I own shit.

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Kei Hiwatari frowned. The sluggish movements of his most prized possession concerned him just a bit. It was not just this, but the slow decline in the angel's overall health that worried him more. Porcelain skin was overshadowed by sickly gray undertones. The way his limbs trembled almost constantly… and how slowly he healed. The scratches at his neck, inflicted weeks ago by Krad's own hands, had turned an odd sort of color.

The last thing he wanted was to watch his investment deteriorate completely before his eyes. It would have meant all his hard work was for naught. "Pet, come here." Krad's voice warbled. "Yes, Master?" The cruel man ignored the flinch when his fingertips touched the Cinch. "Pelam vimiour." A sharp intake of breath from Krad told the man that he was afraid. 'Good.' "I've decreased the inhibitor just a bit. I can't have you this weak—you're falling apart." Blue eyes blinked slowly at him. "Aa… Thank you, Master."

Krad could feel the slight increase of energy course through him. It wasn't great, and it certainly wasn't enough to, say, take out Hiwatari, but it helped. "I hate to see that wonderfully pale skin of yours so dull…" The angel chewed on his lower lip, then slid one of those pale hands up Hiwatari's thigh. The man grinned. "Ah… my dear, are you going to show me how grateful you are?" Without words, Krad swung his legs over the man's lap. He removed Kei's glasses, and tangled long fingers into his hair. The blonde swayed his hips a bit, and when he ground them down, he caught the man's mouth with his own. The angel's mind went blank as he sent himself to a place far away. Kei held Krad's hips, and the angel continued to swing them to a song only he could hear. Hiwatari dragged his tongue up the hunter's jaw, earning a shiver and a low moan.

Choosing not to drag this display out too much longer, Krad removed his fingers from the Commissioner's hair and set to unbuttoning his pants. He pulled the half-hard penis from its cloth confines, and squeezed firmly. "Aah… good kitten…" Krad spit into his hand, using it to slick up Kei's dick. With his other hand, he tore away his own garment. He shimmied closer to the panting man in front of him. He drew a deep breath, and very slowly lowered himself onto the throbbing cock. His teeth gnawed at his lower lip to offset the pain of taking him so dry. Krad shuddered once the man was completely within him. He found a rhythm where he would clench firmly on the upstroke, relaxing on the way back down. "Ah… naughty kitten…" Kei grabbed the angel's hips, and each down-stroke, he would pull Krad hard onto his lap. Azure eyes blurred, misty, with pain and shameful pleasure. He threw his head back, gasping as the phallus barraged his prostate. Hiwatari gripped the base of his cock to keep him from coming. "Haah… please, Master! Please!" "Not yet…" A moment of limbo—between impossible tension and completion. On the cusp of orgasm, Kei slid his hand up Krad's dick, returning it to his hip, and forced the lithe body down over and over again. The angel dug his fingers into Kei's shoulders, hoarsely screaming as he came. Half a second later, Hiwatari moaned deeply, holding Krad's body down as he released. "You're such a whore." 'I know.'

"Russia! He's in Russia now! He's in Rostov-on-Don, on the west coast of southern Russia." "Ah… Despite the unpleasantness, it is actually a beautiful country. Their art is similar to the rest of Europe—not terribly notable, but I do like the motifs in their folk art. The true beauty is in their architecture." "Huh. Weird." "He says he likes it so far, and he can't wait to celebrate Maslenitsa in the city." "Krad? With people? Surely, you jest." The redhead sighed.

"Daisuke. I really have to ask. Seriously. What's your obsession with Krad? The guy tried to off you like, ten times. I mean, helloooo! On top of that, he pretty much tortured your boyfriend, not to mention that he's been a close, personal, thorn in my ass for over four-hundred years. And even if you just… completely ignored all of that… the guy has the personality of a toilet brush-turned-dominatrix. Not exactly the most pleasant ball of Mary Sunshine in the world." Daisuke's mouth was turned into a frown. "I just… he has problems, no question. But I… I genuinely think that there's some good in him. And I want him to get better. He just seems so… miserable. So empty. And that's why I think it's good that he's traveling. He sounds… happier, in these letters. And I'm glad, because I think he deserves to be happy." "Daisuke," "Just like I want you to be happy. Because your lives have been so hard, and it's not fair. That's why I don't hold his actions against him so much, I guess." "Daisuke…" He sighed. But he stood up, took the letter from Daisuke's hand, and read it. 'Ah, Commander… you've replicated his handwriting perfectly. Nice touch.' Some sinking feeling was there, gnawing away at his stomach lining, but he brushed it off. Daisuke's eyes had never been brighter. "Hm." Then he handed the paper back to the teen and left without a word.

He actually felt lighter. It wasn't that noticeable at first, but there was definitely an increase of strength in his limbs that he'd dearly missed. Krad had been surprised, at first, that his captor had granted him such a grace, but he wasn't one to look a gift-horse in the mouth. The door creaking open dragged him from his thoughtful state.

"Ah, Hiro… it has been some time." Sunbeams shot straight out of the man's smile. "Hiya, Krad! Salvatore says you're too depressing, and since he has to be with you when you clean, I should bring you your food!" 'Ah… Salvatore can be awfully blunt.' "Vegetables?" "Yeah. Mr. Hiwatari said you were starting to look sick." "A bit…" The silence was, for once, companionable, as the young man looked about the room.

"You're probably sick of reading the same books over and over." The angel crunched on a soybean. "Quite." "Maybe he'll let you read some of the ones in the library… if you ask nicely and do what he asks you to do…" He hummed lightly to himself. "…Perhaps…" Hiro smiled at him again. "Oh! I almost forgot—Mr. Hiwatari said he was going to be home late tonight. You'll probably be asleep… but anyway, he has a meeting with the Special Forces Commander, I think. I met the kid once. Kinda looks like him, but he has this BRIGHT blue hair and really blue eyes. Actually, it's about the color of your eyes." "Yes, I know. I know him." "Really?! I didn't talk to him much—real quiet kid. Seemed kinda depressing, and it's weird that he doesn't live with his own father, but—" "That mockery of a man is NOT his real father. Never refer to him as such."

Hiro was taken aback. "I… I've never heard you say so much at once… You really, truly hate him." "Wouldn't you?" The man was hesitant. "I… yes, I would. But it sounds to me like you hated him long before this all happened." "…Yes. He is a vile plague on this earth. I would love nothing more than to feel his throat crushed beneath my hands. Then both myself and Master Satoshi would be freed from his bile for eternity!" Brown eyes blinked very slowly. "What do you mean, 'Master Satoshi'? What is he to you?" Krad's mouth trembled even as he looked away. "Satoshi is… my everything…"

"Ah, Satoshi—" Arms encircled his shoulders. "—it's been too long since I've seen my beloved son." Had it been appropriate to gag, the teen would have. "…Hello, father…" "Tell me—how are things with the Niwa boy? Blissful?" Satoshi didn't like his tone. "Things are going well. I'm enjoying my time with him." "And your studies?" "Excellent. Everything is going smoothly." "Good, good. I know you may find these meetings unnecessary, but I am your father, and I like to keep myself up-to-date." "Of course." Thick silence settled over the room. "H…how is… how is Krad?" The boy felt small, suddenly. One could cut the tension with a knife. If one were so inclined. Kei's eyes were cold. "He's fine." He took a risk. "Could I… see him?"

"No questions asked, Satoshi. You completely washed your hands of him, remember?" It was true. But still… "And besides, I don't think he'd want to see you. After you betrayed him and all…" Blue eyes widened, surprise evident in their depths. But the emotion was gone as quickly as it came. "I… suppose so." The man gave the boy an almost cruel smile. "Goodnight, Satoshi. Say hello to Dark… and little Daisuke for me." "Ah… goodnight… father."

"Mmm… your gorgeous skin is regaining its color. And those marks of yours have finally healed. Wonderful." "Yes. Thank you, Master." Krad pushed his bangs away from his face. He slid off the bed, but was stopped by a hand on his wrist. "Stay tonight." He hesitated for just a second. "Ah… yes, Master."

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Hi, all! It's been a while. But it seems like I never have any time. Nine and a half hours five days a week, sometimes six on Saturdays, one and a half hours of commute time per day, time with my boyfriend, and sleeping. Not a lot of hours left after all that. And uh, sorry this one's so short.

But I did some writing and tweaking, and decided to post. I... am gonna have to re-post a couple of chapters, because I realized that I sent Krad to the wrong side of the world. If they're in Italy, he wouldn't start in China, now, would he? Anyway-enjoy, and thanks tons for reading!

^.^ JJ