Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Satan in Satin ❯ Losing Grip ( Chapter 11 )
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By: SaturnsFirefly 
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 258 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 258 | Status: Completed
A.N: *Pokes frantically at the reviews* C'mon! Get up there, you slow son of a bitch! *Growls*
Dark: o.O? Firefly-chan?
Firefly-chan: *Sniffs* What?
Dark: Nevermind...
Firefly-chan: Ahem. Anyway, yay! The next chapter is finally out! Sorry if it took awhile but I did have chapter eleven finished...but then I deleted it because I didn't like the outcome ^^;;. Okay, first off I'd like to say that this chapter is a lime. Yay. Fun.
Dark: Figures...
In Response to Reviews -
Dark Goddess - Plot twists are fuuuun. Oh, yes, Taichi's hatred for Dai-chan is slowly squishing into nothing. Wee. Fun.
Green, the fluffly bunny - *Sing-song voice* I'll never tell...
Taichi Ishida - Yup. It just gives you a cute little mental picture, doesn't it? ^_^
Belladonna Fait - Thank you =D.
PallaPalla - MUAH! *glomp* Thank you! And no, the whole gundam pilots thing wasn't meant to be funny but whatever keeps my reviewers amused ^_~.
Ages -
Sprite - 15
Psyche - 18 (My characters ^^;;)
All the rest are the same.
On with the chapter, Alice!
Dark: My name isn't Alice, Firefly-baka.
Firefly-chan: Er, on with the chapter, Dark!
Satan in Satin
Chapter Eleven
By Firefly-chan
Ryo watched with amused eyes as Daisuke was dragged off, suppressing the urge to grin. He turned his gaze back to Yamato whom was staring back at him levelly. Ryo casually leaned back in his chair, arching an eyebrow upwards. "Is he yours?"
Yamato's eyes narrowed dangerously into slits, and he titled his head slightly to the side. "Hai."
The spiky brown haired boy suppressed the urge to snicker and muttered under his breath, "Touché..."
Kouji rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair. "Are we going to get to the main point here or not?"
"Now just a second, Kouji." Ryo said quickly, waving a finger in his face. "I'm not finished." He looked back to the blonde vampire. "He's human."
"Daisuke?" Ryo nodded. Yamato rolled his eyes and snapped, "So are you."
Ryo laughed shortly, leaning foreword again. "True." He lowered his voice, a smirk replacing the smile. "But I'm not sleeping with you."
"Back off, Ryo." Kouji growled, pulling on his companion's shirt, bringing him back in his chair. He didn't like the look of anger in Yamato's eyes...
Yamato stared at Ryo, eyes flashing. He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it as if he decided against it. He glanced over at Kouji, pointedly ignoring Ryo and ground out his words through clenched teeth, "Where. Is. The. Sword?"
Kouji drew out a long breath, rubbing a hand over his face. "Okay, okay." He tilted his head backwards, closing his eyes. "It rests in pair of supposed "haunted" woods at the very tip of Sapporo. The sword is in the ground in the very heart of the woods. Since it's 'haunted' no one of Sapporo has ever set foot in the woods. But if they did then they usually weren't searching for the sword since not many mortals know it exists. In the middle of the woods is a circle of very old looking oak trees. In the center of the oak trees is where you will need to find the sword...only there's one twist. The sword rests underground." He paused glancing at Yamato before continuing, "You will have to dig quite awhile before you come upon a square stone with different designs on top of it. Underneath the stone is where we will be lead to the sword."
"But how will you remove the stone?" Yamato asked after a moment.
A grin found it's way to Kouji's face. "How will you remove the stone? Ah, well, you can't simply lift it from its place since it stretches all the way to the ground. So that leaves no other option except to use..."
"Explosives!" Ryo cut in loudly, smiling widely.
"And.." Kouji continued.
"MORE explosives!" The other shouted, pumping his fist into the air.
"Yeah, but in order to use the explosives we'll need the help of two people." Kouji said softly, opening his eyes.
The smile fell from Ryo's face and he collapsed back in his chair with a groan, "Aw, Kouji! Not Sprite and Psyche!"
"Who?" Yamato asked with a weary sigh.
"Sprite Lapse and Psyche Malevi." Ryo grumbled, folding his arms over his chest. "They're damn good at explosives but I don't like them." He hesitated. "Wait, I take that back. Sprite is okay...when he's not around his Psyche. Otherwise he goes all silent and hangs on every word like he's afraid of him or something. Psyche...well, he's just an asshole. He's really antisocial and yells at Sprite a lot. Poor kid..."
Yamato shook his head, not really caring about the details. "Yeah, well, they'll get us the sword, won't they?"
The two nodded.
"Then we'll use them."
Ryo shrugged, sniffing, "Okay, you're the boss. But I still think we could do it by ourselves..." He smiled again, looking intently at the blonde vampire. "Now it's your turn. So, would you *please* tell us who the antichrist is?"
Yamato, imitating what Ryo had done previously, leaned foreword, pressing his hands against the table. His lips quirked slightly in a smug smirk, and he stopped when he was only inches from the younger boys' face. "Me."
Ryo's eyes widened slightly but his smile didn't falter. "You?"
Yamato nodded, backing up into his seat again. He didn't speak again until several moments later, "Why were you so eager to find out?"
Ryo shrugged and, with sarcasm dripping from his voice, said,"I don't know. We were just wondering, y'know, exactly WHO was going to destroy the world!"
Kouji glared at Ryo before he could say anything else, saving him from a punch in the face from the already angered vampire. The black haired boy ran a hand through his hair. "Okay. Before we start a fight or something let's get going. If you want Sprite and Psyche we'll--*I'll* have to go talk to them." He came to a stand. "Let's go get your friends..."
Ryo followed behind Kouji, muttering, "And loverboy."
***
"You can't do that."
"Yes, I can!"
"Takeru, you can't have six pairs in a five card game."
"...Oh, well, I didn't know that! I've never played poker before, Taichi."
Daisuke rolled his eyes, hitting his head against the table. Everything he and Takeru did Taichi had to object and say it was wrong. Couldn't they just play a simpler game...like hearts or something?
"Daisuke, its your turn." Taichi's voice cut in through his thoughts.
Daisuke lifted his head, suppressing a yawn. "Okay." He eyed the deck before him. "I'll play--"
"Are you guys ready to go?"
Takeru jumped in surprise, looking over at the Ryo, Kouji, and Yamato who had just arrived at the table. Daisuke nodded quickly, dropping his cars and coming to a stand. Taichi glared at him, taking the cards from Takeru's hands before gathering the other ones into a neat pile.
"Nice to know you had *fun*, Daisuke." Taichi mumbled, shoving the deck in his pocket.
"Where are we going?" Daisuke asked, ignoring Taichi's comment.
"To pick up a few people." Yamato answered softly, circling an arm around Daisuke's waist and drawing the smaller boy to him. Daisuke stiffened before sighing and relaxing, figuring it wasn't any use.
***
It didn't take them that long to get to Sprite's and Psyche's house in the Jeep. Ten minutes later they were pulling up besides a considerably large and nice looking house. It was dark so you couldn't really see anything and the lightly glowing street lamp beside the house wasn't much help either. Yamato pulled the keys from the engine, eyes lingering on the house a bit longer before turning towards the back where Ryo and Kouji were.
"Is this it?" He asked.
Ryo nodded, opening the car door and jumping out. "Yep. Not bad, ne?"
Daisuke blinked up at the house, stepping out beside Ryo. "It kind of reminds me of Yamato's mansion...only a bit smaller." He murmured, mainly to himself.
Ryo looked blankly at Daisuke for a short moment before shifting over to Kouji, leaning over towards him. "I suppose one of us should knock." He gave him a pointed look. "And it should be *you* since you get along with them better."
"Sprite is rather fond of you, Ryo." Kouji muttered, pushing past the brunette. "You just don't get along with Psyche."
"Who could!?" Ryo sniffed, leaning against the car.
Kouji rolled his eyes, stepping up towards the door. He stood there motionless for a moment before bringing up his hand and knocking on the large wood door. He shifted his weight from one foot to another, standing there without any answer from the inside of the house for a minute before the door slowly opened and a pair of mesmerizing gold eyes with blue flecks in them peaked out.
"Yes?" A light, airy voice asked.
Kouji scratched the back of his head, squinting his eyes slightly. "Eh, Sprite? This is Kouji. You remember me? Er, I'm here with Ryo and a few other friends; we need your help."
The door opened a bit wider revealing a slender, short looking boy with black hair spiked up in all different directions and golden highlights in the front. His tentative look grew into a wide grin. "Kouji! Dude! It's been...forever since I last saw you!" His smile faded then. "...But you guys came at a *really* bad time. Could you, um, come back later?"
Kouji glanced over his shoulder, receiving a short shake of the head from Yamato before turning back to the other boy. The black haired boy smiled sheepishly, shrugging. "No. Sorry. We really need your help, Sprite."
Sprite lowered his head, sighing heavily. "Fine. Come in. I'll go tell Psyche you're here." He looked up again, nibbling on his lower lip nervously before turning around and disappearing down the corner.
"What's his problem?" Daisuke asked as he entered the home, giving it a quick glance over. "He seemed really nervous."
"It's probably Psyche that is getting to him like this," Ryo muttered, leading the way through the halls. "He always has before."
Ryo pushed a large oak door open, sauntering into what appeared to be an average sized living room. A young man with short, messy brown hair and piercing blue eyes gave the six a withering glance. Sprite sat at his side, still looking rather nervous but a bit calmer. Daisuke raised his eyes to look at Ryo, noticing that he was glaring at the brown haired boy with such hatred it caused him to draw back a couple of steps.
"Ryo, Kouji," Psyche started slowly, sarcasm and venom dripping from his voice, "it's been so long."
"Yes, it has." Ryo said just as evenly.
Psyche gestured to the two couches in front of him. "Please, take a seat."
The six took a seat rather slowly. Daisuke found himself mashed between Takeru and Yamato on the first couch and scowled, shifting his weight uncomfortably. Taichi looked at the three, snickering silently to himself before going silent after receiving a icy glare from the cinnamon haired boy.
"So what is it that you need exactly?" Psyche asked, though his tone didn't seem all that interested.
Kouji ran his tongue over his lip, pausing in though before speaking slowly, "We want you to bomb something for us." Pause. "It's a large block of stone and in order to get what we want the block needs to be eliminated. Since we're not really capable of bombing without losing an arm or something..." Glare from Ryo. "we wanted to know if you would do it for us."
Psyche studied him intently, tilting his head to the side. Finally, after a few moments, he nodded idly, folding his hands into his lap. "Alright. We'll do it. But on one condition."
Ryo narrowed his eyes sharply. "And what's that?"
"You tell me what you're trying to achieve." He answered calmly.
Ryo shot up and was about to tell off Psyche but Kouji pulled him back down, shaking his slightly. The black haired boy looked levelly at Psyche. "Fine. We're hoping to get the Sword of Salvation once you destroy the obstacle."
Psyche stared at him, disbelief etching his features. "You're joking, right?" He laughed loudly. "You can't get that. Well, you can but do you know how long it's going to take? There is a temple beneath that stone you talk of. You have to go through it WITHOUT getting yourself killed before you can get the stone. You won't make it; no one has."
"How can that be when no one has tried it?" Ryo countered sharply.
"It's been tried, Akiyama." Psyche responded just as coldly. "Everyone who has tried it has been killed. The stone reappears after that person has been killed. It never leaves permanently."
"Well, we're better then them." Kouji said, flicking a piece of hair from his eyes. "We can do it. I know we can."
"How touching. You actually have faith. More so false faith." Psyche sighed, waving his hand in the air. "Alright, we'll help you." He broke for a moment before continuing, "We won't go today. Tomorrow will be better since you want to have rest." He eyed them. "You all will stay here if we want to leave early tomorrow. We have plenty of rooms. Just don't take the two rooms at the end of the hall upstairs. Those are mine and Sprite's."
Kouji nodded shortly in thanks and came to a stand. The rest of the group did so as well, piling out of the room. Daisuke stopped at the frame of the entrance to the room they had just been it, resting against the wall. Yamato stopped and turned to him, looking at his cinnamon haired boy expectantly.
"Well?" Yamato drew out the word. "Are you coming?"
Daisuke looked up at the blonde vampire, rolling his eyes slightly. "I'll be right there. I just want to see something."
"Fine." Yamato turned and began to head up the stairs, saying over his shoulder. "I'll be waiting upstairs for you."
Daisuke turned around, poking his head over the corner and gazing back into the room they were in just moments before. He blinked in mild surprised upon what he saw: Psyche had Sprite pinned up against the couch. The boy looked quite uncomfortable but didn't say anything, just simply went limp in Psyche's arms as he planted a rough kiss on his lips. Daisuke frowned. He knew that some was going on between the two...just wasn't sure what it exactly was.
Daisuke jumped slightly when he felt a pair of hands clamp down on his waist. He twisted around, scowling when he saw that it was Taichi. The taller brown haired boy leaned over, grinning when he saw Psyche and Sprite.
He bent down towards Daisuke ear, whispering, "Now, if only you'd be that willing for Yamato."
The cinnamon haired boy shoved Taichi from him, folding his arms over his chest and glaring at the taller boy. "What do you want?"
"Nothing really." Taichi started towards him, backing him up against the wall and pinning him there with his arms. "I just want to see what Yamato sees in you, is all."
"What's that supposed to mean-mpft!" A pair of burning but surprisingly gentle lips on his own silenced Daisuke. He suddenly felt as if all his energy had been wiped from him and almost collapsed to his knees but Taichi's hand on his upper arm kept him up.
Taichi pulled away moments later, breathing deeply. Daisuke wiped his mouth, frowning deeply at the brown haired vampire before him. "What in HELL has gotten into you? I thought you didn't like me?"
"I don't." Taichi said softly, still grinning. "I told you I just wanted to see what Yamato saw in you." He leaned in for a moment before pushing himself away from him again by flattening his hands against the wall and taking a couple steps backwards. He looked at him for another second before turning and going down the hall, disappearing around a corner.
Daisuke stood there, staring at the place where Taichi had stood before shaking his head softly and climbing the stairs. He had his eyes on the ground, and when he reached the top stair he ran into something. Blinking, he looked up, meeting a pair of cold ice blue eyes. He was about to ask him what he was doing before he noticed the look of impeccable fury in those eyes.
"Yamato," Daisuke started slowly, already knowing the answer to the unasked question. "What's wrong?"
The blonde said nothing but lashed out, caught Daisuke's wrist and spun him around, dragging him down the hall. The goggled boy twisted desperately in the grasp, digging his heels into the wood floor and trying to halt himself but the blonde was too strong for him. He was thrown into a bedroom, the door slamming behind Yamato. Daisuke swallowed nervously as Yamato turned around, eyes narrowed and mouth twisted into one of anger. The blonde advanced on Daisuke.
"You are MINE." Yamato hissed, twisting his fingers into Daisuke's hair roughly. "Why can't you get that through your fucking head!?"
"I wasn't expecting it, Yamato." Daisuke said softly, trying to swallow his fear.
"I didn't see you pulling away," Yamato hissed, turning his back on Daisuke again and began to pace frantically around the room.
"Yamato, calm down." He watched as the blonde stopped and turned back to him again, laughing loudly.
"I'm not going to calm down, damnit!" Yamato snarled, seizing a fist full of Daisuke's hair again and yanking him back up against them. Daisuke held back a yelp, hot tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "What more do I have to do to make you see that you are...and always WILL be mine?"
Not expecting an answer, Yamato let go of his hair again before pushing him coarsely against the wall. Daisuke flinched when his back came in contact with it, knowing he was probably going to have a bruise there. With one hand Yamato took both of Daisuke's wrists and pinning them above his head. The cinnamon haired boy bit down on his lip, squirming around. He didn't like where this was going.
"Stop moving," Yamato growled, working on the buttons on the younger boys' shirt. "It's not going to help you."
"Don't do this." Daisuke said rashly, trying to get his hands lose from the vampire's grip. "Not when you're like this. Please."
Yamato ignored him, yanking off his shirt and let it slip from his fingers and fall to the floor. With his free hand, he pushed down on Daisuke's shoulders, bringing him down to the carpeted floor along with him. Yamato pushed on his chest, resting an unwilling Daisuke to the floor. Yamato let go of his wrists and Daisuke took his chance, pushing frantically at his chest and shoulders.
"STOP it, Yamato!" Daisuke cried, grabbing at his wrists but only had them yanked free. This was scaring him. The blonde had never been this rough with him.
Talented fingers marked a trail down Daisuke's neck and chest, leaving a path of invisible burning fire. Daisuke arched his back in pain, shutting his eyes tightly, tears becoming too much to hold for his eyes and spilling down his cheeks. He bit in a gasp when he felt Yamato thumbing open the button to his jeans. In a moments time he had shed the smaller boy of his clothes, leaving him completely vulnerable beneath the blonde vampire.
"Mine." Yamato murmured, digging his nails into Daisuke's slender thighs. "Always mine."
Daisuke bit down even harder on his lip, drawing a pinpoint of blood to it. He moaned reluctantly when a mouth found his throat, nibbling roughly on the sensitive flesh. There was a pause and Yamato pulled away again. Daisuke didn't open his eyes again but tilted his head to the side. He didn't want to see the blonde's face. Several seconds later he felt fingers pulling his head back to it's original place.
"Open your eyes." The blonde said softly, but his voice was cold. "I want you to see me."
Daisuke did so, noticing the vampire had shed his clothes and writhed some more in his grasp. "Let me go, damn you! You can't do this to me, Yamato!"
"I can do anything I want to you," Yamato grasped onto Daisuke's shoulders, lifting him upwards a bit. "You're mine."
Daisuke's eyes closed briefly before they opened again. He licked his dry, bloodied lips, trying his best to brace himself for what the blonde vampire had in store for him.
End Chapter Eleven.
End Notes: To lemon-ise? Or not to lemon-ise? That is the question. ^^;; Read and review, please.
Dark: o.O? Firefly-chan?
Firefly-chan: *Sniffs* What?
Dark: Nevermind...
Firefly-chan: Ahem. Anyway, yay! The next chapter is finally out! Sorry if it took awhile but I did have chapter eleven finished...but then I deleted it because I didn't like the outcome ^^;;. Okay, first off I'd like to say that this chapter is a lime. Yay. Fun.
Dark: Figures...
In Response to Reviews -
Dark Goddess - Plot twists are fuuuun. Oh, yes, Taichi's hatred for Dai-chan is slowly squishing into nothing. Wee. Fun.
Green, the fluffly bunny - *Sing-song voice* I'll never tell...
Taichi Ishida - Yup. It just gives you a cute little mental picture, doesn't it? ^_^
Belladonna Fait - Thank you =D.
PallaPalla - MUAH! *glomp* Thank you! And no, the whole gundam pilots thing wasn't meant to be funny but whatever keeps my reviewers amused ^_~.
Ages -
Sprite - 15
Psyche - 18 (My characters ^^;;)
All the rest are the same.
On with the chapter, Alice!
Dark: My name isn't Alice, Firefly-baka.
Firefly-chan: Er, on with the chapter, Dark!
Satan in Satin
Chapter Eleven
By Firefly-chan
Ryo watched with amused eyes as Daisuke was dragged off, suppressing the urge to grin. He turned his gaze back to Yamato whom was staring back at him levelly. Ryo casually leaned back in his chair, arching an eyebrow upwards. "Is he yours?"
Yamato's eyes narrowed dangerously into slits, and he titled his head slightly to the side. "Hai."
The spiky brown haired boy suppressed the urge to snicker and muttered under his breath, "Touché..."
Kouji rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair. "Are we going to get to the main point here or not?"
"Now just a second, Kouji." Ryo said quickly, waving a finger in his face. "I'm not finished." He looked back to the blonde vampire. "He's human."
"Daisuke?" Ryo nodded. Yamato rolled his eyes and snapped, "So are you."
Ryo laughed shortly, leaning foreword again. "True." He lowered his voice, a smirk replacing the smile. "But I'm not sleeping with you."
"Back off, Ryo." Kouji growled, pulling on his companion's shirt, bringing him back in his chair. He didn't like the look of anger in Yamato's eyes...
Yamato stared at Ryo, eyes flashing. He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it as if he decided against it. He glanced over at Kouji, pointedly ignoring Ryo and ground out his words through clenched teeth, "Where. Is. The. Sword?"
Kouji drew out a long breath, rubbing a hand over his face. "Okay, okay." He tilted his head backwards, closing his eyes. "It rests in pair of supposed "haunted" woods at the very tip of Sapporo. The sword is in the ground in the very heart of the woods. Since it's 'haunted' no one of Sapporo has ever set foot in the woods. But if they did then they usually weren't searching for the sword since not many mortals know it exists. In the middle of the woods is a circle of very old looking oak trees. In the center of the oak trees is where you will need to find the sword...only there's one twist. The sword rests underground." He paused glancing at Yamato before continuing, "You will have to dig quite awhile before you come upon a square stone with different designs on top of it. Underneath the stone is where we will be lead to the sword."
"But how will you remove the stone?" Yamato asked after a moment.
A grin found it's way to Kouji's face. "How will you remove the stone? Ah, well, you can't simply lift it from its place since it stretches all the way to the ground. So that leaves no other option except to use..."
"Explosives!" Ryo cut in loudly, smiling widely.
"And.." Kouji continued.
"MORE explosives!" The other shouted, pumping his fist into the air.
"Yeah, but in order to use the explosives we'll need the help of two people." Kouji said softly, opening his eyes.
The smile fell from Ryo's face and he collapsed back in his chair with a groan, "Aw, Kouji! Not Sprite and Psyche!"
"Who?" Yamato asked with a weary sigh.
"Sprite Lapse and Psyche Malevi." Ryo grumbled, folding his arms over his chest. "They're damn good at explosives but I don't like them." He hesitated. "Wait, I take that back. Sprite is okay...when he's not around his Psyche. Otherwise he goes all silent and hangs on every word like he's afraid of him or something. Psyche...well, he's just an asshole. He's really antisocial and yells at Sprite a lot. Poor kid..."
Yamato shook his head, not really caring about the details. "Yeah, well, they'll get us the sword, won't they?"
The two nodded.
"Then we'll use them."
Ryo shrugged, sniffing, "Okay, you're the boss. But I still think we could do it by ourselves..." He smiled again, looking intently at the blonde vampire. "Now it's your turn. So, would you *please* tell us who the antichrist is?"
Yamato, imitating what Ryo had done previously, leaned foreword, pressing his hands against the table. His lips quirked slightly in a smug smirk, and he stopped when he was only inches from the younger boys' face. "Me."
Ryo's eyes widened slightly but his smile didn't falter. "You?"
Yamato nodded, backing up into his seat again. He didn't speak again until several moments later, "Why were you so eager to find out?"
Ryo shrugged and, with sarcasm dripping from his voice, said,"I don't know. We were just wondering, y'know, exactly WHO was going to destroy the world!"
Kouji glared at Ryo before he could say anything else, saving him from a punch in the face from the already angered vampire. The black haired boy ran a hand through his hair. "Okay. Before we start a fight or something let's get going. If you want Sprite and Psyche we'll--*I'll* have to go talk to them." He came to a stand. "Let's go get your friends..."
Ryo followed behind Kouji, muttering, "And loverboy."
***
"You can't do that."
"Yes, I can!"
"Takeru, you can't have six pairs in a five card game."
"...Oh, well, I didn't know that! I've never played poker before, Taichi."
Daisuke rolled his eyes, hitting his head against the table. Everything he and Takeru did Taichi had to object and say it was wrong. Couldn't they just play a simpler game...like hearts or something?
"Daisuke, its your turn." Taichi's voice cut in through his thoughts.
Daisuke lifted his head, suppressing a yawn. "Okay." He eyed the deck before him. "I'll play--"
"Are you guys ready to go?"
Takeru jumped in surprise, looking over at the Ryo, Kouji, and Yamato who had just arrived at the table. Daisuke nodded quickly, dropping his cars and coming to a stand. Taichi glared at him, taking the cards from Takeru's hands before gathering the other ones into a neat pile.
"Nice to know you had *fun*, Daisuke." Taichi mumbled, shoving the deck in his pocket.
"Where are we going?" Daisuke asked, ignoring Taichi's comment.
"To pick up a few people." Yamato answered softly, circling an arm around Daisuke's waist and drawing the smaller boy to him. Daisuke stiffened before sighing and relaxing, figuring it wasn't any use.
***
It didn't take them that long to get to Sprite's and Psyche's house in the Jeep. Ten minutes later they were pulling up besides a considerably large and nice looking house. It was dark so you couldn't really see anything and the lightly glowing street lamp beside the house wasn't much help either. Yamato pulled the keys from the engine, eyes lingering on the house a bit longer before turning towards the back where Ryo and Kouji were.
"Is this it?" He asked.
Ryo nodded, opening the car door and jumping out. "Yep. Not bad, ne?"
Daisuke blinked up at the house, stepping out beside Ryo. "It kind of reminds me of Yamato's mansion...only a bit smaller." He murmured, mainly to himself.
Ryo looked blankly at Daisuke for a short moment before shifting over to Kouji, leaning over towards him. "I suppose one of us should knock." He gave him a pointed look. "And it should be *you* since you get along with them better."
"Sprite is rather fond of you, Ryo." Kouji muttered, pushing past the brunette. "You just don't get along with Psyche."
"Who could!?" Ryo sniffed, leaning against the car.
Kouji rolled his eyes, stepping up towards the door. He stood there motionless for a moment before bringing up his hand and knocking on the large wood door. He shifted his weight from one foot to another, standing there without any answer from the inside of the house for a minute before the door slowly opened and a pair of mesmerizing gold eyes with blue flecks in them peaked out.
"Yes?" A light, airy voice asked.
Kouji scratched the back of his head, squinting his eyes slightly. "Eh, Sprite? This is Kouji. You remember me? Er, I'm here with Ryo and a few other friends; we need your help."
The door opened a bit wider revealing a slender, short looking boy with black hair spiked up in all different directions and golden highlights in the front. His tentative look grew into a wide grin. "Kouji! Dude! It's been...forever since I last saw you!" His smile faded then. "...But you guys came at a *really* bad time. Could you, um, come back later?"
Kouji glanced over his shoulder, receiving a short shake of the head from Yamato before turning back to the other boy. The black haired boy smiled sheepishly, shrugging. "No. Sorry. We really need your help, Sprite."
Sprite lowered his head, sighing heavily. "Fine. Come in. I'll go tell Psyche you're here." He looked up again, nibbling on his lower lip nervously before turning around and disappearing down the corner.
"What's his problem?" Daisuke asked as he entered the home, giving it a quick glance over. "He seemed really nervous."
"It's probably Psyche that is getting to him like this," Ryo muttered, leading the way through the halls. "He always has before."
Ryo pushed a large oak door open, sauntering into what appeared to be an average sized living room. A young man with short, messy brown hair and piercing blue eyes gave the six a withering glance. Sprite sat at his side, still looking rather nervous but a bit calmer. Daisuke raised his eyes to look at Ryo, noticing that he was glaring at the brown haired boy with such hatred it caused him to draw back a couple of steps.
"Ryo, Kouji," Psyche started slowly, sarcasm and venom dripping from his voice, "it's been so long."
"Yes, it has." Ryo said just as evenly.
Psyche gestured to the two couches in front of him. "Please, take a seat."
The six took a seat rather slowly. Daisuke found himself mashed between Takeru and Yamato on the first couch and scowled, shifting his weight uncomfortably. Taichi looked at the three, snickering silently to himself before going silent after receiving a icy glare from the cinnamon haired boy.
"So what is it that you need exactly?" Psyche asked, though his tone didn't seem all that interested.
Kouji ran his tongue over his lip, pausing in though before speaking slowly, "We want you to bomb something for us." Pause. "It's a large block of stone and in order to get what we want the block needs to be eliminated. Since we're not really capable of bombing without losing an arm or something..." Glare from Ryo. "we wanted to know if you would do it for us."
Psyche studied him intently, tilting his head to the side. Finally, after a few moments, he nodded idly, folding his hands into his lap. "Alright. We'll do it. But on one condition."
Ryo narrowed his eyes sharply. "And what's that?"
"You tell me what you're trying to achieve." He answered calmly.
Ryo shot up and was about to tell off Psyche but Kouji pulled him back down, shaking his slightly. The black haired boy looked levelly at Psyche. "Fine. We're hoping to get the Sword of Salvation once you destroy the obstacle."
Psyche stared at him, disbelief etching his features. "You're joking, right?" He laughed loudly. "You can't get that. Well, you can but do you know how long it's going to take? There is a temple beneath that stone you talk of. You have to go through it WITHOUT getting yourself killed before you can get the stone. You won't make it; no one has."
"How can that be when no one has tried it?" Ryo countered sharply.
"It's been tried, Akiyama." Psyche responded just as coldly. "Everyone who has tried it has been killed. The stone reappears after that person has been killed. It never leaves permanently."
"Well, we're better then them." Kouji said, flicking a piece of hair from his eyes. "We can do it. I know we can."
"How touching. You actually have faith. More so false faith." Psyche sighed, waving his hand in the air. "Alright, we'll help you." He broke for a moment before continuing, "We won't go today. Tomorrow will be better since you want to have rest." He eyed them. "You all will stay here if we want to leave early tomorrow. We have plenty of rooms. Just don't take the two rooms at the end of the hall upstairs. Those are mine and Sprite's."
Kouji nodded shortly in thanks and came to a stand. The rest of the group did so as well, piling out of the room. Daisuke stopped at the frame of the entrance to the room they had just been it, resting against the wall. Yamato stopped and turned to him, looking at his cinnamon haired boy expectantly.
"Well?" Yamato drew out the word. "Are you coming?"
Daisuke looked up at the blonde vampire, rolling his eyes slightly. "I'll be right there. I just want to see something."
"Fine." Yamato turned and began to head up the stairs, saying over his shoulder. "I'll be waiting upstairs for you."
Daisuke turned around, poking his head over the corner and gazing back into the room they were in just moments before. He blinked in mild surprised upon what he saw: Psyche had Sprite pinned up against the couch. The boy looked quite uncomfortable but didn't say anything, just simply went limp in Psyche's arms as he planted a rough kiss on his lips. Daisuke frowned. He knew that some was going on between the two...just wasn't sure what it exactly was.
Daisuke jumped slightly when he felt a pair of hands clamp down on his waist. He twisted around, scowling when he saw that it was Taichi. The taller brown haired boy leaned over, grinning when he saw Psyche and Sprite.
He bent down towards Daisuke ear, whispering, "Now, if only you'd be that willing for Yamato."
The cinnamon haired boy shoved Taichi from him, folding his arms over his chest and glaring at the taller boy. "What do you want?"
"Nothing really." Taichi started towards him, backing him up against the wall and pinning him there with his arms. "I just want to see what Yamato sees in you, is all."
"What's that supposed to mean-mpft!" A pair of burning but surprisingly gentle lips on his own silenced Daisuke. He suddenly felt as if all his energy had been wiped from him and almost collapsed to his knees but Taichi's hand on his upper arm kept him up.
Taichi pulled away moments later, breathing deeply. Daisuke wiped his mouth, frowning deeply at the brown haired vampire before him. "What in HELL has gotten into you? I thought you didn't like me?"
"I don't." Taichi said softly, still grinning. "I told you I just wanted to see what Yamato saw in you." He leaned in for a moment before pushing himself away from him again by flattening his hands against the wall and taking a couple steps backwards. He looked at him for another second before turning and going down the hall, disappearing around a corner.
Daisuke stood there, staring at the place where Taichi had stood before shaking his head softly and climbing the stairs. He had his eyes on the ground, and when he reached the top stair he ran into something. Blinking, he looked up, meeting a pair of cold ice blue eyes. He was about to ask him what he was doing before he noticed the look of impeccable fury in those eyes.
"Yamato," Daisuke started slowly, already knowing the answer to the unasked question. "What's wrong?"
The blonde said nothing but lashed out, caught Daisuke's wrist and spun him around, dragging him down the hall. The goggled boy twisted desperately in the grasp, digging his heels into the wood floor and trying to halt himself but the blonde was too strong for him. He was thrown into a bedroom, the door slamming behind Yamato. Daisuke swallowed nervously as Yamato turned around, eyes narrowed and mouth twisted into one of anger. The blonde advanced on Daisuke.
"You are MINE." Yamato hissed, twisting his fingers into Daisuke's hair roughly. "Why can't you get that through your fucking head!?"
"I wasn't expecting it, Yamato." Daisuke said softly, trying to swallow his fear.
"I didn't see you pulling away," Yamato hissed, turning his back on Daisuke again and began to pace frantically around the room.
"Yamato, calm down." He watched as the blonde stopped and turned back to him again, laughing loudly.
"I'm not going to calm down, damnit!" Yamato snarled, seizing a fist full of Daisuke's hair again and yanking him back up against them. Daisuke held back a yelp, hot tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "What more do I have to do to make you see that you are...and always WILL be mine?"
Not expecting an answer, Yamato let go of his hair again before pushing him coarsely against the wall. Daisuke flinched when his back came in contact with it, knowing he was probably going to have a bruise there. With one hand Yamato took both of Daisuke's wrists and pinning them above his head. The cinnamon haired boy bit down on his lip, squirming around. He didn't like where this was going.
"Stop moving," Yamato growled, working on the buttons on the younger boys' shirt. "It's not going to help you."
"Don't do this." Daisuke said rashly, trying to get his hands lose from the vampire's grip. "Not when you're like this. Please."
Yamato ignored him, yanking off his shirt and let it slip from his fingers and fall to the floor. With his free hand, he pushed down on Daisuke's shoulders, bringing him down to the carpeted floor along with him. Yamato pushed on his chest, resting an unwilling Daisuke to the floor. Yamato let go of his wrists and Daisuke took his chance, pushing frantically at his chest and shoulders.
"STOP it, Yamato!" Daisuke cried, grabbing at his wrists but only had them yanked free. This was scaring him. The blonde had never been this rough with him.
Talented fingers marked a trail down Daisuke's neck and chest, leaving a path of invisible burning fire. Daisuke arched his back in pain, shutting his eyes tightly, tears becoming too much to hold for his eyes and spilling down his cheeks. He bit in a gasp when he felt Yamato thumbing open the button to his jeans. In a moments time he had shed the smaller boy of his clothes, leaving him completely vulnerable beneath the blonde vampire.
"Mine." Yamato murmured, digging his nails into Daisuke's slender thighs. "Always mine."
Daisuke bit down even harder on his lip, drawing a pinpoint of blood to it. He moaned reluctantly when a mouth found his throat, nibbling roughly on the sensitive flesh. There was a pause and Yamato pulled away again. Daisuke didn't open his eyes again but tilted his head to the side. He didn't want to see the blonde's face. Several seconds later he felt fingers pulling his head back to it's original place.
"Open your eyes." The blonde said softly, but his voice was cold. "I want you to see me."
Daisuke did so, noticing the vampire had shed his clothes and writhed some more in his grasp. "Let me go, damn you! You can't do this to me, Yamato!"
"I can do anything I want to you," Yamato grasped onto Daisuke's shoulders, lifting him upwards a bit. "You're mine."
Daisuke's eyes closed briefly before they opened again. He licked his dry, bloodied lips, trying his best to brace himself for what the blonde vampire had in store for him.
End Chapter Eleven.
End Notes: To lemon-ise? Or not to lemon-ise? That is the question. ^^;; Read and review, please.