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Digimon OTP week

Prompt 8: Freebie

Prompt from freebutterflyfly: Silly fight and (great) make out afterwards

A/N: Putting the 'great' in parentheses because I'm bad at make out scenes... :P

I'm so sorry! This was supposed to be out ages ago! Originally, I started with a completely different idea, but I didn't like it at all—the writing wasn't flowing. I tried working with it, but I really didn't like it, so I started this one from scratch. Part of why this is so late. Not too sure about this one, either, but it's so mega-late, that I'm posting it now. Again, apologies for the lateness!

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If someone were to ask Ishida Yamato how his life was, his answer would be positive, and he would say that he was very happy with his life, thank you very much. He had a great boyfriend—whom he'd been together with for over four years—he had a steady income, which allowed him and his boyfriend—whom, also, had a well-paying job—move into their own apartment, he had a Master's degree in a field he loved—astrophysics—and he was currently pursuing a PhD in said field.

Things were going very well—at least in a broad sense. Specifics, on the other hand... Well, there were always those days.

Today happened to be one of 'those days;' the days when everything seemed to be going wrong.

The day had started off quite normal: he had woken up to his alarm at 6, made coffee (spilling some of the grounds, but he had thought nothing of it, at the time), then he had grabbed his pre-packed swimming bag, and headed for the local pool. Yamato had taken up swimming after moving into the new apartment, some two years ago. He really enjoyed the weightlessness and silence that the chlorinated water offered. It was a great start to the day, in his opinion.

However, this morning, he had gotten to the changing rooms, and realised that he had forgotten to pack his goggles. Oh well, he had thought, he could always swim breaststroke without them, keeping his head above the water. And that was what he had done. Of course, his morning swim hadn't been as relaxing as usual, due to hearing all the chatter of the elderly, gossiping water joggers in the next lane over.

Yamato also finished his swim early, not liking the slow pace of his adjusted swimming style. Still, though, he didn't think poorly of the day; there was bound to be a day he'd forget something, and he just had to improvise and adapt. No biggie, he thought, making his way home to drop off his swimming stuff, and pick up his university bag.

Taichi had greeted him with a quick peck on the cheek, otherwise shoving past him at the door, muttering about getting called in too early.

Yamato had just smiled, wished him a good day, and proceeded to hang his wet things to dry. He grabbed his black shoulder bag, and left the apartment.

On the way to the university, he had managed to—just barely—avoid being hit by a car. In doing so, he had jumped into the path of a bicycle that had almost collided with him. The cyclist had yelled obscenities at him, whilst pedalling away.

With a sigh, Yamato pushed himself into the main door of the university—only to crash into it. He took a step back, pulling the glass door open, instead. He entered the building to giggles.

Walking into his office, Yamato dropped his bag onto a vacant chair, booting up his laptop. He sat down, tapping in his password. He opened his e-mail, noting the five unread ones. One was from the editor of Astronomy & Astrophysics—an international scientific journal that he had submitted a manuscript to.

Rejected.

Heaving yet another sigh, Yamato sat back in his chair, knowing that he would have to go tell his supervisor about the rejection in about an hour. He also knew that that conversation would not go well.

In the mean time, he should make himself his mid-morning coffee. That is, is he had remembered to bring a new packet of grounds in this morning.

It was only half past nine on a Tuesday morning, and his day was already going to hell. Well, Yamato thought, as he dropped his head onto his desk with a groan, things can only improve from here, right?

Wrong; things had only continued going badly, and Yamato had decided to leave his office early.

He got home (having almost fallen flat on his face three times) at three, wanting nothing more than to spend a few hours moping, until Taichi came home and tried to force him to smile. His boyfriend had the power to make the worst of days seem good. Now, however, Yamato just wanted to be sad; he didn't want Taichi to cheer him up. He deserved a good mope, after the day he had had.

He should have known better than to think that the universe would let anything go right today.

"Welcome home, Yama!" Came the cheery greeting, as the blond stepped into the apartment. "You're home early. What's wrong?"

Yamato walked past the brunet, fully intent on going to his personal room, and locking the door.

"Yama?"

"Not now, Taichi."

"What's wrong?" Taichi hurried to catch up with Yamato, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Yamato turned sharply, knocking the hand off. "Don't touch me, and leave me alone." He turned back around, heading for his room—only to be blocked by a glaring Taichi.

"Tell me what's wrong!"

"Drop it! I just want to be alone, so get out of my way."

"No."

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Taichi, move!"

"Make me!"

Yamato's right hand shot up, ready to shove the other male to the side. Somehow, though, he lost all energy, and the hand fell back to his side.

"Taichi, please just get out of the way, and leave me alone. I honestly don't want to deal with you right now."

Taichi crossed his arms over his chest, widening his stance. "I'm not moving until you tell me what's wrong. I know you, Yamato; you're just going to go to your room and wallow in self-pity, until you fall asleep. And then tomorrow you won't say anything about it, pretending that nothing happened. I'm not letting you do it."

The anger was returning to Yamato, but, at the same time, he didn't have the energy to be angry. As a matter of fact, he didn't have the energy to do anything other than drop to the ground and just be.

"Taichi..."

"Yamato, please. Please tell me what's wrong, and how I can make it better."

Sensing that he had lost the fight, Yamato let himself slump to the ground, eliciting a sorrowful look from his boyfriend.

"Everything. Everything is going wrong; swimming, I got rejected again, my advisor yelled at me, calling me an idiot, and saying I'm wasting his time. And just everything." Yamato covered his face with his hands. "I walked into a door." He didn't even have the energy to let his frustration out with tears. "Can't this day be over already?"

Taichi kneeled down next to his boyfriend, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Hey," Taichi used his other hand to lift Yamato's chin, and locked eyes with him. "It's going to be ok. Things aren't really as bad as you think."

Yamato lowered his gaze again. "I know, but I just don't want to cheer up. I want to sleep, and I want to forget about today." He looked up, pleadingly. "Can't you let me do that?"

Taichi cupped Yamato's face with both hands, shaking his head with a gentle smile. "No. I hate seeing you sad. I can't let you want to be sad."

Yamato let out a breath that was almost a laugh. "Why do you always insist on making things better? Why can't you just let me be?"

"Because I love you, and I know you'd do the same for me."

"No I wouldn't." Yamato said, leaning closer to his boyfriend. "I'd let you mope, if that's what you wanted to do."

"Sure, sure." Taichi chuckled, closing the distance fully, letting their lips meet.

The kiss was simple and gentle, but—upon seeing the smile it brought to Yamato's face—Taichi decided that, in this situation, more was better. He leaned in again, cupping Yamato's face with his hands, tongue asking for permission to enter the other's mouth.

Yamato opened his mouth, letting Taichi dominate the kiss, being too tired from the whole day to put up much of a fight. He let Taichi's tongue explore at will, relishing in not having to exert any effort –in just being able to sit back and enjoy the attention.

Taichi's other hand moved from Yamato's cheek, down his neck, and to his shoulder, pushing him down gently. Yamato gripped Taichi's shoulders tighter, using him as support, as he was guided to the floor. Taichi, however, didn't follow, but remained hovering above the blond, regarding him with a mischievous look.

"You're being incredibly docile."

Yamato glared, face colouring. "Shut up; I'm tired, and you're supposed to make me feel better, not make me feel worse by mocking me."

"Right, right." Taichi smiled, returning to Yamato's lips. This time he was met with more enthusiasm, though the kiss still lacked the power struggle that usually accompanied their relationship.

Yamato threaded his hands into Taichi's hair, having always loved the thickness of it. Yamato's combing made Taichi purr in appreciation—something that Yamato found extremely funny, yet unbelievably calming. Yamato could feel the rumbling purr in his own mouth, it being connected to Taichi's. He smiled in to the kiss, pulling Taichi in closer.

Taichi let his hand—the one not supporting his weight—and tongue roam; he missed the fight Yamato usually put up, but—at the same time—he was really enjoying the freedom to do whatever came to mind, without being fought tooth and nail for it.

Taichi's hands found their way underneath Yamato's shirt, exploring the smooth chest. His mouth, on the other hand, moved to kiss the side of Yamato's mouth, then his check, then his eyelid, before moving to nibble on Yamato's ear. This last move elicited an interesting sound from Yamato—some kind of mix between a giggle and a moan. The blond had never before let Taichi get to his ear this openly, so Taichi took the opportunity to explore the lobe thoroughly.

Once satisfied with his mapping of Yamato's ear, Taichi made to move to the other's neck, only to have his face be pulled up, and mouth locking into a searing kiss. Well, that was fine, too. Taichi pulled his hand out of Yamato's shirt, moving it to fiddle with the ear that he had just attacked with his mouth. His other hand was starting to go numb from supporting his weight, but he chose to ignore it for the time being.

Their kiss kept being interrupted by Yamato's stifled giggles, and all too soon, Taichi found himself pulling away, laughter bubbling in his throat.

"What's so funny?" Taichi asked in-between his own chuckles.

"Leave my ear alone—it's ticklish."

"Oh, really?"

Moving fast, Taichi pinned both of Yamato's hands above his blond head, his own moving to molest the unexplored ear. In response, Yamato let out a laugh-scream, squirming and throwing his head this way and that, trying to get Taichi to let up his attack.

"S-stop it!"

Taichi just grinned, changing ears as Yamato turned his head.

The play-fight continued for a few minutes, until Taichi showed his boyfriend some mercy. He looked down at the winded blond and smiled gently.

"Feeling better?"

Yamato just closed his eyes, letting out a breathless laugh.

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