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My heart jumped a little, for a moment, my mind raced to somewhere that felt almost taboo.

I was still too close to Flamedramon's face for my own comfort. His breathing was really getting to me, now that I thought about it he would have never gotten this close to me in this form.

“I'm… I… Could you repeat that again?" I stammered out, my conscious mind alerting me to the fact that my breath likely grazed his face as well.

Flamedramon still had a grin spread all over his face, his eyes slowly drifted down my torso and then shot back to mine. My heart jumped again, was that… Did he just check me out? I almost couldn't stand the tension, until thankfully he backed away enough that I didn't feel like he was poking through my bubble of personal space. His tail began to wag back and forth, very subtly.

“Hmph! Two can play at that game." Flamedramon said with a hint of mirth in his voice.

Wait a minute, he was fucking with me. It made sense now, I had tried to tease him earlier after all.

“Wha- You jerk! That was almost too far!" I was genuinely angry, the situation may have been a joke to him, but to me, even though he was a digimon…

“Aww, poor Davis, thought he was gonna get some tail!" He erupted into a fit of laughter and giggling.

“Whatever." A blush was forming on my cheeks and ears, but I made sure to push past Flamedramon that way he didn't get the chance to see it for too long. At least he wasn't serious about the sleeping together thing.

“Davis, I really do need to sleep with you though." Flamedramon said as his eyes narrowed, gauging my reaction.

I stopped dead in my tracks, I could feel a chill ride up my spine as the last few syllables slipped out of his mouth. He better not be joking again, I'd pretty much had it after that little game he just played with me.

“Why? You seem warm enough." As I asked this, I noted that he was a fire elemental, clearly with the word flame being in his name, so he didn't really have an excuse to demand to get in bed with me. I turned around to face him and put the pressure on only to be caught off guard by the gleam in his beautiful red eyes as they pierced through me, causing me to break a sweat.

“Ouch! You hurt me Davis! You know I can't sleep in this form…" He mocked me by pretending to wince back in pain. I really wanted to punch this smug digimon, but he was right.

After thinking back on all of our adventures in the digital world, our digimon weren't really able to sustain their more powerful evolutions for long. I know Flamedramon was always the one who would volunteer to keep watch at night, but I know now that it was just a front to seem strong in front of us, in front of me…

“I remember now, you'll be Veemon soon, so your heat won't be enough to keep warm tonight, right?"

Flamedramon nodded, his lips curling back, showing a smile that I felt could have melted a glacier. I think he appreciated that I still knew these things from our time together. As we looked at each other, I could feel that tension again, only this time it was more of a feeling that we had an affirmation of how we were still bonded, still close friends.

“I'm going to go run a bath, and take care of some things before we go to bed." I turned away.

Flamedramon raised his hand and began scratching the back of his neck. He scanned the room and walked over to pick up a remote for my family's flat screen, then plopped onto the couch. As he began getting comfortable he spread himself out across the cushions, propping his big feet on the arm rest.

“I'll just watch some TV then… Don't take too long, I wanted to play some games if we have time."

“Sure thing buddy! I'll look into buying ingredients tomorrow, so we can actually make something!"

Flamedramon glanced over at me, at least I thought I felt his eyes on me for a split second. I walked over to the bathroom and turned the tap in my bathtub, and then walked into my bedroom. I began pulling off all my sheets as well as the pillow cases, these would go in the wash so that I don't gross out Veemon with my odor.

“Phew!" I let everything plop onto the ground next to my bed, only then noticing my phone.

It was half hidden under my bed, right next to my porn. I picked it up, but paused for a moment. I trusted Flamedramon, but what if he really did go through my stuff? I looked over my shoulder into the living room through my doorway. Flamedramon was just casually watching some sort of reality show about people trying not to laugh, but he seemed into it. Or at least the back of his head did.

Assuming he didn't just pop into my room like a magician, I could pull out the magazines to see if they were, you know, sticky.

“Better not catch you red-handed, partner." I said, it coming out as a whisper so as not to alert him.

I brought out my whole stash, and after a moment of hesitation, I quickly flipped through every magazine, making sure that there wasn't anything sketchy going on. After the last page had been flipped, I let out a sigh.

“What a let down though." I shoved the books back under my bed, this time much farther.

I went back up to my bed sheets, and hauled them into my arms. Walking out of my room and past Flamedramon I was almost to my washing machine when something made me yelp out. I almost dropped everything, the shock of what I had just discovered, and in the worst way possible had made me cry out. Flamedramon almost jumped off the couch in alarm.

“W-what! Are you alright?" He said with a genuine expression of worry.

I couldn't move, I almost didn't think I could explain what I noticed to him without causing something. As I was frozen there, I could really start to feel what caused me to panic, the sensation becoming more noticeable by the moment. It was a wet feeling, emanating from my sheets. My face didn't tilt, but my eyes sure did, in an effort to keep Flamedramon from realizing that he had been caught, that he had fucked up big time. I knew the consistency of what was beginning to ooze and spread all over my left arm. It would be hard to see the dark patch from the couch, but it wasn't just that which was becoming a problem. Tiny bits of semen were leaking through the sheets and I could feel them sliding down my arm. I quickly forced myself into the laundry room and out of sight.

“Everything's f-fine Flamedramon, I just hit my foot, I'll be okay!" I lied as best as I could.

Still figuring out what to do, I dropped the sheets by the washing machine, and brought my arm up into view. It was worse than I thought, my arm was practically dripping with this shit. My heart jumped again, this time bringing my attention to the now massive dark patch on my sheets. For a moment, I don't know why I even considered it, but I felt I wanted to see what was hiding in there. I took a breath and grabbed my bedspread and slowly unravelled it. Then and there, I came face to face with a puddle of something that was almost too thick to be what I thought it could have been, and there was so much!

“This… This was in Flamedramon?" I was shocked, but also mildly impressed.

It was incredibly white, but not pure white, it had a slight tinge of yellow, which I had heard was normal. For humans. My mind was reeling from the thought that this jerk actually had the balls to let loose in my room, and in my bed sheets! You'd think he would have cleaned up! You'd think he would've…

My heart jumped again, for like the fourth time, and I realized something that made my stomach drop and also made me start to burn up.

“He didn't bother cleaning this up." I said aloud.

Did he want me to find this?

I wasn't even thinking anymore, my hand just moved on it's own.

My eyes widened and I tried to stop myself, but it was already too late. My hand was already a centimeter away, and the momentum was still going before I had noticed. Suddenly my hand was deep in the slick puddle of thick substance. I could feel the consistency, temperature, the texture. It was much too vivid, and it began giving me even more thoughts, like going further. My hand clasped shut, grabbing a decent amount of his cum, and made a squelching sound. It sent a shiver through me.

“There's no way he didn't mean for me to see this, right?" I had tried to reason with myself, but the thoughts were growing stronger.

My closed palm was being lifted up to my face, almost by another's will.

Finally reaching near enough, my palm opened, and the cum began leaking out of my hand. I could smell it from that close to my face, it was very musky, to the point I felt like lurching back at the sudden punch it had introduced to my sense of smell. My eyes were growing heavy; this was becoming too much for me to handle. Any lingering thoughts of stopping however were far gone by now. My mouth had instinctively opened; my body was telling me to cross a line that I wasn't entirely sure of stepping over.

I was so entranced by the scenario that I had only then noticed the shadow of someone stretched out over me and the washing machine, a silhouette that I had realized may have actually been propped there a whole 10 seconds prior to me sensing its appearance. I slowly brought my hand away from my face, and turned my head to see who it was.

Leaning on the doorframe was Flamedramon, who was staring down at me with fascination_._

“What are you doing kneeling on the floor? You look silly." He said almost condescendingly.

I quickly wiped my hand on a dry spot within my sheets, hoping to hide any trace of what I was about to do with his cum. Flamedramon's eyes caught the motion I made with my hand, and his fascination quickly washed away from his face. Instead he had almost seemed disappointed. He opened his mouth as if to say something but it took him a moment to register it.

“You… You saw it then?" A massive blush was forming on his face, and he didn't attempt to look me in the eye.

I was almost dumbfounded. The way he said that, did he really not mean for me to notice that massive puddle?

“Yeah, I… Uh…" I couldn't really find the words to give him.

Flamedramon looked down at his feet, and he began fidgeting, one of his habits when he was really uncomfortable. He walked forward and grabbed the sheets from behind me, and managed to get them all in the washer in one load. He glanced over at me before opening his mouth again in hesitation.

“I must have forgot about this when I was reading your mother's cookbook…" He said as he turned on the machine.

'How do you forget something like a huge puddle of cum in your best friends bed?!' I screamed internally.

Flamedramon turned towards me and tried to look me in the eye but he was still having trouble. I bit my lip as I eyed him, eventually moving my hand over him and grasping his arm. He let out a gasp at the unexpected touch, putting on a smile and nodding his head.

“Are we cool, Davis?" He said quietly as he looked at me for an affirmation.

“You would make an awful roommate Flamedramon." I let out a heavy sigh, wiping my arm again, this time on my shirt. Flamedramon's gaze was on my arm now, his face turning a shade of purplish pink upon realizing I had gotten a good dose of his cum on my skin from earlier.

“I'll… go back to the couch, come get me after you finish bathing." He said beginning to sulk as he exited out of the laundry room.

I walked over to the hamper and grabbed some towels, and shampoo. I was feeling a little hazy after that close call, but even then, I shouldn't have even done any of the stuff I did back there. I don't know what came over me, was I just getting horny after not getting with anyone for awhile, or did I legitimately find my closest friend, my digimon… attractive?

“I'm hopping in now, see you on the other side Flamedramon!" I yelled.

I don't think I'll be getting out of this bath for awhile…

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I jerked upwards, realizing I had almost nodded off while soaking in my tub.

“Maybe I should have used my showerhead…" I said as I looked at my pruned fingers.

While I may have enjoyed the long bath I took, I determined that I may have been a lot faster with showering, after all I agreed to hang out with Flamedramon before bed. I pulled myself out of the tub, and grabbed a towel to dry myself. Wrapped around my waist, I opened the door and walked out into the living room. Flamedramon was still watching TV, but the volume was lower than I remember it being earlier.

“I'll join you in a moment, just gonna get changed and call Kari." I said looking over at the back of his head. No response.

I went into my room and put on a blue shirt and some thin grey sweat pants. I never usually wore anything to bed, besides briefs, but of course if someone is actually joining me in my bed, I've got to cover up. I didn't bother putting on my briefs since it may get too hot when I sleep anyway, but it shouldn't be a problem. As I pulled my sweatpants up, I noticed that I could vaguely see the outline of my crotch because of the thin fabric.

“Uh…" I felt a little exposed, and realized the same thing may be happening on the other side.

Twisting around, I looked down to see the fabric settling in between my ass a bit, showing the hint of my crack as well, the fabric managing to hug my ass all the way down almost reaching the underside of my taint. My face was suddenly burning hot from the realization of being this risqué. I let my mind ponder this for a moment, but ultimately decided that this was just too comfortable to pass up. Besides, Flamedramon knew I was gay, though I didn't mean to tease him, it wasn't my problem if he couldn't focus because of my wardrobe.

“Heh, maybe he might even…" I thought of the possibilities, maybe he'd out himself.

No, I couldn't think of him like that, I knew what happens to people that date or hook up with their friends, and it never ends well. Although, Kari and T.K. have been doing well, but this was…

With that I remember I wanted to call Kari, picking up my phone, I speed dialed her. After only about two rings, she picked up. God bless you Kari, always on point with me.

“Hey stud muffin, did you find Veemon raiding your fridge?" Kari said, nailing it on the head, almost.

“How are you always so right? However, it wasn't actually Veemon."

“Oh, was it your boyfriend? You never told me you were dating again!"

I blushed a little, thinking about how she assumed that it had to have been another boy in my house if it wasn't Veemon, which made me question whether I should actually consider Flamedramon fuckable.

“It was Flamedramon, actually… I want to ask you something about him." I had hushed the last bit.

“Sure, is it about how awkward he's being? He hasn't seen you for so long, it's understandable."

“No, no, it's… he's… flirting with me… or flirting back… I think." I said, listening to see what her reaction would be.

I wonder if she would condone me and Flamedramon, or hell, Veemon for that matter, I mean they are the same person, just smaller body or bigger body. But then Veemon is basically a child form so isn't that basically child molestation? My heart sank as I realized how complicated this could become.

“I think you should talk to him about it, this may be something I can't help you with."

I looked down at the floor, coming to the conclusion that this really was a predicament that no one would be able to help me with. She was right again though, the only way this would work out is if I brought it up with Flamedramon, or Veemon. That's when I knew what to do.

“I think I've got an idea, I'll figure it out, sorry for getting you involved in that…" I said quickly, thinking of changing the subject.

“No worries. By the way, T.K. found Patamon in the trash out back behind my brother's apartment. He was trapped in a garbage bin…" Kari said while also letting out a loud sigh.

“Flamedramon was planning on baking tonight, but I think you and me can go grab ingredients for him tomorrow that way we can all make something together at my place."

I looked out into the living room where Flamedramon was laying down, and noticed his head was tilted down.

“Hey, I'll have to call you tomorrow morning or something, got to get ready for bed Kari."

“Alright, I may just drop in then. Later!" Kari hung up as fast as she picked up my call.

I got up and sauntered over to the couch, looking at the kitchen timer. It was already 10:40, and I recall getting in the bath roughly an hour ago, seems I may have been too long. Turning my head to look at Flamedramon, I saw that his breathing was shallow, and his eyes were shut tight. Damn, I was still wide awake.

“Hey, Flamedramon!" I called to him, but he didn't respond.

As I stood there above him, I began getting another weird feeling in my stomach, like butterflies. I looked at his peaceful expression as he slept, and my eyes made a trail down his stomach, his crotch, and then his feet. Every inch of him was toned, and I was getting a little light headed just creeping on him. I began to get those thoughts again, and without even thinking about it, I placed my hand on his arm.

“Hey… Flamedramon, you still all in there?" I said as quietly as possible.

I knew that what I was doing was pushing it, but if he had woken up right around now, I could try to play it off as just waking him up. But I didn't feel the need to. In fact, I was hoping that I didn't. I mean, what's better than having a naked guy completely draped over your couch so deep in his dreams that he can't even-

“Ah!" I brought myself back out of the haze, noticing I was almost drooling.

What was going on, he's… he's a digimon for crying out loud.

Gazing down at him, I suspected this may be my only chance to get a good look. I knelt down, and slowly, very gently, held his hand in mine. Inspecting him like I was some kind of doctor, I brought his hand up to my face. The warmth coming off of him was excruciating, and for the first time I had noticed that he had a particular smell to him, similar to the cum that I had found earlier, but much less potent.

I saw that he was covered in tiny scales, so tiny in fact that they weren't very noticeable until now, and the texture was almost like a smooth velvet, a leathery feel. I touched the tips of his claw-hands, whatever they were called, and noticed they were smooth as well. I examined his claws, and there was no dirt or anything on them, he probably took care of them when no one was around. I placed his hand back beside him, and then dared to do something else.

I began rubbing the palm of my hand over his chest, ever so lightly, hoping not to stir Flamedramon from his slumber. He elicited a small moan, which caught me off guard. I was glad he was enjoying this as much as I was. I trailed my hand down his stomach and onto his hip, looking closely at his crotch. He had a decently sized sheath there, and an opening I presumed was there for… reasons. I had never seen it before since I never bothered looking at him down there, but also because I hadn't really thought of him as attractive back then. I thought about touching it, but that wasn't something I had in me, I was already going too far, I didn't want to wake him up by sticking my fingers all over his weird cock sheath.

I let my hands glide up and down his thighs, and making my way down his calves I eventually held his big feet. They were strange, like a set of paws, but… dragon paws. The pads were so soft, and I couldn't help but put a bit of pressure on them, they were so pliable. I heard Flamedramon elicit yet another moan, but only this time much more pronounced.

“Well, well." A smile crept along my face, had I discovered the makings of a foot fetish?

I had decided that this was far enough, I had indulged myself more than I had expected I would. I would need to ask him about his feelings towards me anyway, better to keep the good stuff for if he actually liked me, and was willing to let me explore him. It was time to enact my plan, my plan to ask him when he was at his most innocent and truthful. When he was Veemon. As far as I knew, Veemon was always awful at lying to me, probably because he was always trying to impress me so much, but now that I think about it, he could have actually had feelings for me back then as well. Only one way to find out.

I got up, and grabbed Flamedramon's shoulders.

“Wake up you twat! It's almost 11:00, I need to go to bed!" I said as fiercely as I could.

Flamedramon's eyes snapped open, and he got up twisting his head to look at me so fast I thought he would get whiplash. I let go of his shoulders and grabbed him by the hand, pulling his ass off the couch, and began dragging him while he was still in shock to my bedroom. He was looking at me with an expression of curiosity.

“What? Why are we going to bed?" He said almost disappointed.

I ran out to grab a pair of spare sheets, seeing as how I forgot to throw mine in the drier. Coming back into my room, I managed to put a spread over my mattress in less then 10 seconds, new record I mentally noted to myself. I picked up two pillows and threw them on my bed as well. It would have to do.

“Whenever you want to de-digivolve, please do so." More of a demand than a request.

I jumped into my bed, eagerly awaiting but also feeling my courage slipping away as I anticipated his return to Veemon form. He stood there for a moment, looking down on me beside my bed. A smile curled on his face, turning into what I thought was a leer if I could have seen any better in the dark room. His tail began wagging again, but this time it wasn't the least bit subtle. He slowly leaned onto the bed, and crawled his way up to me. Flamedramon laid himself next to me, pulling me into his chest. I didn't really know what he was doing, but I was still waiting for him to become Veemon, so I could sort things out. I was getting rather hot being held by him, so I finally spoke up.

“You're too hot when you're Flamedramon man, you think you could hurry up and-“

Suddenly everything stopped moving for me. My breath hitched and I couldn't move my arms, my hands, anything. His face had moved so fast I couldn't react; his muzzle was a mere hairs length away from my mouth. He let out a soft breath, which caressed my lips. My eyes were locked onto his for what seemed like forever. What felt like a whole minute may have been only a few seconds, but it was so hard to keep track in that moment. I was about to pull away, when Flamedramon suddenly said something that made everything crystal clear to me, and melted any willpower I had left to stop this.

“Good."

And with that, I found I was the one crashing my lips into his.