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Pins and Needles	By : libek Category: Digimon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon: Digital Monsters, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prelude
- 2-Daisuke
- 3-Yamato
- 4-Ken
- 5-Yamato
- 6-Miyako
- 7-Ken
- 8-Yamato
- 9-Takeru
- 10-Ken
- 11-Yamato
- 12-Ken
- 13-Yamato
- 14-Hikari
- 15-Ken
- 9
- 10
- 11
DISCLAIMER: See previous parts.
A/N: This one is for all the fans out there that were tired of me sitting on my larels, and every last one of you who's ever written an email to poke me. It's very much appreciated. I'm always surprised, and deeply flattered, to realize that there are people out there actually reading my chicken scratches. :D
WARNINGS: A return of this section, because there is a fair amount of LIME-type content here. Nothing extreme -- I don't think...certainly not compared to Part Twelve -- but it's building somewhere distinct now. Whoo!

Pins and Needles

Part Ten

by Libek
He was still sleeping.

Without speaking, the Digimon Kaizer sat down cautiously on the edge of his bed. He had long-since dressed himself, rinsed his mouth out and killed the germs that grew between one's teeth during the night, even paused before the mirror in the adjoining restroom and splashed his face with cool, clear water from the sink to ensure that his mind would be at its most alert for the tasks of the coming day. By all rights, he ought already to have started on those tasks, at the very least eaten a little something for breakfast, and yet he remained in his room.

The time was roughly mid-morning now, somewhere between the hours of eight and eleven. There were things, oh such important things to do -- but before he could start on any of them, he would have to first awaken the blond boy in his bed, and for no reason that he could think of, Ken had found earlier in the day that he did not entirely want to do that. Perhaps it was simply the strange, inexplicable sense of peace that he attained from watching Ishida-kun slumber.

He had an unguarded quality to hn hin his sleep, something that was not there when he was fully awake. Sprawled on his stomach, clinging to his pillow, and with the blankets tugged up over his head to protect him from the overhead light...Yamato did not at all sleep the way that he would have expected, and the Digimon Kaizer felt as startled by it as he would have if a cat had one day simply rolled over on its back and started snoring instead of curling up the way it had every other day. It was not an attractive way to sleep, not at all graceful or nice to look at, but...there was an intimacy to watching Ishida-kun like this, a sense that he had never allowed anyone else to see him behaving in such a way, and that much, Ken rather liked.

He blinked slowly. Something in his mind was niggling at him. Seeing Ishida-kun that way reminded him of something that he did not care to remember. And in that instant as he realized what it was, Ken climbed to his feet and strode over to shake the blond into wakefulness. Ishida-kun made a noise very similar to squeaking and sat up, his head jerking round in all directions like that of a bird. He withdrew sharply when he saw the Digimon Kaizer, sinking into the pillows at the head of the bed and then quickly pulling the covers to his chest when he noticed that the yukata had slipped down off one of his pale pink shoulders in the rush. Having found some moderate pleasure in the bared skin, Ken arched an eyebrow at him challengingly.

"I'm cold," Ishida-kun said in an abrupt sort of way after several tense seconds, thvertverted his eyes. They both knew it wasn't true; for once, it simply could not have been true.


"Are you, then." Such a blatant lie appeared to have unnerved the older boy, as if he thought he might be punished for it, but Ken was feeling peculiarly indulgent this morning and only smiled at him. "Shall I find you something warmer to wear?"

Like a flower deprived of the sun, Yamato seemed to wilt under his gaze. "I...I don't want to bother you...I'm sure you've got way more important stuff to do..."

The Digimon Kaizer nodded vaguely, but his mind was already on the contents of his closet. He crossed the roo rea reach it, deliberately turning his back on Ishida-kun. "Don't be silly," he murmured over his shoulder. "This will be fun."

Oddly enough, though, he honestly suspected that it would be. The closets in the bedrooms on this floor were lovely. So user-friendly. He carefully opened the door to his own and gazed at the assortment of black leather hanging within on many hooks, then closed it and opened it again. Nothing had changed.

"Are you sure?" Ishida-kun wheedled from the bed. "I'm actually real good at dressing myself, I've got loads of experience with it --"


He broke off abruptly when the Digimon Kaizer sighed, closed the door, and opened it yet again. Bemusedly, Ken supposed that his behavior must have looked very strange indeed.

"Why do you keep doing that? If I might ask, I mean..." The older boy sounded -- not quite puzzled, and almost slightly concerned. "It's not like the stuff inside it's gonna change..."

Feeling another smile start, Ken looked back at him. He was sitting up in bed, still holding the covers in place with one hand, but his grip had loosened considerably. The Digimon Kaizer fixed that image in his mind, turned his attention to the closet once more, and said, "I beg to differ."

When the door opened, Ishida-kun made a soft startled noise and Ken felt his eyes flicking to the bed almost involuntarily. He was briefly irritated by the reaction, but then he registered what he was seeing and completely forgot to be much of anything. Ishida-kun was climbing out of bed, letting the yukata hang open off his shoulders and not seeming to notice or for the moment care about the mildly obscene way it spread over his hips whenever he took a step. Only when he had made the entire journey and was no longer revealing expanses of wonderfully clean and smooth pale pink skin did the Digimon Kaizer resume his inspection of the closet, and it was then that he discovered that his jaw had at some point gone embarrassingly slack. Thankfully, it seemed Ishida-kun had been too preoccupied with the contents of his closet to notice the attention.

Contents which had, at last, changed. Instead of his own thick black leather, the closet now boasted a tasteful assortment of velvet, satin, and vinyl in red, black, dark purple, emerald green, and a shade of blue that exactly matched the color of Ishida-kun's almond-shaped eyes. It was a good selection, and Ken smiled faintly. They were colors he liked, not to mention ones that would look good on the older boy. Pink, he suspected, would have also suited Ishida-kun's complexion -- but was he cruel enough to subject an eighteen-year-old male to such a color? Ken almost laughed at himself for the question. Torture and death, yes, but pink might have been over the line. He shook his head. Regardless of his depth of cruelty, this range was good enough for the time being.

"How did you do that?" Ishida-kun whispered, awed.

Flattered that the blond would think such a thing his invention, Ken found himself tempted to lie. "I didn't," he snapped at once, startled by the impulse. "It's the closet. It operates similarly to the digital gateways, only far more refined in its output. A bit slow on the uptake -- four tries before it realized that I wanted clothing for someone else..." And considerably longer, when he had first arrived, for the closet to recognize him at all. Before that, it had always presented him with a range of drab hooded cloaks; Ken had mistaken it for a perfectly normal closet until it had abruptly switched to pajamas when he went looking for a small cloak in which to sleep.


"That's incredible," Ishida-kun was saying, and he reached for one of the black shirts. "D'you think I could --"

The Digimon Kaizer turned sharply and slapped his hand away, ignoring the flash of surprised pain on the older boy's face. "No," he said flatly, scanning the racks and then selecting a lovely long-sleeved blue velvet button-down. "I really don't. Black is a good color on you, Yamato-san, but I'll not have you dressing like a funeral parlor attendant today." He hesitated, then chose a pair of wine-colored satin pants and closed the closet door for a few seconds. When he opened it again, the rack had about sixty pairs of underwear in various cuts and colors, with a much smaller selection of black leather boots underneath and a neat row of folded socks. Bikini briefs in black silk, Ken decided, and left the footwear alone for the moment, turning to study his potential doll intently.

Ishida-kun was very pink and gazing at the offending underwear with distaste. Ken smiled, charmed, and took the little bundle of clothing back over to the bed before reaching for the sash of the yukata. In what was probably an involuntary reaction, the older boy shoved his hands away. Seconds later he went white, obviously terrified of what he had done, but Ken only smirked and drew him closer, catching hold of the blond's hands and keeping them very firmly in his grip. Their gaze locked, and Yamato's eyes were wide and watchful, as if he did not dare look away, but the Digimon Kaizer waited patiently until the blond finally closed them -- flinching in preparation for the blow. Only then did he reach for that sash, and this time Ishida-kun made no move to stop him, just whimpered softly when the thin cotton robe fell away from his naked body.

"Pretty boy," Ken whispered at him reassuringly, an absent soothing nothing for a troubled beast. He really was terribly beautiful, though; trembling like that with his cheeks stained a dark, mortified red. He would have been gorgeous in tears, Ken thought, but did not try to cause them. Instead, he felt back along the bed for the bundle and retrieved Ishida-kun's underwear first, guiding his knees gently into the air and his long legs through the holes.

The underwear eased Yamato's fragile shaking, but only with slacks did the blush begin to fade. He was still rather flushed when it came time to put his shirt on and the Digimon Kaizer was forced to stand. Their noses brushed briefly when he did up the last button. Ken blinked rapidly, his eyes strangely fixed on the older boy's slender throat and his thoughts slowing. He recalled the way Ishida-kun's nipples had gone hard when his fingers slipped from the warm velvet to his so-soft skin. He realized that his mouth was watering and that his eyes had somehow gone from Yamato's throat to his lips. The blond had such nice, full, pale pink lips. It made him want to see them moist, glistening, red with blood and kiss-swollen. Parted, maybe panting, and...


What the hell, Ken mused, licking his own lips absently, and closed the remaining distance between their mouths.

He didn't register the pain immediately, only that his lips were tingling in the open air and that the world looked sort of peculiar sideways. When he came back to himself, when he comprehended that Ishida-kun had struck him -- had, in fact, hit him hard enough to turn his head and knock him off balance, the Digimon Kaizer stumbled. He was confused for all of three seconds and hated it. Confusion was something for other persons; lesser persons. Ken steadied himself on the bed and turned, very slowly, to look at the older boy.

"What," he murmured hoarsely, and felt a warm tricklish sensation in the corner of his mouth that might have been blood, "do you think you're doing?"

Ishida-kun seemed briefly abashed, even nervous, but then he took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, resolute. "I think I hit you," he said quietly. "And I'll do it again."

All he could do was stare, painfully aware that the tingle had not faded, that he must have looked a fool. He just kept thinking that he must have misunderstood. Surely, Yamato would not said the words that he was certain he had heard. "Oh?"

"Yep. So, you stay over there," Ishkun kun indicated the bed, then backed up swiftly, "and I'll stay over here."


Still staring. Distantly, Ken realized that he had been rejected. He shoved the thought away violently. No. The older boy wasn't thinking clearly, that was all. Rejection simply was not an option in their current situation. Not if Ishida-kun cared about what happened to his dearest friend. The Digimon Kaizer opened his mouth to point this out, but somewhere on the inside, somewhere deep within, Ken was still struggling to understand how this could have happened. More practice, he told himself. I just need more practice.

"It doesn't work like that, I'm afraid," the Digimon Kaizer murmured at length. His voice wasn't as strong as he would have liked, not nearly as strong.

The blond frowned, looking at him apprehensively. He seemed to be thinking that it had been worth a try. The Digimon Kaizer would educate him otherwise.

"You really had no idea what you were getting into, did you?" he asked softly, digging the fingers of one hand into the coverlet upon his bed and squeezing. "When you agreed to do this. What were you expecting from me?"

A faint blushead ead over Ishida-kun's face. "Err...I -- I thought you might...hurt me," he mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest in a manner which looked almost protective. Mostly to the floor, he added, "I could've taken that."


"But not this?" the Digimon Kaizer enquired, feeling oddly peaceful. His anger was stirring, but not violently so. Not yet.

"Well..." Ishida-kun said, lowering his eyes. He spoke no more after that, but shrugged expressively. It was an acknowledgement without acknowledging anything, and Ken found the movement frustrating but rather nice to watch. He liked the way the velvet caught the light.

With an equally ambiguous nod of his head, Ken rose from his mattress. "Surely you have not forgotten, Yamato-san, what the price for displeasing me is, exactly? Or do you, perhaps, no longer care? Your virtue," and he said the word with heavy irony, as the older boy's...activities were not what you would have termed 'secret', "is more important to you than the lives of your friends?"

Yamato's closed his eyes tightly, the lashes very long against his pale cheeks and suddenly full of moisture, but shook his head. His knuckles were white and bloodless where they gripped his upper arms. The Digimon Kaizer stared at them for a long time withmovimoving and had to look away before he could cross the room to take the slender blond in his arms, thinking to perhaps cup his face and resume the interrupted kiss.

When he felt Ishida-kun's hands on his chest, however, he paused. The older boy was not looking at him, but there was a certain energy to him, a tension that had not yet abated. "Promise me something?"


The Digimon Kaizer smirked and relaxed, just a little. It seemed the energy was mere resignation. "Such as?" he asked, careful to keep his voice noncommittal. He didn't have to promise anything, of course. But now he was curious.

Ishida-kun ducked his head, silky blond hair falling into face and obscuring it. "That you'll take me to see Taichi first."

He had stiffened involuntarily at the sound of the other young man's name, and Ken made an effort to smooth his expression out before responding. "Taichi-san? Why?"

"So I know he's still alive, and that I'm not doing this for nothing."

Insulted, the Digimon Kaizer yanked Ishida-kun to him and gazed fiercely into the older boy's eyes. He paused, then smirked and snaked a hand down the front of the other's body, fondling him roughly through the thin satin. "Isn't it worth doing for nothing?"


Ishida-kun whimpered through his teeth and tried to pull his hips back out of reach without actually moving. Bemused, Ken tightened his grip and began to stroke. He thought, for a fraction of a second, that the blond wouldn't fight him, that perhaps he would allow the invasive contact or even enjoy it -- just a little. He looked at Yamato's face, saw the conflict in it, the misery, and raised his head so that he could breathe softly onto the older boy's soft lips.

"Admit it. Admit that you want me, and I'll take you to see him," he hissed.

When Ishida-kun looked at him, his eyes slid to half-lidded. Something stirred in their depths, stirred and stretched and smiled languorously at him. The Digimon Kaizer felt an answering smile spreading across his own face, and it was still frozen there when Ishida-kun spit in it.

"You can go ahead and fuck me if you want to," the blond whispered tightly, still looking at him, never wavering. "Or you can beat me, I don't really care." His voice became a harsh, low rasp. "But you'll never hear me say anything like that."

Again, for a moment Ken could do nothing but stare at him. At its conclusion, he stepped away and retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket, cleaning his face. "You're a fool, of course," he heard himself saying a horribly good-natured voice that sounded nothing like him. "A selfish little brat. You could have sentenced Taichi-san to death just now."


"It's sort of a moot point if he's already dead, isn't it?" Ishida-kun replied calmly. He was trembling, but no one would have guessed it from that cold, calm voice. "Take me to see him now, Digimon Kaizer-sama, or go ahead and do it. But you won't get anything else from me until I know Taichi's all right."

Violence brought him half a step towards the older boy, but then Ken stopped in his tracks and swallowed noisily. Ishida-kun was just standing there with empty, indifferent eyes, and...he could have hurt him, could have fucked him, but nothing was going to bring the fear back into him until he knew he still had something to lose. Shit. Shit. SHIT!

He was the Digimon Kaizer. He did not endeender, and he did not allow himself to be outwitted by peons. These things simply did not happen to him. And he hated Yamato for changing that. He absolutely hated the stupid blond brat.

Kill him, Ken thought, and shook his head to clear it. He didn't want to kill Yamato. Kill him. It was a bad idea.


But why? he argued with himself. He serves no purpose. He has defied you. Kill him.

The Digimon Kaizer frowned. No, he didn't think that was entirely true. He still needed Ishida-kun. He needed him to practice. If he failed to defeat Yagami-kun and then failed to defeat Yamato as well, it was no good. He would fail with Daisuke, and he could not afford to do that. He hated it, hated this, hated everything -- but killing Ishida-kun would have solved none of that. And though he waited, the little voice in the back of his mind had nothing else to say. He knew he was right on this one, knew he had been beaten, and so was letting the matter drop. Ken felt slightly relieved. Arguments with himself were the most tiring sort of argument.

Reluctantly, he turned to Yamato and nodded his assent. The blond looked startled, as if he had not quite expected this to work, but then he smiled -- a real, genuine smile -- and turned to head for the door. The Digimon Kaizer caught his arm and stopped him.

"What...is something wrong?" Ishida-kun asked timidly.

Ken laughed bitterly at the question and leaned forward, kissing him. He felt Ishida-kun freeze up but did not much care. Two-point-five seconds and he drew back, running the tip of his tongue over the older boy's open mouth and taking quiet, resentful pleasure in the misery he saw shining in those bright blue eyes. "I just thought you should know."

"Know?" Ishida-kun repeated blankly. "Know what?"


Amused once more, the Digimon Kaizer only shook his head. "What's coming to you, I suppose." He brushed his index finger over the blond's pale pink lips and smirked at him. "I'm being very patient with you, Yamato-chan. I expect you to repay my patience in full later tonight."

Whatever shock, whatever horror the older boy felt, he smothered it quickly. "Being patient?" There was even a sort of derisive laughter in his voice. "Why, Digimon Kaizer-sama...that almost makes it sound as though you had a choice."

Anger flooded through him like water bursting a dam it has been cracking for a hundred years, and Ken grabbed hold of one of Ishida-kun's forearms and slammed him violently into the nearest wall. He did not think he had ever been so furious. Then he realized he was wrong -- he had been angrier at Yagami-kun.

Hmm, the Digimon Kaizer mused detachedly. I seem to have issues with insubordination.

He considered that.

Oh, well. With a mild shrug, Ken returned his attentions to Yamato, who was currently looking at him with an expression of nervousness that in no way resembled fear. Odd to think that fear wasn't quite what he had been hoping for, either. The Digimon Kaizer did not allow himself to contemplate the matter further. It was considerably easier to simply slap the inappropriately nervous expression from Ishida-kun's face.


"I will thank you, Yamato-chan, not to take that tone with me. Go ahead and hate me if you want. Snarl, if you have to. But don't you dare condescend to me. You are an insect, do you understand? An ant that I might crush with a careless misstep."

The older boy responded by rolling his eyes, and Ken pulled him away from the wall for the sole purpose of slamming him back into it more painfully. "Okay!" Yamato cried out, as if the impact had forced the words from his throat like air. "I get it!"

"Do you?" the Digimon Kaizer wondered aloud, through gritted teeth and with measured carelessness. "Then let me hear you say so. Who am I?"

"My master," Ishida-kun said hatefully.

So far, so good. Ken smiled at him. "And what are you?" he asked.

Here, the blond hesitated. Ken narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip until he was quite certain that it hurt rather a lot. "An ant," Ishida-kun managed in a gasp, his eyes watering from the pain. "I'm an ant."

"That's right."


Slowly, the Digimon Kaizer released him, watching closely while Ishida-kun fixed his shirt in an absent, fidgety manner.

"Curious," he commented when the task was done. Ishida-kun glanced up at him, questioning and cautious, so he elaborated bemusedly. "You don't so much as think twice about insulting yourself or worshipping me, yet you wouldn't admit lust to save a life." Ken cocked his head to one side, feigning thoughtfulness. "I wonder why that might be."

A smirk settled on the older boy's lips. "Sorry, Master," he murmured gruffly. "The bile gets so thick sometimes that I just can't get the words out."

When he struck him again, it hurt not tose hse his fingers into a tight fist and do some proper damage. Yagami-kun had said such terribly similar things during their brief time together. He had been straight, though, and Yamato was far from it. The Digimon Kaizer did not think that things would work out in quite the same fashion this time. Damn it all, he knew he looked good in leather. He knew he had been considered desirable as the Digimon Kaizer. It was...good to be bad, at times. Persons of certain persuasions got all hot and bothered from pure evil. He was evil, and suspected Ishida-kun of being such a person. Wasn't that why he had responded in the bathing room?

Not like before. He would not be so meek and mild. He would get what he wanted.

What he needed.


He shook his head to clear it and looked up to find Ishida-kun staring at him nervously. Apprehensively might have been a better word for it. Uncomfortable with the older boy's suddenly intent gaze, he turned his face away, scrubbed at his eyes, and was surprised when his bare hands came away damp.

"...Ken...?" Ishida-kun whispered. The older boy took half a step forward, and he could sense it like a shadow, feel it like a sharp breath over his wet skin. That name again.

"Shut UP!" the Digimon Kaizer snarled. He spun on his heel and made a fist in Ishida-kun's pretty blond hair, yanking it back so hard that his head smacked the wall behind him and his eyes crossed briefly. Ken stared at that hair, heedless of the pain he had caused, watching as it caught and held the light like sun-warmed gold. So different from his own sleek indigo-colored tresses.

No, not different. Wrong. He was perfection, and that meant that being different from him had to be wrong, didn't it? He knew that. Except that Yamato was so very beautiful. Was it wrong, then, to be beautiful? To be loved and admired? He had had those things once, and a part of him had envied them in others after they were gone. How Ken had hated that part. How he had told himself, ovnd ond over, that he did not deserve to be beautiful. Not in the way that men were beautiful. Perhaps as a little girl, with his head ducked low and his voice quavering...


But he hadn't even managed that sort of beauty, had he?

The Digimon Kaizer tugged Ishida-kun to him and quietly inhaled his scent. Something strong and fruity, from the shampoo. He would have thought strawberries, if there had been any in the Digital World. Their equivalent, then. Whatever. The smell suited him. It was, after all, that of which his smooth pink skin most reminded Ken -- strawberries smothered with thick white cream.

He was contemplating a taste to be sure when he noticed that Ishida-kun's chest had begun to almost heave and paused to wonder whether it was still from fear. More than likely, as he was still holding onto the older boy by his hair. Ken smiled faintly, feeling more like himself than he had all day, and simply let go.

Yamato stumbled at the sudden freedom.

There was a small pause. It was a wonderful little pause, full of all sorts of unspoken admissions, but then Ishida-kun had to open his mouth and spoil everything.

"I hate you."


Bizarrely, in the comfort of his own warm bedchamber, the Digimon Kaizer felt everything inside of him turn to ice. It took two tries before he could get his own mouth working enough to say, "Yes, well. Be that as it may. You wanted to see Taichi-san, I believe?" in anything like his normal voice.

To be continued...
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