Okay, this is my first attempt at a songfic. Please be gentle… I bruise easily… ;

Disclaimer : I do not own D.N.Angel, nor do I own Razorblade Kiss. That would be H.I.M that does.

Razorblade Kiss

"DAAARK!" The loud scream pierces the night as the hunter chases his prey through the cold, dark night. He pulls out a feather, throwing it at his prey, the one and only thief extrodinare, Dark Mousy.

Dark dodges with ease, smirking back at the hunter.

"You can't catch me, you know that, right Krad?" He yells back at the blonde.

I taste death in every kiss we share

Every sundown seems to be the last we have

Your breath on my skin has the scent of our end

I'm drunk on your tears, Baby, can't you see it's hurting

Krad only catches up to the black winged thief, grabbing his wrist as he plummets down to the ground. The two fall to the ground.

"I think… I just did." Krad says. Dark only smirks, until he feels the cold lips of the hunter onto his. He only stares in shock at Krad.

Yet, Dark wanted this. He openly kissed the blonde back. Krad bit onto Dark's lower lip, drawing crimson blood from Dark's lip.

Every time we touch we get closer to heaven


And at every sunrise our sins are forgiven


Uh.uh


You on my skin this must be the end

Krad licks the blood from the thief's lip, smiling psychotically as he pulled back. Dark threw Krad off of him, staring in some shock at the homicidal hunter.

"What was that for?" Krad only continued to smile, as he went back to the thief slowly.

"Oh, you already know why…" Krad says seductively, as his lips plunge onto Dark's once more.

The only way you can love me is to hurt me again


And again


Your love is a razorblade kiss


Sweetest is the taste from your lips

Dark tried not to moan as he once more came into Krad's clutches. The hunter moved his lips to Dark's ear. Dark felt his hot breathe and the rhythm of his breathing in his ear. It felt nice compared to the cold air around them.

Krad nibbled on Dark's earlobe. Dark only sat there, enjoying this new kind of 'torture' from him.

Dark then pulled away, planting a kiss on Krad's lips instead of the other way around.

Your love is a razorblade kiss


Sweetest is the taste from your lips


Oh the taste from your lips, my Darling


Taste from your lips, oh my Love