Confessed Love

Confessed Love
Story by: Kujaku Silverdragon
Pairing: Daisuke Motomiya/Ken Ichijouji
This Story Includes: Yaoi, Lemon, PWP, Semi-exhibitionism, humor
Characters Taken From: Digimon Season 2


**DISCLAIMER** I do not own Digimon or its characters. This is a work of fiction and will not be used to invoke profit.


“NO HESITATION, NO DELAY! YOU COME ON JUST LIKE SPECIAL K!!!” Daisuke Motomiya sang at the top of his lungs as he leapt around his small bedroom in a pair of red boxers and holding a hairbrush for a “microphone.” He was listening to a very popular song by Placebo with the volume on his stereo cranked up to max. Daisuke, or “Davis,” as he preferred to be called, was in a surprisingly good mood that morning as he pulled on a pair of grey khakis and a tight, black T-shirt.

“WOOHOO!” Davis screamed, picking up a neglected hockey stick that leaned against his closed closet door, starting to “play along” as the music came to a guitar solo.

When the song ended, Davis switched off his CD player and sauntered into the bathroom down the hall. He flipped on the light and studied his reflection. Hair in complete disarray, Davis picked up a hairbrush and quickly set it right. He then grabbed a large, (emphasis on LARGE), bottle of gel and spiked his hair up just the way he liked it. He stared at himself a bit longer and then, reaching down, found a tube of his sister Jun’s mascara. Davis then promptly began applying some, bringing out his long, rather feminine eyelashes.

Finally, Davis stepped back. Admiring his boyish good looks in the mirror, he put on a questioning, yet sexy look and said, “Are you lookin’ at me? Are you lookin’ at me? Well, there’s no one else here so you must be lookin’ at me…” Davis glanced around the room, as if expecting to find someone else, and then turned back to the mirror. He bared his teeth at the glass, growled to the best of his ability and then, giggling, ran back to his room.

“Time to go…” he said to himself as he proceeded to put socks on. Then, thinking like a dirty young school boy, stripped down to just his T-shirt and then replaced his pants, this time with nothing but a smile underneath. “Hee… much better…” he thought to himself as he put on a pair of casual Converse and then left, grabbing his wallet on the way out the door.

Davis walked down to the nearest convenient store, which just so happened to be owned by his good friend Miyako “Yolei” Inoue’s parents. As Davis walked in the sliding glass doors he was greeted by a smiling, violet haired girl with a pair of glasses fixed firmly to her nose. “Hi, Davis! What brings you here?” she asked.

“Nothin’ much. Just came to buy some Pork Dumplings!” he grinned.

“Ah! Good timing! My mom just made a fresh batch. How many do you want?” she asked.

“Uh…” Davis thought a moment, “better make it six.”

“SIX??!!” Yolei said with surprise as she walked over and retrieved the desired amount from a glass case full of steaming baked goods, “You’re not going to eat six pork dumplings all by yourself are you?”

“Of course not!” Davis said a little indignantly.

“Then what are you going to do with all these?” Yolei asked, quite interested.

“They’re not just for me!” Davis smiled mischievously as he paid Yolei and began walking towards the door.

“Who then!?” Yolei was getting impatient as she leaned out over the service counter.

“Bye Yolei!” Davis laughed, waving over his shoulder, leaving Yolei in a huff, curiosity boiling.

“Dumb boys…” she mumbled to herself as she picked up a broom to sweep the floor.


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