WARNING: This fanfic contains homosexual sex scenes. If you are homophobic, or are easily offended by the mentioning of certain appendages - and what can be done with and to them, I suggest you turn away now!
DISCLAIMER: With the exception of Robert's uncle, the characters and places in this fanfic are not mine! I assure you they will be returned to their rightful places in perfect condition - and I will have made no money from their adventures! This story is a work of fiction, and I acknowledge that I have taken uncountable liberties with the Beyblade plot and characters' personalities / sexual persuasions. In no way do I mean the characters, or their creators, any harm or disrespect; I write this purely to show my love for the anime in my own special way - nothing more, nothing less.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's been nearly 10 years since I first started writing "Knight of Passion", and at the time, I received a lot of requests for a sequel. I'm sorry it's taken me this long to actually write one, but for some really strange reason, the inspiration that eluded me a decade ago recently struck out of nowhere.
If there is anyone still out there even vaguely interested in it, I hope you will enjoy! For this sequel to work, it will have to be a lot darker than its predecessor. I always felt I didn't explore the characters as much as I should have, and glazed over parts I should have detailed a lot more. I hope I can right my wrongs with this offering.
I am trying to write it in such a way that you do not have to read the first one... but I really hope you do anyway.
As always, I will censor this version to comply with this site's M-rated rules, but you will be able to find where I've got the uncensored version on my profile.
Thank you for reading~!
~Knight of Regret~
(Knight of Passion 2)
By Level4Chaos
Part One
The two boys had already been told off once for listening at Robert's door, but as soon as the corridor was free of servants, they were back again. Their difference in height made it easy for the both of them to press their ears firmly to the door at the same time, in the hope of making out some of the conversation happening within their captain's private quarters.
There was shouting in Robert's native tongue; something about staying out of his personal affairs, and that he was the rightful heir to the family estate, with or without a wife. Enrique's German was as rusty as Oliver's, but together, they managed to work out the gist of the phone call.
It had to be Robert's uncle and former guardian, the Duke, on the other end of the line.
Enrique and Oliver had only been staying at the castle for two days, and already Robert had taken numerous angry phone calls. At first, they had been polite enough to ignore it when he would excuse himself from their conversations, but the more shouting they heard, the more curious they had become.
They never asked, and Robert never told, but the Duke was obviously upset about something, and the boys had a pretty clear idea what it was.
Michael - captain of the American All Starz.
No one had imagined he and Robert would get along, let alone fall in love. Even Oliver, a hopeless romantic, had to admit it was strange their relationship had lasted this long. And the longer it continued, the angrier Robert's family were getting.
The last Jurgens heir, destined to be childless, because of some common punk? So, the threats began. They would take away his title, his allowances, his castle - everything, unless he got rid of the boy. He'd called their bluff, knowing that even if they did do as they said, he could survive on his Beyblading prize money. Perhaps not in the luxury he was accustomed to, but he certainly wouldn't starve to death.
Robert was, after all, the European champion. Appearances and endorsements alone provided him with enough money to enjoy himself without having to dip into his inheritance. He didn't need his family's old-fashioned rules, and he didn't need them.
He listened to the Duke reciting outdated rules and codes, occasionally grunting in acknowledgement, just so he didn't have to hear them again. Now that he was finally the man he wanted to be, why was everyone so desperate to change him?
On and on... he practically knew the speech by heart for all the times he had been forced to hear it. Stop playing with those silly toys, marry a girl with a good family name, and raise a son.
Out of sheer boredom, he opened a drawer on his desk, and flicked through the contents within - just a lot of invoices with nothing overly interesting to help him ignore his uncle.
Except for one seemingly innocent sheet of paper, folded carelessly in half, and hidden in the drawer to be forgotten. A secret contract he'd signed just to get Judy off his back.
His code of honour would never have allowed him to spy on or coerce his lover into revealing his team's secrets, but of course, the All Starz' coach had wanted it in writing. Judy's satisfaction, however, came with consequences - Robert was to end his relationship with Michael if the Majestics and All Starz ever entered the same tournament.
It wasn't that big a deal; after all, the Majestics weren't an official team, with no foreseeable plans to become so. It was just a convenient name to use when talking about the European champions as a collective. If Judy wanted to blow everything out of proportion, then Robert would go along with it, so long as it meant he could keep Michael by his side.
He shoved the paper back into the drawer. If only he could be rid of his uncle that easily! The phone call had stretched longer than his patience, with the potential to continue even longer.
Again, a reminder of his duties to his family, followed by a few, less than flattering observations about his chosen mate...
"You have only met him once!" Robert resumed his shouting; this time determined to end the call with the last word, as insubordinate as that was. "Do not judge me, or those I choose to surround myself with, until you know the entire story!"
The sound of the receiver being slammed down was Enrique and Oliver's cue to run back to the sitting room, where the fourth member of the Majestics, Johnny, was stretched out across one of the lounges.
The Scottish boy did not speak German; that, and he just didn't care what Robert's family had to say about Michael. He was confident that they shared his opinion of him. So, why bother playing stupid games, and listening in to private conversations?
"...And it was the best cake I've ever tasted!" The pretty French boy exclaimed, like he had been telling Enrique some amazing story the entire time.
"Sounds great!" The blonde nodded, a little too interested.
"You guys are idiots." Johnny cut in angrily, sitting up and scowling. "Why should we have to pretend there's nothing wrong?"
One look at how weary Robert was as he stood in the doorway, and even if he hadn't heard the muffled argument, it was still obvious there was something bad going on.
"Because there is nothing wrong, Johnny." Robert assured him, moving across the room and sitting back down with a forced, proud posture as though he had never left. "I have everything under control."
"Bullshit."
He hadn't jumped on an insane helicopter ride to Russia in the middle of the night and fought a hard battle against the Demolition Boys alongside his captain just to have him lose a battle of a different kind to his uncle. He'd done it for honour and loyalty to his friend, and now, he couldn't stand idly by and watch Robert lose the knightly privileges that he had been born into, just because he wanted a bit of common ass.
"Do not use that kind of language in my house."
The redhead pressed the argument, "You've been fighting with Duke Jurgens for nearly two years; you expect us to just keep ignoring it?"
"I would hardly call what you have done over that time ignoring it."
The other two boys sat in silence; their eyes shifting back and forth between their powerful captain and their fiery team mate; not sure whether to say anything before another quarrel broke out, or just let the pair wear themselves out.
It was awkward listening to them. They both had good points, and neither of them was going to back down. Johnny wanted Robert to dump Michael and fix the mess with his family, and Robert was so smitten by his American lover, he did not care what his family or Johnny thought.
Neither was afraid to admit their stance, as loud and resolute as the other, and so the stalemate continued.
Mid-argument, Robert glanced at the clock upon the mantelpiece, abruptly stopping his sentence and beginning anew. "I must go."
Johnny cast him a sour look; he knew where his friend was going, and he didn't agree with it one bit.
"Make him walk here." He suggested angrily to his captain's retreating back.
He was never going to like Michael, not whilst he was tearing the Jurgens family apart - and he didn't even know he was doing it!
The young lord headed out to the side entrance way, where his head servant, Gustav, was waiting with his favourite car. At once, the older man opened the door for him, and he slumped into the rich leather upholstery of the roomy back seat, sighing.
Gustav had been briefed earlier on his destination, so without a word, he drove out of the estate and onto the winding mountain road. Robert looked sadly out the window at the forest surrounding his castle. At last, he could drop the act, and be himself - his wretched self, who just wanted to scream. If it wasn't his family, it was Johnny. If it wasn't Johnny, it was the media. Why did things have to be so difficult? All he wanted was to be in love.
As forests became fields, Robert poured himself some wine. He felt like indulging in some luxury; he was tired from arguing all morning, and the international airport was an hour away. There was nothing nicer than some good wine and the scenic landscape of his home to relax him and put him in a better mood to receive his guest.