This is a one-shot to get my writing mood and mindset going again….you know, when you have SO much going on in school that you can’t update or anything like that…then when you have time you forgot how to continue the story? Well that’s happening to me, so I’m taking a few common topics (angst, fluffy etc) and writing my own version to try and help me in the mood….

This one…is more fluffy…Yamachi still ( I just can’t write any other thing…I tried but failed!) but it’s a pretty common topic…at least I think…

Leave thoughts and comments, and ENJOY!

“Yamato!” I stormed out of my room, and into the kitchen, watching him sip a cup of coffee all innocent as if he done nothing wrong. He raised his blonde eyebrows asking me ‘What?’ in his little language…the fact that I can understand is a signal that I have been with him too long…but that’s beside the point! Remember, Taichi mad! Taichi STAYS mad!

I came into full view of him, well really in the doorway of the kitchen, he was leaning by the counter not to far off. And took one huff to clam my stuttering problem, pointed out by said person, “ You did it again! How many times do I tell you, not to leave one!” To further my point I removed my hand that was on my neck and arched it to the side a little. Yamato, my current boyfriend then got up from his spot and moved a little closer before sighing.

“The problem?” He states, going back to his drink.

“What do you mean!? Are you blind?!” I yell at him, trying to remain constant with my tone.

“Its just a hickey,” Yamato shrugs and takes one more sip, “Why are you so upset?”

“ ‘Cause, it’s not just a hickey, it’s a HUGE hickey!” And it was! The wound mark was purple and a dark red pinkish color. And was this big…dollar coin resting on my neck that only ugly hand knitted turtlenecks could cover up.

“Actually no, you see…” Yamato put his hot drink down, finally, and got close. I backed up, because when Yamato gets close I lose my attitude and my persuasiveness, but he ran me up against the counter and was stuck, “it’s threelittle hickeys, reeeeeally close together, I was trying to make a triangle but it wasn’t working out and-“

“No!” I pushed him back at a safe arm distance length, “I keep on telling you not to leave any marks, yet you plan to LEAVE MARKS! One of these days, I swear I will-”

I couldn’t finish that sentence because Yamato put his arms, which surprisingly feel a lot more bigger than they look, around my waist, and pulled himself close…close! He put his face next to my right ear, knowing perfectly well it was highly sensitive. I put my hands against his chest to push him away, but of course, he was shirtless. If you didn’t know, Yamato Ishida is a strange person, with stranger habits! He has this thing, where no matter the temperature and weather, he won’t go to bed with a shirt. He just won’t, he’ll complain and snuggle up with me to keep warm, but wearing a shirt to bed is ‘too uncomfortable.’ And he has a hot body! Having a six-pack against my body, isn’t helping me sleep! Or keep my point! So whenever I tried to push him away, he just leaned into me, making sure I felt every muscle that he goes to the gym for.

“Why are you overreacting?” He whispers huskily in my ear.

“I’m not overreacting! Now let me go!” I squirm only to have me held tighter. I swear if he wasn’t my boyfriend or my spouse, I would be yelling out rape!

“I think you are,” He brushes his nose against my skin in front of my ear, and I accidently ‘eep’ out and tense up, “I don’t see why you won’t let me monopolize you.”

“M..m…mo…mono…monopolized?” Damn I stuttered!

“I can’t help it, I have a strong desire to monopolize you,” He kisses my ear, and pulls away to put his nose, against my nose…which was bright red at the moment, “You are mine, and mine alone. And I want to mark you so everyone knows.”

“I don’t get it…” Damn…I’m losing my cool, he’s too close, “You…you’re acting like a d..dog, with..with his territory.” “

He’s smirking, I crack open my eyes to see his deep..deep blue eyes are dilated…that means he’s thinking of something…something in one way or another that will add to his pleasure, “How about this then,” he lifts my chin up making me look at his confident face, “You can leave a hickey on me.”

“Wha?” I practically moan out, his musky scent getting my senses riled up, barely hindering what he’s saying. He kisses me, his soft lips melting onto my own. Involuntary his hands grip at the hem of my jeans, and my arms sling around his neck. And we somewhere get to our bedroom, and Yamato pushes me on the bed, kissing me softly.

He lays down on his back, and I slightly turn to see him better, “Well go ahead.” He smirks putting his hands behind his head. I blushed fully, realizing that Yamato really meant what he said.

“Okay…” I crawled up to him, straddling his waist, looking a bit skeptical. Yamato started to rub my neck as if to encourage me to go on by pushing me gently to his upper torso. I put my cold hands on the hard chest, feeling the never ending warmth flow into my body. I put my face closer to his lower neck line, and when I started to feel my own hot breath reflecting off of his pale skin, I licked my lips quickly to smooth out anything if they were chapped, and kissed the skin on the lower collar bone. I felt Yamato’s hand tangle with the back ends of my brown hair, and I took this as an invite to suck on his skin. My eyes tightly shut close, I wasn’t embarrassed that I was leaving a hickey. It’s just that I’ve always been receiving it and probably wasn’t doing it correctly…or well.

After a few minutes I opened my mouth slightly letting out of all the suction, leaving a small purple mark, “Yama…”

“Hm?” Yamato craned his neck trying to see the wound mark I left him.

“It’s not like I don’t understand the way you feel…I mean, I too get angry when you are with someone else…” I mumbled, opening my eyes and staring right into his, “But…wounding, marking, property! I don’t get any satisfaction out of that! And, I can’t see why you care so much for it!” I rested my head against his chest, and I felt the strands of my hair being played with.

“Heh, I understand.” Yamato brought my chin up for a deep kiss. His tongue soon protruded my mouth, and his hands slipped under the hem of my shirt. And as the hands inched upwards, so did the shirt till it just slipped off and was tossed on the ground.

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I hate it when I lose….

“Eh? Why so grumpy?” Yamato smirked walking over to our living room with coffee for him, and a cup of hot chocolate for me. He still was shirtless, and this time was wearing grey sweats because the jeans require extra effort to zip up the fly. I was on the couch already arms crossed on my knees, and was wearing and oversized white tee, (probably Yamato’s…) and some boxers.

“Take a wild guess.” I glared, extending my arm out and taking a sip of my coco.

“Aw, come on,” Yamato put his drink on the table and leaned onto my shoulder, “You did enjoy it, and don’t lie saying you didn’t!”

“Whatever…” I muttered not really having the energy or spirit to fight back. I took little sips as the TV show was playing, and Yamato grabbed his drink and held me closer with his free hand. Usually this is when I go ahead and snuggle back into him, but today I was upset, and instead I pushed him away and scooted to the opposite end of the couch.

“What?” Yamato huffed, not happy about me not being on his shoulder for once.

“Nothing.” I stared back at the television screen.

“Well something’s up.”

“No, nothing’s wrong.”

“What? You’re THAT upset about this whole thing?!”

“…”

“Fine then.” Yamato huffed returning his attention to the show, and angrily sipping his coffee. I quickly glanced at him, realizing how angry he was and how he did have a right to be…no I have to keep my foot down! Remember Taichi…you did nothing wrong, and you will make him apologize first.

After a couple of minutes and rude sounds of sipping hot beverages, Yamato got up from the couch. I looked at him getting up and moving towards the kitchen, probably just putting his cup away, and just when I was turning my head back to the TV screen, my head shot back to fully get a look at Yamato.

“Yama.”

“Hm?” He stopped and slightly turned to me, though harshness was present in his voice.

I pointed my finger at him, “Your back…”

At this Yamato smirked, “Ah this?” he turned around to look at me, “Acting without thinking. You do it too.”

My eyes peaked with embarrassment, and I shyly looked away, “S…sorry…”

“Do you remember doing it?” Yamato put the cup on the counter and then sat on the arm rest closest to me.

“No…” I shake my head, burying my face into my knees. Yamato then slinks to sit beside me, and grabs my hand to kiss it.

“Admirable scratches,” Yamato loomed close into my face, “Scratches so deeply drawn, that it could be seen from across the room.”

“Sorry…I didn’t know…I wasn’t…I…did they hurt?”

“At the beginning yes. But then they become less of a priority you know.”

I pouted and tiredly fell on his shoulder, thinking of how he probably had this planned. Instead of saying, ‘I’m sorry’ or smiling when I overreacted about the love bite…It turns out in the end that what I do to Yamato is much more worse. That in the end, he’s the one spoiling me, letting me complain and childishly scold him and all he does is welcome me back with open amrs…How could have I acted the way I did? I should have thought it through a little more…

“Taichi, what’s wrong?” Yamato rubbed my arm.

“Nothing really…” I put my hand on his, ceasing it to move, “Why, what do you think is wrong?”

“Nothing now I guess, since there is apparently nothing wrong.” He looks back at the neglected television show, and for a few minutes the constant blabbering of the horrendous scandal going on in the celebrity world fill the room. It wasn’t until I felt a couple eyes staring me down when I decided to look up to see those oceanic eyes.

“May I help you?” I asked in my usual cocky tone.

“Nah, I’m just thinking about how you already do.” Yamato played with my hair for a little bit.

“Oh really? And how did I help you?”

“For spoiling me.” Yamato bluntly put.

“Wha…” I scoffed to maintain my voice, “How am I spoiling you?”

“Simple, by not denying it when I say that you are mine.”

My eyes widen, “What? Since when-” Yamato cut me off with a kiss.

“Eh, makes me want to bind to you all the more.” He softly smiled, the poor lighting in the room only accented his beautiful features.

“You’re not making much sense…” I muttered, unsure of what to answer. I didn’t see how I was spoiling him. He showers me with love and care, tries to buy countless things for me again and again, and most of all isn’t embarrassed to be around with me, no matter where he is. He’s the perfect, ideal, loving boyfriend. Unlike me, who whines, overreacts, gets into a jealous rage often, clumsy and totally misplaced with the high world of fame, and don’t get me started on how childish I act. I was the one spoiled….

“Don’t really have to, you know.” With this he put all of his weight onto me, allowing me to pushed back so that we were both lying down on the small couch. He put his arms around my waist hugging me tighter than before. I smiled and cuddled into his chest, sighing contently knowing our petty fight was over, and putting my unrest thoughts away.

His sweet temptation, blows onto me catching me like some sort of icy blaze if possible. Catching me with it’s comfortable winds, and without much resistance doesn’t let me go for a moment. Yamato’s voice, his deep gaze, and his warm hands, end up shining more vividly than any mark.

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“Oh yea did you find it yet?” Yamato broke the comforting tranquility in the room.

“What?” I perked my head up. Cocking my head to the side to show my confusion.

“This.” Yamato lifted my sleeve up and on my upper arm was a bright purple and red hickey, “I was careful of placing it there!” I looked twice at it, surprised and yet a bit grumpy that he had found a loophole to my rule.

“The hell is this!?” I raised my voice, shaking out of his hug and bending my arm in weird ways to get a better look at it.

“A hickey.” Yamato laughed.

“I know that! What the hell! I told you not to leave one!” I tried to give him my best glare…which failed.

“I’d figured that if it was in a less obvious place, it would be okay.”

“No! Did I say that! NO! I said, not to leave any hickeys, meaning DON’T LEAVE ANY!” I don’t remember him kissing my arm…come to think of it I never remember much from sex…

“No one is going to see it. Especially in this tundra of a weather.”

“You’d said you weren’t going to leave one!”

“Taichi…come on, I’m sorry! Did you really think I wasn’t going to do it with you and NOT leave anything?”

“Well now I know!”

“You didn’t even notice!”

“I do now don’t I?”

“Chi-”

“Do NOT use cute nicknames when I am MAD!”

“Fine, Taichi-”

“Oh, so it’s so serious to use my full name?!”

“What? You just-”

“I’m leaving!” I yelled one final time, before getting off the couch, and stomping off.

“Hold on a minute!” Yamato got up and ran after me.

“Never!” I tried to close the bedroom door on him.

“Taichi!” Yamato pushed against it.

“Again with the full name!?”

“What do you want me to say? Boy?!” Yamato being the stronger shoved the opened and I ran to the other side.

“Go away!”

“Get back here!” Yamato to grab me and the both if us fell on the floor. Then, using most of his strength, he dragged me back into his arms.

“No, let go of me!” I kicked and screamed. Yamato being the loving boyfriend he is, still managed to hug me close, even I was trying to pry away. And, he somehow got to my face and kissed me harshly, only to soften the intended kiss in order to calm me down. It worked, and when we parted I blushed and rested against his chest and Yamato just held me.

“Taichi.”

“Hm.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, Yama.”

“Yea.”

“But do you know what I love more?”

“What?”

“When you don’t leave a hickey on me for everyone to see- and before you say anything. Did you remember that the old gang, which includes us, are still planning on going to Hawaii in a couple days to escape the cold Japan?”

“…”

“I thought so.”

Yep, just Yamato being with me, shines brighter than any mark.

COMPLETION!!! Though I should be updating a previous fic….

Again a little short…just to get the blood flowing….

In my head it seemed cute…but then again I have high/twisted tastes on cute….

At any point. Review to leave any thoughts! They are much appreciated.