Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ secret sleep ❯ Chapter 2
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: wormmonsoulonfire 
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.11.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.11.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Part two. Lemon, alright? You've been warned. Kenato, one-sided Daiken... Wouldn't it be fun if I owned Digimon? What I forgot in the first chapter is to say that the definition of 'voyeur' was taken from Webster's Concise Dictionary. If you're interested, there is a definition of 'masochism - the obtaining of pleasure, esp. sexual gratification, by submitting to physical or mental cruelty.' The etymology of the word comes from the Austrian writer, Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, 1835-1895. As for 'sadism' it is defined as '1. the obtaining of sexual gratification by inflicting pain. 2. A morbid delight in cruelty'; named after Comte Donatien de Sade, French writer, 1740-1814.' ^_^
They don't know I watch them.
I suppose I have an instinct that stirs me awake if anything *sexual* takes place. It is my innate sixth sense, an intuitive protection from the threat I faced in my infantile days. My parents craved for the third baby right after I was born and I subconsciously tried to stop them. I would wake up in the middle of the night and wail until they were obliged to pay attention to me and me only - no, they hadn't ever discussed it with me, but I bet it was so. I guess, I was no fun.
When I was six years old, I distinctly remember waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. I couldn't sleep. I wrapped my blanket over my body and crept to my parents' bedroom, afraid of the single noise I made, afraid of the dark. Just so you didn't think I was ignorant or silly I knew people had sex, I didn't know how they did it. My parents weren't asleep. From what I recollect, I saw my father on top of my mother under the blanket and in my blurry dozing state I saw them moving. Strange.
"Mother," I said. "Can I sleep with you?"
I don't remember the expressions on their faces, I wasn't paying attention, my vision was blurry, and as I crawled in their bed and curled by their side (Why is father sleeping on top of mother - isn't he heavy? I thought) I instantly fell asleep.
I wonder up to this day - did they continue having sex when I dozed off?
Coming back to present days, I had a shock of my life waking up to the sounds of Yamato and Ken having sex. It's not everyday you find your best friend, whom you thought completely straight, hardly fifteen years old fucking or rather being fucked by ... well, the hottest guy in the show business of Odaiba.
That night was as dark as any. I would have rather slept through it in blissful ignorance than being woken up by soft moaning and stifled gasps. Aspirated gasps...
I couldn't believe it.
I tried to convince myself that when Ken went to bed he occupied a futon and now the sounds came from Yamato's bed...
I stared at the dark wall in front of me momentously awake with my eyes wide. My breath was quick and shallow. My limbs were frozen, my mind was blocked - I attempted to prevent my thoughts approach the shattering realisation that somewhere, behind my back, in the bed by the window, in this very room... two boys... were fucking.
"Oh, my Yama!"
I hyperventilated. Water spurted out of my shocked eyes...
"Yamato!!!"
A long sumptuous moan made me jerk in disgust and bury my head in my pillow.
"Shhh..." Yamato whispered.
"Oh so good... faster... Please!"
There was a choked cry and I shook all over, unable to stop the tingles inside my spine. Strong odour of sweat hit my nostrils. I gasped for air. How I wished then to run far far away..
"Ken..."
It wasn't happening... no...
"Yes!"
I clasped my palms over my ears, pulled my legs up and rolled into a fetal position.
"Oh yes... Yamato! Yes!"
"Shh..."
Soundless pray was on my lips, my eyes watered and the darkness around me burst into broken shapeless figures..
The squeak of the bed... rustle of sheets... the unsettling gush of air as the corner of their blanket fell to the floor... Moans... Loud fervid kisses... Nauseating... My little Ken... My sweet secret love... Not him, please, God, not him...
I bit my teeth into the pillow, I guess, hard. I hate you, Yamato! I viciously wiped my tears away.
The moans, Ken's moans, broke into sobs and then grew in length and volume...
I don't know what supernatural force made me uncoil from my tense ball of anger, roll over inconspicuously and face them. One eye screwed shut, the other burning with sickening curiosity, I peeked out from under a heavy blanket and took in the dark square of the window and two merged shapes on the bed...
Ken was on his back with Yamato moving above over him, and Ken was moving too, to help Yamato. Ken threw his head back on the pillow and I could see his face distorted with pangs of lust. Yamato's hands grazed the sheets next to Ken's naked shoulders, steadying the blonde in his position.
How well I remembered everything... How acutely I felt it..
A single hand. Ken's pale hand in the moonlight, first flying from under Yamato's body, hovering for two moments in the air - the image of his delicate hand against the throbbing darkness of the window imprinted forever in my mind - then stroking Yamato's hair. Fingers pressed into his luxuriant mane, brought Yamato's head down to meet his kisses. Motions of sex were mimicked by a slow rubbing of his long fingers through the blonde strands of hair. The almost languid motion, Yamato rubbed into Ken's small arching body below him on the bed rhythmically. Their blanket remaining carelessly thrown over their bodies, risked to give in to Ken's futile shaking attempts to push it completely away (fond of nudity, he is) and slip to the floor any moment.
I saw Ken's features, his helplessly opening mouth, gasps, gasps, tip of the tongue grazing his scorching lips randomly and all the while Yamato was steadily fucking him to his utter delight.
My sickness grew. My eyes registered everything: the muscles on Yamato's shoulders bulging with effort, his torso levitating over Ken's welcoming sprawled form below. My ears caught their mutual groan, so intense that my skin crawled...
"Please... Yama!..." It was already a scream. "Please!.."
It was as though I didn't exist, they must have easily assumed I was sleeping my legs off. At some point, Ken simply stopped to care...
Then I acutely felt though I didn't see in the dark, how Yamato hooked Ken's leg under the knee and drew it up and over his back, and my little, innocent, divine Ken tilted his head back, flashing teeth, grinding his head into the pillow with each violent thrust, his black hair streaming across the whiteness of the pillow-case. He let a shiver descend his body and broken awful whimpering either from pain or sharp pleasure cut through my mind,
"Ya... ma... to..." A breathless moan. "Fuck me.." The blonde boy covered Ken's mouth with his palm to stifle his cries.
My hair stood on end.
Yamato concentrated on Ken's image while loving him roughly, and the name I loved, the short and clinking name flew from his lips,
"K-Ken."
I mouthed that name and cringed with my eyes screwed shut under my blanket. My throat was so tight, I couldn't breathe, and I swallowed hard. I was afraid to move, to make any sound that might indicate my awakening, I was afraid to stop that horrifying repulsive process, filled with beauty...
I shivered and cried soundlessly, without moving ("Yamato! YES! Yes.."), without thinking...
Beautiful... They were miraculously beautiful. And amidst that breathing and screaming beauty I knew I lost Ken. Forever. ("Yes! Yes! Oh yeeeeeeesss...") Only because it would never cross my mind to wake up in the middle of the night with a purpose to fuck him be there anyone else in the room or not...
"God, Ken... my beautiful..."
I suppose I fell asleep because of crying, long after their shallow breathing slowed down to a peaceful snuffling, after they finished whispering and ceased all movements. Next morning, I woke up nudged by Ken's patient patting my back and there was nothing extraordinary in it. Everything was the same.
"Morning, Daisuke. How was your sleep?" were Ken's words greeting me upon my awakening.
"Breakfast's ready!" Yamato's voice called out in the kitchen. "Wake up, sleepyheads!"
And at night, the two boys made shameless love. I considered being violently sick, but I knew I wouldn't be. Everything was okay.
I wonder... what was their first time like?
a/n
Shall I continue?
They don't know I watch them.
I suppose I have an instinct that stirs me awake if anything *sexual* takes place. It is my innate sixth sense, an intuitive protection from the threat I faced in my infantile days. My parents craved for the third baby right after I was born and I subconsciously tried to stop them. I would wake up in the middle of the night and wail until they were obliged to pay attention to me and me only - no, they hadn't ever discussed it with me, but I bet it was so. I guess, I was no fun.
When I was six years old, I distinctly remember waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. I couldn't sleep. I wrapped my blanket over my body and crept to my parents' bedroom, afraid of the single noise I made, afraid of the dark. Just so you didn't think I was ignorant or silly I knew people had sex, I didn't know how they did it. My parents weren't asleep. From what I recollect, I saw my father on top of my mother under the blanket and in my blurry dozing state I saw them moving. Strange.
"Mother," I said. "Can I sleep with you?"
I don't remember the expressions on their faces, I wasn't paying attention, my vision was blurry, and as I crawled in their bed and curled by their side (Why is father sleeping on top of mother - isn't he heavy? I thought) I instantly fell asleep.
I wonder up to this day - did they continue having sex when I dozed off?
Coming back to present days, I had a shock of my life waking up to the sounds of Yamato and Ken having sex. It's not everyday you find your best friend, whom you thought completely straight, hardly fifteen years old fucking or rather being fucked by ... well, the hottest guy in the show business of Odaiba.
That night was as dark as any. I would have rather slept through it in blissful ignorance than being woken up by soft moaning and stifled gasps. Aspirated gasps...
I couldn't believe it.
I tried to convince myself that when Ken went to bed he occupied a futon and now the sounds came from Yamato's bed...
I stared at the dark wall in front of me momentously awake with my eyes wide. My breath was quick and shallow. My limbs were frozen, my mind was blocked - I attempted to prevent my thoughts approach the shattering realisation that somewhere, behind my back, in the bed by the window, in this very room... two boys... were fucking.
"Oh, my Yama!"
I hyperventilated. Water spurted out of my shocked eyes...
"Yamato!!!"
A long sumptuous moan made me jerk in disgust and bury my head in my pillow.
"Shhh..." Yamato whispered.
"Oh so good... faster... Please!"
There was a choked cry and I shook all over, unable to stop the tingles inside my spine. Strong odour of sweat hit my nostrils. I gasped for air. How I wished then to run far far away..
"Ken..."
It wasn't happening... no...
"Yes!"
I clasped my palms over my ears, pulled my legs up and rolled into a fetal position.
"Oh yes... Yamato! Yes!"
"Shh..."
Soundless pray was on my lips, my eyes watered and the darkness around me burst into broken shapeless figures..
The squeak of the bed... rustle of sheets... the unsettling gush of air as the corner of their blanket fell to the floor... Moans... Loud fervid kisses... Nauseating... My little Ken... My sweet secret love... Not him, please, God, not him...
I bit my teeth into the pillow, I guess, hard. I hate you, Yamato! I viciously wiped my tears away.
The moans, Ken's moans, broke into sobs and then grew in length and volume...
I don't know what supernatural force made me uncoil from my tense ball of anger, roll over inconspicuously and face them. One eye screwed shut, the other burning with sickening curiosity, I peeked out from under a heavy blanket and took in the dark square of the window and two merged shapes on the bed...
Ken was on his back with Yamato moving above over him, and Ken was moving too, to help Yamato. Ken threw his head back on the pillow and I could see his face distorted with pangs of lust. Yamato's hands grazed the sheets next to Ken's naked shoulders, steadying the blonde in his position.
How well I remembered everything... How acutely I felt it..
A single hand. Ken's pale hand in the moonlight, first flying from under Yamato's body, hovering for two moments in the air - the image of his delicate hand against the throbbing darkness of the window imprinted forever in my mind - then stroking Yamato's hair. Fingers pressed into his luxuriant mane, brought Yamato's head down to meet his kisses. Motions of sex were mimicked by a slow rubbing of his long fingers through the blonde strands of hair. The almost languid motion, Yamato rubbed into Ken's small arching body below him on the bed rhythmically. Their blanket remaining carelessly thrown over their bodies, risked to give in to Ken's futile shaking attempts to push it completely away (fond of nudity, he is) and slip to the floor any moment.
I saw Ken's features, his helplessly opening mouth, gasps, gasps, tip of the tongue grazing his scorching lips randomly and all the while Yamato was steadily fucking him to his utter delight.
My sickness grew. My eyes registered everything: the muscles on Yamato's shoulders bulging with effort, his torso levitating over Ken's welcoming sprawled form below. My ears caught their mutual groan, so intense that my skin crawled...
"Please... Yama!..." It was already a scream. "Please!.."
It was as though I didn't exist, they must have easily assumed I was sleeping my legs off. At some point, Ken simply stopped to care...
Then I acutely felt though I didn't see in the dark, how Yamato hooked Ken's leg under the knee and drew it up and over his back, and my little, innocent, divine Ken tilted his head back, flashing teeth, grinding his head into the pillow with each violent thrust, his black hair streaming across the whiteness of the pillow-case. He let a shiver descend his body and broken awful whimpering either from pain or sharp pleasure cut through my mind,
"Ya... ma... to..." A breathless moan. "Fuck me.." The blonde boy covered Ken's mouth with his palm to stifle his cries.
My hair stood on end.
Yamato concentrated on Ken's image while loving him roughly, and the name I loved, the short and clinking name flew from his lips,
"K-Ken."
I mouthed that name and cringed with my eyes screwed shut under my blanket. My throat was so tight, I couldn't breathe, and I swallowed hard. I was afraid to move, to make any sound that might indicate my awakening, I was afraid to stop that horrifying repulsive process, filled with beauty...
I shivered and cried soundlessly, without moving ("Yamato! YES! Yes.."), without thinking...
Beautiful... They were miraculously beautiful. And amidst that breathing and screaming beauty I knew I lost Ken. Forever. ("Yes! Yes! Oh yeeeeeeesss...") Only because it would never cross my mind to wake up in the middle of the night with a purpose to fuck him be there anyone else in the room or not...
"God, Ken... my beautiful..."
I suppose I fell asleep because of crying, long after their shallow breathing slowed down to a peaceful snuffling, after they finished whispering and ceased all movements. Next morning, I woke up nudged by Ken's patient patting my back and there was nothing extraordinary in it. Everything was the same.
"Morning, Daisuke. How was your sleep?" were Ken's words greeting me upon my awakening.
"Breakfast's ready!" Yamato's voice called out in the kitchen. "Wake up, sleepyheads!"
And at night, the two boys made shameless love. I considered being violently sick, but I knew I wouldn't be. Everything was okay.
I wonder... what was their first time like?
a/n
Shall I continue?