Anchor
Piikkum
Disclaimers – I don't own Digimon.
Pairings – Taichi x Yamato
A N C H O R
They sat on the porch, watching candy floss clouds drift lazily upon the coral backdrop of summer dusk. Yamato was sprawled gracefully across the wooden patio, back resting against Taichi's arm. The summer heat tranquilized them, and just this once, it seemed everything moved at one languid pace.
"Tai."
"Yeah?"
There was a pause before the blond started again, almost timidly.
"Why do you love me?"
Tai laughed.
"Fishing for compliments, are we?"
Yamato bristled and elbowed his boyfriend in the side.
"Never mind. Forget it."
He got up onto his feet and started back inside. Taichi sighed and followed into the darkened living room, catching hold of a thin wrist before the blond could flee to the bedroom.
"Yama, what's the matter?"
Silence.
"Are you serious?"
The brunet chuckled and drew the blond close. Only he would get so riled up over something like this. It was a common misconception that Yamato was mature for his age, but Taichi knew how much of a child at heart his lover really was.
"Alright. I love you, because you feel right in my arms," Taichi finally replied, guiding them into the bedroom.
"I love the way you sigh in your sleep. I love how you bite your lip when you think. The bottom one. I love how you have to stand on your toes just to kiss me.
"And I love the way you purr my name during sex," he growled into the blond's ear, pressing him down against the bed, sunset all but forgotten.
The next time Taichi had an opportunity to glance outside, from the window to his right, it was already nightfall. Not a single trace of dusk was left behind.
He was tired of keeping up with reality's relentless pace. Everything kept changing too fast, and before he could even blink, it was different people, different places. Different times. Yet despite all that, Yamato still remained stubbornly unchanged.
Even Taichi felt himself getting older, wiser, and more mature. In return, he was losing more of his spunk. But Yamato only seemed to gain, and lost none of his childish innocence. Even after these long years and all of the hurdles they had to jump over.
Yamato still remained Yamato.
That was why.
He turned back to his sleeping lover and snaked his arms around a thin waist, smile on his face.
But Yamato didn't need to know that just yet.