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                It was him but wasn’t. He was standing there, in front of him, naked, in the reality that the painting had created. Dark stepped towards the false Daisuke and reached a hand out to his face. The boy blushed and turned his face into his hand.

                Starting, Dark jumped back, away from the false Daisuke. Hearing the true Daisuke scream from inside a nearby building, he ran towards it. He turned back once, to see the image shimmering out of existence and smiling softly.

Getting out of the painting was fairly easy after that, though he had to wonder if Daisuke hadn’t seen anything himself inside the painting by the way he kept blushing at Dark until they’d gotten home.

Going up to his room, Daisuke pulled his door shut and locked it behind him. He started stripping his outfit on his way into the attached bathroom until he stood in front of the sink naked. Quietly he looked at himself.

“Dark?  When we were in the painting did you see, um did you? Um, well…”

“Did I see anybody I knew from outside the painting? Why yes, Daisuke, I did. Did you?”

At the return of the boy’s blush Dark smirked.

“That’s quite the blush you’ve got there. Who did you see, Daisuke? Hmm? Tell me.”

“You.” Daisuke said softly.

“Me? Really? Because I saw you.”

“You did?!”

“Yes. What was I wearing when you saw me?” Dark asked slyly. When Daisuke only ducked his head and began stuttering, Dark knew he’d caught the boy. “You were naked and just standing there when I saw you, Daisuke. Was I naked when you saw me? What was I doing?”

“You were, and you..you…”

Dark was pretty sure he knew what the paintings version of himself had done to Daisuke, but it was much more fun to have the boy tell him or show him.

“Show me what I did Daisuke. If you can’t tell me then show me.”

Slowly Daisuke’s right hand began to draw nonsensical patterns along his chest.

Inside his mind Dark copied every one of his actions. When they both came a short while later, it was with the two of them mirroring one another’s actions perfectly, neither really sure if brief moments of black hadn’t been pleasure or them switching places suddenly.