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It took Daisuke three days to get Satoshi back up on his feet and coherent.
After Krad had merged with his host, recuperation was faster, though Daisuke
doubted the demon had any healing powers.

~The soul has~ Dark murmured.

Well, yeah, maybe. He pushed that thought away.

In the days Daisuke was home now, he had spent a lot of time talking
to his parents, either over the phone or personally. It had helped dealing
with the horror. He had also called his professor in Prague, had given
him an update about his 'family emergency' without going into details,
and he was glad that Yamamato understood. He would get another chance.

Sitting together, Satoshi curled up against him, the TV running some
nonsense program, Daisuke looked at his lover. Color had returned to Satoshi's
pale cheeks and the dark bruises under the eyes had disappeared. He slept
well, ate better, and the cuts were healing. His hands were no longer completely
bandaged. Krad's first aid had been good.

~Of course it would be~ Dark muttered. ~He knows what he's doing~

~You know, you keep defending him any more and I'll start thinking
you two really get along now~ Daisuke teased a little.

~Actually, we do~

He sent a chuckle, hearing Dark echo it.

The program ended and Daisuke leaned down, nuzzling Satoshi a little,
planting a kiss on the familiar lips. Satoshi answered it softly.

"Sato?" Daisuke murmured, caressing the face.

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you?"

Hikari hesitated a moment, clearly aware what this was about.

"Will you answer?" Dai added hopefully.

He hadn't touched the why and what for at all. He had kept back, wanting
his lover to heal, but there was this burning need to know. Finally Satoshi
inhaled shakily, detaching himself from the warmth of the body next to
him.

"Why did you do it?" Daisuke asked, taking it as a cue.

"It was my only way out, Daisuke."

"Why didn't you call me? I was just a phone call away!"

Satoshi didn't look at him, just smiled humorlessly. "What should I
have said? Hello, I'm lonely, please come home? If I can't make it two
months without you�."

"How do you think it feels to call and get Krad on the phone? These
were special circumstances, Sato!" Daisuke cried.

"Dai� this was your chance�"

"And you're my life! I love you! I want to be there for you when you
hurt!"

Satoshi lowered his eyes. "I saw no way out," he murmured again.

"Life is precious. Don't throw it away! I told you so before� remember?"
Daisuke's fingers curled lightly around his wrist, brushing over the edge
of the bandages.

"Yes, I do�"

"Back then I understood your desperation to end it all, but not this
time! Satoshi� You can't want yourself to die," he repeated the words spoken
so long ago.

Satoshi's head snapped up, some life returning the blue eyes. "I didn't
want to end it, Dai. I'm not suicidal."

"Then why? Why try to cut your neck?"

Satoshi contemplated the blanket. "Short-circuit," he murmured. "I
didn't want to end my life, just� erase the problem."

'You can't understand what it's like to bear the Hikari's fate.'

Daisuke recalled those words clearly.

No, he had had no idea. Daisuke had had a loving family, a mother,
father and grandfather. Slightly weird, but his family. He had had support.
He had had friends. Satoshi had been alone all his life, had been prepared
for his destiny in a way that was so cold and ruthless as the creature
that had resided inside him.

Daisuke would never be able to understand, but he had tried. He had
wanted to understand, to be there for Satoshi, and they had talked, but
he would never have believed his lover capable of this�

"Krad," Daisuke said tonelessly.

Satoshi nodded.

"You can't erase him, Sato."

"I know," came the soft reply.

"He saved you."

Satoshi shot him a dark look. "Of course, because he doesn't want to
lose his body."

"Sato� he asked me to come home. He took care of you. He could have
just used your state of mind to push you away, to take over, but he didn't.
He separated and he stayed away for you to heal!"

Satoshi stared at the blanket again. "He probably has his reasons."

"Yes, he cares about you. In his way, he does. He didn't harm you,
let alone neglect you. He stayed away until it was almost too late."

Daisuke touched his face and made him look at him.

"Sato, please. Just� look at him. Look at him now. He's no threat.
He nearly passed out on us."

Satoshi grimaced. "Dai�"

"Please, do it for me?"

He squirmed.

"Sato�"

"Okay, okay."

And Satoshi hesitantly turned inward, looking for his demon. Krad was
curled up in the back of his mind, far away, unresponsive, and completely
without shields. In the vast nothingness, the whiteness, he seemed lost
and alone. Not really awake, not really asleep. Krad had never slept to
Satoshi's knowledge. He had always been there, in his mind, his thoughts,
his dreams.

He studied the figure, so slender and small, no wings � none of the
cool elegance of before. Still beautiful like an angel, though. Satoshi
stopped that thought. Krad was no angel. He was a demon.

His demon.

But suddenly the threat factor was down several notches. He recalled
gentle touches, caresses, a warm, solid body cradling him close. A soft
voice speaking to him.

Loving�

He moved away again and blinked a little as he returned to the real
world. Daisuke was watching him, smiling tentatively.

"Well?" his lover asked. "You think you can give him a chance?"

Satoshi exhaled softly. "I don't know, Dai. It remains to be seen.
* * *
Daisuke had planned on setting the mood, maybe a nice dinner, candle-light�
though Satoshi would probably kill him for overdoing the romance stuff�
and nice music. He would have ordered the food since his cooking was way
below the level of Satoshi's. His lover had fended for himself as a kid
already and he knew how to cook. It tasted excellent. Daisuke was more
of a microwave person. As long as the oven did the cooking for him, he
was fine.

But those plans, while still in the back of his head, were scrapped
when he looked at Satoshi, lying on the balcony, soaking up the sun. He
was still wearing a short-sleeve shirt, open, revealing his toned chest,
and shorts. Daisuke froze for a moment, want and need rising inside him
like a tidal wave.

Dark moved in the back of his mind, but he ignored him as he stepped
out onto the balcony, heading for the enticing sight on display. Daisuke
straddled his lover in one smooth move, plucked the book out of his hands
and leaned down for a kiss. Satoshi made a noise of surprise, answering
the insistent tongue, wrapping his arms around Daisuke in return.

They kissed lazily but with ever-growing urgency. Daisuke let himself
taste all of his lover as if it was their first time again, exploring his
neck and face and throat, tugging gently at the left ear with his teeth,
feeling Satoshi squirm under him as he suckled at the spot just below it.
His path took him to the left nipple, experimentally licking at the small
nub, which responded eagerly. Satoshi groaned a little, then more as he
scraped teeth gently over the sensitive spot.

"Dai...� he moaned.

"Yes, love?�

"Inside�"

"There's no one here to watch us," Daisuke told him, thumb rubbing
over the right nipple as the left was suckled at.

"I still� prefer� a bed� ah!"

Daisuke grinned, raising his lips from the now very hard little peak.
He slowly, oh so slowly, slid down his lover's tall form, making sure to
brush his growing hardness against Satoshi's groin, watching the other's
eyes widen and his lips open in a barely audible gasp.

"Come," he whispered, holding out a hand.

Satoshi let himself be pulled up, right into the warm circle of Daisuke's
arms, to be welcomed by a hungry kiss that relayed everything.

They made it into the bedroom, stumbling, kissing, touching, and Daisuke
let his lover sink onto the mattress, hands stroking over the sun-warmed
skin. He suckled a place, reveling in the smell of it, the way the sun
had heated his lover.

"Don�t tease,� came the plea.

Daisuke pouted, looking into the clouded blue eyes that spoke of lust
and need and pleasure. He kissed Satoshi, delving into the hungry mouth,
ravishing his lover, pushing and gyrating against his hips. Strong hands
grabbed his hips, held him in place as long legs parted to give more access.

"And here I had planned on the full treatment,� Daisuke chuckled, slightly
breathless.

Satoshi�s eyes glazed over even more. "You want to kill me?�

"No, I just want to love you.� He kissed his lover, trailing a new
path to the neck and shoulder, delivering light bites.

Satoshi moaned, arching against him, exposing his neck, arms wrapping
around his lover and pulling him closer. Daisuke took his cue and continued
his ministrations until, with Satoshi practically begging him, he closed
his mouth over the straining arousal and receiving a cry of pleasure in
return. Lapping, nibbling and sucking at the length, fingers brushing over
the sensitive spot that promised even more pleasure, Daisuke waited until
his lover was close, then stopped, drawing a protesting groan.

"Dai....�

He looked into the dilated blue eyes, smiling. "Want you,� he murmured.

Satoshi panted, licking his lips. "Please...�

When the first lubed digit parted him, he screwed his eyes shut, breathing
deeply, pushing back.

"More.�

"Slow down.�

"Gawd, Dai, you�re killing me!�

"Nope, not planning to.�

And he continued with the slow pace, stretching, teasing and preparing
his lover, aware that he was truly sending him into a spiral of hell. They
had been together for three years and Satoshi didn�t need such thorough
ministrations, but he wanted to make him feel good, wanted this to last,
and he delighted in the sounds of pleasure. Watching Satoshi now, lying
under him, trembling with need and clutching the sheets, making sobbing
sounds when taking in his breath in short heavy huffs, the way his lover�s
stomach fluttered every time his moved his fingers, made Daisuke
want to bury himself in that tight heat. He flexed his fingers, causing
Satoshi to suck in a lungful of air, stiffen and arch, crying out.

"Dai!�

The wail made him grin and he silenced the protest with a deep kiss.

Sliding into the well-prepared opening, he felt Satoshi�s hands dig
into his shoulders, then the slender form underneath him pushed back. He
hissed in pleasure.

He moved slowly, deeply, savoring each noise, and his own needs started
to rise. Daisuke interlaced their fingers, looked into the amazing blue
eyes, kissing his lover, stroking deep, feeling each shiver, each tremor
and deep moan echo in his own body.

Release hit Satoshi first. He cried out, eyes sliding shut and fingers
clasping Daisuke�s almost painfully as he met his lover�s last thrusts,
spilling all over his stomach. Daisuke had been amazed throughout their
first few times how vocal the other man was. Hikari Satoshi had always
been like a shadow, a handsome boy but still a shadow. He spoke only what
was necessary and he never let his eyes wander from his objective. In their
shared bed, he could transform into a whirlwind of need, vocal and active,
and it had stunned his lover.

Satoshi�s completion pulled Daisuke over the edge, too, and with a
strangled moan he released himself into the slender body, sinking forward
into the hot embrace afterwards. Satoshi�s breathing was loud in his ear,
brushing over his skin. There were faint tremors racing through the body
in his arms and when they grew, Daisuke pushed himself up. Strong arms
curled immediately around him and kept him from going too far.

"Sato?" he murmured, confusion and worry growing.

Tears were brimming in the blue eyes and fell silently. There were
so many emotions in those expressive eyes, none of them anywhere negative.
Daisuke smiled tenderly and kissed the tears, trailing them down to the
corner of Satoshi's mouth, then covering his lips.

Satoshi sobbed softly as they kissed, then clung to his lover, shaken
by the intensity of their love-making, of all the emotions from the last
few days.

"I love you," Daisuke whispered. "I love you, Hikari Satoshi. Very
much."

Satoshi just buried his head against one bare shoulder, crying silently,
riding out the flood of feelings until it was all dried up.
*
Dark leaned back and enjoyed the rush of emotions released through the
physical interaction of the two lovers. He grinned at the whirlpool of
lust and need and want. Daisuke had been a hormonally challenged teenager
when they had first met, had had trouble keeping his love genes under control,
but now he had grown into a very much sexually active young man.

As had Satoshi, lo and behold. He wouldn�t have thought that the creepy
kid would become such a fine specimen of a man and a lover to his host.

Dark 'watched� them from a distance, not really that much of a peeping
tom as Daisuke had always claimed he was. He just enjoyed the flood and
its echoes, but he didn�t peek. He wasn�t aeur,eur, he respected Daisuke�s
privacy.

Feeling pretty good, bathing in the positive emotions, Dark found himself
in the realm he meanwhile recognized quite easily as the space he somehow
shared with Krad, the space where he could meet his alter ego and talk
to the demon. Lately there had been hardly any contact. Krad was alive,
he had recovered, but he refused to talk to Dark. Well, maybe now he would.
Somehow it was easier to reach Krad in the afterglow of their hosts� passionate
encounters. Dark was still baffled by the way Krad reacted to the love
his host Satoshi emitted � and received. The emotions, the sensations seemed
to overwhelm the demon sometimes, and then he would simply retreat into
himself and not talk to Dark in any way.

This time Krad was nowhere to be seen and Dark felt himself getting
worried about his other half. They had reached an understanding throughout
the time Daisuke and Satoshi had invited them back into their bodies and
their lives, Krad being the other half of Dark and vice versa. Dark had
started to think of Krad as a friend � an aggravating friend, but nevertheless.
Dai�s and Sato�s lovemaking had been intense this time, bringing tears
of unrestrained emotions into the young man�s eyes as Satoshi had clung
to Daisuke afterwards, as if a dam had been broken.

If that was how Satoshi reacted�? And Krad had been too quiet and withdrawn
lately.

�Krad?�

No reply.

Damn.

�Krad?!�

A muffled, sobbing sound answered his call this time, and finally Dark
was able to make out the demon's form. There, huddled in a far away corner,
sat Krad, his white wings, wrapped around himself, forming a protective
barrier.

Which was shaking every now and then.

�Krad?� Dark asked, stunned to see the other demon in a state like
this.

�Leave me alone.�

�Krad�� Dark stepped closer, reaching out but hesitated.

He couldn�t remember a moment he had actively touched the other, had
only fought with him.

�Go� please� � The last was almost inaudible, suppressed by a hitch
and another sob, and Dark�s eyes widened. Krad was indeed crying
� like Satoshi had.

��Krad�� Dark whispered, remembering how Daisuke had held his partner,
giving comfort silently.

He crouched down beside the huddled form, noticing how Krad desperately
tried to suppress his sobs � with not much success, too. Dark carefully
wormed a hand under the wings, pushing them aside. Krad had his knees pulled
up to his chest, his face buried into his arms which were tightly wrapped
around himself, panting hard in the effort to regain control.

�Krad � �

Damn... Dark thought. What happened?

Warmth lapped at his senses, sent out by his host, and a similar echo
had to come in through Satoshi. Krad paled even more, moaning in denial,
and he curled up as if in pain.

"Stop it,� he begged.

It couldn�t be hurting him! Those were positive emotions and while
Krad had been ignorant of their meaning at first, he should enjoy his host�s
pleasure just the same.

"Krad...�

The demon turned pleading eyes to him. "I can�t... it hurts...�

"But... love can�t hurt...�

Krad gave a distressed sob. "Always hurt... I couldn�t get close. They
punished closeness. Why does he...?�

The kaitou was speechless. Krad was breaking apart, had started to
break ever since returning to Satoshi�s body, and it was getting worse.
Satoshi�s withdrawal, his refusal to accept Krad as part of him, had been
part of that, too.

Dark felt old memories rise, tease him with their knowledge, and he
reached out, touching the fragments. He stiffened as images of what he
already knew joined the knowledge.

"Oh, Krad...� he murmured.

And Dark did the only thing he could think of right now, the one thing
he had seen Daisuke do � he pulled the other man close, feeling the lithe
body stiffen in his arms, but when a new wave of love and affection touched
the two entities, he groaned softly and collapsed.

The same dam broke in Krad as he had seen break in Sato. Arms came
around Dark's waist as his other half allowed himself to let go, burying
his face in Dark�s shoulder. Dark held the shaking body close, felt the
hot tears, the way Krad was grasping his shirt almost desperately, and
he murmured soothing words, running his hands over the trembling back as
all the despair and anger and finally hatred born out of rejection and
abhorrence and abuse of Krad slowly dissolved, until the body in his armsowlyowly grew limp.

Dark closed his own eyes, as some tears escaped him as well and
shifted into a more comfortable position. He opened his mind instead, accepted
the memories that were part of him as well. He was Krad's other half, was
part of him, and he would share this with him. It was painful to see it
all, be unable to help, and it was even more painful to understand the
consequences. Hatred toward the Hikari rose, but it was quickly squelched.
They hadn't understood. No one had, except for the first host.

Close to three hundred years and I don�t know you at all, he mused
as he held the white-clad figure in his arms, feeling the tremors course
through the slender form.

Krad clung to him like a child, no longer caring that it was his former
enemy he was showing this weakness to. Not that Dark cared. He had learned
a lot about the other ever since they had come to be together again, and
now that he was back with Daisuke. Knowing about the abuse was one thing,
but actually living through the memories, seeing and feeling it in a detached
sort of way...

He stroked tenderly over the blond head, felt the silent tears that
ran down the handsome face while Krad refused to make a sound. His hands
were clawed into the kaitou�s clothing and Dark had folded his wings over
the miserable, suffering man. Now and then he made little noises of comfort.

Never in his wildest dreams had he ever believed that this was the
reason for Krad�s behavior, his hatred, his actions... Then Krad had told
him about the past, and it had been like a slap into the face.

After a while Krad quieted down, sniffling a little, but he didn�t
let go of his security. Dark was content to hold him, feel him relax, and
he didn�t stop his caresses. Not even when it was clear that the demon
had slipped off into sleep.
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