D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Release ❯ Irresistable ( Chapter 1 )

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

Release

By ElveNDestiNy

February 03, 2007

- Part I:Irresistible-

“You're back already?” Dark asked from across the room, causing Daisuke to jump guiltily on his way across the room. He turned to glare at Dark's back from where the thief was sitting, supposedly watching T.V. but obviously still aware of his surroundings to a high extent.

“I met with Hiwatari-kun,” Daisuke said, trying for a casual tone and utterly ignoring the fact that it was quite late.

“Don't you think it's about time you called him Satoshi?” Dark smirked, as Daisuke blushed slightly. “It's been, what, five months now?”

“Six,” Daisuke mumbled. “You've been back for five months now, remember?” And he was almost sorry about that, because while Dark had been distracting enough in his head, he was infinitely more distracting in person.

“Well, did you have fun?” Dark asked flippantly, giving Daisuke a devastating smile that left no doubt in his mind that Dark wasn't thinking about anything all that innocent. Becoming a brilliant shade of crimson, Daisuke turned away hastily, fumbling for the doorknob and calling out a hasty goodnight. He shared a room with Dark, but the other rarely slept before midnight.

Reaching the relative sanctuary of their room, Daisuke threw himself on his bed, sighing as he thought about how much his life had changed. After the twins had left, called to live with their parents abroad, he'd been unbelievably depressed. Part of it was losing Riku, but most of it was due to the fact that he missed Dark, more than he had thought possible. In that mood, he'd started to paint a portrait of Dark, determined to capture even how Dark had always seemed to him—mysterious, strong, daring, loyal, and somehow unattainable.

If Daisuke had told his grandfather or mother what he had been doing, they might have warned him about the potential magic he was unleashing with every stroke of his paintbrush. Instead, Daisuke worked on the portrait in secret, but decided that the portrait looked unfinished without Dark's black wings—his true black wings, which Dark had never used for fear of harming Daisuke.

Dark had been part of what had brought Daisuke and Satoshi together, too. Satoshi had been the only one to understand what it felt like to have someone who had been so intimately connected with you now gone. But Satoshi was relieved that the psychotic angel-demon who had shared his body no longer had any power over him, whereas Daisuke's feelings on the matter were much more complicated. They'd spent more and more time together until Satoshi had finally confessed to a clueless Daisuke the extent of his feelings.

Daisuke smiled, lying spread-eagled on his back, as he remembered. He hadn't known what to do at first, simply staring at Satoshi, silent and overcome by emotion and surprise. But what he couldn't say, he could show, and when they'd hugged, it had felt so right. Ever since then, they'd been slowly and carefully exploring new dimensions to their affections for each other. Satoshi was the deliberate, thoughtful one. Daisuke was more likely to be rash and impetuous, but they balanced each other well.

It was the balance, maybe, that did it. Daisuke showed Satoshi his art project when it was nearly finished, complaining that it didn't have the right feel to it, that there was something missing. The likeness of Dark was almost perfect, but there was something he felt should be added to it—but he didn't know what. So Satoshi had picked up the brush, and with Daisuke's encouragement, modified a few details with a careful and talented hand—a feather here, the bright mischievous violet eyes, the slightly arrogant smile.

Later, Daisuke's grandfather said that that was probably what had changed things: the mingling of magical power from both Hikari and Niwa, two lines famous for their abilities in art. Whatever the reason, the portrait had broken the seal of the Black Wings and brought Dark back without his homicidal blond counterpart. Not only had it brought Dark back, but it had brought him back as he had appeared in the portrait—with his own wings, and more importantly, in a separate existence from Daisuke.

Although Dark had a habit of driving Daisuke nuts…especially in regards to his relationship with Satoshi… Daisuke sighed, getting up from the bed to grab his pajamas in preparation for a shower. Taking love advice from the thief was a horrible idea, but at the same time, Daisuke knew he was really in need of advice. Besides, Dark practically seduced everything that lived, so technically there was no one better to learn from, right?

He'd been going out with Satoshi for half a year, and they'd yet to have done more than hold hands. They hadn't even kissed yet, and Daisuke was wondering if it was because Satoshi thought he would be easily scared off. He hadn't minded much at first when their relationship was still new, but now…he was a hormonal teenage boy, after all.

In the bathroom he turned on the shower, waiting for it to heat up. As soon as the steam became visible on the glass panels he stepped into the hot water and sighed. This was one of the things he appreciated most about being separate from Dark—it just seemed less awkward without knowing that Dark was there in his mind. Not that Dark ever said anything, but it was still a slight relief.

Warm water washed over limbs that had lengthened and a body that had become markedly less boyish. Satoshi had let slip something tonight, something about Daisuke looking more like Dark than ever, although to Daisuke's eyes they still looked quite different. Dark was much taller even with the added height a summer's worth of growth had given Daisuke, and it was obvious by the way everyone reacted to him that they clearly found him desirable.

Speaking of Dark…Daisuke squinted at the corner of the shower, seeing something in one of the ledges meant for soap. He recognized the black leather wristband that Dark liked to wear; he had probably forgotten to take it off when entering the shower. Still, the water couldn't be good for the leather. Daisuke reminded himself to take it out when he was done.

The routine task of washing left Daisuke with more time to think than he would have liked, and he couldn't but help but reflect on his former other half. He knew what Dark looked like in perfect detail, everything down to the smooth, tan skin and hard muscles beneath. The shape of his eyes and their unusual color, the way he moved, lithely and with a strange grace that was almost predatory. The tight clothing that Dark wore left little to the imagination, at least not to him.

Looking at the wristband on the shelf, Daisuke was suddenly hit with an image of Dark wearing nothing but the bracelet, as must have been in the case when he'd stepped into this shower earlier in the night. The simple band of black leather seemed suddenly a circle of endless temptation. Daisuke felt himself grow warm, a heat that was not entirely from the shower enveloping him as his thoughts turned a little erotic.

He bit his lip, unable to deny that Dark's powerful attraction extended to himself. Even Satoshi had once admitted to something along those lines, although Daisuke had turned so red and had stammered so much in his reply that the subject had never been mentioned again. It seemed wrong to be fantasizing about Dark, but it was impossible not to. Everything about Dark was such a tease…

He could imagine how Dark undressed, taking off his shirt casually in a way that was unconsciously seductive, all the more so because it was so subtle. He could imagine the extra darkened color to those violet eyes, the look of want, and the thought of it brought a silent moan to his lips.

Daisuke's hands ran down his body, imagining that they were Dark's hands. They were talented hands, with long fingers and sensitive fingertips, tracing his nipples teasingly. How did Dark do this to him—weave a spell over him when there was nothing but the ghost of his thought here? And Daisuke was just powerless to resist.

He allowed one hand to drop to his hardening member, closing his eyes and seeing only silky strands of violet hair and soft lips spread in a smirk that matched the expression in those dark eyes. He imagined Dark doing the same thing he was doing now, confidently pleasuring himself, hand wrapped around his swollen cock. God, what did he look like when he came? Daisuke started to slowly stroke his now achingly hard erection, imagining longer fingers in place of his, a voice that was both husky and deep whispering his name in his ear.

He let the water cascade over his head as he leaned against the shower wall and slid down it halfway to be on the floor, his arousal jutting obscenely from the juncture of his thighs. He stroked faster and harder, hand sliding easily up and down the shaft as he imagined Dark's head thrown back, the thief's eyes closing in pleasure as hot come spurted from where his fingers encircled his cock. Daisuke wondered what he would taste like. He heard his own soft pants escape from between opened lips as he grew impossibly harder at the thought of sucking his counterpart off. He was so close, so close, and he was shivering slightly from passion. A small moan escaped his lips. “Dark…”

Cold air suddenly washed over his skin, prompting him to open his eyes in alarm, and his gaze met the last person he wanted to see—ironically the person of his fantasies.

“Yes, Daisuke?” The phantom thief peered mischievously into his mortified eyes. Daisuke scrambled to his feet and then his gaze followed as one long arm reached into the shower, past him—brushing against his chest in the process—to grab the leather wristband.

Dark examined the bracelet critically, shaking his head a little at its waterlogged state, as Daisuke gulped for air, mind freezing only on the fact that he had murmured Dark's name, and it was entirely too obvious to the older boy what he had been doing. In fact, despite the circumstances, he was still aroused to the point that the need for release was almost painful.

“I-I locked the door,” he managed to mumble incoherently, to which Dark gave only a smug grin that made Daisuke only blush harder. Dark was a thief. Of course he wasn't one to respect the sanctity of locks, not when he really wanted something. Daisuke looked at Dark helplessly and found that the expression in those violet eyes, which uncannily matched what Daisuke had fantasized would look like, held a mixture of amusement and lust that made Daisuke's mouth go dry.

Dark put one hand on Daisuke's chest and the other hand reached to turn off the water so he could be better heard. “So the real question is,” he murmured, his thumb playing with the pebble of Daisuke's nipple, “how do you want me?”

- TBC -

A/N: I know it doesn't start off in the most original way—how many interrupted shower scenes are there, seriously—but I was bored of writing meaningful and/or angsty stories on FFN and decided to have some fun with this multi-chapter PWP story. Please review!