Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.

WARNING: Do not drink anything while reading this fanfic!

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Kai knew there was something wrong when Tyson, his long-time boyfriend, came home and went straight to the washroom. For the first 10 minutes he sat on the couch and resumed his reading, but when he heard an "Ow!" followed by a series of grunts and groans, concern settled in. He went to the washroom and politely knocked on the door. "Tyson, is everything ok?". At once the grunts ceased.

"Y-yeah! Everything is ok Kai!"

Shrugging, Kai went back to his spot on the sofa. After half an hour passed however, the Russian was deeply worried. He went and knocked on the bathroom door again. "Tyson, are you sure you're ok?"

"Yeah! I'll be out in a few minutes!" came the reply.

Once more Kai returned to the sofa, but an hour later, he simply couldn't wait around any longer. He returned to the washroom. "Tyson...what's wrong?" his voice was encased in a loving tenderness that was reserved only for the Japanese male.

After a few moments, he heard a sigh through the bathroom door. "Promise not to laugh?"

"Tyson, this is me we're talking about."

Another heavy sigh. "Kai...I'm full of shit."

The Russian raised an eyebrow. "...In what way?"

"I think something is too big to fit through my asshole."

Kai's eyes began to water as he tried to stifle his laughter. "What?"

"This massive turd is stuck up my ass."

Tears ran down Kai's face as he desperately tried to keep his giggles to himself, his arms grasping his sides.

"Kai?"

The dual-haired man tried to compose himself. "Yes?"

"I think I need help."

"Gimme a sec." Kai went upstairs into their bedroom and smothered his face into a pillow as he released the laughter that had bubbled up inside him. Once he was done, he went to their medicine cabinet. He knew that one day the bluenette's bad eating habits would do him in (despite his best efforts). He found the laxatives way in the back and poured a glass of water. He returned to the bathroom. "Tyson I have meds."

The bathroom door opened a crack and a tanned hand appeared. Kai gave the proper dosage of meds to the hand and the water. "Thank-you."

"We get you back on the healthy food diet from now on?"
"Can I put sugar in my oatmeal?"

"Idiot. I always put sugar in your oatmeal."

"...Oh."

There was silence.

"Kai?"

"Hn."

"My butt and legs are numb, I can't get up."

Kai had to bite his bottom lip to keep from laughing. He stepped into the bathroom, and there was Tyson, sitting on the porcelain throne with his pants around his ankles. Poor boy was as red as a tomato and was looking up at him shyly with those big chocolate orbs. Kai couldn't lie, as awkward as this was, there was something adorable about it. He leaned forward and the Japanese man wrapped his arms around his neck and he picked up the bluenette like one would pick up a toddler and carried him to the couch. He positioned them so that Tyson was laid down on top of him.

Tyson buried his face into the older's chest, wanting nothing more than to just disappear. Kai noticed this and lifted his chin with two fingers. "Hey. I love you."

"Still?"

"Always." He placed a tender kiss on the boy's forehead and turned on the TV. Gently, he rubbed Tyson's lower back as they started a Harry Potter Marathon. Half-way through the fourth movie, Tyson suddenly bolted up and made a bee-line straight for the bathroom. Kai was helpless as his laughter took hold of him.

A/N- In my defence, I was drinking alcoholic ice cream and let's just say something very similar to this happened to me today. I've been laughing for hours.

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