Title: Dancing in the moonlight.
Summary: Kai hated working in a restaurant, especially during the night shift - until he was offered an irresistible dessert.
Pairings: Miguel/Kai
Onesided: Miguel/Tyson
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade.

Yeah, I know. I promised kai-luver-666 and DarkAngelBrooklynKingston a Miguel/Kai oneshot, but I think this will at least be a two or three-shot now. I also know that I promised this a few days ago, but reality got in the way and I got sick because of it. God damn cold! So I ask that you please bear with me as my mind is as fuzzy as a toilet wall in a service station wash room.

I might, pft who I am kidding? I will do a lemon oneshot later. Maybe after I finish at least one of my current fics or when I get over this cold. Well, either way, I hope you enjoy this rather short series of my all time favorite couple.

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Kai sighs, running an irritable hand through his unique two tone blue hair. He took a deep breath and blew the bangs from his eyes.

Just how did he end up working in a trendy beachfront restaurant anyway? Oh, yeah. Tyson. Somehow Kai was convinced by Tyson and his 'followers' to take a tour through Europe, places they couldn't get to last time they were stuck here. The first part of the tour was in Spain and they just happened to come across a little sleepy, but very popular with the tourist, beachside town that also just happened to have a certain blond hair blader in it, who just happened to need a bit of help in his family restaurant. Well, since Tyson just happened to be so chartable he offered the services of G Revolution.

The stupid Git could have at least asked if that was all right with everyone else first.

But he didn't and the next thing Kai knew, he was handed an apron, a small note book and a medium size serving tray before then pushed out into a pack dinning room. Why the hell did these old manors have to have such large dinning rooms?

Kai hated restaurants and he hated them even more if he was working in them. He was seriously beginning to hate the night shifts. In fact he loathed them as the place would become hot, busy, stuffy and very loud. Turning such an old, historic place into a trendy restaurant would seem impossible to anyone else but somehow it was being pulled off, with great success.

The one good thing about night shifts though was Kai wasn't alone, Miguel, his ever so grateful boss, also worked night shifts.

He was unlike anyone Kai has seen before. He had a beautiful face, intense blue eyes, a great tan, golden blond hair and the best body anyone has ever seen. He smelled like sea salt air and sexy aftershave. His appearance would make the hardest of individuals swoon at his feet, and Kai was no exception, but he had way too much self control to throw himself at the stunning blond, unlike another person he could name.

CoughTysonCough.

The dark hair blunette would hang around Miguel like a bad smell and Kai figured the only reason Tyson offered Miguel help was so he could have the perfect excuse to hang around the blond. Miguel would regard Tyson with soft eyes and laugh quietly at the younger teens antics.

Tyson would always come in the restaurant after the night shift was over and comment on how hot and bother Kai looked. And tonight was no exception.

"Hey, guys!" he said cheerfully, but mainly focusing his attention at Miguel. He then turns his attention to Kai. "Wow Kai, you look like crap, your face is all red and you're sweating pretty bad."

It was the same every night, Tyson would make some unwitting comment about how tired and bothered Kai looked and Miguel would immediately jump to his defense.

"I think he looks fine," Miguel said, placing his hand on Kai's shoulder. "He looks healthy and he is such a hard worker, I'm grateful that he's helping me with the night shift," he then gave Kai's shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Which only made him blush further, if he blushed anymore Kai feared that his head might explode!

Immediately Tyson jumped in. "I could help with the night shift, too, you know?"

Miguel shook his head. "That's all right, you're needed during the day shift, besides," he turn to glance at Kai. "Kai and I have everything covered here."

Tyson frowns and Kai thought he might faint from all the blood rushing to his head. Outwardly he looks fine, a light flush on his cheeks, lightly damp hair clinging to his forehead, his stature strong as ever. But inwardly he felt exhausted. He felt all hot and sticky, and he was pretty sure he smelled like something dead.

Miguel on the other hand looks as perfect as ever, hardy a strand out of place, his skin glistering slightly due to a light sheen of sweat on his tanned skin, the way his muscles rippled as he lift up the chairs and places them upside down on the tables with very little effort.

Dammit, it should be illegal for anyone to be that perfect.

"Need any help, Miguel?" Tyson asks finally, hopefully.

"I said everything is fine, Tyson," Miguel replied as he went about to get another chair.

"But you shouldn't do all this by yourself," Tyson pouted.

"I already told you, I'm not by myself."

"Kai?" Tyson snorted. "He looks like he's about to drop any minute."

Kai felt his eye twitch. I'll drop him in a minute. He seethe to himself. He places his tray that he was carrying on the bar and went about stacking the chairs up alongside Miguel, who nodded his thanks again.

"Go to bed, Tyson," Kai said, irritation clearly shown in his voice. "It's way past your bedtime, anyway."

"You can't go ordering me around, Kai!" Tyson snaps his reply.

Kai smirks slightly to himself. He was only angry because he made fun of him in front of Miguel.

"It wasn't an order, Tyson," Miguel said calmly, before Kai had a chance to reply. "It was a suggestion, one I think you should follow, you have the morning shift, remember?"

Tyson immediately returned back to his cheerful self when Miguel turns his attention to him. He laughs and places a hand behind his head. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he said his goodnights and left the room, almost reluctant to leave the two of them alone.

Kai inwardly sighs with relief, Tyson can be so overwhelming at times, always on about friendship and being the world champion. He probably already told Miguel about fifty times.

"I thought he would never leave," Miguel mutters softly, but loud enough for Kai to hear.

Together the two of them quickly stacked up all the chairs and Kai ventures into the back room to get a broom, but Miguel stops him.

"That can wait until morning, I'm sure Tyson won't mind."

Kai stifled a smirk. The thought of Tyson sweeping up while muttering darkly enters his mind.

"Kai?" Miguel asks, snapping Kai from his Tyson torture themed thoughts to focus his attention to the blond in front of him. "Do you mind starting work a little bit earlier tomorrow? You see there is a footy match on tomorrow night and 'the boys' want to have a footy theme function here. You don't mind, do you?"

Kai inwardly groans. The thought of a bunch of drunken yahoos yelling insults at the television in the far corner of the restaurant was not something to look forward to. If he could he'd avoid it like the plague, but once Miguel has his perfect blue eyes trained on him, looking soft as he waits for a response, how on earth could Kai possibly say no to that?

Dammit, what is with blond hair, blue eye boys and the inability to say no to them?

"Sure, I don't mind."

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Yay, Kai is a waiter. Personally I don't think Kai would make a good waiter, he'd get fired after a short time for insulting the customers. Not that I blame him though, some customers are just such a pain in the ass that the thought of bodily harm seems like a good idea.

(Points to the second last line of the story) I have that same problem. Damn those baby blues! (stalks off ranting and raving)

Next chapter: Footy night!

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