"I hate you, you hear me you stupid thing!" The outraged howl echoed off the walls of the museum, its source a small, slender angelic looking boy who continued his tantrum.
"I hate you! I hope you break! I hope it rains and you freeze into an icicle!" The loud soprano shriek was met by a soft groan. The angel however, took no notice and proceeded in his violent fit, spouting curses and promises of revenge.
Violet orbs opened slowly, dark and glassy they reflected the bemusing display of which they were disturbed. Swiftly, the previously stone form slipped from weakening restraints (1), careful not to disturb them so much as to alert the being's source of amusement to his awakening.
Unblinking, violet eyes devoured the angel's form; the pouty pink lips stretched into a furious scowl, glittering amber hues, narrowed into a feline-like structure, complimented by lengthy golden locks, the tantalizingly exposed strips of soft skin which peered out from underneath the teen's elaborate white garments, the particularly tight bottom which was of which was clad.
Yes, this was the artwork he had been searching for.
The dark seraph licked his lips, bringing up a tanned hand to rest his chin on, he watched on, appreciating the blonde's active gestures at his confused familiar. Completely relaxed, the amethyst haired man laid on his side, his other hand playing with the belt which encircled his hips, chuckling under his breath every so often when the ever so delightful angel decided to say or do something even more so entertaining.
Finally, when the angel's rage began to recede, he spoke up, catching his prey completely off guard judging from his reaction and parted lips, of which the demon was tempted to feel.
"Are you quite done dearest?" His head tilted back as he stared in curiosity.
"What?" The angel's eyes snapped to him so quickly that he was sure that the lengthy blond tresses had given the surprised boy whip-lash.
"I said, are you quite done?" He repeated, smiling teasingly as the angel gaped then straightened, recomposing himself into his usual icy glory.
"And who might you be, a thief I presume?" The dark angel remained unchanged, though a bit amused; his angel was quite the little spit fire.
"If I was would you hunt me down?" The boy frowned, approaching the intruder fearlessly; he came to a stop in front of the supposed thief.
"If you were I'd be inclined to snap your neck right here, right now." He threatened glaring down at the man in detached bemusement, why was this being bothering him now, if he had obviously been watching for some time?
The thief gave no answer, and as the angel was about to ask again, the tanned arm of his prey slipped just beneath his knees, tightening until he was forced to kneel onto the ledge of the demon sat.
"Let me go." He growled, twisting against the other's grip of steel.
"Ah, but after looking for so long, I need to at least taste my prize." The reaper complained, sitting up enough so that he could nuzzle the slender column of the angel's neck, breathing in the enticing scent of his soon to be spouse.
"Looking for me?" Amber eyes glinted warily, perhaps this supposed thief was actually an assassin sent after him by the remaining branches of the Hikari?
"Yes you, my sexy little angel."
…Never mind, this fool was way to idiotic to even know how to take a life, not to mention hunt me down. Krad mused rolling his eyes.
"After all, I'd love to meet the cause of that creative little massacre down in the Hikari clan village; the number of souls that were left was awe-inspiring really! I can't fathom why the Hikari thought to hide you from me! I mean really, I probably would have stolen you away and kept you as my pet, but at least I'd be able to tame your psychotic tendencies earlier on unlike those arrogant creeps..." Krad froze as the reaper ranted on, his heart slowing until he could no longer feel it beat, maybe this was serious, and this assassin, for what else could he be, was sent to kill him? Finishing the job the Hikari started.
Dark stopped after a minute or so, realizing his angel was no longer listening, to caught up in his own thoughts. Smiling the reaper decided to recapture his angel's attention by placing open mouthed kisses up his neck and on his face, pressing a particularly chaste one on the angel's tightly closed mouth.
Slowly amber orbs refocused, feeling the warm flesh brushing over his, as well as the underlying feeling of the liquid heat which pooled tightly in his stomach. Krad flushed,gazing mutely into mischevous violet orbs, pointedly refusing to allow the reaper's wet apendage into the orfice of his mouth (After all if this man was an assasin then he could be poisoned), however instead of having the desired effect of the man backing off, it seemed to encourage him, as he began to nip at the angel's peirced ears and furrowed brow.
"Come on babe, my darling uke, as my prize I want to taste you, more then just your skin." The honeyed voice coaxed persistintly, in time with the strong hand which moved upward to massage his tensed thigh.
It took all Krad had not to moan as the man bit his neck, just left of his jugular, simantaneously slipping past the his pants. That, Krad decided, was enough, he had to get away before he was killed or worse! Molested by this odd stranger.
Shoving harshly, he managed to stumble out of the unwanted embrace, right into the stranger's arms once again. His eye twitched in frustration, how the hell had the being moved so fast!
"Ah ah ah my darling Krad, now I have you, I will not let you go." The man paused, his hold tightening until the angel couldn't breath, this was not what he had in mind! "And since we've had such an exciting day I beleive you my pet, are due to have a bit of sleep." The world began to fade into darkness, he felt the man's seductive purr caress his ear, or perhaps it was just his tongue?
"And for the record, My name is Dark."
