A/N: Fuck i forgot the warning. I dont know why I have to use a warning. This is an M rated yaoi fic, like what do you expect? But anywho, (1) only serves one purpose from now on and that is to let those of you who do not want to read smut know that shiz is about to start. Okie? Okie.

CHAPTER 26

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Khalil Gibran

Hiro retched to the patch of grass outside the barn, stomach clenching painfully. Nothing. He spit, dragged the back of a hand across his mouth and straightened back up.

Seven

Hiro Granger had seven big fears in total and he had to conquer every single one of them to be able to see the door to the world of the bitbeasts. There were many ways to achieve this but Ricardo swore this was the easiest. If this was considered easy, Hiro wondered, a palm on his gut, then how difficult were the rest?

He'd jotted down all of his fears on a paper Ricardo had slapped in front of him on the bar counter with a grunt. "Write 'em down," he'd instructed, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "The worst at the top. Write 'em all down."

The worst, of course, was the fear of losing a loved one and Ricardo suggested he get through all the smaller ones first, saving it for the last.

Two days of respite later, Hiro stood with Ricardo in front of an abandoned giant wheel in a deserted amusement park that had seen its best days back in the '80s. "Does it work?"

"I don't know," Ricardo shrugged. "We'll see." He strode toward the controller box and yanked the biggest lever. A series of loud squeaky sounds of an unlubricated motor kicking back to life echoed in the empty park. Seconds later, the giant wheel began moving like a tired old snake rearing its head.

o - o - o - o - o

Tyson received the decrypted files on Tuesday morning, Tanaka placing the USB on his palm with a silent question in his gaze. He'd run to his dorm room and jammed the thing into his laptop, waiting for the computer to boot up impatiently. Once he was logged in and the USB folder was opened, he went still. His nerves going oddly calm.

Inside the folder. There were four more folders. Labeled 'TG', 'KH', 'Work' and 'Other'. He clicked on the one labeled 'TG', guessing the letters stood for his initials. There was a long list of files with alphanumeric names that made no sense to him inside it. He clicked on one and a video loaded on screen. Tyson held his breath as a grainy footage of himself played. He was at a frat party, snorting shit into his body, people hooting around him.

He closed that one and clicked on another. A video file again. That too of him, at another party, moving his hips in circles to some song atop a table, eyes closed, a beer in hand. He pressed the 'X' at the top of the window and sat with anger bubbling up his gut. The sick fuck had been watching him. The names made sense now. They were dates. Dates when the videos were taken. The footages had seemed as though they were shot by hidden cams. The first one had the feel of a surveillance camera attached to a discreet corner of the room. The second had had a red plastic cup covering the left side of the frame.

Tyson went back to the previous page and opened the 'KH' folder. KH. Kai Hiwatari. There was no doubt about it now. He'd been watching Kai too. Son of a-

He clicked the video at the top and saw Kai sitting at a nice table at some posh restaurant. Looking like he was waiting for someone. The video was 30 minutes long. Tyson scrubbed forward a few minutes. And stopped when a woman he'd never seen before, dressed in elegant clothes, folded her petite body into the chair opposite Kai. She had glossy red hair and a full-lipped smile. Tyson frowned. Were they on a date? The label had read '1905'. 19th May. This was before he and Tyson started going out.

Who was she? Kai looked completely uncomfortable. His interactions with the woman was painful to watch. Tyson fast forwarded the video and hit play at 28:40. Since the camera was placed somewhere near the ceiling, facing the entrance of the restaurant at the far end, Kai and his date were still visible as they exited the restaurant and stopped to talk outside at the top of the steps. The conversation lasted for ten seconds or so, then Kai leaned toward the woman. Their faces close. The door was far away and even though it was open, it was hard for Tyson to make out if they kissed or not. He wrinkled his lips in disgust anyway.

Had they fucked too? And if they had, had this perverted motherfucker watched that too? Were the videos only ever taken in public places or were there footages of them in their bedrooms as well? Tyson closed his eyes and swallowed thickly. Goosepimples bursting across his skin. This sick sick fucker. Visions of violence flashed through his mind.

He was going to land this bitch behind bars if it was the last thing he did. Tyson decided to explore the 'Work' folder and sat in utter bafflement for twenty minutes or so. The folder contained scores of files on different people. Their names, ages, addresses, contact numbers and a set of other numbers listed at the bottom of each page. There were ID photos of each person in their files as well. He clicked through each till he reached the last file. Which happened to be an excel sheet with names for tuples and some amount and a recipient corresponding to each name. The names were of the people he'd seen in those earlier files. The amount and the recipient?

Tyson made the most obvious conclusion.

Transactions. Money transactions. All those amounts of money had been transferred from the people's accounts to the recipients. There were only three different recipients in total. What did that mean?

Think, Tyson told himself. Think

Fifty or so files containing personal info with a set of numbers of lengths that matched along the bottom of each page. An excel sheet showing money transfers to only three recipients. What were those numbers? What did they remind him of?

"What would be the most obvious answer?" Tyson asked out loud to the empty room. The sun had set long ago and he hadn't switched on the lights yet. He hunched in the darkness, eyes wild.

Black was a con. Those transactions were probably fraud or payment in exchange of illegal goods and services. But he had personal info on these people. And those numbers…

He reopened one of those files. This one belonged to a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair. Anthony Peeler. He scrolled to the end of the page where the numbers were. The first number had about 16 digits. The second had 4, the last 3. 16 digits. Tyson thought hard. Credit card info? He looked at them again.

Oh shit.

That was it. Credit card info. Holy fuck. Black was stealing money from people and sending them to accounts that were probably his. Just opened under different names. Shit.

When Tyson added the sums of money together with a calculator and read the grand total, he swore loudly.

$20,300,500

Tyson leaned away from the couch, hands brushing his hair back. So much money. Jesus. The amount transferred in each of the transaction never crossed $40,000, probably to avoid raising the banks' suspicions. All those people. They'd been robbed of their hard-earned money. How could he send it back to them?

He had to to tell someone. He couldn't keep this to himself. This was bigger than his problems. He dialed Rei.

And Rei told him to tell Kai. "Even if we can't get him arrested, we can still disable those accounts and transfer the money back to their rightful owners," he said. "It's worth a shot."

o - o - o - o - o

How was he going to tell Kai? Tyson wondered on the following Saturday night at Kai's place as they walked into the bedroom.

"I'm surprised you actually brought clothes this time," Kai was saying. "Instead of just yourself."

Tyson may not have responded quickly enough because he looked back over his shoulder at him, one hand holding the curtain's remote control. "You good?"

"Yeah" Tyson shrugged, laughed, then sat down on the bed in the pjs he brought. Kai turned the lamp down and climbed in, drawing the covers over his body. Wait, he was going to sleep. Right away? Tyson thought as he turned to look at him. He had to talk to him. "Are you tired?" he asked.

He had an arm folded under his head. "No" His gaze searched his face. "Why?"

"Um" I wanted to talk to you, he tried to say, but the words simply wouldn't come out. Tyson filled in the silence by making a sound like he was thinking, all the while mustering up the courage to tell him.

Kai took this hesitation to mean something else entirely. He reached across the bed and drew Tyson into his lap. "Is this it?" he asked before capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Tyson attempted to not lose focus, but Kai's tongue was demanding. Hungry.

And he'd been ready to fall asleep a minute ago, Tyson thought to himself. Where did all of his energy suddenly come from? Kai pressed Tyson's hips closer till he could feel the erection against his stomach. And the feeling of his hot length reminded him of the blowjob he'd been dying to give Kai.

It was quite frustrating, really. That Kai would go out of his way to make Tyson forget about pleasuring him in return. He'd outright asked him to put his dick in his mouth but Kai had been so infuriatingly evasive - had worked his prostate till he couldn't speak. "Why do you want to do that?" he'd asked when Tyson had brought the subject up when they were simply sitting on the couch and talking. And he'd almost exploded. Why does anybody want to give someone a blowjob? Tyson had posed incredulously. And he'd felt so stupid afterwards for practically begging Kai to allow him to go down on him.

Jesus

What kind of guy didn't like blowjobs? He enthusiastically gave Tyson one every time they had sex. The fucking hypocrite. He wanted it so bad. Wanted to feel him against his tongue. At the back of his throat. He hadn't even had the chance to touch him with his hands more than twice. And both of those times, Kai had peeled his fingers off before he'd given him a proper stroke. Like, what the fuck?

(1)

Kai had his face cupped in his palms now, holding him gingerly. Like he was something precious. Indulging him in sweet kisses. Slowing down the pace. And Tyson took the opportunity to ask him one more time. "Kai," he whispered, fingering a button. "Can I?" His hand wandered down till he reached his dick. Then gave him a squeeze through the fabric of his sweatpants. Kai's breath hitched. Eyes shut for a second. "Please?" he begged, lips trailing along his bottom one.

When Tyson saw the refusal forming on his features, he asked in a sudden moment of thoughtless desperation. "Why won't you let me?" Kai met his eyes then.

His irises violet. Such a unique colour. Kai considered him for a long minute, then extracted his hands from Tyson's face. Pushed his hips away. Licked his lips and said "okay". Tyson couldn't read the underlying emotion behind that word.

His heart skipped a beat as Kai lay down reluctantly. Oh. He could touch him. He could touch him! Tyson was overjoyed. Literally euphoric at the prospect of sucking his dick. He eyed the grey sweatpants, the outline of him pronounced and obscene. He salivated at the sight.

Kai pulled his lips against his teeth and watched Tyson as he plucked the waistband of his pants with bated breath. He pulled it down and the head of his cock came into view. Pink and rounded. Tyson pulled the fabric all the way down to his thighs and put his fingers over his smirking lips before peering up at Kai, who was already breathing heavily.

Tyson unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his toned upper body and there was no hiding his giddy smirk now. Kai rolled his eyes at his visible excitement. Tyson bit his lip to suppress his smile. Then gave up the fight and simply stared at him. His own dick growing hard in his underwear.

He ducked down and noticed how Kai's stomach went concave when he held his breath. Tyson touched a curious tongue to the underside of the head of his cock and saw Kai screw his eyes shut, eyebrows knitting together. His hands fisted the sheets. Wow. And he'd barely touched him. Tyson's heart gave another ecstatic leap.

There was a bead of precum formed at the tip and he eyed it before taking the head fully into his mouth. He loved the sensation and the sight of Kai losing it under him. He sucked lightly, that drop of precum smearing the roof of his mouth. Kai punished the bedding in his hands, the veins across their backs straining. His neck exposed. Tyson held onto his thighs for purchase and took him in deeper. Kai's chest rising and falling in rhythm with his head.

He let up for a moment in which Kai opened his bedroom eyes and looked at him in slight confusion. Why did you stop? Tyson lowered his mouth back onto his cock and swirled his tongue around him, enjoying the way he felt inside him. The thighs he were holding on to jerked. Kai bucked. Almost choking him. Tyson didn't draw back, but made sure his tongue covered his lower teeth so they didn't hurt him when he thrust up like that again and descended further. Taking him up his throat slowly, with measured breaths. His eyes watered a bit. His spit ran freely down the side. He was drooling all over his cock.

Kai made a sound. A deep guttural moan of pure pleasure. Tyson moaned too. The tremors going straight into Kai's cock, driving him insane. He fondled his balls and watched his muscles bunch up. His abs clench. He was trying not to fuck into his mouth. But Tyson would have gladly let him, eyes turning into fond crescents as he stared up at his flawless face.

When he was too turned on to properly suck him off anymore, Tyson let him go with a wet sound. Kai's cock drenched in his own precum and Tyson's saliva. He flung his clothes off with impatience. Kai's heavy pants echoing in the room. He had a flushed and healthy glow about him as he kicked his sweatpants the rest of the way off and waited for Tyson.

Tyson nudged the lube into Kai's palm before kissing him. He drowned into it. Sighing adoringly. He felt hands brush over his butt. Light caresses. That sent ripples of excitement up his spine. He was already a mess. He didn't need any further prodding to spread his legs for him. "Fuck me," he said against his lips.

"Wait" Kai flipped them around. "Not yet. It'll hurt."

Tyson grabbed his shoulders, still covered by his shirt, with a whiny noise. "Just do it." He kept trying to pull him in, and Kai resisted him gently first. Then when Tyson continued not to listen, he snapped at him. "Hey!"

Tyson stared stunned. Kai waited for him to act up again and when he didn't he said, "Don't be like that." He was straight up scolding him. Tyson considered him mutely, with a mind to sulk. His left leg was softly hiked up and he conceded without protest. He let him prep him.

When the first finger entered him, he sighed quietly, eyes shutting close. Getting comfortable. Kai kissed the inside of his thigh making him smile.

The second finger curled into him with purpose a few minutes later. Tyson gasped when he brushed his prostate. A light graze. Just a taste. He grabbed Kai's hair, who kissed him around the rim. He twisted his head to the right with a cry.

He'd almost come twice by the time Kai was done with him. And then he gathered him up and kissed his lips numb before rocking into him in one smooth motion. Tyson's fingers lost their grip on Kai's shoulders. His mouth fell open. A lock of hair cascaded into his face. Oh. He hadn't been expecting him to sheath himself fully with one thrust.

Kai kissed along his neck, leaving bruises and hickeys. Tyson attempted to relax by taking deep breaths, concentrating on the hands running up and down his flank. Soothingly. But then he'd been the one who had asked for this. He'd wanted this. He bit his lip against the pain, Kai breathing into his cheek. "Shh, it's okay. You're okay," he was telling him.

Tyson nodded in response. Kai scooped his face into his palms and kissed him tenderly. "Yeah, I'm good," he pushed him away. "You can move now."

He was stretched to his limit. He felt full. Whole. And it felt good. Kai started fucking into him. His dick moving in and out of him at a maddening pace. A pace that threatened to send him over the edge. Tyson opened his eyes and met his dark hooded ones. Sensed every nerve in his body respond to his gaze. His body.

Tyson reached a hand up to touch his face but he was stopped with a kiss on his wrist. He wrapped it around his neck instead. Kai leaned down, bringing their chests flush together and burying his nose in his hair. Sniffing him. Like he always did. Tyson wondered what he smelled. His fruity shampoo? Sweat? Fucking pot?

Kai drew out of him all of a sudden and Tyson made a tiny sound at the emptiness that came without warning. Kai put a hand against his right side, nudging him toward the left. And Tyson understood. He wanted him on his fours.

He turned around, propping himself up on his forearms and arching his back in that way girls tended to do whenever he took them like this. But now he was on the receiving end and it felt…erotic. Arousing. Kai rested his hands on his ass gingerly, petting him with care. Unsure of how Tyson would react to it. And so he pushed himself back on his dick. And Kai got the message.

He plunged into him, forcing Tyson's cheek into the pillow. "Oomf" Kai held onto him by gripping his hips on either side firmly and drew him onto his cock as he thrust into him. Tyson was making all kinds of sounds now. Biting his lip and moaning high in his throat. Kai took him fast. The sheets getting messed up beneath him. His forearms rubbing up and down the mattress. His face smothered in the bed.

Kai grunted behind him, in time with his thrusts, his hands bruising on Tyson's hips. He panted into the bedding, sweat collecting on his body. Kai spread him wider, easing his spine lower with a palm and raising his ass higher so he could get in deeper. And deeper. His rhythm brutal now.

Tyson's arms began to ache from holding him up and the pillow under him was wet from his sweat and tears. Kai slowed down. Letting him breathe. His strokes turning long and savouring. Tyson inhaled cool air into his lungs, took his weight off his elbows and laid down on his front, face to the the side. Kai ran a hand through his locks. Comfortingly. Lovingly.

Lovingly? Tyson thought to himself with alarm. The idea terrifying to him somehow. Kai had claimed it, yes. In a very indirect manner. Admitted to have loved him two years back. But did he still feel the same way?

Tyson tossed back onto his back when Kai urged him. They kissed. All open mouthed and feverish. Yet the question still rose up his throat. Unbidden. "Are you in love with me?" he asked him when Kai drew back.

He saw him pause. Wondering. "Why are you asking me now?" Kai pushed into him again. Tyson lightly raked his nails down his right bicep. He picked up the pace.

"I just wanted to know," said Tyson, breathing shallowly. Kai mouthed along his jaw.

"What is love?" he asked him in a done, hopeless manner. Half joking. Half not. Caging his wrists in one hand and arresting them against the mattress. Tyson closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the experience of being fucked by someone who really knew how. Enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding back and forth along his walls. Hitting all the right spots.

"I don't know," he whispered. Shrugged. Kai pulled him up by his waist. Sitting on his own haunches and putting Tyson on his lap. Chest to chest. Mount to mouth. He liked this position a little too much.

"Are you?" Kai threw back at him.

"What?"

"Are you in love?" His voice was rough but the tone casually curious. An everyday question.

Tyson's heart stopped beating. Then started again. A champion who never gave up. He touched his naked shoulders with his fingertips. The shirt had been abandoned at some point. Cheek against his neck, he wondered how to answer. He didn't know.

He had no fucking idea.

Kai shifted them a bit, switched the angle, and found his prostrate head on. He rammed into him mercilessly then. And Tyson, adrift in the pleasure, cried out. "No!" Stop. Don't stop. "No!" he heaved into his ear. "Ah! No…" he trailed off.

Only realizing a second too late, after Kai had let up, what he'd said. That when he'd said 'no', though he'd meant 'no, don't stop', Kai had heard something else. He'd heard he didn't love him.

Yet Tyson didn't explain himself.

He hugged him close when Kai lay him on the bed again, his head half out. Kai leaned back. Looked into his eyes. And said, "I'm not in love with you either." And the words hit him like a slap.

Tyson's arms eased up on the embrace. His heart plummeting down, down, down. The words made him sad. And he had no idea why. And when Kai began fucking him again, Tyson turned his face away and watched his own eyes in the mirror across the room, the edge of it catching him and Kai from chest up.

He didn't come before he came.

And Kai had to slide out, hold his thighs apart and suck him off to make him finally give in.

A/N: Hi, hello, howdy. What's up? What's shaking? It is me. I know it's a surprise. I love surprising people. Usually it's bad but this one's good. Yall know what this means. I have a lot of free time on my hands. That I don't know what to do with. How to use time efficiently? This bitch does not know. But I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I had fun writing it. Heh. Yall know why. *perverted smile* Thank you all for reading and reviewing and letting me know your thoughts. You guys are so lovely lovely lovely. Speaking of, Rei is still in China. My mans was on a video call with Tyson and others. I did mention the phone and the camera. I didn't think I was being vague. Well, meh. Now you know! And Hiro's little adventure shall continue in the coming chapters. Hmm, that's it I think. Hope you had fun! Thank you for reading. Leave a review. I will see you all soon. Take care. Byebye.