Disclaimer: I don't own digimon. This used to be chapter three, but I added a different chapter three bumping this one up to chapter four. And I edited it. Enjoy!

Taichi-Yamato4ever

Italics Still Yamato

Underlined Still Taichi

"You can only be young once, but you can be immature forever" - Mrs. Kassab (LA teacher)

Chapter Four: A Bowling Bet

It was the morning after Tai and Matt's afternoon of 'mansex.' Matt had spent the night at Taichi's. They were both trying to agree on something to do. Tai had just suggested bowling.

"Bowling?" Yamato asked.

"Yeah! Bowling!" Taichi replied enthusiastically.

"You're serious?" This is unbelievable. I am not going bowling. No way in HELL.

"Why not?" Taichi asked flashing his puppy eyes at Yamato. How can he not want to go bowling? It was just like the greatest thing in the world!

"Because, Tai. It's bowling!"

"What's so bad about bowling?"

Yamato turned away from the computer he was using, a look of astonishment on his pastel face. "'What's so bad about bowling?' Tai, listen, do you really want to embarrass yourself any more that you already do?" he asked, a smile forming on his lips.

"Okay, Mr. Smartass. I challenge you to a game. I win we go; you win we don't. Fair enough?"

"Fair enough."

"Good."

"Uh, what kind of 'game' are you talking about exactly?" he asked Tai wryly.

"Tennis," he replied confidently.

"Tennis?" Matt questioned.

"Yep, tennis. Hand tennis." I am the champion at this game!

"Oh, are you sure you're strong enough for that? You've never beat me before."

Except when I play Yama. But I will win this time! "Well, this'll be my first time then."

Taichi clasped Matt's pale hand in his tan one. They looked at each other, an evil glint in their eyes. Matt started first; he slapped the back of Tai's hand.

Yeah, that hurt but if I want to go bowling I've got to win this thing.

Tai slapped him back and it continued from there. Five minuets later Tai still had not seen one hint of pain in Yamato's face. But Yamato was slowing down, his slaps hurt less and less. Gaining all of his confidence and determination (and a little strength) together, Tai swung his hand as forcefully as he could and smacked Matt's. The high pitched sound echoed through the room for a few seconds until all hell broke loose.

"Fuck Tai!" Yamato yelled pulling his hand away. At the same time, Tai yelled, "Shit!" His slapping hand hurt as well. Yamato glared in Tai's direction; boy was he mad. He gave Tai the finger and turned his back on him, sulking.

"Told ya I'd win." Taichi said, smirking.

"Oh shut up."

"Aww, is poor Yama mad that he lost? What a spoil sport." He turned around massaging the back of his right hand; anger flaming in his sapphire eyes.

"I'm not mad." Yamato's voice had an edge to it.

Obviously you are…you're such a bad liar.

"Oh, of course you're not. You're happy for me aren't you?" Tai could see the blood rising to Yamato's face. Yet, he still kept at his remarks, egging Matt on with every word. A mistake that he'll never make again. "You're not disappointed that you can actually feel pain at all. You are happy that I'm stronger that y-" slap Yeah, I actually deserved that one. He probably did some long-term damage to my jaw

"Tai! Shut the FUCK up!"

Maybe I pushed it a little too far.

"Just because you won some stupid slapping game doesn't make you better than me at everything!"

"Hey, Matt honey, calm down," Tai said softly, putting his hands on Yamato's shoulders and looking directly into those cerulean eyes. "I'm sorry. I took it too far. It's my fault. I'm sorry baby." Yama diverted his gaze to the floor. "Yama, look at me." He lifted his head so his eyes reflected in Tai's. "Yama, I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry I blew up at you like that." I'm such an idiot. What the hell came over me?

"Don't be. It's the way you are." Damn! Wrong words!

"Thanks," Yamato said sarcastically.

"Look, I'm sorry." I hope this apologizing will work. It usually does but…

"Okay," Yamato said unconvinced.

Tai took his hand and lead him over to the couch and sat next to him. He turned to face Yamato, wrapped his arms around him and pressed his lips softly against Yamato's. What was meant to be a gentle, romantic kiss, turned into the exact opposite. Unexpectedly Matt's tongue parted Tai's lips and made its way into his mouth.

This just doesn't feel right. Yama's ruining the moment. Me resisting a makeout session? What is this world coming to?

Tai pulled away from Yamato, gently but he still looked confused.

"What's up Tai?"

"It's…I…that didn't feel…" Tai sighed and racked the limited vocabulary in what little brain he has for the right word.

"Didn't feel what, Tai? Are you being sentimental?" Yamato teased.

"Ahh, forget it. Let's go bowling. Remember, I won."

"Okay," Yama said reluctantly. They got their shoes and coats on and headed out the door. The bowling alley is only a few blocks away from Tai's apartment so they could walk, even if it was cold. Well, according to Yama anyway.

"Yama it's freezing!" Tai whined hugging Yamato for any extra heat he could get.

"Tai, it's only one block away." He said trying to pry Tai off.

I will not let go until we are inside that nice warm building.

"Finally!" Tai yelled and ran inside Odaiba Lanes bowling alley. He waited for Yamato to get inside and they went over to the desk to pay for their game.

"Uh…Yama? Did you bring any money? I sorta forgot."

"That's okay. It's not that much."

The man at the counter handed the boys their rental shoes and they chose a lane. (The one furthest away from the door to suit Tai's personal thermometer.)

"You want to make a bet on this game 'Chi?" Matt asked while they were lacing up their shoes.

"Sure, why not? What for?"

"Well, the loser has to buy the winner a complete day of food. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, the works. Including snacks. I bet that I'll win this game by twenty points or higher than your score. But if I still win, all you'll have to do is buy me snacks. If not, I guess I'll have to pay up. But that won't happen."

"That sounds like a pretty good bet to me. You're on."