Chapter 3a: Jealousy
By: ChaoticSpecter
Disclaimer: Sadly,I do not own Digimon.
A/N: This fic contains Shonen Ai. If you are uncomfortable with male/male relationships please hit the back button on your browser. Everyone that remains, enjoy. Also, I would like to thank all of you who reviewed. I appreciate you taking the time to tell me what you think about my little fic. I also want to give special thanks to Anime Writer2 for betaing this for me.
I can't believe this. Yamato is such a fucking bastard. How dare he let that stupid bitch cling to him like that when he came here with me? I'm supposed to be his boyfriend, I'm supposed to be the only one with the right to touch him.
But I suppose that Yamato had other ideas because he was currently sporting a ditzy little scantily clad female on his arm--And he was letting the bitch feel him up. I could just march right over there and rip all the hair right off her head. The fact that she was hanging all over my Yamato like she owned him was more than enough of a reason for me to do this. But her hair was offending my eyes as well; it was way too blonde for it to be natural--Like she kept trying to convince everyone.
And Yamato…I could really kill him right now. I know she's attractive and I know that she practically threw herself at him when she came in, but that does not mean that he had to let her molest him the way she was--He wasletting her for Christ's sake.
And if that wasn't enough, Yamato has been ignoring me ever since she molecularly bonded herself to his arm. He has been acting like I don't exist--I really hate that woman. Yamato never ignores me. And then she shows up and all of a sudden I'm history. I guess that Yamato and I aren't together anymore.
That thought hurt more than I thought it would. And the fact that it happened so quickly and over that fucking woman…
I looked over where Yamato stood with that stick figure and was flooded with rage. Anger burned through my veins, waves washing over me with every heartbeat. I would not loose Yamato to some fucking stick figure!
That woman was pissing me off on so many levels right now. I could just kill her for all she has done to me. First she throws herself at Yamato refusing to acknowledge that he and I are here together, then she feels him up right in front of everyone, and if that wasn't enough, Yamato was ignoring me. Oh, that bitch was going to pay. I don't think that I have ever been so angry before in my life.
I started pushing my way toward Yamato--With the intention of murdering the presumptuous woman on his arm--When he spotted me halfway to my destination and relief flooded his features. I stopped; all the rage I was feeling being replaced by confusion.
"Taichi," he called a slight twinge of desperation in his voice. I cocked my head to the side confused and Yamato threw me a pleading look. I went to him my curiosity tweaked. What could possibly cause Yamato distress? I don't know, but whatever it was would be dealt with by me.
When I finally reached Yamato, the bimbo on his arm turned to me and smiled. "Are you one of Yamato's friends?" She asked as she ran a hand across his chest.
Anger flared within me once again and I glared at her. How dare she touch Yamato like that right in front of me!
I snatched the hand she had on Yamato's chest away from him. "No, I am not one of Yamato's friends," I growled "I'm his boyfriend," I finished as I pulled her arm with enough force to get her to let Yamato go.
She stared at me in open-mouthed shock before finally stammering a reply. "Y-You're Yamato's boyfriend?"
"What's the matter, you didn't understand it when I said it the first time?" I snapped.
She shook her head a little before she spoke. "I'm sorry," she muttered while lowering her head and walking away. It's a good thing she walked away when she did. I probably would have killed her--I was angry enough to put my thoughts into action. But it was for the best I suppose.
"Thanks, Chi," Yamato said as he slipped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my hair.
And all was right in my world. How corny was that thought? What the hell is it even doing in my head? Whatever. There's nothing I can do about it now, it's already been thought.
I sighed happy to be within Yamato's arms once again. I rested my head on his chest but pulled away as soon as I caught the scent of that woman's perfume.
"What's wrong?" Yamato asked after I pulled away.
"You smell like that woman," I said nose wrinkling in distaste.
Yamato chuckled. "Don't tell me you're jealous, Chi."
I gasped as I realized what had caused the sudden rush of anger I felt. "Oh my God," I whispered in disbelief. Since when do I get jealous?
"You were weren't you?" Yamato asked after he heard my whispered comment.
I looked away before I answered. "Why would I be jealous, Yamato?" but I had every reason to be. She was touching you.
"That's what I want to know." Yamato said as he brought a hand up to my chin, turning my face so that I had to look at him. "Why were you jealous?"
"I wasn't jealous."
"Then why were you angry?"
"I wasn't angry."
"Bullshit. If you weren't angry, you wouldn't have been glaring daggers at Michelle and I. And you wouldn't have treated Michelle the way you did."
"How the hell do you expect me not to be angry when that wench was throwing herself at you the way she was and getting all touchy feely with you while you did nothing about it?" I hissed.
Damn, if that didn't make me sound jealous, I don't know what would.
Yamato just raised an eyebrow at me. "I wasn't just standing there letting her molest me, Taichi. In case you had not noticed, which you obviously have not, I have spent the past half hour trying to pry her off of me."
I scoffed at that. Lies, he speaks lies. I know what I saw.
"Seriously, Taichi. You have no reason to be jealous." Yamato said as he moved his hand from my chin and cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing against my lips as he spoke. "I only have eyes for you," Yamato flashed me a quick smile before he leaned down and claimed my lips in a deep kiss 1.
"Only you, Chi." Yamato whispered against my lips after the need for air forced us apart.
Yamato brushed his lips against mine one last time before he started to nibble on my neck, tongue darting out occasionally to tease my skin. I moaned and Yamato pulled me closer to him. I thought he was going to drag me off somewhere like he normally did, until he whispered in my ear.
"I don't want to do this here." I looked at him incredulously. Since when does he have a problem with where we sleep together? "Don't look at me like that, Taichi. I want to do this at home. Okay?"
I nodded. There was something about the way Yamato looked at me when he said that. I've never seen him look at me like that before.
Yamato brushed his fingers across my face as he stared into my eyes. "You're so beautiful, Taichi," he whispered voice full of awe.
I can never get over how Yamato could constantly call me beautiful and still somehow make me feel as though he were telling me for the first time. There was always such awe in his voice every time he said it. Yamato always knows what to say to leave me breathless.
"I can never get over how beautiful you are." Yamato kissed me once again after he said this. He then took my hand and started dragging me toward the exit once the kiss ended.
Yamato was currently dragging his fingers through my hair, his lips whispering kisses along my jaw as he murmured. I couldn't tell what he was saying--I have never been able to discern what he said after we were together--I guess he just mumbled out of habit or something. Either way, I find it strangely comforting.
Yamato shifted, his body easily sliding along my sweat-slickened skin, and when I looked up and found his gaze focused on me. "Taichi," he whispered before brushing his lips against mine. I sighed.
Yamato has been acting weird all night. He's been so…I don't know. He's just being entirely too gentle--Especially during sex. I'm not saying that he hurts me when we sleep together, I'm just saying that he usually doesn't treat me like glass--Like I'll break.
Yamato's acting different than normal--It's like he's a totally different person. It's starting to scare me. He's doing things so differently. Yamato usually doesn't care where we are when he takes me, but tonight he actually wanted to go back to his place. And the way he's been looking at me, touching me--Hell, the way he's been talking to me. I feel like he's worshiping me--And I have no idea why he's doing any of it. He's actually starting to weird me out--Yamato has never made me feel like this. Vaguely uncomfortable, yes. Weird, no.
Yamato brushed his lips against mine once again before he pulled me into his arms and rested his chin on top of my head. He was finally doing something that I was used to him doing. Maybe now he would stop acting all weird on me. Maybe he finally got all the weird out of his system.
Yamato was quiet for a while before he spoke. "Taichi," he said as he nudged me.
"Huh…?" I asked while forcing my eyes to focus on him.
Yamato shifted once again bringing his face in close proximity to my own. He gazed into my eyes--Weird expression back on his face (Well, there went my hope of everything going back to normal. Way to dash in my hopes, Yamato)--Before whispering three words that literally made my heart stop.
"I love you."
I choked unable to breathe and Yamato sat up dragging me along with him as he started to pound on my back. This went on for an eternity--Yamato furiously patting at my back and me desperately trying to get my lungs to draw in the air they needed.
I sat on the bed gasping, lungs burning, after we managed to get me breathing again. Yamato was stroking my back trying to comfort me, but it wasn't working--He was the cause of my distress. I can't deal with this right now. Why is he doing this to me? How does he always manage to do this to me?
We sat like that for a while before I got a stroke of genius--Or what could later on be called a horribly simple solution to the problem that would in fact solve nothing. Depends on the way you look at it--But I knew exactly what I needed to remedy the situation. I jumped out of bed and started to pull my clothes on. Yamato stared at me, face a mask of confusion, before he opened his mouth to speak.
"What are you doing, Tai?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Stop being a smart ass and tell me where you're going." he snapped.
"I'm going to get some coffee," I stated while looking at him as if what I was doing should have been obvious.
Yamato's eyebrow twitched. "What?" he growled.
"Coffee."
"I tell you I love you and the only thing that you can think of doing--after nearly choking to death-- is getting coffee?" Yamato was growling. I have never seen him so pissed off.
"…No." I said hesitantly, unsure of my answer. Now that I think about it, that wasn't exactly the smartest thing to say.
Yamato sighed harshly before he spoke. "Taichi, come here."
Oh shit. I don't know how to deal with him when he's like this--Hell I've never even seen him when he was like this. I slowly made my way to where Yamato was, unsure of what he would do when I reached him. When I reached the edge of the bed where he was sitting, Yamato pulled me to him and held onto me. I struggled trying to get away from him.
"Stay still," he whispered into my ear and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "I only want to talk to you." I ceased my struggles and leant back against his chest before he began speaking again. I might as well make myself comfortable. I had the feeling that I was going to be there a while. "Don't run from me, Taichi. You know I won't hurt you."
But I don't know. "I'm not running from anything. I'm trying to get coffee." Lame excuse I know, but it was all I could come up with at the time. I needed the coffee; it helped me think.
"Taichi…" Yamato sighed before resting his head against my shoulder, his arms keeping their firm hold on me. "What do you want?" I didn't answer him. How could I answer a question that I don't know the answer to?
We sat like that for a while before I decided on a course of action. I decided to do something that I should have done three months ago. I can't believe that I let things get so far. But I'm not letting it go on any longer.
"Yamato," I whispered.
"Hmmm?"
"I can't do this anymore."
"Do what?"
"I can't be with you."
To be continued….
A/N: 1 A reference to one of my favorite songs. 'I only have eyes for you' by the Flamingos. Old school--Oh yeah, baby. Don't ask me why I put that there, it just seemed to fit.