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Digimon fanfic: Proud – Pent Up
(various pairings)
Kitsune
January 2002

WATCH OUT! YAOI LEMON AHEAD...


The morning was fresh and sunny and so was Jun. Sora was utterly surprised by the expression that was nearly splitting her girlfriend's face. A smile, a wide smile beaming with sincere happiness. One of those she saw so rarely. Jun was standing there, on the train stop near the central park in Odeiba watching Sora as she got off the train as gracefully as she could manage in her long sunny-sand wrap-over skirt. Thankfully, she was wearing her elegant blue sneakers, so they eased the process a bit as the crowd was pushing her out. And to say she had wore them just because she thought they matched better to her denim jacket... She would have surely killed herself in those high-heeled sandy sandals. It was unusual though, Sunday trains were never this full. But then again, it would be a waste not going for a walk on a day like that, and she surely enough wasn't the only smart ass who thought of it.

"What are you grinning so maniacally about?" she smiled at her girlfriend, hands linking on Jun's elbow as the girl leaded her towards the park.

The burgundy-haired girl pouted, looking mock-insulted as she eyed her love. "What is this? New rules? I cannot even smile? Well I never...!!" This of course resulted in a predictable reaction. She watched Sora chuckle softly as she held on her elbow. She watched her soft cheeks hue with a slight shade of pink and her chestnut locks frame her smiling face softly. The denim hugged her like a second skin, bolding out her slim waist and full chest while the long skirt fell sensually over her hips, making her perfect clesidral silhouette clearly traceable. "You look pretty, Sora," she mumbled mesmerized.

Sora beamed at her happily. It was just the nicest thing to hear a sincere compliment. Especially since she got so little of them from her mother. There were times she wished her mother could understand, but with her attitude it was a wonder she even tolerated the idea of her going out with Jun. It was probably because somehow the two of them, her mother and Jun, have had a similar life so far. Sora never knew her father, he died a month and a half before her birth. As far as she knew, it happened in a car accident which his drunkenness provided for him. Her mother, with all their relatives turning their back on her, had to take care of her child and herself, alone, with no one to rely on. Just like Jun, she had to hold up all four corners of the house, so she respected the girl greatly. Still, she couldn't understand. Sora had always helped around every time and with everything as soon as she grew old enough to be able to. She was honest, hard working and polite - everything she expected her to be, everything she raised her up to be, so to her it didn't make sense. Sora could clearly see the hurt in her eyes from time to time as she asked herself what had she done wrong. She normally soothed herself thinking it was just a temporary phase her doughter was going trough, that she was simply not wont of the presence of a man.

The reason lay elsewhere, but Sora decided to seal silence over it. She never wanted to be touched by a man. Never again. The memories, dark and shadowed with fear, would emerge then cracking afresh the ever unhealed wound making her bleed just like she had back then, straining her elementary school uniform skirt and the hard asphalt underneath her...

She let her eyes glide upon the big black army boots, flared black jeans that emphazed a pair of long slender legs and took in appreciatively the faint blue shirt with a sleeveless black mohair pullover over it to keep warmth on mid-autumn walks. She gazed up, her eyes meeting two lively oak brown depths watching her with devotion and unabashed affection as the breeze played with the long unruly burgundy locks. She smiled, grateful to the spirits above to be able to see and be near the one who made her life perfect, day by day.

"Not as pretty as you, tough."

And Jun was hugging her close, blushing as she went, those oak-brown eyes nearing and nearing... Normally Sora would back up from such public displays of affection, but for once, she could swear she didn't care. Whoever thought kissing one's love when one felt like it was wrong could as well mind their own business. For the burgundy locks playing along with the breeze on her cheeks, for the firm arms that held her in a calming embrace, for the lean frame that pressed onto hers, for the soft lips that melted onto her own - it was more than worth any possible insult thrown their way [7].

The sound of horns yanking, the screech of frenetic breaks, a banging crash of steel meeting steel in full force...

Drawing her breath again, Sora gazed worriedly over the source of the sound, Jun's eyes mimicking her girlfriend's with genuine curiosity. Trough the flash of a gathering crowd crimson strains could be seen, but that alone was, as sad as it may be, nothing unusual. What was unusual were the long indigo locks that were dipping limply into them.

/ I am on my way /

~o@o~

"Are you sure?"

Iyou had asked him that for what seemed the millionth time. He still probably couldn't believe it, Koushiro smiled to himself. His hand stole up to marvel the long silky blue locks, as if wanting to catch the glitter of the morning sunrays playing upon them. He felt at peace finally, as if reaching completition. Strange how he hadn't been able to understand what he felt up to now, as if his crest had been blinded... But it couldn't be, could it? Jet it was strange how something so obvious and utterly good had managed to stay beyond grasp of his mind for so long. It was an unfamiliar feeling, true, but not unpleasant. It trilled him and filled with anticipation as he experienced the deep friendship within his heart dissolve quietly into something even deeper. It felt right, even if his efficiency as a potential parent was reduced below zero. Somehow, he knew he never wanted to be a parent. What if he was torn away from his children before he was able to teach them how to live? Would they be as lucky as he had been? Was he even able to teach them everything they needed to know?

"Yes. Of course I'm ready, Iyou," he answered truthfully for jet another time.

And before the boy could ask it again incredulously, he drew his arms around his neck and brought them slowly closer. With his insatiable curiosity combined with the pure affection that burned inside his heart, he offered his lips to Iyou. He wanted to learn, to know more of this new, jet so familiar world that had suddenly cleared out of the fog of confusion that he had been surrounded with for so long. And their lips met. Such a simple touch... yet just as intense...

They had spent most of the night talking, sharing theories about their current social state. Both of them had many questions, but they mostly remained unanswered, for neither had the experience acquired to do so.

"But," Iyou had begun tentatively, "we could try to find out together." His gaze slid shyly down along the warm covers of Koushiro's bed under which they both lay together, suggestively close. "If you want to, of course... ?" And he did, he wanted to know. The unknown had always been his weakness – he simply couldn't resist it. But this time it wasn't just about interesting information, it required physical stability which he was kind of lacking at that time as his teacher scared the guts out of him. So he told Iyou. "We've got all the time in the world," had been the loving reply.

Their kiss started slowly, explorably. He had no idea about Iyou, but he settled for doing what felt nice, like gently nibbling at the soft-firm lips that were topping his own. However, the search for nice mounteningly transformed into a hot pursuit for more intense feelings and as he felt Iyou thrust his tongue urgently into his mouth, he wasn't even all that amused – infact it seemed the most natural thing to be done, and it felt just as natural to return the touch.

Before deciding it was time to get some sleep, Koushiro thought of something. What was it like to fall asleep in someone else's arms? Especially Iyou's, counting even the boy's swift embrace was enough to soothe him completely. He lifted the covers slightly, hazel eyes never leaving the ebony depths, silently asking for permission all the while he shifted closer. Iyou seemed slightly embarrassed and reluctant, but he made no move to stop his approach. Koushiro malted with his back upon his chest, relaxing, his senses flooded with all that was Iyou... But as his lower spine connected with a tell-tale bulge, he stiffened, eyes wide. Iyou was hard? His head whirled around instinctively to look at the boy, but he was hiding his face in the pillow.

"Sorry..." Iyou's voice came muffed, "I can't seem to help myself." His grip on Koushiro's waist tightened suddenly making the redhead stiffen in shock as he was clawed with fear once more that day. What was Iyou going to do to him? Despite his slender stature, the blue-haired boy appeared to be quite frighteningly strong, stronger than Koushiro at least.

So the arms around his waist tightened and, shocked, Koushiro felt the boy's hips move... away. A soft kiss was planted at the nape of his head and Iyou's voice came clear in a calm whisper, inches away from his ear, "I'll wish it away."

He felt so silly for being scared. Iyou would never rape him, how could he even question the boy's devotion? Now he knew gay sex was an anal act, Iyou had explained him that, but was it really physically OK? It sounded quite odd and painful... And he had remained skeptical about the prostate-hitting part. But then again Iyou's anatomy knowledge surpassed his own, even if the boy claimed he had never experienced it. It seemed they wouldn't get it cleared out until putting it at practice…

The more the kiss deepened the less Koushiro was able to analyze the feelings. The blood flow that supplied his brain was weakening, he new as much, for the fluid was needed elsewhere. Not quite coherent of his own movements, Koustro found himself easing down and tugging Iyou along, the ache between his legs desperately seeking more contact. Iyou's silky locks settled on his face soothingly, and suddenly his hand stole to dive into them, bringing their lips even closer. Iyou's knee worked it's way between his own and then it happened – their groins connected.

Short red locks crushed back down on the pillow fiercely as Koushiro moaned out loud. How could it be? Iyou was not even simulating upon him yet he felt ready to spasm in his boxers, then and there. Which he found out he so bloody wanted to... He held on the boy's shoulders for dear life, his hips beginning to rock upon the ones claiming them, marveling at the bolts of scalding pleasure that each encounter shot along. He was panting hard, but he never noticed, his lips were too busy meeting Iyou's, again and again.

/ can't stop me now /

"Izzy..."

Where had the lips gone? No matter, the rocking was still enough to build up his passion fiercely...

"Koushiro...!"

Now even the boy's hips moved out of his' reach. His hazel eyes, veiled with lust flew open in confusion... What was happening? Why had Iyou stopped him?

Opening his eyes he found himself looking directly into the crow-black depths. The blue-haired boy smiled slightly at him, planting a quick kiss on his nose and then he lifted off of him wordlessly, leaving Koushiro panting on the bed, erection painfully aroused and clearly traceable trough the thin layer of his boxers. Still confused, Koushiro saw Iyou's hands steal down to the waistband of his long gray cotton drawstring pants that he had borrowed him to sleep in. They were a bit too small for him, hugging his long legs and aroused shaft like a second skin... not for much longer anyway. Soon enough, Koushiro was given a perfect view of all that he had been pressing upon moments earlier.

Slim hips, sensually enchanted by the line of nicely bolded hip bones, framed what he had a reason to believe was the most perfect endowment he had ever seen. He was sure his own wasn't as big and thick and not to mention the way it practically stood up against his lower stomach, dripping! But Iyou, seemingly unaware of his devouring gaze, simply reached for the cream put meaningfully on the bedside table and moved to straddle Koushiro's hips.

Feeling pinned down with much less layers of clothes between them, Koushio's doubts emerged again. What if Iyou had been told wrong? What if it only worked for the sadomasochistic population of the gay society? What if he would bleed or if something inside him snapped? He squirmed, shivering a bit. And what about his doctor? He couldn't picture the humiliation by having to explain it...

"Izzy... I'm ready. C'mon,"

He opened his eyes, bewildered. He hadn't even acknowledged shutting them. Iyou was still kneeling above him, erection stiff and dripping just at Koushiro's eye level. His hands were covered with cream, ready to get busy. How to say it? How to mouth his fear? Just as he thought he had mastered to find the right words to tell Iyou the deal was off, he noticed a white strain between the boy's legs. Iyou had prepped himself.

"get your boxers out of the way, please."

He gazed upon the boy, into those ebony eyes filled with devotion, as he did what he was told. He saw them devour inch by inch of his newly exposed flesh, they even widened a bit as his member sprang free from his concealing boxer shorts, fully upraised with another huge drop gathering at the tip as the other ones were whipped away by the boxers. He decided he liked the look in those eyes clouded with need and the way the older boy's shaft seemed to pulse at the sight. And then, as if in slow motion, Iyou's hands lowered to touch him, to touch that most sensible part of him that no one but himself had ever. Slick fingers enclosed around his cock, only reminding him how painfully aroused he actually was. A moan he never thought his lungs could master echoed trough the room as his head fell soundly back once more. The fingers stroked him, built him, worked in their maddening pace all the way up lightly, then roughly pumped back down again and again, creaming it up. Lips claimed his exposed neck greedily, biting and sucking lovingly and soon enough he was fiercely thrusting up in the ravishing hand for more. Climax had almost gripped him in it's paws, nearly making him totally forget everything else as the hand and lips were suddenly gone. He snapped his eyes fiercely open, blood racing hot within his veins, only to find Iyou pulling his aching shaft up from behind him, balancing his weight back on the other arm, giving Koushiro a clear view to look just where his hardness was being positioned.

And he begun to lower himself down.

Impossible tightness gripped his tip. Koushiro thought he had heard Iyou repress a moan, but the feeling that shot trough him was too intense to let him focus on anything else. Just as he thought it couldn't get any better, Iyou was lowering himself further and he watched his erection plunge deeper and deeper into him. Indescribable were the sensations bolting trough him, impossible heat rushed to grip him, simulate him, pump him and groaning he barely acknowledged his hands clutching the boy's waist, fingers digging into spread buttocks, still devouring his shaft, inexorably. With a wild cry he spasmed within that impossible heat, within the other boy just as he had managed to fill him to the hilt. Strong sprouts shot forth, damping back down on his climaxing cock deep inside Iyou.

Panting frantically, Koushiro slowly came to. His eyelids heavy like lead barriers as he was flooded by that heavenly sweetness lifted to gaze upon the one who had made him feel that way, lovingly numb. And then it hit him.

He had came too fast! Iyou was still fully impaled on his rapidly qeasing cock, chest heaving frenetically and erection throbbing, pulsing. His hazel eyes rushed to seek the older boy's, but they were closed, eyebrows furred in a frown of concentration. All Koushiro could do was watch, helpless. Would Iyou be mad at him? All that preparation and pain blown to dust! Damn, he though he had a better endurance... He could feel his own seed sliding in moist steams down under his cock and along his balls. Blushing to mach his hair he was desperately filled with guilt. He had ruined it all...!

Iyou then leaned forward, hand gripping his own straining need, pumping frenetically. And Koushiro watched, helpless. He should have been the one to make it right! It was he who was supposed to keep cool in order to control them both... But there was nothing to be done about it now. So he just watched as less than two feet away from his face Iyou's skilled hand worked its magic, just like it had on him. Soft moans filled his ears, swiftly building up in volume along with the small frenzied fapping sounds of erected flesh clashing within the firm grip. Koushiro's eyes watched the silky blue locks dance around that beautiful features twisted in a slight frown of agony... Then those ebony eyes cracked open, looking down on him as the boy pumped himself with such trust and affection that it made Koushiro feel unworthy.

"Ah...!" A hot sprout splashed upon his chest and the tall boy leaned down over him, loosing his balance. Koushiro instinctively tried to catch him, but the landing was nonetheless quite abrupt. And he was still inside him. Getting the hold of his buttocks to ease his spent shaft out he felt his fingers brush upon crrasped skin. Bruises?! Even better... He swallowed hard. Could it get even worse?

Iyou lifted up on his elbows then, and without a word he lowered his mouth to claim Koushiro's shocked one, half missing it as the sweetness in his system numbed his motoric movements. He kissed him with all of his heart, pouring every inch of his being into it. But the redhead was having problems responding.

So Iyou drew back, blue locks ruffly framing his face, and his lips twisted in a small reassuring smile as their eyes met, loving ebony and reluctant hazel ones. It was clear from a mile away, even without his gasses, what was the redhead troubled with. Sure he wasn't expecting Koushiro to climax so soon, without a warning. But the again it was their first time, so things like that were to be expected. But the feeling... As Koushiro came deep within him... Iyou couldn't even begin to describe it...

"I hope you felt that, the connection..." He whispered, bringing their foreheads together. They had been one. For a short moment, yes, but it happened. And he had managed to lube them both quite right too. All in all Iyou felt pretty satisfied.

/ And you can do the same /

"Yes..." Koushiro finally seemed to relax, still he bit his lip, "but it should have lasted longer. I should have lasted longer..."

Smiling, Iyou planted a soft kiss on the tortured lip. Ah yes, the little perfectionistic demon inside the little computer nerd back from the Digiworld times. The very same that he fell in love with so long ago. The one whom he had bought a little chestnut-red kitty for St. Valentine along with the traditional chocolate, but couldn't gain the courage to give for over a week later, discarding the chocolate – still he though it was more obvious than he could handle. But Koushiro seemed nicely surprised at the small kitten and had developed the custom to carry it along with him everywhere he went.

That kitten now dangled from the knob of the room's door, watching the two of them entangled together. The promise of love it carried had finally seen the light of a new day. X


[07] - ... I think I'm getting the hang of it. No, really. This part practically wrote itself!

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