A/N: This story might seem a bit disturbing at first… and there's gonna be some smut later on, but nothing graphic, at least in my opinion…

Warning: Tyka yaoi

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

Kai stared at his cards. The silence grew longer as the others waited. He had no more chips left. His hand was good. Really good. He was just bluffing. He knew his immobile, tense stare at his hand would make the others think his hand sucked, and that he was stalling because of it. Rei, Max and Tyson had raised their bets, and were looking at him impatiently. Kenny sighed and gave up.

"That's it, I'm out," he said and dropped his hand. They were playing a new game he had found instructions to online, and the brunette regretted ever introducing it to his teammates. He always lost. Tyson huffed and got on his knees, reaching his neck in a mock-attempt to see Kai's hand.

"Oh come on, are you in or are you out? We don't have all night!" he complained. Max looked at him.

"What are you gonna do later?" he asked. Tyson blushed and sat down.

"Nothing. I'm just getting really tired of his procrastinating. Wake up, Kai! Do something!" he sighed. Kai lifted his annoyed, dangerous glare at the pony-tailed boy, who gave him an adorable grin and flustered slightly.

"Pretty, smart, generous, wise, sexy Kai, do something?" he tried sweetly. The Russian lifted a brow ever so slightly, his attention returning to his hand. He didn't want Tyson to notice his blush. Max was rocking back and forth in boredom.

"Kai, what are you gonna offer? You don't have any chips left," he informed, as if the others hadn't noticed that yet.

"Well, you know the rules; you have to give a piece of clothing if you're lacking chips. Permanently," Kenny said. Kai frowned. He knew he was going to win. There was no doubt about it, so no matter what he would offer, he wouldn't really loose it for good. Still, he didn't like the idea.

"I have an idea; hand in your underpants. Those have got to be worth a few hundred bucks on eBay, unwashed," Tyson suggested. Everyone stared at him. He blushed.

"What? I'm not making this up! They're offering even more for Rei's! We've got insane fans, is that my fault?" he defended himself. Slowly, the others stopped staring at him. Kai ran his fingers against the silky texture of his scarf thoughtfully. Max's eyes widened.

"Hey, hand in your scarf!" he suggested. Kai started and hesitated. His scarf. Granted, his hand was brilliant, but… what if, for some cosmic, mysterious reason, he would loose after all? One of his friends would own it. He figured he'd be able to buy it back for a small fee or favour, and made up his mind. He opened the knot and let the white raw silk cascade down into his lap, revealing his strong, pale neck and throat. Tyson grinned dreamily and blushed. He covered his face with his cards quickly. He'd have to stop staring.

"Alright, everyone has placed their bets, now it's time to see what we've got," Rei said and put his hand down with Max. Kai unceremonially revealed his hand, making Rei, Max and Kenny gape. Tyson smiled mysteriously, hiding his cards. The others looked at him, and Kai got an unpleasant feeling.

"I am so… so… sorry, Kai," Tyson said slowly, revealing his superior hand. The others stared at it. It was freakish.

"The statistics said there was a chance of one against 132 of getting a hand like that," Kenny muttered in awe. Tyson smiled devilishly at Kai and bent over, grabbing the scarf and slowly, slowly, pulling it towards himself along with a piece of Kai's very soul. The dual-haired teen stared in outrage as Tyson sighed and ran the scarf through his fingers dramatically, then hooding it over his head. Max and Rei laughed at the hood. Kai felt sick. His scarf was not meant to be ridiculed like that! Tyson let the garment flow on his shoulders and beamed at his captain.

"Feels nice. I can suddenly see why you like it so much," he said. Kai tried to gather his composure and bit his tongue.

"Right. As fun as this has been," he said dryly, "This is getting old. Give it back to me." Tyson blinked in surprise and grinned.

"But you lost it to me, Kai. It's mine now," he cooed. Kai took a deep breath.

"It's a stupid card game, Tyson. That scarf cost hundreds of dollars. Give it back," he said. Tyson stood up and walked to the mirror, admiring himself. He flicked the scarf around his neck in a grand gesture. Then he looked at Kai through the mirror, his eyes glinting.

"That's why you want it? Because it's expensive? Don't think so. If that's it, just buy a new one. I think you're emotionally attached to your scarf," he said. Max and Rei tried not to smile, but Kenny felt a bit nervous, like every time these two bickered. Kai looked dead serious.

"This isn't amusing, Tyson. Give it back," he said. Tyson's gaze pressed down on the white silk, caressing his neck and shoulders with it. He let it slide down his back. Kai felt his throat tightening.

"Do you really think you're going to get something if you won't even admit you want it?" Tyson asked. Kai felt his cheeks heat up angrily and looked away. He couldn't understand why Tyson's words affected him like this… and yet the tone he spoke in was completely innocent, like it usually was. Kai knew it had to be all in his own head. It just had to. Tyson turned around and wrapped the scarf around his neck.

"I'm tired of playing cards. Who wants a soda? I know I do," he said cheerfully and went in the kitchen. Rei and Max exchanged confused looks and Kenny started to gather the cards up. Kai grit his teeth. Suddenly he got up and followed the champ. Tyson took a can out of the fridge.

"You want one?" he asked. Kai halted next to him, crossing his arms and fixing a glare on the shorter teen. Tyson popped the drink open.

"What do you want, Tyson?" Kai asked. The bluenette took a sip and turned to him.

"I won, the scarf is mine, deal. You should take it as a lesson not to always be so overconfident," he said. Kai snorted.

"Coming from you? Give me a break. What do you want in exchange for the scarf?" he asked tiredly. Tyson smiled and leaned closer.

"I want you to admit you… like it," he said. Kai's eyes widened.

"That you're fond of it. That it means a lot to you. That you're attached to it," he continued. Kai narrowed his eyes.

"That's a load of bull," he growled. Tyson mock-pouted and straightened up.

"Whelps, if that's the attitude you're gonna have… But you should think about what words you use right in front of the scarf. It's been with you for so long, it might get hurt by your harsh words," he said. Kai balled his fists and leaned in close.

"I am not amused, Tyson," he growled. For a fleeting second, Tyson was sure Kai would grab the scarf and choke him, from the ice-cold look in those maroon eyes. The dragon let out a nervous laugh and backed up. He tightened the knot around his neck, so it would be very difficult to open, but still leaving him room to breathe. He put his hands on his hips. Kai glared at him. Neither spoke. The only thing breaking the silence was the fizzing of the soda.

"Tyson, I'm gonna go get a few things from the market, wanna come?" Max yelled from the living room. Tyson smiled.

"Sure thing, hang on a sec!" he yelled and passed Kai. Suddenly the captain got a devious idea. He grabbed the end of the scarf, forcing Tyson to an abrupt halt before he reached the door.

"Wah! What the he…" Tyson turned around, "What do you think you're doing?" Kai was smirking darkly, the other side of his lips turned up. He looked like a predator.

"Have I ever told you about… Russian tradition, Tyson?" he mumbled, venomously deceitful. Tyson blinked and paled, shaking his head weakly. He didn't like this. He didn't like this one bit. Kai's smirk revealed his teeth and he rolled the scarf around his fist, slowly pulling Tyson closer. And closer. Tyson swallowed hard. Kai pulled his face right in front of his own, his gaze rolling down slowly.

"There's an old way, it has been passed on from generation to generation. There's no document of it, only the old, original Russian families know of it. It's called…" Kai paused for a second to think, "Borat." Tyson stared at him with big, blue, awing eyes. It almost made Kai chuckle out loud.

"What does it mean?" Tyson whispered. Kai lidded his eyes and leaned in close to Tyson, his breath caressing the younger teen's lips.

"Promise," he whispered. Tyson was captivated by Kai's magnetic appeal, lost in his dark eyes.

"Uh huh… what kind of promise?" he mumbled. Kai's gaze dropped down and he wetted his lips.

"To be my wife," he murmured.

"To be your… WHAT?" Tyson nearly jumped away in shock.

"What did you say?" he yelled. Kai turned serious.

"I gave you my scarf, and you tied it around your neck. That means you accept my proposal," he explained. Tyson blinked in shock, not knowing what to think.

"But… but… but I can't! I'm not a girl! And you didn't tell me this was some kind of… Why didn't you tell me!" he yelled. Kai frowned.

"I asked you time and again to give it to me, and you refused. It's a sign. Now that you tied the knot tight around your neck, the deal is sealed. We're going to get married," he explained. Tyson stared at him in disbelief, his face turning dark. He opened his mouth, but Kai cut in first.

"And as far as your gender goes, we can always adopt. Back in the old days, if the wife happened to be unable to get pregnant, the man would use another woman to conceive. The means will be more modern, but other than that, the tradition holds." Tyson was starting to regain his lost gift of speech.

"Have you gone insane? We can't get married! It's a stupid scarf! I had no idea what it meant! And if you knew, why didn't you just tell me what it meant and I could've said no?" he huffed. Kai shook his head grimly.

"It's tradition. We believe you die in a violent accident within a year if you warn the person," he explained. Tyson's eyes narrowed and he balled his fists.

"You're about to die in a violent accident right now!" he growled, strutting to Kai. The taller teen yanked the scarf down suddenly, and Tyson flopped down on his knees.

"Ow! What was that for?" he huffed. Kai smirked.

"You're mine now. Did you forget that?" Tyson sat up and glared at Kai.

"If you think you're just gonna treat me like a frickin' lapdog, you've got another thing coming, Kai!" he grumbled, his face dark red. Kai flicked the end of the scarf, looking slightly amused.

"Not lapdog. Wife. Or babutska, as we say," he reminded. Tyson took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to calm down. Kai was out of reach for reasoning. There had to be another way. It couldn't hurt to try.

"What do I have to do to be free again?" he asked, on the verge of losing his patience. Kai blinked and raised his brows at the teen.

"Simple. Give the scarf back," he said. Tyson looked shocked. Suddenly the pieces started to fall in place. He realised what was really going on here. Well, two could play this game. He got up slowly and dusted his pants.

"Well, looks like we're getting married, then." Kai's eyes widened in abrupt shock, but he got himself under control quickly. He was not going to let Tyson beat him. Not like this. He'd show him.

"Good," he said, yanking the scarf, "Let's go tell the others the… good news." Tyson gave him a sugary smile.

"Let's." Kai looked sour and walked out of the kitchen, pulling Tyson behind him by tugging at the scarf gently.

TBC…

A/N: Obviously Tyson doesn't know any Russian in this, so I just made up words that sounded familiar