Authors note: Hello, welcome to my ultra yaoish/angsty Boktai-Kingdom Hearts crossover. Joining us today as guest characters and muse are Black-Dain and Metal Sonic. Applause.

Dain: I don't know why I'm here...

Metal Sonic: Because he hired you to do the disclaimer and it means you don't have to be in this story and get whacked by those two...AGAIN!

Dain: Grumbles. I should've asked for more money.

Me: Shut up or I'll stick you underneath a magnifying glass on a sunny day.

Dain: Fine, Nexus Necromancies do's not own Kingdom Hearts or Boktai or any characters related to this story, they are owned by Konami, Square Enix etc...Except any OC's he might stick in here.

Me: SHUT UP AND STOP REVEALING PLOT! Anyway, on with the show...please reveiw.

((Let the angstyness begin!))

CHAPTER 1- Fun in the setting sun

We shall begin at the begining...DUH! Where else could we start? Around one year after the events surrounding Black-dain. Django was back to his normal life in San Miguel...about as normal as it can get for a half-vampire. While using every spare moment to either A: Be with his enemy sans lover, Sabata or B: Keeping Sabata from trying to leave their hometown of San Miguel. Currently, they were siting under the Solar tree, Sabata's purple hair a complete contrast to Django's own Platinum blonde hair. Even after a year, Django was still suffering for his actions, the killing of Sabata's completely insane mother for one and the trauma of his fathers death at his hands. Before his death his father had forgiven him and Sabata had forgiven him for Carmilla's death countless times. No matter what, he was still suffering, blood staining his hands, waking up in the dead of night in a cold sweat and screaming until Sabata woke up and helped him calm down.

Sabata snuggled up against Django, away in his own private world, watching the birds, he was ever envious of their freedom. Their ability to fly wherever they pleased. Unlike himself when he was locked inside Carmilla's castle which was packed with vampires that would rip off a birds wings and drop them from thirty feet in the air to see them go splat. He shuddered at the memories, Django sensed his discomfort and wrapped an arm around the dark boy, a smile on his face. "How long has it been since we got some peace to be together?" Sabata shrugged, nuzzling Django's neck. "I don't know...A long time."

Django's faint blush was made more noticeable by the setting sun, making his whole face look bright red, like his scarf. "Yeah, way too long." Django had to restrain himself from jumping on to Sabata, the dark boys normally pale skin slightly crimson, from embarasement or the sun, he didnt know and dint really care much. He pulled Sabta into a tight embrace, his tongue seeking out the boys ear lobe, nibbling it, wrestling a moan from the dark boy. "You can such a perv sometimes Django...its no surprise Lita always hits you." Sabata chuckled, Dajngo was pouting in mock anger. "She only did that because she found out I was gay and she hit you as well when she found out about us." Django moved back to Sabata, leaving light kisses up the boy's neck.

Sabata's voice went from whimpering to light moans, still messing around with Django's mind. "That was because she had a crush on you." Django just nodded, Sabata turned his head, giving him a kiss on his lips, which Django gratefully returned, his tongue darting inside as soon as Sabata's lips parted, dancing around inside his lovers mouth, exploring the well-known warmth, while Sabata did the same to Django. After two minutes of deep kissing, they were forced to come up for air. A definite blush on Sabata's face now. "And its been even longer since we got enough time for making out like that." Django smirked, his hand rubbing over the dark boy's cheast.

Sabata's blush was hot enough to melt lead, writhing under Django's fingers, which by now knew every curve of his body. Django licked away a bead of sweat that was rolling down the dark boys forehead. Sabata had taken off his jacket earlier on, leaving just his purple shirt which barely covered half of the skin on his body, leaving his thin stomach and lightly muscled arms exposed to the air, and Django's wandering tongue. "I know you want to be with me...but let me take my shirt off before you rip it off." Sabata smirked as Django backed away about three inches as Sabata removed his shirt by pulling it up over his head, the now slightly cold air making the boys nipple's harden, which was like a signal for Django, who now actually jumped on the boy, his tongue dancing over the dark boys cheast, making Sabata moan loudly, if it weren't for the fact that they were so far from town, they would have been heard by now. "Have I ever told you how very sexy you look half-naked?" Django smirked, one hand trailing down to Sabata's tight black pants. Sabata moaned again, looking into the sky blue eyes of his lover. "This would be the fithtieth time this month."

Django nibbled on the boy's cheast, smiling brightly. "Well, I belive in even numbers, so let's make it two." Django eased up off Sabatas, removing his own red shirt and brown belt, loosening his pants. 'If there is a God of Bishonen...he definatly looks like Django.' Sabata thought to himself, Django was more muscled than he was but not overly so, just right. The few scars on his body from many fights a testament to his bravery...or in the case of a few of them, mainly on his back, reason for Sabata to not hold onto his back when they made love. 'Stupid long nails, if it weren't for the fact I'm stuck with them because of Carmilla, I would'nt hurt him.' Sabata shook those thoughts from his mind, as Django lay on top of him, going back to where he started on the boy's cheast, eliciting another moan from Sabata.

Django's hand trailed down to the dark boys pants, stroking his thighs. Sabata tensed, a small bulge forming. "Django...not here, its too cold and we don't have anything to lie on." Django pouted again, sitting up. "Fine, no sex for now...but when we get back to town you're mine." Django licked his lips, giving the boy another kiss. "Fine...but lets go back now before we lose the mood." Sabata smirked, pulling his shirt back on, Django did the same, but left his belt off. "Then lets move quickly." He let Sabata run on ahead, partly because he was the quicker...and partly because he wanted to gaze at the boy's hips. 'He do's have very nice hips.' Django thought.

Me: Good, first shapter finished this is the proof-read version..meaning I took some time to read over it and fix some gammer and spelling errors. Thanks to: A Mid-boss Named Malik, my first reveiwer for giving me the constructve critisicsm needed to make me fix this.

Dain: About time someone did...

Me: Shut up. Please reveiw, I plan to make this 10,000 words long at least...maybe longer...Flamers will be hunted down by Metal Sonic and sliced into tiny pieces.

Metal Sonic: Heheh.