Halo! this fic is quite slashy, so if you don't like, don't read. For the others, ENJOY! I couldn't really figure out another pairing that would fit like this one...

Disclaimer: Yeah, sure, for all you people that are twisted enough to believe that I own Beyblade---You keep believing that I do.

Rating: So M, its not even funny. oo;;

Chapter: 1!!! -;;

Author: Unirthlee!!

"…K—Kai…" My breath hitched as the blunette trailed a hand down my thigh, his finger tips creating spirally patterns in my black pants. It was clear that he wanted them off just as much as I did. A smirk chilled at his face as he stared straight at me. I couldn't actually believe that this was really happening! Those crimson eyes were playing me up and down and man, was I falling for this. I was falling so hard. All Kai had to do anymore was glance in my direction with those eyes, and I was a puddle at his feet. And throughout the summer months, it had just gotten worse. With Tyson gone on vacation with his grandpa, and Max in America with his mom, it was just me and Kai. So of course I started to realize things about Kai that I usually wouldn't have noticed... Starting with his body and working on down…

"Rei?" Oh, geez, his voice was so damn haunting as he looked into my eyes, waking me from my trance. Within the past few moments, we had gone from standing beside my bed, talking innocently (me babbling like a buffoon at his heels), to now— we were tangled upon the sheets, our bodies splaying perfectly against one and other, and sadly, all of our clothes still on. But then again, we had gotten this far with a simple conversation, who knows how far we could get in a few moments…

Kai's legs were suddenly around my hips, throttling my waist, and I was left to stare up into a perfectly seductive face. Lips were on mine as the blunette touched a hand to my face, and I gave into his body. Could this be going any better?! There had to be someway to preserve all of this, make it never go away…

"Rei…" I had barely noticed the few inches that Kai had suddenly put between us, but the chilled finger tips that were playing at my collarbone were a bit harder to ignore. He stared down at my chest, looking like a lion ready to pick apart a dying antelope…but in a good way. I was panting slightly now, arms to my side. Within the past seconds, I had found the denim material of Kai's thighs and had begun to stroke the stretched fabric, making him shudder into me. Oh…yes. He had obviously had enough of waiting, for the Russian was now attacking my neck, lips and tongue ravaging savagely over my bare skin.

I tilted my head, closing my eyes, and pressed my cheek to his. "uuhh…Kai..." my arms went around his lower waist, fooling with the waistband of his jeans, and his fingertips had taken to doing the same. We had had enough of games, now we wanted some real action. Those same chilled fingertips were now all along my stomach, making me shudder and groan against him. "Kaaaiii…" The Russian snickered softly against my skin, still trailing those lovely kisses down my neck, beautiful hands now trailing below my waistband. My legs curled around his. His knees were digging into my hips. We were both panting like animals… This was too good to be true…

BEEP BEEEP BEEEEEEPPP!!!

"Holy shit!!" I was thrown from my bed suddenly, hands flying out instinctively to grasp ahold of that damn snooze button. Nearly crushing the alarm clock in the process, I slammed off the annoying 'beeps' with a punch of my fist, and sunk back into my covers. My sweaty and lonely covers.

"uuuhh…" I groaned in the sad realization that my Russian was anywhere but here, and that same reoccurring dream had just taken me as a fool once more. It would seem that by the ninth time, one would know from the get-go that it's all too good to be true.

I ran a hand through my wet mess of black hair, and re-closed my eyes. Why did it have to keep getting better and better!? Couldn't the dream just end somewhere and become a reality??

Ha. Here I was, kidding myself again.

Rei Kon, world famous beyblader could never (I repeat) never! Get team mate and CAPTAIN; Kai Hiwatari to step into bed with him. It was impossible…

He was probably straight anyway, I mean, you just don't find sexy, quiet, perfect guys like him and have the wonderful luck of figuring out that their gay too. That just isn't my luck…

And if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be this way either! It wasn't like I was always…fruity. I had never taken a liking to any other guy before him, and even that took a year and a half of painful reconciliation.

Best get up and get a shower before Sexgod comes on in here and sees you… I nearly shuddered at the massive amount of insults that would come flying my way if Kai were to figure out I was dreaming about him. Unable to help myself, I groaned once more and slunk out of bed, stumbling towards the closed door. Forget the shower, I mentally sighed, just get something to eat.

My room was pretty much barren except for a bookcase and few other items of wood, and that was mostly a good thing; I probably would have tripped over something with the amount of wobbling I was doing to regain my balance. Not only that, but I had a killer headache. "Coffee…I need coffee." I muttered, cracking the door and slipping outside to the warm hardwood floors.

There was the distant dripping of a coffee machine to guide me to the kitchen, and the soft and luxurious smell of…cinnamon buns?

No friggin way, Kai can't cook!?

But sure enough, there on the counter was a baking sheet of the iced pastries—and beside it, looking ever so slightly out the window, was Kai Hiwatari. He had one half eaten cinnamon bun on a little plate, crimson eyes ignoring it aloofly .

A small chill ran down my back at the very sight of him, hair shielding and framing his face, shoulders back in perfect posture, the rest of him clothed in jean and a white tank top. And suddenly his gaze met mine. "Took you long enough," he looked away, voice bored with an edge of ego. "They're probably cold now."

Did he make these for me? I blinked back to the baking sheet, "you made these, Kai?"

"Uh-huh."

"Oh...um…for, uh…"

Kai's eyes narrowed a bit as his head tilted back to mine, "For you?" he shrugged nocommentarily, "If your hungry, I don't really care. There's extras." And he went back to staring out the window.

It was so unKai-ish, but then again…so much like his none characteristic, cold self. He had never ever made anything for me, though! I was awed! So, I took one, grabbing a plate as I went, and sunk my teeth into it.

Sure, it was cold, but sooo good! I sunk into a seat beside Kai and nibbled away.

"Rough night?" I could almost see the smirk that was playing up Kai's face. He just had to be so damn sarcastic, didn't he? If only he knew how rough it had actually been.

"Uh…yeah." was there really an actual answer for that?

"I came in at eight, and you were tossing like you were on fire." Kai replied icily. If I hadn't known any better, was that a hint of concern in his voice? Right now i was to shocked at the knowledge that the Russian had even cracked open my door, let alone come in.

I blinked and finished up the pastry, grabbing for a napkin.

"Yeah, well…erm, interesting dream." I managed. Damn it, we're out of napkins. Do we ever have napkins! I sighed, sticky hands in air and leaned back in my chair. One by one, I licked away the icing in a quick manner.

"Hmm…" Kai replied, voice closer than it had been before. Was he watching me lick my fingers? Sure enough, as I turned my head, the Russian's characteristic crimson eyes were stuck on me, watching my mouth very closely. And maybe it was just my warped mind, but was he ever so slightly—leaning closer in?

Well…This is odd…

Was it good enough to go on?? Please don't make me beg for your input... ; . ;