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Carry On Dancing	By : Kali Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Carry On Dancing
- 1
Authoress’
Notes: This is the prize one-shot fic for Kirei_16
at my yahoo group, AnimeFirefics, for guessing what Kai’s numbers in Running
Scared meant. I’ve never written
the bar scenario before so this was new for me. *grins sheepishly*
This is also the result of listening to Savage Garden a little too often
– hence the title.

Dedication:
To Kirei_16! ^-^ Enjoy, sweety! And thanks again for all your reviews!

Warnings:
Yaoi, lemon, language, fluffiness.
*shrugs* What more do you
need? R – NC17 rated.

Pairing:
TyKa. Duh!

Disclaimers:
I don’t own Beyblade and I don’t own the song Carry On Dancing. That belongs to Savage Garden.

Carry On Dancing

Darkness. The only light came from the neon signs around the club where the
different beverage bars were, the lights of the dance floor, and the occasional
flare of a lighter or match. Shadows
barely visible for lack of sufficient light to cast them. It was difficult for many to see their
drinks, each other, or the path of their movements – though few would care.

Heat. The club was crowded with people – male and female – all there to
find release from their worries and problems…if only for the night. All were there to have fun, to meet old
friends for a drink (or three) or to meet new friends – to find companionship either
way. Body heat generated by such a
throng plus the humid heat of the hot summer night forcing open the high
windows and even some of the doors to offer relief and fresh air to everyone
inside. Clothes worn were kept to a
minimum by many – just enough to meet the requirements of decency, fashion and
style, and the club’s own rules – in an effort to stay relatively cool.

Sound. The noise of a large group of people all speaking at once,
lending to a cacophony of sound coupled with the raised decibel levels to be
heard over the other source of noise.
The music – sometimes a rhythmic pounding to get one’s body moving, to
get one’s heart pounding and one’s blood pumping. Other times to make one forget the world, one’s troubles, or even
one’s self. Music to elevate one’s
spirit to the heavens or to bring one back down to Earth. Music for couples and music for single
souls. Adrenaline rush or loving
embrace – each song evoking different responses.

Smells. The chaotic mixture of scents that made it difficult to isolate
and identify any single smell at a time.
Sweaty bodies mixed with men’s cologne or women’s perfume. The harsher scents of different brands of
cigarette smoke and alcohol in it’s various forms of beverage. All in all enough to numb one’s nose to
everything.

Thirst. Nearly everyone seeking coolness and relief from the heat in
their beverage of choice. The slow burn
of harder liquors or the lighter refreshment of mixed drinks. And for those on the wagon or who would
drive one there were the non-alcoholic drinks to replenish one’s fluids in the
stifling heat. Ice cubes clinking in
glasses and melting in mouths or on skin.

Atmosphere. All the senses working together in overdrive
to process such a bombardment, plus the added effect of the fake smoke pumped
out onto the dance floor, creating a hazy, foggy atmosphere as it dissipates
around the room.

For one lone young male sitting
along the wall, perched on a bar stool and sipping absently at his drink, such
observations were common and automatic.
They also made him wonder why, when he disliked being around people,
he’d ended up here. Oh…right.

Watching as three other young men
and one young woman, all of a similar age to him, approached the table with
drinks of their own in hand, he received his answer. His crimson eyes, as always, were drawn to one of the three
men. Stormy blue eyes that held such
emotion all the time and frequently caused him to drown in the fathomless
midnight pools. Slate blue hair
perpetually held back in a ponytail that made him itch to set it free and
discover it’s true length, and to run his fingers through the strands to find
out if it was as silken as he’d often dreamed it to be. Black leather pants that hugged the other’s
legs and left little to the imagination.
More leather – sleeveless – of the shirt he wore, tucked into the pants
loosely but of a blue so dark it appeared black as the pants were. Silver glinting at his throat, upper arms,
and around his wrists and waist in the low light of the club. Silver because of the metal studs dotting
his belt and wristbands, the black leather straps of his armbands held in place
by metal buckles, and the thick chain necklace he wore wit ha blue bit-piece as
it’s charm.

This gorgeous creature who turned
heads (of both genders) wherever he went was known as the World Champion to
everyone, Kinomiya Tyson to his friends and family, and simply Ty to his
teammates.

But what this crimson eyed loner
(who just happened to be the team’s strong, silent, seemingly emotionless
captain) wanted Tyson to be known as to him alone was one word that had plagued
Kai’s thoughts, dreams, wishes and fantasies for so long he was certain he
would go crazy if something wasn’t done – and soon.

Mine.

Tyson looked in the direction of
their table as they walked toward it, weaving through other tables and
people. He could feel an insistent
tugging, as if he were attached to a rope and someone on the other end was
pulling him in. Through the haze and
the people he caught a glimpse of a pale figure sitting at their table alone, sipping
a drink and watching as the World Champ glided toward him with burning eyes
that seemed to glow with an internal flame in the shadows. A bolt of heat flashed through Tyson at the
steady, unwavering gaze and the effect Kai’s outfit had on him – and nearly
everyone else who saw him, actually.

Like his bluenette teammate, the
captain of the Bladebreakers was dressed all in black leather – pants,
sleeveless shirt, and boots. He was
wearing a pair of black fingerless gloves with dark, crimson trim, the scarf
around his neck matching that trim. The
deco on the shirt was one of flames and on the back of it the flames rose up
into the shape of a Phoenix. There were
tiny gold chains attached around each arm hole of the shirt at one end, then
looped through an armband (leather), and finally attached at the other end to a
leather wrist band – one on each arm.
Gold glinted around his waist from the chain-link belt he wore with a
red bit-piece inset in the buckle’s clasp.

Tyson sighed and had a brief fantasy
where he walked up to Kai, crawled onto his lap and simply took what he needed
– a passionate, wanton kiss, to feel Kai’s lips against his and…

“Tyson!” Max’s voice in his ear cut off that little daydream. “Hey!
You okay?” The blonde had to
yell to be heard over the music.

“Uh…yeah! Sorry!” Tyson flashed a
smile at his friend, having realized he’d stopped walking and was just standing
there while he was off in ‘Kai-land.’
Max gave him a strange look then pulled him toward the table where the
others had already sat down. Tyson took
a seat between Kai and Hilary, raising his glass to Max in a toast.

“Happy 21^st birthday,
Maxie!” He cheered, taking a sip of his
drink along with his friends, who echoed his sentiment.

Kai polished off his own drink and
eyed Tyson’s caesar. When the music
faded away briefly and the DJ started blabbing about drink specials and
requests, he glanced at Tyson.

“What happened to you? You just froze and spaced out.”

To Kai’s interest, Tyson blushed and
fumbled for an answer. “Ah…well, I…I
guess I felt a little strange for a second, that’s all.”

Rei peered at him. “You don’t look sick. Buzzed, but not sick.”

Tyson stuck out his tongue at the
other blader and took another drink of his caesar. “I’m fine. Must have been
the fake smoke or the cigarette smoke, that’s all.”

“And maybe you should be cut off for
the night.” Kai plucked the half-full
glass from Tyson’s hand and drank some himself. “I’ll finish this.”

“Hey! I’m not wasted!” Tyson
made a grab for it, having to lean over Kai quite a bit to do so. But Kai held it just out of reach and
smirked for two reasons. One: he had
successfully snitched his crush’s drink, and two: he’d gotten the younger
bishonen practically in his lap and oh so close to him. Tyson kept trying to get the drink back and
actually braced himself with one hand on Kai’s upper thigh without noticing
what he was doing, reaching with the other hand. “Gimme that!”

Kai bit his lip to hold back a
groan. That hand was perilously close
to his groin and he could feel the heat of it through his pants. Luckily, to the others it looked like he was
trying not to laugh. Suddenly, Tyson’s barstool
tipped dangerously and Kai managed to wrap an arm around his waist and hold him
up against his chest awkwardly before the bluenette fell off completely. “Careful.
The floors of a club aren’t the cleanest places in the world and you
don’t want to get those clothes of yours dirty.” He said in Tyson’s ear lowly just as the music started up again.

Max, Rei, and Hilary were all
giggling at the sight of the World Champ nearly straddling their cold captain
and clinging – and Kai with an arm curled around Tyson protectively, holding
him there.

“Too bad Kenny’s sick! He’s missing all the fun!” Max whisper-shouted to Rei and Hilary. They nodded in agreement and went back to
watching the show. The Chief wasn’t
there because he was back at the hotel, in bed, nursing a nasty cold.

The minute Kai started speaking,
Tyson froze in shock, his eyes going impossibly wide and his heart beginning to
pound in his chest. He scrambled up, regaining
his balance and stared directly into a pair of eyes gone russet with some
unidentifiable emotion. Blushing
brightly, Tyson squirmed away from his captain to sit properly on his own
stool. He looked away from Kai to stare
at his hands on the tabletop in embarrassment and hoped Kai hadn’t seen the
desire in his eyes before he pulled away.

Kai wanted nothing more than to grab
Tyson and hold him in his lap again – and never let him go, either. On the other hand, his efforts to try and
get the object of his affection’s attention seemed to be working rather well.

“You know what? Keep it.
You can owe me a drink for some other time.” Tyson shouted over the music, still pink and avoiding everyone’s
eyes. He abruptly slid off the stool
and motioned to the others. “Let’s get
in a few more dances, guys!” Without
waiting for them, he headed for the dance floor.

“You want to?” Rei asked Max, who nodded and grabbed the
older blader’s hand and pulled him along after Tyson. Hilary watched them go then moved her stool up close to Kai’s and
asked him about something she’d noticed lately.

“How long have you had a thing for
Tyson?”

Kai blinked and looked at her in
mild surprise. Well, she is rather
observant. What did I expect? He asked himself. He shook his head and leaned in so he wouldn’t strain his voice
so much yelling and so she could still hear him. “Does it matter?”

She shrugged. “Maybe not.
But I’d sure like to know what’s been stopping you from going after him,
Kai.”

“I thought it was just a stupid
crush at first.” He told her, deciding
it didn’t really matter if he tried to hide it anymore, since she already
knew. “And then I…was too scared to say
or do anything.”

“And now?”

“I can’t stand another day without
him.” Kai admitted. “He’s intoxicating – like a drug.” He tapped his fingers on the table
nervously. “I need him, Hilary.”

“Well, I’ll tell you something that
may help speed things up some.” She
looked out over the crowd and spotted their friends dancing together. “He told me once he’s been totally gone on
you since you were thirteen, something about you going evil then coming back to
the team…?”

Kai stared at her. “He…he said that?” His eyes widened as he remembered the entire incident – and the
moment that stood out in his mind most was when Tyson had reached out over
deathly-cold waters on a frozen lake forgiven him for all that he had done.

Hilary began to smile when she saw
him search out the bluenette in the crowd on the dance floor and slowly slide
off his stool with a supremely determined expression crossing his face. She downed the last of her drink then
quickly followed him as he wound his way toward his goal. She found Max and Rei and together they
moved off the dance floor to watch as the song changed to something that could definitely
be used for seduction and as Kai moved up behind Tyson to put an end to the
long wait each of them had been suffering.

Tyson, who hadn’t noticed his
teammates’ disappearance yet and that they had been replaced by Kai, let
himself be swallowed by the music, let the beat fill his mind and began to move
to the rhythm.

And then he sensed a familiar
presence behind him a split second before Kai’s arm wrapped around his waist
and drew him back against the slightly taller blader’s chest. Tyson couldn’t stop the gasp or the shiver
that went through him, suddenly feeling unbearably hot in the club. He knew who it was without even looking –
would know blind, deaf, and dumb. What
he didn’t know, what had him confused and a little worried, was what Kai was
doing. Was he angry? Had Tyson done something or said something
wrong?

Kai inhaled a deep breath, taking in
Tyson’s scent, and nuzzled the shorter blader’s neck while slowly releasing
that breath as he said simply, “Dance with me.” in a highly erotic, low voice
that was heavy with blatant lust. Tyson
groaned and his eyes slid closed, unconsciously leaning back into Kai farther
as he concentrated on the music long enough to catch the rhythm again and begin
to move.

As his body began to sway, he felt
Kai’s arm move and both his hands slide down his sides to come to a rest on his
hips where they gripped firmly. Then he
felt Kai move with him, his motions different but matching with Tyson’s
effortlessly. In this moment there was
nothing but Tyson, Kai, and the pulse of the music in their minds and bodies.

After a moment of grinding together
in place, Tyson found himself getting swept away with the tempo. His arms went up, hands above their heads,
as he slowly wound himself down to the floor until he was nearly sitting on it
then right back up again, black leather conforming to every curve of his body,
his hands barely brushing along the length of Kai’s front as he did so, still
facing away from his captain as they danced.
When he was back on his feet again, his hands reached behind him and
buried themselves in Kai’s hair while Kai let his own hands wander over Tyson
freely, burrowing his face into his dance partner’s neck and licking the pulse
there with a low growl. Tyson whimpered
and thrust his butt back into Kai’s groin on reflex.

“Tease.” Kai nipped at Tyson’s neck then nibbled on his earlobe before
releasing him and suddenly spinning him around to face him. He looked down into slightly dazed,
passion-filled midnight blue orbs and yanked Tyson flush up against his
front. Tyson latched onto Kai’s
shoulders for balance at the sudden move and slowly smiled, a seductive,
knowing smile. From what he could feel,
Kai definitely was, at the least, in the same condition that he was – slightly sloshed
and very turned on. And from
what he could see in Kai’s piercing crimson eyes his captain wasn’t trying to
hide it. Rather, there was a question
there – no. A demand.

The song switched once again, a
dance mix, and they began to move together again. Kai’s arm hooked around Tyson’s waist, that hand slowly moving
downward until it was plastered against his butt. Tyson let out a purr of approval and retaliated by sliding his
hands down Kai’s muscular, leather clad chest and abdomen and grabbing onto his
belt and the waistband of his pants, shimmying downward as he had before until
he was nearly sitting on the floor again and quite suddenly eye-level with Kai’s
crotch. Tyson drew his hands down to
rub his palms over Kai’s legs briefly, enjoying the feel of those tight muscles
molded by the leather pants, then grabbed onto Kai’s belt and waistband again,
using it as leverage to help pull himself up once more.

They continued to dance, both
building up a sweat partially from the physical exertion and heat of the club
and partially from the fact that they were doing their very best to drive up
the sexual tension in one another. At
one point, Kai bent Tyson backward over his arm around the bluenette’s waist,
leaning forward a bit himself to place a quick, light kiss the exposed length
of Tyson’s neck before bringing him up again and letting his dance partner rub
his body against Kai’s in retaliation.

From the sidelines, their three
friends were watching with amusement, shock, and a little embarrassment at
seeing their two friends in such intimacy.

“Wow…” Max shook his head in
amazement as he watched Tyson hook a leather clad leg around Kai’s leather clad
waist and be bent over Kai’s arm backward again. “That’s just…”

“Hot.” Hilary fanned herself with a grin. “They’re certainly into the dancing thing, aren’t they? I didn’t know Tyson could dance.”

“Gods! It’s amazing!” Rei raised
an eyebrow as Kai’s hands wandered recklessly over Tyson. “They’re dancing – and not much differently
than the other couples out there, mind you – yet it’s more like sex than
dancing.”

They goggled as Kai suddenly pulled
off Tyson’s hair-band and set the thick mane of blue hair free. Tyson didn’t seem to care because he kept
moving.

“Whoa!” Max saw one of the bluenette’s hands slide partially under Kai’s
waistband for a moment then slip out again and glide up Kai’s back. “Uh…maybe we should take them back to the
hotel and lock them in one of their rooms for the rest of the weekend so they
can get it all out of their systems.”

“It’s about time they quit mooning
after each other, that’s for sure.” Rei
grinned.

The music was winding down to the
last strains of the song and out on the dance floor Kai and Tyson continued to
press, wind, circle, grind, tease, and twirl with each other, using the music
and their motions to silently express their need and desire for one
another. Rei had been fairly accurate
in his description of the scene. They
were making love to the music itself, it seemed.

When the song ended, Kai and Tyson
found themselves wound around each other, Kai’s mouth hovering over Tyson’s so
close they could feel the other’s heavy breathing on their lips and if Tyson or
Kai moved even a bit their noses would bump together. They stared into each other’s eyes, hearts still beating
frantically and from that distance neither could deny their feelings for the
other any longer. There was nowhere to
run and nowhere to hide.

As the DJ made an announcement about
last call, Tyson said breathlessly, not moving an inch from Kai’s strong arms
around him, “I’m so over this place.
You?”

“Fuck, yes.” Kai rasped.
“Hotel?”

“My room or yours?”

“Whichever is closest.”

Tyson nodded once and grabbed Kai’s
hand, turning and yanking him through the crowd as they headed for the exit.

Their friends watched them go, three
wide grins adorning each of their faces.

“I guess we don’t have to interfere.” Max shrugged. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m done for tonight.”

“Yeah. Let’s head back, too.”
Hilary agreed.

“Too bad it’s so dark in here.” Rei sighed and followed them to the
exit. “We could have gotten really good
pictures of them. Think of the
blackmail!”

Hilary and Max groaned and rolled
their eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the elevator of the hotel, there
was a great deal of heavy breathing, moaning and noises caused by wandering
hands that groped and teased. As soon
as the doors had closed and Kai had pushed the button for their floor, Tyson
had launched himself into his captain’s arms and desperately crushed his mouth
to Kai’s. Kai responded by pushing
Tyson backwards and pinning him to a wall, leaning down slightly to devour that
hot mouth, using his tongue to demand entrance and to roughly duel Tyson’s for
dominance – the pleasurable kind. Tyson
had willingly complied, groaning and grabbing onto the gold chains on Kai’s
arms, winding them around his hands in an effort to hold on to the tangible
world at the heat spreading through him like wild fire.

“Uhn! Kai…” The blunette grunted as Kai pulled back long enough to tug
Tyson’s shirt from his pants and slide his large hands up underneath before
returning to his exploration of Tyson’s mouth.
The younger man shuddered and moaned loudly, fisting his hands in Kai’s
hair for a moment then releasing to glide down his shoulders and back, heading
south until he got them on Kai’s leather clad ass, cupping and kneading.

Kai let out a low gasp against Tyson’s
lips and growled, “My sexy little dragon.
You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this.” He kissed Tyson deeply again then went to
work on the younger blader’s neck with his lips, and tongue, and teeth.

Tyson tossed his head back, eyes
closing, giving his captain better access and sighing at the hot bolts of
pleasure Kai was causing. “No more than
I’ve wanted you to.” He breathed,
arching into Kai’s hands as his nimble fingers found his rock hard nipples and
plucked. “Ahhh…shit!”

The elevator doors swung open and
they disengaged themselves from one another, both looking extremely rumpled and
mussed then walked quickly down the hall to their rooms. When they reached Kai’s door, Tyson shoved
Kai up against it and said darkly, “Go get out of this fantastically sexy
leather of yours and come to my room.” before giving Kai a hard, needy
kiss. “If you’re not there in five
minutes, I’m going to get lonely and come looking for you…”

“I’ll be there.” Kai promised, unlocking his door in a hurry
as Tyson went down the hall just a little farther and disappeared into his own
room. It took the dual haired blader a
bit longer than expected to yank off his clothes because of the gold chains but
he managed it. He threw on a pair of
silk pajamas (in case he was seen in the hallway) and quickly scrubbed his face
clean of his blue face paint then grabbed his room key and dashed for Tyson’s
room.

Raising his fist, he knocked on
Tyson’s door just as the elevator chimed and the doors slid open, revealing his
three teammates.

“Nice pajamas, Kai. Is that silk?” Max inquired, grinning when Kai blushed and stared hard at Tyson’s
door, silently begging the bluentte to open up and let him in.

“Yes, Max.” Kai replied in a rather thick voice. He blushed more, knocked again, and
commanded the other three, “Go to bed!
It’s late.”

They started giggling again and
disappeared into their rooms when he shot them all a hard death glare. Then he looked back at the door as it opened
and Tyson’s arm shot out, his hand grabbing a handful of Kai’s shirt and
dragging him inside, the door closing firmly behind him.

“What took you so…never mind.” Kai started to demand in complaint – until he
had a good look at Tyson in the moonlight from the open curtained windows
across the room. A very naked, very
erect Tyson, with his long blue-black hair spilling around his shoulders and
flopping into his eyes. “Holy hell…”

“And you’re waiting for what?” Tyson said, blushing hotly as Kai’s eyes
slowly traveled over his form from head to toe and back up again, lingering on
some places. “A written invitation?”

“Ah…no. Just taking in the incredible view.” Kai licked his lips and stepped toward Tyson purposefully. “It’s so damned beautiful…”

Tyson smiled at the compliment and
stared at Kai with huge, deep blue eyes that reflected silver in the
moonlight. His darker skin seemed to
shimmer and Kai’s hands began to itch with the need to touch. “You’re overdressed for the occasion, you
know.” Tyson pointed out coyly,
reaching out to start unbuttoning the silk shirt. “Let me help with that.”
As he flicked each button open, he lowered his head and placed and
open-mouthed kiss to the revealed patch of pale skin. Kai sucked in a breath and shivered with each one, his own eyes
closing as little stars burst in his vision with the pleasure.

“Uhn…yes!” Kai moaned, his hands clenching as Tyson undid the last button,
pushed aside the material and grasped Kai’s hips firmly, his tongue dipping
into Kai’s navel and teasing before trailing lower. “Take them off, please…” He ground out when Tyson tugged on the
waistband in question. He gasped Tyson’s
name as he slid his hands beneath the elastic and shoved the silk down over Kai’s
butt and his raging, weeping erection to pool at his captain’s feet. Kai groaned and felt his knees tremble and
threaten to give out when he felt Tyson’s hot breath fan his rock hard length
briefly. He shrugged off the shirt,
suddenly way too hot, and gave a sharp cry as Tyson wrapped his fingers around
the base of his erection and took the tip into his mouth with a husky little
noise of approval. Kai buried his
fingers in Tyson’s hair and held on as the bluenette demonstrated a surprising
amount of skill with his tongue, pleasuring the older blader as best he could
by doing the things he’d have wanted done to himself.

Soon sensing that Kai was nearing
his release, Tyson gave him one final lick as he pulled away, standing and
slowly running his hands up Kai’s body as he did, drawing his mouth down so
they could kiss each other breathless once again. Kai moaned into the kiss, tasting himself on Tyson’s lips and he
picked the bluenette up to carry him to the bed. He dropped Tyson on the mattress and quickly followed, stretching
out over top of him and dipping his head to kiss him again deeply. Tyson’s hands moved feverishly over his
captain’s well-muscled back and shoulders, just as Kai’s hand caressed Tyson
wherever he could conveniently reach with as much need as the bluenette.

And suddenly a tube of gel was
pressed into his hand. Kai stopped
kissing the bishonen under him long enough to look at the tube, startled, and
ask, “Where’d this come from?”

“I bought it.” Tyson informed him with a thick voice. “Use it well, lover.” He stared up at Kai with those fathomless blue
and silver gems he had for eyes and Kai stared back, his own fiery ruby orbs
questioning.

“Tyson? You want me to…?

“Claim what’s always been yours,
Hiwatari.” The bluenette purred,
shifting restlessly under Kai and widening his legs even more. “I’m right here, willing and wanting. I don’t want any more preparation than that
lube, Kai – I can’t wait for it any longer.”
He leaned up and kissed Kai forcefully, tugging on his bottom lip with
his teeth and watching Kai’s eyes flare.
“Please, Kai?” He moaned.

Kai swallowed and rasped, “Turn
over, little dragon.” Then he levered
himself away so Tyson could roll over onto his hands and knees, flipping the
cap on the lube open and pouring some out over Tyson’s virgin entrance. He spread the cool gel around, listening to
the panting mewls the younger man was making at the sensations. “You’re sure?”

“Oooohh…fuck, yes!” came the
response. Kai used the gel on himself
next, slicking up his aching erection really well, and moved into position
behind Tyson, guiding himself to the puckered entrance that waited for him. “Please, lover…” Tyson groaned, feeling Kai’s
tip bump against him and his large hands grip his hips firmly to hold him in
place, whimpering in anticipation. Then
Kai simply thrust forward hard, just taking him, and Tyson cried out sharply,
his arms trembling violently then finally just giving out so that he collapsed
forward, his face burying into the bed and his arms.

If there had been any pain, Kai didn’t
give him time to think about it, beginning to move in and out of Tyson
slowly. Each time he thrust back in he
hit a spot deep inside the bluenette that made his vision go white and sparks
of pure pleasure to crackle through every nerve in his body and center in his
groin. His internal muscles were
clamping and releasing around Kai’s length and causing the pressure in Kai’s
groin to build and build. By now they
had both broken out into a sweat as their bodies strained and moved in consort
toward release.

It was unlike anything they’d ever
felt or experienced before and so much better than what either of them
had ever dreamed or tried to imagine.
Finally being joined as intimately as they could possibly be after such
a long period of waiting and uncertainty was more than they could bear. Tyson cried out Kai’s name on a long moan
and fell over the edge into oblivion first, fireworks bursting in his vision
and pure ecstasy and euphoria flooding his mind and body with sensation. Kai quickly followed, unable to hold out
against the feel of the bluenette around his length, muscles contracting and
driving him up to incredible heights of pleasure.

Kai just barely managed to pull out
of his lover before they both collapsed to the bed in dazed exhaustion, the
captain half-covering his teammate with his body and his face buried in the
spot between Tyson’s shoulder blades with the bluenette sprawled out face down
under him. Both were breathing raggedly
and their hearts were beating frantically, their pulses pounding in their ears
and making them ring.

When he’d calmed enough to think coherently
again, Kai ran his hand up and down Tyson’s side reverently from shoulder to
mid-thigh and back again, enjoying the damp, smooth skin immensely under his
fingertips. He sighed in deep
satisfaction and lazily dropped open-mouthed kisses to Tyson’s back and
shoulders, smiling at the pleased little sighs and mewls of contentment the
bluenette made at the affectionate gestures.
“So beautiful.” He murmured,
licking away a drop of sweat from Tyson’s skin. “And sexy.” A kiss
pressed to the nape of Tyson’s neck after pushing aside all that gorgeous
hair. “Mine.” A tremor passed through Tyson at the possessiveness
in Kai’s husky voice. “No one else’s. All mine.”

Tyson sniffled loudly and Kai
stopped petting him, turning him over onto his back so he could see the
bluenette’s face. “Tyson? What’s wrong, itoshii?” He asked in surprise, seeing the tears in
Tyson’s big, blue eyes.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Tyson replied in a thick voice. He gave Kai a tremulous smile and raised a
hand to brush aside a spiky stray lock of slate hair from his lover’s
eyes. “Damned alcohol’s making me
sappy, that’s all.”

Kai chuckled. “I’ll remember that.” He stared down into Tyson’s eyes for a
moment, his own expression going incredibly soft. “I love you, Kinomiya. I
hope you know that.”

“If I didn’t get that when you
called me ‘beloved,’” Tyson’s smile was brilliant. “Then I certainly got it now.”
He blushed a bit, a faint splash of pink across his cheeks and over the
bridge of his nose. “I love you, too,
you know.”

“That’s good.” Kai grinned and kissed him lightly. “I’d hate to have to go around killing off
the competition.”

“Kai-i…” Tyson rolled his eyes and
swatted him on the shoulder playfully. “Behave!”

The dual haired blader just grinned
wickedly and kissed him again, deciding he quite liked kissing his sexily
mussed lover. “Do you really want me
to?” He asked against Tyson’s lips.

Tyson pretended to think about it
then said, “Nah.” before kissing back enthusiastically, cuddling up happily and
closing his eyes for sleep.

**************************************

FIN

Authoress’
Notes: There you have it! Congratulations again, Kirei_16, and I hope you enjoyed it! Oh, and if you didn’t already figure it out,
itoshii = “beloved”.

Yami
FireKali
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