Hooray! I wrote another one: dance dance:dance dance: I'm so proud of myself! KaiTyson. Rated for minor swearing and suggestiveness. :evilsmile:

Aaaand, I do not own Beyblade, if I did, we would SO get our KaiTyson episode. BWAHAHAHAHAA!!

Tyson was dreaming. It was a nice dream. It involved food. Lots and lots of food. Mmm... Ooh, hamburgers!

Unfortunately, this wonderful dream was interrupted by a loud, persistent banging sound. And-

"TYSON!"

"Ah!" Tyson fell off the mattress with a thud. He sat up and rubbed his head. "What?" he whined. "Gramps, five more minutes."

"I don't think so." Tyson bolted upright, wide awake. That was most definitely not Gramps. It was...

"Kai?" Why was he here? In his room. The room where he slept. Kai. In his bedroom. Where- NO! Nonononononononononooooo, Tyson Granger, we are NOT going down that road again. His lips are moving... Kai's lips... No! Pay attention! Wait! Things are being said! What's he saying? I don't know! Gah, shut up, stupid brain and let me listen!

"What?" Kai frowned.

"I said that since I know you haven't had a battle since the tournament, you need some practice. You have two minutes to get changed out of..." Kai glanced at Tyson's rocket ship pj's (1) and his lip curled into a sneer. Tyson flushed furiously. "Those, and meet me downstairs. Hurry up." He left, closing the door behind him.

Kai leaned against the door. Kai always found something to lean against. It was just the kind of guy he was. He wondered what Tyson had been dreaming about. Probably food. Whatever it was, Tyson had looked happy. He looked very peaceful when he slept. It had almost been a shame to wake him...

"Kaaaiii?" Kai rolled his eyes.

"What?"

"Um... I'm stuck." Kai groaned and went up the stairs.

"Stuck? How could you be stuck? Did you try to put both feet through one leg or something?" He opened the door and saw that Tyson had somehow managed tie his jeans in a knot while still wearing them. The younger boy grinned sheepishly as Kai pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I swear, Tyson, one of these days..." If he wasn't so cute, I'd be really pissed right now. Wait, what? Where did that come from? He sighed, irritated, and went over to Tyson.

He reached down, Tyson's hand grabbed his wrist, and pulled, he unbalanced, and fell, fell on top of Tyson, and they kissed...

Tyson had somehow managed to get out of the jeans, but Kai didn't have time to think about that now. All he could think about was Tyson, and the warmth spreading through him, and the wonderful way that Tyson's hands were running along his back, his chest, through his hair...

They parted, but didn't stand, instead staring into each other's eyes. Tyson grinned mischievously.

"So... still want to go to the park, or did you have something else in mind?" Kai glared at him.

"Go to hell."

"I love you to."

(1) I haven't seen Beyblade in forever, so I can't remember if Tyson wore pajamas or not, but for some reason, Tyson in rocket ship jammies just works. Don't ask why.

Everybody at once! AWWW! I had fun writing this, especially Tyson's inner monologue. It seems very Homer Simpson-ish to me.

It's so easy to write like this for them. Normally my romance skills exactly zero, but its easy with these two. Mneh, who knows why?

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