Desecration Smile
I finally figured it out.
Sadly, 'it' is not how to give Kai a hickey. Even after an hour of seething and plotting, that particular solution still eludes me. What I did manage to figure out was how the boy demon managed to ensnare Tala. After all, Tala is normal and Bryan is another species altogether.
Their relationship must be an act of God.
The problem is, I doubt God would curse a great guy like Tala with the plague that is Bryan Kuznetsov. So after another hour of careful deliberation, I finally settled on this nifty little saying that I heard from Hilary once: You cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.
See? This perfectly explains how Bryan managed to get his claws into Tala! He must have been so freaked out by the boy demon staring at him with lust in his eyes and following his every movement that he gave in just to make it stop. I suppose Tala could have beaten Bryan to a bloody pulp instead, but that would negatively affect the team morale. Why? Because Bryan would have beaten him back and eventually they would have killed each other. Bam, no more Blitzkrieg Boys.
Actually, the consequences of that theory might not be so bad. Kai will be free to join the White Tigers and then I will have more of an opportunity to have him to myself. Unfortunately, I may not be able to prevent him from killing Mariah and Lee out of sheer annoyance. Even my devastating appeal may not be incentive enough for him to leave them unscathed. And that, as you may be able to guess, will cause considerable tension between me and my team-mates.
So… maybe it is a good idea for the Blitzkrieg Boys to continue existing. Which means that it is a good idea for Bryan to continue doing something as normal as dating (although I suspect he may re-define my concept of dating as 'screwing'). Either way, it definitely benefits the rest of us.
I wipe a tear from my eye and make a mental note to thank Tala for his amazing self-sacrifice. After all, I imagine that a horny Bryan is even more of a nightmare to deal with than the 'normal' one. Thank god Tala is around to relieve the rest of us from that joyous experience.
So why am I allowing my thoughts to dominated by them and not the hickey scheme?
Simple. As of tomorrow, they will be dominating this house, invading the private domain that I share with Kai. Do you have any idea of how difficult it is to sneak a few minutes alone with him when four bladers are constantly floating around like freaking ghosts? In a house this big, they should not be able to do that. It took me three weeks just to be able to find my way to the kitchen without getting lost and yelling for Kai to rescue me.
Not to mention that all four of them also have this unnerving ability to find Kai. A million different rooms and they always know which one Kai is in at any time (and when I say any time, I mean any time). In other words, my sex-life is officially dead when the Blitzkrieg Boys come to visit. And I swear they do it on purpose. Its like they're playing a game of seek and destroy, with the aim of the game being to destroy any possibility of intimacy between me and Kai. And nine times out of ten, Bryan is the main instigator and culprit.
Surprised yet?
Sometimes, out of sheer desperation, I sneak into the shower with Kai and we enjoy a precious ten minutes until the water gets cold and forces us out. Much as we make full use of those minutes, it's never enough. So we take it eagerly to the bedroom, dripping wet and wrapped up in one towel. It should be bliss. It never is. One of them is always waiting for Kai and strangely enough, they are never disturbed by our naked and obviously horny states. It's a damn conspiracy I tell you!
Suffice to say, the mood is killed long before Kai gets back from fulfilling some absurd request so obviously designed to irritate me. Dead and buried, six feet under just like our dear old sex-life.
You must be wondering by now, why Kai allows this to happen. Why does he let a group of psychotic bladers (okay, so Bryan is the only one you can really call psychotic but I have been wondering about Ian lately) interfere with his and more importantly our love life? You would think, as well as I would, that a Hiwatari does not tolerate that kind of behaviour. He should be ordering them around like his servants or something. Or at the very least tell them to bugger off.
But Kai, believe it or not, has a bit of a soft spot for them. Normally this would make me go "Aww, c'mere you!" and hug the stuffing out of him, but this time it is unacceptable. They are depriving me of 'quality time' with my boyfriend! Yes, I know that they have a whole tragic past together and have shared many hardships, but this is ridiculous.
The good news is that once they leave, Kai and I hop back in the sack. And after days of pent up frustration, all I can say is that it's better than chocolate. Yum.
Come to think of it, I can't remember the last time I used chocolate on Kai… or whipped cream for that matter. That tells me that I need to start training properly again cause I'm getting lazy and those creative juices have so not been flowing lately.
Speaking of food, my stomach reminds me rather noisily that I should be putting my mouth to better use than just kissing boys.
Wondering idly what culinary masterpiece Kai has whipped up for tonight, I slide off the bed, taking care not to drag his Dranzer plushie with me. But I pause and hold it briefly in my arms, smiling as I remember the day I gave it to Kai.
It was two days after the Justice Five tournament and I was flying back to China to visit my family for a week. Kai had wanted to come with me but his doctor recommended that he not make the long trip since he was still a little battered from his match against Brooklyn. So I, being the thoughtful boyfriend that I am, gave him the Dranzer plushie to keep him company while I was gone. He looked at it dubiously at the time but thanked me with a passionate kiss anyway. However, Tala has since told me that Kai slept with it next to him the whole time I was gone (yes, they gleefully seized the opportunity to invade the mansion yet again with the excuse that someone had to 'look after' Kai). He also told me that Bryan said it looked like a giant red chicken that overdosed on growth hormones, which really pissed me off at the time.
Looking at it now, I have to admit that he may have a point.
I set it down gently on his pillow, parking it right next to the matching Drigger plushie where it rightfully belongs and make my way down to the kitchen. The house is surprisingly quiet, even for this time of night, but unlike his grandfather, Kai despises having an army of servants waiting on him hand and foot. Of course he still has them but he makes sure they have disappeared by late afternoon so we have the place to our naughty selves for night-time games.
The second I walk through the door, the most heavenly smell hits me like a sledgehammer and my stomach gives a deafening rumble. Kai lifts his head from the bubbling pot and smirks.
"Hungry?" he asks, raising a brow in a decidedly suggestive manner.
I smirk right back, anticipating that supper may be taking a backseat this evening. "Starving."
He motions me to sit down and I do, grinning like an idiot until I realize what the smell is.
No.
He didn't.
Meanwhile, he just stands there, looking completely innocent, with the smirk now in danger of being permanently etched on his face. "I'll have dinner on the table in a minute."
Damn.
I watch his every movement as he spoons an ample helping onto my plate and sets it down in front of me with a flourish, flashing a knowing smile. I stare at the plate and then my gaze moves up to rest on his face. "You did this on purpose!"
"I thought it was one of your favourites," he replies with feigned surprise. "Usually you finish off all the leftovers by yourself and refuse to share. Look, I even sprinkled it with extra cheese. Just the way you like it."
I stare miserably at the delicious meal sitting in front of me. He was right. Spaghetti bolognaise was one of my favourites.
It was also the messiest and most undignified meal in existence. How the hell can I seduce him by eating this?
And he knows it.
"Kai!"
He sits down with his own plate and picks up his fork, twirling the spaghetti around it elegantly. "Hn."
I stare accusingly at him as he continues to eat. How can he eat without letting a single drop of sauce splash on his chin or sweater? How?
My eyes drop down to my own meal. I on the other hand, cannot eat spaghetti without making a huge mess. Much as I love it, the sauce always ends up on my face and sweater. I can't help it.
And it is impossible to feel sexy with spaghetti sauce rubbed on your skin. Believe me, I know from awkward experience.
Tentatively, I reach out to twirl a single strand of spaghetti around my fork, holding it as far away from me as I can and wince as the delicious red evil winks at me. I move it closer and closer…
"Damn it!"
Those red eyes look up with an amused glint. "Having trouble, Ray?" he asks amiably, taking a casual sip of his water.
"No," I hiss, glaring hatefully at the red spot now marring my white sweater.
I should have known Kai was going to pull something like this. The minute he walked out of that room two hours ago, I should have known. Tch, using my favourite food against me? Really, that is something I would expect from myself rather than Kai.
I sigh. He smirks.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
He shrugs, pretending indifference.
"You enjoy torturing me."
"Hn."
"…"
"…"
"You think this is funny?"
He swallows calmly and chuckles. "Hilarious."
"Hah. Hah. Your tremendous wit is killing me."
His eyes stray pointedly to the red stain on my sweater. "I can see that."
Resisting the urge to throw my spaghetti in his gorgeous face, I settle for gouging chips of wood out of the antique table with my fingernails and grinding my teeth from frustration for emphasis. He watches serenely. After all, what is one table when you can afford ten million more?
Finally, I give up after glaring at him for five minutes straight. I'm starving and the spaghetti is starting to smell really good.
"Good kitty."
"…"
I am going to pretend I did not hear that. Else I might just bite through an artery when I give him the inevitable hickey. He knows very well that I hate being called 'kitty' for the number one reason that it is Bryan's mode of address for me whenever I have the misfortune of sharing a breathing space with him. Also, whatever I may look like, I am not a cat. I am a neko-jin, a person that happens to look a teensy bit like a real cat. You would think that after all this time, people would know that.
Normally I would have been insulted by the above comment, but I know Kai would never say anything deliberately to hurt or offend me. This time though, his sweetness is a little lost on me.
By the time I finish eating, Kai is openly laughing at me. In dismay, I look down to see that my sweater now resembles a canvas that someone let loose a crazy clown on. Red polka dots of spaghetti sauce now decorate my chin as well and I wipe it away carefully with my napkin, glowering in his direction.
Shaking his head bemusedly, Kai rises from the table and pats my head, letting it linger for a few seconds to stroke my hair gently. "I'll take care of the dishes. You go and get cleaned up."
Ordinarily this sweet gesture would see me glomping him. Now however, it is a challenge.
He may have won this battle but the war is NOT over until I plant a hickey on his neck. Thankfully, I have one more night until the terror team arrive to destroy any chances I have of doing so. And I am going to make Kai beg for that love-bite.
I wonder if we still have that leftover chocolate mousse in the refrigerator…
TBC
A/N: Thank you SO much for all the reviews so far (and I hope there will be many, many more because this authoress feeds of reviews and needs them to continue writing). So the next chapter will see some bedroom action from Kai and Ray as our intrepid neko-jin attempts to give Kai a hickey before the Blitzkrieg Boys show up to ruin (create) the fun. Also feel free to suggest any possible situations that you may want to see poor Ray get himself into and I will gladly use them, particularly if my own inspiration runs dry.