Hmmm… reviews… love'm. So, in order to milk more out of my lovely lovely readers :) ('cept you, Po0ntZ, you're SO horrid, you know there's moderate amounts of whumping coming up in my J/Ds as soon as I get them typed and posted, and when it comes to whumping? Whooh. This one does the trick…) I've decided to post a story which has more than two parts… the whole thing with 'I'm Not Gay' worked well enough, hmm, wonder if I can break this one into that many tiny bits…

Um, this is a completely different style than anything I've written before. Thought I'd try a bunch of new things at the same time. First person present tense, mostly AU though keeping the guys true to character. And I think the only person I'm actually bashing, as such, is Sora… Taito fans will forgive me, right?

Warnings: Lots. Uh, bad stuff. No chidderlings here, and don't flame me unless you actually have some control over the English language. Reviews can be as sloppily written as you like :) Um… pain, suffering, extensive angst and mental torture, m/m sex (DUH!), wierdass fever dreams, etc etc etc.

Disclaimer: One day I will be rich enough to buy Digimon. This may involve a Nobel prize- scratch that- it will. I'll get you your tail, Ny-chan. Or just figure out a way to separate X from Y bearing sperm, that should do it. Then again, I recently had all my hopes of starting an IVF clinic where same-sex couples could actually conceive a child together CRUSHED BRUTALLY (damn lecturers, with their annoying real-life factual type stuff) but we'll see, I'm working on it. But anywho, on that day, I will not need this disclaimer saying that I don't own anything except a very small percentage of the textbooks I should own… unfortunately it's not that day yet. I'll let you know when it is.

Wonder if anyone's actually read all this rambling…

Hey hey hey, I'm having a vote as to where I should start writing a new fic. Angel: Angel/Wesley? DBZ: Trunks/Goten? Stargate: Jack/Daniel? Or another Taito? I'll write one wherever I get the most votes for.

Neways, this fic is a Taito, of course. What else would I write? Trust me, I ALWAYS write happy endings, too.

Look at those waves. So grey, and miserable, and dark. The winds have lashed them into a wild fury.

See that bulky, ugly lump of a ship fighting her way through that stormy loneliness? That's the Raven. Tacky name for a tacky piece of crap.

And if you look really hard, you can see a skinny, bitter blond avoiding the rest of the pirates, staring into those same waves from the very prow of the ship. That would be me. Yamato Ishida. About to make one of the biggest decisions of my life.

Not too far away, a stray sunbeam turns another head of blond hair into a brilliant halo. The light always seems to shine on my little brother, Takeru. I wouldn't have it any other way. He's the only thing in this messed-up shithole of a world that I love. The only reason that I haven't let myself get killed in any of the hundreds of ways I might have. The only reason I would ever do what I'm about to do.

See, I'm the youngest pirate on this ship, and TK is the cabin boy. We've been on the Raven for a week. TK doesn't know, yet, what cabin boys have as a second job on long voyages… and if what I'm about to do is successful, he never will. I won't have TK's brightness sullied, not ever.

I will be successful. There's no way I can fail.

I can see their eyes on him already. He's far too innocent to understand why they watch him like that. He should never have to figure it out.

If only there was some other way to protect him… but I'm not strong enough to fight a whole crew of lusty pirates off my brother. I need to do what I can. What I know how to do.

My logical target is the most powerful one of the ship. The Captain.

There he is, up by the foc'stle, shouting some order. Tall. Athletic. Charisma dripping from every orifice, and he knows it. No matter what group of people you threw him in with, he'd have them all following his commands within a day.

Bastard.

All right. My target is Taichi Kamiya.

I watch him banter with the first mate, Joe. Hmph. Joe will never hurt TK, not while he has the second, Izzy. But all this time, Tai's eyes are tracking TK's slender form.

Someone that… physical… a week is too long. If I can judge men- and, believe me, I can- the Captain is determined to have some tonight.

I'm in his cabin when he goes into it, much to his surprise.

"Uh- Matt? What are you doing in here?"

I walk around behind him, closing the door. "I've seen you watching my brother, Captain."

Tai blinks. "And? Don't you dare try to threaten me. That's not going to work."

"Not threaten." Reaching up, I pull away the thong that binds my 'golden locks', letting my hair fall free. It's good hair, I know that; I take proper care of it. "I offer you a substitute."

He looks truly shocked, but recovers quickly, folding his arms across his broad chest. "That would be you, right?"

"Right."

"But you- you're a grown man."

I give him a look from under my lashes. I have lovely lashes, I can say that without conceit. "And?"

"Well… you're not as… young." Now Tai's watching me, judging.

I bite my lip, then shrug a little. I've already made the offer, what harm can a little clarification be? "Captain, men have the price of your ship for just the chance to have me. I agree I'm out of my prime… less supple than I was… but I'm still worth at least… three hundred gold pieces."

He was choking at my words.

I sigh. Damn, he needs proof.

Taking several steps closer, I drop to my knees before him…

… and the whole time I'm practising my considerable skills on him, I never once let my hatred for what I was doing show.

Finally, despising him, I stand up and give a sultry look at the shaking, sweating, exhausted Tai. I'm pretty sure he believes me now.

"M-Matt…" he manages, surprising me. He should have been completely speechless.

I pause with my hand on the door. "Was there something?"

He hangs his head for a few moments, recovering the power of semi-logical thought, before asking the predictable question. "Will there be more?"

A smile twitches my lip. "Sure. I'll do that as often as you want, Captain. And after a week I'll give you the rest." My smile vanishes, and I can feel my eyes flash with cold. "But, Captain, if you… or anyone… harms TK, you will never experience this again."

Amazed, he stares.

"Will anyone hurt TK, Captain?" My voice is smooth. Quietly confidant. So many things I'm not.

There's a look in his chocolate eyes that I've seen so many times. The peculiar wounded look they get when they realise they're being blackmailed. "Of course not. No-one will hurt poor little TK."

Nodding, I leave.

How's that for a starter? Miserable yet? REVIEW. The next one will get up quicker if I get more compliments.