Raitou to Kaitou

Author's Note:

I was just grasping at straws here. I know there's probably no way for what happens in the following oneshot to happen, but...

Hey, a fan-boy can dream, can't he? :P

[[ Lyrics by Daughtry ]]


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Shadows fill an empty heart,
As love is fading
From all the things that we are,
But are not saying.

Can we see beyond the scars,
And make it to the dawn?

Change the colors of the sky,
And open up to,
The ways you made me feel alive.
The ways I loved you.

For all the things that never died,
To make it through the night, love will find you.


~*~


What are you doing?! Get up! Get up, Dark!

Daisuke yelled repeatedly in the empty crevasse of Dark’s mind, but the violet-haired phantom thief couldn’t budge. All sense of self, all sense of dignity and self-respect went down the drain. Every ounce of his strength had seeped from his pores, leaving him barren, and very helpless.

How long had he been here? Lying here on the ground like a dying animal, his hands clenching his stomach, with his blond other half standing over him with that insufferable grin on his face?

Dark had no idea. Time just wasn’t one of those very important factors. The only thing he could concentrate on was the agonizing pain in his stomach, the way he wanted to vomit but wouldn’t¾or couldn’t. He wasn’t sure what was more sickening; the fact that his stomach was on a figurative roller coaster, or the fact that he was actually displaying this pain for all the world to see.

For Krad to see.

Dark! Please, please get up, Dark…

… I can’t…

“Having some trouble there, Dark Mousy?” Krad spat the nickname at his other half like a spitting cobra spat venom; harshly, and with the intent to kill.

He’s making a complete fool out of me… In front of the Harada’s to top it off…!

Then get up! Come on, I know you can!

Daisuke really did push it sometimes.

Krad knelt down to Dark’s level, grabbing a fistful of purple hair and yanking with the vehemence of a tiger stripping the unfortunate zebra of its black and white streaked hide. Only this zebra wasn’t dead yet, and it was being tormented with the sight of its own pelt, its own blood, its own shame.

“You’re really pathetic sometimes, Dark Mousy,” Krad murmured in a tone that Dark could have sworn was disappointment.

“Shove it…”

“Just tell me where.”

Krad grinned, and Dark’s stomach lurched.

How did we get here? How in the Hell did we get here?!

“Krad…”

Doubling over seemed like a very good idea at the moment, but Dark simply couldn’t - the hand entangled in his amethyst hair prevented it. He remembered a time when that hand would touch him without vehemence, without anger, without the means to tear it out by the roots and no matter if the scalp came with it. He remembered a time when those golden eyes were filled with so much more than hate.

No-one else did.

No-one else knew.

And no-one else ever would.

Somehow or another, Dark had managed to keep this part of his history secret from his current host’s body. He wasn’t sure how. He was almost afraid that if he did know how, his luck would run out. Best not to push the envelope that far out, Dark supposed.

Risa squeaked something from the sidelines, but Dark couldn’t hear it.

Oh, great. Now his hearing was starting to go, too? It wasn’t bad enough that his eyesight was so blurry with fatigue and blood loss, now he couldn’t hear, either. Couldn’t move, couldn’t see, and couldn’t hear. He couldn’t even hear Daisuke screaming inside of his head anymore.

How…

“How… Ngh… Krad…”

Something shifted in Krad, then. Dark didn’t have to see or hear it to know. He and Krad had that much of a connection left, at least. Dark could simply sense it. But what was it? His sense of deciphering had gone out the window, too, he supposed.

Goddamn the luck, anyhow.

Dark fell on his hands, his elbows buckled and threatened to give way to leave him quite literally hanging just above the ground by means of Krad’s gripping hand.

Dark blamed himself for this whole mess. Had he not been so careless with his surroundings when he took to flying that night, he would have seen Krad coming from a mile away. He would have seen that dangerous white feather charging toward him at speeds only rivaled by a .22 bullet. Had he been more careful, he wouldn’t have fallen to the ground like a bird in hunting season, slamming into the ground with enough force to leave behind a small crater.

Had he been more careful, he wouldn’t be humiliating both himself and Daisuke with this pathetic little display.

But how had the Harada girls figured in?

Oh, yes. He crashed right into their plot of land. Lovely. Just lovely.

“You’re more trouble than you’re worth,” Krad said. Releasing his vise-grip on Dark’s wild hair, the thief fell against the grass with a thud, right back into that same crater he had created upon his impact with the earth not twenty minutes before.

Ebony wings flickered, twitched, attempted to put enough force behind a half-decent flutter to get him standing again.

No such luck.

Dark heard the faint sound of Daisuke’s voice beckoning him to get up, to get up, to get up…

No such luck there, either.

If he’s gonna kill us, Dark told Daisuke, I wish he’d just kill us already…

“What am I going to do with you, Dark?”

The vermin-inspired nickname did not surface from Krad’s thin lips.

Dark was grateful for that.

“You’ve been such a thorn in my side. For years and years, now.”

Dark attempted to speak. A hollow breath was the only thing to leave his mouth.

“As if I didn’t have enough of a chore taking care of Master Satoshi, I have to baby-sit you, as well.”

Krad sighed, rueful. He perched upon a rock just a yard or two away from his fallen other half, but Dark didn’t see. As far as Dark was considered, Krad was still standing over him, with the killing gleam in his eye, with a hand ready to strike and be done with it.

“Dark, Dark, Dark…”

“… You gonna… ramble like that all night…?” Dark asked, weakness evident in his cracking voice.

Violet eyes didn’t have to open to know that Krad was smiling again.

Damn sadist. He always got off on this. Given, Dark wasn’t much of a saint, himself. Back in the day, he dabbled in S&M, BDSM, whatever they called it these days. Not the hardcore stuff that entailed blood and screams to rival Marilyn Manson, but he wasn’t opposed to some ropes, chains and leather.

Krad, however, had always been the sort to dip into the forbidden realm of hardcore desire. Pain was not only a lifestyle for this demented angel, it was one of his only turn-on’s.

And if that’s not the case, let me be struck down now.

Daisuke, trapped in a one-sided mirror, had no clue as to what Dark was talking - or thinking, in this case - about.

The smile on Krad’s lips faded. He sighed instead. From what Dark could tell, he was contemplating. Nevertheless, Dark had absolutely no time to figure out just what he was contemplating. Unconsciousness claimed him too quickly.

~*~

The next thing Dark felt was a strand of fine hair grazing his cheek. Someone moved above him, maybe walking around him, and their hair brushed against his skin in the process.

Dark immediately bolted upright from his laying position, almost knocking right into Krad in the process.

Krad only grinned.

Dark went to speak, but words shortly failed him.

The blinding white around the two ethereal beings suddenly clouded Dark’s sense of self.

Where was he?

Where were they?

Krad seemed to know just what was on the mind of his other half.

“Master Satoshi’s mind,” Krad told Dark as though it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Hiwatari?” Dark questioned, disoriented.

Krad chuckled. “I couldn’t very well follow you into Little Niwa’s mind, now could I?” Krad chided the thief with a momentary shake of his head. Striking blond hair, as gold as the sky was blue, as fine and oddly fragrant as a spring wildflower.

Dark rubbed at his head, expecting to find an ache there from when he had collided with the earth, but no such pain greeted him.

“Why?”

The stark white of nothingness encompassed their forms, slowly, very slowly beginning to materialize into something more familiar. Krad’s doing, naturally.

“Because.”

Krad paused, concentrated, then brought to life a picture that Dark was sure to remember.

When the white and black angels had been one true being, they shared this space. The place took the shape of a house, a normal, mortal house. Wall-to-wall white with the occasional speckle of black, the only true colors that graced this surreal ‘home’ were the shades adorning the angels’ own selves; the purple of Dark’s gaze and his hair, the gold of Krad’s unyielding eyes and mane.

It was in this place that Krad and Dark had spent most of their years, only one another for company inside a piece of artwork, entities without bodies of their own.

This, though, was but an illusion of the place that once had been, the object of Krad’s mind-bending capabilities. It was real enough, though, to spark nostalgia in the black-winged angel. Particularly the place in which they currently found themselves: The upstairs bedroom.

“Because,” Krad went on once their surroundings had stabilized, “if this were to go on in Daisuke’s mind, he would know everything we don’t want anyone to know.”

“Won’t Hiwatari know? This is his mind, after all.”

Krad grinned.

“He won’t remember a thing I don’t want him to.”

Ironic, Dark thought, how Krad could go from homicidal to almost considerate in what seemed like two seconds flat.

But, again, time amounted to exactly nothing at times like these.

“Why are you doing this?”

The look flashing across Krad’s eyes was one of - dare Dark think it? - hurt.

Krad said nothing, only moved away to the window looking out upon nothing but blinding white light. The coat he had discarded made it so much easier for him to fold his arms in a huff.

Dark almost smirked.

But he didn’t.

Finding that his legs worked marvelously well again, Dark stood from the bed in which he lay and stepped a few paces closer to his other half.

“Krad. Why have you brought me here?”

Krad closed his eyes and mulled that over for a little while. Dark waited out this short period with bated breath and a racing heart. Were Krad about to lie to him, Dark knew, it would have taken him not two seconds to come up with a response. Krad was just that good of a liar when he wanted to be. The truth is what came with great difficulty to the blond angel, hence his sudden deliberation.

That was what made Dark a little on the side of worried, but he dared not let it show.

“I thought it would be obvious. Dark Mousy.”

And there was that nickname again. That could only mean that Krad was agitated.

Dark’s proud brow furrowed.

“Should it be?” Dark snapped back with equaled poison in his voice. “One minute, you’re trying to kill me, the next you bring me here?”

Amethyst eyes narrowed. Gold ones flipped open and narrowed right back.

“Have you really forgotten, Dark M-” Krad bit his tongue and rephrased. “Have you really forgotten, Dark? This wasn’t supposed to go on forever. We weren’t supposed to be separated forever. I have no idea how things turned out so…”

Frustration stalled Krad’s speech, and he displayed his frustration with squinted eyes. When the word he had been searching for surfaced, it spilled not from his lips, but Dark’s.

“Horribly.” Dark looked away from his other half.

Krad sucked in a breath, and did not let it out right away.

“Krad…” Dark beckoned Krad’s attention.

A questioning glance from the blond angel was enough of an answer.

He had figured out what he wanted to say just a moment after he had called Krad’s name, but once those amber eyes connected with his own orbs of mauve, they disappeared. The look in Krad’s eyes was no longer one of potential homicide - the way it had been back on the surface. Nor was it one of hurt. - the way it had been when Dark questioned his motives. This gaze was more… mellow. And it stopped Dark’s very heartbeat.

Dark looked away again.

Krad scoffed. Krad, insensitive Krad, overzealous and easily offended Krad, moved away from the window, the portal with its blank picture consisting of a world existing only in Krad’s imagination, and headed for the door that would take him out to the surface.

“If you’re going to discard me that easily again, then there’s no need for me to be here.”

Blond hair fluttered behind the quickening footsteps of the white-winged angel as he made to leave, but a broad hand prevented him from getting anywhere in a hurry. Dark had grabbed his shoulder.

“Don’t…”

Dark’s amethyst eyes pleaded with Krad.

“Don’t what? Don’t go? What do you care, Dark Mousy?”

Dark growled and brought his other hand to Krad’s other shoulder and gave him a good shake.

“Don’t call me that. It’s degrading.”

“No. No, Dark Mousy. You know what’s degrading?” Krad made quick work of shoving Dark’s hands off and away from him.

“What’s degrading is having your own other half abandoning you and falling for some… some… some human girl. That’s what’s degrading.”

The venom was in Krad’s eyes again.

The vehemence in Dark’s eyes fell.

“What’s degrading is having your own other half abandoning you and fawning over some two-bit little slut who wouldn’t know her soul mate if he walked up to her and slapped her in the face.”

Krad refused to shout. But he didn’t have to. The hammering force behind his words were more than enough to chisel through Dark’s exterior and wound him to the core.

“Betrayal is degrading, Dark Mousy. Not a nickname.”

Gloved fingers flexed at Krad’s side, balling up into a half-made fist before they went lax again.

Krad’s unrelenting stare bored into violet eyes and dared him to counter that one.

Dark couldn’t.

“Krad…”

“Don’t even say my name,” snapped the blond angel with enough of a grit to sandpaper through steel.

“It may be our curse to walk through this world as rivals, Dark Mousy,” Krad murmured with a poisonous gaze and anger in his voice, “for one of us to be bound to the Hikari’s and one to the Niwa’s. It’s bad enough that we can never possess bodies of our own without an outlandish miracle that will probably never happen.

But,” Krad paused enough to gather the right words before he shot them right into Dark’s heart, “it’s even worse when the only thing to make you whole is the one thing that starts to kill you. That was never in the job description, Dark Mousy.”

“Krad, I didn’t-”

“Save your words,” Krad whispered, his voice husky, his rage toning down enough to allow for speech that didn’t threaten to break down the walls.

“They’re not important anymore.”

“If you’d only listen-”

Again, Dark was cut off at the pass.

“Why should I? Give me one reason, you good for nothing little-”

It was Dark’s turn. Only, instead of silencing Krad with words cold enough to counter Krad’s ice, Dark silenced him by taking hold of his stark white collar and yanking him over into a kiss. A kiss that would melt that ice. Melt that anger. And if it didn’t, he could at least say he went down with a fight.

Krad fought him at first, of course. That was expected. Gloved hands attempted to push away the owner of those forceful lips. Long legs stepped back, tried to gain distance.

But Dark was not to be dissuaded. For every step Krad took back, for every shove of those broad hands, Dark stepped forward and pushed harder. His hands went to Krad’s back, gripping tightly, ensuring his entrapment. Dark’s lips parted and his sinewy tongue laved Krad’s lips with a fervor that he had not felt in ages.

Krad always tasted this good. Dark remembered the essence he carried; his breath was warm and musky, his skin was obscenely soft and so inviting. More often than not, Krad had been the one to initiate these spiels of passionate interlocking - Dark would never admit that he was a bottom in bed when it came to other men - but now it was his turn to take control.

Krad only knew half of the story. He only knew half of the episode. He only knew half of the reasons for Dark’s actions.

And now he would know the rest.

It took a bit - a lot - of persuasion on Dark’s part, but Krad finally conceded. His hands went lax against Dark’s chest, he finally stepped closer, parting his lips, and welcoming in Dark’s wandering tongue.

Dark took the plunge without another thought. He dipped his tongue into the hidden sanctum that was purely Krad, indulging in the taste of him, savoring the unique essence of him. Ages, it had been so many long and lonely ages since last Krad had occupied his arms.

Never again.

When at last Dark pulled away, Krad was left breathless and free of words at last.

Finally, Dark seized his opportunity.

“You honestly think that I abandoned you, didn’t you?”

Krad said nothing, merely opened his eyes and stared directly to his other half.

“It was Daiki, Krad,” Dark told the blond still in his arms in a hushed tone, as though he was afraid of another being overhearing his words.

Krad’s raised eyebrow was enough incentive for Dark to continue.

“It was Daiki who wanted to be by her. Not me.”

“Daiki?”

Dark sighed.

“I did grow attached to the girl… But I didn’t love her, Krad. How could I?”

Silence befell the two as Krad looked away, obviously attempting to put all the little pieces of the puzzle together.

Dark spoke when next Krad looked his way.

“Daiki was still a kid, practically. And a damn shy one. Every time I visited Rika, Daiki was very much awake in my mind, and to him… it seemed like he was actually talking to her. I do admit being attached to her, because Daiki’s mind was my mind, too. And he did love her.”

Krad’s eyes narrowed, angry again, though Dark’s doting hand through the back of long blond hair smoothed that over.

“But I didn’t love her. I couldn’t love her.”

“She didn’t love Daiki, she loved you. So the curse didn’t lift.”

Dark nodded, morose, his gaze softening as he looked upon his other half.

“Damn it.”

Krad placed a hand against his forehead and moved away from Dark for the moment. He chuckled, albeit a little crazily, and shook his head.

“All these years for nothing, is that what you’re telling me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Hating you.” Krad scoffed to himself. “I really know how to botch a situation. I really, really do.”

Dark reached out, but pulled back. If he knew Krad, he knew Krad needed a little space until his normalcy set in again.

“No, Krad. Something like this was bound to happen.”

“I suppose…” Krad sighed. “The Niwa’s and the Hikari’s. Doesn’t it just figure that you and I would be at opposite ends of the playing field?”

Dark smiled a dry, rueful sort of smile.

“It does.”

“Master Satoshi,” Krad murmured while he stepped a little closer to Dark, then drew back, “he’s in love with Little Niwa.”

A roll of Dark’s eyes.

“Oh, now it really figures.”

Krad smirked.

“Dark… Simple-minded little Dark…”

The blond stepped closer and rapped the top of Dark’s skull.

“Still hollow-brained.”

Dark raised an eyebrow.

Krad leaned in and whispered to his other half, “A love of the opposite sex may rid the current generation of Hikari or Niwa of us. But you and I were in love long before their curse ever started…”

A look of bewilderment crossed Dark’s face and Krad grinned.

“If your host,” Krad elaborated, “and my host were to come together… If the bodies and minds of our hosts mirrored our own…”

“… We could exist…”

“On our own.”

“Without them.”

Krad chuckled. He took the dark entity into his arms and squeezed tight, leaning in close; dangerously close, tempting Dark to take another sample of what his lips had to offer.

Dark stared.

“You’ve been trying to push Hiwatari to Daisuke, haven’t you?”

In some sick, twisted little way, it made sense. Krad would make Satoshi feel threatened, so very threatened by his presence, try to take control of the boy, show him who was the boss. In the process, Krad would be installing a certain thought in Satoshi’s mind:

Niwa Daisuke.

He’s a good-looking boy.

Go after him.

If Satoshi were to stop fighting Krad and give in to it, give in to Daisuke, it could work. It just might… Dark and Krad had been in love far before some horrid curse. They were created to be together. They were destined to remain together. Surely, Fate would interject and aid them in their tribulation.

Surely, it would be this generation of hosts to break the curse.

“It took you long enough to figure it out,” said Krad with that wide grin of his.

“I’m on a slow day,” Dark murmured, his lips ghosting Krad’s as he lathered his hands into long blond strands of hair. “Mesmerized by your eyes.” He grinned to assert his playfulness.

Krad fisted hands into the back of Dark’s leather shirt, gripping and devising a way to remove it. “Tacky. But sweet.”

Just like me, they both thought as one, and they grinned with unabashed contentment.

That bond was strengthening again.

The blond pushed Dark up against himself and with a crane of his neck, he ensnared the thief in a kiss to put words to rest again.

They knew a lot was being put at risk here. Doing all of this in Hiwatari Satoshi’s mind. Satoshi was probably witnessing the entire episode with widened eyes and disbelief, but Dark didn’t care. Nor did Krad, it seemed. Too many years had gone by since they had took shelter in the other’s arms, too many years of bloody battles and feigned hatred. It left them weak.

It left them weak…

It wasn’t long ago that Krad had approached Dark with the killing gleam in his eyes. Dark knew Krad was more than capable of it, too. Krad would have killed him, and then, he himself would have perished. Yin could not exist without Yang; Krad could not exist without Dark.

Despite that, there they were, lips meshed with ardent passion, one’s body responding to the other in perfect synchronization. Krad knew just where to touch to elicit a strangled moan from his counterpart.

Dark really had missed that feather-gentle touch.

As sadistic as Krad was, it was easily set on the back burner for Dark. It had always been that way. No-one would ever know how versatile Krad really was.

Only Dark.

Only Dark ever would.

When at last their kiss was broken, Krad backed his other half further into the bedroom until the backs of Dark’s knees collided with the stark white mattress. Only then did Krad put gloved hands to Dark’s sculpted stomach, making quick work of removing his black shirt. Dark followed suit; stripping Krad of the elaborate shirt he wore, the white, white, white material with its gold hems.

Dark’s worshipping hand trailed down Krad’s muscled front.

Krad made to push Dark onto the sheets, but Dark stopped him.

“Hold it.”

Krad raised his eyebrow.

Dark grinned.

“Gloves. Lose ‘em.”

Krad groaned.

“Picky, picky…”

Bringing his left hand into his right, Krad went to yank away the material, but Dark intercepted his action.

Dark laid his hand beneath Krad’s concealed one, curling his index finger and hooking it into the hem of the pure white material. Krad watched, his eyes hungry, as Dark turned the simple act of glove-shedding into something more sensual.

Dipping his head down, Dark pecked his lips against Krad’s knuckles, eliciting a purr. Pleased, he slowly began to peel away the white cloth, presenting each inch of skin with a soft, tender kiss. Once the glove itself had been done away with, Dark went about kissing the tips of Krad’s fingers.

Krad - as Dark had known he would - bit back a moan.

Smirking, Dark dropped Krad’s hand to his side and repeated his actions on the other. Once the first glove’s mate found its way to the floor, Dark cradled Krad’s palm in the curves of bent fingers and kissed down petal-soft knuckles until he reached the tips of slender fingers. Dark parted his lips and slid his snake of a tongue to the pad of Krad’s index finger, licking gently.

“Dark…” Krad murmured the name of his counterpart - his other half and soon to be his lover once again.

Talented lips suckled lightly on the end of Krad’s slim digit. Dark teased the skin with his teeth, and when he brought it further into his mouth, delivered a playful little nip.

Krad moaned.

Those gorgeous fingers had always been a weak spot of Krad’s, and Dark was so glad he remembered.

Through Dark’s playful torture upon Krad’s long fingers, the blond entity inched Dark down onto the bed sheets, asserting his dominance, pinning Dark down.

Long blond hair moved across Dark’s shoulder as Krad lowered his head, craning down far enough to lay his lips against Dark’s elegant neck.

It was Dark’s turn to moan.

Krad grinned, a menacing look in his eye, the look of a child who had just stolen a cookie right before dinnertime against his mother’s direct instructions to stay away from the jar.

“I remember your weak spots, too, koibito…”

Dark had no time to respond before Krad began to lay an assault of lips, tongue and teeth against his neck. All thoughts of teasing Krad’s talented fingers fell right out of a figurative second story window.

Shifting beneath his counterpart, Dark arched his neck closer to Krad’s doting lips. Broad, lightly tanned hands found their way to Krad’s back, caressing the area just beside his shoulder blades where white wings once lay. They had been present on the surface, but there was no need for them here.

“I remember how sensitive you are here.” Krad paused long enough to suck at the area just beneath Dark’s chin.

Dark’s breath hitched and Krad smiled again.

“And,” Krad murmured against Dark’s jaw as his still-wet fingers moved down Dark’s front, trickling down until he reached a prominent hipbone. Krad caressed the skin there, daring to brush against Dark’s pelvis before he returned his attention to Dark’s side. “Here.” Golden eyes peered into amethyst ones.

Dark bit his lip.

Krad really did remember.

“And here…” Krad’s hand moved again, this time to graze his palm lightly against Dark’s inner thigh.

Through the warming leather on Dark’s legs, the thief could feel Krad’s teasing hand, and he instinctively pressed up into those fingers.

Krad chuckled.

“You’re so sensitive…”

Dark pushed up again, this time in a dry grind against Krad’s lower half. Krad hissed, and Dark smirked. Bending his legs at the knee, Dark gave Krad an easier space to settle between - besides that, it was so much easier this way to rub his halfway-there erection against his lover’s warm body.

“I missed you, Krad,” Dark confessed in a hushed sort of whisper.

Craning down, Krad rested his lips just atop those of his counterpart. He murmured gently in return, “And I, you…”

Once more, Krad took the darker entity into a passionate embrace and an avid kiss. Krad’s mouth was hungry and forceful, craving the taste and the feel of his other half, and Dark obliged with willing fervor.

Dark groaned into Krad’s mouth as their lips parted and tongues lashed. He hadn’t even noticed the blond beginning to do away with his hip-hugging leather pants until they were long gone, exposing his tan skin to the night air and wandering hands.

Dark bucked against him.

Krad held him down.

Withdrawing his tongue from that tempting cavern, Krad moved down, licking a wet trail down Dark’s chest, stopping only to toy with his nipples, to which Dark groaned in pleasure. Sucking lightly on the pink rounds of skin, Krad teased the tender flesh with the tip of his tongue.

Dark moaned again, fisting his hands into long, wild strands of golden blond.

When Krad moved his head further down over Dark’s muscled structure, Dark dared to peer down and watch. Violet eyes glazed with desire looked on as Krad kissed, licked and nipped at the skin around Dark’s prominent erection. Those taunting lips purposely avoided their main target.

Dark panted with impatience.

Krad snickered.

“Still unwilling to wait for your pleasure, koibito?” Krad asked. He ghosted his tongue over the length of his lover’s sizeable member, and Dark sucked in a long breath.

“I’ve been waiting years for you, moron,” Dark bit out, albeit playfully.

Krad laughed again.

“True…”

Golden eyes moved up, gazing upon Dark’s love-and-lust-struck face with tender - if lustfully zealous - care.

“Considering that, I’ll save my teasing for later.”

No sooner had the words spilled from those tempting lips; Krad’s warm, moist mouth encompassed the head of Dark’s erection and gave him one good suck. Dark had to fist the sheets beneath him to keep from losing all control. He had waited for far too long to feel that sort of pleasure again. The pleasure that came with blond hair, white wings and stunning amber eyes.

The pleasure only Krad could bring.

Dark’s head fell back in a moan. His eyes shut and the muscles of his thighs began to tremble. Krad knew just how to work Dark’s erection, and Dark, a willing victim, surrendered his flesh to the will of his counterpart.

Krad moved his head in a steady pace, his lips wound tight around Dark’s throbbing member. His tongue cradled the shaft, stroked it delicately, while his lips worked fervently, hungrily to bring his lover pleasure.

“Krad,” Dark groaned the name of his other half. His hand found its way to thick blond hair and gripped lightly at the long, flaxen strands. “Oh, my- Ngh… Krad…”

Slender fingers moved up Dark’s chest, tickling gently, teasing his collarbone. Finally, those same fingertips began grazing Dark’s lower lip and the violet-haired entity knew what was expected of him. Dark parted his lips and Krad dipped two slim fingers between them.

Dark stroked the intruding digits with his tongue, each time adding more and more layers of saliva. The pads of those soft fingers pressed playfully against Dark’s tongue, and when a moan left Dark’s throat from the combined taste and feel of his lover’s skin, Krad finally pulled away to breathe.

Panting lightly, Krad licked at his lips, licked at the tip of his lover’s erection. He too moaned in the throes of utter bliss. It was while the blond regained his breath that he pulled those long fingers, slicked with saliva from Dark’s moist, breathless lips. Lowering his head, Krad kissed tenderly along Dark’s hipbone, nudging Dark’s legs apart until his lover’s position had shifted from vulnerable to helpless.

~*~