It had been almost three weeks since then, and Dark hadn't tried to go any farther with him, mostly because he had a sneaking suspicion Krad had gone as far as he damn well liked with Daisuke, and he didn't want to scare him. He'd simply been searching the internet and pouring over books to find something that had the kind of power that could transform him into a true artwork, and have power left over for that damn statue to eat. But by now it was becoming clear that the Kistune Yuusen was the most powerful artwork…
Dark didn't know what to do. To tell Daisuke that they needed an artwork who was willing to have all their power drained and become human…
He might as well have said 'there is no way this can be done.' He did, though, and so for the moment they were both stumped.
No artwork in their right mind would agree to that. They sat next to each other on the sofa, Dark's arm around his thin shoulders as they mulled things over, Daisuke's head buried in his tanned neck. "Maybe… You can bring a couple of those artworks from your basement to the museum and try to bargain with it."
The redhead offered and wrapped his hands tightly around his waist. These last few weeks his sickness had cleared up but somehow he felt stranger than ever, vulnerable…It didn't help that he'd noticed swelling there too… and so had Dark. "Nah, the one's downstairs don't even have half of your power."
Daisuke snorted and flattened his ears. "That as of yet, has refused to show itself." After watching Dark mess around and experiment with his new powers,
(he especially liked to make things explode, although it strained him to do anything bigger than a watermelon) Daisuke had tried as well, but it had merely churned around inside his body. "Nonsense." He slipped one hand under Daisuke's folded arms and patted his slightly rounded abdomen.
"You have the power of chub. Speaking of which…" He looked at the redhead seriously out of the corner of his eye.
"We really should see what it is. Even though it doesn't seem to be hurting you…" Daisuke shook his head,
"I'm not going unless I know them. The other doctor I met with was really mean."
Not to mention way too inquisitive about his tail, ears and lack of a belly button. For the record, it was Krad's fault about the belly button- he'd gone over with Daisuke all the parts of human anatomy they needed to make these bodies, but forgotten to mention that. It was a good thing he was rich enough to bribe the doctor to keep his mouth shut. Dark grinned, "Oh good, because Argentine's a nurse." and the redhead's mouth dropped open. "Wha-but!" The thief cracked his knuckles,
"Well it's all settled then. We'll go see him tomorrow-" a look of irritation crossed Dark's features, "And I'll finally just let 'em examine my wings. He's been bugging me for weeks." Daisuke sighed and settled his face deeper into Dark's skin, "Well, alright…" and Dark rewarded him with a kiss on his forehead. "Good kid."
Daisuke kissed his tanned neck lightly and felt soft lips against his ear as Dark said, "Are you playing a kissing game with me? Because you know …"
He pressed his lips to the shell of his ear and then moved down his neck, emphasizing each word with a soft peck, "I…always…will…win…" and Daisuke laughed.
Then he came back with, "I…don't…think…so…" as his own lips went up across Dark's neck and under his chin. The phantom snorted, "Oh yeah?" and pushed him down gently onto the couch, placing the laptop on the trunk. "Guess I'll just have to teach you a lesson." He put one arm around Daisuke's back and slid his collar down with the other, going after the exposed, creamy skin. "Nnngh…cheater." The redhead whispered and wriggled as the Kaitou began undoing his shirt buttons one by one, moving his head farther out of Daisuke's reach. "All's fair in love and wa-" He paused as Daisuke suppressed a giggle in response to where his hand was, just underneath his ribs. "Oho, ticklish are we?" Daisuke put his hand up the back of Dark's shirt and grabbed on to the end of his folded wing, searching for Dark's weakness…
"N-No!" Dark dug his fingers in and he squeaked, "Ah!You big stupid thief monkey, sto…" his voice got louder as Dark explored further and finally he couldn't help but start laughing and flushing red. "DARK!AHAHA-!"
Dark suddenly recaptured his mouth and brought his other arm around Daisuke, his fingers twining into Daisuke's cherry locks, and the redhead moaned softly. "Mmmn…" He could feel Dark's weight on his thighs, his long legs on either side of his body pinning him down, dominating him…His body was so warm.
They stayed like that for a while, kissing and mouthing until Daisuke barely even remembered what his mouth tasted like without Dark, until every breath he took in smelled like the thief, until his heartbeat moved from his chest to his stomach and then lower… Dark pulled away from him and took a breath, then leaned close to him so that their cheeks were brushing against each other, and when he spoke his voice was strangely husky as he said,
"Daisuke…You wanna come upstairs with me?" and he paused, knowing exactly what that meant.
He could just say no and he knew all of this would stop right here- Dark would never, ever force himself on him.
It was that knowledge, and simply that he wanted to be Dark's in every way possible- he wanted to belong to him, that made him answer softly, excitedly, "Yeah."
They went upstairs giggling and laughing like a pair of drunks, their hands entwined in each other's and barely made it up, Dark pulling the door open with one hand and closing it with his foot. The rest of his body was engaged in something entirely different. When it came to it, inexperienced as Daisuke was, he managed to work it out with Dark with no difficulty at all. Their hands dealt swiftly with the garments keeping them apart, and their lips traced out the soft hidden crevices – and they went from sighs, to murmurs, "Daisuke…" to swift gasps of love and need, both buried in thick purple and black sheets.
The thief made all sorts of lovely groans and Daisuke began to purr, the vibration making his throat hum. He licked and nipped at the wonderful caramel skin, asking in his own way for ...more, squeezing his thumbs into the bases of those black appendages.
His large tanned hands traced pathways across Daisuke's pearly skin, down and over his hips then around and up his back, pressing his palms in and making Daisuke arch and tremble deliciously. Their lips clung and teased until there wasn't a possibility of delay and they came together in an instinctual, sweet urgency. "Dark…"
He moved as the sea moves, strongly, steadily, the fierce tide of his need held in check by the simple fact that he didn't want to hurt him, his love, a canvas of crimson and ivory in his arms.
Daisuke's cheeks were flushed with passion and the soft readiness of his body further inflamed the thief's desire. So at last, he thrust hard and Daisuke rose to meet him, and the two of them trembled and cried out as Dark released himself deep within him, his wings flinging out involuntarily, and the redhead's body responded in arching, aching fulfillment.
After that, they were silent for a moment and stared at each other with a kind of amazement. As Dark panted and, gently of course, removed himself from the redhead Daisuke reached up, his fingers slick with sweat and reassuringly stroked one of his rigid wings, the feathers shimmering and damp, and the phantom was able to relax and pull them close to his body once more. "That…was kinda unexpected. The wing thing, I mean."
Daisuke laughed and it sounded like the soft tinkling of a bell, and as Dark gathered him up to his chest and rolled over onto his side the little fox said,
"Hey…Dark?" His eyes lidded, he simply looked at Daisuke with an expression he had never seen before.
Inside those amethyst orbs, he saw… something so strong it turned the inhuman color molten. "Hmm?" His tail flicked and his ears twitched as he admitted,
"I think…I love you." His new master smiled and it filled Daisuke's heart with happiness. Another kiss was bestowed on his head and Dark answered,
"Yeah, I think I love you too." his slowing heartbeat soothing the boy. Daisuke ran a finger over Dark's collarbones and pectoral muscles, then down one of his ribs, and down his navel...then blushed as he realized where his fingers would have gone next. It had been a little bit of a surprise to learn that purple was in fact his natural color, as he was the same color-everywhere. He went back up to hold his soft, purple head with one hand. "You are so… magnificent. You're a beautiful creature." He smirked and cupped one of his wings around Daisuke's body, "I'm glad you approve of the merchandise, but unfortunately there is a no-return policy on this particular model…" and the redhead said earnestly,
"I would never return you." burying his face and body, his whole self, into Dark.
He felt him chuckle and in a few moments Dark was asleep, his long black primaries barely touching the carpet around the bed.
Daisuke on the other hand stayed awake, still purring but quietly now.
He could feel Dark's magic within him, just as with Krad's but unlike him, he was not repulsed by it- he reveled in it, a tickly sort of heat.
Then he stared out Dark's huge windows into the night sky and thought about all the days and years to come…
Hmm... Does that count as lemon? XD