Disclaimer:
I do not own Digimon. If
I did, Yamato and Ken would interact a bit more than they did...
At least. Who
knows how far I might take it.
Warning: This
a yaoi lemon. It
contains sex. SEX.
If male/male relations disturb you, or even the idea of sex
makes you queezy, please do not read this.
Notes: This
is Kenato/Yamaken. That’s
a relationship between Ken and Yamato, incase you didn’t know.
Love.
It’s who you know.
Time has stopped before us
The sky cannot ignore us
No one can separate us
For we are all that is left
-Billy Corgan (The Smashing Pumpkins), The Beginning is the
End is the Beginning
Ken sat awkwardly on the couch in Yamato’s living room.
He had no idea why Yamato had invited him over, but
nevertheless, he had, and Ken had accepted the offer.
Ken wasn’t sure why he had accepted the offer, and he sat
awkwardly contemplating it. He
wasn’t sure why he felt so awkward either.
He hated being like this, feeling uneasy like this,
especially when he didn’t know why.
He and Yamato where no strangers ever sense the small trip to
Mexico they had made about a year ago.
Ever sense then they had hung out more and more.
Not enough to get any attention from it, but still, they were
becoming close.
Today, Yamato had invited Ken over to his house.
Ken had been there a few times before, but for some reason,
he knew that today’s encounter would be different somehow.
He decided that was the reason he was feeling awkward.
Yamato was in the kitchen getting sodas for them.
Ken could hear the clanks of dishes and other various
containers as Yamato rummaged around in the fridge.
Ken smiled to himself; he found the noises calming for a
reason he was unsure of. Then
they stopped and he herd the refrigerator door close.
Soon Yamato was climbing onto the couch next to him.
Yamato grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.
This was how they spent their time together, finding a TV
program to watch then making rude comments about it. A lot like
Mystery Science Theater 3000.
Yamato handed Ken his soda and watched the obsidian-haired
boy wipe off the top before opening the can.
“So, how’s life been treating you?” Yamato asked as Ken
started drinking.
Ken swallowed and looked at Yamato and shrugged lightly.
“Ok, I suppose. Nothing’s
been going on lately. Oh,
I saw Ghost in the Shell last night.
Finally.”
“What did you think?”
“It rocked. Except
the ending. The end was
terrible.”
“Yeah, I know. It
was awful. Well then
again, it could have been worse.”
“Yeah, but it could have been a lot better too.”
“Hey, isn’t that the American singer Miyako is so nuts
over?” Yamato has
stopped at a random channel where the American singer was being
taught something that looked like a small Japanese lesson.
“Yeah, it is. What
is his name....?” Ken said, trying to remember the name of the guy
Miyako had plastered all over her room.
The name of her latest crush.
“Richard or Ricardo or something,” Yamato said in
bewilderment.
Then a long pause. “Ricky!”
Ken blurted out. “Ricky
Martin. That’s this
guy’s name.”
“Yeah. What
does she see in him??”
“I don’t know. She’s
Miyako, remember.” The
two boys sat and watched the program, laughing at Ricky.
They were trying to teach him “O-ha,” a informal way of
saying hello in Japan. Well,
Miyako’s boy could get the o part just fine, but the ha part
stumped him every time. What
made it all so much better was that it was all captioned.
Ricky: “O” Caption: “O” Ricky: “Um...” Caption:
“?”
The two boys laughed at the “American Pop Sensation’s”
inability to grasp the concept of a small Japanese greeting.
“We’ve got to tell Miyako about this,” Yamato said,
laughing. Then Ken
turned and glanced at Yamato and their eyes met.
They looked each other in the eye, their laughter fading.
They were both transfixed by each other, unable to look away.
Then Yamato did the last thing Ken expected.
Yamato leaned forward and kissed him.
He put his soda down on the coffee table and touched Ken’s
left cheek with that hand. He
wrapped his other hand around Ken’s waist.
Ken put his hand on that one.
Ken’s mind was racing, though.
He was a boy. Boys
were supposed to kiss girls.
But this kiss just felt so right, so perfect.
He didn’t want anything else.
Only Yamato. Maybe
this was right?
The kiss ended and Yamato pulled back, giving Ken a little
smile, hoping he wouldn’t get punched or Ken wouldn’t wig out or
anything like that. Much
to his relief, Ken returned the smile.
Then Yamato went back in for another one.
This time, Ken kissed him back.
He scooted closer to Yamato and wrapped his arms around him.
Yamato did the same.
Slowly, little by little, they were lying down until Ken was
lying on his back on the couch, still kissing, the TV still on,
Ricky Martin still trying to pick up on O-ha.
Then the kiss ended, and Yamato pulled back just a tiny bit.
He pulled one hand up that was wrapped around Ken’s back
and stuck it up his shirt. Then
he pulled it down and shoved it down Ken’s pants, caressing what
ever he found there.
Ken let out a little gasp of pleasure.
Yamato could feel Ken getting hard and knew that he was
getting an erection too. He
stopped, pulled his hand out of Ken’s pants and sat up.
Ken opened his eyes and looked up at Yamato, wondering why he
stopped.
“You wanna go...” he made a gesture toward his bedroom,
“my room?” He
sounded a bit nervous and unsure.
Ken noticed it but decided to ignore it.
After all, he was more nervous than Yamato was.
Ken nodded his reply to Yamato.
Yamato took his cue, pulled Ken up from the couch and lead
him to his bedroom by the hand.
Yamato’s bedroom was messy, though not too messy.
Yamato’s bass was leaning up against an unmade full-sized
bed. There were piles
of stuff scattered about the room and a heap of dirty clothes in the
corner. The closet was
over flowing with...stuff.
Both the boys sat down on the unmade bed together.
“Where were we?” Yamato whispered and kissed Ken again.
Pretty soon Ken was on his back again.
Yamato reached down and started unbuttoning Ken’s shirt.
Ken reached up with shaky hands put them up Yamato’s shirt.
Yamato started kissing Ken’s neck and chest, lower and
lower. He pulled back
and started to undo Ken’s pants.
Then he stopped half way.
“What?” Ken asked softly, looking up at him.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Yamato asked him.
He didn’t want to do something that would cause Ken to hate
himself in the end. He
couldn’t.
“Yes,” Ken whispered breathlessly, very sure of what he
wanted.
Yamato smiled slightly to himself.
“Wait here,” he told Ken and got up and left the room.
Ken heard him in the bathroom, rummaging around for
something, or at least that’s what it sounded like.
Then, after about a minute, he came back, holding something.
Yamato plopped down on the bed next to Ken.
He ran his hand through Ken’s obsidian hair.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered to the younger boy,
and then kissed him again while reaching down and pushing his pants
down, revealing Ken’s obvious need.
Ken reached out with shaky hands and started unbuttoning
Yamato’s shirt. He
had Yamato’s shirt off and was pushing his pants off him.
The Yamato was on top of him, straddling him.
He leaned down and kissed the younger
boy again. Then
he picked up what he had gotten from the bathroom.
It was lubricant. “I
don’t think you’re a masochist,” Yamato said jokingly while
squeezing a large amount of the lubricant out on his hands.
He started stroking Ken’s erection with one hand and his
own with the other. They
were both letting out little noises of pleasure.
Ken was clawing at the bed sheets, gasping in pleasure.
Then Yamato stopped. He
spread Ken’s legs and thrust into him.
Ken gasped at the initial pain, then Yamato started and it
felt really good. He
sighed and looked up at Yamato, a look of intense pleasure was
staring down at him and he knew he was looking back up at him with
the same look.
God it felt so good. And
he was coming... He let
out a silent scream and his back arched in pleasure as he
ejaculated. Yamato
followed right after him.
Yamato leaned down and kissed Ken gently, then grabbed Ken
and rolled over so Ken was on top.
He held him like that and kissed the top of his head.
They lay there in a peaceful silence.
Then Ken broke the silence.
“Yama-chan, does this mean we’re...?” he said softly.
“Do you want it to?” Yamato replied and started stroking
Ken’s hair.
“...Yeah.”
“Ok, then we are.” Yamato
and smiled. He kissed
the top of Ken’s head again.
Then he thought of something to say.
“So I’m chan now, am I?”
Ken smiled. “Yeah.”
Love. It’s who
you know.
“It’s getting late.
I should get going,” Ken said in a tone that let Yamato
know he didn’t want to leave in the least bit.
Yamato brushed a piece of Ken’s wet hair out of his face.
The two boys had taken a shower together to wash off the
lubricant and other...stuff.
“Yeah, I suppose you should,” Yamato said in a tone that
said he didn’t want Ken to leave.
“I’ll walk you to the trains station.”
Ken smiled. “Ok.”
They got their shoes on and walked to the train station,
staying dangerously close to each other and sharing tiny
conversations. They
were almost sorry when they saw the train station.
They stopped and Yamato pulled Ken into a hug.
H kissed the top of his damp hair.
It had dried a bit while they were walking.
“I’ll call you later tonight,” Yamato said.
He leaned down and kissed Ken on the mouth.
They let go of each other even though they didn’t want to.
“I’ll be waiting.” Ken said and went to buy a train
ticket. Yamato stood there and watched him get on the train.
Ken kept glancing over his shoulder to look at Yamato the
entire time.
Ken got on the train and it started moving.
He leaned his head against the window and smiled to himself.
So that was why he had been feeling awkward.
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