Doctor, Doctor
By DigistarDBZ
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(A/N: Aww, forget it. I'll just refrain from the comments and such, so I just want to tell you that this is YET ANOTHER Piedmon/Myotismon PWP? from me, so if you can't handle yaoi, run for your life!! Otherwise, read on, and if you don't like it, that's YOUR problem.)
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It's times like these I loathe battles.
I was lucky I managed to defeat my enemies this time... but it did have its price. I now found myself *limping* towards my coffin, clutching my broken arm as I struggled to get in without upsetting my broken or bruised ribs or legs for that matter... My teeth grit involuntarily as more twinges of pain surge through my body from just laying down. I try to close my eyes when I hear the door open and a very eerie sound...
The sound of feet not even touching the ground. I try to turn over, but a hand grasps my shoulder tightly, and I gasp- half surprised, half pained.
"I can tell you were injured in that last battle," he says with almost no sympathy. I turn to face him, trying to mask my pain with pride.
"Why? I can't feel pain." I reply with a slightly repulsed tone. He chuckles lightly, taking my chin with his hand, lifting my face to meet his. I glare, jerking my face away from him. "Don't touch me."
"Temper, temper... You must remember who you are talking to," he replies with a cocky grin. I 'feh' in response as I wave my arm around a little, trying to make him think I was just fine. In truth, it hurts like Hell. But he shouldn't see that. I don't WANT him to see that. He doesn't want me to feel pain. But it's in vain- he shakes his head as if in mockery, taking my arm into his hands.
"What the hell are you doing?" I say, glaring at him again.
"It's an inspection. I want to see if you are truly well." he replies wryly, rolling up my sleeve and exposing the bandaged arm underneath the crushed velvet cloth. He runs a gloved finger down my arm with slight pressure. My face threatens to contort with pain, but I try to fight it. He 'tsk's in response, dropping my arm, not caring about the fact that it slammed onto the side of the coffin. I could FEEL my eyes widen as I fight the instinct to scream at the top of my lungs, feeling the nerves in my arm like they were shattering on impact.
"Well, you *ARE* injured... you should tell me these things," he replies, grinning. "But let's just see if there are other places where you are injured..." He stretches me out like a cat, pangs still racking my body as he runs his hands from my face to my ankles, wrinkling my uniform and smearing across my boots. I mutter foul words under my breath to keep myself from showing any sign of discomfort to him. He smirks again as he untucks my scarf from my neck, and by the time he reached over and started to undo each button on my tunic, a cold sweat washed over me. I KNEW what he wanted. But I couldn't get away... not like THIS... the pain is still there, still hacking away at my pride. He finished, and spread the fabric apart, starting to trace each line that the bandages hugged so tightly. I can't help it- a soft moan escapes my throat- mostly one of pain than pleasure...
"Oh, so it *does* hurt?" he chuckles. I breathe heavily, trying to ignore the stabs that seem to cut into my lungs like knives.
"I... I won't tell you." I struggle to say, fighting back pained noises that tried to burst from my throat. He smiles as he lightly presses his lips to my collarbone, sucking gently as he moves across the line between skin and gauze. I can't take it... I grasp my mouth, breathing, moaning and shouting obcenities into it as to not get him suspicious.
"Don't try to fight what your body is telling you..." he whispers, trying to take my hand away from my mouth. I attempt to fight that, but he is a Mega, and I but an Ultimate Digimon... I can't stop my labored breathing, despite the intense pain, and he won't stop touching and kissing me.... Now I feel more pain... not like the stabbing feeling that aches most of my body, but... a dull, clenching ache in my crotch... 'God... More pain... I can't stand it...' I think as he finally notices the bulge in my trousers.
"Oh, so there's one more pain that you want me to fix?" he grins as he traces the bulge. I shake my head, trying to be frantic, but the pain and pleasure is too intense... "Then let me just take a look..." He unbuckles the belts on my waist as he says that. I close my eyes tightly, my world becoming a swirling haze of black- that is, until I felt this unberable sucking sensation on my heat, the fight not to speak becoming harder than EVER. Now everything seemed to be drawn inwards like a spiral of insanity, with loud groans escaping from my throat. The heat keeps me from seeing him clearly, but I can barely see him kissing its length, tracing his tounge around it, sucking lightly... at that moment, the black swirls in my vision drawn in so tightly, they explode outward, and I am unable to hold back one of the LOUDEST screams of agony or pleasure I had ever felt.... He draws away at last, licking the white liquid off his ruby lips, still smirking.
"Try not to get yourself killed again, Myotismon," he replies, fastening my pants. "I am not very skilled at playing the role of a doctor..."
As he turns and walks out the door, I grumble "colorful language", wrapping my cape around my body. But... there was something rather odd about that...