Honey Cap
But Not Game Wave.
You Can Ask For That Later.

Herr Mullen pointed at the screen for Jyou.
          "Make it work."
          Jyou sighed, and leaned past Herr Mullen to reach his laptop. He hated it when Herr Mullen left his office. He always came down here, prodding things and asking what was contained within many a book, video kept in a case that looked like a book, and CD; Jyou always answered "important medical documentations", or, "The writing of Hua Tuo/Hippocrates/Galen". There was no way Herr Mullen would get his pudgy fingers on one of Jyou's volumes. Jyou just wouldn't let it happen.
          And this time, he'd demanded to look at this inter-web he'd heard so much about, check out how his stories were rating on the DHZ and look at some "art", as he called it, whilst Jyou used the given name of the Manga section.
          Jyou turned on the laptop, and opened his browser, which Kushiro had installed for him, went to the DHZ and loaded up Mullen's favorite Manga.
          "No-one translated Honey Cap into something legible, yet?"
          "Nope."
          "Is it too much to hope for?" Herr Mullen grunted, and shifted his weight from one enormous buttock to the other. "What about Missing Link?"
          "Nope."
          Herr Mullen looked disappointed, and sagged.
          Jyou looked at the sorry bag of goats guts. He felt a small tinge of sympathy, as if he'd just stolen a lollipop from a small child. "Well, you kind of know what's happening from the pictures..."
          Herr Mullen sat up. "What're you getting at?"
          "...How about you write your own interpretation?"
          Herr Mullen's brain re-wired itself significantly to understand this new idea. He furrowed his brow, sweating a little, and the chair creaked as he leaned back.
          "That's quite a good plan. Write this down for me," he grunted, getting up so Jyou could operate the code breaker device. The last computer Herr Mullen used was a Spectrum, and he had been infuriated with the thing. He threw it out, declaring it'd never catch on.
          "It should be noted," he began, "Are you getting this?"
          "Yes, Herr Mullen."
          "Not going too fast?"
          "No, Herr Mullen."
          "Good. It should be noted, that the rights to Digimon belong to Toei, and Fox Kids, apparently, can't think why... and that Honey Cap belongs to its respective author(s). Put the "s" in "authors" in brackets.. Silly jokes and awful metaphors, most of which relate to the spring for no reason, by Herr Mullen."
          Jyou glumly typed this down, vaguely pondering if Herr Mullen would ever write something original again.

Daisuke met Hikari outside school. The air was breezy, the sun optimistic of continuing pleasantness, flowerbed plants stretching happily after the recent storms, jolly at adjusting their leaves. Daisuke mirrored the sun's mood; today was the day he'd get to sleep with Hikari, whose breasts, though flat, outshone the stars in their radiance.
          "So what about it!?" he said, the blade of hope sharpening on the grindstone of optimism, "Come on, Haikari. Will you go out with me?"
          Hikari held he hands to her chin. "I'm sorry, Daisuke, I've been meaning to tell you for a while, now..." The grindstone began to slow and the sword began to dull. "Can't you find another girlfriend? I mean, what I mean is, I actualy like Ken."
          The hulk of metal cracked, and the grindstone shattered.
          "What!" Daisuke mentally yelled, "I don't believe it, out bested by Ichijoji again..." The sun seemed to seethe a cold, unsympathetic shine, the flowers danced and mocked him, and the wind tried to avoid touching him without a lurgy-proof hand gesture. "Damn Ichijoji... he beats me at football, he beats me at maths, and now he beats me at love!"

"Hi, Daisuke, come on in, just go though to my room." Takeru said, after opening the door to Daisuke, who'd come to share the bad news, like some kind of ironic atheist missionary. "I'm afraid I've been slightly under the weather, today, I'm feeling better, but you've caught me in my pajamas."
           Daisuke, sitting crossed legged by Takeru's bed, fiddling with his feet, his unlatched school bag next to him, 'rounded off his explanation of Hikari's feelings."....And then she said, she preferred Ichijoji..."
           Takeru called back from the kitchen, where he was preparing drinks for the pair in pikmin mugs, being somewhat of a Nintendo fan, his response. "Oh, come along, Daisuke. It's not as if you were really going out... it could be worse."
            Daisuke looked furious at Takeru when he re-entered the room. He glared daggers at him. "...What? How could possibly it be worse? Maybe... We could have slept together and had mad, passionate sex, meaning I'd have at least got to have seen those breasts, and then she could have left me broken and abused! Takeru, I'm leaving! "
             Takeru panicked. He couldn't let him leave, he couldn't let him walk out, not when he'd finally come 'round his house. What if he never came around again? What if this was his only opportunity? He flung himself forward. "Daisuke! Don't go..." He grabbed his wrist, and the momentum he'd steeled forward took both himself and Daisuke off guard, and flung them together, on the floor, Takeru's arms around Daisuke's waist, Takeru's body stretched, his front on the floor, snuggling his head into Daisuke's chest.

             "Ah, Takeru... What'd you do that for?"
             "I'm sorry, Daisuke, I had to..."
             Takeru noticed Daisuke's unlatched bag had allowed, in a fit of unlatchedness, his lunch to fall out, packed in a neat brown bag with the top folded over. "Oh?" said Takeru, as he noticed that a honey cap had fallen out of the top. He picked it up, and sat back against his bed, holding it accusingly.
             "Now, then..." he said, alluringly, "I wonder why you have this, Daisuke." Takeru knew exactly why; you were hoping to have Hikari on a platter today, Daisuke, but now I shall be having you as a food related metaphor that is quite probably a meal of some discription. "Well Daisuke, we can't have you stalking Hikari, now, can we. I think you need an alternative; I think you need me."
             Takeru lunged forwards, and took Daisuke's goggles off, setting the beside him. He placed his head at Daisuke's fly, before Daisuke realised what was happening, and unzipped him, his penis springing up before him. Takeru noted the lack of pants. He slipped his mouth 'round the jolly fellow, which was attached to quite an overwhelmed fellow who put his hands to his mouth and tried to pretend that it either wasn't happening, or that Takeru was a flat chested girl with a brother called Taichi.
             "Well, Daisuke... I like this. You're quite big. Are you enjoying this, Daisuke?" Takeru asked, as he stuck his tongue on the underside of Daisuke's not honey-capped chap."I am..."
             Takeru pulled off the head of Daisuke, grasping it with one hand, and giving the end a cheeky lick.
             "...Because, Daisuke, you taste so nice."
            Daisuke couldn't avoid it. There was a boy's head in his lap, with his penis in his mouth, giving him impressive oral sex. Why shouldn't he begin to enjoy it? It was awfully nice, in Takeru's warm and wet mouth. He began to gasp, "It's wonderful... Takeru. Please, Takeru.... Takeru..." The boy, whose name has just been repeated three times, and as such I'm referring to him as "the boy" because I'm sure your sick of the sight of the name "Takeru" by now, shunted his face into Daisuke's crotch, fitting all of Daisuke into his mouth, using his tongue to stimulate the underside of his cock, just where the head met the main shaft.
             Takeru vibrated the aforementioned anatomy as he murmured on the its end; "Your loving this, Daisuke, I can feel it. You want my mouth all over your shaft, warm, and wet." He began to puff his cheeks up and blow over Daisuke, lowering the temperature but arousing and exciting him. He half shouted "Takeru.... I'm going.... to...." Takeru pulled off of Daisuke, and positioned his mouth to catch his ejaculation, which spring forth like an unexpected rainbow on the clear blue sky around some point on a Wednesday in late March, and Takeru caught it in his momentarily awaiting orifice, his tongue cupping and extending to form a net for these spring-time tadpoles, a few slipping away between his muscle and his lips, forming a string extending toward his chin. "....Climax." He finished, with a low groan.
             "Well, Daisuke, I think now I shall move a little more upward..."
             "Take... Take... Takeru..." Daisuke panted, hot and sweaty, his hair gel coming slightly loose and allowing its charge to droop and diffuse slightly.
             Takeru climbed up Daisuke, and held his head level with Daisuke's gasping top. He lifted his shirt, and began to rub a nipple erect. Daisuke moaned, and panted further, as the adapter of this piece desperately tried to emphasise the exertion this was having on sweaty and hot Daisuke, and Daisuke gasped "Please, Takeru, please..."
             "Daisuke..." said Takeru, alluring and sexy, as only a precocious thirteen year old who has fought to save two worlds whilst coming to terms with ethical dilemmas such as justifiable murder, Digimon rights, weather he was chasing after Daisuke or Hikari, can possibly be sexy.
             Hey, I'm just pointing it out. Takeru and Daisuke are really hot in this manga.
             "I'm feeling a little left out, Daisuke; perhaps it's your turn to suck me off...."
             Takeru stood up, and Daisuke, recovering from his earlier exertion, knelt in front of him. He could make out, in Takeru's pajamas, a huge tented area where his cock pressed itself against the cruel encasing fibre. It pulsed, and strained underneath the green bottoms, a little bit of lubricant leaking outward and staining the material. Ever so slightly, it lifted one of the shirt-style pajama top's dangling triangles. Daisuke felt slightly apprehensive.
             "...I'm a little nervous, I'm not really sure how this should go; is this position fine for you?"
             "...Just shift over a little, it'll be easier if you let your knees slouch. It's not like your eating dinner."
             Daisuke reached up and into Takeru's fly. If you've ever worn pajamas in this style, you'll know that there is only one button at the top, and the fly is left open, which can lead to embarrassment in the morning. He pulled Takeru's penis out through the opening, and looked at it for a moment, examining the head. Then he put it into his mouth.
             He held the base with two hands, and pushed himself, eyes closed, to Takeru's hips, letting his nose alert him to his distance. Takeru had a nice smell. It was sweet and warm, and was most prominent at the hairless point above the pole.
             "Daisuke..." Takeru groaned, "You're doing so well... go faster."
             Daisuke started to move his head back, eyes open. "Daisuke, you're fantastic..." Takeru put his hands on the back of his head, slicking his hands slightly with Daisuke's hair products. Honestly, no one can have hair like that without some sort of gel. He pulled Daisuke's head backward and forward, and Daisuke's knee said something.
             "Daisuke... you've stopped?" Takeru asked, looking Down at Daisuke, who's bright eyes looked up at him from above his open mouth, his hands on Takeru's slickened self, a string of saliva running between Takeru and Daisuke's tongue.
             "...Well, I can climax elsewhere..."

------... ---- Meanwhile.
             Yes, with all that unnecessary dashing. I don't like it either, I think it rather ruins the style and consistency of my narrative.
             Anyway, meanwhile, Ken, in his flat, was frying some snacks. Look at him, there, looking all cute and happy with a fish slice on his bottom lip. And a dainty bow on his apron. He has, however, slaughtered and enslaved countless Digimon. Just pointing it out.
             "Ken, you're so happy today." Said Wormon. The heart key on my keyboard, however, disappeared over night. I think someone pinched it. "Care to spare me a sausage?"
             "Certainly, but the sausage I really want to get my hands on is Daisuke's." Just, you know, imagine a heart.
             At that moment, the bangers made rather too loud a bang, and the fat spat at Ken's hand, shocking him, and sending the frying pan up and sausages sailing across the room like hopeful explorers. "The devil," Ken yelled. They discovered the land of milk and honey. Or, pollen. Nectar, rather. That's what honey's made of. The way in which the banger nested itself in the flower was suggestive, certainly, it definitely was to Ken.
             "Is that what he's doing!?" Ken yelled, "Of course, he's banging Hikari, he must be at hers right now, he's always liked her!!!!"
             "Well I'll put a stop to it, Daisuke is mine, mine!" Ken stormed, dashing out and toward Hikari's flat. "I'll show that hussy to play about with my Daisuke!! "

Returning to-
             "...Takeru..."
             Yes, thank you, Daisuke; returning to these two. Daisuke's hand was steadying him on the wall, panting, his cock dribbling, his shorts down (no pants!), pleading Takeru; "Please Takeru... please... Take me."
             Takeru moved Daisuke's other hand away from his backside, which was smooth, hairless, and received four out of five stars from Herr Mullen and his own personal "I wouldn't mind giving that a good seeing-to!", and guided his penis into Daisuke's sphincter. I think his cock says something. Probably "squish, " knowing what I've seen in translations.
             "Daisuke... here..."
             Takeru thrust into Daisuke, mercilessly, and kissed his neck, one hand on his own cock, and the other fondling Daisuke's nipple.
             "Takeru, I want you, Takeru, I want you!"
             Takeru pulled Daisuke back with one hand on his hip, and bent Daisuke over, both hands against the wall.
             "Takeru your marvelous!!" Daisuke yelled, for the first time his lower half being ploughed for the first time. Takeru's natural ability is amazing.
             "Daisuke, you're beautiful.... and you're so, so, tight, I want you, be mine.. please," Takeru said, lifting Daisuke up by his thighs, giving us, ladies and gentlemen, a lovely view of his socks. How he got them to stay up, I have no idea, but you can buy them at your local John Lewis, I'm sure.
             Daisuke was hot and sweaty, and the sensations being stimulated behind him were pleasurable, like strawberries and cream on a warm summers day in front of a pavilion watching a slow game of cricket in early summer.
             "Takeru, the sensations you're stimulating can be compared to strawberries and cream on an early summers day whilst watching a slow cricket game in front of a pavilion," Daisuke yelled, as his cock released lubricant at an increased force. "Takeru... Harder, please, go deeper!"
             "Daisuke, I'm going deeper..." Takeru yelled, increasing his thrusts' force; "Take it, Daisuke, you're so wonderful. "
             Takeru, in what is quite probably the sexiest picture of a mouth I have ever, ever seen, nibbled above Daisuke's ear, generating a squeal of delight. How manly.
             "Takeru, yes," Daisuke panted.Takeru lifted him and set him on the bed. He lifted Daisuke's leg by his foot. "Please... again?"
              Takeru put himself back inside Daisuke, generating cries and squeals, including "Takeru!", "Daisuke, yes", " I'm going faster!" and "Daisuke... I'm getting close, just a while now!"

Ken dashed at Hikari's door, with a yell of "One thousand years", in reference to his love to Daisuke, as opposed to The Emperor's lifespan. " Daisuke!! Come out here and open this door, right now!"

"Daisuke!? Daisuke, can you feel it!?" Takeru yelled, moving closer to climax.
              "If you would mind going a little harder?"
              Because Daisuke loves it hard.
              Takeru, his face a mask of concentration and focus on his body, thrusted harder, and faster and groaned, and began to fire semen into Daisuke at a rate matched only by the ammunition at The Battle of Wipers (as the British soldiers knew it).
              Daisuke gasped as he felt it all inside him, "Takeru", he yelled "Takeru", he shouted again.
              "Daisuke!"
              "Takeru, I love you; I'm cumming!!"
              They sat, gasping, for a while, until Daisuke pulled on his shorts and sat back down on the bed.
              "So," said Takeru, "When shall I tell Hikari, Ken and your parents?"
              "What!? Please tell me you're joking? Takeru, you're joking."
               But-- what of Ken?

"Ken Ichijioji!" Yelled Hikari, having tied and suspended him and Wormon from the ceiling, a whip by her side (Dare I say it? S and M!) "Would you care to explain just what you were doing shouting for Daisuke through my door; what did you think I was doing in here!"


Author's notes.

I've tried to keep the grammar as close to the comic as possible. I hope you don't mind my cruel and sardonic jokes about Japanese manga grammar conventions, but the number of times I wanted to put an exclamation mark where there wasn't one... Ugh. Anyway, think of this as a parody of a manga. I do hope someone will be inspired to translate Honey Cap properly, it is by far my favorite example of Yaoi content and Manga artwork ever. I've written this so you can match it to each dialog bubble. If I actually receive feedback, which would be fantastic, give me a rating, since you're here, or a request, then I might go on to do the second part of the manga; Game Wave, or, indeed, Missing Link. Maybe a digimon coupling. All you have to do is ask, I'm rather stuck for ideas at the minute. Send in comments. Do it!