Fan Fiction ❯ Satoru Part 2 ❯ A Brand New Life ( Chapter 1 )

Satoru

 

Satoru looked around lost as he walked through the busy mass of the Tokyo train-station. Many faces passing him by, but no names to go with them, and it were too familiar. It wasn't the first time he'd felt like this, it was just like being in the, `home,' lonely. He kept walking, not looking where he was going, and it felt like the people were closing in on him, he was panicking and he didn't know why. Soon he ran into something hard, yet soft at the same time, and he knew it was a human being, most certainly male. Satoru hoped for a second that he would look up and see Miki, even though this person was definitely taller than Miki, if only by a little. “Hey, you gonna move our what asshole?” the voice was smooth yet rough at the same time and Satoru swallowed before glancing up, bright green and blue eyes starring back into his. A fine red eyebrow arched as he just starred up at the teen boy, fiery red hair the second feature he took notice to, and suddenly he was enraged, remembering what the boy had just said and he jumped away. They starred each-other down, before someone called out to the boy, a high pitched voice ending their starring contest, “Daisuke, bring your ass!”

 

December 13, 2021

Sk8er9: So...how do ya like Tokyo, I went there twice, it was boring to me.

 

Satoru: It's okay. My roommates are really cool. Daisuke's kinda pig-headed, Kouta is a pretty boy, and Shiori is a braniac. How are you digging my hometown?

 

Sk8er9: It's a real bore; I can barely stay awake during the day. The girls are kinda fake...but I'm not interested in the girls anyway.

 

“What are you up to Satoru?” Satoru glanced over his shoulder to see Daisuke standing behind the couch where he sat, the spiky-haired youth looking as dumb-founded as usual. He shrugged his shoulders before turning his attention back to his persocom, in his own world as the red-head hopped over the back of the couch and sat beside him. “Who are you chatting with?” blue eyes lifted as he noticed the slight shift of weight beside him, ameyst eyes scanning over the screen quickly, “a friend, why?” Daisuke shrugged softly before peering over his shoulder again, “where'd Shiori and Kouta go?” “Out to the store... something about needing whip-cream for a cake,” Satoru mumbled as he continued to type, eyes glued to the screen. Daisuke nodded quickly, sighing in hunger as his eyes slowly traveled from the screen to Satoru's neck, lingering there for a while without Satoru noticing.

 

Sk8er9: Mind elsewhere or is it just me?

 

Satoru: Just Daisuke. He just realized our roommates have been gone for an hour.

 

Sk8er9: Oh, I see. I'm loggin off for tonight anyway.

 

Satoru:

 

Sk8er9: hello?

 

Satoru: What's your name?

 

 

Satoru's eyes went wide as he felt lips gently graze his exposed neck, his head snapping up quickly to meet a very embarrassed Daisuke eye to eye. The red-head smiled uneasily as he turned away, “s-sorry...forgot where I was for a moment.” He arched an eyebrow as Satoru's hand slipped into his own and crystal blue lowered softly, Satoru's face bright red, “please...do it again.” He looked up embarrassed to see Daisuke blushing softly, opening his mouth to speak, before Shiori and Kouta came bursting into the door, chiming merrily, “We're Home!” Daisuke quickly stood, pulling his hand away and walking up to the boys as though nothing had happened, immediately questioning them about the secret cake they were baking without his knowledge. Satoru didn't even notice as the expected argument ensued, his mind lost in questions, `why did I say that?' He sighed as he stood, sticking his portable computer into his pocket as he walked around the couch and toward the kitchen. “I hope they got the curry,” Satoru groaned inwardly at the thought of no curry for his dinner as he opened a cabinet and began fishing through it, getting on the tips of his toes to feel around, but failing horribly. “Here,” Satoru plopped back onto his heels as Daisuke entered the kitchen, holding out a container of curry, and smiling his usual non-chalant way. Satoru took the plastic from the teen gently, nodding his thanks before Daisuke cleared his throat, blushing softly, “how about I help you out with dinner tonight.” “I can manage,” crystal orbs lit up softly as Daisuke sighed, usual smile returning, “Okay then...how about I just watch, would you mind? Cause Shiori and Kouta don't really like for me to watch them cook...and I've been thinking about learning for a while and I never did...” Satoru laughed softly as he rattled on nervously, the usually cocky teen acting like a lost boy, he had always thought of himself as the hyper one, but the way the red-head went on, it seemed otherwise. He then arched his brows angrily, “hey...were you in my candy stash today?!” blue eyes narrowing. Daisuke quickly snapped out of his maze of words to growl angrily, “why the hell would I want your nasty candy, it rots your teeth!” “Why don't you tell me motor mouth!” Satoru barked back, face red. “BAKA!” “ASS!” “We'll be back later, don't wait-up,” Kouta's voice chimed before the front door slammed and both teens just starred each-other down.

 

 

Satoru whimpered softly as Daisuke's lips skated over his jaw-line, the red-head moving to gently suckle on his neck as he slid his hand into the front of blue boxers. Daisuke moaned as Satoru's hand grabbed his manhood, panting softly as skilled hands began to stroke him gently, trailing kisses back to bruised lips. Blue eyes followed hazily as Daisuke broke the kiss, sitting up on his heels, Satoru whimpering at the loss of his friend's body heat. Daisuke smirked down at the flustered form of the blue-haired teen softly, before moving to the edge of his bed and grabbing the waistband of his boxers. Satoru rolled onto his side as he watched Daisuke clumsily remove his boxers, blushing at how smooth the sculpted body before him looked, his erection twitching as Daisuke glanced over his shoulder, smirking, as his words slurred slightly, “aren't ya gonna take off your clothes too...we can't do it if you still have clothes on.” Satoru nodded in embarrassment before sitting up wobbly, pulling his shirt over his head, he couldn't believe it, just an hour ago they had been biting each-other's heads off, he didn't even get to finish diner, and now he was in his friend's room, getting ready to have drunken sex with him. It was almost like with Miki except for the alcohol, but he wasn't thinking about Miki, not anymore, not after he abandoned all those bad memories, he didn't even notice as Daisuke laid him back onto his bed, sliding his jeans down his legs taking his underwear with it. He swallowed hard as his friend settled between his legs, pecking him on the lips softly as he spread his legs, “you're so pretty Satoru...”slurred words skating across his lips. Satoru watched as Daisuke sat on his heels, spitting into his palm before running his hand over his shaft, which glistened in the dim light of the room, `he's...big!' Daisuke blushed as he placed two fingers into his mouth, wetting them thoroughly before lowering his hand between Satoru's legs. Blue eyes squeezed tightly as he felt a slick finger slide inside of him, biting his lip so he wouldn't scream out, `come on Satoru...no backing out now...you started it!' He inhaled sharply as he felt another finger join the first, twisting and shoving deeper, tears squeezing from the corners of his eyes. Daisuke moaned softly at the sight before him, guessing he was stretched enough as he removed his fingers, grabbing soft thighs and lifting, resting them on his hips. “Wait…what about a condom?” Satoru opened his eyes as he felt Daisuke lean over him, his erection pressed at his entrance, and then blinding white pain filled his eyes and ears as what felt like a huge member shoved inside of him. What only could be described as a horrifying scream raked his body as the red-head starred at him in horror, “oh shit...that was too fast.” But Satoru couldn't hear him as he pulled away, which was a horrible idea as he heard his flesh rip in his own ears, his eyes wide open as Daisuke gently kissed him on the corner of his mouth, his buzz almost completely gone. “I-it hurts Dai...” he whimpered as the red-head just kept his position, calming him with his breathing, “Relax...just relax...it'll make it better, I promise.” Satoru nodded, swallowing tears as he felt Daisuke sit back up slowly, the slight motion shooting pain up his spine. “Ow...” he clenched softly, “relax...or it will hurt even worse.” Blue eyes closed softly as he willed himself to relax, biting his lip as he felt Daisuke pull out slowly, before going back in, just as slow, trying not to hurt him. The red-head moaned softly at the tight heat, and even though Satoru couldn't see it, he could tell he was bleeding, the wetness beneath his backside told him so. The pain subsided slightly as the pace increased ever so slowly, and he found himself moaning softly with the fluid motions of the staff sliding in and out of him. And then Daisuke's manhood brushed against something deep inside of him that made him cry out in pleasure, his back arching. He whimpered softly as Daisuke kissed him, thrusting harder, purring softly, his erection jumping with life. Their soft moans and pants filled the room as the bed creaked beneath them, sweat covering their heated forms. “See-aah not-so...bad, ne, unh...” Daisuke grunted as Satoru whimpered softly, holding onto him tightly, ignoring the rough thrusts his friend was making and only enjoying the sensation, hands gripping his hips tightly. He came quickly, inexperience claiming his lust racked body, moaning loudly as Daisuke continued to ram into him, lucky their friends had left or they would have surely heard the squeaky mattress rocking mercilessly. It wasn't long before Daisuke came, crumpling on top of his friend exhaustedly, eyes closed in sleep. Satoru panted softly as Daisuke lay between his thighs, still within him, but all he could do was fall asleep as well, the smell of alcohol lulling him to sleep.

 

Blue eyes opened softly only to shut back when met with the glare of the sun, Satoru groaned softly, rolling onto his side. His eyes popped open when he realized he wasn't in his bed, and that he had just come face to face with a sleeping Daisuke. He shot up strait as the night before flashed through his mind, which proved to be a bad idea as pain shot up his spine. Satoru whimpered as he laid back down, `stupid. stupid. Stupid.' He starred at his friend's face again before lifting the sheets and peering down, it looked like he'd been cleaned up, but no boxers or other covering but the clean white sheets surrounding them. `He must have gotten up last night and changed the sheets,' he smiled softly before looking at the red head who merely yawned and flipped over onto his side, pulling the fresh sheets over his head. Satoru sighed as he slowly scooted to the edge of the crisp bed, standing when his feet touched the ground, “hey!” He almost bit his tongue in shock before turning around angrily, “what the hell is wrong with you?!” Daisuke starred at him angrily from his sitting position in his bed, before smirking softly, “you're a good lay for a loud-mouth.” Satoru was about to jump onto him and give him the wailing of his life but decided against it, smirking as well, “and you're not too bad yourself, you know, for a retard.” Daisuke suddenly went red with rage but could only stare on angrily as Satoru laughed his way out of his room and down the hall.

 

December 24, 2021

Satoru: You never did tell me your name.

 

Sk8er9: I prefer to keep it a secret.

 

Satoru: Oh...well merry Christmas.

 

Sk8er9: It's not Christmas yet.

 

Satoru: Well I wanted to be the first to tell you.

 

Sk8er9: My girlfriend wouldn't appreciate that much.

 

Satoru: Girlfriend?

 

Sk8er9: My parents set me up with her, I don't like her at all though...she's really boring, and she's missing parts I like, huge breasts though.

 

Satoru: I see...have you two?

 

Sk8er9: I'm still waiting for you.

 

Satoru: ...

 

Sk8er9: I want to see you...I think I love you...is that dumb or what?

 

Satoru: Merry Christmas.

 

 

Satoru coughed softly as Daisuke took a deep drag of his cigarette right beside him, glaring at the red head angrily, “you can kill your self with that cylinder of death but don't smoke near me asshole.” Daisuke merely hissed at him before walking off and around the corner, Satoru sighed in relief as he shoved his hands into his uniform pockets, leaning against the wall of the restaurant, `I swear...if it wasn't for the sex I would have killed him already.' He exhaled deeply, white blocking his vision as his breath met chilled air, turning quickly to meet eye to chin with the red head, who just seemed to radiate heat. Daisuke smiled at him softly, ameyst eyes dancing, “cold?” “Duh, I like to stand outside in thirty degree weather without a coat; it's a fucking desert out here!” Satoru barked before he felt arms wrap around him drawing him in, “next time...bring a coat,” and for a second he thought he heard genuine concern in Daisuke's voice. He looked up, blushing softly to see Daisuke pull away and head toward the back entrance, “break's over?” “Nope...I smell fish,” Daisuke's reply only enraged him as he sniffed his clothes, “it's not me baka!”

 

“Sato-chan...don't look but that guy over there, at table five, he keeps looking at you,” Shiori whispered into his ear, blue orbs going wide, “really...why?” Shiori shrugged before turning away and walking through the gate and into the restaurant, “why don't you serve him?” Satoru inhaled deeply, it wasn't unusual that once in a while someone noticed him, but it freaked the hell out of him. He turned and placed a few orders on the counter, his eyes meeting with the char-coal of an on looker. A man, possibly in his twenties was starring right at him, smirking softly in expensive clothes, running a hand through spiked raven locks. Satoru blushed deeply; he was no where near hideous, turning quickly and meeting Daisuke's blank expression. Their eyes were locked for what seemed like an eternity before the red-head turned away, brushing him off. Blue-eyes narrowed in spite as his somewhat-lover gave him the cold shoulder; he stomped up to him angrily, grabbing his arm. “What?” came Daisuke's cool response to his anger, Satoru's heart sunk as Daisuke eyed him coolly before pulling away, “I don't care what you do...it's not like we go out or anything.” Blue eyes shook gently as he starred at him, unbelieving, so many questions but he couldn't think of one, he lowered his head slightly before forcing a non-chalant smirk across his lips, hiding the forming tears, “kami you're pathetic, I was just about to tell you to get table eight, but...” He lifted his head, eyes dancing as he smiled softly, “since you seem so interested in my private matters...do you think he's my type?” Daisuke looked shocked as he span on his heels and headed toward the service gate, inhaling deeply, `I hope you know what you're doing Satoru,' Satoru thought to himself as he neared the table, eyes closed. He gasped, eyes popping open as he smacked right into his target's chest. The raven haired man smiled down at him lustfully before slipping a piece of paper into his pocket, patting it softly, “call me sometime koibito.” Satoru blushed deeply as he passed, brushing against him purposely, his hand slipping into his pocket and pulling out the paper, it was a paper with his number wrapped around a tip, of who-knows how much, reading, “get yourself something nice with it.” He arched an eyebrow, first in confusion before reaching back into his pocket and pulling out a credit card, “wow.” He starred ahead to see he had already left, a small smile gracing his lips, “well-well, out with the old and in with the new.” Satoru blushed softly as he remembered what he said, `h-he called me lover,' he turned to see Daisuke cheerily flirting with an obviously bashful school boy who just blushed furiously, his teeth grating. Squeezing the money in his hand his growled angrily, `that's much better than a piece of crap like you Daisuke!!!'

 

 

A loud moan echoed through the bathroom as Satoru fisted his hands in Daisuke's wet hair, eyes squeezing closed as Daisuke's mouth closed over his erection, the red-head completely submerged in the chest-high water. He whimpered softly as he felt a skilled tongue run over his length, biting his lip in pleasure as Daisuke sucked him, his knees spreading as far as the tub would allow. His knuckles turned white as his hands tightened, slipping down further as he felt his gut clench, his seed coating his friend's throat. Daisuke popped up breathlessly, shaking the water from his hair, “that took forever, I thought I was gonna drown.” Satoru starred off blankly as he regained his composer, his breathing ragged, he barely even noticed as Daisuke leaned between his thighs hovering over him. He turned his head to the side as the red-head tried to kiss him, Daisuke growled angrily, shoving away from him, “what?!” Satoru narrowed him eyes at him before slipping under the water, popping back up to see Daisuke smirking at him, “that boy from the dinner today...you think he'd have a three-some with me?” Satoru snorted angrily, “you and who?” “Me and you of course...unless you have other arrangements,” Daisuke smiled as he ran two hands through his hair, “like with that guy at the diner.” “Maybe I do...so?” Satoru barked, standing up quickly, “at least he isn't a jerk.” “All you're worth is a good jerk!” Daisuke yelled back, hands grasping the sides of the tub, “I've had better with a whore.” Blue eyes narrowed angrily as Satoru stepped out of the tub, starring the fuming red-head down, “I hate you.” He turned around, grabbing his towel as he headed for the door, tears gathering in his eyes as he tied it around his waist. “Don't,” he gasped as a hand held the door closed, stopping in his tracks, his head turning to meet Daisuke in a surprised yet hungry kiss. Satoru squeezed his eyes closed as he was pressed against the door, Daisuke's mouth devouring his greedily, “why...” he could only squeak as the red-head broke the kiss, pulling away. He was answered as Daisuke grabbed his rear, lifting him and turning until he was sitting on the bathroom counter, whispering heated words against his lips. His towel fell apart with Daisuke's steady hand motions, wet palms running along equally wet thighs, “I still hate you...” was all he could manage as Daisuke pushed him against the fogged mirror, kissing him again, harder. “Don't leave me,” his eyes went wide at the red-head's words before he felt Daisuke enter him in one solid motion, biting back a whimper.

 

“Get out,” Satoru growled softly as Daisuke lit up a cigarette, naked back resting against the head-board of the messy bed, burying his face in his pillow before continuing, “if you're gonna smoke.” Daisuke snorted at him before outing the cigarette and turning to his right side, resting his feet on the ground, “do you think Shiori and Kouta know what's been going on between us?” “I don't know...what `is' going on between us?” Satoru mumbled, turning his head to the side to see Daisuke stand up, wrapping his towel around his waist. He pushed himself up onto his elbows as he walked toward the door before being met by a triumphant smirk, “See you in the morning koibito.” Satoru blushed softly as he watched Daisuke open his door, light spilling into the once dark room, and then it was dark again in the blink of an eye, “he better give me a present.”

 

February 19, 2022

Sk8er9: I never expected you to be a two man guy Satoru.

 

Satoru: neither did I.

 

Sk8er9: Are you gonna choose one?

 

Satoru: how's your girlfriend?

 

Sk8er9: She dumped me when I refused to sleep with her.

 

Satoru: Oh I see.

 

Sk8er9: You know...I'm still waiting for you.

 

Satoru: uh...gotta go, bye.

 

 

“Here ya go,” Crystal orbs went wide as a present slid before him, across the table, “wow, is this for me Ichi...you shouldn't have. I can't accept this.” “No...I insist, take it...it's yours,” charcoal eyes bore into him as he starred at the present, glancing up nervously, “I-I'll save it for home.” Ichi smiled at him warmly, eyes grazing the soft lips of the teen before him, “that's what I like about you...meek, like a lamb.” Satoru blushed at what he took as a compliment, clearing his throat, “t-thanks...I guess.” “So...what would you like to order, I recommend the shrimp,” Ichi smiled, eyes meeting with Satoru's, his leg brushing against the legs of his date. Satoru gasped at the sudden intrusion before brushing it off, but he could only do so for so long as the leg inched its way up, until it was lodged between his thighs. He swallowed softly, frightened that someone would look over and know what was going on, his eyes darting from side to side. Ichi bit his tongue as he played with the boy before him, his head full of ideas, about the many ways and places he could have him.

 

“Where have you been?” Satoru almost had a heart attack as he walked through the front door, the gleam of a lit cigarette alerting him that it was no-one but Daisuke. The red head sat on the arm of the living room couch, eyeing Satoru in the darkness, “I was out with Ichi for your information.” “Oh, so when are you gonna tell him that you're not interested…when he buys you a house,” Daisuke smirked watching as Satoru rolled his eyes and headed up the stairs, “whore.” “Shut up Daisuke,” Satoru sneered as he continued up the stairs, ignoring the brooding teen who shot up from the couch and followed him up the stairs angrily. “So, what kind of a slut are you? Do you get paid for your services?” Daisuke barked as he grabbed Satoru's wrist, Satoru pulling away with a yank, “why don't you tell me Daisuke?” “You're worthless,” Daisuke hissed as Satoru stomped off, before following behind him, “what, you think you can walk away from this argument?” Satoru stopped in his track, turning to Daisuke angrily, “you know what Daisuke, I'm tired of you, and the arguments and everything. All we do is fight and fuck. Is that all you want from me? Well I'm tired of it; I want someone who treats me like a lover, not a playmate.” He didn't even give Daisuke time to react as he walked into his room, slamming the door. Blue eyes widened as Daisuke burst into his room, grabbing his shoulders tightly, “don't walk away from me.” “I just did,” Satoru barked before Daisuke hugged him tightly, burying his head in his neck, “I don't want you to hate me Satoru. I don't want you to leave me for someone else. You're the closest thing to a friend I've ever had I want you to stay my lover, I can't stand the thought of anyone else having you,” Satoru placed two hands on Daisuke's chest, pushing out of his embrace, “you should find someone else for that Daisuke.” Even though Satoru couldn't see the hurt in his face he knew it was there as Daisuke shrank away from him, “I'd rather we start over, just as friends. Maybe that would be easier for both of us.”