And one more thing: THIS IS NC-17 PEOPLE!!! If you are underage you must leave! As in DO NOT PASS GO! You will not collect 200 Yen (I do not have the head nor interest to figure out what the equivalent of $200 in Yen is)! AMSCRAY! Auf Wiedersehen! Sayonara! T.T.F.N.! Buh-bye!

P.S. According to sources Yolei's (Inoue Miyako) older sisters names in the original Japanese series are Chizuru and Mimoe, so their 'Sabanized' names are Cheryl and "Randa" Miranda Inoue. The older brother I have not a clue so I selected names for him: Kaji/Keith.

- Ishida Miyako

Flinging herself atop her bed, Yolei felt thoroughly exhausted. The concert had been yet another screaming success. He on the other hand, was now avoiding her altogether. 'Trust Tai to kill the moment! AUUGHHH!!' Taking her pillow, the Digidestined of Sincere Love crushed it over her face in hopes of a quick and easy way out. But she couldn't do that, after all, how would Davis manage throughout the day without her. "If Motomiya didn't have his his melon screwed to his neck, he'd be up shit's creek without a paddle!" Rolling onto her side, Yolei pulled a corner of her mattress up to retrieve something wedged between it and the box spring.

Propping up a white leather-bound book in her lap, she reached for the purple glitter gel pen on her nightstand and proceeded to emblazon the remaining blank leaves with a rollercoaster of sheer emotion.

'Log: 4/16/07

Consder the following: If you are near to reaching THE IMPOSSBLE DREAM would you let anyone or anything stand in your way? HELL NO! And yet... I did- AGAIN! Why must I be forced to join the ranks of Homoerectus Patheticius? I'm not Davis for the gods sake! And I don't really mean break on one of best friends like that, but if you've seen they way he'd been carrying on for the past year or so I'd think you'd agree.

"WILLIS!!!" Like a heat-seeking guided missile I tackled him. I hadn't seen him in almost four years! The Keeper of Strength* along with Terriermon, and making his first appearance in the Digital World, Kokomon, decided to lay low himself after the Diaboromon incidents. If you take one look at him, Willis Langley (A/N: BITE ME! I love EVA and since I now have the COMPLETE 8 vol. DVD collection I would like to celebrate. Incidentally, I HATE Asuka- SHINJI & REI ALL THE WAY! Back to our regularly scheduled lemon....) looks like your average All-American, Mid-Western 17-year-old. He loves his PS2, is determined to get into the X-Games (he will ya' know), worships Sugar Ray, Kid Rock and Eminem, and of course it's hacking all the way! But that's only in his spare time. Unlike the rest of us who bitch about the weekly Mark Twain theme in English, duck and cover at Coach's dodgeball team try-outs, and scream in fear of Principal Fujiyama- that's right, PRINCIPAL Fujiyama- Willis has already earned his Ph.D in astrophysics and has gotten his professorship at Rutgers University.

I moved to a safer spot in the house to watch and listen to Yamato play. The Wolves rocked out as if The Ichijouchis' living room were the Bhudokan, as for Yamato he looked pretty relaxed. He was hugging and kissing Tai and Sora wishing them lots of luck, he even let Tai and Sora have the little make-shift stage to sing a duet. I must say, for all these months (practically a year) that I've been working with him, he's never even remotely suggested that he was unhappy with Tai and Sora's engagement, nor had any qualms about Sora leaving him. Knowing Yamato and his goddamned "tuning fork" as he likes to call it, he probably saw this coming. And yet he still did what he did- and no regrets. Gabumon is right, that's the Lone Wolf for ya. The guys were beginning to pack up their equipment and the party began to dissipate, Mimi handed me my coat and asked if I was ready to go. I was spending the night with her at her parents' gigundo mansion (A/N: If you grew up loving the BSC "Little Sister" series, you'll know where that kawaii li'l slang came from) so it only made sense for Mimi to drive me. We were going down Ichiban Boulevard in her silver Jag, when it occurred to me that I hadn't spoken Yamato all night, let alone seen him off. I glanced at my watch, it was relatively early- 11:30 P.M., and knowing the guys they were probably going back to the club to make the first rave to kick off the Holiday season.

Bye!

Replacing her diary between her mattress and box spring, Yolei got up from her bed and stretched. The deep indigo glow of the warm spring night had crept into her room as she was transcribing her thoughts. Yolei had no intention of turning on the light as she thought the darkness made her room look quite pretty. The picture window only highlighted her bed, all else was drowned out by shadow. She set about getting undressed for the night and stripped off her white boat-neck top and threw it in the direction of her comfortable swivel chair. "Ahh, now let's see what's on the menu. Shall I bother to cook some instant udon, or see if Dad's 'pilaf suprise' leftovers are still laying around... eh?" Yolei's blouse was suddenly thrown back at her feet. "Who's there?! I know somebody's there!" She spun around wildly to see the culprit and fumbled around her skirt pockets for her D-3.

"Really Yolei," a baritone voice said, "you should tell your mom that it's not very bright to hide the spare key underneath the welcome mat." The desklamp clicked on and Matt was seated by Yolei's desk. His guitar neatly packed in its canvas case leaning against the wall.

"Y- Yamato," Yolei hooted. Goosebumps finely traced her skin, and she suddenly remembered she was topless. "Yamato what're you doing here? How long have you been here?" Yolei crossed her arms over her bra looking more than slightly uncomfortable. Yamato raised his brows and folded his hands in his lap. "Long enough."

"Y'know, if you wanted to talk to me you could've called. But if there was a problem at tonight's gig I wouldn't mind if you came over. Although, I would preferred if we could have discussed it tomorrow." She admonished scanning the floor for her blouse, which had mysteriously disappeared. "Anyway, aren't you and the guys playing at the club? Y'know Mr. Nakamaura's gonna have the bitch fit of the-" The room went pitch black once again, and Yolei found herself in an uncompromising position with Matt on her bed. "Yamato! What're you doing?!" Grasping both of her wrists, Yamato held her hands to his lips.

"I asked you a question Yolei."

"Which was?"

Long pause. Then he sighed. "Have you ever felt like you falling?" Behind her titanium-rimmed glasses, the whites of Yolei's russet eyes went as wide as dinner plates. So, his drunken ramblings weren't ramblings after all.

"Ya- Yamato... I, umm...." Yolei stammered. Matt smiled so that a Kuwagamon just might melt at the sight of it.

"Have you been eating? I'm getting concerned about you're appetite, Yolei. You're so slender...." He reached around and began unclasping her bra. Huddled in Matt's deathgrip, Yolei didn't realize what he was doing until it was almost too late.

"PLEASE STOP!" She hissed sharply and scrurried to the head of her bed. Matt glared at Yolei's curled-up form. She was shaking, gripping the silky material to her breasts.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Matt lectured. "Yolei look at me." Hesitantly, Yolei shifted herself around and faced him, but kept her eyes downward.

"You're an insensitive jackass, Ishida." It was his turn to grimace and turn away. "Why did you do it? Was it easier to steal a girl, than get one on your own?"

"That's what this is about?" Yolei didn't answer him. "Sora's happy now. I want her to be happy, she wasn't happy with me and vice-versa."

"You still didn't answer my question. Why?" Swinging his legs over the edge of Yolei's bed he raked both hands through his hair, and rested his elbows on his knees.

"It was easier, frankly. It wasn't hard to get Sora to love me, rather than go through the whole rigamarole with some bitch that could give two shits." He laughed, humourlessly. "Don't you know Yolei, I'm Matt Ishida- Yama-chan! All the girls want me, I sing 'Turn Around'! Yep, yep, yep, yep! Life's a fuckin' bowl o' cherries, even though I can't get a proper date. And when I do, she thinks she can either change me, or that I'll portray the rock star 24 hours day!" It must be genetic. Ishida men are angsty as all hell. Yolei recalled an episode between Nancy Takaishi and Matt's father, Malcom, outside of Ibaragi Sim City (A/N: I know! I ripped off "Perfect Blue", so sue me!), rehashing the divorcees classic 'Where Did We Go Wrong? But I Still Love You'. Yolei had to stifle herself from laughing aloud. It would be something she would have to acclimate to. "I'm sorry Yolei."

She blinked in total suprise and incomprehension. Yolei got up and walked around in front of him. "You have no reason to be sorry, Yamato." She reached out to touch his cheek. He stared at her blankly. "I also am a Crestkeeper of Love, right?" She asked rhetorically and he nodded. "Therefore, you have to trust me in the matters of the heart." Without thinking Matt nodded. "Now trust me on this." With that, Yolei lowered her head and kissed Matt gently then after a few moments allowed him to slide his tongue into her mouth. Being that he was much more experienced in these matters, Yolei let him take the lead. Matt heaved himself off her bed, taking Yolei with him that he held her in the air as they kissed. Standing in the middle of her bedroom they devoured eachother, Yolei quite enjoying the sensations delivered by Matt's talented hands. They broke the kiss, and Yolei blushed from the tips of her ears to her now exposed breasts. The swells of flesh felt right in Matt's hands. They were neither too big or too small and filled his palms.

"Sorry," Yolei commented.

"About what?"

"My breasts are too small." Matt shook his head.

"You're very cute. They fit you perfectly." Tentatively Matt lowered his head and lapped at a coral nipple. Finding this much to his taste he cupped her breasts and licked at the tips as if they were candy. Yolei began to groan and pulled, violently at his shirt. Matt ceased his actions and stripped off his black old-skool Sound Garden T-shirt and went to unbutton his jeans.

"No." Yolei said. "Let me."

"Okay...." Matt said grinning like a Cheshire Cat knowing full well what to expect next. Yolei sat at the edge of her bed and her slim hands darted to the fly of his pants. She rested her head on his lower abdomen and inhaled deeply. Yolei prayed not to lose her nerve, Matt laced his fingers through her mauve tresses. In one swift movement Yolei unzipped his Levis and pulled them down with his boxers. Marvelling at the sight of it, Yolei took his rigid manhood into her mouth. Her tounge touched the glans and Yolei's warm mouth sucked on his length. Taking Yolei's inexperience into consideration, Matt pushed foreward- only slightly- to allow the rest of his shaft to be engulfed in her mouth. Yolei groaned in satisfaction and continued her gentle suction. She was prodded on by the bittersweet taste of his first fluids seeping onto her pallete. Yolei began to withdraw when she heard Matt's breathing become ragged, but decided to ease his discomfort before the real fun began. Letting her tongue slide and rotate lovingly around the glans and her lips keep him close, she grinned around him when she wouldn't allow him to go any deeper. The musk of his arousal hit Yolei's senses full-force and disengaged from him completely. It amazed Yolei that whether flaccid or at full-attention, Matt was well endowed. 'The asshole always acted like "I'm 'Da Man!" But never like "I'm 'Da Man, With a Big Dick!"' She laughed aloud at this passing thought wich earned a questioning glance from her lover.

"Can I get in on the joke?" He asked whilst tossing his socks onto the pile of discarded clothing. Yolei shook her head.

"It's nothing, Yamato. It's nothing." Yolei wriggled out of her grey skirt and kicked it to the side. She got up to remove her panties when Matt stopped her. Taking her place on the edge of the bed, he maneuvered the the filmy pink silk down her hips. Just as he pressed his lips gently over her navel, something caught his attention in the corner of his eye. In the hazy moonlight, a blue marking of some sort was on Yolei's hip. "What the...?" A catch in her chest made her realize what he was doing too little too late.

"I- I can explain Yamato-" On the flesh of her hip, done in royal blue was his sigil of Friendship. It was stylized in the crest's exact likeness and no bigger than the crest itself.

"You'd better explain." He said in an absolute no-nonsense tone.

"I was suddenly inspired on night and wanted to get a tattoo," Yolei reasoned. "When the guy said 'Well what do you want?' I suppose I was so nervous at the sight of the hot needle, it was the only thing I could think of!" Yolei laughed nervously, clasping her hands behind the small of her back. He knew she was feeding him complete a bullshit story but decided not to pursue it- for now. "You don't like it?"

"It's not that. I just don't approve." He admonished.

"The last motherfucker to talk," Yolei pinched a leanly-muscled right bicep, where a forest green tribal tattoo was etched. Woven in the chain of bamboo leaves was the word 'wolf' written in Hiragana.

"If you recall that incident, I got wasted and woke up with it."

"Mmm-hmm!" She scoffed. Yolei took off her glasses, folded the earpieces, and laid them carefully on her nightstand.

"Now how," Matt began taking hold of her hips once more, "do you want to go about this? Do you want me to be on top, or if you want to take the dominant position? Maybe something a little different? We could use a couple of pillows and-" Yolei broke out into fierce giggles. She could almost see Matt standing behind a podium, mortarboard and pointer in hand, breaking down the mechanics of copulation for her while she sat at her desk scribbling notes. A few diagrams were pulled down from a scroll above the blackboard and she was ready to fall down. "What the hell is so damn funny?"

"NOTHING!" Yolei snorted trying to choke back tears. "It's nothing," she panted. "Are you that concerned about hurting me, Yamato?"

"I mean no disrespect, but I presume you are a virgin?"

"No disrespect taken. I am a virgin..."

He threw up his arms. "Thank you."

"... A cherry-less virgin."

Matt blinked twice. "A what?"

"You know that bull-dyke of a P.E. teacher the girls have, at Odaiba High?"

"T.K. has relayed some pretty interesting tales, yes."

"Well, she was being a bitch about, 'How none of you little girl pussies are running to sign up for the track team'? Well, let's just say I wasn't the best at jumping the hurdles- but the bitch could give a shit about that."

Matt raised an incredulous eyebrow. "I see."

"Had a little accident, y'know, goin' 'round that particular bend just as I was attempting to jump a hurdle."

"Ah." Yolei seated herself on Matt's lap, and abruptly lowered her hands to capture him in a firm grip. Matt hissed a hitching breath and clawed at her bedspread.

"Incidentally," Yolei grinned evilly, "I've always wanted to know what the lap position was all about."

"More than enough room to move around," Matt remarked before placing a kiss on each breast.

"I thought so." Yolei felt Matt's manhood resting between her legs, large and perfect, but wanted to feel it inside her. They kissed twice more before Yolei squirmed up against him, raising her hips to accomodate him. Yolei's fluids were coursing down her inner thighs, Matt was certain she was ready and the glans paused just outside of the pert, swollen netherlips. She reached behind herself, gripping Matt once more and hunched down. Matt thrusted upwards, and glided in easily. They groaned in unison, Matt nearly spoiled the evening but set his jaw, and using every ounce of control left in him refrained from spilling too soon. Yolei locked her knees around his hips and moaned loudly, leaning into him. She unconsciously rolled her hips in an attempt to initiate her first thrusts, but Matt stopped her. He leaned back slightly in order for her to move as much as she was allowed to, and also that he can do his part and move with her.

"Okay Yolei...." She threw her arms about Matt's shoulders and he grasped her hips, and injected her once more roughly to begin the rythm.

"Oooohhhh... Yamato...." Yolei whined and contracted her inner muscles so taut that he was at the edge.

"Holy shit!" He cursed. She thrusted on his lap impatiently, Matt was thoroughly savoring the sensations of her soft warmth. Purposefully, Yolei tensed her muscles just as she hoisted her hips and plummeted back down. Matt felt himself drenched in her juices, tortured by her velvet sheath pumping and massaging him to no end. Matt aided her as best he could jabbing upwards in time with her, but resolved to give into her need. Yolei undulated and thrusted as well as she could to chase the rush, clenching to Matt for life. His blazing member probed and attacked her like a spear, searching for Yolei's center. Yolei raised her hips higher to give him all the help she could to keep their bodies pressed together while he lunged mercilessly into her.

"Yes...." She breathed. "More.... please more...."

Matt groaned his assent and picked up the pace. He filled her well, the thick injection was thrust hard and deep into Yolei's tight, slippery orifice. She threw her head back, back arching terribly now and Matt knew she was close to the edge as he felt the wild contractions surround and milk him. "YA- YAMATO...!"

"So sweet... so tight...." If it were possible he would take her like this for the rest of the nigt. Nonsensical words began to slip from Yolei's lips, blubbering like an alcoholic. Yolei's nails dug into his back and her movements grew so uncontrollable, Matt had resigned to slamming himself into her to quench the thirst so deep inside them. Yolei welcomed his blatant brutality and maneuvered herself in such a way that she threw her leg over his shoulder, through her haze of blissful euphoria. Yolei's staccato shrieks gave him assurances that only a few moments longer she would have finally reached the peak.

The orgasm was a potent charge. Matt was in a backwash of Yolei's fluids when he finally came, thick torrent jets of his seed flooded her. The orgasm radiated through them, igniting their taut limbs and Matt unconsciously drove on, still riding on sensation. Dazed from the experience they shared, Matt was able to gather Yolei into his arms and lay her on the mattress, and wrapped his larger frame around her already slumbering one. Matt pulled her into him tighter, thankful that he would not wake for several glorious hours.

The blaring music of the assorted rides and screams of fear and excitement at the Odaiba fairgrounds deafened Davis. "C'mon, Rosa!" He pulled the Mexican Digidestined to the ball toss. "I'll win ya a sombrero!" The sleek ebony-haired teen rolled her eyes at her boyfriend.

"Ay Papi! I have so many! Ooooh! Why don't you win me one of those plushie Mokonas! (A/N: The creature known as "The Creator" a.k.a. Little-plushie-thing-that-is-a-cross-between-a-basketball-and-bunny-that-goes-"Pu!" from MKR) It would look so phat on my dresser!" Hand in hand they scampered off to the games. T.K. and Catherine handed their tickets to a carnie before boarding a pink swan-shaped boat and descending into The Tunnel of Love. Tai and Sora laughed and whooped sharing a horse on the merry-go-round, Ken and Kari occupied themselves in the arcade seated in a pair of racing game consoles. Izzy, Tentomon, and a lime-haired girl from Izzy's anthropology class chatted about Inca temple discoveries in Brazil whilst lustfully overlooking cotton candy being made, as for Joe and Mimi they rode the little train into Toy Land. Agumon, Biyomon, Gabumon, Palmon, Veemon, and Wormmon shared a picnic of junk food at a table beside the stage where The Teen-Age Wolves would be performing on.

"When is everybody comin'?" Veemon said, stuffing a relish drenched hot dog in his mouth.

"Not until the show starts Vee," Wormmon replied munching on a licorice whip.

"And that's not for another 20 minutes." Hawkmon said with Gomamon in tow flew in.

"Does anybody know where Yolei disappeared to?" Gabumon crunched loudly on a cluster of a caramel corn before answering.

"I saw Yolei with Matt heading towards the ferris wheel." Hawkmon took off in flight.

"Much obliged, Gabumon!" The Garurumon coated Digimon gave him the thumbs up.

"No problemo." Hawkomon dissolved into the magenta sky. He scoured the grounds until he saw the gigantaur wheel slowly rotating with a myriad of rainbow coloured cars dangling from the titanium spokes. He spied a blanket of mauve hair enmeshed with blonde in a blue car and he instantly knew it was his partner.

Matt furiously sucked and rolled her tounge around Yolei's, coming up only for air.

"Yamato... Yamato...." She moaned, eyes closed head lolled back against the car wall.

"Say it again baby. Say it again...." He had one arm wrapped around her waist and his free hand snaking beneath her black velvet skirt.

"Oooohh! Stop...." Yolei mockingly protested, leaning into him. Matt smiled maliciously.

"If you think I'm bad now...." Unbeknownst to the lovers, a pair of infuriated eyes stalked them.

"BUT NOT THAT MUCH FUN!!" Hawkmon roared. Flustered he flapped wildly in mid-air unsure of what to do when he remembered something. Tucked in some feathers he retrieved a tarnished silver whistle. He and Gatomon were doing some last minute shopping at Little Edo when she dropped the whistle Kari had given her so many years ago. He had planned on giving it back to her at the fair but skeeball with Armadillomon had been so much fun, considering Armadillomon was Hawkmon's ball. Putting it in his beak, Hawkmon drew in a powerfully deep breath....

FWEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yolei and Matt held their ears, screaming as they broke apart to the vile screetch of the whistle. Their sinuous activities abruptly halted for the remainder of the evening. The car rocked terriffyingly as Matt and Yolei fought to regain composure, as well as their hearing. Yolei turned to glance out the window to see a steamed Hawkmon hovering about.

"HAWKMON!!!" She shouted sliding open the window. The other Digidestined and Digimon gathered at the base of the ferris wheel when their heard violent shouting coming from the topmost car and Hawkmon squaking in the air. Matt roared a barrage of obscenities as Yolei wailed, and Hawkmon continued to rant much to the delight of the onlookers. Raucous laughter consumed the crowd.

"Well," Sora said wiping her tears, "they do kind of deserve it. Hawkmon is a stuffy-ass bird!" Tai guffawed.

"And Matt bitched about Yolei's Dad being scary!"

*- According to reliable sources, Willis in the American version of "Hurricane Touchdown! Supreme Evolution! The Golden Digimentals!" third Digimon movie holds the Golden Digiegg of Strength.