Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Satan in Satin ❯ Complicated ( Chapter 5 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: SaturnsFirefly 
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 264 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 264 | Status: Completed
A.N: This chapter gets a bit more...intense. And I'm sorry my beloved
reviewers, but this is going to remain R and no, it'll not go up to NC-17. I
can't write lemons worth anything BUT I can write limes fairly well. Be
happy! Yay! Oh, and I ACTUALLY don't use any lyrics from any songs in this chapter! Whoo! Big step for me! Heh, yeah. Anyway, on with chapter five!
Ages -
Same as last chapter.
Satan in Satin
Chapter Five
By SaturnsFirefly
When Daisuke awoke, the first thing he noticed was that it was dark...very dark, in fact. Another thing he caught was that he was lying onsomething that was soft and incredibly cold. The boy frowned, looking upwards but the dimness prevented him from being able to see anything. He tried to shift in his uncomfortable position on his stomach and in the process of doing so his knee slipped downwards. Okay, that was strange; he thought he was on something solid.
Comprehension slowly dawned on the cinnamon haired boy at where he was and whom he was lying on top of. Daisuke pushed his hands to the side, coming in contact with a firm wall, and when he tried above him he only came up with the same results. He bit his lip, trying to remain calm as he contemplated silently on what exactly he was in.
'If I'm not in a room...and if Yamato obviously seems to be asleep, then where can I be?' Daisuke drew his brows together as he thought. 'Let's see, vampires sleep during the day, and evidently he is sleeping. Okay...oh. Oh! They sleep in coffins!'
He made a face, shuddering softly at the thought of being inside a coffin. Well, wasn't that just perfectly imperfect? Maybe there was a latch of some sort that was supposed to be used for opening the casket? After naround two minutes of trailing his hands around for a latch that clearly was there, he gave up. Apparently the only way out of here was with Yamato.
"You move around too much," came an annoyed mutter.
Daisuke froze, tensing immediately before he spoke coldly, "Why did youtake me here?"
"You passed out, remember?"
"No, not really."
Yamato sighed, "Well, you did." He briefly felt the blonde raise his arms, pushing the coffin lid open. As soon as Daisuke had enough room, he stumbled out, falling to the floor. The vampire rolled his eyes, sliding out a bit more gracefully then the other.
The blonde vampire grabbed a handful of the boys' shirt, pulling him to a stand. Daisuke yanked out of his grasp, glaring viciously at the older boy as he carefully brushed off his jeans. He looked up at him again, folding delicate, dark arms over his chest before snapping bitterly; "Do you have to stare at me like that?"
"Yes."
"Stop it, will you?"
"No."
Unnerved by the older boy, he let out a heavy breath, giving in. "Fine. I'll just be going then." Daisuke started backing away, eyes still locked with Yamato's. "Er...it was nice of you to share your...coffin with me."
He was about to turn around and exit the almost pitch black bedroom when Yamato slammed him back into the wall, hands on either side of his head, ice blue eyes glowing dangerously. A slow, twisted smile polished the artistic features of the vampire. "You are not going anywhere."
And staring deep into those glowing embers, Daisuke had a pretty good feeling that he was right.
******
'Whoever said chess was easy to figure out must have been some dolt.'
Taichi frowned as he stared blankly at the alien chess pieces in front of him before glancing up at Takeru who sat on the other side of him, gazing and frowning at the board as well.
The two vampires sat in the living room, each one on two couches opposite from each other with a coffee table in the middle and the chessboard on top. Takeru kept insisting that it was just like checkers, but Taichi, with directions in hand; told him that surely wasn't the way it was played. But when he tried to explain it to the blonde, he got lost himself, complaining that there were too many rules.
"This is ridiculous," Takeru muttered, shoving the board off the table sending the pieces of the game everywhere. He sniffed, slumping back in the couch. "Why should we play a game we don't even understand?"
Taichi shrugged. "I don't know. You're the one who wanted to play." A comfortable silence was shared between the two before Takeru shattered it, musing mostly to himself, "I wonder what they're doing in there."
"Well, I highly doubt that they're talking," Taichi started slowly. "As you know, Yamato tires of that quickly."
"Sleeping?"
"He doesn't sleep in later than usual."
"You don't suppose they're...?" The blonde trailed off, a gradual smile appearing.
"I'm not confirming it or anything, I'm just saying..."
Takeru sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Heh, should we watch?"
Silence. And then...
"What! Gah--no! Of course we shouldn't watch!" Taichi made a face, "Gods, Takeru. I never knew you could be such a..."
"Pervert?"
"...Yeah."
******
Dais uke squirmed nervously, suddenly wanting to disappear. "You know, Yamato, holding me hostage would be kind of...illegal."
"Don't care." The blonde murmured, raking him over with his piercing gaze.
"No, of course you don't." The younger boy pressed himself even further into the wall as the vampire leaned closer, wishing the wall could just cave in right then.
"It just occurred to me," Yamato started, hands leaving the wall and resting on Daisuke's shoulders. "That I never got to..." he trailed off, butthe cinnamon haired boy had a good feeling what he was about to say.
"Eh...no need to rush?" The blonde raised an eyebrow at the comment.
"We're far past rushing, pet."
Before the boy could get another word of protest out, Yamato crushed his lips to the others, arms snaking around his back to pull him away from the wall and closer to him. He clearly felt the blonde thrust his tongue into his mouth and it took all Daisuke had to prevent from gagging. He writhed some more in the grasp of the taller boy, obviously wanting to be somewhere else. Yamato ignored his silent complaints, shoving him back to the wall to give them a support.
Quickly--roughly he tried desperately to get the older boy off of him but to avail he failed. Yamato continued to rape him with his burning kiss of immortal damnation, he felt it sear across his lips, over his neck, down his chest; felt the pain everywhere. After moments of battling with himself, the boy gave in, kissing the other back with just as much force, emotionally in shame at how vulnerable he was. And slowly, he sank to the floor with the other, losing every conscious thought he had.
It was wrong.
It was forbidden.
But neither cared anymore, and even though it brought pain to Daisuke to feel the vampires' scorching skin upon his own he still went through with it. Mouth on mouth, bodies tangled together as their blind, bruising passion continued. They would pay the price for their foreplay soon enough, even as they became one...they would still pay. Pay for breaking every rule known to the undead, pay for every mistake they made. Pay because the noble vampires would not allow it.
Just like they mentioned to Yamato, inside his mind where they would always be, to stay away from the boy, antichrist or not. They said he would only lead him to trouble. But he didn't listen, and for that, Yamato would suffer.
******
It was black, darker then any black the world had seen. Yet in the darkness was a presence, a presence the emitted knowledge but with a mix of anger and disappointment. A sudden light began to glow, dimly revealing six pale, beautiful creatures in a circle in the middle of a large temple. Vines covered the pillars, growing with dark flowers and other sort of nature. Dust and dirt swept the floor, but in the circle that the creatures formed was spotless. Each wore a black robe and all six of them had extremely long hair, even if they were of different colors. In the middle of them sat a book threaded with gold at the sides and a silver cover. The words on top of it were unreadable, seeming to be in a different language.
One, with silver hair, opened its eyes. No expression was born on his
face, nor in his voice as he spoke, "He has gone against our wishes."
"Broken them," another with black hair continued.
"We gave him our trust and he disobeyed us," another growled.
"And because of that-" one started.
"He will die."
End Chapter Five.
End Notes: Gah! I'm terribly sorry this was so short but I wanted to get it
out as soon as possible. I promise the next chapter will be longer, and if
it's not...then somebody can hit me upside the head or something. Anyway, I would like to give thanks to my luffly beta reader Master-san! I luff you! Okay, please R/R! I would much appreciate it =).
reviewers, but this is going to remain R and no, it'll not go up to NC-17. I
can't write lemons worth anything BUT I can write limes fairly well. Be
happy! Yay! Oh, and I ACTUALLY don't use any lyrics from any songs in this chapter! Whoo! Big step for me! Heh, yeah. Anyway, on with chapter five!
Ages -
Same as last chapter.
Satan in Satin
Chapter Five
By SaturnsFirefly
When Daisuke awoke, the first thing he noticed was that it was dark...very dark, in fact. Another thing he caught was that he was lying onsomething that was soft and incredibly cold. The boy frowned, looking upwards but the dimness prevented him from being able to see anything. He tried to shift in his uncomfortable position on his stomach and in the process of doing so his knee slipped downwards. Okay, that was strange; he thought he was on something solid.
Comprehension slowly dawned on the cinnamon haired boy at where he was and whom he was lying on top of. Daisuke pushed his hands to the side, coming in contact with a firm wall, and when he tried above him he only came up with the same results. He bit his lip, trying to remain calm as he contemplated silently on what exactly he was in.
'If I'm not in a room...and if Yamato obviously seems to be asleep, then where can I be?' Daisuke drew his brows together as he thought. 'Let's see, vampires sleep during the day, and evidently he is sleeping. Okay...oh. Oh! They sleep in coffins!'
He made a face, shuddering softly at the thought of being inside a coffin. Well, wasn't that just perfectly imperfect? Maybe there was a latch of some sort that was supposed to be used for opening the casket? After naround two minutes of trailing his hands around for a latch that clearly was there, he gave up. Apparently the only way out of here was with Yamato.
"You move around too much," came an annoyed mutter.
Daisuke froze, tensing immediately before he spoke coldly, "Why did youtake me here?"
"You passed out, remember?"
"No, not really."
Yamato sighed, "Well, you did." He briefly felt the blonde raise his arms, pushing the coffin lid open. As soon as Daisuke had enough room, he stumbled out, falling to the floor. The vampire rolled his eyes, sliding out a bit more gracefully then the other.
The blonde vampire grabbed a handful of the boys' shirt, pulling him to a stand. Daisuke yanked out of his grasp, glaring viciously at the older boy as he carefully brushed off his jeans. He looked up at him again, folding delicate, dark arms over his chest before snapping bitterly; "Do you have to stare at me like that?"
"Yes."
"Stop it, will you?"
"No."
Unnerved by the older boy, he let out a heavy breath, giving in. "Fine. I'll just be going then." Daisuke started backing away, eyes still locked with Yamato's. "Er...it was nice of you to share your...coffin with me."
He was about to turn around and exit the almost pitch black bedroom when Yamato slammed him back into the wall, hands on either side of his head, ice blue eyes glowing dangerously. A slow, twisted smile polished the artistic features of the vampire. "You are not going anywhere."
And staring deep into those glowing embers, Daisuke had a pretty good feeling that he was right.
******
'Whoever said chess was easy to figure out must have been some dolt.'
Taichi frowned as he stared blankly at the alien chess pieces in front of him before glancing up at Takeru who sat on the other side of him, gazing and frowning at the board as well.
The two vampires sat in the living room, each one on two couches opposite from each other with a coffee table in the middle and the chessboard on top. Takeru kept insisting that it was just like checkers, but Taichi, with directions in hand; told him that surely wasn't the way it was played. But when he tried to explain it to the blonde, he got lost himself, complaining that there were too many rules.
"This is ridiculous," Takeru muttered, shoving the board off the table sending the pieces of the game everywhere. He sniffed, slumping back in the couch. "Why should we play a game we don't even understand?"
Taichi shrugged. "I don't know. You're the one who wanted to play." A comfortable silence was shared between the two before Takeru shattered it, musing mostly to himself, "I wonder what they're doing in there."
"Well, I highly doubt that they're talking," Taichi started slowly. "As you know, Yamato tires of that quickly."
"Sleeping?"
"He doesn't sleep in later than usual."
"You don't suppose they're...?" The blonde trailed off, a gradual smile appearing.
"I'm not confirming it or anything, I'm just saying..."
Takeru sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Heh, should we watch?"
Silence. And then...
"What! Gah--no! Of course we shouldn't watch!" Taichi made a face, "Gods, Takeru. I never knew you could be such a..."
"Pervert?"
"...Yeah."
******
Dais uke squirmed nervously, suddenly wanting to disappear. "You know, Yamato, holding me hostage would be kind of...illegal."
"Don't care." The blonde murmured, raking him over with his piercing gaze.
"No, of course you don't." The younger boy pressed himself even further into the wall as the vampire leaned closer, wishing the wall could just cave in right then.
"It just occurred to me," Yamato started, hands leaving the wall and resting on Daisuke's shoulders. "That I never got to..." he trailed off, butthe cinnamon haired boy had a good feeling what he was about to say.
"Eh...no need to rush?" The blonde raised an eyebrow at the comment.
"We're far past rushing, pet."
Before the boy could get another word of protest out, Yamato crushed his lips to the others, arms snaking around his back to pull him away from the wall and closer to him. He clearly felt the blonde thrust his tongue into his mouth and it took all Daisuke had to prevent from gagging. He writhed some more in the grasp of the taller boy, obviously wanting to be somewhere else. Yamato ignored his silent complaints, shoving him back to the wall to give them a support.
Quickly--roughly he tried desperately to get the older boy off of him but to avail he failed. Yamato continued to rape him with his burning kiss of immortal damnation, he felt it sear across his lips, over his neck, down his chest; felt the pain everywhere. After moments of battling with himself, the boy gave in, kissing the other back with just as much force, emotionally in shame at how vulnerable he was. And slowly, he sank to the floor with the other, losing every conscious thought he had.
It was wrong.
It was forbidden.
But neither cared anymore, and even though it brought pain to Daisuke to feel the vampires' scorching skin upon his own he still went through with it. Mouth on mouth, bodies tangled together as their blind, bruising passion continued. They would pay the price for their foreplay soon enough, even as they became one...they would still pay. Pay for breaking every rule known to the undead, pay for every mistake they made. Pay because the noble vampires would not allow it.
Just like they mentioned to Yamato, inside his mind where they would always be, to stay away from the boy, antichrist or not. They said he would only lead him to trouble. But he didn't listen, and for that, Yamato would suffer.
******
It was black, darker then any black the world had seen. Yet in the darkness was a presence, a presence the emitted knowledge but with a mix of anger and disappointment. A sudden light began to glow, dimly revealing six pale, beautiful creatures in a circle in the middle of a large temple. Vines covered the pillars, growing with dark flowers and other sort of nature. Dust and dirt swept the floor, but in the circle that the creatures formed was spotless. Each wore a black robe and all six of them had extremely long hair, even if they were of different colors. In the middle of them sat a book threaded with gold at the sides and a silver cover. The words on top of it were unreadable, seeming to be in a different language.
One, with silver hair, opened its eyes. No expression was born on his
face, nor in his voice as he spoke, "He has gone against our wishes."
"Broken them," another with black hair continued.
"We gave him our trust and he disobeyed us," another growled.
"And because of that-" one started.
"He will die."
End Chapter Five.
End Notes: Gah! I'm terribly sorry this was so short but I wanted to get it
out as soon as possible. I promise the next chapter will be longer, and if
it's not...then somebody can hit me upside the head or something. Anyway, I would like to give thanks to my luffly beta reader Master-san! I luff you! Okay, please R/R! I would much appreciate it =).