Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Somewhere Only We Know ❯ Part I ( Chapter 1 )

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Me: Hello! And welcome to my story. It's an AU, PWP hentai with a lovely dash of incest. So if this doesn't rattle your chains, then you probably want to beat it. Though, if the rating didn't give you the hint, nothing I say will! Anyways, this is the first ever fanfic that I wrote specifically to post on the internet. Since discovering fanfiction.net, I've always wanted to put my own stuff up and I got right to work on it.
Tommy: *Pops his head in* Liar.
Me: Hey, shut it! *Smiles at audience* Anyways, if your going to take the time to read this: THANKS! I would appreciate feedback, and hell, even flames if you really hate it.
Tommy: *Pops his head back in* You probably will.
Me: *Grabs him by the collar* Well, if you would do your job!
Tommy: I am doing my job! You wrote this in two days, didn't you?
Me: Oh sure, thanks, and where were you when I had to write that paper for German?
Tommy: *Bares fangs* I'm your muse, not a miracle worker!
Me: *Drops the little demon to the ground* Just say your line already, will you?
Tommy: *Stands up and brushes himself off* She doesn't own neither the original story or the characters of Digimon…she's just perverted.
Me: And that's a wrap! Hey, wait…

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Somewhere Only We Know
Part I

“Kouichi!”

Kouichi looked up from the cold floor to see his brother come rushing in towards him. Tears of relief welled up in his eyes but he couldn't bring himself to say anything.

“Onii-chan,” Kouji continued, “gods, are you alright?” He began to untie the harsh cloth strips binding Kouichi's wrists together. “You look so pale. Kouichi?”

“Kouji…” Kouichi mumbled, but he said no more.

“Oh gods, Kouichi,” Kouji whispered. Kneeling down completely in front of Kouichi, Kouji wrapped his arms around his chest, supporting him, lending him his warmth.

For a moment Kouichi didn't move, he was too startled, and for the moment he was content to just feel the soft movement of Kouji's chest against his as his brother breathed. Soon, however, he was sobbing and he wrapped his arms around Kouji's neck.

Kouji felt his heart clench at Kouichi's sobs, and he felt sick to his stomach. Tears of his own began to fall, and Kouji found himself suddenly speaking.

“I'm sorry, Kouichi,” he said, crushing his fragile older brother to him. “I'm so sorry.”

Kouichi sounded confused. “Brother?”

“It's all my fault! If I hadn't--you never would have…I know you know it, and you probably hate me for it!” At this point, Kouji raised his dark blue eyes to stare at Kouichi.

Kouichi stared back, fear in his own dark blue eyes.

“Please,” Kouji begged, “don't hate me. Please. I…I can't live without you.”

“Kouji…I…”

Kouji waited for Kouichi to push him away, to tell him that he was right and that Kouichi did really hate him. But Kouichi didn't do either of them.

“I'm sorry, Kouji,” Kouichi said. “I wasn't crying because of what happened… They were happy tears. I was afraid I'd never see you again. I could never blame you, or hate you.” He paused before continuing, a small blush to his cheeks. “You…you know I love you, right?”

Even though a part of Kouji had always known, the way family always knows that other family members love them, it was a great relief to hear the words spoken aloud. A warmth he couldn't explain spread throughout his whole body, warming himself and Kouichi.

Compelled by a sudden wave of tenderness, Kouji reached up with his hand and brushed away the thick locks of dark hair from Kouichi's eyes. Then he trailed his fingers along the edge of Kouichi's face, his fingertips stopping just near Kouichi's lips. He paused and looked at his brother.

Kouichi was still leaning against him, resting his arms atop of his own. Kouji could feel the movement of his chest as his brother took in breath, and Kouichi's hands at the base of his neck and upper back, the fingers of one interlaced through his long, dark hair, were hard to forget.

Without thinking, Kouji moved his fingertips to brush against Kouichi's lips.

Kouichi was in heaven. He had never felt more protected than now in his brother's arms, though his junior he may be, and when Kouji's fingers touched his lips, he didn't even pause. Parting his lips slightly, he waited.

At first, Kouji hesitated, but then he pushed a finger forward. He was slightly startled when he felt the tip of Kouji's moist, warm tongue brush lightly against it.

Kouichi watched his brother's face as he slowly pulled the finger further into his mouth, sucking it gently and messaging it with his tongue.

Kouji let out a low groan. Every sensation Kouichi gave him with his tongue to his finger was sending waves of pleasure throughout his whole body, but mostly, to his groin.

Kouichi loved the look of excitement on his brother's face and he continued his administrations to Kouji's finger. Kouji, however, had locked his slightly glazed eyes on his and now he removed his finger from Kouichi's mouth. At first, Kouichi was slightly disappointed, but shock soon replaced disappointment.

Upon removing his finger, Kouji had leaned down and pressed his lips softly against Kouichi's.

Kouichi stared wide-eyed at Kouji, and Kouji stared wide-eyed back. However, neither of them moved from each other. After a moment, Kouji became emboldened and he parted his lips and stuck his tongue out. With it, he traced the outline of Kouichi's lips, who closed his eyes and moaned quietly in returned.

“How…”

Kouichi opened his eyes and looked at Kouji when he felt the soft word spoke against his lips. Kouichi didn't speak, however. He didn't need to. His soul was in his eyes, asking Kouji to continue what he had begun to say.

“How is it that you can look so much like me, but still be so much more beautiful?”

Kouichi smiled softly. “You're right, brother,” he replied. “We do look alike, however, it is not that I am beautiful, but that you make me feel beautiful.”

“Hn,” Kouji said, disbelievingly.

Kouichi reached up and pressed his lips back against Kouji's, in turn tracing along Kouji's lips with his own tongue. Kouji opened his mouth and their two tongues met, greeting each other for the first time, tenderly, hesitantly.

After a few moments, Kouichi and Kouji paused in their explorations, eyes locked on one another. Unspoken, an agreement passed between them. Mutual feelings grew and exploded.

Kouji pressed his lips back against Kouichi's harshly, mouth open, tasting everything about his brother that he could. Kouichi responded eagerly, wrapping his soft arms around Kouji's neck and raising his body higher to press harder against Kouji.

Kouji reached his arms around Kouichi's slender waist and down to his round ass. Gripping him firmly, Kouji pulled Kouichi up on top of his thighs and into his lap even as Kouichi was pressing up against him.

Once there, Kouichi began to rub his groin against Kouji's, their growing excitements beginning to press against each other through the fabric of their clothes. Both twins let out a gasp of surprise.

Kouji rubbed back against Kouichi, and at the same time let his kisses wander down Kouichi's neck and over his chest. At once, he found a small pert nipple and he began to suckle it through Kouichi's thin shirt.

Kouichi moaned in pleasure and began to feverishly pull Kouji's shirt up and over his head. Kouji continued to tease the nipple through the shirt, while his hands began to unbutton it. Once they were free of their shirts, they were free to explore each other with their hands, lips and tongues.

The heat of their passion seemed to warm the small, cold room and the stone floor didn't seem half so uninviting as it had before. Though there was actually little light in the room, the world seemed bright for the twins on the floor.

Kouichi ran his hands down Kouji's chest and halted just above his bellybutton, the edges of one of his hands just barely brushing against the tip of Kouji's manhood. Kouichi paused.

Kouji looked up at his brother when he stopped moving and noted then where Kouichi's hands were. He looked questioningly at Kouichi and they looked at each other for a moment, reading each other's eyes.

Slowly then, Kouichi moved his hands down and brushed over the bulge in Kouji's pants. Kouji could barely suppress the groan when an intense hit of pleasure nearly drowned him. Watching Kouji's face eagerly, Kouichi began to rub his hand softly over the bulge, up and down, up and down, and then under the fabric of Kouji's pants.

Kouji gasped when he felt his brother's hand pulling at his stiff cock. As good as it felt, however, Kouji felt overcome with a greater desire to pleasure his older brother first.

Firmly, Kouji grabbed his brother's waist and lifted him from his thighs. He set a surprised Kouichi down on his bottom on the floor and then lowered him down on his back. Kouji leaned over him and began to kiss him again. He then kissed/licked a trail down his neck and over his nipples, across his bellybutton and finally over the bulge in his brother's own pants.

Swiftly, Kouji unhitched the fastening on Kouichi's pants and pulled them down over his slim hips. Kouichi helped by lifting himself up and Kouji threw the pants in vaguely the same direction of their shirts. After Kouji removed the thin cloth slip-on shoes Kouichi was wearing, he sighed appreciatively. Now, Kouichi was bared completely to his younger brother and his face flushed with self-consciousness as Kouji made no secret of devouring the sight of Kouichi's slender, pale body with his ravenous eyes.

Finally, Kouji shook his head. “No, brother,” he said. “Even without me, you would be beautiful.”

Kouichi flushed more and shook his head. “No, no one likes the dark.”

Kouji smiled. “I don't know about that. I always prefer my light with a little bit of dark in it.”

“Prove it,” Kouichi said, boldly, and he almost startled in spite of himself, but lost track of his thoughts when he felt himself suddenly being engulfed by Kouji's hot, wet mouth. Lowering his head back against the floor, Kouichi began to pant.

“Uhhnn, Kouji…” he began to groan.

Kouji responded by flicking his tongue over the tip of Kouichi's manhood, which caused Kouichi to nearly scream with pleasure. Smiling somewhat, Kouji pushed Kouichi into his mouth as much as he could and then began to suck him wildly. Pulling his mouth up and down over Kouichi's erection, as swiftly as he could. He held onto Kouichi's bucking hips with his hands.

“Oh gods, Kouji!” Kouichi gasped, his breathing labored. His arms flailed around on the ground, desperate for something to grab on to. “Ahhhh, shit!”

Lost in the sensations, Kouichi's entire body stiffened and he clenched his hands into fists as his orgasm sped through him like lightning.

Kouji felt Kouichi's cock become suddenly harder than ever before and it was quickly followed by a gush of hot, salty liquid. Kouji continued to suck the softening appendage gently before it slid completely from his mouth.

Kouichi was still in shock from the first orgasm of his life to speak or move, so Kouji crawled up and over his brother to plant small kisses on his neck and lips.

“I…was going to…pleasure you…first,” Kouichi finally got out, and Kouji smiled down at him.

“Onii-chan first,” he replied. “As the elder of us two, it is your obligation to experience things first.”

Kouichi smiled softly at him, but then he looked down between them. Kouji's erection was still evident and was pressing up against his belly button. He looked back up into Kouji's eyes

“And what about you?” he asked. “Don't you want to take your pleasure?”

Kouji smiled. “What do you suggest?”

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Author's Note: Onii-san, as far as I understand, means “older brother.” The -chan suffix is a sort of endearment (such as a girl to her best girl friend), and thus in my text is just some fluff between Kouji and his big brother. *Grin* I just love twins. Oh, another thing. Maybe you're wondering where they are. The answer to that is: I don't know! It's just the place they were in when Tommy came up with it.
Tommy: *Sigh* Sorry…

 

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