Satoshi glared at the papers spread across his already filled desk. Thirty-six pages filled top to bottom, front and back, with just a single, repeated word. Please. All handwritten…the letters so small and close together that they seem to run together, making it hard to read. Takeshi was about to get on his last nerve. In the two weeks that he'd been attempting to get an interview, he'd cost the police force on Dark's case half its equipment and nearly all their budget replacing said equipment. Satoshi had even been forced to spend his own money to help. He'd also managed singlehandedly I might add, to bungle up four attempts of capturing Dark. Usually it took the entire squad to mess his plans up so badly.

He had to admit, Takeshi had made his usually dull life much more interesting. With all the "surprise" visits and sudden mishaps, Satoshi had had to stay on his toes, learning to expect the very unexpected. Truth be told, it was kind of…fun. But he couldn't let it go on for much longer. He was sure that the higher-ups and his father would soon be knocking at his door, demanding to know what was going on, who was causing the trouble. From experience, he knew he couldn't hold them off for more than just a few days. His father he couldn't hold off at all, given his persistence to have to be a part of everything in Satoshi's life.

With a sigh, he gathered the papers and tossed them into the trash, only to hear a gasp of outrage from the office door. "It took me hours to write those! You can't just throw them away!" He looked up at Takeshi, then gaped. The brunette wore a light pink dress that would normally be found on an old woman. Proof of that was the gray wig that sat crooked on his head. He'd painted his lips a bright red that had been out of style for decades (it was even smudged for crying out loud), a pair of glasses hung from a thin golden chain around his neck, and he'd added padding to give him a few extra pounds. Satoshi wondered how Takashi was fool enough to believe the disguise would hide who he really was.

"Saehara, what are you wearing?"

A grin lighted his face. "Like it? Everyone here knows who I am 'cause I grew up around most of them. I can't sneak around if the officers keep stopping me to say hi. But an anonymous old lady, on the other hand, won't call any attention."

"And who fell for it?"

Takeshi frowned. "Officer Kamari. No one else commented, so I assume they did too."

Glancing out the door, Satoshi found said officer staring at Takeshi's back, jaw dropped. Everyone else was laughing, obviously having held it in while Takeshi had been among them so as not to hurt his feelings. He assumed one of the other's had told him that it had been Takeshi. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about Kamari seeing as the man was nearly blind without his glasses. It was the reason he did deskwork instead of fieldwork. It wouldn't be right to fire him or dock pay. If it had been any other officer, he could happily do so and he doubted anyone would blame him.

"No offense," Satoshi said, "But you're so simpleminded."

"Am not! I'm the world's greatest reporter! I'm not allowed to be simpleminded. Besides, have your read any of my columns? They're insightful, thoughtful, beautifully written! Not the work of a simple-minded person!"

"Right. Whatever you say." He hesitated before motioning for Takeshi to sit down in one of the chairs in front of the desk. "We need to talk."

"Are you agreeing?" he asked hopefully.

"No."

"Then why should I talk to you?"

"Do you want a chance to change my mind?"

Takeshi moved so quickly that Satoshi barely saw him as he sat down. "Talk away," he said, propping his feet up on the desk, his shoes landing on a murder file, and crossed his arms behind his head, perfectly at ease.

"Stop using the station and the operations as your playground."

"Why?"

Satoshi's eyes narrowed. "Because you're becoming a nuisance. I'm sick of having to hear the officers complain to me and Chief. I don't care if you keep on, just stop punishing the police. If the bosses get wind of what you're doing, it could mean your father's job."

Paling, Takeshi sat up, feet back on the floor. "Couldn't you just arrest me? Put me on probation? Dad's not a part of this."

"He is since it seems that he can't keep you under control. He actually encourages you."

"Is it so bad to have a father that supports me in what I do? That loves me enough to accept my choices, no matter what they are? Who lets me decide what I should do as long as it's nothing dangerous and I don't break his rules?"

"Not at all. It is bad that he lets you make a mess of what he does, though. I would hate to lose him since he's one of the few decent officers that I have…not sure how he got promoted to Chief, but he's better than some of the others working here. I won't have a say over what happens if you keep making trouble here."

"What if I stopped making a mess of things? If I just stood beside you and kept talking?"

"Then I'd get fired for not getting my job done and there would be no need for an interview."

Takeshi frowned, disappointed. "Alright. No annoying you at work. Anything else?"

"Did you bring anything to change into?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"If you're staying at the station, you have to switch clothes…and take off that lipstick, it's horrible."

Smirking just slightly, Takeshi stood slowly, his hand moving to remove the wig, which had become even more crooked during their talk. Satoshi watched, surprised, as the brunette leaned over the desk. "I thought it made my lips look fuller," he mumbled, absently licking his lips. It was just a quick flick of his tongue, but it was enough to draw Satoshi's attention, enough to make him lean in just slightly, as though fixated on his lips.

"It's tacky," Satoshi forced out, his voice hoarse.

Takeshi gave a small laugh as he brought first one knee, and then the other, onto the desk, so that he was kneeling on top of it, his face inches from Satoshi's. "Tacky? I don't think anyone has ever called me tacky before. At least not that I know of…Do you think they do?" He didn't wait for Satoshi to answer. "Now that I think of it, they probably do. I don't think that the girls in our class like me much. They don't really talk to me unless I have a scoop on Dark, especially the younger Harada. So it's totally possible that they talk behind my back." His eyes widened dramatically. "And don't get me started on the guys! I swear that some of them are into other guys. You wouldn't believe how many I've caught staring at my ass…come to think of it, I've seen a few stare at yours too. It's not that I don't have a thing against gays…I mean, I've actually been into a few guys…not that I take advantage of the locker room or anything…or that I've ever been into you…not that I couldn't be into you. You're very hot for a nerd…not that I think you're a nerd. You're just very-"

"Saehara?"

"Yeah?" He moved slightly closer to Satoshi, causing him to tense, his breath to catch. Their lips were just a feather's width apart, their breaths mingling.

"Do you ever stop talking?" his voice had the smallest of trembles, barely noticeable. But Takeshi had spent weeks listening in on every conversation Satoshi had had and heard it immediately.

Takeshi shook his head. "No. Does it get on your nerves? I know that some people hate it. Dad's always trying to get me to shut up…once he actually tried to tape my mouth shut. That didn't work, I just kept on talking and talking and talking. He thinks that it's a nervous habit. That whenever something has me worried or I don't know what to say, then I say everything that pops into my mind and I just can't stop."

Satoshi, despite his better judgment, asked, "What're you nervous about now?"

Smiling, he licked his lips, once again drawing Satoshi's attention to them, "Can't tell you that. I just know that if I don't shut up soon, I'm gonna say something that I'm gonna regret…not that I don't regret saying that I'm kinda into guys…Oh, don't tell Dad that, okay? He'd freak. Kinda like that time when he found me taking a bath with the boy-next-door when I was eight." He fell silent for a moment, then "I shouldn't have said that."

Satoshi sat there, his eyes a bit wider than normal. "Maybe you should go before you say something that I really don't want to hear," he ground out, trying to appear unaffected by Takeshi's proximity.

"Right," he said, but hesitated a moment before climbing off the desk and backing towards the door. He was nearly out when he said, quietly, "Satoshi?"

Even having knowing each other since they were children, they'd never been on a first name basis. The sound of his name spoken so softly, so carefully, pulled a moan from Satoshi and he bit his lip to keep it back. "What?"

"The interview?"

"No."

Takeshi pouted for a moment before throwing a smirk at Satoshi. "Alrighty then. I'll talk to you later!"

Satoshi groaned as he watched the brunette's retreating back, resting his head in his hands in frustration. Despite that Takeshi was giving him something unexpected to look forward to, to help him get through the day, no matter that he didn't know he was doing it or how annoying it tended to get, he wished that things would go back to how they were before Takeshi had found out. When he was practically ignored by everyone and regarded as just an arrogant nerd.

But the sight of Takeshi kneeling on top of the large desk, faces almost touching, the way he licked his tacky red lips, even the nonstop chattering, drew Satoshi to him and he wondered how he had ever thought of 

Takeshi as just another guy in the class. How he had never noticed just how…enticing he was in the years that they had known each other. Even the few times that they had talked Satoshi had never really paid him any attention.

And now he knew he wasn't going to be able to get the guy out of his mind. He was sure that it would jeopardize his attention on Dark even more than it had already been. The wonderment over how Takeshi's lips would feel against his own would be at the forefront of his mind. The thought of how their bodies would move together, skin against skin, breaths mingling, would keep him occupied for hours.

Dangerous Interview

Takeshi looked up at the window that led to the small apartment where Satoshi lived by himself. It was cracked open, just the tiniest bit so that it wouldn't draw attention unless you looked right at it or knew it was there, but enough to put his fingers under it to lift it open. He'd managed to sneak into the apartment the previous week and had opened the window to give him access if he ever needed it…it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do since it was the apartment of someone who was an intricate part of the police…and could get in touch with Chief at any moment to play tattle-tell…but he was glad he had done so. It was time to move on to Plan B: Operation Sex Slave.

He couldn't help the small shiver that ran through him at the thought of his plans. But after their encounter the hour before, he knew that, even though Satoshi refused to admit it, he wasn't entirely immune to Takeshi. Though a virgin, as innocent as even Daisuke, he wasn't completely oblivious when it came to what other's felt. He'd seen movies, read books, watched the way a guy's eyes would change whenever they watched someone they wanted. He'd seen the look of hunger in Satoshi's blue eyes when they landed on his lips. He'd heard the way his voice had changed, had grown quieter, deeper. He'd noticed the way that he'd had to fight to not strain to get closer.

And he had to admit, he'd also had to fight to not touch Satoshi. Those few minutes in that small office had forced himself to look at things a different way. To think of everything that might be gain through his persistence in getting that interview. To think of what might be lost. While he'd only been joking that first day about becoming Satoshi's sex slave, he now realized that it might be just what needed to be done. But he didn't want his first time to be about just an interview.

Despite telling Satoshi that he'd had crushes on just a few guys, while not necessarily a lie, was a bit misleading. He'd known for years that he preferred guys over girls…though it did bug him when he caught guys staring at his ass, he just didn't see what the big deal was. So what if his was a bit more…plump than the other guys. Though knowing he was gay and finding a guy that was actually worth his time was two totally different things. He wanted his first time to mean something, to be special. And, while Satoshi's presence had been an assault on Takeshi's mind and body earlier, it still wasn't enough to just give himself over to be ravished without regretting it.

Still, if it was what he had to do, he would do it. He had never let anything stop him from getting a story before, and he wouldn't let anything stop him now, even if that anything was his very beliefs and feelings. Sighing, he climbed up to the window and pushed it up.

He jumped through, into Satoshi's bedroom. The only furniture in the room was a twin-sized bed with a plain black comforter and matching pillows and a small dresser. From his snooping he knew that the dresser wasn't filled with clothes, but files on the cases he was working and notes on Dark. Takeshi had diligently read through every note, twice, but had found nothing of importance. He guessed that Satoshi kept all of the "important" stuff that Takeshi wanted was locked tight at the station.

He glanced at the clock. Five minutes until Satoshi got home. Five minutes to get dressed…well, undressed, in a manner of speaking. He shed the old lady outfit and tossed it into the duffle bag he'd brought with him, leaving him in the thigh-length, dark blue gym shorts that he wore to bed every night and a white tank top that clung to his thin stomach. Digging into the bag, he brought out a small container that held fudge that he'd made himself early that morning. He hoped that they'd soften Satoshi up, just enough to get him to listen. He sat on the bed, resting his back against the wall, and waited.

Despite the chill in the room, sweat trickled down his forehead and he fidgeted with the blanket nervously. When the front door creaked open and slammed shut, Takeshi flinched and fought back the urge to get up and jump out the window. He heard Satoshi moving around the living room, occasionally mumbling beneath his breath, something that Takeshi thought was extremely out of character for the guy. He could even hear a few curses. A small smile lit Takeshi's face as he realized that Satoshi wasn't always calm and collected, that he sometimes had "human" moments. And this was one of them.

The smile disappeared. Satoshi, obviously, wasn't in a good mood. And the sight of Takeshi sitting on his bed, in clothes that showed enough skin that he might as well have been naked, could make him angrier. He was about grab his bag and hurry out the window, to save this particular idea for another day, when Satoshi walked into the room. There was a single moment when they just stared at each other, Satoshi with shock and Takeshi with fear. Satoshi went pale for a moment before his cheeks turned red in anger.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he snapped. He glanced at the still open window before moving to close it. "You've taken this too far."

Biting his lower lip, Takeshi crawled towards the end of the bed. "I know. But I thought…" his voice trailed off for a moment, but he forced himself to continue, to sound confident. "I want this. I know there are better ways to go about it, but I can't think of any. I don't care what happens to me. Arrest me, tell Dad, whatever. But I'm not gonna let you get rid of me."

Satoshi glared before sitting on the bed next to him. "This isn't a good time, Saehara."

"It's never a good time for you," Takeshi retorted. His voice was slightly mocking, but he felt sympathy for the busy teen. "What happened? I didn't cause any problems with your bosses, did I?"

"Not my bosses, no." He sighed, his whole body tense. "My…father is making a big deal out of everything. He's not happy with me." He forced a laugh. "It's nothing new, nothing I can't handle."

Hesitantly, Takeshi cupped Satoshi's cheek and turned his head so that brown eyes meet blue. "I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble."

"Don't worry about it. Everything's fine."

Takeshi shook his head before wrapping his arms around Satoshi, feeling guilty about what he was putting him through. "But it's my fault that he's giving you a hard time."

"Stop blaming yourself…And let go of me."

"No. I'm guilty. I have to make up for my crimes. You're upset and since I caused all the trouble, it's my job to cheer you up."

"It's not your fault, Saehara. Father's just very…exacting when comes to me. I haven't been perfect enough for a while. It would've happened sooner or later anyway." Satoshi looked down at Takeshi's painfully guilty face when he made a distressed sound. Without thinking, he wrapped his own arms around the brunette, holding him close.

"I should've just accepted that you said no, though. If I wasn't so stubborn-"

"You'd be boring. Get a hold of yourself, Saehara. Besides, I doubt you'll give up even now. I don't want you to give up."

Takeshi looked up at him with wide eyes. "You don't?"

"No." He smirked slightly, "If you gave up, who'd cause problems and make sure that I always had something to do." Instinctively, he leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. For a moment, neither moved, both too surprised by the sudden action. When Satoshi did pull away, he did so completely, moving to the other side of the room and muttered a quiet, "I'm sorry."

Takeshi watched him for a moment before saying, "You're right."

Satoshi glanced at him before turning his gaze out the window. "About what?"

"I won't give up."

Looking back at him, Satoshi gave a small, sexy smile. "You don't have to. I'm giving in."

Takeshi's breath caught at the sight as he grinned back. He swore that he'd do everything he could to see that smile again.

Woo-Hoo! The second chapter up! I had fun writing this one...a bit fast at the end since I hadn't planned on putting the first kiss scene in 'til much later, but I don't argue with my muses...much. They tend to get cranky if I do. If there's anything in this chapter that seems out of place (the occassional word or sentence or whatever) tell me and I'll try to fix it. I was writing this in bits and pieces, always going back to rewrite and add things. I've read it through a few times to make sure it makes sense, but, knowing my luck, I might have missed something. Now that Satoshi's agreed, it's gonna be more fun...I just have to come up with some good questions for Takeshi to ask...If anyone wants to put in some input on that, go ahead! And the wackier the questions, the better! Review!