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If God forgives everyone, and invites all into his kingdom, then isn't Lucifer lonely?
Is it just me, or do Annakin (I can't spell his name) Skywalker/Darth Vader, Tom Riddle/Lord Voldemort, and Lucifer/Satan, all have something in common?
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Dark grinned widely and stared at the nice painting he had just hung on the wall. It had been so hard to seal, that he just had to put it up as a trophy on his wall. He was sure Krad wouldn't be very happy to see that as soon as he woke up, though…
The thief heard a moan come from the bed and turned around to look at the angel.
"Morning, sleepyhead."
Oh, how he had always wanted to say that. It was just the stupidest thing in the world to say. How could you not say it?
"W-what? What happened?"
Did he seriously have to explain it all over?
Hopping onto the end of the bed, Dark said, " I am not explaining the entire thing to you again. You can remember…night…bed…mission…me pinning you to the ground?"
Heheheh. Great choice of words, no?
The hunter's eyes went wide for a moment, then his mind registered everything and he seemed to remember, except…
"WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING IN YOUR BEDROOM?"
Now, Krad was normally a very calm, serene angel. Dark was used to this very calm, serene angel, but this angel had never broken out of his very calm, serene attitude before, and Dark became very scared.
"What happened…after I fell unconscious?" Krad asked quickly.
"Well, I grabbed you and the painting, and started flying back to my house, when you sort of half woke up, and tried to get away, and I found out that the painting was very violent. You fell, and then I caught you, and the painting got angry and hit us. We both started falling, and we hit the ground, which hurt your wing and arm. I sealed the painting, and, well, brought you here." Dark sighed.
"But my wing doesn't…" Krad let out a small whimper as he moved his arm.
"I think the painting's attacks have some side effects, too, by the way. Can you do everything you can normally do?"
The angel looked at his hands for a moment, then said, "I…I can't use my powers…
"Are you going to kill me?"
What? Kill him? The thief looked at him, confused for a moment. Why would he-oh. Right. He was the thief, and Krad was the hunter, but he was not going to kill the angel…er…possible angel.
Suddenly, a rush of blood came to Dark's face. Krad looked so cute like that, his left wing slightly drooped, and his baggy white robes falling slightly, as he let his shoulders drop. His eyes were wide and innocent, and, for a second, the thief was sure that this was an angel.
"I…" Dark tried to look away and press down the sudden urge to just jump him and start frenching him passionately.
He had tasted so good the last time…
"No way, Krad! I would never kill you!"
Dark jumped onto the bad and laid on his stomach by his hostage's (MUAHAHAHA) feet.
"And do you know why?" he asked.
Krad looked thoughtful for a moment, and then opened his mouth to say something. He closed it again, though, and stared long and hard at the teen sitting in front of him. It was so obvious that he couldn't find an answer, but he didn't want to seem like the weak, clueless one.
"No." he finally said, but slowly, as if he wasn't sure if the question was a trap or not.
A smirk crossed on Dark's face.
"Because you're too damn sexy for me to kill you."
Krad blushed furiously, his face turning seven different shades of red as the thief sat up and inched a little closer. Dark knew that the angel was speechless. Hell, he'd be totally dumbstruck if he had been in the other position.
Suddenly, his hostage jumped a little and took him by the shoulders. Wow, he was fast. But Dark was willing to furiously make out with him, anyway.
"What time is it? Are we late for school? I have this really big project in one of my classes that I really have to get at!"
Sigh. So he was only worried about school…
"It's Saturday."
"Oh…" the angel said, "Well, I should get…"
His eyes went wide and Dark stared at him curiously.
"Dark…Why am I only in my boxers?" Krad sure was acting different today.
Yes, so he was minus a few articles of clothing, but he had never acted this…talkative? Well, that word would fit…
"Oh! When I was carrying you back here, it started to pour rain, and I didn't think you'd like it if I completely stripped you and changed you into some of my clothes, so I left you with your boxers." The thief couldn't help but slide right up beside him and say, "Why? Are you feeling a bit uncomfortable?"
Closing his eyes, the hunter groaned in frustration, and Dark found himself shivering at the sound. Mmm…it just sounded so…Ugh! Why did his lips have to look so inviting?
"Anyways, I should get going, Dark."
"Oh, come on. Just stay a little longer…and besides, we need to practise for the play…"
"But, I feel a bit tired still. I should leave…"
"It's alright." The thief pressed, "My bed's always free."
Okay, that sounded slightly too inviting, but he wasn't about to take it back. No…he meant it.
"Okay, but…"
"But?" he asked curiously.
"Never mind. When I wake up, though," Krad laid his head down on the pillow and shut his eyes halfway, "Can I have some dry clothes?"
"Sure."
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"Wow." Dark said as he checked the hunter out, "Dye your hair purple, steal some contacts, and you'd look like me."
Krad smiled. "That would be very weird."
Holy crap. That had been the first genuine smile Dark had ever seen from this angel. It looked good on him.
He felt a rush of evil thoughts flood his mind. Damn. He needed to steal a kiss soon, or he'd go insane.
"Yeah. Let's get started on the play, though. I'm starting to forget my lines."
"Alright," Krad said casually, causing the thief to shiver with hunger, "Where do you want to start?"
"Scene seven."
"K."
The two of them stood up, and Dark stepped very close to Krad, saying, "But how have you managed to escape every single one of my traps? I just don't get it!"
"Hey. I've got talent. But…I didn't really escape all of them…or I wouldn't be here…"
"Yeah, you're right." Dark said seductively, "and you didn't escape this one, either."
"What ar-"
The thief pushed Krad down onto the bed, and pressed his lips against his. He pushed his tongue into the other's mouth, and played around, exploring every inch possible. Breaking away, Dark put feather kisses on the hunter's neck, and he found himself drifting off into bliss…
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"Dark?" Krad said groggily.
"Did we just…?"
"Oh…"
"Oh, fuck." Dark laughed, "I hope we don't fall asleep in the middle of the real play… You know, the part where you actually give inisn't until scene twelve."
"Uh…Well, it was kind of hard not to." the hunter murmured, barely audible.
"Yes…I must be a good actor for you to give in, but…" the thief traced circles on Krad's bare chest, "was I acting?"
The angel gasped. "You really are sneaky, you know." He blushed, grabbing his shirt off of the floor where his friend had somehow gotten it.
He went to sit up, but fell back down and bit back a whimper.
"Oh! I forgot about your wing! But…can't you just heal it?" Dark asked.
"N-no. The painting's side effects…" his face looked a little paler than usual, "Can't you?"
"Sorry. I only know black magic. I can't do that holy stuff."
"Righ-" he whimpered, then coughed a little, rolling onto his stomach.
He obviously hadn't intended to whimper out loud, Dark noted, as Krad buried his face into the pillow.
"I think it…" the hunter moaned as Dark began to massage his shoulders, "poisoned me…"
"I think you're right, but then…what do we do?"
"Wait it out, I think. But I should get going…" he said tiredly, and tried to get up.
Unfortunately, though, he had a certain thief sitting on his back, rubbing his shoulders. The only thing he really succeeded in was pushing up between his massager's thighs, bringing back his hunger at full force.
"Krad…" Dark whined, "Just lay down, or you're going to end up making me go insane."
"But…"
The thief bent down and twisted his head around to Krad's face, pressing his lips up against his. The angel gave in, though, and didn't try to get up again, as he didn't want Dark to go insane,but there was something that just seemed so wrong...
"Dark!" He gasped, just as his friend's hands got a little too low, snaking down his pants, "Shouldn't you be trying to kill me? I mean…how can you not take this chance?"
"I already told you the reason, and its not about to change."
"Yeah, but if I was in your position, this entire thing would have been different…and we'll have to fight again…"
"Yes, but you're not in my position, and if you were after this, then would you really kill me?"
There was a long pause.
"No…" Krad sighed.
"And besides, I've been thinking…this whole thing about us trying to kill each other…Well, as much as I love new Hikari paintings hanging in my room, I think your cause is better."
"What do you mean?" the angel asked, rolling back around and letting Dark massage his abs.
"I mean, Krad, that I'm going to fight on your side, and this world is going to have to find itself a new hero."
This didn't make sense, Krad found himself thinking. He had failed to keep Dark from stealing another painting, had fallen asleep in his bedroom, had admitted that he would have actually killed the thief, had he been in the other position, and yet now he was gaining an ally, and losing an enemy at the same time?
And even though he could recall every last moment that had just occurred with the past ten minutes, he still found himself thinking…
What just happened?
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Hi! Sorry if this update took really long, but I was grounded and my computer died for a while! Those aren't the best excuses, but they're true! So sorry, really!;.;I hope you liked this, anyway!