Kaitoumiko: Yay 45 reviews and two 'you better get your ass in gear' ones! I'm so Happy! (capitalization is necessary) -sigh- And to think that this story was originally intended as a ten chapter story.
Miyako: It metastasized and veered out of control didn't it? –pleased with herself-
Yamato: No thanks to you.
Miyako: Are you still sour Yama? I think you deserve it after the outfits you gave Sora and I.
Taichi: She still doesn't own Digimon or Alice in Wonderland. This will contain Taito and only Taito! And it will be R! Finally! R at the brink of NC-17 and you better not pull a fast one either.
Kaitoumiko: I won't. –content- I'm happy to know that I am among my people. –tears of joy-
Yamato: Your 'people'?
Kaitoumiko: –sparkle- Lemon loving yaoi fanatics.
Miyako: So once again be warned….lemonish tawdriness up ahead…
Yamato in Wonderland
Of romance revived, a lovers reprise
At least this explained why he had so readily slept with him, he mused. They sat in quiet awe of each other—after all, what were the chances of meeting the love of your life in your lifetime, let alone finding him twice and in another dimension no less. A warm smile slowly spread on the cat's face. "Hi, Yama, long time no see."
Yamato blushed, returning a shy smile. "Hi Taichi."
The cat leaned back to turn on the lamp light on the nightstand beside the bed, casting the room in a warm dim glow. The fact that the world outside slowly drifted into darkness alerted Yamato to an extremely troublesome thought.
"Isn't Ken coming back?" asked Yamato. Though not one to complain (by his standards at least), he feared Ken would come back to claim his room and finding them both nude and most likely in a compromising position would probably be the last thing on the rabbit's agenda.
Taichi lay back down on the bed pulling Yamato with him. "Ken hardly ever sleeps here."
Yamato arched his eyebrow. "And how would you know that?"
"Because I sleep here often."
"Hasn't he caught you?"
"Hardly." The cat grinned. "I just pretend to be visiting if he does…but I think he usually sleeps over at the castle."
"Why?"
"Because the Queen is pretty demanding?"
"Are you asking me?" he touched the cat's ears curiously. "They feel like cat ears." And out went any further consideration for Ken.
Taichi laughed. "What else are they supposed to feel like?"
Yamato not at all pleased, attempted to roll off of the cat but wasn't allowed. Taichi pulled him into a closer embrace.
"Yama! I was kidding." He licked him playfully on the nose.
The boy pouted but refrained from rolling over again.
"You're beautiful Yama," stated the cat. "I missed you."
Yamato scoffed. "How could you miss me if you didn't even remember me?"
Taichi pouted. "But I missed you deep inside."
He sighed. "Me too Taichi."
The Cheshire cat laughed. "Now, who's talking."
Yamato was in the middle of a relatively snide remark when he noticed that not only did he lose the urge to finish his comment but Taichi had found a rather interesting way to mute him. The next thing the blonde knew was that he was on his back staring up at a cheeky cat. He looked down between their bodies to investigate the growing incessant prodding on his left upper thigh.
"Again?" he asked the cat incredulously.
Taichi pouted. "But we're young and virile." He shook the bed to accentuate each word.
"Taichi, do you even know what the word virile means?"
"Yama!" he whined ignoring the blonde's last comment. "That was when I thought you were a sexy angel sent to me for my carnal pleasure!"
The blonde scoffed. "Carnal pleasure?" and though he feigned indignity here, he was utterly amused. "That's all I am to you?"
"Course not." He flailed his arms theatrically. "You are the love on my life who transcended dimensions to appease my carnal pleasures."
"So I'm your sex slave now?"
"Damn right."
"Since when did the great Taichi-sama learn such big words?"
Taichi sighed. "I've been hanging out with Koushirou too much late—hey that's not what you're supposed to say."
"What am I supposed to say?" He asked coyly, encircling his arms around the cat's neck.
"You're supposed to say 'Take me Taichi-sama'"
Yamato rolled his eyes at the falsetto. "I do not have a high-pitched voice."
"I dunno…" Taichi raked his hands across the boy's chest, gently pinching a swollen peak.
The blonde moaned softly, despite himself.
"See." He said kissing the blonde's lips teasingly. "You do have a high-pitched voice."
The blonde shook his head. "Do not."
Taichi ducked his head to suck on the hollow of the boy's neck causing a low deep moan to emit from the boy below him.
The cat glared at the boy who hazily stared back at him. He was challenging him—at least, that was what Taichi thought. So, not one to be defied, lowered his hand to slightly brush over the blonde's length. An unintelligible sound emitted from Yamato as the cat wrapped his fingers firmly around him—a sound that could probably be classified as being somewhere between a gasp and a squeak—and thus satisfied, Taichi looked up smugly. "See Yama? High pitched."
Though Yamato was an octave higher than normal, it was still far from falsetto. This however was a technicality Taichi was not bothering with.
"So can I?" asked Taichi pulling the most pitiful look he could muster.
The blonde nodded. He really did have a weakness for the idiot. And who in their right mind would say no to someone as sexy as Taichi in the first place? So they fell once more headlong in the tawdry sea of lust. However, the desperation that had once enveloped them was lost. In its stead were sweet and gentle kisses that lined the expanse of the blonde's chest.
He glided his hands softly down the blonde's flanks sending gentle shivers down the boy's back.
"I love you Yama"
The boy moaned in response as Taichi cupped his rear tenderly kneading it in his hands.
"Taichi," he whimpered.
The cat bent down to kiss the blonde's swollen lips. He nimbly swept his fingers across the blonde's stomach, down to his sinewy thighs in a gently teasing fashion. He familiarized himself once more with his lover's body, gently coxing soft mewling moans from the writhing boy below him.
This time, when he sought entrance into Yamato's body, he met with no resistance. Sliding into him in one deep thrust. Fingers entwined and a slow rocking rhythm commenced.
Yamato gasped in muted intervals, and in his lust filled delirium, wondered if this was how it felt to be sand underneath the foaming surf and crashing waves.
It wasn't long before the two boys reached their zenith, with sharp hollow breaths. Taichi smiled serenely at Yamato before wearily collapsing on top of him. The blonde contently wrapped his arms around the cat, languidly running his hands up and down his tan shoulder blades.
"What happened to being 'virile' oh great 'Taichi-sama'?" teased Yamato hazily.
The Cheshire cat kissed the blonde's forehead. "Shut up," he replied playfully, parting from Yamato.
"Though it is nice to know I didn't just screw some guy."
"'Some guy'?" Taichi scoffed good-naturedly, and sighed dramatically. "I thought you were an angel sent to diminish my carnal desires, but it turns out it was the other way around….woe is me…I was used."
"Hmm…that too." The blonde replied, "It makes me feel less slutty though, knowing that maybe it was a subconscious thing—used?" Yamato frowned, finally having registered what had been said to him. "If I remember correctly, I was the one who was pushed down onto the sofa."
Taichi laughed. "You win, you win. But maybe you're right, I mean, about the subconscious thing." Taichi sure hoped it was, then it wouldn't seem so non-consensual. Though he didn't remember Yamato ever pleading for him to stop, well there was the one instance, but that couldn't really be counted could it? So caught up was he in this train of thought again that he hadn't realized that they both had stopped talking. "Hey are you falling asleep?" He shook Yamato gently but was only answered with a grumble.
The cat smiled. Guess they would talk about the whole ordeal tomorrow.
Yamato vaguely felt himself be picked up and placed on a cold seat. He frowned slightly at the sudden change in temperature.
"Yama," he looked up dreamily at Taichi. "I'm gonna wash up, I'll be back to clean you in a bit 'kay?"
The blonde nodded hazily.
After much trial, they had both learned that unless they washed up after, they would be a sticky mess in the morning and their sheets would definitely need washing. Thus, coming to the conclusion that cleaning up was a small price to pay—though neither ever wanted to, preferring to fall asleep in the peaceful aftermath.
So after gently cleaning Yamato as he had promised, he lifted him once more in his arms and gently lay him down in the soft plush bed.
And wrapped in each other's arms, they fell into a nice long dream.
to be continued...
Kaitoumiko: -lowers head in shame- very late and very tawdry….and though I'm sure still vague...I feel I'm pushing it a bit…Then again...it's no worse than primetime tv. I'll go crawl in a corner and die now.
Yamato: You make your readers wait this long for this?
Kaitoumiko: -sob- I'm sorry. (Though Yamato complains about my choice of topic he is the one who nags the most) Thank you, Melissa-Tao for giving me the final clonk on the head to get me going again.
Miyako: As an, 'I'm sorry' and to honor her disgraceful behavior she will draw fanart for everyone who reviews. Just tell her what you want. You can email her or write it in the review itself if your email is in your bio page.
Yamato: She's bribing people into reviewing her story now?
Kaitoumiko: It's my peace offering…
Taichi: Review please. And thank you Melissa-Tao for the wonderful picture of me.
Yamato: Aren't you being narcissistic.
Kaitoumiko: Someone's jealous. And a belated thank you for Luma-chan's piccy of Ken-chan… Dai-chan framed it and sends his love.