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Perfect Situation	By : breathesunshine Category: Digimon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6724 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Toei and Bandai own Digimon. Meaning that I sadly don't. This is all make-believe; should someone believe otherwise they've obviously gone crazy. There is no profit being made on this fic.

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AN: Been a while since I've updated. I wrote this when I had a ear infection and was on some drugs for the pain . . . I almost decided to rewrite this part, not just because it felt like Taichi's thoughts were a little wild, but because his actions were a little messed up. However I thought it added something to the story and helped express his fustrations and was almost in character . . . or not.

This still doesn't have a beta and if anthing really stands out and needs changing please please let me know.

Enjoy. Next part will be filled of sex and hotness, I promise.

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It’s been three days since Taichi made out with Daisuke on that tiny uncomfortable couch, in that small dark karaoke booth. He can still feel the younger boy’s smooth skin, and hear the little noises of pleasure escaping the both of them. He can also remember the chubby cat girl unlocking their door because their hour hand been over for fifteen minutes.

The both of them had been so shocked, but Taichi hadn’t been pushed away, and he knows that he was thinking that Yamato would have never let them make out there in the first place, let alone get so caught up in making out because they lost track of time or let them get caught.
Daisuke hadn’t jump away, he’d merely stuttered an apology all the while remaining seated in Taichi’s lap, hands still gripping at the older boy’s neck and stretching the back of his shirt.

The girl had rolled her eyes and said to come to the desk in fifteen minutes to pay for the 30 minute fee. She rolled her eyes again and closed the door, the sound of the lock falling back into place signaling that the boys were allowed to be a bit more relaxed.
Daisuke let go of Taichi, but he still didn’t climb off the older boy’s lap. He did however cover his cherry red face with shaking hands and groaned, “That was so embarrassing!”
Taichi flopped back, the stiff cushions almost bouncing him back up. His laugh that he let escape was strained, not so much embarrassment from being caught, but that he had just been cheating on his boyfriend, with one of his closest friends.
One of his shaky arms covered his face, hiding it not so much from Daisuke, but from the fact that he really didn’t feel guilty of making out with the younger boy, “Tell me about it,” he finally said after he had taken a few deep breaths.
He hadn’t been able to ignore the fact that he had been so fucking hard and horny, and that he wasn’t made to feel guilty about it. In fact Daisuke didn’t seem to be bothered that his own excitement was pressing into Taichi’s left inner thigh, so close to his own hot erection.
“Taichi-senpai,” Daisuke had called out to him, his voice had sounded so unsure and shaky.
Taichi pulled his arm from his face and propped himself up by his elbows, “Yeah?” he replied.
The boy had looked at him, his hair a little messy and his lips so swollen, “I-I, is everything ok?” he finally asked after a little bit of a struggle.
Taichi tipped his head back into the stiff cushion and locked his eyes onto the glitter coating the ceiling. He had taken his time before answering, but he made sure to reach out and take on of Daisuke’s shivering hands into his own and give it a firm reassuring squeeze.
“No. Not everything is ok,” he said, and the poor thing sitting on his lap stiffened and started to climb up. Taichi also stiffened and sat up so quickly that he had gotten a little light headed but ignored it for clutching at Daisukes shaking shoulders instead.
Though the younger boy had tried to hide it, it was clear that he had started to cry. Taichi winced, he really hadn’t meant for it to come out like that. “I meant more in a general sense, but you and me, we’re ok,” he pulled the boy to his chest and pressed a kiss to a hot temple, “Everything going on with you and me is ok. Just I don’t know what to do about it.”
It was true, even three days and two nights of wet dreams later Taichi still didn’t know what to do. He did know that he wasn’t upset with Daisuke, nor did he feel guilty about what happened. However he didn’t think he wanted to break up with Yamato because kissing Daisuke made him hard; despite all the problems and arguments. He loved the grumpy selfish idiot, and wasn’t willing to let him go.
On the other hand he wanted to track Daisuke down and do more than just kiss the boy silly. He had gone back to his apartment after seeing Daisuke home; sadly without any more kisses, and had jacked off the moment he closed the front door.

The thought of what it would be like if the younger boy was there with him and was the one pulling at Taichi’s cock instead, made him come so quickly and hard, that his teeth drew blood from bitting into his fist, and made his head pound painfully hard after he banged it against the metal door. He hadn’t even waited to take off his shoes and jacket.
He had stood there for a few moments, his shoulders heaving against the solid metal door pressing from behind. His jeans had slid down to mid-thigh, and his boxers were stretched from his softening penis sagging down over the top of the red material. He licked his lips and whipped his semen on his sweat drenched shirt; he had to wash it anyways.
It was as he had been pulling up his pants that he remembered about Yamato, he had frozen and listened for signs that the blond was awake. However after a couple of seconds Taichi noticed that Yamato’s fancy leather sandals were missing, the bastard wasn’t even home. Suddenly pissed off and relieved that he was alone in a dark and empty apartment Taichi ditched pulling his pants back up and instead pushed his shoes off using his feet and pulled his jeans down and off. The flashy blue and gold light weight jacket fallows, the cum smeared shirt was next, and finally his red boxers. Standing naked in the tight and hot entrance Taichi left his things in the little space in front of the door and stepped up into the apartment.
He stomps past the tiny living room and kitchen, he skips Yamato’s ‘studio’ and the only bathroom, and charges into the guy’s bedroom which is across from his own. The room is perfectly clean and usually Taichi wouldn’t dare intrude into Yamato’s private space; not that Yamato returns the courtesy, but he’s angry and is tired of ignoring it. Of course he knows that Yamato left because Taichi ignored the bastard’s order to come straight home and not to hang out with the ‘little brat’, he also knows that he just cheated by making out with said brat, but he was tired of Yamato’s passive aggressive behavior.
He makes his way to Yamato’s neatly made bed, taking a moment to grab the bottle of expensive lotion from the mostly unused desk. Taichi pulls the covers back neatly and then climbs onto the comfortable mattress that he’d never actually slept or fucked on. His knees dip deep into the mattress as he kneels in the middle and pours a dime size of the scentless lotion into his hand.
Taichi hisses from the cold lotion touching his limp and sensitive dick, however he pushes through and starts to pull with hard motions of his hand and wrist. He growls in frustration after a few minutes of this and he still doesn’t get hard. He stops for a second and breathes deeply.
He kind of regrets now that he didn’t pay for an extra hour at the karaoke bar and made out with Daisuke a little bit longer. Maybe the boy would have been willing to do more than let Taichi shove his tongue in his mouth and grope his ass a little. Maybe he could have gotten the boy to let him pull down there pants a little and rub the tips of their cocks together until they both came. This train of thought leads him into imagining that he brought Daisuke home and convinced him to let Taichi to suck him off, here on Yamato’s soft and comfy bed.

It doesn’t take long after that for Taichi to get hard again and even less for him to be cumming onto Yamato’s sheets at the thought of doing naughty things to Daisuke here in Yamato’s room, on the off limits bed. What would happen if the grumpy blonde walked in on it . . .
Satisfied he climbs off and pulls the blanket and sheet back into place. He feels satisfied and a little nasty for the disgusting prank, but this is really all he has left. Yamato doesn’t react much anymore to Taichi’s usual acts of childish retaliation. Shaking off the feeling Taichi yawns and leaves the room, he thankfully remembers to go back for his cloths left in front of the entrance, before heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his hands.
Once done he goes to his own messy room and climbs into his tangled sheets. It is then that he realizes he never took of his socks. Taichi starts to laugh, but then it turns into him just sobbing like a baby into his pillow.

He should go change the sheets, but he doesn’t want to. Because he really doesn’t care that he’s a fucked up freak that just jized into his boyfriend’s bed, while thinking about a boy three years younger than him. God, he was a freak and he didn’t care. Just, he’d rather Daisuke not find out.
He doesn’t remember falling asleep, just being woken up by Yamato pulling him from his bed by his hair. The blond was clearly angry what with how red and pinched his face was. Taichi was dragged along the floor naked, his socked feet struggling to pull himself up. His hands scratched at Yamato’s to let go of his hair, he could feel pulling away from his scalp. Tears pinched at the corners of his eyes, Yamato ignored it all in his rage and continued to drag Taichi from his room and into his own.
It wasn’t until Yamato was shoving Taichi into his own cold sticky semen that the burnet knew what was going on. Yamato remained silent when he flipped Taichi over onto his back and slapped a grinning cheek. Taichi just laughed and trieed to push Yamato back, but failed. He got slapped again, and he just laughed even harder and pushed back more urgently.
The other man finally stumbled back just a bit before he lunged forward and to start shaking the laughing boy by his shoulders, “You sick fuck, you came all over my sheets!” Yamato practically screamed into Taichi’s face, spit speckled olive skin.
Taichi started to cry then, and Yamato stopped shaking him and let his head drop with a groan against the heaving chest under him. Taichi just laid there and cried into his shaking hands, he had been so scared, that for a second he had though Yamato was going to do more than slap him.
The weight left his chest and Yamato rolled off him, Taichi sat up, sniffled and whiped at his tear soaked and sore cheeks. He just sat there for a couple of seconds trying to get over the shock and fear jumbling up his brain. Slowly the shakes change to anger that only covered up his fear so much.
“Don’t ever hit me again,” he hissed, getting up off the bed. He looked down to the tired blue eyes of his boyfriend; or whatever he was, “We settle things with a few punches like normal best friends, Yamato. We have to,” he pauses and looks away, “Look, I’m sorry about what I did. I was angry and played a nasty prank. But I didn’t deserve you dragging me around by my fucking hair and you hitting me. I’d never hurt you like that, never.”
He made to leave the room but stopped and looked back at Yamato. He growled when he saw that Yamato was glaring at him, and there wasn’t any clear sign that he felt guilty. He leant down into the other man’s face.
“Do anything like this again, and I’ll leave,” he threaten, “and I’ll tell everyone that you are an abusive fuck that likes to fuck me up the ass, but is too much of a pussy to let me fuck yours.”
Yamato growled and pushed at Taichi’s shoulder, “Get the fuck out of my room,” he yelled and pointed to the open door.

Taichi didn’t have to be told twice. It had taken a lot of effort not to throw it in the blondes face about what happened with Daisuke. But Taichi wanted to keep to keep it to himself. Besides he wouldn’t be able to do it again if he had said something.

God, he wanted to do it again and more, not just because of how much he liked it or how nice it was to do those things with a sweet guy like Daisuke. But, also he wanted to punish his boyfriend, lover, partner, or whatever Yamato was. And though the bastard had hit him and dragged him around by his hair, he still loved the guy, and wasn’t really willing to lose him.

They hadn’t talked since that night; in fact Taichi hasn’t seen Yamato at all. Which was nice considering Taichi really didn’t want to see the grumpy bastard right now. Now on the other hand he wouldn’t mind seeing a certain koudai.
Which was kind of the reason he was calling Daisuke. Taichi also figured that the poor thing was probably freaking out; it had been a couple days since they had kissed . . . last talked.
Right . . .
Talked.
He waited until the afternoon to call the boy on his cell, not wanting to interrupt while Daisuke was in school or at soccer practice. The waiting sucked and by the time he was actually calling he had butterflies in his stomach and half an erection.
It took only two rings before there was a breathless answer, “Hey,” and a shaky second long pause before he heard, “Senpai.”
Taichi can’t help but grin at how cute the boy is. “Hey, Daisuke,” he greets back, licking his lips he goes straight to the point of why he’s calling, “Um, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out,” then he remembers, “unless you have to study or something.”

He has to wait a bit before Daisuke answers, “I do have to study,” he draws out, but quickly adds in a rush, “but I’ll be done by five,” another pause, “and I don’t have to be home until nine and you don’t live that far from Ken now.” Daisuke tails off sounding unsure.

The mention of Ken has Taichi tensing, “That’s fine, come on over after you’re done,” he wants to ask if Daisuke has said anything to Ken, but knowing those two Ken knows every little detail about what happened. Taichi cringes and he can feel the butterflies turning into squirming snakes but he squashes it down, “I’ll see you after five.”
Daisuke sound happy enough when he replies, “Yeah, see ya.” And the both of them hang up.
Its three thirty right now and Taichi decides to go to the corner store and get some of the snacks he knows that Daisuke likes. He’d feel like a pig if he jumped the boy right off the bat, not that he doesn’t want to. He’d just rather not scare the boy away before they can have some fun. He has four more days until Yamato comes home from camping out with his dad and brother.
It doesn’t take him long to walk down to the corner store, browse and pay for the snacks, then walk back. Now it’s four and Taichi figures it couldn’t hurt to tidy up and put the soda into the fridge to chill. He cleans his room a little after tiding up the living room and bathroom. He chuckles and mumbles that it has been forever since he’s cleaned his room. Yamato will be shocked if it stays this way long enough for when he comes back.
Soon enough around five thirty there is a knock at the door. Suddenly far more nervous than before Taichi wipes his sweaty hands against his jeans and tugs at the blue t-shirt that has a white printed stencil of Agumon on it and goes to answer the door.
And there is Daisuke looking nervously up and down the tight hallway, hands white from clutching at the strap of his school bag that is slung over one shoulder. Taichi is almost surprised at how hot Daisuke looks in the school’s fall uniform, the white long sleeved shirt neatly tucked into dark navy slacks. While being so polite looking, it did a great job of showing off Daisuke’s slim figure. The boy was growing up into a beautiful man.
“Hey, glad you could make it,” Taichi finally says opening the door wider and moving to make room for the boy to enter, “I got some snacks and soda, figured we could watch tv or play some games.”
Daisuke scoots past him his face bright red. “Um, yeah,” he replies to the greeting, he kneels down to untie the black shoes that are a required part of the school’s dress code; Taichi remembers how much he hated them.
Taichi isn’t bother when the younger boy doesn’t say anything else as they head into the living room. He is pretty sure that Daisuke is not only nervous, but pretty scared too. Hopefully he’ll relax enough for them to do more than eat snack and watch tv or play video games.
Hopefully.
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