Author’s notes: I am fast running out of idea’s for fics, which means that unless I get a few reviews for this then I’m not gonna be writing anything, cause the basic tools for writing, as I’m sure we all know is inspiration, imagination, sentence structure, grammar, oh and a good review. *Cough* actually what I’m meant to say is ‘no more stories until either I get a few more reviews or I get some kind of inspiration’. Anyway! Back to the subject at hand, being what on earth this fic is about! This fic fits into ‘The bouncy ball’ series, which won’t get added too without some encouragement (hint, hint), *coughs* ah, yeah anyway, I do believe someone asked me to write a part of it where we explain what Taichi meant when he said ‘it runs in the family’ *cough* it’s the sequel too ‘One more time I swear.’ and ah, I still need a bit of lemon practise, so um… prepare to be shocked, amazed and… horrified! *Evil type laughter then some more coughing* Disclaimer: I don’t own digimon, if I did own them I would be out there designing the next episode of an NC-17 rated kids show and have a harem full of bishounen anime guys that do my biding, as I don’t have either we can conclude I don’t own anything but the fic. Warnings: yaoi, Shoun-ai, Lemon, Yamato x Taichi (I cant please everyone!), kinkiness, handcuff fetish, humour, evil author humour, pity the bouncy ball! Takeru x Ken x Daisuke reference. Mild language. * It runs in the family… or is it simply the same shopping habits? * Taichi loved Yamato. There was no doubt about it. Why else would he allow the blonde to use all sorts of kinky things on him? Love was like that; it makes you go a tad insane. Of course so does over sugar dosage, but we won’t get into that. Yamato loved to shop, to be more correct, the blonde digidestined of friendship loved to shop for handcuffs. Did you ever stop and consider how many different types of handcuffs there actually are in the world? Well, first you’ve got normal handcuffs; silver, require small key, hurt a bit if you pull really hard on them. Then you’ve got gold, bronze, and a few other funky colours. Now we’re starting to get interesting. Handcuffs with padded lining. Fluffy ones. Ones with leather on the inside. Ones that had three hand holes. (Those were useful when you wanted someone tied to the bedpost) And so on, and so on. Yamato’s favourite handcuffs were the padded ones with three hand holes; those worked wonders and were the easiest to use. Now, Yamato is a very convincing person, and had, within the last year or so, managed to get Takeru into handcuffs too… NOT that way! He’d convinced him to use them! Anyway, before we get to sidetracked with the boy’s night life, back to the story at hand! Yamato looked through the box, searching for some blue padded three-hander cuffs. It was no use; they only had red and pink left. Sighing he gave up and grabbed the red pair. He turned and looked to see how his brother was doing. The other blonde looked forewarned. And it was no wonder, he had TWO people to deal with, luckily he didn’t go for the three-hander cuffs, preferring the normal padded ones. Takeru was trying to decide between green or blue one’s for Ken, and he had a pair of light blue cuffs tucked under one arm for Daisuke. "Whoever decided to make so many colours should be shot!" the younger blonde said, exasperated. Yamato patted his shoulder soothingly. "Would you rather they were all an ugly pink, or yellow? Or, god forbid… off white?" Takeru shivered at the mere thought. "Yeah I s’pose, but I cant decide between blue or green, I mean blue would go well with his eyes, but I probably won’t be looking at his hands so I don’t need to worry too much. But I think green would look really good against his hair….!" Yamato felt sympathetic, and was glade he didn’t share his Taichi with anyone, and vice versa. "Hmm, well I’d say go with the blue." Takeru lighted up instantly and put the green cuffs back down. "Okay! I’m glade I brought you with me bro." Yamato grinned back and they headed to the cash register. * Taichi put the phone down and sat back on the couch. Dinner was coming, as was Yamato. The blonde was late coming home because he and Takeru had stopped by their favourite shop. The mere thought of Yamato’s favourite shop made Taichi shiver. Joy? Excitement?… Fear? He grinned and ran a hand through his hair. Whenever Yamato went to that place he came back horny…, which was Taichi being polite on the subject. The puffy brown haired digidestined of courage flipped himself up so he was staring at the TV upside down. He stared at the picture, losing himself in the task of deciphering and listening to the movie showing. He didn’t hear the front door open softly and silently. Or the padded feet slowly coming down the hall. The smell of pizza did not escape him however and he had just enough warning to yelp before the burglar grabbed hold of him. * Taichi strained against the figure pinning him down. He opened his mouth the yell and found a gag being stuffed into his open mouth, muffling his yelping. The figure snatched up his hands and pulled them over his head locking them in handcuffs. Taichi paused. Handcuffs… "Mph! Mph! Mhph!" (God dammit Yamato!) The burglar laughed and set the pizza box down on the table, leaning over Taichi to do so. Yamato’s lose shirt fell forward, exposing a long line of flesh to Taichi. The brown haired boy blushed and pulled against his cuffs. It was little use; Yamato had done something so that the cuffs were connected to the couch, which meant Taichi was pinned. Yamato came around the other side of the couch and looked down at Taichi, the blonde’s eyes devouring the sight before him. Taichi had his hands pinned behind the couch with the handcuffs, his hair, as usual was all over the place, his cheeks were flushed and the gag made him look that much more helpless. The blonde sighed happily and took his job of undressing his victim. Taichi didn’t struggle much, he couldn’t even if he’d wanted too. Yamato pulled the brunette’s shirt over his head and found a problem. "Damn, Taichi why can’t you ever wear unbuttonable shirts? Hn… oh well." He pulled out a knife and started cutting a line through the offending clothing. "Mhph! Mph! Mmh! Mhp! Mph! Mmm! Mhmph!" (Yamato! Don’t cut my shirt! It’s new!) The blonde laughed and kissed Taichi’s cheek. "Sorry I can’t understand you, just let me finish and I’ll take the gag out." Taichi glared daggers at him. Then the shirt was off his chest, leaving his upper body open to the cool evening air; completely exposed. Yamato grinned and settled down onto Taichi’s lap, grinding against Taichi’s groin. The brunette gasped and his eyes fluttered. The blonde grinned again and reached up, undoing to gag. Yamato leaned forward, placing a hand on Taichi’s chest to steady him and gently taking the brunette’s lips. They’re lips met; clashing like violent waves of pleasure against one another, lips parted and tongues met, gliding and caressing, teasing, exploring. Yamato ground against Taichi again, more urgent this time. The both groaned, never breaking the kiss. Taichi thrust his hips creating more friction. Finally they pulled back, both gasping for air. Yamato’s pants were far too tight and the blonde had to use all his self-control from just jumping Taichi right then. Taichi was in a similar state, breathing heavily with lust and love. Their eyes met. Screw self-control, Yamato wanted him, and NOW was about the gist of it. The blonde gave a shaky grin and hopped off Taichi’s lap. The brunette was about to protest this when Yamato leant forward and pinched one of Taichi’s nipples between two fingers. Pleasure ran up and did a dance around Taichi’s brain, sending it away to la, la land; his pants were getting hotter by the second. Yamato sat back down again, taking the other’s lips. It was a breath-taking kiss, tongues duelling. Taichi gasped when Yamato gave a twist of his fingers. The brunette was rolling his head back ever so slightly. The kiss broke and Yamato moved his hand to the other nipple, descending his mouth on the first. Taichi moaned in pure bliss. That hot mouth eloping his taunt nipple and making him groan. The fingers twisted and he melted. All too soon Yamato’s mouth left his hardened nub and came down on the other one. Taichi groaned, thrusting his hips in a signal that he wanted more. Words having escaped him. Yamato gasped at the sudden contact, his thoughts going out the window. The blonde’s fingers fumbled at Taichi’s zipper, trying to get it open, damned zipper, why did it have to be so stubborn! Finally the zipper complied and slid down. Yamato jumping up and pulling the pants all the way off, along with the underwear. He grinned at the exposed flesh, some of his control coming back to him. Moving Taichi’s legs apart he kneeled down on the carpet, catching Taichi’s gaze and grinning evilly. Taichi made a whimpering sound, he hated it when Yamato got that look in his eyes, it meant prolonged torture. The blonde took his own shirt off slowly, seductively. Once it was over his head he threw it off somewhere. Digging in his pant pocket he pulled out a bottle of scented oil before taking the pants off as well. They were both naked now. Taichi’s eyes wandered all over the body before him. "Juess Yamato, you’re beautiful." Yamato smiled and slide back between Taichi’s legs. "You’re not so bad yourself koi." The brunette swallowed hard, blushing ever so slightly. Yamato smiled and rubbed his cheek against Taichi’s inner thighs. His tongue darting out and licking the soft flesh, which jumped under the attention. Taichi took to breathing heavily, he knew the blonde wouldn’t start anything soon, this was just the agonising torture his lover put him through. Yamato nipped at the soft inner thigh and ran his nails along the flesh, trailing pinkish marks, which he licked at. Taichi closed his eyes, the mere sight almost too much to bear. His senses were on fire. Yamato grinned and rubbed his cheek along the soft flesh before shifting, his mouth breathing against Taichi’s erection. Taunting, teasing. Taichi opened his eyes filled with want and need. Yamato almost melted in that gaze, his own erection was throbbing against his stomach. He closed his eyes and moved his mouth closer, gently licking a long line from tip to bass of Taichi’s length. Taichi inhaled air sharply. "Oh… God Yamato…" The blonde grinned around his mouthful and ran his hands along Taichi’s stomach and chest. His tongue swirled around the length. Taichi moaned and thrust his hips forward. Yamato didn’t let him get very far. The blonde’s hands slid around Taichi’s slender waist and pushed him back into the couch, teeth grazing lightly in warning. Taichi whimpered but nodded. No movements. The tongue ran around his length again and Taichi bit his lip, trying not the buck into the feeling. The brunette let his head fall back. This was pure torture; Yamato was dragging it out to impossible lengths. The blonde grinned devilishly and started sucking on the flesh as if it were a lollipop. Taichi groaned and pushed against the hands on his waist. "Yamato…." That single word was dragged out and pulled. Begging and warning at the same time. "Mm?" Taichi gasped at the humming. The tongue swirled around him again, pleasure running straight up and down his body in waves. "Oh god… Koi…" Taichi groaned and banged his head against the couch his hands stretching to escape and DO something. Yamato closed his eyes, the sight of Taichi moaning and begging him was too much, his self-control was good, but not limitless. The blonde pulled back with an audible ‘pop’. Taichi growled and glared at him then he saw what the blonde was doing. The digidestined of friendship grabbed the bottle of oil and opened it, dipping his fingers into it. Taichi closed his eyes, knowing what was coming next. (That’ll teach him to try and torture me!) The brunette thought triumphantly. Yamato finished his task and leaned forward, stealing the brunette’s lips. Taichi let himself be dragged under into the kiss and closed his eyes. Yamato brushed his first finger against Taichi’s opening; teasing the muscles before gently diving in. Taichi stiffened and forcefully made himself relax to the invading digit. It felt odd but not entirely unpleasant. The finger probed into him, stretching and searching for that magical spot that would make Taichi withe. The finger hit the spot and Taichi moaned thrusting forward. Yamato grinned and pushed against it again. Taichi gasped and dug his hands into the sofa. Yamato pushed another oil-coated digit into him. The brunette gasping and pushing into the feeling. The kiss broke as Taichi pulled back, drawing a long gasp of air and exposing his neck. Yamato took the offered flesh and placed tiny kisses on the other’s neck. Taichi whimpered the amount of pleasure almost too much for him to bear. A third finger ventured inside caressing his walls and gliding along, stretching. Taichi moaned. His erection was painfully hard. Then the fourth finger went in, sending Taichi over the edge. The brunette melted. His muscles strained and tensed in time with the rhythm of the fingers. He wanted more, needed it! And then Yamato was withdrawing the digits. Taichi groaned at the loss and opened his eyes, which he honestly couldn’t remember closing. Brown eyes met blue and gazed at each other with love. Yamato positioned Taichi’s leg with the brunette’s knees over his shoulders, it was a flexible position but they could manage it. He smoothed the oil over himself and then gently took hold of Taichi’s hips. The brunette nodded and closed his eyes again. Yamato gently pushed into Taichi’s opening. Taking his time slowly and letting the brown haired boy adjust. He breathed heavily; the walls around him were so tight and caressing. Halfway in he paused as Taichi made a sort of whimpering sound. The feeling was unbearable; it felt so good with Yamato inside of him. Taichi took in a large lung full of air when Yamato paused. He nodded his head and the blonde continued. They were both breathing heavily now. The sensation was always like this, amazing. Finally Yamato was at his sheath. They paused breathing and trying to think coherently. "Juess Taichi…" the blonde stated, giving a shaky laugh. Taichi smiled. "It’s all you’re fault." "Yeah." The blonde nodded then pulled out halfway, pushing back in hard and hitting Taichi’s spot. The brunette moaned and thrust his hips up into the next pump. Soon after they established a working rhythm. Bodies clashing, hips’ grinding bodies moving in sync. Yamato could feel himself close to the edge he let out another moan as those tight walls eloped him caressing his length and making pleasure shoot up his body in waves of pure ecstasy. He reached out a somewhat shaky hand and wrapped his fingers around Taichi’s length. The brunette groaned as he started working it into the pace. Taichi groaned panting hard. He was so close, it felt so good. The feeling washed over him in waves, making him wish it could be like this forever. He screamed as he came suddenly, the orgasm flooding over his entire body and making every nerve set on edge. "Yamato!" Coating both their stomachs. Yamato gasped as the muscles surrounding his length closed in, squeezing him and caressing his already pleasure sedated body. He quickened the pace, pushing in harder then gasping as he came inside the walls. "Taichi…" Taichi collapsed into the sofa, his arms still above his head. The blonde collapsed into his lap, still inside of him. Both of them were panting hard. Yamato leaned up and stole the brunette’s lips in a fleeting kiss. His hands travelled up the tanned body under him and too the handcuffs, pushing the little switch thing that opened them. Taichi’s arm eloped him and drew him further into the brunette’s lap. They broke the kiss in another gasp for air, nuzzling cheeks. "Aishiteru Yamato." "Mm, Aishiteru Taichi." Taichi grinned and before Yamato realised what was happening he was on his back on the floor. "What the!?" Taichi planted a small kiss on his forehead. "Payback time." The blonde’s eyes widened. "Uh-oh." * And several apartments away, Takeru found himself being attacked by two vengeful lovers, but then, that’s a different story altogether. ~ End. Author’s second notes: *stretches like a cat in her chair and grins* soooo? How was it? Be truthful now! Did I do a good lemon? Should I ever be allowed near lemons again? Lemonade is outta the question? Do more? Continue this little series thingy? Never do another story until I get reviews? *grins all evil like* well I wont know unless you tell me. ^^