Yamato's Fall From Friendship, Sora's Fall From Love

 

Herr Mullen hacked and coughed, removing the ghastly phlegm from the back of his mouth. He lifted his paper up to his pince de nez, perched like a vulture on the end of his nose, waiting to devour any dead words that may cross them. He began to grumble the writing in a low tone. "It should be noted,"he began, "That the rights to Digimon belong to Toei and to Fox Kids," he paused, "Apparently." He coughed again. "Damn this blasted cold." He continued. "Minors really shouldn't be reading this. I know I'm using a children's show, so you'll be terribly interested, but it also contains acts of sex, so you'll be even more intrigued. But don't read it. Your mummy and daddy won't like it if you do. Go have some milk and biscuits or something.Whatever it is you snot-nosed brats do. Silly jokes belong to Herr Mullen, and he would like it to remain that way. How was that?"

          Jyou considered. "I think that insulting the children was a bit over the top."

          Herr Mullen writhed. "I am not here to entertain them! That's why they have television and computer games and what-not! I am an author!"

          "Are you saying children shouldn't read?"

          "No, if anything they should read more. Keep them away from those blasted rock and pop musicians."

          "Then, why shouldn't you be entertaining them?"

          "Shut up. Or do you want me to put Mimi with an American boy?"

          Jyou shut up. Bloody Yanks, he thought, Coming over here, stealing our women.

          Herr Mullen turned his attention to the type-writer in front of him. He began to type, slowly, with one finger, muttering aloud as he did so. He sniffed a little.

Yamato punched Taichi.
          "Stay away from Sora!"
          Taichi put his hand to his cheek. "Yamato! It wasn't my fault! She came-"
          "I don't want to hear it, Taichi! Just- just leave me alone!"
          Yamato left the park, stomping over the path, face flushed and angry, tears streaming from his eyes.
          Taichi sat down on the bench and buried his head in his hands. Damn Sora. Damn her, and what she'd done to them. What did she think she was doing?

Yamato kissed Sora's neck. Sora gave a little moan,.and lifted his head, giving her tongue a viable route into Yamato's mouth. "See ya, babe."
          "See ya."
          They kissed again, until Yamato insisted he'd be late for band practice again if he stayed too long, and made his exit, informing Taichi that he would see him later on. Taichi returned the farewell.
          "So," said Sora, sitting on the bench next to Taichi, "What're you doing?"
          "Ah, not much. I've got to pick up Hikari from ballet practice, later, as if she can't take care of herself." He rolled his eyes. "Parents."
          That's when Sora touched his leg.

Taichi lay in bed. He'd told Sora no, defiantly not, Yamato's my friend, I'd never betray him, but now he had to lie here. Was he betraying him already? Should he tell Yamato just what Sora was doing behind his back? Was there anyone else?
          He rolled over.

Yamato thrusted, hard, into Sora, draped across the counter. She screamed, and moaned, knocking the cutting board into the sink. He fondled her breasts as he rammed himself into her. Over and over, in and out, Sora rocking with each hard thrust.
          "What do you want?"
          "I want you in me, Yama!"
          "How badly?"
          "With all my heart, Yama!"
          Yamato pulled out. "Well, you can't have me."
          Sora wined with disappointment. "Yama, have I displeased you?"
          Yamato looked for an excuse.
          "That was my favorite cutting board."
          "Let me make it up to you, my Yama!"
          Sora knelt down, and opened wide, tickling the tip of the coated cock of Yamato. She bobbed her head in and out, moaning, and stimulating Yamato with vibrations. He hand cupped his balls, and Yamato ran his hands through her hair. he began to thrust, his knees knocking her knockers. She took him all in, and then took him all out. She moved her free hand and rubbed his backside. Yamato was a tad surprised at that, but went along. He felt it should be his hand on her bottom, but whatever worked for her.
          The kitchen was filled with Sora's moans on Yamato's cock. Throbbing, hard penis filling the condom, ready to fill it with something else. Yamato pushed Sora of of himself, span her 'round, and thrust into her vagina. She gasped, and he grunted, the condom filled. He slumped.
          "Don't you stop there!" Sora commanded. "I haven't climaxed, yet!"
          She span him around, and forced his head down. "Now, lick it, rocker-boy!"
          Yamato objected to the name rocker-boy, and coolly turned away from her. She grabbed his shoulders, and forced him to his knees again. "Do as I say, Yama!"
          "What is I don't want to?"
           "You have no choice."
          She thrust his face into her hips, and Yamato began to lick her lips. She moaned, slightly, forcing him deeper. He probed her, with the most flexible muscle he had, searching for her clitoris. It was surprisingly hard to find. Where do these women keep their g-spots?
           Yamato recalled something about the inside of the ear, and in the anus. His finger darted past he sphincter before Sora knew what he was doing. He began to thrust his finger in and out, over and over.
           He was treated with a faceful. They sat back, Sora sitting on the counter, back against the wall, Yamato on the floor, leaning against the opposite cupboard, and panted, their exertions having been of a higher class than usual.
           "Wow," panted Yamato, "When did you become so forceful?"
           That's when Sora told him. "Tachi came on to me today."

"What do you think you are doing?"
           Taichi was at a loss. "What?"
          "What were you doing coming onto Sora?"
          "Wait a minute! I didn't come onto her, she came onto me!"
          "How dare you!" Yamato punched Taichi.
          "Stay away from Sora!"
          Taichi put his hand to his cheek. "Yamato! It wasn't my fault! She came-"
          "I don't want to hear it, Taichi! Just- just leave me alone!"
          Yamato left the park, stomping over the path, face flushed and angry, tears streaming from his eyes.
          Taichi sat down on the bench and buried his head in his hands. Damn Sora. Damn her, and what she'd done to them. What did she think she was doing?

Taichi finished recounting this to Kushiro, and waited to hear what he thought about the matter.
           "I have no idea."
           "None at all?"
           "None. All I can say is it's very odd that the Chosen of Love should be acting like this to you, and to Jyou and myself."
           "She came onto you, too?"
           "Yup. I brushed it off as some sort of error, Jyou just got up and left, red-faced."
           "What should I do?"
           "I have no clue."
           Taichi lay flat on Kushiro's bed. He sighed.
           "She's trying to become the town bike."
           "What?"
           "If she carries on in the way that she has been, everyone'll have had a ride."
           "That is awful simile."
           Taichi shrugged. "Blame Daisuke. He told me that one."
           "You talked to Daisuke about this?"
           "Are you kidding? The boy has the emotional sense of tofu. No, he was talking about something else. What're you doing?"
           "Sending Yamato an e-mail."

Yamato,
Sora has come onto Taichi, Jyou and myself. We think she could be cheating on you.

Kushiro.

            "That's rather frank."
            "What else can I say? Weather's nice, which you were here?"
            "I just think you should try and soften the blow."
            "Ah, well. I've sent it now."

Yamato lay next to Sora, wide awake. He'd read something disturbing today. Some kind of sick joke, he hoped. He rolled over, and watched her dosing off. She looked pretty when she was going to sleep.
             "Hi, Yama." She said, in the streched way you talk when you're tired.
             "Sora?"
             "Hmm?"
             "Did you come onto Taichi?"
             "What?"
             "And onto Jyou, and Kushiro?"
             "Yamato!" She sat up, against the headboard, and moved away from him. "How can you say that!"
             "I-I don't mean-"
             "How can you accuse me of cheating on you! You know it was Taichi coming onto me! He's had the hots for me for years, you know!"
             "No, I didn't say that you-"
             "You did, Yamato! You did! You're accusing me of being... of being... the bicycle!"
             "What?"
             "Something to do with peddling myself, I think."
             "No! No, I could never think of you like that!"
             "Then why did you doubt me, Yama?"
             "I don't doubt you Sora, not at all!"
             "You'll stay with me, Yama?"
             "Yes! I love you, Sora!"
             There was a pause. "You love me?"
             "Yes, I love you."
             Sora hugged him tight.
             "Don't ever stop, Yama. Don't ever stop loving me."


Author's Notes.

I'm sorry it's shorter than the other two, but it has the longest sex scene so far. I think I'm getting better. I decided to write a serious piece, just for a change, and to break myself away from the continuity of Kushiro/Miyako, Taichi/Yamato, Daisuke/Ken. I've covered those enough, I think. I'm looking for inspiration on my next piece, and I'm thinking another boy/girl coupling. Maybe, if enough people PM me on the DaD boards, I may just consider a Digimon pairing. Positive criticism and negative praise would be greatly appreciated. Or something. Maybe if I get enough requests, I'll write some more on this continuity, although I'd rather leave you all speculating and inventing your own endings to get that writing flowing, maybe inspire you.