Raitou to Kaitou

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The sun is breaking in your eyes,
To start a new day.
This broken heart can still survive,
With a touch of your grace.

The shadows fade into the light,
And I am by your side where love will find you.


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How it pleased Krad to see Dark this way! It pleasured him not only by visual stimuli, but also by the mental prospect that he was the only one who had ever seen Dark in this licentious position. The only one who would ever see Dark in this manner.

No mortal could ever pleasure Dark this way. Especially not a mortal girl. Perish the thought - Krad would sooner die before he allowed such a thing. Anger had stolen Dark away from him once before, anger and confusion, and for what? To lose decades of time? To grow farther apart from his beloved counterpart?

Never again.

Hell or high water wouldn’t take Dark away from him this time.

Krad would make sure of that.

Krad heard his name being called as the tips of slicked fingers began slip-sliding against Dark’s tightly wound entrance; one that had suffered its fair share of neglect thanks to years without the company of another man. Playful, Krad licked from the apex of his lover’s hipbone until he could swirl his hot tongue in the midst of a tender navel.

Dark cried out as one slim finger pressed inside of his recesses, the walls of which made quick work of clamping down around the intruder.

God, how tight he was…

Was there ever a time when Dark felt so good?

Had he simply forgotten?

Probably.

Fifty years of wasted time, wasted breath…

Krad inwardly vowed to make up for that. With any other being, such a mistake on his part would be discarded and forgotten - Krad simply wouldn’t care. But Dark made all the difference in the world.

Krad cared about Dark.

Krad loved Dark with every fiber of his being.

It was high time to prove that to him all over again.

Once Krad had assured himself that Dark’s inner walls had acclimatized to their situation a little more, he added another digit into the tight canal. Only then did he begin to motion his hand - back and forth, in and out, breaching and stretching Dark’s muscles for the things yet to come.

Krad’s erection strained against his pants. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out, how much longer he could go on craving Dark the way he was, but the sound of Dark’s pleasured moans reminded him: Patience is a virtue.

“Krad…”

“Does it feel good, love?” Krad murmured against Dark’s muscled stomach. Amber eyes looked up, greeted with the most delicious of sights; Dark’s hair in his eyes, his face contorted with pleasure, brow furrowed, licking at his dry lips.

Dark nodded fervently.

Krad doubled his efforts. Hooking his fingers, he pushed deeper into Dark’s warm alcove, searching. When at last he had found the obscure crux inside of his lover, one that he knew would give him pleasure, he focused his thrusting fingers there.

Dark bucked against Krad’s touch, near desperation in his tone as he cried out for more.

“Krad…! Oh, God, yes… More… Please, more…”

Through the idle little murmurs to his lover - phrases of both love and lust, ones that made Dark flush a becoming shade of pink - Krad licked and pecked at Dark’s erection, refusing to bring him too much stimulation. That would have to wait. They would finish together.

“Dark…”

It was Krad’s turn to whisper the name of his counter part.

“Dark, are you ready for me?”

Golden eyes searched violet ones, met with a nod as Dark’s hands worked to pull Krad up a little more.

“More than ready,” the amethyst-eyed entity murmured, heat encompassing his voice.

Krad grinned, more than just his mind at ease to hear those words.

“It’s your turn, then,” Krad told Dark in a whisper as he leaned down, his hands to the bed sheets, his lips hovering just over Dark’s own as he spoke.

Dark knew what was expected of him now, and he wasted no time in complying.

Once Krad had moved one arm away, Dark took the initiative to shift out from under him. Krad settled on his knees and Dark positioned himself before him. Without restraint, and without so much as a nervous pause, Dark pulled down Krad’s stark white trousers until a sizeable erection sprung free. No sooner did Dark crane forward and swallow the head of Krad’s aching member did the blond groan in wanton abandon.

That mouth…

“Dark,” Krad whispered, his tone husky. Warm lips moved further down his length and he sucked in one deep breath from behind gritted teeth.

“Just like that…”

Krad watched, contented to see Dark in such a position; held up on bent elbows, his legs stretched behind him, his back in a slender curve and accentuating the swell of his backside.

This patience thing was starting to wear on Krad’s nerves. Originally, Dark giving Krad oral pleasure was only to compensate for the lack of any other lubrication. Now, Krad’s means were turning into something more carnal, and he had to fight back the urge to ram farther into that gorgeously opened mouth and finish himself off right there.

Patience won out, however.

Dark coated Krad’s member with generous deposits of saliva, sucking lightly at the crown of his erection, and then sucking hard at the base of it. He had never had any difficulty taking in every last inch of Krad into his mouth before, and - surprisingly enough, what with their endless separation - he suffered no trouble with it now, either.

“Enough.”

Krad’s simple command was enough to beckon Dark’s attention and compliance. Dark pulled away his lips, panting and flushed, his lips glistening with the sheen of his counterpart’s pre-come and his own saliva.

“Lie down,” Krad instructed, “legs spread.”

A grin crawled onto Krad’s pallor while he watched his lover obey - Dark laid back as he was asked; legs bent, thighs apart, revealing to Krad his vulnerable state. Krad shivered at the sight.

“Krad,” Dark panted, brushing strands of dark violet away from the faint blush on his face. “Hurry. Please… Make love to me, I can’t wait anymore…”

Krad immediately dropped over his lover; his hips nestled between spread legs. Blond hair fell over both of his finely sculpted shoulders, curtaining them, shielding them from nonexistent eyes at the window.

“Say my name again,” murmured the blond entity, his lips ghosting Dark’s mouth. Krad pressed the crown of his erection to Dark’s entrance, but refrained from immediate entry until Dark complied.

Dark leaned up on his elbows, his lips brushing Krad’s cheek. When at last he reached the shell of a porcelain ear, Dark murmured into it: “Krad…”

And that was all the incentive Krad needed.

Bringing his hands to either of Dark’s broad hips, Krad steadied the body beneath him as he himself lunged forward. One fluid thrust was all it took to bury himself deep within Dark’s recesses.

Both entities cried out at once; Krad from searing pleasure, Dark from searing pain.

In most other cases, Krad would have eased himself in gently. But that would have only prolonged the pain for his beloved other half. That was the last thing Krad wanted, to prolong the agony when he didn’t need to. He had done that once before, to both himself and to Dark, when he chose to take the path of blind fury and despise the world and everyone in it.

Never again. Not to Dark.

Dark brought his broad hands to Krad’s shoulders, gripping tightly; his eyes wound shut as he braced himself and fought through the discomfort. With tenderness that shocked even himself, Krad slipped his arms underneath Dark’s own, pulling Dark up against himself, holding the other male in his arms. Krad cradled his counterpart gently, amber eyes watching Dark’s expression with great diligence. He himself had to work through the urge not to slam into him right then and there, but that was sure to be nothing compared to the pain Dark endured.

Dark whimpered.

“Shh,” Krad shushed him gently as he showered Dark’s neck with soft kisses. “I’m sorry, love… The pain will pass.”

Dark could do little more than hold back his strangled groans, grip at Krad’s hair, pant heavily for the breath he had lost when Krad shoved into him.

Carefully, Krad laid Dark back down against the bed sheets. Krad paused only to wrap one of Dark’s legs around his waist before he leaned over him again, kissing his lips, his face, every part of Dark’s features available to him.

“K- Krad…” Dark bit his lip tightly, writhing beneath his counterpart in what seemed to Krad to be eagerness. Had his pain really dissipated so quickly? He thought to ask, but Dark kissed him and rendered words futile.

With the pent-up anxiousness, the passion that had clogged his veins for so long, Dark kissed his blond other half, and Krad reciprocated with equaled ardor. Parted lips elicited hungry tongues that lashed together, and Krad’s shoulders quivered in the slightest from the tiny sensations it secreted.

Krad took his cue and pulled his hips back, receiving a barren whimper from his counterpart. Eager to soothe that aching void, Krad lulled back in, shivering. The slickness encompassing his manhood proved a lot for him to handle. Dark groaned in correspondence, chewing gently on Krad’s lower lip, eliciting soft sighs.

Assured that Dark’s period of discomfort had long since been willed away, Krad set a steady pace for himself. Taking things slow to start; he rocked his hips back and forth at a gentle pace for his still-adjusting lover, receiving the softest of moans from Dark’s busy lips.

Krad drew his mouth away. Playful, only his tongue remained to openly lap at Dark’s eager tongue. Hungry for it, Dark sucked it back into his mouth until Krad consented to kiss him again. Dark’s broad hands lathered into obscenely soft blond hair, stroking, gripping when a thrust into his body resulted in a tremor or pleasure.

When at last they separated for precious air, both of their needs had grown considerably harder to ignore. Dark urged for a quicker pace by rocking his hips up against Krad’s own, and Krad, oh-so-willing to oblige, propelled harder, faster. Before long, the blond had Dark writhing in pleasure, had him bucking up against him in wanton abandonment, crying out in time with Krad’s synchronized rocking motion.

Tanned hands wandered Krad’s body, seeking out every hard surface, every soft inch of skin he could. Short fingernails scratched on occasion, eliciting sweet, sweet gasps from Krad’s slightly parted lips.

“Dark…” Krad purred the name of his lover, beckoning Krad to lean up. One elbow planted into the mattress, the opposing arm slung over Krad’s neck, supporting his weight as Dark assaulted Krad’s neck with his lips and tongue.

“Ngh… Oh, yes… Dark…”

“Krad…”

Dark panted, puffs of air hitting the skin he licked, chilling the alabaster flesh, making Krad shudder. When Dark laid his teeth against the side of his lover’s throat, biting down with enough pressure to provoke shades of pink and raw red, Krad cried out particularly deeply.

“Dark…! Keep doing that… Keep doing it…”

Obligingly, Dark chewed and sucked against Krad’s neck, soft enough to prevent any serious damage, but hard enough to leave his mark. Krad’s groans grew heavier as he thrust into his other half, Dark’s breathing quickened, deepened, and hitched in his throat on occasion.

“Krad, I’m close… So close…”

Taking advantage of Dark’s position, Krad slipped his arms beneath him and hoisted him up a little more. He paused in his motion. Krad folded his legs beneath him and settled back on them, with Dark left to straddle his waist. When at last they resumed their fervent pace against one another, Krad was greeted with a warmer depth, a tighter canal.

Dark gazed down upon his lover with hazy eyes. Those gorgeous amethyst orbs told a story of both lust and love - oddly similar, but so different. They drew Krad in like the flame to his moth and he stared at them, stared at those endless pools as he made love to him.

Dropping his hand between them, Krad circled Dark’s length with slender fingers. Dark gasped, and Krad grinned. Pumping Dark’s aching manhood with its pearly droplets of pre-come as an added stimulant, Krad synchronized the motions of his hips to the ones of his hand, balancing out their pleasure.

When at last their groans had filled the room, the sheets a mess thanks to the ardor of their lovemaking, Krad felt the urgent need creep over him. Krad moved faster.

“Come for me, Dark,” Krad murmured heatedly as he gazed into those obscenely attractive eyes. Dark had since taken to moving his lower half in time with the ministrations of his lover, thrusting down when Krad thrust up, and it left his hair in a delightful mess. Left his countenance tussled and so gorgeous…

“Come with me.”

Krad’s long fingers coaxed Dark’s raging erection, his own manhood working at pleasuring him from the inside out. All the while, his own peak of pleasure began to pool in his lower half, urging him on, causing a fervent jerk to his body.

“Krad… Ahh… Krad, Krad… Oh God, Krad…” Dark spoke Krad’s name over and over, staring at him through the fog of pleasure as he ground down against his length. Dark took in all of what Krad had to offer and Krad gave it willingly. Anything for Dark.

Anything.

“Krad!”

Dark fell over the edge with a loud, arduous moan. He gripped Krad’s shoulders tight, balanced his weight, and then threw his head back, crying out, straining his vocal chords. His hips convulsed, his muscles went into an orgasmic spasm. His hard, aching member, stroked by Krad’s loving, doting fingers, brought to release at last.

And that was all it took for Krad.

“Dark!”

Krad’s head bowed forward, forehead to Dark’s collarbone as he milked what remained of Dark’s orgasm. With his lover’s body closing around him like a vise, he too reached his end. With husky gasps and breathy moans, Krad bucked up into his counterpart those few final times, his erection on fire. An electrical current ran up Krad’s back and he shivered.

Once his nerves allowed for movement, Krad dragged his fingers along Dark’s stomach and his chest, gathering up the evidence of his climax. Krad waited until he was sure his lover was looking on, and then brought the dripping fingers to his lips, licking them clean with the precision of a housecat.

Dark shuddered pleasantly.

“That… That was…” Dark could find no words.

Krad finished it for him, “Beyond comprehension…”

Long arms circled Krad’s shoulders again, and Dark held him the way he hadn’t dared for so many years. All of a sudden, with his other half so close, with them so intimate and so close again, the gap in Dark’s aching heart began to close.

“I don’t want to leave here,” Dark murmured into Krad’s ear. Longing drenched that tone, but Krad knew such a request could never be fulfilled. Dark knew it, too.

“Dark…” Krad pulled back a little, enough to gaze upon that beautiful face, and he smiled. While in most cases, that curl of his lips was sinister and maniacal; this one was of warmth and tender care. No-one would have thought Krad to be capable of such emotion.

Only Dark.

“Patience, koibito, patience.”

Dark sighed. “You and your patience…”

Long fingers combed through strands of blond, and Krad chuckled.

“My love… Satoshi will find his way to Little Niwa eventually. And when that happens-”

“We’ll have bodies of our own…”

Dark smirked and lowered his forehead to Krad’s.

“Thinking of us without tamers is so weird,” Dark confessed.

“Surreal.” Krad had a considerably larger vocabulary than Dark, and he made sure Dark knew it. Dark only rolled his eyes.

“Soon, my love.”

Doting fingers stroked Dark’s back with gentle care. Dark shivered. Right where Krad was touching was a place reserved for the wings he never used, and particularly sensitive.

“It’s best they don’t know about this,” Krad muttered ruefully.

Dark nodded. “But how? What are we supposed to do? Just… keep up the game? That we hate each other?”

A sigh from Krad, and Dark immediately frowned.

“I know what Satoshi wants. And I know how to manipulate him. He runs from me as often as he can, and right to Little Niwa. That counts for something. This is the generation, Dark, I know it. The curse will be over soon.”

“But what about now? I don’t think I can wait anymore, Krad…”

Golden eyes looked up.

Dark stroked Krad’s face with the pad of his thumb.

“I’ve been without you for ages. You want me to do it again?”

When at last words were back on his side, Krad reached down to take Dark’s hand into his. Fingers laced, Krad brought Dark’s knuckles to his lips.

“It will try both of us, I know. Living without you again… will be Hell if ever there was one.”

Dark lowered his forehead to Krad’s shoulder, eyes closed, nuzzling into his baby soft skin.

“But we’ll manage… And I promise you, Dark, with everything I am, that we’ll have our own bodies. Soon, very soon…”

“How can you be so sure…?”

“Because,” Krad reassured his love with a peck of his lips to his forehead, “you know as well as I do what Little Niwa wants.”

Dark smiled a moment later.

“If he doesn’t, I’ll remind him…”

Krad chuckled.

“I won’t let them keep us separated, Dark. I promise.”

They lay down after that, silence befalling the two. Content with the silence, they stroked each other’s hair, gazed into one another’s eyes until at last, Krad’s strength dwindled.

Krad could no longer keep the illusion. With a heavy heart, Krad had bid farewell to his lover, his counterpart. Dark returned to the surface world where Niwa lay unconscious, waiting for him to return, and Krad let the apparition of their love nest die.

Life resumed normally for Niwa Daisuke and Hiwatari Satoshi, neither one any the wiser about what was going on with their angelic other halves.

Now, all there was left was the wait.

The wait and the hope that their plans would go over well.

Satoshi and Daisuke had to fall in love, or there was no more hope for the two angels until the next generation of Hikari and Niwa.

They couldn’t wait that long.

They wouldn’t wait that long.


~*~


Now that we’re here,
Now that we’ve come this far,
Just hold on.
There is nothing to fear,
For I am right beside you.
For all my life, I am yours.

What about now?
What about today?
What if you’re making me all I was meant to be?
What if our love
Had never went away?
What if it’s lost behind words we could never find?

What about now?
What about today?
What if you’re making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love
Had never went away?
What if it’s lost behind words we could never find?
Baby, before it’s too late…
Baby, before it’s too late…
Baby, before it’s too late…
What about now?