Insomnia

By The Eternity Dragon

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Harder to Breathe

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Tyson would have been lying to himself if he had denied the fact that he hadn't enjoyed that kiss, there was no point in denying that he thought, as he stepped out into the vaulted hallway, fiddling pointlessly with the collar of his jacket feeling his breath catch jagged in his chest.

There was no shame in admitting that, to deny the truth caused an inevitable obsession to what you cannot have, he'd learnt that a long time ago. What was nagging at the back of his mind was the continual loop of cause and effect that would probably- most likely- lead to the same conclusion as before- something he was not keen on repeating anytime soon.

The fact was and would always remain, is that he had never quite felt that way about anybody apart from Kai.

It was painful to realise that it took little to no on effort on Kai's part to activate some passionate response in him; it was like flicking some internal switch that seemed to charge the air with electricity. The nights he had spent sleepless, tossing and turning until he couldn't take it any longer, the endless thinking, wanting, needing. He had found several ways of temporarily remedying this, two of which worked on occasion, one which didn't really work but made him tired enough to dreamlessly sleep, the last, the one he was least proud of, the one that showed his darker, brooding, manipulative nature, undoubtedly worked the best. Yet afterwards came endless mouths whispering nothings of truths, deceptions and lies- and the worst thing was that sometimes he enjoyed it too. And that was a pain he had to endure constantly in the back of his mind, until at night when it came back to haunt him again only to repeat the vicious cycle. This out of control feeling was slowly devouring his life, he behaviour, his sleeping patterns, his relationships, and to a certain extent his friends.

It was ridiculous really, he didn't expect anything, and at least he knew that. He wasn't so naïve anymore, something at least to be glad of, but that didn't stop the fact that he shouldn't be here in the first place, especially when there was every reason in the world for him not to be here.

He hadn't quite understood why it was that Tala Valkov had phoned him up in near hysterics the previous morning,

"Will you just talk to him?" Tala had asked in desperation.

"Please, will you just talk to him?"

Tyson, who had been regarding the receiver with suspicion wondering if this was some sort of joke; had said in a clipped response, "I don't really want to have anything to do with Kai Hiwatari thank you."

His own words had stung in his chest but he'd steadily ignored the loud beating of his heart and the deafening throb of the blood rushing in his veins.

"Besides, I'm probably the last person he wants to see right now."

There had been an impregnated pause here stippled with the noise of crisp static, and at long last with some pain in his voice, Tala had said, "You'd just help, I know you would."

Another pause and then, "I can't help in that way."

"What way?" Tyson had asked quickly feeling his stomach clench, frowning as the morning sunlight had streamed in through the kitchen windows spooling across the white tiles.

"Just come." With that Tala had severed the connection, leaving Tyson Granger, glaring at the mouth piece with his deep blue eyes wondering if this was some sort of very unfunny joke, and did he really give a damn if, as Tala said, Kai was in some sort of danger- not eating, talking or whatever it was.

The answer of course had been yes, he did care, and no he couldn't leave it alone, and three he'd spent all of yesterday worrying about it, a sleepless night and then a troubled morning until he'd harassed Hiro into conveying him to the Legacy complex in that interminable black sub, ditching Daichi with Max, Hillary (although she was certainly less than pleased at being stuck with the little red head- lord knows what would have happened if he had told her who it was he was going to see) and Kenny.

Hiro had raised one eyebrow sceptically but hadn't said anything else, sensing perhaps it was more prudent to watch first ask questions later, besides Tyson already suspected that Hiro knew of his less then subtle feelings for Kai, although they'd never openly breached the subject. The topic of the former Blade Breaker team captain was always met with a slight flicker of the eyes and the classic arched brow.

Yes, Hiro knew, Tyson concluded, Hiro had always known, perhaps even before Tyson had known himself- perhaps Tyson had been the last to know as well, to finally realise something in perfect unified happiness and then have your heart broken the very next day.

They stepped silently and awkwardly into a glass reception room, Kai, Tyson noticed was keeping as far away from him as possible, his lavender eyes dark and brooding, lips slightly parted and his pale marble like skin lightly flushed. He recognised that look; it was the same look Kai always wore in a Bey battle when he'd make what Kenny had always referred to as a human pilot error- a simple act based on 'human' desires and fears that often lead to dire consequences.

He was a perfect picture of hostile serenity, the long shadows of the tinted light casting deep shadows across his face as he punched in the security code on one of the barred doors with the sign 'No entry without explicit permission' printed in bold across the top.

The blue eyed youth wondered how it was possible for a person to go from so vulnerable, to a fortress in only a matter of seconds, Kai's eyes were narrowed, feathery lashes fluttering across their slanted width, mouth compressing into a thin line as he looked up at him across the expanse of the room. For a moment neither spoke, Hiwatari's expression changed slightly into its usual more calculating façade, like he was trying to determine something. His eyes flickered briefly from Tyson's eyes to his mouth and then back to his eyes, before performing the same dip and rise again, he leant against the steel of the door and crossed his arms.

"Do you want to go in?" he asked softly, his eyes still narrowed almost as if he suspected something.

"That is why I came." Tentatively he walked towards Kai, his heart jumping into his mouth and forcing himself to remain above all else calm. (As if that was ever going to happen.)

He reached for the door handle, but in one swift tangible movement the lavender eyed youth grabbed him by the forearm, his grip totally unyielding as he pulled him forcefully forwards.Tyson was surprised more then anything else, but instinctively set his hands against Kai's lower chest, his breathing suddenly becoming ragged and constricted, skin crawling beneath Hiwatari's finger tips.

"Do you make a habit of kissing people in situations like that?"

The blue eyed youth blinked, taking into account the humourless smile and the dangerous tilt of the head, and the slight narrowing of the eyes giving them that hooded impenetrable look of turbulent unspoken emotions.

He didn't trust that look, that look spoke of a past memory he'd rather forget, or rather, was unable to forget. And for that same reason it made him unspeakably angry, furious with the repetitive circles, pointless arguments, and endless insults. But enraged the most with himself for being so weak.

"I'll kiss who I like, when I like Kai. I don't need your permission to do that do I?"

A humourless smile twisted itself across his sensual mouth, and the grip tightened slightly, "Who exactly have you been kissing Tyson?"

There was something very promiscuous about that statement that caused a sick swerve of heated guilt to go shooting through Tyson's stomach.

"It's none of your business who I get off with Kai." He hissed his hands curling into fists, nails digging deep into the pale softness of his palms. Damn it, he wished that he would stop looking at him with that half lidded lazy expression- why did it hurt him so much to say these things? Why was it necessary to say them? Why did it matter?

"I guess you're right," Kai said gently, the words loaded with stinging venom, "why would I care what you do with your other numerous lovers? Just don't presume to include me as one of them."

Tyson was well aware of the fact that the blood was rushing to his cheeks, he was well aware of the fact that his had to tilt his head up in order to defiantly stare back at him, fury raging like a hurricane in his chest. How dare he? How dare he say that to him? How many mouths had Kai kissed that weren't his? How many people had Kai slept with that had not been him?

The thought burned its way violently through his consciousness, and he tried to twist himself away from him, eyes gleaming with a sudden defiance of everything sane. It seemed horribly unfair that Kai's grip never slackened, if anything it only served to push them closer together, he was aware of every contour of his body from his broad shoulders to his knees.

"I seem to have made you angry." Tyson thought he could discern the barest hint of malicious laughter in his voice and felt cold fire prickle in his skin.

His pressed his fingered tips into the taught flesh of Kai's collar bone as hard as he possibly could, hating the intimacy of their bodies and yet the coldness of each other's eyes.

He laughed up at him viciously, the same icy smile and narrowed look, "You just hope you'll find someone to do you like I would have done."

The syllables seemed to trickle down his mouth and throat like poison burning flesh red and raw, but Tyson really didn't care, he wanted Kai to feel just as angry as he was feeling right now.

The lavender eyed youth raised one brow coolly, but there was a hint of arctic anger surfacing in the purple depths, "Really?" he said controlled response.

"Yes," the world champion retorted fairly burning with repressed fury, "but I can't imagine anything more hideous then sleeping with you. I pity anyone who has the misfortune of being to object of your love and desires. "

For a panicked moment Tyson really thought Kai was going to do him serious injury; his expression became so hard, eyes burning with a passionate intensity that sent ripples down his own spine, and the grip on his forearm becoming almost unbearable.

"You-know-nothing." Kai Hiwatari wrenched out from between clenched teeth, "You know absolutely nothing of what it would be like."

His mouth came down bruisingly on his own, cutting into the soft flesh behind his lips against his teeth. Tyson was robbed absolutely breathless, arms held down by the vices of Kai's hands, hot swirling emotions bombarded themselves in the pit of his gut. The kiss was totally beyond his control, he felt like a puppet in Kai's hands, ravished- beyond understanding, playing from emotions, he was shaking he realised as slowly, teasingly slowly Kai lifted his head lavender eyes burning with that volatile look.

Silence.

Hiwatari did not immediately relinquish his grip, as though he began to comprehend what it was he had just done; he little by little slackened his grip; "Don't play games you can't win Tyson." He said after what seemed an eternity, and there was some bitterness in the words he spoke as he pushed the blue eyed youth firmly away from him, body rigid, looking down at his hands in a sort of morbid fascination.

"I'd be more careful about being alone with me if I were you. I might try something perfectly hideous, and we'd both regret that."

He opened the door and walked in without saying a word.

The world champion bit his bottom lip, concentrating hard on not stumbling, he felt unsteady, alarmed, and even sick. Had Tyson been able to see Kai clearly as he looked back at him from over his shoulder, he would have seen the look of blinding pain that lingered for a moment in his eyes.

They were totally, utterly, silent.

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I'm too tired to A/N….most of this chapter comes from the Maroon 5 song harder to breathe hence the title…go figure….my poor Ty-chan- you've really been very very bad….why? Mwhuaaaa, there is some validation on what Kai's accusing him on, but that's another plot twist (glomps him) my poor Kai-chan, stop being stubborn. :sigh: No Tala in this, purely TyKa..Or…whatever you want to call this…damn it you two! We all know you just want to get it on- (receives a look from her muse) o..0'

Ga-blah, before I forget, Neko-Anime- Insomnia itself? Just wait and see, wait and see, I promise you I did research the topic before I wrote this- you'll just have to find out later what it is that they're all worried about.

Gah! - Bonfire night…I hate fireworks: hides in the basement with her book: