Digimon Adventure 02: Depths of Dreams: Chapter 2/2
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Piemon’s arms encircled Takeru from behind, too tight to wiggle away from, cold breath puffing into Takeru’s ears.
He’d tried to get away, only to find he couldn’t. Piemon’s grip remained firm.
“Of course you can’t escape,” the evil Digimon murmured. “As long as you live, I’m here with you.”
Takeru shook his head. Their mark burned on his wrist even now, but he refused to accept it. Even if he had, Piemon was dead!
“You’ll never get away from me, Takeru.”
Takeru shuddered all over. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.
“And why not?”
Takeru hated how Piemon answered his unspoken thoughts. Piemon chuckled.
“As long as you live, I live. It may take time, but I’ll come for you. I know that’s what you want.” Gloved hands made their way down to his wrists, turning them to reveal the mark. “You and I are one soul.” Piemon’s lips pressed against the back of Takeru’s neck and Takeru jerked away.
He did so not because it felt bad, but because Piemon’s kisses sent tingles of pleasure all through him, even while his hands kept Takeru in place on his lap.
“I’ll wait,” Piemon murmured, sliding Takeru around so they faced one another. “I want you more than anything, my soulmate. Do you know how rare it is for a human and a Digimon to be bound like this? Far rarer than it is to be Chosen, I can assure you.”
“I don’t care!” Takeru glared into Piemon’s scarlet eyes. “You think I’d ever want anything to do with you?”
“Do you think it matters what either of us wants?” A sudden sharp edge lined Piemon’s words. “I would far rather bed someone like Vamdemon instead of someone like you.” One of Piemon’s hands released from Takeru’s unmarked wrist and tilted Takeru’s head back. “You expect me to be gentle with you, don’t you? To satisfy you before I satisfy myself with you.”
With every word Takeru shook his head more. The very touch of Piemon’s hands sparked things he didn’t want to acknowledge. This is a dream! A nightmare! That’s all it is!
“Of course it is. But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong, Takeru. Whether I want you or not, I have you.” Piemon’s smile sent even more shudders through Takeru. “I keep what is mine. You could ask Vamdemon about it when he returns.”
Takeru couldn’t process that, nor did he want to. BelialVamdemon’s defeat got rid of him for good, hadn’t it?
“Killed, yes. Killed forever? No.” Piemon moved closer. “Just like me, he’s bound to one of you. And you will see him again, as well.” Piemon’s lips descended on his once more.
Takeru swallowed he came to the end of what he wanted to say. Some of what happened, he wouldn’t tell his brother. “I woke up then.”
Yamato rested one soothing hand on Takeru’s still shaking shoulder. Takeru hoped Yamato wouldn’t say anything about that. He wished Patamon would be there; the dreams never bothered him when his partner was there. But this was one of the nights that he spent in the Digital World.
“It wouldn’t be a bad idea if you tried asking someone else out,” Yamato said thoughtfully. “It’s up to you. Have you thought about Daisuke, maybe? Or Ken or Miyako?”
Takeru sputtered so hard that he didn’t notice Yamato getting up for a few minutes, rummaging through something in the spare room he’d been in, until he came back. In his hands there rested a stuffed…
At first Takeru thought it was Patamon. It looked very much like him. Yamato settled it next to Takeru.
“Dad got it for me. They’re making ones of all of our partners, remember?”
Takeru nodded; he’d had too much on his mind tonight to remember before.
“Why don’t you keep it? I don’t think I’m going to need it.” Yamato’s lips quirked. “It’ll do until Patamon himself comes back, right?”
Takeru’s protests died on his lips, allowing him only an agreeing nod. After the dream’s exhaustion and the hot chocolate’s warmth, he had no strength to say anything else. He curled up under his blankets, not surprised to find Yamato settling into the chair next to him. He fell back into sleep, wondering if he should ask Daisuke out. Maybe not a bad idea after all. Much, much better than Piemon.
His last conscious thought, forgotten by morning, was to wonder just whose bad luck bound them to Vamdemon.
The End
Notes: Now, was it a dream? Was it really Piemon somehow? Was he telling the truth or just trying to unnerve Takeru? I'll never tell... unless I write a sequel.
And yes, I know who Vamdemon's human soulmate is.
Piemon’s arms encircled Takeru from behind, too tight to wiggle away from, cold breath puffing into Takeru’s ears.
He’d tried to get away, only to find he couldn’t. Piemon’s grip remained firm.
“Of course you can’t escape,” the evil Digimon murmured. “As long as you live, I’m here with you.”
Takeru shook his head. Their mark burned on his wrist even now, but he refused to accept it. Even if he had, Piemon was dead!
“You’ll never get away from me, Takeru.”
Takeru shuddered all over. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.
“And why not?”
Takeru hated how Piemon answered his unspoken thoughts. Piemon chuckled.
“As long as you live, I live. It may take time, but I’ll come for you. I know that’s what you want.” Gloved hands made their way down to his wrists, turning them to reveal the mark. “You and I are one soul.” Piemon’s lips pressed against the back of Takeru’s neck and Takeru jerked away.
He did so not because it felt bad, but because Piemon’s kisses sent tingles of pleasure all through him, even while his hands kept Takeru in place on his lap.
“I’ll wait,” Piemon murmured, sliding Takeru around so they faced one another. “I want you more than anything, my soulmate. Do you know how rare it is for a human and a Digimon to be bound like this? Far rarer than it is to be Chosen, I can assure you.”
“I don’t care!” Takeru glared into Piemon’s scarlet eyes. “You think I’d ever want anything to do with you?”
“Do you think it matters what either of us wants?” A sudden sharp edge lined Piemon’s words. “I would far rather bed someone like Vamdemon instead of someone like you.” One of Piemon’s hands released from Takeru’s unmarked wrist and tilted Takeru’s head back. “You expect me to be gentle with you, don’t you? To satisfy you before I satisfy myself with you.”
With every word Takeru shook his head more. The very touch of Piemon’s hands sparked things he didn’t want to acknowledge. This is a dream! A nightmare! That’s all it is!
“Of course it is. But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong, Takeru. Whether I want you or not, I have you.” Piemon’s smile sent even more shudders through Takeru. “I keep what is mine. You could ask Vamdemon about it when he returns.”
Takeru couldn’t process that, nor did he want to. BelialVamdemon’s defeat got rid of him for good, hadn’t it?
“Killed, yes. Killed forever? No.” Piemon moved closer. “Just like me, he’s bound to one of you. And you will see him again, as well.” Piemon’s lips descended on his once more.
Takeru swallowed he came to the end of what he wanted to say. Some of what happened, he wouldn’t tell his brother. “I woke up then.”
Yamato rested one soothing hand on Takeru’s still shaking shoulder. Takeru hoped Yamato wouldn’t say anything about that. He wished Patamon would be there; the dreams never bothered him when his partner was there. But this was one of the nights that he spent in the Digital World.
“It wouldn’t be a bad idea if you tried asking someone else out,” Yamato said thoughtfully. “It’s up to you. Have you thought about Daisuke, maybe? Or Ken or Miyako?”
Takeru sputtered so hard that he didn’t notice Yamato getting up for a few minutes, rummaging through something in the spare room he’d been in, until he came back. In his hands there rested a stuffed…
At first Takeru thought it was Patamon. It looked very much like him. Yamato settled it next to Takeru.
“Dad got it for me. They’re making ones of all of our partners, remember?”
Takeru nodded; he’d had too much on his mind tonight to remember before.
“Why don’t you keep it? I don’t think I’m going to need it.” Yamato’s lips quirked. “It’ll do until Patamon himself comes back, right?”
Takeru’s protests died on his lips, allowing him only an agreeing nod. After the dream’s exhaustion and the hot chocolate’s warmth, he had no strength to say anything else. He curled up under his blankets, not surprised to find Yamato settling into the chair next to him. He fell back into sleep, wondering if he should ask Daisuke out. Maybe not a bad idea after all. Much, much better than Piemon.
His last conscious thought, forgotten by morning, was to wonder just whose bad luck bound them to Vamdemon.
The End
Notes: Now, was it a dream? Was it really Piemon somehow? Was he telling the truth or just trying to unnerve Takeru? I'll never tell... unless I write a sequel.
And yes, I know who Vamdemon's human soulmate is.