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Sun Kissed	By : RyoSato Category: Digimon > General Views: 4901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon: Digital Monsters, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Sun Kissed
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Sun Kissed

AN: This is an indirect sequal to Burnt Marshmallows and Sweet Sixteen and is also for Wind. You do not have to have read it to read this, but it'll probly be more enjoyable if you have. There's hardly any taisuke in this. Be warned, this is all yamakeru (that means Yamato x Takeru) lemon! (I can't believe I actually wrote incest. Oh man...)

I don't own Digimon, Toei does, please don't sue me.

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Dark fingertips circled the rim of the white mug slowly, creating an attractive contrast. The sight made him wonder for a moment if this wasn't the person he was better suited to. After all, he looked as pale as that mug next to his friend's dark skin.
His gaze slowly slid upwards. The other boy was well built; there was no question of that. He was muscular and in shape, with broad shoulders and well defined arms, despite them still looking just a bit awkward on his teenage frame. Wasn't this the sort of body he was supposed to be attracted to? That is, if he really was gay.
'Maybe I went about it all wrong. Maybe Taichi's the one I should have liked.'
Then he rested his gaze on his friend's face, only to find him staring blankly out the window with a peaceful sort of grin.
'No, I never could have made him smile like that. Besides, if I had liked Taichi,' he thought with a chuckle, 'poor Daisuke would have been completely lost.'
"He'll be up soon," Taichi mumbled, seeming to have come out of his daze. He lifted his mug and drank down the last of his coffee, then wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
No, Yamato decided, this was definitely not someone he could have liked. Not like that, anyhow.
"He?" Yamato asked innocently, tossing a napkin at Taichi from his side of the dining room table.
"You know who I mean. Daisuke." Taichi grinned again, ignoring the napkin.
"Oh, the little boy you molested last night," Yamato mumbled, nodding. "Of course, could I have forgotten those horrible screams?"
Taichi chuckled low in his throat, smirking in a way that made Yamato's stomach turn. "They weren't horrible screams. They were-"
"I know what they were," Yamato snapped, suddenly feeling annoyed. He stood and poured himself more coffee, staring out at the apartment. The balloons were already wilting, their helium leaking out of them slowly. He felt like one of them. The party he'd carefully planned for Daisuke's birthday had gone over nicely, but would have been a lot better if Taichi had waited even a day to rape the younger boy.
'No, that's not fair,' Yamato thought, sitting back down and forcing himself relax. 'I'm sure that's the best present Daisuke could have gotten. Maybe I'm just jealous.'
"Jealous, huh?" Taichi asked, arching an eyebrow at him.
"I am not!" Yamato spat back, feeling his whole back tense as if he were a cobra, readying himself to strike.
"Sure, sure. Look, if you like Daisuke... or... me," Taichi paused, looking just a bit wary.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, Yagami, but you're not exactly my type, and Daisuke is too obsessed with you for me to be interested. Besides, he's so... young," Yamato said, trying to think of a good excuse.
"Mmhmm." Taichi nodded, clearly not believing him. "So you're not into tall, dark, and handsome?"
"I never said that, I just said I'm not interested in you."
"Oh, sure," Taichi said, pouting a bit and folding his arms. "So what is your type? Short, blond, and girly?"
Yamato felt his throat close up as an image he most definitely should not have been imagining flashed before his eyes. He choked violently, coughing loudly on the sip of coffee he'd been swallowing.
Taichi sighed, waiting for him to calm down before giving him one of those rare looks that meant he was being completely serious. "You should just admit it. Daisuke's figured it out already, anyway."
"Oh, is THAT what you were talking about in there? My love life? Well, I don't know what the hell you think you're saying, Taichi, but-"
"Shut the hell up, Yamato." Taichi's voice was sharp, and his brow was furrowed.
Yamato tensed in his chair, annoyed by the fact that even now, even when Taichi was making him so angry, he knew that the other boy could beat him in a fight. He should have chosen a more physical hobby than musician. Carrying a guitar around didn't build many muscles.
"You love him, and you love him in the wrong way, right? But I don't care. I shouldn't be gay, and you shouldn't like your little brother, but that's how it is. You do. And he loves you back." Taichi shook his head, giving him a tired look. "I know you can't tell your parents, but at least tell your friends, okay? So you can stop hiding all the time and-"
"And what, Taichi?! Just because we... we're more... physical, doesn't mean-"
"Oh, I see. You haven't even told him yet, have you?" Taichi's face was beginning to turn red, and Yamato knew it was because he was getting angry. "You mean you're all over him all the time and he thinks it's just because you're brothers?! Yamato, you're an asshole."
Yamato's face hurt from scowling. He lowered his gaze to his mug and watched the dark brown liquid closely, as if it would make his friend disappear.
"I don't care what the hell you say about my sex life, but I would never lead somebody on like that. If I was gonna fuck around with someone, I'd tell them why. Takeru TRUSTS you! He-"
"I know!" Yamato finally heard himself say sharply. He slowly raised his gaze, feeling exhausted. "I know that."
The anger faded from Taichi's face and he grinned that crooked grin he was famous for, and shrugged. "Then you'd better fess up. First to him, then to the rest of us."
"Do I have to tell everyone?" Yamato asked, feeling his stomach tie in knots from the indirect admittal.
"No," Taichi mused. "But you might as well. Daisuke's figured it out. And if Daisuke's figured it out, you know everyone else probably has." He reached over and patted Yamato on the shoulder reassuringly. "At least you've got an hour or so before he gets back, right?"
Yamato glanced over at the clock on the wall. Yes, it would be about an hour before Takeru returned. He'd gone to walk Hikari home, which had actually made Yamato jealous for a moment. Did he like Taichi's little sister after all? But no, he knew it was so that Daisuke and Taichi could have more space to clear things up when they got up. He, like Yamato, wondered if there would be rainbows or thunder clouds in the morning.
That's when the boy in question found his way into the kitchen. He was wearing his clothes from the day before, though they were looking much more wrinkled than they had 24 hours ago. His eyes were wide and he looked pale. His left arm was firmly at his side, and his right arm reached across his chest to rest his hand on his other elbow. He looked terrified. Yamato wasn't sure, but he thought he might be trembling.
"I..." Daisuke opened his mouth, clearly straining his voice forcing the noise out. "I uh..."
Taichi turned in his chair and grinned widely at the younger boy. "Morning!" he said cheerfully.
Daisuke took a half step backwards, as if the words might bite him. "M-morning..."
"I told you you shouldn't have left him in bed alone," Yamato said, shaking his head at his friend. "Now he thinks it was a one night stand."
Taichi gave Yamato a frown, then turned to look at Daisuke again. "Do you?"
"I... um..." The question only seemed to terrify Daisuke more, and he now closely resembled a tiny bunny rabbit in the midst of a pack of wolves. "I mean!! That is..."
Giving the younger boy the start of his life, Taichi reached out and grabbed him by the arm and yanked him into his lap, kissing him firmly on the lips. Daisuke looked as if he'd only just barely refrained from wetting himself out of surprise at the sudden movement, but he quickly melted into the older boy's arms.
Yamato sighed heavily and got up to clean up the breakfast dishes. It was a full five minutes before he heard the distinctive noise of lips being pulled apart, but even then he didn't turn around again. He wasn't sure he could stand the starry eyed look that Daisuke would surely be wearing.
"T-Taichi-senpai... I..." Daisuke began, still sounding a little nervous.
"Hey, relax. I already told you we're dating, so relax, okay?" Taichi's voice was disgustingly gentle and gruff at the same time, Yamato thought bitterly.
"Okay..." Daisuke's voice was soft, still slightly unsure, but completely blissed out.
"Are you two done yet, or do I need to-" Yamato began, finally turning now that he thought the view might be G rated. He groaned unhappily and folded his arms, glaring at the couple again, who were already kissing again. "Exhibitionists."
"Who's an exhibition-" Takeru began as he walked into the kitchen, but he quickly stopped at the sight that greeted him. "Oh."
Yamato felt his stomach tense at the sight of the other boy, wondering how exactly he would react to actually seeing two men kiss. He'd been fine with the theory of course, but Yamato wasn't sure how his innocent little brother would feel when thrust into a situation like this.
Takeru grinned. "Aren't your lips sore from last night? Or..." he cocked his head, eyeing Daisuke's ass mischievously, "is it other parts that are sore?"
Gaping at his younger brother, Yamato couldn't find words to express the strange feeling that surged up within him. First of all, his little brother wasn't as innocent as he'd thought. The combined relief and disappointment that flowed over him made him wonder which feeling was more disgusting. Second of all, he was a pervert!
"For your information, I'm very gentle, so Daisuke shouldn't be sore at all," Taichi said, having momentarily paused in kissing Daisuke to reply to Takeru.
Daisuke looked as embarrassed as Yamato had expected Takeru to, and only gave Takeru a blushy glare in response.
Takeru laughed and walked around the table to get himself a cup of coffee, leaning his head against his brother's shoulder as he sipped it. "So it all worked out?"
"Mm," Taichi replied, not pulling his gaze from Daisuke.
Not sure whose attention was more embarrassing, Daisuke just ducked his head and tried to look interested in a hole he had in his sock. "Yeah," he finally mumbled, then glanced up with only his eyes and gave Takeru an accusing glare. "Why?"
Grinning in that wide way that made Yamato find it hard to focus on anything other than the younger boy's pale lips, Takeru shook his head. "I'm not making fun of you! Really! I think it's great. At least some of us are with the people we like..." He trailed off, his gaze sliding to the floor.
Taichi rolled his eyes and stood abruptly, almost causing Daisuke to fall out of his lap and onto the floor. "Okay, that's it. Y'know what? You two are PATHETIC." He took Daisuke's hand and nodded towards the door. "Dai, we're going on a date."
"We are?!" Daisuke practically beamed. "Can we go somewhere cool? Like an arcade!"
"Arcades aren't exactly a romantic date spot, Daisuke," Takeru said, arching an eyebrow.
"Sure they are! What's more romantic than killing evil zombie hoards and playing bongo drum games?" Daisuke said so happily that Yamato wasn't sure if he was joking or not.
"Arcade sounds awesome," Taichi said, grinning briefly at Daisuke before nodding towards Yamato and Takeru. "But we can't come back till they've worked stuff out."
"Worked stuff out?" Daisuke looked confused.
"Yeah, I'll explain it on the way," Taichi said, grabbing his wallet and keys from the table, "But it has to do with what you were asking me last night."
Daisuke gaped at his senpai, then at the two brothers. "You mean they really ARE-"
"Daisuke!" Yamato spat out, trying to stop that sentence as quickly as he could. "Taichi... I'm going to KILL you!"
"Seriously, guys, you're pathetic. Just kiss and make up or... make out or... SOMEthing!"
With that, Taichi led a gaping Daisuke out of the apartment, leaving behind the most awkward silence anyone has ever been privy to.
"So," Yamato finally began, breaking the silence. "You're back early."
"Yeah," Takeru nodded a bit, his head still resting on Yamato's shoulder, although the rest of his body seemed tense. "I decided to come back." His hand squeezed between their bodies to clutch Yamato's tightly. "I missed you."
Takeru's hand was soft and warm, and Yamato held it tightly, letting his eyes fall shut. His thumb gently stroked the hand, enjoying the smooth texture and the way it felt to just touch him. For a moment Yamato wondered if he could say it. For a moment he wondered if it wasn't as big of a deal as he'd thought it was.
"Oniichan?"
The sound of Takeru speaking to him so innocently quickly shattered the image he'd begun creating in his mind. "Y-yeah?" Yamato cursed himself silently for letting his voice go so husky and obviously emotional.
"What did Taichi-san mean?"
Takeru's hand squeezed Yamato's more tightly, and Yamato felt his stomach lurch. Taichi was such an ass. No matter what kind of disgusting thoughts he was having, he was sure Takeru didn't feel the same way. Sure, he'd made some jokes at Daisuke's expense, but Yamato was sure that Takeru didn't know the full extent of what he'd been saying. Takeru was too innocent for that, and Yamato had to protect him.
"Nothing." Yamato forced the word out through his teeth, frustrated not for the first time at his inability to lie.
Lifting his head just enough to peer up at Yamato with big blue eyes, Takeru grinned. "You're a terrible liar."
His heart racing, Yamato felt himself being pulled in to that gaze. Takeru's eyes always held a sparkle, like a diamond, fathoms under the ocean's surface. Then as suddenly as those thoughts had begun, Yamato yanked away and stepped back to the other side of the kitchen. Catching his breath, he folded his arms and tried to look casual. "Well, it's a girl I like."
Takeru's expression suddenly froze. "You have a girlfriend?"
"No," Yamato replied quickly, latching onto the lie like a life preserver. "I just like her. Taichi thinks I should tell her."
Expressionless now, Takeru took a long breath. "Who is she? Do I know her?"
Yamato felt his eyes begin to dry out, they were open so wide. In his mind, his thoughts were flowing at the speed of a rushing river about to become a waterfall. 'It can't be Sora, we broke up ages ago... and I can't say Hikari, that's just wrong! Who else?! Who else do I know?!'
"Oniichan? ...If you don't want to tell me-" Takeru began sadly, but was cut off.

"Mimi!" The name slipped out before Yamato could stop himself, and he quickly regretted it.
"Mimi-san?!" Takeru's jaw dropped and he gaped openly at his brother. "Why?!"
Bristling, Yamato stood up straight and frowned sharply at Takeru. "Why not?! She's very... pretty, isn't she?"
"Well, sure, but-"
"Anyway, it's none of your business who I like." Yamato looked away, feeling smug that he'd found a way out of the situation.
The room fell quiet again, and when Yamato looked back at his little brother, Takeru had tears in his eyes. Time seemed to freeze.
"Then that's what Taichi-san meant," Takeru said, sniffling and blinking back his tears, forcing a grin.
"That's right, he wants me to tell Mimi," Yamato said, hoping that made sense. He gripped the counter tightly with his hands, as tightly as he possibly could, because the sight of Takeru crying was enough to make him want to race to the other side of the room and hold him, and make it all go away, like he always had. Only... now he couldn't. Becauase if he did, he knew he would do more than just hold him. He would kiss him, and tell him he loved him, and then make love to him, and possess him...
Shaking his head, Takeru looked down at the floor. His hair swayed a bit at the movement, brushing his perfect neck lightly. Yamato wanted to reach out and run his hand over it, but he forced his eyes back to the other wall, away from temptation.
"He told you." Takeru sniffled again loudly.
Keeping his eyes fixed on the small timer that sat above the stove, Yamato watched the seconds tick by. "Told me what?" He tried to keep his voice calm, but instead it just sounded rough and angry.
"...That I love you." Takeru said, not in a whisper, but in a loud, certain way. "He wanted you to deal with me before you asked Mimi-san out."
Coughing loudly, Yamato felt his windpipe burn. Takeru's confession had come just as Yamato was breathing in, and somehow he'd inhaled a large amount of saliva. Now the burning in his throat was terrible, and the hacking hurt, and he found himself sitting on the floor trying to breathe.
A few moments later when he could breathe and think clearly again, he found himself drinking from a glass of water that Takeru was holding to his mouth. The younger boy's eyes were hollow. The sparkle that Yamato had always loved so much was gone. He'd cried and Yamato hadn't stopped him, and the diamonds had fallen away.
"Better?" Takeru asked softly.
"Yeah," Yamato replied, his throat itching slightly with the effort to speak.
"I'm sorry." Takeru's gaze met his brother's, and he grinned just a bit. "I know I'm horrible, I know it's disgusting, but I can't help it. I love you. And not just like a brother. Not like a brother at all. I love you like... like just another person. Another person that I *like*." He stood and sat the half empty glass of water on the counter and wiped his hands off on his pants. "I'll go now."
His heart was beating so fast and hard that he was sure Takeru could hear it, and it was pumping so much adrenaline through his veins that he was certain his body thought he was about to be eaten by a large bear. Fight or flight? Fight or flight?!
'Fight, you stupid ass. Grab him and kiss him and don't let him go.'
The command seemed to come from somewhere within himself, and it came in the form of Taichi's voice. Ignoring the fact that his friend always gave the worst and most morally unsound advice, Yamato threw himself forward and wrapped his arms around Takeru from behind, burying his face in the younger boy's hair.
"Don't go."
They stood like that for a long moment, Yamato trembling from the near panic attack, and Takeru trembling from... from what?
"Why are you shaking?" Yamato asked, his voice soft, as if he was afraid to break the spell they were under. At any moment Takeru would scream, he would hit him, he would hate him forever. He was taking advantage of a little boy who didn't know any better.
"Because... you don't get it. I'm not stupid, I'm not a kid. I love you. I love you as much as Daisuke-kun loves Taichi-san. I love you like our parents should have loved each other. And you think I'm just stupid, that I don't know what I'm saying." Takeru's voice was shaky, like he was holding back a sob. He turned and wrapped his arms around Yamato's waist, finally looking up and meeting Yamato's gaze again. This time the tears weren't held back, they were flowing freely down Takeru's cheeks. "I love you. I want to go on dates with you, and have sex with you, and marry you, and-"
"You're just a kid." Yamato forced the words out, challenging Takeru to prove himself. He willed Takeru to prove that he wasn't a child. He wanted Takeru to prove he was an adult, that he could make this choice, that it was okay.
His face wrinkling up in anger, Takeru glared up at his big brother, clutched his waist tighter, and yelled right in his face. "You're the kid! You're the one that never got over our stupid parents' divorce! You're the one that's scared! Not me! I know what I am! I'm gay and I love my brother and I don't care!" His expression softened slightly. "I always looked up to you... you always took care of me. But you were always lonely. ...I want you to always take care of me, and I want to keep you from being lonely ever again."
Their lips were pressed together. Yamato wasn't sure who had started it, or if they both had leaned in at once, but it didn't matter. Their lips were pressed together.
Yamato knew how to kiss; he'd kissed a lot of people a lot of times. But this was different. This made his chest constrict and he forgot to breathe. This made his heart race and he felt dizzy. This made something inside of him burst, and he wanted more. Takeru was a drug that he'd been addicted to since childhood, but he'd never been allowed to have. And now that he had it, he needed it more. He wanted it more. He wanted Takeru.
The younger boy's hips curved in just a bit, not as much as a girl's, but more than most boys'. Yamato slid his hands under Takeru's shirt and gripped those hips tightly, his fingers clutching smooth, soft skin, and eliciting a moan from the smaller boy.
"Oniichan," Takeru gasped when they broke the kiss, but this time the name didn't send a wave of guilt over Yamato. Instead, it only urged him on. He'd wanted to feel the younger boy, to taste him, since before he knew what sex was. Now that the carefully built dam finally flooded over, he didn't care any more. All that mattered now was to have him, to have that one thing that had always been forbidden.
He could have done it right there, and he knew that was probably what his best friend would have done, but that wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want to fuck Takeru, he wanted to have him. He wanted to make him moan, he wanted to make him feel so good that he'd forget about the tears. So instead of pushing the younger boy to the floor like a part of him so wanted to do, he took Takeru's hand and walked quickly towards his bedroom.
The room wasn't darkened, and it wasn't the right mood. Outside the sun was shining and birds were chirping, and it wasn't even afternoon yet. Yamato briefly regretted his timing, since sex always seemed more perfect after dark. Then he turned around and saw how the sunlight that was pouring through the window and onto Takeru looked. The younger boy's blond hair was lit ablaze, and his pale skin was only made to look lighter. Reaching out, Yamato traced a finger down Takeru's cheek, feeling as though he was touching some sort of Greek God.
Then he noticed the trembling. Takeru's body was shaking again. Gods don't tremble; Gods don't flinch at a touch. Forcing himself to focus his gaze, Yamato realized the person standing before him wasn't some untouchable perfection that happened to be his little brother. The person standing before him was a scared, but extremely brave young man. A young man who'd just professed his love to Yamato.
"You love me," Yamato said, not questioning, but stating the fact.
Takeru nodded firmly, despite his obvious nervousness.
"I love you, too."
Those were the last words that were spoken for an hour. They didn't call each other's names; they didn't question each other's motives. Takeru didn't ask if he meant love 'in that way', and Yamato didn't ask him 'does it hurt?' They didn't need to speak, words weren't necessary at all.
Instead, they somehow fell to the bed, which was warm from the sunlight that had been pouring onto it all morning. They kissed tenderly and slowly now, almost lazily sliding their hands over each other's bodies. One by one, pieces of clothing were pulled off, and the revealed body parts were stroked and petted and smothered with caresses.
Takeru's neck was tender, Yamato found, as he kissed his way down it slowly. His brother was beneath him, his shirt off, his pants unbuttoned, his socks removed. Yamato's hands rested on the younger boy's chest and slid slowly downwards, forming goose bumps in their wake.
Takeru's soft, smooth hands, unlike the rough calloused hands Yamato had developed from years of guitar playing, slid down Yamato's back. Yamato shuddered at the sensation and ducked his head further, planting small, gentle kisses down Takeru's chest. Finding a small pink nipple, Yamato sucked on it slowly, shutting his eyes focusing all of his attentions on the small spot.
Wriggling beneath his brother, Takeru felt his breath catch in his throat. As his brother moved to the other nipple, then lazily down his stomach, Takeru felt his chest jerk in erratic breaths.
Finally, Yamato reached Takeru's pants. The younger boy spread his legs invitingly, not thinking of what they were about to do, just wanting them to do it. Yamato hooked his fingers into the sides of Takeru's pants and pulled them down slowly, revealing him completely.
With eyes half shut, Takeru felt himself blush finally. His brother was above him, half dressed, staring down at his naked body. It wasn't the first time he'd been seen by Yamato, but it was the first time he'd been seen like this. Legs spread, a light sheen of sweat over him, nipples hard, all of his pink spots swollen and hungry for attention... But Takeru wasn't embarrassed. With anyone else he would have been. With Yamato, he was safe.
His lips curling into a slow smile, Yamato sat up and pulled off his own pants and underwear and paused, letting Takeru look at him as well. Feeling strangely comfortable as the younger boy's gaze slid over his body, Yamato felt his patience slipping away.
Takeru was spread onto the bed in that puddle of sunlight like a pastry ready to be eaten, Yamato thought, sliding his hands up the younger boy's thighs. They were soft, and the tiny blond hairs on them only made him softer.
Not making a noise, Takeru reached up and rested his hands on his brother's shoulders and pulled him down for a kiss. Their lips were pressed together, and Takeru felt Yamato spreading his legs further, and lifting his hips just a bit.
When Yamato slowly thrust into him, the only noise Takeru made was lost in their kiss, muffled by the new sensation of Yamato's tongue invading his mouth and stroking his own.
Buried within Takeru, Yamato kissed him as deeply as he could, his hands on his waist, lifting him at just the right angle so he'd feel the least pain possible. Dizzy from the lack of oxygen, the taste of his brother's mouth, and the euphoric rush of "I have him", Yamato felt the last of his coherent thought fade. They broke the kiss and Takeru looked up at him, lips parted, eyes barely open, and panted loudly. A drop of sweat caused both by the sun and the intensity of their caresses, fell from Yamato's nose onto Takeru's chest, and that was all it took to break the stillness.
Yamato was thrusting, his fingers were digging into Takeru's hips, and the younger boy was tightening around him. The lazy touches from before, the caresses, the gentle stroking were all forgotten in this new found desperation. The feeling deep within Yamato that he'd held for so long wasn't fading. The desperation of not just wanting, but needing Takeru wasn't going away. Instead, all of this seemed to have only made it worse.
The big blue eyes that were looking up at him were glassy, and his face was flushed a pale pink, and his lips were swollen, and all of this only made Yamato thrust harder. The bed began to squeak beneath them, and Yamato felt the younger boy's hands claw at his back desperately. Still Takeru made no noise, still Yamato felt that emptiness and longing in his chest.
Gasping for breath now, Yamato grabbed Takeru's knees and lifted them higher, resting them over his own shoulders. He leaned down over the younger boy and kissed him, stretching him and folding him in half, and making it so that he could get deeper, deeper than he'd ever though possible.
That's when he heard the noise. Takeru's shuddering moan echoed in his ears as he felt his brother tighten around him, claw his back, and come onto them both. Yamato's eyes widened and he felt something strange; the yearning was fading. Beneath him Takeru was panting and whimpering 'Oniichan', and clinging to him for dear life. Kissing him again, harder than before, deeper than before, Yamato thrust once more into his little brother.
When Yamato opened his eyes again, the blinding white light had faded, and he was lying on top of Takeru. They were both sticky and wet, and the sun was baking them, making them even sweatier. Yet somehow, Yamato didn't mind. He sat up slowly, placing a light kiss on Takeru's lips, and then got up.
The ache was gone. He felt light. He felt dizzy. He felt as if he'd just gotten the one thing he'd always wanted... and now he wasn't entirely sure what to do with it. Wiping himself off quickly with a discarded towel from his dirty clothes basket, Yamato sat down in a chair on the other side of the room and stared at the boy in his bed.
They must have fallen asleep almost immediately, Yamato noted, grinning slowly. Takeru's face was peaceful, and he looked like an angel, glowing from sex and sunlight.
'Now what?' Yamato thought, cocking his head and continuing to stare. 'It's weird, but I don't feel scared. I don't feel like I did anything wrong.' He sighed and grinned even wider. 'Maybe Taichi was actually right about something for once.'
Then something sparkled in the corner of his eye, and Yamato tore his gaze from the younger boy's body. The sunlight had shifted, and was making the strings of his seldom-used acoustic guitar shine. Reaching across for it, Yamato pulled it into his lap and began to play.
Takeru opened his eyes slowly and stared at his brother for a moment before finally speaking. "Are you going to serenade me every time we make love?" he finally asked, only half-joking.
His eyes focusing again from the trance he'd gone under as he played, Yamato smiled at Takeru. It was a genuine smile that didn't feel familiar, but he hoped would become so. "Whatever makes you happy."
Takeru sat up and leaned against the wall, cuddling a pillow to his chest and smiled back. "Then keep playing."
Yamato knew that his father would be home eventually, and that they wouldn't be able to say a word. He knew that Takeru would go home to his mother, and he couldn't tell her, either. He knew that he would miss him. But he also knew that he would never miss him like he had up until this day. So, until they heard the front door open, they sat there together; naked and basking in the sun, and Yamato played the guitar.
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