Healing Hands

by DigistarDBZ

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(A/N: What can I say?  This is like "Doctor, Doctor", only on a slightly fluffier note.  And this is dedicated to my bestest buddy Kenji Kotaro, and the best Digimon yaoi artist on the internet, Jace Moore. ^^  And no, there's not REALLY any actual sex in this one, but.. well... you'll just have to see for yourself.  Enjoy!)

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*knock, knock*

 

"Who is it?" I bearly manage to reply, holding my burning forhead with one hand while weakly trwirling a strand of hair with my other hand's finger. "If it's another doctor, Ill--"

 

"But Lord Piedmon, it's me."

 

I immediately recognize his voice and I smile, the pain in my throat ignored at the sound.

 

"Come in then, Myotismon.  I've been wondering where you've been."

 

"My God.." he sighs, walking over to my bedside (at my notion, of course).  "You're a mess- just like everyone said."

 

"Oh?  Remind me to kill the Digimon that spread that rumor," I whisper, my voice bearly rising above audibility.  "I suppose you want to know why you're here."

 

"Yes, sir." he replies, bowing.  I smile, reveling in the fact that I can direct any moves from him that I want.

 

"Do you have any knowledge in medical service?"

 

"I.." He bows his head as if it was in shame.  "I'm afraid not... the only thing I've learned is how to mend injuries," he lifts his head back up to look at me.  "But... those were only times when I, myself was injured."

 

"I see..." I say in response, trying with all my might to just sit up, but alas, to no avail.  "Well, then I'll just have to give you some pointer on what to do."

 

"But Lord Piedmon, shouldn't you leave this to an actual doctor?  The last thing I want is to kill you by accident."

 

"And you have the audacity to speak against my words?" I narrow my gaze at him to intimidate.  It's actually rather funny that I am the only Digimon in the entire Digiworld that can break his fiery will, for when I looked at him like that, a look of fear lept onto his face.

 

"...Of course not, Lord Piedmon," he says with a twinge of real and actual anxiety in his normally demanding voice.  "Your wish is my command, sir."

 

Oh, how I love this game!

 

"Then I wish to tell you something."

 

"Anything, Lord Piedmon," he replies, bowing again.

 

"I want you to get a white and green container from that bedstand," I lift my hand to point at the exact drawer, but with my illness, it is such a trial!  Yet my great will manages to overcome this weakness and he immediately rummages through the drawer, finally coming upon the little jar that I requested.

 

"Is this it?" he inquires, showing me the jar.

 

I sigh, already expecting relief.  "Yes.  I want you to use it."

 

"On you?  But what--"

 

"Just open the damn jar, Myotismon."

 

He does so without hesitation, his eyes widening greatly from the intense, concentrated aroma coming from the white paste/gell inside.

 

"What IS this??  It has the most intense odor I've ever smelled!!" He gasps in disgust.

 

"Now don't tell me you don't know vapor rubs when you smell them, right?"

 

I can see him put his free hand to his chin in thought.  "I may have, sir," he stops for a moment as (I figure) he tries to remember if he actually ever DID come in contact with vapor rubs before.  "But my memory fails me."

 

"It's simple," I say to him, patting my hand on the right side of my covers.  "Come down here."

 

"Yes, Lord Piedmon," he bows once more (I can never seem to get tired of him doing that!) before climbing onto my bed, still clutching the jar of vapor rub in his hand.  I take his hand in mine, then I put it over were my heart was.

 

"Undo the first three." I'm very sure that he understans that I mean the oval-shaped lapels that went down my light beige pajama top- seven of them- right down the center.

 

He inhales swiftly.  "Yes, sir."  He takes off his gloves before unhooking the first lapel from near my collar.  I breathe deeply, anticipating every move he makes.  The second and third finally follow.  I reach up and spread out the two slight halves of my pajama top, giving him better access.  I shiver at his cold touch when his hand cupped around my neck- especially with the fever.

 

"I didn't realize..." he says in shock, reaching his hand up against my forehead.  He clenches his teeth, obviously experiencing a dull, yet noticeable pain in the palm of his hand.  "...That you were like this... I have to get you a doc--"

 

I put a finger to his lips.

 

"Shut up and do what you're told." I tell him rather sharply.  Guding his hands, he takes a decent amout of the rub from the little jar, and he places it where my collarbone was.  I inhale and a blissful sigh escapes my lips.  "Now rub it in from the neck to the next hooked lapel."

 

He does so without question.  Gently, yet hard enough to work in the paste, he massages his hands in circles- moving his thumbs up and down with each rotation that his other fingers did.  The vapor gets stronger with every move he makes.. Yes, it is a very thick odor- one that smelled of various mints and spices, but it means so much more when it's him- my handsome warrior Myotismon- doing this.

 

If this is the treatment I get, I should try to get sick more often.

 

Something snaps, and a slow, soft moan escapes my lips.  He pauses for a moment, as if he was wondering what brought that on.  I shift uncomfortably, a growing heat- not as hot as my fever, but noticably hot-swelling up inside my pajama bottom, concentrated in between my legs.

 

"What's the matter?  Am I hurting you?"

 

"On the contrary," I chuckle, brushing my hand against his soft face.  "I do wish you would continue... it's a wonderful feeling indeed..."

 

"Very well." And he does so.  The already unberable heat in my lower regions gets even hotter with every massaging move he makes on my upper torso, and I clutch my pillow tightly and let out another deep moan.

 

"Lord Piedmon!  You have to tell me what's the matter!!"

 

It was then that I could take it no longer.

 

"Get me some water from downstairs."

 

"But you--"

 

"Now."

 

He gets up and bows before leaving.  "At once, Lord Piedmon." 

 

I hear the door shut, and I throw the covers from my body.  Despite the chills that came from exiting a very warm and comfortable blanket, I couldn't give a damn about it.  I hastily unhook the remaining four lapels on my pajama top before slipping my hands under the elastic waistband of my pajama bottom.  I don't care if this makes my fever worse, or just make any aches and chills worse. 

 

I wanted release.  My mind was focused on this, and I wanted it.

 

Using all of my remaining strength, I pull down on the pajama bottoms until they are at my knees, then I slip my aching intention out of my undergarments.  I want it, and I want it now.

 

Starting slow, I run my thumb up the shaft, squeezing with the rest of my fingers when I reached the head, then repeating the process again.  A small tear escapes from the corner of my eye as I increse the tempo, using both of my hands to caress and relieve this ache.

 

It's close. Very close.  Soon, this need will be fufilled... and I want to live every minute of it...

 

"Lord Piedmon.....!?!?!?!"

 

I hear him start saying my name normally, but by the time he was finished saying my name, the initial sight of myself had locked him to the spot, unknowingly dropping the water I requested, soaking a tiny portion of my carpet.  I turn my head to face him, and even though my vision was a little clouded over, I can tell he's absolutely horrified.

 

"I... I'm so sorry, my lord!!  This will never happen again, I swear it!!"

 

It made me smile to hear him- the powerful, feared Myotismon, begging for his life.  It reminds me of how MUCH power I have over him after all...

 

"Come here."

 

His eyes widen like they did when he first got the smell of the vapor rub.  "But.. Lord Piedmon..."

 

"I said come here.  Must I repeat myself?"

 

He walks over, visibly shaken by the state that I was in.

 

"I want you to help me." I offer him, guding his hands down to my hips before letting go.  "After all, you agreed to take care of me, right?"

 

"Y...yes, sir..."

 

"Then sit down."

 

He climbs back onto my bed, and I direct him to sit against the backboard while I sit up and set myself between his legs, hooking his arms over my elbows.

 

"Now- I want you to take that vapor rub and use as much as needed."

 

He scoops his hand into the jar, taking a large portion of the paste in his hand and holding it up to show me.  I grab his hand and place it on my member, then taking his other hand and positioning it under his coated hand.

 

"Now move." I choke, already feeling the effects of his paste-covered hands staying stationary.  But how they work in action!  A rush of the scented vapor fills the air as I hear the squishy sounds of the vapor up being smothered up and down my member, occiasionaly pressing his cold, coated thumb against the tender sacs underneath.  A loud, yet raspy moan escapes from my lips as he continues his magnificant work.

 

"Faster." I manage to blurt out that word in my haze of lust.  I put my hands over his, and we move together, faster than before- and much harder, too.  He manages to free one of his gooey hands from mine, running it up my stomach with a trail of vapor heading upwards as well.  I groan louder as his hand reaches over and smears across my stomach, coming to rest where my lungs desperately try to pump air in and out without sufficating me in a passionate frenzy.

 

"Put... ev..reything into it... now.." I struggle to say.  But he seems to agree, giving a quick squeeze before pattering his fingers against the shaft, then pressing roughly against it as he ran his thumbs back up and down.  The raspiness in my voice thankfully escapes me, if just for a moment, as I bellow out in climax.  Now I can see that the vapor rub isn't the only thing that is covering our hands.

 

"Do you feel any better, Lord Piedmon?" He leans his head over my shoulder, nuzzling the nape of my neck.

 

"Oh, yes...." my voice has cleared up a little- it may not be it's normal tone or pitch, but at least it's a little more recognizeable.  "For your first patient, you certainly knew what to do..."

 

"But you told me what to do with--"  I silence him with a finger once more.

 

"Don't talk."  But even the last few moments of my ectasy were some to remember.. he had taken up a paper towel from one of the drawers and was wiping up the slight mess that I had made in my fit.  He even had the right idea as to pulling back up my boxers and pajama bottom when he was finished cleaning me up.

 

He remembered my rule and nodded in approval.

 

"That is all, Myotismon. You did a fine job."

 

"With your permission," he starts, seeming to not take a moment to remember what I said.  "I would like to stay here and keep an eye on you."

 

I lay back as he puts the covers back over me, closing my eyes and smiling.

 

"...Permission granted."

 

He bows and smiles as well, taking up a nearby chair before sitting at my bedside.

 

Yes... he makes a fine medical assistant indeed....

 

And I intend to return the favor someday.

 

Owari

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