H'okay, I figured because the last chap was so short (and this one is also shamefully short) that I would bequeath this to you as an act of good will.
Anyway. DNAngel is DNAngel, and Yukiru Sugisaki is not me. Although she and I share an update schedule.
One week later…
"Pet, come here. Kei Hiwatari lay nude on his large bed. Krad walked over to him silently. "Ride me." The angel bit his lip as he hesitantly removed his garments. He straddled the other man's lap and grasped the erect shaft firmly. He gave it a few strokes, and was soon impaling himself on the firm cock. Hiwatari gripped his hips and forced him down the rest of the way. Krad hissed, but ignored the pain and set to work. The angel bounced on the other man until he released. Kei stroked his face. "Good pet… you've been very well-behaved lately."
Krad pulled the flaccid appendage out of himself, ignoring the fluids dripping down his thighs. He bent forward to softly kiss Kei's mouth, then pulled back slowly, taking in the satisfied expression on the man's face. It made him sick. "Yes… very well-behaved." SMACK! "But don't forget your place, whore." Head turned to the side, Krad felt the demon inside screaming at the man, at himself. It told him to claw those gray-brown eyes out of his head. It begged him to plunge his hands into the man's chest and rip out the small, black heart. To destroy him, utterly, with abandon, and take back his soul and his dignity. But he knew that the second that Hiwatari saw the murderous glint in his eyes, he would activate the Cinch and force the devil back down into the recesses of his mind. This was a battle he could not win.
He straightened himself up and trotted to the bathroom. He returned with a moistened towel, and began to clean the other man. "Hm. And to what do I owe this generosity?" Krad looked up at him briefly. "I only wish to please Master…" "Really, now?" The angel nodded. "Hm." Kei sat up. He took the cloth from Krad's pallid hands and pulled him in for a searing kiss. And then another, and another.
Krad was now very confused. The cruel man was being quite gentle with him; almost—dare he say—caring? Kei flipped their positions so that Krad was beneath him with his head on the pillows. He continued his oral assault on the angel, subduing him with languid motions of his tongue. It finally clicked, and for as torrid as his thoughts had been since his arrival in the Hikari mansion, this he was sure of. And if Kei Hiwatari thought that he could break the angel with mind tricks, he was quite mistaken. However, Cinch or not, Krad was still far smarter than him, and he would continue to play along with the other man's little games. The man was cruel, yes, and he could be clever and devastatingly devious when he wanted to be… but a psychologist, he was not. And it gave Krad hope.
He bit back a moan, playing confusion onto his visage perfectly. "Ma…Master?" Kei pulled back, stroking Krad's flaxen hair. "Yes, pet?" "…Nothing. Nothing. Just…" The angel pulled Hiwatari's head back down to his own, and as their mouths fought again, he forced his own bile back down. When Kei took him this time, it was slow and gentle. As the man lay back in his afterglow, Krad sat up. "Where are you going?" "…Back to my bed, Master." "No. Stay." In a fit of perfect acting, Krad responded, "O–okay…" And he laid down next to his captor, using all of his will not to attack the human. The smell of sex, blood, and the man's cologne clouded the air, and he almost gagged.
He'd gotten used to waking up alone—quite the relief, considering the circumstances. His routine was short, and consisted of bathing and tidying up the bedroom. He wasn't allowed to leave the room until around two, when the maid would accompany him while he helped her clean. Most of the time, he dusted and washed windows (as he was almost a foot taller than her). The maid had been given a salary increase for her silence, and she had been instructed to watch Krad's actions very carefully.
Usually, when he'd finished cleaning, Krad would sit in the plush armchair in the corner of the bedroom and stare out the large window until Kei came back. He'd read the few books that were in the room, some of which a dozen times. Much of his time was spent contemplating his life. Several times, he'd attempted meditation, to see if he could sense Satoshi, or if he could figure out a way to remove the Cinch. None of it proved fruitful, but it did eat up his time. That day had been particularly boring—he'd helped Mattea with the grand hall and the office. He sighed. 'Perhaps his true plan is to drive me insane with boredom.'
The distinct sound of a lock tumbling was all the warning Krad was given before the other day guard entered the room with his food. Usually it was Hiro who came, so he couldn't quite remember this man's name. His face was harder, and light wrinkles decorated the corners of his eyes. He looked like the kind of man who loved a good joke and a few drinks with some close friends, Krad thought. "Good evening." "Hi." Their interactions were always brief. Krad got the idea that the other man didn't like being around him, but perhaps it was the situation itself that made him uncomfortable. Then again, it could have been the skirt. The angel went through his mind, trying to remember the man's name as said man set down the tray with his so-called meal. 'Salvatore… I believe.'
The guards always stayed with him while he ate, which was a bit awkward at first. Hiro liked to talk with him, and could be quite the chatterbox, but Salvatore never spoke to him that much. He spent the short time not meeting Krad's face, or really looking at him at all. "Do I make you uncomfortable?" The man was stunned, and turned abruptly to look Krad in the eyes. He gathered himself. "Not… really. It's not you, it's…" He waved his hands around. "…this." "I see." "I'm… sorry." Krad could tell that the man probably wasn't too good at offering comfort to people, when said comfort wasn't in the form of a strong drink or a good, hearty laugh. The angel almost laughed himself. "Don't be." The man nodded, not knowing what to say. He noticed that Krad had finished, and moved to leave. "Good night, Salvatore." Surprise washed across the guard's face. 'He's probably shocked that I remembered his name.' "Uh… yeah. Good night…"
See? Too short. But the tones... change a bit, and... there's a reason! Excuses.
Good news, everybody! I've gotten a second wind (more like 30th wind), and have written 8,000 words for this story in the past 3 weeks! But I want to space out updates more. Just in case. Thanks for reading!
