Any Which Way You Can

***

"Yamato!  Are you even listening to me?" 

"Yes, Dad," Yamato Ishida sighed, brushing his fringe out of 
his eyes to give him a clear view of his father standing in the 
doorway.  "You'll be back Sunday night, your number's on the notepad 
by the telephone if I get into any trouble, I'll remember to take out 
the garbage, and Takeru's game is on Saturday.  Did I miss anything?" 

"No, I think that's it," the elder Ishida conceded, a slight 
smile on his face as he opened the door and picked up his bags.  
"I'll see you Sunday, son.  Try not to wreck the place while I'm 
gone.  And no more fighting with Taichi!" 

He winced, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall as his 
father shut the door behind himself.  It wasn't like he went out of 
his way to pick fights with Tai... 

Okay, so maybe there was the odd occasion... 

Hell, even though Taichi shouldered some of the blame, it was 
mostly his fault, he knew.  He'd made a promise that he was failing 
to keep - because it was afraid of what it meant.  He wasn't like 
Tai, he hadn't held the Crest of Courage that compelled him to face 
and overcome his fears to stay true to himself.  No, he'd been given 
the Crest of Friendship, the true value of which he'd learned the 
hard way; yet now it seemed as much a curse as it had been a 
blessing.  For friendship's sake, he was driving his best friend away 
- or trying to, at any rate.  Kind of funnyy, really - only he wasn't 
laughing. 

Sighing once more, he glanced down at his watch - and swore 
briefly.  He dashed back to the kitchen, nabbing a slice of toast 
from his plate, then back down the hallway and out the door, slowing 
only to pick up his bag and squirm into his jacket.  He was half-
surprised he didn't pass his father on the way out of the building - 
then again, he might simply not have noticed, with the rate at which 
he was travelling. 

He made good enough speed on his journey that he arrived at 
class with some time to spare - most of which he spent staring at the 
empty seat that would be occupied by Taichi whenever he bothered to 
turn up.  Usually, that was just before the bell rang, and today was 
no exception.  Chest heaving, cheesy grin fixed firmly in place, 
Taichi collapsed into his chair just on time, leaning back and 
running one hand through wind-blown hair.  Yamato continued to stare 
blankly at his friend for several moments, until one cheery brown eye 
turned toward him and winked. 

Matt blinked, then quickly directed his attention to the front 
of the room where the teacher had started to mark the roll, ignoring 
the faint warmth in his cheeks which was the result of getting caught 
staring.  He answered automatically when his name was called, his 
eyes drawn back to Tai like the opposite poles of magnets, clinging 
as close to the source of their attraction as possible. 

Now as long as no one turned either of the magnets around... 

His mind drifted back to the last fight they'd had - and its 
consequences.  They'd left each other with a few scattered bruises 
but nothing serious.  The fight itself held little importance - hell, 
he couldn't even remember what had triggered it, now - other than 
being a vent for frustrations he wasn't prepared to voice aloud, but 
afterwards... 

The principal had been away at a seminar at the time, which 
left their fate in Vice-Principal Ishikawa's hands.  In his view, 
detentions were a waste of time, and Yamato had to admit that he had 
something of a point.  He'd spent more time in detention this past 
month than the rest of his school life combined, and it hadn't really 
done much to help stop their fights.  It probably would have worked 
on Taichi, he supposed, as he could miss out on soccer matches if he 
spent too much time in detention.  Taichi wasn't the one who started 
most of the fights, however, and Yamato didn't have to worry about 
anything like that.  He had his band, true, but they weren't so 
restricted as to their choice of hours. 

Of course, acknowledging that the detentions weren't working 
didn't mean he was *happy* when Ishikawa chose to discipline them 
both with corporal punishment.  In fact, that was where Yamato's 
problems *really* began. 

They'd stood before him in his office, and Ishikawa had ordered 
Taichi to step forward and place his hands on the desk - which 
naturally gave Yamato a perfect view of Tai's tight arse as Ishikawa 
slammed a thick wooden ruler against it. 

He'd closed his eyes at the whack of wood against cloth-covered 
flesh, but Ishikawa had insisted that he observe - and listen while 
Taichi counted off each strike.  Tai's voice had been sharp and 
abrupt at first, but it had grown huskier with every hit.  Yamato had 
bit his lip and stared at Tai's butt, imagining the firm, olive-toned 
skin flushed through with the warm red of blood.  It was all that he 
could do to keep himself from tearing Taichi's trousers off and 
gently caressing the tenderized flesh beneath. 

He wondered whimsically just what Ishikawa would have made of 
*that*. 

Then it was his turn.  He'd bent over, well aware of Tai's eyes 
on him as he did so, and prayed fervently that neither he nor 
Ishikawa noticed the slight bulge in the front of his pants.  He was 
actually thankful that Ishikawa belted him more than Taichi - it took 
that long for the pain to override his hormones and let him regain 
some semblance of self-control.  Enough to get him to the bathroom in 
time anyway. 

Just. 

"Mr. Ishida!"  The teacher's voice cut sharply into his 
thoughts.  "Would you care to explain to the rest of the class just 
what it is you find so amusing?" 

He wiped the grin off his face quick smart. 

***

"How come you were so spaced out today, Yamato?" Taichi wanted 
to know as they sat down together with Sora to have lunch.  "You 
looked as though your mind was on another planet or something." 

If only his body had been there, too - he wouldn't have had to 
wait until break to jerk himself off in the bathroom.  It was almost 
getting to be a regular occurrence these days. 

"Nothing," he half-sighed, hoping the subject would be dropped 
fast.  No such luck was in evidence for him today. 

"You sure you're alright?" Sora persisted in a firm but gentle 
tone. 

"I'm fine," Yamato informed her, ignoring the look in her eyes 
that said she didn't believe him for a second. 

"You'd say that even if you were freezing to death in a 
snowstorm," Taichi pointed out.  Yamato glared at him, but he 
couldn't completely stop the blood from rushing to his cheeks at the 
remark.  It was true enough, after all - Taichi just didn't realise 
how true.  Unless Gabumon had blabbed... 

No.  Gabumon would never have done that to him.  Gabumon had 
been the most loyal friend he'd ever had, always doing his best to 
support him in any way he could.  He missed that friendship 
desperately right now.  If Gabumon were there he would have been able 
to confide in him and *know* that he wouldn't be rejected or 
condemned.  He might not have been fully understood, but at least he 
wouldn't have had to live with his confusion all alone as he was 
doing now. 

"It's okay, Yamato," Sora smiled at him.  "Whenever you're 
ready to talk, we'll be here for you." 

Outwardly he nodded and smiled as genuinely as he could manage, 
but inwardly he could feel a sense of guilt weighing heavily in his 
heart.  They were the closest friends he had, and he couldn't trust 
them enough to tell them the truth.  What was so wrong with him that 
he couldn't believe in his friends? 

"Yeah, if we haven't died of old age by that point we'll 
definitely be there." 

Okay, so that was what was so wrong.  Or rather, *he* was. 

"Shut up, Tai!  It sounds like *you're* the one with the 
problem, not me!" 

"Oh, so you admit that you *do* have a problem?" 

"I didn't say that!" 

"Yes you did!" 

They were both on their feet, lunches fallen abandoned to the 
floor as victims of this latest... development. 

"*You're* the only problem I have right now!" Yamato yelled 
furiously - and truthfully - at his 'friend'.  Friend.  Gah.  He was 
*really* beginning to despise that word. 

"Guys!" Sora cried frantically, trying to insert herself in the 
diminishing gap between the feuding pair as they started balling 
their fists.  Yamato studiously avoided her as he attempted to grasp 
the front of Taichi's shirt and yank him closer.  "You don't need to 
- " 

"Shut up, Sora!" 

"Don't yell at her like that!  She was only trying to - " 

"*Gentlemen!*"  The voice cut through their argument 
effortlessly, freezing them in place like stone statues in Medusa's 
garden.  It was an achievement very few people were capable of.  
Principal Nakamura just happened to be numbered amongst those few. 

Yamato glared at Taichi, who returned his regard in a similar 
fashion as the principal made her way through the small crowd of 
onlookers who had seemingly popped into existence at the first sign 
of a brewing rumble.  They appeared disappointed for the most part at 
the show being cancelled.  Yamato found himself half-sympathizing 
with them - he'd missed out on a good chance to grope Tai without 
being overly blatant about it, as well as another round of 
detention... 

Actually, looking at the expression on Nakamura's face he 
wasn't so sure about missing out on detention.  Damn. 

"I've had just about enough of this behaviour from the two of 
you," Nakamura declared, hands on her hips as she stared up at them.  
Yamato hadn't quite worked out how she could be so intimidating for 
someone so small, but he wasn't about to ask her when she was annoyed 
at him.  "My office.  Both of you.  Now." 

"We didn't even  - " 

"*Now*, Mr. Ishida!" she snapped before he could finish his 
protest.  "Go straight in.  I'll be with you as soon as I find out 
from someone with common sense just what started it this time!" 

He gritted his teeth and spun on his heel, feet automatically 
finding the path to the principal's office.  He could sense Taichi's 
presence behind him as the other boy also complied with the 
directions, but refused to turn his head to look back.  Instead he 
settled for brief, shadowy glimpses of the wild-haired boy sneaked 
from the very corners of his eyes until they at last reached their 
destination. 

The principal's secretary looked up from her desk as they 
entered the reception area, but didn't challenge them as Yamato 
headed straight for the door to Nakamura's office, graciously holding 
it open for Taichi. 

"After you," he said in patently false pleasant tones.  Taichi 
snorted softly as he moved past him into the office itself.  Yamato 
slammed the door behind them. 

Alone at last, awaiting judgement from on high so to speak, 
they did the most sensible thing they could do.  They glared at each 
other, then started arguing once again. 

"It's all your fault anyway!" 

"What the hell do you mean, it's my fault?" Taichi demanded 
sharply, crossing the distance between them and hauling him up close 
by his collar. 

Their eyes, bare inches apart, locked together in a moment of 
purest antagonism, their breath hot upon each other's cheeks.  It was 
simply too good an opportunity to pass up.  With all the abruptness 
of a lioness pouncing on her prey, Yamato slid his arms around the 
back of Taichi's neck, and jerked him those few inches closer so that 
their lips met in an ardent kiss that seemed to last as long as Mr. 
Fujiyama's maths class.  Only it wasn't anywhere near as boring. 

"Wow," Taichi breathed when they finally separated, brown eyes 
wide as he stared at Yamato for all of a second - before pushing him 
backwards onto the nearest available surface.  Which happened to be 
the principal's desk.  Miscellaneous objects from said desk suddenly 
found themselves homeless on the floor of the office, brushed 
negligently aside by an enthusiastic Taichi.  Under other 
circumstances, Matt would have objected to being used as a broom, but 
any protests he might have made were drowned out by a combination of 
his own moans and Tai's kisses. 

Those kisses weren't stopping at just his mouth.  He tilted his 
head back as they continued down his throat, pausing only momentarily 
as Taichi cursed and fumbled at the buttons of his shirt before 
reaching the smoothness of his chest.  Yamato bit back a sharp cry as 
Tai began to take slow, suction-like bites out of his flesh, 
alternately torturing him with the scraping of teeth and the tickling 
wetness of one very demanding tongue. 

Tearing his arms from around Tai's neck, he slipped them down 
the length of the eager boy's torso and back up again - only this 
time beneath his shirt.  His fingers roamed graspingly over Tai's 
upper body, stroking, rubbing, squeezing as they explored their way 
along his skin. 

Then he clutched convulsively at Taichi as the brunet slid one 
hand behind the waistline of his trousers. 

"Tai - " Yamato gasped aloud, managing to get one of his own 
hands around Tai's backside with a firm enough grip to sandwich Tai's 
hand between their groins.  Lifting his legs to grip his soon-to-be-
lover between his thighs, Yamato caught him by the shoulders once 
more and began to draw him in - 

- only to freeze as the door to the office  swung open. 

"What the - ?"  Principal Nakamura gaped at the sight before 
her: two boys she'd been intending to discipline, clothing in 
definite disarray, pressed *extremely* close in a highly compromising 
position - one that intimately involved *her desk*. 

Yamato stared back at her for a moment before flicking his eyes 
up to lock gazes with Taichi.  Taichi's brown eyes mirrored his own 
exhilaratingly terrified expression, he was sure.  They sprung apart 
to a safe distance, as though someone had flipped a polarity switch 
for one of them, and hastily set about putting their clothing in 
order while Principal Nakamura turned away slightly and shut the 
door, closing her eyes as she audibly took several deep breaths. 

Waiting until the boys had rapidly finished tidying both 
themselves and the desk, the Principal walked slowly over to her 
chair, resting her hands on the back as she looked down upon the now-
chaotic surface of her desk.  After several moments of leaving the 
red-faced boys to shift nervously, she raised her head and directed a 
measuring gaze towards each of them in turn. 

"Mr. Yagami.  Mr. Ishida."  The names hung heavily in the air.  
"The two of you have possibly the most melodramatic relationship I 
have *ever* seen outside of a soap opera.  I would *greatly* 
appreciate any and all future dramatics being conducted *outside* of 
school grounds - and most especially *not* on my desk!  Is that 
understood?!" 

They mumbled their agreement, faces flushed. 

"You're both suspended for the rest of the week.  I *suggest* 
that you use that time to sort out whatever the hell is going on 
between you.  Clear?" 

"Yes, ma'am," Yamato answered in a barely audible tone.  Taichi 
simply nodded. 

"Good.  Now get out of my sight.  I don't want to see either of 
you in my office ever again!  And *definitely* not together!" 

They beat a hasty retreat - but Matt could have sworn he saw 
the Principal grinning behind her hand on his way out... 

"So," he exhaled heavily as they wandered down the corridor 
together.  "What do we do now?" 

"I dunno," Taichi shrugged.  "I've never been suspended before.  
Aren't they supposed to call our parents or something?" 

Blue eyes glared at him.  "I meant about *us*, idiot." 

"Oh."  Taichi tilted his head slightly, glancing across at his 
friend from the corners of his eyes.  "I guess we should talk about 
it, huh?" 

"Whatever," came the nonchalant-sounding reply. 

"We could go to my place, I guess, but Mom will be there.  I 
can do without getting lectured right now." 

"There's always the park," Yamato shrugged.  "Or..." 

"Or?" 

"My Dad won't be home until Sunday night." 

A slow grin spread across Taichi's face.  "Your place," he 
declared. 

"You sure?" Yamato queried, his voice not quite even. 

"Yep."  His wild hair danced as he nodded sharply.  "Now let's 
get out of here before they call my mom." 

After a brief mad dash to freedom out the school gates, the 
pair ambled along in a tense, anticipatory silence.  Yamato spent the 
short journey to his apartment alternating between sneaking peeks at 
Taichi and trying to work out just what exactly he was going to do 
and say once they reached their destination.  After what had happened 
in the principal's office, he felt pretty confident that Taichi was 
at the very least interested in him sexually - but Yamato wanted so 
much more than just sex. 

He'd probably settle for just the sex, though, he was that 
desperate. 

Taichi's inane grinning certainly wasn't helping matters any.  
Yamato's heart leaped about like a grasshopper as his glimpses of the 
grinning boy's face wavered between convincing him that Tai might 
just possibly feel the same way he did - and that all Tai really 
wanted was sex. 

Never mind Taichi - all *Yamato* could think about at that 
point was sex.  Well, almost all, anyway.  There was a small corner 
of his mind that was aching just for a simple embrace... 

"Uh, Yamato?" 

"What?" 

"You *do* have a key, don't you?" 

The blond blinked blankly, first at his companion, then at the 
door in front of him.  He vaguely recognised it as belonging to his 
apartment.  "Oh."  Cheeks staining red, he managed to get the door 
open, avoiding Taichi's eyes as much as he could.  Closing the door 
behind them, he removed his shoes, discarding his bag at the same 
time.  Ordinarily he would have left his stuff in his own room, and 
invited Taichi to do the same, but... 

Best to avoid temptation, if they were actually going to 
*talk*. 

"Want a drink?" he asked, not looking back as he headed into 
the kitchen. 

"Yeah," Taichi answered, following on his heels and catching 
his wrist as he reached to open the cupboard with the glasses.  "But 
not that kind of drink." 

He froze with his hand still outstretched, then turned his head 
just enough to be captured in Taichi's intense brown gaze.  A smirk 
was all the warning he received before being pulled around, then 
forced back against the counter.  Taichi covered his mouth with his 
own, ruthlessly sucking his breath away and leaving him gasping as 
dancing sparks clouded his vision, distracting him from the hands at 
his belt, undoing his trousers - at least until things started to get 
a bit drafty below... 

"Taichi - ?"  He didn't get a chance to question further as he 
was unceremoniously hefted onto the countertop.  His pants and 
underwear were whisked off completely and tossed negligently aside.  
Warm hands pressed at his knees, spreading his legs apart and baring 
him for all the world - well, Taichi *was*  his world at that moment 
- to see. 

"Yamato?" 

He glanced down to find Taichi looking a trifle uncertainly up 
at him.  "Huh?" he managed - he sincerely doubted his current ability 
to produce anything more coherent than a grunt in response. 

"If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say 'no'." 

He blinked.  For some reason, the only word crossing his mind 
was: "*Yes!*" 

Taichi grinned, and continued his assault on his most willing 
victim. 

Resting his hands on Yamato's bare hips, Taichi bent his head 
until his lips brushed over the erection arising from amidst the pale 
pubic hair nestled between parted thighs.  Momentarily nerveless, 
Yamato recovered swiftly to twist his fingers into Taichi's thatch of 
brown hair, pulling him forcefully closer to where he wanted his 
attention.  Tai's hands shifted in response, one moving to fondle 
Yamato's balls, the other wrapping around the shaft of his penis and 
rubbing up and down with vigorous strokes. 

"Tai...?" 

There was no verbal reply to Yamato's single-word plea - 
instead, Tai employed his mouth in a more direct response, engulfing 
the head of Yamato's stiff member and sucking urgently on it.  He 
paused momentarily, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he glanced up 
to see Matt's expression, only to resume lapping at the blond's 
engorged flesh as Yamato tugged furiously at his hair. 

Blue eyes closed briefly as Matt thrust his pelvis against 
Taichi's face - thus leaving him completely unprepared when the other 
boy slid his lips further and further along his shaft.  He threw his 
head back as the sensation washed through his body - and knocked his 
skull rather sharply against the edge of the cupboards set above the 
counter. 

"Ow..." he groaned, lifting one hand to rub the area. 

Actually, it turned out Taichi hadn't been entirely prepared, 
either.  He started choking on cock as the tip of Yamato's penis 
tickled the back of his throat.  He drew back off Yamato, coughing 
and spluttering until he could breathe freely once more. 

"Tai?" Matt half-grunted from between clenched teeth.  "You 
okay?" 

"Yeah."  A couple more coughs.  "You?" 

"I'm fine," he gritted out.  "But you won't be if you don't 
keep going!" 

A throaty chuckle emerged from Tai before he leaned over once 
more and re-wrapped his mouth around the tip of the blond's saliva-
slick cock, working at it with deft sweeps of his tongue.  Yamato 
groaned at the vigour of Taichi's efforts, again letting his head 
fall back - more gently this time - against the cupboards as his 
innards tightened like a spring being wound back. 

It wasn't long before he was shuddering in paroxysms of relief, 
spurting warm liquid into Tai's mouth.  He blinked blearily down at 
the other boy as his now-limp dick slipped from his mouth.  A trail 
of fluid was seeping from the corner of Taichi's mouth, and Yamato 
momentarily considered leaning down to lick his lover's face clean.  
The point was made moot when Tai did the honours himself, seemingly 
savouring the taste. 

Yamato snickered. 

"What?" Taichi frowned unhappily.  "I know I need a little 
practice, but you don't have to laugh - " 

"Not that, idiot.  I always knew you had a bad sense of taste!"  
He started to chortle at his own bad joke. 

"Huh?!" 

"How can you possibly like that?" he attempted to clarify, 
gesturing from his flaccid penis to Tai's mouth. 

"Sucking on you?" 

"No, the *taste*!" 

Tai blinked. 

"I mean, you actually *swallowed* that!" 

Taichi's expression was slowly but surely growing more and more 
accusatory with every little snigger that worked it's way out of 
Matt's shuddering body.  This fact did not entirely escape Yamato's 
notice, but he found himself lacking the ability to regain his self-
control.  At least, not until Taichi grabbed his face in both hands 
and slammed their lips together, forcing his tongue deep into and 
around the blond boy's mouth.  It was a good couple of minutes before 
they separated, panting heavily. 

"You know," Yamato commented breezily, a smug smile adorning 
his face, "I taste a whole lot better that way." 

"That's *so* nice to hear.  Can *I* get a little attention 
here, or is this just a huge joke for you?" 

The blond blinked in shock as he snapped his attention back to 
his disgruntled companion, taking in the growing hurt and doubt 
welling within chocolate-brown eyes for the first time.  Merriment 
cast aside in the face of those emotions, he reached out one 
tentative hand towards Taichi's cheek, hovering above his tanned skin 
without touching for a heartbeat before settling upon it in a tender 
caress. 

"I'm sorry, Tai," he apologised.  "I didn't mean it like that." 

"How did you mean it?" Taichi wanted to know, only partially 
mollified.  Yamato didn't bother with more words, simply tilting his 
dear one's head upwards and capturing the boy's lips with his own in 
a soft yet lingering kiss.  Reticent at first, the shorter boy 
gradually yielded to Matt's desire as it increased exponentially in 
intensity, and willingly obeyed as the blond slipped off the counter 
and guided him backwards into one of the dining table chairs. 

"Yamato..."  The person so named ducked his head to hide a grin 
at the sigh that escaped his partner's lips as soon as they parted 
for breath.  Kneeling between Taichi's legs, he batted the other 
boy's hands to the side, giving him free access to the belt at Tai's 
waist.  His fingers worked deftly to undo the buckle, and the dark 
leather was soon being pulled free of its owner's pants with 
tantalising slowness. 

"Yama - " 

A finger against his lips silenced the dark haired boy, who 
gazed down upon his love with widened eyes.  Yamato held those eyes 
with his own as he wove the belt around the chair's backrest and 
Taichi's hands, causing the brown-eyed boy to frown slightly as he 
flexed his muscles against the restraint. 

"Matt - ?" 

Tai's attempted query was quieted once more, but this time with 
a brush of soft lips on his own - and Yamato's hand over his crotch.  
His eyes darkened a touch as his pupils dilated, and a soft gasp 
escaped his throat only to be swallowed amidst Yamato's kiss. 

"Matt," he spoke somewhat desperately as the other relinquished 
his mouth.  "I'd *really* rather not mess my pants..." 

Yamato chuckled in reply, but willingly unbuttoned and unzipped 
Tai's trousers, pulling them down the other's legs as Tai obligingly 
lifted his rear off the chair.  Teddy bear print boxers soon 
followed, leaving Tai's erection free from constraints - until Yamato 
caught it up in his hand.  Kissing the tip briefly, he slid his cheek 
along the length of it, then bowed his head in order to capture Tai's 
scrotum in his mouth.  Pumping Tai gently with his hand, he began to 
hum. 

If he hadn't been tied to the chair, Taichi probably would have 
fallen off.  He emitted a strangled gasp and ejaculated past Yamato's 
ear, some dripping down the blond's hand and back. 

A satisfied grin on his face, Yamato rested his head against 
Taichi's inner thigh while the seated boy caught his breath. 

"Okay," Taichi stated at last.  "*Now* we can talk." 

Yamato stared up at him for a moment before they both collapsed 
into laughter. 

"I suppose we really do need to," the blond ventured, after 
their fits of chuckling had subsided.  He pushed himself to his feet, 
hesitating just a moment before freeing Taichi's wrists and tugging 
gently to urge him to stand.  Then he led him to the bedroom. 

"Yamato?" Taichi inquired, one eyebrow raised inquisitively as 
the person in question stretched out on his bed, one knee bent toward 
the ceiling.  "Weren't we going to talk?" 

"The kitchen wasn't exactly any better," Yamato pointed out 
wryly.  "And this is a bit more... comfortable." 

Taichi remained unmoving, his expression serious as he looked 
down upon Yamato. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Nothing, just admiring the view," Taichi smiled, and sat down 
beside his friend, running one hand up over Yamato's bent knee.  The 
blond batted the hand away just as it reached the tail of his shirt 
where it draped across his thigh, just barely covering his groin. 

"*Talk*, Taichi." 

"When you're posing like that?" came the reply, but Taichi 
cooperated by lying down alongside Yamato, both of them wriggling 
until they were facing the other, scant inches apart.  They stared at 
each other for several moments, neither knowing when to begin.  Then 
Taichi grinned.  "How long?" 

Yamato shrugged, feeling his face warming.  "I don't know." 

"You posed like that before." 

"Huh?  What are you talking about?" 

"Back on File Island, in that fake building Devimon made.  Your 
robe just barely covered your... uh..." 

"Taichi, we both saw each other naked there, so what difference 
does that make?" 

"I dunno.  It's just...  more interesting when it's half-hidden 
like that." 

"Taichi.  We were eleven." 

"Yeah, so?" 

Yamato blinked.  "That long?" 

Taichi nodded slowly, eyes distant as he reflected.  "Maybe not 
consciously, but I think...  On top of the cliff, when we were 
fighting in the snow.  I think that's when I fell in love with you." 

"Wh-when you - ?" 

"You heard me." 

Blue eyes blinked rapidly to dispel the build-up of moisture, 
and fixed themselves on Taichi's chin. 

"Yama?" 

He licked his lips, mouth working soundlessly.  "How can you 
just say it like that?" he demanded finally. 

A shrug.  "It's the truth." 

"Then why didn't you say something sooner?!" 

"Why didn't you?" 

"You're the one who had the Crest of Courage, Tai!  I had the 
Crest of Friendship, remember?  *Friendship*, for crying out loud!" 

Taichi blinked.  "So? 

"Argh!"  Matt threw his head back against his pillow and glared 
at the ceiling, his hands balling into fists by his side as he 
repressed his initial urge to clock Taichi one on the chin.  He would 
have liked to roll over and bury his face in the softness of the 
pillow, but attempting to do so would either land him on the floor or 
on top of Taichi. 

Actually, the second option did have some appeal... 

"Mmph!" was all he could manage to get out, however, as Taichi 
put his thoughts into action - and upped the ante by sucking the 
breath out of the blond with what could loosely be termed a kiss.  In 
practice, it lay somewhere between a reversed resuscitation attempt 
and a puppy's enthusiastic greeting.  "Tai!" he protested laughingly, 
and the eager boy dampened his ardent behaviour slightly. 

"You know," he said between kisses, "I kind of like this way of 
resolving our differences." 

"Me too.  Want to argue more often?" 

"How about we just skip to this part from now on, hmmm?" 

There was no argument forthcoming from Yamato on this topic.  
Instead, he lent himself fervently to the exploration of his love's 
body, sliding his hands along smooth muscle, under cloth, tickling 
sensitive areas... 

"Hey!" 

More laughter then, as they wrestled for top position - a 
skirmish that Yamato ultimately won after a brief but effective 
assault on Taichi's nipples and navel that also popped several 
buttons off the brown-eyed boy's shirt.  Having achieved victory - 
temporarily, at least - he straddled Taichi's thighs, squirming 
forward until his cock brushed against the other boy's.  With Tai's 
eager assistance he massaged them both into full erection, stroking 
and rocking against the prone boy's firm body in a steadily 
quickening rhythm whose climax left them both breathing hard - and 
rather sticky. 

Yamato couldn't care less.  He snuggled down, resting his head 
against the other boy's chest, heedless of the mess he was wallowing 
in. 

"Hey, you can't go to sleep on me like this!" Tai protested as 
Yamato closed his eyes, emitting a highly satisfied sigh. 

"Give me a break.  I've already come three times today." 

"No, only twice.  But we can make it three..." he trailed off 
suggestively. 

"I jerked off in the bathroom at recess," the blond mumbled, 
not lifting his head. 

"Just couldn't wait for me, hey?" Taichi began to chuckle, 
stroking Yamato's soft hair possessively. 

Yamato simply smiled, and let the rhythm of Taichi's breathing 
lull him into sleep. 

***

An insistent ringing roused him from his peaceful slumber.  
Barely half-awake, he shoved the miscellaneous limbs off of himself 
and dragged his lethargic body over to the phone. 

"Hello?" he managed somewhat creditably. 

"Yamato?  This is Taichi's mother, here." 

"Oh," Yamato blinked, suddenly far more awake than he had been 
a second before.  "Hi, Mrs. Yagami.  What can I do for you?" 

"Actually," she spoke anxiously, "I was wondering if you know 
where Taichi might be?  I know you two had some sort of disagreement 
at school today, but he hasn't come home yet, and I'm getting a 
little bit worried about him..." 

"Uh, it's okay, he's right here with me," he hastened to assure 
her, glancing around to find a working clock - and blinking in 
surprise when he saw how late it was.  "We just kind of lost track of 
time," he apologised. 

"Could I speak to him, please?" 

"Uh, sure, just a minute."  He covered the receiver with his 
hand as he called Taichi by name.  There was no response.  Sighing, 
he carried the phone back over to his bed and shook him by the 
shoulder lightly. 

"I'll be up in a minute, Mom..." 

Yamato rolled his eyes, and sat on Taichi's feet.  The brown 
haired boy shot up into a sitting position, blinking rapidly. 

"Wha - ?" 

"Your mother.  On the phone.  Now." 

It took a couple more blinks for the message to sink in, and 
more still for him to take hold of the phone. 

"Hi, Mom," he managed coherently as he settled back on the bed 
again.  "Yeah, I'm sorry about that - Matt and I needed to talk a few 
things over, and..." 

Sliding of Taichi's feet, Yamato tilted his head to one side, 
observing the other boy as he stared up at the ceiling and attempted 
to explain why he hadn't come home to his mother.  Then he glanced 
back down the length of his body, back to his feet.  And started to 
grin. 

"I'm sorry, I know I should have called, but - " 

Taichi paused momentarily as Yamato stripped the socks off both 
their feet in short order.  He raised one eyebrow at the mischievous 
glint in his companion's blue eyes even as he continued his 
conversation - and became visibly concerned when his legs became 
locked in Yamato's firm grasp. 

"No, it wasn't all that serious - eh!" 

Yamato licked his lips in anticipation as Taichi glared 
desperately at him, gesturing him to leave his feet alone.  The blue 
eyed boy cheerfully ignored him, going back to feather-stroking the 
soles of Taichi's feet until he shuddered from head to toe. 

"No Mom, it was no-nothing!  No, we're... not... fighting 
again, I promise!" 

Yamato chuckled softly as Taichi continued to glare for all he 
was worth, and started nipping gently at Tai's toes. 

"Uhn..." 

Adding swift flicks of his tongue and more light touches, 
Yamato began to work his way up the insides of Taichi's calves, and 
back behind his knees.  Taichi couldn't stand it any longer. 

"*Yamato*!" he hissed, covering the receiver with his hand.  
His tormentor looked up just long enough to blink innocently before 
bending his head back down to his current task - which was apparently 
to drive Taichi up the wall. 

"Yes, Mom, I'm still here.  Actually, I was kind of wanting... 
to spend the night here...  It's already late, so..."  This time it 
was Yamato's turn to peer at his lover with raised brow.  "Yeah, it's 
fine with him," Tai continued, a fair amount of amusement entering 
his tone as he watched the boy who was all over his legs grin up at 
him at his words. 

"No, we're not going to fiieeegth!"  Brown eyes were half-
glazed with shock as Yamato tickled him between his legs.  "Nooo," he 
said hastily into the phone as he shuffled backwards on the bed, away 
from Yaamto's wandering fingers.  "Everything's-just-fine-I'll-see-
you-tomorrow-bye!" he squawked out in one breath, and hung up the 
phone. 

He glared at Yamato balefully.  "You bastard." 

Blue eyes smirked back at him. 

"You friggin' *bastard*!" he cried, lunging forward and 
attacking Yamato with the pillow.  "How the hell could you do that to 
me when I was on the phone?!  With my *mother*, for crying out 
loud!!!" 

Yamato snickered, dodging the pillow-strikes as best he could. 

"How would you have liked it if I'd turned the intercom on in 
Ms. Nakamura's office?!" 

Yamato halted, and blinked, absently letting Taichi tackle him 
to the ground.  Now *there* was a thought...  Reluctantly, he shook 
his head.  "TK and Kari would hear." 

"That's your only objection?"  It was Taichi's turn to blink.  
Then he grinned.  "Want to try it someday?  When they're not in 
school?" 

"Nakamura'd kill us." 

"Only if she caught us." 

Their grins dissolved into laughter. 

"You weren't really serious about that, were you?" Taichi 
queried after they'd settled down slightly. 

"No, not really," Yamato admitted.  "Letting the world know I 
love you is one thing; letting our entire school hear us having sex 
isn't quite the same." 

"Heh," came the grunted reply, and they were quiet for a few 
minutes.  "Maybe we should have stayed in the kitchen after all..." 

"Mmm?" 

"I'm getting kinda hungry..." 

Yamato glanced over at him, then shoved himself to his feet.  
Pulling Taichi up, he led the way back to the kitchen.  Taichi made a 
beeline to the refrigerator.  Yamato sat on the table. 

"So," Yamato purred as the other boy opened the fridge and 
started scanning through the contents.  "What's for dinner?  Besides 
me, that is?" 

Taichi's body for the most part remained motionless; only his 
eyes moved to stare sidelong at the blond treat perched on the edge 
of the dining table.  Slowly, and very deliberately, Yamato's fingers 
worked their magic, sensuously undoing the remaining buttons of his 
(rather-in-need-of-a-wash) shirt before peeling it off and casting it 
aside. 

It was the first time he'd been completely naked in front of 
Taichi in four years. 

Yamato grinned as Taichi forced his eyes back to the fridge's 
innards, and waited patiently while the now red-faced boy fought to 
regain control over his breathing.  After several moments, the brown 
haired boy lifted a single bottle out of the fridge, holding it up so 
Yamato could read the label. 

Caramel topping.  His mouth started to water. 

"There's ice cream in the freezer," he informed his lover in 
husky tones.  Tai raised one eyebrow, then, grinning, complied by 
searching both it and a spoon out.  He dumped all three on the table 
beside Yamato. 

"Uh..." he hesitated, looking questioningly between the blond 
and the bottle.  Yamato smiled slowly in response, beckoning him over 
to the table with one finger.  Taichi stepped forward until he was 
close enough for his boyfriend to wrap his arms around his neck, 
drawing him in close. 

"If you want to," Yamato breathed into his ear, one arm wrapped 
around Tai's neck, his other hand deftly undoing the buttons on 
Taichi's shirt, "we can go all the way." 

Taichi froze, his eyes as wide as ice cream bowls.  "You - you 
mean - " 

"Geez, Tai, you were quick enough to suck me," Yamato 
complained at his hesitance.  "Don't you want to fuck me, too?" 

"Uh..." 

"You do.  You *know* you do." 

"Eep!"  Taichi jumped as Yamato's hands sought out non-verbal 
confirmation of his statement.  "Matt!" 

"What?" he blinked, gazing innocently into accusative brown 
eyes.  "Oh, all right," he conceded, lying down on the table and 
folding his arms behind his head.  "Do I at least get some ice 
cream?" he inquired of the ceiling. 

"Where the hell do all these kinks of yours come from?" Taichi 
wanted to know as he prepared to scoop ice cream out of the 
container. 

"What's so kinky about anal sex when we're both guys?" 

"I meant the ice cream.  And the phone thing; and the belt..." 

"You *really* want to know?" 

"Yes, I really want to know!" 

"The belt - I just wanted you to keep your hands to yourself 
for once." 

"You could have just asked, you know." 

"Yeah, but it was more fun that way.  The phone thing..." he 
shrugged.  "I don't know.  When I saw the expression on your face 
when your mom was telling you off, I just wanted to see you come 
right there and then.  I nearly did the same thing when Ishikawa 
spanked you last week." 

Taichi paused in mid-scoop, one eyebrow raised.  "*That*... 
could have been interesting," he concluded.  Yamato snorted. 

"Somehow I don't think he would have handled it as well as 
Nakamura did." 

"No kidding.  What about the ice cream?" 

"That comes from something Gabumon said.  He was comparing the 
two of us to flavours of ice cream." 

"Do I want to know why?" Tai queried dubiously, holding one 
spoonful of ice cream aloft. 

"I was Rocky Road," Yamato grinned. 

"Figures.  And me?" 

The grin widened.  "Vanilla." 

Taichi looked down at the vanilla ice cream sitting on his 
spoon, then back to Yamato, expression unchanging.  "Did he say 
anything about caramel topping?" 

"No.  Why?" 

The brown-eyed boy shoved his scooped ice cream into his 
companion's mouth, ignoring the protests at the abruptness of the 
delivery.  Abandoning the spoon, he picked up the bottle of caramel 
topping and poured liberally over the prone boy's chest.  He then ran 
one finger down the other boy's sternum, lifting it to his own mouth 
and cleaning it thoroughly with his tongue. 

Still struggling with his mouthful of ice cream, Yamato reached 
out to grab Taichi's head, pulling him down to lick the caramel 
directly off his skin.  The wild haired boy quickly complied, lapping 
cheerfully at the sticky liquid as it dribbled every which way down 
Yamato's chest.  He wasn't fast enough to catch all of it before it 
hit the table, but he was doing well - until Yamato wrapped his legs 
around Tai's waist and started wriggling so that Tai's penis was 
pressed up against his arse. 

"Matt - " he started in strangled tones before having his head 
dragged forward and his mouth planted unceremoniously against 
Yamato's nipple.  He automatically started sucking before wrenching 
himself away once more.  "Yamato, wait a minute!" 

"Mm?" he grunted, still working on swallowing the ice cream Tai 
had shoveled into his mouth.  He blinked curiously up at the other 
boy as Tai repositioned himself so that he was no longer anywhere 
near Yamato's rear.  He blinked again, swallowing the last of the ice 
cream and propping himself up slightly on one elbow.  "You *really* 
don't want to try it?" 

Taichi shook his head. 

Yamato blinked again.  "Why?" he asked.  "I mean, I could 
understand you not wanting it the other way around, but..." 

"Because..." 

Yamato waited. 

"It's..." 

He kept on waiting, unblinking, as Taichi began to squirm. 

"Because it's disgusting!" he burst out at last.  "I mean, 
think about what your arse is supposed to be used for, Yamato!  And 
you honestly want me to shove my prick up there, where..."  He broke 
off, face flushed bright red. 

Yamato let himself drop backwards, and hit his head on the 
table. 

"Are you *trying* to knock yourself senseless?" Taichi wondered 
as Yamato once again rubbed at his abused skull. 

"No, I'm trying to get *fucked* senseless, but someone here 
isn't co-operating!" he complained crossly, before he gave any 
thought to what he was saying. 

An uncomfortable silence settled between them. 

"So, no Yamato sundae, then?" Tai asked weakly, like a child 
fearing the loss of a treat. 

Yamato pushed himself back into a sitting position, so that he 
was face to face with his lover once more.  Taichi's face was smeared 
with topping, including a dollop about to drip off the end of his 
nose... 

Slowly, the blond leaned forward, kissing the tip of Tai's nose 
and licking the caramel off of it.  "You can have Yamato sundae any 
time, as far as I'm concerned," he breathed softly.  Sliding his arms 
around Taichi's neck, he drew him in close for a long, lingering 
kiss. 

"You know," said Tai, pulling back enough to nuzzle at his 
neck.  "After all that, I'm not so sure I want one that often." 

Yamato could feel himself tensing up.  "Why not?" 

"Because," Taichi replied with a grin, "we could get stuck 
together for good.  How would we ever explain that to everyone?!" 

Yamato chuckled, immediately seeing his point as they attempted 
to separate.  They literally had to peel themselves off one another 
due to the stickiness of the topping they'd used. 

"I think should have done this in the bathroom," Matt declared.  
"We definitely could use a shower."  Taichi readily agreed.  "One 
thing though, Tai." 

"What?" 

"Next time, take your shirt off.  I'm going to have to soak it 
now." 

Tai started to laugh. 

"What?" 

"You make a great househusband," Tai informed him, still 
laughing. 

"Watch it," Matt told him, "or I'll make you wash your own 
shirt!" 

"Sure," Tai replied, unconcerned.  "Just as long as *you're* 
there to wash *me*!" 

They made a quick sweep of the area, putting the ice cream and 
topping away and cleaning up some of the sticky mess they'd made on 
the table before heading off to the bathroom.  The warm water of the 
shower washing over them dissolved a fair amount of the topping, and 
their hands rubbed away the rest - in fact, their hands rubbed a fair 
bit more than was strictly required.  Neither of them cared to 
complain about that point, though - at least, not until Yamato's 
fingers unconsciously traced their way down Taichi's spine and 
below... 

Taichi grasped his wrist just before he reached his goal.  "You 
*really* want to try it, don't you?" 

"Eh..." the blond hesitated, then turned away.  "Sorry.  I'll 
leave you alone." 

Taichi kept hold of his wrist. 

"What is it?" Matt queried, wondering at Tai's expression. 

"If you really want to," the boy answered, "we can try it now." 

"Now?" 

"Yeah, now," Tai mumbled agreement.  "In the shower so you can 
wash off right away.  'Cause you can forget about me giving you 
another blow job if you don't!" 

Yamato blinked, then grinned.  "Taichi?  Are you *sure*?" 

The tanned boy shrugged and released Matt's wrist.  "Go for 
it." 

With that said, Yamato began fingering the pucker of Tai's 
anus, sensing the muscles in Tai's buttocks tauten and relax as he 
probed delicately at the region.  He tried pressing one fingertip 
inside, but found he wasn't getting very far - except in making Tai 
squirm uncomfortably. 

"Just a moment," Yamato informed him, abandoning him 
temporarily to reach for his hair conditioner.  Squeezing a little 
out of the bottle, he coated his fingers in the stuff, being careful 
to keep his hands out of the spray of water from the shower nozzle.  
Thus prepared, he tried once more to penetrate Tai's rear - and this 
time was quite successful.  "Tai?  This okay?" 

"Yeah..." came the reply, although the look on Tai's face 
indicated that he was still quite undecided about the matter. 

"Hold on."  A second finger joined the first, and he separated 
the two, pressing at the walls of Taichi's rectum.  "How does that 
feel?" 

Brown eyes blinked.  "Weird." 

Okaaay...  At least he hadn't hated it straight off. 

He stretched out a little more, working his way around Tai's 
insides as far as he could reach - until Taichi started, digging his 
fingernails into Yamato's flesh.  "Tai?" 

"Umm," he blinked again, wide-eyed.  "Keep going." 

Yamato pulled his fingers free.  "Turn around," he ordered. 

Taichi obeyed, leaning against the wall with his backside 
facing the taller boy.  He peered cautiously over his shoulder as 
Yamato once again made use of the conditioner, this time to slick 
along his erection.  He positioned himself carefully behind Tai, 
pressing the head of his member up against Tai's sphincter. 

"Are you sure - ?" 

"Just get on with it already, would you?" 

He breathed deeply, then started to push, almost stopping in 
wonderment as he made it through.  Moving slowly, checking to see his 
lover's reaction to every millimetre he made his own, he found 
himself at something of a loss when his thighs met with Taichi's. 

"Tai?" 

"For crying out loud, Matt - don't just stand there!  Move!" 

Startled into action, he drew back a little before shoving 
himself back up against Tai's cheeks.  He hesitated again at the moan 
that his movements drew out of Taichi, but quickly began to thrust 
rhythmically into Tai after the smaller boy hissed his name, his tone 
threatening dire consequences if Yamato didn't pick up the pace. 

Settling down into steady motions as he learned the *feel* of 
Tai, Yamato snaked one arm around his lover's chest, the other around 
his waist, interlocking his fingers with Tai's around the other's 
cock as they worked together to build to a rather productive climax.  
The volume of semen was rather lacking compared to the volume of 
their cries, but the semen did stick to the walls of the shower 
cubicle longer. 

"So," Yamato half-sighed as he slid himself free from Tai and 
started to wash off.  A grunt was the only response Tai made, still 
supporting himself against the wall.  "How was it?" 

The smaller boy slowly turned around, leaning back against the 
wall once more as he gazed steadily at Yamato. 

"Well?" Yamato asked again, starting to feel twitchy with 
nerves in the face of Tai's expressionless visage. 

Taichi grinned.  "You'll find out tomorrow.  I've had it for 
today." 

"Liked it that much?" 

"Mmm." 

Yamato sighed again. 

"Now what?" Taichi wanted to know. 

"I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight..." 

"If you're intending to do anything else, then you're on your 
own," Tai informed him, then ducked out of the shower leaving Yamato 
standing in the spray alone. 

"Hey!" 

By the time Matt reached the bedroom, Taichi was out like a 
light. 

***

Yamato was busy cooking breakfast when Taichi finally made it 
out of bed and to the kitchen.  The blond might not have noticed his 
arrival - except for the soft thud of the other boy leaning heavily 
back against the wall. 

"Good morning," the blond greeted him, looking over his 
shoulder briefly.  Taichi, clad only in one of Yamato's shirts from 
what Yamato could see, stared back, wide-eyed. 

"Don't tell me you cook breakfast like this every morning." 

"Of course," Yamato replied innocently.  "Dad's idea of cooking 
is worse than yours, so..." 

"No," Taichi cut in, still staring.  "I mean the apron." 

"Hey, I can't go getting my clothes dirty now, can I?" 

"Yamato.  You aren't *wearing* any other clothes." 

"It's my birthday suit!" 

"Yamato!  You're really asking for it, do you know that?" 

"Asking for what exactly?" Yamato inquired airily, still 
playing the innocent. 

Taichi bowed his head, grinning at the game.  Raising his head 
again he crossed the distance between them, sliding his arms around 
Yamato's waist.  "Oh, I don't know," he answered softly.  "Something 
like... this?"  Nuzzling blond hair aside, he engulfed one soft 
earlobe with his mouth, rubbing his tongue against it deftly and 
sucking gently - while one hand did some rubbing of its own somewhat 
lower down. 

"Tai..." Yamato sighed.  "Be careful..." 

The other boy ignored him, nipping lightly at his earlobe with 
his teeth, squeezing one buttock with his hand and moving the other 
to support himself on the counter in front of Yamato... 

"*Shit*!"  Taichi reared back, cradling his left hand in his 
right as he scowled at the stove. 

"I *told* you to be careful," Yamato scolded as he caught Tai's 
hands in his own to have a closer look at the burn.  "Here," he said, 
dragging the wounded boy over to the sink and turning the cold water 
on.  "Keep it under the water." 

"Couldn't you kiss it better?"  Taichi pouted. 

"I could... if you wanted your breakfast to burn." 

"Burn, baby, burn!" 

"Taichi!" he laughed, and headed back to rescue breakfast from 
the wrath of the stove. 

"What happened to the guy who wasn't going to be able to sleep 
last night because he wanted it so badly?" 

"He happens to hate the smell of burned food." 

"Even more than he loves me?" Tai asked in piteous tones. 

"Well..." 

"Man, I can't believe I'm taking second place to a cheese 
omelet." 

"You will when *your* stomach starts growling.  Besides," he 
grinned over his shoulder as he turned off the stove and served up 
two portions, "we're going to need all the energy we can get today." 

"You're forgiven," Taichi assured him with a grin as he turned 
off the tap and collected his plate. 

Neither of them spoke as they ate, but suggestive gestures were 
apparent in every direction.  Yamato licked first his lips, then his 
fingers while his gaze was locked with Tai's, a lazy smile evident 
throughout.  Taichi merely grinned, and offered forkloads from his 
own plate for Yamato's consumption.  It wasn't until their meal was 
almost done that Tai retaliated with full force, sliding his foot up 
along Yamato's legs and under his apron to nudge at his groin.  It 
didn't take long to obtain the reaction he was after. 

"Tai..." Yamato sighed, closing his eyes and sinking further 
into his chair.  He opened them again as Tai retracted his foot, 
watching in expectation as the other boy stood and moved behind 
Yamato's chair.  At Tai's urging, he stood and positioned himself 
bending over the breakfast table.  He reached one hand behind his 
back to untie his apron strings, but Tai's hand on his wrist halted 
him mid-motion. 

"Leave it." 

One blond eyebrow raised quizzically, then he snorted in 
amusement.  "Fine, but *you* are taking *my* shirt off.  I don't want 
it getting messed up." 

Taichi laughed, even as he removed the shirt and put it safely 
to one side. 

"Mm?" 

"Just imagine - 'Sorry, Ms Nakamura.  The reason I'm not in 
correct uniform is because all my shirts and pants have dried semen 
on them.'" 

Yamato's chuckle eased into a sigh as Taichi started to fondle 
his genitals, rubbing his own stiffening penis against Yamato's 
buttocks.  He hated to lose that sensation, even for a moment, but... 

"Tai?" 

"What?" 

"Cooking oil.  Third cupboard from us.  Top shelf." 

"Oh.  Right."  Fortunately for Matt, Tai was just as eager for 
it, and wasted no time in dashing to the cupboard and back.  "Now 
where were we?" he grinned lecherously as Yamato looked back over his 
shoulder at him. 

"I believe you were about to deflower me," the blond replied 
dryly. 

"You know, you could sound a little more enthusiastic about 
it," Taichi informed him as he spilled the oil into his hand (and 
onto the floor). 

"Trust me - I've been waiting *years* for this.  Now will you 
hurry up and get on with it?!" 

"Heh," Tai responded, sliding slippery fingers along his cock.  
"You're lucky I'm doing this at all!"  Without further delay, he 
pressed himself against Yamato's entrance (or exit, depending on how 
you wanted to view it) and thrust in abruptly. 

Yamato gasped as the size of Taichi's erection stretched him 
somewhat beyond his level of comfort - and moaned as somewhere deep 
within him Taichi hit something that felt *good*.  He started to 
adjust his stance only to have Tai pull partially out and slam back 
'home' again, this time at a slightly better angle.  One more 
adjustment, one more thrust, and his knees gave out on him. 

With Yamato's weight as incentive, Tai pulled them both away 
from the table before allowing them both to sink to the floor, still 
joined almost at the hip, as it were.  On his knees with his butt in 
the air, Yamato clutched at the floor as Taichi proceeded to have a 
hell of a lot better time than he had thought he would. 

The repeated sounds of flesh being thrust against flesh were 
interspersed with a curious collection of grunts from Taichi, and 
gasping moans from Yamato that managed to increase in loudness with 
each motion.  Added to this were the combination of swearing and 
laughter as Taichi took a few opportunities to tickle the blond where 
he was most vulnerable. 

"Taichi!" Yamato gasped, half in laughter, half in annoyance.  
The brown eyed boy responded by kissing the back of his neck and 
squeezing lightly his sensitive nipples and balls.  It was enough to 
send the blue eyed boy over the edge, his seed spurting out onto his 
apron and the floor, with some being caught in Taichi's fingers as he 
slid them over the end of Yamato's pulsating penis.  Not one to be 
left behind by anyone, Taichi soon let himself go, coming inside 
Yamato. 

They lay there for a short while catching their breath, with 
Tai draped over his taller lover.  Eventually, he extricated himself 
and rolled onto his back beside Yamato. 

"So," he said, absently licking his fingers.  "How was it?" 

Yamato pushed himself up onto his elbows so that he was looking 
down over Taichi, who was still sucking come off his fingers.  
Without a single word, the blond swooped down on his lover and kissed 
him solidly.  For a couple of minutes.  Okay, maybe more than a 
couple. 

"That good, huh?" Taichi grinned when they finally separated. 

"Mm," Matt agreed, lying back down again, but still facing Tai. 

"Great.  I need to shower." 

Matt groaned.  "Are you going to insist that we shower right 
after *every* time?" 

Taichi stared at him unblinking, not backing down an inch.  "I 
am *not* going to suck your cock when it's been up my arse, and I am 
*not* kissing you if you suck my cock after it's been up your arse!" 

Yamto sighed, staring up at the ceiling.  "There is another 
solution," he offered tentatively. 

"I'm open to suggestions." 

"Condoms." 

"That might be okay..." Taichi mused. 

"Great."  Yamato laughed suddenly. 

"What?" 

"Otherwise... I don't know how I'm going to explain this 
month's water bill to my dad!" 

***

[Three weeks later]

"You actually *told* your Dad that we've had sex?!"  Taichi 
exclaimed incredulously, staring at Yamato wide-eyed as the blond 
shifted restlessly in his arms, a blush darkening his cheeks. 

"I didn't mean to!  It just kinda slipped out after he 
commented on the water bill, taking long showers and keeping clean, 
and I just..."  He shrugged helplessly. 

Taichi exhaled heavily.  There was nothing to be done about it 
now.  "What did he say?" 

"He didn't say anything after that," Yamato answered, in a 
subdued voice.  "He didn't say anything at all.  Not even a 'Bye' 
when he went to work." 

"You didn't stop to think that that might have been a *little* 
bit more than he was ready for?" 

Blue eyes glared at him. 

"Sorry." 

Yamato sighed.  "I just don't know, Tai," he started, then 
stiffened as the sound of a door being opened and shut echoed through 
the apartment. 

"Yamato?  You home?" 

The person in question looked deeply into his boyfriend's eyes 
for a prolonged moment before replying.  "In here, Dad," he called 
out, reluctantly shuffling himself out of Taichi's arms.  "I didn't 
know you'd be home this early," he continued as his father entered 
his room. 

"Just stopped off to pick some stuff up for a meeting," Ishida 
answered the implied question, his eyes darting briefly between the 
two boys sitting side by side on the bed.  "And dropping off some 
stuff, too.  Here," he tossed a paper bag to his son, "those are for 
you.  Both of you.  I wasn't sure of your sizes, so I bought a range.  
I'll be back around eleven or so, okay?" 

"Okay," Yamato repeated as his father ducked out of his room, 
blinking curiously down at the parcel he was holding. 

"What is that?" Taichi wondered, as the elder Ishida called out 
a farewell before leaving the apartment once more. 

"I don't know."  Yamato opened the bag and started to rummage 
through its contents, only to freeze as he read the label on the 
first packet he fished out, eyes bulging as he stared at it in 
disbelief.  "I - Dad - he - " he stammered out as Taichi reached over 
and plucked the object of his consternation out of his hands. 

"Condoms?!"  He blinked.  "Your dad bought us *condoms*?"  He 
blinked again - then started to laugh, a soft chuckle that rapidly 
built into hysterical gales of laughter.  "Seems like your dad's 
handling it just fine," he managed to say amidst gasps for breath.  
"What else is in that bag?"  He didn't wait for an answer, but simply 
pulled the bag out of Yamato's grasp, emptying its contents out on 
the bed.  "And when did he say he'd be back?" 

"Taichi!" Yamato hissed, his face beet-red. 

"What?" he grinned.  "He wouldn't have bought us this stuff if 
he didn't want us to use it." 

"*Tai* -" 

His protests were thoroughly smothered as Taichi found a far 
more vigorous task for his mouth than talking. 
  

September 2000

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