Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistakes We Make ❯ Epilogue X - Epilogue ( Chapter 18 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

EPILOGUE - PART X

Daisuke was in the middle of a confused dream about living with the Kaizer in the real world and everyone accepting it completely, when he suddenly crossed the threshold between dreaming and wakefulness and realized that the dream-lips that were kissing him echoed real ones. He kissed back automatically for a few seconds, while his mind brushed off the cobwebs and attempted to orient itself. He reached out a little, seeking more information about the situation into which he was waking, and his hand contacted naked flesh. The person kissing him groaned faintly and wrapped arms around his waist.

His eyes opened then, and clarity came in the space of a heartbeat. He was laying in the Kaizer's bed and sticky with semen already, both from his dream and from the activities his master had engaged him in before sleep; the Kaizer himself was laying across him and kissing him with a hard, slightly clumsy passion that could only come from being still half-asleep himself. Daisuke had been toyed with almost continually in the three days since his return, and although he had climaxed on accident a few times, the Kaizer had never deliberately permitted it. He therefore was erect almost immediately upon waking, and nevermind the fact that he had probably come in his sleep only a few minutes earlier.

The Kaizer was conscious enough to be randy, and to stroke Daisuke's body with his left hand while his right arm went under Daisuke's neck, but Daisuke got the idea that his master wasn't fully awake nor planning to become so in the near future. His breathing progressed to heavy gasps rather quickly, and his hips thrust blindly against Daisuke's thigh a few times. Daisuke moaned, because he could feel his master's body against him, and knew that the Kaizer was naked; this wasn't exactly an uncommon occurrence, but normally Daisuke's hands were bound whenever the Kaizer was laying undressed beside him. The evening before, though, Daisuke had fallen asleep too exhausted to move, and apparently the Kaizer had been too exhausted to tie him.

When the Kaizer shifted a little so that he was entirely on top of Daisuke, and their erections touched, the smaller boy groaned deeply and curled his fingers into the sheets on either side of him. He wanted to wrap his arms around his master, hold him close, but he'd definitely learned his lesson this time. As the Kaizer licked across his collarbone, he turned his head this way and that, his chest heaving, wanting so very much more and willing to do almost anything to get it. Without even being totally conscious of what he was doing, Daisuke began to softly beg to be fucked, to be touched, to be allowed to come, to be loved ... an entire stack of desires flooded him with every motion.

The Kaizer reached blindly out to the bedside table and came back with a bit of lubricant on his fingers; he locked eyes with Daisuke while reaching down and pressing this into his slave, and Daisuke panted and bit his lip at the feeling of being prepared for his master's pleasure. The Kaizer's eyes were dark and drowsy, but Daisuke was completely awake, completely aware, with his fingers clutching the sheets and wanting his master's body with every fiber of his being. He could feel his heart hammer against his ribs as the Kaizer moved with slow deliberation toward that critical moment, lifting and arranging Daisuke's leg, lowering his own hips, positioning himself, probing experimentally at Daisuke's opening while Daisuke writhed and moaned with unbearable desire.

Slowly, and with his eyes closed, the Kaizer thrust himself into Daisuke. Almost screaming with pleasure, Daisuke raised his other leg, so that he had them both around the Kaizer's waist. He groaned when his master drew back, and cried out again at the next slow, dreamy thrust. He knew that the intensity of the sensation was only because he was so very, very aroused, due to how much he'd been teased in the past three days. He'd completely given up hope that he would ever actually be brought to orgasm ever again, that he would experience something more than the sudden, accidental stumbles over the threshold of climax that left him unsatisfied and the subject of his master's disappointed ire. Daisuke fully expected to be discarded again after his master came inside him, to lay awake and twitching with need for another hour while the Kaizer slept peacefully after satiating his own sexual desire. So, when the Kaizer groped across Daisuke's belly and grasped his penis to stroke it in time with his thrusting, Daisuke really did scream a little. His back arched, his knees clutched the Kaizer's waist, and his fingernails dug into the mattress as every muscle in his body tensed. He lost consciousness of everything beyond the lightning flashes of pleasure that raced through him, the motions of the Kaizer's body and hands, and the climax that was rapidly building within him. When he came, he was weeping, and when the Kaizer came a moment later, his lips were buried in Daisuke's shoulder and he was whispering something that Daisuke couldn't hear.

Afterward, Daisuke lay with his eyes closed, feeling the most wonderful sense of floating or falling, completely relaxed and comfortable with his master laying on top of him. Rings of phantom light seemed to bloom out on the insides of his eyelids, and he watched them expand into darkness for an untold period of time before his master sleepily murmured, "Have you learned your lesson, Daisuke?"

"Yes," said Daisuke softly. The effort required for this simple syllable was incredible, but he expended the energy for more. "Do you forgive me, master? Have I been punished enough?"

"Mmm-hmm," said the Kaizer, and warmth flooded Daisuke. All was well. He was back in the Kaizer's good graces.

There was silence then, as both boys lay with eyes closed in the dimness of the Kaizer's bedroom, while the heat generated by their sexual exertions dissipated into the air. Daisuke's semen cooled on his belly and grew unpleasantly sticky, and he began to ponder the merits of a bath. If the Kaizer hadn't still been inside him and on top of him, he decided, he would have very much liked one. That was another thing about being home : he was allowed to resume his accustomed ritual of morning and evening baths.

Suddenly clearing his throat a little, the Kaizer said, "Takeru is coming tomorrow." There was a pause before he added, "I agreed to let him visit and gave him safe passage to and from the fortress, because he wouldn't stop pestering me until I did."

Daisuke pondered this in the timeless, weightless place where his brain was currently residing. He felt a bit uneasy about this proposed visitation, but couldn't pin down why, and after a few minutes it seemed quite unimportant anyway. Questions plagued him, but in his drowsiness he couldn't really form them into words that could be articulated to his master; he wanted to ask why the Kaizer was telling him this in the first place, since he was just a slave and not entitled to know the Kaizer's plans for the future, but couldn't summon the energy. After a little while he gave up, and drifted off to sleep.

"I think this is a bad idea."

"You said that before."

"Well, I think it bears repeating."

"Eight times?"

"It doesn't seem to be sinking into your head. This is a bad idea. Moreover, this is stupid. What if he decides to grab you too?"

Takeru sighed and said, "What do you propose I do then, since you're so smart and know everything? By the way, there it is."

Pegasusmon tilted his wings and circled toward the dark blemish on the ground, that was really too big to be hidden by the forest in which it was situated. "I see it, I see it, I was just hoping you didn't. I propose, since you've asked my opinion, that you forget about this whole thing and let me take you home. Daisuke obviously wants to be with the Kaizer, and it's a safe bet that the Kaizer wants Daisuke to be there too. Just leave the two of them alone in their delusional little world together and forget about them as much as possible."

"That's awful! Daisuke's not delusional, he's just ... confused or something. Maybe Ken has threatened him and that's why he went back." Takeru didn't actually believe this, or anything resembling this, but something inside him rebelled against Pegasusmon's persistent suggestion that he give up on Daisuke. He just couldn't do that, and it wasn't simply the fact that he didn't want to abandon a teammate. He didn't want to abandon Daisuke. There was something deeply wrong with Daisuke, and Takeru wanted it fixed. He wanted his friend back.

"I hope you're right," said Pegasusmon, in a tone that implied that he wasn't holding out a whole lot of hope for it. A fact that Takeru found ironic, and something that would be amusing in a depressing sort of way under other circumstances. Oh well. Maybe it's my job to hold out enough hope for both of us. Takeru felt very hopeful about this trip.

The Armor Digimon and his human partner circled lower over the base, and a few scattered DarkTyrannomon glared up at them and flexed their claws. As promised, however, the Digimon did not attack, not even when Pegasusmon landed on the ground next to the base and began to approach at a walk. Takeru felt instantly better at seeing this, since Ken's given word that he would have safe passage in and out seemed to be good so far. Pegasusmon didn't let his guard down, though, which Takeru felt was only wise. Once they had crossed into the fortress proper, Takeru dismounted, allowing Pegasusmon to de-Digivolve back to Patamon.

"I still think this is a bad idea," said Patamon as he settled on Takeru's hat, but left it at that.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Takeru, and started walking.

Veemon's directions, only half-remembered from two months earlier and never exceptionally clear to begin with, were all that Takeru had to go on, and he fully expected to get lost at least once trying to locate Ken. That didn't happen, however; instead he came around the corner of the second turn that he thought was the correct one and nearly bumped into Exveemon.

"Ahhh!" he cried, having not expected that. He stopped short, and felt Patamon lose his balance and fly up into the air rather than fall.

Exveemon glared down at them both for a few seconds before grinding out, "You come with me. Patamon goes with them." A blue claw was aimed backward, toward three Digimon that could only be seen in the shadows by the glow in their eyes.

"No way!" said Takeru. "That wasn't part of the deal!"

"It is now," said Exveemon, and reached out to snatch Patamon out of the air. Patamon evaded the first attempt, but was caught on the second and thrown, tumbling like a baseball, toward the other Digimon. These turned out to be Veggiemon when they caught him.

"Takeru!" shrieked Patamon.

"Patamon!" Takeru was reaching for his Digivice, with the intent of fighting back, when Exveemon's vast hand closed over him and pinned his arms to his sides. It was possible for his Digivice to react and trigger an evolution without Takeru actually having it in his hand, but this was chancy whenever his life was not in immediate danger, and his life was not currently in immediate danger. He wasn't able to reach it or his D-terminal before Exveemon picked him up and he was carried away from Patamon.

"Takeru!" called Patamon again, and the word echoed down the metal hallways.

"Let go of me!" said Takeru, kicking viciously at Exveemon's forearm, which was the only part of the dragon that he could reach. Exveemon didn't react, and Takeru gave up after a few kicks. He wasn't making a dent in the Champion's hide anyway, and there was no way he could reach the spiral on Exveemon's upper arm from this angle. "This wasn't what I agreed to!"

Exveemon didn't reply, apparently having nothing more to say on the matter. He stalked through dark hallways, some of them lit only by the glow of his eyes, for what felt like quite a long time, and Takeru began to seriously rethink his willingness to trust Ken's word. Pegasusmon was right, this was insane, he thought, although there was really no other way to find the fortress and see Daisuke except to trust Ken. Takeru had never considered himself to be exceptionally gullible, and he didn't want to think that he might have been deceived this time either. Not to mention that ... Exveemon's grip on him wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world! He wiggled a little to get blood flowing back into his left arm.

Finally, Exveemon arrived at doorway, which opened to admit them, and Takeru got only a glimpse of the Kaizer seated in a chair before he was dropped unceremoniously onto the ground. The ungentle nature of this drop caused him to lose his balance and fall to his knees, and he was sure this was intentional.

"Good afternoon," said Ken.

"Yeah," said Takeru, picking himself up off the ground and flushed with suppressed rage. There was no way he was kneeling before Ken any longer than necessary. He dusted himself off and then looked angrily over at the Kaizer, only to become more angry when he saw that Daisuke was on his hands and knees on the floor beside the chair. A dark object that could only be a collar was around his neck, and there was a leash clipped to it that was loosely wrapped around the arm of the Kaizer's chair. If he was wearing anything at all, Takeru couldn't tell from the way he was crouched. Furious, Takeru took a step forward, and the Kaizer raised one hand to gesture a little. Exveemon's claws closed over Takeru's shoulders at the motion, stopping him cold. "Daisuke!" he said, but the boy on the floor didn't even look up.

"You wanted to see Daisuke?" said the Kaizer coolly. "Well, here he is." His hand dropped to the dark reddish-brown spikes and stroked; Takeru could see Daisuke shivering at the touch.

Ken's arrogant tone and this little gesture together hit Takeru all wrong, and the blonde's temper got the better of him. "What the hell do you think you're doing? What is this? What do you think this is?" He tore viciously at the grip that Exveemon had on him, which only caused the big Digimon to rearrange his hold and grasp tighter. After a moment, Takeru gave up, but his fury wasn't satisfied. "Do you think this is some kind of game?"

"Oh, no," said Ken, still petting Daisuke. His head was turned toward the collared boy and a slight, fond smile brushed his lips. Daisuke lifted his head a little toward the Kaizer's hand and closed his eyes; nausea grumbled in Takeru's belly. "No, it's not a game. I have never been more serious in my life." Gloved fingers brushed Daisuke's hair back and traced down along his jaw, and then tilted his chin up. Daisuke raised his head, bracing himself on the side of the Kaizer's chair, while his master leaned down over the arm to kiss him. Takeru looked sharply away, disgusted and not because it was two boys kissing each other; he couldn't stand the compliant submission that marked every motion Daisuke made, nor could he stand to look in the same direction as Daisuke's nakedness, presented to him now in profile.

Time passed, and the soft "mmphs" from the direction of the Kaizer and Daisuke grew less soft, and one of them lengthened into a moan. Incredulous, Takeru forced himself to glance over at them again, and found that the Kaizer had shifted to kiss the side of Daisuke's neck and was holding the collar up with one hand, while the other had wandered down to Daisuke's nipple. Takeru ostentatiously cleared his throat and said, "Excuse me, I hate to interrupt, but I'm still here."

Daisuke stiffened and had the grace to flush; Takeru attempted not to notice how the blush spread down from his neck across his chest, or how bright his ears became. The Kaizer sighed a little and drew back with slow regret, turning his attention back toward Takeru but keeping a hand on Daisuke's hair. "What is it you want, Takaishi?"

"I want you to let Daisuke go."

Ken laughed. "Why would I do that?"

"I don't know, maybe because it's freakin' insane to do something like this to another human being? Don't you have any conception of right and wrong here?"

"Of course I do. Those concepts simply do not apply to me. I am as far above you, as you are above a street rat."

"What?" Takeru stared. Had the boy totally lost touch with reality?

"I can do anything here. I'm like a god here, Takaishi. I was a lot in the real world, but here I'm even beyond that. Thousands of Digimon serve me, and worship me. I can change the world as I see fit, create and destroy with a few keystrokes of programming. I have a right to whatever I want, and what I wanted was Daisuke." The fingers in Daisuke's hair tightened, and the chained boy took in a sharp intake of breath. Takeru instinctively attempted to get to him to rescue him, but was stopped immediately by Exveemon.

"Mmm," said the Kaizer with a beautiful little smile. "You don't like it when I do this, mmm?" With that, he cruelly yanked Daisuke's head back by the hair, something that Daisuke did nothing to prevent or stop. He just shut his eyes and gasped.

"Stop that!" said Takeru. "He hasn't done anything to you, just leave him alone!" With Daisuke's head pulled back, he was forced to sit back on his haunches, and although Takeru made a valiant effort to keep his eyes glued on the Kaizer's face so as to spare Daisuke the shame of being stared at ... he couldn't help but notice the bruises the marked the skin over Daisuke's ribs and nipples, and the fact that his friend was strongly aroused. He felt sick again, and not just because Daisuke was being hurt right in front of him. This very obvious reaction in Daisuke just wasn't natural.

The Kaizer glanced at Daisuke, and then frowned and looked closer, and said, "Why are your eyes closed, Daisuke?"

Daisuke stammered a little, and his hands moved as if he wanted to reach up and remove Ken's fist from his hair. He didn't, though, he kept his hands down on his thighs. "I-I ... Takeru ..."

"What about Takeru?" The Kaizer shook him by the hair, completely ignoring Takeru's shout of protest. When Daisuke only stuttered a little more, the Kaizer shifted his grip down to the fine, delicate hairs on the nape of Daisuke's neck and twisted them hard, causing the darker boy to cry out in pain. Takeru could see Daisuke's eyes watering from it, and he fought once again to free himself, again to no effect. "What about Takeru?" said the Kaizer again. "Are you ashamed for him to see you like this? Are you ashamed to be kneeling naked in front of someone you wanted to lead?" Although he didn't really understand the significance of what the Kaizer was saying, even Takeru could hear the threat in that one word, and his stomach turned over at the thought of what Ken was demonstrably capable of doing.

"N-no," gasped Daisuke, and his dark brown eyes fluttered open again and found Takeru, who looked off to one side. Daisuke might claim not to be ashamed, but Takeru certainly was - he was ashamed to be the same species as Ken. "M-m-master, ahhhh!" Takeru winced a little in sympathy, and closed his eyes against his nausea when he heard Daisuke hit the floor. Whatever had made him think this was a good idea? Of course, Ken would probably be hurting Daisuke anyway, whether Takeru was here to witness it or not. It wasn't more acceptable for not being seen, no matter how painful it was to watch.

"If you're not ashamed," said the Kaizer, "then stop kneeling with your knees together like that. When have I encouraged you to do that? Never. You want another lesson, don't you?"

"No, no master, please!" The raw terror in Daisuke's voice was impossible to miss, and so out of place coming from Daisuke that Takeru suddenly felt as if he'd stepped into some sort of dream world. "Please, no, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Before he knew what he was doing, Takeru said, "By the honor of your ancestors, Ken, stop that!"

"Ooh, Takaishi doesn't like it. You like it, though, don't you, Daisuke?"

Daisuke's reply was whispered. "Yes, master."

"He wants me to let you go. What do you want, Daisuke?"

"I want to stay here." This also was whispered, low so that Takeru could barely hear it.

"And if I were to tell you that you had to go with him?"

Takeru's heart leapt. Was Ken finally coming to his senses? Daisuke, however, sounded afraid again when he said, "No, master. Please master, don't let him take me again. Please say you won't let him take me away again." His voice quavered.

"Shhh," said the Kaizer. "It's all right, I won't let him take you." Takeru looked to see the Kaizer's hand stroking through Daisuke's hair, and just as quickly looked away again when he saw how shamelessly Daisuke was now exposed, kneeling with his thighs widely spread. He felt his cheeks prickle; he and Daisuke had shared a locker room in the past, but this was terribly different, terribly wrong. Eventually, he'd learn to stop giving in to his curiosity and just keep his eyes fixed on the corner.

"So, you see?" said the Kaizer after a few moments, when Daisuke had quieted. "He doesn't want to go with you."

Keeping a tight control on his voice, Takeru said, "You and I both know that he doesn't mean that. You've brainwashed him into thinking that he has to be with you, but that doesn't mean that he really wants to."

"And you're brainwashed into thinking that everyone in the world is better off free and independent. What makes you think that, other than the fact that everyone has told you so from the moment you were born?"

"That's not the same thing."

"Why not?"

"Because I know what I'm doing, and I haven't had my mind fucked around with!"

"But it is the same thing. If anything, Daisuke has more ability to pick what he likes than you do, because he has been exposed to more than one way of thinking. He's been in your world, and he's been in mine, and he likes mine better."

"Everyone deserves the right to choose. You've taken that away from him." Takeru delivered this stubbornly, and stared hard at the corner.

"At the moment, he can choose. He chose to return to me. He's choosing to stay with me. He could have stayed in the real world with you, and I would never have been able to touch him again. But he came back. He hasn't made even the slightest effort to escape again, and he just now told you that he wants to stay."

"Only because you've forced him to for so long he doesn't know how to function in the real world anymore! Did you know that he was in a mental institution for two months?"

"Mmmm," said Ken softly, and after a moment he added, "Daisuke is so sexy when he's being forced. I loved having him caged. I'd do it again if I weren't concerned about neurological damage. You liked it too, didn't you Daisuke? Being trapped and cornered and unable to escape me?"

"Yes, master," whispered Daisuke, sounding a little breathless.

It's all about power with him, Takeru realized. It's all about control. He cringed then when he heard them kissing again, and Daisuke said, "Mmmph" in a whimper of desire.

What, though, could be so out-of-control in Ken's life that he needed to compensate for it by exercising such total control over Daisuke? Takeru had no clue, and he had a hard time thinking about it clearly when he could hear Daisuke and Ken making out less than eight meters away. Finally, he cleared his throat again, loudly, to reconnect with Ken's flighty attention.

"Oh yes, you," said Ken after a moment. "As I was saying, you can't have him. That was about all that you wanted, wasn't it?"

"You can't keep him forever," said Takeru venomously.

"Yes I can. And I will. He belongs to me. He's even got my name on him, which is only proper for such a personal item." Takeru could hear Ken standing up and approaching, while he battled down his fury at hearing Daisuke referred to in such a way. "But why are you so vehement about this, Takaishi? What's your interest in Daisuke?"

"He's my friend, and beyond that he's a human being," said Takeru. "He has rights, and I'm not going to stand by and watch you walk all over them. It's my duty as a sane person to put a stop to this."

"I wonder." Ken was very close now, and Takeru turned his head even further away, determined not to give him the satisfaction of eye contact. Especially when he couldn't really see the other boy's eyes in the first place. So he was very surprised, and yelped a little and jerked back, when he felt a hand brushing up the outside of his thigh. "I know that you were the only one to really continue to put effort into finding Daisuke after all those months. I watched you, you know, tracked you while you roamed all over the digital world in search of him. First it was all of you, then just three of you, then two, then it was Takaishi all alone most of the time while the other children went on with their lives. Why was that?"

"Stop that," said Takeru, trying to squirm away from the Kaizer's light touch. Exveemon still had a hold on him though. Someone, somewhere, was laughing right now that it was Daisuke's own Digimon partner who had him trapped, and Takeru felt that that someone was probably Ken.

"And now, when I finally have my slave back," continued the Kaizer, still running his finger's over Takeru's thigh and hip, "here's Takaishi practically mailbombing me until I agree to let him see Daisuke. And here's Takaishi, going ballistic when I play with my pet. Why is this always Takaishi? Why do you care so much?"

Fed up with Ken's offensive familiarity, Takeru attempted to slam a knee up into the boy's groin. The Kaizer simply drifted back a few inches so that Takeru's knee missed its target and then slammed the heel of his hand down into the nerve bundle that served the muscles laying across the top of Takeru's thigh. Part of his leg went numb; the rest began to scream in agony. Takeru bit his lip and choked on his automatic cry of pain.

"Now, now," chided the Kaizer gently. "I haven't tried to hurt you, and I'd appreciate it if you'd return the favor. Are you sure there wasn't some ulterior motive to you wanting to come here so badly?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" said Takeru, trying not to gasp and not entirely succeeding.

The Kaizer's finger drifted next up his chest. "You know, if you'd just come out and said it, I would have said yes."

"Said what? What are you talking about?"

"That you wanted to fuck Daisuke. That's why you're taking such an interest in his fate, isn't it? You love him, and you want him for yourself."

Takeru couldn't help staring at Ken then for a few seconds, despite his earlier resolution not to look him in the eye. Then he couldn't help laughing out loud as well. "Love him? What crack are you smoking? He's my friend, but I sure as hell don't want to screw him. That's ... eww, that's completely gross."

Ken drew back a little, frowning and silent. Takeru elected to chase after him with words, since he couldn't do it physically. "You're slipping bad, Your Kaizership. Ken the genius who used to wow Tokyo with his stunning intellect wouldn't be projecting his own lust onto someone else."

"Shut up," said Ken.

"Uh huh. When's the last time you put up a dark tower, huh? Or invented something devious that didn't involve inflicting pain on Daisuke? Hell, you can't even hold a conversation for more than two minutes without necking with him." The truth and reality unfolded itself for Takeru in a dizzy rush as he spoke it; the instant the words were out of his mouth, he knew that this was what he had been looking for. This was the depth of the wrongness that plagued this situation, that had remained just outside of his grasp until now. "You've succeeded in really fucking Daisuke up, but you haven't gotten out of this unscathed yourself. You're just as fucked up as he is, and you're just as dependent on him as he is on you."

"Out." Exveemon shifted at this word from the Kaizer, and Takeru found himself dragged backward. He laughed, drunk on his certainty that he had hit upon the single, absolute truth that Ken couldn't handle.

"This isn't over, Ken. This will never be over. You're sick, and you're just as much a victim of your sickness as Daisuke."

"You're wrong," said the Kaizer in a flat tone. "This is over. Take yourself home and don't come back. The next time I see you, I'm going to kill you."

"That won't save you!" yelled Takeru, just as the doors thudded shut, and the finality of the sound was dead and did not echo in the cold metal corridor.

~ fin ~

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