"Coffee, soushirei-dono?"

  Satoshi looked up, startled, to find Dark standing in front of him. Somehow, the thief had managed to break into the apartment, alone and unnoticed. Judging by the steaming jug he held, he had also been busy.

  Satoshi's eyes slid from the flask to the Kaitou's face, slowly, taking in every detail. Neither person moved. The thief had on a simple pair of dark pants, and a top that clung like a second skin, highlighting every curve, every muscle. Its dark fabric contrasted with his skin, where it showed at the shoulders and midriff.

  Satoshi wondered why he hadn't noticed Dark's shoulders before, like sweet coffee blended with lots and lots of warm smooth cream. For a moment he wondered what it would be like to run his tongue over those shoulders, to taste that skin. Then he blinked. That was /Dark/ he was thinking about, after all. He looked away, not trusting himself enough to let his eyes rest on the thief. Even if the thief made it /very/ tempting to do so.

  He opened his mouth, prepared to say something, but no words came. After all, what /did/ one say in a situation like this?

  "Or perhaps, you'd prefer tea, Soushirei-dono?"

  Slender fingers, gentle yet strong, tilted his head so they he found himself held by hypnotising red eyes, warm and tinged with just a hint of purple-

  Dark spoke again, his voice a silver thing that resonated through his body, sending tingles of electric excitement through him.
 
  Dark's voice, Dark's lips moving so close to his that he could feel the other's breath on his skin. Satoshi couldn't move, even if he had wanted to.

  "Tea, Hiwatari-kun? Or.."

  "Coffee?"

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  "Did you know that Juliet was only about fourteen when she met Romeo? Fourteen, like us, Niwa-kun."

  Daisuke meeped mentally, and felt his face grow red even as he watched Hiwatari-kun casually suck on the end of a pencil. No, not even as. /Because/ he watched Hiwatari-kun put his lips around the shaft of the instrument, he...

  As his face grew red, he reminded himself that Hiwatari-kun was /not/ prone to giving in to childish impulses such as chewing his pencil. Was Hiwatari-kun actually trying to /seduce/ him? As Daisuke thought further about it, he concluded that Hiwatari-kun wasn't doing.. what he was doing deliberately. After all, why would he try to do something like trying to get a fellow classmate into bed with him while they were studying together? This was Hiwatari-kun, after all.

  "Uh, they were?" He smiled weakly at Hiwatari-kun, then turned his attention to his essay, determined to concentrate. But he couldn't, for several reasons, chief of which was the attractive blue-haired blue-eyed boy behind him. Trying to concentrate, he let his mechanical pencil fall onto the underside of his wrist, leaving a tiny but perceptible wound.

  "Ow!" He cursed. Blood welled up on the smooth pale skin like beads of red on white, leaving him staring blankly at his wrist.

  "You shouldn't just leave an opening unattended like that. You might get lead poisoning."

  "Really? -grk!"

  Daisuke made a sort of choking sound as Hiwatari-kun gently lifted his injured wrist and brought it to his, Hiwatari-kun's lips. The blue-eyed boy didn't suck the wound, exactly- but Daisuke could feel his tongue, warm and soft and wet, gently moving over the wound, and other places, teaching him that with Hiwatari-kun, even the underside of the wrist could be a sensitive spot.

  Daisuke turned several shades darker red, and told Dark strictly that they were /not/ going to transform.

  Hiwatari-kun looked up and let go of Daisuke's hand, very slowly, letting their hands slide against each other for what seemed like an eternity. Daisuke could have sworn that there was a mischievious glint in his eyes.

  Mischievious, but also very evil.

  "R-really?" He managed, after a while.

  "No," The blue-haired boy said cheerfully.

  /Too/ cheerfully. Not for the first time, Daisuke wondered if Hiwatari-kun was trying to seduce him. He could only stare at him in confusion, wondering what to do next.

  "Fourteen," Hiwatari repeated, "When they consummated their marriage."

  He licked his lips.

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  "Ne, Soushirei-dono."

  Satoshi turned to face Dark. "Yes?"

  "I've always wanted to know.. that time at the museum, when you dressed up as a woman.."

  "The museum?" Satoshi said, desperately trying to think of a way, any way out of what he knew would happen. Dark liked him enough as he was- something that he knew very intimately, but the kaitou had never let Satoshi forget the time when he had dressed in the miniskirt.

  "Yes, the museum." Dark moved forward in his seat on the sofa, so that his face was only inches from Satoshi's, and through great effort Satoshi kept from holding his breath, waiting for the bomb which he knew would come.

  "Did you stuff your shirt? You looked like you did."

  Satoshi facefaulted.

  "Your legs were probably all natural, though." Dark mused. "And the pose-"

  Satoshi tried to keep from doing something drastic, like running out of the room to jump into some deep well. He wondered if his cheeks were red yet. In the interests of his dignity, he opted not to say anything.

  "I couldn't see that very clearly though, very unfortunately, since I was handcuffed to some bars at the time. Still, I'll let you handcuff me if you let me see you dress up like that again."

  To hell with dignity and silence. Satoshi decided to give as good as he got. "So you've finally got over your fear of authority?" He said, quietly.

  Dark purred. "Only if it's you in control."

  Somewhere in the back of Dark's mind, a certain teenager was blushing furiously red and protesting loudly. The kaitou listened for a while, then grinned. An evil glint came to his eyes.

  "But Dai-chan here appears to /still/ have a fear of authority- why don't we see if we can help him overcome that, hmm?"

  "Practice?" Satoshi said, trying to sound as solemn as he could.

  "Practice."

  /DAA~ARK!!/

  The kaitou flipped strands of unruly black hair back, nonchalantly. "Authority isn't really something for you to /fear/, Dai-chan," He murmured. "It's just there for you to disrespect, and maybe to twist to your own ends." He paused. "It can be a lot of fun, too. Like the time you get pinned very closely to walls and floors- not close to the wall or floor, I mean."

  Satoshi raised an eyebrow. "You /would/ say that."

  Dark threw up his hands in mock horror. "Hey, you don't see me complaining, and you're not the one on the wrong side of the handcuffs, having to hold still while another person does /things/ to you.."

  Satoshi raised his other eyebrow. "You hold still?"

  "That's because I'm ticklish there, and you always-" Dark paused. "You know, I think Dai-chan's passed out."

  "And it would be entirely your fault for teasing him so much."

  "You helped."

  Satoshi shrugged. Then he said, "I suppose we'll have to think of ways to wake him up, now."

  "And /how/.."

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