AUTHOR: Macx and Lara Bee
DISCLAIMER: not ours. Definitely not! We just play with them and hope we tread on no one's toes.
Author's Voice of Warning (aka Author's Note):
English is not my first language; it's German. This is the best I can
do. Any mistakes you find in here, collect them and you might win a prize
g> The spell-checker said everything's okay, but you know how
trustworthy those thingies are.....
ARCHIVE: yes
WARNINGS: none
TYPE: yaoi
RATING: down-rated from NC-17 to R for FFNet specifically. The full version can be found at my website.
PAIRING: Daisuke/Satoshi, Dark/Krad
FEEDBACK: empty inbox seeks emails g>
"We're not sending a warning, and that's final."
Niwa Daisuke looked at his partner, the very entity bound to his blood
and soul, and Dark gave a good impression of pouting. Black hair a tousled
mess, violet eyes alight, he seemed to be vibrating with unreleased energy,
just waiting to begin with their latest theft.
"It's no fun the other way!" the kaitou protested.
"And what if we warn the police? It'll be the same, Dark. They can't
stop you." Daisuke shrugged. "You said so in the past yourself. The police
alone are no challenge."
Dancing eyes looked at Hikari Satoshi, who had dressed up for the occasion
just like his lover had, wearing black clothes, and was waiting patiently
for them to stop bickering.
"Well, yeah, true. It was always much more… inspiring with you around,
commander-in-chief."
Satoshi smiled a little, just a twitch of the corners of his mouth.
"I left that life behind a long time ago, Dark. Sorry."
Dark sighed theatrically. "Nothing to get the blood going then."
There was a brief flare of magic and Krad emerged smoothly, Satoshi
disappearing into the back of their shared mind. There was an almost evil
smirk on the demon's lips.
"Well, if you insist we can play chase later, kaitou."
Dark felt something shiver through him. It wasn't just the sight of
the tall, slender blond completely in black, though that did interesting
things to him, too. It was the very expression, the tone of voice… the
suggestion hidden in the words. Before he could reply, Daisuke tugged at
his arm.
"Let's go."
Human and demon merged and became one. Two pairs of wings unfolded,
one black, one white, and then they were off into the night.
Krad watched as Dark left the museum and flew over to where he had kept
watch, guarding his partner against whatever might happen.
--He's bored-- Satoshi chuckled.
--I figured-- was the dry reply. --We should try going against one
of your protection systems. I think that would give him a kick for starts--
--And ruin my reputation?--
Krad chuckled and watched as Dark landed, glowing with excitement.
Adrenaline was coursing through his system, but he had yet to really burn
it off. Dark was a creature of passion. He needed the chase, the hunt,
the very danger of each mission. With no one to expect him, with nothing
seriously impeding his access into the museum, it had been a child's game.
"Too easy," he said out loud, confirming Krad's thoughts. "Not even
a single guard who came close to being a danger. And they don't make security
systems like they used to in your time, Hikari."
Satoshi grimaced and Krad laughed softly. He looked at his counterpart,
taking in the sparkling eyes, the muscles coiled tight, the vibrating wings.
And he made a decision. The very thought sent shivers through him.
--Krad…-- Satoshi warned.
--What?-- came the innocent reply.
A sigh answered. --Play nice--
He grinned evilly. --I always do--
"My offer still stands," Krad said out loud and looked into those deep
pools of violet.
Dark blinked. "Huh?"
"A challenge for you, Dark Mousy." His voice dropped to a purr and
he touched the smooth face with a gentle caress. "I'll give you a chase,
like old times."
Dark's breath caught. "Krad… what…?"
"Whoever claims a feather of the other first… wins…"
And with that Krad launched himself into the air, sure that the kaitou
couldn't resist. He spread his wings wide, feeling exhilaration course
through him, just like on the flight to this place. Flying was freedom
to him; flying with a host who gave him free rein was more than that. It
was pleasure, it was a thrill, it was everything to him.
Add to that the little curls of expectation in his stomach, the apprehension
just before the chase, it gave him a kick, it sharpened his senses – and
he felt alive like never before.
Dark's thoughts were chasing each other, tumbling and crashing to the
ground, and all he could think of were those golden eyes, inhuman, alien,
and very much part of the man he desired. Hearing those words, the purr
that accompanied them, and coupled with the barely unleashed thrill of
the break-in, there was little left to think about.
Only one factor left.
Dai?
Don't ask me for permission. Go!
And he went, launching himself into the sky and chasing after the white-winged
demon.
It was like old times. Thrilling, dangerous and exciting. Dark felt
the blood rush through his body, his heart beating, his mind sharp and
clear as he sought to find his opponent. Muscles sang with the prospect
of a good fight, his adrenaline level started to peak, and magic curled
in his system, ready to be used. Daisuke had retreated, a backseat rider,
enjoying himself just as much as his partner.
They were chasing after Krad, whose white wings and blond hair were
a disadvantage in the dark of the night. He stood out, was like a beacon,
and Dark grinned triumphantly as he swooped down, his aim clear.
Just one feather.
Easy.
He released more energy and swooped toward the demon like a bird of
prey, intent on getting his feather.
He was barely a foot away from his goal when Krad dropped like a stone,
surprising Dark. The kaitou froze for a moment, seeing his opponent plummet
to toward the sea, but before he could even yell in surprise, Krad shot
upward again, wings snapping open as he stopped his flight right in front
of him. Golden eyes glowed, lips pulled into a malicious smirk.
"Not that easy, hm?"
Dark growled and lunged at him, but Krad evaded, off and runnign again.
"Shit!" the other snarled and went after him.
Wings beat, drawing on his energy reserves as he followed his target
as Krad wove almost easily through the towering wind generators, once just
barely evading one of the giant blades and Dark had to stop before he smacked
right into it.
Fast son-of-a-bitch! he whispered, surprise in his voice.
Yeah, well… there's no one holding him back this time, Dark. Don't
forget that. Satoshi was always interfering. Not this time.
He won't lose me that easily!
Pride and anger collided and Dark hovered above the generators, looking
for his opponent. Krad was nowhere to be seen, but his senses prickled
with his presence. He was close. Very close.
"Looking for me?" a voice purred and Dark whirled around, a ball of
black-violet magic forming unbidden.
Krad caught his wrist, the energy dissolving harmlessly. Golden eyes
looked at him, predatory and sultry, the demon radiating danger and sensuality
in one. Dark was caught in that outpour, helpless, staring at his other
half. He had never seen Krad like this. It had either been murderously
intent on killing him, close to maniacal, or trying to cope with what had
changed since they had come back. Now he was facing a very much self-assured,
in control and grounded Krad.
Lips touched his, brushing over his frozen ones, and Krad's husky voice
whispered in his ear.
"You lost, kaitou."
There was a brief sting as a feather was plucked out of one wing, then
Krad pushed away and grinned evilly.
"I won."