Killing Me Softly

Disclaimer: I do not own DN Angel in any way whatsoever Please send reviews! They make me happy and inspire me...so does cheesecake, but that's another story entirely. Also this is a Dark/Krad story, so if you don't like, don't read. Flames will be ignored!

Midnight. The shy moon peeked out from the erect and solitary pine trees, hanging low as if its gentle rays wished to caress the chimneys and frolic upon the many rooftops of Tokyo. The sky was bare, cold and starless. The streets were still and silent, except for the distant sound of a barking dog.

The monumental shadow of a young man covered a lonely balcony of an abandoned home that was rumored to be haunted. Nobody believed it, for many thought of the rumor to be an old wives tale. The shadow was black as ebony, just as the leather attire worn by the person flying in the air, passed the stain-glassed windows of the nearby cathedral.

'Hey, I don't always need wings to fly,' Dark thought to himself before opening the Victorian window with a loud creeeak. "Damn, someone might hear me...or see me!" Dark whispered, looking angry with himself more than anyone else.

"Too late, dear Dark." A soft, yet menacing voice cracked the golden silence that embraced Dark when he jumped through the window and shut it without a sound. A pair of thin, strong arms wrapped around Dark's neck and shoulders, tenderly caressing his chin all the way to his burning cheeks. "You are the farthest thing from a silent mouse." The breath of the person whom Dark knew was behind him brushed against the skin of his ear. Dark tried to hold in a small gasp, but two thin and cold fingers slid into his warm mouth, preventing him from closing his mouth.

"K-Krad..." Dark said, licking Krad's fingers as if they were pure chocolate. Only a white and crimson robe of many ribbons hung from Krad's lithe body. The thief got a glimpse of him outlined by a strand of moonlight leaking from the crevice of the window. Beautiful...that was the only word Dark's mind could muster to think of.

Krad moved his free hand from Dark's arm down to his stomach, roaming his hand to and fro to rub teasingly. Dark let out a cry that begged Krad to continue by all means.

"I believe you are enjoying this, my friend," Krad said, gently biting Dark's ear, making him shake with anticipation.

"Y-You are not my friend, Krad!" Dark snapped, trying to break away from the golden-haired angel he secretly yearned for.

"Oh?" Krad giggled mockingly. "You don't like the word "friend"? How about "my angel" or "my love"?" Then Krad slipped his hand under Dark's shirt and began to stroke his stomach so soothingly, like silk. It felt of hot flames, like every vein was pumping lava through the slender thief's body. "You love this, my angel." Dark's breathing became more rapid, much heavier as he tried so hard not to let a moan escape his lips. "Do you want more, my love?"

"Stop it..." Dark said. The feeling in his legs started to give out. "No amount of words can make me succumb to you, Krad."

"I begged to differ," Krad replied quietly. Turning the thief around seductively, Krad captured Dark's lips in a chaste kiss, which electrified both their senses to a radical sensation. Krad licked the thief's lips to gain entrance, and Dark moaned into the soft kiss, letting his defenses go down for once. He felt so good, a feeling only Krad could please. Dark wanted to be in the arms of this lovely being. Who knows? Krad could impress Dark with a few new things in the dark of the night.

"Tell me," Dark said between kiss after flaming kiss, "do you love me?"

"I can show you then you can decide for yourself," Krad smiled, placing a small peck on Dark's nose. Dark could see the dazzling glow of the white-winged angel's eyes, how beautiful they were, shunning out all other brightness in the darkness. Not only were they beautiful, they were clouded by a thickness of trust, lust, and love. Dark needed him, though he would never say anything. Krad knew...he knew without spoken and shared words.

Krad took Dark's hand and kissed it; Dark started to kiss Krad's fingers that held his hand. Bumping foreheads, their noses brushing against one another's; they wanted each other. However, they knew this would be the first and last night they could have each other. Dark realized this first, so he averted his eyes and a sad look crept upon his face, making him look so gorgeous to Krad. He wanted...he needed...him.

Krad rested his head on Dark's exposed shoulder, allowing long locks of gold hair fall onto Dark's lightly tanned skin. The two angels allowed their wings to release, black and white feathers falling around them.

"The hours are wasting," Dark whispered.

"I'll show you how much I love you," Krad said, nibbling on the nape of Dark's neck, making him throw his head back, giving Krad better access to more exposed, virgin skin. "Will you?"

"Yes."

They shared a long gaze. The fading moonlight outlining their smiles as both smashed their mouths together in a deep, passionate kiss. They held each other tightly, making their way to an empty bedroom down the dusty hallway, never letting go of each other even for the slightest second.

TBC...

Yeah, I'm evil letting the chapter end there! But cliff hangers encourage readers to read further, right? Right! If I get plenty of reviews, there will be a mind blowing chapter (If I can write that well), Promise! This was my first lemon fanfic, so be nice !