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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 20: Nicotine
He could tell by the urgency in his son’s actions as he entered the apartment what he needed. Rushing right passed him with barely a wave in hello, the teenager nearly slammed the sliding glass door open and waltzed right out onto the balcony. Fishing in the coat pocket for a moment, Matt realized what he was looking for wasn’t in it so he sprinted to his room and soon appeared with a box of cancer and a lighter. Sticking a cigarette in his mouth he dropped the rest of the pack into one of the coat pockets. Shielding the flame from the wind, he held to the end of the cigarette until it started to burn, tasting the harsh fumes on his tongue. Flipping the lid back and cutting off the flame, he stuffed the lighter into the same pocket he had previously put the pack in.
Inhaling nice and deep, he removed the cigarette from his mouth and held it so the ashes would flitter on the wind out over the edge of the balcony. Holding it in for as long as his lungs would allow him, Matt tilted his head towards the sky and let out a calm, relaxed breath filled with smoke. He then proceeded to take another breath of tainted air. Repeating this routine another couple times, he suddenly remembered he was wearing Tai’s coat and hurriedly took it off, tossing it back inside the apartment to keep it from smelling like some of his other clothes; he would never forgive himself if it got saturated with cigarette smoke, and he knew neither would Tai.
Hiroaki watched his son for a minute before finally deciding to go join him, resting his folded arms on the balcony rail and gazing down at the street. Matt continued to puff away at his shortening cigarette, absently tapping it with thumb every now and then to knock off the ashes, neither sure just where to start the conversation. Giving his son a pained, sidelong glace, Hiroaki couldn’t help but wonder just when it had become so hard to talk to the boy.
Matt broke the silence. Blue eyes transfixed on the burning end of the item between his fore and middle finger, he asked, “Dad, would you go get me the jacket I tossed inside please?” Sighing, he watched his son drop the spent cigarette onto the balcony floor and step on it before he dejectedly went to retrieve the rest of the pack for him. Holding the coat out in one hand, Matt took it without a word and fished through the pocket for what he was looking for.
To say the least, he was quite shocked. Flame licked at the corner of the box where Matt had introduced it to the lighter. It burned quickly through the paper package to its contents, catching onto them as well. As soon as it was too hot for him to keep a hold of Matt dropped it to the hard stone of the balcony, watching with mute fascination as the entire thing became nothing but a ball of heat and ashes and nicotine. “I want to quit,” he said, eyes not once leaving the small mass of fire and paper. “I mean really quit. I want to make Taichi proud, but I don’t think I can do this alone. It’s really hard.” Letting out a frustrated sigh, he crouched down so he was sitting on his heels, hands holding the rail to help him keep his balance.
A kind hand rested reassuringly on his shoulder. “We’ll go get you some patches right now,” he said, giving the teenager’s shoulder a comforting squeeze before heading towards the kitchen. Matt did move an inch, oceanic eyes watching the last of the flames die on the pack of cigarettes until he heard his dad come back. “Time to get up,” he said, grabbing his son’s arm and helping pull him to his feet. “And I’ll always be here for support, son. Although, if you don’t mind me asking, why aren’t you asking Tai to help you with this?”
A small smile graced Matt’s lips, but the teenager didn’t reply. He didn’t say much of anything as they were figuring out what strength of patches they should get as well. But upon returning home Hiroaki got his answer. Going back into the kitchen to finish the meal he had been starting when Matt came rushing in the door, he had barely sat down when something very familiar started floating through the air. Matt was sitting on the couch, blue coat hanging loosely on his shoulders, with a harmonica to his mouth. His eyes were closed and he seemed to just lose himself in whatever melody he was playing. And Hiroaki had no doubt that Tai had given it to him, and just a couple hours before when he so urgently came in and stole his son.

The patch felt strange on his skin, as if he had plastered a piece of clear packing tape to his arm. It itched slightly, in that irritating, ‘just enough that it is noticeable’ kind of way, and he had to use all of his self control some times to not rub at it through his shirt. He hadn’t had a cigarette in nine days, though, so they seemed to be working. While there were a couple times he felt the urge to smoke it was never very strong and he easily beat it back down. His lack of smoking had also kept Tai from yelling at him, which was a major plus.
And speaking of Tai, those tanned arms around his neck could only belong to the aforementioned brunette. He could feel the little kisses getting trailed down his neck, curving around until Tai could take his pale earlobe into his mouth playfully. And had the hallway not been abandoned at the moment Matt would have punched Tai in the face for his advances. They were sweet, though, and no one was around to witness them so he shyly blushed and left his lover to his ministrations.
Placing one last kiss on the blonde’s cheek, Tai backed off. He was thankful his timid lover had even let him do that much and didn’t want to push his luck. Resisting the urge to playfully whisk Matt’s books away from him so he could play the part of the good boyfriend, Tai led the way to their first period class. As it was just holding the door open for his lover got him a small glare.
It was about half way through class that Matt felt the piece of paper nudge his elbow. It was crumpled from the persistence the brunette in the chair beside had used to get his attention and frayed on one edge where he had obviously torn it from a spiral notebook. It was also folded in half several times until it barely took up the space of a business card. Since he knew this teacher was very strict about note passing and talking in class, Matt unfolded it in his lap, glancing down at it only once the old man had turned around to write something on the chalk board about some old, dead famous guys that did something back sometime. Scrawled in messy handwriting in the upper margin were innocent enough words, unless you knew the underlying meaning behind them; Will your dad be home tonight?
Matt nearly choked. They had had this conversation before, and when Matt said no Tai would ask if he could come over. Simple enough, but once they were alone together, where no one might walk in on them, the soccer player would immediately turn to the offensive, trying to worm his way passed the musician’s barriers and into his pants. He was persistent, but not to the point where he wouldn’t listen to his partner.
Scribbling a reply and folding it back up, Matt left the note on his lover’s lap. Judging by the frown it wasn’t the answer he had been wanting to get. Right under his own handwriting, written in neat letters despite having used his leg as a table, was a single word; Yes. Tai learned later that day that it wasn’t just a bluff, for Hiroaki made it home just shortly after they walked into the apartment. Silently grateful for the rescue, Matt hurried into the kitchen to fix something for the three of them to eat. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he was scared of having sex again. He couldn’t help but wonder what type of pervert he had to be to enjoy having something shoved up his ass, and what type of masochist he must be to have preferred the rougher, more painful moments than the gentler ones. He was seeing parts of himself he didn’t know existed, and he was a little frightened about what else he might discover.
He would worry about that later, though. He had more important things to take care of, like his boyfriend before the bottomless pit starved.

Rushing out the door so fast that Roadrunner would be amazed, Matt just knew he was forgetting something. His alarm hadn’t gone off for some reason. He suspected it was the work of some ghost but his dad insisted that it did go off and a very sleepy Matt had gotten up just long enough to shut the damn thing off before crawling back into bed and falling asleep again. What do adults know, anyway? But because of his alarm mishap Matt had barely had time to fix his hair and grab a piece of toast before running out the door and towards school.
And he still felt like he was missing something. He had done his homework the night before and shoved it in his bag, even finishing a project not due for another two days, his hair was fixed up, albeit not as nice as it would be if he had the extra time to mess with it, and he remembered to grab something for breakfast, so what was wrong? Whatever it was he knew it was important because it wouldn’t leave him alone, and once it came to him he knew it would hit him like a ton of bricks, but he was going to be late for class if he dwelled on it any longer so he forced it out of his mind. Sprinting until his breath came harshly to his lungs, he only slowed once the school doors were in sight.
The tardy bell rang just as his butt touched the seat, the musician breathing a sigh of relief. It would be an afternoon detention if he got one more tardy that week, and there were plenty of other things he’d rather do with his evenings than sitting in a classroom because of a stupid alarm disabling ghost. If he ever caught the thing he’d have to exorcise it.
It was around the end of fourth period that he finally remembered what had slipped his mind, and like he had predicted, it hit him like a ton of bricks. He was starting to shiver slightly, and was quite thankful that Tai had to pay attention in science class because his grade was slipping so he wouldn’t have time to notice the condition he was in. Taking deep breaths didn’t seem to work to calm him down and throughout the entire fifth period his cravings got worse. By the end of it he was not in a good mood, snapping at his lab partner over something very small. “You’re supposed to mix chemical A with C before you mix A with B,” he snapped, forcefully taking the test tube from his lover and doing them in the correct order. Since the two were in different beakers and therefore different mixes it didn’t really matter much, but his withdrawal symptoms were not letting up. Kind of scared by the musician’s moodiness, Tai took off for the cafeteria as soon as the bell rang, leaving Matt in his dust.
The blonde didn’t head towards the commons, nor did he go to his locker. Heading in the opposite direction, he dropped his things off in his sixth period classroom before heading towards the back of the gym. Three people were huddled around the back entrance, though only one seemed to acknowledge his approach. Scooting to the side to let the blonde sit down and join them, the young man smiled kindly to the other teenager he’d loosely use the word friend with.
Shaking his head at the invitation, Matt said, “Just give me one, Kei.” The distaste was obvious in his words, though Kei didn’t take it the wrong way. The other two with him, on the other hand…
“Not good enough for us?” another boy asked, standing up and glowering. His height wasn’t anything to be proud of, and neither was his weight. Shorter than Matt was, he must have weighed at least three times as much.
The girl was about to add something as well when Kei cut in with a chuckle and raised hand. “No need to be hostile,” he said, extending his other hand towards Matt. Disgusted with himself, he took the offered cigarette and turned to leave. “Matt only smokes on the roof,” Kei explained to them, ushering them to sit back down so they could continue their game of blackjack. “But I thought you were quitting,” he added to the departing singer.
“I am,” Matt replied, fishing for his lighter. “Forgot to put a damn patch on today.”
Matt’s prolonged absence had started to make Tai worry by that point, and he finally decided to go search for his boyfriend. A quick peek into his previous and next classrooms and down the hall where his locker was located revealed that the blonde was no where to be seen. Which meant only one thing. Gritting his teeth to keep himself from quietly cursing, he took the stairs two at a time.
It tasted like he was eating a camp fire, but his anxiety was surely lessening with every intact of burning fumes. The jittery shivering was all but gone and he no longer felt the need to bite the head off of everything that so much as looked at him wrong, but that didn’t mean he really felt any better. This is what he had been trying to avoid, yet instead of calling his dad and asking him to bring him what he needed he went to an old pal for a different solution.
And that was a door opening, things just got worse. “Yamato! What the hell are you doing up here?” Tai yelled, footsteps resounding heavily as he stormed over to the older teen. Matt couldn’t muster up the courage to look at him, instead diverting his gaze to the ground far below and taking another deep inhale of smoke.
Rage mounting, the soccer star launched himself at his lover, left hand closing around the offensive item in the blonde’s hand and yanking it from his grasp. The lit end burned into his palm but he was blind to the pain, disappointment and fury in his chocolate eyes. Matt suddenly had concerns for his boyfriend, though, and worked quickly to make him drop it, blowing on the fresh wound as if trying to make it disappear. “Please Tai, don’t do that,” he pleaded.
“I told you to quit smoking,” Tai replied, not backing down an inch. His mind slowly clearing, Tai could clearly see the anguish on his best friend’s face. “I’m just worried about you,” he said in a nicer tone.
Unable to look Tai in the eyes, Matt instead focused on the wall behind him. “It’s not as easy as it sounds,” he tried to explain, only succeeding in receiving another harsh glare. “And I forget a patch just one day and this happens… What?”
“Patch? You mean a nicotine patch?” he asked, features softening as the blonde gave a slight nod. “So you are trying to quit…” he added, a slight smile on his face. There was also a touch of shame hidden there, the brunette feeling a bit guilty for jumping to conclusions.
“Trying being the operative word,” Matt replied. “I’ve already tried once before.” He tried to keep the dejection from his words, knowing that if he gave up before he even started then he wouldn’t beat this, but the previous loss did weigh heavily on him.
“This time, I’ll hold you up,” Tai smiled, leaning in for a kiss before remembering what Matt had just been doing. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he instead rested his head on the blonde’s shoulder. He’d berate Matt later for using a repellent to keep him from kissing him. But for now Matt needed support, and he was willing to be there for him.
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