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Digimon fanfic: Proud – A Brother's Kiss
(various pairings)
Kitsune
Kitsu: Hey there, 's been a while, ne?
I'm terribly sorry it took me so long but in my country we don't actually have a finals'
week, we have a finals' *month* (it's kinda like you're called beyond the board and write
a test for every single subject - in my case there were 12 of them x.x) so, um... yeah, it
deffinetly drained me for good, expecially Maths, and in case you're wondering (which I
higly doubt but I'm gonna write it anyway ^^') I passed with 4,2 which could be taken as a
good B *cheers!* Oh, and my muse wasn't doing his job properly ... -.-
Gomamon: Look, I didn't want to bother you. Good grades are more
important than anything else!
Kitsu: -.-' Says who? (I ain't Iyou, ya know.....)
Gomamon: Says me, your teachers, head-girl, parents, brother, friends,
boyfriend-
Kitsu: Alright already! . It's OVER now anyway, thanks goddess,
so why don't we move to the fic instead? ^_^
Gomamon: Right. Lemme just add for the readers not to be shocked
out by the chapter's title. It's not as incestful as it seems!
"Isn't that Takeru?"
Yamato shook slightly, braking his eye-flirting with a guy dancing on the opposite side of the dance-floor and looked upon Taichi who was still dancing with him. Flowing those intense autumn-brown eyes he saw a blonde vision nearing them. His slightly shaggy misty-fair hair reflected in all the colors of the rainbow, while his deep blue eyes seemed to glow mysteriously, holding his gaze perfectly. The sweet boyishly soft face glowed smoothly and clearly, the lights dancing upon it. But he looked paler and crushed down. Badly. As the two older boys watched him approach they saw him deliver a few smacks and punches as he was groped on his way. "That's my little bro, alright," grinned Yamato and nudged closer in Taichi's embrace as they continued dancing. He made sure to press upon his friend thoroughly before commenting further. "One look at him and you're pushing the top brick," he smirked and suddenly, without warning, squeezed Tai trough his jeans.
The brunette's eyes rolled back in his scull and he moaned loudly. He had been hard the whole time Yamato kept brushing against him as they danced. He held his breath, shimmering all over. Finally mastering to put himself in check he opened his eyes again only to catch not but a glimpse of Yamato's night-sky eyes before shutting them hard again as the boy's hand begun to stroke him slightly. "Matt..." he hissed trough his gritted teeth. For if he hadn't been pressing them tightly together a strangled cry would surely uncontrollably escape his mouth. "You're gonna make me baby-sit again, are you?"
As if he mouthed the magic word, Yamato's hands were gone and placed back innocently on his hips. He knew the game his friend was playing. Yamato had surely seen someone he found interesting to lay, his brother was merely an excuse. He opened his eyes again, locking them with the blonde's only to find him staring at his now nearing brother, smirking. Why wasn't Yamato considering him seriously? Was he not worthy? Still a bit dazed, he finally dragged his eyes from the blonde's face to gaze upon Takeru.
/ You could be so many people /
Reaching them, Takeru smiled slightly. Seeing his brother always reassured him and filled him with hope and fresh vital energy. But before he could start dancing with them, Matt's arms left Taichi and just in the next second he felt those soft hands caress his cheek, bottomless blue eyes, exactly the same cast as his own, glared at him warmly and soothingly. He could see his name escape those honeyed lips, just before he felt them press familiarly upon his own. Dismissing all thought, he kissed back with abandon, parting his lips for his brother, his teacher, his life model.
Taichi watched them kiss almost mesmerized. Yamato insisted on doing that every time, saying no other way was good enough to tell his little brother how much was he actually important for him. But, truth be told, Takeru was also one hunk of a guy. His slightly decadent way of thinking made him all the more interesting. He was always ready to go for something new, wild, no matter the consequences. Not to mention he had a body to kill. Nobody ever believed him he was just fourteen. Tall and lean, with slightly wider hips and finely shaped out shoulders... While his brother could as well dress up like a girl, Takeru wasn't dolly at all. He looked very definitely male, while still having Yamato's elegant demeanor. And, of course, the same refined taste for dressing. In fact, Taichi found himself tracing out with his eyes the long slender legs and slim hips enticed by carefully chosen dark-brown pants and then his gaze slid admiringly over the boy's lean chest, clad only by a tight white T-shirt, signed Calvin Klein. Countless leather laces and black and silver bracelets dangled at his pulses and an unique, earlobe-following silver earring, slightly covered by his silky blonde tresses completed the effect. But the way he looked contrasted how he felt inside.
The brothers parted after what seemed a short eternity, the crowd's eyes all on them, silently cheering them to continue, but Matt only pushed Takeru lightly towards Tai. Seeing him softly landing in his friend's embrace, he smiled with satisfaction, and in a flash of long blonde locks and a blur of blue eyes, he drowned in the crowd. Taichi wanted to grab him, to pull him back; he knew the blonde had to notice there was something bothering his younger brother... He couldn't just run along after jet another prey...!!
Small hands held him back firmly and as he turned to look at their owner in surprise, Takeru only sighed. He then lifted those eyes, as breathtakingly blue as Yamato's, jet so full of sadness and shaded with what seemed a thick dark veil of resignation and a moment later Taichi had an armful of the young blonde. "Don't worry," he heard him snore in his ear, "I knew full too well he wouldn't have the time for me."
They slumped together, as if knowing each other's loss, and simply danced to the beat of several songs. Taichi knew they would probably not see Yamato that evening anymore, but he wasn't worried about him, the blonde could very well take care of himself. What worried him at that point was the way his body was reacting to the said blonde's little brother who wasn't exactly even legally in the club. After the first few songs he gave up all pretense in hiding his arousal, it was useless anyway. However, soon enough he could feel a hardness dig back into his thigh. Autumn brown eyes met young blue ones and as by mutual agreement they both headed for the toilettes, hand in hand.
~
So close... He was so fucking close...
Takeru's eyes rolled in the back of his scull. Panting frenetically he tried to steady himself with one hand against the wall as his need forced him to thrust up in the firm hand, feeling every rough finger as it rubbed over his length, from the tip down. Moaning at the wonderful feeling this produced, he stroked rougher the cock in his other hand.
"TK...!" Suddenly Taichi was gripping firmly his shoulder, moaning back and thrusting in his hand for more. Takeru knew the older brunette was dangerously close. He had sensed - or rather felt - that he had been quite aroused from before and he also well knew why. After all, he displayed with some of his brother's charms as well. That and Taichi had quite a thing for his big bro, Takeru could tell. After finally embracing his so called 'pink side' Yamato had given him shelter and love, but as much as the two brothers were close, Takeru always felt drawn to Taichi, to the way the lights danced over his wild brown hair and the way his autumn eyes seemed to glow with devotion as he gazed upon his brother. There was something about him... Something that reminded the small blonde of his loved one, of Daisuke. He simply adored those football built muscles and musky scent... and right then, if he lazily narrowed his eyes just right, watching him trough his thick eyelashes, he could pretend it was Daisuke who he was stroking and who was stroking him.
Lost in the ecstasy of his dreams, he dimly heard Taichi groan and pin him against the wall of the toilet, lips hungrily searching for his, locking them for a twisted kiss, licking and forcing his way in. He could feel his hand being removed from the stiffing erection he was gingerly pumping only to feel it rubbing against his own, frenetically. Before he knew it he was gripping Taichi's firm ass, riding his thigh wildly for dear life and thrusting his tongue into the other boy's mouth, wanting more and wanting it rougher. Flesh meeting flesh, tongues darting to lick every surface available, hot lips sucking and claiming heated skin and hands clutching, gripping everything they could reach... and so much unexplainably more. He was lifted to straddle the brunette's hips as he pounded him into the wall, his legs falling on each side. Their glistering cocks never ceased to rub persistently between their opened pants and the friction added to his nipples as Taichi repeatedly rammed himself against him between his opened legs finally caused him to give in. He was jerking his hips in time to the ones claiming them, even long after he cried out with climax hitting down on him. Still sprouting out burning stripes of white, slightly dazed from the mind-numbing sweetness, he could feel Taichi pumping against him, too fast for his now totally relaxed mind to follow. Finally remembering to fill his lungs he breathed in the smoke filled air and cupping the brunette's cheeks he gazed in that beautiful face, full of sweet agony, in those slightly opened autumn eyes... Tai looked so much alike Daisuke...
He claimed those already parted lips invadingly, passionately and Taichi released against him violently.
For a fourteen-year old, Takeru was far too experienced and knew well how and when to do what and where was the limit. He also knew how the whirlwind of climax felt when you didn't reach it with the one you loved. Still kissing the shaking brunette he wrapped him in his embrace and held him tight. He finally heard Taichi draw a shaky breath and at the same time arms folded around his waist firmly, soothingly, just like he hoped his own were. They slumped together onto the closed toilet seat, holding each other close, simply breathing and planting small calming kisses on the other's shoulder, neck, face, hands, anything reachable.
Nobody knocked nor commented, nothing changed outside even tough they had been awfully loud. Nobody really cared, especially because something similar was going on behind every and each of the other toilet-doors.
Takeru finally came to after a while and lifted to sit up still straddling Taichi's hips. He braced himself on the wall behind the brunette and gazed down at him. Reluctantly, Tai's eyes opened. Autumn brown depths, seathed, but tinted with a slight veil of sadness. Takeru only smiled slightly, he knew what could have kept away the bitterness, but he wasn't Yamato, so there was nothing more he could actually do for his friend. The brunette smiled back, a bit spleenfully, and his hands begun to stroke Takeru's back, caressing the blonde lovingly.
"You wanted to talk about something?" Taichi asked, his voice still a bit unsteady. These encounters were almost a part of their daily routine lately, probably Takeru's hormones were kicking hard on him. He always went along with it when the blonde hinted on him. It wasn't hard at all, after all he was so much alike that damn blind brother of his...
"I won't even ask how you know," Takeru grinned and leaned forward pressing his lips lazily against Tai's. "Daisuke knows," he stated simply when he slowly drew back. He wasn't quite sure how to explain everything, so he fell silent, searching for words. Even his writer's talent seemed having left him dry-worded. He settled for gazing into Taichi's ever understanding eyes.
"Knows what? That you're a fairy[4]?" The brunette asked, now totally steadily, hands still soothing the blonde's back, eyes holding the titled gaze.
"That too, but..." Takeru dropped his eyes, almost with shame. He gazed at their spent cocks, entangled together abruptly, just like climax had left them, but he made no move to hide them or disentangle them. As if mesmerized, he stated absently "... he knows I love him. He found out."
Before he could acknowledge his own tears spilling, Tai was already holding him close, wrapping him in his arms and kissing his cheek and ear.
/ If you make that break for freedom /
"It's gonna be fine, Takeru. We're gonna get trough it. We kick ass, so all's gonna be OK,... shhh, we're gonna work it out, I promise... I- I promise... Takeru..." Tai was kissing his eyes dry repeatedly, but as the brunette leaned to do so, Takeru could feel droplets sliding down his cheeks that he knew weren't his own. he pulled close onto Tai, leaning fully onto him so he could feel his aching heart beat woundedly against his own and he buried his fingers in the unruly mop of brown locks. He felt numb, unfeeling, and was quiet, unlike Taichi, who was sobbing out loud. If he didn't know better, Takeru would have swore he had already erased Daisuke out of his heart, out of his mind, out of his life. But he knew it was just his subconscious trying to keep his heart from stopping from the shattering pain.
~o@o~
Jun was never good at cooking, nor she ever tried to be for that matter. One look at all those pans and dishes, so clean and willing to be ravished by culinary expertise, was enough give her one hell of a headache. Thanks god her future was promising, with her love beeing the multi-practic that she was. Sometimes she wondered how had she end up with her in the first place. Things like that just happen. However, that evening her mom was out with her friends, or so she said. Jun often wondered when will she start to speak clearly to them, it wasn't like she and Daisuke weren't old enough to face the bloody truth. It was just so obvious that she was going out with somebody romantically, otherwise she wouldn't come back home with her lipstick smeared over her mouth, buttons made up wrong in haste and tornado-messed up hair when the wind wasn't even puffing. But Jun didn't blame her. Everybody had their secrets, and despite she knew her mother's, she never brought it up. A secret is always spilled for another secret and even if she was sure her mom picked up a few hints here and there, Jun couldn't bring herself to tell her. She was positive she wouldn't spit at her doughter, after all, that was the least she could do for thanking her of holding things together during the funeral of their always drunk father and practically raising Daisuke up from then on. Truth be told, there wasn't much to be done about that at that point, the boy had been 10 already, but still she had to be his psychologist. Not that she mind. Her brother was the only boy she could love.
She sighed soundly and slumped on one of the chairs at the dining table. It was where her father used to sit, the head of the family. Now she was the one siting there. It felt wired a bit... but then again lately nothing she did or encountered was quite to say normal. However she never mourned over her father, she even refused to go to his funeral. If there was something good to remember about him, Jun couldn't dig out what. Every memory his name evoked was filled with violence, blood and a repulsing smell of alcohol. And in alcohol he drowned. Suits him right.
Her gaze slid over to the cooker as her ears sensed the water boiling. She got up, grabbing the scissors from one of the drawer and cutting a pack of pasta open. She regarded the contest briefly. Italian food... they couldn't eat rice all the time now, could they? Sora said just to throw it in and leave things like that for ten minutes or so... It sounded easy, too easy to be true, infact. Jun was sure there was some sort of catch somewhere, there always was. She blinked suspiciously at the boiling water. "Oh well, here goes..." she sighed turning the opened package upside down above it and watched the content skitter down plunging into the boiling liquid.
The door flew open and slammed furiously shut soon afterwards. Lifting her gaze she saw her little brother kicking off his boots off hastily. She almost hadn't recognized him. The pullover he was wearing was at least one size too big and the pair of trousers weren't much smaller either. She remembered seeing them once on Takeru... However, the clothes were dripping wet, like she knew they would be with the rain beating hard outside.
"Heya, Mr.! I left you freshly washed PJ on the bed. Change and get your butt over here for dinn..." She couldn't finish. Daisuke bolted for his room without a word, without a glance, sobbing. Shocked, she stood stunned there for a second. Wtf? A fight with Takeru? That would make it the first this year. She thought her brother got over that girl... Forgetting all about the pasta, she swiftly walked after Daisuke. She could clearly hear his frenzied sobs from the other side. Daisuke rarely cried, he was all but a crybaby. After their father's death he never let his tears spill, no matter the reason, so it was that much more shocking to hear him like that. What in the world could have happened?
/ What have you done today to make you feel proud? /
"Dai? May I come in?" she tried, knocking slightly on the wooden surface. The sobs on the other side of the door did slightly calmed down, but still there was no answer. She swallowed hard and grasped the knob. Easing herself in the room, she found her brother kneeling at his bed on the floor, still in Takeru's wet clothes, his face hidden in the mattress. He ceased his sobbing, knowing she was there, but his shoulders - he couldn't stop them from shaking. Silence stretched, heavy with barely repressed sadness and burning with anger.
Jun moved soundlessly to the bed and sat next to him, slowly, carefully. "Daisuke,..." she breathed, letting her fingers ruffle gently his wet locks. He shivered slightly at the touch, but didn't move away. Infact he moved closer to her thigh. "Want to talk about it?" Jun tried.
Daisuke lifted his head, facing her. Jun was sure she would remember that sight for as long as she lived. She was shocked to find those oak-brown eyes swollen with tears, those smooth cheeks flushed from the pressure of tears... She let her hand slide down the side of his face slowly, lovingly. The flesh burned under her fingertips, sore and exhausted from crying. "Yes..." he cracked, letting his head fall in her lap. Her hands caressed his wet locks soothingly and she leaned down, kissing him on the temple.
"Dai... let's get you out of that wetness first, hm?" she whispered in his ear. Her little brother nodded, approving, letting her hands get hold of the hem of the heavy black pullover. He let her strip the rain-soaked garments off of him, he was too sad and confused to be embarrassed even when she drew down his legs his dripping boxers, pulling fresh ones on. By the time he was fully dressed in his pajama, Daisuke somewhat calmed down. Like a lost kitten, searching for warmth he pulled close to her and nuzzled in her embrace.
"Better there?" Jun smiled slightly, hugging him close[5]. She continuously ran her finger trough his hair, resting her head on top of his. If they weren't sitting she probably wouldn't be able to do it. Daisuke was almost her height... "So...? What happened, Dai?" she tightened her arms about him, wanting to assure him she was there for him.
An ironic smile drew on her brother's lips. "I got kissed. Could you believe it?"
"By Takeru?" Jun blinked half-jokingly, her hand stilling in his moist burgundy locks.
"Yeah," he sighed, nudging closer. "God, I feel like throwing up...!" he shivered, not really feeling sick, just numb and so very tired, exhausted. He let his head slide down in the embrace, letting it settle in his sister's lap. His hair was drying up quickly as she was ruffling it softly with her hands. "Jun, he's in love with me...!" Looking up in her face, in her gentle eyes that were the same cast of brown as his own, he searched them for some sort of explanation, for some sort of assurance it was all a bad joke. As if feeling his demands, Jun looked away.
"It's not all that much of a surprise," she stated quietly looking out of the window, into the darkened evening sky spilling it's bitter tears everywhere. "Why do you think Yamato was kicked out of music business by his own producer? Why do you think I gave up on him?" Her voice was low and quiet, jet totally calm and cold as she remembered her own grief and tears. She was glad she had had the strength to move on.
"Ishida's... he's...?" he gaped, incredulous. "So it's in the family?"
Jun's eyes snapped back to his, iced. "It's a way of thinking, a way of living, Daisuke, it's not a disease," she winced, blinking at him.
"It is!" he shot up from her lap, suddenly fierce, "They're sick! Nobody normal would ever want to... to love somebody of their own sex!!"
She glared a him, feeling wrenched apart from him, painfully. Was it possible for them to brake apart like that? After their father's death they became far closer that they had ever been before. They cared for each other, helped each other out and struggled on hand in hand. He was more than a brother to her, he was her best friend, her soother, her beloved one, her son... all at once. She looked at him, icily, stiffing up her emotions not to crack down. "The kiss wouldn't be any different if given form a girl," she stated firmly.
"Of course it would! Takeru's a boy, Jun!" Daisuke sprang on his feet. How could his sister not understand? It was so bloody wrong! And after all these years of teasing and hollow superiority he found out he had been fooled around. The one he believed was perfection of mankind, he boy who he most admired, who he tried to seem most like was... just a freakin' faggot!
"True feelings go beyond physical appearance." Jun stood up too. She wasn't ill. It wasn't a sickness! Daisuke had always been a clever boy, how could he not see?
"But it's gross! To think that every time we took a shower after PE at school he was actually enjoying himself ogling me and our classmates! If only I knew it before! I swear I would have never ever changed in front of him after football trainings...!" Daisuke closed his eyes shut rubbing his temples.
"He loves you, Daisuke. And you hurt his feelings." Jun gritted her hands in fists. Somewhere along this conversation it had stopped being about Takeru. Her own brother, her only, beloved brother, couldn't accept what Takeru was feeling, what she was feeling. The disappointment she was feeling couldn't have been greater.
"I don't fucking care!! He's a fag!" Daisuke jelled in her face - it was a drop over the edge. Jun grabbed the collar of his PJ top and wrenched him close. Her brother would understand, she would make sure. Her lips topped his in a rush and taking advantage of his shock, she thrust her tongue into his mouth, kissing him for all she was worth.
The moment stretched, but Daisuke couldn't move. The kiss wasn't odd, just very strange. Takeru... Takeru had made him feel similar. He couldn't put his finger at what was he feeling. He felt the need to breathe, above all else at that point. Slowly, as if a bit dazed, he put his hands on his sister's shoulders. As if reading his thoughts Jun backed away.
"How did that feel?" she demanded firmly, but her eyes were hoping, pleading him to understand. He couldn't find his voice. His mouth fell open nonetheless, trying in vain to form coherent words. "I'm a girl, Davis. Does it make such a difference?" he heard her ask.
"... no,... God...!" he backed a step. Glaring at her with wide totally freaked out brown eyes.
Jun winced slightly. She never hoped she would have to see such look on her brother's face. But at least now he was coherent. "Think of how Takeru must be feeling right now. He was probably repressing his feelings quite some time, don't you think? He's not responsible for them, jet he has to suffer their consequences. The least you owe him is an apology." She stood firm and tall in front of him, speaking with a matter-of-factly voice and regarding him with loving resolve. "He's the same Takeru you know for years now, the very same best pal that helps you out whenever you need a hand," she assured him.
"But... but I'm not gay..." he whispered slumping against the wall.
"No one says you must return his feelings. All I'm saying is that love doesn't know limits."
"... no limits..." he repeated, the words settling in. He pushed himself off the wall, eyes dropping to his feet. What Jun was saying really made sense and not only that, it sounded totally logical. "I gotta talk to him..."
/ Still so many answers I don't know /
He found himself in his sister's embrace. He hugged her back automatically, resting his head on her shoulder. He felt lighter and much more relieved. He hadn't been betrayed, hadn't been fooled. He was simply loved by somebody. With that sunk in he blushed. It was the first time anybody ever liked him in that way... The idea of it awoke a flock of butterflies in his stomach. Something lay ahead, he was sure. All he needed now was time.
Suddenly Jun stiffened shooting back from the embrace. "The pasta!! Oh my god, I hope it's not overcooked!" she screamed bolting for the kitchen. Daisuke smiled, she never changed when it came to cooking... Still slightly smiling he walked after her.
Along the way to the kitchen his eyes stooped on the phone in the hallway. A brief consideration done, he was picking it up and dialing the number. Takeru's number. X
[4] - Same meaning as "queer", "pink", "boom boy"... in
another word - gay. *hides a little Takeru-shaped fairy that was floating around*
[5] - I'm not a Jun lover or anything, but OOC comes handy, heh. I don't know about all
the other Jun-haters, but I wouldn't dream of bashing a Jun like this ^.~
What shall I improve? Don't hold back - tell me. I'm waiting for your reviews!
