Wednesday, January 31, 2007

   Here's a yaoi fanfic. Do not read if you disapprove!!!!! LEMON WARNING!!!!!
Okay, this fanfic is a Lemon. That means, touching, kissing, and everything. Its a Taisuke (Taichi x Daisuke from Digimon). I got it from a website, and the author's name is Clear Skies. I DID NOT WRITE THIS! AND I DO NOT OWN DIGIMON OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS! (That is the disclaimer so I don't get sued). Anyway, this fanfic is called "Injury Time". It has a sequel, I'll post that eventually. ^^ k?. okay, here it is in green.

Injury Time

"GOAL!"
The cry goes up, but I'm all but oblivious. Ask me who scored it, and I couldn't tell you. Ask me why I don't know, and...
No. With an effort, I drag my mind back to the game. It feels weird, watching instead of playing, but this isn't my match. I'm only here because some of my friends are playing in it, and the rest of us were invited to come along. Everyone's here, from the oldest (Joe managed to get some time off from medical school) right down to the youngest. Eight of us in a row, with the other three out there on the field.
Not all of them on the same team, either - this is the school's A-team versus the B-team, which means that allegiance is divided. Matt's yelling for the A-team, obviously, because TK's playing for them; Yolei, on the other hand, is rooting for the B-team, although she's trying not to let it show in case we guess she's got a crush on Ken. As for me...I'm dividing my support equally between the two teams because I like them both equally and all I want to see is a good game of soccer.
There. I can almost convince myself.
...
OK, who the hell am I kidding? I'm cheering for the A-team, and for one reason only. One very good reason. One brown-eyed, cinnamon-haired reason who is currently the star player on the pitch.
Damnit, no. He is not the reason I came here to watch this game. I shake myself and concentrate on the play. Great pass...nice dribble...how is that not a foul?...damn he looks hot in shorts... NO! Good save...stop time-wasting...all that soccer's done wonders for his legs...
I'm mere inches away from drooling when Matt leans over and prods me.
"You all right, Tai? You're very quiet."
"I'm fine," I mumble, and he looks at me quizzically.
"Are you sure? Nothing's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"OK then." He gives me that I-don't-believe-a-word look and goes back to watching the game. I guess I should too - it's only a few minutes from time and I don't want to mess up if someone asks me what I thought of it.
As far as I can tell, the score's two-all, with Davis having scored both the A-team's goals. If he doesn't get Man of the Match, there's going to be serious trouble. There're only minutes left, and the spectators are getting frantic - if no-one scores, it'll go straight to penalties. No extra time here.
Suddenly, there's a roar from the crowd. With an effort, I tear my eyes away from Davis and somehow focus on the ball. An A-team midfielder - Adam, I think he's called - has managed to steal it out from under the noses of the B-team strikers and is dribbling frantically down the pitch. The whole of the B-team are chasing him, desperately trying to get back before he can shoot. Davis is out to the left, completely unmarked, and not yet offside - as far as I can tell, anyway.
With a flick of his foot, Adam passes the ball out to Davis just as he gets overtaken by the B-team, pounding back to cover their goal. Davis traps the ball neatly, then lines up for a shot at goal. The one remaining defender - surprise, surprise, it's Ken Ichijouji - starts out towards him, but Davis will have the shot ready long before he can get there.
The world holds its breath.
Even as Davis prepares to kick the shot, his head comes up, and he scans quickly through the crowd. I can feel my own breathing speed up, my pulse thrumming in my ears as his eyes slide over Sora, Joe, Matt...
...and come to rest on me. His eyes light up, and his mouth quirks up in a smile. His red hair glints in the light, the sun turning strands of it to gold and copper. Then he turns back to the game, and though the glance only lasted a second or two my heart is racing. There's a solid thud as his foot connects with the ball -
- and a second a split-second later as Ken's foot impacts with terrible force against his knee. The crowd takes a collective breath, but their eyes are all on the soaring ball - mine are fixed on Davis, willing him to be OK. Unfortunately, my hopes are dashed as he crumples slowly to the floor, his face scrunched up in pain.
Matt told me afterwards that the goalie was miles off his line, and that Davis' shot sailed over his head and right into the back of the net. All I know is that everyone lets out a mass cheer and starts clapping madly.
How can they applaud when Davis has just been injured? I elbow my way viciously to the front, shoving aside celebrating spectators in my haste to see if he's all right. When I do get there, he's still crumpled in a heap on the ground. Ken's knelt over him, obviously trying to see if he's OK. I feel anger flare for a fraction of a second - understandably, since Ken's the one who kicked my Davis in the knee - but I force it down quickly. It's not Ken's fault, not really.
Waaaaaait a second. Did I just call him 'my Davis'? No, I couldn't have. I did not just claim possession of a fourteen-year-old boy.
No. I just wish it were true.
OK, so I find him exceptionally attractive. OK, so he has a really cute face, not to mention a great soccer player's body. OK, so his eyes are so deep and brown that I could fall into them...
I' m sure that thought was going somewhere...

By this time, I've reached the front of the crowd and am already heading out onto the pitch. The final whistle's gone, and in the jubilation of having won the A-team seem to have forgotten all about their injured striker. Star striker, might I add. A few members of the B-team are stood over him, but apart from them and Ken everyone seems to be ignoring him. I even get to him before the PE teacher, who's doubling as the pitch medic.
I drop to one knee beside him, instinctively reaching out to stroke his hair. I check that impulse instantly, instead placing my hand on his forehead, and he turns to look at me. After wincing in sympathy at the pain that creases his face, I ask him softly where it hurts.
"Just my knee," he manages, flinching as I run my fingers across the affected area. As far as I can tell nothing's broken, although with an injury like that ligament damage is almost inevitable. Finally the PE teacher arrives, his skilled hands taking over from mine in assessment of Dai's injuries.
"Nothing broken," is the terse judgement. "Just get inside and get an ice pack on it."
My initial reaction is relief that I was right, and nothing's broken, but then anger flares up as he simply leaves Dai lying on the ground, rushing off to discuss the game with the rest of the team.
I guess it's up to me, then. I slide one arm under Davis's back, take his hand with the other and start easing him to his feet. A few of the bystanders join in, and eventually he's upright, leaning heavily on my shoulder. Stricken with remorse, Ken keeps asking if he can do anything, but I dismiss him as kindly as I can.
"I'm OK," I assure him, as I slowly lead Dai off in the direction of the school. Best to get him to the nurse's office as soon as possible.

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Unfortunately, Dai has other ideas. We're barely two paces inside the school building when he turns beseeching eyes on me.
"Don't take me to the nurse's office."
I open my mouth to ask why, then remember that Davis has a pathological loathing of hospitals, doctors and all such things. He's never talked to me about it, but I gather from talking to TK that it's something to do with him breaking his leg when he was little and having a horrible experience at the hospital.
However, that's no excuse.
"Dai, you have to go," I remind him, fighting against the incredible power of those big liquid brown eyes.
"But I don't wanna..." He sticks his lower lip out and I can see his eyes fill up with tears. Yes, I know he's being manipulative - after all, he handled the pain in his knee without shedding a tear - but I can't resist the pull of those spaniel-like eyes.
I must be strong. "Davis Motomiya," I say sternly, using his full name to show I mean business, "I've been told to take you to the nurse's office, and to the nurse's office you shall go."
"Please don't make me go, Tai," he pleads, looking even more pathetic. "I'll do anything..."
For a second, indecent thoughts flit across my mind, but I shake myself. No. Bad boy. "Dai..."
He stumbles, gasping with pain as he's forced to take his weight on the damaged knee. I can see it buckling, and instinctively shift to support him. The delicate balance holds, but not for long, I can tell. I need to get him somewhere where he can sit down... Looks like he's going to get his wish. The nurse'll have to wait.
Carefully, step by step, I manoeuvre him over to the closest door and push it open with my foot. Of all the ironies - this is the very room where, one long and boring Geography lesson, I confessed my sexuality to Izzy. He's still the only one who knows, I think - he promised me that hastily-scribbled indiscretion wouldn't be repeated outside the room. Something in the back of my mind whispers maybe it's time for another confessional, but it's small and easily squished. Not now.
I have to admit, it's difficult. Especially with him having been so close to me the past few minutes. Very close - so close I could smell him (how can he still smell so good after ninety minutes' sheer physical exertion?), could feel his breath warm on my neck and hear the soft sounds he made as his ravaged knee pained him. Luckily I have a will stronger than my hormones - at least for the moment. Hell, he's fourteen - I couldn't spoil his innocence like that. He wouldn't even know what I meant.
The closest chair will have to do. I lower him down into it, then grab another for myself, and kick the door closed behind us. Only then do I realise how completely silent it is - the only sounds are our breathing and his faint noises as he investigates the damage to his knee.
Well, I suppose it's not surprising. Everyone else will be in the changing rooms, which are way down the other end of the school. We just picked the closest way in - I wanted to get him inside and sat down as soon as possible.
He's still prodding at his knee, and I click my tongue in quiet frustration.
"Jeez, Dai, leave the damn thing alone. Here." I hoist his leg onto my chair next to me and set about kneading the abused muscles. He gives me a quizzical glance - add 'learnt massage therapy in PE class' to the list of things he didn't know about me - and then relaxes gingerly back into the chair. The expression on his face suggests he expects pain, but I'm careful to cause as little as I can.
Unfortunately, I can't quite reach everywhere I need to - the worst affected area is underneath his knee. I cautiously lift his leg, waiting any second for the telltale intake of breath that signifies pain, then gently rest his calf over my knee. I start massaging again, fingertips dancing over his smooth skin, trying to ease away the discomfort.
There's total silence for a few minutes as he relaxes and I continue to soothe his aching leg. I can't actually believe I'm doing this, and I hate myself for imagining what I'd rather be doing - exploring his mouth with my tongue, one hand up his shirt and the other down his shorts. Ugh, I have such an abominably dirty mind.
There's no denying it, though - he's very, very cute. And yes, I want him. A lot. He looks so adorable like this, eyes half-closed, head lolling back against the chair. It'd be so easy just to lean forward and kiss him...
Of course, I wouldn't dare. Never in a million years. Even despite that smile he gave me just before he scored...
I stop massaging abruptly, and he whimpers at the withdrawal.
"Why'd you stop?" he asks me softly, deep brown eyes gazing at me from under lowered lashes. Every nerve in my body strains to reach forward and take him in my arms - mind only just triumphs over matter as I strive to keep control.
"You know just before you scored the goal?" I ask casually, keeping my voice as neutral as I can.
"Yeah?" he says warily.
"Why did you look for me in the crowd?"
He shifts uncomfortably, flinching at a stab of pain. "Um..."
"C'mon, Dai, I want to know."
He flicks his eyes away from mine, staring down at the floor. "No reason."
I'm not taking that for an answer. I give my body partial rein, letting it reach out with one hand and tilt his chin back up till his eyes meet mine. The 'kiss' instinct, though, I repress. "Don't give me that."
He tries to look away again, but I tighten my grip on his chin. "I told you. It's nothing."
I narrow my eyes at him, despite the fact that Matt says I can never look menacing. This is my best shot. "If you don't tell me, I'll..." I cast around for a suitable threat. "I'll poke you in the knee!"
He stares at me for a minute, then collapses with laughter. "That...that has to be the single worst threat I've ever heard!"
Incensed, I follow through, giving him a good poke in the knee. Unfortunately, I misjudge my own strength, and his face crumples up in agony. I'm instantly sorry, and I hurriedly kneel down beside him and wrap my hands around his knee.
"God, Dai, I'm sorry..."
He looks at me, a watery grin playing around his face. "Wow. Guess you have more guts than I expected. I never thought you'd actually do it."
I realise he squirmed out of the question. "So go on, why did you look for me?"
The hunted look's instantly back on his face. "Tai..."
I cross my arms and give him a no-nonsense stare. "I'm not moving until you tell me."
"Then pull up a chair - you'll be here a while." He sighs. "You won't like it."
"Won't like what?"
"The answer."
"I don't care! Just tell me!"
He looks down at the floor and mumbles something that I don't catch. I grab his chin again, forcing him to look me in the face.
"What was that?"
His eyes flicker, but I'm not letting go any time before tomorrow.
"I have a crush on you."

Wow. That was unexpected. I can feel my jaw drop open, and my hand falls away from his face. Then I'm immediately sorry - he's taken my reaction the wrong way, and a tear slides slowly down his cheek.
Right. I've been indecisive for long enough. Once, just this once, Taichi Yagami is going to do something right. Hold your breath, people.
I reach up and stroke the tear away with the back of one finger. He recoils - I can't believe he thought I was going to hit him.
"Dai..." I can't think of anything to say. My brain has become completely disconnected from my mouth, which is opening and shutting aimlessly.
Some random impulse fires off inside my head - a crazy idea. What the hell. It's better than sitting here doing an impression of a goldfish. I reach forward and cup his cheek with one hand, then press my lips against his.
It's like I flicked a switch - all the tension drains out of him, replaced by emotion a lot stronger than I expected. He takes up a tight hold on my shoulders as though scared I'll pull away, then proceeds to push his tongue past my lips and into my mouth. I moan and respond with my own tongue, flicking it against his.
Suddenly, he pulls away, releasing my shoulders and looking a little shamefaced. "I'm sorry."
"What for?" I smile and kiss him again - more chastely this time. "I don't mind at all."
He smiles, like the sun coming out after a rainstorm. "Good." He then grabs my shoulders and frenches me again, and I can feel intense desire stirring inside me.
He looks down...and further down, and I blush hotly. He grins up at me. "Looks like someone has a bit of a problem..."
I blush again, then flick my eyes at his own shorts. "I'm not the only one."
It's his turn to redden, and it makes him look so adorable that I can't resist. I brush a finger gently over the tent in his shorts. He gasps, his body tensing, and now I grin at him.
"You like that?"
"Oh god, Tai, yes..."
On impulse, I stroke my fingers delicately up the soft skin of his thigh. He responds by bending his uninjured knee, spreading that leg out to give me easy access to what I'm heading for.
As my fingers travel closer and closer to my goal, I look up at him, checking that he's OK with this. And he definitely is - judging by his expression, he's never been so turned on in his life. Neither have I for that matter - the look of raw desire on his face has me harder than ever before.
Finally, I slip my fingers inside his shorts and under his boxers, into the air space created by his erection. His skin is hot against mine, and I can feel soft hair underneath my fingers. I curl my hand slowly around his erection and he sucks in a breath, letting out a low moan. I can't resist grinning up at him as I start to move my hand gently up and down.
"Tai...nnh..."
"Having problems, Dai?"
He scowls at me. "For God's sake, Tai, stop...mm...teasing me!"
I slide my other hand into his shorts, stroking his testicles gently. He moans, louder than before, as I rub my thumb over the head of his cock. He feels...indescribable. His skin is so soft and silky, yet he's so hard underneath.
He glares at me again, wrenching me out of my introspection, and I chuckle at his impatience. "Jeez, Dai, learn to have a little control, can't you?" I start pumping, giving him what he wants, and his head lolls back as a groan of pure pleasure escapes his lips.
Although I daren't stop for a second - I think he'd kill me if I did - I find the time to wonder at how beautiful he is, all stretched out and sultry-looking. I have no idea what I've done to deserve this - maybe it's pre-emptive karma, and I'm going to have to do something really really good to make up for it.
All too soon, I can feel him start to tense up, and I know he's close. I start stroking him harder, faster, extracting noises of ecstasy from those soft lips. Sweat is beading on his skin, a light rain of moisture underneath my fingers.
Suddenly, he stiffens, gasping and panting. His whole body goes taut, his back arches, and I know he's there. I slide one hand round his backside, slipping a finger in to stroke at his sensitive opening, my other hand still working away at him. Without warning, he grabs my chin, his mouth comes up like something striking, and he buries his tongue deep in my throat. I respond by squeezing him tightly, and with a strangled howl he goes over the edge. Hot liquid spills over my hand and he bucks his hips, pushing himself deeper into my grasp as he comes and comes.
Eventually his orgasm spends itself and he collapses into my arms, panting and sweating. I kiss him again, then pull my hand out and slowly lick myself clean. His taste is indefinable, sweet and salty and bitter all at once.
He wraps his arms tightly around me, holding me close, and I rest my chin on his beautiful head. I'm almost scared by the strength of my feelings for him - they go way beyond simple lust. I think I'm really falling in love with him.
He lifts his head, sliding out from under my chin to kiss me full on the lips. Three murmured words escape him.
"I love you."
For a second I can't think of anything to say; then my stunned brain manages to come up with a simple, obvious answer, one that holds more than I could ever say.
"I love you too."
He snuggles up to me, his injury totally forgotten, and I hug him fiercely.
Seconds later, I freeze. He can't see the door from where he's sitting, and maybe it's just as well. Because someone just looked in, did a double-take, then ran off.
I take a deep breath. This is going to be difficult. I'm going to have to go talk to Matt, before he tells everyone what he saw.


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