"We're getting married." Max, Rei and Kenny turned to look at the living room door.
"Saywhatnow?" Max asked. Tyson sighed as if Max was retarded.
"Me and Kai are getting married," he repeated. Max's eyes widened and he smiled.
"Really? Congratulations! I always knew you two'd finally get to it! About time!" Kai's and Tyson's eyes widened at his rambling and they glanced at each other quickly, blushing. Rei looked baffled.
"Why… why are you getting married?" he asked. Tyson grinned, crossed his arms and looked at his captain.
"Well, see, there's this tradition in Russia that when you tie someone's scarf around your neck you accept their marriage proposal," he said. Kai felt a sudden rush of embarrasment. Kenny sighed and turned to his laptop.
"Sure, fine, alright, whatever you say. I want nothing to do with this," he muttered. He could tell this another one of those weird things between Kai and Tyson that he'd better stay away from. Rei grinned and looked at Kai.
"Really? Russian tradition? Wow, never heard of it…" he teased. Max glanced from Rei to the duet, and back.
"Are you seriously getting married?" he asked. Kai smirked and tugged on the scarf lightly, making Tyson frown.
"Tradition is tradition. He's my bride now," he stated. Rei and Max stared at a flustering Tyson.
"Bride?" they asked. Tyson stuck his chest out proudly.
"That's right," he said and tried to walk away, but Kai yanked him down. Max and Rei fought not to laugh at the bluenette's expression. Tyson grumbled beneath his breath. Kai looked at Kenny.
"Chief, start planning a wedding gown for my babutska. Make sure it has lots of bows, frills and flowers on it. And make it off-white. Nobody would buy him as pure," he ordered. Kenny gave him a stunned look.
"You want me to what?" he gaped. Kai scowled impatiently and walked to the laptop.
"Fine, I'll do it. Move." The spectacled boy huffed quietly and abandoned his beloved computer. Kai sat down and started to use the drawing program.
"It'll need a corset," he muttered loud enough for the others to hear. Tyson blushed with humiliation and sat on the floor indian style, crossing his arms. Max scooted closer to him.
"Are you seriously going to marry him?" he whispered. Tyson rolled his eyes.
"No you dumb blonde! Can't you see he's just trying to get his scarf back? There's no way he'll go through with it! He'll cave in way before me, you'll see," he whispered, grinning mishievously. Max paled and sweatdropped.
"If you say so," he mumbled.
() An hour later ()
"There," Kai said and handed Tyson the scetch. His eyes nearly dropped out of their sockets.
"I'm not wearing that!" he yelled. Max peeked over his shoulder and giggled. Kai nodded seriously.
"You're right. It's just a pale imitation at the moment, but it's only a scetch. Don't worry, the final version will have much more hearts and flowers," he said. Tyson stared at him and Max giggled even more.
"That's not the point! You… argh!" He was about to go off, when he realised it was exactly what Kai wanted him to do. He forced a smile on his face and handed the scetch back.
"But I guess I can manage," he said. Kai and Max seemed a bit frightened. The slate-haired blader stared at the hideous dress. He had not expected this. There had to be another way of humiliating Tyson, something more direct… Then he got it. He stood up and yanked Tyson's scarf. The younger boy followed him in the bedroom.
"Now what? I thought we were gonna wait till wedding night, he he…" Tyson's laughter died as Kai showed a blanket in his face.
"And what's that supposed to be?" he asked.
"Your new outfit," Kai said. He tossed the sheet around Tyson and took a belt, lying around in the room, and tied it around Tyson's waist. The pony-tailed teen stared at his new gown.
"Um, ok. What's this?" he asked.
"You're mine now. I can't have you walking around in shorts and a T-shirt, letting other men see your bare limbs. It's obscene, they have to be hidden," he stated. Tyson glared at him.
"You have got to be kidding me!" he huffed. Kai just looked at him calmly. Then a small smirk appeared.
"Of course you could always giv…"
"Actually," Tyson cut in, "This is kinda practical. I like it." He lifted his hands, spreading the sheet wide. Suddenly a dark glint flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Kai. Payback time.
"You know," Tyson said and brought his hands to his waist, "Now that I have this elegant sheet, I don't need these old clothes reminding me of my past life, right?" Kai started and became cautious.
"What?" he asked as Tyson swiftly kicked off his shoes and pulled down his sock, then the other. Kai tried to think of something rational to say. Off came the shorts. Then the boxers. Kai blushed hotly. Tyson straightened up and stretched, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"Aah, nothing like going commando!" he sighed, wiggling his bum, "Nice and breezy." Kai was beet-red. Finally he got his tongue under control.
"You… you put your… underwear back on right now, Tyson," he ordered. The dragon mustered his dumb, innocent look and tilted his head.
"But Kai… this is the clothing you gave me. What's the point in wearing something nobody sees?" he asked. Kai tried to keep his breath calm, to not lose his mind. He couldn't let Tyson defeat him at this… He took the end of the scarf and tied it in a knot around his own wrist. Tyson blinked in horror, staring at it.
"W-what did you do that for?" he stuttered. Kai had managed to restore his nonchalant expression.
"There's a danger your private parts will flash from under the gown, and I have to make sure nobody makes a move on you. I can't let you out of my sight before the wedding," he said. Tyson stared at him with wide eyes. Kai felt victorious, but kept his face straight. Suddenly Tyson grinned and leaned closer.
"You mean you have to follow me into the shower?" he asked. Kai paled. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Tyson was pulling him out of the bedroom and towards the lavatory. He's winning. He's winning. Kai couldn't think straight. The door closed behind him and they were in the bathroom. Tyson promptly dropped the sheet, and Kai nailed his eyes on Tyson's. He could not let his gaze slip down, he just couldn't. Tyson smiled invitingly.
"Want to join me?"
"No."
"Can you wash my back?"
"No!" Tyson pouted.
"Aww, too bad," he sighed and pulled the curtain aside, stepping under the shower and turning it on. Kai swalloved hard and tried to look at the ceiling. Seconds felt like years as Tyson was rubbing his naked, wet body just a few inches from him, and he had to look away. It was torture. Suddenly Kai got an idea. If Tyson's eyes were closed during shampooing, he could sneak a peek. Just a short one.
"Hurry up, start washing your hair," he grunted impatiently.
"Ok, ok, geez…" In a few moments, Kai could hear Tyson scrubbing his wet maine and whistling. The Russian looked at him quickly. Tyson was so sexy Kai slipped with shock.
"Ahh!" Tyson yelled and fell down with Kai, landing flat on him. Kai grimaced and rubbed the back of his head, opening his eyes. Tyson's face was just an inch from his, wet, glowing and flustered. He smiled awkwardly.
"Hehe… whoops… this wouldn't have happened if you didn't keep me on a leash," he laughed nervously. Kai's glare hardened.
"That's just what you have to deal with as long as you're tied to it," he grumbled. Tyson is naked on top of you! Squeeze him! You know you want to! Kai shook his head quickly; he had to concentrate on his anger to distract himself from the stupid signals his body was sending him. He pushed the younger blader off and got up, untying his wrist.
"I'll let you shower, but then the leash is back on," he snapped and turned his back on Tyson, who grinned dreamily and got back to washing himself.
Max, Rei and Kenny were having sandwiches in the kitchen when Kai walked in with a wet, dripping Tyson following. The bluenette had wrapped a towel around his waist, and the boys could see a dark red shade on the captain's face. Tyson took a slice of cheese and ate it.
"So, Kai, am I gonna stay a virgin till wedding night or not?" he asked casually. Rei and Max grinned at each other, and Kai's face turned an even darker shade.
"You don't really expect us to buy that, Tyson?" Max teased. Tyson blinked and looked at Kai.
"Well, too bad you can't really check, can you, Kai?" he asked, and the others tried not to laugh out loud at the Russian's expression. Kai's mouth tensed into a thin line, and he tugged hard on the scarf, pulling Tyson out of the kitchen. They went in the bedroom and Kai closed and locked the door behind them. Tyson shifted his weight and swalloved hard, looking up at the taller blader who turned to him.
"Uh, so… are we gonna, um, discus the seating arrangement?" he laughed nervously. Kai didn't say anything. He hooked two fingers under the waistline of the towel and pulled Tyson close, his other hand resting firmly on his lower back. Tyson let out another nervous laugh, suddenly quite aware of his half-naked state. Kai pressed his face in the wet, midnight hair and slid his hand down, slightly beneath the towel. Tyson swalloved hard, rigid against Kai's tall, hard, warm frame. Kai brought his lips to Tyson's ear, his other hand sliding down to cup a buttock firmly.
"You'll stay a virgin till wedding night," he whispered, " but that doesn't mean I don't have certain… priviledges as your future husband…" Tyson wetted his lips and brought his palms between them two.
"Uh, hehe, w-what kind of… p-priviledges?" he stuttered. The look in Kai's dark eyes was lidded with lust, and he gave Tyson a hefty squeeze.
"You'll see."
TBC…
A/N: So far pretty innocent, but next chapter is why this is rated, though I've seen stronger stuff on this site… Thanks so much for the reviews, everyone! And for favouring the story!
