Boltstuck ~ Digimon Fanfiction

Walking in the Dark

part: 2

There were a lot of things Takeru had gotten used to when it came to having Motomiya Daisuke as a friend.

Being woken out of a sound sleep by said boy shaking his shoulders and screaming, "A vampire just tried to screw me!" wasn't one of them.

Letting loose his own howl of surprise and horror, Takeru clumsily slugged Daisuke in the face. It wasn't a very strong blow, but it was enough to get Daisuke to shut up and stop with the shaking.

"Daisuke! What are you doing?! How the hell did you get into my house?" Takeru demanded, sitting up and flicking on the lamp. Daisuke had one hand on his jaw, normally tan skin shock white in the thin light and eyes unnaturally wide.

"A vampire, Takeru!" Daisuke said in an urgent whisper, dropping his hand to wrap his arms around himself. He was dressed only in a pair of pajama bottoms and didn't seem to care that Takeru had just punched him. "I saw the fangs and everything! It was that guy."

Daisuke shivered suddenly, fingers digging into his upper arms. "The one with the eyes."

Letting out a groan, Takeru bowed his head and rubbed at the ache in his temple. "Oh of course, him. He just stands out amongst all the eyeless guys we know. I should have realized that matching pair of pupils was a sign of -- "

"He wants me, but he'll take you too, because he can," Daisuke said in a very small voice that none-the-less cut through Takeru's sarcasm. It didn't sound like Daisuke; in all the years Takeru had known him, he'd never heard that quiet, spine chilling certainty from his friend.

Takeru's head jerked up in time to see Daisuke's face twist before he darted off to the bathroom. Pushing back the blankets, Takeru scrambled after him, finding him leaning over the sink and gagging. He smelled of sweat even from the doorway.

"Did you throw up?" Takeru asked softly.

Daisuke spit saliva and turned on the faucet. "No," he said, cupping a handful of water to splash his face with.

A door opened down the hall. "Takeru, is something wrong?"

"No, mom," Takeru called back, "Daisuke just had a nightmare and needed a hug."

"And cake!" Daisuke added, voice echoing off the porcelain, "Homemade cake fixes everything!"

The woman sighed deeply. "There's some in the fridge," she said with weary resignation and closed her bedroom door. Takeru shut the bathroom door as well, to create an extra barrier against their noise.

"This is the second time today," Takeru said worriedly, taking a towel off the rack and passing it to Daisuke. The small apartment bathroom felt hot and crowded with both of them in it. "You should tell someone."

"Why? People never listen when I tell them what the problem is," Daisuke said reasonably, "They'll say its stress or something stupid, meanwhile that vampire is stalking me. I could be killed before anyone else realizes I'm in danger!"

Takeru sighed and dragged a hand through his tangled hair, mouth quirking in a sardonic smile. Daisuke was one of a kind. "Okay, okay, don't tell anyone about your randomly throwing up. But you gotta at least tell me what happened," he said and cocked his head, "Though I'm not too sure about you running to me after having a wet dream about a guy."

"He was forcing himself on me!" Daisuke said, wadding up the towel he'd been using to dry his hands and tossing it in the sink, "And hey, vampire! I think you're missing the key factor here."

Rolling his eyes, Takeru shoved open the door again and stepped out into the dark hall. "Come on, before we wake up my parents again."

"Yeah, but first things first," Daisuke said, pushing past Takeru and heading to the kitchen.

Later, armed with a fork and a slice of Takeru's mother's chocolate cake each, they sat on opposite ends of the bed while Daisuke told his story.

The realization that he wasn't alone in his normally empty bed didn't shock Daisuke. It should have. He had the fleeting feeling that really, he should be stark raving terrified.

But before that thought could translate into an action, a hot mouth settled at the base of his neck and the fear was swept away in a rush of sweet warmth that flooded his veins like syrup. A sound escaped his throat; not a cry for help, but a needy, hungry plea he'd never heard from himself before. His back arched into the slim body that was holding him down. Suddenly clumsy hands fumbled for purchase; clenching into the stiff fabric of a starched jacket and getting tangled in silken hair.

"Shhh," purred a rich voice near his ear, "Not too much just yet." The person sprawled across Daisuke lifted his head and smiled, unperturbed by the hand fisted desperately in his hair.

It was Ken, of course. The boy he'd run into on the stairs; the boy who'd been tormenting him all day. Daisuke had always known. Beneath the sticky pleasure that fuzzed his vision and made his body feel heavy and slow and wanton, his mind screamed in protest.

"I have been looking for you," Ken said in an affectionate, teasing way that didn't match the cruel slant to his beautiful mouth. His amethyst eyes were wide and dark and mad. "For a very long time. And suddenly you -- "

He cut himself off and closed his lips, wet and hot, on the point of Daisuke's chin, narrow hips rocking in a tight roll. Daisuke cried out again and clung tighter to Ken as the world spun even further out of control. The bed around them felt like an endless plain of faded red sheets, like another planet entirely. He was going to get lost in it, never to return.

" -- you come running unknowingly to me," Ken continued, transferring his attention to the patch of collarbone left exposed by Daisuke's nightshirt. He seemed to be talking more to himself than to Daisuke, a soft whisper that faded into intelligible mumbles as he moved from collarbone to chest. Cool hands left trails of fire as they traveled up Daisuke's sides.

Ken's slow, tempting slink down toward hip territory forced Daisuke to release his stranglehold on the other boy's hair, a few shimmering indigo lengths left twisted around his fingers. Ken didn't seem to mind, too interested in pushing up the worn gym shirt to tongue a quivering stomach. Daisuke flailed for something to hold onto, to ground himself, body arching and squirming out of his control. He couldn't tell if he was fighting Ken's touch or trying to get more of it, a sick, cold sort of dread pushing its way up through the hazy sweetness that smothered his thoughts.

He needed to...he needed to do something.

The sharp nip of teeth on his hip bone made Daisuke jump and cry out, jolting him into a half-sitting position. Ken looked up at the motion and smiled, long, pointed white incisors making indents on his vivid lips.

Fangs.

Suddenly, like being doused in ice water, everything in Daisuke's head cleared.

"Get -- get away from me!" he said in a choked yell, thrashing and kicking against the vampire. He made brief contact with Ken's eyes, flashing with fury and the pupils shrunk to near invisibility in rings of deep purple.

"Soon."

Then the vampire was gone, leaving the room cold and empty in his wake.

"And so you rushed over here to tell me about how you almost got raped," Takeru asked, both eyebrows raised as he stared at Daisuke. He cradled his chin in one hand, the picture of sardonic disbelief.

"Because I thought you'd care about how close I'd come to being killed, thank you very much," Daisuke corrected him with a scowl and set aside his empty plate. Talking and eating had taken away the paleness of his skin and returned him to his usual bluster. "And to warn you to be careful!"

Takeru started to laugh and was cut off by a yawn. It was much too late to be up, especially on a school night. "Daisuke, I promise to be very careful when dreaming about being violated by vampires--"

"I'm being serious, you jerk!" Daisuke said and lunged forward to take Takeru's shoulders. Takeru brought up his hands to stave off being shaken to pieces again, but Daisuke ignored the motion. "Carry a crucifix and a clove of garlic with you at all times, don't go out alone at night, and if you see that guy anywhere, even if it's just in a vision, you tell me right away! For real, okay?"

"All right, all right!" Takeru said, feeling like he was in more danger from acting like an idiot than he was the evil undead. Still, in the end it was easier to just give in to what Daisuke wanted. It lowered the overall annoyance factor. "I think you're more insane than usual, but I promise to have a cross and garlic on me -- for one week."

He held up a finger for emphasis. He may be agreeing to act like a moron to comfort his friend, but he wasn't about to do it forever. Daisuke grinned in sheer relief and nodded. "Awesome! That should be enough time for the vampire to give up and leave us alone!"

Daisuke bounced to his feet; ruffling both hands through his hair so that it stuck out at all angles like a distressed hedgehog. "I'm going to go back to bed. Remember, tell me if you see the freak at all. He'll probably go after you next!"

"Daisuke," Takeru said with more patience than he felt, "How am I supposed to know what he looks like?"

"I told you, he's that guy," Daisuke said, gathering up both of their plates and forks to take back to the kitchen, "You know, Ken! The guy I ran into on the stairs a few days ago," he clarified when Takeru continued to look blank.

Takeru frowned. "I have no idea who you're talking about."

Daisuke paused and Takeru saw the same fear as earlier flash across his face. "Purple eyes. He's got purple eyes."

"So avoid boys with fangs and purple eyes," Takeru said lightly, mildly disturbed at how deeply this was affecting Daisuke, "Should be tough seeing as how our school is swarming with them. I'll do my best."

Daisuke let out a grateful laugh and grinned brightly. "See you tomorrow," he said, heading for the door.

Takeru waved half-heartedly and began to scoot down under the cover to return to his interrupted sleep, when he remembered something. "Hey!" he shouted after the other boy's retreating back, "How did you get into my house Daisuke? The door is locked."

"Dude," came the distant answer, "I stole your keys three months ago and made copies during shop."

"You did what?" Takeru scrambled out of bed, but Daisuke had already made his escape.


	Boltstuck Digimon Fanfiction / All Fanfiction
	Walking in the Dark part: 2 There were a lot of things Takeru had gotten used to when it came to having Motomiya Daisuke as a friend. Being woken out of a sound sleep by said boy shaking his shoulders and screaming, "A vampire just tried to screw me!" wasn't one of them. Letting loose his own howl of surprise and horror, Takeru clumsily slugged Daisuke in the face. It wasn't a very strong blow, but it was enough to get Daisuke to shut up and stop with the shaking. "Daisuke! What are you doing?! How the hell did you get into my house?" Takeru demanded, sitting up and flicking on the lamp. Daisuke had one hand on his jaw, normally tan skin shock white in the thin light and eyes unnaturally wide. "A vampire, Takeru!" Daisuke said in an urgent whisper, dropping his hand to wrap his arms around himself. He was dressed only in a pair of pajama bottoms and didn't seem to care that Takeru had just punched him. "I saw the fangs and everything! It was that guy." Daisuke shivered suddenly, fingers digging into his upper arms. "The one with the eyes." Letting out a groan, Takeru bowed his head and rubbed at the ache in his temple. "Oh of course, him. He just stands out amongst all the eyeless guys we know. I should have realized that matching pair of pupils was a sign of -- " "He wants me, but he'll take you too, because he can," Daisuke said in a very small voice that none-the-less cut through Takeru's sarcasm. It didn't sound like Daisuke; in all the years Takeru had known him, he'd never heard that quiet, spine chilling certainty from his friend. Takeru's head jerked up in time to see Daisuke's face twist before he darted off to the bathroom. Pushing back the blankets, Takeru scrambled after him, finding him leaning over the sink and gagging. He smelled of sweat even from the doorway. "Did you throw up?" Takeru asked softly. Daisuke spit saliva and turned on the faucet. "No," he said, cupping a handful of water to splash his face with. A door opened down the hall. "Takeru, is something wrong?" "No, mom," Takeru called back, "Daisuke just had a nightmare and needed a hug." "And cake!" Daisuke added, voice echoing off the porcelain, "Homemade cake fixes everything!" The woman sighed deeply. "There's some in the fridge," she said with weary resignation and closed her bedroom door. Takeru shut the bathroom door as well, to create an extra barrier against their noise. "This is the second time today," Takeru said worriedly, taking a towel off the rack and passing it to Daisuke. The small apartment bathroom felt hot and crowded with both of them in it. "You should tell someone." "Why? People never listen when I tell them what the problem is," Daisuke said reasonably, "They'll say its stress or something stupid, meanwhile that vampire is stalking me. I could be killed before anyone else realizes I'm in danger!" Takeru sighed and dragged a hand through his tangled hair, mouth quirking in a sardonic smile. Daisuke was one of a kind. "Okay, okay, don't tell anyone about your randomly throwing up. But you gotta at least tell me what happened," he said and cocked his head, "Though I'm not too sure about you running to me after having a wet dream about a guy." "He was forcing himself on me!" Daisuke said, wadding up the towel he'd been using to dry his hands and tossing it in the sink, "And hey, vampire! I think you're missing the key factor here." Rolling his eyes, Takeru shoved open the door again and stepped out into the dark hall. "Come on, before we wake up my parents again." "Yeah, but first things first," Daisuke said, pushing past Takeru and heading to the kitchen. Later, armed with a fork and a slice of Takeru's mother's chocolate cake each, they sat on opposite ends of the bed while Daisuke told his story. The realization that he wasn't alone in his normally empty bed didn't shock Daisuke. It should have. He had the fleeting feeling that really, he should be stark raving terrified. But before that thought could translate into an action, a hot mouth settled at the base of his neck and the fear was swept away in a rush of sweet warmth that flooded his veins like syrup. A sound escaped his throat; not a cry for help, but a needy, hungry plea he'd never heard from himself before. His back arched into the slim body that was holding him down. Suddenly clumsy hands fumbled for purchase; clenching into the stiff fabric of a starched jacket and getting tangled in silken hair. "Shhh," purred a rich voice near his ear, "Not too much just yet." The person sprawled across Daisuke lifted his head and smiled, unperturbed by the hand fisted desperately in his hair. It was Ken, of course. The boy he'd run into on the stairs; the boy who'd been tormenting him all day. Daisuke had always known. Beneath the sticky pleasure that fuzzed his vision and made his body feel heavy and slow and wanton, his mind screamed in protest. "I have been looking for you," Ken said in an affectionate, teasing way that didn't match the cruel slant to his beautiful mouth. His amethyst eyes were wide and dark and mad. "For a very long time. And suddenly you -- " He cut himself off and closed his lips, wet and hot, on the point of Daisuke's chin, narrow hips rocking in a tight roll. Daisuke cried out again and clung tighter to Ken as the world spun even further out of control. The bed around them felt like an endless plain of faded red sheets, like another planet entirely. He was going to get lost in it, never to return. " -- you come running unknowingly to me," Ken continued, transferring his attention to the patch of collarbone left exposed by Daisuke's nightshirt. He seemed to be talking more to himself than to Daisuke, a soft whisper that faded into intelligible mumbles as he moved from collarbone to chest. Cool hands left trails of fire as they traveled up Daisuke's sides. Ken's slow, tempting slink down toward hip territory forced Daisuke to release his stranglehold on the other boy's hair, a few shimmering indigo lengths left twisted around his fingers. Ken didn't seem to mind, too interested in pushing up the worn gym shirt to tongue a quivering stomach. Daisuke flailed for something to hold onto, to ground himself, body arching and squirming out of his control. He couldn't tell if he was fighting Ken's touch or trying to get more of it, a sick, cold sort of dread pushing its way up through the hazy sweetness that smothered his thoughts. He needed to...he needed to do something. The sharp nip of teeth on his hip bone made Daisuke jump and cry out, jolting him into a half-sitting position. Ken looked up at the motion and smiled, long, pointed white incisors making indents on his vivid lips. Fangs. Suddenly, like being doused in ice water, everything in Daisuke's head cleared. "Get -- get away from me!" he said in a choked yell, thrashing and kicking against the vampire. He made brief contact with Ken's eyes, flashing with fury and the pupils shrunk to near invisibility in rings of deep purple. "Soon." Then the vampire was gone, leaving the room cold and empty in his wake. "And so you rushed over here to tell me about how you almost got raped," Takeru asked, both eyebrows raised as he stared at Daisuke. He cradled his chin in one hand, the picture of sardonic disbelief. "Because I thought you'd care about how close I'd come to being killed, thank you very much," Daisuke corrected him with a scowl and set aside his empty plate. Talking and eating had taken away the paleness of his skin and returned him to his usual bluster. "And to warn you to be careful!" Takeru started to laugh and was cut off by a yawn. It was much too late to be up, especially on a school night. "Daisuke, I promise to be very careful when dreaming about being violated by vampires--" "I'm being serious, you jerk!" Daisuke said and lunged forward to take Takeru's shoulders. Takeru brought up his hands to stave off being shaken to pieces again, but Daisuke ignored the motion. "Carry a crucifix and a clove of garlic with you at all times, don't go out alone at night, and if you see that guy anywhere, even if it's just in a vision, you tell me right away! For real, okay?" "All right, all right!" Takeru said, feeling like he was in more danger from acting like an idiot than he was the evil undead. Still, in the end it was easier to just give in to what Daisuke wanted. It lowered the overall annoyance factor. "I think you're more insane than usual, but I promise to have a cross and garlic on me -- for one week." He held up a finger for emphasis. He may be agreeing to act like a moron to comfort his friend, but he wasn't about to do it forever. Daisuke grinned in sheer relief and nodded. "Awesome! That should be enough time for the vampire to give up and leave us alone!" Daisuke bounced to his feet; ruffling both hands through his hair so that it stuck out at all angles like a distressed hedgehog. "I'm going to go back to bed. Remember, tell me if you see the freak at all. He'll probably go after you next!" "Daisuke," Takeru said with more patience than he felt, "How am I supposed to know what he looks like?" "I told you, he's that guy," Daisuke said, gathering up both of their plates and forks to take back to the kitchen, "You know, Ken! The guy I ran into on the stairs a few days ago," he clarified when Takeru continued to look blank. Takeru frowned. "I have no idea who you're talking about." Daisuke paused and Takeru saw the same fear as earlier flash across his face. "Purple eyes. He's got purple eyes." "So avoid boys with fangs and purple eyes," Takeru said lightly, mildly disturbed at how deeply this was affecting Daisuke, "Should be tough seeing as how our school is swarming with them. I'll do my best." Daisuke let out a grateful laugh and grinned brightly. "See you tomorrow," he said, heading for the door. Takeru waved half-heartedly and began to scoot down under the cover to return to his interrupted sleep, when he remembered something. "Hey!" he shouted after the other boy's retreating back, "How did you get into my house Daisuke? The door is locked." "Dude," came the distant answer, "I stole your keys three months ago and made copies during shop." "You did what?" Takeru scrambled out of bed, but Daisuke had already made his escape.