Note: Sigh. I woke up this morning and read this chapter for editing purposes and noticed I accidentally uploaded the wrong version last night. Feck. This is why you shouldn't stay up later than two, bois. The last scene is different in this version. You wont miss anything important if you dont reread it but you will miss DETAILS. And good things are in the details, my friends. Happy Reading!


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Kai hovers over him. His top buttons hanging open. Hair tumbled out of its gel.

The silver of his watch is digging into Tyson's wrist.

His chest heaves as he stares up at him. Voice spent. He can still hear his own scream in his ears.

"Again" he utters. Fire in his eyes.

Kai's mouth thins. Edges hardening. "You'll keep going till you win."

"I will win. In the next round." He knows he sounds juvenile and adamant but he doesn't care.

He expects Kai to reject him. Disagree with him. Tell him he doesn't stand a chance against him again. Be a prick on a high horse. Never willing to come down. Instead Kai surprises him, by saying, "I don't doubt it." His tone soft.

Tyson's breath leaves him in a wordless puff. He catches a flicker of something in Kai's eye.

Why does he...

Kai sits back on his haunches, tugging Tyson's wrists off the ground. His fingers slip up till they reach his hands, pulling Tyson up with him as he rises to his feet.

He lets go when they're upright, taking one step back. Out of Tyson's personal space.

"Why does this mean so much to you?" he asks.

"It doesn't" says Tyson in a rush. "It doesn't. I just..."

"Don't like backing out of a challenge," Kai finishes for him.

"No" he agrees, glancing down for a moment. His shoulders dipping slightly in an exhale. "I don't like giving up."

"What if I'm not interested?" asks Kai. Tyson's gaze jumps to him. He's popping the button holding up his shirt sleeve at his elbow to roll it down.

He wants to leave. He seems disinclined to continue. Tyson has to admit. This is juvenile. What he's trying to make Kai do. Asking him to fight with him and taking up his time. Like a child. It was fun when he did it once, and twice was okay. But asking for more is...immature. The man didn't even sleep last night. Tyson gulps as the realization sinks in. "That would be understandable," he says softly, nodding. Focusing on the air below Kai's elbow.

He's fastening his cuffs. Arms covered again. Tyson stares at the dark ink curling across the back of his hand.

He watches him turn around and move toward his shoes. It's unfair to ask Tyson to spend three days with him on a trip in exchange for just one rematch. He should be demanding more in return. It's okay to ask for more. It's called bargaining. "Can we sometime later?" he tries. Later. Not now. Or tonight.

Kai's crouching to tie his laces. He looks over his shoulder at Tyson after a beat. "While on the trip?"

Yes. Because they have an agreement to stay out of each other's zones after that. And Kai remembers it. "Yes" says Tyson.

Kai seems to give it some thought. Then he nods. Finishing up with the laces. Tyson looks away when he stands. He stares at the sand as Kai walks past him up the beach without another word.


00:34 Hilary: [Photo attached]?

00:34 Hilary: Is this real?!

00:34 Hilary: I'm hallucinating

00:34 Hilary: Tyson! Stop ignoring my texts. Reply to me you traitor!

00:34 Hilary: You and Julia?! How? My head is spinning

His phone starts ringing as soon as he opens his messages and finishes reading her texts. She saw that pic Julia posted of them kissing on her Instagram. Why Julia posted that photo is beyond him but the post is going viral.

He picks up after a ring.

"Tyson?" comes Hilary's shocked voice. "You? Who are you? I don't know you anymore."

Tyson giggles as he sits down on his bed. Taking off his boots. "Hi Hil" he greets buoyantly.

"Do not 'Hi Hil' me right now," she says sternly. "Explain this instant. What is going on on god's green earth? You are suddenly the IT boy in our campus now?"

It boy. Tyson laughs. "We kissed. A few times. That's all."

"You. And Julia?" she asks again just to confirm. "Julia Fernandez?"

"Yeah"

"Oh my god, I'm going to faint," her voice literally fades as she moves away from the microphone for a moment. He hears a thud. "'A few times'? I am dreaming right now."

"You okay?"

"No, I am not okay! What alternative universe am I currently in?"

He tucks his hand between his thighs and listens to her sigh in disbelief. Should he tell her about Mystel? he wonders briefly. No. Not on the phone. That conversation should happen face to face. He needs to see her eyes when he tells her he's not completely straight after all. Or broken. He can have fun too. He can make out with people he has a more-than-strangers connection with.

God, he never thought he'd find another guy attractive. At least attractive enough to kiss. He'd thought Kai was some extra-special guy who was the only one able to incite these feelings in him. Seems like he was wrong. He could find guys attractive. Guys like Kai. Like Mystel. Who could belong on the cover of magazines.

An idea appears in his mind. It takes hold.

May be he should try it.

"Tyson?!" Hilary screams in his ear. He'd gotten lost in his thoughts while still on call.

"Yeah!"

"Listen, you nincompoop, you better spill all the details - every single fucking drop of detail - when we get back. You understand?

"Yes, ma'am" He salutes, staring at the wall.

There's a beat of silence. "Is there something else you want to tell me?" she asks in a much more collected tone.

Tyson goes quiet. He has. A lot. "Nope"

"Okay then," she replies chirpily. "Bye. Good night!"

"'Night" He hangs up.


'gay porn' he types into the search bar of the incognito browsing window on his phone. And feels his cheeks heat.

His entire body is drawn tight. Hot. He checks the lock on the door with his gaze for the umpteenth time. Oh god.

The signal is spotty so the results take a minute to load. He exhales through his nose as he scrolls through the links.

Pornhub it is.

He closes his eyes when the page loads not wanting to scar himself for life. Because people are so weird. Especially on porn sites.

He peeks at the very top of the screen and notes that there is a categories option. He clicks on it.

Okay

He doesn't give himself time to properly read through the list. He spots 'amateur' easily by luck and decides on it. Amateur sounds good. Harmless.

Safe

He chooses the option and results load quickly this time.

He closes his eyes again and eenie meenie minie moes a random video.

It starts with two Caucasian men talking before a periwinkle backdrop. Their top halves unclothed. They seem to be in their early twenties...?

Not weird so far.

Things are fine. Tyson's doing great.

A minute later the guy on the left, who is blond, and has a buzzcut, slides a very unbro-like hand up the other guy's - slightly taller, buffer, dark haired - neck. There's a mole on his skin, right above where the blonde's thumb is caressing him.

Still good

Things are okay.

Don't be weird, Tyson begs them in his head. Please don't do anything weird. What's the title of this video? Why didn't he check that first before going full screen?

The dark haired guy moves closer to the one on the left. Um? He has a smile hiking up the side of his face as he - teases, he guesses by their expressions because Tyson's watching on mute - the other dude. And then he moves in a bit more. And then they are kissing.

Softly. Passionately.

Oh

Oh

Ohhh

Shit

Tyson Jr's responding. His entire body is hot. He's starting to sweat. The kiss grows deeper and he slams the phone screen down on the mattress.

The video stops.

He's out of breath.

It's not just Kai. It's really not just Kai.

For real now.

Tyson lets out a sigh of surprise. Staring at the wall in front of him. Huh.


"Wanna go get some ice cream?"

"Yeah"

The place is trashed. Tyson and Kenny pick their ways through the messy hallways and lobby as they head out of the hotel the next morning.

"What are you going to tell Mike and Eddie?" Mike. Kenny calls Michael 'Mike' now. Tyson knew they were going to become friends. Eddie though, is a bigger challenge for Kenny to get used to being around. Neither are present at the moment however. They're not even answering their phones. It's 8 am though so it's understandable.

"I don't know."

"You're leaving at noon."

"I know!" Tyson hisses. "But I can't think of any plausible reason why I would go to Dubai with Kai Hiwatari!"

"Shush. Not so loudly."

"What am I gonna do?" The sun beams on their faces as they step out. The pavement is glinting. It's already hot. Roppongo heat is something else. "And I have to explain this to Hilary too."

"Do you...have to tell her?" Kenny asks hesitantly.

Tyson turns to look at him. "I can't keep secrets from her. The Kai thing is a secret but I'm going to tell her soon. Everything. Or it'll be a burden on my chest forever."

"Oh" They walk a bit in silence. On their way to a stall along the street.

"I don't know how I'm going to make it sound sensible to her. It's not sensible."

"You're right, it's not." He shakes his head. "Have you talked to Mike yet? He told me you kissed a guy and told him you liked it. He also said you were as high as a pothead on the moon - his words, not mine - so he didn't make a big deal about it. He was laughing and making jokes out of it." He watches Tyson's face closely as he speaks.

"Yikes" Tyson winces. "He saw me kissing Mystel, I think. It's fine. He probably thinks it was the drug. Let him think that for now. I'll tell him the truth eventually."

Their shoes scuff along the pavement as they walk quietly, deep in thought.

They buy strawberry and vanilla cones from the nearest ice cream vendor.

"You could tell them you made a bet with Kai and lost," Kenny suggests as he licks the white creamy spiral on a cone in his hand.

"A trip sounds more like a win than a loss." Tyson leans against a streetlight post.

"True" He smacks his lips. "May be tell them you challenged him to a fight and he lost -"

"'Cause that's believable," Tyson mutters.

"-and he has to take you on a trip."

Tyson lowers the ice cream from his mouth. "None of those lies make any sense. We suck at this."

"Oh..." Kenny's shoulders sag dejectedly.

When they reach the entrance of the hotel a half hour of roaming later there's a poster hanging from the low roof of the lobby. It runs along almost its entire length and reaches five feet down.

A beautiful image of Roppongo is painted across the poster's bottom half in intricate black ink. The drawing is in a style he's not familiar with. It seems old. Calligraphic. He discerns a beach, people having fun on the beach, waves, a ship in the distance, a large plane flying over the beach.

Wait

He realizes with a start that it's not a plane. Or rather not simply just one. It's letters. They read 'Win a three days four nights trip to Dubai with Kai Hiwatari'.

Tyson's teeth grind together before he's even done reading. What the fuck is this shit?

He gets flashbacks to the time the motherfucker offered himself up like a prostitute to raise funds for a flood-stricken village. What the fuck was that debacle supposed to be?

He growls when he sees there's a crowd gathering in front of the poster.

He can hear excited squeals and whispers already.

For fuck's sake.

Where is he? What is he doing?

Tyson stomps off inside. Kenny doesn't follow. He rings Kai. He doesn't pick up.

"Ignoring me?" he asks the phone after tearing it away from his ear. "Ha!" That's news. He never not answers his call.

What is his intention with the poster anyway? Is he planning to bring more people with them? So it's not so obvious? So Tyson doesn't have to explain himself to his friends? In that case, he should probably put his name in. But why would he want to go on a trip with Kai? He would like to go to Dubai without Kai.

Moreover, this was supposed to be for him and Kai. Not other people. Why is he bringing other people into this?

"Sign ups are outside," Kenny pants when he reaches him in the lobby.

"What?"

"They've set up a booth on the beach," he explains, hands on his knees.

"Who?" Tyson asks confused. And mad. He is going to be mad forever. This is so stupid.

"The Blitzkriegs" Kenny straightens up. "Girls are putting their names in."

"Girls?" his teeth gnash as he looks down at Kenny. He raises the phone to his ear again, dialing Kai. He is so dead. Tyson's going to kill him. The call goes to voicemail. This prick! This asinine son of a-

"Tyson!" Kenny shouts to get his attention.

"What?!"

"It's for you!" he explains. "There's only one winner, I asked. It's going to be you."

Tyson halts. Feeling like somebody just put out his lit wick when he was about to go off like a bomb. He lowers the phone. "I would never put my name in in a million years," he says after a beat.

"Somebody could put your name in just to mess with you," Kenny says, like a suggestion, a clever glint in his gaze. "You don't have to come up with a lie." He smiles, like he's impressed. Who is he impressed by? "He's got you covered," he says with a lift of his brow.

Ah

So easily bought.

Yet another innocent prey who has fallen into Kai's trap.

Tyson winces.


"Good morning, whore," Tyson greets in Kai's ear, and immediately regrets it because he smells so good. Fresh and expensive. He also looks fresh and expensive. Newly shaven. New haircut. He's cut it short.

He turns his head to look at him with a snort. His sunglasses glint at him.

Tyson glances away. He's a little close. He looks at the booth set up on the sand. Tala and Bryan leering as girls put their names in. Guys are there too. Probably to fuck with their friends. They laugh and jostle each other as they wait in line.

Tyson stands with Kai a few metres away.

"You did this with the auction too. Why do you keep offering up yourself like...you're some kind of hot commodity that can be sold?" he asks Kai, and it comes out way less sassily than he intended. It comes out with zero sass. It comes out...slightly hurt. He's not sure who he's hurting for.

Kai's chest expands as he inhales deeply. His hands are in his pockets. "I am a hot commodity," he says in a matter-of-fact tone. "Or rather my name is and I will sell it as I see fit."

"Your name?" he asks.

"My reputation"

His reputation. Young, hot, rich. Single. His Instagram page is flamboyant and obnoxious. You'd think he was a fuckboy and a skeeze. Yet that page is not run by Kai. He has millions of followers but he's never once seen him use it. It's an ad. It's fake. It's there to present a public persona that's far from reality. Kai isn't flamboyant or vain. Or a skeeze. He wonders why he keeps putting on this show.

"You could have just said 'Win a trip to Dubai, sponsored by Kai Hiwatari'."

"Nobody wants to go to Dubai when they're in Roppongo. It's an Islamic city. There are stricter rules to be followed when it comes to 'having fun'. They," he gestures toward the line of people. "Want to go with me. "

He doesn't get it. Are people so shallow they would jump on a plane to wherever with a hot guy? Paying money for a hook up is one thing, but trusting a stranger blindly is a whole different issue.

"Why would they go with someone they don't know? Even if it's for free?" he asks, failing to see the logic there.

"They're not here to make good decisions. They're here to make bad ones. Because bad decisions help you discover yourself," he says the last part looking at Tyson. His gaze moves away again after a second.

Tyson glances down. At his broad shoulder. His long column of neck that is ridiculously attractive when he wears shirts like this one. With lax collars. He's fantasized about kissing that neck so many times while they were dating. Before that. Even after. His brain daydreams about Kai when he's asleep. "Don't you care how it makes you look?" he asks.

Kai looks over at him. "You think I care what people think of me?" he asks, like it's the most absurd idea of all time.

Tyson gazes at his own reflection in his dark glasses. Then it drops to his mouth. His full, wide-set lips that are a shade between pink and purple he can't quite put a finger on.

He glances away biting his own lip. At the booth again. Kai's eyes trace down his face for a moment before he turns his head forward.

"You're doing this for me?"

"I'm doing it for myself."

"What about that auction? Where a hook up with you was the prize?" he asks, his eyes returning to the side of Kai's profile, blazing. He's getting mad again. That money was supposedly to go to a village that had been ravaged by flood. "Did you care about the village?" he asks incredulously. (1)

Kai doesn't answer right away. He notices his jaw tense. His gaze on the line of people waiting before the booth. It doesn't seem to shrink. It's only growing bigger with time.

"If you cared, you had enough money to help them on your own. You didn't have to raise funds. And don't give me the 'it was Tala's idea' bullshit because I know you call the final shots."

Kai snorts. "Am I some kind of evil dictator to call final shots with my friends?" he sneers.

Tyson glowers. "They're scared of you."

He actually laughs. It's a huff more than a laugh but it's a laugh nonetheless. His teeth show. "That lot?" he asks, nudging his chin towards the Blitzkriegs bullying a poor nerd near the booth. "Sure" Another huff of laughter.

Tyson narrows his eyes. They're not scared? Is that just the way they all talk to each other then? Like they're all constantly trying to bully each other?

He has seen Tala and Sergei turn to Kai so often though. (Ian never questioned him then again he'd never heard Ian question anyone and Bryan listened to no one.) Is it just because they respected his opinion?

He really thought there was a dictatorship going on amidst their group.

"The fundraiser was Tala's idea," says Kai, breaking him out of his thoughts. "I backed it."

"Why?" he asks, puzzled. "You didn't need a fundraiser. You could have sold a Fabergé egg for the money if you cared that much. Unless you care about Fabergé eggs more than your own body?"

Tyson backs a step when Kai turns around fully to face him, taking off his sunglasses. His lips are sucked in. There's amusement in his eyes.

"Who told you I had Fabergé eggs in my possession?" he asks, almost smiling.

"You- You come from a Russian noble family. I'm just guessing."

"That confidently?" He's teasing.

Tyson goes speechless. Mouth opening and closing without a word.

Kai's gaze is almost completely black as the sky darkens. He almost takes another step forward. Towards him. Tyson's heart beats wildly. He seems to stop himself at the last moment.

"The eggs are in my family's treasury. I wouldn't touch it," he says, casual-toned. But the word 'it' he used snags in Tyson's mind for some reason. "The fundraiser was necessary because my account was frozen around that time. I couldn't transfer money."

Why his account was frozen is none of Tyson's business and so he bites his tongue to keep himself from asking about it like a nosy rat. Instead he states, quite incredulously, "You cared about the village."

Kai's lips part. But he doesn't say anything. Or refute it. Tyson wonders why he bothered to help the flood victims. What was in it for him? Has he ever known Kai to act selflessly before? He watches him as he takes a breath and turns back around. Attention returning to the booth again. Why did he help them?

The lines at the booth aren't thinning at all. "You're the winner," Kai says when Tyson comes to stand beside him. "In case you didn't know. There's a box with only your name in it."

It startles a laugh out of him. "You're unbelievable," he remarks, staring at the scene. What a scam. Who comes up with things like this? Tricking a large group of people with the promise of a trip just to save one person from the trouble of trying to come up with an elaborate lie. And even putting strenuous effort into carrying it out. It's almost as if he enjoys this. Deceiving people.

He's scheming and conniving. Tyson should be scared. But surprisingly, he's not. "The poster's beautiful. Did you make it?"

When he looks at Kai after asking the question, Kai's looking at him. He nods. "There are no printing presses around here."

He made that by hand? "I didn't know you could draw," he notes, impressed.

"Did you like it?" Kai asks, tongue in his cheek. The bastard's smug as he draws his phone out. There's a rare long dimple denting his cheek. He pulls up his gallery. "There's a little you in it." He leans slightly towards him to show him a pic of the poster on his phone, zooming in on a tiny black figure with a billowy shirt near the waves. Tyson throws his head back in laughter when he sees the 'little him'.


A/N: (1) He's talking about the auction during the fundraiser party in chapter 3.

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