The bed was as hard as I remembered it, and the comforters fraying edges kept tickling my face. It was impossible to get comfortable. Not that I was sleeping, anyway. How the fuck could I? My thoughts were running wild.
It was confusing to think that I, who had become slightly famous for my anti-social, fuck-the-world-and-all-that-inhabit-it attitude, was actually feeling something for another person. I hated pretty much everyone, but there he was. There was no logic in it, so I tried to think of what it was that drew me to him.
Sergei Dragunov was definitely not unattractive. He was almost pretty, with his full lips and long eyelashes. His ass wasn't half bad either. A top-notch booty. Also, he was like me, taking no shit off anyone for any reason. That in itself was pretty hot. He seemed like he might be hiding an attitude under that cold demeanor…..
Sad to say it, but most of that was physical. Other than bits of rumors, what did I know about him personality wise? Jack shit, that was what. I told myself this, but the feeling stayed, heavy on my chest like I had that Bob guy sitting on me. Grumbling, I flipped onto my side and was suddenly determined to go to sleep.
I jerked up in bed some time later, a thud next door startling me. A thin crack of sunlight made a line separating the room and I sighed heavily then flopped back down. I picked up on rustling and some clinking in his room and suddenly felt kind of like a weirdo for listening, especially after the water came on. Immediately, I sat up and started getting ready for the day. Anything to distract me from thinking about him wet and naked. Shit. I hastily lit a cigarette and went to take a leak.
Soon I was dressed and headed out to get something for breakfast before the place got crowded. I barely made it two steps before Sergei stepped out behind me.
"Mornin'" I said, flicking ash.
He nodded in reply, as usual, and hesitated a moment before glancing past me to the stairs. Was I in his way? I stepped casually to the side and he passed me, flicking his ponytail. I watched until he was sown the stairs and out of sight. Who knew he had a little wiggle in his walk, I thought with a smirk. He really did have a nice ass.
There weren't many people out yet, luckily. I found a Japanese McDonalds and left with a bag of McMuffins and a black coffee. Tasty. The area they had marked off for the tournament was dark still, so I hopped a barrier and took a nice front row seat in the booth reserved for competitors. I worked my way through the bag of food and watched as technicians and such prepped the arena. They gave me a look and I snarled, so they let me be.
It was pretty impressive actually. It was modeled after any sporting arena, with rows of seats circling around the center stage. It was neatly colored in red, white and blue, with little decorations. Coolest of all were the huge screens placed above it all. They showed the fight from all the best angles, with every bloody detail included. Soon a steady trickle of people flowed in, and I realized I had lost track of time. Oh fucking well.
It wasn't long before I felt something brush my arm, and looked over to see Sergei looking right back at me. It was hard to stare him in the eye for long, so I pretended to care about what was happening behind me. Some of the girls were whispering and pointing at us, then Lei sat nearby. I threw the empty McDonalds bag at him and it bounced off his head.
"Oops." I ignored his confused look and thought I heard a snicker from the Russian man.
The tournament got under way and the roar was deafening. I wasn't particularly thrilled to be there. Crowds were annoying, and I didn't care what happened to anyone else. The only thing keeping me in the booth was the fact that I could be called at any time. And later on I was.
When my name came up on the board, I got up immediately and walked to the stage. My opponent was called and I noticed Sergeis eyebrows raise in surprise. The giant, Marduk, was called out, and he entered looking like he was possessed. Not to mention he literally towered over me, but I wasn't put off by that. The whole reason I entered the tournament was to go up against the so called 'Best in the World', so it had to be worthwhile, right? He looked pumped, with that wild gleam in his eyes, and the audience was practically jumping out of their seats. It was amazing how people loved a good blood bath. The whole situation was making me shiver with anticipation. The announcers voice rang out and we charged at each other in a glorious rage.
I hit him in the stomach so hard he flipped, but he returned the favor. His massive fist crashed down on my jaw. Chuckling, I spit blood into his face and swept his legs out from under him. He hit the ground hard, and I was on him in a second, punching with a vengeance. I would have finished him right then, but he rolled and pinned me to the ground, knocking my head against the mat. Momentarily dazed, that gave him enough time to yank me up and knee me in the stomach. I stumbled back, coughing and wiping the blood off my mouth. I glanced up for a second and saw Sergei watching me from the booth.
Marduk was back on me in a second. I ducked his punches and side-stepped his attacks, then rammed him with my shoulder. He slid back and tried to brace himself, but my fist hit him right in the temple and the giant crumpled. I had knocked him senseless. The time was called and the crowd was cheering so loud the announcers voice was drowned out. Not that I cared what they thought. It was the actual fight that gave me the greatest rush. I nudged the giant man with my foot as I passed, just for the hell of it. The last fight of the day was over.
The cheering faded when the announcer spoke, giving the final stats. I'd made it to the next round, and that's all I wanted to know. Sergei was still in the booth, but I saw him get up and leave before I got there, so I assumed he had gone off to do his own thing. Turns out he was waiting near the door, which was a surprise.
As soon as I walked up, he turned on his heel and walked off. But as he left, he threw a look over his shoulder that made my stomach flip. Was that an invitation? I sure as hell hoped so, and followed more eagerly than I probably should have.
He slowed down so we were side by side and gave me a little smile. There wasn't much to say. We ended up in front of a nice restaurant and after a moment went in. I looked out of place in my t-shirt and battered jeans, but he looked just fine. Better than fine, I'd say. His uniform was neatly pressed and clean, his boots shone. But I didn't really care how I looked. We sat in a booth out of the sight of the other diners and had our orders taken quickly. The waiter looked like he was about to faint when he saw us. He probably did, since it was a different guy who brought our dinner.
Again, I was the only one to talk, but he seemed more engaged this time. He nodded and tilted his head, and basically answered me with motions, but I didn't mind. I actually liked his company, even though we were so different. He was so….refined, might be the word. He ate quietly and had perfect posture, looked polite…A little intimidating to normal people, but still more pleasant than me. I slouched and didn't care, and could barely hold back a couple of burps while we ate. And we looked completely different. He was pale with dark hair, and a bit more slim than I was. Much younger. His eyes were green while mine were blue. My hair may have been black once, but you could never tell with the way I look now.
I thought about this when we weren't talking, and made me wonder why he was hanging around. It was clear what I saw in him (I think), but what the fuck did he see in me? Maybe he was just bored and needed someone to hang out with. But he didn't seem like that type. Huh.
We finished up and I surprised myself by being polite and insisting to pay the bill. When we left it was already dark and the only other place to go was back to our rooms. I stood awkwardly in front of my door and was just about to say goodnight when he spoke for the first time.
"Bryan." He said, sliding close and pecking me on the lips before vanishing behind the door.
I stood for a long time, taking that all in. My internal systems warned me of an unusual rise in temperature and I touched my lips, confused.
Sergei Dragunov kissed me.
Damn.
Er, yeah! Another chapter of emotionally confused Bryan and a fickle Dragunov! Whoop whoop! Is this overdue or what? 2 fucking years fuck Er, yeah! Another chapter of emotionally confused Bryan and a fickle Dragunov! Whoop whoop! Is this overdue or what? 2 fucking years am I slow do you even know how sorry I am please don't break my knees.
What will the following days hold for the two fiery men? Will Bryan realize he has a heart? Will Sergei open up to someone on an emotional level?! WILL THEY HAVE KINKY FIRST-TIME GAY SEX?!1!? Read on in the next chapter! HAHAHAHAHA coffee is a wonderful thing.