Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ I can Dream ❯ (GS) i don't want to fall asleep ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

I can dream

Gentle seduction **

For all the perverts who wanted lemony bits in the last story…yes that includes myself…no it couldn't have gone in the last story…because my muses have me whipped…yes I am my muses' bitch.

No, I'm not making it NC-17, it's romantic fluff with a sexual edge, but most of the story is Pg or Pg-13, so you know, I didn't see a real reason to make it more then R. I'll mark all chapters with sex with a *, depending on how explicit I think it is. And, to further help you people out, all chapters with Dai-san and Take-sama doing naughty things will be called Gentle Seduction.


Part 2A

Was watching your unsuspecting boyfriend walk around in the nude considered an act of perversion?

If so, then Daisuke Motomiya was a pervert and damn proud of it. It was not his fault Takeru thought he was coming by an hour later and that his mom had been nice enough to let him in on her way to work. And it wasn't his fault he was using the towel on his head as opposed to covering up the nummy bits, was it? And sure, maybe he could inform Takeru that he was standing in the doorway, but that would only embarrass him, and where was the common sense in that?

Though it would be nice to see if Takeru could do that full body flush thing. Mm…but this was much better. Yummy.

He watched through lowered lashes as Takeru fished a pair of boxers from the drawer then looked at the blonde's pretty, milky white, bottom. Then his view was ruined by blue cotton.

Damn.

He couldn't stop his tiny sigh of disappointment anymore then he could stop his blush when Takeru looked at him over his shoulder. The blond raised an eyebrow and Daisuke laughed nervously.

"Morning Takeru."

"You were watching me get dressed, you evil little pervert!"

Daisuke shrugged. "It's not my fault you like to prance your lily white, albeit cute, ass around here in front of your admittedly perverted and horny boyfriend, is it?"

Takeru rolled his eyes and tossed his towel at Daisuke. "Like I knew you were there. Why are you here?"

"A chance for senseless groping." Daisuke chirped, sitting on Takeru's bed and waggling his eyebrows. Takeru blinked then laughed.

"You need to do something about that one track mind of yours."

"If you ask nicely I'll let you distract me."

"Get out of my bed." Takeru said, rolling his eyes and walking towards him, but being careful not to get to close to the bed or his boyfriend, whom he loved dearly, but was convinced was Satan in disguise when the issue of sex and the best way to trick Takeru into losing his resolve came up.

Kind of like that incident with the whipped cream…which had led to lots of senseless groping, which was a good thing, but it hadn't been a very fair thing to do. He hadn't been able to sleep with Daisuke for a week and he still couldn't look at a sundae the same way… he didn't mind the last one a whole lot. But it was the principal of the thing.

Daisuke rolled out of bed, pouting. "You'd think you'd be grateful that I'm interested in sex, since once upon a time I wouldn't let you touch me."

Takeru had to have pity, and he was sucker for the pouting thing, so he bent down some and kissed him. He intended for it to be quick, but as always Daisuke had wicked plans of his own.

Which is why ending up on the bed, the last place he wanted to be, because it was very high on his bad idealist, was not his fault. Neither was losing the t-shirt he had just put on and most of Daisuke's clothes as well. Ahh…fuck.

"Dais, I wish you wouldn't do this kind of thing." Takeru mumbled against Daisuke's neck as he made a valiant attempt to regain control of this situation.

"Then don't let me." Daisuke suggested helpfully.

"…Shut up."

Daisuke laughed. "You are so whipped."

Takeru sighed. "Yes Daisuke, I'm your bitch, happy?"

"No." Daisuke pouted again. "I never said I wanted that. I just want to get laid."

"Thus ignoring that wonderful concept called love and romance, and why not, waiting until you're okay with not wearing long sleeved shirts in public, and, even stranger, until you can be comfortable going shirtless around me."

Daisuke tugged on the bottom of his t-shirt nervously. "Well, yeah there's all of that stuff. I don't anybody to see me like that yet…ever, not even you." Especially not him. It was ugly and…something he'd rather no one saw yet.

Takeru sighed. "How do intend to have sex without me seeing you?"

Daisuke blinked. "I assumed it would be dark."

"And the other sixteen hours of the day? And even less in the summer."

"More in the winter." Daisuke pointed out. "You could screw me senseless over Christmas break. You know you'd like it."

"And it couldn't be that dark." Takeru continued. "A little eyesight is a most you know. To aim and such."

"Ehh…don't make this sound like some kind of sport, please." Daisuke winced then looked at Takeru who had moved to the side of him and was on his stomach staring down at him. "I don't know, there's just…I'm not ready to go parading my fucked up life and it's scars yet."

"I know that." Takeru arched an eyebrow. "Have you been paying attention to me at all? It's not like I plan to run off with the next normal, well adjusted, mildly sane guy who offers, I didn't spend all of this time as the human pillow and teddy bear to run out because I can't get any."

"Are you saying I'm not sane?"

"It's like talking to a brick wall." Takeru said, shaking his head and rolling away. "What do you want to do for dinner?"

Daisuke grimaced. "Takeru, I'm sorry."

The blond glanced at him. "I know."

Daisuke sat up and put on his best forgive me because I'm a horny idiot face. "Am I being a giant prick?"

"Yeah, but it isn't a big change for you." Takeru forced a small smile. "I'll get over it."

"I was worried." Daisuke's voice dripped with sarcasm. Takeru stuck out his tongue.

"Know it all asshole."

Daisuke smirked. "At least I know something. Unlike a certain blond person I know I could mention."

"My brother?" Takeru guessed.

"Shorter." Daisuke supplied. Takeru looked offended.

"I am not shorter than Matt!"

"You say that like being short is a bad thing." Daisuke scolded.

Takeru rolled his eyes. "You're short, it doesn't matter to you."

Daisuke glowered. "Forget everything I said about sex, I've changed my mind rather abruptly. I don't want to sleep with you at all."

"You know you love me." Takeru said, grinning cheekily.

Daisuke's expression turned skeptical. "I don't feel very loving."

"Because you're too stupid to know that you're a loving person." Takeru explained patiently.

"Meh." Daisuke said, "So, when's your mom coming home?"

"Late tonight, early tomorrow. I think she and that guy have a date after work." Takeru shrugged distractedly.

"You do know you can't just call him that guy forever right?" Daisuke asked, genuinely concerned. "I can just see the wedding, I pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. That guy." Takeru shot him a withering look and he blinked, taken off guard. "What? They've been dating longer then we have and I do recall you saying it was kind of serious and…let me shut up before you attempt to kill me."

"My mom isn't marrying anybody." Takeru grumbled and Daisuke wisely refrained form commenting and smiled gently instead. Yes, he could do more then play the sexy victim.

"Alright then." He said softly and crawled after the blond and set his head on Takeru's shoulder. "So, dinner? My treat."

"Another time." Takeru muttered. "I don't want to do anything but hang out here today." Daisuke nodded and smiled against his shoulder. Takeru turned his head a little. "So, you up for a game of Scrabble?"

Daisuke's eyebrows shot up. "If you really want to."

Takeru walked off to that had been dubbed as the game closet and Daisuke shook his head slowly. Talk about repression. He loved Takeru, but he was this close to taking drastic measures. He stretched out on the bed and pouted a little. Scrabble…uh…he knew he could work this to he advantage.


"Dai?"

"Yeah?"

"What're you doing?"

"Trying to watch TV. Is that a problem?"

"No I guess." Takeru frowned, confused. Daisuke had spent the past…thirteen hours trying to seduce him, which had included a dirty game of Scrabble, an attempt at Twister, Strip Poker, which had just been a stupid idea of Takeru's part, thirty minutes in which he watched Daisuke eat Popsicles, a game with strawberries and whipped cream, and he had been pounced twice.

And now he was watching TV?

He turned and looked, half-expecting to find porn or something of that nature, but Daisuke was just watching cartoons. Takeru had to admit he was both afraid and disappointed that Daisuke had given up. True today would live forever in his memory as the most traumatizing date he had Dai had ever had, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Daisuke sighed and leaned against him. "What time is it?"

"Umm…getting close to nine."

"So I wasted the whole day?" Daisuke made a face and stood up. "Ah, fuck it. I am going to bed."

Takeru blinked. "So you're giving up, for real?"

"Yeah." Daisuke waved at him dismissively and vanished into the hallway. "I think you're straight."

"You think I'm what?" Takeru scrambled after him. Daisuke was already in his room, so he followed and walked in to find the redhead pulling off his shirt. He watched in rapt fascination as the caramel skin was exposed to him. It was still marred with scars and he supposed it always would be, but it was smooth and firm from years of sports and, as much as he hated the thought, learning to cope with his parent's abuse and build a defense against it.

But still perfect. It was Daisuke, he was unique, and so it was perfectly suited for him. Or maybe Takeru was just incredible sappy.

"Straight." Daisuke's voice was kind of muffled. "I've used every sex related word in the dictionary, groped you shamelessly, got you almost naked, played with Popsicles, strawberries, whipped cream, I've even jumped you twice." He started to undo his belt. "You're either straight or not at all interested in me."

"Daisuke." The idiot had to know that Takeru loved him more than…well anything he could think of at the moment. Daisuke knew how important he was. Some times he wondered about his boyfriend.

"Okay, not at all interested in my body. Same difference." Daisuke tossed his pants into some corner of the room. "I could walk around fucking *nude* and you wouldn't even blink."

Takeru blinked then ran a hand through his hair. "I am interested in you and your body, and it's a very nice body while we're on the subject-"

"No it isn't." Daisuke broke in sitting down on the bed. "It's scarred and ugly."

"Low self-esteem I see." Takeru muttered. "You know I don't think that's true. I don't even know why you would bother wasting breath saying it for me to hear when you know I won't listen to it."

Daisuke shook his head; something here didn't click for him. "Then why won't you touch me?"

Takeru licked his lips then took a step into the room and shut the door behind him. Daisuke sat there, faint surprise written on his face as he watched his boyfriend shed his clothes down to his boxers then walk over to him. He scooted back when Takeru placed a hand on his chest and pushed. The blond crawled over him then rested his weight on his hips, effectively pinning him to the bed.

Takeru put his hands on either side of Daisuke then leaned down to kiss him. Daisuke opened his mouth automatically and shivered when Takeru's tongue touched his own. He tried to sit up more but Takeru made a noise that said quite clearly that moving was not an option. He put a hand on the back of the blond's neck then pulled him closer and suckled on his tongue, loving that Takeru was so close, and willing and…hands hands!

Takeru chuckled as Daisuke arched up against him. He squeezed the younger boy's half hard penis again and got a similar reaction from him. He stroked Daisuke from base to tip then rubbed his thumb over the tip, keeping his eyes trained on the redhead. Daisuke's breathing deepened some and his skin was gaining a red color.

He let go for a moment, ignoring the protest this brought on, and pulled down Daisuke's boxers as well as his own. He shifted a little on top of Daisuke who was trying to glare at him, trying to be the key word as in failing, and brought their erections into alignment. He ran a hand over Daisuke's chest, trying to block out those pesky things called thoughts. He had waited over a year, he was hard, what the hell was bothering him?

"I am not sure what you're doing." Daisuke muttered. "But it's taking to long." Takeru tweaked his left nipple and he moaned. Takeru quirked an eyebrow. Sensitive were we? Something to play with later.

He braced himself then pushed forward, grinding their erections together. He gasped and shut his eyes, hearing Daisuke's surprised but happy squeak and decided that this kind of friction was your friend. He kept a slow rhythm at first; he didn't want to push Daisuke over the edge too quick.

He bit his lip to keep from getting to loud as he continued to thrust against the willing figure. Daisuke was clutching the sheets tightly as the feelings Takeru was causing inside of him made a heat he had never felt before. It churned and boiled in his stomach and a little lower and he needed it to be relived, but not just yet. He tilted his head back some and raised his hips to meet Takeru then cried out, shuddering some.

He was quickly getting the hang of this thing. The blond still had his eyes closed and it was a pity, because somewhere in the back of Daisuke's mind he was pretty sure he wanted to see those blue eyes looking at him.

Daisuke grunted and his whole body tensed up and he shut his eyes tight, making white spots dance across the back of his eyelids. He came and felt a warm, liquid splash on his stomach. A soft cry and he felt Takeru jerk above him. Neither moved or spoke for a long moment and Daisuke was only dimly aware of the fact that Takeru was on top of him, but was very aware of the warm breath on his cheek. Takeru's eyelashes fluttered across flushed skin and Daisuke's fingers moved over a sweat dampened back.

Daisuke forced his eyes open and stared into glazed over blue, wanting to say something but finding that his brain had kind of shut down and that his mouth didn't seem capable of forming words. After a moment of concentration he spoke.

"Heavy." God that was fucking stupid, he could have come up with something a little more romantic then that couldn't he? It literally wasn't everyday that he was pinned to the bed and had very nice things done to him.

Mind you, he wouldn't mind making it an everyday thing, because that had been fun.

Takeru blinked, clearly confused then a flicker of awareness in the azure depths. "Oh." But he didn't move. That was fine, Daisuke didn't mind being squashed for a little while. And he understood his unwillingness to move.

But a few seconds later the mess on his stomach struck him as sticky and he was sure that if they stayed like this they were sure to stick together, which wouldn't be all bad, but it's be annoying to pull apart.

"Takeru."

"Mmm." Takeru muttered

"I feel…uhh…"

"Sticky." Takeru managed a small grin as he started to sit up a little bit.

"Pretty much, yeah." Daisuke nodded then laughed when Takeru placed a half-hearted kiss on his lips before rolling off of him. He had to give the blond credit though because he sure as hell wasn't moving anytime soon…hopefully he wouldn't have to move for quite sometime…as in ever.

Takeru reached over onto the floor and picked up the first thing he found, his t-shirt, and wiped off his chest then leaned over to wipe off his boyfriend, who stifled a yawn.

Takeru laid on his stomach and smiled when Daisuke cuddled against his side and threw over his waist. Daisuke sighed and let his eyes close.

"I told you so." Takeru whispered.

"What?"

"That I'm interested in your body." The look Daisuke gave him said that this was a long dead argument and to shut his mouth for the time being. Takeru was content to be quiet and lay there. Soon both boys were asleep and pretty damn happy.



But the author's a bitch and won't let things stay that way for too long. The reason this chapter is two separate parts is because…it is. *-* Don't question my genius! No, seriously, I had to break it up, because there are two separate sets or warning for this and I didn't want to freak you out by grouping them together.

Warnings: Slightly disturbing imagery, or slightly disturbing to me…and well it's me, creepy voices, self-mutilation, forced throwing up, possible mentions of sexual abuse…depends on how you see it. And if I had put this with the sexual content warning who would have read this chapter?

If you like the fluffy high you just got, you can wait 'til I get around to posting the next chapter to read it, because this trounces all over it, then shots it, cackles, then runs over it's grave repeatedly.


Part 2B


Daisuke opened his eyes and shook his head. No, he wasn't here, he wasn't here, he wouldn't be here, he had left, he was safe, he was not back in this place. He didn't want to be here, oh whatever god there was don't let him be here. It was his room_his old room_and it was very dark and cold here, with it's glaring white walls, no pictures or posters like his friends, and the window that seemed so far away and he knew what was outside.

An unfeeling, uncaring world, he always wanted to leave, wanted to escape this place and leave it, but he could never make it to the window and he could feel it deep inside that if he ever made it that there would be nothing there for him. Maybe, when he thought about it, he was better off here. Maybe it hurt, hell it always hurt, but he wasn't alone here, he had things and people here, maybe he really belonged here. Maybe it would be better here. Things would get better, things always got better eventually right?

He felt a sharp biting pain in his arm and looked down to see a long gash, going from his wrist and almost all the way up to his elbow. For a moment there was nothing but silence and then there was blood, a dark stream of blood that dribbled over his skin and onto the floor. It fell in huge drops that stained the carpet and it smelled like pain and sweat and dear god, should he be bleeding like that?

'You did it again.'

Daisuke blinked wide eyes at the voice then closed his eyes tight, trying to block out the voice and the image and the blood and the way it hit the carpet and spread through it.

'Such a dirty boy. Filthy.'

He wasn't, he didn't have to listen to this.

'You don't deserve him. You'll just dirty him, soil that perfect white skin, ruin all of that goodness, and you'll make him just like you.'

"I wouldn't." He whispered pulling his knees up to his chest then wrapping his arms around himself. Stupid, idiot, if you didn't talk to it, didn't see it, didn't act like it was there, then it wasn't there, but he had talked, now it was there, it was there.

"Of course not, my poor little Dais." It was real now, in the room, next to him, with rancid stinking breath hitting his cheek and bringing tears unbidden to his eyes. A hand touched his cheek and sharp nails dragged across his skin, not quite but almost breaking the skin. "Not on purpose I'm sure. But you're very dirty, you'd just rub off on him."

"No, I…" He trailed off when the fingers touched his lips. "Stop it. Don't touch me."

"Why not, my pretty Daisuke?" There was a long slippery tongue along the curve of his ear and he shuddered. "Too good for me now that you have him? We don't even talk anymore baby."

"He…he…don't talk about him."

A deep scratchy chuckle in his ear. "Do you think he loves you Daisuke? Does he hold you at night? Are you gonna let him fuck you? Fuck you raw, I bet you'd like that, love for him to take you hard. You are such a little bitch, aren't you? Bet he wouldn't let you do him. He thinks you're weak you know. Maybe we should just…take him and make him feel it."

"No." Daisuke shook his head violently. "No."

"My poor Dais." Daisuke shut his eyes again and nearly wept when cold lips touched his own and a scorching hot tongue forced his lips apart then plunged deep inside, raping his mouth brutally while clawed hands moved over his skin, pinching and scratching at him. He felt the invading tongue on his own, coaxing it into the foul mouth and biting down hard. He screamed and pulled away, feeling the slow trickle of blood in his mouth.

He gagged and spat, looking up with fearful eyes. "Please."

"You like it, silly boy." He was on Daisuke, his hands and mouth on his body, forcing it to feel it, making his body betray him and react to it. "Good boy. Does your boyfriend," That was spat out mockingly. "Know that you aren't nearly as innocent as you like to pretend to be?"

"Shut up." He was a liar; Daisuke wasn't pretending with Takeru, he never had to pretend with him. Takeru was real, this wasn't. "You aren't real."

"I am." There was strong conviction in that voice and a hand snaked into his pants. "You remember Daisuke, I know you remember."

"No," It was a quiet gasp and he felt it, deep inside of him, a stirring, of touch, sex, and long ago memories. A boy, a beautiful boy, with glittering brown-red hair, deep emerald eyes, and a strange accent that made Daisuke's heart jump. Older, four or five years, and he had been so nice, a change form his parents and Jun.

He'd touched him, had asked Daisuke to touch, but…his parents…no, wasn't real, no!

"Yes. I've never lied to you."

"Why?"

Long lazy kisses and sparkling eyes. Large hands that touched him everywhere and held him, kissed his sores better, so sweet and kind. He had made him feel things, pretty, wonderful, perfect things all over.

Another laugh and then a long squeak as the door opened. "Look who came to see you baby." Two figures, outlined black against a glaring light.

"No." Daisuke said again. How useless that word was.

They had seen them, a kiss, small kiss in the hallway or was it the couch, and they had pulled him away, made him go away, sent his beautiful friend away from him, red hair blended with blond and green became blue, and then…

He screamed as hands grabbed him and pulled him, hurting him with their fierce grips. He wanted to scream, to cry out and let them know that he was sorry, it hurt, and he would never do it again. They pulled him into a bright, sterile white room and his clothes were stripped away from him, leaving him exposed and afraid. He knew what came next, he remembered what came next.

This time he screamed, as he was pushed into burning hot water, his skin turned red and welts appeared immediately all over his legs and stomach as well as any place it splashed. Then there was a hand on his head, pushing him down, and the water burned his eyes and throat and lungs and he could taste salt in it. He trashed, needing air, no longer caring that it burned, he needed to breath.

He was pulled up and his eyes blurred and burned but that didn't stop him from hearing it, hearing what was going on.

"Stupid boy." Her voice. "We told you. We'll fix you, make it better, make you better."

His voice. "Idiot faggot. We'll clean it from you; we'll make you clean. How many times Daisuke, do you like this?"

"Of course." Her again. "Him and his little queer friends, you know what he does with them. He likes the pain, don't you?" He tried to shake his head but a sharp slap made more pain blossom across his cheek. "Don't lie to me! Don't you dare lie to me boy!"

"We don't want to hurt you, you make us do this, you understand." He felt hands pushing him down again. "We have to make you good again, wash their touch away."

The water flowed over his head again, filling his nose and mouth as he screamed uselessly, wanting to fight them, but not having the will, he couldn't fight them, not really. They were his parents, they loved him, just wanted the best, he had done bad wrong things and they just wanted to help him.

And he was let up and suddenly was very alone in the bathroom, no one there. He pulled himself out and hit the ground with a muffled thud and a sob as the cold tiles bit his skin. He coughed and sputtered out water and blood, wondering why everything hurt so much all over again. He wasn't supposed to hurt anymore. He wasn't…his head hurt to think. Too cluttered.

He laid down, ignoring the tiles and trying to hide within himself so he wouldn't have to think about this anymore. He wanted so much for it all to go away, to just slid off of him. He stayed there for a long moment, before he felt tears welling up behind his eyes and felt them slide down his cheeks and onto the floor, like the blood on the carpet. Would it stain forever? Would he get in trouble for it?

"Does it hurt?" He was back. He took Daisuke's hand and forced something into his hand. Then he was alone again, once again alone. He sat up and looked into his hand, heart clenching at the sight of a small razor, clean silver and glittering up at him.

He pushed himself up, wiping away tears and drew his fingers up his arm, tracing idle shapes as he went. Then he put the razor in his hand and once again traced over the skin, forming the same shapes in the same places, pushing down but not breaking the skin. He did it again put this time at one place, at one certain time, he pressed and blood blossomed there and he sighed. Yeah, it hurt, but it was a good sting, a pan he could control, because he was doing it.

No parents, no dark men in his head, just him, he was doing it, he was controlling himself and they no longer could touch him. Not here, not in this place, because it was his choice. He walked the line between life and death and only he would decided which way he went, he traced the line between pain and sick pleasure and he could lean whatever direction he wanted.

Oh it was good, in it's forbidden lust, dirty things that your parents tell you never to do and it's only talked about in hushed tones kind of way, but he wanted it, needed it, god how he needed it. More cuts, more dripping blood, mixing with water and swirling on the white tile, making them dirty and he thought of peppermint ice cream, which he had never cared much for, but Takeru loved it dearly.

Takeru.

Shame swept over him like blanket and scalding water and it was choking and thick. Disgust. He was a disgusting vile creature. He was


Awake, truly awake and in bed next to Takeru, wrapped in a warm loving embrace. His stomach churned with shame and disgust. He couldn't stay in here, not like this, not the way he was. He tore himself away, jarring Takeru awake and fleeing for the bathroom. He slammed the door and looked around, grateful for the black and green color scheme, it wasn't white, never white.

He fell to his knees and panted, scared and suddenly feeling very out of his mind. He had to make it go away, had to make the dirty the shame the horrible disgusting slime that crawled on him go away, make it get out of his body, wash away the feeling of claws and tongues and blood.

His eyes flickered over to the toilet. Had to get it out of him, had to.

"Daisuke." Takeru knocked on the door. "Baby. Are you alright?" There was a moment of silence followed by a gagging and the obvious sound of reaching then a chill ran up his spine. Okay, that had been a weird feeling. He shuddered then looked back at the door, the sound of the shower catching his attention. He paused then opened the door. Daisuke was sitting huddled in the tub, face hidden by wet hair.

Takeru walked over cautiously, wondering what the hell was going on, and reached out for his boyfriend, but the moment the water hit his hand he fell back cursing loudly. That water had to be at least ninety degrees, why was Daisuke just sitting there? He risked it again and shut it off, still getting no reaction from the other boy. He touched Daisuke, wincing at the red skin and forming blisters, then shook it off. He pulled his out and sat down on the floor then reached for a towel.

"What're you doing to yourself?" He whispered, rubbing to towel over the redhead's nude form, both angry with the redhead and afraid for him. No matter how mush he pretended, he knew he didn't have the most stable boyfriend in the world, he didn't mind it, he loved Daisuke the way he was. If he had wanted sanity he'd be dating Iori or something. But this was a little above his adaptation capabilities. What could he do if Daisuke started hurting himself, what do you when someone wants to self-destruct?

"Takeru."

Fuck. Takeru kicked the door shut. "Yeah mom?"

"Is everything alright?"

Takeru looked at Daisuke who blinked at him, tears forming in his chocolate colored eyes. Takeru pulled him into his lap and kissed his neck then wrapped his arms around the slight form, cradling the boy in his arms and wanting to cry himself. Daisuke looked at him and tears escaped him, falling down his cheeks and onto the towel Takeru had him wrapped in.

"Didn't mean to, hurt so much, had to make him, loud so loud, so sorry, sorry."

"Shh, it's fine." Takeru muttered, not believing it, but saying it for the sake of his lover anyway. Daisuke nodded and buried his face in Takeru's chest.

"Takeru?" His mother sounded worried and he could hear her opening her bedroom door.

Takeru closed his eyes. "It's fine mom, Daisuke just felt kind of sick and threw up. I'm about to take him back to bed now." His mother seemed satisfied because the door shut and there was a long moment of silence. He sighed. "Come on, let's go back to bed."

Daisuke blinked at him but allowed himself to be pulled up and out of the bathroom. He followed silently and found himself back in the bed while the blond shrugged on a clean t-shirt and boxers. Then he grabbed a bottle of lotion and sat next to Daisuke and pulled the boy towards him. Daisuke sat in front of Takeru cross-legged and made a grateful noise when lotion was smoothed onto his burned shoulders. It wasn't bad, he'd only sat there a few seconds before Takeru had come in and turned off the water, there had been much worse.

"I love you." Daisuke said suddenly.

"I know." Takeru said, kissing the top of his head. "Just sit still and let me finish. We'll talk tomorrow."

"I…can't sleep with you." Daisuke's tone was small and almost afraid. "I can't, I…will sleep on the couch."

"No." Daisuke winced and Takeru scrambled to fix it. "I'll sleep on the couch."

"But."

"No." Takeru moved his hands and grabbed a cover. "See you later."

Daisuke nodded, looking at the ground. "Sorry."

"It's fine." Takeru muttered closing the door behind him.

Daisuke laid down and closed his eyes. He fell into a fitful sleep, plagued by dark figured and white rooms and he shivered and cried out the entire night, but there was no one there to wake him up from his nightmare.


Damn the pronoun use in these fics. They make it so damn confusing for me! His? Which he…wait him? …who…I thought he was…gah! Almost enough to make me convert to Daikari…eww, I suddenly feel dirty. Shower I must take. To review you must not forget, lonely the box is. Star Wars is an evil movie. *Sweatdrop*

And feel free to tell me how bad that sucked, it was my first sex scene ever and I can't get better if I don't know what I did wrong, right? Right. I guess I just specialize in the creepy shit as opposed to the nice normal stuff.