Disclaimer: Don't own DNAngel or any of its characters, but I do own the ideas behind Potent Blood.

This is completely off on its own because it really doesn't deal with much and it's just for fun that this thing exists.

I don't know if you all still remember it, because I certainly don't, but in one of the chapters in Potent Blood, Dark threatened to punish Daisuke for waking him up...? Well here's the punishment...

I've tried to take out as many mistakes as possible, but this hasn't been beta-ed (still lacking a beta) so please forgive any glaring grammatical errors and wonky sentences. -winces-

Note: for those of you who haven’t actually read Potent Blood, it might be best if you did. Explains Daisuke’s inability to talk and so on and so forth... Prevents confusion and whatnot.

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Sweet Victory

Daisuke squirmed nervously on the unmade bed and wondered for the thousandth time how he had gotten himself into a situation like this. It had been weeks, maybe even months, since that incident and he had completely forgotten it had ever happened until Dark suddenly appeared in his room this morning, and proceeded to drag him out of bed and into the other's room.

Being the oblivious person that he was, Daisuke had dropped himself into Dark's bed and ignored the loud swish and bang of drawers opening and closing. He had burrowed under the recently vacated duvet and curled over the residual heat Dark had left behind not too long ago, and he would've dropped too if not for the fact that Dark had ripped away said blanket and informed Daisuke that this was the day of his punishment.

And that was how Daisuke had found himself fidgeting anxiously on Dark's bed, watching as the other youth rummaged through his closet for something 'suitable' – and Daisuke was still trying to figure out what Dark's version of 'suitable' was – to dress his slave in.

That had been half an hour ago and already there were two large piles of clothes in the middle of the room. One pile had been dubbed 'bleh', to which Daisuke assumed the clothes were either too plain or just not humiliating enough, and the other pile was 'hmm'. And the redhead was horrified to say that everything in the 'hmm' pile was either made of material that was so see-through Daisuke didn't know why they bothered, or something so very tight that it might as well be poured on, or was a dressed up version of a dish rag.

'Dark?'

“Hm?”

Daisuke watched with wide eyes as a pair of gold-sequined hot pants landed on top of the 'hmm' pile – oh dear lord he was not getting into that thing even if he was threatened with bodily harm – and swallowed the large lump lodged deep in his throat. You can still run, the little voice in his mind screamed, there's still time for escape!

'Do you actually wear that... stuff?'

“No.” Dark reappeared from behind the open closet door. “Well some of it I wear, but most of it were, shall we say, impulse buys.” A wicked gleam appeared in the other's eyes as he sat himself beside Daisuke. “Aw, don't worry Dai-chan! I won't put you in anything too humiliating.”

Daisuke gulped and pulled the duvet tighter around himself.

Dark cackled in glee and picked up a pair of black leather pants. Daisuke watched warily as Dark scrutinised the pair of pants and sighed with relief when it was abandoned. The search continued and all was as well as could be. But his relief was short-lived, as Dark re-emerged with something that mad Daisuke want to whimper and hide.

The object of terror was also black, also leather, but that was where all the similarities ended. This new pair was tight, very tight. Daisuke wasn't sure if everything – male genitalia, ass, hips, thighs, all the things that made up the bottom half of his body – would fit, but it didn't end there. Oh no, it was far from the end. Daisuke eyed the many zips, chains and straps coming from the pair of pants in morbid fascination. Were they supposed to be there? What were they for? Were they pockets? How the hell did Dark navigate through that?

Distracted by all the dangling bits and pieces, Daisuke yelped silently when his face was hit by the piece of clothing.

“That's for you, Dai-chan!” Dark said a little too enthusiastically, the evil smirk never leaving his face.

Daisuke just stared from Dark to the pants and back to Dark. 'I'm not –'

“You're my slave for the day,” Dark tsked and went back to finding a top to finish the outfit, at least Daisuke hope there was a top to go with this. “You have to wear what I give you.”

Huffing in indignation, Daisuke inspected the pants, trying to figure out just which part went where and how he was going to fit. He was about to open his mouth to ask just how Dark had gotten into this thing without the use of butter and the like when another bit of material was thrown at him. Catching it this time, he was disturbed to find a black sheer top. A tight black sheer sleeveless top to be exact. As if that wasn't bad enough there were three large slashes cut across the front, and Daisuke wondered not for the first time just what the point was. The fabric itself sure hid nothing, adding the slashes was just stupid.

'You were a stripper before you went back to university, weren't you Dark,' Daisuke accused, glaring death at the person who was making his day hell.

Purple eyes widened briefly before Dark burst into laughter and clutched at his stomach. “Dai, just because I like my clothes to accentuate my assets – ” Daisuke shuddered and turned crimson at the slight purr in the other's voice. “ – doesn't mean I'm a stripper or the like.”

“Now.” Daisuke crept away from the advancing Dark. “You.” Eeping in protest, Daisuke tried to grab onto the blankets, but Dark's iron grip on his ankle dragged him off the bed. “Are going to get into that. Or would you like me to help you into it?”

Blood now pounding at the tips of his ears, Daisuke leapt out of the room and made a beeline for the bathroom, making sure to slam the door shut to notify Dark just how dead he was when the day was over.

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No longer having a reason to keep a straight face, Dark threw his head back and howled in laughter. He shook his head in amusement and began to bundle all the clothes back into his closet.

Daisuke should be glad he didn't pick something heinous, Dark mused, looking thoughtfully at the pair of sequined hot pants. He had no idea why he had bought them at the time, but he wouldn't mind seeing the gaudy thing shimmer and sparkle when Daisuke moved. Shrugging the thought aside, he threw the limp piece of cloth to the back of his closet.

Now accessories, and maybe some make-up if Daisuke didn't run off in horror. Dark dug around one of the drawers and drew out an assortment of leather collars, rings, ear-cuffs and other interesting dangly bits that would look good on the redhead, and gingerly placed the small zip-up bag that had his very small collection of make-up. There was only black eye-liner and sparkly-gel stuff that he had left over from the times he used to frequent raves and dance clubs.

Making sure that he had everything that he needed, he wandered to the bathroom and waited patiently outside. There were sounds of shuffling and grunting, and Dark was sure if Daisuke could talk there would be some colourful cursing as well. Dark rapped softly on the door. Everything became quiet.

“You okay in there, Dai-chan? Do you need any help?”

The shuffling resumed. 'No! How the hell did you get into this thing without using oil?'

Truth be told, those pants had never been worn. He'd bought them specifically for this occasion – Dark had taken it upon himself to buy Daisuke a pair of leather pants right after the whole waking up incident. “You're just getting fat.”

'I am not fat! And why isn't there a zip on this?'

“That's because you have to lace up the front,” Dark said patiently, amused as he tried to imagine what Daisuke's expression would look like.

'Lacing?' Silence settled and Dark assumed Daisuke had figured out how to finish putting the pants on. 'Oh my god, Dark! I take it back. You were doing bondage porn movies, weren't you?'

The door swung open and a very red and unamused redhead stepped out. Dark let out a low appreciative whistle. The pants, despite Daisuke's complaints, fit perfectly, clinging at exactly the right places and left nothing to the imagination. The chains and dangling bits of material only made him want to grab a hold of one and yank the boy close. And that was only the pants!

Discovering that his eyes had been lingering on Daisuke's crotch for a little too long – a quick glance up showed just how red Daisuke's face had become, and that only made Dark deliberately drag his gaze slowly up and let his lips lift upwards at the very nicely toned abdomen the top revealed.

Nice, he thought, very nice. He flicked his tongue out playfully lick at his lips – knowing full well that Daisuke was watching his every move – and laughed when said redhead turned a darker shade of crimson. It was always fun to tease the poor boy, but Dark mourned the fact that Daisuke didn't know just how alluring and appealing to the eyes he was. If the slightly stunned and starry-eyed look one of the Harada twins – Riku? – was anything to go by. And of course, he couldn't forget some of looks directed their way when they walk around campus, but they could also be directed at him – modesty was never one of Dark's strong points.

'Dark?'

Daisuke's soft clicking broke the Vampire out of his musings, and he found himself staring at an embarrassed and worried Daisuke. What an odd combination. He guessed he must've stared off into space for a little too long, and really, should Daisuke be concerned about someone who had been looking at him like he was a very delicious piece of steak just a few minutes ago?

“Hm? Sorry Dai-chan, zoned out for a second there.”

Red eyes narrowed in suspicion and Dark took back what he thought. All right, Daisuke wasn't asking out of concern, the teen was asking because he thought Dark was having dirty thoughts about him in that outfit. Not that that was far from the truth...

Putting on his most innocent smile, Dark caught the other's slender wrist and yanked Daisuke out of the bathroom before the redhead could retreat. There was a soundless yelp but he kept pulling anyway.

'I'm not wearing this, Dark!' Daisuke clicks came out fast and panicked as he jerked desperately on his captured limb.

Normally, Dark would've thought it was unfair for him to pit his vampiric strength against a human, but he had to win this no matter what. He wasn't going to let this end before it had truly begun.

“Oh come on, Dai-chan. It's not like I'm asking you to parade up and down the streets.” With that said, he proceeded to drag a protesting and squirming Daisuke back to his room. “You'll just be in the apartment. And there isn't anyone here to see you, other than me of course.” And Hiwatari, Dark added silently.

He wasn't sharing Daisuke with anyone and that meant he would have to think of some way to get the Hunter out of here, but if Dark remembered correctly, Hiwatari had come in looking a little worse for ware. And if luck was with him then he was sure there would be no sign of the unwanted distraction until late in the afternoon.

Grinning manically, Dark quickly shoved Daisuke into his room shut the door before the redhead could make a run for it.

'Dark! I'm not going around in this!' Daisuke attempted to shove Dark out of the way, but to no avail. 'Dark!'

“No can do, Dai-chan,” Dark announced cheerily, planting both his hands onto the redhead's slim waist to stop the other's protest. He tugged gently and Daisuke ended up stumbling into him, his grin turned predatory. “You still owe me, Daisuke,” he purred and nuzzled the crook of a slightly tanned neck.

'D-Dark!'

“Yes Daisuke?” A playful nip on the shell of the ear sent shudders down Daisuke's spine. Oh this was too fun...

'I-I'll cook you whatever you want!'

“Nope.”

'I – ” Daisuke raked his brain for some sort of idea while valiantly trying to ignore whatever Dark was doing to his neck. 'I'll clean you room!'

“Bribes won't work, Daisuke.”

'B-But Dark.' Daisuke resorted to the only thing he knew would have a chance of saving him. Pulling back so he wasn't flush against Dark – he didn't know why he hadn't pulled away before now – he fixed the other with his best and most pathetic googly eyes and jutted his bottom lip out. 'Please, Dark, I don't want to wear this.”

Oh the boy was evil. Truly and utterly evil. Dark stared at the doleful eyes and something in him melted. Yes, Daisuke was good, he thought with a shake of his head, but he was better. “All right, Dai-chan,” he murmured and inwardly smirked when the kicked-puppy look was instantly replaced by a yes-I-win expression. “You don't have to wear that.”

The redhead was instantly out of Dark's arms and bouncing joyously around his room. “You can wear the pair of hot pants instead.”

Daisuke visibly paled. Victory was always so sweet, Dark thought and smiled all the more when the redhead shrank away.

'Dark that's evil! I'm not wearing th –'

“It's either what you're wearing now or the hot pants,” he said in a reasonably tone.

'I'm not wearing anything!' Daisuke gave him a pleading look and shuffled further into the room as he advanced on the teen.

He quirked a brow. “Nothing, Daisuke? Are you sure?”

'T-That's not what I mean!'

“I mean I don't mind that idea at all...”

Dark grinned lecherously and Daisuke sighed in defeat and plopped onto the bed. 'Fine,' Daisuke huffed, folding his arms protectively over his chest. 'I'll wear this.'

“Aw don't look like that Dai-chan.” Grabbing the things he had brought out before, he sauntered over and tipped Daisuke's head back so he could get a good look at the infamous pout. “I said you can wear nothing if you really want.”

'Not funny.'

“I'm not trying to be funny.”

'Still not funny.'

A shrug. “Whatever you say, Dai-chan. Now, make-up!”

Dark cackled at the horrified gape that appeared and pounced.

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– To be continued –

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Author's note: Gees this took ages to write. Hopefully this will keep people happy while I plot out the first chapter of the sequel to Potent Blood: The Gathering.