Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ A Little Holiday Cheer ❯ A Little Holiday Cheer ( Chapter 1 )

Me: Hey there! Happy Christmas!
Tommy: Merry Christmas. Hey, wait, it's still September.
Me: Heh heh, so we're posting early! Besides, who knows how long it'll take before someone reads it?
Tommy: Probably three years.
Me: Thanks for the vote of confidence! You know, maybe they'll find it right away!
Tommy: Don't get your hopes up.
Me: *Sigh* Always my number one fan.
Tommy: *Grin* Always.
Me: Aren't you forgetting something?
Tommy: *Blank Stare* Oh yeah! She doesn't own neither the original story or the characters of Digimon…she's just gross.
Me: *Sarcasm* Nice.
Tommy: So if you're totally against underage, brother-on-brother, homoerotic action, then please, leave before you gag.
Me: …

----*--*----*--*--*----*--*--*----*--*--*----*--*--*----*- -*--*----*--*--*----*--*--*----*--*--*----

A Little Holiday Cheer

“Goodbye, guys. Have a safe journey home. Good night. Merry Christmas!”

TK continued to wave as the last of his friends, his fellow Digi-Destined, smiled as the elevator doors shut. At last he was certain his friends were on their way, and he walked back down the hall and through the door to his home, making his way to the living room.

The living room, albeit nearly bare, was part of the comfortably small apartment that he and his older brother, Matt, shared. They had been living together so ever since Matt had graduated high school and had begun University, working part-time at the grocery store down the street, and of course, the occasional gig with his band mates on the side.

Once he reached the living room, he smiled at the sight of Matt reclined over the couch cushions. The couch, the television, and the small table it rested on, were just about the only things in the room. When he felt the other's presence, Matt opened his eyes to take in the sight of his younger brother standing at the entrance to the room.

“Hey there, kid,” he replied sleepily. “That was one hell of a party, eh?”

TK looked around at the state of the living room. “Sou deshta ne,” he agreed.

-*-We Interrupt this broadcast for..-*-

Update as of February 2005: A big thanks to Anton, who has provided me with the past tense of “It is, isn't it?” which is sou deshta ne. I had planned, however, to leave it as 'sou desu ne', in my text merely as a tribute to my once-ignorance, but decided, hey what the hell? Thank you, Anton, and may you have good waves this year!

-*-And now back to your regularly scheduled program...-*-


“I think even Joe was having a good time.”

Matt smiled. “Hey, did you see what happened between Yolei and Ken?”

TK shook his head.

“Ken offered to bring her a drink, and she agreed, after about ten minutes of her babbling about something, so he went off and brought her one, but he tripped on the way over.”

TK bit his lower lip.

“Yeah,” Matt said, noting the look. “It spilled all over Yolei.”

“Was she mad?”

Matt gave him a bizarre look. “No, that's the odd thing. She just shrugged and said, `I never liked this shirt anyways.' Ken was so embarrassed he gave her his sweater to wear.”

TK vaguely noted that when Ken and Yolei left, Ken had been minus one thing he couldn't place and that Yolei was plus one thing he couldn't point out. He smiled and focused back on Matt.

“I really think that out of all of us, they're going to be the ones who get together.”

Matt shrugged. “Do you really think so?”

“Yeah.”

Neither one of them voiced any opinions concerning either Sora, nor Kari. There was a soft sort of pause between them, the two brothers merely taking in one another's aspects.

They looked nearly the same: slender and tall, both with dirty blonde hair, thought Matt's was longer than TK's, and eyes of a brilliant blue. However, it was their eyes that most told them apart. Matt's eyes gave him a sharper and sexier look, while TK's ever-large eyes gave him the appearance of innocence and youth.

It wasn't until TK gave him /the/ smile, though, that Matt knew it was all just a pretense. Underneath it all, Matt was much more the innocent and shy type, seeming to regress as the years moved on from his bold and cocky Digi-Destined days, while TK had outgrown his shy and emotional youth, evolving into a sweet boy with an incredibly perverted mind.

Or at least, when it came to him.

Not that he was complaining, mind you.

Matt returned the smile and he watched as his younger brother made his way slowly towards him, divesting of both his shoes and socks somehow along the way. He shifted up onto his elbows as TK settled his weight into his lap, a leg on each side of his waist.

TK smiled sweetly and reached out his hands, strumming his fingers against Matt's temples. Increasing his pressure, TK moved his fingers back into Matt's hair, massaging the stress of the day out inch by inch. Matt sighed at TK's touch and leaned his head back. TK accepted the invitation and leaned over to place butterfly kisses along Matt's throat and jaw line.

“Poor Matt,” TK said. “Cooking all day and partying all night.”

“Hn, well…” Matt choked out, almost too relaxed to speak. “If you had learned to cook when I tried to teach you, I wouldn't have been cooking alone.”

“Or at all,” TK said. “We nearly burnt the kitchen down last time.”

“You mean you almost burned the kitchen down,” Matt said, his brow furrowing. “It was going fine, and would have, if you hadn't…oh gods!”

TK had begun to shift his weight slowly over Matt's groin, at the same time licking along the curve of Matt's neck.

“If you weren't…/doing that!/” Matt finally got out.

“Doing what?” TK asked, feigning innocence.

Matt opened his eyes to glare at him. “You know what you did. For goodness' sake, you're doing it now!”

TK pouted, upping the wattage to `Full Sizzle.' “You want me to stop? I will…if you want.”

Matt glared at his brother. That scintillatingly enticing tone and that pout, obviously one of TK's best, made a deadly combination for the vulnerable Matt. And indeed, Matt's glare didn't last long. He let his head drop back onto the couch with a sigh, and TK grinned.

He leaned down and lightly kissed Matt on the forehead. “It's okay, Matt,” TK whispered, “I'll make it up to you.”

Both TK's words and the tone set Matt's body burning with a shivery, tingling sensation.

He closed his eyes when TK began to kiss him, on his eyelids, the tip of his nose, all over his face. Everywhere but his lips. Matt moved his head, in hopes of catching TK's lips, but to no avail.

“Uh-uh, don't move,” came TK's voice.

He continued in his administrations, slowly licking the outline of one of Matt's ears, and then the other. He only got halfway done with the other, however, before Matt pulled away, crushing his shoulder against it to protect it from TK's dangerous tongue.

“Don't do that,” Matt said, his voice a breathy whisper. “You know I can't stand that.”

TK smirked a bit but complied with Matt's request and he continued kissing along Matt's neck and collarbone, slowly unbuttoning the black shirt Matt was wearing. TK kissed each patch of pale skin as it was uncovered, leaving a wet trail to cool in the cold winter air, making Matt shiver. TK unbuttoned the last button just above Matt's bellybutton and he proceeded to French kiss it.

Matt couldn't contain the sensation and he laughed as he tried to shake TK off. “Jesus, TK,” he finally broke. “I can't breathe. Stop that or I'll faint.”

TK sat up and shrugged. “I guess I can find others ways to make you breathless.”

Matt was very nearly shaking with anticipation. He sat up when TK motioned for him to, and allowed himself to be stripped of the shirt. He then watched, amused, as TK twisted in his perch to untie and remove his shoes, and then tug off his socks. That being done, TK turned back to face Matt. He gave him a small smile before scooting down Matt's legs. He quickly unbuttoned, then unzipped, Matt's pants and began to tug them off. Matt lifted his hips and watched as TK slid them down his legs, underneath his own legs, and then completely off of him.

Matt had to concur, TK knew how to undress someone, no matter how they were positioned. Just watching him reminded Matt of the time he and TK had taken the train out to visit their grandmother one summer. He never would have imagined that that tiny bathroom could hold two people, or that TK could have undressed him so quickly, or that TK was so flexible…

He was brought back to the moment when TK began to tug at the elastic band on his boxers. In less than a minute, those, too, were forgotten. Now he laid bare, lying under his still fully clothed brother, who he fully expected to strip down to his natural state as well.

However, TK did no such thing. Resituating himself in Matt's lap, he reached out with his hands again and began to massage the firm muscles of Matt's chest, shoulders and arms. After a moment, he ran his hands along Matt's sides and leaned over, taking one of Matt's nipples between his teeth, biting it gently and teasing it with his tongue, pulling soft moans from Matt.

After a moment, TK left one and moved to the other, his hands now far down enough to knead at Matt's firm ass.

God damn, Matt thought. How can he be this good? Who the hell taught him? It this just an animalistic instinct? Carnal knowledge he was born with? He's barely done anything and I'm about ready to explode!

TK began to shift his groin against Matt's again, his own hardness beginning to join Matt's as he listened to his brother moan.

//Oh Matt,\\ TK thought, //what you do to me…\\

“Damn it, TK!” Matt suddenly shouted, startling the both of them. “If you don't get out of those clothes right now, I'm going to rip them off you and screw you through the wall!”

TK laughed when he fully comprehended Matt's outburst. “Patience, itoshii,” TK said, but he himself had little patience left.

Sitting up, he began to take off his shirt. He was vaguely surprised to find that he barely had enough time to pull the shirt over his head before he found Matt glued to one of his nipples. He moaned as Matt's insistent hands began to unhook his belt buckle, all the while suckling on his chest to make even his own skills seem pale in comparison.

And who was he to say otherwise? It was Matt himself that taught TK the tricks of his tongue, though he never seemed to realize it.

TK's breath caught when Matt slipped a hand inside his pants to grip his throbbing arousal. Slowly, tortuously, Matt slid his hand up and down, and TK struggled to keep from falling over. Gathering his strength, TK pulled away from Matt and slid his pants and boxers completely off. He stood in front of Matt, as naked as a jaybird, but he didn't move back to Matt. He merely stood there, allowing Matt to look him over. It was all his could do to keep the smirk from his face when Matt's eyebrow twitched.

“Un-/less/ you want to suddenly find yourself in Mrs. Orimoto's /kitchen/, I suggest you get over here--/right now./”

“Screw me through the wall, will you?”

TK choked back a laugh and he took a step back as Matt swung his legs off the couch to sit up.

“So that was a real threat?” TK smiled teasingly at his brother.

Matt gave him another glare and TK's play crumbled. In one smooth motion, he slid back into Matt's lap and wrapped his arms around Matt's neck. He breathed in Matt's scent before moving again.

“You smell so good, Matt,” he breathed.

Matt didn't answer, but he began digging around in the sofa cushions and TK laughed.

“I can't believe you keep that there,” he said. “I didn't occur to me until now that any of our guests tonight might have found it. Jesus, would that have been a scene…I wonder who'd be more shocked.”

Matt paused and they looked at each other.

“Joe,” they said at the same time.

Then Matt pulled his hand out and waved the small bottle of lubrication at TK.

“Well, they didn't, did they? /I/ found it.”

TK grinned. “Are you going to put it to good use?”

“That depends on you.”

“Hmmm,” TK said, feigning compliance as he raised himself up. “Then I guess I have no choice but to hand you the reigns.”

Matt smirked. Hand over the reigns? What, with TK still trying to gain the upper hand, even while being dominated? He didn't complain though as TK stood up on his knees and drew one leg up. Lubing his fingers well, Matt began to rhythmically stretch TK.

TK groaned at the strange mixture of pain and pleasure, though it was certainly more pleasure than pain. Much time had passed since he and Matt had first made love and they knew each other's bodies like they knew their own. TK's chest was level with Matt's mouth, and Matt didn't pass up the opportunity to suckle on his nipple again.

TK's hands tightened on Matt's shoulders and he slowly moved them up to Matt's face. Leaning down, he began to kiss Matt all over his face. As he did, he gazed in amazement at his brother's beauty, both inner and outer.

Matt was beginning to touch that place inside him and all of TK's love for his brother, throughout the years and even more so now that they had become lovers, coursed through him, trying to drown him in their warm waves, and TK gladly succumbed to them. His hormones took over and he felt overcharged with energy.

“Matt!” he suddenly shouted, causing Matt to look up in surprise. TK looked down at him through bright and eager eyes. “Matt, Matt, Matt,” he said, nearly incoherently. “No more, no more. Just do it. Oh, gods, please! Do it! Screw me through the wall, anything! Just--”

That was just too hot. While TK talked, Matt passed a well-lubed fist over his own erection, then he gripped TK's hips and lowered him down onto him. They both gasped as TK settled down completely. One connection of their eyes and TK began the motion, raising his hips and lowering them. It took only a second for Matt to respond, and soon they were moving at an almost erratic pace.

“/Ahh, ahh,/” TK uttered in a sexy breathless sort of voice. “/Matt…/”

TK leaned over and kissed Matt firmly on the lips, his hands grabbing and pulling at any part of Matt's body it could. He trailed his kisses along Matt's jaw line and he couldn't help but suppress a wide grin when he found his mouth level to Matt's earlobe. He flicked out his tongue and licked just the tip of it.

Matt's breath caught in his throat in surprise. “TK…” he warned.

TK just grinned and did it one more time before completely taking the lobe in his mouth and sucking on it. Matt went into overdrive. He gripped TK's willowy hips and began to raise him up and then slam him down. The harder sensation caused TK to groan, sending vibrations along his ear, prodding him into an even greater fury.

Matt couldn't control himself when TK sucked on his earlobe, but he knew TK did it because he loved it when he was rough. Which he usually was, anyways. Matt's quiet personality was always overridden when he was confronted with his younger brother.

There was just something about TK that caused him to become completely feral.

TK was moving with a vengeance now, having long since given up on Matt's ear to let out the fevered, high-pitched moans of pleasure. He groaned at one particularly deep penetration and he fiercely hugged Matt to him.

“Matt, Matt,” he panted. It was a prayer all his own, sent up to the goddess of love and returned three times fold. “Matt…gods yes, harder! Ah…harder! /Ahh, do it, Matt!/”

Matt himself was lost in his own nirvana. Nothing but the hot and delicious friction between his brother and he existed. Only TK's hot words and the sound of his own frantic breathing reached his ears. But suddenly his eyes flew open when he felt his brother's lips make contact with his. It was all he needed to push him into the space beyond. Giving it all the last of his strength, Matt surged his hips upward, repeatedly striking against TK's prostate, causing TK to scream, his orgasm tearing through him.

Feeling TK's body tense up, watching the look of total abandon on his cherubic face, and listening to the lovely distortion of his own name in TK's last scream was just too much. Gripping TK's ass with a bruising force, Matt pulled him down harshly onto his own arousal and let loose. He closed his eyes and allowed the sensation free reign in his body. He felt limp and drained, of energy and of all bodily fluids.

TK pressed his languid body up against Matt, his arms around Matt's relaxed shoulders. For a long moment, neither of them moved, but then Matt spoke.

“I love you, TK.”

TK smiled into Matt's neck and tried not to scream. Every time Matt said the words unspeakable happiness crashed through him. Taking a deep breath, he pulled away to look at his beautiful older brother. He admired him, sweaty with spent passion as he was. He loved the way Matt looked afterwards, his eyes shone brighter than ever and his blonde hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, his half-smile was weak, but very satisfied. Satisfaction was what TK lived for, Matt's pleasure was his.

Matt reached up and delicately kissed TK's lips. “You look happy,” he said, half-smugly.

TK laughed. “Well, Christmas is coming.”

Matt smirked, full-power back. “Hn, give me five minutes, and Christmas won't be the only thing coming.”

TK smiled at him. The smile. “Now you've promised, you better keep it.”

“Baby,” Matt said as he lifted TK from the couch, “this is one promise I can't wait to keep.”

Then the two of them made their way to their cozy, warm bed. Outside, the night melted away into the dawn, but snow never stopped falling dreamily from the vast sky.

Indeed, Christmas had finally come. And so had TK.

----*--*----*--*--*----*--*--*----*--*--*----*--*--*----*--*-- *----*--*--*----*--*--*----*--*--*----

Me: Thank you for reading!
Tommy: Thank you.
Me: By the way, “Sou desu, ne” means “It is, isn't it?” I don't know the past tense forms of Japanese, so I couldn't write “It was, wasn't it.” So, it's probably wrong tense, but I don't care. The reason I wrote it was because I just learned the phrase in my Japanese lessons and I was so psyched about it that I had to use it.
Tommy: Moron…