Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Under Stress ❯ Sweat ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Event Horizon 
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 02.13.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 232 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 02.13.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 232 | Status: Completed
EH: I was coerced into writing another chapter by a very adamant Kaiser. To
put it briefly, he was quite persuasive. That, and my hands are cuffed
to the keyboard...
Kaiser: Less talk! More story! <snaps whip above EH's head />
EH: I can't be creative under these conditions! Ugh, anyway, the same rules
apply - I own nothing - but this time it's Digimon and Tool.
Kaiser: Ha, ha! You couldn't find a decent Godsmack song, could you?!
EH: Errr.... NO! I couldn't! It really pisses me that I'd used 'Forgive Me'
for the last chapter and should've used 'Mistakes' instead. Then FM would've
been providing the background for this chapter.
Ken: Tool's not that bad...
EH: I was getting to that part! I love Tool, really I do! 'Sweat' rocks, and
they rock, and I NEED to buy their new album!
Miyako: Um, what happened to the story?
EH: Whoops! Okay, here it is... Oh yeah, did I mention
that this is Sweat by Tool?
Ken: Yep.
I'm sweating
and breathing
and staring and thinking
and sinking
deeper.
It's almost like I'm swimming
She closed the door behind them. The room was dark, save for a soft brushing of daylight next to the closed drapes. Dark and silent. Ken stood still behind her, not daring to think. She turned around, pinning the ruler to his own door. She leaned her weight into him, focusing it on her hands, preventing him from running.
Like he would've. Ken stared into the dark lines of her face that his eyes were slowly adjusting for. He was half scared of her rediscovered impetuousness, half shamefully sullen at himself. He didn't move, he couldn't. Miyako tilted her head and locked his lips in a hungry, desperate kiss. Oh, she loved the way he smelled, she drew it in through her nose and rolled the warm, cottony scent over her brain. He began to kiss her back with closed lips, not wanting to start something he couldn't stop. Something that would bring that bastard part of his personality out.
And let it run free.
The sun is burning hot again
on the hunter
and the fisherman.
And he's trying to remember when,
but it makes me dizzy.
The world that was this stale room spun into nothingness around him. Everything was her lips, smoothing over his desperately - hot breath flowing onto his skin. Teasing the small immature hairs around his mouth. She took her hands away to pull apart the clasp on his cape. Ken dropped his head backwards, into the door, trying to control his breathing. Trying to stop his eyes from growing wide as his thoughts jogged ahead in time. Trying to stop himself from reaching up and pushing her down.
Seems like I've been here before.
Seems so familiar.
Seems like I'm slipping
into a dream within a dream.
Yes, just going ahead with what his unconscious Id had been throwing up in his face for months. That pretty little Digidestined girl. The one with the slim stomach and wide hips. The one... He closed his hentai eyes, but she had finished with the cape - it lay limp on the carpet - and was stroking her warm palms up and down his jumpsuit. He shivered coldly as something sensitive twitched in his body. The bad ruler took his curled fingers from the wood and pressed them into her shoulders, picked her up and tossed her to the bed; lustful haste.
Must be the way you whisper.
Miyako fell onto the midnight blankets on the bed she made. The mattress creaked a little under her and she screamed. Her face knit painfully, grasping at her side. Ken strode over to the foot of it in an uncontrolled rampage. But her strained utterance grated on his ears and brought him to his knees.
"Miyako?" She pulled in a ragged breath after letting out the air she held in. Her purple hair fell over her face as she drew her knees to her chest. "Ai, I'm sorry..." He stroked her hair, cradling the top of her skull in his hands. Both his hands. The only sound in the room began when she began to sniffle back the tears that ran down her face. Ken crawled up on the sheets, brushing her hair in long strokes, trying to wrap what he could of her body in a hug.
The sun is setting cool again.
I'm a thinker
and a fisherman.
And I'm trying to remember when
but it makes me dizzy.
He was sorry for so much and he let her cry. Her sobs began to wane away from physical pain, pouring out of her mouth in simple sorrow now. Miyako tried to sit up, but with Ken hovering over her like a sentinel on the border of the frontline, she could only lean into him. He wrapped his arms around her and leaned backwards, laying them both down into the encompassing bed. She shifted off him a little, burying her red face in his neck. Her ribs hurt so much, a dull burn that came and went, but her mind hurt more. She nuzzled his neck, wanting to be held tighter by her master, wanting to find comfort in the instruments of her terror. And he did. Ken held her, kissing the top of her head, whispering sweet things into the atmosphere.
And I'm sweating,
and breathing,
and staring and thinking.
And sinking
deeper.
And it's almost like I'm swimming.
Her sobs died away, and she sighed, relaxing into the complete and utter attention Ichijouji gave her. He smelled differently now, warm and cottony, yes - but somewhat musty and... How did he taste? She opened her lips that were pressed to the smooth skin on his neck. Slowly and deliberately, she licked small patches of sweaty skin. He tasted... like something salty and alive. He tasted like all her dreams. She twisted her way up to his earlobe, slowly sucking and putting gentle pressure on it. He shivered, rolling out from under her - but staying in a close proximity to her mouth. So she wanted to try again, did she?
Ken put all his fierce desires under layers of self-hatred. He put his hands on either side of her on the bed, making her stop her oral wanderings. Making her look him in the eyes. She'd taken off his glasses in the control room and he had felt ashamed, humiliated, naked. Now he wanted her to see his eyes, or rather what she could in the dark. Wanted her to see and understand.
She looked up, her hair falling away from her face. Into those ocean eyes she'd wanted to see for so long. He looked like nothing, pure blankness, and everything at the same time. Exactly. There were no overwhelming feelings, just him. Just his soul, for everything that it was. Good and evil. Debasing passivity and the aggressiveness that scared her to death.
Everything.
Seems like I've been here before.
Seems so familiar.
Seems like I'm slipping
into a dream within a dream.
Ken looked away from her eyes - she understood. She understood him. He pushed the hem of her shirt up a little, frowning deeply at the bruises that bandaged over the damage. He rolled his finger over the waves that were her small stomach muscles. Watched them ripple as they crashed into shore, desperately ticklish. They tightened reflexively, and she laughed at his touch. He was so delicate now.
But that was the Kaiser - that was Ichijouji. That was just how he worked, her captor and her guardian. He leaned down, kissing every small spot he'd hurt. His right hand stroked over her skin, repayment in progress. Their room was still stale, the daylight at the window retreating. Time slipped by without notice.
It's the way you whisper...
It drags me under...
and takes me home.
EH: I wrote this in one (count it) ONE night!
Kaiser: Well, that was a little disappointing...
EH: Ugh! Can't you be happy for once and congratulate me on a job well done?
Miyako: Congrats! I thought it was sweet!
EH: Heh, thank you... Um, now that I've got going again, I think there will
be more chapters.
Miyako: More? Haven't you already killed it?
EH: Hey! Thanks for the support - showing your true colours... There will
be plenty of angst and a little furthering of Ken and Miyako's relationship.
Kaiser: Does 'angst' by any chance mean blood?
EH: Yes.
Kaiser: <does funny little dance that you have to see to believe /> Woohoo!
Score one for the bad guys!
put it briefly, he was quite persuasive. That, and my hands are cuffed
to the keyboard...
Kaiser: Less talk! More story! <snaps whip above EH's head />
EH: I can't be creative under these conditions! Ugh, anyway, the same rules
apply - I own nothing - but this time it's Digimon and Tool.
Kaiser: Ha, ha! You couldn't find a decent Godsmack song, could you?!
EH: Errr.... NO! I couldn't! It really pisses me that I'd used 'Forgive Me'
for the last chapter and should've used 'Mistakes' instead. Then FM would've
been providing the background for this chapter.
Ken: Tool's not that bad...
EH: I was getting to that part! I love Tool, really I do! 'Sweat' rocks, and
they rock, and I NEED to buy their new album!
Miyako: Um, what happened to the story?
EH: Whoops! Okay, here it is... Oh yeah, did I mention
that this is Sweat by Tool?
Ken: Yep.
I'm sweating
and breathing
and staring and thinking
and sinking
deeper.
It's almost like I'm swimming
She closed the door behind them. The room was dark, save for a soft brushing of daylight next to the closed drapes. Dark and silent. Ken stood still behind her, not daring to think. She turned around, pinning the ruler to his own door. She leaned her weight into him, focusing it on her hands, preventing him from running.
Like he would've. Ken stared into the dark lines of her face that his eyes were slowly adjusting for. He was half scared of her rediscovered impetuousness, half shamefully sullen at himself. He didn't move, he couldn't. Miyako tilted her head and locked his lips in a hungry, desperate kiss. Oh, she loved the way he smelled, she drew it in through her nose and rolled the warm, cottony scent over her brain. He began to kiss her back with closed lips, not wanting to start something he couldn't stop. Something that would bring that bastard part of his personality out.
And let it run free.
The sun is burning hot again
on the hunter
and the fisherman.
And he's trying to remember when,
but it makes me dizzy.
The world that was this stale room spun into nothingness around him. Everything was her lips, smoothing over his desperately - hot breath flowing onto his skin. Teasing the small immature hairs around his mouth. She took her hands away to pull apart the clasp on his cape. Ken dropped his head backwards, into the door, trying to control his breathing. Trying to stop his eyes from growing wide as his thoughts jogged ahead in time. Trying to stop himself from reaching up and pushing her down.
Seems like I've been here before.
Seems so familiar.
Seems like I'm slipping
into a dream within a dream.
Yes, just going ahead with what his unconscious Id had been throwing up in his face for months. That pretty little Digidestined girl. The one with the slim stomach and wide hips. The one... He closed his hentai eyes, but she had finished with the cape - it lay limp on the carpet - and was stroking her warm palms up and down his jumpsuit. He shivered coldly as something sensitive twitched in his body. The bad ruler took his curled fingers from the wood and pressed them into her shoulders, picked her up and tossed her to the bed; lustful haste.
Must be the way you whisper.
Miyako fell onto the midnight blankets on the bed she made. The mattress creaked a little under her and she screamed. Her face knit painfully, grasping at her side. Ken strode over to the foot of it in an uncontrolled rampage. But her strained utterance grated on his ears and brought him to his knees.
"Miyako?" She pulled in a ragged breath after letting out the air she held in. Her purple hair fell over her face as she drew her knees to her chest. "Ai, I'm sorry..." He stroked her hair, cradling the top of her skull in his hands. Both his hands. The only sound in the room began when she began to sniffle back the tears that ran down her face. Ken crawled up on the sheets, brushing her hair in long strokes, trying to wrap what he could of her body in a hug.
The sun is setting cool again.
I'm a thinker
and a fisherman.
And I'm trying to remember when
but it makes me dizzy.
He was sorry for so much and he let her cry. Her sobs began to wane away from physical pain, pouring out of her mouth in simple sorrow now. Miyako tried to sit up, but with Ken hovering over her like a sentinel on the border of the frontline, she could only lean into him. He wrapped his arms around her and leaned backwards, laying them both down into the encompassing bed. She shifted off him a little, burying her red face in his neck. Her ribs hurt so much, a dull burn that came and went, but her mind hurt more. She nuzzled his neck, wanting to be held tighter by her master, wanting to find comfort in the instruments of her terror. And he did. Ken held her, kissing the top of her head, whispering sweet things into the atmosphere.
And I'm sweating,
and breathing,
and staring and thinking.
And sinking
deeper.
And it's almost like I'm swimming.
Her sobs died away, and she sighed, relaxing into the complete and utter attention Ichijouji gave her. He smelled differently now, warm and cottony, yes - but somewhat musty and... How did he taste? She opened her lips that were pressed to the smooth skin on his neck. Slowly and deliberately, she licked small patches of sweaty skin. He tasted... like something salty and alive. He tasted like all her dreams. She twisted her way up to his earlobe, slowly sucking and putting gentle pressure on it. He shivered, rolling out from under her - but staying in a close proximity to her mouth. So she wanted to try again, did she?
Ken put all his fierce desires under layers of self-hatred. He put his hands on either side of her on the bed, making her stop her oral wanderings. Making her look him in the eyes. She'd taken off his glasses in the control room and he had felt ashamed, humiliated, naked. Now he wanted her to see his eyes, or rather what she could in the dark. Wanted her to see and understand.
She looked up, her hair falling away from her face. Into those ocean eyes she'd wanted to see for so long. He looked like nothing, pure blankness, and everything at the same time. Exactly. There were no overwhelming feelings, just him. Just his soul, for everything that it was. Good and evil. Debasing passivity and the aggressiveness that scared her to death.
Everything.
Seems like I've been here before.
Seems so familiar.
Seems like I'm slipping
into a dream within a dream.
Ken looked away from her eyes - she understood. She understood him. He pushed the hem of her shirt up a little, frowning deeply at the bruises that bandaged over the damage. He rolled his finger over the waves that were her small stomach muscles. Watched them ripple as they crashed into shore, desperately ticklish. They tightened reflexively, and she laughed at his touch. He was so delicate now.
But that was the Kaiser - that was Ichijouji. That was just how he worked, her captor and her guardian. He leaned down, kissing every small spot he'd hurt. His right hand stroked over her skin, repayment in progress. Their room was still stale, the daylight at the window retreating. Time slipped by without notice.
It's the way you whisper...
It drags me under...
and takes me home.
EH: I wrote this in one (count it) ONE night!
Kaiser: Well, that was a little disappointing...
EH: Ugh! Can't you be happy for once and congratulate me on a job well done?
Miyako: Congrats! I thought it was sweet!
EH: Heh, thank you... Um, now that I've got going again, I think there will
be more chapters.
Miyako: More? Haven't you already killed it?
EH: Hey! Thanks for the support - showing your true colours... There will
be plenty of angst and a little furthering of Ken and Miyako's relationship.
Kaiser: Does 'angst' by any chance mean blood?
EH: Yes.
Kaiser: <does funny little dance that you have to see to believe /> Woohoo!
Score one for the bad guys!