Disclaimer: I own nothing involved in this story unless I invented it myself. This is written for fun, not for profit. All forms of feedback eagerly accepted. Concrit is loved the most, but everything is welcome.
Fandom: Digimon Adventure 02
Title: What You Don't Know: Chapter 1: Consort
Pairing: Ken x Daisuke
Word Count: chapter: 1,000||chapter: 1,000
Genre: Romance, Angst||Rated: PG-13
Challenge: Written for the 2014 Advent Calendar Challenge, day #19; Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, section G, #58, write a fic that diverges from a point in canon; One Ship Boot Camp, prompt #44, dark
Notes: This involves afflicted amnesia and extremely questionable consent, as in Daisuke consents, but he's not in any state of mind to disagree thanks to what Ken did.
Summary: [1/5 chapters, Ken x Daisuke, Advent Challenge Day #20, Diversity Writing Challenge, & One Ship Boot Camp Challenge] Ken has something that he wants to tell Daisuke. He just doesn't want Daisuke to know what he said.

As he had for over a year now, Ken awoke to Daisuke in his arms. He spared the first few moments of being awake to simply admire his consort. Daisuke looked so innocent there, still deeply asleep. Ken ran the tip of one finger down the other's face and rested it on his lips.

All your fire, tamed to my hand, he thought, a faint and twisted smile turning up his lips. So wonderful. His best plan ever.

Daisuke stirred, eyes starting to flutter, and Ken cleared his features at once. Daisuke listened to him devoutly, but even he might have a qualm or two over the expression Ken tended to wear when he wasn't looking.

Which was, of course, why Daisuke never saw it. Over a year and Ken hadn't failed once to ensure that Daisuke only saw his most loving expression. His other expressions were reserved for the Chosen when they attempted to lure his consort back to their side.

As if that would ever happen. Daisuke knew nothing of them now, and Ken would ensure that he never did. It wasn't as if Daisuke wanted to know them anyway.

And he didn't want to know them because Ken didn't want him to know them, and Daisuke was a very obedient consort these days.

Slowly his eyes opened all the way, a faint hint of morning befuddlement before he blinked and smiled sweetly at Ken.

"Good morning."

Ken leaned forward to brush his lips over Daisuke's. "Good morning." His fingers threaded briefly through Daisuke's hair. "How are you feeling? Anything new?"

The same questions he asked every morning, and he knew what the answers he wanted were.

Daisuke frowned, probing his own mind, and finally shook his head, shoulders slumping a fraction. "No. Nothing. Just...everything from when I woke up here. Last year."

Ken petted him reassuringly. "Don't worry yourself about it. You were very sick, after all. You might not ever get it back."

"I know." Daisuke sighed again before he started to slip out of bed. "I kind of wish I could, though."

Ken had told him many times that he might not recover the memories of his past. Ken knew he wouldn't. Ken went to a great deal of trouble to make certain that he wouldn't. He'd been the one to take them away from Daisuke in the first place. They weren't necessary for the Kaiser's consort. All he needed to know was that Ken loved him and he loved Ken and that was it.

Ken stood up and started toward the bathroom. It was just as well to get the usual morning rituals out of the way so he could get on with the more important matters of finalizing his mastery of the Digital World. Daisuke helped with that, especially with leading combat, and that made him useful as more than a mere decoration to his side.

Not that Daisuke wasn't decorative. There was just more to him than that. So much more that the Chosen would never, ever realize. They might see it arrayed against them, but to be able to use it for themselves? No. Never.

He could hear Daisuke calling for breakfast for the two of them; they usually traded off who got the shower first, while the other made food arrangements. His Veggimon only needed to know they were awake before they spread the meal in the dining area. They were well-trained, and well-controlled, after all.

He'd shaped Daisuke's mind and awareness of the world very carefully over the last year. Truly, one of his finest works, almost as perfect as the Rings or Spirals. Perhaps even better, because there wasn't anything that anyone could do to undo what he'd done.

The Chosen had found that out the hard way, and their pathetic attempt had only sealed Daisuke more strongly to Ken. He would've thanked them for it, if that wouldn't have given away too much to them. Or to Daisuke.

Once properly dressed, he strolled to the dining room, hearing Daisuke get into the shower behind him. If he wasn't already busy planning what to do with his day, he might have stopped to admire the view. But he could do that just as easily in the evening, when there wasn't anything to do and he could take his time to examine every single inch of Daisuke.

He did that often, taking a slow, sensual enjoyment in the two of them being so close to one another. While they hadn't yet been completely intimate, he knew that the time would come.

Perhaps, he wondered, someone would call him a romantic for wanting to wait. But wait they did, for the moment he'd chosen. That moment would be when he'd staked out every single corner of the Digital World, planted a Dark Tower there, and had every single Digimon with a Ring or Spiral on their neck.

Including that of the Chosen. He didn't care if they came or went once that happened. But he'd made his mind up; he and Daisuke would do no more than share a bed and on occasion heavily make out with one another until the moment he was the complete and unquestioned and unresisted Kaiser of the Digital World.

It might take up to another year or more. But Ken could be patient beyond words when he chose to be. Daisuke was a perfect example of that.

Daisuke also knew not to waste time; it was one lesson Ken had taken pleasure in teaching him. Granted, he enjoyed teaching Daisuke everything, crafting the perfect consort out of the annoying lump that he'd been before. So soon enough, both of them sat down to breakfast, Wormmon and V-mon both serving them.

Even now, only V-mon wore a Spiral, as Wormmon's loyalty could not be questioned. Daisuke never asked why. So far as he knew, V-mon was the Kaiser's gift to him, a reward for his beloved consort.

Ken smiled as he ate. He enjoyed mornings.

To Be Continued

Note: I will update this every day until it's done. Five chapters, so five days of updates.