This is for you all who patiently waited for TaichixYamato action. A pure Taito chapter. ^_^ And a fight!!! :::snatches popcorn and crunches::: Read already!
by Wormmonsoul
It was a sultry summer day, 25 of June - the air was burning through your lungs, the leaves on the trees crumpled in and hardly rustled in the rare gusts of wind. It was a kind of a day you wish to spend in a properly conditioned room, or with at least ten cons of ice-cream safely stored in your hands. The heat stilled the air and low by the horizon a thin line of wispy air curled towards the sky. Trees took a sweet nap during the long pauses between the sweeps of wind. Ocean sparkled like a cool jewel far away where the line of blindingly white house apartments stopped. You could see every little fascinating piece of this beauty in the windows of your classroom. The irony of it.
'A week before this torture ends,' the classmates of Ishida Yamato sighed. The teacher's sedate voice carried on and on.
Yamato's head slumped down and he woke up and propped it with his palm. The reason of his throbbing headache might have been a bottle of beer yesterday night...and a shot of vodka. And a cigarette. And knowledge that his devious friend frenched his little angel brother. Whatever.
He knew it was going to be a lousy day from the very morning.
~flashback~
A nice shade of trees and a very early morning that left present Yamato envious.
Koshiro: "Yamato, why would you want to talk to me?"
Yamato: "...Why such silly grin on your mug, Koshiro?"
Koshiro: "...Uhn... Jyou kissed me..."
Yamato: "My congratulations. You're one lucky bastard. AND?!!!"
Koshiro: "Well... Then he said it was kinda accident and he sorta wouldn't go out with me..."
Yamato: "That slut. I know their kind."
Koshiro: "WATCH YOUR MOUTH! Jyou said he'd think about it!"
Yamato: "Glad for you. Now explain why that freak kissed my kid brother?!"
Koshiro: "To tell you the truth... to be absolutely exact... so to say... Takeru came begging for it... himself. And naturally, Taichi kinda... mistook him for you... He thought it was you..."
Koshiro: "Uhm... Yamato? Why didn't you nail me to that tree already and smash me into a bloody mess?"
Koshiro: "Maybe I shouldn't have ever asked."
Yamato: "Grrr... Takeru ASKED him?! Why?"
Koshiro: "Yep, gotta go. In two words: love and lust."
Yamato: "WAIT A FUCK! What happens with Sora and Taichi!!!"
Koshiro: "Are you divine, naive or plainly dumb?! As far as Taichi is concerned Sora can go to hell. He LOVES YOU!!..."
~end flashback~
The happy normal teenage life was not as happy as it seemed. It was all a vulgar pretense, their little happy world where they all kept their secrets from one another and firmly believed that the world revolved around them. An egoistic childish point of view that led to self-deceit. In fact, the secret crushes were nobody's secret, thanks to the wagging tongue and a mere accident; and now Yamato knew that Koshiro was in love with Jyou, Takeru and Sora had a crush on Taichi, Taichi lusted after Yamato. Yamato had been in love with Taichi since they were twelve.
It wasn't just a love triangle, it was damned love chain! Yamato rubbed his forehead against his wrist tiredly. He was confused and he didn't know how to deal with too many problems on his hands.
First, him, Sora and Taichi. What was he supposed to do? Telling Sora that Taichi was a first class jerk, which would get him a slap in the face? He didn't want them to date. Damn it all, Taichi was only his! But he didn't want Sora to suffer either. So whom did he love?
Next, Takeru and Taichi. Yamato shook his head sadly. His poor little brother... has sexuality. Yamato had to talk to him very seriously about his choice. Still Taichi deserved death for giving in and kissing Takeru.
Next, it was all his fault because he didn't have courage to make everything fine ... If only Taichi wasn't in love with him... Yamato snorted. He didn't consider for a minute that Taichi was truly in love with him, he knew him too well. If only Taichi didn't lust after him fervently... If only Yamato slept with him, there wouldn't be so many problems. If. Taichi was such a problem child. He felt like killing him many many times.
A flying note skidded his forearm and landed on his desk. Yamato wearily turned to the left and met Taichi's shining stare. 'Sora' mouthed Taichi. Yamato looked to the right at the girl whose sullen look was fixed on the note. He passed the folded paper to her across the aisle. After some time, just when Yamato dozed off in the middle of thinking about Taichi and Sora, a gently poke in the shoulder was all the warning he got before Sora slipped the note on his desk. 'Taichi,' mouthed the blushing girl. Yamato turned to his left and hurled the note to the smirking boy.
He landed his forehead on his knuckles and closed his eyes fending off malicious thoughts. Taichi and Sora. Grrrrr...
The paper roll hit him on the head. Yamato growled and squinted at Taichi, then at Sora who looked back at him in expectation. Breaking rules was a traitorous act but Yamato gritted his teeth and unwrapped the note. Sora indignantly swore.
How're you, hon?.. Dying to hear from you! +_+
I'm about to fall asleep. Taichi, what do you want to do after school? *_*;;
I'll buy you an ice-cream and then we can hop to my place and do... stuff, read the scribbled messages.
Rage went into his head, Yamato's fist closed on the note. Two seconds later the same fist knocked the astounded Taichi from his seat and the brunet went sprawling on the floor. It was then that the class realised something was cooking in the air and leapt up, scattering away from their desks. Taichi stared at Yamato in bewilderment, hot red drops running down on his white shirt.
"What do you think you're doing, Ishida?!" Taichi slowly got up and touched his bleeding nose tentatively.
"No, it's what do you think you're doing!" Yamato threw him back. Taichi grabbed the side of the desk to balance himself. Books went flying.
"What do you mean?!"
The teacher whimpered and stared wide-eyed at this shocking scene.
"He's gonna kill him!!" the girls ran in the hallway screaming. Sora, pale, held the wall for support, and then crumpled down on the floor and hid her face in her hands, crying.
"Hey, Sora, what's got into your ex?!" Taichi asked her angrily.
"You don't ever touch her!" Yamato bellowed and aimed a blow in Taichi's guts. The brunet stumbled back. "That's for Sora, you bastard!" The blonde flew at the boy in rage. Defending himself, Taichi kicked him, and Yamato staggered and landed on the floor on his knees.
"Are you mad?" The brunette wiped the blood under his nose and watched the blonde in fascination. I hit Yamato, Taichi realised with a sick heart. Yamato scrambled up from the floor and punched him.
As the fight started in earnest, their classmates streamed to the exit. Books and pencils shooting across the homeroom looked dangerous and no one was up to the challenge to drag apart a soccer star and an enraged musician. Besides, skipping a boring class was just cool! The teacher, who was a young girl, clutched her textbook to her chest and gaped. There was nothing she could do.
"S-s-stop it..." she whispered.
Taichi rolled in two in pain from a kick. Yamato hauled him up and snarled, "That's for my brother!"
Minor shock fleeted his face (How did he find out? he panicked) before he regrouped for an attack, roughly seized Yamato's shoulders and slammed the boy in the desk. The blonde head connected with the hard surface and Yamato gulped down needed air before moaning, "You son of a bitch.."
Crushed down by Taichi's oppressive weight Yamato was instantly reminded of all the times they spent in bed pressed close for warmth. The brown eyes glowered at him with wild lust.
"I will NEVER be on bottom," the blonde hissed and ripped Taichi off himself. He kicked him into the nearby desk. Taichi felt a fierce tug on his shirt, several buttons snapped off as Yamato yanked him to his eye-level. "And that's for ME!"
He slapped him hard across the face, the mop of brown hair following the abrupt turn of his head, and stepped back. The abused boy narrowed his eyes. In the blink of an eye Yamato was thrown away. The blonde landed on the floor with a hiss and Taichi went after him and pinned his hands down.
"He's gonna kill him! Murder!" screamed the girls. Sora hugged her knees and wept, oblivious to everything until her friends pulled her carefully out of the class. The teacher bolted out of the door. Hurried footsteps thundered in the corridor.
The two boys panted on the floor staring at each other. Their classmates poked their heads into the homeroom but couldn't see anyone in the mess of upturned desks and broken chairs. Pencils spilled to the floor from a ruined desk. "They're dead!" the boys suggested. Somebody shut the door and the humming noise in the hallway subdued. The blonde growled and bucked. He couldn't overthrow the brunet. Taichi licked his bloody lips and stared down Yamato's indignant eyes. Yamato wriggled his hand free and Taichi pressed it down again adding his weight to the overall effect, leaning over the boy's face. Shallow breath washed his marked cheek.
"I love you," Taichi whispered basking in Yamato's hormones-intoxicated scent.
"For that," Yamato snapped in the similar low voice, "I'll get you too."
Taichi unexpectedly let go of his hands, grabbing his neck instead, his strong fingers enveloping that pale delicate skin, and brought his mouth on top of Yamato's in a kiss so powerful that Taichi bit through the soft flesh. Yamato whimpered. From a hint of motion Taichi realised Yamato's intention and started to roll off, the taller boy's knee only grazing his inner thigh instead of slamming full force in his scrotum. The boys sprang up defensively. Yamato raised a hand to his bleeding lip, the blue eyes sparkling with angered tears.
"I'm.. I'm sorry, Yama…" Taichi gasped feeling the taste of blood on his tongue.
"You idiot bastard!!!" Yamato shouted and knocked him in the chest. Taichi whirled the blonde around taking advantage of his stability and drove him into the chair, landing on his back. "But not for Sora... I don't give a fuck about her," he whispered into his ear. The blonde struggled free. Taichi bumped into him full force and Yamato doubled in two over the chair. "I'm sorry for kissing Takeru but I wanted you so much I couldn't resist...He tricked me," Taichi croaked into the back of his head. His grip on the boy weakened when he realised what compromising position they were in. "You knew that I wanted you for a long time..."
"You filth!" Yamato sent Taichi flying backwards across the aisle. He turned blindly and his knuckles hit something at random. Suddenly he was roughly backhanded and knocked to the floor, where he half-curled protecting his splitting head. "Son of a bitch..." he hissed before the fury unveiled the red cloud in his brain and he saw the teacher not Taichi standing over.
"Ishida," Nakamura-sensei commented dryly, "You're in trouble." He took a deep breath, "Who started the fight?"
The students, gathered at the entrance, glanced at each other and shifted timidly.
"Yamato-kun.."
"In the middle of the lesson," the teacher stated. "Wrecking havoc in school, again?! Bringing damage to the homeroom. Ignoring the teacher's instructions. Initiating a fight. Swearing at the teacher."
He hurled Yamato up, ripping his shirt and guided him severely out of the homeroom. "Yagami-san, go to the nurse's office then report to the headmaster. You can pack your things, Ishida, I warned you. And then you're going right over to juvenile delinquents' police department."
Taichi's throat went dry. His heart picked on rate, thudding dully in his chest and his vision went red. He fought the growing noise in his ears but it was useless. The thought that his love was going to be expelled or face the court sent him straight into a blackout. Sora emitted an astonishing short cry when Taichi slumped to the floor unconscious.
Taichi seemed to be floating...
He remembered everything as if in a dream... Something happened two years ago. That day Taichi had a soccer game and was injured. He came into the changing room and found... Yamato's gentle face with traces of guilt came into view, bent over his bloody scratch. Licking through his blood and sweat, head bobbing over his knee, eyes glistening in a mischievous way. Treating his injuries. Making peace. Apologising eyes lidded by thick eyelashes that closed so slowly and face lowered to rub against his skin with his mouth. Almost making love to his scratch...
Why woud Yamato apologise? Why guilt? Taichi frowned at the memories. They... kissed.
~flashback~
Taichi: "Oh c'mon, Yama. This is hilarious! Let me kiss you."
Yamato: "Tai, dude! Cut it mphmph... Jerk."
Taichi: "Oh, you like it! Open your mouth, Yama!"
Yamato: "Uhm, uhm!"
Taichi: "Dammit, Yama, you're so girlish!"
Yamato: "I'm not umpff!.. Tai..." (a deep kiss)
Taichi: "Well? Whaddaya think?"
Yamato: "Shit."
~end flashback~
Kissed. For the first time too and then that notorious comment from Yamato. Oh. That guilt.
Taichi grew to like it when Yamato was guilty. The blonde would snuggle up to him, all big blue submissive eyes and apologetic kisses. But then he would become cold and unemotional, and Taichi's desperate words of love didn't stir him. Somebody banned their love and it seemed that they were destined to remain best friends only. Or not?
Taichi wished that Yamato was there with him to ease his pain. If only he could cure him again with his soft tongue which rough surface tickled his skin and sent gentle waves of ecstasy deep into his stomach. The boy could almost feel it, the memory was so real.
Two years of silent endurance, of fooling himself and of constant clowning. Two years of pretense to be just friends and countless envious glances at Sora.. Two years worth of single passionate moments in the bedroom, stealing his kisses when Sora hurt him.
Everything was destroyed, Yamato hated him for kissing Sora, for kissing Takeru, for kissing him. One second, three words that should have never been said, and his life was ruined. The memory of the kiss came alive on his lips. It can't be real. I wish it were real...
"Yamato... I love you..."
"Shhhh... Taichi..."
Taichi slowly woke up to the sight of the ceiling in the nurse's office. Tears rolled down his cheek only to be caught by something equally wet and hot. It was probably the nurse treading his scratches with a cotton pad. Taichi's wishfully thought about the kiss and about Yamato's tongue and... God! He'd better stop thinking about it or he would go insane. He closed his eyes and sighed aloud.
"I'm imagining things.."
"You are not," a firm voice stated in his ear. Yamato's voice.
Taichi sat bolt upright and nearly crushed into the blonde boy. "Yamato!"
"Lucky me, you don't have amnesia," the blonde tried to turn everything into a joke. He was sitting on the edge of the couch, no murderous sparks in his eyes - quite opposite, guilt. THAT guilt. Oh, Taichi knew that guilt. A fluttery feeling of deja vu ran down his spine. He ventured to cross the carefully maintained line of friendship. Sourly he asked himself who maintained it. Sora? Taichi and Yamato were long ago closer than friends.
"I do! I don't remember you telling me you love me?" he pleaded. He hoped that Yamato would generously tell him that he loved him but the blonde shook his head and moved away.
"This is not something you would forget, Taichi."
It brought Taichi down to mother earth in an instant. He sulked. Yamato glanced down on Taichi's battered shoulder. "Where were we?" he wondered. Taichi watched on the verge if fainting (this time from pleasure) as Yamato pressed his lips to the brunet's shoulder and kissed the numerous scratches there until the shoulder was wet. Taichi shook in bliss leaning against the blonde.
"I'm sorry, Taichi.." Yamato apologised. "Let's be friends? Again?"
"First you beat lights out of me, then you lick me back to life," Taichi muttered, perfectly content with the way things were going.
Yamato's cheeks burned red. "So, I'm a bit of a sadist, so what?" he whispered back.
"Yes, you are," Taichi said fondly, rubbing his face against the blonde hair. "You are one cuddly sadist."
"And you talk in your sleep, little hentai," the boy parried. Taichi turned bright red. "And cry too..." Yamato raised his hand to the boy's wet cheek with stains of tears. "And you taste good too..."
The brunet caught his breath. A troubled thought stormed into his head that everything was just a dream, it wasn't real. He desperately needed a proof that it wasn't another dream. He clutched Yamato's torn shirt and brought their heads close with a mild thud of their foreheads. He wanted so badly to make sure it was real.
"Kiss me!" he gasped.
Yamato frowned and pushed him away, "No."
Taichi stared at him in a dumb way for a second. "Oh... So that's NOT a dream," he said reasonably. "'cause you're always compliant in my dreams."
"In your dreams, hair boy!" Yamato returned. Then they laughed. Then Taichi's nose began to bleed. "Oh no!" Yamato moaned. He got up and handed Taichi a towel and ice. "Lucky me Nakamura-sensei isn't here to see you! 'Beating Yagami again, Ishida?'" he mimicked his voice then grew serious. "I'm sorry, Taichi."
The brunet gave him a studying glance above the towel. "Are you again apologising?"
"Well... yes..."
"Then kiss me and I'll forget everything!"
Yamato landed his fist on a wall and put his forehead against it, eyes closed wearily. "Taichi, friends don't kiss each other.."
"Then we are not friends.." Taichi whispered, a sultry feeling coursing up and down his chest. "Because you just kissed my tears away... And I say that makes us - "
"TAICHI!" Yamato interrupted him. "I don't.." he waved the sentence away and hid his face in his hand.
"What? Why can't you think of me as a lover? Why are you afraid?"
"Taichi.." A blush crept up to his cheek. Taichi blushed too, in anger.
"Am I not too good for you?"
"Yagami.."
"So that's my name, so what?!"
"Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?!"
"Because I know that you like kissing me? Just like I love kissing you, Yamato? And there is nothing I can do about it, I love you!"
Yamato drew his hand from his face and looked desperately at him. "Taichi, please..." the blonde boy asked quietly.
The brunet shut up. They sat in an uncomfortable silence for another minute.
"What happened after I passed out?" Taichi asked. Yamato moved his shoulder in a carefree way.
"Sensei brought me to the headmaster's office. You know the routine: scolding, torture, threats, apologies, punishment. When they decided I had enough, they kicked me here to patch my face up. And I found you..."
Taichi's face glowed warm. "And you kissed me?" he said in a croaking voice.
Yamato blushed. "Taichi, this is embarrassing.."
The brunet swiftly changed the topic, realising that it was a bad idea to mess with Yamato's mind now. Maybe later, but not now. The blonde was blushing so bright that Taichi thought it might be dangerous for health, especially considering that Yamato was usually very pale and composed.
"What is your punishment?"
"Grounded from school for a week."
"That's GOOD!" Taichi exclaimed. "Your vacation starts a week earlier!"
Yamato sent him a dirty look. "Oh yeah?! If you care to remember we have tests last week in all subjects and then we have the last semester before high school, and that means I have to study in summer school for two months before I can pass my tests!"
"Uhm... YOU started it all," Taichi pointed out. "I didn't invite you to hit me. What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't. I was frustrated."
"Oh, I bet I can relieve your tension," Taichi purred.
"I bet you'd LIKE to!" Yamato said sarcastically. "If it was me knocked out on the couch here, I bet I wouldn't wake up a virgin!"
"The way you strut your tight ass around I wonder you're still are!"
"Are you implying I'm a slut?!!"
"No, but you're damn sure provoking! And for all I care, the fight's your fault so don't blame me.."
"MINE?!!!" Yamato shot up from the couch. "You've been harassing Sora and myself for a year, you challenged me when you stole my girlfriend, and you motivated it by loving me?! You big-mouthed brainless horny IDIOT!"
"Well, if it isn't for the fact that you've been teasing me for TWO DAMNED YEARS..!" Taichi spoke up.
"If it isn't for the fact that you kissed my kid brother!.."
"I told you HE ASKED FOR IT! At least, he's not of your sissy Oh-I-Can't-Decide-Whom-I-Love-So-Why-Don't-I-Have-Both kind!"
Seething with rage, Yamato grabbed his jacket and kicked the door open. "That's it, I'm going HOME!" He turned to him with a sarcastic sneer, "And by the way, Yagami, officially I'm not allowed near you for a MONTH! Have a nice life!" A loud bang of the door sounded like a slap in his face. He hurled the damp towel at the wall and swore.
"Hell, I blew it all. Again."
tsuzuku
a/n Feel the tension in the air? Next chapter Taito or Yamachi sorta maybe lemon. See who wins. ^_~ ::::innocent look:::: It's not my fault Yamato is so stubborn! Cruel. -_-;;;