Evenings

Part 12

[Descent]

A/N: This serves to fill in some gaps regarding Yamato's and Sora's behavior and sets up part of Daisuke's headcanon (the party that Michiru is referring to) Also, my OC Reichi has a minor part later on.

Warnings: There is yaoi in this chapter. Don't like it, don't read it.

Can't see the stars tonight, again. It's like Vamdemon is back. However, if that had been the case, then the kids wouldn't be cut off from the Digital World forever. At least there would be hope. I'd ponder more but I can't hear myself think! The blonde glowered at the balcony below him. His near-suicidal downstairs neighbor was laughing it up with some woman. Yamato lit a cigarette and let the ash fall down. Maybe I shouldn't... knowing my luck they'll complain to the landlord and get Dad in trouble, thinking it was him, when it was really me and then Dad would know... Yamato sighed as his mind churned with bad outcomes over the littlest things lately. The laughter finally got too much for him and the thoughts subsided, replaced with the inklings of the anger he had been letting build up for the past two weeks.

He knew he should be happy another human being had some fleeting moment of hapiness, but he couldn't shake the thought of kicking in his door and shooting up the place.

Yamato glanced at the clock. Dad won't be home for ten minutes... twenty with this fog.

Yamato couldn't keep stealing his father's cigarettes much longer and his mind drifted to school where he would have to bum some off his "friends". Even he knew he only stayed around them to show off and use them; the relationship was a two-way street. Hell, he was the same in everyone's eyes: just someone to be used. Jyou, Sora, Takeru, even his own mother. Everyone. All the same.

"Ishida~" cooed a voice from the couch.

Yamato glanced behind him, "Coming."

"Haven't you done enough of that?"

Yamato groaned from the depths of his raspy throat, "Shouldn't you be getting home? My Dad will see you if you don't leave soon."

"Oh, should I go wait in your bed, then?"

Yamato finished the cigarette and stepped back into the room. It was dark, with only the streetlight shining in. He could see the silhoutte of the slender body on the couch and the reflection of hazelnut eyes.

Yamato walked over to the edge of the couch and glanced down at Reichi, the young man tangled up in the jeans that had been wrangled off earlier. He was propped up with one arm, lost in bleached, choppy hair. He reached out and pulled Yamato closer, undoing his zipper. Earlier, Reichi had struggled, but now he proceeded with ease, already placing his soft lips against the warming skin underneath.

Reichi chuckled as his lover grew stiffer with each kiss, nip, and taste. "You used to be so health conscious because of your voice... but I rather like the scent of smoke on you."

The blonde groaned again as liquid heat surrounded his loins. He reached down to the mass of bleached hair and tugged. Soon, Yamato was panting and lost himself in the delusion that he was wanted and bucked his hips more as he neared the end.

Part of him had hoped Reichi would stay with him. Yamato wanted more than anything to make any relationship work, but that wasn't the type of guy Reichi was. Trying not to think of the aftermath, Yamato cried out and released across his lover's cheek.

Reichi didn't mind though; that had been his intention.

Yamato sank to his knees as his strength left him. He trembled and caught his breath, finally finding himself long enough to check the clock. "F-fuck, Reichi, you shou-"

"I guess I'll go climb in bed and wait for you... you owe me after all," the boy grinned, taking his lovely, naked form towards Yamato's room.

Blue eyes watched as his ass disappeared around the corner. Yamato kicked off his jeans near Reichi's clothes, forgetting the consequences. Yamato strolled to his room and closed the door behind him, then looked over at Reichi, laying spread-eagled. Yamato crawled into bed and Reichi took him in his arms and stole a long kiss, nibbling at the boy's lips.

With an excited growl and some playful wrestling between the two of them, Reichi tossed Yamato under him and started for the lube. "What will all those fangirls of yours say now?"

Yamato whimpered as fingers probed through the tight heat inside him, "You're... you're not the first guy I've slept with, you know."

"You get around for a sixteen year old."

"Fuck off, you're a grade below me."

"So, you don't like girls, is that it? I am the first person you've slept with after Takenouchi-sempai, right?"

"I would never sleep with her. Anything she says is a lie."

"Oh?"

Yamato cried out as Reichi's fingers left him aching further, then explained, "Don't get me wrong..." Yamato groaned as he shifted his weight. "I'll take what I can get. I don't care."

"Is that what I should tell all the ladies tomorrow?"

"Shut your face and fuck me already," Yamato demanded.

The other boy laughed to himself and reached around, running his fingers along Yamato's cock. "You're so needy after being trapped with that bitch so long, huh? She wouldn't give anything to the great Ishida Yamato, is that it? So you beat her."

Yamato could feel Reichi's breath against his ear and with no response from the blonde under him, Reichi finally pressed between his lover's legs and gained entrance. Reichi grinned as Yamato clenched the sheet and pillows under him and the singer's beautiful voice was heard when they finally joined together.

Reichi had been amazed at just how quiet Yamato had been up until then. Even in just casual conversation, unless there was something meaningful to be said or a qip to be made, the young man remained stoic. Now, he was like an animal growling underneath Reichi, arching his hips higher.

"You feel wonderful Yamato," Reichi said, pressing himself against the other's back. He kissed him on the back of the neck as he started bucking more steadily. "Fuck.. you're on fire."

"More..." the blonde breathed. "There, there-!"

Reichi complied, thrusting deeper. The two didn't hear the door open, but be damn sure Hiroaki could hear the two boy's from down the hall, even if he was still half awake. He opened the bedroom door as the boys collapsed into various comforts.

"Yamato."

"D-dad?!" Yamato shrieked, scrambling free from Reichi and pulling the covers over himself.

"Fuck," Reichi muttered. "Guess that's my cue to leave."

Hiroaki nodded, giving he boy a stern glare that followed Reichi as he walked out, covering himself, then found his clothes, dressed, bowed, and hurried out. Yamato couldn't look his father in the eyes, Yamato's own face burning with a mix of embarassment and anger.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing?" Hiroaki demanded.

"Fucking, what does it look like?"

Hiroaki stormed over, raising a hand up, making Yamato flinch, but he didn't bring it down. Hiroaki had sworn off hitting his children after the way his own father had treated him for years on end. "You're too young to be doing this."

"Says who?"

"Says me!" Hiroaki barked, taking a seat on the bed near his son. "I didn't even know you were..." Yamato finally looked at him with wide, blue eyes. Hiroaki read them, begging him not to hate him. "Not that it matters to me. That's none of my business. I'm just worried about your choices."

"...I'm fine, Dad..."

"You only broke up with that girl a few months ago-"

"A little under a month, actually..."

"That's not helping your case here, son. You should at least have the courtesy not to do these things under my roof."

"...whatever."

"Don't backtalk me."

"Fuck off!" Yamato barked angrily when Hiroaki grabbed him by his bangs, "Fuck!"

"Look, listen to me. I'm your father. I love you and I'm here if you need to talk to me. I've been through a lot with you and I'm ready to go through whatever I need to still. But... damn you, Yamato. You can't cut me a break, can you?"

"Dad..." Yamato whispered, recalling when he was just a child and this situation occurred similarly. Except, as a child, Yamato actually cared. By now, he was so numb by his untreated anger that his conscience was lost under the screaming of a six year old boy. "...can you just leave me alone?"

"Yamato," Hiroaki whispered, hesitating to reach his hand out towards his son, finally deciding against it. "If that's what you want, but think about what I said to you? You're too young for this, despite what your mother taught you."

"I get it. Go... pleaaase?"

"We'll talk about this more later, understand?"

"Goodnight, Dad."

"...goodnight, Yamato."

When Yamato went to school the next morning, he didn't see Reichi right off the bat. Instead, he found Sora, Miyako, Michiru, and Tako conversing just outside their homerooms. They didn't seem to notice Yamato as he approached, although he stayed back as the conversation grew heated.

"I've heard so much, I don't know what to believe," Sora explained. She held her face in one hand, obviously exsasperated.

"I heard he's gay? What the Hell?" Miyako asked, shrugging her shoulders.

"That's not what I heard," Sora sighed.

"Yeah, I heard he'll sleep with anything that moves."

What the fuck...? Yamato growled to himself, turning away and leaning against the wall. He watched as students passed him and he questioned what they were all thinking of him. A small group was pointing his direction from down the hall and started towards him as the girls continued:

"That's unlike him," Sora defended.

"I wouldn't doubt it," Miyako sneered.

Yamato wanted to confront them, but he knew deep down it would only lead to him having to backdown from a fight with a bunch of girls or go down as the biggest fucker in history for killing three young women. Then, Reichi shot Yamato that smile of his as he passed him and joined Sora.

"It's true you know," Reichi started, not looking over to bother if Yamato was eavesdropping. "I mean, I owned him last night."

What. Yamato thought, his brow furrowing and his knuckles turning white.

"Ugh. Seriously?"

"It was only a matter of time."

Yamato couldn't take it anymore and stormed over, especially now that he had Reichi to pummel. He pinned the boy up against the wall by his neck with his dominant hand, "What the fuck, Reichi?!"

"Morning... Woah, hey!" he started as Yamato shook him. Miyako instinctively stood between Yamato and Sora less the Christmas incident repeat itself, in her mind. "Ishida, what gives?"

"No one motherfucking owns me, you bastard..." the blonde hissed.

"Hey, r-relax," Reichi began reasoning.

I... I wanted to start over. I wanted to move on! "Why are you saying shit about me?"

"I'm just telling everyone what you told me," Reichi grinned. "Or are you still the same fucked up, whiny little boy?"

"I'll fucking kill you right now," Yamato stated.

"I doubt that," Reichi replied as their teacher approached, glowering. Yamato let go of the boy and shoved past him. The gaggle of students that had pointed at him earlier chased after him, following Yamato to his desk. It wasn't a completely unusual phenomenon since the Wolves got fairly popular. However...

"Ishida! Does this mean you're free, later?"

Yamato closed his eyes and sighed, "I... I don't think so." Then, Yamato opened his eyes as Sora sat a few rows ahead of him. He glared daggers at her and erased all trace of it as he stared into the eyes of the busty brunette next to him. "Then again..." and he waited and saw Sora slightly glance back.

You're trying so hard not to show your discontent, aren't you?

"Wait," one girl piped, "I hear you don't swing for our team anymore."

"I'm open to possibilities," Yamato smiled stupidly. "Seriously, what loser told you that?"

The girls giggled. "Maybe I'll bring my boyfriend..."

One girl slapped the other on the shoulder and the giggling continued. Yamato's eyes darted between them as the persona he would be adopting for the next year started to form a shell around him. He told himself, told his father, he'd never end up like this, but everyone was already on board as if this was what had been expected all along. He was going to roll with the punches, as always.

"Oh," one swooned.

"He's so adventerous," said the third girl.

Yamato smiled to himself as the girl with the boyfriend kissed him. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Sora tapping her pen angrily. When the girl pulled away, she set her hand on her hip and smirked, "You know... I'm having an exclusive party in a few days. Wanna come?"

"Do you really have to ask?" Yamato breathed, running his fingers along her hand.

"Bring a friend, okay?" she said, winking and taking her seat. Yamato watched as she hiked her skirt to sit.

Over the next few days before the party, the blonde's reputation began to supercede not only Reichi, but anything Yamato had actually done. He had a rather fun time attending a concert with the girl hosting the party and they talked for a long time outside, just smoking cigarettes. He learned her name was Kaselin and she loved to dye her hair different colors. She also had a fondness of drinking, which Yamato had yet to experience in amounts that weren't stolen from his father's fridge.

Yamato ignored Reichi from then on, telling his devoted 'fans' his own version of events: how Reichi (and by extent, Sora) had only wanted to use him. People sympethized with Yamato, but the blonde insisted that he was thankful because 'those fuckers' had opened his eyes to who he really was and now he was enjoying life more than ever... or at least, that's what he was telling people.