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Chapter One

Fishnet and Bandages

Dark walked down the hallway, making sure to keep to the shadows. He passed by an open doorway quickly, checking to make sure if he had been seen. Seeing no one, he smirked, approaching his desired piece of art.

He skillfully hacked into the lock, opening the glass safe. As he grabbed the goblet, he heard a yell.

"Down here!! I see him!!"

He turned abruptly, ready to bolt. But about twenty police officers charged past the doorway, not even seeing him, and headed further down the hall.

Who the Hell had they seen that they thought it was him? Then it hit him.

"Krad," he muttered under his breath in annoyance.

Krad?! screamed Daisuke in the back of the thief's mind. What's he doing here?!'

Maybe helping us out? thought Dark sarcastically as he jumped onto a windowsill. He summoned Wiz, flying high into the air.

Now, come on, Dark, why would Krad want to help us?

I don't know, maybe he likes you, Daisuke. Dark smirked.

'HE DOES NOT!! The answer was so loud, it made the thief cringe.

No, you're right... that would be Satoshi.

Daisuke blushed. Don't use his first name so easily. And do you really think so?

Dark smiled. How am I supposed to know? Why don't you ask hi—

Something slammed into the side of his body, sending him and it through a glass window.

"Oof!" He hit the floor roughly. What the hell had—

"Hello, Dark Mousy."

He gave a start as he looked in the direction the voice had come from. "Krad..." he growled.

The angel in front of him only smirked. Krad was on his feet already, leaning back. White bandages wrapped around his forearms and hands, leaving his fingers bare. They also wrapped around his feet and toes. He wore a sleeveless white shirt with a high collar that reached his chin and white cotton pants that were laced up the sides.

Dark looked away, mentally cursing his counterpart for being so damn hott (yes, with two t's). But then again, he did look almost exactly like himself.

Dark wore similar clothing, but instead of white cotton, he wore black leather, and besides bandages, he had fishnets on his forearms and hands, and he wore shoes—black, of course.

Krad magically pieced together the shards of glass littering the floor to reform the now broken window.

As soon as the smirk had appeared, it was gone. He came in front of the thief, staring at him with something new in his eyes. Dark had his legs spread in front of him, leaning on his hands behind him. He was glaring, and when he saw the look he was giving him his eyes only narrowed further. The look of lust was something Krad would only take on if he was on a killing spree. He seriously needed to get over this blood lust problem of his. But even Krad knew when the time was right to just stay in the shadows and to kill as many as he wanted (if such a time existed).

So you could understand why this would mildly, only mildly, scare the fuck out of anyone.

Dark was strangely used to this, however, and had no problem keeping his voice threatening. "Krad, did you come to kill me? A little soon, don't you think?"

Krad didn't break his stare, his golden eyes passing over every inch of the black angel's body. Trying to decide which part to cut off first, Dark reasoned.

"Oh, I know that, Dark. It's far too soon to kill anyone, much less you, at the moment."

"What did you crash me through a closed window for, then?!" Dark was starting to lose his patients. What else could the bloodthirsty bastard want?

The blond's eyes stilled on his crotch, but went up to meet his angry gaze. "I came here to fuck you."

All previous analyzing flew out the window and was replaced with momentary shock. It took a moment for this to process. "What!?" he and Daisuke seemed to scream at once. He jumped, forgetting about his tamer the moment Krad had knocked him out of the sky.

Krad cocked his head to the side, slightly amused. "Hello, Daisuke-sama."

In Dark's mind, the eighth grader blushed, unused to the suffix.

"If I were you," continued the white angel, "I would go to sleep. You don't want to witness this." He stepped forward.

DARK, GET OUT OF THERE!! screamed Daisuke. The thief responded by flexibly twisting his body, getting ready to pounce in the opposite direction. He was about to run when a pale arm wrapped around his waist, another around his chest. He was pulled onto his ass, flush against Krad's chest. He was sitting between the blond's legs, but didn't like the feeling of having the psychotic angel behind him, or this close.

"Hn. After helping you out back at the museum, this is the thanks I get?"

Dark scowled. "So it was you."

"Of course," Krad mumbled into the back of the purple haired's neck. "Who else looks exactly like you? With the exception of color preferences, we could be twins."

"We are," Dark growled, eyes on the arms holding him.

"Hmm," the white angel rested his chin on his counterpart's shoulder, resulting in the later turning his head away in disgust. "We were sculpted at the same time. But since I'm no fan of incest, I'd say that we are extended, vary far so that no one can find out how we are related, coming from different fathers and mothers, never knew that the other other existed until we met in London—or Paris, whichever you prefer—, our sisters are best friends, and are—somehow—twin brothers."

Dark was staring ahead, trying to follow this. "Krad, we don't have sisters, remember?"

"I'm just making this up as I go along." He bit on the thief's earlobe. Dark gasped.

"Krad?" he said uncertainly as said angel's hand started to crawl up his shirt. "Krad!" He said more firmly, grabbing the hand violating him. This behavior was very new. It was starting to scare him. "Krad, cut it out! You're really starting to creep me out. Are you feeling okay?"

"Wonderful."

"Then, why are you doing this?"

"Why?'" Krad repeated. He licked behind his prey's ear.

Dark tried to bite back a moan, but the other still heard it. He cursed his body. Krad smirked at what he had found. He licked it again, reveling in the soft moan it caused. "Well," lick, "you see, Dark" lick, "I've noticed you a lot lately."

Dark tried to break free from the grasp, but Krad was stronger than him.

"I've grown a little bit stimulated." He bit the skin this time, causing Dark to go slack in his arms, letting go of Krad's hand subconsciously. Krad didn't go up, but down.

Dark let out a strangled cry as a bandaged palm wrapped around him. "Krad, no! Why do you—"

"I already answered that question, Mousy." His tormentor stroked freely, ignoring the loud protests.

Dark growled in his throat. This was totally out of character. He knew his counterpart was up to something. Daisuke was asleep, probably from his long day at school, so he didn't have to deal with that. He needed to distract him somehow. He got an idea.

He was panting from Krad's insistent stroking. "But," he managed to get out through gritted teeth, "Why me?"

Krad bit the back of his neck, making him wince. He was smashed into the ground, the blond straddling his waist. He stared up at him, for he was completely serious, if not grim.

"What?" he knew his counterpart was insane, but was he bipolar as well?

The angel brushed Dark's cheek with his fingertips. "You... you look almost exactly like me, making you the hottest kokuyoku I've ever lay eyes on—with the exception of me, of course." Dark glared at him. Krad leaned down, their noses centimeters away from toughing. The black angel blushed. From the... closeness... cough... yeah... Nothing else could explain it, right? Intimacy issues... cough...

"But we think differently. We have different wishes and dreams. We share only one likeness: the need to kill each other. You are not me. And that is why it is you."

The one below him raised an eyebrow. What was he talking about?

"I could never love me. No one can love me."

Those last five words shot through Dark like bullets from a gun. This... wasn't one of his schemes, was it? Love... Krad wouldn't use that word like it had meaning. But why was he bringing this up at a time like this, after four hundred years of sworn hatred, why was he dragging him—his rival—into this?

And why did what he said sound so... impossible? No one could love him? No one? Anyone could be loved. That's what Dark had found out when Risa had confessed her love to him. But... this was Krad.

"The one joy I have is killing, so I wasn't surprised when I was attracted to the person I have sworn to kill. But I am incapable of feeling emotions. I can not love."

No. No. Wrong again. Everyone had the capacity to love someone else. Impossible. Or was it? This was KRAD. Was it so unbelievable?

"This is the way I was made. It can't be helped. But I know that if I could love someone... It would be you."

Dark could only stare, his mind going haywire at those simple words. Loved... by Krad? Was that allowed? Wasn't that illegal? He tried to form words to acknowledge what the blond had said, while trying to feel disgusted at the same time. He was usually good at multitasking. Not this time.

"Um... thanks... I think..." Dark wanted to slap himself for his utterly stupid answer. By the look on Krad's face, he could tell that the angel had thought it was the wrong thing to say to his comment, as well. He rolled his eyes.

"But, as I have said, I can not love. So I will have to settle with this."

He flipped the still confused thief onto his stomach, tearing his pants off (literally) in the process. He had ripped off Dark's shirt before Dark knew what was happening. "No! Wait! Krad!" He tried to rise, but a firm hand on his back held him securely to the ground. "Please! Stop!"

"No." The voice was deadly. Krad forced his counterpart's bottom into the air. He quickly slipped his own pants down before ramming himself into his entrance.

Dark screamed in pain. "KRAD!!"

But the white angel ignored him, ramming in and out as hard as he could. Blood helped to lubricate the motion.

Dark was breaking. This was the worst feeling ever. This unbearable pain—no, this was agony. Brutal, sadistic rape that tore at his brink of sanity. This was... this was...

This was the only way Krad knew how to love.

His incapability to feel emotion... it would drive anyone insane.

Dark tried to stop screaming and clenched his teeth, just taking it.

He suddenly understood his other half a lot better. The fact that he had to be raped by him to do so made him hate himself. The need to feel something led him to his first killing. The need to feel love, or something close to it, had driven him to this.

But, Krad, he mentally noted, sex isn't an emotion. Ecstasy is a sensation with no core cause but the body. Emotion is from the heart.

Krad slumped over Dark, panting as he shot deep inside of him. Dark stayed where he was, shaking, forehead resting on the ground. Krad didn't pull out for a while, trying to catch his breath.

You can't have a heart without emotion.

He felt Krad's heaving chest upon his bare back, Krad's pounding heart in tune with his own.

And, Krad... You have one.

KDSD..KDSD

A.N. Well, there goes the first chapter. I had to edit it, because when I wrote it first, Dark was being a pussy. That wasn't very Dark-like. I know Dark was a little pussy-ish at the end, but he was being raped by Krad, and well, who wouldn't be? So, tell me what you think. First fic, but I've been writing for almost six years, now, so it'll help a lot in my professional writing, so tell me how to improve! Love ya! BLC out!