Digital Balance (Sweet and Amanda)

[SweetSerenade]

Mei was going to lose it, that was the easiest thing for the woman to think. There was no way she was going to be able to properly fight this. Not with him playing with her nipples the way he was, not with the pleasure that was filling her in a way she would never completely understand. She wondered if Yamato realized that she was a virgin, wondered if he really believed it. Most people probably wouldn't, not a woman of her age - not someone from their generation. Well there was some who might be, but as she realized they were two different ends of the spectrum - her mind was ripped from her again as she realized he was working her pants.

They dropped, and she gave a squeak as his hand dove down between the fabric of her underwear and her womanhood. She could feel him pressing his hand against her, testing and teasing. He massaged a finger in, and her mind fled her as she gave a cry that was barely muffled by her hand. Her eyes fluttered closed as she shivered a little from the shock of the situation. She was clean, bare and shaved, and she was glistening in the way that she definitely would have from the way he had been touching her. But nothing prepared her for what happened next. She felt the shift, and her eyes fluttered open. Her mind barely registered as he dropped to his knees, with her legs spread for him and her back leaning against the wall.

She gave a small cry against her hand, her eyes slamming shut and her head tilting back as he forced her thighs further apart, his hand holding her in place and then the other hand spreading her most intimate part. She cried out again, trying to muffle it with her hand as his mouth began to probe and tease. As he licked and tormented her, as his body brought a new level of pleasure from her. She was lost, hazy, drunk on pleasure - her breath coming in short little pants, a cry of pleasure muffled by her hand as she pressed back into the wall and tried to keep herself standing from the searing pleasure that filled her. With how sensitive she was, it wasn't going to take her very long to reach a peak. Unless Yamato was skilled at keeping his partner on edge... she would go over quite easy.

[Amandashow]

Skilled, Yamato was with more than enough experience. His fingers were nimble from years of guitar playing and to him, women became an extension of that, became his guitar. Yamato flexed his fingers against her body; he could coax such lovely tunes from women this way. He would start out with a gentle strumming the cords of her pierced nipples and wet sex until the tune came alive between them, until it carried them away effortlessly on a wave. The experimenting was over on the instrument of Mei and with his tongue, he found the heart of the song and it was sounding beautiful. Her cries were an erotic melody that spurred him onward, searching fervently for a chorus, a crescendo to signal the climax.

He brought her to the brink, let her teeter on the edge like a sustained power cord before fading away. The youth couldn't remember the last time he had enjoyed the act of oral so thoroughly. When he had first initiated things with Mei, he was certain the process would feel mechanical, like he were a living fuck machine that would tick through the motions before finishing in a well-timed, breathless orgasm. Mei was different from the other girls he had been with but why, he could not precisely say. Her virginity hardly interested him, as he had been with plenty in his years on the road. What then was it that proved so invigorating?

Yamato set to working her up again, using his upper body strength to keep the girl aloft and poised over his mouth while he ate her. His tongue traced over the button of her clit, danced around the little dimple until it was engorged and red then he pressed his lips over it and suckled. He was gentle at first, slowing down his aggression for the distance of a few heartbeats. His fingers continued to tease and probe her nethers and push her back toward the edge. He found feel her entire body tighten around his tongue, preparing to release an explosion of energy, only this time he would allow it...   

[SweetSerenade]

Mei was an instrument for his enjoyment, and the pleasure began to burst through her with a surprising power. She was shocked, stunned, and more than a little drunk on everything that was happening. She was so confused, even as he played her as skillfully as he would his guitar. Her breath picked up, her hand pressing harder against her mouth as she was crying harder against her mouth. The pleasure building, rising, twisting within her like a living creature. A feeling of pleasure that broke across her body in waves of sensation and tingling. She shuddered and cried out with loss as he pulled away the moment she was about to feel that explosive sensation.

But it became worse, as she stood there shaking, his shoulders holding her up as she pressed her hands to the wall. She was assaulted once more by sensation and pleasure, and she found her body quivering and shaking with the power of his tongue and mouth. He was playing her, sucking and teasing her clit, and her body wasn't going to be able to handle it. Her eyes glazed, her breath quivering as she slammed her hand back over her mouth and tried to hold back on the scream that wanted to rip itself free. He was so gentle at first but then it changed into something of violence and aggression, as if he was trying to rip the orgasm from her.

He stretched her, teased her, sucked and licked, and all of it was building into something she couldn't understand. She had been so close to the edge before, and now her mind hazed as she screamed her pleasure against her hand. Her eyes closing as she lost the control of her body, her knees weakening and collapsing under her as she felt the world spin. Green eyes hazed with pleasure, dark hair tossed around and her breasts heaving as she breath. She looked down at him with that haze, shuddering softly. Her cheeks flush, lips plump from kissing and slightly parting. But it was the way she was still quivering, her wetness was dripping down her leg - and she was still quivering even as she stared down at those gorgeous blue eyes.

[Amandashow]

Yamato felt her toe the edge and threaten to spill over into a hard orgasm with every intention of allowing her to do so. The thought of her cumming over his mouth and tongue shot a thrill through him so violently he shuddered with an almost physical impact. His cock strained against the front of his jeans painfully, desperate to be freed and replace his probing tongue between her legs as if it possessed a will all its own. No, he decided. After hours of holding back, acting coy and teasing Yamato was through playing games. He would take her virginity while treating her to an earth shattering orgasm. The only problem with this revelation was that his boxes of condoms were located in the top drawer of his dresser in the bedroom. Quite the selection too, coming in a variety of flavors, colors and textures, a condom for every occasion!

He gasped against her cleft and took a ragged breath, meeting her gaze before rising up to stand again. His mouth was glistening with her arousal and he wiped his chin clean with the back of his hand. Without another word, Yamato effortlessly scooped Mei up in his arms and carried her out of the kitchen in his arms, down the hallway toward the bedroom. He left a little puddle of her clothes behind despite still being fully dressed himself and cradled her naked form to his middle, taking the twists and turns of the corridors gingerly with the precious cargo in mind.

The bedroom spilled out before them. The door rattled noisily against the wall as he booted it open then quickly closed it again with the heel of his boot. The only light came from the shining moon outside, bathing his bed in a silver ocean, giving the room a chilly air and making the blankets look all that more inviting.

They tumbled into bed together, him enveloping her body beneath his, Yamato's mouth returning to her chest breathlessly, licking and caressing. His hand found her sex still drenched and eager and seemed to swallow his fingers like a second, hungry mouth.

[SweetSerenade]

Mei was living in a dark twisted realm of pleasure and confusion, even as she seemed to be floating from the edges of the orgasm he had given her. The explosion that had rocked her mind and body was still sending shock waves of tingles through her. And she found herself shuddering as she watched him stand up, she was trying to process what he was going to say - but he didn't say anything. Instead he scooped her up, and then started to carry her through the house. Her pants left behind, her underwear left behind, even her shirt now left behind. The tank top apparently well and truly forgotten as he moved them through the halls.

She shuddered from the feeling of the chill on her body, her belly button ring glinting in the faint light that seemed to permeate his house -and her nipple piercings practically standing from the tightness of the little nerve bundles. She was aroused, and she had never been this badly aroused in her life. But a small part of her mind started working, and she found herself twisting just a little in his arms.

But she was on his bed before she knew it, and alarm bells started clanging in her mind like a storm warning in a harbor. She gave a small cry of surprise as soon as his mouth found her chest again, and his fingers buried themselves inside of her. Her body was tight, almost painfully tight - from the disuse and the action of never taking a partner. Now, now someone was touching her. Not just someone, but the someone she had crushed on from afar.

More alarm bells went off in her mind, even as she found herself moaning sweetly from the feeling of his fingers between her thighs. She tried to process her own thoughts, process her bodies sensations. She tried to focus, tried to stop herself even enough to acknowledge the warning bells in her mind. "Yamato..." She whispered softly, a small whimper rising in her throat as her hips rolled to meet the torment of his fingers buried inside of her. She needed to think, needed to focus - but it was nearly impossible with him touching her.

Fuck, what was she going to do? She couldn't risk this, couldn't risk being another notch on his bedpost. It would make going to the Digital World, working with the others, it'd make it absolute hell. Because she would know that as soon as she was home - she'd be tossed aside like everyone else. She was supposed to be Balance, but what did that even mean? She didn't even have balance for herself!

[Amandashow]

Alarm bells of a different sort were chiming in Yamato's head, ringing louder and louder until they were a gong sounding between his ears and would not be ignored much longer. The urge to plunge himself into Mei's body, to become one was reaching fever pitch. His body felt hot, scalding above her with so much pent up desire. The taste of Mei's nectar was still alive on his tongue; her smell permeated the room, driving him mad. "Mei," he whispered back in reply, murmuring her name darkly against her ear in between kisses. Her body constricted deliciously around his fingers and he longed for the sensation to be swallowing his tongue again. He arched his fingers inside her body, curling them back as they slide in and out of her quickly.

Mei's inexperience was showing but that was fine with Yamato. It meant that he got to teach her everything there was to know about lovemaking. Every time Mei made love from here onward would be compared to this night, to Yamato. Her lovers would inevitable filter back to her first time and with him here and now. His ghost would always be whispering to her from the dark corners of the bedroom, "Is he as good as I was that first night?" and turning the beautiful gift into a haunting curse.

He guided her fidgeting hands up the bottom of his shirt, letting her caress his toned upper body. The snap buttons of his shirt came free one by one, starting from the bottom until they were open all the way to the throat. The moonlight dyed the dazzling colors of his tattoos icy silver, as if his body were made of frost. He shrugged easily out of the shirt and it fluttered away made of a dark liquid. 

Yamato guided her up his taught torso, circling around a hard nipple over his pectoral muscles then his slender neck where he bent down to kiss at the pads of her fingertips, the palm of her hand. He withdrew his fingers from between her quivering thighs, wet and trailing wetness to unclasp the front of his jeans and slipped them down his thighs. His large cock, smooth and utterly hairless fell forward out of the fly, thankful to be free. The rods of his Jacob's ladder piercing glittered in the light, mirroring Mei's own nipples and naval, bisecting the length and just stopping short of the mushroomed shaped head of his penis, five in total.

[SweetSerenade]

Mei knew he was whispering her name, and she felt those alarm bells going off even more. She was lost in the sensations he was giving her lost in the tide of pleasure and learning. But what she didn't expect was him to grab her hand. She trailed them up, her mind spinning, her fingertips sliding over the flesh of his chest. She paused, confused and then flushing as she felt across his nipples. His shirt was open, falling away - thrown away. Her breath was catching in her throat as her hips bucked towards his hand. He was making a come hither motion deep inside of her, hitting a spot she couldn't understand.  He was sliding his fingers in and out, and using that motion, and her mind was starting to spin again.

Her mind rushed, twisted, and turned as she watched him with curious lust hazed green eyes. Her breath left her in a rush again, as she trailed her hands down his chest. Her hips bucked for a moment as his hand seemed to stop inside of her, sliding away and making her moan in confusion. She needed to get her mental facilities back, but the woman was enjoying this moment. Her eyes watched him, and then trailed down, widening and a small 'o' of surprise overtaking her mouth and facial features.

She looked up at him, a little confused at the glinting silver on his manhood, and at the way he seemed to be heading towards a part that suddenly sent screeching alarm bells through her. She pushed up, so she was propped up on her hands, watching him - trying to force her mind to focus. Shit, where was this... was he going to... Wait no, she couldn't do this.

She wasn't going to be another notch, another broken heart, another woman lost to his lust. She couldn't do that to herself, to her heart. She couldn't, she couldn't let that happen. "Yamato..." She said again, clearing her throat, trying to focus enough that she could tell him what she needed to say. That she could explain to him, that there wasn't anything wrong with him, but she just - she couldn't do this. Couldn't do this to herself. To the world, not when they had to go to the Digital World the next day.

[Amandashow]

Yamato followed her gaze as Mei appraised his naked body in a slow up and down motion until her eyes inevitable found his manhood and its accompanying piercings. Everyone reacted differently to seeing the barbells adorning the thick shaft and he was curious to know what Mei would do when she at last beheld them. He had seen it all. Some slithered away across the bed with hands clasped over their mouths in horror as if he had produced the grotesque visage of an H. R. Giger creation rather than his erect penis. Others had come closer curiously and taken him between their hands and explored him. They would run their fingers up the bars with their fingers, climbing the ladder; massage their thumb over the swollen head before walking back down again. Their inquisitiveness never failed to arouse him further, until his cock was so engorged and aching it felt as if the piercings would pop loose and fly across the room like burst pistons on an engine.

After sex would inevitably bring the question, "Why did he get it?" Granted no woman had ever complained while it was inside of her as the rods provided extra stimulation for both of them even whilst sheathed inside the confines of a condom. He had gotten the piercing in America, on their first tour to the states many years ago. While playing poorly ventilated basement bars in Los Angeles, Yamato had slept with a woman sporting multiple piercings through her genitalia and the rest of the night that wasn't spent riding him was used to convince Yamato to get a Prince Albert. The list of benefits was constitution length and the girl had gladly gone down each and every one in between bounds of hard fucking in order to get his agreement. He declined of course, having no desire to stake a metal rod through his dick but in the weeks that followed his mind always drifted back to the idea.

Soon he was googling information about such piercings and had even gone into a few parlors after shows but always backed out at the last minute, opting for tattoos instead. On his night of the tour in New York, before flying back to Japan, he took the plunge. The parlor reminded him of a dentist's office it was so sterile and clean, a far cry from the dives he had gotten his first tattoos at in L.A. He was busy explaining what he wanted to the artist (a gorgeous red-head, tight body, firm tits, arms and legs covered in sleeves of ink) when he spied a picture hanging from the vanity mirror behind the chair. All around were samples of the woman's work: Batman standing atop a shadowy roof adorning a bare back, nipples piercings through a pair of perfect breasts that were linked together by a silver chain, the wide labia between a pair of spread legs where a golden hoop threaded through the engorged clitoris. But what caught Yamato's eye was the photograph, almost candid in nature of an erect member with a series of metal rods passing through the base. The placement was surgically precise, each bar spaced expertly apart, impressive given its placement. She had followed his gaze to the picture.

"See something you like?" she teased.

As nervous as he was, Yamato found the experience relatively painless, hurting far less than the carp tattoo on his chest and taking a fraction of the time. The downside was of course being 'put down' for a few weeks while they healed but the results were surprising. Sex became so much more pleasurable for him and his partner, even masturbation with his own hand gliding up and down the metal barbells proved a thrilling experience.

Yamato opened the nightstand drawer and sifted around inside, searching for a condom for them with some difficulty in the low light. All the boxes he produced were empty or filled with used, open packages. Aside from personal protection and half-empty bottles of warming lubricant, the draw was jammed with scraps of paper with song lyrics scratched out on them, empty ink pens, a handful of loose change, a vibrating cock ring with a dead battery inside and a pack of juicy fruit. Panicked he wrenched open the second drawer and continued searching before at last hearing the telltale rattle of a full pack. The box advertised a thin fit, 'Like wearing nothing at all!' Using his teeth, he tore open the glossy packet and set to loop the sticky ring over the wide head of his member

[SweetSerenade]

Mei took that moment, that moment of focus to look at him. To look at the situation they were in. Though she was buzzing from her drink, and though she was still reeling with pleasure, her mind was screaming those clarion bells of alert. She looked up at him, then back down, her head cocking to the side as she let herself start to focus on what she needed to do. Her hands dropped away from touching him, though as she tried to get her brain to process everything. It was strangely beautiful, and she had never expected the piercings - spoken about in hush hush in fan circles - to be so artistic in their look. The artist aspect of her wanted to trace them, just to figure out the exact placing. Not as a sexual boost, but as a means for sketching. It was actually so perfectly space, that she found it hard to realize that...

Holy shit, those barbells were at least two inches apart from each other. That meant... Mei's eyes traveled up his length again, realizing that he was a good full ten inches at least. That gave her pause as she processed everything. It was in that moment she realized he was digging through his drawers for something, and her mouth came open agape. "Yamato." She said again, clearing her throat and scooting back just a little. Already he was digging in a second drawer and finally found what he was looking for. Her eyes widened as she realized it was condoms, and then her mind registered that she never even really bothered with birth control - it wasn't like she was actively having sex.

"Woah - Hang on!" She stated as she put her hands out against his chest, pressing them against his chest and pushing him back a little. "Yamato, it's not that... It's not that i haven't thought about something like this, because I have... shit who wouldn't..." Mei said as her cheeks flushed and she started to scoot herself away from him. "But I won't be another conquest, I wont' be another notch. I won't be another broken heart, with broken dreams." Mei whispered as she looked away from him. "Not with the whole world on the line, not with... the future on the line. I can't, we can't... we can't do this. The Digital World, our Mission there... it's more important than whatever I may have dreamed..." Mei stated as she stared right at him now.

"I can't have sex with you. I won't be your conquest."

[Amandashow]

When Mei placed her hands on his chest, Yamato instinctively moved closer, tilting his head to one side and searching for another kiss. His fingers eased the ring of the condom down the meaty shaft of his member, mindful of the rise and fall of the barbells and not tear the thin elastic. The pads of his fingers came away oily and scented like strawberries with his length sheathed safely inside a protective layer. His hands went to her hips, perhaps slid down to her flower again while she laid back into the cushion of pillows and sheets. Her first time should be delicate, Yamato coached himself. Tender and warm, be patient with her body and let it get used to being penetrated slowly. Let her feel every inch of you slid inside, let her believe that you are hers and hers alone.

The play was in its final act now and the climax waited! He searched for her mouth with his, anticipating to feel her eagerness in the form of another passionate embrace until the hand pressing into his middle became more firm, halting him in place.

"What is it?" he asked his voice coming out in a whisper, made low under the weight of sexual desire. "You don't have to worry, I'll go slowly so you-." But he was cut off. He relented under the weight of her hands and settled back to half-sit on his thigh at the corner of the bed, a look of confusion taking shape in his handsome features. Mei was going off script, adlibbing dialogue, changing the direction of the whole scene without warning him first. Yamato had the whole scene planned out in his head and it should have been like watching a movie unfold, starring himself as directed by himself with writing credits for yours truly. There was even a John Williams score swelling in his ears that had been cut short. The music screeched to a halt like the needle on a record player grinding against the vinyl.

Somewhere the director should have called cut and the crew drift in to reset the scene for another take but none of that happened. He watched helplessly as Mei scooted further away from him, head clearing with the distance and hastily explain why they could not have sex, not this time or any other.

"Mei," he started, hating how lame and desperate his voice sounded. He even extended a hand out to her like a lifeline to drowning victim only who was really in danger of going under? He opened his mouth to protest, to reassure her that this was anything but another conquest for him but found him unable to lie. His voice caught in his throat and the sound of dishonestly died in his mouth, tasted foul and threatened to choke him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and let the hand fall away. His libido was screaming for action. His cock throbbed painfully between his thighs, worse now that it was being denied and he cupped a sympathetic hand over the shaft in order to quell the worst of it.

It didn't help. At all.

"I'm sorry..." I'm sorry that I can't be a better man for you, he meant but couldn't bring himself to really say that. I'm sorry that I  can't be the Yamato you deserve.

[SweetSerenade]

His words were so sweet, and she wanted to have believed him. But this wasn't about the sex, this was about the future. She couldn't be what he wanted, what he needed. She couldn't be the kind of woman he enjoyed,she couldn't be the star he deserved. She scooted to the edge of the bed, the tears starting to form in her eyes as she shook her head. She felt the pain lance her heart like a knife in the dark, and she brought a hand up to clutch at her chest. Trying to breath properly, trying to keep herself from doing something stupid. She looked away from him, unable to stare at him after she had stopped what was probably his last time having sex before going to the digital world.

"I can't... I can't be used..." She whispered as she slipped off the edge of the bed, on the opposite side of him. She stumbled, fumbling for a moment. She hissed in pain as she slammed her knee into the wood at the foot of his bed, and she scrambled praying she would make it to the door without tripping again. She always made herself look like an idiot, but there she was running naked from his room. One hand clutched over her heart, and the other over her mouth as she tried to keep herself from making a sound. She couldn't be what he wanted, what he needed. She couldn't do it.

She needed to keep herself safe, as she always had. She couldn't risk the heart ache he would bring, she couldn't risk getting thrown aside. She would keep her dreams, as dreams. It was all she had ever hoped she would get, and even what little had passed between them was cutting her heart like a knife. She couldn't, she couldn't let herself hope for anything more than that. She couldn't be anything more than that. She bit off the sob as she finally made her way through the twists and turns and found her clothing in the kitchen. She dressed with shaking hands, the tears still threatening to fall.

But she was on her knees on his kitchen floor, her hands limp in her lap as the tears dropped and splashed on her hands. "I'm the problem, I can't be good enough for someone like you - yamato..." She whispered to herself as she stood up. She wiped at her face and trudged back to the living room, curling up on the couch, not even bothering with a blanket at that moment. She wanted the cold, it numbed her soul. She kicked off her pants, and curled up on the couch, staring across at the TV that was turned off.

[Amandashow]

Yamato watch helplessly as Mei explained, unable to do anything but nod his head lamely while every molecule of his being was screaming for action. She had been ready, beckoning him forward with her a sirens call, in the way her body moved and reacted to his caress. His lips were still tingling with the sensation of kissing her mouth. He brought his hands up, massaged his fingers over his puffy mouth as if he half believed the embrace had occurred at all. His fingertips still smelled of her sweet nectar, of her wanton arousal and he quickly dropped his hand away. The scent had throttled his brain and set it racing again, matched only by his hammering heart. Behind the cage of his ribs the muscle was having violent spasms like a panicked bird.

His cock throbbed painfully, oversensitive to the slightest touch until he could no longer bear to keep it covered by a hand. It felt three sizes too large for his body, heavy before him and weighed down by his aching testicles that had turned to burning brass in his scrotum. The whole thing was either going to burst apart beneath him like an overexerted engine or flood the condoms reservoir tip with his seed. He was so pent up Yamato was positive the discharge was liable to shoot through the protective latex and make a mess of the bedspread.

And still, Yamato wanted more, wanted Mei, more than he had ever desired a woman before. His palms burned to feel her flesh again, to run along her narrow waist and knead her bosom together while he buried his face in the nest of her flesh between her legs. His cock throbbed again in wake over his overcharged imagination, so agonizing that he winced and doubled over slightly, gritting his teeth to suppress a moan. His hands hovered over the livewire of a penis, flexing helplessly around it but not daring to touch. If he risked it now there was no guarantee he would be able to stop from finishing in from of the poor girl or throwing himself at her.

He watched her go, lamenting her absence before she was out of the room and winced again in empathy as Mei slammed her knee into the bed post. He didn't make any more to help or even ask if she was okay. It was clear any aide would be vehemently denied so...Yamato let her go and sat listening on the edge of the bed until the sound of her bare feet flapping the floor faded into silence. Without Mei in it, the room suddenly felt lonely, colder too until Yamato was sure his breath would cloud in the air. Massaging his hands up and down his arms and blowing into his palms for warmth, he peeled the condom free from his genitals. The process was slow and painful, like removing a second layer of skin with a cheese grater. Each bar of his Jacob's Ladder was agony and he had to pause, threatening fresh eruption until it slipped free and landed at the bottom of his trashcan in a sticky ball.

His cock was glistening in the moonlight of the room from the spermicide. The mushroom-shaped head, now engorged to an angry purple hue, was sticky with pre-ejaculate. Yamato threw himself onto his back in bed, tugging the sheet up to his chest to stare up at the ceiling. Mei was right, he mused, not seeing the lightless bulbs and still blades of the ceiling fan. She couldn't be another of his conquests, just another mark in his bedpost to be forgotten later. There had been such a woman lying here no less than twenty-hour hours ago, only she had given into him. She had willing offered her body as sacrifice to the living God and where was she now?

Yamato saw himself in the middle of a packed venue with seats that seemed to stretch out into infinite before him only instead of cheering fans; it was occupied by every woman he had treated so poorly. Gods how many are there? Their faces drifted in and out of focus at him from the darkness. Some were frowning, others wearily shook their heads but mostly, they cried.

He reached across the bed to the nightstand for his pack of Lucky 7's, hoping the demons could be chased away by the light of a torch but his hand fell over empty hair. Puzzled he sat up and glanced around before remembering they had been left in the kitchen, on the island and groaned. With one vice going unsated the second demanded it, spurring him to roll to the side of the bed and climb free from the twisted sheets and padded to the door of the bedroom. He listened down the hallway, not bothering to dress, for any hint that Mei was still awake. When nothing came, he held a breath and crept down the hall in the tip of his toes, hoping to snatch his cigarettes and lighter from the counter and be back in the bedroom and escape notice

[SweetSerenade]

Mei wasn't exactly sleeping yet, instead her mind was spinning in a whirlwind of everything that had happened. She had such a strong control on her life, till today. She should have, should she never have accepted the offer for the concert? Would things have been different? What would have happened if she had never made her way to that event with people she barely knew? She wasn't sure why she had even done it, not really. A chance to see Yamato after all those years? A chance to see from a distance what real friendship was like? Not that she didn't have friendship with Kari and T.K., but it felt like she would always be an outsider wherever she went. She didn't want to be a third wheel, or part of a group that only accepted her because they had to.

She knew that she wasn't good enough for their journey, but they insisted they needed her. The insisted she was one of them, even though she didn't feel like she was a part of them. She shook her head a little as she tucked her knees up to her chest, her head burying in her knees as she let the pain roll through her. Everything that happened that day, the fuzziness she felt when Yamato touched her, the feeling of euphoria, the feeling of terror. She wasn't sure how she'd process all this, how she'd survive being in the digital world.

With a sigh she rubbed her hands over her face, fighting back the tears. She went dead still as she heard Yamato walking through the kitchen, and found herself shaking just a little. She had started smoking again, and now that craving was filling her. She was freaking out, and she needed to soothe herself. She was going to let him grab whatever he was grabbing, and get going. She was going to wait till he had left, and as soon as he had she was going to go get a smoke of her own.

Even if her body was in turmoil, on fire from the arousal he had built, she needed to handle that situation too. Even though it would be frustrating and hard to complete without being a pain in the ass for her, and possibly risking a discovery from the digimon. She was quiet, and still, and she waited. Waited and hoped, prayed that Yamato would just get going.

[Amandashow]

Yamato winced with every step. The cold tile floor of his apartment bit at the soles of his bare feet until he was practically dancing his way down the hallway. The pictures along the wall seemed to be watching him pass, a trick of the imagination giving him the distinct feeling of being quietly judged from the shadows. Elvis Presley, forever frozen in a vintage picture shaking hands with President Nixon, seemed to ask what had happened. You've never struck out before, Yamato-man. He could hear Elvis country swagger voice drifting from the frame while the ex-President of the United States grinned knowingly. The two figures drifted closer together in the gloom, as if they were about to share a private jest at Yamato's expense, Nixon already smiling in anticipation.

The living room opened up before him, cavernously wide in the dark, giving him a chill that had nothing to do with the cool air. He paused, searching the darkness until his eyes adjusted well enough to see the rhythmic breathing of Nyamon and Gabumon. The two were nestled together within the warm confines of the pillow and blanket fort, one indistinguishable from the other and tangle of sheets. It should have been a comforting sight. It certainly was one he envied. The entire evening had been building up to he and Mei in bed together, falling asleep in roughly the same manner as the digimon but something had gone terribly awry. They were off-script and studio executives were scurrying about the apartment set trying to get the scene back on track. A producer was speaking to the director alone in one corner, looking livid. The climax had been spoiled but who was to blame? Mei was the forerunner it seemed for rushing out of bed but what about Yamato himself? Certainly he bore some of the blame, perhaps even more than she. His lecherous ways had finally caught up with him, it seemed.

God when was the last time someone had turned him down for sex? Yamato honestly couldn't remember. Somewhere along the way the act had lost all intimacy and lovemaking evolved into fucking. That was it. Yamato no longer made love or even had sex, he fucked. Got fucked. Fucked up.
His eyes fell on the sofa, sensing Mei's presence rather than seeing her over the back of the furniture. He wanted to say something to her but paused, thinking the act selfish since it seemed born from his confusion rather than concern for her well-being. No, it was best to let her be, perhaps breach the subject again in the morning in the light of the day. Fully clothed.

The thought made his sex throb angrily up at him, doubling him over again. He was yet to lose his erection, would likely be stuck with it for a while as he doubted even masturbating would be enough to calm it down. He padded quietly over to the island and spied the small rectangle that was unmistakably a box of cigarettes and snatched them up. Automatically he fished one free and clamped it between his lips but did not light it right away. Instead he appraised Mei's huddled for, thinking that she looked so incredibly small and helpless, a wounded animal in the jaws of some mechanical contraption by the strings of her heart.

He hovered closer, suddenly overcome with the urge to stoop down and brush her hair aside, kiss her forehead but resisted and retreated back to the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

[SweetSerenade]

Mei was still shaking, just barely, as Yamato made his progress through the kitchen. He managed to get his smokes, and Mei stayed curled where she was. Her flesh burned, ached, thrummed, from his touch. She had been so close to something so beautiful, and she had ruined it. But she knew it was the right thing to do, she knew it was what she had to do. She shook there, on the couch, as her body ached from the release she had not been able to have. Her hand slid down her stomach, and tapped there at the band of her underwear. She wanted to so badly, she wanted to touch and tease and finish what he started. Give herself the release she needed, craved so badly.

Instead the woman curled her legs up tighter and buried her face in her hands, allowing herself the chance to cry herself to sleep. It was a hard feeling, falling asleep this way would bring her a multitude of nightmares. Already the stress of the day was dragging her sleeping mind down, and she found herself spinning in a world of pleasure and pain. Her sleeping mind was overcome with the images from the video her family had received. The one that had shown them exactly how her father had died. The pain, the pleasure, the absolute feeling of torment and defeat. She remembered being much younger, watching that video with wide eyes as she realized what it meant.

It was probably only a few hours, that she slept, not even really midnight or one in the morning. She awakened with a small strangled scream her hand covering her mouth. She was crying, but her half-asleep mind wanted the only thing that could work. Her body traveled down the pathways to the room she had run from not that long ago. Just her tank top and underwear, and she pushed open the door. She stumbled into his room and collapsed on the edge of his bed. "Yamato..." She said in a hoarse voice, the tears obvious as she buried her face in the edge of his mattress, shaking like a leaf in a storm. She had not broken free from the tree, but she was damn close to it.

"Can... Can I just rest here please... the nightmares are too much... I don't want to be alone." She said in a tear-hoarse cry, she crawled up on the bed, crouching there and looking like hell. Her dark hair a tangled mess around her head, and the tears still dripping from her eyes. He knew that something happened to her dad, he didn't know how bad it was. Or that she and her mother had seen the video recording of her father's death. He didn't know any of that, she was just hoping that he would take her in and give her the rest she needed.

[Amandashow]

Yamato tumbled back into bed, stretching out onto his back with his pack of cigarettes clutched tightly between his fingers. The cardboard carton felt more like a lifeline in his hand, tugging him back to reality after spending so much of his evening in the lie of his bedroom. He flipped the box open and fished one of the sticks free along with the lighter from within, pinching it between his lips. Lighting it in the darkness of his room, it looked for a moment like a dazzling flower had blossomed in his hand, then was snuffed out. He shook the lighter like it was a match to put it out, an old habit. The pillows had been knocked to the floor in their moment of passion so he used the back of his hand to cushion his head against the mattress. He could still feel their shared warmth tingling against the chilly flesh of his back.

The grey haze collected over his sightless eyes, taking the monstrous shape of Kuwagamon via the power of his overactive imagination. Was it a coincidence that it had been the same Digimon creature they had encountered so many years ago? Maybe.... history repeats itself or so his teachers always liked to remind. He waved a hand to clear the air and something far worse materialized in the wake: the woman from last night. A pang of guilt punched a hole through his sternum. How could he have dismissed her like that, treated her so terribly? She had been terrorizing his conscience all day and he did not even know her name. Perhaps that was the biggest tragedy of all.

Yamato blinked, realizing that the filter was sizzling between his fingers and quickly stamped it out on the ash tray beside him. He quickly lit another, his nerves still in a frenzy despite the nicotine break. His free hand groped to his sex, still aching and swollen beneath the thin bedsheets. He half-heartedly gave it a tug, wanting to be rid of the bothersome erection more out of frustration than any further sexual desire. Masturbation could hardly compare when he had been so close to having her though again, he could not blame her from fleeing. His body was whispering sweet promises to her that the rest of him could not keep. The way his arms embraced her said they would always be there to catch her. His lips promised to know only hers. His fingers, so nimble and clever with her, swearing happiness and laughter forever after. Mei was protecting her heart; how could he possibly fault her for that?

He gave up trying to finish himself and tossed onto his side like a scolded child. He put his half-smoked cigarette out and stalked to the long windows lining his bedroom and peered out into the night. The first patters of rain were streaking down the glass soundlessly. Spectral flashes of lightning dazzled the sky but no noise of thunder followed. He pressed his forehead into the glass, admitting to himself that, despite knowing how terrible he was for Mei, he still desired her. It was completely selfish, Yamato knew, but it was the truth. He would bring the poor girl nothing but sorrow and misery and perhaps a lifetime of healing for a broken heart and he still willed her to share his bed.

God, what a damn bastard, he mused to the storm. Maybe that should be my new Crest...wonder what that will evolve Gabumon into? The thought made him laugh, a harsh, bitter sound. It certainly sounded more accurate that 'Friendship'. What kind of friend would have such selfish thoughts? God, he needed a drink but did not want to chance another venture into the living room to retrieve the bottle. Instead, he retreated into the bathroom, to his medicine cabinet, where his non-prescription prescriptions' were arranged into a neat row of orange bottles. They were all made out to him but Yamato had never once set foot into a doctors' office for a checkup. Just another 'perk' of being a rock n roll star with Yoshi Masahara for a manager. He unscrewed the cap on the valium and downed a capsule with a cupped handful of water.

He did not remember falling back into bed at all. instead, his memory was eclipsed with nightmarish images conjured up for a bad conscious and illegal drugs. Suddenly, he was at summer camp again, being pulled into the Digital World, only he had not regressed in age. Kuwagamon had just begun his assault, looking far more monstrous in his dreams that in reality.... when Mei called his name.

"Mei..." he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. Was he still dreaming? It would certainly explain why she was chancing another visit to his bed. His tongue felt like heavy sandpaper in his mouth. Yamato coughed into his fist, struggling to keep his head above the water of chemically induced sleep and drowning. He repeated her worries back at her, sounding confused, trying to puzzle the words together like the pieces of a jigsaw. He could certainly relate about not wanting to be alone with nightmares. Her presence would be appreciated even if all of this was happening in his mind. He nodded, opening the sheet up to her. He was still naked beneath them, masked in shadow. He didn't own any pajamas, hadn't for years. All of his underwear had been taken as souvenirs by groupies ages ago. Now they were depleting his supply of socks.

Another flash of lightning cut through the night, momentarily turning it to day.

[SweetSerenade]

Mei crawled into the bed as soon as he told her she could, he moved the sheets aside and she curled up under them. Just her sports bra and underwear, but she was shivering as if she had been stuck in the winter air. She gave a small startled sound at the flash of lightning and the sound of rumbling thunder that came shortly after. Her hands covered her ears as she gave a low whimper and buried herself back against Yamato. She was too half-asleep to notice, or care, that he was naked. Her breath rushed from her as her body curled into a ball and she tucked her knees close to her face. Her hands covering her ears as she shook.

It seemed that the storm itself was a problem for the young woman, and she found her mind slowly numbing and spinning away into a blissful state of release. Her breath left her in a small rush as finally her breathing evening out as her mind spun into blissful numb sleep. Her body relaxed slowly, pressing back against him as sleep took her in it's arms. She was warmer now, than she had ever been when sleeping alone. Her mind and body reaching a state of relaxation the young woman had not had in a long time.

Time passed them by, and morning slowly started to weave it's way towards the young individuals in the bed. Mei was pressed back against Yamato, her small body matched perfectly against his frame. Her arm thrown over her head, wrapped back with her fingers in his hair, a pleasant sigh leaving her as her sleeping body wiggled back closer against the body that was pressed against her. She gave a small happy moan, her ass pressing back just a little against him. In her sleep her sports bra had pushed up over one of her breasts, half on and half off of her body at this point. The morning light catching off of the metal of her piercing, and the chill of the room hardening the little nub into an aching peak. The sheets, in their slumber, had tangled between the waists of the two young adults, and Mei found herself quiet happy to sleep like this.

[Amandashow]

Yamato shifted instinctively as Mei crawled in to join him, turning slightly on his side and allowing her to settle into the crook of his body. Outside, the storm was collecting into a furious gale that lashed his windows with rain, rattling the glass in the pane. More flashes of lightning were answered by rumbles of thunder. All this was lost on them however, as the two dropped off to sleep again almost at once. Yamato couldn't help himself but cuddle into her back and drape a protective arm over her slender frame, hugging her to his chest. It was another automatic gesture, done in sleep. He bowed his head into the nap of her neck, inhaling the scent of her hair and hummed drowsily, relaxing almost at once.

His subconscious eased back into dreams, only they were much less troublesome and he slept through the night more peacefully than he had in years.

Morning sunlight crept into the room in a lazy arch until it's warmth was lapping at the foot of the bed, at their toes. The storm clouds had been driven away after blowing themselves out all evening. The glistening streets were the only evidence there had been a storm at all. Now the sky was a cloudless blue, the color of baby's breath in the early morning. The light filtering in from the open curtains roused Yamato from sleep but he made no motion to move. He willed himself to return to sleep, to whatever pleasant dreams he was having. He snuggled closer to Mei, turning his head to press his cheek into the nap of her neck. It never occurred to him to question her presence, too busy savoring it, appreciating the closeness. His arm constricted around her middle, fingers fanning out over her exposed abdomen and sliding up high to discover her bare breast. Momentarily perplexed by its appearance, his fingers flexed over the tender flex, giving it a light squeeze before massaging over the stiffness of her nipple and piercing.

Memories of what almost was the night before flooded his subconscious, forcing Yamato away. He was startled to find her beside him, having assumed her crawling into his bed was a cruel concoction of the medication, drowsiness and wishful thinking. Now, here she was, the literal girl from his dreams, pressed half naked against him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

[SweetSerenade]

Mei slept deeply, in a world of twisting colors and realities. Perhaps she was unaware of what her own mind was dreaming, or what her body was doing. But the young woman instinctively pressed herself closer to the male of which she was pressed back against. Her fingers played in his hair, a small mewling sigh of pleasure leaving her at the feeling of his face pressed into her neck. His arm tightened, and she wiggled all the closer, and sighed happily in sleep. In her dream land things were just as happy, quite different than here. The group had saved the Digital world and were returning home, Mei and the others hailed as heroes for the work they had done. In her dreams she had a future, and that future was standing beside Matt a bright smile on her face and a rather noticeable curve to her stomach.

The real Mei was stirring just a little from the feeling of his hand sliding up her flesh. She released a small pleasured mewl when his hand slid up and started to ghost over her chest. Her breath hitched and then was released, a soft moan leaving the young woman's lips. Her ass pressed back against him, wiggling just a bit, a natural response to the pleasure he was bringing her with her breast. She gave a breathy sigh, moaning again as soon as he started to massage over her piercing and flesh. Her moan getting a little louder as she squirmed just barely in his arms. "Ah... Yamato..." She murmured, her voice groggy and heavy with sleep. A sigh leaving her as her body pressed back against him again, a shiver of pleasure racing across her flesh.

The closeness to him, and the joy of her dreams, was causing a dampness between her thighs. She had been pent up for so long, that even what little they had done the night before had lit a small flame within the young woman. He was touching her, playing with her and all she could do was moan softly, her mind still half in sleep as she rolled herself against him and her hand played in his hair. "Mmm that feels nice."

[Amandashow]

Her responses to his touch brought wonderful memories back to Yamato of their one night of passion. The sensation of her bare skin against his hands, the hardness of her piercings against the coarse pads of his fingers was invigorating. The sweets sound of her pleasure spurred him further, ghosting his hands over the bottom of the sports bra, lifting it higher on her chest to expose the other breast. He caressed each in turn, allowing languid strokes. Why hurry? Certainly there was still time to enjoy the simple pleasures of lying in bed together before setting out on a dangerous journey?

Yamato turned his face to her back, giving her throat a chaste kiss. The taste of her flesh between his lips aroused a bottomless hunger, recalling her uniqueness on his tongue like an exotic spice. His mouth practically watered as he groped his mouth along her shoulders, up her neck before sating themselves on Mei's earlobe. He breathed her name seductively, burying his face in the tangle of her bedhead, relishing the way her hands flexed into his scalp.

His own arousal met hers, starting as a lazy sleep-erection against her buttocks but now was standing stalk stiff against her lower back. The wanton ach returned full force, swelling his cock to its full length but he made no move to rush. For now, he was perfectly content exploring her body with his hands and lips, hungry to coax more sweet music from her. His favorite instrument, he thought fleetingly, slipping one hand down her thigh to the thin fabric of her panties. His fingers numbly teased the band, tracing along her taught tummy, all the while threatening to slip inside and caress her most intimate of places. Each time though, he would pull away just shy of sampling her wetness.