Title: Kaisers Engle
Rating: R Pairing: Kaiser/Takeru, and one sided Daisuke/Takeru Chapter: One Summary: The Kaiser finally decides to take action in favor of his love of Takeru, only problem is, Takeru doesn't like being kidnapped and kept away from his friends and family. Disclaimer: I made no money in the making of this fan fiction. If you sue me, then all you'll get is 15 cents and some pocket lint, 'cause that's all I have. Warnings: Ummm...yea, it goes a lot off track of the actual show, and there is a lot of non-consensual stuff in here. By: Wallflower Author Notes: I made this fic for my friend Hannah, and Ali, who seem to enjoy reading what I write and one of them just happens to be slightly addicted to it, and whispers the word 'Omi' to me at all times.
The Digimon Kaiser smirked as he watched his golden haired Angel struggle through the forest. It had been pathetically easy to get his Angel away from the Digibrats, but that was okay, it just made it easier to get his Angel into the arms of someone far more deserving then the goggle head brat. Like myself perhaps?
I let a frown crease my face as my Angel stumbled and fell, scraping his knees and palms in the process. I waved a hand and the Airdamon lowered themselves down to where he was, I didn't bother with any long winded speeches about how I was the Almighty Digimon Kaiser, Takeru-chan would realize this soon enough.
Suddenly my Angels weak little Patamon sent out a rather useless boom- bubble blast at me, which the Airdamon blocked with its tail. I smirked and waved my hand; a Tyranomon reached out and caught it in its hand.
My Angels face went from confused and frightened to angry in less then a heartbeat. He was up off his knees and glaring at me, his large blue eyes narrowed at me in slight hatred.
"Put Patamon-chan down you creep!" he shouted at me. I blinked behind my sinister gold and purple glasses and arched an eyebrow. I jumped lightly down in front of him, and instantly he was charging me.
Years of Judo taught me all that I needed to know. I twisted out of the way and grabbed his arm and threw him over my shoulder and straddled him at the waist. My cloak settled down over us, covering us in a blanket of darkness. I smirked at him and pinned his hands above his head, his body twitching in a useless attempt to get away from me.
"Why are you trying to get away from me Angel?" I whispered softly, leaning down and rubbing my nose across his. His eyes widened in shock, fear and uncertainty. I smiled at him and stole a soft chaste kiss. I savored it, taking in his taste that of the first day of spring, with a mellow hint of summer as well. I gently pulled away from him, a look of pure love etched on my face.
From the way that he reacted violently to this, I would take it that this was his first kiss.
Good, it would enrage me to no end if I knew that someone else had touched my Angel. He would be only mine, knowing only my touch, and my kisses. Of course I had seen the looks that Daisuke had been giving Keru-chan, but that would be taken care of soon enough.
His eyes were now narrowed in anger, and I kissed his forehead in a vain attempt to subdue him, I didn't want my Angel angry with me, it just seemed that every time that he saw me he got pissed. Of course it could have something to do with the fact that he considered us mortal enemies. I however considered us something quite different.
The Digital Kaiser and his Angel, his consort, his boyfriend, his lover, his wife/husband, his spouse, his partner, or his other half, which ever we chose together would be what he was known throughout the Digital world and soon the real one as well. Mine. Always.
I smiled again and gracefully climbed off of him, and offered him a hand up. He swatted it away and scrambled up on his own. I frowned faintly, but shook it off; I had kissed him with out his permission.
I smiled again and grabbed his hand dragging him towards the Airdamon. I gently forced him up on its back, ignoring his attempts to jerk free of my grasp. Once the Airdamon lifted up, I felt him stiffen and almost lose his balance. I caught him gently and forced him over to the Airdamon's horns, where I then forced him down on his knees. I had already fitted this Airdamon with four silver manacles on its horns. And just to make sure that he didn't hurt himself, I had fitted the inside of the wrist manacles with a very soft fur.
When I let go of him in order to grab the manacle, he darted up and literally tried to jump off the Airdamon. I reached out and snagged him just in time, my face paler then usual, and my heartbeat going 100 mph.
I held him against my body suited chest and looked down at him, confusion, anger and fear lacing my eyes, which he couldn't see right then.
"What is wrong with you Angel? Are you trying to get yourself deleted?!" I yelped out. He glared up at me.
"Better to be deleted then to be around a crazy, digimon abusing, jerk like you!" he snapped at me. I nearly flinched. Nearly. I growled in the back of my throat and shook him, causing his head to go back and forth like a rag dolls. I walked him back to the manacles and clicked them into place on his wrists and on his ankles.
Deciding that he needed to be taught a lesson in what he could say to me, and how he was to treat his new owner, I nudged the Airdamon on its frontal (I kicked it in the face) in order to get its attention. I pointed to the area that I knew all the other Digibrats where in.
The Airdamon hovered over a mile above them, where I picked up a bundle of white leather clothing that I had designed for my Angel. I was still furious at him for trying to delete himself, and I was feeling like taking my anger out on him, causing him great degradation. I unmanacled him and pushed the clothes into his hands.
He glared at me and tried to drop them again. I smirked and pointed down to the other Digibrats.
"I could kill them all right now!" I purred at him, he paled and got up, his hands curled into fists around the clothes.
"Strip and put on the clothes I got for you and I wont kill them...if not...well then you can guess their fates, ne?" I said brazenly. He paled even further and his body shook, and for a second my anger was replaced by pity and guilt. Then I imagined him trying to throw himself off the Airdamon and my fury came back.
When he didn't move I pulled out my whip and lightly flicked it at the Airdamon, which in turn began to power-up for its attack. His t-shirt dropped onto its back and I flicked the whip at it again, and it stopped.
He was looking down, refusing to look up and met my eyes. For yet another second I let guilt flood me, but then I pushed it back as I thought of his mangled body meeting the ground. He sat down and began to pull off his shoes and socks, while I enjoyed the delicious sight of his creamy back, chest and stomach. I smirked and watched even further as he threw off his belt and began to unfasten the buttons on his pants.
When I saw that his hands were shaking too much for him to be able to, I stalked over to him and shoved his still shaking hands away from his jeans. I kneeled down and began to unfasten the button and zipper myself. I looked up at him, if he would only let me, I would worship him for the rest of our lives, but what I saw in his face wasn't expectancy, or even hope, it was pure fear and shame.
I looked down again and pulled down his pants, showing his light blue boxers, when I reached to pull those off, he grabbed my hands and shoved me away from him.
I stood up and glared at him angrily, what right did he have to deny me a look at my Angels body. I reached over and slapped him; he stumbled and nearly fell, crying out in pain and surprise, the imprint of my hand stark against his creamy skin. Again I dropped to my knees in front of him and quickly pulled down his boxers.
At that moment I swore that no one would do except for my Angel. Let us just say that he was very well equipped. I looked up at him and saw the pure shame on his face, he seemed to think that letting me see his body was something awful, well he would just have to get used to it, because we were going to be seeing a lot of each others bodies.
He stepped back and quickly pulled on the pants, the tight white leather showing off his perfect figure...perfectly. When he was finished with that I came over and forced him to accept my help with the t-shirt, I quickly and expertly buckled up the buckles over his arms and on his neck. Then I slipped on the long armbands that went from his wrist to his elbow and did up the buckles on that.
Finally I forced him back over to the silver manacles and shackled him up again. I gently put my hand in his hair and began to pet it, going from his hair down his neck and halfway down his back before starting again. He trembled underneath my hand, and I gently kneeled beside him and planted a soft kiss over the red mark on his cheek.
I could tell that he had to force himself not to flinch away from me as if burned. I frowned and waved to the Airdamon, as it lowered itself down to the ground, surprising the idiots who were expected to save the Digital World from me. I stood up and continued to pet my Angel, who stiffened and then went completely still when he felt the weight of the other Digidestined's gazes on him.
Rating: R Pairing: Kaiser/Takeru, and one sided Daisuke/Takeru Chapter: One Summary: The Kaiser finally decides to take action in favor of his love of Takeru, only problem is, Takeru doesn't like being kidnapped and kept away from his friends and family. Disclaimer: I made no money in the making of this fan fiction. If you sue me, then all you'll get is 15 cents and some pocket lint, 'cause that's all I have. Warnings: Ummm...yea, it goes a lot off track of the actual show, and there is a lot of non-consensual stuff in here. By: Wallflower Author Notes: I made this fic for my friend Hannah, and Ali, who seem to enjoy reading what I write and one of them just happens to be slightly addicted to it, and whispers the word 'Omi' to me at all times.
The Digimon Kaiser smirked as he watched his golden haired Angel struggle through the forest. It had been pathetically easy to get his Angel away from the Digibrats, but that was okay, it just made it easier to get his Angel into the arms of someone far more deserving then the goggle head brat. Like myself perhaps?
I let a frown crease my face as my Angel stumbled and fell, scraping his knees and palms in the process. I waved a hand and the Airdamon lowered themselves down to where he was, I didn't bother with any long winded speeches about how I was the Almighty Digimon Kaiser, Takeru-chan would realize this soon enough.
Suddenly my Angels weak little Patamon sent out a rather useless boom- bubble blast at me, which the Airdamon blocked with its tail. I smirked and waved my hand; a Tyranomon reached out and caught it in its hand.
My Angels face went from confused and frightened to angry in less then a heartbeat. He was up off his knees and glaring at me, his large blue eyes narrowed at me in slight hatred.
"Put Patamon-chan down you creep!" he shouted at me. I blinked behind my sinister gold and purple glasses and arched an eyebrow. I jumped lightly down in front of him, and instantly he was charging me.
Years of Judo taught me all that I needed to know. I twisted out of the way and grabbed his arm and threw him over my shoulder and straddled him at the waist. My cloak settled down over us, covering us in a blanket of darkness. I smirked at him and pinned his hands above his head, his body twitching in a useless attempt to get away from me.
"Why are you trying to get away from me Angel?" I whispered softly, leaning down and rubbing my nose across his. His eyes widened in shock, fear and uncertainty. I smiled at him and stole a soft chaste kiss. I savored it, taking in his taste that of the first day of spring, with a mellow hint of summer as well. I gently pulled away from him, a look of pure love etched on my face.
From the way that he reacted violently to this, I would take it that this was his first kiss.
Good, it would enrage me to no end if I knew that someone else had touched my Angel. He would be only mine, knowing only my touch, and my kisses. Of course I had seen the looks that Daisuke had been giving Keru-chan, but that would be taken care of soon enough.
His eyes were now narrowed in anger, and I kissed his forehead in a vain attempt to subdue him, I didn't want my Angel angry with me, it just seemed that every time that he saw me he got pissed. Of course it could have something to do with the fact that he considered us mortal enemies. I however considered us something quite different.
The Digital Kaiser and his Angel, his consort, his boyfriend, his lover, his wife/husband, his spouse, his partner, or his other half, which ever we chose together would be what he was known throughout the Digital world and soon the real one as well. Mine. Always.
I smiled again and gracefully climbed off of him, and offered him a hand up. He swatted it away and scrambled up on his own. I frowned faintly, but shook it off; I had kissed him with out his permission.
I smiled again and grabbed his hand dragging him towards the Airdamon. I gently forced him up on its back, ignoring his attempts to jerk free of my grasp. Once the Airdamon lifted up, I felt him stiffen and almost lose his balance. I caught him gently and forced him over to the Airdamon's horns, where I then forced him down on his knees. I had already fitted this Airdamon with four silver manacles on its horns. And just to make sure that he didn't hurt himself, I had fitted the inside of the wrist manacles with a very soft fur.
When I let go of him in order to grab the manacle, he darted up and literally tried to jump off the Airdamon. I reached out and snagged him just in time, my face paler then usual, and my heartbeat going 100 mph.
I held him against my body suited chest and looked down at him, confusion, anger and fear lacing my eyes, which he couldn't see right then.
"What is wrong with you Angel? Are you trying to get yourself deleted?!" I yelped out. He glared up at me.
"Better to be deleted then to be around a crazy, digimon abusing, jerk like you!" he snapped at me. I nearly flinched. Nearly. I growled in the back of my throat and shook him, causing his head to go back and forth like a rag dolls. I walked him back to the manacles and clicked them into place on his wrists and on his ankles.
Deciding that he needed to be taught a lesson in what he could say to me, and how he was to treat his new owner, I nudged the Airdamon on its frontal (I kicked it in the face) in order to get its attention. I pointed to the area that I knew all the other Digibrats where in.
The Airdamon hovered over a mile above them, where I picked up a bundle of white leather clothing that I had designed for my Angel. I was still furious at him for trying to delete himself, and I was feeling like taking my anger out on him, causing him great degradation. I unmanacled him and pushed the clothes into his hands.
He glared at me and tried to drop them again. I smirked and pointed down to the other Digibrats.
"I could kill them all right now!" I purred at him, he paled and got up, his hands curled into fists around the clothes.
"Strip and put on the clothes I got for you and I wont kill them...if not...well then you can guess their fates, ne?" I said brazenly. He paled even further and his body shook, and for a second my anger was replaced by pity and guilt. Then I imagined him trying to throw himself off the Airdamon and my fury came back.
When he didn't move I pulled out my whip and lightly flicked it at the Airdamon, which in turn began to power-up for its attack. His t-shirt dropped onto its back and I flicked the whip at it again, and it stopped.
He was looking down, refusing to look up and met my eyes. For yet another second I let guilt flood me, but then I pushed it back as I thought of his mangled body meeting the ground. He sat down and began to pull off his shoes and socks, while I enjoyed the delicious sight of his creamy back, chest and stomach. I smirked and watched even further as he threw off his belt and began to unfasten the buttons on his pants.
When I saw that his hands were shaking too much for him to be able to, I stalked over to him and shoved his still shaking hands away from his jeans. I kneeled down and began to unfasten the button and zipper myself. I looked up at him, if he would only let me, I would worship him for the rest of our lives, but what I saw in his face wasn't expectancy, or even hope, it was pure fear and shame.
I looked down again and pulled down his pants, showing his light blue boxers, when I reached to pull those off, he grabbed my hands and shoved me away from him.
I stood up and glared at him angrily, what right did he have to deny me a look at my Angels body. I reached over and slapped him; he stumbled and nearly fell, crying out in pain and surprise, the imprint of my hand stark against his creamy skin. Again I dropped to my knees in front of him and quickly pulled down his boxers.
At that moment I swore that no one would do except for my Angel. Let us just say that he was very well equipped. I looked up at him and saw the pure shame on his face, he seemed to think that letting me see his body was something awful, well he would just have to get used to it, because we were going to be seeing a lot of each others bodies.
He stepped back and quickly pulled on the pants, the tight white leather showing off his perfect figure...perfectly. When he was finished with that I came over and forced him to accept my help with the t-shirt, I quickly and expertly buckled up the buckles over his arms and on his neck. Then I slipped on the long armbands that went from his wrist to his elbow and did up the buckles on that.
Finally I forced him back over to the silver manacles and shackled him up again. I gently put my hand in his hair and began to pet it, going from his hair down his neck and halfway down his back before starting again. He trembled underneath my hand, and I gently kneeled beside him and planted a soft kiss over the red mark on his cheek.
I could tell that he had to force himself not to flinch away from me as if burned. I frowned and waved to the Airdamon, as it lowered itself down to the ground, surprising the idiots who were expected to save the Digital World from me. I stood up and continued to pet my Angel, who stiffened and then went completely still when he felt the weight of the other Digidestined's gazes on him.