Digimon belongs to Toei! *sob*

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Shi-chan: *sigh* and here goes yet-another Kensuke serial...with 'Love Is,' and 'Sandglass' still unfinished, I'm building up quite a track record of fics-in-limbo...
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Tomodachi
Chapter 3
~By Shimegami-chan
Warnings: Kensuke! Yay!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The rating goes a little bit up here, but it still might be too low, I'm not sure. No lemon, but there is innuendo, and naked Ken.



Daisuke led the indigo-haired Ken into his room, locking the door behind them, and turning on a lamp in the corner. He dumped his jacket and tie in a heap and moved to close the curtains, turning around to find a very naked Ken standing before him. "What the..."

Ken stepped close and began to unbutton Daisuke's dress shirt, letting it drop to the floor, and moved his hands to the zipper of Daisuke's pants. The reddish-haired teen's mouth went dry. "K-Ken..."

He was getting aroused. "Damn." Daisuke stepped back, out of Ken's reach. "Why are you...?"

Ken did not speak, merely averted his eyes and lay down on the bed, his thighs spread.

Daisuke's jaw dropped and he stormed over to the other boy. "What on earth are you doing?"

Takeru's words came back to him. Everybody's used him at some point. "I'm not going to hurt you, Ken, and I'm not going to screw you. I just want to talk."

Ken did not respond, his face placid.

"Of course, that would involve you actually speaking."

"Yes, Master." the violet-eyes boy croaked. It sounded as though he hadn't used his voice in months.

Daisuke sighed. "Anyway, I lied to Takeru; I'm starving. Let's eat first and talk later." He wrapped a grey wool blanket around Ken's thin shoulders, disturbed at his ability to count Ken's ribs through his translucent skin. Daisuke uncovered the plate from the cafeteria and cut off a peice of still-warm roast beef, savoring the flavour. "This guys sure can cook."

He cast a glance at his new Pet, offering the thin boy a peice of meat. "You going to eat or what?"

Ken stared incredoulously at the fork. Daisuke waggled it. "Come on, put some meat on those bones. It looks like you haven't eaten in a month."

"T-thank you," Ken replied, taking the food with his fingers and slowly chewing it.

Daisuke finished off the rest of the main course and handed Ken the plate full of vegetables. "I'm your new Master, and I say eat. So finish these, okay?" Without waiting for an answer he got up and dug around in his suitcase, dredging up a kettle that he filled in the tiny bathroom and two packs of instant ramen.

By the time the kettle had boiled, Ken had polished off the remains of the dinner, and his cheeks had gained a little color. Daisuke set a bowl of ramen and chopsticks before him. "Eat up," he said cheerfully. "Mom packed enough ramen and green tea for an army."

Ken, looking grateful, took the chopsticks and ate hungrily; getting partway through the bowl before stopping. "Thank you, Master."

"Don't call me that," Daisuke said mildly. "You're done?" His Pet nodded. "Guess your stomach's smaller than mine...probably from not eating." He finished both his own and Ken's soup before flopping onto the bed. "Well, that's much better. So, Ken, how on earth did a guy like you end up in a hole like this?"

Ken met his eyes. "My--my parents wanted me to have a better education than I would in Tamachi, Master."

"Don't call me that."

Ken looked uncomfortable. "How shall I call you?"

Daisuke made a who-cares gesture. "Well, the name's Motomiya Daisuke. My friends call me Dai, you can call me that too. So, tell me about yourself."

"I'm sorry, Ma--Daisuke-sama, I'm not used to speaking so much...Pets are told to keep quiet and speak when spoken to. I never spoke at all since I became a Pet."

"No problem." Dai grinned.

Ken started cleaning up the mess of ramen packets and clothes scattered on the floor, still clutching the grey blanket around his waist. "I shouldn't be speaking so frankly. I'm sorry, Daisuke-sama."
"Daisuke is fine. And Ken, if we're gonna be friends, I'll need to know about you."

Ken dropped the empty tray with a clatter. "W-what? Friends?"

"Well, yeah." Daisuke shrugged. "I don't like this slave-master bit. Don't people have friends in this school?"

"Osamu and Wallace are friends," said Ken slowly, "but are you saying you don't want me as your Pet?"

Daisuke stopped to think it over. If he sacrificed his ownership of Ken, the other boy would still get kicked around, and Dai would probably be forced to take some other slvae. On the other hand, he didn't feel comfortable bossing Ken around. The violet-eyed teen was jumpy and submissive, but Daisuke surmised that that had come around because of his rough treatment.

Also, Daisuke found Ken extremely attractive.

"How about this. I'll claim you as my Pet, and you can act according when we're around other people...but when we're alone, we'll be friends, and equals. Okay?"

The look on his Pet's face was that of utter disbeleif. "But if you get caught--"

"--I can handle it," replied Daisuke. "I have a feeling that Yamato and Taichi aren't what they seem to be either, and I'll bet that some others treat their Pets like humans."

"Daisuke-sama--"

"Daisuke."

"Daisuke...thank you."

"No problem, Ken." He yawned and headed to the dresser, taking out two pairs of flannel pajamas. "Put these on...it's way colder here than it is in Odaiba, brrr. Let's grab some shut-eye."

Ken gingerly slid his body into the warm fabric, sighing happily. "I can't thank you enough." He lay down on the floor, pillowing his head on this hands.

"Iie, Ken! Don't sleep there, you'll freeze to death. Sorry I don't have a futon for you," Daisuke yanked back the bedcovers, "but we can share. If you don't mind."

The violet-eyed boy rose and eased himself onto the bed, looking into Daisuke's brown eyes. "I don't know how to repay you, Daisuke-sama, but...would you like me to...pleasure you?"

Daisuke froze. As enticing as the thought was, he was trying to build a friendship here. He couldn't take advantage of Ken like that. "No...that's all right. But if you want to, we can sleep closer together...share warmth?"

Ken heard the hopeful tone in his Master's voice and drew his arms around Daisuke, nestling their bodies together. "Okay."

The warm room and the feeling of Ken's slim arms around him had the most wonderful effect, in Daisuke's opinion. He snuggled against his companion and closed his eyes, falling towards sleep.







~to be continued...


Next chapter: Enter Shinichi, Dai's next-door neighbour, and find out just what the deal is between Yamato and Taichi. The second night with Ken goes unhitched--but how long before Ken's other admirers want him back?


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Shi-chan: You like? You hate? R&R please!!!