A/N: Thanks for the feedback. Notice that I boosted the rating? This chapter is mostly smut
Warning: yaoi lemon!
Kai closed the door behind him and set his briefcase on the floor. He listened for a moment; yes, Sano was definitely elsewhere. The boy would've yelled his familiar greeting by now, hearing the door open. Who's there? Me. Oh. And Kai would have trouble not smirking. Who on earth was the teen expecting anyway? He and Tyson were the only ones with a key in the residence in addition to the boy. Kai looked up when Tyson came in the hallway. The pony-tailed man was wearing shorts and a sleeveless top, sweaty and messy from head to toe.
"Ah, the kendo lesson. How was it?" Kai asked, pulling his jacket off and setting it on the hanger. Tyson blew a strand of hair out of his eyes carelessly. Out of his dark, lidded, sultry eyes, Kai suddenly noticed with a twitch. The shorter man halted right in front of his husband and his gaze rolled down sensually.
"Missed my hubby," he murmured, grabbing the tie and sliding his fingers down it suggestively. Kai bit his lower lip, shifting closer.
"You stink," he murmured affectionately. Tyson smiled and his hands slid up around Kai's tense neck.
"I know you love it, you big freak," he mumbled, sending a chill down the Russian's spine. It was true; it reminded him of the fruit of his labour in the bedroom, like prove of his skills to blow Tyson away. Kai's arms curled around Tyson's waist and his lips brushed the dark blue bangs.
"You need to take a shower."
"If you join me."
"Tyson, I'm beat. Haven't eaten anything. I can't just leave all of this. You know I want to get the routine out of the way before relaxing…" Tyson ended his sentence with a soft kiss, which turned deeper and hungrier. Kai broke off, his breath slightly uneven.
"Don't do this, runt. It's not Friday. I need to…" Tyson grabbed the end of his mauve raw silk tie and started pulling him in the kitchen, backwards, his lidded eyes mischievous and determined. Kai couldn't help shivering inside. He was afraid this would end like it always did; with Tyson getting just what he wanted.
"Where's Sano?" he tried to distract.
"Elsewhere," Tyson murmured, not letting it stop him for a second. He pressed Kai against the wall and started undoing his shirt. Kai swallowed; his throat felt dry all of a sudden.
"Didn't the kendo lesson take it out of you?" he asked, groaning when fingers brushed against his nipple, rolling it hard.
"Nope. I feel very… energized," Tyson whispered, getting on his knees. Kai pressed his palms against the wall. His belt fell on the ground and the zipper went down.
"Tyson…"
He groaned and bucked against the hot breath caressing his most sensitive skin. Dark blue eyes looked up wantonly, hands caressing the pale, sculpted hipbones.
"Haven't you missed me?" Tyson breathed against him teasingly, drawing a grunt out of the taller man.
"Can't we at least go to the bedroom? Sano could walk in any m…"
"He won't. He'll come home late," Tyson murmured and pressed a soft kiss down on the length. Kai twitched and bucked spontaneously, stealing a glance around. It had become such routine for them to make love in bed, this just felt too…
"A-aahh!" Kai hissed at the long, slow lick up his shaft, and another and another following. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall as Tyson licked and sucked him up and down, taking him in fully.
"T-Ty… unhh…" he panted, his hand sliding gently into damp, dark locks, massaging the head that bopped back and forth. Tyson's moans drove him wild, knowing how much his husband loved this as well. The Japanese let go and caressed the flush erection with his breath, squeezing the basis with his other hand. Kai was panting hard, casting a lidded look down.
"Tyson…" he groaned, and looking up into auburn eyes, Tyson slid his other hand down to cup his round, soft cheek under the fabric. His own need twitching in his shorts, Tyson started massaging Kai's beautiful, round ass, his mouth sucking on the flush tip slowly. Kai was bucking off the wall, groaning incoherently. The hot tongue swirling around him drove him wild.
"Ty… hnngghh… come on," he groaned. Tyson smiled at the words and pulled the expensive slacks and boxers down, leaving Kai with an open shirt, loose tie and socks. Tyson got up, receiving a displeased growl, and took the sight in. So irresistible, so adorable and sexy at the same time. Kai's face was dark and edgy.
"Don't tease," he grunted.
"Oh so you want it after all? What about the routines?" Kai clashed his lips against Tyson's and pressed him down on the kitchen table, kissing him hard. The younger man exhaled shakily as his shirt and shorts were torn off with haste, giggling slightly. Kai promptly parted his thighs and pushed flush against him, his face hovering an inch above Tyson's.
"You know better than to toy with my patience," he grunted, grinding into Tyson once, demandingly. Tyson's hands slid up around his back and bunched into the white cotton.
"And you shouldn't play hard to get," he murmured teasingly. A hard, deep kiss, and they were panting the same air.
"I didn't," Kai groaned, rubbing himself against Tyson, their erections swelling together. Hands caressed the broad, clad shirt aimlessly. Tyson's eyes slid shut and he leaned back, panting as the friction grew and Kai's mouth suckled his neck and vulnerable throat softly. He let a moan out which he knew Kai understood perfectly; they had grown to read the others' body language over the years. The slate-haired man guided himself between the round, warm globes, and pushed his slick tip against the entrance.
"Tyson," he groaned hoarsely, a clumsy, thick exclamation of lust and desire, pointless and straight from his gut. Tyson grunted in response and bucked, letting out a shaky breath as Kai pushed in and sheathed himself fully inside. Kai started pulling out and pushing back in slowly, without stalling; they needed this too much.
"Faster," Tyson breathed, bucking against the thrusts, and got exactly what he asked for. The sex didn't last long, but it was mind-blowing. Afterwards, Kai lay weak and limp on his love, nuzzling the sweaty chest and neck in mindless bliss. Tyson was just as spent, his arms frozen in a tight hug around the heaving shoulders. They lay there for long, silent minutes, until the damp shirt started to feel uncomfortable against their skin.
"Let's take a shower," Kai murmured hazily, getting up and pulling Tyson along to sit. Another soft, deep kiss.
"Missed you," Tyson murmured affectionately. Kai smirked and pulled him close.
"I can tell."
They sponged and washed each other's backs lovingly in the steamy booth, and it wasn't long till they ended in another round of lovemaking.
The next day
Sano slouched in the kitchen with a sour expression on his normally bright face. Kai was chopping lunch for himself, since he had to be at work a bit later. The teen sat on the edge of the table and glared at is fathers back. A few moments later:
"What is it?" Kai asked without even turning to look, which shouldn't really freak the boy out anymore after all these years, but sure enough, it did. He rubbed his arm in annoyance.
"Do you know what people are saying about you?" he asked. Kai smirked and glanced at him.
"They say a lot of things about me," he reminded.
"Yeah, but the last one is pretty disturbing," Sano said lightly.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" Sano kept his voice light and indifferent.
"Everyone is calling you a pimp. That you're pimping dad," he said. Kai's hands froze, and he turned to look at his son sharply.
"And who's saying that?" he asked. Sano's gaze travelled on the ornaments near to the ceiling.
"People. At school, at stores, at the mall, everyone."
"And why is that?" Kai asked dryly. Sano glared at him.
"Because of dad's kendo lessons! His students go home and have dirty dreams about him and it's happening right in front of your nose and you don't even do anything about it and you're supposed to love him!" he almost yelled to wards the end. Kai gave his son a long, weird look. Sano blushed and looked out the window quickly. Kai leaned against the counter.
"It's normal for people to crush on their teachers," Kai sighed, "And, to be honest, if I went after everyone in this world who was attracted to your father, that would leave… um, no-one." He started chopping vegetables again.
"Well I still think you should make him end his kendo lessons so those rumours stop!" Sano huffed. Kai halted and stared in the air blankly, remembering last night vividly. How Tyson had been when he got home… A blush tinted Kai's cheeks.
"Absolutely not. Teaching kendo is important to your father. It gives him a sense of… er, it's important to him. End of discussion." Sano glared at Kai's back in disbelief. Then he got an idea and flopped on the floor.
"Fine. If it doesn't bother you how those girls make dad touch them everywhere using lame excuses, and how they grope him every lesson. Fiine." He walked out of the kitchen casually, smiling at the sound of the knife dropping on the counter.
In the evening
Kai opened the door to the gym hall and went in. Tyson and a herd of young females turned to him, and everyone's faces lit up.
"Hey. Came to see us practise?" Tyson asked. Kai gave the class a scrutinising look.
"Actually, I'm looking for Sano. Thought I'd play a little ball with him," he said, batting the baseball bat he was holding against his open hand, giving the girls a cool glance. They all looked away quickly. Tyson scratched his head, his brows furrowing in thought.
"Umm… I'm pretty sure he's in his room," he said.
"He's not," Kai said, "I checked. I think he might come home any minute, so I'll just wait for him here. If he arrives from the driveway, I'll see him from here. And I do want to watch your lesson." Tyson beamed and nodded. The girls gave Kai nervous glances as he walked to the window and sat on one of the stools. He was wearing a tight black muscle top, that revealed his perfect physique, and sweatpants, and that bat looked extremely hard and heavy. He fixed his dark, dangerous stare on the students, patting his palm quietly and promisingly against his open palm.
"Okay, let's start!" Tyson announced, and the girls turned to him nervously. None of them was able to concentrate. They all knew, of course, about Kai and Tyson's marriage, and the tabloids claimed the silent Russian could have a real temper. And that he was the jealous type. All hour, the students kept casting nervous glances towards the window. Kai had gotten in 'in boredom' and was practising swinging invisible baseballs. His swings sure looked fast and well targeted…
Next week
Tyson huffed and put the phone down. Kai glanced at him over a book.
"What is it?" he asked. The bluenette frowned.
"I don't get it. Last time half the class got sick at the same time and didn't show, and this time the other half announced they have a funeral to attend in New York. All of them!" he huffed. "I'm loosing all my students!" Kai hid his smirk behind his book quickly. Tyson got up with a heavy sigh and slouched to the window.
"Dammit, I was having so much fun teaching kendo," he mumbled, running his finger along the windowsill. Kai felt a pang of guilt and got up. He walked behind his love and wrapped him in a close, warm hug.
"I'd be more than happy to be your exclusive student," he murmured. Tyson's face brightened up, and he leaned against Kai's broad chest.
"I thought you weren't into it," he said. Kai nuzzled behind the ear tenderly.
"I wasn't, but watching you teach got me interested," he said.
"Cool."
Behind the living room door, Sano straightened up and cast Chi a broad, smug grin. The pink-haired teen looked stunned.
"Your father's a genius," he whispered. Sano nodded nonchalantly, as if hearing this all the time, and started pulling his best friend towards the stairs.
"And dad never realised it was all his doing," the dark-haired teen boasted, taking a step up.
"You think they're going to practise now?" Chi asked. Sano halted and frowned thoughtfully.
"Kendo? Naah. Dad never does it two nights in a row. It's bad for your muscles," he mused. The Neko smiled slyly.
"Who said anything about kendo?" he murmured. Sano stared at him, then the image hit his brain and his other eye twitched violently.
"Duude! EEW! Don't! Do you have to do that!" he groaned. The Chinese pulled the other boy close and sniffed his chest.
"Nightmares? I'll distract you," he purred. They sunk into a deep, sensual kiss there in the dim hallway by the stairs, and just when hands started to roam eagerly under clothing, Sano pulled away.
"You didn't get horny because of the image of them practising, right?" he asked suspiciously. Chi stared at him blankly, then his lips spread into a wicked grin, his fangs flashing in the dark. A shiver ran down Sano's spine, even though he knew his boyfriend was just joking.
"Eww! Hands off me you perv!" He started running up the stairs with his best friend chasing him up to his room.
TBC