Passion

Well, glad to know some people like my ramblings.

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Gold eyes slid open as he blew a piece of black hair out of his face. Rocking back and forth, Ray’s head brushed against the ground.

“If you don’t sit up all the blood will rush to your head,” Mr. Dickinson chided the young Neko-jin, however he ignored him and continued to lay sprawled across the bed, his head towards the floor.

“That’s not a worry Mr. Dickinson,” Ray smirked. “I’m gonna take a walk.”

Ray got to his feet as he stretched, covering a yawn with his hand. When it came to going into heat it seemed he had the worst timing. He grabbed a pop from the fridge as he headed out of the room.

The tournament would start tomorrow, the one that would select the BBA’s new team, and possibly his new team.

There was a loud thump as he felt something hit him and he lost his balance, hitting the ground. The pop can rolled across the ground, nearly empty for most of it was on Ray’s clothing while the thing that attacked, or closer to it person, blinked his eyes confused as he looked at Ray.

Ray swallowed hard as the boy stood up and helped him to his feet. This was the last thing he needed, especially as his mind told him to jump this boy.

He was not bad looking, not at all, at least there was that. He had had sexual dealings with some ugly people. No, this boy still had a chubby face from youth, brown eyes wide and ready to take on the world and a mop of blue hair that was hardly considered organized all hidden under a baseball cap.

“Sorry,” the boy blushed brightly. In Ray’s mind he looked even cuter when he blushed. “Why don’t you come home with me so we can get you washed up. It is my fault.”

Ray’s mind screamed at him to refuse. He would never be able to stay anywhere with this boy and remain sane but his body screamed at him to follow. “Sure,” Ray forced a smile.

Joey twisted Iru back together and grinned at it. It had been his father’s blade so long ago but it was high time he put it to rest.

“Just one more battle Iru.” He smiled as he glanced into the bag by his feet, staring at the three custom built beyblades inside. His team, the Silver Wolves, wouldn’t be second rate anymore. Not with their new beyblades.

But he couldn’t think of that right now he reminded himself as he shook his head and yawned. First he had to get past Kai, the one who had been haunting his dreams since he had laid eyes on him.

Joey stretched as he glanced out the window at the setting sun. He would dream of Kai again, and he would enjoy it. He would dream of him until he had him and once he knew how he was he would leave.

That was the way it had always been even though day after day he thirsted for some one to love.

Joey sighed. Guys like him didn’t get love. They got used and abused unless they take control. That was the first lesson the street had taught him.

He stretched his legs out as he grabbed the beyblade from in his pocket. This was real joy, a new beyblade in his hand that he knew he could take the world by storm with.

Only one thing was left now. He had to defeat Kai and his Dranzer. He had to defeat the one man that made his heart pound like never before.

He would become the next champion. He had trained his entire life for the day that was quickly approaching. He would defeat Kai, even if it was the last thing he did.

“Uh here,” Tyson said as he gave Rei a long t-shirt but he hadn’t been able to find any pants that had fit the Neko-jin.

“Thanks,” Ray said with a nod as Tyson pointed him towards the bathroom.

As he shut the door Ray pulled the sticky clothing away from his body and slid on the shirt, pulling it down as he stepped out of the bathroom and handed Takao his clothing. The bright blush crept over his cheeks as he slunk out of the bathroom, the large shirt sliding of one shoulder and the bottom hem of the shirt showing off a peculiar feature, or at least a peculiar one to Tyson. It was a long black tail.

Tyson watched the other boy glance around and his own tongue licked his lips as Ray’s tail flicked back and forth, showing bit of his bare flesh.

Tyson had always been interested in men, ever since stumbling in on his brother experimenting with his best friend. Naturally he had been curious but Hiro wouldn’t talk about it. It confused Tyson that his brother had been so tight lipped about it and only learned that it was because of their father’s presence. Their father was a homophobe who had raised two gay sons. It had been hard for both of them every time their father came hard but not near as hard as when Hiro left and never came back.

“You hungry,” Tyson quickly asked, trying to get his mind off the tail and the shirt that showed just enough of the other boy’s long legs.

‘Sure but not for food,’ Ray’s mind said as he watched the effect he was having on the bluenette take hold of him.

Ray padded over towards the boy, slowly, his eyes tracing over his body. “I never got your name.”

“Tyson,” the bluenette said quietly and gasped as Ray grasped his hips.

“Tyson,” Ray whispered in his ear. His black tail flicked forward, ducking under Tyson’s shirt and sliding down his pants, the fur rubbing against the bare skin. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this but with his member aching and his body lusting after any warm body he had lost any ability to control himself.

“Tyson!”