Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.
This is just me trying to get over a slight writer's block.
A door opened with an ominous creak, a slit of light barely escaping through the small space falling into the dusty room. With one hand on the edge of the door it was pushed open and allowed a huddled person to enter the dark room.
The darkness seemed impenetrable, the soft patter of rain on the room. A flicker of cloth was audible and the tilting figure turned suddenly, trying to espy the cause of the noise in the shades of the night.
"You..."
"Arh!" Kai jerked again. "I hate horrors!" He bellowed, burying himself in Tala's inviting arms.
"I hate them; I hate them; I hate them; I hate them." The soothing litany drowned out the renewed pleads for mercy and help that came from the television. On the couch Tala grinned. He didn't mind the horror movies. When you without fail ended up with an armful of hot lover who clung to you like a vice when you watched one it was impossible. That it also almost always lead to a make out session instigated by Kai so he could drown out the screams of terror was another definitive plus.
And as he had predicted Tala felt a pair of hot lips pressed to his neck. Tightening the hold on Kai's body he felt desire start to course through him as a moist tongue came into play, expertly teasing the sweet spots he had on his neck.
Yes, horrors were the best kind of movie.