Disclaimer: Still trying to figure out how to buy the rights to beyblade...

Hello everyone, sorry that this is a little late...I just got a brand new hectic work schedule and I'm working full time! Unfortunately paired with my daughter being in school full-time, my free time doesn't really exist. My days were starting at 7am and go on till 12:00am, and the only reason why I can sit down and type this is because it's summer and I don't need to get up at the butt-crack of dawn...I need to come up with a new writing schedule...Currently in the process of changing careers...I need to have weekends to myself again.

To all of you who have taken the time to check in on me, I love and appreciate you more than words can say!

I'm so glad so many of you enjoyed the last chapter and thought that it was basically a story on its own...I'm hoping to make each one of these chapters roughly that long. Hope you're equally satisfied with this chapter.

Warnings: This whole chapter is basically PWP. For those of you who don't know what that means...this chapter is basically one huge lemon. I hope you enjoy!

Kai found himself nodding off as the corporate leeches around him droned on and on about product sales. It was the usual fight between Korito and Jinko about manufacturing and ordering...Kai was about ready to shoot them both and then himself if it meant he could get out of this awful meeting.

In an attempt to keep his eyes open, he went to take another sip of his coffee, only to taste the last disappointing drops of the bitter liquid. He glanced up at the clock and internally groaned, there was still two whole hours left.

"Look! If we go by last month's sales, we need 20,000 more units! If we only make 5,000, like you are suggesting, then we may lose potential buyers, since it takes 3 months to make a single unit!"

"Yes, but if we go ahead and make 20,000 more units, then its more labour, more money and if they don't sell then we're down 1.2 million dollars!"

Kai rubbed his temples. These guys made Tyson seem like a genius. The dual-haired male gazed out the window to the skyscraper across the street, looking for anything reflecting the sun; silently praying that The Russian Prince would pick this exact moment to have a sniper try to assassinate him. After 10 painful minutes of fighting sleep and the suits grinding on every last one of his nerves, the CEO finally had enough. "Make 10,000 units. If there is more demand, give the buyers a 20% discount for their patience while we make more."

Then men looked at each other, dumbfounded by the simple suggestion. "Yes sir." They sat down, but continued to glare at each other from across the table.

'God, they're worse than Rick and Micheal!' Kai's mind screamed. As the men shuffled through their papers, he silently begged any deity that would listen to have the phone sitting directly in front of him to ring. For Tyson to burst through the door declaring that there was an emergency. For a plane to crash into building across the street. Anything. Anything to get out of this meeting. After a silent two minutes, it became apparent that the gods had decided to forsake him. Oh sure, when he didn't want drama, he was asked to save the world. When he wanted drama, he couldn't even weasel out of a damn meeting. He sighed, "What's next on the agenda?"

"Stocks."

Yeah...fuck that. He wasn't going to sit through that fuckfest without coffee. Discretely pulling out his cellphone out his trouser pocket, he messaged his assistant.

/Coffee: 3 cream, 2 sugar- XXXL. Conference Room D./

Five minutes later, salvation came knocking on the door, and everyone watched as Tyson Kinomiya walked in, pushing the coffee cart.

"Excuse me but this is a private meeting." said Peter Shovekski, one of the finance managers of Tala's team in Russia.

"Yeah, yeah. Chill out dude. Just came in here to give the boss-man his coffee since you geezers are threatening to bore him to death."

A few people at the table chuckled. The teen's bluntness was always refreshing. However Shovekski failed to see the humour. Turning to Kai, he said in heavily accented English, "You should teach your errand-boy more manners, Mr. Hiwatari. In my country, we would not hesitate to terminate such insolence."

The other managers shifted uncomfortably in their seats, looking at their boss in anticipation. Disrespecting Mr. Hiwatari's assistant was a death sentence.

Kai took his liquid heaven from Tyson and took a large sip of the steaming beverage and considered the fate of the rude Slavic. "Shovekski, are we in your country?"

"No."

"Are you in charge of this country?"

"No."

"Are you in charge of this company?"

"No sir."

"Then who I employ is none of your business, is it?"

"...No sir."

With the man firmly put back into his place, Tyson put on a cheery smile. "Does anyone else need a coffee refill?" Everyone raised their cups, including a meek-looking Shovekski.

As Tyson went around the table, Kai took another another sip of his coffee and glared coldly at the Russian manager. No words were needed. Peter Shovekski knew that if he said something out of line again, it would mean his termination.

As Tyson turned to leave, Kai said, "Pull up a chair Kinomiya, you're sit in on this meeting." His eyes darted to Shovekski, who refused to meet his gaze.

Tyson looked at his boss in confusion. "Um...ok." He went to the empty conference room next door and grabbed one of the black director's chairs and wheeled it next to Kai and sat down.

The CEO took a large mouthful of his coffee. "Now what about the stocks?"

About 10 minutes into the meeting, Tyson was holding back his yawns. It was all a bunch of boring blah, blah, blah. The stocks were doing fine, companies were just showing interest in buying shares. His mind drifted to Dragoon. The ancient dragon was regaining his strength, he could feel it. Soon he would be ready to battle and then-

Shivers went up his spine as warm fingertips ran up his outer thigh. He risked glancing up, the heat immediately pooling into his groin when he saw the barest of smirks playing on the Hiwatari's lips. 'So that's why he wanted me here!' A blush dusted his cheeks as he eyed the 20 odd men sitting in the room. Granted, half of them weren't paying attention, some of them clearly playing on their phones underneath the table.

He watched Kai scribble something down on a piece of paper and tilted it so he could look.

'I can stop if you're too chicken Kinomiya.'

Tyson had to hold back a grin. Not like he could be fired if they were caught right? He answered by placing his hand on the growing bulge of Kai's trousers, grinning in satisfaction when he heard his lover inhale sharply. Slowly he palmed the area.

The game was on. Not wanting to be outdone, Kai soundlessly undid the zipper on Tyson's pants and reached inside, surprised when his hand was met with warm flesh, his own dick becoming heavy at the realization that the teen wasn't wearing underwear.

Tyson had trouble biting back his moan when Kai's hand wrapped around his member, as payback he moved his hand into Kai's pants, his fingers skilfully diving into the older's silky black briefs and surrounding the CEO's throbbing erection.

Kai could feel his mind slipping from reality as Tyson gently stroked him, every so often one of his talented fingers caressing his inner thigh. He bit his lip. Tyson was obviously getting him back for last night. He stroked Tyson more vigorously, enjoying the sight of the teen's eyes nearly popping out of his head due to the pleasure.

Tyson used his free hand to grab the leg of the table as a last ditch effort to control his moans. He couldn't decide if he was in heaven or hell! He wanted to moan, he wanted to scream, but any little noise would alert the suits in the room and Kai would be crowned victor of their little game. His lips turned up in a smirk. Kai asked for it...

Kai reached out and snatched the table leg as he felt his boyfriend's fingers teasing his entrance. His breath was caught in his throat and his movements on Tyson's shaft slowed. This wasn't a game anymore. He unwrapped his fingers from the leg and reached for his cellphone.

Fuck this meeting.

Tyson beamed when he read the message Kai was sending to Tala /Stuck in a meeting. Call me now. Come up with something convincing./

Halfway across the world, Tala was lying down, his head was in his boyfriend's lap, when the ringtone "Like A Boss" starting blasting from his phone.

Bryan took his eyes away from the TV and raised an eyebrow. "What could be so important that he actually texts you?"

Tala read the message and chuckled. "He's stuck in a board meeting."

"He should ask Tyson to join him then."

"I'll tell him that." Tala sent off the message as he pressed his cheek into his boyfriend's thigh.

Back in Japan however, Kai was nearing his breaking point. Tyson hadn't stopped his teasing and he was biting the inside of his cheek to hold back his groans. His phone finally vibrated and Tala proved himself to be the most useless person in the world.

/If you're that bored, then bring Tyson into the world to make it more 'fun'./

Good-bye dignity. /I did that. Just fucking call me Ivanov!/

"Oh."

"What?"

"Oh nothing." He grinned. "Something just tells me that mutual hand jobs went way out of hand."

"WHAT?!" Bryan grabbed the iPhone and started snickering. "Yeah. You better save them, before the stupid bastards get caught."

Tala chuckled before pressing the call button.

As soon as he saw Tala's name come up on the screen, Kai turned up the volume on his phone so that everyone could hear the ringtone. "Excuse me Gentlemen." He pressed the green button.

"The Prime Minister is always a good excuse."

Kai schooled his face into one of worry, "Indeed he is."

"Just say that he wants that report on your new product."

Kai narrowed his eyes. "Did you even do that report?"

"Three weeks ago. Now get out of there."

"And don't forget to zip up your flies!" came Bryan's laugh.

"Aright then, I shall prepare everything for his arrival."Kai glanced at Tyson and the bluenette gulped. He may have gone a bit too far.

"Yeah you will." chuckled Tala.

Kai hung up. "Well sorry to cut this meeting short gentlemen, but the Prime Minister is conducting a surprise inspection tomorrow and there's some reports that are still unfinished. We will resume this meeting at 10 am on Monday." This way he could sleep in a bit.

At his words, half of his staff paled. "Yes sir!" As the rushed to throw their papers back into their briefcases, Kai tucked himself back into his trousers, Tyson following suit. They waited till everyone else had left the room before standing up, their bulges as about as inconspicuous as a flamingo at a ball.

They quickly walked down the hallway with their briefcases held awkwardly in front of their crotches. When they finally reached the office, Kai quickly pinned in the access code and all but threw Tyson into the room before firmly locking the door behind them. "You couldn't just stop at a hand-job could you?!" Menacing ruby bore into chocolate.

Tyson was completely unfazed. "Meh, whatever. I got you out of that snooze-fest didn't I? Besides..." He grabbed Kai's hand and placed it on his hard crotch. "...You want this don't you?"

God, Kai didn't know what it was about this cocky son of a bitch. He was wild. Indomitable. And so incredibly aggravating. But still...he wasn't a simple flame that could be blown out. He stepped forward and gently brushed the back of his hand against Tyson's cheek and grazed his thumb along the teen's supple lower lip. "I do want it Tyson. I want you to bend me over my desk and shove your cock into me dry and try to make me scream." He leaned forward and whispered seductively into the smaller's ear, "Unless you think you can't handle it." He nipped the shell of the outer ear.

Tyson shivered. Somehow Kai had turned the tables. Demanding instead of begging. Setting the bar so he had to rise to it...and surpass it. It was a good thing he was just so damn good. "Oh I'll make you scream alright." He ensnared Kai's petal-soft lips and placed his knee between Kai's thighs and gently pressed upwards.

Kai groaned lowly, and the Asian took the opportunity to slip his tongue in, running it along the roof of Kai's mouth, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of Kai's blouse and unbuckled his trousers. The pants hit the floor with a soft jingle. Wrapping an arm around Kai's waist, he pulled him closer, biting his neck and squeezing his firm ass. "Mine." He whispered possessively.

Kai growled. "Seriously Kinomiya, cut the foreplay."

Ignoring his prey, Tyson continued sucking and nipping the milky flesh, loving the way the muscles tensed underneath his finger tips. It was almost funny how turned on Kai was in that moment, and for a single instant he thought about just turning away and leaving the Hiwatari alone and pant-less in the room. But his own need was throbbing. With a final lick on his lover's neck, he quickly spun the elder around and bent him over the black oak desk.

The sudden aggressive behaviour was hot. This possessive side of Tyson made Kai's knees weak. So much passion. So much desire. It made his dick pulsate in anticipation. His heartbeat accelerated as he felt his black, silky briefs being slid off his hips. A moan escaped his lips as he felt the thick, hot, heat between his buttocks. Then, without warning, Tyson pushed himself inside, dry.

Tyson had to reel in his desires as he felt his lover's thick muscles around him and it was painful. He wanted Kai writhing beneath him. He wanted Kai to scream his name. He drew a breath and tried to regain his senses. So good... "Y-You sure you want it dry Kai? I know you get off on pain and all b-"

"Kinomiya!"

One quick snap of the younger's hips and he was buried deep inside, all the way to the hilt. Below him, the Russian was clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, nails digging into his palms. Tyson sighed. Stubborn Phoenix. He bent down and bit the pulse point on Kai's neck, hoping to distract him from the pain, suddenly Kai grounded his hips into his, making his eyes roll into the back of his skull. Tyson's self control shattered. He grabbed his boyfriend's hips and pulled out so just the tip was buried, before slamming himself back in.

Kai's back arched as he gasped and his arms shot out to grab the ends of the desk as he thrust his hips back.

Mind gone blank, Tyson's hips moved of their own accord, hitting Kai's prostate with military precision. He was plowing his Phoenix. into the desk, not giving a damn if the whole building could hear them. He was so far gone, they could come in and watch. He didn't care!

Kai was in euphoria. The pain and pleasure was pushing his body to its limits and he was so lost in the sensations. His fingers gripped the edges of the desk as he tried to prolong his completion. But when warm fingers curled around his sensitive head, the tight heat in his stomach uncoiled and he came violently.

Tyson groaned as he felt Kai's walls clamp around him and his seed shot deep within his lover's body. He lowered his body onto Kai's back, delicately kissing the glowing, white skin. His flaccid penis soon fell out of Kai's crevasse. "Well, how was that?" he asked breathlessly.

"...I'm going to feel your cum leaking out of me all day now."

Tyson chuckled. "If it bugs you that much, next time you can swallow." Placing his arms around the Russian's firm chest, he slowly helped his lover into a standing position, not missing when Kai winced and look a step backward. "Shit. Was I too rough Kai?"

"No. I'm okay." but when the Russian took another step, he inhaled sharply and winced.

"Yeah, like I haven't heard that before." Tyson walked over and pulled out the hide-away bed from the wall. Picking up Kai bridal style, he carried him across the room and gently laid him on the soft mattress.

"I have work to do Kinomiya! I can't just stay in bed all-" The words died in his throat as his boyfriend brought over his laptop and files and placed them next to him.

"You go ahead and be the annoying workaholic and I'll go get us food." He ruffled Kai's hair and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead, causing the CEO's cheeks to redden. As he turned away, he felt a small tug on his arm. He turned to look and was met with a dangerous crimson.

"Next time I'm on top."

Tyson laughed. "Sure, whatever you say Kai." Tyson tucked his white shirt back into his pants and zipped up his fly.

"Hey Tyson." Said man turned and caught whatever Kai just tossed him. His eyes lit up when he realized it was the keys to the Lamborghini. "Don't get pulled over and don't crash it."

"Soooo, I take it that this means you want me to go to that little Chinese shop across town?"

Kai smiled. Tyson knew him so well. "If that waitress hits on you again, tell her you have herpes."

Tyson let out a snort. "I wouldn't be surprised if she has that already. Bye honey-bear!"

"Stop calling me that!"

"Whose the best boyfriend ever?" announced the teen cheerily as he entered the office, however that cheeriness turned to panic when he saw Kai sitting on the bed, with his head in his hands, his fingers massaging his temples. He hurried over to his boyfriend, sat down behind him and pulled Kai down so his head was now on his lap. Gently, he massaged Kai's head, and the Russian relaxed into his boyfriend's strong hands.

After several moments, Tyson softly asked, "Is this because of the shoot-out?" He tucked back the ash-toned hair, inspecting the injury site.

"It won't matter soon." said Kai, flashing his Dranzer blade.

"I should take you to Misa, regardless." He moved to get up, but Kai pulled on his shirt sleeve.

"No. I'm okay."

The bluenette was about to protest, but when he saw the pleading look in those huge, dazzling garnet orbs, all he could do was sigh. "Stubborn Phoenix. Ugh! Fine. But if it hurts in the morning, you're going or I'm sending that picture of you in the maid's outfit to Tala!"

Crimson eyes narrowed dangerously. "You told me you deleted it."

"Um...oops?" Tyson suddenly found himself pinned to the bed as Kai searched his pockets for his phone. "Oh c'mon Kai!"

But Kai wasn't listening as he fished the phone from Tyson's back pocket and unlocked it. He scrolled through Tyson's photos (which were mostly of the cats in adorable positions), until he finally found the one of him, laying on the bed, adorning the wretched costume, completely passed out. His eyebrow raised in question as he realized that Tyson had posed him. Both of his hands were laying on either side of his head, and his legs were positioned in a suggestive manner. He looked incredibly submissive and vulnerable and if he didn't know better, he would've sworn he was a girl. He felt his cheeks begin to heat up. With a quick swipe of his thumb, he deleted all evidence of that night. "There." He looked down at his lover, shocked to see a cocky little smile playing on his lips.

"You can't delete my memories of you riding my dick, Kai."

Kai's blush deepened as he recalled himself indeed riding Tyson, putting on a high pitched voice and calling Tyson "master" as he was fucked senseless. "Well you can't change the fact I de-crowned you!"

"Yeah, and you deflowered me the same night you pedophile."

"Blackmailist."

"Workaholic."

"Free-loading Slacker."

"Old Assfucker."

"Immature Cocksucker."

"You know it!" Tyson said with a wink.

They broke into laughter. What were they fighting about again?

Tyson's stomach growled. "Oh yeah, I got food!" Kai reluctantly let him get out of bed and the teen walked over to the desk and brought back the white take-out boxes and handed him his dinner. They began to eat.

"How's my car?"

"Optimus Prime is fine. I even filled your tank for you." said Tyson handing him his keys.

"Hn." The pair ate in silence.

"So am I rescuing you from your board meeting on Monday too?"

"How are you going to pull that off?"

"Pull the fire alarm."

Kai grinned. "Perfect."

So it's been a long time since I've been up burning the midnight oil. Hopefully this is up to standards. Please leave a review of what you thought of the lemon!