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Peppermint	By : libek Category: Digimon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: Digimon Adventure 02 does not belong to me. It belongs to Toei Animation, Disney, and whoever else it's been licensed to. I'm just borrowing the characters for fun, and I promise to return them in mostly-mint condition. No copyright infringement intended, all rights reserved.

A/N: Well, in an unprecedented move for me, I started this fanfic with its title. It's lemon, and very sappy. I hope that's okay. I also haven't edited anything, like at all, because I wrote the entire thing in about five hours. (Not intentionally, mind you, but I haven't been able to write for the last week or so...) I'm pleased to make it at all, let alone on time and under budget, with this little Christmas ficcie.

For Lavender Feline, who asked for taisuke porn, and who I know likes fluff. Fluff after some angst, at any rate. ^_~ I hope everyone else likes it, too.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Peppermint

by Libek

Ring, ring.

It was funny, the things you noticed when you were trying not to panic. In that moment, while he waited for someone to answer the door, Daisuke noticed everything. He noticed, self-deprecatingly, that he still had to go up on his tiptoes to reach the doorbell. He noticed that the little button over the buzzer was cracked, part of the plastic chipped and missing. He noticed the new welcome mat under his feet, and how scuffed up and dirty his only winter boots were. A fly crawling on the wall by the nameplate. The messy, scrawled handwriting that announced the names of all the people in the Yagami family, on a small piece of paper which was tucked inside of it.

Slowly, Daisuke reached up, and pressed the doorbell again.

Ring, ring.

It wasn't cold enough this night to snow. He still wished he'd thought to bring a hat, though. A hat or a pair of gloves, at the very least. His breath made little white puffs in the wintry air. There was a scientific explanation as to why, he remembered hearing one in school at some point, but he'd forgotten it. Hadn't seemed important at the time. For some reason, it seemed important now.

Everything seemed very important right now.

Especially the fact that he was wearing old boots, tramping all over a brand-new welcome mat. That was really bothering him.

Was this a stupid thing to do? Well, embarrassing, definitely -- but was it stupid? Daisuke swallowed, uncertainly. Not for the first time, he wondered whether he shouldn't just bolt. Run home as fast as he could, and pretend he had never been here. Not for the first time, he shook himself. He had done lots of stupid things before. If this turned out to be one of them, he could handle that.

He could. Really.

Even if it meant looking like a moron in front of Taichi?

Well, that was a harder question to answer. He...was pretty sure that the older boy wouldn't laugh at him. Not for this. But 'pretty sure' didn't seem like quite enough right now. He wanted to be certain. He wanted to be absolutely positive. Because the idea, the idea of his one-time idol laughing at him...

It hurt.

In a way, Daisuke had always been able to deal with people laughing at him. He was used to it. He'd even done it on purpose sometimes. Fact was, he sort of liked being the class clown. It was only...when they stopped doing it because they thought he was funny, and...started doing it because they thought he was an idiot. That was the only time when laughter got hard to take. When it felt like a real, physical slap in the face.

And that was the kind of laughter he was pretty sure Taichi would never do.

He really should've left.

That was when the door opened, and he found himself staring into Hikari's startled brown eyes.

"What -- Daisuke-kun, what are you doing here?" she asked softly, hugging herself against the night. She was wearing a banana-yellow nightgown, the kind done up to look sort of like a sports jersey, with a number six on the front, barely visible through her crossed arms. "It's late..."

For some reason, even though she lived here, Daisuke hadn't been expecting her to answer the door. He hesitated -- fumbling too late to get his hands behind his back, and the small package he had brought with him safely out of sight. He didn't really want her to ask him what it was. He wouldn't have known what to say. "Uhh..." Although, frankly, that was sorta a problem anyway. "Well, y'know. I was just in the neighborhood, and..."

Hikari blinked once, then smiled. "Daisuke-kun. You live on the other end of town." She tilted her head to one side, trying to see around behind his back, and laughed when he took a hasty step away from her. "Fine, fine. That's not for me, I take it. Do you want me to go get my brother?"

"What, Taichi-senpai? Why would I want you to get him?" Daisuke asked, making his eyes big and innocent. Good puppy eyes came with the territory when you had an older sister. Without them, you just couldn't survive.

But Hikari didn't look the least bit fazed. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because it's Christmas, and you wanted to spend some time alone with him..."

He couldn't help staring at her. "What?! He told you?! Err -- I...I mean..."

"Don't be silly," Hikari responded, looking quite smug. "He's never said a thing. I think he has this wild idea that I'll freak out and tell Mother and Father and get him disowned, or something. My brother watches too much TV," she added, dryly. "They already know. Oniichan isn't nearly as subtle as he thinks he is. As soon as he gets up the guts to 'tell' us, we'll be very supportive, and all of that."

Confused, Daisuke blinked. "But you already know," he said, just making sure.

"Right. So, I'll go get him, okay? And then it's off to bed with me." The brunette turned to go, then paused, and looked back at him, still smiling. There was a slightly wicked gleam to it now. "Oh, one more thing. Mother keeps harassing me to ask you. You're absolutely sure my brother isn't molesting you, or anything, right?"

"What?!"

If anything, her smile only grew wider. "Well, you know. You are only fifteen, and Mother wanted to make sure there wasn't anything improper going on, no cradle-robbing or --"

"No!!" Daisuke nearly yelled. "We're just fine! He's not doing anything...I mean...nothing that I don't want him to..."

"Yeah, I didn't think so," Hikari agreed, looking very cheerful at his complete and total mortification. "Just thought I'd ask. Mother will be relieved."

Daisuke gave her a murderous look.

"What? Oh, all right." She laughed again. "I'm going, I'm going..."

And she promptly disappeared into the apartment, closing the door in his face.

Strange girl, Daisuke decided. He couldn't help wondering what he'd ever seen in her. But even as he thought this, the redhead felt a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. That was one family down, and his own sister already knew. Now the only thing he had to worry about was his parents, and their reaction...

Maybe he would wait another year, though. He didn't really want his mom or dad thinking he was being molested.

Which he really wasn't.

Most of the time.

The door opened a second time, interrupting these not-altogether-unpleasant thoughts, and Daisuke looked up, or tried to. His eyes sort of got stuck when he realized what they were seeing.

Taichi was wearing dark blue pajama bottoms that looked like very soft cotton, slightly worn at the knees, and nothing else. Well, except for underwear. Probably.

That thought forced Daisuke to pinch his nose hastily, lest it start to bleed.

Because of this, when he tried to greet the older boy and explain what he was doing there at nine o'clock at night, it came out something like, "I bas juspt in da neighbohhood, abd thoughd I'd stob by. Dis is por you. Berry Quistmas."

A low, bemused laugh. Warm, callused hands took the package from him. "You wanna run that by me again?"

Quickly, Daisuke forced his eyes from the expanses of smooth, coffee-colored flesh to his former idol's face, and saw that he was grinning softly. Man, but he had great lips. Wide and expressive and sensual. Only with about a zillion really's in front of that last bit. Daisuke swallowed, and unpinched his nose carefully. "Meanie. I love you, you know that? What I said was: 'I was just in the neighborhood, and thought I'd stop by. That's for you. Merry Christmas.'" He paused, then flushed. It had come out sounding like a joke, and he hadn't meant it to. "I really do love you, Taichi."

Taichi's eyes widened very slightly. He didn't say it back, and Daisuke couldn't help feeling disappointed. He'd...never said it back. Maybe he never would.

"Daisuke..." the older boy started, and some of what he was feeling must have shown on his face, because Taichi looked guilty. "You know I care about -- wait." He blinked, and shook his head fiercely. "For me? Did you tell Hikari? You know what she'll think --"

Actually, he didn't, and judging by Hikari's smile, Daisuke wasn't so sure he wanted to know what she'd been thinking. But he sort of doubted that saying this would be very helpful. He had a feeling that Taichi wouldn't have believed him, anyway. Not to mention it probably would've sent the older boy all over his apartment, waking people up, and...that wasn't exactly how he'd planned to spend their first Christmas together. With or without an I-love-you.

He was...pretty sure that Taichi just wasn't ready for that yet.

So, diplomatically, Daisuke let the subject slide. "No. She never saw it, I promise."

Instantly, Taichi relaxed. "Good, good. I didn't really wanna do that tonight. But," he added, perking up slightly, "at least she wouldn't have been able to squeal on me. Mom and Dad probably won't be home for hours." Then he blinked, and smirked. It was a subtle change, something about the way he was suddenly gripping the doorframe instead of resting his weight on it, and a distinctly predatory look in his eyes. "Say, Dai...how would you like to spend the night?"

Daisuke shivered, just a little. "Sure," he murmured. "I'd love to."

They met at the mouth, and Daisuke had to go up on tiptoe to manage it. He hoped he'd hit his growth spurt soon. Kissing right now tended to make his feet ache if he did it for too long. Unless, of course, Taichi got an arm around his waist and another under his rear, lifting him into the air and then pressing him up against the nearest wall. The motion was so forceful that it almost hurt, but not quite. Taichi was always careful with him, even if he wasn't always gentle. Even if he wouldn't say he loved him.

His lips were getting faintly, pleasantly numb. He licked them when the older boy drew back, and moaned when Taichi turned his head to the side and ran the very tip of his tongue over his jaw. There were fingers in his hair, then cradling the back of his neck, then playing with the shorter, fuzzier bits at his hairline. It tickled and made his stomach jerk. Daisuke closed his eyes and shuddered with the feeling.

"You know," he heard Taichi murmur into his ear, "if you like having your hair played with, you should grow it out..."

He blinked, and laughed, though it came out sounding husky and strange. He pulled his former idol close and closer, hands cupping the brunet's face, so that it was impossible to focus their eyes on anything but one another. Then he kissed Taichi, soundly. He basted the older boy's mouth with his tongue. When he was finished, Daisuke pulled back, just enough to whisper, "Talk later. Kiss now. I want you to fuck me, Taichi-senpai..."

When Taichi shuddered, he felt it. He'd known it would come. That one small suffix had become something of a kink for them. Maybe because he had outgrown its usage even before they'd started dating, and now only ever said it when they were screwing --

Maybe.

Or maybe it had always done that to his one-time idol, and he'd just been too much of a dopey little kid to notice before. He'd never asked. It was sort of embarrassing to think about, and anyway, the important part was the bulge he could feel now when Taichi pressed against him. Their position put it under him, against his ass. Fortunately, that was just where he wanted it most.

They might have done the dirty right there, in the hallway, if Hikari hadn't come back into the kitchen, filled a glass with water, walked passed them, giggled, and hurried off to her bedroom.

Something about having a fourteen-and-a-half-year-old girl giggle at you really broke the mood.

"Fuck," Taichi groaned, pulling away from him and wiping apparently-sweaty palms off on his pajama bottoms. "I hate my sister." Then he seemed to realize that she hadn't looked upset, and blinked hard. "Wait, what --" He turned to Daisuke, scowling. "So she never saw it, huh?"

Daisuke tried his best to look guileless. It might've worked better if he had been entirely sure what 'guileless' meant. "Well, you see...she sort of already knew. Not from me! I was surprised, too! But...she's not mad, or grossed out, or anything! That's good, right?"

The very flat look on Taichi's face said no, but then the brunet sighed, and ran a hand through his unruly mass of hair. He looked sleepy again. "Let's just go into my room, okay? I don't want her coming back out here and seeing us again, even if she's not upset."

Nodding quickly, Daisuke retrieved his present from where it had sort of ended up on the floor just inside the door, closed said door because Taichi hadn't bothered, and then hurried to follow his boyfriend down the dimly-lit hallway.

He really, really hated Hikari right now.

Maybe he could hire an assassin and have her killed in the night.

They sat on Taichi's bed, because there wasn't really any other furniture in his bedroom besides an uncomfortable computer chair. And also, at least on Daisuke's part, because they just wanted to sit next to each other. The only light in the room was coming from a tiny desk lamp next to Taichi's monitor, and it was very warm and sort of cozy to sit there on the bed together.

"So," Taichi murmured, breaking the silence. "You brought me a Christmas present?"

For a moment, Daisuke actually didn't bother answering. The older boy's voice was just another wonderfully warm, soft thing right now, and responding didn't seem all that important. Then he realized that this particular warm, soft thing had been a question. "Oh! Oh, yeah. I did. Here," he added, offering it for the second time.

The wrapping paper was sort of faded. He didn't know how long his parents had been keeping it in that closet. And the actual wrapping job wasn't all that great -- he had started with a piece that was too small, and ended up having to add more afterwards, so the pattern didn't really line up, or anything. There was also sort of tape all over most of it, because the tape had gotten stuck to his fingers.

But it was the thought that counted, right?

And somehow, when Taichi grinned at the sight of it, Daisuke felt a lot better about his wrapping job.

Between learning that they weren't in the closet half as much as he'd thought and making out and then getting caught out by Hikari, Daisuke had mostly forgotten what his actual present to Taichi had been. He didn't actually remember, either, until the older boy exposed the first corner of a small painted metal tin. It was only then, even after everything else that had already happened that evening, that Daisuke first felt like dying of embarrassment.

"What's this?" Taichi asked, looking puzzled as the last of the wrapping paper fell away. "Cookies, or something?"

"N - not really..."

He was stuttering. He was actually stuttering. But he couldn't help it. He wanted to rip the tin out of the brunet's hands and hide it under his shirt. This was not the right moment, he really was going to get laughed at --

With strong fingers, Taichi pried the lid off. It made a popping sound, one which seemed to echo in the very abrupt silence that followed. For all of a minute, Daisuke stared at his boyfriend, heart beating in his chest like the wings of a caged bird, and then a wide smile broke out over the older boy's face.

"Oh, my god...Dai, is this lube?"

He couldn't find his voice. He had completely misplaced it. He would have to check the lost and found when he got back to school. All he could do was stare, helplessly, as Taichi pulled a handful of smallish candy canes out of the brightly-painted metal tin, to retrieve a tiny tube of lubricant.

When he did find his voice, all that came out at first was a squeak. "It's supposed to be peppermint-flavored..."

"Is it, now."

There it was, there was that note of laughter -- but at the last second, instead of making fun of him, Taichi turned instead and kissed him hard.

"Let's find out how it tastes."

Daisuke blushed. "Well -- I mean, if you don't want to right now, that's okay...we can try it later, or --" He was thinking of Hikari's interruption. It usually took his boyfriend a little longer than this to recover from a shock like that, and he wasn't exactly in great shape, either...

That is, until he felt Taichi's hand slipping under the waistband of his pants.

Thank god for teenage hormones.

They picked up more or less where they'd left off before, only more horizontal. Between kisses, the clothes came off, and made a messy pile on the floor of Taichi's bedroom that neither of them cared about. Having skin against skin was much more important. How long had it been since the last time they'd done this? More than a week, because of Taichi's exams at university.

It felt like longer.

He ended up on his hands and knees, with Taichi kneeling up behind him. Erections rubbed against each other, because the older boy hadn't quite moved into position yet. He could feel his boyfriend's callused hands on his elbows, his boyfriend's warm, naked chest on his bare back, and he dug his fingers into the sheets, ready for it. The first thrust was always tricky, always a little bit painful...

But Taichi was hesitating for some weird reason. "Dais...uke...do you think...?"

Did he think? Not if he could help it, Daisuke wanted to retort. He couldn't get the breath for it, not in this position, and not when Taichi kept moving like that. He moaned when he tried, and let his eyes slip shut. "J - just...just get...on with it, okay...?"

Soft, hoarse laughter. "You...asked for it..."

Which sounded sort of alarming, really. Daisuke tried to open his eyes, wanting to see the brunet's face and make sure that he shouldn't be pulling himself out of bed and running away, but too late. There was something shockingly cold at his entrance, something too slender for --

Hoah, shit. The peppermint burned.

Daisuke jolted, and grabbed at the blankets, instinctively clenching his muscles to force the candy cane back out again. This was really not what he'd had in mind when he'd bought them. "Taichi!"

"Taichi-senpai, Daisuke. It's Taichi-senpai." His boyfriend sounded amused. Amused, and really horny.

"Taichi-senpai..." the redhead repeated, softly. It was -- really hard to breathe now. More than before. Much more than before. He wasn't sure if it was the candy cane or the lube, but it tingled, which felt -- so good...

More laughter, low in the back of the older boy's throat. "Dai? You okay?"

No. No, he wasn't really. Not exactly okay. Sort of incredible. It had to be a word that meant great and horrible at the same time, because that was how the burning, tingling, cold thing inside of him felt. Daisuke squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to keep breathing. Deep breaths, deep breaths. He was...really, almost in control of it -- of himself -- when Taichi decided to tug the candy cane back out again. Not all the way, of course. Just most of it. And then, back in again.

"Aah! T - Taichi-senpai!"

"That's more like it," he thought he heard his boyfriend comment approvingly. But he couldn't be sure. Couldn't be sure of anything right now.

A second one, before he'd completely gotten used to the thrusting. And a third, while he was still whimpering from that. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was going to cum. The tingling, all of it together, it was too much --

So, naturally, Taichi had to add his tongue. "Mm. It does taste kinda like peppermint."

He thought he'd shrieked. Wasn't sure. He thought he was going to black out, but he didn't. Not quite. Daisuke opened his eyes, haltingly. He was still breathing. His whole body was trembling. Right on the edge, but not over it. Not over it.

Part of him was glad about that. Part of him always felt embarrassed when Taichi made him cum early. Seemed like that was why Taichi did it, most of the time. The other part of him, though? The other part of him was panting needily, because he was so close that it felt like all he needed was one small lick -- one light touch...

So, so fucking close...

Close enough that it ached.

He looked back at Taichi hazily, over his shoulder, and their eyes met. The brunet's lips were curled just slightly at the corners, and his eyes were dark and intense. Daisuke thought the older boy looked...hungry... Hungry like a starving man. Hungry like he was.

They were sweating, both of them. The room smelled like it, and like sex. Like the two of them fused into one. And somehow, for that one instant, even with hormones in the air and peppermint lube on him, everything was perfect. Everything was fine. Weirdly so, like when you were drunk.

Daisuke felt drunk.

Then the candy canes were gone, ripped away, and he arched his back, gasping, but it had been just long enough, and he didn't cum. Didn't cum until Taichi was deep inside of him, completely buried, to the hilt. Until he felt the older boy's balls on his ass.

It didn't stop him from feeling the thrusts, or lifting his hips to make it easier, even though he was barely conscious. Even though he'd cum so hard, so strong, that there were wet, sticky patches on his chest from it. Vaguely, Daisuke was annoyed with himself for not being able to hang on longer -- but only vaguely.

Afterglow had that effect on you.

Behind him, inside of him, Taichi shuddered and went still. The older boy's full weight was very suddenly on top of him, and Daisuke struggled sluggishly to get out from underneath it before he was completely squished. He managed to get on his side instead of his stomach, but then he was stuck.

"Mmph...Taichi?" he mumbled.

The only response from his boyfriend was a grunt.

Pouting slightly, Daisuke shoved at the brunet's shoulder. "Please...you're heavy..." He thought he heard the older boy laugh, and blinked, startled. "It's not funny!"

"Yeah, yeah. That's not why I laughed, Dai." Taichi withdrew from him, just enough so that he could breathe again, and he was grinning lazily. "You're just so cute."

Confused, Daisuke frowned. "Wait. You...laugh at me...'cause I'm cute?"

"Well, 'course. Why else would I laugh at you?"

He felt funny and warm inside. Funnier and warmer than he probably should've, from such a small thing. He couldn't help smiling, or snuggling into his boyfriend's warm body. "But not because you think I'm stupid, right?" he asked, just to make sure.

"Wha -- of course not!" Taichi sounded startled, and after a moment, he felt the older boy's nose burrowing into his hair. "Don't be ridiculous, Daisuke. You're not stupid. I mean..." He laughed. "I may not be the greatest judge you could ask for. But I don't think you're stupid. You passed your entrance exams, right? On the first try?"

That didn't seem to have anything to do with their conversation, so Daisuke ducked his head and thought about it carefully. Maybe there was some deep, hidden significance. Only...nothing was coming to him. Nothing at all. "Um...yeah...so what?"

"So what?" He felt as much as heard the brunet's snicker. "Dai. I've never passed an exam on my first try in my life. So unless you think I'm stupid..."

"No way!" Daisuke protested, shocked by the very idea. Sure, he didn't totally idolize the older boy anymore, but he'd always look up to him, always think he was beyond cool...always feel incredibly lucky for getting to date him...

Well, okay, not always on that last bit. Like, when he'd realized there were candy canes inside of him? That had not been one of the moments he'd felt lucky for being allowed to be in his 'senpai's' exalted company. But most of the time.

"Then you see?" Taichi responded, and nuzzled his hair again. "Man, you smell so good..."

Being sniffed was a very ticklish experience, so Daisuke laughed and shoved at the older boy, pouting when he ended up pinned to the bed.

"I'm never gonna get to be on top, am I?"

That seemed to catch his boyfriend completely off-guard. Then Taichi blinked, and cocked his head to one side. "Hmm...I dunno. Maybe. If you're very, very good," he added, teasingly.

Daisuke blinked. He smiled. That was more than he'd been expecting. It had never even seemed like a vague, distant, dreamlike possibility before. "Really?"

"Of course..." And the brunet's expression changed, his eyes moving to half-lidded, his lips spreading into a purely wicked smile. "You'll have to be able to lift me off the bed, and I don't think you can do that just yet."

He could actually feel his face falling. "But...Taichi-senpai..."

The suffix made Taichi shiver visibly, but he didn't waver. "Uh-uh. I don't think so, Dai. When you're older, and we can actually do half the positions." His smile widened. "And you'll owe me, big time. It'll take me a while just to think of something good enough to make up for it..."

For a few seconds, Daisuke considered that. It sounded fair enough to him. He had already gotten it explained to him, when they first started going out, that for some reason, Taichi just didn't like being on bottom very much. He was pretty sure, though, that that had more to do with being in control than it did with being fucked. Hard to say. He had never tried offering to screw the older boy while he was tied to the bed. It seemed like screwing someone would be hard while you were tied to a bed.

And not hard in the good way.

"Well..." the redhead said at last, grinning slightly. "As long as I get to do it sometime. Ken's been making fun of me again."

Taichi blinked, then snickered. "Him? What's he got to lord over you, Dai? Look, you could top Yamato. He prefers it like that. If he actually wanted to be on top...I don't think Ken'd be able to do much about it."

They both laughed at that, quietly, and Daisuke felt better. So far, he'd had sex, extracted a promise that he would someday be on top, and even gotten a good comeback for his best friend's favorite jibe. All of this, and the day wasn't even over yet.

"I've mentioned that I love you, right?" he mumbled, contentedly, not even really caring if his boyfriend heard it or not. "Because I do. I love you lots."

There was a brief, stunned pause from the older boy. "Yeah, you have. You've said it a lot. But every time..."

He didn't have to explain. Daisuke had noticed. Every time he said those three little words, they seemed to come as a surprise. That was okay, really. He just hoped they were a pleasant one.

"Daisuke...?"

It sounded sort of funny. Very soft, and awfully uncertain. Not sure what else to do, Daisuke opted to hug his boyfriend reassuringly. What else could he really do?

Another pause, much longer this time. Then, so quietly that he had to strain his ears to hear it, Taichi replied in kind:

"I -- I...love you, too..."

Fireworks. Fireworks going off, behind his eyes, just for him. Daisuke took in a sharp, harsh breath. He'd never really doubted it. He'd always felt loved when the older boy held him. Always. So, then...how come it meant so much to him, after all this time -- when he'd never, never so much as considered the possibility that Taichi didn't love him --

How come it meant so much to him to finally hear those three little words returned?

"You mean it?" he whispered.

He felt the soft, thick hair on his neck when Taichi nodded. "Yeah. 'Course I do. And I'm sorry," he went on, gruffly. "It never even occurred to me...guess that makes me a pretty rotten boyfriend, huh? I mean, since I didn't get you anything for Christmas..."

Daisuke closed his eyes, and opened them again. He was so not crying.

"Yeah," he said, grinning foolishly and scrubbing at his cheeks. Laughing, when Taichi pulled back to peer at him in concern. "You did, Taichi. You did."

When they kissed, he tasted peppermint in the older boy's mouth.

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