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Kali Notes: Welcome back everyone! Continued thanks and appreciation for all
your kind words of review and all your comments!
Warnings: Yaoi, adult language,
adult situations, and cavity-inducing WAFF.
This Chapter: LEMON! Graphic yaoi content.
Do not read if you are underage or dislike such things.
Disclaimer: Kali & muses do not own
Digimon or its characters. We’re just
borrowing them for the sake of this fic.
Pairings: Taito! With DaiKen,
Takari, and mentioning of Joe/Mimi & Izzy/Miyako.
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Chapter
16
The
last of our friends to leave (after spending another hour loitering in my
apartment) were Hikari and Takeru. Our
siblings wanted to talk to us without the others around, since the topic was
family. I sat on one end of the sofa,
Taichi next to me, and Hikari next to her brother. Takeru sat in one of the sofa chairs, where
he could see all of us at once.
My
dear younger brother gave me an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry for telling everyone about you
guys, Matt, without even thinking you and Taichi might not want to say anything
yet.”
I
shrugged, dismissing the apology. “It’s fine, Keru. Doesn’t matter now anyway.”
“We
haven’t really had time to talk about…well, everything. Actually.” Taichi added, glancing sideways at me. “But we will.” I nodded, understanding the promise to me in
his words.
“I’m
so happy right now, if my ankle wasn’t so touchy, I’d do a happy dance.” Hikari seemed to feel the need to share with
us. Taichi gave her a one-armed hug by
her shoulders and dropped a kiss to the top of her head.
“I’m
happy that you’re happy, sweetheart.” He
said, leaning back in his seat and stretching his legs out in front of
himself. “Besides, I’m pretty damned happy, myself, and I’m glad you and Takeru are
okay with us.”
I
rolled my eyes, remembering what Takeru had told me a couple of days earlier.
“Of
course we are, Taichi!” Takeru
exclaimed.
“Why
wouldn’t we be?” Hikari added,
puzzled. “We’ve always known there was something between the two of you, more
than just really good friends. And
you’ve been wanting to tell Matt how you felt for a
long time!”
I
raised an eyebrow at that. I guess he’d
had to confess to someone and it
would be Hikari. Still, I’d have to ask
him later what those ‘reasons’ of his were for holding back that he’d mentioned
during our fight on the beach earlier.
Taichi
laughed nervously, watching me a bit warily.
I think he took my raised eyebrow the wrong way.
“Yeah,
well…water under the bridge now, Kari.”
He hastily moved the subject along.
“Anyway, I’m glad.”
“Me, too.” I agreed.
“Are
you going to tell Dad?” Takeru asked me,
looking a little unsure of the idea. “Or Mom?”
I
remembered Dad’s visit earlier this week and stared down at my lap, picking the
invisible lint on my pants, blushing a bit.
“Dad’s not a problem. I don’t
know about Mom.”
“He’s
not?” Taichi wondered,
I could feel his eyes on me. I cleared
my throat and nodded.
“He
dropped by earlier this week. Told me a
few things I guess he wanted me to know – one of which was that he knew how I
felt about you and that he…he basically gave his blessing.” I dared to look up at Taichi with a weak
smile. Poor guy looked about as pole-axed
as I’d felt that day.
“Cool!” Takeru exclaimed, smiling. “If it helps, Matt, I don’t think Mom will
have issues, either. She knows about Ken
and Daisuke, and they don’t bother her.”
“But
neither of them is her son.” I pointed out, shrugging. “I’ll probably tell her, Keru, someday. Maybe not immediately, but…”
He
nodded.
Hikari
looked quite sad. “What about our
parents, Taichi?”
The
older Yagami sighed despondently, falling back in his seat and staring up at
nothing on the ceiling. After a long
moment of contemplation, he spoke up.
“I’ll
tell Dad. Eventually. I don’t really care what he thinks
anyway. As for…well. I won’t tell her, for her own peace of
mind. It would just make things worse
for her to know I’m with Matt.”
I
reached over and found his had, linking our fingers tightly and holding on with
a silent squeeze.
Hikari
nodded slowly. “It’ll be alright,
Taichi. You have Matt, now. And you’ll always have him, and us.” She took his other hand.
Taichi
smiled, and it warmed my soul to see it because it was real and true and all
Taichi. A smile none of us had seen for
far too long.
“Believe
me, little sister, I know.”
They
stayed a while longer, but when our siblings noticed I was falling asleep
(curled up between the sofa arm and Taichi as we talked) they rose and decided
it was time to leave.
I
stifled a yawn and followed them to the door, Taichi right behind me. His arm slid around my waist and hung onto me
as we said our goodbyes to Takeru and Hikari, and I leaned into him, feeling
immensely content with the world.
“Goodbye,
you two.” Hikari waved as she moved out
the door. “Don’t forget to cal us one of
these days or we’ll have to come over uninvited and drag out into the
daylight!”
I’m
sure Taichi and I had absolutely ridiculous expressions on our faces at that
less than innocent implication from Hikari.
Takeru
just laughed openly and winked at us as he closed the door behind them.
When
the astonishment wore off, I groaned and turned to face my best friend
and…lover. That’s one word I was looking
forward to using to describe Taichi for the rest of our lives.
“I
could say something horribly cheesy like, ‘alone at last!’ but I’ll
refrain.” Taichi grinned, reaching for
me.
I
scoffed and stepped into his space, already moving in for the kiss I somehow
sensed was coming. I slid my fingers
through the hair at the back of his head and drew him in close. “It would also be stating the obvious.” I murmured, my eyes
drifting closed when he came too close to be able to focus on him without my
eyes crossing. “So don’t say
anything. Kiss me instead.”
His
lips found mine and took immediate possession.
Of course, I wasn’t exactly putting up any resistance here. Where I’d been too full of emotional chaos
last time, I was now paying much closer attention to what we were doing. I focused on the surprising softness of his
lips, the gentleness that was hidden under the strength of his mouth on mine
that spoke of not just affection but love.
And the tingling heat that I could feel radiating from many different
sources from him, heat that ignited a spark in me that I hadn’t known existed,
heat that called to me in a primal sort of way.
That fire was passion, and desire, and pure lust.
The
relatively chaste kiss didn’t survive very long between us. I heard him groan softly and then his tongue
flicked along my bottom lip. My mouth
opened in response and his head tilted just so as suddenly we kissed again – a
long, slow, deep and very thorough
one that made my head spin and my body tremble.
I kissed back with equal intensity, and I savoured every single new
sensation overtaking me. He tasted
wonderful, very subtly sweet with a hint of the flavour of his coffee from
earlier. And his scent was intoxicating. Every breath gave me freshly cut grass on a
warm sunshiny day, the faintly lingering smell of his citrus-scented soap and
hair products, and under all that was the scent of pure Taichi – a musky,
almost spicy scent that made my most base instincts want to sink my teeth into
him and mark him as mine.
I
kind of wished I could see into his head and find out if he noticed such things
about me, but the thought was a mere blink of an eye before it was lost in the
sea of sensations.
I
kissed him again, harder this time, more impatient and demanding, unable to get
enough of him to calm the storm that was trickling along my spine and settling
in my groin. Of course it was only
fuelling the fire not dampening it, but that’s what I wanted. More. Everything. All of him. After months of coming to terms with my
feelings, the hiding and silent wanting, and all the angst in between, I wanted
it all.
Kneading
the nape of his neck as our kisses turned into shorter, harder ones (though no
less deep or passionate), I hooked my other arm around his shoulders and
pressed myself fully against him, absolutely wanton. He made a startled grunting noise then
growled low in his throat, catching my bottom lip with his teeth and nibbling
as his hands fell from my arms to my hips.
I let
out a moan and my head fell back, nearly whimpering with pleasure as Taichi dragged
his mouth along the line of my jaw and let his tongue flicker across the pulse
in my neck – right before he latched onto it fully and sucked. Hard.
I
cried out helplessly from the dual pain-pleasure of that marking (apparently he
was feeling just as primal as I was), clutching at him as a shudder rippled
through me. My god…how was it possible for anything to feel this good?
“Oh
god, Tai…” I moaned, feeling my knees buckle.
“Yes…”
He
chuckled darkly at my reaction and nuzzled at my neck, lightly kissing the no
doubt bruised area he’d just created.
“You’re mine now, Yama. All mine.
I want you, Ishida. Now.”
“Yes-s-s-s-s…”
I hissed, reaching for one of his hands and grabbing it. I stepped away and turned, heading for his
room and the nice, roomy bed there. “So
come and get me, Yagami.”
Oh
wow. Was that my voice all lustful and gravelly?
And fuck did I need to get out
of my jeans before the circulation to my painfully hard erection got cut
off. I adjusted myself in my pants but
it didn’t help.
I
stopped next to the bed and faced him again, raising an eyebrow when he turned
his lamp on to illuminate his dark, windowless room. I reached for my shirt and started undoing
buttons, meeting his eyes dead on with no hesitation, no shyness. There was no room for that here, not with
Taichi. If I’d had any self-doubts
they’d have disappeared with the glittering lust and blatant admiration in his
eyes anyway – eyes gone molten and dark chocolate brown. Our eyes never left each other as we stripped
off our shirts, then our socks, and our various accessories (my belt,
wristbands, and watch, and Taichi’s headband and watch). I yanked off my jeans just as Taichi was
dropping his watch on the corner of his desk and nearly fell over dizzy at the
relief from the constriction of that denim.
Taichi, still in his track pants – and have I mentioned how goddamn sexy
they are on him? – came up to me and pulled me against him with a tempered
aggressiveness that made me tingle all over with anticipation.
I was
so owned.
“Fuck!” He swore as our bare chests connected. Ohhh damn! All this bare, gorgeously tanned skin for me
to explore…I couldn’t help rubbing myself against him and I heard him growl
another curse before he caught my chin and claimed my mouth once again.
Happy
to let him kiss the oxygen out of my lungs, I began my devoted exploration of
his truly fabulous half-naked physique with my hands. I tried to run my fingers over every possible
inch of naked skin I could find while any coherent thoughts I might have had
were sucked out of my brain as quickly as my air with the intensity of his
kisses. My fingers splayed across his
chest, rubbing and kneading, and I felt a shiver run through him. I smiled and let one hand drift lower until I
felt the edge of the waistband of his track pants. Letting my fingertips trail along that line
toward his back, I evaded his next kiss and met his gaze.
“As
much as I love these on you, I think they’ll be better off.” I practically purred at him. “Take ‘em off,
Tai.” I snapped the waistband once to
emphasize my request.
Taichi
grinned, kissing me fiercely again before he took a step back and reached for
his pants. I turned to the bed and
pulled back the covers to the end of the bed, and when I turned back to him he
was just stepping out of his pants…and
underwear.
My
mouth went dry and I ran my eyes down his tanned, athletic body. He was toned muscle, whipcord lean, and
quietly powerful with it. My gaze
lingered on his groin, and suddenly my mouth wasn’t dry any longer. I licked my lips, unable to tear my eyes away
from his erection.
A
sound much like his previous growls came from him a split second before he
tackled me. I yelped in surprise,
falling backward and bouncing on the mattress a bit with Taichi’s bulk pressing
down on me. Wriggling, I laughed and
caught him by the shoulders.
“What
the hell, Tai?” I chuckled, raising my
hands to run my fingers through his bushy, wild head of hair. With a rather pleased smile, he levered
himself up on his forearms to take some of his weight off me and look down.
“Mmm…couldn’t help it.
You’re just too fucking sexy, Yama.”
He informed me, glancing downward.
“Even if you’re not totally naked yet. I think I’ll fix that.” Taichi slid down and hooked his fingers
around my boxer-briefs, yanking them off me without a thought. I squirmed and wriggled, lifting my hips to
help him. Hell yes. And there it goes,
over his shoulder to land somewhere obscure on the floor.
Taichi
clambered back up to straddle one of my thighs, sitting back on his heels and
taking me in. I grabbed one of his
pillows and stuffed it under my head before sprawling myself out in a purely
hedonistic display on my part. I watched
him watch me, lifting an arm to rest up above my head on the pillow, and
brought one finger to my lips, eyes drifting half-shut. I was totally caught up in how he was staring
at me.
“Now
what was it you called me once?” I
pretended to think about it as I very slowly drew my finger down my chin, my
throat, and across my collarbone. I felt
rather smug by the fact that his dark eyes followed that finger,
enthralled. “Oh yes. ‘Rock and roll sex god’ was one of the things
you said.” I batted my eyes at him
playfully, smirking when he made a strangled sound and slapped my hand out of
his way as he covered me with his body.
“You vain bastard.”
He pinched a nipple between his fingers and rolled it, tugging
slightly. Pinpricks of heat and pleasure
shot through me and I gasped, my back involuntarily arching into him. “You’re really trying to rile me up, aren’t
you?”
“Oh,
but you like it, Tai.” I snuck my arm past his and hooked it around
his torso, splaying my hand to his back, pressing to encourage him to move
closer. “Besides, you’re the only one
I’d be this open with. Ever.”
He
smiled, his eyes softening. “I
know. And I’m in awe of that, believe
me.” Taichi brushed my hair back out of
my face, stroking my cheek tenderly. “I
love you, Yama.” He said, not giving me
a chance to reply, dipping his head to kiss me.
This time it was long and slow and sweet. It made my eyes flutter closed and something
ache wonderfully in my chest. I kissed
back, pouring everything I felt for Taichi into it. I hoped he could understand everything I
wasn’t saying with words.
When
he finally released my mouth, I gasped in a lungful of air and wheezed, “I love
you, too!”
Taichi’s
hand drifted down to my chest, finding my other nipple and playing with it
while he watched my reactions fly across my face and body.
“I
want to make love to you, Yama…but I don’t think we’re quite ready for
that. Not yet.” He gave a blushing, uncharacteristically meek
smile. It could have been the high sap
factor going on (which at any other time would have me rolling around on the
floor laughing my ass off). “And we
aren’t prepared for, uh…”
“Sex.” I said,
nodding my understanding. He was right;
we weren’t ready for the full act. We
had too many other things to discuss first, and we weren’t prepared for sex
itself – meaning a lack of condoms or lube.
Like I’d once told my Dad, we ‘kids’ these days knew plenty about sex,
even if we hadn’t actually experienced most of it, and Taichi and I were even
less stupid about it than your average high school graduate. In this case, we knew the mechanics of it
all, but we didn’t want to do something that would turn out wrong and end up
causing harm. For now, this first (or
second, if you count the handjob) time together it
was enough just to be together and to have the chance at active participation.
I tilted
my head slightly and grinned at him.
“You can say the word, Tai. I’ve
heard you say it before.” I poked him on
the hip. “Besides which, you’re lying on
top of me, we’re naked, and we’re doing our best to get off with each other as
lovers for the first time. Don’t go shy
on me now, Yagami!”
He
scowled at me, not particularly offended but certainly a tad embarrassed. “Well excuse me for being a little
nervous. And are you implying I might
not be living up to my Crest, here, Ishida?”
“Nah.” I denied,
slowly smoothing my hand from the centre of his back to the tight, rounded
curves of his ass. Taichi’s eyes nearly
crossed and I even got a moan out of him.
“What’s to be nervous about? No
seriously, Tai.” I insisted when he
frowned at me like I was on crack or something.
“I don’t want either of us to do this if we’re not totally okay with
it.” I even removed my hand from his
delectable backside – though I did give it a couple of fond pats before resting
it on more neutral territory at his shoulder blade.
“Performance anxiety?
I don’t know.” Taichi shrugged
helplessly. “It’s probably for no real
reason.”
I
snorted and bit my lip to hold back the laugh that wanted to come out. “Sorry!”
I apologized when he gave me an unhappy look.
“It’s
not funny, Yama.”
“I
know! I’m sorry,
it’s just that you don’t have to worry about your ‘performance’ with me,
Tai. If you can blow my mind with a
simple handjob when the both of us are still mostly
asleep, then when we’re wide awake and paying attention…”
He
blinked at me for a moment, then huffed. “Alright so it’s a stupid anxiety. Did I really do that good?” He asked curiously. I’m pretty sure I turned a wonderful shade of
pink – all over – because he chuckled and dipped his head nuzzle at my throat. “Aww…now you are the one going shy. You’re beautiful when you blush like that,
Yama.”
I
smacked him on the shoulder and decided that enough was enough. I’d been achingly hard for what was bordering
on too long now, and if he didn’t do something
I was going to have one hell of a case of blue balls. So I shifted enough that I could get my legs
around both his hips and wrapped myself around him as best I could. Just that bit of sudden contact and friction
between our bodies – as my leaking cock slid alongside his and rubbed hard
enough to drive me crazy – was enough for Taichi to get with the program. He moaned again, and lifted his head to meet
my eyes once more as he began to move with a deliberate thrust and roll of his
hips into mine.
“Oh gods, yes...” I gasped, worming a hand
in between our straining bodies – aided by sweat-slicked skin – to try and get
my fingers around both our cocks and add just enough extra to push us
over. Taichi muttered something and
pulled it away again, though, pinning it up next to my head. “Damn it!
Tai!”
“No.” He shook his head and began kissing his way
down my chest. I had to drop my legs to
let him move, however, and he was lucky I was curious enough to know what he
was going to do. I watched, horribly
horny by now, as he pretty much took his sweet time exploring every inch of my
body from chin to groin – with his tongue.
And occasionally teeth. All the while his hands were caressing and
rubbing randomly. I had the fleeting
realization that it felt like I was being worshipped in some strange (though
wonderfully erotic) way.
When
he paused, having planted one last kiss to my pelvic bone, I was a humming,
squirming mass of nerves. Pushing myself
up on my elbows and forearms, I looked down myself at him.
“Why’d
you stop?” I asked, a twitch developing
in one eye.
Taichi
smirked, his fingers closing around my cock and slowly stroking it. I groaned and shivered. His fingers felt even better now than I
remembered. I blinked at him
lethargically, a little dazed.
“I
just wanted your full and undivided attention.”
He replied huskily, licking his lips.
I
think I may have whimpered. “I’m sure
you’ve got it, Tai.” I managed to say,
my eyes locked on his hand on my zealously leaking erection as it continued to move. “Why?”
He
didn’t answer verbally. Orally,
however… Taichi lowered his head and
carefully took me into his mouth. Hot,
wet suction sheathed me and I fell back to the mattress with an
anguished-sounding cry. Far from it. I was in
high heaven somewhere on a blissful cloud of pleasure.
I
couldn’t take much of it. I was just too
eager to hold out – especially when Taichi wasn’t even trying to prolong it
now. With a surprising show of talent,
he manipulated me with his mouth and a little added assistance from his
fingers, rolling my balls in one hand while he jerked and sucked me off with
the other. I pretty much lost my sanity
as the tidal wave building at the base of my spine expanded into my hard
(beginning to hurt because I needed to come so badly) erection. I have no idea what I babbled – with moans,
gasps, pleas, and threats – but suddenly the whole world exploded and the
release of all that ecstasy blew the top of my head off.
I
couldn’t control the way my body arched off the bed, or how I cried out loudly
enough that the neighbours probably heard me crystal clear. I certainly couldn’t stop the almost violent
twitches and shudders that followed – aftershocks of the earthquake that rocked
me. Then again…why would I want to?
“Fuck!” I moaned ecstatically, going completely
boneless and lying there on my back like a limp ragdoll. “Tai…oh, lover…I think you killed me.” I pried an eye open when I felt the bed move under
me as he crawled up to stretch out beside me.
Taichi
looked about as sated and brain-fried as I felt. And he was grinning smugly, a tell-tale
streak of white on his cheek that he’d missed.
Still breathing heavily, my pulse not yet back to normal, I raised a
heavy hand to wipe my cum from his face, a sappy,
goofy grin on my own lips. A quick
glance down told me he’d come too – though when that happened I hadn’t a clue.
I
found the energy to roll toward him and pulled his head toward me so I could
kiss him. I purred throatily in approval
when I realized the new flavour to his mouth was actually me. His arm curled around me and Taichi pulled me
in as close as possible, still kissing me slow and deep.
“Hmm…Yama. You are so
incredible.” Taichi nuzzled my neck, his
hand stroking my back lightly.
“Me? I wasn’t expecting a blowjob, which was quite
impressive, FYI.” I ran my hand over his
hip and between us to gently grasp his now softened cock, just holding it
tenderly.
“Apparently
you liked it, too.” I murmured against his lips. “And I promise to return the favour at the next
possible opportunity.” He gasped and I
offered my mouth to him, very willing to let him kiss the shit out of me for
however long he wanted.
~~~~~~~~
We
ended up napping, entwined and twisted up with each other and the sheets, for a
while. A couple of
hours, maybe. When we woke up we
stared at one another for a few sleepy, contented moments before I latched
myself onto his mouth and rolled over on top of Taichi to return that favour
I’d promised.
Twenty
minutes later I was sitting on the bed beside a thoroughly debauched, sated
Taichi, lying almost insensate and sprawled out with a dazed grin on his
face. We were both all sweaty and sticky
– and did I mention naked? – but neither of us seemed
to care. Happy to watch him and wait for
him to recover, I brought a knee up to my chest and let my hand continue to pet
and stroke the slick, golden-hued skin of his thigh next to my hip. I couldn’t seem to stop touching him.
Yawning,
Taichi stretched luxuriously, giving me a wonderful eyeful of every muscle and
how it all moved under his skin. He
blinked lazily at me and dropped a hand on my calf, lightly rubbing. “Hell, beautiful.” He said huskily, his voice
thick with affection and happiness and definitely post-coital. I was beginning to love that voice.
“Sexy, Tai.” I
admired, raking my eyes over him unabashedly.
“I suppose we should shower, change the sheets, go find something to
eat…”
“Mmm…food. Yes, we should.” He pushed himself up until he was sitting up
properly, drawing my head closer with a hand cupped at the back of my
skull. Taichi kissed me, a series of
slow, long, deep kisses that were as addictive as any drug. I certainly felt like I’d been drugged when
he finally released me. “We can’t shower
together through, Yama.”
I
will never admit to pouting. “Why not?”
“For
one, the shower’s too small.” Taichi
chuckled, rubbing my non-pouty lower lip with a thumb. “But mostly because I can’t guarantee keeping
my hands off you long enough to actually get clean.”
No-o…I
wasn’t at all smug or pleased with myself.
Nope. Not at
all.
I
slid off the bed and waited until Taichi had done the same before stripping off
the dirty sheets. I wadded them up in a
ball and headed for the washer and dryer, leaving them on the floor there a
moment while I went to gather the rest of the dirty laundry. Taichi dumped all his laundry from the week
at camp next to the sheets, then grinned as I proceeded to sort through it all
into loads.
“Never thought I’d see the great Ishida Yamato doing laundry. In the nude.”
I
stuck my tongue out at him and got the first load going. “I’m not putting on clean clothes until I’ve
showered.” I reasoned, closing the lid
of the washer and spinning the dial.
“You go first, and I’ll call for takeout, since I doubt we have much
that would make a real meal right now.”
“Taichi
nodded, padding into the bathroom.
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll be
quick, Yama.” He promised.
“Whatever. Oh, what do you feel like eating?” I asked, standing just outside the bathroom to
wait for his answer before I went looking for the phone and list of numbers for
take-away places.
Taichi
poked his head out the door. “Want to
celebrate?”
That
made me smile. “Sure.”
“Let’s
have something off the wall, then. Italian?”
“Okay. Anything in particular?”
“Nah. You know what I
like, Yama, so you choose.” He flashed a
grin at me and went back into the bathroom.
His trust in me when it came to food made me feel all warm and tingly –
and strangely domestic.
As I
wandered into the kitchen (after grabbing a towel from the linen closet and
wrapping it around my hips) I had a bit of an epiphany, and the full reality of
this new aspect to our relationship sunk in completely.
Nothing
had changed. We were still best friends,
we still interacted the same way – from our arguments to how we spent our free
time together to our everyday lives in each other’s spaces – and we still had
that same comfort level and trust in one another that we’d always had. The only thing new was the sex, and even then
it seemed more like a natural progression for our relationship rather than a
sudden leap. It felt good. It felt right. And I knew we’d taken the right path for
ourselves.
Content
with the universe in general, I dug out the list, found the number for the best
Italian place Dad and I ever discovered that made deliveries, and dialled it
up. After I made the order (including a
bottle of nice, white wine) I went to my room to find my wallet and something
clean to wear after my shower.
My
lover was true to his word. It didn’t
take him long to shower before he was walking past my room calling, “Your turn,
Yama!” since he didn’t know where I was.
Taking
out my credit card, I went to Taichi’s room to give it to him. “Hey.”
I said, holding it up as I walked in.
He was already in a pair of shorts and was pulling on an old
t-shirt. “In case the delivery guy gets
here before I’m out.”
“I
can pay, Yama.” Taichi protested, eyeing
the card.
“So
can I.” I put
it in his hand and turned to walk out.
“You can get the next one.” I
heard his resigned sigh and the muttered, “Fine, fine.” behind me and smiled to
myself.
No. Nothing changed at all.
~~~~~~~~
By
the time I was done with my shower (I take considerably longer ones than
Taichi), the food had arrived and my lover was actually setting the table
nicely as I padded out to find him. We
were both dressed in old, faded and/or ripped clothes that weren’t meant to be
seen outside the house, and it really didn’t match the surprisingly romantic
atmosphere Taichi was creating out of our late meal. I mean, he had candles! I had no idea he had such a streak of romance
in him.
“Wow.” I took in the table, then looked down at my
ratty old sweatpants and faded out band shirt.
“I feel woefully underdressed.”
Taichi
blushed and laughed, shaking his head.
“Yama, I don’t care what you’re wearing – especially since, most of the
time, I’d rather you wore nothing at all.”
He winked and leered at me, reaching over the table to remove the lids
from the containers of food. I laughed
outright, unsurprisingly flattered to be worthy as the object of his lust. Moving around the table, I sidled up to his
side and leaned in to kiss him deeply.
After a long, satisfying moment of that, I backed off and went to find a
pair of wine glasses. Taichi watched me
pour with this goofy smile on his face.
“What?” I wondered, handing him a glass of the white
Zinfandel I’d ordered. I’d wanted the
white because it always equals a mellow, contented Yamato, whereas red usually
just gets me drunk. And I’m a silly
drunk. Taichi’s already seen me in that
condition and that’s enough blackmail material for him, thanks.
Taichi
shook his head, the grin softening into an adoring smile. “Nothing. I’m just insanely happy, that’s all.”
I
sipped at my wine and gestured at the table.
“Shall we? It’s going to get
cold.” I was trying not to blush,
failing miserably.
His
answer was his growling stomach.
Sheepishly he pulled out a chair and sat down. I followed suit, and we dug in to the feast
quite happily.
After
we’d eaten our fill, put away the leftovers, and cleaned up, we took our wine
into the living room and dropped down onto the sofa in ungainly sprawls of arms
and legs. Taichi ended up half-lying
down, his head resting on the sofa’s arm and his legs thrown across my
lap. It was all fine with me. I have a thing for his legs – he is, after
all, a soccer player and his legs are a fabulous sight to behold. They’re even better to feel though. And distracting. Oh my…
“Yama…you’re
drooling.”
I
blinked and tried to look innocent, like I hadn’t just been fantasizing about
where I’d like those legs to be – and the interesting positions we’d be in to
get them there. “So
what? I’m allowed.” I smoothed my hand up his calf.
Taichi
sighed happily, wriggling his bare toes to make the muscles ripple under my
hand. I very nearly moaned. “True, that.
Actually, I’m wondering how I ever could have missed not realizing how
interested you were in me.”
My
hand came to an abrupt halt just above his knee. It looked like it was time for that
conversation we needed to have, much as I’d prefer wallowing in his amorous
attention for a while longer. I sighed
and sank back into the sofa cushions.
“I
guess I did a really good job of hiding it.”
I mused. “There were a few times
I fumbled, and I honestly thought you’d finally figure it out, but…” I
shrugged, glancing down at him. “You’re
a much better actor than I am, Tai. I
had absolutely no idea you wanted me. I was convinced that the mysterious person you
said you were interested in was someone else.
That it had to be someone
else.”
“Out
of curiosity, why did you think so?”
Taichi tilted his head to look at me questioningly.
I
laughed at myself. “Because
I’m a moron. I was so sure you’d
never be interested in me that way to begin with, and then you said you were
waiting to see if the person would be receptive…even after you knew I was bi.” I made a face, “Then, even if I hadn’t
thought all that, I didn’t want to say anything about my feelings because you’ve
had a rough few months and I didn’t want to drop that on you, too – because if
you didn’t feel the same, then it just would have made things worse for you.” I threw a side-glance at him, a wry smile on
my lips. “Not to mention the damage it
may have done to our friendship.”
Taichi
nodded, holding out his hand to me. I
took it and let him thread his fingers through mine. He gave me a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll be honest, Yama; I think you and I
think more alike than we know.” Now he
laughed, shaking his head. “I was so
hesitant to tell you that I’d fallen for you, for a very long time, because I was worried I’d ruin our friendship
even though…we’d promised nothing would.”
I
gave his hand a return squeeze. “Which
only goes to show how much we must mean to each other, I suppose.”
“Yeah.”
“Good
thing we know, now, how we feel. We can
move on.” I rubbed his leg some more,
smiling. “Together.”
“Together.” Taichi agreed. I frowned when he sighed and grimaced, like
he’d eaten something bad.
“What?” I asked.
“I know that face. There’s
something you think you should say, but you don’t want to.”
“It’s…about
that whole…the handjob last week.” Taichi moved his legs off my lap and sat up,
leaning forward to prop his chin up with his hands, elbows braced on his knees.
My
frown deepened in puzzlement. “Does it
matter anymore?”
“I
think it does. Obviously something about
it affected you enough to drive you into such a depression that…what? You forgot who we are and what we do just by
our existence. I want to know what
happened, Yama, because I have to make sure that it’ll never happen again.” He looked at me now, and I understood why he
was reluctant to talk about it. At least
I could put him at ease, though.
“It
won’t. I can promise you that.”
“Matt…”
That would be leader-Taichi getting ready to lecture me.
“No,
Tai. It won’t.” I asserted.
“Listen, last week…I was all hung up on my feelings for you and confused
about what to do. Then we…it was
wonderful. At first, I thought it was
just a dream, but suddenly I knew it wasn’t and then it was too late.” I fought the unnecessary blush off and ran my
fingers through my hair. “I never
thought I could have that with you – not just the sex but all the feelings that
went with it. And when it wasn’t a dream…when
it was real, and I realized you hadn’t meant to…” I fumbled, looking inside my
own head for the reasoning I’d had back then.
Luckily, Taichi caught on quickly.
“I
should have clarified, Yama.” He said
softly, pulling me into his arms and resting his chin on my shoulder. “So I guess it’s my fault.”
“No! It’s…”
“Shh…let me finish.
We didn’t get the chance to talk after, and if we had, I would have
explained that no, I hadn’t intended to jerk off my best friend in our
sleep. I wasn’t fully awake, by the way, when I…did that. But when I did wake up enough to realize what
I was doing…I couldn’t stop myself either.
No…that’s not really true. I
could have, but…I didn’t want to.” He
paused, letting that sink in. “I couldn’t
take my hands off you, Yama. You felt so
incredible, and the noises you made were just so…hot that I couldn’t help wanting
more.” He coughed a little, clearing his
throat of the husky, needy quality to his voice. “Then after I got in the shower, I was
determined to see how things were between us, and…confess. Everything. Because I didn’t think I’d be able to hide
how I felt any longer.”
I
snuggled back into his embrace, thinking about it. “I guess I can’t fault you for that. I’m not any better.”
“I’m
still sorry, though. I should have just
told you then.”
I
shook my head. “No more apologies,
Tai. It’s done, and we’re together
now. That’s all that matters. But, uh, as for my little lapse in judgment…I
got all depressed because knowing that you hadn’t meant to be with me like that
just cemented my surety that you weren’t interested in me, and I…it really hurt. The rest is my own stupid fault.” I said angrily – at myself, not him. “I was so busy feeling sorry for myself that
I wasn’t paying attention and the next thing I knew…”
Taichi
hugged me tightly, his voice hoarse. “I
was so scared, Yama. I collapsed on the
field, and it felt like a part of me was being…I don’t know…torn apart or
buried alive. But it wasn’t me – it was that part of me that’s you, and I was terrified! And I couldn’t get to you to find out what
was wrong or to help…”
I
turned in his arms and kissed him hard, once, then planted softer, less harsh
kisses all over his face. “I’m sorry for
that. I can’t promise that the Dark won’t
come after me again, but I can
promise it won’t be because of something I
did, Tai.”
He
nodded and returned my kisses. “That’s
all I’d ever ask of you, Yama. Any of us Digidestined.”
He let his forehead rest against mine, eyes closed. “I love you.”
“I
love you.” I answered, wrapping one arm
around his neck. “And that’s why I can
promise. Because now I know, and I have
no reason to ever be that depressed ever again.”
“I’ll
make sure of it.” Taichi stated
fiercely, pressing a kiss to my temple.
I had
no doubt that he would.
We
stayed cuddled on the sofa a while longer, then hauled ourselves off to
bed. It wasn’t all that late, but we’d
had an emotional, stressful couple of days.
Stripping,
we crawled into Taichi’s bed – newly made up with clean sheets. I was totally content to snuggle up to Taichi’s
side and use his chest for a pillow, much to his amusement. I liked it because I could listen to his heartbeat,
and the rhythmic pattern of his breathing.
It was musical in a completely different way.
“Yama?” He suddenly
inquired quietly – just as I was drifting off, too.
“Hmm?”
“We’re
going to have to discuss other stuff soon, too.”
“Like?” I had a
pretty good idea, but I was too sleepy to concentrate on it.
“Who
we’re going to tell about us and when, what we’ll do about university when the
time comes, stuff like that.”
“Yeah. Tomorrow, Taichi. Or the next day.” I
yawned. “For now…sleep.”
His
hand swept down my back possessively and he sighed, relaxing. “Yeah. G’night, Yama.”
I was
already out.
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