Title: Smile

D.N. Angel: KradxDark

Disclaimer: I do not own D.N. Angel or any of it's characters.

Warnings! This contains a lemon (Graphic malexmale relationships) and should not be read by anyone sensitive to this material!

Before I had become aware of my blind flight to the dangerous (and usually off-limits) Niwa Manor, Dark had my body pinned underneath his, pooling salt water onto white sheets. Such a strange man, Dark was – here he was, always insulting me for my preference to white, and he sleeps with the pale color on his bed. Such a hypocrite.

I recall my wings being the only dry thing on my body before I was restrained onto the godly thing named Dark's bedchamber, feeling my body slide into the soft mattress and tangle with the sheets. Dark, his breath coming out in haggard huffs, froze from his perch, his legs straddling my hips, feeling the uncomfortable sting of sand, cloth and skin sliding against one another. I dared to look up, knowing those violet, swimming eyes would capture me again, steal my soul away and keep it for eternity.

Dark was trembling –trembling! – terribly, and I could feel it in the strong, sinewy muscles holding my shoulders. His tan skin pearled with the seawater, dripping down his body and strands of locks to pattern onto my soaked clothes. I could tell the expanses of my skin had been betrayed by my white clothing, but Dark's tight, black covering did not give way to my eyes. I was hungry to see more – everything – of Dark.

He seemed to be caught between a glare and a smirk when he looked at me, and his teeth flashed at me, "Get your damn gloves off your hands."

I was not partial to being ordered around, but Dark furthered his command by sitting up, his back arching back with feline grace, and peeling off his sleeveless shirt from his skin. My mouth couldn't help but salivate. It was something so erotic, but imamate, only for my eyes. My hands twitched, hyperaware of the cloth on them. Dark's skin begged to be touched, with my hands alone.

I had finally caught the great Phantom Thief Dark, and here I was, pinned down and limp at the sight of tanned flesh and lean, solid muscles flexing to remove the clothing from his chest. His stomach was flat and hard as steel, and his dusky nipples were pert, tight against his body. I must have let a slight moan escape, because the thief's lower half lurched against my groin, and his eyes flickered with desire.

To experience such abandonment, such need, such a weakness was not easy for me. I was, truly, afraid of Dark. He was so powerful, comfortable, able to be gentle and forceful when he pleased. My body felt like a pale tornado – uncontrolled fury and rage, unable to grasp tenderness without being shocked into submission. My heart was always pounding in swept up emotions, I could hardly tell the difference between them now, especially as a mortal. Here I was, though, subdued by my other half by kisses and guiding touches... those goddamned words Dark kept sliding out from between his lips.

"What can I do to make you smile, Krad?"

My name sounded like poison on his supple lips, and soon I found them on mine, licking, biting, nudging me open to play with my tongue. He moaned into my mouth, and I slipped off one of my white gloves, revealing my white fingers to touch Dark's back. He yelped from my frigid cold digits, and gave me a peculiar gaze, mere breaths away from my face. I blanched, afraid I had caused something to make all of this disappear. Dark was not going anywhere, this was not going to stop. He is mine; he must understand this.

Dark pulled my bare hand from his back and his huge, warm palms grasped my thin hands softly. I felt his body shift against mine, friction bursting between our groins, and my legs twitched. He chuckled, a damn smirk on his handsome face, and he brought my fingers to his lips. A ragged sigh escaped me as Dark's tongue darted out, and met my cold ring finger. He licked leisurely around my knuckles, and sucked it into his mouth. I wanted to let it out, let my voice betray what I was feeling, but my face must have been enough, for Dark's tongue whirled around my finger and he sucked slowly. It popped from his mouth, coated in his saliva, and I released a shuddering breath. His hand reached for my hair, as the other slipped off my other gloves and wrapped around it.

I felt my own coat and shirt slide from my body, into the growing heap of wet clothes near the bed, and the twinge of pain from my back reminded me that I had my wings still open, and the white feathers stuck everywhere – Dark's russet skin, my pale chest, our faces, the bed sheets.

Dark lowered his face to the junction of my beck, taking in my scent as I did his. It was beautiful, and made my mouth salivate terribly. He began sliding his tongue along my skin, in a long, sweeping motion up and down, adding a bite or nibble. I felt like fire was being set upon my skin, wonderfully burning but warming to my wet body. The summer air whispered between us and hushed away my gripping fear of Dark suddenly leaving.

He was not going anywhere.

"Damn it, Dark, on with it," I growled, my nails racking along his back. He glanced up at me; his tongue still suctioned to my collarbone, and grinned. I felt the shiver slide down his body and enter mine, as he hummed and latched onto my light nipple. His tongue ran over it slowly, and then flicked it rapidly, and our legs switched positions. He settled between my long limbs and my groin straddled his sharp hipbones, and I moaned that the feeling of Dark's thumping manhood against mine.

He released my abused nipple with a rather loud slurping sound, "As you please."

I watched as his mauve eyes chained to mine and his body slinked lower, and lower, and lower, until his beautiful, shimmering lips hovered above the latch of my trousers. The pulsating lump was hard to miss, but my manhood was restrained enough to not have an embarrassing tent. The look on Dark's face was indescribable as his talented, nimble fingers unhooked one, two, three of my buttons, and I felt my pants go slack around my waist.

I hissed as the warm air whipped around my now loose shaft, and blood thumped into it furiously. With an expert tongue, Dark widened his mouth and swallowed the head. I moaned and sat up on my elbows. I had to watch, to witness Dark's claiming of my body. His mouth accommodated me rather well, as his tongue lapped around it, and his cheeks sucked in to create that wonderful, wonderful pull on my manhood. Oh... ecstasy has never been so great as feeling Dark's lips tug on my skin. I thrusted sharply, and Dark laughed with his mouth around my shaft.

I threw my head back and let out the deepest moan, Dark's voice vibrating everything from my groin to my fingers. His hands played long my thighs as he pulled my white, soaked trousers off. I was left completely bare, wet, hot, and shaking. My wings fluttered slightly, sending another wave of white feathers to decorate the beautiful scene.

"Oh D-Dark..."

"Mmmm..."

He released me with a pop, making me shudder at how wanton he was, and he sat up, his fingers making work on his own black jeans. I watched as he put on a show for me, his eyes swirling and his fingers unsnapping the button... pulling down the zipper painfully slow, and revealing everything.

The jeans disappeared and soon, Dark's bare body laid on mine for the first time. HIS body and MY body... connected, in flesh, blood, bone. It was surreal as we both let out simultaneous sighs. My hair slid between our bodies, and my wings were pinned under my back again.

I thought about hiding them again, but Dark's mouth covered mine, "Seeing your wings makes me feel like I'm touching everything of you, Krad." He mirrored his words by brushed his tan hand along the junction of my wings, brushing along the feathers softly. He grinned at me, and I felt my eyes grow heavy, and I felt the strange sensation on my lips.

I must have smiled again, because the look on Dark's face was priceless. Widened eyes, dilated pupils, frozen face, breath rushing from his mouth, he was stunned into silence. I took the opportunity, and expertly flipped us around. I sat atop Dark's bare body again, lower to avoid the stiff member at attention from Dark's groin, my wings flared and my eyes scanning my prize. Mine. Mine, mine, mine.

Dark chuckled, eyes still wide, "I was top last time; I guess it's your turn."

I felt my face tug into a smirk, "I'm surprised you remember all those years ago."

"I remember everything." The words fell and made my entire being shudder. Dark voice was low, husky, and he touched my hip softly as I brushed my fingers against his neglected member. He hissed.

"I am yours, so do what you want."

I growled at him, my chest vibrating, and slid two fingers against Dark's lips. He smirked back at me, and eagerly sucked them in. Finally, I had control. Dark needed the comfort of knowing he wasn't completely submissive in a situation before giving way. But, oh, when he allowed himself to be helpless, Dark was irresistible.

Women could never see Dark like this. Dark was always too strong for women, but with me, he was mine. He would give himself to me because he knew I would take care of it, never break it. After years and year of trying to kill Dark, and before those years of being within Dark and him within in, I knew him.

He finished coating my fingers, and I pulled them away, down, down, down, to the tight ring of muscle at embodied Dark's desire. My manhood throbbed visibly as I pushed my single finger inside, feeling the undesired tightness absorb me. Dark let out a small mewl, and I almost caved in to making him face the pain. But, repressing that strange urge, I allowed him time. He wriggled rather cutely and sighed. I pulled out and added a second. He grunted this time, and I thrust in and out, in and out, before his hips snapped against my digits. I smirked.

"What do you want, Dark?" I whispered. I was pushing it, I know. I had to hear him say it.

The kaitou growled forcefully at me, like an angered panther, and I flashed my teeth at him in a challenge, "I want you inside me, you bastard. Just... Just, make me yours Krad."

I wanted to come on the spot so bad, but patience won out as I slid in a third finger with little pain. He moaned and muttered against my ministrations, before I coated my member with the dribbles of pre cum shrouding the top. I aligned us, placing Dark's knee junctions on my shoulders and rising to my knees. My wings steadied me, and Dark's eyes reflected what he saw in the moonlight pouring from the wide window of his room.

A white and blonde figure, huge wings curled and framing his body, tan legs supported on his shoulders, winked back at me. I closed my eyes, and embraced the feeling of Dark's heat engulfing my member as I shoved in.

It was so much hotter, tighter, exhilarating, than I ever remembered. Dark snarled and howled, and his emotions took mine for a loop as, in our connecting moment, we linked together in mind. We rode out the unbearable heat and stretching it took together, and then, we were moving together. Back and forth, back and forth, until I hit that one spot in Dark that made the utmost, terrible, pleading shout slip from his lips and lick at me like a fire.

"Again! ... Again, do it... again!"

I thrust harder and he shuddered, hearing the sounds of skin slapping skin, heaving breaths, guttural, vicious moans, and when I thought I was going to hold onto the tight heat of Dark forever... My kaitou shouted my name like prayer, an epiphany, and let his body explode.

"Krad!"

His walls constricted, tighter than I could handle, and it... tumbling over... my mind stopped... I spilt my seed deep into Dark, and sank on my knees, sighing, my breath pulsating to the spurts of seed pushing into Dark's body.

"Dark..."

We sighed and our bodies returned to a jelly-like state. My member slid from Dark's lubed entrance, and out of exhaustion, my wings retracted into my body and disappeared. I sat still, letting my orgasm wash over me, and then I felt Dark tug me down beside him. We breathed onto each other, emotionally and physically exhausted. I felt sleep try to slide in my vision, but pushed it back to see Dark's afterglow expression watching me with violet eyes reflected in moonlight. His fingers danced in my hair playfully as he kissed my cheek.

"Krad."

Such a simple name, and I smiled at him. Even when exhausted from love making, Dark's body sparked into overdrive again. That electrified me and we lay there, staring with haggard breaths, feeling the energy spurt to life again from simple looks, emotions, touches.

"If that's going to make you smile again, I have to do it more often," he snickered. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Silly kaitou..."

Dark frowned at me, "What? Did you not like it?"

I chuckled, "You want to know what makes me smile?"

Dark, floored, stared at me with the wonder of a child learning about the stars, "Yes. Tell me." His breath was slow and soft and I placed my forehead to his, such a strange motion for me to exhibit. It felt right.

"Belonging to you."

The wet sheets, the sticky bodies, the warm breeze, the breaths between us, everything disappeared when I saw Dark's eyes light up. He grinned wildly, like the old Dark I had known all of these centuries, whether I was trying to claim him with force or with love, and I felt our souls shift together. He was such a wild animal in everything he did, and his emotions were very heightened, so infecting, and I couldn't help but be swept away into velvet violet eyes.

"Then you are mine, forever, Krad. As long as it makes you smile."

Read & Review please! This was my 1st citrus at all, so let me know how I did and how I can make it better. And if you didn't get it by now, The 1st chapter was Dark's POV, and the 2nd was Krad's POV.

xoxo Seven