Author's Notes: I wrote this after reading volume 2 of the manga, so that is when this drabble takes place. D.N.Angel belongs to its respective owners.

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Nightscape

Moonlight crept slowly across the expanse of the room. The sheer curtains billowed in the light breeze, fluttering against the grey walls. A laptop was pushed back against the floorboards, its screen now gleaming in the moonlight and the keys shining silver. The bed was empty.

With a groan, Daisuke Niwa opened his eyes. As he stared at the bleak ceiling he could see many things from the corner of his eyes: bedposts, a window, a computer and another body. The breeze skittered away from the curtains and played with the blanket wrapped around his lower body, leaving Daisuke to shiver and hug himself. There was movement beside him, and a hand grazed his bare shoulder, pulling him closer.

"You're cold."

"N-no, I'm fine."

"Liar."

With one fluid motion, Daisuke was rolled over and pressed against a smooth chest. He let out a shaky breath and smiled up at his companion before leaning into the warm body and shutting his eyes again.

Daisuke. Never relax around that kid I saw you with! Understand?

"Satoshi," he murmured sleepily, his arms circling the other's neck and his body rubbing against the carpeted floor as he nuzzled the hollow of that pale neck. Fingers weaved their way through Daisuke's short red hair, Satoshi watching him with clear, calm eyes. It was dangerous to be here, in Satoshi's room, wrapped in his arms, but it felt good to get attention from someone who understood him. Hadn't they all been using him; Mom and Grandpa to release Dark, Risa to go out with Dark, and Riku to get back at Risa?

It's possible, Daisuke thought lazily, that Satoshi just wants to catch Dark. But he must know ... and their bet ... what does Dark know that he isn't telling me?

If I can steal Euphelia's Nightscape you promise to never touch you-know-who. If I can't, then you can do whatever you want.

Satoshi was pressing him into the floor, pale blond hair framing his face and brushing against Daisuke's skin. The light strands blew like the curtains as the cool wind swept over their flushed bodies, and Daisuke reached up a hand and tucked the hair behind Satoshi's ear. They leaned in closer, breath mingling, eyes sliding shut, when the phone on Satoshi's desk rang, cutting through the silence.

"Satoshi," rang the voice on the phone as the answering machine kicked in, "another letter has been left by Dark. He'll be stealing the Statue of the Ancient Dragon tonight at eleven. Don't make me regret taking you in, understand?" There was a click, and the message was left burning in Daisuke's ears.

Another ... letter ...?

"Satoshi, I'd better g-" A warm mouth covered his own, and Daisuke moaned softly, drawing his schoolmate down toward the floor. The kiss left him dizzy enough that he forgot about the message, only recalling it when Satoshi caught his chin and gave him a haunting stare.

"If we stay here, nothing happens, right?"

"I-" Satoshi stroked his cheek and Daisuke swallowed his protests. "Right."

That night, Dark never showed up to steal the Ancient Dragon.

End