-Squeal- Eeeek! Merry Christmas! Wow! Thanks for all your great reviews! I'm so glad you all liked it so much! MERRY CHRISTMAS! And, I actually updated when I told you guys I would- which was before Christmas-!

Here's the second chapter, a bit longer than the last one, so yeah, that's good. Reviewer responses at the bottom.

Oh, and couple of you asked if Dark and Krad knew Satoshi and Daisuke and then answer is… no. None of them know each other. But they ask if they would get to meet each other, and now that I think about it, that's a great idea! I don't know how or when, but I'm gonna see if I can do that!

And, some of you commented on Dark's little phrase of 'I'm not trying to take advantage of you'. Haha, I cracked up when I read that. I guess it is kinda unlike Dark to say that, but I wanted to show (in light of Christmas and all) that he could be selfless and not all about well, lust, and stuff. I don't think Dark always has to be a womanizer, I think he has a nice heart… somewhere. –laughs- anyway!

(Oh, and this isn't the last chapter either, apparently, this is going to be another long fic… I just don't know how to do short fics… -sweatdrop-)

Enjoy!

Christmas Warmth

"Damn…" Satoshi muttered tiredly as he slid to the ground, leaning his head back to rest against the wall, the cold snow soaking into his clothes, chilling him to the bone.

Gloved hands reached down to tenderly rub snow into his ankle, ignoring the sharp, intense pain that burned enough to make him react—not much, of course, but enough to make him clench his teeth and close his eyes out of pain. That, though, was a lot, considering it was Satoshi.

It was beginning to get dark, the sky fading into increasingly brilliant shades of pink and orange, which gently gave way to darker hues of purple and red. The ocean's lull calmed the azure-eyed boy, and he was glad at least the he could watch the ocean recede into low tide as he waited patiently for the pain in his twisted ankle to give way as the ice began to take effect and ease the swelling.

What kind of a police commander slips on ice He thought bitterly, recalling the incident as he was walking home from work. Luckily, there'd been no one around to see, as it was Christmas Eve, and everyone was inside with their family. It'd been abnormally quiet in the station without the jokes of the incompetent officers around. Satoshi had almost missed the annoyingly loud voices that normally filtered into his office from the lobby.

His face softened into a pensive, sorrowful gaze as his mind began to null over the past couple days. The depressing Christmas season. Interestingly, it coursed with the tenacity of a buzzing bee at work to the image of a strawberry-haired boy. He shook his head, blue locks straying all over his pale face.

He kept thinking about that boy, even though he'd never met him—well, that may not have been right, for some reason, he looked familiar. In any case, it wasn't natural. He'd never talked to him, only seen him for those couple minutes the day before… Satoshi hated being confused, and so chucked the whole incident, remembrance and thoughts altogether, into the back of his mind and closed his eyes resolutely.

ÒoÕoÒoÕ

Daisuke stuck the aspirin pills his father had asked him to buy ("You know how loud your mother gets… especially during Christmas…") further into his pocket and laughed quietly. Wiz 'Kyuu-ed' suddenly from atop his head and the red-haired boy looked up.

"What's up, Wiz?"

The furry white animal only squealed again, dropping in front of Daisuke's face to point with his ears to the side.

Daisuke looked, and for a moment, only saw the receding ocean, glowing with the withdrawing rays of the setting sun, setting shadows to dance and tuck the land in deep shades. Then a spot of cerulean caught his eyes, and he hesitantly made his way over to the person sitting on the ground.

It was a boy, about his own age, the claret-eyed boy saw. He looked pale, blue hair falling limply over his face, leaned back against the wall, obscuring it. As he stepped closer, Daisuke also noticed the raised pants' leg, revealing a bruised and slightly swollen ankle coated in snow.

He looked familiar…

Ignoring the thought, Daisuke stood in front of the boy, and cleared his throat lightly.

"Um, do you need some help?"

Azure eyes flew open, body tensed, widening slightly at Daisuke's presence.

"I- No, I don't need any help."

But now it was Daisuke's turn to widen his eyes as he suddenly recognized the boy in front of him.

"It's you!"

It was the boy from yesterday. Damn irony… Satoshi could not believe his eyes, and just nodded dumbly, trying to regain his composure.

And he almost had it, too, but it was thrown to the winds once again as the smaller boy suddenly dived down, taking one of Satoshi's arms and picking him up by it, slung it over his shoulder. It was all done so swiftly, the sea-eyed police commander had no time to react, or even less, evade. He had always been in control of everything in his life, and he had always distanced himself from other people. Now, he found himself being helped by someone, because he was too weak to help himself, and he was actually, physically, touching someone… Those two things in themselves were enough to throw him completely out of sorts and upset the basic rules in his life—Always be in control, and never let anyone get too close. Both broken in the form of a small red-haired boy…

"No way, your ankle's twisted. Let me help you," the fire-eyed boy said determinedly, his grip on the older boy's arm tightening, "I'll help you get home, where do you live?"

Satoshi responded automatically, his mind still on previous matters, and Daisuke frowned, "My house is closer, and you need to get your ankle looked as soon as possible, so we should go there first. My family won't mind," his authoritative tone giving way to one of meekness in a complete change of character, "Um, if that's all right with you, of course."

"It's not. I can take care of myself," the indigo-eyed boy objected, finally regaining his composure and trying to inject as much coldness and distance in his voice—his only way of trying to regain some control over the situation. He then attempted to remove his arm from around Daisuke's neck and stand on his own, but the sudden crash of pain that swarmed all the way up from his ankle made him draw his breath in sharply, almost crashing back into the other boy as the pain blurred his vision. All attempts at control obliterated once again.

Daisuke was torn between amusement at the commander's pride, and concern at the pained look on his face. Concern won out over his expression, and Daisuke shook his head firmly, "See? You need some help. And I want to pay you back for helping me yesterday… it meant a lot to me…" the soft voice finished, and the injured police commander bit his lip, an internal debate raging. For the bright-eyed boy, everything was crystal-clear—he had a favor to repay, and his kind heart would never let him leave someone who needed help. He felt very much indebted to this sea-eyed boy.

Ruby eyes watched patiently as the other fought for control within himself until finally, closing weary eyes of sapphire, Satoshi let Daisuke lead him past the droning waves of the ocean's waves, and through the falling drifts of snow as the clouds overtook the darkened skies.

Satoshi lifted one eyelid open, raising an eyebrow.

"So… what is that thing on you head?"

"Kyu!"

"Er…"

Dark stirred the milk into his coffee slowly, thoughtfully, all the meanwhile gazing at the sleeping blonde in his bed from his spot beside it. The amethyst-eyed high-school student smirked to himself, loving the way that sounded- a blonde in his bed. Just sleeping there, helplessly laying there for him to—he snapped his mind out of the gutter. He had promised him that he wasn't trying to take advantage of him –he'd get permission first before ravaging the blonde angel—and it seemed that he better keep himself in control if he wanted to gain his trust, it seemed he was highly suspicious in the other's mind already.

Dark didn't blame him.

But it was true, he hadn't chosen the blonde as his One because he wanted to take advantage of him— in truth… he was still puzzled at the reason, since it was unlike him to be anything other than selfish. When he'd rescued the sun-eyed angel, all he had really wanted to do was, well, rescue him. Save him, and care for him… he knew what it was like to be alone, in fact, he still felt like he was at times, and he was frankly sick of it. For once, he'd wanted to help someone out. He didn't want his angel to suffer the cruel, cold solitude he had. He wanted to care for him like he hadn't for anything else. His One.

The violet-eyed man wished he'd at least asked the golden-eyed man's name… it was irritating him to no extent to just call him 'the blonde'. Amethyst eyes blinked as the hot, searing coffee burnt his tongue and he dashed to the sink in the bathroom, wrenching the cold water on and sticking his tongue in.

"Screw…" he pouted, sucking hard on his tongue. A low moan caught his attention, and he walked back quickly to his bedside, peering at the blonde anxiously.

The blonde—Krad, though Dark didn't know, of course—shivered violently in his sleep and Dark sighed, running his hand through the silken fair locks.

Kissing pale lips lightly, he drew back the covers and eased himself in so as not to wake the angel. He guessed that he was probably exhausted. Tucking the covers tightly around him and his chosen, he wrapped his arms around the cold body and pulled it closer to himself, trying to share the warmth of his own body.

To his surprise, the smaller angel in his arms leaned into the embrace, whimpering almost inaudibly, and Dark smiled tenderly.

"I chose you… you're my One… will you stay with me?" he wondered, the whispered words falling deafly onto sleeping ears.

ÒoÕoÒoÕ

Krad had never felt so warm… and it wasn't just physically either. There was something pleasant, light-hearted about his dreams, and he couldn't understand why. Violet tinted images, a face of a dark angel, a small, cozy room, swam in wandering circles in his head, all blurred and unrecognizable, so that Krad couldn't tell if they were memories or simply figment of his dream.

It was clear, though, that he felt warm and safe… and… loved…

"Let me help you…"

"I'm not trying to take advantage of you."

"I chose you…"

"My One…"

He didn't know where the words had come from, but each one was said in such loving, warm tones, he felt attached irreproachably to the voice. Attached like a starving child to his only source of food.

No one had wanted to help him. Ever. There had always been a motive behind it. Money, orders, but usually his pretty face and small body. This voice… somehow, he was assured that it wouldn't hurt him and use him the way others had before.

It was then and there that Krad Hikari fell in love without knowledge. It was in dark-less dreams that he fell in love with Dark.

ÒoÕoÒoÕ

Amethyst jewels opened, glazed with sleep, and Dark twisted his head to look behind him at the clock.

Nine o'clock, Christmas morning. He yawned and turned back to his side, cradling his newfound treasure closer to himself. His treasure being, namely, the sleeping blonde.

Apparently, even that slight amount of movement was too much, for the golden-haired angel stirred, muttering incomprehensible phrases under his breath. Dark grinned and leaned in, brushing his lips over the angel's, just as golden jewels slid open.

"Merry Christmas, sleeping beauty," the violet-haired devil murmured softly as he withdrew. Sun-tinted locks fell away in messy sprawls from the angel's face as he looked on at Dark, sleepy confusion sketched deeply in his face.

"Who… are you?"

Dark chuckled at the sleep-heavy voice, and pulled the other man closer to himself, stroking silken locks softly before kissing his forehead.

"My name's Dark. Memorize it, respect it, adore it," he winked.

Memories invaded Krad's mind, and he finally remembered the night before… At death's door on that cold Christmas Eve, until he was picked up by this stranger, Dark, and apparently taken into his home.

His eyes widened suddenly as he finally realized how close in proximity he was to the other man, and that they were in a bed, and to him, that never meant anything good. But to his surprise, he saw that both of them were fully clothed.

"Don't worry. Didn't I tell you I wasn't trying to take advantage of you? I didn't even think about doing that at – well, I didn't think about it more than once, at least," the cheerful voice made him glance back up, unable to hide his surprise at the lack of greed and lust in the other's deep violet eyes.

"So, what's your name? Been dying to know," a coy smile accompanied the words.

"…Krad…" he answered softly, hesitantly.

"Beautiful…" Dark murmured, pulling Krad in again and kissing him gently. Krad stiffened, eyes wide in panic, until the taller man broke away, and Krad was surprised to see the swimming emotions in his dark eyes—concern, regret, and utter sadness.

Once again, he was drawn into the violet-haired student, but this time, it was in a more desperate embrace, closer than the others, and the sun-haired angel's body tensed once again, until Dark's low, smooth voice whispered in his ears, full of pain and need, "I chose you… you're my One… will you please stay with me?"

Without thinking, Krad nodded against Dark's shoulder, hesitantly leaning in to the embrace. For the first time, he felt needed.

Aw! Aren't they sweet? Thanks a lot for your support and I hope you keep on reading.

Actually, to be truthful, I don't see why you guys liked the first chapter so much. I mean, it's odd, because I wrote… what? A three page chapter? And not that much even happened in it, but I got such positive reviews… I mean, I'm really happy, but I was just surprised. I'm always continually surprised at how much people like my stuff… which is good, since I do work hard on it. Anyway… -sweatdrop- Thanks a lot for your support, and if you have any suggestions or constructive criticism, go at it.

Ugh, my computer crashed, and so I'm using my grandmother's, and so I can't respond to all your wonderful reviews, but THANK YOU! I'm amazed at all the positive reviews I got, so thanks a lot. I managed to update before Christmas too!

MERRY CHRISTMAS! FELIZ NAVIDAD, PROSPERO AÑO Y FELICIDAD! And for those who don't celebrate Xmas, HAPPY HANNUKAH! HAPPY KWANZA!