Hi! Um... yeah, this is my first D.N.Angel fic, and I'm only writing it because I've only seen one other slave fic and it wasn't DarkDaisuke, so I had to go write one. Warning, some time in here, I'll probably throw a bit of non-con (aka non consensual, aka rape, for all those who don't know) since I've also seen none of that when concerning this pairing. O, what is wrong with all you fic writers, give me non-con, slave fics! Oh well, at the very least, enjoy this one!
Full Summary: At the turn of every year, Dark awards his favorite slave a silk ribbon, which ensures their safety from being sold, harmed, and a number of other privileges. Every year, Krad has earned the honor, but when Daisuke enters the household, Krad encounters unwelcome competition. How far will he take his jealousy of Dark and Daisuke's growing relationship? And how does Satoshi fit into everything?
"Don't touch that." Daisuke's hand immediately flew down from the expensive vase as the pair passed it. The entire mansion was carefully littered with antiques and valuables, none of which had been bought, of course.
"Sorry." The redhead muttered, lowering his gaze back to the floor. It had been only two days since he had been sold to his new, mysterious (not to mention attractive) master. This purple-haired boy was much slimmer and cleaner than his previous capturer. Since Daisuke had been shown to his room, he had spent the time staring at his navy blue walls and doing nothing but relaxing in the oversized bed and staring out the large windows over what seemed to be a great expanse of property.
After a while, Daisuke thought that he had been forgotten about, and toyed with the notion of venturing out of his room to alert the household to his presence. However, he remembered that his previous master had enjoyed his privacy to an extent of being violent if anyone were to interrupt it. Deciding it better to just wait it out, he remained in his room with no company but his own thoughts. Suddenly, a knock had come at his door and when he answered, his new master, whose name he had still failed to learn, said not a word, but walked off. Sensing that he was supposed to follow, he did so and was now confused as to where they were headed.
Just as Daisuke was about to ask their destination, the taller boy stopped outside a door and glanced over his shoulder with a slight smirk, "Here we are."
"Um..?" It didn't look like a special door. As the wooden object was swung open, Daisuke learned that they were standing in the entrance way to a bathroom. It was a rather large, luxurious bathroom with a spacious bathtub, but a bathroom nonetheless.
"Well, you have dirt all over you." The purple-haired owner purred into his slave's ear, "And as much as I like a dirty boy..." He trailed off with a chuckle, leaving the all too non-naive redhead to fear his meaning. The dirt-ridden boy watched as his master made his way over to the large bathtub and turned the water on. Almost immediately, steam rose from the tub and drifted through the air and out the door past Daisuke. The younger boy was drawn into the room by the warmth and unconsciously shut the door behind him.
"What?" he asked, timidly, when the teen simply stared at him, expecting something to happen.
"Generally, when you take a bath, you undress." Came the suggestion, and taking his own advice, Dark stripped himself of his shirt. The ribbon-laced, black article fell to the tiled floor and Daisuke had to force his eyes away from the tanned and toned chest that traveled down to a slim and slender waist.
"It should be illegal to be that attractive." Daisuke decided to himself, gasping as the sly boy snuck up behind him and slowly slipped his shirt from his body. The younger boy's body wasn't nearly as developed as his master's, and it resulted in a slightly pale and tender look as opposed to the sexy, smolderingly tempting skin of the long haired boy. "I can take a bath by myself." He muttered, making sure not to cast his gaze toward his owner for fear that he wouldn't be able to drag his eyes away.
"You can." Dark whispered into his ear, licking behind it and smirking at the small shiver it elicited.
However, Daisuke knew all too well that if a slave and his master ended up naked together, only one thing could possibly happen. And as many times as it had happened, he didn't want it to happen again; not with this one. He silently begged his new master to be different than all the rest, but he felt it was all in vain as the rest of his clothes were dropped to the floor. His eyes fixed themselves on a corner of the bathroom, feeling ashamed and more dirty than any ground could make him. His ember-colored orbs shut as slender fingers ran down his chest and the pressure of the older boy's body weighed down on his back.
Biting his lip hard, Daisuke managed to whimper a small 'stop' before that same hand could travel any lower than his hip bones. "Hm?" Dark murmured into his ear, resting his cheek against the younger one's, "Did you say something, love?" His silky voiced relaxed even the tensest of Daisuke's muscles, but as soon as his hand began its descent, he was alerted once again to its presence.
"I-I..." the redhead stuttered, his heart beat racing. He felt, somehow, like a virgin all over again. Like that hand that was now teasingly tracing small circles on his thigh was the first one ever to touch him. Then, he felt ashamed all over again-- this time because he regretted not having fought harder to save himself for someone special; someone he really trusted with his body. He had butterflies in his stomach, he was nervous, and it felt wonderful. He didn't think he could feel this way again after being used so many times in so many ways. He also noticed, that as close as that hand came to touching him, his master's fingertips never grazed the most sensitive part of his body. He wasn't being violated, it was almost as if the older boy behind him had respect for him.
"You what?" Dark whispered, wrapping his arms around the small waist and pulling Daisuke into a soft embrace, gently kissing down his neck.
The redhead couldn't help the soft moan that came from his throat as it was covered with passionate and sweet lips. He swallowed hard, feeling flushed and faint. Whatever this boy was doing to him, it was wonderful and exhilarating. Keeping true to the noble image Daisuke had of his master in his head, Dark moved from behind the boy and led him over to the bathtub. The younger boy willingly slipped into the steamy water and sighed contently as a washcloth was rubbed slowly over his back. Dark chuckled to himself as the boy dunked his head under the water and came up, his messy hair now drooping to the sides.
After a thorough washing, Daisuke emerged from the now darkened water and was promptly met with the softest, fluffiest towel he'd ever touched. Dark wrapped it around him and pulled him into another embrace. Now no longer afraid of what may happen, the young boy leaned back into his owner and closed his eyes, allowing himself a small smile.
The purple-haired boy chuckled and ruffled the mess of soaking wet hair, "Better?"
Feeling content as a cat curled up by a warm fire, Daisuke couldn't manage anything more than a nod and a sound that could have been another soft sigh. Without a word, Dark left the room and Daisuke blinked, suddenly feeling slightly lonely at the absence. Though he had only been with the boy less than an hour, it seemed as though a part of him had gone missing with the half-naked boy left the room.
Daisuke's thoughts then turned to the fact that the attractive boy had only gone so far as to remove his shirt. "Why didn't he continue?" he wondered, sitting on the edge of the tub, watching the water drain. A small voice in the back of his head hoped that Dark had originally meant to go ahead and strip all the way down and have his way with the younger boy, but when he saw the discomfort on Daisuke's face, thought better and kept his distance, so to speak. Another voice, the voice of reason, told him that such a notion was ridiculous-- if Dark had wanted the boy, the whole innocent-don't-hurt-me act only would have sparked the pervert's resolve. Still, as brutally aware of all the dirty things that went through people's minds as he was, Daisuke could still hope his new master was noble and righteous. That, if the redhead really didn't want him to, he would touch him.
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In his own bedroom, Dark searched through a drawer of clothing to find something suitable for the naked boy in his bathroom. He sighed to himself and shook his head, "So what the hell is wrong with me?" he asked himself as he pulled out a shirt that was a size too small for him. Idly wondering why he still had it, he tossed it onto the bed. Then, losing the inspiration to clothe the young child, he plopped onto the bed next to the shirt, "Normally, I would have just jumped the kid... so why did I stop?" It wasn't the innocent air Daisuke gave off, he was sure of that; if anything, that should have made him more eager to screw the kid. "Maybe I'm sick." He glanced at the shirt, and considered taking no clothes to the boy and jumping him now, but his heart just wasn't in it. A small groan of frustration left his throat as he laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, "Since when the hell haven't I wanted to screw a naked, wet, cute boy?" He was sick, that was all there was to it.
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"Did he forget me?" Daisuke wondered, watching the door with an unusual curiosity. He couldn't wait for his master to return, not really caring if he had clothes or not. He just wanted to be wrapped in his arms again. He shut his eyes, relishing the warmth that he had felt; the closeness that no one else had shown him for such a long time. He sighed, blushing slightly for no apparent reason. He blinked a few times as a sinking realization came over him. A thought that would make it very hard to face his owner again, at least to be near him like he wished: Daisuke had a crush.
Isn't that lovely? Having a crush on your master. And poor Daisuke still doesn't know his name. Well, they might be OOC, I'm sure they are, but... well, hopefully it still works. This is.. I think my second slave fic, and my first kind of wandered away from the whole topic, which this one probably will as well. So, if you don't like the slave fic thing, you might still enjoy this o.o, I hope you do, anyway. Review to let me know if I should continue!