I wrote this story about 4 or 5 years ago. That was back when I really liked Super!Uke!Daisuke. You might want to go get some chips and salsa to go with this queso.

Edit!: I revised this chapter and there is now 70% less schmoop. As for the remaining 30% of schmoop…um…well…just…LOOK OUT! I also reduced DaisUKE's ukeness by half.

Disclaimer: I don't own DNAngel. It owns me.

Warnings (for the whole story): Yaoi and maybe some sexy time? Mmhmm yes, just what you're here for ;D ;D

Daisuke was sitting at his desk at some unknown hour way past midnight, dressed in his pajamas and holding a pencil in his hand. He had put the pencil to paper and then had proceeded to sit motionless for quite some time as the minutes audibly ticked by on his clock. He sighed. What was he doing here? He wasn't inspired to draw anything. He hadn't had any inspiration in a long time. He was in the grips of a bad case of artist's block. Plus he was exhausted, even though he had already slept for several hours earlier that evening while Dark had been out. Just the thought of that made him grip his pencil until his knuckles turned white. Dark had not been out thieving that night, and when he went out for pleasure, he always asked Daisuke to go to sleep beforehand. Daisuke contained his irritation stoically, but deep inside it made him sick with fury. He wasn't a child—he had a pretty good idea of what Dark got up to on his own time. And he did not approve.

He had come in through his bedroom window only an hour ago, once Dark had finally allowed him to regain control of his own body. He had dragged himself to bed, feeling like he had cement blocks tied to his feet, but once he got under his blankets he had remained awake, left to toss and turn due to the nervous buzzing in his mind he couldn't tune out. So he had gotten up again and picked up his pencil hoping he could finally get the catharsis he had been craving.

He pressed the pencil down hard and dragged it across the paper slowly, making a dark, heavy line that imprinted itself into the next three sheets below, until the lead punctured through the page and began ripping a giant hole it it before it eventually broke off.

Well, he wouldn't call it art, but it helped to relieve some of the anger and frustration. At least a little, anyway.

"Dark?" he finally said, unsure as to whether or not the thief was still awake.

"Hmm?" Dark answered, sounding drowsy.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Nobody's stopping you."

Daisuke stayed quiet and began fidgeting with his pencil.

"Well?"

"What if my sacred maiden never returns my feelings?"

Dark tutted softly—perhaps a touch disappointedly even."Don't worry about it Daisuke. Risa's going to warm up to you one of these days."

"No, she likes you Dark, not me. Besides..." Daisuke hesitated a second before forcing the words out: "it's not her I'm worried about anymore."

"Oh? When did this happen?" Dark's intonation made Daisuke picture him settling in for a good piece of gossip.

"I don't know when exactly; I guess it started kind of awhile ago. But it's someone I can never have, and I'm just afraid that…" He faltered again, unable to find a way to succinctly express the rest of his thoughts.

"That you'll be stuck with me for the rest of your life?" Dark finished, partially joking. There was a long pause before Daisuke spoke again.

"I used to hate you, Dark."

"I know."

"I thought you had ruined my life. You took over my body, and you took away the only girl I ever had feelings for—"

"You know I can't help it if Risa likes me—"

"But now I don't care about any of that. If my sacred maiden were to ever return my feelings, you would disappear, right?"

"Yes. Daisuke, you know this already."

"But what if…"

"What if what?"

"What if you…" He trailed off again, losing his nerve as usual. Dark waited for the continuation, but it never came.

"Daisuke, you're exhausted. Go to sleep. We'll talk about this in the morning, okay?"

"No! Dark, listen to me! I have to know now!"

"Then finish your sentences!"

"This isn't easy for me to say! Just tell me—what do you really think of me?"

"What do I…? How do you mean?"

"Do I annoy you? Do you wish you could just take over my body all the time and make me disappear, just like I used to wish about you?"

Daisuke waited, but Dark didn't make a peep. In a quieter voice, nearly a whisper, he added: "Do you hate me?"

"No! No, Daisuke, I don't hate you. What would make you think such a thing?"

"I'm kind of a bother for you sometimes, aren't I? Nights like tonight for example. You would rather not have me with you, wouldn't you?"

Dark sighed. "Daisuke, go to sleep. You're tired."

"Dark, please! Stop treating me like a child!" He balled his fists up and tried to contain his frustration. "If my sacred maiden returned my feelings, you would disappear, right?"

"You already asked me that, Daisuke!" Dark was really sounding annoyed now.

"But what if you were my sacred maiden?" Daisuke finally blurted out, desperately.

The room was quiet for too long. Oh God, he had finally said it. He had actually said it out loud, and now he felt sick. The sound of his clock ticking the seconds away grated on his eardrums as Dark remained silent. He felt like he was going to cry, or throw up, or pass out, so he did the only thing he could think of at the moment to try and soothe himself, which was to talk some more.

"I—I want you to feel the way I feel," he choked out past the lump in his throat. "But I've kind of gotten myself stuck between a rock and a hard place, haven't I? Because I don't think you could ever…ever…I mean, with me…" Daisuke took a deep breath, trying his hardest to remain calm. He had just told Dark to stop treating him like a child and was now feeling more childish by the second.

"Don't make assumptions like that," Dark finally whispered.

"What?" Daisuke jerked his head up, his heart fluttering with palpitations. Had he heard that correctly?

"Daisuke, I think in a situation like yours it's normal for an attachment to develop," Dark said, speaking a little louder. "And to be honest, I've grown fond of you, too. We've been getting along a lot better now than we used to at first, huh?"

Daisuke's erratic heartbeat slowed down and he sighed in disappointment. He turned off his lamp and climbed up to his bed to give his drained and shaking body some rest. "Yeah. I guess that's good, Dark. But that wasn't really—"

"You're the most precious thing in the world to me, Daisuke."

Daisuke shot up in his bed. But before he had the chance to respond, an incredible pain overtook his body, so sudden and fiery and strong it kept him from being able to even find his voice to scream out for help. He shut his eyes tightly, still seeing white behind his eyelids from the sheer intensity of the pain. After it had passed he fell back into his blankets, weakly moaning, barely breathing, the moonlit room becoming even darker and darker as it started to spin.

"Dark? What's happening?" he moaned, but received no response from his empty mind. "Dark?! No… NO!"

The darkness closed in completely; everything was gone. Daisuke was still.

.:.

He woke up later to the feeling of a warm hand on his face.

"Wake up… Wake up, sleepyhead," a faint voice called to him—his mother, his hazy brain assumed.

"Nnn." He frowned and turned away from the noise.

"Daisuke, wake up," the amused voice cajoled. The hand moved to nudge his shoulder insistently.

He moaned and cracked open an eye to find that it was still nearly pitch black in his room, obviously not yet morning. He took a moment to let his eyes adjust to the darkness, then was slowly able to make out the outline of someone sitting beside him on his bed.

"AHHHH!" He jumped back and would have fallen to the floor if it weren't for the other person reaching out to catch him. "Dark?! What are you— I thought you—! You're here?!" He reached his hand out to touch him. Please don't be a dream.

"I'm here," Dark confirmed. He tightened his grip around the younger boy, turning it into a partial hug.

"How? How did we get separated? How is any of this even possible?"

"Because, Daisuke," he spoke each syllable slowly, savoring the name on his tongue as if he could taste it, "somehow we've grown to love each other. I had sworn to myself that I would never tell you how I felt; I was afraid to even tell you that I cared about you because I didn't know what would happen to me. I was afraid I would disappear, and the thought of never seeing you again…" He bent to touch their noses together. "Terrified me."

"B-but," Daisuke faltered as he felt Dark's warm breath on his face. "That means we broke the curse, didn't we? You really are my sacred maiden."

"Well, maybe not maiden," Dark sniffed, verbally patting his masculine ego on the back. "But yes, Daisuke, we're meant to be together." He brushed Daisuke's bed-tossed hair out of his eyes, traced his finger down his face, took his time to feel his soft skin.

Daisuke's blush was hidden by the night as Dark pressed their foreheads together, and his eyes shut of their own accord as the feather-light tickle of Dark's lips brushed against his own, leaving traces of a tingling sensation that lingered after he pulled away.

"Nice, isn't it?" Dark asked even though Daisuke, at that moment, wasn't aware of much else other than the stars in his eyes and the bells in his ears. He had to strengthen his grip around the boy just to keep him upright. "Wow, it feels good to know I can produce such debilitating results with such a simple kiss. You're going to be fun to have as a lover," he whispered to the puddle-of-Daisuke, who suddenly came back to life at those words.

"L—lover!"

Dark smiled and pressed his body weight against Daisuke, pushing him down onto his back. He hovered above him, burying his face in his lover's neck, reveling in the heat and scent of skin he'd longed so much to know.

"Um…Dark?" Daisuke said, a bit nervously. "I know what I said before, and I don't want you to misunderstand, but this is all happening so fast, and I might need a little more time to prepare for this..."

Dark removed his face from the boy's neck; his eyebrows were knitted in confusion. "Of course. We have the rest of our lives together. I don't mind going at your pace. But for now I just want to hold you for a bit. Isn't that okay? I've been waiting for so long."

"Oh." Daisuke felt awkward now. "Sure."

Dark returned his face to his neck, curling his body around the younger boy's. All sorts of questions ran through Daisuke's mind, but Dark looked so peaceful, and it felt so good just lying with him in silence. He figured it all could wait until morning, so he closed his eyes and ran his fingers through Dark's hair.

"Finally," he thought, as he drifted off to sleep beside his other half. "Finally you're really here with me."