Between Night and Day

Yuriy's upset with him.

But when is Yuriy not upset with him?

"Are you out of your mind?" he hisses into his ear. "You desert us so you can what, hold the baby's hand when he's scared?"

"Deserted you?" Kai blows air out of his mouth, standing in the balcony, facing a string of small shops. Most of them closed. A few have their bright led boards up. It's a dump of a town. "How have I deserted you? We had already agreed to leave. We had no more business in Dubai."

"I'm not talking about Dubai! I'm talking about the fact that you're choosing to be with that...boy instead of us when we're in a situation like this. You're being irresponsible. You should be with us! You should be back home by now! Classes have started. You missed two hours of Prof. Dickface today."

Kai sucks on his front teeth. "It was his grandfather," he says after a beat.

"So? It's his grandfather today. It'll be his grandmother tomorrow. Are you going to meet his entire family? What are you, his boyfriend now?" he scoffs incredulously, mocking Kai, yet a little bit of fear sneaks out through his tone anyway.

"No" replies Kai right away.

He hears a frustrated sigh over the phone. Kai leans against the railing, putting his weight on his arm, his hand curled over the iron. A car pulls out of the parking lot, its wheels quiet on the asphalt. It is 3:17 a.m. in the morning. Kai is showered and dressed. "Stop fucking with my head," Tala says after a minute, his voice much subdued, a pleading note in his tone. He never bows his head in front of Kai. Yuriy is one of the only people who doesn't take any of Kai's bullshit. For him to say something like that is rare. It almost never happens. In fact, he's only done it one time before, back when they were children, still under the training of Boris. "Stop it. I'm fucking tired. I'm tired, Kai."

Kai straightens from the railing, staring at the chipped paint on it. His resolve to keep being difficult just for the sake of being difficult weakens at the genuine exhaustion he hears in Yuriy's voice. Compelled to choose between breaking Tyson's heart fully and cracking Tala's a little, he is suddenly confronted by the truth about his relationship with Tyson.

He knows which wound would heal faster, and which would not. For a long time. It's a small price that he's willing to pay. And so he doesn't second guess himself before asking, "Would it be so bad if I dated him for a while?"

There's a beat of stunned silence from Tala, then the line goes dead.

Tyson stares at Kai's back through the open door of the balcony with bleary eyes. He woke to the soft murmur of someone speaking in hushed tones a couple minutes ago. The clock reads 03:20, and his head is filled with cotton. His heart with small pangs.

He hates it when Kai speaks in Russian. It's like he turns into a different person when he's talking to the Blitzkriegs. A version of him that is alien to him. It makes him feel like Kai is shutting him out. Keeping him far away from a section of his life that seems much too important. They're not that close, and he knows Kai will probably let him into that part of his life eventually, but god if it doesn't hurt like a bitch right now.

Up at 3 a.m. talking to his bros.

Tyson's lower lip juts out as he lies with his head on the pillow, Kai's side of the bed cold, the breeze lifting the curtains over the balcony.

Kai hangs up a minute or so later, and he comes back into the room, drawing the glass door shut. Tyson sits up then, the moonlight falling on his face.

He sees Kai's movements halt at the rustle of sheets, his head turning in his direction.

The room is small and the light switch is on the wall adjacent to the balcony. Tyson closes his eyes against the sudden glare of yellow light as Kai flips the switch.

"Why are you up?" he hears him ask, his tone not exactly harsh, but not gentle either.

Tyson had moved his arm to shield himself from the light. He lowers it carefully, blinking his eyes open slowly, letting it adjust to the glow around him. He eventually focuses on Kai by the balcony. He's dressed. Hair combed. He's even wearing a watch.

"Did I wake you?" he asks Tyson who is having trouble piecing together why the man is up and ready at this hour. He has a sudden flash of deja vu to that first night he slept over at the Blitzkriegs' house. The image is not entirely out of place. Kai almost always is chiseled and proper.

"Urm.." He rubs his eyes, realizing that he asked him a question. "Sort of" he replies. His voice is scratchy.

"Sorry" says Kai, not really sounding sorry. He slips his hands into his pockets, sliding his phone in as he does so. "I'll turn off the lights. Go back to sleep."

Tyson stares at him from across the room with his legs crossed under the blanket as Kai expects him to simply lie back down and fall asleep. "Why are you awake?" Tyson asks quietly. "Are you- are you not able to-"

"I'm fine, Tyson," Kai cuts him off, walking towards him. He leans down when he reaches the bed, putting a hand on the side of Tyson's face as if intending to kiss him. And as much as he wants to, as much his touch sends tingles across his skin, Tyson jerks his face away at the last moment. "No" he breathes. Kai pauses, his thumb on Tyson's temple. His fingers over his ear.

Tyson pulls further away and Kai stands back up. Tyson latches onto his sleeve not wanting him to feel like he was rejecting him. "Don't do this," he pleads then, his chin tilted up to look at Kai, who is appraising him with a slight frown. "Don't push me away," Tyson whispers, his fingers tight around the cotton fabric of Kai's shirt.

There's a moment, in which Kai shifts his feet against the floor, and his mouth hardens a fraction more, and his head tilts as he considers Tyson. Tyson pulls on his sleeve again, two small tugs, to urge him to sit down. Kai's throat bobs up and down in a gulp before he takes a seat next to him on the mattress, leaving a foot of space between them.

He feels a tug on the sleeve in his grip in the opposite direction, Kai wanting to take his arm back. Tyson lets go with an 'oh' and fists his hands in the sheet on his lap instead.

"You let me in last night," Tyson says, staring down at his lap. "You can't shut me out now. Not after-" he stumbles, his brain not cooperating. Why is it that he can always find the right words with everyone, but not Kai? Why does he screw up all his words when he's with Kai? He swallows against the faint lump of hurt in his throat thickly. "If you're having trouble sleeping, then you need to talk to me. I know you take your pills but you'll be able to sleep better if you talk to me about it. I can he-"

"Tyson" Kai's quiet whisper stops him. Tyson glances up quickly, worried if he said something to upset him and shut him down further. But Kai's eyes are clear and kind. He doesn't seem upset at all. "I'm alright," he says, and Tyson rakes his gaze all over his face, trying to find evidence if he's being untruthful. He catches a glimpse of his lower teeth behind his lip as he speaks. "I'm not a person that needs a lot of rest. I got a full five hours tonight. That's all I need. I'm good. You don't need to worry about me." He's not lying. He does look well rested. There's even a light twinkle of humour in his eye like he wants to laugh, something Tyson would have found annoying had he not been worried for him. Tyson breathes out a tiny sigh of relief. "What happened last night doesn't happen often," Kai says. One of his hands is flat on the mattress, supporting his weight. "Go back to sleep," he says, leaning forward into Tyson's space a little, snatching his breath away.

Tyson puts his palms on Kai's chest to hold him off, and also because he wants to touch his chest. He meets his pearly black eyes. "What are you going to do?" he asks, his heart racing at the cool minty whiff of Kai's breath that grazes him.

"Go around the block to see if there are any girls that want to have fun," he says drily, a faint smirk playing on his mouth.

Tyson pushes at his chest, a little mad.

Kai smiles, close-lipped, making Tyson's heart flutter.

His hands curl into fists on his shirt, and he tries to fight it, the urge to lean in. He shouldn't be succumbing to his desires every time he's around Kai. Now that he's in his hometown, and his family members are near him, he has to learn how to control himself. But the anticipation is already coiling in his gut, growing stronger the longer he looks into Kai's eyes, teasing him, waiting for him. He tries to fight it, not to give in, but he ends up giving in anyway and presses their lips together.

His heart gives a jerk, stuttering, and then leaps, when Kai's mouth closes around his lower lip. His hand coming up to gently cradle Tyson's face.

He twists at the material in his hold. Moving more towards Kai so their noses brush and align. Kai pulls away for a moment, to cant his head to the side so he can kiss him better.

Tyson grabs at the ends of his shirt collar when their tongues meet and electricity shoots through him, lighting up everything in its path. His heart, his lungs, his stomach, to all the way between his hips. Kai's hand holds his jaw in such a way that its heat can graze his throat, making Tyson want to push forward into it.

He does. And Kai's fingers close around his neck, but he pulls away. Breaking the kiss to look at look at him.

Tyson's chest rises and falls in shallow pants as he opens his eyes and meets Kai's gaze. A whine on the tip of his tongue.

Kai's suppressing a smile, as if he was testing something and Tyson had - to his delight - fallen for it.

"What?" he asks, his eyebrows furrowing, lips pouting. Kai's gaze falls to his mouth, and darken even further. His hand shifts to the back of his neck as he leans in again.

"Nothing" he says, bringing their mouths together once more. His kisses growing hungrier. Tyson moans into him, unable to help himself. Kai's fingers slip into the hair at his nape and tighten in them, pulling him closer. Their lips grow needier, pressing harder, firmer, sliding wetly against each other, and biting.

Tyson catches Kai's bottom lip between his teeth and pulls, tearing a broken groan out of him. Prising a vocal confirmation of his desire for him for the first time.

They dissolve into a fit of passion then. Tyson lies back trying to pull Kai on top of him, but Kai, having something else in mind, draws him into his lap, nearly lifting Tyson off the bed completely in the process. He falls into his mouth. Kai winds an arm around him and presses him to his body till Tyson can feel his erection against his stomach.

A wanton sigh tumbles out of him as he tries to rut up against it.

Kai holds Tyson in place with a hand on the back of his head and around his waist and kisses him till he's a moaning mess in his lap. He doesn't let go even when he attempts to break free of his grip, of the kiss, overwhelmed, his hands pushing against his shoulders, his hips moving against his own, his ass flush against his thighs.

Kai doesn't let him go till Tyson starts openly crying into his mouth in pleasure, his feet hooking against the edge of the bed for some leverage, and he makes a mess of himself in his shorts.

He continues to move against him, eyes closed, soft pants escaping his lips, as Kai watches him ride out his pleasure with something akin to adoration in his eyes.

He kisses him when he comes down from the high, chaste presses of closed mouths. "Don't you want me to touch you too?" Tyson asks Kai, his hand already snaking down his torso toward his straining dick.

Kai tosses the question around on him, leaning back the slightest bit on his hands so he can look at Tyson more properly. "Do you want to touch me?" he asks, lifting a cocky eyebrow at him.

Tyson tilts his head, his insides still feeling like they're five miles off ground. There's a flush in his cheeks. His thoughts are all over the place. Yet he knows Kai's being a bastard right now.

Teasing him like this. It takes him a second to realize that Kai didn't lean back so he can look at Tyson, it's so Tyson could take a look at him. His dick in fact, which is pressing obscenely against his jeans. His gaze falls on it and he colours, gets a little more breathless, and he tries to avert his eyes, only for them to come back to rest on him again, and again, and again.

"I-" he starts helplessly, and stops. Tapering off like an idiot. He can't meet Kai's gaze anymore. He's afraid of what he might accidentally reveal to Kai about himself if he does. He sighs. Tries to stare at a button on his deep purple and black button down instead. He touches it. Plays with it. He can feel Kai's abs under the shirt, right beneath that button. Hard and unyielding. "I'd..." He nods to cover up his nervousness. "Yeah" Oh god. His voice. Why does he sound like that? Like a chipmunk that is choking. He clears his throat, and for some reason, the action makes him recall that Kai's hand had lain there a few minutes earlier. Jesus. He's not going to make it out of this alive. He tugs at the button in frustration. It comes off. "Oh my god" he gasps, sitting up straight. Kai sees it too. "Oh my god, I'm sorry," he apologizes, trying to fix the button back in place. Kai straightens nonchalantly and stops him from fussing, taking the tiny object from him. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to ruin your shirt," he says, starting to feel like a fuck up.

"It's okay" Kai looks up and meets his eyes calmly. "It's okay" he tells him.

Tyson closes his mouth, looking at Kai unsurely, who takes the button and slips it into his pocket, which isn't something he was expecting him to do.

"It's just a button," Kai says, touching the bangs on Tyson's forehead. Tyson drops his eyes. He's definitely ruined the moment alright. He wonders if he'll ever be able to satisfy Kai even half as much as he satisfies him. Tala had hissed into his ear that he was a cockblock before when he and Kai first started dating. And it's starting to seem true. He always came way too soon, when Kai was not even halfway there. And he may not show his frustration with him but obviously he feels it. And sooner or later he's going to get tired of it. He's going to realize that Tyson can't please him. That he's not worth waiting for. Somebody else could make him feel so much better.

His lips are downturned at the corners when Kai kisses him. Softly. Chastely. One press after the other. The second one firmer than the first. It brings him out of his funk, and he responds better. Bringing his hands to either sides of Kai's jaw and kissing him as well as he can. Kai's breath tingles on his lips when he pulls away in between kisses, and the sparks go straight into his shorts. He briefly wonders if he can come again. But that thought gets chased off when Kai's tongue swipes against the gap between his parted lips. Tyson opens up with fervour, losing himself then, his heartbeat beginning to pick up once more.

His insecurities fade with each tantalizing stroke of his tongue against his, and when Kai draws back the slightest bit to ask, to breathe against his lips, "Still want to touch me?", Tyson all but headbutts him with his eagerness.

"Yes" he says, nodding earnestly. "Yes"

Kai puts his hands on both his cheeks and kisses him once more firmly, before relaxing back on his arms, his palms on the mattress behind him.

The teasing glint reappears in his eyes as soon as Tyson glances down at his dick again with his face flushed.

He looks up to meet Kai's gaze and the blush worsens. He's all pink and weak by the time he gets down to pulling at his zipper.

His breathing is chaotic and the metal gets stuck many times before he's opened it. And it's only then that he realizes he got to the zipper before he unbuttoned his jeans in his eagerness.

Kai has to swallow a laugh when he struggles with that too. Eventually, the button is freed, and the jeans are open, and Tyson's having trouble breathing again.

His black boxers are tented, and Kai stares at Tyson from under his lashes as he musters up his courage with a deep breath and curls his fingers into his waistband. He pulls back the soft cotton and the head of his cock comes into view. Pink and beading at the tip.

He pulls his boxers down to reveal more of him and wraps a shaky hand around him, feeling the last of his wits leave him. Kai comes up to capture Tyson's lips between his, cradling the back of his head. Their lips press together blissfully and Tyson's lost in the haze of it when he hears Kai suddenly groan into his mouth. Tyson had unintentionally tightened his grip on him, and it had affected Kai. Made him lose a modicum of his control. It thrills him. Excites him. That he can do this to Kai.

It feels like too much power.

Tyson slides a hand down his shaft and feels him quiver in his fingers. Blood throbbing through the veins against his palm. He's warm and impossibly hard. And Tyson wonders how Kai acted like he never needed Tyson to touch him when he needed him to touch him this bad. When he is almost craving for it. For him.

Kai has his eyes closed and he's holding onto Tyson's waist with both hands, his lips sliding ardently against his. Every now and then, a sigh slips out between them, when Tyson twists his hand a certain way around the tip of his cock. Mostly he hovers, his mouth near Tyson's, lost in the bliss of it.

A bubbly feeling surges up Tyson's chest when he makes his fist a tight circle and drags Kai's dick through it, ripping a full groan out of him, making him kiss Tyson hard. He loses his senses about the same time Kai starts to thoroughly lose his, his hand moving on its own, using Kai's responses to decide when to increase the pace, and when to continue at the same speed and pressure.

A minute, or a half hour later, Tyson wraps his fingers around the base of Kai's cock and gives him a hard squeeze. Kai pulls away, breaking the kiss. He looks into Tyson's eyes, his own pupils dilated and rich. He asks him, a gentle thumb against his cheek, "Can I come on you?"

Tyson looks down at the smear of precum on Kai's dick, that's also slicking his palm, and the thought of having it on him drives him wild.

He nods, meeting Kai's gaze again, who pulls him closer and pushes Tyson's yellow t-shirt up, telling him to hold it above his chest. Baring his ribs and stomach. He does so. Kai moves Tyson's hand off of him and gives himself a few quick strokes, and then he's coming, onto the smooth tan skin of his tummy and chest. Spurts of him landing on his abs, and near a nipple, but mostly on his belly button and the area around it. Dripping from there.

Tyson wonders if he came himself for a second time. He pants as though he had. Kai touches a couple of fingers on the cum on his belly, spreading it, and brings those fingers to Tyson's mouth. Holding it before his lips to see if he'd take it. He does. He stares at the painted fingers in front of his face for the briefest of moments before leaning in and wrapping his lips around them tight.

"Fuck" Kai curses, watching him lap around his fingers, till they're wiped clean.

It tastes bitter, but it also tastes good. Tyson likes it. He likes it so much he wonders if it'll be weird to ask Kai to come straight in his mouth next time.

Kai's gaze lifts from his lips to his eyes and there's a look in them that Tyson does not know what to make of. They're dark, darker than they've ever been, and Tyson wants to think he's hungry for more. But it's not a look of hunger. It's greed.