Disclaimer: Oh c'mon lawyers...I have $20, like that's it. That's all you're getting out of me!
Hello beautiful people! So um...yes my Valentine's fic is late, that's because there's this thing called "overtime" that makes it very difficult to ignore. It's money. I love money. I've also been lazy...really lazy...as in I'm almost too lazy to type this out lazy. Slumps Too early to go on another hiatus? Damn...
Well, you'll be all happy to know, while my one-shots are not getting written, Borderline is. I have maybe 5-10 chapters left before it's done. Yes, I know, exciting right?
Thank-you to Tyka's Flower, Angel Devastation, TofuNinjaCat, CorynOfHoole, adbhut, Demons of the arch angel, Zutsu, HibarixTsunaxlover and Little A Granger for reviewing the last chapter, and to my wonderful friend Kira (my lovely wifey) for reading it right hot from the press and letting me know what she thought in person. If you must know, she cursed Kai's morals and was really disappointed I didn't let them screw in the closet...and may have called me a bitch...I hope this satisfies at least one of you.
WARNINGS: Um...all of them? More fluffiness and a tad bit more smut?
Enjoy another light chapter of Borderline!
The following morning everyone awoke with bleary eyes and pounding heads to a note on the front door, which read:
Nobody leaves until this place is spotless- OR ELSE!
They paled, looking around at the empty liquor bottles, left over food, puke, overturned chairs, garbage and groaned.
"I'll start the coffee." grumbled Tala.
"I'll make breakfast." mumbled Ray, yawning.
"I'll find the Advil." moaned Max.
An hour later, feeling less like death, the men started cleaning.
"Hmm, I wonder if Tyson and Kai got together." mused Max as he picked up the empty glass bottles, (just how much did they drink last night?).
"Nah." Kenny answered, tossing the garbage into a large garbage bag. "Kai decided to be Kai and not reveal himself. But-" he giggled, "I think it's safe to say they had fun."
Tala and Bryan paused their scrubbing, "How would you know?" Bryan asked.
"Because they were both sporting huge hickeys last night."
The room went silent before Tala exclaimed, "UNBELIEVABLE! We literally locked them in a closet, they made-out, and they're still not together?!" He then muttered, "We should've gotten them drunk."
"Oh well, think of it this way; They're getting closer. Now that they've had a taste, they'll probably want more." reasoned Max.
"Well they better. I have half a mind to tell Tyson that Kai was in the closet with him." Tala threatened.
"Tyson would just laugh it off and tell you to quit messing with him." Ray sighed. "It's better to let them find their own way, rather than forcing it. The perfect moment will strike...eventually." He resumed his dish washing, "Y'know, in my village the cook never cleans!"
"Tough shit, Kon. You're stuck here with the rest of us." said Bryan flatly, then a wicked smile twisted his features. "We could snoop." Everyone looked at the silver haired Russian with looks of confusion. "We could snoop through Kai's room. Maybe find some blackmail to get out of this." Everyone stopped what they were doing and eyed the bathroom where they had all knelt at the porcelain throne the night before. Who knew what foul mess was in there? They had been all too terrified to go in. Without saying a word, they all made a mad dash up the staircase to the moody-Russian's bedroom, and Tala touched the door handle.
Hiss!
They all looked down to see Kei baring his fangs, growling warningly.
"Heh, what are you gonna do? Claw me to death?" chuckled the red-head.
HISS!
The group turned around and was met by 9 snarling cats. Their hair was standing on end, fangs bared, they looked like they were ready to attack at any second.
"What? Did Kai train his cats to guard his bedroom?" questioned Bryan.
"Sure looks that way?" said Ray, taking a step back.
"Can't you communicate with them or something Cat-boy?" Tala asked.
Ray glared. "No, and even if I could, I doubt they would listen. These cats appear to be highly loyal to Kai and Tyson."
"So what do we do?" asked Kenny, wishing that he had stayed downstairs.
"I recommend we all step away from the door and go back downstairs." said Ray calmly.
"I don't see why we don't kick the little one out of the way and just same the door behind us." suggested Bryan, not believing that they were actually in this mess.
"Not a good idea. If anything happens to her kitten, the momma looks like she would tear out your throat. And even if we made it in, that kitten is Kai's cat. I don't want to imagine what he would do to any of us if his baby was injured." Taking the collective silence as an agreement, Ray looked at Kei and said "Sorry, dumb idea we know. We'll leave." He and the others slowly backed away from the door and backed slowly down the steps. The 10 cats snarling at them until they reached the bottom step, before they resumed looking like pictures of innocence.
"I can't believe that just happened." said a bewildered Tala as he sat down on the couch. "What the fuck Hiwatari?"
"How the hell did bird-boy, the coldest bastard in Russia- who's bitbeast is a freaking Phoenix for fuck sakes; get cats of all things to do his bidding?" questioned Bryan.
Everyone looked to Ray.
"How the hell should I know?!" he snapped.
After a few moments of baffled silence, Max said, "Alright, how's this?" Everyone's heads turned towards the American. "We all have a sudden-death beybattle: First one out of the dish has to clean the bathroom and the last one in the dish is exempt from any cleaning." Everyone looked at each other and nodded.
"What about short-stuff?" asked Spencer, pointing to Kenny, "He's a rookie."
"What about me?! I didn't drink and I'm the one who got Tyson out of the closet."
"Yeah. It wouldn't be fair." agreed Ray, looking over to Max.
"The Chief is exempted!" said Max enthusiastically, "Game on!"
After an intense 2-hour beybattle, Spencer was the one who was forced to clean the washrooms, while Tala was the one who got to sit-out. They had just managed to get the house cleaned when Tyson and Kai walked through the door. "Oh wow. Everyone is still here?" marvelled Tyson, "It's like 7:00pm!"
Everyone, except Tala and Kenny groaned.
"Well, if you guys wanted, you could all stay for another night, right Kai?" Offered the bluenette, giving a side-glance to his roommate.
"Yeah, whatever." The dual-haired male agreed, bending down to pick up Kei who trotting up to him. The kitten then perched himself on his shoulder.
"Sweet! I'll order Chinese!" Declared Tyson.
"Oh! Make sure you get lemon chicken!" said Bryan.
"And deep-fried wontons!" chimed in Kenny, his mouth watering.
"Tyson, a word?" Something about the look in his eyes, made Tyson give his rival his full attention.
"Y-Yeah." Tyson turned back around to the group. "Write me a list!" he laughed as he followed his roommate upstairs to Kai's room. Shutting the door, he asked "What's up Kai?"
"Here." He handed him a black shinny card with a red Phoenix on it in the bottom left hand corner.
Mahogany eyes widened. "Is this your debit card?"
"Yes. I'm going to take a shower and make a few phone calls. Pin number is 1015." The Hiwatari disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, leaving the blue-haired teen shell-shocked.
1015 was Tyson's pin number. It was the day he and Kai met.
As soon as the bathroom door was locked Kai's cool composure fell apart. His heart was racing, his chest heaving, his mind erratic. He ran his hand through his bangs.
Today was hell.
Every time he looked at Tyson, he saw the boy chained, completely helpless. He could still taste him. Smell him. His body demanded more. He had forced himself not to pin the delectable teen to the wall and completely ravish him so many times today. The urge to fuck him senseless was overwhelming.
This morning he had taken advantage of the sleeping boy and kissed him any place he could reach.
He didn't know what to do. He was completely losing control.
Turning on the shower, he removed his black turtleneck (he had seen the hickey on his neck that morning and had to cover it before Tyson saw and put two and two together), his black dress pants and boxers, and carefully laid his Phoenix pendant on the sink and stepped in, but not even the scalding water could take his mind off the midnight angel. He was so sensitive and pent-up that just grasping himself sent him over the edge; not like it helped. He was rock-hard seconds later. "Fuck!" He stroked himself vigorously, using the water as lubrication and he brought himself to completion once again, collapsing against the shower wall, his breathing laboured.
Once again the image of Tyson submitting to him resurfaced and his one-eyed soldier stood at full attention again. He looked down. "Are you serious?" If there was ever a time Kai wished he was a girl, this was it.
With no other options, he forcing himself to bring up the one dreaded memory that still gave him nightmares to this day; Tyson's grandfather in a speedo. At once his dick finally went limp and he sighed in relief. He looked up at the smooth, white ceiling. How much more of this could he take?
"So ret me shee if I have dis right now," the Chinese lady on the other end of the phone spoke, in heavily accented English, "You want the Party 8 dinner with 4 boxes of deep fried wontons, 4 large wor wonton soup and extra remon chicken."
"Yeah. Said Tala, wishing he got Ray to order instead.
"Okay, 248 dollar. 1 hour."
"Kay." He hung up and grinned, "Well that will be a nasty surprise for Kai."
"Yeah, but what if he doesn't pay?" Bryan pointed out.
"Got that covered." The Wolf Master help up a silver debit card, "Company Card." Bryan chuckled.
"So what do we do for an hour?" asked Max.
"I know!" Came Tyson's voice from the staircase. They heard some wrestling and a "thud" before Tyson thundered back down the carpeted staircase, with a large, rectangular box in his hands. "Monopoly!"
"I call the race car!" exclaimed Max.
"Hey, no fair! You're always the race car!" protested Tyson.
"And so it begins..." Tala chuckled darkly.
When Kai came down the stairs, dressed in a pair of well-fitted black jeans and a dark-purple, sleeveless turtleneck, the Pheonix pendant swaying slightly as he walked, he wondered what fresh hell he had just walked into.
Everyone was shouting obscenities at each other about something called "Park Place".
When he looked down at what was on the table, it all became clear. He smirked. This debate was over. "If you would all shut-up," he said loudly, his voice cutting through the chatter, forcing everyone's attention on him. "It's clearly written in the rules that you don't get money from Park Place."
"You don't?" questioned Tyson, all colour draining from his face.
"There are no hand-outs in life, kid. Build your empire from the ground-up."
"Shit. If Tala hadn't placed so many hotels right from the get-go, I'd be doing fine!" pouted Tyson, crossing his arms.
Something about that statement bothered Kai. "Did he put houses on first?"
"No. He had a lucky break and had enough money to go straight to hotels." explained Max.
Kai arched an eyebrow. "Did any of you actually read the rules?" The collective silence around the room answered his question and everyone made a mad dash to the rulebook.
"Tala you cheat!" exclaimed Tyson angrily, "You said you knew the rules by heart!"
The red-haired Russian gave a sly grin before shrugging his shoulders. "Oops."
"No fair...I want a re-match!" whined Tyson, everyone but Tala nodded in agreement.
"Fine then. Deal me in. Kenny's Banker." Kai ordered before going into the kitchen and poured himself a bowl of wor wonton soup, then put a few slices of lemon chicken into the cats' food dishes and returned to the living room. "Let's play."
Later that night, as they were all headed to their separate bedrooms, Kai heard Tyson's timid voice say, "Um...Kai? Look." Kai peered into his rival's room and his heart melted. Meko, Kouken and the not-so-little kittens were all in Tyson's bed. Then reality hit.
Not again!
He took a step forward into the room, with full intention of shooing the felines when Meko did something she had never done before.
She hissed. At him.
Kai stood there, stunned.
"Kai?"
He turned around. "Come on Tyson."
"Are you two fighting?"
"She's just being at bitch." The Russian muttered. But when they had crawled into bed together, Tyson snuggled into his chest, he couldn't help but thank that little 'bitch'.
And that's it! Another chapter done.
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