This chappie is mine!
As Daisuke purred, kneading the front of Dark's black tee shirt, the thief was suddenly quite aware of his lack of clothing. "Ah, we'd better get you something to wear…" He muttered and began to blush, detangling himself from the goddamn freaking adorable kitty thing and searching through his dresser to find something that would fit the fox. Daisuke stood close behind and watched him curiously flicking his tail back and forth.
"…Something to wear?" He repeated, then tugged on Dark's shirt in understanding. "Oh! This." A pleasant zing when through Dark's body at the boy's touch but he ignored it and pulled out his smallest jeans, boxers and shirt. "What, you've never worn clothing before?" He teased carefully and handed the clothes to the smaller kid, trying to disregard the way that ivory skin glowed in the lamp's light. "I have!" He said indignantly and held Dark's garments up to his chest just like a little kid.
"I just-…" He got very quiet all of the sudden, his eyes turned almost garnet and his ears slicked straight back. "Someone I…don't like made me wear them."
His tail curled up between his legs and Dark steered him over to the bathroom and resisted the urge to pull him into his arms,
"Hey, if you don't like remembering- well, don't!" and gestured to the inside of the bathroom. "Now get changed! I got some more questions for you when you get out." Daisuke looked at him for a moment with round innocent eyes, his ears lifting back up to normal, and then went into the bathroom, closing the door softly.
Dark noticed the sudden absence of noise and glanced outside- it had finally stopped raining. He then checked his watch, the two little custom wings pointing to the numbers- eleven-thirty. "Dammit." He muttered. It was too late to send out a notice and steal now- hell, he needed his beauty sleep. Just what had happened to the little fox kid anyway? Not that he didn't want him here or anything but…
Daisuke walked out of the bathroom just then and tugged on the sleeves of Dark's shirt, his large eyes wide. "Um, Dark…?"
Oh god- the collar of the shirt was far too large and exposed delectable collarbones, skin that just begged to be kissed, and nibbled, and… "EH?...Um I mean what?"
He ran a hand through his hair nervously. Was it just him, or was it a little warm in here? "It's too big…" He pouted and his plump pink lips curved down in a seizure-inducingly adorable way. "Ah, it's fine. So why do you have-" He reached out to touch Daisuke's feline ears and he shied away, letting out a small whimper.
Then he sneezed again and rubbed his eyes sleepily as Dark brought his hand back down.
"Alright, I won't touch you. You should probably go to bed now- don't want you getting sick." The little kitty-fox followed him meekly down an enormous hallway filled with artworks, occasionally pausing to look at a particularly beautiful piece of jewelry or painting. Finally they reached a guest bedroom and Dark smiled "Here." watching as Daisuke stared at the enormous room. It had a red theme, the reason why Dark had picked it in the first place. "Wow." He said softly and walked over to the bed, running one small hand over the sheets. "Oh. But Dark…" He walked back over and grabbed his sleeve in a childish sort of way. "I've never slept by myself…" The phantom thief colored severely, "W-Well, it'd be kinda weird for you to… because we don't know each other, and…"
Daisuke's ears went down slowly, and inside Dark's head he heard his devil self,
~ Go on! This is your chance! And when he least suspects, you can have your wicked way with him…the way you want to…~
His angelic self replied, ~ No! He's scared already- you'd never see him again! 'Sides, you don't even know if he swings that way or not!~ He shut them both up and put a hand on Daisuke's sexily narrow shoulder. "I'm right down the hallway if you need me, ok? And I'm a light sleeper too, so don't worry about waking me up."
He reached out to pat his head but decided against it and merely said, "I'll seeya in the morning then, ok?" removing his hand from Daisuke's form.
The little fox's ears drooped a little but he walked back to the bed said "Ok, goodnight, Dark." and burrowed into the ruby covers, his hair almost invisible next to the fabric. The thief smiled in the darkness, a sliver of whiteness and headed back to his room, a warm tingling going up through his toes and all the way to his scalp.
As he crawled back into his own bed, he tossed and turned as he thought about the little creature-he'd never seen anyone like Daisuke before. What exactly was he…? He'd met artworks before like him, but Daisuke was flesh and bone, not unsubstantial like them.
~Ah, well. I'll talk to him more tomorrow. ~He set his alarm, turned off the lamp and snuggled down in his comforting black sheets.
~And maybe I'll get that statue tomorrow too.~ He fell asleep to that reassuring thought.
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