Breaking the Boundaries

Summary: There is usually a boundary in relation to how friends can interact with one another. When Yamato decides to spontaneously break the boundary, Taichi is unable to grasp the newly added rules, nor his friend's true motive.

D-Angel: Hey, hey, hope everyone's ok! I managed to write this bad boy in less than a week (after almost five months of not touching this story at all). Not really much else for me to say right now, so just read on and enjoy!

Rating: M

Warnings: Sexual language/activities

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Chapter 3

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I was rubbish at ignoring people. Just four days later I found myself bored and dragging my feet back towards Yamato's door. A glutton for punishment, but he was my best friend and so didn't mind me hanging about and stealing his food. I squinted as the sunlight burnt into my retinas, feeling glad when I darted out of the sun's reach as I made my way up the steep apartment block steps. However much the sun irritated me, it was a perfect summer's day.

"Bastard! I never want to see you again!" A harmonious voice yelled. I knew before I even reached the top of the staircase that it had come from Yamato's flat. Still, I ran the rest of the way, just in time to catch the best part of the drama. Mayumi, dressed in a black and white striped summer dress, was at the doorway desperately trying to do up her shoes. Yamato was stood over her with his arms folded across his bare chest.

"Your loss, sweetheart," Yamato said in a smoky voice.

"Jerk!" Mayumi spat. She turned away from Yamato and pushed past me before she ran off awkwardly in her four inch stilettos. Yamato chuckled under his breath and ran his fingers through his tousled post-sex hair. I frowned and stepped past him and tugged off my shoes as Yamato shut the door.

We wandered into the kitchen where Yamato opened a can of beer - which was on the counter- and took a generous gulp before wiping the beer bubbles away from his upper lip with the back of his wrist.

"Another broken heart? Casanova would be jealous," I smirked as I watched him bend over to grab another can of beer from the fridge.

"I need variety, Chi," Yamato explained as stood up and cracked open the second can of beer, which he handed to me. If variety meant shagging the entirety of hot girls in Odaiba between fifteen and twenty years old, he was well on track.

"Mayumi was great in bed, but then she said the 'l' word."

"Err, love? What's wrong with that?"

Yamato raised an eyebrow.

"Haven't I taught you anything about girls?"

"Very little."

He punched me on the shoulder and we both shared a small laugh.

I followed Yamato into the living room, where I crashed down on the sofa gripping onto my beer tightly, knowing I would be clumsy enough to spill it everywhere. Yamato elegantly flopped down by my side and guzzled down several more mouthfuls of beer. I tried to keep up with him, but I shortly gave up.

"I warn most girls not to fall for me," Yamato rested a hand against his forehead after he finished his can of beer; "I never thought Mayumi would though."

"Well, if the sex was that incredible I'm not really surprised," I teased, expecting him to laugh alongside me. However, Yamato was gazing at me, his pupils dilated while his lips were slightly parted. I recognised that look. Lust. I could feel his breath against my cheek. It was moistly warm. I shut my eyes and gnawed on my bottom lip as his fingertips brushed against my arm. I felt somewhat intoxicated despite I had only taken a few sips from my drink. The heavy weight of anxiety lifted from my chest as Yamato abruptly jumped to his feet and took a deep breath in. He had awful self-control.

"Fancy going out somewhere tonight?"

My eyes were still shut but I sensed he wasn't looking at me, so it didn't matter. I knew he hoped for both of us to get drunk enough as an excuse to get me to pleasure him, or vice versa. However, I didn't want to be a puppet to his strange games anymore.

"Nah, I can't afford it." I opened my eyes; Yamato was still not looking at me, more so at his own reflection in the mirror by the lobby. There was a small pause of silence, long enough for me to hear two small drips fall from the tap in the kitchen.

"Suit yourself," Yamato half-huffed before he disappeared into his bedroom, with the landline phone grasped in one of his hands. I frowned. I'd expected Yamato to put up some sort of persuasive fight, or call me a 'buzz kill' like the first time I refused to smoke a cigarette. It proved how much of a dick he had morphed into after discovering sex and booze. Our relationship had been pretty simple back then; playing football at the park during the day, slumping in front of the television playing computer games in the evenings.

Yamato emerged from his bedroom several minutes later, a huge grin on his face which could only suggest he had found people to replace me for one night.

"I'm tagging along with Samu tonight; he's hitting the town for pure and utter drunken carnage! We're gonna get proper mashed!" Yamato smirked as he trotted back over to the sofa, where I was no longer sitting.

"Have fun with that."

I was out the door before he could say anything else.

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It was several minutes past midnight and I was perfectly wrapped up in bed, content that I had managed to get an early night for once, when my Dad burst into my room. He flicked my light on, making me groan and retreat under my covers. I didn't care if there had been fire, or even a nuclear explosion, I just wanted to go back to sleep.

"Taichi, Yamato's been hurt!"

The urgency in my Dad's voice instantly woke me up. My heart hammered against my chest when I absorbed what he had just said. Leaping out from the warmth of my bed, I grabbed and pulled on the t-shirt hung over the chair to my desk, then hurried out the room, almost at the speed of light.

I expected blood, lost limbs, I wasn't sure why. However, Yamato was sat on one of dining room table's chairs; his right eye was partly shut because of the freshly colourful bruise circled underneath it. My Mum was dabbing antiseptic cream onto the cuts on his face and neck while he squeezed his hands into tight fists, as he tried to prevent his blue eyes from watering. Although I felt sorry for him, I couldn't help but think that this was karmas way of telling him to clean up his act, or at least try.

"What happened?" I asked as I perched myself on the table. My Mum shot me a disapproving look, but I knew she wouldn't tell me off for sitting on the table at a time like this.

"I got jumped by some thugs on my way home," Yamato explained in an unusually quiet voice, the one he used when he was feeling hurt or vulnerable.

"They stole his phone, his wallet, everything he had, poor lamb," my Mum sighed as she continued to clean his injuries. Yamato thanked her when she was done then slowly stood up, wobbling evidently. Of course he'd been out drinking; I didn't want to think about how drunk he actually was. If anything, however, the attack had probably sobered him up enough to control his balance and speech to a certain extent.

I still had to support Yamato as we walked to my bedroom. Since Yamato had lost his keys and his dad was on a night-shoot for some amateur Z-grade horror film, Yamato had to stay over at mine. My Mum insisted I shared my bed with him, and there was no point arguing with her expressing my worry that my best friend was going to inappropriately grope me.

Feeling slightly nauseous I crawled into my bed and Yamato crashed down beside me. A restless silence wrapped around us like a bubble. I didn't know what to say, I never was the sympathetic type, yet I felt protective over Yamato and furious he'd been hurt by someone who wasn't me. I just wanted to hold him tightly, not caring how 'gay' it would have made me.

"This wouldn't have happened if you'd come out with me," Yamato sulked as he rolled over to face me. I sneered in the darkness and turned away from him, only to start panicking as his arms embraced me from behind. To my relief and confusion, his hands didn't slide down south; he kept them pressed against my stomach until I was convinced he had fallen asleep. After that I wiggled out from his arms and placed a pillow between us as a rather pathetic barrier, but I thought it would do the trick for the time being.

I fell asleep eventually, but woke up when I felt warm hands sliding underneath my baggy t-shirt. Instinctively I tried to squirm away to the opposite end of the bed, but one of Yamato's hands clamped over my mouth while the other stayed wrapped around my body, pinning my arms back as he caressed my stomach.

"Stop it!" I attempted to muffle through his hand, knowing all too well he could understand me and realised I didn't want him touching me in such a way. By itself, my attempt to break free was enough evidence that I felt uncomfortable. Somehow he took this as me being excited and suddenly yanked down my underwear. I could feel my arousal before he did.

"You say stop, but your cock says otherwise," Yamato purred into my ear as my body continued to convulse in anger and humiliation. Unbelievable, he was injured and I had allowed him to share my bed yet still he couldn't keep his hands to himself. He was still pretty drunk, his head probably still felt hazy from the beating he received. What made things worse was that my body was betraying me.

Yamato removed his hand from my mouth and started to toy with my nipples. Almost as if he had predicted it, a small gasp fell from my lips.

"See, you want this."

"Screw you; I refuse to be anything like those slutty girls you use!" I growled silently, concerned I'd wake up my parents or Hikari. My body was trembling dramatically, I couldn't hold back for much longer.

"Don't worry, Chi," Yamato breathed heavily as he increased the pace, "You're worth ten times more than them."

Two seconds later, I came over his hand.

"I wish you'd let me see that face again," I shivered as he continued to rub my shaft.

"Go to sleep," I almost pleaded.

"Oh, I'm not done," Yamato smiled before he spun me onto my front and climbed on top of me, straddling me with his legs. Despite being tall and skinny, Yamato was pretty heavy. I assumed his increase in muscle bulk was from working out at the gym with me over the past few months.

"What the hell are you..."

My question was answered as he slid a finger into my tight lower entrance. Instinctively my upper body arched up and my hands tried to push me up, in an attempt to overpower Yamato.

"Get the fuck off!" I hissed. Yamato placed his other hand on my upper back and effortlessly pushed me back down. I winced as he tried to slide another finger into my ass. I bucked wildly, using every ounce of leg strength I had to kick him off me. It worked. Yamato fell from the bed, taking the covers with him. He grunted in shock. I peered over the bed and was able to make out his angered features in the dark.

"Nice," Yamato said before he unsteadily stood to his feet, holding the covers in his arms. He threw them onto my half-naked body. I wiggled back into my underwear then wrapped the covers around me.

"I'm gonna go sleep on the sofa," he announced as he gazed down at me.

"Spare blanket's in the airing closet."

"Thanks," he retorted in a dry tone. He never quite made it, but was lucky when he did fall forwards and pass out, it was on my bed.

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It was the evening, and I was hanging about on the concrete common at the base of Heighten View Terrance. Just me and my football. I was happy.

"Hey, Chi."

Even though he was standing a few feet away from me, I chose to ignore him by kicking my ball up against the wall, again and again.

"I'm sorry," Yamato spoke with some sorrow, but mostly reluctance, "I was drunk."

"Yeah, I know," I said sharply as I kicked my football up against the wall again. I gazed down and watched it roll back to my feet before I nudged it with my toes and kicked it up into my hands. I turned to Yamato. The swelling around his eye had decreased since the last time I had seen him, it no longer looked like he was squinting, or winking. All that was left was a light purple bruise and barely visible cuts across his face.

"You look better," I complimented. Yamato muttered thanks then continued to awkwardly gaze at me. I ran my fingers against my muddy football realising that it was in dire need of cleaning. I arched an eyebrow knowing all too well that nothing else would be said unless I either, a, read his mind, or b, asked him.

"What's on your mind?" I sighed.

Yamato didn't reply straight away, and I wasn't sure if he wanted me to start guessing. Despite knowing each since we were kids, we had not formed that telepathic bond like most long-term friends, or twins, do, so I hoped Yamato realised that the ball was resting in his court.

A light breeze rolled by while I waited for a response, wondering if he was even switched on anymore. I was about to walk away, until he cleared his throat and made his announcement.

"Just wondering, can we still do things?"

I knew what he meant by things.

"No."

Yamato pouted, his bottom lip jutting out while he widened his eyes. He often gave me that look when he wanted to steal my last piece of chocolate.

"Not sex, just sexual things."

"Yamato..."

"I won't be as rough, or forceful. I just liked how things were with us."

I disliked his one track mind more than anything. It was all about feeling good and being on a high with him. He often got bored with things, like smoking, and, dare I say, soft drugs, so he'd ditched them the moment he found something better or more interesting. Thankfully he wasn't into hard drugs. I guessed I could let him have his way, as always.

"Fine," I huffed, hugging my football close to my chest.

"Promise?"

"Err, sure."

"Great, thanks, Chi."

I smiled uneasily as he squeezed my shoulder. That was definitely one of the strangest promises I had ever made. I had effectively given him permission to abuse my body whenever he felt the need. Still, one question lingered in my array of confused thoughts; he could get any girl he wanted, so why did he want to fool about with me? It was one giant mind fuck, and I knew he wasn't going to explain the reason anytime soon.

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D-Angel: This was my attempt of writing a yaoi-free chapter, and look what happened! I hopes people didn't mind. Err, so yeah, I realise the updates for my other stories have been worse than usual, and this is because since my laptop died I've had to start re-writing a load of stuff I lost! I should be updating Cup of Lust next, purely because it's been too long since the last instalment.
I've finished Uni now, so I have nothing better to do than ride my bike and write while I await my results, lol. Healthy combo.

As for this story, next update won't be too long I hope!

Thanks for reading anyways, see ya next chapter!

D-Angel

29/05/09 (2 months until my 21st Birthday!)