Feral Desideratum
Stage Two
It was only six fifteen in the morning when Satoshi arrived in school. He was on cleaning duty that day and had to prepare the classroom before the whole class settled in. As he walked up the stairs in a slow pace, he recalled what happened yesterday between him and Daisuke. He grimaced when his words returned to him. Why did he have to be so rash when it came to Daisuke? It was almost as though he was in a hurry for something to happen between them. Anticipation, he recognized, was the reason why he conveyed fallacious things that afternoon. If only he had read between the lines, he and Daisuke would be greeting each other when the boy arrived. Too bad it was over between them.
Satoshi's cheeks turned pink. What was he thinking? It was over between them? It's not like they had anything going on before their misunderstanding, or else Satoshi would be in heaven right now. He entered the classroom with his hand covering his mouth, and when he looked up he saw that someone was already cleaning the blackboard. The sun hit his eyes so he at first he couldn't see who it was, but after moving away from the light he felt that he wasn't breathing right.
Standing just a few feet away from him was Daisuke, and he had a distinctly glowing smile on his face.
"What are you doing here?" asked Satoshi in a serious voice before the smaller boy could greet him good morning. "Your assignment's not until next week. The older Harada sister's supposed to be my partner," He placed his things on top of his table before he went to the teacher's table to change the flowers in the vase. "Is it because of yesterday?"
Daisuke stopped. He turned his gaze towards the blue-haired boy's direction, who wasn't looking at him. "I have no idea what happened, Hiwatari-kun," he began. "If you have a problem with me, then tell me what it is so I can apologize to you. Is it because I wanted us to stay as friends? Is that it?"
"I can't tell you, at least not right now, and even if I did it would only make things worse than they already are," Satoshi glared at Daisuke. "And why are you so damn guilty anyway? People only feel accountable when they know they've done or contributed to something. Don't keep on involving yourself in my personal problems. Inside you must be mocking me," He turned to leave and gather flowers from the school garden.
"That's not true!" fought Daisuke, dropping the eraser on the chalk ledge and walking towards Satoshi. "How can you say that? I'm already helping you fix everything but you keep on pushing me away. What kind of person rejects a helping hand?"
Satoshi spun around to face him. "I never asked for your help so don't you dare point out that I'm snubbing you. If you don't like me refusing your assistance, then you might as well not talk to me at all," He opened the sliding door and stepped out of the room, leaving Daisuke teary-eyed.
During lunchtime, Satoshi was nowhere to be found. He wasn't at his usual hideouts, and he hadn't informed anyone where he was off to. Daisuke, who remained as serious as ever to patch things up with the young Commander, was sweating and wheezing heavily after he had ran around the campus looking for him. It didn't matter that he himself was the trigger to Satoshi's bad mood, as long as they went back to their old relationship.
Daisuke stopped to rest at the grassy area of the school outdoors. He leaned his tired body against a tree trunk and closed his eyes. The wind blew around him, and a picture of Satoshi blowing his eyes came to his mind. What was it about the teen that was so… attractive?
'That Satoshi's playing hard to get, isn't he?' Dark suddenly said. He had been quiet all morning; sitting back and watching the two redefine forgiveness. 'I think it's time to resort to something more effective but requires minimal effort,'
Sighing, Daisuke asked, "Can't I just repeat plan number one? I don't like the sound of your idea,"
'But I haven't even said anything,'
"I know. That's why I'm worried. Just the way you say it is already suspicious,"
The bathroom was soon blocked by steam as Satoshi filled the bathtub with hot water. He waited for the slow gush coming out from the half-turned faucet to finish. Meanwhile, he went in front of the mirror and rid himself of his school uniform. He ran his hands over his shoulders, chest, and upper limbs, feeling the coldness of his smooth skin. Krad, who was no longer sleeping, found the scene rather naughty.
'You've gotten more gorgeous lately, Satoshi-sama,' he commented. 'If I were out there you'd see how much your touching yourself's affecting me,'
"I'm not going to sleep with you again if that's what you're thinking," said Satoshi, seeing that the tub was nearly full. "I only let you go as far as you've gotten the first time because I didn't feel like saying anything. I'm saving my complete self for somebody else," He turned the faucet off and stepped carefully into the water, adjusting his body to the high temperature. He sat down and rested his head on one edge of the tub.
'I'm fully aware of that,' spoke Krad. 'But I wonder… Is he saving himself, too, or has he given up his innocence a long time ago without your knowledge?'
"Shut up!" shouted Satoshi, red with anger. "I don't need you spoiling this for me. I have enough fuckin' problems to deal with, and I'm not letting you add yourself to the list. Just shut your mouth and leave me be!" He hit the water with his fists, and Krad knew better than to answer.
After his bath, Satoshi wrapped himself with a towel and opened his closet to pick out sleeping clothes. He chose a very loose white shirt with a slit reaching a fourth down his chest and a pair of shorts, which was hidden by his top so he appeared to be naked at the bottom half. He grabbed the novel he had begun reading the other day, sat on his bed with a pillow supporting his back. He put his glasses on and went to the page where he had left off.
The book was about two souls that were destined to be together. The problem was that they would always be born on different eras; therefore they died lonesome and incomplete after each lifetime. The other gods pitied them and disrupted time in order for them be born in the same generation, but the Father of Time found out about their clandestine action. He made them both males, knowing that at that period on Earth same-gender relationships were discriminated and punished. The couple found one another and instantly fell in love, but the people forever cursed them. They were together, yes, but their social, physical, and spiritual status were at stake.
What attracted Satoshi to the hardback was not the plot alone, but his own curiosity as to where the lovers would be led in the end. The genre of the work didn't exactly match up to his classical and political taste, and that fact was his excuse not to simply disregard the novel. Krad, on the other hand, found it too sentimental and inappropriate for his eyes. Ever since his Tamer had laid eyes on the prologue, he would force himself to sleep and not hear the words that were being filtered and analyzed in Satoshi's brain. The boy could read faster than the speed of sound, and so it was hard for Krad to get a wink of sleep.
The blonde's agony, though, was disturbed as the phone on Satoshi's side table rang. The Commander picked it up. He listened for a while, said a brief "I understand," and went back to his book. The Phantom Thief had sent another note to the police. He was going to steal the Providence Choker, which was the most valuable and sought-after jewel of its time because only two were known to exist, and one had vanished into thin air. The legend spoke of forbidden lovers who sold all they had to buy the said chokers, believing that by owning them their lives would be tied together for eternity. The spell had vanished, though, because of the other choker's disappearance. The remaining one's worth then grew.
'Sounds just like that story you're reading, Satoshi-sama,' observed Krad. 'Do you think it's non-fictional after all?'
"As far as I know, the author's a rookie," replied Satoshi, recalling a newspaper he had read wherein the book was being featured, and there was a short biography of the writer. "And he specializes in fiction. It's possible that he may have based this novel on facts,"
'Or on a legend,' added Krad. Satoshi nodded in agreement. He looked out the window, spotting the crescent moon in the middle of thin black clouds. Tomorrow night, he would be seeing the same heavenly body when his ordained rival strikes, and he would have to attempt to capture him despite his unwillingness to do so.
"I don't think this will work, Dark, and darn it… It's wrong, and totally embarrassing!"
'Shh! He's coming!'
Satoshi appeared through the double doors of one of the museum's private rooms. The most priced items the place owned were displayed there, open to the public only on special occasions. The Commander knew better than to trust Dark not to be lured. His target object was in a glass-covered case, lit by two small lamps. As he expected, Satoshi saw that the choker was gone. On the other hand, the one who took it was still in the room.
"There's no use hiding," said Satoshi. "You've finished the job. Why haven't you left the building?"
'You know me so well, Satoshi,' Dark, while wearing the choker around his own neck, came out of the shadows looking quite smug. 'It's almost like you stalk me or something. Aren't our meetings enough to contribute to your fantasies?'
Satoshi's stare was blank. "And how do you know of my fantasies? Maybe you're the stalker between us, Dark," An all-knowing grin formed on his face.
'Ohoho,' Dark said in amusement. 'You're full of energy tonight. Is it because you're swimming in a pool of fondness in making my Daisuke cry?'
"I believe you have no right to interfere in our business," said Satoshi. "You are nothing but a creature of commensalisms. You shouldn't poke your nose into things you're not directly included in,"
'You're right. I am nothing but a freeloader living in Daisuke's body,' Dark began to circle the room, and Satoshi followed him closely. 'At least I'm not doing him any harm. Then again, you who make my Tamer weak every time you look into his eyes and can make him smile regardless of the situation happen to be the same one who gives him sleepless nights and so much anxiety. Have you no shame in yourself? He wanted your friendship. That was all he asked of you, but no. You had to be dishonest and judgmental, in other words: a weakling,'
"You think you know everything about me by what you see and hear from Daisuke…" said Satoshi. He was hit by the blue moonlight, and his blissfully sapphire eyes became more evident. "… The truth is, I have exposed only so little of my being to him, and it would take more to persuade me to show the rest of it,"
'Persuasion, you say?' Dark changed his direction, instead moving towards Satoshi. 'I think I'm pretty good with that. You be the judge,' He stopped a couple of feet from where the other stood still, and started to unzip the tight black suit that contoured his slender body. At the same time, he slipped out of his pair of black boots.
"What on earth are you planning to do, Dark?" asked Satoshi with hardly a hint of interest in his voice. "Seduce me?"
'You're underestimating me, Hiwatari-kun,' answered Dark, addressing the Commander the same way as Daisuke did. 'Why would I be the one to seduce you, when we both know only one person is capable of that?'
Satoshi kept his cool when Dark pushed him gently against the inside ledge of the window, the thief's right leg folded beside him and his left arm resting at Satoshi's other side. They were as close as they could get; an adjustment would make it a different story. Smirking, Dark bent over until their faces barely touched.
"He wouldn't do this to me," said Satoshi. "He's no pervert,"
'Let's find out shall we?' Dark removed his leg but kept the very small distance between their bodies. There was an unzipping sound, and when Dark bent a bit Satoshi was sure he was already in the nude. 'Don't look down, Commander. You might just like what you'll see,'
"I highly doubt that," Satoshi said without batting an eyelash. That made Dark's smile widened, and when he had caught the other off-guard, he gave him a kiss, and a fiery one at that. Satoshi's eyes grew, and when he began to struggle his harasser pulled him tightly, stopping any movement he was making. Helpless, Satoshi closed his oculars, taking in the assault. It was strange that he was enjoying the moment. Dark's body felt muscular and hard against Satoshi's own, and his lips were unbelievably warm and moist.
Seeing that he was completely relaxed, Dark loosened his grip on the boy and kissed him deeper. Satoshi wrapped his arms reflexively around Dark's neck, a hand raking through his dark lavender hair. With their lip locking it seemed precious time was lost. They were growing more and more hungry for each other; their breaths had turned into panting when they split.
'That wasn't the real deal, Satoshi,' reminded Dark. 'That was just a warm-up,'
"Kissing me won't do you any good," said Satoshi. "Why don't we cut to the chase right now? I think someone's itching to take your place,"
'I don't know,' teased Dark. 'He's still sulking over that fight you had. He's a sensitive kid. You should've played nice when he was around. And may I remind you that if you do this with him, Krad might come out any second. You wouldn't want to see Daisuke chopped up into little pieces,"
"I won't let that happen," swore Satoshi. He undid a couple of buttons on his shirt, showing his undeniably desirable flesh. "But you were right about one thing. Our meetings don't help with my fantasies. Now switch with Daisuke, or would you rather that we be partners tonight?"
'You're bluffing,' said Dark, enjoying himself. 'You're not going to let this night pass without taking advantage of my Tamer. Oh well. You should know that you two have the same nasty desires,'
That statement made Satoshi blush madly. What was Dark talking about? Was that his idea of a sick joke? He had no time to think as Dark held the back of his head and tilted it for another kiss. He made way as the taller man went on the ledge with him, pinning the upper half of his body on the cold wall and spreading his legs on the ledge's surface; he was in a very vulnerable position. As their kissing and groping lengthened, Satoshi suddenly noticed that Dark' body had become smaller and thinner, and his lips felt different as well. Opening his eyes, Satoshi saw a naked Daisuke, catching his breath and sweating feverishly.
"Hiwatari…kun," whispered Daisuke. "Dark thought… that if I did this with you… you'd forgive me… and everything… everything will be alright again… So please," He stared up into Satoshi's cerulean eyes pleadingly. "Forgive me, Hiwatari-kun," The tears of desperation came, and so did Satoshi's warm embrace.
"Don't cry, Niwa," hushed Satoshi. It was a dream come true that he finally had the boy cradled in his arms. "If you don't want to do this, if Dark only forced you to, then I'll let you go home. I should be forgiving myself because all this was my doing. I didn't mean to make you suffer this much,"
"Hiwatari-kun…" Daisuke whimpered, his lips touching the side of Satoshi's neck. "I'm so sorry,"
Satoshi, in reply, buried his head in Daisuke's hair and closed the distance between them. From a distance they looked like lovers in despair, just like the legend behind the choker Daisuke was still wearing.
Author's Notes: Wow! This is by far the longest chapter I've ever written for a fanfic! I'm so happy! I never thought it would be so hard to think of things to fill up an entire page. Sheesh. It's too much work. Kudos to some of my favorite fanfic authors whose writings can be compared with novels. Hihi. I salute you! Anyhow, I once again thank you for reading my story. See y'all in the next update!
