Hey ppl!! Thanks for all the reviews, but I'm giving u a warning: if you
like sad and sweet fics, the first chapter is as far as it goes, light &
fluffy and sweetness-wise (actually, the last chapter'll have TONZ of
fluff, but you'll have to wait and see for that ~_^) it gets kinda into
more 'graphic' stuff, like prostitution (well, mostly, prostitution). This
is the chapter when Tai turns onto the road to becoming a mean ass . . .
but he'll change back eventually, don't u worry folks! Oh, and to Redrum:
Taichi, mature? Like that's ever gonna happen ^_^ hehe . . .maybe at the
end . . . anyway, here it is . . . again, I think I must've been high when
I wrote this . . .
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When the taxi driver dropped me off at my house, I suddenly changed my mind and decided to wander the streets instead. I stuffed my hands deep into my pockets and started to walk away from my apartment, not really aware of where I was going. Not that I cared where I went, or if I got in trouble for coming home late. I just needed to be alone.
It was already pretty late in the evening and a humid breeze ruffled my hair as I sauntered down the street. It was a beautiful night, there wasn't a cloud in the sky and the stars were glimmering and sparkling merrily. On top of that, it was still pretty warm, for September. August left some of its' warmth behind. I let my feet take me where they would while my mind wandered.
Yama. Heh, I've never called him that before. Seems almost like a pet name . . . I shook my head. No, I won't be caught in the trap of falling in love with Matt. I thought about in the taxi; even if I was gay or bi, I wouldn't allow myself to feel anything for Yamato in that way in fear of ruining our friendship. And I really treasure the friendship Matt and I have, it's the best and most important one in my life. I couldn't bear to lose it. I won't have Yama thinking I'm some sick queer freak.
Whatever happened to the crush I had on Sora? I thought to myself amusedly, now that I was on the topic of crushes and such. I guess it just faded away. Matt started going out with her, and I was extremely jealous at first, but the jealousy and envy faded after a while, and the broke it off anyway. They decided to stay friends though, and I'm grateful because even though Matt is my best friend, I've known Sora since I was a little kid and I would hate to be the one stuck in the middle all the time. Once they broke up, I thought I had a great chance to ask her out, but I decided against it. My crush on her evaporated quickly, realizing I was confusing friendship with sexual attraction.
That's what I'm afraid is happening with this whole Yamato business. Maybe my 'crush' on him will diminish, too. Maybe. Maybe being away from him will give me time to get my head on straight.
A small pang of emotion swept through me, and I was left with that horrible sense of grief. I do miss him. A lot. But maybe . . . maybe this will be good for the both of us. Maybe we need this time away from each other. Who knows, maybe we'll become even better friends when he returns.
I chose that moment to raise my head and look around to see where I was. 'Shit,' I thought bewilderedly. 'I don't think I've ever been here before.'
I was currently on a relatively crowded street on which the activity level was high. I could hear many different rhythms of music, and could see people pouring in and out of clubs that lined the sidewalk. There were so many different types of people there! People wearing every single color of the spectrum, with women wearing exotic-looking makeup and men wearing all kinds of styles, from casual to hot damn sexyyy . . . my mind trail ended right there as I saw a guy with skin-tight pants and no shirt walk by, outlining his ass perfectly. 'Alright,' I thought weakly. 'I think . . . Ya, I'm gay.'
'Well,' I thought sarcastically, 'isn't this just the perfect night for revelations.'
This was obviously some sort of hot spot. I was thankful that I brought a change of clothes to school and that I wasn't in my uniform. I looked down at myself to make sure I looked okay. I was wearing a pair of faded low- slung jeans, a plain black tank top and a jean jacket. On my hips was a studded belt (hey, I've got *some* fashion sense . . . okay, I don't have any fashion sense, but I *have* seen people wear them), and I had a silver chain with a plain silver cross around my neck. I decided that I looked okay, except probably for my hair. Goddamn hair is always getting on my nerves. It never does what tell it to. Whenever I go to get a haircut, I see all the hairdressers scurrying to customers and busying themselves with something, and the last lucky guy who was too slow gets to deal with me. I'm their worst nightmare.
I snapped out of my reverie when I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Hey dude, first time out?"
I turned around. It was a pretty cute guy . . . okay, an extremely hot guy that was about my height. He had on a tight black ripped jeans and an even tighter black t-shirt, he had sandy brown hair that flopped into his dark blue eyes with elegance, plus a muscular build. I also had no clue as to what he was talking about.
"Yeah, I guess," I stuttered. He smiled, a very appealing smile.
He stuck out his hand. "I'm Ryan, but you can just call me Ryan."
"Hey, I'm Taichi. You can call me Tai," I grinned, shaking his hand and remembering when Veemon introduced himself to Daisuke.
"Hey Tai. So, are you buying or selling?"
"Huh?" His question confused me. Ryan smirked good naturedly.
"You really are new around here, aren't you? Well, everyone here is either buying or selling flesh. A pretty thing like you could get some fast cash; but then again if you're buying you'd be no hardship. So, which is it, buying or selling?"
"Umm . . ." What was I supposed to say? Buying or selling . . . he means prostitutes. I never knew guys could be prostitutes, too. "Uh, neither. I've only just figured out I'm gay. What about you?" I challenged. "Are you buying or selling?"
"You're so fucking cute," he said sarcastically. "I'm selling, sweetie."
"Sweetie?" I asked, bewildered. "Me, sweetie? Cute? Pretty? What kind of dope are you on? Can I have some?"
Ryan chuckled, which made my spine shiver with excitement for no reason. "I'm not on any dope, smart ass. And yes, you are cute." He eyed me up and down. "Big, bouncy hair that totally crazy and unkept, but still, it frames your face to make you look adorable, beautiful eyes, cute nose, strong jaw. Muscular body . . . you play any sports?"
"Yeah, soccer," I answered.
"Hey, I used to play soccer, but then my goddamn parents fucking disowned me and I couldn't be on the team if I didn't have a guardian. The coach hated me for being a fucking queer, anyway," he scowled. "Oh well," he said, brightening. "It's true, you are cute. Actually, you're pretty hot."
I blushed scarlet at that. No one had ever told me that before. I felt . . . good.
"Yeah, well, you're not that bad looking, yourself," I said.
"Yeah, I know," he grinned, folding his hands behind his head modestly. I punched his arm playfully. "C'mon, I'll introduce you to my friends," he said, and before I could protest, he grabbed my arm and dragged me into one of the clubs.
Inside, the music was deafening. How was I gonna talk to Ryan's friends with this racket? But Ryan pulled my arm, and I followed him to the back of the place and up a flight of stairs. He turned the brass doorknob and pushed me inside before him.
A bunch of guys looked up. Two of them were making out, and one was sitting at a table counting some money. There was a layer of smoke near the ceiling, which confused me because none of them were smoking. "Hey, guys, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine," Ryan said. "This is Tai. He's a beginner."
"Hey dude," said the guy at the table, standing up and walking over to where me and Ryan stood. "Josh," he said, holding out this hand, and I shook it. "So you're new around here, eh?"
"Yeah," I nodded, though the fact that everyone considered me a 'beginner' was a bit unnerving. But oh well.
Josh turned to Ryan. "Hey, you know what we could do? We could educate him!"
"Educate me?" I repeated. Ryan grinned mischievously, nodding slowly.
"Yeah, we could," agreed Ryan. "You wanna join our club?"
"Club?"
"Well, it's not really a club, we're just a bunch of guys who stick together and live here together and help each other out and such 'cause we don't got another place to go," said Josh. "We're all selling 'cause we need the money, but you don't have to if you don't want to. You can just hang with us, y'know? Learn the ways of a queer. I wouldn't mind. You're so yummy I could eat you up." Then to my surprise, he licked my ear, and I took in a quick breath.
"Whoa," I said as he pulled away. Things sure moved fast around here.
"Oh, you really haven't ever done anything, have you? That's okay, you'll learn soon enough. So, what do you say?" asked Ryan.
I looked from Ryan to Josh, back to Ryan, then to the blonde and the brunette who were still making out on the couch, and the blonde starting to unbutton the other guy's pants. I imagined Yama doing that to me.
"Yeah, sure, why not. And I think I'd like to try selling. Who knows, people might like me. But . . .who are they?" I asked, pointing over to the couple.
"Oh, the blonde's Shawn and the other's Chase," said Ryan. "And over in the corner, that's Dan, our very own pot addict." Dan waved from behind the table in the corner. So that's where the smoke came from. "And are you kidding? Of course people would like you. In fact, they'd love you! But . . ." He paused. "Are you sure? I hope you don't think we're pressuring you into anything . . ."
"Oh, no, I want to," I reassured them. "I wouldn't mind some extra cash. And one of my best friends went away for a month today, maybe I can try to seduce him when I get back," I said, a grin spreading across my face, but it disappeared deadly fast. There, I had said it. I want Matt. I'd been thinking it for a while, but saying it aloud made it clear, final, irreversible . . .
"You naughty little boy!" exclaimed Josh, shaking his finger playfully. "Oh well, my first crush was my best friend, too."
"Really?" I asked with interest.
"Yeah, but it didn't work out, he wasn't good enough for me," Ryan joked.
"You mean . . ." I said, pointing between Josh and Ryan. "You guys used to be together?"
"Yeah, but we decided the entire 'couple' thing was too complicated for us, and then we met Chase, and, well, you can see where it went from there," said Ryan, gesturing the room with his hands.
"But we're still the best of friends, though," spoke up Josh, slinging an arm across my shoulders. "I can even sneak in a kiss or even a fuck every now and then," he whispered in my ear. I grinned.
"What's going on?" said Shawn, the blonde, breathlessly, pulling away from Chase for a second.
"Oh, it's nice that you could stop snogging enough to acknowledge our presence. This is Tai, he's joining our little club here," said Josh, slapping my back.
"Welcome to our madness," answered Shawn, and then went back to kissing Chase.
Josh chuckled. "Those two can never keep their mouths off each other. I wouldn't be surprised if they went on and fucked each other right on that couch in front on us."
"Ugh, I ate my breakfast there this morning," said Ryan, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "But hey, I wouldn't mind the show," he continued honestly. "I could imagine myself doing it with someone else . . ." he looked over at me. "Tai's damn cute and I'd love to be his first."
I felt my eyes widen. The idea that Ryan wanted me, of all people . . . it was intoxicating. I blushed and said that I wouldn't mind having Ryan for my first, either.
Ryan looked at me carefully and asked if I was sure, and I nodded back. So he took my hand and led me to a different room, while Josh whooped and cheered as we walked away. Once inside the room, Ryan showed me exactly what two men did together. It was more than I could've ever imagined.
After I'd calmed down I told him I had better go home; it was nearly midnight. I offered to give him money, but he wouldn't accept it. "Tonight was on me," he said, eyes twinkling at the implications. "But if you come back tomorrow, you bet I'll make you pay."
I went home that night feeling pretty happy. When I finally found my way home, my mom was furious with me of course, but when I told her I just needed to be alone for a while, she understood. I guess she thought I was still 'grieving' over Matt's departure. And I am, but I think that Ryan made me forget about Matt. But just for a minute.
I lay in bed, thinking about what happened. Ryan showed me so much tonight, how to be sweet and seductive at once and stuff. My soft spot was my ear and the area around it. (How did Josh know?) I stared at the ceiling in a goofy haze. This night rivaled the days with Matt in the digital world for most spectacular in my life. I'd never felt so loved, wanted even. Sure, I have a family who loves me, and I know tonight wasn't about love or anything, but it was a different kind of love . . .and I did feel loved afterward. More than anything I wanted to feel like that again.
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. . . uhhhh . . . -_-;; Yeah, that is a extremely crappy ending . . . I suck at endings (-_-;;) . . . the guy must've put some Tylonol 3 in my weed . . . lol jk, I don't smoke ^_^ but I think I HAD to have been drunk . . . meh, watcha gonna do. anyway, if u guys don't like this ugly turn its taken, let me know . . . IN YOUR REVIEWS!!!!
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When the taxi driver dropped me off at my house, I suddenly changed my mind and decided to wander the streets instead. I stuffed my hands deep into my pockets and started to walk away from my apartment, not really aware of where I was going. Not that I cared where I went, or if I got in trouble for coming home late. I just needed to be alone.
It was already pretty late in the evening and a humid breeze ruffled my hair as I sauntered down the street. It was a beautiful night, there wasn't a cloud in the sky and the stars were glimmering and sparkling merrily. On top of that, it was still pretty warm, for September. August left some of its' warmth behind. I let my feet take me where they would while my mind wandered.
Yama. Heh, I've never called him that before. Seems almost like a pet name . . . I shook my head. No, I won't be caught in the trap of falling in love with Matt. I thought about in the taxi; even if I was gay or bi, I wouldn't allow myself to feel anything for Yamato in that way in fear of ruining our friendship. And I really treasure the friendship Matt and I have, it's the best and most important one in my life. I couldn't bear to lose it. I won't have Yama thinking I'm some sick queer freak.
Whatever happened to the crush I had on Sora? I thought to myself amusedly, now that I was on the topic of crushes and such. I guess it just faded away. Matt started going out with her, and I was extremely jealous at first, but the jealousy and envy faded after a while, and the broke it off anyway. They decided to stay friends though, and I'm grateful because even though Matt is my best friend, I've known Sora since I was a little kid and I would hate to be the one stuck in the middle all the time. Once they broke up, I thought I had a great chance to ask her out, but I decided against it. My crush on her evaporated quickly, realizing I was confusing friendship with sexual attraction.
That's what I'm afraid is happening with this whole Yamato business. Maybe my 'crush' on him will diminish, too. Maybe. Maybe being away from him will give me time to get my head on straight.
A small pang of emotion swept through me, and I was left with that horrible sense of grief. I do miss him. A lot. But maybe . . . maybe this will be good for the both of us. Maybe we need this time away from each other. Who knows, maybe we'll become even better friends when he returns.
I chose that moment to raise my head and look around to see where I was. 'Shit,' I thought bewilderedly. 'I don't think I've ever been here before.'
I was currently on a relatively crowded street on which the activity level was high. I could hear many different rhythms of music, and could see people pouring in and out of clubs that lined the sidewalk. There were so many different types of people there! People wearing every single color of the spectrum, with women wearing exotic-looking makeup and men wearing all kinds of styles, from casual to hot damn sexyyy . . . my mind trail ended right there as I saw a guy with skin-tight pants and no shirt walk by, outlining his ass perfectly. 'Alright,' I thought weakly. 'I think . . . Ya, I'm gay.'
'Well,' I thought sarcastically, 'isn't this just the perfect night for revelations.'
This was obviously some sort of hot spot. I was thankful that I brought a change of clothes to school and that I wasn't in my uniform. I looked down at myself to make sure I looked okay. I was wearing a pair of faded low- slung jeans, a plain black tank top and a jean jacket. On my hips was a studded belt (hey, I've got *some* fashion sense . . . okay, I don't have any fashion sense, but I *have* seen people wear them), and I had a silver chain with a plain silver cross around my neck. I decided that I looked okay, except probably for my hair. Goddamn hair is always getting on my nerves. It never does what tell it to. Whenever I go to get a haircut, I see all the hairdressers scurrying to customers and busying themselves with something, and the last lucky guy who was too slow gets to deal with me. I'm their worst nightmare.
I snapped out of my reverie when I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Hey dude, first time out?"
I turned around. It was a pretty cute guy . . . okay, an extremely hot guy that was about my height. He had on a tight black ripped jeans and an even tighter black t-shirt, he had sandy brown hair that flopped into his dark blue eyes with elegance, plus a muscular build. I also had no clue as to what he was talking about.
"Yeah, I guess," I stuttered. He smiled, a very appealing smile.
He stuck out his hand. "I'm Ryan, but you can just call me Ryan."
"Hey, I'm Taichi. You can call me Tai," I grinned, shaking his hand and remembering when Veemon introduced himself to Daisuke.
"Hey Tai. So, are you buying or selling?"
"Huh?" His question confused me. Ryan smirked good naturedly.
"You really are new around here, aren't you? Well, everyone here is either buying or selling flesh. A pretty thing like you could get some fast cash; but then again if you're buying you'd be no hardship. So, which is it, buying or selling?"
"Umm . . ." What was I supposed to say? Buying or selling . . . he means prostitutes. I never knew guys could be prostitutes, too. "Uh, neither. I've only just figured out I'm gay. What about you?" I challenged. "Are you buying or selling?"
"You're so fucking cute," he said sarcastically. "I'm selling, sweetie."
"Sweetie?" I asked, bewildered. "Me, sweetie? Cute? Pretty? What kind of dope are you on? Can I have some?"
Ryan chuckled, which made my spine shiver with excitement for no reason. "I'm not on any dope, smart ass. And yes, you are cute." He eyed me up and down. "Big, bouncy hair that totally crazy and unkept, but still, it frames your face to make you look adorable, beautiful eyes, cute nose, strong jaw. Muscular body . . . you play any sports?"
"Yeah, soccer," I answered.
"Hey, I used to play soccer, but then my goddamn parents fucking disowned me and I couldn't be on the team if I didn't have a guardian. The coach hated me for being a fucking queer, anyway," he scowled. "Oh well," he said, brightening. "It's true, you are cute. Actually, you're pretty hot."
I blushed scarlet at that. No one had ever told me that before. I felt . . . good.
"Yeah, well, you're not that bad looking, yourself," I said.
"Yeah, I know," he grinned, folding his hands behind his head modestly. I punched his arm playfully. "C'mon, I'll introduce you to my friends," he said, and before I could protest, he grabbed my arm and dragged me into one of the clubs.
Inside, the music was deafening. How was I gonna talk to Ryan's friends with this racket? But Ryan pulled my arm, and I followed him to the back of the place and up a flight of stairs. He turned the brass doorknob and pushed me inside before him.
A bunch of guys looked up. Two of them were making out, and one was sitting at a table counting some money. There was a layer of smoke near the ceiling, which confused me because none of them were smoking. "Hey, guys, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine," Ryan said. "This is Tai. He's a beginner."
"Hey dude," said the guy at the table, standing up and walking over to where me and Ryan stood. "Josh," he said, holding out this hand, and I shook it. "So you're new around here, eh?"
"Yeah," I nodded, though the fact that everyone considered me a 'beginner' was a bit unnerving. But oh well.
Josh turned to Ryan. "Hey, you know what we could do? We could educate him!"
"Educate me?" I repeated. Ryan grinned mischievously, nodding slowly.
"Yeah, we could," agreed Ryan. "You wanna join our club?"
"Club?"
"Well, it's not really a club, we're just a bunch of guys who stick together and live here together and help each other out and such 'cause we don't got another place to go," said Josh. "We're all selling 'cause we need the money, but you don't have to if you don't want to. You can just hang with us, y'know? Learn the ways of a queer. I wouldn't mind. You're so yummy I could eat you up." Then to my surprise, he licked my ear, and I took in a quick breath.
"Whoa," I said as he pulled away. Things sure moved fast around here.
"Oh, you really haven't ever done anything, have you? That's okay, you'll learn soon enough. So, what do you say?" asked Ryan.
I looked from Ryan to Josh, back to Ryan, then to the blonde and the brunette who were still making out on the couch, and the blonde starting to unbutton the other guy's pants. I imagined Yama doing that to me.
"Yeah, sure, why not. And I think I'd like to try selling. Who knows, people might like me. But . . .who are they?" I asked, pointing over to the couple.
"Oh, the blonde's Shawn and the other's Chase," said Ryan. "And over in the corner, that's Dan, our very own pot addict." Dan waved from behind the table in the corner. So that's where the smoke came from. "And are you kidding? Of course people would like you. In fact, they'd love you! But . . ." He paused. "Are you sure? I hope you don't think we're pressuring you into anything . . ."
"Oh, no, I want to," I reassured them. "I wouldn't mind some extra cash. And one of my best friends went away for a month today, maybe I can try to seduce him when I get back," I said, a grin spreading across my face, but it disappeared deadly fast. There, I had said it. I want Matt. I'd been thinking it for a while, but saying it aloud made it clear, final, irreversible . . .
"You naughty little boy!" exclaimed Josh, shaking his finger playfully. "Oh well, my first crush was my best friend, too."
"Really?" I asked with interest.
"Yeah, but it didn't work out, he wasn't good enough for me," Ryan joked.
"You mean . . ." I said, pointing between Josh and Ryan. "You guys used to be together?"
"Yeah, but we decided the entire 'couple' thing was too complicated for us, and then we met Chase, and, well, you can see where it went from there," said Ryan, gesturing the room with his hands.
"But we're still the best of friends, though," spoke up Josh, slinging an arm across my shoulders. "I can even sneak in a kiss or even a fuck every now and then," he whispered in my ear. I grinned.
"What's going on?" said Shawn, the blonde, breathlessly, pulling away from Chase for a second.
"Oh, it's nice that you could stop snogging enough to acknowledge our presence. This is Tai, he's joining our little club here," said Josh, slapping my back.
"Welcome to our madness," answered Shawn, and then went back to kissing Chase.
Josh chuckled. "Those two can never keep their mouths off each other. I wouldn't be surprised if they went on and fucked each other right on that couch in front on us."
"Ugh, I ate my breakfast there this morning," said Ryan, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "But hey, I wouldn't mind the show," he continued honestly. "I could imagine myself doing it with someone else . . ." he looked over at me. "Tai's damn cute and I'd love to be his first."
I felt my eyes widen. The idea that Ryan wanted me, of all people . . . it was intoxicating. I blushed and said that I wouldn't mind having Ryan for my first, either.
Ryan looked at me carefully and asked if I was sure, and I nodded back. So he took my hand and led me to a different room, while Josh whooped and cheered as we walked away. Once inside the room, Ryan showed me exactly what two men did together. It was more than I could've ever imagined.
After I'd calmed down I told him I had better go home; it was nearly midnight. I offered to give him money, but he wouldn't accept it. "Tonight was on me," he said, eyes twinkling at the implications. "But if you come back tomorrow, you bet I'll make you pay."
I went home that night feeling pretty happy. When I finally found my way home, my mom was furious with me of course, but when I told her I just needed to be alone for a while, she understood. I guess she thought I was still 'grieving' over Matt's departure. And I am, but I think that Ryan made me forget about Matt. But just for a minute.
I lay in bed, thinking about what happened. Ryan showed me so much tonight, how to be sweet and seductive at once and stuff. My soft spot was my ear and the area around it. (How did Josh know?) I stared at the ceiling in a goofy haze. This night rivaled the days with Matt in the digital world for most spectacular in my life. I'd never felt so loved, wanted even. Sure, I have a family who loves me, and I know tonight wasn't about love or anything, but it was a different kind of love . . .and I did feel loved afterward. More than anything I wanted to feel like that again.
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. . . uhhhh . . . -_-;; Yeah, that is a extremely crappy ending . . . I suck at endings (-_-;;) . . . the guy must've put some Tylonol 3 in my weed . . . lol jk, I don't smoke ^_^ but I think I HAD to have been drunk . . . meh, watcha gonna do. anyway, if u guys don't like this ugly turn its taken, let me know . . . IN YOUR REVIEWS!!!!