Kitty: Hey everyone! Thanks so much for the reviews (and follows / faves!), I really appreciate it! I asked for one nice review, and got five wonderful reviews! You guys are great! I'm sorry this chapter is short, but I'm going out of town tomorrow so I'm still packing, and I just got over the flu (which is why it took me so long to update).

Don't own Metal Fight Beyblade. Enjoy!

"I-I was just telling him that, Kyoya," Tsubasa swallowed nervously. He didn't like the way his boyfriend was glaring at Ryuga. "Ryuga was just concerned, that's all."

"Yeah, well, he shouldn't be," Kyoya muttered. Crossing his arms, his eyes narrowed further. "If you want to keep your teeth in your mouth I suggest not accusing me of abusing my own boyfriend. Got it?"

"I'll accuse who I want to." Ryuga spat with a glare, not even the slightest bit unnerved by Kyoya. He could beat him in a fight - both physical and verbal - in an instant.

"Let it go Kyoya, please..." Tsubasa whispered softly, looking at his boyfriend with pleading eyes - and Ryuga couldn't help but notice the fear in those amber orbs.

Kyoya stared at Tsubasa for a few seconds before muttering "fine" and going upstairs.

Tsubasa was shocked, to say the least. He'd thought Kyoya was going to ignore him and continue arguing with Ryuga, but the green-haired teen had actually listened to him for once.

Maybe he was changing.

"No offense Tsubasa, but he does strike me as the abusive type," Ryuga mumbled, still staring at the base of the stairwell where Kyoya had previously been standing.

"A lot of people - even my parents - have said the same thing," Tsubasa replied softly. He shrugged. "I think he just has a horrible temper or something."

Ryuga frowned. "Well he needs to work on that 'temper' of his."

The other boy nodded in agreement and then smiled slightly, "We can do the school project in on the kitchen table. I think there's enough space, and I've already set everything we'll need out..."

. . .

"Thanks for coming Ryuga!" Tsubasa said with a grin on his face, waving to his friend. The other waved back, yelling "call if anything bad happens", before jogging down the sidewalk.

Shaking his head and laughing softly, Tsubasa shut the door and turned around -

- only to see Kyoya standing there with a less-than-pleased look on his face.

"You seemed happy to see him," Kyoya remarked. He pretended as if the fact didn't piss him off. "Why is that, hmm?"

"We're just close friends," was Tsubasa's soft response.

"Oh really?" Kyoya breathed, taking a sudden lunge forward and pressing his boyfriend against the door and pinning his wrists above his head. "You seemed to like him a bit more than that."

Tsubasa opened his mouth to responded, but found his lover's lips had already clamped it shut. He felt hands traveling down his torso, one lurking dangerously south. Once again he opened his mouth - this time to protest - but a warning growl from Kyoya made him close his mouth just as quickly as he opened it.

"You're always saying you don't like him..." Kyoya murmured as he dug his face into Tsubasa's neck, licking the tender flesh there, "...why don't you prove it to me? Show me just how much you love me."

Knowing exactly what his boyfriend meant, Tsubasa winced. He was still in pain from one of Kyoya's earlier sessions; how could he manage to go through yet another one?

"My body is sore, Kyoya-sama," Tsubasa admitted quietly. "Do you mind if I -"

"Of course I mind, you little bitch!" Kyoya snapped, slapping the other across the face with as much strength as he could muster. He grabbed Tsubasa's chin and pulled him close, whispering in his ear, "I'll show you just how much of a bitch you are. But not just any bitch. My bitch."

Kitty: Uh oh... I think we all know what's going to happen next chapter... which reminds me, if you're squeamish or anything, read the warnings in the first chapter. I don't wanna upset anybody. Review please! I'll try to have the next chapter up as soon as I come back from my trip!