White

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mina: Though I say it's Taito, that's more out of habit; when I first got started with the name thing, I wasn't aware that it meant seme/uke too and I just liked the name Taito more than Yamachi. I prefer to use it in the context of pursuer/pursued, and that would definitely be Taito as opposed to Yamachi. Next chapter should give you an idea of how much switching is going on, so please stay tuned.

Ven: I will finish this, no matter how long it takes!


White

A Digimon, Taito fic.


Chapter: 3


In new morning light, Yamato stretched, frowning at the uncomfortable state of his pants.
He rubbed a hand over his face and glanced sidelong at Taichi.
The brunette was still asleep.
He looked happy.
It only then occurred to Yamato why Taichi and he had fallen asleep on his bed, fully clothed; why his pants were itchy.
The gaze had been sleepy before, but now it was tense and slightly panicked, eyes too wide for comfort.
He and Tai….Tai and he…they’d….but that was just wrong!
Yama wasn’t a homophobe as such, he had no problem with people who were gay, he didn’t even mind witnessing it in public. But some primal part of him still thought it was wrong. Not wrong to love another man, but wrong to do…stuff…with another man. Because man wasn’t made that way.
So as tolerant and as accepting as he was of homosexual ways, he was still aghast at having…y’know…with Taichi. Even if it hadn’t been the full y’know, it was still too much y’know for comfort. Wha-ha-hey too much.
It was just wrong; wrong like fancying your mum or thinking that jumping in front of cars was a fun past time. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t exactly the same, but still, so wrong.
But he’d done it. He’d done it and he’d enjoyed it at the time. What did that make him? He was not gay. He knew it. He just wasn’t, he’d never ever thought of a guy like that, hell, he’d been thinking about a woman the entire fuc– frikin’ time!
So no, he wasn’t gay. No way no how.
It was just wrong. So very, very wrong. It had no purpose! It was a hedonistic and frankly gross past time, gay sex. No babies, no repopulating the earth. Bad thing, very bad thing. So yeah, wrong!
He may never say it to someone’s face, but a big part of him considered homosexuality to be a defect; a biological anomaly in their brains that meant their hormone levels were abnormal so they went for the wrong kind of ass. They were sick, like people who suffer brain damage and have chunks of their skull missing.
It was just wrong!
Had he thought that enough?
Maybe not.
WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG! It wasn’t how it was supposed to be, human bodies were not made for that!
It was just the way, the way the human body was put together, the way they fit; sure there was a hole there, but it was a way out, not a way in and as far as he was concerned holes of any kind should not be used in any but their designated direction. You wouldn’t want something going in that little hole in your dick, now would you?
But hey, at least he was an equal opportunist discriminator. He thought lesbians were wrong too.
In the midst of this circular worry/panic/rant, a small part of him wondered if any of Tai’s own semen had soaked through his jeans and somehow gotten onto his crotch.
That, was the final straw.
Yamato struggled backwards, body some how tangled in the blanket, making a desperate bid for freedom away from the bed of sin!
He was just about to set one foot on the floor and propel himself to salvation, when a hand tightened around his wrist and yanked him back.
He landed mostly on his back, looking to the side at Taichi who was propped up on one elbow, his other hand around Yama’s wrist.
“So, things not so rosy in the light of morning? Maybe I should just jerk you off again. You cope better post orgasm.” He said nonchalantly.
“How can you say something like that! We did, we– It was a mistake.” Yama started panicked, finished flatly.
“Why, cos we’re guys?” Tai asked.
“Yes!” Was Tai deliberately being stupid? Or was he just that dense?
“I never picked you for the homophobe type, Yama.” Tai noted dully. Just a little bit of reproach in there.
“I’m not, I just don’t think this is the way the human body is supposed to work.” He argued, ready to repeat his reasoning out loud.
“And you think the human body is supposed to play guitar?”
“N-ye-wha?”
“You’re fingers develop calluses ‘cos the flesh is too soft to stand up to constantly playing the guitar, right?”
“Tai, what–”
“If the human body was designed for playing the guitar, shouldn’t you have pre-hardened fingers or something?”
“That’s just stupid, you can’t compare playing the guitar to homosexuality.” Yama scoffed.
“Why not? You love playing the guitar, and some other men love other men. Just because the body isn’t designed to do something doesn’t mean it shouldn’t. It just means we haven’t gotten there yet.” Tai shrugged.
“Tai.”
“If you’re gonna let you’re fingers develop calluses because you’re not adapted to plucking strings, and you’re gonna cut your hair when it’s programmed to keep growing, all for the sake of career and aesthetics, can’t you consider letting one man love another for the sake of love?”
“…Tai…” He wanted to say that he didn’t care about gay love, just gay sex, but didn’t the argument extend to that as well?
“Yama, I know we never really talked about it, and you kinda turned a blind eye to it all, but you know; I’m not so straight.”
Yama looked away, unable to take the expression on Tai's face.
“I’m sure you’ve heard the rumours spread about me? Well, some of them are true. I dig guys too. Some guys. I haven’t really discovered my type yet.” Still no response from the blonde. “Yama? Are you gonna call me wrong too?”
Yama wanted to, wanted to say that hell yeah, there was shit-loads wrong with Tai, but he couldn’t.
Tai sighed.
“Maybe this is a little too much too soon, but just to reiterate: what we did last night, what we may do in future, doesn’t make you gay. And if you think it’s wrong, well then, I guess we put this behind us. Okay?”
Yama finally spoke.
“How can you act so calm? We dry humped last night.”
“Yama, look at me.” He did, mostly against his will. “Good, now watch my lips. I meant what I said last month; I couldn’t really ask anyone but you. Because you’re my best friend and I trust you, just like you trust me, remember? We’ve never been the conventional best friends, we’ve never been anything conventional; take my soccer skills, and your looks.” He grinned ruefully as Yama glared a bit. “But we cope fine, just the way we are. It’s an extension of our relationship, our friendship Mr. Keeper-of-Friendship. Just like I help you with refining your recipes and you help me with math. Now, if you want to continue, we help each other with sex too. I mean, I can teach you some tricks too, some things I’m sure you’ve never come across before.” He grinned waggling his eyebrows.
Listening to Tai talk was like a sedative; he felt the panic melting away. It made him feel like it was okay, as long as Tai said it was. After all, Tai knew all about wrong.
“I suppose.” Yama replied, guardedly.
“You know, you had no qualms last night. I’m beginning to suspect you’re mildly schizoid.”
That was it, he felt normal again.
Well, mostly.
“Shut up!" Yama burst out. "Last night I was horny as hell and well, I guess, last night all I cared about was getting off. Not much beyond the how expect that it was with someone other then Mr. Fist.”
“Cute Yama, cute.” Tai smiled.
“Shut up baka.”
“So then, we good?”
“I guess.”
“Alright. I’m gonna go raid your fridge. It’s your apartment, so I guess you can shower first. ‘Kay?”
“‘Kay.”
“Great.”
With that Tai climbed over Yama’s form to get off the bed.
He stretched for a minute, relieving the kinks from his shoulders, before he sniffed under his arms.
Not pleasant.
He shrugged off the shirt and t he’d fallen asleep in and threw them to the floor, padding from the room and leaving Matt to contemplate his sexual destiny.
Or something like that.


Initial panic over, Yamato felt a little stupid.
Rolling over a little, he buried half his face in the pillow.
He hadn’t changed his views, but he had deemed gay sex as hedonistic, hadn’t he? Maybe, in this situation, that was the point.
Could all sex be considered hedonistic? How many couplings actually came about due to procreative desires?
He didn’t really know and now wasn’t exactly the time for social commentary.
He just had to decide: was last night a one off?
Things seemed so much stranger now that Tai had actually admitted what Yama had never asked and probably never wanted to know. There were rumours, and he’d heard them, how Tai had bedded every guy on the soccer team, how he went out most nights and didn’t care what he went home with; guy, girl, tranny. Yamato knew that wasn’t exactly true, but Tai was, well Tai. He, as a rule, didn’t place boundaries on things. Friendship, rivalry, social conduct. He treated people the way he wanted to treat them, and being the general and unbelievable nice guy he was, that meant everyone made out okay. Yamato realised the pun too late, grimacing.
So yeah, Tai really would have no problem who he was y’knowing with, provided that they didn’t either.
That was a good thing right?
Ahh! Yama did not want to know about Tai’s sexual exploits! He barely cared when it was about girls! Why would he want to know about the guys and whatever too!
Not that Tai was forcing it down his throat (oh god the innuendo) but just telling him that he had, y’know, or like y’know, with people who didn’t have breasts, or had a little more…Yama just couldn’t stop the bad thoughts, the bad images of Tai doing bad stuff with everyone!
And what if it was true? The whole ‘I screwed the soccer team’, what if that was true, even just a little bit? How could he look them in the eye again?
More importantly, how was he supposed to look Tai in the eye?
The annoying thing was that it kinda fit his view of brain defect. He of all people could safely say that there was something seriously wrong with Tai’s head. Seriously.
But whilst it disturbed him, he couldn’t actually think bad of Tai. Other than the bad thoughts. No, Tai was still Tai. On some level, he’d heard the rumours and accepted them as part of who Tai was.
He could hardly go back on that now.
So. Tai was, what bi? He should probably ask. Or not…
Whatever he was, Tai was still his best friend, and Matt would not, would not start getting nervous about Tai checking him out. No way no how.
So then, back to the main question.
Do I wanna do that again?
It had been...fun wasn’t really the word, more pleasurable, kind of exciting. Was that just the novelty?
And since he really didn’t have to worry about his sexuality – even Tai said it didn’t bend him in the slightest and Tai had to know, right? – then could he just sort of lay back and enjoy the ride?
They were friends. It was just a friend’s thing.
Right?
Tired of laying on the bed, (how is that even possible?) Yamato stood and grabbed a towel off the back of his chair.
He’d shower and then think more on it. Maybe he’d even talk to Tai about it.
He was about to exit the room, when he realised that if he didn’t bring spare clothes with him, he’d have to walk past Tai, clad only in towel…
The debate ragged for a minute or so: bring spare clothes and give in to the paranoia that Tai might check him out or don’t bring spare clothes and prove to Tai that he trusted and accepted him for who he was, that nothing had changed.
In the end, the former won, strengthened by the reasoning that Tai would understand if he was a little off what with the whole y’know of last night and the revelations this morning.
That decided, he grabbed a white t, white boxers and light blue jeans, tucking them under his towel to make it less obvious and then proceeded out of the bedroom.
Tai was cooking something at the stove.
He glanced over his shoulder to smile at Yama before going back to the food.
Bacon? And tomatoes. And other stuff.
Yama had smiled back but Tai had turned away before it had really stretched his lips, so Yama let it fall distractedly.
In the bathroom, he eyed himself in the mirror.
He was a crappy best friend.


Tai had seen a corner of the jeans poking out under the towel.
He wasn’t surprised, and was only a bit saddened by Yama’s lack of trust in him. But it could be worse.
He could have opted not to shower at all for fear Tai would peek at him, or worse, assault him when the images of soapy, slick Yama goodness were too much for him to bear.
He snickered at this.
Yama was, undoubtedly, hot. And maybe, there were times when he thought about him in that context, but it was just sex. He considered most people like that. He’d done it to Izzy and Jyou and even T.K. He was just a horny guy.
Didn’t mean he had any feelings for the blonde, beyond their friendship of course. As far he as concerned, their friendship was the most important thing to him. No way would he screw it up over a little bit of extra affection.
Besides, he and Yama were already so close; sometimes when the pair made new (open-minded) friends they assumed that they were a couple. It was a fun time to be had, Tai convincing them that they were in fact just good friends and that Yama was most definitely straight, thank you very much.
Thankfully Yama hadn’t heard the rumours at school concerning him, otherwise he would have had a fit. Or worse
Tai knew they had no basis, but when a guy looked like Yama looked, they were the prime target of those kinds of rumours.
There were only a few about their relationship. Whenever one got started, there were too many people who had seen his and Yama’s famous fights to let them spread for long.
Their intimacy suggested a deeper relationship, but the way they actually interacted, belittling each other and such, and their generally personas – the rock star and the soccer whiz – meant that opinions where divided. Which made life so much more interesting.
Unlike Yama, Tai really didn’t care what people thought about him. They could think him gay, bi, tranny or full blown transsexual, post or pre-op. Why should that bother him?
He momentarily considered telling Yama he wanted to be a woman so that they could really be a couple, trying to imagine the blonde’s reaction. God that would be funny.
Tai wouldn’t mind changing sex that much. Except he liked being on top, and breasts would just get in the way. He assumed. He vividly remembered Sora complaining about them after one soccer training session, just when she was starting to…mature.
Tai hastily decided that thinking about Sora in that context after having kinda spent the night with Yama was in bad taste. Not that he minded much. But still.
He hummed to himself as he went back to cooking.
Whatever reservations Yama had about his sexuality, his promiscuity, and their general interaction from now on, he was sure he could soothe them and keep up this little tryst. He was indiscriminate as to where he got his pleasure from. Male, female, in-between. Just as long as he got something.
He had bad luck with girls. He had bad luck with men. Not that he’d ever pursued a serious relationship with a man. Just because he enjoyed making out with guys, didn’t mean he wanted to have a boyfriend.
He didn’t much like having a girlfriend either, but for regular sex, it was easier to have some sort of gender-friend. Not that any of the guys he’d been with would have wanted to have a steady relationship either. Having that sort of relationship in general was just too much trouble.
He wasn’t sweet, or kind or caring, or romantic or thoughtful. That’s what most girls wanted; no matter how good the sex was, in the end, they left because the relationship was lacking. He’d been told he treated them more like friends-with-benefits than girlfriends. So that made this thing with Yama even more logical.
Yama could go get a girlfriend; Tai would be very happy if he did. The poor blonde shunned so many of his admirers, and then got hung up on the fact that he was all alone. Maybe Tai could help take that stick out of his friends arse, and help him get a proper girl.
He smiled at the thought. If he helped Yama like that, the blonde would owe him big time.
Breakfast was finished and he was setting the plates on the table as Matt left the bathroom, fully clothed, hair slightly damp, looking a little apologetic.
“Smells good.” He volunteered, as he took his seat.
Tai grinned, sitting apposite the blonde and tucking in without premium.
Yama watched him for a moment, before doing the same.
They ate in silence, but it wasn’t forced or uncomfortable. It was just like them.
Sitting there, Tai had a strange premonition of his future.
He could see them doing this, for the rest of their lives.
He could see his home with the blonde.
It was comforting really. He smiled a little. Yama was like family. Anywhere they were together was home.
“Tai.”
He brunette looked up at the blonde, the serious expression on those pretty features seeming out of place.
“I, I’d be okay, with doing it again.” He said slowly.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Yama’s face softened. “After all, we’re best friends. And we’ve done so much already. We’re already in a freakish relationship as far as everyone else is concerned.” Yama looked down for a moment. Tai could tell there were a lot of other reasons that were probably more personal than Yama was ready to share just then. Maybe he too was thinking that this could help his sex life and his confidence with sex. “We know it’s just sex, like it’s just violence, just rivalry, just joking. And, it doesn’t mean I’m gay.” He added, joking a little. Abruptly he looked worried, as if that last sentiment might offend Tai. But the brunette just nodded.
“Right. So we can have fun?” Tai asked, the last but of confirmation he needed.
“Yeah.” Yama nodded.


A/N: So I lied, no sex in this one either. Sorry, I forgot. Anyway, this is the obligatory 'Yama has issues' chapter. It doesn't really come up again for a while so don't think this story actually has a plot or something.
For the record, Tai hasn't slept with the soccer team. And though he doesn't care about what his partner is packing in their pants, he has relationships with nice girls and one-nights-stands with nice people who are looking for one-night-stands themselves.
He treats all relationships as pretty much the same thing which is why girlfriends think he's half-assed and some friends think he's got feelings for them.
He considers most people he meets in a sexual context at least once but it's a mix of curiosity and lack of social sensitivity.
Ah, I'm saying all this because he may come across as a slut and despite some sexual promiscuity he really isn't like that.
I hope this fic will remain enjoyable to all those who have so far liked it. If it doesn't, sorry.