Finally... I'm sorry for the long wait. Here's your Taito chapter. Do I have to tell you it's hectic and there is a big surprise at the end? Go on re - Wormmon: Wait a sec!!! What about me?! You left me in God-knows-what-chapter and I don't even get to hug Ken-chan yet!!!
Me: Pst, Wormmon, this is TAITO chapter-
Wormmon: She's picking on me again! *loud wails*
Me: Dung, alright, I'll say it! Koushirou brought Wormmon to school and gave him to Ken when Ken showed up for Daisuke..
Wormmon: Insert HUGGING here!
Me: They hugged heartily and Ken even kissed his forehead..
Wormmon: YAY!!!
Me: That evening Ken told Wormmon about their love geometric figures and later Wormmon slept on his pillow, very happy with himself.
Wormmon: ^________^
Me: I wonder why I bothered to fulfill your wish. You're a bad muse if I'm so late with this chapter! >_ Wormmon: It's not my fault you decided to substitute me with Kouji this time.
Me: And Kouichi ^_^ !!!
WARNING: SOME LEMON CONTENT! I just hope it'll suit all your Taito tastes... I was feeling partially Yamachi when writing this. And I want more inspiration for later chapters! More inspiration!
by Wormmonsoul
The sidewalk was steaming in hot air. Taichi looked down at the humble splash of his shadow.
The nurse checked on him, proclaimed he had no concussion and let him go home. Reluctantly Nakamura-sensei backed on his decision to take him to Police Department and file a protest against Ishida. Taichi couldn't help thinking there was something personal in it. Of course, he said that it wasn't Yamato's fault, that actually it was one of their usual best-friends-punches and that he bled only because he got hit by a football during his last soccer training. It was useless. The headmaster and the teachers wouldn't let Yamato off without a punishment. The news spread around the school like a hurricane, and the school hall was buzzing like bees and the Teenage Wolves threw despicable looks at him. As for Sora... She had a nervous breakdown and was sent home.
Taichi escaped the noisy school and shuffled down the street. He didn't want to face inevitable questions at home. He wanted Yamato. In every sense of the word.
As if the heavens today realized it was time for granting wishes, a familiar lanky figure with a mop of blonde hair appeared ahead. The brunette caught up with him and paced alongside him, silently wondering if the taller boy was going to hit him or not. Yamato gave him a glance and turned the street leading to his apartment block. Taichi sighed and toiled after him. Yamato said nothing.
It's not like they hadn't had fierce arguments before. He got used to Yamato's temper. But he couldn't understand what worried him. There was something hanging between them, a kind of uneasy ... waiting. The dark-haired teenager couldn't understand. Sometimes, the familiar blue eyes had a certain gentle glow to them... No, countless times. In indiscreet looks when Yamato and Sora went to a cafe and took him with.. In brushing glances when Taichi changed out of his clothes... In the last peek after they said goodbye after school... It was suddenly painful for the teenager to breathe. He couldn't understand his best friend. He himself knew very well what he wanted. There was no shame in it, he was sixteen to top it all, and who he crushed on was nobody's business. He wanted sex with Yamato. So? Hell, why couldn't Yamato just say yes or no?! Why was he so damn uncertain about such vital things?
The boys waited for the elevator. Taichi nervously glanced at his crush. If Yamato kept silent he was likely to be furious and when he was furious he was dangerous. But Taichi didn't run away - he refused to go away. So what if he again beats the shit out of me, the brunet thought as they entered the lift. I deserve it. I admit I'm not the best of friend... Maybe hurting his feelings was a bad idea... Kissing his brother was an awful mistake... But if Takeru offered sex, I still would accept. Am I not horrible?
They stood side by side in the elevator and said not a word. Taichi jumped when the doors slid open. The blonde shouldered his way out, strolled down to his apartment, unlocked the door and held it open.
"Well?" he turned to him.
Taichi winced and sidled closer. Here it comes... "You want me to go inside?" he asked miserably. He has knives in the kitchen so he can cut me, I s'pose...
The clear blue eyes stared at him. "Yes, I want to clear something up. Let's talk." With that the taller boy pulled Taichi by his shirt inside, banged the door shut, threw him against the door and vigorously kissed him.
Yamato's tongue was roaming his mouth when the wide-eyed teenager dropped his shock and responded likewise. He plunged inside immediately. The boys moaned with the tension, pressed belly to belly in the hall, kissing each other passionately, soundly, like lovers. His arms went around Yamato's shoulders, feeling the sharp edges of his shoulder blades under his sweaty palms, and brought him impossibly closer. Taichi sighed into the kiss with the acute sensation of every part of Yamato's body digging into his own. His fingers circled his neck, a beautiful smoochable neck, and Taichi caught the tender pale skin between his lips, sucking and licking the spicy sweetness of it. The pale skillful hands landed on his hips, then stole to his ass. The world span in the chocolate eyes. Finally, the tips of his fingers probed at the blonde hair he loved so much before gripping - with Yamato's permission - a gentle fistful of it. They sank to the floor, kicking their boots off, and wriggled against each other. The blonde escaped the circle of his arms kissing him on mouth again and again.
"In the bedroom. Now..."
"What?" Taichi asked dazedly but Yamato already grabbed his wrist, hauled him up and dragged him into his room. His dear battered look, a slight pink swelling on the side of his face, his lip with a chapped bite and a drop of blood, his frayed torn shirt was strongly sex-associated in Taichi's mind. So strongly it made him want to jump out of his trousers this very instant. Sex with Yamato, poundered in Taichi's head. Sex with Yamato... Wow. Again thrown against the wall, Taichi welcomed Yamato's hungry kisses, when suddenly his lower lip was attacked with sharp teeth. He froze with eyes open, then whimpered. Yamato licked around the small wounds and sucked on his lips. His eyes held a wicked smile while his tongue darted inside like a lizard. Taichi blissfully closed his eyes. Oh, he had never been kissed like that... Never... Oh, Yamato... Oh please let's... Taichi moaned against his lips as Yamato released his soft spikes of hair and his pale hand crawled down his shoulder. The room was hot all of the sudden. His dreams were coming true and Yamato belonged to him. Taichi's tongue was doing a victory dance in his mouth. At this moment they were the kings of the world in the empty apartment entwined in each other's hands and tongues.
"Let's just go to bed..." he whispered.
Abruptly Yamato broke away and held him back with his hand. "Taichi...!" he tried to say but his mouth was already full of the alien tongue. "Tai..." A long loud kiss. "..chi... please." The teenager washed his face with uneven breath and brushed the long strands from the ear he wanted to kiss. Yamato emitted half a moan, half a cry of protest. "Taichi!.. no.." The muscular boy flung his shirt open and run his fingers over the side of his chest and his nipples. Yamato backed away but his assailant pressed closer with a moan. "Don't ... please... I..." Taichi dreamily seized his ribs with his hands.
He has such a nice skin... It's like silk and velvet merged together. His lips are tender, his tongue is hot, it makes me want to discover more of this body.. Oh it's better than a wet dream...
"Uhnnnooo... Don't..."
"What..." Taichi whispered against his neck. His fingers were busy twisting his left nipple. The other hand edged between Yamato's flat stomach and his trousers.
"Stop... please..." the blonde breathed writhing out of his arms, fighting him.
"Hmmmmm..." the other boy moaned not really listening to the desperate tone in his voice, too engrossed in picturing them having sex already. And you bet this sight was making him hard.
"Let me go.."
"Shhhh.." Taichi hushed and releasing his nipple quickly unbuttoned the boy's trousers.
"Let me go!" Yamato as good as screamed. There was panic in his voice.
"Mmmmmmaybe..." Taichi said distracted by a promising bulge he found in his pants. Strained fingers left white traces in Taichi's upper shoulders trying to push the suddenly terrifying boy away.
"Let me go!..."
Taichi somewhat came to his senses and stopped his manipulations to look attentively into the scared eyes. He licked his excited breath from his lips. "Why?" he croaked. The beautiful exciting creature in his arms shook his head, shrugged and moved to slip away. Taichi cupped and a bit squeezed his erection and Yamato slumped weakly against the wall with a tearing moan.
"No," he shook his head, "Taichi, I'm sorry, no... I don't... This is wrong..." His eyes closed when Taichi gathered the boy's trousers and underwear in one hand and pulled them down as low on his hips as they could go. At once his hand was over the exposed flesh. The delicate line of the blonde eyebrows broke, disturbed.
"You don't what?" His hand explored his crotch in insistent rubs and pushes. Yamato instinctively jerked towards this motion and slumped on Taichi's chest, moaning in his shoulder. His weakened hand grabbed his left forearm for support. "Like it?" Taichi asked impatiently, "Sex's better."
"You don't love me," Yamato said. "Please, let me go, you don't love me and I don't want to have sex with you because you don't love me, if it was Takeru here, you'd still fuck him, if it was Sora here, you'd fuck her, so please, let me go, you don't love me and I don't want to have sex with you."
It was said in one breath and it was his shoulder that the tirade was addressed to but Taichi still felt as if he had been slapped across the face and yelled at. He was speechless for several seconds. Motionless and bitter. Then he knocked the heavy boy away and took a determined step to the door.
"Fine!" he said angrily. "To hell with it! I'm just going out of this room and into the street and fuck the first one I see!" he screamed. "Is your sick conscience fine now? Do you want me to be a slut so much?!"
Yamato, with one hand pulling his trousers back on, slid down the wall and hugged his knees to his chest. "Taichi.."
"No, Yamato!... I mean, FINE! That's fine with me. You want me to go and fuck someone? Takeru? Alright, no problem, buddy. Just because you think I might do it, why not do it? I don't love you, right? RIGHT?!" he yelled.
"Taichi, please, come to me, please!"
"As you wish!" Taichi shouted. "Yessir! Whatever you say I do! You want me to stay here, of course - you want me to fuck off - your wish is my command! No shit, Yamato, you're damn right I don't love you, I HATE you!"
"Taichi, please," he repeated insistently. "Come to me."
The dark-eyed boy grabbed the doorknob and lingered for several moments. He abruptly turned and landed on the floor next to the blonde. "Tell me what you want!" he moaned. Yamato touched his shoulder, gave him a long strange glance and buried his face in his shoulder. Taichi dully stared at the back of his head.
"When you are not trying to rape me, I very much like you," the blonde said. His hand - finely tuned so to say - slipped down his shirt and wormed its way into his trousers. It was an advantage of being a musician to know where exactly to place one's fingers and to... Taichi's eyelids closed and he lowered his heavy head on the back of Yamato's head. God, he felt nice. His erection was too painful and dead before, now it was revived. He knew he could spend eternity here with Yamato's hand in his pants.
"I love you," Yamato mumbled. It took the brunet several moments to process these words. And still he wasn't sure he heard right.
"You what?" he croaked. To this the hand stopped working with his erection and Taichi wriggled a little to remind him.
"I want to be with you," Yamato said quietly. "Yagami, stop jerking and listen to me, I'm trying to make a confession here. I'll blow you later, okay?!" he snapped irritably.
"Can you make your confessions a little closer to the bed?" Taichi asked timidly. Fingers wrapped around his cock clenched a bit and the smaller boy pressed his lips to his partner's ear because he felt impossible need to press his lips and everything else to something, or better into something.
"If you want a relationship with me, because I don't do regular fucks, mind, we must establish some kind of agreement..."
"I agree to everything in advance," Taichi said roughly. "My only wish is to fuck you Friday, Saturday and Sunday and get occasional sex on week days. And yes, before you ask, I'll buy condoms and stuff. But you pay." Yamato sat up and cocked his eyebrow. "I pay," Taichi quickly changed his mind.
"The bed's over there," a grin followed, "What are you waiting for?"
He shot up, picked yelling Yamato in his arms and carried him to the bed. "And they lived happily ever after," he said, kissing the blonde deeply.
They rolled down on the bed; the covers twisted and broke into rifts. Their movements destroyed the accurate smooth surface of the blanket and tore it free off the bed. Their lips remained joined but for the pauses of short breaths.
"Yama!..." Taichi found himself on his back (a/n hear Taito fans scream in rage!..) and laughing hysterically seeing that Yamato, who towered over him, repeatedly flung his hair out of his eyes and the fringe kept dropping back. "Blame your hair, but I'm on top!" Taichi said peacefully and brushed the irritating strand of hair out of his lover's face. The lean, pale and rather comfortable body shifted to his side and Taichi caught his hips with his knee, half-straddling the boy. They lay side by side, staring at each other. Their breaths mingled between their mouths.
"Taichi," Yamato steadily looked at him. "You love me..?"
The hot brown eyes followed the sumptuous line of his lips and the tip of his tongue sliding over them. "Yeah..." He moved to place a kiss on that mouth whispering, "Don't be afraid," but the boy wriggled out and sat up. Taichi blew an annoying breath. "Yama?"
"What do you love about me?" the boy asked quietly. The brunette studied his back thoughtfully; his school shirt was crumpled and twisted with deep lines that left a delicious opening between the shirt and the trousers.
"Everything," he murmured. His hand slipped in the opening. Yamato turned with a skeptical look.
"My looks?"
"Oh yeah..."
"Is sex all you're thinking about?" the blonde said. Taichi drew up and sat shoulder to shoulder with him, his hand in the meanwhile moved over the skin of his back.
"Ain't you?" he asked back.
Yamato's lips twitched as if he was about to say a lie and puckered stubbornly. "Not exactly. And not with you."
"Oh, hurts." Taichi placed his hand around his waist and buried his lips in the collar of his shirt.
"Hurts?" Yamato said cunningly. Then his lips brushed Taichi's cheekbone and his hand enveloped the front of his trousers. "What about now?"
"Uhm..."
The evil blonde boy flung the sides of his school shirt aside and sank his lips in Taichi's stomach. "Yama Yama Yama!" the brunet whimpered. Through the fabric of his pants the heat from two gentle hands was making him dance as if he was standing on scorching sand. "Yama!!!" he demanded breathlessly. "Please, please, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaase..." He thought he was going to burst when Yamato landed his fingers on the length of his heavy erection, his other hand undoing and gathering away his pants; his lips were still leaving accurate bites below his navel. Yamato's tongue rolled across his lower stomach, he moaned staring with unseeing eyes into the ceiling. He helped the musician to free his hips from the pants and clasped his cock intending to shove it exactly where he wanted it. A couple of painful scratches across his wrist and a warning growl from his partner made him quickly reconsider his actions.
"Please!" he begged instead.
Two lips pressed to the wet tip of his cock. Taichi mumbled twitching excitedly. He dreamed countless times to be touched by his beautiful Yamato in all the crazy places in all crazy ways... Yamato pressed his forehead against his hip and closed his eyes letting his hand get wrapped in the thick dark hair and palpate the hard erection. His lover's body strained to see what happens next. "Oh fuck, it's not easy..." the blonde whispered. With a determined breath he took his penis into his mouth.
For some moments after, Taichi's entire sense of existence melted between the walls of Yamato's mouth and tongue. He wanted to come into his mouth, down his throat, across his lips.. Possess him absolutely. The performance wasn't really important. His hands brushed the golden fringe from his love's face and he tried to draw him up and induce him to take more of his cock; Yamato complied to his utter delight. He groaned as if he was torn apart. God, Yamato was... Fire and heat and ice and... When he fell in love with the blonde boy he had no idea what he fell in. Now he knew very well there was no escape. And the astounding thing was - he didn't want any escape. He wanted...
Taichi's back strained, his fingers dove into the long blonde hair, his cock shot out his sperm. His dark pupils pulsated widely in his brown eyes matching the throbbing of the pulse on his temple. His mouth opened to a long relieved moan. He knew that Yamato didn't withdraw, at least not entirely, and that made him want to come countless times... Then the comfort disappeared and he was back to sinful reality. He rose on his unsteady elbows and looked down his body. Yamato pressed his cheek against his stomach and on the back of his hand there was smeared some whitish liquid. The boy on his stomach drew a breath and coughed.
"I thought I wouldn't be able to ever do that..." Yamato whispered still in a kind of a shock. His voice was strangely and pleasantly rough.
"Yama..." Taichi tasted his name anew. "Oh, Yama..."
Yamato climbed up his body and lay on top of him pressed cheek to cheek. The dark-haired felt something moist stuck to the side of his face and grew sick for a moment. But then he realized what it was, what it meant, and who it was and it all turned back to lust and heat. His cock stirred interestedly. They didn't come to the most intriguing thing yet. Uhmmm... I'm going to... with Yamato... he thought and jumped when the clear blue eyes turned to give him a look. Taichi bent his neck to claim his lips again, but was stopped with a hand on his shoulder. Taichi was puzzled.
"What?" he asked wearily. "Don't you wanna fuck?"
Yamato shook his head and crawled away. He gave a stern look to the excited brunette. "Compliment me.." he said.
"What?!!" he devoured the figure before his eyes. "Oh... You're beautiful?" He stretched his hand to the shirt Yamato was wearing. The blonde knocked the hand away.
"That's it?!! What kind of compliment is that?"
"Well you are beautiful. I know a couple of guys who want to shag you. But now you're mine, so I don't let you screw anyone but me. And you give fantastic blowjobs too."
"Oh really?! I'm flattered, I suppose! Are you an idiot?!!! That's NOT the compliment!"
"What... what do you need? Sing you a love song?" the dark-haired teenager asked desperately. "Why? Why couldn't we just do it, dammit?!"
"Remember you said I was girlish?" Yamato sighed and blushed. "I may be in love with you, but look.. Taichi, I'm not exactly a fanatic of gay sex and you are not exactly the type I would go to bed with.. A bit dominant... horny... rushing... you get the picture. So, make it worthy for me to sleep with you."
"You're evil!"
"Me? You destroyed my err.. nice relationship with Sora.. No, Taichi, don't interrupt, I'm gonna say it ANYWAY! You got me on school detention... It's because of you everyone thinks I'm gay... You're the one lusting after me... Now you listen to me: you are gonna say a compliment, and if I like it, I'll remove a piece of clothing. See how long it will take you to get me stark naked."
Taichi glanced at him in despair. "I'll buy you a new guitar. Please, I'll get the answers for the tests.. I'll even apologize to Sora. I'll talk to Takeru! Look, Yamato, I swear I'll learn some great haiku and I'll sing you serenades ... I'll do anything! Sleep with me!!! What do you want from me? I'm not worthy, I know it. I can't give you anything - maybe love is all I have to give."
"Might be a good start," Yamato smiled. He bent his neck and kissed him.
"You are really like a girl, Yama..." Taichi complained and at the same time he wanted him more than anything. His face was washed with breath while the boy was chuckling. The brunet pouted, "You think I don't love you, right? You think that the blowjob is what matters to me?"
"Well, maybe. You tend to get your regular fuck and then you wave your goodbye."
"Yamato!" Taichi objected emphatically.
"I loved you since forever..." Yamato said. "All those kisses since we were fourteen they were for real."
Another shockwave made the Chosen leader's head reel. "What?" he said faintly. "Since when... and you didn't say a word? And you didn't break with Sora, you hypocritical little moron?!" That got him a double slap on both sides of his face. Taichi held his cheek with his right hand and his left pinned the offensive hand down. Yamato couldn't fight him; a strange lustful wave filled his groin when a sweet horrifying thought jumped his brain: I can rape him easily...
"You spoiled it again!" the blonde shouted at him. "Why did I say it? I should have never let you kiss me! Yes, I HAD to convince myself that we were friends. Million times I thought that it was just hormones. No one knew anything! Not Sora, not Takeru, not you. I know you too well, Yagami Taichi... Sora could have been here now if she hadn't been my girlfriend... And when you realized you had a thing for me, hell, EVERYONE in Japan must know it by now! I never believed you would love me back! And I was right because all you needed was my body! And damn I'm afraid of you because now you had me, you'd leave me and I'd go crazy! Now you understand, you crappy egoistic mor -"
Taichi covered his mouth with his own, aware that he wouldn't get away without his tongue bitten and tortured. Yamato sobbed and responded, kindly, submissively, deeply. When they parted Taichi smeared his lover's tears on his cheeks and smothered him with another kiss. He threw the blonde on his back and topped him.
"Sex maniac," Yamato said weakly. "Idiot..." Taichi nodded and kissed him again. "And then you had to turn Sora against me..." the teenager gasped from the bed sheets and wailed between his kisses, "...Takeru fell in love with you... bastard... proves you'd jump everyone if you had a chance... why am I here... great, now I'm on bottom... Taichi, are you done with my shirt already?!" The brunet tore the last button off when it wouldn't go. He had long ago straddled his hips; now he wanted the blonde to take care of his erection. Again. Where was the damned lubricant?..
They resumed wriggling on the bed and didn't hear the door bang angrily and Yamato's father storming in.
"WHAT?!!" Ishida-san cried. He happened to come in at the time when Taichi was actively slipping tongue to his son and Yamato was tugging his shirt from his elbows. Their pants were low on their hips, their underwear hardly concealing anything, bellies and chest naked and the two were visibly aroused. "What the hell is going on?!" the man demanded watching the boys guiltily squirm away from each other and hastily arrange their clothes. After staring at them in horror, he did two long strides to his son's wardrobe and started hurling his things out.
"Dad.. what are you doing?" Yamato asked, freezing on the bed. "Dad?.."
Ishida Hiroaki dumped the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and hauled a suitcase from the wardrobe. He landed on his knees and stuffed the clothes in. Taichi wrapped an arm around the waist of his lover who was watching his father with utter denial in his eyes.
"Father..."
"No more of that!" Ishida-san sharply pointed at Taichi and the brunet drew his arm away from his son. "You're leaving, Yamato!"
"No, please, I..."
"Son, you don't imagine what happened at the Fuji TV today," Hiroaki interrupted him roughly. He gave a death glare to Taichi who quickly began to dress. "I was summoned to the Chief's office this morning and I had to talk with your... erm... your Nasagura-something -san over the phone. Everyone heard." He grabbed a handful of his hair and cried, "It was a disgrace! You absolutely didn't give a damn about my reputation, Yamato! What were you thinking?!..." He glanced at Taichi who sniffed guiltily. "I see what you were thinking, Yamato," his father said icily. "But that's not the point. Everybody from Fuji TV knows that my son nearly got expelled from school. EVERYBODY! I can't look them in the face. My partners sneer at me - you managed to scandalize entire Odaiba!! You are grounded, what a shame. I hope you realize it," he finished gloomily.
"It's not Yamato's fault," Taichi raised his voice. The blonde hung his head swallowing tears.
"Yagami Taichi!" Ishida-san straightened. "I was told you were to stay from my son for a month and I come home and see... this!" He expressively pointed to the bed. Taichi blushed.
"Fuck," he muttered. "Interrupted at such a moment.."
"What was that, Yagami?" the man asked.
"What are you going to do now, father?" Yamato asked in a lost voice.
"I'm going to apologize to Nagamu-guchi-gura- dammit -san. Then I'm going to apologize to Taichi's parents - "
Taichi blinked. "What for?"
"For the aggressive behaviour of my son," the man said gravely. "Though now I think I understand. What is everything about. Am I right?" Yamato and Taichi exchanged glances.
"Uhm..." the blonde said uncomfortably. Ishida-san came up and raised his face by the chin. "What's with your lip, Yamato?" Yamato unconsciously glanced at the other boy from the corner of his eye. His father seemed to have caught that look because he took a breath and said:
"You are not seeing Taichi for the next week. I forbid it. And no buts! You are my son, and you are underage, and you too, Yagami. Yamato, you're staying with your grandmother for this week. Pack your schoolbooks now. And after you return, we have a serious talk - you, me and Taichi."
"What?" Yamato asked after he was able to speak again. "Granny?.. No, please, Dad, please, I want to stay here.."
"And make me a laughing stock?!" the man bellowed in rage. His son cringed into Taichi's arms. "Shut up and take it like a man. You have twenty - no, fifteen minutes to pack. Your train leaves in half an hour and here's the ticket." Waving the ticket Ishida-san exited the room, leaving the two boys gape at him from the bed. He peered in. "And I mean no making out or you'll be late for your train. I phoned Granny and she is already waiting for you."
After the door banged close Yamato sat completely still on his bed. Taichi dropped over his shoulder and groaned in frustration. "Destiny is cruel..."
"My father doesn't seem to mind that I was about to have sex with you," he said finally without turning his head to his friend. "I'm going to hell for a week. Did I miss something?"
"You're still grounded," Taichi reminded him. "And we still didn't have sex."
Yamato gave him a mysterious glance from under his fringe. There was annoyance as well as hidden desire and fear in it. He got up and picked his favorite dark trousers and a red turtleneck from the pile on the floor. Taichi watched him change in a tortured fascination; Yamato had a body, and this body wouldn't belong to him as yet.
"Why?" the keeper of Courage sighed. "A whole week?"
"Help me, Taichi," Yamato said quietly, sitting by his suitcase and straightening his clothes before putting them down. The wave of his blonde hair swayed over his face. Taichi helped him pack twitching at each long glance with the same touch of sad mystery. He couldn't stand it anymore: his erection was in a very bad condition after all this jumping up and down, and he was wound up - the only relief was that Yamato finally agreed to be his. He grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him on mouth. It wasn't long until their kiss became deep and watery and loud in the stillness of the room -
"Yamato! Taichi!" Ishida-san bellowed from the kitchen. The blonde slowly moved away.
"Promise me, you'll wait for me and won't do anything stupid," he said gravely. "Promise me, Taichi."
Taichi nodded. His head was still going round from the breathtaking kiss... Every kiss seemed breathtaking... Every Yamato's kiss now... "I promise," he said.
Yamato frowned but his look became light and mischievous. He whispered into his ear, "And when I come back, we'll have the best sex imaginable..."
"Yamato, let's get going!" Ishida-san walked into the room and tapped his shoulder. Yamato gave the last small kiss to the tanned ear and held the brunet's gaze.
"You promised, Taichi."
"You'll be late for your train." His father shooed him out of the room. He turned to the dark-haired teenager, who was staring into space, still shocked and oh so unsatisfied. "Go home, Taichi. If I ever find out that you called Yamato or visited him or as much as sent him an e-mail - but God knows there are no computers in that backwater town - I will move from Tokyo if not from Japan and I'll take my son with. And I will find out because Yamato will be under constant supervision there. I seriously advise you to think what you are doing."
"I know what I'm doing, Ishida-san," Taichi answered honestly. "I love Yamato."
"Then don't let me down."
Soon, the Ishida's apartment was empty and quiet.
a/n And that's the end of the Taito cycle. Let's call it the end of the first part. Next part there will be: Daimi, Kensuke, Kenato (I think), Miori, Ioriyako, Miyakeru, (maybe) Jyoumi, Jyoushiro, Sokari, Taikeru, Taishiro, Taiken (??? serious doubt here but heh...) WormmonxKen, maybe Taito. I mean, aren't you fed up with those two?.. *heh heh*