D N Angel is not my story. Don't sue. Please note I only have the first volume, so I'm ignoring probably enormous bits of important Satoshi character information, not willfully, but out of ignorance. >_> Anyway, as this is entirely a PWP yaoi lemon, I doubt it matters that much.

And it is a lemon. With boys screwing each other, or at least, one boy screwing another one like the icy horndog he undoubtedly is, and includes a bit of very mild SM. Very mild.

Comments and crits always appreciated. ^_^

meg
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I know I'm dreaming.

I have him, under my hands, under my body, and his warmth is seeping into me, and he is struggling, not to get away but to come closer, to be closer to me, and I won't allow him. No. I bend closer to him and kiss him, and he gives a great, shuddering gasp, and fights again to be nearer to me.

I'm going to have his warmth, his passion. I can see his eyes, the way they're turning glazed under the emotions running through them, so unlike me, so very unlike, and I wonder if I kiss him more deeply, crush him beneath me, feel him under my hands, under my skin, if some of that warmth will come into me. He tries to say something, and I slip my tongue into his mouth and kiss him deeply, feeling the warmth of his mouth, the silky inner skin of it, the way that his tongue first retreats, and then yields to mine, the way it tangles to my own, the sheer heat of it, like a burning brand against my tongue and mouth.

He is so warm. Hot, burning, alive. I take my mouth from his and bite at his neck, and he moans and tries to arch, but my body is keeping his down. I'm so hard I could take him this very instant, but I still wait. I don't want to take him yet, I want to have more of his passion, want to be sure of his response, want to possess him absolutely, want to make every inch of him, his passion, his body, all of him, completely mine, to make him so he never forgets me. I want to know all of him, and so I hold him down and bite and lick my way down over the soft fabric of his shirt, and bite at the tab of the zipper seperating me from that warmth it hides, and pull it down with my teeth, and I can smell the scent of his skin, the rising of his temperature, a fever I have created.

Yes. Burn for me.

His breath is coming in heaving gasps now, and I raise my head from where I am biting at his skin, licking it, sucking at it, marking it, and I watch without surprise as he changes from Dark to Daisuke to back again, instantly, but with those same eyes. I don't care if Dark is Daisuke, or Daisuke is Dark. I want them both, I want to feel them both, I don't care if they are one or two, I want to possess them. I bend my head again, lap at the hollow in his collarbone, and he moans again and I shift my grip so that one hand is holding both of his above his head, and I slide my other hand into his open shirt and feel the warmth of his skin, and he moans again, his eyes blank with his passion and I am causing it.

I almost feel warm now.

Slowly, slowly, slowly, I part his shirt, I run my hand over the fine, hard muscles of his chest, and slide my hand lower, and he is panting, his muscles so hard now, filled with tension and desire. "I told you," I say, "The only one I want is you." and he moans again, and then my hand is at the waist of his pants, and I pause for a minute, feeling the way that the muscles of his abdomen are flinching, contracting, under my hand.

Very soon now. But still I take my time. My hand joins the other, holding his hands above his head, and I slowly let my weight rest on his body, and his face is possessed by a spasm that closes his eyes and twists it. I can feel him against me, and I smile a little, feeling him as hard as I am, ready. He tries to arch again, but can only twist in my grip, and his hips grind against mine and I have to take a deep breath, so I won't lose control.

Yes. Show your passion, show your fire. Want me as I want you. I pull him up so now I am kneeling on the ground and he is straddling my hips, his face still wild and blank, dazed, and he arches close to me again, and I let him, and then I take one of his hands, and place it on myself, and his eyes open in surprise as he feels me, and the touch of his hot hand against me is almost more than I can bear.

But I endure it, and encourage his hand to explore, and his eyes are so hot now, so blank, so passionate, and I can feel his hand cupping me, and I capture it between my legs and slide my own hand between his legs, feeling how hot he is, how hard, and he can hardly breathe now, except in great heaves of air, and I slide my hand up and then under the band of his pants, and I can finally feel him, and then I bend my head to his neck and bite, and he throws his head back, exposing the line of his throat, and I suck at it, kiss down that line, lap and bite and kiss my way to his Adam's apple and back again, and he is straining against my hand, his hand trying to work its' way out of the grip of my legs, trying to get closer, and I lift my head again and kiss him deeply, plunging my tongue into his mouth. His breath is hot, his tongue almost wrapping itself around mine as I open it wider, as he opens his, and for a minute it seems like we are trying to devour each other.

And then he takes a final, shuddering gasp and his body nearly throws itself away from me, and as I continue to touch him, he shatters beneath my hand and I can feel his hot seed coming from him, all over my hand and spilling like lava over my wrist. And I pull my hand out and lick it, and he sees me, even though his eyes are unfocused, dazed, and he moans again. He tastes good.

And now I lay him on the hard marble floor, and unzip his pants, and I see the white fluid all over him, and I slowly and carefully lick it off, making him clean again, and he can't move, but he moans again and again, and I finally allow myself to unbuckle my belt, and I think that I'm going to wake up any second now, as I pull off my belt and tie it around his hands so he can't touch me, can't inflame me any more than I am --

Am I inflamed? I think I am, I think my breath is coming faster, too, and I look at my hands as I unbutton and unzip my pants, I see that they are still steady. But I feel warm, like something icy inside has begun to melt, and for a moment I feel a vertigo like I was falling, but it passes, and now I calmly position myself and slowly, slowly, I begin to slide into him, and I feel muscles contracting around me and as dazed and sated as he is, he summons up the strength to arch toward me again, and I can finally feel his warmth around me, and I thrust, and he moans, arches again, and I push further and further into him, and he bucks against me and I can feel him becoming hard again against me, and so I stop, wrap my hand around him, and touch him until he gives that gasping sigh again, almost a scream, and I feel his seed against my skin, so hot, so very hot, and it soaks into me, that warmth burning through me. And then I can't help myself, and then his hands have somehow worked free of the belt and dig into my back, and I thrust harder and harder, and it suddenly seems like the ice is melting away, and I can't help it, the ice is melting into water, and then flaming into something, and I thrust one last time as his hands dig into me --

and I am on fire.