I Can't Hold Back: Fureidoramon to Garugomon
By DigistarDBZ
* * * * (A/N: *gasp!!!* This is actually a lemon starring someone ELSE for a change- by ME of all authors!! This is a Flamedramon/Gargomon fic that was requested by BossReo himself.. well, actually 'begged and pleaded' is more the words to use. :P And he made an offer I couldn't refuse- a Flamedramon/Gargomon fic for a Pieyotismon picture.. by him. Heh.. with his views on the couple, it was the chance of a lifetime! ~_^ And before you start saying on what the song is, it happens to be a song by one of my favorite 80s bands, Survivor. No, not the show with the tribal council and the islands or outbacks... I mean "Eye of the Tiger" Survivor. This one is a very peppy song, but has this balladic message that I thought would be PERFECT for this one. I might to a Pieyotismon to "The Search is Over", but who knows. Anyways, enjoy! (Especially you, Reo- I worked my inspiration overtime to get this done for you!! ;P) * * * * There's a story in my eyes
Turn the pages of desire
"No one's gonna catch us. No one's home, remember?"
Now it's time to trade those dreams
For the rush of passion's fire
"But..." thin blue hands put two fingers to the gun-handed Digimon's mouth.
"Don't speak," the blue dragon humanoid Digimon replied, twirling his faceguard on the tip of his tail. "Just feel."
I can feel you tremble when we touch
And I feel the hand of fate
Reaching out to both of us
Their lips met as hands began to wander. Metal-grafted hands, which jutted from the center of the giant revolvers on his wrists, fumbled with the leather belt straps that held the breastplate to the blue Digimon's slender body.
It fell to the floor with little resistence as the gun-armed Digimon's kisses wandered lower, eliciting a soft moan from the blue Digimon's throat.
"It... it's that simple," the blue Digimon stated quietly as the gun-armed Digimon's kisses went back up his neck, and took little nibbles on the long, yet crooked cerulean ears.
I've been holding back the night
I've been searching for a clue from you
"But aren't we BOTH supposed to feel good?" the gun-armed Digimon replied, gently fondling a rather large bulge in the blue Digimon's genital sheath. "I don't feel any different."
The blue Digimon cocked his eyebrow and smiled.
I'm gonna try with all my might
To make this story line come true
"Then I'll show you." he replied, and flipped the gun-armed Digimon onto his back, easing his jeans down in between hot kisses.
Can ya feel me tremble when we touch
Can ya feel the hand of fate
The gun-armed Digimon gasped when the blue Digimon nibbled, then slightly licked the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. "I.. .hot..." he stuttered as a free hand caressed a bluge through denim and white briefs.
"It's strange..." the blue Digimon mumbled as his other hand started to pull back the sheath that housed his own 7 inches.
Reaching out to both of us
This love affair can't wait
"Wha...? What is it?" The gun-armed Digimon asked as he only caught a glimpse of the pale blue shaft that stuck out of his once-bare crotch as if it had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "What's strange?"
"You don't have a sheath like I do."
"Huh? Why do you ask?"
I can't hold back, I'm on the edge
(I can't hold back)
You voice explodes inside my head
The blue Digimon gave a squeeze to the contents of the gun-armed Digimon's pants and undergarnments, making the Digimon cry out.
"That's why. It's just... out there."
I can't hold back, I won't back down
Girl it's too late to turn back now
"I don't know..." the gun-armed Digimon replied, small, barely noticable tears trickling from his bead-like black eyes. "I think most Digimon that wear clothes don't need sheaths like you do." "Really."
Before the gun-armed Digimon could reply, the blue Digimon slid everything off the gun-armed Digimon until he was naked from the waist down. "Ah... what are you doing now?"
Another shooting star goes by
And in the night the silence speaks to you and I
"This."
With that, the blue Digimon slid his member into the gun-armed Digimon's entrance, making him cry out in pain. "Ahh.... It hurts... It hurts....!!!!!! How can this make me feel good?!"
"Just relax- don't try to fight anything except the pain." the blue Digimon replied as he took ahold of the gun-armed Digimon's pale member, his fingers brushing against pale yellow and green fur.
And now the time has come at last
"Gnn... No... no.... yes..." the gun-armed Digimon's head was spinning in a vortex of pleasure and pain, his mind trying vailantly to blot out the pain part. "Don't stop..."
"It's... it's coming... be.. ready...!!!"
"FLAMEDRAMON!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Don't let the moment run too fast
"Ah... it's burning..." the gun-armed Digimon mumbled as he sat up, trying to ease the burn of hot seed inside him.
"It's all right.. We'll go down to the lake and wash off if it makes you feel better," the blue Digimon said as he hugged him from behind.
I can feel you tremble when we touch
And I feel the hand of fate reaching out to both of us
There's a story in my eyes, turn the pages of desire
Now it's time to trade those dreams
For the rush of passion's fire