“Absolutely not,” Koushiro declared as he looked at the “uniform” Taichi had procured for him to wear to the Digidestined costume party. Koushiro sometimes wondered why he bothered to go out with such a crazy, garrulous boy.

“Please!” Taichi implored looking deep into Koushiro's onyx orbs with his own ocher ones. Koushiro was speechless for a moment as he was drawn into those beautiful eyes, leaving enough of an opening for Taichi to ravish the poor – or extremely lucky – boy's lips. Taichi stuck his tongue into the redhead's mouth with no hesitation and proceeded to use the flexible muscle to lick everywhere he could reach.

Koushiro just stared off into space for a moment after Taichi let him breathe, still completely dazed, “Well...” he said, not entirely sure what he was agreeing to. Taichi's kisses always did that to him, leaving him completely bereft of reason and sense.

Taichi smiled triumphantly, already preparing his boyfriend's costume, this was the only way to ever beat Koushiro in an argument. In point of fact, that was how the two had started going out.

Taichi smiled as he remembered the first time he had pulled that trick. Koushiro had been lecturing the brunette about something useless, homework, as Taichi recalled, and about the necessity of virtue and being responsible and blah blah blah, yada yada yada.

Taichi had gotten so fed up with it, he had done the only thing he could think of to shut Koushiro up. He kissed him. Needless to say, everything had gone very well from that point on. Koushiro's voice dragged Taichi back to the present. This was the part where Koushiro agreed to whatever Taichi wanted by virtue of the fact he was still slightly brain addled.

The soccer star, however, was sadly disappointed, “No...” the smaller boy finally managed to get out.

“What?!” Taichi shouted, shocked that Koushiro had still refused.

“I said no. There's no logical purpose for me to be dressing up as...that while you go gallivanting off in a knight costume. I refuse,” Koushiro said, crossing his slender arms over his torso and furrowing his scarlet brows in a gesture of defiance.

Taichi racked his soccer centric brain for any possible motivation he could come up with, lacking any original answers other than the failed plan he had already attempted, Taichi went with a generic answer, “I'll do anything you want! Promise!” the muscle laden brunette implored his boyfriend. Taichi figured it couldn't be that bad. He would just have to do homework for a few weeks. Nothing too terrible. It wasn't like Koushiro had his mind in the gutter, that was Taichi's part of the relationship, a fact emphasized by the larger boy's costume choice. Taichi snickered inwardly the first time he had pushed Koushiro onto his own bed, which led to...Taichi's reminiscent fantasizing was sadly interrupted by Koushiro's contemplative voice.

“Anything?” the redhead asked curiously.

“Yea, sure,” the brunette answered a little too quickly. He was absolutely desperate to get Koushiro to wear this one, he had gotten the smaller boy to wear practically every other outfit that was worth mentioning, except for this one. Taichi started to smirk as he fantasized about what had happened after getting Koushiro into cat ears, and little else, last Halloween. It had been a very late night for the pair, to say the least.

“You promise?” Taichi briefly wondered if it was worth fantasizing only to be
brought out before he got to the good parts. Koushiro had a habit of doing that.

“I swear...wait a second...” Taichi's amber orbs widened as he saw the slightly diabolical look on Koushiro's face. The only time Taichi had ever seen that look was when he had gotten Koushiro drunk, and although Taichi had thoroughly enjoyed the after effects, he had had to skip soccer practice due to the fact he couldn't run, much less walk. At that point Taichi wasn't sure if he should be very, very afraid, or very, very excited.

Koushiro smirked.

Afraid then.

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Hikari, clad in her school uniform, was chatting amiably with Takeru about their most recent excursion to the Digital world, thoroughly missing the presence of the younger generation of Digidestined. However, be that as it may, this was the one time the first generation of kids could actually come together and just hang out without the threat of impending doom lying over their heads. She was grateful for that, but not so grateful for the undoubted interrogation session she was going to receive at the hands of Miyako about what had gone on after Koushiro had gotten drunk again, courtesy of her brother's overactive libido. Last year's Halloween party had been “animal” centric, which was appropriate seeing as how Koushiro had acted very much like a cat in heat after the first glass of punch. And he had had those cat ears on...Miyako had practically begged Hikari for the pictures she had taken of Koushiro jumping on Taichi and ripping her brother's clothes off. She refused to share the pictures that followed with anyone.

She briefly contemplated what this year's “uniform” theme would cause her brother to do, only to have her imagination derailed by a hideous sound emanating from Yamato's guitar. She turned to Takeru's older brother to find he had stopped playing upon seeing what had entered the door. Hikari took a sip of her punch and then turned towards the door...only to promptly spit out the recently ingested punch all over her uniform.

There was Koushiro, the poor redhead blushing profusely and hurrying inside the house, with Taichi in tow. Hikari gaped at the bunny ears that alighted atop the boy genius's head, but not nearly as much as she gaped when her eyes ventured downwards.

“Um...Koushiro?” she heard Sora ask in bewildered tones, not that she could blame the older girl.

“Yes, Sora?” Koushiro responded in a perfectly normal voice, despite both his unexpected attire and crimson flush.

“Um...what uniform are you wearing, exactly?” she asked quietly looking the computer geek up and down with appraising eyes, only causing the redhead to blush even more profusely, and her brother to smirk.

“It's...an...um...playboy, uniform,” he mumbled, starting to lose his composure.

Hikari's eyes trailed up and down the young man's figure, only to agree emphatically with the assessment. Indeed, it was a playboy uniform. Koushiro's head was topped of by a pair of bunny ears, the left of which was hanging down in the middle in stereotypical fashion. The rest of the outfit, if it could be called that, consisted of a black tight fitting shiny leather sleeveless shirt that led to equally black, tight fitting and shiny pants, which ended in black shiny boots. The overall effect was somewhat a-typical of Koushiro, as emphasized not only by his profuse shade of crimson, but by the appraising stares he was receiving from Taichi, Mimi, Sora, and even Yamato, Takeru and though she would never admit the fact, Hikari herself.

“Um, big brother?” Hikari turned to her older brother, who was dressed decidedly differently than his boyfriend.

“Yea, Hikari? What's up?” he asked casually, crossing his arms over his chest, resulting in a large mass of rustling cloth.

“Why are you wearing an overcoat?” she asked curiously, noting that there was a chain leading from Koushiro's hand to beneath the collar of the enveloping garment.

Taichi blushed and looked away, clearing his throat meaningfully and ignoring his sister.

Now it was Koushiro's turn to grin, “You remember what you said, don't you? If anyone asked...” the smaller boy let the thought trail off as he pointed a meaningful look at the taller brunette.

Taichi sighed as he let the overcoat slide off, only to be met by the sound of crashing as Mimi collapsed to the floor due to extreme blood loss caused by a nosebleed.

Hikari immediately whipped out her camera and started snapping pictures of the couple.

Her brother, frowning at both Mimi and his sister's antics, was wearing a leather harness. Unfortunately for Taichi, that was it. It was a leather harness which covered his crotch relatively well and ended up with a collar around his neck and an X across his torso. It was brown leather, punctuated by the occasional round metal stud, and there was a chain leading from the taller boy's caller to the hand of a smirking Koushiro.

“So, Tai, what exactly is your uniform?” Yamato asked through gritted teeth as he unsuccessfully tried to stifle his giggles.

Taichi opened his mouth to respond, but was cut of by Koushiro's soft voice, “It's a slave uniform,” at which point everyone in the room but the “slave” and “master” broke out into a full fledge guffaw.

Hikari so had blackmail material on her brother. Not to mention what he would get from selling these pictures to Miyako...and the rest of the Yaoi fanclub that had sprung up at the school when they found out about the relationship between the Captain of the Soccer Club and the President of the Computer Club.

“You are soooo getting it tonight,” Taichi whispered into Koushiro's ear.

The redhead blushed and pecked the other boy on the lips by way of reply, “As long as you listen to your master, slave...” Koushiro mumbled into Taichi's lips, which widened into their own sensuous smile.

He had to remember to call in sick for the Soccer Club in the morning.

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