Love in times of Peace.
This is a request for Ryouseiken (DigiArtistsDomain.org forums).
Non-heard, unofficial warning: If you are bothered by adult themed material or do not wish to read about two fictional characters having an intercourse together, then I suggest you go away and never touch this story. If you are below 18 years of age, then scram, I don't need parents telling me to stop writing this, if you aren't allowed to read, then don't.
Official Warning: This contains Yaoi, anal, 69 and romance (Eee-yuck).
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Love in times of Peace, by DragonMasterX.
It was a warm afternoon in Odaiba. The urban town was enveloped in a swirl of soft breezes that carried several pink petals of the cherry flower blossom, reminding everyone that it was spring. The season of love and promiscuity as many would put it; and the sweet scent in the air only served to see an amplified feeling of relaxation in the hearts of the tranquil population.
Maybe too tranquil.
Somewhere above the second floor was the Kamiya apartment, where a lone soul sat to observe a typical pleasant day in town. A sigh left Agumon's muzzle as he leaned onto the balcony's armrest while standing on a chair to compensate for his short stature. His mind kept wandering off to an emotional subject that filled him with undesirable melancholy: His thoughts on what the future had in store for him and his lack of exercise in the last months.
Inter-worldly peaces reigned over the human and digital realms, what with the combined efforts of every digidestined made into one in order to purge evil that threatened to consume all, action wasn't a recurring event in his life anymore.
Agumon sighed again. He knew he had to feel happy that their struggle had paid off, but something was lacking. Something he couldn't yet elaborate on. It had been years already, and everyone had somehow moved onto something new. Davis and Veemon had really kicked off with their noodle stand and his chain was skyrocketing with profit for example, and in a similar way, everyone found their differentiated vocations. Agumon found it hard to swallow when he heard a mon of action such as Veemon had reduced himself to a noodle cook and vendor, but he seemed happy with it; Agumon just didn't understand it. The yellow dinosaur was used to danger coming at from every direction, fighting battle after battle in order to preserve the peace, but now that it had been achieved, what was left there for him?
As his eyes wandered off to the busy mobs of people underneath, he noticed that the clusters reminded him of the brief time that Tai and him had decided to spend a couple years in the Digital World in order to help rebuild what had been destroyed during the struggle.
The Digital World had taken bad hits, and the populace that had not been driven mad and reverted into a wild state of killing everything in their way to feed had formed a group of resistance dubbed Anti-Regression Team, or A.R.T.
The moment Tai and Agumon heard of them, they both joined the team to provide assistance. With their help, A.R.T. was able to stand a chance against the barbarian groups of bewildered digimon who had been lost to the anxiety and despair of their wrecked world. Many were the brave soldiers who lost their lives in the process of fighting the wild ones back while saving those that could still be saved.
Tai wasn't the only human there with Agumon. The A.R.T. had been formed by digimon and humans alike wanting to rebuild that which had been broken. With their renowned prowess in battle, they had been assigned to assault teams.
Agumon's eyes were confusing the mobs of people below with the squads they used to oversee or the amount of refugees they had to escort during or after a mission. A figure that until then had been presenting itself as a blur transported Agumon back to the past.
And there he was, overseeing rows and columns of survivors of a razed town being escorted outside after the wild ones had been laid to rest. With his eyes he exchanged looks with a soldier that was following the former home prisoners. They smiled together, basking in the soothing feeling of a victory with no innocent casualties.
The Commandramon known as Rykir by his human partner was one of the heaviest hitters in A.R.T. and he knew it. Much to everyone's surprise, however, he was a gentle soul outside of battle, a firm believer that peace can only be attained by the same way war is started, but someone who deeply cares about his friends and has a strong sense of duty towards those that cannot fend for themselves. Agumon respected him greatly, but in reality, it was Commandramon who had been inspired by the former with his valiant display of courage in the battlefield when he saved the world along with the rest of his team.
Agumon remembered Tai talking to him then, but his eyes weren't able to pry themselves off the saurian commando. It was when Rykir left to continue his escort that Agumon recalled Tai's words: "I'm glad this is finally over." Agumon's eyes had widened and his pupils had shrunk as the reality kicked in at that moment. The phrase "This is over." rang in his head several times. That was right, that had been their last mission, when all the insecurity of the Digital World had been finally purged.
And Agumon, and A.R.T., they weren't necessary anymore. Like any work group, once the task was completed, it was dissolved, and the members scattered and were free to do what they wanted in life. But Agumon... someone who only wanted to devote his life to fighting to protect... With nothing to shield, what would he do?
There was Rykir, but... how would he feel about it? No. The Commandramon was one of the few friends that understood him best aside from Tai, and with them being digimon that was another kind of special relationship. He didn't want to ruin it. He would have to search for a place to belong elsewhere.
As the last soldier left, Agumon remembered Tai's hand patting on his shoulder and then the flashback ended. Agumon was back in the apartment, "Rykir... I wonder if you're coming today...?" the yellow reptilian asked himself, musing over what he had planned for the day.
Tai and Rykir's partner had exchanged contact information during their stay in the Digital World, and in one of the Instant Messenger chats they had had together Agumon learned that Rykir had decided to stay in the Digital World as one of the many guardians it supposedly needed. After a couple years though, it just was obvious that protection wasn't needed anymore. Every digimon was living with the same level of peace humans were enjoying, the Commandramon and the rest of the self-appointed guardians did not have any more use.
Agumon had always been faithful to Tai. Best friends as they were, the dinosaur had forgotten his fantasies and feelings in order to loyally follow his partner back to the real world, but the lax years had not come alone. Agumon's brain and heart had been feeling incessantly appalled by the thoughts of the Commandramon and what he had left behind. Agumon wasn't even sure if Rykir had been thinking about him and their adventures together during his time with the A.R.T., but there was this insisting gut feeling prodding his very core, telling him to do something about it. Yet, Agumon was never able to really make his mind about it.
Until today, or to be more precise, a couple days ago. It was then that Agumon asked Tai to help him with the computer messenger to get Rykir's partner to call the Commandramon to the real world on his request. With Tai's parents away for work, Tai and Kari in their respective college courses and Gatomon off for a Date with Veemon, Agumon knew the apartment was his.
Rykir was going to come, and they'd be able to get privacy. Agumon was interested in catching up with his old friend, but his anxiety was eating away at him as he thought the insisting on the other urge might screw it all up. "I've to calm down... He can't see me like this or else he'll think I've gone nuts," the saurian told himself, breathing in and out to relax. A beeping sound made his eyes widen though; that's right, Rykir was going to directly transport into the apartment via the computer. Maybe that was him!
Agumon dropped the chair in place and rushed for Tai's room, where his recently-upgraded PC stood on a snack-littered desk. The monitor was flashing a bright white despite the power not being on. A smile broadened Agumon's eager face as he knew it was someone who was coming from the Digital World.
The flash got brighter and brighter until it practically engulfed everything in the bedroom for a brief couple of seconds. When it vanished and Agumon dropped his arms from in front of his eyes, he was able to make out a black silhouette in the white background. After the brightness had completely faded, Agumon saw him.
Rykir was just like any other Commandramon: A rookie dinosaur standing no taller than three feet and was covered in a pixilated layer with camouflaging capabilities under his commando getup; the M-16 assault rifle he usually carried with him was holstered on his back this time. The t-rex looked at Agumon with a firm smile, "It has been some time, Agumon."
"Rykir!" exclaimed Agumon full of joy. The yellow digimon nearly pounced the military, embracing him with a pincer hug to his neck. "Been-some-time!" he laughed, groaning in the struggle, knowing Rykir was prepared for it and was struggling to keep him back.
"Hah!" the Commandramon spun, bouncing Agumon off him before he rested his claws on his waist, "That's one shoddy way of greeting, badly executed too."
Agumon grinned, "You haven't changed one bit. Always over-analyzing stuff," the dinosaur rolled his eyes with a scoff, but smiled as a blue claw was held out in front of him. Agumon returned the firm smile and shook hands with him.
"You look fine, Agumon. Good to see you again," Rykir nodded. Agumon returned it and made a gesture for him to follow. Agumon lead him to the kitchen and offered him a seat at the side table. "This place looks nice. Your partner Tai sure has some sense of style."
Agumon tried to hold his laughter back as he rummaged through the fridge, "I think you might wanna think that through again," he poked his tongue out jokingly as Rykir blinked in confusion, "This is his parents' house. Tai is just in college, remember?"
"Right. I never actually got to ask Tai his age while he was in the A.R.T." the Commandramon said, looking over the fridge with hungry eyes as he patted his belly. The trip to a terminal that could bring him directly to Agumon's place had been longer than he might've wanted it to be.
"You must have a Leomon in your belly, I can hear it growl from here!" Agumon laughed, making Rykir blush and deflate. "Don't worry! We can make sandwiches. And there's some coke here, too. Have you had it before?"
Rykir silently nodded. Agumon took care of the rest.
The males snacked on sandwiches and drank coke while all the time they exchanged stories, if any, the few they had. There wasn't much to catch up on, even if years had passed, nothing which they had done in that span of time had been of any worth to note. Both knew what each other like to hear, but with Agumon being in the real world with Tai and Rykir being in the digital world trying to help rebuild what had already been saved, their chat was often met with dead ends and awkward silences, not knowing how to continue.
Agumon swallowed the last chew of his sandwich and washed it down with a gulp of coke, "Ah..." he sighed, closing his eyes, "Things just haven't been fun lately, Rykir..."
"I hear you," Rykir mellowed, ruffling a claw through his short and spiky orange mane. The helmet and rifle had been left at the seat of a chair next to him. "After the A.R.T. dissolved, the Digital World turned into a Yawn Factory to me. I... I can't believe I'm saying this, but I wish there was a war."
Agumon blinked. He wasn't as surprised by his sudden comment, but the fact he had almost forgotten how pretty and daring Rykir's hair looked like. Rykir became wary of the silence and looked in Agumon's way with a blink, making Agumon blush and avert his gaze elsewhere. "I've also wanted to go back to the Digital World. I'm used to fighting all the time and being here I feel... oppressed, sort of. I... I'd love to go back and fight, along with you."
Rykir nodded, but then a smirk came to his face, "I'm afraid we're not the types to instigate a war just for sport, anyway" he then laughed. Agumon laughed after him, although it was half-hearted.
"Y'know," Agumon insisted, "I've been wondering..." but he stopped.
The awkward silence almost made Rykir jump, "What is it, Agumon? You can tell me."
Agumon stuttered, gazing over Rykir while gulping. The words he wanted to say didn't come out. "How was life there after A.R.T., Rykir?" he nervously asked. How pathetic for the Digimon of Courage, he thought.
Rykir shrugged, "It quite literally became a 'Land of Happiness and Prosperity'," the blue reptilian quoted with his fingers to indicate sarcasm. Agumon's nervousness vanished as he heartily laughed.
"I guess you just can't win them all..." Agumon commented, making Rykir chuckle a bit. It was rare to see that in a generally serious mon. It made Rykir look even cuter and Agumon's heart beat faster.
Somehow, the dinosaur had to say something. Agumon got down from his chair with Rykir following him. "Hey... uh..."
"Yeah?" Rykir blinked, walking in Agumon's direction to get closer. "You look like you're shaking. Something wrong?"
Agumon couldn't believe it. Before, he would only chart it, at the most, as sexual attraction, but right now, after years of meditation, of constant pondering and memory revisits... He felt different. "It's just, I feel... uh... How do I say it..." he twiddled his fingers.
"Wait a minute. I know what's going on..." Rykir folded his arms. Agumon's eyes widened and his claws halted, "...You're coming down with a cold, right?"
Agumon nearly lost his balance and fell. The yellow reptilian shook his claw dismissively, "Nothing like that. I'm alright."
"Well," Rykir paused, still looking serious "You really don't look your usual cheery self."
Agumon knew he was very near to blowing it all. He had to gather his wits and just do it! "That's right. What's better? Him believing you're a total weirdo or him at least knowing how you feel?" he told himself while he recalled each and every time they had helped each other during missions, showing each other their passion to help others, displaying a sense of duty for others, and for each other. But now it wasn't about duty, it was time to be selfish. "Rykir."
The Commandramon was unsure of how to respond, he scratched behind his head in wonder and let Agumon continue, blinking in confusion as the yellow mon got closer and closer.
"I... I've been thinking about you all this time," Agumon started, swallowing, but trying to keep his eyes trained on his friend's "I... Ugh, forget it. I don't know what,"
Rykir interrupted: "Me too."
"What?" Agumon blinked.
"I've been in deep thought these last months. There hasn't been anything else to do, really," Rykir answered, blushing a bit as he rubbed behind his head. "I've been thinking about you."
Agumon fell into deep silence. Rykir seemed to be embarrassed as his cheeks blushed so brightly that his pixilated layer could not hide it, but continued. "I don't know, it's odd. When I'm bored and don't have anything to do, I usually try to recall enjoyable memories. Our operations, for instance..." he paused, frowning. "But they always divert to you and your image. I don't know what that means..."
Agumon stuttered, a soft gasp of surprise and bewilderment leaving his maw. So he wasn't the only one feeling it? "Rykir..." Agumon deeply inhaled, "I've been feeling the same. I... I think I love you."
Rykir's face contorted into a mellow. "Agumon..." the Commandramon was suddenly looking baffled and unsure. Agumon noticed how much more adorable it made his friend look, but Rykir seemed unsure. How much, though? There was only one way to find out. Agumon already had stepped through the hell, now he was going to knock on heaven's door.
Rykir seemed to fall under the effects of paralysis as Agumon proceeded to softly embrace him in his large arms and kissed him deeply. Their lips connected, Agumon's eyes closed while Rykir's widened like plates. Rykir didn't fight back though, Agumon was being gentle and his claws were soothingly rubbing his back, enough to coax him into an almost submissive state. Tension slowly faded away as Agumon added slow lip rubs against the Commandramon's. Rykir's muscles relaxed, his eye lids slowly falling like curtains to cover his eyes.
It had been an alien feeling until now, but with this proof of gentle love, Rykir was sure this was what had been bothering him until today. He had been badly wanting to be held and for once to forget about all else that there was in the world, and just focus in relaxing. It wasn't about peace or war what he was looking for, it was reassurance, some place to belong to. Agumon's arms were that reassurance, and his side was where he belonged to.
Agumon couldn't believe how smoothly it was going, but then again it only was intensifying all he had ever felt for Rykir. Feeling the Commandramon practically melting in his hug, the yellow saurian went for the next step and literally invaded Rykir's maw with his tongue, thrusting it against his friend's. They moaned as a wet kiss initiated, their passion and lust for each other starting to combine into a wonderful, overpowering feeling that made them even more eager to see it all through. Rykir was as convinced as Agumon now, their tongues intertwined in a hot and wet wrestle that none were making an effort to win, or lose for that matter. Their lips locked for a few minutes while Agumon's claws roamed and caressed Rykir's back, his fingers draping over the sturdy material of his armor. Their kiss briefly ended when Agumon wordlessly began pulling the Commandramon's armor off his body.
After managing to get the commando suit off, Agumon's eyes feasted on Rykir's natural bright scales without the pixilated barrier to ruin that beauty. "It's the first time I see you without the camo stuff..." he smiled, Rykir blushing, but with a smile this time. The Commandramon's tail began idly wagging as Agumon complimented his looks. In fact, the more he did, the hotter he started to feel. Rykir felt his crotch twitching, his pouch was beginning to open an horizontal slit from where his member was poking out.
Agumon didn't miss sight of it for all the digi-noir in the world, though. As he looked down, he saw an awfully thick saurian penis growing larger and harder; it turned Agumon on to see Rykir aroused, his own less thick but longer length starting to take some spotlight as well.
"Hey, Rykir..." Agumon snickered a bit, "I've an idea. We're both horny, so I'd like to... you know."
Rykir smiled, "Stop acting like a shy virgin. You were the one nailing most of the girls during A.R.T.!"
"Yeah, but I didn't love them," Agumon's smile broadened. Rykir nodded back at him, "But before we do that, let's get some foreplay done!"
"Always liked fooling around before actually doing the deed," Rykir grinned, sitting down on his butt, his erection standing at attention.
"Trust me, you're gonna love this," Agumon walked up to Rykir and gently pushed the Commandramon down on his back, stepping his feet beneath his head before shifting and dropping to his hands next to his hips. Agumon's cock was facing Rykir and vice versa. Rykir instantly was taken by Agumon's musky scent and moaned as his friend nuzzled at his erection.
"I-I've never done this before, Agumon... not with another guy..." Rykir confessed, but Agumon understandingly looked back with a sly grin.
"Don't worry, neither have I. But I figure since I'm a guy, I know what I'd like" he winked, going back to nuzzle the Commandramon's rigid penis, his reptilian tongue slipping out to caress the length.
Rykir moaned louder, his eyes half-closing as he again felt confronted by Agumon's long pecker. It wasn't as thick as he was, but it was generously longer, Rykir guessed it measured up to eight inches. With his arousal though, Rykir didn't know what to do other than start with what they were supposed to do. Opening his maw slightly, he experimentally began rubbing his tongue against Agumon's shaft, eliciting a moan from the yellow digimon.
"That's good, Rykir..." he moaned. Without making him wait anymore, Rykir bravely wrapped his long tongue around Agumon's dick before sucking it in his mouth. Similarly, Agumon engulfed all that Commandramon cock into his large maw. The males tasted each others' meat and the pre the pair of cocks was oozing; they couldn't believe how delectable it was. Agumon's pre tasted like a salty and spicy treat, while Rykir's leaned into a weirder combination between sweet and salty. Agumon's mind fought hard to try to register the exotic, indescribable flavor into anything he might've tried before, but it failed; it was unlike anything he had tasted before. And he wanted more.
Rykir continued suckling, followed by the eager Agumon. They put more and more effort as their arousal grew with their pleasure, the harder they sucked, the louder their muffled moans were. Agumon's suction seemed to escalate in strength at a faster pace though, Rykir was going to come soon. Not wanting to fall behind, the blue reptile reached up with a paw and began fondling Agumon's nut sack, lightly squeezing the balls in his careful grip. Agumon groaned in response and lightly humped Rykir's muzzle, who giggled in amusement.
Rykir groaned and tightened his lips around Agumon's shaft as his orgasm hit him hard. With a muffled yelp, the Commandramon began pouring hot jizz into Agumon's awaiting mouth, who wasn't far from his own climax. Agumon began cumming just as hard and Rykir got his treat. The lover mons eagerly drank and sucked harder for more until they felt they had milked each other.
When it seemed like they were spent, Rykir let his arms drop and Agumon rolled to the side to prevent falling on top of Rykir. They were panting, a blissful smile planted in their muzzles. Rykir nodded to Agumon as he began spreading his legs. Agumon took a cue and stood up, moving his tired body over Rykir. "Rykir... I'm going to take you, alright? I want to make you feel good, I want to feel good... I want us both to feel it."
"Agumon, I want that, too... I want to feel like you're the one for me, please, take me!" Rykir begged. And Agumon obliged. In one swell movement, Agumon's cock was pressed against Rykir's, but then the yellow lizard got another idea.
With a smile, Agumon reached under Rykir's thighs and began using his strength to pull the Commandramon's leg higher and higher until his feet could rest at Agumon's shoulders.
"Ahhh... this already is feeling good..." commented Rykir as his eyes sensually narrowed. Agumon returned the same stare, keeping an arm on his left shoulder for support of both of them as his right claw went for his own erection. Agumon pointed it down at Rykir's hardened buttocks.
"It's going to feel a lot better." Agumon closed his eyes to savor the excitement before he softly began pushing his hard cock into Rykir's tight hole, spreading his buttcheeks apart with his red pecker. Rykir's eyes screwed shut as his anal virginity was taken away, his once untouched tailhole starting to stretch as the intruder made its way deeper inside. Rykir moaned louder as pain began to register in his brain, "C'mon, Rykir... take it... take it, for me..." Agumon encouraged. The Commandramon swiftly nodded, clenching his fangs together as he tried to resist, few trickles of blood mixed with left-over saliva and cum starting to ooze out of the small indentations between the shaft and the pucker. Agumon groaned as he stopped half-way in and then began slowly retreating.
The action gave Rykir a moment of reprieve, which he used to adjust to Agumon's size by wiggling his ass. Comfort was something he was not going to get on his first time, but he wanted to enjoy it because he knew a first time would not be repeated. Rykir let out a yelp when Agumon went back in, Rykir's half-hard dick picking up another erection as it bounced with Agumon's second insertion.
The duo began moaning louder as Agumon backed away yet again, then went back inside. The process was repeated several times until Rykir's frown had been replaced by a lustful expression, Agumon having kept his eyes on it all along.
With Rykir ready to really take it, Agumon then removed his claw from his shaft and put it on his right shoulder for extra support, "Here I go, Rykir..." he announced himself before he began thrusting in and out with more strength and speed. Rykir moaned louder, but this time was out of pleasure. Agumon's pre-cum was working like a fantastic lubricant, allowing a smoother penetration. Rykir could not talk; his cock was twitching, begging for forsaken attention.
And Agumon continued picking up the pace. It wasn't long before their second orgasm started building up, Agumon had managed to hilt his cock three times already, and Rykir had taken them all with a smile in his face. They were ready, Agumon was thrusting with aggressiveness now, and Rykir was accepting all his love and passion. Nothing would stop the digimon lovers now, and Agumon was going to make sure they cummed at the same time.
"A-Agumon..." Rykir frowned again, "I-I can't take it anymore, I'm about to... to...!" he growled. Agumon wasn't able to reply with anything short of a pleased growl. The pent-up seed that had remained was gurgling and sloshing in their balls, it was ready to be released. And without any further wait time, the males roared each others' name up and came like a river.
Rykir felt the sticky seed rushing deep inside of his tight anus, making him shiver since it was his first time, but he fully enjoyed it. He let go. And with that, his cock began ejaculating all over Agumon's chest and under-chin. Agumon felt the wet sensation of the Commandramon's seed on his face and proceeded to lick it, smiling to Rykir as they exchanged looks. Words weren't needed; all had been said and done already.
They were made for one another.
The End.