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The Five Sensations - Touch

Soft fingers carded gently though his hair.

An odd feeling, Dark mused as he arched into that simple caress, but not entirely unwelcome.

He had never, in his long centuries of existence, been touched like this. Oh, sure, there had been numerous sensations over the years, but none like this. He had been stabbed by swords

golden eyes stared down at him, face twisted into a mocking grin of savage pleasure as his blood – no not his Daisuke! – flowed freely

plummeted by fists

harsh laughter echoing from the vaulted ceiling as his body exploded in a whirlwind of pain

and been – comforted – by his lover

slow kisses, soft and sensuous. A deep, sure caress that unmade him, leaving him trembling, deliciously helpless before the passionate ministrations raining down upon him

but he had never experienced a touch quite like this.

No one had ever bothered to touch him like this. Not like this. Softly and gently – a simple reminder that yes, I am here. I will always be here.

No price offered. No reward taken.

Dark Mousey – the legendary phantom theif – leaned back into the embrace of his lover, eyes closing as an expression of utter contentment stole over his features.

Before them, the sun descended below the horizon. Shadows quivered in the twilight – thickened, entwined –

And became one.