I Am Not the Fucking Gay

by:InsanoFreakChild

Dedication: To BobtheDemiGod! - Just for You!

WARNING: YAOI Lemon in this chapter! no like no read!

Disclaimer: I don't own digimon

To my fans, if any of you are still out there: Why you kept pestering me with reviews, I don't know, when I was obviously retired. So here I am, with a brand new spankin chapter. We had a fun time all those years ago, fans. But all good things must come to and end. Here is your final chapter of IANTFG.

Sequels will come if I'm motivated. But I offer this up to you in hope for redemtion. Can you forgive me?

Chapter 14: Why did I ever doubt you Ken? Of course you're a guy!

Pressed up against the clueless brunnette, Ken felt a feeling of nostolgia. 'Watching you squirm is soooo delicious...' He had said to Daisuke when he had masqueraded as the Kaizer. It was true, though. And Ken wanted to see Daisuke squirm again. Sliding his tongue over Daisuke's neck, barely acknowleding Daisuke's words, " Getting a little fiesty there, eh?" Ken pushed his hardening arousal against him. Daisuke blinked in shock, but otherwise did not respond to the action. "Daisuke?" Ken murmered and nipped roughly at his ear.

"...Yes?" Daisuke replied hesistantly with a shiver.

"I'm gonna make you scream... okay?" Ken murmered, wanting to see what Daisuke's reaction would be. Ken slid his hands over Daisuke's chest, lapping at his neck.

"What!" Daisuke's eyes widened with shock and confusion. "What are you-" He was cut off as Ken's hands grabbed the sides of Daisuke's head, pulling him into a deep kiss. Ken nudged, tasted, and nipped roughly at his lips. Daisuke couldn't stop himself from moaning softly as Ken's tongue entered his mouth and explored it throughly, caressing it roughly. Tasting Daisuke was pure bliss. His taste was rich and sweet, like chocolate. He couldn't get enough. His tongue met Daisuke's and drew it into a rough and sensual dance. His tongue entwined with Daisuke's in battle, a hand on his thigh, and his burning erection crushed against him, Ken needed no encouragement. Breaking the heated kiss, he got up from the couch and tugged Daisuke up. "After tonight, you'll have no doubt in your mind whether or not I'm male..." He breathed.

"What...?" Daisuke, drunk off his ass, had not a clue what was going on other that Ken felt good and his dick ached. Unconciously, the brunette licked his lips. It took all Ken had to not fuck him right then and there. His room, they needed to get to his room, a safe place to fuck. Ken was losing his rationality.

"Come with me." Ken urged and literally dragged Daisuke into his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He grabbed the fuzzy headed boy by his collar and forcibly pushed him to the wall, pressing as close as possible as he heatedly kissed Daisuke. Daisuke's head was clearing enough so that he could begin responding properly to Ken's minstrations.

Hands grazed over each others bodies, the bodies themselves crushed to melt into one. Tongues grazed bare flesh, teeth bit in. Daisuke whimpered at Ken's rough touches, but was soon panting for more. Clothes were stripped off piece by piece, no longer needed and long forgotten. The world spun away and all that was left was hunger and the warmth of flesh. Ken was soon entering Daisuke, pressing in deeper each time. Beneath him, Daisuke squirmed and moaned, his back arching off the floor. Soft coos and sounds of pleasure escaped his lips breathlessly. "Ken..." he called, wanting more, no matter how much it hurt. And hurt it did. Tears in his eyes, he trusted his hips upward to meet Ken's body. A low groan from both of them, blood form only one. Ken began to slip back into his own tendencies at the first sight of blood. Breathless and in awe of the beauty before him, he worked his need inside Daisuke in a frenzied state. Whimpering and whining, Daisuke could only plead for more. Because all else, it made him feel alive, made him feel so good. The pleasure was more than it seemed he could handle, pain was only a pale shadow of feeling in comparison to the intensity of pleasure.

Finally having his Daisuke, Ken couldn't be happier. Dreams, dreams do come true. "I've needed you like this for so long Daisuke, how could you know what it's been like? Can you feel it? All the pain I've been keeping inside from being so close and yet so far from you...' Distant thoughts, distant memories, none that mattered, or withheld in the presesnce of this angel beneath him.

Ken pressed in rougher, deeper. Daisuke then did scream. Loud and high, clinging to Ken for support, nearly doubled in pain. This was esctasy.

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Yamato thought it was funny in a way. How Taichi always pretended to care. He was such a hyprocrite, openly hating gays yet trying to convince Yamato that he was okay with him. Some friend he was, showing up only because their friends made him. What was the point, when there was obviously no point of them being together, or even as close as they had once been. There was a time when they both knew everything about each other, weren't ashamed to show emotion for each. It seemed like Taichi had been leading him on all along. The fool probably got some sort of sick kick, screwing with my emotions like this, Yamato figured. Pulling out another knife from his drawer, he drew it across his wrist instantly, He didn't care if Taichi had made it out of the house yet. He could wait no longer.

Taichi leaned against the door for a moment. He didn't want to break Yamato's trust by just breaking in. Besides, he couldn't hear Yamato crying or anything, so maybe he really was okay. Maybe the knife was on the bathroom counter for a different reason... After a moment's hesitation, he heard a soft thud. Curious, he began to open the door anyway. He began to mumble to himself, "Dammit, Yama, you better not kill yourself, you..." He stopped in midsentance. Yamato lay before him on the floor, his arms covered by and gushing blood. How Yamato managed to do so much damage in so little time, he couldn't imagine. He didn't have time to ponder this though. His Yama's life was on the line right now.

Sated, satisfied. Daisuke lay curled up in Ken's arms. Ken's harshness had melted away with his release as well with the sweet beauty of Daisuke's exhuasted face. Ken leaned in and kissed his forehead tenderly. "You okay, Dai-kun?" He asks affectionately.

Daisuke nodded, his words full of trust and loving care, "M' fine... you.. you boy were wonderful..." he breathed, sexy without meaning to. Ken smiled and brought him close, nuzzling his neck.

"I love you, Dai-kun..." It had to be a dream. Ken had to be dreaming.

"Mmm-hmm" Daisuke replied sleepily. Ken didn't want to wake up from this anytime soon.

T.K was sitting in his living room, watching TV and eating icecream. More specifically, he was watching the news, a spoon of icecream in his mouth. He sucked at it idly as he watched curiously.

"Only an hour ago, a terrible ten-car collision occured on this busy Tokyo street. Luckily, help was found very soon. Only 6 were injured, and the rest survived with only minor scrapes. However, 2 of the injured were burned severely when their car lit aflame. " On screen a man walks over to her and says something inaudible throught the television. She looks distressed. "Apparantly the couple couldn't make it and were... pronounced dead only several minutes ago... They were identified as the Ichijoujis. Whereever you are Ichijouji Ken, my heart goes out to you tonight..."

T.K. blinked in shock at the odd newsreporters manner, before her news actually sinked in. "They're dead... Oh Ken..." His hand shaking, he put the icecream down and reached for the phone. Why did he have to be the bringer of bad news?

With Ken's and Daisuke's love newly found, can they uphold to this tradegy?

With Yama's life near to ending, will Taichi be able to overcome his stubborn denile?

Will T.K. even do anything else in this story.

Find out in the outstanding segual.

YES! I AM A FUCKING GAY!

Insano.