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Robert walked into the room he was sharing with Spencer and leaned against the mighty oak desk in the corner of the spacious room. He crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. "Can you believe that obnoxious little pig? Honestly."
"I'm afraid that there are many people in this world that has the same brain capacity as Tyson here." Spencer said as he closed the door behind him and smiled softly.
Robert huffed again. "Oh, I don't doubt that."
Spencer looked over to his boyfriend and his soft smile turned into a slightly predatory one. The way Robert was leaning against that desk, pouting cutely made him look desirable. Very desirable.
He pushed away from the door and effortlessly crossed the room with two large strides. He stopped in front of Robert and leaned in close. Close enough to have to make Robert lean back just so he could get a proper look at him. The anger that Robert was wearing earlier disappeared and was replaced by surprise. He opened his mouth to question the older blader when he was cut off abruptly by Spencer's eager and demanding lips.
Robert fell into Spencer's chest, immediately becoming lost in the kiss. He felt Spencer place his hands on his hips and move him so he was sitting on the table rather then just leaning against it.
"Spencer." Robert gasped as Spencer broke the kiss and turned his attention to his neck. He blushed profusely and moaned. "We shouldn't."
"Why not?" Spencer asked, his voice muffled against the delicate skin of Robert's neck.
"Spencer…"
"Hey, Spencer, are you- Whoa!"
Immediately Robert nearly jumped out of his skin while Spencer muttered darkly. Robert looked over Spencer's shoulder to see a smirking dark hair neko-jin.
"Heh, sorry about that." Ray said, not sounding sorry at all.
Spencer sighed and calming pulled away from Robert who hastily rearranged his clothes. "What do you want, Kon?"
Ray smirked. "I wanted to grovel and beg for forgiveness from Kai, but for that to be effective he has to be present and I can't find him anywhere. Do you know where he is?"
Spencer blinked. "He should be in his room."
"I already checked there. I can't find Miguel either."
"Where on earth-"
"Spencer!"
"What?" Spencer pushed past Ray. "What's- Kai!"
There at the end of the hallway was Miguel. He cradled an unconscious and barely moving Kai in his arms. Kai's brow was furrowed in pain and he had blood pouring from large gashed in his arms and leg.
Ray looked past Spencer, his eyes widen in shock. "Oh shit! What happened?"
"He was attacked! Boris attacked him." Miguel explained. He clutched Kai close when he screamed. "Spencer, he said that he can't feel the baby."
Spencer threw open a spare bedroom door and pointed to the bed. "Quick, lie him down on the bed. Robert get my supplies from our room. Ray get me some hot water and towels, quickly."
The mentioned teens nodded and went their separate ways. Ray race to the kitchen, pushing past Bryan and Johnny who had ventured up stairs to see what all the noise was about.
"What the hell is going on?" Bryan asked, then he paled considerably when he peered into the spare bedroom. "Holy shit!"
"Kai!"
Miguel carefully laid Kai down on the bed when he was suddenly pushed outside. "Hey!"
"I'm sorry Miguel." Spencer said. "But I don't want you to see this."
Shock and distress appeared on Miguel's face when Spencer let Ray and Robert in and then closed the door in front of him. "But-"
"Miguel." Claude said gently as he appeared behind the distressed teen. He and Tala had arrive moments after he did. "Come, lets get you cleaned up, ok?"
"I can't."
"Kai's in safe hands now. He'll be all right." Claude wrapped an arm around Miguel's shoulders and lead him towards his room. Miguel fell against Claude's side. He numbly let Claude guide him, his eyes vacant. He seemed to have fallen in a state of shock.
Tala watched as the two walked away and turned his gaze to the door that held his best friend on the other side. With his sensitive hearing he could hear Kai scream and mew for help. It was heartbreaking to hear and he hoped that the Spanish blond couldn't hear it.
But chances are, he probably can.
Bryan looked back and forth between the groups, his frustration growing with each second. A vain popped out of his forehead as the rest of the houses occupants appeared behind him. "Hey! I asked 'What the hell is going on?' And I want an answer damn it!"
"Kai was attacked by Boris." Tala replied bluntly. He rubbed the bridge of his nose when he heard cries of shock, concern and anger.
"What! That son-of-a-bitch!" Bryan fumed. "I'll kill him!"
"Too late." Tala muttered. He sounded a cross between satisfied and disappointed. He was satisfied that Boris was dead and won't harm anyone else. And disappointed because he wasn't the one that killed him.
"What?"
"Dranzer already took care of him." A smirk. "Burnt him to cinders."
Bryan blinked and then smirked sadistically. "Good. Did you dispose of the body? Well what's left of it anyway."
"Nah, it was still smoldering. It should be out now, though."
Bryan nodded and turned to Johnny. "Come on. I want to see him for myself."
Johnny nodded and followed the platinum Russian out. But before either of them had a chance to leave, Bryan felt a tug on the edge of his jacket. He looked down into the eyes of the youngest member here.
"Will Kai-Kai be ok?" Ian asked in a soft, almost lost voice.
"I'm sure he'll be fine." Bryan said as he knelt down and hugged him softly. "He's as tough as they come. He'll be fine."
Miguel returned moments later, dressed in a clean set of clothing, but his eyes look dull and lifeless. He was a array of emotions. There was guilt, anger, frustration, fear and disbelief.
How could this have happened? One minute Kai was asleep in his arms, the next he was in the middle of nowhere, being savagely attacked by Boris. How…?
"What happened?" Miguel asked the group before him. "Why was Kai outside in the first place?"
The group was silent, all wondering the same thing. But then Tala snarled dangerously and turned on Tyson. "He must have overheard Tyson comparing him to Voltaire."
Miguel stood stock still. Suddenly his eyes flashed dangerously and before anyone had a chance to blink, he pinned Tyson to the wall by his throat. "Do you have any idea what you've done!" He snarled.
"Miguel!" Claude grabbed his arm in a vain attempt to calm him down. "Please Miguel."
"Why do you keep doing this to him?" Miguel growled. "Why can't you just leave him alone for once? Because of you I could…" He paused for a moment, his grip on Tyson's neck loosening. "I…"
"Miguel…" Claude whispered as he wrapped his arms around his best friend.
"I could loose them both." He whispered, then fell into Claude's chest and cried.
… … … … …
"Kai, speak to me." Spencer said as he tried to stop the teen from thrashing about. "Kai!"
Kai stopped thrashing for a moment and peered up at Spencer through one eye. "Spencer…?"
"Take deep breathes Kai." Spencer ordered. "Kai, look at me, tell me what happened."
"Boris. He wanted my baby." He wheezed and huffed. "Dranzer, she… Miguel? Where-" Suddenly Kai screamed and convulsed forward, immediately grasping at his abdomen.
"Spencer." Ray said, getting the Blonde's attention. "He's in labor. We've got to deliver the kid before the pain kills them both."
"Shit." Spencer cursed. "Robert I need two shots of local anesthetic. We need to do an emergency cesarean."
"Right."
"Spencer, have you done anything like this before?" Ray asked nervously.
"No, but we've got to do something." He said firmly, his eyes hard. "I want you to attend to Kai's other wounds while I perform the operation. I don't want Kai falling into a coma due to blood lost."
"Spencer, here." Robert handed Spencer two needles, both with the exact same amount of anesthetic.
Spencer carefully removed the needles from Robert's grip and held his gaze. "Are you ready? I'll need you help with this."
Robert nodded. "I'm ready."
"Right, lets do this."
I'm going to end it here, simply because I have no real desire to write about the operation (sweatdrops) Sorry. Only one chappy left.
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