D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ In the Dark of the Night ❯ Chapter 2

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

Chapter 2

“I want you to break me.” Satoshi said. Dark's breath caught. Satoshi closed his eyes waiting for the answer. Dark grabbed a hold of Satoshi's shoulders and pulled him back, so they could look at each other.

“Do you know what you are asking?” Dark asked. Satoshi nodded. Dark tipped his head back and whispered something in to the night. He tipped his head back down and looked at Satoshi. He brought his right hand up to cup Satoshi's cheek. Then he noticed something he hadn't seen before. There was a small bruise on the blue haired boy's cheekbone. Dark gently touched it with his finger. Satoshi looked away, tears starting to gather in his eyes. Satoshi knew what was to come next. Dark would ask him where it came from and Satoshi would have to tell him that his stepfather did it, for there were too many bruises on his chest, upper arms, upper thighs, and his hips for him to lie. When Dark saw Satoshi look away and the tears in his eyes, he knew that the smaller boy was afraid of rejection.

“Satoshi,” Dark whispered quietly so as not to scare the boy. “Look at me.”

Satoshi refused to look at him. Dark decided he wasn't going to fight to get the smaller boy to look at him when there was a better way right in front of him.

Satoshi was wearing a white button up shirt and blue jeans. Dark ran his hands down Satoshi's chest. Satoshi still refused to look at him, but had parted those pink lips and was panting all the same. Dark smiled softly, enjoying the effect and power he had over the boy. He slid his hands back up Satoshi's chest stopping at the first button on his shirt. Dark leaned forward and latched his lips onto the pale neck in front of him. He licked and nipped softly, never quite hard enough to leave a mark.

As Dark worked at making those wonderful sounds fall from those beautiful lips, he was carefully unbuttoning Satoshi's shirt. Satoshi was none the wiser, until he felt cool air brush across his shoulders as Dark pulled his shirt off. Satoshi whimpered in fear of what Dark would do and say to him. He tried to get off of Dark's lap before the purple haired boy had a chance to see, but Darks' hands wrapped around his hips, not allowing them to move.

Satoshi tears falling clouding his vision, brought his hands up to Dark's shoulders to try to push him away. Dark wrapped his arms around Satoshi, one over his shoulders, and one around the small of his back, Dark pulled him forward and crushed Satoshi into his chest. Satoshi allowed himself to be held, as he, for the second time that night cried on Dark's shoulder. What he forgot was that his back was uncovered. When he heard Dark gasp he hoped that his savoir wasn't looking at his back. Dark removed his arms from around Satoshi's back.

The smaller boy was frozen in fear, clinging to Dark's shoulders. Dark lightly traced a scar that ran from Satoshi's left shoulder to his right hip. Satoshi wrapped his arms around Dark's neck and pushed his body up against Dark, trying to tell him without words that he (Satoshi) wanted to belong to him (Dark) no matter what. Dark felt the younger boy in his lap trembling in fear.

Dark wrapped his arms around the small trembling body again and pulled him as close as he could. Dark placed his cheek on top of Satoshi's head; he rocked both of them back and forth as he whispered soft nonsense words and phrases to Satoshi trying to calm him down again. As he did so he wondered who would want to hurt this perfect angle in his arms.

As Dark rocked them, the sobbing slowed to a stop, and his breathing evened out. The poor boy had fallen asleep in Dark's arms. Dark shifted Satoshi around so he could be picked up and carried bridle style. Dark carried him to his room and laid him down on the bed. As he pulled back, he saw that Satoshi's eyes were open, but they were amber.

“Krad.” Dark said in greeting. Krad had taken over Satoshi's body and that probably wasn't a good thing. Krad pushed himself up so he was resting on his back on his elbows.

“Don't worry I won't attack you. At least not in this form,” Krad looked down at Satoshi's chest and traced a few of the bruises, “Let me give you a warning Dark. You hurt Satoshi in any way and I will rip your head off and leave it sitting on your family's door step.” Krad looked up at Dark. Dark smiled softly.

“I wouldn't dream of it. What happened to him?” Dark asked.

“Good. I can't tell you it's not my place. But if you need my help getting him to talk I will. Dark what ever happens don't walk away. The poor boy's broken even though he doesn't want to admit it. There's a closet in the hall way, third shelf from the top has blankets on it.” Krad said as he laid himself back down on the bed.

“You're going to want a few. Satoshi tends to get cold at night. Krad closed his eyes and Satoshi was Satoshi again and he was asleep. Dark left to get the blankets and when he returned the small boy was shaking from the cold. Dark laid the blankets over Satoshi and climbed in to bed with him. Under the blankets Dark grabbed a hold of Satoshi and pulled him on top. Dark looked over at the clock in the room. Eleven o'clock. Dark sighed he had been here for an hour and a half. He pulled Satoshi a little closer to him and started to doze.

Dark felt something wet and warm being dragged across his neck. It felt good. Dark slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a mop of blue right below his chin. He crossed his eyes trying to get a better view of it. Dark groaned. He never knew that that spot below his ear was so sensitive. Dark spared a glance at the clock. Twelve. He's only been out for an hour.

“I was wondering how long it would take you to wake up.” Satoshi said. In truth he had just started when he heard Dark groan. Satoshi returned to his work of licking the thief clean. Satoshi felt Dark reach up and grab his shoulders. In a blur of light blue (the blankets), black, and purple Satoshi found himself on his back with Dark straddling his waist. Dark smiled triumphantly, his face directly over Satoshi's; his hands were on either side of Satoshi's face holding his weight.

“I win.” Dark said.

“Then what do you want your prize to be?” Satoshi asked softly as he looked at Dark through half lidded eyes, and thrusting his hips up at the same time telling Dark he could have what ever he wanted.

“What prize do I want?” Dark questioned as he leaned down to claim Satoshi's lips. He licked softly asking for entrance. Satoshi willing gave it. Dark dipped his tongue in a few times then pulled back.

“Do I want a kiss? No I just got one.” Dark kissed his way over the younger boy's jaw.

“Do I want you…” Dark looked up at Satoshi's eyes. “…for my prize? Tied to the bed, (kiss) legs spread wide, (kiss) crock dripping, (kiss) with a vibrator up your ass, (lick) and you begging me to take you?” Satoshi was panting at the image that Dark brought to his mind just by saying those things, he was so hard.

“Do you know the type of fun I would have if you were my prize? I would turn that vibrator up on high, and listen to you whimper and cry out each time I slammed it back in to you.” Dark sat up straight up, his hands running lightly over Satoshi's chest, purposely avoiding his nipples. Satoshi whimpered and arched his back, trying to get Dark to touch him more.

“I would get hard just from watching you wither on the bed, begging for more, your crock dripping that beautiful pearly liquid.” Satoshi was desperately trying to thrust his hips in to the air, trying to get some type of friction. He was tossing his head side to side, and panting at the sensations Dark gave him just from saying those things.

His jeans were so painful, just from listening to Dark talk so dirty. Dark reached behind him and unbuttoned and unzipped Satoshi's pants, freeing his crock. Satoshi moaned as he felt Dark's hand touch him, and then whimpered as the hand pulled away. Dark slid his hands up to Satoshi's shoulders and down his arms. He stopped at Satoshi wrists, his thumbs rubbing lightly over the soft skin there as he continued talking.

“After I couldn't stand it anymore I would rip out that vibrator and slam my own crock in to you. I'd watch you scream, wither, and moan under me. Your hands…” Dark raised the blue haired boy's hands to his mouth. He kissed and licked at the skin that covered the boy's veins. Dark paid special attention to the light scar that broke that smooth skin on his right wrist. “…would be tied to the headboard, and you would be fighting against those bonds trying to grab a hold of me.” Dark raised Satoshi's hands above his head.

Satoshi's senses were on fire just from Dark talking. When he felt something like cool silk sliding over his wrists he didn't think anything of it. “You would beg me to untie you, but I wouldn't. For I like seeing you tied to the bed.” Dark shifted off Satoshi so he could sit beside him on the bed with his back against the wall. Satoshi followed him with his eyes. He whimpered softly from lost of contact. Dark reached out and touched Satoshi cheek softly.

“I'm right here; I'm not going to leave.” Dark pulled his hand back. He allowed his eyes to run down Satoshi body. From his eyes that were darkened over with lust, the color of the night sky, to his chest where his nipples were hard begging to be touched, lick, and sucked. Finally down to his crock, dripping with precum, sticking out from his jeans.

The whole time Satoshi watched him, wanting Dark to touch him. He could feel Dark's gaze upon him, burning where ever he looked. Dark seemed to know just what Satoshi wanted and was determined to make him to beg for it. Satoshi turned his head away, unable to keep looking at Dark's hot stare, whimpered and arched his back trying to relive some of the pressure that has gathered in his lower regions.

“Satoshi.” Dark called softly. Satoshi turned to look at him again. Dark leaned over and whispered in his ear “come for me.” That was all it took. Satoshi arched off the bed and came hard. As he lay on the bed panting Dark asked a very simple question.

“What do you want Satoshi?”

“I want you to touch me.” Satoshi said through the pants and gasps. Dark eyes acquired a sad look.

“I can't do that Satoshi. Not until you tell me where you got those marks.” Dark reached over and lightly tapped a bruise just below Satoshi's rib cage. It was a dark purple, and was looked relatively new in comparison to some of the others. It was also in the shape of a thumb.

Satoshi tried to pull his hands down to cover himself, but found he couldn't. He looked up at his hands. They were secured to the bed frame by two different types of magic. On one the middle was purple then faded to black as it got closer to the edges. The other was amber in the middle and white on the edges. Both wrapped around the other, creating a rope of magic. He felt tears gather in his eyes again when he saw the white and amber magic.

Krad. Krad was helping Dark do this to him. The one person, who was always with him, who he thought would protect him, was helping Dark to reopen a wound he didn't want opened.

“Satoshi, that wound has never closed. Let Dark help you. He can fix it. He can put you back together.” Krad said.

“Leave me alone. I'm not broken.” Satoshi whispered as the tears started to fall.

“Yes you are. You just don't want to admit it to yourself.” Krad said. Satoshi was starting to remember and he didn't want to. He had a hard enough time burying the memories after each time his stepfather used him, when he was forced to relive those nightmares. He felt cool hands cup his hot cheeks and wipe away the tears. Satoshi tossed his head side to side trying to get away. He felt a familiar weight settle on him again. Satoshi bucked his hips and twisted trying to get Dark off. But Dark didn't move. He just sat there on Satoshi's hips, holding his head to keep him from hitting it against something. He allowed Satoshi to tire himself out. Dark smoothed some of that beautiful hair away from Satoshi's forehead, and pressed his own against it. Dark looked into Satoshi's eyes.

“Krad.” Dark said softly. Satoshi felt his mental walls lower.

“No.” Satoshi said.

“Satoshi, I have to see. I won't think any less of you. After I'm done you can decide if you want me to stay or go. But I need to know.” Dark placed a soft kiss on Satoshi's lips as he slipped in the Satoshi's mind.