I am back again. I'm so sorry this chapter took so long to get up, but I just hit writer's block for a while and then I was desperate. "I have to update something, even if it sucks!" That's what I was wailing this whole time. So I finally got off my butt and did it. Daisuke is so screwable...O.o Oh, sorry. That was supposed to stay in thought-bubble form. But...he really is.

Disclaimer: I have no rights to D N Angel whatsoever and am proud to admit it.

Chapter Four

Downstairs Dark dismissed the business men, saying that they were welcome to come back in a week or so. He even dismissed Hiwatari, who stared at him a while before leaving.

"Dark. Find out about Daisuke. About his past."

"Hm? Why?"

"Just do it. See if he remembers anything."

"Whatever, just go."

Dark shut the door on his face, then turned to find his slave, "Oh Daisuke..."

"Yes?"

"What was that whole business with the mop?" Dark feigned interest while slowly slipping closer to his slave. "It's not polite to interrupt my meetings, Dai-chan."

"Dai-chan?" Daisuke squeaked. "Dark-sama...you're acting weird. And you smiled."

"Daisuke, is it that hard to believe?"

"What, that you can smile? Yes."

Dark only shrugged, tracing the outline of Daisuke's shoulder blades with a cold finger. Daisuke shivered; his eyes locked with Dark's for a brief moment before dropping to the floor and staring at its dull patterns. Anything to escape Dark's seductive gaze. And it was seductive indeed. Daisuke blushed some...thoughts...came to mind. Thoughts that he would have loved to entertain further away from Dark. Stuttering, Daisuke mumbled a few words about having to leave before quickly exiting the room, breaking into a run as soon as he got out of Dark's sight. Running, running, running--he ended up in his room. I don't think I can take anymore of this...

Daisuke allowed his thoughts to roam, taking him to such thoughts as: what would it be like to have Dark enter him? Blush. "No, no, no!" Daisuke shook his head furiously, tousling his already tousled hair. Rubbing his eyes, he plopped down on the bed and moaned. Downstairs in the bathroom, Dark smirked. His slave was so amusing...it was a miracle that Dark hadn't jumped him and had his way with him already. A real miracle. Dark mused for a moment.

"Yes, I think it's time I make him mine..."

Dark ascended the spiral staircase up to his room where Daisuke was currently pounding his head into the bedframe. For a moment, all seductive thoughts were pushed out of Dark's mind as he saw his Daisuke physically torturing himself. Grasping his wrists he dragged him away from the bed, holding him close to his chest. And that's when he saw the blush. Running his hand around near Daisuke's lower area--much too close to his groin--he smirked as he felt Daisuke harden.

"Daisuke...you're so screwable."

"W-what?"

"Dai-chan, I'm going to make you mine."

Daisuke gasped as Dark abandoned his stroking and kissed him full on the lips. Dark bit at his slave's lips roughly, begging for entrance. Biting harder, he earned a gasp from Daisuke, giving him all the entrance he needed. Slipping his tongue inside Daisuke's mouth, he began fighting for dominance. It wasn't long before he won, either. Daisuke seemed to have just succummed to Dark's superiority. And that was saying a lot as Dai-chan had been a slave for a while. Dark felt Daisuke's knees give away and stooped down to catch him, not breaking his flow of kisses.

He laid Daisuke on the bed before hovering above him, one leg on each side of Daisuke's waist. Daisuke moaned, his fists grabbing the closest thing his hands can reach, which happened to be the bed sheets. He twists them around and around as Dark entered him, biting back a scream. A very loud scream. Dark trailed his kisses from Daisuke's groin up to his neck, biting gently. He closed his eyes and laughed inwardly at Daisuke's innocence. Despite the fact that he's been a slave...

Abandoning all thoughts except making Daisuke his, Dark began to thrust, enjoying the moans he was earning from Daisuke. Daisuke, on the other hand, was wondering how Dark got so good. With his hands, especially. But he too stopped thinking as Dark's seed exploded in him. Bright colors blinded his eyesight, and all he could hear was his own heart pounding furiously. He felt Dark kiss him lightly and he shivered again. Panting, he waited until he was thoroughly calmed down before flipping Dark over so he was beneath him and kissed him roughly. Dark's violet eyes widened.

"You are the first person I've wanted to take me..." Daisuke whispered in his ear, eyes locking with his.

"Huh. Well don't I feel special," Dark smirked, arms encircling his slaves waist.

Daisuke ran his fingers through his red hair, trying and failing to make it appear neat. He looked at his master as he called his name.

"Yes?"

"Show me your arm."

"My...arm, Dark-sama?"

"Did I stutter?"

Daisuke pouted, thrusting his arm out for Dark to see. Dark raised an eyebrow, "The other one."

"Why?" Daisuke moaned, showing him the other one.

"Because I think you are the missing prince from the castle."

Daisuke grimaced as Dark sliced a pattern onto his arm with a freshly sharpened knife. Despite the pain though, he watched as the copious amounts of blood dribbled down his arm and began revealing another hidden pattern that seemed to be carved on him quite a long time ago. Dark frowned lightly, replacing it with a smirk when Daisuke looked up to him for an explanation. He merely shrugged, gesturing to Daisuke's other arm. His slave gasped audibly as along his whole body thin red lines began to appear, activated by the blood.

"Dark...why is this happening to me?"

He extended his shaking hand to Dark, who took it and pulled Daisuke on his lap. "Dai-chan..."

"Don't call me that."

"You told me that you have been a slave for five years right?"

"Yeah."

"So that means you started when you were ten. Well...what were you doing for those first five years? They were trying to beat the royalty out of you, Daisuke. The fire that was set when you were five killed your parents and you were sent off to the slave auctions so no one would know you were the rightful heir."

"Heir to what?"

"Are you that dense? The kingdom! Anyways...after your family was killed and you were out of the picture, many people began fighting for the crown. And it seems that every year someone else is holding it, too. They all kill each other eventually--it's just a big power grab. So what you need to do...is go claim the crown."

"I don't want to. I want to stay here with you, Dark-sama."

"Why do you think I made you mine today, Daisuke? I knew that I was going to prove your royalty and now you have to go."

"Dark-sama...do you know who started the fire?"

Dark looked at his slave as tears began to spill down his face and hit the floor. "Yeah. It was me."

Going to have to cut it short--the library is closing. T.T Noo, my beloved Daisuke! You are so regal and yet...Dark killed your parents! Aah!