Snapshots

Krad leaned forward and pressed his lips against Dark's, almost hesitant
and shy, but oh so sweet. Dark tried not to let his need show as he left
control to Krad, let him decide how far this would go. When the demon gently
touched his lips with his tongue, Dark opened up with a noise of appreciation,
inviting him inside. The kiss was a little clumsy, but Krad was getting
the hang of it. He licked and nipped, tasting his other half, his lover,
and Dark drew him gently closer.

Contact became deeper, loving, experimental, and Dark found he appreciated
his lover's quick study and willingness. Strong hands caressed him almost
questioningly, and when he didn't do anything to discourage the contact,
Krad became bolder.

And damn, he was very bold.

When they separated, Dark was breathing hard, looking into the softly
glowing eyes, and he had to smile.

"Liked that, hm?"

Krad just captured his lips again, this time much more demanding, literally
taking his breath away. Dark just went with the flow, sinking back, pulling
the other with him, enjoying the warm weight on him.

He gazed into the golden eyes, so inhuman in their appearance, but so
warm and filled with need. Krad's appearance, while angelic, held a lot
of demonic traits, and the feline eyes were part of it. A slit pupil, surrounded
by the chrome metal iris, so unlike any human eye. Dark, while sharing
the strange eye color trait, had no feline eyes.

The kaitou reached up and caressed the smooth skin, marvelling at the
warm and tender feelings racing through him.

"Love you," he whispered.

Krad's expression was one of wonder and reflected emotions. Gone was
the insanity, the madness, the jealousy and rage. In their place was nothing
but positive emotions. Love was the most prominent. Love for him, love
for his host.

Their lips met, Krad quickly deepening the contact with an enthusiasm
that literally took Dark's breath away.

*

They lay together, the balmy evening making it a perfect moment in time.
Dark had a hand underneath Krad's loose sweater, caressing warm skin without
trying to arouse. His head was resting on his lover's chest, listening
to each breath, each heartbeat. It was so soothing, so reassuring, so wonderfully
peaceful. Gentle fingers carded through his hair and stroked across it.
Dark almost purred with delight.

Three hundred years wasted trying to blast each other into smithereens,
he mused. Three hundred god-damned years.

This is what had been before. This had been their existence before the
fateful day the sealing of the Black Wings had gone wrong. Two souls inside
one art work, existing, co-existing, gently touching each other. Aware
and conscious of the other's warmth and presence. The sealing had torn
them apart. It had hurt them right down to their core, twisting and cutting
into them until one was without the other.

Dark closed his eyes at the phantom pain he felt from that day. He couldn't
clearly remember it, only his existence henceforth. He had been with the
Niwas and his other half with the Hikari. They both had suffered, but Krad
had gone through a lot worse than him.

Three hundred years, he thought again. Coupled together with one insistent
Daisuke and his friendship with Satoshi. They had fought a bitter fight,
had lost and hurt and felt the pain of before, but in the end, after so
much time and so many trials, they were together again.

Healing.

He snuggled deeper into the presence of his lover.

And it felt so much better than trying to kill each other. So very much
better.

 

 

end of this drabble

to be continued