Sugoi!

Sugoi!
By: Karie

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*whoops it up* *calms* I think I'll write a DN Angel fic, dun ask me why, I'll never understand me. SPRITE! *falls over laughing* Joke... Umm, I don't owne them and I'm making nothing out of it please don't eat me? Enjoy Minna?
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Daisuke stumbled out into the snow. He would have cursed his mother for bundling him up like a fat red berry, but he was too nice to curse.

//Damn shit hell fuck, stupid bitch!//

Of course, Dark was not.

/Be nice./

//NO! I have to sit here and DEAL with this!//

/Exactly. Deal with it and hush./

Daisuke smiled to himself and stumbled down the slush covered street. He was passing a tall apartment building when the door opened and Satoshi walked out in a button down gray coat that hit the backs of his legs and a pair of gloves and a gray scarf. He looked like a trim, fit little mourning dove.

//Yeah, TRIM and FIT. Unlike us, a pair of FAT berries.//

/Shut your mouth Dark! Do you want us to change HERE so he can catch you?/

//Shutting up.//

Daisuke waved at his friend and waddled through the slush to walk with him.

"Hey. So, you're going today?"

"Mm."

Daisuke smiled especially brightly as his sort-of-friend gave him a sort-of-response.

"Well, thats good. I would be lonely if you didn't come to day too. I had to bring you your work yesterday, it was way heavy."

"Mmn."

Another grunt. Dance and shout, he was on a roll!

Satoshi kept walking, listening to the happy-and-getting-happier voice of his... friend? He supposed, yes, DAISUKE was his friend, DARK was not. As long as Dark was not surfacing, Daisuke could be his friend. But only Daisuke.

((I'll kill him. Slowly. I'll rip out his tounge so he'll stop that stupid talking and then work with it from there.))

(Oh, stuff it Krad. Go, dream about ever getting out of this body and actually getting to DO something, or whatever it is you psycho's dream about.)

((I dream about killing him and fucking you.))

(Lovely, it'll never happen, go away now, bye bye.)

Satoshi grimly ignored Krad as he muttered how he was going to kill Niwa. They arrived at school and he left Niwa after shedding his scarf, gloves and coat, while Niwa stuggled with his layers.

Niwa entered minutes later, shaking out his dry hair. The auburn strands fell into chocolate eyes and those eyes gleamed with interest and excitement. Satoshi found himself examining every step and every movement Niwa made. He moved with a little bit of a bounce when he was stepping forward, springing a little. He either had his hands folded behind his back or tucked in his pants pockets. And those eyes were everywhere. Esecially on Satoshi.

Eventually, the boy turned his way and came over, bouncing on the balls of his feet when he walked.

"Hey, Satoshi, can you help me with homework after school? I asked 'Samu what we were doing and he said it's really hard."

"Mmn... All right."

"Yatta! Okay, great, I'll see you after classes then! Oh, I gotta get to my seat, bye Satoshi-kun!"

Satoshi watched him go. He'd said.... yes? Odd, he never wanted people home. He hated people at his house. Oh well, he'd endure it. It was Niwa, it wouldn't be so bad.

((I'll rip him apart! He better not come onto you, or he's GONE!))

(Go play with yourself.)

Satoshi concentrated on his lessons.

On the walk home, Niwa was very quiet, probably arguing with Dark. He was arguing with Krad.

((Please please let me out, if he starts coming onto you, I'm coming out.))

(Shut up.)

//If you start leeching onto him, I will personally throttle us both.//

/Be quiet. He's a lot better than your little ADMIRER./

//You sadist.//

/I'm your better half, you theif./

//Kaitou.//

/Theif theif theif theif!/

//...Evil little pint-sized sadist...//

/Thank you./

((If he comes onto you, we die, or he dies.))

(Stuff it.)

((Sure.))

(Up yours.)

((Go ahead.))

(Rather have him.)

((NONONONONO!!! I'LL KILL US ALL!))

Satoshi unlocked the door and led Niwa to the living room.

"...I'll get you some coffee... Do you take cream or sugar?"

"Both, thanks a lot Satoshi-kun."

"Mmn."

He went into the kitchen to make coffee.

Daisuke smiled and watched his go into the kitchen. He had such pretty blue eyes.

//So do kittens, but you don't wanna fuck them!//

/Will you stop it, you want to steal everything else, why can't I steal his heart?!/

//HE DOESN'T HAVE A HEART DAMNIT!//

/You're just afraid./

//No, I am AFRAID of Krad, that guy is seriously messed up and after my cute ass, and yours and anyone elses who gets in the way of 'dear dear Sato-chan.'//

/Hey, you stay out of MY dreams, theif./

//KAITOU! NOT THEIF!//

Satoshi walked in with coffee and Daisuke shut Dark up with one simple word.

/Admirer./

He thanked Satoshi for the coffee and they got started on the homework. He was struggling with his problem when Satoshi's fingers plucked his pencil up and the boy leaned over, helping him with the problem. Daisuke watched in astonishment as the marks neatly covered the sheet.

"Well, huh. I couldn't have figured that out for the life of me."

"Hnm."

Daisuke beamed at his friend.

Satoshi found Niwa smiling at him. He wanted sunglasses, the boy's smile was so bright. Then the boy bent back to his work, his mouth pursing a little, unconciously appealing. Satoshi's fingers twitched and his mouth quirked as he finished his work and leaned over the table. Two problems left and Niwa was stuck again. He looked like he was going to cry, chocolate eyes shimmering in deep thought while he began to pout. Satoshi took the boy's paper and pencil, finished his work and put them back.

"Hn."

The boy looked up and smiled slightly, his head cocked to the side. He was so cute it was dangerous.

((No! You can't have him! Only I can have you! I have to kill him!))

(And who would your anger focus on once he was gone? Where would you relieve your stress. You can't have me and its that simple. You need a target, that would be Niwa. If you kill him, you have no one.)

Satoshi found himself absently nodding to whatever Daisuke was saying.

"-and she blamed the whole mess on Grandpa, isn't it funny?"

"Mm."

He watched the boy giggle, eyes glittering with mirth over his hands which covered his mouth, the boy's auburn hair falling in jagged sweeps. Satoshi took his glasses off, held them to the light, cleaned them and put the back on. He flicked a peice of hair out of his vision and grabbed Niwa's wrist. The boy squeeked in shock, chocolate eyes widening.

"Niwa...."

"Sa... Satoshi?"

The boy was sort of breathless, eyes huge in that cute face. Satoshi watched as the boy bit his lip slightly, eyes shimmering in the white light of Satoshi's home. Satoshi pulled the boy towards him, over the coffee table. The boy was forced to put a knee on the smooth wooden surface, and balance himself with one hand on the couch behind Satoshi. Satoshi sat there for a moment, feeling the boy's breath puff against his mouth in soft bursts. Then he hauled the boy forward and kissed him gently. The boy made a soft noise, then melted into the kiss, tugging at his hand. Satoshi let go, wrapping an arm around the boy's shoulder's the other hand going to Niwa's waist.

He let go of the boy's mouth and observed with satisfaction, that his eyes were shut, his cheeks were lightly pink and his breathing was faster. His own face felt flushed and his own breathing was rapid and unsteady, though his eyes were open. He let himself smirk in triumph and pulled the boy off the coffee table, watching the boy's eyes open.

He pulled the boy towards the open doorway to the left. He smiled to himself as the boy scrambled after him. Hands gripped his arm and the boy came to his side, an arm sliding around Satoshi, while the boy nuzzled at his shoulder absently. Satoshi felt a warmth flood through him at the point of contact. He shut the door and listened to the click of the lock on his door as it went into place, the boy's eyes flew open and looked back at the door in slight fear.

/It's locked!/

//Most people don't like closed doors at their backs. We THEIVES don't like LOCKED doors at our backs. Especially in rooms without windows.//

Satoshi watched the few emotions that flickered in the boy's eyes, guessing that he was having a small discussion with Dark. He ended that by yanking the boy to him and kissing him again. The boy was soft in his arms, hands clutching Satoshi's shoulders, the soft mouth opening to him, letting him take control of the boy. He pushed the boy towards the bed, letting go of the lovely mouth and pushing him back to fall on the springy mattress.

He looked down at the boy, laying panting on his bed, lips parted slightly, eyes open but only a little and sprawled tauntingly on his back, spread over the comforter. Satoshi crawled up over him and leaned down, kissing him again. The boy's mouth was wonderful. He didn't think he ever wanted to let go of it. He let his hands do his thinking for him as he noticed he was unbuttoning Niwa's shirt. He pushed the white garment off the boy's shoulders and reluctantly parted with the boy's mouth to kiss his shoulder, fingers touching everywhere they could reach. He lifted the boy up and slid the shirt off, undoing the buttons on the cuffs and tossing the shirt aside.

He was making his way steadily over the boy's soft skin, when he felt warm fingers worm their way into his sweater. He shifted and allowed Niwa to remove it from his skin. He hissed softly, when gentle fingers pinched his nipples and then the boy's nails raked over his stomach. He bit the boy's skin sharply, trading pain with the boy, leaving a mark there. He kept going, his mouth covering the boy's skin with soft kisses.

((CUT IT OUT! NO! THIS IS A BAD IDEA AND YOU SHOULDN'T UNLESS YOU WANT THAT LITTLE BOY TO DIE!))

(Go watch.)

Satoshi let his sick humor allow him a grin as the snarling maniac moved to the back of his conciousness. He tugged gently at the boy's pants, unfastening them and pushing them down Niwa's legs. He flung the item away and leaned up, taking in the sight of the boy, sighing under him, naked and smiling softly. He let himself smirk and the boy sat up, fingers catching Satoshi's pants. There was a draft of air and he helped the other get the damn article of clothing off. Then he lay back over Niwa and gathered the boy to him, rubbing their skin together. The boy sighed under him, fingers clutching his sides.

"Sato... Sato..."

"Hn. Niwa."

The boy couldn't form his whole name, just the first two syllables, how interesting. He spread the boy's legs, sliding between them and lifting the boy's hips slightly. He leaned forward and brushed the boy's mouth, murmuring a little softer than he'd wanted.

"This will hurt. But only for a moment."

The boy smiled and kissed him back, nipping at his lips.

"I believe you."

Satoshi was permitted to moan then, and he did.

Daisuke looked up at the boy and smiled. He lifted his head and kissed the boy, nipping softly at that sweet mouth.

"I believe you."

The boy moaned over him and there was a moment of nothing, then, pain. It did hurt, but, oddly, it felt kind of good. The other boy kept pushing into him and Daisuke moaned softly, half from pain and half from pleasure. He pulled the boy's mouth down and kissed him, keeping himself occupied, those wonderful lips on his own. He'd wanted this for so long. After a while, nothing hurt, everything felt really REALLY good.

"NNNNNNnnnn... Sato.... OH! Satoshi... please...."

He whimpered softly, feeling the boy moving inside him. Satoshi's hands were on his hips, holding him while the boy moved in and out of him, touching him inside. He moaned and began to cry out the other boy's name as the boy began to thrust harder and faster, hitting something that blurred his vision.

"OH! SATOSHI!!!! OH GOD.... SATO!"

He moaned and screamed as the boy gave one more hard thrust into him and hit that spot, causing him to clench. He felt a warm wetness on his stomach and another warmth inside him. He sighed softly when Satoshi pulled out of him. But, that warm tounge touched his stomach, removing his own cum. Then, warm arms went around his shoulders and he layed his head on the other boy's chest.

"Sato-chan... Dear dear Sato-chan..."

He murmured softly, nuzzling the boy's shoulder sleepilly. Satoshi's voice was a lot warmer than he remembered it.

"Should we call your mother. To let her know where you are."

Daisuke groaned. He didn't want to move. He didn't think he could.

"Now?"

There was a soft brush on his forehead and the cool plastic of a phone touched his hand.

"I have a phone in here too."

"Oh."

Daisuke tiredly dialed his home and talked to his mother for a moment, letting her know that he was spending the night with Satoshi. He would see her later. He hung up and handed the phone to the other boy. Then, he removed the wire framed glasses and leaned over. He lay them by the phone and lay back down, burying his face in the boy's chest.

"Satoshi... Good night, and thank you..."

"Good night, Daisuke.... Dai-chan..."

Daisuke leaned up with a delighted smile.

"Hontou? For truely? SUGOI!"

Satoshi found himself with an armful of extatic Daisuke. He smiled and held the boy while the other scattered little kisses all over his face. The boy pulled up and hovered over him.

"Good night, Sato-chan. Sugoi..."

Satoshi leaned up and kissed the boy slowly, making him melt into him.

"Sleep."

"Okay."

"Mm."

Satoshi held the boy against himself and for once in his life, went to bed and actually slept, not passing out and waking up as though he hadn't slept. He slept and didn't even bother to get up early on a Saturday.

~OWARI~

Umm, SPRITE!!!! SUGOI! *waves the happy yaoi banner* *sings the happy yaoi song* YAOI! YAOI! HAPPY HAPPY YAOI! JA!

KARIE! *muah!*