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Growing Together (TaiYama Week 2018, Day 14: Freebie)

Summary: A tasty treat for TaiYama Week 2018. The blossoming of a new relationship; the development from friends to lovers. Blissful moments and the hardships faced.

Full story here: FF.Net

A/N: Last prompt!  :O  Where did the time go?! ~*~* ~*~* ~*~*

Cradling the newborn life in his arms for the first time was more than overwhelming. He gazed down at her dark chocolate eyes as he carefully brushed his fingers through her soft wisps of black hair, savouring her fresh sugary smell, which reminded him of Yamato's.

"She's perfect," Taichi said, his voice hushed in respect of the newborn's sensitive ears. Yamato, who was sat on a chair by the window, peered over at him with a sentimental smile on his face.

"We did a good job," Takeru laughed, peering at Hikari, who was sitting up in her hospital bed, eyes tired, but full of content.

"Wanna hold her, Yama?" Taichi asked. Yamato's eyes widened as Taichi walked over to him before he could even give an answer. His chest tightened and his arms started to shake as he gazed at the vulnerable bundle cradled in Taichi's burly arms.

"You don't have to stand," Takeru added, noticing his brother's hesitation.

With a hushed sigh, the blond yielded.

"Ok."

A wide toothy grin spread across Taichi's face. Yamato readied himself, praying he was not about to kill his baby niece.

"Here, just support her head like this..." Taichi helped the blond prop up his arm so the newborn's head could rest against him comfortably as he lowered her into his still shaking arms.

"Oh, she's light," Yamato stated as Taichi stepped back and viewed the sight of his partner cuddling their niece. A sense of pride beamed through his body from head to toe.

"If you think about it, she's part me and part you," Taichi said, analysing the blond's thoughtful expression, "isn't that weird?"

Takeru slipped over to Taichi's side and took a photograph of the cute display using his phone.

"She loves her Uncle Matt," Takeru said, his words wrapped with tenderness as he watched his daughter close her eyes and completely relax in Yamato's now still arms.

"Can you take her back?" Yamato asked, just a few seconds later. "I'm worried I'll drop her."

Takeru laughed, then carefully scooped his daughter out from Yamato's arms and held her close to his chest.

"We should really decide on a name for her," Takeru said. In truth, her arrival had been unexpected; Hikari had only found out she was pregnant when she was almost at 25 weeks. They had always wanted children, so it had not been an issue, but they would have preferred to have enjoyed a few more years of being a married couple before starting a family.

"Yama, do you want kids one day?" Taichi asked during their car journey to Nagoya (their pit stop before heading back to Osaka).

"I already have one," Yamato replied dryly.

"What?" Taichi instantly exclaimed as he turned to look at Yamato with wide eyes. But, before the fear could completely spread across his body, the ball dropped when he saw the mocking smile playing on Yamato's lips.

"Oh." He nudged his elbow into Yamato's side. "Shut up!"

"Taichi, road, concentrate."

The brunet rolled his eyes, but steered the car back into their designated lane before making sure he kept his focus on the road.

"I quite like how things are at the moment," Yamato confessed, fiddling with the silver band on his ring finger. His joint business with Akemi was going strong (Takumi had bowed out to try and establish himself in the music industry). Taichi was managing the company's finances, and was assisting a handful of their clients with their own budgeting and accounting.

They were still only thirty-one. Maybe in a few years time they could explore the possibility of having children. Adoption was not yet an option, but they could always foster.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Taichi replied, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, tapping along to the faint acoustic music playing from the speakers. "We're pretty cosy as a twosome."

"True. I think I might find it difficult to share you too," Yamato added with a smirk.

"So territorial," Taichi teased, brushing his left hand against Yamato's thigh. The blond once again reminded him to pay attention to the road as the car slightly swerved to the side. He groaned and told Yamato to stop distracting him.

"I thought you liked my inner-wolf?"

"I do."

Yamato smiled, reclining back into his seat.

Half an hour later, they pulled over at a service station to grab some lunch. Yamato unfastened his seatbelt, then leant over and planted a gentle kiss on Taichi's unsuspecting lips.

"Thanks for not killing us," he spoke, his warm breath still tickling Taichi's mouth before he went in for another smooch. "And for not getting us stuck in the middle of a muddy field."

"You're never going to let that go, are you?" Taichi groaned, un-clipping his own seatbelt.

"Nope. Nor will I ever let you forget about the time you almost passed out in the onsen," Yamato said.

Taichi pouted.

"Or that time you gave me food poisoning-"

"-Alright, alright, stop with listing all my failures!" Taichi groaned. He stepped out of the car stiffly and stretched his arms above his head as he waited for Yamato to emerge so he could lock the doors.

As Yamato walked around to the front of the car, he patted his hands against his jeans, ensuring his phone and wallet were still there, before he met Taichi's gaze. His lips curled up into a small grin. The brunet mirrored his expression. Even after fifteen years of being together, Taichi still felt butterflies dance in the pit of his stomach whenever the blond gifted him with a simple smile.

"Hungry?" Yamato asked.

"Yes, but not just for food."

"Just hold on for another two hours." Yamato placed his arm around Taichi's shoulder, drawing him close to his side. "Then I'll satisfy that appetite of yours."

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A/N: It’s been an absolute blast contributing to TaiYama Week 2018.  Thanks for making this a thing @taichixyamato​ :)  

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Growing Together (TaiYama Week 2018, Day 9: Rejection)

Summary: A tasty treat for TaiYama Week 2018. The blossoming of a new relationship; the development from friends to lovers. Blissful moments and the hardships faced.

Full story here:

FF.Net   

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Sucking in the air between his teeth, Taichi opened the envelope and unfolded the piece of paper within. His eyes scanned over the text. Then again. Then once more. His jaw dropped open.

"Well?" His mum asked, analysing his facial expression. Taichi's eyes lit up, telling her all she needed to know.

"I got in!" He affirmed, grinning brightly.

Yuuko clapped her hands together and a wide grin spread across her face.

"See! All that studying paid off."

He had studied so, so hard, desperate to get a place at The University of Tokyo to do a degree in Economics. It had been tough on his relationship with Yamato, but they had both dealt with it, mutually understanding the importance of their futures.

Moments later, Hikari rushed out from her room, her brown eyes mirroring the same joy as her brother.

"I knew it, I knew it!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around Taichi. "Well done, nii-san."

"You should let Yamato know," Yuuko chirped as she headed back into the kitchen.

"Oh! Right. I'll be right back!" Taichi exclaimed as he headed to the front door. He quickly yanked on his tattered black Converse. "Well, maybe not right away."

Still clutching the letter, Taichi raced down the apartment block stairs until he reached the right floor, and then rushed down to the right door. He eagerly slammed his finger against the doorbell and waited, shifting from foot to foot, barely able to contain himself.

Several seconds later, Yamato answered the door wearing his usual stoic expression. For a moment, Taichi's mind went blank. Dressed in a tight white t-shirt and a snug pair of light blue denim jeans, the blond somehow looked more attractive than usual. Taichi was definitely going to ravish him if Hiroaki was not around.

Stepping aside, he allowed Taichi to come inside.

"Guess who's joining you at The University of Tokyo?" Taichi eagerly asked, waving his approval letter in front of Yamato's face.

For a moment, Yamato's blue eyes widened, but then his lips curled into a small smile, the sort that always made Taichi's heart melt.

"I knew you'd get in," Yamato said, ruffling his hand through Taichi's messy brown hair. Not quite the hug and wild kiss he had expected, but perhaps Yamato was building up to it slowly.

Still grinning, Taichi followed Yamato into the living room. Glancing over Yamato's shoulder, he could see there was no activity in the kitchen, so it was safe to assume Yamato's dad was not around, or that he was still in bed.

"I'm so excited!" The brunet chirped. "We can meet up between lectures, get an apartment together, have sex all the time. It'll be great!"

Yamato was being awfully silent. More silent than usual. Taichi could read the air; something was definitely amiss, but before he could question it, Yamato had already addressed the issue.

"I didn't get a letter from The University of Tokyo," Yamato explained, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck.

"Oh. Maybe it'll arrive later," Taichi said breezily as he strolled into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he pulled out a carton of orange juice and then grabbed a glass from the kitchen cabinet as Yamato gazed at him from the doorway, a forlorn expression on his face.

"It won't," Yamato said, deadpan.

His eyes watched as Taichi poured himself out a glass. His hands were visibly shaking. The juice started to splash up onto his hand, and dripped down the side of the glass. Placing the carton down onto the work surface, Taichi peered over at Yamato as he scratched the crown of his head, trying hard to grasp the meaning behind the blond's words.

"They offered me a place at my interview," Yamato sighed as he leant against the doorway. "But I turned it down."

Taichi tilted his head to the side, still puzzled.

"I'm going to Osaka University of Arts," the blond revealed, gazing over at his guitar propped up against the sofa, before looking back over at Taichi. "A music and sound design course."

"But-" The brunet's hand curled around his sticky glass. "-Weren't you planning to study Science?"

Yamato pursed his lips together as a hot wave crept across his skin.

"Plus, Osaka's miles away from Tokyo." The brunet's voice was low and filled with bewilderment. "Why keep it a secret from me?"

Taichi could not comprehend the situation. Yamato was so clever- much brighter than he was- yet he had chosen to throw away an opportunity to study at a prestige University to follow his creative dreams, absolutely miles away from him. It sounded more like something he would do, not Yamato.

"I-I didn't want to tell you, until now," Yamato said, eyes breaking away from Taichi. "I knew it would discourage you."

The brunet bit down on the inside of his mouth. It was all he could do to stop himself from saying something regretful as Yamato continued to talk.

"The more I thought about staying in Tokyo, the more suffocating it sounded. I didn't want you to follow me either since you had your heart set on staying here."

A heavy silence washed over them. Yamato looked up from his feet, eyes on Taichi, desperate for him to say something, anything.

"Right. So, what about us?" Taichi finally asked, his other hand now resting against the edge of the kitchen worktop.

"What do you mean?" Yamato's heart was thumping violently against his chest.

"We'll be miles apart."

"Long distance relationships aren't uncommon, Chi," Yamato said, eyes staring intently at his partner. "If we want to make it work, I'm sure we can."

A heavy sigh eased its way out of Taichi's nose. Leaving his glass of orange juice on the side, he walked straight past Yamato back out into the living room, making his way to the front door.

"Taichi."

The brunet kept on walking.

"Taichi! Oi!"

He grabbed hold of Taichi's t-shirt. The brunet stopped in mid-stride. Yamato spun Taichi around to face him, his eyes softening the instance he saw the tears in his companion's hazel eyes.

Yamato removed his hand from Taichi's shoulder. The brunet remained rooted to the spot, chest heaving heavy sobs.

"Idiot," Yamato growled, pulling the brunet against his body, wrapping his arms around him protectively. "We'll make it work."

For a moment, Taichi's arms remained limp at his sides, but then, as the words sunk in, they slipped around Yamato's waist and squeezed him back just as hard. After almost two years of dating, he was not willing to throw away the relationship they had built together. Not yet.

Being apart for a few years, it would be a minor setback, but all they could do was try and make it work.

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Growing Together (TaiYama Week 2018, Day 12: Future)

Summary: A tasty treat for TaiYama Week 2018. The blossoming of a new relationship; the development from friends to lovers. Blissful moments and the hardships faced.

Full story here: FF.Net

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Despite the distance, they held things together for three years. Then, Graduation changed everything.

Taichi had been offered an internship at the company his dad worked for in Tokyo, and Yamato was setting up a business in Osaka with Akemi and Takumi, which helped support freelance and budding musicians.

For three months, they tried to work around the new changes. But it soon became too much.

Taichi's hours were painfully long, and his new role was stressful and so demanding. He barely had the energy or time to travel up to Osaka on the weekends.

Yamato's business and commitment to his band meant that his hours were erratic and unsociable. He rarely had an opportunity to come and visit Taichi in Tokyo.

In the end, it had been an amicable agreement. With their current work commitments, alongside the distance, they realised it would be near enough impossible to maintain a stable relationship, nor was it fair on the both of them.

It still did not make saying goodbye any easier.

Taichi tried his hardest to hold himself together, but as Yamato's car disappeared out of sight, every inch of his body shattered. The pain was like no other; it coiled around him like heavy chains, which at the same time were pulling him apart in every possible direction.

He probably stood there in the car park longer than he should have, but eventually he found his feet numbly carrying him back to his parents apartment.

The tears came later.

All communication between them seized after that day. It was easier that way.

With or without Yamato, thanks to the current laws in Japan his future was already partly laid out: No marriage, no children. His parents were not particularly fussed by these facts. With Hikari, they knew grandchildren would happen for them someday. And, as long as Taichi was happy, that was all that really mattered to them.

But, despite the smiles, he wasn't happy. In spite of still living with his parents. His sister was at University, studying English overseas. His friends were settling down into their own careers, starting their own lives.

As much as he hated to admit it, life without Yamato was lonely.

But he continued on, until he slowly realised that the future was not necessarily set in stone. He could change certain aspects should he really wish.

One afternoon, almost two months after they had cut ties, Yamato's phone beeped during a rehearsal with his band mates. He peered at the screen, heart thudding hard against his chest when he saw Taichi's name flashing up on the display as the author of a new message.

I'm at Kansai airport. Come get me.

Silently, Yamato sat up and excused himself from his band mates.

"Just going to do something I'm probably going to regret for the rest of my life," he muttered, swiping his car keys from the side.

About forty minutes later, he parked up in the airport's arrivals car park, close to the lifts, and text Taichi his location. The brunet emerged out of the lift barely moments later, carrying a backpack and wheeling a small suitcase behind him. Yamato buried his face into the palm of his hand and swore under his breath before he stepped out of his car.

"What are you doing here?" Yamato asked. He could not imagine Taichi could have been granted any holiday time off from work considering he was still working through his six month probation period.

"Oh, well..." Taichi begun, placing a hand on the back of his neck. The blond's eyes widened.

"You haven't... Have you?"

A sheepish smile spread across Taichi's face as he released a nervous chuckle. Yamato's brow crinkled.

"Isn't your dad going to kill you?"

"It's a stupid job," the brunet shrugged. "I can always get another one."

"Are you an idiot?"

Taichi's dad worked at a pretty reputable company, and he had done his best to ensure Taichi was offered a position there. He undoubtedly was going to be disappointed that his son had hung in his towel so soon.

"No." The brunet looked Yamato dead in the eyes. "But I would be an idiot if I let you go."

Yamato looked taken aback, like the wind had been completely knocked out from his sails. A silent breeze brushed past them. Taichi's expression was still serious, his arms hanging defiantly at his sides, hands curled into fists.

An amused smirk tugged on the corner of Yamato's lips.

Taichi was truly an idiot.

His idiot.

"Get in the car," Yamato stated, grabbing hold of Taichi's suitcase. "I'm kidnapping you, for real."

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Growing Together (TaiYama Week 2018, Day 10: Rescue)

Summary: A tasty treat for TaiYama Week 2018. The blossoming of a new relationship; the development from friends to lovers. Blissful moments and the hardships faced.

Full story here:

FF.Net  

Warnings: Swearing, a bit of boozing, a little bit of explicitness :3 

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"Yama?"

"Yeah?"

"If I was a Princess who was kidnapped and locked away in a tower, would you come and rescue me?"

Yamato, who was sat by his computer desk, tuning his red and white bass guitar, slowly looked up at Taichi's deadly serious expression, eyebrow raised, before he lowered his gaze and resumed fiddling with the tuning pegs and strings.

Taichi often came out with the strangest of questions. This one was probably ranked within the top 5, alongside 'If you were a flavour, what would it be?'

"I think I would be cinnamon," Taichi had rambled. "Tanned, sweet and spicy."

Taichi's mind, Yamato had concluded, was a very peculiar place.

"We're meant to meet the others at seven, and you're still naked," Yamato sighed, eyes still fixed on his guitar.

"I was hoping we could go for another round," Taichi said, eyes hopeful as he sat up on Yamato's bed.

"You're insatiable," Yamato said, rubbing his fingers against his temples. Although, as he snuck a quick glance of Taichi's rock solid physique, the notion was very tempting.

"So, is that a no?"

"If we do it again we won't ever leave this room."

Taichi shook his head.

"Not the sex. My other question, about rescuing me."

Yamato rolled his eyes. Holding the neck of his guitar, he stood up and shot the brunet a stern look.

"Grab a shower and put some clothes on; we're leaving in ten."

Taichi sighed, but still obliged. As much as it frustrated him, he knew sex could wait. He was already still stoked to finally have an opportunity to spend a few days in Osaka with Yamato.

So far, University had been an exciting new adventure for both boys, despite they were in two completely different regions. For the first month of being apart, they had held their relationship together by Skyping and messaging each other pretty much every day. It had helped keep things strong between them, but it obviously was not as satisfying as spending quality time together in the flesh.

Taichi was glowing with his usual enthusiasm as they walked into the venue- a quiet and quirky bar where the staff never asked to see their IDs. Compared to the more central parts of Osaka, the town where Yamato was living, Osakasayama, had a completely different vibe. It was certainly more relaxed than the party scene that existed in some areas of Tokyo. 

After grabbing a couple of beers from the bar, Yamato and Taichi approached a nearby table where his band mates were waiting.

Yamato had only been a member of 'Yesterday's Favour' for a couple of weeks. He had joined after the drummer, and his course mate, Akemi, had insisted he was the perfect fit.

"Who's this?" A suave voice questioned before they had even sat down. Yamato narrowed his eyes as he looked over at Takumi, who was gazing at Taichi, somewhat fascinated as he ran his finger around the rim of his empty whisky tumbler. He was a third year student at Osaka University of Arts, tall, attractive, and a very talented guitarist. He was also narcissistic and a full on flirt.

"Yagami Taichi," The brunet eagerly introduced himself, bowing politely.

Takumi's emerald eyes lit up.

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Banshou Takumi."

Yamato's fingers tightened around his drink.

"Yagami-san, let me buy you a real drink," Takumi said, staring sadly at the beer bottle clasped in Taichi's hand. He rose to his feet, ironing down his black t-shirt, then tightening the band that was holding up his long black hair. Stepping forwards, he smirked at Yamato as he slipped an arm around Taichi's waist and carted him off to the bar.

Yamato watched them walk off, absolutely horrified. Takumi had just stolen his boyfriend, within in just a matter of seconds.

"I'd keep an eye on him," Akemi warned, a half-smiling. "Takumi has no morals."

Akemi was Takumi's cousin, so he knew him better than anyone else. Yamato sat down rigidly and brought his beer bottle up to his lips.

For the next half an hour as Yamato dipped in and out of conversation with the rest of the band, he watched Taichi and Takumi out of the corner of his eye as they stood at the bar, laughing and necking back straight spirits.

It was not long before Takumi was resting his hand on the small of Taichi's back, feigning interest in whatever the brunet was saying. Alarming, but nothing to be too concerned about.

When he saw Takumi tracing his fingers across Taichi's chiselled arms, he still chose not to get involved.

It was only when, after a couple more drinks, and Taichi was unsteadily walking towards the toilets with Takumi following him, that he realised he had to intervene.

Standing up, rushing over and swooping in, Yamato grasped Takumi by the wrist and dragged him aside just before he reached the door Taichi had stumbled through only moments before.

"No," the blond said firmly. Takumi shook his arm free and chuckled softly, a wicked glint in his emerald eyes.

"Gee, you're possessive," Takumi said, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Can you blame me for wanting him though?"

Yamato grit his teeth. How dare he just admit his desire for Taichi so freely. He was about to snap back at him, until Takumi suddenly moved his lips towards his ear, practically grazing them against his earlobe. Yamato felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck.

"He's absolutely gorgeous. I doubt it's just me who wants to fuck him."

Yamato's frown deepened. In truth, the thought of someone else seducing Taichi scared him. Not because he thought the brunet would succumb to anyone else - he knew Taichi would never dream of hurting him in such a way- it was the mere thought of someone trying to take the brunet away from him.

Grabbing hold of Takumi's shoulder, he moved his own lips to the older man's ear.

"Perhaps that's true. But you're never having him," he whispered back, his eyes burning brightly. "So fuck off."

He released Takumi's shirt from his grasp and pushed straight past him, before marching straight into the toilets.

Taichi was stood opposite the mirrors, tapping a message out on his phone with one hand, whilst the other was clasping onto the edge of the sink trying to steady himself.

"We're leaving."

Taichi parted his lips, about to protest, until he saw the thunderous scowl on Yamato's brow. Even a partly drunk Taichi knew not to argue back.

As they walked through the bustling streets, back to Yamato's shared flat, the blond had his arm tucked tightly around Taichi's waist. The brunet could feel Yamato's body trembling against him, much like the first time they had held hands on the ferris wheel in Palette Town.

Soon they were back at the apartment. Just seconds after they had stepped foot into the bedroom, Yamato grasped hold of Taichi's forearm and pulled him into a hug.

"I'm sorry," he said, still shaking. "I'm so sorry."

"Yama," Taichi murmured, a familiar fire suddenly spreading throughout his body. He ran his fingers through Yamato's golden locks, fingers curling around the strands before he forced their lips together. The blond sighed against him, savouring the sweet and spiciness of Taichi's mouth.

Desires took over. Clothes were still partly on, yet they were on the mattress, swaying, moaning, united.

Eventually, as exhaustion finally consumed them, Taichi rested his forehead on Yamato's chest, closing his eyes as he listened to his wild heartbeat.

"In answer to your question earlier, the answer is no," Yamato said, a decided smile appearing across his flushed face. "I'm the only one who's ever going to kidnap you, and no one is allowed to rescue you from me, ever."

~*~* ~*~* ~*~*  A/N:  Takumi is a character from my still ongoing fanfiction, Cup of Lust.  He’s a bit of a knob in that too.  

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Growing Together (TaiYama Week 2018, Day 11: Scary Stories)

Summary: A tasty treat for TaiYama Week 2018. The blossoming of a new relationship; the development from friends to lovers. Blissful moments and the hardships faced.

Full story here: FF.Net

Warnings: A little bit of nudity and misbehaving

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"Come on, come on," Taichi begged. Pressing his foot against the accelerator once more, the car purred loudly, followed by a sludgy wet sound as the wheels spun hopelessly and the car barely moved an inch in either direction. Releasing a sigh, Taichi switched off the engine. They were well and truly stuck in the mud.

"This was your idea," The blond scoffed, folding his arms across his chest.

"It looked like a decent shortcut," Taichi argued back.

On their way to Sendai for a weekend away together at an onsen resort, they had been pushed for time after getting caught in a traffic jam. The brunet had decided to take them off down a country lane, that had led them straight into the middle of a muddy field. Unfortunately, as it was practically pitch black outside, they had only realised this when the car had grinded to a complete halt.

"I shouldn't have let you drive," Yamato groaned to himself. Peering at his phone again, he groaned again when saw there was still zero bars of signal. No chance at all to call anyone for help.

"We could get out and push it," Taichi suggested. Yamato turned his head to the side, his frown deepening.

"Tai, it's raining, and we're completely surrounded by darkness and mud. This car isn't going anywhere."

Taichi sighed. The raindrops drumming frantically against the metal exterior seemed to intensify. With it now being almost 9pm, the faint moonlight from outside was all that actually illuminated them.

"I'll go and see if I can find help then," Taichi announced, stretching over to the back seat to grab his raincoat. "You wait here."

Yamato immediately grabbed his forearm. The pure terror dancing in his eyes prevented Taichi from teasing him.

The blond's fear of monsters, and pretty much anything supernatural or relatively creepy, stemmed from childhood. His dad had forever warned him of the monsters lurking under his bed, which had actually done a lot more psychological harm than he had anticipated. Even to this day, Yamato would often peep under the bed, or ask Taichi to do so, before they went to sleep.

"If we just sit here we'll freeze to death," Taichi said, teeth chattering just to try and prove his point.

Yamato's hand pressed against his thigh, a lustful glimmer in his eyes.

"No we won't."

A fire lit up in the depths of Taichi's irises.

"Oh."

Ten minutes, they had completely forgotten about the predicament they were in. The driver's seat was adjusted as far back as it could go, Yamato was straddling Taichi, their t-shirts were ridden up, trousers and underwear hanging around their ankles. Things were getting good; Yamato was pleading for Taichi to step things up when there was an abrupt tap against the window.

The brunet's eyes widened. Yamato let out an almighty shriek and clung tightly onto Taichi. Before the brunet could comprehend the situation, a bright light shone into the car, blinding both boys.

"Chiiiii," Yamato sobbed into the crook of Taichi's neck, trembling like crazy, his fingers digging deeper into his skin. Taichi squeezed him back as he bravely glanced over the blond's shoulder. His heartbeat doubled.

The windows were fogged up from the inside, but he could clearly see the outline of person dressed in a raincoat peering straight into the car. From his extensive knowledge of scary films and horror stories, he was certain they were about to be murdered.

He flinched when the door on the driver's side opened, bracing himself for a knife, an axe, or even a chainsaw to violently mutilate their young bodies.

"Sorry to interrupt," a gentle voice began, "but my wife and I saw that you guys were in a bit of trouble."

The voice trailed off. Taichi opened his eyes and felt a hot wave creep across his skin when he saw a harmless looking old man with glasses gazing back at them with only a flashlight held in his hand.

"Our house is just over there," the old man continued to explain, shining the torchlight somewhere into the darkness, his voice now slightly quieter. The poor guy must have realised what they were about to do- they were still sitting there half-naked after all, Yamato perched on his lap.

"You two are welcome to come inside. You can even stay the night if you wish."

Taichi double blinked, the cold air and icy rain from outside biting against his exposed skin.

"Thank you," was all the brunet could manage to respond.

"I'll let you, err, sort yourselves out first," The old man muttered, before shutting the door.

Both boys sat in a stunned silence for a moment listening to the rain falling, even heavier than before. Yamato slowly peeled himself away from Taichi and sunk back down into the passenger seat.

"Well, I guess we should go with him," Taichi said as he tugged back up his jeans.

"No. No chance in hell," Yamato replied, wiggling back into his clothing.

"Well it's that, or I reckon he's gonna call the police on us after what he's just witnessed."

"Great, then we'll finally get out of here."

"And spend the night in a jail cell," Taichi added. "I'm not going to prison for you, Yama. Well, unless I was avenging your death, which I honestly might have to do if you plan to stay in the car overnight."

Minutes later, both boys were trudging across the muddy field, carrying their overnight bags.

"Mind your feet. It's slippery," the old gentleman warned. Yamato shifted closer to Taichi before moving his mouth towards his ear.

"If we die," Yamato whispered. "I'm blaming you."

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Growing Together (TaiYama Week 2018, Day 8: Switched Partners)

Summary: A tasty treat for TaiYama Week 2018. The blossoming of a new relationship; the development from friends to lovers. Blissful moments and the hardships faced.

Original story here: FF.Net   ~*~* ~*~* ~*~* Three faces peered intently as the giant claw slowly lowered, grabbing onto the giant Hello Kitty plushie, clinging loosely onto its oversized head, before pulling it up from its place of rest.  Hikari and Taichi held their breaths as it moved closer and closer towards the prize drop off zone.  Then, the claw let go just moments before they could declare themselves winners and Hello Kitty harmlessly plopped back down on top of her fellow friends.    

"Aww," Hikari sighed.  

"Sorry," Takeru said, adjusting his baseball cap. "I'm pretty certain these things are rigged." "Win me something, Yama!" Taichi pleaded, tugging at the blond's long sleeved top. Yamato shook his head and folded his arms across his chest. The brunet pouted.

It was March 14th, White Day, and Taichi and Yamato had agreed to go on a double date with Hikari and Takeru. The four of them had decided to keep things simple; arcade, cinema and food in Shibuya.

Their siblings had only started dating a month ago after Hikari had presented Takeru with a box of Honmei-choco on Valentine's Day. Takeru had given her his answer then and there, instead of waiting around until White Day. Ever since then they were more inseparable than ever.  

After wasting a few more coins on the claw machines, they headed over to the cinema.  Hikari and Takeru skipped on ahead, holding hands and giggling, Taichi walked closely alongside Yamato, their arms hanging loosely by their sides. A wide smile was still fixed on the brunet's face. He found it amusing how different their relationships were.   "Oh, wow!" Taichi exclaimed the moment they stepped into the cinema's lobby.

The plan had been to go see The Chronicles of Narnia, but now that Taichi had seen the giant promotional poster for Saw looming by the ticket office, he grabbed hold of Yamato's sleeve and pointed excitedly.  

"No, no way," Yamato replied as he stared at the ominous poster with wide eyes.  The rusted chains and circular saws did not convince him he was going to enjoy sitting through such a film.  

"It won't be that scary," Taichi reassured, placing his arm around the blond's shoulder.  "I'll be there to hold your hand."

"I'm not scared," Yamato said through gritted teeth.  "Horror films are just stupid."

Taichi repressed a chuckle, and the urge to call Yamato cute. “Here’s an idea,” Takeru suggested, peering between his brother and Taichi. "Why don't I go with Tai to watch Saw, and Matt can go with Kari to see Chronicles of Narnia?"

"Sounds good to me," Yamato replied, ignoring the sharp look Taichi was now giving him.  

"It'll just be for a couple of hours," Hikari reasoned, peering over at her brother, "and we'll all get to see what we want." "Fine," Taichi reluctantly grumbled. They purchased the tickets and a few necessary cinema snacks before heading over to their respective screens.  Taichi fidgeted with the top layer of his popcorn. He was not too keen about leaving his little sister alone with Yamato, but not because he was worried Yamato would try anything on with his sister. It was more over the notion of Hikari blurting out the disgustingly mushy things he had told her were the reason why he liked Yamato so much.  

"Don't tell him anything," Taichi warned Hikari, eyes narrowing.  If she did, he would absolutely kill her.  

"I can't promise anything, nii-chan!" Hikari chimed as she quickly ushered Yamato through the door with her.  

"I've changed my mind," Taichi said, turning back to Takeru, brown eyes serious. "Can we go see Chronicles of Narnia?"

A vibrant laugh rang out from Takeru's lips. He slid his arm around Taichi's waist, guiding him towards their screen door.   "Don't worry, Tai," Takeru said, grinning wickedly. "I've got some pretty embarrassing dirt to share with you about Matt.”

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Growing Together (TaiYama Week 2018, Day 4: Onsen)

A tasty treat for TaiYama Week 2018!

Original story here: FF.Net

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Taichi was bubbling with excitement on the entire journey over to the resort. Yamato had decided to whisk them away to the Kusatsu Onsen in Gunma, and had even booked them an overnight stay at the ryokan. It was an early Christmas treat, and it would have been a surprise, had not Taichi already known about it.

"Perhaps if you stopped leaving your intentions laying around in notepads, I wouldn't keep finding out these things."

Yamato could not argue. Taichi had made a very compelling point.

Once they had checked in, and had been shown to their room, it was not long before Taichi suggested they should head down to the hot springs.

"You can go first," Yamato said, pretending to search for something in his backpack. Taichi frowned. He was certain Yamato had been to an onsen before, so he must have been familiar with the protocols. It was only when Taichi ran over them all in his head that everything suddenly twigged. A vibrant laugh rolled out from the depth of his throat.

"You didn't think this through, did you?"

Yamato narrowed his eyes, a warning snipe Taichi was all too familiar with, yet he chose to ignore it.

"Or, maybe you did. Jeez, you're perverted, Yama."

Again, the blond shot him a venomous glare, although there was now a lovely blush accompany his porcelain skin. In truth, the reality had only just dawned on Yamato that he would be getting completely naked with Taichi, within a public space. A sly grin stretched across the brunet's face. He loved just how shy Yamato could be.

"I promise, I won't look," Taichi vowed, placing his hand on his heart.

The pink tint on Yamato's cheeks still remained, but the weight of anxiety hanging on his shoulders appeared to have partly been lifted by Taichi's promise.

Soon before long, they were ready for a few solid hours of pure relaxation. With the world's shortest towels wrapped around their waists, they stepped out of the warmth of the male changing rooms into the biting cold of the outdoors. Boldly removing his towel, Taichi draped it over a pile of nearby rocks before stepping into the milky pool of warm water.

Yamato hesitantly removed his own towel, then followed Taichi into the water, trying hard to focus on the stunning mountainous scenery around them, rather than the athletic figure in front of him.

A blissful sigh fell from Taichi's lips as he fully submerged his body into the soothing hot water and shut his eyes. Yamato kept a noticeable distance from Taichi as he sunk down beside the brunet. Opening his eyes, Taichi turned his head and nodded at the blond, who returned the gesture with a slight smile.

They sat in a peaceful silence for the next several minutes, watching other people coming and going from the hot springs; friends, families, work colleagues. In this time, Taichi had gradually drifted closer to Yamato, until their arms were touching. Taichi closed his eyes and drifted off into his own private bubble.

It was only the gentle sploshing of the water, when Yamato eventually stood up, that alerted Taichi. Before the brunet could voice his concern, Yamato announced that he was heading back inside.

As Taichi sprung up to follow him, his eyes locked onto Yamato's physique. The blond had always been taller and leaner than him, but over the last couple of years, he had certainly upped his muscle definition. It was no surprise, Yamato was fairly awesome at swimming and running, despite putting minimal effort into either activity.

"You're looking," the blond hissed. Taichi snapped back into reality before realising that his eyes had indeed drifted a little too much.

"Ah, sorry, sorry."

Taichi made a conscious effort to avoid staring at Yamato until the blond had covered himself back up with his towel.

"Sauna?" Taichi suggested once they had stepped into the indoor bath area.

Yamato nodded.

"I'll grab us some water first," the blond decided, tightening the knot of the towel that was hanging off his slender hips. "Wait here."

He disappeared off to find a water dispenser. Taichi was about to sit down on the nearby wooden bench by the changing room entrance, until something caught his eye- an empty plunge pool tucked away in the corner.

Venturing over, his gaze peered up at the digital screen on the nearby wall which displayed the temperature. At fifteen degrees Celsius, it was about twenty degrees colder than the natural hot spring outdoors. An ideal way to cool off, he decided.

Placing his towel down onto the edge of the pool, he almost shrieked as he dipped his foot into the water. How people managed to do this willingly was beyond him. Still, he grit his teeth and quickly immersed himself into the ice cold water until it reached his waist.

Slowly counting to ten in his head, he had already reached his limit by the time he got to seven and swiftly hoisted himself up and out onto the side.

He froze the instant he was back on his feet. Double of everything danced in front of his eyes, swaying round and round, as if he had just stepped off a rollercoaster. His heart pounded heavily as the dizziness only grew worse. Instinctively, he slumped down onto his hands and knees. His vision felt like it was fading, all colours running into one. Panic gripped his chest. He was naked and alone; he could not pass out like this.

Moments later, a warm pair of arms wrapped around him.

"It's ok, I've got you," a deep voice soothed, laying his body across their lap. The brunet immediately felt his muscles relaxing as Yamato held onto him and instructed him to take long, deep breaths. 

Gradually, the spinning stopped and Taichi's heart rate returned to a steady beat.

"You're an idiot," Yamato sighed as he affectionately brushed his fingers across the brunet's forehead. Sometimes, he really struggled to understand how Taichi's brain functioned. No one in their right mind would choose to go from extreme hot to cold without at least allowing their body to gradually adjust to the change of temperature.

Once the brunet was able to stand back up, and had covered up his dignity, he sipped gratefully on his cup of water. Yamato placed his arm around the brunet and relished the moment.

He was never going to let Taichi live this down. Not ever.

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Growing Together (TaiYama Week 2018, Day 7: Memory Loss)

Summary: A tasty treat for TaiYama Week 2018. The blossoming of a new relationship; the development from friends to lovers. Blissful moments and the hardships faced.

Original story here: FF.Net   Warnings: One mild swear word, the mention of alcohol, and a bit of nudity and promiscuity :3

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"Taichi?" An urgent voice bit through the darkness.

A groan fell from his dry lips as he gradually become aware of the thumping in his skull. He closed his eyes tightly, willing the sensation to ease off.

"What the hell happened last night?"

They were not the words Taichi really wanted to hear as he slowly eased himself back into the realms of reality.

As he become more aware of his surroundings, the first thing he realised was that Yamato's body was still wrapped around his, and they were both very much naked.

"Did we... You know?"

At least they were in Yamato's bed, and not somewhere random.

"Probably. Maybe. I don't know," The brunet finally concluded after a long stretch of silence. "My mind's a little hazy."

His eyes finally met with Yamato's. The blond's pupils were completely dilated, and he had appeared to have stopped breathing, but only for a moment.

"Oh, shit. Tai, your body-"

"-Is hot. I know, thanks."

Yamato briefly shut his eyes and exhaled deeply.

"Just look in the mirror."

Sighing, Taichi swung his legs over the edge of the bed, then heaved himself up, swaying unsteadily as he tried to find his balance. Once stable enough, he headed over to the full-length mirror that was on the wall next to Yamato's door. Glancing at his reflection, his eyes widened.

"You've maimed me!" Taichi almost sobbed when he saw the countless scratches spread out sporadically across his chest and thighs, and the apparent bite marks littered along his neck. Turning around, he peered over his shoulder and winced when he saw very similar marks strewn across his back. "What happened?"

To the best of his knowledge, Yamato was never usually this aggressive.

"Ok, let's try and think," Yamato said, rubbing his index fingers against his temples. Moments later, he reached over and grabbed his phone from the bedside table and flipped the device open. "Today's the 15th February, so yesterday was Valentine's Day."

Taichi's mind rewound to the start of yesterday evening. Hiroaki, being a liberal kind of dad, had left them some beers in the fridge whilst he had gone to spend the night at his girlfriend's apartment. 'Some beers' had turned out to be obviously one too many for Yamato and Taichi to handle.

There apparently was a fine line between drinking enough to try and ease some nerves, and then ending up with complete memory loss.

"Wait."

Yamato's turned his attention back to Taichi, who was drumming his fingers against his chin.

"I think we may have recorded it."

The blond parted his lips, but no sound escaped. Shaking his head, he cleared his throat before trying to speak again.

"What?"

Taichi was already making his way back across the room, still wobbling ever so slightly, until he reached the shelves that were on the wall opposite Yamato's bed. He pointed to a video camera that was wedged between some CDs and an encyclopaedia.

"We can look back on the footage and find out what actually happened," the brunet explained as he reached over and picked the object up.

Yamato instantly leapt up to his feet. "No, no, I don't want to watch it! Destroy it, burn it!"

He tried to grab the camcorder from Taichi, but the brunet darted out of the way.

"Come on, we have to. For the future of our children."

"Our children? What the hell are you... " Yamato trailed off and pressed his hand against his forehead. "Fine, whatever. Let's connect it up to the TV and have a look."

Once dressed, they headed out into the living room, and, after guzzling down some much needed water and aspirin, Taichi slid down onto the sofa as Yamato slotted the DV tape into a VHS tape converter. He bit down on his lip before he slid the tape into the video player and then slouched down next to Taichi.

The screen lit up, a wobbly view of Yamato's bed as Taichi tried to place the camcorder down on the shelf, followed by drunken chuckles and excited whispers as they headed over to the bed. Seconds later, the boys were on the mattress, kissing wildly.

For the next several minutes there was lots of groping, heavy pants and moans, and a fair amount of scratching. Then, there was a strangled groan as drunken Yamato's teeth sunk into the skin on the side of drunken Taichi's neck. Then, his mouth was heading down, trailing gradually down past his navel.

Yamato's cheeks were burning bright red as they continued to watch the display; it was surreal, as if they were peering in through a window at an unsuspecting couple.

"Oh," Taichi spoke, his eyes very much focused on the screen as he relived the memory of having Yamato's lips and tongue against the most sensitive part of his body. The Yamato from last night had been wild, literally go to town on him, devouring him like he was the finest gourmet dish. Seeing it from this angle with both their naked forms in frame, it was a lot more vivid.

On the screen, Taichi's hips soon shuddered, before dropping down for the final time. Licking his lips, Yamato crawled back up to the foot of the bed, resting his head on Taichi's broad chest. And then, that was it. Both boys had passed out.

Grabbing the remote, Yamato fast-forwarded through the footage of them sleeping until the screen turned to static. Yamato continued staring straight ahead, a blank expression on his face. Then, he finally spoke.

"You knew, didn't you?"

"Maybe I remembered that particular part," Taichi said, sheepishly. "But I have no memory of what happened afterwards."

"That's because nothing else did happen," Yamato replied, irritation dancing in his voice.

"Well," Taichi added, "at least it's proved a point."

Yamato arched an eyebrow, encouraging the brunet to continue his rambling.

"You're definitely perverted."

"Shut up," Yamato growled.

Taichi inched closer to him, one hand resting on the blond's thigh. He dipped his head forward, his breath tickling the hairs on Yamato's neck.

"I really do love your inner wolf," Taichi whispered into his ear, his fingers straying further between his legs. "You should let it come out to play more."

The blond smirked as Taichi's. His hand grabbed hold of the brunet's wrist, preventing him from reaching its intended destination. Taichi tilted his head to the side, bemused.

"My inner wolf might make a reappearance," Yamato bargained, blue eyes gleaming, "if you'll destroy that tape."

Taichi had never jumped up from the sofa so quickly in his life before.

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