Special Thanks to my dear reviewers for the last few chapters, I'm sorry I think I forgot to thank you last time, or maybe I messaged some of you... but better safe than sorry :)

khooxp: Thanks for your honesty, I agree, that chapter was a little crap. Not my best work. I am planning on a reunion of that kind, actually. You read my mind!

Nai: Cool wieder mal nen Oesterreicher zu treffen. Und danke fuer's aufklaeren was sado etc angeht. Oh, und ich goenn euch den Erfolg gerne, ist nur echt hart wenn jeder Oesterreicher so 10 meter weiterspringt als alle sonnst. Ich weiss auch nicht warum der Rest so versagt.

vd . Alfredo: Danke, Danke, du bist die Beste meine BFFFF (so langsam weiss ich gar nicht mehr wie viele F's es waren)!

Annoying talking animal: Your comparisons always crack me up. 'Even the wallpaper will know before he does' hahah, awesome.

Leki: Yeah, I always thought Wyatt was a little rebel who thinks he's tougher than he really is. He steals Dranzer after all... FROM KAI! Now that requires real guts.

Ania the Anon: You're actually spot on with some of the ideas. Ray will have a bit of a bigger role soon, once he comes to the country. And I was thinking it would be fun to have Kai attempt to suck up to Wyatt's stick-up-the-ass parents. And I always love Hiro. But I won't spoil it any more.

Alla Bethony: Thanks, your emails finally got me off my lazy ass. I can't remember if I answered your question in a pm yet. If not, let me know and I'll give some more details, but I won't kill him off, that would be too cruel.

Dark Bia: Happy late Birthday :) I'm glad I got to make you a little present!

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Oh, and I should tell yall that this chapter is rated M *wink wink*. No sex yet, though, sorry.

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Awkward and Embarrassing

For the first week things were going great. My arm was healing well, and was no longer in pain. I had even let Takao talk me into drawing on my cast. It was not littered with daisies. That son of a bitch would pay for that.

On a different note, Wyatt and I were doing well too.

It had been a struggle not to cut the training session short on Sunday. I had been too keen to get back to my man and … do whatever it was my hormones wanted to do. It was silly but I just kept on reminding myself that Wyatt would still be there when I got back.

My team mates asked me some more questions about my injury and it turned out Takao had been scheduled to appear as a guest of honour at the tournament the day before, but had to cancel due to detention at school. However, my description of my opponent had his alarm bells ringing.

'Its odd, I've been followed around by some weirdo in a cloak all week. Finally I challenged him to a battle and it was as if he had stolen other blader's attacks.'

'Did you defeat him?' I asked.

'Um... well Dragoon refused to come out of his blade, so I lost. I don't understand why. Same thing happened to Max though.'

I looked over at Max and he nodded.

Now that was getting a little too coincidental. 'What exactly happened?'

'There was this girl, in a cloak, and it was almost as if she was using Emily's blading style against me.'

Very odd. 'Sure it wasn't her?'

Max very very confident about it. 'No, I saw her face. Also, she was a great deal taller than her.'

A face was certainly a good thing to go by, for a start. 'I have a name too. Joe. It probably stands for Joseph. I think he came for you, Takao.'

Takao pouted his lips as he was thinking. 'Sounds like they're trying to hunt us down. Maybe we should warn Ray. You should watch out too Kai.'

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We got so caught up in attempting to pace together the mystery, we almost didn't train. Though I'm suspecting that's what Takao and Max were going for, actually.

I left after dinner. Hiro dropped me off at my school again, we waved our good-byes and I immediately made my way to Wyatt's room. I knocked.

'Come in.' he yelled from the inside.

I opened the door. Unfortunately he wasn't all alone. His roommate stared me down for a second, then burst out laughing. Wyatt blushed and quickly escaped the room. I closed the door behind him.

'So you told your friend?'

'I'm sorry, I got excited. And I thought he would be more mature about it.' he really did look like he was regretting it.

'It's fine. Is he teasing you?'

'Not any more than usual. He was quite nice about it actually. He bought some Champ to celebrate with me.'

'Celebrate?'

Somehow the mental image of Wyatt's roommate poring Dom Perignon Champagne into plastic cups and toast to our new relationship weirded the hell out of me.

'He's known about it for ages. No shock to him. He said he would be glad to hear me stop whining about you now.'

It was still embarrassing but for now I just wanted to be alone with Wyatt so I decided to worry about it later. I asked him to follow me to my room, and he did.

He sat down on my bed as I closed the door behind us.

'What now?' I asked.

'How do you mean?'

'What do couples normally do now?'

'Oh.' he scratched his head. 'I guess, make out.'

'Make out?'

He turned red. 'But we don't have to. It might be a bit early and all.'

'Do you want us to?'

He blushed even more now. 'Don't stare at me like this, it's weirding me out.'

I nodded. I read it as a sign to take it slow. I was relieved, in fact. The thought of kissing him was making me anxious.

So I sat down next to him and took a hold of his hand instead. He was shaking a bit. I didn't interlace our fingers or anything like that, I just slightly squeezed his palm. It appeared to calm him down a little.

'Better?' He smiled.

'Sorry, I'm just a little nervous.'

I nodded. 'So am I.'

'You don't show it.'

Oh I was nervous. My heart was beating out of my chest and I was almost too scared to look at him. It was ridiculous. It felt so awkward between us now. It had never felt like that before. We had always been comfortable around each other. Maybe I should just get it over with. Kiss him already. Wyatt had kissed other men before. Technically, I was the one who was new to it. I squeezed his hand again and then leaned over and gave him a very brief kiss on his cheek.

He instantly let go of my hand and held it to his cheek. There was shock in his eyes and the colour faded from his skin. I could feel myself getting flushed so I stood up and turned away from him.

'Sorry.' I mumbled.

'No, no. Other guys would stick their tongue down my throat. You were really sweet, actually.'

I heard him stand up and walking to me. He took a hold of my hand, and I turned around. He was smiling. He took another stepped and moved closer. And closer. I suddenly realised he wasn't going to stop, but before I could do anything his lips met mine. It felt very soft and warm. A bit spongy. A tingly feeling shot through my stomach. Was I doing this correctly, was I supposed to add some movement to it? Wyatt pulled away after a couple of seconds.

'Did you like that?' he asked.

I nodded.

But what do people do now, after kissing? They never show that in the movies. Do they just keep on kissing? I wasn't sure if I was quite ready to go again.

'Should we go hang out with the guys, I think they were planning on going bowling.' Wyatt suggested.

'Bowling sounds like a good idea.'

It was, it wouldn't be awkward. We wouldn't have to kiss or be romantic.

-x-x-x

We didn't do any kissing for the next few days. We would hang out, usually in a group, it was still nice. There was a certain sense of peace in the fact that him and I were now together. I didn't have to worry about him liking me or not.

I had a feeling the guys knew what was up. They kept on giving each other that look and then started giggling.

'Did you tell them too?' I asked Wyatt.

'No, but you are making it obvious.' he replied.

'How so?'

He looked away embarrassed. 'You have your arm on my shoulder.'

I pulled it off him. 'Sorry.'

'They already know.'

'It doesn't have to mean anything.'

You suck at being a romantic Kai! He'll probably be pissed now. But Wyatt shrugged it off, still beaming.

'I guess not.'

-x-x-x-

I took a shower on Thursday, which ended up being kinda busy. Three other guys from my floor were in the shower room at the same time I was. Normally I would shave but with the cast I didn't want to spend too much time under the water, so I stuck to only shaving my face that week. Huge mistake, as my fellow classmates seemed to be quite interested in my pubes.

'Oh wow look at Kai's pubic hair!'

'WHAT?'

I covered that area with my hands, but it was too late, they had seen it.

'Look at his fire crotch.'

'Shut up!' I yelled.

'So you're a ginger?' one of them asked with an evil smile.

'I'm not, my pubes are just darker than my hair!' I hissed at them.

Truth is they weren't too far off. My hair was naturally a light auburn colour. It could look quite red in the sun. But the few newly grown pubes against my pale skin stood out like Camilla at the Royal Wedding. The Charles and Diana one!

They didn't just leave it at tormenting me in the shower. Turns out gingers are arity out here and they liked having their fun with them.

Unfortunately that included me now.

'Did you know Kai's carpet doesn't match the drapes?' One of them asked Wyatt at dinner.

Wyatt cocked his eyebrows. 'No shit.'

The grey hair wasn't that far-fetched, actually. The reason I was dying my hair was because it had started to turn grey in some spots. It was a genetic thing, my father had it too. He used to get them covered up, but stopped now. Maybe he likes the thought of looking more mature. I personally couldn't be bothered to cover my greys with toner that doesn't stick long anyway. Getting rid of greys is harder than one might think. For a while I used to cut them out (hence my funky hairstyles) but eventually I decided to go all the way. And I liked it surprisingly much. But that was my secret, no one here needed to know that my grey hair was more natural than it appeared.

'Would you like to know what colour his carpet is?' the guy further inquired.

'For fucks sake, it's not that funny.' I yelled. 'We're trying to eat.'

'Kai's a ginger.' the guy said in a serious tone.

Wyatt looked at me in surprise. 'Really? Well, that explains why you're so pale.'

I felt my cheeks flush warm. It also explained why I blushed so easily.

'So what's the big deal? It's just hair. It's more brown than red really, you'd be disappointed!'

The guys were smiling at each other.

'You know how many points you'll get, Wyatt? 300!'

'300 points for what?' I asked.

What was up with that?

Wyatt sent them an angry stare. 'Don't!'

But the look didn't stop them. 'For banging a redhead of course!'

'Oh.' I whispered.

'100 for a brunette. 200 for a blond. And 300 for a rare and precious ginger.'

'Well, thanks for clearing that up.' I replied sarcastically.

It was getting too weird for my taste. I decided to get up and catch a break from them. 'I'm going to go grab some potatoes.'

Yeah, potatoes, because I like being a Russian stereotype.

As I walked off I heard Wyatt talk back at his friends.

'What the hell was that for? Was that really necessary? He's already acting weird enough around me.'

He had noticed. That was awkward. I was so embarrassed, I tried to spend as much time as possible picking out the potatoes, which was actually pretty hard, since they all look the damn same. By the end I had the creme-de-la-creme of perfectly rounded potatoes on my plate. When I returned to the table I could still hear them talk about me, but got quiet as soon as they spotted me.

Wyatt had his arms crossed and was giving his friend a threatening look. He rolled his eyes in return and reached his hand out to me.

'Kai I want to apologise.' he announced.

Wow, my classmates apologising to me. That was a first.

I gave him a nod to acknowledge it.

Wyatt smirked. 'Okay, you're off.' he told the guy. He sat back down and so did I.

'It's like they're all your bitches and you're the pimp.' I whispered in Wyatt's ear. He giggled.

Naturally the idiots had to comment on it:

'Oh dear, now they're getting all flirty.'

'Yeah, maybe Kai will show him his ginger pubes tonight.'

I did. But that's another story.

-x-x-x-

'So it's true? Your... pubic hair colour.' Wyatt asked me in private. We were in my room, sitting on my bed.

'Oh man, why is everyone so obsessed with that?'

Wyatt shrugged. 'Because it's interesting. It's rare to see.'

'Don't tell me you want to see them too, now.' I said, while crossing my arms.

'Can I?' he asked with a hopeful look on his face.

I didn't expect that.

'W-what? Why?'

A pervy smile formed on his face and he licked his lips. 'It's kinda kinky.'

I couldn't believe what I heard, I shook my head. 'You guys are all crazy.'

I knew he had seen my dick before, but back then we weren't...well...an item... or whatever it was that we were now! Now I was too embarrassed.

'Please!'

'NO!'

'Aw...'

I sighed. 'Okay, fine, fuck it! But just my pubes.'

I unzipped my jeans and pulled my underwear down slightly, just enough so he could see the edge of the dark orange bush that was my infamous pubic hair.

He put his hands together in prayer and kept bowing to my crotch

'Good Lord Jehovah! Is it really you speaking to me? I am your humble servant.' He promised, still entranced.

'What the hell are you doing?'

'Moses worshipping the burning bush.' He said like it wasn't the weirdest thing I had ever seen in the bedroom.

Not that I had seen a lot. For all I knew this was a part of the ritual and nobody ever told me about it. In that moment I wished our catholic school would have taught us Sex Ed. That way, I would be prepared when I wanted to get kinky with my same-gendered partner.

'You blasphemous little perv.' I teased him affectionately.

'I was just trying to get you to relax. Ease the vibe.' He giggled and blushed.

Then, without a warning, he moved his hand down there to touch it.

'Feels soft.' He said.

'Dude!'

'Do you deep condition your pubes? Rinse and repeat?'

His fingers were tickling me there and I was feeling more and more embarrassed.

And aroused. So fucking aroused!

Shivers were running down my backside and all the hairs on my body shot up.

'Kai, relax!' Wyatt instructed me.

He leaned towards me and placed a soft kiss on my lips. Now I froze up for sure. He then put his hand on my chest and pushed me down on my bed.

'Let me handle this.'

Handle it he did. That just made me feel more nervous. I could feel Wyatt's hand creeping into my underwear, stroking my pubes until it reached my actual cock.

'Your ginger pubes have made me horny.'

Oh dear. But I didn't have time to react, as he suddenly grabbed a hold of the shaft of my penis and closed his fingers around it.

I gasped.

Then he began stroking. It didn't expect it to, but it felt pretty damn good. I had jerked off myself, but it was a hundred times better to feel someone else do it.

I moaned.

He smiled. 'You like that?'

'Fuck yes, I do. Fuck you, Wyatt!'

He laughed and decided to increase his pace. I couldn't help but let out another moan. I should really cut it down though, I didn't want everyone else on the floor to know what we were up to.

Wyatt lied down next to me. His hand still around my cock, but now he could kiss me too. He licked over my lips with his tongue. It seemed strange at first but then I realised he probably wanted to French kiss. So I opened my mouth to let him do his thing. The combination of feeling his wet tongue tickle mine and his hand rubbing my throbbing cock was enough to send me over the edge and cum prematurely like the high schooler I was, shouting 'YES' at the top of my lungs.

Wyatt pulled his hand out of my underwear. It was covered in white gunk.

'Shit. I'm so sorry.' I told him.

He laughed. 'It means I did it right.'

'Wow. I didn't expect that to happen. Us reaching second base already.'

It kinda made me nervous. Sure it had been hot, but the thought of giving oral and then sex scared the hell out of me.

'I didn't really plan on it either, I got a little carried away.' He pulled me into a hug. 'We can take it slowly from now. You decide on the pacing.'

I hugged him back. 'Well, thank you for... tonight, I'll try to return the favour sometime.'

-x-x-x-

The weekend approached too soon, and my Dad was in town again, so I had him sign me out. I couldn't allow Wyatt to get in between me and my team. I didn't want to become that much of a cliché. I also felt like I needed a break from it all. Sure it was nice to be with Wyatt, but it was also very exhausting.

Not for the reasons you might think...perverts!

It was a bit like eating out at a fancy restaurant. Awesome experience, but tiring to constantly be at one's best behaviour.

It was true though, I felt like I was constantly on edge and scared to somehow do something wrong and fuck it up. I was such an amateur when it came to that stuff.

Luckily my Dad was one of the most oblivious people I knew, so when he came over and Wyatt gave me a brief good-bye hug he didn't further inquire about it.

'Hey Kids, had a good week?' he greeted us.

'Good Afternoon, and yes, sir.' Wyatt mumbled. I just nodded.

'What happened to your arm?' my father asked.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that. Obviously as a parent he would be more concerned about a broken bone than my love life.

'Beyblading.'

He crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow. 'Will I get any details?'

'Fractured wrist. Gotta keep the cast on for about a month. We might have to pay one of grandpa's sketchy doctor's to take it off earlier, so I can blade in the tournament.'

'Yeah... that sounds like the smart and responsible thing to do.'

He wasn't getting any reaction out of me so he pointed at his flashy trustfunded Range Rover and ordered me to get in. He started the engine and backed it out of the courtyard. I waved Wyatt one last time before we turned around the corner and back onto the main road.

'Okay, now that you don't have to play the tough guy any more, what happened?'

He shot me a lynching look. There's a reason they say Russians are good at obtaining information. Mostly through torture or blackmail during soviet times but the good old 'Don't fuck with me- stare' deserves some credit as well.

'I got into some fistfight with some asshole at the Beyblade rink.'

'How did he manage to provoke you? I know you aren't exactly level headed, but I also know you don't just go beat up every bloke who looks at you funny.'

At least he doesn't think I'm a total dick.

'He said some things about my friend.' I confessed.

'The kid from earlier?'

I nodded.

'Oh, is that the boy you like?'

I nodded again.

'He seems nice, a little quiet maybe.'

The irony.

'He probably felt intimidated with you there.'

'He's a polite boy, what's his name?'

I had no idea how my Dad could be so casual about it. He was talking about it like it was the weather, whereas I was a too embarrassed to say anything at all.

'Kai, I'm cool with it.'

'You just met him, you don't need to know his name too!'

'Okay Kiddo. What do you want to get for dinner? You have the choice between ordering in, going to a restaurant, or me attempting to cook something very basic, like fried eggs, that I still end up fucking up, and us ordering in after all.'

'Let's order in. I'm not really in the mood to go out. I don't want to run into people from school.'

He smiled. 'Yeah, I still remember that. I was always sick of people from school by the weekend. Remember how my father sent me to a Swiss boarding school after I got your mother pregnant? Now you can imagine how it went after my classmates found out I had a kid.'

'How did they find out?' It didn't seem like the type of thing someone would brag about.

'Small school, we were only about 100 people. So I told one person and by lunch they all knew.'

That sounded familiar, same thing had happened with Wyatt and I. Though I wasn't sure if the entire school knew already, certainly everyone on our floor. They probably did.

'Did they treat you like trailer trash?' I asked him.

He smirked. 'Nah, too rich for that. I just got the reputation of a player.'

He was about as dorky as they come. His proudest possession was a signed Boba Fett T-shirt.

I laughed. 'You? A player? To be honest I'm surprised you've managed to keep your wife for this long.'

His smiled vanished from his face and he took on a look of sadness. Then I remembered how he said they had problems, his wife being a little hormonal during her pregnancy and them sleeping apart. I mentally slapped myself for that dumb comment.

'We're getting a divorce.' he said.

'Oh... I'm sorry.' I muttered. 'Will I be able to see my siblings or does she still think I'm a psycho?'

He bit his lips and let out a deep sigh. 'She had a miscarriage. We weren't able to work through it.'

'Miscarriage? Wow, that is sad.'

It really was, I had been looking forwards to becoming a big brother. The thought of twins had sounded very attractive. I had been imagining little Wyatts running through our garden (with him being a twin and all). Never being able to experience that, it was very sad.

'It wasn't her first one, she had been trying to conceive for a while now, even before we met. She's just not built to be a mother, and she blamed it on me. Says I put her under too much stress during pregnancy and crap like that. I didn't, I tried to treat her like a princess. But, you know, we were never meant to be together this long, our relationship was already falling apart before and I think we only stuck it out because she got pregnant.'

It was quite a confession. I didn't really know what to say to him. It's not like I had any wise words to cheer him up.

'That's tough.' I finally said.

It sounded very stupid, but I didn't know what else to say. I sucked at comforting people.

'I'm sorry.' I added awkwardly.

He gave me a soft smile. 'You're a good kid, Kai. I really wish I hadn't fucked it up with you.'

That was the thing about my Dad, he had a tendency to be uncomfortably honest and open. I didn't know how to react when he said things like that. I did feel like he could have done a better job at raising me, and sometimes I had felt a little abandoned. And maybe it wasn't all his fault, my grandfather hadn't given him much of a choice and sent him off. And at least he didn't run off after I was born like my mother. He was still immature at 32. I can't even imagine him at 16. Now that I was the same age, I don't think I would have been able to drop everything and grow up overnight to take care of a baby. I still felt like I was so lost in this world most of the time. And even though there were a lot of points in his favour, I couldn't just tell him it was 'okay' and forgive him that easily.

So I just nodded.

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Boarding School Fact 9 (which probably goes for any school, cause we students are just that cruel): By lunch everyone knows, -including the teachers!

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I heard the American 4 base system is a little different to the Euro one. I heard some count second base as dryhumping or touching through clothes or something like that.

In case you got confused, what I'm using for this fic is as follows:

1st: French Kissing

2nd: Hand-job/touching boobs

3rd: Oral

Home Run: sex

Not saying it's the best way or only way, or anything like that, I just want to avoid getting flamed by those people telling me I'm "2 retardid 2 know da 4 base system". lol

And for everyone else, I hope you enjoyed them finally getting down and dirty. I know some of you have been waiting for that for a while, hehe. Not sure if I actually will write a full on lemon, because of their age. It might be a little awkward. Well, let me know if you want one or if it's too creepy.

Cheers and so long!