A Few Surprises
Tyson's jittery. He feels weird. There's too much energy inside of him and he needs to do something with it.
Kai's writing his final. And Tyson's already submitted all his assignments.
He goes home. And by home, he means the Blitzkriegs' house.
The door opens and he thinks there's no one inside. He shuts it behind him and walks toward the dining table, dropping his bag on one of the chairs.
"Hello?" he calls out, checking again.
No answer.
He takes a peek inside the kitchen, the living room, upstairs.
There are no sounds coming from anywhere. The house is dead.
He takes a quick grounding breath and pulls at the handle of the door leading to the basement.
It opens. Surprisingly.
He descends carefully, footsteps as quiet as possible.
When he's crossed the last step and rounded the corner, he holds his breath, getting ready to face something unexpected.
Nothing
There are boxing equipments and benches and shit he's already seen before. Nothing out of the ordinary.
They'd moved the guy they were holding down here.
Or shot him.
Or let him go.
He climbs back up, biting his upper lip in thought. He walks straight into a chest.
Tala, standing at the very top of the steps.
"Granger" He smiles. "Why did I have a feeling I'd find you here?"
Tyson parts his lips to lie. "I-"
"What were you doing down there? Or should I ask what you were hoping to find?" His gaze grows icy cold.
This looks bad doesn't it? "I was curious."
Tala chuckles. "Curious. Curiosity killed the cat, Granger, and by that I mean: if you don't keep your nose out of my business I will kill you. Don't come sniffing around here again or I will enjoy pulling you apart limb from limb. Kai won't be able to stop me."
Tyson's momentarily speechless.
"Your business?" he asks after.
"My hostage. I found him."
"Oh"
"What's with the sass?" Tala snaps.
"I thought it was like a gang operation. Thought it was Kai's as much as yours."
"And your logic is if it's Kai's it's yours?" he asks with a laugh.
"Yeah. That's basically it."
"The fucking entitlement. You're only fucking him, Granger. You're not fucking married to him. And even then it's not your business. This is none of your business. Stay out of it."
"And if I don't?"
"You'll probably end up in a cement barrel, chopped up into a million little pieces."
All the air goes out of his lungs. Skin draining of colour. "Because of you?" he manages to ask through the shock.
"What?" Tala looks taken aback.
Tyson blinks. His heart's beating erratically. "Y-you would do that to me?" He meets his eyes. Ones always so sharp and sure of himself. Tyson thinks he sees him falter for a moment.
Their intensity wavering.
He doesn't say anything.
Tyson can hear his blood rushing in his ears. "You're so adamant to keep me away from your shit that you'd- " He can't even say it. Can't even imagine it. It's atrocious.
"Yes" says Tala at last with a slant of his head. "Yes"
He feels lightheaded. He makes to move and Tala steps out of his way so he can climb out of the basement. At the door, he turns around to say, "You know, I always thought you were a nice guy. Like deep down."
"Save the theatrics for Kai, Granger. You're not going to get the attention you're looking for-"
"You're just an obsessed piece of shit."
Tala shuts up. Gaze turning murderous.
Tyson can't believe he thought he could be friends with this guy. Fuck him. Sick bastard.
"Your brother hates me. Like he hates me so bad he's ready to kill me."
Kai looks at him like he's gone crazy.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" He throws the fresh set of clothes he'd pulled out of the closet onto the bed, moving to remove his shirt.
"Tala or Yuriy. Your fucking soulmate." Tyson crosses his arms. "He fucking hates me. Like absolutely. Like a crazy amount."
Kai stops unbuttoning his shirt to address him. It hangs off his shoulders, open to his waist. "What happened?"
Tyson swallows. "I… I went down to the basement today while no one was home to see the guy you said you were keeping down there."
"Why did you do that?" he asks, straightforward, no kindness reserved for him.
"What? Go to see him?"
"Why did you try to do that when you were alone? That's not very safe...Or smart."
Tyson opens his mouth. Closes it. Then opens it again. "I can defend myself against one guy."
Kai doesn't reply, watching him silently.
He's right. It wasn't a wise move. "You were writing your exam and I was bored, so."
"We had him moved. Tala found you down there?"
"You're still holding him?"
"We might need him. What did Tala say?"
"He threatened to kill me. Said if I ever 'poked my nose in his business again' he'd...murder me. Violently."
Kai frowns. "He was just trying to scare you."
"No, he wasn't. He meant it. He hates me. He meant every word and he's going to take the first chance he gets to-"
"That is not going to happen." Kai walks toward him and cups his face.
"He killed Iliana," whispers Tyson.
His expression changes. A furrow appears between his brows. "He didn't," he says, soft words. "I did."
"No" Tyson shakes his head. "No"
"You're not-" Kai pulls him close. "Baby, you're not her. Nothing's going to happen to you."
"You don't know that. He fucking hates me. He wishes I would go away."
Kai draws him to his chest, presses his face against his neck.
Tyson closes his eyes, trying to relax.
"You need to know something about Yuriy," says Kai. "He loves me, Tyson. He does. A great amount. And he knows how much you mean to me. He would never do anything to hurt me. Ever."
"Didn't she mean something to you too?"
"Not like this. This is different." Tyson frowns at those words. Kai talks about love when it comes to the affection him and his brothers share so easily, but when it comes to him and Kai and the feelings Kai has for him, he tiptoes around it so carefully like he really wants Tyson to know that he in fact does not love him. That whatever they share will never amount to what him and his brothers have. "Nothing will happen to you," he say, pressing him against him. "You're safe."
Tyson lets him pull him to the bathroom with him. Kai undresses himself and gets Tyson out of his. Gently tugging his shirt above his head, then unbuckling his belt.
Tyson wordlessly holds onto Kai's upper arms as he steps out of his jeans. Kai tugs down his boxers, fingers brushing his hips.
He kisses him. Hands on his waist, in the middle of the bathroom, the mat warm under his feet.
It's a hungry kiss. It always is. Never not manages to steal Tyson's breath away and make his knees weak. Rob him of thoughts and sense of anything other than the feel of his lips and body against his.
He makes a sound so he pulls away. The tub is already filled with warm water. Kai leads him to it.
"What?" Kai looks at him when he doesn't get in right away. "Shy?"
"Why would I be shy? I'm literally naked."
"Then, get in princess." He's holding his hand. Guides him forward with it. Tyson dips his feet in with a pout. Then gingerly sinks into the water and settles against the tub.
"It's perfect, right?"
The temperature. "Yeah"
Kai gets in too and Tyson has to make room for it. Keep his knees and legs out of the way. It's not sexy lighting and there's not much bubbles in the water. His body is quite exposed.
He exhales a breath, splashes some water over his own left arm.
"Come here" calls Kai. "Sit between my legs."
"No" is his knee-jerk reaction to the invitation.
"No?" Kai's eyebrows tilt.
"I mean…" It might not be really comfortable. The position he's in right now is very comfortable though.
"You've never done this before, have you?" Kai reads him, observant. Tyson blushes slightly. "It's okay. I'll take care of you. Come here." He reaches for his hand.
Tyson moves reluctantly. Sits encircled by Kai's limbs and his torso. He doesn't lean back. Kai wants him to though. "If I-" Tyson pauses.
"What?"
"It'll feel weird."
Kai makes a dismissive sound and pulls him into his chest, arms wrapped around him.
Tyson has his eyes closed. It's not bad. It's quite…
"This is nice, isn't it?" Kai's low voice asks in his ear.
He opens his eyes, breathing out, relaxing into it. It's warm.
"Yes" he admits, suppressing a shiver.
Kai shifts his leg against his in the water. It's a strange but good feeling. The water gliding between them. He smiles looking at their entwined bodies.
Kai presses a kiss against his cheek.
It takes Tyson a while to loosen up but he eventually does, giving into his kisses, melting into his touch.
Kai kisses him with a finger lifting his chin, lathers soap on him, even massages shampoo into his hair. Pokes his cheek with a foamy finger. It makes him happy. He twists around and lathers Kai up with soap too. A little extra just to mess with him.
Kai rinses them both down, giving a few added minutes of hot spray against a tight knot in Tyson's upper back.
"Oh thank you," he hums when the muscle relaxes.
"You're welcome," says Kai.
Tyson presses kisses onto his mouth.
"I love you" he says, forgetting the little resolution he made earlier in just a half hour.
Kai smiles. "You're sweet," he says, then sprays water on his face, right onto his nose.
"Bitch!"
He's bundled in a huge, comfy robe. Shivering a little as he makes his way to the bed. Kai pulls the door closed, a towel tied around him.
Tyson burrows under the blanket. "Come on. Forget clothes. Come sleep next to me."
"No clothes?"
"Leave the towel. The blanket's enough." He lifts it for him so he can get in.
Kai gives a slight roll of his eyes and pulls on a pair of shorts before discarding the towel and sliding in next to him.
"Hello" greets Tyson, very comfy. Robe upto his nose.
"Hi" Kai lies on his back.
He snakes his arms across the sheets so he can touch Kai's arm. But he retracts his hands the moment they come in contact. "Fuck, you're naked."
"Well, what did you expect?"
"Your skin is cold. Why are you cold?"
"Come warm me up then." His gaze finds him. Very inviting. Intoxicating. "Come here."
"You want me to share my robe with you?" Tyson asks dumbly.
"Yeah. Something like that."
"Okay" He scoots over. Undoes his robe with his hands under the blanket. Opens it and turns toward Kai confused. How is he supposed to share this with him?
Kai turns too. Towards him. Slips a hand between his legs, touching along his inner thigh.
He gasps. "Oh"
His body grows warm in response.
"Like this" says Kai. "Want your thighs around me." Bedroom eyes. Tyson can't say no, even though he just took a bath and he wants to sleep clean.
He parts his legs for him.
Kai fits in between, sliding his hand up the curve of his thigh, dropping a kiss on his neck. The fingers of his free hand in his hair. Tyson feels warm. So very warm.
Kai presses a soft kiss on his cheek. Breath tickling his face. Tyson wraps his legs around him like he'd wanted. Kai runs his hand up his side. His breathing gets erratic.
The kiss is hot and tense. Tyson stops him because he knows where this is going. "Let's just sleep. Tonight. I'm all clean. I don't want to be dirty again."
"Dirty, baby?" Kai whispers against his lips. "I'll clean you up after."
"Yeah, but that's not the same. I'll still need to take a shower. I'm not in the mood."
"To fuck or to shower?"
Tyson pauses. He can't stop looking at Kai's lips. They're the perfect shape. Light pink in colour.
"To shower," he says. Kai moves to kiss him so he adds quickly, "But if we do it I'll have to shower and I don't want to. I don't want to sleep sticky either."
"Baby, do you want to fuck me or not?"
"I do"
"Then shut up," says Kai, in a sing-song, brushing their noses together before claiming his lips in a heated kiss. Tyson gasps. It feels so good. He kisses him on his mouth, his chest, his belly button, his cock, his hole. Eats him out till he loses his mind and forgets to muffle his moans. Till he's sweaty and trembling and delirious with the need to have Kai inside him.
Kai fingers him open, touches his prostate with his long and skilled fingers. Taking him apart and putting him back together. Denying his orgasm so many times, Tyson lets him take him with spit alone.
The friction is crazy. Tyson's so tight and so close that they both come almost immediately. He latches onto Kai after, needing hours of cuddles.
The cuddling eventually gets them hard again and the cycle repeats. They stay up the whole night and sleep in the morning.
In the morning, however, he's greeted with a nasty surprise.
In just one of Kai's shirts and legs bare, he opens the door of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes and yawning, only to be confronted by the last person he ever hoped to meet.
He's standing there, gold-tipped cane in hand, in an expensive black suit covering his broad frame, back slightly stooped by age but his presence is like that of a whole planet.
He sees him and immediately knows who he is because who doesn't know him in Japan?
Tyson wants to shrivel up and die as Soichiro Hiwatari's powerful gaze tracks up his form in a disappointed, contemptuous scroll. "Ah" he says and his voice is deep and gutting. "Why am I not surprised?"
