Pairings:

Main: KaixTala

Secondary: BorisxTala (non-con)

Warnings: YAOI which is two guys getting extremely intimate with each other. Non-con, i.e. RAPE and possible MPREG which is a male having a baby.

Note: This fic has no real place in time, but it is set before the first season of Bakuten Shoot, and may find its way inside the first World Championship depending on how the story progresses.

Disclaimer: If I owned Bakuten Shoot, I wouldn't be writing fanfics, now would I?

' blah ' – Thoughts

writing in this fashion – Flashbacks or dreams

Responses to reviewers:

kaizgirl1: Thank you for your review. You can expect some "mansex" most likely in chapter four. (Not including the prologue)

Gabz: I feel we will get along well. The punishment lemon is in the chapter.

Abbey Days:

Chapter One

When Tala finally made it to the training room, his teammates were already present and well into their practicing.

He patted his pocket to make sure Wolborg was present before heading towards the launchers. He was nearly there, before a strong hand grabbed his wrist pulled him back harshly.

Tala's back collided with something hard, and he tilted his head back to see Boris standing over him. Tala willed his expression to stay emotionless as he stared at the man who had caused him plenty of grief over the years.

Boris leaned down until his mouth was level with Tala's ear, his warm breath tickling the other's ear.

"Don't think I didn't notice your tardiness," Boris whispered harshly, but only loud enough for the red head to hear. "I expect you to pay me a visit later." The hand on Tala's wrist tightened painfully, before being released. The softening footfalls signaling that the older man was at a relatively safe distance from the ice blader.

Tala released the breath he hadn't realized was contained and continued towards the racks that housed the gun-shaped launchers. He grabbed one, and went to the dishes. A frown crept onto his face as he saw who his first opponent would be.

"Hiwatari," Tala growled low in his throat as he settled Wolborg onto his launcher.

"Ivanov," Kai responded, mimicking the greeting the two stoic Russians shared earlier.

"Whatever, I don't have time for this," Tala glared as he set his launcher in position. Both bladers launched their beyblades concurrently into the air. Gray met navy in a titanic clash as sparks flew from the site of collision.

The blades began to dance around each other, each trying to lure the other into their web so they may end the battle in their favour. Tala's brow knitted, as Kai avoid his blade once again. The red headed blader looked up at the dual haired boy.

He was mildly surprised that he saw fainted traces of mockery and smugness.

'Bastard…' Tala thought. A smug expression of his own painted itself on his face as he got an idea. 'Fine. I'll play with you Kai…'

Kai's eyebrows twitched as Wolborg pulled back sharply from his chase, and turned to go left, drawing out an "L" shape. Dranzer quickly lost speed and turned diagonally to meet the gray blade. Tala smirked.

'Sometimes that arrogant fool is too easy…'

"Wolborg! Pull back!" Tala shouted. The wolf-based blade easily obeyed his master's voice, spinning backwards and out of Dranzer's line of attack. The phoenix blade continued to the slope of the bowl shaped dish.

"Dranzer, do it!" Kai commanded, almost getting into the battle. The bit on the blade glowed fiery red, a beautiful contrast to the navy colour of the blade. Dranzer propelled itself into the air and flipped over so that its base was facing the ground.

Without warning, the phoenix blade came crashing down on Wolborg, causing the other to stop spinning. Tala's brows knitted together. Saying he was unhappy about the lost was an extreme understatement.

Without a word to the victor, he slid into the dish to retrieve his blade, checking it for damage. Finding nothing but the obvious broken pride even in his bit beast, he climbed out of the dish and out of the practice arena.

The other Demolition boys spared him a glance at his departure, but just as soon as they had looked, they returned their attention to their respective matches. When regards to blade matches, it was every man for themselves.

Each must take what came from their defeat on their own. There was nothing known as comradeship among the abbey bladers, so long as Boris and the rest of Biovolt hovered over them, always watching; calculating.

… … …

Tala had only made it so far down the long corridor before he turned and punched the cold stone wall, his hand greatly protesting the abuse. He pounded the wall until his knuckles were discoloured and bleeding.

Slowly, he let his hand slide down the wall, scraping it more, before allowing it to hang limply by his side. His teeth clenched, and a feral growl escaped from his throat as he thought back on the match.

'He was toying with me…' Tala thought bitterly. 'He's always fucking toying with me. If its not blading, he's just being a jackass for the hell of it.'

"You know, running away from a battle is a sign of bad character."

Tala turned around and let his back rest against the wall. It wasn't comfortable, but it was more reliable then letting himself be the sole protector of his balance. He glared at the owner of the snide comment.

"Shut up, Kai. I didn't run away from the battle," Tala defended. He was really starting to get angry with the blue and slate haired teen. The older of the two always seemed to find his way to the place where he was least wanted. I.e. where ever Tala was.

"Oh I'm sorry, you didn't run from the battle," Kai tilted his head upwards slightly, giving him an intimidating air. "You had already lost. My mistake."

Tala lifted himself from the wall and stabbed Kai with a withering glare. It wasn't enough for the other to beat the red head, but he had to be a jerk about it and rub it in his face.

"Yes, Kai I lost," Tala growled. "But what vexes me more is that I managed to lose to an arrogant, self absorbed, total prick, son of a bitch!"

When Kai merely looked at Tala as if he head sprouted an extra head Tala added a, "That would be you" to his previous string of insults.

"Don't blame your loss on me," Kai said in a monotonous voice, regaining his cold demeanor. "It's not my fault that your blading isn't up to par with mine."

"Oh get over yourself Kai," Tala said rolling his eyes and nearly chuckling at the older boy. "I hate you; the whole world will probably manage to hate you. Probably the only two people that like you are yourself and Boris. It's just like I said. You're and arrogant, self-absorbed, son of a bitch."

"You forgot prick," Kai said, smirking as he noticed the small twitch that came from the red head. "And anyway, that's two more people than you have. You don't have anyone Tala."

With the final blow dealt, Kai turned and walked away, leaving the red head angered beyond belief. When the other was out of sight, Tala slammed his still bloody fist against the wall.

"Words cannot express my loathing…Kai Hiwatari…"

… … …

Kai shut the door to his room, and padded over to his bed. Saying that his room was in better condition than Tala's would be an extreme understatement. But having family connections in the higher ups was a bonus.

Though, it's not like he enjoyed the blood relation that he shared with his grandfather, Voltaire.

Kai sat on his bed and thought of the words he had shared with the icy red head. Each had launched verbal diatribes at each other, not caring how much they hurt the other. Well, that was a lie. Both Russians knew pain was what they had been aiming for.

But there was something Kai simply could not understand. The last of Tala's words actually struck a blow. It wasn't a great blow, but nonetheless the discomfort was felt.

"I hate you; the whole world will probably manage to hate you. Probably the only two people that like you are yourself and Boris."

"Do I like myself?" Kai asked quietly, peering over to gaze at his face in the mirror. He smirked. "Of course I do."

… … …

Tala sat in his room with the lights out, letting the dark calm him. His recent run in with Kai was replaying over and over in his mind; tormenting him. He balled up his fist at his side, one wrapped in bandages.

"How does he always get the better of me?" Tala asked himself quietly. "He always has to get the last word and make me feel like crap."

"Feel like crap? My dear Tala, that's what you are."

Tala's head snapped up, startled, and stared at the all too familiar form standing in his doorway. The form strode over to Tala after slowly closing the door. The eerie creak it emitted giving Tala a chill.

"Boris…" Tala whispered softly, unconsciously scooting back on his bed.

"Now what kind of greeting is that? And didn't I tell you to come to me tonight?" Boris demanded harshly, slapping Tala across the face. The younger winced, but did not make a sound. "Oh don't deprive me of your sounds Tala," Boris leaned closer, "You know how much I love to hear you scream."

Tala shivered and placed his hands on Boris' firm chest, urging him to cease the violation of his personal space. The older man, frowned and tightly gripped Tala's wrist, satisfied when he felt them popping his hold.

"Now, now I know you know better," Boris cooed. "Be a good boy and don't make this harder than it needs to be."

Boris ran his hand down Tala's chest, purposefully running his fingertips over the delicate nubs. He stopped at the waste band and began to unfasten them.

"Don't…"

"Silence!" Boris shouted, pushing Tala firmly against the wall. "I see you will have to be punished twice as much."

Slowly, Boris reached behind his back and pulled out a long and slender object. Tala could not see well in the dark, but he had a feeling that anything in Boris' hand was not a good thing.

"Now," Boris began. "I'm feeling a bit lenient tonight, even though you really don't deserve it. I think 50 lashes will be enough, and then I will pound your worthless hide into the mattress."

"If I am so worthless, than why do you keep me here!" Tala shouted, too angry to consider the prospect of more punishment from back talking. "Get rid of me! Kill me! Anything! Anything…to be away from you…"

"You insolent ungrateful brat," Boris spat. He tore open Tala's shirt and pushed him face first into the mattress. "You don't know when to keep your mouth shut." Boris lifted the whip and cracked it down sharply on the other's back.

Tala put his already injured fist in his mouth, biting it hard to keep from crying. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as Boris continued to whip him at an unstable interval; the pain worse as he could not predict when it was coming.

"You cry so easily for death, when those under the same pressure beg for mercy!" The purple haired man shouted and he whipped the younger. "I do not know which is weaker! Begging for mercy or pleading for the cowardice escape of death!"

Tala bit down harder as the words struck him almost as painfully as the sting of the whip. Blood slowly began to trickle from the wounds and slid down his back and sides. He gripped the sheets and arched his back as he was struck more painfully than the other blows.

"I'm going to give you 50 more and I want you to count each and every one," Boris informed him with malice dripping from his voice. "If you do not count loud enough I will have you start over from the beginning. Am I understood?"

Tala nodded.

"I said am I understood!" Boris roared, bringing down the whip with all his rage.

"Yes!" Tala cried, tearing his fist from his mouth. "Yes…I understand…"

"Good. Start counting."

Tala counted each lash, careful to make sure he called them loud enough so he would not have to endure the pain longer than necessary. When the counting was complete to Boris' satisfaction, he pulled down Tala's pants and his own.

"Don't…"

"Have you learned nothing boy?" Boris snapped, slamming himself into Tala's tight, unprepared entrance.

Tala screamed at the disgustingly painful sensation of his tormentor tearing his way into his body; violating him. He gave up his resolve and allowed himself to cry, the tears flooding from his eyes in torrents.

Boris grunted as the feeling of filling the younger gave him sadistic pleasure. He did not wait for the red head to adjust to the pain before he began thrusting in and out. Immediately he adapted to a quick pace as Tala's blood coated his shaft, acting as a lubricant.

Tala cried out and screamed with every painful thrust of the large cock invading his body in the most intimate of areas. He gritted his teeth as Boris reached in front of him and gripped his penis tightly, making Tala cry more.

The red head's eyes were closed tightly as the older man pounded into his torn pathway. He cried openly and yelled out his protests of pain.

With a few more painful thrusts, and one final grunt, Boris came inside Tala. Tala screamed as the thick fluid stung and burned his abused orifice. Boris slid out of Tala, watching with sick amusement as semen and blood seeped freely from the boy.

Boris pulled Tala up to his knees, position his face so it was level with his hardening cock. He pushed Tala's face closer as the weakened boy tried vainly to protest.

"You made a horrible mess," Boris said softly. "Now clean it up."

Tala opened his eyes and slowly took Boris into his mouth. He gagged at his bitter taste of his flesh and semen, and the coppery taste of his own blood. He ran his tongue along all side of the organ; making sure every last trace of cum and blood were gone.

Boris fisted his hands into his hair. Forcefully, he moved Tala's mouth up and down his shaft. Tala choked as the disgusting appendage was shoved deep into his throat. Boris pulled Tala's mouth away as he came again. He made sure that Tala's face was coated in semen, some finding its way into his mouth.

Finally satisfied, Boris let Tala fall into a sticky and bloody heap on this bed. Boris laughed at the image of the red head before him. He was bloody and broken in everyway.

"Now, use this experience as motivation to get your game together and win your way back into my good graces," With that, Boris laughed again before slamming the door. The soft click of the lock fell on deaf ears as Tala slipped into unconsciousness.

… … …

Tala woke up some time later, groggy and in pain. He groaned as he felt stickiness on his face, indicating he had fallen asleep in Boris ejaculation. Carefully, he pried himself from the sullied sheets and kicked them on the floor.

His body ached all over.

Blood and semen was caked to the inside of his thighs and on his entrance. His back was sore from the whipping, and his arms ached from holding himself up as he was raped. He rubbed at his face as the salt from his dried tears flaked off.

"I do not know which is weaker! Begging for mercy or pleading for the cowardice escape of death!"

"It's not weak…" Tala said to himself, fresh tears sliding down his puffy cheeks. "It's intelligent when you know there's no escape but death…"

Tala wiped the tears from his eyes. He did not want to acknowledge that Boris had gotten the best of him; that he had hurt him. He turned his attention to the door as he noticed a few trays had been left there.

'I must have been out for awhile,' Tala decided, counting the number of trays. 'There're three…I know he wouldn't feed me right after so…'

Finally deciding that how long he was out didn't matter Tala rose from the bed, careful not to agitate any of his numerous injuries. He looked at the food with both disgust and hunger and he watched flies and various insects swarm over it.

"You can have it," he said as he grabbed a clean set of clothes and a towel for the showers.

… … …

Kai was on his way from the showers when he saw the icy red head heading towards him. He was going to give him a sardonic greeting, until he noticed the obvious pain and tiredness in his dull blue eyes.

Tala passed without a word or glance and shut the door to the showers. Kai looked down at the ground and noticed a faint trace of red that seemed to outline where the wolf blader had stepped previously.

"Tala?" Kai asked to no one in particular, worry for the boy actually forming. It had been roughly a week since the last time Kai or anyone had seen the red head, and Kai found that rather strange.

Kai let his natural curiosity get the best of him as he pushed open the door to the showers, and slipped in quietly.

… … …

Tala stood under the gentle waterfall of the shower nuzzle. He turned the temperature as high as it was allowed, hoping to burn the skin from his body that Boris hand tainted. He winced as his fist and back stung horrible from the barrage of scalding water.

His hair fell limply around him, going slightly past his shoulders. He grabbed the soap and gingerly lathered his hair and both. Tala allowed himself to scrub harder at the parts of his body that were not already bleeding.

The water turned ice cold, and Tala took this as a sign to get out. He stood under the nuzzle a bit longer to be sure all the suds were gone before he wrapped the towel around his slender waist.

Tala jumped, and barely hid his cry of surprise as he saw Kai for waiting him outside of the stall.

"Hiwatari!" Tala shouted, a mix of shock and anger.

"Ivanov," Kai replied. This was beginning to become their standard greeting.

"Fucking stalker, what do you want?" Tala snapped. He really was not in the mood for any of Kai's bullshit.

"Where have you been?" Kai asked blankly. No worry, no concern, no interest.

"Why do you care? Don't even try to pretend that you worried or want to get along with me. I'm not an idiot Kai, and I'm not in the mood for any of your games," Tala snapped. He spared Kai one final glare before he stormed off.

Kai stared in disbelief after Tala, his eyes trained on the other blader's back.

Where had all those cuts come from?

… … …

Tala made it back to his room and slammed the door behind him, alerting anyone near him that he was not in the mood for human contact. He removed his towel and threw it across the room. He grabbed his black jeans and slid them up his waist.

Walking towards where he left his shirt, Tala passed the mirror and gave his reflection a good, calculating stare. He shook his head and grabbed his shirt. He was half way through the process of getting it on, when Kai barged in.

"Dammit Hiwatari!" Tala snapped. "What the hell is wrong with you! What can't you just leave me alone?"

"What happened to your back?" Kai asked, ignoring all of Tala's questions, and answering with his own. Tala's eyes widen with realization, before quickly returning to cold and emotionless.

"It's none of your business," Tala retorted, keeping his eyes trained carefully on Kai. The slate haired teen was mildly surprised that the other hadn't futilely attempted to deny that his back was marred.

"I didn't ask if it was my business, Tala," Kai informed, getting impatient. He grabbed Tala's shoulder firmly. "I asked you what happened now answer me."

"Answer me!" Boris snapped, giving Tala a sharp kick in the ribs.

"You will be allowed to breathe so long as I want you to, now ANSWER ME!"

Tala's eyes widened before he shoved Kai off of him roughly.

"Get your fucking hands off me! Don't touch me!" Tala yelled, pulling his shirt off the rest of the way and smacking Kai with it.

Kai shielded himself from the cottony attack as Tala continued to whip him with the shirt. Annoyed, Kai quickly grabbed the red head's wrist and pulled him closer.

"Calm down, Tala," Kai said firmly but softly, holding the red head close to him. Tala's pants became shallow as he willed his body to call down. His mind chanting the mantra 'He's not Boris, he won't rape me'

Finally the red head settled down, oddly comforted in Kai's embrace. As if suddenly realizing his situation, Tala pushed away from Kai, and snatched back his shirt.

"It's none of your business," he said with finality, pulling on his shirt. "Now leave…please…"

Kai gave Tala one more inquisitive look before he sighed, and exited the room, oblivious to the musky after scent that still lingered in the room.

… … …

Kai smiled as he ran his hands down Tala's bared chest, stroking the creamy flesh with fondness. The younger beneath him purred in contentment. Tala reached up, and ran his fingers through Kai's spiky mass of hair.

Both were completely naked, and enjoying that fact immensely. Hands wandered, brushing, stroking, petting, and pleasuring anything and everything they could reach. Little moans and mewls came from the younger as Kai's hand lightly brushed against his livening erection.

"Kai…" came Tala's breathy moan. Kai smiled with love in his eyes as he reached down and gently pressed his lips against Tala's. The kiss turned from something sweet and innocent, to lustful and passionate.

Mouths opened and tongues delved into the warm caverns of their partner. Hands fisted in hair, rubbing at the scalp as waves of pleasure rode through their naked bodies. Slowly, the kiss melted away as Kai's mouth moved lower, a larger conquest in mind.

Tala threw back his head and gasped as the wandering mouth found what it was searching for. Unimaginable warmth wrapped engulfed his body as the older of the two continued to send pleasurable sensations through his body.

Moments later, Kai's mouth returned to Tala's and they kissed heatedly again. The unique taste of Tala mingling on both of their mouths; adding a new level of sensuality to their passion.

"Ya tebya lyublyu…" Tala whispered softly. (1)

… … …

Kai's eyes snapped open. He sat up quickly and looked around his bed. It really did no good however, considering he was sitting in the dark. He brow was sweaty and he was left with an uncomfortable aftermath from his strangely erotic dream.

'What the hell was that?" Kai thought, placing his hand on his forehead. He thought back to what had happened earlier. Holding the red head close…the feeling on his chest moving against his…it had felt so right.

And the dream…he felt an odd, foreign sense of euphoria from just imagining the fantasy becoming reality. It couldn't be possible. Kai was not developing feelings for the one he thought he hated.

"I'm not falling in love with Tala…" Kai assured himself. Just yesterday his disliking of the boy was ever present. These circumstances couldn't change because of curiosity and a simple embrace. It wasn't possible.

Was it?

End Chapter One

I'm rather pleased that I made it noticeably longer than the prologue, but I still want the chapters to be a little longer…maybe 5,000 words… As promised, I gave you a punish lemon, and was also a little KaixTala lime. Everyone's happy. There probably won't be a lemon in the next chapter, but maybe a lime.

(1) ya tebya lyublyu means I love you in Russian.

Love it? Hate it? Let me know. I think I'll settle into regular updates starting now. I think…every Sunday should be good. Still looking for a beta…my temporary one isn't the best help as we are always arguing about the story.

Events of next chapter

Tala is avoiding Kai, and Boris. Kai is trying to sort out what he thinks is going on between him and Tala.

First non-dream kiss between Kai and Tala.

Drama ensues.

Other Demolition boys actually have dialogue.

Thanks for reading.