Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ secret sleep ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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Secret Sleep - Chapter Five

by Wormmonsoul

(Daisuke's POV)

My diary. I wouldn't post it on Livejournal, but I write some things in it from time to time. I love to look through it when I have to do my homework and don't want to. Jun is usually curled up in the corner of the sofa, head buried in another glossy girl's magazine, as I read my entries.

February, 12

Wednesday

I ask Ken when he appears in Odaiba to please please please and sugar on top let me sleep over at Yamato's place. How do I convince him? Easy, I say I miss him…

They are so impatient they don't wait for me to fall properly asleep… kissing heavily, tongues included … on the bed … very horny. He sucks the front of Ken's neck. NB: The lube is placed in the first upper drawer inside Yamato's pink sock. It doesn't take them much time to find it and use it. They have a bedside lamp lit, which is very handy for spying.

Ken (squeezes the tube and panics): Yamato, we've run out of lubricant!

By that time Yamato has drawn Ken's legs around his hips and his hands wander about the inner side of his hips. Today it's Ken's turn to be on bottom.

Yamato: Oh no! (stops kissing Ken's earlobe) Check it again! There WAS some!

Ken: NOTHING!

Yamato: I've no spare lube.... Why does it have to happen now?! (hopefully) Vaseline?

Ken (with disgust): No!

Yamato: Okay, okay... Let's think up something to serve as lubrication... Massage oil?

Ken: Yuck! It stinks.

Yamato: I thought you liked lavender.

Ken: No, I like ilang ilang. But if you want to sleep covered in oil, you're on bottom.

Yamato: No way, handsome! My ass's gonna hurt and I'm supposed to run a marathon for PE tomorrow. Beside other five classes. Look at my timetable!

They scrutinize Yamato's timetable in the poor yellow light. Ken presses his lips together and his eyes darken with annoyance. He's so adorable! I can understand his irritation. He hasn't been with his lover for a week because of school and all, and now that they won some time together they can't even fuck.

Yamato: Look, I'll go search for some oil, okay sweetheart?

Ken: (nods his head reluctantly) Okay...

Yamato returns empty handed in long fifteen minutes. He nervously scratches his chin.

Yamato: It looks like we've run out of oil, body lotion and even my tonic.. Ken, how can you be so horny?! I told you NOT to use my tonic for that!...

Ken: Me horny? You bastard! I don't even ask what you were stuffing up my ass all that time! (he pushes the blonde away with his hands)

Yamato: Hon, I'm gonna be careful. We don't really need a lube… If it hurts I'll stop.

Ken: I'm not convinced!

Yamato steadies Ken's hips against his groin. His hands massage his thighs and drive his legs apart, kissing him behind the ears and whispering nonsense. Ken succumbs to caress, and when Yamato guides his warm hand upwards his stomach and fingers his nipple, he half-closes his eyes. He gives up.

Yamato: (in a pleasant rough voice) I'll be careful...

Ken moans: Blow me first?

Yamato raises the boy to sit on the windowsill. Ken props his shoulders against the dark glass, he drives his legs apart so that the blonde could slip into the embrace of his knees. The blonde head goes you-know-where to do you-know-what to you-know-whom. This is not the most interesting part.

The most interesting part is watching Ken; how his mouth opens with breathless moans, how his stomach billows with hungry breathing. His eyes are pooled by moonlight when he turns and rubs his head on the cold window glass; there is no sense in those eyes. They're just beautiful when he comes. He pushes up on his hands to give full taste of himself to Yamato when the sexual daze seizes him. The taller boy stretches his hands to catch Ken and lower him on the bed.

Yamato: Relax…

Yamato turns Ken on his stomach and enters him steadily. Ken buries his face in the pillow and whimpers to hurry up and stop the torture. A few moments pass and he quietly lets Yamato do everything. I'm worried and I think the blonde is worried as well. We both know that if Ken doesn't scream he hurts.

Yamato: Are you alright, Ken-chan..

He draws the silent boy up into his lap and spills swift kisses on his tense throat and rich hair. Ken gasps and cringes. His hand grips Yamato's hips. He closes his eyes. Yamato continuously kisses his neck and shoulders but Ken doesn't relax. His breathing is heavy. I don't believe it but Yamato doesn't stop, he hurts him badly, dammit! Ken is completely silent and his knuckles tremble as they clench the skin of Yamato's hip.

Their hips move together. There is a scream. Ken arches his back and turns his head to catch Yamato's earlobe between his lips. The blonde's thrusts grow harder.

Another scream. Ken says in a hoarse voice, "Yama, take.. me!"

Yamato's hands are all over him, hiding his beautiful body from me, his fingers cover his nipples and his erection is in his hand. Dammit, Ken writhes all over that body, fucked raw through pain, and the price for it is a single moment of release… he moans… he shudders… It's not orgasm yet. I know…

February, 15

Saturday

Today Ken is very horny. He fiddles with Yamato's shorts under the blanket hurrying him to take them off so that they can get down to business.

Yamato: Wait!!!

He sucks in Ken's fingers and runs his tongue over his nails.

Yamato (resolutely): I'm on top! With nails like this you'll make me walk funny for days.

Ken: Don't be such a girl. It's my turn to fuck you. Can't you take a little pain?

Yamato: I just don't like feeling your nails up my ass for two days, honey.

Ken: Okay! I'll trim them! Where's the nailfile?!!

He sweeps the blanket from the bed, wraps it around his waist and thus dressed, goes to open the wardrobe slide door. He roams the shelf squinting in poor light and finally his hand emerges with a small nailfile in it. Ken jumps back in bed and start trimming his nails, humming to himself. Yamato warily watches him. Finally Ken sticks two of his fingers down his partner's throat.

Ken: That's good enough for your ass?

Yamato: No.

Ken: Drama queen! You fucked me without a lube and I didn't squeak a bit and tonight it's a universal crime if I leave you with a little scratch. Injustice is the cross I have to bear throughout my life, am I right?

Yamato: Hmmm, whatever you say.

Ken smirks. Yamato snatches the nailfile from him and Ken chases him on the bed. Soon, the blonde is positioned on his back, and Ken resumes trimming his nails. Yamato rolls over, lifts the blanket of his legs and starts suck-kissing his stomach.

Ken: Just a reminder, you're still on bottom. Good enough?

He offers the three of his fingers to Yamato's mouth. Yamato nods and starts doing something crazy with his tongue and Ken's fingers…

They have sex, and after that Ken turns to Yamato with a smile.

Ken: Happy Late Valentine's Day.

February, 19

Wednesday

If you're in business as long as I have been you know that dates are essential part of it. So when Ken discusses their next date, I prick my ears.

Ken: Let's see. You're sleeping over at Taichi's place on Friday. Saturday is Takeru's birthday, and Sunday I need to cram for my test. Tuesday?

Shit, I forgot Takeru's turning 14. Oh, what an incredible chance to go shopping with Ken! It means him and I alone for two or three hours!

Yamato: Why not Monday?

Ken: Uhmmm, Monday I have an appointment with my urologist.

Yamato raises a brow: Is it something I need to know?

Ken: Oh don't worry, Yama, I'm not sleeping around. Are you? (Yamato shakes his head.) The awful thing is my mom's always present. And when the doctor asks me whether I had any sexual intercourses, I say no.

Yamato: They still believe you're a virgin?

Ken: Oh it'll be such a shock for them... But they still expect me to be their fragile obedient son, so they wouldn't even hear it if I let my tongue slip about it. I itch to try.

Yamato asks in doubt: Fragile? Obedient? 'Appear to be fucked up mentally endangered?' Virgin? (he chuckles) Oh boy, even my father's not so ... simple-minded.

Ken: Tuesday, then?

Yamato: Yeah…

He draws Ken into his arms and they lie side by side, contemplating the shadows.

Ken asks in a whisper: Can I fuck you?

Yamato: Yeah…

I just love their conversations.

March, 25

Tuesday

I'm wondering if they believe I'm soundly asleep when Ken is screaming in the course of sex and I think they believe so. It's funny in some way. I mean they probably think I won't understand what they are doing if I wake up at night. Well, if I did something stupid like wake up and make it known, I'd act on it. I'd do anything just to keep my secret.

The stories they tell about me, that I sleep like a log, are true. There was one story - Takeru loves it - about the TV set. Jun told him. I had TV on a table and one night it crushed on the floor. My parents ran from their bedroom to check on the racket and I was carelessly sleeping next to the smashed TV. They know that the only way to wake me up is to fling me against the wall. Although I prefer what Ken is doing every morning: he patiently sits at my side and whispers 'Dai-chan', 'sleepyhead' over and over again until I understand this is not a dream. I love to wake up to his voice.

What else I love about him? The way he gives himself to Yamato.

What do I know about him? He enjoys a bit of violence from time to time.

What does he do when he wants sex? Purr and gropes Yamato in all the right places.

What does he do when he doesn't want sex? Tell Yamato that he kisses worse than Takeru.

I want to seduce him but I'm not subtle and I don't feel up to the task.

March, 31

Monday

I'm way too excited to go to sleep. They haven't got to have sex yet and after being a whole week away from them (Ken didn't invite me to sleep over and I was really worried) I want to see it. I'm barely breathing watching the minutes change on my phosphoric wristwatch: three in the morning. I'm an addict, alright.

"Yama, remember Friday night?" Ken whispers a suggestion. "I liked it."

"Uhm," the blonde says dreamily. "The pleasure was all mine."

Ken giggles, "Let's?"

"Daisuke's here, you know. There are some things that I can't do even if Daisuke sleeps through it. Call it modesty."

The dark-haired boy pouts and Yamato kisses him on lips.

"Do you want me to stop inviting Daisuke?" Ken says calmly. My heart skips a bit. I don't want him to choose between his lover and me. "Do you, Yamato?"

"Ken-chan, you can bring the whole party to my place - only don't ask me to fuck you in front of them."

"Daisuke isn't a party. He's my friend," Ken continues coolly. "Do you have any problem with it, Yamato?"

"I'll tell you my little problem: I don't mind that Daisuke is here when we have sex, only your screams can wake the dead, dear Ken-chan."

"Fuck," Ken says, "I'm so sorry."

Yamato hisses and catches Ken's lips with his teeth and sucks on them. It's his unique way to tell Ken to not talk shit. Oh, how I wish to sink my teeth into those red lips, so red they seem almost black in the dark bedroom...

Ken peacefully kisses back. Yamato's hand dives between their bodies to attach to Ken's groin. I know it is so because Ken is immediately aroused and arching under the teasing motion under the blanket. He is of course more aroused at the idea of what is possibly going to happen... I can imagine it too... His mouth opens to Yamato's tongue. But he's a playful son of a bitch. He twists his tongue round the intruder and with a purring laughter easily wards off the attack on his mouth...

From where I rest, I can see it all in moonlight. Yamato changes his tactics: his hand on Ken's groin works faster, Ken writhes and moans - his tongue is too paralysed to withstand the siege and the blonde boy slams their lips together.

I want to do that too.

Ken's moans become insistent. He opens his eyes, already black with passion, and his nimble like spiders fingers run into Yamato's shorts. At first, the blonde doesn't know that he is trapped, but then he throws his head back, hissing the air in between his watered lips and falls on his back. Ken is on him in an instant.

"Ken, wait...!" Yamato begs.

"Mng..." Ken moans compassionately; he presses their groins together and moves in short dashes - forward, back, forward, back. It's harsh and sweet, and it makes my mouth water.

"Yes..." I barely whisper, "Yes..."

"Oh, love you, Ken..." Yamato moans. The motion carries him away. Well?!!... I'm impatient.

Then he bursts his hips up and Ken is flying off him with a protesting cry. He nearly rolls over the edge of the bed when Yamato catches him. He laughs. Ken kicks him. I groan with disappointment, I hoped Ken would be on top this time.

"See, I don't mind your Daisuke," Yamato says smiling.

"Yama? Let's invite him Friday? He seems so lonely. I feel bad for spending so much time with you."

Yamato strokes his ribs with one finger and Ken occasionally wriggles. He hardly ever minds the blanket and now it's slipping to show the lower part of his back, that graceful line, the crevice of your spine that encounters the crevice of your ass.. Uhm, I forgot to say that sometimes Ken sleeps naked? Oops... Ken draws his thumb up Yamato's chest and twists his nipple. The blonde's chest is his weakness.

"Daisuke is asleep..." Ken continues to twist his nipple.

"Read my lips, Ken: NO WAY."

Ken takes a deep breath. Yamato realizes his intention and throws him on the bed, smothering him with his pillow, but he is late and Ken screams on top of his voice, "DAISUKE!!!"

I nearly jump out of my skin. An angry banging is heard in the next apartment. I promptly shut my eyes, do my snoring act and pull the blanket over my head.

"What was that, Ken?" Yamato hisses.

"It's not like he hears it..." says my Ken-chan. I'm trying to not die with laughter.

"That was stupid! You just ruined your public image, Your Perfection, Genius-sama!"

Ken fights for breath, wriggles free and grins at Yamato.

"I ruined it a long time ago when I started sleeping with you."

Yamato kisses the tip of his nose. "You enjoyed last Friday? Why didn't you tell me? I thought I was too rough."

"Tell you what?" Ken's voice takes a whispery tint. "That I love it when you tie me down and do everything I tell you to do?"

I can imagine Ken tied to.. err, to what Yamato can tie him here? A door handle?

"That I love to interrupt your cooking and have sex with you in the kitchen…"

Kitchen. My thoughts speed up. A table. Tied to the table. Holy... I EAT behind that table!!!

"… or rather make you go mad with me and force you to have sex with me. Yes, I like it when you throw me on the table and the plates and cups crush into little pieces on the floor. And then, you tie my hands and I can't escape you…"

Yamato smiles. "You started food fight and I had to tie you down."

"But strawberries looked good on you, how could I resist…"

"And those strawberries ended up on you in the end," the blonde said wistfully.

Strawberries and cream. Yamato licking it from Ken's body... This is just too good. I break into sweat. If you come to think about it, Ken doesn't like strawberries, though in my wildest dreams he likes everything I push into his mouth. I want to scream, I want to see him like this, covered with smashed strawberries and their sticky smell. It's too hot, I need to jump up and stick my head out of the window to cool it off. And then, a cold bath.

"Is there any left in the kitchen?" Ken asks innocently.

"No." The blonde pulls the smaller boy down. "Come here, time for goodnight kiss.."

Ken tilts his head in a forced agreement.

No sex, and I'm frustrated!!!

April, 2

Tuesday

Kaiser was there and as much as I don't like Kaiser's ways in bed I enjoyed it. I liked Yamato in pain. No, I don't want to think about it. This is sick, Daisuke!

Forget all about the Kaiser. Soon they will have beautiful sex again. I'll wait.

April, 4

Friday

I'm not only a voyeur. I'm a chronologist. Every detail is carefully written in my memory. I can remember dates, which is a surprise, because I can't remember dates in History. For me it's like theatre, where two best actors improvise a play. Like art. And I want to treasure it. Missing the chance to see them do something new is out of the question. Even as I pen those last lines I glance worriedly at the clock that tells me that in half an hour I'm going to Yamato for a sleep over - for a Friday night sleepover - to see him fuck.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~a/n

Considerable changes in next chapter. Stay tuned! ^_^

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