Okay, so I lied. Yeah. Forgive me. It's a two-shot. This chapter is in Taichi's point of view. Originally, the last chapter had Yamato suffering for months trying to figure out how he really felt about Taichi, which is why it may seem fast.

The sexual tension between me and Yamato is almost visible in the air. I want him so bad. So. Damn. Bad. And he knows it. He's purposely been giving me these looks that instantly make me want to strip him down. And it's driving me crazy. Goddamn, beautiful, angel-faced, boy that he is.

And finally. At long last, the final bell rings. I practically fly to Yamato's locker to wait for him to gather his homework.

"How..on Earth..can you be thinking about homework right now?" I hiss.

"I'm not." He says, still stuffing more books into his bag. "I'm just doing something to see if you'll rape me in the hallway."

"Ugh. Yammaaaa.." I whine, dragging his name out. He gives me the goddamn look again. I almost explode right there. Finally, Yamato closes his locker, and begins to head towards the school doors, to freedom, and his house, where I can do whatever I want to him.

I follow behind him, practically bouncing off the walls. Yama keeps eyeing me. What feels like two hours later, we're heading up the steps to Yama's apartment. Yama takes forever to find his keys. Forever! I swear! And before he can turn the door handle, I yank him to me, and kiss him. With enough force that it hurts me. Yama makes a muffled "Uhmpf!" sound. I pin Yama against the wall, still kissing him. He doesn't object, or fight me. For once. My hands are suddenly busy with the buttons of his school jacket.

"Uhhh." Someone says from behind me, and I yank away from Yama. The neighbor from this morning is staring at us. Face flushed, again.

"Can I help you?" I practically growl. Yama lets out a breathless laugh.

"You're making out." She points out.

"And?" I snarl.

"In the hallway."

"So?"

"The. Hallway." She repeats. Yama has gotten the door open from his pinned position between me and the wall.

"Come on, Tai." He says, squeezing under my arm and pulling me by the hand. The door slams shut behind us.

"I'll be speaking to your father!" The girl calls. We ignore her, and I get back to work on Yama. His shirts gotta go, so pull it off him. I drop it on the floor. Yama manages to get three steps away from me before I have him pinned again. Kisses on his jaw, neck, collarbones. His hands fumbling with the buttons on my shirt, being pushed off my shoulders, also abandoned on the floor. We don't make it to his room. We have sex in the hallway.

Yama is curled up on his bed, still mostly naked, cell phone in hand. He's paying more attention to his phone then me.

"Yama."

"Hmm?" He asks, without turning away from his cell phone. I fucking hate when he does this.

"Tell me about "that guy"." A perfect eyebrow raises in question, eyes still remain attached to his cell phone screen though. I snatch Yama's phone, and throw it across the room.

"Tai!" He snaps.

"Tell me about "that guy" from this morning." At first there's just confusion. Then understanding.

"I don't want to. It doesn't matter."

"Of course it does." I say. Yama's phone chimes. He glances in the general direction of it, then back at me.

"Did you have to throw my phone across the room?"

"Yes. Don't change the subject." Yama remains silent for awhile. Then he changes positions so he's laying next to me.

"Why does it matter?" He asks eventually.

"Because. I almost lost you. And he helped." Ah, logic. Yamato shakes his head.

"He used to use my emotions against me. He'd stay stuff like "You love me, don't you Yamato? Then do this." It was stupid." There's obviously more, but he had said something, so I move to more pressing matters.

"Does he have a name?"

"Nope."

"He doesn't?"

"Nope." I frown.

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure. And even if he does have name, there's something more important then that, anyways."

"There is? Like what?" I ask, totally confused. Yamato shifts, and straddles me. Ahh yes, this is definitely more important.

"Yamato...and Taichi, I'm home!" Yama's dad calls.

"Hi dad!" We say together. Yama raises his eyebrows at me. I grin. We're stretched out along the couch, watching a movie.

"Why are your clothes in the hallways, Yamato?"

"Err..it was hot?" Yama offers his father's look.

"Right. So..you guys making out in the hallway had nothing to do with the removal of clothes in the doorway?" He asks. Yama shakes his head.

"Would you even want to know the answer to that?" He asks.

"No. No I don't. Never mind. I saw nothing." I laugh as Yama's dad heads towards his room.

"Your dinner's in the fridge!" Yama calls after him.

"Whoops. I forgot." I whisper to him. Yama shrugs.

"Me too. I don't think he really cares though. He just doesn't want to hear about it."

"How'd your dad even know I was here?" I ask.

"Your shoes." Yama's dad supplies as he enters the living room with the plate of food from the fridge. "This looks delicious, Yamato."

"You're welcome." Yama says to the unspoken thank you. The room falls silent as Yama's dad gets into the movie, too. My look over at Yama. God, do I love him. Yama's eyes flick over to me, and I can see the same reflected back. He loves me too.

So lame. Ah well, this is done now. On to other things. Or finishing other things! Hope you enjoyed!