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Warnings: Erm…swearing, and lets just say they get a little bit friendlier with each other….

Tai fought for control of himself, desperately trying to find words while withstanding Yamatos unprecedented flood of affection.

Yamato was notoriously distant, almost never letting anyone but Takeru come close enough to touch him and here he was holding on to Tai as if everything depended on it. Finally Taichi was able to wrap his arms around the boy in his lap and open his mouth to speak but…Yamato was asleep in his embrace.

This was immensely unfair! Yamato could not go and try to kill himself only to turn around and kiss away Taichis distressed tears then before Tai had time enough to think fall asleep in his lap. This was not the boy he knew, not his cold prince with a mask that only Taichi could break. Not for the first time nor the thousandth time since their separation Tai wondered what could have happened to Yamato in his absence. Images he could not bare to put into words flashed in front of his eyes and he subconsciously pressed Yamato closer to him. If Myotismon had done anything to him Tai would see he suffered a most horrible death. He had seen the way Myotismon looked at the blond even if he had not thought about it until now. There was a very real possibility that the vampire loved Matt just as much as Tai did in his own twisted sadistic way. They needed to leave this place, now.

Tai stood swiftly, taking time enough to arrange the sleeping boy in his arms. Slender legs were still wrapped around his waist and pallid arms snaked around Taichis neck without Yamato ever waking. Tai held onto Matt tightly and tried to ignore the soft breaths falling on his neck. They were daring someone to catch them by staying next to this fire, it was a beacon to everyone in the digital world that shouted, "Come and get us!" and they were not nearly ready for a confrontation.

Together they traveled until the dawn approached and Tai found a cave to shelter them. Not once in the night had Matt awoken, only mumbling words too soft to decipher and playing with the fabric of Tais shirt. Futilely Tai tried to lay Yamato down on his own but even asleep the boy was stubborn, every time Taichi pulled away he would whine and struggle, clutching whatever part of Tai he could find to him. This was more painful than Tai thought possible. All he could think of was how much Yamato must have gone through to bring him to this state, so that even at rest he was never really at peace.

There were a few minutes left before they would begin feeling and significant signs of the imminent death sleep and there was nothing Tai wanted more than to wake the other boy and find out everything that had happened. Even with Matt lying safely in his arms he needed to know that he was ok. That when they woke the next night Yamato would be the same as when he had left Tai, that there were no mental scars causing him pain. Tai wrapped himself around Yamato and brush an errand strand of golden hair from his face. Causing the beautiful boy mental pain had always been his job anyway. He could still hear Yamato speaking to him just before he left to find Myotismon. It was Tais fault, all of it. The fact that they had been separated, that they had nearly lost Yamato this night to a fire the blond willingly made, even that they were no longer humans but some perverse mutation of digimon and humanity.

But he would not wake Yamato.

After all he had been through Yamato deserved this rest. Tonight Tai would watch over him and everything could wait until nightfall when they would wake to find themselves still in each other's embrace.

The sounds of the night filled the air and the moon sent tender beams down upon the darkened world, it was time for the creatures of the night to rise.

Yamato knew even in his most subconscious level as he rose from sleep that something was amiss. There was not supposed to be another night, fire was suppose to have taken him and there would be no more waking, no world that did not hold Taichi would hold him. This was a world of endless wilderness, a world of emptiness that this child of the darkness did not wish to dwell in. Yet here he was, every second becoming more aware of this world without beauty.

It did not hurt to breath or to move, existing did not cause him physical pain, his body could not have repaired itself from flames that Yamato could not remember touching him, not this fast. Perhaps he was not still among the living and this was simply nothingness. But he would not fall into nothingness; he would not exist for an eternity without Tai in any form, in any reality or dimension. He had always known his heart was on its own but not even the stonehearted Yamato pretended he could live alone.

Fighting consciousness proved to be a vain battle. Slowly Yamato realized that he was still alive and unharmed, still in the digital world. He had not gone into eternity in a blaze. But this was not the garish world he had tried to leave the day before, no, this world was infinity more forgiving, it was warm. He was not lying besides his crude funeral prier on the hard ground or in the enveloping beds of Myotismons castle, this warmth, this softness was familiar but something he could not put a name to, something he had not felt in a long time and he would not be able to name while he fought wakefulness. If the battle must be lost then so be it.

Yamato opened his eyes cautiously, there, not three inches from his own were the still closed eyes of Taichi. With his face came the memories, the images, the pleading and desperation of the night before.

He had showed too much of himself, too much of his heart which could never be loved. But all the same here lay Taichi, alive and holding Yamato as if he were truly precious. His beautiful, brave, charming, childish, brilliant, warm, loving angel was alive, here, with him. It was not too late to plan for eternity, there was time to watch Taichi tackle every problem that confronts him, time to watch him and in times of darkness when the mortals he loved died comfort and care for him. Now all he had to do was make sure he never made the same mistakes he made last night. Already he might have damaged their relationship with his foolish antics, his desperate kisses and overwhelming embrace. But eternity remained to remedy that, to assure Tai that he was out of his mind that night, that he was as uncaring as ever and that he did not need to be loved, that he could live life alone. Every time he had showed Taichi some part of his heart, every time his mask cracked and he bared the smallest fragment of his soul something terrible happened. Maybe it was not to late to prevent it this time.

Yamato kept his steady gaze fixed on Taichis face, watching the slight flutter of his eyelashes, set on loving Tai from afar. He was sure that he could do this, for him and for Taichi, he was sure right up until the moment Tai opened his eyes.

"Yama" Taichi whispered the name and reached up to caress a pale cheek. "Its all right. I will take care of you now." Every thought of staying apart from Taichi abandoned the good intentioned blond.

Yamato did not respond but he did not flinch away from the hand still stroking his face so Taichi talked on. "But you have to tell me what happened, how am I suppose to help you when I don't know what you need?"

Matt closed his eyes and fell from Taichis arms, rolling onto his back and finally sitting up completely apart from his companion. "I do not need to be cared for and I do not need help." His tone was cold, there was no trace of the passionate boy from just one night before but Taichi would not give up.

"Why did you do it Yama?" Tai stood and questioned the boy forcefully. If this is how Yamato wanted it then Tai would play along.

"I did not do anything." Matt stood, hating having someone stand over him like that and hating even more that they had already begun to fight.

"Why did you try to kill yourself!" Tai was very nearly yelling, his face was flushed with blood as his heart beat furiously, he would not loose Yamato again. "Why are you refusing me when all I want to do is help you? I know I have wronged you but you must know that I will never let anyone hurt you again!"

"Its none of your business Tai! Just leave me alone!" Matt yelled back. How exactly like the fights they use to have. It felt as if any second someone would throw a punch and one of the other digidestined would hear their yells and come to stop them.

"Of course it is my business! You're my best friend! Am I supposed to sit back and watch you suffer?" Tai continued to yell even though he knew he shouldn't, he should rise above this and just speak to Yamato but he could feel his heart breaking all over again.

Yamato let out a cold bitter laugh. "You mean like what you have always done? Let me do what I want, what do you care as long as I am still breathing and able to help you save the fucking digital world." Tai could not stand it, with a burst of inhuman speed he held Matt by the shoulders.

"I saw you jump into the flames. I almost had to watch you die. I had to save you when even you wouldn't, how can you say I don't care?" Tai growled. "Don't pretend for me Yama, don't pretend you wouldn't care if I died." Matt turned his head away so he would not have to look at Tai.

"I wouldn't, go ahead and do it." His words were all spite, even as they passed his lips he knew there was not a grain of truth in them but his mask would hold, his mental barriers would shield him, Tai would never know.

"Fine." Tai hissed. Matt expected to be released but instead the world around him disappeared, he was not in their little cave but standing by his huge fire once more only this time Taichi had taken his place by its side. Tai looked straight into his eyes. "Goodbye Yamato" His entire body sprung into the air and Matt panicked. He couldn't move, his feet were stuck, he was trying over and over to yell, to scream but nothing came out. He could only watch in horror as Tai descended into the fire.

Just before the flame touched his shoe the fire vanished and they were in the cave once more. Yamato felt his legs collapsing beneath him and closed his eyes against the fall but instead of the cold ground he fell into the warm arms of Taichi. He could feel the arms surround him but all he could do was lay his head against Taichis chest.

"How did you…?" Matt asked weakly, the vision of Taichi falling into the fire played in his mind over and over.

"I don't know. I found one night that I could send people images, memories, thoughts, anything I wanted, and I could make them see things. A good digimon found me feeding and flipped out…I did not want it to die and before I knew what was happening I was changing its reality." Taichi spoke softly, dismissively, there were more pressing things to speak of. "Now look me in the eye and tell me you don't care if I die."

Yamato didn't look up, he couldn't. If he looked at Tai he would never be able to lie to him but to tell him the truth would cost them both dearly in the end. So instead Matt held Tai tight against him, holding on with barely shielded desperation.

"Yama." Tai would not let this go, Yamato had to know how much pain his death would cause, what he was putting everyone who loved him through. "I saw you last night, saw the way you really felt, I could feel it in the way you held me. It pained you to be away from me, from the digidestined, think of how painful it would be for us if you died! Look how you missed me and I was not even dead!" Tai knew he was taking liberties in his speech, putting too much stock in how much Yamato missed him but from the way he had acted last night…

"But you were dead!" Yamato straightened up and managed to hold up his own weight, although Taichi did not release his comforting hold on him. His voice was very near hysterics. "You did die and I killed you! Twice I had to suffer your death!" Matt was become enraged, every thought, every word fed the fire inside him. "You have no idea the hell I suffered for you! Now you come back from the dead to make me watch you die!" Yamato pushed violently away from the brunet. Tai was too stunned to do anything but let his arms fall limply at his sides and watch in awe.

"A thousand times over I saved you! Put my life on the line for yours! And each time you fail me and I get only news of death! You are suppose to be in the real world or protecting TK…" Yamato froze, his ear shattering yells dwindled to nothing and his eyes glazed over. "TK…" Matt repeated the name lovingly, softly. "Where is he? Is he OK? Do you have him?"

Tai took a deep breath and approached Matt the way you would a wild horse. "Takeru is safe with Gennai and the others…but he does miss you Yama…Yama?" The blond had not moved since Taichi began to talk, he had not even blinked. Taichi took another cautious step forward.

"And everyone is alive? They are not hurt?" Yamato asked slowly, a wild look in his eyes making them flash dangerously.

"Everyone is alive and well." Tai answered slowly, his concern for Matts mental state growing with each passing second. He was going to question the other carefully but before he could form a plan Matt smiled and joyous laughter filled the cave.

"They are alive! I didn't kill them!" Yamato yelled at the sky, happier than he could ever remember being. All anger forgotten he spotted Taichi and ran to him. "Tai! Everyone is alive! You are alive!" Yamato captured Tais face in his hands and pressed their lips together. Energy coursed through Yamato at such speeds that he didn't know what he was doing. His mind registered how soft Taichis lips were against his own and how Tais lower lip quivered slightly. Matt smiled into the kiss and nipped at the lower lip lightly before giving Tai a last little parting kiss and pulling away.

Tai staggered back a step when Yamato release him, his mouth hanging open dumbly as he watch Yamato spin to face the mouth of the cave.

"I want to see them. Maybe I shouldn't but…I want to…I need to see Takeru again." Yamato spun back around to face Tai. Ecstasy still coursed through his veins, muddling his mind. His family, his friends, they still lived, they had been given back to him, it was a second chance and he was not going to blow it. How many years did he have left with these mortals? Now a lifetime did not seem so very long. He would watch over them as they grew, spend as much time as was allotted to him with the mortals he loved. For the first time in ages Matt did not have a single dark thought in his mind, for all the evils in the world there was suddenly enough good to make it disappear.

"How far are they? We will leave now and feed on the way." Matt still did not register that he had kissed Tai, he even ignored the dumbfounded look on Taichis face and grabbed the still tan hand. "Come on, I am hungry!" Yamato took off running, Taichi trailing an arms length behind him. Minutes passed where neither of them spoke and the excitement of the news wore off. In mid step it hit him. He had kissed Taichi.

Matt nearly tripped but recovered quickly with a burst of speed. If he stopped he would have to look at Tai. Tai whose hand he was still holding. Every last muscle in his hand felt like it wanted to twitch awkwardly just to draw Taichis embarrassing attention to it. How could he just kiss Taichi like that? What was he thinking? And that look on Tais face after he had done it. Now he had definitely screwed things up. Of course Tai had not pushed him away, he didn't even freak out. Maybe he would just write it off as temporary insanity and they would never have to talk about it again. Yamato groaned, he couldn't just ignore it, he was doomed now, he would never be able to look at same way again.

Pain shot threw Matts lip as he bit it fiercely. He wished he could take back everything he had just done. He probably should not even be going to see Tk but now that the possibility was open to him he could not let the idea go. Besides, deciding not to see Tk would mean facing Tai sooner. Maybe if he just kept running, ignoring the fact that he had almost no idea of where to go, reality would never catch up to him.

"Yama." Taichi stopped dead in his tracks and forced Yamato to. Tai dropped the pale hand once he was sure that Yamato would not continue without him. "I smell blood." Tai looked around the forest but saw nothing, he wasn't expecting to see anything. "Are you alright?" He looked Matt in the eyes, knowing full well that Yamato had not been seriously injured.

"Ya I just…bit my lip." Yamato smiled sheepishly so that Tai could see the two little puncture holes bleed freely. Taichis eyes glazed over for a second as his bloodlust took control of his mind. He could see it in his mind, just a step and he could suck at the injured lip, make Yamato moan and whimper as Taichi had very nearly done just awhile before. This time he would be ready to greet Matts lips with passion, to taste the boy and mark Yamato as his.

Taichi came back to reality as the Yamato in front of him fidgeted uncomfortably. He was obviously ill at ease. Tai wondered if Yamato was as mortified as he looked over how he had acted in the cave. He didn't want Matt to feel uncomfortable with him, he knew that Yamato had just been excited; there was no other reason for the beautiful blond boy to ever even consider kissing him.

"Yama its ok-" Tai took a step forward to force Yamato to stop fidgeting. He spoke as he moved but Matt seemed to decide on something that moment and interrupted him.

"Im sorry. For before, I was just-"

"Excited?"

"Ya. I never meant to-"

"Yama" Tai interrupted again, he didn't want to hear Matt say that he had no interest in him like that, it would just sound too final. It would be better to say it himself. "I would probably have done the same thing if I were in your shoes, besides no one not exited out of their minds would want to kiss me."

"That's not true-" Yamato wanted so desperately to tell Tai that there was nothing he would like more than to kiss him. Well kiss him and do several far less platonic things to him. But Taichi obviously did not want to continue on with this line of discussion.

"Come on we should go find something to eat." Tai led the way without another word. His mental powers were more attuned than Yamatos so it was easy to find several dark hearted little digimon near by. It was alarming how many evil digimon littered the forest their sweet tempered friends were in. Tai did not slow as he approached the group, he needed to feed now before his mind stopped rationalizing or he would have bigger things to worry about than an innocent kiss. He walked straight into their tiny clearing and having no other choice Yamato followed.

"Lord Yamato!" One of the digimon squeaked and elbowed its friends. The three stood up and bowed. "And one of the digidestined!" The same digimon observed out loud.

"He can't be a digidestined he is with Lord Yamato! Besides he isn't human!" The digimon started to fight amongst themselves and ignored the two boys complete.

"Lord Yamato?" Taichi asked quietly.

"None of them can live now. They saw us together. Be quick." Matt strode forward and in a flash he had one of the creatures in his arms, his blond hair falling over his face. Tai was mesmerized, he wanted to watch Yamato like this forever, but the other two had noticed the void their friend once occupied. Tai snatched one up and sent the last digimon calming thoughts and images so he would not run.

Yamato let the data scatter in his hands and watched as the last creature fell to its knees with a smile on its face. He knew Tai had taken control of his mind and wanted to see what the brunet would let the ones he killed see. Matt sat next to the creature and took it into his arms like a doll. His fangs sunk deep into its naked throat and he and the creature became one.

Matt could feel Tais presence in the digimons mind as he could feel its mal intent. He could feel Tai search the creatures mind for its fondest memories and replay them in perfect clarity to distract it from the pain and loss of death. Matt could even feel Tais shock as he felt Matts presence in the digimons mind.

Tai let the nearly drained digimon fall to his feet as he stumbled toward Yamato. He was distracting the digimon when out of nowhere he could feel Yamato. Carefully he had nudged the blondes mind, wanting just a single thought or emotion, some clue that Yamato was all right. Instead he had seen pain and hunger, the corpses of rats, a starving wraith of a body that he knew belonged to Yamato. Fear made Tai withdraw. He had seen in flash of a single memory horrors he did not know existed. He needed to know everything Yamato had gone through, needed to make anyone who dared to hurt his Yamato pay.

He fell to his knees in front of Yamato and put his hand on the pallid cheek, letting it find a gentle hold in gold locks. Matt released the digimon and it tumbled away from them. Tai loved the way the bloodlust made Yamatos eyes glaze over, he looked more enticing then than Tai had ever seen him. His golden hair hung half hazardously over his face and his eyes burned with unbridled fire. But Yamato was confused as someone who had just woken and could only blink owlishly at Tai.

"Yama I want you to tell me everything that happened since we parted." Yamato blinked and shook his head, he was coming back to himself enough to know that he should deny Taichi this. Tai took in a shaky breath, Yamato had stopped long before the heart had and blood was trailing down the side of his mouth, inviting him to taste it, to taste Matt. Taichis mind went red, the taste of his last meal was still on his lips and he hungered for more.

Tai tightened his hand in Matts hair, just enough to keep him from moving as he bent forward and lapped at the thin line of blood. His tongue grazed Yamatos lips and he could taste the blood still seeping from the little bite marks. Tai sucked the lip into his mouth and found exactly what he had wanted. Tai sucked harder and the blood came easier, he could see everything his angel had, could see every last memory, feel everything Matt did.

Yamato moaned into the bloody kiss and Tai stopped his quick examination of Matts mind. Quickly he bit his own tongue and let the blood flow into Matts mouth. He did not want to weaken Yamato and now the connection between them could grow stronger. Yamato was lost in his lust and impaled his own tongue with a sharp fang, not feeling the pain in favor of basking in the connection they had like this. They were no longer Taichi and Yamato as separate beings, they were one. He felt everything Tai did and could feel little shocks of pleasure when he did something Tai liked. Matts hands found their way around the brunet and pulled them flush against each other before fisting into the back of Tais shirt. He wanted to send Tai what he felt, make their minds as close as the blood had made them but he found that Tai was closed off from him.

Yamatos pale skin was flushed and alive in Taichis arms. Tais body screamed for more contact and Yamato pushing them together only caused the ache to grow. Tai lowered Matt to the ground and lay on top of him without breaking their kiss. He examined Matts hot mouth, exploring it as if he wanted to commit every detail to memory. Tai was so busy pillaging Yamato mouth that he almost screamed when Yamato opened his legs to him and their hips touched for the first time. Tai had no control of himself as he ground his painful arousal into Yamatos. Matt whimpered softly and Tai was forced to break the kiss lest he come and his entire plan fall apart utterly. He pulled back enough to watch Yamato writhe beneath him. Sapphire eyes shot open in search of Tais now coveted lips. Yamato was beyond words, it didn't matter what would happen later as long as Tai didn't stop moving. He rolled his hips into Taichis and licked at Taichis bloodied lips.

Tai took a deep breath and remembered his half formed now seemingly ridiculous plan. His hands grabbed Yamatos hips and forced them to the ground, willing them not to move as he lay fully on the blond once more. Tais lips were welcomed back by Yamatos hot ones. Blood had pooled during the little pause and the connection between them returned with the blood. Tai delved into Yamatos mind, he looked past what was happening and ignored any emotions he found attached to memories, Yamatos thoughts would remain his own if only Tai could have his past. Tai was lost in darkness and assaulted by incomprehensible evils. There was no light here, no hope, only a darkness that Yamato seemed to know intimately, he decided without really choosing that if Yamato knew this Darkness he would too. He had what he wished for.

What will Tai find? What will it do to them? What will the repercussions of that little episode be? Find out next time on Digimon! Bad? Good? I honestly have no idea so it would be nice to have some opinions. More of this type of thing or never again? I have a lot planned out but it is open to tweaking to what people like. Inspire me!…please? P.S. to everyone who reviewed: I LOVE YOU!