A/N: Sorry guys! by the time I remembered I had an update to put up it was really late! A note: I am still playing with the pairing, or at least a couple of them, so there's going to be a lot of hints thrown every direction until I make a decision. Til then, just assume nothing on that front. Enjoy!
21.
"My, does he smell rusty."
Zenjirou, having kept up with this whole thing with aplomb, only snorts. "I'm relatively sure he can tear our army to pieces." He regards Tactimon with both respect and a healthy dose of fear.
"Certainly." Taiki snaps the fan open. He rather loves playing with this one. "That's what makes the inevitable victory that much more satisfying."
Zenjirou rolls his eyes. "If you say so."
Taiki weighs the other's tone in his mind, then turns and wraps himself around Zenjirou's torso without delay. He leans close, making sure Zenjirou is gently sandwiched between him and the trunk of the tree. "You really must have more faith in me," he purrs. Zenjirou's skin burns under his fingers and Taiki resists the urge to simper. He really is too easy. "Have I steered you wrong before?" Their lips are ghosting over each other, almost touching, and that distinct sensation akin to butter melting is clear on Zenjirou's face and neck.
"W-Well, n-no, not exactly..."
Taiki kisses him softly, mouth lingering for only a few seconds. That will be enough for now, he thinks. No need to kill him. He lets Zenjirou sink to the ground and pats his head. "Good dear, I appreciate your understanding."
Akari snickers from where she's sharpening Taiki's many knives. Why she isn't helping, he doesn't understand. She loves chaos. "You're going to have him drooling all over himself if you keep that up. I thought you didn't want that one."
"Who says I don't," Taiki hums, licking his lips. "I need to entertain myself so you can run unchecked."
Akari blushes. "Shut up."