Author's Notes: The lemon isn't as hardcore as it could have been, alas. Haha! Yay I finished something!
Too Much Tyson to Handle
Tala looked like he was caught between snickering and smiling fondly at the screen.
Kai was loath to know what the redhead was wasting their VERY limited bandwidth on. This particular base had a total of two computers on the whole premises and only this one had net access. He stood at the end of the desk for a total of one minute before he got fed up.
"Move." Kai deadpanned.
Tala fidgeted with some of the browsers and windows open on the screen. "One minute!" He said irritated. Ignoring Kai only worked for so long.
"You want to get that document from Mr. Dickenson, or not?" Kai threatened. "I need to e-mail him for it."
"No need." Tala smirked and caught the holder of Dranzer's eye. "I'm one step ahead of you."
Kai let out an angry breath and moved to leave when the furious click clack of keys and Tala's amused laugh made him pause.
"Just what's so funny?"
"Nothing." The redhead smirked indulgently and tapped the keys a bit more. "I've just managed to catch Tyson online."
That stopped Kai cold.
He stalked up to the screen and nearly shoved Tala out of the way. The other teen snorted but held fast in his chair as they struggled to both look at the screen at the same time without bumping heads.
"Geeze Kai!" Tala complained and rolled his eyes. He double clicked the window to bring it up for the pushy blader to see.
He watched Kai's stern face out of the corner of his violet eye with a smirk. "This is a rare occurrence. I had no idea Tyson even owned a computer or knew how to use one."
Tala grinned as Kai's eyebrows furrowed. "He's taking a long time to reply." The two toned blader said noncommittally.
Kai watched as Tala shrugged then fussed with the window a bit more, not giving him a chance to read anything. It wasn't like he had a clue on what to do anyway. He used the internet even less than Ray, who didn't have access to a computer for at least a hundred kilometers in the White Tiger Hills.
"Says here he's got a webcam." Tala said, and sent the invite to start it up.
Kai crossed his arms uncomfortably.
Tyson's mouth fell open, his hand moving on the front of his underwear again. Oh my god, it was so WRONG, but their first ever match was playing and he remembered so clearly what he'd felt at the moment Kai broke his blade. Want. Want. Want. Or was that now?
The instant messenger pinged and he hit the Enter key randomly, managing to let up on himself to massage his fingers roughly into his chest. Gosh, were his nipples always this hard?
The computer pinged again.
"Is this worki—HELLO!!" Tala's snarky voice was unmistakable as it blared from his dusty speakers.
"Wa-Woah Woah, wait!" Tyson exclaimed with dread. When had the window changed up!? He saw his avatar section now had a moving picture featuring him, shirtless, in plain view.
"OH HO." Tala crowed. "And just why are you naked, Tyson?"
"I'm-I'm NOT!" The world champ stammered desperately. "It's… just—hot." Tyson said weakly. He blinked in distress, sitting up from his casual slouch. "You can SEE me? A-And I can HEAR you! ...Can you hear me too?"
He could hear the Russian chuckle. "Yes."
Tyson didn't even know he OWNED a web camera. He clumsily began knocking things off the top of his computer. Half scribbled-in notebooks, a mug with pens in it, a weird ball with a plug attached that was blinking… Wait a minute.
"Is this standard practice when you're online?" Tala's voice asked, startling Tyson from his idiotic staring directly into the webcam.
He vaguely remembered Kenny in his room a long time ago when he'd gotten the computer as a birthday gift from his big brother overseas. He'd let Kenny set the whole thing up while he paid more attention to setting up the new beydish the guys had gotten him at the foot of his bed.
The Chief really liked video cameras too much.
"Umm…" Tyson sat back in his chair, his hair and eyes wild. "Hi."
The redhead slowly glanced to the side at Kai. They didn't have a webcam so Tyson definitely couldn't see them, which was a shame. The silent blader was pointedly looking away from the screen, nose a little bit red. Surely this wasn't the first time Kai'd seen Tyson in such a… condition. Tala's face turned devious.
"You should be careful about what you do on the computer Tyson. A LOT of people would kill to have images of you in… a less than decent state." The corner of Tala's mouth curved upwards mildly.
The world champ rubbed the back of his bare neck under his thick ponytail. He was blushing, he could feel it. Tyson suddenly did NOT feel so hot. That had to be the most embarrassing thing EVER. Almost caught on CAMERA doing… doing THAT.
"Thanks for the advice." He grimaced. "It's just you there right?"
At that, the holder of Dranzer bristled.
"Kai's here too. Killjoy."
Tyson nearly died.
He stayed so still that Tala thought the web camera feed had frozen.
"Is this thing working?!" The Russian slapped the side of the computer.
Tyson laughed nervously, crossing his arms over his bare chest in defense. He trained his gaze on a dirty sock wedged in his desk drawer. "Um.. H-Hey… Kai." He smiled and his eyes jetted to the screen for a second then back down.
Kai glared at the screen like he was scrutinizing an unbelievably powerful foe. Tala nearly smacked his forehead in exasperation.
"Well, looks like Kai's speechless." His smarmy voice jostled Kai out of his reverie.
Tyson bit his lip to keep from grinning. Despite himself, he snickered. "Yeah that's like only ALL the time." He smiled at the screen, still hugging himself. "Will you come home soon, Kai?"
The moment the heartfelt question was out of his mouth Tyson regretted it and twisted his face up. Stupid! Kai hated it when he complained about him being away.
The dual haired blader frowned.
"What's going on?" A sardonic voice asked from across the room. Tala and Kai turned to see Bryan and Spencer entering the sad excuse for a computer facility.
"Time's up, I'm next." Bryan continued and peered at the screen. His eyebrows shot up to touch his shortly cropped bangs. He and Spencer shared a look.
"Er…OK," The world champ fidgeted. "Who else is there?!" Tyson deeply regretted not being able to get up and get a shirt without flashing everyone his little briefs. Not to mention he was still kind of... even when he was talking to Tala… but Kai was WATCHING and—
He was irreversibly screwed up. Obviously.
The midnight blue haired teen groaned almost inaudibly and rubbed his neck again, this time to calm himself.
Kai watched the small video feed with intensity. "Tyson--"
And then the net shut off.
"Um... Hello?" Tyson tried. He typed a message but it bounced back.
Did Kai log off because he didn't want to see him anymore? He probably wasn't coming back home at ALL. Tyson grit his teeth and hit his forehead on the computer screen. The screen's static shocked him and he jumped, a little lock of hair sticking straight up.
Tyson's lips parted and he clenched his teeth. Great. Just great. In a fit of anger he grabbed the stupid webcam and stuffed it into the mug.
Kai stood there gormlessly with his mouth half open. He pursed his lips and blinked furiously.
"Oh, well that tears it." Bryan sneered slightly, rolling his eyes.
"Wow looks like we chewed through all our bandwidth." Tala examined with dismay. "You'll just have to take Kai's time tomorrow."
"What?" The dual haired blader bit out sourly. He was still staring at the now disconnected messenger window.
Tala shrugged. "It was YOUR turn we used to webcam Tyson. Not MY fault you took your time... TALKING." The redhead looked at him like he meant something completely different. "You totally owe 'em."
"You people use the computer too much." Kai shifted angrily and jammed the power button.
Spencer sulked. "I'm gonna go to Ian's, he's got the net and a big screen too."
"Sweet!" The other Blitzkrieg boys chorused, except Kai. The tall teens filed out of the room to go grab their coats and gear. It was raining out and they'd have to walk to the bus stop.
Kai lagged behind seemingly lost in thought.
"Daydreaming?" The resident redhead's voice buzzed in Kai's ear and he scowled, batting him away.
"I'm not surprised really. No wonder he has so many fans." He looked up to the ceiling which had long rows of florescent bulbs. Tala glanced to the side. "Except for the scars, anyway."
"Shut up Tala." Kai grit his teeth, his eyes covered by his bangs. "Stop joking around."
The face on the other teen was devilish. "Still though, he looked more than just a little hot. One wonders what the World Champ gets off to." Tala's voice was coloured with deep amusement. "Coming, Kai?"
"Enough." The red eyed blader glared and sat stonily down on the bench to readjust his launcher. His cheeks were rosy under the dark blue triangles.
The others left him alone, stewing in those idiotic ideas Tala had put in his head. And they got stuck there, for a very long time.
And then more quickly than Tyson had first thought, the two weeks were up.
Tyson grinned and greeted Max and Ray with bear hugs when they showed up early in the morning at the still-under construction BBA building. His heart flopped a bit with no sign of Kai but he ignored it in favor of Beyblading.
Kai. Beyblade. It had always been kind of impossible to separate the two.
It was when Tyson, with Max and Ray in tow, were just walking into the courtyard of the dojo that Kai appeared. The sun was setting low behind the wall that fenced the property off and he was sitting on top it, silhouetted like the dramatic guy he was.
Tyson's eyebrows rose, and it was a lot harder to block out the fact that something else rose a little bit too.
The sun finally sank below the horizon and dusk fell upon them.
"Man, I'm so jetlagged." The blonde yawned out. The day had been full of administration mumbo jumbo when they hadn't been teaching the kids at the new facility. Yeah, Max was now officially a PPB All Star. He did look a bit droopier than usual.
"Yeah, me too." Yawning was contagious and Ray caught it quickly. He rubbed one golden eye. Ray, as expected, turned up with the papers to switch teams as well.
"What about you Kai?" Max asked with interest.
Kai shrugged, still looking into the night sky. "I slept before I came over."
Yeah, what ABOUT Kai? Tyson had gone through the ordeal of Max and Ray leaving him a bit better this time around. Kenny had only gotten shoved once.
"So THAT'S why you were late." Ray exclaimed. "Geeze…" He didn't know whether to complain about how rude that was or envy the fact he hadn't thought of doing the same thing. He just smiled good-naturedly instead.
The group filtered into a friendly silence that only former teammates could do as they sat in the dojo and fiddled with their blades. Stars started to poke through the midnight blue blanket of a sky and Tyson helped the two sleepy bladers unroll their sleeping bags.
He flicked out the lights for them and found Kai sitting out on the deck.
"Hey," Tyson walked up behind the older boy a bit hesitantly. This was it. "Aren't you bored? You'll be awake for hours."
Kai didn't stir. "Go on. I'll stay out here."
"Wanna beyblade?" It was a question that had been on the tip of his tongue ever since he had laid his eyes on Kai. Not just today, but every day, and probably always. Tyson's lips quirked up into a smile when Kai looked over his shoulder.
"C'mon," Tyson urged Kai. "Up in my room."
Kai's expression went from hungry to dissatisfied in about two seconds. "The dish in your room is too small."
"No it's not." Tyson scowled.
"Let's do it in the courtyard dish." Kai frowned in reply.
Tyson's blood felt like it was rushing in all different directions. He couldn't think. "Kai," He breathed and grabbed the other blader's hand. "C'MON." He pulled them both up and all the way to the staircase in the main house until Kai relented and followed of his own accord.
Kai looked around the room like he was in enemy territory, and maybe that was true. The bed was set up horizontally flush against the wall and the head board was a bookcase that held random bits of beyblade paraphernalia and photographs. He spied the beydish on the floor at the foot of the bed and directly adjacent to the wall. As he had suspected, not much room to beyblade at all.
Tyson shut the door behind them and Kai took off his scarf. It WAS hot up here in the world champ's bedroom. That one time with the computer and Tyson and Tala, it seemed like so far away, but here it seemed a bit more real. His hands made uncomfortable fists.
"I'll take the bed. It'll prove I can beat you lying down!" Tyson laughed, almost out of breath in excitement, and crawled onto his small mattress.
Kai blew out a little breath and shook his head. "Whatever."
The two of them gathered up their blades and Tyson counted them down. Dragoon and Dranzer hit each other before even hitting the dish and then spun wildly, locked together.
The two tone haired teen did not take his eyes off the blue beyblade, lips pursed in concentration. Kai bladed silently for a long time, urging on his moves with his spirit.
"Dranzer, attack!" Kai shouted suddenly and looked up with a smirk on his face. The smirk instantly fell away in shock as Dragoon flew out of the dish with no resistance. The older teen's red eyes widened.
Tyson's eyes were squeezed shut and his free hand was running up and down the inside of his thigh and then over the zipper of his shorts. He groaned lowly, and his hand went to dip inside his waistband.
"Tyson!" Kai stared, speechless. "What are you DOING?"
"I can't… I just," The world champ panted with eyes wide and a little bit frantic. "I want…"
"Stop it!" The usually serious teen grabbed Tyson's wrist and held it up in the air causing Tyson to rise up on his knees.
Tyson was gasping heavily staring up at Kai. Had his shoulders always been that broad? The older teen stared down at him like he was nuts.
The world champ grasped around for something to say, anything to say, but came up blank. All he could do was stare.
Kai scowled, as if trying to dissect his mind. A blush immediately crept up the older teen's neck to his cheeks. This made Kai scowl even harder as if to cover it up.
A gloved hand curled into the side of Kai's shirt and the blader found himself pulled down to sit next to the world champ.
"What the hell was that? Dragoon's not THAT pathetic." He asked sarcastically, barely covering his uneasiness. They stared at each other for ages.
"Do you still want me?" Tyson whispered desperately into the hollow of Kai's neck, not giving him a chance to back away.
Kai jerked at the question. He let go of Tyson and ran a hand through his bangs roughly, a look of frustration and awkwardness on his face.
Tyson trembled and flexed his hold on Kai. He could feel the way every muscle seemed taut, thrumming in excitement or dread.
Kai's answer was very nearly inaudible over his head. "…Yeah."
"Yeah?" Tyson echoed softly with a smile creeping up.
Kai was looking at him like in the videos, with his upper lip twitching just a little bit. Those dark red eyes were trained on him. Kai wanted him. But this was real time and Tyson couldn't just stare like an idiot.
The holder of Dranzer brushed his friend's chin with his thumb and gave Tyson a small frown. "Yes."
Tyson pressed his mouth to Kai's. Finding no resistance, he bit Kai's lower lip tenderly. He sucked it just a tiny bit to soothe and came away with a small sound that only happened when he got to eat something REALLY yummy.
Kai was stunned.
"Mmn…" He took Kai's face in his hands. "You taste good." Tyson whispered and went in for seconds. His fingers skimmed Kai's sides and dropped to the taller teen's hips.
Kai broke the kiss, his eyes suddenly half lidded. "Is this what you want?" He asked but forgot to wait for an answer before he slipped his tongue into Tyson's mouth. They battled in a new way before Tyson climbed up and over Kai's legs to sit in his lap and sweep down to suck at his neck.
The heat all of a sudden seemed unbearable to Kai and he gasped, pulling on Tyson's hair. And then he pulled Tyson's t-shirt off.
Tyson slid to his knees on the floor and looked up at Kai expectantly. The older teen leant back on his elbows in hesitation, but that was short lived as Tyson pushed the hem of his purple t-shirt up to under his arms.
Kai's chest was pale and unscarred, like a blank canvas. Tyson buried his head in the other teen's lap in a very sinful way to worship.
He nuzzled Kai's lower abdomen and kissed whatever skin he could reach. Kai inhaled deeply and let his back hit the mattress fully. He covered his eyes with both hands as Tyson found his belly button and sucked.
"Ty-son………" Kai moaned in the back of his throat.
He pulled on Tyson's ponytail again and the world champ's head fell back. The long haired blader panted and licked his lips.
"I want you," Tyson murmured, massaging the thighs his hands were balanced on and Kai gasped, feeling his pants unzip.
Tyson licked thickly, like he was trying to get all the frosting off a cupcake. He held Kai tight and sucked in deep.
"Mmmmm" Tyson groaned around Kai's member, running his tongue and lips against it like he was starving.
Kai found it difficult to breathe through his fingers and his face was red when he let them fall away.
Tyson continued sucking up and down, up and down, his head moving at an erratic pace in Kai's lap. Sometimes he would stroke Kai hard with his hand and suck his own fingers, and then his hand would disappear behind himself. Somewhere along the line Tyson had lost his shorts and underwear but Kai couldn't have been sure when. Maybe Tyson hadn't even been wearing underwear.
"Tyson," He gasped and bit his lip to fight crying out, "Tyson, stop!—I'm…Ooohhh…."
"Yeah, Kai—!" Tyson moaned, breathless, and tongued the underside of his member's head.
"Oh Shit," Kai said through clenched teeth and his hip arched upwards.
His come coated the younger teen's tongue and lips and then disappeared within Tyson's mouth as he sucked him slowly, soothingly, bringing him down. Kai lifted his head to see Tyson running a finger across his lip.
"Shit," His head fell back against the mattress. He scrubbed at his eyes and ran his hands through his hair which was damp.
Tyson smiled smugly and combed his bangs back with his sticky hand. He got up and stumbled into a pair of too-large sweatpants that had to have been Max or Ray's left over on some long forgotten sleepover. He rustled around on his desk for something. The computer screen flicked on, seemingly having been asleep. No wonder the room was so hot.
Kai panted. He was uncoordinated as he took off his sweaty shirt and threw it on the floor. He stared at his friend.
The world champ's back was drenched with sweat. It glistened in the low light like his golden brown skin had been dipped in honey. The pants were riding low on Tyson's hips and Kai watched him pull at a bunched up part stuck to his behind. He set up a mug holding random desk-related stuff on top of his hard drive.
Tyson turned around to grin at him and the scars on his chest flashed silver in the dark.
"Come here." Kai sat up and commanded darkly. He didn't hesitate to tug down the already loose pants so they fell to the ground.
He ran his fingers down Tyson's chest scars briefly before pulling Tyson back onto the small bed with him.
"You're perfect," Kai whispered huskily as Tyson crawled on top him.
"I know." Tyson agreed. His voice was filled with affection.
Tyson's mouth sucked at his neck and then his earlobe before they kissed again and Kai groaned. The younger teen was all over him and he had to hold Tyson firmly by the hip and head to run his tongue down the roof of his mouth.
"Mmmmnnn…" Tyson melted and fisted the sheets tightly on either side of Kai's head.
Kai's hands found the small of Tyson's back and he pulled him down so that they could flip over. Tyson went willingly, an indulgent grin on his face with his head against the pillows and looked up through messy bangs.
Kai licked at his tan shoulder thickly and sucked in his breath when the inky haired blader under him arched up with a low moan. Salty, not sweet. He breathed deeply and lightly bit that ripe skin again.
"I want you." Kai confessed hoarsely. Tyson spread his legs.
Suddenly he had found himself with too much Tyson to handle.
The sheets were sticky and his room was humid beyond belief. The world champ cleared his throat in confusion and wiped his sweaty hair away from his face. The digital clock on his head board bookcase was now on his floor and it read WAY too early to be awake. But Kai was gone.
Tyson found Kai sitting outside on the deck. The sun was just peaking out behind the courtyard wall. They could faintly hear Grandpa's snores drift down from the house.
"I thought about it…" Kai spoke lowly before Tyson could even think of something to say. "I thought about it for a very long time. It's all I thought about."
Kai's red eyes looked amber in the sun and he gave Tyson that LOOK. "I'm going to stay with the Blitzkrieg boys."
Tyson nodded, his mouth twisting up despite himself.
"I want to be against you, all the time." Kai explained and got up. He was ruffled. His shirt had a million wrinkles in it and Tyson couldn't meet his eyes. Kai had no socks on.
"It's always been about this between us. You understand," A cool finger tipped his chin upwards. "Right?" Kai's eyes were dark, so dark, against the paleness of his skin and the silvery wisps of hair falling in front of them.
Tyson bit his lip. They stared at each other for ages until they heard Ray yawn loudly in the dojo.
"Do you still want me?" Kai asked almost desperately.
Tyson held up a CD case and the Blitzkrieg boy took it with a confused expression. The world champ didn't explain but pushed Kai back against a wooden pillar. They were nose to nose.
"I want you," Tyson said and Kai grabbed the back of his head as his own tongue was sucked on in the most delicious way. They broke apart and Tyson was rubbing the front of the Kai's pants slowly, a mischievous smirk on his face at Kai's reaction.
"More than EVER." Tyson finished with a wide smile and his eyes full of desire.
And by the end of the summer, Kai had a box too.
End. Thanks for reading!