Finally, I broke the love triangle Taichi - Yamato - Sora - Taichi !!! This chapter it's Taito, Taiora, Sorato. Cjuuuuuulll, ne?
And don't flame Ken!!! He had to do what he did, okay?!
Warning: from now on chapters may be labelled as NC-17, so watch out!
~Loves Me Loves Me Not~ (Chapter 7 of the Series ~Drops and Bruises~)
Friday.
Taichi woke up with a warm feeling. A blonde head was tucked under his arm. He hugged the blonde sleepily and kissed his hair.
"Uhm, Taichi-sama?" Takeru mumbled. Taichi froze and disentangled himself, realizing he had somehow mistaken the blondes.
"Where's Yamato?"
"In the bathroom," Takeru pointed. He laid a small kiss on Taichi's wrist. "Can I ask you something, Taichi-sama?"
"Thanks, I've enough of that," Taichi said curtly and sprang down from the bed.
There, in the bathroom, Yamato was undressing himself facing the shower. Taichi halted in the doorway, fascinated. Pulling off his crumpled T-shirt, the blonde showed a beautifully carved back with enough muscle to make Taichi's pulse speed up. Yamato tugged down his shorts and Taichi gave an excited gasp.
Yamato turned sharply.
"Tai?!"
"Yama..." sighed the brunet. The plan concerning Sora was long forgotten when Yamato half-naked appeared right before the brunet's eyes.
He stepped up to his back and his hands circled the boy's waist.
"I want you," Taichi mumbled and traced a series of light kisses down his naked shoulder. Yamato froze.
Taichi sank to his knees and fumbled with Yamato's shorts. Two pale hands trapped his wrists.
"Tai, no," Yamato said firmly.
"I'll be tender," Taichi cajoled. He rubbed his cheek against his hip. His tongue shot out of his mouth and made a wet path up Yamato's thigh.
"God, Taichi!" Yamato gasped.
"Hmmmmm?"
The dark-haired boy moaned.
"Morn- oww!" Ken stumbled and grabbed the side of the door. "I didn't see it," he said faintly and retreated into the hall.
Yamato pried Taichi's hands from his ass and shoved him away.
"I need to wash."
The dark tone in his voice was unmistakable.
"I wanna with," said Taichi with an ignorant smile.
Yamato hauled him to his feet and guided him to the exit.
"I'll lock the door," he said and shut the door.
"Yamato!"
Taichi forced the door open. And found himself staring into defiant blue eyes.
"You was eager to love me at night," he reminded.
"I'm sorry," Yamato's voice was ice-covered. "You're awfully mistaken, Yagami Taichi. I don't want to fuck you. Besides, I'm taken."
The door was slammed in Taichi's face.
A low growl erupted from his chest. "Sssssssorrrrrrrra..."
"Taichi-kun," the redhaired girl smiled coyly and brought her locker close.
"I'm late!" Yamato wailed with his homework in his teeth as he pulled off his street boots and shoved them into his locker. "See ya, Sora-chan!"
He dashed away.
Taichi followed him with his intense gaze.
Sora waited and waited, and waited some more to catch his attention before turning away with a desperate sigh.
Suddenly her elbow was cuffed with steel-like fingers. Taichi for a moment faced the back of her red head. Then the boy brought her close, his hands over her waists and locked there, and buried his lips into her hair. Sora shuddered. Never ever in their two-year relationship Yamato did anything similar. Flesh to flesh. And hot. It excited her. She blushed fiercely.
"Ta-Taichi...!" she struggled out though her senses screamed to let it go.
Taichi pressed to her back tighter making it hard for her to breathe.
'Squeeze you bitch, and strangle you...' were his thoughts exactly.
"Why didn't you tell him?" Taichi crossed his arms over her shoulders and hissed the words into her ear. He could see a part of her cheek, rosy and tender and her big startled eyes.
Sora was blushing even more. She whimpered.
"You mean Yamato?" she asked desperately. Various students gave them accusing looks and shook their heads at the way Taichi was still locked together with her.
"Yesssssss..." Taichi brushed his lips across her ear. "Your kiss meant nothing then?"
"No, I..."
"But you never told Yamato..."
"I will!" Sora bit her lip nervously. The bell sounded and she breathed with relief. "Taichi, let me go!" she begged.
The boy's hands slipped obediently down and brushed her hips. Sora turned uncharacteristically red and fled.
She was running along the corridors and her stomach was throbbing, her hair in disorder, her cheeks flaming. It was pure desire that made her scared senseless. Could she lust after that boy so bad?! It was forbidden. It was...
Sora burst in her classroom and found her seat, still panting. Everything in her screamed to turn and smile to Yamato and forget Taichi forever... but... it was so sweet to... just... let... go...
It was incredible.
Classes were finally over; Sora carefully packed her bag and brushed her desk clean. She could feel Yamato staring at her back in reproach. She exited the classroom and headed to the schoolyard without a second look.
"Sora!"
Yamato caught up with her and paced beside her. High afterschool traffic made it tricky and Yamato had to shove people away, dodge and maneuver, while Sora walked in straight line with her head held high and making a good show of ignoring him.
"Sora!" Yamato said a bit loudly.
"Hi!" Taichi appeared in front of her out of thin air, and the girl couldn't help but bump into him. It was clear that he did it on purpose. Taichi helped her balance herself with his hands on her buttocks.
"Wanted to thank you, Ishida, for a spare school shirt," he said cheekily. It was impudent of him to thank Yamato while his hands stayed comfortably on Yamato's girlfriend's butt. The blonde boy's pride suffered a deadly blow. Blood boiled in his veins and a growl started to build up within his chest.
Suddenly, Yamato threw his hands out and let his knuckles connect firmly with Taichi's chest. Taichi staggered back but leveled his body.
"What the..."
"Stay away from my girlfriend!!!" Yamato snarled. He closed his hand on Sora's waist and pulled her into his embrace.
"Yamato!" Sora warned in a shrill voice. Her gaze flickered helplessly between the angered blonde and the cheeky brunet. "Apologise to Taichi!" she ordered shakily.
"No, I won't," the blonde hissed. His eyes narrowed. Sora's throat became dry. Somewhere she had seen that glance and heard those words.. Uh oh.
Several of the students willingly halted to see what would happen next.
"Let me go, you're hurting me!" Sora pleaded.
"What's got into you, Ishida?" Taichi stepped up and scrutinized Yamato disdainfully from foot to head. "Too late already, ain't ya?"
Onlookers closed hungrily on them.
Sora shot a desperate look around. It was pure embarrassment... What a shame, what a shame...
"Horny today, ain't ya?" Yamato bit back.
"God, Yamato, stop that!" Sora interrupted.
"Let's go, Sora," Yamato pushed past the crowd but Taichi blocked his way.
"Running away, Ishida?" he wondered.
Enough of that. Yamato's patience ran out. Sora was released and an instant later Yamato got a handful of Taichi's shirt and shook him viciously.
"You impertinent brainless brat..." he started menacingly.
Sora's scream filled the hall.
"Ishida-san! Yagami-san!" the teacher's voice boomed in and a strong hand on Yamato's shoulder tore him away from the brunet. "I demand an explanation! Immediately!"
Sora was shaking.
"Nakamura-sensei.."
"Who started it?!" the teacher turned to her furiously.
"Yamato..." she whispered.
The teacher rounded on the blonde. "I warn you, Ishida: anything like that happens again, and I assure you, you'll be shortly expelled. Dismissed everyone!!" he roared and the crowd left in a hurry.
Sora and Yamato were walking along the school fence on their way home. Guilty silence loomed over the two of them. Sora watched bikers go by, and her thoughts streamed in a similar fashion. Yamato... or Taichi? was her dilemma. She must choose. Now.
Her hand stopped Yamato in his track.
"Sora?"
Yamato braced himself. He dreaded the day when she would leave him, and by the look of things, this day may be as good as any. But ditch him for Taichi? For god's sake! Unthinkable.. He couldn't lead her to that mistake...
"Yamato..." Sora blushed. "It's uhm... I want…err…Could you…oh… Nevermind."
She took a deep breath. Yamato winced inwardly. Everything that was happening between them was solely his fault... It was he who started cheating first. With Taichi, too.
"Kiss me.." she said.
Relief washed over him. He stepped to her readily and bent his face to hers, intending to kiss her lightly (and make peace again!) like he used to do.
"No," Sora turned her face aside. "Not like that..."
"But..."
"Kiss me like..." 'Like Taichi kissed me', she wanted to say.
"Like who?" Yamato wondered bitterly.
Sora had that stern look in her eyes telling him he was a jerk here not she. Yamato had a partial feeling she was right.
"French me."
Yamato stared at her in confusion. The thought of tongueing Sora disgusted and nauseated him. Nevertheless, he bent his neck nervously. His face halted in front of hers and he took a deep breath.
'Let's get it over with quickly,' he thought and touched her slightly parted lips with his.
'NO I CAN'T!' his mind screamed in panic and he drew away. Sora froze on the spot with her face raised and her eyes closed, a small furrow crossing her forehead.
He needed to think something up or...
"In... here?" he glanced quickly to the passing students. The girl blinked and Yamato noticed how cold and alien her eyes were.
"Why not?" Sora bit her lip. "Look, we've been dating for two years!" Bitterness crept in her voice. "Two years, goddammit, Yamato! And we didn't go physical in any sense of the word! And you never frenched me! NEVER! You never..."
Determined, she was so determined. Yamato stepped back. She didn't have to accuse him, he perfectly knew that they never have been intimate with each other in that way. He believed that she didn't want it - she never mentioned it. He didn't press her, he didn't want to! But it didn't mean he didn't love her. In fact, he loved her still. Well...
"And then I see you and TAICHI sucking your faces off!" she ranted on. "God, I was so scared THAT YOU WERE GAY!..."
Her voice picked up and swept far along the street. Yamato felt his back stiffen as the eyes of everyone curiously turned to him.
"Sora..." he warned.
"BECAUSE YOU NEVER FRENCHED *ME*!! YOU KISSED TAICHI! YOU SLIPPED HIM TONGUE!..."
Yamato slapped his forehead in despair. He was acutely aware of the looks his way. Great, now EVERYONE knew..!
"I never suspected you wanted it like a BIT...!" Yamato caught his breath and shut his mouth with his palm.
Sora paled.
"What?"
"Gomen... kudasai..."
"Is that what you're thinking of me?" Sora asked calmly. Suddenly she lashed out her hands and hit him in the chest. Yamato stumbled back in surprise.
"I HATE YOU!" she cried and burst into tears.
"What's got into you, Sora?" Yamato shouted back. Gathering students unnerved him and he was mad at being forced to a scene amidst the crowd that - worst of all - knew him. "You've PMT or WHAT?!!!"
"You jerk!..." Sora hit him again.
Yamato trapped her fists and threw her away. She reached out and slapped him across the face.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU'RE GAY?!!"
"I'M NOT!"
Sora sobbed cowering from the looks of the crowd.
"God...." she moaned. "I'm sorry, Yamato... I am a bitch... What am I talking about... It's my fault... I don't love you..."
And that was it.
Yamato with horror realised that his eyes started to water. What love remained in his heart for the girl shattered painfully.
"I love Taichi..." Sora wiped her tears away but couldn't stop them flowing. "I'm sorry... for keeping you to myself... when there were GUYS around..."
"Shit, Sora..." Yamato clutched the back of his head. "I'm straight, alright?!"
"Interesting," said a cold harsh voice from behind.
Yamato whirled around.
"I thought I said NOT to arrange a scandal again within school grounds, Ishida!" Nakamura-sensei shouted. "Your orientation is no one's concern!" He grabbed Yamato's shoulder and yanked the boy towards the school entrance. "You are meeting the head teacher now, understand?! You're facing severe punishment, trust me on that one."
Nakamura-sensei dragged him along. Yamato was too exhausted to put up any resistance.
He whipped his head back and saw several girls comfort weeping Sora.
"Bye, Sora... I hope you're not making a mistake..." he whispered. "I so hope that Taichi loves you back..."
This uttered, Yamato knew it was a lie.
More so, as they passed into the gates and Yamato caught sight of the carefree dark-haired teen, lazily eavesdropping by the fence, a shudder picked up on his nape and shot down his spine. The teen eyed him with utmost longing.
Longing.
"Bastard," Yamato hissed in his direction.
"Language, Ishida!" the teacher gripped his forearm painfully.
Taichi followed him with the gaze of his chocolate obsessive eyes.
A/n: Taito! Sorato is over! Taiora?
And don't flame Ken!!! He had to do what he did, okay?!
Warning: from now on chapters may be labelled as NC-17, so watch out!
~Loves Me Loves Me Not~ (Chapter 7 of the Series ~Drops and Bruises~)
Friday.
Taichi woke up with a warm feeling. A blonde head was tucked under his arm. He hugged the blonde sleepily and kissed his hair.
"Uhm, Taichi-sama?" Takeru mumbled. Taichi froze and disentangled himself, realizing he had somehow mistaken the blondes.
"Where's Yamato?"
"In the bathroom," Takeru pointed. He laid a small kiss on Taichi's wrist. "Can I ask you something, Taichi-sama?"
"Thanks, I've enough of that," Taichi said curtly and sprang down from the bed.
There, in the bathroom, Yamato was undressing himself facing the shower. Taichi halted in the doorway, fascinated. Pulling off his crumpled T-shirt, the blonde showed a beautifully carved back with enough muscle to make Taichi's pulse speed up. Yamato tugged down his shorts and Taichi gave an excited gasp.
Yamato turned sharply.
"Tai?!"
"Yama..." sighed the brunet. The plan concerning Sora was long forgotten when Yamato half-naked appeared right before the brunet's eyes.
He stepped up to his back and his hands circled the boy's waist.
"I want you," Taichi mumbled and traced a series of light kisses down his naked shoulder. Yamato froze.
Taichi sank to his knees and fumbled with Yamato's shorts. Two pale hands trapped his wrists.
"Tai, no," Yamato said firmly.
"I'll be tender," Taichi cajoled. He rubbed his cheek against his hip. His tongue shot out of his mouth and made a wet path up Yamato's thigh.
"God, Taichi!" Yamato gasped.
"Hmmmmm?"
The dark-haired boy moaned.
"Morn- oww!" Ken stumbled and grabbed the side of the door. "I didn't see it," he said faintly and retreated into the hall.
Yamato pried Taichi's hands from his ass and shoved him away.
"I need to wash."
The dark tone in his voice was unmistakable.
"I wanna with," said Taichi with an ignorant smile.
Yamato hauled him to his feet and guided him to the exit.
"I'll lock the door," he said and shut the door.
"Yamato!"
Taichi forced the door open. And found himself staring into defiant blue eyes.
"You was eager to love me at night," he reminded.
"I'm sorry," Yamato's voice was ice-covered. "You're awfully mistaken, Yagami Taichi. I don't want to fuck you. Besides, I'm taken."
The door was slammed in Taichi's face.
A low growl erupted from his chest. "Sssssssorrrrrrrra..."
"Taichi-kun," the redhaired girl smiled coyly and brought her locker close.
"I'm late!" Yamato wailed with his homework in his teeth as he pulled off his street boots and shoved them into his locker. "See ya, Sora-chan!"
He dashed away.
Taichi followed him with his intense gaze.
Sora waited and waited, and waited some more to catch his attention before turning away with a desperate sigh.
Suddenly her elbow was cuffed with steel-like fingers. Taichi for a moment faced the back of her red head. Then the boy brought her close, his hands over her waists and locked there, and buried his lips into her hair. Sora shuddered. Never ever in their two-year relationship Yamato did anything similar. Flesh to flesh. And hot. It excited her. She blushed fiercely.
"Ta-Taichi...!" she struggled out though her senses screamed to let it go.
Taichi pressed to her back tighter making it hard for her to breathe.
'Squeeze you bitch, and strangle you...' were his thoughts exactly.
"Why didn't you tell him?" Taichi crossed his arms over her shoulders and hissed the words into her ear. He could see a part of her cheek, rosy and tender and her big startled eyes.
Sora was blushing even more. She whimpered.
"You mean Yamato?" she asked desperately. Various students gave them accusing looks and shook their heads at the way Taichi was still locked together with her.
"Yesssssss..." Taichi brushed his lips across her ear. "Your kiss meant nothing then?"
"No, I..."
"But you never told Yamato..."
"I will!" Sora bit her lip nervously. The bell sounded and she breathed with relief. "Taichi, let me go!" she begged.
The boy's hands slipped obediently down and brushed her hips. Sora turned uncharacteristically red and fled.
She was running along the corridors and her stomach was throbbing, her hair in disorder, her cheeks flaming. It was pure desire that made her scared senseless. Could she lust after that boy so bad?! It was forbidden. It was...
Sora burst in her classroom and found her seat, still panting. Everything in her screamed to turn and smile to Yamato and forget Taichi forever... but... it was so sweet to... just... let... go...
It was incredible.
Classes were finally over; Sora carefully packed her bag and brushed her desk clean. She could feel Yamato staring at her back in reproach. She exited the classroom and headed to the schoolyard without a second look.
"Sora!"
Yamato caught up with her and paced beside her. High afterschool traffic made it tricky and Yamato had to shove people away, dodge and maneuver, while Sora walked in straight line with her head held high and making a good show of ignoring him.
"Sora!" Yamato said a bit loudly.
"Hi!" Taichi appeared in front of her out of thin air, and the girl couldn't help but bump into him. It was clear that he did it on purpose. Taichi helped her balance herself with his hands on her buttocks.
"Wanted to thank you, Ishida, for a spare school shirt," he said cheekily. It was impudent of him to thank Yamato while his hands stayed comfortably on Yamato's girlfriend's butt. The blonde boy's pride suffered a deadly blow. Blood boiled in his veins and a growl started to build up within his chest.
Suddenly, Yamato threw his hands out and let his knuckles connect firmly with Taichi's chest. Taichi staggered back but leveled his body.
"What the..."
"Stay away from my girlfriend!!!" Yamato snarled. He closed his hand on Sora's waist and pulled her into his embrace.
"Yamato!" Sora warned in a shrill voice. Her gaze flickered helplessly between the angered blonde and the cheeky brunet. "Apologise to Taichi!" she ordered shakily.
"No, I won't," the blonde hissed. His eyes narrowed. Sora's throat became dry. Somewhere she had seen that glance and heard those words.. Uh oh.
Several of the students willingly halted to see what would happen next.
"Let me go, you're hurting me!" Sora pleaded.
"What's got into you, Ishida?" Taichi stepped up and scrutinized Yamato disdainfully from foot to head. "Too late already, ain't ya?"
Onlookers closed hungrily on them.
Sora shot a desperate look around. It was pure embarrassment... What a shame, what a shame...
"Horny today, ain't ya?" Yamato bit back.
"God, Yamato, stop that!" Sora interrupted.
"Let's go, Sora," Yamato pushed past the crowd but Taichi blocked his way.
"Running away, Ishida?" he wondered.
Enough of that. Yamato's patience ran out. Sora was released and an instant later Yamato got a handful of Taichi's shirt and shook him viciously.
"You impertinent brainless brat..." he started menacingly.
Sora's scream filled the hall.
"Ishida-san! Yagami-san!" the teacher's voice boomed in and a strong hand on Yamato's shoulder tore him away from the brunet. "I demand an explanation! Immediately!"
Sora was shaking.
"Nakamura-sensei.."
"Who started it?!" the teacher turned to her furiously.
"Yamato..." she whispered.
The teacher rounded on the blonde. "I warn you, Ishida: anything like that happens again, and I assure you, you'll be shortly expelled. Dismissed everyone!!" he roared and the crowd left in a hurry.
Sora and Yamato were walking along the school fence on their way home. Guilty silence loomed over the two of them. Sora watched bikers go by, and her thoughts streamed in a similar fashion. Yamato... or Taichi? was her dilemma. She must choose. Now.
Her hand stopped Yamato in his track.
"Sora?"
Yamato braced himself. He dreaded the day when she would leave him, and by the look of things, this day may be as good as any. But ditch him for Taichi? For god's sake! Unthinkable.. He couldn't lead her to that mistake...
"Yamato..." Sora blushed. "It's uhm... I want…err…Could you…oh… Nevermind."
She took a deep breath. Yamato winced inwardly. Everything that was happening between them was solely his fault... It was he who started cheating first. With Taichi, too.
"Kiss me.." she said.
Relief washed over him. He stepped to her readily and bent his face to hers, intending to kiss her lightly (and make peace again!) like he used to do.
"No," Sora turned her face aside. "Not like that..."
"But..."
"Kiss me like..." 'Like Taichi kissed me', she wanted to say.
"Like who?" Yamato wondered bitterly.
Sora had that stern look in her eyes telling him he was a jerk here not she. Yamato had a partial feeling she was right.
"French me."
Yamato stared at her in confusion. The thought of tongueing Sora disgusted and nauseated him. Nevertheless, he bent his neck nervously. His face halted in front of hers and he took a deep breath.
'Let's get it over with quickly,' he thought and touched her slightly parted lips with his.
'NO I CAN'T!' his mind screamed in panic and he drew away. Sora froze on the spot with her face raised and her eyes closed, a small furrow crossing her forehead.
He needed to think something up or...
"In... here?" he glanced quickly to the passing students. The girl blinked and Yamato noticed how cold and alien her eyes were.
"Why not?" Sora bit her lip. "Look, we've been dating for two years!" Bitterness crept in her voice. "Two years, goddammit, Yamato! And we didn't go physical in any sense of the word! And you never frenched me! NEVER! You never..."
Determined, she was so determined. Yamato stepped back. She didn't have to accuse him, he perfectly knew that they never have been intimate with each other in that way. He believed that she didn't want it - she never mentioned it. He didn't press her, he didn't want to! But it didn't mean he didn't love her. In fact, he loved her still. Well...
"And then I see you and TAICHI sucking your faces off!" she ranted on. "God, I was so scared THAT YOU WERE GAY!..."
Her voice picked up and swept far along the street. Yamato felt his back stiffen as the eyes of everyone curiously turned to him.
"Sora..." he warned.
"BECAUSE YOU NEVER FRENCHED *ME*!! YOU KISSED TAICHI! YOU SLIPPED HIM TONGUE!..."
Yamato slapped his forehead in despair. He was acutely aware of the looks his way. Great, now EVERYONE knew..!
"I never suspected you wanted it like a BIT...!" Yamato caught his breath and shut his mouth with his palm.
Sora paled.
"What?"
"Gomen... kudasai..."
"Is that what you're thinking of me?" Sora asked calmly. Suddenly she lashed out her hands and hit him in the chest. Yamato stumbled back in surprise.
"I HATE YOU!" she cried and burst into tears.
"What's got into you, Sora?" Yamato shouted back. Gathering students unnerved him and he was mad at being forced to a scene amidst the crowd that - worst of all - knew him. "You've PMT or WHAT?!!!"
"You jerk!..." Sora hit him again.
Yamato trapped her fists and threw her away. She reached out and slapped him across the face.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU'RE GAY?!!"
"I'M NOT!"
Sora sobbed cowering from the looks of the crowd.
"God...." she moaned. "I'm sorry, Yamato... I am a bitch... What am I talking about... It's my fault... I don't love you..."
And that was it.
Yamato with horror realised that his eyes started to water. What love remained in his heart for the girl shattered painfully.
"I love Taichi..." Sora wiped her tears away but couldn't stop them flowing. "I'm sorry... for keeping you to myself... when there were GUYS around..."
"Shit, Sora..." Yamato clutched the back of his head. "I'm straight, alright?!"
"Interesting," said a cold harsh voice from behind.
Yamato whirled around.
"I thought I said NOT to arrange a scandal again within school grounds, Ishida!" Nakamura-sensei shouted. "Your orientation is no one's concern!" He grabbed Yamato's shoulder and yanked the boy towards the school entrance. "You are meeting the head teacher now, understand?! You're facing severe punishment, trust me on that one."
Nakamura-sensei dragged him along. Yamato was too exhausted to put up any resistance.
He whipped his head back and saw several girls comfort weeping Sora.
"Bye, Sora... I hope you're not making a mistake..." he whispered. "I so hope that Taichi loves you back..."
This uttered, Yamato knew it was a lie.
More so, as they passed into the gates and Yamato caught sight of the carefree dark-haired teen, lazily eavesdropping by the fence, a shudder picked up on his nape and shot down his spine. The teen eyed him with utmost longing.
Longing.
"Bastard," Yamato hissed in his direction.
"Language, Ishida!" the teacher gripped his forearm painfully.
Taichi followed him with the gaze of his chocolate obsessive eyes.
A/n: Taito! Sorato is over! Taiora?