HAH! Finally got this bugger up. And let me tell you, it was such a pain, but at the same time was quite fun. I finally got to one of my favorite scenes from the story! (I know all the scenes because I know the story, being the authoress and all) I was really worried I'd screw it up, but I think I got it right. I got the feeling pretty darn close. You'll see when you get there. (Btw, the scene I'm talking about is the one in the middle. I think you'll be able to spot it n.n) Oh! And it's kinda song-fic-y. Hope you don't mind. It's the song "Dance Inside" by the All-American Rejects. Love that song, and it inspired the scene, so it has a special place in my heart… and the fic now.
Ok, so, first, I own my things, Nintendo owns theirs. Alright? Good.
Also, in case for some reason you decided to skip the first twenty one chapters, there is man on man action here. No likie? Leave.
Also, THANK YOU FOR OVER ONE HUNDRED COMMENTS! Hugs for you all! And enjoy.
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Sheik sighed heavily to himself as he watched the dancers from the comfy couch. It only took two minutes before Rikuo left him, going to find his lover. Worrisome wasn't he? Not that Sheik minded too much. He kind of liked being alone. Time to think, you know? Besides, from where he sat he would get an occasional look at his sister. Seems she had already found herself another dance partner. Grand. But Yuki and Rikuo didn't look worried, so Sheik let it be. Besides, Zelda could take care of herself… but it did make him feel better to see her every so often.
So, he sat back and took the opportunity to relax. Of course, the occasional guest would come up and try to talk with him but he, for the most part, ignored them so they left him be. This, again, was fine. Didn't need some slut hanging all over him…
As he watched the crowd, Sheik saw something he certainly hadn't expected; Link being lead to the dance floor. He blinked in surprised at the sight. A man that Sheik didn't recognize had Link's hand in his own and the two were obviously going out to dance. The man was good looking, he had to admit that, but that certainly didn't explain Link's willingness to dance. Nor the almost casual way they held hands.
"What are you doing…?" Sheik muttered to himself. His thoughts though were interrupted as a man walked up to him, drink in hand.
"Hey there handsome, need a drink?" the Asian asked, tipping the glass towards him. Sheik stared pointedly and the Asian snickered. "Oh no, no, nothing like that. I was just working at the bar and had an order, but when I came back the boys were gone so I have an extra."
"…And why are you giving it to me?"
"Because you're my type," the barkeep said bluntly, all but shoving the drink into Sheik's hands and smiling broadly. "I'm Ranmaru by the way. Ranmaru Kurosaki."
"Is that so?" Sheik replied rather dully, looking the drink over suspiciously. Ranmaru rolled his eyes and, tipping Sheik's hand, took a sip of the drink himself.
"There, see? It's not drugged. I'm not that desperate," the Asian stated. Sheik couldn't help but raise a brow, but knew he wasn't going to get the man to leave him be if he didn't drink it, so he took a very small, hesitant sip. Ranmaru grinned. "See? Told ya."
"Right," Sheik said simply before sitting up and walking to the metal bar that surrounded the dance floor, keeping people from just jumping in he guessed. He looked out, trying to see if he could find his companion again.
Ranmaru just sort of stood there staring at the mysterious man. He was very handsome, that was for sure. He also seemed to be a very clean cut sort, a man of few words. But the Asian found it rather attractive. A few important words were far more interesting then line after line of ridiculous drabble. He'd never admit it to anyone, but he really liked the business type. Course, working here he didn't get many of them, so he hated to let this one get away.
"What you looking for stranger?" Ranmaru asked curiously as he leaned against the bar next to Sheik. The detective glanced at him for a moment before going back to his search. Surely the man would leave him be, right? But Ranmaru stayed where he was, looking the crowd over as well. Hey, even if the stiff wouldn't talk, he may as well figure out where D went off to, right?
"…Look, what do you want?" Sheik asked irritably. Ranmaru shrugged.
"Nothing in particular. Why, should I?"
"…No, I suppose not," the detective admitted, glancing at the Asian again. He wasn't all that bad looking… certainly a pretty face, nice body. But could he be trusted? That he didn't know. But it didn't really matter as he finally spotted Link again. He was still with that man, whom ever he was, and they were dancing. But they seemed rather friendly with their dance… "What the hell…?"
"What? Did you find what you were looking for?" Ranmaru questioned, looking at the area that Sheik had targeted. Didn't look all that interesting… "Oh, hey! There's D! And… ah shit, he did spot the blonde. Poor thing, couldn't keep his hands off…"
"Hmm…" Sheik murmured, not really paying attention. He didn't know any "D" or blonde… wait, blonde? "Wait, do you know that man?"
"Huh? Which one?" Ranmaru asked, slightly taken aback. "Are we talking about the same people?"
"The silver haired man over there, dancing with the blonde. Do you know him?" Sheik practically demanded, pointing towards the couple. Ranmaru tilted his head to the side and nodded.
"Yeah, that's D. Why, do you know him?"
"No, I don't," Sheik replied as he returned his gaze towards the dancers. Who the hell was D!
"Oh, so then the blonde? He a friend of yours?" Ranmaru questioned. Sheik grimaced slightly and nodded. The Asian leaned his back against the bar and gave the mysterious man an almost mocking stare. "Well, if you don't know D, then perhaps you're not as close as you think."
"Oh, and you would know?" Sheik asked irritably. Ranmaru shrugged.
"Just saying. Though, I guess I shouldn't be surprised he didn't tell you. It's certainly not something I'd share with just anyone if I was him," Ranmaru admitted. Sheik turned and leaned his arm against the bar, staring calculatingly at the Asian. Ranmaru gulped under the gaze, unable to look away from intense dusty eyes. "W-what? Is something wrong?"
"Tell me, how do you know about those two?" Sheik asked straight out. Ranmaru sighed as he finally tore his eyes away from the man's.
"On one condition."
"Name it."
"You can't tell anyone else, no matter what," Ranmaru finally said. Sheik was a little surprised, blinking a little at the Asian to see if it was a joke. But Ranmaru looked pretty serious, so he nodded.
"Fine, I won't," he said. Ranmaru smiled lightly, and Sheik had to admit that it was a really nice smile… but, this wasn't the time. "Now, tell me."
"Alright. Just making sure. Wouldn't want to get D in trouble. Course, even if you tried, you'd only get the blonde in trouble too, so no worries," Ranmaru reasoned. He turned back towards the dance floor, gazing out into the crowd. "You see, as you probably know, the blonde's a cop. He's name's Link, right?" A simple nod seemed sufficient and Ranmaru continued. "Well, D's not exactly the police's best friend. He's on the NYPD's most wanted list. Not exactly a match made in heaven, ne? Yet, despite the ridiculousness of it, they became lovers."
"Wait… him? He's Link's ex? This… criminal?" Sheik asked surprised. Ranmaru nodded sullenly.
"Guess you know at least how it ended up. D had to leave the poor boy. It was really too bad. He really liked him…"
"Then why the hell did he do that to him? Link's been a wreck all week," Sheik demanded irritably. Now that he had a target for it, he could feel his anger surface. If he could get his hands on that bastard…
"Because he had to," Ranmaru answered. "His employer found out about their affair and told D to either leave him or lose him, if you get my meaning. It was a devastating blow, I can tell you that. Link's not the only one who's been torn up over the break up. It wasn't until a few days ago that D was finally even consolable."
"So this D… he didn't want to leave Link?" Sheik asked flabbergasted. Ranmaru nodded and looked at the detective sadly.
"Not at all. In truth, I think if he was able, he'd have killed himself by now…" Ranmaru murmured. Sheik couldn't help but sigh himself, his sudden anger draining away. God, what had Link gotten himself into?
"Then, I suppose they really shouldn't be together right now, should they?" Sheik stated. Ranmaru smiled glumly.
"No, they really shouldn't. It'll only make things harder for them," he admitted. "But, I'm not going to stop them. It's not my place. If you want to, be my guest…"
"…But it's not really my place either, is it?" Sheik asked. Ranmaru looked at him questioningly and the man smiled ever so slightly at him. "If Link didn't feel he needed to tell me, then it obvious he doesn't need my help. If he ever changes his mind, then fine, but for now I'll pretend I don't know."
"…You know what? You're a pretty nice guy underneath that uptight exterior," Ranmaru said, smiling. "Not to mention you have a gorgeous smile."
"Oh…" Sheik said rather unintelligently. The Asian snickered at him and he looked away. After a moment though, he said, "It's Sheik by the way."
"What?" Ranmaru asked. Sheik turned towards him and reached out a hand.
"My name's Sheik." Ranmaru couldn't help but blush slightly, excitedly taking hold of the man's hand and grinning widely.
"Nice to meet you Sheik. How about a dance?"
"…Sure, why not?"
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Link gulped for what must have been the hundredth time as his feet hit the dance floor, his heart violently beating against his chest. But he didn't give it much thought as he stared at the man ahead of him. It was just like how it used to be; that warm, guiding hand leading him through unknown territory, worrisome and exhilarating all at once. Thoughts of how it wasn't then anymore kept creeping through his thoughts, but the music seemed to overpower them, leaving only that hand as Link's life raft.
Once he felt they'd gone far enough into the crowd, Dark stopped and turned around, smiling at his love. Link flushed. Perfect.
'You don't have to move, you don't have to speak. Lips for biting'
A new song picked up and Dark's body began to move with the beat. His hips swayed and shoulders rolled, feet and hands moving without evident purpose, yet they seemed to move perfectly with the rest of him. But his eyes were what Link found most provoking. Those crystal clear rubies seemed to pierce his very soul with that smoldering gaze.
'You're staring me down, a glance makes me weak. Eyes for striking'
Finally Link couldn't deny those eyes and moved, shyly rocking from one foot to the other, hoping he didn't mess up. He'd never done such a thing and didn't even know where to begin. To top it all off, he couldn't even find the damn beat! Link grew frustrated, his brows furrowed in confusion and embarrassment.
Dark chuckled and moved towards him, turning Link around and lightly holding his hips. The two moved together and Link soon found the beat, rocking back and forth with it as he reveled in the closeness of Dark. He let out a shuddering breath as those hands wound around his waist, pulling his back against the other.
'Now I'm twisting up when I'm twisted with you. Brush so lightly'
They continued their dance, hips swinging side to side, forward and back. Link lost himself in the movements, the music, and that warm breath on his neck… In a moment of madness he found his arms moving up and behind, softly stroking shimmering locks and soft skin. He was rewarded with a light kiss on his bare shoulder that sent shivers down his spine. Link's shuddering worsened as Dark's strong arms pulled him even closer.
'And time trickles down, and I'm breathing for two. Squeeze so tightly.'
Link felt himself spiraling down, his mind lost in a haze as his instinct began to take over. He moved back against Dark, grinding himself against the other's obvious need. Dark let out a shuddering moan, wrapping his fingers around Link's hips and pulling them to himself again. God it felt so good…
'I'll be fine, you'll be fine. This moment seems so long. Don't waste now, precious time. We'll dance inside the song'
Link turned around in Dark's arms so the two were face to face. They paused briefly, for just a moment, before a devilish grin made its way across Dark's face. His hands tightened their hold and again pulled the detective towards him. Link's eyes clenched shut as pure ecstasy raced through him, causing him to moan shamelessly.
'What makes the one to shake you down? Each touch belongs to each new sound'
And still they danced, their bodies moving and swaying with the beat, the rhythm, everything. Music and lust coursed through their veins as hearts raced. Dark's hands rested on the small of Link's back as the young detective danced against him, his arms raised above his head as his whole body rolled against the other's. He wanted it so badly!
'Say now you want to shake me too. Move down to me, slip into you.'
Link's thin linen shirt clung a little to him now, his skin damp with a thin sheen of sweat. Not that he really cared about his shirt anymore as it hung further and further off his shoulder. The glistening skin screamed for attention, which Dark gladly gave. He leaned down and kissed the shoulder again, parting his lips to lick it sensually. Link shuddered under his velvety tongue, the warmth relaxing and exciting all at once. The detective gladly tilted his head, giving more of his skin to that glorious mouth.
'She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin. Touch sight tastes like fire.'
Distracted by the Dark's mouth, Link failed to notice as hands slowly glided down his back. It wasn't until wasn't until those hands grasped at the taunt muscles of his ass that Link was snapped from his buzz. He gasped and writhed under the assault of both fingers and mouth, trying to arch back and keep that mouth on his neck at the same moment.
'Hands do now what eyes no longer defend. Hands to fuel desire.'
The music that was once their muse was now ignored, given up to pay closer attention to each other. Dark loved the sounds his dance partner made; that adorable panting between moans and sighs was like a choir of angels to him. That parted mouth was so tempting, but he knew that if he took it that that would be it. What little restraint he had would be lost.
But in the end he didn't have much choice in the matter. Blue eyes fogged by lust took one look at his once lover before leaning up and placing soft lips on Dark's own. There was hardly a moment for surprise as the thief snapped, pulling the young man flush against him as he ravaged his mouth, lost in the familiar taste. Link met him touch for touch, nip for nip. The kiss was wild and almost animalistic, but neither cared.
'I'll be fine, you'll be fine. This moment seems so long. Don't waste now, precious time. We'll dance inside the song.'
All traces of dance were gone now, replaced by pure, untainted instinct. Somehow Dark found a wall and slammed Link against it, initiating another bruising kiss. Pain was beyond them now, giving way to sexual tension and ecstasy. Nimble fingers worked at the lacing of Link's shirt, loosening it till the shirt fell off both shoulders, hanging uselessly around his elbows. But there was no shame, no worry. Link arched up desperately as hands roamed his chest, paying close, sometimes brutal attention to hardened nubs. He moaned and cried out in need, his nails digging into strong shoulders, trying to hold onto something to keep his legs from leaving him.
'What makes the one to shake you down? Each touch belongs to each new sound.'
Dark's hand then moved to Link's hips, lifting them up. The young detective took the hint, his lithe legs wrapping around the other's waist and hands gripping tighter at the contact. Dark let out a husky groan while Link's head shot backwards, incoherent cries leaving his lips. His body moved on it's own as his hips thrust desperately, loving the feel of the man's arousal against his own. But it wasn't enough, oh Lord it wasn't enough. Link couldn't help as quiet pleas escaped him between moans, begging him for… for… God, he wasn't even sure what he wanted anymore. His head spun as Dark left warm, wet kisses along his neck, knowing what the poor detective needed.
'Say now you want to shake me too. Move down to me, slip into you.'
Little thought was put into the action as Dark's fingers crept underneath the waist of Link's leather pants, tugging at them slowly, as if waiting for protest. Receiving nothing more then erratic gasps and moans, a hand slid between them, working quickly at the button and zipper that got in his way. Once undone, Dark deftly pulled at the pants and briefs, the fabric bunching up around the detective's thighs and leaving his behind bare.
'And I'll be fine, you'll be fine.'
As Dark worked the young man, Link had somehow managed to unwrap one of his arms from around the thief's neck and shakily undid the other's fly. God, when had undoing pants become such a difficult task? But it was worth it as he finally freed the man, feeling the velvety, solid shaft. If his brain could process irony, he would have laughed at the fact that this had been the first time he'd ever touched the Dark like this. He looked on with mild curiosity as the man moaned and shuddered, eyes half closed as he leaned heavily against the wall. But when those dark, lust clouded eyes bore into his own, Link couldn't help but gulp heavily as his heart skipped a beat.
"Link…" murmured Dark huskily. The sound sent new shivers down Link's spine. He took a deep breath before continuing. "I-I don't think I… can wait. Can I…?"
"Yeah…" Link replied, knowing what he meant, and yet not knowing. It was hard to explain, this almost drunk-like state he was in. Nothing made sense, but it almost seemed like second nature. Unreal, but yet oh so real… deep down something screamed for it all to stop, but he just couldn't stop himself.
'Is this fine? I'm not fine.'
Dark merely nodded, relieved, and slammed his lips against Link's again. Tongues swirled and tasted, gladly meeting and exploring. As they kissed, impatient hands grasped at the young man's ass again, this time positioning it just so. Link wrapped his arms around even tighter, trying to relax and brace himself as suddenly bright lights flashed behind his eyes. He couldn't help the yelp of pain that escaped him, his nails digging deep into Dark's shoulder. But Dark had long lost himself to his desperation, unable to slow and wait for the young detective to grow accustomed. He simply couldn't stop himself.
Yet, despite the pain, Link found himself lost in the sensation of the man filling him, seemingly completing him. In fact, deep down he found morbid comfort in the searing discomfort. It gave him something to hold on to, to keep himself from being lost in ecstasy. It made it more real. This wasn't just some pathetic fantasy he'd thought up; it wasn't some realistic dream that he would wake up from. This pain, this discomfort, this almost stifling amount of passion was real. He was here, now, with Dark inside him, thrusting deep inside him. There was pain, yes, but it was oh so wonderful in its own right.
'Give me pieces, give me things to stay awake (stay awake)'
Both men shuddered and groaned, the rhythm fast and out of control as Dark slammed deep and fast in Link, his head spinning from the intense pleasure of it. The young man was still so tight, yet so open to him. The detective couldn't help but grind his hips against Dark, forcing that wonderful warmth even deeper, crying out when it hit just the right spot.
'What makes the one to shake you down?'
Paradise was found as the thief took advantage of the newly found territory. He hit it again and again, basking in the montage of noises Link made. Gasps, cries, moans, occasional screams… it was all there, all for him to hear. Him and only him…
'Each touch belongs to each new sound.'
"My name…" Dark murmured gruffly in Link's ear. "I want to hear you say my name…"
"D-Dark… Dark…" Link moaned, his grip tightening as Dark's thrusts came even harder, sending shots of pain and ecstasy racing up his spine. Emotions slowly overcoming him, his latched desperately to Dark's lips, engaging in another sharing of selves. There was no longer a fight for dominance; only one to keep this wonderful feeling alive.
'Say now you want to shake me too.'
Link could feel his body start to tense, knowing that he was coming to his end. But he didn't want that! He wanted to stay this way forever, because he knew that when he was done, this would be done. He didn't want it to end though. He didn't want Dark to leave him. God, don't let him come!
But he did, screaming Dark's name as his body arched and tightened, every fiber of his being suffocating from the overload of pleasure. Watching Link come was too much for the thief, and he came soon after, filling the detective with his warm essence.
And the two stayed where they were for a moment or two, trying to regulate their breathing and let their minds catch up with the resent event. The later was no easy task as it was hard to wrap ones brain around such a reckless and shameless act. As they calmed and relaxed, the buzz of pleasure wore off, leaving them a little more worse for wear then they had been before.
As the silence continued to reign, Link slowly grew more and more depressed. Dark didn't plan for this, didn't plan to stay with him this time. His silence gave him away. While he hated to do it, he knew he had to get away, to try to settle this uprising of feelings. He couldn't breakdown here.
"I… I have to go," Link whispered softly, unwrapping himself from Dark and trying to stand on the ground, avoiding eye contact the whole way. A jolt of pain raced through him, but he tried to ignore it. After pulling his pants back up, his arms fell to his sides as he stood there awkwardly, Dark's hands still resting on the wall behind him.
"Link…" Dark said sadly, trying desperately to think of something to say. But there wasn't anything. He'd fucked everything up now, but he couldn't even explain himself to Link. It was like a living hell…
Without any evident provocation, Dark leaned forward and pulled Link into his arms, hugging him tightly and resting his head on his shoulder. The young detective's eyes grew wide. What… what was he doing?
"I'm sorry Link…" Dark murmured into his ear. The young man blinked in surprise, finding his eyes watering as the words were repeated to him again and again. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" Caught up in the moment, Link hugged Dark back, burrowing his face into the other's shoulder as a gentle sob escaped him.
"Why Dark? Why are you doing this to me? Hell, why are you doing this to yourself? I need to know!" Link begged, pulling desperately at Dark's shirt. He felt a shuddering breath brush past his ear and the hold on him tightening.
"I can't… I simply can't…"
"But why!" Link cried out in frustration. He could feel angry tears drip down his face as he pounded a fist against Dark's chest. "Why! WHY!"
His anger dissipated almost instantly as the thief murmured something softly to him before letting go of him and walking away. Link's legs went out from under him and he fell to the floor, silent tears streaming down his face. The words echoed in his mind, almost mocking him about what he was losing. Had he been telling the truth, or was it another of his lies?
Link looked down at his hands, a couple tears falling into them. He almost wished the words had been lies, but deep down he didn't think they were. Dark wouldn't play with words like that.
His head fell into his hands, shoulders heaving slightly as the words played over and over in his head.
'I love you…'
'Move down to me, slip into you.'
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"Something wrong babe?" Rikuo asked Yuki curiously, noticing the man look off into the crowd. Yuki, snapped from his thoughts, shook his head slightly.
"Oh, no, nothing. I just remembered something I need to do," Yuki replied, smiling softly at his lover. He gave the man a chaste kiss on the cheek before moving away and through the crowd. Rikuo, confused, stood frozen to the spot for a moment before realizing that Yuki was no longer in his sight.
"Yuki! Wait a minute! Where the hell are you going!" Rikuo's voice called. Yuki winced slightly, but kept moving through the crowd, trying not to lose that man. He had spotted a man hugging Link moments before he turned and left him, leaving the young detective to fall back within himself. Yuki felt bad, wanting to comfort Link, but also needing to know who the hell this guy was and what he was up to. No one messed with his friend.
And so Yuki followed the man out of the dance floor, past the bar and out the door. Of course, he was careful about how he did it; hiding behind little pockets of people, waiting a few seconds before heading in the same direction that the man had gone. He was a detective after all. He knew how to properly follow someone.
Yuki had originally planned on confronting the stranger, but as he watched him he felt like he knew him. But where from? He didn't really know any guys with dark silver hair. But he definitely familiar… So Yuki kept his distance, following the man. He led Yuki down the alleyway and then down another, going deeper and deeper into the maze of dirty streets. Yuki began to feel a little uneasy, but continued anyway. He wasn't going to let this bastard get away with whatever he'd done.
They eventually reached a tall building, probably an old, abandoned hotel of sorts. When the man reached the front door, some men in dark suits came up to him, talking in low voices. Yuki tried to get closer to hear what they were saying, but it was hard since the entrance was surrounded by open space. There was no way to get close without them seeing him. Luckily though, the other men led the stranger through the doors, leaving the entrance unguarded.
Why would an old hotel need guards like this? Whoever this guy was, he had to be part of something big. Yuki's inner detective couldn't help but want to investigate further, despite the danger. This situation grew more and more interesting and he had to get to the bottom of it.
He walked casually to the entrance, hoping not to gather attention. Luckily, no one seemed to notice him, or if they did didn't expect him to be any trouble. They all figured he was just some slut for hire. Perhaps not one of his best roles, but he dealt with the hungry eyes following him as he entered the doors. He found himself partially blinded by the bright lights that lit the lobby.
It was clean and looked new, like it was still used as a hotel. Yuki glanced around in surprise. What was this place? He heard voices coming from a door to the right and decided to look into it. He crept quietly to the door, pressing his ear to the door.
"—says you were out dancing. Mind letting me know about your dance partner?" asked a deep voice, feigning innocent curiosity. It sent shivers down Yuki's spine, and he wasn't even the intended listener. The voice must have belonged to the guy in charge. But then why did it sound a bit familiar…?
"Fuck you. Do you get off sticking your fat ass in my business?" said another voice bitterly. Was it the man he had been following? It seemed likely since his man had been dragged into this room. It only made sense that he was the one the leader was talking to. But, again, there was something familiar about this voice too…
"No, actually I don't, but thanks for asking," the leader quipped. A chair groaned – the leader must have been a large man – and the man continued. "Just remember that you aren't to see him anymore, or else. Understood?"
"Yeah, I got it the first fuckin' hundred times," the man grumbled angrily. What did the leader mean by "him"? What sort of group had Yuki stumbled upon? Deep in thought, he didn't notice when someone walked up behind him.
"Oy, who d'hell are you?" a large man ordered, causing Yuki to jump and spin, his eyes wide. Damn! He'd been caught! He dodged the hand that reached out from his shirt and ducked as he dashed under the guard's massive arms. The big oaf glared dangerously as he yelled, "Git back 'ere you sonuvabitch! No one gits pass me!"
Yuki ignored his cries and raced for the door, hoping to get out and lose anyone who followed him in the alleyways. But luck wasn't on his side as, within seconds, multiple guards were on the scene, a couple blocking Yuki's means of escape.
"Shit…!" Yuki swore, stopping and looking around desperately, trying to find another way to escape. Finding none and with big buff men charging towards him, he took his chances. He sprinted for the doors, managing to dodge the first of the two men. But as he swerved past the second, he reached out and grabbed Yuki's arm. Instantly the detective twisted away, trying to release the grip on his wrist, but it didn't do any good as soon the whole pack came in on him, grabbing his limbs as he tried to strike them. The big oaf that found him at the door managed to take both his wrists and hold them behind his back easily with one hand. Yuki mentally cursed his slim body.
"Let me go!" he cried, still twisting and turning, trying desperately to free himself. However, the guard's grip was tight and seemingly unmovable.
"What the hell's going on out here!" swore a very angry boss. Yuki shuddered, gnawing his lips anxiously as he looked at the ground. This wasn't good. He was caught by some unknown crime ring and no one, not even Rikuo, knew he'd even left the club. He swore bitterly under his breath.
"…Wait, it can't be…" said the voice of the man Yuki had followed. He looked up to find himself looking a very confused young man staring at him. An extremely familiar young man… no, it couldn't be.
"Derrick…?" Yuki questioned, not believing what he was seeing. His hair may have been a slightly different color, but there was no doubt that it was Link's ex-lover. But what was he doing here? Had Link known about this!
"I'll tell you this much; you think about him more then you know." Yuki suddenly remembered what Link had told him. Did he mean that he thought about criminals a lot? No, there was something more… Now that Link's ex no longer had black hair, his looks seemed rather familiar. Silver hair, red eyes… it couldn't be…
"No… you're Dark Link!" Yuki exclaimed, his stomach dropping. Link had been lovers with Dark Link! How had this happened! His head spun and he felt dizzy as Dark grimaced and looked away. This couldn't be happening… it just couldn't be…
"Well, well, well… it seems you've learned a little too much Yuki," The Boss said, emphasizing his name. Yuki looked up angrily, opening his mouth to say something when suddenly he stopped. His eyes widened again and his mouth stayed agape.
"No… no way… it can't be…" Yuki murmured, shaking his head in disbelief. The Boss smirked evilly at him and chuckled.
"Ah, but it can…"
"You're… you're the--" Yuki began before his sentence cut off and he fell to the ground. The guard that had been holding him still had his hand in a fist, smiling to himself at the knocked out detective.
"Well now, looks like I have a new problem on my hands," The Boss stated, resting his hands on his waist. He then turned to Dark, giving him a dirty look. "And you. I didn't know you kept company with detectives other then your precious Lennings." Dark glanced worriedly at Yuki before returning The Boss's dirty look.
"What the fuck are you going to do with him?" he asked darkly. The Boss smirked.
"Well, he's quite the looker wouldn't you say? I think he'd make a fun toy," The Boss mused, smiling even more at the look of pure hatred in Dark's eyes. "Oh, what's wrong? Don't tell me you like this one too?"
"Shut the fuck up!" Dark yelled. "It's not like that!"
"Then what is it like Dark Link?" The Boss pushed. Dark glared at him, his hands fisted.
"…Leave him the fuck alone."
"Leave him alone? When he already knows so much? I'm afraid I can't do that," The Boss said, sounding more serious. "He knows who I am now, and he knows about you. Hell, he knows about this place. I can't allow him to go. That's that. I can't give him a job that allows him to go out on his own, and he's too slim to be a guard. The only use he is here is as a prostitute. That or I'll have to kill him. And that would be such a waste."
"…I'll take him," Dark muttered. The Boss raised a brow at him and laughed.
"You? Hah! What would you do with him? Make him a substitute for your lover boy?" Dark glared daggers at him, his eyes now hard.
"I'm not like you," he spat, his voice deeper and venomous. "What I do with him is my goddamn business." The Boss eyed him, noting the change in his worker. He frowned and nodded slowly.
"Fine, do with him as you please. But if he ever steps foot outside this building, I will be forced to take him from you, understood?" The Boss asked. Dark didn't even nod. He simply walked over to the fallen detective, picking him up and slinging him over his shoulder. He started up the stairs, stopping for a minute before looking down at The Boss.
"You should be thankful. Next time I see you, I will kill you," he stated evenly, his face emotionless. The minion's murmuring stopped as they looked at each other and looked to The Boss. However, the large man didn't respond. After a minute of silence Dark turned back around and went up the stairs, most likely to his room, taking Yuki with him.
He didn't know why he'd done it either. It was something he'd expect from Him or The Slut. But not himself. He didn't care about other people. He only cared about the welfare of himself, which involved the welfare of Him and The Slut. But he didn't really care about this man. So why'd he save him? Probably because he knew that the others would give him shit about it. Fuck, did he find their complaining annoying. They should just get over themselves. If it wasn't for him, they wouldn't be around anymore. Or, at least, not doing as well as they were. It wasn't great, but it was better then it could be.
Damn, there went The Slut. He was telling him to stop that and let him or the old man take over. Heh, like he was going to do that. He was finally in control for a bit, and as long as he didn't push his luck, he could stay this way.
Arriving to their room, the other self closed the door behind him and all but flung the body onto the bed. Now he had to figure out what to do with the dead weight… maybe he would have been better off leaving him with that bastard…
His thoughts stopped there as he heard Him come back; he had left soon after fucking that blonde. The other self growled, his hands gripping his head as he muttered, "No… I'm sick of being stuck in there… I won't go back!"
Suddenly his whole body relaxed, his arms falling to his side as softened red eyes blinked. The Thief was in control now. (Dark had the ability to kick whoever was in control out and let the other self take over if he wasn't up to it). God was he tired of the other self getting all riled up. But, he was a little grateful. At least Yuki was alright…
The Thief sat on the side of the bed, examining the injury on the top of Yuki's head, but found that other then a bruise, it would be alright. Good. He didn't think he could stand knowing that the darling detective's frind had been hurt badly because of him. This detective must have followed them from the club. But now what could he do? There was no way he'd be able to sneak him out, that was for sure. And Dark had gone out to lunch, so he was no help.
"Ugh… why me?"
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Phew… another long one. I think this is going to become a habit. o.o Oh well. The longer the better, no?
But omg! I did one of my fav scenes! (Which, incase you still can't figure it out, is the DLxL lemon. Duh.) I think I got the out of control-ness right and the bittersweet. And the angst. Gotta love the angst.
And I know, you're all like, "NUU! They didn't get back together! And what about Yuki! AH!" right now, but please relax, sit back, and chill, cause I'm taking a short break before I tackle this. Why? Because we've finally gotten to the last big hurdle! There's not more really big plot twisters! This is the plot twist. But I really need to take a break because I'm really busy and feel under the weather and overall not good. So, I'll be gone for about two or three weeks, but I should be back with the next chapter. Thank you all for your support and please comment!
