Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Mentality ❯ One-Shot

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Author's Note:

I don't believe it. I am actually going to write my very first
THREESOME fic. I am sooooo excited ::jumping up and down:: Whew....now
that I got that out of my system, I have to say that this is something
of been thinking about for a while, but never really knew how to
begin. Well, after a real strange dream this is what came out. Since I
kinda have my editor backed up with work (mean author, I know), I
decided to edit this myself, so any spelling and/or grammar errors are
mine and mine alone.

Before I shut up, I would like to dedicate this to the Queen of
Threesomes....Ashna. If you haven't read her Cheesecake Series (I
don't know anyone who hasn't) then you are really missing out!!!

Disclaimer: I don't Digimon and if I did I can tell you that it sure
wouldn't be playing on Fox Kids!!! ^_^

Title: Mentality

Author: dream-chan

Rating: R (swearing and sexual innuendo)

Email: dream_chan@hotmail.com

Sweaty bodies, bright lights, loud music...the stuff that great clubs
are made of. Gyrating limbs along with the beat, a leather clad Ishida
Yamato closed his eyes, enjoying what was shaping up to be a great
time. The positive energy of the place was off the charts and he was
definitely taking advantage of this little sabbatical from the tour
life, happy to be away from the stress that comes with being a
rock-star in training.

Looking towards the D.J. stand he could see the trademark goggles that
belonged to his friend Daisuke, as he bopped his head while he mixed
songs, trying to keep the crowd hype. It's funny that they were
friends, seeing how a few years ago they could barely stay in the same
room without wanting to rip each other to bits. Thank God for alcohol
and stupid party games.

Taking a cursory glance around the place, he was not surprised to see
Daisuke's boyfriend, Ichijouji Ken sitting at the bar, chatting it up
with the handsome bartender, while also keeping an eye on his
energetic lover.

~ I remember those days...~ he thought, when arms wrapping tightly
around him suddenly interrupted him.

"Hey Yama", a honeyed voice purred behind him, causing a shiver to run
down the young musician's back.

"Hey baby", he replied, trying to repress the moan that wanted to
escape his lips as the body behind him came in close contact with his
own.

Hands began roaming across his chest, stopping to caress areas that
had a delicious effect on his lower regions. "Are you enjoying
yourself?" the person asked huskily, the innuendo being extremely
clear.

With a smirk, he replied back lazily, "Yeah, but not as much as I
could be," this being followed by him pressing himself closer to the
warm body, wanting to get things started right then and there.

A low chuckle was heard as the person pushed Yama just out of reach.
"Maybe later, but now we dance."

"Spoilsport." was all he said, as he resumed to show everyone his
dancing skills. Soon both boys were lost in the euphoric feeling of
the club atmosphere. About twenty minutes had passed, before Yamato
began to notice that he was extremely hot, and all of it was not due
to his clothing.

Wrapping an arm around a damp neck, he pulled his boyfriend's head
close to him, brushing his hand through thick, silky hair. "I can't
take much more of this teasing ya know?" he breathed, leaning back
into the heat behind him.

"Aww...is Yama-baby frustrated?" the boy teased, loving the reaction
from the blonde.

"Damn straight! So, are you going to do something about it?" he
challenged, hoping that would push his lover out of his teasing mood.

"Patience...believe me, it will be worth it."

"It better be," Yamato muttered, slightly upset that his plans were
being derailed for the time being.

With a little tsk, his companion reprimanded him. "Now, don't be like
that. C'mon let me but you a drink, and then we can get outta here to
have our own little party. Sound good?"

"Yep, but forget the drink. We're leaving now!" he yelled, getting a
firm hold on a tanned wrist, while using his body to make a path to
the door. Finally outside the club, Yamato hailed a passing taxi, not
wanting to take the longer subway ride.

When they entered the car, Yamato was all set to tell the driver the
quickest way to his apartment, until Taichi beat him to it, giving the
driver his address instead.

Settling back into the seats, Yamato wrapped his arms around the other
man, breathing in the smell that was uniquely Taichi.

"Why are we going to your place?" he said placing kisses on his
boyfriend's neck.

"I have something for you..." Tai trailed off,

"Oh really?" Yamato asked, a small smile blooming on his lean
features.

"Yes, I do. Now behave yourself, before we get thrown out."

"I'll try," Yamato said teasingly, moving his hands up and down the
other's thigh.

Once the door was closed and locked, they began to make out in
earnest. Arms and lips came together, heightening the tension between
the two.

"Stupid pants..." he muttered heatedly, pissed at this distraction.

"That's what you get when you dress like that, but I must say that I
am impressed...very impressed," the young man told him licking his
lips in appreciation.

Yamato had stopped fighting the tight leather pants to look at the
bishounen in front of him, following the cleaver tongue, and
immediately felt his pants tighten at what that tongue would do to him
in a couple of minutes.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" the blonde accused the
darker-skinned bishounen, getting more worked up by the second.

"I was just trying to give you some motivation. Did it work?" one
eyebrow rose in question.

"You are really sadistic."

"I learned from the best. Now hurry up before I change my mind..."
Taichi threatened, turning towards the bedroom.

"Y-y-you wouldn't?!?" he stuttered, not quite believing that a person
could be so evil.

"Do you really want to find out? Besides, I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?"

"That would destroy the whole purpose of it being a surprise. Now stop
with the yapping and start pulling. I'll be waiting in the bedroom,"
and with that he walked down the hallway, leaving Yamato to deal with
the problem on his own.

~This is the last time I ever wear leather when I'm trying to get
laid.~ he promised, finally ridding himself of the bothersome pants.

Walking down the hallway, he became more excited with each step. As he
got closer to his lover's room, he heard faint moaning.

~Looks like he started without me~ he thought amusedly, opening the
door to join in on the action.

However, when he opened the door, he got more of a surprise than he
bargained for.

There was Taichi, his Chi-chan, in bed with another man...and not just
any man, but someone they both considered a friend.

Kido Jyou.

"What in ALL FUCKING HELL is GOING ON?" he roared, trying to make
sense of what was in front of his face.

Breaking off the heated kiss, Taichi turned around and said in a weak
voice. "Surprise.."

"DAMMIT TAICHI !" he screamed, stomping his foot in extreme annoyance.

"Cut down the volume Yama. You don't want to wake the neighbors, do
you?" Taichi replied nonchantly, ignoring the extremely irate man
standing in front of the bed, pulling up the blankets to cover his bed
companion and himself.

Feeling rage thrumming through his veins, Yamato began to tap his foot
impatiently. "Well, I'm waiting for an explanation" he bit out
forcefully, crossing his arms across his gleaming chest.

With a deep sigh, Taichi began fulfill his lover's request. "Well,
since you've been gone, I've been doing some thinking and I realized
that I've been selfish..."

"How you figure that?" Yamato asked snidely, glancing back and forth
between lover and friend, his sapphire eyes burning with a cold fire.

"Remember when you told me long ago how you wondered being part of a
threesome felt, and I accused you of leaving me and all that other
bullshit," Taichi explained, hoping that Yama wouldn't freak out.

"Yeah," he replied warily, wondering where this conversation was
leading.

"Well, while you were on tour I was thinking what I could do to make
your homecoming best ever."

"So this is what you thought about?"

"C'mon Yama," Taichi crooned, rising from the bed to embrace his lover
"I just wanted to make one of your fantasies come true," he told him,
placing kisses around his jaw line.

"And you're fine with this?" Yama asked the bluenette still wrapped in
the electric blue coverlet.

"Why wouldn't I be? I've always had feelings for both of you at one
point or another. I figure this is a win-win situation." Jyou said
calmly, for once not acting like the over anxious young man he knew
for so long.

"So now what do you say, `Mato? Are you still mad?" Taichi asked
quietly, his amber eyes glinting with unshed tears.

Yamato just stood there for a few moments, thinking about the
situation seriously. Here he was, naked with two people that he cared
about, each offering to make one of his dreams come true.

This was a no-brainer.

With a kiss on the forehead, Yamato accepted the present that Taichi
and Jyou were giving him. "Thanks Chi-chan...you too Jyou" he added
on, focusing his attention on the current pre-med student.

"Anytime koibito," Taichi replied happily, speaking for both men.
Jumping back in the bed, Taichi pulled Jyou into a kiss that made the
air around them heat up exponentially. Standing there, Yamato could
see the pleasure that was being shared between the two and oddly was
turned on by the moans and whimpers they were creating between them.

Pulling away from Taichi, Jyou turned a heavy-lidded gaze towards his
soon to be lover and asked breathlessly, "So are you coming or just
stand there all night?"

With a lust filled gaze directed at the two men lying on the bed,
Yamato advanced and gave both a predatory grin.

"Let the games begin."

The end?

Well, what do you think? Should it end here or should I go that extra
lemony step (even though that will be the first time that I do) Just
let me know in that handy dandy lil' review box by clicking on the
button below. Thanx!! ^_^