A/N: Here's the next chapter! Yay for those who are reading. Obviously the first chapter is good enough to keep you reading, glad you enjoyed! There is almost no resemblance to the second chapter of the past, except for the same plotline of course. So if you're looking for a tagline that you liked SORRY!

Story Warnings: Yaoi, lotsa lemon, a fair bit of stupidity, some (limited) drug use, quite a bit of alcohol use, inappropriate use of FIRE, and much swearing.

Theo's notes: This one, as before is extended and much mroe adult. There's a quick flash of action, and a few more Yaoi overtones, unlike before.As previously mentioned, structure is basically the same, but it's a different story, completely different style. A umourous situation, as opposed to gag style.

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, nakedness, yaoi overtones, a bishie in denial, shot of lemon, alcohol use, severe hangoveredness, and overuse of flashback…

Disclaimer: We don't own beyblades, nor will we ever own beyblades, unless we both suddenly come into quite a bit of money on one of Zuri's hairbraned schemes...

And so, on with the fic!

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What the...?

"What the fuck did I do last night?" The words echoed around the marble bathroom as the Neko investigated his chest which was speckled with bruises, all the way down to his...
"Kami... maybe the correct question is 'who the fuck did I do last night?'" Rei dropped the bathrobe and investigated himself closely, he had scratches on his back, obviously claw marks from fingernails, but apart from that and the massive amounts of hikeys, he was unhurt. He knew the signs, and now it was obvious, he had had some sort of action the night before… what a pity he didn't remember any of it.

Putting further investigation into the happenings of the previous night was put off for the near future in preference for the use of the proudly displayed facilities of this marvellous bathroom. Rei was not too fazed about loosing the past night to alcohol, it had not been the first time, and would definitely not be the last. Standing before the porcelain bowl, he rubbed at the back of his neck, wondering who it was that had scratched and bruised him all up.

Flashback

Teeth painfully sunk into the left side of the black haired Neko's neck, searching for the vein as hands danced lower and lower, caressing shoulders, chest, and then belly. Rei's mind, already fogged by the alcohol, swum further under the intense combination of pain and pleasure, the breathing was hard, as hair managed to cover his face, some lips pressing against his own.

And then, there was a third mouth, on the inside of his right knee, moving up…

End Flashback

It must have been someone, correction, somones enjoying themselves.

The dark haired blader groaned slightly, the image so close to being clear before bubbling away like the shadows of a dream. Sighing slightly and shaking his head, he flushed, did up what he now deemed as 'his' bathrobe and headed back into the bedroom to see if there was something that could clue him as to where he was before he came into contact with the possible other people in the house/hotel.

There were few clues, nothing out of the ordinary in the drawers, in fact, they were practically empty. On the floor there was only a red scarf, a pair of gloves and some combat style boots. Each of these items were strangely familiar to the Neko, as he looked around the room. He walked over and picked up the scarf, as he did, a very recognizable scent floated into his nostrils.

Kai Hiwatari.

Flashback

"Stay and have a drink! We have the good, local stuff. You haven't lived 'till you drink Russian vodka in Russia with Russians speaking Russian." The voice was cocky, almost to the point of being arrogant, but the words were also mildly slurred… the Russian himself had been drinking a little too by the sounds of things.

End Flashback

Of course, Rei could not remember if it was that he had lived or not, because he couldn't remember what had actually happened that night anyway. Well at least now he knew at least one of the culprits. Hopefully Kai was still around, so that the Neko would not be in a place with a whole bunch of strangers.

Next, the hung over blader looked at the gloves, but they were clean, and had no smell besides laundry detergent and Rei's own scent. Not much help, nor did they particularly remind him of anyone specific… though he did once meet someone who wore white gloves… who was it again?
"Whatever. I'm sure I'll find out soon anyway." The Chinese teen muttered, looking to the boots, he barely needed to pick them up before he was overwhelmed by the smell of feet, male hormones and something that said 'I'm human'.

The scent was familiar, but refused to clear in his mind. The alcoholic overtones were strong, and reminded him of vodka, lemon, and something else… something…

Flashback

"Is that what you call a drink?" a mocking Russian accent asked, the face belonging to it inches from clarification. "No… that's not a drink, here have one of these. It'll give you real hallucinations!" A glass was filled, with not one, but two liquids, ice unceremoniously thrown into it, along with something green… chopped herbs? The clinking noise of the ice was loud in the laid back atmosphere of the room, distracting the Neko from further analysis.
"Sure." Rei's own voice answered, smiling cockily. "I can take whatever the hell you guys can throw at me"

End Flashback

Obviously not.

The raven haired teen shook his head, a strange smile on his face at his own stupidity. Never challenge a Russian. Wait; make that never challenge a friend of Kai's, because they would have to be half as crazy as Kai himself to actually be his friend. Rei paled at the thought… what if it was Kai and his friends who…

"Don't think that Kitty. You'll just scare yourself stupid and give yourself a wonderfully hard…" he decided at that point to cut himself off. That wasn't supposed to be said aloud. He was not homosexual, nor did he decide that the idea of Kai and his friends all over him was sexually arousing. Kai was not the one who had given him all of those hickeys and scratches…

The Neko held back a sigh as he thought this.

"Unfortunately."

It was now time to decide his future, was he going to wear the scarf and try to hide the fact that he had giant bruises all over his neck therefore drawing attention to it, or was he going to simply not bother and hope whoever didn't notice? Or option C, just display them with a sheepish grin and try to look as un-hung-over as possible.

C was the best idea.

The bloodshot eyes squinted slightly as his head made a painful throb. Damn he needed to get something to eat, and maybe some painkillers. Walking over to the door with the Falcons on it, he gripped the handle and turned, opening the door and stepping onto thick carpet.

"Keep your fucking voice down Red; you don't want to wake Sleeping Beauty."

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Hee hee, I know that I said I would put the other three into this chapter. But I could not resist waiting. The ending was a bit cliffy, but you know how it is with temptation. Sorry that I put so many flashbacks, but I thought that they would make up for not seeing the other three.

School's finished for the Zuri, so the updates /should/ be faster now. Though I am not going to make too many promises... I have things that I said I'd do in the holidays that I probably should do too.

Anyway, I would love your thoughts, comments, and any suggestions that you can give me. Believe me I'll love you. Though if you flame me, beware, I am prone to explosions of random words in response to that. If you review, try to guess who made which hikey, the bleeding one on the left, the ENORMOUS one on the right, and the many many all over the body were all done by separate people. Tell me who, and you could win a prize.

Hope you enjoyed! See you in the next chapter! Z+T