Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Squirm ❯ Squirm ( One-Shot )

A/N: All right….what have we got. Well, this is a Daiken/Kensuke/Daikai…whatever floats your boat. All I ask is that you only read this if you enjoy yaoi. And do note that there is a hint of lemon at the end. All in good tast though. All in good taste. This take place directly after the infamous Episode Eight. You're not a real Kensuke fan if you don't know which one that is.

Standard Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine.

~Squirm~

"Hey, hand me the blue marker, would you , Miyako?"

The feisty girl of unnatural hair color looked up from the poster she was decorating and whipped a marker in the direction of the request.

"I said hand me the blue marker," Takeru grumbled, rubbing the spot on his shoulder where the missile had crashed.

Never one for empty apologies, Miyako simply shrugged. "Maybe if you didn't catch like a girl…" she teased. The little digimon at her feet giggled.

"I think that that was a stab at your manhood, Takeru," Daisuke quipped from his spot on the floor of Miyako's room. He continued coloring his particular poster, while not hiding the grin that had plastered itself upon his lips. Daisuke was never one to let his jokes go unrecognized.

Hikari placed her hand on the blonde's wounded shoulder. "Takeru's a man."

"How would you know?" Miyako asked, raising her eyebrows.

The holder of the Crest of Light aimed a grin at Daisuke that put his to shame. "I just know."

"Wha…wha…you mean…you…?" Daisuke stuttered. "You and he didn't…" The rest of the Digidestined watched with amusement as his posture went straight to hell and his eyes strained themselves with a look of sheer horror.

All, that is, except for Takeru, who turned a shade or two off from his natural skin color. "Hikari! We never…"

Hikari chuckled and winked at Daisuke, relieving his face from its contortion.

Love Triangle. It was a game they liked to play. Or rather, it was a game she liked to play.

It was also a game that Daisuke had gradually been losing interest in. Any effort in participation on his part was actually closer to formality than interest. There were tons of ways to have fun. Playing Chase Hikari was not one of them.

Girls bite and scratch. They pull hair. All in all, they make lousy playmates. At least in Daisuke's opinion.

Daisuke grumbled and went back to attacking his piece of poster board with a green marker. "Why do we have to do this anyway, Miyako? You're the one in charge of the school fair, not us. Make your own crummy posters," he complained, carefully coloring the bubble letters that advertised Odaiba Elementary's School Fair. The "fair" was actually just a bunch of student-run booths and activities set up in the school gym, but it was a big enough deal to require five kids to spend an afternoon making advertisements for it.

"Dai-chan," Miyako sighed. "We are a team. We work together."

"Yeah. In the Digital World. Not for your extracurricular activities."

Takeru smiled mockingly. "Oooh, 'extracurricular'. Big- Owww!" A green marker struck his other shoulder.

"Besides," Miyako continued, ignoring the random displays of immaturity. "This is a nice break from the Digital World and that Digimon Kaizer."

Daisuke shook his head. "I still can't believe that Ken is the Digimon Kaizer." Why Ken? Why did it have to be Ken…

Chibimon nuzzled into the crook of his partner's elbow. "Ken sure changes when he's the Digimon Kaiser. I don't think he would have said all those things to you at the soccer game."

"What things?" Takeru asked. "What did he say to you?"

Daisuke became engrossed in his coloring. He really didn't feel like discussing his encounter with Ken during their previous trip to the Digital World. Not quite at ease with his feelings towards the matter, he simply said, "Nothing."

"He didn't say nothing. He said…" Chibimon scratched his head, trying to recall the exact lines that he had heard as Buimon. "He said, "Seeing you squirm is sooo delicious", " the tiny digimon reenacted, drawing out the "so" in that rather tantalizing way that Ken had done.

Miyako's eyes widened almost comically behind her glasses. "Hmmm? He said that to you?" she asked Daisuke, who was trying to keep Chibimon's mouth under control.

"Er…"

Chibimon nodded and continued with his recital. "And then he told Daisuke to get down on his knees."

"And do what?!" Miyako interrogated, her attention now fully focused on Daisuke and his "adventures" with Ken.

"Boy," Daisuke commented to his beaming digimon. "For a little pile of fur, you've got a pretty good memory and one BIG mouth."

"Come on, Daisuke. Spill it!" Miyako pleaded. "What did Ken make you do?! Tell me every filthy detail!" Hikari smiled a little at the sudden outburst, unaware that her friend could be such a…hentai.

Takeru glanced over at Iori, who was still coloring, his tongue wedged between his teeth. "Miyako…I don't think you should imply things like that in front of-"

Iori looked up and scowled. "Oh please. Like I don't understand that joke." He looked up at the ceiling and proceeded to explain the questionable context in which Miyako had chosen to interpret Chibimon's information. "…and so Miyako is assuming that on his knees, Daisuke would then naturally-"

"Okay! Who else thinks we should change the subject? I do!" interrupted a very frantic Daisuke. "Uh… here, Miyako. I finished making your stupid poster." He pitched the sheet of cardboard in her direction.

"Much obliged, Daisuke. Now seriously," she insisted, lowering her voice. "What did Ken-"

"Argh!" Daisuke stood up and stretched. "Besides…" He cocked his head proudly. "Nobody can make the Great Daisuke do anything."

"Right…" Takeru laughed.

"Mmm hmm," Miyako agreed. "Now then, the fair is on Saturday so why don't we all meet after school on Friday to make sure everything is ready."

Daisuke thought this over. "Wait, wait, wait. Why do I need to be there?"

The purple-haired Digidestined went back to coloring. "Because you're helping. Problem?" She glared at the boy.

"Um, no."

* * * * *

"Can I have some ice cream, Daisuke?" asked Chibimon a total of three seconds after they stepped inside Daisuke's apartment.

He poked his head around the corner to make sure nobody was home and got out two bowls from the cabinet. "Sure thing."

The little blue digimon climbed up on the table and clapped his hands in anticipation. "Oh boy!"

"What kind do you want?" came a muffled question from the back of the freezer. "Let's see. We have chocolate and…that's it. Just chocolate." He set the carton on the counter.

"That's okay. I love chocolate!" said Chibimon, rubbing his belly. He stuck his face in the bowl before Daisuke could even place it on the table.

The boy sat down and stared into his ice cream.

Get on your knees and beg.

Daisuke smiled to himself. He had to admire Miyako's ability to be so forward. She could come right out and say what everyone else only had the nerve to think. He wished he could say what he was thinking. He wished he knew what he was thinking.

As of late, Daisuke's uncertainties about a great many things had expanded. The part of his brain that he had once convinced without question of his love for Hikari, had begun to malfunction. However, the part that found Takeru's ass just short of enticing, was still fully operational. The ever-changing rules of Love Triangle were not helping Daisuke maintain his stability.

And as of the soccer match, he wasn't even sure he was playing the right game.

Daisuke dipped a spoon in the melting puddle of ice cream, brought it to his mouth, but dropped it back in the bowl before the sugar made contact with his tongue.

Although rather inexperienced in the romance department, Daisuke was fairly certain that his feelings toward the Ichijouji prodigy surpassed those of mere admiration. Ken wasn't just some face in a magazine anymore. He had a voice, a spirit, a…worthy adversary?

Ken was real. And Daisuke wasn't about to deny any feelings that were building up inside of him. They were as real as the boy himself. Ken was everything Daisuke wanted. Everything he wanted to be. Everything he wanted in a friend, a…

Lover? Daisuke twirled a finger around what he liked to consider a sideburn.

But the Kaizer issue. That complicated matters.

I like Ken. Does that mean I like the Digimon Kaizer? I mean, they are they same person. But in a way, they're not the same person. How can a kid like me do all those awful things? But then, if they are the same person, then doesn't that make Ken a jerk too? And what I want with a jerk? But he's not a jerk. I know he's not. He can't be. Or else why would I like him?

The conclusion that was finally reached regarding the Kaizer situation was plain, simple, and certainly not worth the amount of labor that was thrust upon Daisuke's tender brain: He didn't care.

Chibimon came up beside the boy and stuck his face in his bowl. "You gonna finish that?"

Daisuke snapped his attention back to the smiling ball of blue. "Nah. You can have it." He got up slowly. "Because I'm…gonna get me some fresh ice cream!" he finished, running to the freezer.

"Me too! Me too!" chirped Chibimon.

Get on my knees, eh? I wonder if I… Daisuke quickly shook his head clear of Miyako-induced thoughts and continued to shovel out more dessert into their bowls. He did not, however, bother to rid his lips of the smile that was left to linger there.

* * * * *

One hand on a hip, the other balancing a clipboard on her arm, Miyako was transformed into quite the authoritative figure in a matter of seconds. "Okay, Iori. You…" Miyako looked around, nibbling on her ballpoint pen. "You go sort out these prizes." She reached over behind a table and deposited a rather large cardboard box into Iori's arms.

"Oof!" he cried as he stumbled backwards under the force of the thrust. He glanced at the contents of the box that was now in his custody. "What am I supposed to do with all this junk?"

"Prizes," Miyako corrected indignantly. "What am I supposed to do with all these prizes. You're supposed to sort them out."

"I see." Iori looked down disgustedly at a small plastic frisbee and went over to the side to sit down.

"Takeru, you and Hikari go set up all the tables." Miyako looked over her clipboard in a very official manner and motioned toward the east wing of the gym. "We'll need eight tables lined up over there for the games." She dug around behind the table again, this time extracting a pile of brightly colored pieces of cloth. "Make them pretty."

Hikari, never wishing to diverge from the path of protest-free conversation, only replied, "Will do."

Miyako nodded approvingly before turning her attention to the silent boy who was no doubt trying to make it through the job assignments unnoticed. "And Daisuke."

The heir to The Goggles cringed as Miyako disappeared behind the table for the final time. "What fun activity do I get to do?" he asked sarcastically.

"You, my dear Daisuke," Miyako crooned, handing him a large glass jar. "…get to count jellybeans."

"Wha?" Daisuke asked, staring at the jar.

Four bags of jellybeans were suddenly added to his armload. "Someone needs to count jellybeans for the jellybean-guessing contest. That someone is you."

"Jellybean…guessing…contest…?"

"Yes. Have fun," she said, nudging him in the direction of a chair. "And make sure you count the jellybeans as you put them in the jar. That's the point. Got it?"

Daisuke frowned at the offensive items in his arms. "Uh…yeah." He plopped down in a chair.

"And don't eat any!" came a final command.

Mumbling something unintelligible, Daisuke ripped open a bag and began to drop the colored beans into the jar. "One," he sighed after the first plink. "Two, three, four, five…"

After the 27th plink, the boy's mind began to stray from the monotony of jellybeans and over to more… interesting matters.

Ken.

The only one-syllable word that could make Daisuke break into a sweat and have chills simultaneously. How could a single child, one who draws out an immeasurable amount of pain from digimon and humans alike, also draw out such an immeasurable amount of affection?

He's sure is good looking.

…Yes, Daisuke. That's one reason.

And I'll bet all that soccer gives him a nicer butt than mine!

…Yes.

But bodily firmness aside, why can't I stop thinking about him?

"Oh dammit! What number am I on? 77?" Daisuke glared at the beans of trouble. "No wait. I remember counting 77." He peeped over his shoulder to check if Miyako was watching. Had Daisuke not bothered to do so, she might not have noticed that he had ceased in his work. But because he did…

"Why'd you stop? What number are you on?" she yelled.

"Uh…er…" What to do?

"Shit." All the jellybeans fell back into the bag. Except one, which was deposited into the jar with a plink.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…"

What about a person makes him so desirable. Looks? Attitude? Sense of humor? Read over a quiz from any Teen magazine. There are plenty of features to chose from. Perhaps a person's best attribute is not even knowing what it is.

"Fuck."

The counting skills that Daisuke had learned at the age of three, were not coming in particularly handy at the moment. The colorful waterfall of little rocks splashed back into the bag. Except for one.

Plink.

This is driving me nuts. I'm going through Ken withdrawal or something. Heh heh. Ken withdrawal. I'll have to go to an AA meeting. No wait…wait…a KA meeting.

As the saying goes, all work and no play…

I can't stand this. I've got to see him or something.

Plink.

Hey…I could go see him. I could go to the Digital World right now. Ingenious plan, Daisuke. Why thank you. Glad I thought of it.

Plink.

Daisuke regarded his jar of beans for a moment. "I'll just leave for a few minutes. And then I'll come back and finish. No one will even notice." He got up slowly, crept towards the door, and shot through it as soon as Miyako bent over to get some safety pins for Takeru.

Slipping inside the computer lab, Daisuke pulled out his digivice and set off to see the one who unwittingly insisted on driving him wild.

* * * * *

Crack!

The sound of leather against gazimon flesh resonated throughout the usually calm atmosphere of the Digital World. The small digimon whimpered and cowered under the shadow cast by the initiator of his torture.

The Digimon Kaizer was out and about on this fine afternoon.

"Mmm hmm hmm," he chuckled to himself as a number of his trademark Dark Rings encircled the throats of a whole gazimon tribe.

The small digimon known as Wormmon witnessed the event with sad eyes but said nothing.

"This has been quite a successful day," the Digimon Kaizer commented to nobody in particular. He tallied off a rough estimate in his head. "About 20 spires in one afternoon. Not bad."

He surveyed his newly conquered territory from above his shades. An inquisitive "hmm?" escaped his throat as a movement off to the right caught his eye. "What have we here?" he chuckled to himself. "It looks like that Motomiya boy and his friends are out for a stroll." He watched the figure in the flame jacket wander out into the open, but the other four children that usually followed were nowhere to be seen. "What's this? Out alone?"

Ken pondered the possibilities of this new development. "Interesting."

Ken had long ago gotten into a terrible habit of self-deception. There was the Osamu Issue, his questionable morals, his unrelenting desire to succeed. He lied to himself about a lot of things, but ironically enough, the status of his feelings towards the bearer of the infamous goggles was not one of them.

His curiosity was piqued the first time he ever saw Motomiya Daisuke. The boy was good looking, no question about that. But not even evil geniuses are that shallow. Watching him practically every day, Ken perceived some sort of underlying appeal that the other Digidestined seemed to overlook. And it harassed him without end.

After the incident involving an unconscious Daisuke strapped (but with the utmost care) to the overhang of a cliff, the Kaizer's state progressed into the advanced stages of interest and intrigue. The final display of complete and utter "Daisukeness" at the soccer game cinched the deal.

Though Ken was rather frustrated with his inability to express his feelings in a manner other than cruel words and near-bondage fantasies come to life, he was nonetheless fascinated with every aspect of the boy and almost desperately wished that he could turn the possibilities in his head into realities.

With the intention of keeping an eye on his empire, the Digimon Kaizer would often find his attention turning away from the control spires on the monitors. Instead, it would drift into the midst of the ones who made his life miserable, to catch a glimpse of the one who made his life worth living. He knew it was foolish to lust after something that he might never have the pleasure of obtaining, but hey. Angst is the story of Ken's life.

Still unnoticed by the object of his affection, Ken continued to watch Daisuke stroll down the Digital World's lush fields. He looked very comfortable, hands in his pockets, despite the obvious peril that he could almost instantaneously get himself into. It was quite a typical display of "Daisukeness".

Ken found this "Daisukeness" irresistible. He couldn't explain why that quality had such a hold over him, and he really wasn't interested in the answer either.

It was at this point in Ken's train of thought that he decided to let his presence be known. "Out all alone on such a fine day as this?" he called out flatly.

Daisuke raised his head in recognition of the voice. "Ken!" His paced quickened into something of a trot as he approached the relatively stunned Kaizer.

He seems almost happy to see me. Ken's face twisted into a scowl of suspicion. What is he up to out here all by himself? Hey, wait a second. He called me Ken. I wonder-No. Don't be stupid. He didn't mean anything by it. It is your name, after all. But still… "Did I say you could call me Ken?" he growled.

Daisuke offered no response beyond coming to a stop a few feet in front of the one he was supposed to call his enemy.

Realizing that the attack that usually sent Wormmon into panic attacks didn't provoke much of a response from Daisuke, Ken cleared his throat and tried a new topic of conversation. "Not even your trusty digimon to accompany you?"

"Nah," Daisuke replied thoughtfully. "He's at home. I didn't really think I needed him here with me today."

Did it ever occur to him that I could strike him down and lock him up at any moment? So used to the Digidestined always having some plan that involved the spoiling of his daily agenda, the other boy's casual carelessness threw the Kaizer off his guard.

"Well," the Digimon Kaizer snapped, suddenly remembering his persona. "What do you think you're doing here?"

"Well…I, uh…I'm not sure actually." Daisuke scratched his head. His sudden loss of direction almost made Ken laugh.

"I see…" he said slowly. "So you were bored and thought you'd just…take a stroll through the Digital World?" The Kaizer began to pace in a slow leisurely circle around the suddenly confounded Daisuke. "Well," he snarled. "Don't think I'm letting you get away with anything that you might have up your sleeve." Ken ceased in his rounds around Daisuke and lightly dragged a gloved finger down the material of his flamboyant jacket. "Just because you're alone doesn't mean I don't suspect that you're up to something."

"Actually…" Daisuke gulped as Ken's touch reawakened his purpose in coming to the Digital World that afternoon. "I came to see you."

"Oh really?" What does he mean by that? "Does that mean you've come to single-handedly try to defeat me? If that's the case then I have news for you. Don't count on it happening," he whispered harshly. No! That's not what I wanted to say! Ken mentally smacked himself on the forehead.

Daisuke bit his lip, as if thinking things over. Yes, even Daisuke has thinking-days sometimes.

Reading his expression, Ken peered at him over his glasses. "But that's not why you're here."

Whatever conflicting thoughts had been tumbling through Daisuke's head in the last few moments were suddenly thrown out the window. "I…uh…" The child of courage began to examine his shoes. "I've been thinking about you a lot lately."

A million different interpretations of that last sentence began having a field day in Ken's brain, but they were all shot in the head with a snort from the owner of the body. "And just what were you thinking about?"

"Well…" Daisuke looked up to meet the icy gaze cast forth by the slits of blue just visible above the Digimon Kaizer's shades. "I can't explain it…but…"

At this point, Ken's heart rate was beginning to quicken, and no matter how he intensified the degree of his cynicism, he was unable to shake the feeling that Daisuke really meant it when he said that he had come to the Digital World to see Ken. His instincts told him that everything he had dreamt about since those nosy kids interrupted his conquest of the Land of the Digital, was about to surface into the world of actuality.

And quite frankly, that scared him. If Daisuke were to admit-

"I like you, Ken."

Then that that changed everything.

"Did you hear me?" The insistent nag that could only belong to Motomiya Daisuke jolted Ken from whatever world he had drifted into.

In such a prestigious school as Tamachi Elementary, the students were naturally given a ranking. And naturally, Ken held the first position. Excelling in everything from calculus to computer programming to soccer, he met all the criteria for "genius". Children and adults alike envied the natural aptitude he possessed for, it seemed, everything the world had to offer. The present moment, however, was not his time to shine.

"Huh?"

Daisuke decreased the three or so feet between them to several inches. "I…like you. A lot." And the several inches were soon decreased to nothing as Daisuke proved himself worthy of the Digimental of Courage by going for broke and pressing his lips against Ken's.

The whip that the Digimon Kaizer had still been clutching the whole time fell into the grass with an unceremonious thud. Is he really kissing me? The question was definitely answered when Ken felt a warm tongue prod at the space between his lips. And any and all doubts as to the reality of the situation were washed clean away as he became aware of the increasing hardness being pressed into his thigh.

Who knew that Daisuke could be so…forward? Certainly himself least of all.

"Daisuke…" Ken's world began to tilt as the figure against him slid his tongue into his mouth. For the first time since Ken cared to remember, he wasn't making someone do his bidding. Daisuke, the boy he had lusted after since their first contact, was kissing him. And rather erotically too.

And there were no whips or chains involved.

They submitted to the laws of gravity, Daisuke following Ken into the soft grass.

"I guess…" Daisuke breathed as Ken trailed kisses down the curve of his neck. "…that means…that you like me too…huh."

The Digimon Kaizer looked up at his conqueror. "I guess you could say that."

Daisuke began to fumble with the puzzling clasp that held Ken's cape in place, slipping out of his jacket at the same time. Throwing such excess articles of clothing aside, the two eager bodies pressed up against one another, hungrily requesting, and getting, all the attention that could be desired from the other.

As expected, there was no protest met when Daisuke slowly inched his ungloved hand towards the hem of Ken's shirt. The bottom soon worked its way up to the wearer's neck and it wasn't long before the garment was removed completely and added to the pile of obsolete clothing next to them.

"Oh, Daisuke…" Ken murmured as a light finger brushed across his left nipple. "You can't imagine how much I've wanted this. How much I've wanted you…"

"I think I can," Daisuke grinned, replacing his wandering fingers with his mouth. This new sensation provoked a small whimper from somewhere in Ken's throat. Releasing the velvet circle from his lips, Daisuke gazed down at Ken and wiggled his eyebrows mischievously. Ken pulled him down on top of him as wandering hands began making their way towards the clasp that held those tight Kaizer pants firmly in place.

"Ahh…And you've never done any work before…in this area of expertise?" Ken asked, sucking gently on Daisuke's neck.

"Work?" Daisuke abruptly stopped whatever it was that his hands were doing and sat up. Contrary to popular belief, Daisuke always tried his best to comply with people's requests. Though he was not a boy of too many friends, the ones he did have were usually blessed with his cooperation and help. And though the small whine or occasional half-assed lie to get out of it might ensue, Daisuke, for the most part, had no problem with being an agreeable friend.

Such a quality is not always an asset. "Oh shit! Miyako's going to kill me."

Ken groaned at the absence of bodily contact and squinted at the boy who was throwing his jacket back on. "What?"

"I have to go. I'm sorry."

"Wha…WHY?!"

"I'll be back. Don't worry." Daisuke leaned over and planted a kiss on Ken's damp forehead before running to the digiport from whence he came.

Not having the power to do much of anything to stop him, the Kaizer simply collapsed in the warm grass of his digital empire.

* * * * *

Daisuke could feel the bad vibes being given off by Miyako's glare even before he reentered the gym.

Why the fuck did I do that?

He stumbled back into the gymnasium, trying to recall what exactly he had been thinking when he'd put an abrupt end to his previous makeout session. I'm such a doormat. Old doormat Daisuke. He's such a good friend.

"There you are!" yelled Miyako. Everyone was lounging around in some folding chairs, already having finished their tasks. "Where did you go?!"

"Uh…the bathroom?"

His supervisor for the day looked at her watch suspiciously. "You were in the bathroom for 35 minutes?!?"

"Well…uh…you know." Daisuke shrugged helplessly. "I had those beans for lunch. They really do a number on-"

"OKAY! That's enough!" Miyako shook her head. "Anyway, we're just about done here. Anything else that needs to be set up can be done tomorrow morning. Um, be here at 8:00, okay guys?"

Daisuke turned around and folded his arms. "What for?"

"Daisuke. We need people to run the booths."

His face fell. "Yeah. Well, uh, seeya at 8:00 then."

He suddenly felt pressure being applied to his shoulders as Miyako came up behind him. "Don't forget. You…" She motioned to his former work area. "…still have to count the jellybeans."

"…Oh yeah," he remembered, eyeing the near empty glass jar in the hopes that something about it would prove worthy of causing his abrupt departure from the Digital World.

You're a good friend, Daisuke. It would have been rude and irresponsible to leave your job unfinished. Those jellybeans need to be counted.

His thought process from five minutes ago drawing a blank, no excuse was able to qualify.

"Have fun!" Takeru called as he swaggered out the door, Hikari and Iori right behind him.

"Close the door on your way out."

Plopping down in the familiar chair, Daisuke projected a glare of utter hatred towards the foul bag of candy.

Plink.

"One…two…Oooh! Red! Mmmm…good. Three…four…"

* * * * *

"Where the hell is Daisuke?"

"I called his house. is sister said he just left," answered Takeru as he filled up a final batch of water balloons.

Miyako looked at her watch. "8:53. Count on Daisuke to break the barrier of 'fashionably late'." She whipped a ball at the dunk tank. It plinked against the bulls eye causing the sitting platform to open up, leaving any unlucky participant vulnerable to the cold bath below.

Mr. Fujiyama adjusted his swimming trunks uncomfortably as he witnessed Miyako's impromptu display of athleticism. "I hope all the kids don't throw like that."

"Hey, look who finally decided to show his face," Hikari chuckled as Daisuke blew in through the gymnasium door.

"What are you talking about," he said, smoothing his hair. "I've been here the whole time."

"In the bathroom again?" Takeru chuckled. "You know, there are medications that can-"

What Daisuke mouthed to Takeru will not be divulged. Suffice to say, it was rude, even for Daisuke.

"Hey, by the way," Miyako commented as she tied the back of Hikari's "ticket collecting" apron. "Why are there no red jellybeans in the guessing jar?"

"Er…uh…I don't know. Guess the bag didn't come with any. Heh heh. Cheap merchandise. Anyway, what am I supposed to do here?"

The elder Digidestined brought a cupped hand to her chin and surveyed the "fairgrounds". You'll be working one of the games. How about the Ring Toss? Think you can handle it?"

Daisuke stood up straight and eyed the Ring Toss with an air of superiority. "I think so."

"Well then, get over there. We're opening the doors in a few minutes."

The reason Daisuke arrived to his weekend destination 54 minutes late was not because he had overslept. It was actually the opposite. Up most of the night and most of the morning contemplating the previous day's events, he merely did not notice as the neon green numbers of his ineffectual alarm clock flashed to 7:30, and then to 8:00, and then to 8:30. It wasn't until Jun came in, bubbling over something involving Takeru's older brother, that he "woke up".

Daisuke always smirked a little when his sister brought up Yamato. He had recently uncovered a secret, one that would no doubt shatter her world, after walking into the computer lab one day after school at the wrong time. Yamato probably would have murdered him on the spot had Taichi not brought his attention back to the point of interest before they were interrupted.

But Jun's obliviousness aside, the change in atmosphere in his bedroom dragged Daisuke out of his dream-like state and he was suddenly hit with the realization that he was supposed to be somewhere.

And now that he was there, manning the Ring Toss, his mind was free to drift back to the boy who kept him up all night. He couldn't imagine how a being as perfect and beautiful as Ken could possibly find him so desirable, but he sure wasn't complaining.

After leaving so abruptly the day before, Daisuke felt more than a little regret. And he was far more than a little anxious to know how the afternoon would have turned out had the sudden fear of Miyako beating the crap out of him not crept up on him at such an inopportune time.

Then there was, of course, the issue of who Ken was. But now that he knew that the other boy was capable of having feelings for him, almost all traces of doubt towards the matter had vanished.

Yes, Digidestined Daisuke told him that the Digimon Kaizer was his enemy. Plain and simple. Don't play with fire and all similar clichés applied. But regular, old Daisuke was of the opinion that Ken did have feelings, emotions. And he wanted to be the person to bring them out.

Maybe if-

"Hey! Are you listening?"

Shaking himself awake, Daisuke looked down at the clan of menacing-looking seven-year-olds that had surrounded his table. "Uh, sorry. What?"

"We wanna play! Give us the rings!"

"Huh? Oh right. Rings." He rummaged through a box beside him.

Miyako, who happened to be walking by at the moment, glowered at Daisuke. "Take their tickets first!"

"What? Oh. Yeah. That would make sense. Hey, Miyako," he said, dumping the torn up tickets in his apron. "When do we get a lunch break?"

"Lunch? Ah ha ha ha ha ha!" She patted him on the back. "That's a good one." She shook her head and moved on. "You're priceless, Daisuke. Absolutely priceless."

Daisuke furrowed his brow and quickly handed a set of rings to each child before they started rioting.

What to do…

"Hey hey! One at a time, please." Little punks. I never acted like that, Daisuke thought to himself, clearly blocking out a good portion of his younger days.

"Ouch! Stooopppp iiiit!!!"

"Hey, uh, can you guys just throw the rings at the pole please? Not each other."

"Keiko bit me!!!"

Daisuke ran his fingers through his hair nervously. "Come on guys. You don't want to fight, do you? Hey!! You there! Stop throwing those!!"

One of the ruffians eyed Daisuke with a sly grin.

"OUCH!!" Daisuke yelped, rubbing his forehead. "Mother fu-" The ring clattered on the table. "Oh god that hurts!"

Undetected by Daisuke, Takeru and Miyako snickered as he was pelted by a barrage of heavy, plastic rings. "Ah, that's our Daisuke. He can't even take charge of a bunch of first graders.

Takeru chuckled. "I don't think he's capable of having control over anybody."

* * * * *

The Digimon Kaizer.

Erector of control spires. Creator of dark rings.

Feared by digimon around the world. Feared by his own partner.

Dominates over all.

Submits to no one.

And at the present moment, is being driven to near madness by a boy who parades around the Digital World in flames.

For the last seventeen hours, the ruler of the Digital World had been unable to concentrate on his everyday duties of making life miserable for digimon everywhere, because he himself was miserable.

He was quite certain that no form of submission or humiliation he had ever put anybody or anything through compared to the torture that he was going through now.

Ken was a very logical person. He performed math problems in a very systematic way, never failing to come to the right answer. Territory was conquered according to specific calculations, having taken into account the geographical features of the land, the digimon that lived there, etc. But not even the King of Logic could provide an adequate answer as to why Daisuke had such a hold over him.

For once, someone else had control of the reins. Normally, that would have angered him to the point of blowing a small portion of a Piyomon Village. But not this time. Only Motomiya Daisuke could get away with such an atrocity.

Ken didn't know why he felt so strongly about Daisuke, and he didn't know why Daisuke felt that way about him.

What he did know was, that if he didn't see him soon, he was going to die.

Ken had wished as hard and as much as he could that Daisuke would be the one to reveal his feelings, for Ken knew that he sure wouldn't be able to do it. It was almost a fantasy out of a romance novel. The leader of the Digidestined would arrive in the Digital World one day, take Ken in his arms, and ravish him before a word of protest could escape his lips.

The fantasy had practically come true, except that a few of the juicier pages were ripped out of the book.

When Daisuke left in such a rush the previous afternoon, leaving the Digimon Kaizer deserted, half dressed, and in a state so pleasure-heavy it verged on intoxication, it took all of Ken's willpower not to relieve himself right there.

But he didn't. Because he knew that nothing his solitary hand could work up would compare to anything that his lover could make possible. It was worth waiting for Daisuke to return to him.

The wait, however, was driving the young Kaizer up the wall.

* * * * *

I really, really, really, really don't want to be here.

Where Daisuke wanted to be, was the Digital World.

Where he was stuck, was at the Make-Your-Own-Sushi table. Miyako had reposted him after declaring the episode at the Ring Toss a total fiasco.

"You want to try one?" a little girl chirped, holding up a mess of seaweed and rice.

Daisuke cringed and shook his head slowly. "Uh…that's all right." He forced a cheery smile upon his lips. "You did all the work! It's for you!"

The little girl smiled, already jamming the creation into her mouth, and walked away.

"Enjoying yourself?" a familiar voice questioned. Iori appeared before the table and began to efficiently roll some rice, fish, and various other unidentifiable foods into a cylinder of seaweed; all done in a very Iori-like manner.

"Hey hey. Sushi costs two tickets," Daisuke grunted, putting his hand out.

Iori ignored the gesture and started in on another sushi.

"Shouldn't you be working?" Daisuke asked suspiciously.

"Miyako gave me a half hour break," he replied casually, popping a completed roll into his mouth.

"What?!! That's not fair!! I've done far more work than you have!"

"Yeah," Iori challenged. "Well my booth didn't have to call Security over."

Daisuke narrowed his eyes but smiled good-naturedly. He was often the target of many a joke by his friends, but he knew that they were harmless. He joined in most of the time.

While Iori busied himself with making his lunch for free, Daisuke once again began to think about the mistake he'd made the day before.

I'm such an idiot! I was actually rolling around in the grass with Ken and what do I do? I get up and leave! Worse yet, I leave to go count jellybeans!

He twitched as his memory recalled the unique, beautiful contours of the hand that he shook the day of that fateful soccer game, the exquisite curve of Kaizer backside, made so readily available, that had been pushed aside the day before.

Iori, who noticed the changing expressions on Daisuke's face as he mentally beat himself up, swallowed his eighth sushi and tapped his friend on the shoulder. "What's wrong with you?"

"Yes, Iori. You're right. What is wrong with me?" Daisuke asked dramatically.

"Uh, that's not what I meant-"

"Hey, Daisuke," Miyako interrupted from out of nowhere. "If you want, you can go take a half hour lunch break."

"Really?! Thanks!" Daisuke popped out of his chair and threw off his apron.

"I'll take over here. Though it looks like Iori is your only customer."

"Yeah. And he's not even paying."

"What?!!!" Miyako clenched her fists. "You haven't been paying?!? What do you think this is?! We're not made out of sushi!! How many have you eaten?!"

"Eight," Daisuke whispered just loud enough for Miyako to hear, before weaving his way through the tables and out of the gym. As anyone else should have figured out by now, he knew exactly where to spend his lunch break.

I've had enough of listening to other people. I'm going back to Ken, and I'm not leaving until I make yesterday up to him. And nothing's going to get in the way this time.

Miyako momentarily ceased in her Iori-abuse and called out to Daisuke cheerfully. "Be back in 30 minutes! Oh, wait, wait. 29!"

* * * * *

Unbeknownst to most people, the Digimon Kaizer's base, besides being equipped with all the necessary commodities: the control room, the prison cells, and so forth, also comes complete with a spacious kitchen, three and a half bathrooms, and a bedroom.

The last was where the Digimon Kaizer had opted to spend his entire Saturday morning. In no mood to capture digimon or gain control of virgin areas of the Digital World, he simply lay on his bed and went over in his mind for the thousandth time how good it felt to have Daisuke's body pressed up against his.

He liked Daisuke so much. As usual, the feeling was inexplicable and unaccountable, but he didn't care. Ken just wanted Daisuke to be with him right now.

But he wasn't. And there was nothing Ken could do about it.

The Digimon Kaizer was at his mercy.

Ken was still in angst-mode when Wormmon poked his head in the door. "Ken?"

"What?!" he snapped, peeved at the digimon for interrupting his morning of solitude.

"Your friend is here to see you." The green digimon crawled back out the door. In his place stood Daisuke, looking as nonchalant as when Ken had been observing him the day before.

"Daisuke!" Ken sprang up, ready to knock the other boy to the ground and impale him with kisses.

"No, no," Daisuke said softly. "Don't get up." He grinned wickedly. "I'll come to you."

Ken stared at the boy who dared to waltz into his base unannounced. The boy who dared to abandon him on the lush grass of his own empire. The only boy who could.

Ken fell back against the pillows as Daisuke leapt on the bed and on top of Ken's thin frame. The dark glasses were thrown to the floor, allowing the pale blue eyes to view Daisuke in his natural, untinted beauty.

"I'm sorry I left so abruptly yesterday," Daisuke purred in Ken's ear, overcome by the sudden sensation of control and domination. Where such emotions stemmed from is not as interesting as how they manifested themselves: a wave of adrenaline and hormones. He leaned down and swept a kiss past Ken's flushing cheek. "That was pretty rude of me."

"Y…yes it was," Ken managed to get out. Between the kisses being brushed across his lips and the wandering hands exploring his body, one can understand if he was having a little trouble with the daunting task of forming sentences.

Capes, jackets and gloves fell away once more, leaving quite a colorful laundry pile to adorn the floor. Never have such "fashionable" children graced the earth of the Digital World.

Daisuke brought his face up to Ken's and opened his mouth on the other boy's. The erotic sensation of one tongue sliding over the other was enough to make Ken moan softly into the kiss.

After running low on air, Daisuke slowly parted their lips. He chuckled as he noticed the forlorn face of a little boy whose ice cream cone has toppled over and landed on the sidewalk. "Don't worry," he murmured, slipping his hand up Ken's shirt. "I'm not going anywhere this time."

Sitting up for greater ease in undressing, the smaller boy still in the other's lap, shirts were peeled away, 100% cotton being no match for the appeal of bare skin.

Daisuke hovered over Ken once more and brought his face down to the other boy's neck. Ken moaned again as Daisuke licked across his throat, following the curve of his bare shoulders. "Dai…uhhh…" Ken gasped as a nipple was pinched. "Where did you learn how to…AHHH!…do this…?"

Not relenting in his assault of Ken's body, Daisuke merely shrugged. "Guess I'm a natural." Ken brushed his hands through the spiky mass of hair as Daisuke made sure that every inch of Ken's chest was kissed at least once. Moving lower, he fingered the hemline of the pants that he had not gotten the chance to experiment with the first time around.

Ken looked inquiringly at Daisuke for a moment. "Not enough of a natural to keep going?" he challenged.

"Hmm," Daisuke snorted. "Let's find out." Ken's eyes widened as a hand began to stroke the bulge that had risen between his thighs. Daisuke grinned and undid the belt that fit so snugly around the Digimon Kaizer's waist.

Ken lifted his hips so that the bottom half of his imperial uniform could be inched off his legs and deposited on the floor where it belonged.

"Tighty whities, I see," Daisuke smirked, teasing Ken's confined erection with the periodic brush of his hand.

"Oh, like boxers would fit under those pants," Ken retorted. "Let's see what you wear!" he grinned and went for the zipper on Daisuke's shorts before he could protest. Quickly undoing the button, he yanked them down around the boy's knees and shook his head. "Pink?"

Daisuke frowned in embarrassment. "Damn! I forgot I put those on today."

"You buy pink underwear?" Ken chuckled. "I never would have thought…"

Daisuke whapped Ken's hand. "It's not like that. Once some of my…ahem…undergarments got thrown in the wash with my sister's stupid red sweater. But I still wear them. It's not like people see my underwear. Well, not usually anyway."

"I see. I'm never going to be able to forget your tighty pinkies, you know," Ken laughed. "They've ruined the mood."

Grasping the elastic of the object of Ken's amusement, Daisuke slid them off his hips and to where his shorts were pooled around his knees, finally getting rid of the mass of clothing all together. "I bet I can get you back in the mood…"

Ken didn't even have time to gape at the manly piece of Daisuke in front of him as the last article of clothing was stripped away from his body as well. Needless to say, he quickly forgot about any distractions that the previous moment had to offer.

He gasped as Daisuke leaned in to kiss him on the mouth, the lower half of their naked bodies making contact in the process. Grinding his hips into the boy below him, Daisuke could feel himself growing harder by the second.

"Ahh! Daisuke!" Ken felt the weight lift off of him and reappear over his legs. Peering down through lidded eyes, he could only see the top of Daisuke's head as the boy's mouth came dangerously close to Ken's throbbing member.

Daisuke smiled devilishly and grasped Ken with both hands, the boy shivering with pleasure. "Ohh…that's feels amazing…" Ken moaned as such an amateur hand caressed him so professionally.

Feeling a little more daring with each groan of encouragement, Daisuke poked his tongue out and licked Ken's tip lightly. This provoked a whimper from the writhing Kaizer, eager to experience more than just a gentle lick. Daisuke nuzzled into Ken's inner thighs and gazed up at him. Catching the expression of pure desire, he ran his hand down Ken's sides and took him in his mouth.

Ken moaned heavily and gripped the sheets under him as Daisuke continued with his handy work. Running his tongue over the expanse of Ken's erection, Daisuke felt Ken's hips buck involuntarily towards his mouth. He sucked harder, tongue prodding every available area, nearly driving Ken over the edge.

"Ah! Daisuke, please! Ahh…I'm almost-" His moaning abruptly turned into a whimper as Daisuke stopped what he was doing and came back up to eye level. "Wha…What are you doing?"

Leaning down to kiss Ken on the lips, Daisuke ran his hand through his hair reassuringly. "I have a better idea…" He left Ken's face again and headed south. About to spread the whimpering Kaizer's legs apart, he stopped suddenly and scratched his head. "Shit. We're going to need something. Hmm…" Scanning the room, his eyes immediately brightened and he rolled off the bed."

"Where'd you go?" asked Ken, breathing heavily. "Come back here!"

"Just getting something." Daisuke triumphantly held up a small bottle that he had extracted from his pants pocket.

Ken gazed warily at the bottle as Daisuke climbed back onto the bed. "What's that?"

"Oil," he replied, unscrewing the cap.

"And why do you have oil in your pocket?"

"You apply it to the table every so often so that the sushi doesn't get stuck."

The thought rolled over in Ken's mind that even in the midst of near-love making, Daisuke still possessed that quality labeled only as "Daisukeness". Inwardly, Ken thanked every deity, even those that belong only to obscure and dead religions, for the present moment.

Outwardly, he just raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "I won't even ask."

"Now then," whispered Daisuke, easing his way in between Ken's thighs. "Where were we?"

"I don't know. Remind me."

Daisuke poured some oil into one hand and rubbed it over his fingers. "We were about here, I think." He lifted the boy's legs and linked them behind his back. Ken inhaled sharply as cold fingers brushed teasingly across his opening. He shivered when he felt one slowly make its way into his posterior and wiggle around.

Daisuke looked at his lover questioningly until Ken nodded, beads of sweat beginning to form around his face. Another finger was inserted, stretching Ken to another stage of discomfort, but pleasure soon took over as his body adjusted to the intrusion. Daisuke removed the current fingers and added a third and final one.

Ken bit his lip, trying to keep from crying out. Daisuke deliberately moved them in and out of Ken, trying to prepare him for the final stage.

"Ahhh! Daisuke…" Ken started to thrust against the movement of his fingers.

"Hey, hey! Not yet! Patience," Daisuke laughed, removing his hand and pouring more oil into it. Ken only whimpered at the loss of Daisuke in his body.

"Dai…" Ken pleaded, watching him rub oil over his erection. "Please…"

Daisuke arranged himself in front of Ken and kissed his chest one more time before proceeding. "Ready?"

"God yes!" Ken groaned. He arched upwards, hinting to keep going.

"Are you sure?" Daisuke grinned. Although he was playing the tease, he was actually also finding it very difficult to control himself. Never in his life, he thought, had he acted with so much restraint. All in all, he was actually sort of proud of himself. But having gone this far with such discipline, he was starting to crack.

"Daisuke, PLEASE!! If we don't do it right now, I will personally see to it that Buimon gets eaten-" The good Kaizer was aroused into silence as Daisuke finally pressed himself into Ken.

"Are you okay?" he asked, trying to let Ken adjust before entering anymore.

"Mm hmm. I'm fine," he grunted. "Keep going."

The Digimon Kaizer, in the position that he was in, was actually glaring at him. Daisuke had to laugh.

He eased in all the way, caressing the back of his partner's head as he did so. Ken yelped a little, but the initial pain subsided as he became used to Daisuke's presence. Any pain left over melted into sheer pleasure as Daisuke began to thrust in and out.

Their breaths starting coming out in short gasps as the number and intensity of thrusts increased. Noticing that Ken's hand was involuntarily moving toward his erection, Daisuke grabbed it himself and began to pump.

"Better?" he murmured, synchronizing the thrust of his hand with the thrust of his body.

The only response was a long pleasure-induced moan.

His body rhythmically knocking against Ken's, Daisuke could feel himself reaching his limit. He wasn't going to be able to hold it in much longer. Clutching Ken's hair with one hand and caressing his erection with the other, he thrusted in and out faster and harder, trying to get Ken to reach the breaking point with him. The other boy bucked his hips in time with Daisuke, moaning whenever that sweet spot deep inside of him was hit.

"Mmmm…Daisuke…" Ken squeezed his eyes shut and ran his hands along Daisuke's sweat-covered back.

Unsure of how much longer he could maintain his self control, Daisuke whammed himself into Ken as hard as he could, both their names echoing throughout the sparsely decorated bedroom of the Digimon Kaiser. Ken shuddered as his seed burst all over Daisuke's chest. His own pleasure was accompanied by a jolt deep inside of him as Daisuke came within the same moment.

Daisuke collapsed on top of his lover, a combination of semen and sweat coating both of their chests. They lay there for a few minutes, hoarse panting filling the air as they struggled to catch their breath.

Groaning in an effort to muster up the remainder of his strength, Daisuke rolled off of Ken and nuzzled up next to him. Noticing the bedside clock, it suddenly struck him that he had left the Odaiba School Fair 56 minutes ago.

Oh well. Screw Miyako. I'm doing what I want. Finally, in control.

He sighed contentedly and kissed his lover on the forehead. "I love you, Ken," he whispered.

Narrowing his eyebrows devilishly, Ken eyed the boy who was sharing his bed. "Did I say you could call me Ken?"

~Fin~