Chapter (lemme have a look) sixth (WHAAAAAAT????? Already?!) of my mad series. I was forced to forsake my plot and spice things up a little. So, here's a tiny bit of lemon. It's Taito, Kensuke and Jyoushiro. Also, Takeichi. Whatever. No girls here! Ha ha ha! I don't own Shakespeare. If you don't want to read lemon(?!), skip the first part. If you're 17 or under do the same. Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, who out of you does?
~Storms and dreams~
Thunderclap was deafening, and immediately thereafter a lightning bolt shattered the sky. Rain was pouring like a dark waterfall. The rumble of thunder shook the city. Lights flickered in the wall of rain and went out like scared eyes of an animal. The level of streets rose full of water streams and the streets burst with bubbles from heavy rain.
Taichi's room was dark, occasional lightning pierced the room with blinding white explosions. It was hot in spite of the rain outside. The constant drumming reminded one of a military parade.
Taichi kicked the thin blanket off. He bucked his legs but they got tangled in the blanket, and even in his dream it felt stifling hot. He tossed in his bed, clutching the thin material in his sweaty hands.
His head hit the side of the pillow and a moan escaped his mouth.
Thunderclap.
The word was lost in the sound of it as if the boy wasn't screaming it on top of his voice: Yamato!
One more flash of lightning and the dark-haired boy threw his body to the wall. Its coolness eased his rapid breathing. Sweat drops made glistening tracks down his naked tanned back.
The boy groaned, pressing his shoulder into the cold wall. Wet hair stuck to the side of his face.
"Yamato," he whispered through his dry lips.
Yamato, of course, him and only him could be there, now in his bed. Squeezing himself into his arms, seeking his caress, bestowing his kisses upon the flushed dark-haired boy.
Taichi smiled in sweet delirium of his dream.
"Yamato!" he moaned weakly and took the lithe fragile boy into his arms. The scent of his sweaty damp skin was breathtaking.
Taichi's hands squeezed the sheets almost painfully.
"I love you..." the boy exhaled as the air was knocked out of his lungs when Yamato entwined his long fingers in his hair and gave him a proper passionate kiss on lips. The blonde boy laughed quietly in the crevice between his neck and his collarbone. Taichi brought him closer insistently not being able to sustain tickles of pleasure creeping up his back.
Taichi rolled over and backtracked to the wall, rubbing the coolness into his burning skin and boiling veins. A series of lightning flashes revealed his shaking form.
"Have me!" he pleaded. Yamato tortured him for a second with a playful smile. His eyes were as sweet as blue blue melody and as promising as night's sky. Taichi panted and threw his arms around his marble admirable shoulders. "Now, please! Please..."
Yamato teased him. His teeth left a swelling mark in Taichi's shoulders.
Taichi cried out as thunder rolled overhead. His knees dug crumpled cavities in the sheets when he rolled on his stomach and buried his face in the pillow. His body gave a jerk.
Yamato descended down his front. Taichi found his shirt unbuttoned within a blink of an eye.
Maddening blue eyes rose to meet his heated stare.
"Yamato..." the brunet urged him to go on.
"Teachers might notice..." Yamato said absently caressing Taichi's inner thigh. Taichi moaned throwing his head back. His teeth flashed in the orange light of the classroom.
"Okay, Taichi," the blonde boy murmured sitting him forcefully on the desk in the back of the classroom and spreading his legs. The brunet was dimly aware of his teacher's boring voice somewhat muffled by a thick wall of blood in his ears.
Lightning hit the sky and took a momentary photo of the boy riding his bed.
Another moan as if your insides were being torn apart. Maybe they were. Maybe it was the walls of Yamato's warm mouth that enveloped him and crushed him into convulsing nothingness.
"More..." the boy insisted.
Taichi thrusted harder. Rain speed up to meet the hungry sultry earth.
He lowered his eyes on Yamato bending over his crotch. Yamato's eyes were closed and his fingers wandered lazily over Taichi's English textbook, stroking the sides. The thumb of his left hand grazed Taichi's lower stomach slowly. Taichi's obsessive jealous look fell accidentally on the back of Yamato's neck. It was naturally covered with his longish sun faded hair and the collar of his white shirt and the green school jacket concealed the gentle immaculate curve of his nape. Taichi wished to slip his hand in under the layer of material and feel Yamato's silky sweaty skin, to start him out of his indifferent cool air that Yamato assumed while sucking Taichi's cock, and to mould him into a shape of desire.
His hand flew aside and hit the wall painful enough to shook his mind off the mirage.
"No, no, no!" he whispered frantically as the dream dissolved into the frustrating dissatisfaction. The last fragment that the dream provided him was his teacher's voice breaking in his swollen mind,
"Ishida Yamato, Yagami Taichi, what are you doing?! Answer the question, please!"
Taichi hit the pillow and an animal sob flew from his lips.
"No! Come back! You didn't finish my blowjob, Yamato! Come back!!"
Lighting and thunder. Storm.
Taichi shivered.
Why did he feel like dying?
Bitter tears spilled on the heartless injustice of reality. Dreams solely were left to him only to be snatched away at the break of dawn.
Suddenly Taichi felt like he was the loneliest person in the world and he howled into his pillow miserably.
His eyes stopped to look at the storm behind the window. Rain hurled itself on the glass and tricked down the surface in bulging transparent broken lines... Somewhere, Yamato was looking down on those very cold drops slipping down his window... Taichi remembered with an uncomfortable shudder that Yamato's bed was positioned under the window...
He probably is unable to sleep... Not with this storm at it's highest, he thought.
Taichi lay back in his bed watching the clouds when the lightning was inclined to reveal them.
Taichi got up and began to dress himself. He didn't care whether he had a hard-on or not, he put his school trousers on top of his pyjamas green shorts, tucked his hands into the sleeves of his dark red hoodie, took his school jacket and a bag and crept out of his room. He snatched his autumn jacket from the hook in the hall and pushed his bare feet in his trainers. Discreetly, he exited the flat and descended into the street. Taichi found himself in the eye of the storm. He embarked on his long rain-whipped walk to Yamato's apartment.
Yamato couldn't believe it. Somebody was distinctly knocking on his door in the middle of the night. Again. Yamato gave a dirty look to his brother who shrugged in reply, and went to get it - whoever it could be. Again.
The blonde yanked the door open and found drenched Taichi in very strange clothes behind it.
"Is it the most popular way to spend the night nowadays? Or is it just called 'go to Yamato when it's raining?" the blonde greeted his friend, leaning casually on the door and sending him a skeptical hot look. It's unnecessary to say that this kind of look could make Taichi come on three seconds' notice.
Taichi gulped and wiped his nose noisily.
"Oh, just come in!" Yamato drew him in by the front of his jacket. Taichi blinked guiltily at Yamato.
"I hope I didn't wake you up," he apologised.
"You aren't the first one who hopes that," Yamato answered coolly. He glanced at the clock: 4 in the morning.
Taichi frowned. When he entered Yamato's room though, he understood perfectly well. Digidestined males were scattered across the room, tucked in various places possible.
"Oh Taichi?!" Takeru bounced on the bed. "See, they're mad! They separately came in the middle of the night! First Jyou, then Iori, then Koshiro and Ken! And me, I stayed overnight! And Ken..."
"I didn't send out invitations!" Yamato pushed past Taichi and handed him a spare blanket. "I'm running short of emergency supplies."
"Hi, Taichi!" Ken greeted him. His hair was wet and sticky, and Taichi assumed he had arrived not long before.
"Hi," said Taichi when found his voice. Surprise made him look rather silly.
"Daisuke must be not much behind you," Koshiro commented. "He's the only one left."
Yamato snorted and climbed into the bed.
"I hope he'll be clever enough to not..." Yamato started.
The bell rang loudly.
"Ring the bell," Yamato finished gloomily.
"I'll go get it!" Ken volunteered. He didn't like the murderous look in Yamato's eyes at all.
"I'm gonna have my beauty sleep! I have a fucking test on Friday!" Yamato announced and buried himself in the blankets.
Taichi timidly sat at the foot of the bed. Takeru shared it with Yamato, but the mini-blonde wasn't eager to go to sleep, he surveyed everyone with interest, and his attention particularly piqued when Taichi entered the room. Taichi was sure that Takeru still didn't get over his crush on him. The brunet shifted his back and pointedly looked the other way. Jyou was snoring slightly in the farthest corner, his glasses askew. Koshiro sat with his back propped against the wall near Jyou's head and watching him in fascination. Iori was dozing off in the left corner with a book on his knees and a torch lying beside him. Daisuke and Ken came in sheepishly and Ken pulled Daisuke in his corner where a pile of blankets indicated his impromptu bed. The storm behind the window howled and raved. The curtains on the window were drawn and occasional lightning projected streams of rain on the wall.
Taichi yawned. What he wanted most of all, was to slip under Yamato's blanket and hug him until they both warmed up.
Taichi was so immersed into these pleasant thoughts that didn't expect Takeru to run his fingers through his dark hair and down his nape. His skin crawled. He started.
"T..Takeru.." the brunet moved over to escape him. Takeru bored him with the intense stare of his blue eyes.
"Hi, Taichi," he said again.
"Hmmm," a sumptuous Yamato's moan sounded from the bed. "Taichi... where do you want to sleep?"
"With you!" Taichi said.
Koshiro cleared his throat loudly.
Yamato mumbled a curse.
"Really, brother," Takeru stuck in cheerfully. "Let Taichi-san in with us."
Ken's eyes got wide in a silent warning. Taichi hurriedly began to discard his clothes off.
'I don't care if the little brat wants to jerk on me,' Taichi thought darkly. 'If he helps me to get in bed with Yamato, he may come all over me!'
"I dunno, Takeru..."
"Oh, come on... Yamato?" the smaller blonde begged sweetly. "I'll wash your dishes?"
Yamato grumbled. Taichi didn't need an invitation to jump in. He threw his arm over the warm limp body of the love of his life and snuggled closer with a happy grin.
"Don't be so stubborn, Yama," he said, landing a kiss on his shoulder.
"You're wet!"
Yamato's attempt to shake him off was pointless. The blonde shuddered involuntarily.
Taichi took him in his arms.
"Cold, Yamato?"
"Lay off!"
"Whooh, Yama, Yama..."
Ishida Yamato was melting inside. He forgot how annoying Taichi could be but it was a part of his dear bellicose friend. His Taichi. He had honestly missed him all this week; especially when Taichi chose to call him by his last name and to use mean petty tricks to distance himself from Yamato.
Taichi was contagiously crazy. It was no wonder Yamato always wanted to act crazy around his bigheaded pal. Like kissing him stupid. A pang of shame gripped Yamato's stomach, but he waved it away. He always felt protected in his arms, always. Consequences? who cared.
It was really cranky. Like what was happening tonight at his house, no in his bed...
Taichi's heart was beating wildly. It was a heavenly bliss, a joy to be touching Yamato so intimately. Taichi held his breath as his hip felt Yamato's pyjamas shorts digging into his flesh. Taichi gave a purr and stole his hand lower to the boy's stomach.
Takeru snuggled to Taichi's back and enveloped his hand around Taichi's chest.
"Hello, Taichi!" he murmured secretly in his ear and blew on his neck. "I missed you."
Taichi happily ignored him.
Yamato realised that Taichi's hand had been wandering over his naked stomach and playfully bucked into Taichi's hips, saying 'get off!' Taichi who thought that he had got rid of his erection outside in the storm, began to doubt it. He moaned and dug his hand in Yamato's side, rolling himself nearly on top of the blonde boy and squashing him into the bed.
His moan was loud enough to draw everyone's attention.
Takeru stopped his manipulations with Taichi's back and guiltily glanced around.
Koshiro snorted.
Yamato - squeezed between his friend and the sheets - dragged his head to the left and stared at Taichi with strange eyes. He felt good. The knowledge of what his friend intended to do to him didn't terrify him. It sent warmth up his body. Or it could be Taichi serving as a blanket for him tonight.
Taichi stared back at Yamato. His chocolate eyes radiated passion.
The blue eyes blinked and a smile curved Yamato's lips.
Taichi freed his hand from feeling Yamato's sides and brushed away disobedient blonde hair out of Yamato's eyes. Taichi sneaked in and placed a kiss on his cheek. Yamato's eyes closed.
Permission given. Taichi ran his tongue down on Yamato's cheek aiming for his mouth. Yamato giggled. The tip of the tongue brushed the corner of his lips. Taichi sighed impatiently.
"I'll just tell everyone to leave the room!" the brunet half-whispered half-mouthed his ultimate threat.
One blue eye gave him a stern look.
"Have me?" Taichi murmured.
Yamato turned away from him but didn't encourage his friend to leave the bed.
'He's mine!' Taichi thought hiding his face in Yamato's wild blonde hair.
Ken and Daisuke weren't keen on sleeping. They whispered under the blankets. Ken felt puppy-stupid and comforted. Daisuke was being stupid and behaved like a puppy. He vigorously inspected his new surroundings.
"Cool, Ken!" he squeaked excitedly. "It's like, it's like... on trees.... what's it called?"
"Treehouse," Ken supplied breathlessly.
"Yeah!" amber eyes glowed in the dark. "You know what? We can talk all night!!"
"Uhu," Ken said dreamily.
"So, what about?" Daisuke asked. He scratched his head. "You know, I fancy Mimi," he said confidentially.
Ken felt like throwing up.
"She's so..."
"I suppose," he said coldly. "I've never been into boys and girls relationships."
Daisuke cocked his eyebrow.
"No?" he said unbelievingly. "You don't know anything?" Daisuke cupped his hands over his chest simulating fake breasts. "Nothing at all?"
His eyes told Ken how helpful he wanted to be.
Ken chuckled. "In fact, I do. I read books."
"Books..." Daisuke said in a bored voice.
"Yes. Encyclopedias on sexual relationships."
"Oh."
The word was nothing to the thirteen year old. Ken watched him in amusement.
"Just a while ago my father wanted to give me the talk," he continued in a whisper. "But I said 'I know already, thanks, dad.' He wondered about the source of the information, so I brought him my encyclopedia. He flipped through it, stumbled across some very picturesque passages and pictures and carried it into the bedroom for detailed investigation... It's become his everynight easy reading..."
Daisuke gaped at him. Then his expression changed into a sulky one.
"Father never gave me the talk," the mahogany haired boy complained.
"He didn't?!" Ken exclaimed. "Then I'll do it!"
Ken couldn't believe his luck. Telling little innocent Daisuke about sex was more than he strove for. Okay, he wanted to have sex with him in the future. Ken pushed away those tricky thoughts.
"You see," the genius said snuggling comfortably to his friend and smiling like an undersized shark. "Basically, the reproduction process includes two humans of different sexes- a female and a male, considering that..."
Daisuke yawned.
"Ken?" he interrupted. "What's less boring - repro- something or sex?"
"Sex, of course," Ken said wickedly.
"Better tell me about it then."
"Well, the first thing you must remember about sex is that you can have it with anybody..."
"Anybody?!" the boy parted his lips in amazement.
"Yeah," Ken said sounding careless. "Girls, boys..."
"Boys too?!" Daisuke moved closer.
Ken shrugged. "Sure."
"You mean, boys like you and me?"
Ken's fingers played with the corner of the pillow. He nodded.
Daisuke blushed. "You mean, you and I can have sex too?" he asked in a small voice.
Ken smiled at him. "Yeah."
Daisuke was certainly very clever at times, and Ken was proud of him. He had figured everything out by himself.
"How?" demanded Daisuke, for the first time checking Ken out.
"Well," Ken rubbed the tip of his thumb into the pillow and licked it to feel the taste of Daisuke's form printed into it. And possibly to give some hints to the boy he desired. Ken brushed his hair off and sensually lidded his eyes; his long eyelashes tinted their fascinating violet colour. "There are ways..."
The oral description followed.
'He's mine!'
Koshiro placed Jyou's head on his lap and bent over the dear face. The glasses had been carefully discarded, and long dark blue hair pushed away from the pale perfectly lined face. Koshiro stopped breathing and looked with fondest love at Jyou's thin features. He left a butterfly kiss on his brow. Jyou was sleeping like a baby, a little pink in the face, mouth half-opened. Koshiro swallowed. If he were Ken or Taichi's horny type, he'd use Jyou's innocent position to his advantage. But he was a romantic one and he simply enjoyed every single moment he shared with his love, son chouchou.
*Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Not services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.*
Koshiro sighed. "Jyou-sama..."
His love for that tall blue-haired boy increased with every passing day. He hoped that Hikari would do something about the whole complicated affair. But now and here Jyou was in his arms. Finally.
'He's mine...'
The storm thundered furiously behind the window.
a/n review and I'll continue. . That applies to any of my fics.
~Storms and dreams~
Thunderclap was deafening, and immediately thereafter a lightning bolt shattered the sky. Rain was pouring like a dark waterfall. The rumble of thunder shook the city. Lights flickered in the wall of rain and went out like scared eyes of an animal. The level of streets rose full of water streams and the streets burst with bubbles from heavy rain.
Taichi's room was dark, occasional lightning pierced the room with blinding white explosions. It was hot in spite of the rain outside. The constant drumming reminded one of a military parade.
Taichi kicked the thin blanket off. He bucked his legs but they got tangled in the blanket, and even in his dream it felt stifling hot. He tossed in his bed, clutching the thin material in his sweaty hands.
His head hit the side of the pillow and a moan escaped his mouth.
Thunderclap.
The word was lost in the sound of it as if the boy wasn't screaming it on top of his voice: Yamato!
One more flash of lightning and the dark-haired boy threw his body to the wall. Its coolness eased his rapid breathing. Sweat drops made glistening tracks down his naked tanned back.
The boy groaned, pressing his shoulder into the cold wall. Wet hair stuck to the side of his face.
"Yamato," he whispered through his dry lips.
Yamato, of course, him and only him could be there, now in his bed. Squeezing himself into his arms, seeking his caress, bestowing his kisses upon the flushed dark-haired boy.
Taichi smiled in sweet delirium of his dream.
"Yamato!" he moaned weakly and took the lithe fragile boy into his arms. The scent of his sweaty damp skin was breathtaking.
Taichi's hands squeezed the sheets almost painfully.
"I love you..." the boy exhaled as the air was knocked out of his lungs when Yamato entwined his long fingers in his hair and gave him a proper passionate kiss on lips. The blonde boy laughed quietly in the crevice between his neck and his collarbone. Taichi brought him closer insistently not being able to sustain tickles of pleasure creeping up his back.
Taichi rolled over and backtracked to the wall, rubbing the coolness into his burning skin and boiling veins. A series of lightning flashes revealed his shaking form.
"Have me!" he pleaded. Yamato tortured him for a second with a playful smile. His eyes were as sweet as blue blue melody and as promising as night's sky. Taichi panted and threw his arms around his marble admirable shoulders. "Now, please! Please..."
Yamato teased him. His teeth left a swelling mark in Taichi's shoulders.
Taichi cried out as thunder rolled overhead. His knees dug crumpled cavities in the sheets when he rolled on his stomach and buried his face in the pillow. His body gave a jerk.
Yamato descended down his front. Taichi found his shirt unbuttoned within a blink of an eye.
Maddening blue eyes rose to meet his heated stare.
"Yamato..." the brunet urged him to go on.
"Teachers might notice..." Yamato said absently caressing Taichi's inner thigh. Taichi moaned throwing his head back. His teeth flashed in the orange light of the classroom.
"Okay, Taichi," the blonde boy murmured sitting him forcefully on the desk in the back of the classroom and spreading his legs. The brunet was dimly aware of his teacher's boring voice somewhat muffled by a thick wall of blood in his ears.
Lightning hit the sky and took a momentary photo of the boy riding his bed.
Another moan as if your insides were being torn apart. Maybe they were. Maybe it was the walls of Yamato's warm mouth that enveloped him and crushed him into convulsing nothingness.
"More..." the boy insisted.
Taichi thrusted harder. Rain speed up to meet the hungry sultry earth.
He lowered his eyes on Yamato bending over his crotch. Yamato's eyes were closed and his fingers wandered lazily over Taichi's English textbook, stroking the sides. The thumb of his left hand grazed Taichi's lower stomach slowly. Taichi's obsessive jealous look fell accidentally on the back of Yamato's neck. It was naturally covered with his longish sun faded hair and the collar of his white shirt and the green school jacket concealed the gentle immaculate curve of his nape. Taichi wished to slip his hand in under the layer of material and feel Yamato's silky sweaty skin, to start him out of his indifferent cool air that Yamato assumed while sucking Taichi's cock, and to mould him into a shape of desire.
His hand flew aside and hit the wall painful enough to shook his mind off the mirage.
"No, no, no!" he whispered frantically as the dream dissolved into the frustrating dissatisfaction. The last fragment that the dream provided him was his teacher's voice breaking in his swollen mind,
"Ishida Yamato, Yagami Taichi, what are you doing?! Answer the question, please!"
Taichi hit the pillow and an animal sob flew from his lips.
"No! Come back! You didn't finish my blowjob, Yamato! Come back!!"
Lighting and thunder. Storm.
Taichi shivered.
Why did he feel like dying?
Bitter tears spilled on the heartless injustice of reality. Dreams solely were left to him only to be snatched away at the break of dawn.
Suddenly Taichi felt like he was the loneliest person in the world and he howled into his pillow miserably.
His eyes stopped to look at the storm behind the window. Rain hurled itself on the glass and tricked down the surface in bulging transparent broken lines... Somewhere, Yamato was looking down on those very cold drops slipping down his window... Taichi remembered with an uncomfortable shudder that Yamato's bed was positioned under the window...
He probably is unable to sleep... Not with this storm at it's highest, he thought.
Taichi lay back in his bed watching the clouds when the lightning was inclined to reveal them.
Taichi got up and began to dress himself. He didn't care whether he had a hard-on or not, he put his school trousers on top of his pyjamas green shorts, tucked his hands into the sleeves of his dark red hoodie, took his school jacket and a bag and crept out of his room. He snatched his autumn jacket from the hook in the hall and pushed his bare feet in his trainers. Discreetly, he exited the flat and descended into the street. Taichi found himself in the eye of the storm. He embarked on his long rain-whipped walk to Yamato's apartment.
Yamato couldn't believe it. Somebody was distinctly knocking on his door in the middle of the night. Again. Yamato gave a dirty look to his brother who shrugged in reply, and went to get it - whoever it could be. Again.
The blonde yanked the door open and found drenched Taichi in very strange clothes behind it.
"Is it the most popular way to spend the night nowadays? Or is it just called 'go to Yamato when it's raining?" the blonde greeted his friend, leaning casually on the door and sending him a skeptical hot look. It's unnecessary to say that this kind of look could make Taichi come on three seconds' notice.
Taichi gulped and wiped his nose noisily.
"Oh, just come in!" Yamato drew him in by the front of his jacket. Taichi blinked guiltily at Yamato.
"I hope I didn't wake you up," he apologised.
"You aren't the first one who hopes that," Yamato answered coolly. He glanced at the clock: 4 in the morning.
Taichi frowned. When he entered Yamato's room though, he understood perfectly well. Digidestined males were scattered across the room, tucked in various places possible.
"Oh Taichi?!" Takeru bounced on the bed. "See, they're mad! They separately came in the middle of the night! First Jyou, then Iori, then Koshiro and Ken! And me, I stayed overnight! And Ken..."
"I didn't send out invitations!" Yamato pushed past Taichi and handed him a spare blanket. "I'm running short of emergency supplies."
"Hi, Taichi!" Ken greeted him. His hair was wet and sticky, and Taichi assumed he had arrived not long before.
"Hi," said Taichi when found his voice. Surprise made him look rather silly.
"Daisuke must be not much behind you," Koshiro commented. "He's the only one left."
Yamato snorted and climbed into the bed.
"I hope he'll be clever enough to not..." Yamato started.
The bell rang loudly.
"Ring the bell," Yamato finished gloomily.
"I'll go get it!" Ken volunteered. He didn't like the murderous look in Yamato's eyes at all.
"I'm gonna have my beauty sleep! I have a fucking test on Friday!" Yamato announced and buried himself in the blankets.
Taichi timidly sat at the foot of the bed. Takeru shared it with Yamato, but the mini-blonde wasn't eager to go to sleep, he surveyed everyone with interest, and his attention particularly piqued when Taichi entered the room. Taichi was sure that Takeru still didn't get over his crush on him. The brunet shifted his back and pointedly looked the other way. Jyou was snoring slightly in the farthest corner, his glasses askew. Koshiro sat with his back propped against the wall near Jyou's head and watching him in fascination. Iori was dozing off in the left corner with a book on his knees and a torch lying beside him. Daisuke and Ken came in sheepishly and Ken pulled Daisuke in his corner where a pile of blankets indicated his impromptu bed. The storm behind the window howled and raved. The curtains on the window were drawn and occasional lightning projected streams of rain on the wall.
Taichi yawned. What he wanted most of all, was to slip under Yamato's blanket and hug him until they both warmed up.
Taichi was so immersed into these pleasant thoughts that didn't expect Takeru to run his fingers through his dark hair and down his nape. His skin crawled. He started.
"T..Takeru.." the brunet moved over to escape him. Takeru bored him with the intense stare of his blue eyes.
"Hi, Taichi," he said again.
"Hmmm," a sumptuous Yamato's moan sounded from the bed. "Taichi... where do you want to sleep?"
"With you!" Taichi said.
Koshiro cleared his throat loudly.
Yamato mumbled a curse.
"Really, brother," Takeru stuck in cheerfully. "Let Taichi-san in with us."
Ken's eyes got wide in a silent warning. Taichi hurriedly began to discard his clothes off.
'I don't care if the little brat wants to jerk on me,' Taichi thought darkly. 'If he helps me to get in bed with Yamato, he may come all over me!'
"I dunno, Takeru..."
"Oh, come on... Yamato?" the smaller blonde begged sweetly. "I'll wash your dishes?"
Yamato grumbled. Taichi didn't need an invitation to jump in. He threw his arm over the warm limp body of the love of his life and snuggled closer with a happy grin.
"Don't be so stubborn, Yama," he said, landing a kiss on his shoulder.
"You're wet!"
Yamato's attempt to shake him off was pointless. The blonde shuddered involuntarily.
Taichi took him in his arms.
"Cold, Yamato?"
"Lay off!"
"Whooh, Yama, Yama..."
Ishida Yamato was melting inside. He forgot how annoying Taichi could be but it was a part of his dear bellicose friend. His Taichi. He had honestly missed him all this week; especially when Taichi chose to call him by his last name and to use mean petty tricks to distance himself from Yamato.
Taichi was contagiously crazy. It was no wonder Yamato always wanted to act crazy around his bigheaded pal. Like kissing him stupid. A pang of shame gripped Yamato's stomach, but he waved it away. He always felt protected in his arms, always. Consequences? who cared.
It was really cranky. Like what was happening tonight at his house, no in his bed...
Taichi's heart was beating wildly. It was a heavenly bliss, a joy to be touching Yamato so intimately. Taichi held his breath as his hip felt Yamato's pyjamas shorts digging into his flesh. Taichi gave a purr and stole his hand lower to the boy's stomach.
Takeru snuggled to Taichi's back and enveloped his hand around Taichi's chest.
"Hello, Taichi!" he murmured secretly in his ear and blew on his neck. "I missed you."
Taichi happily ignored him.
Yamato realised that Taichi's hand had been wandering over his naked stomach and playfully bucked into Taichi's hips, saying 'get off!' Taichi who thought that he had got rid of his erection outside in the storm, began to doubt it. He moaned and dug his hand in Yamato's side, rolling himself nearly on top of the blonde boy and squashing him into the bed.
His moan was loud enough to draw everyone's attention.
Takeru stopped his manipulations with Taichi's back and guiltily glanced around.
Koshiro snorted.
Yamato - squeezed between his friend and the sheets - dragged his head to the left and stared at Taichi with strange eyes. He felt good. The knowledge of what his friend intended to do to him didn't terrify him. It sent warmth up his body. Or it could be Taichi serving as a blanket for him tonight.
Taichi stared back at Yamato. His chocolate eyes radiated passion.
The blue eyes blinked and a smile curved Yamato's lips.
Taichi freed his hand from feeling Yamato's sides and brushed away disobedient blonde hair out of Yamato's eyes. Taichi sneaked in and placed a kiss on his cheek. Yamato's eyes closed.
Permission given. Taichi ran his tongue down on Yamato's cheek aiming for his mouth. Yamato giggled. The tip of the tongue brushed the corner of his lips. Taichi sighed impatiently.
"I'll just tell everyone to leave the room!" the brunet half-whispered half-mouthed his ultimate threat.
One blue eye gave him a stern look.
"Have me?" Taichi murmured.
Yamato turned away from him but didn't encourage his friend to leave the bed.
'He's mine!' Taichi thought hiding his face in Yamato's wild blonde hair.
Ken and Daisuke weren't keen on sleeping. They whispered under the blankets. Ken felt puppy-stupid and comforted. Daisuke was being stupid and behaved like a puppy. He vigorously inspected his new surroundings.
"Cool, Ken!" he squeaked excitedly. "It's like, it's like... on trees.... what's it called?"
"Treehouse," Ken supplied breathlessly.
"Yeah!" amber eyes glowed in the dark. "You know what? We can talk all night!!"
"Uhu," Ken said dreamily.
"So, what about?" Daisuke asked. He scratched his head. "You know, I fancy Mimi," he said confidentially.
Ken felt like throwing up.
"She's so..."
"I suppose," he said coldly. "I've never been into boys and girls relationships."
Daisuke cocked his eyebrow.
"No?" he said unbelievingly. "You don't know anything?" Daisuke cupped his hands over his chest simulating fake breasts. "Nothing at all?"
His eyes told Ken how helpful he wanted to be.
Ken chuckled. "In fact, I do. I read books."
"Books..." Daisuke said in a bored voice.
"Yes. Encyclopedias on sexual relationships."
"Oh."
The word was nothing to the thirteen year old. Ken watched him in amusement.
"Just a while ago my father wanted to give me the talk," he continued in a whisper. "But I said 'I know already, thanks, dad.' He wondered about the source of the information, so I brought him my encyclopedia. He flipped through it, stumbled across some very picturesque passages and pictures and carried it into the bedroom for detailed investigation... It's become his everynight easy reading..."
Daisuke gaped at him. Then his expression changed into a sulky one.
"Father never gave me the talk," the mahogany haired boy complained.
"He didn't?!" Ken exclaimed. "Then I'll do it!"
Ken couldn't believe his luck. Telling little innocent Daisuke about sex was more than he strove for. Okay, he wanted to have sex with him in the future. Ken pushed away those tricky thoughts.
"You see," the genius said snuggling comfortably to his friend and smiling like an undersized shark. "Basically, the reproduction process includes two humans of different sexes- a female and a male, considering that..."
Daisuke yawned.
"Ken?" he interrupted. "What's less boring - repro- something or sex?"
"Sex, of course," Ken said wickedly.
"Better tell me about it then."
"Well, the first thing you must remember about sex is that you can have it with anybody..."
"Anybody?!" the boy parted his lips in amazement.
"Yeah," Ken said sounding careless. "Girls, boys..."
"Boys too?!" Daisuke moved closer.
Ken shrugged. "Sure."
"You mean, boys like you and me?"
Ken's fingers played with the corner of the pillow. He nodded.
Daisuke blushed. "You mean, you and I can have sex too?" he asked in a small voice.
Ken smiled at him. "Yeah."
Daisuke was certainly very clever at times, and Ken was proud of him. He had figured everything out by himself.
"How?" demanded Daisuke, for the first time checking Ken out.
"Well," Ken rubbed the tip of his thumb into the pillow and licked it to feel the taste of Daisuke's form printed into it. And possibly to give some hints to the boy he desired. Ken brushed his hair off and sensually lidded his eyes; his long eyelashes tinted their fascinating violet colour. "There are ways..."
The oral description followed.
'He's mine!'
Koshiro placed Jyou's head on his lap and bent over the dear face. The glasses had been carefully discarded, and long dark blue hair pushed away from the pale perfectly lined face. Koshiro stopped breathing and looked with fondest love at Jyou's thin features. He left a butterfly kiss on his brow. Jyou was sleeping like a baby, a little pink in the face, mouth half-opened. Koshiro swallowed. If he were Ken or Taichi's horny type, he'd use Jyou's innocent position to his advantage. But he was a romantic one and he simply enjoyed every single moment he shared with his love, son chouchou.
*Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Not services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.*
Koshiro sighed. "Jyou-sama..."
His love for that tall blue-haired boy increased with every passing day. He hoped that Hikari would do something about the whole complicated affair. But now and here Jyou was in his arms. Finally.
'He's mine...'
The storm thundered furiously behind the window.
a/n review and I'll continue. . That applies to any of my fics.