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Weapon	By : SatansFaith Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 729 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Weapon Chapter One



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Okay, this is a KaiTala ice-hockey fic. There is Yaoi, and hints of Yuri. I
repeat - EXPLICIT YAOI! YAOI HATERS GO
ELSEWHERE!!

My first idea while writing this was PWP, but then I got about a quarter way
through this chapter, hit something, and didn't want to stop. And it became a
PWP with plot. It is now a fiction about Dominance and submission, with
(hopefully) enough information for those of you who think its all whipping and
pain and humiliation. It isn't, that's S&M territory, not D/s. But anyways,
here is a brief description of the positions.



Net minder: The net minder's primary task is simple - keep the puck out of his
own net. Offensively, he may start his team down the ice with a pass, but
seldom does he leave the net he guards. (For short, this guy will be called a
goalie; dunno if you use that word in America but bleh! I'm putting it in
anyway!)



Defence: These players try to stop the incoming play at their own blue line.
They try a break-up passes, blocked shots, cover opposing boards and clear the
puck from in front of their own goal. Offensively, they get the puck to their
forwards and follow the play to the attacking zone, positioning themselves just
inside their opponents blue line at the "points".



Centre: The striker on the ice, the centre leads the attack by carrying the
puck on offence. On defence, he tries to disrupt a play before it gets on his
team's side of the ice.



Wings: The Wings team-up with the Centre, on the attack, to set up shots on
goal. Defensively, they attempt to break-up plays by their counterparts and
upset the shot attempts.



The Officials



Referee: Black and White striped shirt with Orange armbands. The referee
supervises the game, calls the penalties, determines goals and handles
face-offs at centre ice to start each period.



Linesman: Black and White striped shirt. Two are used. They call offside,
offside passing, icing and handle all face-offs not occurring in centre ice.
They do not call penalties but can recommend to the referee that a penalty be
called.



Goal Judges: One sits off-ice behind each goal and indicates whether goal has
been scored by turning on a red light just above their station. The referee can
ask his advice on disputed goals, but the referee has final authority and can
overrule the goal judge.



Official Scorer: The Official Scorer determines which player scores and credits
assists, if there are any. He may consult the referee, but the scorer is the
final authority in crediting points.



The players:



Net minder        Crimson Phoenixes:
Steve
-           Ice Wolves: Dunga

Right Defence    Crimson Phoenixes: Lee
Chan
-           Ice Wolves:
Johnny McGregor

Left Defence      Crimson Phoenixes: Rei
Kon
-           Ice Wolves: Tala
Ivanov

Right Wing         Crimson Phoenixes:
Garland
-           Ice Wolves: Bryan
Kuznetsov

Left Wing           Crimson
Phoenixes: Brooklyn       -
Ice Wolves: Spencer

Centre
Crimson Phoenixes: Kai Hiwatari
-            Ice Wolves:
Michael Parker



These are the main characters for the Crimson Phoenixes and the Ice Wolves,
there are about 12 subs, but I'm going to ignore the frequent changes in hockey
and keep it as all the same, okay? The subs are never brought into this game.
Too many players, not enough Bladers who I can see playing hockey.



Three Oc's are mentioned in passing, with brief conversations, but it's not an
OC centred fic. However, Faith Ivanov -whom I own- plays centre. Jemma Scott
and May-lin Kyuuka belong to My Harlequin Romance. Jemma plays Right Wing, and
May-lin plays goalie for the girl's team, The Pirates.



Once again - EXPLICIT YAOI! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, LEAVE!!!!



You've been warned. Don't like, don't read, don't flame, don't report, don't
bitch.



Summary: "You have my heart, my soul, my body and my will until the day
You tire of my undying devotion." What happens when a submissive
becomes independent? How will Kai reclaim Tala from the opposition? AU KaiTala





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The soft hiss of metal slicing smoothly through ice was drowned out by the
usual sounds of a practise well done. The boys spoke in groups of two or three
as they skated out of the rink and into the locker room, certain members of the
team bursting into laughter and slapping one another's backs as they trooped
inside.



That was all but three males, who were located to one side by the benches where
the coach sat during the games and practise.



The first was the tallest, though currently the shortest as he sat on the
bench, staring at the two panting youths above him. His hair was a royal blue,
the bangs partially obscuring his russet eyes from view. His arms were folded
and resting on the guard railing, and though his posture was of someone who
just wanted to fall asleep, Hiro Granger was wide awake and gazing analytically
at the two remaining players.



Michael Parker, captain of the Ice Wolves, was and was not his main concern. True
that while the tall and rather broad redheaded American's game had never been
better, he'd noticed the boys wandering eyes. If he should leave it a while
longer, something else might wander. He was at this 'meeting' only because he
was team captain. The discussion about keeping his pants buttoned would be
brought up when his main concern had gone.



The second redhead, a little shorter and leaner than the first, was standing
with his arms folded across his chest, hockey stick resting on the railing beside
Michael's. Tala Ivanov had only been attending the school for three months, and
playing hockey with the Ice Wolves for two.



While Tala was a good player, fast and quick on the ball -or puck, as the case
was- he seemed to be having problems settling in with the team. For this there
were two reasons.



Number one being that his previous hockey team, the Crimson Phoenixes, had been
the rival team of the Ice Wolves. Reason two was that rumour had divulged Tala
was dating the Captain of the opposing team, Kai Hiwatari. Rumour also said
that the couple had broken-up two months ago, just before Tala joined the Ice
Wolves' team. Nobody knew what to believe and didn't dare pry lest the redhead
get volatile about it.



Hiro shifted slightly on his seat, still gazing up at the two who were staring
quizzically at him, and tilted his head back, offering the slighter redhead a
smile. "How are things going Tala?" Hiro suspected he would get the
same answer he always did when he asked this question.



"Fine."



'Should have known.' Hiro thought to himself. "Settling in alright?"



"Fine."



"Lookie here Tala, I'm going to be straight with you. I don't really know
or care how you're settling in. You know that don't you?"



"Yes."



Hiro hated that Tala only seemed to give one word answers, and multi-worded
insults. "Now I don't hold it against you that you were formerly on the
Crimson Phoenixes' team, you played with the school you attended, fair enough.
Neither do I hold it against you that you dated Kai Hiwatari, possibly the
human being I loathe most in this world."



Hiro detected a slight twitch above Tala's left eye and the redhead's cheeks
went taut and his lips narrowed into a firm line as he obviously refrained from
replying to this comment. Hiro knew that if he had been anything but the Ice
Wolves' coach, he would have received a nasty retort in turn to his observation
and minor dig.



"This said, I know you know things but are refusing to share the knowledge
with your new team."



"You mean the strengths and weaknesses of the players of Crimson
Phoenixes?" Tala asked calmly, arching a brow as he met Hiro's level
stare.



"Yes. Previous injuries, the weaker points in their offence and
defence..." Hiro coaxed soothingly.



He believed he might have made a break-through. Usually when he implied or
broached this subject, the redhead broke eye-contact until Hiro walked off or
dropped the topic, or on the odd occasion Tala had point blank turned his back
on Hiro. Now the redhead was answering and Hiro knew he had to approach with
caution.



"Most specifically about Kai Hiwatari, am I correct?"



"Right on the button Tala. You know him personally, he'd tell you if he
was feeling a little...off...his ankle, perhaps. Or maybe his ribs, his arm,
his shoulder...you know what I mean."



Tala smiled a little, nodding. "Yes, I know exactly what you
mean."



"Sharing this information would prove your loyalty to your team,
Tala."



"And sharing the information with you, Hiro, would be betraying my old
friends." The blue-eyed teen retorted icily and though he continued to
smile, the smile had turned as cold and condescending as his voice. "And
while I am loyal to the team, sadly I cannot share that information with
you."



"You do realise you won't be accepted until you've proved yourself loyal
to us?" Hiro asked, just as frostily as the redhead.



Tala shrugged. "Accepted or not I'll play, I don't prove myself to anyone.
If you and your team, however, wish to think that I'm trying to prove myself to
you, be my guest. It isn't true, but I can't stop how you think. Is that all,
coach, or may I leave now?"



Hiro gave a brisk nod and watched as the redhead picked up his hockey-stick and
skated off. He turned his eyes back to Michael, who was also turning to leave.
"A word with you Michael."



Though it sounded like a request, Michael knew it wasn't and turned back to the
older male, leaning on his hockey-stick as he met his eyes. "Sure
coach."



"How the hell can you be attracted to that?"



Michael laughed, shaking his head. "I like them fiery. You don't?"



"No, I prefer them compliant."



"Is that all?" Michael asked after a moment of silence, itching to
get back to the locker rooms and to the lither redhead who would be waiting for
him. Well...in Michael's eyes he would be waiting.



"No. I have noticed your interest in him, you know."



Michael nodded in a way that suggested Hiro continue his point, because he
didn't understand what the problem was. Tala was pretty, why wouldn't he be
attracted to him?



"Keep it in your pants." Hiro ended firmly, glaring into the oceanic
greenish-blue eyes of the American. "He's still branded as Hiwatari's
until he or Hiwatari confirm otherwise."



"Come on Hiro," Michael drawled lazily, staring at Hiro with
amusement and boredom, "do you honestly think Hiwatari would continue to
date him if he played for us? I do not think so, thank you. Besides, he needs
his ego kicked down a few pegs."



"As you do." Hiro replied waspishly, getting to his feet and folding
his arms across his chest as he stared threateningly down into the younger
male's eyes. "I want to knock Hiwatari off his high horse as much as you
but I don't want to have to use one of our own players to do it. You touch one
hair on that brat's head and not only will you have to deal with intensive care
on behalf of Hiwatari but I'll bench you when you get back and strip you of
your title as Captain, am I clear?"



Michael grit his teeth, glaring up at Hiro. "You're clear." He ground
out, his eyes following Hiro as he walked around the edge of the rink and out
of the main exit. "Damn asexual asshole." He picked up his stick and
went the way Tala had gone, entering the locker room moments later.



Most people in his position wouldn't have dared to enter a shower room with a
bunch of men who hated his guts, but Tala didn't care. Hate him or like him,
didn't matter, he would continue to play hockey, and if they didn't like it
they could kiss his ass. He tilted his head back, letting the warm water caress
his face, eyes closed.



Certain members of the Crimson Phoenixes, most likely Garland, Steve or Kai,
would have made a jibe at him for turning his back on the other members of the
Ice Wolves in the showers, but he knew they wouldn't try anything. They hated
him, yes, but he knew that they knew that when he wanted, he could hit hard,
with or without a hockey stick.



And in the showers, there was one target that never failed and was not
protected by a cup as it was during the game.



Tala lowered his head and opened his eyes, blinking a few stray drops of water
from his long lashes. Oh yes, there was only one person he need worry about
trying to attack him in the showers and that would be Michael Parker. Luckily
for him, he doubted the other redhead's willingness to perform such an act in
public.



He heard footsteps behind him but didn't bother turning around. Probably
another threat coming his way about the game tomorrow. He'd been receiving them
all afternoon and all of yesterday and they were beginning to grow tiresome.



However, when a rough hand began to caress his lower back his head snapped
around, eyes poised in a glare. Not even Kai had had
the nerve to touch him in the showers when he'd been a member of the Crimson
Phoenixes -unless, of course, he'd initiated it- and so he wondered which
member of the Ice Wolves had a death wish.



When he saw it was Bryan Kuznetsov, he turned his body fully around, arching a
brow curiously. He decided he would refrain from hitting Bryan for the moment.
He would knock down the lilac-haired teen's manhood and pride first, and if he
persisted in touching him...well...Tala would not be held responsible for his
actions. "Yes, Kuznetsov? Was there something you wanted?"



Bryan allowed his eyes to trail Tala from head to toe, liking what he saw. He
knew Michael had yet to return to the locker room, and therefore this was his
only chance with the younger Russian. Michael had made it abundantly clear to
all of them - the redhead was not to be touched by anyone other than him.



Bryan let his hands land on the wall beside Tala's head and moved closer,
pleased when Tala leant back against the condensation covered tile walls, a
shiver rattling the lither body as it made contact, though the other Russian
folded his arms across his chest in an attempt to hide the reaction. Bryan had
seen it however, and smirked.



"Quarter finals, two years ago, you broke my ribs." He informed
lowly, feeling the gazes of the other players on him and the male leaning against
the wall, but he didn't pay it any mind. He dipped his head down to the
redhead's ear, smirking. "You owe me."



Tala knew that the others could hear this little conversation perfectly well
and felt his stomach tighten. But it wasn't in fear, oh no. He was anything but
afraid. He was enraged. How dare Kuznetsov think he'd let him away with
this? Instead of showing his anger he smirked, fluttering his eyelashes for a
moment before speaking.



"I do? I'm sorry, I didn't realise." His voice was embarrassed and
mildly sweet. "I would have paid you back sooner had I known. What exactly
do you have in mind?"



Bryan's smirk widened and he looked to Johnny from the corner of his eye as he
heard the darker-redhead snort a laugh. His eyes swayed back to Tala, who was
staring up at him with a look akin to innocence on his face. "A blowjob,
right here right now, ought to do it. You only broke one."



The others were shocked when Tala laughed, he could see it on all of their
faces and in all of their eyes. He levelled Bryan with an amused stare, his
smirk widening to reveal a pearly white canine. "I do apologise Kuznetsov,
I thought you meant something else there. I would blow you though,
really, but unfortunately I have an automatic response to bite down on anything
that enters my mouth. And if I gave you a blowjob...well... I'd owe you
something else."



Bryan sneered at Tala, eyes narrowing into a glare as he heard a few snickers
from behind him. "You bite huh? I figured a bitch like you would be into
pain. Then again I guess that would explain why Kai's voice was always a little
higher than deemed natural."



Tala swallowed back a growl, hating that he still felt so protective over Kai's
honour and pride, and his smirk turned into a coy smile as he worked his eyelashes
once more, easing himself against Bryan. He almost shivered with disgust as he
felt the other's body against his but managed to control his natural reactions,
letting a hand smooth down Bryan's wet torso. He saw Michael stepping into the
showers but ignored the half-verbal half-noise of protest he made, trailing his
hand lower.



Bryan looked over his shoulder, smirking smugly, as he heard the noise and gave
a half-assed shrug at the look of wrath Michael sent him, before turning his
eyes back to the redhead who was tracing invisible patterns on his hip with his
fingertips, still smiling up at him.



Tala feathered his fingers lower, gazing up at Bryan with blue-eyes filled with
naughty promise. As he reached midway down the older male's rock hard thigh he
paused, before snatching Bryan's balls roughly and giving a sharp twist,
smirking at the high-pitched squeal that escaped the usually masculine sounding
Russian in front of him.



As abruptly as he'd grabbed he released, watching as Bryan cupped his now
aching balls in his hand, glaring darkly at Tala, who remained pressed up
against him. "You're one to talk Bryan." He murmured, his voice low
and sultry as he stared up into eyes the colour of the moon.



Without another word he brushed past Bryan and moved into the locker room,
grabbing up a towel from the shelf beside the entrance as he went. He stopped
before his locker and slammed his palms onto the cool surface, closing his eyes
as he hung his head, trying to calm himself down.



Damn that bastard Kuznetsov. In fact, damn them all. Wasn't it bad enough he'd
been forced to leave his friends, a place he knew and was comfortable in and
lose his boyfriend, without them either coming onto him or giving him a hard
time?



Yes, the rumour was true - he had broken up with Kai. Oh sure, the schools were
near enough to each other, they practically lived in the same apartment, they
had gotten along well and liked the same things...but as soon as Tala had
informed his ex-boyfriend of his desire to continue to play hockey - that was
it.



Kai said no and that's what was supposed to happen. Kai said he wasn't going to
play for the Ice Wolves, and the matter was therefore final. Kai said he should
jump off a bridge and damnit he better find a boulder now.



That was the way their relationship had been. Kai said something, he nodded in
agreement and that was how things happened. Kai said what was happening and
Tala went with how Kai said things were happening. He had never noticed it
consciously in the past, but subconsciously he had known the whole time and
went along with it.



He went along with it because Kai was seme and he was uke and when he obeyed
Kai it made the bluenette happy. When Kai had begun to hurt him he hadn't
minded...in fact, he'd enjoyed it. The first time he hadn't, but the second
turned out to be much better than the first.



Then again, in saying hurt he didn't really mean hurt. There was
a very fine line between pleasure and pain, but if you had a Dominant who cared
about you and was able to put you directly on that line, you discovered an
exquisitely painful pleasure that could drive you insane if your top left you
on that line too long.



The Dominant had to tip the scales evenly all the time, sometimes allowing his
submissive to fall into one of the sides before assaulting him with the other
and forcing him back onto the line, caught between the two extremes and lost in
passion and hate and love.



Kai had been a very good Dominant. There had been times Tala had loved the
torture so much he had hated Kai, and others where he had hated the
gratification so much he loved him.



Sex was a very complicated issue, with or without pain.



Then again, Kai had always told him there were three kinds of subs, and that
Tala was a natural submissive and he was greatly pleased with that fact, and
that true submissives were hard to find. As Kai called the three types, there
were - The Poser subs, The Abused subs, and then there were The Real
subs.



The technical terms for these three were - The Sexual submissive, The
Psychological submissive and The Natural submissive.



The Sexual submissive (or as Kai called them The Posers or Bottoms) are the
kind of submissives into D/s only for the sexual gratification derived from
some of the acts. Once there needs have been sated they no longer feel a need
to submit to surrender any of their power or control and carried on with their
lives.



The Psychological submissive (or Abused subs) are the group which contains many
of the masochistic submissives. They are into D/s for the pain, punishment and
humiliation inflicted upon them by more sadistic Dominants as well as the D/s
aspect. Many abused people often end up in that category and are not actual
submissives but may have emotional problems which keep them in a 'victim' mode
because of previous experiences.



And then of course there was his group -according to Kai- the Natural
submissives. The people who just seem to have been born submissive. It goes
beyond all aspects of BDSM and is considered just a normal part of their
makeup. It's their nature to long to please others and readily relinquish their
personal power and will with little to no urging from their Dominant.



Turns out, Kai had always known of his submissive tendencies. And it was so frighteningly
scary, because even though Kai was too young to even understand the word
'dominance' or 'submission', something inside of him obviously knew the
difference between the two, which he was and which those whom he surrounded
himself with were.



It seemed that as soon as they had met in 1st grade, Tala did whatever Kai
wanted and in return Kai protected him and took care of him, giving him a glare
that said 'don't you dare' when Tala would look at a weak branch and wonder if
it would snap were he to climb on it, or when he thought about hanging upside
down on the monkey bars.



And when he himself had realised his own submissive qualities when he was
twelve he had shut it away inside himself. He had discovered it made him
susceptible. He found that his own reactions to authority and his natural
instincts to please people were much different from his peers, and he
intuitively knew that his feelings would make him very vulnerable to people who
might want to take advantage of his nature.



And so he broke away from Kai for a time, building up his walls and his fake
appearance of being in control of himself, all the while being lost and
confused within himself, not knowing whether he was worse pretending to be in
control or if it worse to return to Kai's side, where he would be protected
from those who would want to harm him.



But Kai stayed away for a while. The bluenette seemed to sense that there was
some inner turmoil within the year younger redhead and allowed him the space
and time to try and discover himself. But on his thirteenth birthday Kai had
returned, cornering him in the kitchen. Demanding to know why Tala had avoided
him.



Tala had submitted so easily to Kai in that moment that it had returned to the
way it had when they were children. Tala had stuttered out an answer, claiming
not to have been avoiding the broader boy, who had not bought this excuse and
pressed their bodies closer, glaring down at him in an almost hurt manner.



Kai had then asked why Tala would lie to him. Why Tala would think lying would
make Kai less angry when it only made his anger worse. Kai didn't want Tala to
lie to him. He wanted the truth and Tala better reconsider his answer quickly
before Kai lost his temper and left him for good.



The threat of desertion was enough. Tala quickly apologised and told Kai that
he had felt bad, that he didn't want to ignore Kai, but he had been forced to.
Kai had wanted to know what had forced Tala away from him. Tala had shrunk
further back into the wall and away from the bluenette, who frowned at this
show of blatant fear.



But Kai hadn't backed off, only moving closer to the lither boy, lifting a hand
and brushing it down his cheek in an unfounded display of affection. Kai had
shushed and soothed with soft words when Tala had whimpered in fear of this
contact, lovingly stroking the soft ivory flesh as they gazed deeply into
starkly contrasting eyes.



Do not ever cower from me.



Those had been Kai's exact words.



Do not ever cower from me, he had said in a voice so obscure, firm and
yet gentle it had startled Tala into complete silence. Kai's eyes had been
filled with knowledge he could not, should not have known, and yet he did. Just
do as I tell you. Kai had leant towards him, feathering soft kisses across
his cheeks, his tongue flicking out to lick away the tears sliding down his
face. As I know you crave to.



A satisfied sound came from low in his throat, reflecting the voice Kai would
have in his later teens when he had finished, resting his forehead lightly
against Tala's, gently shushing the younger once more as he saw the fear
blazing behind the melting ice in his eyes. Don't ever feel you must be
afraid of me. Kai's hands holding his cheeks, forcing the younger to keep
eye-contact for once in his life.



Tala feeling the soft heat of Kai's forehead leave his, only to feel an even
softer brush on his forehead, and then another, and another. I only want to
protect you. Kai's hands falling from his face to wind around the lean but
already curving waist of the younger male, tugging him closer as he continued
to bestow kisses upon the afraid and unsure boys forehead. To love you.



A whimper slipping from Tala's parted lips as his breathing began to increase
at the promise in Kai's voice, at the soft kisses that were now on his cheek,
his eyes fluttering closed and he pressed his body more firmly against Kai. He
had felt Kai's lips curve into a smile against his skin. Not a smirk of
self-importance or of triumph. A smile of true approval at this first and minor
submission.



Sadly, I cannot claim you. Kai's lips moving away, blue eyes forcing
themselves to open to meet the smouldering crimson pair before him, a small
whine of protest that didn't even begin to show his disappointment to those
words. On instinct alone he lowered his head to Kai's broad shoulder, nuzzling
his face into Kai's neck, breathing in a scent so foreign and yet so desired
and captivating he felt his own lips brush against the throat speaking to him.



Submission cannot be taken, or it isn't true submission. Fingers
ghosting through his hair, a strong palm rubbing his lower back. I can't
have you unless you give yourself to me.



I want to. Three words, so much simpler and intimate than 'I love you',
spoken with naive and yet worldly trust as he burrowed himself further into the
deceivingly strong and protective arms around him. Those arms had tightened
with a possessive force Kai had never shown him before, and he was instantly
desperate for more.



Then tell me. Kai had ordered beside his ear, breath tickling the
sensitive shell and bringing a moan from Tala's throat as he felt his knees
begin to weaken. Give me the words I have longed to hear and that you have
longed to speak.



Tala had tried to, opening his mouth to say them only for nothing to come out
but a few small clicks as his suddenly parched throat began to constrict and he
felt as if he would suddenly cry. He swallowed and tried again, but nothing but
the smallest sob of fear and desire passing his lips as he held more tightly
onto Kai, wanting to tell him but for some reason unable to.



Tala? ...Tala? ...Tala...?



"Tala?" Michael repeated for the fifth time, knocking on the other
redhead's locker, which seemed to bring him back to himself as the head turned
slightly to the side so that ice blue met ocean green. "You okay?"



"Was thinking. What'd you want?" Tala asked in return, deliberately
avoiding the question. He was too submissive to ever think of lying, Kai had
worked that bad habit from him -which he figured he should have been grateful
for but wasn't- and so he did the only thing he could, and that was to distract
the American.



Michael shrugged a little, allowing his weight to rest on his right side, which
was pressed against his own locker, trying to keep his eyes up. Sadly his will
was not quite strong enough and he allowed his eyes to sway downwards, taking
in the expanse of soft pale skin and lightly muscled body of the other redhead.
"Well first of all I came through to see if you're alright..."



Tala thought this would end in Michael letting him know that he had noticed
that Tala had not answered his question and he automatically turned his head
forward, eyes dropping to the grey rubber-tiled floor. Whenever Kai had caught
him changing subject or lying in the past he would receive a punishment. And
while he had sort of enjoyed Kai's punishments, he somehow knew he wouldn't
feel the same about Michael's.



It turned out his fear was completely groundless as the American's face split
into a broad grin. "...secondly I'd like to suggest putting your towel on
and straightening up, unless someone less of a gentleman than myself should
come through here and decide your current position is an invitation..."



Tala lifted his head before looking at his body and his cheeks tinted a pale
pink as he realised that he had not put his towel on -too intent on his
anger- and that he was practically begging for some unwanted attention
in his almost-fully-bent-over position against the lockers. He took Michael's
advice and straightened up, quickly wrapping the towel that he still held
around his waist and knotting it before giving a small nod of thanks, not
looking at Michael as he opened his locker door. "Was busy thinking."
He reiterated.



Michael nodded in understanding, his grin decreasing to a supportive smile.
"Yeah. I figured when you didn't hear me when I said your name the first time.
You chill out a bit?"



"A little." He agreed. "Was there a point three?"



"Yeah. Point three was that you should keep your hands to yourself."
This said, the American turned to his own locker and opened the door.



Tala couldn't help but shake his head. He felt like commenting upon how Michael
should keep his eyes to himself, but didn't. It was well known amongst men, and
all in all nothing more than common courtesy, that while in the showers you
kept to your own personal space and didn't check out the guy in the next stall.
Same as when you were taking a piss - it simply wasn't done.



And yet it seemed Michael couldn't help himself, staring at him whenever he got
the chance, naked or otherwise.



Turning his eyes back before him he yanked open his own locker, reached inside
and grabbing his training bag. He slammed the door closed quickly; hoping
Michael hadn't spotted the piece of paper on the inside. It had been fine
having said piece of paper in his old locker, everyone knew about him and Kai
and the pair were still together. Here, in this locker, it would only bring him
trouble.



He moved over to one of the benches and dropped his bag on it, opening the zip
and pulling out his t-shirt. He tugged it on over his head quickly, mentally
deciding that the sooner he left, the better. He didn't want another
confrontation with Kuznetsov, or anyone else for that matter.



His boxers and jeans were the next to go on, and he slid first his boxers on
then removed the towel from his waist and pulled on his jeans, feeling
Michael's eyes on him the whole time. He grabbed his boots out and slipped his
feet into them, keeping his eyes off of Michael as he began to lace them up.
"Something on my face Michael?"



"Of course not, a face such as that is too pretty to have something on
it." The American replied smoothly. "I was just noticing how shy you
are."



"It's hard not to be when you have someone you barely know watch you
undress and then get re-dressed Michael, especially when his intentions are
anything but honourable." The blue eyes glanced up briefly to check the
older redhead's reaction, only to find him looking over his shoulder and into
the showers.



"Yeah, I'm sorry about Bryan. He's a little...well...he's a little
something." Michael shrugged broad shoulders before pulling up his jeans.
"But he's a good Right Wing."



"Sadly Bryan's skills as Right Wing are no where near as honed as
Garland's." Tala mentally cursed himself, wincing, as this comment slipped
out before he even realised it. He opened his eyes and looked to Michael
casually as he moved back to his locker, opening the door and quickly tugging
the piece of paper off the door, stuffing it into his pocket before dumping his
bag with his gear inside.



"Is that a fact?" Michael asked, his voice lacking any tone of
threat, but rather filled with curiosity. He pulled on his shirt and quickly
stuffed his own gear into his bag, moving towards his own locker.



"Yes, it is." Tala stated, belatedly closing his locker door. The
hair at the back of his neck prickled, his senses heightened as he felt the
other redhead's eyes still on him as he moved. Two broad hands suddenly landed
at either side of his head and he glanced briefly over his shoulder to see
Michael standing there, staring down at him with blatant desire in his eyes.



For some people, seeing someone want them so openly, this would be a turn-on.
Unfortunately for Michael it did nothing for Tala, he didn't like to see people
wanting him so frankly. Kai had looked at him with lust, but it was always
controlled. Kai would never show him such deep craving, because then Tala would
be assured of his power over Kai, and both of them knew it, though Kai had
learned this a little sooner than Tala.



Easily he slipped out from under Michael's arm, turning back to face him with a
smug smirk. "Tall people shouldn't do that to short people, it doesn't
work so well."



"How about this then?" The older and taller redhead asked, also
smirking, as he grabbed the lither redhead and quickly slammed him against the
lockers, pressing their bodies together as he stared down at Tala.



"Goddamnit Michael!" Tala felt his eyes clench tightly as a spasm of
shock shot up his spine. "What the fuck you doing?"



Michael seemed perplexed for a moment before speaking. "I'm trying to
sweep you off your feet?"



"That works better than the cornering but only if you want to break your
seducees back." The smaller redhead scowled good naturedly, managing to
keep his features blank.



Michael needed to practise that. Kai could have forced him against the lockers
without making him lose his breath. At least...without physically doing it.
Usually the look in Kai's eyes as he did it was enough to make Tala lose all
thought of breathing. "Can you...get off me now?" He managed to force
out.



Michael leant back a little, but did not back off completely. "One
question and I'll release you."



Tala couldn't help but think of the numerous ways he could get out of this
without answering Michael's question, but knew that any of those would result
in the loss of the only ally he had at this damned school, and so he sighed,
nodding. "Shoot." He felt Michael's fingers trace his cheek and
shivered involuntarily, the moment reflecting his earlier memory rather
vividly, only instead of Kai standing before him it was Michael.



"You and Hiwatari still together?"



Tala bit his lip, throwing his eyes to the far right corner of the room. He
didn't want to answer that question, and yet he probably guessed it would be
better to. If the team thought he was still dating Kai, that kept them
relatively away in a sexual manner. However, the downside of that was they
wouldn't trust him.



If he told, well...they still wouldn't trust him, and the molesting would
become more frequent...but what else could he do? "No Michael, we are
not." He reluctantly offered.



Michael nodded and, as he had promised, took a step backwards, allowing the
redhead his personal space. "But you're not looking for a replacement at
the moment." He guessed as he inclined his head at the door.



Tala shook his head as he and Michael began walking towards the training room
door. "No, I'm not. I'm very... choosey about who I date. There are some
issues involved."



"Issues?" The American repeated, though his voice let the younger
male know he did not require details, only confirmation that these supposed
issues existed.



"Yes, issues." Tala slipped through the door that the older male held
open before he reappeared at his side.



"I'm a pretty straightforward guy Tala, so I think you know what I
want?"



Tala gave him a wry smile. "Yes, I noticed." He nodded, putting his
hands in his pocket. He felt the backs of his knuckles brush the paper that Kai
had given him on the first day of their relationship. He idly wondered if Kai
still had the paper that he'd given the bluenette...



...and he felt his heart inadvertently twist in his chest as it skipped a beat
at the sad but true likelihood of what had happened to the paper. As soon as
they had broken up Kai had probably torn it up and thrown it in the trash, and
that was exactly how much he had meant to the attractive bluenette who had
never cheated on him, but was now probably screwing anything that offered.



He swallowed thickly, feeling the skin just underneath his eyes begin to throb
and swell, letting him know of the tears that were forming, as well as the
unpleasant prickle behind his lids. He glanced quickly at Michael, who was
thankfully not staring at him, and bit the tip of his tongue in an attempt to
silence any and all sounds that might escape his mouth.



If you can't speak the words Tala, write them to me. If you truly mean what
you have led me to believe, write it instead of speaking, and I will do the
same.



Kai's words rang in his ears, the words he had spoken when he discovered the
redhead's inability to offer his submission vocally. He'd seemed so
understanding, the crimson orbs filled with not only concern, but mild doubt
and insecurity. Most in his position, about to hand over their will and well-being,
would have had a change of heart if they had seen either of the latter emotions
in the bluenette's eyes, but they hadn't for Tala.



He believed that it was these two emotions that had made his hand take the
pencil and write out his submission on a yellow sticky note. Kai had shown his
inexperience with the situation and the fact that he was not as all-knowing as
he made himself appear to be years later. Kai had once said when he had
admitted the foolishness of using a sticky note for something the equivalent of
marriage:



It's not the paper that's important, only the words--

It isn't paper, that's the point. It's a stick note.



Tala shook his head as the voices whispered to him from some far-away and
happier time. His admittance had slipped out -as well as many others, like his
stealing of screws from school property- after Kai had allowed him to try his
first joint. Kai had usually forbidden him from trying one of Kai's favourite
pastimes for his own health. He had correctly guessed it was a treat for
behaving.



He'd said such an amount of crap and made an ass of himself, but Kai had
shrugged him off the next morning saying he couldn't remember what Tala had
said. The look in Kai's eyes told him otherwise and he was thankful for his
boyfriend's feigned amnesia, although he knew Kai wouldn't tease him about it
either.



Kai had given him such a dirty look for his display of wisdom towards the
difference of sticky-notes and paper, and Tala was also grateful his boyfriend
had refrained from punishing him for his interruption.



--fine Tala, it isn't the sticky note that's important, only the words
written upon it. "I take your heart, your body, your soul and your will
and make them My heart, My body, My soul, My will.
For these gifts I will repay you with My protection, My love, and My promise
that you will always belong to Me."



Tala fingered the piece of paper in his pocket as Kai recited the promise in
his mind, the promise he had written on a sticky note and which now lay in his
pocket. He remembered lying on the bonnet of Kai's car, their friends all
scattered between the backseats of their own cars, the forest and the lake,
Kai's protective and secure shoulder wrapped around his as they stared up at
the stars.



He felt a pressure on his right shoulder and his eyes snapped to the area of
this touch, but he saw nothing there. Blinking and refocusing his eyes forward
he continued to walk down the hall while in his mind Kai used his shoulder to
tilt his body to the right, so he was facing Kai, still lying down, and mostly
underneath him.



Then Kai had spoken the promise he had written, his eyes flashing the same as
they had in the kitchen when he had shown Kai how afraid he was of him, how
vulnerable he truly was, and how ashamed he had been of speaking of his
submissive nature as he hesitated in surrendering himself completely to the
older teen.



And this time, only a year or so after that day, he had returned his promise,
no longer ashamed of how much he needed Kai's love and protection from people
who would harm him. You have my heart, my soul, my body and my will until
the day You tire of my undying devotion.



And then Kai -in a blatant moment of elation- had psychically showed Tala just
how pleased he was on the bonnet of his car. And then two more euphoric orgasms
when they had returned home. Tala was very thankful that none of their friends
had returned and caught Kai with his mouth full, so to speak.



Tala paused when he felt something brush against his elbow and noticed Hiro
standing before him and Michael. He nodded, recognising instantly that it
wasn't him the bluenette was after, and turned to Michael. "I'm gonna head
home, see you in the morning." He bade before departing, heading for the
entrance to the school.



He fingered the sticky note once again as he walked, unable to help wondering
what Kai had done with his submission. He knew he shouldn't doubt the
likelihood of Kai shredding it, but he did. Why hadn't Kai returned it to him?
Since they had broken up the correct thing to do would have been for Kai to
return his submission, and for Tala to return Kai's protection.



Well...un-coincidentally he and Kai had not actually seen each other since the
day of their break-up, mostly due to his aim of keeping away from Kai merely to
eliminate the chance of him being swayed by the bluenette. He wondered if Kai
would give it back to him tomorrow, when meeting each other was sadly
inevitable. Surely the crimson-eyed Captain wouldn't want to keep it?



He shouldered the door and took in a deep breath, closing his eyes as he walked
down the three steps that led into or out of the school, depending on which way
you were going. He paused in his steps and tilted his head up, enjoying the
cool evening breeze that blew against his warm skin.



A shiver ran his up spine and he opened his eyes, seeing the first stars
appearing in the darkening sky and smiled. He liked night time, and he knew
there was a full moon tonight, so his evening was planned. Climb onto the roof
and just watch the stars shine and listen to the night time sounds and try to
forget all about Kai until tomorrow.



Sighing, he realised he'd have to do his homework and chores first, and
reluctantly began walking down the path, his eyes lowering onto the ground.



"If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you were trying to ignore
me."



Tala looked over his shoulder and swallowed, his eyes closing in a wince. Oh
fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK! What the hell was Kai doing here? Didn't
he realise his presence would only cause the redhead trouble?! "What do
you want Kai?" He asked wearily, opening his eyes as he tried to stare
through the bluenette leaning against his car instead of looking at him and
noticing how handsome he was.



The bluenette in question smirked slightly and nodded as if he'd been expecting
this response. "Thought I'd drop by, wait to see how many guys try to rape
me."



"Sure, good luck with that." Tala dismissed, shoving his hands
further in his pockets as he turned to leave, wanting at least a mile between
himself and Kai. The next words that left the bluenette -and the tone of voice
moreover- caused him to halt and turn back around, only to find his former
lover much closer than he remembered him being before.



"Never turn your back on me again Tala." The crimson eyes were
directly before his azure orbs, staring down at him, turning from angered to
amused. "You never know what might happen. You should know that better
than anyone."



"Yes, I should remember that your favourite way to do things is from
behind, while your opponent or victim least suspects it." He retorted
levelly, meeting the eyes he had cowered before so many times in the past
calmly. "If there is nothing specific you want from me, other than to
stand here and wait to see how many guys attempt to rape you, I'm leaving, I
have things to do."



Kai seemed to dismiss Tala's inclination to leave. "You've grown quite
rebellious in my absence, haven't you?" He smirked devilishly. "Sort
of reminds me of when you first left me. You managed to strengthen yourself
ever so slightly, but do not forget how easily I broke down that wall with but
a few words."



Tala grit his teeth in frustration and ill-hidden embarrassment at this
reminder, glaring up at Kai. "How could I?" He ground out, his fists
clenching in his pocket.



Kai's smirk widened, his eyes flashing predatorily as he clearly noticed the
momentary crack in the younger teens defence, but he seemed to refrain from
pursuing the matter for the moment. "And I just broke it again, with only
one sentence. Your walls got stronger, but still not strong enough to protect
yourself, lover."



Kai chuckled as he heard the redhead's teeth grinding together in obvious anger
and he shook his head, a hand reaching out to cup the younger teens elbow. His
hand was slapped away only a second after it made contact, the blue eyes before
him narrowing into agitated slits.



"Don't fucking touch me Kai." Tala growled, baring his teeth as he
pulled his other hand from his pocket, both now clenching and unclenching as he
tried to dispel his rage.



Kai had never been one to back down from a challenge, and while his former
lover had challenged him several times in the past few minutes, this was one he
was not going to accept. Lee had been right, he had spoiled the redhead,
indulged his whims too often, and now his redhead thought he had the right to
tell him what he would and would not do.



He moved dangerously close to the other body, one hand moving up swiftly to
fist in the soft crimson strands as he pulled Tala's head closer, glaring down
into the blue eyes. "And what do you think you'll be able to do if I do
touch you?" He asked in a deadly whisper.



"I nearly popped Kuznetsov's balls in the showers Kai, do you honestly
think there's some tie between us that'll stop me from doing the same to
you?" Tala asked in return, and while his voice was low like Kai's, it was
no where near as threatening. It was coy, bordering on being sickly sweet.



Before Kai could retort, he felt a hand brush lightly against the front of his
pants, a threat waiting to be fulfilled, and he smirked ferally, releasing the
redhead's hair and taking a small step back, folding his arms across his chest.
"Very well love, I will refrain from touching you."



"Wise choice." Tala nodded, also folding his arms across his chest
defensively. "Now what do you really want, because if I
didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to intimidate me."



Kai lifted a shoulder before dropping it, his eyes unashamedly roving the
redhead's body. "I was actually going to offer you a ride home, we have
things to speak about."



"I don't really care. Find a razorblade and go fuck yourself with
it."



The smirk fell abruptly. "I'm not into pain, and you know it Tala. Now do
not make me become forceful with you, get into the fucking car."



Tala's body shifted his weight on his feet, automatically about to respond to
the command before he restrained himself. He would not let Kai use his weakness
against him. "You know, it's awfully low of you to try and take advantage
of my nature like this Kai. Wasn't it you who said you'd protect me from those
who did? It appears you can't protect me from yourself."



"That was never part of the deal. When you agreed, you handed your
everything over to me and it became mine. Now, seeing as how you're still my
property, get in my car now, and I will not have to drag you, kicking
and screaming like an infant."



"You know, Michael's still inside the school. So's Hiro..." Tala
commented, waving one hand in a vague circle, his eyes meeting Kai's coolly. He
was pleased to see Kai's body bristle at the mention of the names. "And
Michael appears to have a thing for me...so I think if I screamed they'd come
out here to find out what the fuss was about, don't you? I think I could use Michael's
feelings to my advantage, and Hiro just hates your guts..." He trailed
off, a small smirk forming on his face.



Kai hissed in rage, his eyes flicking over his shoulder to look at the entryway
to the school before moving back to Tala. "You think I'm scared of either
and or both of them?"



"No, I don't, but I think they'd take this as you picking fights, and if
this was mentioned to Principal Balkov a certain Captain might not be able to
participate in tomorrow's game..."



Kai took a deep breath, trying to calm down his heartbeat and smother the rage
that was increasing every sense in his body. "Tala, I have and am asking
you nicely, get in the car. We need to talk. Unless of course you'd prefer to
stay here, where anyone might happen upon us and perhaps think that you're
telling me information that might be useful to my team in tomorrow's
game."



Now it was Tala's turn to make a sound of frustration, his own eyes travelling
to the door to the school. Sadly for him, Kai was right and this was the last
thing he needed. He closed his eyes in defeat. "Straight home, no detours.
When the car stops, so does the discussion."



"Agreed." Kai smirked, holding out his hand to the car.



Tala brushed past the bluenette, not daring to meet the smug crimson orbs as he
walked out onto the road and yanked open the passengers side door, getting in
quickly and turning to face the window. He would not give Kai the satisfaction
of seeing his shame in defeat. He heard the other enter the car and start it
up, the door slamming closed after the engine had been fired into life.
"So what did you want to talk about?" He asked, wanting this to be
over as soon as possible.



Kai pulled out, keeping one eye on the redhead, the other on the road, while he
pushed the button to wind his window down. "I just wondered what happened
with us. I mean one day we're fine, the next we're not, and then you ignore my
calls, avoid my visits to your place, change your account to one no one from
the team knows, all to avoid us."



"Not to avoid us Kai, to avoid you."



"What did I always try to put into your head Tala? For years? Keep the
hits above the belt."



"You don't." Tala reminded, glancing at his scorned lover from the
corner of his eye. "In fact, I know that you try to hit below the belt
whenever the occasion presents itself."



"Okay, we know you're witty, now start behaving."



"Or what? I don't belong to you any more Kai, I stopped belonging to you
when I broke up with you. And before you ask why, take a second to think
it through. I wanted to continue to play hockey, you said no. I asked why, you
said don't argue with me. I asked you again and you walked out of the house.
When you returned, I was not there, and it was as simple as that."



"So what you're saying is that if I had allowed you to compete against me
we still could have been lovers?" Kai enquired, his normally emotionless
voice tinted with anger.



"We would have had a better shot of staying together, let's put it that
way."



"No, no, no." Kai argued, turning to face Tala fully. "You said
the reason you broke up with me was because I didn't want you to compete
against me. So if I had allowed you to compete against me we still would
have been together. That's what you said."



"You're putting words in my mouth."



"That's not all that's been in your mouth recently, I'm sure."



Tala gave a humourless laugh, tilting his head to return Kai's gaze. "Is
that jealousy in your voice Kai? My, who would have thought someone as high and
mighty as you felt something as piteous as jealousy."



"My patience has its limits Tala, don't push me." Kai warned, turning
his eyes back to the road, seething. "Now that we've got the childish
insults out, do you think we can continue this conversation like adults or
should we just continue name-calling?"



"You started it, but fine. And for the record, nothing has been in
my mouth, ever, except yours."



"Outstanding." Kai murmured. "I would have thought you would
have tried experimenting even a little with someone else."



"I haven't, thank you for thinking me a slut though."



"I never said you were a slut, but now I guess I know why you didn't try
experiencing other men." Kai replied smoothly, turning a corner. "The
reason you didn't let anyone else fuck you was not out of some lingering
feeling or sense of loyalty to me, but because you felt it would make you a
slut."



"You're trying to put words in my mouth again Kai." Tala growled, his
eyes narrowing sharply. "But what about you? Are you returning Rei's
affection now that I'm out of the picture?"



"Maybe."



"Mmm, it wouldn't surprise me." The redhead answered calmly, not
willing to let Kai irk him with his vagueness. "First the cat-boy takes my
spot on the team, now he's trying to take my ex. I feel flattered, actually."



"You're very full of yourself."



"Something I picked up from you, Kai. Now is this all you wished to
discuss with me?"



"Do you still have it?"



The direct question caused him to falter for a moment before he nodded.
"Yes, I do. Do you still have it?"



"..." Kai didn't reply as he pulled into the driveway of Tala's home.
He killed the engine and turned in his seat, his body fully facing Tala and he
leant close, pressing his lips against the youngers, tongue slipping out to
probe at them, letting the redhead know of his desire.



Tala opened his mouth for only a moment before biting down on the tongue that
darted so carelessly into his mouth, yanking his head back, scowling.
"Nice fucking try Kai. You didn't answer my question."



Kai turned his head, spitting a mouthful of blood out onto the driveway before
turning back to face Tala, ignoring the coppery taste of pennies that filled
took over his senses from his bleeding tongue, glaring at the redhead.
"What the hell was that for?"



"You didn't answer my question Kai. Do you still have it?"



"No."



Tala swallowed thickly, his arms once again folding across his chest as he
stared at the bluenette who was glowering at him. "You don't have
it?"



"No." Kai repeated firmly turning his head once more to spit out of
the window. By the time he'd looked back he found Tala throwing something at
him. Instinctively he caught it, holding it tightly in his fist, as the redhead
sneered at him.



"There you go, lover. Save it for Rei." This said, the redhead
got out of the car and stormed quickly up the path to his house, throwing open
the door before slamming it closed behind him.



Looking down and uncurling his fist, Kai saw a yellow sticky note. More for
confirmation than anything else, he used his other hand to smooth out the
wrinkles created by his tight grip and felt a stab of guilt and pain in his
chest.



I take your heart, your body, your soul and your will and make them My
heart, My body, My soul, My will. For these gifts I will
repay you with My protection, My love, and My promise that you will always
belong to Me.

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There you go, chapter one all done. Please R&R, it took me a long time to
write this. The next chapter will be Kai-filled.
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