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That being said, it’s time for the story…

Alone Together

Matt and Gabumon coalesced into matter on the other side of the DigiPort to find Sora and Biyomon waiting for them. It was a warm sunny day on the steppe as a light breeze gently swept a few fluffy clouds across the brilliant sky. Anyone would feel revitalized just being there and breathing in the sweet, fresh, digital air.

“Hi guys!” Sora and Biyomon greeted cheerfully.

“Hey, Sora,” Matt returned, smiling. “So, what’ve we got planned?”

“Come and see,” she beckoned as she and Biyomon led them down a shallow slope. “So what kept you guys so late?”

Matt and Gabumon both cast each other a sidelong glance and blushed slightly as they both fumbled for words. “Well we…uh…” Matt began inarticulately.

“We…err…didn’t…” Gabumon continued, not really helping much.

“We slept through my alarm!” Matt supplied hurriedly, relieved that he finally came up with something that sounded half-way plausible. He and Gabumon gave a sigh of relief. It wouldn’t have gone over well to have told her that they were taking a shower together, nor would telling her why they needed a shower, though thinking about it did make Gabumon’s stomach do a little backflip in his chubby belly.

Sora raised an eyebrow and looked at Biyomon who also had a puzzled look on her face. They both shrugged. “Okay, well whatever you were doing, at least you’re here now so you can help us set up!”

“Set up for what?” Gabumon asked.

“A camping trip!” Biyomon chirped happily. “We’re spending the night out here. It’ll be just like the good ol’ days when we were fighting Devimon and Myotismon and the Dark Masters!”

“But without all the danger,” Sora corrected, laughing. “And with tents and camping supplies, too,” she added.

They arrived at the campsite to quite a catastrophe. Joe sat, completely defeated, amid a tangle of tent poles and cords while Mimi shouted instructions at him. Gomamon had his face buried in his paws, shaking with laughter. Palmon had already fled the volatile situation.

“Joe, you stand up and finish setting up those tents this instant!” Mimi commanded imperiously, flicking a lock of hair back over her shoulder.

Matt helped Joe up out of the tangle and set about setting up the tents properly. “Thanks, Matt,” Joe said gratefully. “She’s unbearable sometimes.”

“Only sometimes?” Matt quipped. “Don’t worry about it, Joe. Tents are brutal to set up without a second pair of hands, and we all know Mimi cares too much about her nails to try and do something like this herself. And Gomamon doesn’t really have hands either.”

“Too true,” Joe agreed, laughing a bit to himself. “At least he got a good laugh out of it. Traitor!” he called with a definite lack of conviction, looking back over his shoulder at Gomamon, who was still howling with laughter, tears streaming down his furry face. Joe rolled his eyes skyward and sighed. “Joe Kido, the living joke.”

Tai and the others came back bearing armloads of wood and foraged food and they all set to work starting a fire, making some lunch, and constructing a rough picnic table. The table didn’t turn out nearly as well as Izzy’s design had intended, but it did the job.

T.K. and Kari didn’t do too bad of a job making the lunch, though it was a little scorched. Agumon and Gabumon, not surprisingly, wolfed it down without complaint. There wasn’t a whole lot that could come out of a pot, frying pan, or from over a fire that they couldn’t stomach. Everyone else ate as little as they felt they could get by on until supper, and they all elected Matt to cook next time, even though he insisted that everyone should learn that vital life skill.

“So,” T.K. began as he finished wiping down their table, “what’re we gonna do now?”

“How about a swim?” Gomamon suggested.

“I’ll just tan on the beach, thank you,” Mimi retorted airily.

“I’m perfectly content to stay here and check out the weather patterns on my laptop,” Izzy contributed, already typing away.

“Oh put that thing away for once, Izzy,” Tai groaned. “C’mon guys, it’s been a long time since we’ve been in the DigiWorld with no one to fight and nothing to rebuild. Why don’t we just go on a hike and see how different it is since last time?”

There was a murmur of agreement and, after gathering a few things to take with them, set off across the steppe towards a small mountain. T.K. chuckled as they started away from the campsite. “What’s so funny, T.K.?” Patamon asked from his perch atop T.K.’s hat.

“Oh I was just thinking about how steamed Davis was when we told him that this was a first generation DigiDestined camping trip only. Ow!” he exclaimed as Kari punched him in the arm.

“That was mean,” she said, laughing in spite of herself. “At least Yolei was nice enough to give us some food to take with us.”

Gatomon licked her lips. “I can’t wait to get into that can of salmon. No offence T.K., but lunch was pretty horrible.”

T.K. sighed, clutched his chest and staggered with mock drama. “How could you say that?” They all laughed at his lame joke.

“Aww, it wasn’t that bad, T.K.,” Agumon said consolingly.

“Thanks, Agumon,” he replied, smiling.

They kept trudging up the mountainside, around which there was a moderately steep path for them to climb, for almost two hours before they called a halt. “It’s almost 3 o’clock,” Izzy reported, checking his digivice. “Maybe we should get ready to head back soon,” he added suggestively.

“But we’re so close to the top,” Tentomon urged. “The view is going to be absolutely spectacular!”

Palmon groaned, massaging her aching feet. “Whatever we do, I’m not walking another step until I’ve had a rest. My feet are killing me.”

“Okay, whoever wants to can rest here,” Tai said. “I want to head up to the top and see the view. Anyone else want to come?”

“We’re coming,” Matt and Gabumon said.

“Us, too,” Sora and Biymon chimed in.

“I want to see it, too,” Joe said. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him. “What?” he asked. “I don’t want to spend the whole day sitting on my butt. I want to climb this mountain!”

Tai kept talking. “Let’s just ignore that we clearly have an imposter trying to be Joe here.” Joe huffed indignantly. “Anyone else?” Tai asked. Kari, T.K., Izzy and Mimi shook their heads, as did their partners. “Okay then. We’ll be back in a few minutes. Don’t go anywhere!”

They clamored up a rough section of broken rocks up to the last part of the trail. “This had better be worth the ache I know I’m going to have tomorrow,” Sora murmured.

“Of course it will be, Sora,” Biyomon told her, just flying up the broken section. “There’s no view in your world like we have here in the DigiWorld.”

They reached the top and drank in the amazing view. Untouched digital nature in every direction and as far as the eye could see. Flora and fauna completely undisturbed from how it had grown, affected only by the Digimon that belonged there. They all marveled at the sparkling sea and the trees rippling in the breeze; the smooth light green of the fields and the brown and gray crags of the cliffs and mountains. The colors of the DigiWorld all mingled together, painting a beautiful living picture for them to see.

“The others’ll sure be sorry they missed this,” Tai commented, grossly understating the breathtaking view.

“Well why don’t we go get them, Tai?” Agumon asked.

Gomamon snickered. “Yeah, if Joe is willing to go up here again, they’ll know it’s worth the view, no matter how tired they are.” Joe raised an eyebrow and fixed him with a level gaze. “Well, it’s true!” he said defensively.

Joe laughed in spite of himself. “I guess so. Well, let’s go back and get them.”

They reached the section of broken stones again. “Getting up was one thing, but going down could be tricky,” Matt cautioned. “Be careful.”

“Nah, this is no problem,” Tai bragged. “Just watch.” He jumped nimbly down the broken rocks as light as a cat and landed back on the lower path. He turned around and called, “Ta daa! See? Nothing to it.”

Joe didn’t look convinced, but he made it down safely as well. Gabumon and Gomamon started to move forward onto the broken rock when the slab they stepped on shifted slightly. They clung to each other, trembling slightly.

“Don’t…move!” Sora hissed at them warningly.

“What do we do?” Gabumon asked.

“Just slowly back off that rock, Gabumon,” Matt instructed, reaching out to them. “I’ve got you, I’m right here.” They both began to inch off the slab when suddenly it lurched forward, throwing both of them onto their faces as it began to slide down the slope.

“JUMP OFF!” Joe yelled to them. But it was too late. They couldn’t get off in time and the slab they were standing on careened down the long side of the mountain.

“GABUMON!” Matt cried as he watched his best friend and lover slide down the cliffside in a cloud of dust. Joe fell to his knees, and then on his side as he fainted.

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The sound of a water drop splashing somewhere was all Gomamon could hear when he awoke. He strained his ears for even the slightest sound, and squinted his eyes to try and see something in the pitch blackness.

drip

He pushed himself to his feet, his battered body protesting with every movement. “Joe?” he called softly. No answer. He remembered that Gabumon was next to him when he fell. “Gabumon?”

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I’m all alone, he thought miserably, a hollow feeling welling up inside of him. He curled up on the smooth stone floor and listened to the steady drip of water for a while, just thinking. What happened to Gabumon? Will they come and look for us? A horrible realization dawned on him. No, they won’t. They’re all saying, “Oh, it’s just wisecracking Gomamon, we can do without him,” or “All he does is eat and sleep, we don’t need him anymore.” Even Joe is, I bet…

He sniffled and let out a miserable sob as a tear started its way down his furry cheek. He turned his head sharply when he heard a slight click near him. “H-hello?” he stuttered. “Gabumon?”

He listened intently for a moment.

drip

Just my imagination, he thought as he curled back up and listened to the drip some more.

drip

drip

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He listened to it for what seemed like days when he heard something he knew he wasn’t imagining. “…mamon…” a voice whispered. “Gomamon? Are you here?” He heard a light rustling behind him. “Gomamon?”

A rush of relief surged through Gomamon as he got up and turned toward the voice. “Gabumon, is that you?” he asked, hiccoughing a little.

“Am I glad that you’re okay!” Gabumon said, sitting next to his friend in the near pitch darkness. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to wake up or not. I had to dig you out of a pile of rocks. I went looking to see if I could find a way out.”

“Did you?” he asked hopefully.

Gabumon sighed bitterly. “It looks like we’re trapped.”

It took a second for that to sink in. “I’m doomed,” Gomamon declared gloomily, the hollow feeling growing even more. “No one cares about me. They’re just going to leave me here to rot. Even if they do come, they’ll just take you and leave me behind all alone.” He turned away from Gabumon and bit his lip, trying not to sob.

Gabumon was utterly puzzled. “What do you mean, Gomamon? I know our friends are looking for us.”

“Your friends,” he corrected, spitting out the words, feeling more and more sure of what he was saying. “I know none of you like me. You all just look at me as a little pest who never pulled his weight with the group. I just leech off everyone else and pretend like I’m important. But I’m not…” He curled up on the floor again.

“Stop it, Gomamon,” Gabumon said sharply. “Don’t say another word. Nothing could be further from the truth. You should be ashamed of yourself, thinking that your friends would just forget you like that. I’m here with you…”

“Only because you have to be,” Gomamon retorted hotly. He turned and looked accusingly at Gabumon with his green eyes. They looked so much duller than usual. “Tell me, tell me honestly, Gabumon. Who would you prefer to be stuck here with?”

“It doesn’t matter who I’d prefer, it won’t change that I’m here with…”

“Tell me,” he snapped with uncharacteristic harshness, tears streaming down his face. “Anyone else would be more useful than me, admit it! Anyone else could help you get out. But no, I can’t help. So who would you rather? Agumon? He’s your best friend, isn’t he? Or maybe Gatomon?” Gabumon hesitated. “Hmph,” he snorted. “That’s what I thought. It wouldn’t matter. Anyone would be better than me. Go away, Gabumon. Go and wait for the others to come and get you. I’m staying here.”

“Gomamon, why are you…”

“GO!” he snarled, turning and swiping at Gabumon, his claws gashing him across his belly, drawing blood. “Get away from me. You make me sick.” A fresh wave of sobs tore through Gomamon’s little body. “Go…go and live. I’ll stay here and die, stay and die…” he trailed off, sobbing weakly until he blacked out.

Ignoring the pain radiating from his belly, Gabumon shuffled over to Gomamon and stroked his fur gently. This must be that same cave, Gabumon thought. With a shudder, he recalled the deep despair that he watched Matt succumb to, and Sora soon afterward. If this cave feeds on insecurities, Gomamon’s an easy target. He picked up his much smaller friend’s battered body and cradled him close, being careful not to smear his own blood all over him. He’s so small, and the fall hurt him so badly. The cave didn’t have a hard time overwhelming him. He felt a sudden feeling of protectiveness.

“I’ll take care of you, my friend,” he said softly, as he carried him to an adjoining cavern.

Several hours later, Gomamon awoke to not the sound of water dripping, but the crackle of a fire. He blinked his eyes, trying to focus on his surroundings. He tried to get up, but something pressed down on him. “Shhhh,” a voice said soothingly. “You have to rest.”

“YOU!” Gomamon snarled, jumping to his feet and taking an aggressive posture. “I told you to leave.”

“We’re friends, Gomamon,” Gabumon said, matter of factly, not budging. “I’m not going to disappear just because you tell me to in the heat of the moment. I know you’re scared.” Gomamon blinked. “I am, too.” Gomamon blinked again. “But I know you want to get out of here, and I know you want to see all our friends again. And I know that they want to see us again, too.”

Gomamon hesitated, his mind reeling with conflict. He’s lying, I know he’s lying. It’s a trick! It must be a trick, no one cares about me. They all hate me, they’ve always hated me. Who could possibly like me?

“Please, Gomamon,” Gabumon begged. “Talk to me.”

Gomamon shook his head as if he was trying to wake up. When he looked up, his eyes went even darker and he scowled at Gabumon. “No.”

“Gomamon, I’m your friend. I care about you. Let me help you. Remember the Crests! Mine was the Crest of Friendship. Let me be your friend still.” He reached out a paw. “Won’t you let me be your friend?”

Gomamon looked quizzically at Gabumon’s out-stretched paw and instinctively began to reach out to it. His paw suddenly stiffened. “No, no it’s a trick. I won’t do it!” his voice rasped unnaturally.

“It’s okay, Gomamon,” Gabumon coaxed. “You know deep down, that I only want to help you and be your friend.” He reached out his paw even further. “Just take my paw.”

Their paws were nearly touching now, but Gomamon’s was shaking and he was sweating. His face was screwed up as if he was in intense pain. “NO! I will not touch you! I WON’T!” But, with every ounce of strength, Gomamon lurched forward and his paw touched Gabumon’s. At that exact instant, a disturbing howl enveloped them, chilling their blood, extinguishing the fire. Exhausted, Gomamon fell to the ground on his face, unconscious.

Sometime later, he awoke, warm and cozy. “Gabumon?”

“Are you feeling better?” Gabumon asked him as he held him close.

“What happened?” he asked, his mind a little cloudy.

“You’re all right now, that’s what matters. I’m glad you’re okay.” He bent his face over Gomamon and looked into his friend’s bright, emerald eyes. “This cave is an evil place. It took control of you and made you a Digimon I knew you weren’t.”

“Oh,” Gomamon said, squirming a little, trying to avoid Gabumon’s eyes. “Looks like all I did was cause you trouble,” he added, slowly remembering what had happened.

“It’s okay,” Gabumon reassured him. “I know the real you, I made the cave leave you alone, just like I did for Matt.”

Gomamon blushed gratefully. “You didn’t have to do that. I said some awful things…”

“Yes, but you didn’t mean them,” he said, setting Gomamon down. “You’re my friend, Gomamon. I don’t want to see anything bad happen to my friends.” He went to tend to the fire, which he had restarted after he was sure Gomamon was okay. In the firelight, Gomamon could clearly see the three parallel slashes on his friend’s belly. He looked down at his own claws, and even though Gabumon had cleaned them while he slept, he knew that the claws that had hurt him were his own.

“I’m sorry,” he said simply, his voice cracking with guilt.

“It’s not like you to be so heavy. Are you turning into BlackWarGreymon on me?”

Gomamon’s face split into his usual impish grin. “Hey,” he objected, “of course not.” He shuffled over next to Gabumon as he tended the fire, feeling a little better for the warmth. “Thanks.”

Gabumon ruffled Gomamon’s mohawk playfully. “You’d do the same for me,” he said. Gomamon said nothing and just enjoyed the feeling of Gabumon’s paw through his mohawk. It had been a long time since anyone had actually touched him like that, and he lost himself in the gentle tingle it sent down his spine.

He sighed softly, and closed his eyes. “That feels nice…” he said as he pressed his head against his friend’s hand. Gabumon smiled as he continued to rub his paw down his Gomamon’s back. “Ouch,” he cried, wincing as Gabumon pressed on a tender spot.

“Sorry,” Gabumon apologized, “I forgot you were all beat up.” He smiled as an idea occurred to him. “I know something that’ll make you feel better.”

“Hmm?” he murmured as Gabumon picked him up and lay him against against his soft belly. Gabumon gently traced his paw across Gomamon’s chest, gently stroking his ribs and belly. Gomamon giggled softy and squirmed. “You’re tickling me,” he protested unconvincingly.

As one paw continued to stroke his torso, Gabumon began to stroke Gomamon’s long ears and mowhawk with his other. “Oh, do you want me to stop?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

Gomamon squirmed with delight. “No, don’t stop.” No one’s ever touched me like this before…uh oh! he thought with dread as he felt a tingle down below. He’s gonna be mad…

Gabumon peeked down between Gomamon’s legs, hoping that his stroking had achieved the desired effect, and was pleased to see Gomamon’s digi-ness starting to emerge. He breathed hotly on Gomamon’s neck, and reached down with his paw and gently gave Gomamon a light stroke, who shivered and moaned slightly. “Gabumon…”

“Shh,” he said softly. “Just lie here and let me do this for you.” Gomamon just swallowed and spread his legs a little more. Gabumon lightly nibbled one of his friend’s long trailing ears as he encircled his digi-cock with a tight fist and gave it a slow, deliberate stroke. He smiled as Gomamon writhed in his arms and cried out. They just lay there for a few moments, just enjoying the feeling of being so close to each other.

Gabumon gave Gomamon’s slender seal-prick a few more slow, tortuous strokes and could feel it starting to twitch with excitement. He’s so close…

Gomamon was moaning with each exhalation now, his prick tingling, sending out jolts of pleasure each time Gabumon gave it a stroke. He legs were numb with pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut, his heart hammering in his chest. “What’s…happening…?”

“You’ll like it, I promise,” Gabumon breathed, picking up his pace on Gomamon’s quivering digi-meat. Gomamon cried out, his voice catching in his throat, simultaneously pressing back into Gabumon’s belly and out into his hand, bucking and jerking. Time seemed to stop as an electric tingle washed through his body, coalescing into a single point of blindingly intense pleasure, right at the base of his cock.

Gabumon stroked one last time, and that one stroke caused that tiny point of pleasure to explode, triggering Gomamon’s first ever orgasm. He cried out and humped madly into his friend’s hand, instinct totally taking over his actions, cum spurting everywhere. Finally, he was spent and he flopped back onto Gabumon’s chest, a warm euphoria coursing through his veins.

“Wow,” he sighed wonderingly, exhausted. “Now I can see what’s really so great about having something closer to hands. I could never do that myself,” he said, holding up one of his paws.

“I told you you’d like it,” Gabumon said, smiling and snuggling down with his friend, his own raging erection more than apparent.

Gomamon jerked as he felt Gabumon’s cock rub against him. “Wow,” he said softly, reaching down and stroking it lightly. He blushed and looked up at Gabumon. “Can I…?”

Gabumon also blushed and nodded. Gomamon tried his best to grip Gabumon’s cock, but his paw just wasn’t the right sort of shape to do it right. He gave it a few strokes, fumbling with it a bit. Gabumon sat there in silence, breathing deeply, appreciating his friend’s intentions, even though it didn’t feel spectacular. Gomamon mumbled with frustration, knowing that he wasn’t doing as good a job as had been done on him when an idea popped into his head. He smirked devilishly up at Gabumon.

“Hold still,” he said, getting off Gabumon’s lap and getting down between his legs. He very slowly and deliberately began to engulf Gabumon’s throbbing cock with his tight mouth, making sure his sharp teeth were totally clear. Gabumon sighed and placed his paw on Gomamon’s head, sighing huskily.

Gomamon began to slowly bob his head up and down on Gabumon’s length, his warm tongue slavering up and down it. “Oh yesssss…” Gabumon sighed, losing himself in the ripples of pleasure emanating from his cock. Gomamon continued to suck him slowly, his strokes gradually getting longer and longer until Gabumon’s full length was sliding down his throat each time. “Mmmmmm…” he moaned, feeling the pleasure surge through him more strongly now.

Feeling rather pleased with how he was doing, Gomamon sped up his stroke and tightened his mouth around Gabumon’s digi-cock, which was now throbbing in time to his racing heart. Gabumon squirmed, the tingling feeling cascading through his body beginning to gather in his knees. “Gomamon…”

“Mmmmmm,” he hummed, slurping on Gabumon’s dick.

“Uhhh, I’m getting close,” Gabumon cautioned, squeezing his eyes shut as that orgasmic swirl got tighter and tighter in his knees and began to creep up his thighs. “Oh yessss!” He threw his head back in bliss as the swirl burst into a warm wave of ecstasy that flashed through his body as he came, firing volley after volley of his sweet digi-cum down Gomamon’s waiting throat.

Gomamon pulled off Gabumon’s deflating dick and gave him a wink. “There, paid back in full.”

“With interest,” Gabumon added, stretching his arms and legs as the afterglow radiated within him.

“Well then,” Gomamon said, “since you have some interest to pay back, how about you do it again?”

Gabumon blinked. “So soon?”

Gomamon blushed. “Yeah…”

Without another word, Gabumon picked up Gomamon and lay him on his back, exposing his once again hard seal-prick. He smiled and went down on him without any hesitation. “Oh wow,” Gomamon breathed as he felt Gabumon’s warm mouth surround him. “This feels amazing!”

Gabumon pulled off for a second and just stroked him lightly, looking into his eyes, knowing that he was cruelly teasing the little Digimon. He smirked as Gomamon squirmed and whimpered and decided that he’d have a bit of fun teasing him before he let him get off.

He slowly gave Gomamon a long lick along the underside of his twitching prick, lightly flicking his tongue along his slit. Gomamon growled in frustration, wanting to get off faster. Gabumon just smiled and continued his ministrations, gently licking and sucking on his little friend’s member. Gomamon tried to hump into Gabumon’s mouth, but he pressed down on his hips, keeping him in place, smiling around the mouthful of digi-cock.

Gabumon slowly began to move up and down on Gomamon’s prick, easily engulfing all of it. Gomamon thought the warmth and wetness of his mouth was so much nicer than his paw had been, and just the thought of being inside someone else’s mouth was enough to escalate his arousal to a fever pitch. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the jolts of pleasure rippling through his body, causing him to jerk and jump in response to Gabumon’s mouth and tongue.

As he sucked, Gabumon reached up and began to gently drag his fingers across Gomamon’s furry tummy, slightly tickling him. Gomamon flexed his body in sympathy to the tickle, feeling that same feeling as before beginning to build in him. The tingle began to move all through his body towards his little seal-prick, beginning to focus into a smaller and more intense point of pleasure than last time. “Oh, oh,” he grunted, “oh yesssss!”

Gabumon sensed his impending orgasm and pulled off his dick immediately and began to stroke Gomamon’s belly and ribs. “Why’d you do that?!” he demanded frustratedly through clenched teeth. “I’m so close!”

Gabumon merely stroked his mohawk, said, “Patience,” and gave him a little kiss on the forehead.

“Rrrrgh,” Gomamon groaned as that feeling got away from him and went back to that general sexual tickle. When Gabumon thought he was ready for some more fun, he want back to taking his full length into his mouth, except this time at a much quicker pace. Gomamon’s cock was pounding into his mouth, ramming against his tongue and throat roughly.

“Yyyyyeah,” Gomamon sighed as he felt that feeling beginning to build again. “Keep it up, just like that.” He put his paws on either side of Gabumon’s head and began humping into his mouth in time with his strokes.

Gabumon could feel his friend’s prick begin to twitch in anticipation of his orgasm, and suddenly stopped his strokes, Gomamon’s dick just at his lips. Gomamon tried to force his head down to keep going, but he was firmly braced against the ground and his mouth didn’t slide even a fraction of an inch over his cock. He gave Gomamon a very quick stroke up and down, causing him to writhe as he very nearly came.

Gomamon let out a strangled cry as a stream of precum began to leak from his dick. His buried balls ached, needing release. Gabumon gave him another quick stroke, and his dick pulsed, trying to cum, but the tingle just wasn’t quite there yet.

He kept up his torture for another minute or two, until he felt that Gomamon would explode if he didn’t get to cum soon. He slurped his friend’s prick back into his mouth and began sucking again at full speed, his lips and tongue sliding all over Gomamon’s twitching erection. Gomamon began humping desperately into Gabumon’s face again.

The feeling began to grow again, but this time it felt like there was a whole lot more tingliness building up in him. His head swam giddily as he felt that intense pleasure build and build right at the base of his cock and he grunted with each breath, losing himself in that amazing pre-orgasmic feeling. “So…close…” he panted.

Gabumon kept him hanging for just a second as he felt Gomamon’s dick twitch rapidly in his mouth, then sent him careening over of the edge into orgasmic oblivion. Gomamon cried out, his voice hoarsely catching in his throat, his hips bucking clumsily into Gabumon’s face, his boiling balls contracting almost painfully, his heart thumping in his chest like a jackhammer, as he starting shooting a large load of his sweet cum down Gabumon’s throat.

As he continued to buck, his dick slipped out of Gabumon’s mouth and he shot several ribbons of cum across Gabumon’s face. Finally, he collapsed onto his back and stretched out, reveling in the afterglow of the best feeling he’d ever had. Gabumon just rubbed his ribs and belly, helping him to relax on the cold stone floor.

Gomamon opened his eyes and looked at Gabumon and smirked. “I got you.”

“I guess that can be your attack along with Marching Fishes,” Gabumon joked, blushing.

Gomamon laughed and patted the floor next to him and Gabumon lay down. “Thank you. For everything today.” He hugged Gabumon tightly. “I never really felt like I had a close friend like this before. You were always closer with Agumon and Veemon. The only time we ever really spent a lot of time together was that time at Digitamamon’s diner, and that wasn' exactly a holiday.”

“I’m sorry,” Gabumon apologized. “I should’ve been a better friend to you before now.”

“Better late than never,” he quipped. “Here, let me clean you up a bit.” He slowly licked his own cum of Gabumon’s fur, enjoying the taste. Gabumon just closed his eyes as he felt Gomamon’s tongue gently caress his fur. “There, all done.”

Gabumon blushed again. “Thanks.”

Gomamon got up into his arms again and sighed, laying his head on Gabumon’s shoulder. “Do you really think they’ll find us?”

“I know they will. If you were out there, would you stop until you found them?” Gomamon shook his head. “Exactly. They won’t stop either. We have nothing to worry about. So all we need to do now is just wait here for them to get us.”

“Mmmm,” Gomamon murmured sleepily, nuzzling into Gabumon’s warm chest. “Can we sleep like this?” he asked, his eyes already closed.

“Yeah,” Gabumon sighed, wrapping his arms around his friend, hugging him. “I’d like that a lot. Let’s go to sleep and see what tomorrow brings.” But Gomamon was already asleep, snoring gently, his lips curved into his usual smirk. He’s so cute, he thought with a smile on his face, gently tracing one of the purple markings on his face, feeling his soft fur.

He got up and moved closer to the fire, moving slowly to avoid waking his friend. His stomach rumbled a little. And I ate at lunch time. He must be starving. I’ll go find him something. With that, he gently set him down on the floor, rubbed his head for a second and turned to go. “Don’t go anywhere,” he whispered. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

He put another gnarled piece of wood he had gathered on the fire and ventured off into the cave to see if he could find anything for them to eat, or even a way out.

There you have it. Like last time, sincerest apologies to anyone who liked my previous stories and expected another one quickly. I had a bunch of ideas, but then I kind of hit a wall and was like, “Well, that’d make a nice fanfic, but this is supposed to be a lemon, dummy! Where’s the sex?” So I scrapped them and started over again. I did that 3 times. Oops…

Since I finished this on the 20^th, I’ve actually gone through and made significant modifications. I figured that if I had a few extra days to submit it for the next update, I should take advantage of them to make it better. One such modification was a radical expansion to the lemon scene, which I expanded from two paragraphs to nearly five pages. I get carried away. Well, I hope you liked it anyway! ^_^

While I make no promises, I’m fairly sure I know where I want the next one to go. Hopefully I should be able to complete it in the next few weeks.

Well, that’s it from me. If you liked the story or you have something to say about it, contact me via the Digiartists’ Domain forum and let me know what you thought. I’d love to hear from you!

Take care everyone,

~senjuro

March 23, 2006