A/N: Ah screw you Opal. It's suppose to be warm and fluffy, and it shall be warm and fluffy dammit! Not another angst fest where Kai may or may not end up with Rei! This is suppose to be about WYATT. But then again, angst is always a good literary device
ETA: Ages since I watched BB. Who the hell are all these random characters? feels shamed I also fixed some of the spelling mistakes in the first chapter. I actually had this ages ago, but due to my subsequent move away from didn't post for quite some time. So, it's quite old writing so all the old school clichés are in. I am terribly Sorry about the wait and the well, quality, but I definitely enjoyed writing this piece of fluff. Enjoy.
Dormitory Rules
Part 2
He chewed on his lip until the coppery taste of blood tinged his taste buds, his hands nearly twisting themselves into knots as he stood awkwardly in the corridor, waiting.
His heart rate doubled in speed as he saw the tips of grey hair appear over the stairs, a fine sheen of sweat breaking over his forehead. He didn't want to give up. He didn't. But any resolve he made always disappeared when he felt that cold glare, not daring to meet those eyes because he was too scared of what he might find there.
It really hurt to go back to being the outcast.
Wyatt forced himself to look up this once. The last week of avoiding each other brought back the painful reality of being alone, of having no true friends. It hurt more than anything he could've possibly imagined.
He should have never just assumed... he should've never tried to...
"Hi Kai." Wyatt's voice sounded like forced cheer even to him.
The grey haired beyblade captain didn't even look at him, walking calmly by as if he didn't exist. The door to the classroom closed behind him.
Wyatt slumped against the wall and tried to will some tears to complete this pathetic picture.
He shouldn't have kissed him.
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The door slammed with a loud 'bang!' as Kai stormed into his room. He threw himself onto his bed just in time to muffle the frustrated scream that had been tearing at his throat all damn day into his pillow. Fists beat uselessly into the rumpled covers until he felt the energy drain away from his limbs and all he could do was clutch at hard at the soft, malleable tissue of his pillow, filled with the horribly familiar feeling of utter defeat.
This had been his daily routine for every afternoon of the past week. He was depressed, confused and in doubt of his sexuality. Kai figured he could sink no deeper in teenage angst even if he wanted to.
He had no idea what he'd been thinking when he asked that question. He had only wondered if Wyatt had liked him... as a friend. At the time, it seemed like a perfectly logical question to follow up after such a worry filled one on a topic as personal as someone's dreams.
Wyatt's frequent nightmares about 'the bit beast affair' was clearly affecting the boy, and as the person who was the main cause of the particular event he didn't think there was anything particularly strange about Wyatt calling out to him. He had felt just a tad guilty about treating Wyatt so harshly, a feeling that had been compounded by the memory of his failure by getting there too late to save Wyatt from the experience. He figured the boy could unload some of those phobias and he could try out his hand at being a real friend, the comforting and trusting sort.
The scene played over and over in his mind, showing where he went wrong. He had only wanted to be assured that Wyatt trusted him enough to tell him such things. It was logical enough in his head. Sure it had been awkward trying to broach the subject of nightmares since he knew very well the horrors of being controlled by a bit beast and was reluctant to talk about it himself... dammit, he was rambling in his head again.
The truth was, he had only been worried. That question... He would've taken a 'no' just fine.
He hadn't expected Wyatt to answer positively, and his natural suspicions should've been up by the redness on the boy's cheeks... though his own had also been incriminatingly pink from embarrassment.
He hadn't expected Wyatt to KISS him!
Kai screamed into his pillow, feeling the heat rush to his cheeks again. Now he couldn't get it out of his mind. It had been a simple case of fight or flight, and his instincts had motivated him to run away like a pathetic coward before he'd even realised how bloody stupid he was being. That kiss… it wasn't what he had wanted.
He couldn't forget it either, or deny that he had enjoyed it. He didn't know WHAT he wanted anymore.
He hadn't been able to look Wyatt in the eye since, not without the threat of seeing the evidence of his weakness and social failure. The guy probably hated him now. Kai didn't think he could stand seeing Wyatt hate him, not when he was one of the few friends Kai had managed to make all on how own.
So he ignored him, retreating back to his shell where he had always been safe and nothing could touch him. The rest of the time he trained until he couldn't think or feel anything besides Dranzer whirling away in his thoughts. He made sure he was so exhausted and aching that the numb feeling inside him wasn't just from dumb, emotional shock over running away like a girl.
Life didn't want to make it easier for him though. It was as if his hormones had only been simmering until now. That kiss must've flipped a switch somewhere to put them into overdrive. Suddenly he's now hyper aware of the lecherous looks the other boys gave him and absolutely EVERYONE in this school did.
He'd felt his own horror as he noticed the down played looks that even Tyson, Max and Rei gave him.
It was like he'd immersed himself in the twilight zone, and suddenly, embarrassment seemed to overtake his usual cold look as the default expression on his face.
It was humiliating.
The noises at night didn't help at all.
Kai couldn't recall a single moment up until now that he had wanted to touch himself for any purpose other than to clean. Of course, he felt extremely dirtier nowadays for a completely different reason. That doesn't excuse the fact now that he not only thought of doing... things... with himself, but even more disturbingly... things... with other people. Especially Wyatt. That was unacceptable. He was avoiding Wyatt like the plague in case he acted on these intentions and molested the boy or something.
To add insult to injury, the guy had stolen his first kiss.
One he couldn't get out of his head, and shamefully wanted a repeat of.
Kai just… didn't know what to do anymore.
It wasn't faiiiiir. He wanted his ignorance back!
Kai tried to encourage his pillow to smother him.
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Wyatt was staring out the window, feeling the crushing weight of the whole world against him in what he felt was a sufficient display of emo. He wished he had a music player to add to his general feeling of despair. The table beside his was empty, a ray of sunshine lighting up the dust floating in from outside onto its surface, making it all too clear the absence of a body sitting there.
He wondered where Kai was. Was he training all alone out there? Crushing some opponent with his beyblading prowess? Frolicking in the park with bunnies? Having orgies with his team mates?
Wyatt didn't know. Hasn't known or been invited to know for two weeks now, and it was killing him. It was also taking quite a toll on his imagination apparently. He glanced over to the bent blonde and auburn heads of Tomo and Kesuke a row away. He didn't really want to ask them where Kai was either. They weren't all that close originally, and since the Wall of Silence has been imposed, those two seemed reluctant to ask about him. Wyatt could feel them looking at him sometimes, and it made him even more standoffish. He didn't want their pity either. He knew who was responsible for making Kai hate him, and he was nicely being crushed by that responsibility thank you very much. After what he did, he deserved the angst.
He shifted his eyes out the window again, only to be in direct eye contact as a rock smashed into his forehead from outside.
The teacher didn't even pause as a dull sounding thud sounded in the room, followed by some muttered curses. The other students looked over curiously and summarily dismissed him, considering it was Wyatt, whom nobody really knew all that well except for the fact he liked beyblading and all that weird crap.
Wyatt cursed and rubbed his forehead with his fingers, glaring out the window, searching for the stupid idiot that hit him with a ROCK.
Tyson waved from out, disgustingly cheerful as always, making motions with his hands that from what Wyatt could see, was telling him to steal third.
He glared some more, and realised with amused irony that he was picking up quite a lot of Kai traits.
Tyson started miming, and badly. He looked like he was doing the macarena for all Wyatt could decipher of the movements. Finally, Tyson huffed dramatically and made the unmistakable motion of pulling out a ripcord and tilted his head to the side questionably.
Wyatt considered ignoring him some more. He did hit him with a rock. Then again, anymore theatrics and Tyson would probably hurt himself, or be smote from above. He raised his hand wearily. "Sensei, may I go to the toilet?"
The teacher looked at him like he hadn't known Wyatt had previously existed. "Oh. Yes, yes of course, don't hold it in, you might make yourself impotent."
"…Right." Wyatt grabbed his bag and footed out of the classroom, aware of the curious glances sent his way.
Of course the bathroom was clearly not where he was going to go, but he couldn't help feeling guilty about lying and detoured past it on the way outside. Tyson, with a show of intelligence which was usually absent had moved to a less visible location in the shadow of the building.
"Yo Wyatt, wanna jig?" The guy's grin was pretty damn persuasive. "I can't seem to find the others, and Chief's acting as my decoy in school so I thought, man I'm bored and the only other kid who's probably just as bored at school is you!"
The way that Tyson had declared this made Wyatt think it was supposed to be some sort of compliment. He didn't get a chance to reply before he was being tugged out of school grounds.
"Nothing feels better than forbidden beyblading. There's a gazebo at a park that's got this worn dip which is perfect for spinning and it's out of the way of those police officers who tag school kids outta school, but first we should get some ice cream."
Wyatt tried to sort that out in his head and failed. "Hey wait! I can't just disappear from class! I told them I was going to the toilet!"
Tyson nodded sagely while pulling him along the street. "Yeah, that would hold for a few hours."
"What? Hey! I don't even have a beyblade anymore. Is beyblading ALL that you think about Tyson?" Wyatt risked a look back, and almost got whiplash as Tyson jerked insistently on his arm. The school with its fairly large grounds was already out of sight.
"Yep, can't be the best unless you work hard, and you can't work hard unless the mind is set on BEYBLADING. You can watch. I'm not Kai, I like having someone telling me how awesome I am."
Wyatt rolled his eyes a little at Tyson's cheerful arrogance. Then he sobered, "How is Kai?"
Tyson slowed down a little. "Eh? How would I know? You go to the same school right? You should see him more than us. He goes off on his own and no one can find him, 'cept Rei who's like a blood hound when he wants to be."
"Oh." That was a definite spike of jealousy. Wyatt saw Tyson give him an odd look and tried to justify his sudden mood swing. "He wasn't in school today, I was curious."
"Damn. If I knew that, I would've tried harder to find him... not that you're not cool to hang with too. Kai isn't much company anyway; he's like a black hole for fun." Up ahead, Wyatt could see the green grass of the park poking around the corner. A little closer was a portable ice cream stand.
"That isn't true, he's fun in his own way," Wyatt defended, and coloured when he realised the idea of 'fun' running through his head wasn't exactly the platonic let's-beyblade-with-rainbows-and-bunnies sort.
Tyson snorted and shrugged. "I'm not bagging him out or anything, Kai's a friend, but that is one guy with a serious stick up his you know what. Guh, chocolate."
Wyatt blinked and realised the last was referring to the ice cream.
Tyson pulled out some change out of his voluminous pockets, his face falling when it wasn't enough to get the double choc fudge ice cream he was eyeing. Wyatt sighed and took the money from his hands, and added his own collection of notes and coins.
"Can I have a double choc fudge cream sunday and a green tea pop?" He was well off, but it wasn't often he got to spend his money on friends. The man tending the store gave then a frown, probably for being out of school but the prospect of a sale obviously won over that niggling sense of morality. Wyatt handed Tyson's ice cream to him. The boy was looking at him with sparkling eyes.
"You're my hero Wyatt. I knew there was a good reason I brought you along!"
"No problem Tyson," he answered politely. A second later they were tearing up the sidewalk again, Tyson almost going into a run toward the park while stringing him along. They rounded the corner at warp speed.
Suffice to say, Tyson didn't see the other person going around the corner from the opposite direction, and the collision looked like a crash test dummy going headlong into a wall. Wyatt, being further back was saved but still got the full play by play of Tyson crashing, stumbling back, landing on his butt and his ice cream with one bite in it, sailing through the air to splat on the pavement. He looked up to catch the surprised features of Kai staring back.
"MY ICE CREAM!"
The red gaze swerved to stare down at Tyson who was kneeling next to his confectionery and doing a good impression of mourning a loved one. "Baka."
The raven haired boy pointed an accusing finger at Kai. "KAI! You scoundrel! I demand satisfaction! How COULD you!"
"It's your own fault that you don't look where you're going," Kai drawled smoothly, not looking at Wyatt.
"Normal people don't NINJA around like you and cause other people to lose their beloved ice creams!"
Wyatt was becoming afraid the other boy was going to start licking the ground or something.
Kai still wasn't looking at him. "Baka. How about I beyblade for your crummy ice cream? You win, you get another sickeningly sweet sunday, I win, you buy me one."
"You're ON." Tyson started to his feet and strode purposefully toward the gazebo standing proudly in the middle of the park. From his body language you would think his father had been heinously murdered.
Wyatt opened his mouth to point out Tyson didn't have anymore money but was deterred by the feeling of Kai staring at him.
"Wyatt."
He was not flushing. He wasn't. "Ah, Kai, I didn't expect you to be-"
The other boy was already turned around and heading toward Tyson. Wyatt stared at Kai's back and realised that had been some kind of greeting. Typical. It looked like the Wall of Silence was still up and towering.
He sighed and followed them to the gazebo, seeing the bey battle had already started. He leaned against the wall to watch, thoughtfully opening the packing to his green tea pop.
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"I'm going to TRASH your blade for this!" Tyson ranted at him. Kai scowled and sent Dranzer to beat against Tyson's blade viciously so the boy would shut up already.
Kai knew he would win. Tyson usually displayed miraculous shows of strength when it came down to it in actual contests, but normally, he made a ton of amateurish stupid mistakes that made Kai wonder why he even joined this team in the first place. Today however the boy was showing a considering amount of spirit over a stupid ice cream, but nothing Kai or Dranzer couldn't handle.
Kai would've won if it wasn't for the fact Wyatt had started sucking on his ice cream.
The brown haired boy's lips were wrapped around the cylindrical treat and Kai could see out of the corner of his eye Wyatt's tongue lapping gently at the top, savouring.
He wrenched his gaze back on the battle, but suddenly he was feeling overwhelmed, distracted and hot and Tyson was taking advantage of it by smashing Dranzer against the walls of the gazebo. Kai gritted his teeth, scowled and willed Dranzer to loop away, reversing positions in the circular playing ground to charge Dragoon.
Wyatt was looking at him, the icy pop releasing from his mouth, glistening. The brunette's gaze darted away to a drip that was slowly making its way down his ice cream, his tongue reaching out to lap it up, trailing up the length of the pop.
Kai twitched. That was unfair. What the hell was Tyson playing at, bringing Wyatt along?
The screeches and sparkles of the bey battle seemed to fade into the background.
Wyatt had returned to sucking, his brows drawing together in a frown as he watched the duel between the two beyblades, unconsciously making appreciative, little 'mmm' noises at the back of his throat from the sweet coolness of the green tea ice cream.
Kai felt something inside him go 'boom'. The next thing he knew, Dranzer was sailing out of the gazebo, and it was only with a quick grab that he managed to catch it in his palm, the metal slapping against his skin, echoing with the sound of Tyson's triumph.
"Yes! YES! ICE CREAM. IIIIIICE CREAM." The twerp had the audacity to dance around pumping his fists into the air and waving his arms like a maniac. "Pay up!"
Kai couldn't believe he'd lost, and for such a stupid reason, against TYSON. It was a phenomenal loss of control and already, it was starting to prod into his mind. He stalked past Tyson and Wyatt without looking at either of them, and made his way to the ice cream stand. He heard Tyson bouncing around behind him, and felt the inquisitive stare from Wyatt.
This loss was unacceptable. It was just, so STUPID.
He gave Tyson his crummy ice cream and fought the urge to smash it in the boy's face. As it was, he had to take back his hand before it was swallowed along with the icy treat. He didn't think people got literally defeated by hormones, but obviously that was entirely possible.
The kiss was starting to replay in his mind again, making him scowl harder. Instead of the shameful way he had ran away, it was the memory of Wyatt's lips that was starting to haunt him. He remembered the sensation of the brief contact to be cloud like, dreamy and just out of reach. It was driving him insane.
Wyatt was starting to get nervous from the angry looks Kai was giving him. He chewed on the stick that was all that remained of the ice cream, wondering what he did to making Kai so furious with him. Maybe it was a delayed reaction and the few minutes they spent together had sent Kai over the edge. While it was probably because Kai had lost it didn't explain why Kai was glaring at him alone.
"Uh." His throat didn't seem to want to work past that syllable.
Tyson was eating his sunday noisily in the background, oblivious to everything except the true love between him and his food.
"I guess, I should head back to school, I mean, they're probably wondering where I went," Wyatt stammered, taking a step in the general direction of 'away'. Before he could take anymore, Kai's hand had formed a vice like grip on his arm. Wyatt started and looked up, wincing at the intensity that was in Kai's eyes, cutting through him like a knife.
"We need to talk."
That... that sounded ominous. Wyatt gulped and wordlessly nodded, stumbling backward as Kai released him.
"You're going already Wyatt?" Tyson said, his mouth full. "Why don't you stay a while, that was just the warm up!"
"No, it's okay. If I go back now I can just make seventh period," Wyatt justified, his eyes possessed by Kai's gaze.
"Alrighty, thanks for the ice cream, even if it was killed by this guy." Tyson gestured to Kai, who was had not broken the eye contact.
"N-no problem," Wyatt said hoarsely, and hastily bid a retreat.
Kai turned a glare toward his rival, silently starting back towards the gazebo. He was more annoyed than usual, suddenly uncomfortable in his own skin, and who better to take out his frustration on than Tyson? The other beyblader probably noticed the vibe that was coming off him, but all it earned Kai was a challenging, careless grin. With a growl, Kai sent Dranzer back into the ring.
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The idea of the talk was shaking Wyatt to bits. The lack of defining when, where or what was causing his mind to spin, making him jumpy and irritated all through the afternoon. In his mind he was seeing the potential for Kai to pop up at any moment, from every shadow or crevice no matter how ridiculous the timing or physical impossibility. It was like the other boy was just lurking out of the corner of his eyesight. Even worse, he didn't know if he was more jumpy because he was afraid or because he wanted to imagine that Kai's eyes were locked on him and thinking… thoughts.
His classmates may have picked up on it, but no one seemed to care enough to comment. The most he'd gotten was a questioning look from Tomo and a slight shake of the head from Kesuke.
Just as well because he was pretty much a wreck of nerves when they finally did corner him when the day ended, and everyone was making use of the school's activities for their short afternoon hours of leisure.
"Something's happened," Kesuke stated, his auburn bangs swinging as he and Tomo rounded on Wyatt in front of the shoe lockers.
Wyatt suddenly resented them quite a bit. They weren't exactly the best of friends and their lack of support over the past two weeks didn't recommend them for him to confide in. He glared at them, and clutched his bag in his hands. "It's none of your business."
"Is this about the last week or so? You didn't look like you wanted to talk about it, so we left you alone." Tomo sidled up behind his friend, completing the wall of interrogation. "And now, we're very concerned. You're shaking like a leaf, and it isn't like you to skip class."
"It isn't drugs is it?" Kesuke helpfully asked.
Wyatt stared at him incredulously, prepared to tell them the only time he'd been off his head was due to a rampaging bit beast that was eating his soul but cut himself off. "No, and if you were so concerned, you should've at least asked."
"We're asking now," Kesuke replied blithely.
"It's still none of your business."
"It's Kai isn't it?" Tomo stated. "He's been scarce this week and even more standoffish than usual. You two get into a fight? Was he cheating on you and sleeping in some other guy's room?"
"What? No!" Wyatt struggled for a moment before hands clamped down on his shoulders. "Let me go!"
"Not until you give us the goods Wyatt."
"Hey."
They froze and as one turned to look at the doorway.
"These two bothering you?"
Kai's eyes were narrowed, glowing with veiled menace. The afternoon sun cast him in shadow, but it was enough to see the war-like triangles on his face and the thin press of his lips. His clothes stuck to him, obviously from exercise, his muscles tense and coiled for action.
Wyatt suddenly realised what this might look like to Kai who no doubt only heard the last sentence or so. Kesuke and Tomo back off wisely, their hands up in the air.
"Kai, uh, hi," Wyatt greeted weakly, the crushing apprehension that had been crippling him all day rushing through his body all at once. His knees and stomach seemed to be planning some kind of mutiny on his body and the idea of 'upright'.
The grey haired boy turned to the other two. "Get out."
Kesuke nodded hastily. "Yep, sure thing, getting out."
Tomo shrugged and muttered under his breath, "We tried." They disappeared into the dormitories silently, walking stiffly.
Wyatt watched as Kai neatly took off his shoes and placed them into his locker, sliding on his indoor shoes in their stead. His heart was thudding a million miles an hour, rolling around his chest like a demented hamster on a wheel. Tomo and Kesuke dropped out of existence.
There was an uncomfortable silence as their eyes locked.
Despite asking to 'talk', Kai had no idea how to do that kind of thing. He wasn't the most communicative person ever and figured Wyatt would lead them into it or something. His hands clenched at his side. He sure as hell knew he didn't want to do it here so the world can see him humiliate himself.
"Let's go to your room."
Wyatt's eyes fluttered wide. He gulped. No witnesses huh? But nodded anyway. "O-okay."
The walk up the stairs and to his room had enough tension to bake a cake with it.
Wyatt shut the door behind him, willing his hands to detach from the knob and his feet to stop their desperate twitching to run away. He heard Kai sit down on his bed and swallowed again, inhaling and exhaling quietly to calm himself. Even so, he kind of wobbled unsteadily to sit down on the opposing lounge chair.
They stared at each other some more.
Wyatt noted that Kai's jaw was growing tenser with every moment passed in silence, and he didn't have enough saliva to swallow anymore as a reaction.
Kai cleared his throat uncomfortably, his fingers digging into Wyatt's comforter. "You like me?"
"I-"
"As a friend," Kai hastily amended.
"Y-"
"Because that was what I meant," Kai paused again, and Wyatt didn't try to answer this time. "Before. When I asked you."
"Oh." Wyatt wished the floor would open up and swallow him and mash him up into blob because that's what he deserved. He'd thought he had just hurt Kai's feelings or something, but apparently, he'd also managed to completely misinterpret and take advantage of Kai's infrequently shown good intentions. Shit. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have presumed-"
"Don't be sorry," Kai interrupted, and Wyatt was amazed to see pink flush across the other guy's cheeks. "It was... it was nice."
Wyatt snapped his mouth closed and tried not to look like a fish.
"I just didn't expect it," Kai concluded lamely.
"I'm sorry," Wyatt repeated, for lack of anything else to say.
Pause. Silence.
"So you like me?" Kai asked again, and the confusion was apparent in his voice. "In that way?"
Guh. Wyatt looked at those red eyes, and couldn't interpret what that meant for the pounding in his ears. He didn't think he could lie anyway, even if it meant it ruined their friendship. "I... yeah. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, and you... I just... like you." The blood rushed to his cheeks and threatened to explode his head.
The silence was unbearable.
Kai fidgeted, and tried to sort out his feelings. "You're distracting. You made me lose today."
Great. Wyatt was a poor excuse for a human being. "I'm sorry."
"Stop apologising." Kai ran a hand through his hair in sheer frustration. "I just wanted to make sure of something."
"Okay," Wyatt said hesitantly.
"Could you..." Kai stopped, looked at him, his eyes willing him to understand without making him say it. Wyatt stared back blankly and nervously. Kai growled softly to himself. "Could you... could you do it again? You know, kissing."
Wyatt couldn't breathe. That was the last thing that he expected to come out of Kai's mouth. He had braced himself to be torn to pieces by the friendship ending speech, have his heart broken by angry words or something along the lines of never seeing or coming in contact with Kai again, because honestly, that's what he deserved.
"What?" He must be hallucinating..
"Argh, don't make me repeat it." Wyatt kept staring at him blankly. Kai bit his lip. "Kissing. You and me. Can we try it again?"
"Oh, okay." Wyatt had no idea what he just agreed to. His brain wasn't working. Agreeing seemed to be the safest answer.
Kai was looking at him expectantly. "I'm no expert, but doesn't that generally involve being a little closer?"
There was just no communication between his body and his brain anymore. Red alert. Wyatt found himself standing in front of Kai, at a loss.
A hand snagged uncertainly on his shirt before forming a good grip and he realised he was being tugged down. Lips that were softer than they had any right to be touched his own, questioning. They rested against his, closed but firm and it took him a while to realise what the hell was happening.
He was kissing Kai.
Kai was kissing him.
His hand flailed and landed on Kai's shoulders, the movement surprising the other boy to open his mouth and suddenly they were really kissing, mouths sliding together slickly, hot and eager, tongues tentatively reaching out to lick each other's lips and finding themselves tasting the other boy and not getting enough of it.
Wyatt felt Kai's hand slide into his hair, tugging him more insistently downwards and he couldn't help the small noise of pleasure as his tongue was being sucked into Kai's hot mouth, careless of the mashing of their noses or the clicking of their teeth. The answering muffled groan that rumbled from Kai's lips seemed to evaporated into him, making Wyatt squeeze his eyes shut and just, hold on as he opened his mouth and incoherently gasped for more. The vowels got lost in the dirty wet, nearly obscene sounds of their mouths rubbing together that somehow managed to be the best thing ever. He was drowning and not getting enough air, too hot and needy to think about anything but the fact that they were Kissing.
Kai pulled back first, panting in small hitching breaths, his eyes gone a dark rusted red.
Wyatt's eyes fluttered open, surprised at the continued grip on his hair, and aware of the other hand circling his hip.
"Oh." Kai's voice was throaty and low and it sent shivers up Wyatt's spine.
"Yeah. You kissed me." Wyatt accused, breathless.
"I didn't expect it to be, uh, like that." Kai blinked, and licked his lips, feeling how sensitive they were. He felt Wyatt's eyes follow his tongue and the heat that accompanied it was surprisingly strong. Kai knew, with a sinking feeling, that he was doomed.
"You like me too?" Wyatt guessed.
Kai nodded, helpless from the knowledge, that yes, he did.
The smile that lit up Wyatt's face settled it. Kai was doomed. Doomed in a way that threatened to consume his soul in way that made him gleefully plunge himself in head first. His brain threatened to turn into goo. He realised Wyatt had straddled his lap somewhere along the way, his body pressed up close and warm against his chest. Kai could feel their heartbeats pound together, fast and mismatched like a rainstorm.
Wyatt's hand came up to cup his cheek, a thumb tracing the edge of a flushed, tinged nearly lavender triangle. He was probably grinning like a loon.
Kai ducked his head a little, unused to having someone smile like that, just for him. His eyes refocused somewhere on Wyatt's collar, suddenly wanting to kiss him again and keep that smile between them forever.
"Can… can I stay here tonight?"
Wyatt felt himself go red. "Kai?"
Kai realised how that might've sounded. "To sleep. I… I like it here. It's quiet."
Wyatt smiled. "Sure." A mischievous look crept over his face. "Plus, if we want to do anything we probably need to move to your room. Dormitory rules afterall."
Kai's eyes widened. Wyatt wasn't implying- "Wha-"
Wyatt laughed and leaned in to kiss him again, firmly, wiping away the questions or any constructive thought at all from Kai's mind.
Instead of dwelling on it, Kai let him.
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The End.
A/N: Collapses.
Thanks to all the reviewers who never gave up, my beta Arleh, who took up the job when Opal finally quit me like a bad drug addiction, and everyone who has gotten this far in the fic. Tell me what you think of this, hate it? Love it? Love to hate it? Does it bring back the nostalgia of beyblade times past when Wyatt was the cutest thing ever and Kai lived to be molested? Too sappy, too cliché, too fixated on metaphor and boy lust? Your thoughts are my food. smile
