Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Single ❯ One-Shot
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: wormmonsoulonfire 
It's a Takori Yaoi that just came into my head. TakeruxIori.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.25.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 2.5K | Status: Completed
It's a Takori Yaoi that just came into my head. TakeruxIori.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.25.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 2.5K | Status: Completed
Lemon. Takori. Religious stuff that might get me a sentence in hell. (disclaimer) I don't own anything. And it's a PWP, I explain nothing and nurse no thoughts on the subjects I raise here. I don't think there are much Takeru and Iori NC-17 stuff out there, if you know anything, drop a hint, I'd savour reading them!
~Single~
"They're shooting Titanic at the cinema tonight..."
"Would you like a cup of tea in the cafe across the road?"
"I have tons of Backstreet's posters to show you!"
"It's my birthday, you're invited..."
And so on, and so forth.
Takeru and Iori shouldered their way through happy couples that were Odaiba Junior High. Even Daisuke clinically brainless, had a date - Ken had just arrived and was whispering some conspiracy in Daisuke's ear. The cinnamon haired boy giggled. Hikari and Miyako walked away hand in hand.
Life sucked.
Two pair of keen eyes observed from the thick growth offside the school grounds. Two faces with alike determination written across them turned to each other and two twin nods followed. Two junior high girls clutched their schoolbags and walked simultaneously out of the bushes and headed steadily to the two single boys.
Target: Takaishi Takeru and Hida Iori.
Goal: a date.
"Ohayo!" the girl with two curly plaits said to Takeru.
"Ohayo!" the girl with one ponytail said to Iori. Iori calmly looked up to the girl's towering face.
"Uhm," said the Girl With Two Plaits. "Takaishi-san..."
"Sumimasen," Takeru flashed a Hollywood smile. "I don't know who you are?"
"Hida-san!" the Girl With A Ponytail grabbed Iori's hand and rambled. "I'm so impressed with your kendo skill, so impressed that I couldn't help meeting you in person! I'm Keido Keiko."
"Yoroshiku gozaimasu," Iori bowed politely.
The Girl With Two Plaits said, "My name is Ango Maiko, homeroom 2-3. I like basketball too."
Takeru and Iori bowed again without a word.
Silence.
The girls blushed.
"Uhm," said Maiko. "It's a pity that the four of us are the only junior high students without a date, isn't it?"
Either it wasn't such a pity or the slow minds of boys didn't take the hint, but the only available males stayed silent.
"It looks like everyone's going somewhere with someone tonight," Keiko continued desperately hammering the hint into the boys' heads.
Takeru's blank face distorted in thought. He gulped and grabbed Iori's hand.
"Would you excuse us for a minute?" he said.
Takeru dragged Iori through the crowd and further to the 'emergency exit' - which was a low bow that the students used for climbing over the fence without teachers' noticing.
"What are you doing, Takeru-san, I wonder?"
Takeru helped Iori to get down from the fence and pulled him in the direction of their apartment complex. He strode down the street with Iori in tow and talked.
"Look, Iori-san, those girls who don't have a life wanted to hook us on a date, understand? Well, their problem if they're short on guys. I don't wanna be the thick dude of their dreams! I'm happy by myself!
Iori gave him a sidelong glance but kept silent. Suddenly he skipped in front of Takeru and made him stop.
"Please, forget about the 'san' thing. I'm just Iori to you."
Takeru blinked. "Okay, but you're gonna call me like everyone else does too."
Iori smiled wickedly. "Take-chan?" he said. "T-chan? TK-chan?"
Takeru found himself blushing. "Whatever Io-chan."
Iori giggled happily.
It was Takeru's apartment they crushed in. Iori went to the kitchen and sat on the rim of the dining table, his feet dangling above the floor.
Takeru wondered after so many times seeing Iori's transformation to the little green-eyed imp - just how innocent and dandy-ish Iori used to look in public. He handed him a juice and sipped on his own straw noisily. Iori sent him a funny look of his green mischievous eyes.
"Take-chan," he said seriously. "I want a date."
"Hm, so who? Anyone lurking in the abysmal hell of your mind?" Takeru asked cheerfully.
"Uhu. You."
The feet kept on dangling gently bumping into Takeru's knees. The blonde froze on the spot, loosening his grip on his glass and the glass rocketed towards the floor and shattered in a pool of juice.
Takeru kneeled on the floor hurriedly. He forgot about the glass pieces and looked up. Shivers ran down his spine. 'Devil walked over my grave,' Takeru thought. High above him Iori's concerned devious face loomed in sight, two bright eyes watching him curiously.
"Really?" asked Takeru quietly.
Iori slid down the table and Takeru's head leveled his stomach. He stepped closer and said breathlessly, "I find you the most beautiful creature in my life."
The Angemon on Takeru's shoulder brushed his wings in coy pride. And the Devimon next to him whose jealous side wasn't wiped out with Hand of Fate commented bitterly, "Yamato's prettier."
Iori brushed his dirty-blonde hair with his fingers.
"Yamato who can't be seen from under Taichi's wide ass or Yamato who's so stuck up, he needs a mic, speakers and spotlights to address himself to anyone?"
Devimon snickered. Angemon's side filed protest, "He's my older brother!"
"I thought, he's just Yagami's bitch," Iori offered peacefully. "So, Take-chan, cut it out, let's talk about intriguing things for a change, like... us."
Takeru stood up and seized Iori's waist.
"What if I don't wanna talk?"
Iori tried to wriggle out causing Takeru to lock their bodies close.
"Then give me some exercise, Takeru. You know, I've been dying for some erm... moving up and down?"
Takeru laughed and took Iori into his bedroom.
Angel took off his wings and Devil his horns in a spell of good disposition of spirit, and they occupied the bedroom between Heaven and Hell, which usually served as a stage for bitch fights like Apocalypse, and was generally known as Earth.
Due to being thirteen and horny and possessing active searching and inventive minds, the boys shook off their clothes fast and stood naked before each other, panting heavily. Golden light from the window created wonderful pattern on their skin, Iori's dark silhouette shaped on Takeru's sunlit front like an evil shadow thrown on a golden statue crowned with a halo.
Takeru stepped up and kissed Iori on lips. They were soft and washed with hot breath and strangely unsatisfying. Takeru brushed his body against the little boy and angled his face to enter Iori's mouth with his tongue.
The sensation was stupefying. Takeru took a lungful of his raw breath and realised he wouldn't want to inhale anything else in eternity. Another sharp intake hissed in the room and a sound of tongues overlapping one another tuned in. Iori's mouth seemed so plastic, stretching to accommodate, closing to suck, mysteriously endless - something familiar from the days in his mother's womb, primitive, natural, forgotten.
Iori's body shook in one swift motion at the same time pressed to Takeru's belly.
Kiss played its significant role. Iori pulled his face away and dropped to his knees.
"Who's on top?" said the precise blonde.
Iori fell on his back and drove his knees apart.
"You?" he suggested.
Takeru lowered himself between his thighs and rubbed his lower stomach on Iori's crotch, then shifted higher and brought their groins together.
Iori gave a wild short scream and hit the back of his head on the floor while arching his back. Soft flesh hardened.
Takeru bared his teeth in a laugh feeling their erections meet. He caressed his lover's cock.
"Good enough?"
"What are you waiting for? Your mother?!" Iori gasped. "Go inside already!"
Takeru laughed tempted and squeezed harder. Iori screwed his eyes shut and cried out again. Takeru remembered something about a lubricant. A quick scan of his room drove him to conclusion that the only thing to coat with was his 'goodnight' yogurt.
"Iori, turn over!" Takeru ordered and dipped his hand inside the bowl strategically placed by their sprawled bodies.
Delicious stomach-curling smell of strawberries and apples spread in the room as the stuff was applied. Takeru moved inside of Iori with small pushes.
Iori's teeth scratching grew into howls of pain after four or five of driving motions.
Takeru rubbed his sides in wide trembling stokes and tried to catch his fading breath. He could never imagine how perfect the sense of driving his cock down someone's warm clenched shaft was. It was as if the length of his sex was prickled with needles of pleasure. He moaned sharing a generous pinch on Iori's shoulders.
The boy on his fours, pressed down by the mass of Takeru's agonizing body shifted impatiently and groaned.
"Are you gonna... thrust... or are you gonna not... that's the fucking... question, Takeru!" Iori insisted. "And... by the way... I'm on top next time..."
"Uhu," Takeru mumbled. He slowly danced Iori's hips with the help of his hands into a fast breathtaking rhythm and in the end was slamming against the small ass.
Iori jerked as his anal orgasm struck and transported over to his cock. Takeru lost the rhythm but to hell with it, his tip throbbed with premonition, he thrusted two more times erratically and came like a gun, shooting his cock out of Iori's ass, doubling on the floor in a piercing scream of sexual seizures.
Iori's tears of pain mixed with tears of laughter as he stretched in relief on the floor and watched as Takeru was roasting crazy with his hands pressed to his groin to extend his pleasure.
"Kids' play," Iori sighed. Takeru rolled up to him and snuggled into his neck.
"I'm not your goddammed Kaiser," he whispered. "Tantra and phone sex escaped my line of studies."
A kiss sounded in the emptiness of the small bedroom.
"Kaiser would look good in bed," Iori said with longing. He yawned but didn't submit to urges to go to sleep. "I had a crush on him you know."
Takeru's eyes were closed but one blonde eyebrow shot up in annoyance.
"Confession time? I was in love with my brother, so?"
"I knew you had it in you. Do you think Daisuke'll live if Ken throws all those things on him?..."
"We can always volunteer to be a backup medical team and watch the show.. Do you think if I got Yamato drunk like shit he'd mistake me for Taichi?"
"Yeah... About those girls," Iori said thoughtfully. His system leapt back to his serious mode as soon as sex was over. Sometimes it seemed that sex hormones were simply injected into him like insulin and his blood dissolved them on short notice.
"I had it you're gay," Takeru mumbled.
Iori snorted.
"Unofficially," he meditated. "Mother'd go mental if she found out I'm gay also."
"Also?"
"My father and Oikawa... But really, YOGURT, Takeru?!"
The blonde picked a handful of heavy milky mass and stuffed Iori's mouth full of strawberry and apple yogurt.
"You talk too much!" he informed him.
Angel and Devil picked up their attributes and parted ways until they came face to face again and the Earth went round and round.
a/n
I want reviews for that!!!
~Single~
"They're shooting Titanic at the cinema tonight..."
"Would you like a cup of tea in the cafe across the road?"
"I have tons of Backstreet's posters to show you!"
"It's my birthday, you're invited..."
And so on, and so forth.
Takeru and Iori shouldered their way through happy couples that were Odaiba Junior High. Even Daisuke clinically brainless, had a date - Ken had just arrived and was whispering some conspiracy in Daisuke's ear. The cinnamon haired boy giggled. Hikari and Miyako walked away hand in hand.
Life sucked.
Two pair of keen eyes observed from the thick growth offside the school grounds. Two faces with alike determination written across them turned to each other and two twin nods followed. Two junior high girls clutched their schoolbags and walked simultaneously out of the bushes and headed steadily to the two single boys.
Target: Takaishi Takeru and Hida Iori.
Goal: a date.
"Ohayo!" the girl with two curly plaits said to Takeru.
"Ohayo!" the girl with one ponytail said to Iori. Iori calmly looked up to the girl's towering face.
"Uhm," said the Girl With Two Plaits. "Takaishi-san..."
"Sumimasen," Takeru flashed a Hollywood smile. "I don't know who you are?"
"Hida-san!" the Girl With A Ponytail grabbed Iori's hand and rambled. "I'm so impressed with your kendo skill, so impressed that I couldn't help meeting you in person! I'm Keido Keiko."
"Yoroshiku gozaimasu," Iori bowed politely.
The Girl With Two Plaits said, "My name is Ango Maiko, homeroom 2-3. I like basketball too."
Takeru and Iori bowed again without a word.
Silence.
The girls blushed.
"Uhm," said Maiko. "It's a pity that the four of us are the only junior high students without a date, isn't it?"
Either it wasn't such a pity or the slow minds of boys didn't take the hint, but the only available males stayed silent.
"It looks like everyone's going somewhere with someone tonight," Keiko continued desperately hammering the hint into the boys' heads.
Takeru's blank face distorted in thought. He gulped and grabbed Iori's hand.
"Would you excuse us for a minute?" he said.
Takeru dragged Iori through the crowd and further to the 'emergency exit' - which was a low bow that the students used for climbing over the fence without teachers' noticing.
"What are you doing, Takeru-san, I wonder?"
Takeru helped Iori to get down from the fence and pulled him in the direction of their apartment complex. He strode down the street with Iori in tow and talked.
"Look, Iori-san, those girls who don't have a life wanted to hook us on a date, understand? Well, their problem if they're short on guys. I don't wanna be the thick dude of their dreams! I'm happy by myself!
Iori gave him a sidelong glance but kept silent. Suddenly he skipped in front of Takeru and made him stop.
"Please, forget about the 'san' thing. I'm just Iori to you."
Takeru blinked. "Okay, but you're gonna call me like everyone else does too."
Iori smiled wickedly. "Take-chan?" he said. "T-chan? TK-chan?"
Takeru found himself blushing. "Whatever Io-chan."
Iori giggled happily.
It was Takeru's apartment they crushed in. Iori went to the kitchen and sat on the rim of the dining table, his feet dangling above the floor.
Takeru wondered after so many times seeing Iori's transformation to the little green-eyed imp - just how innocent and dandy-ish Iori used to look in public. He handed him a juice and sipped on his own straw noisily. Iori sent him a funny look of his green mischievous eyes.
"Take-chan," he said seriously. "I want a date."
"Hm, so who? Anyone lurking in the abysmal hell of your mind?" Takeru asked cheerfully.
"Uhu. You."
The feet kept on dangling gently bumping into Takeru's knees. The blonde froze on the spot, loosening his grip on his glass and the glass rocketed towards the floor and shattered in a pool of juice.
Takeru kneeled on the floor hurriedly. He forgot about the glass pieces and looked up. Shivers ran down his spine. 'Devil walked over my grave,' Takeru thought. High above him Iori's concerned devious face loomed in sight, two bright eyes watching him curiously.
"Really?" asked Takeru quietly.
Iori slid down the table and Takeru's head leveled his stomach. He stepped closer and said breathlessly, "I find you the most beautiful creature in my life."
The Angemon on Takeru's shoulder brushed his wings in coy pride. And the Devimon next to him whose jealous side wasn't wiped out with Hand of Fate commented bitterly, "Yamato's prettier."
Iori brushed his dirty-blonde hair with his fingers.
"Yamato who can't be seen from under Taichi's wide ass or Yamato who's so stuck up, he needs a mic, speakers and spotlights to address himself to anyone?"
Devimon snickered. Angemon's side filed protest, "He's my older brother!"
"I thought, he's just Yagami's bitch," Iori offered peacefully. "So, Take-chan, cut it out, let's talk about intriguing things for a change, like... us."
Takeru stood up and seized Iori's waist.
"What if I don't wanna talk?"
Iori tried to wriggle out causing Takeru to lock their bodies close.
"Then give me some exercise, Takeru. You know, I've been dying for some erm... moving up and down?"
Takeru laughed and took Iori into his bedroom.
Angel took off his wings and Devil his horns in a spell of good disposition of spirit, and they occupied the bedroom between Heaven and Hell, which usually served as a stage for bitch fights like Apocalypse, and was generally known as Earth.
Due to being thirteen and horny and possessing active searching and inventive minds, the boys shook off their clothes fast and stood naked before each other, panting heavily. Golden light from the window created wonderful pattern on their skin, Iori's dark silhouette shaped on Takeru's sunlit front like an evil shadow thrown on a golden statue crowned with a halo.
Takeru stepped up and kissed Iori on lips. They were soft and washed with hot breath and strangely unsatisfying. Takeru brushed his body against the little boy and angled his face to enter Iori's mouth with his tongue.
The sensation was stupefying. Takeru took a lungful of his raw breath and realised he wouldn't want to inhale anything else in eternity. Another sharp intake hissed in the room and a sound of tongues overlapping one another tuned in. Iori's mouth seemed so plastic, stretching to accommodate, closing to suck, mysteriously endless - something familiar from the days in his mother's womb, primitive, natural, forgotten.
Iori's body shook in one swift motion at the same time pressed to Takeru's belly.
Kiss played its significant role. Iori pulled his face away and dropped to his knees.
"Who's on top?" said the precise blonde.
Iori fell on his back and drove his knees apart.
"You?" he suggested.
Takeru lowered himself between his thighs and rubbed his lower stomach on Iori's crotch, then shifted higher and brought their groins together.
Iori gave a wild short scream and hit the back of his head on the floor while arching his back. Soft flesh hardened.
Takeru bared his teeth in a laugh feeling their erections meet. He caressed his lover's cock.
"Good enough?"
"What are you waiting for? Your mother?!" Iori gasped. "Go inside already!"
Takeru laughed tempted and squeezed harder. Iori screwed his eyes shut and cried out again. Takeru remembered something about a lubricant. A quick scan of his room drove him to conclusion that the only thing to coat with was his 'goodnight' yogurt.
"Iori, turn over!" Takeru ordered and dipped his hand inside the bowl strategically placed by their sprawled bodies.
Delicious stomach-curling smell of strawberries and apples spread in the room as the stuff was applied. Takeru moved inside of Iori with small pushes.
Iori's teeth scratching grew into howls of pain after four or five of driving motions.
Takeru rubbed his sides in wide trembling stokes and tried to catch his fading breath. He could never imagine how perfect the sense of driving his cock down someone's warm clenched shaft was. It was as if the length of his sex was prickled with needles of pleasure. He moaned sharing a generous pinch on Iori's shoulders.
The boy on his fours, pressed down by the mass of Takeru's agonizing body shifted impatiently and groaned.
"Are you gonna... thrust... or are you gonna not... that's the fucking... question, Takeru!" Iori insisted. "And... by the way... I'm on top next time..."
"Uhu," Takeru mumbled. He slowly danced Iori's hips with the help of his hands into a fast breathtaking rhythm and in the end was slamming against the small ass.
Iori jerked as his anal orgasm struck and transported over to his cock. Takeru lost the rhythm but to hell with it, his tip throbbed with premonition, he thrusted two more times erratically and came like a gun, shooting his cock out of Iori's ass, doubling on the floor in a piercing scream of sexual seizures.
Iori's tears of pain mixed with tears of laughter as he stretched in relief on the floor and watched as Takeru was roasting crazy with his hands pressed to his groin to extend his pleasure.
"Kids' play," Iori sighed. Takeru rolled up to him and snuggled into his neck.
"I'm not your goddammed Kaiser," he whispered. "Tantra and phone sex escaped my line of studies."
A kiss sounded in the emptiness of the small bedroom.
"Kaiser would look good in bed," Iori said with longing. He yawned but didn't submit to urges to go to sleep. "I had a crush on him you know."
Takeru's eyes were closed but one blonde eyebrow shot up in annoyance.
"Confession time? I was in love with my brother, so?"
"I knew you had it in you. Do you think Daisuke'll live if Ken throws all those things on him?..."
"We can always volunteer to be a backup medical team and watch the show.. Do you think if I got Yamato drunk like shit he'd mistake me for Taichi?"
"Yeah... About those girls," Iori said thoughtfully. His system leapt back to his serious mode as soon as sex was over. Sometimes it seemed that sex hormones were simply injected into him like insulin and his blood dissolved them on short notice.
"I had it you're gay," Takeru mumbled.
Iori snorted.
"Unofficially," he meditated. "Mother'd go mental if she found out I'm gay also."
"Also?"
"My father and Oikawa... But really, YOGURT, Takeru?!"
The blonde picked a handful of heavy milky mass and stuffed Iori's mouth full of strawberry and apple yogurt.
"You talk too much!" he informed him.
Angel and Devil picked up their attributes and parted ways until they came face to face again and the Earth went round and round.
a/n
I want reviews for that!!!