...And He Jests at Scars...

By: DigistarDBZ


(Author's note: This is the sequel to "A Lesson to be Taught", so if you haven't read that one yet and jumped ahead, I warn you that some of the situations might be unfamiliar to you. But, if you just came here to enjoy some good, hardcore yaoi (That's boyxboy luv in Layman's Terms), by all means proceed.)
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"You seem to have regained some of your composure. I assure you that what LadyDevimon did with you was strictly out of pent-up hormonal surges," He heard a familiar aristocratic, pompus-toned voice ring out as the door opened again. "Tsk,tsk,tsk. Such horrible wardrobe. Now how do you suppose the costume department gave you such..rags?"

Myotismon glared at the figure floating in. "How about... you. You and your ambush... all because-"

"All because you ran away from a bird in a cowardly retreat!!" He interrupted, circling around the bed as if pacing, making Myotismon's already aching head spin more. "You realize that an early stage exit is NOT tolerated, no matter WHAT the reason."

"Feh. I'll have you know that I had them on the ropes- it wasn't until the Crest of Love glowed did I underestimate the Digi-Destined's power."

"And THAT was your first mistake." the voice said as two white-gloved hands pulled back two pairs of gleaming swords. Myotismon's eyes widened in shock. He knew that he wasn't going to kill him- he was too valuable for the search for the Eigth Digi-Destined! But still, it seemed that a hand had gripped his heart and held it tight. Then... the figure dropped the swords to the ground, each landing with a loud "KLANK" on the cold metal floor.

"...Lord Piedmon? Y..you aren't going to kill me?" Myotismon said, trying hard to swallow back the fear that slowly slid up his throat. Piedmon chuckled a bit and held his gloved fingers to Myotismon's bloodied chin, eyeing him with a look of... lust?

"Of course not- how did you EVER get that idea?" Piedmon grinned, taking a deep breath. "But you must realize that you still must be punished." He slowly started to nuzzle Myotismon's ear, whispering the last bit: "And between you and me, this is a quite formal punishment compared to what I have done to others in the past." This sent chills running down Myotismon's spine, trying his hardest to get away... Goddamn locks... he thought as another bite of pain hit his side.

"I believe this show is about to begin... I suppose I *should* let you out of those uncomfortable things, now should I?" Piedmon waved his hand and Myotismon felt a sudden drop from the wall onto the soft bedding underneath. At least I'm out of those things... he thought as he sighed, but that same bite of pain hit him again- only this time, more intense now that he was free.

"Now then... for your first lesson..." Piedmon started, taking Myotismon's weak, trembling hand in his. Slowly stripping the glove off Myotismon's hand, he slid it down on his lap as he sat down. "Loosen these for me."

"Wha... WHAT??" Myotismon screamed in shock, trying hard to ignore the stab of pain that hit his side.

"You heard me. The only way you are going to learn from your mistake without being killed is to do what I tell you. You will see what I mean afterward."

Thoughts and choices raced through Myotismon's mind. 'If I don't do what I say, he could kill me anyways- no! He wouldn't do that because of the Eighth Child... I know how to get there- but... he might go himself and kill me for being incompitent-- what will I do? This is INSANE!!'

"I'm waiting, Myotismon. Are you going to follow my commands or not?"

He grimaced as he tried moving closer. "Y.... yes... Lord Piedmon..." Moving as fast as his aching body could go, he unfastned the belt buckle about Piedmon's waist, having to open his crushed red velvet jacket to unfasten the tiny button on the green waistband of his pants.

"You can't possibly go any slower, can you?" Piedmon remarked sarcastically, taking ahold of a sheet. Foul words entered Myotismon's mind, but he dare not say them, for it would mean certain death anyway.... Once he was finished, Piedmon stepped out of the long, thigh-high boots he wore, letting the puffed up olive green pants fall without interference. Long, skinny legs covered by pitch-black stockings led up to an ivory-blue pair of boxers- already hiding a slightly large bulge. 'If I know Piedmon, he was planning this since I got here...' Myotismon thought with sickened look in his eyes.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Intermission?" Piedmon remarked coyly, smirking. Myotismon shuddered slightly and slipped his cold, bare hand in the silk-textured boxers, gripping his hand on the hot, hard organ inside with a bit of hesitance.

"Yesss... now use that prissy little mouth of yours and put it to another use besides draining women...." Piedmon murmured, a slight groan coming from the pit of his throat. Myotismon grimaced as he took it and tried his hardest not to get the pale member caught in his shap fangs- he would do it if he had a choice, but this was Piedmon... if he tried anything foolhardy, Piedmon wouldn't hesitate to kill him. Slowly and carefully, he traced his tougne across the head and down the shaft, trying to get at least half of it inside...

"The WHOLE thing, Myotismon- must I repeat myself?" Piedmon mumbled again, a thin veil of sweat collecting on his flushed cheeks. Fighting the choking feeling that ached his throat, he slowly pushed the whole eight-inch length inside his mouth, taking extra care that the rest didn't get cut... "I expect you to pleasure it like nothing else... and when I climax, I expect you to swallow ALL of it... do you understand..?" Piedmon smirked as his breathing quickened. Myotismon could only nod slightly.

'It's close... I can feel it surging...' Piedmon was never the kind of person to simply scream out in pleasure if aroused enough, you would think. He *did* want this so much, and what better opportunity to let it all go than when there was failure? He shivered as there was more suction on the sensitive organ, feeling the blunt ends of teeth graze across it. That was all it took to cause a mind-bending orgasm....

Before Myotismon could react, bitter, yet saline-like fluid shot like a bullet into his mouth, causing a coughing reflex that spewed a little out of his mouth. "Remember..."

" Yesf.. all oph ih..." Myotismon said as he closed his eyes and swallowed, his face contorting at the bitterness that now flowed down his throat. "Are you satisfied now?" Myotismon sneered. What he got in response was wild, barking laughter that rang at the back of his ears like an echo.

"Oh, so naieve, Myotismon... We're just getting started... Time for our second lesson: Failure hurts." With that, Piedmon snapped the dual belt buckles on Myotismon's back, and slowly slid the torn midnight blue pants down his bruised, bloodied legs. 'Well.. he's already hard- he'll want this just as bad now..." Piedmon thought with a grin.

"You're not going to do what I THINK you're going to do..." Myotismon thought as his eyes widened. As if in response, he was flipped onto his sore stomach, feeling Piedmon's shallow breathing on the back of his neck.

"It's the only way to teach cowards like you... after all-- you DO need discipline for your actions, right?"

"Yes.. Lord Piedmon..." Myotismon murmured, a cold, fearful sweat starting to drip from his paled face. He herd a low chuckle as Piedmon reached over on the side of the bed and pulled out a small tube of something... 'Just my luck... an aphrodisiac to get him hard again...' Mytoismon thought in disgust, thinking on how this would've never happened if the Crest of Love hadn't glowed... But there was no time to think... no time to look... No time to do anything but...

"GAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" He let out the loudest scream of pain he ever emitted in his life as Piedmon rammed himself in, muttering some inaudible things in the process. Pressure.. and the size of what was being pushed inside him seemed to force long streams of tears down his face... 'No!! I can't cry! Crying is for the weak!! So.. why the hell am I crying?!? I'm sure I've felt pain worse than this!!' he thought in the smeared recesses of his mind, his eyes nearly blinded by pure pain. 'Yet...' more words formed in his mind. 'All of this seems strangely....erotic in some way... NO!! This isn't pleasure!! It's rape!! I know it is!! But I still feel pleasure... whether my mind wants to or not...'

"You certainly not one to keep quiet in these sort of matters, are you?" Piedmon remarked in between puffs for air, grasping at Myotismon's sides for balance as he continued slamming in him. "Oh, I forget- you're the one recieving this. How can there be SUCH a typo in this script?" He grinned maliciously as the painful screams of Myotismon echoed in his ears, the sheer thought of reducing him to tears bringing more loud chortles from his throat. "Oh, I am having SO much fun! And you should too, if you weren't such a wet blanket!"

"St...t...op..p.. stop it.... p...p..pleassse...."

"What? Oh, I didn't hear you. Such is the toils of war!" he cackled as he rammed again, causing Myotismon to scream so loud, a mirror shattered in the other room. He screamed until his voice was hoarse and sore, and bearly made out Piedmon's familiar cackle as not only unconsciousness hit him, but also that bitter, stinging seed....

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'Torture... the worst torture in the universe... pride shattered, powerless to do anything... just a pawn in his game... why?? Where can I find myself again? Where can I find the power to be who I REALLY am?'

"You're awake, sir. I was worried you wouldn't come out of that..."

His eyes slowly blinked as he glanced around- it was his castle... everything looked familiar again... and she was there, dabbing a cold washrag on his head, her sparkling blue eyes staring at him, full of genuine concern and life...

"Artisan..." he murmured as he tried to stay awake. "Kabukimon..."
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