Krad woke to the pleasurable sensation of a warm, hard body curled around
his, to being held in strong arms and feeling soft breaths against his
neck. He blinked his eyes open, taking in the bedroom, the sheets barely
covering him, and he smiled at the recollection of last night. It was already
morning and the sun was up, rays of light slanting through the partially
open blinds and playing over the sheets.
Lips descended onto his neck, kissing him gently, nibbling slightly.
He pushed into the contact, sighing in contentment. Dark's fingers stroked
over his stomach, petting him affectionately, then continued down to the
hip, exploring. Krad moaned lightly at the sensation.
Part of him wondered why he was still himself, in control of Satoshi's
body, and he quickly glanced at the blue spark that was his host. Satoshi
was semi-awake, having slept the night as a backseat presence, and Krad
felt a shiver of unease.
--'S okay-- came the lazy reply to the unspoken question.
--Satoshi?--
--Love is not just the physical act of sex... it also means waking
up with the person you love-- the young man explained with a fine smile.
--And it means breakfast sex--
Astounded, Krad stared at his host. He would... leave him control?
--Yeah, I will. Have fun, you two--
--Satoshi... I... thank you...-- he murmured.
A light bite against one shoulder brought him back to the world where
he lay with his lover. He turned and looked up into amused, dark violet
eyes. Bangs of black hair hung into the handsome face and Dark grinned.
"Satoshi told you to have fun?"
"Uh, yes..."
Krad reached up and caressed his lover's face. Lover... It seemed so
impossible and still, here they were.
"So how about it?" There was a mischievous twinkle. "Wanna have some
more fun?"
Krad pulled the other down into a slow, deep kiss. "Always," he murmured
as they separated in the simple need of air.
Dark's hands were wandering over his body, making him gasp and shiver
when his lover hit an especially sensitive spot. God, until last night
he hadn't even known he had sensitive spots, but when Dark kissed him and
touched him, his entire body seemed to turn into one, and Krad moaned softly.
Is this what you feel when Daisuke is with you, Satoshi? he thought.
--Uhm-hm … it's amazing, isn't it?--
Krad started. --Sato… ?!--
--Just ignore me …--
--Satoshi!--
--Okay, spoilsport. Consider me gone…--
--Voyeur!--
--Who, me?--
Krad blinked, looking up into a pair of amused violet eyes.
"Satoshi?" Dark asked with a knowing smile.
Krad nodded. "Can you spell mood killer?" he murmured, and his lover
chuckled.
"They have given us time, they meant it. Now, where was I?"
Krad almost cried out when nimble fingers wandered down his body, hot
lips nibbled at his throat. He heard his lover sigh softly, knowing Dark
felt something similar, and carded his hands into the black hair, pulling
the other man into a long passionate kiss.
"Dark," he whispered huskily, "I want you."
"Uh, after last night I'm not sure if I can…"
"No. You don't understand. I… want you… in me…"
Dark froze, looking down at him. "Krad?"
"Yes, I am sure. I… " He looked away, not sure of how to make himself
clear. "When I saw you last night, your face… I want to know, Dark."
A warm hand cupped his face, turning it so he was looking at his lover
once again.
"Dark, I have to make the most of it… "
"I understand."
Warm lips set on his in a soft and tender kiss.
"I understand, koibito" Dark whispered, slowly continuing his ministrations.
Krad shivered, but not because he was cold, on the contrary. The fingers
doing incredible things to his body, things he hadn't even known existed,
much less he was able to feel them, made him moan and arch, clutching the
sheets under him. No, it was one single word that still echoed in his mind,
one single word that, spoken with such a tenderness he had almost missed
it, started to worm itself into his mind and soul, started melt his frozen
soul.
Koibito …
He lay in their shared bed, gazing at the slender form at his side,
following the curve of the ribs to the flat stomach, the narrow hips, the
long, muscular legs… and his fingers played with the long, black strands
of the unruly hair. Dark Mousy, his former enemy, laying peacefully sleeping
in a bed they had just shared. Shared intimately.
Krad smiled a little and twirled the black strand around one finger,
enjoying the silky feel.
Making love, he thought. Loving… loving him. Him loving Dark.
Violet eyes opened and caught his contemplative gaze. Krad felt his
lips curve into a smile at the tender expression, the warmth and affection,
while part of him sent a trickle of old memories into his waking mind.
'I hate your face.'
'I'll kill you.'
"Krad?" Dark whispered and caught the hand playing with his hair.
"Good morning," the demon murmured and kissed him.
The soft mouth underneath his opened and Dark invited him inside, opening
up under his kiss. Krad ran gentle hands over the naked form, trying to
ignore the louder growing voice that reminded him of something from just
a few months before.
"I still hate your face."
"I never expected anything else, Dark Mousy."
"Then that's clear."
Oh yes, at the time it had been clear. Very clear.
Now…
"Krad?"
Dark's worried, inquisitive tone reminded him of the fact that the
other was quite perceptive.
"It's nothing."
"It's something all right. I know that face." Dark cupped his cheek
and rubbed a thumb over his skin. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
Not last night. But in the past. You hate me, Krad thought painfully.
"No," he murmured.
"Then what is it? What's wrong?"
He sat up and Dark did the same, both suppressing a wince. Krad ignored
the discomfort.
"Talk to me," the kaitou begged.
"Do you remember…" Krad started, then stopped. "We hated each other,"
he finally murmured. "You said you hated my face… just a few months ago…
when we fought the entity."
Dark swallowed at the memory. "Yeah. I did," he whispered.
"Now we made love… and you said you love me," Krad went on, feeling
emotions he had never experienced before. Sometimes he thought he was still
like a small child in so many ways, so inexperienced…
"I do love you, Krad. I always have."
He blinked. "What?" he blurted.
Dark smiled ruefully. "We always loved each other. We were one, torn
apart, separated, but we loved while we were together. We were caught on
opposite sides of a war and it hurt… it hurt and I didn't know why. So
I chose the hatred because if was so much easier than trying to find out
what this feeling was, that it was love."
Krad met the serious violet eyes. He recalled his own past, the indoctrinated
hatred, the pain, the curse of his existence, and his jealousy and envy
of Dark. He had been drawn to his other half, but what had it been? Love?
"I never knew what it was until the moment I touched you, pushed you
into the Black Wings," Dark went on, gazing at the blanket covering his
crossed legs. "We never touched. We just fought with weapons and magic."
He chewed on his lower lip. "At the time I couldn't think of that feeling,
of the jolt I received, because I had to save Daisuke and stop you… but
now… it makes so much sense and it hurts to know we could have ended this
cycle of hatred sooner – had we just touched."
Krad reached out and took his lover's hand. "We weren't ready. It had
to be Daisuke and Satoshi. No other combination would have worked."
Dark smiled ruefully. "Maybe. But I want you to believe me – I love
you. I don't hate anything about you, especially your face." He leaned
forward and brushed their lips together. "I love you, Krad. I want you.
I need you."
Krad shivered a little. I need you, too, Dark Mousy. So much that it
scares me. Just like I need my host, which frightens me just the same.
I depend on you.
Dark just pushed him down onto the bed again, looking into the golden
eyes of the demon, smiling. He kissed him, slowly, gently, tenderly, then
snuggled down beside him. Krad felt strongs arms surround him, cradle
him against the slender form, and he relaxed into the so hauntingly familiar
presence. He was warm, comfortable… felt so very secure here.
I love you, he thought, closing his eyes. Maybe I always did.
Daisuke stretched and groaned softly, feeling places twinge that he
knew very well. Beside him, Satoshi rolled onto his stomach, resting his
weight on his elbows, grinning at him.
"I feel thoroughly fucked," Daisuke murmured, smiling lazily.
"Yeah, same here. And it wasn't even us."
"That's what you get from time-sharing."
Satoshi seemed to briefly look inward, features softening into contentment,
and Daisuke had to smile more. Ever since host and demon had come to an
agreement, Satoshi was back to his old self. He could smile again without
that lingering bad taste.
"Yes..."
Daisuke checked on Dark who was a warm, relaxed presence in the back
of his own mind. He caught Satoshi around the neck, pulling him into
a good-morning kiss, which was happily answered.
"Shower?" Daisuke asked.
The other grinned. "Hope you don't have any ulterior motives because
I'll be glad if I can still sit down today."
"I never have ulterior motives," was the chuckled reply and Daisuke
swung his legs out of bed, feeling his backside protest more. "But damn,
I need a hot shower to loosen up. Those two are worse than us..."
An arm slipped around his waist and Satoshi kissed the mark Krad had
left on one shoulder. "I don't think that's possible."
"How can you? After last night?"
"Oh well... yes..."
"And this morning!"
"There's that, right..."
They walked into the bathroom.