Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Bedshaped ❯ Part I ( Chapter 2 )

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Tommy: Disclaimer--If *WE* owned Digimon, you could be damn sure that *these* would have been the filler episodes.

Me: Unfortunately, they'd probably have to air on the Playboy Channel, seeing as not even AdultSwim plays this stuff…damn...

Tommy: Ecchi…

 

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Bedshaped

Part II

 

“I wanted freedom

bound and restricted”

--Bellamy

 

Kouichi reached out and deftly looped his finger under the buckle of Kouji's belt. Pulling his brother close, he leaned in and whispered into his ear. “How about I fuck you into the ground?”

 

Kouji grinned. “How about the mattress?”

 

“Works for me.”

 

Using the belt like a leash, Kouichi pulled Kouji back inside the building, which felt swelteringly hot after their extended visit with the night air. Or maybe it was just their excited state.

 

Opting to take the stairs, rather than the elevator, the twins made their way down to the twenty-fourth floor where they were staying. When they reached the door to the hallway, Kouji reached forward and pulled Kouichi's hips back into him. Kouichi gave a sharp moan before jerking on Kouji's belt.

 

“Can't you wait `till we get back to our room?”

 

“With someone as hot as you walking in front of me? Hardly.”

 

“Well, I wasn't going to have sex on the roof, much less on the stairway, so you'd better just keep it in your pants until we get back to our room.”

 

Kouji smirked. “Well, I'll try, but you know how big it gets.”

 

Kouichi tried to narrow his eyes at his younger brother, but couldn't contain his grin. “You little hentai,” he said in a husky tone. Turning back to door he made to open it, but then halted.

 

“What's the matter?” Kouji asked.

 

“Look,” his brother replied simply.

 

Kouji angled his head to look out the small window which looked into the hallway. The two of them stared at the figure of Takuya, half-running, half-skipping like a lark, coming down the hallway towards them. Both twins startled, but Takuya didn't even notice their surprised faces staring at him on the other side of the door. His face seemed permanently set in a wide grin and he continued on down to his own room.

 

When he had passed, the twins turned to look at each other.

 

“Well,” Kouichi said, breaking their silence, “I guess we can fairly say that things went well with Bennington-san then, eh?”

 

“Hn. I think it goes without saying.”

 

“Speaking of sayings,” Kouichi began with a smile, “didn't I make a promise?”

 

“Yes, you did, actually. And you'd better make good on it.”

 

Kouichi didn't reply. Instead, he swung open the door and emerged into the air-conditioned hallway, toting Kouji along behind him. There was no sign of Takuya or anyone else for that matter, and the two of them made short time in getting back to their room. Once inside, Kouichi slammed the door shut, then pulled his brother back towards him and gave him a mind-searing kiss.

 

Gasping, Kouji pulled away and grinned. “My bed, or yours?”

 

Kouichi rolled his eyes. That had never been an option, as the two of them had been sharing the same bed ever since arriving in San Francisco. Indeed, even before in Tokyo, the two of them had often shared the same bed while sleeping over at each other's houses.

 

This, however, felt completely different.

 

Kouichi reached forward and began to unbutton the blue shirt his brother was wearing, kissing the feverish skin as it was exposed to the cool air. Kouji moaned loudly, and if he was trying to muffle it, Kouichi couldn't tell.

 

At home, everything had to be done in secret. Only on the rare chance that a parent was out could they become uninhibited, and then they still had a lingering fear at the back of their minds that said parent would return unannounced and far too early.

 

By the time Kouichi had removed Kouji's shirt, his own red one was also gone. Quickly, he reached down and begun to unbuckle his brother's pants, feeling Kouji's hand do the same. He groaned as Kouji began to suck on a collarbone. Stepping away from their pants and boxers, kicking their shoes and socks off at the same time, they were finally naked as jaybirds and fully aroused. The two of them merely took in the pleasant sights of each other.

 

Kouichi sighed admiringly. Kouji was indeed a beautiful person. Over the past few years the both of them had grown taller, and had filled out a little more. They were both still thin, but their bodies were long and slender, befitting those of the gods. Or at least, that's what Kouichi thought of Kouji. Twins though they were, Kouichi doubted he looked *that* good.

 

“Damn, but you look that good,” Kouji said then, echoing Kouichi's thoughts.

 

Kouichi laughed and moved forward. “Now, why are you always complimenting yourself? You know you look the same, or even better.” He pushed his hands against Kouji's hips until the younger twin fell backward on the bed.

 

Kouji grinned as he wrapped his arms around Kouichi's neck as his older brother fell on top of him. “Probably just a *little* better,” he replied, gyrating against Kouichi and making him gasp. “Do you remember…” Kouji continued.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“When we…the first time…”

 

Kouichi smiled. “Yes.”

 

“In that place…”

 

“Oh yeah.”

 

Kouichi grinned outright at the memory of the virtual reality game. It all came back to him in a flood: the castle, his brother, the cold stone floor, the slow and steady, then furiously heart-pounding love-making. It was just a game, but the reality they made of it afterwards was the first of the best nights of Kouichi's life. Well, the first of the best nights, mornings, midnights, and lunch breaks of Kouichi's life.

 

Leaning down, he proceeded to lavish attention on every bit of Kouji's skin. However, he skirted around Kouji's most sensitive spots, causing his brother to shiver with need. Licking at the inside of Kouji's thigh, Kouichi glanced up to catch sight of his brother's face.

 

He looked extremely sexy, bathed in the gold light of the hotel room. Gods, Kouichi could get used to this. It wasn't all that often that they were able to make love in the light, actually, and it was always so much better to Kouichi when he could watch every passing expression and movement on Kouji's face.

 

Especially when he got it into his mind to tease him to death.

 

Returning his attention to his brother's body, Kouichi licked his way up the inside of his thigh and gave one passing drag of his tongue down the length of Kouji's weeping arousal. Kouji moaned in pleasure, but then whimpered when Kouichi's mouth left his arousal to continue up his stomach and chest to his lips.

 

Kouji met the kiss enthusiastically, trying to convey his deep desire to his teasing brother. As they kissed, Kouji brought his hands up and pulled his brother's groin into his own, and he began to move against him, desperately trying to gain any friction he could.

 

“My, my, how impatient we are,” Kouichi said in teasing voice.

 

Kouji didn't answer, however. He reached up and bit Kouichi's neck once more. In Kouichi's highly aroused state, however, Kouji knew it would have the desired affect. It did.

 

Kouichi exhaled sharply and pulled his brother up against him, giving him a bruising kiss, his hands running wildly over Kouji's body, unerringly hitting every tender spot he had. Kouji grinned into the kiss and began to feel around for the small tube of lubrication they had bought in secret at a small store just down the block.

 

Kouichi took the lube from him and grinned down at him. “How do you want it, Kouji?”

 

At this, Kouji merely smiled.

 

Kouichi knew the answer already. In fact, Kouichi was still surprised by the answer, though he never showed it anymore. Being lovers for quite some time now, they had long since discussed what they liked and didn't like, and were still learning new things about each other's bodies all the time.

 

Squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his hand, Kouichi slicked himself well. Then he reached down and put some lube around Kouji's small entrance. Then, because he couldn't help himself, he slide one well-lubed finger inside.

 

“Kouichi,” his brother said in a warning voice.

 

“I can't help it,” Kouichi replied, his pout beginning to come back. “I don't want to hurt you.”

 

Kouji gave a resigned sigh. “Fine, but only one.”

 

Quickly, as to not further irritate his brother, Kouichi lubed and stretched Kouji's tight passage as much as he could under the circumstances. Kouji began to pant heavily and move against Kouichi's finger. Finally, Kouichi knew he had no other choice. Withdrawing his finger, he pressed himself against Kouji.

 

Slowly, but unrelentingly, he pressed inside his younger brother. Kouji moaned in pain, but his lips were stretched in a wanton smile as he felt the searing and wonderful pain of penetration. The moments stretched into an eternity, but finally, Kouichi was fully seated. He paused only briefly before beginning to move slowly.

 

Kouji groaned, but nevertheless urged Kouichi to continue moving. Reaching down between their bodies, Kouichi wrapped his hand around Kouji's somewhat softened arousal. Kouji's eyes were closed in tight concentration, but his brow smoothed when he felt Kouichi's slender fingers touching him.

 

“Ah, gods, yes, Kouichi,” he said softly. “That's it, baby.”

 

Oh, how he loved it when Kouji called him that. The one American word had come to mean so much to him, so much that he wasn't sure how he'd survived without it until Kouji finally picked it up from Takuya.

 

Kouichi continued to move against him, slow and steady, but still hard enough for Kouji to feel him. He held back his own groans at Kouji's tightness. It was almost too much, but who was he to deny his brother's wishes? His desires? His pleasures? Who would dream to do such a thing?

 

Certainly not this brother.

 

Kouichi built up a quick rhythm, until they were moving frantically against each other. He then closed his own eyes, centering every nuance of his being into finding the sweet spot that drove Kouji into delirium with mad pleasure. Finally locating the spot, Kouichi slammed into it relentlessly, while stroking Kouji's arousal with more enthusiasm.

 

“Ah, shit,” Kouji continued in a high-pitched moan. “More, give me more. More. More. More. More!”

 

Kouichi grinned and continued to drive hard into his brother, loving the feel of Kouji's body shaking underneath his at every surge. Kouji let out a veritable melody of moans, gasps and grunts from the onslaught of delightful torture, Kouichi becoming his counterpoint with his own groans and cries.

 

The heat that had steadily grown at their point of joining had been spreading until it engulfed them. Kouichi could feel his hair sticking to his forehead. Glancing down, he watched Kouji's flushed face, he watched the small beads of sweat gather on his skin like the dew of the early morning grass. Leaning over, he quickly swiped his tongue along Kouji's shoulder. Straightening back up to continue his thrusts, Kouichi grinned nastily as he reveled both in the taste of his brother and in the added frequency Kouji's moans took as he felt Kouichi's tongue on him.

 

Kouji loved the sensations he was feeling. Not just any one sensation, but all of them together, all of them bonding to form this one indescribable, unnamable feeling. The burning pain at the beginning. The slightly uncomfortable full feeling. The stinging as he adjusted. The first waves of “something else.” The building pleasure. The incessant thrill as Kouichi hit his prostate. The soaring of his mind. The struggle for breath. The feeling of Kouichi's hands, tongue, lips and teeth on his body, anywhere on his body. The sweat. The sounds of the mattress and bed squeaking. The smells. The FEELING. The Love. He shouted it to the skies. To the ceilings. To the boy above him. The boy, the man, the brother. His brother. His Kouichi.

 

Kouichi fought to breathe as he continued his cadence. Each time he withdrew from Kouji, his body rebelled, crying to be returned to its safe haven, reveling in the warmth found there. Kouji was just too damned hot.

 

Feeling the end upon him, Kouichi reached down and grabbed his brother's slender hips. Fiercely, he gave Kouji the pounding he had promised. The headboard slammed against the wall, a metronome for their song. Kouichi distantly thanked the gods that there were no rooms on the other side of the wall. Kouji gasped and reached between them to pull furiously at his own arousal.

 

“Oh gods, oh gods, Kouji!” Kouichi groaned at the sight. Then closing his eyes tight, Kouichi came with one last hard thrust. His own release came in such a rush that he barely registered Kouji's own. His limbs shook and he finally lost control of them. Exhausted, he collapsed onto his brother.

 

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When Kouichi next opened his eyes, he found that some time had passed, and that he was still inside his brother. Pulling gingerly out, he watched as Kouji's eyes slowly opened. Kouji smiled sleepily at him as Kouichi rested on his elbows to continue watching him. Kouji reached up and pulled at Kouichi's face. Obligingly, Kouichi pushed up a bit to meet his brother's lips.

 

“That was awesome,” Kouji whispered. “Awesome.”

 

Kouichi grinned.

 

“Now get off me, you barbarian. You're heavy.”

 

Kouichi knew it was in jest but he couldn't help blushing anyways. Continuing to grin, Kouichi rolled over until he reached the edge of the bed. Standing up on shaky, well-used muscles, he left briefly only to return with a damp cloth. Carefully and lovingly, he wiped down his brother (who sighed happily and closed his eyes through the tender treatment) and then himself. When he returned a moment later, he found Kouji awake and now under the covers, waiting for him with arms open and inviting. Gratefully, Kouichi slid down under the soft covers and into Kouji's open arms. Instantly, their roles had reversed again. Kouichi snuggled up against Kouji's warm chest, and Kouji held him close, but softly, as if he might break.

 

They lay in silence for some time.

 

Kouichi thought back on everything. The days before he knew about the Digiworld, or Digimon, or his brother. His time with the Digi-destined. The times after that he spent with his brother, both as friends and then as lovers. Their time in San Francisco, the high technology school they were now attending.

 

Then he thought of the future.

 

Kouji and he surely would not be together as much. Right? They would find others. New friends, new lovers. Maybe get married. Have children? It sounded wonderful, to marry and have children. But not together.

 

They were brothers. No, more than that. They were twins. They could not stay together, the world would not allow it, and what made Kouichi think that Kouji wanted to be with him that way? For now, this was their comfort. They had this and only this, and this is what Kouichi would have to accept. He had to.

 

Then he felt Kouji shift underneath him. “What's wrong?” he heard him ask.

 

Kouji never really believed that guff about twins having ESP, or being able to sense each other and crap. At least, not until he *had* a twin. Before, he had felt sort-of half-empty, but thought it was just his nature, as he was quite the loner. After finding Kouichi, he felt complete, and little by little, he came to realize that there *was* something to be said about the bond between twins. So Kouichi's decline in happy mental thoughts at the moment felt like being thrown into cold water.

 

Kouji looked down at his older brother, but Kouichi was stubbornly hiding his face against his chest.

 

“Nothing's wrong,” Kouichi mumbled. “I'm just tired.”

 

“Bullshit, I know something's the matter,” Kouji said. Then more softly, he continued, “'Nii-chan, come on, look at me.”

 

Kouichi glanced up at him, but he just as quickly took his eyes away again. Kouji sighed. He wasn't at all sure what to say. He had never been good at comforting people, just protecting them, but when the one hurting his loved one was the same said loved one, what could he do? He paused in thought.

 

“Kouji…”

 

Kouji became instantly alert at the sound of his name. He watched Kouichi and waited patiently for him to continue. He didn't.

 

The more Kouichi thought about it, the more selfish it seemed to tell Kouji what he had been thinking. He didn't want his brother to feel obligated in any way.

 

Kouji sighed when Kouichi didn't finish. The two of them lay in silence for a moment, and Kouji hovered on a thought. He had been thinking about it for some time now, ever since coming to San Francisco.

 

Suddenly their future, their great launch out into “the Real World,” seemed imminent, and what Kouji feared most wasn't not being accepted to University, or getting a job, or living alone. What he feared most was losing Kouichi. Finally, he took the plunge.

 

“Kouichi,” he began, “I hope you don't think I'm being rude or selfish, and gods, don't hate me, and if you don't like my idea then just say so. Okay? Are you listening to me?”

 

Confused, Kouichi had looked up at his younger brother. What in the world was his `Touto trying to say?

 

Kouji took a breath before continuing. “After we graduate--” (Kouichi held his breath in fear.) “--I want you to move into an apartment with me.”

 

//Huh? What?\\ Kouichi's thoughts said, but he couldn't bring himself to say it aloud. His face must have spoke for him.

 

“You don't have to,” Kouji said quickly. “I mean, I know you don't know where to go to college yet, and I was thinking I'd like to stay here in San Francisco, and I don't want you to go back to Japan and stay there without me. Not that I think you can't take care of yourself, it's just that, I don't want anyone else to have you. Oh gods, that sounds terrible doesn't it? I mean, I'm your brother, you don't want to be with me. We could never get married or have children, or…you can stop me anytime, you know. I just want to be with you. I want you to want to be with me. I love you very much and I don't think I could live without you. If you don't want to live here, I can stay in Japan, or wherever you want. Just--umpgh!”

 

Efficiently silenced, Kouji wrapped his arms around Kouichi's slight waist as Kouichi proceeded to kiss the life out of him.

 

Finally, Kouichi pulled away and sat up. “I love you, Kouji,” he replied, breathlessly. “So much. And would you really want me to live with you?”

 

Kouji followed suit and sat up as well. “Would you really want to live with me?”

 

Kouichi smiled. “More than anything. And if you don't mind, then I don't mind spending the rest of my life with you.”

 

“It might be tough,” Kouji warned. “We'll never be free, and there'd be hell to pay if it got out. Are you sure you want to risk it?”

 

Kouichi leaned over and kissed Kouji soundly. “I love you. These things I've experienced with you are absolutely special to me. I don't *want* to feel these things with anyone else. Just you. And I don't care if it's wrong, or if we have to hide. As long as I'm with you…” Kouichi laughed. “We'll be like those two old guys in that movie about the lions.”

 

“Secondhand Lions?”

 

Kouichi nuzzled into Kouji's neck. “Mmm, something like that.”

 

Kouji grinned. “Right,” he said, “but I don't think those two old guys were sleeping together.”

 

“It was just an example.”

 

Kouji laughed. “Well, now that that's settled, let's celebrate.”

 

Kouichi smiled happily as he allowed Kouji to pull him back down onto the bed.

 

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Author's Note: *Bows* Thank you so much for reading!

Tommy: Hn…

Me: Please leave a review or drop me a line at hakuhaku23@yahoo.com. Your comments are always appreciated! Thank you for reading! We love you!

Tommy: But only if you review, you bunch of sorry—

Me: *Breaks out the Holy Fan* Just ignore him, I said we love you so we love you.

Tommy: *Coma*