Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Devil You Know ❯ Joe ( Chapter 6 )

Devil You Know

Joe

By the Empress of the Eclipse

Disclaimer - I don't own Digimon.

KENOU LEMON in this chapter!

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Ken glanced at himself in the pocket mirror. He looked old enough. Besides, no one would ever kick him out of anywhere.

Tucking his mirror away he strolled out calmly towards the club entrance. The doorman looked a little doubtful but Ken gave his best responsible smile, sucked up slightly, and got in easily, getting told that 'as it was him, they'd make an exception'.

"Fools," he muttered, looking around. He spotted Joe easily, trying to fade into the side of the bar. Obviously, friends having parties didn't make him enjoy going out clubbing.

'Well that was the hard part. The rest should be easy' Ken though. He walked up to Joe quite cheerfully and stopped beside him. Joe glanced at him, then blinked.

"Say, aren't you Ken Ichijouji?" he said.

'Nice voice' Ken noted mentally.

"Yes, I am," he said.

"Aren't you a little young for this place?"

"The doorman let me in," Ken said "I can handle it."

Joe shrugged and turned back to the bar.

"Why are you here?" Ken asked.

"Oh, a friend's party," Joe said.

"Aren't you having fun?"

"I'm hiding," Joe said bluntly "I don't like parties much."

"Oh, you poor thing," Ken said.

Joe glanced at him, obviously thinking Ken was mocking him. Ken was wearing his innocent face. Joe bought it.

"Yeah well, I'm fine really," he said "Just....slightly lonely. You know, with the others partying."

Ken knew that Joe didn't mean to, but there was a slight note of pleading in his voice. He wanted company.

"You want me to buy you a drink and keep you company?" Ken said, letting his voice tease slightly. Joe smiled.

"You don't have to," he said "I'm fine."

"Oh nonsense," Ken said "I'm not with anybody and it would be mean to leave you lonely. What do you want?"

Joe smiled, obviously relieved. Ken smiled to himself.

'Oh this shouldn't be too hard....'

He kept buying Joe drinks. He knew that Joe didn't get out much, probably wouldn't know his limits. And if he was trying to keep up with Ken....

Ken was careful not to drink much. Since he was the one who was ordering, he could make sure he got less alcohol than he seemed to be getting and that Joe could be getting more. Joe didn't notice of course. And pretty soon, he was drunk. Ken sat, listening to his slightly confused conversation, smiling to himself.

"Are you bored?" he asked.

"Nope!" Joe said cheerfully "I like it right here."

"I am," Ken said "You want to come somewhere more....private?"

If Joe had been more sober, he'd have realised what the comment had to mean. But he wasn't and didn't. He cheerfully followed Ken out.

"Where'd you want to go?" he asked, swaying slightly.

"You're drunk," Ken told him.

"Am not! Am sober!"

"Walk in a straight line then."

Joe walked in a very wobbly 'straight line'.

"See!" he said "It was a very straight line! It's just the landscape keeps movin' around."

"You are more sloshed than I thought," Ken said.

Joe pulled a face at him and giggled.

"You don't drink much do you?" Ken asked.

"Nope."

"Thought not. Come on."

Joe followed him obediently, muttering to himself. Ken considered where to take him. Eventually, he decided that down the nearest alley would be good.

"Why are we here?" Joe asked as Ken led him deeper in "I wanted to go home. I don't live here."

"I didn't say I was taking you home stupid," Ken said "I said somewhere more private."

"Oh. Yeah," Joe said, nodding like he understood.

"Joe," Ken said "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No," Joe said.

"Ever had one?"

"Yes! Just not currently."

"Ever had sex?"

Joe blinked.

"No...." he said, obviously trying to battle his way out of his drunken stupor and make sense of the conversation.

"Groping?"

"Yes."

Ken grinned. Normally, there was no way Joe would tell him anything this personal.

"Want to try something nice?"

Joe nodded.

"Okay."

Ken leaned up and kissed him. Joe didn't respond, obviously confused.

"That feel nice?"

"I....suppose so."

"Want me to do more nice stuff?"

"I don't know...."

"Aw come on Joe," Ken said wheedlingly "I've been with you all night. Don't I get a little something back?"

He knew that if Joe had been sober, he'd probably have got a punch from it. Actually, most people would probably whack him for it. But Joe was paranoid and he was drunk. He obviously wasn't going to resist.

"Okay...."

Ken slammed him against the wall, kissing him hungrily. After a second, Joe's arms looped round him, holding him uncertainly. Ken smiled. Pulling Joe down onto the ground, he straddled his lap, still kissing. Joe began to get into the spirit of things, slowly running his hands up and down Ken's back, sending tingles through him. Ken began to unfasten his shirt, knowing that as it was a public place they couldn't get completely naked but wanting to get some vague idea of Joe's body. Joe moaned.

"Shhhhh," Ken whispered "Not too loudly."

He nipped at Joe's neck playfully, then unfastened his trousers. Joe bit his lip, obviously scared.

"Don't be frightened Joe," Ken said reassuringly "I won't hurt you."

He ducked down, deciding to give Joe a blow job. Joe made a muffled yelping noise and clenched his fingers round the back of Ken's neck. Ken lightly flicked his tongue out, letting it dance over Joe's erection. Joe swore softly, his fingers tightening.

"Ken....."

"Shut up," Ken muttered muffledly. He started sucking, listening to Joe's stifled moans. When Joe came, he made a sound like a strangled scream.

'Ooooh, a screamer. I wish I could try him out better....'

"Enjoyed that?" Ken asked after spitting. There was no way he was going to swallow and anyway, Joe was too drunk to notice.

Joe nodded.

"That was good," he said thickly.

Ken kissed him harshly. He began rubbing against Joe's thigh, enjoying the sensation. Joe yelped, feeling how hard Ken was against him.

"Ken....."

"Joe...." Ken whispered back, nuzzling the side of Joe's neck "Please...."

"Wha....what do you want me to do?"

"What I did to you," Ken said.

"I...I don't know how."

"Just guess. And if you bite me, I will send you to hell."

Joe gulped. Ken unzipped his flies and lay back. Joe ducked his head, slightly clumsily. Ken crossed his fingers. Then he gulped as Joe began to suck.

"Oh shit!"

Joe was GOOD at this! Where the hell had he learned this? Maybe he ate lots and lots of lollipops? But where the fuck had Joe learned this?

"Joe!"

Joe's tongue flickered over his testicles, making him swear really loudly. Luckily, fate was smiling on him and no one heard him. Joe playfully scraped his teeth along the length of Ken's penis. Ken swore again, bucking his hips up.

"Jo-o-oe!"

Joe giggled faintly. Ken felt himself come violently. Joe swallowed it all, then drew back.

"Good?"

"Shit, yes!" Ken said, pulling Joe into a warm kiss "That was very, very good Joe!"

The two of them stayed like that, kissing for several minutes until it occurred to Ken that the longer they sat kissing, the more chance of them being caught and arrested for indecent exposure.

"Come on Joe," he whispered "You need to go home."

Joe laughed and kissed him warmly, allowing Ken to pull him to his feet. He was staggering but he allowed himself to be led. Ken had got Joe's address earlier before Joe had become completely drunk. Pulling him to the house, he rang the doorbell, then dropped Joe on the floor.

"I hope your parents don't kill you," he murmured, fading backwards into the darkness. He waited until Joe was pulled inside by a slightly irate looking woman, then walked home. His parents didn't hear him sneak in. They never seemed to. Ken sat at his desk and began to fill in the sheet.

"Name....Joe Kido. Easiness....6. Good looks.....er.....6. Not impressive but something slightly striking about you....Value of amusement OUT of bed.....7. Intelligent, interesting....Amusement IN bed.....was unable to test you properly but I'd say 7 because that blow job! Oh Momma! Small, medium, large, extra-large, bastard or tripod? I'd say medium I think. Kissing....7. Techniques....couldn't test it completely but after the blow job.....I think we'll give you 8. Other notes of interest.....excellent blow jobs. Got hair like Matt's. Gorgeous voice. Okay, total....he gets 8 extra for those blow jobs. 2 for the hair. And 9 for the voice. Okay, that equals.....62! Bloody hell Joe, how the HELL did you manage THAT?!?!?! You've beaten Matt? Er....twisted! Okay then, who's next? Oh....Iori! Oh, that's going to be a great challenge. And a lot of fun!"

Changing into his pyjamas, Ken hoisted himself into bed and began trying to remember everything he knew about medical knowledge and everything he'd gleaned from Joe about his relationship with Iori.

The End of Part 6.