Rakuen

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Rakuen

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Summary: Sharing a body with a psychopathic blond can be a bit of a hassle...

Disclaimer: I don't own D.N.Angel. I don't have a thing to do with it. If I did... I might be on a better computer right now. -.-'

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Locks of pale azure, the same color of those hardened baby blue eyes fell across Satoshi's face as he rolled over onto his side. His bed, what should be a safe haven for any fourteen year old, was just like every other sanctuary he should have had; not safe at all. Not secluded at all. Wherever he went, he was never alone. In his mind was a certain darkness, parading around with blond hair and white robes.

Krad.

Krad was always there. Satoshi could never escape it. He shut his eyes at the very thought. No privacy at all. Krad was the reason for Satoshi's isolation; his misery. Born with the curse of the Hikari's, Satoshi carried his burden alone. Alone in the body he shared with that homicidal freak who called himself an Angel.

You shouldn't think so much, Master Satoshi, rung a very familiar voice. That voice... soft and almost angelic, but laced; tainted with venom and darkness.

Satoshi curled up in the slightest. "Leave me alone, Krad," he barked.

Why? Krad chimed ever-so-sweetly in the walls of Satoshi's mind. You know I can never actually leave you alone, Master Satoshi.

The way he feigned respect for his tamer... It made Satoshi want to tear those godforsaken wings right off of the blond's back. And he couldn't even see him. "I said, leave me alone!" he repeated. It would have been a plea, had his voice not been so loud.

Shh. Master Satoshi, Krad purred. Satoshi could almost feel Krad's breath on his ear. You know I'm the only one who cares for you. Why would I ever leave you alone?

Almost as if it would've helped, Satoshi bolted up into a sitting position and whipped his pillow at the wall. Afterward, Krad was chuckling like the menace he was, and it made Satoshi seeth like there was no tomorrow.

Come on, now! Krad laughed. That's not going to solve anything. Just let me in for once, and I'll play nicely.

"Tch," the teenager scoffed as he hugged his knees closer to his chest. From behind his glasses, he glared at the wall nearby. "You never play nice."

True. Krad clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. But I'd be willing to be nice if you are. Just this once.

"How do you expect me to be nice to you," Satoshi asked matter-of-factly, "if you're being so damn annoying?"

Krad chuckled. Each dark laugh bounced off the walls of the teen's skull and made him shudder. Even when he didn't put any effort into it, Krad's laugh was bone-chilling. It sent a shiver right up Satoshi's spine and made him wish to all points of Heaven and Hell that he wasn't born a Hikari.

You're just too cute, Master Satoshi, Krad cooed sweetly. Why, if I had my own body, I just might be tempted to take advantage of that.

Satoshi huffed. "Like I'd ever let that happen."

Awh. Don't tell me I'm that repulsive.

Blue eyes rolled in mild annoyance. Satoshi dropped back into the corner of his bed where the two corners of his wall met. "Leave me alone, Krad. I'm not in the mood to deal with you."

Oh? Then what are you in the mood for? Krad's tone was almost... expectant. It made Satoshi's eyebrow curve.

"I want you to leave. Me. Alone. I want to be alone."

You're alone too often... And I'm up for a little fun.

"Find your fun elsewhere," Satoshi snapped. He knew that was an outlandish thing to say, considering the fact that Krad had no way of doing such a thing, but it was the first thing that came out of his mouth, so he couldn't have taken it back anyway.

Krad's dark chuckle rang in again. But I want to have fun with you... Master Satoshi.

"Stop calling me that." Satoshi groaned and planted both hands to the side of his head. Something was stirring within him and he wasn't exactly sure on what it was. "You don't have any respect for me. So don't call me that."

Mm, respect is a bit out there for me. I do, however, have a few instincts that I can't ignore at the moment.

"Such as?"

Krad's only response was an "Mm" that just spelled trouble.

Satoshi's arm began to move, though he hadn't been the one to command his nervous system.

"What..."

You need to unwind, Krad declared.

With no control over his actions, Satoshi's long, pale fingers found the buttons of his shirt and went to work.

"What the-?! Krad! Knock it off!"

Catching on, are we?

Satoshi fought tooth and nail to gain control over the movement of his hand, and the one that had joined it. He only managed a budge of motion here and there, and the rest was all involuntary. Before he knew it, the shirt of his school uniform was gone and tossed away.

"Stop it!" Satoshi demanded, his body going rigid as he desperately wrestled with himself to get the reigns back. Krad was laughing even more now.

Damn bastard is enjoying this! Satoshi shouted only in his mind.

You're damn right I am, Krad responded. Naturally, he could read Satoshi's every thought. Nothing went by the brilliant teenager's mind without going through Krad a mere second afterward. That was his downfall so many times.

Stop fighting it. Just enjoy it. For a boy so beautiful, your libido is so deprived.

The reason for that might have been Krad himself. Satoshi wasn't about to go fulfilling the desires testosterone brought around if there was going to be a psychotic winged thing watching his every move.

"Shut up..."

Losing the battle altogether, save for his consciousness, Satoshi soon found himself on his back. His own hands were running so slowly down his front, tickling and teasing every inch of flesh they came across. There were so many sensations coming with every lewd touch and every one was new to the teenager. He'd never given into the pleasures of the flesh, even if it was by his own hand. It was all too overwhelming. He tightly shut his eyes.

"Krad..."

Don't be calling my name yet, Krad chided. The best is yet to come.

Before long, Satoshi's nimble fingers were picking at the fly of his black pants. Every inch of muscle he had control over froze in shock as he realized that Krad wasn't just teasing him anymore. No, the homicidal angel had taken over exactly half of Satoshi's being; the physical part, whereas Satoshi's mind was still conscious. The teen was helpless to what Krad had in store for his young body.

"Ngh..."

A blush came across Satoshi's otherwise pale features as he was rid of the material covering his legs. He unwillingly kicked them away.

Ugh. You had to wear these things? the voice in his mind teased him as Satoshi's fingers moved to pluck the hem of his boxer briefs. They're Hell to get off.

Indeed, they were. They clung tightly to Satoshi's lean body.

As he worked on pulling them off, Krad barked, Open your eyes. I want to see this.

"No..." Satoshi fought back, willing his eyelids to stay shut.

I said... Open your eyes. It wasn't a request anymore. Without warning, Satoshi's eyes were revealed again and the orbs of blue were transfixed on his now naked body. Even Krad couldn't control the shade of red that spread across his face.

Well, well, Krad murmured in a voice that seemed so dangerously close to his tamer's ear. You are a beautiful boy, aren't you?

Krad's question was rhetorical. Even if he'd wanted a response, Satoshi bit his lip to keep his silence. Though, he found it harder and harder to do as one hand strayed up to his chest and his fingers began circling a soft, pink nipple.

You're already hard here.

Krad emphasized his words by forcing Satoshi's index finger and thumb to clamp down onto his nipple. The teenager was helpless to prevent the moan that jumped from his throat. The dark chuckle fueled by Krad's amusement was soon to follow.

Good boy.

With one hand hard at work teasing each rosebud in turn, the other was magnetized lower, beyond Satoshi's belt. Fingers brushed through the light curls of hair that resided there, before focusing on Krad's main target.

Now…

Slim digits ran up and down the semi-erect shaft, tantalizingly caressing the skin to full attention. Satoshi's canines found his tongue and bit down hard to keep himself quiet. Still, he was forced to look on with hazy blue eyes as his fingers circled his length and began to stroke more fluidly.

"K- Krad..." Satoshi failed to silence himself.

There... Don't tell me it doesn't feel good, Krad purred into his ear. Already, Satoshi's breathing was deepening and it amused Krad all the more. In the walls of Satoshi's mind, Krad was smirking in triumph. He had such control over this innocent teenager and it gave him the drive to do more; want more. Oh, if only he had his own body...

"S- Stop it... Right now..." Satoshi's voice was hushed; strangled and somewhat pleading. He was being humiliated to say the least, and he couldn't have done a thing about it with Krad behind the wheel.

But if I stopped now, Krad reminded him, you'd be in a bit of a predicament. You're turned on already. Would you really want me to just leave you here with a hard-on because you're a little embarrassed?

Blue eyes froze in place. Krad did have a point. But then again, Satoshi had his pride to think about. He wouldn't let Krad think he'd won. Yet again, he found himself in a mental battle to gain control of himself again. Even so, as the motions of his hand increased, he began to pant and whimper in repetition, instinctively craving so much more.

Maybe taking over your body completely isn't the best idea in the world, Krad muttered in mock contemplation. Harder, he began to force Satoshi to pleasure himself, and he slowly managed to push the young male over onto his front, propped up on his knees in such a position that he blushed once again.

Maybe... I'll take over someone else. Maybe Little Daisuke. Yes, that's what I'll do…

Satoshi's eyes widened.

I'll destroy Dark, and then take over Little Daisuke's body. Then I'll make you mine. You'll be mine forever, Master Satoshi.

Satoshi had no earthly idea of whether or not Krad could actually perform such an act. Maybe it was possible... Maybe Krad could actually possess someone else. Then he would no longer be an entity... but a physical being. And then... Satoshi would truly be tormented by the psychopath.

Before he could've put much more thought into it, Satoshi found his hand; one not occupied with the fluid stroking of his length, running up his front. Two fingers beckoned his lips to open and promptly slid inside, where it was circled by a warm, wet tongue.

Yes, I can just see it now... You'd have your own life, Satoshi. Your own body. Your own mind. And I... will finally be free of these chains. Then it'll be me doing this to you. Krad's voice grew more heated by the moment. More sensual. More provocative.

Satoshi was through trying to bite back the moans and whimpers of pleasure from behind the fingers he was suckling. Something about being possessed physically frightened him. And yet, in his state of pure arousal, it was so alluring. Whether it was hormones or not, he found himself wanting Krad. He wanted more of this pleasurable touch. But he would never let Krad know that.

Slowly, the digits left his mouth and moved back. The wet fingers slipped over and around his backside until they caressed his entrance in a tease. Immediately, Satoshi caught on to what Krad was trying to do and he stared off to his sheets in disbelief and defiance.

"No... No, don't...!"

Touching you. Tasting you.

Satoshi's breath violently hitched as his fingers unexpectedly pushed into his tight entrance. Immediately, he let out a cry of pain.

Being inside you…

Before he was even ready for it, his fingers were probing deeper and deeper, thrusting in and out in time with the manner his opposing hand worked his length. His eyes screwed shut and he buried his face into a pillow, biting into the cloth and panting like a dog in heat. He fought desperately not to whimper in pain and need. Satoshi's moans were coming in more frequently now. He knew that Krad was winning. Satoshi's will was no match for hormones and instinct.

Don't act like you don't like it, Krad coached him seductively. You know it feels good. One day, it'll be me, Master Satoshi…

Protesting to the max, despite the fact that his body was actually beginning to like the sensual movements, Satoshi shook his head. "No..."

Yes.

"I won't... Ngh... Oh, God, Krad..."

Krad was grinning ear to ear, and Satoshi couldn't even see it. But he knew. Oh, he knew. It was only too obvious that Krad was enjoying every moment.

I love making you squirm. Say my name again.

"... No..."

The moment he argued, Krad pushed him harder. A third finger slipped into Satoshi's virgin depths and he pumped faster, more fervently as his length, dripping with pre-come ached for release. Every moment Krad forced this act upon him, Satoshi's body craved more and more, and his groans of ecstasy were proof of it. Whether or not it was of his own will anymore, the teenager needed completion more than anything, and it pained him to admit it, even if it was only to himself.

Say it. Say my name, Satoshi. Scream it. Scream my name for me.

"I... No..."

The motions placed upon him were more violent now. Krad was growing impatient for what he wanted to hear and Satoshi knew it only too well. Writhing and bucking into both of his hands, Satoshi repeatedly cried out in pleasure and shame. His eyes had closed so tightly that tears threatened to break free of their ducts. The muscles in his face were aching as the muscles in his rear compacted. He was close and he knew it. He had one shred of dignity left and Krad was about to take that away.

Say my name!

It was too much. It was all too much. Krad's power over him was incomparable and Satoshi was all but helpless to it. Fingers thrust in and out of him and a talented hand pumped his length like no tomorrow. His toes curled and every nerve was wired. He couldn't have helped it if he tried. His blue eyes, glazed with lust flipped open and he threw his head back in one solid cry to signal his climax.

"Krad!!!"

That was all it took to throw Satoshi over the edge. With surges running up his back in waves, he convulsed; he tightened like no tomorrow as his first-ever orgasm took hold. His hips jutted into his hand and pearly-white fluid coated his hand and a small faction of his once-neat bedspread. Sweat lined his brow and shame fogged his mind.

Everything went blank. Everything except the smooth, liquid purr of Krad's voice.

You're mine…

Satoshi found his body was once more under his control. He found this out once the magnetic hold he had since been under disappeared completely, and he heavily collapsed onto his bed, gasping for air. His heart thrummed uncontrollably as he pulled both hands away from his body.

Blue eyes were now glassy.

The only thing Hikari Satoshi heard before the black came to take him was Krad; the maniacal sound of his chuckle, that sickening melodious pitch... that menacing laugh haunted him as he fell unconscious.