A/N: So, I've rated this fic M and thus far, apart from Chapter 1, there isn't much M rated material. Well, here you go! Don't worry though, there will be plenty more later on ;) Onwards to Chapter 11!

WARNING: Yaoi

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, nor the characters... woefully.

Written in Kai's POV.

Chapter 11

I sighed deeply as I stared up at the ceiling in my room, arms behind my head and one knee up. It had gotten dark quickly whilst I was sat beneath that tree, so I'd come inside before I got cold, somewhat hoping I'd see Ray on my way in. No such luck unfortunately, so I'd retreated to my room to be alone. I looked at my clock; 11pm, it's amazing how much time passes by when you're deep in thought. I should probably get some sleep, but seeing as I got up late this morning, I wasn't tired in any way what so ever. I was also incredibly and mind numbingly bored; I debated going downstairs to watch TV, but I would risk waking some of our guests sleeping on the sofas. It was way too late to take Dranzer out for a spin, the noise she'd make could wake the whole neighbourhood. I glance over to the empty bed across the room, wondering where Ray had gone to sleep; more than likely with Lee as they were childhood friends.
I sit up in frustration. "For fucks sake, I'm so god damn bored!" I growl to myself.
What on earth do most people do at this time of night when they can't sleep? I bring out my phone and have a flick through some of the shit I had on it. I notice an app that Tyson had downloaded onto it, Facebook; he said I should join it as I could keep in contact with friends who didn't live nearby. Sighing, I open the app and see that Tyson had already set the account up; with a rather stupid picture of me sat under a tree with my arms crossed set as the profile picture. I shook my head and decided to change that, I selected to upload a new one, and then I realised I didn't have a single picture of myself on my phone.
"Guess I'll have to take one." I grumbled.
I exited Facebook and opened the camera, swapping it to 'selfie mode', nearly cringing when I saw myself staring back at an odd angle. I looked around briefly, then kicking myself mentally as no one would be looking at me in my own room; I held the phone up to get a somewhat good angle of myself. It took several attempts before I had a picture that I approved of, selfie taking was quite hard! I opened Facebook back up and proceeded to change the profile picture to the one I wanted, then I took a look at the friend requests I had. Nearly everyone I knew had added me, all of my team, the Blitzkrieg Boys, PPB All Starz, the Majestics, F-Dynasty, even the White Tigers. I accepted them all and within minutes I had several notifications; mostly people commenting on and liking my new picture:

Julia Fernandez: Nice pic! Very angsty!
Rick Anderson: You could at least smile!

I cocked my eyebrow at that, surely he would know better?

Johnny McGregor: Hahahaha.
Bryan Kuznetsov: Can't sleep? Me neither, Tala is playing a game on his damn phone!
Tala Valkov: You could always sleep elsewhere!

I smirked at those two bickering, at least I wasn't the only one awake at this time of night.

Hilary Tachibana: Cute!

I grimaced at the comment from Hilary. "No thanks."
Another notification popped up and my heart all but stopped.

Ray Kon likes your photo.

After a few moments of staring at this, I tap on his name to take a look at his profile, my breath catching when I see his profile picture. He was standing beneath a cherry tree in full bloom, his hair was tied back but not in its usual wrap, a slight breeze had hold of it. He was smiling gently, even his eyes were smiling. I flip through his photos, all of them just as amazing as the first, damn he was good at taking pictures of himself. Suddenly I felt rather thirsty, so I got up out of bed and headed downstairs to make a drink.

Drink in hand, I sit back on my bed and grab my phone; resuming my stalking on Ray's photos. As I scroll through them I land on one particular photo, which causes me to choke on the swig I was taking from my glass. In this photo Ray was topless and sweaty, he was lying on the grass outside Tyson's Dojo with Driger by his side; the caption on the photo said:

'Just got my ass beat by Kai.'

This must have been taken in the summer when me and Ray trained together in the sun, I had gone inside for a shower at that point, he must have taken his top off and taken this picture. I couldn't peel my eyes away from the photo; his facial expression was laughter, even after being defeated by me, and his chest was so sweaty. My heart started beating a little harder, and that all too familiar feeling of my blood rushing south ensued; my trousers were becoming a little tight and uncomfortable as I became aroused by this photograph. I inwardly cursed myself and blamed hormones for my primitive reaction, but I knew better than that. I sighed and decided I should get undressed for bed in the meantime, so I set my glass down, stood up and stripped down to my boxers. I looked down at myself and hoped my semi would go away soon, but as I got back into bed and looked at the picture on my phone again, I only got harder.
"For fucks sake." I huff.
I switched my phone off, but I just couldn't get the image out of my head; the pressure I was feeling was becoming intense, I needed release. Hesitantly, I rest my hand on my crotch and gently start to rub myself, the motion causing me to gasp and lean back into my pillows. After a few moments of doing this, my erection was now rock solid and standing proudly underneath my boxers; I slowly pull them down and expose my throbbing member. Clasping my hand around it, I begin to stroke myself up and down causing my breath to quicken. Gradually I pick up speed, then an idea popped into my head; I hold out my hand, spit into it and lather myself with it, gasping at the new sensation. My hand slides over my cock with ease, causing me to moan. Feeling a little conscious of the noise I was making, I grab my shirt and shove some of it into my mouth; with my voice muffled I continue to pump my hand up and down myself, bucking my hips with the movement.
"Oh god…" I murmur through my shirt.
I had started to produce some pre-come, which kept my cock soaking wet; the pleasure was becoming so intense. All I could see in my mind was a certain raven-haired teen ravaging me, causing the pressure in my dick to become almost unbearable. Even with the shirt in my mouth, my moaning was relatively loud; anyone outside the door would hear me. Everyone should be asleep right now, but I was so close to the edge I didn't care. Faster and harder my hand worked, sliding up and down my drenched cock; my vision begins to blur as my eyes cross together, my jaw drops open and the shirt slides out of my mouth.
"Uuuuhhh fuuuuuuuck!" I groan.
I go dizzy and arch my back as I begin to climax; my dick throbbing hard as I come all over my stomach, my other hand clutching the sheets so tight my knuckles go white. I lie there for a few seconds, momentarily paralysed from the ecstasy. Once I'd regained control of my body I looked around for some tissue…
"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me." I curse.
There wasn't a single roll of tissue in sight; I look back down at my stomach and bite my lip, how on earth was I going to clean this up? I look to my side and spy my shirt, which was damp from being in my mouth.
"Fuck it, it needs washing anyway." I growl to myself.
I used the item of clothing to clean up myself, then stuffed it under my bed to be cleaned in the morning. I pulled up my boxers and slid underneath my duvet, taking a quick glance at the clock; 1am. At least I was tired now, I pulled my duvet over my shoulders and quickly slipped into a deep sleep.

I awoke to my alarm screaming in my ear; groaning, I turn it off and look at the time: 6am. I inhaled deeply and let out a massive sigh, deciding that there was no point going back to sleep now. I kicked the sheets off my body, stood up and stretched; as I turned to make my bed my foot connected with something underneath it.
Realisation hit me. "Shit."
I bent down and picked up my shirt from last night, a heavy blush dancing across my cheeks; looks like I was doing some washing today. I placed it amongst some other dirty clothing and set about getting dressed, silently thanking myself for getting more than one shirt for my attire. Once I was dressed, I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and re-do my face-paint; then proceeded to grab my washing from my room and walked downstairs.
I held my breath as I tip-toed past the sleeping bodies in the living room towards the kitchen, spotting Ray curled up between Lee and Mariah. The young girl had her arm around Ray's waist, and it was making me feel insanely jealous. I let out a small huff and continued to the kitchen, placing my clothes into the washing machine and turning it on; I smirked to myself, the noise this thing makes will probably wake everyone up. Not wanting to be around when that happened, I stalked past the sleeping teens again and noticed two were missing; Tala and Bryan. I looked around and saw no sign of them in the house, so I took to checking outside the Dojo. I spied them sitting on the grass opposite each other, legs crossed and chatting to one another. As I approached them Tala noticed me, and I kid you not, the biggest grin I'd ever seen appeared on his face.
I sat down beside him. "What?"
He suddenly creased over in laughter, Bryan stifling a chuckle himself.
"What on earth is so funny at this god damn time in the morning?" I demanded.
It took a few moments for Tala to compose himself, but the grin was still there.
"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" He asked, his voice quivering with laughter.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "What do you mean?"
Tala burst into a fit of giggles again, and out of the corner of my eye I notice Bryan making a motion with his hand; I turn my head towards the Falcon to see him moving his fist up and down in the air above his crotch. I swear the little colour I had on my complexion drained from my face, my eyes widened, and my heart started hammering against my chest.
"I-I… d-don't…" I stutter.
This only made Tala laugh harder, tears streaming down his face as he clutched his stomach; Bryan was smiling wickedly.
"Oh, fuck me Kai, I haven't laughed like that in ages." Tala wiped the tears from his eyes.
I just stared at them both, unable to find the words to retaliate.
"Next time you decide to have a wank, make sure you are quieter! I went upstairs to the bathroom and I could hear you!" The red-head grinned at me.
I exhaled hard, not realising I'd been holding my breath. "Fuck you." I mutter.
I could feel the colour returning to my face ten-fold, the heat radiating from my cheeks; I guessed I probably looked like a tomato at this moment in time.
"Aw, the little Phoenix is embarrassed." Bryan teased.
I glared daggers at the older blader. "Up yours Bryan, I bet you get off on making people feel uncomfortable!"
The smirk dropped from his face. "Watch it Hiwatari, I could flatten your short arse in seconds."
"Now, now boys. Let's not have a punch up at half six in the morning!" Tala plonked himself between us.
I folded my arms and huffed loudly. "Whatever."
"I'm sorry Kai, I shouldn't have been so insensitive about it." The Wolf looked at me with sympathy in his eyes.
"Hn." I grunted.
In the corner of my eye I spotted some movement from the Dojo; turning to look I see a few of the other bladers had woken up and were stretching in the early morning sun, most of them looking rather groggy and pissed off.
"Seriously, who turns on a washing machine at this time of day?!" Mariah complained.
A smirk dared its way onto my lips; mission accomplished.
"You sneaky bastard." Tala mused at me quietly.
I glanced at him, before getting to my feet and walking back to the house to make myself a coffee.

I leaned against the sink, sipping at the hot coffee in my hands, savouring the peace and quiet. I sighed deeply as my mind wandered to this mornings events, cursing myself for allowing such trivial things to have such an affect on me; I needed to work on my self-control if I was to have any chance of ever speaking to Ray again.
"If you keep scowling at that mug it might break."
My head snapped up at the voice, it was Lee. He walked over and leaned against the counter beside me.
He breathed a long sigh. "Whatever is going on between you and Ray has really riled you both up, he won't even tell me what it is. So, I'm doing the unthinkable and asking you, what happened out there yesterday Kai?"
I was surprised that Ray hadn't confided in his best friend, but then again, he would have had to have explained that he was gay, and Ray made it very clear he didn't want anyone knowing.
I cleared my throat. "It's not my place to say."
Lee chuckled. "Somehow I knew you wouldn't tell me, but it was worth a shot."
He looked at me in the eyes; I held his gaze, unmoving, for a few moments.
Then he smiled. "Well, whatever it is it must be important. I will warn you Kai, if any harm comes to Ray in any way, shape or form…" Lee's eyes slit. "I will personally castrate you on the spot." He pushed himself from the counter and exited the kitchen, leaving me to stare after him in bewilderment; did he just threaten me?

A/N: Well now! Is it me or is it hot in here? ;) ;)