Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The affair ❯ The weekend ( Chapter 2 )

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The Affair Part 2
Setting: Three months later.
Title: The weekend
By: Yamimylove
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He started to pack his bag with much anticipation for the weekend. He opened his drawer and looked inside for things that he'd need or would have to take to make sure his wife would think that he was going where he said he was going. The socks looked like a sure bet and a few pairs of boxers wouldn't be bad to take, though he knew for a fact that he wouldn't need such things this weekend. Pulling out the sexy red ones, he searched for other things to pack. He opened another drawer and started pulling out shirts. As he started to fold one shirt, he noticed the lube sitting on top of it. He smiled to himself at the thought of what that was for and eagerly slid it to the bottom of his bag. He looked around to make sure that Sora was not over his shoulder as she had recently started doing, then added the condoms to the bottom of the bag as well.

Almost done, he thought. He sighed heavily, trying to remember if he had forgotten anything that he would need. Realizing that he had everything, he zipped the bag up and pushed it under his side of the bed with his left foot.

"Are you ready?" Sora asked as she walked into the room and smiled at him. She took a seat next to him at the foot of the bed and looked into his eyes lovingly, longingly.

"Of course."

"The boys are really going to miss you like they always do."

"I know. They'll get used to it after they get older and then they won't care if I'm here or not."

"Don't speak like that! Your boys love you dearly. They'll always care about you and where you are."

He sighed and closed his eyes only to feel light, feathery fingers playing with his own, one running along each of his from knuckle to nail. She picked up the hand and brought it up so it cupped the side of her face. "Yamato…" she whispered.

"What is it?" he replied.

"You know very well what I want. I won't see you until Monday. I need to be satisfied before you go. You know how I get if I'm not." She smiled at that and started planting soft kisses on his palm.

"Sora, I'm tired right now. I have a long day tomorrow with the training and all. I need to rest."

"Yamato, it won't hurt you to make love to me just once before you go. That's all I'm asking. I'll even be on top again if you don't want to do all the work."

"Listen," he said as he took her hand away from his face and stroked it, "I'm really tired and I need to rest for tomorrow. When I come back…"

"Of course," she said sarcastically, cutting him off. "As soon as you get back, you'll come straight home. You'll first go kiss the boys good night and only then will you come in our room, to our bed, to make love to me. You said that last time! That was three weeks ago!" She stood up and furiously paced the room. "Why do you do this to me? I'm your wife and I NEED you!"

"Honey…"

"DON'T you honey me. I know exactly what's going on here. Oh, yes, I do. You're tired of making love to me. That's what the problem is here! It's okay, though, you'll see. When you get back from training, I'll have a great big surprise for you, one you can't resist."

"Honey…" Yamato knew very well that his desires for this woman had almost completely disappeared. Lately, Taichi had been satisfying him more than she was, or ever could. He thought that there might be a way that they could both get what they needed from other people instead of each other.

"I TOLD you not to call me that. Do you know what I've been doing lately, Ishida Yamato?"

"…?"

"I've had to resort to pleasuring myself since you can't do it for me anymore!”

There was a moment of silence between the two; neither knew what to say.

"You know what," she said furiously, "there's something wrong with you. I think you should definitely see a doctor to see what it is. Maybe you've got prostate cancer, for all I know."

"Sora, calm down a bit! You're carrying on like an animal! Do you WANT to wake the kids up!" He had never seen her this angry when they argued over their problems.

She walked over to the phone book that was resting on the dresser and flipped through it, trying to find the family doctor's phone number. She soon found it and picked up the phone. Staring at him doubtfully, she waited for an answer but got the answering machine instead. She put down the phone. "I'll make that appointment tomorrow instead." She turned around and noticed that Yamato was already on his side of the bed, and covered up almost completely. "You. Are. Something else!"

He turned around to face her, slightly. "Sora, please. I need my rest and you're bothering me now. I told you that as soon as I get back we'll do what you want, okay?"

"But didn't we just discuss this? I can't wait that long!" Unexpectedly, she started sobbing. "I don't… understand what's happening anymore…"

"There's no need to cry. " For a moment, he thought that maybe it was the least he could do for her if he let her have her way this time.

“Yes there is. I don't know how to make you happy anymore."

Too bad, Sora, he thought. People fall out of love all the time, and this is one of those times. There's nothing we can do for each other but care for our boys.

The next day:

He woke up with a start, unconsciously searching for the sleeping body next to his. It was not there. He smiled to himself. He realized that it was already Saturday. He couldn't wait for the coming events.

Stretching his back as he was used to doing every morning, he yawned and rolled off the bed. He walked around a bit, trying to find Sora. She was nowhere in sight, so he went into the boys' room to see how they were doing. Both boys were already up and cleaning their room.

"Where's Mommy?" Tezuka asked.

"That's why I came here. I was looking for Mommy too." He sat on one of the beds and Tezuka jumped into his lap.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy!"

"What is it?"

"When you're gone…Mommy said she's going to take us out for dinner!"

"Really?"

"Uh-huh," he responded as he nodded his head up and down furiously.

"I know you're going to have a great time with your mom and brother, right?" The boy giggled and nodded his head again.

A door slammed shut in the background and they all knew that she had come back home.

"Boys," she called out. "We've got a long day today and I want you both to have a good breakfast." She appeared in the doorway holding a bag of takeout from a nearby restaurant, her idea of a good breakfast. The youngest boy ran to her and wrapped his arms around her waist while on his tippy toes.

"My Mommy," he said as he looked up and smiled at her. She picked him up, seemingly not noticing that Yamato was there, and kissed his forehead.

"Mommy's always here for you, dear." Yamato took that as a sign and stood up to leave the room.

~*~

A few short hours later…

He was just starting to get worried since Taichi didn't answer the door. He knocked again. "Taichi, are you home?" he called out. There was no answer. By this time he was starting to worry that something had happened to him inside. He picked up the welcome mat and searched underneath it for a key. There wasn't one. He dropped the mat and knocked again.

"Taichi." He knew for a fact that Taichi told him to come over at about eleven. He checked his watch and saw that it was already half past. Frustrated, he sat on the step and decided to wait until Taichi came home. Moments later, the elevator opened, and Taichi appeared before him, smiling eagerly. Yamato knew that he couldn't be angry with him for long after seeing his beautiful smile and perfect features.

"I've been waiting for you."

"I know. I'm sorry. I would have been here sooner, but I had drop off Kihachiro at Hikari's place and the traffic was not the best."

"I understand." Thinking about it, he realized that he wasn't sure who the mother of Taichi's son was. It had never been revealed to him. This thought left his mind as Taichi opened the door to his apartment.

"Come in," Taichi said as he slid off his sneakers and put on some slippers. He led Yamato into the kitchen. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Breakfast? You know I don't eat breakfast."

"I know, but you might need it for later, for energy," he responded as he grinned naughtily and raised his eyebrows.

"Just give me some toast then."

Taichi shook his head in disapproval. "I want you to have a good breakfast. I'm prepared to make you anything you want to eat. Just tell me and I'll do it."

"Fine. Make me sushi rolls and rice balls with orange juice." Taichi grinned in delight and prepared himself: washing his hands, throwing on an apron, and taking out necessary items from the refrigerator.

But Yamato just sat and admired every move, every sound that escaped Taichi 's lips.

"How long will this take?" he asked as Taichi sliced the sushi rolls and formed the rice balls.

"As long as it takes you to eat." He had finished slicing and was placing everything on a fancy plate for Yamato. Taichi set it in front of him along with the orange juice and sat in another chair next to him. He propped his elbow on the table and rested his head in the palm of his hand. He, too, couldn't wait until Yamato finished eating. It seemed that time slowed down and that Yamato couldn't eat fast enough. He watched longingly as one sushi roll disappeared and the chewing began. His eyes traveled upwards to the baby, fine, golden locks. He was so close, close enough to reach out and stroke it. He did so; Yamato took the hand in his own and kissed it.

"When shall we start?" he asked, eyeing Taichi questioningly.

"We have all weekend for that. We don't want to tire ourselves out too much right away."

"I know, but we haven't been together in a week. The least we can do is…"

"Spend our time wisely."

" Taichi, are you sure about that?" He had an idea to coax Taichi to do what he wanted. He slowly slid off his slipper and ran his foot up Taichi 's leg. “Do you like this?" Taichi nodded his head in approval as the foot teased him, going up to his knee but not further. Taichi sat there expectantly, waiting for more to happen. He sucked in his breath when it made its way further to that sensitive spot and started toying with the area, caressing it. Yamato smiled and nodded his head in approval. "It's nice, isn't it?"

"I…I…like it very much."

"Good," Yamato responded as he removed his foot, "then we should do more now."

"I agree," Taichi said.

"Good." He finished the last sushi roll and stood up. Taichi followed him.

"Where should we do this?"

"I don't care. Anywhere is fine with me."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure."

Taichi pulled off the apron and took Yamato's hands in his. He backed Yamato up so that he was trapped between the washing machine and Taichi's body. "Is this good?" He didn't give Yamato a chance to respond. He smothered the soft lips with his in a deep kiss. The lips parted for him and he took the advantage. He drove his own lips between them and swirled his tongue around the other before sucking on the bottom lip. An "mmm" sound escaped the lips against his, so he smothered them with his once again to silence his lover.

Arms were wrapped around his neck and he in turn wrapped his around the thin waist…but traveled lower to the firm buttocks. He squeezed them until a smothered yelp filled the air. He loosened his grip and kissed lower, the nape of the neck, planting his lips on all the sensitive spots he could find. He knew every one of these from experience, experience from years back. He savored the sweet scent of the creamy skin, like some kind of shower gel, like cologne mixed with wine. He liked this scent and licked the skin to taste it, all the while reaching down for the belt buckle that kept the tight-fitting jeans in place. He threw the belt aside and it landed somewhere, he didn't know where. While continuing his kisses to lips, neck, and face, he tried hard to open the fly.

"Let me," Yamato said. Soon, the jeans were unbuttoned and Taichi pulled them down as far as he could along with the boxers. He then used his foot to coax them down until they pooled around the thin ankles. "Socks…off," Taichi managed to say though lips were still smothered against Yamato's. He wasn't sure how Yamato did it, but they were somehow kicked off without him having to use his hands.

Now he was almost to his goal. He knew everything about Yamato's body from the old times. He knew what could make him scream and carry on like a madman. He planned to use every single one of those techniques this weekend, but he didn't want to tire him out so soon.

He stepped back for a moment so he, too, could dispose of his pants. He practically tore them off, along with his shirt.

"Taichi, please."

"Do you want something, Yama?"

" Taichi, you know. Do it." With that, Taichi grabbed his hips and turned him around so that back was facing chest.

"Is this what you mean?" Taichi pretended to take no notice and simply ran his fingers through the platinum hair and planted his lips on the left shoulder.

Yamato couldn't take it any longer. He spread his legs further apart and raised his hips higher. "Please," he whimpered.

Taichi was drowning in the scent of his lover. It was stronger behind the neck and he suspected that this was the source of the scent. He took in deep breaths to savor it before he nibbled on an ear. "What are you wearing?" he whispered. Yamato couldn't believe that Taichi would ask him something like that in their current position. He pushed his hips back against Taichi to show him what he should be focusing on.

"Please…"

"Please?"

"Yes, and then…"

"And then what?"

"Then I'll do it to you. Please, just do it to me first."

"I will, but you must wait. We haven't even prepared yet. You wouldn't want me to hurt you by accident. I know you wouldn't want that to happen. I wouldn't want it to happen either."

“Taichi, please. I NEED it.”

“Need?” he asked as he reached down to squeeze the buttocks. “mmm, so …firm.” He explored the crevice between, barely tracing the whole as the blonde moaned his name, pumping his hips against Taichi, wildly, to feel more. “Come with me,” Taichi whispered in his ear before he lifted Yamato up in his arms and carried him into the bedroom. He let Yamato fall onto the bed and he joined him, now eager to finish what he started. He grabbed the lube but saw that it was empty.

“Get my bag,” Yamato instructed. Taichi left for a moment and came back with it. “It's at the bottom.” After much searching, Taichi found it.

“Wow,” he said, amused at the bag's contents, ”you were really planning on having a hot weekend!”

"Taichi, please."

This time, Taichi decided to listen to Yamato. He coated his fingers and spread the already-spread legs further apart. Pushing in a probing finger, he began to stretch Yamato for what was to come, exploring every unknown inch of him. The tightness of his lover amazed him, always. And combined with his shuddering and moans was almost enough to make him reach climax. When he pulled out his fingers to add more lube, those sexy noises that always drove him wild increased like music to his ears. He pushed in two fingers this time and wiggled them around just a bit and Yamato raised his hips off the bed, impaling himself on the fingers to feel more. When he felt that Yamato was ready enough, he removed his fingers and coated himself as well. By now Yamato was frustrated. He had been toyed with like a rag doll, shuddering and trembling from every touch and caress. He still had not gotten what he needed.

Taichi lifted Yamato up from his position on the bed until he was resting in his lap with his legs were on either side of Taichi. Yamato felt two strong hands grab his buttocks, holding tight, separating them. He wrapped his arms around Taichi's neck, bringing them close together, and kissed him.

"Please," he whimpered, though their lips were still smothered together.

Only then did Taichi guide his hips down, slowly, until he was buried deep inside the tightness of Yamato's body. . .