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The Cave	By : Himitsu_no_Tokumei Category: Digimon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9: Waking up Beside You
            The first thing he realized was how cold his feet were. Grumbling slightly, he tucked his legs up, pulling his feet towards the warmth. They had been out in the cold so long, though, that it didn’t make much of a difference. He wanted to go back to sleep, but unfortunately moving just seemed to wake him up more.
            As he was slowly pulled out of his slumber, Matt started to notice other things as well. There was an annoying kink in his neck, but a weight on his head prevented him from moving it out. He also recognized the feeling of some sort of cage wrapped around him. Struggling slightly but still not opening his eyes, he found the bars unmoving. Something brushed up against his nose in his struggles, causing him to sneeze. Whining slightly at the soreness in his throat, he curled up into whatever he was laying on, which, by the way, was warm.
            Between the kink, cold feet, sore throat, and sneezing, he finally gave up on sleep and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the plush blanket that had tickled his nose. His groggy mind had yet to comprehend the dark gray wall opposite him. Too tired to care, he again tried to struggle free. His mind finally registered he was in a cave, so the object to his left that he was leaning on must be a rock.
            So, obviously, he yelped when the “rock” began to move and hug him tighter. The weight on his head moved and he took that opportunity to free his neck from the kink. Turning to the moving boulder, he was surprised to see Tai and not some living rock elemental bent on crushing him. More surprising even was the pair of lips that found his. He suddenly recalled the events of the previous night, the relentless search, the impromptu confession, the warm embrace, the sweet, sweet kiss… His cheeks flushed, body paralyzed and unable to respond to the pressure on his lips.
            Tai pulled back, hurt in his eyes. That is, until he saw the other male’s face. It was hard to not tell that Matt had frozen, a state he fell into when deeply embarrassed. A broad smile spread on his face as he lunged forward, effectively tackling his best friend. “T-Tai!” Matt gasped, unfreezing and catching himself harshly on his elbows, scrapping them on the rough surface. A mouth latched onto his throat, lapping at the pale skin with its tongue and sucking gently. Mat might have turned a shade deeper, if possible, when he realized just what Tai was doing to his neck. A thin hand pushed against the clothed, tan chest, attempting to dislodge the other teen before any real damage would be done. “Tai! St-stop it! T-Tai!”
            Disappointed in the interruption, Tai reluctantly gave in and released his victim, sitting up slightly to look at the barely perceivable mark. “Why’s you do that, Yamato?” he whined, glaring disapprovingly at the blonde.
            “T-Tai, we can’t do things like that!” the musician worriedly stated, switching which hand was supporting him so he could cover the slightly formed hickey.
            “I don’t see what the problem is, Yamato,” Tai sighed exasperatedly. “Guys do this type of things with other guys all the time.” He tried to lean forward and place a kiss on Matt’s lips, but the blonde teenager stopped him with his elbow.
            “We aren’t ‘guys,’ Tai,” Matt nervously said. The soccer player rolled his eyes, placing a hand between Matt’s legs to show he very much was male. The rock star hit his hand away, revealing the hickey that had darkened a bit by now. “You know what I mean!” he snapped, hiding the purple-ish mark again. “We aren’t just ‘guys,’ we are Tai and Matt. It’s not appropriate because-”
            “Why, Yamato?!” Tai interrupted heatedly, forcefully pushing on Matt’s shoulders. He felt his elbow starting to give and he reluctantly lowered himself to the hard, stone floor so as to not harshly fall later. “Why can’t we? I mean, couples do this all the time, straight and gay, so what makes us the exception?!”
            Matt’s icy blue eyes looked away in… what? Shame? Embarrassment? “Well… Because we aren’t… well… are we?” he asked, unable to say that one, simple word that had plagued him since he woke up and Tai had kissed him. Are we together?
            Tai suddenly realized his mistake, a blush forming on his cheeks. “Y-yeah. Th-that’s right. I n-never did actually ask you out, did I?” he asked. “I guess I kind of just assumed, so of course you would be hesitant. I mean, Yamato Ishida never just jumps into anything without certainty in the matter, so of course you wouldn’t want me to kiss you because for all you know it isn’t real and I’m just using you, though I promise I’d never do something like that to you because I love you, and you know that, and I assumed that was enough to establish it but I guess it-” A hand over his mouth cut him off.
            “Tai, you’re rambling,” the singer said. “And you still haven’t asked me yet.”
            The surprise in his chocolate eyes melted to a warm feeling that just radiated into him. A tanned hand gripped his pale wrist, moving it away from his mouth. “Will you go out with me?” he seductively cooed, capturing Matt in a kiss before he could reply.
            He grumbled in irritation as the blonde pushed him away again. “At least give me a chance to answer,” Matt indignantly flushed. “Even if you already know I’m going to say yes.” His voice quieted as he spoke that last line, new color flaring in his cheeks.
            “Sorry, Yamato,” the brunette purred, leaning back down to graze their lips again. Only to be forced back, again! “What’s the matter this time?” Tai snapped, growing tired of the other male’s games.
       Guilt welled up in the musician, realizing he couldn’t keep Tai waiting forever, but knowing he had to say this first. “You can’t call me that,” he nervously said.
       “What?” the idiot soccer star asked, confused.
       “”You can’t call me Yamato,” he specified.
       “What? Why?” Tai whined, not too thrilled with the idea but willing to obey if he absolutely had to.
       “Because you don’t call me Yamato. You always call me Matt,” the blonde started.
       “That’s because we were only friends before,” Tai defended. “But we’re boyfriends now so I want to use something more endearing, and Yamato really is a beautiful name.”
       “But if you call me Yamato then everyone will find out,” Matt continued, clearly starting to spook.
       “So?” Tai asked, not seeing the problem in that situation.
       “I’m not ready for that, Tai!” matt shouted. “I’m… I’m barely ready to even be in a relationship with you.”
       Tai’s spirits seemed to drop a bit. “Can I at least call you Yamato when we’re alone, then?” he asked, a hint of hope in his normally joking and overly-loud voice.
       Smiling despite his embarrassment, the blonde leaned up and gently pecked Tai on the lips. “Okay, I think I can handle that,” he said, happy at Tai’s squeal of glee. He stopped Tai one last time from kissing him. “But when we aren’t alone, we’re just friends.”
       Tai nodded vigorously, his mop of brunette hair flopping around, causing the teenager beneath him to laugh. Taking the opportunity, Tai crashed their lips together and slipped his tongue into Matt’s open mouth. Gasping at the sudden and new sensation, the blonde didn’t know how to react. He tried to kiss back, but found it hard to not reflexively close his mouth. He shivered as their tongues touched, the strange heat, hot breath, and foreign taste of Tai mingling in his mouth. It was becoming increasingly difficult to control his body as the athlete turned his muscles to mush.
       Tanned hands found their way to pale hips, the thumbs looping into the tight waistband. “Mm!” the blonde gasped, eyes going wide. Te hands at his waist moved up, maneuvering their way under his shirt. Matt’s hands shot up to Tai’s shoulders, fear and panic showing in the desperation used to force Tai away from him.
       Tai sat up, quickly removing his hands from the older teen’s sides. Matt was looking positively disheveled. His hair was (for once) messed up, his shirt pushed about halfway up, a light hickey showing on the right side of his neck, and a trail of drool running from the corner of his mouth. He was obviously worried about something, but was panting too hard to speak. “S-sorry, Yamato,” Tai said, hanging his head. He had also realized how physical he was getting. “I think I’ll hold off on French Kissing for a bit longer. I get too caught up when I do so, obviously,” he smiled down apologetically.
       “It’s okay,” Matt said once he caught his breath. “Not like you knew, right?” He really did like Tai better when he smiled.
       The soccer player slowly stood, moving slightly to the right and reaching down to help his boyfriend up. Slightly wary, and letting Tai realize that by the way he looked at him, Matt took the offered hand. Smirking, Tai yanked the other male to his feet and immediately into a hug. A simple, five-second long, chaste kiss later, the brunette loving laid this head down in the crook of Matt’s shoulder. “I love you, Yamato,” he cooed.
       “I know,” Matt replied, hesitantly placing his arms around the athlete for his mind was still struggling with the information that he was now dating a guy. He may have accepted that he was gay, but it still scared him. “I love you, too,” he choked out, those words making him nervous. Luckily, Tai had known him long enough to understand his reluctance.
       They just stood there for several minutes, enjoying the silence and contact. They might have stood there for hours had Tai not spoken up. “What time do we have to be back?” he asked.
       Matt’s expression fell, but Tai could not see that with his face in Matt’s shoulder. “We should probably be heading back, so people don’t worry. Gabumon probably already is… What are you smiling about?” he could feel the brunette’s smirk in his shoulder.
       “It’s more visible now,” he said, lifting his head up to better see his work. Matt suddenly remembered the hickey he’d received, slapping a hand over it and blocking it from the athlete’s view. “Hey!” the brunette protested, sticking out his lower lip in a pout.
       “I can’t believe you actually marked me!” the musician shouted, embarrassed, face flushed. Damn I’m blushing a lot! What am I, a girl?
       “I claimed you as my own,” Tai grinned, pulling Matt into another chaste kiss.
       Letting the kiss linger, Matt could not help but feel a flutter in his chest at the words. He belonged to Tai. Tai wanted him.
       It was over way too soon, the two staring at each other through slightly hazed eyes. Tai smirked, again going for Matt’s pale neck. “Tai, wait! No more marks!” the blonde nervously said. “Hickeys on a guy are an automatic sign they’re gay. I’m not ready for that, Tai!”
       “You can cover it with make-up, I’m sure you know how,” Tai justified.
       “I don’t have any with me, Tai, and we still have to go home. On the bus, no less. With how many people who might recognize me?” the blonde asked, visibly shaking. “I’m not ready for that, Tai, don’t you get that?”
       “Of course I get it, you’ve only said it seventeen times now,” Tai scoffed. Matt rolled his eyes at the obvious exaggeration and seemed to add a “well, it doesn’t seem like it,” but Tai couldn’t tell. “I have a scarf and sweatshirt in my bag.”
       “Oh…” Matt whispered, looking thoroughly ashamed for doubting his best frien—well, boyfriend, now.
       “So can I leave another one now?” he asked, hopeful.
       A slight groan issued from his throat, not liking the idea too much. Tai’s puppy-dog eyes won out. “Oh, alrigh-ah!” he gave in, half screaming as Tai shoved him against the stone wall. “B-but only one more,” he gasped.
       “Okay, I can live with that,” Tai said into the skin on his boyfriend’s neck. He licked the mark he previously made before moving down to where his neck met his shoulder. Grazing his teeth gently on the spot first, Tai once again latched on. His tongue went to work, tasting the nature-touched skin. He felt the body against his shiver, and at that point Tai remembered his best friend was wearing his stage clothes, and not something suited for the chilling November weather. His fear was quickly quelled, though, when pale hands gripped his shoulders, using him for support, and a strangled gasp escaped the other male’s mouth. “You seem to be enjoying this," the brunette hummed into the blonde’s neck.
       “Sh-shut up,” Matt stuttered, surprised he was reacting so much this time, since the first hickey had elicited little response from him. Well, except for embarrassment.
       “Okay,” the soccer player cooed, swirling his tongue around the spot before sucking hard, drawing a quiet scream from the older teen’s lips. He sucked again and again, Matt letting out long, drawn out moans of pleasure.
       How can something like this feel so good? his hazy mind wondered absently, answering with, Well, apparently getting screwed up the ass feels good, too. That thought scared him. When we do get that far- he barely noted he thought when, not if –I would be on the bottom, wouldn’t I? All coherent thought flew out the cave entrance at that point as Tai’s ministrations brought a fog to Matt’s mind. One of his hands left Tai’s shoulders to tangle in the boy’s messy brunette locks, preventing him from removing his mouth from the musician’s neck.
       Tai suckled the skin until he felt he had created a sufficient bruise. Matt, too engrossed in the sensations, didn’t notice the athlete had stopped until his large, strong hands began massaging his sides. Startled, his slim, pale hand jumping back enough so Tai could lift his head from Matt’s shoulder, the male now able to look down at the hickey that was already darker than the first one. Smiling lovingly, he took Matt’s lips again.
       Wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, Tai leaned his forehead into Matt’s, breaking the contact at their lips. “I love you.”
       “How many times are you going to say that clichéd line?” Matt mumbled, not really complaining.
       “Sorry, I guess I’m just a hopeless romantic,” Tai grinned.
       It doesn’t matter, the blonde told himself. I can’t say I’m much different. I’m just more of a coward. “Tai, we really need to be getting home. I know I haven’t had a proper meal in a few weeks, and you could probably use one, too.”
       Tai’s face, which fell at the mention of leaving, rose at the mention of food. “You’re gonna cook for me?” he asked, happiness bombarding the more reluctant male.
       “I can’t just leave my… boyfriend… to your mom’s cooking,” Matt said slowly, trying not to stumble over the word ‘boyfriend.’
       Smiling wider, the brunette let go of his the other boy and rushed to his bag. Grabbing the corner of the blanket they had used, he proceeded to stuff it into the already overfull backpack. He strained against the fabric, trying to sip it closed. Matt chuckled slightly at the idiot’s antics. He wasn’t going to tell Tai, though, that the blanket would fit better without the rock that had accidentally been kicked on it curing their earlier activity. Tai had rolled it up in the blanket unknowingly. He would notice it soon, and sheepishly smile up at him.
       A sudden thought came over him, and he said, “Tai, stop.” The brunette froze, turning slowly to look at the blonde, chuckling at Matt’s expression. “You need to get me the sweater and scarf,” Matt said nervously, a hand clapped over the right side of him neck and not succeeding in fully hiding either of the purple marks.
       “Oh, right. Have to cover those up, huh?” he grinned, animatedly pulling the blanket from the bag like a magician’s scarf from a hat. The rock crashed down near Tai’s foot, rolling away from him. “Oh, since when was that there?” he asked. Pulling the last of it out, he reached in and retrieved a dark sweatshirt and gray scarf. Tossing the articles of clothing to Matt, Tai found the blanket fit better without the rock and two items the rock star the now donned.
       Slinging his backpack onto his shoulder, the soccer player walked back over to his best friend. Wrapping his arms around Matt’s thin waist, he gasped. “Geez, Yamato. Do you ever eat?!” he exclaimed.
       “We need to head home,” Matt reiterated, moving Tai’s arms so he could get free. His hand was instantly grabbed, fingers entwining in his own.
       Gently squeezing the pale hand, Tai said, “Okay, let’s go home.”
       The older teen leaned in slightly on his companion as they walked. His heart was floating, a bliss passing through him merely from being in the younger male’s presence. He didn’t understand why his mind kept rebelling against something that felt so right.
       The trees began to thin, alerting Matt that they were reaching the edge of the woods. He tried to let go of the hand held in his, but the tanned fingers just closed tighter. “Tai, stop please. Come on, let go,” he complained.
       Tai stopped, eyes downcast. “I know, and I’m sorry. I just want to hold on a bit longer. I won’t tell anyone about us, I promise.”
       The last sentence was unnecessarily added, but it reassured the singer none-the-less. “Thanks, Tai. But, I think Sora already knows. She sent me after you, after all.”
       “Yeah, but I still won’t tell her.”

       Tai sighed as he leaned back, the meal fully consumed. “No cooking is better than your, Yamato,” the boy contentedly sighed. “Huh, what are you doing?”
       “I have to tell everyone we’re back and safe, right?” Matt asked, dialing the first number.
       Kari nearly cried when she heard her brother was okay. She said she’d grab TK, who was obviously over there to comfort her (better not tell Tai that…), and their digimon then head over. Jyou was next, so he could inform the doctor-to-be that they didn’t catch pneumonia or hypothermia or require any type of medical attention.
       Then came Sora.
       “So how’d it go?” the Digidestined of Love asked, that flirtatious wink in her voice.
       He replied with a groan and silence.
       “That groan was towards me. So I’m guessing it went well?” she asked, not needing to entirely speculate.
       “Yeah,” he finally grumbled, agitatedly tightening the scarf around his neck. Damn, the second hickey was so dark!
       There was no sound on the other end for a few seconds. Then, Sora spoke in a somber tone, “I’m glad you finally found someone who can make you happy.”
       “I’m sorry, Sora,” he said quietly.
       “I am, too. That I couldn’t be the one for you. Now get back to your boyfriend. I’ll call the others and tell them Tai is back safe.”
       “Thanks, Sora,” Matt said, hanging up.
       “Soooo… What’d she say?” the very nosy Tai asked.
       “She wished us luck.” She might not have actually said it, but it was between the lines.
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