Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ To Love, To Sin ❯ Prologue

Disclaimer= I own nothing dammit!

Teti= well, I already know I'll get more flames than reviews for this…not even I know why I wrote it, I just had this idea at dinner, a flash, and wanted to write it down, so…however, this contains a lot of yaoi, but not the way you may want it, if you want it at all; let's only say that this is the most nasty fic I have ever written in my 14 years of life; well, now that's exaggerating….

Anyway, I warned you:

YAOI LEMON, WHICH MEANS MALES DOING MALES , AND OTHER NASTY SUBJECTS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE NOT MATURE (and I didn't say under 17 'coz I'm 14).

I TOLD YOU, YAOI, GAY, IF YOU WANT TO CONTINUE READING DO IT, IF NOT GO BACK AND DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU, I HAVEN'T A GUN AT YOUR HEAD TO MAKE YOU READ, IT'S YOUR OWN CHOICE!

Chibimon= do you feel better now…?

Teti= yup, very better!

TO LOVE, TO SIN

Life is cruel, everyone say so. Even I do. She offers you happiness, joy, a promise of serenity and peace, to then throw everything away, just when you began to taste what happiness can be. Fools the ones who believe living is coloured of pink and yellow. Fools the ones who believe life is a cup of honey. Fools the ones who believe the will always lay on a bed of roses.

Even roses have thorns, so how can life possibly be easy, how?

Life is a golden lie of beauty and happiness, which will vanish at the very first touch, like a soap ball, so delicate, so fragile, yet so strong and charming.

This is what life really is, a charm, a charm so powerful and fascinating to whom nobody can resist. The spell is too strong, everybody falls in the trap, even unconsciously. And when we understand the living is only a golden dream, it's too late.

Too late to go back, to make amends of our mistakes, to correct our existences; but if life is a dream, so even existences are only a transcendent, paltry and empty thing.

A thing…

A thing was what I thought I had for you, a crush, a youth crush, you know, the ones you always tend to have when you're girl-crazed or boy-crazed, so it didn't worry me too much. I heard talking about this particular subject once in one of my class; it wasn't very unusual, even though it wasn't 'natural', as many people like to think about; it was common among teenagers. I was comforted by the words of my teacher; hell, if you can't trust even a teacher, who can you trust?

I tried, I swear I tried; oh, if I tried! But those feelings, those feelings I wish I never had never vanished. They seemed to be increasing instead. I kept telling myself that it was only a phase, that it would end soon; yes, soon, it was going to end, sooner or later I wouldn't have felt those feelings, wrong feelings anymore…

Was I ever so wrong? I think even I knew that I wouldn't get over you so easily, but if I knew it, I wouldn't have admitted it. You know me.

I kept pushing away those thoughts about you, about a possible, or rather, impossible us. But it didn't work. Anytime I saw your beautiful eyes, so deep, so loving, so you, I knew this wasn't a simple crush. I was madly, crazily in love with you, still am.

I couldn't live without your love, without your touches, your caresses, your hugs. I couldn't live without you.

I always knew I didn't like girls that way, but if it was only that the problem. So, what if I am gay? Does it change me in eyes? No, you were never homophobic, you are just perfect. Perfection and impurity. We're opposites and the opposites attract themselves, or at least this is what they say.

The problem wasn't that you were of my sex, not at all. Damn, I wish I could have born girl, so maybe this love could have been a little more probable. But even if I was a girl, nothing would have changed; you would have been still my relative.

Yes, my relative. This is why my feelings are so irremediably wrong.

Because you're part of my family, blood of my own blood.

I was going crazy thinking about how you would never love me the way I did.

You loved my as your family. I loved you as a lover.

Maybe that's why I did it. I spiked your drink. I was already an unforgivable sinner, because my love was one of the deepest sin a person could ever do, so what another sin would change? The Hell was where I was going to go, nothing could change it.

We were alone, and you were tired. I asked if you were thirsty and brought to you a glass of Coke. Only it wasn't a simple Coke. It was drugged, with a powerful soporific. A drop of it and you would sleep heavily for 12 hours. I put in the glass half of the bottle. Don't worry, it wouldn't have killed you.

You told me you were tired, I knew why, so you went to your bedroom. I waited almost one hour before entering in, because I wanted to be sure you were deeply asleep.

I undressed us, then sat on top of you. God, you were so beautiful! Your faces, your lips, your curves…I couldn't stand it anymore. I had waited for this so long, now I could finally have what I was longing for.

I kissed you hungrily, like if there was no tomorrow, I parted your lips and trusted my tongue in your mouth, tasting every inch of it. With my right hand I was teasing your nipples, while my left was messing your wonderful hair.

Always kissing you, I made my way down until I was on your erection, and began to lick the top; you were soon as hard as a rock; I finished lubricating your member with my tongue, then positioned myself over it.

I sat and stand up repeatedly, pushing you into myself deeper, always deeper. Each trust brought me so many emotions I couldn't definite them; it was all so dreamy, so fantastic, that made me forget about who I was doing it with.

Harder, faster, deeper into my, hitting my spot, then the act of love burned in a scene of silver white when I came suffocating my screams with a fist. I felt you come into me, and made me feel finally complete.

I dressed you up quickly, then ran into my bedroom.

The excitation of the moment was passing; the truth appeared in front of my eyes: I had had sex with you, one of my relative. The most disgusting act of sex someone could ever do. But I'm not someone. I just want you to love me the way I do.

But I know that's impossible.

And that's why now I'm doing this. I can't bear with the thought that you could never love me as a lover. As long as you wake up you'll find out what has happened this sinful night. And I can't bear with the thought that you'll probably hate me for this.

And that's why I'm taking my own life.

I don't want to, but I have to, for you.

This is the end of Ishida Yamato, in love with his own father, Ishida Masaharu.

Goodbye Dad, tell Takeru I still love him. Ashiteru

Yamato

THE END

Teti= sickening isn't it? Well, I found lots of Takeru x Yamato and Masaharu x Yamato on the net, but never a Yamato x Masaharu, so I wanted to write it, even though you will all flame me, or because it's bad written or because it's too perverted. Criticism are accepted, as long as they're not 'THIS SUX, YOU SUCK, YOU GAY ASS!'. This is not a review.

Anyway, the phenomenon Matt was talking about earlier is not imaginary, but it's real. It's called Syndrome of Electra, and it's when a teenage girl falls in love with her own father; this happens in lots of people, so maybe I'm not that perverted, am I?

There is another syndrome, the Syndrome of Edypus, that's when a teenage boy falls in love with his own mother, and even this is common. When it teaches these things, school can be interesting ^__^

I have to add that this fic was inspired by "Never Gonna Fly" by Crysie, Sapphire Goddess, even though it's different.

Well, if you liked this fic, please review me, if not, don't flame, 'cause they will be used in my fireplace