Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.

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A/N: So sorry for the long wait; I haven't had a chance to write much recently...

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Yamato was fast to react to The Count's offer. He, yet again, grabbed my hand, pulling me out into the night. The air was clammy and still, as if the Earth was holding her breath, willing us to escape safely.

Yamato pulled me along at lightning speed, knowing exactly where to go: which bush to duck behind, which statues to evade, which hole in the looming brick wall to dash to.

"You first." He said to me, pushing me forward and onto my knees.

"No way!" I stood abruptly, shoving him to the ground and towards the hole. "I told you that I am not leaving you—and I don't trust you to follow. I'll follow you no matter where you lead me."

Blue eyes narrowed, glaring up at me. "We don't have time to argue about this!" He hissed.

I kneeled next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and nudging him towards the small gap. "All the more reason for you to go already; you know that I have no intention of staying here."

With a sigh, he crawled through the opening. I followed close behind. It was a bit of a tight squeeze, which I hadn't been expecting; Yamato had made it look easy, being slightly skinnier than me.

Yamato grabbed my bicep before I had even managed to squeeze through the gap fully, and pulled me up. His hand lowered to mine and we ran again. We were heading for the main gates, which would take us out of the town. I dug my heels into the ground, jerking him into a halt by a large tree.

He glared at me, but I opened my mouth before he had a chance to.

"I know I said that I would follow you, but I changed my mind." His blue eyes widened incredibly. I squeezed his hand tighter. "I promised to keep you safe, and leaving the city will only get us caught. Come home with me." He looked sceptical. I pulled his hand to my chest, hugging it with both of mine. "My friends and I had it all planned out: you are going to stay with us for a few days—just long enough for the guards to lose our scent—and then we will leave this town for good."

Yamato jerked his hand out of my grasp, looking scared. He was slowly backing away from me, shaking his head near-imperceptibly. "Taichi..."

I took confident strides back into his personal space. "Trust me, Yamato; I will keep you safe and you will never have to return to the Count." I took his face into my hands, stroking his cheeks. "I promise."

He pulled away from me again, shaking his head, a sad look in his cobalt orbs. "That's not what this is about. I can't ask you to do all that."

"You're not asking me—I've already decided this."

"But Taichi, don't you see?" Desperation shone on his face, like he was begging me to understand. "I can't ask you to leave your friends and family; you have a life here and I don't want to be the one to tear you away from it!"

I cocked my head to the left, "I told you that this is something that I've already decided. I've spoken to my friends—I don't have any real family left—and they gave their blessings. It's all been planned and decided."

The blond man before me looked distraught. "Taichi... You can't do this. What if we don't last? What if we're not meant to spend the rest of our lives together? We know nothing about each other. Who's to say that we will want to live together once we find out more about the other? This can't work, Taichi. It's best to forget the whole 'plan' that you have."

My eyes narrowed. "We are not giving up now. I know that we're meant to be together. I don't know how I know, but I can feel it—and I know that you can feel it, too." Yamato opened his mouth, but I cut him off. "Don't try to deny it; I know you know that we're meant to last. I don't care about your past—I only care about spending the rest of my life with you."

He contemplated me silently for a good minute.

"Taichi... You may not care about my past, but I care about yours—you have a good life here. You have friends. I have nothing. I really don't want to make you miserable. This is something that you might end up regretting, and you'll have to live with that regret for the rest of your life, and it will all be my fault. I don't want that. And you don't want that." He paused, casting his gaze down. "I will return to the Count and you should return home."

I grabbed his shoulder roughly, giving him an angry shake. "Do you realise that I will be killed if I stay in this town?"

"I'll convince the Count to leave you alone."

"I don't want that!" I gave him another shake. "I will not let you return to that bastard! I will keep you safe and we will escape together."

"Ta—" I cut off his protest by shoving him against the large tree we had stopped near, kissing him. He tried to protest, but I stubbornly continued to assault his mouth. He relented, kissing me back, gripping the back of my shirt. My hands were in his silky hair—probably tugging a bit more aggressively than necessary, but I didn't care; I needed to prove to him that we should stay together. I needed to vent, and Yamato's mouth seemed like a good outlet.

We continued out make-out session in the empty street for a few minutes, pulling back only when we were slightly lightheaded from lack of oxygen. I stepped half a step back, bringing my hands from golden hair to slight shoulders, studying Yamato. His face was flushed, mouth gasping for air, eyes glazed. He looked fucking hot.

"I want to fuck you."

My eyes widened; I hadn't meant to say that out loud. His eyes flew to mine, before shooting to the ground in embarrassment.

"Ok."

"What?" Had I heard that right?

"I said 'ok.'"

I openly stared at him, and his face—which had started returning to its paleness—flushed again.

"I can see that you won't be swayed, so..." He shrugged, clearly not wanting to finish that sentence.

I grinned like the cat that got the cream. "So we might as well head over to mine and fuck?"

He flushed a darker red, but lifted his gaze again and glared at me. "I'm a concubine, remember? I'm not supposed to say 'no.'"

Still grinning, my hand dropped from his shoulder to his crotch. His body gave an involuntary jolt and I moved closer to his ear. "Are concubines usually aroused?" As my grip intensified, so did his arousal.

"Stop it!" He hissed at me. I could feel his head moving, probably checking our surroundings. "What if someone sees us? Let's just go!"

I chuckled, trapping him between my body and the tree again. "No one's around and we have time."

"Taichi!"

His blue eyes scrunched shut and white teeth gnawed on his pink bottom lip, as my hand continued to massage his erection. For someone so skinny, he had a surprisingly strong grip on my biceps.

He let out a strangled sound, leaning his head against the tree. I took my chance to attack his neck with my teeth, lips, and tongue.

"Ah!" His left hand released my bicep, shooting to cover his mouth. Grinning into the hickey I was creating, I brought my free hand up, to pull his pale one away from his mouth, threading our fingers together.

"Don't hold back." I whispered, moving to the other side of his neck, and nibbling on his collarbone. My hand moved up to the waistband of his harem trousers, before dipping back down under them. He wasn't wearing underwear.

Yamato's hips bucked into my hand, as I made contact with his hard member. My hand moved from the tip of his dick to the base, using his pre-cum as lubricant.

"T-Taichi." Yamato leaned heavily into the tree. I could feel his knees shaking next to mine. It made me wonder whether anyone had ever pleasured him before. I have no idea what he was doing before becoming the Count's concubine, but I doubt it was anything like this. Oh well, all the more reason for me to continue.

My lips moved from his collarbone to his lips, kissing him fervently, as my hand's pace increased. Eagerly, I swallowed each of Yamato's mewls and moans, feeding my passion. My own trousers were getting uncomfortably tight, but I was too focussed on Yamato to really care.

Yamato tore away from my lips, throwing his head back with a near-scream as he came. My hips jerked in response, covering my crotch with a warm wetness.

It took Yamato a good few minutes to come down from his high, but I savoured every second of that time—hungrily drinking in the sight of the sexed-up blond. He was panting hard, and, as he tiredly opened his eyes, I could see they were glazed over. As the seconds ticked by, his eyes cleared at the same pace as his face reddened. I grinned at him, and he looked down in embarrassment.

He cleared his throat. "We should get going..."

"We should." I agreed, casting a glance at the lightening sky; the sun wouldn't show himself for a while yet, but his outermost rays were starting to banish the darkness. We had to get home before anyone saw us; the townspeople wouldn't hesitate to sell information of our whereabouts to the Count's guards.

With the choice made, I tightened my grip on Yamato's hand—had I not let go of it at all after uncovering his mouth?—and started moving. His feet responded immediately and were surprisingly steady.

We walked in silence, until I broke it. "See that large building up ahead?" I glanced to my right, catching the nod of the blond head. "That's my place. Home, sweet home."

"Um.." I looked at him again, but he was looking at the ground. "Will any of your friends be awake at this time?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. Someone might, as I disappeared very suddenly."

"How are we going to explain the state of our trousers, if someone is up?"

I let out a laugh. "I don't think we need to explain anything—whoever happens to be up will get it without explanation."

"That's the point!"

I laughed again, ignoring the death-glare I was getting. "It's fine—no one will care."

"But I don't want their first impression of me to be that I'm a slut. You've probably already told them about me being a concubine, but I don't exactly want to remind them—unless that's all you—"

"Yamato!" I was mad. How dare he even think that sex is all I want him for? That sex is the reason I saved him?

I pulled him into an embrace, mumbling into his sweat-soaked hair: "I never want you to even think that, ok? You mean so much more than that to me. I know we don't really know each other, but—like I said before—I just know. I really care about you, Yamato."

"Taichi."

I gave him a last squeeze, before pulling away and kissing him. "I think I'm in love with you."

His eyes widened, but before he could form a coherent sentence, a female voice called out to me.

"Taichi, you're ok! God, we were so worried! Where have you been?"

Yamato and I turned to look at the redhead racing towards us. She was still yelling at me—a mixture of rage and relief.

She stopped about five metres from us, taking a good look at my companion. Her eyebrows shot into her hairline, whilst her jaw dropped. "Is that Yamato?!"

I grinned at the blond, who looked completely shocked. "Yep." I turned to the young woman, re-grabbing Yamato's pale hand. "Sora, meet Yamato. And Yamato, this is Sora, she's like my older sister and mother in the same package."

Yamato stepped forward, releasing my hand, and taking her offered one, kissing the back of it, as was customary. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sora."

"Likewise." Sora's eyes held a gentle affection. "We've all heard so much about you from Taichi—it's like I already know you." She turned around. "Please come in. We weren't exactly expecting you, but you're more than welcome in our humble home."

"Thank you, I hope I won't cause you and everyone else too much trouble."

Sora just threw a smile over her shoulder, before leading the way inside.

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