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Kiss and Rumble

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Kiss and Rumble

Author’s Note: Set after Digimon Adventure 02 and prior to Digimon Adventure tri. Enjoy the story and R&R.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Digimon series.

Pairings: Established Daisuke x Takeru. Referenced one-sided (canon) Daisuke x Hikari, past Daisuke x Wallace.

Summary:

Motomiya Daisuke and Takaishi Takeru play Digimon Rumble Arena, and teach each other a thing or two in the process.


YOU WIN!

“Not again!” Takaishi Takeru fought a losing battle against curbing his frustration.

“Hear that? That’s the sound of Motomiya Daisuke-sama dominating the field!”

Daisuke was whooping his butt at Digimon Rumble Arena; as namesake implies, a Digi-centric fighting game. Koushiro developed it to practice software design, and distributed copies among the Chosen Children to beta test.

It took all Takeru’s willpower not to smash down his controller. “I hate this game! I never win!”

“Ha! That’s what you get for playing as Seraphimon! Imperialdramon: Paladin Mode lines up much better combos!”

Even when he wasn’t trying to impress Hikari and evolve V-mon into “UltraAngemon,” Daisuke still had to one-up him.

“How am I supposed to compete? I’m already on the ground before I can land Seven Heavens!”

“I guess I could teach you some moves,” Daisuke mocked, milking the moment. “Provided the right incentive came along.”

Nudge nudge.

Takeru hung in defeat for what felt like the billionth time in a row that afternoon, delivering a begrudging peck to his boyfriend’s cheek, to which Daisuke frowned.

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is that kiss!”

“What about it?” Takeru scratched his head. “I’m part French, remember?”

“Exactly! That’s not how the French do it!”

“It isn’t?”

“No, this is how the French do it!” He hoisted Takeru by his shirt, then jammed his tongue in his mouth.

Man, was Daisuke ever a horrible kisser! Like a dog licking his face, only grosser.

Takeru seriously considered kicking him across the room. “You can’t kiss to save your life!”

“Hmph! Wallace would disagree with you!” an irate Daisuke defended his record.

Low blow. Nothing nastier than comparing his current blond, blue-eyed clanmate to his equally blond, blue-eyed ex from the U.S. of A.

Keep it together, Takeru. Keep it together.

If Wallace was a WonderSwan and Takeru was a PlayStation, Daisuke had traded in his dated tech for a shinier console. The latter found solace in that fact.

He swallowed his pride.

“I guess I could teach you some moves,” Takeru echoed, plotting payback. “Provided the right incentive came along.”

Wink wink.

Past relationship aside, who could complain when Takaishi Takeru volunteered to make out?

“Uh, yeah!” Daisuke tackled him to the rug.

Of course, his annoying sister had to rear her meddling, pimpled chin.

Jun crossed her arms. “Ugh! Moooom, they’re doing it again!”