Author's Note: Anyone who hasn't seen the new HP movie should. It's awesome (not as great as the book but still). Anyway, the fluff... was turned into perverted-ness by (Bryan, who else) because well he didn't seem to be able to do anything else. No matter what I made Robert say or do. FanFiction is being... evil. Uploading is rather difficult for some reason.
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Chapter Twenty Six
The thought of going to ask for forgiveness from a person labeled 'sadistic' was not encouraging. However if Bryan wasn't going to accept it – he wouldn't have asked for him to come along and explain his regret and guilt. The idea was to quickly blurt out the words and hope that Bryan would give his own idea of an apology (seeing as he had hit him after all), but still...Then it would be all over and they could revert back to normal. Robert sighed and ran a hand through his hair. This would be somewhat awkward, especially if he had wounded Bryan's pride too much. Robert would no doubt have to beg for any form of forgiveness.
It didn't take long for the limousine to arrive at the clinic, which Robert was unsure about whether he was happy or not about that fact. Taking deep breath to steady his nerves he walked into the clinic (no doubt looking like he was about to commit to a detoxing program himself, with the anxiety on his face). He glanced at each of the doors, each with their own numbers on it until he came to the one where he knew a somewhat reserved Russian would be.
Entering the room and saying whatever came into his head – just to start a conversation so no glaring contest would occur – it hadn't been the best plan though. "Bryan? Can we talk?" Seeing as Bryan was currently occupied with Ian holding the large, gun-shaped launcher to his throat: with Bryan threatening to hit the boy over the head with his own helmet. Bryan glared at Robert for a moment before discarding any remarks to fire at him. He was having too much fun winding Ian up to converse with Robert just yet.
"Gimme a minute." Robert frowned and closed the door slowly, it wasn't his plan to have someone else here. Still Robert was even more confused as Bryan and Ian started to speak Russian. Leaving him completely out of the conversation and only being able to take a guess with what was happening by the facial expressions the two were showing. "Admit it." Bryan smirked at Ian who looked like he was about to let his beyblade fly - and hopefully cause as much damage to Bryan before he managed to retaliate.
"Admit what?" The launcher was pushed painfully closer to Bryan's neck, meanwhile Bryan tapped the younger boys head - making sure he knew exactly what would happen if he so much as thought about pulling the trigger. "You're being queer again." Ian hissed, it had not been his fault about what he had said... It was Bryan's fault for being so damn perverted.
"You said it. I was just pointing it out..." Bryan smirked, not really too interested in the small nipping pain at his throat. Even if Ian did let the beyblade loose, he wouldn't have too much to worry about, he would be able to move away quick enough as Ian's launcher always made a low clicking noise before anything actually happened. He just had to remain vigilant.
"Pointing what out? You twisted my words!" Robert watched the two team-mates interact. It was so very odd to see that Bryan was smirking as if he were enjoying himself and having Ian almost explode from anger. The way the smaller boy was saying his words, Robert could tell this was no joke to him.
"Yeah, 'cause you're a closet case. You need to be forced out sooner or later." Robert was a little surprised at how the two were interacting with one another. Bryan usually annoyed him, till he said something stupid and would then be annoyed about that. That Bryan would make fun of him up until the point where Robert would make it very clear that Bryan was stepping over the line... Then of course it would stop. This however seemed different, almost as if Bryan was trying to cross the line. Why? Robert didn't really want to find out.
"I'm not a closet case! You and Tala are the only queer ones!" Ian was annoyed at the fact he had been trying to sound intimidating (and only managed to make Bryan burst in a fit of chuckles and spout out some lewd comments). It certainly made sense to Ian now that he would say the phrase near the other ever again. 'I'm going to blow your head off.' He had threatened, only to have Bryan reply with, 'If you removed a few of those words, that'd be some scenario, Ian.'
"Jealous I got into bed with him? Oh, I forgot you have a thing for me..." After those words had been spoken, the small click came and Bryan jerked his self to the side hoping that the beyblade wouldn't do too much harm. Immediately after the beyblader's attack ring had cut a small fraction of his neck (which was now seeping blood), Ian was reunited with his head-ware as Bryan bashed his head with it roughly. The two flinched in pain. Bryan snorted in amusement as the small Russian decided that he had spoken enough to his so called friend and left, after quickly collecting his beyblade from the floor.
Robert smirked when the smaller boy stormed past him with a rather red face (no doubt from anger than anything else), sighing Robert decided to get back to what he had been trying to do. "I'm not going to ask, now are you going to accept my apology and give your own: or was this a waste of time?" Bryan's smirk had left him when he heard those words.
"If you're wanting to apologise then – you're wasting your time." A small frown appeared on both of their faces. Bryan wasn't expecting Robert to want an apology from him. He had simply thought that Robert was merely avoiding him (as in not coming to the clinic on his own free will) was simply because he was ashamed at what he said not because he felt angry. Again, Robert didn't know what to do when it came to such an answer.
"You punched me." He stumbled from word to word as if trying to make up a bad excuse to tell his parents, "I deserve an apology." While Robert's voice reached a new high with each strained word, no doubt due to his mother's habit, Bryan's brow raised slightly as he watched Robert become somewhat irrational.
"If I had really meant to hit you, then your jaw would be broken." Bryan ended up touching the small part of his neck which stung rather madly. Glancing at his hand he glared, that little shit was dead when he got a hold of him. Hurting one another was a pass time, but making the other bleed? Not so much, only bruising was allowed, damn it. "So you deserve half of an apology – I'm so s-, you can imagine the rest." He muttered and wiped the blood on his trouser leg.
Not only had Bryan not even answered his question on whether or not his own forgiveness had been granted but the fact remained - Bryan was adamant that he didn't require to give one. How conceited was Bryan? How big-headed must this boy be to think like such? Robert scoffed and shook his head. He had done the mature thing, he had said he was sorry... He had came here (taken time away from his fiancée) and tried to set things straight, Bryan wasn't helping.
"This was a complete waste of time." Robert muttered, and turned to grab the door handle and leave. However he never did manage to open the door...as Bryan pushed him against it, making sure that the aristocrat couldn't escape just at the moment. Robert tensed as he felt Bryan's hand around his waist, his other hand was on the entrance keeping it closed. The Russian started to mutter into his ear, which made Robert shift uncomfortably. Robert found himself gulping silently at the small physical gestures, '...I forgot how…he felt,' as a hand wandered -Bryan had made it a rather small mission to make the boy beg...for something at least.
"That 's' word doesn't exist in my world but still... I could make you forgive me rather easily," Robert found himself unable to speak as the hand came from the door to run its way through his hair. To grasp hold of it so tightly made Robert narrow his eyes and stare forward: he wouldn't let one syllable of pain be uttered. He would not give Bryan the satisfaction of knowing he had the position of power.
"Why is it that your world only revolves around humiliation and sex?" He hissed quietly, though the hand on his hair pulled his head to the side. Bryan was thinking of placing as large, and as obvious a mark on the boy's neck. Just so he could rest easy and know that as soon as he left the room he would suffer. Bryan sighed, he couldn't help but be grateful for the sequence of events - he didn't need to look at Robert. He couldn't look at anyone when he discussed anything about his life.
Robert was frozen in place, his mouth slightly open to breathe quietly: a hand door and the other currently at his side. 'Why does this always happen?' He's still angry with Bryan, he still wants to yell at him but he also knows that he would never gain the words he was looking for, so was it a pointless and shameful element to fall out with a friend. Or rather fall out with Bryan (who Robert was unsure of whether he could give the Russian the title of a friend).
"Humiliation was how I was raised, and sex is well – freedom from any nightmares for a night." Robert's head lowered a fraction (as the grip did not lessen, it make any head movement somewhat limited). He had woken up a few times to see Bryan awake, sitting up in bed with a rather passive look on his face. Robert had merely thought it was the detox disturbing his sleep. Yet it made sense, as Robert noted he would get out of bed and not go back to sleep - and be more than grouchy if he had tried to ask what was wrong. "Anymore questions before I start groping you?" Robert snorted and shook his head more than amused at the idea of being asked such a question.
"Not at this exact moment." Bryan smirked to himself as he heard the quiet gasp as he roughly turned the boy's head to the side. The two of them watched each other carefully for a moment. The Russian had become confused over his thoughts on the boy - he had told himself several times that it was over. Yet he had denied it and now that Robert was here. Bryan couldn't stop the usual reactions he had when he saw Robert anymore. Quickened heart beat, nerves and the desire for the boy to stay as long as possible.
He didn't understand. Tala had never truly affected him like this - maybe the quickening of the heart but not to keep him: speak to him, for as long as possible. Why was it so important to Bryan, so filling to know that Robert understood the small joke between them and only them? On the other hand Robert was slowly, willingly, pushing the thought of Alisha and the whole fact that he was about to be married away. Why couldn't Robert just stay here with Bryan for a little while? It wouldn't hurt...to forget for a while.
Turning his body around slowly, Robert was then pushed up against the door. The cruel grip lessened, and the hand slithered down the back of his neck, resting to the side of it. Bryan kept his face close, the smirk had gone replaced with a blank expression. Although Robert knew ... he could remember the first time when he had been in such a position with Bryan, the first time he had seen those eyes. The first night Robert had seen Bryan drunk - no doubt with lewd ideas going on in his mind once again. The proud aristocrat let his thoughts wander. Bryan loomed closer, and Robert slung both of his hands around Bryan's neck.
The two immediately shared numerous bruising kisses, making the two groan: Robert arched against the door as Bryan's nails dug and scrapped against the lower section of his back. Bryan had been deprived of any true physical contact for what he considered far too long and so crashing their lips together was just not enough. A hand was kept at the back of the Majestic's head, continuing the deep kissing, meanwhile the other started to yank at Robert's clothing.
Articles of clothing were removed more efficiently when Robert started to help, breaking apart only occurred for a gasp of air or to remove another obstacle which was in the way. Robert shuddered under Bryan, the heat resonating from them both was suffocating him, he pushed the Russian forward away from the door hoping for a second to catch his breath.
That didn't happen as Bryan grabbed the other and lowered him onto the bed.
Groaning lowly as Bryan nipped at the flesh on his torso, Robert's hand went through Bryan's hair. Bryan smirked, was that a form of encouragement? However he didn't get that far as the door opened to reveal a nurse. A rather baffled nurse standing with a small tray. "Ah, sorry: just, eh, Bryan – medicine. Remember to take it before twelve," She quickly uttered before placing the tray down on the bed and walking off. (Only due to the fact that Bryan didn't have any other objects in the room).
There was a pause in activity as they both realised they had been caught half-naked with obvious need of release, he placed his hands to his face, dishonored, "I wonder what kind of emergency contact she now believes I am?" He muttered to himself. He hadn't thought that Bryan would hear such a thing but it was clear he had.
The moron had started laughing.
"Alisha?" Robert blinked when he saw the figure sitting on swing seat for the garden. He had been told to go and have a chat to her for a while because of his rude disappearance the other day. It was strange to say that she had been more or less out shopping with her mother. Their father's had been putting the finishing touches on the deal.
"Ah- Robert." Alisha turned and looked over her shoulder, somewhat startled. "I wasn't expecting you." She glanced around for a second before Robert sat down next to her. She seemed uncomfortable and lowered her head until her chin was touching her. Robert frowned for a moment, it appeared that the scarf she was so attached to - wasn't being worn. Maybe she didn't like her neck? The gloves were still on though.
"My apologises for ruining your train of thought." Robert smiled, he was relieved that Bryan hadn't given him any hickeys on his neck. Although the seduction plan for Alisha would need to wait until the purple and red marks faded away. "And leaving you last night." Robert saw the small curl of her lips.
"It's perfectly fine." She chuckled and pointed over to the small green material that was on the seat's arm. "May I ask you to hand over my scarf – it's rather chilly." Robert was a little curious to why the girl kept hiding her throat - then again it seemed that what she had been saying was perfectly true. It was cold out here.
"How is your friend?" Alisha stopped tucking in her chin when she had placed the scarf over her shoulders and neck. Robert smiled when the thought of Bryan came up. He still couldn't believe that the nurse had walked in (although he was silently relieved, who knew what how have happened if everything had been allowed to continue). Although Bryan was... attractive, Robert didn't want to think that as soon as Bryan had slept with him once: then he would disappear. He didn't want something like that to happen.
"Still a friend, thankfully." Hopefully Alisha would not see the marks all over his torso, or else she could guess that 'friend' wouldn't quiet be the word to use. Sighing, Robert watched Alisha for a moment: she was somewhat pretty: not drop-dead gorgeous, but he should have been relieved that it was someone which would be seen as respectable. Then again, Robert would need to bring up what he had been worrying over. "Alisha, there seems to be a problem...about this wedding." He picked his words carefully.
"A problem?" Alisha tilted her head like a confused dog, confused but interested. She seemed to watch him carefully for a few moments before looking back at the small fountain in the garden. Robert nodded and decided that he may as well ask, seeing as it would make no logical sense to bring it up and not elaborate.
"Well, oddly enough we can't find the correct documentation for you." He would need go into more detail, there had been a lot of documentation brought with the Richardfords seeing as they were not only foreign to the country but, a few other legal issues had to be sorted out. (For example, wills would be written by parents for the 'newly-weds' just in case something happened before the ceremony, or after). "Your birth certificate, we can't seem to find it."
"You can't?" Alisha's worried face made Robert slightly uneasy. Did she even know that they needed to bring it with them? Although she quickly chuckled and smiled at him. "Don't worry, my mother has simply misplaced it. An old, and most disagreeable habit of hers." She quickly curled a piece of hair between her fingers.
"It would be a pity if we didn't receive it in time... As the wedding itself will be put in jeopardy. I'm just expressing my concerns." Robert sighed, he really didn't care if it was Alisha or if it was another woman from another respectable family. They would all be the same either way, he just wanted this to be over and done with quickly. "I do hope we find it soon."
"I'm just as irritated with it as well." Her eyes squinted for a moment, "Darling." Robert was unsure at the comment. It almost sounded as if she wasn't bothered either - or rather she was forcing herself to speak about the subject and wanted to brush it off as soon as possible. Alisha stood up, quickly smoothing her skirt down and fixing her scarf and left. Robert didn't know what to think about his wife to be.
Author's Note: :P Like I'd let those two have sex just yet. (I say that like it's only been a few chapters O.o'') I would give you a quick idea what's happening next chapter but I can't remember what I've wrote... So... be prepared for anything.