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A Not So Brief Respite

A 'Takekaiser' Digimon Adventure 02 Slash/Yaoi PWP

by Meimi

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STANDARD DISCLAIMER: I don't own Digimon.

YAOI WARNING: This is a yaoi fic and contains within it sex and other
dirty deeds between two male characters. If this disturbs you in
any way PLEASE do not continue reading. And yes, I am sick and
twisted, thanks for asking.

PWP WARNING: This is an absolute 'Plot? What Plot?'. That means that
this fic was solely written for the sex and sex alone. There might be
hints of plot here and there... but not much. ^_~

THE SETUP: Takeru tries to convince a rather stubborn Kaiser to get
out while the getting's good while the rest of the destined were
having fun destroying spires in the particular area Ken was located
in. Finally getting frustrated, Takeru jumps our dear Kaiser,
trussing him up with his own whip and a few other things and hauls
him off to a secluded cave to hide out in for the duration. As for
how they got to be on speaking terms, don't ask we're still writing
that... eheh.

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Takeru sighed, walking back into the cave, his eyes instantly falling
upon the struggling figure near the back. He winced internally as a
pair of miniature raging amethyst fires lit up upon his entrance into
their field of view. The Kaiser was completely pissed off and he knew
he was going to end up paying for this for a long time to come.
Shaking his head to keep himself from going down the path of just how
he would end up paying for it, Takeru made his way to the back of the
cave and knelt down in front of Ken. "I am sorry about this, but it's
for your own good. I doubt either of us want to think about what
might have happened if the others caught up to you when you were that
vulnerable." Takeru frowned as Ken continued to glare at him.
Realizing the futility of trying to get the Kaiser to understand
anything before he was good and ready to, Takeru reached up, slowly
untied the gag and hoped he wasn't about to get blasted for his
efforts.

"Let. Me. Go." Ken ground out after Takeru pulled the gag out.
Growling low in his throat, Ken pulled against his bonds in futility
as Takeru shook his head sadly. "How dare you do this to me!"

Takeru reached up and lightly ran his fingertips along Ken's jaw as
the Kaiser continued to snarl at him. A few moments later, he had
enough of it and leaned forward, silencing Ken instantly in mid-rant
with a hesitant kiss.

In shock, Ken stared at Takeru even as the blonde's lips pressed
softly against his own. He scarcely breathed as Takeru drew back a
moment later, wearing an expression Ken couldn't quite read. Licking
his lips, Ken tried again to regain some sort of control, "Let me
go."

Takeru shook his head again, somewhat hurt when Ken turned away,
refusing to look at him. "I can't do that," he whispered as he
reached up to gently stroke Ken's cheek. Trailing his fingers up into
spiky indigo hair, he dared to speak his thoughts for this one single
instant, "You're beautiful."

Ken jerked around, staring unbelieving into twinkling blue eyes that
confirmed the truth of those words. "I...I..." he barely managed to
get out as Takeru leaned forward again to silence him with a kiss,
this one far more demanding than the last. Admitting defeat, if only
to himself, he closed his eyes and parted his lips in an invitation
neither of them wished to ignore.

Their tongues slid together, tasting of each other, both wanting and
giving at the same time until they both lost themselves in the feel
of each other. Ken shivered as Takeru's hands slowly slid down his
body, softly caressing at first but soon becoming insistent, almost
as if they were searching for something.

Ken blinked curiously as Takeru drew back, a befuddled expression on
his face as he began to search with his eyes as well as his hands. He
felt up everywhere, leaving Ken feeling somewhat frustrated and yet
not finding what he was searching for. Disengaging himself completely
from Ken, Takeru scratched his chin and muttered, "Where is it? There
has got to be a zipper or something in there."

Ken smirked knowingly, recognizing a golden opportunity, in more ways
than one, "Let me go and I'll show you."

"Nope, not gonna happen. You're not leaving here tonight," Takeru
stated plainly as he continued to stare at the Kaiser's amazingly
zipper-less and button-less uniform, completely ignoring the put out
expression Ken was shooting at him. At a loss, he started looking
around at the cave hoping that something might give him an idea.
Seeing something black near the far wall, he smiled cheekily, climbed
to his feet and walked over to it.

Groaning in frustration, Ken banged his head back against the rock
wall a few times before closing his eyes and trying to get out of his
bonds one more time. Failing yet again, he sighed and tried to
meditatively get rid of the excess 'energy' now running through his
body thanks to Takeru's ministrations... which would have been
welcome in any other situation where he could actually DO something
about it, but definitely not in this one.

A few moments passed like this, with Ken continually trying to calm
himself down and getting rather annoyed that it was proving to be
quite difficult to accomplish. He twitched at the sound of rock
hitting against rock, opening his eyes in confusion as the sound was
soon accompanied by the sound of Takeru... 'swearing?'... under his
breath. Looking over towards Takeru and only managing to see the
blonde seated on the ground with his back to Ken, he frowned and
asked, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Takeru called back, and instantly followed up with,
"Ouch!"

"Liar," Ken fired back, disgruntled at not getting an immediate
answer. "You're hurting yourself. Stop it."

"In a minute," Takeru returned as if he was only half paying
attention. "I'm almost finished. Ouch."

Ken ground his teeth together, this was getting to be a bit much for
his temper. "Don't you ever listen to *anything* I tell you to do?"

"Only if I want to," Takeru murmured quietly and smiled. Finishing
with whatever it was he had been doing, he stood up and walked back
over to Ken. Transforming his smile into the grin of a cheshire cat,
he held up a small yet nasty looking piece of black rock for Ken's
scrutiny. "This should work."

Ken cocked an eyebrow in skepticism. What could Takeru possibly want
to do with that rather sharp looking rock? He hoped fervently that
the blonde wasn't going to do anything to him as it *did* look rather
sharp and the blood dripping down from Takeru's fingertips wasn't
helping his opinion of this. "It's a rock," he said finally, knowing
that wouldn't be enough, but not knowing what to say in this
instance.

"It's obsidian and it will get the job done," Takeru quipped and
pointed down at Ken and the Kaiser uniform in particular. "Since
you're not being cooperative, I'm just going to have to cut it off."

"What?!?" Ken stared aghast as Takeru knelt down in front of him. He
couldn't possibly... he wouldn't dare... he would and he *was*. "You
are not cutting off my clothes!" Ken yelled defiantly as Takeru
unbuttoned and pushed his cloak off, then pulled him forward.

"Well how else am I going to get them off?" Takeru asked
conversationally as he tucked Ken's head under his own. He grimaced
as Ken started to struggle against him, banging his jaw sharply.
"Don't move, this *is* pretty sharp. See?" He wiggled his bloody
fingers where Ken could see them. "And that's just from the splinters
that broke off from sharpening it."

Ken froze. "Let me get this straight. You're going to cut my clothes
off with a rather sharp rock *and* bleed all over me in the process?"
Ken asked sounding rather scandalized by the whole idea.

"Well, I couldn't exactly wipe them off on my clothes. Bloodstains
aren't really a good fashion statement," Takeru explained rather
apologetically. "And I just don't want to wait for them to scab over.
Would you?"

Ken was silent for a few moments, almost as if he was seriously
thinking the question over in his mind. Tilting his head slightly
against Takeru's, he answered truthfully, "I would have licked them
off. It's just blood after all."

"Ew," Takeru scrunched his nose up at the image that brought to mind.
"Thinking about it... that's just 'ew'. No, you'll just have to live
with blood on your clothes." He reached forward again, getting ready
to start cutting.

"No! N-O! NO! I am not that kind of pervert! You are not touching me
until you clean your fingers off!" Ken growled as he started to
struggle against Takeru again.

"Not that kind of pervert?" Takeru asked mockingly in return.
Smirking as Ken froze against him again, Takeru drew his fingers back
to where Ken could see them. "Okay fine, if you don't want blood on
your clothes *you* can lick it off."

Ken growled in response. How dare Takeru tell him what to do. "Okay
okay!" he agreed frantically as Takeru started to reach behind him
again. Sighing at this entire predicament, he gently licked the red
smear off the first finger Takeru offered. He wasn't really bothered
by the metallic taste of it, it was just blood after all. When he was
finished with that, he moved onto the rest, sucking on each finger in
turn until he was certain they were clean.

Takeru closed his eyes, gritting his teeth slightly at the sensations
lower on his body that Ken was encouraging oh so innocently... or
maybe not. "Are you sure you're not that kind of pervert?"

Ken spat out the last finger and glared up at Takeru's chin, "Shut
up!"

Takeru chuckled silently to himself as he reached around Ken again
and began to slice the material from the collar and on down. Ken
really was too cute when he was annoyed, which happened to be a
pretty regular occurrence as well as a rather easy reaction to
produce in the dear Kaiser.

Ken shivered at the cool air that wafted against his skin as Takeru
cut lower and lower down his back. He scowled when Takeru stopped at
his belt, returning to his collar and cutting down each of his
sleeves. He blinked as Takeru pushed him back against the rock wall
and pulled his now ruined uniform down off his chest.

"That should do it," Takeru murmured as he tossed the obsidian off to
the side and leaned in to nibble lightly at Ken's neck. He smirked,
feeling Ken tense up as he lazily trailed his fingers across the
Kaiser's nipples, pressing up against them a bit harder with his
thumbs.

"So... think you could resist the urge to kick me if I untied your
legs?" Takeru asked as he leaned down further to lap at Ken's left
nipple before gently teasing it with his teeth. He snickered quietly
as a muffled groan seemed to be the only forthcoming answer. Slowly,
he slid his right hand down across Ken's stomach and inbetween the
Kaiser's legs to cup the rising heat below. He rubbed against it for
a few moments before trailing his hand back up and behind. Wrapping
his left arm around Ken, he lifted the Kaiser up as he drew the rest
of the uniform down past Ken's hips and further down his legs. Takeru
smiled cheerfully as he pulled the uniform all the way down to where
he had tied Ken's ankles up. Hoping that he actually wasn't about to
get kicked for it, Takeru quickly unraveled the knot and pulled the
uniform the rest of the way off.

Grinning, despite himself, from the fact that Ken hadn't taken the
opportunity to kick him, Takeru leaned back on his haunches and
surveyed the rather appealing sight before him. The Kaiser was
sprawled out against the back wall, his legs splayed around Takeru
and his arms still bound by his own whip behind his back. He was
breathing a bit heavier than usual, with a slight flush in his cheeks
as he gazed at Takeru with cloudy, uncertain eyes.

Takeru winked at Ken teasingly before focusing his gaze a bit lower,
on something that interested him somewhat more than anything else at
the moment. Spreading Ken's legs wider, Takeru reached down and
gently ran his fingers up and down the length of Ken's erection. He
grinned even more when Ken hissed in a breath at his touch. Licking
his lips, Takeru leaned down and twirled his tongue around the head
of Ken's shaft. Liking the sound of the moan that elicited from Ken,
Takeru slowly slid his mouth down around Ken's aching heat.

Ken closed his eyes, gritting his teeth to keep from crying out. It
was difficult though, the feel of Takeru's tongue as it played
against his oversensitized skin felt like pure heaven... or hell,
whichever the case may be. He was unable to stop a small whimper as
Takeru started to suck on him gently, urging him closer and closer to
release.

Takeru sped up the pace a bit, feeling the tension building to its
peak. While he was certainly enjoying this and knew Ken was more than
enjoying it as well, he had other *things* he wanted to do. Things he
knew they would both enjoy, no matter how much Ken might deny it
later on. Takeru blinked as he heard a rather audible whimper above
him and then felt Ken shooting off into his mouth. Leaning back, he
licked his lips thoughtfully at the salty taste.

Ken sighed, slumping down further against the rock wall. He eyed
Takeru suspiciously as the blonde started shrugging out of his
clothes. He couldn't possibly... he would. Before tonight, Ken would
very much have doubted that Takeru had it in him to... initiate
things. But now, he knew better. Grimacing, Ken tugged at his hands
again in a futile hope that he might get loose before Takeru was
ready to take things further, no such luck though.

Scooting out of his underwear, Takeru glanced over at Ken, noting the
rather disgruntled expression on the Kaiser's face. Smirking, he
leaned up against Ken, lifting the Kaiser's chin up with his fingers
and licking along Ken's jawline. "You know I wouldn't hurt you, don't
you?" he asked quietly as he nuzzled up against Ken's neck.

Ken froze, ice threading its way through his veins. He did not like
the position he was in right now, not one little bit. After a moment
spent grinding his teeth together, he bit out, "Have you lost your
mind?"

Resisting the urge to laugh his head off at that particular question,
Takeru quipped, "Yes, it's somewhere in the gutter right now..."
Spreading Ken's legs wider and inching up closer to the Kaiser, he
continued, "Ask me about it later... much later..." Realizing that
he'd never be able to convince Ken to relax some, Takeru licked his
hands and slicked his erection up as much as he could with his own
spit. Locking his eyes with Ken's for a single moment, Takeru raised
the Kaiser up and carefully positioned himself before thrusting
upwards into Ken in one swift, fluid motion.

Ken cried out unconsciously at the pain of Takeru's initial
intrusion. Dropping his head down against the blonde's shoulder, he
bit his bottom lip, a single tear running down unheeded from his
eyes. He yanked viciously at the whip roped around his wrists, hating
himself for letting himself get into this type of situation. He
stopped, everything else forgotten, as Takeru started to move within
him. Sparks ignited along his nerves and he groaned as what Takeru
was doing started to feel really, really good.

Takeru sighed into Ken's hair as he slowly slid in and out of his
Kaiser. It wasn't an easy pace to maintain as his body was having a
wonderful time urging him to go much faster. He was doing his best to
ignore it as he didn't want to hurt Ken... but it was so damn *hard*.
Takeru blinked as Ken stirred against him, drawing back to look up at
him. He frowned slightly at the tear track glistening down one cheek
and leaned forward to lick it away.

Ken shivered at the delicious sensations wracking his body, he was
hard again and swiftly racing towards an aching release. He eagerly
responded as Takeru pressed his lips against Ken's own, twining their
tongues together in growing need. It wasn't enough for Ken though, he
wanted more... now. "Let me go," he pleaded, just this once he didn't
mind. "Let me go, please."

Takeru blinked at the request, feeling any hesitation he might have
over it crumble at the pleading note. Shaking his head in bemusement,
he reached down behind Ken and gently began to unwind the whip from
around Ken's wrists. He frowned in concentration, having to divide
his attention from the rhythm of his thrusts and unraveling the
rather difficult knot he had made out of the whip. Smiling at last in
success, he pulled it off of Ken and let it drop to the floor.

Ken wasted very little time to enjoy his reclaimed freedom. Reaching
up, he tangled his fingers in Takeru's golden hair and crushed their
lips together in a very demanding kiss. He ground his hips down
against Takeru's, losing himself in the sensations both of their
movements evoked in him.

Takeru chuckled, wrapping his arms around Ken and thrusting a little
bit faster now at Ken's urging. He gritted his teeth together, trying
to maintain control of himself as Ken pressed his forehead down
against Takeru's shoulder. Groaning low in his throat as Ken's body
shuddered against his own, he thrust upwards a few more times before
releasing himself. He cried out as Ken's muscles clamped down around
him as the Kaiser reached his own peak shortly afterwards.

Withdrawing gently, Takeru slumped over, dragging Ken down to the
ground along with him. Sighing wearily, he closed his eyes in hopes
of getting a snooze in now. The wiggling sensation telegraphing
itself down his arm killed that particular idea. Grousing under his
breath about a Kaiser who just couldn't understand the idea of
'what's good for him', Takeru snaked his hand out and latched onto
Ken's ankle just as the Kaiser was about to sneak off.

Ken briefly registered the feel of Takeru grabbing onto his ankle
before he was yanked off his feet. He coughed, the breath slamming
out of him as he crashed into the ground, hard. Ken scowled darkly as
Takeru crawled up over him and then proceeded to roll him over.

Takeru smiled oh so pleasantly as he asked through his teeth, "Going
somewhere?" Smirking, he placed a finger over Ken's lips preventing
the Kaiser from yelling an answer back at him. He hummed a whimsical
tune as he leaned down and started to nibble on Ken's neck none to
gently, but not enough to break the skin.

Ken winced at the bites. He was tired, he was sore and he really
needed to get back to see what damage the other kids had managed to
inflict during this whole thing. Strangely enough though, he was
starting to like this... again... and he didn't want to... *really*.
Ken bit down on his lip as Takeru rubbed their groins together. Where
in god's name was Takeru's libido coming from? Where was his coming
from for that matter?

Nibbling a trail down to Ken's left nipple, Takeru grinned. He was
enjoying this, a lot. Even the fact that Ken had tried to get away
from him didn't faze the excitement he felt at having the Kaiser all
to himself. He wasn't quite sure where he was getting all this
stamina from, but he was rather glad that Ken seemed to be able to
keep up with him... at least, that's what it felt like down there.

Tugging gently on Ken's nipple with his teeth, Takeru reached down
and started to stroke the Kaiser's hardening shaft. Humming in
pleasure as he felt Ken's fingers tangling into his hair again,
Takeru spread the Kaiser's legs once more in preparation of what was
to soon follow.

Ken squirmed against Takeru's touch. He really should be trying to
get away more, but it was all rather pleasant even though he was
still pretty sore from earlier. Oh well, at least after this one
Takeru would be too tired to stop him from leaving... right?

Takeru sat back, gazing down at Ken with hooded eyes. He liked this,
liked looking at Ken, teasing him, making him want more, but he liked
being inside of Ken a bit more which was exactly where he wanted to
be at the moment. Positioning himself, Takeru gazed down into Ken's
amethyst eyes as he drove into the Kaiser's body again.

Ken hissed at the expected discomfort, pushing back against Takeru's
invasion to hurry up and get to the more pleasant feeling aspects. He
sighed in pleasure as Takeru reached that spot that felt really,
really good. He gazed up at Takeru as the blonde began to thrust into
him again and again, though not quite as gentle this time as he had
been last time. Not that it bothered Ken, in fact he actually liked
it like this. It felt good, very good.

Takeru closed his eyes, smiling at the enticing feel of Ken's muscles
contracting around his length. He knew he was being a bit rougher
this time, but Ken seemed to like it so he didn't really bother with
thinking about it too much. Opening his eyes again, he smirked down
at the Kaiser as he reached down and began to stroke Ken's erection
in time with his own thrusts.

Closing his eyes, Ken rolled his head to the side, losing himself in
the feeling of Takeru both inside of him and around him. Moaning as
his passion rose higher and higher, he scraped his fingernails
against the ground, trying to hold on, to keep himself from releasing
too soon.

Sliding in up to the hilt, Takeru stopped everything and just watched
the Kaiser beneath him. He smiled as Ken locked eyes with him and
slowly ran his fingers along Ken's length with a feather-light touch.
Languidly, he rolled his hips and chuckled silently as Ken squirmed
impatiently at his actions, or lack thereof.

Ken glared daggers up at Takeru, who was purposefully teasing him. He
was almost tempted to kick the blonde away and onto his back where
Ken could take what he wanted and get the whole thing done with. He
might have done it too if Takeru hadn't gotten the hint and begun to
move within him again.

Takeru fought down a triumphant smirk, Ken would kill him if he let
it out. He liked the fact that Ken wanted what he was doing to him,
wanted it *now*. And right now, Ken and the Kaiser both were all his,
completely. Leaning over a bit, Takeru stroked Ken in accompaniment
to his thrusts, each slightly harder, faster than the last.

Ken's lips twitched as he closed his eyes, losing himself to the
motions of their bodies again. He sighed as the blood raced through
his veins, his own body and Takeru's urging him closer and closer to
his peak. Wrapping his legs tightly around Takeru's waist, he groaned
as he felt himself lose control, his seed spurting out over Takeru's
hand and was soon followed by the sensation of the blonde releasing
into his depths again.

Trying to catch his breath, Takeru slumped down on top of Ken. Every
single nerve in his body was tired and the sweat from his exertions
was almost to the point of dripping off of his hair. Pushing himself
up a bit, he looked down at Ken appraisingly. Yes, Ken definitely
looked worn out as well, so hopefully they could both get some sleep
now. Leaning back down, he pressed his lips against Ken's in a
gentle, though severely tired kiss before flopping over onto his back
beside the Kaiser. Yawning, he closed his eyes and settled down,
enjoying the quiet and the stillness.

He was almost to sleep, almost, when he felt that telltale shifting
of air that told him the Kaiser was trying to get away again.
Growling sulfurously under his breath, Takeru swiftly rolled over and
launched himself after Ken, who was almost to his feet by now.

Ken grimaced as Takeru pounced him from behind and slammed him into
the ground... again. He had almost managed to get away, but almost
didn't count in the long run. He sighed in defeat as the blonde's
body pinned him to the ground and it didn't look like Takeru felt
like getting up off of him anytime soon.

"I'm tired. I'm exhausted," Takeru muttered as he drooped his head
over Ken's shoulder, his lips right next to the Kaiser's ear. "And
yet, you're still trying to get away. Where in the hell is this
energy of yours coming from?"

"I could ask you the same damn question," Ken growled out as Takeru
shifted slightly, rubbing up against him in... interesting places. He
scowled as the blonde licked the edge of his ear before leaning in
closer to nip at it. Takeru couldn't possibly... *again*?!?

"Am I going to have to strangle you to get you to stay put?" Takeru
asked conversationally as he rubbed himself up between the cleft of
Ken's ass. Before tonight, he would have had serious doubts about his
own stamina, but damned if he wasn't getting hard again.

"Maybe," Ken snarled in reply. He shivered as Takeru roughly ran
fingernails up and down his sides. Blinking as the blonde rose up off
of him, he briefly wondered if Takeru was going to take him up on
that.

"Oh, I am tempted," Takeru mumbled sourly as he drew Ken up onto his
knees and into position once more for what Takeru had in mind.
Grinning fiendishly, he waited a moment to make sure that Ken knew
exactly what he was about to do to the dear Kaiser. After the moment
had passed, he grabbed Ken's hip tightly and drove into the Kaiser's
body again.

Ken cried out at Takeru's rough entrance, his sore muscles spasming
in response to the familiar invasion. He hung his head as their hips
ground together, biting his lip as that demanding ache started to
thread its way through him yet again. Whimpering helplessly at his
own body's rising need, he pushed back against Takeru as the blonde
took him again, deep and hard.

Takeru hissed through his teeth, blinking as sweat began to drip down
from his hair. His muscles screamed at him for rest, but still he
drove into Ken's body, smirking when the Kaiser began to push back
against his thrusts. He knew he was being overly rough now, but he
didn't really care anymore. He was tired, terribly so, he wanted Ken
to stay put for the night and he was angry that his Kaiser wasn't
getting the idea... above all else though, he just wanted Ken, which
was what he was getting right now.

Unable to force any more sounds out of his throat, Ken gasped for
breath as his pulse raced faster and faster through his body. He
blinked wearily as Takeru leaned down over him, drawing him up off
the ground to rest solely in the blonde's lap. Sighing, he closed his
eyes, leaned his head back against Takeru's shoulder and simply let
the blonde do as he wished. Ken was far too gone at this point to
care much either way.

Takeru held Ken like this for what seemed like an endless parade of
minutes, his arms looped underneath Ken's own and his hands grasping
Ken's shoulders as he pounded upwards again and again into the body
he held so tightly against his own. He sucked on Ken's throat as the
Kaiser's head lolled back against his shoulder. The only sounds to
come from them now were the slapping of skin against skin and their
frantic attempt to catch their breath as sweat poured from their
glistening bodies.

Ken grimaced, feeling his peak rising all too soon but too lost in
the motions of Takeru's shaft within his own body to even attempt any
sort of control over it. Reaching up carefully with one hand, Ken
ground his fingernails into Takeru's knuckles as his body released
itself again. He hope fervently that this would be the last time for
the night... Ken doubted very much that he could manage any more.

Feeling Ken's muscles tighten around him, Takeru smiled and loosened
the reins of his own need. He thrust upwards once and again, grinding
their hips together hard each time before shooting off deep into the
Kaiser's body again.

Completely spent, Takeru collapsed off to the right, hugging Ken to
him as they fell. He took a moment to wearily withdraw himself from
the Kaiser before wrapping his left leg around Ken's waist and
closing his eyes. He was not doing *this* again tonight and there was
no way in hell he was going to chase after Ken again either.

Ken sighed, closing his eyes and thoroughly unconcerned with the feel
of Takeru's breath against the back of his neck. He was tired, very
tired and very, very sore and damned if he didn't care whether he
could get loose now or not. Surely everything could wait until
tomorrow. It wasn't all that hard to reconstruct spires, after all.
He smirked ever so slightly at that particular thought before
drifting off to sleep.

~*~

"Oh hey, I found them!" Takeru yelled out as he picked up something
off the ground near the river and trotted back towards the Kaiser who
was slowly making his way down the path further up the bank.

Ken looked up tiredly from where he had been watching the dirt path
winding along in the grass. He clutched his cloak tightly around him.
It wasn't all that chilly but since the only intact parts of his
uniform had been the cloak and his pants, he didn't have anything on
his chest and he certainly didn't have the disposition at the moment
to like the feel of the wind brushing against his bare skin. He
sighed, half wondering what Takeru could have possibly found and half
not really caring. He was sore, very, very sore and that was about
all that mattered to him right now. Thankfully, they had both taken
quick baths in the river to wash off all the dried sweat and... other
things, before starting back to his fortress. Takeru had offered to
help wash his back, which he had instantly declined to avoid any more
'fun' like they had had last night. No more, he hurt too much.

Takeru smiled cheerfully as he skid up next to Ken and brandished his
find, which happened to be Ken's pair of tinted glasses that he had
lost yesterday while he had been dragging the rather resistant Kaiser
to the cave. He blinked innocently as Ken snatched them out of his
hands and growled at him.

They walked in silence for awhile, Takeru eyeing Ken cautiously as
Ken watched the path, his glasses dangling from his fingers. Finally,
they crested a hill, the fortress rising into view before them.

"Well, I need to get going. The others are probably wondering where I
am," Takeru muttered as he hesitantly reached out to run his knuckles
down Ken's cheek. Smiling when Ken didn't jerk away from, Takeru drew
away, knowing a kiss would probably get him pounded into paste, no
matter how much he wanted one.

Tilting his head to the side at a sudden feeling of uncertainty, Ken
watched Takeru turn away from him and start down the hill. He wasn't
sure about it, but he knew he didn't like the feeling of things
being... left as they were now.

A few feet away, Takeru stopped. He didn't like leaving things like
this... not without knowing what Ken was thinking... about him.
Turning around, he hesitantly asked, "So I'll see you, later?"

Ken blinked blankly for a moment before smirking devilishly and
sliding his glasses on, all uncertainty vanishing as if it had never
existed. "Certainly, I have a favor to repay now... in spades."

Takeru laughed at that, his fears of any hard feelings abated,
somewhat, "It just wouldn't be you if you didn't."

Ken's smirk turned into a gentle smile as he watched Takeru walk off,
though not away from him. Yes, he was going to have to pay Takeru
back for last night and perhaps... other things would follow.

~*~

Later in the control room of his fortress, Ken shifted in his throne
as he reviewed the data gathered on the other children's spree from
yesterday. Thankfully, they hadn't done too much damage and a few
placements of new spires and reconstruction of some older ones would
fix up the problem in no time.

Ken scowled as he shifted again. He just couldn't seem to get
comfortable in any position today as sitting was proving to be a damn
difficult problem that nothing seemed to fix. He grimaced as one
particular motion set his nerves jangling somewhat painfully.

Wormmon glanced worriedly up at his master, gulping before he dared
to ask, "Master, are you not comfortable with your throne?"

Ken froze. Dammit, he had hoped the worm wouldn't notice this
particular problem. "Shut up," he muttered sourly.

Wormmon blinked, his master seemed quite bothered by something. "I
can get it replaced if you like-"

"SHUT UP ALREADY!" Ken yelled, sending the little insect skittering.
He sighed, leaning his head back against the seat. This was awfully
embarrassing and it was all Takeru's fault. He was most definitely
going to have to pay the blonde back, one way or another.

_____________________________________________________________________

Ahaha, that turned out better than I thought it would... and I
actually managed to finish it... *sniggers* I hopes this confirms my
status as a sick and twisted individual.

NOTES: This fic resulted from an interesting conversation with Ajora,
my comrade-in-arms, about how we prefer good Ken being dominant yet
like seeing the Kaiser being dominated. We are both of the opinion
that Takeru has it in him to either be 'seme' or 'uke' whichever is
needed... and he's such a horny little guy once you get him going
too. So, while I consider him to be slightly OOC since I didn't spend
the time to flesh out a plot, I don't have much difficulty seeing the
situation happening under certain circumstances.
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