Yeah school starts back tomorrow. Oh joy.

See first part for disclaimer.

Living Life in the Fast Lane

By Mina

"Where's your car? I should assume you have one seeing as you did run me over."

"Whatever, man. It's over here."

"Where?"

"Right here."

You drive a motorcycle?!" Taichi's mouth fell open.

"Ta Da! Come on, you wanna drive?" Yamato wiggled the key before the other.

"Are you insane? I'm not getting on one of those!" he shouted batting the keys away.

"And why not? You'll love it, trust me." Yamato attempted a completely innocent look.

"Trust you? YOU?" the brunette was not to be fooled for a second. "You're the bastard who ran over me!"

"Christ you ever gonna let that go?" he hopped onto the bike and started it up. "You getting on or you just gonna stand there like a sorry little motherfucker?"

Taichi sighed and climbed on behind the blond. Yamato grinned to himself as he felt the other sitting tensely with his arms stiffly crossed.

"Let's go!" Yamato jerked off the sidewalk and virtually flew down the road. Taichi swung his arms around inflicting a tight vice grip on the man in front of him.

"Jesus, could you slow down?!" he shouted.

"What was that?! I can't hear you. Wait until we stop." He felt the other's grip tighten as they fell silent. Taichi's arms were strong around his waist and he couldn't help but wonder…

Taichi gasped as he felt 'bastard' push back against him. He held his breath for a moment. What had just happened? Was 'bastard' making a pass at him?! Jesus!

Yamato wiggled again in his seat and shrugged his shoulders before cricking his neck right and left.

Or maybe 'bastard' was just shifting and you're going insane. Taichi sighed, yet again, he really aught to find out just what 'bastard's' name was.

          Shortly they stopped in front of a tall building and Yamato jumped off and started towards it shouting for Taichi to get a move on. The addressed gave a weak cry of 'coming' as he struggled off. Once safely on the ground he grabbed the insides of his thighs uttering a low curse.

"Hurts like a bitch, don't it?"

Taichi whirled around to see 'bastard' smirking at him.

"That's what happens when you're too tense your first time,"

"Thank you so much for the lesson in motorcycle ettiquete, what would I have done without it." The sarcasm was a bit lost though as he looked quite amusing trying vainly to ignore the ache between his legs.

"Any time, man." Yamato went through the doors with Taichi closely behind, only slightly limping of course. "What the fuck's your name anyway?"

"Jesus, do you have to curse so much?"

"Damn Jesus that's one long last name you got there."

"Great, a comedian. My sides."

"Well unfortunately my parents didn't love me quite enough to grace me with such a powerful name. I'm stuck with Yamato, Ishida Yamato."

"Yagami Taichi."

"Joy, maybe now you'll stop calling me 'bastard'."

"Bastard."

"Bitch."

"Fuck you!"

"Oo! Now who curses a lot?"

"Jesus, I hate you."

"Can't imagine why, me being such a lovable person and all."

"Can we please just get to your room?!" Taichi was starting to get really annoyed.

"It's okay, bitch, we're almost there."

Taichi lunged, knocking them into the wall and began pummeling the slightly larger man.

"CAN YOU ASSHOLES GO FUCK SOMEWHERE ELSE, I'M TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!"

The shout through the thin wall stopped Taichi abruptly and his face began flaming as he realized what the person had said. Looking down at Yamato who now held his wrists tightly he let out a yelp as the blond growled sexily at him. He wrenched his hands free and leapt off the other. Yamato howled with laughter and rolled across the floor.

"Too damn easy!"

Totally embarrassed Taichi got up and barked at the other to shut up, but one look at Taichi's still burning face sent Yamato right back into hysterics. Oh it was gonna be a long night. A long fucking night indeed.

A/N: Sweet Lord, I had to stop somewhere but I couldn't find a place so I just kept going. Hope I didn't bore and annoy you. And, um, did anyone else catch the double entendres? Yes? No? Eh, whatever. Review please!