|Desire in the Shape of an Angel
Author: DevilintheAngel PM
Dark experiences lust and desire for a white winged angel, but is it love? Or something else? DarkxKradRated: Fiction M - English - Angst - Dark M. & Krad - Chapters: 4 - Words: 11,498 - Reviews: 45 - Favs: 25 - Follows: 28 - Updated: 04-22-06 - Published: 01-06-06 - id: 2739765
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Disclaimer: How could I possibly draw all those cute guys in there? I don't really have that much talent! I think I draw animals better. The characters don't belong to me in this story…except Mitsuwa-san…
Mitsuwa-san: That's true. But even then, I don't belong to you.
Disclaimer: Whatdayamean! I own you! I created you!
Mitsuwa-san: That's also right, but I will never belong to you. Oh Dark…
Dark: (sweatdrop) creepy teacher. Must get away. (runs away)
Mitsuwa-san: Come back! I will give you detention if you don't stop!
Dark: (runs for his life anyways)
Disclaimer: (pissed) Whatever you guys hear, Mitsuwa-san does belong to me. I did make him so he does belong to me. Darn fucking characters….
A/N: Surprise! I'm updating! I'm glad that most of you liked the story!
Ignore my babbling and read on!
Detention. Dark stared at the door apprehensively, scared of the occupant behind it.
This isn't the first time I got detention… Dark pulled open the door to Mitsuwa-sensei's classroom.
It was empty.
He noticed that the windows were closed and the curtains had been pulled over them. The room looked bleak and mysterious which unnerved him a great deal. Dark was not sure if this was the right place. It was as if he had walked into a dungeon instead of a classroom.
Choosing to move, he carefully closed the door behind him, causing the room to darken immeasurably. Blindly, he walked forward, following his instincts and extended his hand, catching on a fabric. Realizing that it was the curtains, he attempted to open it so some light would illuminate the dark classroom when something grabbed his wrist. Alarmed, Dark turned his head, still unable to see.
He felt a small warm breeze beside his right ear, causing him to tense. The hand deftly pulled his arm around his back and held it there, trapping his arm behind him. Dark struggled a little but he was unable to free himself.
Is this Krad?
Whoever it was, he/she started to nibble on Dark's neck which caused him to start snarling. He was not going to allow anyone to touch him without his consent.
The entity seemed to not hear him, or was pretending not to. One hand jerked Dark's chin upwards, while soft lips snuffled along his neck.
Dark felt cold metal on his cheek. Could they be?
His eyes were becoming more adjusted to the darkness. Peering from the corner of his eyes, what he saw made him wrench himself away. His hip crashed into the desk making him bite his lip at the sudden vicious pain.
Mitsuwa-san smirked at him, tugging off his sunglasses. Dark could see that his eyes held a mischievous look, making him sweat slightly.
Dark backed away a little, coming against a chair. He was stunned that it would be his own teacher.
Swallowing nervously, he spoke through dry lips, trying to sound casual, "Hello, Mitsuwa-san! I came here for detention as scheduled. So, what do I do?" It came out way too fast.
Mitsuwa-san ignored him and instead grabbed his shoulders and pushed him onto one of the desks in the classroom.
The amethyst-eyed boy grimaced at the throbbing in his back and at the cold feel of the wooden surface. He struggled to get his teacher off but it didn't work. No matter how hard he tried, Mitsuwa-san somehow managed to trap his legs and arms in a way that he could not budge.
Why is he doing this!
Dark panicked as Mitsuwa-san grabbed his waist and planted him flat on the wood. His eyes widened as Mitsuwa-san straddled his waist and rocked his hips, rubbing himself against him, his member already hard. The handsome teacher let out a small groan at the pleasurable feeling he was getting from the teen below him.
He licked his lips slowly and gave a small peck on the teen's nose, leaving a small wet print.
Dark finally found his voice. "Stop! Why are you doing this to me!"
His teacher still did not pay any attention to him and shoved him off the desk so they both landed hard on the tiled floor, with Mitsuwa-san on top. Dark yelped at the unexpected response. He didn't know how much he could endure and could not understand why he was getting abused. Or was it being raped?
Mitsuwa-san caressed his cheek and tracing his lips, leaned forward and whispered huskily in his ear, "I warned you to just call me Sho didn't I?"
Dark gazed at him, forgetting to struggle. He had never seen this seductive side of his teacher before. Plenty of girls followed him around, why was it him getting screwed?
Suddenly, Mitsuwa-san pushed himself off, leaving Dark in a daze. The teacher sat cross-legged on the tiled floor, burying his face in his hands. Dark, however remained on the desk, barely registering in his mind what happened or what was about to happen.
"I'm so sorry," he apologized, "I can't help but get attracted to you."
Dark's brain clicked and it occurred to him that he should get a move on. He scrambled backwards, knocking several desks over; a domino effect. It didn't help his wounded hip either. His hip started aching and he knew there would be a visible bruise by the end of the day.
He also knew that he would never be able to look at his sensei the same again.
"Mit…Mitsuwa-s…sensei…" Dark stammered.
Completely bewildered he started to get up so he could escape out the door but he noticed the tired look in his teacher's emerald gems. He hesitated, unsure of what to do at the moment. Right now, he felt confused, and disgusted at the same time. Actually, he didn't know what to think.
"Please sit down Dark, let me explain," Mitsuwa-san pleaded.
He seized the end of Dark's pants, making him stagger momentarily. Dark tried to kick but it was a little difficult because his leg was still stuck underneath a desk when he had knocked it over.
"What's there to explain! You fuckin' tried to rape me!"
"To put it bluntly, yes," Mitsuwa-san admitted, smiling slightly.
"Why do you always act like everything is a joke!" Dark was incensed.
He tried to pull away but his sensei only gripped tighter, making Dark sway a little. The purple-haired teen caught hold of the corner of the desk, but could not balance properly so he ended up falling on his butt which knocked the breath out of him.
Dark clenched his teeth. Why am I the one who always get hurt?
"Look, I'm sorry Dark. I didn't mean for this to happen. Just give me a chance to explain, alright? Please don't leave."
Dark continued to try to run away for a while but once more the expression on his sensei's face paralyzed him. Sighing for the millionth time that day, he plopped down onto the floor right where he was, close to his teacher was.
"I'll give you five minutes," Dark said unwillingly.
Looking relieved, Mitsuwa-san released him and straightened his back.
"Once again, I apologize for my odd behavior. I guess you want a reason why I was acting so…strange," Mitsuwa-san hesitated then asked, "How long have you been coming here? Three years?"
"Yes," Dark answered shortly.
"I'm not sure if you're ready for this but brace yourself."
"Get on with it damnit!" Dark shouted angrily.
Suddenly, it occurred to him that it was a little funny that after he was just nearly raped by the person in front of him that he would sit in front of that same person. Mitsuwa-san seemed to find it funny too and he started chuckling. Or that's what he thought that his teacher was laughing at.
"I don't think I'll tell you right now. Maybe later...," he crawled forward and kissed a surprised Dark again.
The purple-haired teen pushed away but Mitsuwa-san pounced on him and straddled his waist. Again.
"Mitsuwa-san!" He yelped.
The door slammed open and entering the room was Krad. They all froze, staring at each other in silence for a few minutes. Krad then looked grimly at the pair and marched over to them. Those fierce golden eyes staring at them made Dark's skin crawl. That was not a good sign.
The blond towered over them, arms crossed and eye narrowed to slits. "What is the meaning of this?"
His eyes were gleaming...not with lust this time but with immense hatred. Dark couldn't look away, no matter how hard he tried. He gulped nervously, still in the same position.
Mitsuwa-sensei swallowed nervously and grasping the desk, pulled himself up. He cleared his throat and brushed his shirt free of dust. Dark, however, continued to lie on the floor, staring up at Krad. The blonde leaned down and grabbing his wrist, pulled him up. Dark winced at the tight hold and tried to wrench it free.
And why again, am I the one being grabbed?
"Krad, let go!"
Krad ignored him and narrowed his eyes at Mitsuwa-san, who was straightening his clothes nervously. He fiddled with his shirt and necktie and placed his sunglasses on his nose.
He then smiled warmly at Krad stuttering slightly. "Ah...w..why aren't you at home?"
Dark was still fighting to have his arm relinquished. If another person had Krad grabbing him/her, they would have done the same thing. Besides, it hurt.
"Krad! I said...let...GO!" Dark tugged his arm but Krad still wasn't listening. It was amazing where the angel gets all his strength.
"I decided to wait for him so I could walk him home after detention. What were you doing to him?" Krad's voice was rather calm at this question.
"Dark has detention with...," Mitsuwa-san tried to cover up the truth. Unfortunately, the blonde didn't like his answer.
"Don't you dare fuck with me!" Krad snarled. Releasing Dark's arm, he grabbed Mitsuwa-sensei's shirt, lifting him a little off the ground.
Mitsuwa-san, however, stared at him with equal control that the other had exhibited earlier. He looked him straight in the eyes and gave him a fake smile.
"Let go or I will give you detention, too. You shouldn't be threatening a teacher. Didn't your mother teach you?" A taunt.
Krad punched Mitsuwa-san in the face, enraged, still holding onto his shirt. The sunglasses that were propped on his nose broke and the slivers of glass flew like black rain. Dark gasped and bounding forward, managing to separate the two. Although he didn't like what his teacher did and what the blonde did, he still didn't want anyone getting hurt. Also, he was also thinking that someone might get suspicious if they both walked out of school with black eyes.
"Stop you guys! What the hell is wrong with you!"
Mitsuwa-san pulled off what was left of the sunglasses and brushed the remaining slivers. Blood was running down the side of his face, from the long scratch over his right eyelid and half of his cheek.
"Mitsuwa-sensei! Are you al...aaargh!" Dark had rushed forward to see if his teacher was alright but Krad had grabbed his waist and pulled him back so he was flat against his chest like earlier.
"Krad! Stop fooling around!"
Mitsuwa-san was growling now and his handsome face was distorted with fury. He looked even scarier since blood was running from the scratch. He stepped over a desk towards them, his fists clenched.
"You damn son-of-a-bitch. What is he to you? He's mine!"
Dark was taken aback. What?
"No. You're wrong." Krad bit down onto Dark's neck, hard, spraying blood a little. It splashed onto his face a little so he looked similar to a vampire. "He's mine."
"Krad..." Dark gritted his teeth.
Two guys were fighting over him; one was his teacher and the other was a classmate. This is just wrong.
Mitsuwa-sensei seemed about to speak but he bit his lip and turned, straightening the desks. "Whatever."
Krad hauled Dark outside the classroom and walked quickly with him down the hall. Dark pulled his arm free and stopped right where he was. The blonde spun around on his heel and glanced at him, perplexed. Dark leaned against the wall, watching Krad warily.
"I'm nobody's alright? I don't belong to anyone but myself. Nobody tells me what to do except me!"
Krad was silent. He gave one last look and walked away, brushing Dark's shoulder as he passed. "Suit yourself."
Just like that. There was no exchange of hot words like he expected. Just a simple "leave alone" attitude. Dark could only stare dumbly after Krad. It was not like in the movies where one person gets jealous of another. This was a whole different scene...except when the angel had punched his teacher. But his teacher? A teacher wanting him?
Nothing was making sense anymore.
Yesterday wasn't any better. Emiko had told him to come home early to steal something and he did, barely avoiding the police (it was his first time). He had accidentally stumbled upon a cactus and he still had a few needles stuck here and there. He was still exhausted and hurt from that ordeal and now this? What was he supposed to do with his life! It practically wasn't his anymore!
Why does it have to be me?
It was a good thing that his hip was feeling a little better at least...
A/N: Sorry...it probably was lame but I'll try to write a better chapter next time...so don't judge by this chapter ok? I'm just not up to date on stuff because of too much schoolwork...
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