Water-Logged Love
By DigistarDBZ (With the help of an old friend... ^_^)
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(A/N: It's been a while, minna!! :D Well, I wasn't able to pull this one off alone, so I enlisted the help of an old friend of mine (Who is QUITE skilled at writing lemons- I learned from her!), and goes by the name Nemi. I recently introduced her to the Piedmon/Myotismon coupling, and she is a DEVOTED fan like me and several others. Well, I hope you enjoy this! It's an idea that has long since been a favorite for lemons writers, and I've decided to get MY feet wet. (Ok, that's a bad pun. ESPECIALLY since you'll find out what lemon is focused around.) Peace!)
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Soft, cool breezes work quite well against burning hot flesh, I have found. Especially when you are at your peak exhaustion and your skin feels like fire underneath your clothes- yes, burning, seering fire....

As soon as I closed the door behind me, I slumped against it, nearly putting my whole weight onto it as I tried to control my frantic breath, stumbling to my knees. Searching across the wall with my hand, I fumble for the light control and turn a knob to dim them, the bright light worsening my already insanely painful headache. Yet I manage to brealy crack an eye open to glance around the room. 'Just my luck...' I say to myself, smiling slightly. 'It's a bathroom. Maybe... yes... that will help just nicely...' I draw my elbow to the counter, trying to get up on my shaky legs and walk across the tile-filled room. As I draw my hand up to sling against the towel rack, I open the translucent curtains to the shower bath and set the water. I inhale the scent of falling water like it was some sort of drug, involuntarily trying to yank my scarf from my throat in the process. As soon as I removed it (and almost breaking the large bat-shaped pin that held it in place in the process), I drunkenly yanked and jerked on belts, buckles and gloves, and then cloth once there were no more decor to remove. I stop for a moment, just as I was unbuckling my belts.

'Oh, Free...' I say to myself. 'I feel better already just being free of suffocating cloathing and letting ones skin being exposed to the cool air,' Even as I slip out of my trousers and grip the waistband of my undergarment, pulling it down and off my legs, I just want to just lay down on the cold tiles and take a nap, but no... the shower would feel so much better, cool water all around and on me. If only I could get the energy up to do it. I stumbled forward again, and practically fell into the shower's far wall as I pitched forward. I groaned in bliss as the cool water hit me. I sink my back down against the cool wall, feeling it pull the heat away from my body. Eventually I turned the heat up a bit, when I could actually bear to open my eyes more than a crack.

'So nice...' I ran my hands through my hair, enjoying the feeling of water, of cold, and the slight scalp massage. It was only when I tried to run my wet hands down my face did I realize that I forgot something.... 'Damn it... My mask. I knew I forgot something....' I reach up and start to bend my ears to unhook it from my face.

"Don't. You look more pleasing like that."

My eyes widen with shock. 'That voice-- Oh, shit.... the curtains..' I turn my head and suddenly a crazed blush lunges onto my face. I find myself looking him STRAIGHT in the eyes, as he was kneeling to meet my current eye level. "....Um... Hello, Lord Piedmon... what a.. surprise.." I stammer, my heart jammed into my throat like a rock. He cocks a small smirk, getting up. "Look... if you want to use the shower now, I can leave--" he stops my sentence with his gloved hand on my wet lips.

"Don't bother. I can improvise you know." he remarks, coyly.

"Wha... what do you mean?" He answers my question by shutting the curtains, leaving only a slight shadow upon them. I swallow, not telling the sweatbeads that start to form from the drops of water on my face. I attempt to catch my swift breath, despite the fact I hear the 'KLUNK' of his sword scabbard hitting the ground.

'Ohmydigigods.... he's stripping!' My breath comes in short gasps, trying hard not hyperventialte. I repress a slow moan that wanted to seep out of my throat as my body reacted primarily to this show before me. I can't take my eyes away-- Almost like I don't want to. My hand reaches over and I turn the water colder in hopes of making this easier to deal with. I shudder in relief and gasp in shock at the same time when the cold, biting water hits me. Alas, relief doesn't last long. He sticks his head in, grasping the shower knob. He smiles at me, looking me straight in the eyes as his frilled collar and red jacket hangs loosely on his body.

"You don't mind do you? I prefer my showers...hot."

He turns up the heat again, and I just as I'm about to reach back to the nobs, I thought I heard him say something- I have no idea what, but whatever he whispered, what I saw in his sillouhette amazed and shocked me. What was a tall, thick plume of hair suddenly collapsed down his back like a small wave. I blink, or at least I think I do. I was in shock. I mean, who ever knew that it could come down? Not only that, but be so long, luxurious, and beautiful. It must have happened while I was pondering the mysteries of Piedmon's hair. For in what seemed to be an instant, it was certainly enough time for Piedmon to finish and to step into the shower.

I fix my gaze on the floor.

Though I refuse to see it, I can feel him smiling at me. He lifts my chin to look at him in the eyes as he kneels down to my eye level. Then he smiles, and then he kisses me.

Lord Piedmon kissed me.

I think I blink again.

He reached up during that kiss, fumbling and seemingly fighting with a rouge bar of soap, then finally grasping it tightly as he broke away, but his face still so close to mine, I can feel his hot breath on my lips.

"Consider this a favor, Myotismon. You can't get all those hard-to-reach places by yourself." he remarks jokingly, yet still retaining an aura of what seemed like "I'm going to do this, and you WILL like it" in his voice. I can only whimper slightly, already getting an idea of what he was going to do as he lathered up his hands, still clutching the cake of soap tightly.

One can only wonder why it didn't fall out of his hands again.

Gently, ever so gently, he lifts me up with one hand and I carefully stare into his eyes. It's disturbing, but less so than what I knew what I would see if I looked down. He smiles at me again and turns me around, pushing me into the tiled wall. I am quite hard pressed, (no pun intended) to keep my moan down as the freezing cold ceramics touch my swiftly hardening shaft. I hear him place the soap down and I brace myself, knowing what was comming, or rather cumming, most noteably in me.

But instead I feel warm, skilled hands rubbing my back- washing it, actually. A muscle jerks in my sholder, and I am surprised yet again. Piedmon laughs softly on the back of my ear, sending chills down my spine.

It was a sexy laugh.

His soapy fingers slither over my skin, leaving trails of fire, touching me...almost deliberatly arousing me. More blood flowed downwards, hot as the fingers that teased me... hotter than even I could stand.

A tiny cry escapes my throat, slightly louder than others since the wash slowly turns into a massage- a quite erotic one- touching where only lovers had the right to touch.

I loved it.

I hated it.

I curse myself, 'You give in too easy. You used to fight.'

"But I only got hurt from that and he did it anyways."

'So?'

"An ultimate can't beat a mega."

'So? At least you weren't giving in.'

'Who says I wasn't?'

"You fought, and actions always speak for themselves."

'.....Then why have I never cursed his name? Why no matter what he does to me, how long it takes, why does he return the favor of what he used my body for?'

My other half is silent, and an answer came from within- '.....Because you want it. Because you NEED it. Because you need him. Love him.'

Love him?!

I turn around slightly, yet he grasps my shoulders and brings me eye to eye with him. I can tell he knows what I was thinking, especially from the look his eyes gave me. I try to speak, but the only voicing I can get out was another tiny whimper. '......Do I REALLY love him?'

Yet he smiles at me, seemingly knowing exactly what he was feeling and thinking. He leans close and kisses me again-- Not like before, but a warm, gentle kiss....

He steps away from me slightly, and I reach for him as if my hands have minds of their own. He smiles wryly and his soapy, slippery hands move down my body. He neatly avoids my aching shaft and I groan in protest, then he kneels. He doesn't kneel like a supplicant on both knees, no that wouldn't be Lord Piedmon at all. He kneels like a knight, or a king to accept his crown- like a nobleman- down on one knee as if to propose.

I reach for him again, wanting to bring him closer to me, the image in my mind striking a cord. He smiles, not looking at me now but looking down at my member. I feel his slippery hands teasing my ass, tracing circles and spirals over it in soap.

Slowly, he lifts my hips away from the wall, spirals and circles becoming larger, then shrinking. Gradually coming together at one point to start teasing my entrance, and I groan and shift.

To be truthful, I don't know if I want more or less of it. Yet still his slicked fingers move deeper into me, opening me- almost like they were readying me even as he stood up, lifting the lower half of my body, forcing me to put all my weight against the wall. Then something warmer, MUCH larger replaces his fingers. My eyes shut and I groan, my body tencing. He steps towards me, between my legs and pushes deeply, but not as deep as I know he can be. Slowly he goes deeper, forcing my knees to my sholders in the process so he can get better access. I close my eyes and shudder, my heart beating like mad. He notices this, and he kisses my eyelids and lips to try to calm my tencing body.

"Shh.... Relax... that's what you came in here for, after all- am I right?" he whispers as he pumps slowly, nuzzling my earlobe. I'm only able to nod in response, trying hard not to choke on my own labored breathing. "And I'm not one to deny such a request from you." How odd. He's actually contradicting himself. I try to open my eyes once more, but I squeeze them shut again, feeling his still-soap-slicked fingers tracing and rubbing my painfully hard erection, half of it just being in hot water, but most of it for obvious reasons.

"I wonder..." he muses as he squeezes my aching member slightly harder, and I am suddenly glad the hot water streaming onto my face is able to mask the stray tears that trickle from my eyes- I didn't want them to come, but some things I just can't seem to control....but damn it, it just hurt so good....

"I wonder why you're so quiet this time around-- usually you....protest."

Again I feel grateful for the hot water; my skin was already warmed and flushed, thus my blush was hidden.

Of course it wasn't just the water that was heating me. He squeezes again and I jerked, then my hand reached toward his hand, to sooth that horrible, wonderful pain that he caused. My hand closes about his own for and I begin to move his hand on me. Yes... even for an instant, it is perfect.

Alas, he holds his hand still and I can no longer move it, then he 'tsk's at me.

"Naughty little Vampire.... well maybe not little," he chuckles and he gives me yet another squeeze. "I believe I shall have to make sure you don't do that, correct?"

It was of course a rhetorical question-- since before the last word left his lips, he already has both of my wrists pinned above my head. He smiles at me, though I don't see it because I had just closed my eyes and turned my head away. He nibbles on the tip of my nose, then forces a kiss on my lips as he begins to move once again.

He enters again. And he touches something deep inside of me.

A sob wrenches its way out of my throat and I arch impossibly. Yet, I could still feel him smile at me. A pleasure, blossoming inside of me, a perfect counter point to the pleasurable ache from my member. Oh, to think that all of this stemmed from a surprise visit... it is confusing to just THINK about it... But it's hard to think at this moment...

Hard to talk.. hard to see... even hard to breathe.

A slight, yet quick push jolts me back and I swallow, choking back the tears that the pressure alone was forcing in me. But most of it was that ache... My mind begs, 'Please... I want to cum... please, great Goddramon let me cum....' To even imagine that I even want to bother... why... why does love have to be like this? So unberable and yet so inviting....

And me.. ME, of all Digimon would even be CONSIDERING about love...

A soft, wet heat touches my cheek, licking away my tears. I arch, I keen, I pull to get my arms free, but nothing works. More of my tears were lapped up before he bows his head to attends to my chest. Perfect teeth, sharp, but not as sharp as mine, attach themselves to me and pull, rolling my skin between them. He lets go and keeps moving, slowly wandering closer to the hardened nubs on my chest. He takes hold of them in his teeth and pulls. I feel tears come to my eyes again.

A deep chuckle vibrates though his mouth and teeth and into me. Sweet Goddramon...

His free hand roams and caresses my flanks and thigh, gently caressing my cheek and lips. I don't know why I did it, but I did, when one of his fingers passed over my lips again I gently took it between my teeth and licked it. Slowly I shifted my bite on it drawing it into my mouth, and he let me.

Damn it... why am I doing this? Normally, I could have an answer... but NEVER to anything like this. It almost seems like my body is doing this with some subconcious instinct...

My eyes close again as my normal vision becomes too blurry and too dark to see, espcially with the so-called treatment that was going on. He slightly forces his finger into my throat, making a pumping action that seems to be more or less like what his cock is doing to me in my lower reigons. I suddenly get the notion that it was a type of faux-fellatio, both of us knowing that he was already busy and needed a subsitute.

A finger wasn't exactly my idea of how he'd improvise, but it certainly gives me the idea that he would finally be treating that ache in my crotch.

It almost seemed he'd caught wind of my thoughts when he sticks another finger inside my mouth, almost making me choke on them. Light-headedness starts to set in and I feel like I'm about to pass out, my world spinning in a haze of pleasure and pain..

Pleasure in the fact that he's making me feel so good..

Pain in the fact that the way he teases me, leaving me pleading like a fool...

..and I am pleading, begging him to grant me release. I can tell he's smiling at me, I can tell he's laughing silently, but I don't care. I can't care, because my entire world is focused on my need.

I'm babbeling, I realize this, and my words of muted from his fingers. I cannot beg with words, so I resort to action. I push my hips towards him as much as I can and suck harder on the fingers in my mouth. I don't know why, but in a way, this too, feels good. I hear him gasp softly, so very softly, I almost didn't hear him. He must be imagining what it would feel like if something else of his was in my mouth. I close my lips around him and taste him catiously with my tongue- I have very little of my mind left, but I know better than to bite him. But even yet I wonder.. what would the blood of a Mega taste like? So strong and powerful, I almost orgasm from that single thought.

And I realize how far gone I am. Damn my wandering mind.....

He grins mischeviously as he pounds once more into me. It came as such a surprise that I grit my teeth..

But I forget that he still had his fingers in my mouth. I begin to taste blood on the back of my tounge, then starts to coat my mouth. Oh, well... now I know that out of all the creatures I've bitten, truly Megas have the best of them of all. Just the taste of it is almost like the first time I ever had taken blood from a creature... but not even THAT could compare to his blood.. I suck his fingers harder to continue this rush, each one bringing more and more of this... drug into my system...

But yet I didn't stop to notice that I arched, and someone's cry reverberates in my ears.

There's something that has caught his intrest.

Something a LOT stickier and thicker on my stomach than the water that was pounding upon me. Oh, cruel irony that his blood would be more or less an aphrodesiac than anything else.

"Do you feel any better?" he coos as I allow his bloodied fingers out of my mouth, but I'm still breathing harder, but not even I notice the soreness in my throat... did I just scream? I'm in such a haze, I brealy remember anything. He lets my hand go when he uses his unscathed hand to aid the water drip off the sticky fluid on my torso. I quickly try to stick my palms to the floor, knowing that I still had to feel his seed shoot inside me before any of this was over.

He smiles angin and kisses me on the lips in that strange gentle way he has taken up recently. He even darts his tongue inside my mouth to taste the last remains of his blood. He turns me over, still inside of me.. oh, what a feeling...unlike anything else...
I am pressed up against the wall and slowly we sink down to the floor. He allows me the time to brace myself as he grasps my hips. He leans over me and hugs me- he even nibbles at the crook of my neck. I cannot help but to push back into him, feeling as if I would cum all over again were it possible. I damn my neck fetish to the deepest hells.

He now takes the tempo up higher, pulling himself in and pushing himself out. The dizziness returns, and my head starts to droop as the groans seeping out of my throat get louder. I gasp for air, occasionaly coughing on any water that gets into the wrong pipe. I slide a little against the floor before sliding onto my back, but he manages to stay on top of the situation- literally. I can bearly see him with the water cascading into my eyes, but I know he's looking down at me, smiling.

A short, yet loud cry shoots out of my mouth, slightly gargled by any water that got inside as some small trickles of anticipation ooze from his member into me, and his breathing also starts to get heavy and labored. He tightens his grip on my hips and forces me harder as a strained grunt escapes his lips. By this time, the only thing I can say in my esctacy is either his name or crying 'harder, faster'....

And he gives it to me. I am surprised he doesn't break me, but he gives me what I crave. I am left wondering if he did as I asked because I asked or to sooth his own need. I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankels together on the small of his back and I pull him to me, unwilling to let him leave me.

He seizes my hips pushing, grunting openly now. I can't take it, it burns so much, but if feels so wonderful at the same time. I can feel him twich inside of me. I feel him getting closer and closer to filling me with himself... and I want him to. I clamp down on him as tight as my pathetic Ultimate muscles would allow.

And as if any tiny prayer I had uttered in any fits of passion were answered, I cry out as he fills me to the hilt. It burns so badly... but I love every bit of it. My ears still reverberate from his loud cry, but right now, the only sound that fills the room is the sound of shower water running and our loud, deep breathing.

"Now do you feel better?" he asks me as he reaches his hand up and shuts off the water, sliding out of me with ease. All I can see is his satisfied smile as I finally slip into the welcoming arms of sleep.

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A soft sound escapes my lips as I attempt to open my eyes. All of the memories of the past few... damn it... how long ago was it? How long was I asleep? But I wouldn't care less... I'm just so tired... more exausted than anything else.

"Is my little one awake now?" his voice whispers as I suddenly realize his hand is stroking my head- almost like what the owner of a cat would do to his feline companion. I turn my head upwards to him, and I see him looking down at me, taking a free hand to caress my cheek. "I'm sure you feel better now that you're clean..."

"Never better," I reply, albeit sleepily as I pull him close, and although terrycloth isn't the most comfortable fabric in the world, it feels so velvety soft in the robe he's wearing. I yawn as I make myself more comfortable as I close my eyes again, and he straightens out the towel around my waist, taking me closer to him.

I would say 'snuggling' is too strong a word, since Viral Digimon do not "snuggle".

He lies himself back on his pillow, and I lay my head down on his shoulder, looking up at his peaceful face though my half closed eyes. Yet I ask myself once more, 'Do I really Love him?'

Nah.

And so I slept, and I dreamed of being held in loving arms.

Owari
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