A/N- sorry, but I had to up the rating for this fic. Why does it always happen? I start a new Wolf Love and a few chappie later, I have to up the rating to an 'M'! it's freaky… oh well… enjoy! (No, this chappie does not contain a lemon… but something…similar (wink wink))

Chapter Four- Just Forget

The Tiger was the only one awake in the penthouse suite of the Liberty Hotel. He had been for quite some time. He didn't know for how long. He also didn't know how long he had been tracing imaginary lines over the Falcon's back.

With Bryan lying on his front (asleep) and Ray's head on his shoulder, Ray felt more comfortable than he had ever been. Even more comfortable than he thought he'd be with Bryan around (let alone in the same bed ;D ).

His hand brushed over the white scar on the Falcon's back and he literally felt the shiver go down the Russian's spine.

Wow, Ray thought, Bryan's scar is really sensitive…I wonder what really happened…

His fingers skimmed over the milk-coloured skin, brushing over tiny, old scars. It gave him a pang of emotional pain to think of the punishments that Bryan must have faced to get all of the white marks. But then again… without the scars… Bryan wouldn't be Bryan.

Bryan shifted slightly in his sleep and Ray lifted his head to look at his lover; though Bryan didn't wake up. Ray suddenly realised something; he had never actually seen Bryan sleep. He smiled at his companion's relaxed features and snuggled down beside him, his head on the pillow this time.

After a while, though…

"You know, I do need my oxygen and space…"

Ray felt like laughing. "I know… I kind of figured that you would need oxygen, because otherwise you'd be freaky and dead; but the space thing…" Ray pouted. "That tells me you don't love me…"

"Who says I love you?" Bryan asked in a hushed tone, brushing ebony bangs away from the Tiger's face. He smirked at Ray's confused expression and brought his face even closer so that they were millimetres apart. "I don't love you, Ray… I adore you…"

Ray felt like fainting as Bryan's hot breath fanned across his cheeks. He was sure he was blushing, for Bryan was still smirking. And he could feel the Falcon smirking still as Bryan crushed his lips against his own in what might've been a bruising kiss if a little more force had been used. Ray moved even closer to Bryan, in an attempt to gain more of his Falcon; in which he succeeded. Although, he didn't expect to feel Bryan's hand slowly sneaking under his boxer shorts. He tried to concentrate on the kiss to stop himself from moaning, for he didn't want to wake Tala and Kai; he wouldn't be able to live through the evil smirking later on…

He pulled away from the kiss to gasp as he felt Bryan's finger lazily go up his shaft, but Bryan shushed him with his other hand.

"Shhh, we don't want to wake Tala and Kai now, do we?" He said wickedly; Ray was starting to hate that voice.

Bryan pulled him back into another kiss. It seemed to be the only way to keep his Tiger quiet; though he did want to hear his Ray moan with pleasure as loud as his lungs would let him. He continued to stroke Ray, feeling the Tiger grow even harder by the second.

After a few more minutes, Ray came in Bryan's hand, his moan muffled by the Falcon's mouth. Ray pulled away and buried his face in the crook of Bryan's neck, his heart rate erratic from his orgasm. Bryan withdrew his hand from the Tiger's boxers and licked his fingers, groaning quietly in the back of his throat. Ray snickered.

"Horny bastard…"

"You know you love me…" Bryan countered. "And how could I let this go to waste, eh?"

Bryan could literally feel the heat rising from Ray's cheeks and guessed that his Tiger was blushing redder than his captain's hair.

"You know what, you're too modest." Bryan remarked, grazing his fingers over Ray's golden brown back.

"And you're too dirty, but I don't complain…"

"Ah, but I think you'll find, my dear kitten, that you're the one who's dirty. You need a shower…"

Ray nipped Bryan's shoulder as a retort and smirked as he heard Bryan growl. But he frowned.

"And you know what," Ray continued, his voice muffled by Bryan's neck, "these are the only pair of boxers I have with me. So you'll have to sneak back into Tyson's dojo to grab me some more clothes; it'll be easy for you. If you can sneak in carrying me, I think you can do it on your own. And no one will be awake…"

Bryan pinched Ray's back, as if saying, 'No chance, sunshine'.

Ray growled. "Hey watch it, or I'll get even closer to you and then you'll have to get some more boxers for yourself. And I bet that your teammates will be up already, so you'll have to deal with them."

"You're too wicked for your own good, kitten." Bryan sighed. "Fine. It'll give you a chance to have a shower…" He smirked. "Unless you want to share."

"Nice try, but no."

"It was worth a shot." Bryan said with a shrug.

Ray pulled away and sat up, swinging his legs over the side; Bryan couldn't resist but run a finger down the Tiger's spine. He heaved a sigh and got up himself, watching Ray walk into the large en-suit bathroom.

Ray looked around the bathroom with amazement.

This isn't a bathroom! It's a… It's a… It's a spa! A royal spa. Gods above… what the hell? Well that's convenient. A washing machine. But what in the hell is it doing in a bathroom? Oh well, can't complain…

Bryan returned from the Granger Dojo in what seemed like record time. He left the small duffel bag on the bed and walked back into the main room, walking over to the kitchen area. He frowned though; he hadn't seen Tala sitting there before…

He grunted to catch his captain's attention, whom had been sitting at the table, his arms folded, his head on top of them and staring at his coffee cup boredly. Tala lifted his icy gaze up to the Falcon, confusion clearly written in his blue orbs.

"Bryan?" He asked, unsure. "What're you doing here?"

Bryan poured his own coffee before answering. "Kai got your wolf to find me and give me the spare key card, so I came here. You… you had another nightmare and Ray told Kai that we'd stay. End of story."

"Wait. Ray? He's here?"

Bryan nodded, sitting down also. "In the shower now I think." Bryan frowned as Tala made no move to tease him; the redhead only sighed sadly. "Normally, this would be the time to tease me. But you're not, so spill it; something's on your mind."

Tala looked up at Bryan, icy blues connected with piercing lavenders. Tala looked away and Bryan growled.

"Tala…"

"I dreamt of it."

Bryan was confused. "What?"

"It."

"I have no clue what you're going on about, Tal."

"You know perfectly what I'm going on about, Bryan." Tala snapped; he sighed again. "I hate to remind you, but what happened after the Russian Tournament?"

The blood drained from Bryan's face. That was one of his worst memories. He stood and walked over to Tala, who had also stood up. He embraced the younger in a hug, which Tala returned fiercely, like a brother would do to another brother whom he had not seen in years. Bryan rubbed the redhead's back comfortingly.

"Tala, you don't have to think about that… you know you don't. What happened is in the past; never to happen again. Just forget about it, Tala. That memory should be the one haunting me, not you… just forget…"

A/N- don't expect any more semi-limes soon, cos that wasn't actually planned; I just put it in. And I'm not planning for a lemon in this fic either; it wouldn't really fit in.

Poka! (means 'Bye' in Russian! Tehe!)