Desecration Smile

Summary: In his ultimate quest to give Kai a hickey, Ray finds himself facing overwhelming odds to achieve his goal.

Disclaimer: This authoress does not own Beyblade or any of the respective characters. Sadly, this is only an unrequited dream.

Warnings: Language and yaoi.

A/N: My second and (hopefully) better Beyblade fic. Read, enjoy AND review!

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This was so unfair.

How could he be so unfair?

"Kai."

"…"

"Kai…"

"…."

He could at least have the decency to look at me while I have my pleading face on. I'll have you know that this is a very rare occasion: normally I don't have to beg. Normally all I have to do is blink and we're at it like there's no tomorrow.

"Please let me do it."

"No."

At least I'm making some progress, he said something else besides his customary 'hn'. Honestly, how could someone as intelligent and educated as Kai have a vocabulary that consists mostly of hn? Of course I am exaggerating somewhat, but between silences and hn's, conversation is pretty thin. Kai is most definitely not one of those unfortunate souls infected with verbal diarrhoea. He says what needs to be said when it actually matters.

Which is one of the reasons why I love him, of course. His strength, his confidence, his cool demeanour… I love everything about him. Even his annoying tenacity, which says a lot for my patience. But trying to force Kai into doing something he does not want to do is akin to attempting to grind a mouthful of iron nails into powder using your teeth.

Add the fact that he is so beautiful I forget to breathe every time I look at him and I enter this mindless daze where I can only stare and marvel at his exquisite perfection. But as much as that is true and worth fantasizing over for many hours, it has jack to do with my current argument. Right now I'm willing to strangle the stubbornness out of his gorgeous body.

"I only want to try it once, Kai. I promise."

"If I remember correctly, you said the same thing about the handcuffs."

So? Have I been forcing you to use them for the past three months?

Biting back that retort, I resort to pouting. Usually this is the point when he gives in, but apparently the laptop is more important than my needs, which is completely unacceptable. Thinking hard, I decide the aptly named petulant whine should work. It has rarely failed me before.

My theory works in two ways: usually, I employ this dirty tactic to get his attention away from work and on me where it rightfully belongs by forcing him to kiss me to keep me quiet. And when to comes to me and Kai, one kiss always leads to another. Extremely effective and definitely enjoyable for both of us in the long run.

The second tactic is the trickier of the two but it is a method I have honed into a fine art with many hours of practice: denial.

Simple sweet denial.

I whine, Kai tries to kiss me to shut me up, I push him away. And believe me, this is what took hours of practice. After that, he becomes mad, annoyed and decidedly pissed off. But after Kai has become frustrated, he needs a certain outlet which only I can supply.

I am so brilliant it even scares me.

So what do I do when he comes back to me? C'mon people, the only thing I would do is to make it worse!

Anyway, after ten straight minutes of refusal, Kai gets desperate. When I see that happening, I usually start to relent because he looks so adorable and let him have a small taste before pushing him away again. Then when he's really pissed, I let him have it.

I purr.

A soft, seductive rumble that goes directly to the part of his brain that controls his 'urges'. I'm sure you can imagine how this affects him.

You should see the look on his face when he hears it, it's absolutely priceless. He freezes with this wild gleam in his eyes and looks completely vulnerable, an expression I can personally guarantee you have not and never will see in your lifetime. Basically in this condition I can either get him to do whatever I want or submit and wait for the real fun to start. And believe me, I take full advantage whenever the first opportunity arises.

How else do you think I got him to agree to the handcuffs?

However, the probability of it working this time is slim. Like I said before, Kai is smart. Real smart. It's only a matter of time before he sees through my 'innocent' intentions. Well, I don't care. It should be easy enough this time, I reason to myself, since we're already on the bed anyway.

He will give in one way or another.

Eventually.

Someday.

Aw, who am I kidding? Kai will never give in to this. I have a better chance of convincing Tyson to become anorexic or persuading Max to believe mustard is poisoning his body (actually, this may be true- I could have sworn his skin had a distinctly yellow tinge the other day). This entire sorry affair will end the way it usually does: me flat on my back, hot, sweaty and begging.

But the petulant whine will have to do since I have nothing else in my arsenal. Pathetic as that may sound, there isn't much else that will break through Kai's steel defences. I have tried various other techniques, the most intricate and devious methods I can come up with, but nothing works on him.

Unless I try the tears approach.

It works like a charm, especially on Kai but I hardly ever use it because it leaves behind this awful feeling of guilt. He hates to see me cry and I hate to see him look upset. Besides, he always knows the difference between real tears and crocodile tears. I have never ever gotten away with fake tears. Honestly the boy is to smart for his own good and I have no idea how he does it.

See how my own boyfriend forces me to use sneaky tricks to get him to cooperate?

I sigh. It will have to be the whine.

"Kai…." I whimper pitifully, crawling forward on the bed and staring up at him through my lashes.

He tries not to look at me and fixes his gaze on whatever document has just lost the battle for his attentions. "It won't work this time," he warns me, inching ever so slightly away from where my wandering fingers have begun tugging on his pants.

Yeah right. If I had a dollar for every time you said that, I'd be able to buy out Bill Gates.

"Ray, I said no."

Your lips may have said "no" but your eyes said "oh god, yes".

"Do you really want me to leave?" he asks, now being distracted by the shirt which was slowly creeping up his flat stomach. "I have work that I need to do and you know I can't concentrate when you do that."

No, it is my life's ambition to be the best pest I can be. Notice that he hasn't exactly done anything to stop me so far. But Kai is right, he does have business to attend to: a horny neko-jin desperately in need of attention right NOW. And if I do not get that attention, there will be HELL to pay.

I pop some buttons on the shirt, growling playfully as my thumb finds its target, namely the sensitive spot just below his bellybutton. I hear a sharp intake of breath as my fingertips begin to lightly tickle his skin.

"I said no."

"But Kai, no one will see it here…"

He rolls his eyes, trying in vain to pry my fingers away from his waist. Fat chance of me letting go- once I have Kai where I want him, there is no way in hell I would let him get away. Now perhaps I can do what I wanted to do in the first place.

"Can I do it now?"

He twists around to glare at me and I grin cutely, leaning back on the bed to gaze up at him. And there it is, the tiniest flicker in his crimson eyes that tells me his resistance is crumbling.

"For the last time Ray, you cannot give me a hickey!"

"Why not? You give them to me all the time so it's only fair!"

He does not reply, but frowns. I sigh. Kai can be so difficult at times, I swear he does it on purpose to rile me up. Which, on top of everything else he does for me, is considerate to my needs since I like to be frustrated a little sometimes too. Could Kai be any more perfect?

If he would just let me give him a hickey, then yes he would be.

Kai watches me carefully and I yawn exaggeratedly, stretching my arms across his lap. I ignore the warning glance and begin to unravel my hair. My crowning glory, the silky black mass that is a bitch to maintain but a joy to display, cascades in a waterfall over his bare legs.

Normally Kai is the epitome of self-control.

Except when it comes to my hair.

He loves to run his hands through it, to bury his face in it. He never says so, but when his hands are tangled in my hair and he refuses to let go, its pretty obvious. Every night we both fall asleep with Kai stroking my head since it relaxes us both. He also has this really cute habit of twining a few strands around one finger when we cuddle or when he's just thinking.

I can see his eyes flick down to it and the hand on the bed twitches. I twist a little on his lap, my hair swishing over his thigh to pool between his legs. He swallows.

"Don't think I'm going to give in to this hickey scheme of yours."

I smile. "Hn."

He smirks and pulls me up before I can resist, hand gripping the back of my neck to pull me closer, the other entwined in my hair. As well as being a flawless specimen of a human being and child prodigy, Kai is a wonderful kisser (although this should come as no surprise to you) and can perform some amazing stunts with his tongue.

I have heard from some, namely Tala, that you really could see stars when someone kissed you.

Kai, on the other hand, does not make me see stars. He sends me straight into the centre of the sun, into total meltdown.

I think I can hear my brain being reduced to mush. Tip me over and I guarantee you'll hear it sloshing around. But the fact that my brain has ceased to function does not even matter, because I have just hit heaven.

His kiss becomes more demanding and I become more willing, pressing myself closer and twining my arms around his back. I feel his lips curve into a smile against mine and before I know it, I'm flat on my back.

Hot, sweaty and begging.

See, I told you it would turn out this way. Maybe I should consider prophesising as a career after I quit blading. Then again, it was really predictable. I know I was supposed to get him to what I wanted, but unfortunately I have almost zero resistance against Kai.

Damn him and his overpowering sexiness.

"K-Kai…"

He nuzzles my neck, giving me a playful little nip here and there that will see me borrowing one of his scarves tomorrow. Can you believe he is actually proud of this? Cause normally he guards his precious scarves like a rottweiler guarding a chunk of raw meat. I should know what he's like without one and believe me, it is not a pretty sight.

Hell hath no fury like a Hiwatari without a scarf.

Once Tyson and Max thought it would be funny to steal one of his patented white scarves and fly it above the dojo like a flag. After Kai got through with them, they would not dare to even look at the dreaded scarf that parks permanently around his neck. Sometimes I can still hear Tyson crying "no, not the scarf! Anything but the scarf!" in his sleep. Poor guy. But it serves him right for messing with the scarf.

I actually do love wearing it though. His clean scent usually clings to it like an exotic perfume and its unbelievably soft and warm, just like its owner. Whenever we have to be apart for some reason, I sneak one with me. Kai knows, but he also understands. Honestly, he can be so sweet sometimes that it makes my teeth ache.

But never mind that. I know you must be dying to get back to the making out.

As he gives me yet another hickey to add to my collection, I lift my head to glare at him. Alas, he manages to distract me yet again by planting a flaming kiss on my lips. I can only moan helplessly and completely melt into his embrace. Adrift in a sea of surrender, receiving one hot kiss after another, I finally give in and start unbuttoning the shirt I had abandoned earlier.

Then Kai does the unthinkable.

He pulls away. He pulls away from ME.

Not to admire me in all my glory like he should, but to slide off the bed and grab his laptop. And then exit the room without a backward glance. Did I happen to mention that besides being an almost perfect boyfriend, he could also be a complete and utter bastard?

"Kai!"

I only hear the soft patter of his receding footsteps.

"Kai, you cannot leave me here like this!" I yell desperately.

The bluenette head I have come to adore pokes around the doorframe to smirk at me. "Something wrong?"

I glare at him. "You know exactly what's wrong. Now get over here and fix it."

"Oh, I don't think so."

My mouth falls open. "What?"

He winks at me and my legs turn to jelly against my will. "Turnabout is fair play, Ray."

"That is not fair!"

Kai has the audacity to continue smirking in the face of my predicament. "Hn," he answers and disappears into the colossal labyrinth he calls a house.

Meanwhile I lie there, unsatisfied and very much pissed off. And to top it off, I never got to give him a hickey.

Could this day possibly get any worse?

Kai pops back into the room. "By the way," he says casually, "my team will be coming to visit tomorrow and they'll probably be staying for a couple of days."

"I am your team," I point out, still glaring at him. "Besides, Tyson and the others said nothing about coming to visit when I called them yesterday."

"My other team, Ray."

Oh no.

Why me? Why?

Obviously enjoying my sense of impending doom, Kai delivers another bombshell to further flatten my life before callously leaving me to wallow in deep despair. "Bryan said that he is looking forward to seeing you again."

Okay, now God is really screwing with me.

You know, when Bryan started dating Tala, I thought he would calm down. Wishful thinking. He takes some bizarre pleasure in making the lives of everyone around him miserable, except for his boyfriend and obviously Kai.

Tala, on the other hand, is a pretty nice guy and I have no clue what attracts him to Bryan, the boy demon. I suspect the answer lies in the bedroom and no, I do not want to go there. Just seeing them together is disturbing enough.

But back to my problems. How am I supposed to get a hickey on his body with those four floating around? It will be impossible to get Kai alone for five seconds, let alone give him one on a very prominent place!

I need a miracle.

And Buddha better be listening.

TBC