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Exposure	By : libek Category: Digimon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: See previous parts.

A/N: Graphic BDSM sex featured in this chapter. (BDSM, by the way, roughly entails BONDAGE, DOMINATION, SUBMISSION, SADOMASOCHISM, and SLAVE/MASTER relationships.) There will also be TOYS and the use of strawberry syrup in a very inappropriate way. Just thought you'd like to know! ^_^

Exposure

Part Four: Marionette

by Libek

At that precise moment, Takashi was, rather resignedly, tiptoeing into the bedroom. He didn't want to go in there, not being particularly comfortable with the knowledge that he was now looking at the bed Yamato slept in. Slept with Taichi in, that is. He swallowed nervously, knowing that Taichi would be looking for him, but proceeding anyhow. There wasn't much choice in the matter.

  He had been playing Jacks by himself in the living room when the ball rolled away from him. He tried to retrieve it several times, but kept doing that infuriating thing where you bend down a little too quickly and end up only knocking the thing further away. It had eventually rolled under the bed, and he got a nasty sinking feeling when he knelt down to reach for it -- like this was a very bad idea. Takashi ignored his gut instinct and put his head on the floor to search.

  His mouth fell open in a very tiny o of surprise.

  "What the HELL are you doing?" Taichi demanded from behind him, and a few seconds later, the other boy had hoisted him up by his shoulders and dragged him bodily from the room. Takashi was much too stunned to resist. He couldn't even stop his mouth from flopping about like a fish out of water, and the only thought in his head was that he'd never be able to look at Yamato the same way again. Not in a million years.

  Detachedly, he felt the pavement when he hit it, having been literally kicked out, but still, as Sekyou helped him to his feet, he couldn't find the words to speak.

  "How horribly rude," Mavi said, but he didn't sound angry. In fact, he sounded like he might start laughing at any moment. "I say we call a practice tomorrow, around noon."

  "Whatever for?" Akira asked, puzzled. He wasn't the only one.

  "He'll be in a splendid mood. And I suggest all of you get yourselves laid, as well, so that he isn't the only one." His eyes had a certain mischievous spark in them, which gave the others all the impression that he would be doing this more than once tonight if the fates allowed.

  Takashi wasn't sure he'd be able to follow Mavi's advice. He seemed to be having trouble getting the image of Yamato being fucked out of his head, and it was doing absolutely illegal things to his stomach. He didn't even want to think about what all that stuff was for. On what planet were chains considered sexy, anyway?

*   *   *

Taichi dusted off his hands and locked the door, thinking to himself that there really ought to be a law against people overstaying their welcome. Absentmindedly, he moved to feed Teishi and earned a funny look from her as he was the third person to fill her bowl up in the last half hour. Taichi didn't notice. Brief naps always made him feel awful. He was exhausted, he could have slept for a week, all he wanted to do was stop in a daze on the threshold of his bedroom.

  Oh, wow.

  Someone had misplaced a little piece of Heaven, for it was perched on the bed's edge with its legs wide apart and its hands cuffed demurely between them. Yamato was absolutely motionless, save a gentle breeze from the window, which ruffled his bangs and seemed ethereally to sway his naked legs. The blond's head rested to one side limply, eyes closed as if asleep, lips glossy and parted slightly. He would have looked so innocent wearing anything but a clingy, mostly transparent, dark red shift. As it was, Taichi couldn't help the thought that this was a toy someone else had forgotten to put away. The garment slid off one shoulder as he watched, falling low enough to show off a perky, rose-colored nipple on the otherwise alabaster skin. He struggled to regain basic motor skills, dimly aware that his body had taken several steps deeper into the room without his consent.

  Almost timidly, Taichi reached out to caress one of his beloved's soft cheeks. His trepedition was warranted, because Yamato's eyes dropped open before he could make contact and the suddeness of it alarmed him. The blond's head lifted mechanically and titlted back until they could see each other's faces, and he remained perfectly expressionless. A hint of small pink tongue crept out and moistened his painted lips, then Yamato's mouth opened partway -- not for speech, but as an invitation. Taichi felt a part of himself go weak at the knees and did his best to ignore it, placing the palm of one hand over the other boy's heart and giving him a gentle push. His lover landed on one side, hair in his face and clothing disheveled, but stayed like that -- throat exposed and his hands still between his legs. The brunet allowed himself a soft smile.

  "Good boy."

  Yamato said nothing, but he had obviously heard; the almost imperceptible rise and fall of his chest quickened erratically. Had the compliment aroused him, when he was usually so embarrassed by them? Taichi hesitated before joining the blond on their bed, reaching out an absent hand to touch the other boy's cheek. No response, but he found the warmth of the flesh oddly reassuring. Even if it looked little different from fine white porcelain.

  "You're beautiful," he tried curiously, and his eyes strayed down the blond's body, checking for a reaction. Typical gentle flush, but that was all. Disappointed, Taichi traced a pattern into his lover's hairline, mussing his bangs idly and smiling with the secret knowledge that anyone else who tried it would have had his arm broken in three places. "You're mine," he whispered absently, and was startled by a feather-soft, nigh inaudible groan... His smile widened considerably. It hadn't been the compliment, then. Laughing, Taichi planted his hands on either side of Yamato's head and rolled his weight until he was straddling the other boy.

  A strange, tremendous heat seemed to be literally radiating from the slender body under him, and it grew stronger when Taichi bent to kiss his beloved's throat tenderly, making him feel almost dizzy. When he realized how rapidly the blond's heart was beating, the odd warmth threatened to overwhelm him completely. He had to withdraw, no choice in the matter, but was careful to make it seem deliberate. Incidentally, he noticed the boy's hands still between his legs and went to draw them away. Yamato must have been startled, because he resisted.

  Taichi drew back and struck him. It wasn't much of a blow, especially considering what they both knew him to be capable of, but the blond gave a small cry that resonated off the walls. He and his lover were in close quarters then, the darker boy holding the lighter forcefully by his upper arms.

  "I thought we were through with all of this nonsense," he said, the words hoarse. "I thought you could finish a game once you'd begun it. Was I wrong?"

  A hasty shake of the head, soft golden locks of hair whipping against his neck like some perverse echo of the slap. Taichi curled his lips kindly and took a handful of them.

  "Good. No more of that, all right?"

  Here, he forced a nod, and pulled his grimace a little higher until it might have almost been a smile. Yamato was wincing for the pain in his scalp.

  "Then spread your legs. I want to see everything," he said casually, as if it were only a suggestion. As if he actually intended to wait for compliance instead of tilting the other boy's hips forward with his own hands until even the entrance to his body lay exposed. Yamato didn't fight him this time, but a curious glance up towards his face found it deeply flushed. The brunet laughed, sharp but not cruel, and gave his rear a friendly little spank before kneeling down to retrieve their...toybox.

  This was what had given Takashi such a fright, but it certainly didn't look foreboding to him -- a perfectly innocuous unmarked little cardboard box. Unfortunately, impatience had also rendered it lidless at some point. He dug through the contents only briefly before coming up with a relatively small article, pink to match the blond's cheeks. Taichi weighed it in his hands. The size was a deceptive cruelty; Yamato could and would take in much larger objects without difficulty. Things like this left him feeling empty and all that much more unprepared for the eventual intercourse. Still, he didn't want to hurt his delicate lover -- at least not yet. An idea striking him, he smirked and got to his feet.

  Yamato listened while his boyfriend's footsteps faded off into another section of their apartment. He could have taken the opportunity to stretch, and never been found out. Yet he stayed where he was, as he was. Taichi had gotten enough disobedience out of him already tonight. Any more, and he'd have to be punished. He didn't want that. But he had to lick his lips at the thought. A blush settled onto his face. Then the footsteps were coming back, and he struggled to regain his composure. Almost immediately, he had to bite his lips to keep himself from crying out. There was something freezing cold brushing the tender flesh of his inner thigh. Taichi knew how he felt about cold things. Even now, he had to struggle with a lovely fog that wanted to blanket his conscious mind and suffocate it.

  Listening to the noises his beloved made, Taichi smiled. It wasn't a very pleasant smile. They sounded to him like the cooing of an injured dove, and wasn't that fitting while Yamato fought so hard to keep still, drawing blood from the flesh of his overripe lips? He felt an unexpected hunger watching this, and stopped lacing the vibrator back and forth, bringing it instead to the orifice that wanted it enough to pant slightly. Well, maybe not, but that was the effect as Yamato clenched his muscles wantonly. And Taichi would never dream of denying him.

  Closer and closer the vibrator went, until Yamato was trembling uncontrollably as it hovered right over his anus. The thing wasn't touching him, but that didn't matter; he could feel it breathing heavily on his skin, warm and moist and hungry. Yamato closed his eyes tightly when it finally pushed its way inside, but could not seem to prevent himself from giving another gasping coo.

  Nodding thoughtfully to himself, Taichi guided the vibrator a bit deeper. He spared a glance to make sure everything was in order, and then found himself staring -- watching, enthralled, as it took one centimeter after another, sliding further into his lover's pale body. He felt oddly warm again, thinking of how it would feel to drive his cock into that tight little hole, and had to swallow a groan of his own. Yamato wasn't supposed to know how much he wanted him. That was one of the rules. An unfair double-standard, perhaps, considering what the game's goal was, but ah well. Taichi wrenched his eyes back up to the other boy's face, taking note in passing of the way his shift had gotten bunched around his hips, and trying not to gasp at the expression on his face.

  Yamato's lips were quivering helplessly now, too much for him even to bite them, and a series of breathless whimpers escaped before he thought to clamp down on his tongue instead. Tears seeped through his lashes and glistened in captivity, lanced by a hundred ashen spears. They wriggled free a few seconds later and slid down his cheeks slowly. It occurred to Taichi that he had never seen anything more beautiful in all his life, and it was a wonderful sort of torture to see how long he could wait before licking his lover's face clean.

  The blond stopped quaking almost immediately, and his eyes opened after a moment more, striking in the amount of soft adoration they held. He seemed so delicate all of a sudden, restrained at the wrists and impaled not against his will but hardly by choice... Taichi could see how hard it had been for him to still his body, and felt a surge of guilty protectiveness which almost prevented him from running a hand down to Yamato's firm ass and feeling for the vibrator's switch. He'd neglected to turn it on, and hesitated now because the other boy was already more than hard -- pulsing between them in the open air -- and he was half-afraid this would be too much, too soon.

  Still, it was only an almost.

  Yamato let out a sharp moan, and would have surged against him if Taichi hadn't expected that and caught his hips mid-motion. Powerless tears welled up again, held back only by whatever remained of the blond's pride. It faltered not an instant later and he looked at Taichi pitifully before squeezing his eyes shut on all the emotions that were trying to leak out. Obviously ashamed of his weakness, he ducked his head and resolved to suffer through the thing buzzing inside of him silently.

  Thoroughly disgusted, Taichi pushed him away and took no notice when the other boy's large blue eyes flew open in alarm. "Fine," he said simply, "if you want to play it like that, there are other ways of making you cry out." He went to stand, and was startled by a small, desperate noise. Yamato's eyes could be so expressive sometimes, and now they begged him for permission to speak. It was endearing, but the brunet snorted derisively and rolled out of bed, tossing his words over one shoulder like tiny daggers. "Oh, so now you care what I want you to do? That might've been nice a minute ago, when all I wanted was a little obedience."

  The blond shrank back and turned his face down miserably, but didn't say anything. Too afraid of further reprimand. He was learning, then. That almost made Taichi smile. Progress, he thought, but withdrew a black leather glove from the cardboard box anyway. Backing down from a punishment would be unforgivable. And besides, he was going to enjoy this.

  Alone, the leather glove would have only confused Yamato, but Taichi thought to offer up his palm when he sat down, showing off the underside. It was adorned with tiny metal barbs, rather like a cat's tongue. Eyes widening in sudden comprehension, his pretty lover flushed and found what must have been a fascinating bit of fuzz to stare at. Amused, Taichi reached out and tilted his chin up again until they were looking each other in the face.

  "Embarrassed, Precious?"

  A slight nod. Yamato's gaze was fixed on his chin and would venture no higher.

  "Why? You've been very bad all evening. You deserve this."

  Shrug, noncommittal. The flush intensified.

  "How come you're not talking to me, Yamato-chan?"

  The eyes darted up to his nose, then back down again, and the head lowered, only
to be forced up again by his hand. He cupped the blond's cheek, and smiled kindly.

  "Ah, how foolish of me. I forgot that dolls can't talk."

  Another nod, more eager than the last.

  "Are you afraid, Precious?"

  The eyes only dropped a little further. It looked like a yes, and he had to laugh.

  "Well, that's as it should be, I suppose. You've disappointed me, and I don't like
to be disappointed."

  His lover seemed aghast at this. Taichi grinned.

  "That upsets you, doesn't it? Good. Now, can you get up on all fours, or do I have
to do it for you?"

  There was the briefest of pauses, and then the blond moved so quickly into position that Taichi would have missed it by blinking. He nodded in satisfaction and patted his lover on the head before telling him to turn around, which Yamato did nervously but without hesitation. Did he know what was about to happen, why the brunet wanted him facing away? Of course. Yet, he obeyed. This would be interesting, Taichi decided, and reached out with his bare hand. Yamato had the most beautiful pair of buttocks. They were smooth, the muscles tight when he nibbled at them, but the skin still soft; yielding; resilient. And they made the most wonderful, tart sound when he struck them.

  That much, he could always count on; even when Yamato was being stubborn and kept his lovely pained squeaks to himself. Taichi leaned forward now, closing his eyes, and grazed the milky white skin with his teeth. Bit down hard, and listened to his lover muffle a cry. He'd squeak tonight. Taichi almost came at the thought -- literally, he realized, looking down at himself. It was funny and depressing at the same time, because he couldn't take Yamato now without screwing over everything.

  Oh, but he wanted to. He wanted to roll the other boy over, feed on his mouth, and thrust himself in so deep...until they might as well have been two halves of the same whole, until the pleasure of it made Yamato cry, until he could feel his lover's heart beating in his own ears. Taichi sunk his teeth in to stop himself from groaning. The blond jumped, and he must have been blushing something awful. Oh, god...

  He shook his head slightly, let his jaw go slack, and squeezed the cheek he'd left teeth marks on, massaging it apologetically. Yamato dropped his head forward as if the strings holding it in place had been severed, and gave a long, wretched moan, fisting the blankets for something to hold on to. Bringing his other hand into play now would have been tremendously unfair, Taichi reflected, watching the muscles flex under the barbs as if he'd never seen his own hand before. Then lifted a single finger and ran it down the curve of his lover's ass carelessly.

  Yamato appeared to freeze completely. Even his tremulous breathing had stopped, and it seemed he might protest. The brunet couldn't have that. He bent his head immediately and kissed the first skin his lips came into contact with. Again and again, maybe four times, shifting his right hand very slowly until, glove or no glove, it was cupping the other boy's rear. Taichi moved his kisses lower absently, and the vibrator caught his eye -- still inside, still at work. He grinned. Yamato wouldn't have forgotten about it, but just at the moment he was too busy trying not to moan softly for the kisses.

  Lower and lower he went with his tongue, observing the way his lover's back arched and amused by the thought that their heads were moving in opposite directions. Yamato's gasps sounded sweet and frequently, hair touching his shoulder blades as he tipped it back slowly, and he hardly noticed when his boyfriend's ungloved hand steadied itself on his hip. There wasn't room in his head for thoughts like that; all he cared about was the proximity of Taichi's mouth. The lower lip brushed him for a fraction of a second, and anticipation curled his toes. But then nothing -- his lover had gotten distracted by a few dabs of strawberry syrup. Yamato almost sobbed at the unfairness of it. He wanted this so badly -- why was Taichi hesitating?!

  It never occurred to him that he might not get satisfaction at all. He didn't remember that this was meant to be a punishment, and cried out when the brunet suddenly clenched the fingers of his gloved hand. Taichi picked that moment, when he was raw and startled and not the least bit frightened, to jab his tongue at the sensitive rosy flesh that still burned for his attentions. Yamato felt the tears coming and did not fight them. They ran freely down his cheeks.

  Pride washed through him in a pleasant warm tide when he realized how deeply he had affected his beloved, and Taichi couldn't resist drawing the vibrator out a little ways with his teeth. His lover began to whimper as though he thought he were being abandoned, but sighed in relief when it went right back in again. Far too precious. He squeezed again with his right hand, and the sharp cry turned swiftly back into a whimper when he started to tug it out once more. A vicious cycle, really, but the brunet repeated it a few times before drawing the vibrator away completely. He brought his gloved hand down on Yamato in a hard slap before the other boy could even think of protesting.

  A desperate squeak.

  Taichi's throat went dry. He did it again and again, relishing the noise as it came cloaked in sobs. Then the spanking had begun, a torrent of fast blows, each striving to be harder than the one before. He knew how it felt; Yamato had described it languidly one time afterwards, saying that the blows were individual at first, then became a windstorm of ceaseless pain and finally dulled into a sense of heat and little more. Since then, Taichi was careful to slow down when the blond's noises eased into a steady purr -- hit harder and move his hands around to keep it from blurring together and losing texture. Like now. He gave Yamato's thigh a sharp spank, and paused at the startled cry. Lowering his other hand to squeeze the freshly reddened skin, he leaned forward until he could brush Yamato's lobe with his upper lip.

  "Enjoying yourself?" he asked lightly. It amused him that the blond could never tell what he wanted to hear. Tonight, though, the answer was clever:

  "If you want me to be, Taichi-sama."

  Taichi-sama. It didn't venture out of the bedroom.

  "Ah," he said, trying not to show his surprise, "so now my doll has grown a tongue."

  A guilty flush. Silence.

  "Don't worry. We'll find a use for that later," Taichi told him, only half-joking. "Just so long as it doesn't talk out of turn."

  "Yes, Taichi-sama."

  No, never out of the bedroom. Suddenly irked at the honorific, he gave the blond's already tender bottom a particularly hard spank. His beloved jumped at the contact, and a stray tear escaped. Taichi caught it with the very tip of his tongue and got a small, succulent little whimper for the effort. It seemed to him that Yamato wanted desperately to turn his head away but didn't dare, and that was odd. Then he realized he had never seen the other boy's expression during a punishment and felt like an idiot for overlooking it. Taichi guided the blond's head to a more flattering angle and was mildly alarmed at the fear he saw there. Was his lover really so afraid that his eyes might betray him?

  Another stinging blow, and Yamato's lips parted briefly, then sealed shut. The noise seemed to come after that, slow and drawn out. His wince was more of a shudder, and the blond wriggled all over while at the same time keeping perfectly still. His neck went limp again, as if his head were too heavy for it, and his thick golden hair would have protected him if Taichi hadn't been there to catch his face. They looked into each other's eyes, though Yamato's grew cloudy, and there was torment, but more for the humiliation than the pain. Delicious. Taichi ran his thumb over the blond's torn lower lip and struck him again.

  Even through his glove, he could feel the warmth abuse had wrought, and shifted two fingers into the other boy's cleft, drawing their abrasive texture over the sensitive anus. Ring finger and pinky may have been relatively weak, but Yamato still couldn't prevent a sharp cry, or the soft, needy moan that followed. Ashamed, he blushed darkly, and the omnipresent sheen of tears thickened until his eyes were too wet to be read accurately. He must have been absolutely miserable. All of his dignity, all of his control was falling away like dead petals off a flower. Not satisfied yet, the flogging continued, harder now, hand pausing only to play with his entrance every now and then. What petals had not come loose of their own accord were ripped away until Yamato felt naked even though he wasn't. Too much. He shut his eyes.

  Recognizing this for what it was, Taichi stopped at once. The blond had reached his breaking point, and needed comfort now --reassurance. He drew the fragile boy against his chest, being careful not to jar him overmuch and or grate his injured backside. Running possessive fingers through his lover's soft hair, and pulling the glove off his other hand with his teeth, Taichi contemplated the night as a whole. For one so new to the game, Yamato had actually been rather good -- certainly better behaved than on either of the other occasions -- and if nothing else, he did so want to please, kissing Taichi's neck fervently even now through his tears. The brunet allowed this, chuckling and ruffling the other boy's bangs affectionately. Blue eyes lifted hesitantly then, searched his face, and suffused with relief when they saw that he wasn't angry. Another bout of frenzied little kisses followed.

  Quite suddenly, he felt the blond's erect cock. It was digging into his hip, and belatedly he realized he should have expected that, having pulled Yamato to him. They were scarcely a breath apart, and of course his lover hadn't noticed yet, inured to such discomforts by the spanking. But he noticed it, and felt an answering jerk in his own groin. He almost envied Yamato suddenly, for while the blond didn't even have underwear on, his penis had to strain against heavy denim and couldn't even straighten out properly. Hard, cramped, and all at once painfully aware of the other boy's scent in his nostrils, Taichi had to pull back, panting slightly.

  He could see he'd worried, no, just about panickedYamato, but he needed to get out of these pants and couldn't do that with the blond curled up innocently to his chest. Taichi fumbled with the button, and then the zipper, aware that his urgency was making this much more difficult than it should have been. When he finally had everything down around his knees, it was such a relief that he had to stop for a moment and appreciate it. Note to self: Stock up heavily on sweatpants. Taichi hurled the jeans over his shoulder and yanked his t-shirt off inside out, congratulating himself on having changed into it earlier. He couldn't have outwitted a button-down right now.

  Yamato must have been watching him quietly for some time, because when he whirled around and the blond gasped, it was of appreciation, not surprise. He always seemed slightly startled when he saw his boyfriend naked and aroused, no matter how frequently it occurred. Taichi grinned and let him stare for as long as he could stand it before reaching over and tearing the sheer garment from his lover's body. He knew he'd caught Yamato off-guard when the other boy squeaked and made a futile attempt to cover himself with his shackled hands. Laughing out right, Taichi pulled his arms away, and moved closer in heady pleasure. Yamato gazed up at him when they touched, almost cautiously, but then his eyes fell to a lazy half-mast. It was all the permission Taichi needed to kiss him.

  "Are you my doll, Yamato-chan, my helpless little doll?"

  The words lilted in a gentle murmur, and at first he didn't know why he'd said them, but then the other boy nodded, almost frantically. Taichi raised both eyebrows. He wanted to be a doll, did he?

  "All right, then. That means you don't move, Yama, no matter what. Understand?"

  More nodding. One no longer seemed enough to express the depth of his willingness. Yet, he still looked scared. Bizarre.

  "Good boy." Taichi smirked and hastily corrected himself. "Good doll."

  His beloved turned red in a soft, modest sort of way, but said nothing. He wouldn't have had time to respond anyway, for Taichi was on top of him then, guiding his body to the mattress and brushing his legs apart carelessly but forcefully. He kissed the blond underneath him, in the way he'd wanted to before, chewing on Yamato's full lips and driving his tongue between them. Odd little electric shocks bit into him at the feel of it, and when the other boy shivered, he knew he hadn't been the only one. That knowledge made him pleasantly warm all over, and he broke off kissing to grope about for the rest of the strawberry syrup.

  Just when he was wondering if he'd knocked the ice bucket off the bed at some point, Taichi put his hand right into a lot of freezing-cold water and yelped. He did not, by any means, share his lover's temperature fetish, and withdrew the syrup hastily. A lot of the ice had melted waiting for them, but the bottle itself was still very cold. Yamato would be wondering by now what was going on, so he kissed the blond soundly, covertly flipping the syrup's cap and squeezing a dollop of it onto his lover's bare chest.

  The sharp cry that left Yamato's throat was so unlike any he had ever made before that Taichi paused, half-afraid he'd hurt the other boy somehow. He felt tremendously relieved when it gave way to more familiar noises, and went back to work cheerfully, this time attacking one of the blond's stiff little nipples and making him moan plaintively. Taichi smirked in satisfaction, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the fact that he had gotten harder at the sound. Yamato wasn't the only one being tortured.

  Slowly, Taichi pulled his mouth from the other boy's lips, pleased to see them swollen and moist and real-looking now that the makeup had smeared. But most of all, they were needy; parting drunkenly as though they wanted to speak but fumbling upwards and dragging his head slowly after them, trying to coax Taichi's mouth back down. It wasn't enough; he wanted them to tingle. So he went for the blond's jaw instead and then his neck, pinching the clean nipple when he heard a whimper of protest. Yamato strained to prevent himself from arching his back, and Taichi glanced up at his face, making an idle bet on how long the other boy would be able to keep his frustrated tears at bay. With a bright, mock-innocent smile, he moved a little lower and kissed the dip between his lover's collar bones, delighting in the groan it provoked.

  Many lingering kisses later, he finally hovered over the blond's right-hand nipple, nuzzling the flesh above it with his nose. By that point, Yamato had started trembling again dreadfully, but he wasn't crying yet and that was disappointing. Taichi didn't like losing bets, especially to himself, so after a bit of thought, he moved to the left abruptly and put his warm mouth on that nipple instead. His lover was far too sensitive to handle the contrast, and let out a tiny gasp, tossing his head to stifle it and letting his hair fall so that it covered most of his face in a vain attempt to keep the other boy from seeing him blush.

  As much as he wanted to pause and brush the obscuring silky locks away, Taichi resisted. He would allow his beloved this one small mercy, and let the boy see how little good it did him. Almost thoughtfully, he sucked on the pink nub in his mouth, relaxing to prod the tip of it with his tongue. Casually, he meandered over to the right and lapped up the strawberry mess he'd made. Yamato cooed pleasantly and again fought to keep his body still. He would probably ache tomorrow from straining his muscles so. Of course, if Taichi had any say in the matter, that wasn't all he'd be sore from.

  He made a trail of syrup down to his lover's bellybutton, and kissed it away just as quickly, realizing vaguely that the blond was quivering a little more the further down he went. It wasn't until he stuck his tongue into the other boy's naval that he remembered just how ticklish his beloved was. The next thing he knew, his head had been clamped tightly in place by Yamato's thighs. Apparently, the reflex to curl in on himself had gotten the better of him.

  The blond's muscles relaxed slowly and by a force of what seemed sheer will. Neither of them moved for an instant, waiting for Taichi to decide if he was angry or amused. As it turned out he was both, he reached again for the ice bucket, and withdrew from it a single cube. His lover heard the noise and looked over, then swallowed audibly.

  "T - Taichi...?"

  "Dolls don't move, Yamato-chan."

  He didn't get any further warning before Taichi shoved the ice deep into his body. The blond shrieked and tried to pull away instinctively, but his boyfriend's grip was too strong for that. He began to sob, tossing his head back and forth violently, cinching his eyes shut, and the other boy watched, inordinately pleased with himself. His lover's shields rarely went down completely, and never enough for such unrestrained movement. This was special.

  "You've been bad, haven't you?" he asked, a self-contained whisper.

  Yamato didn't hear him. He was too far gone, in a welter with the cold so far inside of him, gasping through his tears instead of breathing. Taichi waited a few seconds, then shrugged regretfully, and took another cube, tracing it lightly along the blond's hot thighs and watching it melt.

  "Haven't you?" he repeated, bringing it closer, and hesitating again to allow for a reply. Still he didn't get one. In the ice cube went.

  His beloved yelped, but not as sharply, and began to chew his lips fitfully. Looking in his eyes, Taichi saw nothing of consequence; his consciousness had fled under the invasion, leaving a startled fawn in its wake. Yamato didn't understand what was happening to him. He stretched out over the other boy's body, bringing his mouth to his lover's ear. There, he murmured:

  "Yama-chan, Yama-chan, where have you gone to?"

  The blond shook his head slowly, and Taichi realized he was trying to put it out of his mind. Chuckling, he bit down on his lover's earlobe and danced a third cube over the boy's white belly. It rippled under his hand, and Yamato winced.

  "You aren't going to get away that easily." His voice cracked, and Taichi paused nervously. He could feel the calm facade deteriorating around him, the knowledge of how close they were to finishing this preying on his mind. Everything that he had worked for seemed tenuous, and very fragile. "Just tell me you're sorry, Precious. Don't you want to be warm again?"

  "Y - yes," his beloved managed hoarsely. "Forgive me, Taichi-sama. It -- it was clumsy. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have --"

  He didn't get to finish that sentence. He didn't even get a proper response. Taichi just seized his hips greedily and thrust in. They both froze.

  Dear.

  Fucking.

  God.

  His head fell forward, wild brown hair dusting Yamato's face, tongue in the other boy's mouth. It occurred to him that there was something completely wrong here, because even sex wasn't supposed to feel this good. He grunted softly, biting his lover's upper lip, and realizing as he did so that the blond had been screaming a few seconds ago. Taichi felt a very vague sort of worry at that, the distracted kind he would have felt for the phone while the TV was on. He couldn't be bothered to actually care. Fortunately, Yamato's scream had hardly been of pain.

  Color started to come back into Taichi's vision at about the same time that he felt like he could move again, and he was glad of it. When they stopped kissing and he pulled back, aiming unconsciously for the other boy's prostrate, his lover's eyes opened lazily and they were the warmest, most beautiful shade of blue...

  They stared at each other, smiling foolishly.

  "I love you," Yamato told him sweetly. "And if you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to have to kill you."

  Taichi laughed, shook his head in exhaustion, and complied. His strokes were deep, hard, and made them both gasp. It still felt way too good. He was going to come any second now, and the way his beloved was moaning raggedly really didn't help in the least. He had waited too long for this, and now it was going to be over before either of them were satisfied. Gritting his teeth, he went in harder, faster, deeper still, trying with all his might to push the other boy over first so that he wouldn't feel abandoned.

  Obliviously, Yamato tried to push back against him, to help the rhythm, but any extra stimulation would have been the death of him right now and he grabbed the blond's hips, ruthlessly arresting their motion. His lover cried out in frustration and struggled, but he didn't have any real leverage. Taichi grunted and gathered the other boy's legs, hefting them up on his shoulders to make the angle better, more intense, and buried his face in Yamato's smooth throat. The sweat made his skin gleam. He pinched one of the blond's nipples and smiled contentedly when the groan melted into a rich purr.

  In and out, in and out, faster and faster. He was losing his rhythm to blind need, getting to the point where he couldn't tell one thrust from another, and simplified his movement to a snap of the hips, making it even quicker. Taichi felt dizzy, only somewhat aware of the way he'd driven his lover deeply into the mattress. He must have been doing something right, because the blond's breathing had gotten so harsh it almost sounded like language. Just a little while longer, and then he could let go. Just a little longer...

  But he wasn't going to make it. Panicking, Taichi fumbled for the other boy's cock and squeezed it fiercely. Yamato gasped in his ear, went completely rigid, and actually tried to hold on. Bastard. Growling, the darker boy pinched the lighter. Then, almost as an afterthought, whispered tenderly into his ear:

  "Come. Now."

  That did it. An explosion of hot, thick liquid gushed into his hand and leaked through his fingers. Taichi closed his eyes, relief flooding through him, and barely even felt his own orgasm. He wouldn't have been able to hold on even if he'd tried; the blond's tight inner channel clamped down less than a second later, all the muscles spasming against him while he rode out his own climax. They lay in silence together for a long time afterward.

  "Hey, Yama?"

  A sleepy murmur. "Yes, Taichi?"

  "I love you, too."

  More silence. The blond seemed to be contemplating something.

  "Okay."

  "Hmm? Okay, what?"

  "Let's go to the reunion thing. It'll be fun, seeing everyone again."

  Laughter. "Even Sora?" he asked, and was surprised when the other boy kissed him.

  "Yeah. Even Sora. I think I owe her an apology."

TRANSLATIONS


-sama : Very reverent honorific. Eh, rough equivalent of calling him Master.

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