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Hel(l)	By : Macx Category: +. to F > DNAngel Views: 2903 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Hel(l)
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 8-part 8
- 9-part 9
- 10-part 10
- 11-part 11
- 12-part 12
- 9
- 10
- 11
Dark had yet to talk to Daisuke about what had really happened
to the kaitou at the hands of Hel, but the young man had a good idea by
now what had occurred. There was no shielding against such strong emotions
and especially when Dark's guards were down, things leaked. Daisuke had
had a hard time accepting what had happened to his symbiote. He still had.
And that growing difficulty finally alerted Dark to the cracked walls
around his mind. He was horrified by his lack of control and he was scared.
<Dark> Daisuke whispered softly. <It's okay. But we need to talk.
Please?>
There was a moment of hesitation, then the kaitou materialized outside
his host's body. Daisuke wanted to reach for him, touch him, but he didn't
want to immediately scare the other off.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, no accusation in his voice.
"I... I didn't want to... hurt you."
Daisuke gazed into the troubled, violet eyes. "Maybe. Maybe seeing and
hearing all of this will hurt, but this is about you, Dark. You're part
of me; you're a very vital part of me. I want to know because we are one
soul, Dark. I appreciate that you want to protect me. Really, I do. Please...
tell me what happened."
"You know already," Dark whispered.
"Tell me. I only saw fragments. They're open for interpretation."
Dark swallowed, hugging himself. Black strands hung into his face, shadowing
his eyes, and Daisuke finally stepped forward, touching him.
"Tell me inside," he whispered, suddenly aware of where the problem
lay.
Dark almost immediately merged with him again. For a moment there was
nothing, then the presence that was Dark moved close to Daisuke, carefully
enveloping him in a needy hug. Daisuke let him, answered it, and finally
his kaitou started to talk.
And Daisuke listened, holding on to the slightly trembling soul as Dark
told him what Hel had done. His voice was steadier than Daisuke had expected.
° ° °
It was a hard thing to chew on, to understand, to accept, to swallow.
Dark had been severely abused by Hel and Daisuke wondered how his demon
had been able to survive this so intact. Dark was a fighter, he wanted
to live, and Daisuke would make sure that something like this would never
happen again. He would fight for Dark should anyone ever want to take the
kaitou from him � whoever that might be.
Hands stroked through his wild bangs and he smiled a little at the tender
gesture, turning his head. Soft lips met his and he opened his mouth, pleased
to find a playful tongue meeting his.
Satoshi drew back, those intense blue eyes watching him quizzically.
Like Krad he knew what had happened and he had supported Daisuke the last
two days in which the young man had to deal with the truth.
"Dai?" he murmured.
"I'm fine," he answered, feeling strangely lazy, relaxed.
Then again, Satoshi did that to him. He knew he was safe with his partner,
that he could let all his guards down, that Satoshi knew him like no one
else. He snuggled closer, sighing as Satoshi's hands splayed out over his
back and stroked him.
"Okay," was the soft reply.
Daisuke let his own hands wander over the familiar body. He knew every
little crevice of the tall, lithe form. His fingers remembered, as did
his mouth, and he pressed his lips against the sensitive skin of Satoshi's
throat. It drew a little whisper of appreciation.
"We'll be there for him," Daisuke murmured as he continued his caresses.
"All of us. He knows it."
"Good," Satoshi replied and caught those teasing lips again.
It was a long, slow kiss, exploring and open. For a long time there
was nothing but the soft mouth, the warm wetness, the growing heat between
them. Clothes were removed and naked skin slid against naked skin. Daisuke
moaned underneath his lover. He shuddered with need as Satoshi worshipped
his body, his mouth teasing a nipple, licking and teething it gently until
it was a hard pebble. Fingers stroked over the curve of Daisuke's ribs,
tickling, teasing and scraping his blunt nails over the sensitive skin.
"Sato....!" Daisuke moaned. "No teasing!"
Satoshi chuckled. "Oh?"
Daisuke's eyes were dark with desire. "I want you. Now!"
The blond smiled and caught his lover's mouth in an almost savage kiss,
a hot, oral assault. Daisuke answered it just as hotly, wrapping an arm
around Satoshi's neck to keep him in place.
It didn't take long for Satoshi to break free, looking into the flushed
face of his partner, a face that reflected his own desire. Daisuke's legs
were splayed open, inviting him in, and with a minimum of foreplay and
preparation, Satoshi slid home. He groaned at the tightness that greeted
him, a sound echoed by Daisuke.
Movement was slow at first, but soon changed. Satoshi's pace quickened
and Daisuke's legs held him tightly, his body moving in sync with his lover.
Release was hard and fast and both men cried out hoarsely. Satoshi sank
forward, breathing hard, and Daisuke's arms wrapped around the slender
form, holding him as his own breathy gusted over the hot skin.
"Love you," he whispered.
Satoshi just closed his eyes, resting his head against his lover's shoulder.
He placed a little kiss on it.
Daisuke didn't let him go, reveling in the hard warmth of his lover.
He felt relaxed, pleasantly exhausted, and soon dozed off. He felt Satoshi
slide to his side, gathering him into his arms as they slid under the covers,
and soon he was asleep.
° ° °
Dark found his lover in his usual place in the library. Sitting in his
favorite couch chair, totally engrossed in the book in his lap, pushing
his reading glasses up every now and then when they threatened to slide
down his nose.
Reading glasses?
"Since when do you wear glasses?" Dark asked, dumbfound. If it wasn't
for looks...
"Since the fight against Hel," Krad replied, letting his book sink.
"But... why?"
Krad shrugged. "I suspect it's because I depleted myself in the fight."
"Are you telling me... you're going blind or something? We're magical
beings!" Dark exclaimed.
"I'm telling you that we're not invincible, magical beings or not. Maybe
it has something to do with the fact we're living outside our hosts most
of the time, I don't know."
Another shrug.
"Is it permanent?"
Krad shook his head. "I don't think so. Your wings are better, too,
aren't they?"
"Yeah. The bones needed some time to mend."
"See? I'm certain my eyes will recover in time as well."
Dark regarded him critically. "Hn. But the glasses fit you, though.
You look... mature?"
"Thank you sooo much." The blond grimace. "Why don't you say �old'?"
Dark chuckled. "No. Mature is fine. And sexy..."
Sandy eyebrows arched and the book lay forgotten on Krad's lap. Dark
grinned more.
"Mmm... tell me more," Krad teased.
The kaitou leaned forward and gave him a little kiss. "Nothing more
to tell," he laughed. "Old man."
And then beat a hasty retreat.
° ° °
Research had continued, categorizing art was a given and the routine
had settled in again. Satoshi, aside from running his small security business,
was still digging into the numerous reference books, obscure data and strange
scrolls to find dangerous artwork, keeping himself updated on occurrences
of all kind in museums near and far. Krad had taken to reading in the library,
now and then helping out his host, and Daisuke was busy with this term's
finals. Dark, since he had never had any interest in art aside from stealing
it, had started to assist Satoshi with his security matters. He was a thief;
he knew how to get in and out of even top notch security buildings as he
had proven so often in the past, and his insights actually helped boost
business.
They didn't go out to seal anything, let alone steal it, but they kept
their eyes open. Daisuke was not back to scaling walls and doing flip-flops
yet.
It was throughout those days that Dark started to immerse himself in
the world of high tech and security when he noticed something. Well, someone,
actually.
Krad.
The demon had always been with him, holding him in their shared realm,
calming him throughout recurring nightmares, just like Daisuke. Together
they had formed Dark's safety net, his security blanket, but in the days
he had now taken to separating from Daisuke, Dark had felt Krad's gaze
on him more and more. They weren't sleeping together � yet. Dark still
returned to be with Daisuke each night.
And they hadn't really talked about what had happened when Krad had
confronted Hel. He didn't know that Dark had seen the kill, had felt the
horror of what his other half had so cold-bloodedly done, and for now the
kaitou was pushing that memory far, far away.
Since no one had had the time to repair the damage done to Dark's room
when Krad had lost it and slammed the kaitou into the wall, the two entities
had finally taken it upon themselves to do something about the dented wall
and scorch-marked wallpaper.
Dark turned around when he felt Krad's gaze resting on him. Not only
resting, Krad was � checking him out? Golden eyes were wandering up and
down his body, as if his lover hadn't ever seen him before. Or would never
see him again.
Their eyes met.
Dark swallowed, his throat suddenly gone dry. It wasn't a feeling of
fear but of... arousal?
There was a glint in those inhuman eyes, something almost feral, something
� hungry? And it was solely directed at him.
"Krad?"
It came out as a dry moan, and Krad smiled. Not feral. Not at all, but
sweet and loving. And then the blond demon turned back to his work.
Dark needed another minute.
What had just happened here?

tbc...
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