Sugar and Spice
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Category:
Digimon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,683
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Sugar and Spice
Disclaimer: I don\'t own Digimon, Toei does. Lucky bastards. And no, I\'m not a cocaine fiend.
*deep breath* My first AFF fic! ^_^ Lots of drugs, lots of sex. There\'s a nice amount of Koushiro/Mimi, but it\'s mostly Koushiro/Takeru. Hints of Taichi/Yamato, canon.
I know it isn\'t the best fic in the world, and fuck you. I just wanted to write it! *shakes fist* If anyone wants to be my beta reader, by all means, volunteer.
Enjoy.
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Cocaine.
That\'s the single thing my mind is capable of thinking when it isn\'t in my immediate possession.
I sit here in my grungy apartment, glancing around at the mess I\'ve made in the past few hours. Though once a neat freak, I\'ve changed somewhat drastically over the years. My eyes are glazed and I twiddle my fingers, shifting in place in the uncomfortable silence. Why isn\'t he here yet??
I force my mind to the necessities of the day. Food... the thought of it gets me nauseated. Shower... there\'s nobody to impress, anyway. Mail... I quickly get up from my seat, stepping over clothes and empty water bottles to get to the front door. I glance out the peephole, then open the door and sneak into the stuffy hallway of the apartment complex. It has always creeped me out, with it\'s brick walls, cement floor, bad lighting. I dig my hand into the pocket of my jeans, pull my keys out slowly, picking out the tiny mailbox key quickly. I shove it into the hole with shaky fingers, twisting it and pulling the small, metal door open. Inside are three envelopes, and I grab them, shove the door closed, twist the key, pull it out of the hole and hurry back to my apartment, slamming the door and locking it.
I sink into my favorite chair with a huge sigh, taking a deep breath before glancing at the letters. Electric bill, a letter for Mimi, and another college letter. With a roll of my eyes, I rip the college letter into little pieces. Why still send me college letters?! I\'m obviously not going, considering how I\'ve been out of high school for two and a half years.
I drop the letters on the cramped table next to my chair, then flick the light off and grab the remote, turning the television on nonchalantly. Infomercials... Nick at Night... MTV 2 and it\'s raunchy black music videos. Eventually I leave it on The Shining, slumped in my chair with my eyes half open as the distressed wife drags her unconscious husband into the empty hotel kitchen.
Cocaine...
My mind continuously whispers it, and finally I begin to dose off, the terrified screams of Shelly Duval in the background.
I faintly hear a knock at my door, and mumble a bit in my sleep. Another loud knock jerks me out of my dreams, and I jump out of the chair and rush to the door, unlock it and swing it open. In front of me stands my one-time apprentice, Ken Ichijouji. Rubbing my eyes tiredly, I smile faintly and nod.
\"I come bearing gifts,\" he says, grinning impishly at me, his long, black hair tied back in a pony tail. I chuckle and allow him inside, reaching into my pocket for the money I owe him. He waves a hand in front of him, saying,
\"Nooo, nonono. I know you\'re short on funds this time of year. Consider it a present of Thanksgiving. Happy Holiday!\" He looks ridiculous, his mockingly chirpy voice floating across the room. \"Just return the favor later.\"
I nod in thanks, then take the plastic bag from him, looking over the white powder carefully before he leaves. \"Care to get tweaked with me?\" I ask, throat hoarse. He shakes his head, glancing at his fancy watch briskly.
\"Nope, sorry Izumi. I\'ve got a meeting to attend.\" He glances around the place and sniffs, then shrugs his shoulders. \"Your place could use some fixing up. But then, I guess that\'s what the nose candy is for, right?\" He chuckles at his own excuse for a joke as he walks to the door. I follow him, leaning against the door frame.
\"Well, take care of yourself. Give Mimi my undying love and affection, will ya?\" I snort and nod, shaking his hand firmly. Once he\'s gone, I close the door and lock it again, then take a seat in my comfortable chair. I examine the baggy, then take out my scale and place the bag on it.
Perfect. Minus the mass of the baggy, that\'s exactly right. 650 grams of pure cocaine, just for me.
Before I know it, I\'ve given up trying to wait and have two fat lines of blow ready. Staring at it with content, I grin to myself and lower the rolled up twenty dollar bill, stick one end into my nostril and snort the first line, then the second. I sniff continuously for a moment, holding a finger under my nose so none of the powder goes to waste. I then unroll the dollar bill and lick the tiny white chunks of powder on it.
Now I can think.
I can never, ever think anymore without this beautiful drug. Though with it, thinking becomes so easy and so fast, it\'s difficult to understand what the hell my mind is really saying. I\'ve already cleaned the entire apartment, including mopping, sweeping, dusting, organizing. Mimi will sure be happy when she gets home!
Speaking of Mimi, she\'s not exactly the person I want to see right now. Or ever, for that matter. Ever since I\'ve let her stay with me, she\'s been a royal pain in my ass. Yes, we\'re sleeping together, but by no means are we a couple. She might claim otherwise, though.
I walk into the bathroom quickly, do my business and wash my hands. Staring in the mirror at myself, I grin once more at my dilated pupils and hazy face, red hair seeming to blend into the skin of my face. Pulling myself away from my own expression, I close myself in my room and turn on my favorite trance album, laying on the bed in the dark, finally blissful. The thought of having more blow for later is enough to keep me going longer, and I do.
Ohhh, I do.
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I slide open my eyes easily, stretching as I glance at the clock. 2:47... I mumble to myself and rub my eyes, blinking into the darkness of the room. I hear a flush and a door open, then the bedroom light flicks on. I grimace and sheild my eyes, cursing.
\"Dammit, Mimi. I just got up.\"
She rolls her eyes and tosses her purse into a corner, slipping out of her heels and sliding her jacket off. She sits on the bed next to me and wraps an arm around my shoulders, nibbling my ear. She smells like coconuts. Why coconut? Sometimes she wears strawberry, and if that isn\'t the best smell, I don\'t know what is. But coconut?
\"Did you get it?\"
I glance at her, then rub my eyes again, sighing deeply. \"Yeah... I got it.\" I can just see her eyes light up.
\"I knew it!\" she screeches, jumping up in front of me. \"I just knew it when I walked in. You did a great job cleaning, Koushi.\"
I slide my eyes shut at her nickname, regretting cleaning, regretting telling her. She may be cute with her long, cotton candy hair and her milky skin, but she certainly isn\'t very bright, unless it\'s concerning a lap dance or a strip tease. Sighing deeply, I reach into my pocket and pull out the powder-filled bag, dropping it on the blue bedspread. Her smile widens considerably and she grabs a cd case, pouring a generous amount of the powder onto it, then divides it into four lines with her credit card. She mumbles to herself about how long it\'s been, and my head hurts just looking at it.
But I still want more.
\"I don\'t have any cash on me.\"
I jerk my head up in surprise, then shake my head and pull my twenty dollar bill from my pocket, rolling it quickly for her. She\'s sniffing vigorously ten seconds later and the bill is handed to me.
When one is under the influence of cocaine, one cannot resist the urge to talk and talk and talk to those present. After a good hour, I am finally sick of hearing her voice drabble on about nothing and, wanting my own place to speak, stand from the bed and take off my shirt, then walk to the kitchen and poor a glass of water for us to share. Returning to the bedroom, Mimi is standing and pacing. I take a sip of the water and hand it to her, then turn my trance music back on and flick the light off.
She takes this as an invitation and quickly presses her lips to mine, pulling away to grab my hand and place it on her Gucci-covered breast.
\"Let\'s fuck,\" she whispers devilishly, eyes wild in her cocaine-induced sex drive. I happily agree, the coke having a rather extreme effect on my hormones. I kiss her deeply and slide my hands up her shirt, slipping my cold fingers under her bra to caress and tease her nipples. Her breath quickens, her nipples harden, a certain heat begins to call me to her groin area. I moan softly against her lips, then walk her against the bedroom wall. I prompty remove my hands from her chest and unzip my pants, pulling out my very erect member.
I can see her eyes glitter in the darkness, and she quickly removes her panties. Nipping at her neck, I lift one of her legs and slide my cock against her inner thighs, teasing her wet pussy, only making it wetter. She wraps her arms around my neck and gasps, whispering little obscenities in my ear all the while.
\"Just fuck me, Koushi.\"
\"Just put it in me, Koushi.\"
\"God, I\'ve never wanted you so bad, Koushi.\"
Koushi, Koushi, Koushi. I don\'t really care right now, seeing as how her body is the one thing on my mind, but thank God I\'m intoxicated. Sliding my hand up her skirt, I tease a finger over her clit and down into her damp slit, wettening her more. So hot... I don\'t think I can wait anymore, but her little gasps drive me mad. I tease my finger inside her, rubbing a against her g-spot. She moans loudly and tosses her head back, and I remove my hand and ram my cock into her, hands holding her waist and hips tightly in our standing position. She throws her head back against the wall, groaning like the little bitch she is. Biting my bottom lip, I thrust into her again, and again, and she wraps her legs around my waist tightly, me slamming her into the wall over, and over, and over.
She feels so good...
I feel her nip and suckle at my neck and I gasp, biting my bottom lip. An orgasm would be too good... Just too good for me to handle. Suddenly she\'s pushing me back and I slip out of her. She pushes me onto the floor rather violently, hoisting her skirt up further and yanking her shirt off, tossing it aside. Her perfect breasts seem to glow, nipples rosy and lovely. Straddling me, she slowly lowers herself onto me and begins to bounce.
My hands find their way to her lovehandles and I thrust into her roughly, head thrown back onto the floor and eyes shut. Her tight pussy is too much to handle and, before I know it, I dig my teeth into my bottom lip and gasp loudly, an orgasm overcoming all my thoughts and motions.
I breathe deep and fast, then slowly open my eyes to look at her. I cringe. She\'s laying next to me, her pretty little hands stroking my hair.
\"Your hair is so red, Koushi,\" she murmurs, then giggles a bit. \"I don\'t think I\'ll ever get sick of looking at it.\"
She quickly goes on to other topics and rambles more, and I sigh deeply. I can feel my temper taking over. Why does she always have to talk?! Why does she have to be so annoying? Why can\'t I stand to be in the same building as her?
\"...only I never really understood that, because why would I want to buy Dolce and Gabbana, anyway?! Their clothes are for queers!\"
Furrowing my eyebrows, I stand up and button my pants. I reach into the closet for my winter coat, sliding it on quickly and buttoning it. Stepping over her, I rush to the front door, slide my shoes on and leave before she has the chance to question my actions.
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The brisk, winter air fills my senses and I sigh deeply, my temper cooling down fast. I love this time of year. It reminds me of angels and happiness and everything nice. I look around as I shut the apartment door and grin as snowflakes float through the clear, night air. Yes... it\'s the perfect season. I begin walking at a brisk pace toward the east side of town; out of habit, mostly. Taichi, Yamato and Takeru have lived there for years, and it\'s one of the few places I leave my apartment for. I sigh again as my shoes crunch into the fresh layer of snow, glancing around at the neon lights.
Quickly crossing the intersection, I walk to the gas station on the corner and open the door. There\'s a loud jingle and the night shift employee grunts a greeting. I ask for my usual brand of cigarettes and drop the money on the counter, snatching the cigarettes and packing them as I leave with another obnoxious jingle from the door. Tearing off the wrapper, I open the pack and tear out the other wrapper, tossing them in the trash. I pull one out and light it with a practiced speed, then take a long drag. My eyes slide shut involuntarily and I lean against the brick building, exhaling deeply.
\"Nice night.\"
My eyes fly open and I turn toward the voice, startled to see Takeru standing next to me.
He looks perfectly angelic.
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