[We were the greatest of friends, despite the constant arguing amongst certain members of our team. The first time around, the fighting was mainly between my brother and the leader, about me. Not because they both didn't care, but because they needed an outlet, and I was as good an excuse as anything else.]
Returning to the second bedroom turned office, after cleaning the kitchen, he found Tai at his computer, looking through one of his chapter files, reading his story. "What are you doing?" His voice came out loudly, but Tai only turned around with his little smile.
"Reading." He smirked as Takeru swallowed hard. "You're work is very interesting, my Takeru. This is about our adventures into the digital world, isn't it?"
"Yes." The brunette grinned at his forced reply.
"Hmm." He stood up and walked to stand in front of the younger man. "It's six-thirty now. We go to bed at nine. I rise at six. You will go to bed when I go. After I've finished with you, you may do whatever, except leave the apartment. I do expect to see you beside me when I wake up, however. You will serve me breakfast. At the table. And dinner will be ready at six when I get home. I eat lunch out."
"Yes." Takeru agreed, his eyes averted to a spot on the wall over Tai's right shoulder.
With a satisfied grin, Tai walked past him, disappearing into the living room. A moment later, Takeru heard the sounds of the television blaring. He sat down at his computer, opened the file he had been working on, and stared at the monitor. His brain refused to focus on the words already on the screen, his fingers unmoving over the keyboard. With a disgusted sigh, he closed the file, and opened a new one.
With a narrowed look in the general direction of the living room, he started typing, his hands flying over the keys.
[Many friends move away, and lose touch, but the digi-destined didn't. We stayed in the same area, not more than an hour away from our farthest friend. Even Mimi returned to Japan. We still held meetings, not to discuss the fate of the world, but to catch up on the events we miss while living our own lives. Every one made a point to attend, for fear that we'd fall apart from each other, never to reconcile again. It hurts to lose a friend, and we didn't want that to happen.]
A tanned hand reached out and it the sleep button on the computer. Takeru looked up, not masking the annoyance at the disruption. Tai merely turned away. The blonde looked at his watch, frowning at the hands that signaled that it was nine. He swallowed, stood up, and followed.
He entered the bedroom to see Tai leaning back against the headboard, dressed only in light pajama bottoms. With cold brown eyes, he looked over Takeru's clothed state, his lips twisting slightly. "Strip and get down on all fours."
"Excuse me?" Takeru was taken aback by the brusque command.
With a grunt, Tai pushed himself up from the bed. "You heard me, bitch. Take your clothes off, and get down on your hands and knees." The younger man was stunned. He had felt betrayed when Tai had started all this, but this was almost too much. He had hoped, someplace in the back of his mind, that it wouldn't actually going that far.
Tai was not only proving that hope wrong, he was basically illustrating how hopeless his situation was. No dignity, no pride, no gentleness. Just 'bend over and bear it'.
With numb hands, he pulled his shirt over his head, and started at the snap and zipper of his pants. His fingers were steady as the material fell to his ankles, and he stepped out of them. He looked at the bed as he slipped his underwear off, conscious of Tai's eyes on him.
"Now, kneel on the bed, put your ass in the air, and hang on tight." It was said cruelly, with no compassion for what Takeru was feeling. If there was a doubt in his head that he hated Tai, it was erased in that second.
[We suffered many things together. I lost my partner at one time. Things have a way of working out though. Just when you think that the pain will never end, it's all over. Done with before you can draw your next breath. And the relief of that moment is almost a painful thing.]
It hurt. The pain was horrible, wrenching. It brought the tears to overflowing, and the silent sobs racked his body.
He was sitting in the bottom of the bathtub, letting the water from the showerhead wash over him. At first, he could see the trails of blood as they twirled down the drain, but that had been almost an hour ago. The tears and pain didn't stop so easily.
There had been no preliminaries, no preparation. Just bend over, stick it in. He wrapped his arms around his knees, huddling on the warming ceramic. It had hurt, had ripped him apart. He had bit his lip to stop the screams, and had held tight against the tears until Tai had pulled back, slapped him on the ass, and said, "Move it, bitch, I want to sleep."
He had proceeded to do just that, as Takeru ran for the bathroom, not bothering with his clothes or modesty. He had turned the water on warm, and scrubbed at his body, avoiding his backside due to the fiery ache.
The bastard hadn't even used oil, or lubrication.
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Author's note: You don't even have to say it. I'm an evil bitch, I know. You were warned, though.
Returning to the second bedroom turned office, after cleaning the kitchen, he found Tai at his computer, looking through one of his chapter files, reading his story. "What are you doing?" His voice came out loudly, but Tai only turned around with his little smile.
"Reading." He smirked as Takeru swallowed hard. "You're work is very interesting, my Takeru. This is about our adventures into the digital world, isn't it?"
"Yes." The brunette grinned at his forced reply.
"Hmm." He stood up and walked to stand in front of the younger man. "It's six-thirty now. We go to bed at nine. I rise at six. You will go to bed when I go. After I've finished with you, you may do whatever, except leave the apartment. I do expect to see you beside me when I wake up, however. You will serve me breakfast. At the table. And dinner will be ready at six when I get home. I eat lunch out."
"Yes." Takeru agreed, his eyes averted to a spot on the wall over Tai's right shoulder.
With a satisfied grin, Tai walked past him, disappearing into the living room. A moment later, Takeru heard the sounds of the television blaring. He sat down at his computer, opened the file he had been working on, and stared at the monitor. His brain refused to focus on the words already on the screen, his fingers unmoving over the keyboard. With a disgusted sigh, he closed the file, and opened a new one.
With a narrowed look in the general direction of the living room, he started typing, his hands flying over the keys.
[Many friends move away, and lose touch, but the digi-destined didn't. We stayed in the same area, not more than an hour away from our farthest friend. Even Mimi returned to Japan. We still held meetings, not to discuss the fate of the world, but to catch up on the events we miss while living our own lives. Every one made a point to attend, for fear that we'd fall apart from each other, never to reconcile again. It hurts to lose a friend, and we didn't want that to happen.]
A tanned hand reached out and it the sleep button on the computer. Takeru looked up, not masking the annoyance at the disruption. Tai merely turned away. The blonde looked at his watch, frowning at the hands that signaled that it was nine. He swallowed, stood up, and followed.
He entered the bedroom to see Tai leaning back against the headboard, dressed only in light pajama bottoms. With cold brown eyes, he looked over Takeru's clothed state, his lips twisting slightly. "Strip and get down on all fours."
"Excuse me?" Takeru was taken aback by the brusque command.
With a grunt, Tai pushed himself up from the bed. "You heard me, bitch. Take your clothes off, and get down on your hands and knees." The younger man was stunned. He had felt betrayed when Tai had started all this, but this was almost too much. He had hoped, someplace in the back of his mind, that it wouldn't actually going that far.
Tai was not only proving that hope wrong, he was basically illustrating how hopeless his situation was. No dignity, no pride, no gentleness. Just 'bend over and bear it'.
With numb hands, he pulled his shirt over his head, and started at the snap and zipper of his pants. His fingers were steady as the material fell to his ankles, and he stepped out of them. He looked at the bed as he slipped his underwear off, conscious of Tai's eyes on him.
"Now, kneel on the bed, put your ass in the air, and hang on tight." It was said cruelly, with no compassion for what Takeru was feeling. If there was a doubt in his head that he hated Tai, it was erased in that second.
[We suffered many things together. I lost my partner at one time. Things have a way of working out though. Just when you think that the pain will never end, it's all over. Done with before you can draw your next breath. And the relief of that moment is almost a painful thing.]
It hurt. The pain was horrible, wrenching. It brought the tears to overflowing, and the silent sobs racked his body.
He was sitting in the bottom of the bathtub, letting the water from the showerhead wash over him. At first, he could see the trails of blood as they twirled down the drain, but that had been almost an hour ago. The tears and pain didn't stop so easily.
There had been no preliminaries, no preparation. Just bend over, stick it in. He wrapped his arms around his knees, huddling on the warming ceramic. It had hurt, had ripped him apart. He had bit his lip to stop the screams, and had held tight against the tears until Tai had pulled back, slapped him on the ass, and said, "Move it, bitch, I want to sleep."
He had proceeded to do just that, as Takeru ran for the bathroom, not bothering with his clothes or modesty. He had turned the water on warm, and scrubbed at his body, avoiding his backside due to the fiery ache.
The bastard hadn't even used oil, or lubrication.
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Author's note: You don't even have to say it. I'm an evil bitch, I know. You were warned, though.