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Leomon, the brave Champion and protector of Primary Village, walked upwards along the steep path towards the summit of Infinity Mountain. The massive landmark composed the center of File Island, where the Digi-Destined were said to have appeared. The saviors of the Digital World were mere children and Leomon knew he had to come to their aid before the forces of evil overtook them.

He heard from other various digimon he met along the way and those In-Training digimon from Primary Village meet the children. It seemed like he kept missing them before they moved to a new area. But these children were resourceful and their digimon partners courageous to face the evil digimon they encountered. He heard echoes of their victories from the good digimon controlled by the black gears.

The black gears. The lion beastman tightened his hammer-sized fists recalling the havoc they caused in corrupting digimon and changing their allegiance to the forces of evil. They were beginning to become more of a threat as the number of incidences increased. While finding the Digi-Destined was his top priority, a close second was to find who or what is responsible for the black gear menace.

A whirring sound slicing through the air echoed in his ears. He looked off to the side of the mountain and saw another one of those damned gears flying off to another sector of the island.

"So it's as I thought. They seem to be coming from Infinity Mountain. If I can find their source, there may be a way to stop them."

"Not likely." A malevolent voice echoed.

"Who's there!? Show yourself!"

Leomon drew his short sword from the scabbard hanging from the rear side of his belt. Readying his sword ahead he took a defensive posture, trying to pinpoint where the voice came from.

"Put that toy away. You can't hope to defeat me," the mysterious voice said in reply. "Instead, join forces with me and be my second in command. Together we can conquer the digital world!"

Leomon bore his teeth with a rumbling growl but chuckled on the inside. To seriously think this stranger is offering such a grandiose promise was utterly laughable, let alone misinformed. Apparently the stranger didn't know who he was.

"I'd never do that! What makes you think I'd accept such an offer?"

"Because..."

Leomon's hackles raised when he heard the voice come from behind him. He jumped forward while twisting in the air to land facing his new opponent. He was a lanky figure covered in what appeared to be a very tight, form fitting leather body suit. He was standing in a relaxed position with arms crossed upwards, which, given how disproportionately long they were compared to his torso left an unusual sight. However, his form held dangerous power despite his appearance. The sinews tensing right beneath the numerous leather belts covering his well-muscled body heeded that assurance.

"I am Devimon, supreme ruler of the demon underworld. You must obey my every command!"

"I've never heard of you. State your purpose here! Do you have something to do with the black gears?"

The devilman smirked. "The black gears are not important. What's more important is that the Digi-Destined are here and I need you to destroy the entire group."

"The Digi-Destined are here!?"

That was all Lemon needed to know. He will need to meet up with them soon, but not before taking care of this evil digimon.

"Destroy them!? How dare you threaten the Digi-Destined!" Leomon withdrew his sword and roared out his signature attack as he threw a right jab forward. A glowing energy blast in the form of a lion's head flew from his fist careening towards the fallen angel digimon.

"Fist of the Beast King!"

Devimon smirked again as he phased through Leomon's attack. He immediately vanished into thin air, leaving his opponent baffled.

"Please! I am not requesting your cooperation, I am demanding it! Now prepare for the Touch of Evil!"

Devimon's phased hand shot out from underneath Leomon and struck him in the back with claws outstretched. A crackle of dark energy sounded when the devil's claws pierced through Leomon's golden fur and skin.

"Aaaaaah!"

Leomon screamed out in pain. The penetration of Devimon's piercing claws only gave way to the shock of energy that ran through his body. The claws felt like some sort of nail conducting electricity that was convulsing his muscles and shutting down his mind. This was bad. However, Leomon was a seasoned warrior and protector of the weak. Despite the intense pain, the beastman used every bit of strength to power through his increasingly numbing body and swung his sword behind him.

Devimon was caught off guard by Leomon's resistance to his attack. He pulled his claws from the vaccine digimon's back but was nicked by the sword before he was able to phase through the attack. Angered at the injury, Devimon withdrew his arm completely and disappeared again. Leomon may have been able to stave off his attack, but he knew the lingering effects will soon be his down fall. He just needed the proper perspective.

Leomon heavily panted and struck his sword to the ground to use it for support. The sting left from Devimon's claws was biting but nothing he couldn't handle. Besides, the numbness was starting to dissipate from his back and replaced with a rather pleasant warming sensation before fading. He'd have to be careful. His foe was far stronger than any he had ever faced. With the ability to vanish like a ghost, he would have to plan his attacks carefully.

"Only an evil digimon would stoop to such underhanded tactics. Mark my words. I, Leomon, will make sure your end will either come before my fists or at the end of my sword."

Devimon reappeared a few meters away. "Come now Leomon. You call me a coward and yet you attacked me without warning? You're just as evil as I am."

The lion growled at those mocking words. His foe was twisting the situation and spouting nonsense. Of course he was not evil. But then again, it was not very noble to strike without making his intentions to fight known. Leomon felt that pleasant warmth briefly come back at that spark of doubt.

"I'm no evil digimon! I fight on the side of good! And I'll prove it by slaying you Devimon!

Leomon charged forward at Devimon with his sword brandished to the side. He jumped into the air and held his sword overhead slicing it downward. Devimon disappeared yet again and Leomon's sword clanged when it struck the hard stone of the mountain.

"Coward! Is that the only way you can fight? By running away? Face me like a mon!"

Devimon's clawed hand reappeared from the ground and struck the sword sideways before disappearing again. The claws crackled with energy when it did. Leomon felt the shock again even through his weapon, almost losing his grip on the handle. This time his left hand holding the sword felt a little warm after the brief numbing sensation.

"You have no right to make demands of me! You can't even touch me and I can strike you from any angle. Your only hope is to fight me head on and you're trying to hide your weakness through name calling and deception! Who is the evil digimon now Leomon?"

Leomon snarled, as he was at a loss for how to counter. Devimon was right. Why was he resorting to cheap tactics like he claimed the virus digimon was doing? He was at a disadvantage and the longer this fight dragged on, the less likely his chances of winning. But he had to win- to protect the Digi-Destined. His motives were good so that didn't make him evil, right?

Leomon was conflicted in his own thoughts that he nearly didn't block the outstretched arm coming at him from the side. Leomon braced himself as Devimon's claws struck his sword and crackled with the dark energy again. This time Devimon grabbed onto the sword and continued pushing back when the vaccine digimon was struggling to get a foothold on the rocky ground. Devimon phased up from the ground and stood while pumping more energy into his attack.

Leomon's face grimaced as the familiar pain returned. However, it felt less than before and the numbness was more adding to sluggishness in his movements and now his mind. In fact, the warm tingling sensation was beginning to intensify the longer he defended the attack, feeling more and more pleasant.

"But I can see that you are hesitating now, aren't you? You may tell yourself that you're fighting on the side of good, but you know deep down that my words are true."

It can't be right? He'd helped so many digimon in the past. He protected the young ones of Primary village from evil digimon. He was their protector, their champion. That was his role, but now he questioned it. What if it was all an act? What if he wasn't fighting for good?

The dark energy continued to clash with Leomon's sword while it arced through the hilt and to stun him. The warm feeling from his back started to move up towards the neck and the one coming from his guarding hand travel through his arm into his chest. His arms started to slack and he panted from the exertion of fending off his enemy's constant pressure. He saw Devimon smirk again and Leomon's eyes narrowed as he snarled.

"Raaawr!"

Leomon jumped back while slicing back. However, he didn't realize how much of Devimon's attack fatigued his muscles and numbed his perception. His slightly weakened grip on his sword came loose while he jumped back. He panted heavily. His muscles ached on the landing and for a brief moment gave out to drop on one knee. Devimon held onto his sword.

"You know you are evil Leomon. Even if you won't admit that to yourself, your body already betrays you. You let me take your sword away from you. Isn't that right? Why continue resisting?"

Leomon felt the pain slowly subside. The warm heat that continued to build was causing more fatigue than he realized. Yet it was oddly pleasant- more than he cared to admit. However the numbness was taking longer to fade away. The exertion from the struggle and prolonged exposure to the virus' attack made his limbs feel heavier. Leomon staggered to his feet. Thoughts coming slower as he tried to figure out a way to beat Devimon without his sword. But why was he trying? Maybe he didn't want to win. After all, how could he lose his only weapon so easily?

"That's right. Just accept it. There is nothing wrong with being evil. Just like there is nothing wrong with being good. It's just the natural process of the digital world. The fact that there are vaccine and virus type digimon prove this." Devimon gave a wider smirk at seeing the Champion start to lose the fierce resolve in his eyes.

Leomon's vulnerable ears flicked back and forth taking in Devimon's words, much like his mind questioning the purpose of his mission to find the Digi-Destined. Maybe Devimon was right. Maybe he was an evil digimon but he knew he desired peace in this world. That was why he made the hard and lonely path to digivolve into a Champion. The warm tingling grew warmer and travelled farther along Leomon's body as he stood lost in thought, listening to Devimon's words.

"Besides, what have you to gain by being the Champion of this small island?" Distracted by self-reflection, Leomon's warrior instincts failed to even register that Devimon phased out only to reappear right behind him.

"You take on the problems of others and trouble yourself with solving them. You have nothing to show for it except for their supposed respect and admiration. But you know the truth," Devimon spoke accusingly. "When have they ever offered to help you with your problems? Would they come to your rescue if you needed them?"

Leomon never thought of that. He was always ready and willing to help other digimon if they were in trouble. He couldn't remember the last time they helped him. But then again, when was the last time he needed help? Just as that Leomon considered that question, Devimon brought his elongated arms to either side of the confused lion man. He opened the palm of his hands and had his claws a hair's width above Leomon's head. The familiar wave of dark energy surged from the claw tips and hummed in a low hypnotic pitch.

That's right, Leomon thought_. No one was ever there for me. Just like now when he needed to find the Digi-Destined and stop all the menace of the black gears._

Even at this revelation he felt strangely calm, and at peace like a wave of acceptance and relaxation washed over him. The warm sensations he felt earlier from Devimon's attack came back, but much more pleasant. He now noticed the warmth coming from his back started to spread. The warmth gathered in his head and chest like he remembered soaking in the hot springs near Infinity Mountain. He breathed deeply. The tingling sensations sparking in his head as it traveled down through his spine, exiting into his groin. It had been a long time since he felt this relaxed and off guard; so much so that the warmth and tingling was creating an unintended effect. The warm and tingling sensations went directly into Leomon's groin. His plump sheath and heavy balls twitched from the stimulation. Hi thick cock head slowly peaking from its sheath to form a sizeable bulge in his tight pants.

"But you are not alone Leomon. I understand the façade we play as powerful digimon at the top. Being the leader is a lonely role to play. The world is cruel but it works for both sides. The only reason digimon fear evil is because we take control of our own destinies. We fight to the top so that the cruelty of the world doesn't touch us again. But you have to face it daily by being benevolent and reminded when those digimon you swore to protect won't reciprocate in your time of need."

Leomon gave an unconscious, slight nod to those words. Devimon did understand. It was lonely being the protector in the eyes of everyone. So much pressure and expectation to be the strength and hope that no one probably thought how he felt. Devimon expressed his feelings just like that with only having just met him. Maybe that's why Devimon said he was evil. Maybe he was just trying to play the good guy so he could fill the loneliness inside. But now he knew that was a lie. He was still just as empty as he was before he digivolved. Being the Champion was his only purpose in life. What was he fighting for now?

"I can see you have more than one unfulfilled desire Leomon," Devimon spoke in a deeper more seductive tone. "Now do you see the error of your ways?" The demon digimon stopped the dark energy he was sending to wait for the lion man's response.

Leomon was still processing what was essentially the nullification of his lifetime of good deeds. He couldn't comprehend that it had all been a waste. The internal turmoil began to rise as he was no longer under the influence of Devimon's power.

"N-no... why are you doing this...?

Devimon grinned as he heard Leomon was nearing his breaking point. All the beastman needed was another push and soon, he would have a loyal servant to carry out his plans for digital domination. He brought his hands down from Leomon's head and moved his arms to wrap around Leomon's muscular, shallow breathing barrel chest. His long arms had Devimon's elbows down to Leomon's knees as he opened his palms. His left hand moved to the right of Leomon's upper pectorals, while the other to the left of Leomon's waist, across his abdomen. His claws spread apart and made firm yet gentle pressure into the lion's fur and skin.

"I merely seek change for this world. I can see how lost you are and I can help you Leomon. Help you to be free of the illusions you've put yourself under all your life." He channeled his dark powers back into his claws as he slowly raked across Leomon's body. The seductive act overloaded Leomon's already compromised mind; assaulted from both the mental and physical levels left him completely vulnerable to the demon's lies. The pleasure that erupted from those simple motions stroked a long forgotten fire. The tempting, dark powers that Devimon was using to corrupt his mind felt like an irresistible flame coaxing his primal desires.

"You've been trying to find your purpose in being the Champion for the weak. But I know your true purpose, and your body knows it as well. Your mind is just slow to catch on. Do you want to know? To know your true purpose Leomon?" Devimon's claws stroked across the ridges of Leomon's steel hard abdomen. Every bump along the flesh sparked more desire in the lion. One of the claws on his right pectoral reached his rock hard nipples. The moment the claw crackling with energy touched his nipple, Leomon's eyes widened in ecstasy. An uncontrolled moan flew from his mouth.

"Y-yes! Tell me!" Leomon stammered, his mind enthralled in the wave of corruptive pleasure Devimon was giving him.

"Very well."

Devimon increased the power to his touch while using his right hand to slice Leomon's pants open. His servant's thick cock jumped, fully engorged and free from its sheath as a thick jet of precum shot out an impressive distance.

"My special attack is called the Touch of Evil not because I make digimon obey my every command." Another lie, but Leomon was far too gone in his Master's control to have cared. "I open their minds to reveal to themselves who they truly are so they can fully realize their true potential and purpose."

"And your purpose, Leomon," Devimon grasped Leomon's jumping cock with hand and claws, "is to become my complete and obedient slave!"

The full force of evil power crashed into Leomon's overly sensitive member. The pleasure rocked Leomon's mind, becoming completely blank in that moment, ready to receive any and all commands from his new Master. His body just responding to its Master's touch by roaring out loud the pleasure it felt as it reached just beneath the plateau of orgasm.

"You were born from this digital world to serve me. Your purpose is to carry out my will and obey my every command. You will serve me in any way I see fit."

Devimon pulled close to Leomon, pressing firmly up against him. The power in Devimon's claws on Leomon's chest grew in intensity- no longer satisfied with raking across his slave's chest. The claw tips of his index and ring finger pressed squarely into both nipples.

Leomon now could feel a growing hot spire of flesh poking at the small of his back. His heart raced. His mind clouded in pleasure. His oversensitive body spasmed from the influx of corruptive energy. His cock grew thicker and harder than he had ever felt.

"You are my slave! You are my tool! Your purpose in life is to obey me! You were born to serve me! Accept this in your mind and repeat this out loud! Submit and surrender to my power! Become my eternal slave!"

Leomon roared and moaned hotly.

The need Devimon awoke in him consumed his body and every thought. The claws on his chest pressed even deeper. The dark energy fiercely shot into him violently to his very core. His nipples diamond hard and very sensitive to each and every shockwave that went into them. The hand around his pulsating cock squeezed intensely. His body produced copious amounts of precum that impossibly covered his cock and his Master's hand in a glistening coat. Wave after wave of dark power flooded into his cock with every squeeze- every one like a mini, mind shattering orgasm. He couldn't comprehend anything but obeying his Master. He finally discovered his purpose for being.

"Y-yes M-master!!! I am your slave! I am your tool! I was born to serve you! My only purpose in life is to obey your every command! Please claim claim me as your eternal slave!!!"

Leomon's mind and body sung with burning pleasure upon speaking those words. It felt like a weight had been lifted. His mind was free from his former self to entirely submit himself completely and utterly to his Master. His eyes bulged out at the sheer bliss of power flowing from his Master into his body. What broke him from his reverie was a prodding at his lips. He saw Devimon's cock phase from right beneath his mane- thick, pale skinned and demanding entrance. Leomon had no mind to ever resist his Master ever again. He opened his mouth and the cock pushed in swiftly, filling out his entire mouth. It throbbed quickly and hotly. The pulsing sensations in themselves seemed to addle his mind.

"Yeees Leomon! Accept your new life as my slave! Now for you to Taste of Evil!!!"

Devimon screamed as his orgasm quaked from hearing his slave's verbal submission. He unleashed his full demonic powers as it shot like lightning through his claws and into the depths of Leomon's code. Devimon's cum burst forth from his cock to deliver his corruptive virus directly into Leomon who willingly swallowed every blast his master gave him. The viral cum infused with the vaccine type digimon, corrupting his code at the most fundamental level.

Leomon roared in abject abandon. His Master's Touch of Evil surged through into his chest and infected every part of him. His mind fully sunk into His Master's power. His convulsing cock grasped by his Master's vice-like grip had his muscles locked. One long blast of his cum spewed out in one continuous stream, seemingly endless like water coming from a hose. His balls continued to drain and empty. He was in a state of extended exhalation as even his basic instinct of breathing was being overrode by the impossible bliss at being claimed by his Master.

Leomon became light-headed and the vision from his eyes was failing him. It was small consolation that he was able to stay conscious until his Master finished infusing him with his viral load.

---

A short time later.

Devimon stood at the top of Infinity Mountain, surveying the landscape that was the beginning of his domain. The black gears he sent to separate the island will make it much easier to defeat the Digi-Destined now that they were separated.

"The Digi-Destined survived our first encounter, but it won't be the last. I can promise them that. They must not interfere with my plans, they must be destroyed. Will you do this for me Leomon?"

"Your every order... I shall obey."