a/n ~(A longer chapter as requested. This really is tough to write right, but the support I feel from seeing all the likes and reading the reviews really does inspire me to write more. –SkyBlue )~

Wizardmon woke up hours after he'd been abandoned in Myotismon's room. Before he even opened his eyes, he noticed that almost everything hurt. There were steady, extremely prominent aches on the entirety of his torso, lesser aches on his arms, his legs felt like wet noodles, and his neck felt incredibly stiff and hurt on all sides. He was vaguely aware that he was lying in a very plush bed, and he thought about shutting his eyes and just going back to sleep. Even with the memory of his encounter with Myotismon coming back, he couldn't muster the will to move out of the bed. Myotismon didn't appear to be here anyway-

His eyes peeked back open before they could fully close. 'Myotismon left me alone in his own chambers? Why would he do that?' Wizardmon thought to himself, baffled. He tried to shake off his grogginess as he squinted above himself at the magenta canopy. He let his eyes follow it to the high bedpost where the parts of the canopy that draped over the sides of the bed were securely tied in place. That was strange, too. Their lord slept in a coffin, why did he also need a bed? There was a window in the room, but there was a constant storm cloud above Castle Nightmare, so the canopy didn't serve a purpose either. Which meant is was merely decorative.

'All right, I can't lie here ruminating on Lord Myotismon's furniture choices. He might still be angry when he comes back and I don't think I can take much more damage.' He sucked in a painful breath and started to push himself up onto his elbows. He immediately regretted the action and cried out, falling back onto the bed again. His neck still felt stiff, and now areas of his upper torso and neck felt inflamed. And his back. He hadn't even realized that hurt when he woke up. Wizardmon sighed softly, feeling the roughness in his throat as he exhaled. This was going to be a chore. No, a chore was fighting a horde of Bakemon. This was going to be torture.

Again, he tried to get up. A groan of agony escaped him, but he kept pushing himself. He succeeded in getting up and turning over to rest on his hands and knees, deciding to take it easy and take a break there. This wasn't so bad. Sure, it hurt, but he was still capable of moving. He glanced over at the door, which was pretty far away. He could make it.

Wizardmon took another deep, steadying breath and made to move again. Every twist of movement introduced seemed to make at least his torso flare up. He took his time and got his feet on the floor. His legs were unsteady, but could carry his weight just fine. Glad his legs hadn't taken much abuse, Wizardmon started hobbling towards the door. He stopped with an exasperated expression when he realized his hat and staff were scattered across the room.

Sovereigns, the last thing he needed was to make a detour-let alone two-from his destination. The staff was immensely important in his spell casting, though, and it would help him support himself on the long trudge back to his room. He decided to make his way to his staff and abandon his hat for now. Even if Myotismon didn't make an effort to return it, he might be able to gather some materials and synthesize new one. He huffed his way over to his staff, finding the breath knocked right out of him when he had to bend over to pick it up. He somehow managed to straighten back up and promptly started using his staff as a walking stick to lessen the chances of him falling and for something to squeeze when his injuries felt worse.

He was starting towards the door when he heard some metal clinking and then the click of the lock unlocking from the other side. 'The door locks from both sides?!' Wizardmon thought, in his panic throwing himself back towards the bed and making an attempt to use his abilities to hover over and land on it. He hadn't really recovered enough energy for that yet. He hovered a little ways and his forward momentum got him pretty far, but he ended up crashing on the floor next to the bed. "Gah!" he gasped as he made contact, hurriedly turning over in pain to look at the door as it began to open.

The door paused when it was only cracked, and Wizardmon took the opportunity to scramble back into bed and set his staff next to himself. His eyes were shut before Myotismon even entered the room. He had no idea why his first instinct was to shove himself back into bed and pretend to be asleep. He wasn't some little fresh baby at Primary Village being scolded by Elecmon, and he wasn't even certain he was safe from Myotismon while unconscious despite the lack of harm that had come to him during his nap. There he was though, pretending to still be passed out even though Myotismon almost certainly heard that commotion.

He heard who he assumed to be Myotismon enter the room and heard the door shut and lock behind him. Great. Myotismon didn't want to be disturbed. Now he had to ride this out wherever it went without a chance for escape. He was jolted out of his brief realistic musing as he felt a weight press down the other side of the bed. His breathing quieted and he tensed as the person climbed on and came towards him, stopping short and lying down parallel to him.

The distribution of weight Wizardmon felt meant the person was considerably taller than him, which wasn't any surprise. What was a surprise was the long fingers he felt touch the side of his face, the clawed tips of which stuck his skin a little. They slowly traced down to Wizardmon's jaw, which sent an odd tingle down his spine. '….What the hell is he doing?' Wizardmon thought, feeling a different kind of nervousness now.

Myotismon's hand took hold of Wizardmon's lower jaw, gripping both sides of the face with his massive hand. He propped himself up and leaned over Wizardmon. Close enough that the Wizard could hear his calm breathing, but not close enough to feel it. "I'm not a fool. Open your eyes Wizardmon." He growled in a clear, hard voice.

Wizardmon obediently opened his eyes, albeit a little slowly. Myotismon was a little worse for wear which was as unusual as his bizarre display of "leniency" earlier. His dark blonde hair was ruffled in a few places, and it looked like he hadn't bothered to fix it. His clothes were in a similar "ruffled" state as well.

"Were you hoping I'd forget about you so you could take a leisurely stroll out of here? Or forget your measly stick was in a different place and leave you to nap?" he sneered. Wizardmon blinked his slowly widening eyes and opened his mouth to say something when Myotismon cut him off. "Speak the truth." He warned, squeezing Wizardmon's squishy face harder. He let it go and pushed himself up higher, awaiting a response.

Wizardmon swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. What was he even supposed to say? With Myotismon looming over him, Wizardmon didn't bother thinking too much. It sounded like Myotismon was close to having another go at him. "Something like that..." he said, having trouble breaking eye contact with Myotismon. "I-It was self-preservation, my lord." He added when his lord's eyes narrowed. The tension in his body was through the roof, making his aches sharper. When was this going to end? Why was Myotismon dragging whatever this was out?

"You thought you would die, then…" Myotismon said contemplatively, eying Wizardmon before giving him an order. "Put your hands above your head and keep them there."

Wizardmon did so without question, though with a hiss from stretching certain muscles and a shakiness that came from his personal well of fear that hadn't quite topped out yet. One of Myotismon's arms was pressed over both arms to keep them there and his free hand took Wizardmon's zipper and started pulling it down. Wizardmon almost instantly tried to move his arms, and wriggled his body despite his pain, stilling quickly when Myotismon looked at him directly.

"I said not to move them." He growled icily, taking a moment to stare back at Wizardmon's baffled expression before continuing.

The zipper was pulled all the way down a little past Wizardmon's navel and Myotismon's free hand pried the suit open to Wizardmon's discomfort.

'...I knew it. I knew he would do something like this again. He was being forward and now he's invading my personal space to molest me or something. I have to get out of here..' Wizardmon thought desperately. He gasped with deep intakes of breath as Myotismon's hand felt over his torso and around his side much more roughly than necessary. His breathing became particularly sharp when Myotismon pressed against his abused stomach. He looked up at Myotismon and at the cringe-worthy grin he wore. Like he was an axe-murderer remembering something fondly. And that something happened to be a murder.

"Ah yeeess, I did get a little carried away.." Myotismon murmured to himself pleasantly. "It looks like you'll be dragging yourself to the infirmary, hmm?" Myotismon asked, his touch becoming light as he idly slid his fingers across Wizardmon's stomach. It tickled and sent a tingling sensation all over Wizardmon's skin and scalp. He really wished it didn't. Such a relaxing touch coming from Myotismon was alarming, and he was already hyped up from nearly being beaten to death. He was even more so now that he was pinned beneath his attacker.

Wizardmon tried to focus and answer Myotismon even if it seemed almost like the man was talking to only himself. "Okay." Was the only thing that came out at first. It caught Myotismon's interest and Wizardmon continued when his lord looked at him expectantly. "If I may take my leave, I will go to the infirmary." Wizardmon said, his voice hoarse.

Myotismon eyed Wizardmon at that. "You're going to drag yourself there?" he asked skeptically, pressing firmly on some bruising over Wizardmon's ribs and receiving a sharp intake of breath and a choked cry from him.

Even as he felt that pain and endured Myotismon's supremely smug expression, he nodded his head with a weak "…yes.." He'd rather endure that then be subjected to any more of this sadist. It seemed like the bastard was deriving a sick pleasure from hurting him.

"Wizardmon." Myotismon's smile dropped a little. "I'd prefer it if you stayed." He said in a deep, rich voice as his free hand held Wizardmon's chin between the thumb and foreclaw.

Now that wasn't even fair. Could Myotismon at least pick a better time to be seductive? A time when at the very least his body wasn't battered and limp as a ragdoll? The man had terrible timing if he really wanted anything of that nature out of Wizardmon at this point. The wizard sighed unsteadily. "Unless that's an order, I would like to go, my lord. I'd like to get myself tended to and maybe a sleeping aid.."

Myotismon frowned, slowly stroking Wizardmon's chin. His eyes squinted a bit as he looked at Wizardmon's face. "Very well. There's still the matter of your transgression earlier." He leaned in closer like he was about to give Wizardmon a kiss and stopped short. "I want a verbal apology as well as a written one, due when you recover enough to walk properly again. Is that clear?"

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Wizardmon tried his best not to show his frustration, but Myotismon was smiling again soon as he pulled away. He must have failed. Although Wizardmon felt relief flooding his system that his punishment was so light, he still kicked himself for that brief well of anticipation and even hope that he'd felt. "Yes, Lord Myotismon. I understand."

This is what he got. This is what he got for caring. That miserably smug face on his master and some urges he couldn't begin to address because the same 'master' had beaten him senseless. He owed Gatomon a great deal and had come to love and appreciate her companionship very much. If this is what she really dealt with this all the time, then Wizardmon honestly didn't know how she got up in the morning. 'Ugh, and now I have to walk back like this…' Wizardmon thought dismally. He kind of wished Myotismon had kissed him again so that this wouldn't feel like such a useless, awful experience.

"Then take your leave." Myotismon said, removing himself from Wizardmon and sitting up proper in the bed.

Wizardmon almost couldn't believe it. He really felt the loss of warmth in his suit, and fumbled to zip it up. No time to regret it, he was free. Free to walk four labored steps after climbing out of bed and flop front-first onto the floor. He may have severely underestimated his pain tolerance here. The feeling that his lord's eyes were burning through his back was ever-present.

After observing Wizardmon sputter and groan as he tried in vain to get up and stay up for over five minutes, Myotismon got up and clapped a few times slowly. He approached Wizardmon and stood next to where he rested on the floor, still trying to catch his breath. Even with his staff and continued efforts, he hadn't gotten very far. Halfway past the parlor and still a good distance from the door. "As entertaining as this is, I'm going to have to stop you. You cannot hope to make it anywhere the way you are." Myotismon said with more than a hint of amusement.

Wizardmon sucked in a hard breath as he was lifted up from the floor easily in Myotismon's hands. No. No no no, he took it back he didn't want to kiss Myotismon. He wanted to be several floors down on his lumpy mattress sleeping. He was plopped only a little more gently than earlier onto the bed and when he tried to lift himself up to look at Myotismon, he was pushed back down by a large hand covering his back.

"Stay here. Do not try my patience again and do not touch anything." Myotismon barked before he let up on Wizardmon and was gone.

Some time passed, maybe twenty minutes. It was enough for Wizardmon to become comfortable and slip into a sense of relief. He almost fell asleep, but was shocked back into wakefulness when the door was jostled open. He blinked a few times at the door as Myotismon ushered in a Soulmon carrying some sort of handled case. There was no mistaking a Soulmon for a Bakemon. That was sarcasm. The only real physical difference appeared to be a pointed witch's hat sitting on the top of Soulmon's head. So assuming this wasn't a Bakemon wearing a Soulmon's hat, this was a Soulmon.

Myotismon snapped the door shut behind them and seemed suddenly less irritable when he'd noticed Wizardmon had barely moved an inch from his spot in bed. "As I was saying, your patient has suffered some serious injuries during a patrol. I happened upon him when returning from getting a bite to eat."

'He's lying through his teeth.' Wizardmon thought flatly, only mildly surprised. The Soulmon set their work case down and opened it up. Soon Wizardmon was miserable again as he was prodded and poked for the second time that night, this time by Soulmon's extended claws and a few medical instruments. The difference being that this didn't feel an ounce sexual and Wizardmon felt a rush of comfort that he was finally getting help, momentarily forgetting the person who'd brought him that help.

Soulmon 'Hmm'd' thoughtfully, tutting to themselves in a deep tone. "I wish I could have worked on him when these injuries were fresher. He took quite the whallop..." They went on in a familiar wavering tone that many ghost digimon had to their voices. With barely a glance from Myotismon, Soulmon bowed and continued their work. Wizardmon was given some sort of gel after being stripped of his clothes that felt cold and tingled as it was spread over some very sore spots. The areas were then wrapped in gauze bandages securely. By the time his more minor injuries were taken care of, Wizardmon felt like exceedingly thin ice packs were plastered all over him.

The little doctor ghostie did one more look over Wizardmon to make sure they hadn't missed anything, and nodded. "You can put your clothes back on. Whatever hit you, it was vicious. You're very lucky to have been found by Lord Myotismon." Soulmon paused uneasily "I'll have to come back and change those in the morning and at night. You should also stay put for a while. I'm recommending you take a leave of absence from your duties if my lord allows." Soulmon switched focus to Myotismon mid-sentence addressing him now.

Myotismon's eyes narrowed and he spared Wizardmon a thoughtful glance. "Wizardmon, you may take three recovery days. I expect you to be back to helping train new recruits and your other duties by then or there will be a severe penalty." His eyes drifted back to Soulmon. "Soulmon, you are dismissed. You are not to tell anyone of your work here."

Soulmon was startled at their sudden dismissal and fumbled for their bag, putting any leftover materials into it and shutting it with a snap. Wizardmon, however, hadn't been dismissed yet. Rather than ask about it, Soulmon gave Wizardmon a sympathetic look before saying a hurried goodbye and heading for the door. There had been no bite marks on Wizardmon, but their master was certainly capable of this kind of damage. They certainly didn't want to stick around to find out.

Wizardmon was currently standing there, having just zipped his suit up and staring blankly at Myotismon. It still hurt everywhere, but the gel did soothe it some and he needed to keep his wits about him. The rest of his apparel lay scattered on the floor around him in almost a circle if you connected the clothes with a line. He heaved a sigh, not bothering to pick up anything else to put on. "Is there something else you wished of me?" he asked defeatedly, not masking his exhaustion with the man and not missing how Myotismon licked his lips and smiled like he was about to get a treat.

"I do, Wizardmon. I do." He flashed Wizardmon a wicked grin as he started pacing around slowly nearby. One of his hands reached up, and clawed fingers touched the side of his own face in thought as he moved. "I have graciously decided to let you stay the night here instead of watching you drag yourself down all those stairs to your measly room or the infirmary; with the simple condition that you entertain me for a while." He turned to Wizardmon. "It would only be fair, after all."

Wizardmon felt a little indignant as Myotismon eyed him, but was entirely too tired to express it. Myotismon must have looked at him in a similar way when he'd been naked and getting half wrapped like a mummy, too. He didn't really get it since he didn't consider himself very attractive: he was a twiggy little wizard with the large hands and feet that were almost universal among digimon, not to mention the stitched-up lips that didn't make being intimate a very easy affair. 'Enough of this nonsense. I shouldn't be thinking about this..' Wizardmon thought as he returned his attention to his master. "My lord, what does 'entertaining' you entail, exactly?" Wizardmon asked flatly. Entertain was a fairly general term, it didn't have to mean that…but he wanted to know what he was getting into.

Myotismon's smile only widens at Wizardmon's question, and he strolls closer. "You may relax, Wizardmon. Your companionable presence is enough to entertain; you need not try any harder for my sake." The purple-glazed lips uttered in a self-important tone.

Wizardmon got the feeling he was lying through his glossy lips again, but didn't have too much time to ponder it. Myotismon-in all his grace-had plucked his body up again and was carrying him back to the lavish bed. "W-Wait, please!" Wizardmon yelped.

He was dropped a lot more gently than earlier, but that didn't say much. It certainly didn't put his mind at ease. He struggled on his back to get physically comfortable, which didn't take long, and Myotismon soon strode around the other side of the bed and slid on himself. Ah yes, nothing like Myotismon sidling up to you in bed to calm the nerves. "This is terribly kind of you, my lord." Wizardmon huffed out defeatedly, really putting stress on the word kind. He wouldn't risk another ass-whooping with direct conflict, but he felt like he could get away with that little bit.

"It is, isn't it? How very fortunate for you, Wizardmon." Myotismon said smugly. He was lying on his back next to Wizardmon with a very loose posture and some pillows propping up his head and upper back.

He was being awfully civil about this, and darn if it weren't suspicious. And humiliating because Myotismon kept rubbing this situation in his face. "Yes, I suppose it is.." Wizardmon kept a wary eye on Myotismon. It was hard because now that he was comfy, his body wanted to go to sleep, but he tried.

His vision was a bit fuzzy around the edges, and it felt better when his eyes were closed…

"So, is there something you'd like to tell me?" Wizardmon's eyes blinked back open at Myotismon's question. He hadn't even realized he'd shut them. Myotismon shifted and folded his hands over his own middle neatly. "Anything new coming out of the rumor mill?"

Wizardmon turned his head to the side to squint at Myotismon. No, he didn't have a negative expression on his face. He probably would if he heard some of the things going around the castle, though. Why would he ask about something like that?

Myotismon smiled and moved some of Wizardmon's bangs to the side with the tips of his gloved claws. "Your worry is usually entertaining, but you shouldn't bother with it here. I've heard every rumor my castle has to offer spun ten different ways."

"You…have?" Wizardmon asked dryly. Something seemed off. He didn't think Myotismon would be happy with the rumors about himself, but if he was telling the truth, then they didn't bother him at all apparently.

Seeing the weird squinty face Wizardmon was still giving him, Myotismon continued with a little more enthusiasm. Just a little. "You don't believe me, Wizardmon? I know everything that transpires in my castle. Apparently all the residents think I'm having an affair with every digimon I've ever so much as glanced at." His smile broadened into something wicked and almost genuine. "It's very amusing to me what everyone under me comes up with for gossip fodder, and Demidevimon is more than happy to open his big mouth and tell me what's circulating currently." Myotismon side-eyed Wizardmon expectantly.

Wizardmon had to laugh at that, even though laughing sort of hurt right now. "You? You're into gossip?"

"It's certainly not the only thing I'm into.." the innuendo and the look Myotismon gives him sails straight over his head, and Wizardmon nervously scrambles around in his mind to find a rumor he'd heard recently.

"All right, then." Wizardmon looked back to Myotismon, who looked very pleased he was participating. "I've heard you sleep with your eyes open so you can always see what's going on in the castle." His voice still held an air of astonishment that this was real and actually happening, which added a pretty good awed tone to his voice as he spoke the rumor softly.

Myotismon let out a low chuckle. "Yes, the ones about me are particularly ridiculous. Regretfully, that one isn't true at all. I sleep with my eyes closed." There was a short pause before Myotismon went on. "I've heard a rumor your pants' zippers hiss at people much like your cat friend."

Of course that had to be the one Myotismon heard. You know, one of the few rumors to actually be a bit true. As Wizardmon quieted, his company slowly grew an intrigued expression. He knew Myotismon was trying to push his buttons mentioning Gatomon, but he didn't mention her when he responded. "They do. My suit is somewhat alive in its own right." This was weird and he didn't particularly care to talk about it. He just wanted to speak up before Myotismon's hands got anywhere near his pants. "They're usually very well-behaved so they don't hiss or snap at anyone…usually." There had to be someone who witnessed it if the rumor got started, after all.

It went on like that for a while. They batted around rumors they'd heard, some specifically about eachother. Which for the most part were completely untrue and often pretty unfounded. Silly theories on why Phantomon's voice was a higher pitch than the Bakemons', or Myotismon having a Tuskmon as a pet that he fed digifolk to. Myotismon actually thought the rumor Gatomon was blackmailing him for her safety was hilarious. Bit by bit the tension Wizardmon felt in the room vanished and he felt alarmingly okay with being so close to his lord. Maybe he could blame it on being both physically and mentally tired.

Myotismon's laughter petered off and that comfort had to end abruptly at a brick wall, though. It was really only a matter of time since Myotismon didn't have many 'good' sides, and the ones the castle inhabitants counted really shouldn't count at all. Myotismon's bad moods aren't what stopped what could tentatively be called 'fun,' though.

"Well, Wizardmon?" Myotismon asked, raking his claw through the hair on Wizardmon's scalp. "Would you like it if that rumor were true?" He emphasized his point by trailing his hand down the front of Wizardmon's clothed torso, and suddenly Wizardmon's face felt too warm and he needed more layers of clothes. He got the feeling he was about to be stripped of them. What was he even supposed to say to that?

"What, that we're having sex?" Curse that rumor and curse all who spread it. Wizardmon propped himself up on his elbows and tried to look Myotismon in the face without becoming a mess, because he needed some semblance of control on the situation. Myotismon probably thought his struggle with this was funny. Well, he was failing miserably at not appearing flustered by Myotismon's forward flirting, so maybe it did look funny. It was hard to tell when you were the one stressing about it.

Wizardmon made a tiny, irritated 'ugh' sound as he caught himself in mid-thought weighing the pros and cons of actually having sex with Myotismon. He can't be thinking this. Why was Myotismon thinking this? Was there really so much joy he'd take from tormenting and having sex with another-considerably smaller-blue man? "Why….why this.." Wizardmon blurted softly with a note of distress in his voice, making some sort of vague hand gesture between the two of them. He really couldn't muster the strength for a proper response.

Myotismon turned on his side and leaned down towards Wizardmon, propped up by one elbow, with the most amused smirk on his lips. "Because I'm interested in you. I thought I was being quite clear, but perhaps I was mistaken." Myotismon says, his face inching fairly close to Wizardmon's.

"..Aren't you interested?" Wizardmon's brain blanked as Myotismon toyed with the zipper of his suit and started pulling it down.

The answer was yes. Myotismon's actions were getting to him, but he knew better: he knew Myotismon was a master of manipulation, intimidation, and crazy as shit on top of that. The man was also attractive and apparently more than willing to be intimate with him. "I…I don't know." Wizardmon rasped softly.

Wizardmon's suit was slowly zipped back up, which was accompanied by an exaggerated sigh. Myotismon grabbed ahold of Wizardmon's face by the cheeks with one hand and turned it to make sure he was being looked at. "You've dampened the mood. I would have thought by now, you'd give in.." Myotismon said with only a hint of saltiness. "but, that's what makes this more fun."

Wizardmon's mind floundered through a wall of dumbstruck and tried to figure out exactly what Myotismon meant. Usually it would have been obvious, but he still had a lot of leftover confusion, anxiety, and weird hope Myotismon was going to make out with him gunking up his thought processes.

Myotismon took his sweet time admiring Wizardmon's baffled expression before releasing his face. Wizardmon then received a pat on the head from him, after which he rolled onto his back and easily reached for something on the side table. A book, Wizardmon realized after Myotismon opened it.

"You're a very interesting toy." Myotismon commented, leaving Wizardmon to ponder on that the rest of the night. Well, until Wizardmon calmed himself down and fell asleep again.