Wish for a World (D.N.Angel, Satoshi/Daisuke, #8)
Title: Wish for a World
Author: Zukirin
Pairing: Satoshi/Daisuke
Fandom: D.N.Angel
Theme: #8, Our Own World
Disclaimer: I do not own D.N.Angel.
Warnings: Slight citrus.
Posted to: 30 Kisses
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I watch you unashamedly as you scamper over to the elder of the Harada twins.
You two laugh and link hands with a long-felt familiarity.
A friendship.
A hint of something more, as you blush and bow your head as she pecks you on the cheek.
My blood runs cold in my veins as I watch the two of you play at the game of courtship... A game that requires but two.
A game that does not welcome a third wheel, the one whose desire will forever remain unquenched.
I am regretful to admit that this thirst is not unfamiliar to me.
Instead of your arms surrounding her, I imagine mine wrapping around you. Your thin and lanky frame would feel like metal, hard from years of unwittingly training to be a phantom thief.
But your skin would be smooth and soft to the touch… I know this, for I have touched you before. Not in the manner I desire, but in the manner of a friend. A comrade. I think this with a perceptible trace of resentment.
Your hair would be soft between my fingers. It would feel like the metaphorical perception of a cloud, would it not? I believe this to be so, and I know it in my heart with the wisdom of a thousand-year-old sage. Your hair brushing ever so softly against my jaw as we embrace... Not as friends, but as lovers.
Your eyes... Your eyes are the loveliest part of you, though every inch of you is beautiful, also. Your eyes... They could rival the very stars shining in the midnight sky, the rubies glittering in the tombs of ancient and long-forgotten kings... There are no words to fully describe their magnificence. If I could afford to lose all trace of reason and common sense, it would be because I was drowning in your eyes.
But it is only a dream, a fantasy without the hope of ever coming true.
I smile to myself bitterly. You are too beautiful for me.
But sometimes... Sometimes I dare to imagine what it would have been like. What would have become of us if we allowed ourselves to become an “us”.
In my mind, I create a world that allows the presence of us, and only us. Just two associates, two friends who have finally, at long last, become lovers.
In our own world, I would hold you.
In our own world, I would sing to you.
In our own world, I would be allowed to show you the extent of my love.
In our own world, I would protect you.
In our own world, I would kiss you.
In our own world, I would make love to you.
In our own world... I would be with you always.
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The two lovers stood, limbs entangled like the branches of two trees planted too close to one another. They were united at every point they could manage, from their hair to their legs to their hands to their fingers to their mouths.
Satoshi smiled against Daisuke’s warm lips. His chest quivered with repressed laughter, making his companion tremble with more than simply want. Daisuke pulled back slowly, eyes hazy and clouded with desire and love. “Hm? What’s so funny?” he managed to inquire of his beloved once he found his voice again -- which, when found, was roughened but sweet.
“Nothing.” Satoshi smiled again and pressed his lips to Daisuke’s neck, nipping lightly at the skin. Daisuke arched up into him, hands scrabbling for purchase on the blue-haired boy’s sweater.
“Ah...” Satoshi could not suppress the Cheshire-like grin that was rapidly spreading across his face. To think that only he could bring these sounds from Daisuke’s lips…
“Satoshi...” was heard faintly as he began to lick Daisuke’s neck. His pulse came quicker and his ears became closed to everything. Everything except Daisuke, who moaned and groaned and pleaded and begged...
Satoshi licked a long trail up from the hollow of Daisuke’s neck to his jaw. Then, he breathed hotly onto the smaller boy's neck. “Ah, Satoshi!” Daisuke yelped.
They fell to the ground, their descent cushioned by the long grass that carpeted the meadow. Flowers of varied colors, shapes, and sizes speckled every inch of the ground. No patch was left bare of life. The sun shone gently, warming everything it touched; the clouds roved the sky, steering clear of the golden orb that hovered in the center. The sea of grass and flowers and life and Daisuke’s love was endless…
...For Satoshi wished it so.
Satoshi drew back without warning, gazing into his red-haired angel’s eyes. “Daisuke...”
Daisuke looked perfect, eyes hooded and glazed from lust, love bites dappling the fair skin of his throat. He stayed silent, but his mouth was parted slightly from confusion and awe.
Satoshi caught his breath at the sight, nearly forgetting what he was about to say. But then, he forced apart the cloudy waters of his mind and remembered.
“Daisuke... Aishiteru, my Daisuke.”
Daisuke smiled and lifted his face for another kiss.
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In our own world...