"Come on, Yama-chan! It'll be fun!"

"Don't call me Yama-chan," Yamato muttered, glaring into the mirror. He was NOT going to wear this.

Taichi laughed and shook his head, running his hands down Yamato's chest and smoothing the black silk shirt out. "You look hot."

Yamato felt his ears turn red and he glared harder at his best friend. "Shut up. I look like you. You're wearing the same fucking thing!"

"I am not. Mine's orange," Taichi replied, buttoning up his own shirt.

"That's not the point!" Yamato growled.

Taichi grinned widely at Yamato and shrugged. "So what is?"

"The point is that I look..."

"What? Gay?"

Yamato felt the flush on his ears travel down his neck.

"Well, that's alright, since you ARE gay, and we ARE going to a club. Besides, it's your own fault for not having anything hot to wear."

"I hate you," Yamato grumbled, looking back at himself in the mirror.

Taichi just handed him a pair of leather pants, waggling his eyebrows at him.

Yamato really, really did hate him.