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TITLE: And the Sky Fell

AUTHOR: Silver Foxfire

SERIES: Digimon

RATING: NC-17

PAIRINGS: Myotismon/Piedmon/Devimon, Yamato/Jou

WARNINGS: Yaoi Lemon, Violence, Angst, Vampirism >:}

DISCLAIMERS: I don't own Digimon and I make no cash. ^^ This is for fun.

AND THE SKY FELL

By Silver Foxfire

Darkness... that's all I feel... see... then the sound, painfully quiet as my shell dissolves from around me and I am frightened... horrid feeling... the only word coming from my mouth the pitiful squeak of my own name. That red digimon, that Elecmon comes and cradles me, his soft, fuzzy belly feels so nice against me. can cannot help falling asleep as he croons to me in his deep voice.

I should love this feeling, of being nurtured and cared for... but I know that all too soon he will have to let me go... let me go into the world to grow. And it is this that makes me hate the love he gives me. It just makes it harder when I am forced to leave...

~*~*~*~

It happened again... the bigger Digimon came and beat me because I cannot defend myself properly, my teeth the only thing saving me from being deleted again... I hate being this way... but I will get stronger... And I will not allow them to do it again. Those creatures that dare to hurt me, ME. I will punish them later... but for now I can only curl beneath a fallen tree, it's dying leaves sheltering me and hiding me.

At least... until a bigger Digimon seeks me out>

~*~*~*~

"Boom BUBBLE!" My enemies glare at me as they run, my ears falling beside me as I take a much needed rest, panting from the exertion of chasing off a pair of Gazimon. Disgusting... how very weak I am now... curling these small paws beneath me as I try to conserve heat as night falls.

I will get stronger... and will avenge you, my loves... They won't escape from me again... and neither will HE.

~*~*~*~

Aaaaaahhhhh... I hate this body more than the others... so easy to break... but easy to fix, luckily... One more scar... one more stitch. My staff aiding me greatly when I hurt... alone... as my Wizardmon instincts guide me to be... I'll... I'll recover... I WILL grow stronger my loves... believe me... and I will make him suffer... for hurting you... he too shall hurt...

A wonderful pain... I swear this on my meager life... I swear I'll fix this... And I will find you again... You'll be proud of me...

~*~*~*~

I sit now, in my restored chambers, always seeking out my precious castle, dark and damp. My servants built it for me and I languish in it, using an ancient mirror found by one of my slaves. I watch the Human World, the 'Real' World, my eyes sharp as I wait for a glimpse of any of the brats that caused such... suffering in my world... OUR world... my lovers and mine.

I truly hate them... They wondered why I was so driven to destroy them... coming back again... and again... solely for the chance to KILL them. 'Take over the world...' Cliché... The reason I wanted their world was to punish THEM. Those that sought my lovers and sought to torment ME. And that little traitor... Gatomon... She never even knew that I was once borne of a Wizardmon, the one she LOVED so dearly.

She should have understood what it was. She thought it a weakness in me that I lost my temper when they were slaughtered. I taught her what I felt didn't I? Naive mon... She neundeunderstood..lostlost two, not one.

But I do not hate her. It was not SHE that thrust my Devimon back into Elecmon's arms, never to follow the path of Digivolution that made him what he was. It was not SHE that deleted my Piedmon into a place that will take thousands of cycles to break free of. No... it was not her. And I will not hold her loyalty against her. For it is what held her to ME for so long.

But HE is another story... I've hated HIM since she told me that my Devimon was gone, destroyed by an Angemon full of Hope. I felt my heart freezing then, but I moved on, into the bed of my own Master, my Piedmon. What heat he gave back to me vanished when I was told that my Piedmon was absorbed by a Gate of Destiny, opened by a MagnaAngemon.

It is HE that I hate now. HE that I will seek, no matter what the price. And what better way to flush out a Holy Digimon than steal the ones they love? He will feel such sorrow as I carry now. I will let him feel each sting that he caused me when he stole the ones I loved most. He WILL pay for what he has done!

~*~*~*~

I lay in my coffin, a smirk upon my dark lips. I have found them. I will have to wait until they go off alone. The one that HE serves is too near to others for my liking, so I found one who will work just as well: his brother. That one, Ishida, is no challenge, always alone or with one or two others. Ha... Believing there is no threat is no reason to relax...

You taught me that, my beautiful loves... a lesson I am not quick to forget. It's your hands I feel as I slowly undo the buttons on my clothing. Ahh... my Piedmon... it's your nails I feel lightly tracing over my chest, slipping inside the cobalt cloth to tease a nipple to erection. And my sweet Devimon's fangs lightly biting at my throat.

I can feel them, their beautiful bodies against me, my lovely Devimon slowly removing the clinging black coverings as he sits astride my hips, his long arms working down shiny bits of black to reveal his pale skin. I smile, feeling my fangs pressing against my bottom lip, my eyes reveling in him as Piedmon plays with my blonde locks, his tongue flicking across my ear; his favorite place to nibble.

I feel a moan press against the back of my throat, echoing in the embracing darkness of my coffin as I take my erection in hand, my eyes shut as I remember what my loves did, the way my Devimon rode, hard and fast, always growling softly as he took me deep inside his body. The way he clenched around me, his palms splayed over my chest so he could impale himself more roughly, his fangs appearing every time I drank from him, yanking him flat against me and sinking my own into his throat.

"Devimon... my demon..."

And then my romantic master, all silk and elegance- something I cannot achieve; his smiles, warm when given to me. His red mouth tasting of the headiest wines. When I ventured to ask him if they were stained from the berries which went into his drinks, he laughed, kissing me and whispering the question of if I drank violet blood. Ahh, and the kiss he gave me when I dared to whisper that it was only his blood that stained my lips so permanently.

I hear the sound of my groans filling my ears as I lift my palm from a painfully hard erection, slicking it well with my saliva before reaching down to caress myself again, in a desperate attempt to recreate my Piedmon's mouth. I remember his eyes always locked to mine as he dipped his head, devouring my cock slowly as his red lips still managed to quirk into a smile before I came.

"My Piedmon... MY Devimon... I... lo-" I cry out softly as I hit climax, shivering slightly as I feel warm seed dripping from the lid of my coffin onto my belly.

The visions of my loves fade, leaving me more alone than I have felt since the first day I was told my Piedmon was gone. I use my cape to wipe off my seed before shutting my eyes and clenching a fist over the pain in my heart as I vow that I will punish the one that dared to take my loves. In the twilight... the blonde will be my prey.

~*~*~*~

"Damn it! Let us go!" The feisty blonde snarls at me, so proud despite the chains twined around him, his eyes lit like bursts of blue fire as he tries to free himself.

"It's rude to speak to yourt tht that way, little boy." I say, my voice all mock-pleasantness as I glance at his silent companion, the blue hair falling over slender shoulders as he studies me.

Oh, the pure, silent rage that pours from the blonde as I walk toward the other. This one is far better at controlling himself now... he doesn't flinch as I lightly trace his cheeks with my gloved hand, but I can feel Ishida boiling. When I glance at him from the corner of my eye, his face is flushed and... how cute... he has fangs of his own. Those tiny human fangs that are useless for all but a 'frightening' snarl.

I rise and turn my back on them, immediately hearing a shift in chains and a quiet whisper. I snort softly as I give my Musyamon orders not to let anyone in or out of the dungeon except for me or himself. He nods stiffly and blocks the door with his bulk, his mottled armor glinting dully in the sparse light.

I walk slowly up the stairs, glancing coolly at a small and still meek Psychemon as he shuffles past, his hands clasped in front of him, on a tray of food for my 'guests'. I give the most minute movement of my head as I rise up the stairs. The easy part is done. Now all I must do is wait for that wretched brat to cry for help and for a certain... Angemon to appear before me for judgment.

~*~*~*~

Yamato stayed almost possessively close to Jou every time the guard would glance in or Myotismon would come down, seemingly to simply torment them. He just couldn't do the same thing as his friend when Jou murmured that they should be grateful that no real harm was coming to them.

"He doesn't want to kill us or anything..." Jou whispered, feeling Yamato's heat through his dark blue blazer. "If he wanted to do that... he could have already."

"Yeah, well, I'm still a little pissed off, all right?!" Yamato snapped before sighing and glaring at the wall. "I mean... This sucks! I had plans and they didn't involve me getting kidnapped by a whacked out vampire!"

Yamato glanced over when he heard a sharp snort from Jou, surprised to see a slight darkening of the already dark violet-brown eyes.

"Jou?"

"You weren't the only one who had PLANS, Yamato." Jou said softly, yet it was still shrouded in a deeply controlled emotion that could have been anger.

Yamato stayed silent as he slumped against the wall, focusing on the thin streak of light seeping beneath the door. He repeatedly damned Myotismon in his head, furious that the vampire Digimon had the audacity to kidnap him. He knew that it wouldn't be long before one of the others realized hat he and Jou were missing, and he hoped it was soon or heads were gonna roll... and he wasn't so sure it wouldn't be his own.

~*~*~*~

Hm. This waiting is tedious but necessary... I can hear those boys arguing even here in my chambers. Of course Ishida is the loudest, letting his rage be known to everyone that bothered to listen, who was more often than not Kido. If I didn't know better, I'd say that one was far older than what he was. More than a child. Perhaps that's why he is such an interesting opponent... when he isn't being more of a fool than that 'leader' of theirs.

I glance up when I hear the shriek of my perimeter guards. Excellent. It hasn't taken as long as I thought for them to come, only a little over two days. I can feel the smirk tugging at my lips when I feel the cold rush of air over my shoulders.

"Myotismon?!"

"Mmm, who were you expecting?" I take special care to purr out the words as I turn, the sheer brilliance of the Angemon's wings forcing my eyes to narrow a bit in the attempt to reduce the light being taken inside of them.

I can feel his glare just as certainly as I see his mouth harden into a long, thin line.

"I have come to take back the children!" Oh, that ever so self-righteous voice irritates me. The way he holds himself, perfectly straight and making himself appear bigger than he is. A soldiers stance.

I can see his nervousness growing as I simply look at him, unmoving anokinoking quite amused. Silly, silly little Angemon. You may think yourself strong, but I have been beaten down and deleted and recovered more than you couleam.eam. There are few Myotismon, we are a rare breed and we are very strong. Test me, little one, and we shall see.

"I will not ask again!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," I murmur, "that's no way to negotiate."

"What do you want?" Oh, he's getting frightened. I love when that happens. Their fists clutch tighter at their Holy Staffs, their jaw tightens, and they begin the slightest trembling, beginning in their abdomens, a shiver that grows worse the more frightened they become.

I walk toward him, smirking and feeling a fang push against my bottom lip, my eyes penetrating the helmet so I know my eyes are level with his. That shaking intrigues me, it has not grown worse but remains steady.

"I want something from you?"

"Let them go."

"Mmm, why? I quite enjoy them were they are."

"They are not yours to have!" He growls, his voice dropping as he throws himself forward, as he always does.

Oh, how he roars when he is pressed fully against my floor. It must hurt quite a lot, me sitting on him and pressing against his wings. But, poor DEAR, his staff is so far away and he cannot reach me. I can feel my hate for him building, yet on the outside, I know I look calm and utterly pleased with myself. I don't fear this one, not yet. None of them could do it... destroy me alone.

No. They all needed help, to do it together. What good did that really do? Hm? I just come back stronger. They will never learn.

"Release me!"

"No. I think I like you underneath me and WRITHING, Angemouot;uot; I whisper against his cheek.

I feel it heat almost immediately and I can't stop my laughter as he fights harder, trying to dislodge me with his wings. He knows that he cannot possibly do it alone... Hm. He most likely would be stalling for time.

"Your little friends are on their way, hm?" I murmur, getting my answer as he stiffens. "I tell you now, little Angemon, once they arrive, your little friends die."

"I won't let yo-"

"Be silent!" Hmwondwonder how much that helmet really protects? It does make a nice sound when it hits the floor.

He leaps up when I get off of him, I can hear the rustle of his clothes even as I walk away from him, my back presented. He won't attack an enemy this way. Chivalry, and all that nonsense.

"You have three hours, Angemon. To tell your friends, if they come, Ishida and Kido will die. Only you shall be their messenger. Am I understood?"

Ah, the silence. I can imagine his face, his mouth turned down as he thinks before he gives me a muffled yet not quite defeated "yes" in reply.

"Good. Then flee, little Angemon. Flutter with your wings and carry my message." I hear him leaving and I feel my lips turn into a smile. He will do as I ordered.

But what to do while I wait? Ahh... why not... amuse the little ones who are surely tiring of the darkness? I call back my Psychemon to give Musyamon orders to bring up my little prisoners. He nods, giving a softly accented "yes, sir" before moving quickly toward the dungeons.

I sit on my throne, legs crossed and eyes closed, listening to the mutterings of my servants. The dungeon door creaking open before I laugh softly at Ishida's furious growls. Musyamon's footsteps heavy as he enters my chambers, one boy over each shoulder. Ah, Kido remains still and is carefully set to the floor... Ishida is more or less dropped.

Musyamon's demand respect and obedience, haven't you learned that, Ishida?

"Thank you, Musyamon. You may go."

He grunts and leaves, quietly shutting the door behind him, leaving the boys alone with me. I don't care for these chains and with only the slightest motion of my hand and a silent command they fall away from their bodies, vanishing beneath the floor. The overly-temperamental blonde is on his feet in moments ready to fight me while Kido remains where he is, one hand clasped around Ishida's wrist.

"Sto, Ya, Yamato." He says softly, his eyes on me.

"Let us go, you asshole!"

I chuckle darkly and I see Kido's hand tighten. I raise my eyebrow when Ishida tears his wrist away from the dark-haired boy's hold, storming toward me. I snort and flick my wrist, his chains wrapped around him once more and weighting him down.

"If you cannot be polite," I hiss, glaring at him, "then you stay there."

I glance at Kido again and see his eyes with a light of worry... one that is reminiscent of the fear of losing a beloved. I don't think the blonde notices in the least as he snarls and struggles in his bonds. Tsk, silly little boy.

"Kido."

He jumps at the mention of his name and looks up quickly, those eyes wide behind thin panes of glass.

"Come here."

He unsteadily rises and walks to me, gasping when I snatch him into my arms. He doesn't struggle, just becomes incredibly still and trying to steady his breathing. He makes a point to stare off toward my wall, not at me nor his friend.

"Let go of him!!!"

I laugh, watching that angry blush crawl over Ishida's face again, his eyes turned black by his immense hatred of me. Kido trembles slightly in my arms and I see how far I can push the blonde by deliberately brushing my lips over a pale cheek. The ocean-hued boy on my lap jumps again and his eyes widen, the shaking worse now. The roar that Ishida gives has me choking back my laughs.

He tries so hard to hide WHO he is and WHO he wants. Not very convincing, even to those around him.

"Why should I let him go? I quite like him here,"

His jaw clenches and his eyes zero in on me as if he's willing me to burst into flame. I can see the rage behind them, fighting to get free, the anger that makes him so easy to manipulate.

"Hm..." I hum, tracing a finger down Kido's neck, teasing the little vein that swells in his nervousness. "You look good enough to eat, Kido."

He is shaking so hard, I almost wonder if he's having a seizure. But he stills a bit when I pull my hand away, leaning back on my throne but still holding hecurecurely.

"You never said why I should let him go, Ishida. Give me a good enough answer and maybe I will."

I only get silence and another glower. So that's how it is. Poor Kido, hidden away so no one can associate them as anything more than friends.

"Poor Kido..." I whisper into his ear, too quiet for Ishida to hear. "Your lover denies any rights to you while in the presence of others."

My, how quick he moves, staring at me with those dark eyes.

"Wha-what did you say?" Even his voice trembles, his eyes bright in the darkness of my chambers.

"You understood me, Kido. And you know I'm right."

"Leave him alone, Myotismon!"

I simply gag Ishida, his voice irritating me as I continue to look at the boy in my arms.

"How often? Does he leap away when he hears anyone approach? Pointedly ignore you while in the company of others?" My words only for him and I watch him look quickly away to hide his tears.

Disgusting. My loves were not ashamed of me, no more than I was of them. This one in my arms is receiving treatment beyond any torment I could give. I whisper and he looks at me again before shutting his eyes, falling under my sleep spell and unconsciously nestling against me.

I place him on the floor as I walk toward Ishida, unbinding him and freeing his voice. He throws himself toward me again, growling even as I close my hand around his throat and hold him away from me.

"What did you do to him?!" He croaks, fingers clawing around my wrist.

"He's sleeping. I can do something else if it would PLEASE you." I move slightly as he kicks at me and I slap him, watching as his rage grows. "I despise creatures like you. Fortunately it's a solely human trait."

"What are you TALKING about?!"

"The fact you refuse to let anyone see your lover for what he is." I hiss, coming so close to him he can feel my breath across his cheeks.

And oh, how he stills and pales at my words and I push him away from me. He lays upon the ground, quite stunned and looking up at me with something akin to fear. He can only gaze at me, his irises small as I advance.

"He-he's not!"

"Oh, how vile you are. Claiming no relationship even when I know." This one makes my stomach turn uncomfortably and walk away from him when I hear the softest rustle of wings.

"Yamato! Are you all right?!"

I don't need to turn to see the Angemon beside him, staff in hand and looking toward Kido.

"You promised not to hurt them!"

"I said I wouldn't KILL them. Did you do as I asked?" I say, picking up the blue boy and holding him in my arms again.

To the sheltered mind of an Angemon, it would appear I was taking him as insurance. Not so. I simply want to hold this sleeping creature... never mind his warmth and the blood I want to take from him.

"... yes. I am the only one here."

"And will you be the only one to arrive?"

"Yes."

I see the looks on both of their faces as I sit, still holding this little man against me. I don't even realize I'm stroking his hair until he murmurs "Yama-kun" in his sleep, forcing an embarrassed blush to scatter over the blonde's cheeks.

"Let him go! You said you would!"

"You misunderstood. I simply said I would kill them if your friends came. I never said I would let them go."

I feel Kido shifting against me, muttering Ishida's name quietly as he moves against me. I pet him like a kitten as he rests, my eyes on Ishida and Angemon.

"You... purposely mislead me!" Angemon growls, perfectly poised between myself and Ishida.

"I did nothing of the sort. You mislead YOURSELF, little Angemon."

Kido's eyes open slowly, no doubt by Angemon's voice. He looks up at me with mild confusion before gasping and becoming fully awake.

"Give him to me!"

I ignore Ishida to give Angemon a glare with as much ice as I can possibly muster, which is in no short supply. I feel like seeing how far I can push him too. HE would no doubt be as fun to torment as Ishida.

"Kido..." I murmur, his eyes one me as he shivers again as the words only he hears. "I will feed from you, but don't worry... you're worth more alive and conscious."

I pull him against me and sink my fangs into him, his body drawn tight as I hear Angemon and Ishida's startled protests. I can see they want to rush forward, but they aren't sure if I will kill him if they try.

Kido's moans and clutching hands make me purr quietly as I take his blood before pulling away and licking at the small tears of his flesh. I hear him mutter something about infection through his haze and I smirk, setting him down, watching him stumble and be caught in Angemon's arms. The blonde looks at his lover with worry, but makes no move to retrieve him. I do not miss the way he cringes from my reproachful gaze.

"They stay here until I am done with you, little Angemon." I say, watching as he gives Kido to Ishida, the blue-haired boy refusing to look upon his lovers face.

"Then I will take them back." He says, challenging me.

"IF you can take them back. You have much to pay for."

"What do you mean?!" He is startled when I appear so quickly in front of him, snatching away his staff and hurling it across the room and shoving him in the opposite direction.

"I MEANt itt it is YOU who took the ones I loved most!" He lashes out at me as I advance again, trying to kick my feet out from under me and only receiving a solid blow to the chest for it.

My heart beats harder with my anger, my hand tearing away the enfolding confines of my cape and I throw it over the boys, hearing them gasp as it encloses them, ensuring they will see and hear nothing but each other. I snarl as Angemon dives for his staff, easily ding ing him back by his ankle and shoving him against the wall.

He roars in fury as I tear off his helmet, glaring into his gre green eyes. He throws his entire body into attacking me, his strikes blocked easily by me. Same old moves. I pin him beneath me to the floor, his wings being crushed beneath him as I pin his wrists above his head. I can feel him shifting furiously and trying in vain to kick at me.

"Let me go, Myotismon!"

"Who are you to orde?&qu?"

He thrashes violently beneath me, his emerald eyes narrowed as he tries to break free of me. I force more of that bounteous rage from him as I keep his wrists neatly above his head with one hand, and slapping him with my second. A deep red mark emerging after only a few seconds and a small trickle of blood slipping from his lips.

"You think so highly of yourself, little Angemon! To think that Ild old obey a command that falls from YOUR l&quo" I snarl, slapping him again, harder and on hiher her cheek, smearing the blood that trickled beside it.

He snarls and fights me harder, trying with all his strength to pull free of my hand. How pitiful... I could have been THIS? With a bit more gentleness I could have become THIS? Not all all the world.

"You're pathetic." I hiss, showing him my fangs, my brow crinkling. "And to think of what could have been."

"What are you talking about?!" He struggles harder and t ava avail.

"What do you think, little Angemon? Do you TRULY believe that yours is the only path a Patamon could take?"

He stills, looking at me with distrust in his eyes.

"You lie!"

"Oh, no. I don't lie. Goes against my grain. You are just too... pure to accept what I tell you."

"No harm can come from a Patamon!"

No harm? I am laughing before I realize it, his pride swollen as he fights me again. He stops when I strike him again, the fume of his blood seeping into my nose. Disgustingly sweet scent it is. I cannot help tangling my fist in his hair, pulling his head back in a fierce arch, his neck taut. I place my mouth almost against his as I whisper secrets to him.

"Oh... you know nothing of Digivolutions, do you, little Angemon? Watching Digivolution after Digivolution you still know nothing. Cannot an Agumon Digivolve into a SkullGraymon? Cannot something inherently 'good' become something 'evil'?" I feel his breath mingling with mine, his chest heaving as his heart quickens. "You know I speak the truth, don't you? You are two stages away from being ME..."

He goes utterly still as I kiss him, making him taste the blood of thousands on my tongue, his own purity sweet to my mouth. He is too frightened or stupid to fight me, laying below me and shivering. I feel his breath hitch and I raise to see him biting back sobs.

"You lie... I'm not like you. I can never be like you..." He whispers, looking at my ceiling, his brow creased and a wild and crazed look in his eyes.

"I told you, little Angemon... I don't lie."

"YOU LIE!"

I am quick to move from his body as I see him enveloped in the light of Digivolution. I know which path this takes, the golden orbs shooting from his body to turn and wrap into him, forming his new coverings. His Angemon's helmet vanishing to blend into his golden banners and purple beam shields. His radiance is almost too bright for me to take in.

I cross my arms and smirk as he positions his sword, his mouth set in a grim line.

"You still believe I am lying... MagnaAngemon? I am honored to know I can trigger this reaction in you without the aid of a Digivice."

"Be silent!" He growls at me. "Give the boys to me. Or I will take them."

"And I will take them back. Or I'll just snatch up some others,"

I can feel the breeze of his blade as he swings it down, it's metal nearly brushing my shoulder. He's angry now and I want to KEEP him that way. I watch as his movements become more erratic as I taunt him, teasing fur fury. I can't help my laughter, dodging him again and again before I do the thing that hits him the hardest.

He stops quickly when I yank hard on my cape, the two boys tumbling out and I see Kido's arms slip from around a struggling Ishida. Poor boy, still dizzy and unknowing. He's in my arms again before he knows it and he's turning quite pale at all the movement.

"You want him back? Come and find me, Ultimate." I cannot help that last jest as I move again, vanishing into the depths of my castle.

I can hear him several floors above me, helping Ishida to his feet. He'll take the boy with him, against his better judgment, simply because I may or may not come and get him when he is alone.

"Nnn... sick..."

I look down at the young one in my arms and set him on an old bed, watching as he struggles to sit up. I cross my arms and let him be, knowing he won't run now, but he will if given the chance. I will wait, letting my soldiers torment the Holy Digimon and the boy for a while. It won't hurt... just wear him out for a while.

~*~*~*~

Jou moaned as the room spun, one hand clutching at his head the other steadying him against the too soft mattress. He could feel Myotismon ice blue eyes on him and wondered why the Vampire Digimon even bothered to bring him here instead of back to the dungeon. He closed his eyes before he felt himself falling forward, hitting the floor with his knees and feeling his stomach heave in warning.

He covered his mouth with one hand and fought the bile rising in his throat, swallowing hard. He slowly lowered himself when it receded, pressing his cheek against the icy floor and panted softly against it, keeping his eyes shut and wishing that he were back in his own room, carefully held by Yamato in the darkness and wishing that they'd never gone for a walk through the park to be alone.

"Why would you stay with one who is ashamed of you?"

Jou groaned softly as he opened his eyes, making an effort to lift his head to look up at Myotismon, his neck aching from where Myotismon had fed from him.

"What do you mean...?"

He gasped when Myotismon rolled him onto his back, straddling his chest and looking at him very seriously. He felt a sliver of fear caress his spine as he looked up at the Digimon on top of him. His eyes were wide behind his glasses as he felt as though his soul was being picked apart.

"You understand me. Don't act like the idiot he treats you as." Jou inhaled sharply when he saw Myotismon strip off the thick gloves, dragging a sharp nail over his temple to his cheek.

"He... he doesn't-"

"Don't make excuses. They are the last defense of a failure." Myotismon was carefully watching the reactions he could ease from the boy beneath him, dragging his forefinger across his lower lip and feeling how pliant it was. "As irritating as you and your little friends are, you're not failures, unfortunately."

Myotismon could feel Jou's shivering increase and he rose, easily tugging the boy back into the bed.

"Stay there. Don't even attempt to leave. If you do, I will give you a sound beating. Am I understood?" He smirked as Jou nodded, curling self-protectively beneath the blankets.

He stalked out of the room, locking it behind him as he moved to torment his seekers.

Jou was clutching at the pillow as though it would protect him from Myotismon, he shivered and nestled into it, his brow furrowed as he thought about what Myotismon said, his logical side telling him that they were lies, but the other part of whispered that he was telling the truth.

Why didn't Yamato stand up for him?

Why didn't Yamato admit it even after Myotismon knew?

Why didn't Yamato hold him when he was frightened beneath Myotismon's cape?

Why did Yamato shove him away after that was torn away?

Too many whys spun in his head and he clutched tighter at the pillow, mentally kicking himself as tears heated his eyes and seeped out from under his dark lashes to be absorbed into the pillow. He felt his pants curling uncomfortably around his calves and he tucked them in closer, feeling his shoulders tensing slightly beneath his jacket.

Why didn't Yamato love him...?

~*~*~*~

Oh, what fun to torment little Angels and little boys! I cannot help my silent glee as wave after wave of my servants attack, not with intent to kill, but intent to frighten. The Bakemon are having a ball throwing things at them, laughing as MagnaAngemon is made to block them all from coming in contact with his charge. Delicious. And my plan is working spectacularly, he is already being slowed down by his efforts and his energy is quickly waning.

Such is the existence of a creature who is dependent on artificial Digivolving. He won't even be able to hold this form for long. And if I'm lucky, I'll send him bao a o a Digiegg. Oh, that thought sends tingles throughout me. He would be so easy to destroy that way. But then my fun will be gone... better to destroy him when he can defend himself properly.

That thought comforts me as I travel back to the room I left Kido in, curious as to whether he has tried to escape yet. I enter, after passing a few of my workers, all hailing me silently as I go, on their way to distract the Holy Digimon from finding me. He is still curled beneath the blankets, holding onto that pillow as if it will protect him from me.

I look down at him, this little man, his hair falling in broken strands over his face, the pale skin standing out starkly. I can see why Ishida would desire him, he's actually very pretty, a great distance from the awkward boy he was when I first discovered him. A shi fro from beneath his left sleeve catches my eye and gently pull the fabric back, looking at a small charm bracelet interwoven with the characters I had seen in the Human World, I have a suspicion it most likely bears the name of Ishida.

"Nnnn... Yama-kun..." He whimpers in his sleep.

I snort softly and shake my head, wondering how he can still desire that boy when he gets little in return. He reminds me of my Devimon, though... helpless and alone...

I walk over to the other side of the room and shut my eyes, I both hate and love remembering them... it hurts so much when I realize they can't come back to me, but I feel... warm when I remember the love they showed me.

~****~

The day I met my Devimon, I was newly Digivolved, but I immensely enjoyed watching the ones who had tormented me so much in my weaker stages. My first instinct when I heard the furious growls of a Digimon fight, was to ignore it. But I went there, smelling blood in the air. It was a Leomon furiously pummeling Devimon. I could tell that the black Digimon must have been newer than I, for he seemed terribly confused by how to attack.

"Oh, Leomon..." I purred, laughing silently as he pulled away, fear in his eyes at seeing me, quick to be replaced by anger. "Attacking a weaker mon? How brutish."

The Devimon just stared up at me, wonder and fear in his eyes, wondering why I, of all other Digimon, would come to save him. Ha, he always was such a romantic. He intrigued me, reminding me of myself I suppose, as he struggled to rise, glaring at Leomon and alternately glancing at me. He was beautiful then... his eyes hidden beneath his mask, his body all muscle and bone, slick with his own blood.

I knew that the Leomon would not charge me, but his pride forbid him from running. And how he JUMPED when I turned to face him, my Crimson Lightning attack curling like whips around him and flinging him far from me, across the miniscule island that I had wandered to.

"Why did you save me?" He asked, watching me with his head slightly tilted downwards. He was taller than I... my beautiful Devimon.

"Boredom." Oh, how I regret that answer now, watching his fragile vision of a hero breaking as he realized I was just a mon with nothing better to do.

"I will not be in your debt. What do you want?" His voice, low and dangerous... I think that is what hailed me to advance upon him, not touching, but close enough that I could feel his infernal heat and smell the rich scent of his blood as it clung to him.

"I want you." Before he could even comprehend my words I was above him, my hands locked to his forearms and pinning them to the ground beneath him.

He struggled, as all good Digimon should, but to no avail. I was intrigued with him, the way he manipulated his body, trying vainly to buck me off im. im. When I kissed him, he bit my tongue, thinking that I would pull away. How could he have know that the taste of my own blood would set me into such a lustful blood craze?

He discovered that quite quickly when my silence became growls and groans, my mouth slanting across his own to lick at the edge of his mask.

"I want it OFF!" I released his hands for but a moment before I pulled the thing away, gasping at the marvel of his eyes... I had never and have never seen again such beautiful eyes.

They sparked at me, silver and purple. I would have thought him blind if I didn't know he could see me... his pupils were reminiscent of... a Human World Cat. Slanted upwards and not black, as my own were... they were a dark and shimmering violet, the surrounding iris a silver-white, the edges only barely perceptible by a thin pale lavender ring.

And oh, how he took advantage of my distraction, striking me across my cheek and toppling me over. I have no doubt that those beautiful eyes are a last resort when faced with an enemy such as myself. He didn't get far, trying to rise, not to run, but to WIN. He yelped when I yanked him down by the ankle, mounting and pinning him again. I had a dark bruise on my cheek, I knew it then and my lip had torn on my fang.

He knew he couldn't defeat me when I kissed him again and I felt him surrender. The way he went limp beneath my touch... I didn't like it. I never will. I let him go then... but he wouldn't leave me, whispering about his debt. I told him it was paid, but he still denied me leave of him, and that's when I claimed him as my dark lover, if not in body... then in spirit as I drank from him, burning my mark into his throat with my fangs, his arms wrapped around me as tightly as I could ever wish to be.

I knew he would be loyal to me as I fed, and I wanted him, feeling his fire growing back, moaning softly as he arched, offering me his life and his soul. Both I took willingly... I... taught him after that night... showing him that his powers were only limited by himself...

Perhaps... if I had let Leomon defeat him that day... he never would have claimed File Island... He never would have met those children... or maybe... if I had only brought him with me to the Server Continent...

~****~

I open my eyes and see Kido, stilrledrled on the bed, sleeping lightly, even as I hear Ishida and MangaAngemon coming ever closer. I still have time... Savor the moment. Like my Piedmon... my master.

~****~

My Devimon was dead. Gone, deleted. I knew he wasn't coming back... not without thousands of cycles of waiting... It was when I was deep in my despair that Piedmon found me, his eyes always upon me, I... never paying attention. I obeyed his orders, I didn't give him a reason to single me out. I was a perfect subordinate to him. I saw the others constantly rivaling each other for his attentions. Puppetmon, Lady... LadyDevimon... I hated that mon.

The one who dared to bear my dead love's namesake. But I tolerated her, staying in the shadows, where no notice would be called to me. Their small squabbles were amusing, these Dark Master's and their slaves all making quips and jabs at each other. Not h.. h.. he did not mock, nor did he allow anyone to mock him. I was still in the shadows, quiet and still during one of their... 'meetings'. Those gatherings were always loud, those below my rank, even Gatomon, becoming abused at the hands of drunk mon. One even went so far as to do so to me, before my Master called me by name.

I was terrified for a moment, careful not to let it show on my face. I walked to the side of his chair and he rose, leading me out, the silence behind us as they watched him leave with me soon broken by obnoxious cheers and calls. He stopped me a little length down the hall, just far away enough so the cries of the room wouldn't bother me as much.

"I do not approve of such behavior from them." He mused, his hands straightening the uniform that Puppetmon's hands had wrinkled and set out of place. "But as leader... you must give your underlings liberties... should you wish to keep them."

"Sir?" Thinking now... oiceoice was soft and unsure... I deserved the inquisitive and curious look he gave me.

"Such behavior is unacceptable to me..." He said, his eyes looking into mine and I could feel myself shrinking just slightly back from him. Devimon looked at me that way.

I shivered when he brushed my cheek and this was familiar to me. I'd heard stories about how certain Digimon mated... Myotismon like me thrive on trust, sex, and blood. I must have total trust in my mates that they will be with me, and they must trust in me before we are mates. Then they must trust me with their blood, receiving little in return for it but my love and the pleasure I can give them.

I knew Devimon needed security. They need to feel their mate is strong enough to protect them, and I gave him that... but I learned that Piedmon are tricky to please. All you needed to be a Devimon's mate was strength, but to be a Piedmon's... you needed much more. I found out one of them when he kissed me, my natural instincts refusing to become submissive to anyone, even my master.

When my tongue pushed back against his in an attempt to take control, he pulled away, observing me.

"Not at all what you seem." He murmured, running a smoothly gloved thumb over my lip. I kept my eyes on his as I flicked my tongue out, and tilted my head, playfully nipping at the digit in my mouth.

He laughed softly when I did that, and he pulled his hand away, kissing me again and running his hand down my chest.

"You've had a mate," he whispered into my mouth, my shiver his answer. "Who?"

"Devimon..." I whispered, not one bit of regret in my voice, I was proud of him, I would never be ashamed of having him for a lover.

"Excellent choice... so you were the one that made him so much stronger. I never knew it was you he was smitten with."

"Sir?" He puzzled me with his knowledge... had he known about the children?

He simply shook his head and walked toward his rooms, a flick of his hand and I was behind him, walking like a good mon once more. His body was leanly muscled, and I watched in fascination as the light shifted over him as he walked. I saw his hair, standing as tall as he when he arched his shoulders in pride, and I wanted to see it down... spilling around his shoulders and down his back in a silken mass...

I gasped when he turned, his hands on my shoulders and pressing me against his door, just looking down at me. I can recall exactly what I felt when he kissed me then, not a gentle, learning kiss, but one that was hard and full of fire. He was testing me, seeing how hard he could push before I would concede to him and I struggled, kissing back harder, biting at his lips and groaning when he pressed his hips against mine.

I think he knew someone was coming when he opened the doors and shut them just as quickly and we tumbled onto the bed. I refused to become pinned beneath him, hearinm lam laughing as he moved to catch me, his playfulness making me want to laugh, though I stubbornly refused to. We tussled and wrestled each other out of our clothes, his face handsome beneath his mask, masculine despite the coloring of his markings.

I had him beside me within a long moment of time, he wasn't letting me win, just letting me know that he was willing to have me on equal terms with him. I wanted him then, and he knew He lHe let me kiss him and bite him, suckle him and claw him. His soft moans had the same effect as Devimon's had, making the blood rush to everywhere but my brain, making me lightheaded and dizzy. He was beautiful.

~****~

I didn't have to be careful with him. Didn't have to watch how much pressure I could put on him before I started HURTING him... He encouraged me to try. Gently whispering that how could I get stronger if I held back. He let me take him, and I remember my collapsing against him after our first time, panting and being wrapped in his arms, my back pressed securely against his chest.

His hand snaked down between my legs, cupping my spent length, not stroking, just holding it. His breath against my ear tickled, but his words made me tremble and bound me to him.

"You are my mate now. No other may have you. Should I be deleted, the only one I give you to is the new forms of myself or your Devimon. Mine and his. No others, This that I hold is mine and it will enter no others. Do you understand?"

I'd whispered yes, knowing that he would bind himself to the same vow. And the fact that he had whispered Devimon's name told me he himself had had a mate before me, but it was not my place to inquire who it was.

I hurt again, wanting them back, but stuck in an endless and eternal cycle waiting for them to be brought back to me. The small voice in the back of my head always whispers that maybe they took another path of Digivolution, but I know that that isn't true... they would take the same path or they wouldn't be MY Piedmon and MY Devimon.

"Ya... Yamato..." I glance up at Kido, his brow creased as he begins to wake up.

I simply watch him, my eyes locked to the sleeping face. He keeps whispering his lovers name, as if expecting to wake in his arms. A lover who is still coming, fear and worry finally driving him to call for him. Pitiful. They should be here soon and I will send Kido away with his lover, to the digimon I know are waiting outside the castle, bound by their words not to come inside.

Faithful things... bound inexplicably to their human counterparts.

"JOU!!!"

I look up lazily as Ishida throws himself against the door, hammering at it with fists and feet. Fool. Hasn't learned yet that my castle is less strength than skill. The Magna breaks it though, covered in sweat and panting horribly, his energy fluctuating rapidly.

"Yama-!"

Kido is awake now, frightened and unwilling to move as per my orders. Smart boy. I wave my hand once more, my spell wrapping around Kido and Ishida, both of them being sent outside to their waiting Rookies.

"What did you do with them?!" The Holy one roars at me, his sword wavering as he struggles to hold onto his last threads of power.

"Sent them back to where they should be." I answer, moving and tearing his sword away, throwing the weapon out into the corridors. "But you are staying here, murderer."

He is truly a shame to see, so completely dependent on a Digivice that he can't fight me for more than two minutes before falling back into his Patamon body. I snort as I look at him, the brown fur glistening and wet with his efforts. He struggles to rise up onto the short, sturdy legs that once served me so well.

"You..." He growls up at me, trying his damnedest to look fearsome or even slightly scary.

I smirk and pick him up by the ears... I know it must hurt quite a lot from experience. He struggles to hit, claw, bite at me and I just laugh, tossing him onto the bed that Kido so recently vacated.

&;You;You'll pay..."

"For WHAT?!" He cries, using every bit of his strength to try and stand.

Is it really so inconceivable to think that I could come from a Patamon? A breed that strains itself to it's limits just to survive?

"As I said before; you took the ones I loved most. And I will have my compensation."
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