Our Rainfall
by DigistarDBZ
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Ahh, rainy days... they may seem dreary at first sight, but one has to age to realize just HOW beautiful they can be- water cascading down crevaces, leaves and various other places, the majesty of lightning as it hits ground, the noise emitted is enough to move even the hardest of hearts- like mine. I open my umbrella as I step out of the Citadel and down into the forests, looking around as I see various Digimon preparing for the upcoming deluge. Poor souls. Even if I am a Virus of the Mega Level, I have to have SOME sort of sympathy for them. It's just the way things work. It sprinkles a little, then the water started to fall from the heavens as it usually did. I see the Digimon in the forest panic as the rain falls on them. I chuckle a bit, seeing as their organizational skills were FAR from perfect.

"Lord Piedmon?? Lord Piedmon!! Where are you??" I hear a familiar voice call from the trees. I turn my head, preparing to draw one of my swords if it was someone looking for a fight... But the one who stumbled out of the bushes was nowhere NEAR threatening...to me, of course.

"Why, Myotismon... what brings YOU out to the forests? You're soaked to the bone!" I ask, surprised at what had popped out. He panted as if he had just finished running, his velvet uniform drenched in rainwater, clinging to his body and drooping in the process. His bangs now seemed to stick to his face, water dripping off the edges of his mask and trimmings.

"I was out searching for the Crest of Light.. *pant* Then the storm came in... *huff* I had no time to find shelter..." He stumbled in his steps and fell face-first in the mud, still trying to catch his breath.

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I suppose that halfway to the citadel, He finally woke up, looking into my eyes. Inside my mind, I was smiling- just the look on his face when he saw that I was carrying him was enough to muster a soft chuckle.

"Why, Lord Piedmon... you're blushing. Is something wrong?" He grinned, hopping out of my arms and to his feet.

"Oh, nothing... I don't ask why YOU blush, after all." He pouted at my response, 'phff'ing. "..You realize that wasn't an insult."

"So?" His rain-soaked hair shone in whatever light there was through the clouds, His small frown turning to a playful smirk that crept onto his lilac-colored lips. He looks at me with those soft, yet icy blue eyes that I adore so greatly, taking my hand in his. "At this point, I don't think we have anything else to blush at."

"Oh?" I look at him quizzicaly, already getting an idea of what he was after. That thought alone made me stiffle a small chuckle. "Then rain or no rain, we should talk about that." I sit down, leaning against the tree and dropping my umbrella, letting the slowly stregnthening downpour soak into my clothes and hair. It didn't matter now that my pants would get a bit muddy- I knew I wouldn't need them later- MUCH later. He runs his lips through the now-drooping plume of hair, inhaling the rain-soaked scent.

"Lord Piedmon... with your permission, I..." he whispered, but stopped for a moment. I could feel a pout of dissappointment crawl onto my lips.

"What is it?" I query, gently stroking the back of his head. He took a deep breath, moving his hands across my face.

"With your permission, I want... to make love to you." Why would he bother to ask? Surely, he should KNOW the answer. But I decided to play along with his little game.

"Of course, but on one small condition..." I whisper, unhooking his cape from his back. He gave me that 'What is is, m'lord?' look he is so good at.

"Show no mercy. I want this to be the most pleasureful rainy day you have ever experienced." With that, I kiss him hard on the lips, each one buliding a fire of immense porportions. At first, I could tell he was quite surprised, but his surprise turned to lust as he slipped his tounge in my mouth, tracing it across my face in the process. Much to my chargin, he breaks away staring at me with those icy eyes, now seemingly aflame with a burning passion.

"The sweet sensations are running high... and my face certainly isn't enough to mangle with..." I breathe lustfuly, taking his soaked, gloved hand on the hem of my jacket. "Can we at least explore each other... until the time is right?"

"I thought you'd never ask, Lord Piedmon..." he grins. I can't help but be enticed, myself. I breathe deeply, slouching against the tree as I let him unfasten the sword sheaths from my back. They were dreadfuly uncomfortable at a time like this... He unhooks the heart-shaped belt buckle from my waist, but for some odd reason, I stopped him before he can unzip the rest of the jacket open.

"You know... I can just get rid of it all in just a second or so..." I breathe, preparing to take a hankercheif from my pocket...

"I realize that, m'lord... but... I don't want you to take it ALL off... Let me remove which articles of clothing that I see fit... is it fine with you?"

"Say no more..." I smile, kissing his gloved fingertips after he unzipped the rest of my jacket open. The rain started to fall heavier as a low rumble of thunder boomed in the far distance as he slowly and seductively reached up under my frilled collar to slowly unfasten each button on the dress shirt underneath, lightly touching his lips to me as small sections of skin were slowly uncovered. Oh, what a beautiful sensation... I hear my own sigh of pleasure as he unhooked the last button, spreding the two halves apart in the process.

"Gods, you are so beautiful..." he sighs as he runs a damp finger from my collarbone down the center of my chest to the waistband of my trousers, myself noticing a dull ache in my crotch. I sighed again, only this time, a small moan escaping as well. He grins playfully as he traced up my chest again, rubbing small circles on my stomach. My moans are louder now, and a thin coat of sweat trickles down my face, mixing with the rain.

"Do you enjoy that, Lord Piedmon?" he whispers in my ear, sending more blood to my cheeks as I weakly smiled.

"Oh, yesss...." He nods as if to say 'Of course', now softly skimming his lips across my chest, taking tiny nibbles with his more blunt teeth on my shoulders. "Unnn... don't stop... I command you..."

"I won't stop until you want me to, m'lord..." he says as he slips his hand through my trousers and undergarment, stroking my thighs tenderly. Such sensation... I wanted to drop my guard and let it all go at that moment... but not yet- not now... but with the rain racing across my body, seeing it tighten his clothes... I raised my hand to his neck, untucking his deep red scarf from his collar, then quickly unbuttoning his tunic as if I was possessed. It was a little difficult since he was so rain-soaked, his shirt clung to his body like a magnet. Oh, well- it didn't exactly matter anyway. I press my lips to his exposed collar, tracing my tounge across the rain-soaked width, feeling the buzz of deep moans vibrating out of his throat. I rub my hands down his back, kneading and twisting the muscles in his back- it's probably good for him anyway- they were twisted like thick steel cables that knotted in his shoulder blades.

"Oh, Gods... that feels so good...." he moans drunkenly, breathing heavily. I felt each breath in rythmic movements as I trace my lips across what ever exposed part of his chest as I could. He seems to melt into a heap in my arms, his head tucked into my shoulder. I chuckle- he is such a cute one when he does this, his warm breath easing down my back like that. By now, the ache in my groin was almost unbearable, my trousers now feeling much too tight. I turn his head to mine, his flushed cheeks and passion-filled eyes seeming to say, "Take me away...."

"I do believe we can proceed to the final act, m'lord..." he remarks breathlessly.

"I couldn't agree more..." I reply, half-groaning because his damp hands were already gently caressing the hard swell in between my legs. I wonder, 'Why can't I just come and be done with it? No... hold on just a little longer... he wants this just as badly, I know...' I smile, my breathing quickening and my heart pounding madly. He grins as he undoes the tiny button on the waist of the trousers, then pulling the tiny zipper down, and then moving his hands across the ivory-blue slik boxers underneath. The pain was now so intense.... Before I realize what was going on, I felt something wet trace across the source of that ache. I groaned louder, almost drowning out the thunderclaps that slowly came closer to where we were. But I couldn't care, not now when he was tracing his warm, hot tounge across my heat, almost causing me to come at that moment. "P..put me... inside..." I bearly manage to say, a swelling heat in my throat catching every word I try to say.

"Of course... No matter what, your pleasure is my duty, m'lord." he replies, searching around in my pockets for a small tube of gel that I carry around. (You try keeping a large plume of hair up for once, you know!) When he fished it out, he finally took his wet gloves off, his large, yet delicate-looking fingers rubbing in the gel like he was washing his hands with it. Then, he starts to smear a thick coating of the gel on my aching memeber, moving up and down, up and down like torture. In a way, that's what it seemed like. But I would want to do it again in a heartbeat it felt so good... Slowly, I help him unfasten his belt buckles and unzip his pants, settling himself down on top of me. He yelps, obviously trying to get used to the pressure that was being forced inside him. We fall to the side, his pained, yet smiling face looking at me, slowly rocking against me.

"How do you feel?" I ask.

"It..it hurts a little.. but it still feels good..."

I nod, nibbling his nose a little. At that moment, he gasped at shuddered, and myself noticing a profound wet spot on my legs. I must admit- I was a little jealous that he came before me, but wouldn't be long. He again begins to rock slowly, now licking the back of my ears softly. I mew his name a few times, feeling his soft lips now cascading down the nape of my neck. I jerk, and let out a loud scream as I came inside him, but that noise was drowned out by a thunderbolt hitting the ground about a mile ahead of us.... I break away, breathing more heavily than I can ever remember...

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It's been a few hours since then, but I can still feel the sweet sensations that I felt in that forest. No-one, not even LadyDevimon, could make love to me as well as he can- in fact, I look forward to the day he decides to do it again.... but for now, I inhale the thick mist from a hot bath, letting the water wash away the mud and rainwater left from my little encounter. I sigh as I sink deeper in the water, revelling in my own luxury, letting memories relax me even further.

After all- tomorrow is another day, is it not?

Owari
(A/N: ^__^ I got the idea for this one at a picnic that got rained on. The picnic continued of course, but at a resteraunt- but who wants to hear about that, anyways? Plus, I want to thank the authoress of "A Rainy Day" Rhiannon, for giving me the inspiration! Kudos to you! ;D Well, gotta go write some more stories- hopefully some Comedy fics that *gasp* AREN'T lemons!!)-DigistarDBZ