Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Romanced ❯ Seventeen ( Chapter 17 )

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 17

It was snowing hard in the street. The city lights were blurred out by the wall of snow, which seemed to block out everything except for two boys in a bedroom. The room seemed too small, too dark and too cold. Yamato noticed that the shadows of the room had the colour of Ken's hair. Deep indigo. And cold... He shivered.
Yamato straddled the chair and leant forward against the back for comfort. Ken was sitting on the floor three steps away, hugging his knees, the position characteristic of him. Yamato averted his eyes when Ken glanced at him. Prickles ran up the back of his neck.
*For Piximon's sake! Why did Sora have to tell me that? I can't say a thing to him.. I can't stop thinking that he might... like me.. And I don't know what to do...*
Yamato glanced at Ken and the smaller boy avoided his glance.
*Why is he staring at me? Did Daisuke mean it? Yamato is in love with me? He can't be! He's obviously with Taichi. But maybe..*
*He looks lonely,* Yamato thought.
*What should I do?* thought Ken.
"You know..." they said in unison.
"You go first," Ken suggested.
"Do you mind if I move next to you?"
Ken nodded hesitantly and Yamato walked across the room to him and propped his back against the wall. Ken drew a breath. "So what did you want to talk about?" he asked, determined to say NO if the older boy tried anything funny.
"Last year.. was a cool X-mas, ne? Mexico and this Spanish girl and... You don't usually get this kind of Christmas.."
"No," Ken agreed.
The gnawing silence resumed.
"What do you like about Christmas?" Yamato asked.
The indigo haired shrugged, then realizing it was not enough, said, "I don't know. Candles." he smirked. "You?"
"Family," the taller boy said. Ken froze. It must have been the draught from the balcony but he shivered. "But I don't know why... Father usually has loads of work on Christmas so I always see him only in the morning. Takeru drops in for a little while, but he has dinner with Natsuko."
"Natsuko?"
"My mother."
Ken rubbed his neck awkwardly. Uh oh, he shouldn't have meddled with personal affairs.
"Let's have dinner then?" the boy suggested. There was a bottle of champagne on the table, several burning candles with a faint perfume of pine, a plate of sandwiches. Some Christmas dinner.
"Would you like me to open it?" he asked looking at Yamato's neck with strands of blonde hair kissing it like flames. *Baby, a hot guy is sitting next to you* *Shut up, Kaiser. Just shut up.*
"Hey, let me do it." Yamato went to the table and mounting it grabbed the bottle. Candlelight sprang up in his blue eyes. Ken realised he examined Yamato's eyes too long and quickly looked away. It was impolite and above all, he didn't want the blonde to think he was interested - and he repeated stubbornly to that annoying inner voice (Kaiser) that he was NOT interested, thank you very much. Yamato immediately concentrated on the process of opening the bottle of champagne.
And this impending silence again.
"You like TV? Music?"
Ken shook his head. "No."
"You don't like music?"
The indigo-haired looked up. "Some." *When you're alone and when you can fantasize something really really hentai...* *Shut up.*
"I like the flames," Ken said. "They aren't as dangerous as everyone thinks. Here," he stood up and climbing on the side of the table, waved his finger through the fire. "See?" *Burning, flicking, alive... hot... licking...*
Yamato handed him a glass of champagne watching the dreamy expression in the purple-blue eyes. *Is it me or is it warm here all of a sudden?* he thought noticing the blush on Ken's face.
"Sometimes... I believe I can watch them forever and I don't need anybody else..."
"I wish Gabumon was here," Yamato said. Ken gave him a sidelong glance. And yet again this wordplay to waste time. Yamato continued, "If there's nothing to do, he can at least gobble down everything in the fridge."
"Yeah," Ken chuckled. "Wormmon is like that too... But in a way, he's wiser than me."
"He saved me," the blonde said. "I miss him."
Ken stared at the blonde. *Me too...*
The big hand of the clock was crawling to twelve. At midnight they wanted to go to sleep. And in the morning they would wake up and gradually forget that evening. Then they would see Taichi and Daisuke, there is bound to be a scandal, his friendship with Daisuke would suffer, he would be lonely again, and besides...
"Merry Christmas," Yamato said.
"Merry Christmas," Ken answered. Something was wrong with him. It was difficult to breathe. He was feeling claustrophobic and very empty. *He's going to go away. Daisuke's probably gone too. Wormmon is already gone. Osamu is gone forever. Everyone...*
"I'd better go," Yamato said. "All this champagne is making me dizzy. So, where's my futon? And I think," he took Ken's empty glass and put it down, "you had too much alcohol for one day..."
*I'm so scared of loneliness.*
Ken let him go. And then he started to cry. Tears rolled down his face. He shuddered and sobbed.
"Ken?"
It was horrible but he couldn't stop. There were too many repressed tears and he couldn't hide them anymore. *I'm going to die of shame...*
Yamato returned to him, scared.
"What's wrong? Did I say something? Please, Ken, stop crying... God, Ken, did I hurt you?"
"It's my own problems..." the small boy gasped. "Go away."
"They aren't important now," Yamato said. He drew his arms around Ken's shoulders and brought him close. "They don't matter. Let it go," he whispered.
The flow of tears became a torrent as if a block of ice was melting in his chest. He gratefully sobbed in Yamato's shoulder. His fingers closed desperately over the fabric of his shirt. Yamato had a deja vu. When Takeru was little he used to have inexplicable bouts of crying and his older brother was there to comfort him.
"Come on, Ken, let's sit down, okay?" he gently pulled him down.
"I'm always.. so .. Always left alone.." Ken said between his wild sobs.
"I'm here, Ken..."
Takeru used to say he was scared of dark. Yamato had a faint smile on his lips and he shamefully buried his face in Ken's hair. The boy relaxed in his lap a bit.
"What's wrong, Ken?" he asked rocking him slowly. The smaller boy responded furiously, "I hate them... They don't love me... I want to run away, I don't want to be responsible!.."
"You can't be responsible for everything..."
Ken hid his face in his chest, his back still shaking with fits of crying, but he had an air of mulling over what Yamato had said.
"I don't want to be the Kaiser..." he finally whispered.
Yamato frowned. What was so special about Kaiser anyway?! Why everyone was making such a fuss over it?! A boy just wanted to play... And they are twisting it into a universal crime. Everyone wants to be a big bad Kaiser at one point in their lives. So why stressing over it?! Yamato wasn't exactly a saint either.
"Leave Kaiser in peace..."
The indigo-haired wanted to move away in astonishment when Yamato began stroking his hair, draining all fury and frustration from him.
"They're hurting me... Who will protect me if I get hurt?" he gasped.
"Don't be afraid," Yamato murmured. "I won't let them hurt you. Everything's alright."
"Everything... is wrong. Horrible."
"It'll be alright."
"How CAN it be alright!"
"Trust me, everything's gonna be alright."
The blonde said it quietly and he believed him. Soon, his sobs quieted down and Ken lay peacefully into Yamato's hands. *Good, it feels so good..*
"You're better?" Yamato asked softly. The boy blushed.
"Yeah... Yamato? Nobody ever said these things to me. Thanks."
"Anytime."
The smaller boy chuckled in his shoulder.
"I used to comfort Takeru when he was little and afraid of the dark."
"Hmmm..." Ken mumbled. *Never thought of Takeru as a wailing type...* He risked a glance up at Yamato's face. It was so close that it brought another blood wave to his forehead and cheeks. The veins on his temples throbbed and Ken experienced a slight headache. *I could be in Osamu's arms now...* Ken's stare froze. Another tear streaked down his face, but this time Yamato wiped it away.
"I can't believe I'm acting big brother again," the blonde said. Ken smiled.
"Can I be your little brother then? I don't remember being one for... a long time."
"Oh uh. Takeru's gonna be mad."
Ken chuckled. "You owe me a brotherly present for Christmas," he said cunningly.
"I DID give you one!" the blonde argued. He rolled his eyes, "Brothers... They're always forgetting good things!"
The indigo-haired was laughing hysterically in his neck. *I'm a wreck. Total wreck. But it's so nice to be comforted and appreciated.* "Yamato... why did you write that song?" he asked. The blonde frowned.
"What... what do you mean?"
Ken sighed and closed his eyes. "Daisuke said that you wanted to tell me something."
The young boy cocked an eyebrow at him. "Tell you what?"
*That you love me.*
"I do realise it was a crazy idea. But I was in the mood and I was thinking about your present, I don't remember," Yamato said. "I'm sorry. You don't like too much attention to yourself, right?"
*He loves me not.* Ken nodded sadly.
"Why are you sad again?" Yamato sighed dramatically. "Give me a rest. Have fun a little!"
"With you?" the genius cocked his eyebrow in a good imitation of Ishida. His eyes sparkled in a challenge. Yamato gave a laugh and the gleam in the violet eyes died.
"Daisuke seems to think you're in love with me. And I'm afraid I accidentally gave them the reason to believe I'm in love with you as well," Ken said seriously.
"You AREN'T in love with me?!" Yamato asked incredulously. "Shimatta! Sora's gonna die of shock. Ken, do you realise that my girlfriend dumped me because of you?"
Ken was seized with insane laughter and the blonde had to steady him unless he would land in a very ungraceful heap on the floor.
"Yamato!..." he gasped. "She did it before the gig! She handed you over to Taichi!"
*Oh the good Puppetmon, why didn't you kill me?!..* Yamato thought gloomily.
Ken leant back against his upper arm and circled his neck with his hand. He was half-lying in his lap and Yamato was keeping him close. And Ken felt like he could stay like that till the next Christmas.
"You and Taichi..." Ken began.
"No," Yamato interrupted.
"I thought he was madly in love..."
"I don't want to talk about it, Ken. And I believe Daisuke would be better for him. At least, he loves Taichi."
Two light purple eyes stared at him.
"What?" Ken asked. He half-rose from the taller boy's lap. "Daisuke?!"
"Shimatta..." Yamato whispered. "Sorry.." (a/n shimatta - damn)
Ken closed his eyes, and drew a deep breath. "I was sure he's straight."
"Why?"
Ken sank back into his arms. "Just... I kind of... asked him once... " he waved it away and wiped the stains of tears from his face. "Daisuke is a good friend..."
"I know. Taichi is my best friend... and I don't want him to be anything more. He matters more as a friend... but I don't think you understand me..."
The smaller boy brushed his black hair from his face. "No, I don't..."
"For me... having a date isn't enough. "Friends are kind of.. soulmates.."
"What about sex?" Ken whispered inaudibly.
"Ken?"
"I said... is there anybody you wanna date now? Or..."
Ken shut up because Yamato stared back at him in shock. *This is not a conversation I anticipated having,* he smacked his head inwardly. *I'm chatting with Ichijouji Ken...* the blonde thought in amusement. The blonde shook his head as if shaking some thoughts away.
Ken said apologetically, "Oh..."
Suddenly Yamato leant in and kissed him softly on lips. There was not a sound in the room.
Yamato moved away as stunned as Ken. The blonde took a sudden interest in what was happening outside the window. (A/N it was mainly snowing.^_^) Ken stared at him. He was suffocating. His first kiss... yes... boy.
*Yamato, why did you do that?*
*What did I do?*
"You... you kissed me," said Ken.
"I did?" Yamato's eyes widened. "I did? You mean, I just went for it and kissed a guy just...like...that.."
Yamato's lips were back, staying longer this time. Ken closed his eyes and their lips brushed insistently. The alien tongue touched the inside of his lips and Ken drew back.
"You did it again," Ken said, panting.
"You responded," Yamato pointed out.
Ken shifted and blushed.. "But I never kissed before!"
*Awwwww!* Yamato thought and a wicked smile appeared on his face.
"Your lips moved I swear. Here, you did it like this.. let me..."
Yamato placed his hand on his neck and drew the boy close. They kissed with vigour. Ken found it so tempting when the older boy crushed into his mouth like that. And he gave in just slightly, playing with Yamato's tongue, luring him into his warmth. God, wasn't it hot to be kissing like that?
They started to break apart, filled with excitement and the desire for touch that suggested them to go on just a little bit... They broke the kiss and took a long breath.
*God...* Ken stared at the blonde in awe.
Yamato leant back to take a look at the smaller boy. There was definitely something about him. Something sweet. But he can't be doing this! *You bet you can...* the equivalent of Kaiser in his head prompted.
"So, this means you wanna date me?" Ken said, panting.
"I think you're sweet," Yamato said.
"Yes or no?" Ken was eager to know. But he wouldn't say yes. No way! *WAAAAAAYYYYYY!* cried the Kaiser who was doing some crazy hip hop moves in the back of his head (a/n ^_^;;;;; obviously listening to Eminem). Ken licked his lips and slipped from the taller boy's lap to move out of his reach.
"It was a Christmas kiss," Yamato said glancing at the clock. It was past 1 in the morning. He didn't want to seem horny and he tried to present it in another light - as an innocent Christmas kiss. Besides, he wasn't sure he himself knew the reason of kissing him.
"Three kisses." the genius added.
"Yup. Let's go to bed."
"WHAAAT?" Ken breathed.
Yamato waved his hands in a vigorous denial. "I don't mean.."
"Sorry," he blushed. "But will you stay here, please? I don't want to sleep alone..."
It was strange that Ken should be at ease with the young boy after he kissed him. He imagined they would never look each other in the eyes again but talking to him and (*flirting with him*) asking him to stay seemed so natural that it was almost horrifying... Of course, it isn't natural at all - oh, the details..
Ken climbed into his bed and waited for Yamato to turn the light off. He quickly changed into his pyjamas and heard soft rustle of bedsheets as the young boy was trying to settle on the futon.
Several minutes later as the indigo-haired was struggling to fall asleep he felt Yamato climb into his bed.
"Don't you get any ideas, Ken," Yamato warned him.
Ken smiled when Yamato's arms enveloped him once more and the blonde pulled his blanket to share. There was only one pillow (nobody wanted to retrieve the second one on the floor), that's why Ken put his head on Yamato's shoulder to give him more space. Yamato planted a kiss on Ken's cheek.
"Merry Christmas, Ken."
"Merry Christmas, Yamato."
*If our eyes are colour blue...* It swept accidentally in his mind. Ken fell asleep with a smile.

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