Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Running Scared ❯ Summon The Dragon ( Chapter 11 )

Authoress' Notes: I'm so sorry for the long wait! I'm not even going to blab this time…

Warnings: Same as Chapter 1. See chapter 1 if you're that concerned about it. This chapter: LEMON!

Disclaimers: I still don't own anything, and that includes Summon the Dragon, from the Yu-Gi Oh! soundtrack. I don't own the rights to that, either. (just the CD! ^-^)

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Chapter 11: Summon the Dragon

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I found Tyson sitting on the edge of the large stone fountain in the middle of the courtyard, and watching the koi in the basin swim around. He looked up at me and smiled before I got within a couple metres of him.

"Finally awake?"

"You could have woke me up, you know." I smiled back and he got to his feet as I walked up to him.

"I didn't want to because you were so peaceful. You needed the rest, love." Tyson wound his arms around me and I let my hands come to a rest on his hips, holding him close to me. "So what's up? Have you decided what our plan of action should be?"

"I've an idea, yes. For now, I think we should get in that practice session while we have the chance."

"Sounds good. Dragoon and I are ready whenever you are!"

I nodded and raised one hand to trace his jaw-line with a finger. "But first…" I swooped down to kiss him long and hard. His mouth opened compliantly to my demanding tongue and we got lost in each other for a brief moment. I was the first to get my head back on straight and pulled away slowly after nibbling on his bottom lip playfully. "Good morning, my beloved, dragon."

"Good morning." He returned, his voice husky. I took his hand in mine, linking our fingers, and squeezed. Then I led him to the other end of the courtyard where a fairly large outdoor beydish was built into the stone floor.

"We'll start here and work our way to the harder terrains some other time, if that's okay with you?"

Tyson nodded. "Sure." He went over to one side of the dish and I took up my place opposite him. Then I paused thoughtfully for a moment and shook my head.

"You know what? I think I'll start you off at a lower level of battle, Tyson. You know - work your way up?" I decided. He shrugged.

"Whatever you say."

"Alright. Max! You're up." I ordered, moving to stand with the rest of the group instead as Max pulled out his blade and launcher and took up his position and launching stance. Tyson echoed him and I got ready to count down. "Chief, you monitoring? Both of them?"

"Yes. I'm ready to go." He answered, his laptop up and running on his lap.

"Okay! Bladers ready?" At their brief nodes, I held up a hand. "Three…two…one…let it rip!"

They launched simultaneously. Tyson was a bit shaky but he didn't let it phase him, going after Max immediately. I watched his blade critically - the attacks he made, the defences he presented - analyzing for myself his strengths and weaknesses and taking note of his surprisingly increased abilities. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something about his style was slightly different - in a good way, though.

As I stood there watching, trying to puzzle it out, Kenny was busy analyzing the entire thing on his laptop, and Rei, Oliver, Bryan, and Enrique were watching the battle with extreme interest while Hilary cheered on the sidelines for her cousin.

"So what do you think?" Rei asked me as Max continued to dodge and weave to continuously try and avoid Tyson's attacks. I smirked as Draciel's blade went flying suddenly to land neatly at Rei's feet on its side.

"I think he's still got the ability and despite being out for six years he's still damned good." I told the neko-jin. "You're up next, Rei."

"What? Me?" Rei blinked in surprise and laughed nervously. "Come on, Phoenix! I had no chance six years ago and I highly doubt I have one now."

"So what?" I scoffed. "This isn't about winning or losing. Tyson needs practice and I want him to get used to battling against different styles of blading again as well as different skill levels." I gave Rei a tiny shove forward. "Now get out there."

Max came over to stand near me as Rei and Tyson took up their launch stances once again. "He's really good, Phoenix. Now I understand why Boris is after him."

I nodded. "Yes." I agreed, smiling widely. "Tyson is the only one who has ever been a true match for me, Max." I gave him a sly look. "You do realize he was holding back in your battle, don't you?"

Max looked shocked and spluttered for a moment as I turned back to the next battle. "Okay! Bladers get ready!" I called out. "And no holding back - either of you! Don't go easy on him, Rei!"

Rei scowled. "I wasn't going to."

Tyson just gave me a sheepish grin and apologized to Max. "Sorry, dude! I didn't mean to…"

Max laughed. "Nah. Don't worry about it."

"Ready? Three…two…one…let it rip!"

They launched and the two blades clashed in midair once before landing in the dish and going after one another with a vengeance. I smiled in smug satisfaction, folding my arms over my chest as Rei's blade was sent flying by a particularly forceful attack by Tyson.

"Ah! Driger!" Rei cried, watching his blade go up, up, up…and come crash landing down on its side with a splash in the koi pond behind us. Rei's forlorn look disappeared when he saw my smug grin and he glowered at me while Kenny fished Driger out of the pond. "You're so evil!" He complained. "I told you I wouldn't stand a chance!"

"Oh, stop that. Suck it up, Rei. You weren't even trying that hard."

"You think so? I've got news for you…I was. You think you're so hot?" He suddenly purred and I frowned at him. "Let's see you battle him, Mr. I'm the best."

I regarded him silently for a moment then shrugged. "Whatever." I said and crossed over to the side of the dish opposite Tyson, who had a wide, eager grin on his face and this hard gleam in his eyes that I hadn't seen for a very long rime. It made me grin back at him. "I see you're back in the groove, love."

"Hey, you know me! I love a challenge…and you are the ultimate challenge, after all." He replied, blithely. My grin widened and so did his as we raised our launchers and got ready. "Three…"

"Two…"

"One…"

"Let it rip!" We chorused, launching smoothly. Our blades hit the dish with a light clinking sound and went for each other immediately, with no tip-toeing around the issue. There was a loud cracking sound as our beyblades slammed into one another, making the others wince slightly and gape at the battle in amazement as Tyson and I got down to the business of grinding away at each other, and furiously continuing the battle.

"Holy crap!" Max exclaimed, eyes huge. "Now I'm kind of glad Tyson didn't use his full strength on me! He'd have totally wasted my blade!"

"He hasn't lost his touch." Bryan mused, shaking his head. "Take a good look, people. This is what blading is really about: a true match of strength, skill, power, and a love of the game."

Rei glanced at him, startled. "Never thought I'd hear that from you, Bryan. But I'm glad to hear it."

"I've learned that people can change, Rei, if they truly want to." Bryan gave him a small smile. "But I've always thought of blading that way. It was only a bit warped because of…"

"Yeah. I know." Rei turned his attention back to the match.

"What was that, World Champion?" Tyson taunted me. "Quit giving me love taps and hit me already!"

I smirked and gave him a smouldering look. "'Love taps?' Aren't we cute? You wanna get hit, Tyson? Fine." I planted my feet and let loose Dranzer. "Dranzer! Fire Arrow!" I smiled in satisfaction as my beautiful, fiery red partner rose out of my blade with a deafening scream of a battle cry. She attacked and Tyson barely managed to get out of the way, his blade avoiding the full brunt of the hit, getting side-swiped instead and careening dangerously before righting itself and resuming its spin normally.

"Impressive." I heard Enrique comment, sounding a tad shocked.

"Merde." That came from Oliver.

"Nice try, love, but not good enough!" Tyson gloated triumphantly. "I've seen that attack so many times it's ingrained in my head. And now it's my turn!" I folded my arms over my chest and gave him a nod, waiting patiently for what I knew was coming.

Hilary was cheering her cousin at the top of her voice. "Go Tyson! Give him all you've got!"

"Dragoon!" Tyson gave the order, loosing the great dragon from his blade - with a vengeance. Out of nowhere the wind kicked up and blew furiously, whipping everyone's hair and clothes around. Leaves and dust flew through the air and in a flash of intense blue flight, Dragoon appeared, circling and weaving with Dranzer high above the dish and our heads in a sort of greeting and assessment of each other after so long apart. I could feel the spirit's power, immense and intense, and it hadn't diminished one bit since the last time I'd seen him.

It was a beautiful sight to see our Sacred Spirits entwined with each other again in battle after so long. It was an even more beautiful sight to see my beloved dragon surrounded by the power of the Sacred Dragoon, the wind blowing furiously around him while he stood staring up at the spirits unfazed by it and smiling peacefully. He was…magnificent.

I glanced over at the others, feeling rather smug on Tyson's behalf, really, when I saw their dumbfounded, awed expressions - except for Bryan, Rei, and Hilary who had all seen it before. Yet even they were quite impressed.

Turning back to the battle, I called out to Tyson over the howling wind, "Welcome back, Kinomiya! I've waited a long time for this…"

He brought his attention back to me, a slow grin spreading across his face. I could see his love for me in those vivid blue pools and I hoped he could see mine for him just the same. Tyson winked at me and replied, "It's good to be back, Hiwatari! What's say we get this over with, hmm? Play time is over." He looked up to Dragoon and called his attack. "Dragoon! Attack!"

"Dranzer!" I yelled in response, and our blades went at it again. Flames shot out in every direction and had to compete with sparks that could be more aptly described as mini-lightning bolts as they flew outward, causing the others to duck and dodge to avoid getting hit. I flinched a bit from a particularly forceful attack and laughed in pure delight.

This was the way I loved to blade - against a true opponent who wouldn't hold back, who would never give up, and who would always push me to my limits and force me to be better than I was. And as I'd told Max before, the only person to ever do that was the young man I'd lost my heart and soul to long ago.

"I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself so much, lover!" Tyson grinned at me, laughing. "Too bad I have to end this now!"

"Bring it on, love! I can take whatever you've got." I told him. He gave me a quick nod.

"I know. Dragoon…Phantom Hurricane Attack!"

I watched his most powerful attack come at me and things seemed to slow down to a near stand still for a brief moment. "You've still got what you had six years ago, Tyson. But I've learned a few new tricks and I'm afraid that this time you can't win." I stared into his eyes with a slightly apologetic smile as I released Dranzer completely, our gazes never breaking from each other. "Volcano Emission!"

My blade turned from blue to a dark red and when it lashed out at Tyson's the resulting explosion was colossal and loud enough to shake the ground, sending the white blade zipping through the air and into Tyson's waiting palm. I recalled my own blade and tucked it away as the smoke cleared, revealing a massive crater at the centre of the beydish.

I watched Tyson put his blade in his pocket and tuck his launcher into the waistband of his jeans at the small of his back then saunter towards me with a content smile on his face.

"Awesome battle, Kai! We'll have to do it again sometime after I've gotten some more practice, huh?"

"Count on it, love." I held out my hand to him and he took it, linking our fingers together and holding firmly. He looked up at me briefly before he leaned up on his toes to give me a quick kiss that I helplessly had to respond to, dragging him as close as I could and kissing him thoroughly and not releasing him until he went limp and totally pliant in my arms, his fingers tangling in my hair.

We'd both forgotten the others were even there and I let my hands wander until I gripped his hips firmly and pulled him against me tightly, his little whimper shooting straight through me. His arms came up and wound themselves around my neck and he tilted his head slightly, changing the angle of our kiss and making it deeper, more passionate. I groaned in response and had this insane urge to pull him to the ground and simply immerse myself in him completely.

Luckily, Max interrupted before I could do just that, reminding me of our audience.

"Sorry to bother you when you're busy, guys, but…" the blonde tapped me on the shoulder insistently. I broke away from my lover's mouth and rested my chin on top of his head, willing my heart and breath to slow down and for my raging hormones to go away. Tyson cuddled into me with a sigh, his cheek pressed to my upper chest contentedly.

"Ah…sorry, Max." I ran the fingers of one hand through my hair. "You wanted something?"

He grinned at me and I just looked at him in return. "Yeah. To tell you guys that was the best freaking beybattle I have ever seen!" The guy was practically bouncing up and down he was so excited. I wondered how much sugar he'd put in his coffee that morning.

"Indeed." Oliver agreed, stepping up next to Max. "That was fantastic. However, now that I know who you are, Monsieur Hiwatari, I can not say I am very surprised. Your skill is legendary, as is your bit-beast and your name."

"Yeah, well, keep that to yourself, Oliver. If you don't mind." I gave him a nod of acknowledgment. "The world doesn't need to know I'm back just yet."

"My word, Kai." He gave me a graceful short bow.

"Well, now I know why Tyson's so important on this mission." Kenny spoke up, closing his laptop. "He's very good, and Dragoon appears to be quite powerful."

"That's an understatement." Max said.

The Chief's mention of the mission reminded me that it was time to pack up and go back to Athens and do a little brainstorming with the help of Mr. Dickenson and to get Bryan debriefed.

"Okay, everyone. Fun's over. Let's go back inside, pack, shower, or whatever, and get moving. We have work to do." I glanced at my watch. "You've got one hour and we'll all meet down in the foyer."

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Tyson followed me up the stairs and into our room. I got part way to my bag when I heard the distinct 'click' of the locks on the doors. I stopped and turned around to inquire of Tyson why and snapped my mouth shut when I saw his hands working quickly to unbutton his shirt and yank it off then go for his belt buckle.

"What are you doing?" I asked lightly, knowing perfectly well but wanting to tease him anyway. The look he gave me was hot and had me stripping my own clothes off in a hurry.

I'd barely stepped out of my jeans, both of us now naked as could be, when he pounced and we tumbled onto the bed, our mouths seeking one another and fusing together in a feverish kiss. His hands ran over me frantically and I rolled onto my back, dragging him with me until he was draped over my body and rocking against me insistently. Tyson tore his lips from mine and descended on my neck, leaving me to gasp in much needed air and tangle my fingers in his luxurious blue-black hair at the tingling bolts of pleasure he was invoking in my system.

"Ah, shit!" I moaned when he took one of my already hardened nipples in his mouth and sucked hard. "Uhn…Tyson!" I arched into him, wanting more.

"Mmm…Gods, Kai! Do you know how hot and turned on I got just from battling you?" He panted, pinching and rolling the other nipple between his fingers while his mouth worked the other, making me cry out loudly and writhe helplessly under the onslaught. I could feel his erection jabbing me in the thigh then rubbing against my own aching cock as he moved against me. "I just wanted to leap across the dish and jump you." His mouth left my chest and moved downwards with a wet trail. He kissed my navel and dipped his tongue into it, making my spine bow and a low whimper come from me in needy pleasure. It wasn't going to be long and I'd lose control completely and come.

"Tyson…can't…ooooh!" I didn't recognize my own voice anymore it was so husky and needy sounding. "Oh Gods, Tyson, please!" I was beyond caring if I begged anymore, and did so unabashedly, my legs splaying farther apart to accommodate him as my lover settled between them and proceeded to torture me with that incredible mouth of his and a very talented tongue.

"AH!" I was close to bursting when I felt a finger rubbing my entrance then slowly slide in. "So good…"

"It gets better." I heard him assure me - not that I didn't believe him. Another finger joined the first and his mouth continued to distract me as he swirled his tongue around my tip, licking away the nearly continuous drips of pre-cum that formed there. And then a third finger stretched me wide and he bumped my prostate. I let out a shocked yell at the spike of pure ecstasy and managed to gasp a warning.

"I'm…gonna…cum…"

"No! Not yet!" He cut off my orgasm quickly and removed his fingers letting me calm down a bit. Tyson kissed his way back up my body until he could kiss me again properly. I could taste myself on his tongue and I shuddered, moaning his name. "Tyson…"

"You know what else I wanted to do?" He whispered darkly in my ear, nibbling on the lobe. His hands ghosted against my sides and grabbed my hips, holding me still against him. I growled in frustration and squeezed the lobes of his ass with both hands in retaliation. He gasped and chuckled. "This."

He thrust into me hard and fast, just taking me. I gave a hoarse shout and my head tossed back, eyes rolling up into my head and closing as my mind swam with pleasure. Never had I ever imagined myself as uke to his seme but Holy Gods…

I loved it. I loved him. I loved this sudden display of dominance from him and I loved how he filled me as no one and nothing else ever could. I surfaced from the pool of love and lust I was drowning in to hear him asking me if I was alright and I realized my ears had stopped working for a moment there.

"…Kai?!"

"Yeah. I'm okay, love." I pried open my eyes and stared up into his, blue and silver depths gone nearly black with his passion and love.

"You weren't answering me." He breathed, and shifted experimentally, earning a whimper from me. I bent my knees, raising my legs up as far as I could and he sank in deeper, making him shiver and groan, "Gods you feel so good…"

"Fuck me." I rasped, grasping his shoulders as he propped himself up on his forearms on either side of me to get better leverage. "Finish what you've started, my dragon."

"Yes…" Tyson hissed, withdrawing nearly all the way from me then slamming back in. I mewled and he did it again, and again, until he was literally pounding me into the mattress. And with each stroke he hit my sweet spot, sending spikes of ecstasy coursing through me in waves until I couldn't stand it any longer and came with enough force to wrack my whole body with shudders as I poured myself out between us. Warmth flooded my mind, and bursts of white fireworks exploded in my vision and I cried out his name euphorically.

"Tyson!" I clutched desperately at his back and shoulders, sure to leave marks, riding the waves of my orgasm and then his when he made a strangled noise and shuddered, exploding deep inside of me with a low moan of my name.

"Kai! Oh, fuck…" he cried out and let his head drop to the pillow next to my head, trembling uncontrollably above me. I raised my arms and wrapped them around his shoulders and lower back, holding him to me as we both lay panting and gasping for breath, our hearts pounding as one. I turned my head a little and brushed my lips across his cheek and felt him smile then turn his head to kiss my cheek fondly. I smiled in return and kept my eyes closed and my arms around him, perfectly content to stay right where we were.

"Gods…" I gave a moaning laugh when I felt him shift and pull out of me then settle back down on top of me with a sigh. "I have no idea where that came from but…wow…"

Tyson chuckled and kissed my neck a few times. "Yeah. I completely agree." He sighed again and reluctantly sat up, staring down at me with sleepy blue eyes that sparkled a little with amusement. I raised an eyebrow at him and let my hands run up and down his thighs.

"What's that look for?" I inquired. He gave me a wicked little smirk.

"Hmm…oh, nothing. Just thinking that I'm the luckiest damn person in the world, that's all."

"Why's that?"

He leaned down again, pinning both my wrists to the bed on either side of my head. I growled playfully and gave him a little bit of a struggle, which just made him grin more.

"I somehow managed to tame the wild Kai Hiwatari. I earned his respect, his love, and now he's given me the last gift he had to give me - himself." As he spoke he became serious and even began to sound a little awed. I blushed, suddenly feeling incredibly shy for some odd reason. But I didn't look away.

"It just felt right." I said softly. "It feels right, Tyson." I gripped his hand in mine, our fingers twined together. "I am yours in every way. I love you."

"I love you." Tyson bent and kissed me soundly, until this time it was me who was completely pliant in his arms.

When he let me come up for air, I panted out, "You'd think we were still hormone-crazed teenagers or something." I was hard again and I could feel him equally hard against my hip.

"You've always had that effect on me, lover." Tyson informed me in a husky voice. "But we don't have time for another round. We should have a quick bath and get packed, don't you think?"

"Damn." I think I pouted.

He snickered and got off me, helping me up when I discovered my legs felt like jelly and a sharp pain shot up my spine when I tried to stand up. "Whoa, Kai! Easy, love." Tyson seemed to think for a moment then simply scooped me up into his arms and strode to the bathroom.

I yelped, startled, and clung for a second then glared at him. "I can walk, Tyson." I complained petulantly. He ignored me and set me down gently on the edge of the huge tub when he reached it. There wasn't much I could do so I gave in.

We had our bath quickly and any pain I felt after was reduced t o a dull, but bearable, ache.

Tyson and I dressed, packed and tied up a little, even though I know Enrique would have already called for cleaning service and to get rid of the food in the kitchens. In all likelihood we wouldn't be coming back to Russia, after all.

We all gathered in the foyer and split up into two vehicles - Tyson, Enrique, Max, and I in my Toyota (since it was already out anyway) and Oliver, Bryan, Rei, Hilary, and Kenny in Oliver and Enrique's rental SUV.

At the airport there was a brief argument between Oliver and Max over who would pilot my jet back to Athens. Hilary broke it up, pointing out that Max didn't get to pilot it here to Moscow and Oliver did so it was Max's turn.

I just rolled my eyes, equating the two to a couple of kids fighting over a toy. "Children." I muttered under my breath, making Tyson smother a laugh.

Once we were airborne and levelled off, I leaned back in my seat and allowed myself to relax, knowing there were going to be few opportunities for it in the days to come. Because despite the emotional few days we'd just had and all the mental stress, I suspected the worst was yet to come.

I finally had Tyson back. Now came the hard part.

Keeping him.

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Authoress' Notes: I know it's been a while. I don't anticipate such long periods between updates anymore but life is never perfect, right? Anyway, you all got a lemon to make up for it! ^-^ Please R/R!