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skellywagTitle: "Courting the Unfamiliar"
Author: That would be moi
Fandom: D.N.Angel
Pairing: Satoshi/Daisuke
Rating: R
Warning: Spoilers for the end of the series. Only two though. >.>
A/N: Again, this was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mother_satan. Okay, also a bit of a disclaimer. I Don't like how this turned out at all. I experimented with something a little different for the sex scene, and while I'm glad it didn't turn out as so much of a bird's-eye-view sort of thing like everything else I write, I'm still not sure I like how it turned out. Though, I'm not exactly pleased with much of this part, anyway. It seems forced and erratic, at least in my opinon. So feel free to be as critical as you want; I want to know what people think.
He had been the one in control. He had. He couldn’t understand how Satoshi had turned the situation around on him so completely. Of course, the other boy had always been a better thinker than him. He’d been so careful, though. Now he didn’t know what to do or what he wanted. There was the base urge to run, but he also knew it would do him no good. Satoshi would hunt him down and force him to make a decision.
Daisuke hadn’t been able to sleep since that night. Every time he’d found himself drifting off, his dreams had been filled with midnight eyes, dark hair, and his own anguished screams. He’d given up on rest after the first few days, his thoughts better focused on his lack of options.
The worst part, however, was the fact that now that Satoshi had reminded him of his true name, he couldn’t get out of his head the blasphemy he had committed. To take such a name, one that not only didn’t belong to him, but had belonged to someone so intrinsic in his life… Well, thinking back now, he wasn’t sure why he’d done it. Except, at the same time, he knew exactly why he’d done it.
When it had finally sunk in that after so long he was going to be alone again, Daisuke just hadn’t been able to handle it. As happy as he had been to see Black Wings destroyed, part of him had wanted to die with Dark, rather than face the rest of his life without such a constant.
The realization came to the redhead so suddenly that, at first, he couldn’t even make sense of it. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t noticed sooner; perhaps he hadn’t wanted to believe it. No one could replace Dark. Part of him was furious with Satoshi for even suggesting such a thing. The other part of him, the part that was still perfectly rational, however, knew that the other boy had suggested no such thing. The redhead could admit that Satoshi knew him quite well, and even an outsider could have figured out how much Dark had meant to Daisuke with just a fraction of the information the blue-haired boy had.
At the same time, however, Daisuke recognized that Satoshi was trying to offer him a constant in his life that could at least attempt to fill the horrible void that Dark’s absence had left him with. Satoshi had known he would offer an inadequate substitute, and had come anyway, wanting to offer the redhead some type of support.
It was this realization more than anything else, not even the knowledge that some small part of him had wanted it to be Satoshi all along, which brought Daisuke to his answer. It had taken nearly a week, but Daisuke knew what he wanted. He smiled to himself softly as he sat in an armchair in Satoshi’s darkened apartment, awaiting the other boy’s return. A ghost of his former appearance had returned to his expression, and even in the shadows he looked much younger than he had a week ago.
He could tell the instant Satoshi realized that he wasn’t alone; there was a certain tenseness in the boy’s shoulders that hadn’t been there a moment before. “Still hiding in the dark, Daisuke?” came the smooth, slightly nasal tone.
The redhead simply ignored the pointed barb; he k new how Satoshi truly felt, after all. “Not hiding,” he replied, his smile clear in his voice. “I was waiting for you. I wanted to start over, and I thought it would be fitting to do so like this, repeat our last meeting the way it should have gone.” All of those words had been filler; only two had had any significance, and Daisuke knew Satoshi had picked up on them from the way his shoulders had sagged, as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from them.
Bags of groceries hit the floor again, but this time it was Satoshi crossing the distance between them, pinning the redhead to the back of the chair he was sitting in and practically crawling into Daisuke’s lap as though he were the vulnerable one.
At the same time, Daisuke couldn’t really say he minded. As much as a small part of him wanted to be babied, the more mature part recognized that that might not be what he needed. Satoshi had certainly realized that. Now, more than ever, he needed to be treated like an equal: someone who could be vulnerable enough to depend upon Satoshi, while simultaneously being someone strong enough to be depended on.
He wrapped his arms around Satoshi’s waist, settling them there lightly, a reassuring weight. Daisuke had been about to speak when he felt the slight shudders from the blue-haired boy. He held his friend even tighter, feeling infinitely guilty for what he’d done.
“How long?” he asked softly, trailing his fingers up Satoshi’s spine to caress through pale blue corn silk. “How long have you been keeping this locked away? How long have you been pretending to be the strong one?”
“Since you left,” came the hoarse reply. “Since before you left, really, but you know that story. I nearly broke down when you disappeared, except that I had to keep it together, because otherwise how could I be expected to find you?”
Daisuke couldn’t help but feel guiltier. “I’m glad you didn’t,” he murmured quietly. “What on earth would I have done without you?” Not to mention, of course, that it felt intrinsically wrong to even try to imagine proud, strong Satoshi broken. Especially because of him. The redhead blinked in stark realization, pulling his head back enough that he could stare into the other boy’s eyes through the darkness, their depths somewhat glassy. “You didn’t know what to do without me,” he whispered in shock.
Before Satoshi could even formulate a response, Daisuke had leaned in, pressing their mouths together warmly. There was nothing demanding about the kiss, but neither was Daisuke asking permission; he knew instinctively that he had it. The kiss was firm and reassuring, no tongue to speak of, just slowly moving lips and the hint of mingled breaths. It was everything and it was nothing, and when Daisuke finally broke away, all that was left was a faint tingle on his lips.
The redhead nudged the other boy to his feet and Satoshi silently led him through the darkened apartment to the bedroom. If it had been anyone else, he would have objected to moving so quickly. This was Satoshi, though. They had been possessed together, they had been rivals and friends simultaneously, and had nearly died together. Sharing another level of intimacy just didn’t seem as large a step in comparison.
Even in a setting more intense by default, when they came together again, neither was any more erratic than they had been. Their kisses were a warm and slow-building passion. Tongues entwined, not violent or warlike in the slightest; the time for that had passed years ago, and they were no longer enemies.
The kisses they shared were a gentle mating the likes of which have no place between enemies or friends, and in the process their clothes seemed almost to melt away, as if even inanimate objects knew there was no place for any barrier, physical or emotional, between the pair.
Their movements still weren’t rushed even when they hit the bed. Satoshi’s touches were nearly reverent as his fingers brushed along Daisuke’s body, and the redhead could not have been more receptive to those sensations, chest and hips arching to encourage the light friction.
Slow exploration; that was the key. Satoshi found each and every sensitive patch on Daisuke’s body, until the redhead was writhing, convinced no one would ever know him so completely as the blue-haired boy did, and also convinced he didn’t want anyone else to.
Even when the more innocent touches gave way to ones that would be considered indecent outside the bedroom, neither boy’s movements so much as faltered or fumbled. Between two people, two bodies, made for one another, there was no place for awkwardness; it simply did not exist. There was hesitation as Satoshi slid into the redhead’s body, a moment of complete disorientation, but a moment later it was replaced by reassurance and what seemed a chorus of soft pants echoing through the room.
Daisuke reached up, running his fingers through sweat-slicked hair and clenching slightly in it as he listened to and felt Satoshi’s still-heavy breathing against his chest. He knew now that this was what he needed more than ever.
What he’d needed hadn’t been perfection. It wasn’t possible to find perfection in a person outside one’s body. The only perfect match for a soul that could possibly exist had to exist as a part of the initial one. They were too alike to exist in separate bodies.
Satoshi wasn’t his other half; couldn’t be, but that was just fine. No, it was better than fine. In its own way, the situation was perfect, and besides…Dark wouldn’t have wanted him chasing ghosts, anyway.
~Fin.
Author: That would be moi
Fandom: D.N.Angel
Pairing: Satoshi/Daisuke
Rating: R
Warning: Spoilers for the end of the series. Only two though. >.>
A/N: Again, this was written for
mother_satan. Okay, also a bit of a disclaimer. I Don't like how this turned out at all. I experimented with something a little different for the sex scene, and while I'm glad it didn't turn out as so much of a bird's-eye-view sort of thing like everything else I write, I'm still not sure I like how it turned out. Though, I'm not exactly pleased with much of this part, anyway. It seems forced and erratic, at least in my opinon. So feel free to be as critical as you want; I want to know what people think.He had been the one in control. He had. He couldn’t understand how Satoshi had turned the situation around on him so completely. Of course, the other boy had always been a better thinker than him. He’d been so careful, though. Now he didn’t know what to do or what he wanted. There was the base urge to run, but he also knew it would do him no good. Satoshi would hunt him down and force him to make a decision.
Daisuke hadn’t been able to sleep since that night. Every time he’d found himself drifting off, his dreams had been filled with midnight eyes, dark hair, and his own anguished screams. He’d given up on rest after the first few days, his thoughts better focused on his lack of options.
The worst part, however, was the fact that now that Satoshi had reminded him of his true name, he couldn’t get out of his head the blasphemy he had committed. To take such a name, one that not only didn’t belong to him, but had belonged to someone so intrinsic in his life… Well, thinking back now, he wasn’t sure why he’d done it. Except, at the same time, he knew exactly why he’d done it.
When it had finally sunk in that after so long he was going to be alone again, Daisuke just hadn’t been able to handle it. As happy as he had been to see Black Wings destroyed, part of him had wanted to die with Dark, rather than face the rest of his life without such a constant.
The realization came to the redhead so suddenly that, at first, he couldn’t even make sense of it. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t noticed sooner; perhaps he hadn’t wanted to believe it. No one could replace Dark. Part of him was furious with Satoshi for even suggesting such a thing. The other part of him, the part that was still perfectly rational, however, knew that the other boy had suggested no such thing. The redhead could admit that Satoshi knew him quite well, and even an outsider could have figured out how much Dark had meant to Daisuke with just a fraction of the information the blue-haired boy had.
At the same time, however, Daisuke recognized that Satoshi was trying to offer him a constant in his life that could at least attempt to fill the horrible void that Dark’s absence had left him with. Satoshi had known he would offer an inadequate substitute, and had come anyway, wanting to offer the redhead some type of support.
It was this realization more than anything else, not even the knowledge that some small part of him had wanted it to be Satoshi all along, which brought Daisuke to his answer. It had taken nearly a week, but Daisuke knew what he wanted. He smiled to himself softly as he sat in an armchair in Satoshi’s darkened apartment, awaiting the other boy’s return. A ghost of his former appearance had returned to his expression, and even in the shadows he looked much younger than he had a week ago.
He could tell the instant Satoshi realized that he wasn’t alone; there was a certain tenseness in the boy’s shoulders that hadn’t been there a moment before. “Still hiding in the dark, Daisuke?” came the smooth, slightly nasal tone.
The redhead simply ignored the pointed barb; he k new how Satoshi truly felt, after all. “Not hiding,” he replied, his smile clear in his voice. “I was waiting for you. I wanted to start over, and I thought it would be fitting to do so like this, repeat our last meeting the way it should have gone.” All of those words had been filler; only two had had any significance, and Daisuke knew Satoshi had picked up on them from the way his shoulders had sagged, as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from them.
Bags of groceries hit the floor again, but this time it was Satoshi crossing the distance between them, pinning the redhead to the back of the chair he was sitting in and practically crawling into Daisuke’s lap as though he were the vulnerable one.
At the same time, Daisuke couldn’t really say he minded. As much as a small part of him wanted to be babied, the more mature part recognized that that might not be what he needed. Satoshi had certainly realized that. Now, more than ever, he needed to be treated like an equal: someone who could be vulnerable enough to depend upon Satoshi, while simultaneously being someone strong enough to be depended on.
He wrapped his arms around Satoshi’s waist, settling them there lightly, a reassuring weight. Daisuke had been about to speak when he felt the slight shudders from the blue-haired boy. He held his friend even tighter, feeling infinitely guilty for what he’d done.
“How long?” he asked softly, trailing his fingers up Satoshi’s spine to caress through pale blue corn silk. “How long have you been keeping this locked away? How long have you been pretending to be the strong one?”
“Since you left,” came the hoarse reply. “Since before you left, really, but you know that story. I nearly broke down when you disappeared, except that I had to keep it together, because otherwise how could I be expected to find you?”
Daisuke couldn’t help but feel guiltier. “I’m glad you didn’t,” he murmured quietly. “What on earth would I have done without you?” Not to mention, of course, that it felt intrinsically wrong to even try to imagine proud, strong Satoshi broken. Especially because of him. The redhead blinked in stark realization, pulling his head back enough that he could stare into the other boy’s eyes through the darkness, their depths somewhat glassy. “You didn’t know what to do without me,” he whispered in shock.
Before Satoshi could even formulate a response, Daisuke had leaned in, pressing their mouths together warmly. There was nothing demanding about the kiss, but neither was Daisuke asking permission; he knew instinctively that he had it. The kiss was firm and reassuring, no tongue to speak of, just slowly moving lips and the hint of mingled breaths. It was everything and it was nothing, and when Daisuke finally broke away, all that was left was a faint tingle on his lips.
The redhead nudged the other boy to his feet and Satoshi silently led him through the darkened apartment to the bedroom. If it had been anyone else, he would have objected to moving so quickly. This was Satoshi, though. They had been possessed together, they had been rivals and friends simultaneously, and had nearly died together. Sharing another level of intimacy just didn’t seem as large a step in comparison.
Even in a setting more intense by default, when they came together again, neither was any more erratic than they had been. Their kisses were a warm and slow-building passion. Tongues entwined, not violent or warlike in the slightest; the time for that had passed years ago, and they were no longer enemies.
The kisses they shared were a gentle mating the likes of which have no place between enemies or friends, and in the process their clothes seemed almost to melt away, as if even inanimate objects knew there was no place for any barrier, physical or emotional, between the pair.
Their movements still weren’t rushed even when they hit the bed. Satoshi’s touches were nearly reverent as his fingers brushed along Daisuke’s body, and the redhead could not have been more receptive to those sensations, chest and hips arching to encourage the light friction.
Slow exploration; that was the key. Satoshi found each and every sensitive patch on Daisuke’s body, until the redhead was writhing, convinced no one would ever know him so completely as the blue-haired boy did, and also convinced he didn’t want anyone else to.
Even when the more innocent touches gave way to ones that would be considered indecent outside the bedroom, neither boy’s movements so much as faltered or fumbled. Between two people, two bodies, made for one another, there was no place for awkwardness; it simply did not exist. There was hesitation as Satoshi slid into the redhead’s body, a moment of complete disorientation, but a moment later it was replaced by reassurance and what seemed a chorus of soft pants echoing through the room.
Daisuke reached up, running his fingers through sweat-slicked hair and clenching slightly in it as he listened to and felt Satoshi’s still-heavy breathing against his chest. He knew now that this was what he needed more than ever.
What he’d needed hadn’t been perfection. It wasn’t possible to find perfection in a person outside one’s body. The only perfect match for a soul that could possibly exist had to exist as a part of the initial one. They were too alike to exist in separate bodies.
Satoshi wasn’t his other half; couldn’t be, but that was just fine. No, it was better than fine. In its own way, the situation was perfect, and besides…Dark wouldn’t have wanted him chasing ghosts, anyway.
~Fin.
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on 2005-07-10 05:50 pm (UTC)...O_o...
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on 2005-07-10 06:12 pm (UTC)However. I am SoooOOOOOOoooo glad that you liked this. *grin*