Requester: Cyclone5000

Prompt: "On a scale of 1 to 10, how hard do you want me to hit you?"

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how hard to you want me to hit you?"

"Hmmm." Taichi pretended to think really hard about the question, index finger and thumb on his chin and all. "How about you don't hit me at all?"

Yamato gave him an incredulous look. "After you left me alone wi—"

"Unless," Taichi interrupted. "You meant 'hit on,' in which case 10. Or 11. Or higher. How high did the scale go again?"

This stumped Yamato and his hands, which had been balled into fists at his sides, relaxed.

Taichi blinked at him expectantly.

"Wha…?"

"You're not doing a very good job of hitting on me, you know."

"W-why would I be hitting on you? Why would I want to hit on you?"

"You're the one that asked the question in the first place."

"No I didn't! I asked how hard you wanted to be punched. And if you don't answer, then I'll just decide by myself."

"You asked about hitting."

"Same thing as punching."

"Now you're just playing hard to get, and leaving me to do all the hard work of hitting on you."

Yamato looked incredulous. "Why would you be hitting on me? We don't like each other like that." Though, even to Yamato's own ears, he sounded uncertain with that last bit.

Taichi shook his head in a pretend-disappointed manner. "Now you're just lying to yourself. And to me. Besides, that's not even the point. The point is that you don't actually want to punch me."

"Taichi."

"Yes?"

"You left me alone with Jun."

"Yes."

"Jun Motomiya."

"Yes."

"That means you deserve a punch in the face."

"No."

"Taichi."

"Yamato, listen. Leaving you alone with Jun was me being a good wingman."

Yamato dropped his face into his palm, shaking his head. "Taichi, if I didn't like her two years ago, what makes you think I would like her now?"

"People change?"

Yamato lifted his head, quirking an eyebrow at Taichi. "You know I'm gay."

"Even so, you've never shown any interest in other men. Not even that one hot guy that keeps hitting on you after all of your gigs."

"He's not my type."

"None of them are."

"Someone will be."

"Face it; I'm the only one who's your type."

The two contemplated each other in silence for a minute. Taichi could see the gears turning; see the hesitation, the hope, the fear. He decided to push a bit more:

"You do realise that if we start dating, then Jun will leave you alone for good, right?"

Jun. The letch. After two years of peace, the older woman was back to bothering Yamato, begging him for a date, or even just attention. She had come running after the two in the park, screaming Yamato's name. And Taichi had left Yamato alone with her, bolting when she approached.

Though, Yamato thought, what Taichi was now saying was true. If he started dating Taichi, then Jun might realise that he would never be interested in women—least of all her—and leave him alone. Maybe. Hopefully. It was worth a shot.

Yamato smiled at Taichi, silently accepting this new stage in their relationship.

Taichi grinned widely in response to the positive answer.

"Kiss to seal the deal?" Taichi asked.

"Sure." Yamato said with a shrug, moving closer to Taichi. "But first." And he proceeded to slam a fist into the brunet's cheek.

Taichi stumbled, but didn't go down. He did, however, bring a hand up to rub at his now-sore cheek.

"I take it that was something like a 4? Or a 5, tops?"

Yamato shrugged, smiling broadly. "Something like that." He moved closer to Taichi again. "Shall I kiss it better?"

Taichi chuckled, moving his hand from his cheek to the back of Yamato's head, pulling him close.

"You absolute bastard." Taichi commented, before bringing Yamato in for a long-awaited kiss.