Dark's fingernails snagged in the silken tangle of Krad's hair as he yanked his blonde counterpart in for another hungry kiss. It had been centuries since he had last delved his tongue between the lips and past the sharp teeth to twine tongues and taste the trecherous sweetness of Krad's mouth. He felt his former lover's arms wrapping tightly around his back, pulling him as close as humanly possible. Chest grinding against slender chest, hips beginning to teasingly brush together, Dark stopped trying to think.
God, it has been so long...Dark gasped as he felt the soft cotton of Krad's gloved hand insinuating itself under the edge of his shirt, skim caressingly over his ribs and capture a hardened nipple between his fingers.
Dark! Are you insane? This is Krad! The one who has been trying to kill you. Daisuke sputtered, confused and shocked by the rapid procession of events.
Shut up, Dai-kun. Tonight is mine, Dark replied as he caught Krad's lower lip between his teeth and bit down. Besides, think of who you sound like, Dark added, ammused.
I sound like you, idiot! Daisuke retorted.
Dark didn't reply as Krad's honey eyes widened at the sudden pain, then narrowed again with pleasure. A low purring growl rumbled through his chest as he grasped the hem of Dark's shirt and pulled it swiftly over the touseled purple hair of the Phantom Thief. Dark's breath involuntarily caught as frigid night air attacked his gleaming white flesh. Trembling slightly with cold, he drew Krad's warm body back against his own. Catching the white clad wrist, Dark brought the gloved hand to his lips. Catching the cotton swathed fingertip in his mouth, Dark let his teeth scrape over it as he pulled the glove away. Chest to chest once again, Dark could feel Krad's heartbeat speed up as intense cat eyes fixed on his lips. Resting his newly freed hand on Dark's pale chest, Krad offered his other hand for simmilar treatment.
Closing violet eyes, Dark nudged his hips against Krad's, low slung leather pants falling below shadow graced hipbones. Grasping the second white glove in his teeth, Dark swung his eyes up, meeting Krad's gaze with matching intesity. Slowly, with deliberate care, Dark drew the glove away, lips clinging sensually to Krad's fingertips. Pulling his hand away roughly, Krad swung it around to grasp the back of Dark's head, bringing him in for a wild kiss that was more teeth and tongue than lips.
Chuckling, Dark drew away and with infuriating slowness began to negotiate the removal of Krad's clothing. Krad made an attempt to once again lunge in for a kiss, but Dark expertly deflected it. Krad impatiently reached for his clothing, intending to tear it off of himself in frustration, but a firm glance from Dark had his hands settling again like nervous birds at his side. With infinite care, Dark carefully unbuttoned and unbuckled Krad's clothing, allowing his hands to tease and caress as he did so.
"So impatient, Krad. You get so excited and can't hold yourself back," Dark murmured, finally slipping the heavy white robes from Krad's shoulders.
Krad moaned a little as the icy wind was replaced by Dark's arms around his back and buried his face into the Phantom Thief's neck. Arms tight around Dark, in the moonlight the two looked as if they were carved from the same stone. Shivering slightly, Krad ran his lips over Dark's neck, leaving wet kisses from collarbone to the shadow under his ear. Fingernails scrabbling over Dark's back, Krad planted one last kiss on his pulse point and then sunk his teeth into the soft skin.
Dark grunted with the sudden pain, pulling sharply at Krad's blonde locks and throwing his head back. Dark's hands slid everywhere over Krad's white-gold body, leaving red scratches under his shoulderblades and pinching both of his nipples at once. Krad released his grip on Dark's throat with a feral growl, and unexpectedly pushed Dark backwards onto the ground.
Checking his fall with his usual grace, Dark managed to land without hurting himself. The stone was like ice against his bare skin, chilled by the ocean breeze that blew up the side of the cliff and whistled past the old lighthouse. Krad pounced on him, settling over him like a cat on a mouse, yellow eyes gleaming in the darkness. Pushing Dark flat against the stone, Krad flung one white clad leg over him, straddling him. Grinding groing to groin, Krad slunk his upper body forward and licked lightly up Dark's chest. The wind caught his hair and flung it over both of them like a net of silk and sunlight as Krad's tongue flicked out to lick at Dark's nipples. Sucking one into his mouth, he nibbled it gently, grinding harder against Dark.
Eyes raising to meet Dark's, he slid his tongue back down Dark's chest and along the edge of Dark's pants. With deft practiced movements, Krad unzipped and unbuttoned the straining leather. With one last, wicked grin, Krad darted his tongue out like a cat licking up milk. Feeling first Krad's tongue, then mouth, engulf him, Dark fell back against the stones of the lighthouse, barely feeling the cold. Moaning into the night, Dark reached down and ran his hands through Krad's mane, spreading it over himself like a silken blanket. Bucking his hips in time with Krad's stroking rhythm, Dark's fingernails clawed at the stone, leaving fingertips raw and bloody. Eyes closed, he was gasping. He knew he was close.
Too close. Abruptly sitting and flipping Krad over onto his back, Dark reversed their positions. First peeling his own pants away, he ran his hands from Krad's ankle to thigh, deliberately teasing him before flicking open the fastenings of Krad's pants. Tearing them down roughly, Dark tossed them aside with a feral smile of his own.
Krad may like to play the dominant one, he thought, catching both of Krad's wrists in one hand and forcing them down above Krad's head, but we both know what he really wants.
Dark let his free hand slide teasingly down Krad's chest, touch featherlight and ticklish. Krad's eyes were fastened to Dark's face and were dark with lust. Leaning forward to run his tongue over Krad's lips, Dark's hand found Krad and began a slow but persistant rhythm of it's own. Krad moaned and arched his backoff of the pavement at Dark's touch, eyes closed. Dark lowered his mouth to suck at the smooth skin of Krad's throat, licking at the fluttering pulse.
Finally, knowing that Krad couldnt take much more, Dark settled himself between Krad's pale legs. Positioning himself, Dark thrust forward gently. Krad's eyes flew open and his arms wrapped tightly around Dark.
"Don't be gentle," He told Dark, pressing his face to Dark's shoulder. "I need--"
Krad sucked his breath in sharply as Dark pushed roughly into him. Dark pushed Krad roughly back onto the stones, bracing himself as he drove hard into him. Lost in the pain and pleasure, Krad tore at Dark's chest and back with sharp nails, inflicting shallow cuts and raised welts. Dark's breath began to quicken as he felt himself going over the edge. Grasping a handful of Krad's hair, he buried his face in it, moaning and breathing in Krad's scent.
Krad clutched at dark, nipping at his shoulders and collarbone. Dark increased the speed and intensity of the grinding thrusts, pushing harder into Krad and causing more friction between the two bodies. Krad felt the pressure mount and he sunk his teeth into Dark's shoulder, then crumpled in release. Dark had also stiffened, driven into him one final time and collapsed against him.
Nuzzling at Dark's ear, Krad let his breath slide warmly into it. "Tell me," he whispered.
Dark turned to look at him with unreadable eyes. He didn't say anything, just flipped a strand of hair out of his eyes.
Krad reached up and gripped Dark's face in his hand. "Tell me, Dark. Say it."
Dark sighed. Gently, he ran a finger over Krad's lower lip. " I love you, Krad. I always have," Dark smiled bitterly, "I have to. He never gave me the choice. But," lowered his face against Krad's chest, letting himself be cradled, "I choose to hate you."
Krad touched a finger to Dark's lips. "Not tonight. Tonight, we just have love," He sighed and snuggled closer against Dark, drawing his discarded white robe over them like a blanket, "But if I see you tomorrow I will kill you."
Closing his eyes sleepily, Dark sighed again. I know you will. Then, almost an afterthought, Dai-kun? Are you ok? He felt a twinge of guilt, knowing he could have tried to put Daisuke to "sleep", but also knowing he would never have had enough concentration to hold him in that state.
I--yeah. No. I don't know, Daisuke replied falteringly, sounding a little stunned.
We'll talk more about it in the morning, Dark told him, lulled by Krad's even breathing to the gates of sleep. Drifting into the fog of dreams, Dark found himself looking at a house he hadn't seen in lifetimes.