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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
- 11
- 12
- 13
DISCLAIMER: See previous parts.
A/N: WHOO-HOO! HERE COMES THE KAIZATO SMUT!! (...Not like I wrote this specifically for that purpose, or anything.) Anyway, like the sign says! Semi-NCS abounds! You knew it was coming -- Kaizer!Ken is an evil person. There's also some illicit drugs going on, of the date-rape variety. Go, evil!Ken! ...I'm not a very nice person, either, am I? >D

Pins and Needles

Part Twelve

by Libek

It was strange, Ken thought. He knew that they had left Yagami-kun's cell approximately eight minutes ago, that the walk from there to his own chambers only took some ten minutes total -- yet, entire hours seemed to have passed. He knew that Ishida-kun was still trailing behind him at the same steady pace, that there was no reason for the older boy to be doing anything else -- yet, he could not stop himself from glancing over his shoulder repeatedly to make certain. Once or twice, he had even caught himself wishing with inexplicable fervor that he had not relocated Yagami-kun quite so many levels further down below because of the added time they had spent riding in elevators.

What was the matter with him?

First, Ken remembered, there had been the business of reaching the cell -- he did not think that running at full tilt would have gotten them there quickly enough for his tastes. Even when they did arrive at last, he had found himself unable to cease wandering aimlessly up and down the corridor instead of leaving to get more important things accomplished, and he had finally burst in on the two of them like a suspicious lover to speed up the process.

And now this. Patience had always been one of the Digimon Kaizer's most prized virtues, but he could not seem to wait any length of time for anything today.

Behind him, the muted echoes of Ishida-kun's even footsteps abruptly faltered and then ceased. When he turned to look, he saw that the blond was staring uncertainly at a door -- the door to his own personal quarters. They had almost gone right past it, Ken realized. Where was his head today? And the expression on Ishida-kun's face, so hopeful that he might have somehow changed his mind...

The Digimon Kaizer swallowed his first response, which had risen like bile into his mouth, and forced an appropriately mocking smile. "Oh, don't fret so, Yamato-chan. I haven't forgotten you."

He had moved now to face the door so that his back was to the older boy, and watched unseen from the corner of one eye as Ishida-kun's head jerked up and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the accusation. God, but he was a pretty thing, and Ken knew he would look even better in bed -- pale pink legs spread wide, blond hair mussed, lips swollen from the kissing of them...

Shaking his head to clear it, the Digimon Kaizer refocused his eyes and could not help noticing that his hand where he had rested it on the latch was trembling very slightly. He frowned. Was...was that it? Was that the reason for all of this impatience? Had he rushed in the halls and allowed himself to be affected by the older boy's childish words because he was looking forward to the coming session? To pinning that pale pink body to his headboard and having his way with it? At first, the very notion seemed absurd -- and yet, as the Digimon Kaizer came to consider the matter, he saw that it was not all that farfetched.

Of course he wanted this whole business over and done with, there was no question about that. He still had Daisuke to deal with, after all. And if the thought of fucking Ishida-kun deep into his mattress brought with it a certain heat, well, there was nothing so outrageous about that, either. Sex was sex. Pleasurable by definition, and therefore enjoyable.

If he had wanted Yamato especially, now that would have been a cause for alarm -- but such an idea was so completely ludicrous that the Digimon Kaizer almost laughed out loud and quickly put it out of his mind. When he turned his head so that he could regard the boy in question, he felt much better, far less off-balance, now that he had everything sorted out. He even managed to feign interest in social niceties and murmur with the utmost politeness, "I'm sorry, did you say anything? I'm afraid I just wasn't attending."

Ishida-kun looked briefly startled, then squared his jaw. "Yeah, as a matter of fact. I did say something. I said, 'Then what are you waiting for?'"

Well. The Digimon Kaizer gazed at him for a long moment, until he could feel the facade of politeness slipping away, until his face might have betrayed exactly what he had thought of that particular statement -- and then he hitched his smile up another notch and bared his teeth. "I suppose I'm not waiting for anything. After you...?" he added in a mock-chivalrous tone, releasing his grip on the latch to gesture in the general direction of his bed.

The older boy responded with a bow that was little more than a nod of acknowledgment and strode past him, all tense angular movements as he approached that bed. Each step seemed to make his back a bit straighter, the muscles in his shoulders a bit tighter, and by the time he was sitting on the edge of the bed, every last trace of emotion had drained from his face. He did not watch the Digimon Kaizer follow him into the room, and after yet another uncertain moment of staring at him, Ken realized what it was that he meant to do. With his eyes on the far wall and his fingers knotted in the blankets, Ishida-kun had braced himself for impact.

He really expected to be raped. He expected to be tackled and tied to the bed, to have his legs forced apart and his clothes ripped away. There was something sort of insulting about that, and the Digimon Kaizer felt his upper lip curling. He was many things, but never a rapist. Rape -- just an extremely primitive, rather distasteful way of asserting temporary dominance over something you knew you could never control. It was ugly and defeatist and Ken wanted nothing to do with it. So he paused, gazing at Ishida-kun thoughtfully, then leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of the older boy's slender hips, and very slowly, almost gently, kissed him.

No response, none whatsoever, but for the moment the Digimon Kaizer did not especially care. Yamato's lips were warm and wonderfully soft. Unresisting. He was not about to get bitten or spat upon, and that in itself was such a pleasant change that Ken stayed right where he was for several long minutes, just brushing the surface of the blond's mouth and enjoying the smooth pale pink skin all around it. Eventually, he withdrew just enough so that he could focus his eyes comfortably on Ishida-kun's face and gauge his reaction. He was somewhat irritated to find that the older boy had not closed his eyes during the kiss and, in fact, seemed utterly unmoved. Well, he would fix that, Ken decided, and leaned forward once more, but then stopped mere centimeters from the blond's lips and could go no further.

"Close your eyes."

He hardly recognized his own voice, it had come out sounding so rough and low, but Ishida-kun's lashes fluttered and rested on his cheeks. A surge of relief flooded through the Digimon Kaizer, and again he had to struggle to convince himself that there was nothing wrong with that. Of course he did not want Yamato staring at him, there was no mystery there! Almost fiercely, he put it out of his mind and brought their mouths together once more. The older boy tasted good in a way that was hard to describe, and he wanted more of it. He wanted all of it. This time, he shoved his tongue between Ishida-kun's lips.

They froze at his touch.

No, that had been a mistake. The good taste had vanished. Why had it vanished? Ken tensed, breaking the kiss to breathe and swallowing the excess saliva in his mouth. There was no doubt about it, that hadn't been nearly as pleasant as the lighter kisses before. Brushing Yamato's tongue and feeling it shrink away very slightly had been disturbing. Unresponsiveness was one thing, and that he could deal with, but active reluctance -- no, he did not like that. He did not want to spend this session being constantly reminded that his partner in it was unwilling. Few things could have been any less enticing without actually making him physically ill.

Bitterness prompted him to say, with heavy sarcasm, "I've been remiss in my duties as host. Is there anything I could get for you to make you more comfortable?"

From Ishida-kun, only silence. He actually seemed to be considering the offer. A smile graced his lips fleetingly, and he shook his head. "Something to drink might be nice." And in his voice, there was an obvious emphasis on drink that said alcohol. Whether he was hoping to have less trouble getting through the motions or merely that he might not remember any of it in the morning, though, Ken could not tell.

"...Fine," he said, rising.

There would be, sadly, no alcohol. He knew that much without looking. Alcohol slowed the mind and dulled the senses and he had made sure to dispose of all such beverages when he first took over the bedroom for his own. But there might be something, some sort of soft drink left over from his last pilgrimage to the Real World, and at least looking for one gave him time to think: What now?

Then he had arrived at the wine cooler, he was going down on his knees, he was opening it, and still there had not been any sudden flash of insight. The Digimon Kaizer let out a slow breath and gazed intently at the contents of his cooler, willing them to become something other than bottles of spring water and a can or two of untouched soda. They stubbornly refused, and with a sigh of resignation, he took a can marked Raspberry and climbed slowly to his feet. Everything was moving slowly now, even the purplish pink liquid as it bubbled and frothed into a glass filled with ice, and Ken watched them all with a sense of unreality, as though the hands which had prepared the drink were not his own.

And it was in this state of sluggish yet hyperawareness that his eyes landed on the little bottle in the open cabinet above the cooler. It was a cabinet he had used to store odds and ends, and the bottom shelf was devoted to the few undamaged glasses he had in his possession, but the top shelf...

In the days before, one of the things he had dabbled in was chemistry. Less elegant than the purely theoretical sciences, but not a bad way to pass the day, and he had invented a compound or two with slight promise. Yellow Star was one such compound, and something that he had developed rather accidentally. Ken had wanted something to boost his own energy and help to focus his mind for tests and things, but had -- in the early stages -- gotten one of the chemicals wrong and ended up with a very mild aphrodisiac. Pure scientific curiosity had caused him to refine it into its present form, and back then his only thoughts had been of selling it to some big company and paying for his parents to retire. Double the dosage, though, and it went from merely helping arousal to creating it.

He saw his own thoughts forming from what seemed like a great distance, and watched them as he had watched the raspberry soft drink. No, he could not have expected Yamato welcome his attentions, and perhaps he would never be able to, but that was not to say he couldn't expect the blond to enjoy them.

Would this have been considered cheating? Perhaps. Yellow Star was exceedingly potent, and with it, he likely could have forced Ishida-kun to enjoy the affection of a Tortomon. Using the substance would have felt like a violation of his determination to do all of this manually, but...he needed to do this, did he not? He had backed himself into something of a corner by making it payment for a favor, and he could not stand the thought of going through such intimate motions while the older boy remained frigid. At least he wouldn't have been resorting to Black Matter.

Yes, the Digimon Kaizer decided. There was time later to do the thing properly. Right now, they just needed to get it done.

The trance broke. He glanced back at his bed to find that Yamato had curled up on his side facing away. Something inside of him tensed unhappily at the sight, but the Digimon Kaizer turned back to what he was doing with gratitude that he would not have to be stealthy about this. He retrieved the bottle and spooned a bit of powder from it into the drink, stirring and then giving the color a moment to even out. Well, he mused, he had always wanted a closer look at the drug's effects.

And if he did this carefully, then Yamato would never know.

The blond thanked him for the drink in a soft, subdued sort of voice, and took it from him while sitting up. Ken watched as he brought the glass to his lips and tilted it back to take his first sip -- but just before the mixture would have touched them, the older boy looked up at him.

"No thanks," Ishida-kun said abruptly, lowering the glass again. "I'm not thirsty."

"You asked for it," the Digimon Kaizer pointed out with mildness that he did not really feel. "You said you were thirsty."

Yamato did not so much as blink. "Well, now I'm not."

He knew, or at least suspected, and Ken cursed internally. This would not be half so much fun if the blond knew his responsiveness were manufactured. Externally, he merely smiled and refused the glass when it was offered back to him. "Drink," he instructed more firmly, and saw the realization that it had been a command in Ishida-kun's eyes.

Slowly, the older boy brought the glass back to his lips. Again, he hesitated. "What is it?"

Allowing himself a faintly sadistic smile, Ken spread his hands to demonstrate his helplessness. "That would be telling, Yamato-chan."

"Yes, well." Yamato was studying the contents of the glass dubiously. "I don't like surprises."

"That's unfortunate," the Digimon Kaizer told him lightly.

The sympathy had seemed rather blatantly false to him, but Ishida-kun snapped his head up hopefully and then lowered his eyes with apparent disappointment. He drained the drink without further protest, only pausing to wipe his mouth on the back of his hand once he had finished. "It tastes horrible, whatever it is," the blond muttered.

He was surprised to find that he wanted to laugh and quickly stifled it. "You asked for beer, didn't you? I thought the taste might be similar enough." Which was a lie, as he had never tried mixing it with sugar -- ordinarily, he had found the taste somewhat bitter, but not unpalatable.

"Maybe to the really cheap stuff," Yamato retorted. "But that's nothing like any of the kinds I've tried."

"You're underage." The Digimon Kaizer had not meant to say that -- it sounded foolish and even a little naive -- but he had been startled by the revelation. Ishida-kun had always struck him as more or less straight-laced; certainly not the sort of person to break the law.

Giving him a slightly crooked smile, Yamato tilted his head to one side innocently. "Yes," he admitted, "but Sekyou's not."

Sekyou. The name was vaguely familiar, and after a moment of thought, Ken put a tanned face to it, one framed by olive-green hair. A member of Ishida-kun's band, he suspected, but when he opened his mouth to ask for confirmation, he suddenly realized that he did not really care who the older boy's friends were. He shrugged his shoulders to emphasize this, and reached for the glass. Only two of the five required minutes had passed, and so he busied himself briefly with putting it back in its cabinet and counted the seconds precisely in his head. There were one hundred and fifty-three of them left when he had finished, and thirty less by the time he had reached his bed.

Twenty...nineteen...eighteen...

"Well?" Yamato asked, indifference painfully fake.

"Almost." Fifteen...fourteen...thirteen... He sat down beside the blond and smiled at him, lacing his hands in his lap with all of the patience he had been unable to summon before. Ten...nine...eight... He was surprised how easy it was to wait. They were nearly there now.

From the wariness in his face, Ishida-kun would not have shared the sentiment. "How will I know when it starts working?"

Five...four...three...

"You'll know," the Digimon Kaizer replied, more than amused. Zero, he thought with satisfaction and turned his head to the side, bringing their mouths very nearly together.

They were so close that he could feel the older boy's shallow breathing on his skin, and the force of his words when he whispered nervously, "I don't feel any different." His eyes were wide and soft and oh-so vulnerable.

The Digimon Kaizer merely smirked in answer and kissed him. He felt it when Yamato shuddered and laughed when the blond yanked backwards as though stung. "No different?" he enquired mockingly.

Ishida-kun flushed. "I...I'm just a little high-strung," he protested, but the way he ran his fingers over his own lips anxiously revealed the lie.

"They tingle, don't they?" the Digimon Kaizer asked, all politeness and propriety as he moved to close the distance between them once more.

"I didn't say that," the blond mumbled unconvincingly, edging backwards as though he thought Ken might not notice if he went very slowly.

He did not appreciate the attempt. Quickly, the Digimon Kaizer surged forward and pinned Yamato's wrists to the headboard, looming over the older boy and half-straddling his slender hips. "No, no," he murmured. "None of that. You're going to hold very still, Yamato-chan -- as still as you possibly can. Don't be troublesome. You'll only make things harder on yourself."

That stopped his struggles, but Ishida-kun scowled at him mutinously. "You can't expect me to just lie here while you -- aaah!" he cut himself off, gasping.

Smiling guilelessly, Ken twisted the nipple between his thumb and forefinger -- watched as the blond flushed and squirmed uselessly. "Not really," he admitted, releasing it slowly. "I rather expect you to writhe and moan."

Yamato blushed, hard and deep, and shook his head, teeth visibly gritted against any further noises. The Digimon Kaizer paused, finding himself startlingly aroused by the older boy's struggle, then bent his head and sent a breath of air fluttering over the dampness he had left behind. He smirked when Yamato shuddered and ran his tongue over one of the blond's dark pink nubs, teasing the tip of it lightly so that he whimpered through his still-clenched teeth.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, almost to himself. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

Poor Ishida-kun. He opened his mouth, no doubt to make some sort of defiant response, but all the Digimon Kaizer had to do was draw one nipple into his mouth and suck hard to make the unformed words into a harsh, senseless groan. Yamato clamped his lips shut, his expression contorted with sudden guilt, and looked away miserably. He did like it, though. That much was self-evident -- he would not have arched his back into the Digimon Kaizer's ministrations and panted like a bitch in heat if he hadn't liked it. Ken raised an eyebrow curiously and slipped a hand down the older boy's body, searching for evidence of what he suspected...

...and finding it. Ishida-kun's body had betrayed him. He was already hard, and when the Digimon Kaizer stroked the bulge lightly with his index finger, the blond boy cried out, his chest heaving, his face red with blood, and tried to shove his hands away. Ken stared at the pale pink fingers, trembling where they rested on his own fist, and frowned a little. Such struggling was hardly worthy of the word -- shifting or squirming certainly, but nothing more. Pitiful. He should have felt like laughing.

Yet, he didn't think he'd ever been so turned on by anything in his life. He felt through the thin clingy satin for Yamato's heat, his hardness, and squeezed gently, so gently. He watched as the older boy's bright blue eyes flew wide open, as his silken lips parted, and as he held his breath to resist it. To resist the intense pleasure that Ken could see shining on his face, smoldering in his eyes. Less than half a second and the expression changed, he was turning his head and looking at Ken and now he was desperate -- imploring, begging if he had to -- and at first the Digimon Kaizer thought he wanted his release. But no, that wasn't it. With those eyes, those beautiful almond-shaped eyes, he was begging his master to stop: not to do it, not to make him come, not to humiliate him like this.

For the barest instant, Ken wanted to let go. Then he realized what he was thinking and smiled a cold smile, letting go -- yes -- and immediately tightening his grip until it was probably painful. Those eyes rolled back in Yamato's head and he arched his back again, almost violently. His entire body went very still, holding that arch, then shivered and shuddered and jerked in his hand. Idly, the Digimon Kaizer wondered whether articles of clothing would come clean if he left them in the closet over night. He was not sure, and hesitated, fingering the drawstring closure of the older boy's pants.

Ishida-kun startled out of a doze when they were down around his knees and blinked, then withdrew sharply. Ken let him go, smirking. He had no reason to fight it. They both knew that he had not finished, and -- perhaps more importantly -- that there was nowhere for the blond to really go. Halfway across the bed, he saw Yamato freeze and move to cover himself with his hands. It did nothing to hide the streaks of cum on his thighs.

"I..." he started, awkward and uncertain, then slowly trailed away. His eyes darted down and he withdrew his hands, staring at the smears of off-white liquid on his palms. He clenched them tightly and flushed, looking so mortified. "I think that's enough."

"Enough?" Ken repeated, mockingly. "Enough for whom?"

Now the blond could not seem to meet his eyes. "You?" he asked, soft and hopeful.

He laughed openly. "Yamato-chan, why would it be enough?" As he spoke, the Digimon Kaizer started across his bed.

Another flush, darker this time. "I..." He lifted his hands, so that the moisture on them caught the light. "You've already gotten what you wanted," he whispered.

"What I wanted?" Ken stared at him, and slowly frowned. He felt insulted. Yamato had no idea what he wanted. "Funny," he said at last, "it looked more like what you wanted."

The older boy jerked his head up, eyes wide with apparent shock. He opened his mouth to say something in response -- no doubt it would have been sharp and angry -- but then his gaze lowered to rest in Ken's lap and he blinked. "Oh," Yamato said very quietly. "You mean that."

He had almost reached Ishida-kun, but at these words Ken paused. It took him several seconds to realize what they meant, but when he had, the Digimon Kaizer reared back and struck the blond hard enough to knock him back on the bed and very nearly off of it. Not giving him time to recover, he surged forward as soon as Yamato made a move to roll over and straddled him fiercely. "Yes, Yamato-chan, that. Though in the future you would do well to remember that I do not appreciate having your filthy eyes upon that particular portion of my body. Do you understand why?"

The older boy whimpered softly, undoubtedly in pain, but the sound of it spurred Ken and he snaked a hand down between their bodies, groping him invasively. Yamato colored, turning away, but the hot flesh in Ken's palm was responsive, jerking to life within a few seconds and rising eagerly. The blond made a short cry and arched his back again, but there was a trace of pain in his expression. Men were simply not designed to handle such quick recoveries. The Digimon Kaizer smiled faintly, quite pleased with himself.

"Aren't you going to answer my question?" he murmured huskily, knowing full-well that Yamato could not have gathered the breath necessary to verbalize a reply. "Do you understand?"

The older boy was panting now -- heavily, harshly, and with an edge of desperation that made him swallow hard. He knew why the blond had stared, knew that a great deal of blood had rushed into his nether regions over the course of this...unusual conversation, but he had felt all of that before and ignored it without difficulty. He wasn't sure why the simple rhythm of Yamato's breathing now was enough to set his heart pounding. And when the older boy whimpered needily like that --

The way his hair fell into his eyes...the sheen of perspiration on his pale pink skin...and his eyes were only heated slits of electric blue framed by silky burnished gold...

He had intended to go further, yes, always intended; but until this moment, the Digimon Kaizer had never actually wanted to.

Then his hands were moving of their own volition, grasping Yamato's hips and guiding him onto his back. He relished the small, confused noises and the way the blond looked up at him questioningly. Four seconds too late, he thought to wish he were in the habit of keeping lubricant beside the bed, but was vaguely satisfied with the knowledge that Yamato would have enjoyed most any physical contact at the moment. Besides, he was sure he'd heard that this was supposed to be easier if you were sufficiently "into" it -- but then he no longer cared, because the sudden hot tightness of the older boy's body was overwhelming.

From what felt like a great distance, Ken could hear the detached, analytical part of his mind musing on the ease of the penetration. Wondering whether, even aroused as he was, Ishida-kun would not have been less wonderfully yielding had he been virginal. Did anal sex work like that? He wasn't sure. Later on, he could find the information, certainly, if he looked -- but the rest of his mind recoiled, and stopped that line of thought right there. Not right now. He didn't want to think about Yamato's sex life right now.

That gave Ken pause. It...bothered him? To know that he wasn't, would never have been, Ishida-kun's first? No, that was absurd. He could never have preferred this moment to be tense and uncomfortable and involve some amount of blood, just so that he could have had the comforting knowledge that no one else had ever laid his hands upon the body underneath him. Surely not. And yet...

Troubling. But he did not have the concentration to dwell on the matter any longer. The last of his lucidity was gone now, and only the mindless act remained. A few quick thrusts were all it would have taken him if he hadn't bothered trying to hold on, if he had embraced his orgasm, but...Ken didn't want it to end that quickly...

He liked the way it felt to thrust in and out of Yamato's tight heat.

He liked the conflicted expression on Yamato's pretty face...

He liked the way the light reflected off Yamato's soft blond hair...

He...

...liked Yamato.

Somewhere deep inside, Ken opened up his eyes. He was surprised, for an instant, to see Yamato beneath him. Then the Digimon Kaizer gritted his teeth and snapped his hips in a new thrust.

The older boy's breathing came much harsher and wetter now. He was close, that much was obvious, and the Digimon Kaizer adjusted the pace of his thrusts accordingly. It was very important, suddenly, that Yamato come first, and he could feel his own control slipping -- that telltale sensation which meant he had only little longer himself.

Had to go faster, much faster. Hard to keep his eyes open now, and even when he managed, it was all he could do to stare at the far wall stupidly. The world went abruptly out of focus and the Digimon Kaizer realized that his eyes were watering. God, but he loved the way this felt. He dug his fingers into one of Ishida-kun's pale pink thighs and gazed down blurrily at the older boy's erection.

A little bigger when hard, but not dramatically so. Funny. Everything was sort of funny now. The older boy's organ was deeply red with blood and glistening wetly at the tip. Ken thought, between thrusts, that he could see it pulsing, but the blond had his fingers tangled in the sheets and his teeth tightly gritted. He seemed to be using every last ounce of his willpower to fight that orgasm.

Which only made driving him over the edge for the second time in one night that much more appealing. Through a haze of arousal, the Digimon Kaizer smiled faintly and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"You know you want to, Yamato-chan..."

A frantic little shake of the head. Ishida-kun gasped harshly through his teeth and whispered, "Don't..."

"Don't?" the Digimon Kaizer repeated, lifting one of the blond's legs carelessly so that he could thrust into him more deeply. The incredible tightness of it made bright spots on the insides of his eyelids, and Yamato cried out. "Don't what?"

"Please!" the older boy half-screamed in frustration.

He still hadn't answered the question, still hadn't clarified. Even as he felt himself slipping, the Digimon Kaizer wanted to hear him say it. He knew Yamato wanted this, knew that with the drugs all of his nerves were raw and hypersensitive. He couldn't not want it. Why was he being so damnably stubborn? Maybe, Ken thought hazily, he ought to change his tactics. "Do you want me to stop, Yamato-chan?"

The blond nodded so hard that his neck might have broken from the movement. "Please stop," he whispered, voice low and wet from what sounded like suppressed tears.

"You're sure...?" He was, but the Digimon Kaizer smirked faintly and reached down to wrap a hand around his hot erection.

"I -- ah -- AH!" Yamato gasped, and then closed his mouth tightly. After a few seconds, he recovered enough concentration to nod his head, if much more weakly than before.

That was better, and Ken loosened his grip, playing only the bare tips of his fingers lightly over the older boy's length and then very, very gently brushing them over its purpled tip. Ishida-kun's reaction was immediate and intense -- he arched his back and held it, gasping noisily for breath like a fish out of water, but even with his eyes closed, he looked guilty. Ashamed. He still half-wanted this to stop, and that wasn't good enough. Not nearly good enough. The Digimon Kaizer shuddered. He was not sure how much longer he could hold his position, neither thrusting nor withdrawing.

His fingers never ceasing their caresses, he whispered, "Let go. You'll feel so much better..."

This time, words seemed to fail the blond completely. He was still arching his back, still breathless, still whimpery and desperate. In the end, he managed to shake his head, just slightly, and Ken realized that he had had enough. Grabbing hold of the older boy's hips, he pulled out sharply and spun him on his knees. He took some small amount of pleasure in hearing Yamato cry out when he thrust back in, but that hadn't been the point. The point was that this position felt better to him.

And, oh yes, it put him at a far better angle to Yamato's prostate.

He watched the blond turn to look at him over one shoulder as if in slow-motion, and when he hit his mark, he had all the time in the world to watch a very different expression wash over the older boy's face. Pure, undulated pleasure. Ken leaned forward, still buried deep, until their noses were almost touching. The expression was still there on Yamato's face, but now he was blushing, too, his eyes tightly closed. He was on the very edge of orgasm, trembling with it. All he needed was a light push.

"You're going to come all over yourself now," Ken whispered to him, and before the blond could make a smartass reply, he had pulled out and thrust in again, so very gently.

Poor, poor Ishida-kun. The gentleness of the thrust was irrelevant. He squeezed his eyes shut and moaned noisily through his teeth, and Ken reached down, cupping his engorged organ carefully so that it sprayed his seed almost entirely onto the blond's belly and chest. Yamato turned his face away and ducked his head while he came, his whole body shuddering with the force of it. The Digimon Kaizer smiled softly, secretly relieved, and then withdrew from the older boy's tight body, not letting himself go completely until he was sure he would get every last drop of it on Yamato's pale pink skin.

The world faded into shades of grey and white that melted one into the other until the Digimon Kaizer closed his eyes, and let sleep come. His last thoughts, as he drew the blond's hot sticky body to his own, were prideful. He had done it, finally done it, although...

Ken frowned in his sleep.

He still hadn't admitted to wanting him.

TRANSLATIONS


mon petit loup : my little wolf

To be continued...
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