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Dark P.O.V

I am showering in the bathroom. I hear the bathroom door open, then close softly. The shower curtain is drawn back and I turn to see who has entered. Amidst the billowing steam of the hot water, I see a small spiky haired red head clad in a bathrobe.

Before I could stammer out a "Daisuke.", he lifts up a slender finger to my lips, telling me to shush. I am transfixed by those ruby red orbs looking deep into my eyes. He smiles in mischief and suddenly reaches down and takes hold of me. All I can manage is to gasp. My hands fall limply to my side.

His small artist's hands caress me lovingly, stroking with feather light touches. His thumb lingers at the tip where he then circles, over and over again. My breathing gets harsher. Then his gaze intensifies. making sure that i see what he is doing, he lowers his mouth to my member. He kisses the tip, then takes me whole into his mouth, his tongue flickering and licking everything.

I cannot take it any longer. I haul him up and press him against the wet bathroom wall. His red eyes gleam with lust and satisfaction. I push his head back and kiss him as though trying to devour him. I wish I could. He returns it with equal fervour, arms tangling around my neck, and legs around my waist. I push fully into him, his eyes close and his fingers grasp my hair tightly. A moan escapes his swollen lips.

I capture them again. With each thrust, his moans get more ragged and he pulls my hair harder.

Suddenly he stiffens and arches against me, crying out. His bathrobe is sodden with water by now. I push it apart and feast on his neck. I feel my release coming upon me. I let out a groan and pump into him as I come.

All is still and silent now. We both slide to the floor, one of my hands holding him close to me.

His face is buried in my chest, his body a comfortable fit against mine. There is a comfortable intimacy between us as we both lie like that, utterly spent, basking in the afterglow of incredible sex.

Then I woke up in my room. Alone with sticky sweaty sheets.

Narrator P.O.V

At this point, Dark sighed and closed his journal. Even writing it down gave him a hard-on. That was the strangest and most erotic dream he had ever had. He wouldn't mind having it more often though. It felt so real.

"Daisuke…."

What was it about him?

His innocence?

Big eyes?

Kindness?

That expressiveness?

The soft lips?

What was it about Dai-chan that was so dang attractive? Dark mused.

By morning, he had made up his mind.

He liked the entire package.

Background:

Dark and Daisuke had been living as separate entities for some time now. Nobody knows

how or why, but Dark just plopped back into the house one day and announced that he was staying there.

Naturally Emiko didn't mind. Neither did Daisuke, for that matter.

Daisuke and Dark were now in art college together. Their hobby? Stealing lost artifacts and returning them to museums. Fortunately for them both, Dark still retained his magic.

ok, that's for now! Review please, I don't know whether I should carry on with this story. Please give feedback!