(Name key:
Daisuke=
Re-Awakening
By Outlaw Torn
Veemon's
"C'mon... Damn it... Argh!"
The Micro Dragon twisted the knob with his disturbingly human-like hands, the small lock set into the handle giving away-
"Ahah!" He almost shouted, suddenly ducking and darting his eyes around to see if anyone heard. He waited, then after a few seconds of numb silence, he slipped inside the boy’s bedroom.
"Gah!" Veemon exhaled sharply into the room, the air, it was horrible! The rooms two windows were both shut, and with the door locked the small trashy room had become a furnace. Veemon rushed to the window beside the bed, clawing the window up with his taloned fingers, gasping as he sucked in precious breaths of cool air from the azure sky outside. The sun shined over his blue hide, casting a sort of blue glow on the floor around his feet.
He leaned against the narrow window sill for several moments, shutting his eyes and letting the light screen through his closed lids. Feeling the sun in a way only he could. Then he sighed, and sat down on the bed. Time to get down to business... He thought, and began to dig in the dump of the boy’s room.
Finally, after searching the mess twice, he found what he was looking for. Inside an old shoe box, from a pair of sneakers Daisuke had probably gotten before he'd even met Veemon, was Daisuke's Digivice... The blue white and plastic of the devices casing shone in the sun rays from the open window.
"Hehe.. Alright, now, Veemon... Evolve!"
His blood instantly turned to fire as the young dragon cast away his small skin, and grew. His arms legs, his entire body thickening monstrously. The floor shuddered as his feet fell against it now as XVeemon.
"Yeah..." he growled, his voice now a thousand times deeper. His now super wide three fingered hand resting on his gigantic sheathe. Stroking it, calling on the beast within.
"Grrr..." He growled, his massive pink member inching from his blue scaly sheathe as the now adult dragon stroked off on the Daisuke's futon. But that wasn’t it, not by far. XVeemon then balanced himself with both hands, in a crouching position on the boys small mat of a bed, then grabbed his ankles, pulling his midsection toward him. In a few seconds, his crotch was right in front of his face, his massive pink dragon tongue reared itself from his massive beaked maw and wrapped around his own pride, pulling himself into pleasure.
XVeemon balanced himself on his tailbone, and rocked back and fourth, his pink bone sliding in and out of his frothing dragon jaws. His eyes rolled back in his head as white froth began to form around his lips, seeping down his chin and droplets splashing down onto the boy’s bedcover.
He knew he was lucky to be so endowed by his evolution, otherwise this feat would be impossible. Especially for a human like his partner.
Ahhh.. Poor Daisuke-kun... He thought, the veins in his giants cock bulging as he roved toward his own delight in the midsummer’s light.
Ker-click... The bedroom door opened, XVeemon's eyes blazed open and shot toward the door way.
There stood Daisuke Motomiya, still clad in his Soccer uniform from practice. He had made it half way into the room where he had turned... and stopped. His eyes frozen on the scene happening on his bed.
Thump. His gym bag slumped to the floor as he stared at His evolved partner, who was clenching his knees with his own cock buried in his mouth.
XVeemon, very slowly, let go of his knees, his pride flopping out of his mouth with a wet slap sound, the wet meaty sound, made Daisuke go dim.
Daisuke Motomiya was puzzled for a moment, then the world dragged him back from his own personal planet and dropped him back in front of the picture before him.
"Uhhh... Umm.. XVeemon? ...What're you, uhh doing there?" He said, his brain still trying to tell him that no, he did not just come home from soccer practice to find his humanoid dragon blowing himself on his bed, but it was something else, yes, that must be it... Maybe it was yoga? Gone horribly wrong...
"Hrmm.. Just letting off stress, Daisuke-kun," XVeemon rumbled now sitting up on his partner’s bed, sitting cross-legged, still not hiding his raging red pride jutting up from his massive blue legs.
"Yeah? That’s some stress," Daisuke said, his face set into a sort of expression between disbelief and horrible acknowledgment. "Didja need to spooge up my bed to figure this out?"
"Sorry..." XVeemon only said, putting on sort of a guilty pet look. Daisuke still regarded him as an equal, which was refreshing, it wasn’t like everyone didn’t know there were such things as Digital Monsters by now. He hadn’t seen XVeemon in so long, it had muddled him as to who actually was sitting on his bed when he walked in, Veemon usually stayed in his rookie form to help him sell his home made noodles after school on Fridays.
Then Daisuke eventually found himself getting a look at the dragon mans cock, and was totally embarrassed by the fact that it was turning him on. He knew he was attracted to Ken at one point, it was his job to protect him, and he was his Jogress partner for god ’s sake. But now he was getting hard for his Digimon... Was he losing it? Had some vision the Demon Lord BelialVamDemon had wormed inside his head and showed him snapped something irreparably?
He shifted his legs as the bulge in his soccer shorts was realized by both him and his partner. The dragon looked at him sideways.
"So, you thinking back to the nights we used to workout on each other?" Daisuke scowled and looked away. They had fooled around, in the early days. Because Daisuke got horny, and after years of using his hand because he couldn’t ask girl out on a date for some attention fucked with him, majorly. Made him feel weak and... Not, right somehow...
Daisuke turned away, limping slightly as to not grind his cock in between his legs.
"We don’t do it anymore, remember? We stopped that..." Daisuke said, leaning against his bedroom wall because with out his bed, he had no place to sit.
"But it did feel good, don’t you remember Daisuke-chan?"
"Don’t, call me that! Remember!?" Daisuke ground his teeth, feeling even more weak and retarded being at the hands of someone else.
XVeemon shifted on the bed, his massive feet sliding across the soft fabric.
"I just don’t... I, shouldn’t do that," Daisuke said, his hands tearing his goggles away from his hair, letting the brown mass rest against his shoulders as his hair tie came free with the goggles restricting spandex band.
"Don’t be like that Daisuke-kun... I know you, I remember what we had," said XVeemon, the dragon man crawling off the bed on all fours and getting to his feet. His heavy taloned three toed foot thumping with a whumph on the uncarpeted floor.
The dragon man Digimon grasped Daisuke's shoulders with his huge, heavy hands, clutching the boys cotton shirt covered diminutive shoulders.
"Let go," Daisuke said, his blood thick with vinegar laced blood from both the truth and sexual frustration. Daisuke yanked himself away from his partner’s hands.
"Hmmm... Daisuke-sama, just let me show you, let me help you again, like we did before, please?" XVeemon said, his voice soft to be as least commanding as possible from his drill sergeant like growl of a voice.
"If I do, then people will find out, and then that’s it for me, how many people you think actually tell that they screw around with their Digimon?" the boy said. His eyes dim and glowing with the embers of the dark fire of his old self, the one that fought, that held back the rage that contained the power to fight off the hordes of Dark Tower Digimon and even the second coming of the vampire demon himself.
The Evil one, that got inside of him, and showed him... It showed him himself, and his Digimon was there, and Daisuke was tied up and shackled, bleeding all over the place. And Veemon was beating him, then bent down and tore off his genitals in one bite. Daisuke would never forget that. Sometimes he would even wake up and kick Veemon out of his bed because he just could not stand it.
"I don’t think I could do it again, not me, not now..." Daisuke said, slumping down alongside the wall. The fire between his legs unforgiving cooling and torturing him further. He didn’t move when he felt XVeemon’s tongue on his cheek, the dragon’s hot breath prickling his skin and sent shivers down his spine. It tickled, in a curious sort of way, and touched the corner of his mouth, Daisuke tightened his lips, but it was too late. The dragon's pink wet muscle wound its way inside his lips and fearlessly slid between his teeth, touching his own tongue and wrapping around it.
"Mmphh..." Daisuke sort of gave up then, inside himself, he was tired. There had to be some way for him way to cheat this dry, god forsaken loneliness. Daisuke raised a hand, his left, and searched eyelessly for something to hold, something to grip, and wound up with the Dragon mans own hand, the strong iron knuckled mitt gripping his tight. The winding pink tongue of Daisuke's partner left his mouth, only to speak, a thread of saliva clinging to the young boys soft, almost ruby red lips.
He blew hot breath again over the boy’s neck, down his shirt, the tiny hairs on the boy’s chest and back standing straight up. "Forget it Daisuke, for now," XVeemon said in a voice so low and raspy only he could hear. The boy whimpered from somewhere inside himself, the sound like a beaten old puppy, and he nodded.
His vision blacked out from the Dragon pulling his jersey shirt off, over his head. The boys chocolate brown hair now falling down over his shoulders.
That night for Daisuke, was one of remembering, they did have something together, Daisuke had just forgotten over the battles. "Umm..." Daisuke hummed, he lay naked sprawled out on the dragon’s stomach, in the opposite direction. XVeemon gripped the boy’s ankles, holding them comfortably above his head. The dragons tongue snaking out occasionally to tease the tender soles of the boy’s bare feet. Daisuke was between the dragon mans legs, his hands and tongue sliding up and around the monsters towering pink length.
"Mnnn..." the boy moaned, his eyes half lidded
and dazed looking. He gasped, sucking in air before he went all the way down,
swallowing the dragons pride and letting his chin slide down as far as he could
before he began to gag. The familiar white froth began to cloud around Daisuke's
lips as XVeemon’s own from his mouth made Daisuke's feet sticky. Daisuke
shrieked inwardly as the dragon man unleashed his wild, animal fury inside his
mouth, the white salty jet hitting the back of the boy’s mouth and forcing him
to swallow. His
Daisuke found the dragons powerful hands holding his in place till the spooge subsided leaked down the corner of the human boy’s maw. XVeemon's own eyes were dazed and half closed as he yanked the boy into his impossibly thick, tree trunk arms, and kissed him. The tastes of seed and flesh hot, buried in their embrace. The boy’s slick sweaty body pressed against the huge dragons, the boys own pride, small in comparison to his Digimons, ground against the Dragons wet, seed traced cock.
"Blah..." Daisuke caught and sucked in air as he broke free of the dragon’s lips, spots of spooge speckling both their mouths. XVeemon cradled the small, soft human against his chest and grunted, his giant blue scaled hand closing around both of their meat, pistoning. The dragons free arm held the boy to him, but then slid down, gripping the boys soft small ass hard, making Daisuke squeal. Then, ever so gently, the dragon man slid one wet finger inside the boys pink tight anal ring. The boy realizing his own fire again and moaning, this time not a squeal, but a moan, a deep lingering grunt that told XVeemon he remembered.
"Ah god, Veemon..." The Digimons name caught on the boy’s lips, his moan stretching it out like latex. "Uhhhnnn," the boy grunted again, the dragons soft huge hand shiffing up and down both of their cocks. Daisuke grinding his hips up and down, once to meet his partners hand on his length, and the other to meet the intruding digit that teased him so. "Uhhhhh! Vee!" Daisuke was only able to groan a portion of his friends name before he blew white hot cum over his partner’s chest and hand, his anal ring clenching and enhancing his orgasm. XVeemon came too, he remembers, the dragon painting his stomach as well. Tying them together. He recalls it as a sort of awakening for himself, a re-awakening.
***
The sky today is not blue, nor is it sunny. But dark and clouded, the wind carrying icy droplets of water onto the city.
Daisuke sits on a park bench on this day, wearing jeans and a windbreaker to ward off the rain. Beside him is Veemon, in his small child state. They sit in the park on days like this because no one is around, so they can breathe the fresh air, and be together.
"Do you think, we would be together, if you pushed me away again, that day... Daisuke-chan?" Veemon said, his voice low and soft even though no one can hear.
"I think so, Vee-kun, I think it was a matter of time," Daisuke said, staring at the water plipping off the bushes leaves. Daisuke reaches over blindly with his right hand, to do something else they can only do in the park on a rainy day, they hold hands. Veemon's own blue leathern fingers entwining between Daisuke's.
(The end.)