Yamato's POV

"Matt?" he says, extending the vowel to a childish whine. It doesn't seem to matter how much older we grow; he still acts like a little kid. And its little kids we should be worrying about now, our siblings and their friends who have been pulled back into the digital world. Fair enough, TK and Kari have been there before, but what are they going to do without us, now that we aren't there with them?

"Matt?" he says again, and I sigh. I have another little kid to contend with here.

I turn my head to the other older sibling in question, Tai. We are lying down under the canvas of a tent, on a camping trip that is much more than a camping trip- it's a cover up mission to hide the where-abouts of the new digidestined, who are currently back in the digital world.

"Matt?" he says again.

"What?" I sound more annoyed than I am. It's a trait I have. I always seem to act like he's annoying me, even when he's not.

We argued so much back when we were digidestined, back in the digital world, fighting the big bad guys. A constant battle for dominance, me verses him. I guess it became habit after a while.

"Do you have any food?"

I sigh, and sit up, sliding my legs out of the sleeping bag. I'm still dressed, only in the sleeping bag for warmth. He looks up at me, perplexed as I stretch my hand out to pull him up.

"Let's go look."

He grins broadly at that, and I feel my icy exterior melting, as it always does where he's concerned. He grabs my hand and heaves himself up. He's only dressed in the tracksuit pants he always wears to sleep in. Why is he never cold? I remember once when he fell asleep on the balcony of my apartment in the middle of winter and slept there all night, waking up to say he felt too hot. And there I am, shivering at the summer breeze.

As we stumble through the tents I can't help but stare at his back. It's tanned and lightly toned, and… I shake my head violently to clear it of these thoughts. I must stop thinking of things like that whilst we're here. There are bigger things to worry about than my years-old crush on the idiot in front of me…

Tai's POV

Stumbling through the campsite I can't help but wish that I'd thought to bring a torch with us. Although I'm surprised enough that Matt agreed to come with me in the first place, so maybe I shouldn't complain.

It's not often that the object of your affections agrees to stumble in the middle of the night through guy-ropes and discarded camp equipment just to satisfy your stomach.

We reach the van, and I noticed that he was shivering, and I immediately feel guilty at having dragged him out of the tent. I forget how easily Matt gets cold.

We get the food and hurry back to the tent, where he gets straight into his sleeping bag without taking his clothes off. He's still shivering, and after I've demolished the food I try and think of a way to get him warm. I'm sitting there a long time before a line that our camp instructor told us, back at that fateful summer camp, in event of pneumonia.

"The easiest way to warm a person up is to share body heat"

I blush at the idea of lying next to him.

Yamato's POV

I'm just drifting off into a troubled, cold sleep when Tai pokes me roughly in the shoulder. I roll over and glare at him, but he just grins back.

"You still cold?"

I nod. There is no point pretending with him anyway, he knows full well how cold I am. He sighs, and for a reason I don't quite understand unzips my sleeping bag.

"Hey!" I yell, as a wave of cold air rolls over me, freezing my body all over again, just as there might have been a possibility of thawing.

Before I can protest more, I notice what he's doing.

He's zipping our sleeping bags together?

Tai's POV

Honestly, it's not just an excuse to share a bed with him. His cheeks are flushed with cold, and I feel really guilty for taking him outside in the first place. I get in next to him, and we lie back to back. I can feel his jumper irritating my skin, but I don't care.

We lie like that for a while, me feeling extremely uncomfortable as a rock digs into my side. I fidget turn over, and he rolls over as well, glaring at me.

Only now we are uncomfortably close, our chests almost touching. I see he is still flushed with cold, and sigh heavily, wrapping my arms around he shoulders.

As long as he doesn't move away, nothing matters.

"Wha...What are you doing?" he says, voice slightly muffled as he has buried his face in the crook of my neck.

"Warming you up, idiot. Now be quiet and go to sleep."

I feel a rush of pleasure as he wraps his arms around my waist, and I resist the urge to bury my head in his hair, as nice as it smells, and I just lie back, savouring the body contact.

Yamato's POV

If I could, I would lie like this for hours, savouring the warmth that his body gives me. I can feel the soft skin of the small of his back against my fists, and my face is embedded in the warmth of his neck.

I can feel his breathing, and I can tell he's not asleep.

We lie like that for what feels like a long time, until I thaw, warm up and then get decidedly too hot in my jeans and thick jumper. I roll away from him and am satisfied to see him look at me with a pleading look in his eyes, which is gone in almost an instant. Pulling off my jumper and shirt, I watch him out of the corner of my eye. His eyes are roving casually up and down my chest, and as I roll back to him he sighs deeply as our skin meets.

I've moved upwards now, and we are face to face, both blushing slightly. His arms move hesitantly to my neck as mine wrap around his waist. They grip tighter as I reduce the amount of space between us even more, entwining our legs together. I can feel the heat from his breath on my cheeks and I can smell his own, unique smell that to me says nothing more than Taichi, pure and simple.

We are so close, and he's not pulling away.

And now he's nibbling on his bottom lip, making it go redder than it was before. I consider resisting the urges that my brain in sending my body, and then decide not to.

Right now, we are perfect.

I lean down and steal a chaste kiss from his lips. His eyes widen with surprise, and stare at me, before closing them and pushing himself back onto my lips, tilting my head, deepening the kiss.

I cant think about the consequences of this. If he doesn't want me tomorrow then I'll do whatever he needs me to do to make life easier for him.

Tonight, however, he's not protesting.

And I'll hold him, and kiss him, and pretend that we're together.

It's what I want, anyway.

Tai's POV

I run my fingers through his hair, moaning softly into the kiss. His tongue is in my mouth, mine in his, and neither seem willing to leave. I press myself closer to him, skin on skin, heat sharing heat.

I don't want to think about morning because I don't know what will happen, and for now I don't want to think about it. For now I'll stay here, secure in his arms, and just hope that he'll still feel the same in the morning.

As day will break, I'll tell him. I'll tell him how I truly feel, because I cant keep in bottled in anymore. It may ruin everything, but it may be the start of something more.

We'll just have to wait and see.

For now, I'll just kiss him back and keep him warm.

It's all I've ever wanted to do, after all.