Love Me, Have Me

Author: Wow, a whole 'nother week went by. I seriously didn't see that coming! I saw Step Up which was a really good movie and was convinced to join the dance team… whoops, how do I always manage to put more things on my plate? But anyway, I'm in a great mood. I got a Hidden Village of Sand wristband which I shall cherish forever till I die o.o and I played hide-and-go-seek in Walmart. Nothing more fun!

Addicted to anime159: I have a sneaky feeling someone'll be pretty happy about this chapter…(I hope you realized this author busted a gut at your review… I'm making you pay for my medical bills XD)

Hiyusatsu: thanks for the cookie! I luv cookies.. :munches and marks you on the nice list:

RizaMustang24: if you've any thoughts or ideas you're welcome to tell me for this author can be a little idiotic when it comes to getting ideas… :coughs since most ideas come while in the shower: I'll give you credit of course, I don't take what's not mine! I didn't add much lemon because I'm working up towards the climax (no pun intended) of when Satoshi and Daisuke finally erm… go at it. This is a lemon chappie however… though I tried my best to not be crude

Nikotehfox: hmm :stares at jewels and tries to eat a ruby: ooooow! Just kidding… thanks a lot! I've other fanfics floating around (I wonder if anyone has found my other account yet…it has all hetero stories though and hasn't been updated for over a year…) which aren't that great. To be blunt, they down right suck. This is the best I've written, so you're all pretty lucky!

Lina Hino: there'll be even more plot twists in the future so beware… it'll get a little tricky..

Ack I'm getting tired of responding to all those reviews…not to say I don't love you! It's just I should be doing homework and it's past 11 (darn those Sunday's, always creep up on you!) I really do love you all! If you have any suggestions or thoughts, as I mentioned to Riza, feel free to tell me! I'll give you credit of course if you contribute!

Disclaimer: This is a chapter that's full-on lemon of Dark and Krad. There will be more lemons in the future. That is why this story is rated M. If you didn't realize this or are uncomfortable, I'm sorry to say you might wanna stop reading…. The rest of you… ENJOY!

Chapter Twelve: Turn For the Better, Turn for the Worse

Dark stared at the member that was inches from his mouth. Krad was still nestled on his chest and his hands were tied together with rope, raised above his head. Water was still dripping from some unseen part of the cave he had woken to find himself in. Hundreds of candles flickered, casting odd shadows that seem to enhance Krad's beautiful nude body as well as his own.

And Krad had just said moments before what Dark had dreaded.

He couldn't help but think, 'why me?' but he knew pretty damn well why. He had screwed around with Krad's feelings, which was about as bad as sticking the devil's ass into a block of ice, step on him to pin him there then piss in his face. Maybe even worse.

So this is what the fabulous phantom thief has been reduced to.

Giving his darker half a blow job.

Krad leaned over so that his cock pressed against his lips. "You better start soon my angel, I'm getting impatient." his tone held a note of warning that made him cringe.

"Can I not do something else!" Dark whimpered, jerking his head back as best he can to get away from it.

"No." Krad said quietly.

Dark felt fear rise at that tone of voice. Hesitantly, he reached forward, drawing out his tongue and licking it. It didn't taste bad, much to his surprise. He drew the head into his mouth, feeling the hot member come alive under his tongue. He pulled more of it in, swirling his tongue around it. He wished he could use his hands, he just knew he could do a better job if so, but Krad obviously wouldn't allow that. He paused in his thoughts. Why would he want to anyway! He should be thinking about getting out of this predicament.

He didn't really want to.

He could be just as masochistic as Krad.

He swallowed more of the organ, hear Krad let out a low hiss. He found it… soothing to his ears. He felt Krad's cold hands play with his hair, fisting it then smoothing it out in a strange sort of fashion. Krad's hisses became more frequent but before he could finish he found Krad pushing away, moving so that he was straddling Dark, his lips locking with his. Dark whimpered as he felt a cold hand stroke him, and to his surprise he was indeed wet and full of desire. Krad spread the cum across his own phallus and, not bothering to stretch him, pushed himself in.

Dark cried out in pain, the sound ringing deliciously in Krad's ears. He thrust in harder as his body became one with Dark's. Like a disease they were both hot and cold, Dark feverish and Krad the unyielding virus. The torrent of pain turned to pleasure and the thrusts deeper, his hips bucking relentlessly in an attempt to keep up. Every cell on his body felt like it was bathed in sunshine, the light erupting through his vessel, so that he cried out in ecstasy.

And then it hit him, a tidal wave in what had been at first little signals, robbing him of coherent thought. He felt himself give out, his hips throwing themselves up in his last bit of strength, his own liquid spraying. He felt Krad shoot through is veins, a cry like no other emitting from his pale throat. Then the joyous heat gradually faded and Dark came to realize he was bathed in cum and sweat, his back sticking to the silk sheets. Krad was off of him, lying down next to him.

They listened to each other's pants for a while till Krad felt he could talk normally again. "You enjoyed that very much didn't you?" he said tantalizingly.

Dark shivered but he couldn't deny it. That had been very good sex, nothing like he'd ever felt. He slowly nodded, closing his eyes. What was he going to do now? How could he admit he was liking everything Krad did to him? Daisuke was going to hate him surely…

Krad's lips feathered over to his shoulder. "I meant to torture you…" he murmured, a little aggravated with himself.

Dark turned towards him, his hands still tied. "Do you think torture would make me want to come to you?"

Krad raised a slender brow. "Eventually I'm sure."

Dark looked away, biting his lip. In a way, he was right… Krad hadn't been nice to him once yet here he was, and he had enjoyed it thoroughly. He seriously needed to take a long look in the mirror. He titled his head back towards Krad and found him looking irresistibly inviting. He couldn't help but push himself off the ground, kissing him. Krad returned the kiss with his own, wrapping his arms around him and pulling Dark against his body. The phantom thief slid his hands around Krad's head so they wrapped around his neck, sinking into the kiss gratefully.

They continued on in heighten passion, their make out session as steamy as their sex had been. Dark had to fight down the urge for another round, afraid of what might happen. Now that Krad had coherent thoughts about his desire instead of just want, he could easily execute sexual torture on him. It wasn't something he wanted at the moment, for he was still sore.

Krad broke away from their little battle of tongues, smirking. "You're coming to me so willingly."

Dark felt his cheeks turn slightly red. "Well do I really have a choice in this position?" he tried to sound annoyed.

Krad chuckled ominously. "You try so hard, but I know you just want more and more of me. You melt under my touch. You need it." His index finger ran down his chest and Dark gritted his teeth as he felt the pleasure kick in.

"I'll make you moan for me again." he said seductively, his tongue dipping into Dark's belly button. Dark let out a stream of air, his face scrunching as he tried to not moan. Krad's enticing tongue lapped up the combination of cum and sweat around his stomach, his hands playing with Dark's thighs. Dark couldn't take it and he issued a low moan, digging into Krad's shoulder blades with his nails. Krad grinned and moved up so that his lips could touch his ear. "Good boy…" he whispered before biting the ear lobe.

Dark groaned. "Stop it…"

"Why? You're enjoying this. I enjoy it."

Dark struggled away from him. "Once was enough."

Krad pinned him down. "You dare question me? I could easily take you again." To prove his point the straddled the thief, and he stopped squirming.

"I know you could…" Dark said softly, deciding to play on Krad's libido. "But wouldn't you want to wait till I'm in a better condition again? I like it rough…" his voice slipped into a silky purr. "And you could give it to me so fast I'd mewl…"

Krad growled, crushing his lips onto Dark's. "Don't tease me thief. I'll hold this against you the next time we meet."

"I wouldn't mind." Dark said devilishly.

Krad could barely contain himself but he got off of him, regardless of how hard he was becoming at the thought. "I need to leave." He muttered as he clothed himself.

Dark blinked. "What?" he asked but it was too late, Krad had turned into Satoshi. Satoshi looked at the naked Dark who hastily turned into Daisuke from pure embarrassment. Daisuke whimpered as he tried to move, his entire being feeling abused and beaten.

Satoshi gently wrapped his arms around the naked boy, holding him. "How much does it hurt?" he asked gently.

"A lot…" he winced as he shifted a little.

Satoshi sighed and untied his hands which soon clasped themselves around him. "You heard them.. It seems they're going to be doing this more often."

Daisuke groaned, shuddering at the thought. "How can Dark like someone like that! He's evil!"

"As am I Daisuke. Yet you love me." Satoshi said silently, kissing him gently.

Daisuke frowned, pulling away. "You're not evil!" he protested.

"I can say otherwise." Satoshi muttered.

"Please don't say that! I know you're good. You're nothing like Krad!"

"Don't start." Satoshi said sharply. "I'm not in the mood to hear it. We need to clean you up and get you home. I have to return to my own house now."

"What? But… I…" Daisuke looked at the floor, his vision getting blurry from the liquid that was building up in his eyes. "I'll miss being held by you at night and-"

He was cut off by Satoshi's light touch of his fingertips across his cheek. "I know." he said softly. "I'm going to miss you too. It'll be hard not being able to hold you at night or sneak to you kisses whenever I want. But if father realizes I've been gone for so long, he'll come looking for me. He'll find out about us and I'll never see you again."

Daisuke whimpered at the thought. "But we'll still go out together right? Like we have been?"

"Of course." Satoshi cupped his chin, giving him a sweet kiss.

He knew it'd be the last one for a long time…

Daisuke hugged him tightly and Satoshi shifted him so that he was under his chin, his slender arms wrapped around his shoulders. "We need to be going." Satoshi said after a few moments of silence. It was more than he could bear to tear himself from the red-head. The candles were burning low by now, many already had burned themselves out.

Daisuke sighed but nodded, getting up. "I don't see my clothes anywhere…" he said with a frown, struggling to see in the dying light.

After much search and wax burnings they found them neatly in a corner, along with some extra rope. Daisuke dressed after wiping his body with a sheet, glad to be clothed again. It was getting a little too drafty.

They walked hand in hand through the opening and through some bramble, finding themselves in he middle of the trail that they had walked on Saturday. When they got to Daisuke's house Emiko noticed that the handcuffs were gone. "Did something happen?" she asked in surprise.

"They fell off." Satoshi said, dislodging his fingers from Daisuke's. "I thank you for my stay here. I need to be going back home tonight."

"You won't stay for dinner?"

"I'm afraid not." Satoshi said tonelessly. He gave her a nod and packed his things. He refused to let Daisuke walk him home, claiming it was a risk. He wouldn't even kiss him good bye.

Daisuke watched him leave with a sinking heart, his eyes full of sorrow. What was going on in that blunette's head? What inner turmoil plagued him? He sighed, drawing his arms around himself. He felt as if they had just broken up or something. Emiko lay a knowing hand on Daisuke's shoulder.

"It's always hard to watch them leave." She said knowingly. "But you'll see him again."

"I know… it's just… such a sad image. He wouldn't even hug me…" Daisuke said mournfully.

"He has a lot on his mind." she said encouragingly. "Tomorrow he'll be fine."

"I hope so…"

Daisuke hardly touched his dinner that night and he went to bed after a shower. His dreams were plagued with sadness and tormented silence, till he woke at four. He couldn't go back to bed so he stayed awake. He wanted to go to Satoshi's house badly, but he didn't want him to be angry. He sighed, looking at the empty space beside him. He could still remember the warmth that Satoshi had brought next to him, when he would curl up against his chest, his head tucked comfortably into the crook of his arm. He could still smell the sweet scent of his lover, the aphrodisiac effect it brought as well as the security; the mind set that he was safe. He buried his face in the second pillow inhaling the lingering smell.

He never realized that this separation would be so intense. 'When we're living together, I want him always by my side…' he vowed to himself. 'He'll never leave my sight…' It was a whimsical idea, but he liked it nonetheless. He smiled a bit. He could imagine making breakfast for Satoshi, setting it down before him and his eyes lighting up. He also could see himself doing the dishes only for his beloved to come out from behind, wrapping his arms around him and sliding him away from the chore… He shivered, conjuring up the image of being kissed by an older Satoshi.

It was interesting to say the least.

He stuck to thinking and imagining for the next two hours before getting ready, surprising his mother. He went to school promptly, anxiously to see his lover. However, when Satoshi arrived, he hardly looked at him. Hurt, Daisuke left him alone till recess where he desperately tried once more.

"Stop it." Satoshi said sharply, pushing him off after Daisuke had tried to hug him.

"But Satoshi….you said we'd be like before!"

"Exactly. Like before." Satoshi said harshly. "In other words, we never existed together, only as separates. Don't bother me again." He stalked off.

Daisuke gaped after him, his heart being stabbed by a thousand knives that turned and stabbed him again, shredding what was left of it. "Satoshi…" He said, holding back tears. "What did I do wrong? What did… I… do wrong…" He fell back against the wall, hugging his knees to his chest. He refused to cry.

But what did he do wrong?

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Satoshi sighed as he unlocked his locker, putting his books in. He blinked away the tears that threatened, knowing this was better for both of them, no matter how much it hurt. He didn't want to leave this school, and that would happen if his idiotic father found out. He would admire Daisuke from afar… till they graduated.. By then Daisuke would forgive him and he might try again. He closed his eyes. He loathed making things so hard. But it had to be done.

He feared also for Daisuke's safety. His father could try to kill him or something like that. Or if they were together and Krad decided he wanted Dark so he transformed, untimely abusing Daisuke.

Dark wasn't supposed to be falling in love with Krad.

Something bad was bound to happen.

Satoshi felt a surge of self-hate. It was all his fault that they weren't going to be able to see each other. He had given Daisuke false promises. He clenched a fist. "I hate you." He said bitterly.

He wasn't sure if he meant himself or his father.

He avoided Daisuke strategically, going to the library and skipping lunch where he sat at a table, his thoughts rolling around. He had seen those sad, hurt crimson eyes watch him, the pain in them imminent. He felt absolutely tortured, wanting nothing more to hug him tightly and kiss away those tears that threatened to overflow. But no. He couldn't… he'd only be hurting Daisuke more.

He walked home silently, not wanting to return but glad to be away from school. At least Daisuke wouldn't be there so he wouldn't have to feel like he was being stabbed. Who'd have thought that something that didn't bleed would hurt so much. He almost wished he was dead. Almost but not quite. He knew eventually… years from now, he would be able to hold Daisuke again.

If all went according to plan.

Author: mmmn can you smell the sappy angst? It's about to get worse… :sighs: I didn't like writing the last part of this chappie, it makes me sad because poor Daisuke is gonna just keep having it coming at him. But that's all I should say.. :covers mouth:

Seems like whenever one couple takes a step forward, the other goes backward huh?

Anyway, I've some.. Sad news for most of you. Unfortunately, schoolwork's a bitch. Everyone knows this. I know I've been saying/complaining a lot… but it's true so sorry ya'll. I promise this: I'll update once a week. I won't know when, for I normally write the chapters throughout the entire week. It'll most likely be on Saturday. Each chapter is going to be at least six pages long (I write at size 10 too, so that's pretty long) if not longer. I MIGHT if I have extra time or just happen to be having a really good writing day, update more, but I refuse to promise so since I normally can't, and it makes me feel extremely guilty.

I thank you all so much for reading! I'm not sure how many more chapters this'll end up with, but I promise I won't leave you hanging nor will I go on a hiatus! I've come to the conclusion that I won't write my Naruto fict until I've found enough time after I finish DNAngel chapters… so this story is basically my first priority!

COOKIES TO ALL MY WONDERFUL READERS!

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