Stay Tuned As Life Continues

Hours past and the brothers found themselves walking to the theater. Yamato was dressed casually in a black t-shirt and jeans, since he still had a few hours till the actual concert he didn’t feel like changing for it quite yet. Takeru was dressed in a tight yellow t-shirt and his green shorts fit snuggly as well, his bucket hat doing its best to cover the wild blonde hair beneath it.

“Nervous now?” asked Takeru.

“Getting there, but I’ll be fine.” Yamato said.

“I’d be sweating bricks.” Joked Takeru.

“It’s not that bad, just a little nerve wracking. You’d get used to it, and rocks their socks off.” Yamato responded.

The confidence Yamato had in him, made Takeru smile, “Thanks Yamato.”

“It’s true Teeks.” Yamato smiled back at his brother.

As they walked into the theater, Yamato saw a pop machine. He pulled some money out of his pocket and handed it to Takeru, “Go get yourself something to drink, you’ll be here a while.”Takeru walked over to the pop machine
while Yamato continued down to the stage.

“Look who the cat drug in.” said Akira as he saw Yamato jump on stage.

“What? I’m thirty minutes early then what we agreed upon.” Said Yamato.

“You ready?” asked Yutaka.

“I guess. Still tired, didn’t get much sleep.” Said Yamato with a yawn.

“Dreams kept you awake?” asked Takashi.

“Hell if I had sex dreams every time I’d sleep, I’d never wake up.” Laughed Yutaka.

“No it wasn’t that. Just……couldn’t sleep.”

“What’s her name?” asked Akira.

“What?” Yamato got a confused look on his face, then he got Akira was meaning. “No, not that Akira. Just couldn’t sleep, so I took a tour of Tokyo.”

“You got in another fight with Taichi again didn’t you?” Takashi questioned.

“You could say that, I guess.”

The rest of the Teenage Wolves could sense that Yamato didn’t want to talk about what ever it was that caused to be stay out all night. So Takashi changed the subject to another pressing issue. “We should get a few rounds of practice in before people start showing up. Give the techies a few more practice runs with the lights and what not.”

The band started tuning their instruments, and warming up. Yamato saw his brother at the top of the theater walking down the steps. “I brought Takeru with me. I didn’t want him walking here alone.” Said Yamato.
Yutaka walked up behind Yamato and placed his chin on Yamato’s shoulder, “Yamato is such a good brother, making sure his brother gets here safely.” Yutaka reached around and grabbed a hold of Yamato’s check with a pinch, and began moving his check around teasingly, “Isn’t that cute?”.
Yamato reached up and swatted at Yutaka’s hand. Yutaka pulled his hand away with a yelp. “Hey I need that hand.” Whined Yutaka as he began rubbing his hand.

“And I need my face.” Said Yamato.

Takeru walked up on stage, his hand’s filled with a soda and a bag of pretzels. “Hey guys.”

The band answered back. “ Hey Takeru.”

Yutaka leaned forward and whispered into Yamato’s ear. “Damn Yamato, your brother is kinda hot.”

Yamato sent his elbow back and hit Yutaka swiftly in the gut. Yutaka let out a groan as he reeled backwards and as gracefully as he could, landed on his butt. “I deserved that.” Groaned Yutaka.

The band snickered at Yutaka grabbing his stomach, Takeru gave his brother a confused look, who in return just shrugged his shoulders. Takeru then rolled his eyes and walked over and sat himself on a speaker.

Yamato stood there afterwards adjusting his guitar strap and tuning it. But he let his mind wonder while doing so. Yamato thought about why he had elbowed Yutaka so hard. Was it because he was tired? Was it because he was protecting his brother? That had to be it. Then what was that other thing that was gnawing at him. Was it….jealousy?

“Ready Yamato?” asked Takashi from the other side of the stage.

Yamato glanced around, he had really spaced out while thinking. He let his hand strum a chord, showing that he was ready. The band then began its final practice for the night. Takeru moved around the stage, taking pictures. Yutaka would try to pose the best he could while not screwing up to bad on the drums. The other members just shrugged it off, as Yutaka being a ham, but Yamato shot him a look. Yutaka then focused back on the task in front of him.

It looked like their practice was going to be cut shorter than they expected when they saw a few people trickle in. But Yamato kept practicing once he saw that it was only he fellow digidestined. Hikari, Iori, Daisuke, Ken and Miyako walked down the steps and to the foot of the stage. Yamato looked at Takeru and tilted his head to Hikari, and mouthed the word, “Taichi”. Takeru walked over and jumped off the stage. He walked over and gave Hikari a big hug. He then asked her about if she had heard from her brother, she shook her head no. Takeru looked up to see if his brother had seen. Yamato nodded his head that he had seen. Once the song was finished the small group of digidestined clapped. The band then looked at their watches.

“We don’t have enough time for another song.” Said Takashi.

“We still need to change.” Said Akira.

“And Yamato still needs to do his hair.” Teased Yutaka.

“We’re going back to the dressing rooms Takeru. Fill free to come back when ever.” Said Yamato to his little brother. Takeru nodded and continued to talk to Hikari, the both of them sitting away from their friends.
Time passed, Yamato could hear the techies playing music to keep the crowd happy, he could also hear the occasional fan screaming. There was a knock on the door and Yutaka opened the door. Yamato saw that his brother was at the door, and he was talking with Yutaka. He couldn’t understand what they were saying but it ended with a laugh coming from both of them. When Yutaka turned around he had a large grin on his face, he then gave a wink to Yamato. Yamato’s gut churned, he didn’t have time to figure out of it was nervousness or jealousy. After all he still had to finish his hair.

Yamato continued with his hair as his brother walked over to him saying, “It’s filling up out there, lots of people. Taichi hasn’t shown up has he?”

Yamato shook his head.

“Hikari has tried calling him a few times but he won’t answer. It’s just going straight to voice mail.”

Yamato let out a sigh.

“Don’t worry Yamato, he’ll be here. But everyone else is here. Jyou may be a bit over dressed though; he had an interview at the hospital and came here right after, so he’s still stuck in a suit.” Both brothers let a light chuckle fall from their lips.

“Nervous now?” asked Takeru, adjusting the collar on his brother’s long sleeve black shirt.

“Not much, just a little knot in the gut. It’ll pass.” Said Yamato looking down at his stomach.

“Good luck out there Yamato.” Said Takeru patting Yamato on the back.

“Thanks, Just enjoy the concert.” Responded Yamato.

As Takeru turned around and walked to the door, Yutaka let out a whistle. Takeru stopped and looked back, his face slightly blushed. Meanwhile Yamato was reaching for the powder puff, finding it he hurled it across the room. It hit Yutaka in the face, hiding his shocked expression behind a thick cloud of powder. Everyone in the room began laughing, except for Yutaka who just let off a slight cough and started wiping the excessive powder from his face. Takeru then saw everybody went back to getting ready, so he finished his trip out the door.
Time past and the Teenage Wolves found themselves ready to walk out on stage. The band members gave each other thumbs up before walking out on stage. The crowd erupted as they saw the band members walk onto the stage. The band smiled and waved at their fans. As the members took their places Yamato grabbed his mic, and raised his hand for the crowd to settle down. “How’s everybody doing tonight?” The crowd erupted again. Yamato raised his hand again, the crowd quieted down. “We’re as pumped for this night as you all are, but before we get the show started, I want to bring somebody up here. If you’ve been to some of our concerts before, you may have already met him.” Yamato pointed down at his brother.

Takeru shook his head, but Hikari and Iori pulled him out of his seat and pushed him towards the stage.
As Takeru walked around to the side stairs Yamato continued, “He really doesn’t like coming up on stage, but I’m sure if you all gave him a hand he’d be more willing.” The crowd all applauded, Takeru poked his head on stage, and Yamto waved him over.

“Everybody this is by little brother Takeru. Say hi to everybody Teeks.” Said Yamato, before tilting the mic to his brother.

“Hi” said Takeru with a big smile and a wave.

Yamato tilted the mic back towards himself, “Isn’t he just great?” Yamato reached up and tussled his brother’s hair. Yamato jerked his hand back with surprise. Trying to cover it up he rubbed the back of his own head and laughed. Yamato stumbled over the next few words, “Umm, So…that’s my….brother. And I just uh, wanted to thank him, for all that he’s done….for me recently. Sooooo…Thanks Takeru.”

Takeru turned to give his brother a hug, Yamato gave a slight wince as they made contact, and gave a hug back, more for show then anything. As Takeru walked off the stage, Yamato’s head was busy processing what it just experienced, ‘That hair! That felt just like the hair in my dream. That is why it felt familiar. But why was it in my dream? Maybe it’s just a coincidence. Like maybe that was the only hair that I had to reference. But it felt just like his. Oh god what is wrong with me?’

Yamato’s attention was diverted when the lights dimmed down and the crowd started to cheer. Yamato shook his head to clear his mind. As well as to focus on the task now in front of him, giving his fans one hell of a show. Yamato nodded to the rest of the band, and the concert officially started.

The first half of the concert went great. The lights were bright and colorful, the music was rocking and moving, the audience loud with cheer and enthusiasm. All the hours of practice the band had put in had paid off. The Teenage Wolves had just finished the last song before the break, and they were heading back to the dressing room.

“You guys sounded really great.” Said Takeru as the band walked through the door.

“Thanks Teeks.” Said Yamato, with a large yawn, “Think I’ll catch a few z’s before we head back out.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let Yutaka or Akira draw a moustache or anything on you.”Said Takeru, watching his brother walk to the small couch and plopping down on it. He knew his brother had been up all night, and was exhausted. He was surprised he hadn’t taken a nap earlier. This all showed when Yamato fell asleep in a jiffy.

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Yamato moaned as the boy in front of him continued to deep throat him. Yamato was trying to keep himself from cumming, but the boy wasn’t giving him much help. In fact he was doing everything in his power to make Yamato cum. While he had Yamato’s cock down his throat he began to hum. The vibrations ran up Yamato’s cock, sending pleasure throughout his whole body. Yamato’s eyes felt like they were vibrating in their sockets as well. Yamato felt himself about to cum. He grabbed a hold of the hair in-between his fingers. He felt so close, but something was keeping him from releasing. Yamato looked down at the head between his legs. He looked at the shaggy blonde hair that he was holding in his hands. He was finally able to see the face that had been filling his body with pleasure. Yamato saw the boy’s blue eyes looking up at him. The blue eyes Yamato had seen for 16 years, the eyes of his little brother. Yamato felt himself shoot off, he began releasing his seed into his brother’s eager mouth. Yamato felt the tug of Takeru trying to swallow. Having done his best to swallow his older brother’s seed, slid his brother’s dick out of his mouth and looked up at him and smiled.

“You missed some.” Said Yamato as he bent over and licked his brother’s lips. Then he began kissing him.

“Onii-chan.”

Yamato didn’t pay any attention, he was too involved in the kiss.

“Onii-chan.”

Yamato delved deeper into the kiss. It felt too good to think of anything else.

“ONII-CHAN!”

Yamato finally realized that the voice was Takeru’s. And not the one he was kissing.

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“Onii-chan you need to wake up. The Concert is getting ready to start again.” Said Takeru shaking his older brother.

Yamato opened his eyes, they fixed on the person that had woke him up. Once they focused, Yamato started to blush. Not only did he have a hard on, but his brother was bent over him, still shaking him. A brother only a second before in his dreams he was having his way with. Yamato blinked trying to get his mind to start. Trying to clear it of the thoughts that had just occupied it.

“Th..thanks Teeks.” Stammered Yamato. Takeru then stood up and pulled his brother off the couch.

“Taichi finally called. He said he was sorry that he missed the first half of the concert. But that he should be able to catch the second half. He hasn’t showed up yet however.” Said Takeru.

“Well at least he called, I was getting worried.” Said Yamato, checking his stage makeup in the mirror. Having found it satisfactory, he quickly fixed his hair and stepped out of the door.

As he walked down the hall he saw some one running his way. Yamato let out a sigh as he thought that another fan had snuck in. He then noticed the wild brunette hair bouncing with every step. “Yamato!” Shouted Taichi.

“Taichi.” Said Yamato.

“I’m sorry Yamato. I’m a jerk. I should have been here earlier but I was so angry and…”Taichi was cutoff.

“It’s ok Taichi, you’re here now. So go watch the rest of the concert. Takeru will take you to where everyone is sitting.” Yamato then slipped by his friend, and onto the stage.He walked out on stage to join the rest of the band. The crowd roared as they saw Yamato take his position up at the microphone. Yamato looked down to where his friends where sitting. They all gave him thumbs up. Yamato looked at Takeur. The dream went zipping back to the front of Yamato’s brain, pushing the concert to a back burner. Yamato felt his mouth go dry. He tried putting a smile on his face. He shook his head to clear his mind, like he had earlier that night, but it was no good. But seeing as the show had to go on, Yamato looked back at the rest of his band and nodded. The rest of the concert began.

To those at the concert that didn't know Yamato personally they wouldn't have been able to have known anything was wrong. But as his friends listened, or in three cases played with him, they knew something was bugging the musical blonde. There was something off about the way he sounded and the way he moved. But the audience didn’t notice, they were too busy having a great time, the lights flashed, the music kicked, the experience unforgettable. There was a loud deafening roar as the Teenage Wolves finished their last song, and thanked the crowd.

“Hey Yamato, we’re going out to mingle for a bit. Want to come?” asked Akira.

“I will in a bit, I need to go get a drink really quick.” Answered Yamato.

Yamato walked down the hall. His mind still thinking about his brother and the dream. ‘Why?’ Thought Yamato. Yamato reached the door, his hand turned the doorknob, and Yamato walked into a dark room. His heart began to speed up.