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Lasting Days- Part Three
By Eye of Aurora
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* Part Three everyone. Beware of the yaoi romance coming up! (Hehe…right now…just for the fun of it I'm listening to a Star Wars midi…it sounds so…so…victorious! Gotta love Star Wars...) ::is totally off the subject of Digimon:: -_-;;; You all must have found about my Luke Skywalker fetish! I'm so embarrassed! Back to the Taito fic…*

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'Oh Taichi…'

I gasped slightly, breathing in heavily, startled by my own actions. It felt so…soothing…so warm to be in his arms. For a moment…my heart skipped a beat and the butterflies fluttered restlessly in my stomach. I felt dizzy…

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Nightfall silently approached, casting the shadow of darkness over Akita city.

Taichi yawned lazily, rising from his seat on the couch and stretched, snatching the remote control from the coffee table and clicked the television off.

"Oh man, I'm tired."

Yamato yawned as well, rubbing his eyes drowsily. He froze in mid-yawn as he suddenly realized that Tai didn't have anywhere to sleep…

He turned around abruptly to face Taichi only to see him pulling his shirt over his head. He managed to remain unfazed despite the fact that his pants suddenly seemed a tad too tight…

Tai quickly removed his baggy denim shorts and began fishing through his duffel on the floor next to the couch for a toothbrush. Yamato stared in lustful admiration at the perfect tanned figure in from of him, watching every sculpted muscle flex with each of Taichi's movements. Blushing furiously, he saw Tai flash him a goofy smile as he walked towards the bathroom carrying what looked like a small over-night hygiene bag.

Yamato's eyes followed the dark-haired boy into the bathroom, hearing the sink faucet turn on and the sound of Taichi gargling.

Yamato clenched his teeth, desperately willing his erection to go away.

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'I never would have guessed that Taichi without a shirt on would give me such a raging hard-on. I'd known the guy forever, and here I was, utterly turned-on by another man. Normally, it would have only taken me a second to feel completely ashamed and humiliated, but there was definitely something about the new Taichi that got me going. And as much as I hated to admit it, Taichi was gorgeous…'

A moment later, Tai stepped out of the bathroom, still only wearing dark red boxers. He grinned and yawned again.

"I'm exhausted, you have a blanket I can borrow?" He sat down nonchalantly on the couch.

' A blanket?'

"Oh yeah, lemme get ya one."

I yanked open the hall closet and found a cozy afghan. Tossing it over the couch, I couldn't help but smile as I watched Taichi cuddle up underneath it.

"Thanks, pal," he replied, lying down comfortably.

"If you need anything, just help yourself. G'night Tai-chan."

'I've been calling him that a lot…I wonder why he hasn't gotten mad…'

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'Yama's been calling me that a lot…wonder why it doesn't bother me…'

"See ya in the morning, Yama," I said quietly, and what seemed like only minutes, I was asleep.

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Pulling off my clothing idly, I used the bathroom briefly to wash my face and brush my teeth, thinking about the day.

I felt light-hearted and gleeful, knowing my long lost friend was is the living room sleeping on the couch. It was a nice feeling…a happy feeling, and I'd get to experience it for another week or so.

'Taichi…I'm so glad you're here…'

Sighing contently, I hit the light switch and hopped into bed, gradually falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.


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Yamato swallowed hard, squinting against the bright sun-kissed rays of morning. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and blinking away the remains of sleep. Tossing the covers off of his legs, he stood unstably and walked blankly into the bathroom.

"Yama!!!" Taichi yelled from the kitchen, "I can hear you peeing!!!"

"Baka…" he muttered, tucking himself back into his shorts and flushing the toilet. He frowned slightly as he heard pots and pans banging around. He could smell something cooking…

Ambling into the kitchen, Yamato held back the urge to laugh as he spotted Taichi clumsily pouring what appeared to be pancake mix into an over-greased pan. A pot on the stove was already boiling, but the dark-haired boy didn't seem to notice.

'Taichi looks ridiculous in that apron…' Yamato thought, hiding a smile.

"Good morning, darling!" Tai chirped, grinning like an idiot. "You look beautiful!"

Matt stared at the microwave next to him to see his reflection in the glass door. He looked like a monster.

"Thank you, dearest!" he said in the same cheerful tone that Tai was using. "What are you doing?"

"I'm making us breakfast! Doesn't it look wonderful?"

Yamato said nothing, seeing the batch of half-torched pancakes on a plate next to the stove. "Tai, let me help you," Matt offered, approaching the sizzling pan of goopy grease.

"No it's alright, I've got it---SHIT!" The brunette boy swore loudly, clutching his fingers.

Matt rushed towards his friend. "You baka, you're supposed to use a spatula to flip them!"

Taichi chuckled and blushed, "Oops…"

Yama lead the dark-haired boy over to the sink and turned the faucet to cold. Taking Taichi's hand, Matt guided it under the flow of cool water, gently rubbing a finger over the burned redness.

The only sound that could be heard was the running faucet…

Taichi flushed deeply, turning to look at Matt, concern gracing his angelically devilish features. Yamato seemed so busy tending to Tai's burned fingers that he didn't notice the boy staring at him longingly…

Yamato looked up, his eyes meeting Taichi's. "Does that feel better…?"

"Yes…thank you…" Tai replied softly, feeling his heart beat speed up ever so slightly…

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Tsuzuku…
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