By Amai
Disclaimer- Digimon and all it's characters are not copyright me, but copyright Toei Animation/Bandai (there probably are others, but I can't remember offhand). I wish they were, but sadly, not all wishes come true. The only thing that's copyright me is this fanfic, so no stealing, kiddies.
Author's Notes- Short kensuke..interesting. That's all I can really say about it. I love using metaphors to explain things, can't you tell by my past fics? This was kinda an experiment, but I just might continue it. Depends. It's a bit on the confusing side, so sorry if you can't understand it. Tell me what you think! And yes, I know the poem isn't so great at the end..;) As always, read and review.
"You're beautiful, do you know that?", a kiss. Like kissing a rose's petals..it came. The other tried to struggle away, but gave up, and returned the kiss after a short vain try.
"Don't try to resist my net...you are the flower and I am the insect. I'm gathering my pollen.", he hissed to his lover. His reluctant lover. That was what he found so tasty, he was his. And he couldn't change that..as much as he flailed and tried to crawl away.
He was addicted. Love was a drug, and he now was dependent of it. Which made it more delightful to see him struggle against his own will to fight it off. The more he fought, the more he received
And it really was innocent, for all he was doing was watering his rose. Feeding it.
"..This..this isn't right..", the other gasped out, still fighting his need. And again, the one who was delivering the kisses showered him again, feeding the need. Caressing his cheek, he murmured lowly,
"If it really wasn't right, you would have pushed me off by now....I'm only training you for what you'll have to deal with later. You cannot object. Because it is not in your nature to.", he gave the struggling boy another kiss, as the struggles got weaker. Soon, soon..when he was at his peak of need...he would stop.
He was only teaching him about life and love.
You can only keep your emotions in so far before they explode...his need was one of those. But..being deprived of that one thing can make a person do drastic things. Like force a once proud person to bow low, and submissively to his new leader.
Oh yes, he would reach his reluctant roses breaking point. He knew it...for he was getting closer with every passionate kiss, with every suppressed moan.
"It is right...you're foolish. That's the only reason why you trick yourself into thinking it is otherwise.."
"No..it..it...", he could feel the other's breaking point arise. Time for the torturing to start. The rose to start to wilt with need. His rose began to beg for more water, rather relentlessly.
But he would not oblige. He simply stopped the water, the kisses.
"You can go now.", he simply said, releasing his grip on the boy, and letting him drop to his knees from the lack of support. The boy touched his cheek...and touched his lips..and said,
"But..I want more.."
"I gave you all that was needed, but you objected. Too much water to a flower will kill it.", and with that, he began walking away, with a silent grin on his face as the boy stared in his direction, with a face of anguish.
Motomiya Daisuke was such a naive flower to water and leave to wilt. It was so easy to conquer his soul like that. Now his game was nearly done, he now had to wait. You try to look, but you can't to see,
You're blinded with my fantasy,
You try in vain to shun your eyes,
You're here to worship the one you despise.