Dominance - #4. Desire
Disclaimer: Digimon, Ken Ichijouji and Daisuke Motomiya aren't mine (**sniffs sadly**) and neither is anyone else. Nothing's mine except the fic and everything's borrowed and no profit's been made. So don't sue.
It was sheer agony to be a genius surrounded by simpleminded fools. Ken Ichijouji shook his head sadly, closing his amazing azure eyes momentarily. Had they honestly any idea what idiots they sounded like ... well most of the time? Half of them couldn't even hope to have an IQ even near his. Even the adult population. It was quite embarrassing actually - for them anyway.
Approaching the notice board where the weekly scores were posted at the end of each week, after all of the assigned tests and assignments were corrected and the full score tabulated, he didn't even pretend to be nervous. His name would be at the top of the list, like it always was. That never changed. And then the crowd would part and let him through, eyes wide as he tossed a glance at the board. Then they would gasp in awe, the other boys glaring at him jealously, while the girls would sigh in envy. That was the way it always was. It would never change.
Sure enough, one of the girls in the same grade as him looked up and spotted him walking over. Nudging her neighbour, she hissed, "It's Ken Ichijouji!" This of course soon spread and the crowd surged apart as he finally came up. With smooth practise he managed to ignore them all, instead directing his attentions to the board. As he had predicted, his name was at the very top of the list. As usual.
Whirling expertly on his heel, he felt the crowd surge forward again once he was gone. Stopping for an instant, he listened to their frantic, excited whispers and smiled, chuckling. Fools the lot of them. Whoever secretly hoped they would ever beat him and come first ... well he hoped they would never make their way into the Digital World. For their own sakes.
Pushing open the doors of his school, he was met with chaos. Reporters and camera people plunged towards him. Damn, he thought, keeping his face as that smooth, unflappable mask, as he prepared to brave the media. They never give up, do they? They've already done dozens of stories on me, what's another one going to do?
"Ken!" one scarlet-haired woman called, waving her microphone frantically in front of him. "How do you feel about the upcoming soccer game? Can your team make it to the top again? Can you do it twice in a row?"
"Of course," he replied automatically, smiling charmingly at her. The smile always did it. "We did it once, we can do it again no problem!" Besides, if I wasn't the captain they wouldn't have got anywhere! But he couldn't tell her that, it might just make him seem slightly pompous. For all of their supposed 'brilliance', the paparazzi had yet to realise just how arrogant he was.
For the next few minutes he stopped and answered their questions, wishing inwardly he could just leave. But finally he decided enough was enough and began to make his way through them, pointedly ignoring all of their question, not bothering to utter, "No comment". You just didn't know what you were absently replying to. Better to be rude than ruined.
Finally as he approached the gates of the school, they finally left him alone. Idiots! he thought wrathfully, glaring at the ground beneath him. How much of a fool did they really think him?! Although the colour of that first woman's hair had slightly reminded him of Daisuke's ...
Daisuke Motomiya. Instantly Ken felt his bad mood disappear. The very memory of that boy was enough to dispel even the thickest dark clouds. Daisuke was his, now and forever. Mine, he thought, a smug smile curling his lips. My pet, now and forever. When you put it like that, life really wasn't that bad. Paparazzi and all.
The memory of the kisses between them ... Ken's lips tingled with surpressed emotion. He just wished the boy was here with him now. To grab him and achieve complete dominance over him ... to feel his desperate need for him ... Ken shuddered with painful happiness.
He remembered how it had first started, how he had first met Daisuke on his own. How his desire for the other boy had become so great, it had led him to suggesting the agreement. The same agreement that would eventually lead Daisuke to becoming his. Ken couldn't help but chuckle as memory gripped him.
He had been in the forest for a reason. The Digidestined has actually
destroyed one of his control spires nearby and the quickest way to it had been
through the forest. And so, as to not waste anymore time than he already had, he
had willingly gone through the forest. He hadn't vouched on meeting the actual
leader of the Digidestined however. Life had never been that good to him before.
It had chosen a strange time to start.
Wormmon had been with him, he had had no choice but to come after he had
threatened to hurt him even more than usual if he hadn't. The green worm had
been faithfully by his side as usual, ignored and silent. Just because his
partner (even though he was ashamed to admit such a weak thing as that was his
partner) had obeyed him, didn't mean he was going to treat him any differently.
Ken had been intending to go through the forest, reach the fallen spire and
inspect it for damage, before putting down a new one, then going back to his
base. That had been the original plan anyway. It had all changed once he had
heard the rushed footsteps coming towards them. Eyes narrowed, he had silently
indicated to Wormmon to get into the bushes. If he had kicked him it would have
been heard. Lips drawn in a tight line he had edged into the shadows, awaiting
his adversary.
He had been only half-surprised to recognise Daisuke as he burst into the
clearing, his digimon running after him. He had been watching the Digidestined
closely for the last few weeks and had noticed tension building between Daisuke
and Takeru over that girl, Hikari. The Child of Light if he remembered
correctly. How they could have put themselves to so much trouble over someone
like her, he didn't know. Was he the only one who could see clearly that
she wasn't worth it? Apparently so. He had come to the conclusion that something
was bound to happen sooner or later. He had been right.
He had watched silently as Daisuke had staggered over to a tree and collapsed
against it, sliding down until his back was to the base of the trunk. He had
been extremely pale, which, for someone of his complexion, had been rather
alarming. He had been shivering, eyes wide, the white prominently showing. He
had looked like he had seen a ghost.
Ken had immediately become more interested.
He had watched as Daisuke's digimon had come up to him, eyes uncertain.
"Daisuke ... what's wrong? Why did you hit Takeru like that?"
Hit Takeru hmmm? This was becoming interesting ...
Daisuke had shrugged, still looking pale. "I'm not sure Veemon. It was ...
something I hadn't planned doing. On impulse."
"But you always do everything on impulse." Oh Ken had nearly burst out
laughing when he had heard that!
"This was more than that. It was ... it's something human boys feel they have
to do every so often." Daisuke had been visibly struggling to explain it to his
partner, probably in a way that didn't put him in a bad light.
"Oh. Can we go back to the others now?"
"No." Daisuke had shaken his head resignedly. "I don't think they want me
back right now. Maybe we should stay away for a while, all right?"
"Whatever you say Daisuke." Veemon had immediately settled beside his human,
looking as glum as him.
Now was the time to strike. Gathering his wits together (and trying to ignore
the fact that Daisuke looked absolutely adorable the way he was now) Ken had
stepped out of the shadows soundlessly, so it was only when Veemon had looked up
perchance and seen him, that Daisuke had realised he had been standing there.
He had had to credit the boy. His eyes flashing he had immediately leapt up,
tensed. "Well," Ken had said, appearing to be disappointed. "I was hoping to
face all five of you ... but you'll do. Defeating the leader always helps."
"Oh yeah?!" he had demanded furiously. "Well this is the day your luck runs
out Kaiser!"
As much as he had hated to admit it, what Daisuke had said might have
actually happened. He was alone, his only companion Wormmon, who could hardly be
called help.
Fighting hadn't been an option here. He couldn't fight now, as much as
he had hated to admit it. If he had he would almost certainly have been beaten.
So ... it was time to use brains instead of brawn this time. He mightn't be able
to fight digimon against digimon, but he could fight himself - against Daisuke.
"Before you set your idiot digimon against me," he had said dryly, causing
both Daisuke and Veemon to stop, startled, "I have a proposition for you."
"Oh?" he had replied, his utterly delicious eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Glaring at Veemon fiercely, he had called out to Wormmon. "Wormmon! Take this
- Veemon away for a few moments! I wish to talk to Daisuke in private." Wormmon
had obediently appeared from the bushes and beckoned to Veemon.
Veemon had looked pleadingly up at Daisuke, but his partner had been watching
Ken intently. "I don't want to leave you Daisuke. Not with ... him." Ken
had graciously pretended not to hear, even though anger had been boiling up
inside him.
"Don't worry Veemon," Daisuke had replied, still staring at the Kaiser. "I'll
be fine. He won't do anything to me here, not now." He didn't know if he would
exactly, but Ken despite everything else, had his own twisted sense of honour.
He kept to his word ... most of the time. Veemon had reluctantly followed
Wormmon, dismissed by his Digidestined.
"If I don't fight against you now -" Ken had had to hold up a hand for
silence as Daisuke had opened his mouth, so doubt to argue outrageously. "-
would you agree to a different fight against me?"
"You mean because you have no digimon under your control with you right now?"
Daisuke had claimed innocently, eyes sparkling. Something must have shown in his
face, for Daisuke's grin had broadened. "I was right. You're afraid to fight now
because you'll know you'll lose!"
"Perhaps so," he had replied tightly, hands clenched into fists by his sides.
"But the fight I request would not be with digimon. It would just be us, against
each other. Nothing more, nothing less."
That had got through to him. "What? Only between us? Why?"
"Why? Because as foolish as it sounds, a part of me respects you. You were a
good opponent in that soccer match Daisuke. I want to see how you would be
against me and only me. With no ball." It had cost him a great deal to say that
and he hoped Daisuke had known that. He had.
"Respect me?" Daisuke's surprise had been obvious. "No one's ever respected
me before."
"Of course there would be a few catches," he had added smoothly, before
Daisuke had been able to protest. "This is a game of dominance. During every
battle - and I do believe there will be more than one - whoever draws first
blood will have the chance to claim dominance over the other. Complete control.
The vanquished will have to submit to the victor in every possible way
... understood?"
He had not replied immediately, instead staring at the ground as he thought
it over. The Digidestined, no matter how foolish he seemed, knew when to take
things seriously. "Fine," he had sighed eventually. "I understand."
"Good," Ken had purred, striding up to him and bending down had placed a
finger under his chin, tilting the Digidestined's face up to him. Their faces
had been so close, it had nearly seemed for a moment they were going to kiss.
Then the Kaiser had smirked, rising to his feet in one graceful movement and
turned.
"Wormmon!" he had barked. "Return!" Then, tossing one last careless glance
over his shoulder at Daisuke, who was openly staring at him, he walked away.
Yes, that had been a fine moment indeed. Though he never would have admitted it, at that point he had been so close to kissing Daisuke, it had taken all of his control to turn away. He wanted him desperately. Besides, he had known he would win eventually. Daisuke would never have beaten him.
Ken's smile turned slightly dreamy as he let himself into his home. His parents were out - yet again - and he was on his own. He knew the other Digidestined often brought their own digimon back to their world as companions, but the thought of having Wormmon here made his stomach churn. He would rather loneliness to that any day. But he mightn't be lonely for long ...
Going to his room, he dropped his bag on the floor absently, making his way over to his desk with his laptop, which he had taken from his bag. Opening it, he listened to it boot up as his thoughts drifted.
He did hold feelings for Daisuke, that much he was sure of. He was gay after all, he hadn't lied to the other boy about that. He wanted Daisuke, it was that simple. Wanted him in every way possible. The boy was already his in most ways, but whatever the boy himself believed, Ken knew he hadn't his heart, not truly. Something was still holding him back, still making him loyal to his idiot friends. If he ever wanted Daisuke completely for himself, whatever that thing was ,it had to be snapped as soon as possible.
Gathering the black D-3 in his hand, he peered down at it. Yet again, he was the only one who saw the raw power in Daisuke. The boy had great potential, even if he and everyone else didn't know it. He might just be powerful enough to undergo the test. It wouldn't be any good having Daisuke by his side if his power couldn't be channelled correctly. Plus there were far more ... physical benefits ... to having the boy with him.
Ken couldn't help but smile as he remembered the feeling of having Daisuke writhe desperately beneath him. That feeling ... God, he had wanted to take Daisuke right there and then and never give a damn what anyone would think. But he hadn't been in such power for so long without developing an iron band of self control. It had been that same control that had forced him to propel himself off of Daisuke the evening before, before he had gone too far.
Things were going well so far. The time for Daisuke to choose was rapidly approaching, and if things were to go fully his way he had a lot to do. Things were already going his way very nicely. This time, he would get his own way. Those Digidestined would not defeat him. Besides, if he got their own leader on his side, they would never be able to defeat him!
Now openly grinning, Ken opened the portal into the Digital World. It was
time for his second life to begin for another night.