A/N: Okay, so I haven't written in a while. That's because of a lack of
motivation and just plain laziness. Thanks to those who reviewed. You made
my day, again! So, I wrote this out of, not necessarily want, but need. I
felt I really needed to get a new chapter up. So this was actually quite
rushed, although it was edited many times. I'm not quite satisfied with it,
and I hope to be doing further editing. So this is what I have so far. I
hope it holds you until the next chapter, or until the new and improved one
I will have up, hopefully soon.
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine. Yamato and Takeru are not mine...yet...^_~...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Yamato always went out, and their mom didn't seem to care. It was pure luck that she didn't seem to see T.K. tagging along with him. His heart was beating wildly. He could have sworn the neighbors could heard it. But was finally doing it. He was breaking the rules, living on the edge, wearing over-sized clothing.
He was scared shitless.
The sky was dark, the night was slightly chilly, and he smelled like one of those perfume sections at the mall. Yamato said it made him 'smell sexy' whatever the fuck that meant. He followed his brother closely as they headed towards the 'hip' part of town.
Yamato had stopped a few times to talk to friends, and seemingly to Takeru, he knew everyone. He had been introduced to over twenty people and they hadn't even reached the club yet. T.K's eyes shifted uneasily as various brightly colored people made there way to a club across the street. He could have sworn one man winked at him. As more colorful characters made their way down the street, T.K struggled with the gender of one androgynous man--or--woman. He was almost sure it was a woman, but then 'she' grabbed at her crotch and re-arranged her self. 'Where the fuck have you taken me Yama? Where am I? Why is everyone looking at me?'
Yamato looked down at his brother and could see the fear in his eyes. He placed a hand on his shoulder and reassured him that he would be fine, and that all he needed to do was loosen up a bit.
"I know what you need T.K. Follow me."
T.K nodded and followed his brother into the club that the more flamboyant crowed seemed to be making their way into. The bouncer looked big, mean, and scary, and T.K knew at that point that there was no way he was getting in. When their turn came the man stopped them. T.K could feel his heart beating in every part of his body. He felt himself tensing up, and he felt slightly light headed. The bouncer looked at Yamato, and tipped his tinted glasses down to make eye contact.
"How old is he?"
"He's my brother. Come on Joey, for old time's sake!"
T.K looked at him, confused. 'Old time's sake?' What did that mean? Had Yama had sex with him too?
"Yeah okay, just don't make a scene okay? I don't wanna get fired."
"You can trust me, remember?"
The bouncer chuckled to himself and lifted the rope to let them him. T.K's eyes widen as the sounds, sights, and smells filled his being. The techno was blaring, he could feel the bass run through him. There were people every where, dancing, making out, getting drunk. His eyes drew up to the second level. There were actually cages! They had cages, and people were dancing in them, people wearing next to nothing. Men and woman wearing next to nothing. He looked over at his brother who was saying something, but he couldn't make it out because of the deafening techno.
"What?!"
Yamato moved in closer to him.
"I'm gonna get you a drink. Stay here!"
"Stay here? But--"
"Don't be a pussy! I'll only be a minute! Don't go home with any one while I'm gone!"
"Don't worry, I won't!"
And with a smile Yamato disappeared into the crowed. T.K felt utterly lost. Actually lost. He stared up towards a group on the second floor, they were taking hits off each others bodies. 'What kind of club is this?' The strobe lights hit T.K directly is his eyes, causing his vision to be a bit hazy. He blinked for clarity, only to have his innocent act taken as some sort of seductive gesture, and before he knew it some girl was rubbing up against him. He wasn't too sure what to do, so he just stood there looking for Yamato.
The girl didn't seem to mind that T.K wasn't dancing with her, she just continued to rub against him. Yamato walked back within minutes a large drink in hand.
"You sure to get 'em fast don't you?" Yamato laughed. "You take after me."
"She just sort of came out of know where."
"Yeah, they do that. Drink this."
Yamato handed T.K the drink and watched him with curiosity.
"What is it?"
"Sex on the beach."
"What?"
"That's what the drink is called. It's good, you'll like it."
"What's in it?"
"A lot of stuff."
"Like what?"
Yamato looked tiredly at his brother while raising an eyebrow, then sighed. "Brandy, peach schnapps, vodka, and fruit punch."
"Vodka?"
"You can't taste it. Try it!"
T.K could hear his inner voice screaming, 'No! No!' But he figured, when in Rome...He sipped at it, then once he realized that it didn't taste that bad drank it in a few gulps.
"You like it?"
"Yeah."
"You want another?"
"Yeah!"
"That's my boy!"
And Yamato was gone again. The woman was still rubbing against him, and he could feel himself slowly swaying to the music. It wasn't that bad. Before he knew it, he was full out grinding with this girl, and he didn't care. Of course this was all due to the four drinks he had, but he didn't care anymore. All of the fear, the protective shell he had build for himself, it was all gone, and he just didn't care about anything. A familiar song began playing, and T.K tried hard to remember what it was called. He closed his eyes in concentration. His senses were immediately heightened, he could feel dozens of hands touching him from all over, it felt good. His eyes shot open when he remembered it. Mimi had played it for him, it was called 'Song 2' by a band called 'Blur' he began screaming the words, even though he didn't know them, and dancing wildly.
By the fifth drink the world became tipsy. His balance was completely gone, and he could feel his legs coming out from under him. The room was spinning and he smiled at the feeling as the music became fuzzy. The could see Yama leaning over him, a worried look on his face.
"Don't worry Yama..."
He could feel strong arms wrap around his waste and pull him up. He was being led somewhere. It was all part of the ride. He closed his eyes slightly, and felt the heat from the dancers body wash over him. He could feel Yama putting him down, his eyes flickered open and he was that he was sitting in a booth. T.K began laughing wildly.
"I love this! This is the best day ever!" T.K continued laughing.
"Looks like you had a bit too much to drink. You must have a low tolerance or something, cause I only gave you two."
Takeru began laughing again. "I got a few more!" He paused for a minute. "I want another one! Can you get me one? I would but my legs aren't working!"
T.K had said it so innocently, Yamato almost regretted taking him there. But Yamato was like that too the first time he partied, and he was fine now. T.K needed this, he just had a bit too much to drink, that was all. There was no need to feel guilty.
"No more T.K. You are drunk-as-fuck. I'm not gonna carry you home."
T.K sighed. He wanted more so badly, but he knew inside that it was best he didn't have anymore. He watched the people dancing, and eventually Yamato got back up and started dancing again, leaving Takeru alone. Before, this would have bothered him, but now, nothing mattered, he was having a good time. Everything was great. About ten minutes later the girl he had been dancing previously with came to the booth and plopped down beside him. She smiled, he smile.
"I was looking for you. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just had a few to many sex on the beach's." He laughed when he heard his own statement.
"How old are you anyway?"
"How old do you want me to be?"
She smiled as she placed a hand on his knee. Oh yeah, he knew where this was going. Before he knew it her tongue was in his mouth and his hands were up her shirt. He tried to think, to process what was going on. To put this whole night in perspective, but at that point, he didn't even know how to spell perspective. Things got even more heated when somehow her hands found their way into his pants. The sober T.K would have wondered if people were watching, the sober T.K would not be making out with this girl, the sober T.K would be at home sleeping. Fuck the sober T.K, some chick had her hands down his pants. He couldn't be happier. He let everything take him in, the feelings, every sensation. He could feel himself climaxing she removed her hands quickly. He groaned in disappointment.
"You want more? Come with me."
"I want to, but my brother...I can't leave."
"Oh come on! Screw your brother! Do you want all of it? I'll give it to you."
'Shit, oh shit! Stay and wait for Yama, or go and get laid by pretty stranger? What would Yama do? He would go, but I'm not Yama, and I don't know this person, and--no! That's old T.K, that's sober T.K talking. I should just go with her. What's the worst that could happen? T.K could feel himself getting up, but then Yama's voice stopped him.
"Hey! T.K! You leaving already?"
"I was just--"
"We gotta go anyway, come on."
"I was actually gonna go with her." T.K tried to look at serious as possible, but given the situation...
Yamato looked over at the girl. His was obviously displeased with her. "Maybe another time?"
She pouted, and walked away, back into the crowed.
"Yama! I was gonna get laid!"
"I know that girl, T.K. She's been with everyone, you know what I mean? I don't think you would have been safe with her."
"Fine, I guess." T.K looked so disappointed. For once in his life.
"Look, I'm going over to my new friends house, you think you could take a cab?"
"Sure!" T.K faked a grin, but inside he was trying to conceal the anger that was growing for his hypocrite brother. How can he tell T.K not to go off with a stranger, then go off with a stranger himself? And further more, how could he get him drunk, show him the time of his life, and then send him home? He continued to smile.
As T.K tried to get out of the booth he stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Okay, maybe you can't take a cab." He looked over at the tall red-haired guy he was with. "Mind if he comes? He'll probably just pass out."
The man nodded, and Yama grabbed his brother and carried him out to the man's car. They got in and drove downtown, not to far from where the club was, then got out. The red-hared guy lead them into his apartment and Yamato dropped T.K on the couch. Soon after T.K's eye's became heavy and they shut.
He opened them a while later and saw two blurry figures. He blinked a few times for clarification, it was Yamato and that guy and they were... 'Oh god. So that's what it looks like.' T.K wanted to look away but he was transfixed. He knew it was wrong to watch his brother, but he just couldn't help himself. The two made loud noises which filled the entire apartment, and he wondered why they hadn't woken him up earlier. They were really loud, especially the red-hared guy. He kept screaming Yama's name. 'He would be in control wouldn't he?' T.K could feel himself getting hard at the sight of the activity in front of him. His slipped his hands into his jeans and gently began massaging himself. He tried to keep himself from making any noise. He didn't want the others to know he was awake. He kept watching, and pumping himself harder until he finally came. He let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes again.
He could heard voices coming closer and closer. He didn't want to open his eyes, so he just lay there, pretending to be asleep.
"Looks like he came in his sleep."
"All over your couch too, sorry man."
"Doesn't matter."
"I don't blame him though, that girl got him all hard and then just left him."
"Bitch."
"That's just not fair to do to a guy."
"I know." The man's voice sounded serious.
"I was only teasing. I got you off didn't I?"
"Well the seconds seemed like minutes."
Yamato laughed. "I know I shouldn't wake him up, but we gotta get home before our mom wakes up."
"Want me to drive you?"
"Yeah, could you?"
"No prob."
T.K could feel his brother shake him, and he reluctantly rose up.
"Ready to go?"
T.K made a muffled noise and followed his brother and the man out of the apartment. They got into his car once more and were soon home. It was still dark out, about five or six in the morning. Yamato waved to his 'new friend' and helped T.K into the elevator. They were soon on their floor and Yama made his way into the apartment, making sure his mom wasn't up for some reason, which she wasn't and he lead T.K into their room. He pulled off his brother's cloths and laid him down on the bed, then flopped down onto his own.
Later that morning T.K awoke with a splitting headache. He stumbled to the kitchen and got some pain killers. As he swallowed the two tiny pills, all of the memories of last night hit him. The drinks, the dancing, the girl, his brother...He placed the glass down and sat. He whispered quietly to himself.
"Oh shit..." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: I know I can take this so many places from here, but I am seriously having some writer's block. Hmm, what should happen next? Suggestions? Also, please forgive the strange awkward moments which seem to run through out this entire chapter. Maybe I'm the only one who will notice it though...
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine. Yamato and Takeru are not mine...yet...^_~...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Yamato always went out, and their mom didn't seem to care. It was pure luck that she didn't seem to see T.K. tagging along with him. His heart was beating wildly. He could have sworn the neighbors could heard it. But was finally doing it. He was breaking the rules, living on the edge, wearing over-sized clothing.
He was scared shitless.
The sky was dark, the night was slightly chilly, and he smelled like one of those perfume sections at the mall. Yamato said it made him 'smell sexy' whatever the fuck that meant. He followed his brother closely as they headed towards the 'hip' part of town.
Yamato had stopped a few times to talk to friends, and seemingly to Takeru, he knew everyone. He had been introduced to over twenty people and they hadn't even reached the club yet. T.K's eyes shifted uneasily as various brightly colored people made there way to a club across the street. He could have sworn one man winked at him. As more colorful characters made their way down the street, T.K struggled with the gender of one androgynous man--or--woman. He was almost sure it was a woman, but then 'she' grabbed at her crotch and re-arranged her self. 'Where the fuck have you taken me Yama? Where am I? Why is everyone looking at me?'
Yamato looked down at his brother and could see the fear in his eyes. He placed a hand on his shoulder and reassured him that he would be fine, and that all he needed to do was loosen up a bit.
"I know what you need T.K. Follow me."
T.K nodded and followed his brother into the club that the more flamboyant crowed seemed to be making their way into. The bouncer looked big, mean, and scary, and T.K knew at that point that there was no way he was getting in. When their turn came the man stopped them. T.K could feel his heart beating in every part of his body. He felt himself tensing up, and he felt slightly light headed. The bouncer looked at Yamato, and tipped his tinted glasses down to make eye contact.
"How old is he?"
"He's my brother. Come on Joey, for old time's sake!"
T.K looked at him, confused. 'Old time's sake?' What did that mean? Had Yama had sex with him too?
"Yeah okay, just don't make a scene okay? I don't wanna get fired."
"You can trust me, remember?"
The bouncer chuckled to himself and lifted the rope to let them him. T.K's eyes widen as the sounds, sights, and smells filled his being. The techno was blaring, he could feel the bass run through him. There were people every where, dancing, making out, getting drunk. His eyes drew up to the second level. There were actually cages! They had cages, and people were dancing in them, people wearing next to nothing. Men and woman wearing next to nothing. He looked over at his brother who was saying something, but he couldn't make it out because of the deafening techno.
"What?!"
Yamato moved in closer to him.
"I'm gonna get you a drink. Stay here!"
"Stay here? But--"
"Don't be a pussy! I'll only be a minute! Don't go home with any one while I'm gone!"
"Don't worry, I won't!"
And with a smile Yamato disappeared into the crowed. T.K felt utterly lost. Actually lost. He stared up towards a group on the second floor, they were taking hits off each others bodies. 'What kind of club is this?' The strobe lights hit T.K directly is his eyes, causing his vision to be a bit hazy. He blinked for clarity, only to have his innocent act taken as some sort of seductive gesture, and before he knew it some girl was rubbing up against him. He wasn't too sure what to do, so he just stood there looking for Yamato.
The girl didn't seem to mind that T.K wasn't dancing with her, she just continued to rub against him. Yamato walked back within minutes a large drink in hand.
"You sure to get 'em fast don't you?" Yamato laughed. "You take after me."
"She just sort of came out of know where."
"Yeah, they do that. Drink this."
Yamato handed T.K the drink and watched him with curiosity.
"What is it?"
"Sex on the beach."
"What?"
"That's what the drink is called. It's good, you'll like it."
"What's in it?"
"A lot of stuff."
"Like what?"
Yamato looked tiredly at his brother while raising an eyebrow, then sighed. "Brandy, peach schnapps, vodka, and fruit punch."
"Vodka?"
"You can't taste it. Try it!"
T.K could hear his inner voice screaming, 'No! No!' But he figured, when in Rome...He sipped at it, then once he realized that it didn't taste that bad drank it in a few gulps.
"You like it?"
"Yeah."
"You want another?"
"Yeah!"
"That's my boy!"
And Yamato was gone again. The woman was still rubbing against him, and he could feel himself slowly swaying to the music. It wasn't that bad. Before he knew it, he was full out grinding with this girl, and he didn't care. Of course this was all due to the four drinks he had, but he didn't care anymore. All of the fear, the protective shell he had build for himself, it was all gone, and he just didn't care about anything. A familiar song began playing, and T.K tried hard to remember what it was called. He closed his eyes in concentration. His senses were immediately heightened, he could feel dozens of hands touching him from all over, it felt good. His eyes shot open when he remembered it. Mimi had played it for him, it was called 'Song 2' by a band called 'Blur' he began screaming the words, even though he didn't know them, and dancing wildly.
By the fifth drink the world became tipsy. His balance was completely gone, and he could feel his legs coming out from under him. The room was spinning and he smiled at the feeling as the music became fuzzy. The could see Yama leaning over him, a worried look on his face.
"Don't worry Yama..."
He could feel strong arms wrap around his waste and pull him up. He was being led somewhere. It was all part of the ride. He closed his eyes slightly, and felt the heat from the dancers body wash over him. He could feel Yama putting him down, his eyes flickered open and he was that he was sitting in a booth. T.K began laughing wildly.
"I love this! This is the best day ever!" T.K continued laughing.
"Looks like you had a bit too much to drink. You must have a low tolerance or something, cause I only gave you two."
Takeru began laughing again. "I got a few more!" He paused for a minute. "I want another one! Can you get me one? I would but my legs aren't working!"
T.K had said it so innocently, Yamato almost regretted taking him there. But Yamato was like that too the first time he partied, and he was fine now. T.K needed this, he just had a bit too much to drink, that was all. There was no need to feel guilty.
"No more T.K. You are drunk-as-fuck. I'm not gonna carry you home."
T.K sighed. He wanted more so badly, but he knew inside that it was best he didn't have anymore. He watched the people dancing, and eventually Yamato got back up and started dancing again, leaving Takeru alone. Before, this would have bothered him, but now, nothing mattered, he was having a good time. Everything was great. About ten minutes later the girl he had been dancing previously with came to the booth and plopped down beside him. She smiled, he smile.
"I was looking for you. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just had a few to many sex on the beach's." He laughed when he heard his own statement.
"How old are you anyway?"
"How old do you want me to be?"
She smiled as she placed a hand on his knee. Oh yeah, he knew where this was going. Before he knew it her tongue was in his mouth and his hands were up her shirt. He tried to think, to process what was going on. To put this whole night in perspective, but at that point, he didn't even know how to spell perspective. Things got even more heated when somehow her hands found their way into his pants. The sober T.K would have wondered if people were watching, the sober T.K would not be making out with this girl, the sober T.K would be at home sleeping. Fuck the sober T.K, some chick had her hands down his pants. He couldn't be happier. He let everything take him in, the feelings, every sensation. He could feel himself climaxing she removed her hands quickly. He groaned in disappointment.
"You want more? Come with me."
"I want to, but my brother...I can't leave."
"Oh come on! Screw your brother! Do you want all of it? I'll give it to you."
'Shit, oh shit! Stay and wait for Yama, or go and get laid by pretty stranger? What would Yama do? He would go, but I'm not Yama, and I don't know this person, and--no! That's old T.K, that's sober T.K talking. I should just go with her. What's the worst that could happen? T.K could feel himself getting up, but then Yama's voice stopped him.
"Hey! T.K! You leaving already?"
"I was just--"
"We gotta go anyway, come on."
"I was actually gonna go with her." T.K tried to look at serious as possible, but given the situation...
Yamato looked over at the girl. His was obviously displeased with her. "Maybe another time?"
She pouted, and walked away, back into the crowed.
"Yama! I was gonna get laid!"
"I know that girl, T.K. She's been with everyone, you know what I mean? I don't think you would have been safe with her."
"Fine, I guess." T.K looked so disappointed. For once in his life.
"Look, I'm going over to my new friends house, you think you could take a cab?"
"Sure!" T.K faked a grin, but inside he was trying to conceal the anger that was growing for his hypocrite brother. How can he tell T.K not to go off with a stranger, then go off with a stranger himself? And further more, how could he get him drunk, show him the time of his life, and then send him home? He continued to smile.
As T.K tried to get out of the booth he stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Okay, maybe you can't take a cab." He looked over at the tall red-haired guy he was with. "Mind if he comes? He'll probably just pass out."
The man nodded, and Yama grabbed his brother and carried him out to the man's car. They got in and drove downtown, not to far from where the club was, then got out. The red-hared guy lead them into his apartment and Yamato dropped T.K on the couch. Soon after T.K's eye's became heavy and they shut.
He opened them a while later and saw two blurry figures. He blinked a few times for clarification, it was Yamato and that guy and they were... 'Oh god. So that's what it looks like.' T.K wanted to look away but he was transfixed. He knew it was wrong to watch his brother, but he just couldn't help himself. The two made loud noises which filled the entire apartment, and he wondered why they hadn't woken him up earlier. They were really loud, especially the red-hared guy. He kept screaming Yama's name. 'He would be in control wouldn't he?' T.K could feel himself getting hard at the sight of the activity in front of him. His slipped his hands into his jeans and gently began massaging himself. He tried to keep himself from making any noise. He didn't want the others to know he was awake. He kept watching, and pumping himself harder until he finally came. He let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes again.
He could heard voices coming closer and closer. He didn't want to open his eyes, so he just lay there, pretending to be asleep.
"Looks like he came in his sleep."
"All over your couch too, sorry man."
"Doesn't matter."
"I don't blame him though, that girl got him all hard and then just left him."
"Bitch."
"That's just not fair to do to a guy."
"I know." The man's voice sounded serious.
"I was only teasing. I got you off didn't I?"
"Well the seconds seemed like minutes."
Yamato laughed. "I know I shouldn't wake him up, but we gotta get home before our mom wakes up."
"Want me to drive you?"
"Yeah, could you?"
"No prob."
T.K could feel his brother shake him, and he reluctantly rose up.
"Ready to go?"
T.K made a muffled noise and followed his brother and the man out of the apartment. They got into his car once more and were soon home. It was still dark out, about five or six in the morning. Yamato waved to his 'new friend' and helped T.K into the elevator. They were soon on their floor and Yama made his way into the apartment, making sure his mom wasn't up for some reason, which she wasn't and he lead T.K into their room. He pulled off his brother's cloths and laid him down on the bed, then flopped down onto his own.
Later that morning T.K awoke with a splitting headache. He stumbled to the kitchen and got some pain killers. As he swallowed the two tiny pills, all of the memories of last night hit him. The drinks, the dancing, the girl, his brother...He placed the glass down and sat. He whispered quietly to himself.
"Oh shit..." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: I know I can take this so many places from here, but I am seriously having some writer's block. Hmm, what should happen next? Suggestions? Also, please forgive the strange awkward moments which seem to run through out this entire chapter. Maybe I'm the only one who will notice it though...