Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Treason and trust ❯ Part 17 ( Chapter 17 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Leya 
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.27.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 972 | Visits: 325 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.27.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 972 | Visits: 325 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Treason and trust 17
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The next day brought an unpleasant mixture of rain and squalls and Daisuke who was waiting on the street in front of Ken's apartment felt rather cold and uncomfortable.
He was waiting for nearly three hours now but still no sign of Ken. He needed to talk to the boy and he was determined not to give up. He would speak to Ken even if it meant to wait for the next weeks. Or months. Daisuke shuddered when a cold gust of wind crept under his jacket but he didn't move.
Too stubborn to let go he simply backed a little more into the wall behind him and watched the entrance of the house in front of him. One day Ken had to come out and then he would talk to him. And then everything would be alright.
Daisuke turned his gaze to one of the windows and saw his nemesis. With a broad smile he lifted his hand and pointed his index finger on the other boy, before drawing it slowly over his throat. He was sure Osamu understood when he was threatened.
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Osamu couldn't believe it. He looked out of the window and there he saw 'him'. Daisuke. Waiting, watching, observing. Threatening him. How dare he to behave like he was in the right? This annoying little brat really got a nerve.
A new feeling hit him with full force and the elder Ichijouji felt something rising in his heart what he hadn't felt for a really long time now. Hate. Real, utter and complete hate. Never before he had hated someone this much but now there was Daisuke.
The little bastard tried to steal Ken from him. But this was something that never would happen. Osamu smiled cruelly. Maybe it was time to show this silly boy who was in control.
"Ken? Come here." He held out his hand and his brother quickly joined him at the window. He snuggled closer to his brother's body and looked up at him with adoring eyes.
"Yes, Osamu? What do you want?"
"You. I want you, Ken." Osamu pressed his lips against Ken's neck, lapping at the soft skin before he kissed him gently on the mouth. He buried his hand in Ken's indigo coloured hair and drew him nearer. Their tongues met, duelling for dominance before Ken gave in and melted into his arms. The kiss deepened with every second and Ken willingly parted his lips for Osamu's exploring tongue. Finally they broke apart, both panting heavily.
In this instant Osamu opened Ken's shirt and removed it quickly. He kissed his way over the white skin on his brother's chest and abdomen, trailing wet kisses over his body until he reached his pants. Slowly he freed him from the distracting piece of clothing and looked at Ken for several moments.
Slowly he took him in his hand, stroking several times and finally bending forward to surround his brother's firmness with his mouth. Ken threw back his head in pleasure and cried out in a mixture of lust and desire. Unknown feelings were running through his body as Osamu continued on licking and sucking at the sensitive skin of his member and when he finally let his tongue swirl around the head of the erection, he heard what he most wanted to hear. Ken was already reduced to begging.
"Don't stop! I...I need you...Osamu, please...don't stop!" He pushed his hips forward but Osamu placed his hand on his hips and held him in place. With a frustrated groan Ken stilled his movements.
Osamu smiled around the shaft in his mouth. He loved to hear his brother beg like this. It was definitely worth it. Giving Ken a blow-job was something he had never done before but he liked the power he held over the smaller boy and the way he was able to manipulate his every feeling and make him react the way he wanted him to.
He grabbed Ken's balls and rolled them softly in his hand. Ken whimpered, arching his back at the wonderful feeling of Osamu's hands around his testicles and couldn't bear it any longer. With a strangled cry he came.
The older boy swallowed Ken's essence and stood up. He drew the trembling form of his brother into his arms and looked out of the window. He still was there. Osamu smiled. He hoped Daisuke had seen everything. Just like he had planned it.
Osamu grinned devilishly and patted Ken's head affectionately. "You've done well. I'm proud of you, Kenny." Again he looked down on the street but this time Daisuke was gone.
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Daisuke felt the sudden urge to vomit. He turned around and left as quickly as possible but tried not to break into a run. To run away right now would make Osamu feel as if he had won and Daisuke was determined to never humiliate himself again in front of Osamu Ichijouji.
He strolled homewards. There were many things he had to think about and while he climbed the stairs to his apartment the look of devotion and lust he had seen on Ken's face still clearly in his mind.
Daisuke closed the door of his room and sat down on his desk. He won't give up. Ever. Ken was his and his alone. Osamu wanted to mess around with him? He smiled coldly. Seems as if Osamu was in for a surprise.
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Treason and trust 17
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The next day brought an unpleasant mixture of rain and squalls and Daisuke who was waiting on the street in front of Ken's apartment felt rather cold and uncomfortable.
He was waiting for nearly three hours now but still no sign of Ken. He needed to talk to the boy and he was determined not to give up. He would speak to Ken even if it meant to wait for the next weeks. Or months. Daisuke shuddered when a cold gust of wind crept under his jacket but he didn't move.
Too stubborn to let go he simply backed a little more into the wall behind him and watched the entrance of the house in front of him. One day Ken had to come out and then he would talk to him. And then everything would be alright.
Daisuke turned his gaze to one of the windows and saw his nemesis. With a broad smile he lifted his hand and pointed his index finger on the other boy, before drawing it slowly over his throat. He was sure Osamu understood when he was threatened.
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Osamu couldn't believe it. He looked out of the window and there he saw 'him'. Daisuke. Waiting, watching, observing. Threatening him. How dare he to behave like he was in the right? This annoying little brat really got a nerve.
A new feeling hit him with full force and the elder Ichijouji felt something rising in his heart what he hadn't felt for a really long time now. Hate. Real, utter and complete hate. Never before he had hated someone this much but now there was Daisuke.
The little bastard tried to steal Ken from him. But this was something that never would happen. Osamu smiled cruelly. Maybe it was time to show this silly boy who was in control.
"Ken? Come here." He held out his hand and his brother quickly joined him at the window. He snuggled closer to his brother's body and looked up at him with adoring eyes.
"Yes, Osamu? What do you want?"
"You. I want you, Ken." Osamu pressed his lips against Ken's neck, lapping at the soft skin before he kissed him gently on the mouth. He buried his hand in Ken's indigo coloured hair and drew him nearer. Their tongues met, duelling for dominance before Ken gave in and melted into his arms. The kiss deepened with every second and Ken willingly parted his lips for Osamu's exploring tongue. Finally they broke apart, both panting heavily.
In this instant Osamu opened Ken's shirt and removed it quickly. He kissed his way over the white skin on his brother's chest and abdomen, trailing wet kisses over his body until he reached his pants. Slowly he freed him from the distracting piece of clothing and looked at Ken for several moments.
Slowly he took him in his hand, stroking several times and finally bending forward to surround his brother's firmness with his mouth. Ken threw back his head in pleasure and cried out in a mixture of lust and desire. Unknown feelings were running through his body as Osamu continued on licking and sucking at the sensitive skin of his member and when he finally let his tongue swirl around the head of the erection, he heard what he most wanted to hear. Ken was already reduced to begging.
"Don't stop! I...I need you...Osamu, please...don't stop!" He pushed his hips forward but Osamu placed his hand on his hips and held him in place. With a frustrated groan Ken stilled his movements.
Osamu smiled around the shaft in his mouth. He loved to hear his brother beg like this. It was definitely worth it. Giving Ken a blow-job was something he had never done before but he liked the power he held over the smaller boy and the way he was able to manipulate his every feeling and make him react the way he wanted him to.
He grabbed Ken's balls and rolled them softly in his hand. Ken whimpered, arching his back at the wonderful feeling of Osamu's hands around his testicles and couldn't bear it any longer. With a strangled cry he came.
The older boy swallowed Ken's essence and stood up. He drew the trembling form of his brother into his arms and looked out of the window. He still was there. Osamu smiled. He hoped Daisuke had seen everything. Just like he had planned it.
Osamu grinned devilishly and patted Ken's head affectionately. "You've done well. I'm proud of you, Kenny." Again he looked down on the street but this time Daisuke was gone.
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Daisuke felt the sudden urge to vomit. He turned around and left as quickly as possible but tried not to break into a run. To run away right now would make Osamu feel as if he had won and Daisuke was determined to never humiliate himself again in front of Osamu Ichijouji.
He strolled homewards. There were many things he had to think about and while he climbed the stairs to his apartment the look of devotion and lust he had seen on Ken's face still clearly in his mind.
Daisuke closed the door of his room and sat down on his desk. He won't give up. Ever. Ken was his and his alone. Osamu wanted to mess around with him? He smiled coldly. Seems as if Osamu was in for a surprise.