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In Search of a Blue Shirt	By : Sapphirexkat2 Category: +. to F > DNAngel Views: 9327 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: In Search of a Blue Shirt

Author: SapphirexKat2

Rating: NC-17!!!!

Pairing: SatoshixDaisuke .

Warnings: Slightly AU; Yaoi! LEMON!

Disclaimer: I do not own DN Angel. [pout]

Summary: Daisuke and Satoshi go shopping for a blue shirt for Daisuke. They,
um, have a little too much fun in the dressing room.

Status:complete

Niwa Daisuke and Hiwatari Satoshi walked through a clothing department in the
mall, looking around for some nice polos in the junior's section. Apparently,
Emiko-san wanted Daisuke to get a "nice, dark blue dress shirt " for some
dinner party Satoshi was inviting him to. His mother would have made him one,
but she wanted an excuse to send the two teens in public together.

'You two are such a cute couple!' she had raved, hugging them
tightly. ' Who would have figured?' She was more than okay with their
relationship, even though she condemned them from being friends before.
Daiki-san and Kosuke-san didn't mind either, but they weren't like Emiko with
all her " aww, how cute!" gushes, much to Daisuke's relief.

Daisuke still sweat-dropped whenever he thought about it. " My mom can be
crazy sometimes," he muttered to himself, his eyes scanning over a rack of long
sleeved button-downs. There were some nice shades of gray, but he wasn't looking
for that. Why did his mom want dark blue?

Satoshi looked at him from another rack nearby. " What was that?" he asked,
not clearly hearing Daisuke the first time. He approached the other teen.

Daisuke looked at him, embarrassed. " No, I mean, I was just saying that my
mom is strange sometimes. You know�"

Satoshi gave him a small smile. " Oh, it's alright," he said, looking
through the other side of the rack. He found a rather nice dress shirt in the
desired color, but it was checkered with white lines. " This won't do."

A petite woman wearing the red uniform of the store appeared out of nowhere
and stood next to Daisuke. " Do you need some help?" she asked him, smiling
brightly.

Daisuke noticed Satoshi frown slightly out of the corner of his eye, but he
didn't want to be impolite to the woman. " Actually, I was looking for some blue
dress shirts," he replied rather shyly.

The woman nodded. " Oh, no problem. Follow me." She turned and led them
further back. Daisuke and Satoshi followed.

They came to a section where the shirts were separated by colors. Daisuke
instantly noticed the section with blue and went over to it.

" Thank you," he said to the woman. She smiled.

" Anything to help a little cutie," she replied, winking and walking back to
the register. There, she was talking with a couple of her female co-workers and
giggling.

Daisuke looked at the shirts. " She was nice."

Satoshi remained silent as he, too, searched through the selection. The red
head noticed his boyfriend's irritation and couldn't help but grin warmly. Satoshi
was the jealous type sometimes.

The genius pulled out a dark blue button down and held it against Daisuke. He
studied it for a moment. " This might look about right," he said.

Daisuke took it. " Really? Should I go try it on?"

" Sure. I'll give you another shirt if I find one."

Daisuke nodded and left to find the dressing room. There was no one inside
any of the five aligned stalls, so he just took one at the end of the row. It
was the large one for handicaps. He probably shouldn't have taken it, but it
beat the smaller stalls.

He locked the door and took off his red t-shirt before slipping on the dark
blue button down. It had some nice patterns sewn around the collar and wrist
cuffs. He buttoned it up and grinned at himself in the full-length mirror. The color clashed with his hair, but so did Satoshi's. It was strange how such polar opposites could attract, but that was always the case in science. Daisuke didn't know why he loved Satoshi. He just did. He was sure Satoshi didn't like him just for his redeeming qualities. Was that okay?

There came a knock on his door, and Daisuke opened it. Satoshi came in with a
different shirt, but when he saw Daisuke in the first one, he just hung it on
the door knob absently.

" That looks good," Satoshi complimented, his azure eyes appraising the other
teen behind his thin spectacles. Daisuke had tried to get him to stop wearing the fake glasses, but they just ended up arguing and making out, causing the cycle to repeat itself. Satoshi really was a clever one. " Do you like it?"

Daisuke looked at himself in the mirror again. " Yeah, I think it's great,"
he replied. He was about to unbutton it when he noticed Satoshi locking the
door. " Um, Satoshi-kun�"

Satoshi took the wrist that rested on the first button and brought him close.
" Hush, Dai-chan," he whispered, his voice slightly husky. " You don't want them
to hear us, do you?"

Daisuke blushed, heat rising to his cheeks at the look in Satoshi's eyes. "
What are--"

He was abruptly cut off as the blue haired teen brought their lips together
in a gentle kiss. Daisuke moaned softly and opened his mouth to Satoshi's
requesting tongue, removing the other's glasses and tossing them somewhere. Once inside, Satoshi
delved in greedily to claim him as their kiss grew more passionate. Daisuke felt his knees tremble as their
tongues brushed together constantly, Satoshi teasing him with swirls and
flicks. Daisuke found himself responding just as fervently, intent on getting
more of his boyfriend.

Satoshi let out a pleased sigh and broke their kiss, his cool hands roaming
underneath the dress shirt. Daisuke gasped as Satoshi licked his way to his neck
and nipped at a sensitive spot by his jaw. His own hands came up to grip at pale
blue locks, encouraging him.

" Ngh� Sat�toshi-kun," he whispered out raggedly, trying to keep his voice
low. " We can't� here."

One of Satoshi's hands pinched Daisuke's nipple, causing the red head to moan
softly. He kissed up to Daisuke's ear. " You want to bet on that?" he asked
teasingly, breathing hotly against his skin. " Come on, Dai-chan�"

Daisuke had a hard time thinking logically with Satoshi's hands roaming down
to his hips and caressing the skin there. He had been horrified (and aroused) with Satoshi's rather kinky nature so unlike a reserved and proper Hikari. "B-but if we're c-caught�" he
replied.

" If you're quiet, we won't be," Saotshi said, smirking.

" What's that supposed to mean?" Daisuke asked, blushing furiously. Satoshi
chuckled and gave Daisuke a chaste kiss.

" I think you know exactly what that means." Satoshi pushed Daisuke against
the wall and crushed their bodies together, his patience wearing thin. He felt
the red head's arousal tight against his own and pushed forward. Daisuke
groaned.

" Oh god�" he gasped, panting heavily. Satoshi grinned and let his hand trail
lazily down to his clothed erection. He gave it a light squeeze, and Daisuke
arched, his eyes fluttering in pleasure.

" You're so responsive, Dai-chan," Satoshi said huskily, his own control
slipping at the sight before him. Daisuke whimpered and looked at him with half
lidded eyes, his crimson orbs now darkened to a deep, blood red.

" Satoshi-kun�" Daisuke wrapped his arms around Satoshi's waist and brought
him closer. His fingers dug helplessly into the thin material of his light blue
dress shirt, pulling them out of his slacks.

" What do you want, Dai-chan?" Satoshi asked, his single hand skillfully
undoing Daisuke's jeans and pushing them open. He slipped his hand underneath
the black boxers and grasped him firmly.

Daisuke leaned into the taller teen, panting harshly against his neck as
Satoshi's hand began to stroke him lazily. Daisuke pulled him down and kissed
him roughly, his passion quickly consuming him. Satoshi inwardly smirked,
waiting exactly for that moment. He created a path down to the hollow of the red
head's neck and nipped at the skin there before going lower. He eventually
came to his knees.

Daisuke looked down at him, tempted to just cum at the sight. He watched as
Satoshi slyly looked up at him with deep azure eyes and licked the tip of his leaking erection.
Satoshi had to bring his hands up to keep Daisuke's squirming hips in place.

" You don't want me to choke, do you?" Satoshi asked teasingly, pushing his
hips back against the wall and locking them there. Daisuke cried out as Satoshi
suddenly deep throated him and pulled out, sucking slowly. " Or do you?" He
licked his lips, tasting the red head on his tongue.

" Satoshi-kun," Daisuke whispered, begging. Satoshi looked up into pleading
and lustful ruby eyes, instantly falling under their spell. Closing his eyes, he
descended his mouth upon Daisuke's wet cock, licking the stiff organ lovingly.
He felt Daisuke's slender hands bury themselves in his hair for leverage.

Daisuke's soft pants and moans filled the small room. His hands half wanted
to pull Satoshi closer and push him away. His climax was fast approaching.

" I- I'm gonna --," he gasped out, warning Satoshi, but this only made the
other teen suck at him harder. Within minutes, Daisuke's orgasm came, and he
released with a supressed cry, much to Satoshi's relief and disappointment. The
blue haired teen spat some of the cum onto his fingers and stood. He used his
free hand to drop Daisuke's pants to the ground.

"Think you'll be able to keep your next series of screams in check,
Dai-chan?" Satoshi teased as he spread Daisuke's legs apart. Daisuke whimpered
as Satoshi fingers prodded at his entrance. He leaned against the taller figure,
panting and moaning softly.

" Oh god, Satoshi," Daisuke whispered shakily, clinging onto the other's arms
as Satoshi's fingers penetrated him. He felt the warm, slick digits stretch him
almost teasingly, thrusting in at different angles, searching. Daisuke kicked
away his pants that were pooled at his ankles and wrapped one leg around
Satoshi's waist. The taller teen groaned in appreciation at the close
contact.

" Do you -- want to bring this to the floor?" Satoshi asked with a little
difficulty. It was hard to concentrate and not cum in his pants with Daisuke
clawing at him frantically. His boyfriend shook his head in response.

" No. I want it -- ah!" Daisuke's speech was cut off as Satoshi's fingers hit
that particular spot roughly, causing him to shudder and thrust their bodies
together. " Satoshi� please," he finally begged, eyes dark with lust and
need.

Satoshi nodded and opened his slacks, pushing them out of the way with swift
movements. Daisuke licked his lips in anticipation as the other teen held him up
slightly against the wall. Satoshi entered him as gently as he could but Daisuke
kept squirming with impatience.

" Dai-- suke," Satoshi rasped out, panting harshly between syllables. " Slow
down�"

Daisuke shook his head. " N-no, Satoshi-kun. I need you."

The last shreds of Satosh's control flew out the window and he gave in to
Daisuke's request. He crushed their mouths together and set a fast and
satisfying pace for the both of them. He could feel Daisuke's muffled screams
passing between them through their heated kiss. They were sure that if someone
walked in, he could hear them, but that didn't seem to matter anymore. Their
passions were getting the better of them.

Daisuke was horribly failing at being quiet. His strangled moans and cries
were only fueling Satoshi's growing desire. Since Satoshi's hands were full just
holding him up, Daisuke brought his own hand down to pull at his aching arousal,
his rhythm matching Satoshi's.

" Scream for me," Satoshi said raggedly, thrusting harder. Daisuke felt the
change in pace and moaned appreciatively. " I want to hear you."

Daisuke couldn't resist the command, and when Satoshi suddenly switched
angles he came with a shattering cry. The other teen followed right after him,
groaning low against Daisuke's neck. Panting and sticky, Satoshi carefully
pulled out and gently placed Daisuke back on his feet. The red head stumbled
slightly.

Daisuke's warm semen stained both of their shirts, Satoshi's slacks and some
of the carpeted floor. Smiling, Satoshi ran his hands along Daisuke's chosen
blue dress shirt and swiped at the pearly cum by the edge of the material with
his finger. He brought it to his mouth and licked it off. Daisuke watched with
half-lidded eyes as Satoshi straightened his slacks and searched for his
discarded pants.

" I wonder� if anyone heard us," Daisuke said, still trying to catch his
breath. He felt sleepy and satiated. He just wanted to curl up next to Satoshi
and go to sleep. It didn't register yet that he was supposed to feel mortified.

Satoshi knelt before him and helped him slip on his boxers and pants. Daisuke
held onto his boyfriend's shoulders for balance as he slid each leg in. Since
his shoes were still on, it was a little difficult.

Satoshi stood back up and kissed Daisuke's cheek. " I think they did," he
replied, unbuttoning Daisuke's shirt. " That's why it's so quiet."

" Do you think they'll ban us from shopping here?" Daisuke asked, suddenly
worried and embarrassed. Satoshi adjusted his glasses as he slipped off the blue
shirt.

" No, I don't think so Dai-chan."

After several minutes of trying to look presentable, the two teens left the
dressing room - one looking cautious and the other looking smug.
There was no one in the dressing area ("Whew!" Daisuke sighed), but when they
came out into the main store there were several patrons looking their direction.
The saleswomen that they saw earlier were blushing by the cash register.

Satoshi, with the shirt in hand and Daisuke walking beside him, made his way
to purchase the shirt.

The woman said nothing as he ran the tag through, all the while refusing to
meet the two teens' gazes and looking a little flustered. Satoshi gave her the
money and took the bag.

" Thank you," he said, turning to walk off.

" Come again!" he heard a woman call out. He felt Daisuke cringe with
embarrassment.

" Told you so," Satoshi muttered as they walked out.

- - - -

" Ah! You two are finally home!" Emiko-san raved, meeting them at the door.
She hugged both teens then looked at the bag Satoshi was carrying. " Can I see
it?"

Daisuke, turning furiously scarlet at this, snatched the bag from Satoshi's
hand. " Anou! Matte kudasai! I'll� um� show it to you later," he practically
exclaimed, hoping to stall until he washed it. Satoshi sniggered beside him.

" Don't be ashamed! Come on, Dai-chan! I'm sure it looks great on you." Emiko
argued happily. Daisuke just dodged her, grabbed Satoshi's hand and pulled him
upstairs.

" Later, mom!" Daisuke called back.

Once inside Daisuke's room, the red head closed the door and pushed Satoshi
against it. " Satoshi-kun!" he said, trying to sound angry but failing horribly.
" That wasn't funny!"

Satoshi grinned. " Yes, I know," he replied.

" Now I have to get this dry cleaned before mom sees it."

" Then let's go." Satoshi took Daisuke's hand and led him out of the room.
Daisuke didn't protest, instead flushing again for the umpteenth time. There
weren't any, um, rooms at the dry cleaner's, were there? He supposed he'd
just have to find out.

Notes: I hope you liked it! My first DN Angel lemon. LoL. I felt so dirty
right this.
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