Drabble 5: Irreconcilable Differences

Tyson's fingers skitter across Kai's back. "Oh" he says as Kai's lips brush against his ear.

"So good" he whispers. "Keep going."

Kai presses a kiss on his temple. Tyson makes a high-pitched sound from the back of his throat.

His rival rises onto his hands, eases one of Tyson's legs down and grips onto his thigh as he moves. His other leg up on his shoulder. "I heard you complaining to Hilary earlier," says Kai, his voice decently composed despite the rhythm of his hips. Tyson looks down at him, some clarity returning to his gaze. "No, we cannot cut down on the number of drills per day because if we slow down now, we will lose the upcoming championship."

Tyson pouts. He extracts his leg from Kai's grasp and hikes it up onto his other shoulder. The phoenix-blader smooths his hands up and down his limbs, bringing their hips closer together as he waits for Tyson to respond. "Get rid of the speed runs at least," he negotiates. "I hate those."

Kai leans back over him again. "Nope. Gotta stay in shape."

Tyson slides his hand under his arms to gently hold onto the other boy's waist as they fuck. He's lost in the pleasure for a brief moment before finding his senses once more. He winces, then smiles when Kai moves in a certain way. "Yeah" Tyson bites his lip as he stares at him. "Just like that."

He is rewarded with molten kisses for the praise. Kai maneuvers his legs back around his waist, settling between his thighs. He cups his hands around the sides of Tyson's head when he makes out with him. The dragon-wielder draws away a while later. "Those speed runs are for fitness freaks. We don't need to be jacked up like Hulk to win the tourney."

Kai curls his lip at him, done with his bullshit.

"Please, you are killing me with those."

"Nobody else has as much of a problem with it as you do," he argues.

"Yes they do! They just don't raise the issue with you because they're too scared of you, which is hilarious because there is literally nothing to be scared of with you."

"Really?"

"You are not intimidating, you fool," Tyson scoffs. Kai's eyebrows lift at the insult.

"You're getting brave lately," he notes in an amused tone, his touch ghosting over Tyson's ass. The Dragoon-wielder is unimpressed as he stares at him blandly. A smirk - good-natured enough to be a smile - quirks up one corner of his mouth. He pulls out of him suddenly, and Tyson gets concerned. "What?" he asks in mild alarm. "What's wrong?"

Kai still has the slight smile on his face as he says without meeting his eyes, "Turn around. On your knees. Come on."

Tyson tries to gauge his expression for a second before complying. Kai's breath returns to his ear as he covers his body with his own. Tyson twists his neck around for a kiss. Kai pushes into him while their lips are still locked in bliss. "Mm" he hums pleasantly. "Please get rid of the runs."

A short burst of laughter escapes Kai. It was surprisingly easy to draw smiles and chuckles out of him when they were in his room like this. He was happier than usual when his dick was getting some action. And Tyson was hoping to use that to his advantage but it appeared Kai could see right through his tricks. "No way," he whispers into his neck.

"Why not?"

"Do I have to repeat myself?"

"We won't lose the tournament if we stop training ourselves to death every day, Kai. All the members hate those stupid fucking drills of yours. Why can't you just give in this once?"

Kai tilts his face to his own with his fingers, Tyson's cheeks squishing. Coupled with the serious expression, it brings another smile to the dranzer-wielder's lips. "The answer is no."

Tyson yanks his arm away from his face, turning his sour gaze to the headboard. "'The answer is no,'" he mimicks him in an awful voice and accent.

Kai lets his head drop, his nose nestling in Tyson's hair. "Darling," he calls with mock sincerity and affection, a grin tugging at his mouth. He slows down the pace, going deep once and revelling in the hitch it invokes in Tyson's breathing. He inhales against his hair and a shiver trembles down the dragon-blader's body. "You can bitch and whine all you want, but that trophy's mine," he punctuates his sentences with tantalizing thrusts of his hips. "Either you keep up with me or I leave you for a better team."

Tyson opens his eyes at the softly delivered threat. His arms quiver beneath him. Kai's calloused hands close around his waist. Tyson has an urge to push back even as the threat still echoes in his head. He carefully formulates his reply, as carefully as he is capable of at the moment. Kai trails kisses and hickeys down the side of his neck, touch roaming hungrily around his torso. "You're welcome to leave any time," Tyson says after a moment. "But if you do, you will have to do it for good this time. We won't take you back again."

Kai stills. Then he gathers Tyson up with his hands on his shoulders. They end up in a sitting position on the bed, Tyson's back pressed flush against Kai's front. He lowers his head enough so he can speak directly into his ear. "Out of you and me, who do you think would break first if I walk away?"

Tyson's heart thumps.

The phoenix-blader's fingers descend to his chest, he feels the palpitations of the dragon-wielder's heart against his palm, quick. Agitated. Tyson brushes his hand away but not fast enough. Kai chuckles. "Let's not go there?" he asks. "That's not something we talk about?"

His tone is dangerous. Teetering close to anger. Tyson pulls away from him, till he is sitting with his back resting against the headboard, arms hugged across bent legs to hide his nakedness. Kai appears taken aback, one of his hands still in the air, reaching for him.

Tyson tucks his toes. "You're making this into something bigger. All I asked for is a less intense training scheme. You're blowing this out of proportion."

Kai drapes the blanket over his lap to cover himself as he sits cross-legged facing him. "Being lazy will throw us out of the championship."

"It's not laziness!"

"I can't agree with you."

Tyson juts out his jaw, upset. He considers him for a while. Kai is stubborn. "Fine" he says at last with a sigh. "Go."

Kai's lips part in a silent gasp.

"If you can't trust us, then we can't be a team."

The night ends with Kai slowly trudging back home, his head in a mess, and Tyson curled on the bed, his pillow wet with tears.