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Fandom: Digimon Adventure 02
Title: Classroom Accident
Romance: Takeru x Daisuke/Daisuke x Takeru
Word Count: chapter: 1,213||story: 6,000
Genre: Romance, Friendship||Rated: R
Written For: Diversity Writing Challenge, section H23, M-rated fic; Pairing Diversity Boot Camp, #30, desire; Word Count Set Boot Camp, #6, 6,000; 28 Days of Love Challenge, any pairing; New Year's Mini-Advent, write an AU; Monthly Restrict, start with something that's not a word in an English dictionary
Note: This is an AU. Not a general human/non-Digimon oriented AU, but a magical school AU.
Summary: Errors in the classroom are bad enough under ordinary circumstances. But when one attends a school for magic, then mistakes can have consequences with far-reaching results.

Heated, passionate moans echoed off the walls as the two of them moved together, sweat-streaked skin against sweat-streaked skin. Takeru couldn't tell which sounds he made and which sounds Daisuke made. Nor did he feel that it mattered all that much, not compared to the fact both of them made the sounds in the first place.

Their voices twined together much like their bodies did, finally merging into deeper, richer, more intense cries of pleasure. Perhaps the effects of the potion had something to do with why they didn't stop right after the first one, but took enough time only to catch their breath, and start all over again, this time in different configurations.

Outside, the sun set, the stars glimmered into sight, and the moon rolled through the sky, until once again the sun peeked over the horizon's edge. When it did, Daisuke and Takeru could be found in one another's embrace, deeply asleep.

Takeru woke first, every muscle weary from the unexpected use he'd put them through, and very much in need of a hot shower and breakfast.

What happened last night? He couldn't remember if he'd even bothered to attend most of his classes the day before. He didn't remember them if he did. Everything up until about halfway through potions seemed as usual, but then…

He caught a glimpse of Daisuke's head, nestled against his side, and everything came crashing back into his mind. He swallowed, staring, trying not to think of all the long months he'd suppressed his attraction to Daisuke and what he would have to do now that they'd done this.

I can keep my mouth shut, that's what I can do, he told himself. Daisuke didn't need to know. No one else needed to know at all. They could and would write it all off as being the potion's fault and they would all move onward and make certain not to let this happen again.

As he started to untangle himself from Daisuke, the other stirred, opening his eyes and blinking in a way that Takeru tried not to find adorable and failed completely at.

"Good morning," Takeru said, deciding the best way was to just power through all of this and pretend it was absolutely ordinary. "You want the shower first?" Daisuke probably would want to get back to Ken as fast as he could anyway.

Daisuke yawned, rubbing at his eyes, and pushed himself upward, looking from himself to Takeru and their respective lack of clothing.

"Whoa, last night really happened, huh?" Daisuke stretched again and wormed his way to his feet. "Yeah, I guess so… be nice if I had some clean clothes to put on, though." He prodded at the pile of sweaty clothes from the night before and made a face.

"And you call yourself a wizard," Takeru said, a small smile on his lips. Daisuke gave him an annoyed look.

"Cleaning spells and me don't mix."

Takeru decided asking for more details just wasn't what he wanted to do at this hour. He got up himself and headed over to where his morning mail appeared. Every student had a place like this in their quarters, where mail arrived at regular intervals. His was an ornately carved table, decorated with lovely angel wings, and a small statue of an angel overlooking a pile of mail. He thumbed through it, trying to find anything at all to take his mind off the fact Daisuke hadn't yet hit the shower and still stood there finger-combing his hair, naked as could be.

Most of his mail he threw right into the trash can, since it was nothing more than various congratulations on his experience with Daisuke. One note was addressed to him and Daisuke both, telling them that they had the day off from classes to recover from their 'strenuous night', but the next day they would be expected to make up for everything they'd missed.

Two others he kept as well: one from Ken and one from his brother Yamato. That one he read in a few seconds and wasn't surprised to find out Yamato wanted to talk to him about taking better care in potions class.

Like he's one to talk. He'd make a point to remind Yamato of what had happened with him and Taichi a couple of years earlier if he had to.

The one from Ken, however, he stared at without opening, until he finally turned to Daisuke.

"I think this is probably for you," he said, tossing it over. He couldn't imagine what Ken would have to say to him.

Daisuke picked it up, giving up the attempt to do something with his hair to read it. He blinked after what could only be the first couple of lines.

"It's for both of us, actually. Ken says he thinks we all need to talk. Oh, and he sent me some clean clothes." Daisuke's lips softened into a warm smile and Takeru tried his best to ignore the soft stab of jealousy at the sight.

He focused instead on what Daisuke had just said. "What does he think we need to talk about?"

Daisuke looked down at the note, then started to put it away, only to be reminded that he didn't have anything on to put it in. He settled for tossing it onto the bed before he turned toward Takeru.

"Well, I guess the best way to say it is this," he said. Takeru didn't have a chance to move before Daisuke put one hand behind Takeru's head, pulled him closer, and planted a long, soft, sweet kiss right on his lips.

Takeru didn't think that he could have moved even if Daisuke wasn't holding his head into place. His eyes widened and he melted into the kiss, one hand fumbling around until it rested on Daisuke's hip, starting to slowly return it. Daisuke moved closer, his arousal stirring against Takeru's leg, and Takeru found it more than a little difficult to breathe.

"That," Daisuke murmured, leaning his head back just enough so that he could speak, his breath brushing across Takeru's lips. "We need to talk about that."

Takeru blinked several times, trying his best to bring proper words to mind, and not having the slightest success in doing so. He did manage a small nod and a noise that could've been mistaken for a 'yes' if someone wished to take it that way.

Daisuke rested his arms around Takeru's neck for a second or two, then stepped back all the way. "I'm gonna hit the shower."

He headed out of the room and Takeru could hear him murmuring in pleasure over the clean clothes Ken had somehow gotten to him. Takeru pulled in a huge breath and shook his head in a not entirely successful attempt to clear his mind.

The potion's effects had passed. He could feel that. So Daisuke's kiss just now hadn't been because of it. He knew the way he felt wasn't either.

Yeah. I think Ken's got the right idea. We need to talk about this.

His practical side wanted to write this off as the end of his dreams. But Takeru's hope had always been stronger than his logic, and he let himself believe in what could be.

The End

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