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Catch Me If You Can	By : xyaoigirlx Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimers: I don't own
Beyblade. I'm only using the boy as my puppets!

Catch Me If You Can by
Yaoi Girl

There it is again, another one.
I can�t help but frown as I stare at the bruised skin on my right shoulder
through the mirror. Though this time it seems there�s a bit of dried blood.

With a defeated sigh, I turn my
head only fractionally, gazing through the corner of my eye at the supposed
source of these daily blemishes on my otherwise flawless skin. Though, seeing
as he�s still asleep, I feel safe facing him full on, questioning his sleeping
form with my eyes for the umpteenth time since this began two weeks ago.

I don�t dare question him about
it, just as I haven�t said a word about this habit of his; this staying up a
majority of the night and sleeping through most of the day. His blading is
fine, so I can�t really complain.

Now, typically, someone would
confront the source of their enigmas, right? But for some reason, something
like this doesn�t bother me. It almost seems�natural.

Finally, I turn back to the
mirror to finish, or rather start what I had come in here to do as I grab for my
brush and set to work taming my mused locks.

I can�t help but think as I
brush, wincing from the knots that have formed overnight, that our days haven�t
been the same since Rei�s started sleeping in. We haven�t, we of course being
the team, had a decent breakfast in over a month now and sometimes even a
lunch. He would get up to train, then head right back off to bed, waking
usually just after 1 p.m.

If he�s having any issues, he�s
not voiced them to anyone, so maybe I will at least question him about his
sleeping pattern as of late. Who knows, maybe it�s something too personal for
any of us to be confided in.

After a quick change into daily
clothes and one last, long look at the raven beauty still slumbering peacefully,
I head downstairs in hopes of finding enough cereal for a full bowl of
breakfast, but I won�t get my hopes up.

Speaking of Takao�s appetite and
lack of food, we haven�t been grocery shopping in ages it seems. I don�t think
there�s anything to cook if I really wanted to.

�Rei�s not getting up, is he?�
Max sleepily questions as he shuffles into the kitchen and to the fridge. �I
wonder what�s happened to him��

Casually, trying not to drip any
milk onto myself in the process of eating, I gaze questioningly up to the
disheveled blonde. �You haven�t asked him either?�

He shakes his head. �He said
something a while back about �things are going to start changing soon, so don�t
worry too much�. But he didn�t say what was going to change.�

I frowned as I focused back to
my mixture of two different cereals, or rather what still remained of them. So
he�s not even said a word to Max, his most trusted confidant.

�Do you think you could, you
know, find out for us?� he speaks quietly, eyes hesitantly meeting mine.

�Why me?�

�For starters, you�re the
captain; isn�t it your job to make sure everyone�s issues are dealt with? Even
that aside, I know you�re concerned about him; I can just tell. And it seems
like Rei wants to tell you. He�s only volunteered to sleep in your room
as of late, no one else�s. I mean, yeah, I�m sure it�ll take him some time to
come completely out and open with whatever, but I�m sure he�ll do it for you,�
he rants, his determined gaze set fully to mine now.

�I�ll ask him,� I sigh before
drinking down what�s left of the sugary milk in the bowl. �But like you said,
don�t expect any answers anytime soon.�

He nods in understanding before
shuffling off to, presumably, the living room with a cup of something or other
he poured since his short time in the kitchen.

Now the question is how am I
going to go about asking him? I know that�s not my usual style; I usually just
demand to know what�s going on. But for some unfathomable reason with Rei, it�s
different, almost like I care what his problems and concerns are.

=======

Morning finally passes, and
seeing as we didn�t have training today � yes, I can be kind when I feel like it
� Rei is up a couple hours earlier than usual. And I can�t help but notice that
he�s avoiding me for the most part, but it�s not too odd since he�s been slowly
distancing himself since this bruising started.

I fight back a smirk as he
sneaks glances at me from the recliner as I lounge over the entirety of the
sofa, �reading� a book. It�s open, but I haven�t flipped the page in who knows
how long, but he seems too far gone to notice.

�Quit staring if you don�t have
anything to say,� I drone as I finally turn the page, casting a somewhat
questioning glace his way in the process.

He lowers his head before
turning to face the television, not watching it but staring past it, his hands
now clasped together and buried between his thighs. That right there tells me
he�s more than obviously embarrassed. I�ve watched him long enough to notice
his little quirks and what they entail.

�You need to tell someone, Rei,�
I murmur just above a whisper as I close my book, setting it on the floor before
rolling onto my side to face him. He, of course, doesn�t look back, but instead
hesitates in standing and walking away.

Do I really come off as
such an ass all the time? He should know by now that�s just my way of wanting
to help. I suppose I�ll have to corner him if I personally want any answers.

======

Days pass by and the bruises are
still continuing, though now growing in size and darker in color, and he�s still
not acting normal.

He hardly talks to anyone,
barely eats, and has been sleeping longer. I have no choice now but to
corner him.

Or, better yet, I�ll �sleep�
tonight and see what he�s been up to. I�ve always been a wonderful actor, if I
do say so myself. He�ll never know that I�m actually awake; there�s no way.

So, here I am, lying on my side,
facing away from him as I normally do when I sleep, listening intently as he
closes the bedroom door and pulls his clothes off. And as he does so, I dare
peek an eye open just enough to read the clock on my nightstand. It�s nearly 3
a.m.

I feel the mattress shift
beneath his weight and the draft as he lifts the covers over himself before
rolling onto his own side, facing my back.

And I almost tense as I
feel a warm hand rest just above my hip and travel slowly, lovingly upwards,
almost a ghost-like touch against my bare skin. Then his hand is on my
shoulder, slowly ghosting down my arm before it stops just above my elbow,
squeezing just fractionally before I feel his lips against my neck.

But his lips don�t stop there.
I feel them travel down my neck to my shoulder before they kiss slowly across my
shoulder blade before he stops. He then shifts and I have to fight to keep
breathing normally and not open my eyes as I feel him rock his hips against my
backside while he latches his mouth onto my shoulder, sucking and biting the
skin, almost desperately.

�Why don�t you stop me?� he
breaths in my ear, almost sadly before he trails the hand that hand been on my
arm down my chest and stomach, barely grazing his fingers over my growing
arousal before resting his hand on my hip, rocking into me again. �Why are you
letting me break myself? Quit pretending and stop me!�

I can�t help but wince as he
bites down roughly at the juncture of my neck and shoulder, feeling a warm
wetness, though not my blood, moistening my skin as he removes his mouth,
beginning to slowly, sensually lick up the crimson life oozing from the wound I
just received.

He�s been suffering because he�s
lonely, I understand that now, but why me? Why couldn�t he just come outright
and say it?

�Damnit, Kai!� he wails as he
holds tightly onto my arm, his face now buried between my shoulder blades, his
body shuddering as he begins to sob. �Why won�t you stop me?!�

�Who said I wanted you to stop?�

But he doesn�t move; he just
continues to cry brokenly even as I roll over pulling him against my chest for
comfort.

�Why me?�

�Because cats chase birds,� he
manages rather softly as he pulls away from me slightly, staring down at me.
�You were too easy to catch.�

�So you�ve been claiming me as
your prey? Is that it?� I ask, soothing his bangs from his beautiful amber
eyes.

He doesn�t respond; he just
stares at me, pleading for something.

�Is it that you want me to fight
back? Because cats and birds aren�t supposed to be together happily?�

His eyes flash a pained
expression and his fists tighten on my chest. �It�s not that.�

I don�t question him as he turns
his face away from me, his breath shaky as he fights back more tears.

�You don�t intend to fight
back?� he finally hesitantly mumbles, glancing to me out of the corner of his
eye. �If you don�t, I want to be preyed upon too. I just want you to touch me
like I do you.�

He�s shed his �motherly� and
proud mask and shown me the broken and vulnerable teen beneath tonight, and I�m
more than willing to oblige with his request.

I can�t help but show sympathy
as he flinches away from my hand slightly as I sit up, trying to touch his
cheek.

�Then don�t run,� I whisper in
his ear and he tenses as my fingers trace his jawbone and I flick my tongue
across his ear lobe. �I�m not going to hurt you.�

Hesitantly, he wraps his arms
around my shoulders, not daring to fully meet my gaze as I lean towards his
lips, claiming them in a soft kiss as I move his bangs with my free hand behind
his ear before it�s placed once again upon his cheek, my thumb wiping away his
tears with caring strokes.

It seems that Rei�s been too, I
don�t know, �deprived� or �neglected� are what comes to mind, as he threads his
fingers from one hand in my hair, deepening the brief kiss as he then presses
his chest to mine.

�Rei,� I can�t help but breathe
as we separate a few moments later, the sadness in his eyes more intense than
before.

�Even if you humor me with
affection, it means nothing to me unless you mean it,� he whispers as he again
latches onto my neck with his mouth.

�I wouldn�t humor anyone with
this kind of attention unless I do mean it,� I reply as I begin to lean him
backwards, his head towards the footrest of the bed. �You should�ve said
something a long time ago, Rei.�

Assured, he gives me a small,
tender smile as he runs a hand through my hair, pulling my head towards his
again, though his eyes remain guarded.

�I was afraid to. After I
started doing this,� he says as he gently trails his fingertips over the
darkened skin of my neck and shoulder, his eyes remaining locked with mine, �you
never said anything. I figured you didn�t want me or didn�t care because you
never told me to stop.�

�If I didn�t want you,� I say as
I lean down and lay a gentle kiss to his forehead, �I wouldn�t have,� and then a
kiss to the tip of his nose, noticing how his eyes are clenched shut in either
fear or embarrassment, �stayed in this room and I would have,� a kiss to his
closed eyelids, �told you to stop.�

His hands are now in my hair,
gently tugging as he combs through it as I let my hands trail teasingly down his
bare sides while my lips meet his neck.

�Why did you change your
sleeping pattern?� I murmur against the skin, nipping at his collarbone as I
begin to travel down his body.

�Because,� he starts, turning
his head to the side, �I thought that the less I�d see of you the faster these
feelings would go away. But they only grew.�

I couldn�t help but let a smile
grace my otherwise stoic features as I took one of his hardened nipples between
my thumb and forefinger, my tongue lazily tracing the other. He shivers in
response but does nothing more; his hands pause in their ministrations in my
hair, clutching almost uncomfortably tight.

�Since your problem seems to be
resolved, does that mean,� I start as I begin kissing and licking my way down
his chest to his stomach, his muscles tightening and his breath catching as he
takes in the sensations, �you�ll get up with me in the morning?�

He nods, his head still turned
and eyes still closed as he bites his lower lip, ever so noticeably pushing
downwards on my head.

�Promise?� I breathe against his
stomach as my fingers toy with the rim of his boxers.

�Yes,� he whispers as he
involuntarily arches his hips upward.

�And cook breakfast?� I inquire
further as I begin to slide his boxers down his hips, kissing the tip of his
member before sitting up, pulling the article of clothing off all the way and
tossing it to the side.

He stares up at me with sad,
lust filled eyes, his knees now bent and touching, almost as though he doesn�t
want me to see him fully nude, his arms splayed in just the perfect positions
among his raven hair, his lips slightly parted.

�Well?� I question at his
silence as I shift between his feet, gently prying his knees apart and leaning
down.

�I don�t want the others
questioning me.�

�They won�t, I promise,� I reply
as I teasingly trace his length with my fingers of one hands while the other is
keeping his left knee from covering himself again, the right leg laying flat
next to me.

�Then I�ll make breakfast,� he
gasps as I take just the head in my mouth, my hand wrapped around the rest of
the length, squeezing. Again his hands find my hair.

He squirms and writhes below me
as I tease him, flicking my tongue across the tip of his penis and sucking
before I finally withdraw my hand, plunging down his length.

�The others will hear,� he
hisses as he arches his neck back, one hand now tangled in the blanket for
support as I pick up a pace that soon has him gasping and holding back moans and
sobs of pleasure.

But I say nothing in response; I
just keep going, reveling in the way he�s so adamant about keeping quiet.

Some minutes pass by before a
strangled sob erupts from his mouth unwillingly as his toes curl into the
sheets, his hips arched upward to bury himself deeper in my throat as he
climaxes. And moments later he lays limp against the bed as I clean him with my
tongue, gasping for breath and his fingers releasing themselves slowly from the
death clutch on the blanket.

�You�re not done yet, are you?�
I can�t help but tease as I move to meet his lips.

As our tongues slide together in
a sultry dance, his much lazier from the aftershock, his arms find there way
around my neck as I reach between his legs, searching blindly for his entrance.

It was only moments after my
finger penetrates him that he breaks the kiss, hissing his discomfort, but I
quickly seek out his mouth out once again, hungry for his taste and willing to
support his determination to be silent throughout the ordeal as I slowly pump
the digit in and out of him.

He continues to try to break the
kiss to catch his breath and seemingly escape the intrusion, but I always chase
him back, claiming his lips and mouth demandingly. At least, it stayed that way
until this time he succeeded in evading me, his teeth digging into my flesh as
they have every night for the past couple weeks, his tongue gliding over the
wound to ease my pain in apology until he can withstand three fingers within
him.

�I�m sorry,� he mumbles as he
pulls me into a hug while I withdraw my fingers from his body.

�If you want me to properly
forgive you,� I whisper into his ear, wrapping my arms around him and hauling
him into a sitting position, �then get on your hands and knees.�

His face turns red, but he
obliges, his body now facing the headrest with his ass in the air, his face
resting on a pillow, turned to the side and tilted at an angle to where he can
see me, his arms tucked beneath his chest.

As soon as he�s settled and
apparently comfortable, I position myself, gently holding onto his hips as I
press against him. Its no sooner than the head is inside of him that he buries
his face in the pillow and his shoulders visibly tense. But he doesn�t stop me.

I press further and further
until I�m fully inside, gripping his slim hips much harder now in an attempt at
self control until he�s ready. Only when he turns his face towards me again do
I move.

He�s biting his lower lip and
his eyebrows are furrowed as he continues to adjust, and only when he beings to
gently meet me for each thrust do I dare go a bit faster. But apparently it�s
still not fast enough for him as he plunges back against me faster than I am
into him.

�I�m not going to break,� he
murmurs as he props himself up on his elbows, his back arched in the middle as
he stares coyly over his shoulder.

I go faster until I can match
his pace, and from there he�s the one controlling me until his arms give out and
he�s buried face first into the pillows again, muffling his moans of pleasure
into the down-feather object, his hands clawing again at the sheets as he
continues to increase the pace.

I can�t help but lean over him
slightly, enveloping his cock in my hand and pumping in time with our
movements. If only I could hear him moan�

The arm pumping him is securely
pressed against his side as I release his other hip, grabbing a fistful of hair
and pulling back until his face is free and I can hear those delicious sobs of
ecstasy. And still he doesn�t stop me.

Within mere minutes my hand had
left his hair to squeeze painfully against his shoulder as I pressed as far into
him as I could, a guttural moan escaping me as I came inside him, his inner
walls clamping down around me seconds later and his own semen spilling out onto
my hand and the sheets along with a strangled sob as he shudders and rides out
his orgasm.

We stay there, though Rei has
since collapsed back to the pillow, catching our breath and regaining our senses
until I finally pull out of him and fall to lay beside him, noticing the small
smile tugging at his parted lips.

�Now I see why cats love to
chase birds,� he mumbles as he fully lays down, the smile vanishing to be
replaced by a look of disgust. �I need a shower.�

It took me only moments to
realize that he had just laid in remnants of our love making session and
chuckled, pulling him closer to me for a kiss before I stand, tugging him along
with me to the bathroom.

---------

�Glad to see you�re back to
normal!� Max chirped as he scoffed down his breakfast of pancakes and hash
browns. �We missed you, mom!�

It was the first time in ages
that I�d seen him smile genuinely at that name he hated so much, and I wasn�t
the only one who appreciated it.
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