guardian 7

Disclaimer: This following chapter is a lime. Its my first one, so don't blame me if it sucks. If you don't like the thought of two boys kissing and umm....stuff, then you should skip this chapter.

Matt swore softly when the lights went out. At least he had finished showering. He knots the towel around his waist, and carefully begins walking down the dark hallway.

Hey Tai.... Matt begins, and runs into another body. His eyes can barely register the gleam of metal in it's hand. Years of instinct took over. Matt flung his left arm out, knocking the weapon out of his hand. His other hand slammed into the asslaint's shoulder, and he threw the assailant onto the floor. Matt placed his weight on his attacker's chest, completely immbolizing him. Then a flash of lightening then illumanites the hall, showing the assilant to be non other than Tai.

Matt stares down in shock at Tai. What the hell were you doing?

Coming to rescue you. Tai grins up at Matt weakly.

Matt leans over and picks up Tai's weapon, a skillet, but still remains in his previous position, squarly on Tai's chest.

Did you have to use my best skillett? Matt asks him.

It was the first thing I grabbed. Tai shrugged. He looks deeply into Matt's eyes. Why didn't you tell me that the other witnesses and their body guards have all been killed Matt?

Matt sighed. I'm sorry Tai. I know I should have told you. I just didn't want you to worry. He reaches out and caresses Tai's cheek.

Tai smiles up at him.

So you were going to take on assasins with guns with only a skillet. You are amazing Taichan.

A crimson blush stains Matt's cheeks as he notices Tai is staring at the towl about his waist.

Sorry Tai, I didn't have time to dress before the power went off. Matt leans closer to study the forming bruise above one of Tai's luminous brown eyes. Droplets from his golden mane sprinkled down onto the bronzed chest below him.

Matt, I... Tai pulls Matt closer to him, and kisses him softly on the mouth.

Matt's eyes widen with pleasure. That simple kiss was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. Nobody else had ever kissed him as gently, and firmly at Tai had just done. Nobody else had ever sent shivers down his spine like this with one simple act.

I'm sorry Matt. I just wanted to kiss you. Please don't hate me. Tai pleads, afraid at Matt's silence.

Matt smiled and brushed his own lips against Tai's. We shouldn't be doing this.

I know.

Its wrong.

I know.

Matt continued kissing Tai, then began gently biting his neck, his minsterations elicited an excited whimper. Tai ran his fingers through Matt's blonde locks. And sighed. He knew nothing except Matt's touch. The whole world had disapeared. All that existed was Matt's hands, Matt's mouth, Matt's scent. Teasingly he drew his hands down Matt's chest. The towel took flight across the hallway.

Matt smiled down at him. No fair Tai. I guess you won't be needed these then. Matt gently grasped the waistband of Tai's shorts. Tai lifted his hips, and the shorts joined the towel.

He whisphered, unsure why the blonde had stopped so suddenly.

Matt stood up. Smiling gently down at Tai, he helped him up and then led him into the bedroom.



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Matt murmers happily, still practiclly asleep and snuggles next to slumbering body next to him. He sat up and streched. Looking at the sweet face next to him, Matt's eyes widen in shock. Oh my God. What have I done? Matt slowly eases out of bed. Matt didn't need to be so quiet. Tai could sleep through WWIII. Matt collapsed into a kitchen chair. Putting his head in his hands, he sobbed quietly. What have I done to you Taichi? What have I done to our friendship?

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Tai rolled over and ran his hands hesitantly over where Matt should have been. A look of sadness appears in his brown eyes. Had it been just a dream? Then the aroma of pancakes drifted from the kitchen. He sprang out of bed and ran into the kitchen, stopping in the door way. Matt had his back to him, flipping the pancakes effortlessly, it seemed. The morning sun shining through the window created an aura of golden perfection.

Good morning Tai! Matt didn't even bother to turn around. He had been waiting to hear Tai come in. Our breakfast is almost ready.

Tai's jaw dropped. He had been so quiet, how had Matt known? Matt turned and flashed Tai a dazzling smile.

I've been waiting for you to wake up.

Look Matt, about last night... He begins.

Tai, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. We made love like two people in love. That's what happened. But he doesn't say this.

Tai sits down at the table, and stares over into Matt's sad blue eyes.

Don't feel guilty Matt. What happened last night was as much my fault as it was yours. Tai answered. But don't be sorry Matt. Because I'm not. I have never felt so whole before in my life.

Matt gets up and stands in front of Tai, his blue eyes watching intently for any flickering emotion. All he can see is love, pure love radiating from his dark brown eyes.

Matt enfolds Tai into his arms. I'm not sorry either Taichan. But what are we going to do? what's going to happen....

Tai ruffles his head affectionately, and kisses Matt on the lips. We'll just take it one day at a time Yama.

Hands and bodies entwine, their breakfast lying forgotten on the table. All that mattered was each other. Matt ran his fingers gently over the ancient scar on Tai's flank. It appeared bone white against his tanned flesh.

What happened?

Tai twists his head around. That was from Piedmon.

Matt cringes as he remembers that day, the day he almost lost Tai. Stooping slightly, he leans his head on Tai's chest and holds him tightly, wishing he could erease the mistakes of the past.

I'm sorry Taichan.

Hey Yama... Tai tilts Matt head up so he can peer into his sad but beautiful blue eyes. Don't be sorry with me for anything.

They kiss passionately, tounges and hands roaming over each other.