Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Devil You Know ❯ Matt ( Chapter 4 )

Devil You Know

Matt

By the Empress of the Eclipse

Disclaimer - I don't own Digimon. Ever.

KENATO Lemon in this part! Contains whips & bondage!

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Matt opened his eyes and found himself in a cell.

Great. Terrific. This was the last time he agreed to help TK collect exotic plants from the Digiworld so he didn't fail his biology exams. Matt had tried to explain that he'd probably fail anyway but noooo, why should TK listen to him?

Standing up, he looked around. TK wasn't there. Walking to the door, Matt started to bang on it.

"Open up! Let me out! Let me out this minute! Let me out!"

Naturally no one responded. Matt kept banging angrily until the door did open, so suddenly that he ended up lying the Digimon Emperor's feet.

"Well that was certainly a quick surrender," the Digimon Emperor said sardonically "I expected better of you than for you to throw yourself at my feet straight away."

Matt scowled angrily. He quickly scrambled up, glaring at the Digimon Emperor.

"Listen you little brat, you'd better let me and my brother go right now!"

"I don't have your brother. Why would I want your brother?" the Emperor asked.

Matt clenched his fists.

"Where is he then?"

"I tied him up and hid him in a bush. He wanted exotic plants, now he has exotic plants."

"You freak!"

The Emperor smiled.

"Is that the best insult you can manage Matt? I'm disappointed, really."

Matt opened his mouth to come out with something rather impressive but the Digimon Emperor held up one gloved hand.

"Please don't," he said "I'd hate to have to hurt you."

Matt scowled. He was tempted to come out with something anyway but decided against it. The Emperor smiled.

"Good boy," he said approvingly "See, you've already learned a valuable lesson and I haven't even had to hurt you yet."

Matt scowled even harder, wondering if he stared hard enough, could he drive the Emperor insane? He decided that it was unlikely but he didn't stop trying. The Emperor stared right back at him.

"Stop that," he ordered eventually "It's silly. Come with me."

"No!"

"Matt," the Emperor said with exaggerated patience "If you don't come with me RIGHT NOW, I shall be forced to use violence on you."

Matt folded his arms stubbornly.

"Why not save yourself some pain?" the Emperor said softly.

Matt gave in. There seemed little point in fighting when the Emperor had a point. If he resisted, the Emperor was going to hurt him. If he obeyed, he probably wouldn't suffer pain.

The Emperor led him up into his throne room and sat Matt down on a chair. He then sat on his throne, playing idly with his whip. Matt kept one eye on that whip. Being hit with that was unlikely to be pleasant. Unless it was by a lover of course....

Matt quickly suppressed that thought. He stared defiantly at the Emperor who smiled, absently running his whip through his fingers. Matt fidgeted, trying not to get really annoyed. He didn't like the waiting for a reaction.

"What are you waiting for?" he finally demanded.

"Nothing."

"Then say something!"

"I don't have to."

Matt wondered if he could throttle the Digimon Emperor before getting smacked with the whip. It seemed unlikely. He clenched his fists instead.

"Why have you brought me here?"

"You amuse me."

Matt couldn't help growling. The Emperor laughed.

"Hot-headed, aren't you?"

"I'm going to hit you," Matt said, sounding quite calm "I don't care if you hit me with that stupid whip, I'm going to punch you in the face unless you let me go NOW!"

The Emperor started to laugh again. He looked like he was trying not to fall off his throne. Matt lost his temper. Throwing himself at the Emperor, he aimed a punch at him. The whip struck him firmly in the chest, throwing him back. The Emperor sprang on top of him, pinning him to the floor. He leaned down so their faces were only inches apart.

"That was ill-advised Matt. Unless you are as much of a masochist as you're giving me the impression you are, you are not going to enjoy this."

"I'm not a masochist!" Matt yelled "And even if I was, it's better than being a sadist, like you!"

"Is it? The masochist is too weak to do anything except enjoy the pain they're given. Normally has something to do with their parents separating when they were young."

"And the sadist just sees them as an object! At least the masochist has feelings!"

Matt squirmed, trying to get himself loose. It occurred to him that this was a very strange conversation to be having, especially in the vulnerable position he was in. The Emperor laughed softly.

"How would you know Matt?"

"Well, you're a sadist and you don't have feelings!" Matt snapped "Let me up!"

The Emperor smiled and rearranged himself, lying full length on top of Matt instead. Matt suddenly felt a tingle going through him.

"What are you....?"

"You have a lot of theories on sadomasochism, don't you Matt?" the Emperor whispered, his breath tickling Matt's face.

"I....guess," Matt said slowly.

"Wouldn't you like to test any of them?"

"No," Matt said "No, I wouldn't, I...."

The Emperor kissed him, his lips hard on Matt's. Matt tried to twist his head away.

"No. No! Stop it! We....you can't do this!"

"Why not?" Ken murmured "Don't you want to test your theories? Prove that you were right?"

"No," Matt said "Emphatically no! Let me go!"

Ken kissed him with more passion, using his hands to keep Matt down against the floor.

"I'm....I'm not going to let you beat me!" Matt said in a sort of muffled gasp-whisper.

Ken smiled. That was almost an acceptance.

"Maybe that wasn't what I had in mind Matt," he said softly "Maybe I was thinking more along the lines of you beating me."

Shock shot through Matt's eyes. Ken stroked the side of his face.

"Maybe I'd get to beat you a little," he said "Wouldn't you like to see how it feels from both sides?"

Matt was beginning to pant slightly. Ken let him raise his hands to see what he did. If he didn't push Ken off straight away then he'd won. For a second, he though Matt was going to push. Instead Matt began to gently stroke his chest, probably unconsciously but it made Ken smirk.

"Wouldn't you like to play Matt?"

Matt nodded. Ken kissed him with more violence this time. Matt promptly pulled him closer, kissing him back. Ken promptly decided that Matt was getting a 10 for kissing.

"We should move this into my bedroom!" he panted.

Matt nodded, still nuzzling at him. Ken managed to work the two of them into the bedroom, then began his usual method of removing all clothes. Matt stopped him.

"We're not doing it like that," he said lightly, still kissing him.

Ken shrugged. He liked someone who took the initiative. He let Matt push him back against the bed and keep kissing him hungrily. He was beginning to get to a happy stage of being unaware of what was going on when Matt bit the side of his neck quite hard.

"OW!"

"You wanted pain didn't you?" Matt murmured "I'm only here to oblige you, Master."

He said it very sarcastically but delighted tingles shot up Ken's spine. He rolled them over so he was on top of Matt.

"If I'm the Master," he breathed "I'm in charge!"

"Maybe you are," Matt agreed, lying back, giving the impression of giving Ken a great favour and allowing him to undress him. Ken smiled. He liked Matt's self-assured air. It was very amusing. If he won, Ken would enjoy squashing that. Still....in the meantime....

Ken stripped Matt's clothes off, still kissing him. Then he collected his whip and a silky rope.

"Roll over and raise your hands to the bed post," he ordered.

Matt actually obeyed which started Ken slightly. He tied Matt to the bed post carefully, not wanting to cut off Matt's circulation, then brushed the whip against Matt's back. He hit, not hard enough to cut in but hard enough to be noticed.

"How hard do you want this?" he asked, still delicately stroking Matt's back with the whip.

"Not too hard please," Matt panted.

"All right then," Ken said "Your wish is my command.....for now."

He brought the whip down more sharply this time. Matt didn't make a noise. Grinning to himself, Ken bought the whip down again. He continued, experimenting with different amounts of pressure. He stopped whipping when Matt's back all looked suitably red and Matt was beginning to whimper. Kneeling down he began to lick some of the more defined whip marks. Matt moaned and squirmed with his ropes.

"Let me loose...."

"No," Ken said, grinning at him wickedly "Not unless you call me Master again."

"Master..."

Ken was slightly startled that Matt gave in so easily, especially sounding so dominated but untied the ropes. Matt moved incredibly quickly, turning really fast and pushing Ken back on the bed, kissing him.

"My turn now, Master," he hissed, nipping at Ken's neck again. Ken groaned. He certainly wasn't going to protest to that. Matt tied him up with an expertise that screamed 'practise'.

"How hard do you want it Master?"

Matt managed to make 'Master' sound deeply sarcastic but very provocative at the same time.

"Very," Ken hissed at him.

The whip came down violently. Ken gritted his teeth, determined not to cry out.

"Someone's been a naughty boy," Matt murmured.

Ken moaned slightly as the whip came down again. Dammit, this was almost depressing! He had so much to learn about all this stuff!

Matt continued whipping and mocking him until Ken finally began to whimper with the pain. As soon as his bonds were loosened, he pulled Matt down to him, kissing him.

"Do you call me Master now?" Matt breathed.

"No," Ken told him "Do we get to fuck now?"

Matt laughed.

"Where's your lubricant?"

Ken managed to point and Matt picked it up.

'Why am I letting him be on top?' Ken thought muzzily 'I must be tripping!'

Matt entered him and Ken quickly forgot about anything as boring as thoughts. While Matt thrust into him, he reached between Ken's legs and began to massage him. It did not take long for Ken to come. Matt took a while longer before he did. Snuggling up to Ken, his eyes were already closing.

"You can't sleep too long," Ken said casually.

"Um."

Ken grinned. Matt had obviously forgotten all about his brother under the bush.

He decided not to risk noting down his thoughts until Matt was gone. Instead, he absently used a biro to write on Matt's back. He was just finishing a section of the Illiad when Matt woke up.

"Uhn....what are you doing?"

"Writing on you," Ken said "Don't you think you should go? Your little brother probably doesn't like it under that bush."

Matt swore and jerked up.

"Now you've made me mess up the last line," Ken told him reproachfully.

Matt swore at him, pulling on his clothes. Ken grinned.

"Don't tell anyone about this," he ordered lazily.

"As if!"

"Regretting it?"

Matt said nothing. Ken smiled.

"I'll see you around Matt. Wormmon will show you out."

He waited until he was utterly positive Matt was gone before taking out his notepad.

"Right then, Yamato Ishida....Easiness - 4½ Good looks - oh, he so totally gets a 10. Being that cute ought to be illegal. Value of amusement OUT of bed - 6. He might get annoying after a while. Amusement IN bed - 9. Oh, that was impressive Yamato! Small, medium, large, extra-large, bastard or tripod? Large. I wonder if he's ever seen Tai naked? Kissing - it would be unfair on everyone else to give him 11. 10 then. Techniques - 10. No comment after THAT performance! Other points of interest - gets off on pain. Is very expert. Total......an extra point for the pain. Two for the dominance. Total marks - 56½. Good grief Matt! Unfortunately, you'd probably lose a great deal of amusement if I choose you as a pet because I'd have to squash all your rebellion tendencies and then you'd not be as fun. Hmmm....tricky. I'll have to consider this. After the others. Izzy next I think. Well, he's never going to live up to Matt...."

The End of Part 4.