Goldie: Holy crap, chapter two already. Blackie, you know how to type.

Blackie: Aw shucks, I take that as a compliment.

Goldie: Though you are slow in smarts sometimes.

Blackie: ...meanie TT

Silvery: We don't own Beyblade, only the plots. Tyson smokes, Kai masturbates and Rei does erotic dances, what more could you ask for? So if you don't like it, don't read it!! TT

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He narrowed his eyes (Aw, he looks cute when he's mad). "Who are you?"

I smirked and moved up to the male, letting my hand cup his cheek. I suppressed a gasp. Hs skin was as smooth as glass, but warm and welcoming. I knew I wanted to touch more, touch further, but I resisted and looked into his eyes. "My name is Kai Hiwatari . . . you must be Kuro Neko."

Kuro crossed his arms then looked away. "What difference does it make to you?"

"A lot of differences you can imagine, kitty," I replied, "You're a lot different from the other dancers. The way you're different makes you a rare golden rose in a garden of weeds."

He blinked then looked back at me. "My, aren't you a hopeless romantic."

I raised an eyebrow. "And what's so bad about that?"

"You don't look like a romantic guy - you seem rough around the edges," Kuro replied. He walked to his dresser and sat down, starting to remove the gem from his forehead and the make up. I couldn't help but watch how he tenderly rubbed his cheek from the skin make up, the lipstick and the eye shadow.

"Rough around the edges you say?" I asked after observing his every move. He nodded. "Well, I'm rough in some cases . . . do you want a demonstration?"

"Not really," Kuro replied, picking up the brush from the dresser and tenderly brushing his midnight black hair. He winced a little when his brush got stuck in his hair, making a vain attempt to pull it out, but my hand reached out and stopped him from tugging.

"You keep brushing like that and you'll have a bald spot," I said, taking the brush from him and gently untangling the brush from the hair before getting on my knees to start brushing from the bottom. I continued upward and brushed the soft locks of hair, making sure that I brushed it perfectly, just like his whole being was.

Perfect.

My hand was on his hair as the other continued to brush. I made it up to his neck. My fingers brushed his soft neck, then I saw him raise his hand with a tie. I was confused and then he said, "I tie my hair back with this."

I scoffed, "You don't need it, Kuro. You look cute without it." I looked at the mirror to see a faint trace of pink on Kuro's cheeks. Hm, I see I made the kitty blush.

I decided to take my advances further. My hands rested upon his shoulders as I leaned down to tenderly kiss his neck. I heard a small whimper creep up his throat. I could feel him try to escape but my hands kept him firmly down on the chair. I couldn't help but have the need to taste him, the need to just kiss him. But I don't want to rush it, I'd rather take my time and enjoy every minute of it.

Just as I was about to go up to his chin, he broke away from my hands and turned around, his back was facing the dresser. "Quit it, Kai."

"Quit what?" I asked innocently.

"Quit advancing on me like that," He said distractedly, "I don't even know you-"

"But we can get to know each other, just let me," I said, pinning him down against the dresser. Our lower bodies took a hint of friction, both of us letting out a soft moan. I smirked down at Kuro, he had his hands on my shoulder blades. Then I noticed his eyes were scrunched tight.

I didn't like it, not at all. His eyes were too precious to hide. My hand went to his cheek, caressing the skin. "Kuro, open your eyes."

Kuro obliged, all I could see in his amber honey eyes was a sense of fear. I gave a soft smile and ran my hand through his hair. "Kuro, there's no need to be afraid, I'll be gentle-"

"It's not that." Kuro said, his hands pushed me away lightly, but he wasn't that strong. I crossed my arms. I can be patient, especially for this delectable boy.

"Then what is it?"

"I'm a dancer, not a prostitute," Kuro snapped, glaring at me. Hm, kitty has claws.

I shook my head and then said, "You don't seem to understand, Kuro, I'm not here for a one night stand, I'm here for you."

"I'm still not interested." Kuro whispered. I thought for a moment, then an idea came to my head.

"Since you refuse my offer . . . can I ask a favor of you?"

"That depends."

"You're a dancer," I said, backing away from the male, "So dance for me."

He seemed nervous, glancing around the room so I raised an eyebrow again. "Something the matter?"

"Nothing really . . . Just not used to doing private dances for someone," Kuro said blushing again. I smirked, so I'm the first one to see him dance in private? Impressive.

"Don't worry, I won't bite . . . hard," I said, causing Kuro to blush further. I think I'm going to enjoy this . . . a lot.

He turned around and turned the CD player on, a soft erotic melody floated around the room. I backed into the bed behind me and sat down, smirking as Kuro let the music take over his body. Let the show begin.

Kuro felt more relaxed as his arms rose above his head as he twirled slowly, yet swiftly, his leg moving forward into a semi-split, his eyes coming to a seductive half lidded state as his arms floated like wings to the beat of the music. It was almost like he was telling a story, a story with no words, just motion and music as the only clues to what he might be describing. He was a mystery to me as he gave a smile when he got on his knees, then placed his hands on the floor and lifted to a back stand (something kids have to learn in gymnastics to do flips) his upper chest did a roll that rolled down as though it was a sexual act. Since it felt that way, it hit me below the belt, hard.

I just watched, the music intoxicating my mind, the rhythm of his body movement was so bittersweet, so addicting, as though it was asking, begging, pleading to be taken control over. I was smiling, then the next thing I know, I was giving a sad expression. This was a one dance that I would have to remember

Forever.

I close my eyes; the last vision of him I saw was his face. The beautiful cherubic face that would haunt my dreams forever. His golden eyes would bore at my back at every minute that I do not see him within my reach. With each corresponding day that passes me by, I would need to reach out and touch his face. His sweet tender face. My only sense of being . . .

---Months Later---

"We still have a lot to take care of, though, the economy will drop into a sink bucket if we're not careful. What should we do about this Mr. Hiwatari . . . Mr. Hiwatari . . . Hiwatari!!"

I jerked away from my pleasant sleep from my desk, seeing two of my co-workers staring at me in concern. "Yeah?"

"You've been sleeping on us since you got here, don't you get any sleep at all?"

I shook my head, like I would get any sleep after leaving the greatest thing that happened to me. Meeting that dancer just had me aching to go back to Akuma Luna and hunt down kitty. And when I do, I'll kidnap him then have passionate love every day.

But despite my hopes and fantasies, those will probably never come true. In needs of going back for love in a club, I was stuck here miles away from my hometown with no sense of time. Speaking of how long, I have no idea how many days, weeks or months that passed me by. Sleepless nights, short cut meals and endless daydreams . . . Satan lost his job in hell so he's taking it out on me as we speak.

One of the co-workers placed their hand on my shoulder. "Maybe you need to get some rest Mr. Hiwatari, you have been working a bit too hard lately."

"Trying to get your mind off something, Hiwatari?" The other asked curiously. I shook my head, not wanting to talk about it, straight men like them wouldn't understand, not to mention they're married and have kids.

"Maybe you're right. I'll just take an hour in my room. I'll be back around six," I said tiredly, half dragging my shivering body back to my hotel room. Opening the door, and then closing it behind me. I sighed, leaning against the pinewood door, sliding down to sit on the floor. I loosened my tie and chucked it aggressively across the room. Taking off my jacket and throwing it at the coat hanger, I doubt that it even made it on the hook. I got up and plucked out the buttons on my shirt then turned on the switch to start the gas fire on. The warm heat surrounded the room, but no matter how much the warmth embraced me, I still felt cold.

I slumped into the black leather couch, feeling the cushion sink gently to my weight. I have to think of things to pass by for an hour. Oh joy, what would that subject be. Hmm, screw work, I'd rather screw something else . . . like Kuro.

I growled in frustration. Damn, even his name shoots me below the waist. Just the thought of his long black hair surrounding me in a bed of silk satin sheets while our lips whisper to each other of undying love for one another, proving the point with little tender kisses. The thought of letting my hand run through those midnight locks, my hands exploring and claiming his body as my own with every stroke and thrust. His small moans urging me on as his hands gripped my bare shoulders.

I couldn't hold in a moan below my throat so I let it escape, my hand unbuttoning my work pants, pulling down the zipper to gain freedom of my erection. My cold hand wrapped around the warm organ as I pumped shamelessly. The thoughts of Kuro in my head continued to taunt and tease me, saying that I would never be able to do that in real life. Hold him, touch him, kiss him, take him. The thought of that just seemed so unbearable.

Another moan left my lips, a small hiss sharply exited through my teeth as I pumped faster, the vision of the two of us in a rhythmic libido going the same pace as my hand. Kuro's moans are now echoing in my mind this time. In between I could hear him whisper outspoken words that he only wished for me to hear. His body arched up to meet my own as creamy white liquid took place on the sheets and on our bodies . . . and apparently on the couch and the nice Persian rug.

I wiped my semen on the seat of my pants carelessly. I laid my head back on the couch, letting the vision of the both of us being cuddled together in the same bed we made love in, my arms holding him protectively as I could hear him give a tiny mew before purring through the silence.

My head jerked up when I heard a rapping knock on the door, I quickly put my pants back to it's proper position, buttoning the button back in its place before going to answer the door, my eyes meeting up with storm blue.

"Hey Hiwatari, heard from Rubel and Keith that you'd be in your room."

I rolled my eyes and pulled the man in closing the door. "None of the co-workers are in here dummy, it's just me."

He sighed in relief and sulked, almost ripping his tie off. "Thank God! I thought I was going to literally suffocate in that office with those . . . those . . . straight guys!"

I rolled my eyes. "Tyson, cool it will ya? You're fine now."

"Yeah, really with those guys talking about their sex lives with their wives, oi, I just wanna hurl."

"Tyson, you're too gay for your own good."

"I know, and only you can keep my sanity through these couple months just to live through this damn trip," Tyson said as he pulled out a cigarette, "Damn this trip is so fucked up, it's not even funny."

"You're not allowed to smoke in the hotel, Tyson," I warned. Hey, I don't care about smokers, but I don't want to get in trouble for someone else's mess.

"Who gives a shit? It's only one," Tyson said as he lighted the end with his lighter. He let the smoke out into the air. "Damn I hate Mondays, it should all go down to hell."

"You should really quit you know."

"Why do you care?"

"It makes you smell, that's what."

"And your point?"

"I don't wanna be around you when you smell."

"You already know I got hooked to this thanks to this damn job."

"You can quit, I know you're no quitter but this is something you shouldn't stay in. Besides, you look like an idiot running around with a stick in your mouth"

"Fine, I'll try to quit," Tyson said, flicking the ashes off the tip into a trash can. I grabbed the cigarette and crushed it in my hand, not caring if it was still lit. It didn't hurt much as I threw it away.

"Then start now."

Tyson was about to protest, but he shut up once I glared at him. "But this job is so shitted up, Kai!"

"I know . . . I know . . . but it was my grandfathers 'final wish' for me to carry on the family business."

"Ah, man, everyone has the right to be straight and stupid, but your grandfather abused the privilege."

"That's why he's dead, Tyson."

"Good, the sucker should rot in hell anyway."

"There's never a dull moment with you, Tyson, you know that?"

"Glad I can be of service."

"By the way, if you don't notice, I'm ditching tonight."

"Yeah, I'll see ya- Hold on!! You're ditching!? Tonight?! Without me!?"

"No, I could use your breaking out skills to get us out of here."

" . . . I don't know . . . what's my end of the deal here?"

" . . . I'll tell you what, you get us out of here, I'll take you to a gay cat house." (If you don't know what that means, it means strip club)

"You got yourself a jail break."

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Goldie: Yup, Kai and Tyson are gonna escape from straight hell!

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