A/N: Agnimon x Wolfmon, and inspired by all those Japanese
fansites with the digimon running around armor-free and sexy as
all hell. ^_^;; I might feel guilty if I didn't know most of
you probably get off on the idea as much as I do. Oh, who am I
kidding- I don't even feel guilty about slashing Honda and Kaiba
or Miroku and Sesshoumaru. *cue evil chortling* I will make
these pairings be 'shipped by all! Mwa-ha-ha!
Er, right. Focusing NOW . . .
Warnings: My first 04 fic. And lime. Lime, lime, lime. But
almost lemon. And yaoi, but you should've figured that out by
It starts with a look.
They were weakened, and tired, wounded and split apart from the
others, and Wolfmon had given Agnimon a "look" without even
realizing it. They'd exchanged angry words, and afraid, unsure
of their friends' safety, they fell to fighting with each other.
And somehow from there, it went to tangled limbs and libido,
twisting in together and shedding clothes in a mad knot of
passion and feelings that shouldn't be. They are children,
But these bodies are not children's, and these feelings are not
children's, and this place is not a place where any children
ought to be. This world is not a playground; its dangers are
very real and always very close.
Perhaps this is why they grew up so quickly.
But even if it isn't, they both have other problems that
would've just as easily done it if they had stayed- reality was
never missed with Takuya and Kouji.
Somewhere inside the fusion of their lips and tongues, a voice,
faint and dusky, breathes a name. Neither of them knows which
one's voice it was, whose name was spoken. Neither of them
cares. They are living in the now, even if their now isn't real
by normal definitions. Maybe when it's over they'll hate
themselves, but right now they have nothing but love and lust in
Of course the armor would be removable, they both think- but
still, neither had ever even thought such a thing would be
needed. They are used to using these bodies for making war, not
making love, and the reactions brought on by these touches are
So clothes and armor that they aren't sure how to remove are
struggled out of and unfamiliar skin is revealed and marveled
at. Heat rises from their bones and sears through flesh and
what little fabric remains, until it is ripped away too and cold
air freezes the sweat on their skin. They are unused to the
strength in these bodies, and their outfits shred beneath their
own too-eager fingers.
They don't understand this; don't know what it means to give
oneself to someone and to receive them in return. All they see
is each other and all they know is that this feels so good.
This feels, in fact, better than that. It feels RIGHT. And
these two have learned that gut feelings can save your life;
that people can't spend their whole lives waiting for the best
time. Sometimes you can, but sometimes, you don't have that
long. You have to treat each day as if it were your last,
because someday, it will be.
This isn't. But they're still acting like it might be.
Because it always could, after all.
So Agnimon who is sometimes Takuya pulls Wolfmon who is
sometimes Kouji to the ground, and both curl into each other,
neither exactly dominant but neither exactly submissive either.
Torso to torso, legs between legs, hands still roaming and both
alternately fighting for and surrendering the top, naked and
panting and with every muscle pulled violin-taut.
And again, somewhere between their tongues and teeth a
breathless voice cries out softly, and neither one knows whose
it is or what it says, and neither one cares. They're here,
they're together, they're alive for a little longer, and that's
all that matters anymore.
For a moment, they pull back from their embrace, kneeling face-
to-face and struggling to regain their lost breath. Their eyes
meet for what is probably the first time since this began, and
both are startled by what they see there. Their own
reflections, for one, and emotions they never thought they'd
feel, or at least never thought would feel like this.
The foremost of these is love. Lust and desire blur it
slightly, but it's there.
And both of them know, right here and now, that they would do
almost anything to get the other to look at them like this
forever. And somewhere between now and forever, they will, and
But the only thing that either one can think of now, even with
such fear in their hearts, is that this is the way it was always
supposed to be.
* ende *
. : love is this : .