Feral Desideratum

Stage Four

The automatic glass sliding doors gave way when Daisuke, clutching a small piece of folded paper in one hand and a wallet in another, stepped on the black mat at the front of the grocery. He stepped inside, feeling a rush of cold air coming from the air conditioner just above the entrance. He looked around and saw that there weren't too much people, which meant that he could go home at once and pick up a comic on the way. He could then relax for the rest of the afternoon, and perhaps go somewhere all by himself if he wasn't feeling too lazy. Picking up a metal basket from a neat stack beside the cashier, he began his shopping.

The things in the list that his mom had made were arranged according to their kind and aisle number. Daisuke found it weird that his mom knew the exact aisle where the items were located. He shrugged the thought off and saw the first thing he needed: vegetables. He selected carrots, lettuce, string beans, potatoes, onions, garlic, and red cabbage. From the fruits, he took some apples, bananas, and oranges. After that came meat, poultry, and fish. When Daisuke finished, he had dairy products, a box of cereal, and assorted snacks added in his basket. The weight was incredible and he had to drag it all the way to the paying counter, which was twenty-two aisles away.

"Do you need help?" someone asked from behind him.

"Oh no. I'm good," Daisuke lied. He was only at the twelfth aisle and his palms had turned red. He gasped slightly when a strong hand took the handle and lifted the groceries with ease. The redhead looked up, and another gasp escaped from him. "H-Hiwatari-kun?"

After the foodstuffs had been paid for, Daisuke and Satoshi exited carrying a paper bag each. The former felt rather embarrassed as usual, thinking that he had bothered the latter too many times to be forgiven. Daisuke sighed, which Satoshi heard.

"I want nothing more but your comfort," he said to the smaller boy while keeping his gaze straight ahead. "And of course your happiness. It would've been so bad mannered of me if I simply watched you struggling, and in the presence of older people, too. Also, we need to talk about that favor I asked of you yesterday," He turned his head towards Daisuke. "Are you sure you're up for it?"

Daisuke nodded. "A promise is a promise, Hiwatari-kun," He felt his cheeks getting warmer. "I want to return all the help you've given me in the past. I might end up in an awkward situation, but if it's for you then my will is not against it. And I think that, well, it's going to be kind of fun,"

"Fun?" Satoshi asked curiously. "What's the fun in that? I hesitated before I made that call last night because I thought about how you would feel. I realized I was being selfish. When you accepted, I was amazed. I was sure you were going to give me a negative answer,"

"My nose actually, um… bled when I heard your request," admitted Daisuke, his blush growing. "Dark was teasing me like mad, too, and grandpa thought I was talking to a girl…" He coughed to clear his throat. "Anyway, my decision's final. I tried to start preparing it for it but Dark was singing this stupid song and the only thing I could do to shut him up completely was to sleep. He kept me awake for another two hours though eventually he got tired and left me alone. By the way, Hiwatari-kun, what am I supposed to wear?"

"I haven't really thought of that," replied Satoshi. "I guess you're going to have to wear the girl's uniform, unless of course you'd like something else,"

Daisuke began to sweat just thinking about wearing the girl's uniform. The skirt was too short and might show something undesirable if he wasn't careful. No, he wasn't going to be caught that way. He had to think of something, and fast.

"Thanks a lot, Hiwatari-kun," said Daisuke when they were at the front door. "You can leave the groceries here for a while. I'm just going to—"

"I'll carry these inside," Satoshi offered. "Someone might get these if unsupervised,"

Daisuke nearly said yes when he realized that the house traps might have been activated while he was gone. He reddened and said, "That's alright, Hiwatari-kun! I can do it myself. I'm sure no one here's a thief. Our neighbors are always so friendly, you know. Haha,"

Satoshi moved his face nearer Daisuke's. "You can't always be sure," He whispered in a suave voice. "Times are hard nowadays. A lot of people are starving in the streets, and when they see these groceries their instinct tells them…to steal it for themselves,"

The redhead gulped. Why was he always helpless when it was Satoshi in front of him? "I-I guess you could at least…put them on the kitchen table," He unlocked the door and went in cautiously. It was quiet. He took a step, then another, and didn't get trapped in anything. Just when he thought there weren't any hidden traps, he heard something open. He looked behind him and saw Satoshi in midair, about to fall into a hole in the floor.

"Hiwatari-kun!" He shouted. He reached out his hand, but a whooshing sound distracted him. Satoshi was no longer in front but above him. He had used his free hand to push himself up and escape. When his feet had touched the ground, arrows came out from the end of the hallway and aimed for him. He dodged them flawlessly. A metal bar then appeared from the ceiling and was about to hit his head when he rolled out of the way. He crawled inside the kitchen and stood up. He saw a butcher knife flipping towards him.

"Hiwatari-kun!" Daisuke went inside the room, and saw Satoshi with a satisfied smile on his face and a knife he was twirling with his hand.

"Now that's my definition of fun," said the Commander.

Daisuke had to laugh. He was relieved that Satoshi was all right and astonished with his moves as well. In his mind he wondered what it would've been like if Satoshi had been the Phantom Thief. That made him laugh even more.


Yumi removed her glasses, massaged the space between her eyes, and sank in her chair. The auditions were finally over, and she felt she'd heard enough singing and seen enough acting and dancing. Majority of the hopefuls were awfully awful, but at least others were able to bring out their hidden talents show that they had potential. Now all she had to do was decide who was going to take the two parts.

"Akihara-san," one of the stage screw said, tapping her on the shoulder. "There's one more student who wants to audition,"

"What!" Yumi said. With the number of people who auditioned, it seemed nearly impossible that there was any student left who hadn't come.

"I suggest you stick around, Akihara-san," continued the stage crewmember. "She's very pretty. I'm sure you'll like her,"

"Bring her out then," said Yumi tiredly. She sighed and waited. She heard footsteps, dainty ones, and looked up saying, "What's your n?" She almost fainted at what she saw. She rubbed her eyes just in case she was dreaming, but she wasn't. In front of her stood the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. She was petite yet slender, and her scarlet hair, which was kept neat by a wide headband, cascaded down her back and reached her tiny waist. Her ruby eyes had long black lashes that gently curved upwards, her cheeks were glowing, and her lips were thin and curved into a most feminine smile. She wore a long-sleeved top with wide ruffles at the end of the sleeves and a slightly flared skirt that ended up an inch below her knees. On her perfectly shaped legs she wore white stockings while on her feet were shiny pink slip-ons.

"Akihara-san, you flatter me," said the girl, her sweet voice music to Yumi's ears. "But I suggest you close your mouth now because I'm going to start," When she giggled, it melted Yumi's heart into a blood puddle. "Okay," The girl cleared her throat once, and said, "Hello. My name is Kyo Furime. I know I may sound proud of myself, but I feel that I can do both Juliet and Princess Aurora, and so I am going to portray both today. I am going to be Juliet first… Romeo! Romeo! Where are you, my dear Romeo? Deny my father, refuse your name, and I will no longer be a Capulet… Now I shall be Princess Aurora…" She lifted her hands in a dancing position, and began to dance by herself. Even without music she glided across the stage smoothly. Yumi clapped, and stopped when she heard someone approaching. It was Satoshi Hiwatari, the star of the plays.

"May I have this dance, my lady?" he said, putting out his hand. Kyo curtsied and accepted the invitation. She placed her left hand in Satoshi's right, her right hand on his left shoulder, and the seemingly prince held her at the back of her waist. They began their dance. Yumi watched in awe as the two of them moved in perfect rhythm, completely synchronized. They complimented each other well, though both of them were undeniably elegant. The way they looked in each other's eyes could surely melt anyone's heart. They appeared to be lovers in real life.

When their dance ended, the girl curtsied for the second time and Satoshi bowed down. The girl faced Yumi. "How did I do, Akihara-san?" she asked.

Yumi looked up, and they saw that she was crying. Kyo was confused until Yumi went to her and took her hands. "Y-you are…an angel sent from up above!" She exclaimed, crying even harder and louder. "Where've you been all my life? Please, please, please be Juliet and Princess Aurora!'

Kyo gave her a warm smile and nodded. When Yumi hugged her, she gave Satoshi a wink.

Their plan had worked seamlessly.


Opening his can of root beer, Daisuke took several gulps and let out a sigh of happiness. Never in his life had something so heart-pounding and nearly life-threatening occurred. The best part of all, he had his very first real dance, and it was someone so unanticipated: Satoshi.

Daisuke looked at his dance partner sitting beside him on the wooden bench. He was drinking strawberry juice that left a red pinkish color on his lips. Daisuke smiled dreamily. Could the boy be finer than he already was? His soft cerulean hair and deep eyes of the same color made him angelic, his body tall and slim but not entirely thin. His skin was as smooth and as clear as cream. He moved as gracefully as a swan. His voice could tame the wildest of beasts. There was no denying that he was one of the most perfect people God had created.

The redhead went back to his drink; sipping the liquid and feeling the coldness go down his throat. Did he deserve having Satoshi as a friend? He was beyond handsome, wise, independent, and strong; Daisuke was nothing but a clumsy oaf whose tears were shallow and whose grades were merely average. He wasn't even as tall as Satoshi. He sighed, realizing that comparing himself to the Commander was as useless as comparing a single block of cement to a finished skyscraper. Soon, Daisuke felt a burning sensation in his eyes and an agonizing soreness in his chest. He dropped his root beer. Satoshi was alarmed.

"Niwa!" He kneeled in front of Daisuke's crouched figure. The redhead was shaking terribly, his shoulders falling and rising. His hands were covering his face. "Niwa, what's wrong? Have I upset you in any way? Does it hurt somewhere? Niwa, answer me!" When the smaller boy didn't answer, Satoshi couldn't think of anything to do to comfort him except to embrace him. Daisuke continued to shiver in his arms. Satoshi pulled him closer until they were both on the ground with Daisuke on top. "Daisuke…Daisuke…" called Satoshi. He cradled him gently, afraid that he would break him.

Daisuke somewhat calmed himself down after a while. He got out of Satoshi's hold and looked away. How would he explain his tears? They had been for nothing at all. They were simply an output of his emotions towards the fact that he and Satoshi were destined to be at odds with each other and divided by a force that had been strengthened by time. No matter what they did, no matter how resolute they were about releasing themselves from their rivalry ties; there was barely any hope for them. They didn't have the power and authority to change anything. If they were to continue what they had, they would be going against the gods and fate itself, which was highly unacceptable.

Satoshi saw the redhead kneeling between his legs frown. He felt helpless, knowing all too well that he had something to do with Daisuke's grief. He wanted to ask, wanted to confirm his thoughts, but something inside him stirred and before Daisuke knew it the angel had his lips pressed on his own.

The smaller boy tried to pull back, surprised by the new sensation, but a hand at the back of his neck prevented him. A stronger arm wrapped around his tiny waist and locked him at that position. It made Daisuke bewildered and scared before his mouth opened involuntarily at the warm touch of Satoshi's tongue. He was amazed at how fast he melted at the soft intrusion. His head moved forward, putting more force into the kiss. That act of his was fully appreciated. Satoshi teased his bottom and upper lip alternately, giving Daisuke much more than he needed. Both realized just how addicting the other's taste was. Satoshi ended the kiss, his heated blood begging to go further. It wasn't the right place, though, and Daisuke saw it, too.

"My place," said the Commander, helping Daisuke up. "And we have to hurry. It's a weeknight," As he pulled the redhead with him, Satoshi's heart felt as if it was going to erupt in his chest. He didn't dare stop in his tracks, for his prayers have been answered.

He was going to own Daisuke Niwa, and savor every bit of it.


Seduce my mind and you can have my body.

Find my soul and I'm yours forever.


Satoshi's apartment wasn't far away, and good thing, too. Daisuke found his grip on his hand tightening with each swift step they made walking towards the place, and when they had arrived he felt the numbness go away painfully. He massaged his electrified palm while they went up on an old elevator. He thought maybe he could use it as an excuse for a timeout, but his eager friend began to kiss him the moment they stepped out.

The kiss was intense, burning away all of their questions and uncertainties. Satoshi unlocked the door to allow them inside. One by one their clothes came off, flung aside and thrown aimlessly on the floor. A sigh escaped Daisuke's throat when Satoshi kissed the side of his neck and ended at his exposed V flesh, sucking and reddening the sensitive area. His head fell back, allowing his lover more access to his skin. They didn't part until they were in the bedroom, and Satoshi pushed Daisuke on the bed while he removed his pants and boxers.

The redhead saw that his perfection didn't end at his face. His body was slender and had a slightly curved waist, giving him a feminine look. His limbs were long and had muscles in the right places, though just enough to show everyone that he was as male as he could get. Daisuke drank at the sight of him, causing him to tremble. Satoshi smirked, obviously amused, and went on top of Daisuke to take his mouth again. Hands began to grope here and there, Satoshi's on Daisuke's chest and Daisuke's hands circling Satoshi's back. Legs were entangled. Body heat mixed together into something dreadfully primal. Hearts thumped against each other, sending blood of desire through their veins. Daisuke was lost in all the sensations Satoshi was giving him, until he found himself arching his back when the Commander took a nipple in his mouth. He lapped at the pink buttons, hardening them. Then he made his way down Daisuke's chest, not stopping until he saw what he had been longing for.

The instant Satoshi took Daisuke in his mouth, the redhead took a sharp intake of breath, a shiver running down his curved spine. The moistness and warmth was too much to bear. Matched with Satoshi's pumping, it became torture. Daisuke's brain told him he was ready for release, but he felt discomfited to do so. He held it in, his hands clenching the sheets, but Satoshi stopped and said, "Don't do that. What else are we doing this for?" With that, Daisuke shot his seed in Satoshi's mouth, quenching his sexual thirst; but not for long.

Satoshi went up again to kiss the phantom thief. He reached for something in the drawer not far away because they were almost at the edge of the bed. He then lifted Daisuke by his buttocks and straddled him. Daisuke whimpered as a finger smothered in lube was inserted in his tight entrance. A second one was added, and another. Satoshi asked him if he was in pain, but he shook his head and begged him to continue. The Commander was pleased with the way he was handling himself, so he replaced his fingers instead with his throbbing member.

Daisuke had to let out a tiny scream. Satoshi was bigger than he thought, and filled him in one thrust. Satoshi allowed his body to adjust first, and he proceeded with going in and out of the redhead. Daisuke moaned, sighed, and gasped at every drive. The Commander was doing it painfully slow, causing Daisuke to cry out and plead him to go faster. Since the blue-haired beauty was feeling rather mischievous that night, he didn't follow the other's orders, but when he saw Daisuke's body relaxing he suddenly grew wild. Daisuke's eyes shot open, dilating with extreme pleasure.

"Oh God…" He roared. Satoshi decided to take him to the ultimate edge by pumping his member in time with his thrusts. He was successful. Daisuke let out a groan coming deep from within him, followed shortly by his spurting hot discharge. Satoshi licked his hand clean, tasting his lover's fluids for the second time, and moaned as he climaxed. They both sighed in ecstasy before they collapsed on each other, out of breath and covered with sweat. Satoshi brushed wet strands of Daisuke's hair off his face and kissed his forehead.

"I love you," he said. Daisuke pressed him gently on the bed and lay on his chest. He was still tingling from their lovemaking.

"I love you, too," he replied. Satoshi lifted his face by his chin and gave him one last loving kiss before they slept. They hoped it wasn't going to be their last night together.


Daisuke had sneaked back into his house at eleven o' clock. Dark was mad at him for giving in to Satoshi just because he was incredibly hot. Daisuke had blushed at the remark but reasoned out that he agreed to do it because they loved each other. Dark said that excuse was as old as cave men and remained as the number one most pathetic excuse for having sex. Daisuke didn't really know how to answer.

'Admit it. He entered the right pin code and so got you to hump like rabbits,' continued Dark.

"S-stop that foul language, Dark!" said Daisuke softly as not to wake anyone up. He slid himself between the sheets. "I was aroused, no doubt about that, but when you say it that way it sounds…"

'Disgusting?' suggested Dark. 'Of course what you did is disgusting! It's sex, it's intercourse; it was made to be nasty. What makes your version worse is the fact that you're both lads! Sex is supposed to be between a man and a woman, did you know that?'

"I'm not ignorant," said Daisuke. "But you had your way with him, too, before. There's no use covering that up,"

'At least we only kissed. We didn't share seed, for goodness' sake!"

"You're grossing me out!" Daisuke covered his ears, as if it was going to help. "Stop it! We had sex, it felt great, and now it's over. What do you want me to do? Take back what I did?"

'If you could, yes, I'd like you to take it all back,' replied Dark. 'And I want everything, including your moans, your erection, your saliva…'

"Ugh! I've had enough. I'm going to sleep," Daisuke covered himself with a blanket and closed his eyes. There was silence.

'Don't forget your semen,'

"DDDDDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKK!"


Author's Notes: As much as I want to add another "division", if I may call it, to this chapter, my headache and stomachache simply won't allow me. Anyway, this one has more words than the third chapter so it's longer though it's not that noticeable. Hehehe. I never thought it'd be so hard to stop myself from updating. I'm used to having myself being ordered around by readers, but oh well. If the action here wasn't enough to convince you that this is a rated-M story, wait for the next chapter. There's more where that came from. (yawns) See y'all next week. Zzz….