Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Romanced ❯ Eighteen ( Chapter 18 )

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 18

Since the sun painted the walls yellow, Yamato figured it was morning enough to wake up. Oh, it felt so good waking up with this breathing warm creature in your arms. So good to hug and kiss... you bet it can get better. Etchi no Yamato! (a/n pervert Yamato) *You can't be serious..* Oh come on, Ken looked delicious. Yamato shook his head - not a chance to kiss those lips again, to caress his hair, to feel his breath on his skin. But he wanted to. He loved being intimate, he found great comfort in touches and hugs. Mixed with his fear of being abandoned it was the reason why he built ice walls around himself, admitting solely his most trusted friends within. Takeru, Taichi, Sora had the privilege - Takeru being his brother, Taichi - his best friend, Sora - a caring girlfriend. But it hurt. It hurt when Takeru grew up and moved away. It caused pain when Taichi mistook him and fell in love with him. It was a blow when Sora ditched him. Why did he feel so comforted then? He pictured Ken weeping in his arms. Ken broke the ice, shattered the walls, sneaked in Yamato's arms and curled in his warm lap like a kitten.

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Yamato wandered about the apartment for a while, making breakfast, which let his mind off the subject of Ken, and... came back to the room where the boy sweetly slept. Yamato peeked out in the balcony, did a survey of the room and felt something drawing him to Ken. Irresistible. He climbed into bed.

"Ken," he whispered and pushed him out of his dream. Ken flung his eyes open. He was not used to such waking-ups.

"Morning!"

Ken blearily looked at him from below, one cheek cozily wrapped up in the pillow and streaks of his indigo hair arranged in an adorable halo around his head. Yamato held back his breath and leant over with a smile. Ken's eyes followed his face.

Yamato found himself leaning more until their lips touched. Ken angled his head, full of dreamy fog and parted his lips. The tame kiss grew wilder, and soon it burned with emotion causing Ken to lock his lips with Yamato's and utter light moans. Yamato intruded the boy's mouth with his tongue once more, and his moans immediately stimulated Yamato to change his position from the side of the bed to the top of the smaller boy. Their excited bodies contacted promisingly. Yamato enticed one more moan of desire from Ken and caught Ken's earlobe between his lips performing gentle sucking motion. His teeth played with the skin under his chin and throat, and he moved lower urged by whimpers and pants escaping Ken's mouth. Yamato pressed unmercifully into Ken's stomach, and the boy hardened.

"Ken," the blonde tore his lips away and raised his head. His confidence wavered - somehow this game slipped out of his control.

Two eyes full of desire met his.

"Go on," Ken pleaded hoarsely.

"But..."

Ken grabbed Yamato's hands with his strong trained fingers and placed them over the thin fabric of his pyjamas before gliding them up to the tender skin under it. Yamato emitted a short moan when Ken shifted, troubled by the pleasant interference on his stomach and forgot the disturbing thought that all this might very easy lead to sex.

Yamato sat back, fumbling with the buttons of Ken's pyjamas. Ken drew up and faced him. His hair was messed up and his dark eyes were dilated. He gave an impression of a boy flung into passion.

"Yamato," he breathed, throwing his arms around the older boy's shoulders pleadingly, and pressed his hungry mouth to the blonde's. Now it was Yamato's turn to groan and catch breath, since Ken's tongue traveled fast and probed repeatedly over his teeth. Then it left his mouth as suddenly as entered it, and Yamato protested. He tried to claim it once more; Ken sucked on his lips and poured wet shuddering kisses down Yamato's neck and shoulders. Yamato inhaled a wonderful scent of Ken's dark hair. He was done for. At the same time he became aware of his erection.

*I didn't know I was gay!* a panicked thought stormed his mind.

SURPRISE!!!

What he felt next was nothing compared to the realization. Ken shifted back, bent his head and drove his tongue over Yamato's stomach, biting at his most sensitive areas. Through the pleasurable shudders Yamato felt Ken's fingers slip into his pants and caress his groin.

"Ahng!" Yamato yelped. He grabbed the back of Ken's head. His fingers slipped to his nape and gathered the pyjamas shirt off his back.

Ken tugged down his shorts, leant his head in Yamato's lap and caught his skin between his lips sucking it.

Yamato panted. His flesh rose.

Ken tore away and sat back on his hunches staring guiltily to the side. His cheeks where his hair parted from a straight dark line, were flushed.

"I'm sorry, Yamato. I..."

Yamato ran his fingers up Ken's shoulders. And brought his face up by his chin to a lingering kiss.

"I lied," Ken said after they parted. His eyes bore into his. "I don't want to be your brother. I want ... to be your lover..."

Yamato lowered his eyes to Ken's trousers.

"I noticed," he said.

Ken chuckled nervously. His eyes glistened excitingly and he licked his lips. He wished he knew the words to express his desire for the blonde impenetrable boy, he wished he didn't need words to allow him to lay with him and claim him.

"Can I trust you?" Ken asked.

Yamato wondered if Ken was thinking the same as him... about sex.

"If you are my lover, you must."

"I trust you. Can we.. now?"

Yamato nodded.

Ken fell backwards on the bed, exposing himself to his caress. Yamato covered him with his body and Ken cried out. The dark-haired boy drove his nails into Yamato's hips forcefully, and Yamato thrusted involuntary. A growl sounded in his throat. Ken smiled and warmed his mouth with his lips. A longing kiss was shared, then Ken pulled Yamato's pyjamas off and tortured his chest. Yamato rolled over on his back and panted. The boy was squirming, hands wandering, tongue attacking, long silk eyelashes tickling his skin erotically... He tasted good as well. Passion and submissiveness radiated from him. Interesting. And this boy had been neglected.

Until now.

"Ken, lubricant," Yamato asked.

Ken opened his eyes wide as if saying 'already?'

"Okay," he breathed and slipped from his arms and down to the floor. Yamato could hear him racking his bathroom for a tube.

*I'm going to have sex with Ken,* he thought. *Taichi's gonna kill me. Daisuke's gonna help him. Sora will bite my head off. Dad's gonna denounce me. Takeru won't speak to me anymore...*

Ken returned and Yamato pulled him on the bed.

*...like I care,* the blonde thought and gave Ken a lascivious kiss on lips. A spasm of pure lust ran down Ken's spine. He wriggled closer and pressed his groin to Yamato.

"Yamato...?" Ken prompted.

"Uhu.." *Daisuke was a loser,* Yamato thought.

Ken smiled and pressed his lips to Yamato's. *God, is he good at kissing..*

Yamato stripped him, sweeping greedy glances over his lean beautiful body and his delicate erection.

*Belongs to me,* he stated jealously. Ken kicked away the blanket, helped Yamato out of his pants and sat with his back to the wall, admiring him. Yamato was pleased to see Ken's erection react to the sight.

Yamato pulled him down on the crumpled covers and leaned over. He could feel his heart beating wildly.

His hands roamed Ken's shifting submissive body, brushing across his thighs, rounding on his stomach, searching. Ken emitted a series of short sexual gasps. His hands trod on Yamato's erogenous area, gliding roughly on his erection. Yamato lost all patience and drove Ken's legs apart.

That was just what the boy waited for.

His nimble limbs circled round Yamato's back and calves, interweaving in a firm grip that wasn't supposed to be broken soon.

Yamato was straddled before he could even remember his mother's name.

"Inside..." Ken asked in a whispery voice. He was pressing against his arousal making the world twist and curl in the slant blue eyes.

"Not so fast..." Yamato warned him, though control was slipping away in huge chunks.

"Fast!..." Ken demanded.

Nothing doing, Yamato swiftly drove two of his lubricant coated fingers into him. Ken reacted sharply, jerking and whipping his head back. His long dark hair brushed past Yamato's shoulder with a soft sigh.

"God..." Ken exhaled. "Good..."

Yamato felt the boy shudder under himself. He set to stretching him in and out and Ken relaxed almost immediately. Caress was pleasant as he had the grace of informing Yamato with his groans and shifting urges. Incomprehensible yet crystal clear.

Yamato pushed deeper, grazed over his sensitive spot and the pure novelty of it sent Ken into screaming mode.

"Do it!!!" Ken flattened his tongue on Yamato's forearm and drove it across his collarbone. He gently bit the pulsing vein on Yamato's neck. On reflex, Yamato pulled his fingers out. Ken chuckled. The blonde realized the pain he would cause Ken would be worth the labour and the orgasmic sensation. Besides, how long would he endure being unsatisfied himself?!

"Now..." Ken pleaded. Pleaded to be abused.

Yamato carefully entered him - carefully being a figure of speech considering that Ken chocked on his exclamation of shock - and the boy brought him closer, taking much more than Yamato intended for the first time, shaking all over and crying out. His tense arms wrapped around the dominating boy tightly.

Unbearable and spicy as the saliva on Ken's lips. Wispy smoke of lust screened his vision and caused sensible shutdown.

Simultaneously, Yamato pushed hard inside while Ken raised his hips. In a mixture of pain, strong scent of sweat and undeniable rocking motion, whimpering moans turned into urging moans of pleasure. Yamato thrust on, carried away by a powerful blast of lust, shuddering as he halted momentarily to rest. Ken was kneading at his shoulder with his teeth. His tongue left unimaginable moisture drawings on his heated skin as a fabulous complete feeling of being filled with Yamato's cock gripped his stomach.

Their movements - one to attack, the other to welcome - grew faster, and both boys moaned as pleasure possessed their bodies, at first uncertain, then sending overlapping waves of sweetness through each limb, until they nearly lost themselves into each other.

Ken threw back his head and a loud moan fought its way out as he felt himself come, his scream mingled with Yamato's name.

Yamato was close. His fingers stabbed Ken's hips, clenching painfully tight when he orgasmed.

"KEN!" And then the cries subdued to muffled purring ones. "Ken... Ken..."

They released each other wearily and landed on their backs with a thud. Sperm stained the covers. Blood. Sweat. Saliva. It was warm and sultry with a distinct smell of secretions.

Both were heavily panting. Ken pressed his cheek to Yamato's neck and his shaking fingers stroked his hair. Yamato closed his eyes and buried his face in Ken's indigo slick hair, holding him into a breathless embrace, as if he jealously wished to share his lover's pleasure.

They lay side by side trying to contemplate what had just happened.. The heavy smell of sperm wasn't helping anything.

"Yamato.." Ken murmured hoarsely, brushing his lips on his jawline. "I love you.."

Yamato blew away the streak of dark hair from Ken's face and observed his swollen lips..

"God, Ken..."

*How good I can feel... Maybe, we should practise...* an idle idea stormed Yamato's brain. He shifted his head and looked at Ken and smiled in a cunning and perfectly comprehensive way.

"Well.." he said.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Ken wondered quietly. There was a genius spark in his amethyst eyes.

Yamato leaned over to share a sound kiss between their mouths. The boy responded, then moved his lips swiftly to the back of Yamato's neck and sucked the skin beneath his long blonde hair. Yamato chuckled then groaned when Ken's hand dove to Yamato's thigh and stroked there gently and rose inch by inch, Ken still sucking on his neck, claiming him with a prominent lovebite..

Playing...

Yamato strained to remember just where to he had thrown the damned lube, but this presented notorious difficulty as hormones messed up his mind.

Ken decided that large a lovebite was enough and snuggled his smiling face to Yamato's cheek.

"Ken, you can do it again. I love wearing polo-necks.." the blonde breathed with admiration. Ken cozily settled in to have sex one more time and Yamato read him right and eager..

At this moment the doorbell rang loudly. There was a swift moment of them both switching to reality channel.

"Oh, for Devimon's guts, my PARENTS are here!!!" Ken screamed quietly.

He and Yamato rushed to put their clothes on with a hopeless effort to make presentable themselves, the room and the BED!!!

"Oh what a mess!"

"Just how am I gonna explain it?!" Ken panicked.

There was the sound of the door being unlocked.

"Darling, are you asleep?" called Ken's mother to her son.

"No, mom!" Ken cried, swinging the lubricant into one of the drawers of his table. He kicked the blankets scattered on the floor into his wardrobe, while Yamato was making the bed.

"Yamato.." Ken sounded nearly desperate. "How do I look?"

Instead of answering Yamato locked their lips in a deep penetrating kiss that neither was willing to end. Yamato's hands wove with Ken's dark silk hair. With a moan they parted.

"Perfect!" Yamato whispered. He brushed his hair down to make it look less like Kaiser's. Ken was thoroughly enjoying the process however short it was. His alluring eyes glistened. There was the sound of approaching feet in the corridor.

Yamato was decent already. Well, almost. Ken roughly seized the sides of his face and frenched him merging their mouths together.

"Look, breakfast is ready!" said Ken's father from the kitchen.

"Ken?" his mother called out.

Ken gave a moan and jumped from the blonde just before Mrs. Ichijouji opened the door to her fourteen-year-old son's bedroom.

"Merry Christmas, mom!" Ken said panting and trying to hide it. "This is Ishida Yamato, he errr.."

Yamato straightened his hair frantically.

"Ichijouji-san, Ken was so kind as to invite me over. My father got an emergency call from the Fuji TV station and I was left all by myself on Christmas eve. We decided to have our own petite celebration," Yamato lied with a charming smile. Ken gave him a reproachful side-glance.

*Liar...!*

"Oh, I see. Well, good morning.. Well, you boys have had breakfast already?"

"Not quite," Ken said feeling starved to death.

"Well...what were you doing the whole night?"

"Playing cards.." said Yamato.

"..Reading," said Ken at the same time.

"All right." Mrs. Ichijouji said and checked the room. Everything was nearly perfect. "I hope you didn't miss us very much, Ken. Well, let's go eat."

"Don't worry, mom! I had nice Christmas... Really... nice..."

Ken looked sheepishly away.

She let the door swivel on its own and shut.

Yamato pulled Ken's chin upwards. He had a wide grin on his face.

"Parents have that bad habit of interrupting, ne?" he murmured.

"Uhu.."

The boys leant in for a kiss when the noise outside the door petrified them.

Ken licked his burning lips. God, he so badly wanted to kiss Yamato...

"My father usually comes home pretty late," Yamato informed in a sly tone that didn't match his innocent smile.

"I can convince Mom to let me sleep over..."

"Ken?" his mother called.

"C-C-Coming!"

Ken and Yamato entwined their fingers together and Ken mouthed three words to him that sparked a fire inside of the blonde.

'I want you..'

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end to part three.

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