Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ secret sleep ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Ken, Yamato, Daisuke and other characters of Digimon. This is a lemon.

Their sex is fascinating.

That's why I love it so much. Don't tell me voyeurism is bad, I know it, thanks. This is outrageous how they manage to fuck each other without letting anyone of the Chosen know about it. First, they aren't much affectionate towards each other in public. I myself act more affectionate towards Ken than Yamato does. They wear a mask of coolness for the sake of the rules of society. Miyako and Hikari do that too. (I've already told you that they are lovers). Takeru has an angelic hopeful attitude of his and I couldn't believe it when I heard Ken telling Yamato that his little brother was scheming under the table to molest me and fuck me, to quote Ken, `unconscious'. How stupid, am I the only virgin or what?

There is only one person who I would sleep with and that's the only person who doesn't want me. Ken says I'm his best friend in the world. (See me blush!) Yes, Ken is my friend, and he is good in maintaining that.

He loves Yamato. It's not about a good fuck, it would have been easier to break them up if it was so. They fuck each other because they trust each other and there is nothing I can do about it. When they are in bed, when they are doing questionable but extremely pleasant things, they don't need me.

Do I hate Yamato?... Well, he sort of betrayed me when he, who gave me the Digimental of Friendship, stole my friend from me. There were times when my ultimate dream was to tell Taichi about the peculiarities of his Ken loving. I respect him a bit because he somehow stands Ken's bedtime tricks. But his attitude confuses me. He doesn't mind Ken's screams and he isn't embarrassed to hear him whisper other names on the summit of his orgasm as long as it's him who's driving the little boy to orgasm.

So, you are wondering, probably, if Ken is always on bottom...

No, he isn't. Are you smiling? Are you thinking about that Kaiser whip, perhaps? You are perfectly right.

I have a strange fascination for whips. Long leather handles and glistening powerful leather cords, long, curled on the floor as if in ambush. Black ones, silver gilded, heavy with power - like those I glimpsed in the window of the sex shop in Shinjuku. I could stare at them for hours on end and dream... I want to have one for my birthday. (And Ken would ask me to borrow it, perhaps...) Humph, I was never smart.

There was never THE whip but there are ways for pain other than that. Nails, for example. Ken has long sharp nails; he ploughs Yamato's back with them. Teeth. When Ken bites him the Kaiser's laugh resonates in his mouth and against Yamato's painfully red skin.

In their relationship there is no room for mistakes because Ken knows millions of little tricks to make Yamato writhe and scream. He uses a bit of sadistic trifles now and then. And the fact that he loves bondage to death keeps me awake at night.

When Ken is on top it's my favorite part.

Sometimes when Ken is on top he is terrifying…

The night was too dark when the wind carried the heavy clouds to hide the moon. It seemed infinite in its darkness. My hands shivered, holding the blanket to my chest.

"I won't hurt you."

I woke up to that emotionless voice and for a single moment halfway out of my disturbing dream I was again there, on my knees in the stone trap valley of another world. Seeing you squirm is so delicious.

Yamato had woken up to the cold whisper and saw Ken carefree leaning against the window. Naked, he was twisting a collar of a white shirt in his hands. The blonde sat up. Ken slid down into his lap, embracing Yamato's back with his legs. His hands moved along the blonde's body and gathered away the blanket.

"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered and placed his open mouth on Yamato's.

"Ken, I want to sleep…" he averted his face and pushed the dark-haired boy away. Mistake.

All of a sudden, Ken grabbed the handful of Yamato's hair and yanked his head back forcing him to a gasp. His mouth covered the lips of the young boy and he bit through. The blonde gave a shocking cry of protest.

"Down." I silently watched Ken pin Yamato to the bed.

He was strong. He always had nice trained arms if not a bit slim. Actually I agree with Yamato that Ken could make a pretty girl with his tight little ass and long legs. Hardly anyone could tell that he could easily throw a boy three years older than him over his shoulder.

Knees that were lovingly embracing his back now pointed sharply to his ribs. The blonde struck the hand away from his torso. Ken slapped him across the face. It was like feeling the wrath of Kaiser again and again.

The shirt, he fingered earlier, was wrapped around Yamato's wrists, a tight knot was cutting the blood circulation off; I suspected it from the sound of the ripped fabric and Yamato's painful cry. He hauled the musician's hands over his head and tied the loose ends of the shirt to the bars under the mattress.

"Ken?" Yamato said and tried to get loose. He had his elbows edge into the headboard and his numb fingers embrace the bars. His pale body was exposed, his chest was raised and his ribs looked vulnerable as he inhaled deeply. This didn't look good. "Ken?" A whimper. "Let me go, okay?"

Ken growled and his long sharp nails sank into Yamato's sides. Yamato hissed and his back strained with pain. Ken's tongue glided from the erected nipple down the ribs following the line of scratched skin. I winced involuntary watching Ken lick the swollen area. Yamato pushed his body up in an attempt to shake the violating tongue off his skin. The headboard stopped his progression.

His partner was in control and Yamato froze, realizing that.

Ken pressed Yamato's hips to the bed with his hands and guided his tongue into the bellybutton.

"Please, stop!.." Yamato jerked like a hooked fish.

He rubbed his forehead on the part of his stomach below the navel. And he laughed when he reached the waistband of his shorts. He laughed as if he had invented a very nasty trick.

One finger picked a drop of blood and smeared it across the blonde's cheekbone. Ken stretched atop of him while his toes hooked the blonde's knees and spread his legs. He lowered his mouth to pinch his lip and smiled wickedly. The sharp tip of his tongue lapped on the inner side of his shoulder. He abruptly clenched his teeth over the skin. The blonde boy jerked and gasped a soundless scream.

"Ken... don't!" he panted with a small pleading tone in his voice.

The dark-haired boy slid his hand in his shorts and stroked his cock. Yamato half-mouthed half-whimpered a name that started with a 'K'...

Ken? Kaiser?

It was cold. I wrapped my blanket around my body. I didn't want to watch. It was sick. The unpleasant thought was nagging me: if back in the valley my friends hadn't arrived to help me fight Kaiser, would I have been tortured just like Yamato? I wanted Ken to turn normal. There was always a possibility for me to wake up and announce that I wanted to use the bathroom. I was proud of my trademark process of waking up. First, I would make a lot of sleepy noises, say funny things, kick the blanket, you name it.. Maybe, I would do it later… But now it was best to be ignored...

The rustle stopped, there was a moan and I opened my eyes unable to fend off my sick curiosity.

Ken mounted Yamato's hips, naked, his left cheek and shoulder washed with moonlight. His hair was tousled in sickeningly familiar spikes.

"Please...you're so beautiful.."

"Quiet."

God, he screamed when Ken fingered the cuts on his ribs. His mouth attached to his solar plexus and after kissing and sucking the skin, teeth were thrusted in his chest. The body of the blonde twitched and he threw his head to the side and yelped into his shoulder. He couldn't breathe.

Ken toyed with the bite, and moved downward leaving purple-red marks of his teeth, that stayed visible for three days... Yamato kicked the bedsheets. To punish him, Ken moved his nails across his hips and buttocks.

Maybe I should have stopped them…

"No, please, ah!.."

Begging didn't help and Ken clasped his hand around the base of Yamato's cock. He ran his fingers to the tip to make sure the erection would be there. Then he ran his mouth on the length of the cock with the same insane chuckle. The blonde moaned and tugged fiercely at his bondage.

Ken positioned himself between the blonde's legs and swatted his knees apart. The right hand steadied Yamato's hip and the left hand milked the swelling cock into his mouth, making the body of the musician spasm.

"Ah.."

Ken sucks Yamato and Daisuke watches. Bad Daisuke… In the dim light of the moon I strained to glimpse more.

Yamato came into his mouth but the indigo-haired tyrant didn't wait for him to stop ejaculating; he crawled up his body and grabbing his chin with a firm hand, lowered his mouthful of sperm to Yamato's lips. The blonde violently shook his head, failed and with very wide eyes found himself with a load of come down his throat.

"Swallow it."

Ken attacked his mouth with his tongue and Yamato swallowed, and Ken laughed.

"Bitch."

I doubled in two under my blanket and tried not to be sick. Ken returned to his previous place in between his legs except he drew Yamato's knees around his back. He pushed two sperm-coated fingers into him.

"Please, the lubricant," I whispered at that point under the blanket. "At least, use the lube..."

The blonde was numb with shock and didn't respond to anything. Maybe it was to the best because Ken pushed his cock inside and from the painful hiss that escaped his clenched teeth I guessed he pushed to the hilt. He groaned and his fingers closed around Yamato's hips.

"Bitch..."

Yamato was gasping and pulling on his bonds and Ken, Ken was fucking him.

Oh, but he was so beautiful like that. He breathed and his ribcage expanded heavily and he swayed slightly, holding on to the blonde's hips. Sweat gathered on his shoulders, I could see it in the moonlight. He was captured by the spasms of pain of the body under him and I could almost see it in his eyes that he liked it when Yamato tried to get free. The blonde's elbows banged against the headboard when Ken initiated the rocking motion and the banging got harder, because he didn't stop.

"Wait!.. Ken…"

There would be bruises in the morning. Taichi would be wondering where Yamato got those teeth marks. The muscles would hurt for two days and it would be difficult to bend. Sitting would be next to impossible. And Yamato had no pleasure from it. It was a wonder that Ken didn't break his neck in the process of fucking him.

And I was so hard, I could come if I moved my leg. The smell of sperm and sweat was pounding on my brain like an aphrodisiac.

"Ah!.."

Spending his sperm and Ken screamed silently into Yamato's raised stomach and finally froze in that position, shoulders twitching until his orgasm left.

I really really wanted to go to the bathroom. I would have died if I didn't go ...

Ken's face was buried in Yamato's stomach as if he had fallen asleep. And then I heard faint sobs.

"I'm sorry..." That voice was full of tears. "Yamato, I'm so sorry...You'll leave me?" Ken raised his wet face. "You hate me?"

Yamato whispered something weakly and Ken moved up to untie his partner and massage life into his arms.

"I'm sorry.." he whispered kissing his shoulders and his chest and every purple bite. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault."

"Hmmm..."

"I'm sorry." A sob. "You'll leave me?" he asked hopelessly.

Yamato drew Ken into his shaking arms. "Shhhhh, baby. Don't cry. You're so kind and beautiful.."

"I'm ... horrible!"

"Sometimes. But I'll even the count."

Ken gave a sobbing chuckle. "I couldn't… hold it off…" he said. Yamato ran his fingers through the dark silky mass of hair, tangling the straight strands with his fingers. It was black and white in the dark bedroom.

Honestly, I was going to burst. I needed a relief!!! Operation 'slow awakening'.

"Mmmmmmmmm..."

"Daisuke-kun?" Ken whispered. He hunted for the blanket and Yamato pushed the window open a squeak to air the room.

"Mama?" It's better to fool around a bit...

"Daisuke, are you asleep?"

"Ken? Where am I...? Oh, hi, Yamato!"

"What's wrong, Daisuke?"

Ken had moved from Yamato's arms to his side of the bed. The blonde reached for the bedside lamp and hit the switch; the room was suddenly lit with yellow light and I rubbed my eyes.

"Nightmare?" the musician's concerned voice brushed against my skin. He had really nice voice after sex. Nightmare? The sight of you and Ken was one for sure.

"Need to use the bathroom," I said. "What time is it?"

"Err... four thirty eight," Ken answered and lay back into the arms of his lover.

"Can you kill the light? My eyes hurt," I complained and quickly slipped out of the room while their eyes readjusted to the dark. They didn't need to see my erection.

Wow, that was something. It was the first time I saw them like this. Ken was scary. I fought so hard to destroy Kaiser in him but it looked like my job is not finished. I was not going to give up - I couldn't accept evil even if it was a part of Ken. It's a wonder that Yamato forgave him..

The bedroom was pierced with moonbeams. I stopped behind the door and understood that my absence was longer than expected. Would there be questions? I peered into the room.

There wouldn't be any questions.

Ken and Yamato were kissing so hot that you could see steam in the air. Their moans were blended between their mouth and the tongues flashed like two knives. I didn't believe it. They wanted sex even after Kaiser or whoever it was possessing Ken raped Yamato?

The lubricant was pushed off the bed by the impatient kicking of Ken's legs. Oh my... there we go again. And I promised not to watch... The blanket disappeared and the lithe form of the indigo-haired boy was free for observation as it straddled Yamato's hips.

"You won't leave me?" Ken asks.

"God, no. Ahhhhhhh!... not... fair... Ken!"

The smaller boy took Yamato's cock inside his lubricated ass with few bouncing motions. I waited outside. What were they thinking?!!!

Two long legs wrapped the tall blonde boy's hips and sharp peaks of his knees were grazing his ribs. Yamato lunged forward on his elbows. Ken ran his trembling hands over his stomach and arched forward until his lips reached the broad chest. Butterfly kisses were spilled everywhere, crossing the nipples and collarbone.

"Ohhh.. so nice…"

The faint sounds of moaning were like the wind in the dark room. This vision is going to haunt me: the moon is full and hangs ripe over the window; the room is cut into contrasting white and black; the wall is brightly lit and on it Ken's dark shadow brushes his lips over the flat chest of the musician boy.

They moved together comfortably, building the tension for their orgasm.

Yamato pulled the wandering hands to his shoulders and the indigo-haired genius stretched his back like a cat, moaning a long moan of approval. He lay covered all over the blonde with his forehead stroking his chin.

It used to make me go crazy to witness this again and again. I loved it when Yamato rose his hips to thrust in Ken's muscles and I held my breath when the pretty dark-haired boy gasped and rubbed his forehead against his chin and lips. His unconscious moans were sometimes loud, sometimes mute. He opened his mouth and grazed the strong line of Yamato's jaw with his cheekbone, his eyelashes fluttering.

Together with the billows of his hips this sight was as captivating as the actual sex. If only Ken knew how wonderful he looked when he had sex...

"Yamahhhh…!"

The delicate dark eyebrows broke their perfect line and his mouth opened to the breathless 'ohhhhh'... It was the verge. Two more, three more hard violating thrusts and Ken strained his back, head flying, eyes wide open, he sat back, trying to stuff himself full of Yamato's hard flesh to the point when it became painful. The blonde cried and orgasmed. His fingers that were wrapped around Ken's cock clenched in spasms and the boy above burst in stammering wails while his sperm stained the blonde.

Wow, that was fast.

"Th-tha-thanks," Ken stammered. He was tired. Yamato brought him down on the pillow and the indigo-haired happily snuggled up to him. But the taller boy got up and crossed the room to his wardrobe, naked. He returned dressed in shorts, with a glass of juice in his hand. The juice was set on the bedside table - Ken would wake up and drink it in four long gulps some time after. I smirked. So that's why ever-hungry father Ishida can't find juice packs! Yamato is keeping them in the wardrobe for Ken… These guys are strange. Finally, the lube, was hidden in the drawer and the poor blanket was found under the bed and restored to its original place.

Everything was ready for my entrance. I counted to ten and crept into my warm futon.

"Goodnight, Daisuke," Yamato said.

"Goodnight, Yamato-san, goodnight, Ken."

"Mngnight..."

Some when during the long hours of the dawn they had sex again. But I could afford to miss it. I was a good boy and they didn't find me out, and that was why I would be still sleeping over Friday night.

Friday nights are important.

tsuzuku...

a/n Next chapter is going to be craaaaaazy! ^^;;;