Chapter 1: Just a simple, normal morning
Robert's POV:
-- Years have passed from the third beyblade championships and all the bladers are now adult. And separated, too.
Tala moved to Spain and is working at the BBA along with his loyal boyfriend, Claude who also lives in Spain now.
Kai's a busy businessman in Japan and of course, still a lone wolf (luckily not a virgin anymore, thanks to Johnny!).
Michael and Emily are married and they live in Miami, with their just recently born daughter.
Miguel and Bryan started dating and they live in St. Petersburg. They own a shop.
Oliver and Enrique both are congressmen, but they still live separated, even thought they're dating.
Ian is travelling around the world, so he can be anywhere.
Johnny is still living in Scotland and he is still trying to get Kai to date with him.
Tyson is dating with Ray and they're living in China, along with other members of the White tigers.
Brooklyn and Garland are living in India, but what they're doing, is unknown.
Ming Ming and Rick are dating and they're going married soon.
About others, I don't know.
I found my castle a bit lonely so I moved to Spencer's apartment in Russia. Right now we have been dating for… Two and a half years. I'm still looking to a job, but nothing seems to be my kind of job. Spencer makes fun of it, sometimes. He's a psychiatrist --
I open my eyes and I see my lover's back and his messy blonde hair. He's still sleeping. His body, along mine, is nude due to our nightly activities. I yawn a little and I cuddle a bit closer to Spencer. He sighs a bit and then continues his sleep. I touch lightly his bare skin. He turns to lie on his stomach and he buries his face to the pillow.
"Don't suffocate…", I whisper and I kiss his neck. I hear a low mumble.
"Pardon? Could you say that again?" I say to him and he rises his head up from the pillow.
"I said I won't suffocate and that I'm now perfectly awake but I don't want to get up. What's the time?" he says with a listless, tiredvoice.
"07.37 a.m. and the day is June 29th " I say when I turn to take a look from my clock.
"Should we…?" I hear him start but I cuddle to him and he says, "No, I don't think we should get up."
"Good idea. Which one of us makes the breakfast today?" I say as I cuddle right onto him, "Love you…"
"Are you trying to make me do the breakfast?" he answers and his fingers touch lightly my cheek.
"Let me think… Yes", I answer to him and I turn to him to give him a gentle kiss, "I saw a dream. About what we all are now. Blade breakers, All stars, White tigers, BEGA and my team and your team."
"Oh…", he answers and then he turns to me and he kisses my lips and my neck, "Should we get up?"
"I guess so… I feel a bit hungry, so please make a breakfast to me… And you too." I say with a listless voice and then I hide my body under the silk-sheets.
Spencer gets up slowly. I gaze at him when he wears a pale-green yutaka. I hear him yawn and stretch.
"Oh, fine, I make a breakfast for you… But first I go to the shower…" he says and he walks out of the bedroom.
"Maybe I get up too…" I whisper and I get up. I wear a white shirt and old jeans – I'm a normal man even thought there's more than ten million dollar's on my bank account in Switzerland—
I walk to the kitchen and I put the tea-water boil. Spencer is still in the shower. He's like a fish: He can soak in the shower for half hours, like he would be born to live in water! That's why I call him goldfish
"Hey, my dear goldfish get out and please make a breakfast for me…" I tell to him when I walk to the bathroom door and I knock it. I hear him answer something like 'just in a minute, darling!' and soon after that I hear him curse in Russia. I have learned some Russia in here, but my Russia isn't perfect, yet.
I walk to the front door. I gaze at the hallway's wallpaper. It's light-blue and there's some paintings hanging on the wall, mostly sea-typed paintings. I open the front door and I go get the mail.
"Bills, bills, newspaper, hey, Spence, here's a postcard for you, it's from Ian!" I yell to my love, which finally comes out of the bathroom.
"What does it say?" he says and he takes the postcard from my hand.
"You know… You could wear a towel whole day… We're not going anywhere, right?" I whisper to his ear and he smiles.
"Yeah… We're not…" Spencer says when he reads the postcard. He kisses my forehead and snickers, "Oh god…"
"What?" I ask and he turns his head towards me,
"Ian is in Greece. He says that he bumped into BEGA – meaning Garland, Brooklyn, Mystel, Crusher. Ming Ming isn't there— and he says that he and Mystel look like twins due to they're both as tanned… I can imagine. And he thinks that we're envious because he's in somewhere warm and we aren't… "Spencer says and he gives me a long and passionate kiss to my lips. I kiss him back and I push him to the wall. He moans in passion when I slowly wear off his towel… I kiss and suck his neck while his hands sneak under my shirt. He wears off my shirt and he opens my jeans zipper… I moan to his ear and he kisses my neck… His hands slowly strip off my jeans and my boxers. My hands glide lower and lower on his humid body.
Then the tea-pan whistles and we break apart. I whisper to him:
"You taste sweet…"
"And you taste sour…" he whispers to me while he walks to the tea-pan, "In a good way…"
He gives me a cup of peach-flavored tea while I war my jeans on:
"Milk?" he asks with a dreamy voice.
"Oh, geez… I'm not an Englishman!" I say and I twitch my nose. I close my eyes and when I open them again, I see Spencer's back.
"Yeah… Sorry." He says and he puts the milk back to the fridge. He takes some orange-juice. He turns to me. His lips look juicy. I walk to him and I lick the juice from his lips. He looks surprised but he smiles to me after that.
"Honey? There's two alternatives; We go back to bedand after that we go to buy groceries, or we go to the shop now and to the bed after that." Spencer says and he has two fingers up.
"I take that first one." I say and I drink my tea. I smile to him. I get up from the chair and I pull him with me to the bedroom.
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After whew hoursthepassionate moans and lustful yells –that made our neighbors crazy—start toslacken off. We lay on our bed madefor two. I cuddle up to him and he entwines his arms around me. I look to his face. His hair is messy and his look is tired. I can see sweat running on his cheek like a tear. Or is it a tear?
"Spence…?"
"I think I sprain something… my ass, maybe..." He whispered but he smiles, "I don't think I can sit for a month after this… Yes, you're that good", he added when he saw a wondering smile on my face. I smiled even more. I'm not usually sadistic, but today I felt like being a sadistic little bastard in bed… Enrique once said that I and Spence don't have a sex-life, but he didn't know how wrong he was…
"Let's get up and let's got to that store…" I say and I get up. I don't feel any pain anywhere. Spencer gets up slowly, and he takes some clothes from the closet. Itake somenewclothes and I wear them.
"Ready?" I ask and I look at him. He mumbles something and he turns to me. He is wearing a baggy green jeans and a long black T-shirt and his usual green headband. I wear a lilac straight pants and a white sleeveless shirt. We look like exact opposites. Funny, isn't it?
We open the front door.
"Oh my sweet God of heaven…" I whisper as we stare at the basket where's a…
"It's a— It's a— A baby!" Spencer says and he stares at the basket.
Yes, there truly was a baby, a cute, dark-haired baby sleeping quietly in a basket on our front door!
"Aww… It's cute…" Spencer says and he takes the basket.
"Hey, we can't keep it!" I whisper but he doesn't listen.
"We can't leave him/her to our front door… He seems to be a good sleeper…"
"I hope so. Otherwise we're in trouble!"
I sit to the kitchen chair and I think how much we are in trouble. I sigh and I take some orange-juice.
"Damn it…"
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