"Any luck on Robbie's birthday, Pixel?"

"No, Sportacus. Sorry, none."

Pixel tapped away at his computer. He'd spent a lot of time trying to find Robbie's birthday for Sportacus. Nothing was coming up, no matter what he did. Pixel tried everything. No prevail. Sportacus sighed heavily. For one, Robbie was still mildly angry at him. Two, he had the chance to tell Robbie, but didn't take it. And three, he couldn't find out Robbie's birth date. This was going splendidly.

Sportacus patted the back of Pixel's chair. This was getting exhausting. How could there be no record at all of Robbie's birthday? Pixel rubbed his eyes. Staying up the night before looking for the date was taking its toll.

"Pixel, you should get some sleep."

"But, I wanna help, Sportacus."

"I know. You've done enough for a while. Thank you. Go get some sleep."

After lifting Pixel into bed, Sportacus stepped outside and breathed in the cool air. Maybe some time with the other kids would lift his spirits. No. He was too tired for that. Sportacus decided it was time for sleep.

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Svartacus walked down the streets of town quietly. There wasn't much for shops. Damn. Small pickings meant less chance of getting something great. Compared to all the other human settlements he'd been too, LazyTown was probably the most un-evolved town as far as merchandising went. He got over it quickly. What he had back at the ship would fit quite nicely.

Svartacus started towards the playground. He hadn't exercised in a while. It ate away at him. Exercise was needed. The kids might be playing in the playground. Svartacus hated kids for the most part, but if he got exercise by playing with them, he could tolerate. It must have been soccer week or something. All of the kids except for Pixel were playing soccer…again. Not that it mattered to Svartacus, it just struck him as surprising. So many things to play and yet, they play soccer almost all the time. He stood next to the dividing wall and watched for a minute. Every single kid was there…including that…pink thing. He had to get rid of her if he was to play.

Svartacus wondered what kind of trick he could play on the girl. Warts? No. Chores? No. Hay Fever? Indeed. With a twitch of his mustache, Svartacus flicked his wrist at Stephanie, then leaned against the wall again. Now to watch his magic work.

"I got it!"

Stephanie ran after the soccer ball, giggling and laughing. That ball wasn't going to get away from her! She finally caught up with the ball, stopping it with her foot. Her foot launched back to kick it to Ziggy, but it never came forward. Stephanie wiggled her nose. It felt funny. Almost…like it was going to sneeze.

"Ah…ah…aCHOO!"

Stephanie rubbed her nose. Must have been a stray bee or something. But wasn't. She sneezed again…and again…and again. She couldn't stop. Ziggy, Stingy, and Trixie ran over to her, and examined her.

"Gee, Pinkie."

"I thought you weren't allergic to anything."

"I…don't think I am," she sneezed again.

"Well, you must be, Stephanie. You're sneezing! Maybe you should go home!"

"Yes, while we play with MY soccer ball."

Stephanie sneezed again, slowly nodding her head. Maybe she should stay inside for a while. After waving good bye, she ran for home sneezing. Svartacus smiled. She'll only have to live with it for today. He'd just come up with something new next time. Ziggy sighed, looking at the soccer ball in Stingy's hands.

"Gonna be kinda tough playing with three people."

"Yeah! Pinkie's sneezing and Pixel's sleeping!"

"Hello, kids."

All three jumped and looked at Svartacus. They hadn't seen him since the first day. Ziggy started bouncing up and down while Stingy and Trixie just gasped.

"It's Red!"

"Hey that's the guy from the other day!"

Svartacus jumped over the wall and flipped over to the three youngsters, getting gasps of awe in response. Ziggy stared at him with wide eyes.

"Wow! You're like Sportacus! You can do all these nifty things! WOW!"

Svartacus only grinned, ignoring the name mentioned, "So, you need another player?"

Trixie nodded, "Yeah. Stephanie just went home with the sneezes."

"Hey, mister. Can you play soccer?"

Svartacus laughed. Could he play soccer? What a silly question from a kid with a silly red bow tie on. He took the ball from Stingy, tossing it in the air a few times.

"Well, I know a few things."

Svartacus bounced the ball on his knee, and then his other, passing it back and forth. It was light, just the way he liked it. Then he started bouncing it behind him. The Soccer ball was like a giant hacky sack. Svartacus used everything. His chest, legs, feet, head, shoulders…everything…to keep that ball from hitting the ground. Trixie, Ziggy and Stingy watched in awe. He WAS like Sportacus! Svartacus kicked the ball high into the air, jumping after it. While he got closer to the ball, he went into summersaults and kicked the ball into the farthest net. The ball bounced into the net and sprang back towards Svartacus with incredible speed. Not missing a single beat, Svartacus kicked the ball down while still in mid-air and grabbed it as it bounced back up. He landed on his feet in a 'Ta Da' pose. Ziggy went bonkers.

"OH WOW! DID YOU GUYS SEE THAT?"

Ziggy ran circles around Svartacus, squealing with excitement. Stingy and Trixie stood in awe of him. What Svartacus had just done was ten times better than anything Sportacus ever did…EVER.

"Hey, Red! Could you teach us how to do that?"

Svartacus only laughed. Children. They had such vulnerable minds. Easily swayed by the slightest little trick.

"Well, I guess I could show you a few moves."

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Sportacus yawned. He had only been asleep for what…an hour and a half? It hadn't been a good nap either. It had been plagued by another dream, a dream that scared in him every way. The dream remained in his mind as if it was a true memory.

Sportacus walked out into the playground. The dark clouds above him meant rain…or some sort of storm. All the children were at play, giggling and having a good time. He wanted to be part of it, at least before the storm started. Flipping over the wall, Sportacus bounded to the kids.

"Hey, guys!"

But they ignored him, almost like he wasn't there. Sportacus cocked his head in curiosity. What was going on? "Did…did I do something wrong? Hey, Pixel, what's going on?"

Sportacus reached out to touch Pixel's shoulder but his hand went right through him. Ziggy came running, and Sportacus turned to catch him, but Ziggy ran right through. Sportacus was even more confused now. It was like he was a ghost or something. He didn't exist anymore. Sportacus wondered if the same thing would happen with Robbie.

He ran down the streets and made it to Robbie's billboard. Lightning and thunder crashed above him, but no rain came. Sportacus skidded down the pipe and into Robbie's lair. He gasped at the sight.

The entire lair looked as if had been abandoned. Valuables were taken and dust formed on the old pieces of machinery. Sportacus's eyes scanned the room. No sign of life…anywhere. The entire place looked like it had been empty for more than seven years. Sportacus walked to where Robbie's big fuzzy chair sat. The chair was gone.

There was no evidence of break in, no evidence of foul play. Robbie was gone. Why didn't Sportacus know why? No. He couldn't be gone. Robbie would never leave! Sportacus just stared at the spot where the chair used to be. He kept seeing flashes of Robbie sitting in that chair, crying. Sportacus's eyes got wide and he shook. No. This wasn't happening. He back pedaled slowly, shaking his head no. Robbie had to be here somewhere. He's out in the storm! No, Robbie!

Sportacus when back up the pipe and ran around, searching for Robbie. The lightning flashed and thunder rolled. The rain started to come down. It was slow at first, but the more Sportacus frantically looked for Robbie, the harder the rain came down. Sportacus stopped in what seemed like the middle of nowhere and dropped to his knees. Oh God, where was Robbie?

The dark blue of the clouds turned to dark red, and the rain turned into droplets of acid rain. Sportacus couldn't move. The acid singed his fair skin, and he gritted his teeth. Shutting his eyes, Sportacus thought. So, this was the end, huh? What time I've wasted, not telling Robbie. No, just give me one more chance to see him.

Sportacus opened his eyes. They went wide again at the flashing appearance of Robbie in front of him. Sportacus could have sworn he saw large, muscled arms clad in red around Robbie's waist. He quickly looked at the face that the arm's belonged to. He couldn't recognize him, but there was something odd about him. His ears were strange. One final flash and Robbie faded for good.

Sportacus rubbed his head. These dreams were starting to worry him. Why he was having them, he didn't know. He just wanted them to go away. Time to check on the kids. Sportacus bounded to the door.

"Door."

The door opened and Sportacus jumped out onto the ledge. It was a breezy day. Nice really. He grabbed his spy glass and scanned LazyTown. Pixel was still sleeping; Stephanie was at home…hey! There's Trixie, Ziggy, Stingy and…who was that? Sportacus put down his spy glass, scrunching his face in thought. He squinted in the direction he had seen the three kids. Hurriedly, he put the spy glass back up. There was a man showing the kids how to do soccer tricks. He…looked so familiar. Sportacus new it was time to investigate.

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Sportacus bounded over each wall. His mind was swimming, trying to figure out who this man…was. If it was even a man. The pointed ears…Sportacus hoped it was an illusion. Soon he could hear the giggling and laughter of the children. One final bound and he landed in the soccer field. Trixie stopped the ball that Stingy had just kicked and her face brightened at the view of Sportacus.

"Hey! It's Sportacus!"

"Hi, Sportacus!"

"SPORTACUS!"

Ziggy ran to Sportacus only to run more circles around him. This was so exciting. His favorite superhero finally got to meat the new man in town…possibly even a superhero! Sportacus laughed as he watched Ziggy zip around him, tugging on his arm. Ziggy pulled Sportacus closer to Svartacus. Svartacus stood silent. A stoic expression plastered his face and his body was poised tall.

"Sportacus, this is Red! He's new in town! You should see all of his nifty tricks!"

Sportacus stood tall and finally raised his eyes to Svartacus. A gasp nearly escaped his lips as his eyes went wide. It wasn't an illusion. The ears were pointed. Another…another one like him. What was even weirder was that Red looked like him only slightly different. They both stood silently staring at one another, Ziggy's giggles of glee in the background. Sportacus finally cleared his throat.

"Well, welcome to LazyTown, Red. I do hope you have enjoyed your stay so far."

Svartacus smirked, "It has been tolerable, yes. I have business here to take care of before I leave, and I've found a souvenir to take home with me."

Sportacus flinched slightly. That voice. It sounded like his own, only slightly deeper…and sadistic. Ziggy, Trixie, and Stingy all jumped up and down, pulling on Sportacus's and Svartacus's arms.

"Come on! Let's all play together!"

Svartacus's eyes never left Sportacus, "No. I have something that needs to be addressed at the moment. Children, it has been fun, but I must leave."

Sportacus flinched again. Those eyes…those maroon dark eyes…they pierced into Sportacus with pinpoint accuracy and stung slight fear into the deepest corner of his heart. Sportacus watched as Svartacus turned. Sweat dropped down his face. His curiosity grew. What did he find that was so valuable to take home?

"Hey, Red. What was the souvenir you found?"

Svartacus stopped, but didn't turn, "A Kitten." He continued to walk again, growling under his breath, "A beaten, unloved kitten."

Sportacus's ears twitched. He heard the last bit. A beaten, unloved kitten? He knew no kitten to be abused in this town. They all had been cared for, even the strays. Sportacus never would have dreamed what Svartacus was actually referring too.

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Robbie awoke from his sleep. It had been the first good sleep in a long time. Maybe it was his little guest he had the other night…well, the red one. Sportacus had kinda ruined the whole mood of that night. Damn blue elf. He just needed to be left alone this month. Get past his birthday. It'd been what…two days since he saw Svartacus. Robbie wanted to feel that breath again…oh yes.

Stretching, Robbie grabbed his robe and headed to his work shop. The machinery looked a little dusty. Maybe he'd actually clean today. Not now though. He needed some fuel. Robbie really wasn't hungry, but something warm sounded nice. Hot chocolate, maybe?

The hot chocolate machine whizzed and whirled as it poured Robbie a glass of its finest batch. Taking in the scent, Robbie sighed happily. Just what was needed. He walked back into his main room. Maybe he'd just sit and think in his orange chair. Robbie hadn't done that for a while. But when he got closer to the chair, something on the table next to it caught Robbie's eye.

A single, perfect red rose sat in a brilliant crystal vase. It was odd. Where'd that come from? The rose beamed with light, being the only thing in the lair with great color. Robbie put down his hot chocolate and picked the flower up. It looked to pretty or perfect to be real. Robbie put it to his nose and smelt it. Normally, Robbie wasn't a big fan of flowers, but this rose was as real as it could be. Its fragrance was full.

Robbie's heart fluttered for a minute. Someone gave him the most perfect rose possible. Robbie wasn't used to getting presents, let alone flowers. As a child, he'd always learned that giving another person a flower meant that they liked them. Was it possible that someone liked Robbie? His face flushed with pink and unconsciously, he purred. Someone really liked him.

"A rose for my Kitten. Because my Kitten deserves my best."

Svartacus lowered himself from the rafters and wrapped his arms around Robbie's waist from behind. Robbie squeaked in surprise. His face went brilliant red and his body shook with excitement. It couldn't be…

"Svartacus?"

"Yes, love."

Robbie's old little temper flared again. How DARE he not show back in two days? If Svartacus had cared, he would have been here EVERY DAY. Robbie turned around and glared at Svartacus.

"And just WHERE have you been? I've been waiting all this time to be swept away, sulking in this little prison of mine. And what have you been doing? Doing little tricks with children while singing little elf songs?"

Svartacus only watched Robbie.

"And now you think you can just sneak into my home and be romantic by placing a perfect red rose on my table?" Robbie turned around and paced farther away, "Man you have a lot of nerve yo-"

Svartacus grabbed Robbie by the arm, spun him around, and kissed him hard on the lips. Robbie squeaked in surprise, but instantly melted in Svartacus's arms. Svartacus's mustache and ears twitched. Heat filled Robbie's entire body. Robbie's eyes shot open quickly. Elf magic. Svartacus's tongue slid over Robbie's lips and unconsciously, Robbie parted them. Svartacus slowly pushed his tongue into Robbie's mouth, licking. His body pressed against Robbie's hard, one hand on his neck and the other on his back. Robbie couldn't contain it. He moaned loudly and pressed back. It was a heat that he wanted to drink of forever. Svartacus was the only one who could give it to him.

Svartacus slowly parted from Robbie's lips, pressing his forehead against Robbie's. Robbie panted from breath, eyes shut hard and sweat dropped from his face. Svartacus only smirked widely.

"How'd you know that anger was one of my favorite turn-on's, Kitten?"

Robbie whispered, "Just lucky I guess."

Svartacus looked at Robbie's robe. Oh, how he wanted to remove it. Right now, he couldn't. He had to wait. Robbie saw Svartacus looking at the robe. God knows what he was thinking. Robbie looked shook and looked away. Think of something to say, damn it!

"…You…you thirsty?"

"Hm, love?"

"Wo-would you like something to drink?"

"Besides you?"

If Robbie could have gotten any redder, he would have.

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Sportacus was deep in thought. Red. Who was this Red? Why was Red nearly the same as Sportacus in every way or even possibly better? He had elf ears. He could've been an elf, then again, some people are born with pointier ears than others. First he had the burden of Robbie's unknown birthday, and now he had a mysterious stranger. Oh joy.

Ziggy stood and watched Sportacus. Something must be bothering him. He was only playing half heartedly.

"Sportacus?"

"Hm?"

"You feeling all right?"

Sportacus looked off to where Svartacus had walked. The first thing that caught his eye was Robbie's big bill board, "Fine…Just fine."

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"Come on out, Robbie!"

"I don't know about this."

"Kitten, please. You're beautiful no matter what you wear."

Svartacus sat in Robbie's big, orange chair with one leg over one of the chair's arms. He had finally cooed Robbie into showing him some of his other outfits he never wore anymore. It wasn't to get him to dress differently. Robbie had mentioned the clothes, but also added he never wore them. Svartacus thought it'd be great bonding time.

Robbie peeked outside the door, looking at Svartacus with an unsure face. Svartacus grinned and winked at him. Robbie's face flushed again. He took a deep breath and walked out. Robbie wore a long, purple coat with matching pants. A black undershirt was barely visible, and a long brimmed matching hat with a long feather adorned it. A pimp cane was in his had nervously.

Svartacus smirked. So my little kitten tried to play the field. Poor thing. He whistled and clapped for Robbie. He looked absolutely dashing in the outfit. Stupid bastards who shunned him the day he wore this. If Svartacus had found out who it had been, he would have hunted them down and killed them. They harm his kitten and he was going to make them suffer.

Robbie retreated back into his room. One more outfit. He smiled slightly to himself as he stripped from his pimp suit. Svartacus…actually liked his looks. He couldn't believe it. A few minutes passed and Svartacus called again.

"Come love. I know you're ready."

"I don't think you'll like this one."

"Nonsense, my pet. Come."

As soon as Robbie appeared in the doorway, Svartacus's eyes went wide and he cursed in his mind when he let out a small gasp. Robbie stood clad in his all leather, black full body suit. The slick, shiny leather outlined every single curve in more great detail than his old pants. Robbie blushed and looked at the floor.

"See-see? I told you, you wouldn't like it."

Svartacus's ears twitched wildly now. His arousal level just went up dramatically. His mustache twitched, and using his elf magic, he pulled Robbie's chin back up so that he could see his eyes. Robbie looked at him in surprise as Svartacus raised an arm. His index finger curled and extended and did it again, motioning Robbie to come over.

"Here, Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty…"


AN
Oooooohhh HoHoHoHo! So we have Sportacus's and Svartacus's first meeting. I love making angst! GAH! It makes me feel alive! I really realized I love to make Sportacus dream. Just so...great...

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