A/N: Another lemonish-fic containing my second favorite couples. I have quite a lot of those. Hmm.
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or the characters.
Warnings: Profanities, hints at lemon (I'm not completely sure how to class it, though), Tyson-bashing, mild violence and I tried avoiding OOC-ness. I think I did a decent job.
ll Blah, blah ll is russian speech. Anything else is english.
THE SMALLEST DIFFERENCE
A quick flash of silver mingled with the azure streaks zig zagging through the dish. The sound of metal grinding against metal filled the air; the intensity and desire to win almost palpable in the air. "Finish him, Dranzer." "No way I'm gonna loose to a overcooked chicken. Rip him to shreds Wolborg." "Overcooked chicken. That's old." Kai taunted, feigned an attack to the left in an attempt to make Tala make the wrong counter move. "Works for me." Tala retorted simply, smirking evilly. Kai had used that tactic before. Tala knew how to break him now. Circle, feint and then the weak spot was exposed.
A sibilant hiss cut through the air and the muted clatter on the mowed lawn announced the winner.
Frowning Kai searched the grass for his smoking blade. Behind him Tala laughed tauntingly. "And works every time, loser. The score is 2-2. Last winner takes it all?" Kai, having inspected his blade, shook his head. "You've destroyed my attack ring." He separated the discs and held up his attack ring, showing the two deep cracks the ferocity of Wolborg's last attack had wrought.
Tala rolled his eyes, "That's weak." Kai shrugged in return. "I'm taking a break."
A crimson gaze swept over the other gathered bladers, many of which were heavily engaged in a beybattle. Michael and Rei were fighting furiously, battling with all shreds of friendships gone.
Mariah and Max were cheering each of their teammates on, while Lee, Spencer and Emily were analyzing the game, carefully observing every move and counter attack.
In the tree shadowing the court yards of the Granger compound Ian and Kevin were engaged in a game of tag. With amazing agility and mind boggling speed they jumped from branch to branch, even onto the broad wall surrounding the courtyard, chasing after each other.
Tala grunted noncommittally and turned to join the crowd watching Michael and Rei's battle royal. Kai pocketed Dranzer and headed towards the dojo.
Tyson was hosting a reunion of sorts for the teams of the world championship in Russia. The Allstars, the former Demolition Boys, the White Tigers and the former Bladebreakers were all gathered and reacquainting. Luckily the weather was mild with a fresh breeze in the early spring so many chose to reside outside.
Kai was tired after a restless night and really all he wanted to do was play the lazy teen and conquer a sofa and the TV. Immediately he changed his course towards the main house and the spacious living room.
He faltered for a second, however, when he entered the living room to assess the situation. After a second or two's passing he wrote off the whole scene as unimportant and unlikely to escalate.
"Put the knife away," He ordered indifferently and plopped down onto the couch. Bryan grunted and narrowed his eyes making Tyson give an undignified shriek of terror. The knife still pressed against the soft skin of his cheek with the back of the dragoon blader pressed firmly against a wall.
"I said put the knife down, Bryan." Kai was getting irritated now. He hated when people disregarded a direct order. "Why?" Bryan questioned ominously, his eyes glinting in malice. Kai fought the urge to roll his eyes and instead made the one threat that could make Bryan back down from a fight.
Panicked Tyson looked pleadingly at Kai who said, "ll Because if you don't you won't be getting any from me for the next two weeks. ll"
Surprised Bryan glanced over his shoulder.
"ll You wouldn't. ll" Even as it came out Bryan knew that Kai very well would. "ll You're gonna bet on that? ll" Kai had picked up the remote and was browsing for a show worth wasting his time on.
Bryan stood indecisively. Hurt Tyson or live in celibacy for two weeks? It was a no brainer really. Even if he didn't have Tala's sex drive he was a guy and needed some good, steamy sex once in a while. Defeated he withdrew the knife and slipped it into the shaft of his boot. "ll You better be fucking worth it, Hiwatari. ll" He stated annoyed as he dropped down beside the languid blader. Kai smirked superiorly, "ll You know I am. ll" Bryan couldn't find a proper retort and settled for comfortable silence instead.
Tyson fled the room, vowing to himself that he would never poke fun at Falborg ever again, a miniscule red mark marring his cheek.
A time went by where Kai continued to browse the channel with Bryan watching with a bored expression.
"ll Why do you always spoil my fun? ll" Kai shot an askance glance at his fellow russian. "ll I don't appreciate you mauling my teammates-ll" "ll Ex-teammates ll" Bryan cut in. "ll Fine, whatever, ex-teammates, no matter the reason. ll" "ll The little troll was getting on my nerves. He annoys me, ll" Bryan stated indifferently. Seeing the frown marring Kai's face Bryan took a quick look around to assure that no one was around before he, quite efficiently, smothered all protests. Capturing Kai in a heated caress he smirked into the kiss when he felt Kai groan and saw the crimson eyes slide shut, almost reflexively.
As suddenly as he had instigated the kiss he broke it off. Crimson eyes opened and annoyance shone bright. "ll Asshole. ll" Bryan shrugged and turned his attention to the TV. "ll You like me anyway. ll" Kai rolled his eyes and muttered an, "Whatever," having instinctively switched to english as Michael and Rei entered through the garden door.
"Who won?" Kai asked. At the deep scowl Rei mustered Kai didn't even need the answer. "Extra training tonight then, Kon."
***
Sighing relieved Kai entered his bedroom and closed the door behind him.
Training had been a nightmare with Tyson hellbent on skiving off as much as possible along with long whines when he was actually moving his fat corpus around. Kai heaved a relaxing breath. He didn't mean that, he wasn't upset. Yeah right, the next time he saw that pudgy hippo he would wring his neck and cut out his intestines and burn them before selling the ashes on E-bay. Hm, now there was a thought.
A sudden shift in the shadows behind him effectively yanked him out of his scheming.
"I hope you didn't forget your promise," a deep baritone voice said. Kai raised an eyebrow at Bryan who was casually leaning against his bedroom door. Letting someone slip up behind him was callous, but this was Bryan so he could let it slide this time.
"What promise?" Kai asked tilting his chin upwards in a defiant manner. Bryan narrowed his eyes, "You stopped me from maiming Tyson and I haven't touched the neko. I've been a good boy all day so now I want my reward." Kai's smirk widened. This was a most welcomed distraction, however he couldn't pass up a chance to tease Bryan; especially not a frustrated and needy Bryan as he was right now.
Kai took a small step back, inching towards his neatly made bed. He tugged at his collar and licked his lips enticingly yet innocently enough for it to be mistaken for a reflex as Bryan locked the door. "What if I don't feel like it?" A crease immediately made itself present on Bryan's brow. "I've been training the brat pack all evening and I'm tired." Confused Bryan stared at Kai who was fighting back a grin. Coming to a decision the Falcon grumbled a decisive, "Too bad."
He neared Kai who smirked in a provocative fashion.
Grabbing the bluenette by the nape he hauled him into a searing kiss with enough force behind to bruise. An arm, bulging with muscles, snaked around the slim waist that Kai possessed and held him even closer.
The kiss was returned in earnest as Kai wound his arms around Bryan just a tightly and met the intruding tongue with a moan. With fingers knitting into his silky strands, forcing him even more into the kiss, he lost himself in the deep, plundering caress, forgetting feigned pretense and the bladers in the rooms next to his. All that mattered was Bryan and his strong, heady presence.
It was always like this, the surging emotion, deep-seated desire and the need wrought by passion. Kai was embarrassed, he could admit that. The feeling of needing to depend on another being when really all he wanted to do was to be free. They had fought over this of course. For once Bryan wasn't the reticent one; he couldn't give a rat's ass if anyone knew of their relationship but Kai wouldn't have it. Keeping up a wall of pretense helped him preserve his last shred of dignity or so he told himself.
And Bryan, in his own crude, awkward and too often insulting manner, was trying to get Kai to see that he wouldn't keep him trapped. Well he did his best to keep the primal urge of wanting to encase Kai as a phoenix only for him to see in check.
Withdrawing with a sweet, lingering caress Bryan took the time to look at his secret lover. Cheeks aflame in desire and eyes closed, Kai breathed heavily as a mean of regaining some sense of mind.
"You know you're my bitch, so you better deal with it." Bryan stated before engaging in another breathtaking embrace. Kai growled but the kiss quite effectively cut off any retort that lingered on his tongue. Utilizing what was left of his rabidly scattering wits he used his fingers to tug and loosen Bryan's belt, one of his slim hands ducking further south.
A sharp intake of breath was all the indicating of how exactly Kai was employing his slender fingers. The caress however was not mitigated the least, indeed the hands cupping his face drew the bluenette even further into the succulent warmth.
The furtive fondling on Kai's behalf however quickly changed from honeyed and smooth to an iron clad grasp. Bryan gasped as he wrenched himself from the kiss and doubled over at the tight hold Kai had on him.
"Call me that again and I'll make sure you'll have to bottom every time you need to get laid." Another warning squeeze was issued before he let go.
As Bryan still stood curled at the harsh and cheap attack, trying to collect his bearings.
In front of him Kai was busy stripping himself of his sweat soaked clothes to pay any attention to his lover's hunched position. Not that he really cared anyway. In Kai's book Bryan deserved that one.
"And get out of your clothes now. You'll have to be quick unless you want Tala finding out. Well, not too quick but still," he amended.
Bryan bit his lower lip. He did want Tala to find out. "Like I'll go easy on you because of our captain. I promised myself you wouldn't be able to walk properly tomorrow. You know I keep my promises."
His normally deep voice had acquired the most interesting high pitch. Kai smirked, his crimson eyes gleaming challengingly.
***
Warm hands descended on his hips held him fast and Kai steadied himself against the wooden headboard. A small gasp escaped his lips when he felt himself breached. He closed his eyes against the discomfort as Bryan started moving. He could lie all he wanted but there was something oddly fulfilling about being filled this way; mounted and claimed so roughly, bordering on callously; so completely that he would feel the presence in his entire body for a long time. Submitting to Bryan always caused a thrill to roll down his spine. Something unlike anything else. It left him fulfilled yet craving after every encounter. A louder groan mingled with the muffled grunts in the small bedroom as Bryan hit that spot. Kai struggled with himself not to let any sound slip at the new frenzied pace.
***
Kai breathed heavily and wiped the sweat that had accumulated on his brow away. By his ear he heard Bryan's long, erratic breaths as well. He smirked and unwound his arms from around Bryan's neck and brought them down to glide over the smooth, lean muscles of Bryan's back, all slick with perspiration.
"So, how was your reward?" Kai asked. Bryan chuckled through his afterglow. "Worth waiting for, Hiwatari. You got lucky." Kai snorted, "You got lucky. Now get off me."
He gave a light shove to Bryan's shoulders and the elder rolled of him, moving to go to sleep by his side.
Kai looked at him, questioningly. "Won't the others suspect something if you don't go back?" They had gone to great pains to insure that not even the Blitzkrieg Boys, though they were their friends, suspected nothing. "I don't care right now. I'm staying. Besides I locked the door." Kai supposed that was fair enough and moved closer towards Bryan, curling into the side of the Falcon wielder he draped his arm across Bryan's chest and closed his eyes to sleep.
Silver eyes glanced at the younger in mirthful surprise. "It's so fun you're a cuddler," he whispered, teasingly. Tired Kai mumbled, "Shut up, Kuznetsov. If you've got a problem you know where the door is." Bryan smiled in the shade of the dark and curled an arm around Kai to hold him closer. "Whatever."
The End or TBC...
A/N: Depending on how it's received I have a continuation of this. More angsty and OOC-ness but I sorta like it. In a weird way.