Title: Russian Skies.
Summary: (Sequel to 'Spanish Nights') This time the dreams have return, but neither Kai nor Miguel are the ones having them. It seems its time for Claude to find his soul mate.
Pairings: Miguel/Kai, Tala/Claude.
Warnings: Yaoi. Fluff. Sequel. Might have a lemon, depending on my mood.
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade or any of its pretty, pretty characters.

Here we are, the sequel to 'Spanish Nights'. I wasn't planning one, but then NiennaAngel wrote one, called 'Russian dreams' a while ago now and she inspired me to continue. So this is all her fault :P. (Siiiggghhhs) I always do this. I finish a story and I start another two. Shoot me. Well, anyway, I hope you like this ficcie as well. Enjoy!


A soft trickle of water and a cool gentle breeze is the first thing that Claude is aware of when he open his eyes. He's here again. At the temple made of the purest of diamond, soft white flakes of snow surrounding the area by that, surprisingly, is not very cold. The air is cool, but not bitingly cold as one would expect it to be standing in a valley of snow.

Claude opens his eyes fully and glances at his surroundings. He finds himself next to a pillar, near the opening of the temple where he could see endless fields of snows, tinged with a lining of gold from the sun high above.

He has seen this sight many times before and yet he is still taken away by the natural beautiful and serenity this temple holds. It's a truly beautiful sight to behold. He has never seen anything like this before in his life. Waking life, anyway.

"Claude," a deep and intoxicating voice whispers next to him.

Claude involuntary shivers at the voice. That voice gets him every time. It's soothing, yet husky at the same time. He gasps softly when he felt a hand slip up his neck, a thumb resting on his temple, playing with his hair. He felt his eyes slip shut as the other hand rests on his cheek, holding him still. A mere moment later a pair of gentle lips place themselves over his, pressing sensually against his. He gasps again and involuntary moans when something warm and very talented slip past his lips to move against his tongue.

He prays to every God he knows that he isn't moaning in his sleep. It would be very awkward explaining it to his roommate, Aaron.

Slowly, the sensual kiss is force to come to an end and Claude finds himself whimpering in disappointment.

"Shh," his dream lover whispers before his captures his lips again in a soft kiss. "I too, grow impatient for out reunion my silver Dove, but it is not our time as yet."

"When will I see you again?" Claude whispers, a sensation of sadness in his voice.

"When the snowy silence frees your mind and heart of worry and despair," he whispers sensually. He then captures Claude's lips in another passionate kiss.

… … … … …

Claude sits bolt straight in bed, his face flush and his body trembling with suppress shudders of delight. He sighs as he tries to get his breathing back to normal. He shakes his head before running his fingers through his hair, calming himself.

He has only been in Russia two days and his dreams have intensified considerably. Each time the passion in these dreams would steady increase, and slowly does his frustrations. He knows who the man in his dreams is, but the name eludes him. Each time he tries to voice his thoughts of who is in his dreams, he finds that he has little to no control of his actions. To put it simply, he has no choice but to go along with the ride.

Not literally of course. Well, not yet, anyway.

Claude sighs again and throws his long legs over the edge of his bed. He sits there for a moment to gather his thoughts before he climbs to his feet and set about getting dressed. As he is doing so he finally realizes that he is alone in his room. Aaron isn't in his bed. That tells him two things. Either he had slept in or Aaron couldn't sleep. He hopes it isn't because of him. He blushes and shudders. God, he hopes he wasn't moaning in his sleep.

He sighs again as he pulls a thick woolen jumper over his head and trudges down stairs towards the kitchen. He's staying with his team and G rev in one of Kai's manors in Russian. It's far better then a hotel, and warmer as well. It also has it's own bey dish, gym and library. But more importantly, it had the Russian team staying here as well.

Yes, that's right. The Blitzkrieg boys are here as well.

"Good morning, Claude!" Matilda chirps before she is dragged away by Hilary who shouts to Kai that she's borrowing the limo to go shopping.

Claude waves to the young female before he turns into the kitchen where he receives acknowledgements of good mornings by everyone else. Well nearly everyone, the young members of G rev are still asleep. Ok, so he didn't sleep in, that must mean Aaron couldn't get any sleep last night…

"Morning," Claude greets in return before he turns his attention to Aaron who looks as if he's ready to drop off any minute now. "You're up early, Aaron."

"I couldn't sleep last night," Aaron replies tiredly.

"Why's that?" Miguel asks from his spot next to Kai who's sitting on the breakfast bench, his arms around Miguel's neck. "Bad dream?" he adds which cause Kai to chuckle and whisper something in his ear, which in turn made him smile and peck Kai on the lips.

"No," Aaron mutters. "You'll have to fall asleep to have a bad dream, right? I just couldn't get comfortable."

"It was a little cold last night," Ray agrees, his hands wrapping themselves protectively around a mug of hot chocolate. "Maybe that's why you couldn't sleep, Aaron."

"It didn't affect him," Aaron jabs a thumb at Claude. "Slept like a bloody rock, he did. Didn't utter a noise."

Inwardly, Claude breathes a sigh of relief. He wasn't moaning in his sleep after all. Claude shrugs as he regards Aaron again. "I didn't feel that cold, actually."

"Really?" Miguel hums as Kai wraps his arms tighter around his neck, gazing at Claude with his piercing, all knowing eyes. "You used to get cold rather easily before."

That was before the dreams of a beautiful temple of snow and diamonds started, Claude muses to himself. He shrugs again before he went about getting something to drink. As he reaches the coffee pot he felt eyes on him. He pauses for a moment and turns his attention in the direction he thinks the gaze is coming from. His eyes collide with those of ice blue.

"You might have to make some more, I'm afraid," Tala tells him with a small smile. "Aaron made that batch a while ago, so it'll be cold now."

Claude rolls his eyes and nods. He pours the cold coffee down the sink and starts a new batch. "Anyone want more coffee?" he asks and receives a chorus of yeses.

"So, is there anything planned for today?" Bryan asks on a yawn, his long legs stretching out on the kitchen table in front of him.

"I think Mr. Dickinson wants someone to give a few free Beyblade lessons in Moscow today," Kai says. "It's a promotional thing."

"Why don't you get Tyson to do it?" Bryan suggests. "Let him be with his own kind."

Everyone burst out laughing at that. Tyson certainly acts like a pre-schooler at times. Kai along with Ray begin describing to everyone a few of Tyson's most embarrassing moments. Ones that Kai has pledge to never yet the younger blader forget. Ever.

Claude listen half-heartedly to the stories as he waits for the coffee to perk. He lifts his head slightly to gaze out at the snowy fields before him. His eyes widen a fraction and he inwardly gasps. The scene before him looks just like the one from his dreams. The gentle snow covering the land with a hint of gold from the rising sun. It's breathtaking…

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" A familiar voice whispers into his ear.

Claude immediately jumps slightly and whips around to see who's standing behind him. He blushes darkly when Tala raises an amused eyebrow at him, humor dancing in his icy orbs. "Oh, Tala," Claude swallows thickly. "You started me."

"Sorry," Tala responds, although he didn't appear to look very sorry. Slowly, he lifts his hand and curls a piece of Claude's silver hair behind his ear, invoking the blush to deepen considerably. "I couldn't resist."

Claude swallows again when Tala smiles softly and pulls back his fingers, but not before he let then softly flitter over the skin of his jawbone. Tala drops his hand, turns on his heel and leaves the kitchen, saying nothing more.

"Claude, are you ok?" Miguel asks his friend, concern in his eyes.

"Fine!" Claude squeaks out. "I'm fine," he adds later after finding his voice again.

"Ok," Miguel mutters, his eyes skeptical.

Claude smiles weakly and turns his attention back to the coffee pot. He leans heavily against the kitchen bench, his hand grasping at the material over his heart. "What was that about?" he whispers to himself.


First chappy done. I'm hope you're liking it so far.

Tala: It's just the first chapter. You can't expect people to cast judgment already.

Quiet you, or I'll make this into a three chapter fic with no lemon.

Tala: I'll be quiet.

Please review.