Title: Chance is a Fickle Friend
Author: FireDemon
E-mail: Ken_Dai_Love@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Category: Romance, Fluff.
Warnings: Shounen-ai and prostitution.
Summary: Sort of AU, I guess. Matt's famous and lives in New York, Tai is a prostitute who is also living in New York. It's been 5 years since Matt left Japan and even longer since he and Tai were close.
Matt nervously tapped the hard wood of the table. He was a world-famous super-star, a gorgeous, talented musician, a sex-symbol to millions of women worldwide; and he'd let his stupid drummer talk him into hiring a male escort.
He cursed himself for his weakness. It wasn't that he didn't like men as well as women - he did - and he'd admitted it a long time ago.
It was more the idea that he had to pay for company. Still, as all four of his other band members had said, "Matt you want sex, not a relationship. Relationships are bad for business. Sleeping with our male groupies is not a good image to present to the public, hire a male whore."
Matt sighed, so that was why he was sitting at a table in New York of all places, waiting for a man he'd never even seen a picture of, although most of his band had promised he'd enjoy the unique talents of the 'male escort'.
He'd slept with boys before, nowhere near as many as girls of course, but he'd been a very, vivacious teen, and few had escaped his charms.
Few... meaning his closest friends Yagami Taichi and Takenouchi Sora, both of whom he'd very seriously considered fucking.
He hadn't though. Instead he'd had a threesome with the two objects of his brothers affection, Motomiya Daisuke and Ichijouji Ken.
Sapphire eyes glinted behind dark shades and Matt's face took on a hint of red. It was embarrassing even now, almost 10 years later.
At 17 he had seduced a pair of 14 year olds, both of whom had been less than sober, and he'd fucked both of them... at the same time.
Matt ran a hand through his hair, why was he thinking about this now? He hadn't been in Japan for nearly 5 years, and he'd left Odaiba, where all this had taken place shortly after his 18 birthday.
His eyes flickered to the waitress who'd arrived to take his order and was smiling at him flirtatiously as her fingers nervously knotted the fabric of her skirt and her cheeks went pink under his scrutiny.
"I'll have a vodka and orange juice, actually, make that two," He finally decided.
The girl nodded, "Very good sir. Anything else?"
Her voice was slightly pleading, as if she had nothing better to do then cater to his every whim.
"No... I think I'll be fine until my guest arrives."
"Oh. Of course." She smiled as turned to hastily scamper back into the kitchen, her cheeks still aflame.
~~~
"K'so. I'm so sorry I'm late. I got caught in traffic. I hope you're not offended." The lightly accented voice startled Matt as the young man slid into the seat across from him, "I feel terrible, do you want a discount for my tardiness?"
Matt looked up to see the mans slightly bared olive-skinned chest, his eyes tracing a path up the slender neck to see a face worthy of Adonis, framed by a mop of untameable chocolate brown hair. Brown eyes stared out from beneath the gorgeously unkempt hair, and the man was wearing a slightly lopsided smile of apology.
"I... no," Matt said shaking his head as he tried to shake off the slight cloud of lust and arousal the mans appearance had created.
The brunette's smile grew, "That's good. I'm Ty Kamiya, by the way."
"Erm, Matt," Matt offered his hand, "It's nice to meet you. Would you like a drink?"
Ty nodded, "Yeah, that'd be great."
"Great," Matt echoed his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the other mans.
~~~
"So..." Ty began.
"Yeah..." Matt echoed nervously, expecting this creature to suddenly stand up and tell him that he'd made a mistake.
"This was fun. Do you want to go back to... wherever you live now?"
"Sure," Matt smiled, enjoying the date despite himself. He hadn't had this much fun since he'd gone out on that double date with Tai and Sora and Mimi. They'd never specified whose date he was but the 4 of them had had a lot of fun together.
Ty stood and offered Matt a hand. Grinning Matt took it and entwined their fingers, taking a strange pride in the light flush on the mans cheeks.
"So how long have you lived in New York?" Ty asked.
Matt looked up at the question, "Almost 2 years, on and off. I'm in a band, we're on tour mostly, but we still call New York home and we come back every few months to relax. How about you?"
"3 months next week," Ty replied, "Before New York I lived in Jupiter - Florida but only for 6 weeks, and before that I worked the Japanese crowd under my fathers direction. So what's it like being in a band? Have you guys made it big yet?"
Matt shook his head, "It's fun, my band are pretty cool. We're not super famous or anything. We made the number 4 spot on the American charts a few weeks ago, but we're not, you know, the best. We're still getting used to the language. So whereabouts in Japan are you from?"
"Odaiba. It's near Tamachi, have you heard of it?" Ty asks.
Matt nodded in surprise, "Yeah, I used to live in Odaiba when I was a kid. Looks like we have something in common already."
Ty smiled, "I suppose so. So where exactly is your... house?"
"My apartment?" Matt corrected, "Oh, it's... I'll get a taxi."
Matt quickly hailed the taxi and opened the back door so Ty could get in first and gave the driver his address.
Next to him Ty smiled and raised an eyebrow curiously.
"What?" Matt asked slightly nervously.
"If you don't mind me asking... Why exactly would a great looking guy like yourself need to hire an escort?"
Matt blushed as he looked at the delicious deity sat next to him, "You mean I could get someone as gorgeous as you just by taking a stroll in the park and asking for your phone number?"
The brunette followed his example lowering his head to hide his own blush, "I... I don't think I've ever taken a stroll in a park before. Not since I was a little kid anyway. Back home."
"Oh," Matt replied, "My band don't want me too, ah, get into a big public relationship. Our base fan-following are female, so it's sort of important that we appear, at least on the surface, single and straight. My guitarist has a fiancée back in Japan, Takido Ayamé, and my keyboardist is, well, I'm pretty sure he's gay. But we keep it a secret, so if any of us want to have any fun or anything, my guitarist instructs us to hire someone.
Akemi is in agreement with him, but he sleeps with the fans anyway, you know, a lot of one-night stands. I'm not really into that kind of thing. I guess I've grown up a lot since I was a teenager, sleeping with everything that moved."
The brunette smiled at him, "That's cool. I suppose I would have been very tame compared to you. I started working for my dad just after I turned 15, so I never really had time for a relationship." The man looked down at his hands and shrugged, "But you know, that's life eh?"
Matt gently put a hand on the mans shoulder, "Are you okay?"
"Fine," The man looked up smiling, "Just getting all wistful over silly things, I'm sorry, you paid my agency for a night of fun and I'm been a terrible date."
Matt shook his head fervently, "No! You're great. I was all worried that the whole time you'd be all over me just because I was giving you money or whatever," the blond looked down slightly flushed, "It's happened before."
Ty paused then lifted the other mans chin so he could meet the brilliant sapphire eyes with his own, "What makes you think they weren't all over you because you're a gorgeous and extremely desirable creature?"
Matt flushed, "I... You don't have to lie to me. I'm not paying you to lie to me."
Ty ran his thumb lightly over the blonds lip, "Who says I'm lying? You're very beautiful Matt. This may sound like a backhanded compliment, but you'd make it a long way in my business, if you ever decided to... you know."
Matt smiled, "Thank you Ty." He stared into the brunettes chocolate brown eyes noting the desire intermingled with slight discomfort and confusion.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?"
Ty laughed, the sound sweet, and rich, "Not at all. I'm not chained to a bed, I haven't been whipped until I pass out, I'm about as far from uncomfortable as I get."
Matt laughed softly in return, the blush refusing to disappear from his cheeks.
~~~
"So this is where my beautiful date hides himself from the rest of the world," Ty said looking around the house. He'd discovered that compliments worked very well with the blond, who tended to turn pink rather then red, and looked absolutely delectable.
"I wouldn't call it hiding Ty," Matt replied, struck by the similarity of the boys name to his best friends, maybe that was why he felt like he'd known the boy for years instead of merely hours.
The shorter man stuck out his tongue childishly, "Well you weren't anywhere where I could find you, therefore you were hiding."
Matt rolled his eyes, since the other man had relaxed in the taxi he'd found himself becoming more and more comfortable. In fact, it felt like he'd been the brunettes lover for years, rather then his date for a single evening.
The boy definitely had the knack of making his dates feel at home.
"Nice room, is it yours?" Ty asked as he peered into one of the bedrooms.
Matt shook his head, "It's my guitarists, we share the apartment."
Ty laughed, "Right, so, yours is that one over there?"
Matt nodded and led the brunette into the room kicking the papers he'd been using to mess around with his new song under the bed, "I know, it's not brilliant..." He admitted wryly.
"No, it's nice. Kinda reminds me of..." Ty trailed off, "Never mind. You like blue?"
Matt flushed slightly, the room was very blue, blue curtains, blue bedspread, blue carpets.
"Apparently it matches my eyes," The blond confessed grudgingly.
Ty giggled, "Oh. I see," he said smiling widely, "Cute."
Matt turned to glare at the man but the brunette had already taken a seat on his bed and was grinning even more broadly, "You've got a waterbed? Cool I love waterbeds! Why didn't you tell me you had a waterbed?"
Matt shrugged, "I didn't know you cared."
Ty rolled his eyes and pulled the blond onto the bed next to him, "Of course I care. I'm extremely fond of waterbeds, and the gorgeous moody blue- eyed blonds who own them."
Matt looked at him from under lowered brows in surprise, "Really? You're not just lying to make me feel better, or to make me want to hire you again or something stupid like that are you?"
Ty stopped moving, his brown eyes narrowing as a hint of shock and anger crept into them, "No, Matt, surprisingly enough I'm not." He told the other boy coldly.
Matt suddenly realised how his words could be taken and buried his flaming face in his hands, "Kami-sama, I'm sorry. I should have thought, I just. If we're going to do this I want you to be honest with me. If I'm going to pay someone to have a good time with you, then I want it to be a good time for both of us. Not some stupid deception on your part."
Ty stared down at his hands then met the blonds eyes, "I'll tell you the truth, I've been doing this for a long time. So long that I can't imagine ever doing anything else. My mother was a prostitute, my father's a pimp, my little sister used to give blowjobs to my fathers perverted customers at 12 years old. I'm a whore, no questions asked, I've slept with a lot of people, but I've never lied to any of them. Not once, and I don't intend to start now. I find you incredibly attractive, more attractive then anyone I've ever slept with before. I've never slept with someone just because I liked them. By the time I started liking people I was already an experienced prostitute, and I never acted on any of my desires. But I like you, and I'm attracted to you, and even if this is cheapened by the fact that I'm your whore, I want to... I want to make love to you."
Matts blue eyes widened in shock, the sincerity in the brunettes voice was almost painful, his words so brutally honest it made Matts breath catch, and then he was kissing Ty and the brunette was kissing back. Their lips met again and again as Ty straddled the blond, pinning him to the bed as his hands explored the taller mans toned chest and his tongue explored every inch of the blonds delectable mouth.
"Ty, Ty, there's something I need to tell you." Matt gasped sitting up to meet the brunettes eyes seriously.
"What?"
"My name... you're Japanese, not American, call me Yamato, please, call me Yama..."
Ty's brown eyes widened with apprehension as the name slipped out of his mouth, a fragile sound made of spun-clouds, "Yama-chan..."
And then they were kissing again, Matt's mouth pressed tight against his, their bodies entwined and coherent thought vanished.
"My Yama-chan."
Authors Notes: Okay, in this Tai's proper last name is Yagami NOT Kamiya. Kamiya is a fake name, which is why Matt stupidly doesn't recognise Taichi, that and the fact that it's been 5 years. Tai has slept with so many people over the years he doesn't even consider he might sleep with a friend, especially not Matt who he hasn't seen for 5 years.
Tai's dad is an asshole/pimp in this. Not that I have anything against Tai's parents -- I just think he's mom's a druggie. It fits.
Anyway, at the risk of sound stupid and overdramatic, please review because my last Digimon fic didn't get any reviews, and my first (and most recent) zoids fic got 6, so if my digimon fanfics aren't liked, then I figure I'll write for people who do like my fanfics and save the rest of you the trouble of wading through crap.
So if you like review. Please. If you want this continued, review, cos otherwise I'm just going to give up on Digimon as a fandom altogether.
Author: FireDemon
E-mail: Ken_Dai_Love@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Category: Romance, Fluff.
Warnings: Shounen-ai and prostitution.
Summary: Sort of AU, I guess. Matt's famous and lives in New York, Tai is a prostitute who is also living in New York. It's been 5 years since Matt left Japan and even longer since he and Tai were close.
Matt nervously tapped the hard wood of the table. He was a world-famous super-star, a gorgeous, talented musician, a sex-symbol to millions of women worldwide; and he'd let his stupid drummer talk him into hiring a male escort.
He cursed himself for his weakness. It wasn't that he didn't like men as well as women - he did - and he'd admitted it a long time ago.
It was more the idea that he had to pay for company. Still, as all four of his other band members had said, "Matt you want sex, not a relationship. Relationships are bad for business. Sleeping with our male groupies is not a good image to present to the public, hire a male whore."
Matt sighed, so that was why he was sitting at a table in New York of all places, waiting for a man he'd never even seen a picture of, although most of his band had promised he'd enjoy the unique talents of the 'male escort'.
He'd slept with boys before, nowhere near as many as girls of course, but he'd been a very, vivacious teen, and few had escaped his charms.
Few... meaning his closest friends Yagami Taichi and Takenouchi Sora, both of whom he'd very seriously considered fucking.
He hadn't though. Instead he'd had a threesome with the two objects of his brothers affection, Motomiya Daisuke and Ichijouji Ken.
Sapphire eyes glinted behind dark shades and Matt's face took on a hint of red. It was embarrassing even now, almost 10 years later.
At 17 he had seduced a pair of 14 year olds, both of whom had been less than sober, and he'd fucked both of them... at the same time.
Matt ran a hand through his hair, why was he thinking about this now? He hadn't been in Japan for nearly 5 years, and he'd left Odaiba, where all this had taken place shortly after his 18 birthday.
His eyes flickered to the waitress who'd arrived to take his order and was smiling at him flirtatiously as her fingers nervously knotted the fabric of her skirt and her cheeks went pink under his scrutiny.
"I'll have a vodka and orange juice, actually, make that two," He finally decided.
The girl nodded, "Very good sir. Anything else?"
Her voice was slightly pleading, as if she had nothing better to do then cater to his every whim.
"No... I think I'll be fine until my guest arrives."
"Oh. Of course." She smiled as turned to hastily scamper back into the kitchen, her cheeks still aflame.
~~~
"K'so. I'm so sorry I'm late. I got caught in traffic. I hope you're not offended." The lightly accented voice startled Matt as the young man slid into the seat across from him, "I feel terrible, do you want a discount for my tardiness?"
Matt looked up to see the mans slightly bared olive-skinned chest, his eyes tracing a path up the slender neck to see a face worthy of Adonis, framed by a mop of untameable chocolate brown hair. Brown eyes stared out from beneath the gorgeously unkempt hair, and the man was wearing a slightly lopsided smile of apology.
"I... no," Matt said shaking his head as he tried to shake off the slight cloud of lust and arousal the mans appearance had created.
The brunette's smile grew, "That's good. I'm Ty Kamiya, by the way."
"Erm, Matt," Matt offered his hand, "It's nice to meet you. Would you like a drink?"
Ty nodded, "Yeah, that'd be great."
"Great," Matt echoed his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the other mans.
~~~
"So..." Ty began.
"Yeah..." Matt echoed nervously, expecting this creature to suddenly stand up and tell him that he'd made a mistake.
"This was fun. Do you want to go back to... wherever you live now?"
"Sure," Matt smiled, enjoying the date despite himself. He hadn't had this much fun since he'd gone out on that double date with Tai and Sora and Mimi. They'd never specified whose date he was but the 4 of them had had a lot of fun together.
Ty stood and offered Matt a hand. Grinning Matt took it and entwined their fingers, taking a strange pride in the light flush on the mans cheeks.
"So how long have you lived in New York?" Ty asked.
Matt looked up at the question, "Almost 2 years, on and off. I'm in a band, we're on tour mostly, but we still call New York home and we come back every few months to relax. How about you?"
"3 months next week," Ty replied, "Before New York I lived in Jupiter - Florida but only for 6 weeks, and before that I worked the Japanese crowd under my fathers direction. So what's it like being in a band? Have you guys made it big yet?"
Matt shook his head, "It's fun, my band are pretty cool. We're not super famous or anything. We made the number 4 spot on the American charts a few weeks ago, but we're not, you know, the best. We're still getting used to the language. So whereabouts in Japan are you from?"
"Odaiba. It's near Tamachi, have you heard of it?" Ty asks.
Matt nodded in surprise, "Yeah, I used to live in Odaiba when I was a kid. Looks like we have something in common already."
Ty smiled, "I suppose so. So where exactly is your... house?"
"My apartment?" Matt corrected, "Oh, it's... I'll get a taxi."
Matt quickly hailed the taxi and opened the back door so Ty could get in first and gave the driver his address.
Next to him Ty smiled and raised an eyebrow curiously.
"What?" Matt asked slightly nervously.
"If you don't mind me asking... Why exactly would a great looking guy like yourself need to hire an escort?"
Matt blushed as he looked at the delicious deity sat next to him, "You mean I could get someone as gorgeous as you just by taking a stroll in the park and asking for your phone number?"
The brunette followed his example lowering his head to hide his own blush, "I... I don't think I've ever taken a stroll in a park before. Not since I was a little kid anyway. Back home."
"Oh," Matt replied, "My band don't want me too, ah, get into a big public relationship. Our base fan-following are female, so it's sort of important that we appear, at least on the surface, single and straight. My guitarist has a fiancée back in Japan, Takido Ayamé, and my keyboardist is, well, I'm pretty sure he's gay. But we keep it a secret, so if any of us want to have any fun or anything, my guitarist instructs us to hire someone.
Akemi is in agreement with him, but he sleeps with the fans anyway, you know, a lot of one-night stands. I'm not really into that kind of thing. I guess I've grown up a lot since I was a teenager, sleeping with everything that moved."
The brunette smiled at him, "That's cool. I suppose I would have been very tame compared to you. I started working for my dad just after I turned 15, so I never really had time for a relationship." The man looked down at his hands and shrugged, "But you know, that's life eh?"
Matt gently put a hand on the mans shoulder, "Are you okay?"
"Fine," The man looked up smiling, "Just getting all wistful over silly things, I'm sorry, you paid my agency for a night of fun and I'm been a terrible date."
Matt shook his head fervently, "No! You're great. I was all worried that the whole time you'd be all over me just because I was giving you money or whatever," the blond looked down slightly flushed, "It's happened before."
Ty paused then lifted the other mans chin so he could meet the brilliant sapphire eyes with his own, "What makes you think they weren't all over you because you're a gorgeous and extremely desirable creature?"
Matt flushed, "I... You don't have to lie to me. I'm not paying you to lie to me."
Ty ran his thumb lightly over the blonds lip, "Who says I'm lying? You're very beautiful Matt. This may sound like a backhanded compliment, but you'd make it a long way in my business, if you ever decided to... you know."
Matt smiled, "Thank you Ty." He stared into the brunettes chocolate brown eyes noting the desire intermingled with slight discomfort and confusion.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?"
Ty laughed, the sound sweet, and rich, "Not at all. I'm not chained to a bed, I haven't been whipped until I pass out, I'm about as far from uncomfortable as I get."
Matt laughed softly in return, the blush refusing to disappear from his cheeks.
~~~
"So this is where my beautiful date hides himself from the rest of the world," Ty said looking around the house. He'd discovered that compliments worked very well with the blond, who tended to turn pink rather then red, and looked absolutely delectable.
"I wouldn't call it hiding Ty," Matt replied, struck by the similarity of the boys name to his best friends, maybe that was why he felt like he'd known the boy for years instead of merely hours.
The shorter man stuck out his tongue childishly, "Well you weren't anywhere where I could find you, therefore you were hiding."
Matt rolled his eyes, since the other man had relaxed in the taxi he'd found himself becoming more and more comfortable. In fact, it felt like he'd been the brunettes lover for years, rather then his date for a single evening.
The boy definitely had the knack of making his dates feel at home.
"Nice room, is it yours?" Ty asked as he peered into one of the bedrooms.
Matt shook his head, "It's my guitarists, we share the apartment."
Ty laughed, "Right, so, yours is that one over there?"
Matt nodded and led the brunette into the room kicking the papers he'd been using to mess around with his new song under the bed, "I know, it's not brilliant..." He admitted wryly.
"No, it's nice. Kinda reminds me of..." Ty trailed off, "Never mind. You like blue?"
Matt flushed slightly, the room was very blue, blue curtains, blue bedspread, blue carpets.
"Apparently it matches my eyes," The blond confessed grudgingly.
Ty giggled, "Oh. I see," he said smiling widely, "Cute."
Matt turned to glare at the man but the brunette had already taken a seat on his bed and was grinning even more broadly, "You've got a waterbed? Cool I love waterbeds! Why didn't you tell me you had a waterbed?"
Matt shrugged, "I didn't know you cared."
Ty rolled his eyes and pulled the blond onto the bed next to him, "Of course I care. I'm extremely fond of waterbeds, and the gorgeous moody blue- eyed blonds who own them."
Matt looked at him from under lowered brows in surprise, "Really? You're not just lying to make me feel better, or to make me want to hire you again or something stupid like that are you?"
Ty stopped moving, his brown eyes narrowing as a hint of shock and anger crept into them, "No, Matt, surprisingly enough I'm not." He told the other boy coldly.
Matt suddenly realised how his words could be taken and buried his flaming face in his hands, "Kami-sama, I'm sorry. I should have thought, I just. If we're going to do this I want you to be honest with me. If I'm going to pay someone to have a good time with you, then I want it to be a good time for both of us. Not some stupid deception on your part."
Ty stared down at his hands then met the blonds eyes, "I'll tell you the truth, I've been doing this for a long time. So long that I can't imagine ever doing anything else. My mother was a prostitute, my father's a pimp, my little sister used to give blowjobs to my fathers perverted customers at 12 years old. I'm a whore, no questions asked, I've slept with a lot of people, but I've never lied to any of them. Not once, and I don't intend to start now. I find you incredibly attractive, more attractive then anyone I've ever slept with before. I've never slept with someone just because I liked them. By the time I started liking people I was already an experienced prostitute, and I never acted on any of my desires. But I like you, and I'm attracted to you, and even if this is cheapened by the fact that I'm your whore, I want to... I want to make love to you."
Matts blue eyes widened in shock, the sincerity in the brunettes voice was almost painful, his words so brutally honest it made Matts breath catch, and then he was kissing Ty and the brunette was kissing back. Their lips met again and again as Ty straddled the blond, pinning him to the bed as his hands explored the taller mans toned chest and his tongue explored every inch of the blonds delectable mouth.
"Ty, Ty, there's something I need to tell you." Matt gasped sitting up to meet the brunettes eyes seriously.
"What?"
"My name... you're Japanese, not American, call me Yamato, please, call me Yama..."
Ty's brown eyes widened with apprehension as the name slipped out of his mouth, a fragile sound made of spun-clouds, "Yama-chan..."
And then they were kissing again, Matt's mouth pressed tight against his, their bodies entwined and coherent thought vanished.
"My Yama-chan."
Authors Notes: Okay, in this Tai's proper last name is Yagami NOT Kamiya. Kamiya is a fake name, which is why Matt stupidly doesn't recognise Taichi, that and the fact that it's been 5 years. Tai has slept with so many people over the years he doesn't even consider he might sleep with a friend, especially not Matt who he hasn't seen for 5 years.
Tai's dad is an asshole/pimp in this. Not that I have anything against Tai's parents -- I just think he's mom's a druggie. It fits.
Anyway, at the risk of sound stupid and overdramatic, please review because my last Digimon fic didn't get any reviews, and my first (and most recent) zoids fic got 6, so if my digimon fanfics aren't liked, then I figure I'll write for people who do like my fanfics and save the rest of you the trouble of wading through crap.
So if you like review. Please. If you want this continued, review, cos otherwise I'm just going to give up on Digimon as a fandom altogether.