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Chains of Love	By : Cepheus Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1176 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cepheus: well, I promised no Mpreg, no deathfic and no depression. You’ll soon see what I mean and what the prologue was all about. I am sorry if many of you were sad about the last chapter... I myself was. I have also to add I wasn’t so prone to put this fic up, because it’s pretty shocking what happens from now on, plus you may not like it. I have the fic sort of planned but a few twists would be ok... just have a go at it.

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Rating: M!

Summary: A stranger came. He has to save them before it’s too late -just like it had been for him. But it isn’t gonna be easy. Will be Tala/Kai.

Warning: YAOi inside. flames will be used to work fireplace and not even looked at if about YAOI. Not just yaoi but disturbing scenes as well.

Disclaimer: If my name was Aoki Takao, then maybe but since it’s not, :-P I don’t own the songs played at the disco neither.

“talking”
‘thinking’
“(talking into other languages)”
//dreams sequences, flashbacks, memories//

Chains of Love

Chapter 01: Seducing Kai

Chaotic.

There was no better word to explain what that place was.

It was chaotic.

People running, screaming, laughing, dancing or drinking -or as disturbing as this can sound, it all together- under tiles light that flashed from red to violet, to blue, to green, to yellow and to red again, giving the people dancing, people with no faces, no names, crowding all around until they could be distinguished no more, an ethereal glow as they moved, and danced at the addictive and alluring beat.

Many wore piercings, many others were tattooed on some uncovered part of their bodies -and surely enough many others were tattooed where no one could see- many wore leather clothing and almost all of them looked like they were enjoying themselves greatly.

It was a pub disco, nothing too dirty in both meanings, but still something not suitable for under nineteen, twenty of age... let’s just ignore the many younger teens scattered around, please.

It was a big place, one of the most famous and known discos of the city, and you had to be cool to be allowed in. In the early morning you could go and dance at old music, in the afternoon they let out various type of music, and in the late evening until the morning after, they used to play pop, disco -in the week ends- rock and such. Right now, ‘Somewhere I Belong’ from Linkin Park was playing at top volume.

There was a first counter with at least fifteen females and males serving drinks to people, with shakers to mix various alcoholic beverages expertly, and at its right where the pub opened into a circular space, there was the dancing floor, the place where people ended up, willingly or not.

It was in the middle, surrounded by seats that somehow were separated from it by vases of exotic flowers and plants and by little walls of stone. At the counter there were at least thirty people, and no one of them looked older than twenty-four, twenty-five. The counter seemed to go on forever, curving where the wall did an angle, with hundreds of red satin seats before it.

On the opposite part of the disco there was a large and long corridor that showed stairs that led to the first floor, where in different rooms -filled with people- other kind of music were played during the night; down the same corridor, passing before the W.C. and a closed door, there was a short ante-room, separated from the other lounges by a sort of curtain of silk look-alike, that lead to a quiet little room with half dimmed lights.

Inside there were a few loveseats and armchairs, where the ones tired of dancing could go to sit and rest a little, to chat with others, or to have some time for themselves and their lovers. Right now it was empty, but this was expected, it was still early.

Just before the corridor there was another counter, and since it was a little far away from the main dancing floor, it was emptier than the other one. A man on his early twenties, a really good looking one, was serving drinks to the few standing there.

The counter near the dancing floor was on the other side quite populated, so the crowd surrounding the rest of the disco was quite enough to give them privacy because of the chaos and the music.

A lilac haired teen, smirk always present on his lips, huge glass of vodka in hand -from which he took a sip every now and then with as much coolness as he could muster- stood casually leant on the wall near the dancing floor, staring with complete satisfaction at his surroundings, especially towards the bar, checking once a while if his targets were still in sight.

He was dressed with a silverish sleeveless top with dark violet strands so tight it was leaving little space to imagination, his sculptured abs outlined under the thin fabric. A dark belt with steely studs held up a pair of baggy black pants that looked like smooth silk, a chain hanging from it down to the left pocket, where the teen’s hand was placed; on his left arm just below the shoulder stood clear a scary looking tattoo.

The lilac haired teen was very proud of his tattoo, even if he was forced to hide it all the time -or else he would shock people to death. He had the idea to tattoo himself with a falcon dawning on a tiger but then, it would be way too obvious and his intentions would be clear to anyone to know -he wouldn’t risk this. So he settled down with a something harsh, and he found the idea of a skull with a sword inside its top really appealing.

The only one to know was Spencer, and this was because he caught him whilst he was being tattooed...

Ok, now Tala and Kai also knew, but this was acceptable. They weren’t gonna complain, not at all -or else he would threaten both...

Cool black and red shoes and black leather necklace completed his appearance, having him rassemble a sophisticated rich teen who was enjoying his night out.

Clear lilac pupils trailed over some guy’s ass once then turned to the drink once again.

It couldn’t be better.

Next to him stood a similar young man, with dirty blonde hair, who was dressed with green sleeveless shirt and metal chains at his wrists and neck; dark green pants loose at the belt, brown shoes and a silver belt completed the attire.

Eyebrow elegantly raised at the crowd, Spencer stared, enjoying the music just as much as he enjoyed this trip to the disco. Too much time passed ever since their last fling, he’d missed this. His clear eyes were darting around, watching the people dancing, but he would never join them -he would never admit to anyone he liked to dance, much less he was capable to.

Once he did dance, but he attracted too much attention for his own liking so he decided he would reduce his dancing time almost to nothing.

The lilac haired teen finally sipped the last bit of his vodka and turned straight away towards the waitress, asking for another while Spencer shook his head in disbelief. This was Bryan’s third drink ever since they entered the place, and this had been half a hour before!

“(Bless places like this,)” Bryan commented lifting his refilled glass with a solemn expression. “(I will make sure that in the end Kai and Tala will develop some social skills!)”

“(Look who’s speaking,)” Spencer mumbled under his breath, and luckily Bryan didn’t catch his remark.

“(What about some vodka? it’s not as good as our Russian one is, but...)” Bryan offered the glass, which Spencer politely rejected, “(I don’t drink,)” he reminded his friend.

“(Oh, yes, that,)” Bryan smirked, “(what a shame, don’t you think?)”

Spencer decided to stay silent. He remembered too well the circumstances that forced him to stop drinking, and he was grateful it never happened again...

Bryan smirked some more, “(I am sure they will work out! Let’s have some fun now that we are in Japan!)”

Spencer looked with some kind of shock -mixed with cockiness, but just barely visible- at his mate before rolling his eyes and turned to the farthest wall, the one on the other end of the room.

A figure stood there, his hands too holding a glass of vodka, whilst azure icy eyes stared in disgust and mistrust at the surrounding people.

Tala? Social skills?

...

It just amazed him, how things worked out in the end.

Right after the tournament against BEGA and the Justice Five, all the teams split up again, finally freed from Boris’ presence forever. Brooklyn, who Spencer thought was ready for some good group therapy, indeed turned out to be a really nice guy, and he was taken care of from Garland, the one obsessed by martial arts. The orange headed freak couldn’t be any more nice than he was already, and even Kai had to admit he wasn’t this bad after all.

As for the Demolition Boys, aka Blitzkrieg Boys, aka NeoBorg -they really had to stop changing names- they went back to Russia once more, where Ian was waiting for them. The lil’ guy almost killed them the moment they stepped out the airplane, complaining about how much he missed them, and how much he wanted to trucidate them since they left him in Russia whilst they enjoyed themselves with the awesome battles.

Yes, enjoyed.

Hm.

Anyway, two weeks later, Tala convinced them to go back to Japan. It was obvious for all of them -well, with the exception of poor Ian maybe- why he wanted to... there was someone there he wanted to ‘woo’, for lack of better words... and it was a certain someone with slate hair and crimson eyes.

Not that he said this aloud... but it was clear to Bryan and Spencer that Tala felt for Kai something more than simple friendship. It was just that he showed his attraction is unusual ways. When around Kai, Tala acted like the big fool he was, bragging about himself and such, all cocky and ego inflated.

Maybe it was because, in all his life, Tala never ever loved someone. He could feel care, just what he shared with his team, but never love. That was why he did not know how to act around Kai.

For someone who lived in the Abbey most of his life, the red haired blader was a very active guy, and every time he could escape Boris’ attention to go outside and enjoy some spare time, he would. Pubs, discos, places in which he could get good music, alcohol, and some nice guys to stare at; before meeting with Kai again, his sex life was very active too -males only, he was not straight- but when the slate haired teen entered his life again, things changed.

Tala was completely in love with him, and swore he would have Kai love him back one day. Not that he wasn’t serious. Tala loved Kai deeply, and this feeling developed from their childhood friendship, to their partnership during the Tournaments, until the events that took place during the BEGA tournament.

Tala would kill anyone who tried to hurt Kai.

Unfortunately, Kai wasn’t exactly the smart one when speaking about love, or feelings in particular. He could be pretty dense, instead. Being forced to live in an Abbey for the first years of life, then turned under the control of a grandfather that cared only about power, and who carved young Kai’s mind to concentrate only on tournaments and training, Kai was pretty oblivious about love matters. Bryan knew this without having asked it to him, Kai was still virgin -despite being eighteen. Bryan himself, Spencer and Tala lost their own in the early ages of puberty, while Ian... well, he was still too young and dense.

Ahem, but still, Kai was yet to be introduced, and Tala flirtatious way was just aggravating things. Would he understand that? Oh, nooo. Never.

Tala stopped going to discos during the time in which Kai was not around, maybe because he couldn’t concentrate, but that did not mean he wouldn’t have some good time here and there... he just stopped being social, and he never had been the type who liked to dance -the only thing he searched in discos and clubs -yes, he entered in them as well- were alcohol, company and music.

He did not like people, if this makes sense at all.

And yet, when Bryan proposed the old group to have some nice time all together, Tala was the first to accept, and even helped Bryan and Spencer to convince Kai to join, the slate haired teen being the hardest one to convince. He never went to a disco before, even if, with his looks and his attitude, he would be worshipped in any of them.

Just picture a hot guy, with no whatsoever knowledge of social life, being thrown inside a pub. he would be instantly in the middle of everyone’s attention and lustful desires.

Spencer had to admit this disco wasn’t bad, even if the ones he used to go in Russia were far better than this one.

Or maybe he was just too demanding... they had not to pay, because Hiwatari’s owner was well known around and he got in for free... aaah, had they know this before...

Anyway, as he stared at Tala he felt a smirk play on his lips. Tala was acting like someone who got bitten in the ass, and this was all because of Kai.

Kai refused to move from the spot near the door of the pub ever since the first moment they stepped inside.

He said he felt slightly nauseated by the crowd, and he had no intention to go deep inside, only to be trapped without possibility to left -he would have the moment he saw where they were taking him, but Bryan made him promise to wait for them.

The blond haired blader wondered how Bryan could be so optimistic in thinking he could turn the cold, anti social and clueless Kai into a disco lover, when the said teen refused to even step near the dancing floor, but then again, maybe it was the vodka he downed.

Easy for him, he wasn’t the one who was going to explain to Ian why they went out without him once back at Kai’s. He wasn’t the one who was going to explain Kai why they told him they were going to a bar when they instead took him into a disco.

Speaking about Kai, it was a while since he spotted him, and even if he was denied the sight of the entrance, he could easily tell he wasn’t there anymore.

Oh, well, maybe Bryan was wrong, Kai would never become addicted with discos, and Tala would never stop acting like a big fool.

Staring at his companion, Spencer couldn’t but sweatdrop seeing him order a fourth vodka.

At least it looked like Bryan was enjoying himself.

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The music was so loud he could hardly form thoughts in his mind, but he cared nothing.

He was in a very bad mood right now, and even if he tried to ease up he could not, not knowing his love was somewhere around there and he wasn’t with him.

Being the way he was, Tala was divided between a lot of different urges. The first was to stop being such an asshole and start enjoying the night; the second was, fuck off with everything, and go find his Kai.

But the third, the stronger one, was to just stay there and continue give grumpy glares at every poor soul that would try to approach him.

He gulped down his fifth vodka with a grimace -it was fairly untasty compared to the ones he used to drink back in Russia- and motioned to the girl at the bar next to him to refill his glass once more. He cared nothing about ending up drunk, especially since he could tolerate a high level of alcohol in his blood.

He drank since he was eight, and he used to go around at night ever since thirteen.

Right now, remembering how happy he’d been when Bryan came to him saying he would take them all in a pub, he couldn’t but grimace; if only Kai was a little bit more cooperative, but no, the slate haired angel wanted nothing to do with a disco!

...

Sipping his sixth glass of vodka Tala reflected for the first time in the night about Kai’s reasons to stay outside the crowd of the disco. He ended up realizing Kai hated big crowds and he wasn’t used to such environment.

‘Maybe I’d been too stupid, I could use the opportunity to stay with him alone...’

To think he dressed up this way to have Kai finally realize he existed...

Looking down at his attire Tala wondered with himself once more what was so wrong about his outfit or himself that Kai still couldn’t take the hint.

He was dressed in a mix of white and black, two of his favourite colours. He had a white turtle neck shirt that was a little tight, but not to the point of being uncomfortable, and it was almost transparent -but you still could not see anything underneath; then there was his black leather jacket, and black slightly tight pants, which ended where the black shoes started. He’d a white belt and a silver chain with a sort of cross at his neck -it was an orthodox cross. They sold it together with the shirt, and it was cool to see, so he decided to keep it.

His hair hung a little lose, not too much -otherwise it would have seemed girlish- and he looked hot and sexy.

He was hot and sexy, and he was hot and sexy because he wanted desperately to impress Kai. The slate haired teen acted as if he saw nothing, all the hints Tala gave him, all the things he tried to draw near to his beautiful angel, nothing worked.

Maybe Kai just didn’t love him like Tala loved the Phoenix.

He couldn’t just go and tell him, not even with all his cockiness, because if Kai didn’t love him back, then it would end up ruining their friendship, and it would kill Tala to lose Kai forever.

Once or twice Tala wondered if Kai wasn’t just clueless about the whole situation, or dense, but he soon evaded the thought -it couldn’t be, obviously, Kai had to know. He couldn’t be a virgin, for God’s sake. Not Kai, not with the body he was gifted with.

Looking at Spencer at the other side of the room Tala caught his stare, and finally made up his mind. He was going to enjoy himself, no matter what, he would start looking for Kai and would bring him into the dance floor, and would show him how to dance, and he would act like a good friend.

He knew that maybe Kai needed a little more time, and he would give it to him.

Smiling brightly he unstuck himself from the wall, downed in one go the rest of his vodka -which was half of the glass- and clearing his throat he moved towards the entrance, determined in finding his love and having the good time they both deserved.

With Kai it would not end with a night of passion, a one-night stand like with all the others. Kai was important to Tala, and the red head would make sure to protect and make happy his slate haired beauty.

Registering which song was being played, Tala let a smile appear on his lips. It was ‘Rich Girl’ by Gwen Stefani feat. Eve. A good song, it demanded you to dance.

He tried to reach for the entrance, but it was easier said then done -now that it was starting to get late more people were coming out to dance, not just on the dancing floor but also near the counter, and the people standing there to talk, yell, laugh, drink, kiss were blocking the way.

Music playing around him, asking him to join the dance, lights flickered, but Tala ignored it all, concentrating just on his task of retrieving Kai. While avoiding bumping into people -almost impossible- he finally caught a glimpse of the two toned hair, but the second he lifted his hand up to attract the Phoenix’s attention, someone appeared from behind him, an elbow finding his way towards his ribs, and in a flash with a ‘hooof!’ he was on the floor, half trampled by many, many, many people.

“(K... Kai...)” he chocked out, lifting a trembling hand towards the general direction where he saw a glimpse of his love, as someone sprinkled a glass of something rather smelly over his head.

But there were just unknown people dancing around, and he was still stuck on the floor.

And... the thing under his hand was probably a chewed gum.

Damn it all.

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Deep violet eyes blinked twice as they stared curiously around.

It was messy, it was chaotic, it was confusing, with music playing loudly -he did not recognize the song by the way, but this was expected- people dancing and messing around, multi coloured tiled lights on and off.

It was great. Damn great.

Ah, he could give up all his things for a night spent in a disco, drinking and fooling around... but he had duties to take care of...

... that reminded him, he wasn’t supposed to be here, but outside waiting.

Yeah, he wasn’t supposed to enter the disco, he was presupposed to stay outside and wait for his friend to show up.

He felt no guilt arising -he knew there wouldn’t be, he was way too overbold to even feel that way about his usual doing, but still.

Gavriil would kill him, but thinking about it again, the dark haired teen was ten minutes late so...

‘Gavriil has to know what happens when he leaves me alone. Especially if Gavriil disposed us to meet before a disco’.

The name of the beautiful teen standing in front of the entrance, looking with a sort of glint at the people around him, was Haru. He was very proud of his name, that meant ‘Spring’, but it always looked to mild on him anyway.

Haru could be a name for someone calm, reserved and shy... instead he was the very opposite, and was proud of this.

Nothing could ever keep Haru from going into a pub if had the possibility, not even the short time they had before it happened. It was just the way he was, and he did not regret it, because he completely liked it.

He knew this was his mission and he knew it was dangerous; it was a matter of life and death, and they had to act fast if they hoped to get rid of the problems and return home... but it was Gavriil who was supposed to search for their targets, it was Gavriil the one who did researches and it was him who said, ‘Haru, just leave it to me and meet me at the mail street near to the pharmacy at eleven o’ clock’.

And again, it was Gavriil who was late -it was already three past eleven and he wasn’t there, and no one could keep Haru outside a disco if he spotted one.

Obviously he could have waited some more, but... what could be better than waiting in a disco? The man at the entrance told him he was dressed ok and he let him go in.

The meaning of ‘dressed ok’ was clear to any and everyone. He wore a pale blue shirt with neckline, the colours flashing under the shining light as if catching it and loose blue pants with blue and black shoes, and his red long hair, that reached his back shoulders, graced his face giving him a seductive look. It did not look girlish on him, on the opposite, he was told he looked hot like this. A few strands of hair fell before his face, but he was used to them and did not brush them away.

A silver chain, so thin it looked like the thread of a cobweb, shining under the lights, was at his neck, attached to a little silver pendant shaped as a sword, not to mention the lizard shaped earring on his right earlobe.

Deep violet eyes that appeared as if hiding both mischief and cockiness stared around at the place once more, and decided it was maybe a little more chaotic than he would have liked -but he wasn’t going to back off.

Looking at the quieter part of the rooms he decided he would go there and have a drink while waiting for Gavriil to show up -it would do no harm, besides this way he would punish the older teen for being this late. Just one, or two, alcoholic drinks would be enough.

Smirking he passed a huge group of young teens all staring down at something with interest, but he decided not to stop -he wanted a drink and he was going to have it, no matter what.

Finally succeeding in leaving behind the crowd and the chaos he sat down at the counter, grinning seductively at the young man who was serving a drink to a girl, and ordered a strawberry spiced vodka. He usually liked the plain one, but right now he longed for something sweeter.

Looking around, his eyes fell on a person who was slowly drawing near, slightly downcast, and could just stare in awe, mind blank.

There it was, the sweet taste he was asking for.

The said teen -he couldn’t be older than eighteen- was a God in the body of a human being. First of all, he’d the body of a God, with outlined abs, but not too much, not to look all muscles. Also he looked delicate, he moved as if he was dancing, as if he was floating on air instead of simply walking.

Breathtaking.

A blue shirt with a deep neckline let Haru see his uncovered neck and part of his collarbone, a really sexy appearance; equally blue pants hung loose on his frame, giving Haru the impression he was thin, but not skinny. On the right wrist of the apparition there was a silver bracelet, and he was wearing a silver earring shaped as a water drop.

The hair of the fallen angel were of two tones of blue, darker on the back, clearer on the front, with bangs hiding his eyes, and strands gracing his face.

Drop dead gorgeous.

Haru was to the point of drooling, and he only managed to close his mouth to prevent himself from doing so when the eyes of the teen pointed towards his direction, showing they were of a deep crimson colour, bright and burning with some kind of internal fire.

The teen must have realized he was staring, because a light blush appeared on his cheeks as he took a seat to the counter, asking the guy a vodka.

“Hey,” the red haired teen leaned towards the slate haired beauty with a seductive smile, brushing away a few strands of hair that fell on his face.

The blush persisted on the teen’s face as he looked behind himself in light confusion, then realizing it was him the red haired one was talking too, he cleared his throat.

“I’ll pay for your drink, hot guy,” Haru let a smirk grace his lips, conscious of his own attractiveness, and took his own vodka, eyes not leaving the form of the god at his side.

Said god blushed a bit more and shaking his head he took a sip of his vodka -plain and icy- trying to avoid looking at the red haired teen. But Haru wasn’t going to let go this easily.

“How come you are here and not up there, dancing and showing up your hot body?” he asked, amusement hiding the seriousness of the question.

The teen choked on the vodka and coughed lightly, before looking in uneasiness at Haru with wide eyes, “I...” deciding to ignore the last part of the question, he continued a little more steady, “it’s the first time I come here and I... don’t like that place too much”.

Haru was kinda surprised but hid it well and continued, drawing nearer the other teen, whose blush seemed to deepen.

“It’s a little too chaotic for me, too, I usually like places like this, but I am used to have a lot less mess than here,” he replied, seeing the other tensing up at his proximity but he merely took another sip, “but don’t think I am one of those freaky people who live for dancing and creating havoc... even if I’m fond of discos, I love quieter things just as much...”

The other teen looked at him and appeared to have relaxed, if only a bit, but he was still tense. He really didn’t like the crowd and the people, maybe he felt he was suffocating and needed air.

Haru had to repress the urge to give the teen air in the only way he could -by kissing those entrancing lips. He had to bit his lip to stop himself, and wondered it the teen would have accepted an ‘offer’ of this kind from him. Nothing bad into trying.

“Oh, maybe you would like to go somewhere, I dunno, quieter?” he pointed towards what he knew was the way to the priveé, there was one in every good pub, or disco; there he could get to know the god of beauty some more... He could see little with the light flashing, but Haru knew there would be a little concealed room, where the armchairs and loveseats could be a perfect place to stay. “You surely look like you can’t stand anymore the noise”.

What his smirk and tone of voice intended to hint lost itself inside the teen’s angelic face -he looked like he’d suggested the most intelligent thing of the world. But in his eyes there was nothing else, no trace he understood the underline meaning.

Just plain innocence, Haru was good in reading expressions...

Haru wondered, if this was the first time he entered in a disco, if the teen was still...

Couldn’t be, he was too damn hot to still be...

“I really tried to enjoy this place, but I can’t, I am used to stay in quiet places and I don’t like that much crowd,” the slate haired teen admitted as he and Haru evaded as much as they could the crowd, and entered the corridor and the ante room, finally passing through the transparent curtain and reaching the priveé. “I am not used to speak with complete strangers like that, neither, nor to end up this... close...”

But it was clear he was feeling better now that the music and the crowd were left behind.

Haru’s eyes lit up, so it was indeed true, the guy still was...

“Were you in need of some quiet as well?” the teen asked sitting down, brushing away his blue hair from the face, unconsciously looking sexy and hot that way.

And he was clueless, as well. Oh, God, how could such a creature exist?

“You are truly an angel,” Haru breathed, drawing near the teen, a sly smile playing on his face. “A sexy angel” he added, making the other blush once more.

“W...” the slate haired beauty tried to speak, but was silenced by one of Haru’s fingers, as the red haired teen slowly moved so he was hovering onto the younger teen.

“You are...” Haru licked his lips, continuing his seduction.

The slate haired teen swallowed hard and at first tried to push the older teen away, but Haru did not move, just settled better so to keep his own body over the other’s, hands taking away the vodka from the guy’s hands, placing it on a table near the armchair.

“What...” the beauty tried again, but once again was silenced, this time by Haru’s lips coming over his. At first they just rested on his own, then Haru licked slowly his upper lip, followed shortly by his lower one.

The shock was so great he stilled, letting Haru the opportunity to intrude into his mouth with his tongue, ravaging it. Without him knowing it, the slate haired teen moaned, dizzy by the fierce of the kiss.

The world was spinning around him, as Kai -obviously it was Kai- tried to have a grip on what was going on.

The kiss... his first kiss... was overwhelming. Incredible. The sensation of those warm, hot lips over his sent sparkles through his whole body, and it was reacting in strange ways he did not recognize.

He moaned again, the red haired teen over him smirking in the kiss, but looking nowhere near to stop it.

It felt so strange and pleasant, soft trembles making him shiver, as he tried, attempted to end it -or was it to deepen it? he did not know, he was feeling light headed...

In the end, finally the red haired teen retreated, but just a little, so to let him take his breath, lungs burning up with need. A different need though was flaming through Kai’s body as he panted, deep blush on his cheeks.

The guy was... beautiful, but what he was doing to him was unknown.

In a flash he remembered Tala -the guy had red hair just like him, and this could be why he felt so surrendered now- and the way he acted around. Tala was used to do things like this, and maybe, Tala wouldn’t go with Kai just because he had no experience.

If he let things proceed with this guy, maybe he would be worthier Tala’s time and attention, maybe if he mastered this ‘thing’ as well, Tala would notice him...

He’d let the NeoBorg lead him into a pub -first time ever- he’d decided to try and accept the crowd, the loud music, the suffocating area, just because Tala was familiar with these things and looked like he loved them.

If he could learn something more, then, maybe...

Violet eyes stared deeply in Kai’s own, as the older teen spoke in a husky whisper, “are you ok with this?”

Kai gasped loudly and moaned again, as the crimson haired guy licked the side of his neck, sucking a spot on his collarbone that sent a sudden urge he did not recognize through Kai’s frame. He wanted something, something more...

The pleasure...

One of the teen’s hands brushed against his groin and he gasped once more, blood rushing both in his face and downwards, making him pant, the air around him suddenly too hot.

“Y... yes...” he shuddered, closing his eyes briefly.

All thoughts forgotten, even Tala, as the red haired teen continued his ministrations, filling Kai with pleasure he never knew it existed; he’d thought he would be the one... well, the one...

A sudden kiss on his lips, the other’s tongue ravaging his mouth again, as his hands roamed on his body, was all it took to Kai to lose completely control of himself.

“Please...” he begged, without caring about how weak he sounded. He cared nothing, he surrendered completely to the expert hands of the red haired, violet eyes teen above him, who smirked in satisfaction and proceeded with discarding the clothes of his angelic prey.

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Cepheus: shocking chapter. But I assure you it was intended... this is gonna be TalaKai! You will soon see I am the sick one when it concerns fiction writing... and please note that this was not rape. Kai was willingly, and he knew what was happening, well, sort of.

Next chapter, we’ll see some more of Kai’s thoughts about this, and we’ll introduce new charas.
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