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Notes: No special notes. Takes place a little after season two.

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Dinner
By: Daystar-chan

He certainly hadn't been expecting Yamato to smother a half-melted bar of candy in his hair, after all. (Taito, implied Kenari)
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"You owe me dinner tomorrow night," the blond informed him cheerily. Taichi's eyes narrowed.

"I do not. The agreement was if Hikari started dating Daisuke or Takeru, then I would owe you dinner. There was nothing in it about Ken."

Yamato snorted. "We agreed if she started dating one of the Chosen, you moron. Ken is a Chosen, in case you've forgotten."

"Quit trying to twist everything around to your advantage! I'm telling you, Ken wasn't involved in the bet at all." Taichi threw himself down onto the couch with a little more force than necessary and snatched the bowl of popcorn from his boyfriend. "You just don't want to hold up to your end of the bargain, coward."

Perhaps that had been going a bit too far, Taichi later reflected. He certainly hadn't been expecting Yamato to smother a half-melted bar of candy in his hair, after all. Chocolate was a pain to wash out.

He poked his head into the bedroom, and then quietly wandered over to the bed; Yamato was curled up on top of the blankets reading a book and didn't even bother to look up as Taichi cleared his throat.

"I'm busy," the blond snapped, blue eyes narrowing as they continued moving over the pages. Taichi, however, wasn't at all perturbed. He merely sat down on the bed, wrapped his arms around Yamato, and grinned.

Yamato considered whacking Taichi over the head with his book, but the brunette had made sure to pin his arms down. His struggling only made Taichi snuggle closer. "How's this - dinner at your favorite restaurant for the next three days and... I'll clean house for you tomorrow!"

There was silence for a moment, as Yamato slowly stopped moving, and then, with obvious amusement in his voice --

"Throw in some ice cream, and you've got yourself a deal."