Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Lies, Crimes, and Punishments ❯ Into the breach... ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Let's not waste time. Graphic situation included in this chapter. Ie: lemon, yaoi, sex, etc.
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The hot water felt so good. He had it turned up high enough that it nearly scalded. Here, in the priests' private chambers, the woodwork was more humble and the fixtures in the bathroom spoke of a different era. Example: the tile was avocado. The knobs squeaked with lime and age as Ken twisted them shut and began to dry himself. He still couldn't get over the initial shock: Koushiro was a man of the cloth. And not just any priest either, no - he was gay. Well, maybe it didn't count if he never acted on his desires... Still, he was amazed. Izzy had always dreamed of being the next Bill Gates and this place wasn't exactly wired. Not to mention the vow of poverty he took! So maybe he didn't know as much about his distant friend as he thought. Ken stopped dressing and looked in the unclean mirror. Was Izzy shocked as well? He hadn't become the Fortune 500 success story that everyone bet on. He hadn't even stayed on the right side of the law - or sexual orientation. He slipped the heavy sweatshirt over his head; a little small, but it fit okay. His thin fingers ran through wet hair. Oh, well, better get it over with.

Izzy was already under his blankets, not feeling the need to shower. Acting a tad embarrassed, Ken shuffled in a subdued manner to the closest bed and crawled in.
"I don't think a mattress has ever felt this good," he admitted with shut eyes. "I really owe you for this Iz - Ooh, or should I call you 'father'?" Ken opened one eye, rebuking his casual speech.
"No, don't worry Ken, you knew me before I was ever a 'father'. Iz is just fine." He rolled over and flipped off the light.
"What about Koushiro?" The room was now dark and hid the priest's expression. Koushiro was his name, but he always felt it conveyed more meaning and formality than just 'Izzy' and preferred that his friends not use it.
"Oh, I don't know. I've never really liked to be called that..."
"That's because no one calls you that. Besides, I think it's nicer than 'Izzy'." His eyes stared for any sign of agreement, but Izzy only folded his arms under his head. He tried again. "Do you mind if I touch on a sore subject again?" Now Izzy turned his head to stare back.
"Like what?"
"Like... how I get rid of these feelings... You haven't had any luck?" He rolled his head back to focus on the ceiling before answering.
"Luck... Apart from not believing in luck anymore... The only 'luck' I've had is in keeping my vows: poverty, chastity, etc... etc... So, truthfully, no. I'm not the best person to ask for advice on this - you'd be better off talking to Father Hiromiya. No, my life is a mess: don't ask me." Ken stuck his lower lip out.
"How can you say something like that? Your life isn't a mess... Look at me! 171 IQ and I'm answering people's questions about car batteries for a living. I... I haven't spoken to my parents in three years... got kicked out of my apartment three weeks ago 'cause I can't make rent 'cause I had to pay a fine for indecent exposure 'cause I got completely wasted several days in a row and on top of it a bill for when some decent person hauled my ass out of a puddle of my own puke and into a hospital bed to have my stomach pumped... You?" Ken paused. "I've always looked up to you anyway... Perfect grades, loving family, good looks, a future... And now you've set the bar even higher. They should make you into a saint!" He cracked a smile at his own cleverness. "I mean, you've become something everyone should aspire to." A faint blush danced across his cheeks. Izzy could only reply in a warning tone.
"Ken, you shouldn't-"
"Say what? The truth? That you're a shining beacon of hope for the rest of us slobs? That you're the reason I..." He caught himself and stopped.
"Huh? Reason you...?" A long silence ensued. "Ken, it's okay. You can say whatever you want... The reason you..." Izumi's voice turned soft while Ichijouji's took a bitter tone.
"Needed to confess." He was no longer looking at Koushiro.

Perhaps Izzy wasn't a genius, technically. His intelligence quotient registered at a mean 138 when he tested for it senior year. But that by no means meant he wasn't smart. He'd gotten into Massachusetts' technology institute without much hassle and he'd deciphered the current situation with lightning speed. Now how best to handle it? What seemed like minutes passed sans speaking. Ken spoke first.
"I'm sorry, Koushiro. This... I didn't mean for this to happen. You were the last person in the world I wanted to abase myself before. You-you have to trust me when I say that I'd no idea you were here." They continued to glare at their respective patches of ceiling. "It's just... I had to talk to someone and-and you're all that's been on my mind for..." He sighed through his nose, "...years. Ever since I met you... All those long years ago..." Ken sat up. "I'm sorry, Koushiro. This is... um, I should leave..." He pulled the blankets off and began to stand. A hand on his shoulder prevented him.
"Don't even think about going. ...Sure, this situation is - awkward - but, that in no way means I'm letting you kick yourself out into a snowstorm." The forceful black eyes more than the warm hand kept him on his bed. Izzy lay back down after Ken did, closing his eyes in resolution. The sun-shaped wall clock ticked off the seconds, both men curling into their blankets.
"Thank you, Koushiro. I really mean that." He might've been asleep, but Izzy smiled slightly and nodded his head. The cold wind howled angrily in their dreams.

In the soft not-yet-morning light that slid through the curtains, Ken woke. The room was still dark enough to make colors indistinguishable and the clock's ticks mingled with the peaceful breath of an angel. Peeling his eyes from the slightly mussed head, he squinted at the door. No light shone through: Hiromiya was still asleep. Shifting back, his eyes focused and stored a particularly pleasant memory.

Forcing his hand over, he ran his cold fingers through Koushiro's hair. The man was still sleeping, so he drew a line down his jaw and held the end of it up, breathing softly on his parted lips. He swallowed the rest of his fear and brushed his mouth against Izzy's. So wonderful. ...He needed this. If only he stayed asleep, he could pretend the contact was accepted and leave placated. But Izzy didn't stay asleep. Ken knew he woke him when the silent lips began to move under his.
They didn't move away, no, they kissed him back - softly, then with insistency. Ken didn't protest, why would he? They pulled each other tighter and freed their curious tongues. The black-haired man pulled away, reaching to nip at Koushiro's neck, but the instant their mouths separated, Izzy truly woke up. He pushed Ken away and sat straight up, gasping at what he'd done. Ken shrank back at the horrified expression, hoping for more forgiveness. Izzy ran his hands through his own hair, trying to sort out the edges of a dream and reality.
"I'm really sorry, Koushiro." Looking like a lost puppy, he tried his hardest. Izzy closed his eyes, swearing under his breath. He looked up, trying to soothe the other's despondency.
"It's okay, it's... it's my fault, too." His mouth tried to ask Ken why, but didn't dare; he knew the answer.
"I just couldn't stop... It was all too perfect and you..." He inhaled, aborting his reason. The frown uncreased and his lips broke into a smile. "It was wrong of me, true. And I'm sorry for my thoughtlessness... But that was the happiest I've been in years. I know I'll probably regret this, but I have to say that waking up next to you is the closest to heaven..." He stopped, dropping his head in shame and blushing heatedly. Anything, anything at all to break the silence... Koushiro stood, walking briskly to the bathroom.
"I'm gonna take a shower..." Mumbling, he pulled the door behind him.
Why did he do that? Why was he so stupid? Why did he feel that he had to comfort this derelict, this... Ken. He connected with the younger man in so many ways, now they'd grown far apart and all he wanted was his old friend back. Or more? He was a man of God, he was supposed to rise above these feelings at the very least. Why was the thought of curling up in those arms so persistent? He undressed and turned on the water. He was weak, he admit it. Better to give in to the thoughts by himself in the safety of the warm water.

Ken paced across the small room. Too forward. Stupid imbecile. Seeing Koushiro again was screwing every thing up, making his mind and heart race. Then you had to go and kiss him, didn't you? Ken reached the bathroom door and stopped. Leave before he gets out? What a horrible way to thank him for his hospitality. His trademark smirk appeared and he turned the knob silently. Being cunning had its rewards.

Koushiro gritted his teeth together. Even all alone, he was so embarrassed, so ashamed. The timid little boy he'd never grown out of let his inhibitions slack, holding on to the shower with one hand; letting the other wander where it willed. The temperature dropped suddenly and a horrible draft invaded his privacy. Curious, he turned around. Ichijouji had opened the shower curtain, freezing him in place.
"Ken! What the hell are you doing?!" He tried to cover up desperately, but with nowhere to go, he let the genius gaze at his body.
Then he noticed the other's lack of clothing.
"Ken, I'm serious. What. Do. You. Think. You're. Doing?" He started to panic as the black-haired man stepped in and re-closed the curtain. Warm air and the sound of falling water insulated Koushiro's faint gasp as Ken began kissing the curve of his neck. Ken wrapped his arms around the frightened frame, stroking the tightened muscles in his back. Despite the screaming of his brain, Izzy relaxed in a great sigh and let himself be pushed against the tile. He was so weak. Small threads of lust were weaving their way through his veins. Slowly, his arms began to trace Ken's spine and in return, one of Ken's roaming hands reached the growing source of his turmoil. Koushiro uttered a small moan as Ken began stroking him. His lips left the redhead's neck and he kneeled, softly kissing down his stomach. If Izzy's brain were still functioning, he would've been calmed with the fact that the only other person was all the way across the building sleeping, far out of earshot. But it wasn't. Ken spared no time in filling his mouth with Koushiro's erection, making him moan loudly.
Uninhibited.

He was so good at this. Oh my God... Oh, and somehow it seemed so right, so perfect. After all these years of being apart, mostly alone, he didn't want to ruin it now by speaking. In a wonderful haze he mumbled the other man's name over and over, tipping his head back to the indoor rain and wrapping his fingers in Ken's wet black hair. His hair. It was longer, yes, but so smooth and sleek. Amidst the pleasure, he felt Ken's fingers reaching around him, exploring. Everything was too much. Too wonderful. Ken's expert tongue and mouth traced wet hot trails of pleasure in every perfect, excruciating spot. Licking over his throbbing veins, nipping gently around his sensitive head. His legs tightened as he felt himself losing control. His hands left the wall and grasped tightly onto the bent shoulders as his orgasm arrived. How could this be wrong? He shut his eyes tightly and rode out the beautiful moment.

Ken stood, climbing back up the shaking body. He'd never seen anyone look so... fragile. Koushiro was slowing his rapid breath, brows drawn together tightly. Why didn't he stop when Izzy wanted him to? When he was begging him to leave? His conscience whispered the question and he shoved it away, catching the open mouth in a deep kiss.

Koushiro could taste his own body in Ken's mouth and suddenly everything congealed. Shit, shit, shit! He shouldn't be here, in his shower, in his embrace. Out of pure decency, he kissed Ken back, reaching around behind him to turn off the water and tactfully escape this dream. It WAS his dream, but should've stayed that way. Oh, how he was weak...
"Koushiro, I love you." And getting weaker. He turned around, pausing in opening the curtain. Blue eyes showed carefully unearthed hope. He reached back into the shower to cup Ken's slender chin.
"I know I shouldn't, but I love you, too." Honestly, he couldn't think of anything else to say. It was the truth, but he winced inwardly as Ken smiled. The taller man stepped halfway out of the shower to plant a soft kiss on Koushiro's lips.
"Then let's not tell anyone, shall we?" He whispered into the short hair.

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Notes: The catholic church in the city of Kitami is NOT called St Barnard's, it's simply Kitami Catholic Church. I'm using my literary freedom, okie dokie? :)

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