Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Lies, Crimes, and Punishments ❯ Comfort ( Chapter 5 )

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

Back to some good old smut. Enjoy.

Today the sky blotted out the sun with clouds. Gloominess reigned, the snow not so bright as to hurt the eyes. There was no wind.

Today was a much better day than yesterday. Ken found himself walking down the sidewalk, hands in pockets and a tune on his lips, toward St. Barnard's. Toward Izzy. He'd sold quite a bit of dope yesterday, and with cash in his wallet, the world spread at his feet.

Today was Friday, and no one was here. Ken was so wrapped up in his own plans that he didn't even notice the police car parked out front as he jogged up the steps and into the hollow, reverberating cavity that spread overhead. Yes, no one was here, no one but a young boy in a clean t-shirt and khakis vacuuming around the pulpit. Hmm?

Ken, still wearing his stick-out-like-a-Lutheran-at-mass black trench coat, black boots, shirt, and pants, strode up to the first pew and sat down. He caught the attention of the boy, who glanced up from his duty and kept on going.
But Ken knew he'd tripped his curiosity. He waited, staring up at the many statues bathed in stained light until the boy finished cleaning and shut off the vacuum.
"Hello. Can I help you?" His voice was shy and young and he guessed he wasn't even 11.
"No, no. Thank you. I just want to sit for a bit." The boy's attention went back to the vacuum, wrapping up the electric cord. "Do you ever really look at this place?"
"Me? Um, like at what?"
"Like at how beautiful it is. The colored glass, the rich wood paneling, the atmospherically high ceilings... You could fly in here..."
"Oh. ...Yeah." He looked up, staring at all the carvings. "I guess I do like it. It's really pretty."
"Does it ever make you feel weird, though?" The boy looked puzzled. "My name is Ken Ichijouji, by the way."
"Minoru Amano." They both smiled.
"I mean weird, like - guilty. Do you ever feel like that, here?"
"No." He was still confused at Ken's question. "Do you?"
"Yeah, sometimes. But you never do?" The boy shook his head. "What about things you've stolen? ...Candy, money from your dad's wallet? Do you feel guilty about lying to your parents or hurting your brother or sister?"
"I haven't ever stolen anything." So innocent. The black-haired man thought back to when he was that age. How complicated reality was even when he was young. How guilty he'd been.

"Never, Minoru?"
"Never, Mr. Ichijouji."
"Why? I mean, why not? Who says it's wrong to steal candy or money? The mayor? The prime minister? Who writes the laws?" Minoru shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know. But it's against the law for everyone. It's illegal."
"Yes, but who says? Why can one man tell everybody else what to do? You know the earth is round, right?"
"Yeah, Christopher Columbus, 1492." He beamed slightly at this fact. For some reason, Ken was proud of him too.
"Good. Okay, so what if everyone but you says the earth is flat? Are you wrong because you think differently than everyone else?" Poor Minoru. He'd stumped him, and for the tiniest of moments, Ken felt bad.
But Minoru had an answer.

"No, because it's a fact the earth is round. Stealing is against the law and no one is above the law, Mr. Ichijouji. Not even the prime minister." He was very good for his age. Ken smiled at him, working up another argument while Minoru smiled back, happy sheerly for the new-found truth that he could keep pace in a grown-up conversation like philosophy.
"Okay. But just like it's wrong to say the earth is flat - what if the law is also wrong?" That made him think.
"Stealing... is wrong.... Stealing..." You could see the wheels turning, his thoughts floating out - audible - in the gigantic room. "Where are we?"
"Huh?" His question caught Ken off guard. "St. Barnard's?"
"Yeah, a church. Who says that stealing is wrong? The Bible says stealing is wrong. No one is above God's law, Mr. Ichijouji. And the Bible is God's law."

Ken hadn't felt this alive in years - hadn't gotten to debate for so long he forgot what it felt like. The logical jabs going back and forth, the intellectual stimulation, even if it was against an 11-year-old altar boy.

The gloomy day, the sharp, bright young boy that had bested him: even if he'd lost, he was still happy. The two of them couldn't stop smiling, and Ken felt a rush of happiness that blocked out his surroundings.
"You're right, you're right. You are a very smart boy." Minoru started to blush, but he was still proud and happy. "My only question is this - and this is because I don't understand - but: Who is God and why does he have the final say-so?"

"Minoru. Are the pulpit and chancel cleaned?" A voice came from behind Ken and it scared him because someone had snuck up on him while he was unaware.
"Yes, Father." Ken turned, staring smiling up into the unhappy face of his red-haired lover. But Minoru was still there, and what's more, Izzy also was talking with someone. So all he said was-
"Good afternoon, Father."
"Good afternoon," was his curt reply. He turned back to the altar boy. "Take the vacuum back to the sacristy storage, and then you may leave. Thank you, Minoru."
"You're welcome, Father." He turned to Ken before lugging the appliance off through a pair of nearly hidden doors. "I don't know the answer, Mr. Ichijouji. But I know Father Izumi does." He slipped off with a smile and a wave.
"The answer to what?" It was the unidentified man's turn to speak. Ken turned to him, on the outside looking cheerful and benign, but eyeing him up suspiciously all the while.

A policeman, eh? Ever so slightly, it gave him the chills.
"Oh, Minoru and I were just discussing the value and relativity of truth. Good and evil. You must be acquainted with it?" Lightheartedly, he pointed to the blonde policeman's badge.
No one could shoot disguised venom like Ichijouji.
The policeman smiled dismissively at Ken and turned back to Izzy.
"I'll be sure to call you when they've set a date for court. You might be called as a witness, but I'll try to keep that from happening."
"Thank you Detective. I'm so glad it's over."
"Yeah, me too. It wrapped up really quickly. Anyway, I'll stay in touch, Koushiro. Goodbye." He left with a glance to Ken, but no more words.

"Koushiro?" Izzy turned to Ken, eyebrows up and confused. "I thought no one called you that?"
"No one is supposed to." Pointing the comment back at Ken.
"Sorry, love." He stood up, taking his hands in his while no one was there to see. "So they solved the case?"
"Case? What case?" Izzy was surprised and sarcastic, but utterly, utterly shocked.
"The murder of the bishop."
"I didn't tell you about that."
"I know." The reply came easily. "I read it in the paper. C'mon, Koush. I may be destitute, but I'm not illiterate."
"Oh. Sorry, I'm not in the best of moods." He calmed down a little.
"I know. What happened? I thought you'd be happy?" Ken was in a good mood, cupping the suddenly receptive Izzy's chin with one hand.
"I am, I just - I don't wanna talk about it, okay?" He stepped closer to Ken, wanting to be held, wanting to forget about his troubles. "Why are you here, anyway? What were you and Minoru talking about?"
"Jealous, are we?" He gave Koushiro a nasty, trademark smirk. "Don't worry, I was only trying to seduce him into a threesome." Izzy's eyes grew wide, unable to tell he was dryly joking.
"Right... You know why I'm here. You know why exactly why I'm here, Koush."

Down the stairs to the basement. Ken saw the furtive glances Izzy kept casting over his shoulder, making sure no one was in pursuit. He wanted to laugh and giggle like kids did in school, being led by the hand down stone steps to the slowly seeping, damp, unfinished basement. Water pooled in small cracks at the bottom of the block foundation. Izzy was taking the lead now, and it amused Ken to no end.
It was damp down here and in the most atomic of ways it reminded him of his base in his youth: the stone, the darkness, the sins leaking out of the concrete. It was so unlike the bright and sanctified space above, and the deep dark anticipatory pleasure of taking Izzy in this place was more than he could bear. His hand tightened on Koushiro's, now leading him through stained and marked double doors to a room of loud, machine noises. The temperature was higher too, and Ken could feel his winterized skin begin to sweat as the priest lead him over to the guttural belching of the black boiler.
"Here." Izzy swung Ken's hand, Ken's arm close to him, bringing their bodies together, touching and perspiring.
"Koushiro, you wicked thing-" The redhead's hands were deftly exploring underneath Ken's trench, under his shirt - front and back, nothing was spared.
"For once..." His puffy cherry lips crushed against Ken's, willing him to bite back. Deep down, Izzy knew he couldn't keep up the facade of empowerment: it just wasn't him... He was running out of aggressive stances to take and wished Ken would take over the chore and settle his whining conscience. He pried Ken's mouth open with his tongue, pushing him against the wall. Izzy couldn't help but smile and blush all his chastity away when Ken shook with surprise, his tentative and pale and icy fingers finding their way along the dark man's skinny ribs.
"This is a new game-" He smiled to himself as Ken struggled back from the brick wall, guiding him down to the floor, making him lie on his back, both now assuming the roles they were only too accustomed to.
"Or not. Right, Ken?" Ken knew his fresh lover had never looked as smug and seductive as he did now, lips curving up in a smile that only meant one thing. Izzy was finally used to him, finally accepting and wanting and craving him.
His game had worked. He was the victor.
The vestments were thrown away, sacred no more on the sooty floor. Only Ken's long black coat was kept, flaring out around them like the leathery wings of a bat, encircled around itself and its desired possession underneath. The boiler rumbled away in the background, muffling their animal groans and gasps. Ken was a live predator, lithe and sleek and tearing his prey to pieces with every touch. His loving claws eliciting moans, not cries. Beneath him was no pure soul, Koushiro giving way in the most precious manner Ken could imagine, beautiful pleasure and abandon covering his bare skin - mixing with the slick sweat. They were almost used to each other, almost familiar, and somehow it made it even better this time as Ken moved inside him. Knowing where did what and why - and why now Izzy was being played into a froth of cringing and swallowing and knitted brows and locked eyes that transferred feeling faster than flesh.
"Oh, oh... Ken..." He loved to hear that and it only drove him blissfully mad. He wished to reach down and kiss him, but it just wasn't possible. He brought his lips to the other's calf instead, kissing and then bruising, teeth nipping just strong enough not to draw blood. It was too much sensation and emotion. They arrived at the same blissful place at the same time, two passing stars in an empty patch of sky.
Ken strangled out his lover's name as he came, his whole body tensing and releasing his pleasure.
"Oh my god, Koushiro...!"

Nothing was safe from the heat in the room, created in as much their fault as the boiler's. Ken withdrew physically, but not emotionally, and only made things worse by lounging sweetly on top of Koushiro's beautiful pale body. He was going to open his mouth and say something, but in his mind nothing would have sufficed.
"Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."
"What?" Why did Izzy have to spoil the silence?
"I just thought we could use whatever help we could - in the eyes of God..." Izzy was blushing now, wishing he could simply sever the two disparate sections of his brain. Stopping the cross-persecution.
"Oh, come off it. I thought we were past that!" Ken didn't mean to be harsh, but the less-patient part of him was quite peeved at this point.
"I'll never be past it. You should know that." He looked away from the indigo eyes he'd shared so much with, sans words. "Blessed are the meek: for they shall possess the land."
"Blessed is me, for being inside you."
"Ken!"
"Come on Koush, you can't save my soul, no matter how hard you try. As for your own... I'm sure you more than make up for that in confession." He gave Izzy a look filled with suspicion. "How much of THIS have you confessed? What kind of gritty detail do you make those poor cloistered fathers sit through?" Now he was playing tennis with a time bomb, giving the redhead a look better than the dirtiest whore could manage.
"I don't! I mean... I mean I do penance, I just..."
"You haven't made good with the big guy, huh?"
"I wish you wouldn't say it like that." This time Koushiro was on the offensive to Ken's flippant remarks. "I've never made it a habit of 'confessing' my um, bits of experience with everyone and anyone."
"No? No, I guess not..." Ken unfocused his eyes, thinking into the distant high school past they shared. "No, you never told anyone the slightest bit about anything. Not even names of romantic interests." Pupils back to Koush. "Tell me, father, have you ever been on TOP?" He punctuated the last word, puckering his mouth and bringing it deliciously close to Izzy's nose.
"None of your business."
"Of course it's my business! Don't you listen to those public service announcements? In order to be safe, you should be open about your entire past with your sexual partner(s)!" He stifled a small giggle at the raised auburn eyebrow. "Come on kobito, who am I gonna tell?" His voice was soft and encouraging. Surely... It was Ken, after all.
"Okay, fine. Yes, I have, Mr. Big Shot. But only once, my first." Now he started blushing, wishing he hadn't added that last piece.
"And I've only been ass-up once, so we're even."
"Ken, I didn't need to know that..." His face screwed up, disgusted and aroused in a strange combination. And he couldn't stop the bastard side of his brain from picturing it-
"It was MY first time." He waited there, smug smile on his face, tapping his long fingers over Izzy's chest. Waiting for the question that was only human nature, even as hard as he tried to fight it.
"Who was it?" Izzy was fallible... Heh, heh, heh.
"Taichi." He had no problem being open about it, and it pleased him all the more as he watched the shyness creep over Koush's face, trying to hide the fact that he was imagining it, hearing it in his ears, seeing it in his eyes, letting it wander down and create a terrible tightness in his groin. Ken didn't help matters... "It was the year he was graduating - I was a sophomore. No one was in the locker room. The showers were running and he was glistening with sweat from practice..."
"Okay! I get the picture." Izzy was curt; more than a little uncomfortable.
"No doubt." He ground his hips against the embarrassed, pronounced member, making Izzy flinch. But he knew he liked it. There was a faint liquid quality to his lips, an electric crackle in the backs of his eyes. "What about you?"
"My first time?" Izzy could've sworn he himself was getting into it, and the enjoyment half scared him to the point of backing off. Nah. "Motomiya." That shot Ken's brows up. Izzy allowed a reflexive, evil smirk to cross his face. Poor Ken.
"Daisuke?!"
"Jun." The confusion collected in Ken's eyes, a toothy grin breaking over Koushiro's mouth. Damn, it felt good to laugh. "I'm sorry Ken, if I mislead you..."
"Bastard." His voice was husky and he slurped Koushiro's bottom lip into his mouth, rolling it over his tongue and suckling on it until the black eyes it belonged to were closed. Izzy knew that Ken and Jun's younger brother had been involved, briefly, in a torrid relationship that eclipsed the summer of his Junior year. Egging him on was only good fun. And he enjoyed the rise he got out of Ken in a wicked, wicked way. "You aren't as pure as you look." Ken was still being silly, but Koushiro had forgotten all of that, placing his strange lover's head between his palms and staring him dead in the eyes.
"You probably don't remember what you said to me on Sunday when I was cleaning after mass and you came in, unexpected... Come to think of it, it was the same day that Bishop Hiromiya was murdered."
"Really? No, what did I say?" Ken's laughter was gone, lower eyelids bunching up slightly, staring into Izzy's face.
"You told me you loved me. I-I just shook it off, but... and you can laugh if you want, because I think I'm crazy, too, but..." Suddenly, Ken knew where this was heading, leaning in close, nose to nose, his wild hair falling across Koushiro's neck. "...I love you, too. Or not too, if that's not what you meant-"
"Of course that's what I meant. I do lie, Koushiro. But not about this." Izzy had grown accustomed to Ken's stare and the lock of eyes now seemed so standard- but that didn't take away from the fact that it was deep, pure: it riveted Izzy more forcefully to the concrete than if Ken had shackled him there.
And he wasn't going to cry... He just wasn't...
...Someone loved him. Ken loved him. Ken loved him. Ken loved him.
Ken closed his eyes, releasing the other man from their grip, kissing him as softly as he knew he could manage. His lips were insect light and delicate and tears formed in Ken's plum irises as he felt Koushiro empty a great, shaking sigh onto his cheeks. Emptying all his worries and fears.
"God, Koushiro, I love you."
"Blessed are they who mourn: for they shall be comforted."
Ken didn't say a word in protest.