Disclaimer: I do not own the D.N. Angel cast in this story.

Chapter 7: Drool outs?

"Beepbeep beepbeep beepbeep beepbeep." Groggy periwinkle blue eyes stared at the motley assortments of disinfectants carelessly placed on the metal shelves covering up the majority of the small room. Finally having enough time to get the wires in his brain to start working again, he gentle untangled one of his arms, from the red head once again nestled in his arms, looked at his cell phone that loudly stated it to be 5p.m.

Sato POV

'Hmmn, looks like we've been gone longer than I thought. The school grounds should be empty by now.' The bluenette mused as he continued to play with blood-red locks that were quickly becoming an addictive habit. Alabaster limbs, jealously covered by sheets of fabric society deemed worthy to call clothes and sun-kissed limbs equally jealous, dejectedly unlatched themselves as the owner of those fetching limbs began to look for a way out of the claustrophobic room.

'It would appear that someone (Dark!) melted the lock to the door.' Delicate artistic fingers traced the remnants of the key hole as an elegant azure eyebrow slightly twitched as a wave of annoyance came back in a new and higher level ever felt before. Shuffling of clothes was heard from the table that immediately changed the direction of a certain hormonal 15-year-old Commander's mind.

"(Yawn.) What time is it, Hiwatari-kun?"

'Could he say it any I-just-woke-up-where-my-hair-and-clothes-look-like-I-just-got-laid.' That is when I was assaulted by my own subconscious of mental images of Daisuke wearing a choker with a chain attached to it, or Daisuke with claret colored wings touching himself for my viewing pleasure or.. 'I have to stop this!' Still not looking at Daisuke, for obvious reasons that could very easily be caught on even by the densest of people; I decided to forcibly redirect my thoughts into means of escape but not without safely tucking them away in the darkest recesses of my mind for later. Looking around for the third time I finally figure a way out. There is a small ventilation, hidden precariously by the mounds of toilet paper, just big enough to fit our selves through it though there is still the matter of how do we get up there.

"What are you looking at Hiwatari-kun?" Small puff of hot air tickle my neck as I feel a large source of heat radiate from the person behind me. There can only be one person that can make my body shiver with delight and warmth, not to mention that same person is also the only one I'm trapped in this closet with.

"Satoshi?" 'Ah! My fire angel called me by my name and Krad isn't awake to hear him say it. Wait. Then that means…' A small lecherous smile reached my face as I let down my guard in order to favor the cherub Daisuke angels leading me to the pearly gates of heaven and all that I can do to my little Daisuke.

No POV

"Hey is that an air vent. If we move the table over we should be able to climb up there and get out of this place, right Satoshi." Red eyes glowed with excitement as he started to move the table toward the vent completely ignorant of the passing images in Hiwatari's mind as drool began to accumulate in the side of his slightly open mouth. Once finished Daisuke began to worry about Satoshi's most recent "drool outs" as Dark liked to call them because it seemed to the little red head that they were getting more frequent and he was a bit too embarrassed to ask Satoshi if it had something to do with his low-blood pressure or something else, but what worried him the most was how he would have to go about describing the way he looked during these "drool outs" that made him just consider it a part of the Satoshi puzzle. Then a large wave of a shiver racked through Satoshi's form resulting in an alarming gush of a nosebleed bringing the bluenette back to reality that to him seemed just as sweet at the moment. An utterly edible crimson tart of an angel fussed over him and clung to him like a second skin, of course, this made his nosebleed even worse. Luckily for the young commander blood conveniently fell on his pants covering the other results to his most recent drool out.

"Are you ok Satoshi?" The delicious crimson tart worriedly asked looking up at the young commander with unshed tear-filled big puppy eyes and to top it all off a quivering bottom lip just waiting to be suckled. Turning away from the temptation that was heaven and hell on earth Satoshi affirmed that now wasn't the time to be worrying about him. Since they had to get out of there before his mother started to worry about him. Making the poor Niwa look as though he were walking to the slaughter house as he sulkily was pushed into the air vent by very thoughtful hands that squeezed a bit to tightly on his rump and a light smack to get him moving.

I hope everyone liked it even though it was short. I also already have the next chapter already written.