Hot Limos Are Satoshi\'s Best Friend

AN: If anyone is seriously OOC, I’m sorry. ^^; While I adore D.N. Angel, I haven’t watched/read it in ages. Also, I wrote this for Mocha awhile back and posted it on y!hosting under a different name. This is just a little fluff for her, and sort of an \'I\'m sorry\' for disclaimering all my stories but not updating.

Disclaimer: I don\'t own D.N. Angel, or make any money off of it. If I did, Dark would be naked and sweaty. Constantly.



“Come on.” Satoshi firmly gripped Daisuke’s elbow and guided him to the limo. The red head glanced over his shoulder at Risa and Riku apologetically as he hesitantly went along with Satoshi. Earlier he had been cornered by Satoshi, at least it felt that way, who offered to drive him home. A quick trip home with Satoshi would be nerve racking. All that time alone with him, who knew what he was going to ask. Or maybe this time he would actually arrest Daisuke. He swallowed hard, pulse racing as the limo door was opened for them. Satoshi climbed in first then looked up at Daisuke expectantly. With a sigh, he climbed in after his classmate. The drive was more quiet than he thought it would be; Satoshi stared at him from his seat directly across from him and only answered questions with brief answers.

“Daisuke...”

“Sir?” The drive rolled down the dark window between the back seat and the front, wincing a little at Satoshi’s glare. “I’m sorry to interrupt but we seem to be having some car troubles...”

“Then fix it.”

“Yes sir...” The window was rolled back up and both boys heard the door shut shortly after.

“Of all days,” Daisuke murmured to himself. “Were you going to say something, Hiwatari-kun?”

“....No. Never mind.” It didn’t take long for the car to heat up, both boys beginning to sweat heavily. Satoshi winced as he shifted in his seat, having to peel himself from the leather. He gave up dignity for the chance to be cooler and started unbuttoning his shirt. It was vaguely amusing to notice Daisuke’s wide eyes on him, slight blush tinting his cheeks. Or was he red cheeked because of the heat... Satoshi preferred to think the blush was for him. He lifted the shirt from his body, then rid himself of the undershirt, dropping them to the floor of the car. Blue eyes watched the red head until Daisuke dropped his gaze. “You can take off your shirt too, Daisuke. It’s not like we’re women and have undergarments to hide.”

“Ah...well...” Dark yawned and prodded at Daisuke’s mind, smirking nastily as he sent a mental image of Satoshi in a bra. Daisuke turned even redder, closing his eyes and silently telling his body’s other occupant that things like that weren’t helpful. “I guess so...” Daisuke undid his shirt, fingers slipping off the buttons a few times, then lifted off his school uniform. He wasn’t about to lose his undershirt, though he couldn’t explain his sudden bout of shyness with Satoshi. They’d seen each other in swim trunks and nothing else... why did it make a difference now? Daisuke looked up at Satoshi then glanced away again, picking up a book from his bag and fanning himself with it. His eyes... they normally felt as if they pierced him, seeing through to his very core. Now they held a something slightly different, an emotion Daisuke couldn’t read. They’d always played hunter and prey, but now Daisuke felt it more acutely.

“Here...” Satoshi took the book from Daisuke’s hands and slid forward on the seat, fanning the red head with it. “We’ll take turns, ne?”

“Hai.” Daisuke leaned back against the seat and sighed happily. The amount of breeze generated from the book, combined with his sweat covered body, cooled him almost instantly. “Mmm... That’s nice.”

“Indeed...” He almost smiled, watching the expressions on Daisuke’s face closely. Satoshi wondered if Daisuke knew what he looked like right now; drenched with sweat, mouth slightly open, contentment written across his face. Krad snorted loudly in his head. ‘If you want him, take him...’ For probably only time in his life, Satoshi was tempted with going along with Krad’s words. Just as he was about to drop the book and touch his lips to Daisuke’s, the red head opened his eyes and smiled at Satoshi.

“Your turn.”

Satoshi nodded and leaned back in the seat, tossing the book at Daisuke’s lap. “Alright...” The red head scooted forward and started waving the book, smiling happily. The first wave of air made Satoshi shiver, eyes closing for a moment. He was stronger than he looked, to be able to whip the heavy book around like that. Strong, or enthusiastic... or both... Satoshi’s mind wandered to what else he could enthusiastically doing at the moment... “Stop.”

Daisuke blinked in confusion, halting his movements. “Was I doing it wrong?”

“No...” Enough cat and mouse, it was time to make his move. Satoshi scooted forward more quickly than he though he could when stuck to the leather again, pausing when his face was a breath away from Daisuke’s lips. “You were doing it right.” He brushed his lips over Daisuke’s, waiting for the boy’s response before continuing. Wether it was just his automatic response, or if he truly was offering... neither mattered to Satoshi as the red head’s lips moved a fraction closer to his own. He responded with a real kiss, lips pressed more firmly against the other pair.

For a moment Daisuke was still, mind reeling with thoughts and questions. It was the heat... the heat befuddled his mind, and made him lean closer. It was the heat that made Satoshi’s hand drop to Daisuke’s knee. ‘The heat... right... How slow are you, Daisuke?’ Dark’s voice snapped him out of his haze. Daisuke jerked back, banging his head against the wooden paneling above the leather seat. For some reason he was out of breath...

“That’s fine, Daisuke. It makes a few things easier...” Satoshi slid to his knees between legs Daisuke hadn’t noticed were open. A hand sneaked under his shirt, gliding across the slick skin of his stomach. “Now... why don’t you get rid of this shirt?” His hand slid up further, pausing just between the red head’s nipples.

“Hi-Hiwatari-kun...” was all he could get out, shocked at Satoshi’s actions. ‘Shocked, or aroused? Heh, who knew you batted for both teams...’ Dark snickered inside his mind.

Satoshi sighed at the lack of real response and dropped the hand, rising on his knees. He leaned over Daisuke, who was slouching in the seat. Their groins met as Satoshi, leaned forward even more to nuzzle Daisuke’s cheek. Daisuke’s eyes went wide in surprise. Satoshi’s arousal was pressed against his own, unsure of which he was more shocked at; Satoshi’s actions, or how he was responding to his classmate’s flirtations. Satoshi smiled against his cheek, rolling his hips against Daisuke. The red head gasped, hands flying to Satoshi’s upper arms, gripping them tightly. A pink tongue slipped out from Satoshi’s lips, tracing the lines of Daisuke’s jaw. He moaned in response, lifting his chin. Any reservations he may have had were gone, lost in a confused and lust clouded mind. Even Dark kept silent as he watched Satoshi’s hands find themselves back under Daisuke’s shirt, finger tips brushing over his nubs. Daisuke gasped again, hips twitching in response.

Satoshi decided he rather liked Daisuke moving below him. He took the red head’s nipples between his fingers and rolled them slowly. Daisuke’s response caused both to moan; he bucked his hips, rubbing his hardening length against Satoshi’s. More... He rolled the nubs again, moaning against Daisuke’s neck. I want more... Satoshi attacked his neck with nips and licks, loving the salty taste of Daisuke’s skin. He didn’t wait for Daisuke to press against him, he grinded against Daisuke roughly, closing his eyes. God I wish he didn’t have any clothes on... Soon the stuffy back seat of the limo was full of small moans and soft panting noises. Inhibition long forgotten, they worked in unison, both rubbing their still clothed members against the other. Satoshi’s hand pressed against the small of Daisuke’s back, angling his length even closer than before. The new position afforded both more blessed friction, Daisuke rewarding Satoshi’s thoughtfulness with a with a mewl of pleasure. He turned his head and kissed Satoshi’s hair, now panting in his ear. The panting... Daisuke’s hands on his bare skin... the small moans that appeared more often from the boy... it was all too much for Satoshi. He bit his lip and tried to hold off but couldn’t wait any longer. His orgasm seared through him, burning his veins with it’s almost painful pleasure. Daisuke whimpered from the lack of speed, then from the lack of movement, dropping his hands to Satoshi’s back and pressing against him even harder. “Wait, Daisuke...” he panted, pushing the boy back. Daisuke looked up at him shyly, body aching from lack of release after being so close.

“Hiwa...” Daisuke was silenced by Satoshi’s finger on his lips. His pants felt too tight for him, Satoshi seemingly understanding his plight. He worked on unbuttoning the confining pants, then freed Daisuke’s length from the interference. The red head’s cheeks matched his hair, shy again at seeing Satoshi close to something so private. His eyes widened as Satoshi started stroking him, not wasting any time at returning to their previous speed. Again he clutched at Satoshi, moaning loudly. He touched his forehead to Satoshi’s shoulder, only a little embarrassed by their actions now. All he thought about was his hand on him, edging him closer and closer to release... that and the scent of him. Daisuke briefly wondered when Satoshi started smelling so good when his release pushed out all other thought. He dug his nails into Satoshi’s arms, gasping as he threw his head back and moaned. “Satoshi-kun!”

“Shhh...” Satoshi smirked, kissing his chin. “The limo isn’t that sound proof.”

“Uhn.... Sorry..” Daisuke panted, still clinging to Satoshi.

“It’s fine, I doubt he cares... He isn’t paid to care.” Satoshi still his hand, gently replacing Daisuke’s length back into his underwear before zipping his pants back up. Daisuke didn’t move away from him as Satoshi thought he would when it was all done, but still clung to his arms.

“Oh... okay...” Daisuke’s head was still spinning from all that had happened. The only thing he knew for certain was Satoshi’s touch and how much he enjoyed it. “Ano...”

“You’ve made it very hard for me, Daisuke.” Satoshi whispered in his ear. “How am I supposed to hunt Dark if I’m attached to you?”

Daisuke blushed, hesitantly encircling his arms around Satoshi’s neck. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Satoshi-kun.” Given what they had just did, he should have been able to use his name, but some how he couldn’t manage it. ‘Great job Daisuke, now Satoshi won’t want to arrest you... or maybe he will. He seems kinky like that... some hand-cuff action... hmm...’ Dark grinned ear to ear at the shade of red Daisuke turned.

“Let’s... do this again, some other time...” Daisuke nodded furiously at Satoshi’s words, though he was still a little confused at what all of this meant. It was just that it felt so good... it didn’t mean he didn’t love Risa. Besides, it wasn’t wrong to want to feel good. He could still find a way to be with her. ‘God your thick...’ “My place next time?”

“Hai...” Daisuke leaned away slowly then winced at the mess on his undershirt.

“At least you have something to put over it...” Satoshi shifted his damp pants. ‘You don’t have anyone that lives with you. No one will care.’

“Oh! Gomen...”

Satoshi smirked despite Krad’s comment. “It’s my mess, not yours. Don’t worry about it.” He liked the shy blushing grin he received from Daisuke. A loud click alerted them to the limo driver’s door being opened, Daisuke quickly sat up and pulled on his shirt.

“All done, sir.”

Satoshi nodded, “continue driving Daisuke home now.” The drive was a silent one, Satoshi watched as Daisuke obviously digested the events that went on. He hoped the boy wouldn’t cancel their next meeting.

“Ah, this is my house.” Daisuke grabbed his book bag and slid to the door, opening it before the driver could. “Thank you, Hi.... Satoshi-kun.” He grinned then jumped out of the limo, closing the door behind him.

Satoshi watched Daisuke nearly bounce the rest of the way to his front door. “You did well, driver... I’ll give you a large bonus in the next paycheck.” Satoshi smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. Sometimes the plans he came up with were brilliant.