Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ *Untitled* ❯ Pt.6.1 ( Chapter 6 )

A/N: Let it be known that this is only part 1 of 4 and still in the heavy editing stage. I figured I would post it just to let you all know I was still working on this piece. Although it has taken me awhile to start writing this shit again, I haven't forgotten about it. [My vent story if you will] It is coming slow, but I'll try to update it ever so often. Comments and reasonable critiques are always welcome. Thanks!

One last thing.if I have him mentioned as Kamiya and/or Yagami don't fret too much about it. Just think of it for now that they're both his names *g* I'll go back eventually and make it one or the other, but for now it doesn't really matter. =p

Chapter Warnings: Lime, Masturbation, Demented 'father', Angst.

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*Untitled*

Chapter 6

Part 1

A warm cloud of nicotine enriched smoke slithered almost lazily through slightly parted lips into the humid air of a dank bedroom. Ashes spluttered and stained callused hands and fingers as the lit object burned and fizzled into life with death soon following close behind on flaming carbon. And yet, with all the dangers and warnings of said object, the thrill of inhaling and exhaling the intoxicating little fag, that was set nicely once more between supple yet bruised lips, was clearly shown in the long drawn out breaths and nearly blissful expression on the hard face. Eyes, once normally showing the hardships and tribulations of life, were closed in peaceful lust as the exhilarating introduction of the small yet numerous amounts of tobacco filled his relaxing system. Never once did the man think of the impending doom his small treasures induced into his system. Never once did he ponder a thought to stop his actions, only to wallow in the satisfaction of sweet release on the burning demise in which he called Camel Lights.

Inhaling the delicious vapors in one giant gulp, all the while moaning in gratifying bliss as it seared his lungs and burned along his chest, he unconsciously flicked a nail at the corroding end and watched lazily as the ashes fluttered to the ground in a strangely erotic display that only the poisonous essence could draw forth. Exhaling deeply through his nose, Mr. Kamiya wondered almost drunkenly into his bedrooms' center, dropping precariously various articles of clothing as he went. Shoes flopped harshly to the ground, as he kicked them viciously from his large feet letting them settle against a wall with a loud thump in there wake.

Cursing under his breath, he shook greasy locks of brown hair out of his eyes and maneuvered gracelessly to the rooms' only window once he was only clothed in ugly, worn boxers. Plopping abused elbows on the sill and leaning his chin on open palms, the man gazed obliviously into the nights awakening.

Night cascaded throughout the city; draped on heavy clouds and raindrops silhouetting the aura of the apartment beautifully. Large fingers gently pulled away the curtains from a wet tinged window to glance obliviously at the scene coming to life right in front of him. Sparks of lightning engulfed the sky, crashing to the ground with a loud bang of thunder to complete the dazzling effect. Brilliant blues and purples, pulsing with yellow and white illuminated the square time and time again with the roar of blazing winds, rain pelting across the apartments roof and windows, with clacks of violent thunder making it a magnificent picture to partake in. Yet, to the ignorant man, all sounds and sights were left deaf to the delicious weeps and whimpers of his son in the room next door.

Dropping the curtain in a swallow of moving fabric, and flicking the bud of his cigarette out on the sidewall, Mr. Kamiya dragged his worn and newly aroused body to the safety of his bed. Plopping himself back-first onto the silky sheets, nearly whimpering in the pleasant sensations assaulting his frame, he listened almost dreamily to Taichi's groans of pain and fear coming in louder as the minutes passed.

Urges of primal ecstasy wisped though his being as a sensual, agony filled yelp assaulted his eardrums. Fingers danced unconsciously across bare, heated flesh with each muffled screech the boy gargled making his body quiver in need with deadly lust. Blood surged through his veins like lava as it tantalized his hardening length with vigorous proportions. Whimpering at the sweet contact of rough boxers against his flustered arousal made the heat oh so much hotter and torturing erotic. Nails raked painfully down a newly unclothed skin, sending tiny sparks of pleasure mixed with the hearty pain strait down to his already throbbing need.