Title: Ride Me Like a Garurumon Author: pulsar Pairing: Yamachi Rating: NC-17, I guess, seeing as it's a yaoi lemon. It's fairly tame compared to some lemons I've seen, but still... Warnings/Author's notes: Yamachi lemon. PWP. Takes place in the near future after 02. I feel I should warn you that this is my first attempt at a lemon. So, if any parts really suck (no pun intended), please pardon my writing skills (or rather, the lack thereof). This fic was written as an Easter gift for my best friend, Sarah, and I thought I'd share it with the MLs I belong to. This fic was betad by Rayamon, who I forgot to thank for betaing last time I posted a fic... (Shame on me! Shame!) And since this is my first lemon, I would appreciate any and all feedback (but please be kind!) Archive: *shrugs* If anybody actually wants this (or any of my work), you're welcome to put it on your site, but please let me know. Disclaimer: Not mine. Never have been. More than likely never will be. Yamato Ishida closed the apartment door behind him and kicked off his shoes. He shuffled into the kitchen where his lover stood, digging around in the freezer. He set his guitar case on the ground and joined Taichi in his search for something edible. “How long has it been since we’ve been shopping?” he asked, eyeing the expiration date on the box in his hand. Taichi looked at the box in Yamato’s hand and laughed. “Wow. I didn’t know we had food _that_ old!” He took the box from Yamato and chucked it into the garbage can. “So how’d it go?” he asked, resuming his quest for food. “Stressful. Do you know how many decibels it takes to be heard over a room of screaming children? We nearly blew our speakers.” Taichi laughed. “Wait.... Children? Your gig was for a bunch of kids?” “What do you think?” Yamato asked, gesturing to his head. Taichi looked at him and burst out laughing. “You’re wearing bunny ears!” (1) Yamato nodded. “The kid likes bunnies. The kid wanted us dressed as bunnies.” He shrugs. “It made her happy. And when the kid is happy, the parents are happy. When the parents are happy, I get paid, so I’m not too inclined to complain.” “Why were you playing a children’s party? What happened to all of the screaming fangirls?” “We lost most of the fangirls when I came out, that’s what happened! (2) We’re lucky we can still get gigs at all!” he said angrily. “Sorry,” Taichi mumbled, hurt. He turned away from Yamato and looked through the freezer yet again, trying to hide his hurt expression. The harsh look melted away from Yamato’s face and, from behind, he enveloped Taichi in his arms. “I’m sorry, koi. I shouldn’t take it out on you.” He brushed his fingers gently over Taichi’s groin. “Forgive me?” he whispered in his ear. Taichi smiled. “Of course, Yama,” he replied, turning in his lover’s arms so he can give Yamato a gentle kiss. “I know you didn’t mean it.” “I’m gonna put Chadwin up,” he said, gesturing to his guitar. (3) “Then we’ll order some take-out or something, okay?” “’Kay.” He laughed to himself as Yamato picked up the case. “What, may I ask, is so funny?” Taichi laughed again. “I just can’t believe you named that thing Chadwin. Aren’t instruments girls?” “Maybe for straight musicians...” “Well if it had to be a guy, why didn’t you name it after me?” “If I did, I’d never be thinking about the music. I’d be thinking about you. And if the lead singer isn’t paying attention to the music, the band doesn’t get repeat customers.” He laughed and leered at Taichi. “Besides, I’d rather run my hands all over the _real_ Taichi.” Taichi grinned and kissed him. “Maybe later,” he said suggestively. “Can’t wait,” Yamato replied in the same tone. Yamato walked into their bedroom and gently laid Chadwin down in the corner. In the kitchen, Taichi abandoned the refrigerator and dug through drawers searching for the phone book. “I think it’s time to just program Dominos into the speed dialer,” he muttered to himself. (4) “I’m sick of never being able to find the number when I need it.” He was so intent on finding the phone book, he didn’t notice Yamato exiting the bedroom and plopping down on the couch in front of the TV. “Hey, Yama! Where’s the phone book?” “Tai, Dominos is speed dial five.” “Oh.” Taichi picked up the phone and was about to dial. “Don’t call yet, Tai.” “Why?” “I need to work up an appetite.” Taichi raised an eyebrow and set the phone back down. He walked into the television room and burst out laughing. “Why- why are you still wearing the bunny ears?!” he spluttered. Yamato shrugged. “I dunno. I thought I looked cute with them on. Don’t I?” He stood up and Taichi noticed that, while he was wearing bunny ears, he wasn’t wearing anything else. “Um...” Taichi trailed off, too distracted by his lack of clothing to form a coherent sentence. “Is that a yes?” “Um....” Yamato laughed and grabbed Taichi’s hand. He pulled him over to the couch with him. “Come on, sit on the Easter Bunny’s lap and tell him what you want for Easter.” Taichi regained a bit of coherency. “I thought you were supposed to sit on Santa’s lap, not the Easter Bunny’s...” “You never complained before...” Yamato pulled him into his lap. “Now what do you want for Easter?” Yamato slid his hand along Taichi’s leg, starting at the knee and moving up towards his groin. He massaged Taichi through his pants, eliciting a small groan. “Is this what you want?” he whispered suggestively. “Do you want this, Taichi?” “Yes,” he whispered, eyes closed to savor the sensation. Yamato rubbed harder. Taichi added to the friction by gyrating his hips. Rather abruptly, Yamato stopped. He moved Taichi onto the ground and knelt over him, straddling his thighs. Yamato bent his head and slowly unbuttoned Taichi’s shirt using his teeth. After each button was unbuttoned, he nosed the shirt apart and kissed a trail down to the next button. The fuzzy material on the bunny ears tickled Taichi’s skin. While his teeth undid Taichi’s shirt, his hands undid his pants, and soon Taichi was as naked as Yamato. Yamato paused to admire his lover’s body for a moment, then gave him a searing kiss. “I love you, Tai,” he whispered into his ear. “I love you, Yama,” was the reply. Yamato briefly nibbled on Taichi’s earlobe, then made his way to the brunette’s neck. He teased his lover, licking and sucking and nipping gently at the skin while all the while his hands roamed over Taichi’s athletic body. “Yama -” Taichi began but was cut off by a pair of lips on his own. When Yamato pulled away, there was no need for him to finish his sentence. They had been together for so long Yamato knew what Taichi would want. Bending his head once more, he complied with his lover’s unspoken plea and kissed a trail across his chest. Yamato licked Taichi’s left nipple and then blew on it. He repeated the process several times and then moved on to his right nipple. The alternating sensations of heat and cold sent shivers of desire coursing through Taichi’s body. Gently, Yamato took the nipple in his teeth and twisted it. Taichi let out a small gasp. Yamato grinned and moved his kisses south. He kissed every inch of Taichi’s member and then ran his tongue all over it. He took Taichi’s member into his mouth and bobbed his head up and down while massaging his balls with one hand. He continued this treatment until Taichi was letting out throaty moans almost every second. Taichi was overwhelmed by sensation. Lost in his euphoria, his hands grasped for purchase on the floor, but found none. Yamato pulled away before Taichi could find his release. Taichi whimpered. “Don’t stop now....” Yamato grinned, took Taichi’s hands, and placed them in his hair, giving him something to grip. Taichi removed the bunny ears and cast them aside. He then buried his fingers in Yamato’s hair and moved him back down. Yamato resumed his treatment and had Taichi writhing with desire in a matter of moments. ‘Yama...” he moaned over and over, as one might do when delirious with fever. And indeed, it nearly could have been a fever. His face was flushed, he was covered in sweat, and the blood in his veins seemed to boil. Soon he could contain it no longer, and he flooded Yamato’s mouth with his semen. “Yama!” he cried as he came in his love’s mouth. Yamato swallowed it and kissed Taichi. “I love you.” “I love you too.” They lied there together for a few minutes. After a while, Yamato reached for Taichi’s clothes. Taichi looked confused when the bundle of cloth was placed in his arms. Yamato laughed at his confusion. “Aren’t you still hungry?” Taichi nodded, still confused. “You probably don’t want to answer the door naked when the delivery guy comes.” Yamato tried to stand up but was stopped by Taichi’s grip on his wrist. “Dominos is open ‘till midnight...” Yamato grinned. “So there’s something else you want from the Easter Bunny?” Taichi answered by pulling Yamato down into a passionate kiss. Never breaking their lip-lock, Yamato fumbled around under one of the couch cushions. He smiled as he found what he had been looking for: lubricant. They had started stashing it everywhere once they became a couple because...well, they needed it. A lot. If they were alone for more than five minutes (and often, it didn’t even take that long), their libidos went into hyperdrive. Without asking, he knew that Taichi wanted to be taken. That was the way they usually did it, and that was fine with Yamato. He loved looking down on Taichi while he was inside him, making him moan and writhe and sweat and beg for more. He covered his member with the contents of the tube and positioned himself between Taichi’s legs. Taichi put his legs up on Yamato’s shoulders to give him better access. Their eyes locked as Yamato entered him. Never varying his gaze, Yamato began to move inside his koibito, withdrawing partway and then entering again. They quickly got into a steady rhythm, their skill of knowing how to move with the other honed by years of practice. They moved faster. Their breath quickened. But they never looked anywhere but into the other’s eyes. For each of them, that was what made making love so pleasurable. Of course, the physical part was wonderful, but their emotions were what made each time better than the last. Their emotions were what made it special: staring into each other’s eyes, each watching the other watch him, it was as if their souls were intertwined every bit as much as their bodies. Yamato held out as long as he could, but he could not hold out forever, and he came inside Taichi. He withdrew and collapsed upon Taichi, his energy spent, his chest heaving, and the blood slamming through his veins because his heart was beating so fast. “Love... You..,” Yamato gasped asthmatically. “Love... You.. Too..,” gasped an equally out of breath Taichi. They lied on the floor in each other’s arms, letting their pulses and breathing return to normal. Taichi chuckled to himself. “What?” “It’s just kind of funny that you dressed up as a rabbit.” “Why is that funny?” “’Cause rabbits do it like it’s going out of style.” Yamato snickered. “Maybe I should buy _you_ a pair of rabbit ears too.” He kissed Taichi and laid his head back down on his chest. Taichi laughed too. “I dunno, Yama. We’d probably get more use out of some handcuffs.....” Yamato raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Maybe next Easter...” (5) (1) Sarah's idea. *shrugs* Well, it is an Easter fic... (2) Damn fickle fangirls... (3) Also Sarah's idea. The name is kind of an inside joke. (4) I don't know if they have Dominos pizza in Japan. Humor me. (5) I am well aware of the fact that Easter is a Christian holiday. (*laughs* BELIEVE me, I know! I'm a PK.) And AFAIK, Japan has about a 1% Christian population. Given that percentage, the odds are rather low that either Yamato or Taichi would be Christian. Humor me.