Chapter 1
Authors note: There will be a lemon and more of an intro as to how Daisuke got locked in Mr. Harada's den to begin with. Please review this is my first D N Angel fanfic and yaoi one but I'm an avid fan of the show and Daisuke/Hiwatari pairing it is so obvious and ment to be. And I love to write fluff AND hot lemons so look forward to that! X3
Daisuke glanced at the huge grandfather clock in the corner. Only half an hour 'till midnight, and he was stuck in this godforsaken room! It all seemed so unfair; he'd finally had a chance, well, more like an excuse to share a kiss with Risa and now this happens. Trapped, ALONE.
"DAMN!" He yelled, kneeling to the floor. He punched it in a brief flash of anger and sat down heavily on the Persian rug, covering his face with his hands. Things like this always happened to him, always. That was him, all right, clumsy Niwa. He'd probably have to stay in this room 'till the maids came in the morning to clean. But if he was lucky, someone might actually notice he wasn't there and raise the alarm. Yeah right, the only person who actually knew he was even at this party was Sahara, and the last time he'd seen him he was half-drunk and busy trying to chat up girls. He'd be at that all night, probably. Daisuke sighed heavily, dropping his hands from his face.
'Well, no use sitting here sulking, might as well try to entertain myself 'till I feel sleepy…I guess I can read a book or something.' Daisuke thought, gloomily. He stood up slowly, and blinked several times, teetering on his feet. Whoa, that's right, the only reason he'd mistook this room for the bathroom is because he was slightly tipsy. He steadied himself and squinted through the window with the bars. The moon was full; yet, he hadn't noticed how dark it actually was. He stumbled forward, waving his arms in front of him like some sort of zombie, attempting to feel his way across the room. He felt slightly stupid, tripping over furniture and catching his feet on the rug. "AHH!" He cried, as he tumbled over onto the leather sofa. He gasped as he realised he'd landed on something…No, someone. The someone groaned in pain and rolled over onto their back, it was obvious they had been asleep. Their breath smelled slightly of alcohol, and Daisuke knew this because he was lying directly on top of them. He blushed and mumbled a 'sorry' at their compromising position before attempting to roll off of them. He was about halfway off before the person shot out an arm and pulled him back on top of them. Their arms encircled his waist and pulled him close in a tight embrace, resting their head on his shoulder, their breath tickling his ear. Daisuke was confused and more than a little embarrassed, he politely didn't say anything and instead tried to disengage himself from them, but they pulled him even closer, and wrapped their legs around his. Daisuke could tell it was a boy now, as his stomach was in direct contact with the other boy's groin. The boy moaned slightly and ran one hand through Daisuke's hair, slowly, almost lovingly. Daisuke was a little scared now, and he thought he'd better say something before things got out of hand.
"Um, e-excuse me? Could you let me go…Please?"
The boy shifted violently underneath Daisuke, as though he was jolted out of a deep slumber. There was a prolonged silence, both were as still as the dead. Then…
"Niwa…?" asked a familiar voice.
"Hiwatari?!"
Hiwatari hurriedly unwrapped his legs and pushed Daisuke off him, for which Daisuke was grateful. This was all too weird.
Hiwatari sat up on the couch and flicked the desk lamp on, filling their corner with light. Daisuke blinked and stared at Hiwatari. His tie was loose, the freshly ironed, white shirt unbuttoned at the front, revealing his chest and torso. Periwinkle locks were messy and dishevelled, hanging in front of his eyes that were blurry and unfocused without his glasses. He rubbed them and looked blearily at Daisuke, sitting on the floor again with a confused expression on a rather flushed face. He'd obviously been drinking, too, he thought.
"What are you doing in here?" They said in unison.
Hiwatari smiled faintly, and patted the sofa. "Sleeping, until you very rudely straddled me."
Daisuke started, blushing, and crossed his arms defiantly. "I was locked in here by that butler, and I was trying to find my way out until I fell! I didn't…didn't straddle you!"
Hiwatari closed his eyes briefly and crossed his arms too, subtlety mimicking Daisuke. "I know that, I was only teasing." He said. His voice held overtones of amusement. Daisuke looked away and pouted slightly, but said nothing. The older boy stood up and offered a hand to him. "We should at least try to find a way out."
Daisuke agreed and accepted the hand, pulling himself to his feet.
"I've already tried to find a way out, but…I dunno, you're smarter than me, maybe you can think of something." Daisuke said, not looking at him. Hiwatari glanced sideways at the red head, noticing his cheeks were still rather pink. Uh oh, had something happened? Knowing his tendency to talk in his sleep…it was more than likely. Hiwatari wouldn't lie to himself, he frequently had dreams about the other boy. Some, quite…provocative. He just liked everything about him, except for the fact he had the phantom thief Dark inside of him. He hated that side, it was bittersweet, Daisuke was both the man he hated and the boy he liked. But really, Daisuke was irresistible. The way he could never hate his friends, the cute way he looked when he was embarrassed, and those soulful, expressive red eyes. His smile, his voice, his body, his smell… He shuddered and walked quickly to the door, breathing heavily. Hiwatari had great trouble holding himself back around Daisuke, every look, every accidental touch made him fill to the brim with emotion, with lust, sometimes so intense he was sure Krad would burst forth out of his body. Tonight was especially difficult, his senses were blurred and his mind loose, the alcohol was still pumping through his body. His vision began to swim in and out, his fingers felt numb but he could feel the sweat on his palms. He placed one hand on the doorknob but didn't attempt to turn it, merely stood there, swaying slightly.
Daisuke turned and looked quizzically at him, taking a few steps forward. "Hiwatari? Did you hear me? Hiwatari? What…what's wrong?"
The older boy's shoulders shook, and without warning he collapsed.
"HIWATARI!" cried Daisuke, lunging forward to catch him. His catlike reflexes were finely tuned thanks to his phantom thief training, and he managed to get to him before he hit the floor. Daisuke had never been so thankful for these skills, for there, inches from his friend's head, there were nothing but, cold, hard tiles.
Daisuke grunted with the effort of hoisting Hiwatari up, but he was strong and managed to drag him over to the leather couch.
Daisuke mothered him for a while, plumping up the pillows and checking his temperature, and then he focused on trying to wake him up. He didn't know what had happened, and was oblivious to the fact that he had been extremely close to being locked in the room with Krad. Hiwatari had fainted with the effort of trying to contain his emotions, in other words, he had protected Daisuke. He couldn't sense Dark in Daisuke very strongly, so had he turned into Krad, Daisuke would have been defenceless.
Daisuke began by shaking him slightly, calling his name, touching his face. Hiwatari's eyes fluttered open, but they were blank. Daisuke was truly worried now, what if he needed medical help? But he pushed these thoughts away. There was nothing he could do now; he'd done all he could. He'd have to play the waiting game and hope that Hiwatari would come to. He surveyed the large room, his gaze wandering over the many leather-bound books, the bar with numerous labels of whisky and rum, the huge portraits of the Harada twins. Daisuke's heart skipped a beat and he stood up quickly in shock, spinning around to look at the grandfather clock. '5 minutes to midnight?! No…NO! I'll never get out of here in time.' He thought, sinking down into the couch next to Hiwatari. He almost sobbed in disappointment, he had dreamed of this night for so long, and now his plans were all in tatters. Instead of being with Risa, dancing, having fun, and possibly sharing a kiss…He had been stuck in her father's den for half an hour, with Hiwatari. Not that he disliked Hiwatari, quite the opposite really. Despite their destinies and family heritage claiming that they were to remain sworn enemies for all of time, they had grown to respect each other and even were showing signs of friendship. Daisuke sighed for what seemed like the millionth time that night, and turned to check Hiwatari's temperature again.
"WOW!" He exclaimed, recoiling slightly with the heat. "Oh, you're burning up…" 'Poor Hiwatari, he doesn't seem well at all…' He stroked his forehead, a sympathetic look gracing his face. Hiwatari shifted around in his sleep and hummed contentedly, leaning into his touch. Daisuke stopped abruptly and stared at Hiwatari wonderingly. He didn't think he was imagining it. Curious now, he moved his fingers across Hiwatari's forehead, making his way slowly down to his neck and ear. Hiwatari sighed and Daisuke thought he saw a flicker of a smile play across his lips. He touched them briefly, they were a delicate pink colour, and so supple. They sprang back when his fingers left them, and the smile was very noticeable now. He traced the line of his jaw and gently, with one finger, tenderly stroked a line down his bare chest. Hiwatari breathed heavily and the softest moan escaped his lips as he arched his back, pressing himself onto Daisuke's tentative hand. Daisuke blushed deeply, he couldn't believe he was getting such a reaction from him, couldn't believe he was even doing this, and yet…it wasn't unpleasant as such. His skin was hot, and it felt good under his fingers.