Teehee. First fic with Bryan in it. I hope he's not too out of character; I tried to keep him the cold hearted bastard that he is. Concept of Bryan/Kevin goes to Blitzkrieg Demolition Girl. (Awesome pairing, honey, keep up the good work.)
There are mentions of Kai/Tala, but this story is probably just going to be from the points of view of Kevin and Bryan. I refrained from swearing best I could, (I believe I mean the 'f' word) but there is definitely some sexual references. Bryan is such a cold hearted pervert.
THIS IS ONE-SIDED. I don't know if I'm going to make them fall in love, because it's so damn interesting this way, but tell me what you think in a review, okay? Enjoy!
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Bryan's POV.
Tala is a close-minded, self-absorbed, egg-sucking prick.
Yeah, you read that correctly. And I'm sure now you're raging mad, because you're probably some Tala fangirl. If so, I have only one question for you; Why? Why the hell are you attracted to that little bitch? He slapped me in public today. Slapped. Like a schoolgirl. And when I recovered from it and started laughing? He cut me off from team funding for a week. How the hell am I supposed to pay for upgrades to my Hummer? I just bought the damn thing, I want to fix it up, and he cuts me off.
… Still don't believe me? Fine. Let me define it for you;
Tala is close minded because he can't let go of the past and except new things. He's picky about every guy he meets, he's afraid to try Chinese food, and he won't wear something other then the color orange. He's self absorbed because frankly, he spends about an hour in front of the mirror in the morning and he can't stop talking about how he manages such 'perfect' hair. And egg sucking? Well… okay, that one was a bit of a cheap shot, but I don't care.
Anyway. We were downtown looking for something to eat when it all started. This must have been… oh, I'd say two weeks ago. We were passing a corner market, and I specifically remember the smell of fresh fruits when I saw him. He was inside with that annoying girl from his team, the one with pink hair. She hates me for what I did to Rei Kon all that time ago, so I just hunched my shoulders and kept walking until he came into my sight. He was short and cute, with huge violet eyes and a smile that had my heart almost thawed when I saw it. He was holding a huge strawberry, probably the size of his palm, in his tiny hands. I was in love.
Or so I thought. Honestly, I've never really been in love before. Not true love. But when I saw this kid, who I later found out actually wasn't that much younger then me, I flipped. I stared directly at him as I walked, craning my neck to keep him in sight, and as I moved I failed to notice anything but him. Mistake. The next thing I knew, I was flat on my back on the sidewalk, with apples showering down on me. I fumbled back to my feet, not hearing the man shouting at me, but cutie was gone with his bitchy teammate.
Tala bitched the whole way back. I can't believe you did that, And, You're such a dumbass, Bryan. I ignored him. That smile, those violet eyes, and strawberries all over the place. I couldn't shift my mind to anything else. Maybe I wasn't in love, I thought. Maybe I'm just hot for him. It. Hot for it. I don't really see the neko-jin as a person, actually. Something that perfectly cute and small can't possibly be human. And yet, he stuck in the back of my mind for the next two days. I started dragging Tala and Ian to small Chinese joints, hoping to adapt to that cuisine. Maybe if I met him again, I could impress him and get him into bed. If he was even gay. God, I hope he is. I couldn't give less of a shit how nice he is, or if he's funny or smart, I just want to satisfy this longing. And until I do, it's only going to get worse.
As of tonight, I have grown absolutely obsessed. For the first two weeks I ignored the lust, but I think sometime earlier this evening, it stopped mattering. I had to at least know his name; I would be fine with that for a while. I went online and found pictures of the White Tiger team after battles, during interviews, and in random media snaps. And there he was all over again, and up until now he's been in my constant thoughts; Kevin. It had a name now, I could call it that; Kevin. I want to meet Kevin.
And I want to punch him, too. How dare he stick in my mind like this? I don't want to be obsessed with a short, small, little… helpless… tied up…
Gah! There I go again! I was afraid that if I didn't get help soon, I would end up raping the kid. It helped at first, knowing that if I did that he would no longer be innocent. He was even cuter when I thought him to be innocent. But the thought of him being so naive made me think of him being vulnerable, and if he were vulnerable then I could over power him, and if I overpowered him, I would end up raping him anyway. So it was a vicious circle of lust, longing, and self-hate. God, I want to bang him…
Now where was I… Oh yeah, Tala sucking eggs. Well, I managed to roam away from the computer, daydream all sorts of things about how I would hold the kid, what I would do to him, and what I would make him do to me. I was rummaging through the fridge and in came Tala, holding in his hands a picture I had printed of Kevin.
"What the hell is this?" He had asked impatiently. When he recognized the look on my face – the panic, the worry – he smiled.
"No. Way." He cooed, suddenly giddy with joy. "You like this little brat? Oh, ooh, this is too rich. Bryan wants the little neko!"
And I told him it was better then taking it up the ass from Kai. That's when he slapped me. And here we are now, me glaring at him as he gloated in his new knowledge of my 'crush', and how he had cut me out of the team funding for a week; like I had earlier stated.
"Shut up, Tala." I growled.
"No, no, this is great. What are you going to do, kidnap him? Tie him up and gag him? Rape him? Because let's face it, Bry, that's the only way you're going to get any from him."
I faltered, aware that the look of longing was returning to my face as Tala spoke. I did want to tie him up and rape him. I blinked back my facial expression and glared at him. I couldn't let Tala know that I had been planning something similar. I didn't want him to know any more then he already did.
"Aw, don't worry Bryan. I'm sure he'll magically not be afraid of you when you meet him. It's not like you're intimidating or anything." Tala laughed, and I fought the urge to smack him with all of my might. He would pay in due time. All good things come to those who wait, right? So how long do I have to wait for a bus to hit him? Or rather, how long to I have to wait to find Kevin in a back alley somewhere, when he's alone?
"It's none of your damn business, Tala. Butt out."
"Oh," Tala laughed, leaning on the counter for support as he cackled, "Oh you sound just like Boris. You know, I bet he could give you some times on how to seduce the kid."
I stormed out of the kitchen leaving him to howl with laughter. Fine. Let him enjoy this moment. When I win Kevin over and walk into the room with the little cutie clinging lovingly to my arm, let's see how funny Tala thinks it is. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Tala thought Kevin was out of my league. Well to hell with him; that kid is as good as mine.
And until then, I was going for a walk.
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Kevin's POV.
I'm so tired of hearing about this tournament. Lee can't get over it; the Bladebreakers are sucking this year, and it might end up being us against the Blitzkrieg boys. Well la-dee-flippin-da, Leeroy, I can't wait to have the shit beat out of me by a bunch of huge, steroid-induced lump heads. Well… minus Ian. He's not much taller then me, anyway.
Whatever. Since this became a possible reality, we've been training non-stop. Lee's been stressed about it, Gary's been eating more then usual, and Mariah won't stop warning about what happened to Rei the first time anyone ever faced them. Who did that again? His name started with a B. I don't really care, anyway, it's not like I'll be facing him. I might not even face anyone, depending on how Lee thinks it'll turn out. He doesn't have any faith in me.
At the moment, I'm standing outside a shop window, watching one of the many television screens inside. I can see my breath rising before me each time I exhale, it's that cold. I pulled my jacket around myself tighter and cuddled into my scarf.
God, its freaking cold in Russia. And it's been cloudy every day except for one morning two weeks ago. Mariah dragged me out to some corner market and I found the biggest strawberry I'd ever seen. I don't even know how produce can grow in such a cold place, but it was tasted alright. I remember we left just as some idiot caused a shipping guy to drop two boxes of apples outside. I wanted to go look, but Mariah dragged me out the other door. She ruins everything.
And god, has it been boring since. Boring enough for me to take a walk, at least. I turned away from the store window when a commercial came on; the one that Mariah thought was adorable last night. I hated it. The pavement was slippery beneath my feet; black ice. I swore and slowed my pace. The streets began to empty as the sun set, and I turned down an almost empty street with my eyes on the pavement cautiously, but apparently, my concern was ill-fated anyway. Not looking up had me failing to notice the man rushing toward me until we collided. My feet slid out from beneath me and I fell forward, throwing my hands out before myself. When I hit the sidewalk, I couldn't feel the gravel and ice cutting my palms, knees, and shins. I felt it immediately afterward and swore repeatedly, rolling onto my back. I pulled up, catching my balance long enough to recognize that the man who had run into me had kept running out of sight, before I tipped back.
And I didn't fall. I felt two large hands catch hold of me just below my arms and hold me up easily. The fingers on the hands gripped my underarms tightly, and for a moment I thought they weren't going to let go, until I was lifted back to my feet and set down. I turned immediately and faltered, forgetting the blood that ran down my shins and across my palms.
Bryan. He stared down at me with surprise and something else, something I couldn't make out. I blinked, awkwardly.
"Um…" I said, scooting back away from him. He towered above me, and I must admit, I was scared as hell. I could see him reaching for me, but I didn't seem to recognize that I should pull away. Not until he caught my wrists, at least, but by then it was too late. He held my hands up to the fading light and examined the cuts closely, remaining completely silent. He ran a thumb across each palm, over the cuts, and I flinched, inhaling sharply. He seemed to shiver at that moment, eyes flickering up to take in my face. They were piercing light blue, so bright and clear and sharp that I swallowed. Jesus H. Christ, I thought he was going to kill me.
And then, without warning, he dropped my hands. With one final long look, he flashed me a creepy smile and took off running passed me. I didn't look, so shocked that I just stared absently ahead of me until I heard a woman stop and ask me if I was alright. Did I need a doctor? No, I said hastily, and took off running in the opposite direction as the Blitzkrieg boy. What was wrong with that guy? What a creep, I hope I never see him again. Oh, wait… I might see him at the tournament.
Shit.
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Bryan's POV.
I touched him.
I touched him I touched him I touched him. He was hurt, bleeding, and he almost whimpered when I touched his cuts. God, I want more. But I couldn't just take him there. I stopped myself, knowing that there would be a better time. The Bladebreakers are blading like shit this year, and if they just lose this next match I'll be able to see Kevin more often.
Did you see his eyes? Good lord they were beautiful. He shouldn't be allowed out like that; people should have to pay to see something so amazing. I'm still tingling from the contact; his hands are so much smaller then mine, and I held him. Merciful cheesecake, I held him. (I think just touching him as made me so giddy that I'm actually saying things like 'merciful cheesecake'. Shut up.)
So now I have a problem. Raping him was one thing; I could just tie him down and have my way, and then leave. But now? Now I want to cuddle with him. Tala's solution was to knock him out, but… I don't think I want to do that. I want to hear him purr. Don't they purr when they're happy? Aw… I can feel the gentle vibrating now. I think I'm going soft for this kid… Must… imagine… hardcore… bondage!
… Ah, that's better. But what am I supposed to do now? He probably thinks I'm a freak. No, he definitely does. I saw that look in his perfect eyes. He probably doesn't want to see me ever again. But… Damn it! Now that I've built up all this lust and hope, I can't just let him slip away. I'll have to find away to get him to like me in the finals… What does he even like? I made the mistake of asking Tala.
"Eh. Sugar? He looks like the kind of kid to eat to much sugar."
"Tala, he's fifteen," I countered, "and I'm not going to use candy to lure him. That's way to cliché."
"Well I don't know, Bryan. Ask Kai to ask Rei or something."
"Why don't you? You're sleeping with hi-"
"Don't." Tala snapped, shooting me a warning look. I rolled my eyes.
"There's got to be a way to get him to like me." I mumbled.
"Maybe he likes being tied up." Tala suggested passively, though I could see he was trying not to smile. "Maybe you should just go with plan A and rape him."
"Oh go to hell." I growled coldly. And yet, I suddenly wanted that to be true so much that I had to get up and leave the room. Damn red-headed prick. Damn him to hell.
I awoke the next morning to find a large picture of Kevin taped to my ceiling. I stared up at it, startled, until I recognized that it was just paper on the wall, and that Tala had to die.
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Kevin's POV.
"Oh hell." I growled, crossing my arms over my chest. The bandages that wrapped around my palms brushed against my upper arms and irritated my skin, but I was too pissed to pay it any attention. The Bladebreakers had lost; the final round of the world tournament would be between us and the Blitzkrieg boys. While my teammate cheered, I slid down behind he sofa and let the pissed expression fade into worry.
What if I saw Bryan again? He had stuck in my mind since the episode at the street corner, and it still scared me; how close he had been, how he had touched my like that. I wouldn't be surprised if the cuts on my hands were infected because of him. Dumb prick.
Dumb scary prick. I shivered and sighed, picking at the bandages on my shins. Mariah had freaked when I came home all bloody the other night. She said I couldn't take the bandages off for another two days. I hadn't cared; I just nodded absently, to absorbed in the thought of what had happened to formulate a sentence.
Ian was a prick. Tala was creepy. Spencer didn't talk. And Bryan? Bryan wants to kill me. What else could that look have meant? I've never seen it before, not from anyone. It was like he wanted to beat me up, and then something else. Something that I still couldn't understand, and it was driving me crazy.
Eventually, we all ate and went to bed. "Training tomorrow," Lee had said as we split into our own rooms. I needed all the sleep I could get, and yet I couldn't even keep my eyes closed. Oh no, oh crap, oh shit. Bryan was going to kill me if I had to face him in the tournament. He would use that scary wind move and cut my limbs off, and then slit my throat. And I would die in a bloody, spurting mess of a gore and… death. I stared at the wall beside the bed, clutching the blankets, my lower lip quiver. Crap crap crap. Crap to the power of ten billion trillion. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see his eyes, so piercing blue that I had to open my eyes again. I got so tired that I almost wanted to cry, and when I still couldn't fall asleep, I sat up and turned on the light. I would read myself to sleep.
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Bryan's POV.
"Yes!" I blurted, pushed the wheeling chair away from the computer and spinning in a circle while I pumped my fist in the air. I had woken after a long deep sleep, full to the bring with the most wonderful dream. In it, I had come home to find everyone gone, and when I came into my bedroom, there was Kevin on the bed, arms tied behind his back, duct tape across his mouth. His cheeks were flushed and he had been crying, but at the sight of me he seemed too happy to even moan for help. What had happened after that, I'm afraid to say, is fan service, and I don't think you deserve to know it.
I had slid out of bed and opened an internet browser lazily, checking updates on the Bladebreakers; this has become habit, as I've grown obsessed with the thought of meeting Kevin in a match and whisking him up and away from everyone else. I've been working on a new move, and if I execute it perfectly, I may just be able to make a certain little green-haired cutie vanish… Only I would know where to find him, of course.
The news of the Bladebreakers tying with their opponents and failing out of the run had left me giddy. I glided down the stairs and into the kitchen before the others, and whipped up a hardy breakfast of eggs and pancakes. Then I went for a run. I came home and took a shower, and hummed. Which, mind you, is as close to singing as I'm ever going to get. The rest of the day moved by like a song; I trained, I surfed the internet, I argued with Tala about my crush, I returned to my room and day dreamed about Kevin with a choke-ball and collar, and then finally, I fell asleep. My dreams consisted of the same thing the ones the night before had had, only this time, Kevin wasn't tied up; he just slid into my arms and started making out with me. I woke up cuddling a pillow, imagining how his small body would feel beneath mine, or on top of my chest. I wanted it so badly that I had to go for another run to relax.
Three more days, I thought happily. Three more days, and I'll be able to see him again. Winning the tournament didn't matter to me. I just wanted to win over the little boy on the White Tiger team. I wanted to face him. I wanted to use my move, to blow so much dust and debris into the air that no one can see, and then I'll sweep his small body straight to me, and we'll vanish together.
Suddenly, I was graced with the mental image of a strong window blowing the soft hair from his face. What was once one violet eye became two, and I was overcome with the urge to see his full face. All in good time, I thought impatiently, not wanting to wait a moment longer. I had to vent this lust somewhere before I did something really stupid.
So I trained and ran and ate and slept. Two days left, one and a half, one day before the tournament. I was so cheerful the day before that Tala made a show of it, and before I knew it, Ian knew about my fetish. Together, the pair made a mockery of me. Revenge became more important for a short time, and I managed to throw Ian against a wall and chuck a glass of milk at Tala's head. I felt better, despite the extended week of no team funds. Just sixteen hours, and I would be able to see him again. So I returned to my room and began to plot. What would I say? How would I get him alone so I could say anything in the first place? How would I seduce him, when he could so easily seduce me just by smiling that adorable smile?
I began to brood, recognizing how difficult this was going to be. I was encouraged, however, by the thought of hearing his young, smooth voice cry my name, or the feeling of his warm back beneath my hands as I held him down before me.
And suddenly, with this thought in the front of my mind, a plan began to unfold.
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Kevin's POV.
"You look like shit, Kev. Maybe you shouldn't be battling today."
I perked up considerably. I hadn't been sleeping much the last three days, as you might imagine. But Lee's comment instilled hope in my heart, and I had to catch myself before he changed his mind.
"Yeah… I don't know what it is, I just feel really awful."
Mariah was on me in an instant, her hand on my forehead. "You don't feel hot. But maybe I should get the thermometer just in case."
"No, I just haven't been sleeping. That's all."
"Well why not?"
Lee lowered the paper and locked his gaze onto me. I was aware of the shadows beneath my eyes, and the bloodshot look to them. I was conscious that my hair was messy and that I hadn't eaten as much as I normally did. How could I, knowing that someone as scary as Bryan Bolkov was going to brutally murder me?
"I guess… I've just been nervous about the tournament." Okay, improvise. That's good. Just keep it within logic.
"Well… The Blitzkrieg Boys are pretty tough, but we can take 'em. Just remember, we're the White Tigers; cut throat and cunning."
"Yeah, right Lee. I know." And I did. It was the description a popular beyblading magazine had given us. Apparently, we're more popular than we had previously thought.
"Well if you don't feel up to it, Gary can take your place. I just thought you be all up for the glory." Lee mumbled, putting the paper down and looking back over his strategy write-ups. He had certainly crumbled easily, but I'm pretty sure he still thinks Gary is stronger then me. Bastard. Oh well, at least I'm out. I am up for the glory, I though bitterly, just not getting maimed.
I stood and crossed my arms over my chest. It was freezing in here, all of a sudden. I paced out of the room and to the window, falling onto the window bed carefully. I pulled my legs up underneath me and kept my arms tightly wrapped around my chest. Rain drilled down, blurring the glass panes and sending streaks of ice cold water trailing down before me. I looked to my knees and found a blanket folded neatly beside me. Scooping it up, I draped it around my shoulders and cuddled into it, leaning against the window frame beside me. Without the stress of being killed by Brian in a match, I drifted to sleep rather quickly.
The ensuing dreams, however, were provocative and thoroughly disturbing. I couldn't move, as though I were being tied down to something. I couldn't make a sound, either, no matter how loud I screamed. And towering over me with a cleaver in his hand, was Bryan. His smile, his eyes, that sneer as he lifted the blade high above his head. I awoke with a start just as he was pulling it down toward my face, and found myself in a cold sweat on the window bed.
The rain had stopped, frozen into snow, that had already begun to cake everything by at least a foot. I blinked several times and sat up. The lights were all out except for the one in the kitchen. I had probably been asleep for a few hours, and Mariah, Lee, and Gary were still trying to figure out the plan for tomorrow. I sighed and swallowed hard, standing with the blanket still tightly wrapped around my shoulders. To hell with preparation, I'm taking a Tylenol PM and going to bed. This is insane.
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cough Yeah. I wanted to write this 'pairing' really badly after I found out it was a possibility. Thanks for the ideal, BDG! (I refuse to spell your whole name. I'm so non-conformist.)
Also, did you guys know they're making a FOURTH SEASON OF BEYBLADE?
I freaked out when I heard. Hell. I'm still freaking out. -giggle-
