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Digimon Smut!
As I said before, I did a lot of typing up of my hand written stories. And since miome is currently ripping a story of mine to shreds (I swear everytime I look over there more red in the form of corrections appears. It's beginning to look like the screen is bleeding.) So in order to feel better about myself, because I'm at a good stopping point, and because I feel the need to show off some, I'm putting part of a Digimon Story up. It's R (will be NC-17 eventually), yaoi, and set in the same Universe as Knowledge is Power. Ken/Digimon Emperor. This is what happens when I try to work on plotlines while taking an afternoon nap.



With careful, practiced motions Ken dipped the bamboo brush into the black ink.

"Will it hurt?" Davis asked as Ken wiped the excess ink off the brush. It rolled in thick droplets back into the pool of ink in the bottom of the porcelain bowl.

"Would I ever do anything to hurt you?" Ken replied, answering a question with a question.

"On purpose? No, you wouldn't hurt me on purpose." Davis sighed as the inked brush made contact with his skin.

"You think I would hurt you accidentally?" He formed a single, complex kanji with deft strokes. No matter how carefully he did the strokes, the ink ran into the many scars on Davis's back. "This would be much easier if your back was smooth."

"Well, you're the one who put them there. I certainly couldn't do it," Davis said, turning his head where it rested against his arms. He gave Ken a cheeky grin, which quickly faded as he attempted to look at his own back. "Do they really mess it up that much?"

"Yes, Davis, they do. Now lie still." Ken sighed as he looked at the spidery mess that was supposed to have meaning. "I guess I'll just have to start over."

"Have you tried fixing the scars? That might help," Davis offered as he obediently put his head back on his arms. Ken picked up the white shirt that lay beside him and stared thoughtfully at Davis's scarred back.

"Do you think I can fix them?" he asked.

"That depends," Davis replied. "Do you think you can fix them?"

"I can try," Ken said after thinking about it for several moments. He put the cloth between Davis's shoulder blades and wiped downward in one smooth motion. Scars, ink, and color were wiped away. What was left was an unbroken expanse of pale skin. "That's better."

Ken put more ink on his brush and once more began the complex strokes that would form the kanji. This time the characters came out flawless. The word "Power" stood in bold contrast to pale skin. After a moment, Ken once again gathered ink on his brush. Other kanji joined the first, and the phrase "Power corrupts" gleamed wetly.

"I'm done."

"Just in time too. Hand me my shirt." The voice was too smooth, the syllables too perfect to be Davis's. Ken blinked in confusion as a mirror image of himself with tousled hair and hard eyes got to his feet. The Digimon Emperor looked down at Ken and smiled. "My shirt?"

"Yes," Ken said as he too got to his feet and handed over the shirt that was in his hands. The Digimon Emperor put his arms through the sleeves, shrugging it over his shoulders. "Can you wait a minute? The ink isn't dry yet and it'll get on the shirt."

"I'm afraid we don't have a minute," the Digimon Emperor said as he did up the buttons. Then he was unzipping his pants and tucking the shirt in. A quick zip up, and the Digimon Emperor looked as neat as if he had had all day to get ready instead of a few minutes. "Let's go."

Ken looked at the hand that was being offered him. Hesitantly he took the Digimon Emperor's hand. It was slightly cooler than his own, the grip firm and dry. The Digimon Emperor smiled over his shoulder and gave Ken's hand a squeeze. Then he began to walk into the darkness, taking Ken with him.

They had only gone a few steps when Ken first noticed it.

"Your back..." Ken started, letting the words drift off. Just as he predicted the ink had begun to bleed through the Digimon Emperor's white shirt. Only instead of black, patches of crimson had appeared through the white cloth. "Your back is bleeding."

"Mmph. I'm not surprised. Don't worry about it," the Digimon Emperor said as he pulled Ken towards a massive set of iron doors. He paused in front of them to pull something out of his pocket, dropping Ken's hand in the process. "It happens a lot."

"Doesn't it hurt?" Ken asked. Then as another thought struck him. "Did I do this to you?"

The Digimon Emperor turned. Violet eyes met equally violet eyes. Then the Digimon Emperor smiled. Tension filled the air as Ken realized just how close the Digimon Emperor was to him. Close enough to kiss. "Concerned about me, Ichijouji? How touching. How very, very touching." Ken could feel the air move across his lips as the Digimon Emperor said the last words.

"Perhaps later, Ken-chan. For now, we must attend to the court."

"The court?"

"Yes, the court. We can't be late," the Digimon Emperor replied as he pushed on the doors. "They'll all want to see what I have."

The doors swung open with an ominous groan and squeal of hinges. Bright light spilled into the darkness from the widening opening. Ken covered his eyes as he was momentarily blinded. He felt the Digimon Emperor take his hand and pull him into the light.

Once his eyes had adjusted to the light, Ken looked around. It was the throne room from his fortress. Only instead of the vast, echoing expanse covered in cold stone and rich velvet, it was filled with Digimon. There were Numemon, Koremon, Bakemon, Snimon, Gazimon, an Etemon, and even a Patamon.

"Master!" The cry came from the assembled Digimon. They clamored around the Digimon Emperor as he walked down the indigo carpet that led to the throne. They didn't seem to notice or care about Ken. If it hadn't been for the fact that the Digimon Emperor had a tight grasp on Ken's hand, the Child of Kindness would have been lost. As it was, Ken had to tighten his grip several times to keep from being ripped away.

"Pick me, please. Pick..."

"I'll do anything if you'll only..."

"Master! You know I've always served you..."

"Give it me, Emperor. I swear I'll..."

Ken tried to figure out what the Digimon Emperor possessed that would have the Digimon fighting for his attention. All he could grasp were a few disjointed phrases and words. The sheer volume of noise drowned out any of the meanings.

As if sensing his thoughts, the Digimon Emperor looked over his shoulder. His eyes were sly and his smile was more a smirk. He held up the hand that was not holding Ken's hand. A black ring gleamed in his grip, dark and shiny like polished obsidian.

"A black ring...." Ken said softly. He didn't think anyone could hear him over the general din of the digimon were making. Yet somehow his words were picked up and repeated by hundreds of child-like voices until it echoed through the throne room.

"Yes, a black ring." Then the Digimon Emperor pulled free of the Digimon and into the calm emptiness that surrounded both throne and dais. Ken soon followed. "What did you think they wanted from me?"

The Digimon Emperor didn't wait for an answer. He let go of Ken's hand climbed the three steps to the top and sat in the throne. This left only two possible places for Ken to sit: the steps of the dais or at the Digimon Emperor's feet. Ken chose the steps.

"What's wrong, Ken-chan? Scared? Feeling a bit inferior?" Ken felt a surge of anger at those smug words.

"No."

"Then come sit here, in front of me," the Digimon Emperor said. He waved his hand to indicate the floor in front of throne. There was a tense moment of silence, when even the crowd of Digimon didn't dare breathe. Then, slowly, Ken got to his feet, took the steps, and sat in front of the throne. He looked up into eyes that were a cold mirror of his own.

"I'm not doing this because you told me to." Ken wanted that point to be absolutely clear.

"I know." The Digimon Emperor said the words in such a neutral tone of voice that Ken almost believed that he did know. Almost. Ken rested his head upon the Digimon Emperor's knee, his whole body rigid with tension.

All at once Ken relaxed, as if that one small act of defiance had been too much. The Digimon Emperor placed a hand on Ken's head. Ken closed his eyes, enjoying the comforting feeling of someone stroking his hair.

"Now, my loyal subjects, who here deserves to wear my black ring?" The Digimon Emperor's voice rang loud and clear over the throne room. It was greeted with the deafening sound of shouts and pleased. Then he spoke in a much softer voice. "What about you, Ken-chan? Who do you think deserves to wear it?"

"They don't deserve to be punished."

"What about you, Ichijouji?" The words were as soft as the Digimon Emperor's hand in his hair.

The response Ken gave to the Digimon Emperor's question was not in words, but the answer was clear just the same. The Digimon Emperor smiled as he made the announcement. "I believe we have an answer then. None of you Digimon deserve to wear my black ring. Only Ken-chan does."

Wails of anguish came from the assembled Digimon. Ken raised his head up to allow better access as the Digimon Emperor gently pushed the hair away from Ken's neck. Ken shivered as the ring was placed around his neck. It's cold, and heavy. I didn't think it would be this heavy. Goosebumps covered the skin on the back of his neck. The final click as the ring was closed was deafening.

"Good, Ichijouji. See? It's not so hard to give up." Ken looked up just in time to receive a kiss on the forehead. The Digimon Emperor's lips were soft and dry. The Child of Kindness watched as the Digimon Emperor's expression changed to one of displeasure as he looked out over the still assembled Digimon.

"Chimeramon! Show them out," the Digimon Emperor commanded. There was a loud roar, and then Chimeramon landed in the empty space before the throne. Ken jumped a little, his eyes wide as he watched the back of the monster Digimon. The Digimon Emperor continued to stroke his head soothingly.

With infinite care, Chimeramon began to herd the other Digimon out. A few of them tried to squirm around Chimeramon's mismatched arms, but a warning growl or a threatening snap soon convinced them to go along with the Digimon Emperor's wishes. One Digimon, a Koremon, tripped and was left crying on the floor. Chimeramon circled back, picked up the small Digimon in his jaws, and returned to his job.

All to soon the Digimon were on the outside of the iron doors, and Chimeramon was trying to fit his great bulk through the opening. Somehow, he managed. Then the doors were swinging shut, leaving only Ken and the Digimon Emperor in the throne room. Alone.

Somehow, I don't think this is a good thing. Instead of trying to get away, Ken laid his head back in the Digimon Emperor's knee. The Digimon Emperor started stroking the soft skin just above where the black ring rested. The touch was just short of being ticklish. Ken shivered.

They remained that way, sitting in heavy silence, until the Digimon Emperor shifted positions. His hiss of pain echoed in the vacant throne room. Ken raised his head and was about to ask when he remembered the back of the Digimon Emperor's shirt soaked in blood.

"Your back..."

"Don’t' worry about it. It's not that bad." The too bright look in the Digimon Emperor's eyes belied his words.

"Sadist."

"I am not," the Digimon Emperor said in indignation. "I do not inflict pain because it gives me pleasure." Ken looked up at him in disbelief. "I don't. I simply don't care if or when I inflict pain."

"I might not remember much from when I was you, but I do remember a few things. You liked giving pain to others," Ken stated. The Digimon Emperor smiled despite his obvious discomfort.

"Really? Was that really me who enjoyed the pain?" Ken refused to meet the Digimon Emperor's eyes, refused to acknowledge the question. The Digimon Emperor laughed, letting the sound echo throughout the empty throne room. "Still lying to yourself I see. No wonder I was able to break free. Someone so weak he doesn't even know himself doesn't deserve to be anything but submissive."

"I do know myself. I will never submit to you." Ken could taste the sudden surge of anger at the back of his throat.

"Whatever you say, Ken-chan."

Ken was possessed with the sudden need to wipe that knowing, self-satisfied smirk off of the Digimon Emperor's face. His hands moved of their own accord to the zipper on the front of the Digimon Emperor's pant. Submissive am I? I'll show you who is in charge.

He expected the Digimon Emperor to question what he was doing. That never happened. Ken also expected some form of physical retribution for his actions: a shove, a kick, or a well-placed slap. That didn't happen either. Finally, Ken had expected his hand to encounter cloth when he pushed them down the Digimon Emperor's pants. He knew he was doomed to disappointment when his fingers encountered bare skin.

This time when the Digimon Emperor's breath hissed in between his teeth, it was not from pain.