Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Romanced ❯ Five ( Chapter 5 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Disclaimer: All of you know that I don't own Digimon, Digimon is Akiyoshi Hongo's creation and I don't know who else. This is yaoi (boyxboy), Taito, Kensuke (sort of), Yamaken and Taisuke.

Romanced by Wormmonsoul

part 1 Coming of Christmas
chapter 5

Naturally, it was Taichi's silly idea to have a picnic. The Chosen Children took off the next day to a cabin in the middle of nowhere by means of Yamato's dad's minivan. (Where there was no room for Yamato himself and he and Sora had to take the bus ^_^).
"It's fricking coooooold!"
Jyou grabbed his shoulders and hugged himself, his teeth clattering, his lips the colour of blue sea, his nose like a red red rose...
"Here, you can have mine," Taichi discarded his parka and threw it over Jyou's overcoat.
"And mine," Takeru pulled off his coat.
"And mine," Daisuke carelessly handed Jyou his jacket.
"No problem!" Takeru said cheerfully, "We'll make a fire and it'll be warm! And when Yamato comes we can have hot cocoa and Christmas pudding.."
Miyako came out of the small kitchen with a sharp hunting knife. "I can make pudding myself!" she announced.
"Sure," Koshiro said, carefully backing away. "But it won't hurt if Yamato helps..."
"At least, THEN the pudding'll be eatable," said stupid Daisuke.
Miyako chased him around the table. Daisuke grabbed Ken and put him in the front to protect himself. Ken sighed wearily. "Daisuke, do you mind?..."
"I'll get you for this, Dai-baka!" Miyako threatened and, blushing like a little girl, marched back into the kitchen. Her crush on Ken was widely known and Daisuke widely used it.
The boys inspected the cabin while the girls stayed in the kitchen, where they were pulling utensils out of their bags and placing them in order.
Half an hour later, Yamato and Sora covered with snow from head to foot fell in the cabin through the door. Taichi giggled when he saw Yamato's wet hair plastered over his head and face.
"Not a word, Tai!" Yamato warned him.
It was an admirable sight that Taichi would never forget - Yamato's eyes had an angry sparkle to them, shining like two large blue lakes, and Taichi immediately drowned there. Peacefully pulling the boy close by the hand, he accidentally interwove his fingers through Yamato's cold ones. An intimate gesture, he sharply realised how much he wanted to touch Yamato in more ways.
"You're so cold..."
"I'll live."
Taichi pressed his pale hand to his lips and warmed it with his breath. He noticed the way his friend's blue (*why does he HAVE to have such blue eyes?!*) eyes widened in surprise.
This intimate scene at once drew Koshiro's attention. He kicked Jyou in the shins and pointed to the two boys.
"This is starting to get regular.." Jyou whispered uneasily. Koshiro nodded.
Taichi smiled against Yamato's frozen fingers locking his eyes on his slightly bluish lips (*I bet I can warm them up...*) until Sora nervously edged between the two of them and pushed Yamato towards the kitchen.
"The pudding, Yamato!" she reminded him. Yamato shook the trance off and followed her. Sora swept the room with her hawk's glare for the last time and Koshiro hurriedly turned to Jyou pretending they were engrossed in a serious talk and didn't see anything farther than their noses.
*This is not fair. Everybody saw it..* the girl thought and her heart sank. *Everyone understands...*
The kitchen was a mess because Takeru and Hikari had been demonstrating each other their cooking skills, destroying everything in the process. The first thing Yamato did was to shove everyone literally out of the kitchen and lock the doors. He didn't open them until the pudding was safely in the oven - despite Taichi's and Daisuke's heartbreaking requests for snacks.
"Oh, cruel!" grumbled Taichi and tripped Daisuke, who was bouncing around the room. The boy crashed to the floor, sprang up and threw himself at Taichi, finally able to occupy himself. Taichi gladly punched him back... and a fight started.

Excited shouts grew in intensity as the darkness loomed over the mountain and threw a shadow across their cabin. Ken watched through the frozen window Daisuke and New Chosen children hurling snowballs at the older Chosen who barricaded themselves behind a shed. Yamato emerged from the kitchen, whistling happily.
"Hey, Ken, what are you doing there?" he wondered.
Ken shyly sank into the chair and held up a book. "Reading."
Yamato dumped a small load of candles in his lap.
"Well, here's some bad news," he said standing over the boy, "Since you're here, you'll help me with the table. Go light candles."
Ken stretched his legs stubbornly. "Can't I simply read?"
Yamato yanked him to his feet and confiscated the book. "No. Don't make me spank you."
*Don't make me feel so embarrassed!* a voice screamed in his head when Ken found himself standing impossibly close to Yamato and looking into his eyes. Yamato peered in his book and Ken breathed a relief when a look of puzzlement crossed his face - he obviously couldn't read English. Thank you, God. (a/n It was Tropic of Cancer, in English)
"Alright!"
He was near the table in a blink of an eye and arranging the candles. Yamato again disappeared in the kitchen and Ken felt the flush in his face fade away. Everyone left him to himself. It was much better to be alone, comfortable, undisturbed.
*From dreaming your vivid fantasies?* his voice kicked in.
Ken bent his head over the first candle and lit it carefully.
*Shut up.*
The tip of his fingers glided over the smooth surface of the table. It smelled of wood delightfully. Would it be nice, the wicked flow of thoughts continued, to lay back down on its flat surface, with hot flames of the candles dancing around you, like passion incarnate? To be enveloped in mild twilight away from the raging snowstorm, to be held and loved in strong hands and please in return? You were guaranteed to have several splinters in your ass when you fucked though..
*God, no!* Ken screamed inwardly. *Cut it out!*
His hand quivered over the candle as the fantasy pulled him deeper. Abruptly, his wrist was seized and a burning match was knocked out of his fingers. Yamato was behind him and bringing him back to reality with a pat on his forearm.
One tenth of a second was all that his highly developed brain needed to include the blonde in his sexual fantasy before Ken realised it was not what Yamato was here for.
".. burning your fingers?" he heard and resurfaced from his daydream. Shocked, he stepped away.
"I'm alright," he said quickly.
"You're crazy," the blonde shook his head and bent over a candle to light it. Ken watched him from the corner of his eye noting his handsome features and their beauty enhanced by the soft licking flame...
*Licking - what a laugh. Nobody told me geniuses have puberty..*
"I'll go fetch the others," Ken said hurriedly and slid past Yamato to the door.
*Hate it.*

"And let us all give thanks to God for the wonderful dinner our housewife Yamato..."
Taichi's speech was interrupted with the said Yamato whacking him on the head with a plate.
"Hey!!" Daisuke jumped to his feet. "You don't touch Taichi-sama!"
Ken indifferently pulled him down on his chair. "Let them..." Daisuke opened his mouth but Ken stuffed it full with a sandwich. Hikari and Takeru giggled.
"Since Daisuke's already eating.." Sora smiled, "Itadakimasu."
"Itadakimasu!" everyone chorused and dug in.
In the meanwhile Hikari and Takeru exchanged evil glances across the table and unnoticed slipped under the table. They resumed their seats several minutes after and sat through the meal grinning full force.
"Yamato, can I have another slice of pudding?" Takeru asked innocently.
"It's in the kitchen.."
"Can you fetch it for me?" his younger brother asked with a smile. Yamato sent him a look and rose from a table. He hardly made a step when he came crushing down on the floor - scratch it, Taichi's arms. Everyone laughed clutching their stomachs even Sora, though there were tears in her eyes. Yamato and Taichi looked down and saw that their laces were tired together.
"Takeru..." Yamato growled. The little blonde didn't respond, he was choking with laughter.
Daisuke toppled backwards and fell on the floor which provoked new crazy burst of laughter but what nearly sent everyone to roll on the floor was the fact that Ken fell on top of Daisuke. Their boots were tied together as well. Hikari screamed with laughter. Koushiro and Jyou hastily checked their boots, found the same problem and started undoing the knot.
"Coool.." Takeru moaned.
*Oh shit!* thought Ken in panic, rising above Daisuke on his hands, blushing fiercely. A disturbing thought throbbed in his head, involving a bedroom and a very warm Daisuke. *Not again. What's wrong with me?*
"Right.." Taichi mumbled. He dropped to his knee and began undoing the laces with weakened fingers. He glanced up at Yamato secretly, who, too, kneeled and leant over the boot. Taichi trembled. It was Yamato's face that came into his view blocking everything out, it was his fleeting glances and an alluring line of lips, it was his soft breath that thundered in his ears. Taichi was instantly provoked: he raised his clouded eyes to Yamato's face, tracking his lips, picking his scent, fighting excruciating urge to touch those seductive lips.. kiss him...
He unconsciously moved closer, and rubbed the side of his face on Yamato's ear, once again interlacing his fingers through Yamato's, his boots already forgotten..
Only one kiss.
Sora dropped her fork.
Yamato snapped his head upward. His attention focused on Sora, then at laughing Takeru to whom he delivered a wry smile, and suddenly Ken. Ken was watching the two of them warily. Yamato moved away and slipped behind the table, leaving Taichi on the floor. Taichi sent a distinctly killing glance at Sora.
*Only one kiss.*
It was a nice evening - it was fun. They packed their things, said their goodbyes and parted only to meet in two days for present-giving party. Almost everyone had similar thoughts as they drove away from the cabin in the mountains: *Are Taichi and Yamato in love? What will Sora do?*

tsuzuku...