Decisions

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or characters used in this story. If I did, this would be an official manga instead of just fanfiction XD

Warnings: some language and of course – Yaoi… I'm thinking about writing mpreg (male pregnancy) and it might as well turn out to be a part of this story…

Pairings: Bryan/Lee, Kai/Ray, some others, mostly unrequited, may be mentioned

A/N: Characters might be a little OOC, well, maybe a lot, but I'll try my best not to do so. Any OOC-ness results in the fact that I haven't seen Beyblade anime, nor have I read the manga… my friend told me about Beyblade, I heard about it a million times, I watched a few episodes, I've read tons of fanfiction and became addicted to it…

I know I should be uploading my other story but now I have Beyblade period so... sorry, I will upload other things as well :)

Chapter 1

Lee's POV

It was a bit before the dawn when I woke up. Nothing unusual – I've always been a light sleeper and I didn't need that much time to feel refreshed. I stretched lazily on my bed, just because the warm sheets felt so good against my bare back, and with a loud yawn, I proceeded to the bathroom. Pretty much a usual morning, with cold shower waking me up completely and the soft humming of water boiling for my regular cup of tea.

I heard the rustling of keys in the lock and as it could be only one person, I continued my morning ritual with newspaper and jasmine oolong. One minute and hundred muttered curses later, I really saw a crouched figure creeping through the corridor. A glance at the alarm clock on the counter told me it was 6 AM, which in other words meant "way too early for Bryan to live". With a smile that played on my lips, I followed the grey-haired zombie, only to find him already collapsed on my bed, not even bothering with taking his boots off. I frowned a bit at the image of melting snow forming a wet stain on my clean sheets, but the amusement prevailed as he let out a pained groan muffled by my own pillow.

"What happened?" I asked, as it was rare for him to come here unannounced and even this early in the morning. He just growled and I had to wait a bit before I got the answer.

"They're renovating my house. Let me sleep… for a week. Or two."

I chuckled a bit as his groans broke into a string of insults directed to one certain person. I swear his landlord on the other end of Moscow must have been sneezing like crazy.

After a while it became obvious that he fell asleep again – it never took much for him to do so – and I decided to ignore his boots on my bed for this time. I would make him clean that up later, as he made it quite obvious that he was staying for a while, heh.

I managed not to stumble upon the big black rucksack lying on the floor, apparently packed in a hurry as half of the things were sticking out of it. Returning to my tea, I still had the image of his sleeping face in my mind, a face half buried in the pillow and deeply frowned upon the early hour. He was distinctively attractive even in this state, grumpy and anti-social and lacking sleep terribly. I couldn't kick him out even if I wanted to, and I definitely didn't.

After all, he had been a part of my life for – more or less – five years. It was quite a long time and we've come to know each other well during that time, but still, we were nothing more than friends. Fuck buddies, if you like – we had sex from time to time, but it was not lovemaking. We didn't share that passionate looks and hot kisses during the day, we didn't long to stay in each other's presence – it was more of tolerating each other and helping each other relieve our lust and need. It had always been enough for me as I was still in love with Ray and I somehow felt it was enough for Bryan because of the similar reason. I've never learned who his secret crush was and he never asked about mine, but somehow, we understood each other and this weird relationship was definitely better than being completely alone.

And… it gave Ray the necessary illusion of me being in a steady relationship, so he didn't have to worry about my feelings for him. I had no doubt he knew – he realized it that day when he and Kai had promised to each other that damned eternal love. It was kinda like a wedding, with Ray in his white kimono and Kai with his "official-and-not-affected" look, but his hands trembling. Ray was forever Kai's and even if I couldn't put up with that, I still remained his best friend, his shoulder to cry on when Kai said something too mean. It wasn't enough and still, it was, in the weirdest way possible. I knew it was the only way to stay by his side, so I even moved to Russia, the coldest and most unfriendly country I knew. Now, it wasn't so bad, when I grew accustomed and bought a lot of sweaters and jumpers, but still, I missed my sunny village from time to time. Sometimes, we even reminisced together with Ray, looking through all those old photos I couldn't help but bring with myself when I had been moving here, and I loved those times with hot chocolate and familiar faces with yellowish tinge to them.

I snapped back to reality and switched my laptop on – there was some work I had to do, even if I had to resist the sudden urge to return to that large, no longer empty bed and cuddle to the warm body – not that I would ever confess that to anyone.

When I finally managed to clear my head and started doing something useful, a loud knock echoed through the quiet flat. In a few seconds, a knock became a loud banging noise and until I managed to take those few steps from kitchen to doorway, the person on the other side already kicked my poor door a few times.

"What the hell do you…" I began angrily – no one was allowed to damage my property freely – but soon I fell silent as the amber eyes of the intruder glaring at me were furious and desperate at the same time.

"Can I stay here for a while?" Ray asked and I knew he's forcing his voice not to tremble. I had to force my own words to stay steady as my heart, as always, began to beat faster when I was near him.

"What's wrong?"

"Can I?!"

He looked absolutely lost, like a stray kitten – I knew how cliché it sounded and how painfully I would die if he knew I thought that – but his big, watery eyes looked exactly like that, a little neko lost in the snowstorm.

The snow reminded me of a certain someone and I frowned a bit:

"Something's wrong with Kai?"

As I spoke that name, those eyes started to well up with tears – and according to how reddened they already were, I figured that he had been crying a lot lately. Ray collapsed in my embrace and didn't even bother to suppress all those sobs and hiccups, soaking my sweat-shirt completely with his tears. Not that it mattered to me – it was kind of sadistic, but still I enjoyed times like these, when I could hold him tightly, feeling his warmth and softness, and it counted for comforting.

"I'm… I'm not sure anymore," he sobbed and clutched at my shirt, as I tried to step back a bit and close the door, so his almost hysterical shrieks wouldn't be heard in the whole house. After a while, I succeeded and his sobs turned even louder.

"Could I… stay here? Please…"

"Sure," I said, unable to tell him anything more constructive, as I caressed his soft black hair – damn, it smelled so good even now – and tried to comfort him.

"Thanks… because I'm… not sure," he repeated again and again, still getting louder, and though my shirt muffled his shaking voice a bit, it obviously wasn't enough, as behind my back, I heard footsteps and when I turned, a familiar voice echoed, deep and a bit husky from sleep:

"I wonder why you're making so much noise," Bryan yawned and leaned against the wall, still too drowsy and unfocused. Somehow, even in his slumber he must have realized just how warm my flat was, and shed a few layers of clothing – in fact, shed everything except his boxers and socks, which apparently remained on their respective place only because of his laziness. His hair was messy and he looked strangely adorable – well, another word I would be killed for, if that person knew. But still, he somehow matched that place quite well, the bed visible behind his back, the wall he was leaning against, even the vase he almost knocked down from the coffee table. This whole place, a place in my life, suited him so much that even I was left with mouth wide open.

"Oh… hi, Ray," he waved and with another massive yawn, he proceeded to the kitchen for his morning dose of caffeine. He looked as if he had been doing it this way for years and when I finally managed to turn to Ray, I found him with his jaw fallen somewhere to the ground and there was even more colour to his cheeks, previously blushed only from his weeping.

"Uh..." Ray stepped back from my hug – I didn't even realize my arms were still on his shoulders – and coughed uncomfortably.

"I… I'm sorry, Lee… if I knew… I wouldn't have asked to stay here… uh…"

I was paralyzed to the point of being unable to come up with some accurate excuse. I always told Ray that it was nothing too serious between me and Bryan, always leaving the back door open if Ray decided he didn't like Kai anymore… though I knew it was hopeless. And now, when the chance finally came (I knew it was horrible of me to think this way about my friend's misfortune, but I couldn't help myself)… now it looked like me and Bryan, who in fact wasn't even my boyfriend, moved together.

And maybe I would be able to say something poor and explaining, if said not-even-boyfriend hadn't been half asleep and if he hadn't considered it a great idea to hug me from behind and kiss my neck passionately. I wasn't able to resist – he was a good kisser and before all, he caught me off-guard, so my eyes fell closed on their own – and when he pulled back after only a few seconds, he smiled at poor, shocked Ray too nicely to be true:

"Feel free to stay. The guest room is on the other end of the flat, so you won't be disturbed…"

He left that sentence unfinished, but still, it spoke volumes and I didn't even have the strength to look at Ray. I was too shocked myself.

TBC...

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