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So back for another chapter! Came home, passed out for 4 hours with my munchkin, woke up at 8:30. So now she's watching Caillou and I'm trying desperately to ignore it. Hardest part about parenting, is all the mind-numbing kid shows... Little A Granger, Tyka's Flower, adbhut, Angel Devastation and chibiduo, thank-you are for all the kind reviews! You guys keep me going!

WARNINGS: Gets pretty steamy at the end of this chapter...you're welcome.


Kai was acutely aware of the attention he was receiving being parked outside Tyson's school. Class had been let out 10 minutes ago and several students were eyeing him and his expensive car curiously. Tapping the steering wheel impatiently, ruby eyes searched through the crowd of people for the happy-go-lucky teen. Soon enough Tyson emerged from the school doors and ran to his vehicle. "Sorry, teacher tried to put me on cleaning duty, but Hilary bailed me out. Class was like slow torture today!"

"Hn." The time was 3:30pm, the meeting wasn't until 5:00pm anyways. He pulled away from the curb and drove into traffic.

A low growl resonated throughout the car. "Can we stop for food?" whined Tyson.

"Whatever." Kai acted annoyed, but it was his plan all along, 5 years of friendship had taught him Tyson's stomach was never to be ignored, that, and his head was pounding. He needed his 4pm caffeine fix that Tyson had got him accustomed to. He pulled up to a local coffee shop and a waitress sat them down at a table. Tyson politely took off his hat once they were seated, and Kai had to stop himself from staring...with his hair down Tyson looked just looked so much cuter and more innocent. When the waitress returned with menus, he quickly pretended to look like he was trying to figure out what he was going to eat, all the while sneaking glances.

He heard giggling beside them, and his attention turned to the group of girls who were quite obviously checking Tyson out. He narrowed his eyes and proceeded to glare them down, unbeknownst to him, Tyson was doing the same thing. Their identical icy glares were enough to make the girls change to a table on the other side of the restaurant, and both of them hid their smirks of satisfaction behind their menus.

Soon their waitress returned. "Can I take your orders?" she asked politely.

"I'll have grapefruit juice and I'll try your dedicate chocolate, cherry delight and strawberry cheesecake." the waitress wrote down the order and looked at Kai.

"Strawberry cheesecake with and mint chocolate ice coffee." he said dismissively.

"Alright, I'll be back with your orders gentlemen."

"So any tips for when I meet the Prime Minister?"

The older lifted an eyebrow. "Are you actually worried?"

"No!" Tyson folded his arms, "I'm the World Champ! What do I gotta be afraid of? It's just..." he looked down, "What if something happens and I can't stop it?" his voice dropped to just above a whisper. "I was barely able to reach Brooklyn, the little kid who just wanted a friend. That battle was so intense. What if someone more talented than Brooklyn comes along and they're worse than Boris?"

Kai sighed. Why Tyson tried to save the world by himself, he will never know. "The only thing that matters here is that you would've tried your damnedest. If a blader like that ever came along, we would just mop the floor with him or die trying."

"Heh, suppose you're right. Thanks Kai." he smiled brightly and Kai's heart beat faster.

"Hn. Someone has to talk sense into you."

The waitress arrived with their drinks and desserts and Tyson immediately returned to his cheery self with the first bite.


Kai brought Tyson to a small circular room, with a small coffee table in the centre where the Prime Minister was waiting.

"Hello Mr. Prime Minister, sir. I understand that you requested for me?" asked Tyson, giving a respectful low bow.

"Ah, Mr. Kinomiya. Yes, I was hoping to talk to you about this country's national security. Please, take a seat." The both sat down at the table, while Kai just leaned up against one of the walls, watching silently with sharp eyes. "Tea? Juice? I'm sure Mr. Hiwatari could fetch you something."

Kai's eyebrow twitched in irritation. He wasn't anyone's butler.

Tyson glanced at Kai cautiously. Nobody told Kai Hiwatari what to do, didn't matter if it was the fucking Queen of England. He could totally seeing the moody male looking them in the eye and calmly telling them to go fuck themselves. "Um, I just ate. So what can I help you with?"

"How can I obtain a bitbeast?"

Tyson sighed. "I don't know. All of ours just chose us. And even if you did somehow obtain one, there's no guarantee that it will obey you."

"So how can I defend my country from them?"

"You just leave that to me! As the World Champion and owner of one of the world's most powerful bitbeasts, it's up to me to not only defend Japan, but the entire world."

"My, my. You seem quite passionate. Would you agree to a demonstration?"

"Sure."

The Prime Minister snapped his fingers and men in black stepped out from the shadows. "I hope you don't mind Mr. Hiwatari, but while you were gone, I invited some of my men. One hundred of my own bladers! None of them have a bitbeast of course, I want to see how they fair against our fearless World Champion."

Kai was livid. "This is an assault, not a demonstration!"

"By all means join him Mr. Hiwatari."

Just as he was about to pull out his blade, Tyson's voice stopped him. "Heh. I was itching for a good fight." he watched the boy rub his nose and ready his blade. His posture radiated confidence, but it was the determined fire in his eyes that made Kai relax completely. He knew that look, it meant Tyson was ready to lay it all out on the line, there was no holding back. Tyson was going to win.

"Watch carefully Akira, you're about to see why he is a chosen one."

Tyson started the countdown. "3...2...1! LET IT RIP!"

Dozens of black blades were released and beyblades bounced and spun all over the room, surrounding Dragoon and Tyson, but before any of them made contact, Tyson unleashed his attack. "Turbo-Galaxy TWISTER!"

One third of the blades were blown away, some of them knocking out other blades due to the hurricane force winds and the Great Blue Dragon revealed itself.

"Is that a bitbeast?!" the Prime Minister yelled over the wind.

"Go DRAGOON!" shouted Tyson, his blade picked up speed and circled around the room, taking down all other blades in its path, tearing them to pieces, until Dragoon was the last blade spinning in the room. "How was that?" asked the teenager.

"Hahahahaha! Excellent!" commended the Prime Minister, before his face turned into a dark sneer. "Again."

"Wha-" Tyson looked around the room helplessly as the men released more blades. He and Dragoon jumped out of the way before they were hit and a new battle began. Tyson and Dragoon combined their powers and released an even larger tornado. When the dust settled, Dragoon was left spinning, but Tyson's clothes were torn and he was panting heavily. He sent a challenging glare at the Prime Minister. "Is...that...all...you've got?"

Akira grinned. "Not even close. Again men!" The men reloaded their launchers and once again Tyson and Dragoon were in the centre of the chaos.

Kai watched as blade cut open Tyson's cheek- They were going to send him to the hospital at this rate! "Enough Akira!"

"But we need to see the full limits of his power." the official said, grinning manically.

Everything in the room suddenly came to a stop. The blades stopped spinning. The winds died. A pin drop could be heard as Kai had loaded his launcher and aimed it at the Prime Minister's throat. "What are you doing Hiwatari?"

The Russian's voice was low, so no one but Akira could hear. "Kinomiya may put himself in front of a thousand blades to save the world, but I would put myself in front of a thousand blades just to save him."

"You're making a mistake Hiwatari! I can ruin you!"

"Ha! Don't make me laugh! My company supplies over half of your weapons." he glared. "Call. Off. Your. Bladers."

Everything was tense as the men glared each other down. The Prime Minister's features went soft and he broke into a genuine smile. "Ok, enough games. I think I can trust you both." the men in the room put away their launchers and Kai lowered his own and Tyson caught Dragoon and walked over to them.

"Mind games? What the hell is going on?" the baseball-capped teen demanded.

"Regarding the tournament Mr. Hiwatari is hosting, there is word that several known criminals are recruiting bladers to enter. Since one of these criminals was an employee of Hiwatari Enterprises, we were under suspicion that Hiwatari created the tournament to launch a terrorist attack."

"That's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard! Kai would never do something like that!" came Tyson's outburst.

"Which criminals?" asked the CEO calmly.

"Boris Balkov, Sierra Gideon, Jean-Paul Barthez and a woman known simply as Dr. K."

Kai and Tyson tensed. "Great. All of our enemies have joined forces."

"You know these people?"

"Yeah, and they don't like us very much." said Tyson.

"Well these people are wanted in several countries. I want them deported!"

"Do you really think that they will be dumb enough to show their faces?" snapped Kai, effectively silencing the Prime Minister.

"Sir, just leave this to us." said Tyson.

"But you are just kids!" protested Akira.

"You can work with Stanley Dickenson, Head Chairman of the BBA and one of the new directors of Hiwatari Enterprises, as the BBA handles all legal matters with this tournament." said Kai dismissively, turning on his heels and leaving the room, Tyson following closely, leaving the Prime Minister in a stunned silence.


As soon as they were in Kai's office, Tyson punched the nearest wall. "Arg! Won't those psychopaths give us a break?!"

"Screaming about it won't change anything." but on the inside Kai was seething just as much. Nothing would satisfy him more than watching the light leave Boris' eyes.

"So what are we supposed to do?! Sit and do nothing?" Tyson snapped, he and Kai looked at each other for a moment, expression unguarded, their eyes relaying all their inner thoughts and turmoils.

"You finish school, and then we train."

"Fine." The bluenette laid down on the couch, facing the ceiling. "Were you really going to launch Dranzer at him?"

"What I do is my business." he turned away.

The teenager sighed. "Yeah, yeah." Seconds later light snores could be heard and Kai's features softened. He battle had really worn him out. Glancing at the clock, Kai decided there was little point in dropping off Tyson or even going home for that matter (Tyson was too hard to wake and there was no way he'd risk his reputation as the cold, hard-ass boss, just to pick up the boy and carry him out his car), so his only option was to stay here. Remembering that Tyson liked to check-in with his grandfather, he took Tyson's phone (that unsurprisingly didn't have a password), found his grandfather's contact and typed: /Staying at Kai's/ . Just as he was about to turn off the phone, Tala's number caught his eye.

Looking through their exchange earlier in the day made a smile tug at his lips. Tyson sounded really happy, Somewhere deep inside for an inexplicable reason, Kai felt happy that Tyson felt like he could talk to Tala and Tala would talk back and give helpful advice, and not be the giant tool he could be. He slipped the phone back in Tyson's pocket and brushed back a lock of hair from Tyson's face.

He now had a dilemma. The couch wasn't big enough for both of them, but he did have a wall that folded out into a bed. Falling asleep on the couch or cuddling to share body heat was one thing, but picking up the boy and placing him into his bed was something else entirely. There was this invisible line between friendship and romance and the Russian had no idea where it was!

Deciding to be safe rather than sorry, the slate-hared man pulled out his secret bed and stripped himself to his black briefs and collapsed into the soft comforts of his mattress, sleep instantly taking over.


Tyson awoke hours later, and realized he was still in his friend's office. Seeing how dark it was, he panicked and pulled out his cell to text his grandfather, only to discover an unread message from him saying: /No worries lil' dude, Kenny will hit the books with ya tomorrow!/.

What the? Did he send a message before passing out? Why didn't Kai wake him up? Did he leave him here? He sat up and looked around the room in a panic, but there was just enough light from the street lamps outside to see a bed on the other side of the room with a bunch of matted up blankets and a bundle on the right side of it that he assumed was Kai.

He looked at the hard, uncomfortable couch that he had been sleeping on and at the luxurious bed. Making a quick decision, he tip-toed across the room and gently crawled into the soft bed, and pulled some of the covers to his side. However as soon as the blankets shifted off the slumbering form, Tyson found himself in the other's strong arms as the little spoon! He knew Kai was cuddly, but never realized how much so...Maybe the reason why Kai was always up so early is so no one found out and he could keep his reputation intact?

...sounded like Kai.

Whatever, Tyson didn't mind. He actually enjoyed the other's arms around him holding him close. He could definitely fall asleep like this, except what felt like Kai's knee was pressed up against his back. He tried shifting, but the Russian's iron-grip held him in place. Hoping to push the appendage away, he reach his arm around behind him. His eyes widened and his cheeks instantly went red. That was no knee.


Warning: Yeah...you should probably stop reading here...or not. It's your life, but things are gonna get a little steamy.


Kai had a stiffy.

Ok, ok. Breathe. Totally normal. No big deal...

Except what had to be the hottest guy in the universe, his long-time crush, was pressing what he could tell, his very big, rock-hard cock against him.

Was he having a wet dream?!

The very possibility turned his breathing erratic, and his jeans uncomfortably tight. He bit his lips in concentration, trying to think about something else...anything else. But when Kai shifted so his boner was pressed right against his ass, Tyson abandoned all hope as his trousers suffocated him. Hesitantly he undid them, moaning in relief as his throbbing length was freed. Shimmying the pants the rest of the way down, he kicked them over the side of his bed and onto the floor. He shivered as his bare leg brushed against soft, warm flesh, sending electricity down his spine.

Was Kai wearing anything? He let his hand wander behind him, discovering that his former captain was only wearing a thin pair of briefs.

That just turned him on more.

Unable to take the pain, he firmly grasped his erection, like he had done countless times in the privacy of his own room and slowly moved his hand up and down.

It felt so wrong to do this in his friend's bed, yet strangely exhilarating, and the thrill of knowing he could be caught at any moment, just added to the eroticness. He sped up his tugging and thrusted his hips...backing right into Kai's cock.

Oh! He clenched the sheets and bit back a moan as the member, separated only by a thin cloth pressed against his tight hole. Lust-filled eyes opened. This wasn't good, his body demanded more, yet if he went any further, he's be reverse-humping and basically rapping his best friend. Thinking quickly, he coated his first two fingers in saliva before sliding them into himself – his hand acting like a barrier and he grabbed himself again. More sparks shot up his spine and his fingers shifted. All he saw was white and he let out a silent scream as his back arched against his rival, as pure pleasure rocked his body, his seed shooting into his hand and over the white sheets. Sleep immediately claimed him seconds later.

It was only when he could hear soft snores did Kai start breathing again.

Tyson's moan of relief had awoken him and the next thing he knew he was bearing witness to the most beautiful, erotic scene any god could ever create.

The midnight-haired angel took off his pants and their bare legs brushed for a second, before a tanned hand moved up his thigh, up his side, then Tyson had pulled away and started stroking himself feverishly. And when he accidentally backed into him? Oh god- that had taken nearly all of his will-power not to just grab the boy and fuck him into the mattress.

Then the way Tyson desperately suckled and licked his fingers and came almost immediately after he inserted them into himself?

Breath-takingly exquisite.

Kai grunted as he came into his hand. Once he caught his breath, he rolled back over to his secret-love, inhaling the musky, stormy scent.

Had that really happened? Was he dreaming? If not...what did this mean?


The next morning he woke up early, showered in the attached washroom, but he couldn't bring himself to wake the boy, only to have him leave. Instead, he sent a text to Grandpa Kinomiya, saying that Tyson was sick and that he would care for him. Surprisingly the old man didn't even question it, but hinted that he wanted his grandson home the next day.

The CEO made his office off-limits, threatening instant-termination to anyone who so much as knocked on his door. He grabbed any papers that needed his signature directly from his secretary, and told him to bar all phone calls.

How he got to this point, he would never know. In the end, it could be simply put that loving Tyson was a natural as breathing and pretending that it didn't, hurt like a thousand knives to the heart.

Doesn't mean he was going to confess his feelings for the boy who had come out of the blue and turned his life upside down any time soon though.


I hope you guys know how much I love you. It's 5:30am and I've been fighting off sleep for the last hour and a half. I'm sorry if it's riddled with mistakes, I'll edit tomorrow, I swear.

Please send me a review on your thoughts of this chapter...and yes I know...I'm a dick...