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Seeing Red
Chapter: 05
Lee sat on the bench while Takuro bound his injured shin with bandages.
"You need to take better care of yourself," Takuro admonished his friend, his wide, puppy-like eyes turning up towards him, full of concern. "What if you hurt yourself so bad that I couldn't patch you up?"
Lee didn't meet his eyes, instead turning away, allowing his dark bangs to fall over his gaze.
"Sorry," he replied in a soft breath. "I didn't mean to upset you like that."
Takuro's stern expression melted and a small smile appeared on his gentle face. Putting the finishing touches on the bandage, his hand caressed it.
"No… I'm sorry. I know how much your upcoming match means to you…"
"It doesn't mean as much as you do!" Lee burst out suddenly, causing Takuro's eyes to snap up at him, surprised. His teeth clenching, Lee gripped the bench tightly, his face growing red. "You… You're always standing by my side. Helping me when I'm down." He turned his gray eyes towards him, emotion swimming within them. "I shouldn't be thinking only about myself out there. Not when you're always looking out for me."
Takuro's thumb traced along Lee's thigh, his smile returning, but troubled.
"You should get back out there," he whispered in a soft voice. "Your team needs you…"
He found himself cut off as Lee placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he gasped, seeing his friend looming over him, his eyes set in a fierce expression. He looked oddly…upset with him. As if the mere mention of his fellow teammates had drawn up some demon of anger from the depths of his soul.
"Don't you need me too?" he asked, his face hovering now within inches of Takuro's. Takuro opened his mouth to respond, but Lee leaned forward, doing what he always did best. Take the final distance. Lips met in a trembling embrace, and Takuro felt as though the whole of the world had narrowed down to just the two of them and their warmth.
"Takuro…" Lee breathed, breaking away to gaze at him.
Rika's face was flush as her violet-eyes traced the panel of the two boys kissing. Trembling a little, she glanced about her nervously, ears straining for any sound of approaching footsteps.
Easy… Easy… she told herself, running her tongue along her lips. They felt so dry now. Like they needed water to wet their thirst. Adjusting herself, she ran a hand along her arm and forced herself to regain some of her composure.
Can't believe Jeri got me hooked on this story, she thought, turning the page and finding herself greeted by Lee's character slipping a hand underneath Takuro's shirt as their lips met once more. Her eyes were for Takuro mostly, and the crimson stain on her face deepened as she drank in the image of his palm coming to rest on Lee's crotch, cupping the heavy bulge that lay hidden within. She blamed him for being the reason of her interest; for resembling Takato the most both in name and appearance.
She also blamed Takato – his kisses especially! – for stirring up the fire within her that made her pull out this doujinshi for a 'quick read' while she waited for Renamon.
Speaking of which… Where is she?
Distracting herself from the pressure she was placing on her arm, she glanced over at her phone.
She's late getting back, she thought. Reaching out instinctively, she mentally touched the little ball of emotion that lay in the back of her mind, signifying Renamon's connection with her, but received still nothing more than a vague dimness that told her she was alive and still in the human world, but was too far away for her to be able to read much else. At the very least, she wasn't in any danger, but that didn't explain why she wasn't home yet. Drumming her fingers on her table, she gave an annoyed sigh.
I bet it's Takato's fault somehow, she thought. How complicated could it be? It's just supposed to be a quick in and out. How hard could it be?
She supposed that there was a good reason. Perhaps a snag of some sort. It was possible. Takato had an unnerving habit of unintentionally complicating things, especially when he got flustered about something.
Maybe Takato's having a little fun with my bra, she thought before frowning. Except…he's not the sort of person to do that sort of thing…is he? She tried to imagine Takato rutting through her things. Rutting into her things, but found the scenario preposterous. He had a hard enough time admitting to her he wanted to hold her hand, and being the sort of person he was, he didn't want to give her the impression he wanted to go any further lest he upset her.
The tip of her fingernail brushed against Takuro as his hand slipped down Lee's underwear, drawing out his now fully erect penis and her expression softened, thinking back to their kiss and how it had nearly overwhelmed them both. It felt as though a door had been unlocked for them both and on the other side a need and a want were discovered. With them came something else however.
Fear. A fear of how he perceived her and vice versa. She looked down at her borrowed doujinshi, and saw Takato's own desires reflected back at her. Desires that she knew he was afraid she would be upset about.
Would she truly be upset about his desires?
He'd accept mine, she thought, curling her fingers into her palm. That's always been the most endearing thing about him. He just…accepts me for who I am. No questions asked. I'm his best friend and that's the only thing that matters.
She glanced up at the photo that sat on her dresser. It was the two of them from about two years ago. Her arms folded together, looking agitated while wearing a baggier shirt to hide her figure but did nothing for the blush that illuminated her face as he stood next to her. He smiled for the both of them however, flashing a V-sign at the camera. She remembered well the day that picture had been taken. It had been when she was first starting to come to grips with the realization that she had developed a powerful crush on the hapless, clumsy Gogglehead she called her second-best friend.
She looked down at her hands.
Shouldn't I be okay that he wants to be with me like that? Her violet eyes fell on the picture of the two fictional characters locked in their passionate embrace, neither one willing to let go of the other. I mean, isn't this what couples do? Kissing… We did that. Can't…Can't we do more? Shouldn't we be okay with doing more?
She felt her body grow a little hotter, remembering the flash of excitement that had surged through her, and felt it rekindling now, stoking the heat that already warmed her. Had warmed her since their kiss. Her eyes fell once again on Takuro, his hand slipping into Lee's underwear. Her mind slid back to that fateful day from a week ago when she walked in on Takato pleasuring himself and this time imagined that it was her hand clasping hold of him.
In the real world, her hand drifted to her stomach and pressed itself there. Below it, the pleasurable, swollen heat between her legs made itself known. She bit her lip.
How would we be if we just stopped playing around and showed each other how much we cared? If I…opened myself to him like this…would I be okay?
The heat pulsed and she bit back a groan. She wasn't sure. But an idea came to her. One that caused her to blush once again and scowl.
"Stupid…" she told herself, climbing to her feet. Making her way over to her dresser, she took up the photo of herself and Takato. Carrying it back to the table, she set it down in front of her and gazed at those long-ago eyes of his. At once, she felt herself waver. Determined however, she turned the page of her doujinshi. Licking her lips, she listened once more for approaching footsteps. And Renamon? She remained where she was; a vague, background presence. Taking a shuddering breath, Rika fixed her gaze on Takato's eyes, and slid her hand down into her pants, threading her fingers amidst the sea of red hair that lay within.
"Okay, Gogglehead," she said shakily. "Gawk."
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The air in Takato's room lay thick with tension; Renamon on one side, holding her partner's bra, and Mie on the other, wide, horrified eyes flicking back and forth between Takato and Guilmon who stood in between. Renamon waited patiently for someone to break the ice. She considered being the first, fearful that the sudden bursts of shock on Takato and his mother might prove to be too much for them and potentially ruin the budding relationship Rika had so painstakingly crafted this last week. There needed to be a calming, patient touch to smooth things out.
Still… This is a matter between them. I am not a part of their family. She paused on that before continuing. Not yet, anyway.
She felt the truth of that thought burn within her, yet awareness of Rika's bra in her grasp and knowing how badly she wanted this relationship to work, she knew she could not just stand by on the sidelines. She needed to intervene to protect her partner's heart.
I may not fully understand why you chose him or what you see in him, but as long as he makes you happy, I will do whatever I can to protect that happiness.
Feeling her determination solidify now that she had made a choice, Renamon opened her mouth to speak, only for Takato to, for once, beat her to the punch.
"It's not what it looks like."
His voice came out loud and strong despite the nerves that it carried. Surprised, Renamon glanced over at him. He didn't appear to match his tone. A tremor had crept into his arms and was matched by a furious blush that burned the length of his features, yet he kept his eyes fixed solidly on his mother, seeming to dare her to contradict him. Uncertainty seemed to shake the woman and she scowled over at the brassiere still held plainly in Renamon's hand before looking back at her son.
"It sure doesn't look that way!"
"I know what it looks like, Mom, but it's not!" Takato insisted. "Rika… She was complaining about…about her…her…" The boy's face flamed brilliantly as he stammered, struggling to speak, but the one word refused to march past his lips. "S-She said it was hurting her!" he finally burst out, and as though a dam had broken asunder, more words came tumbling forth haphazardly.
"I don't want to hurt her! I want her to be happy! That she can feel like she can be at home around me and…and I thought if she didn't have it on, she'd be happy and I couldn't live with myself if she just pretended everything was fine if it wasn't! I…I just…"
Running afoul of a verbal pothole, Takato began to flounder again, gesticulating chaotically with his hands while his mother tried to make sense of his scattered mess of an outburst, uncertain of how to respond.
"Takato…" she began, only for the boy to cut her short as he continued his fumbling, frazzled defense of Rika.
"Just don't be mad at her!" he continued, a spark shining in his eyes, determined to defend her honor. He kept speaking, determined to find the magic button that would assuage his mother's concerns and keep her from thinking ill about Rika's intentions. "I know how it looks, but it's not anything like that! Rika… She'd never… I mean, she'd probably pop me a good one if I… Before even thinking about letting me…"
Renamon's paw fell upon his shoulder and the tongue tied boy abruptly spun towards her in surprise. Words just on the tip of his tongue however died almost immediately as his crimson eyes met her azure ones.
Mie frowned slightly at the scene before once more looking in Renamon's direction. The vulpine digimon felt an odd, adversarial sense emanating from the woman's eyes as they fell upon the brassiere in her paw. She tightened her grasp about it, but made no attempt to hide the garments. After one, long moment, the woman hitched a heavy sigh, forcing herself to relax.
"I'm…sorry," she said finally, throwing on a small, if false, smile; the kind Renamon knew were used to disarm tense situations. "I don't mean to keep you here."
"It is quite all right," Renamon bowed respectfully. "I can't imagine that this is an easy moment for you. Rika's grandmother has often commented on the difficulties of children as they grow into adults. I am sure Takato is no exception any more than Rika is."
"Yes… It is." Mie looked back at Takato briefly before shaking her head.
"Are you mad at Takato and Rika for loving each other?" Guilmon asked, his wide, golden eyes shining with concern. Pressing her lips together into a tense line, Mie took his head into her hands and scratched his ears just the way he liked. Guilmon leaned into her touch, making soft, cooing noises.
"Well…I'll admit it wasn't a very nice surprise," she said, fixing her son with a hard look. "But… Ohhh… I can't talk about this right now! But make no mistake, Takato. We will be having a chat. I think you need another reminder about the birds and the bees."
Takato went rigid at that, face flaming once more in embarrassment.
"M-Mom…" he stammered out, suddenly feeling the amused gaze of Rika's partner on him.
"I know. I know. We've talked about it before, but it sure sounds like you're in need of a fresh reminder. Honestly, Takato. I swear, if it weren't for us having to constantly remind you about your responsibilities…"
Takato groaned while Renamon looked on in amusement.
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Renamon bounded from rooftop to rooftop, the straps of Rika's bra fluttering in the wind that swirled about her.
How strange, she thought, and not for the first time. To think that something as simple as clothes and bare skin would cause so much of a stir.
Landing atop a roof, she paused for a moment, inspecting the undergarments. There was nothing about them that appeared threatening, and as far as she knew, neither were the breasts they were designed to support. Soft and yielding to pressure; made to provide milk for young humans to nurse from; tantalizing and endlessly fascinating to those humans she was friends with and, it seemed, to the world at large. Entire media and websites were dedicated to them, and yet they were treated like some kind of danger or threat.
Perhaps because they are involved in the making of life? she pondered. Mie and Seiko and even Rumiko had spoken of the importance of responsibility when it came to having children. Perhaps this was why. Perhaps Mie feared that they – her son especially – didn't take the responsibility seriously enough.
A bit strange, seeing as how he raised Guilmon, she thought. She found herself smiling a little at the idea of Takato helping to raise Rika's children. While she didn't know if Rika ever held such desires for making a family, the role at least seemed to fit him well should she choose to do so.
Still… How strange.
Curious, she considered the brassiere for a moment before unwinding it and holding it up against herself. The cups, as she expected, fit her not in the least, lacking the appropriate measurements and form for them to fill. The tuft of fur on her chest didn't help things either. Feeling foolish, she drew it away and wound it back up.
Rika's waiting for me, she thought, leaping back into the air. It didn't take her long to finally arrive at the Nonaka residence. Landing stealthily on the roof, she strained her ears for any noise from down below in her partner's room, preferring not to disturb her if she were 'taking care of business,' as she put it. Upon detecting no sound that would indicate such to be the case, she flipped down and entered Rika's bedroom just in time to find the girl hurriedly squirreling something away in her closet, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Ah… It would seem I timed things too well, she thought with some bemusement, watching Rika shut her closet with a guilty look on her face.
"T-There you are," she greeted with an flustered croak. "I was starting to wonder if you had gotten lost."
"Apologies," Renamon replied, approaching her and handing over her bra. "There were…complications."
At once, Rika's expression changed as she took her brassiere back, becoming one of annoyance. "I'm not going to like this, am I?"
A small, barely visible smile touched the vulpine digimon's lips. "If you already know, do you need to ask?"
"Real funny, Renamon," Rika rolled her eyes, not appreciating having her words thrown back at her. "But let me guess, just to see how right I am. Takato found my bra before you got there, didn't he?"
"He did," Renamon acknowledged. Rika shifted, her cheeks reddening.
"Was he…doing anything?"
"Just holding them." Renamon watched as Rika looked down at her undergarments before sighing.
"Of course, he didn't," she said softly, turning towards her dresser. Renamon blinked.
"Did you…want him to?" she asked, somewhat confused by this response.
"What?!" Rika's socked foot tripped on the floor in shock at her partner's unexpected question, but she quickly righted herself. "No! I mean… S-Stupid!" Throwing open her dresser, she tossed the bra inside without further ceremony and roughly closed it back up. "I don't know. I guess I just thought that…maybe he'd…"
She trailed off; fists clenched tightly together. Renamon cocked an ear at her, considering things for a moment.
"You've always had strange expectations from him," she pointed out. "I seem to recall that on your third meeting you thought he was looking to confess his love for you."
Rika hmphed, but blushed nonetheless, remembering that strange, confusing time for her. A time that was no less confusing for him as well. "He came looking for me. And I had a lot of 'fans' confessing to me back then."
"None of whom you attacked though," Renamon chuckled.
"That's all ancient history," Rika grumbled, pacing the floor as though she were trying to escape her partner's scrutiny. "Things were different then. I was different then." She paused in front of her closet and looked over her shoulder at her partner, eyes dark and frowning. "So, if he wasn't doing anything, what took you so long? Did his brain blow up and you had to pick up the pieces?"
Opening her closet, she took out her futon, if only to give herself something to do that would allow her to vent her frustrations. Something other than imagining Takato masturbating over her underwear.
Unfortunately, she couldn't stop herself from doing so. In her earlier frustration and boredom, she had retreated to her doujinshi and as a result, her mind was now full of tantalizing images. It didn't take her long to again envision Takato pushing his penis up into her bra, his hand running it along its length and pressing the tip into the cup that held her breast. She bit her lower lip, her imagination taking things one step further and bringing both down upon her bosom, tracing small, tender circles along her skin, all the while smiling with that warm, gentle smile he always gave her.
And his eyes… Those stupidly cute red eyes of his…
Her fingers tightened around the futon and she moaned inwardly, cursing her mind for treating her to such vivid pleasures in front of her partner.
"No, unfortunately," Renamon continued over Rika's shudder. "But his mother walked in just as he was giving me your clothes."
Rika froze at that, all thoughts of Takato enveloping her in his arms and having his way with her vanishing.
"You're kidding. Please tell me you're kidding."
She whirled about toward her partner, aghast at the implications. Of all the things to have happen… she thought, horrified. Seeing this, Renamon placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze.
"Takato was able to explain the situation adequately," she began helpfully. "I don't believe she'll hold anything against you."
"I'm hearing a 'but' in there somewhere,"she said, grumbling. "I'm going to call her."
Pulling away, she made a line towards her cellphone. "I'm sure that Gogglehead managed to muddy things up somehow."
Snatching her phone off the charger, she flipped it open, only to find Renamon's paw abruptly resting on top of it, claws closed gently around both it and her hand. Looking up with a raised eyebrow, she saw the kitsune shake her head.
"It would be best if you slept on any further discussion," she advised.
"Why? Because it's late?"
"There is that," Renamon nodded. "It has been my observation that humans don't enjoy their rest being disturbed. Especially by someone upset when they themselves have already been upset. I believe though that it is in your best interest to give everyone a chance to calm down. However Takato's parents feel now, they may think differently in the light of day, when they have had time to process things and give them a second look."
"Renamon…" Rika swallowed and looked back at her phone as Renamon's claws relaxed around it. Anxieties billowed up from within her chest, threatening to overwhelm her, but her partner's words cut to the core of her being. She wanted to act, but at the same time recognized the vixen's wisdom. If she acted now, she could potentially make things worse.
I don't…want to lose this, she thought, her grip around the phone tightening. I don't want to lose him!
It occurred to her just how afraid she was at the idea of losing Takato becoming a reality. She wanted to berate herself for being so very much like the classmates she often looked down upon – their obsession about their relationships – but for a wonder she found that she couldn't summon the will to do so.
Mom warned me that first love is like that, she thought, closing up her phone. So did Jeri.
"Okay," she said shakily. "But tomorrow…"
"Of course," Renamon nodded. "Before school or after?"
"After," the fire-haired girl sighed, setting her phone back on its charger. "I need to calm down too, and I need to think of a game plan." She scowled. "Stupid… Why can't this just be simple?!"
"If you wanted simple, perhaps you should have chosen someone other than Takato," Renamon remarked, causing Rika to shoot her a hard look. The vulpine digimon chuckled. "Apologies. I was trying to be humorous."
Rika hmphed, but found she couldn't rebut her partner's words. In spite of herself, she found a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Well, you're not wrong," she replied before arching a curious eyebrow. "So, how badly flustered was he?"
Renamon gave a light laugh, knowing full well why she was asking.
"I believe you would have found him…cute."
Rika rolled her eyes, pretending to care otherwise. "Stupid Gogglehead."
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Takato breathed a sigh of relief as he climbed into bed. Below, Guilmon was curled up and snoozing softly; it having taken only seconds for him to hit the snooze button. He envied his partner that ability to simply drop off into dream land without much thought. He knew that sleep for him was going to be a long time coming.
Well… Today could have gone better, he commiserated. And it had started out so good too.
Thoughts of his conversation with his mother flitted through his mind, as did concerns about their 'upcoming chat.' She was right to worry, he had to admit upon slipping into his blankets.
I'm not exactly the most attentive about things, and I do get distracted easily.
He paused in the fluffing of his pillow and, carefully, looked underneath it on the chance that there were any other hidden articles of clothing he needed to be aware of before dropping off. His heart picked up its pace, becoming anxious and uncertain as to what he might find, but as the memory of Rika's bra flashed through his mind, his penis proved a little surer and more confident, steadily rising within his pants as it swelled and hardened. There was no secret about how it felt about today. The unexpected discovery had been a treat it would not soon forget, and it would make sure Takato wouldn't forget either.
Oh man, he thought miserably, setting his pillow back down and mashing his face into it, trying to douse his imagination with utter blackness. Hormones beginning to buzz within his body excitedly caused such dreams to burn ever brighter however, offering a tantalizing image of Rika in a state of undress, her bared bra hiding her breasts from his sight. The knowing, playful smirk that graced her lips caused his length to quiver and the boy moaned softly.
Do you really want to sleep? the imaginary Rika's eyes seemed to ask him. In response, his hips shifted and the head of his penis pressed into the fabric of his underwear, eager to play. Fluid seeped out from the tip like a tear and formed a small, barely perceptible damp spot in his pants. It certainly didn't want to go to sleep just yet.
Slipping his hand inside, he took hold of his hardened member and adjusted it, settling it into a spot that he hoped would cause less friction and rolled onto his side, attempting to banish such fanciful images from his mind so he could sleep and, hopefully, feel less guilty about himself. His imagination however held the almost nude Rika before him, leaning forward temptingly, her clad breasts jutting at him in a commanding manner, demanding attention. Muscles flexed around Takato's length in response and he groaned again, grinding his teeth against the small tidbits of pleasure that moved like little fingers within him.
Come on… Don't be like this. Please…
He bit his tongue and shifted, again trying to banish the false Digimon Queen. Rika wouldn't appreciate him fantasizing about her like this, especially after he confessed to some of his other fantasies already. She had been amused about them then, but this step further…
She looked like it would hurt her, he thought, knowing how she felt about being 'gawked at' (especially where Kazu was concerned). The idea of doing something that would upset her felt awful, so he stayed his hand and clenched his eyes shut. The dream remained tantalizingly close, watching him with the cat-like playfulness that Rika always had whenever she cornered him about something. With an effort, he turned his mind towards something more appropriate. More acceptable.
His and Rika's parting kiss came to mind, and he smiled at that, relaxing into that dream happily. Kisses were good! She had liked their kiss and had seemed to want more.
I'd give her all the kisses she wanted, he thought with an exhausted sigh, the weight of the blankets pressing down on him; swaddling him with their warmth and baking into him. He thought of how her eyes had shone at him after their second kiss; how bright they had looked. Even with their first kiss, as chaste as it had been, seemed to have sparked something in her that somehow made her all the more lovely to him. Happier. It was as though she were lowering her walls and revealing her real self and she was grateful to have found someone she could do that with.
He never thought her smile could look so beautiful. Bearing that memory, he swore that whatever else happened, he would do his best to be the person she could be her true self around.
Relaxing, the world faded around him and he slipped into a dream of kisses; one where Rika took his lips into her own, embracing him enthusiastically; her fingers running through his hair. His hands rose up and cupped her face, deepening their kiss before rolling her onto her back. Violet eyes flashed mischievously as his hips pressed against her softness. How he loved this feeling; her lips pressed against his, encouraging him to be bolder; to show her all the love he had for her while she reciprocated eagerly. He accepted the challenge without question. He wanted her to feel so good! He couldn't let her down. Not when she was showing so much trust and love towards him. He dove into her, his lips tracing against her neck while running his hands along the small of her back, causing her to arch in response, pressing her hips against his. He felt her heat; its call for him to prove his metal – his worth to her as her chosen lover.
She was fully naked now and he drew back, having become likewise nude in the dream, drinking her in while his erection pulsed and twitched. Her violet eyes looked up at him in amusement and wordlessly parted her legs in open invitation. Without question, he lined himself up to her vagina and proceeded to sink into her warmth. He shuddered and groaned loudly, but his waist wouldn't slow down to accustom him to the sensation of her hot sex squeezing around him lustfully. He thrust into her, his arms wrapping themselves about her as he did so, his lips raining a flurry of butterfly kisses along Rika's jawline. She giggled silently, angling her neck to give him a better angle. Sensation drove his loins. Powerful, throbbing and building towards something he couldn't begin to describe, save through the growing force of his already ragged breathing as he sped up. His rhythm soon dissolved into an erratic bucking and his hands clenched tight around her waist. The storm-filled sensation grew about his crotch and he pressed her to him, pushing ever deeper. His mouth found her neck and bit down before burying himself into her with one final thrust. An exquisite eruption of white semen burst from his penis and he cried out, clutching Rika tightly against his chest.
Then…the dream faded, taking Rika with it and leaving the disoriented boy in the darkness of his room, bleary-eyed and gasping harshly against his pillow while his member throbbed and pulsed happily in the long-awaited release it had made in his pants. His orgasm fading, his muscles slowly unclenching and he looked about in confusion, sleep and dream both clinging stubbornly to the edges of his mind.
His gaze fell upon a pair of shining, golden eyes, watching him from the ladder with a mixture of curiosity and worry.
"Takato?" came Guilmon's questioning voice, poking the confused boy with a claw. Sleep fled in one mad retreat and a startled Takato gave a shout that echoed throughout the bakery.
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