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Ummmm....yeah. This is a semi-sequel to both "Blurred" and "Shopping," even though those aren't in the same universe ^_^;;;; Actually, it also has stuff from "Dreaming," I think....Eh. It's all fluffy. All of the aforementioned fics are at Offramp.

I saw the sweater that Dark liked so much. It's really soft….and warm….and purple....

Note: God forgive me....

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Complications

by Crysi, who is Amused but not displeased by the volume of shounen ai in the DNAngel fandom

Scenes, memories, imaginings, flashed and flickered through Daisuke's mind, invading his dreams as he slept.

--Hiwatari-kun, slamming Daisuke/Dark against the wall.--

--Hiwatari-kun, catching Daisuke as he fell.--

--Hiwatari-kun, being as gentle with Daisuke as he was rough with Dark.--

--Always trying to watch Hiwatari-kun, but always trying to avoid meeting his too-cold gaze.

--But those were all memories, and recently…recently there were memories that weren't memories.--

--Hiwatari-kun...--

--Hiwatari-kun, all cool reserve lost as he crushed Dark/Daisuke's mouth.--

--Hiwatari-kun, lost in passion as Dark/Daisuke kissed his way down the other boy's chest.--

--But...*Daisuke* never...never...never....--

--And the memories, if that's what they were, faded with dawn.--

Sunlight pooled on the floor and splashed into Daisuke's eyes. He wrinkled his nose and burrowed deeper into the warm cocoon of covers around him. Daisuke settles back against the cehst of the person behind him and sighed as wriy arms wrapped around him. Then it occurred to him that A) he wasn't in his own bed, B) he wasn't in his own house, and C) he was in bed with some unidentified person.

"Wah!" Daisuke flailed his arms and fell onto the floor with a thud.

The occupant of the bed yawned, rubbed his eyes, and leaned over the edge of the bed to look at Daisuke sleepily. "...Niwa-kun....Ohayo. Is He awake yet?"

Daisuke spluttered, "Hi...Hiwatari...kun. I...you...I...oh God...you...I..."

Satoshi sighed and said, "It's not your fault. It really has nothing to do with you. Is He awake yet?"

"I...I'll check." Daisuke reached in his mind for Dark.

/Dark? Oi! You jerk, are you awake yet?/

//Sleepy. Go 'way.//

/WAKE UP AND TALK TO ME!/

//What *is* it?//

/Why am I in Hiwatari-kun's apartment? More importantly, WHY DID I WAKE UP IN HIS BED?/

//Oh *that.*//

There was a pause.

//...Ask him. I'm going back to sleep. Zzzzzzzz....//

/I hate you sometimes.../

Daisuke blinked up at Satoshi. "He said to ask *you*…."

Satoshi smiled. "You should get dressed first."

Daisuke turned several shades of red and purple as he realized he was wearing only pyjama bottoms. His face flared again as he contemplated what the other boy had said. "You....clothes....I...."

"He's left things here, occasionally," came the reply. Satoshi pulled himself out of bed, grabbed some clothes from a closet and handed them to Daisuke.

"....Occasionally? How long...." Daisuke blinked. "Hey! It's Dark's purple sweater…which will be way too big on me."

"It's Sunday, by the way, so you don't have to worry about school."

"..." Daisuke tried not to think about the idea that it might have been a school day. Shaking the thought away, he pulled the purple sweater over his head and decided it was good enough. "So...you were going to, um…explain?"

Satoshi gave Daisuke a look caught between contemplation and gentle amusement. "He's been...visiting me for just over a month. I think he decided that it wasn't something that you needed to know about."

Daisuke gulped and nodded. "But you....I thought that....Well, I guess I knew that you wanted Dark, but he never seemed to like you. I mean, he called you a jerk when he was being *nice*."

Satoshi shifted uncomfortably under Daisuke's earnest gaze. "It's complicated."

A voice in Daisuke's head added, //It's not about *love* Dai-chan, it's about *sex* and...understanding. At least he cares, in your case at least.//

/He…cares? About..../

//A sigh, then: He was right. It's...complicated. He likes you. He doesn't like me. And I don't really like him, all that much. But he *wants * both of us.//

/He's obsessed with *you,* not with me. Wait. He wants *me *?/

//He won't touch you. He likes you too much to touch you.//

/That makes no sense!/

//Like I said....//

/It's complicated, right?/

//....//

Daisuke sighed and met Satoshi's eyes. "Dark says that….that you want both of us, but you like *me* too much to touch me and that you don't *like * each other but that it's about understanding." He frowned slightly. "That makes no *sense. *"

Satoshi patted Daisuke on the head. His eyes were warm. "It makes more sense than you know."

Daisuke shook his head and reached for Dark again.

/Tell me what is going on./

//I've been coming to creepy boy's apartment at night and having sex with him. That's all. I just....fell asleep this time, and didn't go home. //

A flood of images and sensations filled Daisuke's mind. He let out a long breath and nodded slowly as he *remembered * his dreams and recognized the memories as Dark's. He blushed a bright crimson, but forced himself to turn his thoughts to Dark.

/Oh, okay. You *could* have said so./

//....//

/What is it?/

//....You....you're....you're okay with this?//

/Why shouldn't I be?/

//You can't be okay with this. It's not *like* you to be okay with this.//

Daisuke gulped hard and forced the reply, /That you're having casual sex with a guy, or that the casual sex is with Hiwatari-kun?/

//....Yes. Stop that. You sound like me, and it's...wrong.//

/Well....I guess....I've been dreaming it for a while./

A voice in Daisuke's head rang out at the same time as Satoshi's startled, "//You've been dreaming *what* for a while?//"

There was a moment of silence.

Daisuke blinked at Satoshi. "Hiwatari-kun? I didn't know I was talking out loud...."

Satoshi was struggling to maintain his composure. "What have you been dreaming?"

"Oh….I've been dreaming Dark's memories of you....um...." Daisuke blushed slightly again.

The double tones sounded again. "//How much?//"

"....All of it, I think." Silently, he added, /Go *away.* I want to talk to him alone./

//You *do* know that I am *definitely* not ignoring you now, right?//

/Dark, *please.* Just this once./

//Fine. I'll just go to sleep and *let* you make an idiot out of yourself. Zzzzzzzz....//

/How do you *do* that?/

Daisuke took a deep breath and, blushing furiously, grabbed Satoshi's arm. Satoshi stared at him confusedly as Daisuke pulled him in close.

Daisuke said, "He said you *want* me, but you like me too much."

"I....I don't want to ruin you. I *would* ruin you, and I don't want to," Satoshi's head drooped. "You're too *good.*"

"I....I like you Hiwatari-kun."

Satoshi gasped and pulled away from Daisuke, but the boy kept speaking.

"I like you, but it's different than with Risa-chan or Riku-chan, and it's not the same way I feel about Dark-kun or Saehara-kun. I...I didn't think you….you were always so focused on *Dark* and nothing else." Daisuke swallowed hard. "I...."

"I caught you."

Daisuke turned white and backed away from Satoshi. "What!? You…."

Satoshi shook his head and held his hand out. "I didn't mean it that way. You...I can't...I can't arre....and He *knows* it, damn Him."

Daisuke crept back to the other boy slowly. "So....where do I stand?"

Satoshi pulled Daisuke in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "What do you think?"

Dark muttered to Daisuke, //I *think* that you just made our lives even *more* complicated.//

Fin.