Your Borderline

  Kirin could always tell when something was going wrong in Daisuke's head. The desperation would disappear from his touch; the light in his eyes was replaced by nothingness; there was always the telltale pause when he first switched over to his darker half.
  So, of course, Kirin was surprised when he stillgot cornered. He had been washing dishes and talking to Dai rather absentmindedly (there was a stubborn stain on a plate) when he had gotten easily pinned against the counter.
  "It's good to see that even the tactical genius Kirin leaves himself vulnerable at times." Dai's voice whispered against his ear, a foreign purr accenting it. Kirin winced as he was pushed harder against the counter, making his breathing uncomfortably difficult. "It's also heartening to know that you still haven't figured out a way to make me completely dormant. Though, I do begrudgingly applaud the way you did figure that if you snapped him out of it before I could completely take over, he would stay the Dai you love."
  "What's your point?" Kirin growled.
  "I'd keep my tone more pleasant if I were you. It's much harder for you to buck me off than it is for me to simply exterminate you." Dai's tongue flicked at Kirin's ear. "Ne?"
  "Yes." Kirin sighed. "But my question was serious. What is your point?"
  "I've made your poor lover do so many things, and you still haven't stopped me. Is that really because you can't figure it out, or maybe you just don't love him enough to save him." Kirin felt him smirk against his ear. "How tragic, to know less about your own feelings than a psychopathic personality."
  "Shut up. I love him, and I do want to save him from you, you sick freak."
  "Oh, that hurts Kirin, it really does. But remember, mind your harsh words..." He guided Kirin's hand with his own to let it brush across a knife in the murky dishwater. "Your life is on the line. And realize that technically your just insulting him."
  "Yeah, I understand that. Now, what do you want from me?" Kirin kept his words sounding mostly civil, a pang of guilt hitting him.
  "Well, I only come out on impulse when I'm aroused, Kirin dear. Surely you've figured that out? I don't do vengeance or anger, just play with the ones I like. You do this little dance when you wash the dishes... it makes you seem almost cute."
  "You're sick." Kirin flinched as Dai tightened his hand around the blade of the knife.
  "Your tone, Kirin." Dai laughed, and the shorter male felt him shift to rest his chin against his shoulder. Dai lifted the hand to lick the blood away; Kirin bristled.
  "What do you want?" Kirin said slowly, trying to maintain calm.
  "Not sure yet." Daisuke lowered both of Kirin's hands back into the water before lifting his own to the surface. "I want to torture you in someway, be sure of that." He had moved back to the hollow of Kirin's neck, his mouth moving lightly across it as he spoke.
  "No." Kirin wriggled against him as he pushed even closer, which he hadn't thought possible.
  "Yep." Dai murmured, putting pressure on a certain point. Kirin watched as his vision tunneled inward, then went black.

  "Nnnh..." Kirin sat up with difficulty, feeling cold. And naked. Overused. Dirty. Fucked up. And mostly, pissed off. He scanned the room and wasn't all too shocked to find Dai crouched in a corner and shuddering. "Dai..."
  "I'm sorry." His reply was less than a whisper.
  Kirin crept forward on all fours, hugging Dai around the middle tightly. "It wasn't you, you don't have to be."
  Dai sighed, leaning back against Kirin. "But that is me... I just don't realize it."
 
  And when you're up, you're up. And when you're down, you're down. And when you're only halfway up, you're neither up nor down...