Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ This Too Shall Pass ❯ This Too Shall Pass- Prolouge ( Prologue )

Wow. I wrote another fic *gasps of astonishment are heard* Okay, well it's been a long time and I'm back. This is going to be a series. It's a yamachi (of course) and it will be quite angstful most of the time.

The chapters will most likely be slow in coming and I have no idea how many there will be so bare with me.

! Caution !- This fic contains NC-17 material right from the start even though it's rated as R so please read responsibly.

I will eventually get off my lazy butt and register at mediaminer.org and fandomination.net, but until then this will have to do. Keep checking those sites though as I will do it eventually.

This fic might be confusing at first as this is only the prologue and doesn't explain much at all, but there is a better explanation at the bottom if you're really curious.

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.

Please R and R?? ^_^

This Too Shall Pass: Prologue

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If good things lasted forever

Would we appreciate how precious they are?

~unknown writer

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I walk up to my apartment door with my book bag slung over my shoulder and sigh. High school is so boring!

After a whole day of listening to lectures and doing pointless busy work assignments I'm ready to spend a nice relaxing afternoon at home.

I twist my key in the lock and step into the apartment.

I drop my book bag on the floor and throw my keys god knows where.

As soon as I close the door I'm assaulted.

"About time you got here Ishida."

My back is pushed into the nearby wall and I smile as hands begin to untuck my shirt.

"Someone's in a good mood, ne Taichi?"

He smiles up at me and finishes unbuttoning my shirt as he moves to sit on his knees.

"Very." he mumbles as he licks my bare chest.

Yep, my genki little boyfriend is in a good mood. That in itself is enough to make me happy for days, but the fact that he's in a good mood and is currently groping me has the potential to make me happy for weeks to come.

"How did you get here so fast?" School just let out and I know he didn't leave early.

"I know a short-cut." he states matter-of-factly as he quickly undoes my pants and pulls them down just enough so he can get to what he's after.

"What short-cut?" I manage to gasp as I look down at him.

He looks back up at me quizzically.

"Does it really matter at this point?" he smiles mischievously and just barely flicks his tongue across my tip.

My fingers are already pressing hard back against the wall and I groan.

"The bell rang and I suddenly found myself very interested in your house, particularly your bedroom."

He stops talking for a moment and takes just the head of me into his mouth, swirling his tongue around lazily.

I can't help but wind my fingers into his hair, but I'm careful not to put any pressure on his head so that I don't accidentally pull him toward me faster than he's ready to go.

He stops for a moment.

"See, I've been thinking of repainting my room and I remembered I liked the color you had in yours. Particularly on your ceiling. And I thought I could get a longer, more…in-depth look at it."

"My ceiling?" It's getting harder to comprehend things right now, but I'm getting the general idea.

"Um hmm."

Now he's just torturing me.

"And how would you go about getting a look at my ceiling for that length of time?"

Taichi's in a playful mood so I decide to indulge him a bit in his game.

"Oh, I don't know. I thought you could think of something." he looks contemplative for a moment. "It would have to involve me lying on your bed,.." he kisses my stomach. "..prone,.." Kisses my hip. "..helpless,.." My thigh. "..on my back,.." He licks me once. "..for an extended period of time." And takes me into his mouth.

I clench my teeth and grab onto his hair tight. I barely have time to think as he relaxes his throat and takes me completely into him. It's taking every ounce of willpower I have left not to thrust into him, but I control myself. I know if I do, I'll hurt him.

And I'd never hurt him.

He makes swallowing motions as he pulls on and off of me. I know I'm not going to last long like this and he knows it too.

I let one hand leave the death-grip I have on his hair and gently run it through his chestnut locks, running my thumb across his forehead as a kind of warning to him.

I release myself then. The pleasure is intense and it's a few moments before I can see clearly.

When I do, I look down in time to see him swallow and stare up at me, waiting for my reaction.

I smile at him reassuringly.

"Did you say something about you on a bed?"

He smiles too and stands up.

He nuzzles my chin with his nose and whimpers into my ear.

"Need you Yama..." he presses up against me. "..now."

Like I need to be told twice.

Before I even know how we got there, we're both on my bed and naked. All Taichi has on is his white school shirt which I immediately slip off his shoulders.

He's on me, straddling me.

He raises himself up, but I grab his hips to prevent him from going any further.

He makes a strained little whining noise in the back of his throat.

I sit up with him still in my lap and kiss him gently.

"I've got to stretch you first, Taichi. I'm not going to take you dry."

He whines.

"don't care...need you now."

I shake my head and suck on his neck softly. I know when he's worked up like this he doesn't care about the pain or how it will feel in the morning, but I still do. And I won't hurt him.

He starts to protest again but I shush him and lean over to my bedside table.

I find the lube and coat three of my fingers.

"mato..."

"Shh..."

I gently insert one finger into him. He wriggles around, trying to get more, but I hold him still. I eventually insert two more fingers and continue to stretch him slowly. All the while whispering soothingly into his ear to try and calm him a bit. When I think he's ready, I pull my fingers out.

I'm immediately pushed back on the bed and Taichi goes back to straddling me. Before I can blink, he's impaled himself on me. I react quickly and grab his hips tight in my hands to prevent him from moving too soon and to give his body time to adjust to me.

He doesn't fight me on this this time.

I look at him. He has his head thrown back, mouth open slightly. His back is arched somewhat and his hands are gripping the sheets around us.

He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

He's grinding his hips onto me, hoping to get me to let him move a little sooner, but no such luck.

When I finally feel him start to relax around me, I relent and loosen my grip on him. He immediately starts rocking onto me, building up a rhythm.

It's not long before I start pushing up into him as well.

We're both pretty much on the edge already and it doesn't take too long before we both come.

He lies down slowly and rests his head on my chest as we both catch our breaths.

I gently brush his hair back from his eyes and feel his warm breath ghosting over my chest.

"I didn't get to see the ceiling." he says with an exhausted chuckle after we've both calmed down a bit.

"Next time." I reply, smiling. I stroke his hair for another minute or so and then move to pull out of him.

He whimpers a bit at that.

He scoots off of me and curls up into my side. I slide one arm under his head and place the other around his waist, pulling him closer to me.

We just stay like that for a while. Content to just be there with one another.

I glance down at him. He has his arms up in front of his tired face.

I tense and hiss a bit when I see his arm.

At some point he had managed to scratch his arm with his nails, there's also deep crescent shaped marks in the palms of his hands.

He knows I see them when he feels me tense, but says nothing. He just pulls his arms around so I can't see them.

I open my mouth to say something, but decide against it. At this point it would only make him feel bad. You have to take one thing at a time, you know? Pick your battles.

Instead, I pry his arm out. He tenses, but I just gently stroke the angry red trails. He relaxes against me again.

I sigh and try not to think about what could come tomorrow.

I know what's coming next. Long silences, missed phone calls, half-eaten meals, endless nights of worrying…

He knows too. He can tell when it's coming just like I can, but that doesn't mean he can do anything about it.

I hear him sigh again. He nuzzles his head into the juncture between my shoulder and neck and kisses me on the cheek gently, lovingly.

I turn my head slowly and kiss his forehead. No matter what, I will always love him.

He pushes a lock of hair away from my face and stares into my eyes as he smiles sadly. And, at least for the moment, he knows that I will always be there for him.

I wrap him back in my arms and we both just try to enjoy the moment we have right now. Neither of us want to think about tomorrow. It'll come soon enough anyway. Taichi closes his eyes and silently drifts off.

I pull him closer.

"I love you."

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Alright, confusing, right? I'm trying to be more original in my plot this time instead of just a straight out hurt/comfort story. Okay, well here's the plot.

Taichi has bipolar disorder. If no one knows what that is, well...this fic is going to try and explain it to you. I haven't seen any other digimon fics that have this specifically as a plot, but if any reviewer knows of one either in the Digimon fandom or any other, could you please tell me? I've been looking for one for a while.

Anyway, this story's going to follow Taichi and Yamato through the everyday trials of their relationship. It will include their friends, their families, angst, pain, humor, sex, and anything else I think of to throw in there. If anyone has any ideas for this fic please don't hesitate to leave them in a review or e-mail them if you prefer. I will give you full credit and a lot of praise if I use your idea.

I hope you liked the prologue. Please R and R?? It would be nice to have incentive to continue, ne? *hopefully*

TTYL! ^_^

~Broken Angel