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Behind the wall of sleep

Chapter 21: Where the wild things are

It felt strange, real strange, sitting there, in Eddy's apartment, drinking vodka and talking girls with Michael, Steven and Eddy. Quite honestly I had never in a million years believed that I, the infamous ice prince, would say yes, and furthermore enjoy such a thing. Of course, they did most of the talking, but still…..I was pleased, and I was not indifferent, which was the most important change. It was a nice place too. Eddy's apartment was located in a rather expensive area, literally in the city centre, and it was big and roomy, seemingly huge windows allowing light to seep into every room. I was lying on one of the two sofas, resting my legs on the table, and a bottle of vodka in my hand. Gzhelka I repeated inwardly, remembering this particular brand from my time spent in the Abby. Me, Tala, Bryan, Ian and Spencer had been…..drinking buddies, I suppose you could call it. Of course, I did not exactly consider them friends, but still, I had, at least to a certain degree, valued their presence. It was that feeling, knowing you where not alone, that there were others like you out there.

I closed my eyes briefly, savoring the mild, almost tender taste. Personally I preferred one that was not quite as sweet, but hey, it was better than beer. "So Kai, how come your team knows the FBI?" Michael asked me, grinning brightly. So he was at that stage, the confession stage I reflected, smirking. Then I realized what exactly it was he had asked me, my eyes narrowing. What the hell was this? "The FBI?" I repeated, gently placing the vodka bottle on the table. Michael approached me on wobbly legs, dumping down next to me, smiling drunkenly. Then he tilted his head to the side, taking his cap off, as if he was preparing to speak before the senate or something. "Yea", He nodded at me, putting his cap back on again, fiddling with the vodka bottle. "That guy, brown hair…..he had brown hair, he is from the …from the…..the FBI", He said, leaning forward in an attempt at kissing me. I brutally pushed him away, and he started laughing, rolling around on the floor, waving his cap back and forth like a mad man.

I stared at him, somewhat fascinated with his behavior. Clearly he had gotten a little too much. But still, so had I, Tala and the others, and I was certain we had not acted this strange. Well, he was American after all."What was his name?" I asked Steven, raising a questioning eyebrow at him. He shrugged, wrinkling his nose a little; it struck me that it didn't really look like a potato, no, it was more like a rotten…..cucumber perhaps? "Think it was Giovanni or something", he mumbled, busy looking for some unidentified object floating in his beer. "Greg, or Georg maybe?" Eddie suggested, being the only one apart from me who was acting relatively sober. Still, considering the fact that I had consumed half a bottle of vodka in 30 minutes I should have felt more than they did. Needless to say I didn't. Perhaps Russians were better at holding their alcohol I reflected with a smirk, eying a delirious Michael laughing hysterically underneath a coffee table.

I had a distinct feeling that my alarm bells should have gone off, but subdued by the vodka my mind was slower than usual. There was something about this conversation that had triggered my mind, something that was not right. I reached for the vodka again, rotating the bottle back and forth in my hands. "No, it was not Greg, and not Georg either, I am sure it was something like Giovanni or….", Steven trailed off, staring at Michael with distaste. Said person had just emerged from underneath the coffee table, holding out his hand, waving enthusiastically at me. "No", He declared. "You are all wrong; his name is George, George Lovington". I stared at him, not really knowing what to feel or think. Instead I took a big seep from the Gzhelka, somehow understanding that I needed it, badly.

That night I couldn't sleep properly. First off all I hadn't arrived home before four O'clock in the morning or something, secondly Tyson's snoring was worse than usual, and thirdly, well, my new knowledge had left me somewhat disturbed. George Lovington continued to hunt me, refusing to leave my life, never giving up it seemed. The FBI….well, then I had the answer to one of my many questions. So that was why he could afford stalkers and hi-tech equipment, interesting….very interesting. This could potentially become a problem also. His position suggested that he had more power than what I had anticipated, more power than my grandfather perhaps? Then again I was certain that Voltaire Hiwatari was richer, which did open a lot of doors. Either way the tables were now turned, and I realized that I would have to fight, should I have any chance at winning the upcoming trail.

Frankie woke me up about 9, joining me in bed, and laughing when she smelled vodka on my breath. "You are a real Russian for sure", she mumbled, ruffling my hair. Had it not been for the fact that I was barely conscious I would have told her to fuck off. But, as it was I merely accepted the glass of freshly pressed orange juice, and allowed her to curl up close to me, massaging my temples. We had sex afterwards, and to my great surprise it cured my headache. I decided to remember that till the next time, and went out running about the same time as Frankie left for the stadium. She threw me a goodbye kiss, which I ignored, and then I was off, my trainers slamming rhythmically against the pavement. This morning I had been my grouchy sarcastic self again, yelled at Tyson, dragged Max away from the sugar in the pantry, and then, right before I left, I had given all four of them 2000 pus-ups to complete. This time I had included Kenny as well, just to take pleasure in his misery. I was compensating for having been nice to them the last couple of days, which was a good thing. I couldn't afford to spoil them could I?

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. We battled some idiotic back to nature team, who claimed to have gotten their blades from turtles and seals and other rarities, and to my great relief we won. That would have been truly embarrassing, losing our place in the world championship over something that ridiculous. This time I had not participated myself, and I was pleased to see that they had improved the tiniest bit, which pretty much justified my hard regime. "Did you see that Kai? Did you SEE that?" Tyson demanded after wards, eagerly waving his fist in front of my face. "That other blade, it just ricocheted off Dragon and like…it was like, totally awesome!" He rambled, fueled on what I supposed to be adrenalin and excitement. Or, perhaps his little retard brain had overloaded, that was actually a very likely explanation. "Kai! You saw it right? Right?" He continued, not catching the subtle head shake from Rey. "Shut up Granger, unless you want me to give you a heart attack", I snapped, glaring at Rey when he snickered.

Max just stared at the three of us, curiosity evident on his features. "What is a heart attack?" He asked, catching both me, Rey and Tyson completely off guard. Even Kenny looked up from where he was sitting by the kitchen table, both him and Dizzy taken aback at Max's lack of vital knowledge. "You don't know what a heart attack is?" Kenny asked incredulously, and I shook my head, having gotten enough of their randomness, stalking in to my room. Frankie arrived about five minutes later, and snuck undetected past my teammates. I could hear Max try to explain to Kenny how he knew what a heart attack was, but not how it worked. Needles to say I was not interested in hearing Kenny explain the details to him, and closed the door, resisting the urge to laugh when Tyson arrogantly told Rey about how he wanted to become a doctor. If that ever happened I would never go to a hospital ever again, unless I wanted to die, then it would probably be a good idea.

Frankie smiled at me, making sure I was watching when she undressed. Normally she would always wear a dress or something nice when she came to me, but today she was wearing grey slacks and a lose sweater. She had not put any makeup on either, which surprised me. Then again I thought she was pretty anyway, and wasn't bothered. And when she pulled her clothes off I was definitely not disappointed. She had bought new underwear, and was wearing microscopic panties in a transparent, black fabric, and a matching bra. Wow! I had always been one for elegant underwear on girls; the fact that it did not leave much to the imagination was merely a bonus. She looked stunning. "You like it?" She asked, smirking playfully at me. I pulled my shirt off, pushing her up against the wall, our lips locking, before I moved onto her slender neck, finding that sensitive spot just beneath her jaw. "I knew you would", she moaned, burying her hands in my hair, pushing her leg against my crotch, rubbing my erection through the jeans. It felt good, really good.

I kicked off my jeans in one movement, leisurely stroking her body with firm hands. She shivered lightly and bit down on my shoulder, moaning my name. Strange how she and Maria had that in common, wanting to give me love marks, or whatever it was called. Then again it didn't really matter, as long as it gave pleasure why not? Oh boy! What if I could have had both of them, here in my hotel room, at the same time? Oh man, that had been great, seriously great. With this thought lingering in the back of my mind I lifted her up, carrying her to the bed, starting to undo her bra. Her breasts looked so nice, so fucking nice! Moments later we where both naked, moving against each other at a comfortable pace. Somewhere far away I registered that the argument seemed to be over, but I didn't regard this with much thought, preoccupied with other…..activities. Then I heard footsteps outside, and to my horror I remembered that I hadn't locked the door. Fuck!

The door was opened roughly, and at first I thought it was Tyson, turning around to yell at him. It was George Lovington, and I could see the others in the background, shocked. "I told you not go inside, I told you!" Tyson said, clearly fearing my wrath upon George Lovington's arrival. Max was merely gawking, Kenny was shocked and Rey licked his lips, openly admiring my bare chest. Luckily we where both covered by the quilt, at least the important parts, and I struggled to ignored the outraged look George Lovington sent me, trying to control my temper. "Get the fuck out", I said, my voice surprisingly calm. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, still staring. It took me a moment to realize that he was actually staring at Frankie's breasts, and I sneered, handing her a much appreciated cushion. That pervert, George Lovington was a fucking pervert, looking at girls half his age. Perhaps I should mention that to his wife.

"Leave", I repeated, glaring angrily at him. "I can…..I can use this in court", he rambled, clearly shocked beyond what I had initially assumed. Well, what did I know; perhaps he had never seen a naked girl before. "It is obvious that you….that you need guidance", he continued, his voice having a panicky ring to it. "Guidance?" I repeated. "From the FBI?" Rey but a hand in front of his mouth, struggling to contain his laugh. George Lovington just gaped in response, before he hurried outside, leaving as fast as he possibly could. Ha, take that! This time I had been the one in control, not him, and I was already relishing in the memory. Then Kenny decided to close the door, and we continued what we were doing as if nothing had ever happened. Yes George Lovington I thought, I am sure I will fit perfectly, just perfectly, into your proper little family…if you want it torn apart…..