A Cup of Lust, Beauty and Affairs

Summary:Taichi, a photographer and artist fascinated by the beauty of the world, becomes captivated by the beauty of a customer at his parent's coffee shop. Innocent desires soon blaze into an unforgettable, insatiable affair. (Taito)

D-Angel: Sorry for the long wait, one and half years (almost!) is a long time, but I realise this is my fault for trying to juggle several stories at once, ha. Life is busy and crazy as well, I relish any moment I get to sit down and write (only if its just a sentence or two). As for the reviews, thanks so much! They're so kind and helpful. Constructive criticism and praise are the two things that I feed off (they are my fuel for writing et al). I just had to re-write this whole author note thing too (accidentally refreshed the page -sigh-).

Anyways, I shall not delay you guys any longer, so please, read on...

Rating: T / Borderline M

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Chapter 5 Artistic Embrace

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'I lean against the wind, pretend that I am weightless, and in this moment I am happy'

The photographs had been a huge success. FRUiTS had even called Yamato in for a mini-interview, as well as a couple of other hotties, for a follow-up article in the next issue.

He became somewhat of a local celebrity during that period. Even my Mum knew his name and what he did for a living, although I think she had probably obtained most of that information from me obsessively talking about him. She was more than aware that he was engaged, but I think she thought I was sensible enough not to mess about with a man who was already taken...

Since that night we had first kissed, Yamato had never worn his engagement ring when we were together. On a couple of occasions I had even seen him outside the coffee shop -through the windows - pulling off the ring and slipping it into his wallet. He would then stroll into the coffee shop as usual to greet me with a warm embrace and a kiss on the cheek.

Yamato would sit opposite me as we drank our coffees and playfully nudge his legs against mine. Sometimes he would daringly place his hand on mine and trace his digits alongside the protruding bones and veins on the back of my hands. The sensation always made me shiver.

If it was a weekday afternoon, or at the weekend, he would usually come back to my apartment so we could shelter away from the prying eyes of the public and cuddle up together. Occasionally I would think about Sora, imagining her sitting at their dining room table eating dinner, alone. My guilt would soon ease whenever Yamato nuzzled his lips against my neck, whilst running his fingertips against my arm, or underneath my shirt.

One night, when we were sitting on the leather sofa in my living room drinking wine, Yamato suddenly leant forward and whispered in my ear that he wanted to touch me. His forwardness shocked me, seeing as I never really expected our affair to go any further than kissing. He laughed then caught my lips with his own when he saw my surprised facial expression.

As always, his mouth was warm and intoxicating, like stepping into a piping hot shower after being caught in a rainstorm. The strong traces of alcohol lingering on his tongue only happened to intensify my arousal. Moments later I had clambered off the sofa after downing the rest of my wine, before I grabbed hold of Yamato's hand and led him towards my bedroom.

I apologised for the state lurking behind the door in advance.

It wasn't a vile and unhygienic clutter of mouldy scattered clothes and empty takeaway boxes, which one might have expected from a single guy. I couldn't stand for that. Instead the floor was littered with blank canvases, paint-stained sheets of newspaper articles- covered with a rainbow of different coloured paint splatters, paintbrushes, and random pieces of camera equipment.

I was somewhat embarrassed to let Yamato see the messy side of my talent, but somehow he saw a different side to the chaos.

"Loving the boudoir," he spoke in a soothing posh voice before he lifted his wine glass to lips and swallowed the remaining liquid within, all the while his eyes kept darting around my room. I chuckled as I flopped down onto my double mattress, spreading myself across it while Yamato continued to gaze around like a child in a candy store, fascinated by the walls which were covered in my completed pictures and paintings, some which were several years old.

The quiet echoing chink of glass against wood made my heart skip a beat as Yamato placed his wineglass onto my bedside cabinet. I watched with intent as he tugged his t-shirt off, before joining me on the bed, straddling me with his slim frame. His bright blue eyes were sparkling with excitement and his pale cheeks were flushed, thanks to the bottle of roséwe had shared. I took a mental photograph of the spectacular sight and knew for sure I would end up sketching it onto a sheet of paper.

Sitting up, so my face was level with his, I tugged off my own t-shirt before Yamato dived forwards and locked our lips together.

It wasn't long before we were both naked and Yamato's hands were caressing me, while mine ran up and down the soft silky skin on his back. I buried my head into the crook of his neck and breathed in deeply as his fingers dug into my shoulder blades. As always he smelt delicious; a mix of fruity floral goodness, the ultimate aphrodisiacal scent.

He tilted his head back as my lips and tongue grazed across the delicate skin above his collarbone before trailing upwards, skimming briefly against his chin, and then finally merging with his lips again.

Growing a little more assertive, Yamato locked his legs around mine and forced me onto my back whilst he nibbled and suckled hungrily on my lower lip. All the while his eyes remained open, analysing every alteration in my facial expression. He didn't even break eye contact as his fingertips traced along the inside of my thighs, before gripping the aching flesh between my legs, causing a stifled sigh to involuntarily creep from my parted mouth. My brain almost went into meltdown whilst my own fingers curled around my thin and flimsy bedcovers (which happened to be perfect for the summer heat...or for times like this).

"Do you feel good?" He whispered as he somehow managed to grip onto me tighter with the hand that was skilfully stroking me. With his other hand rubbing against my perineum, it was a question he really didn't have to ask. Until that night I never actually realised it was possible to receive so much pleasure and satisfaction just from being touched. I was soon panting like a wild animal, and my entire body was convulsing with wave after wave of satisfying spasms, each one more intense than the previous.

The next few minutes seeming to roll by like valuable seconds as I savoured each and every luscious moment until Yamato dramatically sped up the rhythm of his wrist, giving me no choice but to sigh out loudly in pure bliss. My fingernails clawed into the mattress as my spine arched upwards and my seed covered his hand and my stomach, which was evidently rising and falling as I tried to regain my breath.

"Wow, the look on your face just then," Yamato half-chuckled whilst I stretched my feet and legs out still basking in the afterglow of my climax.

"My orgasm face is that bad, huh?" I responded in a wistful tone as I swept away the stray strands of hair that were stuck to my sweaty forehead.

"No, no. It was sexy," Yamato purred playfully as he finally let go off my limp length. I partly closed my eyes as he brushed a hand across my clammy cheek. "You're sexy."

My face was flushed enough as it was without him saying such things.

"Have you been with a guy before?" I couldn't help but ask after Yamato had mopped up the mess on my stomach (and elsewhere) with a couple of baby wipes stashed away in my bedside cabinet's drawer. I wasn't entirely surprised when he nodded in response, but I was curious about how far he had gone with a guy before. Fortunately, I didn't have to wonder about this for too long.

"My first ever sexual encounter was with a guy, we were seventeen at the time..." Yamato trailed off and a contemplative glimmer shone in his eyes for just a brief moment. The pout of unease plaguing his face then quickly curled up and transformed into a smile as he rolled over onto his side and rested his head on my chest as he draped an arm across my body.

"What about you?"

"Well yeah I've been with a guy, I'm gay," I teased whilst playing with a few strands of his golden locks. Yamato rolled his eyes then momentarily traced his slender finger around my nipple.

"You know what I mean..."

So I told him the story of my sixteenth birthday when I had met my first love, Seiji. It was a boiling hot summer's day in Palette Town and I had been stood up by my latest boyfriend (who soon after told me that he was no longer gay...). I was slumped on a bench besides the snack stand, cycling through the pictures on my digital camera, when Seiji crept up behind me. I sensed his presence before he even asked me if I was ok in a deep, but graceful, voice.

I ended up venting everything out to him as he sat beside me, figuring he would get bored soon enough and hurry off back to his friends. But surprisingly, he genuinely felt sorry for me. After buying me an ice cream, Seiji took my hand in his and vowed to show me the best time of my life. Conclusively, that evening, we experienced more than our first kiss together at the top of the Ferris wheel.

The corners of Yamato's lips edged up into a small smile.

"So your first time was on a Ferris wheel?" he chuckled, his fingertips drumming rhythmically against my skin. Interestingly, there wasn't a faintest hint of sarcasm or disbelief in his voice. I bit down lightly on the tip of my tongue.

The thing was everything about the story was true; apart from the fact Seiji hadn't been my first. In all honestly I didn't feel the need to tell Yamato that I actually lost my virginity when I was fifteen to a friend after a drunken fumble in his basement. Where was the glamour and magic in that?

"You know, technically I've lost my virginity twice. Sora was the first girl I ever slept with. I was curious, I suppose, and she was cute..." His warm breath tickled my skin when he exhaled briefly, once again reflecting on a personal memory.

"I wish I could say she's my everything; but as you've gathered, my relationship with her isn't exactly what you'd call stable," Yamato revealed in a nonchalant voice.

Moments later, he sat up, his majestic eyes now prying at my body. I didn't know what to say in response to what he had just said, but luckily I didn't have to worry. Yamato clambered on top of me, placing his arm around the back of my neck, and dipped down for another kiss.

We spent the rest of that night exploring each other, his hands tracing over every inch of my exposed flesh while mine did the same. We almost had sex but I think it was guilt that got in the way.

Usually I was the type of guy who was perfectly fine with sleeping around and having one night stands; I had never found it difficult to separate love and sentiment from sex, I could even admit that in the past I'd had sex purely for the pleasure, with people I would regard as complete strangers. I had also unknowingly slept with a couple of guys who had been in relationships beforehand and had not felt any shame after finding out.

With Yamato, however, things were different. I was certain it was because I had already met his fiancé in person, and she was far more perfect than I had anticipated, happily welcoming me into her home and offering me dinner. Knowing that Yamato was engaged to a woman like her was only naturally going play with my emotions.

"What's the time?" Though his words were wrapped with exhaustion, I still trembled at the sound of Yamato's voice, especially with his lips so close to my ear. The display screen on my digital clock gloomily flashed 3:55am as I stretched my arm out and softly nudged my hand against it. I was tempted to lie, but the truth subconsciously left my mouth.

"I've gotta go," Yamato spoke in soft reluctance as he peeled himself from my embrace and sat up, shuffling his way over to the edge of the bed.

"Can't you stay?" I pleaded as I drowsily sat up and ran my hand against his arm. His skin was infuriatingly soft and warm, reminding me of the winter just gone where I'd spent hours upon hours curled up on my sofa in the warm comfort of my duvet- with a giant flask of hot chocolate and my laptop- on my days off from work.

Yamato remained seated on the edge of the bed scratching his thumb against his chin, seemingly toying with the idea of crawling back under the covers. A gentle sigh eventually slipped out from his lips.

"Sora. She'll be suspicious if I arrive home any later."

Of course, Sora would be waiting for him to return; probably restless, wondering where her other half was. I couldn't live in a relationship like that; a little ironic perhaps, since alongside Yamato I was just as much to blame for this predicament we were all in. The reality of everything was such a bitter pill to swallow.

I watched sadly as Yamato fumbled about in the darkness and tugged his clothes back on, too polite to ask if he could turn on the light. After slipping on his final sock Yamato stood frozen to the spot for a good few seconds like a beautifully sculpted statue. I wanted the strength to reach out and drag him back onto my bed, but knew all too well I would lose control the moment he was in my embrace once more.

"Sweet dreams," Yamato spoke gently as he leant over the bed and planted a delicate kiss on the tip of my nose.

"You too," I whispered back as he caressed his hand across my cheek. I refused to watch when he padded out the room as best he could in the darkness (I heard him bump into the footboard of my bed after staggering over a piece of my photography equipment). I didn't even hear him open or shut the front door, but as a chill swept across my bare chest I knew he had left.

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Song lyrics (At the beginning of the chapter)

Incubus - 'Wish You Were Here'

D-Angel: Oh the frustration! It's rather evident I would say. Such a situation to be in as well; toying with what's right and wrong whilst battling with your heart. Honestly, I loved writing this chapter (I know I said that about the last chapter too, but I was able to play about with so much more imagery! Oh and obviously, a naked Yamato and Taichi -nosebleed-).

Now, my plans for this story have severely branched outwards, and it appears it is going to head in a direction I never anticipated. Fingers crossed it will all work out, we shall see I guess. Next update should be at some point in early 2011; just keep nagging at me, hehe.

Thanks a lot for reading, and please review :) Feedback is a joyous thing.

See you all next chapter!

D-Angel

07/11/10