MineGeorgi: Sorry this took ages. But I promise we make up for the lateness with a treat in this chappi! It's also kinda like a prezzi to you guys for being such loyal reviewers! Ok, PREVIOUSLY: Dai and Satoshi have kissed twice (Yay!), the second time they transformed but Krad and Dark ended up in their tamers' bodies with Dai and Satoshi unconscious. You following? Well done. Dark's been accused of being gay while Krad got dragged off to the girls' toilets. Enjoy!
LookitDom: Since MineGeorgi has already apologised, I will give warning. Both me and MineGeorgi are in our GCSE years at our school (GCSE's are very important to year 10 and 11's in Britain, they determine whether or not you get into college by how good your grades are etc.) and so we both might be busier than usual, I'm sorry but that's how it is. I also have to prepare for…5 birthdays in the next 2 weeks, my money will be low but that is why my birthday is in November, so people can give me money then to make up for it. Anyway, ENJOY!
Krad left the girls toilets feeling quite proud of himself after successfully escaping the rope he was tied up in and tying the other girls up in it instead. There were so many of them tied together that he doubted they would all fit through the door to get out again.
It had been easier than he'd thought, really. All he had to do was wink at a few of them and make a couple of lewd comments. Although he did get a little angry when they thought he was doing bondage and that they were saying his Satoshi's name in a way that sent chills down his spine.
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Dark seethed as he walked the grounds of Daisuke's school.
Gay? Me? Ha! The thief kicked a water bottle that had been left on the floor by some careless student.
I'm not sure about Daisuke, but I'm not gay! No way! His thoughts carried him further until he walked into another student. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he forgot to look where he was going.
"Ah! Sorry, my mista-" Dark never finished his sentence as his eyes laid upon the form of Satoshi, the student whom he had bumped into.
'Satoshi' raised an eyebrow at the red head. "Dark," he greeted, grinning, remembering the scene earlier with Riku and fully intending to use it to his advantage.
Dark almost forgot that it was Krad and not the creepy boy he loved to terrorise.
"Krad," he growled, certainly not in the mood for a barrage of insults from the fallen angel. "Shouldn't you be getting your pretty boy ass somewhere safer? Say . . . somewhere that you aren't at the mercy of the female population?"
Krad scowled. So he'd heard about the Incident, as he'd labelled it. Well, he and the Incident could both go to Hell. And he'd happily give them the tickets and drive them to the station.
"I'm a pretty boy, am I? It's nice to know I appeal to you even in this form." Damn. Dark wasn't rising to the bait.
"I hope you realise," the thief began with a smirk, "that there are a group of girls around that corner."
The comment had the desired effect as Krad span round to stare, wide-eyed with fear, in the direction of high-pitched chatter that was drawing slowly closer.
"Damn you," he hissed. "At least I appeal to girls whatever form I'm in. Whereas you obviously have no qualms about raping any guy that just happens to be standing near you!"
Dark glared at the angel. "I would thank you kindly to not mention that! I wasn't raping anyone damnit!" Dark grinned. "Although when will I ever thank the likes of you?"
Krad opened his mouth to retaliate but was cut short as he realised the high-pitched chatter and the sound of light footsteps were drawing ever so closer. He cursed under his breath and pushed Dark, or Daisuke, into an abandoned shed. The thief tried to fight back but found his strength had vanished, so all he could do was let Krad, or Satoshi, push him into the shed and let the angel lock the door behind them.
Dark raised an eyebrow as the blue haired boy rested against the door, only to tense up again as the sound of girls' voices sounded outside. They soon disappeared and Krad released a breath that he hadn't realised he was holding.
"Scared of a bunch of high school girls, Krad?" Dark smirked.
"I'll never let them touch my Satoshi!" came the snarled response. He twisted round, and was instantly glad Satoshi was so thin as he missed the metal pole that crashed down behind him.
"Don't tell me you're clumsy as well."
Krad could hear the smugness Dark's voice and it set his teeth on edge. How was it that the bastard could look like a dork but still insert a swagger into his tone? While he was stuck in this sickly frame that for some reason girls loved. In normal circumstances that last point would be a plus, but in this body he couldn't fight the fanatical bitches off!
And the door wouldn't open.
The damned door wouldn't open! But doors were built for opening! A door that wouldn't open was like, like . . . he had no idea but he was certain it would be like something that shouldn't be.
Dark stopped his snickering for a moment when he caught a glimpse of Krad's frustrated expression.
"No way," he murmured into the gloom.
Krad didn't even dignify the remark with an answer. He just stared out of the grimy window, debating what their chances were of getting out. No, he corrected, MY chances of getting out.
Dark briefly considered pushing past him to open the door, but didn't want to fail and give the so-called 'angel' another reason to jab at him. Maybe if he punched through the window . . .?
A faint suggestion of nausea swept over him and was gone. He clutched his head and moaned inwardly, unsure of what had caused it. Almost unconsciously, his hand moved downwards until it hovered just above the Bearer's resting place against his chest.
Dark's eyes snapped open as the feeling occurred again, but this time it didn't disappear. It was that damned locket! He should have spent his time trying to get it off rather than wandering around and aimlessly ranting!
Dammit!
. . . become whole . . . two of one . . . united . . .
That voice . . . it was a voice, wasn't it? Dark could barely tell. It came from somewhere he couldn't see, somewhere deep within himself, and it felt familiar.
. . . come together . . . you are meant to be . . . together . . . always . . .
His vision was hazy. Everything felt wrong. His clothes were tighter; he stood taller, and a peculiar strength he had missed seemed to flow back into his limbs.
Barely a metre away from him he dimly noticed that Krad had changed back into his own form, but was carrying an odd expression. As if he too was perhaps experiencing the same thing.
There! That was it! A thought . . . a thought he needed . . . what he'd thought just now, about Krad . . . it was important for some reason . . . Dammit, why was it so hard to think?
An image flashed across his mind, burned itself into his soul. A young girl, pale in all her ghostly glory. And a faint, golden aura that caressed her beautifully fair skin.
And then she was gone, and Dark was suddenly very aware that Krad was right in front of him, and that right now, here in this dark, dismal shed, he wanted Krad very much.
In the back of his brain, the rational part of his mind wondered why he wasn't the least bit shocked. The sane part of his mind was busy screaming at him to be shocked. But suddenly it was just very, very easy to ignore both of them.
He staggered forwards, propelled by some invisible weight thrown into him. Krad did the unthinkable and caught him, dazedly. Dark stared up into rich, golden eyes, sharp and piercing.
Lazily, he pulled himself upright and leaned forward, catching a wisp of gold between his lips. He gently pulled the strands away from his face, wondering at how they glinted in the murk like so much liquid light.
A hand was placed on the back of his head, pulled him closer so their noses just brushed. His lips parted without conscious thought, and that seemed enough invitation for the tongue that then entered.
It was warm; everything was so warm. He had no idea when he'd closed his eyes, but soon he was only aware of soft moans filling the still air. A slender hand moved to the small of his back, and then lower. Dark responded, gently grinding his hips against Krad's.
Another low moan from the angel, and then their hands were moving faster. They moved against each other is an almost drugged state, this instilled passion never quite reaching a frenzy.
And then it snapped. The overpowering sensation that had driven them drained away in a second. The world came rushing back to Dark with amazing clarity.
Suddenly every sound, every taste, every touch, every illicit movement they made was theirs and theirs only. No outside influence. No interruptions.
But that just made it so much harder to stop.
What had been a controlled fervour now became an undeniable thirst for the other. Their hands no longer cared where they roamed and their lips and tongues fought more harshly for dominance.
Dark's blood was racing, pounding in his ears. He dropped to his knees, shaking with need as he undid the zipper of Krad's trousers. He pulled them down, along with the boxers, vaguely aware of heavy panting above him.
Almost tentatively, he ran his tongue along Krad's length, noting with glee the shudder of pleasure it caused in Krad. Longing to quench this desire he dipped his head and painfully slowly took Krad's hardened member into his mouth.
Krad's whole body jerked and he thrust his hips so hard that Dark almost choked. One hand tangled itself in Dark's purple locks as he cried out words of ecstasy and encouragement.
They moved together, bound together, and for a few brief seconds were one and the same . . .
Dark gasped and pulled away in shock, watched as Krad slumped to the floor. The taste in his mouth made him gag, even want to vomit. But worse, so, so much worse . . .
"Oh god," he whispered. "Oh god."
Krad looked horrified. He had good reason to.
Dark grabbed the Bearer and pulled at it frantically, hating it, trying to throw it off, but merely ended up with burnt fingers. The shock pervaded his whole body; even a few hot, salty tears began to flow.
He ignored Krad completely, daren't look at his face, but knew all the same that his body was also wracked with shivers. It was too much. He threw up.
MineGeorgi: So would you call that a lemon or a mini-lemon?
LookitDom: . . .(had to draw a nude hairy man with a beer belly for art today and now just had to read this.). . .(has an overload and sits twitching in a corner)
MineGeorgi: LookitDom got scared. So as you probably guessed I got to write the fun bits! Please let me know what you think of my first real attempt at citrus. xx
LookitDom: FIRST REAL ATTEMPT! Yeah right. I know you better than that!
MineGeorgi: Oh yeah, one more thing. I'd like to make a request if you guys don't mind. If any of you are pretty good artists and like this story, would you be happy to make me a picture of the scene in this chappi? Not the explicit bit, but maybe the part where their noses are just touching? Or anything else like that from this fic. Something that feels kinda intense. If no one wants to then I don't mind, but if you do then send an email with the link to whatever site you decide to put it on. Or you could send it as an attachment I guess. Thanks! Lovin you all! xx