Silent Memory
By DigistarDBZ
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(A/N: Hoo boy. If you thought "Ofuro Ni Hairu" was intense in the
masturbation department, you ain't seen NOTHING yet. Since
Melanie's stories inspired this hot little number, I dedicate this
short fic to her. May all your stories be so hot, it burns,
Melanie-sama! )
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"M...ahhn...." He struggled to say the name of his lover, but that
same heat that caught his breath caught whatever words
he wanted to say.
"Please...!!"
His velvet white gloves ran their course up and down the equally
pale shaft, almost like the colors were melted together by the
intense heat that he felt. Arching his back from the soft covers
of his bed, his legs spread wider, not even caring about the lime
green trousers that were being stretched to their limits.
'I wish I didn't have to care about the world differences we are in
now...' he thought, sweat streaking from under his mask and
down his face. 'If only... If only....'
He gasped as another surge of pleasure shot through him like a
bullet. Everything that transpired the night before he left stuck
with him like a sick memory, yet one that was so intimate, so
passionate... just thinking about it would make him so hard, he
couldn't stand it.
That was where he was now.
Lamenting in the absence of his lover in the only way he could.
"Aa.... Aiya.... M...myahh....."
It felt like the surge had downgraded when he took one of his
hands away from his aching organ, but he had to feel other
places to get the full drive of his emotion back.
He remembered all the places he touched....
All the places he kissed...
Just the gentle velvet caress of his glove over his stomach was
like a lighting strike. He put his hand over his heart, feeling it
thump over and over again, each thump faster than the last. He
could feel his lungs push air frantically in and out with each stroke
that his other hand did to his lower reigons.
'So good... why can't _he_ be here, touching me like this?' his
subconscious lamented, drawing intense emotion in before
blowing it out into what felt like a balloon- if it got too large, it
would pop with a rather loud noise.
That's exactly what he wanted.
"M....My....Myohh....please...."
To expell all of this emotion and be done with it, but still have the
silent memories that remained.
"Ahnnn.........!!!"
He slipped his shoulder out of his opened shirt and jacket,
turning his head and breathing heavily onto it. He didn't care if it
made him sweat harder. It just made _other_ places harder....
"Ah....aaaaaaaa....!!!"
'Give me release...'
Nothing ever made him feel this good...
Except for the moments with his lover. Nothing could topple
those moments... not even just falling headfirst into his own
sexual fantasies.
"AHNNNNNN!!!!!!"
He arched back before spilling his lust into his hands, drenching
the perfect white gloves in an faint pastel yellow. In between his
frantic breaths, he chuckled as he watched the goo drip down his
fingers, some of it splattering onto his pants while most of it
covered his stomach.
"Ah, Myotismon...." Piedmon sighed as he slipped his sticky
gloves off of his hands. "Again, you amaze me with your
talents..."
*Owari*