WildCat

Title: WildCat
Summery: While have a quick drink, Miguel, Claude and Aaron do a little people watching. And they spot a certain feisty Beyblade Enigma.
Pairings: Miguel/Kai (claim!)
Warnings: Yaoi, Aaron being somewhat crude, Kai a little out of character, Lemons in future chapters.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Beyblade.

This is the first story I've ever written. It's also the first Miguel/Kai fic as well. So, as you can imagine, this is one of my babies. I wanted to post it here because of that. Anyway, enough from me. I really hope you enjoy the read.

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“Miguel, look isn’t that Kai? The tall one next to the very chic brunette?”

Miguel’s clear blue gaze followed his friend’s, Aaron, discreet nod towards the young man coming up the marked path between the thousands of people who decided that a walk in the sun was the perfect way to spend the warm summer afternoon.

Tall, thin, well toned, he wore a black leather jacket, covering a well cut t-shirt and short cargo shorts that ended mid thigh, showing off his legs that seemed to go on for miles. His eyes still held that fire within, the markings on his face as strong as ever but he grew his hair out. His now long hair is pulled back into a red and blue bind with a gold ring sitting snugly at the end. How he could make such ordinary clothes look extraordinary is beyond the comprehension of any mere mortal.

Kai strode through the masses of people, apparently expecting them to part in front of him and his companion like the sea before Moses. Which was exactly what was happening.

That formidable confidence is something Miguel envied.

“Talk about the IT factor! That guy next to Kai is staring at him as thought he’d eat him if he had the chance”

Aaron was right. Although nothing but relaxed interest showed in Kai’s lovely face, his companion can’t hide the awareness surrounding him like an aura.

Switching his gaze back to his companions, Miguel observed, “He’d be one tough mouthful”

“Those calories I’d really enjoy,” Aaron said suggestively. “I love the way he walks! As though he expects the whole world to scuttle out of his way. I’ll bet he’s a real wildcat in bed.”

Claude turned to the shorter teen and raised an eyebrow. “You can tell that just by looking at him?”

“And so can everyone else here. You’re just refusing to read the signals,” Aaron puts on his sunglasses and spoke in an English accent. “Note, my dear Watson, the way those muscles work together, so powerfully smooth and sure. He’s coming up the hill without breaking a sweat, so he has stamina,” He growled the final word with comical lasciviousness. “Terribly important stamina. And because he’s wearing clothes that cost more than half the money I’ll ever see in my life time, we can deduce that he’s not only rich, he’s intelligent enough to hold down a decent job. Intelligence, dear Watson, is another vital factor in a lover.”

Miguel’s amusement was diluted by another emotion, a kind of shocked bewilderment. Hypnotized, his gaze at Kai, absorbing greedily the cool, commanding presence, the way the sun was imprisoned in the silky strains of his hair. Miguel had always liked Kai’s hair, the stormy gray at the front and the midnight blue at the back. Very exotic, just like the rest of him.

Beside him Aaron continued, “As for passion - well, just take a quick glance at that mouth! It’s kept very firmly under restraint, but it’s there,” shuddering enjoyably, Aaron pushed his sunglasses onto the top of his head and surveyed the approaching youth with bright, intrigued eyes.

Miguel swallowed thickly as Kai neared. Kai suddenly stopped near where Miguel and his friends were sitting and turned to face his companion, giving the group a lovely view of his back.

“Look at those legs!” Aaron whispered loudly. “They go all the up to his ass!”

“Shh! Aaron, he’ll hear you!” Claude hissed and placed his hand over his friend’s mouth.

Completely oblivious to his friend’s comments, Miguel kept his gaze fixed on the beauty in front of him. He can still recall their first battle, in the tournament before that mess with Bega. It was the first battle he had enjoyed for a very long time. Ultimately he lost, he knew he would, but he enjoyed it none the less. He tried his best and that’s all that really matters. The end of the battle is what Miguel remembers vividly, the way Kai turned around and caught his blade in his hand without even looking. He then glanced over his shoulder and smile softly while saying “Well, that was a good game.”

Although small, those words stayed with him.

“Aaron, would you stop being so crude?” Claude asked, exasperated. “It’ll be your death if he hears you”

Miguel quickly snapped out of his trance and focued his attention back to his friends.

“But seriously, don’t you love the way he walks and stands? That smooth, graceful gait with something slightly predatory in it?”

“Oh, good Lord,” Miguel sighed, unusually irritable. “What an imagination you have!”

“You know what I mean, don’t you?” Aaron said to Claude with the stunning lack of tact that occasionally made Miguel wonder why they’re still friend. “There’s something not quite tamed about Kai,” Aaron slid his eyes over Kai. “Lithe and dangerous. Monarch of all he surveys.”

Miguel saw Claude rolled his eyes at their shorter friend. Claude sent a glance at Miguel, who returned it. Suddenly, the sound of his name being called, well more like squealed reached his ears. Miguel whipped his head around, and his gaze instantly collided with that of Kai’s.

Something dissolved in his stomach - no, Miguel thought in a daze, in his bones. Kai’s ruby red eyes registered astonishment before then turning into a polished, unreadable sheen.

Miguel swallowed, wondering to himself if he should do something. Should he smile and wave or turn away quickly and pretend that his heart isn’t racing a hundred miles per hour.

Kai suddenly smiled softly at Miguel and then winked as he turned his back. “See you later, Miguel!” He called over his shoulder as he begins to walk away, gliding like a siren through the misty sea. His brown hair companion glanced at Miguel with disappointment in his eyes, then ran to catch up to Kai.

Miguel blinked and blinked again, his mind not quite registering what had just happened. He turned his gaze back to his friends and by the looks on their faces they don’t have a clue either.

“Miguel?” He blinked in response. “What the hell just happened?”

Aaron grabs a napkin and began to chew on it, tugging at it with his teeth. “That is so unfair! Why do you get all the luck?”

Miguel blinked again, as he watched his friend sulk next to him, muttering to himself. He turned his gaze to his other friend.

Claude returned the gaze, then smirked slightly, folding his hands under his chin. “He likes you. And you like him,” he says, daring Miguel to say otherwise.

Miguel sighed. “I guess I do. It doesn’t matter, it’s not like I can do anything about it.”

“Miguel…” Claude started but Miguel sent him a look that said ’drop it’ so he did. Aaron continued to sulk next to them, muttering something about an ‘exotic little minx’. Both Miguel and Claude sweatdropped.

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Next chapter: Miguel gets a visitor. I wonder who it could be (Thinks)

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