This is a sequel to the story A Day In The Life.

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. This applies to all chapters of this story.

Warnings: Boy x boy, strong language, mature subjects. In other words, you clicked this KNOWING it was rated M. Consider that fair warning. This also applies to all chapters of the story, though not all will necessarily need it.

PS. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the final chapter of ADITL!

I tried writing a first chapter for this one, but I liked my second chapter better so I just wrote a really short sort of 'prologue' and then straight into chapter 2. The prologue ends after the three stars (***) and then it's chapter 2. Like a two-for-one deal!

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Ughh… what time is it? Yamato Ishida thought, rolling over to face the clock. Instead of greeting the glowing red numbers of his alarm clock, he was greeted by rolling his face directing into a pile of frizzy brown hair.

"'Chi," he mumbled into the silence, "Wake up, sleepyhead."

The sleeping boy groaned and weakly tried to push Yamato away. Soon, the blonde began remembering the previous night's occurrences.

Taichi twisted around to face Yamato, now smiling. "I had the best dream ever, Yama. But I can't tell you what happened, you'd think I was a pervert."

"That wasn't a dream, 'Chi. It really happened."

"You mean – you – me… we…"

"Yeah. We did. If you want proof, where are your pajamas?"

The brunette lifted up the green sheet and looked down at his naked body. "Oh." He didn't exactly think very clearly upon just being woken up. "So, what time is it?"

"THAT'S your reaction?!" Yamato sounded stressed. Taichi just shrugged. Sighing, the blonde glanced at the clock. "One twenty-seven… Shit! I have band practice at two!" He scurried out of the bed and started to pull clothes on, then paused. "I smell like you."

"Go take a shower, then," Tai offered. "Oh, um, don't forget, the air conditioning was busted in your practice space. So, you're putting on the wrong clothes, anyways. You'll sweat to death."

The blonde grinned. "Sometimes, I think you know me better than I know myself." He grabbed his towel off of a chair and headed for the washroom.

Twenty minutes later, he was dressed, his hair was styled, and he and Taichi headed to the door. They kissed quickly before heading out and leaving in opposite directions.

"Love you." Yamato said quietly as he left. Taichi barely heard him.

"I love you too, Yama."

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It was two-thirty in the afternoon when Yamato heard the practice door open click shut. He stopped playing and turned to see a black-haired youth standing in the doorway.

He wore blood-red skinny jeans, black low-top Converse sneakers, and a tattered black shirt that read "Boys Night Out". A studded cuff hung from his pale, thin left wrist. His hair, Yamato noted, was still a mess.

"Hey Ken, glad you could make it."

The blonde began introducing Ken to his band mates: Takumi, the eccentric eighteen year old drummer, and Akira, the short, stocky bassist.

The air conditioning in their rented practice space had broken down two weeks ago, and it seemed to Ken that the boys had tried to improvise for the heat of the crowded concrete room. Takumi was wearing nothing but a pair of pink terrycloth girl's shorts, a look that was more amusing than anything. His hair was styled into a bright blue fauxhawk. Being the drummer, he was still quite sweaty, but didn't seem to mind.

Akira had his mid-length brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, with a few stray strands still falling in his face. He wore a tee shirt and cargo shorts, which didn't appear to deviate very far from what Ken assumed his everyday apparel would be. Akira was a quiet boy, in strong contrast to Takumi's antics.

Yamato himself was the biggest shock to Ken. He wore a tight, baby-blue undershirt and a pair of very short denim shorts. Had they been a half-inch shorter, the raven-haired boy could have sworn Yamato would be exposed. Wait, Ken thought, I've seen those shorts before. Lots of girls wore the style, but Yamato's pair had bright purple stitching along the sides and on the back pocket. He could remember someone else… but if it were another boy, he would certainly recall it more clearly. Wait, I know!

"Yamato, are those Hikari's shorts?"

The blonde blushed deeply. "She's the only one the same size as me. I don't have any shorts, and I hate sweat, so I got Taichi to get her to lend me some. When the heat gets to you, you'll understand why I need them."

Ken nodded. He could feel the heat already. "You could've told me, though. I would've come half-naked, too," he said, smirking.

"If you want to even the playing field, nobody's stopping you," Takumi pointed out. Ken couldn't tell if his tone was factual or flirtatious. Either way, he couldn't deny that the drummer had a fair point. Reaching for the hem of his shirt, he pulled it over his head in one swift motion before discarding it in some forgotten corner of the room. Takumi let out a wolf-whistle and Yamato laughed.

"'Kumi, you pedo, he's barely even fifteen. Stop ogling him. Sorry, Ken. You ready for practice?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." Truth be told, Ken was still a little bit nervous about trying to scream with a band. What if he sounded stupid? What if he came in at the wrong time, or lost the beat of the song? He was terrified, actually. Still, after choosing a song that all parties knew well enough to play, they began.

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Yamato boldly sang the melodic parts of the song. Ken had a white-knuckle grip on the microphone. He felt stupid. What if the idea he had in his mind of what he sounded like wasn't what he really sounded like? He remembered when he once thought he was intelligent and good at everything just because he was better than everyone else. In reality, he had been infected. He was only being used.

Still, he couldn't help but be reassured by Yamato's smile. Ken guessed that Yamato was really in his element when he sang, because normally the blonde seemed more shy and withdrawn than he was now, laughing with his bandmates and singing his heart out.

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Yamato was thoroughly impressed with Ken's obvious talent, and he made a point to tell him so. The compliment caused a pale blush to spread across the younger boy's face. After practice was through, though, the blonde told the black-haired boy that he needed to have a 'private meeting' with Takumi and Akira. Ken stood outside the room, cursing the day soundproof doors were ever invented.

Are they mocking me? Yama was probably just being nice. They're probably making fun of me, and were too cowardly to do it to my face. He felt himself getting angry. Why couldn't Yamato say whatever it was that he was telling Takumi and Akira to Ken's face? He would have left then and there, but he had left his shirt in the practice room. The door was locked.

Finally, after about six or seven minutes, the door reopened. Yamato smiled at Ken.

"Sorry for making you wait, Ken," Yamato started, "but I had to run an idea past the guys first. They seem to like it." Here, Takumi nodded excitedly at Ken while Akira gave the younger boy a small smile.

"We really liked practicing with you today, Ken. And we'd like to practice with you again," Akira stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"And, we want you to record with us on our next album. We want you to go on tour with us. Basically, what I'm saying is, we want you in our band, Ken." Yamato continued.

"Do you have what it takes to be a Teenage Wolf?" Takumi asked in his best game-show host impression. The boys laughed.

Ken's jaw dropped. Here he had been thinking he had been sent out of the room so that they could mock him, or figure out a way to break it to him that he sucked. Instead, they were asking him to join their band. He couldn't be happier. Swallowing the disbelieving lump in his throat, he nodded.

"I don't know if I have what it takes, but I'd love to find out."

Takumi threw his arms around Ken in a bear hug, lifting him off the ground. Akira grinned and Yamato beamed in pride and happiness for his friend.

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Soon, each of the boys had to leave. The raven-haired youth didn't have anything else to do, really. He decided he would just walk home, even though it was pretty far away. Leaving the practice space, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, his violet eyes met friendly blue ones.

"Hey, Ken. Wanna come to my apartment and grab a bite and have something to drink? You shouldn't walk home on an empty stomach, and your throat could probably use a cup of tea right about now," Yamato offered with a smile. Why is he being so nice? No one was ever this nice to Ken, not since he had ceased being 'Ken Ichijouji: boy genius' and become an average teenage boy.

"Sure," he replied finally, growing increasingly more shy around his new bandmate. They walked in near silence, except for the blonde's occasional complaints about the cold air nipping at his bare legs. While Ken had pulled his shirt back on, Yamato hadn't thought to bring an alternative pair of pants. Ken just laughed, but felt sorry for his friend. The raven-haired boy could see the goose bumps on Yamato's thin, pale thighs.

When they reached Yamato's apartment, the blonde hurried to the kitchen to make tea for Ken and himself, telling the younger boy to 'make himself at home' in the living room.

When he returned with two steaming cups of tea, Ken was on the couch, crying.

Yamato rushed to comfort the boy, placing the cups on the side table and sitting down next to Ken, throwing his own arms around the younger boy's shoulders.

"What's wrong?"

At this, Ken looked up at Yamato and a smile graced his lips. It seemed that these were not tears of sadness, but of joy falling from his brilliant violet eyes.

"Nothing is wrong, Yama. Nothing could be wrong. For the first time ever, everything is going right for me." He kept eye contact with the blonde boy. "My parents only ever cared about me because Osamu was gone. The Digidestined only see me as a charity case. We have nothing in common anymore, and they only talk to me because they feel obliged. Finally, it seems like I've met someone who likes me for being me, and that's you, Yamato. I couldn't be happier. Thank you."

The older boy couldn't decide whether to be flattered or saddened at this. He tightened his arms around the black-haired boy, hugging him tightly and deciding to comfort him.

"Of course I like you. You've never given yourself enough credit, Ken. Your parents were confused after losing their brother, but they're your parents. They're there to love you no matter what. And it's been what, four years since you kids defeated Malomyotismon? They wouldn't stay that long if they didn't genuinely like you, Ken. You've got friends, you just can't see it."

"Real friends would let me see it. Real friends wouldn't call me a faggot behind my back, like Daisuke did last week. They'd call me to hang out instead of telling me how great of a weekend I missed out on. But they never do. They forget about me. I had to switch to their school, because I thought they'd forgotten about me. But they still ignored me, Yama. Hikari's the only one who even tries anymore."

Silence filled the air. In all honesty, Yamato couldn't think of a response to what Ken had shared with him. And he got a really, really strong urge to punch Daisuke hard in the jaw. Actually, scratch that. Yamato threw weak punches. He'd get Taichi to do it.

Ken focused on Yamato's arms, still wrapped tightly around his shoulders. He felt the blonde's bare leg brushing against his own clothed one. He saw the sympathetic look in Yamato's eyes. He saw his friend's lips, pink and chapped from singing.

He wanted to taste them.

He did.

In one motion, he swung his body so that he was straddling Yamato, and began to fiercely kiss the blonde without warning. Shocked, the blonde quickly decided to kiss back. After all, hadn't he just witnessed how fragile Ken could be? He didn't want to hurt the younger boy.

However, Yamato's mind went into panic mode when Ken's lips travelled away from his own, down his jaw, down his neck, as the younger boy's mouth latched to the blonde's collarbone; when he kissed it, Yamato shuddered, throwing his head the other way to expose more of his neck and shoulder to the black-haired boy. It felt too good. He felt Ken smile against his skin at this. He felt fingers play with the hem of his tank top, and he let Ken pull it off over his head, scowling at the momentary break from affection.

Slipping his hands under the younger boy's shirt, Yamato let his own hands sit on Ken's waist. He tried hard to convince himself that he didn't want this. After all, he had finally made progress with Taichi. But Taichi refuses to date me. He just wants a steady fuck. And Ken was Takeru's friend, and worse, he was Takeru's age. He's so much more mature than the rest of them, though. He looks older than them, and he's less… innocent, that was the word. Still, Ken was barely fifteen, while Yamato would be eighteen in a few short months. If this turned into a relationship and lasted until Yamato turned eighteen, the blonde could get into a lot of trouble with the law.

Yet all of his concerns vanished as he felt Ken's cool lips press against his lower stomach. The younger boy had slid off of his lap and was kneeling on the floor before Yamato, hands fumbling with the button on the blonde's shorts. Ken wanted him. He didn't just want a lay, like Taichi, or someone with a famous name, the way that the fangirls did.

No, Ken wanted Yamato because he liked him. Yamato moved his hands to the couch, pushing his hips upward so that Ken could slide the shorts off of his hips. They fell to his ankles, and in another quick tug, his underwear joined them.

Letting himself fall back down onto the couch with a soft plop, he weaved his fingers into Ken's hair. It was softer than he expected. As the boy tried to continue his kissing on the insides of Yamato's thighs, the blonde groaned in frustration, too consumed for coherent speaking. He pulled the younger boy's head in the direction of the main event.

Yamato felt Ken grin against him once more before swallowing him whole.

Yamato moaned. Whore, he thought, mentally scolding himself. What was he thinking? What would Taichi think of him now?

Suddenly, the loud ringing of his phone cut through the moment. Thinking it might be his dad saying he was on his way home, Yamato reluctantly tugged Ken away from himself. He picked up the cordless phone on the end table and pressed 'talk'.

"Hello. Ishida residence, Yamato speaking."

"Hey Yama," a friendly and familiar voice replied. "Guess where I am?"

Speak of the devil.

Yamato sighed. He didn't have time for guessing games; he just wanted to return to Ken. "Where are you, Taichi?"

"I'm outside your apartment. I thought we could hang out."

Yamato glanced back at the boy sitting on his living room floor, lips swollen and eyes hungry for Yamato.

"Now's not a good time, Taichi. I'm really busy; I'm… doing my Biology homework."

"I could come in and help you learn a little 'biology'..." Tai offered suggestively, obviously thinking he was being clever.

"No, Taichi. Now I've got to go." He hung up the phone before the brunette could respond and pulled Ken back towards him.

"Now, where were we?"

A short while later and Yamato was on the edge of ecstasy. He was thrusting hard into Ken's mouth, the younger boy more than happy to oblige. A knocking at the door interrupted them for the second time.

"Oh, what the fuck is it this time?"

Yamato quickly pulled his clothes back on and told Ken to hide in his bedroom. He ran towards the door, pulling it open.

God dammit. It was Taichi again.

"You've got all weekend to do your homework, Yamato, but I'm going to be busy all day tomorrow. And I want you, badly. Please, just let me in?"

Yamato sighed. "I'm really busy, Taichi."

"It can wait." Tai said softly, and kissed the blonde before he could respond, closing the door behind him while still keeping his lips glued to Yamato's. He pushed the shorter boy gently against the entranceway wall, and kissed his neck. Yamato stayed silent. He felt too guilty.

A door creaked open. "Are they gone, Yama? I heard the door close."

"Yamato?" Ken called out again, not finding the boy in the living room. He searched the small apartment quickly to see – oh god.

His legs collapsed under him as he fell to the ground, sobbing.

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