Okay, I couldn't resist to save my life. I got several cute stories about what people were told thunderstorms were that I just had to write a second chapter. Besides, I love this pairing. Please review and let me know what you think.

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Tala slipped silently into his boyfriend's bed terrified and shaking as a thunderstorm raged overhead. Spencer wasn't surprised by his wolf's appearance. Tala had always tried to pretend that the storms didn't bother him, but he had stopped pretending around the same time that they had gotten together. Since then he had started to either crawl into Spencer's arms or wait for Spencer to come to him. The whale's fingers slipped beneath the wolf's chin and tilted his head back so that the older blader could press a gentle kiss against the younger's lips. Tala leaned into the kiss desperate to get his mind off of the storm that was making the house moan and creak. He nearly jumped out of the bed when a bolt of lightning struck a nearby tree causing sparks and part of the tree to break off. Spencer's arms tightened around his boyfriend's waist and held him as Tala shook with fear. "Spencer, can you tell me stories like you did last time? I think it helped a little."

"Sure. I have several to tell. You'll find some of them a little ridiculous though." Tala buried his face in Spencer's chest as thunder roared overhead.

"I don't care. I just want something to take my mind off the storm. I hate it." Spencer placed a gentle kiss on Tala's head as he decided which story to tell first.

"The first story I can think of is about Santa Clause." Tala looked up at him with a raised eyebrow as if to say ask if Spencer was serious. "I told you that you would find it ridiculous. Do you want to hear the story or not?" Tala nodded rapidly as his fingers began to curl and uncurl around the fabric of Spencer's shirt repeatedly. It was a nervous habit that no one but the oldest Russian got to see. "The story goes that since Santa Clause has to make all of those toys he can't possibly do them in such a short time as when little children start sending in their letters. Instead he makes them all year round because he knows what the children will want come Christmas time. The thunder is actually the sound of him moving around all the barrels and boxes that he uses to store all of the gifts to make room for new ones." Tala actually laughed despite his fear of the rampaging storm outside as he snuggled closer to Spencer's chest. "Do you want to hear a different one?"

Tala lifted his face to look into green eyes with the color and softness of moss. "Will it be equally ridiculous?" he questioned softly.

"You'll probably think so." Tala sighed relaxing slightly only to jump and cling to Spencer as a bolt of lightning flashed through the sky. He clung to Spencer as tightly as he could, shaking almost as badly as the leaves on the trees outside the blonde's window. "Shh, it's okay Tala. It's alright. I'm here for you. You don't have to worry about the storm. I'll always be here to protect you. I promise you." His large hand traced lazy patterns across Tala's bare back as he waited for the wolf to calm enough to pay attention to the stories. Tala's fingers relaxed their grip slowly before taking up the pattern of curling and uncurling around Spencer's shirt. "There was another one I heard as a child beside the one about God and the Devil bowling. My mother used to tell me that God would get bored with the furniture arrangement in Heaven and would feel the need to move everything around once in a while. The thunder is the sound of the furniture scraping against the floors of heaven while the lightning is the sparks that are created when the legs of the furniture scrape against the floor."

Tala stared up at him incredulously. "You're kidding." Spencer chuckled as he shook his head and started to caress the side of his boyfriend's face. Tala rolled his eyes, but seemed to be calming despite the fact that storm hadn't let up at all outside. "Do you know anymore stories?" he queried softly as he began to drift off to sleep feeling secure in the firm embrace.

"I know one more. Would you like to hear it?" Tala nodded as he let his eyes slip shut. "There is a story about the four main angels and the competitions that they used to hold. This is similar to the one about God and the Devil bowling, but it has a little bit of a different spin. Each of the four angels had a loyal following of angels that served them and helped them do their jobs. Every now and then arguments about who was the best of the groups would break out and God would tell his angels to settle it by having a bowling competitions. So every time that happened the four angels would select their best bowlers and create a team to compete. The lightning is the path that the ball takes as he travels along the lane and hits the pins. The thunder is the applause of the angels who are winning and the rain is the tears of all the other angels that are losing." Spencer looked down at the redhead curled up against his chest and smiled softly. "Sweet dreams my love. The storm can't hurt you." The blond turned his own attention out the window as he massaged the back of Tala's head gently. He wouldn't be able to sleep for hours, but that didn't mean his boyfriend couldn't get a good night's rest.

In the morning when the storm was still raging outside the window and the young couple lie awake in bed content in each other's presence Tala thought about the storm. It really wasn't a bad thing to have storms. It was, after all, the perfect excuse to cuddle up to Spencer's strong chest and be loved away from the prying eyes of their teammates. He tilted his head back and smiled up at his older boyfriend. He thought about the word he used most often to describe what Spencer was to him. It was the perfect word to describe their current situation, but for some reason it wasn't nearly enough anymore. He wanted to be the older man's lover. It was a shame he didn't know just how to go about telling Spencer that. Spencer turned his attention to Tala and smiled softly. He pressed their lips together in a gentle kiss, but for the first time Tala realized that the blond always held back from his true desires when they kissed. "Spencer, I love you."

"I love you too Tala. I always will" Spencer whispered softly. Tala leaned into a second kiss, but Spencer pulled away after a few seconds. "Don't tempt me Tala. I don't think you're ready for that kind of relationship just yet."

Tala shook his head and shifted so that he was pressed as firmly as he could against Spencer. "I am ready. I just don't know how to say it."

Spencer ran his fingers through blood red strands. "We'll talk about it Tala. I have to be sure that you're ready. I don't want you to regret it." Tala nodded temporarily content with where things were. "I'll make love to you Tala. I just want it to be perfect for you."

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