WARNING!!!!!This fic contains INCEST, YAOI INCEST if you do not want to read about that then I suggest you turn back now. I will accept flames because well this is the kinda thing that deserves flames ya know?
Let me start out by saying I don't know WHAT has possessed me to write a Taketo. It's sick, it's twisted but it does supply a wonderful amount of angst. Oh how I love angst. Also I can see this happening with those two. Don't ask me why but I do. I'm writing two to see what works better Takeru or Yamato as the perv. Sigh...why my mind wants to do this is beyond me. There's also a bit of Daikeru. Anyhoo here comes the fic and R&R.
I don't own them. I'm sure their thankful I don't.
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Takeru stared out the window his bright blue eyes unseeing as he watched the tree's lining the road sway in a light summer breeze. It was strange how calm everything was. Each apartment building standing quiet a voice calling out from a terrace every so often. The light shinning brightly on the asphalt below as a plane cut across the horizon leaving behind a white tear in the blue fabric of the sky.
He pulled away from the lazy scene before him of Japan's suburbia his heart much darker then the summer day. Brushing fingers through his golden blonde hair Takeru walked into the kitchen table. His brother was there today helping his Mom with dinner. This was their only time to bond as parent and offspring. Anything else they did just created tension but in the kitchen they got along fine.
"So when's dinner going to be ready? I'm starving." Takeru complained resting his head on his forearms.
Yamato half turned giving his little brother a half smile. He'd grown a lot since their first days in the digiworld. He'd grown taller and more lanky then skinny. His hair the same color as Takeru's if maybe a shade lighter had been grown out into a longer more sophisticated do. He always wore black, brown or navy blue now and the colors showed off his delicate features and ice blue eyes. Icy in color maybe but as he smiled at Takeru they were warm and loving.
"In twenty minutes you glutton. I can believe your so hungry all ready. Just three hours ago you were complaining about eating to much at the fair." Yamato said before turing back to the stir fry he was preparing.
"That was different! I just had too much cotton candy. I did eat the rest of Daisuke's.
"It's your own fault. So I guess you've recovered then? Well you'll just have to wait." Yamato said without turning around.
Takeru shrugged his shoulders and got up leaving them and flopping down in front of the T.V. Turning it own to watch something while waiting. Instead his thoughts drifted to something he knew he shouldn't think about. It was something horrible he knew that but that didn't stop him. He would start off by thinking about how wonderful Yamato was. He'd been a great older brother all of Takeru's life. Even though they'd been seperated they'd remained close all these years. The digiworld had only strengthened the bond all ready there. He'd always tried to protect Takeru even if Takeru pushed him away.
*Which I did a lot afterwards. I wanted to grow up and I didn't want to be sheltered.*
But now Takeru apreciated how much his brother had done for him all these years. Without Yamato, Takeru was sure he'd have gotten into a lot more trouble then he had.
*But no one really understands that. Sora doesn't Yamato's only a second ringer up for her. She'd much rather be with Taichi I'm sure. The other's never did get close to him at all.*
This is when his thoughts turned towards dangerous path. He was the only one who really understood Yamato. He was the keeper of friendships little bro after all. They were closer than even Taichi and Hikari. Of course they were close. After the parents divorce they'd stayed together even though they practically lived across the city from one another.
Takeru sighed resting his head on a hand flipping through the channels not really caring if he found anything. Yamato had always been lonelier than Takeru. He could still remember what it had been like all four of them together. But Takeru didn't care about that he was happy as long as he was around his big brother. Yamato with his long blonde hair, ice blue eyes and instinctive wolf like grace that made every fangirl swoon in his presence. Takeru hated them. The way they hung off Yamato as if he was some prise to be won. Didn't they see that he didn't care for any of them? He didn't need them, he had Takeru.
*And I will never, ever treat him like prise. He doesn't need them or that whinny bitch Sora. Gods she makes me sick with her oh so quiet ways and perfect attitude. I bet she hasn't done one bad or outragus thing in her life. They all make me sick.*
He was jealous. He knew it and after thinking this far didn't care. He was the only one suposed to have Yamato. They were brothers their ties went deeper than simple admiration and hero worship. He loved Yamato with all his heart.
*And we will be together forever.*
Takeru's line of thought was cut in two as his Mom called from the kitchen that dinner was ready. He sighed and slid off the couch turning off the T.V. As he got up tossing the controler on a chair.
Takeru collapsed panting onto the tanned body beneath him. He rolled over and rested his head against their shoulder trying to catch his breath. The chest heaed as they too filled their lungs with air. A hand rose and brushed sweat soaked hair out of his eyes and Takeru looked up into a pair of dark brown eyes.
"Thank you again Daisuke." Takeru murrmered straining to place a soft kiss upon the other boys lips.
"Hey we did it once might was well go in for another try. Again and again and again and ya wanna do that again?" Daisuke said absolutely serious.
The blonde bishounen just rolled his eyes and sat up streatching. He chuckled at the disapointed look on Daisuke's open face as he moved over to sit on the edge of the bed. Takeru looked around the floor for his own clothes trying to distinguish them from the hastily scattered clothing that was all around the room. Two hands reached around his waist as he felt the bed shift and Daisuke leaned into his back. The brunette kissed his neck, sucking and licking trying to lure Takeru back to what they had been doing.
"Daisuke...I just don't want to anymore okay?" He said quietly and Daisuke sighed but pulled back and began looking for his own clothes.
This had been going on for some time now though no one knew. No one was suposed to know about their little trysts together. There was nothing between them but sex. Sure they were friends but no very good friends. Daisuke was still jealous of Takeru's close relationship with Hikari and Takeru found him to be incredably anoying outside of the bed room.
*He's quite another story inside. One doesn't need to open their mouths to have fun. Well at least not much and not for talking*
A smiled played at the corners of Takeru's mouth as he pulled his pants over his hips fasening them. Daisuke had quite a bit of stanama and was always willing to go for a tumble. Maybe it was because he had about five times the hormones of most people. Takeru was grateful to him. He knew Takeru didn't expect more then the physical and never asked for more. Frankly the blue eyed digidestined only sought him out when the image of another burned itself into Takeru's mind. Someone he'd much rather be leaning over making them shout in pleasure while he...
"I'm going now." Daisuke said apearing fully dressed in font of Takeru who'd paused while buttoning up his shirt.
He leaned forward pressing hip lips to Takeru's running his tongue across the edges of his lips before pressing inward to explore his mouth fully. Daisuke always said goodbye this way. He said it was to make sure Takeru would call him again. Takeru believed him. He drew back and fixed his goggles on his head before skipping out the door whistling.
"That guy has way to much energy." Takeru muttered buttoning up the rest of this shirt.
He walked into the living room of his house and checked the time. It was another day when Yamato would be visiting for supper. Their mother unfortunetly had been called away for an asignment by her work and wouldn't be back till late.That's why Takeru had call Daisuke. The thought of being here alone with Yamato for any length of time bothered him now. It hadn't before but he'd hit puberty along with all the rest of the kids and found he liked Yamto more than anything. He wanted to be with his brother more than anything now. To touch him and kiss him and make Yamato shout his name.
*But I mustn't I can't. We're brothers it's wrong. It's sick, I'm sick. Twisted. Everyone thinks I'm so normal Mr. Perfect and inocent.*
"Hey little bro could ya help me? I have a concert tonight and it's too far to carry all this stuff back to Dad's then come back here. So I just brought everything now. Dad's gonna pick me up in the morning and drop me off at school." He grumbled as Takeru rushed forward holding the door open and taking Yamato's bag from him.
He piled everything in the corner with a sigh. He stood up then winced as a vertabre cracked. He streached his arms over his head cracking several more while Takeru tried not to stare at the sight of his brother in such an erotic position. He blinked as Yamato asked him a question. He asked againas Takeru didn't answer but just blinked stupidly.
"Hey Takeru wake up buddy. Where's Mom?" Takeru shook his head trying to clear it.
"Oh uh she got called away to work and wont be back till late. It's just us." He managed to get out controling his hormones enough to speak.
*Ye gods I'm worse then Daisuke. No wait I can control he doesn't even attempt.*
Yamato smiled and walked to phone rumaging in his pockets only to bring out a wallet. He turned back to Takeru and lifted an eye brow.
"How does one medium peppironi and one medium deluxe veggie sound?" He asked picking up the phone.
"Pepperoni's good. Veggie's bad." Takeru answered smiling as he knew what Yamato's responce would be.
"One pepperoni and one veggie it is."
He ordered the pizzas while Takeu flopped bonelessly onto the couch and picked up the remote control looking for something to watch. He finally settled for a anime called Trigun he'd been following and settled back to watch. Soon Yamato sat down beside him and handed hm a candy bar he'd produced from his bag.
They laughed over Vash's antics and Takeru was really starting to get curious about this Rem chick when the pizza came. Yamato got up as slinky as a cat and walked over to the door Takeru watching him every step with smouldering eyes. He'd noticed his older brothers presence throughout the intire show. How he laughed silently one side of his mouth lifting. How their feet touched on the couch. Yamato not careing takeru barely able to think.
Yamato paid the devilery boy and brought the pizza to the table, Takeru all ready there starving. They dug in hungrly not talking until they'd both eaten two peices each. Yamato paused and glanced at the clock. He turned back and cocked his head at his brother.
"I have a concert at seven. Do you wanna come or do you want to stay here?" He asked.
"Yeah sure why not? I don't have anything else to do. Besides someone has to help you with that amp." Takeru said calmly while jumping for joy internally.
Of course he wanted to go to Yamato's concert. He always looked incredably sexy on stage wearing his dark clothes he'd look pale but aluring beneath the harsh stage lights. His hair would be damp with sweat, beads of presperation running down his face. Eyes closed blocking out everything but the music. Takeru was getting uncomfortable jus thinking about it.
"All right then. Boys night out on the town then." Yamato said witha smile and Takeru smiled brightly back.
The thought whispered unbidden across his mind. He didn't care because he loved his brother right? What could be wrong about loving you older brother. Your perfect older brother with the sexy smile, slim body of a greek god and....