Well, look who it is. That's right. It's me. I am back again. A lot faster this time. With a short af chapter. But um...enjoy I guess?

Disclaimer: My lazy ass is getting tired of typing this but I don't wanna be sued, so, I don't own Beyblade.

Track recommendation: Lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid (Listen to it while reading for the full experience *snickers*)

CHAPTER 4

Isn't it lovely, all alone?

Heart made of glass, my mind of stone

Tear me to pieces, skin to bone

Hello, welcome home

Billie Eilish, Khalid

Tyson raced up the stairs, taking two at a time, his feet barely touching a step fully before it was lifting up into the air again. Tears lined his eyes, blurring his vision, a sob trying to escape his throat as he hurried to get away - far, far away - from Kai. Tyson was flying up the same building where he'd hid Kai in the storage closet, trying to pull a disappearing act, just in case Kai decided to follow him.

The terrace door burst open to reveal a panting Tyson on the brink of a breakdown. That sob he'd managed to hold in for so long, finally made its way out in the form of a broken wheeze, before he crumbled onto his knees, face in his cupped hands. He partly didn't understand why he was crying, but the barrage of emotions had hit him like a truck and he had been completely vulnerable when they struck. He was more sober than he'd been in a year and all his defences had gone down the moment he risked his life to save the boy from the Russian.

Even though Tyson had seen Kai's face on the news multiple times over the last year and a half, in his mind, Kai had still been the same boy he'd met that afternoon in the park. The same boy he'd challenged to a bey battle. The same boy he'd learnt to respect as a captain. The same boy who'd taught him about hardwork and perseverance. The same boy who'd given him his first kiss and his first heart break. And when he'd seen the man who had already taken so much from him, trying to get his hands on Kai, he had rushed in without a further thought.

He'd almost hugged Kai in relief when he finally got the boy out of plain sight. Tyson had felt like he wasn't completely useless anymore, like he had finally been of use to someone who meant something to him. One of the biggest things that had haunted him since the Spectacle Arena Tragedy was how he had been a paralyzed and helpless onlooker when the people he held dearest to heart were shot to death right in front of him. Saving Kai's life had lifted an entire weight off his chest and he had been able to finally breathe again.

But all of those pleasant feelings had evaporated into thin air the moment a light had shown across their faces and Tyson saw the man before him. His first thought had been: it's not Kai. It's not Kai. How could it have been? The boy he'd known was definitely not the one he'd come across that night. Chisel-cut and iron-composed. He had barely reacted at the sight of Tyson. He'd expected more. A lot more, but what he'd gotten was something else entirely. Kai had looked like he didn't even recognize Tyson. Like he was some stranger and the look in the latter's eyes had seared into Tyson's heart.

He couldn't bear to see that and had had to distract himself. Protect himself from the tumult of emotions he knew Kai was capable of putting him through. Tyson had put mind over matter and been able to sneak the other into the nearest safe spot without breaking down right then and there. He was sober and in no condition to deal with everything that came along with Kai, but somehow he had been able to put up a brave front.

Tyson had been no match for Kai though, who'd seemed unbothered and unaffected like he hadn't just been running away from a madman and bumped into someone he hadn't seen in years. Someone he hadn't seen since they'd slept together. He was such a fucking contrast to Tyson who had been about to fall apart from how much the situation affected him. Kai had been in a black button down and slacks, slate hair all slicked to the side and perfect like he hadn't been sprinting a minute ago, and everything about him was so calm and collected. Even the atmosphere surrounding him seemed to hold a cold tranquility.

He wasn't Kai the beyblader anymore. He was Kai Hiwatari the CEO and Chairman of Hiwatari Enterprises. Someone Tyson did not even know. And in that moment, Tyson had scrambled to pull himself together and do what was imperative. He'd managed to tell Kai what he had to know with as less feet shuffling and stuttering as possible, but when Kai had interrupted him, his heart had nearly failed, because he'd sounded exactly like a stranger. It hadn't though and Tyson had strained to just get all the necessary words out so he could get away from the horrible suffocating place he was in. Away from the feelings.

When Kai had spoken for the second time, his voice had been low and the pitch so different and more emotionless than Tyson had ever known it to be, that he'd almost broken down at the realization. Truth was, when Tyson understood how the current circumstances with the Russian criminal would require him contacting Kai, he'd actually looked forward to it. The prospect of meeting Kai, or at least talking to him, had, no matter how much Tyson wanted to deny it, uplifted his spirit. Kai was something from his past that still remained and he wanted it back in his life, regardless of who it was. And finding out that he'd been wrong, so wrong to not expect Kai to have changed, even when the media proved otherwise all the time, hurt him in new ways he didn't know existed and the very unfamiliarity of the pain had him overwhelmed.

Tyson had gotten it done and he had been about to get out of there when Kai had touched him. Dragged a warm finger down his sensitive skin and whispered a thank you to Tyson, eyes sincere and familiar. So familiar. Tyson had wanted to lean into the touch, but it had lasted for only a millisecond. Kai had removed his hand from Tyson's as though it had burned him, and that reminded him of the morning he'd woken up to find the bed empty next to him when he'd fallen asleep with Kai the night before. Confirming doubts he'd never asked to be confirmed that day.

His entire body had been ready to fucking combust from the multitude of feelings roiling through it and he'd never been more thankful to escape from a situation than when he had finally stepped through the damn door.

Tyson dragged his face up from his hands, tears getting spread over his cheeks by his palms. He blinked at the starless night sky, inhaling in the fresh air, the knots in his chest loosening as his lungs filled up with cool air. He sat there crouched on the hard floor, palms steepled against his nose, trying to find his bearings. Kai's smooth face stood out like a white wall in his mind, blocking every other thought, chasing away whatever semblance of happiness he'd been holding onto, opening up all the sealed wounds, scratching them fresh.

That was it then. Nothing of Tyson's past life remained. All the love, happiness and laughter that had been a part of his life, had been wiped clean from his reality. God, what in the fuck had he done to deserve this? This was all so fucked. Fucked. Tyson didn't even want to think about what lay in his future. His eyes caught the edge of the roof and froze.

Wouldn't be the first time he'd thought of doing it. Tyson closed his eyes and hung his head, sighing. What would have been the point of holding on for so long if he were to just jump off a fucking roof now? He grit his teeth, groaning in frustration. Why did it have to be so fucking hard? He raked fingers across his scalp, thinking for a second, before shutting his eyes and reaching into his pockets.

Tyson stood up, walking across the terrace, steps light and careful as he approached the edge. He eyed the alley below, fingers closed over his stash, playing with the plastic cover. His fingers stilled when he saw Kai exit the closet, quietly closing the door, and making his way out of there. Tyson wondered for a second how the guy knew where he was going as he walked down the path with purpose. Tyson extracted his hand from his pocket, noting how his pulse sped up on its own accord in Kai's proximity. Just like how they always used to before everything changed.

That had remained the same. The inexplicably dizzying elation was the very reason why he had been able to find Kai that easily in the dark. It had led him straight to the boy. Tyson's nerves were all over the place, his heart beating so fast he involuntarily brought a hand up to his chest, his legs tingling, fingertips buzzing. "What the fuck" Tyson cursed, lips quivering, eyes wide in amazement. He could feel the pulsations against his palm. Adrenaline coursed high through him and Tyson's eyelids fluttered close at the feeling. It was so familiar. For a moment he felt as if he were back on that hill he and Kai always went up. For a moment he could pretend things were back to normal.

But they weren't. Things would never be the same again either. He watched as Kai combed his hair back, seconds before he disappeared around the corner.

The nerves lingered. Light and feathery under his skin, like he was slowly moving within his own body. A soft breeze coming from the direction Kai had gone, blew by, caressing Tyson's hair and cheek. He found himself living in the moment, listening to the muted sounds of the night, breathing in the calming air, the ache in his heart soothing over as time slowed down.

Tyson forgot about his stash as the night before the attack flowed to the front of his mind. He braced his hands atop the short wall, leaning his weight on them as the memories gained control over him and took him back two years.

FLASHBACK

Tyson paced the length of the room, restless and angry. He paused in his tracks to decide how he was going to approach Kai, attempting to be logical for a moment before the frustration over the events of the day kicked back in, and he resumed. Kai had touched Dragoon without his permission, while he had been unaware, and tampered with it. Fucking tampered with it. Tyson wanted to hurl the lamp standing on the end table at the door.

The problem wasn't with the fact that his blade had been sabotaged and he'd lost the match, but that Kai had done what he had done. He'd trusted Kai with every last fibre of his being, and the guy had gone ahead and broken it in the worst way possible. Why? Dragoon was something Tyson treasured. The one thing that mattered to him above all else. His ultimate prized possession. Something absolutely sacred to him. And Kai, the boy he loved and held in his highest regards, someone he respected and believed to be respected in return by, someone whose actions and words had influence over Tyson because of the position he earned in the latter's heart, had meant to harm Dragoon. Dragoon.

Kai knew exactly how much Dragoon meant to Tyson, yet he'd damaged the blade. So he'd lose the match and be out of the tournament? Did he want to win that bad? So much he hadn't thought twice about losing Tyson's trust?

The door to the hotel room suddenly opened and Kai walked in, something purple and gold in hand. He met Tyson's eyes as he shut the door and locked it behind him. The dragon-wielder bit his cheek, holding in his anger. Kai's face was unreadable as always as he stepped towards Tyson. It was late. Tyson had gotten to the hotel only thirty minutes ago, after wandering around the parking lot for an hour following the game. He hadn't seen Kai since that morning, and so his gaze naturally scanned over the other boy.

Tyson kept his mouth shut, letting his eyes speak of his mood. Kai spoke. "I brought you some chocolate." He held out the candy bar to the younger blader and Tyson glanced down at it, getting madder by the second. Was he mocking him? Kai had never bought him anything, let alone fucking chocolate, and the whole caring boyfriend gesture after the kind of shit he'd pulled made Tyson want to poke his eye out.

"Why?" he gritted out.

"I heard what happened," Kai answered, taking Tyson's hand in his and pressing the bar into it. Tyson closed his fist around it unenthusiastically as Kai cupped his cheeks and brought Tyson's face closer to his own, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. The Dragoon-wielder did not respond and the other noticed, sighing. "There will be other tournaments, Tyson."

Tyson turned his chin away, Kai's hands dropping to the sides of his neck. "Cut it out, Kai." He pushed away from the other and Kai frowned. "Cut the fucking act," Tyson continued, looking into his eyes. "You're not fooling anybody."

"What did I do?" Kai seemed halfway mad. He'd gone as far as buy the other a chocolate bar, something he'd never done for anyone before, and had genuinely been trying to be nice only for the sake of Tyson, but had ended up getting brutally rejected.

Tyson huffed a sarcastic laugh, empty of humour. "Wow, Kai," he remarked. "You can act."

Kai frowned for a moment, before the lines eased and he said, "I know you're upset because you lost the match and got kicked out of the championship, but you don't have to take it out on me."

Tyson sucked in his lips, considering the other boy's incredibly honest gaze. Kai really looked like he didn't know why Tyson would have a reason to be mad at him. Tyson's anger let up a bit, enough for him to nod his head like a sensible human and say "okay" before crossing over to the end table and getting his beyblade. He walked back to Kai and showed him the inside of his open blade. He'd told the Chief to not fix it yet just for this very purpose. He studied the phoenix-wielder's profile as he took a look.

"I didn't lose because I wasn't good enough, Kai," Tyson said quietly. "I lost because somebody tampered with my blade."

The older blader put his hands on his hips and looked back up at Tyson, gaze indignant. "And you think it was me," he stated bitterly, disappointment evident in his tone.

"Who else could it be?" Tyson went defensive, drawing the blade to himself. "Dragoon has been in my hands all day long, and he was perfectly all right till I went to bed last night. You were the only one in there with me."

"So you think it was me?" Kai asked again, stressing on the words, making what Tyson was suggesting seem highly stupid. Tyson gulped, feeling unsure about it for the first time since that evening. The thought that may be it hadn't been Kai and he was pointing fingers at someone innocent scared him a little. He shook his head, stepping back to gather his thoughts.

He wasn't being irrational. He had enough proof. "This little string wasn't in there last night when I went to bed, and he's been with me all day long."

"Are you sure about that?" Kai asked him, daring him to say yes. Tyson pressed his lips together as the Dranzer-wielder went on. "You know what your problem is, Tyson? You're too quick to come to conclusions. If somebody had messed with your blade, why would you suspect it to be me? What reason do you have to support that supposition of yours? Me, who has never played with you, in any other way than fair and square. Me, who challenged Spencer and Bryan to a match before the last championship final so I wouldn't have an advantage over you when we battled. Why would I play dirty now?"

"May be because you've never won against me when you played fair and square in a championship?" Tyson bit back, trying to defend his point. He watched as Kai paled and regret immediately replaced some of his resentment.

Kai saw red in his vision, Tyson's image before him blurring for a moment. What had he just said? The words hurt, actually hurt. Beyblading was something religious to Kai. He would never cheat at the sport. What was the point of a victory if you didn't achieve it with your own strength and skill? And no matter how much he wanted to win against Tyson in a final, he'd rather lose having played fairly than win by cheating or with an unfair advantage. And to know that Tyson didn't believe that about him made his chest ache. It did a lot more than sting his pride because the accusation had come from Tyson, but Kai saw the way the other boy held himself.

Tyson was wounded too. Truth was, Kai did tamper with Dragoon, and yes, it was because he wanted the boy out of the tournament, but not for the reasons Tyson supposed. Kai cared for Tyson and this tournament they were a part of was going in the wrong direction. There were one too many fishy things going on, and Kai did not want to risk another hospital visit like his last match. He was worried for Tyson's safety and when he'd suggested withdrawing from the championship the boy had been adamant to continue, so he'd seen only one way to make sure Tyson stayed safe and the blade had been lying there so easily accessible to him the night before.

"When someone screws with you, the first person you should suspect is not your fucking boyfriend, Tyson."

The part of Tyson that was in love with Kai was deeply regretting his words and sad that they were arguing in the first place. When the term 'boyfriend' left Kai's mouth, his heart leaped. The younger had never heard the other boy utter that word once in all the time that he'd known him, and to see the Dranzer-wielder use it to call himself as Tyson's made him feel special and mindnumbingly happy. But the part of him that was pissed off and filled with resentment and doubts just increased in aggravation. The part of him that doubted Kai's true intentions grew a lot more suspicious at the usage of the term. "Oh, you're my boyfriend now?" he asked quietly. "I didn't know that."

"Don't do that."

"What?"

"Don't play the victim, Tyson." Kai watched as the other's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You and I both know what's been going on." He ignored it when the Dragoon-wielder replied saltily with his arms folded: "I really don't."

Kai mirrored Tyson unconsciously as he spoke, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "The things I've done for you, Tyson, I haven't done for anybody else in my whole life." The younger's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "I helped you, my rival, try and find your bit beast in the middle of a tournament. I held your hand when you got scared in front of your friends. I hugged you and kissed you to sleep every night since your birthday-"

"You're listing things off now?" Tyson interrupted, looking incredulous.

"-I bought you a fucking chocolate because I knew you'd be upset, Tyson-" The dragon-wielder was shaking his head now, unwilling to listen to any more of what Kai was saying. "You're fucking unbelievable," he muttered. "Seriously..."

Kai raised his voice the more Tyson appeared to not hear him. "-listened to you whine and complain and sucked your fucking dick! How am I not your boyfriend?!"

Tyson rubbed his brow, a hand on his hip, refusing to look at the other boy in the room. "I can't believe this" he kept saying.

"You, on the other hand," Kai continued, clearly angry because of the way Tyson was acting now. "You've done nothing to prove you even care about me, let alone love me-"

"Are you fucking serious right now?" Tyson finally looked up at him, eyes wide.

"You've been pushing me away every time I try to help you. You're nothing but talk, Tyson."

"Oh my god. this is not a fucking competition," Tyson said.

Kai went on, ignoring him. "What have you done for me since we got together?"

"This is not a competition!" Tyson shouted, shutting the other up for a minute. "Why is everything a challenge with you?" he asked in the same tone. "How can you just forget about stuff and pretend like they never happened just to win an argument?" His voice broke at the end of the statement. "How can you say that-"

"You don't eve-" Kai was starting to talk but Tyson interrupted him again, yelling at him at the top of his lungs. "This is not a competition, Kai!"

The room fell silent after that, the words echoing in the emptiness. The Dranzer-wielder closed his mouth, resolutely, observing the other boy, trying to reign in his anger. The doubts that had been circling around in both of their minds ever since this whole mess had begun, suppressed and overlooked, now surfaced with a vengeance. In Kai's case, he risked a world full of hurt to let Tyson into his heart. Fact was, once Kai devoted himself to something, he gave it his all, willing to sacrifice anything and everything for it, and it'd been so long since he let a person get close to him like that. He knew people came and left. There was nothing to assure someone would stick around forever, and with the kind of way Kai loved something, he was bound to get hurt.

He didn't want to be left devastated when the person eventually went out of his life, and he'd been protecting himself from making the mistake of falling for someone till Tyson had happened. The boy had barged into his life and barreled his way into his mind, and knocked so repeatedly at the defences around his heart, till he finally managed to break through and wriggle into a place Kai never wanted to give to anybody. It had happened against his will, but he still had the choice to leave Tyson before he did it to Kai, but Kai hadn't taken the chance. Instead he'd trusted Tyson to return the affection and love and embraced his presence in Kai's life, doing something he'd never been brave enough to do before. So when he listed the things he'd done out of affection for the boy, he hadn't been meaning to be petty, he had only been trying to make him see how much Tyson mattered to him. But it had backfired, and Tyson's response had hurt him, and now Kai felt this need to make the other suffer just as much as he was. It was all twisted into a suffocating ball in his chest and his jaw ached from how much he was clenching it.

Tyson, on the other hand, had been questioning Kai's actions since the day he'd kissed him in the training room. Kai, who was not into boys. Kai, who had never shown any signs of liking him, let alone being attracted to him. Kai, who seemed to despise sharing the same air with him. Kai, who all of a sudden, had shown an interest in Tyson in the romantic sense, right after his first defeat in the tournament. Coincidence? Tyson thought not. May be he hadn't seen through it earlier, because he had been thinking with his dick and not his brain. But now it appeared to become more and more apparent that it had all been a lie indeed. Yes, it was hard to believe, but all evidence pointed at that being the case. Kai had played him. Had been playing him since that evening. Tyson's heart was on the verge of breaking as he asked: "Tell me, why did you kiss me that day in the training room?"

Kai looked at the other boy. His eyes were huge and innocent, afraid of something, and his voice was so timid as he asked the question. Kai felt his heart split in two at the emotion in the other's orbs, distraught that Kai had put that there. But to know Tyson doubted his feelings made his blood boil, the fire of resentment coiling up his gut like a snake, eating him from the inside. He wanted to scream at the boy that he cared more about him than he did about himself. Why couldn't he see that? "You say you love me, but you don't trust me one bit," said Kai, tightened fists shaking at his sides.

"Well you-" Tyson looked away, wincing. He took a moment to think, licking his lips. "It's not that I don't trust you," Kai noticed the way the younger's voice shook as he spoke, "It's just that everything else points t-to the opposite."

"What do you mean 'everything else'?" Kai prodded.

"I know you messed with my blade, Kai, why cant you just admit it?" Tyson looked exasperated. "Why are you lying?"

"Fine" Kai said then, and Tyson froze. "Fine" he said again. "I sabotaged your blade," he continued speaking as Tyson stood there staring, eyes shining with betrayal, his mouth agape. He didn't actually think Kai would confess. Tyson hadn't fully believed his rival had really done it despite all of the proof, and to hear the Dranzer-wielder admit it out loud left him shell-shocked. "And I did do it so you would be out of the tournament, but not for my benefit."

Tyson didn't realize he was crying, till a hot, fat drop of tear fell onto his cheek. His heart was in pieces, but Kai's words still had him inquiring: "Then whose?"

"Yours"

"Mine?" His voice was small, chin quivering as Kai gathered pieces of him and put them back together, one by one.

"Tyson I don't want you to continue participating in this championship." The older teen's chest felt lighter the more he explained. Finally he was saying the right words. "It's dangerous. You've already been put in the hospital once, I don't want to see you in that condition again."

Tyson's gaze fell from Kai's to the ground. He'd seen the sincerity in the other's eyes as he'd spoken, the emotions there had been raw and they made him feel ashamed for having doubted Kai's intentions in the least. The older saw how affected Tyson was by his words, but he was still hurting. His insecurities still remained and Tyson was doing nothing to alleviate them. "How can I trust you though?" he said.

Tyson looked up, incredulous. "Kai, is it still not clear?" He sounded offended and tired. "How many times do I have to say it?"

"Saying it isn't enough, Tyson. You must do something to show you mean your words or they just become empty."

"There you go again." The Dragoon-wielder wiped at his tears. "Acting like I never did anything for you, when I've proved time and time again just how much I care for you. So, I either love you or I don't at all? Why is it always extremes with you?"

"You don't even want to have sex with me," Kai blurted out what had been nagging at him for a while now. The thing was, Tyson talked about his feelings more than he showed. Considering how long he claimed he'd been pining for Kai, Tyson should have been a little more enthusiastic about the subject. When Kai had asked him for the first time, Tyson had outright declined his offer and it had not only surprised Kai but also knocked his ego down a notch. But when he'd shown zero interest in doing it with Kai on the night he'd turned sixteen, the thought had been planted firmly in Kai's head. What if Tyson was just a confused kid who craved affection and not romantic love?

"What?" Tyson was speechless for a moment, taken off guard by the sudden change of subject, mouth gaping as he sought for words. "Wh-who said that?" Kai's heart beat loud in his chest. Tyson gulped, awkward and nervous at once. "Of course I want to!" he exclaimed softly.

"Really?" Kai refused to believe him just like that. Tyson was always more talk than action when it came to things like this.

"Yes!" Tyson didn't understand why Kai didn't get it. He thought he'd made it clear enough. More than clear. His thirst for Kai was blatantly obvious. Wasn't it? Or may be -

Tyson thought back to the two times he'd gotten pretty close to the other boy, but hadn't gone all the way because he'd panicked he was too inexperienced for Kai. He'd thought Kai was probably embarrassed of him, but he didn't expect it to make the older teen feel like Tyson didn't want him. Hell, he wanted him so much it physically hurt sometimes.

He was about to elaborate on his answer when Kai determinedly strode forward and pulled him close by his waist, bringing their chests together. Tyson went still as he realized what Kai was planning to do. "Wait I-I-I didn't mean now." His body burned in all the places where it touched the Dranzer-wielder. Kai's gaze was fiery as he stared into Tyson's eyes, indignation and lust mixed into a blazing combo.

"Wait?" His rival challenged, silently passing the message that if Tyson told him to stop now it'd be confirmation of what he'd concluded of him earlier: that Tyson didn't want him that way. The younger could feel the palpitations of the other's heart through the fabric of their clothes against his right rib, hard and fast. The beats were so loud he could almost hear them. Their combined vibrations making his entire ribcage thrum. He wasn't ready, but he wanted it. He was scared, but he was more scared of losing Kai, so he gave in.

"No" Tyson breathed, his exhalation blowing over the older's face which was very close to his own. "I mean don't." The words were barely out of his mouth before they were muffled by Kai's lips wrapping around his. His kisses were rough and rushed because Kai was still mad, but nevertheless, they managed to light the dragon-blader's body on fire.

Tyson melted into Kai the way he always did, letting the Dranzer-wielder sort out the mess inside of him, reach into his mind and fill it with thoughts of Kai himself. The way chapped but soft lips moved against his own with certainty, strong hands enveloping him in a tight embrace, silk-like hair falling through his fingers. Every kiss was like a statement of truth uttered by Kai, and Tyson could feel the frustration in the other. The message he wanted to convey to the younger so badly.

There was a lump forming in the latter's throat as he opened his mouth and gave access to the older teen. Kai licked into Tyson, pressing their bodies even closer when the dragon-blader had thought they couldn't. Kai's hands traveled down Tyson's back, slow and hungry, to cup his butt cheeks. A whimper escaped the younger's mouth at the sensation, and Kai broke away from him a second later.

Before Tyson could ask why, a hand was put on his chest and he was pushed back onto the soft mattress of the bed that was right behind them. The Dragoon-wielder scooted back on his elbows as the other boy climbed over him on all fours. They ended up facing each other, Kai hovering over Tyson, who was balancing himself on the backs of his forearms. The room was silent save for their collectively laboured breaths as they were caught in a game of staredown. Tyson gulped as he looked back into Kai's deep purple eyes, his own shining with want, curiosity and excitement. Funny how their fight had technically stopped five minutes ago but it still felt like it hadn't, continuing in a different form of argument.

Somehow the deep stares they were exchanging felt more intense than kissing, evoking parts of Tyson he hadn't known existed. The latter closed his eyes in surrender as Kai brought up a hand to run his finger down the curves of Tyson's face. Kai's gaze was stuck on the way the younger's swollen lip caught on the tip of his index as he traced over it. The Dranzer-wielder smoothed his hand along the underside of Tyson's jaw, noting how pretty the boy looked with his head tipped back at that angle. He went up to the skin below the other's ear and back, holding Tyson's face between his thumb and the rest of his fingers and staring at him for a moment before drawing his pink, pouty mouth up into a sensual kiss.

Their anger evolved into an insatiable thirst for each other as their mouths sought for deeper satisfaction. Kai's fingertips ventured down the other boy's chest, past his abdomen, to rest on his belt buckle. Tyson felt anticipation build as Kai pulled the belt through its loop to loosen it around his hips. The Dranzer-wielder pushed further into the other's mouth, tongue lapping at every corner, sliding over the roof of Tyson's mouth as he unbuttoned the younger's jeans. Kai pulled back to ask Tyson for the last time if he wanted him to stop, his voice sounding horse and gravelly. Tyson vigorously shook his head no and Kai waited for a total of a fraction of a second before pulling the other's pants clean off, Tyson's elbows finally giving out under the weight and his head hitting the pillow.