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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
- 7
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- 9
Satoshi had been the first to wake, as usual. Even after the stress
and exhaustion of the last hours, the fight and the pain, his mind seemed
to insist on waking first before everyone else in the house. So he dressed,
bound back his hair and quietly made his way downstairs into the kitchen
after checking that Daisuke was still sleeping comfortably. There he made
himself a coffee. Settling down in the living room, looking out into the
dawn light, he thoughtfully sipped at the hot liquid.
Part of him was still shell-shocked as to what Daisuke had done. Another
part was furious. Satoshi gazed at the innocent little ring he was still
carrying with him. It was a work of art, powerful and old, and he was looking
at the real thing, the original. It had been in his stepfather's possession,
as well as a fake, and while the original was supposedly the most powerful
of all, even the copies held that magic.
Daisuke had known. Of course he had. They had fought with the rings
before, back when they had been forced to be opponents, enemies. Rutile
drew out the power within. In Satoshi's case it had meant Krad, who had
used the ring to gain the upper hand for a while. The boy Satoshi had fought
him back in the end, without knowing how he had overpowered this strong
magic, and Dark had stolen the real Rutile.
But the ring also had another power. It deflected harm from the bearers.
Kosuke had worn a copy, taking the beating and the pain Dark had received,
transferring it to his own body. Now Daisuke had copied his father's move
and done the same for Satoshi.
"You fool," Satoshi whispered, clenching his hand around the silvery
ring.
The scars of the abuse were visible on the small piece of jewelry, testament
to the vicious forces at work.
"Love turns us into fools," a quiet voice startled him.
Satoshi turned his head and discovered Kosuke, carrying a mug of coffee,
dressed in sweats. He smiled slightly and settled down in the couch chair
next to Satoshi.
"I did the same for my son, Satoshi. I love him dearly. He's my only
child. I'm not a Niwa, I only took my wife's name to uphold the line. Imagining
my beloved child going through such pain was too much to bear, so I decided
to be of assistance in the only way I could. My blood ties into the Niwa
line, but it's not enough to help Daisuke, except when I use magic. So
I did."
Satoshi frowned. "He didn't have to do this!" he insisted.
"He loves you, Satoshi. It's that simple. Daisuke would do anything
for you."
But I don't want that! he thought desperately. He got hurt enough as
a child because I couldn't control the demon inside me. How many injuries
did I inflict aside from the obvious? I know I hurt him more than he would
ever tell me.
A shiver raced through Satoshi and old fears and forgotten horrors came
back. They were lovers, partners, but their shared past was full of pain.
Children shouldn't go through that!
A warm hand settled on his shoulder and the chocolate brown eyes of
Kosuke, so very much like Daisuke's, drew Satoshi in.
"You were children, Satoshi," Niwa said as if reading his thoughts.
"You were thrown into a world that demanded so much and gave you so little.
You had to grow up too fast. You more than Daisuke. What happened back
then shaped the future and I daresay your future."
He cupped Satoshi's pale face, smiling gently.
"Daisuke is a very strong personality. He loves with that strength,
he lives with that strength, and you can rely on it. He loves you and he
wants to protect you, Satoshi. Rutile was his way of expressing that love.
I know how it feels, I know how helplessness feels when there is nothing
you can do but sit and wait. Accept his love, Satoshi."
"I do," he managed, feeling emotions well up inside him. "But I don't
want him to get hurt because of me..." he blurted. "Not again..."
Kosuke nodded. "No one wants that. But you can't prevent it. Don't blame
yourself. What you and Daisuke have is beautiful, born out of a horror
and pain that shouldn't have been your burden as children � or ever. Both
of you were forced to live a life that was dictated by your blood. You
broke free of that."
Satoshi closed his eyes, feeling the lump rise in his throat. Kosuke's
touch was reassuring, gentle... fatherly. He let the older man comfort
him, his hands clenched around the scarred ring as he tried to fight the
old memories. Everything was blurring together, the past and the present.
He didn't know why he felt as he did right now any more. Because of what
had occurred just a mere day ago? Because of the old fear and guilt?
"Talk to Daisuke," Kosuke whispered, his arms now firmly around the
slender young man. "You love him just as he loves you. You would do the
same for him, hm?"
The last was delivered with a little smile.
Satoshi sighed deeply. Of course he would. "Yes," he whispered.
Kosuke smiled more, not saying a word.
Satoshi sat back and inhaled deeply, trying to center himself. He felt
Krad within him, holding back, watching without interfering. The demon
had been drawn to his host's distress, but he didn't come closer. Satoshi
shot Kosuke a brief, grateful look and Niwa nodded, rising fluidly. He
took his mug of now cold coffee and as quietly as he had come he left again.
That man, Satoshi thought, was really something. He again saw where
Daisuke had a lot of his traits from. Niwa Kosuke wasn't someone to be
underestimated. He might not be a Niwa by birth and blood, but he had the
strength and inner power this family harbored.
After a while, Satoshi rose as well and walked back upstairs into Daisuke's
room, the room that had been turned from a child's room into a guest room
meant for Daisuke and his partner when they visited and stayed over night.
His lover was still sleeping and Satoshi found himself smiling tenderly.
Whizz was curled up on the pillow next to him, large red eyes looking at
Hikari as he now came in.
"Kyu," he said softly.
Satoshi gave the little familiar a smile. He sat down at the edge of
the mattress and touched the unruly, dark hair.
Daisuke made a sleepy sound, wincing as he moved because of his injuries,
and Satoshi drew back his hand. Brown eyes cracked open.
"Don't," Daisuke murmured.
Satoshi sighed and couldn't but follow the plea. He had always been
a sucker for the puppy eyes. His lover had great power with that look,
especially over him.
"I didn't mean to wake you."
"Didn't. The ribs and bruises did that." Daisuke smiled a little, leaning
into Satoshi's continued touches.
"Medication is right here."
Two pills and some water later, Daisuke lay on the mattress, trying
to find a comfortable spot without achieving it. Satoshi knew how broken
ribs felt. Dark had broken Krad's, well, Satoshi's, in a fight a long time
ago. Well, Krad had stabbed him in return.
"Take it easy," he murmured soothingly, interlacing their fingers.
Daisuke's still so exhausted eyes held a smile. He was slipping off
into sleep again and Satoshi just waited until the expressive eyes slid
closed. He stayed with his lover for a while longer, then went downstairs
again. Whizz remained with his friend, nuzzling close, dozing, guarding
him.

The usual morning noise was coming from the kitchen. The rest of the
Niwa household was waking up. Satoshi got himself a fresh coffee and smiled
at Emiko as she bustled around the kitchen. Her face was slightly drawn
and she had apparently slept as little as everyone, but there was life
in her eyes. Her son was alive, as was Dark.
Satoshi repeated that over and over again. They were alive.
° ° °
Satoshi sat down on the bed, looking into the warm brown eyes, took
in the slightly pain-etched smile on Daisuke's lips. He opened his fist
and held out the scarred ring to his lover, who gazed at it with a guarded
expression. Shaky fingers took the Rutile, running over the scars.
"You didn't have to do that," Satoshi said softly.
Daisuke sank back against the pillow, wincing a little as broken ribs
protested. "It was all I could do, Sato. I felt so helpless."
He took the hand holding the ring and closed it over the ancient artifact.
Interlacing their fingers, he held on, feeling the metal spikes dig into
his skin.
"I love you, Niwa Daisuke."
Daisuke's eyes seemed to light up, as always when Satoshi said those
words out loud, and Satoshi wondered about the effect. He was actually
amazed.
"Thank you," he added and rested his forehead against the injured man's.
Daisuke's free hand came up and cupped his neck, rubbing soothing fingers
over it. Lips met in almost chaste kisses, warm contact, loving and tender.
° ° °
It took Daisuke some time to get back to the U, wearing supporting bandages
and with a very limited mobility. Dark was with him the whole time, refusing
to separate. He was back to his old self, his wounds healed, though his
psyche needed some more help. The fear of Hel was still palpable, even
more than after the first abduction. This time she had gone all the way,
had torn him apart � literally � and that needed mending. Being with his
host was the best way to overcome most of the obstacles, and while Krad
supported him, too, Daisuke was the primary factor.
When Dark did finally leave his host's mending body, it had been over
a week since the abduction. He was himself, he looked like himself, and
he behaved like himself. Daisuke kept a very close eye on him, but things
were calming.
They needed calm. They needed a break. And they needed peace.
° ° °
Krad carefully wrapped his arms around the slender body of his lover.
Dark had touched him since they had freed him from Hel, had allowed him
to touch him in return, they had snuggled together and Krad had held him,
stroking him until the kaitou had fallen asleep. They hadn't really been
together, and Krad knew he would have to wait for Dark to call the shot.
But something was off and Krad hadn't much more than a faint idea what
it could be. The way he had found his lover, tormented and broken � literally
� it had been a traumatic event, and it was eating at his lover.
The kaitou had been silent and withdrawn since he had come back from
the art's realm and Krad knew better than to push his lover. Dark's injuries
had been serious and he had been in a lot of pain afterwards, and since
Daisuke hadn't been much better, both host and demon needed time. Dark
wasn't talking about it, and Krad respected his lover's wish, although
there were two souls warring in him � one that of a man who fully understood
the need to keep silent and the wish to simply forget, the other the one
of the lover who couldn't stand to see his loved one suffer, who would
do anything to make the pain go away.
So he just waited, and when Dark had started to spend his time outside
his host again, Krad had been glad. He had missed his energetic, laughing,
joyful lover dearly, even if he couldn't really admit it, even to himself.
Dark snuggled back against him, into his arms, sighing softy, and the
demon grew bolder. He knew what that sigh meant, had heard in often enough
in the past. Stroking slowly over the flat abdomen he placed a gentle kiss
on his lover's neck, feeling Dark tilt his head to grant him further access.
Krad took the silent invitation, tasting his lover's skin all over again,
as careful as if it were his first time. Dark made a soft sound and turned
in his arms, bringing their lips together, and Krad could have jumped in
joy. Slipping his hand under the shirt he let it rest on his lover's chest,
just wanting to feel Dark's skin, his warmth, but Dark made a soft little
sound again, shifting, deepening the kiss. Fingers were ghosting over his
own skin, and Krad barely suppressed a moan.
Clothes were shed slowly, sensually revealing skin that was kissed,
stroked, worshipped. Krad took in the flushed features of his lover, the
heavier breathing, and he carded his hands into the long, black hair, watching
it slide between his fingers.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered as he nuzzled the slender throat.
Dark whimpered.
Sliding his fingers between his lover's legs Krad increased his attention
toward the peaking nipples, enjoying to hear Dark moan and arch. Carefully
teasing Krad slid his fingers deeper � and Dark froze.
From one moment to the next the mood was broken, shattering like expensive
China on the floor. The demon heard Dark sharply suck in a lungful of air,
and the slender body beside him had gone totally rigid.
"Dark? You okay?"
There was a tremor running through the lithe form. "Y-yes, just... I
don't want to tonight, okay? Could you... maybe just..."
The words tapered off and Krad's golden eyes tried to catch their violet
counterpart, but Dark didn't look at him.
"Sure," he finally whispered.
Krad just used his fingers and tongue, stroking his lover until he felt
Dark relax against him again, heard him moan again and finally cry out
with the force of his completion, taking him with him.
Afterwards Dark lay in his arms, snuggled close, dozing off and finally
completely asleep. Trusting into Krad to keep them safe. Trusting him so
much... until that moment he had touched him intimately... deeply...
Krad gazed at the smooth features.
Something had happened between the moment of the abduction and Dark's
rescue. Something... something Hel had done. Something bad. Something that
had changed Dark.
Something he hadn't talked about yet.
His worry grew.

tbc...
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