Notes: Fluffy Taito goodness! This is shounen-ai, as in two boys kissing, and Taito, as
in Taichi and Yamato kissing. Like it? Great! Read on. Don't? Great! Don't read on.
Or if you're really feeling contradictory today, *do* read on. ^^;
Disclaimer: I do not
own Digimon, Taichi, Yamato, Yamato's bed, the bus, or the dance
club. I do own the
pretty images of Taichi and Yamato dancing in my head, though, and
there's nothing you can do about it! Bwahahahahahaa--::hack:: ::cough::
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Who Said You Had to Know Anything to Dance?
By: Michiko
Taichi was
sprawled across the length of Yamato's bed, his head and arms dangling over one
end, a leg dangling over one side. The
brunette sighed heavily for the umpteenth time since he had arrived at Yamato's
house and shot a good-natured glare at his blonde companion. Yamato rolled his eyes, just as he had every
time Taichi sighed and glared.
"Why don't you
come up with something to do? You are
the guest, after all…" Yamato suggested forcibly, his tone implying that he
wasn't going to try coming up with anything for the two of them to do.
"Yes, but you
were the one who invited me over. I
wouldn't be the guest if you hadn't called me," Taichi retorted.
Yamato
slumped further into the chair in which he was reclining.
"But you're the guest, nonetheless."
"But it's
your fault I'm here."
"What
difference does it make? I don't want
to force you into doing something you don't want to do just because I invited
you over because I was bored!"
Taichi's
head spun.
"You talk
to fast, Yama."
The blonde
chuckled lightly and rubbed his temples.
"Only too
fast for your brain."
"What's
that supposed to mean?" Taichi shouted defensively, sitting up on Yamato's bed.
"It means
you're slooooow…" Yamato answered, dragging out the last word to emphasize his
point.
Taichi
hmphed and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Okay, you
want me to come up with something to do?
I'll come up with something to do…"
Taichi's
words had sounded like a threat, and Yamato suddenly feared for his life and
regretted the fact that he had tried so hard to coerce Taichi to come up with
an idea.
Taichi
hopped off of the bed and walked out of Yamato's room, grabbing the other boy
by the wrist on the way out.
"Where are
we going…?" Yamato finally decided to ask when he noticed they were on the way
to the bus stop.
"You'll see
when we get there."
"No, I want
to know now!"
Taichi
turned around to look at Yamato and grinned, his teeth glinting briefly in the
sunlight. Something about the whole
"glinting" thing made Yamato shiver.
"Why is it
bothering you so much?"
"Because,
quite frankly Taichi, you scare me! I
want to know what I have to be prepared for."
Taichi
laughed and Yamato shivered again. He
didn't think he was going to like this too much. The blonde mulled over and over again while they waited for the
bus about just where they could possibly be going that gave Taichi such an
evil…essence. Yamato didn't want to be
in the same vicinity as the boy, let alone touching him, but the brunette had a
firm grip on Yamato's wrist to make sure the blonde wouldn't try to get
away. This only succeeded in
frightening Yamato further.
When the
bus arrived, a sense of foreboding and impending doom hovered in and around
Yamato, and he felt his throat clench with apprehension. Where was Taichi taking him, and why was it
making him so damned…scared?
"A DANCE
CLUB?!" Yamato practically shrieked.
"You took me to a DANCE CLUB?!"
"Relax,
Yama! It's not like I'm trying to get
you hooked up. And it's not like it's
some adult club with strippers and half-naked cage dancers…it's a place for
kids."
"But…but I
don't… I don't know how to dance!"
Yamato was
desperate to get out of the situation as fast as he could. He hated dancing…he loathed it…it was the
worst thing in the world, the universe, even, when he had to do it in public.
Taichi
threw his head back and laughed, then turned his head to meet Yamato's
frightened sapphire gaze. He smiled
sweetly enough, not like the evil grin he had given Yamato at the bus stop, and
his eyes twinkled delightedly.
"Who said
you had to know anything to dance?"
Yamato
could only blink in response. When the
two of them stepped inside the club, Yamato was pleasantly surprised. Taichi had been right…everyone there was
fully clothed, even if a vast majority were wearing things Yamato never wanted
to have touching his body ever. And the
music wasn't half bad. It was dark, a
few disco balls and fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling to illuminate
the club enough so that the patrons would be able to see where they were
dancing.
Taichi
dragged Yamato out onto the center of the floor and began swaying back and
forth, easing Yamato into dancing. The
blonde didn't move.
"Come here
often?" he asked nervously, glancing around to familiarize himself with his
surroundings.
"Every once
in a while I come here with Hikari," Taichi responded easily, taking hold of
Yamato's hands and tugging on them, alternating tugs between Yamato's left and
right hands so the blonde was forced to swing his shoulders to the beat, whether
he liked it or not.
"It's
decent…"
Taichi
laughed.
"A hell of
a lot more decent than most places!" the brunette retorted, growing only
slightly impatient with Yamato's lack of movement. "Why don't you just have fun?"
Yamato
quirked an eyebrow at his friend as if the boy was insane.
Taichi
groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Loosen
up!" he cried, letting his upper body go limp for a moment as if to demonstrate
what he meant. "Feel the music. You don't have to 'know' anything to 'know
how to dance.' In my opinion, the best
kind of dance is moving freely, doing whatever you want to do, letting the
music get into the very marrow of your bones and taking control of your
body. You don't have to memorize
anything, you don't have to move with any kind of grace or order. You just move."
Yamato bit
his lip and began swaying back and forth slowly, turning slightly pink.
Taichi
smiled and began dancing.
"No body
cares what you do here, Yama. You're
free to make an ass of yourself and no body will care. This is a place to have fun… Here, start
with your hips."
Taichi
reached out and grasped Yamato's hips, moving them back and forth, mirroring
his own movements. Yamato flushed a
deeper red but let Taichi lead him.
"Then do
whatever you want to do. Don't even
think. Close your eyes and listen to
the music and detach yourself from your body.
It'll move the way it likes."
Taichi
grinned, but hesitated in removing his hands from Yamato's hips. He liked the contact…but he shook his head
and let his hands drop.
Taichi
followed his own advice and closed his eyes, dancing first by only moving his
hips to the beat of the music. Soon,
however, his whole body was swinging and swaying and spinning freely, and every
so often Taichi would let his limbs leave the close vicinity of his body to
flail almost wildly. Yamato only
watched in wonderment, red-faced and dry-mouthed. There was something almost…arousing about the way Taichi moved. It was just so free, so lovely, so…Taichi.
It looked
fun.
Yamato
wanted to try.
The blonde
closed his eyes and listened to the music.
He felt the bass and volume sending small seismic pulses through the
floor, and Yamato's feet and legs vibrated with each one. He began swaying to the beat his legs
felt. The music surrounded him, melody
and harmony and lyrical words dancing into his ears and teasing the rest of his
body into moving. And soon, he found
himself dancing. He wasn't thinking, he
wasn't worrying, he wasn't bothered by the fact that he was in public, he was
just dancing…moving freely with the music, feeling it in the very core of his
being. And it felt good.
When he
finally opened his eyes, he saw Taichi watching him with a contented smile
turning his lips up at each end of his mouth.
Yamato smiled back at him, without a care in the world, as the two
danced together on the dance floor.
* * * * *
"So, over
your fear of dancing yet?" Taichi teased on the way back home. By the time both boys had decided they
wanted to leave the club, the sun had long since set and the moon hung high in
the midnight blue sky. Stars flickered
beautifully, forever trapped in the endless expanse of the night sky. The air was warm, with an occasional breeze dancing
through it like a delicate whisper. It
was so nice out that Taichi and Yamato had decided on walking home.
"I…maybe…"
the blonde flushed.
"I don't
think your problem is dancing, I think your problem lies in getting started and
worrying about what others will think."
Yamato was
unresponsive, but blushed a delicate rose color.
"You looked
great," Taichi said simply, totally sincere and without even a grain-of-sand's
worth of sarcasm or ridicule.
Yamato
slowly turned to look Taichi in the eye, feeling something stir in his gut.
"Really…?"
Taichi met
Yamato's gaze and smiled.
"Yeah. You looked so free and happy. It was really nice watching you."
"I… It was
really nice watching you, too…"
Taichi
grinned, and for a moment, neither boy said a word. The silence wasn't uncomfortable; in fact, it was anything
but. A blanket of a dozen unspoken
feelings draped itself over the boys, and though neither acknowledged it, both
knew it was there.
Before
either boy was able to come up with something to say to start conversation,
they had arrived at Taichi's apartment.
Taichi didn't quite feel like going inside yet and stood on the doorstep
with Yamato, the two boys gazing out at the moon.
"Taichi,
I…" Yamato started, turning to the brunette.
Before he
got another word out, another mouth was on his and a second tongue was in his mouth. Yamato's eyes widened briefly before he
decided to return the gesture and kiss Taichi back.
"See you
tomorrow, Yama," Taichi said when he had pulled away from the warmth and
deliciousness of Yamato's mouth.
Yamato
blushed furiously and buried a hand in his hair.
"Ahh…yeah."
Taichi went
into his apartment without another word, and Yamato slowly started on his way
back home. He replayed the day's events
and let everything sink in, and a smile curled his lips upwards as he thought. He then began dancing to a song that was
stuck in his head. Okay, so he'd gotten
over his fear of dancing…he felt his could get over any fear of anything,
just as long as he got to do whatever that thing was with Taichi.
Though
Taichi himself…that boy would probably always scare him.
~owari~
