Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Romanced ❯ Sixteen ( Chapter 16 )

Disclaimer: Digimon belongs to Toei animation, Bandai, Disney, RTL II, etc. etc. Not me. Yaoi lemons in this part. Couples: Taisuke, Yamaken. Ages: Yamato and Taichi - 15, Ken - 14, Daisuke - 13. (Sorry, Daisuke! -_-;;;;;)

Romanced by Wormmonsoul

Part 3 Christmas Night

Chapter 16

In the meanwhile...

Everything was quiet in Taichi's room. It was too late to sing songs around the Christmas tree. Besides, Hikari had thrown mistletoe out of the window the moment Daisuke stepped in the apartment. Everybody had already gone to sleep. Two boys lay side by side in the dark, on Taichi's bed.
A lonely flicker of the candle on the table was reflected in the dark window. Snowflakes danced in the air outside, sparkling in the city lights. Daisuke watched the snowflakes; no emotions were present on his face, nothing - only two dark streaks of tears. Taichi drew him into the circle of his arms and impulsively kissed his temple.
The smaller boy woke up from his meditation and stared at his idol.
"Payback's time," Taichi whispered.
Daisuke blushed; he had no idea Taichi realized that Daisuke had been kissing him near the concert hall. He stammered.
"Shh..." Taichi said. "That's okay... I'm here, with you. That's all that matters."
Daisuke nodded and fell silent again watching the snowflakes being blown away in the dark sky.
"I can't believe Ken said it to me," he sighed bitterly. "I can't believe he's with Yamato now..."
"Dai..." Taichi landed his hand on the back of the boy's head. "Stop it."
"But don't you..." Daisuke rose on his elbow and looked in his face. There was so much torture in his features that the smaller boy was ashamed of his question. "You're so strong," he said in a small voice, "you're so brave. Always the best. And you don't cry..."
"But it hurts now... right there." Taichi covered his chest with his palm. "I miss him... his kisses..."
"Kisses," Daisuke said dully. "I didn't even have a chance..." He lowered his head on Taichi's shoulder; the mutual grief united the boys, they were struggling to put the shattered pieces of their hearts together. "You were right then," Daisuke said. "I would kiss Ken, just once." Taichi turned on his side and sincerely hugged Daisuke to his chest.
"Here, Dai-chan, don't worry. I'm sure Ken would call you in the morning and apologize..."
"After he spent the night with Yamato?" Daisuke said doubtfully. Taichi cringed. Every time he thought of Yamato, where there had been warmth and pleasure before, now was only emptiness.
"I'm sorry..." the mahogany-haired took a breath; he wanted to ask so many questions that seemed cruel and inconsiderate now and he chewed his lips in hesitation.
"Taichi?" he ventured. "Did he hurt you?"
The brown-haired nodded.
"What was it like - kissing him?" Daisuke asked with a tiniest bit of envy in his voice.
"It was wonderful... I loved him for that.."
"You love him still?"
"I don't know," Taichi lingered with the answer. "There are moments when I think everything is fine, and next minute I want to break down and... I'm afraid I will hate him... I know he wants to be just friends, and I want to hate him for that."
"You ...too?" Daisuke asked unsurely. Taichi found that Daisuke was shaking slightly.
"Dai-chan...? Dai-chan..."
"I took him for granted..." the boy mumbled into his pillow, hiding his burning face, and continued in a strangely strained voice, "And I lost him to.." Daisuke broke into sobs. "I refused him `cause there was a small part of me that hated him," he said.
"What?!" Taichi exclaimed. Ken and Daisuke were... Ken was in love with him?! "What do you mean?!" he asked the startled boy, who crouched on the bed. Taichi rubbed his hand on his back in a soothing gesture. Daisuke spilt his secrets to him.
"I told him... I didn't need him in that way... It could've been different now..." he looked with a desperate plead into Taichi's chocolate eyes. "After the first Jogress he asked me maybe it was destiny for me to be with him.. He meant love... But I said he imagined things... I told him to forget it and stop acting like hentai. I told this charming kind boy to sod off!..." Daisuke shuddered. "I wanted to tell Ken what Yamato told him in his song. But his words made me feel strange and I went away. Of course, I have no right to be jealous. But... it's just... if he's with Yamato... I don't want it..."
Daisuke edged his face closer to the pensive one of the brunette. Two amber eyes bored into Taichi's face, into the small frown on his forehead, then eyes, then lips... It was strange to have a warm Daisuke close by his freezing heart and flutters rose in Taichi's stomach.
"Taichi..." the boy whispered. When the brunette woke up from his spell of dark thoughts and looked down into his burning eyes. "Taichi, you will never leave me, right?"
"Sure, Dai," the boy answered in a kind of a daze.
The meek amber stare brushed his lips again and sank into the pillow. "Good," the boy mumbled. A twitch of a strange sensation shot through Taichi's body again.
"Do you love me, Daisuke?" he asked quietly, afraid to be mistaken or misunderstood. Daisuke remained impassive. Taichi's hand glided over the side of Daisuke's face before lifting it up to him.
"Do you love me?" he repeated in a hoarse voice.
"Yes."
"I love you too," Taichi said. He noticed a blissful blush on the boy's cheeks. "Daisuke?"
"I've never been kissed before.." Daisuke said quietly. On impulse, it must have been on impulse, because Taichi never gave it any thought, he bent his head and took his lips gently with his own, sealing their vow of love.
"Don't worry." he said quietly. "Here, it's not bad at all..."
He kissed him again; and Daisuke remembered all the times he saw the movie stars kiss and tilted his head like they did in the movies, parting his lips. Yes, it must feel great... At first, Taichi was shocked by his actions - he didn't not intend to kiss Daisuke like that! no, Daisuke was a little boy and his protégé... and so alluring - Taichi's tongue experimentally slipped inside, washing the insides of his mouth with his heavy smell and slippery feeling, and Daisuke choked.
"Don't worry," Taichi muttered.
Despite that reassurance, Daisuke was very worried. Partly because Taichi didn't stop kissing him and partly because he was suddenly pressed into the bedsheets with the weight of Taichi's body... And... And... the brown-haired boy was biting at his lips and currently running his fingers on his neck and his shoulder.
Daisuke grasped for oxygen, intended not for his lungs, but for his brain that was determined not to discuss the situation with Daisuke. Finally, after what seemed like an endless kiss, Taichi put some distance between their lips.
"See.. nothing's so scary, Dai-chan..."
Everything was very scary. He wanted to shake Taichi's hands off, but his hands, ignorant of his will, pulled the elder boy back in connection with his mouth. It was a hot contact and the one Taichi did not see coming. Daisuke studied Taichi's breath, with nervous puffs of air coming in and out of his lungs. At any time, their tongues, which only brushed one another by accident, would clash in a deep exploring kiss.
Daisuke whimpered softly with Taichi making his way under his pyjamas to the delicate skin down into his pants. Wishing for Daisuke to go on whimpering, Taichi rubbed the inside of his thighs with his knuckles. Daisuke moaned energetically. Taichi made him take his shirt off and laid him on the bed. He kissed his lips again, then his chin, his Adam's apple, his pulsing vein, his collarbone, his shoulder and moved lower and lower, accompanied by the rhythmical loud panting of the boy, and reached the rim of his pants. He found an erection inside. 'A twelve year old, with erection... Oh, I am a definite cradle snatcher,' Taichi reflected. He placed his hand over the fabric of Daisuke's pants and felt his penis safe in his palm. Daisuke's breathing halted then started off with deeper intakes.
Taichi sat back and stripped of his singlet. An unsure hand brushed over his waist.
"Can you remove that too?" Daisuke asked. "I love your body." Taichi squirmed out of his pants and sat in bed, naked.
"Your turn, Daisuke," he said. Daisuke complied and took his underwear off. For several moments they were devouring each other's muscles and dark skin with their eyes. Daisuke raised his worried face to the elder boy.
"What is it?" Taichi asked.
"What are we going to do?" Daisuke asked, lying naked on the bedsheets, with an erection and looking like an Egyptian slave for sale.
The brunette's mind was devoid of suggestions. He could imagine only one thing to be done but it was
- sweet... -
forbidden.
"Have fun?" he breathed out.
"Did you do it with Yamato?"
"No," Taichi said hoarsely.
"I vote for fun," Daisuke said in a brave voice.
Without another word, Taichi bent over his stomach and traced kisses down his chest and belly line. Daisuke fell on the pillow and grabbed the blanket with his fingers. He couldn't get rid of the feeling that he wanted to do something badly; it was a foggy necessity for some actions he couldn't define. But whenever Taichi's breath and tongue reached his groin he could almost grasp the meaning of what he desired for. Daisuke moaned with every lick accidentally close to his crotch.
"Taichi, I want you to.." he gasped without a clear idea of what he really wanted to do - or rather to be done to him, "I want you.."
Wet Taichi's lips reached between his legs and brushed against something very reactive and hard that Daisuke was sure he had never noticed in his body except for some accidents with rare wet dreams; blood pulsed in his veins; his limbs were on fire. Taichi caressed him gently with his tongue and lips, sucking his burning flesh. He was very careful not to get overexcited. The boy stilled his moans.
"Taichi... I want you... more..."
A dim feeling of incompleteness of the action returned and Daisuke succumbed to it, begging and writhing and wanting him.
"I want you!.." Suddenly, Taichi rose from the bed and stood over the helpless figure. He turned and left the room. Daisuke, shocked, watched the door close behind him.
*Oh, no, what have I done?!!* Daisuke panicked. *If I told Taichi what I think I told him, I'm really... really... fucked up. But I want him, really want him. Is it sex? I want...*
Daisuke sat in the bed, though it cost him a lot, and noticed Taichi above him with a bottle of oil in his hand.
"Tell me what you want, Daisuke.." Taichi asked.
*.. to have sex with him.*
"...You."
Taichi's eyes were then on one level with his own. He climbed into the bed again and pulled Daisuke's hot body to him. His lips left a wet trail of kisses on Daisuke's neck.
Daisuke's arms went around his shoulders and the boy pressed closer, wishing to be touched more. Then, as Taichi drew back, he thought for a horrible moment that Taichi was going to release him and go away, but he was wrong. Taichi's mouth descended down his front and gently sucked the skin below his navel. Daisuke emitted a moan of impatience. The circle of lips rested on the base of his hardened cock and in another moment was enveloping him in a weightless warmness. It didn't last long, otherwise Daisuke would go insane with pleasure; his breath was kind of asthmatic - even when he ran out of air during his soccer matches he had never known such oxygen starvation as now.
Taichi's mouth left him and Daisuke was troubled. But hands sliding up his hips in exciting circling movements, rolling him on his stomach and bringing his legs apart made Daisuke feel a happy stab of pleasure. Taichi's body smelling so heavily on his, it was such a thrill that nothing at the moment occupied the boy.
A good portion of ice-cold lubricant spilled on his hips and ass. Daisuke cried out. It was so cold on his burning skin. Taichi started to massage it into his skin with one hand, while the other went between his legs. His fingers went inside, and Daisuke wailed in the pillow; when the fingers reached the sensitive spot, stretched him; Daisuke squeezed the pillow between his fingers and formed 'more' with his lips. He wasn't sure if he actually said it aloud until Taichi covered his mouth with his hand and hushed.
"Not so loud, Daisuke. Just wait a little bit.."
Daisuke gave himself to Taichi's will. The older boy entered him slowly. The sensation was strange. Daisuke uncomfortably shifted and Taichi murmured something that the younger boy didn't catch, but he shook his head anyway. Taking a short break, Taichi started kissing his hair and the thin skin behind his ears, and Daisuke was mumbling something incomprehensible to forget about the pain.
"Taichi, please.."
Taichi moved and Daisuke was captured by the rhythm that was beating on his pleasure spot. He writhed and ohhed.
Daisuke was steadily worked towards the promise of the greatest pleasure he had ever experienced. It promised, it begged, it demanded to be experienced now. Daisuke was pressing to Taichi's stomach, and the brown-haired boy seemed to bring him closer and closer, crying into his shoulder. Everything was wrapped in some fire-like substance that made their bones and muscles melt with each thrust. Closer... closer... now!...
Daisuke moaned Taichi's name when he was unable to endure this burning sensation anymore and came. A stifled cry of his name followed when Taichi came as well...
Time passed, as the boys rested, panting and sweating. The normal system of coordinates took its place in their heads, and some abstract plane of reality when you seem to have more hands and legs and your insides seem to be outside released them.. And with it came the awareness. Taichi noticed Daisuke's rushed breath and slightly disorganized hair... and wet stains on the bedsheet, and sweat on Daisuke's back. He smiled and touched Daisuke's neck with his lips. They loved each other in their own way and now they came to discover it. They may not have been two matching halves of a soul, but it had little say in the end, because they knew they could be happy.
There were no more words exchanged between them that night. The clock struck two in the morning. Merry Christmas.
Daisuke eased himself from Taichi's hot arms and grabbed the pillow and a blanket. His eyes closed peacefully. Taichi brushed the side of his face with his hand. Daisuke cuddled close to Taichi and both of them fell asleep, two snuffling lovers exhausted and sate. Across the room behind the window the heavy wall of snowflakes hid them from the world.

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