Ice on my Fingers

Chapter 4

Disclaimer: If I owned Digimon there would be a lot more random kissing, and there would be no way I'd allow anyone to get their dirty scissors on it. And of course, Episode 50 wouldn't have happened. Unless I did an Episode 51, where T.K. confessed it was all a joke.

Warnings: My previous warnings are probably all coming into play for this chapter. Homosexual and Hetrosexual relationships. Incest. kinda. TAKARI is still the main pairing, mistaken TAKEN/KENKERU, YAMACHI, YAMAJUN, slight KENSUKE, and SORA-ANYTHING-WITH-LEGS (and some without). Oh and Sora bashing. Obviously.

Dedication: I (Dria, the main authoress, who thought up the plot and wrote the story) have decided to dedicate this story to my secret (or not so secret) crush. Even if she doesn't read this, she's still cute. *smiles innocently and saunters off*. K-chan and I also want to give a shout out to the reviewer who made us get off our butts and write this, congratulations, that's no easy task.

Yamato scowled, where the hell was his younger brother. The prince would be here soon, and if he was forced to shame the house of Ishida by explaining Takeru's absence he would be. less then pleased.

Just as Yamato was about to seriously injure the slave who'd been unable to find his brother, the blond haired demon himself hurried into the room, the prince on his heels and a faint pink blush across his cheeks.

Hmm, so that was how the Prince swung, no surprise there but Takeru. Hadn't he been interested in that kitchen maid?

Takeru slid into his seat as inconspicuously as possible, which considering that he sat next to Matt at the head of the table, wasn't really all that inconspicuous. Ken gave him an embarrassed smile and slid into the seat directly across from him at the left of Matt's date.

Yamato clapped his hands, "Let the feast begin."

Sora leaned forward to smile pleasantly at Ken, "My dear Prince, whatever brings you all the way out here? Not simply for the pleasure of our company I'm sure." She fluttered her eyelashes.

Ken mentally recoiled, after all the things he'd heard about Lady Sora simply the thought of touching her filled him with horror. He wouldn't touch that woman with a 10 foot barge pole.

"The court fast became lonely without your younger brother's entertaining presence." Ken informed the lady with a forced smile.

Sora's face fell, "I see."

Yamato eyed his sister with distaste, the Prince as well, as if it wasn't obvious he was gay. Speaking of which, Yamato leaned over to his younger brother,

"So, is Prince Ken a good kisser?"

"Better then Sora," Takeru's head snapped up, "I mean, I wouldn't know?"

Yamato laughed, "Of course not brother dear, although I am proud of you for thinking of house honour at the time we need it most."

It took a moment for the implications to sink in. His older brother thought he'd arranged to further his relationship with his best friend for the political position of their house.

Takeru felt indignation rise, "*If* I had a relationship with Ken, it would be based on mutual respect and trust."

Yamato sighed, it was obvious his naïve younger brother had fallen head- over-heels for the Prince, "Takeru, you realise you're an Ishida, and therefore he'll never make an honest man of you."

Takeru growled angrily, "I have no intention of ever marrying Ken," He yelled.

The entire hall went silent as every head turned to stare at the younger blond haired lord, including Kens own.

"I. that is, what I mean is." Takeru sweated.

Ken tried to hide his amusement and Sora raised an eyebrow.

Jun looked somewhat confused, her cinnamon brown eyes scrutinising Takeru's slender figure, "I'm sure he would make a fine queen, were he dressed in Ymani silk and Dhimari's."

Yamato's eyes narrowed, "Are you trying to imply my brother would dress in women's clothing?"

Jun shrugged, "If you'll sleep with your sister who's to say what he might do."

Ken laughed and hastily the rest of the room joined in. Yamato glared at the young Prince, and still laughing, Ken glared back.

Standing Yamato made an imperious gesture and smirked down at Jun,

"I would like to present to my guests, and the. honourable," Yamato looked as if the word had left a dirty taste in his mouth, "Prince Ken, an exotic flower from far away lands."

Jun stiffened as her gaze shifted to the still smirking Yamato.

"My untouched concubine, Daymouse. A present for the illustrious Prince Ken, should my brother not sate his princely appetite."

Both Takeru and Ken attempted to sink into their chairs, faces flushed an unhealthy shade of red as scantily dressed women danced around the room.

Sora leered at one of the unfortunate women and pulled the dancer closer using the transparent silk she wore across her breasts,

"Join me in my chambers tonight."

The woman who couldn't have been more then 15 nodded nervously and tried to regain her position amongst the dancers before she was punished.

The dancers whirled to the doorway and a boy, wearing even less then the dancers was pushed through the door.

Daisuke looked around in distress, he didn't understand what he was supposed to do. He stumbled forward his confusion dissipating as he saw Jun standing at the head of the table. A smile crept onto his face at the sight of his sister and protector,

"Jun!" He called, "I'm okay! No one's hurt me!"

Ken felt something stir in his lower regions as the red-haired boy smiled in his direction, Ken couldn't understand what the boy had said, but the smile on his face could have lit up the palace for a week.

"Beautiful." He said absently his eyes fixed on the redhead.

Jun cursed at Daisuke's words, he had no way to know he'd just been given as a concubine to the prince who couldn't keep his sword in his pants.

"Your promise you break!" Jun cursed the blonde leaping for his neck, "You has kill him! Forfeit the life of-" Whatever title the girl had intended to give her brother was cut off as the guards caught her and dragged her from the room.

Daisuke stared after her, "Jun!" Then, "Jun!" He chased the guards angrily, and was caught.

Yamato glared at the boy, "Take him to the Prince's chambers. He will await Prince Ken's pleasure. Now, bring in the dessert."

Ken watched the boy being pulled out of the room until Takeru kicked him under the table, with a hissed, "Ken!"

Yamato growled under his breath, it seemed his plan hadn't worked as well as he might have hoped. Takeru was jealous of Ken's concubine.

The servants hurried in and set down a chocolate pudding frosted with some sort of white sauce.

Takeru stared at the dessert, and remembering the events he'd witnessed in the kitchen earlier that day set down his spoon and stood,

"Excuse me. I've suddenly lost my appetite." With a rather green tinge around his lips Takeru spun and ran from the room.

Ken stared at the pudding that had been placed in front of him.

"I don't believe I can eat another bite Lord Yamato, though I thank you for your hospitality. Excuse me." With that Ken walked swiftly out the room after Takeru.

The moment the door closed the room become a buzz with whispered comments and conversation, pertaining to the relationship between young Lord Takeru and his Royal suitor.

Yamato wasn't surprised to hear one of his cousins comment that it was about time Takeru's Ishida side showed.

He stared down at the pudding, absently musing over the white sauce, if he didn't know any better he would have sworn it was.

"What's the matter brother dearest?" Sora asked, studying the sauce on her fingers, "I had this prepared especially for you."

"As much as I hate to disappoint you dear sister, like the prince, my appetite lies somewhere else."

Sora shrugged and lapped the sauce off her fingers, "Your loss."

~~~

Ruki leered down at Hikari,

"It seems your lord's pleasures lie elsewhere little bird. This is your last chance to accept my protection."

Hikari spat at the girls feet, "I wouldn't fuck you if my life depended on it. You're despicable, and no lie you can create will ever make me that desperate."

Ruki laughed, "Well guess what little birdie, it's the truth. Your precious little Takeru's found a bigger bed to fill. The Prince's in fact, and you can hardly compete with that. Apparently they've been fucking for years."

Hikari clenched her fists, how dare that son of the bitch of bitches lie to her? Well. she'd give him a piece of her mind, and maybe next time he'd think before accepting a piece of that bratty Prince's arse.

~~~

Daisuke sniffed and wiped at his nose with what would have been his sleeve, had he been wearing any clothes. Futilely he tugged at the chain connected to the leather collar around his neck. It made him feel like one of his fathers hounds, but even his fathers dogs were treated better than this. They were certainly breaking The Code by doing this.

He gave the chain one final yank before abandoning it for his studded collar. The clasp was difficult and he quickly realised that he wouldn't be able to undo it without seeing it.

Tears welled in his brown eyes and he pulled the bed sheet up in the hopes it would cover enough of his bare skin to put his tormenter off. Didn't anyone understand? In just a few hours he'd be dead.

~~~

Damn those Ishida's, he'd known it was a mistake coming here, and now they were trying to pull him into their sick twisted web, and Takeru had kissed him. Takeru!

Ken rubbed at his mouth again, disgusted. It wasn't that Takeru was ugly - he wasn't - Ken just didn't like blonds. And no offence to Takeru, who knew where he'd been, he was related to Lady Sora and Lord Yamato after all. Their whole family was... well quite frankly they were a pack of sluts. Talented enough, but Ken preferred heart over body.

And as for the dessert, if he hadn't known better he would have sworn it was...

He rubbed at his mouth again shuddering - he wouldn't put it past Lady Sora.

"Hey there Princy Boy," A loud brash female voice caught his attention.

Ken stared at the wench; didn't the Ishida servants have any respect for their betters? He sighed, given that the Ishida's had likely slept with all of them... he doubted it.

Miyako circled the prince, eying his shapely buttock licentiously, "Well, it seems inbreeding does have it perks."

Ken decided he probably should take offence at that,

"My parents were second cousins thank you very much."

Miyako laughed coquettishly, "Such courtly manners Prince Ken... it's such a turn on. Would you like to watch me masturbate - I'll even let you help."

She waggled her lavender eyebrows suggestively.

Ken recoiled; who was this woman? She certainly was acting like a servant... or even a common concubine.

"Who are you?"

Miyako smiled, pressing closer to him, "My name is irrelevant, what matters is our passion!"

Her fingers crept inside his coat.

"Madam!" He burst out mortified.

"Oh come now Prince Ken, don't be so shy. If you've slept with Takeru you can hardly claim to be virginal."

"I'm not a virgin!" Ken replied missing the point, "I've slept with many people. Many, many people. Beautiful, wealthy ones too - and I didn't pay them."

Miyako laughed low in her throat, "I see. Very well than, just a kiss."

Ken gagged as the girl sauntered off down the hall - that was disgusting. She'd just kissed him. A blond and a woman - why couldn't he get the ones he wanted! Although she had got his name right at least...

Hastily he redid his belt, he wasn't quite sure when she'd managed undo it, or why he hadn't noticed, then off towards his chambers.

He paused as he felt something dig into his leg, and reached into his pants to pull out a rolled up scroll of paper.

'My Master, Lord Izumi wishes to speak with you, Princy-Boy. He'll meet you when he wishes, where he wishes. Be prepared Lover.

-Miyako The Conquerer.

Curious and curiouser.

And what the hell did she mean 'The Conquerer'?!?

He needed to get out of this place, and the fact that he had a gorgeous little red head waiting for him in his chambers wasn't helping matters any.

He pushed the door open and stared. Instead of a shyly smiling "virgin" - like anything Lord Ishida possessed could really stay virginal for long - the little redhead was sobbing pitifully, sheets tugged off the bed to cover his nude body, as he stood as far away from the bed as the chain would allow him.

Ken didn't know what kind of kinks Lord Ishida had, but an unwilling lover wasn't a turn on for him.

"Hey... you..." He tried feebly.

The boy met his eyes fearfully and the sheet dropped as the boy stared at him completely petrified.

Ken swallowed hoarsely, although he knew that the boy was unwilling he couldn't help but acknowledge that he had a -fantastic- body.

He walked over as slowly and non-threateningly as his body would allow. The boy didn't move a muscle, although his eyes tracked Ken, tears still leaking from the corners.

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you," Ken promised crouching to pick up the sheet. He forced his eyes away from the body, and draped the sheet around his shoulders once again.

"I'll see Lord Ishida about your clothes..." Ken promised, trying to convey his sincerity.

Daisuke pulled the sheet tighter, "Thank you," He whispered.

Ken blinked, he understood that... kind of. He was starting to wish he'd paid more attention in class instead of throwing spit balls at Takeru.

Right, he could do this, he could vaguely remember the ritual greeting, "Sohatara Hashama Ken e Ichijouji."

Daisuke blinked a couple of times, carefully translating the garbled, badly accented and very old-fashion greeting.

By the grace of the Goddess of The Desert Sands I pray that you shall accept my unworthy presence and know that my name is Ken of Ichijouji.

Man did this guy need to get out more. Daisuke debated whether or not to give the traditional answer:

I graciously accept your unwanted presence in the land of my forbears and bid you know your betters name is Daisuke of the Nine Deserts.

Instead he settled for tapping his chest as he had with Taichi, and spoke his name simply,

"Daisuke."

The boy smiled, "Day-skay," He said the name as if it were precious. Pathetic.

~~~

Ken sighed, what a beautiful and exotic name for such a beautiful and exotic creature. Now if only he could remember something else in Daisuke's language, he didn't think asking where the bathroom was would be appropriate, and he'd never really paid attention when Osamu lectured him.

There was a terrifying roar outside the room and Ken stumbled backwards, knocking Daisuke onto the bed underneath him as the door flung open and Lord Ishida's dinner companion burst in, holding a sword which had obviously been commandeered from one of his bodyguards.

Ken eeped as the girl hissed something he wouldn't even try to translate and draped what appeared to be a black handkerchief over her nose and mouth as she advanced on him still holding the sword.

Daisuke swore under his breath and pushed Ken over as he leapt to his feet,

"Jun, stop!"

The girl did so, her eyes wide as she took in the studded collar and chain connecting him to the headboard.

"I'll kill them for your dishonour. You are the heir to the Nine Deserts, they have no right to chain you like a common whore. He will pay in blood."

Daisuke cast a look at the Prince who stared at him with such trust,

"He didn't touch me Jun. I will not let you hurt him. That is an order!"

Jun's eyes narrowed, "You wouldn't dare choose him for a mate! It's forbidden! You're not ready yet."

The thought had not even occurred to Daisuke, but he couldn't let Jun get away with telling him what to do, "I'll do whatever I like. You're not the boss of me." He stomped his foot and pouted childishly.

Jun's eyes softened though she did not lower the sword, "It is my duty to kill you if you are touched Daisuke."

Daisuke's softened as well, "I hadn't even thought of it Jun. Just don't kill him. He wants to help us."

"He wants to take your favours as your own!"

Daisuke blushed furiously, "Even if he did, I would mind, so long as he waited till I was ready."

Jun stalked past him, clutching a handful of Ken's shirt, "Hurt my brother, die you will. To the ends of the earth the maidens will hunt you."

Ken blinked in shock as Jun lowered her lips to Ken's and kissed him.

Three times today he'd been kissed now, by a blond and two women no less. Life really wasn't fair,

He looked mournfully at Daisuke, "Why don't I ever get kissed by the people I like?"

Jun glared and fluffed her hair, "That bad looking I am not."

Ken sighed, "If you lost the breasts I'd be interested."

"Ah," She nodded understanding, "Another one." She looked pointedly at her younger brother.

Ken was struck by inspiration, perhaps he could impress her with his mastery of their language, "Sohatara Hashama Ken e Ichijouji."

Jun stiffled a laugh, replying traditionally as she suspected her brother had not, "Suke na Des Da Mar Jun a Dia Non."

Ken smiled, "Nice to meet you. My cousin taught me only a little of your language."

"Name of your cousin is?" Jun asked curiously.

"Osamu e Ichijouji," Ken replied smiling.

Jun's eyes widened, "Take me to him you will."

Ken blinked, "ah. sure. Later, okay?"

Koushiro slid unobtrusively through the open door, "Good evening Prince Ken, I see you have guests."

Jun spun and lunged at him with the sword she'd earlier lowered, "You!"

Koushiro gave a courtly, "I apologise dear lady."

Ken blinked, "What's going on here?"

Koushiro smirked, "Now that really would require quite a bit of explaining... how much are you willing to pay me?"

To Be Continued... One Day...