Yamato woke up to realise he was being utilized as someone's Mr Teddy. Those first few seconds were very confusing and he almost rolled around to sack the intruder. Until he remembered he got laid last night and all was good in the world. Even his toes were happy.
Yamato loved the smell of sex in the morning. The aroma of sweat doused with humiliation. They had fun yesterday. It was good.
The room was all about the musk of sex and youth in a sunrise dyed with pastels. Like it, too, was still basking in the afterglow.
Likewise, he realised something was lodged inside him and it made him feel very full. Normally, he hated spooning or cuddling and all the washy rubbish. It got too hot in the icky, sweaty way which wasn't the fun icky, sweaty way. Now, though, right now, this was nice. Besides, Taichi always got cold when he slept by himself. That guy was a fireball of kinetic energy and needed to move non-stop or he'd freeze. Ergo, Yamato was perfectly fine with indulging him.
He closed his eyes again, the sun sieving through the thin skin of his eyelids and leaving a red afterimage on their surface. It was the first time he greeted the morning with someone like this. Naked and tangled. His legs, still sticky with cum, interlaced with Taichi's in funny angles. Taichi's arms were folded around him, possessive. Yamato's head was tucked under Taichi's chin and Taichi's chest pressed on Yamato's bruised back.
No, Yamato never thought he'd enjoy someone else's presence like he did now. Yes, even with Taichi's flaccid cock still snuggled up his arse.
Also, while he won't admit it out loud, he didn't want to go through his life without once, just once, being protected the way Taichi's arms around him protected him now. Even when, like now, they left more bruises on him than anything else had.
At this moment, Yamato's entire body felt sore – but very lovely.
His bum was hot and stinging. He liked his bum hot and stinging. Carefully, to avoid chafing the wounds and bleeding over Taichi, Yamato shifted around to have a peek at his slumbering mate-in-more-than-one-way. He melted on the spot.
Taichi was gorgeous. His face was relaxed and pleased, framed by a stray, Burnt Sienna fringe. His skin was smooth and his body warm, reflecting the rays of the sun that gave him such a creamy golden colour.
He was also superbly cute when he slept; always so innocent. Nine years, and not a change on that self-content mug.
With that in mind, Yamato fell to the pillow again – the soft, ringing twinges of pain across his body lulling him to sleep.
Taichi woke up next to his brand new, shiny blonde.
Yamato's hair was fanned out on the pillow, a Geisha's golden accessory, and it was all about "after sex" – the way Taichi loved it best. With the tip of his nose, Yamato nuzzled the pillow and cuddled under the blankets, releasing a soft coo.
Well, fuck.
Self-restraint gone, Taichi moved some dishevelled, yellow strands from that sleeping face.
'What the fuck, Yamato? What the fuck?!' Yamato's spit drooled all the way over from his slanted mouth into the pillow in litres and splattered all over the side of his face. That was "Drool Me a River" MTV clip waiting to be filmed. No wonder he stayed undercovers whenever he and Taichi shared the bed – he needed the metres of fabrics as extra wipes! That dumb mug of his was fucking epic! Woken-up-Yamato would never publically show this arseholed mug of a face – which made it a face meant to be loved! That was a twat's regal, no-IQ-left face and Taichi wanted to wake up to this doltish exhibition every day.
He raised the blanket to peek on Yamato's naked body – 'Hot'.
Slobbering like dog or not, Yamato still was radiant. And messed up. Physically – not just mentally. The cuts on his back crusted into brown, scaly lines which flaked at the edges. His waist was bruised with dark hand prints, and flecked with many other possessive marks. Fucking hell, the whole image screamed "possession!"
His arse was round and red like a ripe pomegranate with blue and purple blotches all over. Some of those patches verged on being black, while others already brightened into a sickening yellow shade. Dry blood bunched into crisp haemoglobin over the incisions Taichi bit into him.
Generally, it was fair to say Yamato Ishida was a pile of hot and sticky mess.
'Shit, he was amazing last night.'
Taichi cradled Yamato's head, blew into his ear, and breathed in his milky shoulders. With the backs of his fingers, Taichi trailed along Yamato's thigh, charting skin that was so warm from sleep. He couldn't wait for Yamato to wake up so that Taichi could see his eyes. 'God, his eyes!'
He kissed along the lean muscles of Yamato's strong back; small pecks which evolved into playful nibbles. Taichi rubbed it, licked occasionally, and revered it entirely. Their skins contrasted beautifully and Yamato looked even paler under Taichi.
Shit, Taichi wanted Yamato to wake up already. Problem was, Taichi didn't want to be the cause of him waking up. Yamato's a rotten bastard in the morning.
Unfortunately, since he had been fucking all night, Taichi also had the urgent – but completely expected – need to pee like he'd been fucking all night.
He exited Yamato and the colour hot-fuchsia creeped on Taichi's face at full force: Yamato's arsehole was so stretched and so red. Yeep, Taichi had most definitely been fucking all night – Heavy fucking. The red-pink condition of his face had only escalated when he noticed his own dick needed a quick wash as well.
Taichi's motions were bringing Yamato back to life and they threatened to do the same to his cock. When they stopped, and Yamato had that familiar, satisfying sensation of taking a massive shit, followed by weight lifting off the bed, Yamato was as awake as what a Kg of cocaine can do to a person.
"Taichi, come back to bed."
The fear diffusing from him was almost palatable for Taichi. Fear that Taichi would leave. It was emphasized further by Yamato's hoarse voice, scraped thin by spending the better part of the night screaming.
Taichi shafted that little part in himself which was offended Yamato could even think that. It was Yamato after all – Taichi always knew where he was coming from. Yes, even if he himself was never there.
Instead, Taichi marched down back to the bed, kneeled over Yamato, and gave him a quick kiss. Then it wasn't so quick any longer and as Yamato pulled him down to him, Taichi began pushing the sheet off of Yamato's body.
Sloppy, sexy morning kisses, hands everywhere, and the skin under filled the vacancies left by the places they didn't need to go to or the things they didn't need to do. When he was convinced he satisfied him, Taichi disentangled from Yamato's limbs and rubbed the tips of their noses together sleepily while pointing at his knob. "Do you really think I'll let you wake up alone, you arsehole? I'll be back in a sec, I'm just gonna give mini-Taichi a little wash."
Yamato followed the line he was directed at and turned a shade of pink, that was very appealing on him, when he spotted the undeniable, brown stain there.
But he wore a dream-stricken smile on. The one he had sometimes, when he was off in his own world, only this time Yamato dedicated it to Taichi.
"Please fuck me on repeat," Yamato cooed.
His smile alone hit Taichi's fuzzy chords and made him happy. Authentically happy – not just the kind of happiness people feel when their day was less shitty than expected. The real thing. When the world exists for the moment.
And the sexy request didn't hurt either.
When Taichi retreated, Yamato watched him go. Specifically, he focused on that wriggling little bum he wanted to take home and could just… 'rawr!'
And, also – 'mini my arse! There's nothing mini about that!' There was a whole lot of dick in him last night!
Yamato giggled. Fucking giggled. His knees bounced up and down on the mattress, so overjoyed he couldn't believe such a gorgeous body finally became his last night. His! His! HIS!
There was a strong scent all around him which Yamato traced to the heat permeating from where their bodies lay. It was soaked in the sheets and lingered within the blanket.
It was Taichi's scent. Grass, sweat, sun, summer, and the outdoors.
And it was his scent. Fresh linens, sleep, Irises, metal, and smoked flora.
It was a new scent; a new creation of their own.
Yamato side-eyed the room's entrance to make sure Taichi was still in the toilet, rolled over to the side Taichi occupied when they slept, and sniffed the pillow there with a deep intake of air.
Needless to say, it was also the unequivocal scent of ball-slapping butt sex with a tang of semen on top.
The bedcovers were drenched with whatever filth the human body was capable of producing and were gagging for a wash.
Post the initial high, though, some semblance of rational thought seeped to the forefront of Yamato's left lobe and he wanted to beat it back down to the abyss whence it hailed. Soon, he'd have to face the answer to where this is going. Was that a one off? Did he want it to be a one-off? Or would they call this their "playtime" and make it their dirty little secret? Would it mean for Taichi what it did to him?
He didn't get to the overthinking stage where he would have analysed the situation out the whazoo. When Taichi came back, he practically head-dived into the bed, climbed behind Yamato, and pulled him against Taichi's chest with a "yoink!"
Taichi moved stray hairs from Yamato's face – "morning, sexy!" – and nosed the dip near the formerly white neck ."You smell amazing…"
He could look at Yamato all day and memorise every detail about him – from his blue eyes, which were still cloudy from sleepiness and euphoria, to the split golden ends, and all the way to the tiny mall lodged behind Yamato's knee.
"I have no regrets, Yamato," he answered one of the many questions Yamato still hadn't had a chance to panic about, but that Taichi was aware was there without Yamato needing to.
So Yamato got brave.
"Taichi?" The name was poised as a cautious question.
"Yeah?"
"I want to kiss you till my tongue goes numb and fuck you till I sprain my waist…"
Taichi arched over Yamato, in a peek-a-boo sort of way, to smooch Yamato's forehead, upside down, and laugh like crazy.
Yamato grabbed Taichi's chin, making good on his word, and kissed him and kissed him and kissed him – into a mutual brain-damage if he could. Hands in Taichi's hair, squishing his cheeks, squeezing his biceps, kneading his other cheeks. It wasn't until Taichi seriously needed oxygen that Yamato let him go.
"Want any breakfast?" he murmured into Taichi's flaky lips, still low-key trying to lock them back to his.
Taichi hummed, pleasured-out.
"I prefer eating you," He said and slapped Yamato's arse. "That was quality breeding. I fucked your brains out, didn't I?"
He was half expecting Yamato to get unpleasant but, through sheer force of post-sex-hormones, Yamato diverted the conversation and dropped the topic. "This is the second time you refused breakfast. I'm getting worried."
With one last peck to Taichi's shoulder, Yamato moved from under him and started towards the edge of the bed.
He stood up.
He fell down.
His legs were jelly, his abused bottom half was protesting against any added effort it was asked to extract, and his lower back rang with the dull thrum of random aches. Taichi fucked him sore!
"Shit, man, you ok?!"
Along with his guilt, Taichi scrambled over to Yamato and bent forwards to pick him up.
Yamato slapped Taichi's arms away, his face burning with a suspicious, rosy hue. "You try carrying me, Taichi Yagami, and I will break your arms and tie them into a pretzel, so I swear!"
There was this courageous attempt on Taichi's part not to laugh, but he failed at it.
"See, Yamato? You're just like a cake."
"Enlighten me."
"You are sweet, warm, soft, and full of my cream."
"You were counting the minutes till you could tell that one, weren't you?"
"Just made it up, actually."
"Feeling good about yourself?"
With a wild smirk, Taichi changed the subject, "did you know you say some pretty messed up shit during sex? You act all shy sometimes, but you're one kinky little sex doll on the inside, aren't you, Yamato?"
Taichi didn't miss Yamato's ears going red. He had to dodge a heavy artillery of used underwear when Yamato yelled, "shut up!"
Taichi crawled up to him, running fingers across Yamato's shoulder blades. "It's a real turn on… "
Speaking of his cream and getting really turned on, Taichi's seed began trickling down the innermost parts of Yamato's thighs – slowly, tantalizingly – leaving them with soft trails of milk. It dripped out of him till it pooled on the floor into white slugs.
The image evoked something primal and possessive in Taichi. His cum was going to goddamn stay inside Yamato.
"Up you go." Taichi yanked him back into the bed. "For someone who just got his arse pounded, you're a royal pain in mine…"
He lowered Yamato down underneath him, getting them more horizontal, and wrapped his arm around Yamato's waist.
"The fuck are you doing?!"Yamato yelped.
Instead of an answer, Yamato felt his legs being separated. Hands went for the curve of his hips and to the rounding of his arse. Then, his body was being gently probed.
Taichi pried Yamato's bum and was treated with the puckered butthole – all lovingly puffy and raw from being molested all night.
Funny how some things which are supposed to be odd and taboo can be so familiar; like it was the natural order of the universe.
"Fuck me?" Yamato stretched backwards, pliantly tossing his arms over his head with bedroom-eyes and bedroom smell, waiting to be spoilt.
"No."
Yamato almost did something similar to pouting prettily, sticking out one wet, soft lip. He only got into the habit of doing that last night and already that damn lip was driving Taichi bonkers. Taichi traced it with his fingers and grinned. From there, he continued to nibble on Yamato's sharp jawline.
"I'm going to make love to you."
The bedsprings groaned under his knees while Taichi climbed between Yamato's legs.
Yamato laughed hysterically for a good whole minute – both from Taichi's attempt to chat him up with cheesy-arsed lines and because he didn't know what to do with himself with all this bliss that befell him.
"I am going to make love to you and you're going to fucking love it!" Taichi looped Yamato's legs around his waist and slipped inside him, making them sigh into each other mouths.
His cock went in like butter. Taichi opened Yamato up damn good. Yamato was loose, hot, and wet, as if he was melting around Taichi – completely different from last night.
Also, without a reason really, they were laughing around each other's faces because somehow this was so bloody funny. In an instant, their tongues played inside each other's mouths.
Taichi placed soft kisses behind Yamato's ear, small pecks which dropped down to his neck. He found the sweet spot he discovered last night and began suckling happily on the hollow of Yamato's already hicky-full throat.
Yamato made such cute, small voices of pleasure when his arms wrapped over Taichi's back, grabbing the solid muscles rippling under his palms.
For Taichi, there was no doubt – a moaning and panting Yamato was a stunning one.
He gently bucked inside Yamato, rocking him slowly up and down the bed, and looked into Yamato with glazed eyes.
For Yamato – it was as if Taichi was really seeing into his soul and loving everything he saw in there. 'Holy shit!' Yamato'd never been this embarrassed in his entire life. But in a good way. Actually, he wasn't sure. Was it? It's like all his systems were on overdrive. He tried rocking against Taichi and hiked a knee over Taichi's hip, begging him to go faster. Or harder. Or both. Better both. Get them back into something familiar.
Taichi shushed Yamato with small kisses all over his face. He was patient, holding Yamato in place and slowly loving him. Sliding up and down the pleasure spot inside Yamato's arse with something akin to reverence. Something tantric, making Yamato ride the high for what to him felt was freakin' hours.
Taichi landed a long peck on Yamato's brow, smelling his sweat and his sex, and smiled like a drunken pillock. "Get used to this. I intend to do it until we die."
'Holy shit! HOLY MUMMY FUCKING SHIT!' No one ever treated Yamato like this before. He couldn't stop the stream of hurt little sounds he made – and that Taichi really liked – or that fantastic flush of horny butterflies in his belly which had their own set of butterflies. He was absurd.
Yamato wasn't sure if he wanted to die, or if he was already dead after miraculously managing to get on some brain-fried deity's good side during his lifetime, and get this as his reward. An eternity of sex with Taichi in the afterlife. Death is awesome!
At that moment, Taichi cupped Yamato's cheeks – the upper ones for a change – and caressed Yamato's lips with his own dry and chapped ones. They were ridged. Flaking. Taichi still hadn't had his compulsory glass of morning water, but all Yamato managed doing, as his eyelids drifted lower and he was dying, was to quietly moan into the kiss. His mouth fell open against Taichi's with quickening, small pants of pleasure and his legs clamped around him.
Looking Yamato dead in the eye, Taichi took Yamato's wrist and planted a deep kiss against the pulse. Then, he buried his face in Yamato's shoulder, giving an oral to Yamato's throat with every gentle thrust. His hand slipped between them, prompting Yamato to lift his leg and give Taichi better access. Yamato's cock was just begging for the attention.
Taichi jerked his hips forward, and Yamato crossed his ankles around Taichi's waist. "Love making", as Taichi put it, only got a wee bit faster, but the familiar heat already began expanding in the pit of Yamato's stomach. It won't be long for him now.
All the while, with Taichi bumping his hips against Yamato's arse, going into him repeatedly, Yamato had infinite, brilliant songs writing themselves inside his mind. When they'd get to City Hall, he'd have some new noise ready.
Fascinated, Taichi watched Yamato throwing his head back with loud pleasure. When the blushing, happy cock jerked in Taichi's hand, Taichi was a kid at the arcade all over again. Well, Yamato's joystick was really fun.
Along came those beautiful sounds Yamato made with that voice of his – that hot and bothered voice of his – the perfect little "O" with his pink lips, the cheeky line between his eyebrows when ecstasy was exploding on him, and that feline arch he formed with his back.
'Perfect'
"Wow, Yamato… your face…" Taichi leaned over his mate – no pun intended – and licked Yamato's sweetly tired face, while Yamato's milk poured over Taichi's hand in hot, eager spurts.
Departing from Yamato's face for a moment, Taichi followed the spermies stuck between his fingers and wiped them clean with his tongue, much to Yamato's delight.
Of course, Yamato had a good laugh when Taichi's face twitched with some mad Tourette.
"Nobody told you to show off, you arsehole."
Taichi pouted.
Yamato grabbed his face and kissed him but good, taking away all that "yucky" stuff from Taichi's mouth.
When he was done, Taichi was staring. "You know, Yamato, for me, it's not about how rough I go. It's not fun for me if it's not fun for you, but as far as I'm concerned, I was making love to you last night."
Yamato rolled to the side and hugged his pillow. "Please stop saying shit like that. It's a boner killer…"
He made a purposeful move to bury his head between Taichi's thighs to return the favour – only to be pushed away.
"Don't worry about it. That one was for you." Taichi grabbed Yamato's shoulders, stroking up and down his arms. He left a soft peck on one of them, relishing the sweat and the taste of used bedsheets.
Yamato made a face. A shy one. "But I want to…"
A shit-eating grin like the one that popped into Taichi's ridiculous face has yet to be seen on this side of the hemisphere. "My dick isn't going anywhere."
Taichi was promptly shoved out of the bed and an airborne pillow followed suit.
"Not nice, Yamato!"
"Go fornicate yourself."
"I'll fornicate you!"
"Language doesn't work that way," Yamato said when he yanked Taichi back to bed. Yamato rolled Taichi on his back and threw one long, possessive leg over him. He also had the time of his life squeezing Taichi's pecks and lazily pinching the dusky nipples under their centre.
"These ain't boobies, Yamato."
"These are better than boobies, Taichi." Yamato ran his hand up and down Taichi's sternum and buried his face in Taichi's hairy, man-boy armpit, where he nosed yesterday's deodorant and today's sex while murmuring, "these are mine…"
They lay that way for a while. Taichi rubbed Yamato's lower back to sooth his muscles, occasionally moving over ink-branded outlines and into his skin. Yamato was drifting back to, and out, of sleep on top of him.
Taichi had a hunch. He rolled out from under Yamato's weight and left him on the bed. "Give me a mo."
After disappearing into the kitchen for a minute, Taichi returned with a beeswax candle. He whipped out the lighter out of Yamato's discarded jeans and lit the thin rope at the end of the wax stick.
"Lie on your stomach," he commended.
Initial confusion turned into excitement and Yamato obeyed. A moment of anticipation, and scorching hot droplets of molten wax were singing his slick back. He sighed in deep relaxation as they consolidated and cooled on his skin.
When Yamato's back was covered in welts and Taichi ran out of space, Taichi helped Yamato turn around. He continued dripping on Yamato's chest, making sure there was a drop for each of Yamato's pert coral buds to enjoy.
Yamato crossed his arms behind his head, damn pleased with all the babying he was receiving, as milky, boiling globules progressed down to his navel.
Taichi locked eyes with him.
Yamato didn't do anything to evade the upcoming heat. He just watched it unfurl.
So Taichi let the white droplets hit the crown of Yamato's half erect penis.
Yamato winced at the pain and kept his eyes closed. He drove his teeth through the flesh of his lip and ripped it.
He didn't tell Taichi to stop inflicting him with the ecstasy.
When the space between Yamato's burning thighs swam in pools of wax, and when the skin there was raw with blisters, Taichi licked it all off to assuage the pains. The white chips that got stuck on his tongue were spat to the floor.
The healed wounds along Yamato's penis would become small scars – gifts Taichi gave him as souvenirs from this first night.
When Taichi was done "cleaning" him, he scaled along Yamato's perfect, flat tummy, up his peachy nipples, and into his mouth – where Taichi gnawed further on Yamato's bruised, red lip. The biting widened the holes till blood flew between them and gushed down Yamato's chin, soaking it with dark red.
"No one's allowed to hurt you the way I do."
"No one can hurt me the way you can." Yamato smiled into the words, warm and open – it was the one reserved for Taichi. Definitely.
Give or take a few minutes, somewhere between being kissed over and over, Yamato's metaphorical light-bulb switched on. "Wait, Taichi, how did you realise you're into men?"
Taichi had one hand splayed luxuriously across Yamato's chest, tweaking with the silver rod piercing Yamato's pert bud. The answer for this question was surprisingly easy for a change. "I'm not into men. Trust me –" he opened big eyes at his mate, emphasizing the point. "I checked. I'm into you." Something which he previously missed on account of being buried twenty three CM deep inside Yamato's delicious, love-passage of an arsehole, occurred to him. "Nine years, huh? Holy crap, Yama."
"Yamato. Seven to nine. When I was eleven, I didn't really think about these things."
"So… when -" Taichi paused and coughed out some morning mucous, "when did it start for you? You know… when have you fallen? And how did you realise you want to shag me?" He lazily caressed the crook of Yamato's elbow, trying not to sound like this was going to be just about the best story told since FMA.
Yamato practically puked those nine years all over Taichi – mysterious beefy chunks included:
"God… I asked myself the same bloody thing a fucking million times. You know, it's not even just that. I can't even say that I was… am just… you know… with you additionally to everything else I feel. I mean, it's that too and I do. But it's all the feelings bleeding into each other. I told you – it's like my feelings didn't even exist in the world before I had them. I feel everything. Fucking everything. I just..." he knew those three words, but they weren't enough at all, "A lot. I can't compare it to anything. And I really do want to shag you. A lot. All the time. It's weird, you know? It's like one day I thought 'this one! I want this one to ruin my life!' Shit… I never wanted to feel like this… but then you smiled like you do – like a twat – and holy crap, I was done for!"
Taichi snorted and rubbed Yamato's shoulder with a 'there, there' sort of compassion.
Yamato sucked in a breath – serious but, at the same time, he was far away. "I wanted you to do things to me. In some place, I enjoyed pissing you off. Just so you'd react to me – 'cus that's what you made me do." He paused, staring at ceiling. Taichi didn't rush him. "You know, thinking about it now, I couldn't wait till you'd crack and push me down. I imagined myself getting…" he let his breath go, "anyway, it was very confusing. You were just beautiful and fantastic and-"
"Sexy?" Taichi suggested, wiggling his eyebrows like they were the ones rolling around laughing.
"Straight? Unobtainable? Simply busy with other aspects of your life?"
Taichi He kissed Yamato's temple after staring at him for what may have been some long minutes, letting him continue talking, undisturbed.
"… and, you know, you were the only person whom I cried in front of in years? And you challenged me. And made me grow. Remember when we first got to the Digital World? You got all those emotions out of me so easily, all the time! It fucking terrified me, blud, that effect you had on me. There was this something about you that unnerved me and made me think about you all the time. I couldn't control myself around you and I hated it. It was like being trapped in my own fucking body. Eventually, I noticed that you're on my mind 24/7. That I wanted something out of you. It drove me bonkers. You bugged the fucking hell out of me 'cause I sure as fuck didn't know what to do about all that. I wanted… thought I wanted to be left alone, but there you were – knocking down my walls like a sledgehammer glued to a Type 10 tank, getting closer to me than anyone else and being my friend - always being my friend. Holding my hand so I won't run away-" he dipped his palm into Taichi's, "while I was bogged down with being a right nutter. I thought I need to beat you. I was a jealous shithole. Until I figured out what I really wanted is to be with you. Fuck, even when we did beat each other up, it was such a rush, you get me?" he laughed.
"Can't argue with that. You still have the meanest left hook my face had ever said hi to."
"But, at the same time, I was relieved, Taichi. I didn't have to be the strongest person in the room for a change. You naturally took control and cared for everyone. Something about you being the leader was right. Gave me confidence. There is just this atmosphere about you I always wanted to be under, even when I disagreed with you. I always believed in you." He turned to look at gorgeous man yawning on his shoulder. "I think that's also why I freaked out on you during the Meicoomon business. I was scared shitless to lose you. Or for you to lose yourself." He yanked a feather out of his pillow so it'll stop stabbing his face and inhaled the scent of the pillowcase. "And you believed in me. You and Gabumon. Taught me how to be a friend and everything friendship meant. Since I met you and Gabumon, I was no longer so lonely. I was no longer the same person. I let go and became myself."
"And you came swooping in on Garurumon to save me just in time! A true friend in need, Yamato. I-"
"You mean just in time to turn into a keychain…?" Yamato spat. Seeing Taichi still alive back then… 'god'. Hesitation, mistrust, irresolution – about their friendship and Taichi's place in his life – they faded that day. Yamato hadn't been so scared before in his life. He worried his lip under his chompers. "Piemon really gave you a good going over. I should have been there sooner..."
"You were there exactly when I needed you." Taichi gave Yamato a few more minutes to let it go. "So –"
"When did I begin wanting your dick? Not sure, but I started becoming aware of it aft-" he coughed phlegm into a tissue and stuffed it into the roll, "my first wet dream…"
"Tell me?" Taichi nuzzled the creamy shoulder he employed as a pillow and caressed the sensitive spot on the inner side of Yamato's elbow.
His huge puppy eyes were set on max and he was so disproportionately cute Yamato could die! 'Seriously, how does he do that?!' Yamato was ashamed to call him a grown-ass man.
On his part, Taichi acknowledged he's cute. Damn cute. Did he feel bad about it? Nope. He got all perked up when Yamato continued.
"God, it's not something you forget, Taichi. Funny thing is, there was nothing inherently sexual about it. It was more of a flashback to the day Devimon separated us and you and I had that fight in the snow. Is just, everything in the dream felt totally different. The entire focus was different." He closed his eyes. "I swear, it was like someone turned on the zoom-in on my touch sense and it went haywire. I mean, I really, really felt you in it and I was ultra-sensitive. To everything. Your hands had that grip on my shoulders and on my thighs. There was this pressure of your body on mine. Your heat. When you were on my arse – especially that one-"
Taichi sniggered, and Yamato realised he was petting Taichi's ego just about as much as he petted his cock. So Yamato dropped his voice into those deep chords and stretched his hand to cup Taichi's smooth, warm buttocks; give it a proper squeezing. "The warm breath from your mouth to my neck…Your eleven-year-old crotch, Taichi… Eleven-year-old me between your legs-"
"Go on, you tosser." Taichi wiggled his bum, asking Yamato nicely to set it free. Of course the bastard refused, but after Taichi swatted him, Yamato did revert to his casual tone.
"I felt all the pain and the welts you gave me. How I loved it. It was so… vivid. All of it combined became weirdly erotic. Even now, I still feel that way. When I woke up – sheets were wet and I spilt over myself. First time. My dad had the brains to clear some time off his schedule to have 'the talk' with me before summer camp, so I didn't think about it too much at first. But later there were more dreams with more details and less clothes. And… I started realising I got into all those fights with you 'cause I wanted to… touch you. Maybe. Because I liked it when you mounted me... It was getting seriously weird, but I didn't want it to stop, either. After the first time we fought Diabolomon and I returned home from Shimane…" he inhaled as his story came to a conclusion, "was the first time I touched myself while thinking about you. Consciously, awake, fully aware, fantasizing about you and wanking. And I haven't stopped since. It's just-" he squeezed Taichi's hand, a monument of their proximity, "this…"
Taichi was quite for a few seconds, mauling all that information over in a sex-tired brain. "Shit, that's one hell of a compliment! Born to be a porn-star baby!"
"Sod off…" But Yamato gave Taichi the big-eyed, you-have-no-idea smile, "you were the protagonist of many of my X-rated materials. I tried to stop several times but it didn't work. Every time I got home from someone else's house, I jacked off to you. Couldn't help it. I mean, I had some crushes in between, yeah? I didn't pause my life just 'cause you were my favourite. But, as you know, it rarely amounted to anything. Anyway, at the same time, while you and the other boys were discovering sexploitation, girls, the wonders of the internet, and how to erase your search history, I was discovering you. Normal stuff you'd do when we hung out – looking at me, talking, and, so help me, sometimes just breathing around me – made me feel so much more than I should have. You have no idea how much I wanted it, alright? Eventually, the shit hit the fan and I figured it all out. Does that freak you out? Do I sound like a sick fuck enough for you yet?"
Taichi kissed one high cheek-bone. "Maybe. But you are my sick fuck."
Yamato gave him a flat look.
Taichi shrugged. "Not really. My philosophy is that as long as you keep it in your head, it's a whatever-floats-your-goat territory. I'm pretty huge on freedom of thought, you know. And I didn't know scuddely shit till yesterday, so... Besides, it's not like we haven't jerked off thinking about our female friends once in a while. I'm not gonna judge you about what goes on in that cracked skull of yours."
He met Yamato eye-to-eye, with all the seriousness nine years of leading others cultivated in him. "What I do wanna know is why you never told me."
"Why would I?"
"I would hav-"
Yamato pressed four fingers to Taichi's lips and kissed them on top. "You would have done nothing, Taichi."
Before Taichi had the opportunity to argue, Yamato clapped his fingers around Taichi's jaw and kissed him directly. "Don't. The first, and only, time I actually considered telling you about it, was the first time you snogged a girl in the smoking den behind school. I wasn't daft back then either." He unclamped Taichi's face and watched the red outline he left in Taichi's lips fading. "And the last thing I wanted was to hear you make up a heap of bollocks about how you 'don't see me that way' or 'don't want to jeopardize our friendship'."
"But when we were over at your place two weeks ago, you said you didn't keep secrets from me. I'd call this one big fucking secret, Yamato"
"No, I strictly said I didn't want this to be a secret. Past tense. And it's true. I didn't. It just sort of happened on its own."
Taichi almost wanted to strangle him, but he punched Yamato's arm and kissed him again instead. "I am going to be miffed about it for a while and honestly, I only forgive you because I was the bigger dick-"
"Was?"
Taichi ignored him. "And because you really do have a luscious bum. But I will me miffed about it." And then it dawned on him. "You spent nine years watching me hook up with other people?"
Yamato shrugged – 'no big deal' – and looked away.
"What are you?! I spent one night, one bloody night, watching other people hooking up with you and I almost went mental! Seriously, what are you?!"
For a few fleeting seconds, Taichi relived the months he used to check up on Yamato's scars. He made Yamato strip and spread his legs while Taichi shoved his head down there and examined Yamato's thighs – what was it like for Yamato? 'What. Are. You?!'
"I told you – I got used to it. Besides, I didn't expect–" he waved his hand around the room as if to illustrate his point, "…you'd come over, take my shirt off, and have sex with me. I just love being with you…" He buried his face in the pillow. "God, I feel like such a mess."
"But, god, are you a sexy mess," Taichi laughed, but it didn't make up for how distraught he really was.
Yamato un-buried himself and asked, "Are you really angry I didn't tell you sooner…?"
Taichi scratched his sideburn and looked down to Yamato on the pillow. "Yes. I'm going be angry about it for a while." He curled his arms under Yamato's shoulders and dived for his belly-button, blowing warm air on that spot which made Yamato shiver and watched the yellow fuzz around it sway. "How did you think I'd feel? Now I gotta wonder if you didn't trust me and thought I'd pull away from you."
"It's not tha-"
"Cause you know a ten kilometre pole bedecked with an arsenal of sharp objects and glued to our arsecheeks on both sides won't do that?"
"Of course I do." Yamato buried his hands in Taichi's hair and messed it up, just a bit aggressively.
"But I also really hurt you, didn't I…?"
That ends of Taichi's hair tickled Yamato's chest. Yamato buried his hands in the wild, brown bush, stroking the warm scalp below and undoing some knots. "Not really..."
"Didn't I?" Taichi squeezed Yamato's sides, being kinda rough. Exposing just how pissed off he really was.
With calm blues, Yamato's slender digits moved to cup bronze, high cheekbones. "A bit. But like I said – I trust you. So…"
He earned another kiss from Taichi.
"Doesn't mean I'm gonna be less remorseful about it," Taichi said. "I guess I'm more pissed off at myself for not knowing than you not telling. I mean, how could I not notice? I feel like clueless fucknugget-"
"Don't!"
Yamato rolled on top of Taichi and crashed hard into his mouth, frenching the hell out of him to shut Taichi up effectively – but in a very pleasuring way.
"Don't…"
"But why? Why so much?"
One more time, Yamato butterflied his smirking lips on Taichi. "You make me hard."
"Yamato…" Taichi gently pushed him off. "What do you see in me…?"
Yamato didn't expect that. It was so obvious to him. "Everything you don't, apparently…?" he swept Taichi's messy fringe behind his ears and put his own palm where Taichi's heart beat the hardest, letting it pulse through Yamato's fingertips. "Truth though – I don't know. I-l… all of you. For being you. For existing. I can't dissect you and pick a part I like better. Even when you're being a little bugger and I slap you, I won't change anything about it because it's you. I lo… because you are Taichi. I also love who I am with you. It's a cliché, but I really do think you make me want to be a better person. You make me a better me. Take it as axiomatic. I study physics, so trust me when I tell you we still don't have explanations for most things happening in the universe. Guess we're the two atoms in quantum entanglement." He laughed at his own metaphor like a twit. "I swear you're the only idiot who couldn't see how much I admired you." He probed Taichi's belly button for gunk and hummed. "Kiss me?"
Taichi smiled, more at the little words Yamato omitted than anything else. "How am I expected to say no to that?"
"You're not."
With his smile getting larger, Taichi rested his hand on the back of Yamato's neck and pulled him closer so Taichi could abide Yamato's request, his thumb grazing fine, yellow hairs.
Taichi flipped them and Yamato's arms made a pretty circle around Taichi's neck.
"How did we end up here?" Yamato asked between exchanging gentle kisses, having all his whims accommodated, and being a pile of mushy porridge brewed of goodness that almost made him feel shame for existing.
"What d'you mean…?" Taichi was far too distracted with trying to get those pink lips back to him.
"You…" kiss, "with…" kiss, "me…" kiss, "doing…" something absolutely awesome Taichi just did with his tongue and which made Yamato wonder if that flexible muscle practiced football as well, and if so – with what balls? "…this?"
A small pause followed.
Taichi landed another kiss on Yamato's chin. "'Cause you're my best friend." Taichi got up to his knees and landed kisses on Yamato's wrist, "'cause nothing that feels this good between two people who love each other could possibly be wrong," on Yamato's navel. "Cause you're beautiful," down his thigh, "cause it's natural," Yamato's knee, "'cause it's fun," calf, ""cause we make so much bloody sense," until he reached Yamato's – unnaturally? - clean foot and started massaging it from the heel to the cushions before giving Yamato one final kiss on it. "'Cause I… you too…"
"And the real reason?"
Taichi quieted down. He continued rubbing Yamato's foot, as if he could make the question go away if he ignored it hard enough.
Yamato growled and, kind of reluctantly, yanked his limb away. Taichi was exceptionally good with foot-rubs and Yamato credited his football warm-ups for that as well.
"You still haven't answered me, Taichi. What got you so upset?"
Figuring he should just get it over it, Taichi hurled the worlds, "I saw you masturbate with Mimi's undies and it turned me on so hard I ran to my room and decided to join in?"
A stiff pause spread between them. Next time Taichi peeked at him, Yamato was changing colours faster than an LCD trip.
This is it. Taichi was gonna get it. Yamato was going to rearrange his face into modern art and never talk to him again. When Yamato moved, Taichi winced, screwing his eyes in preparations for the knuckle sandwich that had his name on it.
It didn't come.
Taichi gave it another minute, but when his face remained intact, he opened his right eye into a tiny, cautious slit.
Yamato was facing away from him – legs crossed, chin planted on the root of his hand, fingers hiding his mouth. Tender pink dust settled on his cheeks. Taichi would have loved it if he didn't fear for his dear life.
From the motion of Yamato's throat, Taichi guessed Yamato swallowed saliva. Yamato's pupils moved to the edges of his eyes so they were locked on Taichi's and he said, in lower decibels compared to the nuclear set-off Taichi expected. "…That's it?"
"W-what?"
"That's why you were freaking out…? Taichi, it's normal to get hard in a sexual situation. It's also normal to masturbate after that. It's not like you started fapping at the entrance. I will clock you later to preserve my sense of masculinity, but-" Yamato tried playing it down, "I always masturbate when you play football."
Blinking was the only function Taichi was able to perform. Took him a good long while before – "you spent all our games blissed out?"
"Do you think I could sit through the entire game otherwise? Have you seen yourself topless?"
When Taichi levelled Yamato in colour, Yamato figured this was about as good as that conversation would get and diverted, "How about you? Since when is cross-dressing your thing?"
"Not sure," Taichi shrugged, "I guess one day I just wanted to see the body under all those tight clothes. I mean, have you seen yourself dressed?" He started working Yamato's foot again, rubbing the tension out of Yamato's muscles. "Then I thought about it a bit and realised digging into the nature of my feelings isn't really important if the only person I can think about is you. Only I did end up obsessing over it. A lot. And I just figured – I probably always felt like this. Since way back when. With how life went, everything we have… I think I was just distracting myself too much to notice. Also," he finished with a cheeky smile. "You are way too sexy."
"You think that?"
It caught Taichi off guard – to hear Yamato ask something like that. He never thought blonde-bombshell Yamato would have doubts in this field.
"I told you, Yama, you are the sexiest son of bitch I've ever met."
"Yamato," he corrected – just to be a prick. "… It's different when you say it."
It was Taichi's turn to be a prick and he added one, stuck-out tongue, "Yamato, every time you wiggle your tail, another man comes out of the closet."
Yamato pushed Taichi's tongue back into his mouth along with his own. Fluffy, sloppy snogging ensued.
"And Taichi?"
Taichi made and inexplicable noise at the back of his throat while trying to catch Yamato's tongue again –outside of their mouths this time. Yamato chose to interpret it as 'yeah?'
"What's with 'Kitten'?"
Mouth opened, mouth closed, and Taichi stammered for a good whole minute before resulting to his secret weapon again: those big, wide, warm puppy eyes Yamato, with his love of canines, couldn't resist. "Can I? It's cute and sexy…"
Lucky for him, it worked wicked-well.
"Not in public."
"Yay!" Taichi rolled over Yamato and buried his face in Yamato's lengthening hair, rubbing and scratching behind Yamato's ears the same way Taichi did with his cat. "Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty!"
"Get off of me, Taichi!"
Yamato tried pushing Taichi off, but the effort he put in it was far too lacking. He gave up and let Taichi turn him into Taichi's favourite new Calico for the best part of an hour before Taichi had to pee.
When Taichi finally got off and went to the bathroom, Yamato's surprisingly-not-limping footsteps followed him into the blue-tiled room.
Yamato's eyes raked over Taichi's toned body. Sweat beads lined glistening tracks from Taichi's broad shoulders to the small of his tan back.
"Taichi?"
"Yeah?"
Nails dug into the flesh of Taichi's thighs. "I want to overdose on you like addiction to narcotics. I want to wear your skin. I want to make my bed inside your grey matter and never leave the sheets." They ascended, flaking bits of Taichi's skin all the way to his flanks. Yamato's cold hands curled and hugged Taichi's waist. He gave Taichi a soft squeeze, released, and trailed his palm down the palpable definition of Taichi's abdomen, through the curls of his bush, and all the way down to Taichi's cock.
"Taichi…?" whispered a tender voice down Taichi's ear and made all the hairs on his neck stand.
"Yeah…?"
"Can I watch you pee?"
If his dick weren't held hostage, Taichi would have had a canvas copy of his face printed on the ceiling and his actual face smashed up from hitting said ceiling.
"What?! Why?!"
"Don't you think it's very erotic?"
Abusing his newly found position as Taichi's "kitten", and with his rock-star charisma, Yamato managed to make watching someone take a piss sound like a completely valid course of action. Like Taichi was the one overreacting to this perfectly normal request.
'You're cheating again, Yama!'
"To see the person closest to you when they're most vulnerable? The proof of trust?"
"I don't think that's normal for most people, Yamato…"
"Most people don't understand love the way we understand love." Yamato snuggled up to Taichi's shoulder, kissing a route down Taichi's back. "Please? I want to love everything that comes out of you."
Because he meant it, Yamato's way of reasoning was quickly and meticulously depriving Taichi of resistance.
"Only if you promise it's only my piss you get to see."
Yamato nodded and sat on the small stool between Taichi and the rolling paper, inspecting Taichi's dick like he expected Santa Clause to pop out of it at any moment and deliver him gifts.
Having someone stare at him while trying to do number one would rank pretty high on Taichi's 'Things I Never Thought I'll Do' list and it took him longer than usual to get his business flowing. Apparently, it was shy. Of course, Yamato's stare could make most people cower before him, so having this fact also apply to people's body parts made a lot of internal sense.
But, finally – relief.
Out of nowhere, Yamato latched his mouth unto the side of Taichi's cock, as farther away from the stream as possible. And that was it. He just stayed there.
Taichi stared at the blonde head attached to him, but Yamato seemed pretty damn content with continuing to do whatever bizarre task he set for himself.
Yamato's thin and dexterous fingers, which were playing a bit with Taichi's bollocks, moved to the back and enjoyed themselves with trailing Taichi's sculpted bum cheeks. Yamato was having a wicked good fun, wasn't he?
One naughty digit slipped between Taichi's warm globes and cupped a feel of his sweet, sweet butt hole.
Taichi jumped a mile into the air. Yamato didn't try applying pressure, but Taichi's backside was still on 'No entry – trespassers will be shot. Survivors will be shot again' mode.
When he was about to pull Yamato up and throw him out, though, he saw one confused blonde and a tiny yellow droplet running down Yamato's chin.
"Fuck, Yamato! I am so sorry!"
Taichi frantically tore off bits of toilet paper and tried wiping off Yamato's face.
He didn't know how it happened, but somehow Yamato found himself trying to dodge Taichi's assault of tissues while, having very mixed 'eeew' feelings about that single sample of urine clinging to his jaw. Fuck.
"Stop it already!" He rejected Taichi's hand when it almost hit his eye and yanked the toilet paper out of Taichi's fingers to wipe his face by himself, and without the dangers of Taichi's poorly coordinated assistance. "It's my fault anyway."
But Taichi was still skipping from foot to foot, so Yamato raised his arm for Taichi to grab it and help him up.
"A hot shower could be nice now."
The idea spoke eloquently to Taichi's sticky thighs and back. With a wicked grin he took Yamato's hand and lifted him to his feet.
Hand in hand, they walked into the adjacent washing room. It was a standard, minimalistic thing: a washing stool, a douche head, and a square bath. In other words, if Taichi and Yamato got a bit frisky in here and raised some havoc, the world of interior design wouldn't suffer much of a blow.
While Taichi brushed his teeth in front of the cabinet mirror, Yamato pulled out a clean wash-cloth and started filling the bath with steamy water.
Taichi's upper back was bedecked with deep scratch marks and the purple suckling blotches on his shoulder stood out even against his tan. The sight made Yamato's lips stretch up from one ear to next year.
Sighing in the face of the stupendous levels he hit on the trash-o-metre, Yamato went over to Taichi and clung to his back. He brushed his fingers against the hollow crescents he stapled into Taichi's flesh, nibbled on Taichi's ear a bit for good measure, and Inhaled all that sex-sweat.
'Yum.'
When Yamato straightened his gaze, Taichi's reflection smiled back at him from the mirror and moved its hand behind him to caress Yamato's thigh softly. They looked good together. They really, really did.
A train of hickies scaled the extent of Yamato's neck. When he ran a finger over the bruised skin, Taichi made the stupidest face, all chuffed and self-satisfied. He marked Yama. 'Fucking terrific.'
"Brown suits you."
Yamato draped an arm over Taichi, his palm finding a place to rest on Taichi's chest, and watched their bodies meld; skins of milk on coffee.
"Yeah, it does."
With that same naughty digit of his, he smoothed the length of Taichi's spine, watching the strong muscles squaring Taichi's neck tense in anticipation. He still let Yamato play around with him. He didn't even wiggle away when Yamato slipped a finger between his buns and tickled Taichi's tender ring.
With a small kiss to Taichi's left temple, Yamato dipped his index only an itty bit deeper inside Taichi, passing the tight threshold only as far as his nail went. Just seeing Taichi's cute reactions made Yamato melt away into a gooey puddle!
Taichi's firm tush twitched this way and that, round and round, but Taichi didn't say anything and didn't try to escape this time.
"Will you stop fucking around?" Taichi's mouth morphed into a perfectly symmetrical crescent. "I wanna touch me some wet Yama."
When Taichi made the half swirl to grab Yamato's arm and… extract it out of his bum, he caught on to the deep, sexy scratch marks lining his back; Yamato's stinging and kinky territorialism.
Thoroughly amused and fully understanding what riled Yamato up so much, Taichi dragged the misfit under the shower. They stood face to face and Taichi turned the tap on the lukewarm stream till it slammed into them.
Taichi picked up the cloth and dragged the rag down Yamato's spine, circled one of Yamato's hips, went over the curve of his soft buttocks, and slipped it, serpentine, between Yamato's thighs in slow, seductive motions – cleaning him properly and pulling their bodies closer in the process.
Yamato wrapped his arms around Taichi's neck. He buried his face in the crook leading to Taichi's shoulder and lifted one toned leg up to grant Taichi easier access. Dutifully, Taichi climbed into the cleft between Yamato's cheeks and wiped his pucker in slow, circular motions.
Once making sure Yamato was squeaky-clean on all fronts, and backs, Taichi threw his head back into the warm stream and got some de-funking for himself as well.
When he returned, Yamato braved the sheets of water cascading over them. He ran his hands through Taichi's thick curtain of hair as it fell past his shoulders, stroking soothing caresses into Taichi's scalp. He leaned back for a moment to appreciate Taichi in full.
"You're so pretty, 'Chi."
Somehow, after a total ofthreehours of sex, those five words, that one sentence,was the trigger which made Taichi aware his face could spark up blush as fast as Yamato's.
"Are you trying to kill me, Yamato?"
"I'm trying to bed you."
Vapour still rolled from the bath of steaming water when Taichi turned off the shower's tap and led them into the adjacent tub… while singing "Rub-a-dub-dub, 'Chi and Yama in the Tub."
"Yamato."
"Yamato doesn't fit the rhythm and – mmph."
Yamato shoved himself into Taichi's mouth and smothered it with his own till their tongues matched. Someone had to shut Taichi up.
Soaking in the water's warmth, the next half hour was spent cleaning their bodies from soapbuds and bubble-flowers. Taichi washed Yamato's hair, starting at the sensitive canals behind Yamato's ears. Very gently, Taichi twined his fingers around fine strands and lathered shampoo into them till the soap was frothing in bubbles.
And Yamato was completely his.
First to climb out of the bath was Taichi and he did it begrudgingly. He hated every single second during which he had to push Yamato off him. He hated disturbing Yamato, period. And seeing Yamato the way he was now was too uncommon. Gone was that pissed off frown that usually flittered over Yamato's mouth or the little furrows in his brow which indicated he was overthinking things. Right now, the world can sit on a pike and Yamato won't budge a single millimetre. He was the liquefied embodiment of all things "mush".
Unlike Yamato, though, Taichi wasn't sitting comfortably on someone else and didn't have a chest to lean against or a shoulder to doze off on. Taichi got cramps in his arse. Plus, his fingers got all wrinkly and it freaked him out a bit.
To be fair, though, it wasn't all bad for Yamato. Before Taichi snatched himself a towel, wet rivulets rolled down his bare chest and his entire naked, chiselled body glistened with water. Yamato couldn't stop staring for the life of him.
With the buckets he salivated over him, there was no way for Taichi not to notice. Taichi winked at Yamato and dragged the towel over his body in a sluggish pace while shaking his tasty-looking booty to an imaginary beat. He turned around and bent over to give Yamato a good show before trying to pull off towel-gymnastics. It was when Taichi shoved the poor cloth between his legs and started humping it, male-stripper style, that Yamato got depressed.
"You can stop sexuality assaulting my towel now. You killed it. The mood is officially RIP."
"Boo, Yamato. Boo!"
Yamato eyed him, prettily subduing the hints of smiles, and stood from where he was sitting, disturbing the water.
"How do I smell? Still like sperm?"
Taichi grabbed Yamato's hips to keep Yamato still while Taichi smelled him. Belly button, abdomen, arms, shoulders, neck. "You smell like a fresh, gay baby." He got inside Yamato's mouth and licked the interior of his cheek. "Taste like sperm, though. Brush your teeth."
Yamato pushed him off. "So, do you want breakfast?" He leaned over to unplug the drain. He rarely used the bath so there was no point in leaving the water there to attract bacteria.
"You taking the piss? You can barely stand. You'll burn your pubes off. I don't want you even remotely associated with fire right now," Taichi slapped Yamato's arse to demonstrate his point. "Let me. I'll make your favourite!"
Rejecting the offer was hard. While Taichi didn't cook often, he was the unconquerable breakfast king.
"Alright. Go on then. Move your fat arse out of my eyes."
When Taichi moved to pick up his boxers, Yamato slapped Taichi's butt – because petty retribution.
Taichi did one last, little bum-jiggle at Yamato's face. "It's not fat – it's cushioned for pushin', baby." He slipped into his jeans and exited the shower with one final, cheeky smile.
In the kitchen, Taichi stood over the countertop, cutting apples and bananas into a small bowl before pouring in exactly 100 ml of none-sweetened yogurt he sprinkled with muesli. A pinch of cinnamon and black pepper, and he was good to go! Just what Yama liked best. Of course, Yama didn't tell anyone something so fruity was his favourite. The official claim was that he ate miso soup every morning or something with bitter black coffee on the side.
Oh, and what a coincidence, a Yama was growing out of his shoulder right now. With a whiff of a familiar, tingly scent, the Yama planted his chin on said shoulder and peeked over it to see what Taichi was doing. He also wrapped his arms around Taichi when the later was washing dishes, sweetly nipping a ticklish spot under Taichi's ear. He brushed his lips against Taichi's sun-kissed nape – that one really made Taichi shiver.
"You like it, Taichi, huh?" Yamato cooed into Taichi's ear and ran one wicked finger Taichi simply couldn't ignore, down his spine.
When Taichi turned around, he saw Yamato bring the two just-a-bit-too-long sleeves of Taichi's previously discarded shirt to his nose and give them a happy sniff before sashaying away towards the staircase. Swaying his hips in a way which made his bum jump and dance from side to side. Oh, and he had nothing on him except Taichi's shirt.
He disappeared somewhere on the upper floor before Taichi gave one last, exasperated glare at the knife and cutting board still littering the sink, and obediently followed Yamato's invitation. Really, Taichi didn't even know a man's bum can do that! Damn jiggles…
The view meeting Taichi upstairs was Yamato bent over the back of the sofa with that damn jiggly thing of his pointing sky-high in a perfect, feline-esque angle.
Sex. Of course.
When he saw Taichi, Yamato lifted the hem of his shirt so that his arse was in full, shameless view and slapped it. He let it bounce prettily for a bit before holding it parted to indicate he would really appreciate getting fucked in it. This was far beyond his control. One taste of Taichi, and his prostate was insatiable – always wanting more.
The moment Taichi was near enough, Yamato reached back, took Taichi's hands, and guided them to his rump.
"Again? You sure you're all right?" Taichi asked, honestly concerned, while squeezing the buns he was offered. Yamato was a bit crazy, somewhat greedy – and fucking hot.
"I've waited nine bloody years, Taichi. That's almost half my lousy life. So get these off, get it up, get it in, and let's get it on."
"You a sex maniac or something?"
Yamato ground against Taichi's crotch, pushing harder into the bulge that was growing to greet him.
"Are you?"
Taichi fisted Yamato's hips on both sides. "Probably, yeah. You know, showing me your pucker like this is practically a mating call," Taichi, thrusting gently against Yamato.
"And what does this look like to you, exactly? I want to mate, mate."
Wearing his shirt, Yamato had Taichi's scent all over his body. Then there was that way the slender curve of his shoulder peeked over the fabric, white on white. Like Yamato belonged to Taichi. This concept got Taichi right back up sure as any dry-humping. Yamato was just an oversized cat in the height of mating season Taichi wanted to spoil.
Taichi groaned. He didn't even bother taking off the trousers he worked so hard to get in to. They just hang around his hips and showed the top of his arse while he went in for sloppy seconds and generously took Yamato from behind.
Since Yamato was already so loose, as well as leaky-moist and well-lubed from all the cum remnants inside him, Taichi started with a heavy pounding from the get go, giving Yamato what he wanted for ten minutes. Up until he filled Yamato with more seed. When Taichi was pulling out, his dick made very satisfying squelching sounds, swimming in all the liquids Taichi filled Yamato with.
For dessert, Taichi slapped one sperm-splattered bum cheek and let Yamato lead them to the kitchen so Yamato could finally have his muesli.
They wined and dined to celebrate the day Taichi didn't try to extort or beguile breakfasts out of him, is what Yamato said after sucking on a spoon. After that, it was back to the bedroom.
The bed was a wet disaster.
'This. This is how good, proper shagging looks like.' At least as far as Taichi was concerned. He had no choice but to take off his trousers for good this time. Why did he even bother?
They dived straight back into the bed, skin and skin meeting under the cold sheets; plains welcoming curves. Yamato could lie here for the rest of his life and do nothing except solve Taichi-related geometry problems. Changing sheets and retaking that shower could be postponed.
Taichi's leg was bent on the mattress and Yamato lay on it –Taichi's spent cock mushing against Yamato's hip. Taichi's arm was trapped under Yamato's weight, but Taichi used the position to stroke Yamato's bum.
From the edge of his eye, Yamato found yet another reason to go on living. Peeping from the mug on his night-table were the flakey remains of his weed, already neatly rolled into a beautiful joint.
Taichi followed Yamato's line of sight to find out what captivated him so much, and poked Yamato when he learnt his rival for Yamato's undivided attention was a spliffy.
"Are you really going to smoke now?"
But Yamato already had the stick well in his mouth and it was well on its way to be lit. All Taichi got was a damn pleased hum of affirmation and a damn pleased grin teamed up with it.
Yamato was also blessed enough to find the vino remains from last night. Ergo, he was now nursing both the joint and the bottle, so they were switching places between his hand and his mouth in a periodic circulation.
He took a deep, long hit from the green into his lungs and pounced on Taichi, flattening the other boy on his back with a loud "eek!"
Yamato held in all the harsh fumes until he meshed his lips with Taichi's hard enough, locking them together until the smoke passed on from his mouth to Taichi's lungs.
Initially, Taichi struggled against the searing, choking substance.
He forced himself to relax and reeled in the pain.
The smoke was passing lazily between two willing mouths.
When they needed to resupply on oxygen, Taichi let the smoke trail out of his nostrils and curl into the air. His toes were tingling too and it was kinda funny, so he giggled.
"There, now neither of us has any virginal parts left." Yamato left a small, mischievous pack on Taichi's full cheek. "Well, almost…"
From Yamato's too pleased of a face, Taichi understood the integrity of his butthole was in danger. Of course Yamato would want to even out the score. Interestingly enough, Taichi's eternal, inner adventurer was more curious about it than it was phased. Bloody hell.
Yamato propped his chin on Taichi's chest. "I want to touch you."
Since whatever Yamato wants, Yamato gets according to Taichi's book – at least for today or until Taichi remembered he had dealings with a true yob – Taichi let Yamato lie on him as they touched each other.
Yamato was absorbed in the sounds his and Taichi's hearts made through the taut muscles which pressed against him and the slick skin which overspread them, softening them for Yamato's delight. He sketched lazy, secret symbols of infinity and number eights all over Taichi with his free hand – the one that wasn't playfully playing with Taichi's spent dick. Yamato trailed the slim path of dark hairs from Taichi's pecks and all the way south to Taichi's belly button. With the pads of his fingers, Yamato went up and down Taichi's thigh. His mouth and everything in it wondered from Taichi's jaw to his ear, down his neck, to his chest, and into his lips for silent, sexy kisses.
Did Taichi always had such freakishly high body temperature or was it the sex? He was like a human furnace. Winter with Taichi would be perfect if Yamato'd get him to have sex with him again. Taichi's hair also smelled fantastic and Yamato burrowed his nose in it.
The gentle fondling gave Taichi gooseflesh. "Yamato?"
A hum of acknowledgement.
"If you'll continue doing this, I'll fuck you again."
"If that was a threat – you failed," but Yamato stopped anyway and lay sprawled over Taichi instead.
"Twat." Taichi gave them a few more minutes of shameless hedonism before asking the one question which remained. "So now what? Like, how do we call 'us'?"
"Whatever. We are what we are to each other. Not everything has to be defined."
"But I want to…" Taichi buried his face in the pillow, taking cover from the shame all this rubbish sentimentality coming out of him brought. He wouldn't go with the conventional stuff, though. 'Boyfriend' didn't describe what they were to each other. It was nowhere near.
"What do you want, Taichi…?"
With a freshly grown grin of an utter loon, Taichi turned back to face Yamato, who seemed like he was straining his mental-abs for the reality which was about to hit him. "Well, seeing as the sex is so good I can't find my left testicle yet, and you probably ruined me for anyone else, and since I've been sporting the urge to murder anyone who got near you in the last two weeks, and since you're my best friend, and since you have gay-formed me, and most importantly – since my dick loves you and I don't even remotely have an interest in doing any of this with someone else …" he gave Yamato a look that spelt anticipation – from all sides and backwards as well.
Heavy blushing ignited Yamato's face. "… It's not like I want to sit on any other cock…"
"Best-friend-boyfriends?"
Instead of consent, Taichi received silence. Did… Did he not make it clear to Yamato how stupidly into him he was? Taichi flipped so he could lie on his stomach and subconsciously searched for parts of Yamato's body beneath the sheets.
"It's not that I don't want to…" Yamato thumped his head back into his pillow. He moved his fringe aside and continued this discussion with the ceiling. "But I don't know if I can be with you. Not like that."
Taichi's eyebrows kinda sank and painted angry 'V's on his face. "What does that mean?"
Yamato closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they looked back at Taichi, serious and as sad as Yamato would ever let on. "I can't take options away from you. I can't bind you. You've seen my dad. What if I end up like him? Or worse, what if I'll hurt you too much and you'll leave? Shit, what if I'll hurt you and you won't leave?"
Taichi slapped his palms on his face and growled. When he removed them, his eyes were shut and he counted up to ten. "Yamato… Do me a fucking favour and don't coddle me. I am a twenty year old man."
"I know..." Clogged, thin voice. The 'I'm sorry' Yamato wanted to express didn't come out of him. He didn't know what to say or how. "I just want to make your life a little bit happier, Taichi…"
"How exactly?" Taichi turned back around, blood-shot red swimming in his brown eyes. "By being a conceited arse? By treating me like I didn't fight an invasions into planet earth? Like I didn't see people get blown into bits in my fucking face? Like I didn't see my friends die? Like I didn't almost die? By telling me what I can and can't do with my life?"
Taichi threw his legs off the bed, pushed himself up, picked up his trousers, threw them back on the floor, and got back into bed, close to Yamato.
"Taichi…"
"Yamato," Taichi cut him off before Yamato'd piss him off any further, and before Taichi could possibly hurt him more than saying what he did already had. He rubbed his face with both hands and left one of them on his right eye, as if 3D objects were too much for him to process right now. "We almost lynched each other once. You won't hurt me now." He slipped his hand right back into Yamato's, rubbing small circles into Yamato's knuckles with his thumb. "You won't..."
"How do you know?"
"Because I won't let you."
Taichi made it sound easy. Yamato almost believed him. "And how would you do that…?" The truth is that Yamato lost to Taichi a long, long time ago, "…fearless leader?" And he was perfectly content with admitting defeat and falling from his grace straight into Taichi's arms. As out of his comfort zone as the whole "boyfriend" business was, it's not like he planned on spending his life with anyone other than Taichi. Besides, it's not like he wouldn't be sorely tempted to sack anyone who touched his Taichi now that Yamato had the full experience.
Taichi propped himself on his shoulder and levelled his intensity with Yamato's. "No one else makes me react like you can. You mean too much for me." He scratched his thigh and flicked off a small mosquito. "It's not like I'm gonna have a bloody happily-ever-after with some tart who's gonna know her tits from brains when she gets to know how shit went tits up for me. There's no one else waiting for me out there. And it's not about how I would do it, but how we would do it. You won't be alone in this. Yeah, some shit will happen, but we will work through it just like we always did. Nothing changed. We've been arguing on and off for years, Yamato, and then made up and learnt to be better for each other. Why the fuck would it change just because I'll be putting my dick in you monogamously? We will work on our problems like all other people who want to be together do. And I want to be with you…" He put his hand fully inside Yamato's palm. He didn't remind him of their promise this time, though – only stroked Yamato's skin, back and forth, not asking for anything. "I want you…" He added, somehow more quiet than before. "Besides, you are not Hiroaki Ishida. You are Yamato Ishida. You may be an anti-social case, but you put your friends above anything else. It's right there on your crest, blud."
The edges of Yamato's mouth formed a shy little smile and he nodded. It was very cute.
"We work, Yamato. So, this is going to work for the same reason it worked yesterday, a month ago, and nine years ago."
"Which is?"
"You're crazy compliments my crazy."
"…"
Taichi flipped on his back again, wrapped Yamato up in a hug and lifted him to Taichi's chest. "You're a great, big silly."
"Shut up…"
"So best friend-boyfriends, Yama?"
"Definitely best-friend-boyfriends." Yamato tightened his hold on Taichi. "I want you too…"
Taichi's spare hand tangled within the yellow threads and he inhaled the delicate aroma of Yamato's hair before burying his entire nose in it. "You need someone to lose control with..."
The same hand drifted between Yamato's legs and closed around his limp member, while Taichi put on a filthy, face-splitting smile. "Plus, I'm gonna keep you very well milked."
But his absolute giddiness was replaced when the fine details Taichi pushed to the back of his mind till now finally needed to be hauled to the limelight. "Wait, things aren't gonna change, right?"
"Not really." Yamato shrugged. "It doesn't really matter how we call our relationship – I have zero will to lose you as my best friend. The shagging part's just a natural extension to what we've always been doing, is the way I see it. This," Yamato wagged his finger between their respective genitals, "will mostly be the same gig, but with intense, limit-breaking sexual games and wicked-good, bed-damaging banging on the side. Like, we'll still hang out, play video games, and all that jazz – just… starkers."
"I can live with that!"
"Congratulations!" Yamato laughed. "We are officially part of Mother Nature's anti-reproduction vaccine against over-population! The latest product of biological evolution and epigenetics! We continue saving the world and stabilizing humanity's survival odds one butt sex at a time! Good on us."
"Well, we're the Chosen ones for a reason."
Taichi positioned the back of his hand against his forehead dramatically, before moaning like the protagonist of a Greek tragedy. "Oh, but I can already hear the women folk shedding tears in mourn over the passing of my penis' whorish ways."
Yamato pinched him. "Let them burn."
Taichi laughed, hard– as in almost fell off the bed laughing – and made that cheeky, lopsided grin of his happen, the one Yamato couldn't help himself from tracing with his fingers. "There it is…"
"What…?"
"The smile I fell in love with."
"Now who sounds cheesy?" Taichi punched Yamato's arm, but let their 'ooh-huh's die down. "Can I say something and you won't freak out?"
"Try me."
"I can see myself building a home with you."
Yamato's mouth folded into itself. He yanked the pillow from under his head and smashed it on his face, wheezing through the goose feathers.
Taichi poked Yamato's side to make sure he was still alive. "Are you freaking out?'"
Yamato wiggled his hand sideways, making the 'so-so' sign. "Not so much freaking out as simply untrained with these situations."
"I mean," Taichi went on without breaks on his mouth, "I can really see myself making your favourite dish after you had a bad day or getting you to do laundry while I mop the floors." His smile broadened, "and I want you to take care of me when I'm sick, be extra nice to me, pamper me, and be my teddy bear. Then we could get stupidly competitive playing co-op on the PS and go to sleep. Things like that. We'll get old and sane and plain together."
Emerging from his hideout, Yamato threw his pillow at Taichi's smug face. "Not helping!" He sat up and kissed Taichi again – really, really hard. "Don't change…"
"If you won't." Taichi was as happy as the crazed cinnamon bun he truly can be. He very much intended to capitalise on that happiness while it was still possible. Before the next disaster. He turned around and leaned back into Yamato's chest, ass to dick. Taichi snuggled up to Yamato and let Yamato's strong arms wrap him in an embrace. It was hesitant at first, but more balls-y after a minute. Taichi felt very safe and comfortable in Yamato's arms.
There was this odd notion that bonked Yamato's brain and it had something to do with kissing Taichi's brow and pretending it never happened. Taichi was the spitting image of his eleven year old self and that was adorable. Taichi is the most adorable fucker! Yes, yes he is! For reasons of self-worth, however, Yamato refrained. There is only so much fluff he can take before he starts feeling smothered or nauseous. They had sex, they had some more sex, they had aftercare, they did the whole schmutzy-putzy routine. Enough was enough.
"Yamato?"
"Yeah?"
"You mean so fucking much to me."
'Goddamit, Taichi!'
Till late afternoon, Yamato let his man invade his body and take him as many times as Taichi wanted to; needed to. They easily went for rounds two and three. It's not like Taichi came each time – even he didn't have that much stamina, but he felt gratified. It was emotionally beneficial.
Here and there Taichi had in his arms a slumbering Yamato.
There was a lot of orgasming and laughing and laughing and orgasming and some almost passing out noises Yamato wouldn't have imagined he'd ever make and which made him start thinking all this "building home" business, with his man, may not be too bad. Yup, his man.
When round four was over, Yamato slumped against Taichi's chest and they lay there, with each other, for maybe a naked hour, listening to daylight silence, sort of inappropriately innocent, and complete.
With he soft side of his thumb, Taichi traced the line from Yamato's jaw to his neck, to the junction where his spine met his nape, to his shoulder and back up in reverse.
The gate to the Digital World may close one day, never to be opened again, and there will be no going back to those days, but even then, like this is more than enough.
It's not like they were perfect. Nothing's perfect. And it's perfectly fine. That's how it should be.
The best part about this was not the sex, but being a part of something bigger called life. Somewhere along the line, they were allowed to meet each other, merge, and create an egg from which something new would hatch.
It wasn't some crack-shit fairy-tale of the happily-ever-after variety. It wasn't a story. Yamato didn't want to be a story. He wanted it to be real. Real and unadulterated.
Those precious things they both wanted…
'Maybe… '
By the simplest terms, by the most casual procedures and convenient definitions – they just 'were'. They just belonged.
Same as it was when they were children, in a world of their own making they used to call a home, and had a life no one could touch.
Beeswax candles – Beesawax has a very high melting point compared to other types of candles, so it's broiling upon contact with the skin. People who practice BDSM would never normally use them.