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Friday, November 24, 2006
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Goodnight everybody... I'm tired. Sweet yaoi dreams to everybody. ^^
 
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Thursday, November 23, 2006
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So!... How was everybody's Thanksgiving breakfast, Lunch, and/or dinner? Mine was good. I guess I have a lot to be thankful for. What about you peoples?
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Wednesday, November 22, 2006
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Goodnight everybody... >_< *yawns*
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Hey... this is sooooo funny!!!!! I t could keep you entertained for hours on end I bet.
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Monday, November 20, 2006
 music, anyone?????
hello... Does anybody know how to add music to the site? Not MIDIs that is.
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Sunday, November 19, 2006
cool... what's yours?
Goodnight everybody. Love to yaoi, and sweet dreams...
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cool...
K... the girl part is a little weird, but wow... my brother is really cute!!!!!
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Friday, November 17, 2006
Heeeellooooo
Hi there everybody. Today was long, but good; much happened, but I fell asleep. Anyway, this weekend will be good for sure though. A friend of mine and I are going to spend the night at another friend of mine's house for band practice. We have a show pretty soon, so yeah, that is sure to be quite fun. ^^ Any hooooo... here are a few more pics, anybody checked out the fan fics or websites?
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Thursday, November 16, 2006
Hey
Hello everyone, has anybody read the fanfics yet, read, read, please read, they're super good. I didn't WRITE THEM, THEY'RE FROM TAIDAI.GOGGLELOVE.NET!!!!! Anyway, they're extreme yaoi, not hard, well... Sweet Sixteen is a little hard. Not that you mind I'm sure. ^-^ I don't typically like hard, but... this is different, its Taisuke! Anyway, so yeah, read and enjoy! I did. (pics from Narutoyaoi.com [its in Spanish])
^-^ Oh, and here's another website with some really good pics, I'll also get some pics from here too http://members.fortunecity.com/gomamon462/id405.htm.
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Tuesday, November 14, 2006
another...
Here's the sequel to Burnt Marshmallows, from the same site.
Sweet Sixteen:
"Once upon a dream," the blonde girl on screen said in English.
Daisuke mouthed the words back slowly, trying to pronounce them right under his breath. He liked the way that sounded, even if it was a funny language.
As the animated characters danced through the forest, singing, Daisuke exhaled slowly. Okay, so he'd been a little skeptical when their English teacher decided that they should watch some children's movies in English to learn better pronunciation. And he'd been even more skeptical when she pulled out "Sleeping Beauty".
Now, however, as most of the boys in the class dozed off and the girls passed notes, Daisuke found himself focused on the screen, chin in his hands and elbows on his desk. He'd understood almost all of the dialogue, which he hoped meant he'd pass the upcoming English exam. But most of all, he found himself admitting (grudgingly) that he was enjoying the story.
'It's kinda romantic,' Daisuke thought, sighing. 'They're fated to be together and stuff. And they fall in love right away.' He felt himself blush and he glanced around the room, suddenly wondering if anyone in his class had ESP. This would be the worst possible moment to have his thoughts read. When he saw that no one was even looking at him he turned back to the screen and grinned again. 'Yeah, it's kinda romantic.'
"Psst," Takeru's voice came from behind him.
Daisuke reluctantly pulled his gaze from the screen and turned, giving Takeru an annoyed look. What if he missed something?
"About tonight?" Takeru asked quietly, trying not to catch the teacher's attention.
'Tonight?' Daisuke felt that goofy grin spread over his face again. 'Tonight's the night I've been dreaming of.'
Takeru made a face and waved a hand in front of Daisuke.
"Um," Daisuke finally mumbled, "What about it?"
"We should leave school right away. You don't have cleaning duty, right?"
Daisuke shook his head. He wouldn't have done it anyway. It was his birthday, and he was a firm believer in not doing anything horrible like cleaning on his birthday.
"Great," Takeru said, grinning widely. "Then we can go to Oniichan's right away."
Nodding, Daisuke turned back to the screen and sighed. He was also a firm believer that you should always avoid talking about Yamato to Takeru, and visa versa. He'd found that in the last few months he just really didn't want to see the weird looks they got on their faces, or hear the mushy stuff they said. 'Jun and me are never like that,' he thought, slowly focusing back on the film. 'Wouldn't wanna be, either. Too weird.'
On screen the prince and Aurora were dancing. Daisuke sighed happily again, letting himself be pulled back into the film.
***
Yamato's apartment was always spotless, but Daisuke was surprised when he stepped through the doorway and saw balloons and streamers. He'd decorated. Kicking his shoes off and following Takeru and Hikari into the apartment, he felt himself grin. This was way better than he expected already.
"Oniichan! We're here!" Takeru called, quickly going into the kitchen.
"Niichan!" Hikari exclaimed happily as she entered the living room. "You're here early. Did you skip school?"
"Only a little," Taichi said, smirking from his place on the couch.
Daisuke entered the living room and felt his stomach flip flop. There he was. "H-hi, Taichi-senpai."
"Hey, it's the birthday boy." Taichi grinned at him. It was the same grin he always gave him.
Biting his lower lip, Daisuke glanced around the room, looking for any festively wrapped boxes that might be lying around. He didn't see any. Were they hidden? Or was he not getting any gifts?
Taichi arched an eyebrow at him. "Festive, huh? Yamato's been at it all day." He looked up at a balloon and shook his head. "I told him you're turning sixteen, not six, but he insisted."
"It's okay!" Daisuke smiled. "I like balloons."
"Okay, it just has to cool," Yamato said, walking into the living room and wiping his hands on his apron. Takeru followed on his heels. "And the pizza will be arriving soon."
"Pizza?" Daisuke perked up. "You ordered pizza?"
"Well, we couldn't have just cake, and I didn't want to have to make dinner as well as that." Yamato settled in an armchair and Takeru sat on the arm.
"You're baking a cake?!" Daisuke asked, his eyes huge. "Wow! A real cake?!"
Yamato stared at him for a long moment. "Well, yes. Taichi wanted to have your party here, because then I could bake. You didn't know?"
Daisuke felt his face grow warm. 'This was Taichi-senpai's idea? I thought it was Takeru's.' He looked over his shoulder to see Taichi shift uncomfortably. Daisuke grinned. 'He's embarrassed.' "Well um... thanks!"
Shaking his head, Yamato got up to go back to the kitchen. "Takeru, help me clean up?"
"Sure, Oniichan!"
Once the two blond boys were out of the room, Hikari settled into an oversized armchair across from Taichi. Daisuke sat on the other end of the couch from the older boy, leaving the required foot of space between them. It was another one of their unspoken rules. He wasn't sure who'd come up with them in the first place, or if it had been mutual, but they never sat too close to each other.
"Hikari, c'mon, you don't hafta sit all the way over there. Anyway, you know Yama and Takeru'll wanna share that chair," Taichi said. He shifted to the middle of the couch so that Hikari could sit on his other side.
Daisuke felt his entire body tense. Taichi was right next to him. Taichi's arm brushed against his and he felt a shiver go down his spine. 'What about the rule?! I thought we had a rule! We're not supposed to-'
"You don't mind, right?" Taichi asked, smiling at Daisuke. This wasn't the same grin he always gave him. This was a smile. This was something special.
Feeling himself melt into a pile of goo, Daisuke sighed happily. "Sure... I mean no... I mean... it's fine..." He wanted to nod, but it was hard to nod when your entire body was a puddle on the cushion. 'I hope I don't stain... I wonder if I can be cleaned out of cloth. Yamato-san'll be angry if I leave stains...'
Hearing Hikari giggle was enough to make himself come back to reality. Taichi was giving him a funny look, Hikari looked like she thought he was funny, and he knew he had to say something to break it up before his big secret was out. After all, he had to admit that in private!
In his mind, he imagined Taichi and himself in a darkened room, fingers entwined. His lips moved slowly, whispering the words. 'I love you.' And Taichi would grin that crooked grin he got when he was openly affectionate, and say it back. And then they would kiss.
Hikari giggled again. 'Oh, no! Gotta say something! Being too obvious! Looking like a freak isn't gonna make him want me! Gotta say something... gotta say...' "Don't you think Takeru and Yamato-san are weird?!" he asked a touch too loudly, saying the first thing on his mind.
Taichi's lips quirked into a smirk. "Well-"
"What do you mean?" Hikari asked, leaning forward. "Do you think there's something wrong?"
The smirk on Taichi's lips quickly disappeared and he shook his head, as if he suddenly remembered that his little sister was right there. "What'cha mean, Dai?"
Unable to think of a coherent response at the sound of Taichi shortening his name, Daisuke just opened and closed his mouth repeatedly. 'Dai?! Wha... why's he calling me that all of a sudden?! I gotta say something back! Otherwise I'll really look dumb!' "I mean they're always really clingy! Brothers aren't supposed to be that clingy, right?"
Pursing his lips as if he was trying not to laugh, Taichi shrugged, and gave Daisuke a look that meant he would explain it later.
Hikari just looked more confused. "But that's not weird, is it? They didn't get to grow up together, so they enjoy being around each other more. Right, niichan?" Hikari cocked her head at her older brother, giving him a small frown of concern.
Nodding quickly, Taichi grinned at her reassuringly. "Yeah, 'course! Dai's just crazy, right, Dai?" Taichi turned and gave Daisuke a teethy 'I'll kill you if you don't agree right now and never bring this up again' smile.
Daisuke's eyes widened and he nodded quickly. "Yep! I'm crazy. Real crazy. You know, teenage boy and all, all those hormones!" He laughed nervously. "They mess with your brain and stuff!"
Hikari giggled again. Daisuke was beginning to hate her giggles. But when he noticed the glazed over look on Taichi's face, he quickly forgot all about her. He licked his lips quickly as his gaze met with Taichi's.
"Hormones, huh?" The older boy asked, eyes half shut, voice low and rough.
'That's how he sounded then... only his voice is so much lower now. It's nice. Wish he'd say my name like that...' Daisuke felt his face warm with a blush, but he didn't care.
"Ah-HEM," Yamato's voice came from the other side of the room.
Daisuke frowned slightly. He didn't want to break the gaze with Taichi. This was the first time they'd really looked at each other in at least a year. He wanted to savor it.
"Pervert," Yamato mumbled, digging his elbow into the top of Taichi's head.
The older boy winced and finally broke his gaze with Daisuke to give Yamato a dirty look. "What's that for?!"
"Oh, you know what it's for," Yamato said sharply.
Daisuke looked down quickly, deciding it was safer to stare into his own lap than look anywhere else. Then he jumped, shifting, trying to hide the obvious bulge that had suddenly appeared in the crotch of his pants. Once it was less noticeable he looked up again, hoping no one had noticed. Luckily for him, Yamato and Taichi were too busy squabbling to have seen anything. He hoped.
"Oniichan!" both Takeru and Hikari yelled at the same time. "Stop it!"
Taichi and Yamato stopped and laughed, realizing that they were once again about to start a fight over nothing.
Daisuke sighed. Suddenly he felt like an outsider. That happened a lot. He shifted again, looking around the room. Yamato and Taichi were best friends. Takeru and Hikari were their younger siblings. He was just a friend. And who's friend? Takeru's? They weren't that close. Hikari? He'd had such an obvious crush on her before that things were still awkward between them. He still regretted that phase of acceptance. Trying that hard to be straight and get a cute girlfriend was a really bad idea.
So was he Yamato and Taichi's friend? Yamato thought of him as a little brother. Daisuke wrinkled his nose glancing between the two blond boys. 'I hope he doesn't think of me as a little brother the same way he thinks of Takeru. I don't think I wanna do whatever it is they do.' Grinning just slightly, he looked to Taichi. 'I'm Taichi-senpai's friend, right? Or does he just think of me as a kid? ...No, no way! Not after what we went through. Not after what we did. Anyway, after tonight... I won't have to worry about that anymore!'
A sudden rapping at the door made Daisuke jump. Yamato went to answer it, and everyone moved back to their seats. Daisuke wondered who it was. After all, no one else was coming, right? It was too early for the pizza. The party had been Takeru's idea... no, now he knew it had been Taichi's idea, and he was almost certain that the older boy only invited this small group.
"I'm sorry I'm so late," a soft spoken alto voice said from the doorway.
Daisuke perked up, grinning widely. Here was the person that would keep him from being a fifth wheel! Jumping up from the couch, Daisuke ran to the door to see his indigo haired friend carefully pulling his shoes off. "Ken!"
Looking up and grinning, Ken replied, "Daisuke. I was telling Yamato-san, I'm very sorry that I'm late, but my mother-"
Daisuke shook his head quickly, cutting Ken off. "I didn't even know you were coming! Cool! Yamato-san made a cake," he said, wide eyed, as if the older boy wasn't standing right next to him. This tended to happen when Daisuke was around his best friend. They became engrossed in a world all their own, and only one person could pull Daisuke out of it. "Plus they ordered pizza! I hope there's enough."
"There'll be plenty," Taichi's rough but soft around the edges voice came from behind him. "I made sure we ordered enough."
Daisuke tensed, the world snapping back into place as quickly as it had faded. He pulled gaze from Ken easily and turned to smile at Taichi. "Thanks, Taichi-senpai!"
Behind him, Ken sighed and stepped into the hallway, handing Yamato a box. "My mother insisted that I bring something, but she knows your cooking is excellent, so... she forced this on me."
Daisuke turned his head just a bit, refusing to pull away from Taichi completely, only to see Ken hand Yamato a large box. "Whassat?"
"Oh, no," Yamato groaned. "Quick, take it and dump it outside somewhere! Throw it away! Just get it out!"
But it was too late. Taichi had already reached over - his arm brushing Daisuke's cheek in its quick movement, making Daisuke blush - and yanked the box away. "Hey, Twister!"
Hikari and Takeru peeked around the corner curiously. Daisuke shrugged at them. He had no idea what this 'Twister' thing was. But if Taichi liked it, it must be something cool!
Yamato moaned unhappily. "Taichi, you're too big to play it! Just put... the game... down."
"Game?" Daisuke peered at the box. "What kinda game?"
Taichi had been looking down at the box, but his eyes moved up just enough to catch Daisuke's gaze. He smirked. "You haven't played Twister before?"
"No! Daisuke, please! Tell him no!" Yamato's horror was obvious.
"What's wrong, Oniichan?" Takeru approached the group that was still, for some reason, in the hallway.
"Ken brought this." Yamato pointed to the box in disgust, as if Ken were a cat that had brought in a dead squirrel.
Ken blushed and reached up, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "I'm sorry, I didn't know..."
"Ooh!" Takeru smiled widely. "I haven't played this since we were little, Oniichan!"
Hikari had soon crossed the floor and also let out a pleased noise.
Daisuke pouted. "Hey! Am I the only one here that doesn't know what this is?"
Taichi chuckled, the noise sent shivers down Daisuke's spine. "It's a game. You have this mat," he said, pointing at the picture. "And you put your hands and feet on the circles. Then somebody spins this thing, and wherever the little arrow lands, that's what you gotta do. Like if it says 'right hand blue' then you gotta put your right hand on a blue circle. The point is that everybody ends up tripping over everybody else, and it's really hard to stay up."
Daisuke nodded, blushing faintly. He felt stupid to have something that everyone else obviously knew so much about explained to him. At the same time, it felt wonderful to hear that gentle tone that his senpai always got when he was teaching him something. Daisuke smiled. "Sounds like fun!"
"You'll fall," Takeru said, sounding amused. "Your balance is terrible."
"Takeru-kun," Hikari said, giving him a look.
"Yeah? You think you can do better than me?" Daisuke glared at the other boy, stepping towards him.
"Daisuke, it's okay! We don't have to play," Ken said weakly, trying to avoid the embarrassment that he knew would follow.
"No way! He challenged me! Now I gotta prove him wrong." Daisuke smirked, rolling up his sleeves. "I'm gonna win."
Takeru nodded, smirking back. "We'll see about that!"
"Hey, hey," Taichi said, pulling them apart by the backs of their shirts. "Usually you have three or four people play. So it can't just be you guys, or it's too easy."
"You can play, Taichi-senpai!" Daisuke said, smiling at the older boy. "You like it, right?"
Taichi raised an eyebrow and glanced at his sister. "You gonna play, Hikari?"
The younger girl shook her head quickly. "No, Oniichan, I don't think so." Internally, she wondered why any of them would want to play a game for small children, or if the mat would even be big enough, and decided that next time she needed to make sure to invite at least one girl along, because boys were just weird.
"Okay, then." Taichi nodded. "I'll play. You, Yamato?" Taichi asked, opening the box and tossing the mat onto the floor.
Rolling his eyes, Yamato made a face. "Are you kidding me? I hate that game. And I know why you like it." He mumbled almost inaudibly, "Pervert."
"You only hate it because you slip all the time." Taichi smirked, tossing him the spinner. "You do this part, then. No cheating to make it harder for me."
"Ken, you wanna play?" Daisuke asked, smiling at his friend. He didn't want Ken to feel left out, and it was his game, after all.
"No, I'm fine!" Ken shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Oh, c'mon, Ichijouji!" Takeru said, grabbing Ken's sleeve. "Help me defeat Daisuke!"
"Fine! Even if you guys team up, I'll still win!" Daisuke said, giving them a challenging look.
Ken sighed and nodded, giving in to his fate, and deciding not to bother explaining that you couldn't really team up against someone in Twister.
"Okay, everybody, pick your circles and get in position," Taichi said, pointing to the mat.
Five minutes later, Daisuke realized why Yamato hadn't wanted anything to do with this game. His right hand was between Ken's legs, he could feel Takeru's breath on his right ankle, and his face was two inches from Taichi's butt. He bit his lower lip, trying not to think about what was in front of him. He wondered if his slowly building arousal would become obvious soon. 'I should just fall so I can lose! I'll just fall and then I won't have to worry about it anymore!' But the image of Takeru mocking him kept him there. Arousal and public humiliation was a small price to pay for honor!
"Right hand: green," Yamato said clearly, as if he were announcing Bingo numbers.
Hikari watched from the couch, sipping a soda, looking amused. "Careful, Oniichan, you're going to fall!"
Taichi grumbled, carefully shifting his weight so that he'd turned, not falling.
"Oh, very nice, Taichi. Good to know you have talents outside of soccer. Not that this is any more useful," Yamato said dryly from the sidelines.
Daisuke frowned, having finally found a free circle to place his hand on. He wobbled. He wobbled again. 'I can't fall! I can't fall, I'll loose! I'll loose to Takeru!' Then he looked up. Taichi's face was mere centimeters from his own. He could feel the older boy's breath on his face. He smelled like potato chips.
The moment seemed to freeze in time. Their eyes met. Daisuke felt his lips tremble. This was the closest they had been since that night. Sure, they'd hugged a few times, but their lips had never been this close. He remembered the way his senpai's lips had felt that night at camp. He'd wondered if he'd imagined how soft they'd felt, if he'd exaggerated it over time. He leaned forward slowly, wanting to find out for sure.
Then Takeru grabbed his ass.
Daisuke yelped, falling forward, pulling Ken and Takeru down with him. He ended up in a heap between Taichi's arms. Taichi had had just enough reach to stretch out of the way when they'd collapsed.
"Wha... what was that for?!" Daisuke yelled. It was a muffled cry, because his face was pressed into the plastic mat.
"Ken... Ken, get off my leg! Ow ow ow!" Takeru moaned, trying to yank himself out.
"I'm sorry... ow! Don't pull my hair, please!" Ken said sharply.
"Careful!" Hikari said, helping to un-tangle their limbs.
Daisuke was finally able to roll over, free of the other boys. His face was bright red. "Like I said, what was THAT for?!"
Taichi was still in position on the mat. He was directly above Daisuke. He smirked. "Somethin' happen?"
Daisuke averted his gaze, feeling his blush deepen. "Takeru grabbed my... my..."
"Your ass," Hikari finished for him.
Taichi gave her a shocked look.
"What?" She asked, folding her arms. "I live with you, I know these words!"
Takeru scowled at Daisuke. "Well, your ass was in my way! I was gonna fall! I just grabbed it for balance!"
"That's cheating! You can't grab someone else! It's cheating, right?" He looked to Taichi for assurance.
Taichi just looked amused. "Well-"
"Well, if your ass wasn't so big then it wouldn't have been in the way so much!" Takeru finished, sticking his tongue out.
Daisuke gaped at him. "My... my ass isn't big!" He stood, sticking his ass out, and turned his head to try to see. "It's normal sized!"
"No, it's big. It's totally big, see?" Takeru poked his ass from the side, smirking.
Daisuke squeaked. "Hey! Don't touch!"
Hikari and Yamato were laughing. Ken was just shaking his head, looking embarrassed for both of them. Taichi just stared, expressionless.
Suddenly Daisuke felt panicked. 'What if my ass is big?! I never worried about that! I thought only girls had to worry about that! But... but if I want Taichi-senpai to like my ass, it can't be too big! Oh, no! I've never looked at my own ass! What if it's huge and funny shaped?!' Wide eyed and worried, Daisuke turned and gave Taichi an intense look. "Is my ass really too big?!"
Taichi blinked twice before laughing. "Uh... no, Daisuke, your ass is uh... just fine."
Blushing, Daisuke sat back down and folded his arms. "Well. I so didn't lose. It was Takeru's fault. He cheated." Internally he grinned. 'Taichi-senpai thinks my ass is fine!'
Takeru made a face at Daisuke.
Another knock was heard at the front door.
"Okay, children," Hikari said. "That will be the pizza. Try to behave for a few minutes so we won't scare away the delivery man, okay?"
"Hai!" they all chimed in, as if at school.
She just sighed and went to the door.
Two hours later, Daisuke found himself on the far end of the sofa again, this time with an exceptionally full stomach. He patted it, sighing happily. In the pale glow of the television, he could just see the rest of the room.
Leftover plates of pizza crust and cake were strewn across the floor. Ken was sitting in front of him, leaning against the couch, still chewing on a crust. Yamato and Takeru were in the oversized armchair. The younger boy was leaning against his brother, smiling contentedly. He looked like he might fall asleep. Yamato's arm was around his shoulders. Next to himself, Taichi sat, leaning back, arms folded behind his head. His gaze was fixed firmly on the TV. Next to him, Daisuke could just see Hikari. She was sitting cross legged on the couch, toes digging into the plush cloth, licking a bit of icing off her fingers.
Grinning, Daisuke leaned back, imitating Taichi's stance. He thought back over the evening. First the pizza had come, which had calmed them all down considerably. As Ken had put it, 'Food tames the wild beast'. Then Yamato had brought out the cake. It was ridiculously large, with three tiers, and thick creamy chocolate icing all over it. Sliced strawberries sat arranged around the edges. Daisuke thought he would probably never be able to move again after having three slices of it for dessert. He thought happily about taking the leftovers home and having them every day for breakfast. (And maybe for dinner as well.)
They'd sung to him, of course. Yamato had tried three times to make them start off on the same note before giving up. Their voices clashed horribly, and when they noticed that, they sang off key more to make it sound worse. Yamato's hair was ruffled by the end of it, and he looked positively sick. 'I'm never going to karaoke with any of you,' he'd said. When Daisuke had blown out the candles, all sixteen of them in one breath, he'd known exactly what to wish for. Only one word, or rather, one name.
'Taichi-senpai.'
Then the movies had begun. Starting with a yakuza thriller that Takeru had picked out, they had a pile of DVDs to last the night. Daisuke had glanced over them and approved. His friends knew the kind of movies he liked. He wasn't sure how long they would all last, though. Everyone had gotten quiet recently, and he himself was nodding off.
A sudden absence next to him woke him up. He jerked his head to the side only to see Taichi standing up. "Hey, Yama? Sorry... I'm tired," he whispered. "Can I have your dad's room for the night, since he's out?"
Yamato nodded absently, his eyes fixed to the screen. "Wimp," he muttered, grinning. "Sweet dreams."
Daisuke bit his lower lip. This was it. This was his chance. He felt his body move almost without permission, and soon he was following Taichi to the large bedroom down the hall.
"Should we pause for you?" Yamato's voice called after him.
"N-no..." Daisuke mumbled. "I'm um.. I'm just gonna... lay down for a bit." He winced, realizing how stupid that sounded.
Yamato's reply, however, was completely calm. "Okay. See you in the morning." He sounded like he knew exactly what was going on.
Daisuke winced, walking down the darkened hallway, away from the safety of his friends and the warm glow of the television. The door to the bedroom was closed. He lifted his hand and knocked.
"Yeah?" Taichi's voice came muffled from behind the shut door.
Daisuke twisted the handle, pushing it open. The room was dark, almost pitch, and he had to widen his eyes to see at all. As his vision slowly focused he saw the large plush bed in the middle of the room, the window on the far wall with a faint glow of moonlight coming in, and someone standing there looking at him. Taichi standing there looking at him. With no shirt on.
Gulping hard, Daisuke entered the room and leaned against the door, pushing it shut. He didn't move for a long moment. Now that his eyes were adjusted, all he could see was Taichi. The older boy was frozen as well, staring at him from over his shoulder. He was holding his shirt in his hands, and his hair was ruffled. He'd just pulled it off. In the moonlight, Daisuke could see the small shadows on his senpai's back, made by the older boy's muscles. He felt his knees go week. Was he really sixteen? He felt like a little boy again.
"What's up?" Taichi's voice sliced into the moment, pulling Daisuke from his haze.
"I... I wanted... to talk!" Daisuke forced himself to say, not moving. He pressed back against the door tighter, hand inching along the wood for the handle. "But... but if you need to sleep..."
Taichi grinned, eyes narrowing slightly with the half smile. "Nah. I've just had enough movies for the day."
Daisuke felt like the air had returned to his lungs suddenly, and he grasped to the conversation like a lifeline. "Me, too!" He released his death grip on the door and stepped forward, feeling almost normal again. "'Cause we had to watch a movie in school, too, and I get sick of movies after a while. Neechan says I have a short attention span, but I think you just shouldn't spend that much time sittin' around, y'know!"
The older boy's grin widened at Daisuke's obvious nervousness. "What movie did you watch in school? We never got to watch movies." He sat on the edge of the bed and patted it next to him, motioning for Daisuke to come sit next to him.
Daisuke smiled and half skipped across the room. This was normal! This was natural! 'Taichi-senpai and me talkin' about movies and school... yeah! This is totally okay! I don't have to be scared!' "We watched Sleeping Beauty!"
Taichi's eyebrows arched. "The cartoon?"
"Yeah! For English class. To help us learn, or somethin'." Daisuke nodded to himself.
"I haven't seen that one," Taichi said, forcing back a grin. "I mean, not since I was a kid. Hikari liked it."
"I liked it, too!" Daisuke said, smiling brightly. "It was so cool! It had an evil witch and magic and dragons and sword fights and curses and horses and all the cool stuff!" He paused, blushing faintly, and continued. "And... y'know. The romance was kinda good."
"Mm? You like that kinda stuff?" Taichi asked, his voice betraying his amusement.
Daisuke pouted. "Well... it's cool! 'Cause the prince had to save the princess! And she didn't even know she was a princess! And he had to fight a dragon and get through scary spiky vines and stuff to save her!" He waved his right arm back and forth as if swinging a sword. "That part was cool!"
Chuckling, Taichi nodded, stretching. "You wanna be like the prince. Yeah, that's pretty cool."
Daisuke's smile suddenly disappeared and he blushed harder, his brow furrowing. "But I'm not like the prince. I could never do cool stuff like that. I'm always the one that needs rescuing." His voice dropped to a mumble and he looked down into his lap, squeezing his hands together hard. "Taichi-senpai is more like the prince."
There was silence for a very long minute. Daisuke didn't look up from his lap. His heart raced. His face burned. He wondered momentarily if he wasn't in love, and maybe just had a flu instead.
Then Taichi rested a hand on Daisuke's. It was soft, but rough at the same time, from calluses. Daisuke felt his entire body stiffen. This was Taichi's hand.
"I think you're pretty cool, y'know," Taichi said softly.
Daisuke jerked his head up, giving Taichi a shocked look. "What? Really?!"
The older boy pulled back slightly. "Well, yeah. Isn't that what you're worried about?"
Biting his lower lip, Daisuke's mind raced. He could just pretend that was it. He'd been upset about that in the past often enough for it to be true! Yes, he was just going to agree and that would be it! He was going to agree!
"No!" He winced, not sure what had happened, but clearly his mouth and mind weren't cooperating.
Taichi pulled back a bit more, surprised at the sudden outburst. "Well... you're upset about something. What is it?"
"It's my sixteenth birthday!" Daisuke said, shocked that his voice almost sounded angry. Angry and hurt. 'Why hasn't he done something yet?! Why is he leaving it to me?! He promised!' "And you promised!"
Frowning, Taichi gave him a confused look. "I promised? I promised what? ...I've got a shitty memory, Dai, you'd better just tell me or I'll never remember." He grinned. "What did I promise?"
Gritting his teeth, Daisuke suddenly felt the anger inside of him bubble to the surface. How dare Taichi not remember after he'd spent the last few years waiting anxiously for this one moment! His eyes narrowed and his hands fisted in his lap.
Taichi felt it, and pulled his hand away quickly. "Okay, okay. Tell me when I promised and maybe I'll remember!" He forced a grin, suddenly nervous. Daisuke had never looked at him this angrily before.
The words came out before Daisuke could stop himself. "That night!" He wondered briefly if Taichi would even know what he was talking about. 'That night' was a pretty vague way to put it.
Considering the way Taichi paled, tensed, and the way his eyes widened, Daisuke had no reason to think Taichi didn't know what he was talking about. "That night," he repeated back. "We've... never really talked about that, huh?"
Daisuke pursed his lips and looked down, glaring at his own lap. "No."
Taichi let out a long sigh, as if preparing himself for something. Then he reached over, putting his hand back on Daisuke's fisted ones. "I'm sorry."
Not moving, Daisuke only mumbled his response, too confused to speak clearly or look up. "Sorry for what?" His voice revealed how vulnerable he was feeling.
"For doing that to you." Taichi sighed again, mulling over his words before he spoke. Apologizing and thinking before speaking wasn't something he was used to, but he was sure this was the time and place for it. "You were just a kid. You hadn't even hit puberty yet, and I... kinda molested you." Taichi frowned, ducking his head to meet Daisuke's gaze. "That was really wrong. If you ended up all screwed up 'cause of it... I promise I won't forgive myself, so you don't have to, either."
Daisuke lifted his gaze, not moving his head. He could see Taichi's intense brown eyes looking at him through his bangs. Slowly, he straightened up, giving Taichi a hurt look. "You were just a kid, too."
Eyebrows arching, Taichi grinned just slightly. "Guess so. Didn't think of that. But I was still older than you. Still shouldn't have-"
"No!" Daisuke cut him off, throwing himself forward. He wrapped his arms around Taichi's shoulders tightly, pressing himself close to Taichi's bare chest. He rested his chin on Taichi's shoulder and clung as tightly as he could, afraid he'd be shoved away.
Taichi just tensed. He didn't respond, and he didn't push back. He simply waited.
"No," Daisuke said again, more softly this time. "If I didn't want Taichi-senpai to touch me, I wouldn't have let him." Realizing that he sounded like a little boy again, Daisuke forced himself to speak more clearly. He knew he'd have to be extremely blunt to have this understood. "I let you do that stuff 'cause I wanted you to. I did stuff to you 'cause I wanted to." He paused, letting his voice soften again. "Taichi-senpai made me happy that night. I was never sad about it."
Taichi's hands found their way to Daisuke's back. His arms wrapped around him gently, and slowly but surely he hugged him back. "You're sure about that?"
Daisuke felt himself melt into the older boy's embrace, his grip loosening. His whole body felt relaxed. "I'm sure. I loved being with Taichi-senpai. Only... kinda... wish it wasn't just... the one time..." His voice trailed off into an incoherent mumble, but he was too relaxed to care about what he'd just admitted.
"I thought you liked girls. Y'know, like Hikari," Taichi responded. His voice was suddenly rougher, the soft edge was gone, replaced by an edge of something Daisuke didn't recognize.
"I wanted to," Daisuke said, nuzzling his face into the crook of Taichi's neck. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the older boy's scent. He smelled of cut grass, summer, and sweat. "I wanted to have a cute girlfriend so you'd be proud of me. Taichi-senpai was always flirting with girls. I thought if I did, too, you'd like me more, if I was more like-"
"I never wanted you to be like me," Taichi cut him off. "I like you for who you are."
Daisuke heard himself whimper softly, and he was too happy to care.
"Did I say something stupid?" Taichi asked, his body tensing again. "You gonna cry?"
Daisuke reluctantly pulled back just enough to meet Taichi's gaze. He realized he was sitting in the older boy's lap, and he ducked his head to look up at him through his bangs. "You said something really great, not stupid. I'm... I'm really happy!" He offered Taichi a shy grin, feeling a faint blush grow on his face.
Taichi grinned back, his expression gentle. "You grew up a lot since then."
Daisuke looked back down again, quickly. "Mm... still short, though. I'm never gonna be tall like you."
"I like you small. Then you fit here just right." Taichi's voice was hushed, and he was staring at Daisuke with a glazed expression, like he wasn't certain that he'd said the words out loud or just thought them.
"Doesn't matter," Daisuke mumbled. "You never... hold me, anyway. Never... touch me."
"Do you want me to touch you?" Taichi's voice was lower yet, and he tightened his hold around Daisuke's waist.
Finally looking up and meeting Taichi's gaze directly, Daisuke felt his entire face flush so much it almost burned him. "Always have."
Leaning in slowly, Taichi pressed his lips to Daisuke's. He could taste chocolate cake frosting around the edges, but underneath that was the familiar flavor that he remembered from so long ago.
Daisuke kissed back, feeling a moan escape from deep inside of him. He could wait for fancy words and romance, like in the movie. Right now all he wanted was to feel Taichi love him. Desperate for more of the older boy's touch, he forced himself to break the kiss that he'd waited so many years for, and said something that he couldn't believe he was saying. "We never really went all the way."
Daisuke could see Taichi's Adam's apple jerk with a nervous swallow. "I didn't really... know about that, then."
"But you know about it now," Daisuke said, feeling his entire body begin to tremble with nervousness.
"Yeah. I know about it now." The older boy's expression changed slowly to one that Daisuke had never seen before. He looked hungry. "Do you?"
Forcing himself to keep his gaze locked with Taichi's, Daisuke nodded once, stiffly. "I'm sixteen, Taichi-senpai. I've... seen porn and stuff."
"But you've never done it." It was a statement, not a question.
Daisuke gritted his teeth. He knew Taichi had done it. It bothered him. It bothered him that his senpai had been with people like that, but never with him. "I want to now." The words were getting easier to say.
Distantly, Taichi wondered if this was really the right thing to do, but somehow the combination of finding Daisuke in bed with him in the moonlight was something he knew he would never be able to resist. After all, he was two for two now.
Daisuke moaned again when their lips locked for the second time. This kiss wasn't gentle and careful. This kiss was fiery. This kiss made his entire body begin to feel hot. Suddenly Daisuke didn't doubt that Taichi wanted him, even if just for this moment. He could feel it with every motion that the older boy made.
Taichi ran his hands lightly down Daisuke's sides until he came to the bottom of his shirt. It only took him a moment to run them underneath and find their way over Daisuke's entire back and chest.
Daisuke arched his back into Taichi's touches, running his own hands down the older boy's muscled torso. He'd been wonderful to touch back then, but now he was amazing. Daisuke knew he was lucky to be able to trace his fingers slowly down his senpai's back, memorizing every inch of him. There were a few new imperfections, Daisuke noticed. Scars from injuries playing soccer, he thought distantly. They only made his senpai that much more perfect. He was only distracted at the feeling of Taichi's rough fingertips tracing over his nipples.
At the sound of Daisuke's whimper, Taichi paused. Daisuke wondered if he'd done something wrong. His fears were quenched when Taichi pulled his hands away, only to tug the younger boy's shirt off carefully.
As his skin was exposed to the cool air of the room, Daisuke shivered visibly.
"Cold?" Taichi asked, his voice husky.
"Mm," Daisuke could barely reply. He'd just caught the older boy's scent. He smelled stronger now, and he smelled intoxicating. The scent of grass and summer had faded, leaving only the smell of the older boy's body.
"I'll keep you warm," Taichi said. He sounded an odd mix of lustful and protective, Daisuke thought, as he felt Taichi push him onto his back slowly. As his head hit the mattress, he relaxed. Taichi was going to make love to him. Taichi was going to keep him warm. He grinned slowly.
Taichi barely noticed Daisuke's happiness. He was too busy slowly staring at Daisuke's body. His hands finally rested on the younger boy's stomach, and Daisuke's muscles jerked in surprise. He was already covered in goose bumps, and his nipples were hard. Taichi cocked his head, lowering his gaze to the younger boy's baggy shorts. He wondered what else might be hard.
Daisuke lifted his hips when Taichi began tugging his shorts away. His boxers came off along with them, and he felt his chest tighten at the thought that he would be exposed to his senpai again. He'd been seen before, but his body had changed since then, and he wasn't certain Taichi would still like him.
The older boy grinned a catlike grin at the sight of Daisuke's erection. He ran his hands slowly up the younger boy's thighs, watching as Daisuke's hips jerked, trying to persuade them to come higher, just a little higher, to where they were really needed.
"You have grown."
Blushing, Daisuke clenched his hands into the blanket, afraid to pull away, afraid to stay where he was. "You... don't..."
"You look even more wonderful," Taichi said, practically purring the words.
Daisuke felt the last bit of fear melt away, and he was left with an ache deep inside of himself. With no more scared feelings to hold him back, he was suddenly aware of just how much he needed the older boy, and just how much he wanted him, even if it was still just a little too frightening to admit it.
Taichi finally wrapped his hand around Daisuke's erection and ran his thumb over the tip. Daisuke arched his back and let out a guttural moan. Taichi grinned wider, pleased, and began to stroke him slowly.
Daisuke could hear the blood pulsing in his hears, and the world was blurry through his almost shut eyes, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that Taichi's hand was touching him. Taichi's hand was there, stroking him, and he wanted more.
"Senpai," he finally whimpered, feeling the muscles in his legs and arms trembling. He slowly relaxed them, realizing how tense he had been.
"Are you still sure about this?" Taichi asked, arching an eyebrow challengingly. "We could just mess around. I don't have to-"
"I want you," Daisuke heard himself say in a half sob. His face tensed, his forehead wrinkled. 'After all this, please don't say you don't want me, too! Please don't leave!' Daisuke was certain he'd never been more desperate in his life than this moment. "Please-"
"Shhh," Taichi shushed him. His hands pulled away from Daisuke's body, making the younger boy whimper pitifully.
"Don't go, please! Don't-"
Taichi placed a finger over Daisuke's lips. He could feel them trembling. "I'm not going anywhere." His expression was serious, and Daisuke wasn't sure if that was more reassuring or frightening. He seemed to want to say more, but instead he simply reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling them off.
Daisuke's eyes widened again and his thoughts disappeared when he saw the older boy completely nude. "Senpai... grew up, too," he mumbled. His eyes shut tightly and he winced, realizing what he'd said. 'Now he really will leave.'
Chuckling, Taichi reached down and wrapped his hands around Daisuke's wrists, bringing the small hands to his chest. "I want you to touch me."
Daisuke's eyes flew open again at the words, and the last of his coherent thoughts faded. "Senpai," he whispered, running his hands over the older boy's chest, and then down his firm stomach. He stared, mesmerized by the way Taichi's muscles twitched at the light caresses. Finally he reached what he was almost frightened by, something that was much larger than he remembered it.
Sitting up, Daisuke found that his face was at the same level as Taichi's erection, as the older boy kneeled before him. He blushed, wrapping his fingers around it, stroking it carefully. A shiver went up his spine, and he wondered if this wasn't just as good as having Taichi touch him.
'He's bigger. He looks so much better. But... his taste... I liked his taste before,' Daisuke thought incoherently. He leaned forward, darting the tip of his tongue out, tasting his senpai carefully.
Taichi's hands fisted at his sides and he groaned. That was all the encouragement Daisuke needed.
Opening his mouth, he leaned forward, taking his senpai in, tracing his tongue over every inch as he pulled him deeper. 'He still tastes the same,' Daisuke thought distantly, letting out a purr from deep in his throat.
"Wha-" Taichi tensed at the feeling of vibrations running through his body. He'd been doing his best to control himself, to make sure he was gentle and careful with the younger boy. But this feeling, this pushed him over the edge. "Dai," he groaned, placing both hands on the back of Daisuke's head. He pushed, trying to force himself deeper into the younger boy's throat.
Daisuke winced, gagging for just a moment, then took his senpai in the rest of the way, wanting to do whatever Taichi asked of him. He moaned, bobbing his head slowly, eyes open just far enough to see what he was doing. Taichi's scent was intoxicatingly strong, and he felt dizzy from it. The ache between his own legs was getting increasingly worse, but he thought he could ignore it forever if it meant making his Taichi-senpai breathe that heavily.
As soon as he'd decided that, he felt himself be pulled back, and he fell onto his back again. Running his tongue around the inside of his mouth and over his lips, he could just taste the older boy. His mouth felt empty. He didn't like that. But his thoughts were cut off when he saw Taichi lower his head and wrap his mouth around Daisuke's own throbbing need.
The desperate moan he let out was loud enough that it would have easily been heard down the hall, but Daisuke was far too distracted to think of that. He continued whimpering loudly as Taichi bobbed his head slowly, sucking hard and running his tongue over every inch of him. He was finding it difficult to keep his hips on the bed, and they jerked erratically, trying to encourage Taichi to move faster. His eyes were losing focus. He felt a familiar tightness build in his gut.
And then it was gone. A helpless moan came from Daisuke's body as Taichi pulled away, and he stared up at the older boy with a needy look. He didn't care how pathetic he looked, he didn't care what he had to do. He just wanted Taichi to never stop touching him again. He reached up slowly, his hands trembling, trying to pull his senpai closer. His breathing was shallow.
Taichi bit his lower lip, glancing quickly around the room. "I don't have any lube on me," he said in a hushed tone, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is that okay?"
'Lube? What's lube? I don't care," Daisuke thought, dismissing the vaguely familiar word. He tried to nod, his head lifting slowly only to drop again, as if it was too heavy to move by himself any longer. 'Only want more of Taichi-senpai. Don't care about the rest of it.'
Those hands were on him again, Daisuke noted happily, letting out a pleased sigh. They weren't touching him down there, where the ache was so strong that it almost hurt, but they were touching him, and that was good enough.
Taichi's hands rested on Daisuke's chest, and he stared down at the younger boy, feeling the last of his restraint slipping away like sand through cupped hands. He ran his fingertips down Daisuke's body, enjoying seeing Daisuke jerk his hips as they passed by what he really wanted touched. But his hands had to go somewhere else. Lifting his right hand to suck on a finger for a moment, Taichi then spread Daisuke's legs gently, pushing his thighs apart.
Just content to have Taichi touch him more, aware at his body's sudden weakness and helplessness under the spell his senpai had cast on him, Daisuke let his legs be spread. He wasn't sure why the older boy was doing that, but he was fine as long as those hands didn't leave again.
When that cold, wet finger pressed into him, however, it was enough to illicit a gasp of surprise. Daisuke's eyes widened, and in the recesses of his mind where he was still sober, he realized what was going on. His senpai was getting him ready. His gaze slipped down the older boy's body to rest between his legs. He moaned, staring at him as he felt another finger press into him. 'This is gonna hurt.' He was barely able to form the thought, let alone care.
Certain that Daisuke was as relaxed as he was going to get, and that if he didn't do it now he'd do it in a moment much more roughly, Taichi shifted between Daisuke's legs and leaned over him, licking the palm of his hand. He reached down, wiping the moisture onto himself, not sure if it would be enough, his mouth felt so dry. Lifting the younger boy's hips, he pressed himself to Daisuke's entrance.
Both boys' bodies froze, tensed suddenly, as if they both suddenly had the ability to think clearly again. Both knew that from now on, this was something new. Was this really okay? Was this really what they wanted to do, after avoiding it for so many years?
Daisuke lifted his hands again, resting them on Taichi's shoulders, and tugged him weakly forward. "Sen... pai." He breathed the word out.
And suddenly he felt something push inside. Daisuke's hands clenched, his nails digging into Taichi's shoulders. His entire body tensed, and his jaw dropped in a silent scream. "Big," he whimpered, rolling his head to the side.
"Relax," came the gruff command, and Taichi slowly sunk deeper into the smaller boy. His expression made it clear that he wasn't going to stop now, no matter what Daisuke said.
Forcing himself to breathe, telling his muscles to relax, Daisuke felt as he was slowly filled. It hurt. It hurt, but it felt so good. The feeling of incompleteness that he'd carried since that day was slowly being forgotten as he felt Taichi enter him. With every wave of pain came a throb of pleasure.
Finally, seated completely within the younger boy, Taichi paused, his breathing raspy, his skin tingling. "Okay?"
"Nn," Daisuke whimpered, fixing his gaze on his senpai's face. "More," he replied, spreading his legs a little further.
The first thrust hurt. Daisuke arched his back sharply, letting his head fall back. He could just see Taichi at the bottom of his range of vision, but he didn't have the strength to lift his head again.
The second thrust felt a little better, the pain was fading into numb warmth that radiated through his body. And with the third stroke, Taichi released the smaller boy's hips and placed a hand on either side of his chest, leaning over him so their eyes were locked.
That gaze that had been enough to make him shiver before, was enough to make the next thrust nothing but intense heat and pleasure. The fingers which had still been tightly dug into the older boy's shoulders relaxed slowly, until they were gripping him helplessly.
Taichi's intense dark eyes made Daisuke whimper, and when he saw how swollen and red the older boy's lips were, he lifted his head just an inch from the bed, reaching for them with his own.
When Taichi ducked his head to kiss Daisuke, the thrusts were no longer something clear that could be counted. Daisuke felt the older boy's chest press against his own, and he arched his back, allowing the older boy deeper, and pressing his own erection between their bodies. And when Daisuke arched his back fully, he felt an intense, sharp, almost unbearable stab of pleasure go down his spine. He moaned loudly, muffled by Taichi's lips.
His eyes shut tightly, Daisuke felt as his senpai's thrusts melded into one movement, a constant barrage of pleasure, becoming rougher by the second. The older boy's lips tasted of salt, and Daisuke felt a thin sheen of sweat building up on his senpai's torso. With every movement, that sharp, stabbing sensation ran down his spine, making him breathe harder, making him buck his hips faster, making him want it deeper.
Feeling Daisuke struggle to keep his back arched, Taichi reached down with his left hand and hooked it under Daisuke's knee. Not missing a movement, he pulled the leg up and held it there.
"Aaa!" Daisuke let out a choked scream, breaking the kiss out of necessity of air. This was what he'd wanted. With every thrust Taichi now filled him completely, pushing deeper, and making that sharp sensation become a constant, almost unbearable tingling that spread over his entire body, finally centering in the erection that was being ground between their stomachs.
It only took what felt like an eternity, but was really only three seconds, for this feeling to push him over the edge. His moan was so loud he felt his throat burn with the effort, but he didn't care. He heard ringing in his ears, and Taichi's heavy panting, and then everything went white. Clinging to Taichi with every ounce of strength left in his body, he lifted himself from the bed to press tightly to his senpai, to get Taichi all the way in when Daisuke came, coating their stomachs with his release.
And then it was all panting, and tingling, and exhaustion, and he felt his back hit the bed. His eyes were only half open, and his hands did their best to cling to his senpai's shoulders, not wanting to let go, not yet. The thrusting was still there, and Taichi's eyes were almost shut, a predatory look in his gaze.
Daisuke opened his mouth, take a long breath before whimpering. "Taichi-senpai."
Suddenly he was all the way in again, the thrusting was stopped. The older boy's body shuddered, starting in his back and working down to his legs, and Daisuke tensed, feeling the heat of Taichi's release filling him. The only sound was the groan his senpai made before collapsing on top of him.
It was a full five minutes before either of them had the breath to speak. Daisuke was fine with that, contented to stay there underneath the older boy forever, although it was beginning to be hard to breathe.
But Taichi eventually sat up and pulled out of him, eliciting a tired moan from both of their throats.
Their eyes locked. Taichi grinned. It was a different grin than Daisuke was used to seeing. He glanced down, unsure suddenly of how to act, and was annoyed to see that he still had his socks on.
Taichi grabbed a tissue from the side table next to the bed and wiped them off carefully. It wasn't until he was on his back as well, lying beside Daisuke that he finally spoke.
"What was the promise?" he asked, his voice soft, careful not to break the stillness of the room.
Daisuke's chest was finally beginning to rise and fall regularly, his breathing going back to normal. The small shivers of pleasure that were left, running down his spine, were fading. He rolled his head to the side, staring at Taichi blankly. "Promise?"
Taichi grinned, staring back. "You said I promised you something for your sixteenth birthday. I promised something that night."
Daisuke shut his eyes slowly and sighed a long sigh. Even after that, even as he still felt Taichi's release deep within him, he wasn't sure how to say it. 'So I guess I should just say it like I know how.' "I asked you if I didn't have a girlfriend by the time I was sixteen," he began carefully, licking his lips slowly before continuing. "If I could be yours, then."
When he opened his eyes again, Taichi's lips were quirked into a small smirk. "I promised you could be my girlfriend?"
Daisuke's eyes widened and he felt that damned blush coming back. "I... I didn't mean it like that," he argued weakly.
"You wanted to know if we could date. Right?" Taichi arched an eyebrow, watching Daisuke carefully. "You liked me all along, didn't you?"
"...Just don't laugh, okay? I'm embarrassed enough," Daisuke mumbled, turning his head away. His stomach tightened. Would this be it?
Taichi grabbed Daisuke's chin and pulled his head around so they were looking at each other again. "I never stopped thinking about you."
Daisuke felt the sick feeling in his stomach fade. "Wha?"
"All along. Even when I was with somebody else. Even when we were just playing soccer, or goofing off like normal friends... I never stopped thinking about you. I always wanted... to make sure you were mine. I didn't want you to do things with anyone else."
Daisuke felt his lips quirk up at the edges, the beginnings of a grin.
Taichi pursed his lips before continuing. "Now I really don't want anyone else touching you." He forced a grin, embarrassed by his own honesty. "And anyway, I promised, right?"
The grin that had been trying to form finally did, and Daisuke rolled onto his side, resting his head on Taichi's chest and laying half on top of him. "So when I'm in trouble... or even when I'm not... you'll be my prince like in the movie, right?"
Taichi's chest rose and fell quickly with a deep chuckle. "Haven't I always been?"
Lifting his head, Daisuke gave Taichi a serious look, the tips of their noses touching. "I love you. So don't hurt me, okay?"
Taichi reached up, wrapping his arms around Daisuke's waist. He smiled gently. "I would never do that."
Exhaustion finally catching up with him, Daisuke had to pull away instead of kissing him, so that he could yawn.
The older boy's smile widened. "You're worn out."
Daisuke nodded, his eyes drooping shut. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" The words sounded familiar.
"You kidding? I'm not gonna let my princess sleep anywhere else," Taichi responded, eyes twinkling mischievously.
Daisuke pouted, ducking his head. "Boyfriend, not princess. I don't like dresses and pink and stuff."
That was enough to make Taichi laugh, and he nodded in agreement. "Okay. Boyfriend." Pulling Daisuke back down, he kissed him gently before letting him lay back down on top of him.
Nuzzling his face into Taichi's chest, Daisuke finally smiled, feeling exhaustion overtaking him quickly.
"Happy birthday, Daisuke," Taichi mumbled, but Daisuke didn't hear it.
He was too busy dreaming of dragons, and sword fights, and horses, and his prince, and all that cool stuff.
Hope you liked it... well goodnight people. (REMEMBER... THIS ISN'T MY STORY. IT'S FROM TAIDAI.GOGGLELOVE.NET!!!!!)
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