D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Blind Prurience ❯ Blind Prurience ( One-Shot )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

BLIND PRURIENCE
A 1-hr Challenge D.N.Angel Piece

Written By Miyu, Vampire Princess

Challenge Theme: DANGEROUS LOCATION! THE POTENTIAL FOR GETTING CAUGHT CAN MAKE IT THAT MUCH MORE FUN!!

Author's Note: Miyu's got a brand new muse. Actually he's been poking around in my head for a little while now. Finally wrote something with him in it so now I'm hoping he'll leave me alone for a little while. Lemon, though nothing real dirty. Maybe the next one.... Standard disclaimer follows the story.




With my eyes closed, my senses reached out and I truly FELT for the first time. WE truly felt. I've never felt anything like it, and I know he hasn't either. Well, maybe. He is more experienced than me. But this seems to be new to him too. We're learning together and somehow that makes me appreciate this experience all the more.

It was his idea. To be alone with her. But it's not like he's the only one pushing. My mother's been angsting worse than ever. My dad seems a bit over eager as well. I'm only 14! I'm not supposed to be doing stuff like this until...well...I'm older.

'Why wait?'

'What if someone catches us?'

'All the more fun!'

I should've said no. Like every other time. Walk away. Hide in a tree. Not this time though. I wonder why?

'Admit it, you're curious. And you love her. What more do you need to know?'

'We could get caught!'

'So?!'

'Do...you ...love her?'

Even now I can here the silence in my head. It echoes louder than the sighs of my partner and the drawn out moan I make as she wiggles just so. The movement causes me to sink deeper. Heat flares over my skin, through my body, boiling my blood. I can feel every tiny movement she makes. Even her breathing allows me to move closer.

My head drops and I feel my forehead resting on hers. I try to be still, but these tiny movements she's making - whether she means to or not - are driving me crazy. I have the urge to push forward. To pull out. To move. But I know she's in pain. Tough girl that she is, she'll never admit it. Even now she hides the pain behind relieved sighs and frustrated moans. I can't see it, but I hear it in her voice. Feel it in her movements.

'Gods she's so hot.'

'And wet... I wanna move. Is it all right?'

'What are you asking me for?'

'You've been helping me out so far. Don't back out on me now.'

'Oh don't worry, kid. I'm along for the ride.'

'So what do I do?'

'Instinct, kid. Listen to instinct.'

I mutter an apology to her, knowing that she's only going to feel more pain. My movement is slow, sliding along her tight passage in an effort to relieve her. My body quakes with the restraint it's showing. And he purrs into my mind like a hungry cat out for prey. Sucking in a breath, I prepare for what I know I must do.

SLAM!

But it is she that takes control. Her instinct which forces her hips away from mine, only to jut forward, forcing us together again. She moans louder and I can't help but groan.

This happens several times as our bodies find a rhythm. Like a dance. She moves forward and I move upward. She lifts up and I pull away. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders. I feel them pinching my skin. I grasp her bottom in response, kneading my fingertips into her flesh. Encouraging her to keep going, to keep moving. She moans my name, which is all the encouragement I need to continue thrusting.

'Gods, don't stop!'

I don't, my hips moving just the tiniest fraction faster in an effort to pick up the tempo. My lips press against her throat, suckling this one spot and biting the skin between my teeth. It's more to keep the growing need inside of me than to hurt her. Actually she doesn't seem hurt at all anymore. She's keeping pace, and twitching every so often to make the angle change. I don't even think the shelf board against her back matters to her.

It doesn't matter to me either.

Just so long as this doesn't stop.

"Push harder. Harder!"

I gasp, feeling her tighten around me as our movements slow. "Are you sure?"

She fidgets, clearly frustrated by the loss of tempo. "YES!"

"Shh," I whisper against her ear. Taking the bottom lobe between my lips I tug on it seductively. "Shh, Riku. Someone might hear you."

"If you don't go through with this, Daisuke Niwa, I'll scream at the top of my lungs *gasp* and the whole school will know we're in *moan* the Janitor's closet!"

From the darkness of my mind I hear Dark whisper, 'If you don't go through with it, I'LL kill you!'

My body fights the halt I've put to it, anxious to continue as well. I shiver, which causes Riku's inner muscles to squeeze me tighter. In turn, I move ever so slightly, pushing just a hair farther inside of her. She tries to push her hips further forward, but only succeeds in pushing herself closer to the shelves behind her. I lean forward, offering some support, pulling her forward. Her muscles tighten again, her hips moving restlessly. And now we're back to square one.

Damn, it's a vicious cycle.

"Just...move faster. Please."

"Riku...."

"Please, Daisuke. Please."

Instinct kicks in, taking over where my brain can no longer function any more. Burying my face against her shoulder, I pull almost the whole way out before slamming myself back inside of her. She holds back a cry, biting her bottom lip most likely. Should I stop?

'No!'

My body continues to move despite my doubt. This was never meant to hurt Riku. Not in the least. I love her. I want to make love to her. My body agrees with this, but its needs far outweigh my wants. Riku's wants and needs far outweigh my own.

So I give into them.

Faster, my body moves. Harder, I push into her. After a while I wonder why I ever felt doubt as I begin to hear my name. Louder and louder it gets until she lowers her head, biting my shoulder. Her body shivers, her muscles clamping onto me like a vise. It's my cry that resonates through the splintered darkness, with Dark's cry of pleasure echoing in my head.

For an instant, darkness turns to complete white and I feel...peace. Tranquility.

But as it fades, I can feel my body struggling to stay standing. Feel my heart pounding against my chest. Riku's arms hold me tightly as she too struggles to stay where she is. Numbness consumes my legs and arms. Her heartbeat slows against my shoulder and my knees give way. Panting, tired, yet completely without regret I sit there in the darkness, holding the one I love in my arms.

"Daisuke?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Riku."

Her lips press against mine. While I feel too tired to respond, my body awakens again. Fire licks at my blood. As her hands grasp the sides of my head, taking the kiss a step further, I feel her body awaken too. Tired muscles twitch, kindling more flames. My blood starts pumping and my heart pounds again. I clutch her to me, unwilling to let go for even a second. Something wet touches my shoulder as the kiss breaks and we simply hold one another. Tears.

Does she regret?

Please say no. Say it isn't so. Riku!

"Daisuke?"

It's the sound of curiosity in her voice, the feel of her coming to life around me. More? Could _I_ possibly? Could WE possibly? Doubt washed away again. Her silent question is answered with a gentle, more passionate kiss.

'The bell will ring soon.' I can hear the smirk in Dark's voice.

'You've awakened a monster,' is my reply. 'Deal with it.'


DISCLAIMER:
I do not own D.N.Angel or any of the characters mentioned above. That distinct honor goes to Yukiru Sugisaki. May the gods bless you for creating such a wonderful manga! The characters and likenesses are used here without permission. No money coming in, therefore no money can go out. Sorry.