The Art of Our Blood

Disclaimer: I do not own DN Angel, welcome to the wonderful
world of Fan Fiction!

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter. It is extra
short, sorry.

Warning: This story will be a range of anywhere between
two affectionate male friends to yaoi (Explicit sex between two males). So
if you don’t like male that cry and hug and enjoy cuddle than I suggest you do
not read this fic. In this story the fate of Hikari and Niwa is a grand secret
of mine. Although I believe if you are one to enjoy affectionate male friends
or full blown out yaoi regardless I believe you will enjoy this story.

Happy Reading!

-Na

The Art of Our Blood

Chaputa-ku

Niwa Daisuke had made a mistake. When he had first made the
mistake, a whole semester ago; it had seemed like a great idea and far from the
mistake it turned out to be. He was a two dimensional artist. It was just who
he was he could make a drawing or a painting jump off the paper and appear
three-dimensional. And he did have to take the class, it was required. So he signed
up for Introduction to Sculpture. But he hadn’t stopped there, oh no! He
decided to get the math and science credit out of the way with Statistics.  And
that was his mistake.

Alone the classes would have been fine. Together they
wreaked havoc on Daisuke’s nerves and patients. He was never good at maths and
he was cursing the fact that the end of the semester project always seemed to
involve live nude models.

So there they sat Daisuke and Satoshi as they had every
night for the last week. A Statistics Book clutched in Satoshi’s hand as he
sprawled naked in a kitchen chair and Daisuke seated not too far away behind a
bit of clay that he was moulding.

Satoshi would ask questions quizzing Daisuke on the material
for the upcoming final while Daisuke would do his best to answer the questions
correctly and sculpt the curvature of the slight tilt in Hiwatari’s neck as he
glanced down at the book.

It was slow work, tiring work; for both the involved
parties. There was painter’s tape on the floor and on the chair and on the
table marking the placement of Satoshi’s body so that they could go about their
days and at night return to the same place. Daisuke was concentrating too much
and got tired quickly, while Satoshi felt the aches and sores in his body as he
tried to only move his mouth to ask the statistics questions.

On occasion the stress would get to Daisuke and Satoshi
would drop the book, and stride towards the shorter only to wrap him in a loose
embrace, kiss his forehead and whisper encouragements; which, usually ended
with Daisuke laughing and Satoshi getting back into his position.

They had been dating for the whole of the last semester and
not too much had changed in their relationship. This was due mainly to the fact
that both of the boys were insanely busy and when they did have time together
they were too tired to do more than a massage and fleeting kisses. To any
onlooker nothing had changed but Daisuke saw it and hoped that Satoshi felt it—the
healthier glow in his cheeks.

The redhead took a step back from his sculpture and looked
between his roommate and the clay. It was almost right, the tiredness the
seemed to seep out of Satoshi was not apparent in the sculpture. He also felt
that the angle of one of Satoshi’s feet was off but couldn’t quite see how.

The blunette asked a question the words barely penetrating
the fog of Daisuke’s concentration. The redhead’s mouth opened and the answer
spilled forth. Daisuke then realised that Satoshi had spoken and he said (this
time more conscious of his words), “Satoshi I cannot answer any more questions
right now, I’m trying to figure out what is wrong with this sculpture!”

Satoshi starts to laugh and that makes Daisuke look up at
his friend. All of the stress and the frustration of the upcoming end of the semester
boiled up in the undergraduate and he feels that his face has turned as red as
his hair.

He stepped away from his work and towards the laughing
figure. “This is not funny! The Statistics exam is tomorrow and the sculpture
is due the day after tomorrow after we have the in-class portion of the exam!”

“Calm yourself, there is nothing wrong with your work none
of it,” replied Satoshi.

The Niwa got really close to his friend raging mad. “I know
the teacher will be able to see the mistakes I made with the feet and you know
me I don’t know maths even when they are supposed to be the simplest of
sorts.” 

“You’ve answered every one of the questions correct tonight,
and I’ve seen your book work it is perfect,” simply answered the police
commander.

The anger and stress seemed to hit a peak. “I’ve answered—“
then it all  drained out of Daisuke and the redhead was suddenly tired and
aware of the way he acted, embarrassed a bit he lowered his eyes, “really?”

“Really,” chuckles Satoshi. He doesn’t have far to go but
Daisuke somehow launches himself at his roommate pulling him into a big bone
crushing hug; seeming to forget that Satoshi was naked and that he may be able
to actually crush his bones if he wasn’t careful.  

The artist then took a step back, his eyes wide with shock
and worry. “But what will I do on the exam tomorrow? I didn’t even realise I
was answering the questions?”

A new panic seemed to rise in the undergraduate. But Satoshi
quelled it with a swift kiss, lingering and firm but not lasting. He then placed
a kiss on Daisuke’s nose followed by his forehead and then he smiled looking
down at his friend—his love. “Think of my feet and how best to fix them
tomorrow after your exam.”

It takes a second for Daisuke to process the taller’s words
but when he does he grins wide and lifts up so that he can seal his lips to the
other. Up and to that point the only real change in their lives had been the
fleeting kisses and lingering looks that they gave the other. The two separated
after a second and the redhead pushed the other gently back into the kitchen
chair so that he could have the height advantage. Niwa leaned over and smiled.
“I’ll be all right?”

“You’ll be perfect, as in everything,” replied Satoshi
between pecks and smiles.

“Shouldn’t go to sleep stressed,” added Daisuke with a grin
as he settled himself gently on the other’s lap and slotted his mouth over the
blunette’s. This kiss was new, less innocent then the kisses shared before, and
they both knew it. They opened their mouths to the thorough exploration of the
other.

And as Satoshi said Daisuke was perfect. But he was done
with Statistics and Sculpture.

Author’s Note: Yeah, a bit of a filler chapter.

Regardless of your opinion please review. Thank You.

- Na