Here goes, the second part. I tried to deal with everybody in this chapter. AND to keep them in character… don't know if I succeeded, but I tried. Man, I don't think I'll EVER write another story focusing on this many different couples. Too confusing.
I disclaim. Not mine.
Thanks, as always, to Nyara. Luv oo babe!
Tai woke up with a start. Then squeezed his eyes closed and tried not to move. "My head hurts," he whispered.
"No wonder," Yolei snapped, watching him wince and hang onto his head. "How much you drank last night, it's a wonder your head's still attached to your SHOULDERS!"
A moan emerged from the blanket some considerate person had thrown over TK and Kari. "Someone turn the sun off…"
Izzy looked around, frowning. "Hey! Davis didn't come back last night. Anyone seen him?"
The only reply was a series of pained groans, as everyone in the campsite ignored the words that tried to penetrate the hungover fogs of their minds… and fell miserably back to sleep.
"Ngh…"
"Davish!" Demiveemon bounced happily onto the edge of the bed. "Davish, you're awake!"
Blankets. Warmth. Sunlight.
… pain.
Davis curled into a tight ball… and gasped at how much it hurt to move. "It hurts," he whimpered.
He felt warm paws holding his face. "I shmell blood, Davish! Are you okay?"
He could feel that, too… the movement had reopened some cut or tear, and he was slowly bleeding again. "I'll be okay, Demiveemon. It hurts right now… but I'll be okay." Looking around for a cloth- small room, homey, neatly set up, one locked window, one locked door- he spotted one on the bedside table. Wincing again, Davis took the cloth and gingerly used it to clean himself.
"Sho, you're Ken'sh mate now, right?"
"WHAT?!? … ow…" Whimpering, Davis readjusted his ears to his partner's lisp.
The in-training digimon sat back a little, red eyes wide. "Well… that thing you did, that's mating, right? So, aren't you mates now?" He frowned. "Wormmon told me all about it. He's pretty cool, even if he is always sad. But Ken didn't need to be so mean about it. I mean he really hurt you, Davis! You fell asleep when he was finished mating with you, and there was lots of blood… but he cleaned you up and brought both of us back in here. I've been waiting all day for you to wake up!"
"Sorry," he smiled gently.
Demiveemon glomped his head. "Mmm, Davis!"
Tears prickled Davis' throat, and he wrapped his digimon in his arms, not even pretending not to cry. "What's gonna happen to us, buddy? Is he just gonna keep doing this to me until he gets sick of it? I don't know if I can stand it again. I've never felt that much pain." Such hurt… such… violation…
The little green lizard buried his head into his partner's chest. "You'll be okay, Davis."
"The worst thing is…" Davis' voice sank to a whisper. "… if it hadn't hurt so much… I think I might have liked it." He whimpered softly. "There's something wrong with me… isn't there, buddy?"
"He's your mate, Davis. It's okay to like that stuff."
"Geez, Demiveemon, he's not my mate! He didn't do that because he cares about me. He did it because it was the one thing he could come up with that would cause the most pain." Rich brown eyes closed.
A velvety voice. "You should listen to your partner, Demiveemon."
Demiveemon jumped, looking up warily at the Kaizer and his Wormmon. "Don't hurt Davis any more, Ken! He needs time to heal!"
A smile twitched the corner of Ken's lip. Ignoring the in-training digimon's protest, the boy genius unclasped his cloak and let it flutter to the ground. His gloves followed a second later, and his boots. "Get off the bed, Demiveemon."
Violet eyes narrowed when Demiveemon showed no sign of moving.
"Wormmon! Remove this pest."
Behind Ken's back, Wormmon offered a nervous smile, and a nod, to his counterpart.
Demiveemon sighed, and hopped down. He did trust Wormmon's judgement, and, despite the evidence, he trusted Ken too. He might hurt Davis, but it would be alright in the end, Demiveemon knew…
… and no-one who could that tenderly care for another, that gently wiped spilled blood and seed from them, that lovingly gather up and carry the very one he'd wounded… no-one could do that and be truly evil.
Carefully, neatly, Ken was folding his outfit. He removed his visor, placing it on the folded fabric.
"Why can't you leave me alone!" Davis whispered pleadingly.
Again, Ken smiled. He lifted the blanket from Davis, and slipped beneath it, lying alongside his prisoner. "I'm not planning to hurt you again right now, Motimoya."
"Well, what do you want then?" snapped Davis. Against his will, he found his eyes locking with the violet orbs before him. Beautiful, Ken's eyes were beautiful.
A slender hand moved up to caress a tanned cheek. "Just be still, Davis. Be still. Let me do as I will."
Davis flinched away. "You can't be for real. Ken, you can't do that- you can't rape me and then expect me to make out with you!"
"Sure I can." He leaned closer, until his mouth was no more than an inch from Davis'… pulling his prisoner's hot breath into his lungs, breathing his own cool air back into Davis' mouth. Ken's eyes closed as he concentrated on the sensation. His hand reclaimed Davis' cheek, thumb feathering over skin. "Davis…" he sighed. "You're my prisoner. You'll do as I please."
Davis shivered. How could Ken be so cold? "I don't think so, Ken," he challenged.
Ken gave a low, throaty laugh… and moved his leg gently up between Davis' thighs. Laughed again, triumphantly, as Davis groaned. "You want me," he whispered.
Davis glared at him, hating his body for stirring even more under Ken's touch. "I'd want anybody who was naked in a bed with me, and sharing breath with me. I'm sixteen for fuck's sake."
"Sharing breath? Oh, I like that, Davis." Deliberately, Ken leaned closer, breathing even closer into Davis' mouth. "Sharing," he breathed, lips brushing once or twice across Davis' with the word- each touch sending electric shivers through both of them.
Helplessly, Davis lunged forward- but Ken danced lightly backward, keeping the distance between them constant.
"None of that, now," Ken smirked. "I'm in control, Davis."
Davis moaned again as light fingers traced up and down his spine. "… Ken…"
Ken gently threaded four words into his prisoner's mouth. "Do you want me?"
He gasped. "I- I want Kari!"
Sighing, the Kaizer pulled Davis hard against him. They both groaned softly. "Davis… do you want me?"
"Yes," Davis gasped helplessly. "Fuck yes!" He reached for the dark beauty beside him-
Who was pausing with his hand on the open door. "Good," Ken smiled. "Come, Wormmon."
"What the- ?" Davis tried to get up- and cried out at the suddenly reawakened pain. "Jesus, Ken, you can't do that!"
"Watch me," smirked Ken.
"You're gonna walk through your castle… butt-naked?"
Amazingly, Ken blushed. Muttered something under his breath, and admitted, "You may have a point." He walked calmly over to his discarded clothes and began to pull them on. Carefully. Not leaving a single wrinkle.
"You're just gonna leave now?"
Ken didn't answer his question directly. Instead he looked at Demiveemon, giving the tiniest hint of a smile. "There, lizard. I honoured your request. I'm giving him time." He glanced back at Davis. "Did I hurt you?" he cooed sweetly, pulling his gloves back on.
Davis opened his mouth to reply. Then closed it again, his brow furrowing… turned his face away.
"Did I?" teased Ken. He clasped his cloak.
Pulling away from Wormmon's side, Demiveemon clambered back onto the bed. "Are you okay, Davis?"
"I'll be fine," he answered shortly, pulling his digimon under the covers with him.
Ken's eyes narrowed- then vanished beneath his visor. "Fine, Motimoya; if that's the way you want it!" He stormed a few steps toward the door.
Davis looked up when there was no door slamming.
The digimon emperor's slender form was silhouetted in the doorway. "The door was open just now, Davis. My back was turned. You could have left."
After a moment's pause- I could have, couldn't I- Davis replied. "It hurts to move, Kaizer. I'm not going anywhere."
Only missing Wormmon's tail by a fraction of an inch, the door closed.
Demiveemon looked up at his partner. "I didn't think he did hurt you, Davis."
Davis sighed. "Oh, he did."
TK threw a glance over his shoulder, the wind threatening to tear his hat off. Yes, Nefertimon and Halsemon were still visible, close enough that he could even make out their riders. He waved, noting Kari's returning thumbs-up with a wave of warmth.
He and Kari had always been best of friends. And, despite Davis' obvious attraction to her, neither of them had really seemed to feel that way about anybody else. It would seem that they, well… that TK and Kari were destined to be together.
And it just felt so right, too!
Well, maybe not last night… TK couldn't remember exactly what had happened, but he was pretty sure they'd done a few… uh… private things in front of other people. He'd rather not do that again. He smiled privately. Not in front of other people.
He shook his head to refocus. And looked quickly at his D3. They were closing in on Davis' signal… he nudged Pegasusmon's side with his knee to correct their course slightly. It was only the three of them at the moment, as Digmon couldn't hope to keep up with the flying digimon. Cody and his partner would join them at a signal, if they needed to fight… which was very likely.
"I hope they find him," Matt mused.
"Ah, they will," shrugged Izzy.
The two guys were supposed to be gathering firewood. The archetypical excuse for disappearing for a while- in this case, to talk privately, discussing their problems about the other two guys around. They had currently found a fallen log to sit on, and were currently making use of it.
The blond stretched lazily. "I- I was gonna tell Tai today. I'd decided to, you know… but I couldn't."
"Yeah." The redhead nodded. "I know what you mean. You were very brave to tell me, and I'm not even the one you were after."
"Hmm… maybe. Hey, Izzy, does anyone else know, you know, about you?"
Izzy shrugged. "I haven't told anybody else."
"Me neither." Matt stretched again. "Never done anything with a guy, either. Not even kissed…"
"Hmm…" agreed Izzy. And blinked. "Matt, are you suggesting…"
Blushing a little, not looking at him, Matt nodded. "Might be a good idea. Just once, you know? Just to find out if we really do like that kind of stuff."
"I… maybe, once…" Izzy blushed hard as Matt ran an experimental hand across his cheek. "Just once," he whispered. "You can pretend I'm Tai…"
Matt ducked his head. "Uh… I think I might… pretend you're Izzy." He leaned a little closer, shyly. "One of my best friends, who's going to let me have this one kiss…"
"How long are those two going to take?" complained Tai, pacing up and down. "What the hell are they doing out there?"
Joe shrugged, casting an uneasy glance into the trees. "I'm sure it's not anything like that, Tai. They're not like that, remember?"
Tai sighed.
"I know."
Another sigh.
"I wish he was, though."
"Yeah."
"Sometimes… I have these dreams, you know? Really- really hot dreams." A third sigh. "I'll go down on him, and oh, he tastes so sweet; and then he lets me fuck him senseless."
The other chuckled. "In the meantime, I'll have Matt in the hot tub. That ass… I could do it all day."
"What- what if they are doing that, out there?"
"I think we should go check."
"… yeah."
The two youths scrambled to their feet. "C'mon, we can track their digivices."
They left the campsite behind them devoid of humans, guarded only by four digimon- Sora and Mimi had left earlier that morning.
"Hey, getting close," Tai commented a few minutes later.
Joe put a finger to his lips.
There they were- their two targets, sitting side by side on a log.
As the observers observed, a blushing Matt raised a hand to the cheek of an equally blushing Izzy, delivering a gentle caress.
Tai clapped a hand over his mouth. He felt- shocked. Disappointed. Betrayed. And… against his own will, aroused…
Some words were exchanged, far too softly for the watchers to hear… the blond leaned closer to the redhead, a nervous, intent look hanging between them.
Joe's fists were clenched. How dare they? Matt was really going to kiss Izzy!
Their lips met, gently, shyly-
Matt leaned into the touch, softly moaning-
Some sort of cataclysmic change swept over Izzy, and suddenly the redhead was pouncing on Matt, kissing him voraciously, hands frantically exploring the taller youth's skin.
Both onlookers choked. One at Izzy's boldness, the other at Matt's acceptance.
Izzy was obviously too distracted to hear them, but Matt froze. Startled blue eyes locked with Tai's… he pushed Izzy away.
Yep, the nasty bitch is gonna leave it there. Mwa ha ha ha ha! Next time I post, you'll get to find out who Tai and Joe are after… I think I left it neatly unclear… and how the four of them respond to this interrupted kiss! I'll try and get more Kensuke in it as well.
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