A/N: This Author's Note will be slightly long so bear with me. This fic is actually an excerpt from a story that has been haunting me. I just wanted to upload it to see what you guys think of it. If you don't mind knowing the background and are willing to take it as a drabble, be my guest and read on. If not, here is the tale behind the excerpt.

Yamato is forced to leave under protective custody when a stalker case turns deadly. After months of being incommunicado, he is finally reunited with his family, friends and most of all, Taichi.

Now that the stage is set, it's on to the story. As usual, the amazing characters of Digimon do not belong to me but to their esteemed creators. For you patient people who have made it this far, ENJOY!

Never

Yagami Taichi couldn't believe his eyes. With a trembling hand, he reached out.

And, reality crashed upon him.

Ishida Yamato was really there.

There was a tenderness to Taichi's gesture, the way his fingers danced over high cheekbones, the way his hand cradled a pale cheek, that seemed so at odds with his usual bravado and recklessness, a tenderness that was echoed in Yamato's gently glimmering blue eyes, usually icy mirrors of emotionless depths, as he gaze at Taichi, catching his boyfriend's eyes. The tenderness of the moment shared between the usually distant blonde and the usually macho leader seemed so out of place. Yet, in Hikari's and Takeru's eyes, it was so right. Slowly extracting themselves from Yamato's now loose embrace, the two younger siblings barely avoided brushing against Taichi as he gravitated into his boyfriend's arms.

Words were denied to Taichi as Yamato's familiar presence overwhelmed all his senses, his ears attuned to the steady beating of the heart that had often become his lullaby, a whiff of a masculine scent uniquely Yamato's filling him with a headiness that rushed straight to his head, his fingertips tingling from their wandering over soft skin marred only by tiny pore bumps stretched taunt over wiry arms and his eyes drowning in the image of blond and blue, a vision of beauty that had been viciously snatched by the cruel mistress of fate from him seemingly centuries ago. And, no words could even describe the taste that swallowed him whole as soft lips crashed against his, tongues tangling in a battle wrought by desperate relief, tainted yet made more precious by raw anguish and a fiery need to reestablish a connection that had been worn thin by distance and time. For months, Taichi had been waiting for this, so desperately needing it that the ferocity of his emotions had torn at his very soul. For months, Taichi had simply halted in his life, just watching and waiting.

For months he had waited for Yamato to come home.

And, he would never let his love go again.

Never.