Disclaimer: I do not own beyblade, however I do make good jello shots.

Hello everyone, I apologize for the lateness of this chapter. It was the beginning of the school year, my daughter's birthday, my boyfriend's birthday, and Halloween and on top of all of this, I decided to contact my father after 13 years. Which was amazingly healing. I got a lot of answers I had been searching for. Then we had a roommate move in. Then when I finally had some free time, my computer suddenly stopped connecting to the internet, and RUNNING SO SLOW. So I had to have it sent away to get it fixed. Needed a new hard drive, new wifi chip, new SD card and a thermal pad. Luckily my laptop is still under warranty so it cost me nothing. I did use the computer-less time wisely and did write a few more chapters in Breach.

Now there are a few of you who have expressed interest in donating funds as a thank-you for all the time and energy I've spent writing. I don't really want to post on a website or anything, mostly because I don't want to run the risk of being sued. However, one discreet and safe way I did think of is e-transfer. If you just wanted to e-transfer me money to my e-mail, I'd be ok with that. Whatever you donate will be going directly to buying new pens, paper and notebooks. Anything extra would be put into savings. My goal is to buy a house and have my own office. So then I have the option of working from home and dedicate more time to writing. amanmo3 at yahoo . ca is my e-mail. Use the password "Beyblade".

Now my excuses are done, on with the chapter!

Warnings: Lemon! Smut! Rejoice!

The entire ride home was silent. Kai's sharp eyes kept darting on the side of the roads and up on the rooftops looking for anyone or anything out of place. His paranoia was on overdrive. He felt like his every movement was being monitored.

Tyson saw his boyfriend's erratic behavior and sighed, he chose to just stay quiet and take Kai's free hand and interlock their fingers together, giving silent reassurance.

It wasn't until they were in their driveway and walking up to their door that Tyson decided to finally speak. "Well that was unsettling." He said this as Kai pinned in the key to open their door lock. "Think it was the Russian Prince?"

"Probably. He's cocky enough to try." Kai pushed open the door and made a beeline for the kitchen. He needed a drink. A strong drink. He opened up the shelf above the fridge and pulled out a two-six of premium Russian vodka and 2 shot glasses.

Tyson pulled up a chair and sat down at the kitchen table. "What are we gonna do?"

Kai poured the vodka into one of the glasses and slid it over to his partner. "Drink."

Tyson sighed and waited till Kai poured himself a drink took a seat. The clinked their glasses together and downed the shots at the same time, trying not to grimace at the taste.

Kai banged his glass on the table, the sound startling Tyson. "Fuck the Prince!"

"Kai?"

"He blew up my car. Set fire to my building. Made me think I killed my father. Has kidnapped me. Has kidnapped you and nearly killed us too many fucking times to count! When I finally meet that son of a bitch face to face, I'm going to make him regret his birth!" The last part came out as a growl.

Tyson blinked. "Are you okay Kai?"

"I'm not going to be okay until that fucker is behind bars Tyson." Kai refilled their glasses and they took another shot.

"So what are we going to do?"

"The police are studying the bomb that was under my car and when forensics figures out how it was made, we might have a better idea of who we're dealing with."

"So you're waiting for him to fuck up?"

"He's cocky. So I know he will." Kai downed another shot. "He'll leave a fingerprint. A hair. A notebook. And when he does, we'll be ready."

Tyson crossed his arms and looked down. "Yeah, but what keeps going through my mind is why anyone would go through this much trouble to create a fake alias? I mean we can't get anything from this guy! Plus, "The Russian Prince" is a lame name. If I wanted to conceal my identity and spread fear, I'd call myself "Your Worst Nightmare." Y'know?"

"That's it!" Kai jumped from his chair and sprinted across the room and pulled out his laptop from his carrying case and all but slammed it on the table, typing furiously.

"What? Was my villain name just that sweet?" asked Tyson with a grin.|

"No. You said something intelligent for once."

Tyson rolled his eyes. "Oh jeez. Love you too." Getting over his annoyance, he asked, "So...what did I say that was so smart?"

"Why someone would go through all the trouble to cover their tracks? The answer is they wouldn't unless they have a record."

"So any ideas why the name is so lame then? Or why they just wouldn't use someone else's?"

"That could be a title, a message or a clue to their motives."

"So the guy wants to be Prince of Russia? Someone should probably tell them their like 100 years too late." Snorted the teen.

Kai let out an aggravated sigh. "You're missing the point Tyson."

Curious Tyson got out of his seat and peered over Kai's shoulder to see what exactly his boyfriend was doing. He was surprised to see another language on the screen. Then he saw the logo. "Woah. You're in the Russian Police Database?!"

"Yeah."

"How?!"

"Tala has connections."

Tyson let out a low whistle. "Go Tala."

Kai typed "Russian Prince" into the search engine and one result came up. He clicked on the folder. A report came up with a list of crimes that police suspected that the Russian Prince was tied to. Most of them dating after Voltaire had been put in prison. There were files from Russia, Japan, England and America, making him an internationally wanted criminal. There were a few files from Interpol relating to child trafficking, child pornography and sex trafficking.

"Wow. Imagining being a big enough douche bag that Interpol wants you." came Tyson's sassy remark.

Kai scrolled down to a file labeled "What we know so far." and clicked it.

"Criminal Mastermind, Russian Prince is practically a ghost. He communicates through the untraceable email RussianPrince15031917 on a variety of domains to communicate with his followers. As of right now, there is very little evidence to suggest this is the work of one person or a group of people. All operations carried out by Russian Prince have been executed with precision, which may suggest he may have a military background.

Many of the men that we've incarcerated

who were following the Russian Prince's orders thought they were working for legit companies called "Biovolt". it's sister company "Tovi Lob" or most recently the company "LiBovot" and had no idea that the orders that were carrying out were assisting in the aid of child trafficking and child sex industry.

The ones who did know about the true nature of these missions have been associated with Biovolt's "Super Soldier" program, and have been

part of the Biovolt organization since they were small. Most of these people are young men who are no older than 25, when asked why, they stated that The Russian Prince promised them power and wealth and they were helping to create a new world order after they trained the victims or "new recruits" to obey.

Even after torture methods, it seems that these men have no idea of who the Russian Prince actually is. Many of them thought it was Biovolt's CEO, Voltaire Hiwatari, somehow giving orders from prison. However, after putting Hiwatari in Solitary for a month, it proved at this theory was false. Others have thought that the orders were coming from Hiwatari's right hand man, Boris Balkov. However, Balkov has been in and out of solitary confinement for the past year and therefore impossible for him to be a suspect.

With no other suspects, the question still remains "Who is The Russian Prince and what are his true motives?"

"So they basically have a whole lot of nothing." said Tyson when Kai finished reading.

"Basically. They did mention that they suspect that he has been in the military though, which might be the reason why he refuses to show his face."

"Yeah, but you don't have a military record and could probably run things just as smoothly as the prince."

"I was trained at the abbey though."

"My point exactly! Just hear me out Kai." Kai spun around and looked at his partner directly in the eye, showing that Tyson had his full attention for whatever cooky idea the teen's brain had come up with.

"We read in the report that the big fish tended to be adult under the age of 25, and have been with Biovolt since they were kids right? Well, what if one of those kids just got messed up enough to come up some weird justification for everything that Biovolt had put him through?"

"Or decide to take their revenge out on the wrong people." came Kai's gruff reply.

"Yeah, that too. I mean everything was happening because of the money that came in from Hiwatari Enterprises right? So maybe their trying to destroy the company?"

"That doesn't explain why they're targeting me though. If they wanted to destroy the company, why would they put a bomb in my car instead of hiding it in the building?"

"I don't know…less cameras?"

Kai sighed and took another shot of vodka. The alcohol was slowly killing his headache. "Whatever. I'll look into it in the morning."

Tyson perked up. "You will?"

"Its the best lead we have." He said honestly. They finally had a place to look. He couldn't imagine why any one of the orphans would want to traffic kids after their horrific childhood, but it was possible that Boris had fucked them up enough that they had found some kind of justification. But for now..."Take off your shirt."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because I need to check the wounds you got earlier, dumbass."

"Oh. Right." Tyson removed his jacket revealing his blood-stained yellow wife beater. When he lifted his shirt, there were several partially healed angry gashes across his back. Kai sighed and retrieved the medical kit from the downstairs bathroom and ripped open a roll of gauze.

"C'mon it's not that bad!" protested Tyson.

"Zip it." But the tone lacked the bite it usually had and Tyson relaxed. It wasn't that bad. Kai was just being Kai. He could complain until he was blue in the face (and he had in the past) but Kai was just doing his job. His train of thought was interrupted by a painful burning across his wounds. He let out a low hiss.

"Whimp."

"Am not!"

"Whatever." He passed Tyson the bottle of vodka and demanded him to drink. Tyson obeyed. Carefully he poured the anti-septic on another open wound, the bluenette let out another sound of discomfort. He sped up his movements, trying to cause his lover as little pain as possible. When he was done cleaning out the cuts, he took the gauze and started to wrap it around Tyson's taut chest and back. When he was done, he wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and places a small kiss on his neck.

The Asian relaxed in his boyfriend's strong arms and closed his eyes. It was tender moments like this that made him believe that he and Kai could make it through everything and come out stronger on the other side.

He let out a low moan as Kai's hot mouth began moving up his neck, making goosebumps appear on his skin and something stir beneath his jeans. "Kai, what are you doing?" he moaned.

The Russian pressed his lips against his ear. "I told you. Tonight you're riding me." He thrusted his hips against Tyson's backside.

"I thought you said that I was sleeping on the couch." Kai responding by nipping at the teen's ear lope and slowing began grinding his hips against Tyson's ass. "Oh yeah...I forgot. Vodka makes you horny as hell-ah!" his words became a strangled gasp as Kai tweaked his sensitive nipples over the gauze.

The dual-haired male wasn't satisfied yet. He found Tyson's pulse point on his neck and kissed it before sucking and biting it lightly. Tyson turned into putty.

With the amount of stimulation Kai was giving him, he could turn on a eunuch! He wanted to fight it, find a way to turn the tables and be the one to leave Kai breathless, but his body wasn't listening to him. His skin burned in delight wherever the elder to touched. He could feel his member trying to rip a hole through his jeans! Then it dawned on him. How long had it been since Kai touched him like this? Voltaire's release and the Russian Prince had occupied their minds for weeks now.

His body was demanding this. He let himself give in.

Kai felt Tyson's shoulder's relax, silently giving him permission to do anything he damn well pleased. He bit down on the younger's pulse point HARD, and the bronzed skinned teen's body arched, the other's backside backing into his fully erect cock, forcing a growl from deep within his throat.

Fuck the bedroom. He was taking Tyson now.

Tyson moaned when he felt Kai's warm fingers ghost down his bare sides, before they hooked themselves on the hem of his white jeans. Automatically his own fingers deftly undid his red belt and unsnapped the top button. The ivory fingers kept inching his pants down, Kai's lips never leaving his skin, until at last the trousers hit the floor. Tyson was now stark naked in the middle of the kitchen.

Kai quickly coated his fingers in saliva and bent Tyson over the wooden kitchen table. Carefully he inserted one of the digits into the bluenette's entrance. The younger groaned in pleasure and rolled his hips back, signally he was ready for more. The second finger soon disappeared within the curves of the taut body. Bending his fingers ever so slightly, he made the teenager let out a gasp of pure pleasure. The older male continued to mercilessly tease that spot as he unzipped his fly with his free hand.

Tyson whined at the loss when the digits removed themselves, but he suddenly felt his body be picked up and whipped around. He gave his lover a questioning look, before Kai lowered them to the floor, positioning them so now Tyson was straddling him.

Tyson's cheeks grew dark as he realized what Kai was suggesting. "We have blinds open ya know!"

"Then be sure to give them a show, Dragon"

The nickname sent shivers up the teen's spine. He looked into Kai's hooded scarlet eyes that were only demanding one thing from him. Fuck me.He could feel the cool breeze drifting in. There was at least one open window on the main floor. And there was no way we was going to let Kai get away with this with his reputation intact.

The mischievous glint in Tyson's eye was Kai's only warning before wet heat engulfed him. His eyes widened into pin pricks as his body was thrown into pure bliss. Just as he was able to grasp his sanity, Tyson did the thing.

The "Dragon Dance" was when Tyson would grasp the head of Kai's cock with his hand and such on it, moving his hand and mouth in unison, while cupping and ever so gently fondling the elder's sac.

Kai scream. His control shattered. His fingernails fruitless scraped against the black tiled floor as his body arched at an inhuman angle.

Positive that every neighbor within a 3 block radius had heard Kai's sanity breaking, Tyson released the cock and quickly positioned it at his entrance before slowly sliding it in.

Kai moaned as he felt the molten he grasp and massage his dick. "Asshole."

Tyson smirked. "You're my bitch now."

The worst part was Kai couldn't even argue. Tyson had him on the edge of completion and was going so slow that he had no choice but be subject to this perfect hell.

He remembered the ecstasy that Boris used to drug him with, and this felt 10 times better than that. He was at Tyson's complete mercy, his throat letting out loud whimpers and moans that were getting louder and louder with each thrust.

Every sound was like candy to Tyson's ears. Kai's face was priceless. He wished he had a camera to record every second of Kai's torture. But if he stopped now to get one, Kai would no doubt grab him and pound his ass into the floor. He wanted to prolong his boyfriend's torture, but he could feel the heat starting to coil within his stomach. He was running out of time.

Kai could feel his soul trying to leave his body when Tyson's hips started moving at a wickedly fast pace. He couldn't think through the pleasure! He could hear his high pitched voice reverberating off of the walls and he no longer gave a damn! He realized Tyson wasn't going deep enough and he snapped his hips upward and heard Tyson give a strangled gasp before stopping his movements to catch his breath. At first he worried if he had seriously hurt his lover, but seeing those mahogany eyes clouded over with lust. He could feel himself smirking as he asked. "What? Too much for you?"

"You wish." But Tyson was shaking, his body trying to recover from having it's prostate slammed so unexpectedly.

"You sure?" asked Kai, snapping his hips up again, making Tyson scream in pleasure. The Russian grinned wickedly. He was back in control. He thrusted up before Tyson could recover, and continued the quick and brutal pace.

Tyson was losing his mind. Everything was so intense! Positioned like this, Kai's dick had a straight shot to his prostate and it went so much deeper. His body couldn't keep up with Kai's thrusts and soon his body could do nothing but accept the blissful assault.

He felt Tyson's entrance become just slightly looser as the teen gave in and he knew that he had won. His hands slid up the sun-kissed torso and pinched and rolled the little dark nubs underneath the gauze.

Tyson felt what was left of his sanity snap and his body started moving on its own, meeting Kai's powerful thrusts. The pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in his groin with each passing second.

Tyson was animalistic, his body was reacting purely on instinct, wanting nothing more than final completion. And to Kai, it was utterly captivating. The way he was letting himself go, his hips meeting his in perfect harmony. They were equals, in power, passion and in love. Reaching up, Kai grasped the black hair-tie and gently yanked it out, the midnight hair became free and cascaded down the muscled body. Kai watched as Tyson rode him, his hips and hair bouncing up and down, his body glistening with sweat and his head was back in pure ecstasy.

Tyson was completely his. Forever.

Overcome with emotion, Kai reached up and pulled Tyson's face down to meet his. Their lips locked in a heated, passionate kiss, the sensation sent them both over the edge, and they came at the same time with a cry. Tyson's essence drenched their chests.

The two lay there kissing each other for a long time. Their tongues dancing, their hands caressing each other's heated skin. They were completely lost in each other as they came down from their highs. After 10 minutes their eyes finally met.

"I don't want to get up." Whispered Tyson. "But I'm cold."

"Try laying on the hard tile."

"Well whose idea was that?"

"Maybe I shouldn't tell you my next bad idea."

"Awww, but I gotta know it now." Tyson pouted.

"You. Me. In the shower. After that I'm going to pick you up and throw you onto the bed and make you forget your name."

Tyson grinned. "I think that's the best idea you've ever had." He gave his lover a kiss, then looked up, sweat dropping when he saw their small army of cats. "Um, Kai." He pointed.

The dual haired man rolled over to see the clowder. "Fucking fuzzy perverts, shoo!" He growled, scaring the cats to scamper off, their little claws clicking against the tile. Kai rubbed his temples. "Is it too late to put them up for adoption."

"Not if you don't want to be single."

The Hiwatari glowered at the bluenette. "Don't tempt me."

Tyson just smiled a goofy grin before bolting upwards and dashing towards the staircase. "Last one in the shower gives the first blow job!"

Kai sighed but a small smile etched it's way onto his kiss-swollen lips. Right now he had everything he had ever wanted. He just wished someone would stop trying to take it all away.

Hope you guys enjoyed the lemon. This fic is riddled with them and that's not stopping anytime soon! Please leave a review!