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I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry for the wait! School's been a complete bitch. I'll try and update as often as I can but don't get your hopes up. Well this chapter mainly has BryanxTala action. So for those wanting to see Kai beat the hell out of Tyson, you're out of luck, at least for this chapter. Oh and don't worry Tyson fans, Tyson won't be hurt too bad.

Oh! I've been wondering this for awhile. Should I kept it TysonxMax(#1), pair them up with different people in the end and have them remain best friends(#2), pair Max with someone up while leaving Tyson single(#3) or keep them both single(#4). Help me out and vote 1, 2, 3, or 4 when you review!

Anyway, on with the fic!

Thoughts: /blah blah blah… /

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Tala dropped Bryan's hand when he found a spot on the dance floor that suited him.

Bryan looked at his redheaded team captain warily.

"Are you sure we can't get drunk first?"

Tala rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Whining doesn't suit you, Bryan."

The lavender haired teen glared darkly at the redhead.

"Let's just get this over with…"

"Quit being so dramatic! It's not like I'm making you dress up in drag!"

Bryan continued to glare at Tala, but said nothing more.

Tala pouted at Bryan, but soon started swaying to the rhythm of Bojangles by Pitbull, forgetting all about the Russian teen in front of him.

The blue-eyed teen moved closer to Bryan, grinding his hips into the older Russian's.

Bryan sighed and pulled Tala closer to him, his hands beginning to roam.

/Why the hell couldn't we had gotten drunk first? It would make things a lot easier…well, for me at least. God I wish he would stop doing that. It just makes me want to shove him up against a wall and screw him senseless. /

Bryan was shaken out of his thoughts when he felt hands sliding up his chest and coming rest on his shoulders.

He looked down, taking in the sensual way Tala was moving against him.

Tala's kohl lined eyes were focused solely on Bryan, but there was no movement behind those cyan eyes. He was lost in the music. His eyes slid closed, letting the rhythm fully take over him, his arms now wrapped securely around Bryan's neck.

The redhead snapped out of his one-ness with the music when he felt a not so gentle squeeze on his ass.

Looking up he saw the smug smirk that tugged at Bryan's lips. He flushed despite himself and he glared heatedly at Bryan, making Bryan's smirk widen

Tala became slightly redder and looked away.

"Asshole."

Bryan leaned down and Tala could feel Bryan's hot breath on his ear. Tala bit his lip, trying to suppress a shudder.

"But you know you liked it."

Tala's eyes widened slightly and Bryan stood back up straight, but not before licking the redhead's ear.

/Why the hell did I just do that/

Tala turned a little redder and stared down at the floor.

"Shut up and dance with me, you bastard."

Once again, they started to dance, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Bryan's hands were wondering over his captain's lean form, resting on his girlish hips every once in awhile. Tala wound down low and came back up, grinding his hips into the older teen's.

Bryan's hair stuck to his face and neck and a bead of sweat rolled down Tala's flat stomach.

They grinded into one another, Tala's hands buried in Bryan's lavender locks while Bryan's were glued to Tala's irresistible leather clad ass.

/He must have some kind of fascination with my ass. That's where his hands always seem to return. /

Tala's thoughts came to a screeching halt when Bryan bit down on his neck. Hard.

He shrieked girlishly and pulled away from Bryan, his hand flying to his neck. He took his hand away after a few moments and looked at it, seeing a few red splotches.

"You bastard! What the hell was that for! That fucking hurt!"

Bryan smirked and leaned down, pressing their foreheads together.

"I was just trying to get your attention. Want me to kiss it and make it better?"

"No!"

Tala jerked away from Bryan and crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, his back now facing Bryan.

"Oh come on Tala it was just a joke."

When Tala didn't respond, Bryan moved forward, wrapping his arms around the redhead's lithe waist.

"Turn around."

Tala stood still for a moment longer, but turned around, his bottom lip still poked out cutely.

Bryan's eyes were lit up with a mischievous gleam.

Tala eyed the older Russian warily.

/He's up to something… /

"I wasn't joking about the kissing part."

Tala's eyes went wide and he started to protest when Bryan's lips crashed into his own, Bryan's skilled tongue slipping past the younger Russian's parted lips.

Tala tensed slightly in feeling the other's tongue lapping at his own, but soon relaxed and wrapped his arms around the older teen's neck.

When they finally parted, they were both out of breath, Tala more so than Bryan.

/Why the hell did I just do that! Goddamn it! I need a drink… /

"Come on….we've danced through at least 4 songs straight. You owe me a bottle of vodka."

With that said he swiftly turned on his heal and walked off toward the bar, leaving a stunned Tala still on the dance floor.

Tala stared after Bryan, wondering what the hell just transpired. He touched his lips briefly in confusion.

/What the hell just happened! First he bit me, then he kissed me and now he just leaves me here! I don't understand him. Why does he do this to me? Does he like me or just lust for me/

Tala sighed and walked off toward the bar, hundreds of thoughts swirling around in his head.

/Fuck it all! I need a fucking drink… /

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Again, I'm so sorry for not updating sooner. I hope this was worth your time, even though it was a bit on the short side. Please review!