Chapter 3b: Confrontation
By: ChaoticSpecter
Disclaimer: Me no own Digimon.
A/N: This chapter contains yaoi and is lemony fresh. If you are uncomfortable with male/male relationships please hit the back button on your browser. Those of you, who remain, enjoy. I would like to thank all of my reviewers for taking the time to let me know what they think about my fic. I really appreciate all of your encouragement. I would also like to give special thanks to Anime Writer2 for being such a lovely beta reader.
It has been three weeks since I have had any contact with Yamato. He lives next door to me, but I've managed to pull it off. Staying inside your apartment twenty-four hours a day for three weeks straight pretty much guarantees that you don't see anyone--Especially the people you are trying to avoid.
Takeru has knocked on my door a few times, but I just waited until he went away. Yamato has also passed by the door a few times--I only know this because I have spent a few hours out of each day staring through the peephole on my front door. Pathetic I know, but it's the only way I can see him. Well, it's not the only way, but it's the only way I can see him without him seeing me--Damn, that made me sound like a stalker.
But anyway, it's the only way. A huge part of me wonders if I made the right decision in breaking up with him. But it doesn't matter, Yamato doesn't seem to care and he's the one who said he loved me. What kind of fucking liar is he? I never pegged him for a liar in all the time I spent with him.
I doubt he was lying though, there was too much sincerity in his voice when he said it. But if he meant it, why did he just let me walk away? Why the hell am I even worrying about this anyway? I wanted to get away from him. I can't be attached. Something was going to happen, I know it was. My relationship with Yamato was going entirely too well for too long for something not to come along and fuck it up. I just know something was going to happen. I made the right decision. I'm saving Yamato and myself unnecessary pain.
I was knocked out of my reverie when someone started knocking on my door--I assumed that it was Takeru again. When I got to the door and peered through the peephole my suspicions were confirmed.
"Open the fucking door, Taichi," he yelled. Well, that was new. "I know you're in there, you don't leave the apartment." Is that little freak spying on me? How the hell did he know that?
Takeru started to bam on the door. He was being so loud that our neighbors were undoubtedly going to come out and investigate--I'd rather not have the freaks surrounding my door. Damn him, forcing me into opening the door.
"All right, what the hell do you want?" I snapped as soon as I opened the door. Takeru blinked in surprise. I guess he didn't actually expect me to open the door.
"Um…I want to talk to you."
"So talk." Takeru pushed his way past me as he walked into the apartment. I glared at him after he took a seat on my sofa.
"I'm not talking to you in the hallway," he said.
"Whatever," I said and slammed the door.
"So…Why exactly did you break up with, Yamato?"
"I don't see how any of this is your business."
"Well, I'm the one who set you guys up. I want to know why things didn't work out."
"You didn't set us up, you cornered me into going on a date with him. I think I went above and beyond the call of your demands when I dated your brother for six months." Takeru rolled his eyes as I said this. "And if you want to know why we broke up, ask your brother."
"I already asked him."
"And…?"
"He didn't tell me anything."
"So you came to me thinking I would…?"
"Why, Taichi? It makes no sense you guys were so good together. Yamato loved spending time with you and I'm sure the feeling was mutual. So why, Tai? It doesn't add up."
"Why are you sitting there angsting like you're the one I broke up with?"
Takeru's eyebrow twitched. "I am not angsting. I simply want an answer as to why you broke my brothers heart," he growled.
"I doubt I broke your brothers heart, Teeks. If he was so heartbroken he wouldn't have let me walk away. He would be the one here asking me why, isn't that what people in love do? But Yamato has not made any effort whatsoever to show that he even cares that I broke up with him for seemingly no reason. And you come over here preaching to me about how I broke his heart? He doesn't care, Takeru. If he did I would be yelling at him, not you."
Oh my fucking God. Where did that come from? Is that what this is all about? Me wanting Yama to prove he loves me?
"Taichi…You don't understand," Takeru started, but I didn't want to hear what he had to say.
"I'm not going to listen to you defend your brothers lack of action, Takeru."
"But…"
"I don't want to hear it. I suggest you leave if that was all you came over here to talk about because as far as I'm concerned the subject is closed."
Takeru sighed heavily before he stood from his spot on the couch, a sad look on his face. "Bye, Taichi," he said as he walked through the door and closed it behind him.
I sprawled out on the couch thinking after Takeru left. No matter what I tried to think about, my thoughts always returned to Yamato. Damn it, what does that mean? Why can't I just forget about him? I eventually drifted to sleep, Yamato's face imprinted behind my eyelids.
Yamato lay still above me, his eyes staring into my own for an eternity before he entered me. I gasped, arching my back at the sensation and my legs wrapped themselves around Yamato's hips at the same time my fingers dug into his back. I choked back a scream when he began to move, soothing the ache that had been building inside of me the moment he laid his hands on me.
But Yamato was different. His touches were still feather light, his kisses still soft and tender, and the way he felt inside of me--It was all so soft. But it didn't matter at the moment. All that mattered was the way he made me feel.
I moaned as Yamato's mouth lavished my neck with attention, tongue teasing, teeth nipping. His free hand caressing whatever it came in contact with, thumb brushing over an errant nipple, nails lightly dragging down my inner thigh. And the best sensation of all--Yamato constantly filling me.
There are no words to describe the way he made me feel as he moved within me--As he whispered my name in my ear like a prayer. And through it all, Yamato's name was the only coherent thing I was able to say amidst my constant moans of ecstasy.
Yamato's lips eventually drifted from their place at my neck, brushing along my jaw as they made their way toward my own. His lips met mine in a brushing kiss, hovering for a couple seconds before descending again and claiming my mouth in one of the most passionate kisses I have ever experienced.
Yamato kissed me deep, tongue delving into my mouth, lips crushing my own with an intensity I've never known. He drank from my mouth the way a man dying of thirst would drink from the first source of water he came across. I shuddered in the face of such passion, shuddered at the quickening pace of his excitement.
When Yamato finally broke the kiss I was panting harder than I ever thought possible, taking in as much air as I could before his lips descended once again. My fingers slipped into Yamato's hair, mouth breaking away from his as I neared completion. Yamato continued to whisper kisses along my jaw while all I could do was tighten my hold on him.
My legs tightened the hold they had around his waist and my arms wound their way around his torso at the same time I buried my face into his neck gasping, arching into him frantically. Yamato's freehand started stroking me and I nearly went blind with pleasure. Yamato's name was a strangled whisper on my lips when I finally reached completion, Yamato following right after me.
We lay panting, lungs burning in the aftermath. I lay frantic kisses upon Yamato's neck and shoulder trying my best to show my gratitude. I dragged my fingers though his hair after my breathing had returned to normal and Yamato began whispering kisses on my neck, along my jaw.
Yamato shifted, face hovering above my own. "Taichi…" he whispered and I opened my eyes focusing my attention on him. He brought a hand up brushing the hair away from my face and his lips met mine in a brushing kiss. As he pulled away, he stared deep into my eyes, gaze questing before he spoke.
"Taichi…I love you."
I bolted up panting, sweat soaking my skin. Damn it, why do I keep dreaming that? Every time I close my eyes I see, Yamato the way he looked at me when he told me those words, the gentle look in his normally serious eyes, the soft look on his face, the small smile curving his lips.
I shiver. He scared me; I didn't know how to react. I'm not used to anyone treating me that way. What if…What if I told him I loved him back? Would he turn on me like the Niwa's did? I don't know. In my heart I want to trust him, I know he won't hurt me. But my mind says a totally different thing. It tells me that he'll only try to hurt me, that all he tells me is lies. Which one is right?
I spent the next few days moping around my apartment trying to make sense of things. I haven't really accomplished anything staying in my apartment so long and I've just about used up all of my vacation days at work--Damn this blows chunks. Fucking, Yamato--Damn him, damn him and whatever had a part in creating him.
A knock at my door brought me out of my reverie. If it was Takeru, I was going to kick his ass. He's been doing that for the past three days. Talk to him once and he thinks he can annoy the hell out of you every fucking day. Why doesn't that kid go out with his friends? I know he has them, I've even met one of them.
When I looked through the peephole no one was there. I shrugged and turned to go continue sulking when someone knocked again. I looked through the peephole, and again there was no one. The third time this happened I was pissed enough to open the door and yell at whoever was out there.
I opened the door and prepared to yell, but I didn't get as far as I planned. Yamato popped up out of nowhere, pushed me back into my apartment while letting himself in and slammed and locked the door behind him. I stood in the middle of my livingroom in shock. Where the hell does he get off doing shit like this? I opened my mouth to let him know exactly how I felt about what he did--That is until he turned around. Yamato looked furious.
"Sit down, Taichi," he growled. I blinked at him not quite comprehending what he was saying. "Sit," he said and pushed me onto the sofa.
We spent the next few moments in a tense silence, Yamato pacing in front of my while I sat on the couch. Eventually, Yamato stopped his pacing and turned to face me--He looked considerably calmer. That was a good thing, I never know how to act when Yamato's anger is directed toward me.
"Explain something to me, Taichi," he started. "Why exactly did you break up with me? I've been thinking about this for the past few weeks, and no matter how I look at it, it doesn't make sense. So tell me, why did you do it?" here he paused and looked me directly in the eyes. I couldn't think with his gaze directed at me like that. All of my reasons for doing so seemed like bullshit. I looked at him and I couldn't come up with an answer.
"I don't know…" I whispered as I shook my head. "I don't know…"
"You told, Takeru that you don't think that I love you. Is that what this is all about?"
I growled. "If knew he was going to run and tell you what I said, I wouldn't have told him anything." Takeru--that son of a bitch just had to run his mouth. Why can't he just shut the fuck up for once?
"He didn't run and tell me anything, Taichi. I just got him to tell me what you talked about a couple of minutes ago. Now stop evading the question, is this all because you don't think that I love you?"
"I don't know what it's about, Yamato," I said as I glared at him.
"You wanted me to the one here asking questions and now that I am, you get defensive. Why exactly is that?"
"I'm not getting defensive, Yamato. I have nothing to get defensive about."
"Then answer my fucking questions, Taichi."
"You're right, I wanted you here although I don't know why. You were being so fucking weird, Yamato. You were starting to weird me out, you've never done that before but all of a sudden you just start acting weird, expecting all of these things from me. I can't handle that, who do you think I am?"
"I never expected anything from you, Taichi. I told you that I loved you because I wanted you to know how I felt, not because I wanted something from you. Why are you always so suspicious? Why do you always think that I'm lying to you? What ulterior motive can I possibly have? I mean my brother set us up, Taichi. His only goal was to get the two of us to go out on a date. Granted, I didn't like the fact that he set me up with a total stranger, but I liked you enough to pursue you. That was my only motive in dating you. I like you, Taichi, I love you. I only want to be with you. If I have a motive it would only be you." My heart ached at the sincerity in Yamato's voice. Damn it, I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do.
Yamato closed the space between us and knelt down in front of me so that he and I were level. "Don't run from me, Taichi," he said as he wrapped his arms around me burying his face in the hollow of my throat. "Don't run from me, please."
I felt tears sting my eyes as he held me and I knew in my heart that he loves me. "Yamato…I don't need you to prove that you love me," I whispered. Yamato brushed his lips against my neck and tightened his hold on me in answer. We sat like that for a while before I spoke again. "Yama, get off of the floor," I said as I started to pull him onto the couch with me.
"I missed you, Chi," he whispered after he settled himself against me, arms firmly locked around my waist. "I missed you so much."
"…I missed you too."
"I love you, Taichi," Yamato said this as he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine.
"…I love you too," I whispered. Yamato jerked back in surprise and I gasped in shock.
Why did I just say that? Why? Do I really love him? Oh my God, I do. I love Yamato.
"Do you mean that or are you just saying it?" Yamato asked voice full of uncertainty.
I looked into his eyes before I answered him. "I mean it, Yamato. I love you."
Yamato attacked me as soon as the words left my mouth, his lips crushing my own, devouring me with the intensity of his emotion. "Taichi," he whispered against my lips after the need for air forced us apart. "Don't do this to me again."
"Don't worry, Yamato. I won't."
To be continued…
A/N: I hope that lemon was to your liking. It was my second attempt at writing a lemon so it might not be so good, but I tried. I can only hope it was up to par.