Series: Sanguine Bindings||Story Title: Ruler of the Shadows
Characters: Ken, Daisuke||Romance: Ken x Daisuke/Daisuke x Ken
Chapter: 26-40||Chapter: 500||Total: 13,000
Genre: Supernatural, Romance||Rated: R
Notes: In the setting of this story, these are the differing points: the Chosen are roughly five years older than in canon, meaning that Ken, Daisuke, Takeru, & Hikari are sixteen, while Miyako is seventeen, and Iori is fourteen. There are some other differences, but those will be revealed during the course of the story. Except for this: this story will involve vampires. It begins in episode 2, once Daisuke's been captured.
Extra Note: This chapter includes unwilling touch. Summary: On his second trip to the Digital World, Daisuke is captured by the Kaiser. Time to learn a little about the guy he's just started fighting. Like the fact he has sharp, pointy teeth and a thirst for more than conquest.

From the moment Daisuke felt those fingers against his skin, he knew everything was going to go the way he very much didn't want it to. It was the Kaiser, of course. No one else would be here. No one else would touch him. He didn't think that anyone else could touch him anymore. The idea of someone else seeing him, talking to him, touching him… he couldn't entirely process it anymore. All he had was the Kaiser.

That didn't mean that he wanted this. He couldn't imagine wanting it, even if it was all he had. The Kaiser was all he had. The Kaiser was his world.

He hated his world. He wanted one where he could choose who touched him, when and what he ate.

But he couldn't have what he wanted. He could only have what the Kaiser wanted him to have. He'd once thought only what the Kaiser wanted him to think. This wasn't very much different.

He wriggled as those fingers slid over him, finding places that he'd never known could exist, places that sent jarring shivers of pleasure all through him as he was touched and he felt that touch, and his breath caught in his throat and it was all he could do not to whimper and moan because of that.

"I want to hear your voice, my pet," Kaiser murmured, his lips right against Daisuke's ear. "I want to hear you enjoying this. Don't even pretend you don't." One hand closed around some very personal anatomy. "I can tell that you do. Your body won't lie to me or to yourself."

Daisuke tried to form words. He wasn't very good at it, not now. How could he be, when all of his cries went unheard for who knew how long, and the only one who could hear him speak at all was the one who dictated what he said?

Kaiser's hand remained where it was, while the other one continued to casually roam around, tracing a line up Daisuke's hip to his stomach and across his chest, then going down the other side.

"Make noise for me, my pet. I want to hear you screaming. I want you to show me how much you love this."

Part of Daisuke shuddered and whimpered, wanting to deny all of that. His mind didn't enjoy it at all. But his body loved it, craved more of this touch and attention, and he hated that it did. Again and again Kaiser's hands found the places that responded as he wished, and Daisuke couldn't do anything but writhe against the wall. His hips bucked up toward Kaiser and he struggled to find breath as a rising tide of white-hot pleasure first coiled within him, then lashed outward as he could contain it no more, the delicious, untold heat filling him and spilling forth.

Kaiser chuckled, which told him that whatever else happened, his captor remained pleased with him.

"Very good, my pet. A very good beginning, indeed."

To Be Continued

Notes: I'm going to try to keep this non-graphic but still so you readers can understand what's going on.