Disclaimer: I do not own D N Angel. That right belongs to Yukiru Sugisaki. I also claim no right to the song '23 days' by Framing Hanley.

(text) – Krad and Dark to Satoshi and Daisuke

"text" – Regular, outside speaking

'text' – thoughts

What Have You Done?

Chapter 5

Kissing High

"Your kiss was the perfect drug, It gave me the perfect high."

"Hold your Breath

You make the perfect sounds

This is what love is made of

And baby you are missing out"

In the black recesses of Satoshi's house, Krad laughed like the demon Dark claimed him to be.

Today had been a victory, no matter how small it seemed. The thief had run away with a hurt look on his face. Oh how sweet it made him feel! A pleasurable feeling did nothing the entire time afterwards but send electric jolts up his spine. He nearly moaned at the sensations running through his body. Victory tasted so sweet and he hadn't even touched the kaitoh! What would it feel like if he had actually been able to physically injure his counterpart?

A shiver raced down his back at the thought. It would be pure bliss that was for sure. Even more so than when the thief had enraptured him in that luscious kiss, more than when that body was pressing against his until everything fit just right, maybe more than…

A growl of frustration escaped his throat. Thinking about such disgusting things was killing his buzz! He couldn't deny the feelings he had received from such physical contact but he sure as hell wasn't going to revel in them. He was going to shove them away for all eternity and not let them out. If he could, he would even forget them completely!

A lance of pain washed up his neck, taking him out of his mental rant and to the present.

/Ah Ah, Satoshi-sama. I'm not done here. I still have another visit to make. You can wait your turn, that's for sure/

The demon smirked at the defiant growl his tamer threw at him. The blunette could fight all he wanted but Krad wasn't giving up the body just yet. He had unfinished business, business in the form of physical pain befalling on one unlucky victim. The feeling of knowing that he was going to do something bad was amazing in itself and he growled with pleasure again. This was his game and he was winning. Nobody would best him tonight, nobody, and he would be the only one to have the joy to snap the thin neck of his enemy.

Krad's sadistic smile could only get wider and wider as he leapt out the window to fly.

His beautiful, tailored white coat trailed behind him, flapping in the breeze as his majestic white wings beat to keep him aloft. A long line of golden, blonde hair whipped out behind him, cutting a path through the air as it swayed with the beating. The enrapturing golden catlike eyes were narrowed, an inhuman glitter to them that promised a night of fun and he couldn't help but laugh to himself even more at an unknown joke. The breezes crawling across his skin weren't cold or cutting; he could barely feel them with how high on the previous feelings he was.

One thought just kept constantly permeating his mind and that was the thought of sweet revenge. He didn't know what for, or how he was going to enact it, but he knew, somewhere in the bottom of his heart, that he would gain satisfaction from this night.

Though what he couldn't tell, was if it was good, or bad.

Dark wasn't expecting it when the white bundle came barreling into Daisuke's room unannounced and uninvited. It kind of just, well, happened, and it wasn't like he was awake. No, in fact, he had just gotten to sleep, the red-head curled up in his bed with Wiz at his feet. Everything seemed calm and cool so he had decided to catch some z's as well. When Daisuke had gotten a lapful of angry blonde, however, he decided it was high time to wake up.

Things just went so fast from there. The demon flexed his wings before curling them in on himself, his pearly white hands wrapping around Daisuke's neck. With feral teeth barred, Krad barked out angry words to the shocked teen who didn't really comprehend. A sigh escaped the thief's lips before he pushed his way through kindly. He wouldn't just roughly take control like his counterpart; he would gently prod his way out until the red head seceded control.

/I'll take it from here, Daisuke, you just go back to sleep/

/o-okay, Dark. Please be careful! /

The second he took control, though, Krad was all over him, tightening the hands around his neck and choking off his air supply. An insane look in his previous lovers' eyes had him tense and wary but also partially frightened. What was wrong, what was going on? Why was this happening? So many questions were just buzzing around his head to the point where he couldn't think anymore. Lack of air didn't really help his situation, either.

The bad thing was that Krad could practically smell the fear radiating from his enemy and it made him moan again.

"Oh, Dark, you make this too easy! Give me challenge, come on and fight me." As a thoughtful action, the blonde threw him onto the floor and let him catch his breath a little. The thief tumbled and smacked into the wall, gasping for air as he clutched at his neck. With a grimace he looked up at his leering counterpart who was still kneeling on the bed. A cough raked his body for a few seconds.

"K...Krad…What are you doing here?" The demon laughed.

"What am I doing here? What am I doing here?! Well, thief, what does it look like I'm doing here? I'm here to finally kill you and rid myself of your existence!" The lithe body lunged across the small space of the room with ease. Dark pulled his arms up to block the attack and only managed to push the blonde back a few feet. For a few, sparse minutes he was able to think again. Krad was here, in Daisuke's room where there was a bed and walls…Well, this could very well work to his advantage, couldn't it? He snickered and Krad glared even more harshly if that was possible. The blonde lunged at his counterpart again, throwing himself right into the others' lap but this was planned. He was going to win! He would not let the thief best him once more at his own game.

Again, he went for the neck, fingers curled as if to strangle but this time he was thwarted. Long, thing fingers curled around his wrists and he was surprised when the wall touched his back with a loud thump. A small grunt slipped past his lips before he could realize what had happened. When things set in, he struggled, thrashing his body with some renewed strength and kicking his legs out to throw the offending, warm body away from him. Dark was pressing in against him now, aligning his contours perfectly as those hands pressed into his struggling wrists. The traction against the floor was horrible, not to mention his legs were now in an awkward position. What was he supposed to do now? There were big, mischievous, purple eyes looking down at him in triumph and there was a precious smirk curving those lips. Just what did the thief have to look so smug about?

Krad let out a feral, angry snarl, wanting to just rip that smart look right off of the other's face. Hell, he wanted to just rip the face off entirely!

"Get away from me Mousy!"

"Never."

When Dark spoke, it was a whisper so strong and fierce that it startled him a little. That fleeting second was all he needed to cross the extremely small distance between their faces and bring their lips together. The reactions were instantaneous. The strong breath that washed into his mouth was hot and wanted. Fingers that had been curled for defense were now clutching at whatever they could grab while they were in the strong hold that had pinned them, wanting to touch skin and hair. Unwillingly, his body curled up into his enemy's, pressing into that sinfully good warmth. His body wanted it, oh god did he want it! The feelings were so delicious, so potent that he didn't know who he was anymore and his mind blanked. He couldn't, for the life of him, remember why he had come in the first place. Here he was, though, in the grasp of Dark and wanting even more. Some small part in the back of his mind clicked and he found himself launched into the past, living small portions of their life over again as if it were a film reel.

There they were, lying on the ground in the park stargazing. And there they were again, chasing each other around the yard like little kids because they were playing tag. A painting studio flashed into vision and he remembered how he used to paint beautiful things that were often praised. He remembered the mansion in all of its thriving glory, remembered his master, their creator. He saw the art room again, saw Dark hiding behind the glorious works of beauty in a hide and seek game, though they never held an ounce of the beauty that he did. He saw their first 'date'.

Most important was the flashback of the one where Dark first told him he loved him.

Small facts were coming back to him, things like colors and dates. Dark's favorite color was gold, the exact color of his hair and eyes. The thief loved apples, had an allergy to learning, and never studied. He skipped tutoring often in favor of stealing him away. Their favorite place to meet was the park; their most secret place to meet was the old haunted cavern. The place they both hated the most was the shaking house. They both loved to run under the sun. He liked the shadows more, Dark loved the sun. Water fights were never his game but archery was one of his favorites. Their birthdays were the same and Halloween was their favorite holiday. His mind was being overwhelmed by all of the information and in defiance, he shoved the thief off of him, spiting and wiping his mouth off as if he had a bad taste in his mouth.

He had seen something, something he didn't want to remember, wasn't supposed to remember. It was time to leave.

The confusion and betrayal rushing through him pushed him foreword as he jumped to his feet. In a jerky motion he lunged out the window and opened his wings, flapping them quickly to avoid falling to the ground below. This wasn't happening, none of this was happening! He didn't want more of that touch and he didn't want to believe anything he had seen. It was fake, an illusion his mind was subjected to by his counterpart. It was a conjuration and nothing more!

Soaring through the night sky, he pondered on all of this for a short time. The only notion he couldn't shake was a question, stubborn and unforgiving.

If it was an illusion, why had it felt so familiar and real?

One could look, and figure, 'Well, that was a complete failure!' Others could say that it was a good attempt. Maybe, depending on who you ask, you could figure that while it was a failure, it was a very good attempt and at least made some progress.

If you had asked Dark Mousy, though, he would tell you that it was a complete and utter success.

The smirk still sitting across his lips would be testimony enough.

CAP: And that's a wrap of Chapter 6. Woo! This one didn't take me too long to update, though I wish it was a LOT longer. Its way shorter than the last chapter but that was a perfect ending! In my opinion, anyway. Drop me a review and tell me what you think. I'm going to bed. Thank so much to DeadRat309, Stormshadow13, and Seylin for Reviewing the last Chapter! I love all of your reviews.

By the way, I only plan on this story having 3 more chapters, 4 max.