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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 11: Of Purple and Gray
            They had established boundaries, boundaries Tai liked to stretch to their limits. The tanned teen’s hands gently massaged his partner’s hips, his tongue skillfully battling the musician’s. Matt was currently pressed into the cousins of the couch from the force on his mouth, the other participant of the kiss leaning over him with one knee settled next to the musician’s legs on the couch. Both were starting to feel short of breath, desire hazing their eyes. It had taken Tai several days to convince Matt to let him French kiss him again, and when the soccer star showed he could keep his hands decent the blonde decided to allow the younger boy to do as he pleased. He had already realized that he couldn’t control too much, or he would ruin what he had.
            Although, as previously stated, Tai liked to push those boundaries between decent and indecent.
            One hand moved up to Matt’s golden locks, entangling in the silken strands that for once weren’t fixed in place with hair spray. They were still slightly damp from the shower Matt had taken just moments before his boyfriend showed up. The other hand was the devious one. It rose, but not nearly as high as the first one, moving the couple inches to play with the hem of Matt’s shirt. Exerting a little extra pressure into the kiss, Tai cautiously brought his hand up an inch higher, slipping his fingertips under the cotton garment. Almost smirking when he felt that hint of irritation creep into the blonde’s side of the kiss, his hand crawled further under the shirt.
            Staring into agitated blue eyes, one hand halfway between his boyfriend’s belly button and nipples, Tai’s tongue quickly escaped the older teen’s mouth before it was bitten. “Get your hand out from under my shirt,” the blonde said slowly, just further verifying that he was not pleased with Tai’s advances.
            “Ah, you’re no fun,” the brunette whined, leaning forward until his head rested on Matt’s shoulder. Kissing the skin there softly, his hand quickly shot up, rubbing gently over the small nub that reacted so readily to his touch.
            Stiffening for a second at first, not even registering that the soccer star’s mouth had latched onto his throat for he was too preoccupied with the fingers pinching his nipple, it took him a second to truly react. “Stop it, Tai!” he bit out, pushing against the heavier teen with one hand and trying to removing the offending appendage with his other.
            Smiling at the mark he made, Tai obligingly moved back, holding his hands up in defense. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I can’t help it sometimes.” In truth, this was a game to him. Distract Matt with something else and see how long it took the blonde to realize he marked him again. So far, Tai’s record was four hours and seventeen minutes. Matt’s was thirty-two seconds. (A/N: in other words, in all the times Tai has done this, it has taken anywhere between thirty-two seconds and four hours and seventeen minutes for Matt to realize Tai left another hickey on him.)
            “Yeah, and one of these days your ‘can’t help it’ is going to get your tongue bitten off,” Matt grumbled, still flushed from the stimulation a moment before. Half the reason Matt told Tai to keep things down was because he wasn’t sure how well he would control himself if he felt too much. The other half? He wasn’t ready to move that far yet. Kissing and making out in secret, sure. But sex? That was a ways away still.
            It was as Tai was leaning in for another kiss that they heard the distinct sound of the doorknob being twisted. Quickly pushing the athlete off him (and into the coffee table), the blonde jumped up and ran to the locked door, glancing to the small table next to it. Sure enough, his dad’s keys were there. Unlocking it, he opened the portal, blocking the way with his body to agitatedly hand the forgotten item forcefully into his father’s hand. Moving towards the kitchen and the meal he was supposed to be making, all Hiroaki could do was stare after his son, who actually seemed more flustered than angry. Stepping in, he managed to catch a glimpse of Tai as the boy ran into the kitchen. “Tai, get out!” he heard his son yell, followed by the quick scampering of the brunette vacating the kitchen to hide behind the couch.
            Sighing, Hiroaki casually walked towards his room, asking as he passed Tai’s hiding spot, “You planning on staying for dinner?” He didn’t need to hear the soccer player’s answer to know what it would be; he had been Matt’s friend for several years now. “Then I’d suggest you stay out of the kitchen until Matt is done.” The older man guessed that was the cause of Matt’s irritation, the brunette had gotten in the way of him cooking dinner, thus the reason he was just starting now. Well, Hiroaki was half-right.

            Izzy got to observe some rather odd occurrences the next morning. The first surprise came with a grumbling brunette; a lone, grumbling brunette. Tai and Matt had been so close the last couple weeks the only time you could find them apart was either when they had different classes or practices, and Matt normally went to Tai’s morning practice to watch. There was a vast amount rumors flying around about their strange behavior over the past month, the most prominent of those rumors being that the two were together. Izzy knew the skittish blonde would catch wind of them soon. Anyway, because of their inseparability over the past couple weeks seeing one without the other in the morning was strange.
            “Matt not feeling well this morning?” the redhead asked, trying to initiate a conversation. Tai looked over at him, a confused expression on his face. “It’s rare to see you two not together, and you don’t look to be in the best mood. Is Matt not feeling well?”
            “Oh,” Tai uttered, puffing out his cheeks for a second before letting the air out and grinning like his normal, idiotic self. “No, Matt’s just pissed at me and told me to go away, that he’d walk to school by himself this morning.”
            Izzy couldn’t help but chuckle at that; Tai had to be the only person who could piss Matt off and get away without some kind of injury. Despite seeming quite frail, the blonde musician was known to have taken down a kid a good fifty pound heavier than him. Again, there were rumors about that, including that Matt was secretly taking Judo lessons. “What’d you do to make him angry this time?” Koushirou asked, still laughing slightly.
            “Matt would kill me if I told you,” was all the reply he got before the brunette took off, looking happier as he ran for his locker.
            The second surprise wasn’t so much of a surprise.
            Turning when he heard a snort behind him, Izzy found the missing blonde leaning inconspicuously against one of the trees in front of the school. It seemed Matt had followed to make sure Tai behaved, or he wasn’t actually as mad as Tai thought. Most likely it was the later, for Izzy doubted Matt could stay mad at Tai for any notable length of time. “Hey Matt,” the redheaded teenager called, greeting the brooding blonde as he approached.
            “Hello Izzy,” the musician replied, stopping to talk as the brunette he had followed vanished inside the building.
            “What did Tai do this time?” the inquisitive fourteen-year-old asked.
            “If I told you I’d have to kill you,” was the reply he gave, causing his companion to chuckle a bit. “What’s so funny?” Matt asked, irritation in his voice.
            “Nothing, really,” Izzy replied, quieting down. “Just that Tai said almost the same thing. He said you’d kill him if he told me.”
            The answer seemed to satisfy the blonde, for he nodded almost triumphantly and smirked. “At least the idiot has learned to keep his mouth shut.”
            Izzy’s dark eyes traveled up to Matt’s neck again while the older male was watching the school doors, wanted to look a little closer at something that caught his attention earlier. The more he stared at it, the harder it was to mistake what it was. Almost cracking up again, the short teen asked, “Hey Matt, what is that on your neck?”
            Jumping, a pale hand was quickly slapped over the spot and the blonde musician sprinted into the school, nearly knocking into the few people there as he rushed to the bathroom. Giving only a quick glance around to make sure it was empty (which pretty much everywhere was for it was still pretty early), he removed his hand and peered in the mirror at the small bruise. Shaking in anger and unaware of the short redhead watching from the door, he yelled, “TAICHI!” Somewhere out on the soccer field, a horrible shiver ran through a brunette’s spine, causing him to trip and fall. He just knew he was in deep shit this time.
            Izzy smiled to himself, moving down the hall towards the computer lab. Matt must have missed the mark that morning, otherwise it would have been cleverly covered up. It seemed that the rumor was true, as the computer genius had suspected since the two first mended their friendship.
            Discreetly covering the hickey on his neck, Matt made his way out of the bathroom and to his locker, opening it and retrieving a scarf he kept stored there.

            Tai’s premonition on the soccer field turned out to be true. Not only did Matt completely ignore him during class, but every time the athlete managed to gain eye contact he was rewarded with a menacing glare, one that promised a gruesome, horrible death. Hoping to reconcile, the brunette avoided his boyfriend’s presence until lunch, giving the older male time to cool down, as well as choosing a time where they could sneak off to some place without prying ears.
            The problem was, when lunch rolled around Tai couldn’t find Matt. The musician wasn’t at his locker, in the lunch room, or in the music room. Figuring they must have just missed each other, Tai revisited the first two places. Still nothing. “Does anyone know where Matt is?” he finally asked the other Digidestined that were already at their table. Jyou was too immersed in his book to even hear Tai, let alone see Matt, Mimi shook her head vigorously, and Izzy let out a single ‘no’ as he dutifully tap-tapped on his keyboard.
            “Have you tried the roof?” a voice behind him asked. Turning, the brunette was greeted by Sora, who motioned for him to scoot over because he was in her way.
            “No, I haven’t,” Tai said, grinning at discovering another possible hiding place for the skittish blonde. “I’ll try there!” he cheered as he bolted from the cafeteria. Sighing, Sora couldn’t help but wonder if Matt would survive this encounter. If he was on the roof, she knew why; there was only one reason he went to the roof.
            Matt nearly jumped as the door slammed open, the only reason he didn’t jump being because he got used to it when he dated Sora. “There you are,” came the exhausted voice of his boyfriend, and Matt had the funny image of Tai bolting up the stairs three at a time (and nearly tripping in his haste) before the reality of the situation hit him; he was no longer mad at Tai, frustrated at yet another mark but not mad, but he doubted the soccer star would be very happy about the lit cigarette he held. “Look, I came to apologize. But it’s partially your fault, too, because you kicked me out before I could tell you I left a hickey on you and then you wouldn’t talk to me this morn-”
            “I’m not mad, Tai,” Matt stated, cutting Tai off before he could ramble on for minutes and pretty much pass out from lack of breath. It had happened before…
            “Oh? Well, that’s good!” Tai grinned, casually making his way towards the older male. “Then why are you up here, huh?”
            “Does it really matter? Look, just go eat with the others and I’ll see you in class,” the blonde asked, trying to divert his boyfriend before he got too close. It didn’t work, and by the time he was through talking Tai was wrapping his arms around Matt’s shoulders.
            An offending smell greeted the younger teen’s nose, and he immediately peered around his boyfriend’s head. “Smoking, Yamato!?” he hissed, noticing the lit cigarette. “What the hell are you doing?”
            Getting free of his boyfriend’s grip, Matt moved a couple paces away and brought the offending item to his mouth. He needed the nicotine, he needed to calm down. It hadn’t really occurred to him yet, but his ‘one or two cigarettes a week’ had become ‘three or four cigarettes a week,’ the amount slowly increasing as his body became accustomed the harmful chemicals in the small, cylindrical object. He was slowly becoming addicted.
            “It’s nothing much, Tai,” the musician stated, smoke wafting up with his words. “It just helps me calm down, that’s all.”
            “It is something serious, Yamato!” Tai yelled, the anger in his voice causing Matt to flinch. “You do realize you can get cancer from that, right?! That will destroy your lungs, your voice! Do you really want to lose that?”
            Sora had told him the exact same thing, but it weighed heavier with Tai’s voice behind it. “I never planned on doing much with singing, Tai,” he admitted. “It is merely an outlet.”
            “I’m not talking about just your singing!” the brunette growled, face just a few inches from his blonde companion’s. When had he gotten that close? “You have to stop this before too much damage is done.” Swiftly taking the burning cigarette from the blonde’s pale fingers, Tai took a couple quick steps back.
            “Hey, give that back!” Matt protested, reaching forward when something he would later recall as seriously horrifying happened; Tai put the cigarette out on his arm, digging the lit end in enough that it left a sufficient burn. “Tai, why did you…?”
            “Every time I catch you with one of these I will do this,” he glared, holding up his injured as to accentuate his point. “Until you quit.”
            The wound would later scar up, making sure Matt could never forget the stupid choice he made when he was younger.
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