D. N. Angel Fan Fiction / Demon Diary Fan Fiction ❯ Angelic Reverie ❯ Chapter 2 : Dawning ( Chapter 2 )

[[ So chapter 2 is here! I'm rather pleased about the way this story is coming along. I hope people are actually reading this! X3

This chapter contains some yaoi! For those of you who're uneducated, it means boy on boy sex. :3 If it's not your thing, then don't read it! I tried to keep it on the down-low so I didn't get too descriptive with it. Heehee. Enjoy! ]]

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This is the morning of our love,

It's just the dawning of our love.

I feel you - your precious soul,

And I am whole.

I feel you - your rising sun,

My kingdom comes.

I feel you - each move you make,

I feel you - each breath you take.

Where angels sing and spread their wings,

My love's on high.

You take me home to glory's throne

By and by.

-Depeche Mode // `I Feel You'

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Krayon sat in his study, staring at the ever-growing stack of books and paperwork. How dull this all was these days. The demon remembered the head Chair of the Order, once stating to him, `I know it's not to your interest… you're still young. As you grow, you'll understand.' Now he was a grown demon, going on the ripe old age of 3,562. Years of practice had taught him how to keep his figure and physical appearance neat and in order. He still didn't want the stress of this work. Stress gave you wrinkles.

With an exasperated sigh, the blonde stood and stepped out of his study, towards his bedroom- his favourite room in the house. Bedrooms were where dreams began, and oh, how he loved dreams. The Dream World was Lord Krayon's true realm. He could see everyone's dreams. He could create them by will, as well as nightmares. Those who crossed the Lord of Egae's path and left on bad terms never had many good nights' sleeps after that.

Tonight was different. The demon flopped onto his bed in a rather habitual action, and crawled to the other side, lying on his stomach. He peered into the crystal ball that rested on the small end table next to his bed. This is where he saw it all; but right now, none of those other dreams mattered. It'd been nearly a week since he'd terrorized a man's (or woman's) slumbers. Light blue hues gazed at the crystal, finally sparking with interest as he locked on that certain aura of one. A boy… a teenage boy. The very same teenage boy who'd made his company in Krayon's own castle a few days back- Dark Mousy.

Dark's dreams were always a spectacle to watch. Either they were heartbreaking and could even bring tears to the ruthless Lord Krayon's eyes, or they were rather trippy, containing scenes with floating bubbles and fluffy bunnies.

What was this? Krayon gawked at the orb. In substitute for the glowing cool blues and the sappy pinks that usually filled the crystal, there was a red... a bright crimson. What could his darling Dark be dreaming about that was so frivolous and wild?

A widening of eyes and Krayon's jaw dropped. He placed a hand over his mouth as he practically giggled. Could it be? No… but it was! My, my. Perhaps it was time to pay a visit to his new object of affection.

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Dark was twitching in his bed, mind stirring from the visions that were filling his mind. He was so enthralled in his sleep that he was unaware of the other's presence in the room. He didn't even awaken when the other being took seat on the side of his bed… nor did he notice when a warm body came to rest on top of his. But, when a set of lips pressed themselves to his, he stirred, but hardly. In his mind, he believed he was still lost in that same dream. His hands lifted and held the other close to himself, fingers entwining in those elegant golden curls. Dark groaned, quietly. Krayon tasted wonderful- like peppermint with a hint of something that reminded him of one of his favourite childhood sweets. It was heaven.

It wasn't until he felt warm fingertips grazing along his bare chest, that he began to realize that this might not be a dream. No… it couldn't be reality, could it? Dark let out a calm gasp as that lip contact broke, eyes slowly opening to look up at his visitor.

"Might I say, you're quite the pleasant host, mate."

Violet hues just stared up at that flawless face.

"W-what are you doing here?"

"Does it really matter?" Krayon leaned in and nuzzled that spot beneath Dark's ear, along his neck, with his nose. "I'm rather interested to hear about this dream you were in the midst of."

That was right. His dream… oh, what a beautifully sinful dream… And Krayon had awakened him from it.

Maybe his disgruntlement was obvious on Dark's face, because Krayon saw this and smirked, still incredibly amused. The violet-haired boy obviously had wanted to continue on with his dream, and that swelled the Demon Lord's ego even more. He tipped his head down and crooned into the youth's ear.

"I just assumed… that perhaps you might desire the real thing, rather than a figment of your mind.."

Dark's body went rigid. He couldn't believe he'd just heard the Demon Lord speak those very words. They say silence is deafening. Until now, Dark had never known what that expression had truly meant. Silence rang through his ears as a demonic set of blue eyes locked with one of a nervous amethyst. Dark felt as though Krayon's eyes were boring through him, straight into his mind to explore and dance in all his most personal thoughts.

He could feel himself sweating. Maybe it was a combination of the warm body on top of his, along with the fact that was so nervous that his heart felt like it was going to beat it's way into his throat.

Why am I so nervous…? He asked himself the same question, over and over. It's not like I've never kissed a man before… but, I've never…

His thoughts were broken as he felt a smooth hand caressing his side, inching lower. His pulse skyrocketed. Dark never slept in clothes; he found them much too constricting. His preference was making him all the more vulnerable to his seducer's touches, however.

The sheet was tugged away from between them. Dark's breath hitched at the feel of skin on skin. He heard the sound of cloth crumpling as Krayon's kerchiefed shirt came to rest on the bed next to his head.

There were lips on his neck, sucking, biting.

Since when had he let himself become the submissive one? In all his lifetime he'd only allowed one person to dominate him. Could it be that that's why? Krayon reminded him so much of… No. That wasn't it. Physical appearances definitely had an effect on his subconscious, but this was different. Krayon was gentle with him- unlike him. The maniac that he'd been… he never took Dark, gently. Everything had been rough… rough and demanding.

Stop… don't think about him right now. Live for this moment, right here…

So lost in his daydreaming had he been that he hadn't even taken notice to the pair of baby blue eyes looking down at him, questionably.

"Are you going to answer me, mate?"

"I'm sorry… what?"

Krayon arched a brow against that elegant face and sighed, quietly.

"Perhaps… we should do this another day."

Dark blinked and wrapped his arms around the blonde demon's neck. He knew he wanted this. He wasn't going to let Krayon get away from him. He caught his lips against the other's, holding them there as he closed his eyes to everything, surrendering himself to the Demon Lord.

The kiss was returned, full-heartedly. Hands explored even further and positions were taken. Dark gasped out as he felt the harsh intrusion on his body, fingers gripping onto the bed sheets so hard that his knuckles were turning white. He bit his bottom lip, assuring himself that the whole action would get better.

Krayon watched his affection's facial expressions, a hint of concern showing on his face.

"If you want me to stop, just-"

Again the subject was interrupted by that hungry lip contact.

Taking it as a cue for him to continue on, Krayon's tongue licked along Dark's bottom lip, as to silently request entrance. He was granted thus as Dark's mouth opened, half to gasp, half to find the demon's tongue with his own and caress it.

The blonde's hips rocked, smoothly, gradually increasing speed and force with each thrust.

"Gods…"

Dark grunted, eyes falling shut. Krayon took every bit of sanity left in him and was rolling it in the palm of his hand. Series of moans escaped him as he breathed against the hot skin of the demon's shoulder.

He thought he'd reached the highest level of arousal that his body was physically capable of, when Krayon's hand skimmed along his body, all the way down, and grasped onto his erection, pumping it in his hand to match the rhythm their hips were moving in.

Dark yelled out. The touches sent him over the edge as he released himself into the Demon Lord's hand. Maybe it was the sound of the thief screaming out his name, but Krayon reached his peak, seconds later, as Dark felt the waves of warmth coursing through his body…

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Violet, glazed-over eyes stared at the ceiling, while a rather content Demon Lord rested in Dark's arms, eyes closed, breathing peacefully. The thief stared at his window, watching it glow brighter with each passing moment. Sunrise… dawn… The dawn of a new day, a new beginning. Could it really be considered a beginning, though? He felt like this whole reverie had began that night the couple had first battled in the chill of that autumn night. There were so many questions he had for Krayon and so many things he wanted to know the answers to, but for some reason, none of that seemed important right now. For the first time an years, Dark felt complete, whole again. That was his last thought before sleep softly took over his body.

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When Dark arose that very next morning, Lord Krayon was nowhere to be found, and for some reason, that didn't surprise him in the slightest. The demon seemed to be having fun shoving the violet-haired boy in and out of the depths of sanity. He was constantly reminding himself that it wasn't all a dream. There was proof each time to back up his verdict. The first night there'd been the pain, the bandages. This morning all he was left with was a slight ache in his backside and a hint of soreness on his neck, assuring him that the skin had to be swollen and a lovely shade of burgundy. He'd been marked… he was someone elses territory now and he had the brandings to prove it.

This is the morning of our love,

It's just the dawning of our love.