Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of it's characters but I do own the plot.

Prologue

"Boris," called a harsh, cold voice.

"Yes sir?"

"Do you mind explaining to me why five mere children ruined my plans for world domination?" Voltaire growled.

The Bladebreakers had defeated the Demolition Boys, ruining Voltaire's plan in the process. Voltaire had just stormed into Balcov Abby to deal with Boris and acquire some answers.

"I am extremely sorry sir, but I had not considered one crucial factor," Boris replied calmly.

"What the fuck exactly, is that?" Voltaire snapped, his voice increasing with ire. "That factor was Friendship. They care for one another and their bit beasts too much. However, I assure you I will get my revenge and I will make those kids rue the day they ever crossed Biovalt."

Voltaire smirked. "And what precisely are you planning to do Boris?"

"Read for yourself..." Boris handed Voltaire a piece of white paper, which had crimson handwriting, scribbled across it. Voltaire's smile widened as he began to pace around the darkened room himself and Boris had been discussing in. He settled himself onto a black leather armchair, with the piece of paper still clutched in his hand. 'Interesting,' he thought.

"Do you like my ideas?" Boris questioned as he nervously walked over and sat in another chair, identical to that of Voltaire's and sat opposite him.

Voltaire looked up and motioned for Boris to lean forward. Surprised he did as he was told. Voltaire ran a hand through Boris's silky hair. With his right hand he removed the black and red goggles Boris was wearing and stared into the icy grey eyes that belonged to Boris. They widened as Voltaire leaned forward, closing the gap between them, their lips inches away. Boris felt his warm, moist breath upon his face as he drew their lips together and the moment their lips touched he felt a pleasurable tingle that almost incapacitated him. Voltaire's tongue demanded for him to open his mouth, running his tongue smoothly over his lips. It was not disgusting Boris liked it. Their tongues met, pushing against each other so intensely that both felt as though they were going to faint.

"Whoa, am I enjoying this?!!" Boris thought.

Voltaire pulled away and began caressing Boris' pale, soft ears with his lips that made a deep lusty moan of pleasure escape from his lips. He suddenly felt one pair of strong hands slither down his back and clutched his tight buttocks together, pulling him closer. Boris gasped as he felt something hard against his penis which immediately began to harden.

"Does that answer your question?" Voltaire whispered, with a satisfied grin, into Boris' ears, which sent shivers down his spine.

"Yes," Boris moaned.

End of prologue

Author Note

Some of you have probably read this chapter before and are wondering why the rest of the story has disappeared. Well, unfortunately some dirty snitch out there reported me to because one of my chapters was too EXPLICIT for them. Instead of removing that chapter, decided to be nasty and punish me by removing my whole story. As a consequence I lost all the reviews given to me by those of you who gave up their free time to read my story, which I greatly appreciate. As you can imagine I am furious however there is nothing I can do about it but do my very best to put up all the chapters again. I only hope that many of you will continue to stick by me by reading and reviewing this story. Thank you. Crystal V.