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WARNING!

The
following fic you are about to read is a lemon. No, not lemons as in those
little yellow sour fruits to make lemonade, I mean lemons as in a fanfic which
also contains adult material of sexual orientation. I.e. people having sex. If
you cannot stand to read a fanfic which has characters of digimon having sex,
then you should probably leave right now because you are either too young, or
you're one of those people who thinks that having sex is evil and that we'll
all be roasting in the fiery furnaces of blackest hell. (Blackest Hell!
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!) Whatever it is though, if you're still here, that means that
you are mature enough to handle reading digimon characters gettin' their groove
thang on. Aw heck, I might as well stop talking because you've probably
scrolled down already in order to get to the good parts, huh?

Gee,
thanx fer caring about my feelings, you barbarians.

Disclaimer:
All characters, unless otherwise noted, are copyright of TOEI. Don't think you
can make any fast cash by suing me, boowie. I'm flat broke :(

Many props to Kitsunemon, my
dearest and most loving of all friends, for helping me with this story. For those who are offended by incest, I am giving you this
ONE WARNING to turn back now. If not, then you have nobody to blame for seeing
this fuc but yourself. Any and all flames will
receive a prompt �Fuck You, bitch-ass.� In return.

Enjoy
the fic. J

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�A
Reason For Crying�

By
The Infamous Boss Reo

It was a quiet Friday night.
Yamato stood at the stove in his apartment�s kitchen, busily mixing frozen
vegetables and meat in a large wok, stirring it around for the night�s supper.
Tonight was a special night; Takeru was visiting for the weekend.

Yamato always looked forward to
these rare times. He remembered being able to spend all the time with him when
they were together in the digital world with their friends. But as time
progressed, however, they seemed to drift apart. No doubt his little baby brother
was busy, though he couldn�t really say that his own life was perfect.

The rest of the small apartment
was empty; their father had been called out to go on assignment with a news
crew, being that he helped run the television station. Now it was just him, for
the time being.

The would-be chef quickly flipped
around a few pieces of chicken within the wok, putting the finishing touches on
the evening�s dinner. As he filled up the two dinner plates at the table, there
was a sudden knock on the door. Smiling, Yamato walked past the window,
catching a glimpse of the falling snow that had arrived with that time of
season.

Peering through the eyehole of the
front door, Yamato smirked as his younger sibling stood just behind it.

�Who�s there?� he called out.

�It�s Takeru!� was the reply.

�We don�t have anyone here named
Takeru.� Yamato answered back.

�Onichaaaaan!� the young Takeshi
boy whined. The older sibling grinned slyly, unlocking the door and pulling it
open.

�Oh look!� he said, �There IS a
Takeru!� Laughing, his young brother quickly wrapped his arms around him.

�It's so good seeing you!� he
exclaimed. Yamato smiled, hugging him tightly against him for a good long
moment as he kicked the door shut. Takeru happily closed his eyes as he feel
himself held by his big brother, just like when he was so much younger.

�I missed you.� He sighed.

�I missed you too.� Yamato smiled.
As he held his little brother, he looked down a little, as if feeling like he
was doing something wrong.

�Well, I got dinner ready for us.�
He said, quickly dismissing it.

�Great,� Takeru giggled, �I�m
starved!� he sniffed the air a little, catching the pleasant aroma of Yamato�s
freshly prepared meal.

�What are we having?� he asked,
sitting down at the table. The older of the two siblings ran over to the
kitchen, placing the rice cooker with additional rice in it on the table along
with both plates.

�Chicken Teriyaki with fried
veggies and yellow rice.� he said, �You�re favorite, right?"

�Leave it to you to figure it
out.� Takeru blushed. Yamato chuckled lightly, sitting down with him as they
started eating. After about a half an hour of chatting with full mouths, Takeru
sat back in his chair.

�Delicious.� He said; his stomach
healthy and full, �Your cooking�s improved.�

�You think so?� Yamato asked, blushing from his sibling�s
comment. He leaned back in his chair, just looking at his little brother.

�Yeah,� Takeru smiled, �it�s really good!� he noticed
Yamato�s gaze.

�So� um� How are things with you
and Sora?� he asked.

�Mmmm, not good really...� Yamato
answered, shaking his head a little, �I don't think we're all that compatible,�
he sighed, lowering his head �probably won't last...�

�What's wrong, Onichan?� Takeru
asked.

�It's... nothing really...� he
said in a broken tone. He was feeling a little nervous as a bit of sweat
appeared on his forehead.

�O�Onichan?� Takeru looked at his
brother with concern. His older brother looked away.

�It's... a lot of things
actually...� Yamato said, looking away, �Don�t worry about it.�

��Okay�� Takeru nodded.

Finishing dinner, Yamato got up to
wash their plates. As he did, Takeru sat at the couch, watching TV, waiting for
his big brother to finish. By the time he was done, Yamato still seemed to have
something on his mind as he joined Takeru on the couch, remaining a bit quiet,
but constantly glancing over in his direction, as if really wanting to talk.

Throughout the evening, Takeru
could feel the occasional glances that his brother sent him. Something was
eating at his sibling�s mind, and he had to find out. If not just for his brother�s
sake, then for his own as well.

That night wasn�t easy for him,
either; for so long had he been from his flesh and blood, and this night seemed
more special than any other. If his brother, who he hadn�t seen in half a year,
wasn�t happy, then he knew for certain that he couldn�t be happy.

�...Onichan?�
he finally asked.

�H...hmm?� Yamato said, a nervous tone to his voice. Takeru moved closer to
him.

�If... if
you want to talk about anything....� he offered, �..I
know it's been a long time since we've been able to see each other or do
anything together��

�It�s not
you, little bro�� Yamato sighed, looking off �It's just... As long as I've
known Sora� it's like... I don't know her as well as I'd want to... there's
just not that closeness I need...�

Takeru
felt himself swallowing a lump as he moved closer.

�...what
kind of closeness DO you need?� he asked, feeling a tinge of heat strike his cheeks.

�I... I dunno...� Yamato shook his head, �it's not just that
though, Takeru� it's just... ehhh...� he paused for a
moment, unable to face his younger sibling.

�I've��
he found himself trailing off, trembling a little, ��Never been too comfortable
with women...�

��You�re not?� Takeru asked,
blushing to his amazement from his brother�s confession, �You? The big rock-star who has waves of
groupies, and psychotic, brown-haired stalkers?�

Yamato looked at his young brother
and smirked, chuckling a little.

�I guess
that doesn�t help, huh?� he giggled softly. Yamato just shook his head.

�I donno.. it's just..� he leaned
back in the couch, �I guess some psychologist would say because I never had mom
around for most of my life or something like that...� he scoffed faintly, �It's just... well... I
guess I handle being emotionally close to men better...� Yamato could feel himself blushing nervously.

�I can�t
believe I�m saying all this��

�.... I
don�t mind it if you are, Onichan...� Takeru said. Yamato looked at him a bit
nervously.

�Really?�

�Sure.�
His little brother smiled. Yamato reached over, pulling his sibling into a
tight hug.

�Thanks,
Takeru�� he sighed, �You have no idea how much you mean to me...� he held his
little brother more tightly, closing his eyes shamefully, �I only wish we
could�ve stayed closer...�

��So do
I�� he heard Takeru whisper. Almost immediately, he felt his little brother
tremble in his hug.

�A-are
you alright, Takeru?� Yamato asked, looking down at his sibling. Takeru nodded,
blushing.

�I never
told this to anyone...� he said softly, looking away, ��but being with you
always made me feel so safe. No matter who I was
with�� Yamato nodded softly, holding him.

�...I
always thought you were very beautiful..� Takeru
whispered softly. Yamato blushed, feeling his heart beating a little harder.

�W...what
do you mean?�

He felt
Takeru take hold of his hands as he lowered his face.

�I know
how you feel, Onichan�� he said softly, �But I've felt it my whole life....
even when we were first in the digital world...� Takeru looked up at Yamato,
feeling his own heart beating more rapidly, �The only times when I cried.... I
cried because you weren�t there.�

�All
those times, all I wanted was just to be with you.� He continued, looking into
his brother�s eyes, �You always made me feel safe... you always made me feel
loved� whenever you were mad or upset, I thought you wouldn�t love me
anymore..� Yamato held him closer.

�I always
will love you, Takeru.� He whispered. Takeru felt his eyes tear up, and he
sniffled lightly.

�I... aishiteru... Onichan...� he said faintly.

�I don't
think I've ever been as close to anyone than I have with you...� Yamato said,
cradling his sibling lovingly, �I'd do anything to protect you, Takeru...I love
you too.�

�No
matter who I found myself with... Or how passionately
I've felt them be� All I could ever hope for was you.� Takeru said, wiping his
eyes, �Not Daisuke... not Ken... not even Hikari.�

�Do you
really mean that, Takeru-chan?� Yamato asked. Takeru
blushed, knowing that not only has he told his own brother about these feelings
for him, but also revealed who he had been with been with.

�H� hai.� He answered.

�I never
imagined you felt this way.� Yamato said, trembling faintly, ��Or that this
love was mutual...� he closed his eyes slowly, and almost without thinking draw
them against Takeru�s lips. His little brother kissed
lightly, moving his lips downward to Yamato�s. He heard an inaudible whimper as Takeru�s eyes closed, meeting his soft lips in such a
hurry. Yamato could feel the warmth of tears as they ran down his little
brother�s cheeks, touching his own.

He
stroked at Takeru�s cheek, drying his tears as he
held the kiss, almost like a dream-state, driven by desire, as any problems
that might be caused by their blood relation absent form his immediate
thoughts, which were now preoccupied with the desire of being fulfilled. Takeru
rest his hand against Yamato�s collarbone, shaking. The older blonde turned his
head slightly, parting his lips. Takeru broke away slightly as well, giving
room to part his own lips and touch Yamato�s tongue with his own; his cheeks
ablaze with a tabooed crimson.

Throwing
any fears or cautions to the wind, Yamato leaned into Takeru more, kissing him
madly and passionately, his tongue exploring his young mouth eagerly. His hands
glided down his sides, eager to live out every curiosity and taboo fantasy he's
ever had about his little brother. Takeru shivered from the chilled air as his
brother�s gentle hands lifted his shirt.

�O...Onichan...�
he whispered, few more tears touching his brother�s face. Yamato slowly pressed
his hand against Takeru�s stomach, gasping softly as
his hand felt the soft touch of his skin, and the small yet formed muscles of
his slim stomach. He trembled more, as certain images crept into is mind as it
wandered, wondering just how far things will go that evening.

�Please,
Onichan...� he said, lowering his face as he blushed shamefully, �...I know I
shouldn�t be saying this...� tears began to drip from his face, ��I've
fantasized about this for years, though��

�What
kind?� Yamato asked. Takeru took his hand, pressing his palm against his cheek,
nuzzling it and softly kissing his wrist.

�Even
when I was little,� he said, ��before I even learned
how to... how to touch myself... I'd imagine your strong, gentle hands.� He blushed a deeper hue of crimson,

�...how
warm they'd be...how loving they could be. Each time I felt ashamed because of
it...�

�Don't
be...� Yamato whispered, as he moved his hand down Takeru�s
side slowly.

�I've
thought of the same...� he said, �I've always so badly wanted to feel you. To
see you... as if you were a just a kid I knew from school� what you looked like
under everything... felt like...� he blushed a little, ��taste like.�

Takeru
blushed as he placed his arms around his brother, closing his tear-filled eyes.

�Take me
to your room, Onichan�� he said. Yamato trembled softly.

�Will
I... get to discover all of these things?� he asked.

��Anything
you want.� Takeru smiled lightly. Eagerly wasting no time in rising, Yamato
held Takeru, almost carrying him, as he guided you down the hall and into his
room, kicking the door closed as he set him down slowly on his bed, his jeans
now obviously tighter, as his heart pounded.

Takeru
wasted no time in unbuttoning his own pants, eagerly pushing them down his legs
and leaving him in his socks and tented, moistened briefs; a small wet spot
apparent between his legs from the amount of pre. Yamato followed suit, working
his way out of his jeans and shirt, leaving himself in a pair of equally tented
briefs, as his eyes stayed fixed on his little brother.

�Please,
Takeru-chan...� he whispered, �Let me see all of
you...�

Takeru
blushed heavily, reaching for his briefs and trembling as he slowly led them
along his legs, finally exposing his young body to Yamato, showing off his
impressive erection.

Going
further, he turned over, showing off his smooth rump as he spread his legs,
trembling nervously.

�You are
so beautiful....� he heard his brother whisper as he gazed down at his form.
Yamato pulled himself against Takeru. He could feel his tented briefs brushing
against his rear as he began to work them off; His eight inches immediately
pressing against his little brother�s cheeks.

�You
don�t know how long I�ve waited for this�� Takeru whimpered softly, trembling.
Yamato slid his hands around him slowly, gliding them along his chest and
stomach, feeling his warmth pressing against him as he lightly inhaled the
scent of his sibling�s blonde hair.

�As long
as I've wanted this, I bet.� He smiled.

�Oh
Onichan�� Takeru said softly, looking back up at his brother/lover. Yamato�s
hand worked its way down over Takeru�s crotch, slowly
wrapping his fingers around his erection.

He took
one more look, as memories flashed before him. The last time he ever saw his
little brother�s naked body was when he was eight or nine or so. He resisted
the urge to compare mentally as he trembled a little; Second thoughts slowly
began to appear in his mind. Takeru shivered; Yamato�s gentle hand touching his
back.

�I only
wish you could have been my first time...� he heard his big brother say, giving
a low sigh. He blushed.

�..I hope
I�m as good as Sora...� he replied, smiling faintly. Yamato shook his head.

�Actually...�
he whispered, blushing a little, �She and I... never��

�Then who
was...�

�Taichi.� Yamato answered quickly. It was Takeru�s
turn to be taken by surprise. Yamato did not stop his motion; His hand now
worked down over the cheeks of his lover�s smooth rear, while the other
continued to stroke Takeru�s slick member. The
younger brother moaned softly, feeling his body tremble.

Yamato
then sat up slowly, rolling Takeru onto his back and gazing down at him; Their eyes meeting once again. Takeru could feel an intense
heat streak across his face as he lay spread-eagle before his brother. Yamato
reached down, gliding his hand down Takeru�s chest
slowly, down over his stomach and to his erection as he lowered himself,
pressing his cheek against Takeru�s member and
breathing in slowly before then blowing out along the underside.

�Ahnn....� Takeru shuddered, squirming faintly. He sat up a
little, running his fingers through his brother�s silky hair. Yamato extended
his tongue slowly as he began to run it along the underside of Takeru�s member. He brought his lips up to the tip and in
one long, drawn-out motion brought them down, all the way to the base of his
little brother�s cock as he skillfully pulled it back into his throat.

Takeru
leaned back on Yamato�s bed, panting softly as he started to whimper his name.
He glance out of the window that was at the front of
his bed, seeing the beautiful night sky as snowflakes danced gently to the
ground, drifting in the air.

�...Y...Yamato-kun.�
He whimpered, �I...I want to feel more of you...�

Yamato
moaned softly as he pulled off his brother�s erection. Without a word, he
seemed to agree as he worked his way downward; His tongue gliding along Takeru�s sack, over its contents and down more, between his
legs and the cheeks of his rump slowly. A blush quickly asserted itself across Takeru�s face, and he started to breathe harder, moaning
softly while feeling the hot slickness of Yamato�s tongue as it explored him.

Yamato
held Takeru�s cheeks firmly as he lapped madly at the
entrance to his young pucker, as if acting out a long-seeded fantasy, probing
him with his slickness. He heard him whimpering louder, panting heatedly with
each loving trace of his tongue.

�Gods��
Takeru gasped, �O�Onichan!�

The older
of the two spent a good moment on his young sibling before pulling back slowly.
As he rose up, Takeru could see his long erection spring into sight, eager and
already slick from the tip as it bobbed before him.

�You've
got such a hot body...� Takeru blushed, gazing up at his brother.

�And so
do you.� Yamato smiled. His heart began beating harder as the impact of what he
was about to do sank in. He gazed down at Takeru, his own brother, as he set to
act upon many years of fantasies, fantasies that he had promised himself would
never become more. But he desire to bind with him was much stronger. Strong enough to push him forward, and to push his erection against
Takeru�s slick tightness.

A burst
of thoughts started to race through Takeru�s mind as
he felt Yamato�s penetration; images of him through the many years, always
being his big brother, hugging him when he was sad, smiling when he was happy,
the two of them playing with their toys when they were younger, all of it
leading up to this very moment.

Takeru
shut his eyes, never before experiencing such pleasure or pain, overtaken by
lover�s intrusion. He cried out, once again feeling the warmth of tears in his
eyes; a feeling he�d been all-too familiar with.

This
time, however, they were tears of joy as his greatest fantasy had finally come
true, and Yamato was finally making him his; Their
bodies joining together as one.

Takeru
cried out his brother�s name loudly as Yamato let out a long moan, fully
penetrating his brother with one motion; the sensation of his warmth hugging
his erection becoming too much for him. He instantly began to slowly thrust in
and out of him, feeling joined in a way he had never felt before. Takeru panted
heavily, sweat glistening from his body as the light from Yamato�s bedside lamp
filled the room, the moon glowing outside as the snowflakes drifted down. Takeru�s body moved in motion with Yamato�s as he begin to pump into him. He could feel himself trembling,
moaning and begging for more.

Yamato
leaned in more, placing his hands on Takeru�s sides
as he breathed in his essence once more, gazing firmly into his eyes as he
thrust harder into him. Takeru could also make out his brother�s aroused,
heated scent as he pumped into him. He gazed into Yamato�s eyes, leaning up and
kissing him hungrily; the smell of sweat apparent in the air. Yamato panted
harder as he plowed faster into his lover, occasionally slowing to prolong his
climax as long as possible.

Their
kiss did not break even once as Yamato continually filled his little brother, Takeru�s legs wrapped around his waist. He gave a muffled
whimper as their tongues wrestling with one another in their passion.

�All
these years..." Takeru thought to himself, �For so long, this is what I've
wanted...� he moaned weakly into Yamato�s mouth, muffled by their loving kiss.

�...it's
more incredible than I ever thought it would be.�

Yamato
could no longer hold himself back, and his mind became a haze as he threw his
head back. Takeru quickly felt the warmth of his brother�s seed as it flowed
into, and through him. He hugged Yamato tightly, moaning his name while crying
out in ecstasy. Yamato slowly collapsed into his little brother�s arms, feeling
his still-erection pressing against his chest. He nuzzled into him softly,
catching his breath.

As Yamato
moved forward, kissing his lover, his hand grasped hold of his throbbing
erection, giving it soft, gentle strokes. He smiled at his little brother as
his fingers brushed along the tip of his erection, making Takeru shudder in
delight.

�O...Onichan...
I...� Takeru began. Yamato only shushed him gently and smiled, kissing him
lovingly. His began to stroke Takeru faster now, and he pulled back a little,
managing to lick at his tip softly. Takeru gave a loud moan, leaning over him
and panting softly.

�I�m
coming!� he gasped. Yamato blushed as he heard his little brother cry out his
name weakly. He pointed the tip at his face, stroking him off eagerly. Finally,
Takeru hips jerked sharply, and his load of seed spurted against Yamato�s
face. He moaned pleasurably as his
little brother�s spunk splattered against his face. Eagerly, he licked it up,
pleasantly surprised to discover it tasted identical to his own. Takeru blushed
heavily as his body shuddered in the aftermath of his orgasm. Yamato let out a
sigh, falling into his sibling�s arms once more.

As they
lay naked on Yamato�s bed, covered in fluids, Takeru closed his eyes, finding himself falling asleep in his big brother�s embrace�

~*~

As
morning gradually settled in, Takeru slowly opened his tired eyes, awakened by
the gentle warmth of the early sun and Yamato�s body. He discovered that he was
now tucked in under the covers, with his brother�s arm around him. Yamato
remained asleep, soundly as he held Takeru tightly.

A gentle
smile crept across Takeru�s lips as he finally found
his life-mate. He snuggled up to him, kissing his soft, warm lips gently as he
began drifting away in his arms once more as the early-morning sun rose.

�I love
you, Yamato�� he whispered. As he closed his eyes, Yamato�s lips curled into a
warm smile.

The End

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