of arousal, the way the skin had felt under his hands…In the harsh light of the bathroom, his eyes had been a wild color more blue than usual, his hair rumpled and still stained with the black dye.

Still beautiful.

~God…~

Such thoughts, sometimes, are unable to help the way they evolve, and not surprisingly, with all that had happened, Daisuke found himself thinking further upon the subject of Ken. The more he pushed it away, the more he tried not to think of the boy…the more it seemed he couldn't stop thinking about him. Everything was reminding him in little ways. The scent lingering upon the pillow led him to the taste of the boy on his tongue, the feel of his mouth-how his back stung still as though Ken had dragged nails against his skin only moments ago.

The bite on his shoulder twinged, as well as a familiar tightening in his groin, and Daisuke heaved a sigh into the pillow, not even realizing he caressed it gently with slow moving fingers.

~…he was…~

The sounds he had made, the faint begging noise in the back of a finely-curving neck, the clutching fingers and arched back…

~…so…~

The memories of him assaulted Daisuke with the feeling of tightness and heat around his cock, coupled with the sense of those hands and lips and legs urging him on, the sounds-urgent greedy begging sounds that only pushed his desire higher-the memories were almost as tormentingly arousing as Ken had been, twisting and pushing and groping under his body, pinned to the floor and-and-

Daisuke squeezed his eyes shut, cheeks suddenly burning as his arousal jumped, as if it was eager to go and cause such delicious feelings a second time.

No.

No way-not now-and depending on what Ken chose, maybe not ever.

So it wouldn't help to get all fucking hard up over a possible rejection. Not if Ken wasn't ready to face things, or whatever he was trying to hide, or…

~Or maybe just shut up and stop thinking about it,~ he told himself wearily, sighing.

~Yeah…just…stop thinking…~

~~~

Fifteen or so minutes passed, far to quickly for Daisuke to notice as he gnawed over the growing insistence of mind and body. As he thought, the time passed in Intervals that left him confused, worried, and certain of only one thing.

He really didn't want Ken to refuse him. As much as he feared the possible mistakes of last night-something inside wasn't letting go that easy.

~I thought we had more important things to worry about,~ he thought. ~So why can't I get my mind off him?~

~I mean-I have to think about who's doing all these things, and find out why, and talk to-~

He jumped at a sudden noise at the door, mild tapping, and pushed himself upwards. ~What the hell?~ His heart pounded, still caught up in the idea that it was supposed to be frightened, and Daisuke scowled. ~Better damn well be Akira.~ He swung his legs off the futon, standing in one smooth motion, and stalked to the door.

"What the hell is it this time?" he muttered through the door.

Muffled, but clearly Akira's voice, Daisuke heard, "Open up, kid. I hope you're decent?"

Daisuke rolled his eyes, and twisted the latch with one hand. He opened it, and said, "Well, I'm as decent as I'll ever be," to the man waiting on the other side. Akira, in the shadowed hall lighting, looked faintly amused as he stepped through the waiting door.

"What? No warm welcome?"

Daisuke grinned. "Not from you," he replied and laughed. "What's up?" He shut the door behind him, locked it and hit the switch for the lights at the same time. He turned and regarded Akira with patient eyes, knowing that the clothing was still semi-scattered, and there were faint stains upon the faded carpeting. He refused to let himself blush, hated the fact that he would if he wasn't careful, and absently rubbed the back of his neck.

"The other boy? Ken?"

"Awake and in the shower," Daisuke said quietly.

Akira nodded, and turned his bald head back to Daisuke, nothing contemptuous or disapproving in his glance. Only a mild acceptance and a sort of protectiveness. "Well, there were a few things we discovered about the drugs and the people behind it. The ones we got a hold of last night were very willing to talk after a while…and some of what they said wasn't pretty."

"Ken was marked," Daisuke commented, and sat himself down upon the desk. "I'd bet they've been taking a lot of kids from here…am I right?"

Akira nodded. Since the room was slightly on the smaller side, seating himself upon the bed and still remain close enough to talk comfortably with Daisuke wasn't a problem. "Correct."

"So, inform me, then. I need to know as much as I can."

"I suppose I should," Akira mused. "Although…" he hesitated and half-shook his head. "The Kaizer took a liking to you. He wasn't pleased when he found out about last night-" at Daisuke's startled look, Akira realized that the Kaizer hadn't even crossed the kid's mind at all and breathed a faint sigh of relief. Daisuke didn't know then. "-He was gone on business, another city, he won't be back for some time-but what I know I can tell you, at least."

"Okay," Daisuke said slowly. ~I…can't believe I forgot about him! God-how could I?~

"First things first. We don't know who's behind this. They're very good at concealing themselves, and using people to do their work. That much we know. The dealer in the alley yesterday, his name was Azumi. Big time dealer in kid-prostitution and drugs. We're pretty sure that he's not the brains behind it, though."

"We?" Daisuke asked. "Who's all 'we?'"

"The Kaizer runs a very secret, very strict organization here, Daisuke. He is the brains behind this. We are the ones he's helped, the ones he needs to protect these kids. We all want that. He takes care of the financial stuff, supplies us with the equipment, and we make sure the kids are safe when they want to do their thing."

"So…he's like some sort of Guardian-type," Daisuke mused. "But he's my age! How'd he get mixed up in all this?"

"You'll have to ask him that yourself-we don't ask questions. Daisuke-" Again, Akira hesitated and frowned. "the Kaizer is a very secret person. His name alone is powerful…but-I don't' like saying this-he only got that power because of the way he broke the rules. He's…insane, in a way. Mad and very strong because of that insanity. That's why he's not one to mess around with and the dealers know this. They must think he's been slacking off, or that something's changed, because we haven't had a problem like this in months."

Daisuke said nothing, only sat and swung his heels a bit, thinking. Inside, he whispered to himself, ~Insane? How can he be…insane?~

"Hmm…there's more, however. The drugs that these guys are using…they've refined it to the point where it's very potent. I think you've seen the effects yourself-"

"Yeah-and all I had was two sips. By the way, Akira, you might wanna check the water system. I think they've spiked that with a mild narcotic, or something similar. That and the droppers-start checking people better. Their hair, or shoes, or inside their underwear. You'd be surprised at how easy it is to sneak dope in."

Akira looked mildly annoyed. "We've been trying to do that, Daisuke. We don't know what to look for, though. We've never been on the inside-and those that are don't always make it back. That's why I'm telling you this, because you have the knowledge of things we don't. We will need your help, regardless of the Kaizer's say-so."

Daisuke perked up and grinned. "Yeah? Do I get paid? Can I get to wear those snazzy ear-thingies?"

"…maybe. Anyway, the doctor-"

"Wait-you have a doctor?"

"Yes-you remember the hallway you came through? The doors?" Akira watched Daisuke nod. "Through the blue door is the room we have the doctor in, and several smaller rooms for the kids we do find. He tests them and tests the drugs to see what the dealers are using. His name, if you ever need him, is Nurika."

"Blue door…Hey, that's the door that one kid told us to take the girl to on Friday…does that mean that the kids here know about some of this?"

"The rumors they do know, Daisuke, is that the blue door is the door you go through if you have problems. We keep a guard posted nearby to make sure anyone who needs help gets that help. We also have a camera and security sound system installed that allows us to make sure nothing is going on where the guards can't be."

The redhead seemed to be thinking about something. "You know…Ken said to go to the blue door…he seemed to know an awful lot about this place and…it's just weird…"

~Shit,~ Akira thought. ~How do I explain this one?~ "Weird as in how?"

"Well, he knew some of the codes to get the doors unlocked, and he's heard a lot about the Kaizer-well, so had Takeru, but that's only because the Kaizer saved Yama's ass-"

"That is interesting," Akira mused, noting how the gold-sable eyes glanced sharply at him. "Very interesting. I'll have to make a point to look into this."

"Yeah, but-"

"There's one more thing," Akira interrupted, hating the next piece of information and the fact he was using it as a distraction. "And it's very important. These drugs…They're not quite ordinary. They target several areas of the brain and stimulate the endorphins for a massive 'happy' feeling. Once the endorphins fade-which happens within minutes-the body goes through several withdrawal symptoms. The drug tricks the body into needing endorphins, a sort of natural-drug enhancing effect, but it can be very very dangerous."

"How so?" Daisuke's eyes widened slowly, and his face grew very still.

"The symptoms don't fade-they only get worse as time passes. Unless a stimulant or drug is applied to activate those endorphins again-the body begins to shut down and target the nervous system."

"…holy shit…" Daisuke stopped swinging his legs and stared very hard at Akira. "You're saying…these sex drugs…if they don't get sex or more of the drug…they can…"

Akira firmed his face into an expressionless mask. "We've noted that seizures and hallucinations are quite common after several hours of the pleasure-withdrawal."

Daisuke paled. "…shit…"

Akira nodded faintly. "That's right. They used it on Ken."

~~~

Steam was thick in the enclosed space of the shower, scented faintly with the familiar soap as Ken Ichijouji leaned somewhat unsteadily against the cool and slick tiled wall. Shaky shallow breaths shook his narrow shoulders, water cascading in scalding rivulets over his body. His hands shook as he pressed them against the wall in a faint effort to regain control. His head spun, his heart thumping faintly, as his stomach cramped.

~What's wrong with me…~ he thought in a musing distracted way. ~I thought I'd be…be over this…but…~

~The drug,~ the Kaizer muttered. ~It's that damn drug fucking with you…~

Ken laughed softly to himself. ~I already got fucked, though…Daisuke fucked me…he did…~ He stifled a faint sigh at the thought, even though he found it amusing as hell, and smiled bitterly. ~He-~

~Idiot…~ the Kaizer remarked with the same tone.

Ken nodded slowly. ~Yes…~

~What are you going to do? You're in no shape to go home quite yet--~

Ken drew in a shuddery breath, and held it. He tilted his head back, the water striking his head in pleasant force and sliding down his body. The feel of the water was almost intoxicating, hypnotizing, and Ken couldn't help but shiver despite the heat.

~I'm still high…higher than the clouds and harder than rock and I'm going to kill them. Every last one for this indignity.~

~But you got what you wanted,~ the other voice pointed out with a clear and cynical voice.

Ken found it highly disturbing that his inner voices weren't as high as he was and frowned. ~No…I didn't…did I?~

~You wanted Daisuke, right?~

~I…wanted…~ Ken furrowed his brow, not even realizing it as he stood there that he remained with his head tilted back. His eyes shut against the water, mind flitting oddly to the way it sluiced down his belly and over his semi-erection, he struggled to think of what exactly he had wanted.

Something…about Daisuke.

~~~

"You're saying that Ken's gonna go through this funky withdrawal thing?"

"Yes."

"Fuck!" Daisuke scrambled hands through his hair and scowled. "Fuck!" he spat again and closed his eyes. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "So either we give him more drugs-which we don't want-or we ride this out by…doing things to him?"

"I'm sorry."

"Not as much as I am," Daisuke muttered. "I don't…I didn't want to touch him…to do anything to him while he's high. Not-not when he's high…"

~~~

~Daisuke…~

Idly, Ken ran fingers through his hair, absently going through his shower-rituals. He barely noticed the dye as it seeped from his hair and vanished down the drain. He barely noticed as his hands shook with the small washcloth as he soaped his chest and arms. ~My mind's full of Daisuke. Just like-~ a warm clenching sensation stole over him, coupled with the increasing sense of vertigo, and he slapped a hand out against the wall, spraying suds.

He gave a low moan as his penis twitched, arousal and desire spinning through his mind. Brief and vivid memories kicked through, teasing him as he swallowed and shuddered. Daisuke inside him, warm and slick and large in a strange way that felt almost incredibly right, good and real. Daisuke's hands on his body, his tongue in his mouth, his mouth, the taste, the feel and the scent and-

Ken shuddered again, the washcloth dropping in a forgotten heap to the water-slick shower floor. ~What the hell?~ he thought wildly, wondered briefly why he didn't seem to hear an answer from his devilish alter ego. ~Why do I want him so badly?~

~It's…it's just the drug! It's just…I just…need-~

~…Daisuke…~

~~~

"Is there anything you need?"

Daisuke shook his head, rubbing roughly at his face, seeming tired and exhaustingly young. "What else can I expect from this?"

Akira made his voice gentle. "The symptoms are varied, but they'll last as long as the drug's in his system."

"And how long will it take to burn it out?"

"Up to two or three days, depending."

"Fuck," Daisuke said in a weak voice.

"After 12 hours or so, they should subside into a less intense stage. You won't have to worry about making sure he doesn't progress too far into the withdrawal stage-by then his mind should be free enough to be able to handle it."

"So today I make sure to keep him sane and healthy by fucking him senseless?" Daisuke whispered. He had his head down, looking down at his knees in a strange abstracted manner. "And then after that he's just gotta go to the bathroom every few hours and jerk off…"

"…Yes."

"I don't like this, Akira. I don't like it at all. You better make sure you find those fucking idiots before I do. I'll kill them if you don't."

Akira nodded and gave him a measuring look. "I understand. Anything else I need to hear?"

Daisuke slid off the desk and shook his head. He made a faintly twisted face, his torso smooth and brown in the fluorescent lighting of the room, and padded barefoot to the simple bathroom door. The sound of the shower could be heard faintly. Akira wondered briefly if Ken knew what was going on, if he would be able to accept the reasons behind it-

And if Daisuke, in his frustration, would be able to make sure Ken knew the reasons.

Ah well. He stood, legs stiff from the brief fifteen minutes or so of sitting, and nodded deferentially to Daisuke. "I'll be in touch if you need me," he said as he walked to the door. Daisuke turned and nodded once, his eyes troubled, and his hesitation plain.

Akira smiled over his shoulder, a reassuring expression, and remarked quietly, "It would help if you explained to him, I think. And let him know that it's not the only reason you would do it."

"I know…it's just how to say it, Akira. Thanks, though."

"Don't mention it," he said, and walked out the door. After a moment, Daisuke must have walked to it and locked it-he could hear the faint click of the tumblers behind him. Akira smiled. ~Smart boy.~

~No wonder Ken is fascinated by him…~

~~~

Ken clutched at the wall, his head spinning violently, as his mind flashed through nothing and hazed over into mere physical feelings. He frowned, trying to think of something to do, to fix this, and decided that he had to wait for the spinning to stop. The dizziness was a bad thing, he knew, and if something didn't happen soon, he'd-

Briefly, he wondered why the door opened and shut, and that there were soft footsteps on the linoleum. Then he shuddered again, knees buckling, and felt himself slip a bit down the wall. He seemed to feel this from very far away, and panted in shallow inefficient breaths.

"Ken…Are you okay?" called Daisuke, and Ken opened his eyes.

He found himself kneeling on the cold tile floor, the water still scalding hot and oddly soothing, and swallowed. "D-Daisuke?" he rasped. "Dai-what…"

"Ken-I've got some bad news…" Daisuke sounded a bit upset-Ken wondered idly, as he tilted his head back again into the spray of the water, if Daisuke knew he had been thinking naughty and such dirty thoughts about him. He smiled, a slow predatory smile more suited to the Kaizer-wondered again where his other half had disappeared to this time.

"It's…Akira was here, Ken. He had information about the drug…"

~The drug…it's the drug…the drug-that damned thing-~ Ken thought. His senses cleared faintly, the room resuming a faint sense of normalcy. Something felt completely wrong, however. Something was…wrong. "W-what was it?"

"It's a drug that messes with the mind and makes the body crave a certain thing…and if you don't get it, your body will shut down."

Ken struggled to understand this, struggled to remember. "But-you didn't-"

"I'm sorry," came a quiet whisper. "It's all my fault…"

Ken registered the faint sliding noise of the door, and with one hand braced on the wall, turned his head. Daisuke stood in the entrance, silhouetted against the light of the bathroom-

-and most definitely naked.

The cramping sense of vertigo, of need, slipped back through Ken's mind, dragging him down beneath shifting hazy waves. He swayed, catching himself only by instinct, and heard himself whisper brokenly, "It's-I need-"

"I know."

Then warm hands were on his shoulders, bracing him upright as the room swam. Ken felt the physical heat and nearness a strange attraction, felt his hands float out and light upon that smooth skin. The cold tile felt good on his back as Daisuke pushed him back again with the water splashing down on him.

He wondered what exactly Daisuke was going to do, why he was in the shower if he had taken one already, and-since Daisuke was standing and Ken still kneeling-saw the redhead was as naked as he was. He swallowed, mildly confused and watched his hands run themselves down the smooth hips.

Daisuke sucked in a gasp, let it out in a hissing groan as fingers teased his belly, and pulled Ken to his feet. "Just-stay standing, okay? Don't fall."

Ken blinked owlishly at him, smiled faintly as the hands tightened on his elbows. "Okay," he said mildly.

Daisuke dropped to his knees, his hands sliding down to press the hips to the wall. At the last moment, he glanced up, seeing Ken's head tilted back into the spray and felt a mischievous instinct guide his next sentence. "Ken? Aren't you going to watch?"

The eyes fluttered open, then down towards him. Hands fluttered to rest upon his shoulders, playing absently with his hair as Ken made eye contact-and then he watched them widen in sudden understanding.

Then he gasped as Daisuke, without preamble, took his erection in his mouth and sucked it deep. He heard it, felt it through the trembling belly, a gasping choked-off cry as Daisuke drew back his mouth, scraping delicately with lips and tongue, then sucked it back within his mouth as hard as he could.

He did it almost violently, daring the boy to stop him, to protest and prove that they were doing something wrong, did it quickly and painfully-

Ken was whispering "Oh god-" as his body convulsed. It was only Daisuke's forceful grip on those slender hips that kept the boy upright-Ken had arched so hard that he was almost bent in two. Hands gripped his head, flexed and pushed at him when he paused slightly. Daisuke smiled and sucked gently at the tip, nipping, and drew it deep again.

Ken mewled, his gaze suddenly unfocused and stiffened. His back arched even further, his hips thrusting suddenly-and then Daisuke's mouth was full of a bitter tasteless fluid. He swallowed most of it, taken completely by surprise at the unexpected climax, and risked a glance up even as his mouth continued its work.

Ken's face was pale, lax and oddly peaceful. His eyes had fluttered shut again. Daisuke wondered if he had passed out, felt a strong concern rise. He lifted his mouth, voice low, and asked, "Ken? It's okay?"

"…yes," whispered Ken. "…oh god yes…yes…" Daisuke pressed a kiss to the line of the hip, stroked it with fingers and watched Ken with worried eyes.

"Are you…back?"

"Somewhat…" Ken replied hoarsely. "God…did you know that I've had some very naughty fantasies over what you just did?" He laughed, a low pleased sound.

~He's…fantasized?~ Daisuke felt a strange urge to smirk. "You have?"

"Mm….yes…"

Eyes hooded, Ken glanced down to where Daisuke knelt, parted his lips and drew in a shaky breath. Against his palms he felt a hair-fine tremor snake through the thighs pressed against his arms, felt the knees buckle. He guided Ken down as best as he could, arranging legs and feet to either side. He lifted hips until his own erection was pulsing against the inside of that pale leg, and Ken was more or less face-to-face. He watched indigo eyes open slowly, blinking at him, and smiled.

"Hey…"

"Mmmm…hello, Daisuke."

The redhead leaned forward, lifted a hand to press against the cheek and stroke the line of the bottom lip with his thumb. "Are you okay with this?" he asked softly. "I won't do it if you don't want me to."

Ken's eyes focused a bit more clearly upon him. He smiled, a faint beatific smile and slid hands around the shoulders. His head tilted, the strands of hair still dripping and obscuring parts of his face. Daisuke carefully pushed them aside.

"Daisuke," Ken began. "I've always wanted this…" Legs shifted, sliding easily along his own until Ken was perched in his lap and looking down at him with that odd hungry look. Fingers ran against his face, drawing it upwards.

~Always, huh?~ Daisuke thought absently as his eyes fell shut, and the warm mouth grazed his. He let out a faint sigh, somehow unable to believe and yet, unable to not believe that statement. It was too…

He pushed the thought away, and found his hands running themselves up the smooth line of the back, even as Ken pressed his open mouth more firmly to his. He smiled faintly, parting his lips as he felt a warm flicker of a tongue, and slowly pulled Ken closer. They kissed slowly, with banked passion that Daisuke didn't have to force himself to fake. Even if he didn't like the situation they were in, the reasons behind it, the attraction was there. The need and feelings still plagued him-

"Mm, Ken-remind me to do this when you're sober…" he whispered as a clever mouth moved along his throat.

"Alright," the boy replied. "I'll leave a note, okay? "Don't forget to do me" or something…" And then he laughed, a delighted purring sound as his hands crept down and curled around Daisuke's waiting arousal.

Daisuke shuddered faintly, moved his mouth against the collarbone and pumped his hips a bit. "You're still a tease," he whispered softly into the ear, then followed the path of some droplets with his tongue. "Goddamn tease-"

"Yes…it's only fair…" Ken arched a bit, his hands slowing. "Because you torment me so…"

"Oh?" Daisuke slid his hands down to cradle the hips and fingers over the hollow of the pelvis. "I'm sorry," he said, smirking. "Should I stop?"

Ken narrowed a glance at him, face flushed and eyes half-wild. "You wouldn't dare-"

Daisuke smiled wickedly and pulled Ken up against him, forcing the boy to either hold onto him or try to balance on his own as he moved suggestively. "I dare to do a lot…" he whispered softly and nipped softly at the junction of the shoulder and neck. Under his hands he felt the faint flexing of muscle as Ken moved with him, arms draped over his shoulders and mouth pressing kisses as he tilted his head back to face him.

This time, as Daisuke's cock pressed a heated greeting to Ken's own groin, they kissed more urgently, greedily touching and moving and exchanging stifled sounds. A hand slipped up to press a nipple, rolling it under the pad of a finger, and Daisuke distinctly heard a moan. His stomach pooled into a sudden coil of heat and shivering need, and bent his head to take the flesh between his lips.

Their breathing was loud in the small enclosure, harsh and erratic, as Daisuke nipped, his hands falling down again. Ken made a begging sound, faint and half-swallowed as Daisuke slipped his hands around Ken's hardening erection, tugging. "Oiy, sit up a bit," he said softly.

Ken complied instantly, his back straight and arms hooked. Daisuke nibbled a bit on the hollow of the chest just below the sternum, and traced a path to the nipple again.

~Oh, hurry up,~ a voice muttered.

He slipped his hand down to the space between them, pressing a finger into the opening there and eased a finger inside as gently as possible. "…okay?" he asked. He felt Ken nod, the motion shaking through his body, and moved the finger a bit more. When he was satisfied with the way Ken was beginning to move with him, he pressed a second finger and moved it a bit more firmly.

Ken made a low sound and Daisuke risked a look. His head was tilted back. Flushed a deep ruddy color, and eyes closed, he made a completely wanton picture. Desire flared strongly, mindlessly, as Daisuke noted this. Almost of it's own will, his hand moved again, and Ken made that little noise with mouth parted.

~He's ready…or won't care, either way…~ he thought vaguely. "Ken-" he started to say as his fingers slipped free. "Are you ready?" he whispered, and guided the hips down. "Here-hold still-" he rasped, and reached between to take a hold of his member, and guided it to the entrance.

Ken looked at him from half-open eyes, smiling a whisper of a smile and did as Daisuke asked. "…it's the strangest feeling," he whispered, as the heated tip pressed intimately. "…to feel you like this…"

Daisuke smiled, one of his arms wrapping around the waist. "Yeah?"

"It's…it's almost-" Ken shuddered, eyes closing as the redhead pressed a bit harder. "Please!" he said next in a mixture of need and demand.

Daisuke pressed himself inside for the second time, feeling a welcome shudder rip down his spine and into his groin. Ken groaned soundlessly, falling away enough to lean against the wall without pulling away from Daisuke. The redhead didn't move, watching the reaction, trying to get adjusted to the warmth and tightness that begged him to move.

He waited until Ken began to shift his hips in tiny impatient attempts, movements that only increased the need to thrust. "Ken?" he questioned, and slid his hips into a long lazy roll. He thought of how the boy had moaned and squirmed the last time, felt his face flush and his cock twitch between movements.

Ken only arched his hips in reply, drawing him deeper.

Daisuke took that as a 'yes'. He inhaled a shaky breath and grasped the slim waist and fell back, stretching out in the small confines as best as possible, and arched himself higher, holding Ken to him even as the boy moved with him liquidly. He stared up into the spray of the water, finding it more erotic as it sluiced down Ken's glistening skin. He watched as Ken seemed to struggle to focus, watched him sway forward until his hands pressed into the tile and the face was over his. Indigo eyes peered hazily at him, as Daisuke thrust in tiny controlled movements.

"You like?" he asked softly, his hands pulling and pushing as his body moved inside.

Ken blinked slowly, his face falling into a faintly surprised expression, and smiled. "I love it," he whispered out, and swallowed, eyes closing briefly as he arched down, grinding against that welcome invasive pressure. "God-" His arms shook faintly with the strain of holding himself up, and Daisuke moved a bit harder.

Then, before Ken could realize it, the movements shifted smoothly to a controlled roll, and he found himself upon his back, Daisuke still deep inside and moving over him. He had to close his eyes against the spray, feeling a delicious shiver course through him at the coldness of the tile, the heat between his legs, and the warmth of the mouth moving over his skin.

He wrapped his arms up around Daisuke's torso, then his limber legs around the waist. He made a helpless noise, a small cry that begged for more-it was everything all over again, this feeling and strange quiver inside. He opened is eyes to see Daisuke's piercing gleaming eyes, gasped something and arched, even as his eyes squeezed shut and he rolled his face to the side.

~I love…love him…~ a thought whispered, lost in the haze of pleasure as Daisuke drove him ruthlessly forward. This time his hands merely pressed, and his mouth only kissed, as the feeling grew. He ignored the feeble protest of his scraped back, ignored the way Daisuke was whispering nonsense under his breath. Daisuke's tanned stomach was sliding pleasantly against Ken's cock, warm and slick with water, even as a hand found its way down to curl around it and tease it.

Ken arched again, feeling Daisuke hit something, pushing inside him, and arched a second time, his mind reduced to a hazy field of sensation.

It didn't take long for him to climax, with the effects of the drug and the natural attraction and Daisuke's knowing hands. It didn't take very long at all, and as Ken felt his world shimmer into a gray hazy field, the thought surfaced yet again.

~I…love…~

And then it was gone, and Ken slipped into that semi-conscious haze, barely feeling Daisuke shudder against him, stiff and slick against him, barely feeling the movements of that whispering mouth. He heard himself cry out softly-his own climax was still close enough for him to feel an incredible jolt of pleasure-ad his arms wrapped tight around the boy above him.

~~~

"Moshi moshi!"

"Hi Ichijouji-san! It's Takeru-is Ken there? I have to ask him something about school."

"Ano…Ken's not here, Takeru. He called yesterday and said he'd be staying at a friend's house to study and that he would be back sometime today. I'm sorry. Did you need to leave a message?"

"Nope. Did he say who he was going to help?"

"I think his name was…Daisuke."

"Daisuke? Oh, I know him-thanks Ichijouji-san!"

"Of course, Takeru! Goodbye!"

Takeru hung up the phone, blinking in faint confusion. ~Daisuke was at BodyHeat last night…I know he was…what the hell is he playing?~

"What is it?" Iori mumbled, still half asleep and draped over most of Takeru's bed.

"Ken's not home. And Daisuke still isn't home yet-which I'm not surprised-Akira said something about there were problems and they needed Daisuke's help-but…" Takeru turned to peer in confusion at his smaller lover. "Why would Ken's mom say he's studying with Daisuke if Daisuke's not there?"

Iori rolled over. "You told Ken to go and rescue Daisuke, remember?"

"Yes, but-"

"What if Daisuke dragged Ken to the club?" the younger green-eyed boy remarked.

"Ken? At the club? No way!" Takeru shook his head. "He wouldn't go for that…"

"Who knows with Daisuke? He could convince rocks to move, if he wanted. He's got the charm of a god, you know."

"But…Ken?"

"Yeah, weird, isn't it?"

"Hmm…you know, if Daisuke's not home yet, and Ken's missing too…you think we should go look for them?" Takeru frowned, and poked a finger into Iori's side. "Come, babe-I'm serious. They could be in trouble."

"Look-Akira said not to worry, right?"

"That's why I'm worrying!"

"Takeru-"

"I don't care," the blond snapped and stood. "I'm gonna go and see if they're there. You can come if you want, it doesn't matter-but I'm gonna find out what the hell is going on."

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~~Author's Notes~~……erm……I can't think of anything!! :D :D This one took a *long* time to get done-so I hope you enjoyed the lemon and the lil hints and…*grin*…the cliffhanger. Heheeh. :D cliffhangers of dooooom.

*wink*