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What You Want

A 'Kenkeru' Digimon Adventure 02 Slash/Yaoi

by Meimi

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STANDARD DISCLAIMER: I don't own Digimon.

SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers for 02 (that's season 2 for the
uninitiated) up to and including the episodes involving Chimeramon
(yeah, that thing).

YAOI WARNING: This is a yaoi fic and contains within it sex and other
dirty deeds between two male characters. If this disturbs you in
any way PLEASE do not continue reading. And yes, I am sick and
twisted, thanks for asking.

DEDICATION: This is for Ajora, whose Ken obsession is damn addicting.

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It was a nice day, the sunshine glittered brilliantly through the
glass windows as the teacher droned on and on. The students grumbled
amongst themselves as quietly as possible, they wanted school to be
over with as soon as possible so they could get out and enjoy the
wonderful weather.

Well, almost all of them.

All through class Hikari kept shooting Takeru worried looks.
Something wasn't right with him. She could tell, but for the life of
her she couldn't figure out what it was. Maybe she should talk to him
after school.

Takeru was oblivious to her concern. His mind was on other, more
distressing matters. He kept replaying the events of the past few
days over and over and over again in his head trying to figure what
it was he did wrong, or what he could have done right.

The worst of it had started with Devimon and that fight with Ken. The
things he had said... he'd even hit Ken, what was wrong with him?
Sure he had been angry, but he'd never been a person who would hurt
somebody else on purpose, had he?

And what had happened afterwards. Oh god, it had been horrible. Even
with all the things Ken had done, he hadn't deserved that, had he?

NO!

Takeru shook his head vehemently at the thought. No, nobody deserved
that, not even the Digimon Kaiser.

Which brought Takeru back to wondering about how Ken was doing. He
had looked so lost when he walked away from all of them. He had gone
home at least, Taichi had let them know about the news broadcast...
but that didn't mean he was okay. How could someone be okay after all
that had happened?

Takeru frowned, maybe he should go check up on Ken, see how Ken was
doing, and... apologize for the things he had said and done. Yeah,
that would be the right thing to do.

He had to do something.

~*~

"Takeru! Wait up!" Hikari yelled as she ran to catch up to her rather
distracted friend. School was finally out, but Takeru still seemed to
be out of it. She frowned as he looked back her, something must be
wrong.

"Oh hi, Hikari. What's up?" Takeru smiled weakly hoping it wasn't
something important. He really didn't feel like talking, he might
lose his nerve on what he was going to do later.

"That's what I was going to ask you. What's wrong?" Hikari looked up
at him, waiting for his answer.

"Oh, nothing really. Just been thinking about the past few days...
nothing serious," Takeru smiled reassuringly.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. It has been pretty tough... must be even
worse on Ken," Hikari looked down, not noticing when Takeru winced at
those words. "I hope he's okay."

Takeru touched her shoulder and smiled warmly, "I'm sure he will be."
He continued on as Kari returned the smile with her own, "Listen, I
gotta go, see ya tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Hikari waved at him as he turned to run off. "Say hello to
Patamon for me!"

"Sure thing! See ya!" Takeru waved back at her, making himself hurry.
He had to do this, for himself and for Ken.

As he turned the corner, right on cue, Patamon flew out of one of the
trees and into his arms. "Takeru!"

"Hey buddy, how was your day?" Takeru smiled down and hugged his
partner. There was nothing in the world like having Patamon to depend
on. What would he possibly do if he didn't have the perky little
digimon anymore? Takeru frowned as Patamon snuggled up against him,
chattering on about how boring the day was without him around. What
would Ken do? He wouldn't do something... drastic would he?

"Takeru?" Patamon struggled out of his arms and flew up to hover
right in front of his face. "You're not listening to me, is something
wrong?"

"I've just been thinking a lot," Takeru gazed mournfully into his
best friend's brilliant blue eyes. "Do you think you could go home on
your own today? I think I need to do something."

"What? What is it?" Patamon blinked in confusion. "Can't I go with
you?"

"No, I don't think that would be a good idea," Takeru trailed off,
this wasn't going to be easy to say. "You remember what happened in
the fortress between me and Ken?"

"Yeah," Patamon nodded slowly. "You were fighting."

"Well, I said some really mean things and considering all that
happened I think I need to apologize to him, and see how he's doing
and all," Takeru trailed off.

"Okay," Patamon blinked, it made sense. Takeru really wasn't the
vindictive type. "But why can't I go with you?"

"I don't think it would be a good idea," Takeru reached out drawing
Patamon to him in a hug. "I mean, he doesn't have his digimon
anymore, but I still have you. I think it might hurt him seeing you
and me together."

"Oh, yeah," Patamon nodded against Takeru's shoulder. "I guess."

"So," Takeru gave the little digimon another squeeze before letting
him go. "Think you can go home alone? Or maybe you could visit
Yamato? I'll be home later, okay?"

"Okay, but be careful." Patamon frowned worriedly before fluttering
off. "I'll see you later!"

"Yeah, see ya later," Takeru mumbled as he waved his partner off. Now
all that was left to do was the hardest part of all, talking to Ken.

~*~

It only took a few seconds for the doorbell to be answered after
Takeru had rung it. The homely looking woman who blinked down at him
in curiosity looked like any normal mother, save for the slight
puffiness around her eyes. "Yes, can I help you?"

"Uhm hi," Takeru faltered, how was he going to say this. "I'm... uh,
a friend of Ken's, and I was wondering if I could... uh, talk to
him... see how he's doing and all?"

"Oh, a friend of Ken's?" Ken's mother's eyes widened in surprise.
"He never mentioned having any friends, but he never really seemed
to want to talk about anything else either," She trailed off. "But
please, come inside I'm sure he'll appreciate the concern." She
smiled cheerfully as she led him into the front hall.

Takeru mechanically slid off his shoes and put the guest slippers on.
He was here, he was inside, and he was about to see Ken. Please, just
let me do this right, he thought.

"Ken is uhm," Ken's mother spoke quietly as she led Takeru to her
son's closed door. "He hasn't really come out much since he got back,
and well, just... since you're a friend... try to get him to talk to
you?" She looked down at Takeru hopefully as she added, "Please?"

"Okay," Takeru watched as Ken's mother reached out and rapped her
knuckles against the door. His thoughts were amazingly quiet but his
stomach was knotted and queasy. How was he going to do this?

"Ken honey, you have a guest." Ken's mother called out before turning
the doorknob to her son's bedroom and pushing the strange boy into
the darkened room. She was ready to do anything to get a response out
of her son about what had happened to him... and why he had left. She
just hoped this would work.

Takeru winced as the door closed shut behind him. There was no way
out now. He was alone... with Ken, in Ken's bedroom. He was going to
do this. He had to do this. He scanned the room, waiting for his eyes
to adjust to the dim light. All the lights were off, the window
shedding off the only illumination and even that was dimmed by a
drawn shade. There was a computer on the desk to his left, but it was
eerily shut off. In front of him was a high bed, and laying on it
with one arm slung carelessly over the side was his reason for being
there. And by the way that Ken was glaring at him, he wasn't exactly
welcome.

"Uhm... hi?" Takeru started off carefully, shuffling his feet ever so
slightly.

"What do you want?" Ken spat venomously in return.

Takeru winced once more, this was going to be harder than he'd
thought. "I wanted to see how you were doing."

"Oh really?" Ken purred menacingly before he snarled, "I don't need
your pity. Leave!" He pointed forcefully towards the door then rolled
over onto his side, turning his back to the unwelcome visitor that
had come calling.

"That's not it," Takeru gazed down at his feet, flexing his fingers
in agitation. This wasn't going well at all. "I just wanted to
apologize for what I said and for hitting you."

"Why?" Ken rolled back over and off the side of the bed, landing on
his feet with quiet, catlike grace. "What do you have to apologize to
me for? You're one of the good guys and I'm the villain. You won. I
lost. What else do you want?"

"For you to believe me," Takeru glared back into Ken's glinting
amethyst eyes. "I didn't mean what I said, I was just angry, that's
all, and I'm sorry I hit you."

"Why ever for?" Ken smirked and pointed to the scrape evident on the
side of Takeru's face. "I hurt you after all. Why shouldn't you have
returned the favor?"

Takeru shook his head, "That's not the point. It was wrong. I
shouldn't have done it."

Ken gritted his teeth in fury and darted forward, slapping Takeru on
the cheek. He grinned knowingly as he drew back, "And how about that?
Was that wrong? I felt like doing it."

Takeru rubbed his smarting cheek. This was going nowhere fast. "It's
all right, it's not like I've done you any favors."

Ken rolled his eyes heavenward, "Oh please spare me. I don't need or
want your sympathy or your pity. Just go." He pointed towards the
door once more.

"But... but..." Takeru stammered along helplessly. What could he
possibly say to get through to Ken. "I just... I just wanted to
help."

"Is that so?" Ken struck out swiftly, sweeping Takeru off of his feet
with a well placed kick. The carpet muffled his fall, but the impact
was jarring enough to daze him.

Takeru blinked, spots dancing before his eyes as he tried to figure
out how things had led up to this. His breath caught in his throat as
slender fingers wrapped around his neck and he found himself nose to
nose with Ken.

Eyes that seemed to have been carved out of purple ice bore into
Takeru's as Ken stated plainly, "Let's get one thing straight
Takaishi Takeru, I do not need anyone's help nor would I want it. I
do not care about your remorse over your previous actions nor will I
accept any guilt-ladden apology for them from you. Understand?"

Upon later introspection, Takeru wasn't quite sure why he did what he
did next. Maybe it was because somewhere deep down inside of him, he
knew that it would actually shatter Ken's barriers. Maybe it was just
because the other boy seemed so lonely in that single instance. Or
maybe it was just because he really did feel like it. Whatever he was
thinking, the results were the same. Takeru tilted his head to the
side and leaned upwards, pressing his lip gently against Ken's.

Ken's eyes widened in shock at the touch. He jerked away after only a
second's hesitation, scooting back across the carpet and putting
several feet of distance between him and Takeru. He slowly reached up
and touched his own lips with his fingertips, his eyes narrowing in
confusion, "Why did you do that?"

Takeru shrugged, unsure of what to do next. "I felt like doing it?"
He asked, turning Ken's own words back on the boy.

Ken chuckled cynically, "I see." He frowned once more in confusion as
Takeru got up and walked over to him. "What is it you want?"

"I don't know," Takeru smiled reassuringly. "But this is a start." He
continued as he reached up and caressed Ken's cheek. Leaning forward,
he brushed his lips lightly against Ken's again hoping for a
different reaction this time.

Ken took very little time in responding. After all, if this is what
Takeru wanted, he was certainly going to enjoy himself. He leaned
forward, moving his lips against the boy's, licking them with his
tongue, teasing them into parting so that he could delve into the
moist warmth within. He snaked a hand up, sliding it up under
Takeru's shirt, running his fingers over the soft, smooth skin
beneath.

Takeru shivered at Ken's touch, promptly losing his balance and
falling backwards across the floor. Ken undeterred, swiftly followed
after him, searing his lips with a demanding passion and teasing his
skin with soft feathery touches.

It was some time before Ken drew away, desire burning in his eyes and
a smirk twisting his lips up. "This is pleasant, but I'm forgetting
something." He gracefully climbed to his feet and walked over to open
the door. Casting a rather dazed and confused Takeru a knowing smile,
he tossed a "Don't move." over his shoulder before walking out and
closing the door behind him.

"Ken honey?"

Ken stopped halfway to bathroom and smiled pleasantly as he looked
over at his mother in the living room. "Would you mind if Takeru
joined us for dinner mother? We're... talking, and I'd like him to
stay for awhile."

Ken's mother beamed at the suggestion. Her little boy was finally
talking to somebody. "Of course dear, I don't mind at all." She
blinked as something occurred to her. "I should make a quick trip to
the grocery then since we're going to have company." She clasped her
hands together worriedly. "Will you be okay here alone? Your father
won't be back from work for awhile yet."

"Oh don't worry, mother," Ken smiled cheerfully at the news. "I'm
sure we'll be just fine."

"Well, okay dear," Ken's mother started gathering her things together
for the trip. "I won't be long."

Ken continued on to the bathroom as his mother mumbled distractedly
to herself. This was just too perfect for words, even for him. He
smirked at himself in the mirror of the medicine chest before opening
the door and pulling out what he was searching for. This was going
to be fun.

Meanwhile, Takeru was rubbing the palm of his hand against his
forehead and trying to catch his breath. What the hell was he doing?
He hadn't planned this at all. He had just wanted to apologize. So
how did things lead up to him laying on the floor and waiting
impatiently for Ken to come back so they could continue what they
were doing? This was nuts. He whipped his head around, his eyes
widening as the doorknob began to turn.

Ken walked back into his bedroom, closing the door shut behind him.
He leaned against the cool surface of the door and smirked down at
Takeru. His arms were crossed behind him as he turned the lock with
an audible click. Ken was suddenly thankful that his father hadn't
ended up breaking the lock altogether when his parents had barged
into his room looking for him after he had left for the digital
world.

Looking askance, almost as if he were paying half attention to the
door and half to the boy sprawled out on the floor, he smirked ever
so slightly. "You've been invited to dinner. But mother had to go out
to the grocery since we're having a guest over, and father won't be
home for another hour or so. It's just you and me." Focusing his gaze
back on Takeru, he continued. "Whatever will I do with you?"

Takeru bolted upright, a rosy blush painting his cheeks crimson in
the shadows. "Uhm," he mumbled as he scratched the back of his head.

Ken's smirk widened at that as he tried his best not to laugh. This
was just too amusing for words. "Oh, are we going to be shy now?" He
purred, snickering to himself as Takeru's cheeks darkened even more.
Hmm, this scene definitely needed some illumination. He walked over
to his desk, keeping what he held behind his back and out of view.
Smiling pleasantly he turned on his desk lamp.

Takeru blinked rapidly as the sudden light blinded him. "What?"

"I want to see what I'm doing." Ken grinned as Takeru froze, almost
like a deer caught in the headlights. Oh, this was going to be so
much fun.

Ken strolled over to stand above Takeru for a moment. His eyes
glittered in amusement as he knelt down beside the boy. "We're going
to have to do something about these." He murmured, pointing
haphazardly at Takeru's clothes. He snickered again as Takeru blushed
even more when he reached over, curled his fingers up under the
bottom edge of Takeru's shirt and began to tug it upwards.

Takeru hesitantly allowed Ken to pull his shirt off. He didn't know
why he was doing this or why he was letting it happen in the first
place, but he knew he didn't want to stop it. He pushed all the
questions out of his head as Ken tossed his shirt off to the side and
kissed him again.

This was nice, Ken thought as he plundered the depths of Takeru's
mouth, teasing Takeru's tongue with his own and thoroughly enjoying
it. He ran the fingers of one hand roughly over Takeru's right nipple
and grinned to himself in satisfaction as it elicited a moan out of
the boy. After dropping his little surprise off to the side, he
snaked his other hand beneath the waistband of Takeru's shorts,
squeezing and caressing the soft, pliant flesh below.

Takeru moaned as Ken's touched him, warming his blood with previously
unreached desires and coaxing the heat within to focus somewhere
below. He hissed through his teeth as Ken slid the waistband of his
short down onto his legs, the cool air wafting across his overheated
skin causing him shiver.

Ken traced the line of Takeru's jaw with his tongue, nipping lightly
and then sucking on the boy's earlobe when he reached it. He grinned
as Takeru reached up and began to shakily unbutton his school
uniform. In the meantime, he had pulled Takeru's shorts and underwear
as far as he could reach and was now using his foot to pull them down
the rest of the way. He shrugged out of his jacket as the last button
was worked loose.

Takeru ran his hands over Ken's chest, touching the other boy in the
places that he knew would feel good. Ken's smiled down at him
patiently as he took his time exploring the soft, pale skin. Ken bent
to kiss him again as he reached up and began to unzip the last
barrier between them.

Ken finally reached over for his surprise as Takeru's hand helped him
out of both his pants and his underwear. Gazing steadily into
Takeru's sapphire blue eyes, he popped the top off of the bottle,
tipped it over and poured a generous amount of the contents into his
hand.

Takeru hissed at the cool feel of the lotion against his overheated
skin as Ken wrapped one hand around his erection and began to slowly
stroke up and down the length of it.

While Takeru's attention was focused solely on what Ken was doing to
him, Ken was busy pouring more lotion out into his other hand for
something else he had in mind. He stroked Takeru slowly, savoring the
feel of the boy and intently watched the expressions of pleasure that
played out across Takeru's face. Reaching down with his free hand, he
searched with slickened fingers for the puckered hole that waited
below. Finding his target, he slid his fingers over the tight ring of
flesh rubbing the cool lotion coating his fingers into it. Takeru
stiffened knowingly at his touch and locked murky eyes with his.

Takeru shuddered as Ken continued to lather his skin with lotion. He
swallowed uncomfortably while Ken grinned down at him. It wasn't
exactly what he had been expecting but it certainly wasn't something
he wanted to say no to either. His muscles tightened convulsively as
Ken slowly pressed a finger within him. Takeru licked his lips, his
eyebrows drawing together in hesitation.

Ken smirked, he recognized the look for what it was and continued to
stroke Takeru's penis with one hand while sliding another finger in
the boy's depths. Takeru's muscles contracted around his invasion as
he rubbed the lotion into the skin, slicking it up. He worked his
fingers around the spasming muscles, stretching the skin against the
discomfort Takeru felt at his touch. He reached deeper within,
searching for one spot in particular. Ken's smile widened as Takeru
whimpered in pleasure, the boy's muscles tightening up around his
fingers even more before all of the tension seemed to melt away. He
was almost ready now.

Takeru blinked furiously while he tried to catch his breath. That had
felt really, really good, almost to the point where he had had
spots dancing before his eyes. He stilled as the intimate touch from
before left him and looked up expectantly as Ken leaned back and
moved Takeru's legs into a better position.

Ken stroked his own erection, coating its length with the cool,
smooth lotion. He kneeled down, positioning himself at the entrance
of what he wanted and gazed down into wide, uncertain blue eyes.
"Ready?" He asked. Grinning at Takeru's shaky nod, Ken pushed himself
into the boy below.

Takeru gasped, every nerve and muscle strung out by Ken's slow
invasion of his body. It hurt, right up until the point when Ken
brushed up against that place deep inside that felt really, really
good. Pleasure blossomed up within him again, merging with the pain
to where it didn't matter anymore. He just wanted to feel it again
and again. "More," he croaked, adding a whimpering "Please." when Ken
didn't immediately acknowledge his demand.

Ken chuckled in response. "Oh, I'll give you more than enough," he
purred and drew back then thrust forward once more. Takeru's muscles
encased his length in a hot, moist vise, encouraging him to venture
again and again into their embrace. It was perfect.

"Oh god!" Takeru groaned as intense pleasure suffused his face. The
feel of Ken moving in and out of him telegraphed along his sensitized
nerves, driving his passion into unbearable heights. His blood
pounded through his veins, echoing in his ears and pushing the
pleasure along with it. He was so close... so close...

Ken, feeling Takeru tighten up around him in anticipation of release,
sped up the rhythm he had reached. He thrust himself hard into the
boy, intent on driving Takeru to the brink and over. He watched as
each pleasurable sensation that Takeru felt washed over his face in
increasing tempo. He was almost there.

Takeru panted, all thought was gone, all he knew was what he felt. It
was almost unbearable... the feel... the need... and he so needed and
wanted it. "Ken?" he managed to whisper before every muscle in his
body seemed to lock up, and he was gone.

Ken gritted his teeth in triumph as Takeru's muscles clamped down
around him, driving his climax out of him even as Takeru's own
spurted off below. It truly was perfect, he thought as his seed
pumped out into the boy's depths. Sighing tiredly, he leaned down
placing a rather ardent kiss on Takeru's lips before withdrawing
himself and flopping over to lay beside the boy.

It was some time before Takeru realized that he was still lying on
the floor of Ken's bedroom, naked, and a little bit more time to
realize he was going to have to clean himself off. Ew! He scrunched
his face up at that particular thought.

Takeru rolled over and watched bemusedly as a rather sated Ken slowly
ran supple fingers over his chest. The movement looked really good,
really, really good to Takeru.

Mentally smacking his raging hormones back into some semblance of
order, Takeru coughed. "Your mother will be back soon."

"Mmm," Ken mumbled noncommittally as he continued along with what he
was doing.

Takeru frowned at him, "Does this mean-"

"No!" Ken swiftly cut Takeru off. He laced his fingers together and
simply laid there in the afterglow.

"Oh," Takeru trailed off disappointedly. He watched Ken worriedly for
several minutes before venturing out, "Would you like to talk about
it?"

Ken whipped his head around sharply and glared at Takeru, "No, I
wouldn't."

"Well, you don't have to," Takeru stated as he rolled over to stare
up at the ceiling. He waited a moment for that to sink in before
continuing, "I'll be here if you want to though. Okay?"

Several minutes passed by in oppressive silence before Takeru heard a
soft, "Thank you." He smiled at those words and closed his eyes. This
was going to be interesting.

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This was one of the first real detailed yaoi sex scene I ever wrote
and it shows. I'd like to think my style has evolved somewhat since
then, but it's not too bad of a story.
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