My first D.N.Angel story but most certainly not my first slash. This is just a little prologue, to introduce the story to you.
"Why are you running away?"
It was always the same. Each month he would receive a new master. Each month he would try so hard to run from the fate that bound itself to him. His masters were always cruel. They always wanted a piece of him. They didn't even bother letting him settle into a new home before trying to rip his clothes off. And over the five years that this went on, the sex slave Daisuke Niwa got used to it. Of course, he would still try to run, but he knew his chances of escaping were very little.
He was right. His master (named Koharu) grasped his wrist and yanked him back towards him, pushing Daisuke against his chest. Daisuke mentally rolled his eyes and slipped into seductive mode. No use waking up beaten and bloody: if he gave them what they wanted they'd usually leave him alone.
Daisuke mashes his lips against his master's, tasting the alcohol on his breath. He bit Koharu's lips, seeking entrance, and his master eagerly obliged. Daisuke slipped his tongue in and began a battle for dominance—Koharu was weak and obviously not as experienced as Daisuke. He succumbed easily to the sensation and collapsed onto the floor even before the orgasm.
Sighing, Daisuke picked him up and laid him on the bed, covering him up with a thin blanket. Meet fifteen year old Daisuke. He pushed his sanguine bangs out of his ruby eyes and collapsed onto the floor, shaking with exhaustion. His pale skin tingled suddenly. The lack of sleep and food obviously goes to the brain sometimes, and for Daisuke it was now.
"Another Master…I cannot take it anymore."
He gazed out of the window and into the starless night. I could escape…no one would notice. Subconsciously his fingers trail to a scar along the back of his neck. The last time he had tried escaping he had been halfway hanged to death. Not an incident he was willing to repeat. So instead he curled up at the foot of the bed and drifted into an untroubled sleep, happy that he was saved from being defiled by another heartless whore.