Noctuary

 

By outlaw torn

 

Authors note, as always I use all Japanese names and terms for the stuff in the show. Plus; this fic contains Yaoi and crossbreeding content, not to mention the vampire element.

 

Daisuke was sweating; he could feel himself sweating. It wasn't because of the heavy blankets though; he was getting hungry. He was in bed in his room of his family's apartment, outside a sleeting; half-snowing storm was battering against his bedroom windows. It wasn't cold in his room; but it wasn't warm either. Daisuke fidgeted under the covers; he knew what this feeling meant; this hot, suffocating, "can't breathe feeling". He knew that he looked different when he was like this; his eyeteeth elongated and his eyes went weird. He had got like this in detention once, when the teacher looked at him straight in the eyes he freaked out, running down the halls shrieking. That made Daisuke feel bad; he had always been like this, there was no way to change that.

 

Daisuke sat up in bed; it was getting harder to breathe; or feel like was breathing when he did. He looked out over his room; it was dark; and silent. His digimon was lying next to him; lying on his stomach above the covers, because he didn't need them unless it was really cold. Veemon was silent; not moving; he didn't look like he was asleep because you couldn't tell if his chest was rising or not. But Daisuke could tell that his chest was rising; rising with his breaths because Daisuke could hear him breath, hear him suck in air through his muzzle. He could pick up stuff like that whenever he got hungry. Veemon's eyes were closed so Daisuke moved in carefully and tapped him on the shoulder; twice; to make sure he felt it. Veemon immediately started to move, rising on his hands and turning over on his back.

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Veemon the digimon was wide-awake when he finally felt Daisuke tap him on his shoulder. He knew it was coming; he saw how at dinner; that Daisuke was breathing hard and how he was drinking his water. He was drinking it like he couldn't get enough, like he was dying of thirst or something. They had gone to bed early, because he had said to Daisuke that he was sleepy. Daisuke followed him to bed because they never slept without each other. Veemon knew that they were different for doing stuff like that; but then again; Daisuke was different too. He was different physically; not just racially like an American is different than a Japanese human; he is a vampire. He's not like the monsters that the books Veemon had read told about, he's not like Dracula or even like the characters in the Anne rice novels that Veemon had skimmed through. But both Daisuke and the movie monsters needed blood. Daisuke only seemed to need it once in a while; when he got a nasty cold or skinned his knees badly. As if his body had to make repair's by cannibalizing on itself.

 

He turned over to face Daisuke; who was staring at him with gold-yellow eyes, his brown eyes gave way to gold, slit pupil eyes when ever his "other side" showed itself. They reminded Veemon of a cat's eyes when they caught the light and turned to slits. But they didn't need light to contract like that, just his hunger spells. "Yeah Daisuke?" Veemon said trying to sound surprised. "I uh...need...help." Daisuke said, pausing looking down. Veemon sat himself up on the bed, facing Daisuke. "Is it bad tonight?" Veemon asked. "Yeah it is, I've had it since before breakfast" Daisuke answered. 'Damn', Veemon thought. 'He's needed it all day'. After a minute of thought Veemon spoke up. "How much do you think you need?" Veemon said, looking into Daisuke's eyes. "I don't know" Daisuke replied. He sounded honest, like he really had no idea. "Do you want to do it?" Veemon said. Daisuke looked up, and after a while of staring at Veemon said, "Yeah...if you want to." Veemon could see Daisuke's eyeteeth sticking out over his bottom lip. They seemed to slide out over his real teeth when he got hungry.

 

He had only done this a few times. The first was the most powerful, right after they had met. After Veemon had been freed from that temple in the net world, and helped fight off the "Digimon Kaiser", he shrank into the form of Chibimon, his "in training" state. Daisuke had brought him home and sat him on his bed, so he would look like a stuffed animal, while he changed his clothes, right in front of Chibimon... Chibimon didn't think of it much at the time; he didn't know that it was "abnormal" for boys to undress in front of each other. Daisuke brought him a helping of food from dinner. When he ate he felt stronger, was stronger, and gave him what he needed to evolve back into Veemon.

 

He crouched into the corner of the room and pursed himself in blue light. He felt himself grow tall and wide into the form of Veemon. Feeling refreshed at being in his natural state again he turned to greet Daisuke, who was sitting on his bed not saying a thing. Veemon frowned, "why is he just sitting there like that?" Veemon wondered. As he stepped closer to him he could see that he was sweating, sweating beads of water from his fore head to his cheeks. Like he had just run a mile in hot weather.

 

"Daisuke?" Veemon said, trying to catch his attention. Daisuke looked up and Veemon saw his eyes, his pupils were thin vertical lines, like a cat's. Veemon could see fangs jutting out from his lips. He released a gasp in shock. Stepping back in surprise. Daisuke was startling, with his cat's eyes and protruding teeth. "Hi...Veemon" Daisuke said, almost casually except for the noticeable strain in his voice. "What's wrong Daisuke?" Veemon said, stepping closer to his partner human. "I'm just hungry...that's all." Daisuke said. He was dripping sweat, with those eyes and teeth; he did look a little scary. "You didn't eat dinner?" Veemon asked. Confused at what Daisuke meant by "hungry".

 

"No, not like that" Daisuke replied, sounding out of breath. "I've been feeling it for two days now, my chest is starting to hurt" he gasped out. "Daisuke can I do anything for you?" Veemon said, trying to help the situation. Daisuke paused for a few seconds staring at Veemon blankly, finally he said "Veemon...do you digimon have blood?"

"Yeah we do, you just don't see it that much, we disintegrate if we get hurt to badly" Veemon said curiously.

 

Daisuke's eyes wondered from Veemon to the door. He got up, unsteady, dizzy, and shambled to the door, sliding the latch over it, locking it tight. He stumbled to his bed and collapsed on it. "Daisuke!" Veemon yelped, rushing to his partner's side. He helped Daisuke onto the bed, laying him flat on his back so he could breathe. Sweat had soaked through his light green T-shirt. He was wearing the T-shirt he wore under his flamed jacket and some white briefs his dresser drawer seemed to be filled with. "Oh Veemon...I don't want to hurt you" Daisuke said softly, closing his eyes, his cheeks red and forehead glossy with sweat. "Daisuke...what ever it is I'll do it!" Veemon said, wrapping his arms around Daisuke, by the neck so their faces were side by side. "Really?" Daisuke said craning his head, shifting around, putting his arms around Veemon's waist. Veemon nodded to say "yes." He felt Daisuke's hot breath on his nape before he felt it.

 

Veemon felt a stinging in his neck, not unbearable, but then, Veemon had no idea that he was being bitten. It hurt for a few seconds and then Veemon felt the pain just fade away as he felt Daisuke put pressure on him with his lips, like he was kissing him. Veemon noticed he couldn't feel that part of his neck at the moment. It was like there couldn't be pain there because of Daisuke, what ever he was doing to him as he drank. Veemon felt his eyelids grow heavy and he closed them. Giving himself up for Daisuke. Veemon felt weird, he felt aroused, not for the first time in his life. But he had never done anything sexual before. His penis was out of its protective pouch, grinding against Daisuke. As Daisuke's gulps slowed, Veemon's body was wracked with feeling. Veemon came, and came and came. Releasing everything inside of him onto Daisuke. Veemon stopped coming as Daisuke let go of him. Veemon didn't move. he didn't want to move. It felt like Daisuke had killed him and brought him back to life. Had beaten him senseless and then made love to him.

 

"Thank you... Veemon... You don't know how much I... needed that." Daisuke said lying his head back onto the pillow. Veemon glowed blue again and devolved back into Chibimon. He was small again, but he was whole. Daisuke had taken a lot out of him, literally. Veemon didn't remember much of that night after he devolved but he did know that Daisuke had regained his strength. He had cleaned both of them up and laid Chibimon beside him to sleep.

 

 The next day when had gotten back to being Veemon, Veemon started reading books, mythology books, mostly about vampires. That's what Daisuke technically was. But Veemon would never believe that he was a monster, never for a moment. He was so nice. He had told Veemon that he could never bring himself to take from others when he got hungry.

 

From reading, Veemon learned that leeches have a chemical in their saliva to numb pain. So he concluded that that was the explanation as to why Daisuke's bite stopped hurting after a while. His saliva had some sort of chemical to numb the pain his fangs inflicted, like a mechanism.

 

That seemed like a thousand years ago. He had only needed it a few times since then. Things had been good. Veemon realized that their relationship was special, and he liked it that way. It meant that he and Daisuke would never have to be apart no matter what happened.

 

Veemon was sitting up in the bed. Daisuke crawled over to him on his hands and knees, slowly, each movement deliberate, like a predator. Daisuke got on top of Veemon and leaned in, putting his left onto hand on Veemon's face, holding him. Veemon could see his cat's eyes and his fangs in the twilight. Daisuke held Veemons face and kissed him, slow, tasting the young dragon. Veemon held the kiss as long as he could; eventually they broke it and Veemon lay back panting. "Your strong tonight Daisuke...you seem to get stronger every time." Veemon said.

 

"Is that bad?" Daisuke replied.

 

"No but I get scared sometimes..." Veemon said.

 

"Scared?" Daisuke asked.

 

"Yeah...sometimes you're a little...rough," Veemon said.

 

"Oh really?" Daisuke said, sitting up on his knees. "You know it don't feel good unless it hurts"

 

Veemon grinned. He liked that. Daisuke also seemed to become more confident with himself every time he kissed Veemon, every time he gave him a "blood kiss".

 

Daisuke crawled to Veemon on his hands and knees, kissing him on his cheek, and then on his shoulder, then he trailed his tongue down Veemon's chest, while Veemon melts. Veemon sat himself up, spreading his legs out to support his weight. Daisuke had no trouble finding his way down Veemon's body in the near total darkness. His cat's eyes saw through the blackness effortlessly.

 

Veemon couldn't move; he didn't want to. Daisuke laid down onto his stomach as he found a spot on Veemon. His right hand felt back and forth across Veemons right leg, as his left went for Veemon's pouch.

 

Veemon let out an almost puppyish whimper as Daisuke drew his penis out. Daisuke found the lips of Veemons pouch and pushed his index finger and thumb inside, feeling the silky flesh inside, until his fingers found their prize. Veemon whimpered again as Daisuke slowly pulled the "prize" out, it was moist with heat and inner sweat; Daisuke had it by the head, drawing it out up into the air, like a fisherman with his catch.

 

Veemon was in his own personal heaven. Daisuke ran his tongue up Veemon's slick catch, before putting his mouth over it. He brought it in between his fangs; he didn't want to hurt his little Veemon. Veemon repeated Daisuke's name over and over. After four or five laps with Daisuke's tongue, Veemon released.

 

Daisuke liked the taste, the salty, buttery taste. Nothing close to blood though, he needed "that" next.

 

He took his mouth off Veemon and swallowed. Taking the essence in.

 

Daisuke ran his hand over Veemons right leg again, over the pre-chosen spot. The "spot" was the front of Veemons leg on the inside of his thigh, just a few inches from his crotch.

 

Daisuke leaned in. licking the skin of Veemons leg. The soft leather-like skin. His fangs lengthened, in response to the stimuli. He opened his jaw wide, over the skin, as he bit down.

 

 

Veemon's eyes were closed in a post-orgasmic haze when he felt the bite. It stung. Then Daisuke eased his fangs out, letting the punctured skin bleed. Daisuke had his lips locked tightly over his skin, like in a kiss, but this was just a way to keep the blood from escaping. What would they do if Daisuke's mom found blood on the sheets?

 

Daisuke slurped up the blood from the holes in Veemons leg. Tasting hot red. Tasting the very substance of the young dragon.

 

For Veemon, the pain was non-existent; Daisuke's pain-killing saliva had taken care of that. Now all he knew was bliss. Daisuke sucked blood from the bite on his leg, his mouth giving Veemon's leg a sort of "hickey". That made Veemon hard again. Made him want, made him lust.

 

Daisuke felt the blood start to get "loose"; it was starting to get thin, he had to stop.

 

Daisuke circled his tongue around the bite, to make sure that no drops would escape. Something told him that it was proper to keep the blood from running; to keep the act from getting messy was like "good manners".

 

He let go of Veemons leg; his tongue lapping up the traces of fluid from his lips.

 

He felt the blood boil inside, in his stomach. The hot life renewing spent energy. The energy he spent existing.

 

Veemon on the other hand, was thrashing on the bed, his erection spewing semen all over himself. Daisuke knew Veemon came when he bit him; it was cute to Daisuke, knowing that he could inflict such pleasure, not even trying. Daisuke sat up on his knees, looking down at his digimon, his hot little dragon, gasping and yelping, orgasm thundering through his body.

 

"Uuunngh...Daisuke..." Veemon moaned; His little "spasm" subsiding. Daisuke leaned down, licking up cum from Veemon's cock and where it had gone on his chest. He smiled. This dragon was his, no one else's. Daisuke didn't make Veemon his, Veemon had given himself to Daisuke, willingly. That made Daisuke feel happy, made him love. This creature, almost as unbelievable as he was, could want Daisuke to bite him, to drink his blood. That's what made Daisuke love him; he knew that Veemon would do anything for him. Protect him, love him, and be with him. This was why Veemon had stayed with him, rather than go back to the "net world" with the other digimon.

 

"Veemon...have I told you lately how yummy you look?" Daisuke said.

 

"Yeah you have..." Veemon said, catching his breath.

 

Daisuke planted another kiss on Veemons muzzle. Closing his eyes. He wasn't hungry anymore; his cat's eyes would fade away, back into his normal brown ones. His fangs had already slid back into his gums. 'The lost art of twilight' Daisuke thought. He knew that there were probably no other people like him, vampires, he had accepted that as fact, and he knew he had someone who accepted him.

 

As the cold night storm lagged on out side, Daisuke and Veemon slept in each other's arms.

 

 

Author's note; if you want to contact me I'm at cj812@aol.com