Disclaimer: You know Digimon doesn't belong to me. You know it.
Hey there. This is a really weird fanfiction. It involves lots of people being very confused and just about everybody being hurt. It includes just about every genre I could think of. It's a lot of fun to write.
Enjoy!
A picnic in the digital world. Great idea. Sure.
Matt buried his face in his hands. This was such a disaster. The only good thing about it was seeing Gabumon again. He freed a hand to scratch the head-fur of the digimon whose chin was resting on his knee. To sit here and watch these eleven young adults spilling over with sexual tension, all of them at least mildly intoxicated… and not be able to do anything about it!
He tried not to look at where a drunken Tai was leaning closer to Sora, clumsily stroking her leg. It hurt to see that.
This was so stupid. The blond took another swig from his bottle of Jack Daniels.
Whoops, Tai was falling over. Sora pushed him off her lap, and then the drunken goggle-boy was asleep on the grass. How typical.
Another swig for Yama-kun. And- oh my God, what is Kari doing? The poor girl had obviously had way more to drink than she should have. She had been sitting with TK, both of them giggling together, and for no reason whatsoever she was starting to remove articles of clothing.
Fortunately, she had stopped at underwear, and he could clearly hear her ask TK: "You want to touch 'em, Takeru? I'll let you. Just you."
Matt winced.
Davis apparently, understandably, was upset. He broke off his conversation with Mimi mid-sentence and stormed off into the woods… only staggering a bit.
Davis' mind was whirling furiously as he made his way into the wood. First of all, getting all turned on by seeing Kari lose her clothes- and then to hear her say those words to TK. He felt devastated.
'Just you.'
It was for real. She really didn't feel anything for him. She never would.
The brunette sank to his knees, resting his forehead against a tree.
"How fitting."
Slowly, groggily, he looked up.
The digimon emperor was standing above him, hands on his narrow hips. His cloak was flaring impressively, eyes hidden by his dark visor. "Indeed. How fitting you should kneel at my feet, you puny weakling."
"Get stuffed, Ken." Davis tried shakily to rise to his feet, but a harsh whipcrack kept him down.
"My name is not Ken!" he snarled. "Take him, Seadramon!"
The huge digimon appearing from between the trees reached for Davis, gripping his torso carefully in it's wickedly sharp teeth.
"Nooo!" Veemon leapt forward, already tired from running after his friend, but bravely trying to use his 'V-headbutt' on the huge dragon-type digimon.
"Bwah hah hah! That's not funny," mocked Ken. "Look here, you pathetic little lizard, your partner is far too sozzled to help you digivolve, and you have absolutely no chance of defeating me anyway!"
Veemon glared at him, little fists clenched. "You'll never get away with this!"
The Kaizer almost wet himself laughing. "Now that is funny," he managed.
Red eyes narrowed.
"Seriously, Veemon, I will make you an offer. If you surrender to me, I will allow you to accompany your digidestined and care for his health in my captivity. I guarantee he will need it."
"Veemon, no! Don't do it!"
Seadramon gave Davis a vicious shake, and he fell silent.
Helplessly, Veemon bowed his head. "I'll do what I have to do."
Grinning in triumph, Ken seized his victim by the scruff of the neck and sprang to Seadramon's back.
The serpentine form vanished into the distance.
Matt shrugged a little. He needed to talk to someone, and finally, he was drunk enough to do so. He stood up, patting Gabumon apologetically. "Hey Izzy! Can I talk to you for a minute?"
The redhead shut his laptop. Though he'd never show it, he was a little flustered at having the beautiful blond ask that. "Sure, Matt, whatever."
Matt grabbed Izzy's arm, giving him a reassuring smile, and led him a small way into the trees. He didn't even notice how badly his fellow digidestined was sweating and twitching in nerves before he launched into his confession.
"Uh- Izzy… I've never told anyone this before, but… uh… I think I might be… gay."
Izzy jumped, truly startled.
Fists clenching in frustration, Matt turned away. "I'm sorry. I never should have told you. I never should have told anyone." He started to stalk away.
"Wait."
"Why?" snapped Matt crankily. "So you can call me a couple of names and tell me how disgusting I am?"
Izzy lowered his head. "Do you really think that little of me, Matt?"
Finally, Matt stopped. He leaned one arm against a tree, sighed heavily, and hung his head. "Honestly, Izzy, I wouldn't blame you. If you knew the things I think about… the things I want to do… the things I want done to me…"
Woah, nosebleed. Izzy wiped his face off with his sleeve before Matt could turn back around.
And then all his hopes were crushed to the ground.
"If Tai ever found out he'd never forgive me."
"T- Tai?"
"Yeah. I can't help it. I think I'm really in love with him." Another sigh. "He's so… I don't know. Frustrating. Infuriating. Amazing. If he felt the same way, we'd have such an awesome time!"
Izzy shuddered. For a few beautiful moments, he'd thought Matt might have been making a move on him…
Suddenly Matt straightened up, every line tense. He turned slowly around.
Izzy tried to look away… but the look in Matt's sea-blue eyes caught him. Wary, cautious, stunned…
"Oh God Izzy, I'm sorry. I didn't realise…"
Bitterly, the redhead turned away.
"Izzy…" Matt stepped closer, bravely stroking Izzy's averted cheek. "I'm sorry, really. If I had any idea you felt this way, it wouldn't have been you I told. I'm sorry."
"Oh, don't bother," sniffed Izzy.
Matt cupped Izzy's face in his hands, his expression intent. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Izzy, you know you're a really hot guy, right? It's just that… well… I'm in love with Tai." He dropped his eyes apologetically.
Izzy sighed, and gently touched one of the hands that rested on his face. "Thanks, Matt." He smiled. "That does help."
In an odd form of benediction, Matt placed a shy kiss on Izzy's forehead. Then stepped back a little, giving them both some space. "I'm sorry. I've had more to drink than I should have."
"It's okay." Izzy blushed a little. "Matt, I must admit that I'm disappointed you don't feel the same as I do, but I am glad you chose to confide in me. Thank you." His eyes sparkled. "You don't mind if I go after Joe, do you?"
He couldn't help giving a relieved laugh. "Knock yourself out, buddy." Grinning, Matt looked up. "I'm glad I dragged you out here. Now we both have someone to talk to, ne?"
Dark. It was totally dark. He couldn't see anything, hear anything… There was a faint musky smell, one he couldn't place. Cold stone beneath him. A feeling of cold, and vast space about him.
"V- Veemon?" he asked groggily. "… anyone?"
The only reply meeting his words was a low, satisfied chuckle. Davis pushed himself shakily to his hands and knees. Cold, it was cold… he was naked. Butt naked. All he was wearing was his goggles.
"Stay… right… there." Rich words issuing from the utter darkness. Gloating.
Frantically, the leader of the digidestined tried to stand up… but something was holding him down. He whimpered. A hand. A huge, scaled hand pressing on his lower back. "Let me go, dammit!"
"Hn hn hn hn hn. Not likely, Davis." A leathery snap, some distance away. "Are you ready, Ogremon?"
Davis wasn't nearly as stupid as he acted. He gasped in fear. "No! No, you can't do this to me!" Helplessly, futilely, the brunette thrashed. He could feel something huge lowering itself behind him. Ogremon? Vaguely, he remembered seeing a picture of that thing. It was huge.
"I am ready, Master."
This was really going to hurt. He sobbed once, before reining his fear back. "Why, Ken?"
A soft growl. "My name's not Ken."
"Why? Why this?"
Ken's answer was swift. "I want to see you hurt. I want to see you humiliated. I want to see you broken. And… I want to see you fucked."
Davis trembled. "You can't see anything. It's dark."
"My visor is infra-red. I can see plenty." A pause; he could imagine Ken rubbing his hands together. "I hope you scream, Motimoya. You'll try not to, oh, how you'll try! But you won't be able to help yourself. You'll scream."
"No." Terrified, but holding on, Davis took a few gasping breaths. And spoke. "Once, Ken, you called me your 'worthy adversary'. If you have any respect for my honour… or your own… you won't make him do this."
Silence.
"Ken, please… anything rather than this."
Dead silence.
"Even- you, you sick bastard- even if you had the guts to do it yourself, that would be better."
A sharp breath. A few steps. "Davis… think that through carefully."
"I mean it." Ken, at least, was human-sized… and, in a really odd kind of way, attractive… "If you want to see me fucked, have the decency- the honour- to fuck me yourself."
Pause for due consideration. "Ogremon- leave."
"Yes, Master." Shuffling of heavy feet, and a door being closed.
Breathing hard, Davis stayed where he was. Shit. This was really gonna happen. He was gonna get raped. Raped. By a guy. By Ken.
"I'm giving you ten minutes whilst I prepare. Ten. What would you do in that time?"
Steps were moving a slow circuit about him. Davis sat back on his heels. "I wanna ask you some questions."
"Ask away." Rustle of fabric falling to the floor.
"Where's Veemon? Please tell me he can't see this."
"He's safe. Unhurt, for now. Wormmon is restraining him." More fabric.
"Where is he?"
A sigh. "Behind a wall here. One-way, infra-red sensitive glass. He will see everything."
Roaring blindly, Davis leapt for the source of that infuriating voice. Naturally he missed. Hitting the floor was painful. So was the lash of the whip across his back. He felt his skin burn, and a moment later, thick warmth trickled along it. "Ah! God dammit! Ken, you bastard… don't make him watch this. Please. Anything but that."
"I could always bring Ogremon back. Really, Davis; this is how you choose to waste your last… eight minutes?"
Davis snarled wordlessly, struggling to his feet. The cut from the whip felt awful.
"You're bleeding," Ken observed softly. "I hit you harder than I intended to." Was there a trace of… regret, in those words? No, there couldn't be.
"Like you care," spat Davis.
More cloth falling. "Six minutes now. Nothing you want? Nothing I should do, perchance?" Like kiss you, Davis?
"You could… you could go and get some lubricant. Or some baby oil. Or something. Or, better yet, Ken! You could lock yourself out of this room. That'd do fine."
"Any serious requests, pretty-boy? Five."
"Don't do this." Slowly, Davis slumped to his knees. "Do I have to beg?"
"You know it wouldn't do any good. But feel free to try."
"I hate you," Davis ground out.
Ken sighed gently, "Of course you do. It doesn't change a thing, Motimoya, you know that too."
The cinnamon-haired digidestined sobbed in frustration. "You really get off on this, don't you? You sick fuck." Involuntarily, he cried out at a soft touch… a hand moving along his shoulders.
"I do. I… do. And soon, you will too, little pet." Ken slipped both hands into that short, rowdy hair, loving the way the coarse locks caressed his fingers. "Whether you like it or not. One minute."
"You- you're not… I can't go when this is done?" cried Davis, his eyes squeezed shut.
A quiet laugh. "Not a chance." Ken's fingers traced lightly down Davis' neck and out across his shoulders… then, with surprising strength for one so slender, pushed his adversary down to hands and knees. He knelt behind him, clasping his hips.
Davis gasped in sudden, mind-blowing fear. "Please! Oh, please god no, oh, please, don't!"
He fought it as long as he could, but Ken was right. Davis did end up screaming.
"Really? Oh, wow."
"Yeah," Matt sighed. "And he looks so good like that, mmm, with all the water running down him, and his hair all… aaah…" He leaned back against the tree, closing his eyes in remembrance.
"Prodigious. I never get to see Joe naked."
The blond chuckled. "Oh, hey, I guess I'm just lucky. He kinda thinks nothing of it. Whenever we're having a sleepover Tai just assumes that we should take showers together. It's all I can do not to jump him."
"Well, why don't you?" grinned Izzy. They shared an evil snigger.
"Maybe next time I should," Matt mused.
"Maybe? Definitely!"
Matt yawned again. "I think I had too much to drink, Izzy."
Hey, whacha think? Lots more to come, don't worry… I might be an evil bitch but I'm not gonna leave my favourite dudes like this! Review and tell me to get bloody writing!!!