AN When I saw that I last updated this October 2004 I realized I had to post again. This will be the second to last chapter. I think only one more after this. I hope my writing benefited from the break. I tried something new here, something I didn't try my hand on last year. You'll find out when you read.

I would like to apologize for the incredibly long wait. I truly had no inspiration. I hope During Christmas break, I'll be able to post the last chapter of this and a new chapter of Fragments. I did some more research on that one. One of the advantages of having the library of a medical faculty at your disposal.

Do I have to do a disclaimer again? I don't own them, you know that.

In close quarters

Part thirteen: Matching, mating, what's the difference?

Tyson:

Two weeks. Roughly two weeks since you got here and found Kai with the flu. Probably never thought so much could happen in two weeks, did you? Well, the fact that he would be interested in you enough to give a relationship a try and submit to you in the bedchamber came as a surprise to me too.

Now, however, we have a few problems.

One, he's all better. That means you no longer have a proper excuse to stay with him and mollycoddle him and fuss over him and god knows what else. Which means he has en excuse to kick you out. And if he does that, that means he doesn't care as much as you thought he did.

Two, provided that he doesn't kick you out, his regained strength means he can now dominate you. You may never get to dominate him again. And he was so wonderfully malleable when he submitted.

Three, you now have to face the rest of the team and gramps with several hickies that still haven't faded and you'll be laughed at and grounded for weeks.

And finally, you're talking to yourself in the mirror again. Very bad sign.

Yes, Kai, I'm coming. Off to the beach to test your stamina in a beybattle. I don't mean to whine, but I think it's the only option I have left. If Kai's manages to remain standing against me in a battle, it means he's fully recovered and all my problems will escalate.

Park? Good idea. This is a nice and quiet corner. No-one will notice us.

I did miss this. Kai is a blader through and through. It felt weird him not being capable to battle. I hope that's changed. And at the same time I kinda don't.

Okay, Tyson, concentrate now. Hm, I think I need to buy a ripcord. The launcher's still in good shape, but the cords tend to wear down quite fast. They're not made of metal and if one of the hooks slips, you don't get maximal velocity out of your launch.

Oh, if only Kenny could hear me now. That'd knock him off his socks. As if I wouldn't know my equipment. I spent the last two weeks getting very intimately acquainted with it. Oh, hang on, that's a different kind of equipment.

Right... anyway. Back to the beybattle. Time to launch.

Here goes! Oh, good one. Right on the mark. Go Dragoon!

Gods, I missed this. No blading for two weeks. More specifically, no blading against Kai. Knock him down! Show now mercy! No, to the left, Dragoon, to the left! Head on! Now fall back. Let him catch his breath. Lower his defences... Now!

Ooh! That was a close one. Circle. Nice and easy, Dragoon. You'll get your chance yet.

Kai looks gorgeous like that. I did notice that before, sort of, out of the corner of my vision, but I never allowed myself to really see. But, Gods, those eyes of his! Really like fire.

Very distracting too. Good tactic that. Not good enough though.

"Dragoon!"

Oh, my feisty Storm Dragon. So powerful and awe-inspiring. Hard to imagine a magnificent creature like that would obey me. But he does. My beautiful, beautiful storm spirit.

Attack.

I don't care who wins. There is no shame in losing from Kai and his Dranzer. I can only shame us if I don't give it my all. Fight that Phoenix! Fight him hard! It doesn't matter who wins.

Does it, Kai? No, I know him. In this battle, he doesn't care who wins either. It's the battle itself that counts. Two blades locked against each other, attack rings creating sparks and damage all around them. Bit beasts rising high to clash and grip and rip apart again. That exhilarating feeling that can only come from the high of adrenaline at the peak of the battle.

Is one blade slowing? They both are. Slowing, slowing, till one stops.

Crap, it's mine. I lost. That definitely means Kai is all better. Well, better pick my blade. I guess I'll have to pack now.

Heh, we both wear the same gloves, except Kai's are black. Of course, they are. My blue wouldn't look good on him.

Hm? Why is he touching me like that? What does that look in his eyes mean?

"Does that mean I get to dominate you now?"

Wha...? Is he serious? He still...?

Guess he does. That's one way of shutting me up. That's one hell of a kiss. Oh, good, oh wicked. Can he tie a knot in a cherry stem or something? Sure feels like it.

Uhm, you do realize we're in a public place, don't you?

Oh fuck! Do that again! Again! Hm, so good. Where's the...? I want to feel you! Ow! Oh, tree. Good thinking. No legs left. Ah, right there. And down, down, please. Oh, god, so good. I'm fucked, I'm royally fucked. I hope no-one... so wet... no-one is around... please, do that again... around to see us... oh, god, no more... to see us... no, don't stop... see us...

Ah! Oh, cold, coldcoldcoldcoldcold. Where did he keep that? When did he put that... put that with... oof, if it's like that every... damn, feels weird... why does he... AH! FUCK!... that's why... oh god... I think I should... should... oh... brush up on... ah... my... anatomy... WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT! ...shit...

No, no, not like... too much... just get it... Ouch! Oh, damn... not nice, not nice at all, shit, sorry, sorry, sorry... Oh I hope I did it right when... Ah... hn... so that's...

Gods, feels good, so pretty, so beautiful, so good, more, more and no stopping not now not ever feels like nothing is ever first met never thought could be what I read when I hold you is okay if only it could not ever stop with nothing between so soft so good and higher so pretty with all me heart that looks so good and far nothing take you ever just hold me and you look so full and always in battle I love and keep and hold and higher and can't and can't... hold on... can't... hold... Kai...

Jesus... sweet mother of... I wouldn't mind subbing more... Oof, my... Ow, give a guy some warning will you. "Yes, I'm fine. That was..." can't find the word.

Ah, Dragoon yes, thanks, where's my belt? I hope no-one saw us. "Can we go back to your place?"

Kai:

So tight, so very, I don't want to leave, don't leave, don't ever leave, staystaystay, say stay, please, stay, so good, so soft, so warm, warm like sun summer soft dark hair in lovely eyes so bright and dark and good and close and soft and mine and stay and stay and stay and

...stay...

My Tyson, my pretty Tyson all close in my arms but we have to go. What was I thinking, in the middle of a park! Oh so sorry "Are you alright?" Amazing, mind-blowing, fantastic? Doesn't really fit the bill. Beyond all that. Like nothing I ever...

Here, don't forget. Yes, back to my place. I'm not letting you go home for a while yet. You're staying. Please, stay. "Please stay." Was that out loud? Ack!

Oof, the ground is hard. And Tyson's heavy. Not like I didn't know.

Tears? No, no tears, no crying, I hate crying. Why are you crying?

"You mean it? You want me to stay? With you?"

God, why wouldn't I? To hold you, tightly, and never let go. "Stay."

Kai:

Tomorrow he'll be here again. We made a deal with gramps. Weekdays home, weekends with me. Two nights. Not enough yet, but I understand.

It's cold without him here. Weird, I know, I still see him every day at school. Those faces when we first showed up. Well, not then, Tyson, was late as usual, it wasn't until lunch break. And I kissed him. And kissed him. And kissed him. We should have breathed sooner, probably, but it felt so good. And it was so quiet, everyone was so shocked, I forgot we were in the cafeteria. Until a teacher interrupted.

That was embarrassing. Can't believe they called gramps. It wasn't that bad. More couples kiss in the hallway and such. Just because we're two guys and world famous and all. We had to compromise. No more lewd behavior. Pfah, Tyson's got the dirtiest mind ever. Idiot drags me away in every nook and cranny to snog the hell out of me. Not that I'm complaining.

I think it was that time in the park that did it. Public place and all. My boyfriend is an exhibitionist. Shit, but that was good. Dominating's amazing. Not that I mind subbing, not at all. No, dominating is that rare treat that for its rarity tastes all the sweeter. I don't think I'd want to do more often. Things are fine the way they are. As long as people stay out of our business.

It's not of their business who's on top most of the time. Tyson knows that. He won't tell. I'm a private person. That hasn't changed. We train a bit less now. Weekends are off. That's our time. And, no, we don't spend all day in bed. Are you nuts? Tyson's an amazing cook. We shop and he cooks and I watch him cook. He only burned dinner a few times and I have to guiltily admit that that's partly my fault. Well, he shouldn't look so good.

I think I like his eyes the most. They always look good. Even when he's angry, I just look at his eyes, and nothing matters anymore, you know. If he's angry at me, I'll repent, if he isn't I'll either calm him or join him. I can't refuse him anything.

I don't think I ever could. Not since the World Championship in Russia, at least. And he's so energetic. I don't have to do anything, just hold on for the ride and he drags me everywhere. Just last week we went to the theater, which I had never visited before. And I don't mean a movie theater, I mean a stage-theater, where one can see a live play. Never pegged Tyson for the type to like that, but you should have seen him. He was holding onto his seat and so focused. And he cried and laughed, all quietly of course, he didn't want to disturb the rest of the public.

I think I saw something about a contemporary setting of a Shakespeare play coming up for Christmas. That's still months away, but Shakespeare is popular. Should I reserve tickets?

Oh, I can't wait till tomorrow. Ha, the only way gramps accepted the deal was if we accepted the package of condoms he held out to us. I can't believe he did that. It was totally unexpected for Tyson too. I've never seen him blush so much. Kinda funny really.

Should I make dinner? I don't feel like it. I just wanna eat Tyson's cooking. Or something the like. Heheh, can I help it if he tastes good? If I don't eat properly today and Tyson finds out he's likely going to fuss. That can be a good thing, but not always. No, I probably should eat something. He always finds out if I don't.

I wish it was tomorrow already.

AN There you have it. Now you realize what I was talking about. It was very, very difficult writing a very first person lemon like that. I hope it's not too explicit for the moderators. I don't think it is, I mean, come on, it's not explicit at all, now is it? Tell me in a review? hint hint