Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Road Leads Where It’s Led ❯ The Road Leads Where It's Led ( Chapter 1 )

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Me: It all started with a simple word: Concur. Can you believe it? It's a word in my dad's favorite part in Catch Me If You Can. DiCaprio is pretending to be a doctor and I guess the line is “Do you concur?” I was thinking about that when I wrote my short “A Little Holiday Cheer,” and decided to include it, so the sentence came out to be, “Matt had to concur, TK knew how to undress someone, no matter how they were positioned.” Then it ran amok into Matt remembering a train ride. After I wrote that, my more perverted mind came up with “What happened on that train?” *Pauses to glare at Tommy*

Tommy: What? I'm just curious!

Me: Anyways, since then, I've steamed on it--

Tommy: Oh yes, you're so hot!

Me: It was just an expression!!! *Smiles at audience* Anyways, I thought hard on it, day after day, and--oh gods! I'm such a pervert to think only about how I could make an interesting erotic fic about two blondes, and two brothers on top of it all! Oh gods! WHY???

Tommy: Anyways, what she was trying to say is that she looked upon it as a challenge and the solution is what you're about to read. Enjoy. *Pauses* Get up, will you?

Me: *Sobbing as she kneels* I'm so dirty!

Tommy: *Grins* Yes, quite.

Me: *Abruptly stops sobbing* Maybe you need another dose of gay to calm you down!

Tommy: Fine, fine! We don't own the Blonde Brothers. She wishes we did, but we don't.

 

13. June. 2005

 

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The Road Leads Where It's Led

by Herme and Tommy Tommy and Herme!

 

“Hey, TK, don't fall asleep yet.”

 

TK forced his eyes open. He stared out of the window and met only black, it was still nighttime and they were nowhere near their destination. His head felt like a bowling ball as he lifted it from his older brother's shoulder. Speaking of older brothers, he turned to look at him.

 

“What is it, Matt?” he asked, unable to keep all of the irritation out of his voice.

 

Matt smiled kindly. “Sorry,” he told his brother, “but before you go to sleep, you ought to go and brush your teeth.”

 

TK gave him a withering stare.

 

“Hey, hey, hey,” Matt said, “I promised mom, remember?”

 

TK continued to stare at his brother, his more rebellious side urging him to simply turn over in his chair and go back to sleep. The two of them stared at each other for a moment longer before TK caved, but not unconditionally.

 

“Then you had better come and brush your teeth, too,” he said firmly.

 

Matt grinned sarcastically. “As you wish, Master.”

 

The two of them dug through their own bags to unearth their toothbrushes, and Matt supplied a small tube of toothpaste. He handed it to TK and pushed him before him towards the bathroom.

 

The brothers swayed a bit as the floor beneath them moved gently. At current, the two of them were on their way to visit their grandmother. It was the last break in the school year before Matt graduated, and since their grandmother would be unable to go and visit him, they were on their way to visit *her.*

 

“I can't believe you're already going to graduate,” TK said suddenly, as if he could hear Matt's thoughts. “The school year sure went by fast, especially today. Davis was telling me this morning that he and Ken were going to go camping, they left right after school, I think. Say, what was Tai gonna do? Do you know?”

 

“He said something about a part-time job,” Matt replied. “I think it was coaching little kids' soccer.”

 

“That sounds like something he would do,” TK said as he stopped outside of the small bathroom, swaying a bit on his feet as the floor rocked.

 

They were traveling in the cart furthest away from the dining cart, though Matt wasn't sure why. It really was a bother to have to walk back and forth and back and forth from their cart and the dining cart every time TK had a mood swing. Unfortunately, TK got motion sickness when they sat for long periods of time, but afterwards, he almost always became ravenously hungry, only to be sick again later. Luckily for them, the entire car was empty but for them, and no one was around to bear witness to TK's less-than-hot moments.

 

TK slid the door open and went inside, closing the door behind him. Matt leaned against the seat across from the door, crossing his arms and stretching his neck to both sides, waiting his turn. He wasn't there long, however, before the door suddenly opened again and he found himself staring up at TK.

 

“Is there something--” he began, but stopped when TK reached out and grabbed his arm, hauling him up and inside of the small bathroom.

 

“What are you doing?” Matt asked as he felt and heard the door close behind him.

 

TK tilted his head to the side, wrapping his arms around his lovely brother. “Nothing much, Matt,” he said. “Why? *Should* I be doing something?”

 

“I thought you were tired.”

 

“Not anymore.”

 

Matt raised an eyebrow as he looked down at TK. “What are you thinking in that little mind of yours?”

 

TK smiled. *The* smile.

 

And Matt smiled back.

 

TK leaned up and caught his older brother's lip in a gentle kiss. Sliding his hands down Matt's sides, he caught his fingers under the hem of his shirt, lifting it up until it left Matt's body altogether. He sighed softly as he felt Matt's hands pulling at the buttons of his own shirt.

 

TK left Matt's lips to begin a hot trail down his chest. His hands came to a rest at the belt holding Matt's pants up, unbuckling it and pushing it aside to undo the button and fly. His lips met with one of Matt's nipples and he began to suckle it as his hand pushed Matt's pants down over his hips.

 

Matt gave a small gasp as he leaned backwards, feeling the edge of the sink pressing into his backside. His heartbeat had jumped a mile and he wasn't even sure how the air was still passing through his lips to his lungs. He was in awe as he watched as TK began to make his way back up to his lips.

 

The train suddenly jerked as it went around a curve, throwing the two of them into the door. It clicked and opened slightly, and TK quickly reached out to close and lock it again. They looked at each other and laughed lightly before Matt reached out and pulled TK's lips to his once again.

 

As TK made to accept the kiss, he stood on his tippy-toes, effectively taking his feet from his shoes. Raising a foot up, he slid it between Matt's legs, between the fabric of his boxers and that of his jeans, and began to push Matt's jeans down to his knees.

 

Matt passed his hands over the smooth planes of TK's chest and stomach, pausing a moment at TK's stomach. Of all the places on TK's body that Matt absolutely adored, TK's stomach surpassed them all, hands down. For some reason, Matt just loved TK's stomach. While TK had most certainly grown, becoming a tall and slender, utterly breath-taking being, his stomach had remained just as cute and soft as ever it had been when he was still a kid.

 

Shifting their positions in the small restroom, tottering a bit, Matt finally made his way to sit down upon the closed lid of the toilet. Holding TK firmly by the hips, Matt leaned in and pressed the side of his face into TK's stomach.

 

TK raised an eyebrow and looked down at his brother. “What are you doing?” he asked.

 

“Nothing much,” Matt replied, mimicking TK.

 

TK caught on and narrowed his eyes at his brother. “Is that so?”

 

“Mmm-hmm,” Matt murmured, pressing his lips against TK's stomach. TK gave a gasp as the vibrations of Matt's reply were sent into his stomach, tickling it, but also into his groin, giving him a different feeling altogether.

 

“Ah, Matt,” TK whispered.

 

Matt didn't reply as he began to litter soft kisses all over TK's stomach. TK laughed at the sweet absurdity of it, but his laughter choked off when Matt suddenly deep throated his arousal. He nearly came right then as he was subjected to Matt's tormenting and pleasurable mouth.

 

“Holy--!” TK shouted, but he choked it off quickly. “Matt!” he continued in a whisper. “If you keep that up--”

 

But Matt ignored him. He continued to move his mouth over TK in a mimicry of lovemaking, loving the small squeaks and half-moans that TK made as he tried to keep quiet.

 

//Oh yeah?\\ Matt thought. Deep in his throat, Matt began a throaty sound that vibrated hard against TK's sensitive arousal. He listening in delight as TK began a losing battle to keep his reaction to himself, or at least, inside the bathroom. Matt grinned through his work, he knew that any second now…

 

“Matt!” TK half-shouted, half-whispered as he flung himself away from his older brother's torturing mouth. He wasn't able to go too far however before his back hit the sink, leaving the very tip of his arousal between Matt's lips. Matt reached forward a bit and caught the head lightly between his teeth, forcing TK to stand still.

 

“Hmmm?” Matt replied, looking up at TK, giving him undivided attention. Well, not quite.

 

TK began to sweat as he looked down at his brother, who effectively had him caught, `cause he sure as hell wasn't gonna try jerking away from him. He moaned when he felt Matt's tongue rubbing the head of his arousal.

 

“Matt…” TK whined. “If you don't…”

 

Matt took his mouth from TK, but kept firm grip on his with his fist. “Don't what?”

 

TK opened his eyes and pinned Matt with an intensely lustful look. “If you don't get your ass up here and fuck me right now, I swear…!” He left the threat unsaid, but Matt knew that his little brother already had the beginnings of Operation: Hardcore Revenge in the works.

 

Matt stood up and smiled. “Shhh, quiet, Kitsune,” he whispered. “Or do you want the whole train in here with us?”

 

“I don't want to be! I don't care! I just want you!”

 

When their lips met again, Matt grabbed his little brother fiercely and using TK's ass as a base, he pulled his brother's body up against his own. TK shivered and suppressed a moan when their groins met, and even more so when Matt lowered his head to take his own turn at oral pleasuring. TK bit his lip as Matt took in a nipple, alternating between suckling it and rubbing his tongue back and forth over the sensitive bud.

 

“How much do you want me?” Matt asked, his hot breath brushing over the wet spots on TK's chest.

 

TK shuddered. “A lot.”

 

“Is that more than `really want me'?”

 

“A shit-load more.”

 

Matt laughed lightly, amused by TK's swearing. He couldn't help how cute TK sounded when he cursed. He knew TK meant the words, but still… He dropped his little brother lightly to his feet.

 

“Turn around,” he whispered in his ear.

 

TK moaned softly as he did so, and Matt quickly stuck two fingers in his mouth. Pulling them back out, he reached down to find TK's opening. As he did, he leaned over TK and whispered in his ear.

 

“We have no lube, you know.”

 

“You're doing fine,” TK panted.

 

“There's no showering until we get to grandma's tomorrow.”

 

“Don't care right now.”

 

Matt smiled and littered butterfly kisses over the back of TK's neck and shoulders. Removing his fingers, Matt leveled the head of his erection at TK. TK's breathing quickened as he waited for it.

 

“Oh,” Matt said then, “and one more thing: no screaming.”

 

Without waiting for a reply, Matt pushed up into TK. TK gasped at the sudden intrusion and worked himself into a more accommodating position. He leaned forward, bracing himself against the wall. He looked up and suddenly caught sight of his own face and his brother's behind him.

 

TK was stunned. He hadn't realized he was standing right in front of the mirror. Indeed, he had forgotten that the room had one, and that the room was a bathroom, anyways! Where the hell was he anyways? Had he always been in this tiny bathroom with his brother?

 

His brother!

 

TK shifted his eyes to watch the pleasure as it spread over his brother's face. TK watched through a daze then as Matt looked up and caught sight of him in the mirror. Matt grinned at him, and TK felt his whole body flush.

 

Matt began a slow and strong rhythm into TK, all the while moving his hands over TK's stomach and chest. He watched in the mirror as TK watched the movements of his hands.

 

TK was most certainly impressed. Watching it was one thing. Feeling it was another. But to watch it and feel it? TK opened his mouth wide to pant, trying with the last bit of his conscious mind to not utter anything out loud, but that was a battle harder fought than decided, and even harder won. The two of them moaned quietly as they stared at each other's reflections in the mirror.

 

The temperature in the small room had quickly escalated to that of Amazon Jungle. Either through their own body temperature or the panting of their breath, the room had become hot and humid. Their skin flushed pink and their hair had taken on that misty, sauna-fried look.

 

One of TK's hands left the edge of the mirror, and he reached behind him to touch Matt's face. Just a reassurance, just a reminder, that the image in the mirror, that the angel face, that that sexy bastard…

 

//He really is real,\\ TK thought as he watched Matt's tongue flick out to touch one of his fingers. //He's real, and he's *mine.*\\ And with that reaffirmation, TK closed his eyes and began moving against his brother.

 

Matt gave a gasp as TK began to ride him hard and he zeroed in on TK's image. He watched the expression on his younger brother's face, his erotic passion moving him to try and bring Matt further and deeper into himself. Matt wasn't sure what sensation he was feeling best: the pulse of his muscles as he drove himself into TK, or the soft feeling of TK's ass bumping into his groin as his channel gripped him. He didn't have much time to think on it before TK decided he wasn't getting enough.

 

The train made a jerk and Matt nearly lost his balance as the floor beneath them shifted sharply, leaning to one side before becoming strangely still. Matt didn't register it as, to his astonishment, TK began to turn in place. Matt watched as TK lifted his right leg up and hooked it over his shoulder. TK's other leg lifted to Matt's hip, wrapping around his waist. TK's hands gripped the sink, giving him leverage to work against Matt.

 

Matt immediately threw his arms around TK's waist, gripping his supple rear to aide him in his ride. His hand slid easily over TK's moist skin, and he flexed his fingers in a massaging manner. One of TK's hands slipped from the sink as the train jerked again, but it made no difference in their love-making. TK took both hands from the sink and wrapped them around Matt's neck, fingers delving into Matt's soft, damp hair.

 

Matt arched his back, allowing pleasure to take him. He swore he'd break in two if he continued at this rate. He thought vaguely that he really should shift positions…but not before he came.

 

“Ah shit…” he whispered, his voice raspy as if it had not been used in years.

 

TK could feel Matt's words on his lips, his brother's lips being only a breath away as he leaned over him. He touched his lips to them, feathering them with kisses of light. Matt groaned. Even in the midst of their craze, TK had such a gentle way about him.

 

And then finally, pleasure overtook them. Matt's every muscle tensed as he drove himself up for one final thrust into TK. When his orgasm came, it tore straight through his every sense. He was aware of TK arching up against him as he climaxed, warm liquid coating their chests and arms. All of his strength left Matt in a rush and he fell back against the wall of the bathroom before sliding down. He didn't stop until his bottom met the toilet seat, and there he sat, panting and sweaty, as he stared through lidded eyes at the image of his brother, still clinging to him.

 

The only sounds left was their panting breath and Matt suddenly realized that it seemed a whole lot quieter now. Had they made a lot of noise? Or was it just the blood pounding through his head? Matt gave a weak smile. He felt so light-headed now, it seemed impossible.

 

“What's so funny?” TK asked, his voice still a little breathless. Lovely.

 

Matt continued to smile, and he leaned up to kiss TK's chin. TK leaned into the kiss and gently lowered his leg from Matt's shoulder, where it had been pressed up against the wall of the bathroom.

 

“I think I'm getting a cramp,” TK mumbled.

 

“What? You? Yeah right, Kristy Yamaguchi,” Matt replied, absorbing TK's glare with affection. He looked over TK's body, still flushed and damp. “Hey,” he said then. “You're still wearing your socks!”

 

TK flushed hard. “What? No way!” He glanced down, wriggling his toes. “Ah, Jesus Christ! I can't believe it!”

 

Matt smirked. “I told you one day you'd forget.”

 

“Well, I won't forget again! How embarrassing! Who has sex naked but for their socks?”

 

“I think you look pretty sexy.”

 

“Shut up, I do not, and besides, you've still got your pants around one ankle!”

 

“Who's fault is that?”

 

“I'll give you fault!” TK said before the train shook again and the door flew open. The freeze frame that the sudden event resulted in, had it been photographed, could have been the Picture of the Century, to be laughed at forever, had it not been for the fact that the terror etched into the brother's faces was heart-stoppingly real.

 

The door slid open to reveal…nothing. The seats adjacent the bathroom were empty. TK then moved up a hand and slid the door closed again, locking it firmly. That being done, TK turned to look at Matt again, who stared back at him, their faces curiously blank. TK leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Matt's shoulder. Matt wrapped his arms around TK and hugged him against himself. He could feel TK's body shaking.

 

Matt accidentally snorted, and TK lost it. Pulling away from his older brother, TK began to laugh hard. Once hearing TK's infectious laughter, Matt, too, let his laughter out. The two of them merely clung to each other as they began to laugh away their latest scare, their great “getaway!”

 

And then, simultaneously, the two of them leaned in for a session of breathless kissing. TK threaded his fingers through Matt's hair when they broke apart, both of their lungs gasping for the flavor of breath.

 

“Matt?”

 

“Hmm?”

 

TK didn't reply, and Matt looked up at him. Then he smiled. Reaching up, he gave TK a light kiss.

 

“I love you, too,” Matt said. “Now brush your teeth.”

 

TK laughed again, and the two of them made a hasty clean-up. Once they were clean (sort-of: “Ugh, now I'm kinda regretting it…” “Really?” “Hmm, no, not really.”), redressed (“That's not your shirt, it's mine.” “Well, what happened to mine?” “*Maybe it's in the toilet.*” “Not funny.”), and with minty-fresh smiles (kind of: “What happened to the toothpaste?”), the two of them made to get back to their seats. Matt reached out and unlocked the door, sliding it open.

 

The two boys froze as they came face-to-face with another boy just about TK's age. The boy lifted an eyebrow as he stared at the two of them. Matt and TK froze, the freeze-framed Picture of the Year back. The boy closed his mouth and then turned.

 

“I'll…just find another bathroom,” he said as he walked away, his long blue-black hair swinging behind him.

 

Matt and TK stood in the doorway, silent as the stars.

 

“Holy shit!” TK said suddenly. “When-- Did-- Do you think…?”

 

Matt shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. When did that kid get on? Had the train stopped? That was impossible. Surely he would have felt it! Matt tried to remember, but all he could remember was…

 

He began to blush hard. “C'mon,” he said then to TK and the two of them quickly made their way back to their seats.

 

Once there, the two of them threw themselves into them. TK shifted around and then looked up. In the seats directly on the other side of the bathroom was that boy! TK startled, and Matt looked to see what it was that had scared TK. When he caught sight of the boy, he, too, froze.

 

The boy smiled at them. It was then that TK and Matt realized it wasn't the same boy, but someone who looked a whole hell of a lot like him. This boy's hair was far shorter, falling only to his chin, though his eyes were the same dark blue as the other boy's.

 

Matt began to sweat. If that other boy was with that one, they couldn't help but hear what happened in the bathroom. They were sitting right next to it for god's sake! He felt TK grip his hand, and turned to look at him, but TK was carefully avoiding anyone's stare.

 

Just then, the former boy came back up the stairs behind them, having returned from the bathroom on the first level. He passed by TK and Matt without so much as a glance, and then carefully sat himself beside the other boy. Having them side by side, the Blonde Brothers realized that they were Twins.

 

The two groups stared at each other. The Blonde Brothers and the Twins. Then suddenly the long-haired twin smirked at the two of them. He shifted in his seat and threw his legs up over his brother's lap. The eyebrows of the owner of that lap shot up.

 

“Hey,” the long-haired twin called across the cart to them. “I hope you're not staring at my brother. I know he's a sexy bitch, but he's already spoken for.” To accentuate his point, he leaned up and kissed his brother's cheek.

 

Matt and TK startled, and not just them. The long-haired twin's brother's jaw also hit the floor.

 

“Kouji!” they heard him whisper furiously.

 

Matt didn't know what to do, but luckily he had TK there, fully armed with all of his sass.

 

“Yeah, I'll admit, he's pretty cute,” TK said back, shifting to lean back against a startled Matt, “but I might have to pass.” The one called Kouji raised an eyebrow. “Yeah,” TK continued. “Got my own sexy bitch right here.” TK reached an arm back and curled it around Matt's neck.

 

Matt's face--no, scratch that, his *whole body* flushed beet-red. As TK and Kouji sat, smirking at each other and relishing in their boldness, Matt and the other twin merely stared at each other. The two of them could tell they had indeed found a kindred soul, and they felt a vague affinity with each other as they tried to tame their wilder counterparts.

 

“So I see,” Kouji said then. “Where you heading?”

 

“Just travelin' through,” TK replied.

 

“Up to a card game?” Kouji asked, brandishing a deck of cards.

 

“Just prepare to lose,” TK told him.

 

“Oh, you're blowing me away with all of your charm,” Kouji said, and the two of them made their way towards the four-seating table in the center of the cart.

 

Matt and the older twin merely stared at each other, and shrugged. The two of them stood up and walked towards each other.

 

“Matt,” Matt said as he introduced himself, and then he gestured to TK with a lift of his chin. “TK.”

 

The twin smiled. “Kouichi, and the idiot's Kouji.”

 

Matt lifted his eyebrows as he grinned. “Know just what you mean.”

 

They joined their younger brothers at the table, watching in amusement at the sincerity the two displayed as they strived to out do the other. Then suddenly, four distinct ring tones rang in the cart. All four of them pulled out their cell phones and then stared at the others.

 

Matt grinned. “Hmm,” he said. “This is a coincidence. Just how much do we four have in common after all?”

 

Kouji grinned in return. “Oh, I think we're going to have fun tonight.”

 

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Author's Note: Phew! Finally finished!

Tommy: What? It's only 11 pages!

Me: Shut up, Tommy! You know what happened!

Tommy: *Smirks* Even though she's done these kind of shorts before (Obviously, look at her author's page!), she suddenly got attacked by a wave of modesty and didn't want to write the sweaty parts. She began blushing and shit. I hope it doesn't show. If it sucks, I want you all to know, even though Herme was trying to sabotage it, I was trying really, really hard, at least.

Me: *Aghast* I didn't want you to tell everyone! Great, now they know and I'll never live it down!

Tommy: Eh? You're already a loser so why worry?

Me: *Withering Stare*

Tommy: Or should I tell them about how much you know about falling in trains and stuff?

Me: Shut up, I've got weak ankles!

Tommy: That may be so, but you also trip a lot on a daily basis, moving train or not.

Me: Weak ankles!

Tommy: Unbalanced.

Me: Weak ankles!

Tommy: Unstable.

Me: “Charmed, I'm Sure” the Sequel!

Tommy: Point taken. Weak ankles.

Me: *Victory Sign*

 

Note: “Charmed, I'm Sure” the Sequel is an inside joke, sorry.

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