A/N: This chapter is about what happens to Matt & Tai right after they sleep together unexpectedly (but Tai was willing). Matt's been running his game on groupie-girls for years and he's kind of a corn-ball XD

CHAPTER 6

Wow! I couldn't believe it – Matt had brought me to M!NT, the most expensive restaurant in town. Over the last few weeks, I guess I'd forgotten he wasn't just living on a teacher's salary like me. Nope – the guy had so much cash, he could probably fill an Olympic sized pool with $500 bills and go for a dip. Still to bring me someplace this fancy on a first 'date' was a nice gesture.

I felt a little irritated when he came around and opened the passenger side door for me. "I can get my own door, thanks!" I smacked away his hand. Just because I had given my body to him didn't mean I was now a woman.

I was even more irritated when he laughed and pulled me into a quick harsh kiss. My hands fisted into his shirt and when he pulled away a minute later, I was panting and blushing like mad. "You idiot, don't you realize we're in public?" I asked, looking around to see if anyone had seen us. Fortunately, the parking lot was mostly empty.

"It's just us around here, babe," he said, intertwining his fingers through mine and pulling me along to the front door. I would never admit it to him ofcourse but I loved the feeling of my hand in his – it was as if I could trust him to make the choices for us.

"Good evening, sir," the Maitre'd greeted us, looking down his nose at us; he took a look at my simple dress shirt and pants – Matt's clothes were fancier but still understated. "I'm afraid the restaurant is fully booked."

Matt took his hat off, letting the man get a full look at his handsome, famous face. "Are you sure?" He leaned closer to the Maitre'D.

Insantly, the man's face changed – he turned bright red and started sputtering. "Mr. Ishida! I am so sorry! Right this way! We will have you seated in the Mezzanine straight away – it has a great view of the ocean and the restaurant!"

"Thank you," Matt smirked, sliding his arm around my waist and leading me. He slipped the man a little money when he had shown us to our seats.

"So does that happen a lot?" I asked.

"Yeah – all the time – works great for getting out of tickets too," he grinned.

"Can I order for you, babe?" he asked me as our waitress came by.

I blushed. Calling me 'babe' in private was embarrassing but still bearable – but to be addressed like that in front of people was just mortifying. Well, I couldn't say anything about that now & I hid my face in the menu to disguise my discomfort – unfortunately, everything was in French. And the dim light from the candles certainly created a spectacular atmosphere but I couldn't really see much. Giving up trying to decipher the menu, I nodded. "Yea, sure – just no snails or something freaky like that."

"He'll have the Grilled Sirloin Steak with Bearnaise Sauce. And I will take Roast Guinea Fowl Alsacian Style. And a bottle of your finest champagne," he smiled into my eyes. "We're celebrating tonight," he said, lifting my hand to his mouth and lightly grazing his lips across my knuckles.

I could feel my ears getting hot and I knew even the dimness of the lighting and the darkness of my skin couldn't hide the fact that I was blushing. When our waitress left with our orders, I quickly snatched my hand back. "Can you please quit with the PDA? It's making me uncomfortable." I could barely handle my mother kissing me hello in front of my dad and sister – this was just way too far out of my comfort zone.

"You're cute – but I want them to know that we're together. I want everyone to know." He stated simply, his handsome face curving into a possessive smile.

I felt myself melt a little at his comment. And then there was a frown on my face – everyone couldn't know. No one could know.

Suddenly I found myself very grateful to be in a restaurant none of my friends could afford to come to. To see me plastered against Matt's side, his arm slung protectively around my hips, a slight limp in my walk, the prominent hickies on my throat, the small blush on my cheeks – the image would atleast raise a few eyebrows. It would get back to Sora pretty quick.

Sora… The woman I had sincerely loved for 10 years - even now I could feel the familiar fondness spreading through my chest at the thought of her. And guilt too because I knew she must be worried about me. But somehow, it couldn't compete with the burning fire Matt lit in me – he could make my pulse race with just one look, my knees quiver with a kiss. Resolutely, I pushed thoughts of Sora out of my head – there would be major consequences tomorrow morning but tonight was just for me and Matt.

Decision made, I threw myself into the conversation with Matt. He was surprisingly sincere as he talked about his family – how his parents split up when he was young, how he had to get his little brother TK through the whole thing, how he'd been discovered by the talent agency at 15. It was an unexpected change from the usual badass musician persona and I found I liked it.

I told him about my incredibly ordinary life – growing up in a happy household with my parents and sister. Trying to get into J-league but not making it. It was really easy to open up to this man and the only topic I steered clear of was Sora. Fortunately, he didn't ask any direct questions about her and I didn't volunteer any information.

When the waitress lowered my plate down in front of me, I could feel my eyes bulging out of my head. "This looks amazing, Matt," I said, excited and salivating at the delicious looking steak in front of me.

"Heh – I knew a tough manly jock like you would want nothing but beef," he grinned, teasing me with the double entendre. I blushed remembering how I had made fun of him for being a girly boy when we first started working on the play. And how he had taken me not more than hour ago and how he would almost certainly be inside me again tonight.

Then he suddenly had a pensive look on his face. "So… how would your family take this?" He asked slowly.

I blinked at the quick change of topic and had to think about it for a minute. "Well… I'm not really sure," I said honestly. "I guess they'd be shocked first – I've never even looked at a guy that way before, let alone done anything with them. After that… I just don't know… homosexuality was never exactly dinner-table conversation for us…"

Matt nodded. "Well… I guess we'll have to wait and see how they react to us."

React to us? Matt's tone implied that he fully expected there to be a future 'us'. I found myself warming in anticipation of that future; so the next time he kissed my hand and looked searchingly into my eyes from across the table, I stared back with a soft smile on my face instead of trying to turn away in embarrassment.

We talked through the rest of our meal about our lives, our plans for the future – all first-date conversation topics. I have only been on a couple of first dates, girls I dated while Sora and I went through particularly rough-patches, none of them ever felt like this – this level of comfort and openness. Ofcourse, having sex with the man in a highschool gym probably had a lot to do with why I felt this way.

O.O

"Nghn! Matt!" I squeaked in shock when I was pressed up against the inside of Matt's door as soon as he had closed it behind us. I could feel my knees start to buckle under the harshness of kiss, his tongue once again mapping out the dark recesses of my mouth. When he pulled away, I was flushed and panting, my hands clenched at his collar and my lips tingling and bruised from his kiss. He leaned his forehead down against mine and stared intently at me for a long moment and I found myself turning away shyly, unable to look into the incredible blue eyes I had dreamt of since first seeing them.

"Sorry, baby," he whispered, his voice dropping low. "It's been 3 hours and 30 minutes since I got to do that and that's about 3 hours and 29 minutes too long."

I started laughing at his words in spite of the passion in his voice. "Oh goddd… do you have crackers to go with the cheese?" I grinned, pushing him away playfully.

He stared at me, irritated and disbelieving. "Wow… you know exactly how to ruin the mood don't you?"

"Come on," I grinned. "You can't honestly expect to say something like that and not be laughed at."

Matt grumbled something about it working before but I wasn't sure I heard right and didn't real feel like I was up for a fight right now anyway.

"Nice digs, Mr. Rock-star," I whistled as I got a look at his apartment. The place was huge with 20 foot ceilings and floor to ceiling windows – it was so big that my entire house would fit easily into his living room.

"Thanks," he muttered back, still sore that I hadn't melted into a puddle at his terrible line. "So what do you want to do, babe? Play a video game or watch a movie, maybe? I'd try to take you to bed but obviously I suck at seducing you." He walked over to the kitchen to unpack the dessert we'd ordered as take-away from the restaurant.

I laughed. "Awww… lets just watch a movie, Yami," I walked over to where he was puttering around in the kitchen and surprised him by brushing my lips against his in quick kiss, whispering softly, "I… promise… I'll make up for laughing at you later." I was blushing furiously and refused to look at his face.

My words had their desired effect as instantly his mood seemed to get better. "Yami, eh?" He smirked at the new nickname I had just made up as he pulled me into his arms, lifting up my chin so I was staring into his eyes.

"Do you hate it?" I questioned, a little unsure of myself as I searched his handsome face for acceptance.

He smiled reassuringly. "Not when it's coming from you." He pressed his lips softly to my forehead and then released me from his hold. "I've got a bunch of DVDs by the TV – go pick something you'd like and I'll grab us a couple of forks for dessert."

"Sure thing." I made my way to the 52" flat screen and found a stack of DVDs. Every single movie in there was some gory horror flick. "Wow – you certainly know what genre you like."

"Scared, baby?" He smirked, coming into the living room carrying the dessert boxes and the promised forks. "You can hold onto me nice and tight – I won't let the big, bad monsters get you."

I rolled my eyes as I picked out one of the movies I'd heard of: Hostel 2. I was more of an action/adventure type but I certainly wasn't going to back down from the little challenge he'd thrown in my face.

A couple of minutes later, we were settled on the large couch – he sat with his back leaned against the side and then pulled me into his arms so I had my back pressed against his chest and rested comfortably in his lap. Our legs stretched out on the couch in front of us. I started working on the chocolate cake from M!NT, sighing in delight as it melted right in my mouth. Occasionally I'd half-turn to give Matt a quick bite.

The movie was about 10 minutes in when I noticed how he would try to turn my head away from the screen so he could press deeper and deeper kisses into my mouth. At first it was sweet and romantic – but as the movie drew on, it became more and more distracting, his hands wandering everywhere on my body and his hips grinding up into my ass.

"Hey now," I protested, grabbing his large hand in mine as I felt it brush my stomach underneath my shirt, "I wanna see what happens to Lorna. She's just been kidnapped!"

"Fine!" I heard his annoyed growl as he slung his arms innocently around my waist and stopped his shenanigans. I settled happily back into his warmth and turned back to the screen where the kidnapped girl was tied up and hanging upside down from the ceiling.

I could feel odd little shivers start to go through Matt's solid frame behind me. Huh? The room was pretty warm so why was he shaking?

"Oh no… why is she here?" he rasped right behind my ear as an obviously evil woman came on screen, squeezing me a little tighter against him. "What are you going to do with the huge knife?" I could feel him get more and more nervous behind as he kept talking to the TV screen. "No, no, NOO! Don't take your robe off! Don't lie down in the bathtub! Put down that knife! You can't carve her up like that! She's a person, not a thanksgiving turkey!" His hold on me was so tight it was getting hard to breath; I could feel him hide his face into neck, hyperventilating, obviously not wanting to see the blood bath happening on screen.

"I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!" He screeched in my ear just as the evil woman was about to deal the killing blow. He violently lunged at the coffee table to grab the remote and shut the screen off, throwing me off him and onto the floor in the process.

I raised my eyebrow as I rubbed my lower back and stared at him in disbelief – he was red in the face, his eyes wide with horror as he stared at the black TV screen, checking to make sure the movie wasn't on anymore. "Matt, you do know it's your DVD we're watching, right?" I was annoyed – not only did I not get to see the good part, I got thrown on my bony ass too.

"Yea, but I've never actually seen the movie– what kind of a sick fucker could watch that type of thing?" He demanded, breathing heavily.

"Urmmm… every single movie you have in that stash is a gore-fest." I pulled myself back onto the couch, wincing in pain. Damn, I'd hit my shoulder on the edge of the couch pretty hard and it was starting to get a little sore.

"I haven't seen any of them – I put on one of those and any normal person is falling apart and quivering in my arms in two seconds," he explained impatiently as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "How was I supposed to know that you're the type of psycho who actually likes this kind of thing?" He shuddered, eyeing me suspiciously.

"HAHAHAAAHAHAHAH! Y… hahah… you mean to tell me ..hhahahaha… this is all just a part of your game?" I wheezed out, having a hard time breathing from my laughter.

"It's worked just fine until now – but obviously, you're some kind of a sociopath." He glared at me.

"Ooooh ya … I'm gonna get you with this," I said, showing him the little plastic fork we'd been eating with, still unable to control my laughter.

"Laugh it up you dumb jerk," he hissed. "I wouldn't be surprised if your picture shows up in the papers someday with the heading 'serial killer on the loose'."

"Heheh… awww… does poor scawed wittle Mattie-poo need a wittle hug?" I sniffled, pouting my lips and letting my eyes get big and watery as I went up next to him. "I'm sorry, Yami," I sighed sincerely, tilting my chin back to look into his lovely eyes as my arms went around his neck, pulling his head down to meet my kiss. "Pleaeee... lemme make it up to you?" I asked as my fingers twirled into his fine blond hair. "I promise I won't laugh at you anymore…"

He didn't last long. Almost immediately, his arms were coming up around my waist, "You really are evil." He accused me, but then lowered his mouth down to taste mine, kissing me deeply and sensuously until I was panting again. I let out a soft moan as he pulled away from me, feeling really glad for his arms holding me steady because by the time he was done, I was sure I could melt into the ground in a puddle.

The smirk was back on his lips as he saw my flushed face. He took a nip at my ear lobe and then blew his hot breath across it as he whispered, "How about we take this to the bedroom where you can properly apologize for being so bad, baby?"

I could feel his possessive hands slide lower and cup my ass in those large palms and only whimpered in agreement.

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