A warning. This fanfic does contain sexual themes. Be advised that young children who don't understand the subject matter are not welcome here. Nether are those of you who are browsing these types of fanfic left-handed, that's not the subject at hand here.

He held her close, her head buried in his chest. Darkness had covered her soul for a long time, ever since that night. She had fought to escape it. Fought to find some way around it. Now she was being offered a new option. She was being asked to embrace it. She inhaled Myotismon's scent, some phantasmal cologne. Nothing like the aftershave her brother had rubbed on his face before meeting Sora somewhere, this fit his character personally, a tantalizing scent of mystery, like an opera with no words. He stroked her hair gently before she felt him lower his chin and lightly kiss the top of her head. "The darkness can be warm, Hikari." She looked up at his face. So handsome, even hidden behind that mask, the fangs that he had seen him bare at her out of malice now intended to protect her. She had dreamt of a man, a wonderful man, holding her like this. And then she would lean up and their lips would meet.

She closed her eyes. Warmth. Breath on her face, another pair of lips on her own, she clung to him like a child, holding on for fear of falling, for fear of losing this new guide, this new teacher in a world of pleasures and passions she had never known before in her life. Myotismon was the one who broke the kiss. He nuzzled his face across hers for a moment, before she was suddenly in his arms. She was being carried. Was it back to the room where she had been before? No. She was being carried somewhere else.

"Where..." He shushed her gently, a warm kiss on her forehead. She looked around, dizzied as he walked across the broad marble floor. Staircases, doors, chandeliers, all hanging in strange and odd ways, ways that gravity shouldn't allow, yet it all fit together in perfect mathematical harmony. She brought her face back to his cloak again, letting herself enjoy the sensation of being held by this strong creature. Myotismon stopped for a moment. She felt everything lighten, wind caressing her cheek. She dared not look, she knew it in her heart. They were flying! For a moment, Myotismon carried her across a baffling space full of tricks of gravity and direction before his feet touched the floor again. A door opened before him, and he carried his delicate prize into the chamber. In it, incense burned, filling the air with a sweet, sharp scent. The lights were slightly dimmer, shadows were slightly deeper. All manner of decoration surrounded a single four-poster bed. He kissed her forehead again before laying her across it, resting her head on a pillow. He stood over her, one hand delicately traced it's way along her side, not coming up to touch any part of her she had expected a man to go straight for, coming around her shoulder, up her neck, caressing her face. Her own hand covered it. It was so warm, so inviting. He looked at her, now, at her eyes. The intensity of that glare still terrified her, sent a chill deep into her heart. She looked away.

"For now, Hikari, will you give yourself over to the darkness?"

She couldn't think. The darkness she had fought so hard, the darkness she had resolved never to give in to, because all it had ever done was hurt. All it had ever done for the world was hurt those that she loved, it had consumed T.K., it had hurt Tai, it had forced her to go through... that. But now it was warm. Not warm like a bed as you're waking up, but warm in a different way. A calmer warmth, like a candle flame. Both light and dark were equals, it wasn't good or evil. She had remembered learning to meditate. One side of the body is Sun. Male. Warm. Active. The other is the Moon. Passive. Cool. Female. That was it. She let her hand slide back to her side. "Yes, Myotismon. I'll... I'll accept the shadow." He did not smile, but he did nod. "Good." He leaned in to kiss her, and this time there was a cool passion to the kiss. Simultaneously, their lips parted and tongues met, massaging each other. Together they broke the kiss. Tentatively, Hikari reached up to his mask. He remained perfectly still as her fingers hooked around it's edges. She silently lifted it from his face, revealing his beautiful, slender features. She took one delicate hand and ran it over his cheek, just as he had done with her. He reached up a hand and squeezed it gently, just as she had done with him.

He had planned to take advantage of her weakness. He had planned to turn her, make her his. That was still his plan, but now it was different. He wanted her. Not just her strength, but... her. The dainty way she ate. The steps of her dance. The way she held onto him. He wanted her, now he needed her. He had lost his control, had given it to her willingly. Two hearts beat as one. Her hands went to his jacket as his own reached around her shoulders and undid her dress, pulling it open and feeling her cream-like, smooth shoulders beneath the silk. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, crossing them to make an X across her back, and pulled her in for an even more passionate kiss. Now their tongues locked. Heartbeats raced, breaths deepened. They rolled on the bed together. She wound up on top of him, straddling him, her hands lightly holding onto his neck. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders. He parted the shoulders of her dress and slid it down her front, leaving her in black underclothes and the black choker, the moonstone glowing with a mysterious radiance in the dim light of the room. Their fingers moved together over the front of his shirt, not fumbling, and together they opened it and he cast it aside. She slid forward. His hands undid her bra and it fell away. Now they were flesh on flesh, lips and hands. Her panties... his pants... They rolled again...

Myotismon was perched above her. He guided his manhood to her very edge, a part of her that had only known defilement, not what it should have been. The body of a woman is like a piano. If one banged on the keys for the sheer hell of it, a terrible noise would be their reward. But someone who loved what they were doing, approached it with care and understanding could fill the mind with the greatest of musics. They froze, realizing that this was it. This was Hikari's last chance to turn back. He was looking at her, the power in his eyes burning holes in her face. She said no words, but finally, she summoned the courage to bring her eyes to meet his. Their eyes were locked as he brought one arm down and hooked it under her leg, bringing it over his shoulder. He kissed her again, and brought his hips forward. They were together, now, moving, a steady rhythm, Myotismon wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her against him, tight and close. Hikari moaned and bit her bottom lip, again burying her face in hiss shoulder. The pleasures of darkness. This was so different from the hurt, this passion, this love, this feeling that she had within her, being locked with another being in the most intimate of ways, she wrapped her free leg around his own and gripped the sheets of the bed with both hands, still doing her best to pull herself closer to him. She felt herself reach a new level of building towards climax, and she began moaning steadily into Myotismon's chest. He moved his own hips faster to meet hers. She closed her eyes tight and dug her nails into the sheets, moving even faster. Myotismon matched her pace perfectly, whispering in her ear as he rocked with her. "Hikari... I'm... I'm in love with you..." He whispered as she began to feel herself slipping. She was losing control. She moved in a frenzy. The air was thick with the smell of her sweat, of the incense, her eyes tightly shut, her entire world was Myotismon. She was coming even closer. She could see the edge. She reached it, and tottered on the brink. She moved wildly, tottering on the very brink between buildup and release, ready to cast herself off that edge. She was standing on the tip of a great cliff, trying to keep her balance... And then she was falling. No, she was flying! She was flying above everyone and everything. She was floating above Takeru, above Tai, above Sora, Davis, Mimi, Cody... She was flying! She was an angel of night, a queen of the shadow and the darkness' righteous master. And then she was Hikari again, and Myotismon was resting on top of here. They were still connected, his arms had not moved from where they'd been around her shoulders. "Myotismon... I'm in love with you."

His face nuzzled hers. "You were always an Angel, Hikari. You lost your way, though. Have you found it again? "Yes. Thank you, Myotismon. I've found my way again. Thank you so very much."

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