D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ A Terrible Thing to Waste ❯ One-Shot

Here's the first bit of D.N.Angel fiction I've attempted. I don't think it's that bad, but I could always use someone else's opinion on that. Anyway, I have no intention of putting a plot to this at all - or even a setting, really - it's intended to be smut for the purpose of smut. That's that.

Oh, and one more note: I didn't do anything with the character's ages in this, so technically Dark's seventeen, and Daisuke's still only fourteen (but their ages aren't mentioned anywhere, so you can imagine them to be however old you want). Yeah, I guess that makes it shotakon, but they're both underage, so…whatever. Sue me. I dare you (not really).

Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, slight language, shotakon, fluff and sap like you wouldn't believe, total PWP

A Terrible Thing to Waste

By: Lavender M.

Date: December 28, 2003

It had been another hectic day at school for Daisuke Niwa, full of close calls with one Harada girl or the other, and even once with Satoshi Hiwatari. Why he was cursed to transform by merely looking at the person he liked, he wasn't sure; all he knew was that it was becoming a nuisance. As if it wasn't bad enough that he couldn't seem to figure out his own feelings, his class just *had* to decide that dressing Hiwatari-kun as Dark was a good idea.

Of course, Daisuke knew what his alter ego looked like, but seeing the older boy right in front of him - speaking and acting like Satoshi - was a bit much for him. Despite the awkwardness he felt toward it, he couldn't help but feel a small twinge of *something* inside of him at the sight. Not quite enough to summon Dark, just enough to put a bit of color in his cheeks.

The more he thought about this though, the stronger the little twinge became. It was as if this afternoon, seeing Hiwatari dressed as Dark, was like planting a tiny seed in his heart, and the more he focused on it, the faster it grew until it had taken root and begun blossoming ideas and questions in his mind. Things he normally didn't think of. Things he would never imagine asking anyone. Things…things he could not ignore.

Daisuke stretched languorously after slipping into his pajamas, silently thankful his mother hadn't sent any advance notices out for this evening. He was looking forward to catching up a bit on the sleep he had missed over the past few days. Masquerading as a thief at night was no easy task - especially when he was still responsible for handling his schoolwork during the day.

Before turning in for the night, the redhead cautiously approached the mirror on his desk that would allow him to see his other self. "Dark?" he hesitantly questioned, half anxious, half dreading the sight of the handsome kaitou. But he had already decided this was the only way he could put his suspicions to rest.

There was no answer. Daisuke frowned a bit. The older boy was probably asleep, and he would rather wait for the answer than wake him up and be berated for it. A cranky Dark was definitely not a cooperative Dark.

Placing the mirror back on the desk, he decided it was a matter best left for tomorrow. Slowly, he ascended the steps to his bed, curling up happily underneath the striped sheets. As he closed his eyes to relinquish himself to the pleasant world of slumber, there was a cheerful, almost teasing voice in his head. //Dai-chan…you're awake, aren't you?//

Recognizing the voice instinctively as Dark's, Daisuke mentally replied, //Well I was *trying* to go to sleep. I thought that's what you were doing, too.// Well, perhaps there was still a bit of time to ask the thief tonight…

//Mm…perfect then,// the deep voice answered, sounding almost as if Dark had curled in toward one side of his head, whispering huskily in one ear. //What are you wearing, Dai-chan?//

Silently wondering why he had to endure such torture, Daisuke rolled onto his side, tugging the covers up to his chin and pouting a bit at the question asked. //Pajamas. Why do you need to know?// If he didn't know any better, he would have thought the violet-haired kaitou were drunk, or just anxious to get a rise out of him.

In his head, Dark made a soft `hmph' sort of noise, and the redhead was sure he had crossed his arms over his chest as well. //Because I'm curious,// the thief explained, smirking as he continued, //and because I'm interested in playing with you a bit.//

Admittedly, and as much as he tried not to, Daisuke found himself rather interested in Dark's game - if only to figure out exactly what it had to do with his pajamas. //What kind of `playing' involves what I'm wearing?//

The kaitou's voice was hovering close to his ear again, and the redhead shivered a bit at the almost ticklish sensation it caused. //Just play along for a little bit longer and you'll find out. Now then, how about you describe your cute little jammies to me.//

At the seemingly odd request, Daisuke furrowed his brows, but decided to go along with it as Dark had asked. Maybe the thief wanted a pair of his pajamas for himself? He wasn't sure. //Um…they're light blue. They're pants with a long-sleeved shirt that buttons down the front. The collar and cuffs of the top and bottom are white. Is that what you wanted to know?//

Dark nodded mentally, making a small, satisfied noise before speaking again. //Well then, it's only fair that you know what I'm wearing, too.//

//Do I have to?// Daisuke questioned. He fervently hoped the violet-haired boy wasn't naked, as he sometimes happened to be. It didn't matter that he couldn't actually *see* Dark, he just didn't think he could handle the mental image it was sure to conjure up. Not after everything else he had already gone through today.

Gasping as if in mock-hurt, Dark stated, Yes, just for that, now you have to, before beginning the description of his own clothing. //I'm wearing snug black jeans with a pair of studded leather belts crisscrossing over my hips.// If the redhead didn't know any better - and he didn't - he could have sworn he could hear the kaitou grinning.

Sometimes, Dark's style of dress worried Daisuke. Now was certainly one of those times. //That's *all* you're wearing? You're just *begging* to-//

//To what,// the thief finished with an almost wicked grin, //To be touched?//

//No! That's not what I was thinking at all!// the redhead mentally yelled, frustrated by Dark's ability to always jump to incorrect conclusions. He did have to admit however, that it wasn't such a *bad* thought. The violet-haired boy did have very soft, smooth-looking skin.

While he couldn't exactly see, Daisuke imagined that Dark was stretching a bit, arching his back to show off his chest as he spoke next. //Oh? But you'd like to find out, I bet. Just as much as I'd like to find out how it feels to touch *your* skin.// When the younger boy made no remark at the statement, the kaitou decided to continue, itching to plant yet another seed of curiosity in his mind. //Wouldn't it be fun if I just…unbuttoned your shirt…and put my hands on you? Or if I let you caress me with your fingertips…so curious, yet so sweet?//

Daisuke shook his head physically at this, cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink and making a mental sound of frustration that didn't go missed by Dark. //You…I… We can't do that. We don't exist at the same time.//

The violet-haired kaitou grinned in triumph. The fact that that was all Daisuke had said instead of protesting meant he was at least *curious*. In Dark's logic, this meant he had already won. And he knew exactly what to do about that. //We both exist right now, don't we? This is all a game of the mind. It's all about using your imagination. I can act through you, and you, me. Do you understand?//

Realizing that he wasn't about to get any sleep anytime soon, the redhead turned onto his back, bringing his hand up in front of him as if it would hold the answers he needed. He didn't exactly understand, but the idea intrigued him, and he found himself wanting to know more. //No, I don't know what you mean when you say you can act through me. How can you do that?//

Dark shifted his presence again, mentally leaning closer to Daisuke's ear, voice husky and practically dripping with possibilities. //Simple. Whatever I say I'm doing, you do *for* me…as if I'm the one doing it. I'll do the same for what you say. Got it?//

At the thief's instruction, the redhead gave a slight nod, both mental and physical, closing his eyes again and preparing for whatever Dark clearly had in store for him. //H-hai.// He swallowed hard, almost wary of asking the question in the forefront of his mind. //What…did you want to do to me?//

With yet another playful smirk, the violet eyes roved appreciatively over his mental image of Daisuke's young body. //Where to start? Hmm…I think your shirt's as good a place as any. So, I slowly begin to unbutton it. One… Two… Three… Until it's completely open, and I push it aside to bare all of your chest.// He grinned, imagining what the *real* Daisuke may be doing at the moment. //What do you do about that, Dai-chan?//

Still curious as to where this was going more than anything, the redhead did just as Dark had said, fingers slowly, nervously fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, parting the material and awaiting further instruction. //I…I don't know. My breath quickens, and I wait for you to do something else, expecting you to touch me, I guess.//

While it wasn't exactly what he was expecting, the kaitou decided that was good enough for a first try. After all, he didn't want to scare Daisuke away before he was even allowed to get started. Now, things were going to get interesting. //Well, not wanting to disappoint you, I place one hand on your stomach, feeling the warmth of your skin before lightly trailing it upwards, fingertips just barely brushing across your left nipple. I pause there, rubbing my thumb back and forth across it.//

Almost without realizing it, Daisuke gasped at the self-induced touch, giving Dark reason to grin rather happily. "Ah~…D-Dark!" He hadn't even realized he had spoken aloud. It didn't matter, because the thief had still heard him. //I...I arch toward your touch, wanting more of it, and my nipple grows hard at the caress of your thumb.// He was blushing. He *knew* he was blushing, never having been aware - before now - of all the different pleasure points on his body. It was a good feeling, one that he wanted more of, regardless of whether it was Dark or only himself bringing that pleasure.

There was something about hearing the redhead's gasp that sent a flash of heat through the older boy. He had always found Daisuke attractive - more attractive than probably any other host he had ever had, and greatly anticipated the day when the teen would be willing to play along in a game such as this. Oh, he knew many of Daisuke's inner thoughts, and not all were quite as pure as his outward appearance might suggest. There had been several fantasies about both Risa and Riku that weren't entirely wholesome, and even one involving the Hiwatari boy. After the incident at school today, he was surprised to find the redhead thinking increasingly more about the kaitou himself. Things were finally starting to look up for his cause.

//Mm…you're so responsive, Dai-chan,// Dark whispered in his mind, sending a pleasant shiver through his small frame. //I take your nipple between my thumb and forefinger, gently pinching, twisting it and reaching my other hand up to do the same to your right.// There was a pause before he spoke again. //You don't usually touch yourself like this, do you?//

Daisuke shook his head, back arcing up off the bed, head lolling to one side as he tried to control his breathing. The violet-haired thief heard this, pleased that his host was enjoying it so much. It didn't matter anymore that it wasn't actually his doing. All that mattered were the gasps, the whimpers, the slight hitching of his breath induced by his words. //N-no, never. Not like this.//

Somehow, Dark wasn't very surprised by this answer. Sure, Daisuke wasn't your average teenage boy, but even *he* had to have experienced the pleasures of his own hand at least once in his life. And if he hadn't…well, that was about to change. //Never? Not even in the shower, or right before bed? Your hand never `accidentally' slipped low, experimentally brushing against your sex just to see if it felt good, then stroking shakily but assuredly when you realized it did?//

The redhead shook his head, unable to respond verbally, but eliciting a soft whimper at the visual imagery the words created. When he thought about it, no one had ever explained to him that touching himself could feel good, and he had never really had the urge to try it. But if it felt half as wonderful as touching his nipples did, he would be more than willing to start right now.

//No, I…I always just ignored it,// he explained, fingers still busy teasing his chest, the feelings almost making him dizzy, lightheaded. But elsewhere, lower, another sensation was steadily growing inside him, something he could feel was both welcome, yet agonizing.

Shaking his head, the kaitou made a `tsk tsk' noise, making a mental note to teach Daisuke a thing or twenty about human sexuality. //You poor boy, Daisuke. Humans are sensual creatures by nature, you know. They crave pleasure; need it to go on living. You shouldn't keep denying yourself. Let me show you how good you can feel. Would you like that, Dai-chan?//

Taking a deep breath to help himself clear his head somewhat, the younger boy thought about Dark's words for a moment. If what he said was true, then he would definitely like to experience it for himself, even if he wasn't quite sure how much more he could take before the fire within him exploded. //H-hai. Show me, Dark…onegai.//

//Well, since you asked so nicely…// Grinning at his own accomplishment as well as Daisuke's sudden eagerness, the violet-haired thief set his mind to his new task, deciding to get himself a bit more play in all of this. //You know, you can touch me, too. Do whatever you'd like done to *you*. In the meantime, I lean over your chest, flicking my tongue over the tip of your nipple, slowly circling around it.//

Daisuke bit his lower lip, trying to hold in the soft moan threatening to slip from between them, brows furrowing at Dark's action. //How…am I supposed to know what that feels like?//

Now it was the kaitou's turn to be confused. He hadn't put too much thought into that. Thinking fast, he came up with a suitable response. //Just…lick your fingers; make them wet.// He shivered a bit at the mental image and decided to add, //I bet you taste good, too; sweet.//

Following Dark's instruction, the redhead's fingers found their way to his mouth, sucking on them almost impatiently to get them good and wet before allowing them to creep back down his chest, gently twisting one nipple and jumping at the new and welcome sensation. "Nngh!" //Dark, that…feels good. I…I arch toward your mouth, one of my hands curling into your hair, the other stroking down your back before sliding around to your stomach, rubbing lightly over the muscles there and…and pressing my thumb against your right nipple.// He was silently hoping he was doing this right, even though he knew it didn't exactly matter. Dark was only going to do what he *knew* felt good to himself, so there was really nothing to worry about.

Grateful for the touch, no matter how small, the older teen slowly directed his hand just as Daisuke described, anxiously anticipating the moment it would reach its destination and letting a soft sigh escape his lips when it did. He knew it would be important to reassure the redhead, encourage him to continue, let him know that he very much enjoyed what he was doing. //Mmm…good, Dai-chan. I move my tongue over to your other nipple now, my fingers gliding down your sides, hooking into the waistband of your pants. They linger there for a long moment, feeling the hot softness of your skin, and then I slowly begin to slide them down your slender hips, down to your knees, allowing you to kick them off.//

Torn between continuing the caress and removing his pants, Daisuke chose the latter, inching his pants down, feeling far more self-conscious than necessary with only himself in the room. He kicked them off the edge of the bed, hearing them land on the floor with a soft rustle. He didn't want to look down at himself, afraid for some unknown reason of what he might find. //My fingers still play with your nipples, alternating back and forth between the two, my other hand sliding from your hair to slip lower, grasping for the buckle of one of your belts. I want them off; I want you to be as bare as me…//

Dark trembled at the breathy plea, feeling an answering throb in his groin. For all his outward naïveté, he hadn't thought the redhead capable of saying something so utterly sensual. He moaned softly, coupled with a faintly frustrated smirk as he rather throatily drawled his reply. //Ah, Dai-chan, but you aren't *really* completely bare, are you? I'm willing to bet you're still wearing a pair of snug little briefs. Am I right?//

There was a pause before Daisuke responded, the boy trying to figure out first how Dark knew, and second whether he could fool him into thinking he was wrong. //H-how did you…?//

//Shh, Daisuke, don't try to understand. Just answer me this…// The violet-haired thief grinned, his mental image of Daisuke becoming clearer with each passing second. He knew the boy was blushing, knew how unsteadily his chest was rising and falling, how desperately hard he was trying not to break the rules and touch where he wasn't supposed to. //Tell me, Dai-chan…are you hard for me?//

At the question, the redhead made a bit of a face. How could he just admit something like that so freely? With a wry half-grin, he noted that at least now he knew what Saehara meant when he accused Daisuke of "having a hard on" for Harada-san. But now it seemed that his current problem was a bit different. Feeling his whole body flush at his words, he reluctantly whispered, //H-hai…//

As much as he had wanted to hear the teen say it himself, Dark knew that was pushing it a bit, so he had to be happy getting him to simply admit to it with one word. It was a thrill for him to know that he could bring Daisuke to such a state, knowing that he had very limited experience thus far. //Then let me help you with that. I gently tug at your underwear, pulling them down and off, freeing the whole expanse of you to my eyes.// Hearing the soft whimper that came from the redhead's parted lips, he felt the urge to continue, to assuage his fears. //You're beautiful, Dai-chan…all of you. I want to put my mouth on you - anywhere - but you have no way of knowing just how wonderful that would feel. Right now though…right now, I want you to touch me. Please, Daisuke.//

The redhead swallowed hard, not trusting his voice enough to speak quite yet. Taking a deep, shaky breath, he tried to focus his mental image of Dark a little better, wanting to be absolutely certain what he did would please the thief. He could picture the lean figure leaning over him, smelling faintly of wind and earth and some faint musk that was strictly his own, violet eyes appraising him, glimmering with promise as he hovers just out of reach, just beyond the point of contact. It made his head swim just thinking about it.

He cleared his throat a little, ready now to give his voice another try. //I reach up with my right hand, my palm just brushing against the front of your pants at first, then rubbing a little harder over…over…//

//Say it, Dai-chan.//

//…Over your sex.//

Dark smirked. //Good boy.//

Daisuke huffed, face flushing even further with the embarrassment of speaking the words, even if they were only in his mind. If things got any more intense, he wasn't sure he could manage to continue. There were certain words he wasn't exactly comfortable saying, and parts of the male anatomy made up a great deal of them. //I…want to feel you against me, Dark.//

The kaitou felt an honest smile rise to his lips at the soft request. Not one to deny such an appealing offer, he once again leaned in closed to the younger teen's ear, making a soft noise of appreciation before responding. //Mmm, Dai-chan, you can't begin to imagine how much I would love that. My hips press forward against your hand just thinking about it. But first…how about removing my pants? It'll feel so much better if it's just skin against hot skin.//

//A-Aa…// Daisuke agreed, his own hand inching unbidden toward the source of his frustration, wanting so much to give in to temptation and touch the hot, forbidden flesh, hard and yearning for some kind of contact. Once he realized what he had almost done, his hand clenched into a fist, determined not to break their spoken agreement. Dark was to be the only one to touch him. //I slide my hand upward, fumbling a bit to open the top button of your pants, then slowly sliding the zipper down. After that, I raise my other hand and use both to push the material down, off your hips and as far as I can reach.// He paused for a moment, not sure whether or not to speak the words on the tip of his tongue. Realizing that Dark would probably put him up to it anyway, he decided to gather all his courage and simply go for it. //What…what are you wearing underneath your pants?//

The smirk the thief gave was almost audible. //Nothing at all. After kicking my pants off, I'm completely nude…all for your enjoyment. And I can't wait to feel you pressed against me, Daisuke.//

A noise akin to a squeak slipped past the redhead's lips at Dark's reply. //Dark, you're so…so…//

//Sexy?// The violet-haired kaitou helpfully completed. //Hot? Irresistible? Now now, Dai-chan, no need to flatter me; I'll still give you what you want…//

Daisuke found himself becoming a bit irritated by Dark's teasing nature. It wasn't his attitude that was the problem so much as it was the fact that nearly anything he said had the ability to make the redhead feel so…*hot*. How was it possible for mere words to affect him so? Well, if that's the way the thief wanted to play, then who was he to lay idly by? He was going to prove he could be just as much of a tease.

//Then…give me what I want already,// he stated with a small, if slightly wary grin. //I reach both hands up to grasp your hips, urging you down against me, pressing both of our…// he needed to say this on his own in order to be at the same level as Dark, //…our arousals together.// At the long-awaited first touch, Daisuke fairly yelped, the pleasure from the contact shooting straight up his spine, making his heart flutter and his breath catch. As much as he didn't want to admit it, his voice was faltering, the mix of heady sensations settling around his brain like a fog too heavy to see clearly through. //M-My hips come up…almost immediately, rocking against you. It…it feels so *good*, Dark!//

The older teen had to admit to himself that it did indeed feel wonderful to think that he was really pressed - hip to hip - against Daisuke, but just the same, he didn't want the boy to finish too soon. Since he was rather inexperienced, Dark knew he wouldn't have the kind of stamina needed to hold out for more than maybe a few minutes at best. //Stop!// he commanded, enough to still the motions of the redhead's hand.

//D-Did I do something wrong?// Daisuke hesitantly asked. He didn't want to upset the violet-haired thief, but hadn't he just said he wanted to feel them pressed together? Perhaps he had heard wrong… //I thought that you…//

//Shh, Dai-chan, that's not the problem,// Dark soothed, smooth voice rolling over the younger boy like an audible embrace. //I just don't want you to finish before me. I want us to come together in one spectacular instant. But I'm going to need your help.//

Furrowing his brows, the redhead fought to focus on Dark's words rather than the insistent erection demanding more attention from his hand. After finally getting a taste of sexual pleasure, it seemed almost cruel to him to have it taken away so quickly. //My help? What do I have to do?//

The kaitou grinned, his words simple and gentle, not demanding or harsh. //All you have to do is touch me. Put your hands on me and don't stop until I tell you to.//

With an understanding nod, Daisuke did exactly as asked, knowing that his release depended on his own actions as well. //I wrap my fingers around…your shaft, not too loosely, but not too tightly, and begin to stroke slowly over the hard flesh. Are you…very big, Dark?//

A sound of amusement that could have been a half chuckle made its way free from Dark's throat. //I'll leave that to your imagination, Dai-chan.// His voice seemed to be growing more unsteady, more breathy as he continued with a soft sigh, //I like what you're doing to me; it makes my hips arch in time with your hands, wanting more. Keep going.//

//I stroke a bit faster with that one hand, my other rising after a bit to drop lower, cradling and gently massaging your…your…// he swallowed hard, trying to force himself to say the next word. Luckily, a rather load moan from Dark prevented him from having to.

The violet-haired thief shuddered, the physical sensations coupled with Daisuke's soft yet husky voice tugging on the threads of his restraint much sooner than he had anticipated. He didn't think it would take much more to completely snap them. //Ahhn, Daisuke…harder.// Taking a few shallow, quivering breaths, he spoke again. //I move my hand to your shaft, curling my fingers around it and running them up the length of it, thumb circling over the tip, spreading the wetness there around the hot flesh.// He gasped again at the motions of his own hand, imagining it to be the softer, smaller one of Daisuke's. //Hold on…as long as you can. Wait for me…//

The redhead moaned softly as he was finally allowed to touch himself again, somewhat surprised that Dark would know exactly what would make him feel like the fire within him would consume him whole at any moment. But he didn't want to break the kaitou's trust in him by going against his words. //A-Aa…I hold your arousal with a firmer grip…stroking hard and fast…from root to tip…// A few breathless moments went by, filled only with heavy panting and soft, shuddering gasps, both from his lips and Dark's. //I…I'm so close… Please, Dark… I want…//

He wasn't sure if it was the heartfelt plea, or the sweet moans, or the steady but unsure hands on him that weren't quite his that did it for him, but Dark knew that he couldn't hold on anymore. The last thread of his restraint was stretched taut, and it took the last ounce of his control to groan, //Oh kami…now, Daisuke… Now!//

"D-Dark!" came the surprised cry from Daisuke's lips, feeling all his feelings gather low in his belly just before bursting free in a rush of white-hot pleasure, the evidence of his release spilling warm over his hand and leaving him trembling in its wake, chest heaving for breath.

The redhead's climax was almost a physical sensation to the kaitou and he tossed his head back, body twisting in a glorious arc as he too came, gasping Daisuke's name and catching the majority of his release over his stomach before relaxing, sated and spent, against the sheets.

Several long minutes passed before either of them had their thoughts in enough order to speak again. //Dai-chan?// Dark hesitantly asked, a pleased grin stretching his lips.

//Mm?// was the mumbled reply, the younger teen feeling suddenly overcome with lethargy.

The violet-haired thief closed his eyes, knowing exactly how Daisuke must be feeling after such an intense climax. However much the boy wanted to sleep though, he knew it would be wise to offer him some advice. //You had better clean yourself up or you'll get sticky. I'll take care of it better…next time.//

With a half-annoyed pout, the redhead dragged himself upright, summoning enough strength to grab a few tissues as well as his pants, thinking it might be for the best in case his mother decided to wake him up physically tomorrow, as she was sometimes wont to do. //Dark? That was…wonderful. Arigatou.//

//You weren't bad yourself, Dai-chan. Now get some sleep.// Before he knew it, Daisuke's breathing had slowed and evened out, a peaceful smile curving his lips. After an experience such as this, Dark knew he would never be able to get enough of the boy, and he would make absolute certain Daisuke felt the same way.

~*~The End~*~

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