Title: Spice Season: Adventure 02 Character(s): Armadimon, Iori, Hida Michiko (Iori's mom), Hida Chikara, OC Rating: G Words: 382 Note 1: Weee!! Inspiration! Koushirou and tentomon in for The Real thing
Armadimon slavered before the incredible array of sushi on the table. Michiko-san had been busy the entire evening with either the preparation or making sure the hungry digimon wasn't getting his "dirty" paws on the food. The woman positively glowed at having her brother-in-law over for dinner and Iori's partner almost wondered whether there was something amiss with it.
Finally, eating time came. Although "shovelling" would have been a more accurate description of Armadimon's usual eating technique, Michiko had quite strongly insisted on his use of the chopsticks, which left Armadimon grumpy. These things were nothing but a hindrance to him, but he complied, because he wanted in on that rice and seaweed eldorado.
Everybody was now quite busy eating and complimenting Michiko, except Armadimon, who was too busy making sure none of the egg-filled rolls escaped his chopsticks. He alternated his chomping with sips from his teacup, fighting the urge to just upturn and pour the entire thing in his muzzle.
He noticed Ichiro always dipped his sushis in a pale green paste in addition to the soy sauce everybody else enjoyed. He leaned toward Iori.
"Hey, Iori, what's that thing your uncle puts on his sushis?" he whispered.
"That's wasabi. It's a spicy flavouring," Iori explained.
"Really? I love spicy! I want in!" Armadimon said excitedly.
He swiped his next sushi in the small bowl, collecting over half the content and dropped the roll in his mouth.
"Watch out! Wasabi is.." Iori warned.
But it was too late. The digimon had already gobbled down the sushi and was licking his lips contentedly, eyes closed.
"Very strong," the boy finished.
Armadimon's eyes shot open.
"Argh!!" he yelled. "Fire! My throat is on fire!"
He dropped his teacup into his mouth and swallowed content and container, earning no effect but a shocked and angry gasp from Michiko and a snicker from Iori's uncle. Chikara just looked on in interest as the digimon latched onto the teapot and poured the entire content into his mouth, much to Michiko's dismay. The digimon smacked his lips together and calmed down slightly, breathing heavily. Iori was shaking his head and trying to ignore the whole ordeal until...
"Woah, now that's what I call 'spicy'!" the digimon exclaimed as he scooped more paste with a California roll.
Title: V is for "victory" Season: Adventure 02 Character(s): V-mon, Hawkmon (Daisuke, Miyako) Rating: PG-ish Words: 220 Pairing: V-mon/Hawkmon Note: I've been wanting to write something with those two. And When I noticed they both have a v-shaped mark on their forehead, I had to follow suit.
Hawkmon wasn't sure what was the most annoying: that Daisuke asked him to stay around V-mon while he and Hawkmon's partner or that he had lost all common sense and accepted. At least, V-mon wasn't difficult to keep busy. Right now he was completely enthralled by a pop-up book. Unfortunately, V-mon's shorter-than-average attention span meant that it would not work for very long. And indeed, just as Hawkmon thought this, V-mon put the book aside and flopped back with a moan of "Booooooooored."
"Two digimon in the room, and only one brain," the bird mumbled.
V-mon looked and scowled at him.
"Says the guy that freaked out when he first saw a Thanksgiving dinner," he retorted.
Hawkmon snorted and crossed his arms, turning his back to the other digimon.
"I'm not even going to answer that," he said.
"Yeah right, 'cause that 'V' of yours stands for 'virgin mind', right?" the dragon mocked.
"'Velocity', for your information, Mr. 'V is for vacuous'," the bird retorted.
"Vain," V-mon continued.
"Vexatious," Hawkmon upstaged.
"How about we just say we're a 'W' for 'waspish'?" V-mon offered.
Hawkmon looked over his shoulder.
"More like 'wretched relationship', if you ask me."
"How would you know?" V-mon smirked. "You never tried."
The bird walked up to him, grinning.
"Actually, I wouldn't mind testing that hypothesis."
Title: Repellent Season: Adventure 02 Character(s): Tentomon, Koushirou Rating: G Words: 299 Note 1: Weee!! Inspiration! Koushirou and tentomon in for The Real thing
Scratch. Scratch. Type. Type. Swat. Swat. Curse. Curse. Repeat. Tentomon observed with interest while his partner attempted to type and repel insects attracted by the glow of the screen. The teen muttered death curse at the entire classis, grabbed his laptop and stalked back inside the shack where he began searching through his stuff. Tentomon buzzed after him.
"What are you looking for, Koushirou?" the digimon asked.
"Bug repellent," Koushirou hissed between his teeth.
Tentomon gasped and took a step back. Koushirou blinked, taking a few seconds to process the exchange.
"Sorry, sorry, it's got nothing to do with you!" he tried to explain. "It's the mosquitoes!" he swatted at another as he spoke. "At least we didn't have to deal with that back in the Digital World."
Koushirou returned to searching desperately through his bag, eventually upturning it and spreading the contents across the floor. Tentomon cocked his head.
"What's so problematic with them?"
"They bite, and they suck blood and it itches like hell."
"So they're like mini-Vamdemon?"
"Yeah, minus the drive to take over the world, " Koushirou chuckled.
He dropped back on the edge of the bed in desperation. There was no trace of the repellent spray. He looked up suspiciously at his partner.
"Tentomon, would you happen to know what actually happened to the repellent," he asked.
"Not after we left," Tentomon said, evading his partner's look.
"But that doesn't mean 'no', does it?" Koushirou insisted.
"What did you expect me to do?" Tentomon burst out. "I thought your parents wanted to get rid of me or something!"
"What happened?" the boy asked calmly.
"I... Kinda dropped it in the trash can."
"Kinda..." Koushirou trailed off.
He raised a hand to crush a mosquito on his forehead. It was going to be a long week.
He curled into his trademark sphere and gave a contented sigh. Helping his partner was always a pleasure, but right now, he really needed to help himself, and that would prove to be a pleasure too. He knew it.
He looked down at the painfully swollen sheath and, with a muffled grunt, finally allowed his painfully hard member to slip out and met his lips. He moaned at the sensation as he let out his tongue to slid over the cock and clean it of the pre-cumit was soaking in. Still moaning softly, he pushed it past his lips and began sucking, lost in his own pleasure, ignorant of the world. He was complete.