Caged

 

By Outlaw Torn

 

Yamato walked home from band practice. It had just rained and the temperature in the city had risen, carpeting the streets with fog. He'd just come from band practice, so he was stiff, and his back hurt. Hefting the guitar in itself wasn't so bad, just prolonged hours of having it strapped to him like a fifth limb wore you out. He guessed it was as tiring as a job, had to be. He was already a star...

 

            ...And stars can attract many people to lust in their radiance.

 

            "Yamato-san..." A voice behind him! He had just taken a detour through a dark alleyway, the worst possible place. Yamato couldn't see much ahead of him, the fog blotted out sight even just a few feet away.

 

            Hands on his shoulders and neck. Claws.

 

            "Get off me!" Yamato whipped his weight as hard as he could and threw the owner of the voice away. There was an oof! and then an almost feminine groan.

 

            "Don't do that again Motomiya, I'm in no mood for you." Yamato said, his blonde eye brows furrowed in anger.

 

            "But it would be so fun if you let me Yamato-san... You could do anything you wanted." The figure of Daisuke Motomiya clutched at the stone wall of the alley for support, his wicked teeth glinting at him in a lascivious smile.

 

            "I'm happy; still breathing," Yamato said resettling his guitar case over his shoulder.

 

            "Ohhh... but you'd like it," Daisuke said. His words were like poison, but drifted over you like velvet. He groaned again as a red eyed dragon emerged from the fog behind him and lifted him up by his legs, spreading the skirt of his trashy school girl outfit like an umbrella. Yamato watched this out of sheer morbid curiosity, Daisuke found his victims by pretending to be a drugged or drunk pretty girl; with his white skin and red lips it wasn't hard to imagine so. Teenaged boys had plenty of imagination.

 

            "FlameDramon..." Daisuke moaned as the dragons blue clawed hands drew down his laced ivory panties right there in the street. Daisuke met the wall again as he was pushed against it, his high heeled feet dangling a foot above the concrete as the dragon pushed into him. Yamato backed away slowly as the digital beast answered the moaning females cry. Yamato put a hand to his head as Daisuke groaned again, his white hard pride casting a thread of white goo on the stone wall.

 

            "Uhhh.. FlameD-Dramon..." Daisuke cooed as Yamato left.

 

The sight in the alleyway had chilled Yamato to the bone. It was ghastly, yet he had no hatred for Daisuke. The supernatural races were having a fun time with the real world, both Digimon and monsters alike. He'd almost reached his condominium when he stopped dead... turned around.

 

            A gate to the net world stood open, it hovered like a window in reality and rippled as a giant dark blue shape leapt out.

 

            "Yamato!" males voice called out to him. It was WereGarurumon.

 

            "Were...Garuru." Yamato answered back, his voice shy of a whisper at the giant lupine Digimon.

 

            "I felt you were in trouble, I was right. I can smell vampire off you," WereGarurumon said, his voice like silver.

 

            "Yeah... I saw Daisuke earlier..." Yamato fell silent as WereGarurumon turned his head to the side with one giant claw tipped finger. His talons were like indigo colored gems. After WereGarurumon had checked his partner for bite marks bent down, his massive canine features brimming with heat. Yamato's icy blue eyes met with one of Were's giant golden spheres at point blank. The pupils were slit and stared into his soul.

 

            The portal into the Digital world closed behind WereGarurumon, space returning to normal in an instant.

 

            "Lets get out of here," WereGarurumon said, and before Yamato knew it he was gathered up in one arm by the werewolf and being carried up and up and up...

 

They stopped moving when WereGarurumon landed atop the balcony of Yamato's condo, the wolf opened the thick glass door before he set Yamato back down on his own feet.

 

            "Some ride, almost forgot how strong your arms were," Yamato said unslinging his guitar case and carefully dropping it inside the door.

 

            "Don't like that door, couldn't keep out any predators..." WereGarurumon regarded his partners safety as highest on his to-do list. Despite being intelligent beings like humans, Digimon also thought practically, almost like animals in their base instinct.

 

            "I don't care, I just want to get warm," Yamato said, taking off his jacket and discarding it on his bed.

 

            "Should wash your skin, get the vampire smell off you."

 

            "Heh, dogs are obsessed with water," Yamato said grinning. WereGarurumon watched him silently, not willing to argue over the remark, pettiness didn't mean much to him and his partner.

 

            "With soap," WereGarurumon said finally as Yamato disappeared into the bathroom, grinning himself.

 

Yamato had a pretty good apartment. It had its own bath, for one. A decent sized porcelain thing with a shower head, western style. He took off his shoes and left those and the rest of his clothes in a pile on top of the toilet. The marble floor was cold, the icy tile made his legs tremble as the water heated up. Once it was hot he stepped inside, drawing the curtain around the tub and sealing himself inside the transparent fold.

 

            The shower spray cleared away the traces of Daisuke's undead touch, and the chill of the foggy day. Yamato could still almost see the lost boy, feel the weight of his stare and feel the chill of his skin. He drew his arms around his chest, the cold threatening to run down his spine again.

 

            And then the bathroom door opened.

 

            Yamato's breath stopped. The inside of the bathtub seemed to grow colder than ever, the hot spray not relieving the draft on his back from the open door.

 

            And then he heard the low growl of WereGarurumon as he struggled with the buckle on his huge shoulder pad, time slowed down again. WereGarurumon's wide clawed mitt pulled the shower curtain back, the big wolf stuffing his snout into the shower.

 

            "What? You’re getting spooked in the bath? That’s not like you."

 

            "I also don't usually have people coming into it," Yamato said blowing his breath out slowly. He moved aside as the giant wolf man edged past him, sharing the shower current. Yamato picked up the soap and helped lather WereGarurumon's massive furred chest while the wolf concentrated on raking shampoo into his pelt. Yamato helped soap up the rest of the werewolf's dark blue fur and then leaned against him as the soapy water ran onto his own hair and body, the foamy rinse sweeping over every inch of him.

 

            After the shower Yamato got out and toweled off, allowing his huge friend the space needed to step out of the porcelain tub. It was kind of funny to see him in their, his head stuck up over the metal shower rod. Since he hadn't turned the heat on, the condo was a bit cold after taking such a hot shower. Yamato made his way to his room stark naked, dripping water all over the blue marble floor. The condo was nice; another luxury his career had afforded him. He spent a lot of time there, working on songs and thinking. Thinking about a few of the other chosen ones, especially the ones like Daisuke who were now supernatural beings. It was no wonder WereGarurumon was following him like a puppy, the city was dangerous now. 

 

            Though Yamato did appreciate the attention, since he wasn't able to see his digital partner often. His real life cut into the time he wanted to see WereGarurumon, he hated that.

 

            "There’s steaks in the refrigerator, if you need them," Yamato said turning up the thermostat. WereGarurumon didn't seem to enthusiastic about the food, he was too busy trying to smooth his fur over which now stuck up in wet spikes. Like a long haired dog after its been washed with the hose.

 

            "Looks like Yamato-san lives easy here," WereGarurumon said, sliding a long blue furred finger across Yamato's pale cheek. He shut the eye on that side of his face protectively and smiled a bit; the affection between them was still there. Yamato suddenly felt very impish and excited, it might turn out to be a fun night after all. He didn't let the wolves giant hand get away, instead he took hold of it and ran his tongue up the long index finger that had caressed him. WereGarurumon fell silent, allowing the boy to do as he wished.

 

            "Almost forgot what you tasted like," Yamato said breathily, the tip of the red clawed finger disappearing between his lips. The wolf stood there still very wet, the blond haired human slid his soft lips and tongue up and down his massive finger. When Yamato let go of it a thin string of saliva clung to it, the act left them both very excited. Now it was the wolfs turn, and he proceeded to kneel in front of his blond haired prince and kiss him the best he could. Yamato totally let himself go at the touch of WereGarurumon's tongue across his white cheek, mingling with his lips and sliding in to find his own.

 

            By this time Yamato's hands were wandering down the digital wolfs belly, taking hold of his hips and ready to begin working at his partners pride. Just as he was about to let his hands slide further down, WereGarurumon took him in his huge arms and laid him down on the bed. The expensive red satin sheets massaged his skin and kept it warm. There were no windows in Yamato's bedroom, which left them thankfully cut off from the rest of the world.

 

            The wolf had to be careful on the bed. His red claws were the size of daggers. Yamato waited as his lupine friend crawled onto the bed next to him, his giant furred body radiating heat that he could feel through the sheets. A huge mist blue hand fell over his, the huge fingers closing around his hand with a thoughtful tenderness. It drew his thoughts back to the time when he had first met this powerful incarnation of his partner; when the king of the night hunted the streets of the city. He had grown much since then, if only a few years had passed.

 

            Times had changed, Takeru was back with him still, but much older now. Time had taken the boy and left a young man. Again he thought of Daisuke--body made of stone and twice as cold. He would stay like that, with pale skin and a mouth like roses--complete with thorns.

 

            "Your gentle tonight, you just happy to see me?" Yamato murmured softly to the wolf next to him. WereGarurumon grunted and ran his thick fingers through the boys blonde hair. The feeling of his fingers in his hair was almost forgotten to him. It sort of tickled and rubbed at the same time, the fur prickling at his senses. When Yamato was able to be close to his partner he felt like nothing could possibly be wrong in his life. Even after he would get up on the stage and the women would claw, throw things--panties or bottles or tampons--and he'd have to wade through relationships with girls that were attracted to him. It tore him up. Because sooner or later things would turn sour, interests would conflict, and he'd be left with hell.

 

            Aha yes, he'd been through many such situations. But now he got to be with *him*. The wolf was not two dimensional, he was not some machine or animal blessed with speech. He was a person, he had feelings. All of the chosen children knew this, but Yamato was one of the few who'd fallen in love with this. What more could he want when he had someone who simply cared that he was happy and that he was near?

 

            A pang of guilt ran through him. WereGarurumon had been in the net world for so long, not alone, but not where he wanted to be. Yamato knew he had to compensate for this.

 

            "I think we'll need to role-play tonight. I'll be a trained Masseuse and you'll be his lucky patient," Yamato said. He climbed down from the wolf's belly and down his long massive legs. The wolf groaned as the boy ran his fingers down the pale blue of his furred thighs and calves, finally coming to rest on his knees on the floor next to the bed. It was going to be a fun night indeed. First he lifted the wolf's large feet and plopped them down on his knees, the warmth from his skin seeping into Were's foot pads. His feet were shaped like a humans--it had a ball, an arch, and then the foot pads which no human had. This gave him a sort of sandal under his foot, at least one that didn't come off. And toes of course, but rounded claw tipped ones like an animal, red in color to suggest staining of blood.

 

            "But there’s no blood on there," Yamato thought to himself, flicking off pieces of dust from the long sharp nails. The treatment began with his left, light strokes to the instep and heel before he moved on and lifted the limb to massage the underside.

 

            "Does the gentleman want a full massage, or just a foot rub?" Yamato said, the pit of his stomach twirling with dirty excitement at the game.

 

            "Full please," WereGarurumon said, his voice marred by the hot air he exhaled with each breath. Yamato was again reminded of his friends voice, it was nice. In comparison to some Digimon he had interacted with. It was like water run over pewter. the singer boy continued his playful rubs and went on to kneading with just a bit of pressure, then increased to get the kinks out. They had just showered, so he didn't worry about what was to come next.

 

            "I'm afraid I just can't help myself sir, I can't take my eyes off you," Yamato said. Now he had the wolf's large foot held up by his ankle, his tongue dancing over the ankle and heel.

 

            "I don't think we should do this, what if someone finds us?" WereGarurumon said. He was into games well enough to know his part, and played it deliciously. The blond boy was already working the sole and toes of his partner, his voice muffled as he suckled lightly, wary of the long talons in his way. A long held breath escaped WereGarurumon above him, a huge strong hand playing with his hair and resting on his shoulder. The sharp nails sliding across his back in anticipation. Yamato had completed his pleasingly torturous treatment on his friends feet, left them all wet and nibbled at. Now it was time for the best part of all.

 

            A shadow hung above Yamato's head. It was long, wide and dangling there, waiting for him. The boy let the wolf's paw go and crept up on his knees, the meaty thighs of his partner already parted for him. WereGarurumon's fur bristled as his masseuse took hold of him and opened his mouth wide--like you do for a doctor at a checkup--and they played another game.

 

The next morning Yamato sat in his small kitchen in a grubby shirt and his underwear. WereGarurumon crouched into a chair next to him. The Digimon had to be careful to not break it, since it was only made out of pine. They sat for nearly 20 minutes in silence, nibbling at boiled eggs.

 

            "Do you think I can stay here? I want to guard in this world," WereGarurumon said, looking at Yamato sideways in a very canine way. Yamato looked up from his plate and thought for a moment.

 

            "Yeah," was all Yamato said. Better safe than sorry. The wolf reached over and rubbed his partners lower back as he brought another bit of egg up to his mouth. He glanced at WereGarurumon with one eye impishly as he chewed and shifted a bit. Certainly having a werewolf guardian would make nights safer in the city, with the many strange things wandering around. "Would also make good company" Yamato thought.

 

In a man's heart, father begets son, and horror begets horror.

 

            A young man wandered along the train concrete platform next to the station's tracks. It was misty and hard to see, the sun hadn't come up yet. "Oh man" he thought, noticing a long white pair of legs sticking out from one of the sitting booths where people waited for the train. He smiled and crept around to find a pretty girl sitting there, her head hanging downwards, as if tired.

 

            "Hi... got a cigarette?" He heard her say. Her voice was quiet and raspy. He jammed his hands into his pockets, going for his smokes. Then all of a sudden the chick stood up and was pressing against him, feeling him up like a drunk whore.

 

            "Woah shit--" he had begun to say, but then she was already at his neck.

 

            Daisuke Motomiya sat with the crumpled form of the young man for quite a while, almost until the sun broke over the horizon. He had an arm around the other males shoulder, and held him as he was a stuffed animal, a fond old teddy bear. His slit-pupil eyes defied the twilight of the morning and his red tipped fangs stood for all to see. Japan had become a perfect playground. And he would draw near to the others as the dark one had drawn close to him, the struggle would be great. But he would have fun, since now he was like a giant shadowy panther that could stalk its prey. Their prefecture would become a necropolis. But he wondered silently if he wanted it that way. It was so much more fun to play... He got up from the bench, the young man still laying there, his body gone into shock. Time for a nap in the subway, then maybe he could explain where he was to his old lady the past two nights and change his clothes. The girls school uniform was getting a bit grimy, and FlameDramon didn't like it when he was dirty.

 

            His footsteps clattered down into the underground as the golden dawn swept over the city above.