Chapter 5: Bedtime for a Knight is after Making Love.
The afternoon rolled along everyone talking and laughing, food was shared and games played. At some point someone pulled out a regular deck of cards and more laugher was exchanged. Renamon and Terrier ate their food from a distance watching the humans eat and play, Calumon tried a hand at playing with them, winning more rounds then not. Guardromon sat with Kazu in his lap, his partner not paying attention to anything other than the card game at hand, and the Demies continued to coo and cling to the metal digimon, course at some point he stopped caring. Impmon sat in a chair eating trying his hardest not to eat too much since he wasn’t paying, course no one told him they eat for free because it was a friend of Kazu’s family who owned the place. And Guilmon sat with the purple repeatedly nuzzling the latter’s shoulder, and nipping his ear, Imp ignored the crimson for the most part, but the little bites were seriously bothersome being it felt really good.
As the hours pasted the dark black clouds blanketed the sky in darkness and an eerie aura hung in the air and settled in a gross fog of ominous oxygen, and by the time the heroes all decided to go home it already started to sprinkle a little. Takato groaned loudly.
“What?” Henry asked. Terrier finishing the last of his drink, burped a little from the soda bubbles, then bouncing onto his partners shoulder.
“I gotta take Guilmon back to the park, and the rains probably gonna get worse on my way back.” Takato explained looking down the street seeing the bakery, the lights still on in the front and a column of smoke extending from the chimney signaling a nice warm house versus the cold outdoor air.
“Can’t you sneak Guilmon home with you, I mean haven’t you told your parents where you keep him yet?” Rika questioned. Renamon waiting for the girl to finish her food, before leaving.
Takato, looking down, shook his head, he felt kind of bad. He never told his parents that Guilmon stayed at the park, they assumed the dragon lived in his digivice. “I don’t think having Guilmon in the bakery would be a good idea anyway, since you know, food.”
They all looked at the dragon, the last of his food in his mouth and arms draped over Impmon’s shoulders as the shorter gobbled down the last of his bowl of noodles. They looked back at each other and nodded in understanding.
“Anyone passing the park on their way home, one of us could drop him off for you.” Kazu suggested. “I mean I can’t because I’m going that way,” Kazu pointed in the general direction of where his house was, which was away from the park, “that and Guardromon can’t stay in the rain for too long or else he gets stiff. Sorry.”
“Its fine, anyone else?” Takato said.
“I am going the other way home and my mom is expecting me home in 10 minutes so I can’t.” Rika explained glancing over at the clock on the back wall of the stand.
“Henry?” Takato awkwardly asked. Scratching the back of his head a little.
“Sorry man, but I’m going the same way as Kazu, sorry.” Henry said apologetically.
Takato sighed, “Great.” He sarcastically spoke.
“Impmon walk with me.” Guilmon interjected, his dopey smile looking down at the purple, who in turn looked up at the latter with a mouthful of noodles. Imp said something that was butchered by the noodles in between his teeth. Taking a second to swallow before repeating.
“I’m going that way anyway, I can drop him off. Plus mom doesn’t care when I get home, especially with the kids going back to school tomorrow.” He said, referring to the fact that Ai and Mako had to go to bed early and that they were going to school versus sit at home and worry where he was.
“Really, you will? Thank you Impmon!” Takato cheered gratefully, thankful he didn’t need to trek through the rain.
Exchanging goodbyes and Rena’s slight glare toward Imp, which Terrier put an end to, the teens went to their separate ways home. The sprinklings of rain that had originated from the clouds quickly escalated to heavier and heavier rain, and by the time Imp and Guil reached the park it had become painful the get hit by the drops. The feeling of peddles falling from the sky almost! During their walk to the park, the pair had gone from walking in a comfortable silence to full on sprinting through the downpour.
Once they were under the cover of the shrine’s roof, the pair stopped their sprinting taking in big gulps of air and slumping onto the cold concrete floor. Regaining his breath enough Guilmon got up and walked over toward his pile, pulling a towel out from the bottom the dragon placed it on the purple’s back, then wrapped his arms around the other’s waist picking him up gently.
Imp made a degrading noise in the back of his throat, a mixture of both shock and slight pleasure from the latter’s warmth. Carrying the purple over to the pile, Guilmon laid the smaller down in the blankets, before curling up next to him, an arm slung around Imp’s tiny waist the other encircled him pulling him close to the dragon’s chest.
Impmon’s heart was in his throat, his stomach erupting with butterflies, and his digital blood rushed to his face and his pelvis. His white cheeks flushing bright red, his emerald eyes trained themselves on the other’s face in the dark. Guilmon, the teasing jerk, was dead to the world, fast asleep. Ass, Imp mentally cursed the larger, he turned toward the crimson, pressing his ear to the white expanse of his chest. Listening to the data that transferred through his system in a pattern similar to a heartbeat, Imp’s eyes drifted shut listening to the beat and the stead rhythm of the rain beating in the dark.
Shit, shit, shit! Imp screamed in his head over and over again, he needed to leave right that second but Guilmon’s sleepy arms still pinned the smaller to his chest. Impmon had just woken up in the middle of a really hot dream, now, hot and bothered, he needed to leave before Guil woke up. It wasn’t helping that Guil “technically” was the source of it, specifically Gallantmon and his Beelzemon. And, fuck, it was a great dream, it was the erotic scene from the book he stole. Full of heat and passion, with just a touch of cliché romance novel, but fuck it was hot.
Impmon shifted and squirmed in Guilmon’s arms, moving both away and toward him. He needed to leave, he needed to make this feeling go away, but his body wanted to stay in the warm blankets, his body wanted Guil. Imp was conflicted and confused. A groan arose in the darkness, fear coursed through Imp as the dragon shifted and yawned, gold eyes opened moving to look at the purple, who was shrinking away and staring right back at the other.
“Impmon, why’s Impmon awake?” Guil said pulling the flustered digimon close. The dragon looking over his shoulder for a second to look toward the entrance, only seeing the slight shine of light passing through the thick streams of rain water draining over the edge of the roof against the dark blackness outside.
“Hm!?” Guilmon could feel Impmon’s heat radiating against his leg. Suddenly the entire atmosphere changed; from comfortable sleepiness to full on evil and attractively scary. A predatory smirk slowly stretched across the dragons face his eyes shining a scary yellow. Imp shrank away, he was honestly scared. This was a Guilmon he never saw before. It was sexy as hell, but it scared the shit out of him.
Slowly, Guilmon moved. His arm that was under his prey shifted so the flat of his paw was fully connected to the ground, the other moving from the small waist to mirror its counterpart on the other side. Moving to his knees and his huge toes, both pressed on the ground due to the many joints in his legs. Impmon just stared up at him near petrified of the other’s look, shifting his legs together, his tail curling around one of his ankles, a hand placed in the center of his lap, he was nervous and Guilmon knew it.
And in the sexiest display of erotic dominance, Guilmon evolved form by form; from Guilmon to Growlmon, from Growlmon to WarGrowlmon, and from WarGrowlmon to Gallantmon. Damn he was a lot bigger than Imp remembered.
The Knight had finally shed his Dragon skin.
The knight chuckled darkly, shit he was hot, giving into desire Imp evolved to Beelzemon. His knees still slightly together, tail thumping the ground profusely, hands already gently pulling at the snaps holding his helmet in place, and his wings spread out in as comfortable position as he could get them. Gallant shifting his weight on his one arm, the other hand pulled his own white helmet off, revealing soft wheat gold locks pulled back in a red tie and the thick lashes that frame those big gold eyes. A single click of the snaps around Bell’s throat signaling that his purple helmet was free, Beelz’ silver claws grasping the sides of the metal covering his face pulling it off just like the knight, letting long blond bangs fall slightly over his eyes, covering his third eye with a purple streaked lock.
Loud clattering sounds resounded in the chamber as their helmets connected to the floor, and a silent intake of air as their lips connected just as forcefully. Talon fingers slid in between armor seams pulling them off piece by piece, armor clad hands pulling at zippers and belt buckles rubbing at the soft skin beneath. Air became useless, lungs began to burn, hearts pounded heavy without oxygen, minds hazy as tongues crossed. Bell broke first desperate for air, Gallant planted his mouth on the expanse of throat he managed to reveal in his blind groping.
Maneuvering the angel a bit, Gallant managed to pull both of his belts off and pull the zipper down to his base of his abdomen. Beelz’ jacket caught on his elbows leaving his jumpsuit to fall off his shoulders, presenting expanses of extremely pale blue skin tense over the muscles of his stomach. The angel managing to kick off his boots, along with pulling at the knight’s armor till part of the large red and gold piece of shoulder plating clattered loudly on the cement floor. The knight catching on quickly after that, he smirked, receding from the Demon Lord’s body, earning a strained chirp of sorts to ring from the half-naked male. The knight continued to smirk and proceeded to chuckle at the other, rearing back to stand on his knees, the white made seemingly quick work of his armor to his prey’s relief. Only to aggravate the other with the knight’s own white jumpsuit, belts, and his bright red cape still attached to the other shoulder piece that Gallant had left on.
A soft growl resonated from Beelz’ throat, however his blush publicized his obvious arousal, only darkening as the knight slowly unzipped his suit. Letting the material part in a way that just barely exposed the tanned physic of the chivalrous Royal, the taunting show only stopped by the red belts that spanned his midriff. The fucking tease. Bell was getting angry, and his erection was only worsening his disposition. He wanted to play a new game of foreplay, fine, angels can play games too.
Pushing himself up on his elbows, wings folding up to form a kind of prop for Bell as he sat up in his awkward placement under the other. Eye level with the larger’s pectorals, the Lord pried at the last bit of armor on the Royal’s shoulder. Another chuckle and Gallant grabbed at a loose end of his cape pulling it out from under the armor, before draping it over the Lord’s slightly shivering shoulders. Beelzemon, being so caught up in the other, didn’t even notice the fact it was 1.) Still night, still raining and still cold, and 2.) He was half dressed while it was still night, still raining, and still cold.
Blushing tremendously, Beelz was lifted swiftly up onto his knees as well, and pressed firmly into the wide chest in front of him. His hands timidly moved from the piece of metal aborning the knight’s shoulder to the open collar of the jumpsuit. Gripping tightly, a hand sliding through the blonde locks at the base of his skull up to hold the back of his head. Bell’s face tucked nicely into the crook of the latter’s collar, as the tan haired digimon leaned into his ear nibbling on the angel’s artificial pulse feeling the intense amount of data flowing through the fake veins within making the soft blue skin of the shorter’s face bright red and hot.
“I love you and I hope you know that.” The angel shivered more as the words were whispered in his ear, then a soft squeeze of his hip from the knight’s other hand, which was looped around his lower back, sent warmth through his legs. Tail involuntarily curling around his own waist, the feathers of his wings ruffling themselves. Gallant pulled back a little, only to close the space again, capturing his prey once more. This kiss however was a lot less hectic, no pulling at clothes, still as much lust, but softer more passion filled.
Leaning back until the comfortable press of the blankets stopped them. Red cape laid out under them to contrast the black feathers and soft blue skin. Hands pulled at the last of the blonde’s clothes, Gallantmon ran his hands over the blue flesh, feeling the muscles tense and contract. Feeling the protruding hip bones and the heat radiating from between Beelz’ legs, who was fidgeting under the knight’s touch. Pulling away from the kiss, gasping stridently as Gallant palmed his member, the tips of his long fingers grazing the angel’s entrance. Strained moans and whimpers echoed against the walls, the Royal licked his lips at the noises the smaller was manufacturing, licking stripes across Bell’s throat, sucking hard on his pulse point then grazing his teeth across the blonde’s earlobe.
Beelzemon wailed at Gallant’s assaults to his throat, his tail trembling inching closer to its owner’s waist. Said owner too distracted by the ministrations the knight was giving him to care about his body subconsciously trying to self-relieve. Bell’s hands moved to the knight’s belts in an attempt to not being the only one naked. Getting the message the larger leaned back, pulling his belts loose, losing the last of his armor with that.
Just as the Royal was about to unzip the last of his suit, a piercing cry rung out that startled him, looking at the smaller again for the reason. Drooling almost instantly at the other. Head thrown back crying out profusely, hands clutching and pulling at the cape under him, thighs shifting and rubbing together. Gallant stared on, the answer to why Beelz’ was doing such a performance eluded his mind at the moment. The question completely disappeared from his data logged brain, when Bell’s head came forward chin pressed up to his collar, his big emerald eyes staring up at the latter through his messy blonde locks, a thick bright red blush accenting his blue skin.
In the blink of an eye, Gallant unzipped and ridded himself of his suit, forcing his way between the Lord’s leg, letting their members rub against one another, making the other cry more. Smashing their lips together once more, tongues sliding around in each other’s mouths. Warm hands melting the cool skin of the angel, sliding down Bell’s chest, over his abs, between his thighs, to his-
Gallant pulled back slightly, before leaning back fully to stare at Beelzemon’s long thin tail thrust into himself, it trembled and twisted around, vibrated almost. Every movement the appendage made, Bell cried louder and gripped tighter to the fabric of the cape. His green eyes were watering from the feeling, on the verge of tears. His wings twitched and fluttered rapidly under the knight’s heavy gaze. And transparent sticky fluid gushed around the intruding appendage, dripping down to make a small pool on the multiple fabrics under the smaller.
Gallantmon, drooling and turned on to no end, was holding back his nosebleed, and trying his absolute hardest to not rip his tail out and plow into the other. The Royal stared on as Bell twitched and squirmed in self caused ecstasy, embarrassment ever prominent as the angel repeatedly tried to cover his face and the performance of his body. The bright red blush running to his ears and shoulders, streams of saliva trickling out of his fanged mouth. Beelz was so embarrassed in himself for being like this, feeling his pride deflate drastically, and all respect for himself quiver under the gold irises of Gallant. He wanted to crawl under a rock at this point, hide in a pit where he could wallow in his own shame and foiled self-esteem.
Tears only now starting to trickle out, big warm hands caressing his face, thumbs rubbing circles under his eyes and Gallant kissing him sweetly. Gods, why is he so sweet to me.
“Heh, I’m going to take a guess and say foreplays over.” The Royal chuckled. Lathering the other’s throat with kisses and nips. A low grumbling resonating from the angel’s chest. “Cute.”
Moving his hand from Beelz’ face to massage the thin tail making it vibrate more, and a moan to escape Beelz. The knight pulling at the silver appendage out slowly, watching the owner of the appendage writher in the bright red fabric of the knight’s cape, said knight loving every second of the smaller writhing in pleasure and being absolutely delectable all together. Pulling the tail from the other’s entrance, Gallant lick his lips at the wet mess that was left for him.
Lining himself up with the other, Gallant plunged his tongue into Bell’s mouth silencing his loud cries as the knight’s long neglected member entered him, burring himself to the hilt. The feeling felt extravagant and hot, Beelz was wet and tight, Gallant’s eyes almost rolled back in his head, it was amazing. Beelz, however, was crying. Tear streamed down his face, his legs fully locked around the other’s waist, wings ruffled, and his sopped tail curling in on itself. It hurt horribly, a stinging stretch. But it also felt so fucking good, Gallant felt so hot and big. It both hurt and felt great. Bell thanked the digital gods Gallant stopped, or else he would have screamed.
They didn’t move for a while. Just sat enjoying the sensations, and savoring the taste of each other’s tongue. Slowly basking in both triumph and rescue. The Princess got the Knight they’d waited for. And the Dragon, relieved in its new skin, now capturing its prey. Muscles relaxing in to others, and mouths melding to one another. The mind building a fairytale bedroom of silk and silver, dark in the night, but loud with love.
The heavy pattering of rain droned on in the dark, there was no silence in the night as a rumble of thunder roared through the sky. Gasps and moans seemed like more patters of rain in the night compared to the booming clouds above. However the noises of Gallant slamming his hips to Bell’s were noises that both couldn’t stop hearing, the ringing of moans and screams echoing off the walls, the resonating sound of skin slapping skin bouncing back to reminded them their deeds of lust.
“Bell,” Gallant gasped out, his hands on either side of the other’s head as he moved his hips. The mentioned opening his eyes, the vibrant green now hazy from the tears that were still caught in his eyes, staring half lidded at the Knight. “Bell,” leaning in to have his lips barely brush up against the blonde’s, “I love you. I love you so much.” Lips locked in a sweet kiss, and Beelz was finished. Emptying himself on them, his entrance contracting around Gallant, pulling him over as well, filling the angel with his essence. Their data based hearts raced, and coded lungs heaved for oxygen, Gallant pulled out nuzzling into the other’s jaw.
“I l-love you too, Gallant.” Bell sniffed out quietly.
“Heh, you know you didn’t need to say it. I already knew you did.”
“But would have felt any more real if I didn’t?”
“Point noted.” The Knight chuckled, “We should probably get dress- Bell?” The angel, tired from sleep and sex, passed out, he couldn’t help but laugh a little. Pulling the cape around the unconscious male, digivolving to one his lower dragon formers before going back to his Gallantmon form with all his armor and clothes(minus the cape) intact his form once more. He found it far easier than putting it all back on piece by piece, as well as it just saved time. The royal pulled Beelz into his chest, getting comfortable before falling asleep himself. And for a spilt second the heavy pitter pattering of the rain clipped into his ears. Hm, it’s still raining outside.
The next day was chill and mist smothered, the sun was cozy and vibrant lighting the city in a soft gold and pink dusted. It was calm and quiet, outside compared to the Matsuki bakery. The sound of Mr. and Mrs. Matsuki cleaning the bakery and shouts toward Takato as he scavenged a few loafs for Guilmon and his own lunch. Stuffing the loafs into his backpack before yelling back, “I need to run by Henry’s house, if I don’t leave now I won’t get to school on time.”
“Alright, alright. Just make sure on the way you get something for breakfast, Ok sweetie?”
“Yes mom. Anyway bye.” The teen rushed out the door and toward Henry’s house. Last night his digivice went off saying Bio-identification activated; DNA copy complete; Bio-merge force code activated, so on and so forth. He had little idea of what it all meant and he was kind of worried, Henry would know what it was, right? Right!? And if he didn’t know maybe Rika knew, or Kazu or. Actually those were the only people he could truly ask quite frankly.
In almost no time Takato was at Henry’s door waiting for him to come out, the loud giggles and squeals of Henry’s sister playing with her digimon, and his father talking to him as Henry and Terriermon walked out the door. “Ok dad, I be careful.” The teen said as he closed the door behind him. Henry looked at the brunette smiling almost instantly frowning seeing the other’s distraught facial expression. Terrier bouncing onto the goggle-clad head and leaning forward till the rabbit was completely blocking the worried boy’s face.
“Why the long face Takato?”
“Terrier, get off him.”
“Please.” Takato said. The rabbit bouncing off back onto his partner.
“What’s wrong?” The older asked as they started walking down the hall and down the stairs.
“Last night my digivice went off, with these weird codes and, like, I don’t know, it was really strange.” Pulling his digivice out showing the codes that had and still were running down the screen. Mainly protocol 66721837456; code 73826400 activated; system 0124 active; protocol 7845553762; code 4473669 activated; system 538 active; Bio-merge force time remaining 00:00:00; DNA memory coding copying; Bio-merge force time reset. “See! It’s making me worried. What if something bad happened to Guilmon?!”
Henry stared at it, eyebrows knitting together, confused was a simple word to say the least to describe his reaction to the muddled up lines of programing coding. Terrier however looked at it and saw all he need to know, the green holding back his absolute entertainment toward the lines of force code. Renamon is going to flip when she hears this!
“Sorry Takato I don’t know what any of it means. Terrier you look like your about to pass out, are you ok, do know what it means?” At that Terrier burst out in guttural laughter falling off his partner’s shoulder onto the grass of the park. Neither of the teens noticing the distance they covered in the last few minutes, as they were already entering the park on the path to the shrine where crimson digimon stayed. The boys stared at the digimon rolling around in the grass trying his hardest to breathe in between the boisterous shouts of laughter that was a near shock to come from the normally quiet rabbit.
“Is he alright?” they turned to see Rika and Renamon walking up the path toward them. She seemed slightly anxious about hearing the answer, Rena walking over to the hyperventilating digimon, obviously waiting for him to stop and tell her. The boys explained the whole thing to the girl, who also didn’t understand the coding either, however they did not show it to the fox seeing as she was busy. Terrier slowly regaining his breath as Renamon glared down at him, he chuckled a little more as he got to his tiny feet looking up at the yellow that silently gestured for him to tell her. He however said nothing, chasing after the three as they continued walking off to the shrine. It was better that she didn’t know especially if Guilmon had fixed everything already. She was still struggling to accept the crimson’s relationship with the purple, it was best to let her acclimate to the idea without the fact that shit went down, and it went down fast.
Sadly for Terrier, Guil, or Gallant hadn’t even woken up. Sleeping soundly on his back arm still slung around his mate who at some point woke to the cold air and snuggled into the other’s cape and body heat more. Both, dead asleep before the loud jingling of the chain on the metal stirred them, and panicked when Takato called out to them. As quickly as they was possible, they digivolved into their permanent forms, both taking a side on the pile opposite one another, and pretending to be asleep once more. Hoping, beyond all rational reasoning that no one noticed a thing. Which, faith would have it, luck seemed on their side for the time being.
“Morning Guilmon- Impmon what are you still doing here?” Takato asked confused.
The purple stifling a genuine yawn, stretched his arms out and half lazily stared at the human, blinking once or twice before responding, “Rain.”
Letting the conversation drop as the purple’s head dropped into the pile curling into a warm blanket and falling right back to sleep like nothing happened. Continuing onward, Takato went back to talking to Guilmon, who was doing his wonderful sleep acting again, a random snort and a twitch of his snout before rolling to his other side selling the act as the teens giggled a bit. Takato leaning down to pat the dragon on his head, removing his backpack dumping the amount of bread going to his digimon. Sectioning off a few loafs and placing them by the purple’s side for when he woke up again, before the teens walked off, questioning Terrier and Rena’s decision to stay. “Just making sure,” Being the response. The three brushed it off as nothing locking the gate once more before trumping off to school.
The rabbit and fox didn’t have to wait long before the sleeping pair sat up in the pile of cloth.
“Morning Terriermon. Morning Renamon.” Guilmon said as he gnawed at a crescent loaf. Impmon mumbling his own “morning’s” nibbling away at his own piece, not feeling entirely hungry after that night.
“So, what was the real reason you didn’t leave?” Renamon said to the purple, not as threating as she normally would of, making Terrier feel proud of her starting to get over it. But he didn’t put a whole lot of faith that it was going to stay like that.
“Like I said, rain. It was horrible outside, it was better for me to stay here over night then to travel home.”
“Yes, really! Didn’t you hear the rain at all last night? It was terrible out there.”
Renamon went silent, holding her tongue versus getting in a fight. Terrier still not letting his sweat drop, still waiting for the argument to ensue and to intervene. Guilmon, however, was either trying to get Renamon angry or he just stopped caring about the other two digimon knowing about their relationship now that he caught what he desired, because he reached his paw out, wrapping around Impmon’s waist and dragging the shocked digimon into his lap. Resulting in the smaller to blush furiously, and for Rena to visible shift gears, slowing getting mad. Taking this moment as the best to stop what was started, Terrier started to step in, but Guilmon halted him by shocking them.
“Friends except friends for what they believe in, right? Friends except friends for what and who they love, right? Why not except Guilmon for who Guilmon loves?” Silence filled the shrine. All eyes wide and staring in disbelief. Impmon going from staring at the crimson to look at the Terrier his eyes silently pleading as he kept moving his eyes from the green to the yellow and back again. Blue eyes shocked stared at big gold ones nonchalantly staring in silent patience for her answer. Terrier slowly reaching for Renamon’s leg, hoping to get her out of there before someone said something they’d regret. However Rena held her hand out toward the green, motioning for him not to touch her. Her eyes now staring at the ground, her shoulder’s stiff and the muscles of her back tense, as she spoke.
“I-I do accept it.” Guilmon smiling a little, his arm around Impmon relaxing a slightly, and Imp breathing a tiny bit easier, “At least, I’m still trying to.”
“That’s one of the real first steps in accepting,” Terrier said to her, “admitting it.”
“Admitting what?” She said turning on her heel back toward the entrance, she was done being so enclosed in the thick, merciless atmosphere that tainted her lungs, the painful tension in the air becoming as thick as data-blood in oil. Terriermon following behind her, the newly mated couple staring after them.
“Admitting that really you’re only trying, not succeeding. That means you still have trouble with actually doing it.” He continued, the yellow clearing the fence in one leap, the green taking his flying approach, as it more suited him with his smaller legs. “Also means you’re really stubborn as always.”
She glared at him over her shoulder, carrying on walking, taking in the shaded air of the trees. Listening to the snarky rabbit with his final words of advice.
“After all, even the best intention bring out the worst in all of us, even if we it’s right.”
Guilmon sighed loudly as the green and yellow left. Feeling the one in his lap shift to sit properly in between Guilmon’s legs, Imp’s back pressed against the larger white chest, still nibbling away at his bread. The dragon hummed a little in contentment, feeling Impmon’s tail slightly wag against his knee. “Your friends really care for you.” The purple mumbled around his bread.
“Guilmon knows.” The crimson replied, nuzzling the base of one of Imp’s ears. His tongue coming out to run across the appendage, a paw moving to rub at a purple thigh. The thick blush that turned Impmon’s white face to a bright cherry red roaring back to life.
“Hey, w-what are you doing?” The purple chirped, feeling the heat in his stomach again.
“Guilmon love Impmon. Guilmon want Impmon to remember that.”
And clawed paws roamed expanses of purple fur, sliding over and gripping the smaller as Impmon cried out. Reaching fevering peaks and climaxes drenched in fluids, only to start again and again. The day drifting by fast, the sun passing clouds and wind sloshing through the trees sky drifting from the morning pinks and golds to the high blues of midday, to the afternoon lights of musky oranges and purples, and into the black starlight of the night. Leaving the exhaustion that side effected passion, and leaving different fluids drenched in the fabrics below them. Listening to the silent croons of affection whispered to the smaller, the sweet coos causing him to fall slowly asleep.
“I love you, Beelzemon.”
“I love you too, Gallantmon.”
Drifting gently into the caustic deep of sex induced sleep. Blind to everything outside their little slice of a bedroom novel, never noticing the night shift slowly. Never seeing the Queen except the fate she couldn’t control, regaining her senses of good intentions gone awry. Never noticing the Bishop as he healed the wounds that plagued the rips in the fabric of the world’s –digital and real. Or the Rook as he watched the story play out before this city of playing pieces.
Funny, huh, how two polar opposites could fall in love? Funny, how a Knight of Chivalry, and a Lord of Gluttony, could turn into a Dragon of desire and a Princess captivated. Funny, right? Quite comical for a bedtime story, huh? But it’s sweet, almost bitter on the taste buds. Still, romance blooms in the strangest ways, over lengths of time, or love at first sight. The flowers are only the garden that blossoms on the pages of the romantic writing, spelling out the book yet to be seen. Now let the winner be crowned in this game of passion.
With a game built from the pages of a book, the winner is obvious, isn’t it?
I guess that’s a story for another night then. Because, this story of Dragons and Knights, of Kings and Queens, of Regret and Forgiveness, of Love in the Dark. The ending can only be as dramatic.
But that will wait another night, after all, Bedtime for a Knight is after Making Love. Good Night.