Chapter 11

Daisuke opened his eyes slowly, registering that he was warm. The smell of rain drifted to his nose, spring rain and wet evergreens. Daisuke smiled. 'Dark…'

Daisuke looked to his side to see Dark lying beside him, hand up beside his face, fingers curled slightly. His breathing was light, coming from between his parted lips, face relaxed in sleep.

Daisuke put his hand up, cupping Dark's cheek gently, running his fingers along the smooth skin. Dark's skin had been tan, but now it was pale from being out of the sun for so long. Daisuke sighed slightly, leaning forward to kiss Dark's parted lips softly, and then throwing his legs over the side of the bed, pushing himself to his feet.

As he left the bed Dark shifted under the covers, making a soft sound. Daisuke smiled at the head of tousled purple hair. Daisuke turned back, opening his bedroom door and going towards the bathroom.

After relieving himself and washing his hands and face, Daisuke returned to the bedroom, sitting on his old bed and pulling up his sketch pad. He flipped through it, and then settled on the picture of Dark, the one that he had drawn about 2 months ago. He had the urge to paint, and he wanted to paint Dark.

He frowned, looking down at the picture. He then looked back at Dark, and then back at the picture. Surprisingly, Dark was in the same position as in the picture, but Daisuke was happy to see that Dark's face was fuller, not quite so thin. Picking up his pencil, the redhead started to draw on the canvas, carefully penciling in the scene before him.

Dark woke up about an hour after Daisuke had begun, his eyes fluttering open. He started to move, but a voice stopped him. "Wait! Don't move."

Dark froze, and turned his eyes up to look at Daisuke. He blinked, and then saw the canvas that the boy held in his hands.

Daisuke stood, moving forward. He carefully took a hold of the edge of Dark's right wing, which was draped over the thief's body, moving it down slightly. "Okay, keep it right there. I'm almost done."

Dark nodded slightly, and then relaxed, closing his eyes for a moment. After a few minutes of just the pencil scratching on the canvas Dark spoke. "What prompted this Dasiuke?"
There was a chuckle from the busy artist. "You were so damned beautiful, I had to draw you. You should know that." Daisuke looked around the edge of the canvas. "You know, one of these days I'm going to get you to pose for me. And then I'll really have fun with it."

Dark raised a violet eyebrow. "Oh? And why is that?"

Daisuke waggled his eyebrows. "Cause… I just might want it to be… a taunting picture…"

A red blush flared across Dark's cheeks, and he struggled with the urge to cover his face in embarrassment. Daisuke laughed from his position, and then stood, putting the canvas down. "Alright, you can move now, I'm finished."

Dark stretched out his muscles, and then sat up, yawning. Daisuke smiled. "I almost wish I could catch you in a stretching pose. That would be so cute."

Dark raised an eyebrow again. "And why is that?"
Daisuke chuckled. "Cause you look kind of like a cat when you stretch like that. It's adorable, trust me."

Dark shook his head slightly, pushing himself to his feet and sweeping a few stray feathers off of the bed. "Man, I think I'm starting to molt…"

Daisuke raised an eyebrow in response to this. "'Molt?' You molt?"

Dark nodded. "Fraid so. Happens every spring. You're lucky you didn't really have me around that time. Your Grandfather did. It was a pain in the butt for him, I kept leaving feathers everywhere. Even though they weren't really my wings, they were Wiz; I still left feathers lying around. Just because they're not there doesn't mean they won't shed like no one's business."

Daisuke burst into mad laughter at the very thought. He knew that Dark already had a tendency to leave feathers lying around, would it get worse now? The boy laughed harder as the image of Dark buried in feathers came to his head. 'I might just have to draw that…'

Dark rolled his eyes. "Oh, don't think you can have the last laugh now. I'll bet you'll start molting too, no worries. We'll be up to our necks in red and black feathers in no time."

Daisuke sighed. "Thrills joys."

Dark giggled slightly. "I had a feeling you would say that."

Daisuke suddenly blinked. "Dark, you're really dealing well with what happened yesterday. Are you alright?"

The thief blinked. "Yesterday? What happened?"

Daisuke's jaw dropped. "What do you mean what happened?.! How can you not remember that?.!"

The redhead watched as the thief rubbed at his right temple. "You know, now that you mention it, I really don't remember a thing about yesterday. Not any of it." Dark shifted to look at Daisuke. "Kind of weird, don't you think?"

Daisuke suddenly folded his arms. 'Oh… I get it… His mind must have gotten tired of all that stress, and finally started blocking some of it up. He put it behind a subconscious wall; he has no idea any of that happened….' "Well, it doesn't really matter Dark, let's just go get some food. Are you hungry?"

Dark nodded. "Yea, I suppose."

Daisuke turned and left the room, Dark trailing after him. Daisuke was still a little confused, Dark was acting a little too... much like his old self for Daisuke's comfort. Even though Dark had started to warm back up to the Niwas, he had still been quiet and reserved, as well as a bit shy.

'I wonder if his mind also blocked off the rest of the things?' Daisuke wondered. He wanted to know, but he also didn't want to bring it up. That would only be sparking painful memories for the thief if he really did remember.

Daisuke was scared half to death as his mother, father, and grandfather burst out as he reached the bottom of the stairs. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAISUKE!"

Daisuke let out a shout, jumping backwards into Dark and sending the two of them tumbling to the ground. Dark shrieked as the larger boy ran into him, and Daisuke groaned as he hit the ground. Something landed on his stomach, and all of the air in his lungs whooshed from him.

He lay there trying to get his breath back for a minute, but when he opened his eyes he was met with Dark's blushing face. They were so close that Dark's nose was brushing against Daisuke's, and the thief's warm breath was ghosting over the redhead's lips.

Daisuke faintly noticed that Dark was sprawled over his body, and he could already feel heat pooling in his lower regions at the feel of Dark's lean body pressed against his own. Dark's heaving chest pressed against his own made him keenly aware of every place that they were in contact, shoulders, chest, stomach, thighs. Dark gulped slightly as he felt the evidence of Daisuke's desire press against his hip.

There was a wolf whistle from somewhere above them, and Daisuke turned heated eyes upwards to see Emiko giving out cat calls and Kosuke whistling. Dark blushed harder at this, letting his face fall down to hide in Daisuke's collarbone. Daisuke growled low in his throat as Dark unknowingly rubbed against the redhead's heated groin, torturing him slowly.

Daiki gently reached forward, grabbing his daughter's arm and that of her husband. "I think we'd better leave these two alone before things get messy right in front of us."

Daisuke could faintly hear his mother shouting things at them, but he disregarded most of them. No doubt they were things like 'Be gentle with him!' or 'Don't forget, safe sex!' They were of no use to him right now. He knew perfectly well how to handle his Phantom Thief.

There is a serious lemon in the next chapter. I won't post it all, but I will have an uncut version, no worries! I'll post the next chapter tomorrow or so! Please review!