Title: Just Pay Me Back With A Kiss
Summary: Brooklyn is in debt to Bryan after the Russian saves his life and promises to repay him some how. But, despite being the genius he is, he didn't foresee exactly how Bryan wants his debt repaid.
Pairings: Bryan/Brooklyn, Spencer/Garland
Mentioned: Miguel/Kai, Tala/Claude
Warnings: Fluff. Request fic. First attempt at pairing.
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade.

Hey there, this is for dark-phoenix-loves-kai who requested a Bryan/Brooklyn fic. My first attempt at this adorable pairing. It's either going to be a oneshot or a twoshot. Who knows, maybe even three. I don't know yet. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Tilting his head back, Brooklyn peers up at the bright blue sky as a warm and inviting summer breeze gently caresses his silken orange locks. A small smile graces his lips and he closes his eyes, hiding his beautiful emerald from the world to see. Leaning his back against the large tree behind him, Brooklyn emits a small sigh.

It's a lovely day.

However, Brooklyn isn't exactly in a lovely mood. A hint of frustration laces his heavy sigh. He appears to be on edge, subtly jumping at any hint of noise around him. What has this usually calm and fearless Beyblade genius so worked up?

Two words; Bryan Kruznetsov.

Brooklyn has always been proud of his ability to foresee and predict his opponent's next move, but for the life of him he cannot even begin to fathom the one being known to him as Bryan.

Much like his other Russian teammates, he appears cold and impassive, but once you look underneath the emotionless expression lies a sadistic and mischievous troublemaker who is hell bent of causing as much destruction and chaos as humanly possible.

He's sarcastic, unpredictable and if he wasn't so god damn sexy, Brooklyn would have embedded his beyblade right in the middle of his forehead.

Ok, yes, he does think the platinum haired Russian is sexy. He'd be lying through his teeth if he said he wasn't. He never thought it was possible, that it only happens in those really pathetic romance movies and novels wherein the Heroine finds the Hero utterly annoying and egotistical, but handsome and attractive at the same time. It's incredibly cliché.

And yet, Brooklyn finds that infuriating Russian attractive and that's really quite irritating.

But what irritates him even more is the fact that he is in debt with the Russian. Bryan saved him from grievous bodily harm; he might even have saved his life.

It all started a week ago. Summer had just begun and the sun was setting later than usual. He spent his afternoon in the park, just like he usually does. It was like any other day. But this one day, he fell asleep, lulled by the warm summer heat. He awoke a few hours after sunset and realized that it was now night. He promised to meet his teammates for dinner that very night. He hated to be late, so he decided to take a short cut through the back streets, like he has done many times before.

But this particular day just happened to be a Friday, a day where many full time workers like to head to the bar to drink away the stress of their week of work.

There, in one particularly dirty and grimy alleyway, he quite literally ran into a small group of drunkards who were most certainly no businessmen drinking away the stress. They were three out of work deadbeats drinking merely for the sake of getting drunk.

And the way the three of them turned towards him, Brooklyn knew immediately that he won't be able to get out of this fight with the use of his Beyblade. The only battles he's ever fought in was over a beydish. He's never even been in a Beyblade street fight before. How is he going to cope in an actually brawl with fists and whatever weapons that were lying around?

Brooklyn can still remember the way his chest tightened with fear as the three men approached him, their lips forming incoherent, drunken slurs. The looks of inconceivable rage marred each one of their faces, all looking at him like he was nothing more than a piece of trash to be dealt with.

He never felt such fear before in his life, not even his epic battle against Kai caused him to shake and sweat as much as he did.

He remembered praying that someone would help him. And it seemed that he's pray was answered. Seemingly appearing from the shadows like some sort of an avenger, Bryan leaped in front of him, his face holding this annoyed, yet sadistic expression.

What happened in the seconds after that, Brooklyn still isn't exactly sure. One moment Bryan was in front of him, the words that he'll take care of everything on his lips, the next Bryan is standing over the three men as they lay unconscious and unmoving on the ground.

Bryan then slowly turned to him, a hint of concern in his eyes as he quickly ran his gaze up and down Brooklyn's body, seemingly looking for any injuries. "Are you alright?" he had asked.

"I'm fine," Brooklyn found himself replying, his voice betraying the fear he felt inside. He then spent the next minute and a half thanking his savor, promising to make it up to him somehow.

"You want to repay me?" Bryan asked, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. "I know a way you can repay me, if you want."

Although reluctant to agree to anything Bryan suggests, yes even after saving him, Brooklyn found himself nodding his head.

The repayment wasn't what he was expecting, though. He was expecting to be unwilling involved in one of Bryan's schemes to cause destruction or even help him in stealing a police car as they already have Bryan's finger prints on file.

However, what Bryan demanded from him was something small, but significant. He wanted a kiss for his trouble.

Inwardly, Brooklyn felt outraged.

A kiss?! Not only was that an odd and outrageous demand, it's down right immoral. What kind of person would ask for a debt to be paid with a kiss?

An irritatingly handsome Russian, apparently.

Ok, giving a kiss to Bryan wouldn't be that bad. There are worst people out there he could kiss. A lot of people. But what annoyed him even more was the fact that this will be his first kiss. He has never kissed anyone before, which is embarrassing in itself, and he certainly doesn't want his first kiss to be with some devious Russian in a dirty alleyway in the back streets of Tokyo.

While still trying to come to terms with the odd demand, Bryan pushed him up against the wall, pinned his body with his and tightly trapped his hands against his chest. He then leaned forward so their lips were a mere half an inch away from each other.

Brooklyn can still recall the way his heart started to race and the way his throat tighten with anticipation. He could feel Bryan's rock hard chest under the palms of his hands through the material of his shirt. He felt his strong arms like steel around his body, keeping him still, entrapping him. And yet, despite being pinned between a solid brick wall and an equally strong Russian, he left oddly safe and warm.

He felt protected.

He also felt unbelievable disappointment when Bryan suddenly leaned back to cheekily stick his tongue out at him.

"Not yet," Bryan said as he pulled back, wagging a finger in his face. "I'll take my kiss when I want. You better be ready when I do."

He then disappeared in to the darkness of the night as suddenly as he had appeared.

Brooklyn was left standing in the alleyway, completely lost emotionally and mentally. The confusion and frustrations has only grown over the last week as Bryan would constantly appear, seemingly out of nowhere to either pin him against the nearest solid object, or wrap him in his arms so tightly that he physically looses his breath. He would then lean forward, appearing as if he's ready to kiss him only to pull away at the last second, claiming that he has changed his mind. That he doesn't want it yet and then disappears into the surroundings.

In fact, that is exactly what happened moments before. Bryan pinned him to this exactly tree he is leaning against now.

Another sigh of annoyance passes his lips as he slips down to sit at the base of the tree, his fingers immediately moving to play with the lash green grass of the field before him.

He grits his teeth in annoyance when he realizes that his heart is still fluttering in his chest from the anticipation and then disappointment from the near kiss. He feels intense confusion, like he's conflicted. A part of him just wants Bryan to kiss him so he can repay his debt to him and carry on with his life. But another part of him actually enjoys the feeling he gets when Bryan invades his personal space.

Despite being stalked like a piece of meat, whenever Bryan takes him into his arms or presses their bodies together tightly, his annoyance and frustrations wash away immediately. He feels safe whenever he's with him, which is rather ironic since Bryan is probably the most dangerous blader he knows.

"Obnoxious Russian," Brooklyn hisses under his breath.

"Brooklyn?"

Looking up, Brooklyn's gaze collides with a pair of blue eyes, uncertain and concern shimmering within the bright blue depths.

"Are you alright?" Garland asks as he takes a seat next to him on the grass.

Ah, good old Garland. They say there is one mother hen on each team and there is no need to debate who the mother hen of this team is. It's no wonder he and Kai get along so well. Both of them are all knowing mother hens.

In fact, he gets along rather well with Spencer too. He is considered the mother hen of the Blitz boys. After all, only someone as patient and powerful as Spencer could keep three rowdy Russian's from causing chaos, while keeping Kai from killing them.

But there's another reason why Garland gets along with Spencer so well; he's has a crush on the muscular blonde, which is a good choice in Brooklyn's opinion. He thinks highly of the blonde as he's one of a few individuals who don't constantly remind him of the time where he nearly brought on the destruction of the world.

"I'm fine," Brooklyn replies, trying to make his charming and casual smile look real, but falling short. "Why do you ask?"

Blinking his bright blue eyes slowly, Garland tilts his head to the side, and expression of blatant concern on his face. "You've been growling under your breath about an obnoxious Russian."

A look of genuine surprise appears on Brooklyn's face. "Was I?"

A flicker of a smile appears on Garland's lips, an expression of amusement with sympathy. "I assume you're talking about Bryan?"

Brooklyn is unable to stop of groan of sheer annoyance from escaping his throat. "How could you tell?" he asks with a sense of sarcasm.

Garland simply gives him a smile of sympathy, recalling Brooklyn uncharacteristic ranting over the previous week. Brooklyn is usually so calm and witty with his mysterious drawl and speaking in riddles to confuse those around him. But lately, he hasn't been mincing his words with anyone. He's uncharacteristically blunt and often seems like he's suffering from internal conflictions.

And let's not forget to mention the way his physically bristles whenever someone mentions Bryan's name casually in conversation.

"Did Bryan do something?" Garland asks gently, hoping to learn more of his friend's plight.

Slumping against the tree in defeat, Brooklyn nods his head slowly. "You can say that."

Shuffling closer to his side, Garland leans his shoulder against Brooklyn's offering him a sense of comfort, comfort the orange haired blader unconsciously seeks. "What happened, you can tell me."

"Ok," Brooklyn takes a deep breath. "Here goes."

There, one chapter done! Squee, poor Brooklyn. Forever being jumped by Bryan. Don't you just feel sorry for him?

…Yeah, I don't either.

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