And I wanna take you down.
But you soul cannot be found.
Doesn't matter what you say.
Cause your disease is in me.

Saliva -- Your Disease





This was an interesting turn of events. An interesting turn of events indeed. Matt's lips curled up slowly, smiling like the proverbial Cheshire cat as he stared down at his new possessions. He gazed at each of them with his hard, iced azure eyes, making their skin crawl as he studied them silently, examining them in complete and utter ear-splitting silence.

Many years of being trapped in darkness had further paled his skin, if humanly possible, and set is flawless golden hair off immaculately. There was an unholy beauty about this dark Lord, one that could have only come from the darkness that had embraced his soul many years before, right around the era of the Dark Masters. That fateful summer when the Chosen Children were transported to the Digital World had corrupted him… had ruined his very life until the light feared to approach him.

It was a lonely existence, wallowing in pity and rage, never feeling warmth of any sort. Everything he touched turned black, wilted and died right before his very eyes. He had experienced this pain years before when he had tried to fight, tried to resist. But he knew now that resisting was useless. Even more useless than the crest he carried with him. Friendship. What was the meaning of this word now? He could no longer remember.

Noticing the thickening nervousness that was filling the air, he moved with all the grace and beauty that would accompany a skilled dancer, smirking sardonically once again before he got up from the throne he was on, making his way to the wall where they were all bound, gagged and left to wait.

"I hope I'm not offending you," he quipped as he mockingly bowed to them all, loving how his proximity was causing them to tremble. Ken had alerted him some time ago that they were in his vicinity and he had to take this opportunity to capture them. It was just too easy.

There was a muffled noise from further down the wall as his eyes lifted from the smallest child, looking almost quizzically down at the one person that was fighting the restraints. He slowly made his ay over, passing by each of them, causing them to all shiver. He was so cold…

But as soon as his eyes fell upon the struggling child, his eyes filled with a sudden regret, only to vanish a moment later with undisguised disgust and hate. His brother, the one he had left all those years ago. The one he promised he would always protect and care for. But when had promises ever meant anything to him?

He stared at the boy, his eyes blank as he caught a glimpse of the identical pools of sapphire that were threateningly glaring back at him. Even though he had a large black cloth wrapped around his entire mouth, he could just visualize the scowl that his delicate lips were twisted into. He began mutter things, only to be blocked off by the handkerchief, so Matt, being the curious man he was, lightly tugged it down, interested in hearing what his baby brother was so adamant in saying.

"Your very existence offends me," he spat, growling the words that were laced with venom. He only winced slightly when Matt's fist contracted with his face, his head bouncing off the dull grey rocks.

Another muffled cry of protest echoed, as he looked to his right, quite literally able to feel the concern that was imbedded deeply in the endless depths of molten auburn. Fire seemed to radiate, though, one could always confuse it with rash courage. Those eyes… he knew those eyes for a distant and forgotten past. His attention vanished completely from his rebellious brother and soon his entire attention was focused on this vision in front of him.

Matt rather liked the position he was in at the moment. Without even casting a wayward glance, he successfully re-gagged Takeru and was now completely infatuated with this cinnamon hued, russet-eyed being.

His eyes traveled up and down the boy, starting with the wild shock of mahogany hair that faintly held a violet tint. Untameable spikes shot out in every direction, framing the reflective goggles that were carefully placed atop his head. “Not bad,” he murmured in approval.

Ignoring the now blatant screams from Takeru, he gently lifted his hand, letting his fingers slowly glide through the strands of chocolate silk. A faint shiver coursed though his veins as he gently slipped his eagerly questing fingers down the side of his face, marvelling at how soft and delicate his skin was.

The same colour as honey, maybe even sweeter… tanned, but not burnt. He was incomparable, divine… Nothing this Dark Lord had ever laid eyes on was as exquisite as this gem.

"What's your name?" he asked gently, tugging the gag from his perfect lips. This gesture was very uncharacteristic of his demonic reputation. The handsome brunette refused to speak. "Well?" Matt tried not to snap. Patience was a virtue he was born without.

"Daisuke," he replied in an almost dead tone, well concealing the rage he felt when he slapped Takeru. His midnight brown eyes, the one Matt had declared the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen, darkened, almost sneering.

Matt almost sighed. 'You have such a gorgeous voice,' he thought, suddenly lowering his face so he was eye level with Daisuke, loving every moment the fiery child kept up his fearless bravado. "Comfortable?" he practically purred, once again trailing the back of his fingers across Daisuke's rounded cheek.

Daisuke jerked his head away from him, but there's only so far a man in shackles can go and was once again forced to allow this monster to touch him. "No," he managed levelly.

"I envy you," he whispered in his ear, causing him to tremble slightly. His hot breathes continually tickling his ear, making him feel very uncomfortable. It was almost violating how close he was to him… it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Matt sharply inhaled, moaning almost inaudibly as this, this, new refreshing scent filled his nostrils. This boy was wonderful. "I think I just might keep you," he muttered, erupting a gasp to travel through the group.

It was at that very moment Takeru wrenched violently on his manacles, yanking on them for all they were worth. His eyes burned defiance, screaming on levels a normal voice wouldn't be able to manage. Matt glared at him, once again punching the other side of his face to keep him still.

"Takeru!" Daisuke's voice betrayed him as the worry he had previously shown flared up again. His eyes softening once Takeru gave him an, 'I'm all right' look.

"Sh," Matt chided, softly guiding Daisuke's face back to his.

"God just leave us alone!" Daisuke growled at Matt. The Lord of the East suddenly felt like smiling. Daisuke looked too adorable for words just then.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," a new voice, still familiar, broke the tension with a maniacal laugh. Every head in the room turned to greet Ken Ichijouji, the Lord of the West.

"Ken," Matt greeted pleasantly, stepping away from Daisuke to join his fellow ruler.

"Fair catch," he grinned, shooting a quick look at the Digidestined. Matt only nodded in agreement, his eyes catching Daisuke's slender form.

"I couldn't agree with you more."

"What do you say you give me a few to amuse my Digimon? The arena is getting quite dull. We could always use a change," he inquired, cocking an eyebrow at the chained Digidestined. Matt smirked again and they both left the room laughing.

"Guys are you okay?" Daisuke quickly asked. Nods and muffled reassurances allowed him to continue. "We need to get out of here. If only we could reach someone's D-Terminal!"

"Yea," Takeru agreed, finally ridding himself of the cloth Matt had absently placed on his lips. "Daisuke, yours is in your jacket right?"

"Yea," he nodded, suddenly comprehending what he was getting at. It was at that moment he thanked Matt for not binding them at the waist (like Ken had previously done) and moved around just enough to get his jacket to sway with him. After a few sharp shakes, the sound of plastic hitting stone was heard.

Considering it fell closer to Takeru, (and the fact he had the longest legs out of the lot of them) the blond used the tip of his toe to open the devise and push the danger button Izzy had installed in all of them.

Much to Matt's regret, by the time he and Ken heard the explosion they were too late. Kabuterimon and Ikkakumon had already blasted through the wall and were safely carrying his prisoners to safety.



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It had been exactly a week since the Chosen Children had escaped from the late Dark Master's citadel in the Digiworld and it had taken Takeru that entire week to calm Daisuke down. Though, the blond did understood why he was so, not Daisuk-ish; hell, the memory still creped him out.

Just the thought of Matt's hands on him made his blood boil to the point he though he was going to explode. He felt similar to a quiescent volcano, just waiting to irrupt. To make matters worse, Daisuke's D-Terminal was still in the Digiworld, forbidding Veemon to come back with them to the real world. In an act of assistance, Takeru left Patamon there to keep him company. At least he felt better knowing Veemon was with someone who knew the Digiworld like the back of his paw. Plus two Digimon are always better than one.

Takeru, not exactly sleeping even though it was one in the morning, started to reminisce. It had been what, five years since his brother had left them. Now, he wouldn't even admit to having a brother. He hated Matt. He hated him with every fibre in his body. He cold-bloodedly killed Tai, causing Kari to change dramatically. Her crest was rendered almost useless after that incident. It had probably been around that time Takeru could no longer feel any sympathy for Matt. That idolic platform Takeru had always had Matt seated on, vanished the night Matt sliced Tai's throat.

Five years of torment crossed before his troubled cobalt eyes, only to be brought out of the deepest recesses of his mind by a small movement in his arms. He smiled to himself then. Looking down at the shorter, chocolate haired boy he held tightly, almost refusing to let go.

It had been about a year, maybe little longer since they had gotten together. A complete year of him being so deliriously happy that it made him feel giddy, almost like a child in a candy store. It was a physical pain he felt when he was apart from him and every second he wasn't in his arms he could literally feel his soul being chipped away. He loved Daisuke with everything he had in him. He loved him till the point it hurt.

To say the least, when Matt was practically groping him, he had to resist the urges that were recoiling off his body to rip the chains out of the wall and strangle him. They were brothers after all, as much as he wished he could change his genetic code…

Without really thinking, Takeru pulled Daisuke closer to him, kissing his forehead tenderly. He would die first before he would allow anyone to touch him like this. They shared each other's souls, one mind, one heart… everything. He would cut out his own heart if Daisuke ever asked him to.

This kind of love was rare and Takeru knew that. That's probably the main reason he fought as hard as he did to win over the brunette. "You're not sleeping," his companion noted.

"I couldn't get to sleep," the blond sighed, giving Daisuke an extra squeeze. "Too many things on my mind."

"Anything you want to share?" his voice was low, almost submissive and Takeru shuddered a bit. Even after he had gotten through to him, Takeru still noticed a very different Daisuke. He was scared, an emotion that he had never seen in him before. Matt scared him…

"Mostly about you, how lucky I am and how much I love you to pieces," he muttered modestly, as Daisuke chuckled quietly. He let the most teasing sound escape his mouth as he pressed his lips to the taller boy's chest, smirking as he coyly looked into his liquid blue eyes. "You're not playing fair," Takeru muttered in protest, though, his heart wasn't in it.

"I know," was the only reply he got, as Takeru was further silenced by Daisuke's soft lips. In the most subconscious gesture, he wrapped his arms around him, pulling the brunette even closer, though, it was almost physically impossible. "I love you Takeru."

"I love you to Daisuke," the blond mutter as he pressed his love onto the bed sheets, grinning mischievously the entire time.



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"Daisuke," Matt let the word slip from his perfect lips once again, probably the hundredth time in the last two minutes. Needless to say, this boy taunted him, his sleep… his dreams. Matt had been plagued with his heavenly vision every single moment of every single day for the last week.

"Matt," the monitor suddenly blinked on and the face of Ken Ichijouji was visible. "Word has it that the Digimon of the holders of Hope and Miracles are in the Digiworld. They're in your kingdom though."

"Thanks Ken," he replied in a deadpan voice. Emotions were rare with this particular Lord. "I'll get right on it," and with that, the Lord of the West vanished from the screen and once again Matt was left with his thoughts. All of them being about the leader of the new Digidestined. He had to get him back in the Digiworld, preferably alone, but he knew that was pushing it. Not even the thickest of Digidestined would come to the Digiworld alone.

Then, another though, probably more disturbing and enraging came to his tactical mind. Daisuke was with his brother. His baby brother was involved with the one he wanted… a stern twitch triggered in his eye and he was left scowling at nothing, inwardly exploding while outwardly, he kept that dead guise.

He would be dammed if he allowed that blasphemous relationship to continue. What was his, he would collect in short time. He would make Daisuke his prize, regardless of the obstacles. The major one being his blood kin. He knew Takeru better than anyone, even today. He protected what was his. Then again, no one ever said it was going to be an easy mission.

"Daisuke," he sighed again. There was something haunting about that boy. A forgotten memory from a forgotten past. Something about a fiery boy, jubilant, brave and in the flower of his youth. Haunting maroon eyes framed by a mess of dirt brown hair. It was that face he couldn't forget, yet, oddly enough, had no memory of anything besides that image.

Matt shook his head while sighing again. He stood up, imperial cape swirling around his long legs as he walked out of the throne room. He had just finished the overseeing of the construction to the wall the Digimon obliterated in their rescues. He met with a ringed slave (a gift from Ken) and ordered him to ready his AirDramon.

It had only taken minutes and before Matt had even really realized it, he was near the small cave the Digimon were reported to be in. He could hear voices, one with a terrible lisp and the other, rather high pitched. Both were laughing and joking around. Such a juvenile thing.

The battle didn't last long, probably considering two rookies were absolutely no challenge for an ultimate. Both Patamon and Veemon were unconscious before they could even get off one attack. Feeling a bit remorseful, Matt collected his old friend in his arms, staring at the familiar orange ball that was almost always on top his brother's head. He smiled at the outlying memory and scooped up the rather large blue Digimon, carrying them back to the AirDramon, ready to go home.

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"Good morning," Takeru turned to face the voice that had broken him from his blissful slumber. His eyes were heavy, completely clouded in sleep and even though his vision was fuzzy, he could still see the faint outline of his love. He smiled, shutting his eyes as he wrapped his arms around his neck, just knowing exactly where the other was.

"It better be," he chuckled. Daisuke smiled as he gently placed his head on his chest, cuddling up to Takeru.

"Do you miss him?" Daisuke asked me suddenly. He had to stop and think about whom he was talking about first. Takeru though almost immediately about Matt; but then remembered that he never admitted to having that monster as a family member. Not even Kari would say she once upon a time knew him.

"Who love?" he asked after he had his thoughts sorted out.

"Patamon. It's been a week you know."

"Well what about you and Veemon?"

"But I only met his a year ago. How long have you known Patamon? Six years? You had to leave him for four years Takeru, don't you miss him right now?"

"Sure, I guess," he replied. "But Patamon knew I had to leave. There was no way I could take him with me and he knew that I would be back for him again."

"But then when you two met up again you were inseparable. Don't you feel this week has gone by slowly without him here?"

"I've had the best company to keep me occupied," he smiled down at the brunette, completely snuggled closely to him.

"Tell me about when you two were first in the Digiworld please," he pleaded. He knew better, all he had to do was ask and he would receive. Takeru smiled, starting off his little story with how they were first transported there, their first night and their first opponent. Even after all this time, he was still a little worried about Devimon. He paused just before he told them about Angemon sacrificing himself to save the group.

Daisuke sat through the story and squeezed his hand. "It's okay Takeru. It's all over now. You don't have to worry."

"I know," Takeru assured him, giving him a quick kiss. It was at that moment that Takeru and Daisuke's D3's went ballistic, beeping and screeching as if they were in agony. "What the hell?"

Daisuke reached over and grabbed his blue D3, looking at it quizzically. "Do you know what this means?" he asked, sitting up while gathering some blankets around him.

"Not a clue," Takeru replied truthfully, gazing at his own green one. "Maybe we should go to the Digital World to see," Daisuke nodded while wrapping a sheet around his waist and made it over to Takeru's closet, gathering some clothes before making his way to the bathroom.

Takeru watched him as he entered and shut the bathroom door, smiling to himself profoundly. He knew he was lucky. He grinned, ear to ear as he grabbed at his housecoat, picking out some clothes and hastily changing. No sooner had he slipped his belt though the final loop, did Daisuke emerge. Pulling on his favorite white hat, Takeru and Daisuke made their way over to the PC in his study. Thankfully, Takeru's mom wasn't there at the moment and both of them quietly slipped back into the Digiworld, curious to find out what had caused their D3's to go so crazy.



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Being downloaded was something that always gave Daisuke a thrill, no matter how many times he did it. Having each part of your body coated and wrapped up in data was something that made his heart pound a little faster, his anxiousness a little deeper.

He looked to his side, seeing Takeru there before he smirked and bolted off. A truly childish thing to do, but Daisuke didn't care that much. "Veemon! Where are you?!" he shouted out. This was the exact area he had left him a week before, so why wasn't he here?

"Patamon!" Takeru called out seconds later when there was no reply from the blue dragon. Daisuke wrinkled his brow in frustration. This wasn't like Veemon at all. Both boys glimpsed at each other and the look of puzzlement was mirrored.

Sighing, they both continued to walk forward. Knowing their Digimon, this was probably some type of joke. Though, the yells of 'Patamon' and 'Veemon' didn't lessen any. It had been about twenty minutes and Daisuke balled his gloved fingers into a fist. "Listen Veemon, this isn't funny anymore!"

"I wasn't aware this was funny to begin with," a voice startled both boys as they turned around. There, leaning leisurely against a giant Digital tree with Daisuke's D-Terminal in one hand, was Matt. He lightly tossed the object up, catching it gracefully as he looked at the two Digidestined.

"Matt! What did you do to our Digimon?!" Takeru hissed through clenched teeth. He took a protective step beside Daisuke, lightly tugging on the boy as he drew him further away from the blond haired man in front of them.

"Why Takeru, is that any way to speak to your brother?" Matt laughed darkly, propelling himself into a standing position as he began striding toward the duo.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Daisuke suddenly piped up. "There's no way you could be related to him! Takeru's not a monster!"

"True, my little brother is the complete opposite of evil, but he is still my little brother," his eyes narrowed, "as much as we both don't want to admit it."

"Takeru, tell me he's kidding!" Daisuke said almost desperately, looking into Takeru's eyes from behind his back. When Takeru didn't reply, he took a step back, reeling from his newfound information. Much to both of their demise, when Daisuke took that step back, he collided with something strong. Effortlessly, Daisuke was yanked back, pushed against someone's stomach as a knife was pressed into his throat. He gasped rather loudly.

"Daisuke!" Takeru spun around, only to have the exact same thing done to him. How cliché was that…

"Well now," Ken chuckled, pressing the blade into Daisuke's flesh. "Look what we caught. Again," it was then both Takeru and Daisuke realized their day was going to get worse. Far, far worse than it already was… forcefully lead back to Matt's base, Takeru and Daisuke were once again forced into chains.

As soon as Matt was sure they were both restrained he walked over to Takeru casually, pulling out his D-Terminal and D3, throwing them over to Ken who caught them effortlessly. "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me," Matt mocked, walking over to Daisuke. "I'm getting rather used to you in this position," he smirked, reaching into his jacket to collect his D3, enjoying every minute.

"What do you want with us Matt?" Takeru snapped the question, glaring at his brother for all he was worth. Ken looked over at him, shaking his head disapprovingly. He sprawled out on the throne, letting one leg hang lifelessly over the side. He shook his head free of lavender hair, removing his lenses carefully.

Matt thought about the question for a moment, shrugging. "Company, slaves, doesn't really matter to me," he replied in that soulless voice that was driving Daisuke insane. The door to the room they were all in slid open, revealing MetalGarurrumon and Wormmom, both discussing something. MetalGarurrumon, taking one look at the prisoners smirked sadistically.

"Excellent catches Masters," he complimented.

Matt's eyes widened briefly, looking back at the confined brunette. "Excellent catches indeed," he agreed, touching the side of Daisuke's face again. He smiled almost wistfully, cupping his cheek as he brought his lips down on his forehead. Once again ignoring his brother's wails of objection, Matt smiled, the first genuine smile Daisuke had ever seen and silently whispered, "I won't hurt you," in Daisuke's ear.

"Get away from him Matt!" Takeru commanded as Matt snarled, turning toward him and backhanding him hard. Daisuke squeezed his eyes shut, biting his tongue so he didn't lash out.

"So help me God Takeru, say another word and I'll break your jaw!" Matt barked as his anger practically stung Takeru. Getting his emotions in check again, Matt turned his attention to Daisuke once again. "Remember last time you were here I told you I was thinking of keeping you?" he asked, combing his fingers through Daisuke's hair. He younger boy nodded fearfully, wincing as Matt smiled at him again. "Well, I made up my mind," he chuckled, the amusement clearly visible, "I'm going to keep you," he said in another whisper, laughing as he saw his handsome tanned pet pale.

"No!" Daisuke shook his head, refusing to accept what Matt had just told him. "Let me go! Let us both go now!"

"Oh, that reminds me," Matt snapped his fingers, turning to his Digimon. "Get the prisoners."

"Yes Master," MetalGarurrumon bowed submissively as he made his way out of the room, coming back only moments later with a tied up Veemon and Patamon.

"Ready your Ice Wolf Claw attack," Matt commanded as his Digimon nodded again, opening a vent on armor, revealing a small torpedo like object. "Oh, I might have forgotten to mention this, but it's either you stay here with me or I'll blow your pathetic excuses for partners into oblivion."

"Daisuke!" Veemon shouted as he tried to wiggle free, only to have MetalGarurrumon slap him sharply on the back of his head, knocking him out.

"Veemon!" Daisuke shrieked as his eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"Daisuke don't do it! Free yourselves right now! We can always be reborn in primary village!" Patamon tried to argue.

"Not if I destroy it first," Ken muttered as Matt smirked at him.

"Make your choice quickly Daisuke, your friends don't have that much time left," Matt leered, circling him like a shark about ready to feast on his prey. An arm snaked around his waist, pulling him right into Matt's arms, rendered completely paralyzed. "Quickly pet," Matt warned again, kissing the side of his neck affectionately. Daisuke trembled against the feel of his lips against his skin.

"Daisuke forget us!" Patamon cried out again as he saw the turmoil in the eyes of his partners love. "Don't think about us, we never die! Save Takeru and yourself, just get out!"

"Silence it MetalGarurrumon," Matt said with a wave of his hand, returning to Daisuke's neck, pushing the rather bothersome jacket away. Takeru's face was reddening with every moment and he finally blew.

"Patamon!" he screamed as his Digimon was about to be slashed to death, MetalGarurrumon stepping on his small body with one claw ready to slice.

"Stop!" Daisuke broke down, "Don't kill him… if you let them all go I'll stay," he promised, his voice barely a whisper. There was no way he would let Takeru go through the pain of losing Patamon again. Takeru's happiness was all that mattered to the trapped brunette.

"Let him go MetalGarurrumon," Matt ordered as the Digimon took a step back, now standing near Ken. Placing his glasses back on, Ken smirked, very amused with this situation. He loved it when the bad guys got the upper hand.

"Daisuke no," Takeru almost sobbed, his voice twisted with so much emotion it pierced Daisuke's heart.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, allowing Matt to unchain his hands, wrapping his frigid arms around his new slave. He couldn't even look Takeru in the face, his shame for giving in too great.

"You did the right thing," Matt assured him, kissing the side of his head. "You won't hate it here, I promise you."

"I already hate it," Daisuke muttered, squeezing his eyes shut to stop the tears he knew were coming. Much to his dismay, a single tear fell from his eyes, cascading down his bronzed cheek.

"Ah ah ah, none of that now," Matt warned gently, hugging his prize to his chest. "Something cut him free. Let them go and make sure they leave. If they don't, you have my permission to throw them out. Body part at a time," Matt spoke and with one motion, swept Daisuke into his arms, carrying him out of the room letting the door shut behind him.

As soon as he was four feet away from the room, Daisuke completely broke down, sobbing openly, clenching onto Matt's shirt with his fists. He completely gave up resisting, losing the battle even before it begun. He just wanted to curl up and die, to be left alone. But Matt would never allow that. In fact, he made sure he was always with him, never letting the brunette out of his sight.



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"Daisuke, I know I say this ten thousand times a day, but you really are beautiful," Matt muttered in awe as he stared down at his lovely little toy, enjoying the company and warmth he exuded. He couldn't even remember how long he had had Daisuke all to himself and all he cared about was keeping it that way.

Daisuke looked up at him, smiling weakly as Matt hungrily kissed his lips, pressing his chest to his, still causing him to shiver. Weeks had passed and Matt still hadn't gotten any warmer. If anything, his skin kept turning colder and Daisuke got to the point he thought Matt would turn blue.

"Matt please," he muttered, pushing him off himself as he rolled over, collecting as much of the blankets as he could. He hated feeling like this. So not in control, so pliable…

"Come now love," he murmured as he drew him closer. "That's not being nice."

"I wasn't trying to be nice," Daisuke's voice was like steel.

Matt growled softly, viciously turning him over so they were eye to eye. Powder blue on heated brown. "Listen to me Daisuke, like it or not you're mine now. You gave yourself to me. I kept my part of the bargain and now you should too. I highly, highly recommend it."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Daisuke squeaked. He mentally cursed himself for being so weak but the situation was even darker than… than, well anything…

"Because I want you. I want to be with you, I want to be able to touch you, kiss you…" a small smile curved onto his lips. "To dominate you…"

"Mission accomplished, let me go now," he pleaded, eyes glazed over with discomfort. "You've gotten what you wanted Matt, just let me go now."

"No, I don't think I'll be doing that anytime this lifetime," he thought for a second. "I like the way you taste too much," he smirked sadistically. "I wonder," he muttered after a moment, "did Takeru appreciate you as much as I do?" at the mention of his name, Daisuke bit his tongue. Matt would do this all the time, taunt him with Takeru. Matt laughed evilly, pressing his lips on Daisuke's as he forced his mouth open with his tongue. "Biting your tongue love, now that's my job!" he managed to sound shocked as he laughed, kissing him once again.

Matt slowly guided his hand above his head, linking their fingers together as he pushed down on the boy, allowing him to scream into his mouth. He loved his, loved this more than anything he could ever fathom. Matt tenderly pushed away a strand of Daisuke's wild hair, tucking it safely behind his ear, slowly kissing the side of his face and neck.

"Tell me Daisuke," Matt hissed, pushing into him once again. Daisuke cried out. "Did Takeru ever take you like this? Did he ever grab a hold of you, forcing you to comply like this?" another push, another scream. "Tell me Daisuke, is he a better screw than I am?"

Daisuke continued to wince, every time Matt made a small movement of any sort, wanting nothing more than to die. He tried willing his heart to stop, just do anything to get Matt to stop this inhumane torture. The sensations coursing through him were those of extreme pain, bordering on anguish. The way that two people could make the same act feel completely different baffled his mind.

And they say that in each person's life, there's one moment where they're trapped between heaven and hell, life and death, pain and pleasure. They say that at that moment, a revelation happens and everything becomes clearer. You see the silver lining on each cloud.

It was at that moment that Daisuke realized he was trapped. Matt would only let him go when he tired of him and by the looks of it, that wasn't happening anytime soon. Daisuke at that moment knew he would be here with Matt quite possibly forever, never able to see Takeru again… never again would he be able to set his eyes on his beautiful blond haired, cerulean eyed angel.

So, choking back a sob, he did the only thing he could do. Give in.



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"Come on Takeru, you have to get better!" Veemon pleaded as he feverishly shook Takeru's arm, trying to bring his human friend out of the trance he had been in for the last few week.

But time had little relevance to Takeru now. He sat numbly on his bed just staring at the blue D3 he held tightly in his grasp. It was like one final blow to the gaping cut when Ken shoved Daisuke's D-Terminal and D3 in his hand and forcefully shoved him back into the real world.

"I let him down," he muttered as his eyes filled with tears. "I let him down again…"

"Again?" Veemon looked directly at Patamon who gave him that sure fire 'Silence' glare. He motioned to the door and Veemon instantly complied, silently making his way over and out. Patamon flew behind him several seconds later, shutting the door firmly. "What did he mean 'again' Patamon?" the blue creature asked his flying friend.

"You know Kari right?" he asked as the Digimon nodded. "Well, a long, long time ago she had a brother. His name was Tai and Kari loved him a lot. But one day when we were in the Digiworld fighting, Matt came up to him and hurt him badly. Everyone was crying and Tai didn't move at all. Agumon tried his best to shake him awake, but he wouldn't," the wing-eared Digimon began to cry a little, "he just wouldn't wake up… after that, Matt left us for good and we never saw Tai again. But that night I snuck off and I found Joe and Sora and Mimi and Izzy all digging this big hole and they put him in there… they were all crying so much and… and the blood was everywhere…" he choked as he stopped, trailing off. "I only learnt what really happened years later… but by then, it was too late. Tai wasn't reborn in a Digi-Egg like the rest of us…"

"He died," Veemon looked startled, but mostly disturbed. He knew Matt wasn't the nicest person in the world, but to actually go as far as killing someone… that was… that was intolerable!

"Takeru always looked up to Tai… he was his idol, even more so then Matt. When he left, Takeru didn't stop crying. He stopped speaking to everyone, including me. He was inconsolable… and he didn't get better until his mom made him move out of Odaiba. He told me that he had to go off to some psychiatrist in Tokyo to get counseling. But when he met Daisuke he seemed to forget all that."

"Why Patamon?" Veemon had to know. "Why Daisuke?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's because he looks so much like Tai did. Tai had hair and eyes just like him and they were about the same height and all. Both of them played soccer and Daisuke is exactly like him. A leader and a courageous friend."

"Patamon how can we fix him?" Veemon inquired, looking at the big wooden door that was closed over. Inside there was a boy, so emotionally torn, exposing him to anything human could lead to serious damage. Takeru was, well he was lost without Daisuke and just about anyone who met the couple knew that.

"I don't know… I just don't know…"



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Morning came all to quickly for Matt as he carefully slipped out of bed, cautious not to disturb the sleeping boy that was tightly wrapped up in his navy blankets. He dressed hastily; throwing on his imperial regalia, with a full intent on going straight back to business, putting up new control spires while capturing all the Digimon in that area.

But on his way out, he wistfully looked back at Daisuke, still sleeping, looking even more adorable than ever. He truly was too cute for his own good and Matt had to resist the urge to just fall back and cuddle up with him again. He could barely keep his hands off his smooth, tanned skinned lover.

But his overriding sense of duty got the best of him and he regretfully walked over and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. A small moan escaping his lips. Those little sounds of pleasure had almost driven him over the edge last night. Squeezing his slender fingers into a fist, he turned on his heels, as he quite literally ran from the room, practically slamming the door behind him.

There was something oddly irritating about Matt this morning and he knew it even before he stepped out of bed. There was this warmth in him that he hadn't felt in a long time. It made him feel weak and vulnerable… but most importantly of all, it made him feel happy. He knew for a fact that he had smiled more in one hour with Daisuke then he did in five years. This, this wasn't good. He was developing a weakness… and weaknesses lead to defeat.

Resting his back on the cool metal door, Matt closed his eyes, lifting his head as if looking at the ceiling. An image of a boy, smirking at him with that 'I know something you don't know' look plastered all over his face. His burgundy eyes holding a hint of mystery in them as this odd whispering kicked up all around him, flooding through Matt's subconscious like a wave.

"Shut up!" he hollered, covering both his ears before slamming two fists into the door. "He isn't you! He isn't you!" he hissed as if trying to convince the ghostly visitor. Matt could almost hear the boy laughing, mocking him with his vast knowledge that seemed only available to him.

"Sure he's isn't me…" he seemed to speak with those large orbs of molten chocolate. He winked, and almost as if he were real reached out, extending his arm as if to touch Matt. The ethereal contact sent an electric thrill through his spin as the boy smiled again. "Sure he isn't me…"

Matt's indigo eyes flared open as he inhaled shakily, knees trembling as he steadied himself on the door handle. The sound of spraying water bringing him crashing back to reality. "He isn't you," he stubbornly told himself as he turned back, yanking the door to his bedroom open, following the sound emanating from his bathroom. He waited, putting his thoughts back into a coherent order before he looked up at the faint click of a door.

Daisuke walked out towel clad, as drops of water glistened over his body. There was this supernatural beauty surrounding his small frame and once his deep eyes fell on Matt, he jumped back a little, clutching at his towel for all he was worth.

"What… what are you doing back so soon?" he brunette asked nervously, realizing he was far more vulnerable right now than he had ever been. But he just had to wash off the feeling that had been sticking to him. It was said water purifies and he was hoping his battered body would also apply to that rule.

"You aren't like him," Matt seemed to spit, standing up as he strode over to him, pinning him to the impossibly cold wall. The warmth from the hot shower instantly leaving Daisuke's skin. Daisuke shivered, trembling limb to limb in the most agonizing fear he had ever felt in his entire life. "You aren't like him!" he screamed, slamming his fist right into the stone inches away from Daisuke's ear.

Too scared to respond, Daisuke stood there, shivering tremendously as Matt seemed to simmer down. Finally, after what seemed like eternities, Matt released the boy from his death grip, sighing deeply as he pulled him into a fierce embrace. "I'm sorry," he spoke softly, "I'm sorry if I scared you."

"I… I… it's all right," he finally finished, giving up on the use of his voice. Matt's arms tightened around him as he buried his face in the groove of Daisuke's neck, inhaling deeply. It was at that moment Daisuke's entire image of Matt changed. The cruel, heartless leader of the East suddenly became a human. A lost, confused human.

Matt, right in his arms, broke down crying, clutching onto him like a life preserver. As a complete contrast to his skin, Matt's tears were hot, rolling off his cheeks onto Daisuke's bare skin. "I'm so sorry," he apologized again, squeezing him tighter, refusing to let go. There was no motive behind this, no requests or orders.

Daisuke had never pictured him like this. Every time the boy thought of Matt, he saw the Lord of the East, savage and brutal. Cold beyond warming. But now, he just couldn't fit the two together. It was then that he remembered, or became aware of; the fact Matt was once a person. He once had a family that cared for him, people that respected him and friends that would do anything to make sure he stayed safe. What had happened to that boy that lived in bliss once ago? Daisuke had to know.

"What's wrong Matt," he asked softly, inching his way over to the large bed to sit. Matt dug his head closer into Daisuke's shoulder, hugging him as his voice trembled.

"He won't leave me alone… I didn't want to hurt him… but it made me… it made me hurt him…"

"What Matt," Daisuke asked again, this time feeling more in control. He hugged the blond to him as he gently laid his head down on Matt, noticing for the first time Matt's hair was softer than anything he had ever felt before.

"The Darkness… it's not born in people," he whispered, "it's a disease that you catch when you're least expect it and it kills… it kills everything in you… it made me hurt my best friend… the person I loved all those years ago. It didn't want me to be happy or feel. Emotions are a weakness that it prevented me from having…"

Daisuke at this moment had absolutely no idea how to respond. The typical 'I'm sorry' just wouldn't do at a time like this. Daisuke genuinely wanted to help Matt. It wasn't his fault he was like this. It was something else that took control of his mind and warped him into the false creature with a heart of solid ice. Daisuke felt the most overwhelming amount of pity for the dark Lord at that moment.

Empathy was a hard trait muster up for someone who had done the things they did to Daisuke, but he nonetheless felt it. He felt this devastating sense of protectiveness surge through his veins as he held onto the trembling boy, reduced to a puddle of tears.

"I'm so sorry I dragged you into this… I wanted you to be happy here but now it wants you… this disease…"

"Your disease," Daisuke muttered slowly, letting the words sink into his head. There had to be some way to help him in some way. God how he wanted to help him. To wipe away his tears and swear that everything would be better again.

A sudden movement from Matt yanked himself out of Daisuke's comforting embrace, causing Daisuke to moan a little in protest as the pleasant heat that was once between them disappeared. Tears were streaking down his alabaster face, as a sea of bloodshot red surrounded his once brilliant blue eyes. "I don't blame you if you hate me," he muttered, lowering his head in shame.

Daisuke had to very nearly bite his bottom lip to keep from crying. Then, in one intense, pure moment of sheer insanity Daisuke tilted Matt's chin up and lowered his lips to his perfect, porcelain cheek and kissed away a newly shed tear. Matt went completely rigid as his entire body stiffened up. "I don't hate you Matt," he whispered truthfully to the blond as he wrapped his arms around him.

Pulling apart slightly to kiss away another piece of his soul, sanity seemed to vanish between the two boys. One thing lead to another and before Daisuke had even realized what was happening, he found himself on his back, viciously ripping away Matt's shirt, kissing his lips feverishly. He elicited small moans of incoherent jabber as he kiss, nipped, even occasionally licked at Matt, losing himself in the absolute awe raging through his body.

This time, he wanted to be taken. He wanted Matt to have complete control of him and he forgot about everything, not wanting to escape the pure perfection that the one moment seemed the shine. Moaning huskily, he forgot about his uncertain voice, only able to make small purring sounds as Matt kissed a steamy trail down his throat. He never wanted this to end and he thought he would die if it did. The pleasure being to overpowering.

It was that fateful mistake that cost Daisuke his light. With all the force of a charging rhino, darkness swept through him, blanketing every cell in a protective shield. It was then that Daisuke stopped cringing every time Matt's cold body hit his, simply because now his body was just as icy.



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Unbeknown to the Digidestined still on earth, contemplating the frevrent rescue of their courageous leader, the blinking that would have been on all their D3's vanished, never to be seen again. One morning, Veemon just seemed to disappear and most importantly of all, one crest, the crest of Miracles died. Never to be seen again, the crest grew dark, becoming a shade of ebony black. Evil conquering another pour soul.

At first it had been Friendship to fall and the cost had been his heart. An icy claw grasped at it, slowly turning the poor boy into a vessel of pure darkness. Even though he fought it, in the end it had won, just like it always did. And once the dark had him, it became invinsible. Along the way, it trapped Kindness, thus grabbing another victim.

But this time, the darkness left a lasting impression. By taking Friendship and killing Courage, Light dimmed. By taking Kindness, Miracles become trapped and it annihilated Hope. The hope was depleted and all became lost.



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Matt smiled down at Daisuke, pulling up the fluffy collar on his jacket as he pulled him closer. Pushing the fur up a little higher so that it perfectly framed Daisuke's smiling face, Matt sighed. He leaned down, kissing the shorter boy's lips deeply as he wrapped his arms around him only to have the gesture mirrored.

He had truly never felt his whole in his entire life and Daisuke was literally on cloud nine, dazed and utterly content. Kissing Matt once again the shorter boy smiled radiantly, though his once heated body was as frigid as a polar wind.

"Let's go home Daisuke," Matt spoke after a moment of pure silence. "I've missed a lot of people tremendously."

The brunette just shook his head in agreement, letting his face rest against Matt's strong chest. Shutting his eyes, he swore he was living a dream. There was just no way on earth he could feel this happy and alive. But then he remembered that he wasn't exactly on earth and a mischievous smile curved on his lips.

"Digi-Port open," he muttered as the gate to his world opened and he was sucked in, right along with him new companion. Now standing in his room, inches away from his old computer Daisuke smiled up at a misty-eyed Matt, who just looked around, as if remembering everything for the first time.

In hindsight, this entire experience wasn't a complete lose. Something ventured, something gained. Daisuke lost a part of himself that made him stand out. That made him alive. But then, he gained a lover that was exactly the same. So, pulling Matt's face down for a brief kiss, Daisuke sealed the bond that linked them together forever.

"Welcome back."

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