Broken Boundaries
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Digimon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,920
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Broken Boundaries
Broken Boundaries
By: Demon Star
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): BlackWarGreymon/Flamedramon
Warnings: Lemon, Yaoi.
Genre: Romance/Light Humor/General
ADULT CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit Yaoi (Male on Male relations) not suitable for readers under the age of 18. I will NOT be held responsible for any violations this story may inflict upon other readers, whether it is personal or legal.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
Note: This story takes place right after the last episode of season 2, but before the epilogue.
Digimon is a copyright of Bandai, all rights reserved.
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Pain spread through his legs with each passing step, agony shooting through him like a series of wildfires. How long had he been walking? He felt as if he had been lost out here for an eternity.
Damn you, Davis, he thought bitterly. He vowed this was the last time he would ever fall for another one of his so-called \"Practical Jokes\". This was practical? He was tired, thirsty, and he was about to collapse. The blue dragon felt as if he was going to die, he had been walking for what seemed like days.
Davis always had a habit of doing this to him. This time his \'joke\' was based on a fictional story that some lone digimon was in trouble on the opposite side of the forest.
It had puzzled him at first how Davis could know such a thing, especially if it was taking place miles away from camp. But if Davis were some how correct, it would be ignorant of him not to investigate. Oh well, it was his own fault for falling for such a thing yet again.
He sighed, making his entire body tingle very painfully. He hadn\'t eaten or had a drink in what seemed-to-be days. All the berries in this forest were poisonous, and he\'d be damned sure that he was going to die before resulting to such a level as to eat them. He also hadn\'t seen any type of water supply anywhere, which was odd for a forest. He was beginning to think that he wouldn\'t come out of this \'prank\' alive, but if he did get back, he was going to hurt Davis, if he got back that is.
He winced when his super sensitive ears picked up a sound that seemed to resemble a splash. But... where there was a splash, there was usually... water! Flamedramon tried desperately to pick up on the direction from where the sound had originated, but he couldn\'t exactly pinpoint it.
His body protested loudly with the sudden movements, instantly using what little preserved energy he had left. His eyes began to blur, and his legs seemed unable to hold his own weight any longer. He fell to his knees crouching forward, all his muscles reacting painfully to the sudden change in his posture. Everything was going dark, and he found it difficult to stay awake. He began to feel light head, his world becoming unstill, as if there was a present earthquake. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a tall dark figure looming over him.
Darkness... so cold... my body feels numb and I’m tingling everywhere... I feel so alone... Can’t open eyes... what was going on? Where...? Hard to breath... so empty... why can’t I open my eyes...? Sleep... need to sleep... Davis...
His thoughts wandered aimlessly through his mind until he lost all conscious thought.
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The dark blue dragon groaned and he reached up to rub his throbbing head. His body ached and his stomach felt as if it were going to cave in it was so empty. Where was he? What happened? He stopped trying to think about things for it only made the pressure like pain in his head throb even more. He felt like crap.
When he tried to sit up his back protested by cramping, throwing him back to the ground with a muted thud. He noticed a peaceful, soothing warmth, accompanied by an inviting, yellowish glow. He forced his eyes to open and tilt his head to find himself only a few feet from a friendly fire. The heat felt good against his tense muscles, making him sigh from the relaxation the fire provided.
\"Well it\'s about time, I was beginning to think you were dead,\" a low, and yet somehow familiar voice growled. A tall shadow cast it self over him while also blocking the warmth the fire provided, sending a chill up the dragons spin. He couldn\'t make out whom it was, his eyes were to weak to make out the image entirely, but he knew that voice from somewhere.
\"Who...?\" Flamedramon’s voice was croaky.
\"What, don\'t recognize me?\" there was an annoyed tone in the figures voice.
\"I can barley see you, who are you?\" He could barley make out what he had just said himself.
\"I\'ll give you a hint, I look like one of your friends\"
Like one of his friends... Wait.... No... It couldn\'t be... \"Bla...Wa...Grymo?\" his voice had begun to get weaker the more he spoke.
The virus digimon groaned, “Close enough\" stretching out an arm.
The blue dragon had to gather most of his strength to lift his arm, but he some how managed to. When he sat up there was, something made multiple thuds against the ground. He found himself in front of a small pile of fruit.
\"Eat,\" BlackWarGreymon, stated simply before sitting down next the red armored digimon.
Flamedramon stared down skeptically at the food before him, then turned his head to the mon sitting next to him, then back to the food. This was a turn of events...
He rose a blonde eyebrow, “It’s not poisoned,” he grunted in humorously.
Flamedramon picked up a select fruit, and bit into it. The taste ran over his tongue like a waterfall, his mouth seemed as if it was celebrating in delight. He swallowed and his stomach growled in satisfaction, before his moved on to the second fruit.
\"Why are you helping me?\" he asked the follow dragon just as confused as ever, taking another bite into a piece of fruit.
It took the dark skinned digimon a few moments to reply before finally stating: \"Is that a complaint?” his voice was low, almost like a whisper.
The tone of the others voice confused him, “No...\" Flamedramon gazed at BlackWarGreymon suspiciously, taking another bite into a piece of fruit.
\"So...\" The red armored digimon spoke cautiously, \"How\'d you back?\"
He snorted, as if he thought it was a stupid question “Guess someone somewhere just likes me,\" there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
He hesitated a moment before asking, \"Did you... You ever find what you were looking for?\" Flamedramon almost regretted asking the question. He expected the mon to be somewhat disturbed or angry by what he guessed would be a personal matter, but he received no reaction of that manner.
The blonde mon just stared at him, a confused look radiating off his eyes, then gazed at him strangely, as if he were reading his mind. \"Why do you want to know?\" BlackWarGreymon asked, not trusting the other dragon. Flamedramon just stare into his eyes, memorized by the beauty of them. They shone with an aggressive, yet all the while gentle brightness. The fire made them look as if they were dancing... He shook his head and looked away uncomfortably.
\"Erm, uh, no reason...\" He muttered softly, staring down where a pile of fruit had once lain. The moon had given the area around them a peaceful aura, the scenery blending in perfectly with the warm glow of the fire.
“I’m sure,” BlackWarGreymon grunted disbelievingly.
Why had I wanted to know, he asked himself over and over in his head. There was a long awkward moment of silence after that, the soundless evening echoing into the night as the fire died down slowly before finally extinguishing itself. He was cold, but he didn’t think about it, he was too tired to think about anything right now.
I guess I had just wanted to start a conversation, he finally concluded mentally.
Exhaustion was beginning to take hold of Flamedramon and his eyes felt extremely heavy, and his body still ached, a lot. He lay himself down, his head resting near BlackWarGreymon’s leg. It wasn’t very comfortable lying on the ground, but he was too tired to really care. Sleep had almost been in his grasp before it slipped through his fingers when he felt BlackWarGreymon tug at him arm.
He felt himself lifted into the air and then he felt something hard press up against his back, as well as two arms wraps around him. He opened his eyes to find that he was sitting in BlackWarGreymon’s lap, pressed up against his armor with stronger digimon’s arms wrapped around him in an inescapable vice-grip. It wasn’t a harsh embrace; it was more along the lines of a comforting one.
“Uh... What are you do-” he was cut off by the other powerful voice.
“Shut up,” the golden haired man growled in the back of his throat, “It’s going to be cold soon an I’m sure that we both want to stay warm.” That was the end of the conversation.
Well, he couldn’t really argue with that, because it was true. But the REAL reason he decided not to argue with the mega-level was because he was afraid too. His armor wasn’t the most comfortable place in both worlds, but it was better than the cold earth, it was that just it felt a little... well... awkward... A least it had been at first, but the more he though about it, then more he came to enjoy the embrace, allowing him to relax, to the point of slumber.
BlackWarGreymon opened his eyes and stared down at the smaller figure in his arms and tried to organize all the thoughts that were swirling around in his head. Why had he the champion digimon before him asked if ‘He had found what he was looking for”? It was a real enigma to him. He didn’t think the mon meant any harm, I doubt he’d try to either way, he was sure the other dragon knew that he wouldn’t stand a chance against him. So then why had he asked?
Another thing that bothered him was the fact that he had had such a strong urge to hold the blue dragon. It all was so puzzling to the ebony skinned digimon, and it made his head throb.
Every time he thought he had found the solution to a problem, the answer would slip through his fingers like grains of sand on a beach. It was bothersome and annoying all the same.
He felt something towards the smaller dragon; he just wasn’t sure what it was. He didn’t even know you could feel anything without a heart, but he obviously did have some sort emotion directed towards, Flamedramon it’s just that it was an unfamiliar feeling...
He decided it was best not to dwell on it tonight... it was late... and he was exhausted for some reason... he just needed to sleep now... yeah... sleep sounded like a good idea...
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When Flamedramon awoke he found himself in an awkward situation. He found that BlackWarGreymon was on his with his chest press against his own, and that their faces were merely inches away from one another. It was disturbing, but in a strange way, very comfortable.
He shook his head violently to snap himself back to reality. He wanted desperately to move out of the predicament, but BlackWarGreymon’s grasp on him had not loosened very much.
But he had to admit; it was very comfortable, even with his armor on. He could get used to this... He lay his head down of the mon’s muscular shoulder, and his entire body vibrated as he snored. He didn’t snore very loudly, just loud enough for it to be noticeable.
Smooth, golden locks of hair were sprouting from the back of his helmet sloppily, giving him that distinct look of peace and beauty.
He didn’t understand his thoughts, for these kinds of emotions were a new mystery to him. All he knew right now was that he was enjoying the strong embrace that the humanoid-dragon’s arms provided. They made him feel safe, secure, and protected. He had never felt so good in his life, which was strange because he had really only known BlackWarGreymon, the real BlackWarGreymon, for less than twenty-four hours.
He also couldn’t figure out why he was trying to get so comfortable again, it was a hopeless struggle to try and fall asleep again, so why was he bothering? Maybe he just didn’t want this moment to end.
BlackWarGreymon moaned loudly, awaking Flamedramon from his thoughts. The mon groaned and rolled over, crushing the smaller digimon with his entire weight.
Ok, scratch that; he was hoping this moment would end! Good god! How much did this guy weigh? Four-hundred, maybe five-hundred pounds?! He was more than sure if he didn’t have his armor on, he would have been instantly crushed the moment BlackWarGreymon rolled on top of him.
“Wake... Up...!” he managed to croak in a tone that was so soft that it couldn’t even be described as a whisper. He tried struggling, praying that the movements of his body would wake the giant creature, but alas he had no such luck.
He gathered as much air his crushed lungs could bare to hold and repeated his actions, forcing himself to louder, “Wake! Up!” The mega didn’t so much as twitch.
OK, he had had enough of this. It was time to resort to drastic measures. He had managed to loosen an arm from the mons vice grip. He put a fist right up against BlackWarGreymon’s helmet, “Wake up, or else!” The brown skinned digimon didn’t even stir.
So be it. “Fire rocket!” he unleashed a series of fire balls crashing onto his head armor until it glowed a light shade of red; darker than pink, but lighter than red.
His eyes shot open in a panic and he jolted upward, throwing Flamedramon down to the ground painfully. He threw off his helmet and clasped his scorched face, howling in agony.
Flamedramon couldn’t help it; he began laughing hysterically, rolling all over the ground and tearing at the eyes. That was a decision that he would live to regret.
The WarGreymon look alike eyed the blue one, staring at him as if he were no more than an insect waiting to be stomped on. He lunged at his fellow dragon, smashing his fist against his attackers chin, making him go flying through the air until his head slammed into a nearby tree.
“Ouch,” Flamedramon muttered painfully, rubbing his chin. He was caught completely off guard when he was clasped by the throat in another one of BlackWarGreymon’s bone crushing vice grips.
“What the hell is your problem?!” he roared vigorously.
Flamedramon simply closed his eyes and stated, “You wouldn’t get off.”
“What? That’s why you tried to burn my face off?!”
Flamedramon just grinned humorously, “Yup.” He held back the urge to laugh.
BlackWarGreymon released his throat and just stood there dumbfounded. “Hey, all this could have been avoided if you would have just woken up. None of this was my fault... really...” The champion nodded a matter-of-factly.
Then, the last thing he had expected to happen did. He felt the other mon’s lips slam down onto his painfully, and also gripping his wrists, pinning him down against the tree.
Flamedramon was to shocked at first to realize what was happening, he had been speaking, then in the next instant his is against a tree with BlackWarGreymon practically begging for entrance into his mouth. He didn’t have the strength nor the will power to try to get him off, because in all honestly, he wanted this, now.
He gladly granted him entrance, moaning when he felt his tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch and crevasse his mouth held. He didn’t know why he was hungering for this, or what had brought BlackWarGreymon to come on to him, but frankly, he didn’t care. All he wanted was this golden hair wonder, and he didn’t want to wait, not any more anyway.
(POV s w i t c h: 1st person- Flamedramon)
The ebony mon released my wrists and reached up to pull off my helmet, breaking our kiss only briefly, before reclaiming my lips. I could feel my erection starting to reveal itself, and I could only tell that turned him on even more. He gripped the back of my head, pushing my lips harder on to his. He reached down and wrapped his other hand around my length and started to stroke it slowly.
I was in heaven; he was just so damn good at this. I reached up to his shoulders and unclipped his chest and back plate armor. His back plate fell to the ground behind his feet, but his chest plate landed alarmingly close to our feet, almost crushing them. He just kicked it aside effortlessly.
We were both almost completely in nude, aside from his pants and my arm and leg armor. He hooked arms up under mine; pulling the two of us closer together, sweat sticking us together like glue. I reached down and pulled his torn up shorts down, letting him kick them the rest of the way down.
He pressed his crotch hard against mine and I couldn’t help but moan. I could tell that his was a lot bigger than mine, and I really wanted to touch it, but I couldn’t cause of his arms being under mine. But more than that, I wanted it inside me, and I couldn’t wait for it.
“I want you inside me...” I hiss into his ear, breaking our kiss. He growled in ecstasy, and turned us around so that he was the one up against the tree. He turned me around so that I was against his back and sitting in his lap.
He lifted me up with no effort at all and I felt him shove a finger inside me painfully. It had hurt. A Lot. It took me by surprise and I couldn’t hold pain a yelp in pain.
“Sorry,” It was hard to tell if he had meant it or just wanted me to shut up, but I think he meant it and just wasn’t used to using the term ‘Sorry’. He slowly removed his finger and replaced it with two, then three digits. Good lord hurt, but it hurt so good! I could tell he was trying to be as gentle as he could; he just wasn’t to having to be.
After he thought I was as stretched as I could be, he removed his fingers and moaned tauntingly in my ear, “You sure you want this?” was that concern I sensed in his voice?
“Fuck me damn you!” I had had enough of his torture. I felt the head of his cock press up against my entrance, as he slowly pushed his way inside me. God he was huge! It felt so good; there was practically no pain anymore.
He couldn’t fit inside me all the way, but I didn’t care. The feeling of his crotch rubbing up against the bowl of my insides was so bliss. I loved the way he didn’t pound me and stroked me from the inside.
“Mmm,” he moaned in my ear, “You’re soo tight!” he growled when he thrust himself back inside me. I couldn’t keep myself for moaning his name over and over again. IT felt so good. He fit inside me so perfectly like he was filling me completely.
I could feel my orgasm drawing dangerously close, I could also tell he was close, he kept tensing up inside me.
He started to move faster and gripped my already bruised hips harder. Now he started to pound into me, “I’m cumming” he whispered. I felt my orgasm come crashing down and my cum burst out of me and onto the ground and his legs. With all that I heard him roar in pleasure and felt him fill me. God... that had been so amazing...
I couldn’t help it, and collapsed backwards and fell into slumber...
(POV s w i t c h- 1st person- BlackWarGreymon)
I held the sleeping figure in my arms, gazing at the sheer beauty of the dragon. I had finally learned, I do have a heart.
FIN
By: Demon Star
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): BlackWarGreymon/Flamedramon
Warnings: Lemon, Yaoi.
Genre: Romance/Light Humor/General
ADULT CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit Yaoi (Male on Male relations) not suitable for readers under the age of 18. I will NOT be held responsible for any violations this story may inflict upon other readers, whether it is personal or legal.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
Note: This story takes place right after the last episode of season 2, but before the epilogue.
Digimon is a copyright of Bandai, all rights reserved.
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Pain spread through his legs with each passing step, agony shooting through him like a series of wildfires. How long had he been walking? He felt as if he had been lost out here for an eternity.
Damn you, Davis, he thought bitterly. He vowed this was the last time he would ever fall for another one of his so-called \"Practical Jokes\". This was practical? He was tired, thirsty, and he was about to collapse. The blue dragon felt as if he was going to die, he had been walking for what seemed like days.
Davis always had a habit of doing this to him. This time his \'joke\' was based on a fictional story that some lone digimon was in trouble on the opposite side of the forest.
It had puzzled him at first how Davis could know such a thing, especially if it was taking place miles away from camp. But if Davis were some how correct, it would be ignorant of him not to investigate. Oh well, it was his own fault for falling for such a thing yet again.
He sighed, making his entire body tingle very painfully. He hadn\'t eaten or had a drink in what seemed-to-be days. All the berries in this forest were poisonous, and he\'d be damned sure that he was going to die before resulting to such a level as to eat them. He also hadn\'t seen any type of water supply anywhere, which was odd for a forest. He was beginning to think that he wouldn\'t come out of this \'prank\' alive, but if he did get back, he was going to hurt Davis, if he got back that is.
He winced when his super sensitive ears picked up a sound that seemed to resemble a splash. But... where there was a splash, there was usually... water! Flamedramon tried desperately to pick up on the direction from where the sound had originated, but he couldn\'t exactly pinpoint it.
His body protested loudly with the sudden movements, instantly using what little preserved energy he had left. His eyes began to blur, and his legs seemed unable to hold his own weight any longer. He fell to his knees crouching forward, all his muscles reacting painfully to the sudden change in his posture. Everything was going dark, and he found it difficult to stay awake. He began to feel light head, his world becoming unstill, as if there was a present earthquake. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a tall dark figure looming over him.
Darkness... so cold... my body feels numb and I’m tingling everywhere... I feel so alone... Can’t open eyes... what was going on? Where...? Hard to breath... so empty... why can’t I open my eyes...? Sleep... need to sleep... Davis...
His thoughts wandered aimlessly through his mind until he lost all conscious thought.
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The dark blue dragon groaned and he reached up to rub his throbbing head. His body ached and his stomach felt as if it were going to cave in it was so empty. Where was he? What happened? He stopped trying to think about things for it only made the pressure like pain in his head throb even more. He felt like crap.
When he tried to sit up his back protested by cramping, throwing him back to the ground with a muted thud. He noticed a peaceful, soothing warmth, accompanied by an inviting, yellowish glow. He forced his eyes to open and tilt his head to find himself only a few feet from a friendly fire. The heat felt good against his tense muscles, making him sigh from the relaxation the fire provided.
\"Well it\'s about time, I was beginning to think you were dead,\" a low, and yet somehow familiar voice growled. A tall shadow cast it self over him while also blocking the warmth the fire provided, sending a chill up the dragons spin. He couldn\'t make out whom it was, his eyes were to weak to make out the image entirely, but he knew that voice from somewhere.
\"Who...?\" Flamedramon’s voice was croaky.
\"What, don\'t recognize me?\" there was an annoyed tone in the figures voice.
\"I can barley see you, who are you?\" He could barley make out what he had just said himself.
\"I\'ll give you a hint, I look like one of your friends\"
Like one of his friends... Wait.... No... It couldn\'t be... \"Bla...Wa...Grymo?\" his voice had begun to get weaker the more he spoke.
The virus digimon groaned, “Close enough\" stretching out an arm.
The blue dragon had to gather most of his strength to lift his arm, but he some how managed to. When he sat up there was, something made multiple thuds against the ground. He found himself in front of a small pile of fruit.
\"Eat,\" BlackWarGreymon, stated simply before sitting down next the red armored digimon.
Flamedramon stared down skeptically at the food before him, then turned his head to the mon sitting next to him, then back to the food. This was a turn of events...
He rose a blonde eyebrow, “It’s not poisoned,” he grunted in humorously.
Flamedramon picked up a select fruit, and bit into it. The taste ran over his tongue like a waterfall, his mouth seemed as if it was celebrating in delight. He swallowed and his stomach growled in satisfaction, before his moved on to the second fruit.
\"Why are you helping me?\" he asked the follow dragon just as confused as ever, taking another bite into a piece of fruit.
It took the dark skinned digimon a few moments to reply before finally stating: \"Is that a complaint?” his voice was low, almost like a whisper.
The tone of the others voice confused him, “No...\" Flamedramon gazed at BlackWarGreymon suspiciously, taking another bite into a piece of fruit.
\"So...\" The red armored digimon spoke cautiously, \"How\'d you back?\"
He snorted, as if he thought it was a stupid question “Guess someone somewhere just likes me,\" there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
He hesitated a moment before asking, \"Did you... You ever find what you were looking for?\" Flamedramon almost regretted asking the question. He expected the mon to be somewhat disturbed or angry by what he guessed would be a personal matter, but he received no reaction of that manner.
The blonde mon just stared at him, a confused look radiating off his eyes, then gazed at him strangely, as if he were reading his mind. \"Why do you want to know?\" BlackWarGreymon asked, not trusting the other dragon. Flamedramon just stare into his eyes, memorized by the beauty of them. They shone with an aggressive, yet all the while gentle brightness. The fire made them look as if they were dancing... He shook his head and looked away uncomfortably.
\"Erm, uh, no reason...\" He muttered softly, staring down where a pile of fruit had once lain. The moon had given the area around them a peaceful aura, the scenery blending in perfectly with the warm glow of the fire.
“I’m sure,” BlackWarGreymon grunted disbelievingly.
Why had I wanted to know, he asked himself over and over in his head. There was a long awkward moment of silence after that, the soundless evening echoing into the night as the fire died down slowly before finally extinguishing itself. He was cold, but he didn’t think about it, he was too tired to think about anything right now.
I guess I had just wanted to start a conversation, he finally concluded mentally.
Exhaustion was beginning to take hold of Flamedramon and his eyes felt extremely heavy, and his body still ached, a lot. He lay himself down, his head resting near BlackWarGreymon’s leg. It wasn’t very comfortable lying on the ground, but he was too tired to really care. Sleep had almost been in his grasp before it slipped through his fingers when he felt BlackWarGreymon tug at him arm.
He felt himself lifted into the air and then he felt something hard press up against his back, as well as two arms wraps around him. He opened his eyes to find that he was sitting in BlackWarGreymon’s lap, pressed up against his armor with stronger digimon’s arms wrapped around him in an inescapable vice-grip. It wasn’t a harsh embrace; it was more along the lines of a comforting one.
“Uh... What are you do-” he was cut off by the other powerful voice.
“Shut up,” the golden haired man growled in the back of his throat, “It’s going to be cold soon an I’m sure that we both want to stay warm.” That was the end of the conversation.
Well, he couldn’t really argue with that, because it was true. But the REAL reason he decided not to argue with the mega-level was because he was afraid too. His armor wasn’t the most comfortable place in both worlds, but it was better than the cold earth, it was that just it felt a little... well... awkward... A least it had been at first, but the more he though about it, then more he came to enjoy the embrace, allowing him to relax, to the point of slumber.
BlackWarGreymon opened his eyes and stared down at the smaller figure in his arms and tried to organize all the thoughts that were swirling around in his head. Why had he the champion digimon before him asked if ‘He had found what he was looking for”? It was a real enigma to him. He didn’t think the mon meant any harm, I doubt he’d try to either way, he was sure the other dragon knew that he wouldn’t stand a chance against him. So then why had he asked?
Another thing that bothered him was the fact that he had had such a strong urge to hold the blue dragon. It all was so puzzling to the ebony skinned digimon, and it made his head throb.
Every time he thought he had found the solution to a problem, the answer would slip through his fingers like grains of sand on a beach. It was bothersome and annoying all the same.
He felt something towards the smaller dragon; he just wasn’t sure what it was. He didn’t even know you could feel anything without a heart, but he obviously did have some sort emotion directed towards, Flamedramon it’s just that it was an unfamiliar feeling...
He decided it was best not to dwell on it tonight... it was late... and he was exhausted for some reason... he just needed to sleep now... yeah... sleep sounded like a good idea...
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When Flamedramon awoke he found himself in an awkward situation. He found that BlackWarGreymon was on his with his chest press against his own, and that their faces were merely inches away from one another. It was disturbing, but in a strange way, very comfortable.
He shook his head violently to snap himself back to reality. He wanted desperately to move out of the predicament, but BlackWarGreymon’s grasp on him had not loosened very much.
But he had to admit; it was very comfortable, even with his armor on. He could get used to this... He lay his head down of the mon’s muscular shoulder, and his entire body vibrated as he snored. He didn’t snore very loudly, just loud enough for it to be noticeable.
Smooth, golden locks of hair were sprouting from the back of his helmet sloppily, giving him that distinct look of peace and beauty.
He didn’t understand his thoughts, for these kinds of emotions were a new mystery to him. All he knew right now was that he was enjoying the strong embrace that the humanoid-dragon’s arms provided. They made him feel safe, secure, and protected. He had never felt so good in his life, which was strange because he had really only known BlackWarGreymon, the real BlackWarGreymon, for less than twenty-four hours.
He also couldn’t figure out why he was trying to get so comfortable again, it was a hopeless struggle to try and fall asleep again, so why was he bothering? Maybe he just didn’t want this moment to end.
BlackWarGreymon moaned loudly, awaking Flamedramon from his thoughts. The mon groaned and rolled over, crushing the smaller digimon with his entire weight.
Ok, scratch that; he was hoping this moment would end! Good god! How much did this guy weigh? Four-hundred, maybe five-hundred pounds?! He was more than sure if he didn’t have his armor on, he would have been instantly crushed the moment BlackWarGreymon rolled on top of him.
“Wake... Up...!” he managed to croak in a tone that was so soft that it couldn’t even be described as a whisper. He tried struggling, praying that the movements of his body would wake the giant creature, but alas he had no such luck.
He gathered as much air his crushed lungs could bare to hold and repeated his actions, forcing himself to louder, “Wake! Up!” The mega didn’t so much as twitch.
OK, he had had enough of this. It was time to resort to drastic measures. He had managed to loosen an arm from the mons vice grip. He put a fist right up against BlackWarGreymon’s helmet, “Wake up, or else!” The brown skinned digimon didn’t even stir.
So be it. “Fire rocket!” he unleashed a series of fire balls crashing onto his head armor until it glowed a light shade of red; darker than pink, but lighter than red.
His eyes shot open in a panic and he jolted upward, throwing Flamedramon down to the ground painfully. He threw off his helmet and clasped his scorched face, howling in agony.
Flamedramon couldn’t help it; he began laughing hysterically, rolling all over the ground and tearing at the eyes. That was a decision that he would live to regret.
The WarGreymon look alike eyed the blue one, staring at him as if he were no more than an insect waiting to be stomped on. He lunged at his fellow dragon, smashing his fist against his attackers chin, making him go flying through the air until his head slammed into a nearby tree.
“Ouch,” Flamedramon muttered painfully, rubbing his chin. He was caught completely off guard when he was clasped by the throat in another one of BlackWarGreymon’s bone crushing vice grips.
“What the hell is your problem?!” he roared vigorously.
Flamedramon simply closed his eyes and stated, “You wouldn’t get off.”
“What? That’s why you tried to burn my face off?!”
Flamedramon just grinned humorously, “Yup.” He held back the urge to laugh.
BlackWarGreymon released his throat and just stood there dumbfounded. “Hey, all this could have been avoided if you would have just woken up. None of this was my fault... really...” The champion nodded a matter-of-factly.
Then, the last thing he had expected to happen did. He felt the other mon’s lips slam down onto his painfully, and also gripping his wrists, pinning him down against the tree.
Flamedramon was to shocked at first to realize what was happening, he had been speaking, then in the next instant his is against a tree with BlackWarGreymon practically begging for entrance into his mouth. He didn’t have the strength nor the will power to try to get him off, because in all honestly, he wanted this, now.
He gladly granted him entrance, moaning when he felt his tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch and crevasse his mouth held. He didn’t know why he was hungering for this, or what had brought BlackWarGreymon to come on to him, but frankly, he didn’t care. All he wanted was this golden hair wonder, and he didn’t want to wait, not any more anyway.
(POV s w i t c h: 1st person- Flamedramon)
The ebony mon released my wrists and reached up to pull off my helmet, breaking our kiss only briefly, before reclaiming my lips. I could feel my erection starting to reveal itself, and I could only tell that turned him on even more. He gripped the back of my head, pushing my lips harder on to his. He reached down and wrapped his other hand around my length and started to stroke it slowly.
I was in heaven; he was just so damn good at this. I reached up to his shoulders and unclipped his chest and back plate armor. His back plate fell to the ground behind his feet, but his chest plate landed alarmingly close to our feet, almost crushing them. He just kicked it aside effortlessly.
We were both almost completely in nude, aside from his pants and my arm and leg armor. He hooked arms up under mine; pulling the two of us closer together, sweat sticking us together like glue. I reached down and pulled his torn up shorts down, letting him kick them the rest of the way down.
He pressed his crotch hard against mine and I couldn’t help but moan. I could tell that his was a lot bigger than mine, and I really wanted to touch it, but I couldn’t cause of his arms being under mine. But more than that, I wanted it inside me, and I couldn’t wait for it.
“I want you inside me...” I hiss into his ear, breaking our kiss. He growled in ecstasy, and turned us around so that he was the one up against the tree. He turned me around so that I was against his back and sitting in his lap.
He lifted me up with no effort at all and I felt him shove a finger inside me painfully. It had hurt. A Lot. It took me by surprise and I couldn’t hold pain a yelp in pain.
“Sorry,” It was hard to tell if he had meant it or just wanted me to shut up, but I think he meant it and just wasn’t used to using the term ‘Sorry’. He slowly removed his finger and replaced it with two, then three digits. Good lord hurt, but it hurt so good! I could tell he was trying to be as gentle as he could; he just wasn’t to having to be.
After he thought I was as stretched as I could be, he removed his fingers and moaned tauntingly in my ear, “You sure you want this?” was that concern I sensed in his voice?
“Fuck me damn you!” I had had enough of his torture. I felt the head of his cock press up against my entrance, as he slowly pushed his way inside me. God he was huge! It felt so good; there was practically no pain anymore.
He couldn’t fit inside me all the way, but I didn’t care. The feeling of his crotch rubbing up against the bowl of my insides was so bliss. I loved the way he didn’t pound me and stroked me from the inside.
“Mmm,” he moaned in my ear, “You’re soo tight!” he growled when he thrust himself back inside me. I couldn’t keep myself for moaning his name over and over again. IT felt so good. He fit inside me so perfectly like he was filling me completely.
I could feel my orgasm drawing dangerously close, I could also tell he was close, he kept tensing up inside me.
He started to move faster and gripped my already bruised hips harder. Now he started to pound into me, “I’m cumming” he whispered. I felt my orgasm come crashing down and my cum burst out of me and onto the ground and his legs. With all that I heard him roar in pleasure and felt him fill me. God... that had been so amazing...
I couldn’t help it, and collapsed backwards and fell into slumber...
(POV s w i t c h- 1st person- BlackWarGreymon)
I held the sleeping figure in my arms, gazing at the sheer beauty of the dragon. I had finally learned, I do have a heart.
FIN