Tada Chapter 11!Wow...I've written eleven chapters of this fic. Doesn't seem like that many...oh well!!! I've got a clear picture of where I'm going with this now. Even knows how this is gonna end!*breaks up into evil laughter*
Ahem anyways I'm gonna stop talking before I give it all away.....heehee...

Warning: If ya thought this fic was twisted before be prepared for the squick(squirm and say ick) factor to go up a couple of notches. Hoo boy and I gonna have fun! *Laughs evilly*

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Koushiro sighed as he shut the door to the apartment. This day had felt much longer then most. He kept worrying about Yamato. The older boy had a tendency to stay composed through most situations and things would have to get really bad before he'd break down. So Koushiro worried about what could have happened. Something involving either Takeru or Taichi was most likely, considering Yamato's past break downs in emotion. Of course he'd always just panicked or become angry. Never before had he just......cried. At least not to his knowledge anyways.

*What shall I do....*

He wondered as he went down the hallway to his room. He half hoped Yamato was gone so he wouldn't have to be involved in this but then he would worry if Yamato was gone. He paused at the door, knocked slightly then opened the door quietly. Yamato was still there and had apparently fallen asleep. Koushiro walked in and put his things on the desk, glancing every so often towards Yamato to make sure he didn't wake up.

*He looked terrible this morning and that's saying something for him. He needs some sleep.*

He would have left the room but his parents insisted he have his homework done before they got home. So he sat down at the computer and tried to work quietly. Seemed he didn't do so well keeping quiet when he heard a sound behind him.

"Koushiro?" Yamato croaked, his voice horse from crying so long.

"Hey... you feeling any better?" Koushiro asked, turing around on the desk chair.

Yamato shook his head but avoided looking at his friend. He obviously wasn't feeling better. Koushiro sighed and scooted over to the bed rolling the chair across the floor. He stopped in front of Yamato and caught his friends eye.

"It's okay if your not Yamato. I may not know what's wrong but I know it's unhealthy to pretend there isn't. While I don't sujest crying anymore. It's obvious you've done enough of that I do suggest talking to someone about it. That sometimes helps. I'm not asking you to tell me but just... someone." Koushiro said trying to comfort his friend in some manner.

He might not be as out going as the rest of the digidestined or as vocal but he always tried to be there for them. Hence the open door policy for anyone needing quiet space and a friend to ignore them. Though he didn't know why he wasn't ignoring Yamato.

*He doesn't need to be alone with this. That's all I know. Don't know how I know just do.......now that's funny. Me relying on a feeling instead of fact.*

Yamato glanced up at him looking just a bit confused but nodded with just the faintest hint of a smile. Koushiro grinned back then pushing with his feet sailed across the room back to the desk. He grabbed some books from his backpack and tossed then at a startled Yamato.

"That's all the work you missed today. You can stay here and do it if you want. I don't mind." He said before turning back to his computer.

The blonde didn't move for a bit then he heard Yamato opening one of the texts with a sigh.

"Got a pencil?"

~~~~~~~~~~Take-chan(Ah my favourite little pervert/slut/freak)

Takeru watched the street from his apartments front window, wondering when Yamato was going to get back. He was really worried now! Not that he hadn't been before but somehow this seemed worse. It was now eight 0'clock and Yamato hadn't shown up. He didn't have band practice nor did he even go to school so detention was out of the question.

*Where is he, where is he, where is he!!!!.....oh..there he is...*

Yamato had just walked around the corner with Koushiro beside him. Takeru slapped his forehead at his own stupidity. All the digidestined knew that if someone was upset and trying to get away from people they went to Koushiro's. He wouldn't bug you and you could just mope away no problem.

He took in Yamato's tired slouch and the slightly pained pinch around his eyes and felt a stab of guilt. That was because of what they'd done. He knew it but shoved the guilt aside. He wasn't going to think like that if he could help it.

*Yamato is mine and he's going to Stay mine...*

The two boys paused as Koushiro said goodbye, then Yamato turned and entered the building. Takeru restrained himself from running to meet Yamato and instead turned to his mother who was in the kitchen cooking dinner.

"Mom, Yamato's back!" He said cheerfully.

"Oh good. I was starting to get worried." She said setting a plate on the table.

When he came in their Mom hustled him over to the table. It wasn't often that she got to cook for them both during weekdays and she loved the experience. Yamato sat down at the table quietly not looking at Takeru. He answered any questions put to him but kept his replies short. Eventually their Mom gave up trying to talk and lapsed into confused silence.

"Well I rented a movie to watch to celebrate us alll being here. Is that okay?" She asked after dinner had been cleared away.

Yamato shrugged and slouched onto the couch.

"Of course Mom, sounds like fun!" Takeru chirped happily not wanting her to worry.

She nodded and smiled at her youngest son and put the movie on. Takeru took advantage of the situation completely and sat next to Yamato, using him as a back rest and stretching his feet out along the couch. Yamato stiffened but didn't say anything.

"I'll go make popcorn during the previews okay?" Their Mom said disappearing into the kitchen once more.

"Takeru...don't lean on me...."Yamato said quietly sounding distinctly uncomfortable.

"Why not?" Takeru asked tilting his head so he look Yamato in the eye.

"Because..." He trailed off, glancing at Takeru his expression unhappy.

"Well I'm not not going to." Takeru replied smiling sweetly leaning up a bit to kiss Yamato quickly,

"So deal."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Yamato

The movie had been uncomfortable to say the least. Takeru had been quite smug the entire time. Yamato really hadn't been able to do much with his Mom around. By the time the movie was over he'd been exhausted. He'd detached himself from Takeru and got ready for bed hoping that Takeru wasn't going to push things.

Takeru finished before him and was all ready in bed by the time he'd emerged from the bathroom.

"Yamato?" Takeru asked quietly.

He ignored him and continued walking towards the futon. He was not going to allow himself to give in again. He'd stay focused and refuse every advance. Then a hand snaked out and grabbed the sleeve of his pajama's as he walked by the bed.

"Yamato? Just... stay with me? Onegai?" Takeru asked pulling Yamato towards the bed.

He was shaking his head but didn't pull back. Takeru finally managed to pull him down to the bed and wrapped the blankets around them both. The smaller blonde snuggled up against Yamato's side, resting his head on his shoulder.

"Thank you..." He said closing his eyes.

*This is Wrong! You shouldn't let him do this...you shouldn't encourage him!*

His mind screamed as it soon became obvious Takeru wasn't quite ready to sleep yet. His hands stroked Yamato's skin gently along his sides and stomach, going lower. He closed his eyes tightly as Takeru's fingers closed around him. This wasn't right but he couldn't find the ability to stop him. Just one please or one pleading look and he could not say no. He never could as long as his little brother had been alive.

"Please?" Takeru whispered against the fabric of Yamato's pajama's and he knew what Takeru was asking.

He nodded once and Takeru leaned back onto the bed pulling Yamato on top of him.

"Kiss me again?" Takeru asked using those blue eyes to cast away any reservations Yamato had.

Though they still wailed and fought against the wrongness of the situation Yamato detached himself once again from them as he lowered his lips to Takeru's.

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When I first wrote this I freaked myself out. Now as I reread trying to fix problems in grammer and such, failing but trying, I'm laughing. I really have turned sadistic. Sigh. Oh well I have fun!! Right now I'm even working on a new fic that's so terribly twisted it'll put this fic to shame... I hope. You guys hope? Well when it's done I'll post it. Until then I'm still re posting everything. Lalala... R&R O-negai!!!