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"After last night, it would be an insult to not accept the female role." Satoshi reminded his partner. After coping with their teacher's insufferable, discriminating stares, Daisuke settled himself in the seat next to Mio.
Another glare, followed by, "Alright class. I trust you've traded spouses now. Females with females and males with males."
The class turned to the only gay couple, seemingly distraught by Daisuke's female position, "For this project, you will be discussing the relationship regime of your gender and the affect it has on your partner."
Satoshi gave a brief look at Takeshi, only guessing where this talk would lead them. "You and your new partner are to write a two page summary on your findings. Get to work."
A brief pause indicated the start to this new assignment. Until Mio completely decimated the silence to screech about what her "spouse" liked best. From touching the right places to discovering her mouth's new interest, Mio was unabashed to boast gleefully as Daisuke's eye twitched in horror. What had they been doing?
"Your turn, Dai. What does Hiwatari make you do?" Mio snapped back to reality, realizing this was a two-way paper.
Daisuke thought hard about this. Satoshi didn't require anything too hard. Nothing compared to what Takeshi expected, "W-well… I take care of Aiko," He gestured to the still baby cradled in his arms, "during the day while he's in charge at night."
"So you're submissive then?"
"W-what?" For some reason, he got the feeling Mio was referring to the same attitude that got him nearly molested by Krad the first time.
"He's always on top, I mean. Takeshi likes it either way. He likes pretending he's in charge, so I let him," Mio chattered away.
"On top? Uhm…" Daisuke stuttered and attempted to ignore anymore of her words, returning to the blank paper before them.
… …
"Hiwatari." Takeshi sang. Though the teen did acknowledge him with a noise, Satoshi's gaze bore into Daisuke's back. And Takeshi barely understood the full extent of their connection. "So you're the man, eh? Well, I wouldn't expect Dai to be the male, especially with those hips…"
Satoshi snapped his eyes to Takeshi, "What about his hips?" he growled. Another challenge? So soon?
"His hips are so slender… They're just dripping with need. If you aren't usin' 'em, I could definitely-"
"I believe that is my boyfriend you are so blatantly trafficking." Satoshi glared at the reporter, utter disgust connecting their eyes for a moment. Until Takeshi grinned his impish "I've-got-you-now" grin, and smacked Satoshi on the back.
"I was afraid Dai would be left in some pansy-ass hands. Glad to see you kinda care." Satoshi let his glare down by degrees, Takeshi's words were sincere. But despite the relief, Satoshi still sought the mind's comfort by staring possessively at Daisuke.
… …
"Mom!" Daisuke yelled, shoving Aiko harshly, although obliviously, into Satoshi's open hands, "What is this?"
He held out the note Satoshi graciously gave him.
Tonight at 9:00 I will be stealing the Benzaiten Houseki.
Dark
Emiko smiled, a question dangling from her lips, "Oh, did I forget to tell you?"
Daisuke stared at his amused mother, feeling betrayed and discriminated against. He wanted to hit her. This had gone far enough. To be ridiculed by his own flesh and blood? The woman who brought him into this world?
Thankfully before he acted, his father gently scolded Emiko. "That's enough, dear. Daisuke and Satoshi need our support." Kosuke turned to his son, "You better go get your homework done and prepare for tonight. We'll work on dinner."
Emiko conceded with a sigh.
... ...
"Tonight?" Daisuke whined loudly, slamming his door dramatically, but not too loudly for Emiko to find a new reason to yell at him.
"What else were you going to commit to this night to?" The teen propped Aiko against a pillow on Daisuke's bed.
"W-well…" Satoshi looked at his blushing 'boyfriend', "I thought I might try some of the stuff Miss Mio suggested…"
The commander couldn't help the brief noise as it escaped from his throat, "And what did she recommend?"
Daisuke's blush grew fiercer, "S-she said that there was so much more a mouth could do than kiss… And said I would know what to do…" He was startled by Satoshi's fervent, almost angry gaze, "B-but, I have no clue what she's talking about."
Satoshi withheld his anger; though his words clearly dripped lethally, "Don't listen to her."
Niwa silently stared at his partner. There was no way he could have imagined Satoshi's fury. What was so wrong with using his mouth?
"Daisuke. Don't attempt unknown, perverted-"
"Whoever said it's perverted!" Daisuke yelled. His mother? Now his own partner? Were people bent on making him angry?
"It's Mio."
The boy recognized Satoshi's lowered tone, biting back his own retort, "She's not a bad person. She wouldn't tell me to do something-"
Hiwatari closed the space between them, face as stoic as it had ever been, "This," he grabbed Daisuke's clothed manhood. The boy jumped and gave a moan; Satoshi fought to ignore this, and the fact Daisuke's blood suddenly rerouted itself, "is what she meant. To use your mouth on this."
The commander snatched his hand back, wishing for just one more moment to feel Daisuke hardening. Daisuke stared, mouth agape, eyes wide with horror. But unfazed by the slight stirring from where Hiwatari touched him. "B-but…"
"Do you believe that Hio and Saehara have their chastity in tact?" Satoshi spat out the names as if they were causing the burning lump his throat, "Countless partnerships are exploiting this project for lecherous activities. We are among the very few that have remained pure."
"I'm sorry that I'm not a girl, then." Daisuke choked back his rage and shock, "You could have all the 'lecherous activit-'"
"You know that isn't true." Suddenly arms wrapped around Niwa's form, though the boy didn't protest, "Whether you're a girl or boy, either way I will find you attractive. I will not allow hormones to make us behave like wild teenagers."
Daisuke's mind could hardly process Satoshi's first statement. He thought Niwa was attractive? A smile danced on Daisuke's lips, driving away the previous anger, and kissed Satoshi briefly on the mouth.
He leaned against Satoshi's chest, breathing in his scent. "Thanks."
… …
Dark swooped low in the sky, skirting the landscape the museum resided on. Nine police cars, about fifty policemen, and one mobile trailer - to the amusement of Dark - were transported to the scene of the crime, no matter where this scene was. He had always wanted to steal something from a swamp and see just how they managed. Everything was normal. The lights scouring the skies, which Dark easily out-maneuvered, loud voices shouting in confusion, and the infamous commander missing.
The thief settled on the edge of the building, grinning at the impractical attempts of stalling, or even stopping him. For once, Daisuke was completely cooperative, finding that Dark would be able to steal the Benzaiten Houseki without his maternal (Daisuke would never admit it) nagging. He quickly breathed in the sweet, chilly air and with another, less satisfying gulp, Dark slipped into the museum.
It was dark. Dark immediately found that amusing. The police always cut the power, ignorant of the fact that Dark always chose night to strike. Even the thief's name implied he preferred darkness. Stealing was always so much easier when the sun wasn't out.
He took several long strides towards the statue and rolled his eyes when nothing popped out at him. Had the police given up on the "surprise" attacks? The idea left his mind as Hiwatari stepped out from the shadows.
Something was wrong. Even Daisuke's wails of concern weren't necessary for Dark to understand that. The commander's skin was ghostly pale, eyes a sinister gold.
"Hello, commander. Or should I say Krad?" Dark mused, hand on his hip. It didn't occur to grab the statue and run, as that would be safest. Instead he watched wings burst from Hiwatari's back, golden hair shrouding him like a halo. There wasn't even a twitch of struggle.
Krad smiled at him, eyes glimmering with homicide. "Dark Mousy." Words dripping venom and delight.
Without a word, Krad was in front of the thief wrapping a slender hand around his neck. "Tell Niwa Daisuke I will hurt his lovely Satoshi if he does not show himself."
"Don't hurt Satoshi!" A younger voice pleaded. Ignoring Dark's adamant refusal, Daisuke slipped from Dark's protective shield and took over his body. "What do you want?"
Krad's smile widened. Daisuke suddenly realized what he had surrendered himself to. Satoshi was trying to protect him from this.
His eyes dilated, signaling his horrific epiphany. Krad's grip on his throat tightened, "Hello, my pet."
He was thrown against a wall and quickly cornered by Krad's lithe body. "P-please stop. I-"
Daisuke's head was maneuvered to the side by the angel's hand and a hot, perverse tongue stroked his neck. "Resistance is the best aphrodisiac."
"Get off-" Daisuke screamed, an annoyance to Krad. Before the boy could finish his proclamation of refusal, Krad had claimed his lips. Startled, Daisuke couldn't fight back, letting sharp teeth sink into his tongue and the taste of blood overcome the flavor of absolute terror.
The boy gave a long mewl in protest, pushing against Krad in vain. In response, Krad grabbed Daisuke's rear, lifting him up and settling between his legs. "Your body is responding quite nicely…"
Another plea; he didn't want this. Didn't want Krad grinding their hips together. Didn't want to pant and beg. Krad's mouth trailed to his neck, teeth ravaging and tongue violating and Daisuke's hips thrust forward on impulse. It was just… too good…
Krad laughed, forcing Daisuke even further against himself. The boy's cries turned to moans. He was sick. There was no way he was enjoying this.
"S-Satoshi!" Daisuke screamed in his last defense. This was Krad defiling him. Satoshi's anathema, the reason for his pain. How could he betray his boyfriend?
The hands thrusting their hips together stilled; the muscular yet lithe body holding him turned thin and cold. Blue, frozen eyes stared at the lusty passion before him. Realization dawned on Daisuke and he automatically wrapped his hands around Satoshi's neck, crying.
"Satoshi!"
His fingers tingled. Then he noticed exactly where they were- Daisuke's posterior- and immediately sought to rid himself of the temptation. But Daisuke clung to him, shaking in terror and arousal. Gritting his teeth, Satoshi managed, "Niwa… please stop."
Daisuke only wrapped his legs around the frail body, head buried in Satoshi's nape, proving he wouldn't budge and continued crying. If he had heard Satoshi's desperate, lusting tone, he surely would have moved.
But he didn't.
Satoshi's voice slowly diminished and changed to whispered moaning pleas. "Daisuke…" The boy didn't hear any of the low groans of pleasure, didn't notice his own wracking sobs rocking their hips together.
Lips… Satoshi could feel lips on his neck. Oblivious and wonderful. Hips rubbing together… The friction….
"Daisuke." The commander growled, crashing Daisuke against the wall, seizing his lips in a fiery burst of abandon. He needed this. Why else would it feel so perfect?
Tongues clashed, hands roamed, arousals pressed together. Need escalated.
Daisuke tightened his arms around Satoshi's neck, hands clutching his pale hair, delving deeper into the kiss. He was mewling like a lusting whore, but he didn't attempt to thwart the assenting noises.
The sparks were everywhere. Perfection doused the room in diluted purity. A wet, slippery sound echoed in the empty museum as Satoshi slid his tongue to the boy's neck. Salty, coppery. What was this foreign taste? He vaguely remembered Krad biting Daisuke. Blood. But neither of them minded.
They were so close. Daisuke was so hard. That feeling was too perfect.
"Satoshi!" Daisuke meant to warn the commander, yet his caveat only reflected his pleasure.
In an instant, Satoshi was pushed to the ground, an incensed Dark stood where Daisuke succumbed. He was flushed and clearly annoyed. "This is getting ridiculous." The thief spat. The fact that he was speaking to the teenager determined to capture him meant nothing, "Daisuke trusts you, and yet you molest him? Do you even care what he thinks?"
"His body was more than agreeing." Satoshi responded, though his words did nothing to ease his mind. He tried to stop… Sitting on the ground where he was thrown, Satoshi realized his folly.
"I actually thought you were a decent person. And was I wrong. You can't fuck emotions, after all."
"My intentions were never to-"
"Then what were your intentions?" Dark snapped, "This isn't about the project anymore. Even Daisuke can see that. I won't let you use him, you sick bastard."
"I am not using him." The commander finally stood, brushing himself off with defiance. "I-"
Suddenly whistles resonated from the hallway, feet scurrying to the crime scene. All fifty policemen were heading straight for the statue.
Dark rolled his eyes and snorted. Satoshi's eyes were glued on him, daring to make a move. The commander calmly walked to the door, turning his back to Dark and waved his hand in exhausted frustration.
Without further questions, Dark grabbed the statue jumped out of the window.
Niwa Daisuke Journal Entry 5
Uhm….. I don't know where to start… I don't think it's school appropriate, so I'll just write about… no… that's inappropriate, too. Er… I had a nice day. A very nice day. And night.
Daisuke was oblivious to the aneurysm he would be causing.
I actually forgot to write the journal entry at the end. Thus, Shorty Carter couldn't edit it, so I hope it's okay :|
Comments? *nudge*