Title: Infectious
Pairing: Taichi/Koushiro
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 275


Taichi was leaning against him, breath heavy over his neck.

Koushiro was self-aware enough to realise that, under different circumstances, he might appreciate the feeling. Right now, however, it was proving to be a most frustrating distraction.

"Is it done yet?" Taichi asked for the sixth time in the last ten minutes.

Koushiro grit his teeth and concentrated on the binary code in front of him.

There was a brief pause.

"What about now?"

Koushiro resisted the urge to growl.

By now Taichi was bouncing around slightly, boredom obviously getting the better of him, every movement jolting Koushiro and his patience further.

"Not. Just. Yet." It took every ounce of self-control Koushiro possessed not to scream the words.

Taichi sighed dramatically and propped his chin on Koushiro's shoulder, staring blankly at the screen.

"I can't even begin to fathom what you were attempting to download to infect the hard-drive with such a devastating virus," Koushiro snapped, fingers flying over the keys.

He could practically feel Taichi blush without turning to look. "What I was downloading isn't important. All that matters is that Hikari will slaughter me if she finds out I used her laptop while she was away."

Koushiro made a vague noise of agreement.

Taichi squirmed a little, pressing against Koushiro's back. "You can fix it, right?" he asked nervously.

Koushiro snorted. "Of course, if you'll just -"

He didn't get to finish his sentence, since Taichi suddenly cheered and wrapped his arms around Koushiro's chest, burying his face in Koushiro's hair.

"You're the best!" he cried, voice vibrating against Koushiro's ear.

Yes, Koushiro could definitely admit to appreciating this feeling, distractions be damned.