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Not Fair	By : libek Category: Digimon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16020 -:- 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.

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DISCLAIMER: See previous parts.

A/N: Again, not really meant to be separate. And here's where the rest of the lemon comes in, hooray! Don't you just love taito? ^_^

Not Fair

Part Three

by Libek

For some reason, Taichi seemed to find that question hilarious. The other boy hesitated, moistening his lips. "You could say that, I guess. Never mind, okay? It's not important."

He hated vague answers. "If I could say that, then what the hell should I be saying?"

"Don't worry about it." With a leisurely shake of his head, Taichi smiled. "You're really sexy when you're pissed off at me, Yama. Did I ever tell you?"

Just like that, all of the indignation he'd felt vanished, and Yamato found himself fighting hard not to blush. It had been an annoying thing to say, he knew it had, but when Taichi pulled back and looked at him and so obviously meant it...no, he couldn't even be annoyed. He'd fantasized way too long about hearing the other boy say he was sexy to get upset over the wording. So he shook his head to answer Taichi's smartass question and tried again to kiss him. He whimpered, couldn't help it, when the other boy smirked and ducked his head to avoid it.

He didn't like this game, and liked it even less when Taichi squeezed his ass and made him sigh, but only when they landed on the bed and he realized that his former best friend had somehow ended up with both of his wrists in one hand and di see seem to be having any trouble keeping them there did Yamato know that he was in real trouble. He wriggled, trying to break the brunet's grip, and groaned when he felt Taichi's mouth on his neck. A trail of kisses followed, hot and wet and much better than he'd ever thought they would feel, but he couldn't tangle his hands in the other boy's thick hair, couldn't pull him closer, and that made it worse somehow. Worse or better. He twisted around and tried to kiss back. If he could just catch Taichi's lips...

It occurred to Yamato to wonder why he was so fixated on kissing today. Kissing heverever been one of his big goals, or anything. It tended to be overshadowed by all of the other, bigger things he wanted from Taichi. So how come, when he felt the brunet's tongue just graze the seam of his mouth, he couldn't stop himself from groaning hungrily? How come that one teasing brush of tongue made his dick throb and the muscles in his stomach clench? Fuck, he didn't care. He just wanted more.

Naturally, Taichi had noticed. Smirking widely, the other boy pinned his wrists above his head and his chest to the bed and leaned down to breathe gently on his mouth. Yamato shuddered involuntarily and shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to see the smug look on the brunet's face. Then opened them again in a hurry because Taichi was licking his lower lip. Slowly, sensuously laving his tongue over the way-too-sensitive flesh. Not fair. Even pinned to the bed, he couldn't keep his hips from jerking in response. And when Taichi slipped just the very tip of his tongue into his mouth, Yamato very nearly cried out.

It felt so good. His lips were tingling, his nerves raw, and he needed the other boy's tongue. He felt stupid, but he needed it all the same. He was panting when Taichi pulled away, overheated and frustrated and almost painfully aroused, just from a kiss. Embarrassing, but true, and if Taichi didn't stop this right now, he might even get off on it. Shit. He would never live that down.

Then Taichi was kissing him again -- a real kiss, all lips and teeth and tongue and swapped saliva -- and he stopped caring. He met it intensely, stroking his tongue along the side of Taichi's and sucking as hard as he could, trying to coax the brunet deeper into his mouth. Just a little bit more, that was all he --

Again, Taichi pulled back, tongue slipping free, and kissed him lightly, oh-so lightly, on the lips. Yamato moaned out loud and knew he sounded desperate but couldn't help it. Couldn't help lifting his head to follow the other boy's retreating mouth. When Taichi just smirked at him, moving easily out of range and then hanging there, breathing on his still-moist skin but still beyond his reach -- still too far away...when the hand on his chest slid casually down over his breast bone to stroke his nipples lightly and then Taichi got up on his knees so that he couldn't even grind their hips together -- that was what really did him in.

"Taichi! This isn't funny!"

The brunet blinked, apparently startled by his outburst, but then broke into a wide, unnerving leer. "Y'know, if you really want me to stop, you should try not to enjoy yourself so much."

Yamato spluttered. "Enjoy? I'm not enjoying anything!"

"Sure you're not," Taichi said agreeably, nodding head as if he totally believed that, and then moving his hand sharply between the blond boy's legs, cupping the bulge that his jeans did ing ing to hide. "Then what's this?"

He couldn't speak. He couldn't even really think. And it got a helluva lot worse when Taichi started to pump him. "I...that's...aaahn..." Yamato flushed and turned his face into the bedspread, gasping quietly for breath. He tugged on wri wrists, trying instinctively to shove the hand away and being confused for a moment as to why he couldn't. Then the hand backed off a little and he managed two deep breaths before he heard the sound of popping buttons and realized that Taichi was undoing his fly. Yamato had another three seconds to process this thought and try to break away, but then the hand was in his pants, in his underwear, and the skin-on-skin contact was too much. He let out a shallow, throaty moan, and stopped struggling completely.

During the next few minutes, Yamato was aware of very little. He felt his wrists being released, but as though it were something happening to someone else a great distance away. He felt something cold on his neck and his head being turned aside, but the cold thing warmed right up and wasn't worth thinking about anymore. Nothing was really worth thinking about anymore. He was going to cum. He was probably going to cum all over Taichi's han thn thick spurts. The rest of it, he didn't give a damn about. The only thing that could have made him anymore blissed out was if Taichi had been screwing him at the same time. For the moment, though? The handjob was just fine. He wouldn't have minded finishing that way at all.

Vaguely, he thought he heard Taichi chuckle. "Is that good, Yama?"

Stupid question, Yamato thought, but he was too euphoric for sarcasm. Eyes closed, he purred.

There was a long pause. If he had been of a mind to care, he might have noticed that Taichi seemed to be struggling with himself, but he wasn't and didn't notice anything at all until the slow, steady stroking abruptly stopped and the other boy calmly withdrew his hand. Then, Yamato cared. He sat up sharply, mouth open to demand some sort of explanation, and found himself very suddenly in Taichi's lap with an inexplicably sore neck. It took him a minute to figure out what had happened.

"Taichi," he began, in what he thought was an extremely reasonable tone of voice, considering the circumstances. "Exactly what the fuck am I doing on a leash, and where did you get the idiotic idea that I wouldn't kill you for it?"

Again, considering the circumstances -- being angry, embarrassed, and on the verge of orgasm was not a combination that made Yamato feel particularly generous or tolerant. The extremely smug expression on Taichi's face was really not helping.

"Why? Don't you think you'd make a good pet, Yama?"

He could feel himself freezing up, and tried not to. His body wasn't listening. The bowls near the dresser. The ones that looked like they were for food and water. What about the pink box, what was that for? A bed for the new toy? For the new pet? Oh, fuck. He'd seen that kind of porn. There was a whole section devoted to it at the bookstore around the corner. All of the little boys with whiskers and paws and fluffy tails, being kept in tiny cages and fondled and disciplined and dressed up like maids while their masters dragged them around on leashes and talked to them like they were mindless animals and forced them to do horribly sexual -- he was getting turned on. No, no, no! Bad thoughts, bad thoughts. He didn't want to belong to Taichi like that. And it wasn't as if he'd ever had a wet dream about it, either. No, Siree.

Damn it. Now he couldn't get the thought out of his head. He just wanted to cum! Couldn't they save the really bizarre fetishes for some other time?

Absorbed in these thoughts, Yamato didn't really notice it when his left hand wandered down to stroke hiectiection. What he did notice was when Taichi groaned loudly and seized his wrist, arresting the motion. He glanced up at the other boy, surprised and somewhat gnangnant, but totally unprepared for the expression of naked lust on Taichi's face. It seemed to take him a moment to pull himself together enough for a smirk.

"Naughty kitten. You know better than that, don't you?"

His voice was still a little shaky, but the words made Yamato close his eyes tightly and struggle for breath. Okay, so maybe he'd had more than one wet dream about it, and maybe he could deal with fetishy sex. The kinkier the better, really. He didn't care, as long as it felt good. The fact that being a naughty pet meant he was going to be punished...Yamato flushed. Well, that was fine, too. Punishments were -- err -- he thought he could deal with them.

Yeah. Deal.

When he turned to look at Taichi, he still hadn't quite worked out what he was going to say -- how he could possibly say, Go ahead, I'm horny enough that I think that actually sounds kinda hot, without actually putting it into those words. He licked lips that had gone dry. "Do I have to be a kitten? I always thought the bunnies were cuter."

Taichi stared at him, briefly taken aback, but then he grinned a shit-eating grin and yanked hard on the leash, jerking Yamato into a kiss. It only lasted a few seconds, and he flickered his tongue over the blond boy's no-longer-dry lips in parting. "No, you're a cat for sure. Rabbits are good, quiet pets and dogs always do what they're told. I don't think you're much like either of those, Yama. Do you?"

"I could be good," Yamato objected, but he didn't really mean it. The bunny boys were cuter, but he had never wanted to be one. The kittens were the ones that got tied up spread-eagled and fucked senseless. They were the ones that got spanked and humiliated and had to cum on command from nothing more than sucking on their masters' cocks.

Not that he found any of that appealing, or anything.

Some of what he was thinking must have shown on his face, though, because Taichi snorted faintly. "I don't think so. You're many things, Yamato, but 'good'..." He trailed off, and didn't trail back on again. An uncomfortable swallowing noise. "You know, you've got way too many clothes on. Here, let me help you with that."

"Help me with what?" Yamato started to ask, puzzled, and yelped when the other boy hauled him up on his knees. The position gave Taichi better access to his shirt buttons, which popped softly through their holes and sometimes off as Taichi pulled the shirt apart. "Hey!"

"It's just a shirt, I'll buy you another one," Taichi muttered, pressing close and burying his face in Yamato's exposed throat.

His breath was hot and heavy and moist as he licked his own lips, the very tip of his tongue brushing and smoothing the tiny fine hairs on the blond boy's skin. Even when Taichi fisted his hands in the button-down shirt, gathering the material and slowly pulling it free of his pants and then ripping it the rest of the way open, Yamato didn't complain again.

The room had gotten small and dark somehow. Airless and sticky. Maybe he was just too deeply entrenched in the feel of his almost-lover's kisses. With his shirt bunched around his elbows, Taichi had much better access to the rest of his body, and the kissing didn't linger long on his neck -- it slipped quickly to the junction of his shoulder, and traced his collar bone to his breast bone. Warm and slightly ticklish.

He felt his lips being lifted and realized abruptly that Taichi had reached the too-tight denim jeans. There was a moment of struggle with them that made him hiss out in mixed pain, and Yamato sat up to help. Even with his fly already undone, his pants were way too clingy through the hips to just slide over his hard-on. Then they were down to his thighs and Taichi was sucking on his lower lip. He gasped into the other boy's mouth when the underwear came off and he suddenly felt cold air on his naked, sweat-slicked erection.

Socks and shirt and jeans and underwear made a pile beside the bed. Taichi's clothes were not a part of it, but that made sense. He was the 'master', after all. He probably wouldn't get naked until right before the sex. Yamato shivered a little at the thought and gazed down at the other boy's wild, dark-chocolate hair through half-lidded eyes. As if feeling the eyes, Taichi looked up and then took a small bite out of the flesh of his chest, licking quickly down to one of his nipples and sucking so that he couldn't wince without moaning, too.

"Like that, kitten?"

The other boy's voice was such a low murmur that he had to strain to hear it, but even when the meaning came clear, he bit his lip and didn't respond. What would a good pet have said? Was he supposed to be honest and embarrass himself, or deny it and pretend to be innocently unaffected? Yamato wasn't sure, and decided to stay quiet. That was before he felt Taichi's tongue on his nipple -- first just a leisurely, teasing circle around the nub so that he had to dig his fingers into the blankets to keep from squirming, then a light stab at the very tip of it that made him gasp, and finally another long, hard suck. All the while swirling that tongue around the flesh he'd made so sensitive.

It was like being tortured with silk, and Yamato panted helplessly when it finally stopped. Not fair. How come he could feel every last flicker of tongue on his cock as though they'd been burned into it? Just when he'd started calming down, thinking maybe he could wait -- fuck. He shook his head to clear it.

"Yeah," he thought he heard Taichi saying from a great distance, "I guess you kinda do."

Vaguely, Yamato knew that the other boy had sounded odd -- choked, almost -- but he was s con confused when he felt sweaty fingers groping around his hip for the end of the leash, and even more confused when pulling on it dragged him closer to one of Taichi's bedposts. The lingering fog of hormones was making it hard to think. Actually, the lingering fog of hormones was making everything pretty hard.

It took him a good two minutes to focus his eyes on the bedpost enough to realize that there was some sort of funny strap on it with a lot of different metal hoops, and longer still to register the sight of Taichi's coffee-colored hands working feverishly to buckle the end of his leash to one of the hoops. He stared at the buckle stupidly, then let his eyes slip shut and just enjoyed the feeling of open air on his rigid, pulsing dick.

"Taichi...?"

A grunt. "Yeah, Yama?"

"What're you doing...?"

The other boy swallowed audibly, and for a moment the sound of metal clinking on metal ceased. "I don't know. It's supposed to be like tying you up in the yard or somethin'. Since you were being bad."

"Oh." Being tied up sounded good. He could wait for that -- a little bit longer, anyway. Yamato stretched, arching his whole body for the movement, and tried not to whimper when erecerection accidentally brushed the sheets. A very little bit longer. "Hurry?"

He could feel Taichi's eyes on him, sudden and heated and intense. The brunet cleared his throat, tried to speak, then cleared his throat again. Yamato had just started to wonder what was the matter with him, just started to open his eyes to check the other boy's expression, when he heard Taichi say distinctly, "Aw, fuck it," and found himself on his back halfway across the bed with his legs wide apart and his feet in the air and his mouth full of Taichi's tongue. He struggled briefly, wanting to explain that he hadn't meant for them to hurry quite this much, but then the other boy's hand was wrapped around his hard-on, stroking it, and nothing else seemed to matter very much.

Clothes went flying, with loud rips and tears. A pair of black silk boxers got caught on the doorknob. Taichi produced a packet of lube from the pockets of his khaki pants and tore it open with his teeth, spreading the thick substance on his hands and moaning softly as he rubbed them over the length of his dick. He opened one eye, caught Yamato staring, and smirked. The blond boy blinked hard, flushing and hastily fixing his eyes back on the boxers.

But his former best friend wasn't going to be so easily ignored. Taichi leaned forward into his field of vision, palms flat on either side of his head, lips just barely quirked with amusement. "Don't know who you think you're fooling," he whispered. "You can stare all you want, Yama. Drooling is okay, too. I'm about to fuck you senseless. It's not like I don't know you want me."

How narcissistic of you, Yamato thought. Even if it was kinda true. He opened his mouth to say something to this effect, but ended it in a sharp cry. Warm and sticky with lube, Taichi had just shoved a finger into him. "Ta - Taichi..."

God, he loved that feeling. More so when the other boy realized he wasn't gasping in pain and started moving the finger around, in and out, smearing his insides with lubrication. Then Yamato let his eyes roll back into his head and shuddered. He didn't think he'd ever get used to this, not if he lived a million years. His own hand had been fine, great, whatever -- but having Taichi's fingers working inside of him, stroking and stretching --

The second finger was even better. It made their tiny, thrusting rhythm a lot harder and a lot faster. The brunet was alternating one in and the other out, the other in and tne one out, quick and sharp and weird and intense. He felt dirty for liking it so much. He'd been told that this part wasn't really pleasurable. But...Yamato turned his head to the side and groaned through his teeth...how could anyone say that? He didn't understand...and oh fuck, when Taichi scissored his fingers, then Yamato really didn't understand.

Admittedly, the third finger hurt a bit. Just a bit. He didn't usually take it that far when he was masturbating, and the sudden sharp pain caught him off guard. He held his breath and tried to wait it out, but now his whole body was tense and unreceptive. Deep breaths, deep breaths, he had to relax...

Hand on his head. Fingers in his hair. Yamato cracked one eye open uncertainly, and found Taichi gazing down at him. The other boy frowned and stroked his hair, making soothing little noises and kissing his cheeks. Then he leaned in close and said, "You ruin all my fun. No wild kinky sex, and now I hafta be gentle?"

Yamato stared at him for a second, and scowled. Gentle? He'd show Taichi gentle. Reaching down between their bodies, he shoved bru brunet's other hand away. His almost-lover had just enough time to look faintly surprised before Yamato had hiked a knee up his hip and pulled him down hard.

Couldn't breathe. His mouth was open, but he couldn't breathe. When Taichi's arms snapped around him, he barely felt them. When the other boy let out a thick, gasping moan, he barely heard it. He was far too distracted by the explosion inside of him. All right, there was pain -- a lot more pain than he had felt at the third finger -- but he almost didn't care, because under the pain...under the pain, he could feel something else. Something like a distant echo of pleasure. And the longer they stayed still, the closer that feeling got to the surface.

"Yama...?" Husky and shaky and barely aware, right inside his ear. "Are you okay...?"

Was he? Yamato blinked slowly, and tried to think. Sensations other than pain were trickling back into his body now, and having Taichi's hot breath on his neck was sort of distracting. Maybe he wasn't really okay, but...he'd wanted this for so long. Despite the stinging, searing pain in his ass, he still wanted it. Wanted Taichi, who was lying on top of him heavily, face mostly buried in his neck, hands gripping the sheets, body starting to tremble -- actually tremble -- from the effort of not moving until he said it was all r. Sw. Sweet, for Taichi. Yamato smiled.

"I'll -- be fine," he managed r a r a moment. "S'pposed to get better once it's going, right? So, get going..." The blond boy raised his hips helpfully.

He wasn't sure which one of them was more surprised when the movement made them both moan, but Taichi lifted his head and smirked questioningly. Since Yamato just looked away and said nothing, he chuckled low in his throat and pulled out very slightly to make a first, shallow thrust. It felt careful and yes, maybe even gentle, but it also felt really good, and Yamato was not about to complain again. He just wrapped his arms around Taichi's neck and sighed when one of the other boy's hands found his nipple, trap it it between thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly.

Another thrust, this time less hesitant and at a slightly different angle -- short and to the point and quickly withdrawing. It knocked the breath out of him and wrung a whimper from his throat. The pain was almost completely gone now, and what was left...god. He got his other leg up over his lover's hip, ankles linkbriebriefly and slipping apart again as Taichi's next thrust brushed a spot inside of him that made the blond boy very nearly shriek.

"Hoah fuck..." he gasped, eyes wide and unseeing.

He heard Taichi snicker, muffled by the flesh of his throat. "That..." the other boy began in a soft groan, "...is why...gay sex...was invented. Don't tell me...you didn't...know..

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