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 The heart of a kink meme. Comment your prompts below. Remember the rules!
1. This kink meme is specifically for prompts involving Daisuke Motomiya and Ken Ichijouji from Digimon Adventure 02/tri/last evolution kizuna. Any prompt is welcome. That means more platonic gen stuff, romantic ship stuff, or even just one of them in a situation.
2. All Posts, Prompts, Fills, Comments should be anonymous. You can link to your ao3, and are encouraged to, but on this page we are anon all day.
3. Please no character bashing, kinkshaming or hijacking. If a prompt inspires you to add on something, make another prompt post.
4. Warn for spoilers (in case of Kizuna/Colon) and triggering content. A list of common warnings and triggers can be found here


IN YOUR SUBJECT LINE PLEASE INCLUDE
(gen) if you're looking for a more platonic angle
(Any Triggers) in your prompts
Some examples
- (gen) Daisuke and Ken play soccer
- (non-con) Daisuke tries to help Ken with nightmares about the Dark Ocean

Feel free to be as general or as detailed as possible in the comment itself! Maybe you have a whole plot bunny you want to give away.

Fills should be threaded comments directly onto their prompts. Multiple fills are wonderful! If there are multiple parts keep adding to the thread, like this:

-I want to see Ken turned into a catboy (prompt)
  - MEOW (fill 1)
      -hiSS (fill 1 part 2)
  - MEOW but angsty (fill 2)

ANY kind of fill - fic, art, fan vid, whatever - is good.

One prompt per comment! Just keeps it organized. If you have multiple similar prompts post them all! It's okay!

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FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 3/?)

[(Anonymous)]

“-suke? Daisuke?” Ken’s pretty voice sounded more worried, more scared than he ever should, and Daisuke felt his shoulder shake from the warm touch of what could only be Ken’s hand to it, gently, always so gently, rousing him from the jilted sleep he’d been in.
He blinked open his eyes to see Ken chewing his lip as he rested on one elbow, piled up in the detritus of Ken’s bedding.
“G’morning?”
“Good morning? Daisuke, I don’t remember you staying the night.” Ken pouted and his puffy mussed lips looked even more appetizing - Daisuke shivered, the vision of Ken’s lips being so violated in the night still fresh.
“I - uh - I had a nightmare.”
Ken’s brows furrowed, the angle making sharp lines over his soft eyes. “You did? Are you okay?”
He didn’t know how to answer that. He was in one piece and Ken was next to him and didn’t look hurt but that didn’t make it go away. Didn’t make the images stop flashing across his eyes every time he blinked. Didn’t stop him from thinking about how vulnerable Ken had been, how an inkling in the back of his head kept him returning to the thought, they weren’t just dreams. They weren’t just his.
So instead of answering, he pulled Ken back down next to him, buried his face in the bared skin of his clavicle where his pajama top always rode down a bit, tantalizing him every night they slept over. His legs hooked under Ken’s knees, and he realized that he was just wearing the boxers he’d gone to sleep in last night, only Ken’s pristine clothes he swam in anyway keeping them apart. He laid there, just breathing him in, trying to hold in the hot tears threatening to spill from him, trying not to think about the taunting terrible things that shadow had said to Ken.
Ken hesitantly slid his hands up to return his clinging hug, finding and carding through his hair to pull at the knots and massage his scalp. “You don’t have to talk about it.”
The unsaid words you know I don’t hung between them, twinkling like fairy lights.
“But if you want to - I’m here for you.”
Daisuke had no idea how to begin to start. How was he supposed to ask Ken...if he’d dreamt the same thing? That was - insane, wild, but then again wasn’t jogress?
And he obviously didn’t want to talk about them in the first place. Daisuke didn’t want to bring up things that would only hurt Ken, only remind him. As bad as things felt for Daisuke they must be ten times worse for Ken, who had to actually - go through, feel it completely.
As completely as a dream could feel.
He stomped down his fears and worries, the bile receding back down his throat as he pulled back enough to lie face-to-face with Ken, the worry pouring out of him so much he didn’t even need their bond to feel it.
“I’m okay now. That I’m here. Sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t want to - “ Wake him up? That wasn’t entirely true. If Daisuke could have pulled Ken out of that nightmare by waking him up he absolutely would have.
If he could have done anything to stop that nightmare he would have. Why had he been so - helpless? Why couldn’t he reach Ken, save him? He was supposed to save him.
“It’s alright.” Ken’s sharp cheeks tinged pink. “I don’t mind. I like when you’re...here. I sleep better.”
“Well...I’ll start here tonight, at least.” Daisuke attempted a chuckle but not even he could make it convincing. “We’re...we’re still on for our sleepover, yeah?”
“Of course.”
He breathed a sigh of relief, still convinced Ken would stop wanting to have sleepovers with him eventually, even though he hadn’t for years, continuing to smile and say yes to every invite, ask himself for Daisuke to come to his place.
It would be better. They could fall asleep together, curled up in Ken’s loft just the two of them.
“I’ll see you after school?”
“Yeah!”
He went through the day buoyed by the knowledge he got to see Ken and hang out with him for two whole uninterrupted days after this, but he kept getting distracted. The shadows of his school building seemed more sinister, and whenever he had a moment of peace it shattered against the window of his thoughts returning to what happened to Ken when he was asleep.
He skipped his last class, needing to get to the gates of Ken’s school and spend as much time as physically possible with him, keep him close and safe and make sure nothing and no one hurt him anymore.
He clung to the crook of Ken’s elbow on the walk home, earning them quite a few stares but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was being here, with Ken, getting to touch him and know that - that - nothing else had. Not out here.
“Let’s fall asleep while Jogressed.” He knew he was grasping at straws at this point, but maybe if he was closer, he could protect Ken, keep him safe from what he had convinced himself over the day was absolutely what Ken dreamed about, what he didn’t dare utter even to him in the dark of the night when it was just the two of them.
Ken didn’t even question his strange request, just let them meld into each other as light shone around them in his bedroom, Paildramon barely stuffing themselves under the loft and taking up most of the room, spine curling as their tail swung around and surrounded them and he fell asleep to the intoxicating swell of Ken’s slowing heart and deep, even breaths, his calm sleepy emotions a groundswell inside of him.

He felt the shaking, the rattling of the van - how did he know it was a van? - blinked open his eyes to dozens of empty eyes and blank smiles, all staring hungrily down at him.
He’d failed them all. He deserved to be punished.
He - Oikawa - stood up from his crouch in the back, hiding among the crowd, looming over him as he stroked the top of his head.
“You’re a good little boy, aren’t you?” He pulled back, bringing a couple strands back with him as they fell and -
Daisuke flexed his arms, to swing, to fight, tied down by the scarf around Ken’s body, trapped in this, memory-dream-nightmare
“Now be a good boy.”
Oikawa undid his belt and Daisuke knew what came next, he knew by now what Ken dreamt, what he felt and carried around inside him, the nightmares he couldn’t even let Daisuke help him with.
He cried along with Ken as Oikawa revealed his cock, poking out of his fly, his hands guiding Ken’s lips to the head and forcing himself deep, choking Ken on the intrusion, too much too big too fast -
Daisuke felt it all this time, every tear in his throat as Oikawa pushed further and further down, the way Ken’s lips ached from being pulled taut and opened, every cry of Ken’s sadness and fear and - horrifyingly under it all - his arousal. He felt Ken’s body react to the stimulation, beg to be touched itself, feeling dirty and used and too broken to be anything but this, a plaything for the darkness, never a good partner.
Oikawa’s seed poured into his mouth and he spit and spluttered, he didn’t want it inside him, didn’t want the darkness to scoop up any more of himself and replace it, but Oikawa simply pushed his softening cock, still so much bigger than him, down, down, until he had to swallow or choke completely and he did, he did, Daisuke please help me
Daisuke couldn’t stop it, but he reached out for Ken through their bond, cupped his soul in his hands and whispered sweet nothings to it, trying to convey how much he mattered, trying to comfort as best he could through the horror Ken was - reliving? He would have at least told him if this had really happened, right? - but Daisuke didn’t know that anymore.
He held on, not caring about that right now, only trying to comfort Ken through it, as they wracked themselves in nightmares.

Re: FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 3/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh
No words only perfection so fucking good ilu

Re: FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 3/?)

[(Anonymous)]

aahhhh the cuddling at the beginning is so soft and angsty.... and then falling asleep while jogressed, hell yeah! i lol'd at the image of paildramon stuffing themself under the loft, lmao!!!! and then they're in the VAN and daisuke is actually experiencing it through ken's body together with ken and that makes it all the more chilling! the van scene is just really well done, i had my evil oikawa smirk on the whole time. thanks 4 the food!

FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 4/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Daisuke gasped as he came up from drowning in the darkness of Ken’s subconscious, instinctively reaching out and pressing himself close to Ken’s back. Ken’s labored breathing made it obvious he woke up too, at least, he wasn’t still trapped in there with Oikawa and -
And now Daisuke had to talk about it. He gulped and steeled himself, refusing to relinquish even an inch of his hold. “Did - did you have a nightmare?”
“Yes.”
“Me too.” Daisuke couldn’t hide from this anymore. “Was it...just a nightmare? Or...a memory?”
“Just a nightmare.” Ken covered his hands and squeezed, almost as if he was trying to comfort Daisuke now. “They’re not real. It’s okay.”
But they weren’t. Daisuke had always wanted to eradicate Ken’s nightmares, even before he became uncomfortably privy to their contents, and now he just wanted to destroy them more.
“Are you okay?” Ken half-turned towards Daisuke to look at him completely.
No. He wasn’t. “I’ve had...nightmares with you for three nights now.”
Ken stiffened, but put on a comforting smile. “With me?”
“I think...I think they’re the same nightmares.”
That made Ken turn away, staring off into the corner of the ceiling. “What do you mean?”
“I think I’m having *your* nightmares with you.”
“That’s crazy.” Ken’s face darkened more. “You didn’t - you weren’t even there the past two nights.”
“You probably just. Didn’t notice me.”
“Okay.” Ken shifted away from Daisuke, no longer touching him as much as possible, his legs shifting up and away and curling in on him. “Can we just. Forget it?”
“Forget it? Forget it?” How was he supposed to forget the horror and pain, the way those monsters touched and fondled his Ken?
How was he supposed to forget the glimpses of Ken’s psyche claiming he deserved it?
“Ken, you don’t - actually think that stuff, though, right?”
Ken curled up next to the railing, not even looking at him, and Daisuke dared himself to bridge the gap and touch Ken’s arm, needing to touch him somehow.
“You’re a great friend, an amazing partner.”
“Am I?” Ken finally said something back, at least not shrugging off Daisuke’s hand.
“Yes! Ken, you’re always here for me, helping me out and I just like hanging out with you, you’re cool and fun and - “ I love you.
“I’m...not sure about that. Can we please just - stop talking about this? Do something else?”
Fine. Fine. He could show Ken how wonderful and important he was.
But even as they hung out through the whole Saturday, Ken remained closed off, not even giving Daisuke a single one of his beautiful smiles and laughs, not even for his best jokes. He picked at the food Daisuke made, played games with him only half paying attention, barely spoke as Daisuke dragged him around the local shopping area in Tamachi for a bit of a walk.
“Do you wanna go to the digital world?”
Ken frowned once again at him. “Not really.”
“Come on! Let’s jogress!”
At that, Ken looked even more distraught, choking on his lungs. “I think...maybe we shouldn’t.”
Daisuke’s heart shattered. Ken basically always wanted to jogress, and he did too.
“Why?”
“I just...don’t think its a good idea. For tonight.”
Oh. Ken didn’t want him to see his nightmares anymore. But Daisuke did. Now that he knew. Now that he could, even if it hurt, even if it tore him apart inside, he had to be there and maybe, maybe help Ken.
Maybe if he went through enough he could figure out how to stop them.
“I want to help you, Ken.”
“...I don’t know.”
“Please. Please let me help you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Ken grabbed his hand, linking their fingers and staring at them. “It hurts you, doesn’t it? Seeing them. It’s okay. I’ve been having them for so long, I’m used to it, it’s not a big deal.”
“It is and I’m going to stop them!”
Ken looked up, cocking his head to the side with the first smile he made that day, even if it was far too sad for Daisuke’s liking. “I wish you could.”
In the end, Daisuke didn’t manage to convince Ken to jogress again, but at least he let him cuddle together in the loft, his hands roaming over every inch Ken let him, wanting to touch so much more and simultaneously feeling his stomach gurgle from the implications of that.
He would never touch Ken without his consent. But he thought about it. Oh he thought about how the rest of Ken’s body felt, how he would feel inside. He buried his heated face into the side of Ken’s head, his lips finding Ken’s ear and wanting, desperately, to touch and lick and taste.
He should sleep.
But that was so scary now. But he couldn’t leave Ken to fight this on his own.
He would find a way to help him fight.

Daisuke heard the crashing waves, stirring from his position draped onto half of Ken and protectively hovering over his chest, not even sure when he’d fallen asleep. He flicked his eyes open -
Except they weren’t in Ken’s bedroom. The sand shifted beneath them as he surveyed the world, deep grays and muted whites all turning his perception into slush.
There was no way this was real. But it felt different. The air smelled, the stench of salt and dead fish making him scrunch up his whole face at the assault, the sand susurussing in a light breeze that tickled his cheek.
“Ken?” He turned to see Ken staring up at the sky, his whole form tense like he was ready to bolt and yet trapped supine on the sand.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
Daisuke shifted himself to sitting on his knees, keeping one eye on Ken and the other looking around the edges of the beach. He couldn’t shake the intense shudders along his spine that they were being watched, the emptiness was a myth.
“I’m glad I am. I want to help you.”
Ken shook beneath him, his head thrashing from side to side. “No. You don’t belong here. You need to leave.”
“Not without you!”
“This isn’t like the other dreams!” Ken screamed, finally sitting up, hands flying to Daisuke’s face to hold him. “You want to protect me, I know, but I have to protect you. You don’t belong here. You have to leave.”
Daisuke covered Ken’s hands. “You don’t belong here either.”
“If that were true...” Ken looked off into the distance of the horizon, too calm and flat. “...I wouldn’t keep coming here, would I?”
Daisuke huffed, ready to argue his way into making sure Ken knew how great and important he was, but movement finally registered at his periphery.
Lots of movement.
The ground was no longer sand, but a writhing collection of overlapping tentacles, reaching out from the lapping waves towards them. One wrapped around Ken’s ankle and pulled so roughly he slipped out of Daisuke’s arms without warning.
He whipped around to get Ken back, but he had been snatched up, up into the air by his legs, the tentacle mass erupting from the sea foam as Ken’s shirt fell down from gravity.
His long, stick thin torso with his ribs almost visible fell on display, Daisuke reached up to try and pull him down and away from the monster, but one of the larger masses, the same size around as his entire torso, knocked the air out of his lungs as it swatted him away like a particularly annoying fly.
Ken’s breaths came in pants and fluttering moans as smaller, more dexterous appendages slid under his pants and up his legs. Daisuke saw the outline where they grabbed at his shins, finally filling the loose space of Ken’s oversized pajamas, and made another run to try and get Ken’s hands, pull him down and away and stop this.
“Please.” Ken locked eyes with him, at least before he got the wind knocked out of him again. “You don’t have to be here. You can leave.”
He wanted to shout at Ken, make him understand, he can leave too, but his words slipped away as he watched the tentacles work together to pull Ken’s pants and underwear down, pooling around his knees and he saw the tip of the corkscrews around his legs hook and keep them there, pulling his legs as far apart as they would go while trapped within the fabric.
A particularly shiny looking one threaded between his legs, fitting perfectly up against his groin and rubbing what Daisuke realized too late was some kind of gooey substance all over Ken.
Ken had given up on trying to convince him to leave, or maybe he simply couldn’t speak anymore, preoccupied with clenching his teeth and pursing his lips to try not to react to the unwanted touch. Even so, little desperate whimpers escaped out of his nose as his hips rocked in time with the pace the monster set, one of the smaller and more flexible tendrils wrapping around his erection as tightly as the others did around his legs.
Daisuke hadn’t seen all of it before, had only seen Ken being violated so nakedly from the back, and he had to look away from the sight of it. Maybe he should have left like Ken asked, he wasn’t helping at all and now he’d seen - things Ken would never have wanted him to. He collapsed onto his knees, burying his fingers in the soft sand.
He heard Ken’s gasping cry and involuntarily looked back up to see Ken’s face, flush with blood pumping through him, being penetrated by one of the smaller tentacles. He was hard, leaking out clear pre-cum that made Daisuke stiffen the slightest upon seeing, feeling helpless and disgusting for it.
A second joined the first, slipping inside with the aid of the obvious lubrication the creature was providing, and Ken’s hips undulated forward and back in the very limited range he could even move. Daisuke hated himself for every second he watched the tentacles snap inside and drag themselves out, in counterpoint to each other so Ken always remained stuffed full.
He had no idea how long it would last, how long he could handle seeing this and being utterly unable to do anything to help or stop it, his own impotence tearing him utterly in twain until he saw with perfect clarity Ken’s face shift as his eyes rolled back, watched in disgust with himself, with the nightmare, with the world, as cum spurted out of Ken.
He didn’t know how, but he was never going to let this happen to Ken again.

Re: FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 4/?)

[(Anonymous)]

aaaahhhh this keeps being amazing! loved ken's reaction to daisuke telling him he's been having the same dreams as him. "it's not a big deal" yeah right ken!!! only he thinks it is because he's been living it for so long UGH. and then "i wish you could" :(((
and they're finally conscious in the dream together, wahhh extra angsty... the atmosphere of the dreamscape/dark ocean is really good, the ground suddenly turning into tentacles??? horrific. and yes, i did enjoy the tentacles, thank you very much. so angsty & evil & delicious... *slurp*

Re: FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 4/?)

[(Anonymous)]

wheeeew i just caught up on this and the last installment and god you are so perfectly in your element with this fic. it’s so eerie and heartbreaking and disgusting and sexy, you’re just nailing this prompt better than anyone else ever could have, it’s incredible!! excited for what comes next and hoping that daisuke can really stop them 😭

FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 5/5)

[(Anonymous)]

Daisuke’s legs finally moved, and he windmilled them so hard he knocked his head into the ceiling, catching himself on the edge of Ken’s loft as he retched over the edge, nothing actually coming up. He focused back on Ken, still trapped down there, and shook his shoulders with probably too much force.
But he had to wake Ken up, now. After the fifth desperate shake Ken groaned in a way distinctively different from how he’d been while asleep, and Daisuke sank down against his chest, tears falling out of him and all over the front of Ken’s pajamas, gratefully, wonderfully still covering and on him.
Ken wrapped around him, shushed and comforted him, after what he’d just been through, and it made Daisuke shake and sob ever harder.
He was supposed to be stronger than this. He was supposed to be able to do anything, to keep going until miracles happened. But he just watched as the haunts from their past continued to come after Ken.
He’d never succeeded in protecting Ken at all.
“I’m okay.” Ken gripped his wrist with a light touch, guiding Daisuke’s hands down and across his side, urging him to feel, to ground himself in this reality.
Daisuke ate it up, not daring to dip under his clothes, needing Ken to have that barrier as much as himself, imprinting himself over Ken’s thighs and ribs and face.
“I’m sorry.” He swept some of Ken’s hair behind his ear, fingering the shell as he moved down and stopped at the side of his neck, holding tight. “I couldn’t - I couldn’t protect you.”
“You did out here.” Ken settled his hands on either side of Daisuke’s waist, pulling him close. “You’re the reason that place can’t pull me in where it actually matters.”
“But it - it all matters.” Daisuke wiped his face with the back of his hand, doing his best to break the wet tracks over it, trying to put as brave a face as Ken had on.
“I can handle it. Please. Don’t - don’t hurt yourself for my sake. I couldn’t bear that.”
Daisuke would run through eternal flames, would climb any mountain, chase any villain if it meant keeping Ken safe, no matter what would happen to him. He sat up, to give Ken space.
To give himself breathing room. Laying on top of Ken, touching him, it was simultaneously so close to everything he’d wanted for a long time and nauseating at the moment.
“I’m staying another night.” He declared instead of answering Ken’s statements.
Ken frowned up at him, lit by the sunrise through his curtains, and Daisuke’s heart twisted. “We have school tomorrow.”
“I can always pop through the gate in the morning.” He had to be here, had to try again.
Even if Ken didn’t want him to. He would persevere until he stopped this or until it completely ripped him apart.
Ken didn’t argue anymore. He seemed more chipper, despite how much worse last night’s dream had seemed to Daisuke, when Daisuke dropped it and didn’t prod any more of his own volition.
He even laughed during their soccer session when Daisuke tackled him to the grass and they rolled and tumbled together, getting stains all over the both of them.
Daisuke fiddled with his bag while Ken took his evening shower and bath, trying not to think about him naked in there, washing away the dirt and grime, coming out nice and clean, looking like the angel he was in a halo of steam.
Daisuke spent his own shower under cold water. It barely helped when Ken initiated after he climbed under his covers, his hand exploring around Daisuke’s chest, pressing over his heart before wandering around to bring their chests together, make them breathe the same air, their mouths achingly close.
“Thank you.” Ken didn’t bother explaining what he was thanking Daisuke for, always so cryptic.
Daisuke tried to sleep instead of thinking about devouring the lips in front of him, what Ken tasted like.
what Ken tasted like to the monsters in his head.

The sandstorm raged around them, and he felt his feet as they struggled to maintain their hold on the dunes below. He had to fight, to defeat this darkness, to keep Ken and the world safe.
It fell to the ground with a crash, and before it even exploded into data Daisuke was scanning for where Ken was in this dreamscape.
He spotted him, cheering with his arms waving in the air, so much smaller than normal, his hair shorter, everything shorter, and Daisuke realized he looked like he did when he was a kid.
Even before he’d met him.
Another kid, slightly older but still definitely an elementary schooler, stood beside him, pumping his fist and smiling down at Ken.
“We did it!”
“You’re amazing, Ryo-san!” Ken engulfed this Ryo guy’s middle in a tight hug, swinging around in the air as he turned in a circle, until their celebration came to a screeching halt.
The air suddenly filled with little black specks, radiating out from where the evil Digimon fell. Daisuke dove to the floor to avoid the wave, and stared at his gangly limbs, all blue with white claws at the tips of his fingers, flexing and tensing them in fascination.
He heard Ken’s scream, but he didn’t see what he expected, one of the specks embedding itself in his neck, instead the other boy was bent over him, his neck pulsing with black-red light as he doubled over.
“Ryo-san! Ryo-san! Ryo!” Ken reached his little hands up, trying to shake his shoulders, but Ryo didn’t see anything anymore.
His neck snapped up and then sideways, and Ryo’s eyes flashed with the same eerie red light before his mouth cracked in two, curling up at the corners in a wide smile.
“You failure,” Ryo spoke, and it didn’t sound like it had earlier. “Pathetic, worthless thing.”
Tears sprang at the corner of Ken’s eyes, and Daisuke laid prone, watching in horror as Ryo’s hands unbuckled Ken’s belt, pulling his pants clean off and forcing two gloved fingers into his mouth.
“You thought you could protect me? Be my partner?” Ryo continued on, shadows coalescing around him as the specks of darkness swirled and created a shape on top of them both. “You can’t even save yourself.”
He forced Ken’s thigh up, twisting his legs apart and sliding between them until his clothed groin pressed against Ken’s small body. He popped his fingers out of Ken’s mouth and trailed his soaked gloves down, down, popping the front of Ken’s shirt open along the way until he slipped that between his legs too.
“Please, Ryo. Don’t.” Ken’s begging fell on deaf ears, and his words fell into jumbled gasps.
Daisuke couldn’t see with the way Ryo bent over Ken, the swarm of the dark seed obscuring most of them, but he knew what was happening, what was making Ken’s tinny voice cry and sob and beg.
It was happening again and he wasn’t doing anything. He clenched his strange hands into fists, his legs springing under him, and he realized.
He was V-mon right now. Could he - could he fight like V-mon, too?
Only one way to find out. He charged the darkness, aiming his head directly at the midsection of Ryo. It knocked him back, and he stood back up, shaking it off.
Ryo was getting further. He could see his twisted arms hiking Ken’s hips up into his lap, his fingers disappearing along the edge he could see. Daisuke took another running headbutt.
This time, he nearly made it, inches from connecting solidly with the core of Ryo before being pushed away by the dark. He’d almost made it. He could do this.
Ken’s whimpers tore him apart even as they spurred him on, desperate to stop them.
“Please. Please stop. I - I lo - I love -“
“That is why you’re so pathetic.” Ryo shifted and Ken cried and Daisuke knew, he had pushed himself inside and he had to stop this now.
This time, the air around him glowed as he jumped into the fray, jumped through the shimmering iridescence and came out the other side taller, spryer, and he tackled Ryo off of Ken, disconnecting him as they crashed into the sand. He stood up, marveling at the gold plates on his long legs, his hands feeling alien as three claws bent and curled at his will.
Ryo sat up, pants undone in the front, his cock sickeningly covered in bits of wet red blood, and that was all Daisuke saw. He punched forward, determined to destroy the thing infesting Ken’s mind.
He landed another solid hit, bursting with gold as the darkness fell away and lifeless to the sand, the black bits smoothing into the storm.
“How - ?” Ryo spat out blood, and he needed more, needed him to bleed as much as he’d made Ken.
He hit him again, the red glow growing more frantic as Ryo skid along the sand like a rag-doll.
“How are you here? How are you doing this?”
“I won’t let you hurt Ken ever again!” Daisuke felt himself heat up, burning from the inside out as his body burst into a bright glow, so bright he couldn’t even see as the blast directed itself in the dark seed-infested Ryo’s direction, whiting everything out for seconds as the world toppled and turned and then righted itself.
The sandstorm was gone. The darkness was gone. There was just him, and Ken, in the now calm desert with a bright blue sky. He dragged himself next to Ken, his shirt open and naked from the waist down, picking him up as gently as possible in his large, gangly arms.
Ken blinked up at him, confusion giving way to recognition and joy. “D-daisuke?”
Daisuke nodded, cradling Ken close to his armored chest, filling with bubbles when Ken reached out and plastered himself to his warmth.
“I’ve got you. I promised, after all.”
“I’m sorry.” Ken moved back enough to look up into Daisuke’s face. “I should have believed you...”
Ken looked down before standing up on Daisuke’s hands, stretching to press a kiss to his helmet.
“I should have known you’d perform a miracle.”
The world shifted around in accordance with Daisuke sudden need to kiss Ken back, and he fell back into the sand with Ken straddling his chest. He was still bigger, in his current high school body, but at least he had lips he could collide with Ken’s, a tongue he could dip inside his mouth with.
He lost complete track of time, the world, the only thing left the way Ken felt against him, the way his saliva tasted, pangs of mint from his toothpaste that had him surfacing out of the dream and into Ken’s actual, physical bed, Ken’s actual, physical body on top of him now as he, too, groaned and blinked his eyes open.
Ken stared down at him, his eyes shining from the soft glow of his nightlight, and bridged the gap between their mouths once again, the feel of his velvet lips against Daisuke so much sharper out here.

Re: FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 5/5)

[(Anonymous)]

OOOH MY GOD HE KISSED BABY KEN!!! I AM FULFILLED

Re: FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 5/5)

[(Anonymous)]

HELLOOOOO i am feeling emotions right now.... first off, daisuke's despair at the beginning, good shit, i ate that up. the cuddling, the pining but not wanting to violate like another nightmare? marvelous.
the dream was really good, daisuke as v-mon!!!!!! and then MAGNAMON! miracle boy does it again! i lost my shit when they woke up and were STILL KISSING FJLAJFLAJLAAAAA