These Fine Things of Heaven and Earth

These Fine Things of Heaven and Earth
By: Vain 10/16/2001-

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I only own Tanuki-kun, Hanamura-sensei, and the plot—everything else belongs to Toei, Bandai, and / or *shudder* Fox Kids.

This story has yoai, shounen-ai, and mature themes including self-mutilation, psychological and emotional abuse, general angst, and one lemon scene—meaning that the rating will go up.

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“[M]en change masters willingly, hoping to better themselves;
and this belief makes them take arms against their rulers, in which they are deceived,
as experience later proves that they have gone from bad to worse.”
~Machiavelli
The Prince

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Chapter Ten:
And From His Lips He Drew the Hallelujah
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After Ken had practically collapsed in Taichi’s arms, the older boy had carried him into the apartment, helped him undress, and waited patiently as he washed up. He had needed help to climb into the bathtub, and as he sat on the bath stool shivering and covered with only a towel, Tai drained the old water out of the bath beforehand to be sure it was good and hot. After dressing in only a large button up shirt and pair of boxer shorts that hung dangerously loose at the waist, he fell asleep in Taichi’s arms in the living room while they watched the news, trembling the whole time. The older teen carried him into his parents’ bedroom and laid him down. Then Tai settled down in a chair next to the window and across from the bed with a purloined bottle of clear Absolut Vodka and a shot glass that said “Firewater” at his side. An hour and two and half shots later, he still couldn’t tear his eyes from Ichijouji.

The boy looked small and washed out as he lay asleep in the large bed. Tai sat in a chair across the room and let his gaze devour Ken. Beautiful . . . That was the only word for him. He was simply beautiful.

The vodka burned his throat as he swallowed hard. Tai’s eyes narrowed, but remained on his guest. He shouldn’t be thinking like this . . . feeling this. This was not some helpless man-childe laying on his bed like Snow White waiting for Prince Charming. This was the former Digimon Kaiser. This was . . .

A lie.

“You’re a lie, aren’t you, Ken-chan? My Ken-chan . . .”

“Don’t call me that, Yagami. Stop it. Let me go.”

“You. Are. A. Lie. And I can see right through you.”

But this was exactly what he wanted, wasn’t it? Ken wanted him now. He needed and trusted Tai. All that the teen had to do now was take him. The youth was vulnerable, pale, alone, and desperate. It wouldn’t take much to fill that void. It would take even less to rip it wide open again. He poured another shot of Vodka and threw it down, wincing at the taste. How Westerners drank so much of this stuff was beyond him.

Tai closed his eyes and dropped his head in his hands. The memory of those liquid violet eyes seared into him . . . It was a physical pain. He could still feel Ken trembling in his arms, smell his juniper shampoo, taste the salt-water taste of hisn. n. The Child of Courage groaned. His entire body ached to hold Ken, to feel him complete all the curves and planes of his body as they entwined with one another. Without Ken in his arms he felt loose and empty. And that scared him.

He didn’t love him. He knew that. Taichi was nowhere close to loving Ken. But needing him . . . Well, that was a whole other story.

Ken groaned faintly and rolled over onto his left side so that he was facing Taichi and his hair fell into his face. The faint light streaming through the window threw bars of faint silver across his delicate features. Tai felt himself stir at the sight and stood, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. Ken looked so very tiny and helpless—so innocent and young. So pure. Tai licked hiss ans and quietly made his way over to the slim form curled up in the bed, removing his clothing along the way.

His hesitation was gone, replaced by the slight warmth of four shots of Vodka and the equally pleasant view of the helpless young man in front of him. Ken’s skin looked smooth—creamy and sweet like vanilla. He wanted to taste it. By the time Tai reached the bed, he was nude and very much erect.

After opening the nightstand drawer to remove the things he had bought for just this occasion, the dark teen settled on the edge of the bed and lifted the covers. He slipped under quietly, careful not to disturb Ken. The other boy’s breathing didn’t even hitch. Taichi spooned up behind him, gently snuggling into the curves of Ken’s body. He lay there for a moment, inhaling the scent and locking it away in his mind. He loved the way Ken smelled, the way he felt, the soft noises of his breath. He wanted to devour him.

He slid a hand beneath the shirt he had lent Ken and gently rubbed the boy’s washboard stomach. A faint sigh left the other boy’s lips, but he didn’t wake up. Feeling bolder, Taichi pressed his body against the fragile youngster. The Tamachi boy responded by snuggling into bed bedmate’s arms, unwittingly pushing back against Tai’s erection.

The older teen groaned.

“Taichi?” Ken whispered in the darkness.

“I—I’m sorry.” Tai tensed and started to pull away, suddenly feeling stupid for even imagining he could pull this off. “You don’t—”

Ken suddenly twisted in his arms, rolling over so that they were face-to-face, and leaned up to brush Tai’s lips with his own. “Don’t stop,” the pale boy murmured when he pulled back again. His violet eyes fluttered closed and he thrust his hips into Taichi’s with a kind of clumsy urgency. “Please . . .”

For a moment Tai stared in amazement at this slender vision desperately pressing against him. Ken was had wrapped an arm around him and clung to him so tightly it felt like he was trying to sink into him. This was a most . . . unexpected turn of events . . . He had expected at least a little bit of resistance, but this . . . But Ken’s thrusting motion was growing more needy and he obviously wanted this badly . . .

Taichi moaned as one of Ken’s inexperienced thrusts grotheitheir erections together and he jerked Ken close to him, kissing his lover with bruising force. The teen made a strange mewling noise and allowed the invasion, his hands gripping desperately at Tai’s tanned skin. Tai broke the kiss off when he felt a set of sharp nails scratch his back. Ignoring the confused look on the other’s face, he gently forced Ken to roll over again so that he was pressing against the teen’s back once more.

“Tai—”

“Hush.” Taichi began to kiss Ken’s neck just above the loose collar of his shirt, occasionally nipping at the skin. “Relax . . . We’re gonna do this my way, okay Ken-chan?” He bit lightly at pale skin.

Ken whimpered as a flash of pain went through him and pushed back against his partner.

Tai wrapped an arm around the teen and snaked a hand beneath the loose waistband of the boxers he had found fon. n. His fingers ran through the crisp curls he found there, nimbly teasing soft cries from his lover’s throat. Ken moaned and lifted his hips slightly as Tai grazed the base of his penis.

Chuckling faintly at the slightly tortured expression on Ken’s face, Taichi gently brushed the swelling flesh again, this time eliciting a faint cry from the dark-haired teen. After experimentally wrapping his fingers around the hardening organ, Tai propped himself up his free arm and slowly began to stroke.

Ken’s breathing quickened and his eyelids fluttered open blearily. “Taichi . . .”

“Shh.” Tai squeezed him to prove his point and drew the younger teen closer while speeding up his pace. Ken whimpered and started to squirm a bit. Tai began to thrust against his backside, still holding him tight. “I’m gonna take care of you, Ken-chan,” he muttered.

“Tai!” Only half-aware of what was going on, Ken was writhing next to him now and the feel of their skin pressed together made them both feel dizzy. “Tai . . . please . . .”

The arm that Taichi had been using to hold himself up slid beneath the indigo-haired boy and began to work at the buttons of his shirt. “Please what?” He teased the tip of Ken’s erection and was a bit surprised to feel his fingers slip over the precum that was already gathering at the tip. He nipped the pale youth’s neck forcefully. “Mmm . . . Sensitive little thing, aren’t you?”

The dark-haired teen bucked in response and started to struggle a bit. “Please don’t tease, Taichi. Don’t—” his breath caught in the back of his throat as the hand beneath his shirt pinched one of his nipples hard. He moaned with both pain and delight. He was rewarded by yet another, harder, pinch. There would be a bruise there in the morning.

Tai smiled smugly and nuzzled Ken’s neck. He licked off the faint sheen of sweat there and smirked at the sounds he so effortlessly drew out of the tiny creature in his embrace. The faint noises of both denial and need coming from his lover coupled with the delightful sensations Ken’s bucking hips sent through him were intoxicating. He bit Ken hard enough to leave teeth marks and the boy cried out. He wanted marks on Ken, bruises and stains to mark him as Taichi’s property. Ken let out a strangled scream and jerked violently in his arms. He ran his tongue over the abused skin. A moment later, his breath tickled Ken’s ear. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Taichi, please!”

The older teen stopped stroking Ken’s erection and switched to the sensitive insides of Ken’s thighs. He didn’t want the boy to come—not yet. Ken moaned and gripped the sheets desperately. He could hear laughter in Taichi’s voice and it was as arousing as it was frightening. Tai was enjoying this . . . and so was he.

“Please what, Ken-chan?”

Ken tried to writhe free of his grip, but only succeeded in moving closer to Tai and pushing back against his erection. Tender kisses were laid on the exposed back of his neck.

“What do you want, Ken? Hmmm? You have to tell me what you want.” He shivered as Taichi licked the back of his neck. “You like this don’t you? You want more . . . Don’t you, Ken-chan?”

Ken moaned as nimble fingers slid over his other nipple teasingly. He found himself arching slightly into them, eager to feel the electric pain they promised. “Tai . . . Please . . .?”

Tai sighed into his Ken’s ear, sounding almost bored. “Don’t you want this? You said you did . . .”

The boy whined in response as fingers moved to his testicles and ran over them experimentally. His whole body ached with need and he felt terribly helpless. Tai nipped at his back, briefly catching the skin over his shoulder blade between his sharp teeth and sucking on it.

Ken jerked, unaware of the small bruise on his back. His lips parted and he panted as his need for contact—to be touched and loved—overpowered everything else. He was wanted . . . he was . . . loved. “Yes . . .”

Taichi moved up to nip at the shell of his ear. “Hmm?” He pinched Ken’s nipple and gently squeezed his testicles

“Yes!”

Tai suddenly pulled away, moving Ken back so that the younger teen was lying on his back. Ken moaned at the sudden loss of contact. His entire body was trembling violently and he offered no resistance as his slender wrists were caught and gently lifted above his head. It wasn’t u he he heard the two clicks and felt the cold metal around his wrists that he realized what was happening.

Panicked, Ken tried to jerk his hands back, but only succeeded in pinching himself as the handcuffs yanked at the headboard. He was quite effectively trapped. A hand began to stroke his body and he felt something that was very close to terror go through him as he looked up into Tai’s eyes.

“Taichi, wha—”

A single finger was pressed against his lips, silencing him. Tai leaned down and kissed him hard, his tongue pushing forward to force Ken’s lips apart. Ken whined into the kiss as a hand slid behind his neck and pulled him up slightly. By the time they separated he was panting and his eyes had a slightly glazed look.

Taichi grinned and gently nipped at his lover’s bottom lip. “We’re going to do this my way, Ken-chan. You promised.”

The glazed look faded and Ken looked small and frightened. Tai’s grin softened into a gentle smile. “Trust me, Ken.” He nuzzled the pale skin that connected his lover’s neck and shoulder and ran his hands over Ken’s body slowly, savoring the soft noises his efforts prompted. The texture of the boy’s skin was something akin to flower petals.

When Ken was more relaxed and his breathing was coming in shallow, hungry gasps, Taichi reached over and fumbled for the lube he had waiting on the nightstand. Draped violet eyes watched him as he pourede ine into his hands and coated one of his fingers. Moments later Ken moaned softly in protest as Tai gently worked a finger into him. The older teen ignored him and continued what he was doing. He didn’t want to really hurt Ken like that. He knew from prior experience that there would be a little pain the first time anyway.

After a moment or so, he removed his finger and then added a second. Ken arched his back slightly and gave a low, throaty moan. Ignoring the throbbing een een his own legs, Tai concentrated on preparing his lover while making the experience as pleasurable as possible. He slowly slid his fingers in deeper, swirling them gently around the tight muscle and being sure to listen carefully to Ken’s soft mews. When the indigo-haired teen’s back arched slightly and he let out a quiet screeching sound, Tai knew that he had found just the right spot inside him and carefully moved his fingers a few more times until Ken was pressing back to take more. He smiled and removed his fingers, ignoring the soft protests from his partner.

He took one last hungry look at his lover and then he closed his eyes and bit down on his lip as he coated his own erection with the lube. The only thing that stopped him from just ending it right now was the image of a nicely bound and erect Ken tugging at his handcuffs in front of him. When he was sure he was ready, he opened his eyes and gently lifted Ken onto his lap. He was pleased when the other teen eagerly shifted closer to him and immediately lifted up his legs so that his lower calves rested on Taichi’s shoulders without being told.

Poising himself in the right position, Tai looked down at Ken to be sure that this was okay, but the words died on his lips. Ken had stopped straining against the cuffs binding him to the headboard and was lying still with his head turned slightly to the side and his eyes heavily lidded. His lips were slightly parted and small tremors shook him. Curiously Tai reached down and gently brushed the tip of Ken’s erection with his still-slick fingers. The pale teen reacted instantly, arching his hips, closing his eyes, and making a strange whining sound in his throat.

Tai dropped his head, closed his eyes, gripped Ken’s hips, and slowly pushed himself into the lithe body on top of him. He was faintly aware of Ken screaming his name, but then everything seemed to vanish in a strange white noise and all that he could think about was the incredibly tight feeling of Ken’s body wrapping around him. He pushed himself in as far as he could go, oblivious to the cry of protest that emerged from his lover, and dropped his head to his chest, panting. His hands gripped Ken’s waist so hard that they were bruising the pale flesh there and Ken had begun to fight his handcuffs again. Whether it was because of pain or pleasure, Taichi wasn’t sure and didn’t really care at that moment.

“Taichi . . .?”

The soft whimper made the older teen open his eyes again and stare down at his lover. Ken’s face was twisted with a mixture of pain and pleasure and his wrists were red and raw from tugging at the headboard. A small line of blood ran from his wrists down his arms and Taichi licked his lips.

“Please,” his captive whimpered pitifully.

Taichi thrust forward, forcing Ken’s body to lift up off the bed as the boy’s legs tightened convulsively around his waist. Ken screamed and the older teen smiled as he forced him to hold that position for a moment.

“Taich

Tai obligingly pulled partially out of him, letting Ken’s back settle down on the mattress again.

“You liked that, didn’t you?”

Ken moaned and tightened his legs in an attempt to force Taichi back inside him. The wild-haired teen laughed and slid his hand down from Ken’s hips to the soft rounded flesh of his bottom. He pinched him and Ken jerked helplessly, still partially impaled on Tai’s penis.

Tai thrust forward in a sharp hard motion and they both gasped at the sensation. He pulled out and repeated the action, forcing Ken’s body to arch up again and making him scream. A smile twitched over his lips. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the immensity of the sensatirunnrunning over his nerves as he pulled out and thrust into the boy again.

The headboard banged up against the wall as Ken struggled to be free of the handcuffs. The thin, delicate skin around his wrists was bloodied and chafed, yet all he could do was cry out and toss his head helplessly as Taichi continued his ministrations. The pale teen shrieked wordlessly as a harsh thrust sent multicolored sparks dancing in front of his tightly closed eyes.

Too much . . . Too much . . . His thoughts couldn’t seem to form any sort of order that did not revolve around Taichi and the fabulous things that were being done to him. He could taste blood, but didn’t know when he’d bitten his lip.

“Taichi!”

“Shhh . . .”

“Taichi . . .” The word came out as a scream as the older teen slammed into him again. He couldn’t . . . He had to . . . He . . .

“Taichi!”

Ken came.

It felt like a wave of soft electricity washing over him, spreading from the base of his spine to the tips if his fingers and toes, and every muscle tensed up so suddenly he thought his heart was going to burst. With a gasp, his body went slack and he felt a strange wet warmth hitting his stomach and thighs. He was only vaguely aware of Taichi tensing up inside him and the resulting second flood of warmth as the older boy came within him.

For several moments the two lay still, their heavy, panting breath the only sound in the room.

Tai groaned as he pulled out of his lover.

“Taichi . . .” Ken moved his head feebly and gave a final pitiful jerk at the hands wis with the sudden loss of sensation.

The other boy staggered slightly as he rose to his feet. “Hush, Ken.” He sounded tired.

The younger teen lay still and quiet as Taichi vanished from his line of sight. Violet eyes lidded heavily. He had been trying to say something—something important. A minute later Taichi returned with a damp washcloth and gently wiped the boy off. He avoided Ken’s eyes.

The handcuffs were released with metallic clicking noises and the brunet settled in being the smaller boy with a slight groan, tanned arms winding themselves around a pale, narrow waist. Ken pushed himself back into his lover’s arms. His wrists and anus burned fiercely, but somehow he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Taichi?” He had remembered what he wanted to say.

“Go to sleep, Ken.” Tai buried his face into Ken’s long, silky hair. “We’ll talk in the morning.”

Ken wrapped his arms around the other boy’s and closed his eyes. “I love you. I just wanted you to know that, that’s all.”

Tai squeezed him tightly and the boy smiled. He allowed his body to relax in the other’s embrace, aching, tired, sore, and abused, but happy for the first time in what seemed like forever. They were asleep almost immediately.


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Tai opened his eyes and blinked blearily in the gray predawn light. His limbs were comfortably tangled up with those of a firm masculine body and he felt . . . warm . . . Warm, tired, and extremely, extremely pleasant. The only things that came to mind were memories of handcuffs, sweet pleas, and some rather incredible sex. He sighed, running his hands happily over the smooth back of whomever he had had the delight of sleeping with last night and pulled him closer, burying his chin in a mop of indigo hair and inhaling the scent of juniper and—

Taichi’s eyes snapped open again and he stiffened. Indigo hair?

wildwild haired teen slowly pulled away and stared down at the boy curled up against him. Ken’s eyes were shut and he was obviously tired, but a small smile played at the edges of his mouth and he looked so relaxed and . . . happy. He looked so innocent . . .

Tai closed his eyes and felt his head drop down, buryins fas face in Ken’s hair. Small tremors ran through his limbs. He thought of the Digital World. He thought of Agumon. He thought of Ken’s synthetic smirks and Daisuke’s tears. He thought of anything but the rose-petal texture of Ken’s skin as he absently ran his hands over the slim body beside him.

Anything but Ken’s whispered words and that strange smile that was given only to him.

And he waited for Ken to wake up.


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