Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Chasing God ❯ The One Who Broke You ( Chapter 1 )

Chasing God

By: Vain 3.22.2002 ~ 4.20.2002

This story is for Nemesi-san's KaiSuke / KenSuke contest and is a replacement fic for "Metanoia."

I do not own Daisuke, Ken, Stingmon, Flamedramon, or Digimon. The Walt Disney Corporation-the Dark God of Animation-now holds claim to them. Moreover, I am not making a profit on this.

The poem, Eros Turannos (Tyrannical Love), was written by the great Edwin Arlington Robinson. In reference to the poem, Daisuke would be the "she" while Ken is the "he."

The plot, per usual, is wholly mine.

This story is a DaiKaiser (no, that isn't a typo *steals the term "DaiSer" from Jekka*) and contains naughty language, violence, SHOUNEN-AI, SEX, and a tiny bit of extremely mild BD. There're also some light Sting/Flame overtones. This is a love story, peeps-nothing more and nothing less. Get over it or leave now.

While I like this fic a great deal (*smirks* It's my first Kaiser ficcie. ^___^V), this is a one-shot. THERE WILL NOT BE A SEQUEL TO THIS.

Flamers are morons, but if you really think that it's validating for your self-concept, then flame away, jackasses. Let it never be said that I don't have my humanitarian moments.

As for the real readers, I'm terribly sorry if I disappointed you in discontinuing "Metanoia" (*hides from the Raptor and Meimi* thank those two for making me feel bad enough to crank this out ridiculously fast ^^;;), but this should more than make up for it. ^_^

Also, now that this is finished I will be returning to "These Fine things of Heaven and Earth," "Shattered Emeralds," and "Eidolon Am I." I apologize for making you all wait and I'll hopefully have updates for those all out soon. Thank you for being patient.

Special thanks go to the transcendently impressive Jekka-chan for being kind enough to beta for me. *turns into puppy-Tsuzuki-like-Vain and glomps Jekka* Sankyuuu!!!!

~ Please review and enjoy the fic. ~

[A/N1: Weir: (n) a fence of stake set in a stream for the purpose of fishing or capturing fish; a dam. ]

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"She fears him and will always ask

What fated her to choose him;

She meets in his engaging mask

All reasons to refuse him;

But what she meets and what she fears

Are less than are the downward years

Drawn slowly to the foamless weirs

Of age, were she to lose him."

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Movement One

~ The One Who Broke You ~

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He dipped down lower towards the treetops, enjoying the feel of the wind and the moonlight against his armored body. The buzzing of his long wings was surprisingly low-an almost pleasant humming noise. "Do you think he'll come tonight?"

The human child sitting in his arms grunted non-committally.

"Master?" The digimon looked down at his boy. "You are displeased?"

". . . I don't understand this. I should be angry. I was angry. And now . . . That boy takes far too many liberties. One day he'll go too far."

The insect-type remained silent, allowing his master to mull the problem over in his head.

"Will you tell him?" he prodded after a moment.

The human did not answer him.

The digimon dipped a bit lower, searching for two particular scents. If they didn't come tonight, he wasn't sure what the boy would do. A month ago, there was no way that the human would have allowed this. For him to be at another's beck and call . . . It was preposterous. But he suddenly was-and even stranger, he either didn't notice, or he didn't mind. It was a very subtle change, but it was slowly growing. The child was changing. And it was quite obviously for the better. Now if he could just get him to see that he was changing for the better . . .

The Champion caught the scents he was looking for and sped up a bit. "Well," he tried again, "why do you think you tolerate this?"

The boy made a strange frustrated noise in the back of his throat. "I don't . . . I don't have to tolerate this."

"Then why do you?"

The human sniffed and adjusted his cape in the wind. "Because it amuses me to do so."

It was a dismissal-a clear sign that the conversation was over. The digimon snorted, but wisely said nothing. He may have more leeway with his boy these days, but he wasn't stupid. In love or not, the Digimon Kaiser was still the Kaiser, and the Kaiser was not someone to be toyed with.

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He could feel his eyes on him: at home, when he turned on the TV and the other boy's face was pasted on the screen along with desperate requests for information; in school when he heard those annoying fangirls whispering and bemoaning their loss; in the Digital World, he was there too . . . Watching him . . . In battle he could hear him whispering into his mind . . ."Why, 'Suke?" Even when he was alone here in the dark forest he could feel those cold violet eyes chipping away at him.

The boy sighed into the moist night and ran a hand uselessly through his untamable hair. Spots off moonlight fell on his tanned skin, lighting his rich brown eyes up and giving him a soft glow despite his almost childishly simple khaki shorts and long sleeved tee-shirt outfit. His bomber jacket lay on the grass, unsuited for this weather, but his goggles, goggles given to him in sacred trust by his idol, were still nestled safely in his red-brown hair.

"We can still go back," Flamedramon said gently. "If you want to, we could still leave. I don't think he would be angry at you; he wasn't the last time."

Daisuke shook his head in the darkness and looked strangely pleased. "No. He'd forgive me, I know. He'd forgive me of almost anything, I think."

The armor type frowned at his boy. "Does it bother you?" he asked after a moment.

"What? Not telling the others?"

Flamedramon grunted.

"No. Ken wants me to tell them. He wants me to leave them." The wild-haired boy looked up at him and grinned faintly. He grinned because a simple smile just wasn't his style. "I won't."

"They could catch you. Even though Ken taught you how to hide your digivice, they still could find out. What then?"

"Then I guess they find out and we move on from there."

Flamedramon said nothing and Daisuke returned to scanning the sky.

"They wouldn't understand," he resumed moments later.

"I know." The digimon lifted his head back and inhaled deeply. "They're coming."

Daisuke began to unconsciously straighten his clothes. The buzzing was the first thing they heard, quickly followed by the rustle of leaves as another digimon descended into the foliage. A few moments later a slight shadow emerged from the night closely followed by an enormous one.

The Digimon Kaiser stopped several feet away from Daisuke and stared at him, eyes hidden behind a pair of bulky looking, yellow framed, purple lenses. The ivory-skinned boy was dressed in his typical tight white body suit with blue lines on it that brought out the blue in his spiked indigo hair. A split cape flared dramatically behind him, looking like wings as the yellow edges caught the little moonlight that reached the forest floor. A deceptively tame-looking whip was coiled up and hung at his waist.

The digimon walking behind him, a tall virus type called Stingmon, came to a halt a respectful distance back. The digimon radiated both menace and strong dependability as he towered over his young master. Green body armor covered most of frame, including his face and he had two long, delicate looking antennae springing from his head to fall past his shock of red-orange hair and just below his shoulders. Both the newcomers' faces were expressionless and gave no hint as to what they were thinking. It was a somewhat otherworldly scene and it made the dark-skinned boy feel out of place and underdressed.

"Master?" Stingmon rumbled.

The Kaiser did not look away from Daisuke. "As you will."

The Champion turned to go, but then paused a moment to look back at Flamedramon.

Daisuke grinned broadly at his partner. "Go have fun."

Flamedramon snorted, but said nothing as he followed Stingmon into the darkness. Neither boy gave much thought to where their partners were going. They both knew that they'd be safe and in hearing range and by now they felt as comfortable with leaving their digimon alone together as the digimon did leaving them alone together.

Daisuke licked his lips and stepped forward, but stopped when the Kaiser's voice carried to him. There was no harshness in the other boy's voice, no reproach, only a soft gentleness that caressed Daisuke's ears like velvet and made him flutter inside. This was not the normal voice of a Kaiser or a sadistic tyrant. This was a voice that only Daisuke got to hear. "You didn't come again last night."

Daisuke said nothing.

"You should have emailed me. I was waiting."

The shorter boy shifted guiltily now, uncomfortable with the lack of emotion in the other's voice. Ken only did that when he was upset with Daisuke. "I'm sorry, Ken . . ." he looked at the ground, intimidated by those cold violet eyes. "I . . ."

"If you're going to stop coming," Ken interrupted with a sudden hardness, "then just stop coming." He opened his mouth as though he were going to say more and then stopped himself, his jaw snapping shut with a sharp click.

"I'm not going to stop coming! I-" Daisuke also stopped. He didn't say the word "can't," but they both understood. They couldn't stop coming even if either of them wanted to-and neither of them really wanted to.

Four swift steps brought Daisuke to stand in front of Ken where he threw his arms around the unresponsive boy and held him close. "I'm not going to stop coming," he repeated softly again. Sometimes it was just best to speak to Ken softly. "I wouldn't ever stop coming."

"But you won't tell them." It was not a question and Ken did not relax into Daisuke's embrace like the other boy had hoped he would.

Dai pressed his face into the slope of Ken's neck and inhaled the scent of him. "No."

Ken stiffened up in his arms until it was like hugging marble, but Daisuke just held on tighter.

"I should kill you," the despot said in a tone that would have been conversational if not for the steel in his voice.

"You won't," came the muffled reply.

An unpleasant smile touched Ken's lips and he gently freed his arms so that he could wrap them around Daisuke. "Oh? And why not? You're nothing but passing amusement to me, pet. I could easily find another toy."

The Digidestined laughed outright then, holding the young Kaiser even closer. "Maybe. But you won't."

Ken chuckled too. "You're so confident."

"It's one of my talents."

The Kaiser snorted. "What makes you think I won't kill you or worse if the fancy strikes me?"

Daisuke released him and grinned mischievously. "You mean you still haven't figured it out, genius?"

Ken blinked behind his glasses and Daisuke laughed again at his expression. He reached up and pinched the fierce tyrant's nose and kissed him gently on the lips. He was still grinning when he released Ken and pulled back. "Then I'm not gonna tell you, Ken-chan!"

Before the paler boy could recover, Daisuke plucked his glasses off his nose and ran off into the forest laughing. Ken followed him instantly, unaware of the rare faint smile that brushed his lips.

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Stingmon stopped and leaned his back against a large redwood, a quiet sigh escaping him.

"I really don't know why you let him order you around like that," Flamedramon said quietly.

Stingmon's antennae twitched. "You wouldn't understand."

"Try me." The Armor type crossed his arms over his chest, a considerable feat given the spike-tipped gauntlets that adorned his forearms and covered his hands. "He's your partner, not your master. It's not supposed to be like that."

Stingmon tended to be a fairly quirky digimon anyway, but talking to him about his boy was like talking to a wall of thorns. You just couldn't get through and the more you pushed, the more it hurt you. Flamedramon had been prodding and pesting for over a month for his friend to do something about the Kaiser, but Stingmon wouldn't hear it. "You wouldn't understand," tended to be about as far as the conversation would get.

But Stingmon's laconic responses didn't put him off in the least. After all, if Daisuke could change the Kaiser, then surely it was his duty to work on the Kaiser's right hand mon.

"He's changing."

Flamedramon looked over at Stingmon sharply. To say that the green Champion was overprotective of his master would be an understatement. Flamedramon was the only digimon who could come out of criticizing the Kaiser completely unscathed, as far he knew. This immunity was something of a puzzle for the blue dragon-like digimon because he knew that it had nothing to do with Daisuke or anything Ken had said. The decision was completely Stingmon's prerogative, but how Flamedramon had earned such a high place in the implacably loyal insect's affections was a mystery.

"What do you mean?" he asked the other digimon curiously.

Stingmon shrugged, a tiny lifting of his shoulders. "Ken-chan. He's changing. It's Daisuke. He hasn't been as angry or as cold since he and Daisuke started . . . this. He hasn't even been taking over territory or enslaving digimon at the same speed. He's getting better, I think."

He's getting better. As though he had been sick with a cold or something and was just now coming out of it. Had he been sick? The other children seemed to think he was sick-especially Jyou and Iori-but Daisuke only seemed to think that Ken was wrong, not that there was something wrong with him. And Daisuke -was- his partner and tended to be right about those things . . . Flamedramon frowned. But was there even a distinction?

If he asked Stingmon though, the other digimon would probably just clam up again.

"Have you ever flown?"

Flamedramon blinked and wondered if he had somehow missed something when he'd been lost in thought.

"Not in this form. Why do you ask?"

The virus type pushed himself off the tree and there was a strange "scithck" noise as his long iridescent wings burst from their covering. Flamedramon took a step back, intimidated despite himself. The wings seemed to glow in the faint moonlight.

Before Flamedramon could protest, Stingmon's wings started beating and the other digimon darted behind him and lifted him off the ground.

Flamedramon let loose a very undignified and un-Armor-digivolution-like yelp of dismay as Stingmon held him underneath his arms and dangled him a good three feet off the ground. "Put me down!"

Stingmon laughed, a very rare, very pleasant sound and rose a bit higher. "Relax. I'm not going to drop you; you're actually fairly light."

"That isn't the point," the dragon fumed as he watched the ground get farther and farther away. "This is humiliating." He scowled when he realized that he was actually whining.

"Relax," the insect repeated, sounding even more amused than before. "I just need to stretch my wings. Walking around is terribly dull and it makes me feel heavy."

"Then why did you have to bring me along?"

"Because it would have been rude to just leave you there by yourself and I wanted the company."

Still grumbling, Flamedramon allowed himself to relax and stared in fascination at the tops of the trees. Despite the way he was being dangled like a fishing lure, it wasn't uncomfortable and the night air felt nice. Walking around in Armor form for a long time got tiring sometimes. All things considered, this actually wasn't that bad-not that he'd ever tell Stingmon that.

"What if they need us?"

"Then Ken will call me." Flamedramon could have sworn that he heard Stingmon laughing again. "I can hear Ken no matter where I am in the Digital World. Can't you hear Daisuke?"

The blue digimon blinked and looked down. They had begun making wide circles of the area where they could both feel their partners' presences. "I never had to." The wind blew and he could faintly smell Daisuke and Ken's scents.

After a few moments of silence, Stingmon sighed again. "He's in love with him, you know."

Flamedramon looked up sharply, but Stingmon was staring straight ahead, so all that could be seen was his neck and chin. "What?"

"Ken. He's fallen in love with Daisuke."

Flamedramon looked down at the trees again. "I see."

Nothing else was said after that and Stingmon continued his lazy circles for a good hour or so more.

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Tree limbs snapped as he ran deeper into the woods. It was a hunt. Daisuke knew that Ken loved a good hunt. As he ran it occurred to the goggle-boy to wonder why this was happening, how it was possible that Motomiya Daisuke, the Child of Courage and Friendship was capering in the woods with an admittedly sadistic monster whose greatest pleasures consisted of inflicting pain solely for the sake of pain. For the sake of his pain: a well so deep that sometimes Daisuke would look deep into his blue-violet eyes and almost drown in it. Ken did not share this pain with Dai, nor did Stingmon share it with Flamedramon; it was merely something recognized, acknowledged, and bypassed for more enjoyable pastimes.

Daisuke broke free of the tree line and found himself in a clearing. There was a large, extremely deep fresh water pond in the center of the clearing with a massive rock formation on one side and enormous cedars with purple-black leaves standing guard over the place. It was perfect, wild and pristine at the same time. It was their special place. The Digidestined did not know of it, nor did any digimon past the in-training stage that Daisuke knew of. It was just their spot. It had been here that they had faced off that first night.

Dai had been furious after his humiliation over the Bakemon incident and had come for a "final showdown" between only him and Ken. Only Veemon had accompanied him and, at his furious demands, the Kaiser had sent away his Airdramon so that only he and Wormmon remained. The fight had been a fistfight, knock-down-drag-out style. No holds barred and no digimon permitted to swoop to the rescue.

It was just them and they had both gone at it with everything to prove and everything to lose . . . Until he knocked Ken down and the other boy struck his head on a rock and fell into the lake. Unconscious, Ken's heavy outfit and the multiple gadgets he had built into his uniform drug him down. Daisuke had immediately dove in after him, more afraid than he had thought possible for his enemy, and searched desperately for the boy genius. But it was far too dark for his human eyes and he had no success. Ken probably would have died that night if Wormmon hadn't digivolved and saved him at the eleventh hour. The Digital World would have been safe . . . But things hadn't turned out that way.

Stingmon had hauled Ken out of the water and was so furious that he had nearly attacked Daisuke outright the second he laid his half-dead human on the grass. He would have attacked the boy if the human had not immediately started giving Ken mouth to mouth and held the violet-eyed Kaiser desperately to his chest when he started to cough and sputter.

It had been a strange night. Daisuke had held his mortal enemy to him and rocked him back and forth murmuring nonsense for the longest time; all the while Ken clung to him like a frightened child to its mother. It had been a very strange night . . . And nothing had been the same afterwards.

Daisuke darted over to the rocks to hide. He knew that Ken could find him, but this game wasn't about finding-it was about catching. If Ken caught him, he won the game and got to pick the price . . . or prize. But if Daisuke caught Ken then he could do whatever he wanted to the all-mighty Kaiser: a thought that appealed to him greatly. He had never caught Ken before despite the fact that the other boy was beginning to get noticeably careless.

Daisuke clambered up to the top of the rocks and crouched down low, fully intent on using the shadows to his advantage. A flash of yellow-fringed navy gave the despot away and the brunet grinned triumphantly. Seconds later a shrill war cry burst from the smaller boy's lips and he leapt off the rock, the stolen glasses flashing brightly in his hand. Ken whirled around just in time to get a good look at the wild expression of glee on Dai's face as the wild-haired boy slammed into him, sending them both tumbling to the ground.

The two rolled around for a moment, both smiling and neither ready to yield yet. After Daisuke's hands brushed against him in a particularly nice way, Ken suddenly relaxed and his face smoothed over.

"Mmmmm . . ."

He stilled, allowing his combatant to roll over one more time so that he lay on the grass and Daisuke was sitting on top of him. A pair of laughing brown eyes stared down at him and it occurred to him that Daisuke was suddenly beautiful. Ken smiled. He really had missed this strange bundle of energy that was perched on top of him. And judging by the way his body was reacting he had missed him in more ways than one. First things first, then.

Daisuke grinned. "Dude, you should have seen the look on your face! I thought that you were gonna scream."

"Is that so?" Ken purred as he began to work Daisuke's belt loose.

Oblivious to the Kaiser's roaming hands, the other boy nodded eagerly. "I wish I had a picture of that. That was one in a million! It was like that movie where the guy with that thing on his thumb hit that other guy-did you see that movie? It was the best-"

"Daisuke . . ." It was somehow both a plea and an order and the urgency of it made the goggle boy stop his wild gesticulating and looked back down the slender boy between his legs.

Ken was staring up at him intensely and his pupils were dilated, making his eyes appear unnaturally large. For an instant, Dai was so drawn into those enormous hollows that he forgot himself in them until Ken hitched his hips up, forcing Daisuke to shift slightly and reminding him of their position.

Finally tugging the belt free of the loops, the pale boy began to fight with the zipper of Daisuke's pants. "I missed you . . . last night . . ." Ken murmured between heavy gasps.

He slipped his fingers into Dai's pants and gently brushed against the tanned boy's erection. Daisuke's eyes fluttered shut and he moaned softly, lifting his hips up slightly into those feather light touches. "Cheater," he grumbled half-heartedly. "I won, not you. This was supposed to be-ahhhh!"

The Kaiser smiled ferally at the intense look on his lover's face. "You got distracted," he murmured in a low smoky voice that he knew Daisuke found irresistible. "I was just . . . getting your attention . . ."

Chuckling silently at the strained look on his partner's face, Ken shifted slightly again, this time moving to roll over so that he was on top

Daisuke's eyes snapped open and he suddenly grabbed Ken's wrists and placed them above his head. "Cheater," he repeated. He grinned then, his face assuming what Taichi called his "Daisuke Has A Plan" look. He hadn't really had a chance to really have fun with Ken yet. At least, not like this.

Ken's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Let go of my hands, Daisuke."

"Nope!" his lover declared cheerily. "You were cheating, so now it's my turn to have fun."

Ignoring the increasingly lethal look the Kaiser was leveling at him, the goggle boy reached down to Ken's belt with his free hand and removed his whip. Ken was more than strong enough to break free of Daisuke's hold if he really wanted to, so he was going to need something a bit stronger to keep the dear Kaiser's hands occupied. Humming off tune, he worked the whip around Ken's wrists with one hand.

The Kaiser smirked. "I can easily extricate myself from this whenever it suits me, you know. How long do you think I'll permit you to keep me here?"

Daisuke ignored him and started to sing something under his breath. Ken rolled his eyes; the boy couldn't carry a tune for the life of him, yet he insisted on singing . . . often . . . and normally quite loudly. Looking bored, Ken sighed dramatically. "Not that I mind your kinks, 'Suke, but didn't you insist that we not use the whip?"

"No, I insisted that you wouldn't use it." After tying a clumsy knot in the thick leather, Daisuke sat back and observed his handy-work with a frown. That didn't look very good at all.

Ken sighed again and easily slipped his slender wrists out of the leather knot. He displayed his wrists and made a clucking sound in his throat. "I can show you how to do it the right way if you really want me to . . ." An indigo eyebrow waggled suggestively.

"You're no fun." Daisuke pouted, putting as much of his considerable cuteness into play as he possibly could. It normally worked on Ken, Supreme Ruler of the Digital World or not, but this time the violet-eyed boy was sticking to his guns. "I am not letting you tie me up, Daisuke."

Large crocodile tears shimmered in brown eyes. "But . . . You'll like it. I promise."

"No."

Feeling ingenious, the tanned boy decided to use Ken's dirty trick against him and shifted his hips ever~ so~ slightly~ . . . They both groaned.

Ken's tilted his head back and bit his lip. "That . . . is not going to work on me, 'Suke."

"Mmmm . . . Wanna bet?" Daisuke grinned down at the Kaiser between his legs as he continued to rock back and forth.

The pale boy grabbed onto Daisuke's hips with a growl of frustration and tried to roll over so that he was on top. Dai may have been the smaller of the two, but he was much more solidly built and heavier than the little Kaiser and both gravity and the very . . . interesting . . . things his body was doing prevented the action, leaving him very frustratingly and pleasantly helpless.

After a few more moments of tormenting his lover, Daisuke looked down. "Can I tie you up now?"

"Like . . . hell," Ken groaned. "I am going to make you pay for this, Daisu-ugh!"

Thin sheens of sweat were beginning to cover both their faces and it was becoming unbearably hot. Ken made a very, very strange sound in the back his throat that probably would have been a whimper if he had been anyone else.

"Now?"

"I hate you."

"Uh-huh." Daisuke changed his grinding motion to rough thrusting. "Now?"

The Kaiser hissed in frustration and bucked futilely. His fingernails scraped at the thin fabric of his partner's tee shirt. "'Suke!"

Daisuke's brown eyes danced with delight at the look on Ken's face and he reached down and obligingly tugged the garment off, careful to continue his thrusting motion. The boy underneath him moaned at the feel of the slick skin beneath his hands and Daisuke laughed, a surprisingly predatory sound. Ken's hands slid up his back restlessly and gripped his shoulders to pull him down into a kiss.

The goggle-boy laughed and easily resisted his efforts. "Now?"

Ken groaned.

Still laughing, Daisuke leaned down and kissed his lover passionately. This time when he caught the pale boy's wrists in his hands and raised them above his head he met no resistance. Moving by touch alone, the wild-haired boy swiftly bound Ken's hands together with the whip, this time making sure that the knot was tight. Ken bit his lips so hard that it bled and bucked slightly.

"Mmmmm . . ." Daisuke pulled back and stared him with a decidedly satisfied look on his face. "What to do, what to do?"

Ken stared at him with glazed, unfocused eyes.

"I know!" With a broad grin, Daisuke scooted a bit further down Ken's body and began to undo the deceptively simple looking belt that hid the place where Ken's shirt met the top of his pants. Once the belt was out of the way, he moved further down to tug off the indigo-haired boy's heavy boots.

Ken shook his head to clear it, vaguely aware that his wrists were aching and his hair had somehow fallen out of its trademark spikes. "Dai . . ."

"Just a minute, Ken. Lift your hips up for me."

Feeling somewhat bemused and oddly lightheaded, the Kaiser obeyed and groaned as the air brushed his skin. Some tiny nagging voice told him that this was not at all the way things were supposed to be, but then Daisuke was tugging at his briefs and his hands were touching him in places that no one had ever touched him and-

"Ahhh!"

Something . . . something warm and wet and utterly indescribable brushed over the tip of his penis and his hips jerked up eagerly. He lifted his head and blinked blearily at the top of Daisuke's head. It was somehow getting extremely difficult to think and he had a sudden panicked urge to throw the other boy off him. Something inside him rebelled at this loss of control, despite the fact that he seemed to have forgotten why. "'Suke . . .?"

The boy looked up and frowned at the befuddled look on Ken's face. "Did I do something wrong?"

Ken shook his head. He didn't know what the hell had just happened, but he knew that it certainly hadn't felt wrong.

"Good." Daisuke's head dropped again and suddenly that fantastic feeling wasn't just teasing his tip, but it felt like it was everywhere and all the nerves in his body throbbed along with his arousal.

Daisuke hummed softly and smiled at the soft noises Ken was making. He really didn't have much to go on here except for what Ken had done to him and what he had seen on the Internet, so he was quite pleased that his late night browsing had paid off. After tormenting Ken for a few more minutes, he gave the tip of his lover's penis one last teasing suckle before he settled back on his knees and stared at the boy displayed in front of him.

This was going a lot better than he had thought that it would. Ken was surprisingly passive tonight and although Daisuke didn't know why, he decided that he most definitely liked it. Ken groaned and looked like he was going to start struggling again soon though and it suddenly occurred to Daisuke that he didn't have any lubricant.

He frowned and leaned down over the other boy's face. "Ken, I don't have-"

Ken opened his eyes and they were a strange murky blue color that he had never seen before. "Do it."

Daisuke's eyes widened. "But-"

"Do it," the Kaiser repeated. "I want to feel it all."

"But I'll hurt you . . ."

Ken closed his eyes and arched his hips up in the air. "Daisuke . . ."

He felt like he was on fire was Ken's bare erection grazed his unzipped pants and he immediately pulled back and tugged his shorts and underwear down to his knees. Ken was absolutely gorgeous and Daisuke knew that Ken wanted him to do this but it would hurt him. He needed something, anything at all . . .

He blinked and stared down at Ken's erection. "Perfect . . ."

The brunet began to spit on his hands, a quick temporary fix, before rubbing himself. Once he was satisfied, and his mouth was dry, he gently teased Ken's erection, coaxing out a bit more precum to make the pain a little less. The Kaiser growled in frustration at his ministrations.

"Hush. Just a little more."

Once he was satisfied, he moved one still-wet finger between the Kaiser's legs. Ken immediately closed his legs around Dai's hand.

"Quit fucking around and do it!" he snapped peevishly.

Daisuke stared. "But I have to-"

Ken looked up and his violet eyes narrowed dangerously. The slightly glazed look never left him though and he couldn't quite seem to focus on Daisuke. "'Suke. I want it now."

Dai bit his lip in consternation before ignoring Ken's glare and sliding his finger in anyway. The despot let out a low, deep growl at the intrusion, but he didn't tense up. Encouraged, Dai slowly worked the finger in him for a moment before sliding a second one in. He pressed in deeply this time, searching for the place that would make Ken scream. It didn't take him long to find it.

Ken's back arched slightly and he gasped. "Dai, just . . . Dai!"

The fingers were gently removed and Daisuke leaned down and brushed his lips against Ken's. "Didn't . . . want . . . to hurt you," he gasped. His body shook in expectation.

His lover groaned and lifted his hips, his bound hands jerking helplessly above his head.

The Digidestined pulled Ken's body up into his lap and was gratified when the Kaiser wrapped his legs around his waist. Placing his hands on Ken's hips he smiled apologetically. "If it hurts too much tell me to stop."

Ken's eyes lidded and he seemed to go limp. "Just do it."

Daisuke hesitated for an instant and then nodded. He closed his eyes and slowly pushed forward. Ken arched his back slightly against him, his muscles clamping down, and grunted soundlessly at the invasion, but he didn't pull away and Daisuke didn't stop until he was all the way in.

"Oh, Ken . . ." This was so surprisingly different than being the bottom. To complete his Ken like this and be so much a part of him . . . He wanted to make this incredibly intense feeling last forever, but somehow it wasn't enough-it would never be enough. Is this what Ken feels? he thought distractedly.

"D-Dai . . ." The soft groan broke through the haze that had stolen over him and Daisuke shifted slightly, changing his angle and Ken bit his lip and tossed his head back in a way that made Daisuke whimper softly. He pulled out and thrust forward again, needing to hear Ken cry out again. He repeated the motion, sheathing his entire length in the boy beneath him again and again, but was frustrated by the Kaiser's stubborn silence.

The other boy's hands clutched desperately at the grass above his head, tearing the dirt. His lips parted, but he made no noise.

Daisuke whimpered as he pushed forward. "Ken . . ."

Feeling himself come close to climax, he increased the rhythm and reached down and wrapped his hand around Ken's erection. The boy cried out softly as he began to stroke him, encouraging him to speed up. "Harder . . ."

He couldn't move fast enough and every thrust seemed to jar his entire body. He was co close to the release he craved. The explosion that would make his whole body melt and his mind go numb and Ken was absolutely writhing beneath him. His hand tightened and he felt Ken swell slightly in his grip. So close . . . so very, very close . . . How did Ken do this for so long?

Ken back arched and he groaned. Something inside of him seemed to explode-a silent burst of light behind his eyelids-as he climaxed, his muscles tightening around Daisuke to an impossible degree, making his lover whimper and shudder. Seconds later, Daisuke followed him into and he opened his mouth soundlessly as the warmth of the other boy's release filled him.

He didn't even feel it when Daisuke pulled out of him and unbound his hands. He tingled and his brain seemed to have turned to sludge. Ken's eyes closed heavily. That had been . . . different. They refused to open again.

Daisuke closed his eyes and snuggled up to Ken. "Mmmm . . . that was nice."

The pale boy grunted and wrapped an arm around Daisuke, pulling him closer.

"Hey, Ken-chan?" There was no reply. "Ken?" Dai raised his head and looked at his lover. Ken's eyes were closed, but Daisuke wasn't sure if he was asleep yet. Sometimes the boy liked to pretend he was asleep; why, Dai didn't know. It wasn't worth disturbing him, though.

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He was drifting in a soft haze, his body floating in a way that shouldn't have been possible. He was not asleep, but he was not awake either and where ever he was was somewhere so much better than awake or asleep. There was no decision here, nothing to pull him in so many directions at once . . . There were no nightmares here either. There was nothing but endless gray. He floated there for a small eternity, wanting nothing more than to sleep forever, but something was pulling at him-a tugging, a pain in his head that ran to the very center of his being. And that pain, he knew, would never be denied.

Ken opened blearily eyes and groaned. His head ached fiercely and he felt sticky and dirty. And hot. He twisted slightly, realizing that his arm was tucked under Daisuke's sleeping frame and the other boy was sprawled across him in a rather uncomfortable position. The indigo-haired boy was naked from the waist down and his tight blue and white shirt had been bunched up under his arms. Daisuke was shirtless but he still wore his pants and underwear rumpled and tangled about his ankles. His sneakers were still on and neatly laced.

How they had managed to sleep like this was beyond Ken, but Daisuke started to snore and the more Ken's head cleared up, the more disgusting he felt. The Emperor scowled slightly and began to gently rearrange Daisuke so that he could move. There was a painful crick in the back of his neck and he couldn't seem to clearly remember what all had occurred earlier. He didn't feel at all like himself.

He sat up and immediately grimaced at the unaccustomed stickiness on his stomach. Oh . . . Now I remember.

He looked down at Daisuke and frowned. That most certainly was -not- the way he had intended for the night to go. He had intended on reaming Daisuke out for making him wait. He had intended to call this entire thing to a halt. He had intended . . . to . . . to . . . The longer he stared at Daisuke the harder it was to remember exactly what he had intended to do or why and he was suddenly very tempted to just lay back down and go back to sleep. And his neck really, really hurt.

The Kaiser released a long hissing breath and wiggled away from his partner. Daisuke snorted softly in his sleep.

A sharp pain moved through his lower body and Ken started to curse. Where the hell had that boy put his clothes? A few moments of mucking about in the thin silver moonlight were rewarded with a pair of heavy black boots, white socks and briefs, and spandex pants. He knelt at the edge of the lake and washed himself off before pulling his clothes back on. They felt moist and dirty.

He was annoyed. He was more than annoyed-he was furious. He wasn't sure why, but the feeling just kept growing and couldn't find his glasses. He had had those glasses since before he had put up his first control spire. They were the first part of his uniform that he had designed and they were his favorite part. They made him look older and sophisticated and Daisuke had taken them and now he couldn't find them and-

He stopped short and stood up from lacing his boots. It was getting harder to breathe and his hands were beginning to tremble and he immediately recognized the beginning of a panic attack. He hadn't had an attack since he was nine years old and his father had spanked him for getting a B on his geometry test. He had nearly shaken himself apart that night. But he hadn't had a panic attack since, nor had he ever received another B.

So why was he having one now? And over a pair of glasses of all things?

Daisuke muttered and rolled, an arm reaching out to find his boyfriend. His eyes opened and he blinked as he sat up. "Ken-chan?"

Ken bit his lip and resumed lacing his boots without answering him, more than a little bit relieved to notice that the tremors were slowing. He jerked the laces up with unnecessary violence and made a quick bow.

"Ken?"

He shouldn't be mad at Daisuke. He had allowed him to top. He had asked him to top and the way it felt . . . had been much different than what he had been expecting. He had stayed in control all evening. So why was he upset?

He could hear the other boy fixing his clothes and a moment later Daisuke joined him at the waterside and began washing the stickiness off his stomach. Ken stood and watched him for a moment, transfixed by the shimmering silver moonlight that water reflected onto the goggle boy's golden brown skin.

His anger was already fading.

Daisuke looked up at Ken and his brown eyes looked like velvet. "Ken . . .? I didn't do anything wrong, did I? I mean, I didn't hurt you too bad . . . did I?"

Ken opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He bit his lip and turned away, a pained expression on his face. "No," he muttered to the ground.

"Ken?"

The Kaiser turned back around and forced a smirk onto his lips. "You were great, 'Suke." He bent down and brushed his lips against Daisuke's teasingly. "Better than great."

Daisuke grinned and Ken turned away again. How do you do this to me?

You're weak for him . . .

It could have been the wind, but it sounded too much like a voice for Ken to believe that-too much like the voice of someone long dead but never, ever forgotten. And for the first time since he had donned the garb of the Digimon Kaiser, he was afraid. He was afraid of the dead sibilant whisper in the wind and he was afraid that it was right.

But could this loud, obnoxious, ill-mannered little human boy-this social nothing-really be his weakness? No. The idea was ludicrous. He was Ichijouji Ken, a name synonymous with perfection. He was the Kaiser and the Kaiser had no weakness. And Daisuke was merely a toy for his amusement. He was in total control here. Total control.

Daisuke looked back up, surprised to see Ken's shoulders move up and down in a silent chuckle. He blinked up at his sometimes friend and grinned. "So it was really okay then?"

"Splendid," the Kaiser purred in assurance.

Daisuke stood up and beamed before throwing his arms around Ken, impulsively squeezing him so hard that the mighty Emperor let out a small gasp of surprise. "Good!" The Digidestined released the pale boy and stepped back, a broad smile still on his face. "I just want you to be happy, Ken."

Ken's face softened then, turning into something gentle without the harsh lines and flat eyes that had become his trademark. Daisuke took a step forward, a small thrill going through him at the sight and-

A loud cracking noise shattered the stillness of the night and Daisuke stumbled backward, body jerking slightly as he tried not to lose his balance. "What the . . .?"

Ken made a strange grunting sound when he saw what Daisuke had stepped on: a pair of yellow glasses with purple lenses. They had been right next to him the whole time.

Daisuke's hands flew up his mouth and his eyes widened. "Oh, dude! Your glasses! My God, I'm so sorry, Ken-chan! I-"

The Kaiser ignored him and bent over to pick up the shattered glasses as carefully as though he were touching a broken flower. One of the lenses was shattered beyond repair and the other was cracked. The frame was twisted into something almost unrecognizable. "It's fine." His voice was completely emotionless.

Daisuke swallowed hard. "Ken . . ."

"I said it's fine." The taller boy stood up and started walking towards the forest where they had left their partners. "They're only glasses. I can get more." They're just glasses, he repeated to himself. Nothing to get excited over. He clenched his hands into fists to stop them from shaking.

He stopped and turned around, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the other boy as a pair of doleful chocolate brown eyes bore into him. He suddenly felt the need to crack Daisuke's skull open. He couldn't seem to move to do it, though. "Now come on if you're coming. We've already been out here for over two hours."

Daisuke blushed and sheepishly scrambled to finish adjusting his clothes. The two trudged away from their spot in a deep uneasy silence.

After several minutes, Daisuke spoke into the darkness, his voice sounding unusually subdued. "Ken?"

"What?"

"I really am sorry about the glasses."

There was a muffled crunch as the Kaiser's fist tightened around the ruined glasses, shattering the other lens in his hand. "It's okay." His voice sounded strained and insubstantial. "It was an accident."

You're weak for him . . .

". . . You're not mad at me are you?"

He really should bash the boy's skull in. "No, 'Suke." It shouldn't matter to him at all. This was all a game, right? "I'm not mad at you."

None of this was real. None of this meant anything.

You're weak for him, the trees taunted. You're weak for him, the earth underneath them whispered.

It shouldn't matter to him.

Daisuke looped an arm around Ken's shoulder and grinned. "Good." He kissed the pale boy lightly on the cheek.

So why did it then?

Ken squeezed the broken lens until it sliced through his glove and cut deep into his palm.

Daisuke started to rattle off about what he had to do at school tomorrow and how happy he was that his family could sleep through anything so they never suspected that he was using the computer at night. And Ken couldn't stop shaking.

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