Title: Unholy Desires
Characters: Taichi, Yamato, Vamdemon||Ship: Taichi x Yamato
Chapters: 2-20||Words: 2,079||Story: 4,361
Genre: Supernatural, Romance||Rated: PG
Challenges: Diversity Writing, Digimon Adventure 02 Firestarter/Healer AUs, J13, 2,000+ wpc; what-if: What if Yamato were bitten by Vamdemon?
Notes: Okay, here we go. This isn't just a Firestarter/Healer AU. This is also a breeds AU & an alternate timeline: set in season one, but Jou is 15, Taichi, Yamato, & Sora are 14, Mimi & Koushirou are 13, and Takeru is 11. THe breed-Chosen aren't aware of their nature as of yet.
Summary: One quick bite was all that it took and not only do the Chosen have a new foe to fight, forged from one of their own, but Taichi must deal with an attraction he never expected.

Taichi jerked his hands away and stared at Yamato. Or what had been Yamato. Vampires weren't human anymore – at least that was what the books and movies always said. He'd read and watched a few of them, usually when he had nothing better to do with his time or when Hikari wanted to. For all of her gentleness, she had a definite taste for the darker side of entertainment.

Anyway, that wasn't the point now. The point was that Vamdemon did something to Yamato and he was going to have to figure out a way to stop it or undo it or whatever.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the faintest idea on how he would be able to do that. Nothing he remembered ever said how to change a vampire back into a human.

"Yamato," he murmured, trying to see if there was anything that remained of his friend in there. "Settle down."

Yamato's laser-like gaze cut into him. "I said it before. I'm not Yamato. I might have been but I'm not now. I'm Anbumon." he tilted his head, as if looking somewhere else, but his eyes never left Taichi. "Your Yamato doesn't exist anymore. I think Master killed him when he made me."

Taichi shuddered at the words. "No, he didn't." He wasn't going to believe that. He couldn't believe that.

Though, Gabumon wasn't much more than an egg now, so what did that really mean? Maybe someone else would know. He didn't.

"If you won't let me feed off of you, I'll have to find someone else," the creature wearing Yamato's face said. He cast a few glances around as if looking for someone else there. Taichi clenched his fists, his fires flickering stronger and stronger.

He wasn't going to let this happen. This was his friend. This was the person that he'd wanted to be his Healer. Not going to happen.

Taichi threw himself forward, wrapping his arms around Yamato's waist and knocking him to the ground. "You're not going anywhere! You're hurt!" He could still see the bite marks on Yamato's neck. Just seeing those meant that he wasn't going to waste time arguing that what had happened hadn't happened.

He jerked his head around to where Takeru stood, Angemon warily guarding in front of him. "Call the others! Get them here as fast as you can!"

That would mean their partners evolving. That might draw Vamdemon's attention back here. Taichi had not the faintest idea of how much of this was what Vamdemon wanted to happen or just fallout from his lunch. He also did not care. There wasn't any way that he'd be able to keep Yamato or Anbumon or whatever he called himself down on his own. He needed Koushiro to figure out the details and maybe Jou knew something and Mimi and Sora could back him up.

A cold hand closed around his throat and jerked his head around so he stared into those ice-blue eyes. Part of his attention noticed that in the golden sea of Yamato's hair there were now black streaks. Was he going dark? That happened to Healers on occasion. Taichi hadn't ever seen it happen but he'd heard all the stories and he knew the signs.

"I need blood," Anbumon said. Taichi's heart skipped a beat or two. He wasn't demanding. He wasn't saying it to be cruel. He said it as a simple point of fact. He needed it the way Taichi suddenly needed air. "Your blood is hot but you won't let me have it. So whoever I take from tonight – it's all your fault.

Taichi knew he wasn't a Frostflame. But he froze regardless at those words. He wanted to shake his head, to deny it, but he couldn't. He had to do something to keep Yamato from running off and he couldn't let him be hurt, couldn't let him suffer. They'd gone through enough finding food in the Digital World. He didn't think this was very different. He hoped it wasn't.

Taichi stopped fighting. He could hear Takeru in the background, saying something, but the boy's voice was too low and he was too focused on the blond he'd gotten down on the ground.

"If you don't let me feed from you, then I'll go somewhere else. I'm starving, Taichi. Anbumon's other hand rested against the sided of Taichi's face, his voice a sudden low and dark purr. "Is that what you want for the one that you claim is your Healer?" A velvet chuckle that sent a shot of something else all through Taichi. "Remember the last time we were like this? When we were in the snow together?"

Oh, Taichi remembered that so very vividly. Struggling and tussling with each other over finding their friends or fighting Devimon. He'd been far too aware at the time of how close they were to each other, of how good it felt to touch Yamato and be touched by him. The fight had been important, but all of that lay under the surface. Well, maybe not the fight, but the argument itself. That had always been the core of their disagreements – Yamato wanted the group to stick together no matter what and Taichi knew they had a job to do and the two outlooks didn't always mesh even when it seemed like it should.

"You can do this for me," Anbumon's silken voice, so much like Yamato's, only darker and fuller and richer, whispered into his ear as he pulled Taichi close to him. "You can still be my Firestarter. But let's start with this. You want to help me, don't you?"

His eyes had hold of Taichi's and Taichi couldn't move. All the strength and the fury faded out of him. He not only couldn't move, he didn't think that he wanted to anymore. Somewhere he could hear Agumon and it didn't seem important. Something about getting off?

That kind of sounded like a good idea but he didn't think this was quite what Agumon meant. He'd figure out what his partner meant later. Right now he swallowed and nodded.

"Okay," he whispered, staring into sapphire-blue eyes, clouded with hunger and desire and need. "Just don't kill me."

That got a chuckle from Anbumon. "Why would I do that? You're going to be more fun for me alive." His hand slid around to the back of Taichi's neck and bought it down before tilting to one side and then there was pain and teeth and an overwhelming tide of pleasure that blacked everything else out.

Vamdemon smiled. He could feel the presence of his spawn. He wasn't sure of what the other was doing but he knew that the spawn was out there somewhere.

I did wonder if the bite would be enough. His library consisted not just of tomes involving Digital sorcery but tales of vampires from other worlds. He enjoyed reading and learning about those who shared certain of his tastes, and learning what methods could be used to dispose of them. He had plans should any of those 'vampire hunters' attempt to harm him.

He also had the occasional thought on what he might do if he ever met another vampire that wasn't of his won creation. He would perhaps not be averse to a bit of an alliance. But the future would see if that worked out.

For now he kept a bit of his awareness on the Chosen he'd made his own and with the rest of his power, he wove a message to cross in between worlds. He knew of the way that time was different between this place and the Digital World. Many of his books had spoken of it, and he'd received information from Devimon in years before concerning that. This time difference helped make it possible for the existence of their offspring.

It might have also been useful if they'd been able to raise their children themselves. Vamdemon could not quite imagine such a world and did not waste his time on it. He would have his son regardless. His son and his spawn – but that would come later. Now he spun the message. He could not say when Piemon would receive it, but it would be useful.

It was a simple message: I have found your elder son. He is my spawn now. I will bring him once I've defeated the Chosen.

Nothing more needed to be said. Piemon would not be able to respond, though Vamdemon long suspected that the evil clown could and did watch the human world as easily as he did the Digital World. As powerful as he was, Piemon was far, far more so, and his power manifested in too many ways for even Vamdemon, his former student, to be certain of.

When the message was finally on its way, Vamdemon settled back down. His servants still roamed the city searching for the Eighth Child. They would return with information – likely of failure, he didn't have great faith in any of them aside for Tailmon. She, at least, could be useful on occasion. She'd learned under excruciating pain what would happen if she wasn't.

We don't yet know where the Eighth Child's partner is, either. Without the partner, the Child was little more than a human, unable to do anything, even something as simple as defend themselves. Vamdemon considered his options on dealing with them. Before the events of tonight, he'd considered simply killing them and being done with it.

Now he had a spawn who would need training in how to be a hunter. He had a spawn who would need to be taken care of. He couldn't be certain of how having Piemon's blood in their veins would affect being his spawn but he quite looked forward to finding out.

I like spicy food, Anbumon deciding as he sucked Taichi's fire-hot blood. There was such a lovely tang to it; the faintest trace of digital matter that came from months in the Digital World, but with enough of human in there to make the taste flush and rich.

He didn't take everything. He wanted to drain someone down to nothing but all of his instincts, new and raw and harsh as they were, told him that he didn't need to drain Taichi that much. Taichi shouldn't be drained down to death. It would mean that Anbumon couldn't do this again to him later and oh, he wanted to do this again later.

This and more. He kept one hand against Taichi's neck, and the other rested now against Taichi's chest, feeling his heart beating rapidly. He shifted that hand down to Taichi's stomach, enjoying the sound of Taichi's moans and mewls.

Enough. He wasn't sure of how he knew that it was enough, but he knew, and with great reluctance he pulled his fangs out, licking his lips. Then he leaned forward and licked the wounds that he'd made. Taichi shuddered, whimpering softly, his eyes glazed and unseeing. Anbumon pressed his lips against the skin, chuckling.

The besotted fool practically handed himself over with a few sweet words. If Anbumon wanted to, he could have torn the foolish Firestarter's throat clean to the bone. Not what he wanted, though, so not what he did.

"I'll see you again," he murmured, before he ghosted away from Taichi's relaxing grip. Taichi made another noise, something that could have been perceived as being a 'no' or 'stop' but Anbumon pressed him down onto the mossy ground. "Go to sleep. Wake up at sunrise. Take care of yourself."

He'd never done this before but those raw instincts whispered that this was how to take care of what was his. They weren't bonded, but the pre-bond had set in before this, and that left Taichi utterly open and vulnerable to him. Anbumon ruffled the brunet hair before he threw one mocking glance at the smaller blond and the angel.

All that had happened, happened in such a short span of time that they'd not been able to do anything. He could see their messenger in the boy's hands, but he didn't care. Let them all come. With the strength of Taichi's blood running in his veins, he would be able to take them all on.

But he could feel something else calling at him and he chose to answer that instead. He could and would deal with them later. Now, his Master called and Anbumon answered, vanishing into the night.

To Be Continued

Notes: Taichi is having a bad night. And it won't get much better before this all ends. So, anyone remembered yet that right now, Wizarmon is still alive? I can change that. He can meet his canon fate – or not. Decisions, decisions...