Hah! I had to write this tonight because everyone in my little clan of roomies is gone and I'm stuck here with a coke and an old Audrey Hepburn movie. I much prefer writing to Hepburn, thankyou very much. :)

Okay, and now the smutty lovescene that all you people read for. Though this certainly won't be the last chapter, nor the last SatoxDaisuke scene, nor even the last DarkxDaisuke scene if I have my way with my conscience.

And yes, I'm trying to keep it as canon as possible. It's very like the manga in most aspects, though you may see a few odd changes here and there where I wasn't meticulous enough or didn't have the manga volume and had to go by memory. For instance, if anything in this chapter is wrong, it's because it's all from my suckarse photographic memory. Daisuke may or may not have changed clothes between going to the hotel and going to steal the statue.

His first thought was, I must be at home.

And secondly: But without Dark. Wonder if he's sleeping…?

He knew that someone was actually cleansing him, and that he wasn't doing it himself, and that this person couldn't be his mom because it didn't feel like his mom. The atmosphere was different. Whoever this was, they were gentler, better at this than they had any right to be.

It felt better than anything had in a long time.

He wondered if he should speak, but decided against it, because if he spoke then it felt like this spell of warmth would be broken and he would tumble off some kind of dark cliff. This didn't make sense to him, but he knew it to be true anyways. There was a dripping sound. A soft, shaaa noise. Oh! He knew that noise—someone squeezing water out of a washcloth.

There was a gentle scrubbing sensation on his back. Someone pressed the warmth of the washcloth onto his back in circles, scrubbing as if he were something breakable. His neck was forward, his hair falling over his face and into his eyes, and he was leaned over, kept in place by another, rather stronger arm.

And then, he realized, his arm was bandaged. Good thing, too, 'cause it had been bleeding rather a lot when he'd been back on the beach before----

Shit, the beach. Why could he remember the beach and not anything before that? He remembered collapsing on the beach and nothing else. Though something, like a little warning light, told him that whatever had happened was incredibly important, and that he should remember it as quickly as possible. But hands were smoothing his hair, down the back of his neck, and the water was crimson, with bubbles of red floating on the surface where soap had collected.

There was blood in the water.

He gave a startled kind of noise: "My God!" he said, and tried to back away from the water he was currently immersed in to his waist, and realized several things all at once just by opening his eyes fully. The first was that he had a raging headache like never before, the next was that he was entirely naked, and the third was that the blood had come from him. He'd been patched up in several places with some kind of high-tech bandage and was not bleeding any more, but he had caused the blood in the first place. He had backed up against the porcelain surface of a bathtub.

"Shh, don't try to move too much," said a voice from just behind his ear. "Unless you think you're… able. I don't know how much you're hurt."

Daisuke's body immediately relaxed. Okay, Satoshi was a friend. He would handle things—No, no! Satoshi was not a friend. Satoshi tried to kill me. He's Krad! Oxygen flowed into his brain and awakened the memories of the evening. He felt two hands pressing down on his upper arms, keeping him trapped against the side of the bathtub, and a voice trying to speak comforting things to him. "You're safe, Daisuke."

"You tried to fucking kill me!" he protested. His voice sounded softer to himself, somehow. Less sure.

"I didn't. That was Krad. He's subdued for a while now. I'm afraid you can't go back to the hotel at the moment."

"Why not? I'm bleeding, Satoshi." He tried to sit up, found that he was still being restrained. "I want… my clothes. I need to…" He turned his head, caught Satoshi's ice blue gaze. An unwavering, steady sight. He liked that gaze. Wait. No, he didn't… Satoshi was an enemy of his family, an enemy of Dark. He hated Satoshi.

"Need to what? See a doctor?"

"I can take care of myself," he snarled.

Satoshi didn't look hurt at all by this. "I'm placing you under police surveillance. As of now, you are in my custody."

"Like hell I am. You're my family's enemy. You're a… A Hikari, for Chrissake. I'm not supposed to be around you. You took Dark from me, Satoshi. My other half."

"And you miss him?" Satoshi asked. It was not an innocent question.

Daisuke scrunched up his mouth to offer some biting retort, but stopped before speaking a single word. Miss Dark? Do I? I don't have to worry about him… when he's not here… I won't have to worry about him touching me for a while, maybe.

No, it wasn't touching that Dark did. It was rape, and he knew it. But he did it for his family, for his mother most of all. Satoshi knew it too, and took his silence to be a negation of its own sort. "Daisuke, I'm going to use my authority. You're not leaving."

He blinked. "Can… I have my clothes, then…?" He didn't even want to imagine what must have happened. Of course, Satoshi had been kind enough to sweep him up and carry him off to his hotel room, then undressed him and washed the blood and filth off him, as well as cleaning his wounds. He ought to have been thankful, but it just made him turn red with embarrassment even more.

Satoshi, after giving the washcloth a look, nodded and stood, then fetched Daisuke's clothes from a pile a few feet away. Daisuke pulled his knees to his chest, watching him the entire time. Satoshi was wearing his school uniform. His tie was almost falling off from being hurriedly fixed numerous times, and his white shirt was unbuttoned at the very top, sleeves rolled to above his elbows and exposing flawlessly smooth alabaster skin. His shirttails were untucked from his pants. He looked ragged, even for someone with model-like good looks, as if he'd gone a couple of days without sleep. He wasn't wearing his glasses.

Daisuke was startled when the bundle of clothing was handed to him. He took them and then stood, dressing with his back turned to Satoshi. Satoshi was, of course, watching, which made the entire process extremely awkward and made him flame all the way to his fingertips with chagrin. But a quick scan of the room proved the reason.

There were two doors in Satoshi's room, because he had a suite instead of a regular room shared between two kids. The second exit from the room was just behind the bathtub. It was locked with a security punch-code box, but that wouldn't have prevented Daisuke from being out of there in a flash if he wanted to be.

He zipped up his jeans and tugged on his shirt, both of which were soaking. But he was just glad to have his boxers on again underneath. Though he knew he'd be bruising in the morning, from what he could see through the window, it was still nighttime. The ocean looked amazing in the starlight.

"So what does this have to do with me?" he asked. "Police surveillance, I mean…?"

Satoshi sighed. "I can't let you go back just now. Especially since you're staying in a room with others. If you come in looking like you do, there'll be questions, and I can't compromise security."

Daisuke looked troubled. "I'm… well…" he didn't quite know where to start. "I wanted to ask you. Why did you transform? Did Krad force you? Who is he? Is he different from Dark?" He had so many questions, and now that he was dressed, he was ready to have them answered.

Satoshi turned his head to the side, so Daisuke could only see his profile against the moonlight. He led into the adjoining room, where there was a small lounge and minibar, a television, a kitchen, and a bedroom area. "Anything to drink?" He asked.

"…Water…?" Daisuke said helplessly. He was parched.

A bottle of water swung through the air in a perfect arc. He caught it, snapped the lid, thankfully brought cool liquid to his horribly dry throat. And then Satoshi took a seat on the couch, and Daisuke took a seat opposite him. What other choice did he have? Besides, he knew, Satoshi couldn't get away with murdering him on the hotel grounds. There would be too many questions. No, Daisuke suspected, if Satoshi wanted him dead, he would have carted him somewhere else while he was unconscious.

So what did he want?

"Krad and I… we're different from you and Dark," Satoshi began. "We are… not dynamic? I don't know what I should say. When he appears, it is not of my will. But his will is stronger than mine, just as Dark's is stronger than yours. He was angry tonight."

"Angry?"

Satoshi gave him one of those unsettling, long stares. Daisuke was suddenly greeted with a memory, floating up to his eyes:

My Tamer's in love with you.

And then Dark's voice.

You're in love with Satoshi, aren't you?

This was so fucking confusing.

"Oh." This was all he could say. He looked at the water bottle in his hands, noticing the ridges on the rim, the beats of moisture trickling down the outside, the label written in Swedish. Nothing but the best for commander Hiwatari. He shifted his palm to cup the underside of it, and there was a silence thick enough to be palpable.

"I'll have to get Dark back." This was not a question. Satoshi gave something that was almost a very dry smile: "I know."

"And you're going to stop me, I suppose."

"No."

At this, Daisuke felt two emotions: shock and relief. His eyes opened wide: "Why? You're just going to let me do it?"

He looked out at the ocean, so dark and still and stonily silent, without so much as a cruise ship stirring the waves. When he looked back to Daisuke, his face was resolute. "I decided something when I was down there on the beach. I won't hurt you anymore, Daisuke. It's too much to ask for you to share my misery."

"Share your misery?"

"I have no one to look after me. No parents, no guardians. If Krad and I were to disappear, the only ones who would care would be those who have adopted me, simply because they intend to use me for their own purposes. No, I won't tell you what they are—" he held up a hand to stop Daisuke's questioning look, "But you are something that I am not. You are part of a family. And I suspect that the only reason you tolerate Dark is for them."

Daisuke's eyes glimmered. "How do you know these things.. about me?" he whispered, gripping his bandaged arm with his good hand.

Satoshi shrugged. "Did you think it wasn't obvious to me? You hate him. But you get along with him, because if anyone were to find out that he has to rape you to subdue you into agreeing with him, it would mean chaos."

"They know," Daisuke replied in a steely tone. He remembered the look on his grandfather's face when he'd come down to the laundry room. "They know, and they don't care, because all they want is another fucking thief. That's why my mom wanted me. So I could be her… toy or something." He chuckled bitterly, still examining the water bottle far more closely than he ought to be.

There was silence. He eventually turned his face towards Satoshi, and was struck dumb by the look on his face. It was like a mix between horror and concern and reluctance and… and…

He swallowed. He was becoming horribly aroused. Like his body, for some reason, wasn't obeying his own emotions and was instead replying to feelings buried much deeper. Things he'd tried to keep hidden, memories he'd wanted to forget and passions that could never actually surface.

"We're just different," Daisuke stammered, trying to pull himself back into the conversation. "I-I mean, Dark's so casual and I'm just awkward, and he's great with girls, and I can't ever get up the courage to do anything with Ri—" He faltered on the name. Satoshi was rising. "He's handsome," he said, trying to keep his eyes off Satoshi as he moved towards Daisuke, "And I'm really, really plain…" Satoshi was right next to him now.

Daisuke made a choking noise. He was trying hard not to cry. He'd never allowed himself that liberty of crying, because guys didn't cry. Dark would never in a million years break down. So he had to be strong, and especially in the presence of someone like Satoshi, when other feelings could overwhelm everything.

"You're quite beautiful," Satoshi said quietly. Unfeeling as always, but his words spoke differently.

Daisuke's face was truly priceless. He'd obviously never been told that before. Never once in his life, not by anyone.

"No one's ever said that to you?"

"N-no."

"…Daisuke, is something wrong?" He was more like an adult, really, when one thought about it, and took his behavior into consideration. Daisuke began to shake his head and then stopped. "No, it's just, I mean, Satoshi, I can't, I want to, but I just can't…" He was aware that he was on the verge of internal chaos.

Satoshi saved him the trouble and just kissed him.

Kissing Satoshi was different from kissing Dark. Dark was dangerous, edgy, passionate, fiery. Satoshi was caring and tender and gentle and not at all shy. There was no frost in his kiss, unlike his speech or mannerisms. Daisuke took his hands and put one on the back of Satoshi's head, his brow creasing. He craved this more than food, more than air. Everything he'd been denying for the past few months came pouring out. He'd never stopped to consider if loving a fellow male was wrong or different. It just was. With Riku the craving was sexual. With Satoshi it was something more.

He wondered if it was real.

"I love you, Daisuke." No artifice or lies. Nevertheless Daisuke shrank suddenly. That was what Dark said, every time. Satoshi had mumbled it to his left ear with warm breath, teeth almost grazing his earlobe, his entire profile visible in Daisuke's peripheral vision.

"I'm sorry, I really can't do this—" He sprung up from the couch and headed past the bed and towards the hotel room door, fully intending to just hack the code required to leave and run. But he felt a hand press into the doorjamb just above his head, and half shrank from the sudden movement.

"Wait."

"Shit!" Daisuke swore, punched in the save-all code, watched the light turn green, and then red again because Satoshi was holding the door closed. "Shit, shit, shit…" there were tears streaming down his face and he didn't know why he was crying, only that he was, and that he needed to get out of there now. His nose stung. "Let me out, Satoshi. Just let me out. I can't do this. I really can't."

He didn't turn to see Satoshi's expression, but suddenly the hand came away from the door and it swung open, leading into a darkened hallway. It must have been nearly midnight now. Nobody was in the hallway, and the place was deserted, a ghost hotel.

Daisuke stopped in the doorway.

He felt like there were actually ropes tying him to the spot. Go. Get out of there. He could try and kill you. Do you want to die on his hotel room floor, with Krad standing over you? He'd tried to snap Daisuke's spine before. He meant business. And who knew if Satoshi could keep him under wraps? But on the pro side of the scale he wanted to kiss Satoshi again more than he'd ever wanted anything. His entire body was literally burning up. He felt like he was on fire.

No, literally. He was feverish. Maybe from the onset of a cold.

Satoshi obviously noticed the personal struggle. But he kept his mouth shut and didn't say anything. My life. So fuckin' dramatic. Daisuke wiped his cheek with the palm of his hand, then pressed his palm into the hollow of his eye, blurring out the darkness of the hallway with the darkness of his flesh.

In a moment of clarity, he made his decision, a beam of light in a cloud of fog.

He didn't care if he was betraying his family. This was his own time.

He turned around, slammed the door, and looked at him tiredly. "I've been thinking a lot. But you know what? I don't care what Dark, or my parents, or Riku thinks, or anyone. I don't." he lowered his eyes to the carpet and kept them there. "I feel… different when I'm around you. You make me happy. I don't know what else to say."

Satoshi watched him say all this with perfect stillness. "I'm not forcing you. I just thought you should know… how I feel." He'd regained the mask of perfection, his face completely arranged into the epitome of cold isolation. He was ready to shut all his emotions carefully back inside if Daisuke rejected him and left.

Daisuke couldn't help but let the feelings carry him over the edge. It must have taken a lot of courage to say that, from Satoshi's perspective. He'd never so much as give anyone else the time of day. Daisuke edged closer and stood there, his face crimson, not sure what he was going to say next, but sort of letting the words tumble out. "I feel the same way," he said quickly. "It's just… um, I've never done anything like this with anyone else but Dark, and…" he looked up at him hopefully.

Satoshi laughed. He actually chuckled. It was so new and strange a look that Daisuke was awestruck for a moment before he found a finger smoothly brushing away the tears on his chin and cheek. "Is that all that's wrong?" He asked, and still smiling, leaned closer.

Satoshi bent to kiss him again. This time, he didn't pull away. His hands reached around to the small of Daisuke's back and just under his arm, to his shoulderblade, as he pressed Daisuke against the wall. Daisuke reached up again to feel that hair, so perfect and soft and… well, it wasn't normal hair. It was quite simply divine. He could feel Satoshi's need pressing in on him like something palpable.

Daisuke made a noise in the back of his throat, somewhere between mmph and Oh, God and tried to keep hold on reality as Satoshi pressed his forehead to Daisuke's, breathing hard.

If Daisuke had felt passion for Satoshi before, then he didn't know what to call the feeling now.

Gradually they were backing off the wall, completely wrapped around each other, and when the back of Daisuke's knees bumped the edge of the bed he simply collapsed onto the mattress, with Satoshi on top of him, pressing down, devouring him with a love that had lasted so long, he knew now. It was nothing like Dark.

He was faintly surprised to feel his own erection growing against Satoshi's leg, and not a little mortified, because he'd never actually done it with someone he really liked before, and would Satoshi hurt him, he wondered, and what was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to think? Should he act differently?

"You… really are beautiful," Satoshi said, slightly out of breath. His eyes were literally sparkling, a look that was completely new on him. He never looked happy. But now, he was almost glowing, touching Daisuke as if he wasn't sure if he was allowed to. Daisuke found himself red in the face again at this proclamation, still not sure what to make of it. "I want to make you feel that way," he added, a coy smile present. He pushed off the bed and fumbled in his nightstand drawer for only a second, though it was graceful—Satoshi never looked stupid doing anything—and in his hand was a proper container of lubricant. He set this aside on the pillow and returned to arching over Daisuke, both of them drawing breath from each other as if they breathed the same air.

Satoshi divested Daisuke of his shirt slowly, unbuttoning each button in procession, pulling apart the lapels to reveal the willowy frame beneath. He distracted Daisuke from this motion by kissing him further, hungrily, until Daisuke eventually looked down and realized his shirt was open and his jeans were being tugged off by the legs. As soon as these were gone, he wrapped a hand of his own around Satoshi's half-on tie, tugging him down onto him, and kissing the top of his head as he removed Satoshi's own shirt and unbuttoned his pants. Satoshi pressed his teeth to the skin just above Daisuke's navel, and for a second all he could think about was the arousal pressing into Satoshi's chest, feeling the blood coursing through his body, pumping madly.

Satoshi peeled back the top of his boxers, and he was now entirely exposed.

He supposed he shouldn't have felt conscious of his own nakedness, because Satoshi had already been bathing the blood off him when he'd woken up and so he'd seen everything already and that didn't make sense, but he couldn't help it anyways.

He closed his eyes and lay back, suddenly feeling a lack of emotion… he was happy to kiss Satoshi, but that was different. He didn't want to be hurt.

And warm shock enveloped him when he realized that Satoshi had covered his erection with his hot, moist mouth. His eyes fluttered, widened, and he struggled to push himself onto the bed instead of being somewhat half on, half off the mattress. Satoshi curled his fingers around the base of Daisuke's shaft, running his tongue along the underside all the way to the sensitive head, swirling his tongue, and once there, taking the entire length into his mouth.

"What…!" Daisuke said, and even that one word was slightly slurred. He'd never felt this. He'd known what a blow job was, obviously, but he'd never thought it would feel this right, this good. It was a concentric warmth pooling in his lower belly that brought him back to realization, as Satoshi ran the pads of his long fingers up the shaft and down again, just once. It sent a fiery twang up his nether regions and completely shut off his brain; he was reduced to something half human when Satoshi flicked his tongue across the head of his penis.

He gave off a moan and lifted himself off the bed, twisting unconsciously in Satoshi's ministrations. And every time he looked up, he could only see the devilish pleasure in those crystalline eyes, the desire to please, and even more shocking, a rock solid love. The base of his shaft was fisted once more and he thrust up into it, and Satoshi's mouth, his body finding an addiction to the feeling almost immediately. And there was something else growing, something amazing…

"I'm… I'm going to…" he said, trying to give fair warning before he came into Satoshi's mouth, absolutely writhing with elation and ecstasy, his mind so busy elsewhere that he didn't even notice when two fingers slipped inside him, heavily lubricated. He made some noise of protestation, but Satoshi continued to stroke his shaft with one hand and probe with the other, pressing his mouth to Daisuke's neck.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered, his voice thick. "And if I do, tell me."

Daisuke found himself surprised by that even more than by the blowjob. He was being asked? He actually had a decision? He could… if he didn't want anything more, he could say no, and it would be done. He could do that.

But he wanted this.

He lifted his back off the bedsheets, surprised for a moment as Satoshi hit that one pleasure spot, the only pleasant spot that he knew inside of him. As Satoshi did brush against it with his index finger he curled it up at the end, just a little bit, sending about a thousand different nerves into shivers. Daisuke yelped and curled his hands in the bedsheets, his neck arching back as if there were no bones in it, his red hair matting to his forehead and his mouth open slightly, but not very much, just to help him breathe. He couldn't breathe too well. Not as if he were choking or anything, but it was almost like—

Satoshi pressed his own cock between Daisuke's legs, and for a second fear seized him. But he relaxed; Satoshi won't hurt me. He won't hurt me. He won't…

The first push was slow, smooth. Not uncomfortable. He had used copious amounts of lube and it was not at all painful. Daisuke arched into it, surprised at the lack of roughness; no, this was all slick and gentle and tender and loving and… different. So much better.

"Sa-to-shi…" he said slowly, and with that Satoshi paused to let him adjust—again, something new, and he felt his muscles relax slightly—then leaned over him. "Yes?" his eyes were not at all glazed. If anything they were painfully bright, shining with a light from within. His normally pallid skin had a blush to it. He was absolutely beautiful naked; and when Daisuke found himself thinking this, he was even more mortified that he would think this way about a guy. But he liked girls, too, so did that make this wrong? No, this couldn't be wrong. Nothing that felt this good could be wrong.

"I love you too," he said, straining against the delicious feeling of a hard-on against his prostate. With that, Satoshi withdrew slowly, and began the second thrust. They created a rhythm together. There was no mechanical knowledge required; their bodies did it automatically, as if they were really two parts of a puzzle and knew just what to do on instinct. Slow and steady.

When Satoshi came, their eyes met, just for a moment. It was almost scary how the attraction was magnetic between them; it was like Daisuke couldn't take his eyes away. He felt his insides being coated with warmth and didn't mind, because it wasn't an altogether bad feeling, if it was a little new. Dark did not orgasm because he didn't need to. When he did what he did, it was for control, for obsession, not for love.

As Satoshi's erection became slightly softer inside him, the older boy withdrew and rolled onto his side, closing his eyes for a moment. There were no words needed for a few minutes but the near-silence of their breathing. Daisuke's head was spinning. How could this feel so good? How could sex feel so amazing? Was this why people did it?

"Can I… borrow… your shower…?" Daisuke asked.

"Mmhm." It wasn't even a word, but it was an incredibly sexy noise, and he was attracted to it. He grinned, pressed a kiss to Satoshi's eyelid as he lay flat back on the bed, and slipped into the shower, trying to erase his doubts about what he'd just done. Voices filtered through his mind. He argued with himself as the first stream of hot water shot out, washing him clean of everything:

The second Dark leaves, you go and have sex with the enemy.

That's not true. I've felt this way about Satoshi for a long time…

Have you? Or was it just your loneliness that drove you to it?

No. It wasn't.

And what about Riku?

I can't be with Riku! That's different!

Not yet. But maybe on this trip.

I don't care about Riku like I do about him. This was true. Both sides agreed on that much, and with that, he silenced his fears with the knowledge that Satoshi loved him. Someone loved him. And not just because he was someone else. Not because he was the phantom thief dark, or because he was housing a legacy, or because he was good-looking, or a good candidate for a commercial.

Not because he was a good son who did whatever the hell he was told. Not because he was pretending to be someone else by day. Not because he was a lie, and because even his life was not his own, and that he had to share it with someone else. Not because of any of these things.

For the first time that night in his lifetime, Daisuke slept in someone else's arms. Satoshi made no noise when he slept except a light breathing that was almost impossible to hear unless you put your ear right next to his partially-open mouth. And though the bed was wide enough for six people, they slept as if they needed each other's warmth to live, to survive. They were two men thrown into the most unlikely of circumstances. Enemies, sleeping in the same bed, sharing the same body heat? It was an anomaly. In the morning they would get up and resume their separate roles as enemies. They would have to fight each other. He would have to hunt down Dark, and figure out how to get inside that mirror, and even dive to the bottom of the ocean if that was what it took to find the mirror in the first place. But for now it was ok.

Someone loved him because he was Daisuke Niwa.

Not because he was Dark.

He would not be eclipsed. He would not become a silhouette.