Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Haunted, Things Never Said ❯ Two ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Enter chapter two. A bit of a rehashing, but you'll see why...
Heh heh heh.

Everything was still dark. The morphine - no it wasn't morphine. What was it? Well, whatever it happened to be, it felt good - dripped steadily into his veins. He should be out - still asleep. The surgery had passed fine and now the brown haired man - minus one appendix - lay in bed, musing clever and languid thoughts through his mind. But - why? Why was he awake?

Something rustled by the door, and Tai squinted. Hmm? Someone else was here? Crap. He wanted to be alone - bask in his luck of having a double room and no annoying person to share it with. Maybe it was just maintenance and they'd go away if he kept quiet. Or fell back asleep. Yeah.

"Do you still like me?" Huh? It was whispered, but Tai could hear it coasting across the stale room. Was the person speaking to him? Fuck that, he wasn't going to talk back to some stupid, crazy, annoying person.
"You liked me in high school, didn't you?" This was starting to freak him out, and he was about to open his cottony mouth to tell the guy to ef off, when-
"So, do you still like me?" That- that sounded almost like Matt. Huh? So Taichi kept his mouth quiet, studying the place partly shrouded by his 'privacy' curtain that was occupied by what he now figured were two people. He heard a chorus of soft, slightly liquid sounds and then something that shot his eyes wide open - tranquilizers be damned.

"I need to have you, just this once. When I... when I saw you back there for the first time in years, I... I knew..." Yamato's dead ringer pushed the other body back against the door, producing more of what were now louder, muffled kisses and moans.
And Tai kept his mouth shut. This might be good...

"I'm yours for ten minutes." Hello.

Not that Yagami was a voyeur, no- well, not really. But, this would be a crime to interrupt. His - highly attractive and lithe - best friend getting it on in a hospital with a mysterious, dark body. Ah, the rewards of indiscriminate sex.
The other, clothed in a white doctor's coat - that much was plain - led Matt over to the other bed. Thank the kami that it wasn't his they chose...

A doctor, eh? Congrats, Yamato.

The doctor lay on the bed, and Tai tilted his head with delicate care not to make a sound. They were past the half-pulled divider curtains now, and he couldn't believe how great his clandestine vantage point was. Oh, and how he was hard.
"No, not this way." Matt stepped back and pulled his lover to his feet. What was going on? Were they leaving so soon? Tai's eyes wandered up to the now visible face of the other man. He gasped out loud, missing his chance to stifle himself. They were too busy to notice, but- wholly fuck!

Jyou?!

Kido!?!

The stiff length between Tai's legs twitched, and he was completely surprised. He'd never even imagined Jyou like this but now it was right in front of his face. If he remembered correctly, he was never attracted to the older boy, but...

He curled his toes in anticipation. They can't leave now, they just can't! He felt a burning rush of desire run through him, and as Matt laid on the bed, he couldn't help but glide his own fingers over himself.
"I want you like this." Matt drew Jyou tight against him with his legs. Matt was... Matt was going to...?

Wow. Tai licked his lips absent mindedly, watching as the blonde put himself on the delicate, receiving end. His mind was a blank - why would Yamato do that?
He suddenly imagined himself standing in Jyou's place, preparing himself for the unbelievable honor that was Yamato's utter submission. It disturbed him - why did he want that? Why did he feel that way for someone that was closer than a brother?
Yamato reached up to pull Jyou's faced down, licking up his nose and pulling off his trademark glasses.
"I figured they were safer over there." Once the precious glasses were gone, Matt slid his hands under Jyou's uniform. The doctor craned his head back, shuddering when those thing gingers hit two sensitive nubs. Tai closed his eyes, imagining Matt doing that to him... Imagining doing that to Jyou...
The doctor violently pressed his hips into Matt in response, and Tai opened his eyes to watch as the husky voice hit his ears.
"Oh, I see... So that's how you want it..." Even in his passive position, Matt was undeniably in control. Yamato's arms and hands worked and Tai knew exactly what was happening despite the fact that he couldn't see it. He wrapped his fingers around himself as Jyou spoke incomprehensibly. Oh, Matt...
The pants Jyou wore fell to the floor and were closely followed by the tight jeans the blonde lived in.

Tight jeans? Why had he noticed that? Had he always noticed the way they were like a second skin, hugging his perfect form? When had this started and why was he just now realizing it?

But then nothing. Tai recognized it immediately - a lack of action on Jyou's part. But why? Because he was afraid of hurting Matt or afraid of letting himself feel the pleasure? The tension was building for Tai and if not for his post-surgery weakness...

"Jyou?" Matt's soft voice cut in.
"Hmm? ...Don't we... need..."
"No... No, no, no don't worry, I'm fine." Really? Matt was either shit-thick or too macho or too- experienced? The thought crossed his mind, but he couldn't bring himself to think that about him. Matt reached up and kissed Jyou deeply, reassuring him.
"I'm fine... Take me - like I've always wanted you to."

Wow. Again. Tai twitched and began stroking himself, giving in to the pressure, tingling sensations burning up his spine at those words. If he felt this way hearing that, imagine how Jyou must feel...
The man standing on the tile floor began to work his way forward. Tai's heart beat faster - this was it - but he stopped. Hesitant. Like he expected anything less from the bearer of Reliability.
"I'm fine..." The words were gritted out, half angry. No, impatient. And Matt drove himself around Jyou - taking away everyone's breath.
Jyou weakened then, helplessly withdrawing and returning in a pulsating bass rhythm to the warm, satiny source of his joy. Tai mimicked the beautiful melody, watching the slender sweaty bodies move with each other. This was too perfect, and he stared enraptured and hazy-eyed as Matt began to build, arching his neck and back at the intensity. The singer's mouth opened and closed silently, and if coursing through odes and arias to this moment.
Sing for me Matt. Sing to me. He was jealous of Jyou, getting to be inside someone so paramountly perfect. He was jealous of Matt, getting to be the object of so much love and earnest attention.

And the proximity of their intensity - moans - gasps - was killing him.

Jyou reached down and coiled his soft fingers around Matt, pushing him selflessly towards climax. Tai knew what was in the dark-haired man's heart with every movement he made, despite the casual environment of their situation. Oh, Jyou... His heart, his thighs, tightened.
And Tai too, rolled his eyes back in his head - gasping for air - as the pair's passion exploded around them.
"Jyou-" It was Yamato's strangled cry that drove the doctor harder and faster, made Tai lightheaded.
"Yamato..." And the whispered, breathless echo.

They lay like that, Jyou bent over Matt's chest, normally tame hair falling in his face. They were gripping each other tightly, staring at the way the other panted and sighed in the afterglow. Tai felt his heart sink - yearn - he ached to be one or the other... Anyone, as long as he shared that embrace. Matt sat up to meet Jyou's open lips, kissing him softly and slowly. Jyou stood, moving out of the way as Yamato picked up his jeans and put them on. The doctor traded places and sat where Yamato had, watching as the blonde returned to his side and kissed him firmly this time. Matt's fingers rested on his chin, fondling the little bit of stubble slowly, sadly. He rubbed his thumb over his cheekbone, as if wiping away something.

Jyou wasn't crying? Was he...? Well, why not...

The tender gesture nearly brought tears to Tai's eyes as well. Matt stared at him one long, last time and walked out the door.

Jyou, still half bare, sat staring after him in the svelte, silky wake he left. His ribs moved up and down, sighing heavily, else the room was silent again.
He got up, half mournfully and put his pants back on. Soon, Tai was once again alone.

Lacking a source of concentration, the painkiller won. He slipped back into a peaceful, drug-induced sleep. There were two names on his lips.
"Jyou... Yama..."

EH: Yes, this has gone the way of so many of Odie Kaiba's Yu-gi-oh threesomes.
Yamato: You admit to reading those?!
EH: Yeah! She's so great and such a wonderful writer and-
Tai: Boy, in comparison, you sure do suck.
EH: Quiet, you. I just need to say that I got this idea from an episode of Scrubs.
Tai: And you had to put that down, why?
EH: Because I love Scrubs and think that JD and the doc would make SUCH a cute couple.
All: <gasps in shock>
Jyou: ...You make me sick. And I happen to be in THIS!