Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Degrees of Protection ❯ Overprotected ( Chapter 3 )

Author's Note 1: We did it again.

Author's Note 2: Let's hear it for the girly blonde once again! *chuckles* I really get too much of a kick out of that. -_-;;

Note: Go read Protected first.

Romances: Koushirou/Yamato.

"What are you doing, Kou-chan?" Yamato whispered into his boyfriend's ear. Koushirou was seated in the living room of their shared apartment, his computer in pieces at his feet. He made a noncommittal sound in answer to Yamato, who wrapped his arms around him. "What're you doing?"

"Yama-chan!" Koushirou jumped, almost glaring at his gentle companion. "I'm trying to fix my computer."

"Oh." Yamato smiled, then snuggled closer to him. Koushirou snuggled back, and the blonde kissed his cheek gently. "Um, do you need me to be quiet?"

Koushirou smiled warmly at him. He had developed a huge store of patience dealing with Yamato, who seemed almost more fragile and innocent every day, as if his mind were blocking out things to protect himself for some reason. "I can finish faster if you are."

Yamato smiled, nuzzling against Koushirou's chest. "Okay." He squealed as Koushirou petted him gently on the head, and nuzzled a little more, shifting a bit closer moment by moment until he was in Koushirou's way again.

"Yama-chan." The redhead smiled gently at him. "I can't fix this if you're in the way."

"Oh. Sorry." Yamato bit his lip, then plucked at Koushirou's shirt. "I forgot."

Koushirou smiled warmly. "It's all right." Yamato didn't move an inch, however, as Koushirou cuddled him gently. He looked up at the younger man with innocent blue eyes.

"Can I have a kiss?"

His boyfriend smiled, leaned down, and kissed him gently on the lips, then chuckled as Yamato mewled like a kitten. "Are you a kitten, Yama-chan? Should I get you some catnip?" Yamato pouted and pushed away from him, and Koushirou quickly hurried to apologize. "I was just teasing you, Yama-chan. I'm sorry."

Yamato looked away. "I thought you had work to do."

"Well, you want to watch me do it, right?" Koushirou hated getting Yamato upset; he was always so adorable about it, and made him feel bad even when he really shouldn't.

The blonde just shrugged and shook his head. "Just finish what you were doing." He started away, and Koushirou started to work again on his repairs. He worked for maybe two minutes, before Yamato bounced back over and peeked over his shoulder again.

"Yama-chan!" Koushirou almost glared at him, then picked up a screwdriver and gently poked Yamato in the stomach. The blonde yelped and pulled away, sniffling. "I didn't hurt you, Yama-chan." Yamato only looked hurt, and Koushirou decided to try something else. "Yama-chan? I am having a serious ice cream craving. Could you run to the store and get me a quart of double chocolate peach?"

Yamato looked at him, disappointment flickering across his face for a moment, then smiled. "Oh. Um. Yeah. Sure." He gave Koushirou a quick hug and a kiss. "I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?"

Koushirou smiled wonderfully. Double chocolate peach was a very new, and very rare flavor to find; he did want some, but he was also certain that by the time Yamato found some and brought it back, he'd been done with his computer fixing, and could spend uninterrupted quality time with him. "I can hardly wait."

Yamato sighed softly as he got to the door of the room and let himself out of the apartment. He let out a sound that was almost like a sob, and tried to make it to the elevator. He wasn't ten steps out of the door before his legs gave out and he collapsed, curling up into a heap and crying.

I made him mad. I made him mad and he doesn't want me around, that's why he sent me off like this. It's just like before, he doesn't want me to spend any time with him at all!!

Yamato didn't know how long he'd cried, but it was only a minute or two before he felt familiar arms around him, and he cried softly into Koushirou's chest. "What's wrong, Yama-chan?" The redhead asked gently. Yamato couldn't answer right away; all he could do was cry.

"I'm sorry." He finally whispered out through his tears. "For making you mad."

"What?" Koushirou was obviously confused, and Yamato repeated himself. "You didn't." The computer genius shook his head, but Yamato knew better. He'd been through it before.

"You kicked me out so that..." Yamato shuddered again, not listening to whatever it was Koushirou was trying to say to soften the blows. "But...it's all right, it's my fault, I know that. I'll go...I'll go and get what you wanted, it's all right. I'll make it up to you, I'll be good now, I promise."

"Yama-chan." Koushirou said it firmly and lifted Yamato's chin to look at him. "I love you, Yama-chan. I love you. You want me to spend time with you, right?"

Yamato quivered in shock and fear. "I messed up, and I'm being so stupid about everything. I know you have things to do and I kept bothering you." He shook his head at Koushirou's denials. "I did. I upset you and I kept bothering you even when you told me to stop. I don't know how to keep anyone happy except for myself. That's why..."

"Yama-chan. I'm not upset."

Yamato pushed away from him and stood up. "You have things to finish, and I have to go get that ice cream for you, right?" He gave a weak fake smile.

"I'll go with you." Koushirou offered. Yamato looked confused.

"But you have to finish, right?"

Koushirou shook his head again. When he was a kid he might've accepted Yamato's offer, but these days he knew that there were things far more important than a computer. "It can wait. Nothing is more important than you, Yama-chan."

Yamato stared at him, stumbling over his words in shock. "You don't have to stop all of your plans for me."

"I don't mind." Koushirou was going to get this through Yamato's head no matter how long it took.

Yamato stared down at the floor. "I just wanted to help." He started to cry softly again. "I wanted to help you fix it."

"Then let's go get the ice cream so you can." Koushirou said simply. Yamato sniffled in confusion.

"But...how will that fix your computer?" He looked completely baffled; he knew that you did not fix a computer with ice cream. He was that much computer literate.

Koushirou smiled. "Because if we have the ice cream, we'll have something to look forward to after we've fixed it."

"Oh." Yamato looked down again. He doesn't look forward to spend time with me. Just the ice cream. He looked away to the elevator. "You know I don't like having ice cream that much."

"So we can get you something that you do like."

Yamato sighed quietly. "I just want to stay home." He squeaked a little as Koushirou gathered him into his arms, and cuddled him to him. "What...Kou-chan?"

The redhead chuckled softly. "We can't exactly have a romantic moment in the hall, Yama-chan."

Yamato blushed as Koushirou carried him inside. He leaned his head a bit to gently kiss his boyfriend's cheek and closed his eyes, perfectly comfortable. "I'm not really sure...what to do."

"Just be yourself." Koushirou advised, and Yamato stuck his tongue out playfully, all of his earlier bad mood and sorrow gone like the wind.

"I mean with the computer."

Koushirou smiled. "So I'll help you learn."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Koushirou sat him down by the computer and started to instruct his boyfriend on how it all worked. Yamato paid strict attention as Koushirou put the computer back together carefully, and started it up. "Do you understand how to do this now?"

Yamato bit his lip in thought. "I think so." He blushed some. "Could you...maybe make sure I do everything right?" Koushirou was almost certain that wasn't the only thing that Yamato wanted to ask, but let it slide for now. "Um, could you...sit with me and hold me?"

Koushirou nodded and slid behind Yamato in the chair. He gently kissed the blonde's ear, and smiled as Yamato snuggled back into him. "So?" Yamato asked nervously. "What do I do next?"

Koushirou carefully instructed him on just what to do, and the two of them worked together to get everything checked out just perfectly on it. Yamato turned to look at him some time later. "Am I done?"

"You're done." Koushirou nodded and smiled. "You just have to put the back on now." As Yamato carefully screwed it on, Koushirou watched him with pride. There was a very good mind hiding underneath the cuteness and the blonde hair, and he liked showing him how to do things. Once the back was on, Yamato turned around and put his legs around Koushirou, kissing him.

"Now we?" Yamato asked, grinning. Koushirou grinned back him, mischief in his eyes.

"Have fun." Yamato squealed at Koushirou's statement and started to kiss him gently, their tongues writhing around one another in an exotic dance. A moment or two later, Yamato pulled back, his eyes wide in shock. "Yama-chan?" Koushirou looked concernedly at him, then realized the other had been startled by his arousal.

"How are we going to play?" Yamato asked curiously. He wasn't a complete idiot; he knew what that meant, but he wasn't going to jump into things. Not unless he knew Koushirou wanted to jump in with him.

"Well..." Koushirou answered the question with kisses that trailed down Yamato like tiny pieces of fire. "What would you like to do?"

"Whatever you want to do." Yamato replied, moaning softly at how sweet and wonderful those kisses felt. Koushirou smiled at him.

"Anything with you."

Yamato blushed gently; he had never felt this loved in his entire life. "So...I guess whatever you feel like doing." He moaned softly as Koushirou's fingers danced across him in perfect counterpoint to where his lips were going. Koushirou's hands crept up gently under Yamato's shirt and stroked lightly, sending beautiful chills down the other's spine. "What are you doing to me?"

"Touching you." Koushirou answered softly. Yamato quivered, his muscles shivering underneath Koushirou's fingers.

"This isn't...how you always touch me." He quivered as Koushirou caressed him even more, his mouth falling open to welcome the redhead's tongue into it again. "I..I have no idea...what's going on. Kou-chan, please, what's going on?"

Koushirou looked into his blue eyes. "Yama-chan, I love you, and if you want, I want to make love to you."

Yamato turned the deepest shade of red that anyone had ever seen in their lives. "W-what??" Koushirou repeated it, and Yamato could hardly believe his ears. "I've never...will it hurt?"

"A little." Koushirou was honest, and Yamato shivered some, biting his lip again in nervousness. "Yes, Yama-chan?"

Yamato snuggled into him. "I'm scared...you...you wouldn't hurt me on purpose, right?"

Koushirou held him gently. "Never." He loved Yamato too much to hurt him, ever again.

Yamato snuggled into him. "Promise me you'll try to keep me from getting hurt?" Koushirou nodded, and Yamato trembled against him. "I want...to, Kou-chan." Koushirou started to kiss him again, and Yamato melted into his touch, abandoning all fear for love, for now and forever.

Yamato hummed softly as he mixed up the batter. This was going to be the best surprise ever for Koushirou, he was going to love it so much.

"Hey, gorgeous." The words came from behind him, and he jumped, turning around to try and block Koushirou from seeing what he was doing. The redhead smiled at him. "What's up?"

Yamato held his hands behind his back, looking rather sheepish. "Making something."

"Something?" Koushirou raised an eyebrow. "What kind of something?"

"Um..." Yamato hadn't really kept up most of his cooking skills, but there was one thing he could make no matter what, and he was doing it for Koushirou. "A baked something?"

"Baked something?"

Yamato nodded and smiled as he turned back to finish mixing, and blushed when Koushirou tried to peek over his shoulder. "Kou-chan, it's supposed to be a surprise."

"I'll be very surprised." Koushirou promised him. Yamato was confused.

"But how can you be surprised if you see what I'm making?" This was very confusing.

Koushirou smiled at him. "You'll see." Yamato sniffled a little; he really wanted this to be a real surprise for Koushirou. The redhead chuckled lightly. "All right. I'll go wait and be really surprised."

Yamato leaned his head back and rubbed it against Koushirou's chest. His boyfriend patted him gently on the head and smiled. "I love you, Yama-chan."

"I love you, too, Kou-chan." Yamato stood up on his toes and kissed Koushirou on the cheek very lovingly. He turned back to the counter and bit his lip, blushing a little. As Koushirou started to leave, Yamato spoke quickly. "Kou-chan? Will you...stay here with me? Protect me, maybe?"

Koushirou looked at him in surprise. "Protect you?" What could he possibly have to protect him from?

"Please?" Yamato looked hopefully at him. "Like you used to?" Koushirou nodded, and Yamato hurried over to throw his arm around the redhead's waist, looking for all the world as if he was never going to let go again. He rested his head on Koushirou's chest happily. "You used to always have me in your arms and always have me in your sight. You were always holding me, always watching me, always keeping me warm, always kept everything from hurting me. I liked that."

"So did I, Yama-chan." Koushirou murmured, holding him gently. Yamato looked up at him.

"I liked how safe that always made me feel and how important and special it made me feel." Yamato gazed up at him, all his love in those sapphire eyes. "I never told you that, did I? Never told you how much I appreciated everything you did for me, all of the things like that which helped me get through every day." Koushirou shook his head, and Yamato buried his face in his boyfriend's shirt, enjoying being so close to him. "This is even better than brownies." He murmured, the sound almost totally muffled by how close he was to his lover.

Koushirou smiled down at him. "You should probably put those on to bake."

Yamato looked up at him, then slapped his hands over his mouth, looking like a little kid who had let a secret slip by accident. "I wasn't supposed to let you know yet!"

"I said I would be surprised, and I will be." Koushirou promised. "Trust me."

Yamato grabbed his boyfriend's right hand in both of his and started to tug him towards the counter. He wrapped himself up in Koushirou's arms and smiled up at him. "When was the last time I made brownies for you?" He looked at the mess on the counter; twenty or more ingredients for his made from scratch brownies.

Koushirou thought for a moment. "Back when we were first dating. My nineteenth birthday."

"It's been too long then." Yamato snuggled back into him. "That was months before we..." He trailed off, not wanting to think about the horrible 'not with Kou-chan' time. "Kou-chan, could you get me the pan for these? I can't quite reach up there."

Koushirou smiled; by the time they'd all finished growing, he'd wound up taller than Yamato. He reached up and carefully pulled the pan down and put it on the counter as Yamato slipped away to the fridge. "There you go, Yama-chan."

"Thank you, Kou-chan." Yamato hurried back over there and poured the batter into the pan, then slid it into the oven and turned around. Koushirou smiled at him.

"You're so good in the kitchen." Koushirou could cook, some things, but nothing like Yamato. The blonde grabbed his hand again and tugged him into the living room, pushing him gently towards the couch. They snuggled for a moment before Yamato leaped up to his feet again.

"Oh! I almost forgot!"

"Hm?" Koushirou was surprised as Yamato leaped out of his lap and ran back into the kitchen, then came back in with a tray of some kind, concealing it with his body the best he could.

The blue-eyed blonde carefully displayed the tray once he got over to him. "I made these for you." He showed Koushirou what he had: a tray of homemade chocolates, truffles, fudge, and all manner of sweet things. Koushirou's eyes went wide and soft with love.

"Oh, Yama-chan..." The surprise was more than evident, it was practically blinding.

Yamato sat the tray down on the table and sat in Koushirou's lap, nuzzling gently. "I love you." He squealed softly as Koushirou returned the salute, and then grabbed a truffle, holding it for Koushirou to take a bite and proclaim it delicious. "I wanted to make everything up to you. And to show you how much I appreciate everything you've done for me, everything you've made me feel."

Koushirou smiled at him. "Thank you, Yama-chan."

"And I wanted to thank you for being so good to me, and for protecting me the way you do. For keeping em so safe. I love you so much. I'm so irrevocably in love with you."

The two of them snuggled together, eating the chocolate treats and murmuring soft words of love and compassion and heartfelt wonder to each other for several minutes, until Yamato had to go get the brownies out of the oven. Once they were a little cooled off, he started to cut them up, and placed the first and biggest one on a plate. He retrieved a carton of vanilla ice cream from the freezer and carefully doled out one scoop on the brownie, then added homemade chocolate topping as well, then with two spoons in tow, carried it out to Koushirou with a smile.

The redhead stared at it in surprise, almost visibly drooling, and smiled at him. "That looks...wow!"

Yamato's smile brightened by several magnitudes. "You like?" As Koushirou nodded, the blonde sat it beside the tray and tugged Koushirou's hand to join him. He scooped some of the treat up into a spoon and held it up for his boyfriend, who nibbled it lightly

"Delicious. Just like you, Yama-chan."

Yamato blushed at the compliment, then snuggled into him. "Thank you, Kou-chan, for everything. Thank you for protecting me, for loving me..." He scrunched up his nose and laughed. "I sound like a sappy love song!"

His boyfriend smiled at him. "What's wrong with a sappy love song?"

"Nothing." Yamato grinned. "As long as I don't sound like one. But, thank you, really, for protecting me, for loving me. For everything." He kissed Koushirou's cheek again. "Love you forever and ever.

Koushirou smiled brightly. "Love you always."