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Confessed Love
Story by: Kujaku Silverdragon
Pairing: Ken Ichijouji/Daisuke Motomiya
This Story Includes: Yaoi, Lemon, PWP, Semi-exhibitionism, humor
Characters Taken From: Digimon Season 2
*Disclaimer: No matter how much I would like to, I do not own Digimon or it's characters.

"NO HESITATION, NO DELAY! YOU COME ON JUST LIKE SPECIAL K!!!" Daisuke Motomiya sang at the top of his lungs as he leapt around his small bedroom in a pair of red boxers and holding a hairbrush for a "microphone." He was listening to a very popular song by Placebo with the volume on his stereo cranked up to max. Daisuke, or "Davis," as he preferred to be called, was in a surprisingly good mood that morning as he pulled on a pair of grey khakis and a tight, black T-shirt.

"WOOHOO!" Davis screamed, picking up a neglected hockey stick that leaned against his closed closet door, starting to "play along" as the music came to a guitar solo.

When the song ended, Davis switched off his CD player and sauntered into the bathroom down the hall. He flipped on the light and studied his reflection. Hair in complete disarray, Davis picked up a hairbrush and quickly set it right. He then grabbed a large, (emphasis on LARGE), bottle of gel and spiked his hair up just the way he liked it. He stared at himself a bit longer and then, reaching down, found a tube of his sister Jun's mascara. Davis then promptly began applying some, bringing out his long, rather feminine eyelashes.

Finally, Davis stepped back. Admiring his boyish good looks in the mirror, he put on a questioning, yet sexy look and said, "Are you lookin' at me? Are you lookin' at me? Well, there's no one else here so you must be lookin' at me..." Davis glanced around the room, as if expecting to find someone else, and then turned back to the mirror. He bared his teeth at the glass, growled to the best of his ability and then, giggling, ran back to his room.

"Time to go..." he said to himself as he proceeded to put socks on. Then, thinking like a dirty young school boy, stripped down to just his T-shirt and then replaced his pants, this time with nothing but a smile underneath. "Hee... much better..." he thought to himself as he put on a pair of casual Converse and then left, grabbing his wallet on the way out the door.

Davis walked down to the nearest convenient store, which just so happened to be owned by his good friend Miyako "Yolei" Inoue's parents. As Davis walked in the sliding glass doors he was greeted by a smiling, violet haired girl with a pair of glasses fixed firmly to her nose. "Hi, Davis! What brings you here?" she asked.

"Nothin' much. Just came to buy some Pork Dumplings!" he grinned.

"Ah! Good timing! My mom just made a fresh batch. How many do you want?" she asked.

"Uh..." Davis thought a moment, "better make it six."

"SIX??!!" Yolei said with surprise as she walked over and retrieved the desired amount from a glass case full of steaming baked goods, "You're not going to eat six pork dumplings all by yourself are you?"

"Of course not!" Davis said a little indignantly.

"Then what are you going to do with all these?" Yolei asked, quite interested.

"They're not just for me!" Davis smiled mischievously as he paid Yolei and began walking towards the door.

"Who then!?" Yolei was getting impatient as she leaned out over the service counter.

"Bye Yolei!" Davis laughed, waving over his shoulder, leaving Yolei in a huff, curiosity boiling.

"Dumb boys..." she mumbled to herself as she picked up a broom to sweep the floor.

********

Davis walked casually down the loud, noisy street to the Tokyo station. There, he bought a ticket and snagged a ride on the number 26 bullet train to the not so nearby town of Tomachi. The reason for this trip: Davis was going over to his best friend Ken Ichijouji's house for the day. Everyone knew Davis, for some time now, had a good, hard crush on Ken. No, Davis was not homosexual by any means. There was just something about Ken that drove Davis crazy, and it was quite different than his old crush on Kari. Besides, Kari was going out with T.K so Davis knew he'd never stand a chance. The funny thing was, Ken was quite aware that Davis liked him, but no one knew for sure if Ken felt the same way in return.

When Davis exited the train, he took a left from the station and walked towards a large apartment complex. Davis hopped the stairs to the 6th floor and stopped in front of a door that had a large, blue nameplate attached to it. The plaque read 'Ichijouji' in flourished kanji. He was hesitant to knock at first. Davis had never been this nervous before. Finally, he made up his mind to forget his current mental turmoil and just knock. "Whap Whap!" Davis stood a few moments and finally he heard someone coming to the door. It opened and framed in the doorway stood a tall, lean, shoulder-length blue haired teen.

"Hey there Davis," he said with a gorgeous smile as he opened the door wider.

"Hey Ken, how's it goin'?" Davis returned the smile.

"Great, come in!" Ken stepped back, letting Davis walk through and into the front entryway. Davis and Ken were both the same age; 16 years old.

"I brought you a present!" Davis beamed as he removed his shoes. 'Oops... no socks...' he thought to himself.

"A present?" Ken looked surprised. He was wearing his favorite; tight black, flared-leg pants with a black tank top.

"Yeah, here you go," Davis handed Ken the grocery bag.

Ken peered inside, "Nice! Pork Dumplings! How'd you know that they were my favorite?"

"Oh... just a hunch I guess..." Davis shifted his gaze away from how hot Ken looked in his tight clothes and instead tried busying his eyes on the potted plant next to the front door.

"Thanks Davis!" Ken grinned and placed the bag on the countertop in his kitchen.

"I thought we could share them later!" Davis called.

"Sounds good to me," Ken answered as he walked out of the kitchen and back towards Davis, who couldn't help noticing the way Ken's somewhat curvy hips moved as he walked. "Come on," Ken put a hand on his shoulder, the touch almost making Davis shiver, "let's go to my room. I want you to see the cool remodeling job my dad and I did." Ken turned and walked down the hall to his bedroom, Davis obediently following, trying in vain not to stare at Ken's
backside.

Once inside, Davis could definitely see the difference. A whole twenty feet had been added to the floor space. Ken's bed was still the same but the computer had been moved underneath of it, along with his table. Where Ken's computer used to reside, there was now, to Davis's surprise, a small bar with a long counter, complete with four stools and a mini fridge. Davis could also see on the wall a neon sign that read "Only in Las Vegas" in rolling cursive. The light it emitted was soft and warm.
"So what do you think?" Ken asked.

"This is great!" Davis walked over to the little bar and seated himself on a stool, unable to resist his urge to spin.

"My dad put this in for me to help me entertain guests," Ken said, watching Davis with a gleeful eye, "but I told him that I was under age... so you won't get much more here than Coca Cola and Ramine." He laughed when Davis finally stopped spinning and nearly fell off his perch, "He hooked up the T.V on the wall also, so I could watch it from my bed," he added.

"I wish my room could look like this..." Davis said, awe in his voice.

"Maybe we can talk your dad into rigging something up for you, too!" Ken grinned. "Maybe..." Davis said.

"Hey, there's something else that I wouldn't mind showing you," Ken said, walking over to his computer and sitting.

"What is it?" Davis followed, finally tearing himself away from the spinning barstool.

"It's a new computer program that I just installed," Ken flipped the switch to turn the Mac on. Suddenly, as the start-up began running, a small square in the middle of the screen lit up and a picture, obviously taken with a digital camera, of Ken, shirtless and with pants unbuttoned, laying on a couch came up, saying in a sultry voice, "You sure are good at turning me on..." It disappeared but unfortunately before Ken could cover it up.
"Oh... I uhh... sorry about that... uhh, I forgot I had that on there... heh." Ken stammered, blushing.

Davis was all but stunned. He couldn't say a word. Davis glanced at Ken; the glow of the computer screen reflecting its light off of Ken's beautifully featured face, causing his deep blue eyes and full pouting lips to stand out even more. Davis felt an obvious stirring between his legs and quickly looked away

"Here it is," Ken said, opening up a file, "This is a song mixer. I can take any songs that I have on file in my computer, rearrange and play with them to get them just the way I want. You can create millions of different varieties. Here, listen to this one..." Ken played a remix that sounded an awful lot like "Hikari" by Utada Hikaru. Then he played Davis his own rendition of "Enjoy the Silence" by Depeche Mode.

"Wow!" Davis exclaimed, "this is awesome!"

"Isn't it?" Ken agreed, "Just think of all the possibilities..." Ken and Davis listened to a few more remixes, some of which were Nine Inch Nails, The Cure, and Nobuo Uematsu, before Ken shut down his computer and flipped off the lights.

This made Davis a bit nervous. "Umm... Ken? What... what's up?" he said slowly.

"I thought we could watch a movie," Ken said, "I just bought this really great Anime and wanted to see it with you." He slipped the disk into his DVD player. "Uhh... sure!" Davis agreed.

Ken grabbed the remote and, to Davis's notice, climbed up the ladder and into his loft. He looked down at Davis, "Aren't you coming?"

"Huh?" Davis was taken aback, "in your... bed?"

"Of course! This is the best place to see the T.V from. I wasn't expecting you to sit on the floor!" Ken said with a smile.

"Alright," Davis slowly climbed up the ladder and sat uncertainly at the end of the bed.

Ken slid over and rested his back against the wall, "Come here," he placed his hand on the empty spot beside him, "come sit over here. You get the best view..." Ken smiled, Davis thinking that he could see a hint of darkness in Ken's eyes.

"Oh... Ok," Davis slid back and leaned against the wall next to Ken. Davis was so nervous by now, he figured Ken could feel the "freaky vibe" emanating from his body.

The Anime that Ken wanted Davis to see was "/Spirited Away/." Davis immediately warmed to it because he liked the idea of spirits and smelly blobs of goo. It was a favorite movie for the both of them. Even though parts were rather sad and Davis almost cried, the two of them enjoyed it very much.

When the footage ended, Ken reached over, picked up his remote and turned off the console. "Great movie, huh?" he turned to Davis.

"Yeah! I would definitely give that movie two thumbs up!" he grinned.

Ken sighed and lay down on the pillows, arms behind his head. He looked at Davis, hips curved rather seductively to the side, "What would you like to do?" Davis knew exactly what it was that he wanted, just not how to go about it...

"Well..." Davis lay back on the pillows too. As he put his arms behind his head, like Kens', he accidentally moved a little too close to the edge of the bed and fell, at least six feet, to the floor below. "WOOOOOAAAAAHHH! OOOFF!"

"Davis!" Ken leapt to the side of the loft, peering over the edge, "are you ok?"

"Ahhhh... ohhhhh...." Davis groaned as he painfully rolled over, "If you mean... ahhh... is anything broken..." he slowly pulled himself into a sitting position, "well... no." he winced.

Ken was quickly down to the floor and at the dark boy's side, "Here," he put his arm around Davis's shoulders, "come sit over here."

Davis looked up at Ken with gratitude in his eyes, "Thanks," he said quietly.

"Don't worry, it was nothing," Ken smiled down at Davis as he helped him over to a stool.

Davis sat down slowly, breathed a quivering sigh and placed his head in his hands. Ken wasn't sure, but it seemed that Davis was on the verge of tears. "Davis..?" Ken said softly.

Davis couldn't bring himself to look into the blue haired boy's face. He felt utterly defeated at the fact that he had made a complete fool of himself and blown his chance with Ken all in one go. He ran a hand up and under his shirt, gingerly touching the dark bruise that he knew was there. Suddenly, Davis looked up into Ken's eyes. He saw a look of deep hurt, and Ken knew it wasn't just from the fall.

"K... Ken..." Davis's voice shook noticeably, "Ken... if you only knew..." his lips trembled, "if you only knew... how long I've wanted to tell you... that... I," Davis almost cried. He put his head in his hands again, heaving another defeated sigh, knowing that he still couldn't say what he was really feeling. Ken closed his eyes for a moment, tilted his head back as if to stare at the ceiling and whispered, just loud enough, "Davis..."

Ken reached out a hand and, to Davis's sheer surprise, slid the hand up under the brunet boy's shirt, placing it, cooling and comforting, to the nasty bruise on Davis's chest. "Davis..." he said again, looking at him. Davis slowly lifted his head, lips quivering slightly, and gazed up into Ken's eyes. Ken reached out with his free hand and softly touched it to the brunet boy's cheek, "I know... you don't have to say it. I feel that way about you too..." he smiled down at him.

"Ken..." Davis whispered, a smile, too, uncurling itself from his lips. He reached out a tentative hand, and after feeling no sign of rejection, placed it on Ken's hip, pulling him gently forward.
Ken moved his hands and cupped Davis's face gently. He tilted the dark boy's face upwards and then, leaning down slightly, pressed his lips to his. Davis encircled his left arm around the blue haired boy's lower back, bringing him closer still. It felt new and different holding a boy, not a girl, in his arms. Ken sighed within the depths of his chest as he broke the kiss. He ran his fingers softly through Davis's hair. "I've wanted to do that to you... for so long," Ken whispered, slowly easing his hands back up under Davis's black T, pulling and, someway or another, getting it up and over the dark boy's head. Embracing each other, Ken pressed his lean, supple body against Davis', feeling his nipples grow hard through his tight shirt. Suddenly, Ken drew back, pulling the tank top over his head and melting back into the shadows where the light from the neon sign could not penetrate.

"Ken?" Davis stood, peering into the dark, trying to pinpoint exactly where Ken had disappeared. Quietly, a soft voice called out to him through the gloom, "Davis..." his skin prickled. Davis slowly walked from the bar and into the middle of the room, body ready for anything. "Ken?" Davis called again.

"Davis..." the voice came, this time from somewhere in front of him.

As Davis walked a few more steps into the darkness, he suddenly felt two warm hands encompass his chest. "Ken," Davis sighed as he stepped closer, the hands becoming two arms that wrapped around his waist, holding him close. Davis felt Ken's face in his neck, felt Ken's quivering breath in his ear as he whispered, "Do you want this... as much as I do..?" He moved his hand along Davis's hips, long fingers tenderly tracing the semi-curly hair of the dark boy's trail above what lay beneath the clasp of his pants, causing Davis to almost cry out, "Y... yes!" He buried his face in Ken's neck, breathing in the scent of his skin, no longer able to hold back his hot erection.

Then, to Davis's surprise, Ken brought both hands up and softly pushed him back. "You don't really want to do it here, do you..?" he asked almost playfully.

"Heh... guess not," Davis smiled in the dark.

"Alright," Ken said, turned around, creeping with all the grace of a jungle cat up the ladder to his loft and leapt from the top of it onto the bed. He propped himself up with pillows, laid back, spread his long legs enough for Davis to sit between them and called softly, "I'm waiting for you..."

Davis took this as his queue, climbed up the ladder, and sat on his knees at the end of the bed, still not quite believing that all of this was actually happening. Ken smiled his dark, compelling smile and placed his hands between his legs, "Come here..." Davis chuckled quietly as he came forward on all fours and placed his hips squarely to Ken's. He reached out with his lips in the dark to find the blue haired boys' and then locked with him into a lovers' embrace. He pulled at them, sweet and delicious, tasting them and feeling them swell under his treatment. Soon Davis placed his warm mouth to Ken's skin and started to kiss, lick, bite and suck his neck, shoulder and clavicle. Ken let out a heated gasp, pressing his rock hard erection firmly against him. Davis licked hard up and down Ken's neck, rewarded by Ken's pleased sighs, "Aaahhhh..."

Davis chuckled once again, this time from the depths of the hollow of Ken's neck, "Just how bad do you want this Ken?"

In lustful answer, Ken whispered huskily, "Badly..." and reaching up, brought Davis's lips once again to his. The pair kissed one another passionately, bodies pressed tightly together, tasting each others' breath.

Davis broke the kiss, gently pulling at Ken's full lips. As Davis stroked a hand down the pale boy's warm and trembling stomach, Ken said something like, "I want to know just what you can do to me..." Davis knew, and could undeniably feel Ken's insuppressible want. "Mmmm... don't worry... I'm just getting started..." Davis whispered erotically for effect in Ken's ear before leaning his head down and taking Ken's left nipple between his lips.

"Unnnhhh..." Ken trembled audibly as he felt Davis's probing tongue against the tautness. Davis nipped it gently as Ken's breath quickened. He craned his chest upwards, pressing his nipple hard against Davis's teeth, wanting the full and complete pleasure from it. Davis gave Ken one last, hard suck, picking the skin up from his chest and then letting it pop, glistening and wet from his mouth with a sigh.

Davis slid his lower body onto the sheets and sat up, propping himself up on one arm, eyes moving from Ken's pleasure-wrought face to the intense hardness right below the waist of his tight, black pants. The more he thought about it, the more Davis desired to have it. "Davis..." his eyes flew to Ken's face, seeing the lust upon it, pleading, "Do...it..." he moaned. Davis needed no second bidding.

With his left hand, Davis reached over and gently unbuttoned the clasp of Ken's pants. Then, with trembling fingers and hearing quiet gasps from Ken, slid down the zipper, revealing what he had so wanted; long, hard and aching to be touched. Suddenly, Davis gasped, "Oh my god!"

"What is it?" Ken propped himself up on one elbow.

"It... it's so smooth..." Davis felt the unbelievably soft skin beneath Ken's navel.

"Yeah, I didn't think to tell you... I shave that," Ken said, letting his head fall back against the pillows.

"Wow," Davis caressed the little soft spot until Ken squirmed beneath his hand. The brunet smiled and then slowly leaned down. Davis hesitated a moment, his mouth a hairsbreadth away from the tip of Ken's pulsing sex, readying himself for what he was about to do. "D... don... don't stop..." Ken breathed.

As Davis gazed, the head of it glistening with Ken's arousal, he felt himself want it just as badly as the blue haired boy did. Davis finally bent down and wrapped his lips around it, tasting what he desired so strongly. He moved his tongue over the opening at its tip, almost greedily lapping up what juices he could get as Ken gasped and arched his back out of the intense pleasure. Then, Davis moved down the shaft, mouth wanting to devour all it could as he sucked hard and eagerly, knowing that what he himself liked was always a good place to start.

"Ohhh... Davis..." Ken moaned, placing a hand on the dark boy's head. Ken's quick, breathing gasps urging Davis on, he tantalized with long, even strokes, causing Ken to moan louder, "Uhhh... hunnh..." Ken felt his hips slowly beginning to thrust in his need as he intertwined trembling fingers in Davis's hair. With one final pull, Ken climaxed. "Oh... Oh... GOD!" Ken wailed as his hot cum gushed itself into the dark boy's waiting mouth. Instead of pulling off, Davis drank up Ken's sweet juices and then finally slid his lips off, slowly, as if he really didn't want to stop so soon.

Davis sat up. Ken, with both eyes closed, was breathing hard. "Oh... my...god..." he gasped as he tried to regulate his breathing.

"I... I never thought that I would... love pleasing you so much..." Davis said softly and then, being much the exhibitionist, reached down and carefully unbuttoned the clasp of his pants. He eased the zipper down and slowly began stroking his throbbing erection. At the sound of Davis gasping slightly, Ken opened his eyes. The sight of Davis masturbating in front of him was way too much for him to stand. He sat up and pushed Davis's hand away, placing his own around it. Davis started to speak but Ken silenced him as he, with the other hand, pushed Davis back onto the bed. "Shuttup..." he said erotically and then, bending down, licked the clear, decadent liquid from the tip of the brunet's thick cock. "Unnh..." Davis gasped quietly, closing his eyes with pleasure.

With one hand on Davis's shoulder and the other around his sex, Ken moved it up and down, quickly but gently. "Holy..." Davis moaned. Ken, taking this as an opportunity to continue, tilted his head down and, with his right hand still around the dark boy's cock, placed his lips over the head, sucking hard and strong.

"Please... unnh..!" Davis arched his back and thrust his hips forward as Ken moved his mouth in time with his hand.
"H...harder..." Davis gasped, "h... ha... harderrr..!" he strained. "I... I... I'm going to..!" Ken almost smiled. "Ahhh! Uhhnnnnhh!" Davis cried out, reaching up a hand and in sexual stimulus dug his fingers hard into Ken's shoulder. This startled Ken and he accidentally pulled off, just as Davis shot his hot pleasure all over him.

Davis, breathing hard, looked up at Ken, not knowing why the pale boy would pull off too soon. Ken licked his lips, loving the taste of the dark boys' cum, when he had an idea. As Davis's sex slowly relaxed, Ken sat right atop his lap, legs spread apart, straddling his hips. "You made the mess, Davis... Now do something about it..." Ken leaned down and kissed Davis full on the mouth, allowing Davis to savor his own pleasure upon him, which drove him wild, having decided that he had a serious taste for it. He moved, involuntarily, to Ken's neck, lapping up his own sweet juice. "Mmmm..." Davis made a contented sound deep in his throat as he put his hands on Ken's hips and moved to the cum on his upper torso.

"Get it all..." Ken whispered huskily in the brunet's ear as he drank his own pleasure off the blue haired boy's chest. When Davis's tongue traced Ken's nipples, he sucked in his breath, feeling his erection quickly return.

"Oh... you like that, do you..." Davis moved a free hand to wrap it around Ken's once again aching cock and gently squeezed the tip of it.

"No... n... no please..! Uhhh..!" Ken bucked his hips upwards, wanting the dark boy to touch him, yes, but not wanting to make an insane mess all over Davis and his bed.

"Mmmm... so so soft..." Davis crooned as he stroked Ken's wet cock.

"Hunnnh!" Ken quavered, unable to do a thing.

"Shhhh..." Davis soothed him, suckling his nipple once more.

"Nu... nuh... nuhh!" Ken cried out as he came again, loosing his passions into Davis's cupped and ready hand. Davis let go of the blue haired boy's nipple and carefully brought his hand to his lips, not spilling a drop. He then slowly let it trickle into his open mouth, swallowing greedily, wanting to get all he could. He licked the last bit from his hand and then let it fall to his side. "I... love the way you taste..." Davis whispered, swallowed for a final time, moved his tongue over his lips and sighed.

Ken lay utterly breathless, his body almost unable to move. The pale boy looked down into the dark one's half closed eyes and said, "Thank you..." Both spent, Ken slowly rolled off Davis and lay by his side. "Any time..." Davis whispered back as he nestled next to his new lover and promptly fell asleep.

********

"Hmm... mm... huh?" Davis slowly awoke, rolled over and gazed into Ken's face. He was sleeping peacefully. "Ken? Hey Ken... wake up," Davis gently shook him.

"Hmm? Oh... hi Davis," Ken smiled serenely up at him.

"Do you know how long we've been asleep for?" Davis asked, refastening his pants, for he had been too tired to do it earlier.
Ken zipped and buttoned his pants, then sat up. "I'm not sure, let me check," Ken crawled past Davis, but not fast enough before his lover could land a swift slap on his ass. "Thanks, I needed that," Ken grinned over his shoulder and climbed down to the floor to switch on a light.

"Oh great! Its 5 o'clock!" Ken looked up at Davis with urgency.

"Shit..." Davis leapt down from the bed and grabbed his shirt, "I have to be home in 15 minutes..." He pulled his shirt on over his head.

"C'mon," Ken opened his bedroom door and walked into the bathroom, Davis following behind.

"Here, you should brush your hair, you look like a wreck!" Ken teased, handing Davis a comb.

"Ha ha, very funny..." Davis said sarcastically as he put his hair back in place. As he was doing this, Ken came up behind him, wrapped his arms around the dark boy's waist, and put his hands up under Davis's shirt and onto his chest.

"Hmmm..." Ken murmured as he held him close, "amazing, isn't it Davis?" Ken said in his ear.

"What is?" Davis said, putting the comb back on the counter and placing his hands up over Ken's.

"That we actually did what we did..." Ken closed his eyes, smiling as he open-mouth kissed the back of the brunet's neck.

"I should go..." Davis said, knowing that if he didn't now, he never would.

Davis walked over to the entryway and slipped his shoes on. Ken leaned on the wall, arms folded over his bare chest, watching him. As he was about to open the door for his lover, Davis grabbed Ken's wrists, drew him close, and kissed his lips gently, allowing himself to taste them once more.

"Ken," Davis whispered, resting his cheek against the pale boys', "will I see you..?"

Ken leaned his forehead on Davis's and, looking into his eyes, said, "Of course, your house, tomorrow, same time." He kissed Davis softly.

"Right," Davis stepped back. Ken opened the door and Davis sauntered out. He looked over his shoulder, grinned, and said,
"See ya... sexy."

"You know it... babe." Ken grinned back.

With that, Davis turned and left. Ken shut the door slowly behind him. He leaned against it, looked up at the ceiling and let out a long trembling sigh, after which Ken returned to his room. He suddenly came rushing out and into the kitchen where he grabbed the now cold bag of Pork Dumplings that Davis had brought earlier. "Better not let these go to waste..." he said to himself as he took them to enjoy within the darkness of his now lonely room

END