In Search of a Blue Shirt | By : Sapphirexkat2 Category: +. to F > DNAngel Views: 9395 -:- 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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