by Terrie (striket@stu.beloit.edu)
Author's Notes: Look out below! We have m/m up ahead. If this bother's you, I suggest you take your cue form Monty Python and "Run Away!" Seriously, folks, there are warning at the beginning and warnings here. So if you come looking and are angry about what you found.... Tough. You knew what it was. You may not like the couples I like, but remember, it probably works both ways. Miko's about six, putting Ken and company at about 16 or 17.
Ken looked down at Miko. The first two fingers of her left hand had worked their way to her mouth and she sucked noisily at them. Ken slipped them out of her mouth and tucked the blankets more tightly around her. He slipped into the hallway and carefully shut the door behind him. "She's asleep."
Daisuke slipped an arm around Ken's waist. "When are your parents going to be home?"
"Not for a few hours."
"That's good." He managed to work his fingers underneath Ken's shirt and ran them lightly across the skin at the small of his back. Ken gasped in surprised and jerked forward into Daisuke's arms.
Daisuke nuzzled the other boy's neck. "I think I like this."
"Don't."
"Why not?"
"Because if we don't move, we're going to wake Miko up."
"Fine." Daisuke grinned. "Couch or bed?"
The thought of Daisuke in his bed was tempting, but had too much chance to get out of hand. They were supposed to be baby-sitting Miko. "Couch. You are horrid."
"Maybe. But you like it." Daisuke swung Ken up into his arms, then marched over to dump him on the couch. He looked down at Ken. "You are so beautiful."
Ken stretched out on the couch, striking a decadent pose. "Only for you, love. Always for you."
Daisuke pressed his lips to Ken's throat, feeling the his pulse beneath his tongue. Ken slipped his hands beneath Daisuke's shirt to run his hands along the other boy's spine and ribs. Daisuke shivered under the assault. His hands reached down to skim Ken's waistline and he suppressed the urge to reach lower. A sudden noise made him look up. Miko stood there, his D-terminal in her hands. She held it out to Ken.
"I got up to get a drink of water and it beeped at me. Do you have to go into the computer? Can I go with you?" She suddenly turned to Daisuke. "Are you going to kiss him again?"
Daisuke buried his face in Ken's chest and laughed, while Ken tried to lever him off so that he could sit up and take the D-terminal from Miko. He read over the message, then tossed the device to Daisuke. "You should go. It sounds pretty severe."
"You're not coming?"
"Someone has to stay here with Miko, and Wormmon can't armour-digivolve. It's better if you go."
"But what if I need you to DNA digivolve?"
"Is that what they're calling it these days?" mumbled Ken, before adding, a bit more loudly, "If you need me, just call."
"Got it." Daisuke planted a kiss on his cheek, then took off down the hall for Ken's room an the computer within.
Miko looked up at her brother. "How come I never get to go into the computer?"
"You're too young." Ken swung her up into his arms. "Now, back to bed with you."
The End