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Not Fair	By : libek Category: Digimon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16017 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: See previous parts.

A/N: WHOA!! I am so sorry, everyone! This was supposed to be attached to that last chapter. ^^;;; I didn't even realize I hadn't uploaded it... ;_; Here's the end. So not worth a last chapter. ;_; Maybe I'll reorganized the divisions a little bit...?

Not Fair

Part Four

by Libek

Later, he would probably be embarrassed, but just at the moment, all Yamato cared about was feeling that again. This was it. This was what he'd been missing when he fingered himself. God, yes. He tightened his grip on Taichi, arms shifting so that he had one around the brunet's back and one looped around his ribcage, then dug his heel into the mattress and lifted his hips up off the bed, forcing Taichi deeper. "Shut up and fuck me!"

A sudden sharp hissTaicTaichi exhaled through his teeth, and that was all the encouragement he seemed to need. Yamato felt the other boy's fingers, the other boy's fingernails, as they dug into his hips and the sex suddenly got a whole lot faster. It was a helluva lot better than his fantasies, but... He counted four, no five more thrusts, but though they all got close enough to make him shudder and moan, nothing quite hit the mark. Shit, shit, shit. He arched his back, trying to help the angle, but it wasn't working, he was going to cry from sheer frustration --

"Yama...gonna..."

Disbelievingly, Yamato glanced at the other boy's face and saw that his eyes were glazed over, their gorgeous amber blackened like burnt honey, and he shook his head in desperation. "No...wait...please, I still...still need..."

He wasn't surw tow to put it into words, but he knew suddenly that he would never be able to cum if Taichi got off now and pulled out.

"...need...you..."

His cheeks were on fire.

The brunet grunted once, an acknowledging sort of noise, then took a deep breath and shoved Yamato's hips down on the bed, sliding free of his body and leaving him empty. Empty and wanting and suddenly afraid that Taichi was going to stop right there, or maybe jerk off on him, which was both really horrifying and kinda arousing to think about. Yamato only had a few seconds to consider it, though, before he felt Taichi's rough palms on the undersides of his thighs, shoving them up against his chest. Their eyes met, and the other boy winked, just once. Then he thrust back in so hard that it made Yamato's head spin.

And there was the spot. His eyes flew wide open and rolled right back into his head as he screamed. Garbled, incoherent, and probably featuring Taichi's name. This time, as the rest of the world fell away into darkness, he felt somethingtch tch inside of him and a hot spurt of liquid. Dazedly, he wondered whether Hikari would be awfully upset with him when she realized they hadn't used protection. She'd seemed to think it was important.

Then he felt his former best friend's warm ticklish breath on his neck, and decided he didn't really care.

It was a while before either of them felt much like moving. Even then, Taichi only rolled over to lie on his back and stare at the ceiling. He stayed that way for several minutes before turning his head so that they were looking at each other instead. Silence, but the comfortable kind. The sounds of the city below filtered in bit by bit, peacefully, and Yamato closed his eyes. He opened them again in a hurry when he felt questing fingers on his belly, tracing shapes in the nearly-dry semen. The blond boy very nearly broke his neck twisting out of bed to escape.

When he landed on the floor with a dull thump, Taichi's face quickly moved into view, looking equal parts concerned and amused. No words, just a single arched eyebrow.

"I'm really ticklish, okay?" Yamato said, reaching down to untangle one of his feet from the mass of sheets he had managed to drag down with him and somehow managing not to blush.

"I didn't say anything," the other boy replied in a way that would have been perfectly innocent if his eyes hadn't been dancing.

No, he wasn't buying a word of it. Damn. Yamato cleared his throat, finally managed to free his foot, and snatched up the remains of his button-down shirt. It was a little torn, and definitely not something he would ever be able to wear out in public again, but still better than walking around the apartment naked, even if the rest of the Yagami family probably wouldn't be returning home anytime soon. "I, uh, have to use the bathroom. Be right back."

Which, Yamato realized as soon as he stepped out into the hall, was not a complete lie. He made a run for it, very pink, and by the time he emerged from the bathroom, Taichi was already getting dressed. After a moment, Yamato sat on the edge of the brunet's bed and watched. He wondered why he felt so disappointed. Maybe because this meant the afterglow was officially over? Or maybe just because he had no idea what they were, now that the sex was over. Probably not dating, but --

"Y'know," Taichi said, interrupting his thoughts very neatly, "you ruin all my fun."

He blinked hard. "I do?"

"Always," the other boy insisted. "You're way too sexy."

This time, he wasn't able to keep the blush at bay. "You're making fun of me."

Slowly, Taichi pulled a t-shirt over his head, and glanced over his shoulder. "No," he said firmly. "I'm really not. You are way too sexy. Do you have any idea how long I've been planning this? I had this whole elaborate thing set up, all of this cool shit planned, but you wiggle your ass and suddenly I can't remember what I'm supposed to be doing."

As he wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to say to that, Yamato tried to make light of it. "What, you actually had something planned?"

"Oh, yes." Taichi nodded emphatically, and started ticking things off on his fingers. "Let's start with the really long embarrassing conversations with about fifteen different girls that you've gone out with at total random, just so I could be sure you liked guys. Mixed reports there, by the way -- a lot of them said yes 'cuz you hadn't tried to kiss them, but they were all kinda skanky sluts, so I didn't really wonder why. But Takeru, well...him, I figured I could trust, and he seemed to think you were gay."

The blond boy choked and averted his eyes. Well, I guess I don't need to talk to Teek again. He heard the bed creak loudly, and glanced over just long enough to see that Taichi had settled down next to him, but still couldn't bring himself to look his lover in the face. "Yeah?" he asked, trying not to sound as mortified as he felt.

"Yep. Anyway, that probably would've been good enough for me, but Hikari overheard me talkin' to him on the phone, and then I was stuck." A snicker. "She wanted me to try all this girly romantic stuff, like buying you flowers and taking you out to dinner and the whole routine. I told her that was a load of crap and that I didn't need her crummy advice, because I had everything figured out. I was gonna seduce you."

"Why am I not surprised?" Yamato mused aloud.

"Shut it," Taichi said in a voice that was more of a growl. "Seduction's a lot harder than it sounds, okay? Last night, I was all set to call you over and put some gay porn in the DVD player, see what you thought, if you liked it -- if you'd be interested in trying some of it first-hand..."

As he was speaking, the other boy's fingers had wandered over to stroke the smooth leather of the collar that Yamato had completely forgotten he was still wearing. Oops. He fumbled for the clasp and took it off quickly. Taichi was getting that look in his eye again, the one from earlier that he hadn't recognized but now knew meant lust, and...as much as he loved what they'd done, he was kind of sore. Not up ano another round just yet. "Sounds like a good plan," he said quickly, hoping to distract the brunet.

"What?" Amber-colored eyes darted up to his face, and blinked. A slow grin spread over Taichi's face. "Yeah, I guess so. You know, I never really thought it would work. I had everything laid out nice and neat, ordered the bed and the bowls off the internet months ago, picked the porn out specially, I even came up with some corny lines to get us started, but..." He trailed away, and actually blushed, very faintly. "When I got the collar, they had a little gold nameplate that you were supposed to have engraved, and I wanted to get it with your name -- I really did -- but I didn't have the guts. I was too scared you'd turn me down and I didn't wanna jinx it. I thought I'd end up having to stash everything in the bottom of my closet, you know?"

Yamato swallowed. Yeah, he knew. He forced a laugh. "That would be so sappy if we weren't talking about sextoys."

The other boy arched both eyebrows, and waggled them ridiculously. "You think I'd risk being sappy if it weren't about sextoys? I have an image to worry about here."

He laughed again, no longer forced, and moved a little closer to Taichi, just enough so that their knees were touching. He could have rested his hand on his lover's shoulder, too -- but somehow, that still seemed too risky. It was weird. They'd had sex, but touching like this was off-limits? "Don't worry, Taichi. I won't tell." Then, because that had sounded way too soft and serious, he added, "So, you were saying? About me being sexy?"

"Egotistic much?" Taichi shot back, but he sounded amused. "Okay, fine, we can talk about you some more. You were the one thing I didn't count on. We were supposed to do this last night, you know. Mom and Dad were going out to dinner and Hikari-chan had a sleepover, so we would've had the place to ourselves until midnight. That's why I called -- I was gonna invite you over."

"Oh." Now that he thought about it, there hadn't really seemed to be any sort of point to Taichi's call. Yamato wondered why he hadn't noticed at the time, remembered, and struggled not to blush. "So, how come you didn't?"

A very flat look from his former best friend. "Gee, I wonder. Maybe because just as I was working around to the subject, I realized you were breathin' kinda funny." He paused, and swallowed audibly. "You know, that was supposed to be a joke? Ha-ha, piss you off and get my head outta the gutter. Didn't work too well. And when I figured out you were thinking about me -- fuck. Half the reason why I hung up so fast was so I could go jerk off."

When Yamato opened his mouth to respond, nothing came out. He didn't know what to say. He had never been flattered and turned on at the same time before. Crazed fangirls aside, the blond boy didn't think he had ever done that to anyone before. At least, not that he knew about. If Taichi really had been planning this whole thing for a while, though --

"I'm sorry, you know."

He frowned, momentarily confused. "Sorry?"

"Yeah. For being such an asshole when we were on the phone last night. I should've just come right out and said it, huh? I dunno why I didn't."

The other boy's arm slipped around him, and Yamato smiled slightly. "Maybe because you were scared?" he suggested gently.

There was a brief silence. All at once, the arm withdrew, and Taichi was clearing his throat. "Okay, that's it. That's the line right there. There's way too much estrogen in this room. And you know what? I'm not sorry. If anything, I'm just sorry that I couldn't see your face when I hung up."

"Compensation?" Yamato asked mildly, not about to be offended.

"Hell, yeah."

They both laughed, and when it subsided, the blond boy found that something else had subsided, too. He no longer felt uncomfortable resting his head on Taichi's shoulder. In fact, as he shut his eyes and breathed in his lover's scent, he felt more comfortable -- and happier -- than he had ever felt in his entire life. Too bad they weren't dating. He wouldn't have minded staying like this for the rest of that life. But he had heard horror stories in the locker room about clingy girls who took sex and acted like it meant you were married now, and he didn't want to do that to Taichi. Besides, the sex had been good. He didn't really want it to end there, but so long as they could still be friends, he thought he would be able to deal with that.

Then he felt Taichi's lipush ush his cheek, gentle and warm. "But next time, you're gonna hafta tell me why you're so 'ticklish' all of a sudden, okay?"

"Next time?" he squeaked, and flinched at the sound of it.

"Yeah, next time." Taichi smirked and kissed him again, still gently. No mocking laughter for the obvious eagerness. "You kiddin' me? And waste all that money? I've got a pair of fuzzy cat ears for you, and one of those vibrators with a tail attached..." He grinned suggestively. "Perfect for the guy who didn't know what a prostate was."

Decorations indeed. Yamato blushed, scowled, started to reply, and then hesitated. "Does that mean...I mean..." He hated feeling so vulnerable. Hated it. Yamato screwed his eyes shut and spat the words out. "Are you going to get my name engraved on that nameplate?"

Now the other boy laughed. Low, rumbling, affectionate laughter. He felt a hand in his hair, mussing it lightly.

"Well, yeah, that was sorta the idea. C'mon, Yama. Like anyone else would actually put up with all of this? Sorry. You're stuck with me now."

Maybe it wasn't romantic, and it definitely wasn't an I-love-you, but the kiss afterwards made up for it, so Yamato didn't mind all that much. Besides, coming from Taichi? That had really been kind of sweet.

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