Behind the Curtain
by Meimi

Content Summary: Kenkeru
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Toei, Bandai or anyone who owns the rights to Digimon. It isn't mine, I'm just playing with it.

It was hot. It was incredibly, ridiculously hot. Ichijouji Ken sighed soundlessly and fanned himself listlessly. He had foregone clothes over an hour ago and was now sprawled out across the single bed he and Takeru had been sharing the past few days wearing only a pair of flimsy boxer shorts. He glanced over at Takeru who was contorting himself in odd ways around the window air conditioner and smirked slightly, "If inviting me to your relatives for break was all a plan to get me out of my clothes then it is working spectacularly well."

"Heh," Takeru chuckled as he curled around the cool, humming gift from the heavens, "I don't need help getting you out of your clothes."

"True," Ken agreed easily enough and turned his gaze back up to the ceiling. He fanned himself languidly for a few more minutes before scowling, "Quit hogging all the cool air. Your most esteemed guest is melting over here."

"Fine fine," Takeru groused as he peeled himself up off of the air conditioner and slithered his way into the curtains hanging nearby. "Oh, that feels fabulous."

Ken quirked an eyebrow curiously at the moans and groans that started up as Takeru rubbed the curtains all over himself in a very questionable manner. "That's quite disturbing you know," he commented, his amusement apparent as Takeru peeked out inquisitively at him, "I don't think I've ever seen someone molest perfectly innocent drapes before."

Takeru snorted and stuck his tongue out at Ken. "They've been in front of the air conditioner all day so they're nice and cool."

"Mhmm, a likely story," Ken said, his tone accusatory, but the twinkle in his eye belying anything but outright humor, "Admit it, you just have a curtain fetish."

"Nope, sorry, afraid not," Takeru denied readily and leered over at the enticing sight splayed out on the bed. "I do, however, have a Ken fetish. Unfortunately, my Ken is all the way across the room where it's hot. It would be so much better if he were over here where it was cool, don't you think?"

"The idea does bear some merit," Ken commented airily as he stretched out and hummed as if he were considering it very carefully, "Though Ken does wonder if it would be worthwhile to haul himself up and trudge all the way over there just to have his Takeru molest the curtains even more in his presence."

"Oh, I think I can make it worth your while," Takeru purred and quirked his finger in the universal come hither gesture, "I'm sure there's quite enough molestation left in me to go around."

Ken appeared to seriously consider the offer for several moments longer before he tossed the fan aside and slid his way off the bed. "Ken accepts the offer under the condition that if he is not satisfied then he will tie his Takeru up until he is fully satisfied."

"My, a challenge," Takeru grinned impishly as he tossed the curtains around Ken and dragged him closer, "I shall endeavor to meet your expectations."

"You'd better," Ken managed to get out before Takeru proceeded to make talking pleasantly impossible.