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Not Fair	By : libek Category: Digimon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16016 -:- 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: Digimon Adventure 02 doesn't belong to me. It belongs to Toei Animation, and all of the companies they've licensed it to thus far, including Saban. I am using characters from it without permission, but for no profit whatsoever. (And no, I never expected to be paid for writing fanfiction.) The somewhat contrived plot contained herein is, however, all mine. Oh, boy. All rights reserved.

A/N: Written entirely for everyone here at AdultFanFiction.Net, to help settle a slight...imbalance, shall we say. But hey, who actually reads these notes before diving straight into a lemon, anyway? It's taito! That's all you need now.now. >D Although, in this first section, all we get is a bit of solo Yamato action...

Not Fair

Part One

by Libek

The night had started out like any other. His father wasn't home yet, probably wouldn't be home for another few hours, and all of his friends were out with each other or otherwise occupied. No band practice scheduled, all homework done. So, really, Yamato had nothing better to do.

When in doubt, masturbation was always entertaining.

He had started to whimper at some point, but he wasn't sure when, and he didn't care much either, besides being vaguely concerned that his next-door neighbors might complain about the noise i got got too loud. That had happened, one time.

The blond boy hissed out slowly through his teeth and shook his head, making a tight fist in the tangled sheets. His wrist ached already, and he wasn't anywhere near orgasm. Fuck, he needed something more -- he was going to pass out or collapse before he got off at this rate, and he wanted to cum so badly...

If only he'd had more fingers, or longer ones. Even on all fours, he was still missing something. Yamato let out a small, low moan and tried resting his cheek on the mattress. That helped a little, changed the angle, but somehow -- it just wasn't enough. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to force his fingers deeper. It felt so good...maybe what he really needed was a vibrator...

Or another guy's cock. That would've worked, too.

God, he could almost feel it. A hot, throbbing dick, moving in and out of him. So much better than a couple of fingers. But in his mind's eye, the rhythm slowed, even as he arched his back into it and gasped out a soft plea for more, harder -- he thought he could almost feel the other boy's warm wet lips on the back of his neck, the corners of them twisted up in a tiny crooked smile, because now he was going to tease him, make him desperate enough to beg for it. Justlow,low, shallow fuck until he stopped caring whether the guy's cock was in his ass or his mouth, as long as he got to take it deeper.

His cheeks burned, and Yamato tried to bury them in his pillow. He had to admit, the thought of giving head was turning him on even more woe would have opened his mouth and sucked so hard, then maybe licked it all over. The taste...and if uckeucked his head a little lower, he could lave his tongue over the other boy's balls. That would make him really hard, or so Yamato thought, and when he was really close, when he groaned out a warning, he'd sit back and get cum on his face, just like the guys in porn --

Would that have turned his partner on? He didn't even think he would've minded the taste, and then he could lick a little of it off and if seeing him like that turned the other boy on, he'd probably kneel down right there and start cleaning his cheeks and nose and chin with little sucking kisses. He'd always thought Taichi would be a wet kisser, kind of sloppy, but very passionate...and kissing like that would lead to making out, and then he'd get flipped over, onto his belly, and he'd feel the brunet's knees on either side of his legs, and Taichi would lift his hips and notice how close he was to cumming right there, and he would want to die of shame but at the same time, having his best friend's eyes on him would be too hot for words...

Close...so fucking close.

Just a little bit more --

He imagined Taichi's fingers digging into his hips, felt the fingernails leaving small white crescents in his skin, and twisted his head around to see the darkly passionate expression on the other boy's face. The intensity there, the possessiveness, and then Taichi was bending over him, teeth grazing the back of his neck, and he felt the grip on his hips loosening, one hand moving away entirely. It landed on his belly, light and teasing and desperately erotic when the warm fingers started playing with fine blond hairs. The feeling was almost ticklish, made his stomach jump in the same way, but Yamato hissed out and groaned quietly.

Not fair. How the hell did Taichi know how sensitive his belly was?

He could almost feel it when the other boy thrust into him. Almost, but not quite. Yamato cracked one eye open in frustration, and that was when it hit him, really hit him, exactly who he was fantasizing about. Fuck. Not again. His hand slowed, but only just. He'd been doing so well that time, too -- carefully picturing a faceless stranger instead of his best friend. Why did he have to be so screwed up?

Why couldn't he stop jerking off, pull his fingers out of himself, and try again?

Maybe because now he couldn't get Taichi out of his head, and the other boy had that kind of effect on him. God, even his smile -- especially the one where he showed his canines and looked like he just wanted to devour you... Yamato let out a tiny cry and splayed his fingers, working himself faster.

There was a sharp, earth-shattering knock on his bedroom door.

"Yamato?"

Shit, that was his dad's voice. What was he doing home so early?! Yamato snapped his head around to stare at the door, panicked, adrenaline on high, but paralyzed. He hadn't locked it, would have never thought to lock it, but even knowing that wasn't enough to get his body going. All he could do, helpless and horrified, was watch the door and pray to all the gods that had ever existed to keep it from opening.

"Yamato...? Son, are you okay in there?"

The old man's voice was getting that foreign note of worry in it that always caught Ya off off guard, no matter how often he heard it. He winced. Every second that he stayed silent was another second where the gears in his dad's head slowly turned, and any minute now he was going to decide there must be drugs involved, that his son had overdosed and that that was why he wasn't answering, but the door had actually opened a crack before Yamato found his voice.

"Don't come in, Dad! I'm not decent!"

Lame, incredibly lame,...a...also perfectly true. He'd been jerking off. With both hands and lots of lube. That was about as far from 'decent' as you could get without committing murder.

"Oh," his father mumbled. The old man sounded confused, but at least he wasn't opening the door the rest of the way. "Well, you have a call -- I'll just slip the phone inside, okay?"

A cordless telephone peeked around the door, cautiously, like his dad thought it might be shot at, and then thunked harmlessly to the floor. Then the door slammed shut, and somehow that broke the spell that had kept him glued to his bed. He could move again, and was already halfway to the phone when his father spoke.

"So, how come you're not decent at seven o'clock in the evening?"

"How come you're home to ask about it?" Yamato retorted, grabbing a handful of tissues to clean the lube off his left hand. It gave him more time to come up with a better answer. "We, uh, had a big test today -- some huge chunk of our grade -- and now I'm really exhausted."

From the other side of the door, a dry chuckle. "Well, that's too bad, because I took the evening off to spend time with my son. I thought we could order takeout and watch some late-night TV, but hey, if you're really that tired..."

The blond boy cursed internally. Even though admitting it might have made him the least cool kid in his district, he really liked the sound of that. Maybe because he had hardly seen his dad at all for the last two months -- some top brass interview he was trying to land for Fuji TV -- and even having dinner together would've been unusual. But boy oh boy did the old man have bad timing. "I'll be out in a bit, okay? I just have to get dressed." And wash his hands.

"Get dressed and take your phone call, you mean," his dad corrected, sounding amused, and Yamato glanced down at the cordless phone still lying on its side. He had totally forgotten about that. "No problem, Yamato. I'll start looking through the phone directory, shall I? Would Italian be okay?"

"Italian would be great," Yamato reassured him, smiling tightly as he knelt down to retrieve the phone even though his father couldn't see it. "I'll be out soon."

He waited until he heard footsteps in the hall moving away from his door to reach up and lock it. Not that he planned on continuing -- the mood was totally gone -- but...just to be sure. Hell, he was never going into his room again without locking that door. Never. That had been way too close.

"Hello?" he said into the phone, casually resting it on his shoulder as he went back over to his bed and half-collapsed there.

"Hi, Yamato. Boy, you sure take a long time to pick up, don'tcha?"

Everything inside of him turned to ice. Well, almost everything, at any rate -- the violent resurgence of heat between his legs was another story. The mood had been totally gone... "Taichi?"

"Who else?" A low, sexy rumble of a laugh in his ear. "So, Yama, what's this about a big test? Are you magically taking some class I'm not in this year?"

He flinched. Damn it, he hadn't realized he'd been that loud. "Shut up, Taichi."

"Oh-ho, now I hafta know. C'mon, what were you really doing, Yama? Drugs? Porn? Beer?"

That was actually sort of funny, Yamato thought. As though he'd ever need porn when he had his best friend to murmur teasingly like that. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He didn't need this right now. "Yeah, sure. All of the above. You should know by now that my room is a den of sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll."

"Aw, I'm so jealous. Invite me over next time, okay?" Another of his soft, rumbling laughs. "Hey, we could pick up some girls and make a night of it."

Yamato leaned back against the wall behind his bed and tugged the blankets over his body, up to his chin. The room was just kind of cold for stark nakedness, he told himself. He wasn't shivering for any other reason. No other reason at all. "Of course, you do realize that any girls you brought along would drop you in a second for a shot at my ass, right?"

There. That had come out relatively steadily. Also made him sound like an egotistical asshole, but then you couldn't have everything.

Besides, it was sort of true. As near as he could tell, most of the girls in school were blind. Or maybe they could somehow sense that he was completely uninterested and took that as a challenge. Either way, he didn't understand them. How could they just look right through Taichi like that? Taichi was so fucking --

Well, he knew what he would have liked Taichi to be fucking.

Shit. Yamato ran the fingers of his right hand through his hair, and pulled as hard as he could. Without him really noticing, he'd been using his fingers to pinch and play with one of his nipples, and he was not going to do this. Not right now, when Taichi was on the fucking phone with him. Not ever! Friendship. Crest of Friendship. Best friend. Not going to go there, not going to ruin things between them forever, and anyway, it wasn't like Taichi would've ever felt the same way. Yamato was pretty damn sure that only he was messed up enough to jerk off with two fingers up his ass.

"...Yama? You there?/P> /P>


Blinking, the blond boy snapped out of his reverie, and realized that he'd missed something. "Yeah, I'm here. Sorry about that. You were saying?"

A muted snort of amusement. "Man, you are such a ditz."

If he hadn't sounded so affectionate, Yamato would have had to hurt him for that remark. As things were, he satisfied himself with rolling his eyes and mock-growling into the phone, "Whatever, you're just so boring that I have to take periodic naps throughout our conversations."

"Bet I could find a way to keep you awake."

When Yamato tried to swallow, it was on a completely dry throat. "Yeah?" he managed at last, knowing even as he spoke that he sounded way too eager. "And just how would you go about doing that?" If you're really stumped, Taichi, I could think of a few ways...

"Oh...I'm sure I'd come up with something..." His voice was faint and husky.

Again, Yamato had to still his wandering hand. Change the fucking subject! his brain commanded. "So, uh, what were you saying before? You never really answered my question." Smooth, very smooth. Now Taichi would never know he'd been nervous. He cursed himself.

"Before what?" the other boy repeated, seemingly puzzled. "You mean, when you made that crack about our dates swarming you?" He paused, and snickered. "I think I said, 'Well, screw them, then.' You're prettier than most of the girls I know anyway."

That neatly killed his building arousal, and Yamato glared at the phone. "You realize I'd kill you if I could reach you."

"Well, yeah. But I wouldn't have said it if you could reach me, Yama."

"Fuck you, too, Taichi."

There was a beat of silence on the other end, and then Taichi laughed one of his low, sexy laughs. "Nah," Yamato thought he heard him mutter, "I'd be on top."

So much for cooling off. All of the blood in his body had rushed right into his pants. "What?!"

"Mm, nothing. Just, you know. If you're gonna be pissed, you should really say, 'Fuck me.' That's really more my style, is all. Besides, you've got such a hot little ass -- what's the point of that if I never get to see it?"

He was going to hyperventilate, or maybe have a heart attack. That was, if he didn't cum first. Not fair. He didn't remember ever giving the other boy permission to make him feel this way with only a few words. Just four quick strokes, that's all it would have taken, and Taichi would never know. No! No, that wasn't true. He knew it wasn't true. Yamato fought his body, trying to tell it that this was an incredibly stupid thing to even consider doing, but his body wasn't listening. He was so hard...if he just kept his mouth shut...well, at least he'd locked the door this time.

"Aw, come on, Yama. Why so quiet? You're...you're not mad, are you? It was just a joke..."

A joke. Of course. Right. Yamato shook his head, remembered that the brunet wouldn't be able to see it, and grunted. "No, Taichi, I'm not -- not mad..." Not mad at all, he added silently, closing his eyes and working himself more fiercely. He just wanted to shoot his load and be done with it...

"Good." Funny, but Taichi actually did sound relieved. Like he'd been really worried, or something. "You sound kinda weird. What're you doing?"

The words themselves might have worried Yamato, but the voice he had used to say them was whisper-soft -- almost conspiratorial -- and very intimate. What he'd actually said was irrelevant. If he just kept talking like that.he bhe blond boy traced the fingers of his free hand up to his chest, stroking a nipple and hissing out very slightly. He was almost there again, and just this once, even the little voice in the back of his head that was always so worried about these things didn't seem to care that the image bringing him closer and closer to orgasm was his best friend's face.

"Jeez, Yama..." Taichi murmured, just as he was about to go over the edge. "Are you beating off?"

Blink. Blink again. Yamato licked his lips and tried to respond caustically. All that came out was a whimpery sort of, "Ungh," which the brunet did not seem to find terribly reassuring.

"Seriously? You really are? You're kidding!"

Fucking hell. He was still on the brink, but every word out of Taichi's mouth -- goddammit! "If...you're gonna...say shit like that...then shut...the fuck up...I'm almost done..."

Sure, he was probably going to regret saying that later, but at the moment? At the moment, Yamato couldn't think straight enough to care. The fingers he had wrapped around his erection were slippery with sweat, and the flesh between them ached from being so hard for so long without relief. Once he had gotten off, then he'd worry about weirding out his friends. He moaned quietly and sped his hand.

"Yama..." His best friend's voice again, only it didn't sound shocked or upset any longer. Curious, maybe. "Are you gonna cum soon?"

How was he supposed to answer that? Yamato flushed and said nothing, just stroked himself more firmly.

"Who're you thinking about?"

Again, probably better to keep his mouth shut.

"Are you thinking about me?"

His breath caught in his throat. He swallowed around it. Even as near as he was, he knew he had to deny that. Knew, with the utmost certainty, that staying quiet and rubbing his dick was was no longer a real option. But when he forced his lips apart, nothing came out. Clearing his throat didn't help. The only thing he could manage with white already obscuring the corners of his vision in a smoky, post-orgasmic haze was an animalistic whine.

Then, right into his ear, he heard Taichi whisper, "It's okay if you are, you know. If I were there, I'd probably give you a hand with that," and he just lost control completely. The world ar him him broke apart, and when he came back to himself, his right hand was sticky.

Shame hit almost immediately, an overwhelming rush. Oh shit, oh fuck, oh gods and goddesses, what had he done?!

"Taichi? Taichi! Are you still there? Hello?"

Ordinarily, Yamato might have winced at the obvious clingy desperation in his own voice -- he had always rather considered himself above that sort of thing -- but this was Taichi. What if he really had just screwed them both over for good? What if Taichi never wanted to speak to him again? The brunet had said straight out that he was only joking, just a little bit of harmless mockery, and now he was going to explode in angry threats to stay the hell away from him --

Interrupting a very near heart attack, Taichi said calmly, "I'm here. Jeez, where did you go? It's been ten minutes. Don't tell me you spent the whole time blissed out and half-conscious? You must be really sensitive, Yama."

He sounded so normal. Teasing and playful and deeply amused. It almost made Yamato think that maybe they were still okay, that for some bizarre reason his best friend didn't think there was anything even slightly weird about masturbating while they were on the phone, and yet... Even as he chuckled wryly, there was still a strange undertone to it that all that Yamato didn't recognize and couldn't quite decipher. The sort of thing that had him squirming uncomfortably in his seat while he struggled to reply with equal nonchalance.

"Yeah, a little bit, I guess. But don't you dare tell anyone, I'm trying to maintain my tough guy persona."

"What tough guy persona?" the other boy demanded, snorting. "Everyone at school already knows you're delicate, princess. Might as well give up now."

Delicate? That gave Yamato pause, too. Not the word itself, because it was one of Taichi's all-time favorite jibes, but the way he'd said it. Like an underhanded implication. It made the blond boy wonder what, exactly, everyone at school already knew he was. "I'm not gay," he blurted, defensive and suddenly very paranoid.

"Sure," Taichi agreed good-naturedly. "You just think of me when you're fapping 'cuz my name's easy to remember. Or do you mean you like pussy, too?"

"Shut up, Taichi," he snapped, embarrassment making him angry. The fact that his immediate reaction to that suggestion had been disgust was not helping his mood in the slightest. "Donalk alk about things you don't understand."

He thought he heard a sharp intake of breath, but couldn't be sure. "Who says I don't understand this?"

Yamato started to reply angrily, paused, processed that question, and choked. Maybe...maybe Taichi hadn't been playing games with him, after all...? A fragile, barely-breathing newborn hope that made his chest hurt. He felt dizzy, unbalanced, like the earth's orbit had shifted violently and left him to make up the difference. "Taichi...do you mean --"

"Do I mean what, Yama?"

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