A/N: I actually wrote a limey part. O.o' That wasn't supposed to happen until later. Of course, it's different here, because it's not really...well, you'll see. Anyways, if you don't want to read lime, which is nondescriptive sex, then skip the first section of this chapter. There's a warning there, also. It isn't even really that bad...well, you can decide for yourself. More angst here. Not much Takesuke at all. Basically, the guys have a rainy day. Um, literally.

Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon, Clue, Pokemon (or the TCG), or Rice Crispies.

Rain, Rain, Go Away

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There was nothing audible in the room but whispers and murmurs. Fingers stroked delicate pale skin, gently, as if afraid to break the skin. Two figures moved against each other, not really two anymore, but more of a merged figure. The blonde boy under his lover gasped and rested his head in the crook of the tanned neck. Arms wrapped around his middle and pulled him closer, and lips kissed his blonde hair. He opened his blue eyes to stare at a spot in the ceiling. His vision blurred and he had to close his eyes again as another wave of pleasure attacked his senses.

"Daisuke," the blonde whispered, and then moaned. He clutched at his lover's sweat-covered back, face flushed.

They moved faster, became more desperate for release. The blonde began to cry out and tossed his head back, hair falling over the pillow and brushing over it. Tanned fingers ran through the golden locks, gripping them in fists.

Finally, the moment arrived, and they both cried out and the spiky-haired boy collapsed onto his blonde lover. They remained like this for a while, and then, next to his sensitive ear, he heard his lover whisper...

"Yamato..."

The blue eyes shot open.

Takeru shot up in bed, sweating and gasping. He gripped the bedcovers and shut his eyes hard, trying to steady his harsh breathing. He slowly opened his eyes and focused his vision on the damp spot on the sheets in between his knees. He shut his eyes again and let himself fall back onto his bed, covering his eyes with his hands.

"Shit," he cursed under his breath. He lay like that a while, almost afraid to remove his hands from his eyes, afraid to see his dream-boyfriend staring down at him, calling him his brother's name.

"We weren't going out. It wasn't cheating," the blonde repeated to himself, muffled by his hands.

He slowly rolled over to lay on his side, drawing his knees upwards towards himself.

"But he was sober," he whispered, as if arguing with himself.

He slowly uncurled and sat up, breathing properly now, and cringed as a vaguely familiar scent reached his nostrils.

"Damnit," he whispered as he grabbed his dirty sheets and yanked them off of the bed. He shoved them onto the floor and then moved to go to his dresser to find something clean to change into.

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Daisuke stared out the window, chin resting in his hand, eyes narrowed. He drummed his fingers on his knee. The TV droned on and on about things that had driven him to completely turn his back on the screen and face the window that shone no light into his room. There was no light to shine in.

Rain beat mercilessly against the windowpane. Daisuke sighed loudly as he watched lightning flash, and then heard thunder boom and make the house's walls seem to vibrate.

"Wonderful time for a storm. It's the last day to go out and have fun and not worry about going to school. Monday is tomorrow. I don't want to even think about being cooped up anywhere today. But no, there had to be a thunderstorm."

Just then, the light went out in his room and the TV shut off.

"Yeah, me and my big mouth. Stupid thunderstorms." He leant back to lay on his bed, forgetting he was more or less on the edge already, and got a big shock when he met nothing but air and his head banged hard against the edge of the table the TV was sitting on.

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Yamato rested his head on his arm as he sighed and stared at the black TV screen. He listened to the sound of his father knocking something over and cursing loudly as he tried to pick it up again. He heard even more cursing when his father found that he had broken something that was glass and was now trying to dislodge a piece of glass from his hand. Yamato laid down on the couch and closed his eyes. He blocked out the noise of the thunder and his father's angry voice and turned to thoughts of a beautiful brunette lying next to him. Yamato hugged a pillow to make up for lack of said brunette to hug.

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"Rain, rain, go away! Come again another day! Rain, rain-"


"Shut up, Taichi!"

"Okay, geez! You don't have to get all sore on me or anything-"

"It's your move, Ken."

Ken stopped yelling at Taichi long enough to grab the dice from the board and shake them in his cupped hands. Koushirou had come over earlier just to visit, and Taichi had come over because...actually, he had no idea whatsoever what Taichi was doing there, but they had both arrived a moment before it had started pouring, and now were playing a board game by candlelight, since the lights had gone out around fifteen minutes before.

They were playing Clue, which Koushirou hadn't known how to play, so they'd just handed him the instructions and let him read them while they were setting the game up, and by the time they were ready, he had memorized the entire instruction booklet.

"I guess-"

"You guess?"

"Uh...yeah."

"You don't guess until the end of the game. Now, we're just suggesting. See, that's how the game is played."

"Okay, I suggest that it was Mrs. White with a revolver in the kitchen."

Koushirou slid Taichi a card, face-down. Taichi grabbed it and slid it off the table and onto his lap, glanced at it, and then handed it back to Koushirou under the table. He grabbed his pen to check a revolver off of his list, but then blinked. There was already a check there.

"Hey, you already showed me that one."

Koushirou and Ken both sighed.

"Pay attention to the game, Tai."

"I am! I just get distracted."

"I forfeit," Ken said, throwing his cards onto the table and standing up. Koushirou and Taichi stared up at him, both raising an eyebrow.

Ken turned away from them and walked to the kitchen to get a snack from a cupboard. Koushirou and Taichi turned to each other, knowing the universal rule that, if one friend leaves the game, then the game usually stops because the other friends realize they were getting bored, also. They threw their cards onto the table and stood to follow Ken into the kitchen.

Ken threw them Rice Crispies treats and they caught them and began opening them. Ken grabbed his own and shut the cupboard, leaning against it and opening the shiny blue package.

"What do you guys want to do now?" Ken asked.

Koushirou and Taichi shrugged and looked at the floor, thoughtful expressions gracing their features. Suddenly Ken got an idea and he slowly looked up at them, smiling.

"You know what I haven't done in a long time?"

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"You're dead."

Taichi groaned, mouth full of Rice Crispies, and slowly moved his cards to the "Discard pile" in the corner of the playmat. He stared down at them and then slowly moved one of the cards on his "bench" up to the "active" position.

"Bad move," Ken warned him.

Taichi stared down at the playmat, trying to figure out what he meant. He finally noticed that the Pokemon he had moved up was a fire type, and Ken was using a water type, and he groaned again and leant his head back on his chair.

Ken smirked and told him to hurry up, since it was his turn, still. Koushirou watched in mild interest. He hadn't gotten swept away with the Pokemon Trading Card Game craze, but he had watched his friends play a couple of times, and so knew the rules and understood what things meant when they happened.

"I wonder what Yama's doing right now," Taichi said to himself, sighing, and moving damage counters to his card when Ken attacked.

"Probably thinking of you," Koushirou answered, smirking.

"Probably," Taichi agreed, looking wistful. Ken and Koushirou exchanged looks and rolled their eyes.

Taichi let his mind wander to daydreams, and stared at the ceiling for awhile while it was Ken's turn. He smiled as he thought of his beautiful boyfriend. He had such amazing eyes, such silky hair, and such a sexy purr. Taichi loved Yamato's purr. He almost drooled but remembered he wasn't alone and casually moved a hand across his mouth, wiping it.

"Taichi, you're dead."

"Damn it!"

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The second that the rain dried up and the sun began to break through the clouds for the first time in nearly ten hours, doors were thrown open and blurs dashed along sidewalks, eager to get out and be somewhere else.

Ken chased Taichi and Koushirou out, who had made a mess of his kitchen when trying to aid him in making chocolate milk - only Taichi could make a mess of a kitchen making something as simple as chocolate milk - and Taichi automatically sprinted to Yamato's house. He was surprised when he ran into Takeru on Yamato's porch, and even more surprised when Yamato's father came to the door to inform the boys that Yamato had left already to walk to the store to get eggs, milk, and bread.

Ken found himself on Daisuke's porch, and sighed when he was told that Daisuke was out visiting Takeru, and Daisuke himself kicked a rock down the sidewalk in annoyance when he found that his boyfriend was out visiting his brother. He lightened a bit when he saw Ken walking down the sidewalk towards him, waving at him.

Ken raised a questioning eyebrow when he saw Daisuke had his hand over a bump on his head and was gingerly rubbing it through his spiky-hair, but decided it was best not to ask.

Koushirou went home and went into his room, then nearly had a heart attack when someone that he hadn't been expecting at all jumped out at him from behind his bedroom door, laughing. Koushirou happily hugged Jyou and welcomed him back home after not seeing him for weeks.

Koushirou and Jyou decided to take Sora and Mimi out to dinner, since it had been a while since the four friends had all gone out together, and they set out to do just that before it could get too dark out.

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Takeru and Taichi walked down the road to the grocery store, both sighing, one from exhaustion and lack of sleep and the other from lovesickness.

"I miss Yamato," Taichi whined.

Takeru seemed to not hear him, staring hard at the cement.

Taichi turned to look over his younger friend, and noticed the dark circles under his eyes.

"You sleep much?"

"Huh?"

Takeru blinked and looked at Taichi, eyes slightly widened.

"You okay, Mini-Matty?"

"I guess."

Taichi raised his eyebrows when Takeru didn't tell him to not call him the nickname he hated. There must have been something wrong with him. Taichi decided not to ask him about it and leave it to his older brother. He guessed, correctly, that was why Takeru was going to see Yamato in the first place.

They reached the grocery store and went in, looking around for Yamato. Or, at least Taichi was, while Takeru stared at the floor as he walked. Taichi yanked him to the side once to avoid letting his friend crash into an old lady with a slow-moving shopping cart.

"Dude, what is wrong with you?" Taichi asked him.

Takeru looked up. "Huh?"

"Huh? Huh? I said, what's wrong-"

"Ack!"

Takeru bumped into someone and nearly sent them crashing into the stacked pyramid of tomato sauce cans. Takeru apologized and bowed, and then realized he recognized the shoes and jeans of the person standing in front of him. He looked up at Yamato.

"Oh, hi Yama."

Yamato gave him an impatient stare. "You know, you could have just greeted me like that, instead of nearly knocking me over."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention."

Yamato gave him a closer look. "Takeru, what's wrong? Why do you look so tired? Did you sleep at all last night? Did the thunder keep you up?"

Takeru wondered which question to answer first. He tried to remember the first one, and found he couldn't, then he went back to the last one, but found he'd forgotten it. In the middle of trying to remember that one, he forgot the others, and he found himself blinking and staring blankly at his brother.

"Can you ask me all that again?"

Yamato figured that with the long pause in between and the forgetting of his questions, something had to be wrong with his usually bright, cheery, and quick-witted younger brother. He absent-mindedly felt Takeru's forehead with the back of his hand.

"Are you sick?" He decided to ask one question at a time.

"No. Maybe. I feel sort of sick."

"Did you get any sleep last night?" Yamato moved his hand to Takeru's left cheek.

"Not really. The storm kept me up," Takeru said. It was sort of the truth, anyways.

"Oh, okay," Yamato said, giving him an odd look, but deciding to leave it at that.

Taichi waited until there was a pause of silence, figured that the brother-to-brother questioning was over, and hugged Yamato's arm.

"I missed you," he cooed, stroking Yamato's hair with one hand.

Yamato blushed and smiled. "Missed you too."

"Do you have your groceries done yet?" Takeru asked, looking at the barely-filled shopping cart.

"Just about. We only needed a few things. I still need to get the milk and cereal, though. We ran out."

Taichi dragged Yamato along to the cereal aisle, talking away, and Yamato gave the occasional nod. He stopped walking, though, when he noticed that they had left Takeru behind.

He turned and called out to Takeru, who stopped staring at the floor, turned in the direction of Yamato's voice, and began making his way towards them, dragging his feet on the floor.

When he got to where Taichi and Yamato stood, Yamato, by a pang of maternal instinct, linked his arm through Takeru's, so he wouldn't lose him there in the grocery store.

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A/N: Takeru's goooooone...sigh. I didn't want him to be the one that brought the angst into the fic. It was supposed to be...gah. Never mind. Fine, I'll do it his way. **Pouts** Damn Takeru for being so much like me. Or the other way around. I don't know. Um...I digress. Next chapter, we'll have Daisuke and Ken out buddy-buddying, Takeru trying to get answers from his older brother about...that night, and...whatever else I throw into the chapter off the top of my head. Anyways, please review. If you don't, I'll assume no one's read this chapter yet, and I won't start on the next. (Or won't post the next. Whatever.)