The pale grey light of dawn was just breaking when Daisuke shivered in his sleep and turned restlessly under the makeshift blanket that covered him. He was vaguely aware that he was naked, and that his entire body was covered with goosebumps the size of easter eggs except where it was pressed against something warm. Instinctively, he turned and nuzzled into that heat, wrapping his arms and one leg around it, trying to get as much warmth as he could. Pressing his face into something soft and clean smelling, Daisuke sighed happily and prepared to let himself drift back to sleep.
I should really talk to Mom about keeping the heater turned on at night, he thought, on the edge of sleep and maybe I should get another pad for my matress, it feels really hard...
Daisuke gasped as realization washed over him. Pressing one hand over his eyes, he layed back on the cold concrete as memories of the night before flooded back. His cheeks flushed a burning red as he remembered Dark's lips roaming over Krad's body, Dark pushing himself into the other man...
They were like animals, Daisuke pressed his lips tightly together and gritted his teeth, biting and clawing at eachother... To his embarassment and shame, Daisuke could feel himself getting slightly aroused by the memory.
The warmth beside him suddenly shifted and made a soft grumble of discomfort. Daisuke flung his hand from his face and opened his eyes wide with shock as beside him Hiwatari sighed and rolled over in his sleep, twining one arm around Daisuke's waist and settling his cheek comfortably against the flat of his ribcage. Daisuke could see the scratches and welts coursing bright red down the pale boy's bare flesh, wounds inflicted on Krad that transfered over to Hiwatari. Surveying himself quickly, Daisuke discovered that he too was crisscrossed with scratches from fingernails and bitemarks.
Dark? Dark, what exactly happened last night? Daisuke flushed deeper, almost purple, I mean, I know what happened, but why? Are you awake Dark? Daisuke sighed and shook his head. He could feel Dark's presence, but he seemed totally inert and unresponsive. He must be completely exhausted.
Daisuke glanced tentatively back at Hiwatar's sleeping body. Gleamingly pale and shivering, limbs still twined with Daisuke's, Hiwatari was half curled in a ball. Daisuke's eyes traveled down the bumps of spine and over Hiwatari's hipbones to where Krad's white robe draped over both of them. Trying to extricate himself from Hiwatari without waking him would be impossible, Daisuke decided, laying back against the cold ground.
I am actually sleeping with---no, next to--Hiwatari-kun. And we are both naked. Despite the cold and despite his discomfort, Daisuke could feel himself getting slightly aroused again. Hiwatari shifted against him again, drawing up his thigh between Daisuke's silkenly. Stretching slightly, Hiwatari opened his eyes and raised his head. Rubbing his eyes with the back of one hand, Hiwatari half smiled at Daisuke.
"Good morning, Niwa-kun," he said calmly, then reached down to run a finger lightly over a deep bite mark on Daisuke's collarbone. Daisuke expected Hiwatari to pull away, but instead he shifted himself closer, lowering his head to brush his lips lightly over the mark he had just fingered.
"Hiw--hiwatari-kun, what are you--" Daisuke said in a soft shakey voice, only to be cut off when Hiwatari, eyes half closed, brought his lips up against Daisuke's. Caught with his mouth still open, Daisuke didn't protest when Hiwatari's tongue curled into his mouth. Instead, his arms seemed to slide of their own accord around Hiwatari's back. As the kiss deepened, Daisuke felt the familiar dizziness wash over him. After a moment however, the world stopped spinning and he remained untransformed.
What's happening? Dark's presence remained dormant. Dark must be too exhausted from last night.
Hiwatari had a handful of Daisuke's red hair clenched in one fist and had his other arm curled posessively around Daisuke's shoulder, holding him as close as humanly possible. Daisuke was keenly aware of the fact that they were both naked and that he could feel every inch of Hiwatari's body against his, but in this confusing state that normally distressing thought made his arms tighten around Hiwatari.
Pulling back only slightly, Hiwatari looked at Daisuke searchingly. "You haven't changed into Dark."
Daisuke shook his head. "I don't think I can right now, " Daisuke hesitated, then added in a small voice, "That isn't why you kissed me, is it? To make me change into Dark so you could catch him?"
Hiwatari smiled slightly and brushed the blue hair out of his eyes. Without his glasses, his face looked softer. "No, that isn't why," he replied, running a finger across Daisuke's lower lip, "I'm actually glad. Very glad." Daisuke flushed red again, and Hiwatari laughed softly. "You are cute, Niwa-kun, "Hiwatari said, leaning in for another kiss, "I've always thought so."
"Um, shouldn't we get up, Hiwatari-kun?" Daisuke asked, hoping his voice was louder than the thunder of his pulse. After last night and what was happening right now, he just couldn't make himself think. "It's cold and we're going to be late for school..."
Hiwatari shook his head forcefully and twined himself tighter around Daiuske, placing one hand on either side of his head so that there was no avenue of escape. "No."
Daisuke felt his breath catch again, and couldnt rip his eyes away from Hiwatari's blue ones. They were still cold, even now, but a different kind of cold. It was as if Hiwatari had been starved of warmth for so long he was dying for a little heat. Without thinking, Daisuke responded to that need, wrapping his arms around Hiwatari's shoulders and pressing his lips against the other boy's.
Hiwatari stiffened momentarily in suprise, then melted against Daisuke. Unthinking for once, he simply allowed himself to feel. Opening his mouth wider against Daisuke's, Hiwatari slipped his tongue past the smaller boy's soft lips and delved deep into Daisuke's mouth, free for once from Krad's enraged interference.
"You taste like cinnamon," Hiwatari said breathlessly as the kiss finally broke.
"Mmm," Daisuke sighed as he nuzzled his face against Hiwatari's neck and dropped feathery kisses along his collarbone. Hiwatari buried his face into Daisuke's flame coloured hair and closed his eyes. He kept them closed as Daisuke raised his head again and brushed soft kisses along his cheekbones and temples before laying another achingly sweet kiss on his lips.
"Hiwatari-kun, I've always liked you," Daisuke said softly, brilliant amber eyes silently pleading for acceptance.
Hiatari smiled. "I know," he said, and leaned forward to kiss Daisuke again.
Daisuke evaded the kiss and bit his lower lip. "No, I mean, I liked you. Like this," he averted his eyes, and blushing, made an all encompasing gesture. "Dark would tease me for having a--" Daisuke hesitated, and blushed more deeply, "a crush on you."
Hiwarari pulled Daisuke forward and kissed him, funneling all of the emotion that he was feeling but couldn't express into it. Daisuke clung to him, trembling slightly, and accepted all of the passion and anguish of that kiss, sucking all of Hiwatari's pent up emotion into his own slender little body.
Hiwatari pulled back abruptly, face twisting with sudden pain. I don't deserve this, he thought, tears running down his face for the first time in years, He's too good, he gives too much...
"S--satoshi-kun?" Hiwatari looked up, startled. It was the first time Daisuke had ever called him by his given name. "I know I'm not supposed to feel this way, but I--I think I lo--"
Hiwatari quickly lunged forward and silenced Daisuke with a quick kiss. "Don't say it," he hissed softly. Daisuke's face broke, and he turned it away so Hiwatari couldn't see him cry. Hiwatari gently turned Daisuke's face back to his. "Don't say it because it isn't fair," he said gently, "I don't deserve it. No matter what happens, I still have my duty."
Daisuke pressed his tearstained face against Hiwatari's shoulder, feeling like a fool. Of course this changed nothing. Above him, Hiwatari shifted his weight, kissing Daisuke's forehead gently. Then, he lowered his mouth to the other boy's neck, kissing with aching softness the deep bruises and bitemarks from the night before. Slowly, he made his way down the length of Daisuke's body, lingering over the chest and nipples, kissing and carressing each scratch and welt inflicted by his other self.
Daisuke gasped as Hiwatari's tongue flicked across his chest and swirled around one of his nipples. He trembled with shock and fear and pleasure, wishing that he somehow knew what to do. Between Dark and Krad the night before, the same gestures had seemed frightening and feral, but now they just felt right.
Hiwatari's slender fingers closed around Daisuke, making him shake even harder. "What are you doing?" he barely managed to grit out between clenched teeth. Hiwatari didn't reply, just leaned forward and took him into his mouth. Every thought flew out of Daisuke's head as he arched back against the hard ground, moaning. It felt so good it almost hurt, and knowing it was Hiwatari--he almost couldn't contain everything he was feeling inside of himself.
Hiwatari had his arms wrapped around Daisuke's hips as he thrashed and bucked, moaning. When Daisuke had finally lay back against the ground again, panting, Hiwatari crawled on his hands and knees up to kiss him lightly on the lips.
"I want you to do it.." Daisuke said between gasps for air. He wrapped his arms around Hiwatari's chest tightly. "I want you to be my first."
"Daisuke-kun I--" Hiwatari was torn between conflicting emotions. It was something he wanted more than anything, but something he knew he wasn't good enough to take.
"Please," Daisuke's eyes were enormous in his face, full of fear and need. Wordlessly, Hiwatari settled between Daisuke's legs and moved into him very slowly. Daisuke bit his lips and moaned lightly from the sudden pain, face flushed as he met Hiwatari's gaze. Eyes locked, Daisuke watched as Hiwatari's face transformed. His delicately pale cheeks flushed red and he began to moan softly. Daisuke was suprised when the pain went away and he too got swept up in the pleasure of it.
Finally, Hiwatari arched back and gasped, shaking hard, then collapsed on Daisuke's chest. Daisuke's arms curled posessively around him, fingers curling into feather soft hair. Exhausted, Daisuke lightly kissed the top of Hiwatari's head and drifted into sleep.