D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Release ❯ Inevitable ( Chapter 2 )

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

Release

By ElveNDestiNy

March 11, 2007

- Two: Inevitable -

So the real question is…how do you want me?

Imagination, memory, none of it was anything compared to the real thing before him, to hearing those words from Dark's lips. Did he even know what thoughts he had conjured up with that seemingly simple question? Now that the hot water had been turned off, the water droplets clinging to his body were beginning to cool, making everything almost unbearably sensitive.

Dark's hand rested lightly on Daisuke's chest, but he continued to play with what he could touch, eliciting a small gasp from the redhead, half out of desire and half from acute embarrassment. Daisuke fixed his gaze on the hollow of other's throat, unable to keep himself from noticing how perfectly smooth and warm that skin seemed. He fought the temptation to touch.

“I…” He didn't even know what he wanted to say, what excuse, but it didn't matter because Dark's mouth cut him off. Daisuke's wordless response was muffled against the hard press of warm lips, and then Dark was kissing him as though his mouth were a direct link to other things entirely, tongue pushing boldly between his lips. It seemed only natural to yield to that demanding force, to allow Dark to explore him. Dark kissed him as if he were something to be devoured, a taste that the thief wanted to savor and couldn't get enough of, ever. Every thought fled Daisuke's mind.

The lips moving so bruising against his own finally lifted and Dark's breath fanned across the moist flesh. “Close your eyes, Daisuke.” He hadn't even realized he'd left them open, and as he complied, Dark's mouth found his again. With his senses narrowed, Daisuke was even more aware of everything. Their kiss, the steady hand on his chest, only told him of all the places where he ached to close the distance between their bodies. Against his conscious will, his hands crept up to grip Dark's shoulders.

As quickly and violently as it had begun, the kiss ended, leaving Daisuke gasping for breath and staring at Dark as the other stepped back. Hardly aware of what he was doing, he accepted the towel that Dark gave him, seeing only the lust in those deep violet eyes, the shadowed expression directed towards himself.

Lust.

His imagination had never covered this point, the bridge between fantasy and reality. He'd assumed that it was all impossible, so what was the point of spinning out scenarios in his head about how they had moved from point A to point B? He'd imagined this very gaze just minutes ago when he had been alone but now that he was faced with it, he had no idea how he should react. How do I want you? I just want you, he wished he could say.

He was distracted from his scattered thoughts by a low laugh and Daisuke realized that he had indeed spoken that last part out loud even as Dark took back the thick towel and wrapped it around him. Automatically, he grasped the towel against himself, a curious sense of disappointment overtaking him for a moment. Seeing the sudden uncertainty in his expression, Dark hugged him briefly before clasping his wrist with a strong grip and leading him into their bedroom.

“Daisuke,” Dark began as Daisuke took a seat on the bed.

“I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe that you're—that you and I—” Daisuke blurted out. He bit his lip before he could say anything more. It was embarrassing. But that didn't diminish his desire at all.

Dark half knelt before him and sealed his mouth over Daisuke's, stealing his words with a gentle but no less passionate kiss. Both of them were breathless when he pulled away, and he said, “Don't let it change anything between us, Daisuke. Pretend it's someone else, if you want.”

Dark started to rise, not quite looking at Daisuke, both of them knowing who he meant. He was offering Daisuke a graceful way out, but Daisuke found that he didn't want to take it. He reached out to stop him, hands grasping Dark's upper arms, and waited until the darkened violet eyes were focused on him again. “No. I won't pretend it's someone else. It's you, Dark, I've been pretending it's you and now you're here.” He swallowed slightly, hands tightening their grip. “It's you.”

Surprise flickered for a moment across Dark's face, but was quickly overtaken by something else. Daisuke thought he had never seen such an expression in those beautiful dark eyes, and thought it was unlikely he would see it very many times at all. One emotion in them he did recognize; a kind of marvel. “You trust me, don't you, Daisuke?”

Daisuke nodded without hesitation. “I've trusted you with my life before.” His voice was a little more than a whisper.

“Then let me show you. Let me teach you,” Dark said huskily. Daisuke could only nod as Dark began to unbutton the collared shirt he was wearing, his heart pounding in his chest.

He took in every detail he could see, relishing how close Dark was to him, and then suddenly realized that it was not enough simply to watch, not when Dark was available and oh-so-willing. The taller boy murmured in appreciation as Daisuke reached out to help him with his task, hand ghosting down his bared chest, just stopping at the edge of his jeans.

Then there was more than one sudden intake of breath when Daisuke's hands crept lower, to where Dark's erection strained against the rough, thick fabric. The slight sound that escaped Dark's throat was addictive, and Daisuke touched him more fully, putting just the right amount of pressure without going too hard. The layer of cloth only added torture to Dark's pleasure, and he moaned. Daisuke felt himself grow even harder at the sound; he hadn't expected that, hadn't known that he would be so aroused by the proof that Dark wanted him so much.

The towel wrapped loosely around him fell away as Dark pushed him back onto the bed, kissing him again. Daisuke gasped with surprise as Dark's mouth finally left his and roamed to his neck; he was really sensitive there and Dark seemed to know it—how? The surprise was swiftly replaced with blinding desire as Dark simultaneously laved his tongue over his nipple and took his erection into his confident hand.

Suddenly Daisuke was glad of the bed beneath him as Dark stroked his aching flesh. He arched up with a cry as the firm hand slid up the damp length of him, the water ostensibly making things less slippery. Dark paused to squeeze some slick oil into his hand from a bottle before resuming his grip, sliding hard all the way down to the base and then up again to the hyper-sensitive tip, where his touch gentled. Over and over Dark repeated the sequence, ignoring Daisuke's moans and the nails that dug into his back.

“I've never—Dark…” Daisuke couldn't complete the sentence. He couldn't breath. Everything that came from his lips was short and gasping. “Dark, please—”

Dark leaned over him, kissing his neck and collarbone, and then continued down to teasingly graze his nipple with teeth. Daisuke cried out at the sensations, letting go of Dark as he turned his head to the side, eyes fluttering shut. His back arched as he bucked his hips against Dark's hand, the sensitive head of his shaft rubbing against the palm with every wild movement. In response, Dark's hand closed even tighter around his shaft, and it was all it took to push Daisuke over the end. Daisuke's fists clenched tight and his whole body drew taut as he erupted, hips jerking as Dark continued to pump his shaft, catching the hot, sticky liquid of his violent release in his hand.

Daisuke dropped back onto the bed, not realizing for several moments that he was panting heavily and that Dark was drinking in the sounds as if it were music. His body felt weak and languid with the aftershocks of his climax, and he licked his kiss-bruised lips, trying to regain his composure as he watched Dark. Fine tremors still shuddered through him but he felt both drained and elated.

Dark leaned down to kiss him on the cheek, the gesture oddly chaste, and Daisuke's arms came up to hug him. He could hardly believe that Dark was still half dressed, and for a moment Daisuke wanted nothing more than to make his lover lose control the way Dark had done to him. Even now, Dark's gaze slammed over every inch of him until Daisuke almost imagined his skin heating where those eyes lingered.

He knew he was flushed, but the intensity of Dark's focus almost made him instinctively try to cover himself. After what they had just done, though, it seemed absurd—and besides, he couldn't deny that he liked the way Dark was looking at him or that it sent pleasure pulsing through his veins.

“Dark, that was…that was—” He struggled to find the words and couldn't. Dark flashed him a smile, leaning in and brushing Daisuke's hair out of his eyes.

“I know, Daisuke. You don't need to tell me.” The rough tone of Dark's voice, the slight edge of need that underlay his words, made Daisuke's heartbeat speed up again.

“But, Dark,” Daisuke began, overwhelmed with emotion. “I want you to understand.”

Dark stretched out beside Daisuke, propped up on his side. “I do,” he said quietly, running his eyes over him again as if he could not get enough of the sight. He cupped Daisuke's cheek and ran his thumb across his bottom lip. “But this isn't the end, you know. I can show you so much more.”

Daisuke's answer was a breathless yes that was barely uttered. Without thinking, he pressed himself against Dark, feeling the coarse jean fabric against his legs, but also Dark's utterly smooth skin. It placed his mouth near Dark's taut nipple, and, thinking of what Dark had done to him earlier, he took it in his mouth, teasing the nub with his tongue.

But all of that was almost secondary, because he was acutely aware of the hardness pressed to the soft hollow beneath his hipbone, only a layer of cloth separating them, and when he experimentally shifted his hips, pressing closer, it drew a groan from Dark. A thrill of daring excitement racing through him, Daisuke slid his hand between the two of them, to the loose waistband of Dark's jeans and then under.

Dark stilled, but Daisuke was mesmerized by his own task. He unbuttoned the jeans and then pulled the zipper down, his fingertips brushing Dark intimately, freeing him. “Daisuke…” Dark breathed, not quite a warning and not quite a plea.

“You have more control than anyone else I know,” Daisuke said without thinking, not even only referring to this. It was almost too easy to bare Dark's body, and he couldn't help but stare, because he had never seen anything so beautiful.

“Not when it comes to you,” Dark replied, shuddering at his touch. Daisuke let the words sink in, thinking of what he intended to do—and what they were doing. He shifted his body lower, sliding himself against Dark, a little hesitantly kissing a trail down Dark's chest and lower. His skin was like heated silk covering the muscles beneath, and all along Daisuke was aware of being watched, of Dark's uneven breathing as he moved until he was between the other's thighs.

The sense of the power Daisuke had rippled over him as he pressed his cheek against Dark's erection, adding to the excitement. Dark was looking at him, but he had never seen such an expression before—it was beyond lust, and in that moment, Daisuke was only aware that it was a kind of control, and a kind of trust, and also beyond both of those things. Dark's hands cupped his head, threading the strands of Daisuke's hair through his fingers, and Daisuke gently took him in his hand. He was long and thick, and so hard that Daisuke wondered if it almost hurt for him to be that aroused.

He couldn't help but smile as he lowered his head and tasted him with his tongue. He looked up to see the former phantom thief bite his lip in a losing battle; Dark cried out. It wasn't like anything Daisuke had done before. He tasted salty and a little bitter. The experience was overwhelming and the moans from Dark stirred his own lust again. Without hesitating further, Daisuke closed his mouth over the head of the cock and swirled his tongue around, sucking hard.

Dark had his head thrown back, eyes closed with thick lashes forming delicate crescents, and he looked as if he were in either pain or ecstasy or both. Seeing it made it all the more real and Daisuke released him briefly only to take him slowly in his mouth again, this time trying to swallow his entire length. Dark's hands tightened urgently in their clasp of his head, sudden moving to draw him away.

“No more, or I won't last,” Dark said, laughing shakily, and their gazes locked. The laughter faded or changed into something different. His eyes were an intense violet. Without looking away from Daisuke, Dark took himself in his own hand, slicking himself with lubricant, the shaft gleaming and a drop of precome on the blunt head. Daisuke watched with wide eyes, unable to speak, some trepidation mingling with the increasing anticipation. Dark correctly interpreted the look, his own expression becoming composed and difficult to read.

“Daisuke…if this is too much, it doesn't have to be now,” he said. “I want you to think of yourself before me, for this. I want you to have what you want.”

“I want this,” Daisuke whispered. There was something about watching Dark touch himself that turned him on. He marveled at Dark's incredible self-restraint, but at the same time it was almost frustrating. He wanted his lover to be passionate, to not hold back anything. He wanted for Dark to show that he was as affected by this as Daisuke was, not just doing a favor, no matter how touching the tenderness of Dark's concern.

“It will hurt at first,” Dark was saying; Daisuke didn't even hear the rest. His body was too busy demanding that they do this right now.

“I know,” Daisuke replied simply.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please…” No wonder Dark was worried. Daisuke didn't sound like himself—he sounded needy, lustful, and wanton all at once. Unvoiced were the thoughts reflected in his eyes, but Dark seemed to read them anyway. You asked me if I trusted you. Now trust me. “Damn it Dark, if you don't take me, I think I'll go insane.”

The frustrated statement startled a laugh out of Dark, one that felt like velvet brushing over Daisuke's body, very masculine and at the same time affectionate. “As you wish.”

Then there were no more words, whispered or otherwise, because Dark's mouth was on his, hot and sweet, and Daisuke felt like he was dissolving from the sudden clear need—Dark's hunger riding right over all his emotions, taking him utterly. He had wanted evidence; this was all the proof he could ask for.

Dark slipped one finger into him and Daisuke unintentionally tensed, unused to the sensation but nevertheless excited by the thought of being able to drive Dark wild. In response, Dark only claimed his lips again, breaking the kiss only to coax him to relax before adding another finger, stretching him. The third took more time to get accustomed to, but by then, Daisuke wasn't resisting it, too involved in other sensations.

Momentarily withdrawing his fingers, Dark ground his hips against Daisuke, his arousal roughly in contact with Daisuke's, and then shifted so he could enter him slowly. Daisuke gasped, but found it hard to even think when Dark's skillful hands stroked him even as he kept on pushing in. Daisuke bit his lip as Dark filled him completely, unsure of what to feel, and Dark was carefully still as he waited for Daisuke to adjust. It took a moment for Daisuke to realize that the other was trembling a little from the control that he was so determined to test.

It was hard to tell who was surrendering to their passion, or if they were merely both being consumed by the desire that ran white hot through their bodies. Dark began to move carefully when he felt Daisuke relax and saw him close his eyes, pushed to his limits by the heat and tightness. It took all his self-control not to thrust as hard as he wanted to. Instead, he concentrated on finding the right angle and then thrust his whole length in.

Daisuke cried out at the new sensations, contracting around Dark and tearing a similar cry from the other. He gripped Dark's back, nails digging in, and the slight pain combined with the other boy's pleas for more undid Dark's control. He started thrusting faster and harder, caution now forgotten by both as pleasure overrode other concerns.

At the limits of what he could handle, Dark shifted, lifting one of Daisuke's legs and thrusting in hard, not as rough as he could be, not this time, but unable to hold back all the same. He reached down and took Daisuke's erection into his hand, stroking him while also repeatedly hitting the bundle of nerves deep within him. It wasn't long before Daisuke was in a fit of passion and rising to meet him, caught between two kinds of pleasure.

The harder Dark pumped his shaft, slick with sweat and other liquids, the harder Daisuke wanted it. Dark grabbed Daisuke's hips and with a couple more thrusts he tensed and bit his lip to keep from crying out as he came. Daisuke felt Dark spasm hard inside of him and the hot, liquid spurts of his seed filling him—then he was the one to cry out as his hips arched forward, frantic for contact, and he came messily across his stomach in a blinding rush.

Time had seemed to speed up for them and now it made up for it, lingering heavily over them and muffling the sounds of their gasping breaths. Daisuke shivered with the aftershocks of their passion, drawing the slightest of moans from Dark when his body contracted. It seemed almost unreal, that all those months of frustration and uncertainty had boiled over into this. It seemed even more unreal after Dark finally withdrew and Daisuke's heartbeat slowed, no longer electrifying his pulse.

After Dark helped him clean up a bit with tissues, they lay on the bed quietly together. Daisuke was a little surprised that Dark hadn't left yet. Instead, the phantom thief was a very warm and solid presence next to him, not quite touching him. They were both content and sleepy. Idly Daisuke wondered if Dark stayed with all his other lovers and then tried to quell the sudden surge of jealousy he felt at the thought.

Dark wasn't his; he wasn't under any delusions and didn't want to make this into more than it was. Because they were such close friends and partners, it wasn't just sex…but it wasn't something else, either. It was just like nothing he had ever felt before.

He was wanted. Daisuke was wanted, and not just by anyone, but by someone who could have anyone he wanted—anyone at all. It only took one of Dark's molten-violet glances and normally rational people discovered a passion within themselves that they had never known. He brought it out in others, that magnetic attraction.

Daisuke had never realized how much those months with Satoshi had affected him. How many nights he had spent wondering if he wasn't good enough? He had thought there was something wrong, something that was his fault. Why didn't Satoshi want him, if he loved him in all other ways? Why had they never even shared a kiss?

Before he knew it, Dark was leaning over him, hand cupping his face and smearing away the tears that Daisuke hadn't realized were trickling out of his eyes. “Daisuke…what's wrong?”

He sounded panicked, the concern in his tone jolting Daisuke out of his thoughts. “Nothing, Dark, don't worry.”

“I hurt you,” Dark said angrily to himself. Daisuke's vehement denial only added to his confusion. Daisuke's tears flowed a little faster, leaving Dark helpless, not knowing what to do. In all the time they had been together, Dark had only seen Daisuke cry a few times, and he seemed entirely too vulnerable at the moment. But after few shuddering breaths, Daisuke wiped away any lingering trace of tears from his cheeks and looked up to see Dark's eyes, oddly bright as if with the sheen of tears as well.

“Don't, Dark, please,” he said, shocked.

“Tell me what's wrong then.”

“Nothing…I'm not lying when I say that, Dark. I just wanted this so much, to be close to you again.” Daisuke looked away. “Dark, this isn't a dream, right?”

Before Dark could reply, he continued. “I dreamed of you so much when you were gone. No one knew, not even Satoshi. Sometimes it was like you were with me, like you were on the other side of the mirror, and I could just barely see you.”

Dark was silent, listening to Daisuke's drowsy voice, but he knew perfectly what it felt like. He couldn't remember much of those times, but he knew there had been moments when they almost seemed close again.

“No, it's not a dream,” he tried to reassure Daisuke, but it didn't relieve his own unease. He didn't regret any of it, but maybe it had still been a mistake. He wanted only the best for Daisuke.

But he couldn't help but wonder, as they fell asleep, if maybe the heart in danger of involvement was really his own. Because Daisuke was Satoshi's, and yet, even now, there was something in Dark that was possessive, that wanted Daisuke for himself.

Daisuke lay curled against Dark, and the thief hesitantly let his arm wrap around him. The sound of soft, even breathing calmed his thoughts, but Dark couldn't help but notice the flare of satisfaction such a simple movement had given him. There it was, that desire again that went beyond physical lust…

But stealing Daisuke away from Satoshi was a temptation he had to resist at all cost. The Hikari family again…! Dark held his breath for a moment, thinking of his traditional adversary with a small pang. Not that he missed Krad, the psychotic maniac who had tried to kill him countless times, no, of course not. But everything had been much simpler when Dark's main focus had been simply taking Hikari art.

Daisuke was not a precious artwork. Troubled, Dark pressed closer to Daisuke's form, wishing for a moment in which they could be as close as one again.

There were some things that even a phantom thief could not steal.

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A/N: Revised this chapter to prep it for the multi-chaptered story angle. Expect new pairings and interesting developments. Please review!