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His Mother\'s Bed	By : Randie Category: Digimon > General > Digimon Adventure (Season 1) > Digimon Adventure (Season 1) Views: 2440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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His Mother's Bed
A/N: So, this dang fic keeps getting longer... it's just, I really wanted to write about the other kids, too. Even though they don't take a bulk in this chapter, they show up towards the end and I felt this part was needed... also, you know, there's always the sexual tension between everybody. That's fun, too.
Warnings/Pairings: Incest (I cannot stress this enough), possible rape/ mentions of abuse, and angst. YamatoxTakeruxNatsuko triangle (specifically TakeruxNatsuko; Also one-sided Yamakeru, one-sided NatsukoxYamato.) Implied Taishirou, outright Daikari. Mentions of previous Sorato / Jyoumato / Daiken, mentions of Kenyako. (Yes, there's just a slew of pairings aren't there? Don't worry, none of them really have a huge role aside the obvious, but I always state them just in case.)

[Part Three: Airing Out]
Takeru was glad he had helped his mother finish that article. Unfortunetly, that meant she had finished it on time and would be missing Taichi and Daisuke's game the next day after school. The younger brother had completely forgotten about Yamato and their encounter until he saw him pull up in that ratty car of his. Takeru was nearly to the field when a hand tapped his shoulder.
“Hey, TB,” Daisuke greeted.
Takeru gave a quick smile, noting Daisuke's unusually clean uniform and the hand entertwined with Hikari's. “Hey, you two. Good to see you.”
“You're looking better, Takeru. I'm really happy,” Hikari said, clinging to her boyfriend's arm.
“Thanks,” he replied, opening the gate for them. Of course, Daisuke waltzed through first.
I know how to treat a woman better than you, Dai, Takeru snorted in his mind. He followed the two inside the fence and up the stands were the other children waited. He gave a smile to them, but Takeru still felt as if something was missing. Even so, he realized that bringing Natsuko in the first place had been an odd suggestion, but even Daisuke teased him about being a Momma's boy, so no one made mention of such assumptions. That didn't deter Takeru's heart, though.
Which was safely tucked away in his older brother's thoughts as he eased up to the fence. Yamato couldn't help but be nervous. What if he fucked up and everyone found out what he had done? Yes, Yamato was feeling the guilt now, but he knew, if he could just be near Takeru, that would go away. Further, it would go away completely and Yamato feared he might lose it, slip up. His stomach hurt as he debated just going home. If you do that, Yama, you may as well forget convincing Takeru to come stay the night... You'll never get the guts to call the house and talk to... that bitch.
He opened the gate and strolled through, trying to keep with that cool guy demeanor he was used to putting on, but it was difficult. He was absoltuely giddy at the sight of his brother's equally joyous face and he couldn't hide his own cheer.
“Yamato!” waved Daisuke. “You crawled out of that cave you've been hiding in!”
“That's not funny, you twit,” Yamato snorted, despite knowing there was no way Daisuke could have a clue as to why that statement wasn't funny at all. “Hikari, good to see you.”
“Hey,” she said sheepishly, still clinging to Daisuke. Yamato was glad the pair had hooked up, otherwise he may never have...
“Yamato!” called a voice from the bottom of the stands. The blonde glanced down, hands in his pockets, to see Taichi and Koushiro. The blonde gave a wave. “You made it, buddy!”
“Good to see you, Yamato-kun!”
He gave a nod of the head to let them know he had heard them, then took a seat next to Takeru. The game was going to start soon and the other kids hadn't arrived yet. Ken and Miyako showed up next, holding hands. Daisuke snorted, holding Hikari closer to him.
Takeru wondered if the goggle-head in training was dating her just to make the boy jealous. No, Daisuke had always loved Hikari... it's just she had slowly become the silver trophy for him. Takeru ignored it. He didn't need them. He had all he ever wanted waiting for him at home. These people didn't matter.
Takeru felt the brush of leather against his arm and noticed Yamato take a seat next to him. He didn't say anything and Takeru couldn't speak either. Still, they both had to say something and began stumbling over themselves.
“Hey, Yamato--”
“Takeru, how are--”
“Wow, I never noticed how apart you two have been lately,” Miyako said, her and Ken finally reaching them. Daisuke gave Hikari a kiss and then went to join Taichi on the field.
“Not anymore,” Yamato said happily. “Now I have all this free time. I'm going to make up for these past few years while I still can. I mean, soon I'll be in high school and then what time will I have for anything?”
Takeru blushed. “It's not a big deal.”
“I know... these middle school entrance exams are killing me!” Miyako sighed.
“Good thing I've taught you good study habits,” Ken lectured.
“My ass,” Miyako spat, slugging the boy in the shoulder. He winced.
“Oi! Watch my game, will you?!” Taichi barked from the grass. “It's starting, guys!”
“Yeah, what he said!” Daisuke called up, his hands on his hips.
Koushiro took a seat next to Yamato. “I apologize...” he whispered with embarassment. “He's such an attention... whore... when he's playing on the field.”
“That's not the only time,” Yamato scoffed.
Takeru noticed his cell go off and quickly flipped it open, sure not to let anyone see. Especially Yamato, who's eyes were focused on the game. Takeru really never held an interest in soccer, like his older brother had once. Not that he had joined the team or anything, but he played to help Taichi “spar”.
The text was from Natsuko, as Takeru had hoped and he smiled wide. She said she would make it after all. His heart soared and Takeru closed the phone, eyes scanning the field for her arrival.
Yamato could hear his brother's sudden giggle and raised an eyebrow, “Are you alright?” the older blonde whispered.
“Oh, yeah... someone sent me a funny text,” Takeru replied with a shrug.
“Uh-huh... well, Takeru, there is something I want to ask you...”
“That's bullshit!” Miyako cried. Yamato nearly jumped from his skin. He couldn't stand loud people. “That was totally a foul.”
“Calm down, Miyako... the referee made the call,” Ken urged.
Miyako fumed. “Yeah, well, I'm gonna referee someday and show him a thing or two. Kick their ass, Daisuke or I'll rip you a new one!”
“Is she always like this?” came a familiar voice. Yamato slumped back as best as one could in the discomfort of bleachers as Jyou finally joined them. He was still dressed in full on medical internship coat, but he was probably only staying during his lunch break, anyway. “What'd I miss?”
Takeru was still looking across the field and then he noticed her and a text alongside it. [At the count of ten, come find me.] He watched her as she looked his direction. Takeru was glad Yamato was too distracted by Jyou's prescence to notice hers or the entire thing would be ruined.
“A bad call, apparently,” Koushiro answered, covering his ears to ease Miyako's yelling on his delicate drums.
“Ah, well, I don't really understand it anyway.”
Yamato was glad his technical ex was ignoring him. They hadn't really spoken much since then... the entire thing hadn't lasted long, especially once Sora found out and made their lives Hell. She would never accept the fact that Yamato had broken up with her to be with him. Yamato would never accept the fact that he had broken up with Jyou, further, because he couldn't get past the one he really wanted. Subconsciously he moved a hand over Takeru's.
Takeru noticed but tried not to let everyone else notice. “Y-Yama,” he whispered.
Yamato glanced over, blushing, and removed his hand. “Sorry.” I just want Jyou to know I'm happy. I'm sure he's been beating himself up the last few months, as much as I have.
Takeru checked his phone again. Natsuko said she was there ( with a “;)” included). The boy excused himself and Yamato watched as Takeru took a piece of his heart with him. “Where are you off to?”
“Can't I use the bathroom without announcing it to the world?” Takeru retorted.
“Sure,” Yamato replied grumpily, placing his hand on the empty area where Takeru had been sitting.
“Balls!” Miyako barked. “That was close.”
“Indeed,” Koushiro agreed. “But my Tai-chan is too fast for them.”
Yamato normally would find any excuse to poke fun at Taichi and that statement was as good as any, but his mind was distracted as he watched his brother cross the field, towards the rest station as he had said. Yamato cursed. He still hadn't asked Takeru to come stay the night and the game was nearing the halfway mark.
Jyou eased down into Takeru's space, nearly sitting on Yamato's hand. He gave a friendly smile, “So... I couldn't help but notice you're out from your room. Feeling better?”
“Yeah,” Yamato replied dully.
Jyou frowned, “Look... we didn't get to talk.”
“Then, let's not talk about it,” Yamato sighed.
“Did you ask him yet?” Jyou questioned, finally letting one finger slip over Yamato's.
The blonde jerked away, “What business is that of yours?”
“Hey. Heeeyyyy,” Miyako hissed. “I'm trying to watch the game. Can you two please go chat about your buttfucking somewhere else?”
Yamato glared and gritted his teeth, glad to have an excuse to leave. He had hoped to just forget the entire thing with Jyou, but the boy was incessant and followed Yamato down to the bottom of the stands. Yamato decided to follow his brother after, but Jyou still insisted on talking.
“I know you don't want to talk about it. If I had those feelings, I wouldn't want to, either,” Jyou insisted. “But think about what you're saying, Yamato, it's insane.”
The blonde was really resisting the urge to punch Jyou right in the nose, “You don't know anything.”
“Then, did you ask him?”
“So what if I did?” Yamato insisted.
Jyou stopped and Yamato walked a few more steps, a few feet from the bathroom before noticing Jyou's gesture... or lack thereof. “What did he say...?”
Yamato then noticed how hurt Jyou was to ask. “Damn, Jyou... I'm sorry, okay?”
“What did he say?” Jyou snapped.
“We fucked yesterday.”
“You what?” Jyou breathed.
“You heard me alright?” Yamato sighed. “And you know what, I feel better than I have my entire life now that I can be with the person I really want to be with.”
Jyou made a hushed growl. He wasn't sure what to say. He didn't approve, when it came down to it, especially considering Yamato's background, but he didn't want to deny two people true love, if that really existed between them. “I'm glad, then.”
“Really? You don't sound glad,” Yamato barked.

Takeru weaseled his way into the last stall of the men's restroom. Natsuko was waiting for him. “You found me.”
“Wasn't hard.”
“Oh, that's a shame,” Natsuko replied, grabbing Takeru's shirt. “I was hoping...” she started, sliding a hand down her son's khakis. She began to massage slowly and Takeru let his eyes close as a groan escaped him. “Feels a little hard to me...”
Natsuko squirmed as she studied her son's expression, thinking of what she had seen on the way in. She hadn't been so close to Yamato in forever and she was sure now. Yes, he would be hers again. And she would use Takeru to get to him. After all, it was obvious the boy would definetly do anything for her, make her dreams come true. She was so blessed to have such wonderful sons.
“I owe you for this morning,” she replied, lowering to her knees on the cold tile. The fresh air was different and the birds outside the high window muffled the more quiet noises escaping the son's lips. Natsuko trembled, wondering if anyone, maybe even Yamato, would stumble in to find them. As she toyed with the thought she undid Takeru's pants and let them fall to his ankles. The muscle was straining against his underwear and she removed her hand to balance so she could press her face against him. The heat immdiately hit her cheek and she felt wetness begin to escape down her thighs. “You've been waiting, haven't you? I'm so sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Really? You don't sound glad,” came Yamato's voice from nearby. Natsuko gasped briefly before running her tongue along Takeru's length, still confined tight.
“I'm having a hard time accepting it. Can you blame me?” Takeru sighed. Jyou.
“No... I guess I can't,” Yamato sighed, tears welling in his eyes. He had to get away from the crowd and ran into the bathroom and leaned over the sink. Jyou followed him, placing a reassuring hand on his back and rubbing gently.
“I'm sorry. I want you to be happy, you know that more than anything else,” Jyou whispered.
“I know...” the blonde sighed, sitting back up. He looked at his haggard face in the mirror and the two stood in silence for a moment, as if bidding farewell once more to the relationship they had. The entire thing hadn't been bad by any means, but Yamato just couldn't lie to Jyou. Jyou wasn't going to hang on if it meant causing him pain.
Natsuko couldn't hold back, hearing the voice of her son again, a few feet away, so close, so unattainable... Her thighs soaked, she pulled Takeru out quickly, making him yelp a little, which he stifled with a hand over his mouth. She smiled up at the boy, then took him in her mouth.
A shaky groan echoed from the back of the bathroom and the two boy's glanced around. “Was that your stomach? Have you been eating anything?” Jyou snapped.
“Yes, now don't start,” Yamato argued, crossing his arms.
“But I heard something.”
Yamato rolled his eyes and walked towards the stalls.
Takeru's entire body stiffened and he held his breath despite his mother speeding up the blowjob with each step Yamato took.
“See, nothing. You're hearing things.”
“Did you even look?”
“Does it fucking matter?” Yamato spat, walking back towards the sinks. “I still think you're inner ear is acting up.”
Jyou checked his watch, “My break's almost done. Can we watch the rest of the game without fighting?”
“Yeah, I guess... come on,” Yamato said, leading the way.
Once Takeru was sure the two were gone and they were in the clear, he let out a cry he hoped no one heard and forced his mother to take him deeper for being such a brat to him. “He... He could have caught us!”
Natsuko paused, also catching her breath a moment, but also to smile at Takeru. “And... would that have been so bad?”
Takeru wasn't sure. Maybe in some tiny corner of Hell Yamato would accept them and maybe even join them, but Takeru was sure that part had frozen over long ago. He wasn't thrilled by his mother's eagerness to invite him, either. “I thought you...” he started, but Natsuko was on him again, this time doing wonderful things with her tongue and Takeru was glad he could finally let her hear how much he had wanted this all day.
Natsuko continued with her hand between her legs where she had made the delicate decision not to wear anything and reflected back to that morning at the table and taking in the close memories of her son's voice, now more tangible to warp in her mind into whatever she wanted him to say.
“You're beautiful.”
“I've missed you.”
Takeru bucked his hips as his peak neared and as Natsuko groaned into his cock, he couldn't take it anymore and she pulled back, letting the warmth coat her face. She licked some of it away as she looked up at him. Takeru was breathing hard, his body still throbbing with need despite the climax. His brother almost catching them had turned him on more than he thought. “Mom... can you do that again?” he asked.
Natsuko had no trouble obliging him.

Jyou had since left and Yamato tried to smile. At least Taichi was winning. That was something. Still, Takeru hadn't returned from wherever in the Sam Hell he had went and it was beginning to worry him. Hikari was the only one who noticed, too.
“What if something happened to him, Yamato?” she asked, trying to look beyond the hanging blonde bangs into blue eyes.
“I'm sure he just got lost or something. Or fuck, I don't know, maybe he ditched.”
“Why would Takeru ditch Daisuke's game?”
“Do you really want me to answer that?” Yamato sighed.
“...I never meant to hurt him, Yamato,” Hikari replied. “Honest.”
“Don't worry, 'Kari. I'm taking care of him,” Yamato stated, sitting up. “He's happy for you two, trust me.”
“You mean that?”
“Yeah, he'll be fine. I promise.”
“Thank you for that,” Hikari whispered. “Still... would you please go find him?”
Yamato sighed. “Alright.”
The blonde once again found himself at the bottom of the bleachers and hunting around the field. Eventually he did wind up back in the bathroom where he found Takeru washing his hands. “What the Hell man?” Yamato breathed. “You've got your ex worried sick. And me.”
“I...” Takeru started.
Natsuko had left, thank God.
“Are you sick?”
“Maybe. I didn't want to throw up again, you know?” That's a good lie. Go with that. “Running back and forth, worrying everybody.”
“Sorry, I hope it wasn't because of me. I was sick last week. Course, when you drink for a few days straight, your immune system gets fuckin' shot.” Yamato chuckled, but Takeru wasn't amused. In fact, it kind of disgusted him.
“Thanks for telling me,” the blonde sighed as they started out. Yamato reached out a hand and stopped him.
“Takeru... I... wanted to ask you something...”
“What, you wanna know when we can fuck again?” Takeru asked. The tone came out playfully, but truly, he was more annoyed. He didn't give a damn about Yamato. There. He admitted it. All he wanted to do was go home and be with Natsuko and seductively make her forget about his older brother, who got everything handed to him.
Yamato smiled, “Well, it would have to be quick... unless you agree to come stay the night. Dad's going to Shimane to check on Kinu.”
“...you want me to stay over?”
“You don't?” Yamato blinked. “I mean, you don't expect me to stay at your place?”
“Mom's place,” Takeru corrected.
“Whatever.”
Takeru shifted his feet. He didn't want to say yes. Natsuko would be disappointed and Takeru knew she had so many things to teach him waiting at home.
“Look, I... I won't force you or anything, especially if you don't feel well. We don't even have to do anything, Takeru. I want more than just... you know... I wanna get to know you, too. I love you.” Takeru was at a loss when his brother was like this. “Come over tonight and just let me take care of you. Bitch's too busy anyway, I'm sure. Please?”
Takeru cracked his neck to hide his anger, “S-Sure. I'll come by.”
“You're sure?”
“I said fine, Yamato! God, why don't you believe anything I say?”
The blonde stepped back. “I... It's just... I've been feeling guilty.”
You should, Takeru hissed.
“I don't want to push you, Takeru... you can back out whenever you want.”
“No, Yamato... I love you, too. We're brothers. That's what I'm here for,” Takeru said, forcing a smile. He couldn't break up with him. That meant making Mom unhappy. That couldn't happen. “I'll come by later tonight. I might be a little late, if that's okay. You know, schoolwork.”
“Right. I can help with that, too. I've taken all those classes, remember?”
“Y-Yeah,” Takeru said happily. “Well, I'll let you know when I'm on my way.”
Yamato watched as his beautiful, loving brother started out the door, then remembered: “Uh, wait, what do you want for dinner? Chicken soup? That's easy on the stomach right?”
“Sounds fine,” the other replied. Yamato could only see the boy's shadow and watch as it disappeared towards the now setting sun.
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