Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Fine Print ❯ General Hospital This Ain't ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Fluffylightyaoiboi 
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 532 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 532 | Status: Completed
Authors Note: Been a while, yes? Actually, I believe about two months since I last updated any of my fics. I've been a busy beaver what with the SAT's and other horrible school work. But writing has indeed been in the back of my mind, and the plot for this chapter has been formulating for some time. Hell, it might actually be over 2000 words! But don't keep your hopes up. Anywho, just a little warning to those purists out there: I've decided to throw in Iori for this chapter...just to thicken the plot a bit. But the question is, who's he gonna schtupp? Let's find out!
Chapter Seven: General Hospital This Ain't
Daisuke turned to the next page of his Newtype Magazine and began to read a feature about Onegai Twins. It had been a week since he'd broken his leg while screwing Takeru in the shower, and there hadn't been a sign of the blonde since then. There were two good things about that though: 1) Because none of his friends seemed to be looking at him in a funny way, his was certain they still had no idea, and 2) He'd had time to think about his relationship to the blonde.
He was certain that he loved Takeru with all of his heart and soul, and yet it seemed that at times Takeru wasn't really all there. In fact, he even felt an absence of love every now and then. Daisuke put the magazine on his chest and looked at the ceiling. It wasn't enough that he loved the blonde, he wanted to hear his lover say the words to him. But somehow, Daisuke knew that would never happen. Takeru was the type of person who never really committed to anything and by saying 'I love you', he'd essentially be committing to a relationship on an official level. Yes, it was depressing, but it was true. It was very possible the blonde was only using him.
At that moment, he heard a knock on his door. Daisuke sighed. It was most likely his parents coming to check in on him. His mother would hug him to death, and his father would say very father-ish things that Daisuke really didn't care about. But, that was life. He cleared his throat and said, "Come in."
Four young teens came bursting through the door and rushed up to his bed. "Ooooo, that looks like it hurts Dai..." Hikari looked closely at his leg," You feeling alright?"
Grinning, Daisuke shrugged. "Nah...well, not really. The morphine helps the pain."
Miyako grimaced as she spoke, "Morphine? Urk! You must be high all the time!"
Yamato and Ken laughed at this, and Hikari giggled a little. Miyako turned to them and started to shout, "Well, it's true! Morphine gives the recipient a euphoric sort of presence! I read about it online! I swear, you people don't know anything..."
Ken placed his hand on Miyako's shoulder as he wiped a tear from his right eye. "Aw, come on Miya-san, we didn't mean it. It's just that you know so much erroneous information, it's funny!"
Yamato was still laughing as he stumbled out of the room, "Hey Dai, hehehe...feel better! I'll tell Takeru you say hi!...Hahahahaahahaha! Oooo, a nurse! Hey, wait up sexy!"
Hikari hugged Daisuke and said goodbye as she had to drag the psychotic Miyako from his room. As the two girls left, Ken pulled a chair next to Daisuke's bed and sat down. "So, Dai, how are you doing?"
Daisuke looked at his friend and thought for a moment. "Erm...I'm ok, I guess. I'm glad you guys stopped by. I was feeling a little lonely. I've gotten four visitors this entire week: my parents, Jun, and Taichi."
Ken lifted an eyebrow and responded in an interested voice. "I see. Takeru hasn't been by to see you? I find that strange..."
"Nah, he's busy with other things probably. Besides, he'll stop by eventually. Anyway, I'm surprised you didn't bring Iori with you. I wanted to give him my Newtype Magazine from last month, so I was almost sure he'd be here..."
Ken's expression changed a little with that last sentence. "Well, Iori has been pretty busy lately with Kendo. So the chances of him dropping in soon are very slim, although I will take the magazine to him for you. It's the least I can do."
Daisuke sighed. He noticed that Ken had become upset about something mostly due to the inflections in his voice. Although he really didn't want to ask, he did so anyway as he was the boy's friend. "Uh, Ken? You ok? You don't seem like yourself today..."
Ken blinked. "Oh...yes, I'm ok. I'm just concerned about you, Dai. I care about...I mean we care about your health. Is that so wrong?"
The brunette knew something was wrong now because his friend had tripped up his words. There was something different about Ken's presence that he hadn't noticed before: an affection of sorts. In fact, it seemed to be the one thing Takeru was always missing during any conversation, or any time they had sex for that matter. He looked into his friends eyes, "Well, no it isn't. It's just that...well...I...ah...erm..."
Ken turned his head and got up. As he pushed the chair back against the wall, he took the old magazine off of the table next to the hospital bed. "I'll be sure to give this to Iori. Take care, Dai."
Daisuke watched the raven haired boy leave and sighed. It seemed as if Ken had wanted to say something else. But what?
***
Ken closed the door to Daisuke's hospital room and lowered his head. In a very soft and quiet voice he said, "And Dai...I love you." Tears flowing into his eyes, the young genius ran down the hall to the elevator.
***
Takeru walked into the studio where Iori was practicing Kendo. Even though it was late, Iori had been practicing for a form test he had the next week. Takeru had agreed to come and keep the young boy company while he worked since he got lonely by himself in the studio. The swoosh of the bamboo sword could be heard from down the hall where the practice area was. Takeru slowly walked down the hall, looking around as he moved closer to the large room. He stopped in front of the entrance, bowed, and took off his shoes. Then he stepped inside.
Iori began his fifth form and almost clobbered Takeru as the blonde walked to the seats on the other side of the room. "Oh! Take-san! I didn't see you there! I'm very sorry..."
Takeru smiled. "You didn't hit me, I can be thankful for that. Being on the wrong end of a boduken doesn't appeal to me. Anyway, how's your practicing going tonight?"
Iori sat down on a folding chair and took of his face mask. His young face glistened with sweat, which he wiped away using a towel from his gym bag. "Not bad, I suppose. The stress is getting to me, though. I've made at least four mistakes so far..."
Takeru blinked. "ONLY FOUR?! That's great! Why are you so down in the dumps about it?"
Iori sighed and looked at his older friend. "Well, to be quite honest, to win a competition, you must not make a single mistake. I could be disqualified if I don't fight correctly. You should see my sensei when he teaches me. Yelling, screaming, all because I don't make exactly the right movement with my wrist, or I swing the boduken too early. It's a real pain in the a...er..."
Takeru smiled as he finished the sentence, "Ass? Yes, I can imagine. Why don't you take a break for a while...just sit back and relax."
Iori blushed slightly at the invitation. He'd had a crush on the blonde for some time, and got flustered every time he saw him. To him, it was an invitation he couldn't refuse. Taking off his sandals and the padded armor, Iori layed down on the mat and sighed. His sore muscles had needed this, but the idea of winning the competition had stuck in his mind night after night. At least Takeru had seen this, otherwise he might have overworked himself. Propping his hands behind his head, he smiled at the blonde very sheepishly. "Thanks. You must have noticed how strained my motions were. I think I did as well, but I didn't really care..."
Takeru handed Iori a bottle of cool water. "Eh, it was nothing. But you should pay more attention to what your body says, otherwise bad things happen. You understand?"
Iori could only understand too well. But it wasn't his actual mind that understood it as much as it was a certain part of his lower half which had started to tent his sweatpants. Pay more attention to what your body says... The thought kept rolling through his mind as he got harder. It was of course not exactly the best thing that he was so enveloped in his own world as he completely forgot who was sitting beside him.
As he kept pondering this highly erotic thought, a voice entered his head. "Erm...Iori? Your sweatpants are stretching in the wrong direction..." The young boy snapped out of his trance and looked at Takeru, who had his eyes firmly entranced on the lower half of his friend. Suddenly realizing what was happening, Iori shot up from the ground and began to walk around.
Takeru observed his young friend with much musing. He had realized some time ago that the boy had feeling for him, mostly because of how he always blushed when asked a question by the blonde. Apparently though, this affection had somehow become erotic in nature. It was strange really: he watching a boy of eleven years try to hide an erection from him, even though it had become quite obvious that it existed. And now, from the way Iori kept walking, it was quite probable that this erection wasn't going to go away. The thought forced a smile onto Takeru's lips.
Iori glanced over at Takeru and saw the smile. "What's so funny?! I...I...oh this is embarrassing." The young boy had turned a deep red as he kept trying to push his hard on down. His only problem was that by touching it, it kept getting harder. "I'll bet you're enjoying every minute of this, aren't you?!"
Takeru laughed as he stood up and walked over to the shy boy. Wrapping his arms around the boy from behind he tried to re-assure him as best as possible, "Well, it depends by what 'enjoy' means. Am I enjoying your embarrassment...yes! And am I enjoying your little show...most definitely. But am I enjoying watching you be tortured due to affection? No...I'm not."
The young boy turned around and looked into the eyes of his wanting, studying his face. He lifted his hand and felt the smooth cheeks and red lips. It was just as he thought they'd be. Perfect. With his courage strengthened, he wrapped his arms around the blondes neck and kissed him.
Surprise. That was the first thing that hit Takeru. He hadn't expected Iori to do this. But then again, it wasn't bad. In fact, as much of a sick person as he might be, he liked it! Still, as much as Iori had control now, Takeru knew it would take someone wiht experience to finish this.
Lifting Iori from the ground, he walked him to a wall and pressed him against it, giving the blonde free hands. With expert skill, Takeru took off the young boys shirt and his own and began to work his magic. Not wasting time, he went straight for one of the young boy's nipples and began to suck on it. He heard moans from the small boy as the slippery tongue danced over his sensitive skin.
Moving down his chest, Takeru kissed the smooth chest before him, and gently laid Iori on the ground. Sliding off the sweatpants, he was shown very tightly tented briefs. His hand began to stroke the fabric, eliciting louder moans from the excited child. Takeru undid his shorts and slid them off along with his boxers. He then placed Iori's hand on his erection and felt the boy grasp it. Pure pleasure began to surge through the blonde's body as the young boy started to move his hand up and down. Takeru slid off the smaller boy's briefs and ran his hand through the smooth, barren nether-regions, stopping every once in a while to masturbate the small rod near his hand.
Iori felt wave after wave of pleasure move through him. This entire experience had energized his body to a point that it had never been to before. Touching someone older than him in such an intimate way made him feel superior...strengthened in a way. He knew that the blonde wanted to take control, but Iori wanted this to be his moment. Exerting a massive amount of strength, he forced the blonde onto his back and began to suck on his member.
Looking at the head bobbing up and down, feeling the small virgin mouth suck at his essence, Takeru was reaching his limit. The whole idea that this small boy was doing this to him pushed him even further to ejaculation. But it wasn't going to stop, not yet. He had been thinking so much about the pleasure, he hadn't noticed that Iori had spit in his hand and was lubing his cock. "Um...Iori, what are you planning on doing?"
With a sinister grin, Iori positioned himself on the tip of Takeru's member and began to sink down, "What does it look like? Isn't this what you want? I know I want it. Do you?" With that, he began to push Takeru into him.
The blonde noticed the boy was grimacing in pain, and was going to stop the entire thing right then and there. But the young boy had other plans and forced himself all the way down to the hilt. His contorted face slowly went back to normal, although it was badly flushed. With all of his effort, Iori began to move up and down, trying to overcome the pain surging through his body. Takeru tried to stop the boy, but fell backwards because of his senses going wild. He barely lifted his head to see the small boy slightly smiling as the pain had now vanished, and only the pleasure of the moment remained.
"Oh...unghhh...ye...ye...yes! God, this is fantastic! I don't know how much more I can take of this..." Iori's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he fell forward onto Takeru's chest. "Finish it, Take-chan. Please..."
Takeru couldn't take it anymore and grasped onto the young boy's bottom and began to pound away. It would only be a minute before he reached his climax, and he wanted to make this as orgasmic as possible...
***
Daisuke closed his magazine and looked at the time. It was now 10 PM, and the nurse would be coming in momentarily to turn off his light. He sighed and wondered what Takeru was doing at that moment...
***
Takeru began to moan as his climax was moments away, "I...Iori...I'm...coming!" The young boy groaned as Takeru began to twitch inside him, thus releasing all of his anxious seed inside him. The blonde shouted and shoved one last, hard time into the young boy before he let go and closed his eyes, leaving his member inside the boy. Iori groaned and began to rub his member against Takeru's stomach. The blonde noticed a wetness coming from the young boy, and realized it to be pre-cum.
"Iori, are you going to keep going? I'm spent..." As Takeru finished that last word, the boy pulled himself off of the blonde's member and stuck his own rod inside the older boy's mouth. Takeru understood and began to suck it, savoring the salty pre-cum as it washed through his mouth.
Iori groaned and began to thrust harder into Takeru's mouth by grabbing the blonde's head so he could push forward. His movements became erratic, and he made one hard shove into the older boy's mouth and released his virgin seed with a loud scream. "Aaahhhhhhh!!!! Yes!" Then, the room was silent.
***
Daisuke took his medication and watched the nurse turn off the light and close the door to his room. For one brief moment, he thought he could hear Takeru. But this Takeru was truly happy...truly satisfied. But then the moment ended leaving Daisuke with a blank image. As he laid his head on his pillow, he thought out loud, "I wonder..."
Afternote: Wow...that was criminal. Aaaaaand to top it off, it's almost 2800 words! w00t! Anywho, R&R. I'm not afraid of criticism...but you should be afraid of me. *goes back to work with the chipmunks in the writers room*
Chapter Seven: General Hospital This Ain't
Daisuke turned to the next page of his Newtype Magazine and began to read a feature about Onegai Twins. It had been a week since he'd broken his leg while screwing Takeru in the shower, and there hadn't been a sign of the blonde since then. There were two good things about that though: 1) Because none of his friends seemed to be looking at him in a funny way, his was certain they still had no idea, and 2) He'd had time to think about his relationship to the blonde.
He was certain that he loved Takeru with all of his heart and soul, and yet it seemed that at times Takeru wasn't really all there. In fact, he even felt an absence of love every now and then. Daisuke put the magazine on his chest and looked at the ceiling. It wasn't enough that he loved the blonde, he wanted to hear his lover say the words to him. But somehow, Daisuke knew that would never happen. Takeru was the type of person who never really committed to anything and by saying 'I love you', he'd essentially be committing to a relationship on an official level. Yes, it was depressing, but it was true. It was very possible the blonde was only using him.
At that moment, he heard a knock on his door. Daisuke sighed. It was most likely his parents coming to check in on him. His mother would hug him to death, and his father would say very father-ish things that Daisuke really didn't care about. But, that was life. He cleared his throat and said, "Come in."
Four young teens came bursting through the door and rushed up to his bed. "Ooooo, that looks like it hurts Dai..." Hikari looked closely at his leg," You feeling alright?"
Grinning, Daisuke shrugged. "Nah...well, not really. The morphine helps the pain."
Miyako grimaced as she spoke, "Morphine? Urk! You must be high all the time!"
Yamato and Ken laughed at this, and Hikari giggled a little. Miyako turned to them and started to shout, "Well, it's true! Morphine gives the recipient a euphoric sort of presence! I read about it online! I swear, you people don't know anything..."
Ken placed his hand on Miyako's shoulder as he wiped a tear from his right eye. "Aw, come on Miya-san, we didn't mean it. It's just that you know so much erroneous information, it's funny!"
Yamato was still laughing as he stumbled out of the room, "Hey Dai, hehehe...feel better! I'll tell Takeru you say hi!...Hahahahaahahaha! Oooo, a nurse! Hey, wait up sexy!"
Hikari hugged Daisuke and said goodbye as she had to drag the psychotic Miyako from his room. As the two girls left, Ken pulled a chair next to Daisuke's bed and sat down. "So, Dai, how are you doing?"
Daisuke looked at his friend and thought for a moment. "Erm...I'm ok, I guess. I'm glad you guys stopped by. I was feeling a little lonely. I've gotten four visitors this entire week: my parents, Jun, and Taichi."
Ken lifted an eyebrow and responded in an interested voice. "I see. Takeru hasn't been by to see you? I find that strange..."
"Nah, he's busy with other things probably. Besides, he'll stop by eventually. Anyway, I'm surprised you didn't bring Iori with you. I wanted to give him my Newtype Magazine from last month, so I was almost sure he'd be here..."
Ken's expression changed a little with that last sentence. "Well, Iori has been pretty busy lately with Kendo. So the chances of him dropping in soon are very slim, although I will take the magazine to him for you. It's the least I can do."
Daisuke sighed. He noticed that Ken had become upset about something mostly due to the inflections in his voice. Although he really didn't want to ask, he did so anyway as he was the boy's friend. "Uh, Ken? You ok? You don't seem like yourself today..."
Ken blinked. "Oh...yes, I'm ok. I'm just concerned about you, Dai. I care about...I mean we care about your health. Is that so wrong?"
The brunette knew something was wrong now because his friend had tripped up his words. There was something different about Ken's presence that he hadn't noticed before: an affection of sorts. In fact, it seemed to be the one thing Takeru was always missing during any conversation, or any time they had sex for that matter. He looked into his friends eyes, "Well, no it isn't. It's just that...well...I...ah...erm..."
Ken turned his head and got up. As he pushed the chair back against the wall, he took the old magazine off of the table next to the hospital bed. "I'll be sure to give this to Iori. Take care, Dai."
Daisuke watched the raven haired boy leave and sighed. It seemed as if Ken had wanted to say something else. But what?
***
Ken closed the door to Daisuke's hospital room and lowered his head. In a very soft and quiet voice he said, "And Dai...I love you." Tears flowing into his eyes, the young genius ran down the hall to the elevator.
***
Takeru walked into the studio where Iori was practicing Kendo. Even though it was late, Iori had been practicing for a form test he had the next week. Takeru had agreed to come and keep the young boy company while he worked since he got lonely by himself in the studio. The swoosh of the bamboo sword could be heard from down the hall where the practice area was. Takeru slowly walked down the hall, looking around as he moved closer to the large room. He stopped in front of the entrance, bowed, and took off his shoes. Then he stepped inside.
Iori began his fifth form and almost clobbered Takeru as the blonde walked to the seats on the other side of the room. "Oh! Take-san! I didn't see you there! I'm very sorry..."
Takeru smiled. "You didn't hit me, I can be thankful for that. Being on the wrong end of a boduken doesn't appeal to me. Anyway, how's your practicing going tonight?"
Iori sat down on a folding chair and took of his face mask. His young face glistened with sweat, which he wiped away using a towel from his gym bag. "Not bad, I suppose. The stress is getting to me, though. I've made at least four mistakes so far..."
Takeru blinked. "ONLY FOUR?! That's great! Why are you so down in the dumps about it?"
Iori sighed and looked at his older friend. "Well, to be quite honest, to win a competition, you must not make a single mistake. I could be disqualified if I don't fight correctly. You should see my sensei when he teaches me. Yelling, screaming, all because I don't make exactly the right movement with my wrist, or I swing the boduken too early. It's a real pain in the a...er..."
Takeru smiled as he finished the sentence, "Ass? Yes, I can imagine. Why don't you take a break for a while...just sit back and relax."
Iori blushed slightly at the invitation. He'd had a crush on the blonde for some time, and got flustered every time he saw him. To him, it was an invitation he couldn't refuse. Taking off his sandals and the padded armor, Iori layed down on the mat and sighed. His sore muscles had needed this, but the idea of winning the competition had stuck in his mind night after night. At least Takeru had seen this, otherwise he might have overworked himself. Propping his hands behind his head, he smiled at the blonde very sheepishly. "Thanks. You must have noticed how strained my motions were. I think I did as well, but I didn't really care..."
Takeru handed Iori a bottle of cool water. "Eh, it was nothing. But you should pay more attention to what your body says, otherwise bad things happen. You understand?"
Iori could only understand too well. But it wasn't his actual mind that understood it as much as it was a certain part of his lower half which had started to tent his sweatpants. Pay more attention to what your body says... The thought kept rolling through his mind as he got harder. It was of course not exactly the best thing that he was so enveloped in his own world as he completely forgot who was sitting beside him.
As he kept pondering this highly erotic thought, a voice entered his head. "Erm...Iori? Your sweatpants are stretching in the wrong direction..." The young boy snapped out of his trance and looked at Takeru, who had his eyes firmly entranced on the lower half of his friend. Suddenly realizing what was happening, Iori shot up from the ground and began to walk around.
Takeru observed his young friend with much musing. He had realized some time ago that the boy had feeling for him, mostly because of how he always blushed when asked a question by the blonde. Apparently though, this affection had somehow become erotic in nature. It was strange really: he watching a boy of eleven years try to hide an erection from him, even though it had become quite obvious that it existed. And now, from the way Iori kept walking, it was quite probable that this erection wasn't going to go away. The thought forced a smile onto Takeru's lips.
Iori glanced over at Takeru and saw the smile. "What's so funny?! I...I...oh this is embarrassing." The young boy had turned a deep red as he kept trying to push his hard on down. His only problem was that by touching it, it kept getting harder. "I'll bet you're enjoying every minute of this, aren't you?!"
Takeru laughed as he stood up and walked over to the shy boy. Wrapping his arms around the boy from behind he tried to re-assure him as best as possible, "Well, it depends by what 'enjoy' means. Am I enjoying your embarrassment...yes! And am I enjoying your little show...most definitely. But am I enjoying watching you be tortured due to affection? No...I'm not."
The young boy turned around and looked into the eyes of his wanting, studying his face. He lifted his hand and felt the smooth cheeks and red lips. It was just as he thought they'd be. Perfect. With his courage strengthened, he wrapped his arms around the blondes neck and kissed him.
Surprise. That was the first thing that hit Takeru. He hadn't expected Iori to do this. But then again, it wasn't bad. In fact, as much of a sick person as he might be, he liked it! Still, as much as Iori had control now, Takeru knew it would take someone wiht experience to finish this.
Lifting Iori from the ground, he walked him to a wall and pressed him against it, giving the blonde free hands. With expert skill, Takeru took off the young boys shirt and his own and began to work his magic. Not wasting time, he went straight for one of the young boy's nipples and began to suck on it. He heard moans from the small boy as the slippery tongue danced over his sensitive skin.
Moving down his chest, Takeru kissed the smooth chest before him, and gently laid Iori on the ground. Sliding off the sweatpants, he was shown very tightly tented briefs. His hand began to stroke the fabric, eliciting louder moans from the excited child. Takeru undid his shorts and slid them off along with his boxers. He then placed Iori's hand on his erection and felt the boy grasp it. Pure pleasure began to surge through the blonde's body as the young boy started to move his hand up and down. Takeru slid off the smaller boy's briefs and ran his hand through the smooth, barren nether-regions, stopping every once in a while to masturbate the small rod near his hand.
Iori felt wave after wave of pleasure move through him. This entire experience had energized his body to a point that it had never been to before. Touching someone older than him in such an intimate way made him feel superior...strengthened in a way. He knew that the blonde wanted to take control, but Iori wanted this to be his moment. Exerting a massive amount of strength, he forced the blonde onto his back and began to suck on his member.
Looking at the head bobbing up and down, feeling the small virgin mouth suck at his essence, Takeru was reaching his limit. The whole idea that this small boy was doing this to him pushed him even further to ejaculation. But it wasn't going to stop, not yet. He had been thinking so much about the pleasure, he hadn't noticed that Iori had spit in his hand and was lubing his cock. "Um...Iori, what are you planning on doing?"
With a sinister grin, Iori positioned himself on the tip of Takeru's member and began to sink down, "What does it look like? Isn't this what you want? I know I want it. Do you?" With that, he began to push Takeru into him.
The blonde noticed the boy was grimacing in pain, and was going to stop the entire thing right then and there. But the young boy had other plans and forced himself all the way down to the hilt. His contorted face slowly went back to normal, although it was badly flushed. With all of his effort, Iori began to move up and down, trying to overcome the pain surging through his body. Takeru tried to stop the boy, but fell backwards because of his senses going wild. He barely lifted his head to see the small boy slightly smiling as the pain had now vanished, and only the pleasure of the moment remained.
"Oh...unghhh...ye...ye...yes! God, this is fantastic! I don't know how much more I can take of this..." Iori's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he fell forward onto Takeru's chest. "Finish it, Take-chan. Please..."
Takeru couldn't take it anymore and grasped onto the young boy's bottom and began to pound away. It would only be a minute before he reached his climax, and he wanted to make this as orgasmic as possible...
***
Daisuke closed his magazine and looked at the time. It was now 10 PM, and the nurse would be coming in momentarily to turn off his light. He sighed and wondered what Takeru was doing at that moment...
***
Takeru began to moan as his climax was moments away, "I...Iori...I'm...coming!" The young boy groaned as Takeru began to twitch inside him, thus releasing all of his anxious seed inside him. The blonde shouted and shoved one last, hard time into the young boy before he let go and closed his eyes, leaving his member inside the boy. Iori groaned and began to rub his member against Takeru's stomach. The blonde noticed a wetness coming from the young boy, and realized it to be pre-cum.
"Iori, are you going to keep going? I'm spent..." As Takeru finished that last word, the boy pulled himself off of the blonde's member and stuck his own rod inside the older boy's mouth. Takeru understood and began to suck it, savoring the salty pre-cum as it washed through his mouth.
Iori groaned and began to thrust harder into Takeru's mouth by grabbing the blonde's head so he could push forward. His movements became erratic, and he made one hard shove into the older boy's mouth and released his virgin seed with a loud scream. "Aaahhhhhhh!!!! Yes!" Then, the room was silent.
***
Daisuke took his medication and watched the nurse turn off the light and close the door to his room. For one brief moment, he thought he could hear Takeru. But this Takeru was truly happy...truly satisfied. But then the moment ended leaving Daisuke with a blank image. As he laid his head on his pillow, he thought out loud, "I wonder..."
Afternote: Wow...that was criminal. Aaaaaand to top it off, it's almost 2800 words! w00t! Anywho, R&R. I'm not afraid of criticism...but you should be afraid of me. *goes back to work with the chipmunks in the writers room*