Saga awoke to the feeling of something cold and sharp pressed against his throat.  He froze, looked up at the Digimon who had him pinned, and let out a shaky breath. Even in the dark the jagged curve of Gulusgammamon's grin was equal parts disarmingly attractive and intimidating.

     Gulusgammamon had perched himself over the taller Digimon, nearly straddling his waist. He laughed quietly at Sagamon's expression as he took in the situation he found himself in. They were a bit separated from the others, but not nearly enough to avoid waking someone by even speaking too loudly.

     Their relationship had been kept secret for images sake, surely Gulus hadn't forgotten that? Sagamon opened his mouth to say as much but the playful smile dropping from Gulus's face silenced him. Alright, no words. Saga's beak clicked shut, the noise loud and jarring in the silence of their hideaway. Gulusgammamon melted back into his typical sly attitude, watching Saga's face as he pushed back his tattered blue cloak 

     It's a simple program that hides most Digimon's modesty. The fact that Gulus had deactivated it and let his partner have an eyeful of his exposed -and visibly aroused- slit gave no doubt to his intentions. Saga glanced at their sleeping comrades and tried to sit up in a moment of panic. The dark dragon flicked his tail to catch Saga’s bare chest, the barb pressed against his sternum and holding him firmly in place.  He made sure he held the vulture’s undivided attention before removing the weapon with a disappointed frown. Gulus enjoyed his power, but if his partner wasn't willing… 

     Saga slowly made himself vertical, gingerly bringing his beak to Gulus's cheek in an almost-kiss. His hands found the taper of Gulus's waist and pulled him down to close the distance between them. Willing, yes. Just cautious. A dark chuckle rose from Gulus's throat as he draped his arms over Saga's shoulders. He could work with that.

     Gulusgammamon quickly re-established his dominance, a thickly clawed hand finding itself buried in the feathers around Sagamon's thin neck. He leaned in -and up- pressing a kiss under Saga's jaw. He felt the other Digimon tremble under his grip and knew he was putty in his hand. He wanted to laugh at how easy he was, but instead chose to drown the chuckle in another kiss, and another- open mouthed and greedy as he nipped his way down from jawline to clavicle. Saga drank in every touch his champion offered. Gulus took his sweet time, waiting for his partner’s eyes to flutter shut in bliss. Drawing his fangs down from feathers to bare skin, Gulus gleefully sank his teeth into the tender flesh at his shoulder.

     Saga's eyes flew open as the pain made him gasp. He looked down at Gulus only to find his beak secured in Gulus's hand. Right. Satisfied, Gulus knelt forward, a hand smoothing over Saga's belt to find the tent straining against the rough linen of his breeches. He let his warm palm graze over the tip, keeping the vulture pinned under his gaze alone.

	Sagamon is a very reactive partner, something GulusGammamon loved playing with during their trysts.  Every touch, kiss, and bite kept him crooning and begging for more.  Forcing Sagamon to remain silent this time was the fun part for him, but the pleading he saw in the vulture’s eyes made him consider mercy.

GulusGammamon ran his tongue over his teeth in thought.

	…Before reaching down with a ruby claw and tearing a wide hole in the front of Saga’s pants.  The look of arousal and blatant indignity Gulus received as a reward were well worth it.  The bird’s tall, tapered cock stood proud and weeping, a slick blue-violet that stood out against the black scales of GulusGammamon’s thighs.  He thumbed over Saga’s exposed head and felt the taller Digimon shiver under him.  He was being good.

	Gulus drank in the sight of his disheveled partner.  He was blushing, obedient, raven feathers mussed and ginger hair strewn about.  He was going to enjoy this immensely.  Sitting forward he put a hand on Saga’s bare stomach for balance and slid himself down- letting his wet slit kiss his partner’s tip before letting the length find a home between his thighs.  The growl he elicited from Saga fell on his ears like music: Strained in his attempt to remain silent, low in frustration, rumbling in need. Good.

	Gulus ignored his body’s need for the moment.  After all, he had been ignoring his body all day.  Every time he saw his tall, jovial, twink-ass lover he felt like he was being unfairly teased.  The dark one was going to enjoy his revenge as slowly as he damn well pleased.  

The cold of their hideaway clung to Gulu’s scales and chilled what warmth the moisture of his arousal may have added, making the vice of the dragon’s strong thighs the opposite of the humid warmth Saga craved.  Gulus moved just enough to rub his scaled slit over Saga’s length and back, letting his shaft press against and part his lips.  Each stroke warmed Saga all over again, bringing him nefariously close to climax.  Each time, Gulus would still and wait for the twitching heat he had trapped between his thighs to calm.  The third time he denied Saga what he wanted, he lifted himself just out of reach.  The vulture’s cock was covered in his champion’s juices, freely bouncing with only his tip grazing GulusGammamon’s pink slit.

The opportunity the frustrated bard had been looking for, actually, as he reached forward to take the dragon’s hands in his.  Distracted or simply amused by the romantic gesture, Gulus didn’t expect his hands to be pinned to the floor beneath Saga’s hips.  Neither did he expect Saga to thrust up and into him, filling GulusGammamon entirely.

“FUCK!” He gasped, immediately holding his breath with wide eyes as they both listened.  No one stirred, far as they could tell.  Letting himself relax, Gulus met Saga’s eyes and saw a very rare piece of he bard- the defiant, the stubborn, th-

Saga interrupted such thoughts with another upwards stroke.  The strength of Gulus’ smooth thighs was nothing like the feeling of filling the dark one’s molten hot core.  Yes, finally, he felt bold enough to take what he needed.  What they both needed, as was made clear when GulusGammamon began grinding himself down onto his partner’s length.  Saga watched him crumble under his own desire, head bowed and shoulders shaking as he rocked himself on Saga’s lap.  It was only moments more before Gulus was riding out his climax through gritted teeth.  It was all too much for Sagamon, who finally found his own release deep inside his champion, feeling the dark one’s innermost walls squeeze him of every last drop.  

The weight of GulusGammamon laying atop him wasn’t unwelcome after that.  The ‘Dark Conqueror’, the ‘Jet-Black Champion’, simply huffed a satisfied smile into Saga’s chest and let his cloak fall over them both.  Sagamon stayed awake for a while longer, enjoying the best part of their little trysts:  His cherished, beloved champion able to be happy and at peace.  The dreaded morning would arrive eventually, and it would be back to holding up appearances and planning out their little war.  Morning wouldn’t be able to take these moments from him.

	Black Galgomon’s ear twitched.  The click of someone’s claws against stone irritated the rabbit awake.  Did they have any idea what time it-

	His eyes caught a glint of gold in the darkness as his leader walked by.  He was going in the direction of whatever nook that irritating bard had carved out for himself.  

Oh. Oh no.

BlackGalgomon silently met eyes with another of the two dozen fighters trying to eke out a night’s worth of sleep in the dank little cavern they’d found. The Black Tailmon Uver sat up in his bedroll and blinked at him in agreement.

It was a beautiful night to spend sleeping under the stars.