Short ficlet, written ages ago but posted in celebration of the new DNAngel chapter in Asuka magazine. No spoilers. Enjoy!
Vain Wishes
"Hey..." he thumbs his lip gently, and Satoshi immediately folds underneath him, as if being released from some sort of chain holding him up, and clutches him in a mix of desperation and relief.
"Daisuke... he's gone, right?" he whispers as he looks up, glassy ocean eyes reflecting the little light there is.
"Sleeping like a baby," Dark responds easily, but closes his eyes briefly and knows Satoshi is doing the same.
And Satoshi, such a smart kid, knows without Dark having to ask and says, "Krad's out too. Last night's robbery left him... incapacitated."
"...Good," Dark mumbles, even though it's anything but and the guilt kills him, and his grip tightens on Satoshi's arm. The commander just looks at him and says nothing.
"One day…" Satoshi breathes, eyes closed as he sways and is held in place only by the strength of Dark's frantic embrace. Like a feathering breeze, Dark's hand flutters over his pale, icy lips, silencing him.
"Someday," he corrects, the pain leaking in his voice and joining the myriad of motions that had spoken its name, "Someday, things won't be… like this."
"One day," Satoshi speaks, the tip of his tongue darting out and catching the salt of Dark's skin, even as his body sinks against Dark's. His voice fluctuates like a wave attempting to break, "One day, either we'll be dead, or you'll be gone," and Dark knows who he's referring to when he says 'we' and 'you'. Dark can only caress that hair and miss its length, catch the glint of the moonlight and miss the golden flash that should have been there. And likewise, Satoshi can't come to terms, presses painfully against, the tall body underneath him, listens to the nearly unheard mewls beneath him knowing they should be an octave higher, and can only press his lips tighter against the darkness spread below him.
His back arches below Satoshi, their chests touching briefly, but long enough to transfer the wild heat that cannot emanate from their closed eyes. Pale fingers grip against a dark shoulder, and Dark can only pretend they are larger and the force is enough to drive him crazy, even though in this case, it's not the force, but the knowledge that it lies somewhere in there.
He collapses on Dark, and knows that the body below him should not cushion him the way it does, should be smaller, and the knowledge flits through his mind in iron-hot flashes that brand his mind and all he can do is bite an earlobe hard enough to draw the tantalizing, toxic taste of blood, and know that he would never do that if it was…
"Someday," Satoshi relents, needing that glimmer of light at the end of this tunnel that sometimes glows red with warmth, but mostly chokes him with never-ending ice. Dark listens to him and wishes lies weren't so beautiful but knows through harsh experiences tinted in gold that they are. They lie panting side by side once Satoshi has rolled over, and their breaths are still wanting, but of a taste different than the one they've been offered and they wonder if it'll ever cease being nothing more than vain wishes.
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