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Rough Road	By : Macx Category: +. to F > DNAngel Views: 2843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Rough Road
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 4
- 5
Krad stepped out onto the balcony. It was a cool night; not unpleasant,
though. The view of the ocean from here was unrivalled and the surf could
be heard crashing against the rocks from below. The air smelled of salt
and the sea, and to the left and to the right the lights of more houses
gleamed in the darkness.
It was a clear night and the stars and quarter moon shed enough light
to show him his counterpart standing to one side, black wings out, enveloping
him like a feathery blanket. Dark was leaning against the outer wall of
the house where the balcony touched it, eyes in the distance, the amethyst
eyes reflecting the light.
As he came closer, each step silent and measure, he thought of his host's
words.
He had to talk to his lover, explain, let him in, and as much as Krad
didn't want Dark to know about his past, about the horrors and the nightmares,
he had to confess that
Dark knew most of it already. He had shared it with him in his desperation
and hopelessness after he and Satoshi had been reunited, after his host
had rejected him, hurt him�
Krad bit his lower lip and stopped. Dark hadn't moved, but it seemed
like he was looking at him nevertheless.
"Got your head washed by Emiko, too?" the kaitou asked.
Krad almost smiled. "No, but a host can be very persistent, too."
Dark glanced at him and Krad took in the pale, drawn features, the shadows
in his eyes that couldn't even be hidden by the darkness around them.
"We need to talk," Krad stated.
A shudder raced through the slender frame and the huge eyes suddenly
looked at him. An expression of suffering crossed those drawn features
and a whisper, a plea, reached the demon's ears.
"I'm so sorry, Krad. So terribly sorry. I� whatever you want� I'll do
it. I never intended to hurt you. It was a joke� fun� I didn't think� as
usual�"
Krad swallowed, drawn to the despair like a moth to the flame and he
came closer.
"You kissed Satoshi," he said softly.
"It was a mistletoe!" Dark argued weakly. "It's a tradition. It could
have been Emiko or Daisuke or� Whiz! It was just fun!"
"You accused me of sleeping with my host."
The dark-haired demon seemed to sink into himself. The wings hugged
the slender body more tightly.
"I was angry," he whispered. I was angry at your reaction, for not understanding,
for being so� possessive�"
"Satoshi is my host, Dark. He's everything to me, just like Daisuke
is everything to you."
"I know." The voice was small and lost. "I� I don't really know what
drove me�"
"Dark, are you jealous of the closeness Satoshi and I share?" Krad finally
asked the one question that had been coursing through his head in the last
two days.
Dark's head snapped up and he gaped. "W-what?"
"Are you jealous?" he repeated the question.
"No! I mean� you and Satoshi� it's like me and Daisuke."
"Exactly. So why the hateful words?"
There was a moment of silence, then Dark shivered again. "Because I
was hurt by your reaction to the kiss."
"What would you have done if I had kissed Daisuke?"
"You didn't."
"Pretend I'd do it right now."
Dark swallowed. "I'd be angry," he whispered.
"And so was I. It might have been the mistletoe, but you didn't do it
last year. Only this year. After we had become lovers."
Another swallow. "Sorry," Dark whispered, looking away.
"There's no reason to feel jealous, Dark. I love you."
Another shiver. "I know," was the weak confession.
"But it hurt me to be accused of physically abusing Satoshi."
Another whimpered 'I know'.
Huge violet eyes met his eyes and Krad winced. Dark was close to completely
withdrawing.
"And I want to tell you why I reacted that way when you said it," the
demon added, voice firm.
Dark blinked. "Y-you do?"
"Yes. I need you to know, Dark. I want you to understand�" Krad stopped,
hesitant, then he continued, "I want you to understand why this recalled
a memory of my past." He reached out and caressed one cold, pale cheek.
"I love you, Dark Mousy. And I trust you. With my very soul."
"And your memories," Dark whispered.
"Yes, my memories. My past."
Krad drew him close and unfurled his wings, enveloping the slender form
in his arms.
"I want you to know, to understand who I am," he murmured into one ear.
"And to understand it myself."
Dark melted against him, seeking contact and warmth. "Thank you," he
whispered.
"Don't thank me before I've told you," Krad replied wryly. "You might
wish you never knew that of me."
"Wrong. I do want to know."
He drew back, holding out one hand that Dark took. "Not here. Inside."

They took the window that led into Daisuke's old room and settled on
the bed, wings returning into their bodies. Krad wanted to cuddle into
his lover's embrace, feel his safety and warmth while he told him what
Satoshi knew already, but he knew he would never be able to tell the whole
tale that way. So they sat next to each other, their backs against the
wall, legs outstretched, and Krad began.
* * *
He held him in his arms, listening to the soft breaths, felt the rise
and fall of the lithe body, felt the warmth seeping into him from all the
points of contact, and Dark wondered how in the world Krad had ever survived
the horrors of his existence. How could he still be so� normal? True, he
had been a psychotic maniac out to kill him and they had fought bitterly
for three centuries, but Krad's mind had survived all of that. It had gone
through hell more than once, had come back, cracked but not shattered,
and while he had been broken, he had also mended. Damaged, jaded, but still
so very� alive.
Dark stroked over the blond hair and felt his lover shift. Strong, slender
hands caressed his side and he smiled. They hadn't done anything but lie
here, in Daisuke's old room, curled up with each other, and listening to
the sounds of the house.
There were voices downstairs, sometimes laughter, and the smell of food.
The warmth of the Niwa home was almost palpable, even up here where no
tree had been erected, where no one was sitting together, talking, having
a good time, catching up on things. Still, the Niwas were his home, like
Krad had had the Hikari� only that he had never had warmth until� Satoshi.
And Dark had accused him of the most vile thing�
"I love you," he whispered, kissing the blond head.
Golden eyes blinked up at him from where Krad was resting comfortable
against his lover.
"Love you," Krad replied.
There was so much he wanted to say, apologize again and again, beg Krad
for forgiveness over and over, but his lover had made it clear that what
had happened, while a black moment in their relationship, was past.
They had to get over it.
And they would. Eventually.
Dark still had to summon the courage to look Satoshi into the eyes again,
and he had to apologize to him, too.
Just an insane moment, a moment where his mouth had been faster than
his brain, driven by anger and maybe even jealousy, and he had damaged
something that was so good, so precious, Dark would do everything to patch
it up again.
He ran his fingers through the golden strands and rolled them onto the
back. Looking down into the beloved face, he bent and placed a kiss on
Krad's lips. It was answered and the two men lost themselves in the affectionate
contact.
"I don't want to lose you, Krad. Not to my fast mouth. Never. Just�
hit me over the head the next time, okay?"
Krad chuckled. He was still too pale for Dark's liking and the shadows
of his memories were present in the back.
"Deal," he murmured.

They stayed up in the room until Emiko's voice demanded to know if they
were still alive up there. And to stop whatever dirty games they were playing.
It was time to get some food into them.
Dark laughed softly, head buried against Krad's neck. Krad echoed the
laughter and smiled.
"I think we should heed this first warning," he said softly.
"Yes, probably. So, hungry?"
"Ravenous."
They went downstairs, their hosts shooting each a quizzical look, and
Dark grinned at Daisuke, who gave him a relieved smile. Krad just nodded
at Emiko, thanking her silently for her intervention, then gave his host
a warm look.
Dark knew it was far from over. They had just started to heal up the
wound he had so cruelly opened and it would take time. He would be patient
and he would try to help, give his lover the time and maybe even sometimes
necessary distance to work through this.
He loved Krad.
He would do everything to see him whole, healthy, complete.
Those golden eyes now looked at him, holding a promise, and Dark felt
a few more knots loosen up and dissolve.
I love you, he projected with his own eyes.
The message was understood, the words accepted, and he smiled.
* * *
That night, in their own home, they lay together, naked, close as could
be, enveloped in the warmth of the blanket and an additional cover. Dark
felt the reassuring warmth of the body of his lover, listened to his gentle
breathing as Krad slept, as the demon held him close, and he smiled slightly
to himself.
This was what he wanted and needed, and he would go through hell to
keep it. And he would grow up. More than he already had.
No more stupid jokes, no more brainless ideas. Krad was far from fragile,
but he was burned from his own past, needed the reassurance that the world
he now had wouldn't be destroyed again. He needed Satoshi and he needed
Dark, just like Dark himself needed his own Tamer and his blond, golden-eyed
lover.

In another bedroom, Daisuke was already asleep, worn out by the heated
round of loving, and Satoshi watched him fondly, playing with a strand
of dark hair. Part of him was listening for anything coming from his demon,
but Krad didn't radiate any distress.
Good.
Very good.
Another catastrophe mastered.
Blue eyes gazed out of the window and he buried deeper into the blankets,
closer to the warmth that was Daisuke.
There was so much pain and abuse in Krad's mind and soul, and the demon
was valiantly trying to keep afloat on those dark memories. Satoshi knew
them now, knew what ran so deeply in that tortured soul, and he knew that
Krad needed him� them�
Not that he would ever leave him, push him away, or do what his ancestors
had done to the beautiful being. Satoshi would protect him down to his
very last breath. Krad knew that now, and hopefully it would give him a
firmer base for the future.
Daisuke moved in his sleep and Satoshi's attention returned to the young
man at his side. He smiled, feeling sleepy.
Another Christmas mastered.
Hopefully next year would be less prone to catastrophes. He had had
enough for now.
Really.

Outside, the world was drowned in a blanket of snow, the moon and stars
sparkling in the night sky. It was frigidly cold, with the wind picking
up. Inside the shared home of Tamers and demons, warmth permeated the soul
of each and every one of them.
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