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Yamaken. This chapter is censored, I took the lemon away. I'll put it up on Mediaminer or somewhere. *shrug* FF.net took all the fun away… _
chapter 4
Since the sun painted the walls yellow, Yamato figured it was morning enough to wake up. Oh, it felt so good waking up with this breathing warm creature in your arms. So good to hug and kiss... you bet it can get better. Etchi no Yamato! (a/n pervert Yamato)
*You can't be serious..*
Oh come on, Ken looked delicious. Yamato shook his head - not a chance to kiss those lips again, to caress his hair, to feel his breath on his skin. But he wanted to.
He loved being intimate; he found great comfort in touches and hugs. Mixed with his fear of being abandoned it was the reason why he built ice walls around himself, admitting solely his most trusted friends within. Takeru, Taichi, Sora had the privilege - Takeru being his brother, Taichi - his best friend, Sora - a caring girlfriend. But it hurt. It hurt when Takeru grew up and moved away. It caused pain when Taichi mistook him and fell in love with him. It was a blow when Sora ditched him.
Why did he feel so comforted then?
He pictured Ken weeping in his arms. Ken broke the ice, shattered the walls, sneaked in Yamato's arms and curled in his warm lap like a kitten.
Yamato wandered about the apartment for a while, making breakfast, which let his mind off the subject of Ken, and... came back to the room where the boy sweetly slept. Yamato peeked out in the balcony, did a survey of the room and felt something drawing him to Ken. Irresistible. He climbed into bed.
"Ken," he whispered and pushed him out of his dream. Ken flung his eyes open. He was not used to such waking-ups.
"Morning!"
Ken blearily looked at him from below, one cheek cozily wrapped up in the pillow and streaks of his indigo hair arranged in an adorable halo around his head. Yamato held back his breath and leant over with a smile. Ken's eyes followed his face.
Yamato found himself leaning more until their lips touched. Ken angled his head, full of dreamy fog and parted his lips. The tame kiss grew wilder, and soon it burned with emotion causing Ken to lock his lips with Yamato's and utter light moans.
"Ken," the blonde tore his lips away and raised his head. His confidence wavered - somehow this game slipped out of his control.
Two eyes full of desire met his.
"Go on," Ken pleaded hoarsely.
"But..."
Ken grabbed Yamato's hands with his strong trained fingers and placed them over the thin fabric of his pyjamas before gliding them up to the tender skin under it. Yamato emitted a short moan when Ken shifted, troubled by the pleasant interference on his stomach and forgot the disturbing thought that all this might very easy lead to sex.
"Yamato," he breathed, throwing his arms around the older boy's shoulders pleadingly, and pressed his hungry mouth to the blonde's. Yamato inhaled a wonderful scent of Ken's dark hair. He was done for.
*I didn't know I was gay!* a panicked thought stormed his mind.
SURPRISE!!!
Yamato felt Ken's fingers slip into his pants and caress his groin.
"Ahng!" Yamato yelped.
Ken tore away and sat back on his hunches staring guiltily to the side. "I'm sorry, Yamato. I..."
Yamato ran his fingers up Ken's shoulders. And brought his face up by his chin to a lingering kiss.
"I lied," Ken said after they parted. His eyes bore into his. "I don't want to be your brother. I want ... to be your lover..."
Yamato lowered his eyes to Ken's trousers.
"I noticed," he said.
"Can I trust you?" Ken asked.
Yamato wondered if Ken was thinking the same as him... about sex.
"If you are my lover, you must."
"I trust you. Can we.. now?"
Yamato nodded.
*I'm going to have sex with Ken,* he thought. *Taichi's gonna kill me. Daisuke's gonna help him. Sora will bite my head off. Dad's gonna denounce me. Takeru won't speak to me anymore...like I care,* the blonde thought and gave Ken a lascivious kiss on lips. A spasm of pure lust ran down Ken's spine.
"Yamato...?" Ken prompted.
"Uhu.." *Daisuke was a loser,* Yamato thought.
Ken smiled and pressed his lips to Yamato's. *God, is he good at kissing..*
"Now..." Ken pleaded. Pleaded to be abused.
*** (a/n they DID sleep with each other. Yay!!! ^o^)
They lay side by side trying to contemplate what had just happened..
"Yamato.." Ken murmured hoarsely, brushing his lips on his jawline. "I love you.."
Yamato blew away the streak of dark hair from Ken's face and observed his swollen lips..
"God, Ken..."
*How good I can feel... Maybe, we should practise...* an idle idea stormed Yamato's brain. He shifted his head and looked at Ken and smiled in a cunning and perfectly comprehensive way.
"Well.." he said.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Ken wondered quietly. There was a genius spark in his amethyst eyes.
Yamato leaned over to share a sound kiss between their mouths. The boy responded, then moved his lips swiftly to the back of Yamato's neck and sucked the skin beneath his long blonde hair.
Playing...
Yamato strained to remember just where to he had thrown the damned lube, but this presented notorious difficulty as hormones messed up his mind.
Ken decided that large a lovebite was enough and snuggled his smiling face to Yamato's cheek.
"Ken, you can do it again. I love wearing polo-necks.." the blonde breathed with admiration. Ken cozily settled in to have sex one more time and Yamato read him right and eager..
At this moment the doorbell rang loudly. There was a swift moment of them both switching to reality channel.
"Oh, for Devimon's guts, my PARENTS are here!!!" Ken screamed quietly.
He and Yamato rushed to put their clothes on with a hopeless effort to make presentable themselves, the room and the BED!!!
"Oh what a mess!"
"Just how am I gonna explain it?!" Ken panicked.
There was the sound of the door being unlocked.
"Darling, are you asleep?" called Ken's mother to her son.
"No, mom!" Ken cried, swinging the lubricant into one of the drawers of his table. He kicked the blankets scattered on the floor into his wardrobe, while Yamato was making the bed.
"Yamato.." Ken sounded nearly desperate. "How do I look?"
Instead of answering Yamato locked their lips in a deep penetrating kiss that neither was willing to end. Yamato's hands wove with Ken's dark silk hair. With a moan they parted.
"Perfect!" Yamato whispered. He brushed his hair down to make it look less like Kaiser's. Ken was thoroughly enjoying the process however short it was. His alluring eyes glistened. There was the sound of approaching feet in the corridor.
Yamato was decent already. Well, almost. Ken roughly seized the sides of his face and frenched him merging their mouths together.
"Look, breakfast is ready!" said Ken's father from the kitchen.
"Ken?" his mother called out.
Ken gave a moan and jumped from the blonde just before Mrs. Ichijouji opened the door to her fourteen-year-old son's bedroom.
"Merry Christmas, mom!" Ken said panting and trying to hide it. "This is Ishida Yamato, he errr.."
Yamato straightened his hair frantically.
"Ichijouji-san, Ken was so kind as to invite me over. My father got an emergency call from the Fuji TV station and I was left all by myself on Christmas eve. We decided to have our own petite celebration," Yamato lied with a charming smile. Ken gave him a reproachful side-glance.
*Liar...!*
"Oh, I see. Well, good morning.. Well, you boys have had breakfast already?"
"Not quite," Ken said feeling starved to death.
"Well...what were you doing the whole night?"
"Playing cards.." said Yamato.
"..Reading," said Ken at the same time.
"All right." Mrs. Ichijouji said and checked the room. Everything was nearly perfect. "I hope you didn't miss us very much, Ken. Well, let's go eat."
"Don't worry, mom! I had nice Christmas... Really... nice..."
Ken looked sheepishly away.
She let the door swivel on its own and shut.
Yamato pulled Ken's chin upwards. He had a wide grin on his face.
"Parents have that bad habit of interrupting, ne?" he murmured.
"Uhu.."
The boys leant in for a kiss when the noise outside the door petrified them.
Ken licked his burning lips. God, he so badly wanted to kiss Yamato...
"My father usually comes home pretty late," Yamato informed in a sly tone that didn't match his innocent smile.
"I can convince Mom to let me sleep over..."
"Ken?" his mother called.
"C-C-Coming!"
Ken and Yamato entwined their fingers together and Ken mouthed three words to him that sparked a fire inside of the blonde.
'I want you..'
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end to part three.
^_^;;;
Yamaken. This chapter is censored, I took the lemon away. I'll put it up on Mediaminer or somewhere. *shrug* FF.net took all the fun away… _
chapter 4
Since the sun painted the walls yellow, Yamato figured it was morning enough to wake up. Oh, it felt so good waking up with this breathing warm creature in your arms. So good to hug and kiss... you bet it can get better. Etchi no Yamato! (a/n pervert Yamato)
*You can't be serious..*
Oh come on, Ken looked delicious. Yamato shook his head - not a chance to kiss those lips again, to caress his hair, to feel his breath on his skin. But he wanted to.
He loved being intimate; he found great comfort in touches and hugs. Mixed with his fear of being abandoned it was the reason why he built ice walls around himself, admitting solely his most trusted friends within. Takeru, Taichi, Sora had the privilege - Takeru being his brother, Taichi - his best friend, Sora - a caring girlfriend. But it hurt. It hurt when Takeru grew up and moved away. It caused pain when Taichi mistook him and fell in love with him. It was a blow when Sora ditched him.
Why did he feel so comforted then?
He pictured Ken weeping in his arms. Ken broke the ice, shattered the walls, sneaked in Yamato's arms and curled in his warm lap like a kitten.
Yamato wandered about the apartment for a while, making breakfast, which let his mind off the subject of Ken, and... came back to the room where the boy sweetly slept. Yamato peeked out in the balcony, did a survey of the room and felt something drawing him to Ken. Irresistible. He climbed into bed.
"Ken," he whispered and pushed him out of his dream. Ken flung his eyes open. He was not used to such waking-ups.
"Morning!"
Ken blearily looked at him from below, one cheek cozily wrapped up in the pillow and streaks of his indigo hair arranged in an adorable halo around his head. Yamato held back his breath and leant over with a smile. Ken's eyes followed his face.
Yamato found himself leaning more until their lips touched. Ken angled his head, full of dreamy fog and parted his lips. The tame kiss grew wilder, and soon it burned with emotion causing Ken to lock his lips with Yamato's and utter light moans.
"Ken," the blonde tore his lips away and raised his head. His confidence wavered - somehow this game slipped out of his control.
Two eyes full of desire met his.
"Go on," Ken pleaded hoarsely.
"But..."
Ken grabbed Yamato's hands with his strong trained fingers and placed them over the thin fabric of his pyjamas before gliding them up to the tender skin under it. Yamato emitted a short moan when Ken shifted, troubled by the pleasant interference on his stomach and forgot the disturbing thought that all this might very easy lead to sex.
"Yamato," he breathed, throwing his arms around the older boy's shoulders pleadingly, and pressed his hungry mouth to the blonde's. Yamato inhaled a wonderful scent of Ken's dark hair. He was done for.
*I didn't know I was gay!* a panicked thought stormed his mind.
SURPRISE!!!
Yamato felt Ken's fingers slip into his pants and caress his groin.
"Ahng!" Yamato yelped.
Ken tore away and sat back on his hunches staring guiltily to the side. "I'm sorry, Yamato. I..."
Yamato ran his fingers up Ken's shoulders. And brought his face up by his chin to a lingering kiss.
"I lied," Ken said after they parted. His eyes bore into his. "I don't want to be your brother. I want ... to be your lover..."
Yamato lowered his eyes to Ken's trousers.
"I noticed," he said.
"Can I trust you?" Ken asked.
Yamato wondered if Ken was thinking the same as him... about sex.
"If you are my lover, you must."
"I trust you. Can we.. now?"
Yamato nodded.
*I'm going to have sex with Ken,* he thought. *Taichi's gonna kill me. Daisuke's gonna help him. Sora will bite my head off. Dad's gonna denounce me. Takeru won't speak to me anymore...like I care,* the blonde thought and gave Ken a lascivious kiss on lips. A spasm of pure lust ran down Ken's spine.
"Yamato...?" Ken prompted.
"Uhu.." *Daisuke was a loser,* Yamato thought.
Ken smiled and pressed his lips to Yamato's. *God, is he good at kissing..*
"Now..." Ken pleaded. Pleaded to be abused.
*** (a/n they DID sleep with each other. Yay!!! ^o^)
They lay side by side trying to contemplate what had just happened..
"Yamato.." Ken murmured hoarsely, brushing his lips on his jawline. "I love you.."
Yamato blew away the streak of dark hair from Ken's face and observed his swollen lips..
"God, Ken..."
*How good I can feel... Maybe, we should practise...* an idle idea stormed Yamato's brain. He shifted his head and looked at Ken and smiled in a cunning and perfectly comprehensive way.
"Well.." he said.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Ken wondered quietly. There was a genius spark in his amethyst eyes.
Yamato leaned over to share a sound kiss between their mouths. The boy responded, then moved his lips swiftly to the back of Yamato's neck and sucked the skin beneath his long blonde hair.
Playing...
Yamato strained to remember just where to he had thrown the damned lube, but this presented notorious difficulty as hormones messed up his mind.
Ken decided that large a lovebite was enough and snuggled his smiling face to Yamato's cheek.
"Ken, you can do it again. I love wearing polo-necks.." the blonde breathed with admiration. Ken cozily settled in to have sex one more time and Yamato read him right and eager..
At this moment the doorbell rang loudly. There was a swift moment of them both switching to reality channel.
"Oh, for Devimon's guts, my PARENTS are here!!!" Ken screamed quietly.
He and Yamato rushed to put their clothes on with a hopeless effort to make presentable themselves, the room and the BED!!!
"Oh what a mess!"
"Just how am I gonna explain it?!" Ken panicked.
There was the sound of the door being unlocked.
"Darling, are you asleep?" called Ken's mother to her son.
"No, mom!" Ken cried, swinging the lubricant into one of the drawers of his table. He kicked the blankets scattered on the floor into his wardrobe, while Yamato was making the bed.
"Yamato.." Ken sounded nearly desperate. "How do I look?"
Instead of answering Yamato locked their lips in a deep penetrating kiss that neither was willing to end. Yamato's hands wove with Ken's dark silk hair. With a moan they parted.
"Perfect!" Yamato whispered. He brushed his hair down to make it look less like Kaiser's. Ken was thoroughly enjoying the process however short it was. His alluring eyes glistened. There was the sound of approaching feet in the corridor.
Yamato was decent already. Well, almost. Ken roughly seized the sides of his face and frenched him merging their mouths together.
"Look, breakfast is ready!" said Ken's father from the kitchen.
"Ken?" his mother called out.
Ken gave a moan and jumped from the blonde just before Mrs. Ichijouji opened the door to her fourteen-year-old son's bedroom.
"Merry Christmas, mom!" Ken said panting and trying to hide it. "This is Ishida Yamato, he errr.."
Yamato straightened his hair frantically.
"Ichijouji-san, Ken was so kind as to invite me over. My father got an emergency call from the Fuji TV station and I was left all by myself on Christmas eve. We decided to have our own petite celebration," Yamato lied with a charming smile. Ken gave him a reproachful side-glance.
*Liar...!*
"Oh, I see. Well, good morning.. Well, you boys have had breakfast already?"
"Not quite," Ken said feeling starved to death.
"Well...what were you doing the whole night?"
"Playing cards.." said Yamato.
"..Reading," said Ken at the same time.
"All right." Mrs. Ichijouji said and checked the room. Everything was nearly perfect. "I hope you didn't miss us very much, Ken. Well, let's go eat."
"Don't worry, mom! I had nice Christmas... Really... nice..."
Ken looked sheepishly away.
She let the door swivel on its own and shut.
Yamato pulled Ken's chin upwards. He had a wide grin on his face.
"Parents have that bad habit of interrupting, ne?" he murmured.
"Uhu.."
The boys leant in for a kiss when the noise outside the door petrified them.
Ken licked his burning lips. God, he so badly wanted to kiss Yamato...
"My father usually comes home pretty late," Yamato informed in a sly tone that didn't match his innocent smile.
"I can convince Mom to let me sleep over..."
"Ken?" his mother called.
"C-C-Coming!"
Ken and Yamato entwined their fingers together and Ken mouthed three words to him that sparked a fire inside of the blonde.
'I want you..'
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end to part three.
^_^;;;