Author's note: Whoopee! Part three is here! This is kind of getting both fun and annoying. Who the hell ever thought of conclusions? The dang things are too hard to write. Ken knows Yama is gay. Couples are named, and two digi-destined are left without a lover. Jeez, could this be any more predictable? Oh, well. Deal with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or its characters. I screw with their lives and sexuality for my own sick pleasure (and, man, is there a lot of that) and perverseness. File suit and watch while I die laughing.
Warning: Yaoi and yuri! Finally the makeout scene. Bits and pieces of phone sex. Same sex relations. Kenato Rules! Flames feed the fire for my place in eternity. Ask my sister:)
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Author: Rae (penname)
Title: Impossible
Content: Yaoi, yuri, and Kenato
Everyone took turns calling their parents and telling them where they would be and why. Jun answered the phone at Daisuke's house and kept her brother on the phone for five minutes, asking questions about Yamato and his house. Taichi finally came over and disconnected the phone.
Takeru volunteered to make the popcorn. Iori followed him into the kitchen. Tai and Hyou went into matt's room to hunt out dry clothes for everybody. Koushiro and Sora snuggled into a corner of the hallway and kept each other warm.
Hikari, Daisuke, Miyako, and Ken stayed in the laundry room talking. Matt waited in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. When Ken moved back into the other room, the other boy fell into step behind him. "How did they get kicked out?"
Smiling, Ken slumped onto the couch, Yama beside him. "Some jerk called Tai a fag, pissing of T.K., Tai, Jyou, Dai, Iori, and Kari. The got into a fight with the guy and his friends when Tai kissed him."
The boy in question dropped into the chair that Ken had previously sat in. "You should have seen his face! It was priceless! Then security came, and the guy hit one of the guards. We all got shoved out into the rain. And then Izzy and I lost our keys, so we couldn't get into the cars. We were three minutes late for the bus."
"You're just bad luck, dear." Jyou sat on the arm of his boyfriends chair and pushed a wet brown lock away from chocolate eyes. "But we love you anyway."
Tai laid his head against Jyou's side and sighed. "Somebody has to. Today is -not- my day. Somebody should tell the day to take pity on me and start over." Matt raised an eyebrow and sent him a dirty look. "And I think that I should probably check on Dai and Kari, since they seem to be missing."
He got up quickly and left. Miyako came in and sat on the floor, dressed in one of Mr. Ishida's shirts and a pair of Matt's shorts. Koushiro and Sora came in, their arms wrapped around each other. The smell of popcorn drifted in from the kitchen, where Iori and T.K. could be seen kissing. Deeply.
The eldest blonde stood up. "So, what does everyone want to watch?" The entire group voted for the romantic comedy, except for Ken, who wanted the action, and Matt, who didn't vote. "Sorry, Ichijouji, looks like you've been outvoted." The other boy shrugged and scooted into a corner of the couch.
The phone rang just as the movie started. Matt took it into the hallway to answer. A second later, he came back and asked Yolie to talk to the person on the other end. She did so, disappearing around the corner. He mouthed 'Mimi' and the older children smiled. Ken nodded thoughtfully, not meeting the blue gaze that was boring into him.
Iori sat the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, and he and Takeru moved into the empty chair across from Jyou and Tai, who had returned when Matt went into the hallway. Daisuke and Hikari followed behind her brother with flushes on both of their cheeks. They laid down in the middle of the room, side-by-side. Sora and Izzy sat on the floor on the end of the couch opposite the blue-haired boy.
The lights were dimmed, and all the couples leaned into each other a little more closely. Ken fixed his eyes to the screen, not daring to look up for fear of meeting Yamato's eyes. Daisuke looked over his shoulder at his friend and noticed the determination in his eyes. Then he looked at the older boy, who was watching Ken also, and smiled.
Matt looked over and met the chocolate eyes, so like Tai's, and gestured into the kitchen. Daisuke whispered into his girlfriend's ear, and then got up. The fair boy was leaning against the counter, a pop in his hand. Neither said anything for a moment, one waiting for the other to start, the other waiting for the words to begin.
The brunette took the initiative. "Hey, Matt? How difficult was it for you to tell your father?" The older boy looked surprised by the question.
"Hard, but not really that bad. He had already given up on me being anything but a disappointment, so it wasn't that hard to spoil another of his small hopes. Why?"
"I've spoken with T.K. before, and he told me that you and your dad weren't very close." He paused, then continued. "I know that you're getting impatient, but please, don't push him. His parent's and the world expect him to be perfect. So does he. And he's been taught all of his life that being -that- way is an imperfection beyond all others."
Blue eyes met his in surprise, before understanding dawned. Then Matt nodded. "He's been really jumpy today. I've, ah, been kind of hinting, and I know he gets the message. Maybe I should slow down a little more."
"What are you two discussing?" They turned as the younger blonde stepped into the room. They looked at each other and shrugged. "Whatever! I disagree with you guys. He's always gotten away with not having to admit his faults. If he doesn't face this soon, he'll find a way to bury it like everything else. And you could make him stronger, brother. Your love and support would be a lot of help."
"Sorry to interrupt guys, but he's getting away." They turned to look at Tai, who was smiling. A glance into the living room revealed that they could be heard, very clearly. Matt swore under his breath and headed toward the laundry room.
He passed Miyako in the hallway, who was still talking to her lady love. "I wish I could see it, too! I love black silk, and I bet it would look great with just the teddy and your hair!" She smiled brightly at him as he walked by. "Maybe you could send me pictures! You'll take them now? Great! Oh, yeah. Definitely some pics with just the hair."
Yamato shut the door to the laundry room hard enough to make Ken jump and turn around quickly. "Hehe, hey, Matt!" He laughed nervously, putting his arms into the sleeves of his jacket. Matt walked to stand directly in front of him, their bodies separated by less than half an inch. "I thought that I'd see if I could catch the ten thirty."
"You were thinking that if you left now, you'd end up walking him, but pneumonia is worth getting away from me." Apprehensive violet eyes met cool blue before sliding away. "You can't run away from me forever, Ken. And, just maybe, I can help."
That didn't get the reaction he had expected. Ken's eyes flashed back to his. "Help?! This is all your fault! If it hadn't been for you, I could have simply gone on, not realizing that there was a reason that I didn't mind when both Kari and Yolie fell in love! I could have ignored the flutter that Daisuke and Takeru sent through me before I met you! And I wouldn't have to tell my parent's that their perfect little genius is a fucking fag!"
Matt was taken aback. Then he let his own anger take over, and he pushed Ken back into the dryer. "There's nothing wrong with the way you feel! Love is love, no matter who they are, or what gender they belong to. The only difference is, you don't have to worry about knocking somebody up, or being knocked up, this way! And if your parents can't accept you, then maybe they should have learned before to look beneath the image. You can't hide forever."
Both of them were breathing hard, their bodies pressed against each other, but neither noticed the sexual connotation of their position. Until Ken happened to calm his anger a little and assess the situation rapidly.
The anger and confusion still coursing through his blood, as well as more that a little frustration, both sexually and emotionally, he pulled Yamato's head down and kissed him hard and deep.
The other boy didn't respond, either negatively or positively, but Ken didn't care. He pushed his tongue through Yamato's unresisting lips and swept it once, twice, inside the other's mouth. He moved one hand through silky blonde tresses, and the other he moved down Matt's back and around to his waist.
Finally realizing what was happening, Matt opened his lips mouth wider and moved his tongue against Ken's, his hands moving down to the other's underside and pulled him more closely against him. They stayed that way until applause went up from the door. They looked up to find the rest of the digi-destined watching them.
Taichi and Daisuke were giving them thumbs up, and everyone else was looking on with sentimental and approving smiles. "You guys are so, cute together! Oh, Izzy, look at how red Ken's face is!" Sora giggled loudly.
"I guess this means that I won't have to cook next year?" Everyone groaned as Tai continued. "That only leaves ten more birthdays to poison,,, I mean, to cook for."
"Tai-chan, if you ever get within ten feet of a kitchen again, I'm putting you in a straight jacket. Permanently." Jyou put his arm around the brunette and pulled him out of the room. The others followed, leaving two blushing boys still wrapped in each other's arms.
"Hey, Matt?" Smiling blue eyes looked back at the boy in his arms. "Do you think you could get your hands off my ass?" His eyes losing their sparkle, Matt complied and stepped back uncertainly. Ken's eyes were unreadable, his face a blank mask.
*After that, he's going to deny that he likes me? This is to fucked up even for me! Nobody could kiss that way without admitting to at least themselves what they were feeling. But, then again, that's the problem. He doesn't have to admit them to me.*
"Don't look so down, Matt. It was just kind of uncomfortable standing on the tips of my toes! You're still a bit taller than I am, remember?" Yamato sighed in relief, then smiled, taking a small step in the other's direction. "But don't start thinking that we're doing that again! At least tonight."
Yama was confused, and stated as much. "Ken, either, you want me, or you don't, but this isn't a guessing game. I need to know! Please. It's your decision, but what you decide now is final."
They looked deep into each other's eyes, their own mixtures of confusion and longing. "Then there's only one choice. And I guess that my parent's will have to live with my being a boyfriend,,, who has a boyfriend."
"Really?" Matt's expression was full of joy. *So much hope! God, this is breaking me! I haven't seen that much feeling for me since,,, never. He's the first to care so much. And he's the first that I remember caring so much about what hurt them.*
"Really." The older boy hugged him tight, his arms bands around his shoulders. "Huh, Yama? I can't breathe." Immediately the arms loosened, but Matt didn't let him go.
"Sorry, Ken." They smiled at each other in complete accord. Ken pressed his lips against Matt's neck and felt when the other shuddered. "I can't breathe when you do that, either."
"Good. That's the point."
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I hope you all enjoyed that. Here's a contest for all who are interested.
Rules:
1. It must be Digimon
2.It must contain yaoi. That doesn't mean it has to center around it, but it should contain at least one yaoi/yuri mention.
3.It must be titled "the one who loved me"
4.It does NOT have to be a songfic
5. No poetry (sorry)
6. It must bash at least one girl (not including Jun, or Miyako)
7. No Daisuke bashing
8. Must include the phrase "This is the scariest thing I've ever seen. Except Tweety-bird and Mr. Rogers."
The winner can have a fic with whatever coupling and rating they want, excluding, sorry, cross-breeding. I am up for the challenge, but
please, make it something you want to read.
End Note: I do believe that I screwed up the crests. If so, I am very, very sorry. Thank you for reading
Send notification of fic entry to raegan_1@hotmail.com
End note: depending on reviews, I could make this longer. Or I could just stop writing all together. Tell me what you think, good, bad, or otherwise.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or its characters. I screw with their lives and sexuality for my own sick pleasure (and, man, is there a lot of that) and perverseness. File suit and watch while I die laughing.
Warning: Yaoi and yuri! Finally the makeout scene. Bits and pieces of phone sex. Same sex relations. Kenato Rules! Flames feed the fire for my place in eternity. Ask my sister:)
________________________________________
Author: Rae (penname)
Title: Impossible
Content: Yaoi, yuri, and Kenato
Everyone took turns calling their parents and telling them where they would be and why. Jun answered the phone at Daisuke's house and kept her brother on the phone for five minutes, asking questions about Yamato and his house. Taichi finally came over and disconnected the phone.
Takeru volunteered to make the popcorn. Iori followed him into the kitchen. Tai and Hyou went into matt's room to hunt out dry clothes for everybody. Koushiro and Sora snuggled into a corner of the hallway and kept each other warm.
Hikari, Daisuke, Miyako, and Ken stayed in the laundry room talking. Matt waited in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. When Ken moved back into the other room, the other boy fell into step behind him. "How did they get kicked out?"
Smiling, Ken slumped onto the couch, Yama beside him. "Some jerk called Tai a fag, pissing of T.K., Tai, Jyou, Dai, Iori, and Kari. The got into a fight with the guy and his friends when Tai kissed him."
The boy in question dropped into the chair that Ken had previously sat in. "You should have seen his face! It was priceless! Then security came, and the guy hit one of the guards. We all got shoved out into the rain. And then Izzy and I lost our keys, so we couldn't get into the cars. We were three minutes late for the bus."
"You're just bad luck, dear." Jyou sat on the arm of his boyfriends chair and pushed a wet brown lock away from chocolate eyes. "But we love you anyway."
Tai laid his head against Jyou's side and sighed. "Somebody has to. Today is -not- my day. Somebody should tell the day to take pity on me and start over." Matt raised an eyebrow and sent him a dirty look. "And I think that I should probably check on Dai and Kari, since they seem to be missing."
He got up quickly and left. Miyako came in and sat on the floor, dressed in one of Mr. Ishida's shirts and a pair of Matt's shorts. Koushiro and Sora came in, their arms wrapped around each other. The smell of popcorn drifted in from the kitchen, where Iori and T.K. could be seen kissing. Deeply.
The eldest blonde stood up. "So, what does everyone want to watch?" The entire group voted for the romantic comedy, except for Ken, who wanted the action, and Matt, who didn't vote. "Sorry, Ichijouji, looks like you've been outvoted." The other boy shrugged and scooted into a corner of the couch.
The phone rang just as the movie started. Matt took it into the hallway to answer. A second later, he came back and asked Yolie to talk to the person on the other end. She did so, disappearing around the corner. He mouthed 'Mimi' and the older children smiled. Ken nodded thoughtfully, not meeting the blue gaze that was boring into him.
Iori sat the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, and he and Takeru moved into the empty chair across from Jyou and Tai, who had returned when Matt went into the hallway. Daisuke and Hikari followed behind her brother with flushes on both of their cheeks. They laid down in the middle of the room, side-by-side. Sora and Izzy sat on the floor on the end of the couch opposite the blue-haired boy.
The lights were dimmed, and all the couples leaned into each other a little more closely. Ken fixed his eyes to the screen, not daring to look up for fear of meeting Yamato's eyes. Daisuke looked over his shoulder at his friend and noticed the determination in his eyes. Then he looked at the older boy, who was watching Ken also, and smiled.
Matt looked over and met the chocolate eyes, so like Tai's, and gestured into the kitchen. Daisuke whispered into his girlfriend's ear, and then got up. The fair boy was leaning against the counter, a pop in his hand. Neither said anything for a moment, one waiting for the other to start, the other waiting for the words to begin.
The brunette took the initiative. "Hey, Matt? How difficult was it for you to tell your father?" The older boy looked surprised by the question.
"Hard, but not really that bad. He had already given up on me being anything but a disappointment, so it wasn't that hard to spoil another of his small hopes. Why?"
"I've spoken with T.K. before, and he told me that you and your dad weren't very close." He paused, then continued. "I know that you're getting impatient, but please, don't push him. His parent's and the world expect him to be perfect. So does he. And he's been taught all of his life that being -that- way is an imperfection beyond all others."
Blue eyes met his in surprise, before understanding dawned. Then Matt nodded. "He's been really jumpy today. I've, ah, been kind of hinting, and I know he gets the message. Maybe I should slow down a little more."
"What are you two discussing?" They turned as the younger blonde stepped into the room. They looked at each other and shrugged. "Whatever! I disagree with you guys. He's always gotten away with not having to admit his faults. If he doesn't face this soon, he'll find a way to bury it like everything else. And you could make him stronger, brother. Your love and support would be a lot of help."
"Sorry to interrupt guys, but he's getting away." They turned to look at Tai, who was smiling. A glance into the living room revealed that they could be heard, very clearly. Matt swore under his breath and headed toward the laundry room.
He passed Miyako in the hallway, who was still talking to her lady love. "I wish I could see it, too! I love black silk, and I bet it would look great with just the teddy and your hair!" She smiled brightly at him as he walked by. "Maybe you could send me pictures! You'll take them now? Great! Oh, yeah. Definitely some pics with just the hair."
Yamato shut the door to the laundry room hard enough to make Ken jump and turn around quickly. "Hehe, hey, Matt!" He laughed nervously, putting his arms into the sleeves of his jacket. Matt walked to stand directly in front of him, their bodies separated by less than half an inch. "I thought that I'd see if I could catch the ten thirty."
"You were thinking that if you left now, you'd end up walking him, but pneumonia is worth getting away from me." Apprehensive violet eyes met cool blue before sliding away. "You can't run away from me forever, Ken. And, just maybe, I can help."
That didn't get the reaction he had expected. Ken's eyes flashed back to his. "Help?! This is all your fault! If it hadn't been for you, I could have simply gone on, not realizing that there was a reason that I didn't mind when both Kari and Yolie fell in love! I could have ignored the flutter that Daisuke and Takeru sent through me before I met you! And I wouldn't have to tell my parent's that their perfect little genius is a fucking fag!"
Matt was taken aback. Then he let his own anger take over, and he pushed Ken back into the dryer. "There's nothing wrong with the way you feel! Love is love, no matter who they are, or what gender they belong to. The only difference is, you don't have to worry about knocking somebody up, or being knocked up, this way! And if your parents can't accept you, then maybe they should have learned before to look beneath the image. You can't hide forever."
Both of them were breathing hard, their bodies pressed against each other, but neither noticed the sexual connotation of their position. Until Ken happened to calm his anger a little and assess the situation rapidly.
The anger and confusion still coursing through his blood, as well as more that a little frustration, both sexually and emotionally, he pulled Yamato's head down and kissed him hard and deep.
The other boy didn't respond, either negatively or positively, but Ken didn't care. He pushed his tongue through Yamato's unresisting lips and swept it once, twice, inside the other's mouth. He moved one hand through silky blonde tresses, and the other he moved down Matt's back and around to his waist.
Finally realizing what was happening, Matt opened his lips mouth wider and moved his tongue against Ken's, his hands moving down to the other's underside and pulled him more closely against him. They stayed that way until applause went up from the door. They looked up to find the rest of the digi-destined watching them.
Taichi and Daisuke were giving them thumbs up, and everyone else was looking on with sentimental and approving smiles. "You guys are so, cute together! Oh, Izzy, look at how red Ken's face is!" Sora giggled loudly.
"I guess this means that I won't have to cook next year?" Everyone groaned as Tai continued. "That only leaves ten more birthdays to poison,,, I mean, to cook for."
"Tai-chan, if you ever get within ten feet of a kitchen again, I'm putting you in a straight jacket. Permanently." Jyou put his arm around the brunette and pulled him out of the room. The others followed, leaving two blushing boys still wrapped in each other's arms.
"Hey, Matt?" Smiling blue eyes looked back at the boy in his arms. "Do you think you could get your hands off my ass?" His eyes losing their sparkle, Matt complied and stepped back uncertainly. Ken's eyes were unreadable, his face a blank mask.
*After that, he's going to deny that he likes me? This is to fucked up even for me! Nobody could kiss that way without admitting to at least themselves what they were feeling. But, then again, that's the problem. He doesn't have to admit them to me.*
"Don't look so down, Matt. It was just kind of uncomfortable standing on the tips of my toes! You're still a bit taller than I am, remember?" Yamato sighed in relief, then smiled, taking a small step in the other's direction. "But don't start thinking that we're doing that again! At least tonight."
Yama was confused, and stated as much. "Ken, either, you want me, or you don't, but this isn't a guessing game. I need to know! Please. It's your decision, but what you decide now is final."
They looked deep into each other's eyes, their own mixtures of confusion and longing. "Then there's only one choice. And I guess that my parent's will have to live with my being a boyfriend,,, who has a boyfriend."
"Really?" Matt's expression was full of joy. *So much hope! God, this is breaking me! I haven't seen that much feeling for me since,,, never. He's the first to care so much. And he's the first that I remember caring so much about what hurt them.*
"Really." The older boy hugged him tight, his arms bands around his shoulders. "Huh, Yama? I can't breathe." Immediately the arms loosened, but Matt didn't let him go.
"Sorry, Ken." They smiled at each other in complete accord. Ken pressed his lips against Matt's neck and felt when the other shuddered. "I can't breathe when you do that, either."
"Good. That's the point."
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This is contest info. Also available on my Taito, Only One:
I hope you all enjoyed that. Here's a contest for all who are interested.
Rules:
1. It must be Digimon
2.It must contain yaoi. That doesn't mean it has to center around it, but it should contain at least one yaoi/yuri mention.
3.It must be titled "the one who loved me"
4.It does NOT have to be a songfic
5. No poetry (sorry)
6. It must bash at least one girl (not including Jun, or Miyako)
7. No Daisuke bashing
8. Must include the phrase "This is the scariest thing I've ever seen. Except Tweety-bird and Mr. Rogers."
The winner can have a fic with whatever coupling and rating they want, excluding, sorry, cross-breeding. I am up for the challenge, but
please, make it something you want to read.
End Note: I do believe that I screwed up the crests. If so, I am very, very sorry. Thank you for reading
Send notification of fic entry to raegan_1@hotmail.com
End note: depending on reviews, I could make this longer. Or I could just stop writing all together. Tell me what you think, good, bad, or otherwise.