Emotionless Tomorrows

The sun was strong in the sky that day as the sun beat down on the four figures that were gathered under a large oak tree. The four young men under the tree were currently in Europe, waiting news that would allow them to continue their world trip. It was a vacation they longed deserved for all the years of hard work they were forced to do. One of the young men under the tree, a red head was on his back, looking up at the clouds that floated by. His teammates, a young man with short silvery hair sat with his back against the tree along with a tall male with blond hair. A younger male with dark navy bluish-purple also lounged on the ground.

The red head allowed his eyes to close for a long minute, the wind drifting over him occasionally. So this was what it felt like to be at real ease. For the longest time when he lived in Russia, those words would never have crossed his mind. But after his defeat at the hands of a certain blue haired young man from the Japanese Beyblade team, the Bladebreakers, a lot had changed. Not just what he thought about Biovolt and what they were doing, but himself and his teammates also changed.

“Tala,” a voice spoke, breaking the silence.

The male with red hair opened his eyes, shifting his azure gaze from the sky to the short younger male that was in the grass also. The young man had his hands behind his head, his brows curled in slightly, as if thinking. “What is it, Ian?”

The younger Russian turned his head to stare at his team captain for a minute before speaking. “How much longer do you think we will be here in Europe?”

“Well, Mr. Dickenson’s arranging for us to go where we want,” Tala stated. “It shouldn’t be too much longer before we will be leaving here.”

“I see.” The younger male turned his attention back to the sky. For the past year and a half almost the Demolition Boys managed to work up enough nerve to betray Biovolt and Boris. Gathering as much information for Mr. Dickenson to finally bring down the corrupt corporation and free the children that remained at the abbey. “So…where do we go next when we are able to leave here?”

“Anywhere we want,” Tala said. “Boris can’t stop us anymore from doing what we want. No matter what sort of defense lawyer he has, he won’t be able to get off for what he did to us. There’s too much tandtanding evidence against him, and they have our testimonies.”

“But will we have to appear in court when it’s time to testify to what we said?” Bryan said, opening his eyes, looking over at his team captain with thought. Tala thought over the subject and sighed.

“Probably so. But I think that they’re trying to give him as quick a verdict before this thing is drawn out any longer than they want it to. So there’s also a possibility we may not need to testify in court,” Tala remarked.

“So, once everything is cleared, we won’t have anything to worry about,” Bryan said.

“Exactly. We’ll be able to do what we want, instead of someone else telling us what we can and can’t do. No one will ever be able to make us do anything we don’t want to. We can close that chapter in our lives and start on a new page,” Tala stated.

“Speaking of new pages, where are we going once we leave here?” Spencer spoke up for the first time since the conversation began. “I know we keep saying anywhere we want, but a specific destination would be more desired.”

“Spencer has a point,” Ian said. “I mean it’s cool that we can go anywhere, but where is that anywhere going to be?” Silence fell over the four boys again, thinking about that question.

“I have a suggestion,” Bryan remarked after a minute.

“And that would be?” Tala questioned the slightly younger male.

“The Bladebreakers,” was Bryan replied.

The remark shocked Tala completely. He wouldn’t have thought that the male would want to go visit the Japanese Beyblade team. After almost two years of silence between the teams, it would seem strange for the Demolition Boys to appear out of the blue. The last thing that any of them had heard concerning the Bladebreakers was Boris talking about Voltaire’s death almost a year ago. Besides that, nothing was said or mention of the Japanese team.

“Why would we go see them?” Ian remarked to Tala’s own unasked question.

Bryan smiled slightly with something on his mind. “I think it would be interesting to see how they’ve been. Whether or not they’ve gotten any better. I say another match with them would be something I could look forward to.”

“I suspect someone hasn’t gotten over their obsession with a certain Chinese member of that team,” Spencer stated.

“I wouldn’t call it an obsession. Just a rivalry that I want to settle once and for all perhaps,” the silver haired male said. “So, what do you think about it Tala? Another fight with Tyson, only this time everything Biovolt aside?” Light eyes rested on the red head male who thought it over.

The idea did strike him as interesting. How far had Tyson really come since they last battled each other? The young man must be exceptionally strong by now. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea to see what the Bladebreakers were doing. “I wonder…”

“Wonder what? Tala?” Ian inquired propping himself up on his elbows to look at his team captain.

“How he’s doing,” Tala murmured.

“Who?”

“Tyson. I wonder what he’s doing right now.”

“You want to find out?” Bryan said with a smirk. “All you have to do is say it and I’m sure that Mr. Dickenson wouldn’t mind if we go see them. I’m sure he would more than approve of it.”

“All right then, Bryan, you talked me into it,” Tala smiled, looking at the sky.

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Tyson tried to move from Kai’s lap as the male’s hands went lower past his navel. Tyson bit back a moan feeling hands massage the insides of his thighs. Tyson knew that Kai was only trying to get back on his good side after the previous night. He expected to walk into the room where Tyson laid curled up on the bed, after spending hours cleaning up the mess Kai first caused, and pull the male into his lap, waking him with kisses that had no more tenderness than a knife in the side.

“Don’t fight me Ty-koi,” Kai murmured, using the nickname he had given Tyson. The blue haired male felt tears rise to his eyes, hearing it. Being reminded of how things had been. Before Kai’s grandfather died of a stroke leaving him everything, before Kai crumpled from the news and changed. “I love you, don’t fight me.”

Tyson moaned, tossing his head back as Kai’s hand wrapped around the erection he forced from Tyson with his façade of love. Tyson could feel a thumb stroke the tip of his erection, pressing down on the tiny slit slightly. Kai continued to nibble on Tyson’s shoulder, trying to get the male to stop moving.

“Please stop, Kai…please…” Tyson cried as a hand slowly stroked him, as the other hand came up to one of his nipples, thumbing it until the nipple was taut.

“Ty-koi, please don’t fight me. I want to make up for last night. I’m sorry you know that, don’t you? You know how I get when I get angry that you try to leave me. I couldn’t control myself, and I lashed out. Promise you won’t tell anyone about it?” Kai whispered huskily, licking and sucking at Tyson’s neck, his hand stroking the male faster.

Tyson thrust into Kai’s hand, moaning with each stroke made, hating himself that he could be so easily manipulated like this. Why couldn’t his body let him forget everything? The warmth of those arms around him, the touches that he once loved more than anything else in the world, the kisses that drove him over the edge, and the words haunting the past. If only he could completely erase the presence of those incessant emotions from himself…maybe he wouldn’t hesitate leaving. If only he could forget the past and run as far away as his legs could take him without looking back.

“Kai, please stop,” Tyson moaned. His blood was like liquid fire rushing through his veins. If this kept up, he wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop the . K. Kai knew that Tyson was his to do with as he pleased and his one weakness was former feelings of their relationship in the past.

“Promise me, Ty-koi.” Kai stopped his statioation for a long minute, feeling Tyson squirm uncomfortably in his lap. He had the male now. “Promise me, and I’ll continue. Promise me, Ty-koi?” Kai nibbled on the male’s neck, sending another shudder out.

“Kai,” Tyson mewled. He couldn’t take this, not with his blood buzzing with need. The passion and sadness of being so weak as to give in to such paper-thin promises in exchange for sex made Tyson loathe his existence more by the minute.

“Promise me, Ty.” Kai’s hand went up to the crown of Tyson’s erection and rolled it between his fingers, sending Tyson into frenzied wanton as he thrust up into Kai’s hand, only to have Kai still his hips with his other hand. “Promise me.”

“Yes,” Tyson whispered, giving in to Kai. “Yes, just please…”

“Please what?” Kai smirked with a glint coming into his eyes. “Last night you didn’t want me to touch you. A few minutes ago you were trying to pull away from me. What is it that you want, Tyson? You have to make up your mind.”

“You know what I want Kai,” Tyson begged.

This was turning out to be another one of Kai’s mind games. He would make Tyson want him, act like he was sorry for all the horrible things he did, only to toss Tyson into disarray when he forced Tyson to contradict something that happened. Like this for instant, Kai knew that the only reason Tyson didn’t struggle was because he forced Tyson to want him, where as last night as comple dif different than now.

“I do?” Kai remarked. “But I don’t know. You want me to do a lot of things now and days Tyson, my love. Lnighnight when I was fucking you, you didn’t want me to. You wanted me to stop. Now you do. You are the most indecisive little bastard I’ve ever known. You even want me to die, don’t you, lover?”

“No…I don’t,” Tyson said.

“Don’t lie to me Tyson. It’s in your eyes all the time. I see it when you look at me. You want to kill me, don’t you?” Kai slid his hand back down the length of Tyson’s erection, pumping harder than he had before. Tyson arched his back, his nerves blazed with lust. The hand that was thumbing one of Tyson’s nipples pinched it hard, causing Tyson to gasp more. Just as Tyson was ready to hit his orgasm, Kai took his hand away from Tyson’s member completely.

The blue haired male nearly screamed, going insane with and and want. Every nerve was on fire by now. Kai moved from the male from his lap, reaching into his pants pocket for something. Tyson turned his head, his eyes widening as Kai pulled out a pair of stainless steel handcuffs.

“Kai...what are you going to do?”

Fear overlapped the burning need for release momentarily as Kai pushed him down on the bed, cuffing one of his wrists, before looping the other cuff through one of the bed’s railings and cuffed the male’s other wrists. Kai smirked at the male that was so beautifully at his mercy now.

“There, now that’s better.” Kai’s eyes roamed over his handiwork.

“Kai,” Tyson said. “What are you going to do?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Kai chuckled wickedly as he leaned down towards Tyson’s weeping arousal, flickering his tongue over the tip. A groan tore from Tyson’s lips, reminding him of just how close to a climax he was. Tyson tried to thrust up into the dual haired male’s mouth, but was met only by air. Kai was getting off the bed, putting on the clothes he had discarded earlier to get Tyson into this position.

Tears sprang into Tyson’s eyes realizing that Kai meant to leave him like this while he went out. There was no use struggling to break these handcuffs because Kai probably brought a good pair he knew would hurt like hell to try to break.

“Kai, please!” Tyson heard the shrilled note of want in his voice and hated it. He was begging to be taken like some cheap whore, it disgusted him, but right now…he didn’t care.

Kai shifted his eyes to the cuffed male on the bed. Meeting Tyson’s stare, he could see the amount of desperate need and pleading. “Are you that horny Tyson?”

“I’m sorry Kai, just please don’t leave me like this,” Tyson whimpered.

“Are you sorry for wanting me to die?” Kai inquired with a brow raised.

Lowering his head, Tyson choked back another sob, nodding. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me Kai, please.”

For a long minute Kai stood there, thinking about something before walking back over to Tyson. Placing a knee on the bed, he leaned in, licking at one of Tyson’s hard nipples. Taking it in his mouth, biting down on the nub of flesh. Tyson cried out in surrender, allowing Kai to lick away the small dots of blood that rose from him breaking the skin. Tyson squirmed and moaned as Kai’s mouth went further down, biting and licking the skin. Dipping his tongue into Tyson’s navel before heading lower, where his mouth stopped.

Kai pulled away with a smirk, but not before letting a single finger flicker over the throbbing erection Tyson still had. Tyson bucked up with frustration. Kai laughed, seeing more of the male’s seed slip down the side of his arousal. Tears streamed down Tyson’s face, watching Kai go back to dressing.

“Kai,” Tyson whined.

“What do you want?” Kai replied quite annoyed he continued to be interrupted from dressing. His auburn eyes were cold as he met Tyson’s stormy eyes once more.

“Please don’t leave me. Please Kai,” Tyson begged. “Not like this, please!”

“Why should I give you gratification when you hate me and want me dead?” Kai reproached.

“But you made me,” Tyson started, only to have Kai slap him hard across the face soundly.

“I made you say those things? I didn’t twist your arm behind your back and make you say a fucking thing,” Kai growled angrily. “Maybe I should have. You told me of your own free will. Don’t you ever lie like that again, or I promise I will slit your throat open so you will never speak again.”

And with that, Kai turned sharply, walking out the room. Tyson knew if he screamed no one would hear them. The maids in the mansion (the exact same mansion that Voltaire had when he was living) were as afraid of what Kai would do to them, as they had been of the dual haired male’s grandfather. Screaming did nothing, except maybe make Kai come back in the room and give him a reason for scream he did not want.

Despite knowing that screaming may bring Kai back in the room, Tyson could not help the anguished scream that ripped from his throat as he did try to struggle to break free. The handcuffs did not yield supporting his theory right. Tyson’s mind gnawed at him with raw mental and sexual frustration from his severe need for a release. Why? Why was this happening to him? What did he do to deserve this?

Another sob shook the male with aversion. The sobs continued to come, shaking his naked, aching body until he finally wore himself out. Sleep was the only solitude from the world he could find. There he was still free to go where he wanted without having to fear that Kai would yank him back into his possession. If he could have slept forever, Tyson would have done so. Waking up hurt like hell.

{To be continued...}