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Lasting Days- Part Three
By Eye of Aurora
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THIS CHAPTER IS OVER 5,000 WORDS! (GRINS WITH DELIGHT)

* Sorry about the wait…o.0 but we just moved to NJ from Michigan, so the computer wasn't hooked up for a few days, AND as you all know FF.N has been kind of poopy lately…but I'm trying to keep up! This is the first time I've started writing two fics at one time, so I'll be a little slower getting new chapters up. Anyway, I'm still waiting to hear if anybody wants a lemon part! Taichi and Yama…making love…right before our eager eyes! *licks lips* eeh….yeah…in the story -_-;;; But the romance is building! Taito forever!!! R&R *

* Standard disclaimer applied to this chapter, the next chapters and all the previous chapters…trust me, I never claimed I owned Digimon, and like everyone else says, I'm not makin' any money off of this lil' story. If I was…I'd be spending all my cash as fast as I could on anime and perverted doujinshi's and male strippers---naturally ^_^ *

---Warning! This part includes some perversion! (Tai and Matt…*shakes head* what…perverts!) On my part and theirs! If you're easily disgusted or just plain prude, for God sakes, don't read it! Baka! ^_~ Also…minor Sora-bashing…I actually like Sora, but she isn't an implied homosexual male…so why would someone like me want her all over our 'Digital' men, right? Right? Yaoi Fangirls Have the Power! I believe…that someday…gay men…and yaoi fangirls will inherit the Earth…and everybody else can go screw themselves. Sounds like paradise, doesn't it? Oh yeah…and anime will flourish! Anime and gay men for everyone!---

(Sorry -_-;;; I just watched Queer as Folk…and I'm still trying to get my heartbeat down to a normal pace and stop my nose from bleeding all over the freakin' keyboard. *grin*)

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They ate in silence. Taichi's cooking was especially unappetizing, but Yamato gave him enough credit for his efforts and forced himself to swallow it all down and clean his plate…just for Tai…

The dark-haired boy quickly gathered the plates and coffee mugs and placed them carefully in the sink along with various pairs of over-used chopsticks. The boy rinsed the dishes with careful gentleness, using an old ratty rag to wash each item. Yamato remained at the table for a moment, wondering what was making Taichi so…so quiet all of he sudden. He seemed nervously distracted; maybe he'd gone too far…aiding Taichi's scorched fingers considering the boy was probably very capable of doing that himself…

Tai, with his back to Yamato who was still seated at the table off to his right, dried his hands in his white t-shirt and turned around abruptly to face the blond boy.

"Hey Yamato-kun, is it alright if I use your shower?"

Matt looked up, torn from his questioning thoughts. "Oh, yeah…go right on ahead, there's shampoo and towels and whatever else you need in the cabinet under the sink."

Taichi offered a small grateful smile, "Thanks, Yama..." he replied. Giving a little wave, Tai fetched his bag from the living room and ambled down the short hallway to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

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Standing under the soothing stream of warm water, I caressed the sore redness of my burnt fingers, inhaling deeply at the thought of Yamato's concern. My mind kept returning to the image of his dangerously gorgeous face locked in an expression of concentration as he charily mended my diminutive wound, purely out of…what…kindness?

Maybe…maybe even more…

After lathering my hair with Yama's sweet-scented wild flowery shampoo and soaking my body with a feminine-looking bottled body wash, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

//Hmm…//

I couldn't help but admire my form from different angles, bluntly agreeing that I was muscular and well endowed.

//Heh…I'll bet Yama-chan is too…//

I blushed suddenly, and with embarrassment twisting itself into my face, I looked down, realizing the thoughts of Yama naked…in the shower…with me…were reaching other parts of my body besides my head…er…mind…

//Oh…the perversion…//

In a panic, I forced my…my…erection to cease, fearing that if I didn't make it go down that instant…it would stay with me for the rest of my stay at Yamato's place. Drying off, I stood in front of the sink, running one of my razors over the skin of my jawbone and using a damp washcloth, patted water onto my face. As I combed out my hair, tiny droplets of moisture splashing onto the glass of the mirror, I noticed something shimmer by the sink.

It was a strand of Yama's hair.

I raised it to the glowing bulbs above the mirror, studying it with odd interest. The golden blond strand almost sparkled, perfect as a blade of freshly watered grass.

Yama always did have beautiful hair. Although the both of us took pride in its style, I wasn't exactly thrilled with the dull brown color I got stuck with.

//Highlights are for those dorky American boys…//

But…Yamato had such a wonderful head of iridescent tresses, like silk made of woven sun…

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//I can't believe Taichi is using my shower…//

Without much consideration about what I was thinking, I decided to steal the towel Tai used and never ever wash it as long as I lived.

//Yama, you're such a fixated idiot…//

I began grudgingly throwing my bed together as I waited to use the shower after Taichi, who seemed to be taking his good sweet time…

//I'll bet…I'll bet he looks unbelievably stunningly beautifully enticing standing there…completely nude…under the warm water, with his thick hair matted to his forehead and soap suds slowly sliding down that gorgeous body…//

I dropped one of my pillows on the floor and blushed, feeling the tinge of scarlet streak across my heated cheeks.

//How could I stand there and think about my best friend like that? Was I…really that attracted to…HIM!?//

My eyes began to inattentively scan the room as my mind raced. I felt hot, as if my apartment was on fire. When I heard the bathroom door open, all I could do was breath, noticing my heart rate automatically speed up. Taichi was getting to me…

****

Yamato quickly showered and retreated to the living room where he seated himself nervously on the couch, gazing jadedly at the blank television screen.

"Hey Yama, what's wrong? You've been kind of quiet…"

Matt blinked, startled to see Taichi sitting right next to him, "Quiet? Oh…well I'm just not that used to having company…it's pretty lonely when school isn't in session."

Taichi smiled coyly, placing a hand on his friends' shoulder. "Well pal, you're stuck hanging out with me for a few days." He couldn't help but grin when Yamato suddenly turned to face him; his eye's searching the brunette's.

"Taichi…"

Tai raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"

"I…"

RING.

"…"

RING.

Sighing, Yamato glared at the phone by the television. "I'll…get it," he muttered, standing and approaching the noisy telephone.

"Moshi moshi."

"Yama! Hey chump, whatcha up to!?"

Matt almost cringed as he recognized his colleagues' obnoxiously loud voice chirping through the receiver.

"Oh…hey Seki. What do you want?"

The boy on the other end of the line gasped. "What a rude way to greet a friend! I was just calling to see if I could over tonight. You see, I got this great video…"

"Seki…"

"Called Babes on Ice…it's not like…a corny ice-skating thing they have in the Olympics, it has some really interesting scenes with chicks in the snow…"

"I kind of have a friend over…"

Seki gasped again. "Yama! Who are you sleeping with!? Minomi Hishuma isn't over there, is she? Because I know she was hitting on you last semester…"

"No, no one of my friends from high school came to visit me from Tokyo, nothing like that."

//You pervert…//

The other boy was silent for a moment, "Is it a chick?"

"No." Yamato snapped, looking over at Taichi who was still seated on the couch, gazing curiously at the taller boy as he rolled his eyes and tapped his foot impatiently.

"Well, if it's a guy he'll enjoy this video too!" Yamato could picture the grin on Seki's face. "Come on, don't be such a prude, you're the only one who has an apartment, and I'll just get caught with the tape if I watch it in the dorms…"

Yamato sighed again, sounding obviously aggravated, "Fine, Seki, come over when ever you want…"

Another gasp. "Great! I'll be there around nine! Nothing like watching porno in the dark, eh, Yama-kun?"

"Oh, yes, that's right…see ya."

CLICK.

Taichi was about to stand when Yamato quickly seated himself next to him.

"Who was that?" Taichi asked thoughtfully, scratching the back of his neck.

"One of my friends from school, he's gonna come over later tonight to show us a…video."

Tai gave a muffled laugh, "A video? Like…porno?"

Matt nodded, an agitated expression plastered to his face. He noticed the slight disappointment in the dark-haired boys' eyes.

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I looked out the window by the front door. Yama was behind me, seated silently on the couch.

"It's a nice day…"

"Hm? Oh, yes I agree…"

"Wanna go for a walk Yama? We can go for coffee or lunch or something. It'll be fun! And we'll be back before your friend comes over…"

I turned toward Yamato, giving him a pouty, pleading look. Smiling, he stood and shook his head. "Tai-chan, you're too cute."

I caught myself before I could get mad, blushing softly at his new nickname for me. I heard him laugh as he removed his house slippers and pulled a pair of shoes and a hip-length black leather jacket out of the hall closet. Stealing his idea, I began shoving my feet into the sneakers I left by the couch while Yama waited for my by the now opened door.




Yama led me into a tiny coffee shop several blocks from the apartment complex. It was a miniature building, complete with outdoor tables and the intoxicating aroma of fresh coffee beans.

Sitting down casually at a table near a window, a waitress quickly approached us. Yamato ordered a simple cappuccino, oblivious to the waitress staring at him with frank hunger glowing in her eyes. I stifled a laugh, watching Matt's clueless expression as I quietly asked for decaf coffee with sugar. The waitress smiled flirtatiously and retreated behind the counter, swinging her voluptuous hips as she walked.

//What a slut. Are all girls like that? Flirty and obnoxious? Thinking we're gonna stare at their huge asses and saggy breasts when they pass by? What is it with breasts and ass anyway? Maybe I'll find out when I watch that movie Yama's friend is gonna bring over later…//

"Yamato…you're dense."

Yama looked up, mortally surprised at my sudden insult. "Why is that?" I saw a hinted hurtfulness in his face.

I giggled, "I meant, Yama…that waitress was checking you out."

//Not that I can blame her…he looks amazing in that leather jacket…//

He raised his elegant eyebrows. "Really? I didn't notice…" He strained his neck to peer over the counter across the restaurant. "Oh well, she doesn't interest me much…I'm surprised she wasn't looking at you instead."

I gave him a timid, unbalanced smile, going red in the face as my mind decoded his obvious compliment. "Oh…hehe, thank you. But I know what you mean…I haven't been that attracted to girls lately as well…"

"Taichi?"

"Yes?"

"I…'

The waitress returned with our steaming beverages, giving Yama a lustful glance before turning away to another table.

"…hm?" I took a small sip of my coffee.

"I wanted to apologize…"

"Huh?? For what??" I squinted.

Yamato lowered his head, as if refusing to look me. He paused briefly, "…for taking Sora from you…"

I gasped, choking on my heated drink and sputtering all over the tabletop. "For taking Sora away from me!? Huh? Dude, I totally forgot about that!" I chuckled, "Maybe she was kind of cute, but I never REALLY had feelings for her. We were friends…just like everybody in the group. Why would you bring that up? That must have been seven years ago!"

The corners of Yama's mouth twitched before he brought the frothing mug to his lips. He swallowed hard, "I don't know…for some reason, I always thought you held a grudge against me for doing that…"

Giggling, I patted some napkins on the droplets of dark liquid I'd sprayed onto the oaken tabletop. "And how long did you guys last? A few weeks? If that? Hehe…Yama, don't worry about it! You were always my best friend, even if Sora chose you over me. I was disappointed for maybe...an hour?"

Yamato sniggered, scrunching his face, "Yeah…"

"So, I take it you don't have a girlfriend or anything."

Matt narrowed his eyes at me. "A girlfriend?" He took a long sip of his cappuccino, setting down the empty mug.

Before I could say another word, that damn waitress waddled up to us again and immediately asked if we wanted refills. Taking in on her offer, we allowed her bring us more drinks.

I leaned in, "She really must think you're hot acting all slave-like…either that or she's trying to get you in bed," I whispered, grinning mockingly.

"Oh! Did I tell you about Takeru?" I could see Yama didn't want to talk about girls by the way he altered the subject so swiftly.

"Hey! Good ol' TK, what's he up to nowadays?"

"Actually, he called me about a month ago informing me that he's bisexual."

"Really!? I thought he and Hikari were still dating off and on."

"That's what I thought too, but Kari and TK are just kind of…friends now. Ken and Daisuke are together, and that triggered Takeru's epiphany of being bi."

I gazed at the blackness of my coffee, "Wow, that's kind of cool…surprising, but cool."

"It's comforting to know that you're not one of those freaky homophobes, Taichi."

I blinked, "Why is that? Are you bisexual?"

Yamato inhaled harshly, his lips gently parted. I could see the slight confused expression molding itself onto his face. "Me…Bisexual? Hmm…actually…"

"Hey fellas, here's your refills, sorry I took so long..." the waitress turned on her heels to prance away exuberantly, calculating each shift of her curved hips carefully, trying to draw the male eye towards her flaunted feminine contours.

I sighed, sending an irritated glare in the direction of the bothersome waitress. "Gee, she ALWAYS seems to interrupt us. I'd rather get my friggin' coffee myself." I muttered, using my finger to trace little patterns on the tabletop. "About what we were saying…"

Yamato fidgeted with the hemming of the black leather, his lush flaxen hair gracefully falling partially over his almost sullen face. "Taichi? If I told you I was bisexual, or maybe even flat-out gay…you wouldn't think any less of me right?"

I looked up, my eyes coming into perfect contact with those sky blue orbs studying me from across the table. "Yama…of course not…I'm beginning to feel to exact same way. Girls just…they don't do it for me anymore."

"Exactly, I haven't felt emotionally or even physically attracted to a girl in probably several years. But unfortunately…that means less sex, less dating, less flirting. Actually, unless I pair up with another guy, that means no sex for me."

I hesitated before responding. "Have you?"

He raised a delicate eyebrow. "Have I what?"

I felt the evident blush creep over my cheeks. "Had sex."

"With what? A man?"

"Male or female."

He paused, lowering his voice, careful not to let anybody hear what he was about to say. "Truthfully…"

I nodded, encouraging him to continue.

He dropped his head. "I had sex with Sora…"

"……"

I felt a fog of both shock and disgust cloud my vision. "You…you…WHAT!?"

Suddenly, I noticed a playfully grin spread across his face, the apparent falsehood twinkling in his comical eyes. "Taichi…I was kidding…"

"…Oh…" The jealous anger that had built up only a second before slowly died down, calming the coil of alarm that claimed my clenching stomach muscles.

Yamato chuckled lightly, struggling not to burst out in buoyant, jovial laughter. I guessed he'd saw the glimmer of pain lingering in the relieved expression I held, and he waved a hand innocently. "I'm sorry I scared you." He smiled sweetly, "I had to say that…it just totally defied everything we've been talking about. Now that I think…intercourse…with Sora…would disgust me. She's so…feminine."

"I agree. She goes to the same university as I do and she's in all these 'womanly' classes. I think she might be a lesbian…"

"Now that I consider it…Mimi and Sora would make a great couple. I heard Mimi moved back from American last year. "

"Yeah, she did! She goes to the college just outside of Tokyo.

"Anyway…about me having sex…"

I laughed quietly, "That sounds funny…"

"I'm still a virgin," he said simply, as if it were nothing that he was admitting the personal/sexual details of his life. He seemed perfectly comfortable with telling me all this…

I stopped short, dazed. "…You are?"

Yama tilted his head sharply, his neck cracking loudly. "Yeah, why, did you expect me to grow into some pimpish manwhore?"

I nibbled on a fingernail. "Not exactly…but since you're so…good-looking…" I paused again, realizing my rounded confession. Looking directing at Yamato, I observed the faint touch of pink coloring his smooth, pale cheeks.

//He's adorable when he blushes…//

"Wow, thank you, Tai-chan." He smiled sincerely, a handsome dimple forming on either side of his mouth. I caught myself again from angering at the cutesy pet name.

"What about you?"

"Me?"

His face radiated such eagerness and interest that I felt my own face heat with bashfulness. "Have YOU ever had sex?"

I shook my head coyly, "No, I haven't had a real mutual-love-and-devoted relationship before, and it seems more logical to save yourself for when you're really in love, right Yama?"

He winked charmingly, "Right, Taichi. I missed talking to you like this, it's…very emotionally soothing and comforting."

"I know, Yama, I missed being able to talk to you too…I missed it horribly…"

We were silent after that; both reading each other's minds. Equally feeling the powerful magnetic energy that slowly seemed to bind us and bring us together. Two lost schoolboys, wondering aimlessly on the cluttered streets of Japanese cities, brought together again by one simple e-mail. I felt my heart begin to pump faster (again…), gradually increasing in speed as I caught several secret glimpses of the beautiful blond sitting across from me…in a little coffee shop a few blocks down from his modest apartment…

//Must be fate…//

**** (WARNING-this segment contains graphic descriptions and tastelessness on Seki's part. Remember…they are about to watch a porno, that should tell you something!)

Yamato glared at the clock on the VCR that glowed brightly in the gradually dimming room.

//Seki will be here any moment…//

He sighed, Taichi was seated next to him on the sofa with the remote in hand, flipping blankly through the broad selection of tedious, mind-numbing channels.

It wasn't that Yamato disliked Seki. He was a nice enough guy, but he was so typical; girl-obsessed, booty chasing, dense and easily aroused. He was close to Yamato's age, attending the same university. They met their freshman year of college, just like the rest of the guys that hung around each other, all similar to an extent. It wasn't long until Matt almost regretted commuting, because suddenly all his school pals wanted to come over and chill out in his apartment. Yamato never really a big fan of frat parties or going clubbing or even casual 'round-the-house drinking. None of his friends were nearly as cool and understanding as Taichi…For example, it he EVER mentioned a word of homosexuality to the guys, they would probably hurl, proving what archetypal immature little boys they truly were, and ridicule and outcast him for the rest of his school days.

Taichi would never do that…

//9:07…any minute, it would be unusual for a compulsive hentai like Seki to be late for such an event…//

Yamato jumped at the sound of hard, unruly knocking. Standing up idly, Matt sauntered to the door, swinging it open to meet the grinning face of Seki Kiroshimu.

"Oi, Yamato-kun! How ya doin'???"

Taichi appeared next to Matt, staring over his shoulder to study the alleged pervert holding a videotape rudely in front of Yama's sour face.

Seki was a little shorter than Yamato, with a muddled mound of thin, black hair, a medium-sized figure, lightly tanned skin and big green eyes that sparkled with tainted mischief. Taichi nibbled on his bottom lip, agreeing that Yamato's classmate wasn't too bad looking. He was actually quite handsome, but did not approach the blond boys' knee-weakening beauty.

Seki cocked his head to look at Taichi. "Hey man, you must be Yama's friend! Good to meet you! Name's Seki."

Taichi nodded, not bothering to shake hands…fearing where his might have been… "I'm Taichi. Yama and I used to go to school together in Tokyo."

//Oh my gosh, he totally reminds me of my 'masturbating roommate', Souji… Wonder what that sicko is doing now…actually…I don't wanna know…//

Seki pushed his way in and closed the door behind him. He took a deep breath, "Ah, yes, my favorite place to be."

Yamato almost smirked, "Get your lips off my ass, Kiroshimu, I know you'd rather be at a strip club any day. The only reason you're here is so you can watch your precious porno without being at the risk of getting caught. "

The raven-haired boy looked shocked. "Why Yama-kun, what do you mean? We've been pals for over a year now. Just because you're the only one with his own apartment doesn't mean I'd…USE you!" He seemed to be trailing off.

Matt sighed, agitated, "We've already gone through this, Seki, I refuse to let you move in with me."

Seki threw his arms up in frustration, "Oh come on, Yama, don't think I came all the way over here just to beg you for shelter again! I already have a dorm…with thin walls…and dudes on every side of me...and the chicks all the way on the other side of campus…"

"Seki…"

He looked serious for a moment, "Yama, it's fine, I respect you're need for privacy. I understand." He then gave a sudden air of gleefulness and excitement. "Now lets watch the movie, shall we???"

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I sat down on the couch next to Taichi who remained ever calm and reserved. Seki lowered himself to his knees by the average sized television and studied the VCR beneath it. Flipping the TV on, he took a seat in front of the couch, remote in hand.

"Alright, guys, lets get started!" I could see from behind him that he was grinning ear to ear.

The screen flickered, followed by several warnings. The film must have been really filthy…because almost five captions appeared, cautioning viewers about extreme sexual content , explicit, graphic scenes, and 'adult' language. Seki chuckled at this, finding it humorous that he was about to watch something so entirely disgusting that the first ten minutes of the tape consisted of admonition.

After several moments, it began. I couldn't help but let my mind drift, not paying much attention to the film. I turned my head to Taichi, seeing he wasn't really watching it either, but rather gazing in the general direction of the television (for Seki's sake) with a pleasantly thoughtful expression plastered to his gentle, yielding face.

While the raven-haired boy at my feet stared lustfully at the screen, making sullied statements here and there, I reflected upon the two days Taichi and I had been together…

I remembered how kind and indulgent he acted during our discussion about male homosexuality and bisexuality at the coffee shop earlier. I remembered his nervous, sullen expression when I tending to his burnt fingers. I remembered the juvenile, yet wonderfully adult and beautiful appearance he held when I watched him curl up on the couch the night before. I remembered…

"Yo, Yama, pay attention!"

I was startled from my thinking, Seki's voice cutting insolently through my train of thought. I looked down at him, his focus still on the screen.

To humor the poor, sexually deprived, twenty-one year old baka in front of me, I raised my eyes to the television, the scene I just happened to catch making me nauseous; there was a woman with unbelievably massive breasts laying on her stomach in what appeared to be a mountain cabin, the snow outside the window could be seen blustering wildly in a hoary blizzard. The woman had cheap-looking, tatty bleached hair; she was near a stone fireplace surrounded by another woman and a man who were both as naked as she was. That wasn't, however, the worst part…it was what they were doing to each other…The man was behind her, gripping her hips tightly, thrusting into her like no tomorrow, and the other woman was sitting in front of the bleach blond chick, her legs spread wide before the other girls' face, and she was being…being…

"Oh my fucking God," I heard Taichi murmur. I wanted to sigh with relief that he had spoken, thankfully tearing my mind away from the gruesome sight playing out on the TV along with a noisy orchestra of dissipated, violent groans.

Seki scooted forward, "I know, isn't it great?"

The brunette boy next to me glared at the back of his head, utterly sickened.

"Oh! See that girl on the right? She was in 'Whores of Hiroshima.'"

Taichi groaned, "Oh yeah…I didn't see that one…" his tone was thick with sarcasm, but Seki didn't seem to notice. The scene switched to a frosty snow bank were another girl with nasty, fake neon yellow hair and huge hooters was masturbating with an ice-skate…

//Shit, how revoltingly random…an ice-skate of all things…Hell maybe a snow fox will come along…we'll see what she'd do to a undomesticated animal…Scary thought…//

Tai leaned over, keeping his voice low enough for only me to hear, "I'm not getting off on this…are you?"

"God, not at all…" I whispered back, shaking my head in abhorrence, "Seki seems to love it…"

Taichi narrowed his eyes at the back of the other boys' head, the bluish tint of his black hair shining in the harsh glow of the television that was our only source of light in the darkened room. I almost gasped when I saw Seki heedlessly edging his hand closer to the soft bulge in his loose khakis.

//Oh shit, he's actually gonna whack off right here in front of us! Like it's nothing! Does the rest of the gang do this, too? He has no pride! No manners! And absolutely no taste in movies! Why do I even bother hanging out with him? He's a stereotypical pig! Taichi isn't like that at all…and he even has a friend like Seki…that's right, his chicken chokin' roomie! I feel his pain…//

I grimaced; mimicking the face Taichi was making that seemed identical to mine.

//He must have noticed too…//

"God, you guys, I'm so horny…this movie is really getting to me! Hey, we should invite Minomi over…or her hot friend…whats-her-name…Ishira or something…"

I closed my eyes, "Glad to see SOMEBODY is getting aroused over this shit…" I grumbled sardonically, mostly to myself, emphasizing the 'somebody.' Seki ignored my trifling insulting comment and continued to gawk in awe at the everlasting, hardcore pornography.

//I can't help but feel pity for these woman…there whole lives revolving around showing their unattractive feminine bodies to the world in hopes of turning on the perverts and grossing out us gay guys. Wait…did I just refer to myself as a gay guy?//

I lost expression, my facial muscles loosening to a slight wilt over my cheekbones. My skin felt hot, a searing warmth overtaking my inner epidermis. I noticed a trivial sheen of sweat loiter on my forehead. I twisted my neck to glance at Tai, wondering if he was feeling the same as I was at that very moment. He appeared so collected; even with the nausea I was positive was plaguing his stomach as well as mine.

//Almost serene...//

The movie went on, Seki persistently rubbed at his gradually hardening cock, and I…I just stared. Stared at the boy next to me…the man, the feelings I had for him growing with each soft blink of his pretty brown eyes. I inhaled quietly; trying to keep my trembling breathes a secret, refusing to allow the other males in the room to be become aware of my impulsive tension. I had to admit it…to myself and soon, to him; I was gay…and I wasn't ashamed of it…not at all…

I almost jumped when Tai turned his head to look at me in a fluent, graceful motion, probably sensing my eyes on him, and our gazes met in an awe-inspiring fashion. I could see that his cushiony lips were slightly parted, and that there was a beautiful pain, an adorable confusion flashing in his chaste orbs of deep bronze. His emotions swirled visibly in an indistinguishable breeze, merging, mixing with mine, fluttering in the small space between us. For a moment, nothing mattered, not the shadowy living room, not the disgusting movie, not even Seki…

All I could see was Taichi…my Taichi…

Realizing we had somehow managed to keep temporarily consistent eye contact, we both turned away, ripping the compelling gaze in two. I stared unseeing at the screen, knowing Tai was doing the same. My skin felt as if it were on fire, my heart was racing, and my hands were quivering. I could feel the furious blush ripen my already pink cheeks.

It was then…a stitch in the smallest measurement of time, when I felt something touch my hand. I turned my head coolly, struggling to keep control. I was almost expecting to see Seki's penis, but instead, to my embarrassment and delight, I saw Taichi's hand, his soft, uncalloused fingers diffidently entwining themselves with mine. It was so warm, so comforting, and so surprising as my mind leisurely registered Taichi's abrupt, confident actions. Hesitantly, I rotated my wrist, my palm meeting his, ignoring the damp perspiration forming in the creases. I noted his long, nimble digits caressing my knuckles, slightly squeezing, meshing our hands together. The premises faded, disappearing along with everything else in my line of site, and I felt as if I was floating on a nostalgic cloud of blissful sentiment. Was I…in love…?

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HAHAHAHA! End of Part Threeeee!!! I'm sooooo evil! I made the cliffhanger just for you! ^_^ Sorry I wrote with such filth contaminating my story, but it was too tempting…lol o.0 As badly as I want to write a lemon chapter, I might just have to pass on that. One of my gracious readers didn't want one, so hey, I aim to please. If anybody else wants one…just uh…review and tell me, and we'll see how bold I can prove myself to be. This was a fricken long chapter…my other stories aren't even this long -_-;;; but I was on a roll.

Again, please forgive me if I offended anybody with my disgusting descriptions, but I'm sure you've seen worse. * giggles * I know I have!!! Hehehehe….anyway, please review, and I guess for the sake of not looking like a wimp, I'll accept flames * sigh * but just like any other proud author I'll probably just ignore them… Oh no, it's almost 3 in the morning! Why do I always do this to myself ??? I stay all hours of the night and then wonder why I end up waking up at dinnertime. Y_Y Part Four will be up soon, but I gotta get the next chapter of my current GW fic up first. FF.N is working now, YAY! So get readin' and reviewin'! Arigatou, kansha shitemasu! Ja ne! *

PS! ^_^ All the names besides the infamous DigiDestined belong to me. Actually…Seki is the first (or last) -_-;;; name of Gundam Wing's Duo Maxwell's Japanese voice actor, and Minomi, was the name of two female characters in two different hentai's I've seen. (ReiRei and Sprite; hilarious! Gotta watch them!) The other names were either random people that were listed in the credits of the countless anime I've seen, or I just made up to sound Japanese-ish. ^_^ Stay tuned for Part Four.