Disclaimer: Don't own Gippalai, (Gippal n Baralai or any characters in 10/2)

Warning: Much shonen ai, slash etc.

Notes: I UPDATED yay:D I was going to screp this fic but I decided there was too little G/B out there.

-Dream sequence two-

A tongue trailed along a delicate neck, kissing the precious flesh there with adoring lips.

"Gippal, you should wake up! Gippal!" Baralai's soft but Stern voice was radiating into his brain.

Sweet whispers upon dark skin, touching every part and eliciting small moans delight.

Baralai sighed, hand going up to his forehead. "You give me no choice," he murmured. Pinching the bridge of Gippal's nose, he smirked slightly.

Gippal grinned against the other's cheek, licking and caressing until--

Cough, hack, cough. Baralai smiled to himself, taking back his fingers and watching with amusement as the blond twisted with the covers violently, breathing as deep as he could.

Gippal glared at him, shaking his head and slipping on his eye patch. He screamed when the leather slapped his delicate flesh, sighing.

"That was totally wrong man."

Baralai shrugged, crossing his arms. "Well, if you weren't such a dead sleeper, I wouldn't of had to do that. Breakfast is ready."

Gippal grinned, getting up before freezing, a slow blush spreading on his cheeks. "Hey, uh, that's great 'Lai, I'll meet you down there!"

The white haired man looked confused, eyeing Gippal. "Well, all right then," he said slowly, noticing the other cover his crotch.

Oh morning wood, definitely not a good thing.

-

"Your foods cold," Baralai stated rather coldly, sitting back in his chair while Gippal stumbled in, taking a sit across from him and immediately tackling the simple breakfast laid before him.

"Nah, not really. I forgot what a good cook you were 'Lai. Thanks!"

Still, Baralai didn't smile. He grunted. "Flattery gets you no where."

Sighing, Gippal knitted his eyebrows together. Baralai acting cold? It was quite unheard of. It was like the sky was falling or he suddenly found out the ground wasn't there.

"What's wrong?" He finally asked, setting down his fork.

Baralai made a sort of 'pff' sound, running a hand through his hair. "Nothing, really. But you're here, unannounced and taking up my food reserves. All I know is that you came here after some sort of dream and I have no idea how I'm supposed to help you. Plus, where's Rikku at?" He stated rather bitterly.

Gippal blinked, definitely not expected such a cold reply. The man was fine last night, helpful even. Talk about mood changes. "Um, well, lesse, we had a kind of falling out 'nd such so...--"

Chocolate eyes narrowed. "You're not seeing her then?"

"Nope!" Gippal grinned happily, hoping his best friend would cheer up. This mood didn't suit Baralai at all. Of course, Gippal didn't expect him cheerful by any means.

Baralai was just... calm, 24/7

Yep, that was it.

"So," He fidgeted under such an intense gaze. "I haven't seen you in the mornings, maybe you're not a morning person... ahah?"

"Just shut up and eat your bacon."

Whoa, cold. Heart breaking cold. Even lightening the mood had a sour affect! What the hell?

Finishing his food, he sat there, staring impossibly hard at Baralai. The other didn't even flinch.

"Gippal... what are you doing?"

"Staring at you." Was the simple, almost innocent reply. Baralai twitched.

"Stop it, it's incredibly bad manners."

Suppressing the overwhelming urge to giggle, Gippal rolled his shoulders, clicking his tongue and catching another of Baralai's small twitches.

"Sorry," he mumbled, getting up. "I'll leave now then." He said it in a puppy dog voice, hoping the other could sense his heart break.

A hand stopped him with a surprisingly strong grip. He looked into Baralai's soft chocolate eyes, seeing regret and apology. "N-no, don't go Gippal. I'm sorry, just, this is all so sudden."

Gippal smiled gently, showing off perfect white teeth. "Yeah, I know. But that's just the kinda guy I am."

"True, I suppose."

The silence in the air was awkward and without tension. Baralai had yet to remove his hand, the hold becoming soft and comforting and Gippal had decided not to pull away but...

Any day now Baralai, any day.

A knock on the door finally broke the silence, shattering it into tiny pieces around Gippal's feet. Baralai got up, without so much as a blush and answered the door.

"Baralai! S'good to see you again! Have you seen Gippal?"

Gippal shuddered at the shrill voice, glancing around for anything he could find to either hide in, or disguise himself with. He ducked under the cabinet, biting his lip until it bled.

He and Rikku had not left on friendly terms and no matter how sweet the girl's voice sounded, she wasn't happy, he could tell in the way she was half-smiling, half-glaring at Baralai.

Psh. Bitch.

And why the hell was he mad that she was mean to Baralai when the man could hold his own? He chalked it up to his weird possessiveness of his best friend.

Yeah, that's it. He also remember snippets of last nights dream, blushing darkly and cursing Baralai.

"I'm sorry Rikku, he's not been here. I'm starting to feel deserted that my dearest friend hasn't visited me in such a long time." Baralai sighed, and Gippal remembered what a horrible actor the other had been.

Gippal could hear the girlish chuckle erupt from Rikku, the one where she was getting nervous and desperately wanted to leave, but not empty handed.

"Well, all right 'Lai. If you see him, let me know. We've been having some problems and since he wasn't at the Machine Faction, I thought he'd be here. Catch ya later!"

When he heard the faint 'click' he nearly ran to Baralai's side, anger coursing through him. "That stupid girl! We're over, as in I don't have feelings for her anymore and... just, ugh!"

Gippal started pacing, and Baralai sweat dropped, about to reach out for the blond before a new rant came out of his lips.

"And how dare she call you 'Lai, it's my nick name for you, not hers! Arg, stupid, stupid brat!"

Baralai put some tea on when Gippal began ranting in Al Bhed, too tired to listen to his friend's angry mesh of words.

"Ylg! Oui't drehg cra't ryja cusa tysa syhhanc! Cdymgan, dryd'c fryd cra ec!" (1)

He went over, placing his hand over Gippal's jabbering mouth, smiling. "Calm down. She's gone, and you weren't discovered. If you want to do something about her appearing, go talk to her. Otherwise, sit down and be quiet."

And Gippal did just that. It was the 'Baralai Affect' he concluded after long hours of contemplation. He followed and he learned, and maybe, sometimes he could convince Baralai to do stuff for him. Like laundry. Because Gippal hated washing clothes.

A lot. And Managed to slice open his finger. Don't ask.

Baralai placed a cup of tea in front on him, the steam tickling his nose. Gippal smiled. "That was fast."

Shrugging, the older man sipped his tea, eyes focused on the other's sole green gem. If Gippal squinted, he could see a faint blush.

Strange. Very strange.

"Are you planning to stay here?"

Gippal blinked. Rapidly. "Um, uh...--"

"You can, if you wish. But I need to know why you just left everything and came to see me?"

Gippal narrowed his eye, setting his lips in a thin line. "Baralai, do I really need a reason? It's been forever buddy and I dunno, I was just missing you, I guess." He blushed, but continued. "And... ya know, you're smart about dreams and stuff so, when you're not working, could ya help me out?"

The white haired man was in deep thought. Gippal could tell by his eyes drawing on a certain spot on the table, face going blank.

"All right, I already have gotten myself into this, haven't I?"

"Yes!" Gippal shouted, snickering at his amazing charm. Never failed, even when he didn't use it. "You basically just signed the next couple of weeks over ta me 'Lai, bwhahah!"

Baralai smiled, finishing his tea and putting their cups away. Gippal leaned back, grinning at his friend, almost lecherously.

"What?" he asked shyly.

"You're just so adorable sometimes 'Lai."

They both froze.

TBC

Phew. I hope people review, it took all my will power to write this. And now I'm tired. Nya. And god, I love writing Gippal.

1-- Ack! You'd think she'd have some damn manners! Stalker, that's what she is!