A Cocktail of False Endearments

Summary: When love is pure, you beg for more. When love is fake, it's easy to break. When love can be lust, who can you trust? Lessons are learnt- Love isn't always torture. Sometimes it can be a lot worse.

D-Angel: Hey, it's me, here with another story. It's not really new; I started on it in 2006/7, writing little bits here and there over the years, until I decided to finish the first chapter completely. Something to do between my last load of Uni coursework, hehe.

This story was influenced by the very first Digimon saga which I started writing when I was 12 or 13, and never finished, based on the lives of the Digi Destined after Season 2, but before all the 25 years later crap, (I wrote about 6 stories, lol, they were awful, but fun to read back on).

This story should have more focus then they did, and it's injected with a lot of mature humour, hoorah! Should contain hardly any angst too, shockingly! Also filled with a cocktail of different pairings, hehe.

This chapter name was something my friend put up as his msn status two years ago now. Had something to do with cranberries and the large amount of sugar they contain, and how he felt like he was half-way from becoming a sugar cube because he'd eaten too many of them. Yeah, my friends are strange :)

Anyways, this is sort of a test chapter, to see if I should continue, so let me know what you think. Thankies!

Chapter 1- Half a Sugar Cube Away from Becoming a Cranberry

He had always been pleased to see her smile excitedly whenever they had met up. Her unique lavender tinted hair was usually scraped back into a ponytail, and her beautiful, sassy light brown eyes were framed with a stylish pair of glasses. These features were what had attracted him to Yolei in the first place. She was very different from the other girls he knew or had dated. She was strong-willed, confident, and sometimes a little too lippy, but Ken loved her for it.

Now curled up besides her on his bed, her fully clothed body pressed against his as she held onto him tightly, he could not deny that he had the urge to do more than hug and kiss her. They'd been together for just over two years, and had been through a lot together; emotionally and physically, not to mention sexually.

"I love you so much," He said under his breath as he ran his fingers through her hair. Yolei smiled lazily then softly rubbed their noses together in the form of an Eskimo kiss.

"Love you too."

Ken sighed in contentment as their lips were pulled together, like conjoining pools of affection. His hand delicately running down the back of her slender neck, as hers confidently rested on his backside above the material of his jeans.

"Too much clothing," Ken cheekily mentioned as his other hand glided underneath Yolei's t-shirt, brushing gently across her soft stomach. Yolei laughed and stretched her arms up as he pulled her t-shirt off. There was never any harm in shredding a bit of clothing every once in a while. Skin on skin contact did feel good.

Yolei looked at Ken and smiled. He was handsome, not in a drop dead gorgeous way, but more of a pretty boy. His eye-catching violet hair, which was close to reaching his shoulders, matched his narrow indigo orbs beyond the expression of 'all too well'. Of course, he was intelligent too, and she loved having heated debates with him just as much as she loved strolling down the street holding his hand, or hugging and kissing him in bed.

Yolei was more than content with their laid-back relationship, only now he had tugged off his own t-shirt and was on top of her, his hips grinding against hers mimicking procreation. It felt good, more than good, but she knew one thing could easily lead to another if he continued doing what he was.

"Ken," Yolei warned gently, closing her eyes as he brushed his lips against the nape of her neck, while his fingers strayed south. Her eyes snapped open abruptly when she felt him tugging at the zip of her jeans.

"Ken!" She said, sterner this time.

Almost instantly Ken's arms floated back to his sides and he gazed into her burning eyes, her flushed cheeks...

"I'm sorry, I... I just get so… excited when we're together like this," Ken breathed as he stopped straddling her and spooned her from behind. After a few moments Yolei rolled over to face him, resting her head comfortably between his neck and shoulder.

"I understand, but let's not ruin things by rushing," Yolei whispered in a warm tone, her hands gliding across the warmth of his back, "I want things to be perfect."

Ken smiled, but he still did not believe that wanting sex two years into a relationship was rushing. However he respected Yolei's wishes so he was happy with the snuggling and the occasional groping sessions.

With Yolei by his side, he had no problem with being a seventeen year old virgin at the end of the day.

Why now?

He thought he had all he wanted; his own band, a great best friend, and a loving girlfriend. Naturally, he had just been an idiot. Nothing was ever perfect, and a night involving a hell of a lot of alcohol and Taichi, had confirmed this. Now Yamato was living a lie.

"Not my fault you want my ass so much" Taichi purred as Yamato's mouth nuzzled briefly against the hot flesh of his neck. Cheating on his girlfriend with his best friend, Yamato knew it crossed the lines of being unfaithful. But Yamato just could not help it. Taichi had some sort of gay demonic charm that always made Yamato want to fuck him. The sex was good though, really good, and Yamato was addicted.

With Sora it was all the same; including the sex. Missionary style with him on top, Yamato was convinced that married couples in their late sixties were far more adventurous and daring in bed than that. They'd started dating when they were both sixteen, and now that he'd been with her for just over two years he was very aware that she wouldn't have him swinging from the chandelier anytime soon. Sora's lack of interest in bed was in fact entirely why Yamato was so hooked on having sex with his best friend.

Taichi was like a wild animal between the sheets, but not only between the sheets. Yamato quite enjoyed bending the brunette over the dining room table, or taking him in the shower, or even up against a wall. Hearing his best friend cry out his name was like music to his ears. Of course, Taichi fought for dominance every once in a while, usually teasing Yamato until he pleaded for release.

The only thing that stopped the situation from being perfect was the guilt Yamato felt. Sora was a kind and loving young lady, not to mention beautiful with a toned athletic body which without a doubt turned him on; but unfortunately, not as much as Taichi did.

"Shut up and bend over," Yamato growled as he pushed Taichi away from the wall and into the dining room table. Taichi was gorgeous. He was toned, tanned and had the nicest ass Yamato had ever laid eyes on. Smooth and taunt.

Yamato had raised the question several times in his head: Am I gay? The fact that he was screwing Taichi swayed him more towards thinking yes.

Soon, Taichi was panting, his hands tightly gripping the table as a few droplets of sweat trickled down his back, while Yamato drove him towards the point of no return. He was incredible, the best Taichi had ever had. No wonder why he kept coming back for more.

"Yamaaato?" Sora's voice called from the hallway as Yamato was on the edge of climaxing. His heart started to pound a lot faster against his ribcage, although not from his approaching orgasm. In a blind panic Yamato and Taichi pushed away from each other, before they looked at each other with wide eyes. They should have paid some attention to the time. Sora had been in town since 11am, and it was now approaching four.

"Shit," Yamato cursed under his breath. Taichi quickly yanked up his shorts, which were still around his ankles, then scouted around the dining room for his t-shirt, while Yamato rushed into the kitchen in search of his own shorts. He found them by the fridge. He ran out into the hallway to look for his t-shirt, only to almost knock Sora straight over as well as the bags of shopping she was struggling to hold.

"Oh, hey, Tai," Sora said in a surprised tone as Taichi stumbled out awkwardly into the hallway seconds after Yamato, his hands smoothing down the front of his t-shirt.

"Tai and I were about to grab some beers from the kitchen to cool down," Yamato covered, while Sora's eyes darted back and forth the two teenagers.

"Yeah, today is definitely hotter than yesterday," Taichi added. Yamato fanned himself with his hand, while Taichi tugged on the collar of his t-shirt and sighed exasperatedly.

"It's sweltering, can you help me unpack?"

The boys followed into the kitchen with the food bags while staring at each other awkwardly. They remained quiet as Sora moaned about her day in town, how the queue for the bank was ridiculously long, and how she came close to deliberately running over an annoying bratty child with her shopping trolley.

"Eugh, I hate food shopping," Sora groaned as she grabbed a cold glass of water from the sink then slumped against the kitchen counter next to the fridge. "What have you boys been up to?"

"Oh we were just having sex, as usual," Taichi explained casually as he leant into the fridge, in search of the beer he and Yamato were supposedly meant to be drinking. Yamato flinched, in preparation for a saucepan or a frying pan to come flying his way, but Sora just laughed and punched Taichi lightly on his shoulder as he stood up, clutching two cold cans of beer. The brunette chuckled softly before he handed Yamato his beer.

"Just relaxing in the garden," Yamato lied without batting an eyelid. He knew Sora would believe him, especially knowing that the sun beds were out on the lawn, and both boys were flushed enough to convince her it was true. He knew his lie had worked when Sora smiled then leant forwards to kiss him, a small tender peck on his cheating lips.

"I'll join you two in the garden in a bit," Sora said while she headed towards the doorway. Taichi and Yamato remained quiet, sipping on their beers until Sora was safely out the room.

"That was close," Yamato sighed quietly while Taichi approached him.

"It all adds to the thrill," Taichi purred, brushing a hand across Yamato's blushing cheeks. "Don't fret; we'll finish things off tomorrow while she's at work."

Yamato forced a smirk. The pleasure he got from being with Taichi was somewhat worthwhile lying to Sora for. He allowed Taichi to grope him, mutually agreeing that there was nothing better to do while Sora was a safe distance away.

"Err, Matt?" Sora called from what Yamato could gather was the hallway.

"Uh, everything ok?" Yamato asked while Taichi nibbled on his earlobe, fearless as always.

There was a small pause before Sora replied.

"Why is your t-shirt hanging from the ceiling light?"

Sliding her floral skirt up over her thin legs, Hikari beamed as she gazed at her reflection in the full length mirror on her bedroom door. Her outfit matched perfectly and for once her make-up looked semi-professional, she was convinced she looked older than fourteen.

Hikari had always been labelled as a sensible, smart girl. That was before she became interested in boys. She just turned ten when she realised that some smelt nicer than others, and just four years later she became aware of other things (such as how most of them were suddenly taller than her).

Boys did stare at her a lot; some had even kissed her, though sometimes she found it hard to understand why. It wasn't as if she was a supermodel. She wished she had bigger breasts and a flatter stomach, but she knew there was no such thing as perfection. Having cosmetic surgery or starving herself wasn't really high up on her priority list either.

After switching off her music, Hikari grabbed her handbag from her bed and skipped out the room, humming the lyrics to the song which had just been playing. She continued towards the front door as quickly as she could, but did not quite make it in time.

"Where are you off to?"

Taichi was standing by the kitchen doorway with his arms folded against his bare chest. Vain as ever, he loved to parade about in little clothing as often, proud of his athletic build. It annoyed Hikari greatly.

"A party," Hikari replied curtly.

"Whose?" He stepped out in front of her.

"Mika's," she sighed as she tried to edge around Taichi. Although he was possessive, her openly gay brother did often give her the best advice about boys.

"Kari, boys will say anything to get into your knickers, just be careful."

Obviously he was just referring to straight boys.

"I know ni-san! Don't worry, I'm not planning on drinking tonight," Hikari vowed as she smoothed down her short skirt. The frown-lines on Taichi's forehead started to deplete, slowly.

"Good."

Taichi stood aside. Hikari grinned as she went to walk past him.

"Hang on. Sit down for a minute, Mika can wait," Taichi instructed as he gestured towards the sofa. Hikari groaned under her breath but slowly spun around and slinked over to the sofa and sat down. This was their usual routine every time she was about to go out, unless their parents were home. They were a lot worse.

"Right, so no drinking, no inappropriate touching or body contact, even when dancing," Taichi listed, tapping his right index finger against each digit of his left hand, "no flirting or kissing."

Hikari pretended to nod like a faithful disciple.

"And watch out for Takeru," Taichi added as he slapped his hand against his toned abs. "Yamato told me he's at that age."

Hikari rolled her eyes, she was certain Takeru was still a virgin but he had not been short of female admires.

"Yeah I know. I think he wants to fuck me," Hikari casually teased while she checked the time on the clock resting on the wall behind her brother.

"Ok, those are the sort of things I don't want to hear you say," Taichi said, turning his back towards Hikari. "To me you're still my innocent little sister."

"That's the image I hope to maintain; until I'm ready to…"

Taichi spun back round.

"My innocent little sister. Forever."

"You were fifteen when you lost yours," Hikari reminded as she sat up from the sofa. Taichi smirked and brushed his fingers through his messy brown hair.

"It's different for a guy," Taichi continued to lecture, "just try and behave, Hika-Pika."

Hikari frowned.

"Don't call me that."

Taichi laughed

"Else what?"

Hikari placed her index finger on her lip pretending to think for a few moments before she strolled towards the door and slipped into her high-heel shoes.

"I guess I'll just start sleeping around, like you." She smiled his way, and before Taichi could even respond, she was already out the apartment.

Yamato had just finished band rehearsal when he received the phone call. Sora had decided to go on a girly night out, and since Yamato had figured he was already in too deep with the whole cheating thing, it was an open invitation for him to pay Taichi a visit.

He rapped his knuckles against the paint-flaking door, and adjusted the strap to his guitar case as he waited for an answer. The door opened a few seconds later.

"Hey gorgeous," Taichi purred, watching with a grin as Yamato hey'd him back and edged past him and entered the apartment to take off his trainers. The brunette sat on the arm on the sofa as Yamato placed his guitar case down by the coat stand. He watched Yamato's fascinating blue eyes scan around the quiet room before they locked onto him.

"Empty house?" Yamato asked in a soft tone.

"Yep," Taichi replied in smugness, "I was planning to call you in fact."

Taichi's dad was away on business, again, and his mum gone up to Kyoto for the week to visit her sister. All in all, he often had the house to himself a majority of the time, which was perfect and convenient when he felt the need to ravish Yamato.

"Where's Kari?"

"Kari's always out and about these days; I think it was a party tonight," Taichi shrugged, unable to hold back his smile as Yamato started to stroll over to where he was sat. That smile soon disappeared when he saw the pained expression starting to appear on Yamato's flawless face.

"You ok?" Taichi pressed.

Yamato groaned and broke eye contact with the brunette.

"I feel like I'm half a sugar cube away from becoming a cranberry!" Yamato complained. Taichi arched an eyebrow and looked at Yamato as if he was a slab of a meat amongst a pack of ravenous dogs.

"What on earth are you talking about?"

Yamato slowly shook his head, his eyes automatically fixing on the door to Taichi's bedroom.

"I really don't know. Well, I did eat a lot of cranberries earlier..."

"And clearly they've driven you to insanity," Taichi interrupted.

"Why the fuck did I move in with her, Tai? We can barely afford the rent!" Yamato sighed; his eyes clouded with stress as he placed a hand against his forehead. Taichi sauntered past Yamato and trailed a finger down his silky smooth arm.

"Move back in with your dad," Taichi suggested as he walked towards his bedroom with Yamato closely following. He sighed under his breath; his Father was one of the reasons why he had decided to live with Sora.

"If only it was that simple."

There was not much more Taichi could say to that. He understood. Yamato was now stood beside him at the doorway with his arms hanging limply down his side, still looking hopelessly lost. Fortunately, Taichi knew how to get things moving again.

"I'm surprised that a girl like her is bad at sex," Taichi said, although there was not a trace of shock in his voice, he sounded more amused than anything. Yamato walked away from him, stopping when he reached the middle of the room.

"It's not that," Yamato explained gently after Taichi had shut the bedroom door, trying hard not to frown. "She wants me to be soft and sensual and all that, but she doesn't seem to realise that I'm a guy who likes it fast and furious."

"With me," Taichi added in a low seductive voice, as if to say end of discussion. He slinked towards Yamato and slipped a hand under his t-shirt. "Now, strip off and get your pretty ass into bed."

Yamato obeyed. It was a lot better than feeling stressed and confused.

D-Angel: Long chapter I know, but I just couldn't help myself. Writing something like this, a little different for me since I haven't written a story focusing on more than one or two characters in a long while. I hope you like it... I may just continue. Ideas and suggestions are very welcome!

Hopefully, maybe see you next chapter?

P.S. 'Hika-Pika' was borrowed from Tisbee (Author who lingers around these parts). Hope you don't mind :o

D-Angel
11/05/09