A/N: Hey guys, heres a list of translations for you guys. just go down the number and you'll know what they're saying. I don't speak Russian so I used Google translate and a number of other sites xD

(The lyrics come from the new song Ribbon, by the kpop group, BEAST.)

*1.It's long held a dream, which can never be fulfilled…' (From the anime series, Yami no Matsuei)

*2. Pull each other tightly and tie a knot of love.

*3. That can never be undone.

*4. So that we can never let go of each other

*5. If it's not too late, if you feel the same as me.

*6. I love you.

*7. I love you too.


Chapter 16: Will You Be Alright? (At That Place)

Silence wafted in waves of awkward tranquility. Light rays of soft yellow sunlight leaked through the open curtains of the window covering the sleeping forms in glowing beams. Slowly, the lifeless form begins to wake, a flutter of lashes blink away the traces of sleepiness to reveal blurry grey hues. Squinting eyes struggle to focus in the morning light, it's sluggish and painful.

Chekov realizes it's another day, and the events of the night before come rushing back like scenes of movie. It's all too sudden, too much too soon, and the peaceful numbness of slumber where's thin.

He knew this was going to happen, knew the consequences of playing with fire and trembling fingers reached towards the center for warmth and burned. It was all over now, before it had even begun. What would happen now? Could they even pretend they were friends, even after all that was said and done? It was asking too much. If life were so simple, they wouldn't be in this situation to begin with.

The bed shifted and the boy froze not wanting to wake the older blonde. When the body slowed to steady breathing, Chekov let out a silent sigh.

"How you holding up?" Grey hues blinked curiously.

"Jim? How long have you been up?" Jim sighed sitting up against the headboard. His eyes lingered on the crinkles of the bed sheets before looking back up to the saddened grey eyes.

"Long enough… I didn't hurt you to bad last night did?"

"You should've gotten out of bed or said something then…" The boy cringed scooting closer to Jim; the ache in his lower back ran up his spine like fire. He cast an uncertain smiled glancing up to see the older blondes' worried expression, trying to ease the tension in the room. Needless to say, it didn't work much against Jim.

"I'm sorry…" Chekov waved him off with a hand and a puff of his cheeks but Jim still wasn't convinced. The boy could tell there was an underlining meaning to the apology, there was more at work here then simple sex pains.

"No Pav… I'm sorry for letting this happen to you, I should've done something to stop it… Yet I just let it go pretending I didn't see a thing."

"Jim… It couldn't be help. Look at what we do, there no such thing as falling in love for people like us, we don't have that privilege. It's too risky…" Jim chuckled dryly.

"You're starting to sound like me… I really wanted to save you from that, I guess I don't always know what's best…"

Chekov could only sigh sadly, he wasn't one to point fingers, but right now Jim couldn't be more accurate. But that was selfish, he was trying so hard for the both of them and here he was sulking about past judgments. There was nothing to take back, no do-overs; and the truth did nothing to soften the blow.

Chekov noticed the trembling form beside him, watched as seemingly crystallized tears slipped and fell like silver on Jims cheeks, how they sparkled in the sunlight one last time before they seeped into the bed sheets. It was almost, tragic.

"It's alright Jim, we all make mistakes. But we keep moving forward, Da?" Jim looked up, the bright smile on the boys face was enough to have him sniffling and rubbing at his eyes with a small chuckle.

"Now if we could just keep our pants on, I'm sure we can make it out the door eventually…"

Jim's head fell back in a fit of laughter and Chekov relished in the pleasant rumble that came from the older man, this was the real Jim. Slowly, he began to laugh with him till they were both looking at each other and giggling like children.

"Oh man, I think you're hanging around me to much Pav. That's definitely something I would've said."

Grey eyes followed the sluggish form move into the bathroom, the door open, just a crack. If he looked in at the right angle, he could see Jim's reflection in the mirror. His eye trailed along his friends' body, memorizing every dip and curve like a map. Chekov still envied Jim, envied his ability to stay so nonchalant and so unbelievably attractive. Needless to say, Jim never felt the need to hide his body, he was never shy.

He turned his gaze to his hands; they were slightly bruised and had scratches from the night before. It was enough to prove that horrible nightmare, was real. Chekov worked his slender legs over the edge of bed and cringed as he sat up trying to stand. It was difficult and painful, but he was used to it, he should be used to it by now. But it always hurt the morning after. Still burned with each step and something so much more painful tore just a little bit more each time he met a new client. It ached in his chest, throbbed against his rib cage and cried out against its tearing restraints trying to break free.

'It's long held a dream, which can never be fulfilled…' *[1.]

The boy fought the urge to cry and wandered near the bathroom door leaning against the frame. He could see Jim standing in the shower, the water running down his form beautifully. It was strange how he managed to make the simplest of tasks so alluringly captivating.

"Jim… Leonard was thinking about canceling the appointment with my client…"

"Oh ya? Maybe that's a good thing; you could use a break you know!"

Chekov sighed moving closer, his own reflection paled in comparison to the tanned beauty in the bath. He could see his face through the fogged glass. Eyes swollen and red, cheeks puffed slightly and the never ending trail of love bites that trailed down his neck. It was a befitting image, considering the way he felt at the moment.

"No Jim, I think… I think I want to go ahead with the client. I really need something to get my mind off things; work might be a pretty good distraction right now." The shower turned off and Jim sighed rubbing the water from his face.

"You don't have too Chekov… If you want I can take the client for you…?"

"Look Jim, I don't want to argue… Please… Just let me do this…"

The glass door opened and Chekov looked up too see Jim's dripping face, it was difficult to tell if the man was crying or not. Chekov dismissed it all together as if he weren't there at all. If he saw Jim cry now, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to keep up the act.

"Alright, I won't try to stop you. Just… Be careful alright?" The boys' swollen lips formed a gentle smirk, neither menacing nor laughable. Just calm and tired, like foot prints in the sand, it just as quickly washed away.

"Thanks… I'll call Leonard after I shower."

It was then Jim noticed the boy was still naked. Both of them bare and unclothed, they were so used to each other now, it hardly seemed to matter. Chekov's smaller form, slender and pale, resembled porcelain. How many more times would he have to watch the boy fall before he finally shattered to pieces? He grabbed the towel drying off in a hurry; it was time to start another day.

Later that day the call was made, Leonard and Sulu both came. The minute they entered the apartment, Jim anticipated Chekov's reaction to Sulu being there. Would he break down? Would he lash out? Anything and everything he could think of went rushing through his mind and then Chekov walked out of the bed room. He looked up from his feet with his usual bright smile.

It was wrong, it didn't feel right.

Those rose petal lips twitched just the slightest and when Jim reached the boys eyes, they were dull and lifeless. Where was Chekov?

He fought the urge to beat the man to a pulp glaring daggers instead. Sulu could feel the heated stare on his skin, felt it itch and crawl with guilt and uncertainty. Should he really have come, was it really necessary for Leonard to bring a tag along?

"You sure about this kid? You really don't have to go if you're not ready." The boy waved with a smile.

"Really, it's alright. I want to do this." Jim noticed the quick glance, a tiny flutter of interaction between Sulu and Chekov. A silent argument daring the older man to speak out against the boy.

"Alright then, be ready by twelve and I'll come get you." They were about to leave but Bones turned around, a strange expression written on his face, "Oh Jim, you have another client… You're set up for tonight as well so, Sulu will have to take the kid and I'll take you, if that's alright."

Jim wanted to protest on the boys' behalf, but Chekov smiled and nodded. Eyes closed; they revealed nothing and Jim was silenced staring in desperate curiosity. Why was everybody acting so strange?

"Ya, that's fine… Isn't it Sulu?" The man only nodded, Bones eyes were closed and his head lowered to the ground. Jim couldn't take this awkward silence, something was going on, and he wanted to know.

"Wait, I gotta talk to you for a minute Leonard."

"Alright…" They all seemed to look at each other at that moment. Each glance knowing and for-warning, what exactly were they hiding? Sulu reached for the door, he seemed in a hurry to get out of the apartment.

"I'll be outside if you need me…" Chekov waited, watching as Jim led Bones into the kitchen, waited till he could hear the voices as they grew hissed and heated.

Chekov took the chance to run out the front door and bolted down the hall till he reached the stair case. Breath held against his throat, he fought back the urge to yell out in a desperate cry. Sulu was at the bottom of the steps, but he held in the choked sob threatening to escape his lips and walked down the steps in complete silence.

Sulu heard the soft patter of feet behind him. He knew who it was, and hated the fact that he couldn't do a single thing. Unable to touch, unable to reach out and hold close… Maybe he could watch? A frail form, slender and porcelain in complexion; he craved it. The beautifully sinful sight he imagined. Sulu couldn't hold back. Auburn eyes moved up the stairs to see its descending occupant. Chekov walking down the stairs slow and cool, ever seeming the nonchalant, but those grey pools said so much different.

"Chekov…" The boy froze, three steps away from the older man; they were so close.

"Sulu…" The man chuckled running a hand through his hair with a smile; it was like they first met all over again.

"Let's not say 'hello' back and forth like in those sappy movies baby boy… It dose nothing to change the setting…" Chekov flinched but tried to hide it with a sigh.

"It's not the setting I'm trying to change… I already know your feelings were an act…" Sulu bit his lip, an angry twitch on his brow, how could Chekov think his feelings were all part of some act?

"That's not true. Everything we did, the way I feel about you isn't a lie!"

"Sulu, stop…" Chekov tuned his gaze to the floor; a hand instinctively went up holding his right arm in a sad attempt to conceal himself. Somehow it only seemed to anger Sulu more and he moved up a step.

"Why? Why do I have to stop? Because I care about you?! Don't you understand!?"

"Stop it… You shouldn't be saying those things… If somebody hears…" Sulu moved up another step, just one more and they'd be face to face. But Sulu was so mad; he just wanted Chekov to understand.

"No, no I won't. You think Leonard runs my life, that he can make say and act the way he wants me to, but that's not how it works. This isn't fake, it's not an act!"

Sulu moved that last step forward, Chekov trembling now was leaning against the wall. He couldn't tell what the boy was thinking, was he afraid? Hands went up, and suddenly Sulu was in front of him. Chekov gasped, he pushed away; a weak attempt and Sulu held him tighter.

"Please, Sulu… Just don't…"

"But don't you see Chekov; I was trying to protect you… I wanted you to run away… Get the hell as far away from here as fast as you can…" Barely above a whisper the boy responds.

"It's not your place… You shouldn't be saying those things to me… Were not… We can't…" Suddenly the man in his arms starts to tremble; he can feel the soft pitter patter of droplet's seeping through his shirt. Sulu's sliding down and he stops, knees hitting the steps and he's desperately clinging to the boys' waist now.

"…I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you…"

"What the hell? What concern is that of yours if something happen to me?! You should be more worried about Chekov! Don't you care that Sulu and Chekov are acting strange? And you're letting Sulu take him after what he did to him?!"

Leonard pinched the bridge of his nose; if Jim kept this attitude up he wasn't sure if he'd be able to keep up the act. It wasn't just frustrating, it was infuriating. An angry Jim was nothing to trifle with.

"Alright already, I know… Lower you voice will ya? You're giving me a headache…" Jim puffed out his cheeks and sighed dramatically throwing his head back.

"A headache…? Are you fucking kidding me? I'll give you something that'll make you wish you only had a headache! I can't believe you, fuck'n unbelievable…"

"Look, I know already about the kid and Sulu. Let them deal with their own problems, for now worry about you. Chekov's pain isn't entirely one-sided either; you think Sulu isn't hurting too? The mans nearly killing himself with the damn guilt, I can assure you it won't happen again anyways… It's what's best…"

Jim flinched blinking curiously at the last choice of words. It was odd to say the very least.

"W-What's best…? What does that even mean?" Bones waved him off taking out some paper and his phone.

"None of that's important right now… I got the contact information on your next client. Seems kinda strange though, he's new to our system, he says one of our regulars referred him to us." Jim's interest peaked and he completely forgot about their current discussion. He was more interested in this new client.

"Well, shouldn't that be a good thing? Shouldn't that mean you'll get more clients that way? I mean being a pretty high end brothel; you only deal with the higher ups, like business men right?"

"Ya, but what are you getting at?" Jim rolled his eyes.

"It means only the select few that know about this place are spreading the word to their friends, it means more business, more money, could I say it any clearer?" Bones grumbled about overly confident blondes and Jim chuckled, it was just like before. If only for a little while.

"Ya I get that, but something's still not right… There something about this guy I don't like, maybe you should sit this one out Jim." Jim pouted jumping on the counter to reach for a hidden bottle of Vodka. Bones raised a curious brow, it was probably Chekov's.

"No way, I'm getting restless in this place. I need to get out and have some action, any longer being cooped up in this place and I'm gonna explode!" Jim took a long swig from the glass bottle, it was clear the man was in some sort of fit, nobody sane drinks like that unless their stressed. Bones sighed looking at the smaller man on the counter praying to the Gods to give him the ability to keep his mouth shut.

"Jim… Seriously, I'm worried about you kid. I'm telling you this guys got something, I don't want you to go this time around."

"You're joking right? The deal was I keep working for you till I have enough money to leave, so I'm gonna take every single chance that I get. It's what's best right?"

Bones blinked back curiously and watched as Jim slithered towards him. Simple steps entrance glistening eyes pull him in further and suddenly Jims there. Arms wrapped around his shoulders and hands playing loosely with his hair, the look Jim was giving him was ravenous, Bones could only swallow dryly.

"Let's get one thing straight here; you don't own me alright…? I'm not your property."

And just like that, Jim slipped through his hands with a Cheshire cat smile. He wondered if Jim knew about everything, wondered if he had over-heard them outside in the parking lot the other night and was playing them all like fools. Honestly, Leonard couldn't know for sure, but it wasn't doubtful either.

"You don't know what you're messing with here, this could be dangerous Jim. But I can't stop you, so you damn well better be careful! If anything happens you call me okay?" Jim glared but nodded as he drank from the bottle again. It looked comical, with the man being slightly tipsy now and Bones allowed a soft chuckle to rumble from his lips.

"Hey, what's so funny?" Bones laughed a little harder, and for some reason Jim started giggling too till it erupted into full laughter.

"Look at us… Were so fucking miserable…"

"What?" The curious response squiggled out of Jim's mouth and had the older man laughing.

"Were a couple of idiots fighting over nothing... The boys are both fine… sure they had a little problem but, we're all still here and we should at least be thankful for that."

Bones walked to the other side leaning next to Jim on the kitchen counter. Things were so awkward between them and it had only been a day. He hoped they wouldn't grow apart completely.

"I don't want to be your enemy Jim… But at least listen to me when I'm trying to give you a warning, I don't want anything bad to happen to you, or the kid."

Jim listened and every little word sunk in, maybe Leonard was actually concerned. But the booze won over making the rational side of his brain ramble profanities through his mind.

"Ya, I get it. Take care of myself or I'll become dog food for the head-honchos… Ya, I got it." Bones rolled his eyes and glared. How could someone be so nonchalant about their well-being?

"Jim. I'm serious. Be careful damn-it…"

"I know… I'm sorry, but for me… As long as Chekov's happy I'm alright. I could be beaten black and blue, till I'm bleeding out and I'd still be okay, If I knew he was happy out there somewhere…"

It was a morbid way of explaining he'd rather see the kid better of then himself. But Bones understood and he turned away from the younger man on the counter and remembered he had cigarettes in his coat. It was such an awfully good timing; he didn't like these things. Yet, at this moment he craved them. The burning at the back of his throat, the dryness as the smoke filled his lungs till he released the bitter putrid taste in the air. It provided seconds of relief before the after taste of hate and guilt reached your tongue and you were coughing trying to wrench out the terrible stuff.

"We'll be back to pick you guys up later…"

Jim nodded and waited till he heard the soft echo of the door closing behind the older man. A long quivering sigh escaped his lips and he raised the bottle to take in as much alcohol as could in one drink. He never thought alcohol could be his weakness, but then again… His mother turned into an alcoholic and his uncle was already one. So he was bound to get there eventually even without all the messed up stuff happening in his life.

Slowly he headed down the hall bottle still in hand lazily striping his clothes and throwing them on the floor down the hall and towards the bathroom.

That night Both Jim and Chekov were ready by eleven and waiting for Leonard on the couch. It was awkwardly quiet, but Jim tried to look otherwise for the boys sake. Needles to say Chekov noticed and he smiled but it was silent and desolate. When it was 12 both boys stood and opened the door when they heard a knock.

"Alright guys, it's time to go." Jim walked out the door first all of them walking out to the parking lot in silence. The cars were just down stairs out in the parking lot but they seemed miles away with the heavy tension floating around them.

Finally outside is when it all seemed to sink in and Chekov reached out like he did the first time Jim went out. Hands wrapped around strong trembling shoulders and fingers gripped tightly around a smaller waist.

They pulled back, Jim moved into Leonard's car and Chekov into Sulu's. Neither of them had ever felt this scared since the day they first said 'hello'.

It was Sulu's car that drove out first. Chekov sitting in the back seat watching the back window till Leonard's car faded out in the opposite direction. It was silent, for the most part till Sulu plugged in his phone that started a long play list of foreign music. It wasn't bothersome, the soft melody filling the car, a combination of instruments and wailing violins. Chekov didn't understand the lyrics, but the melody was so nostalgic.

Tie up a ribbon…Jeoldae pulliji anhge… *[2.]

Tie up a ribbon…Seololeul noh-eul su eobsge… *[3.]

Aljig neuj-uen ge anilamyeon neodo nawa gat-eul su issdamyeaon… *[4.]

badadeurineun ge anya nae tteusdaero hal su issneun geon...*[5.]

Chekov looked out the window. They were in San Francisco's financial district now; the song had long since changed four of five times over now but the lyrics still played through his head.

They arrived at a hotel, and the car slowly stopped. Both of them sat in the awkward silence uncertain if either should speak. But Sulu broke first and Chekov sighed when the question slipped past the older man's lips.

"So you're really gonna go through with this?"

"Well what choice do I have? We're already here aren't we?" Chekov finished off, his tone a little harsher than he wanted it to come out.

"…I don't want to fight you Chekov…" Sulu sighed and the boy wished he could reach out and soften the frown on the mans' face.

"…I'm sorry… Let's just get this over with okay?"

Sulu finally just opened the door and walked out into the cold night. Chekov following closely behind looked down at his shoes as if they were the most interesting thing around. He tried not to notice the way Sulu's hands kept brushing against his when they reached the lobby, or the way his eyes flickered making it seem like he wasn't staring, but it was too hard. The boy sniffled and mumbled out something about having a cold as the keys were handed off to Sulu.

Being in the car was awkward enough but that little thing called 'Life' liked to play the bitch more often than not, and Sulu decided he'd take Chekov all the way to his lift. The tiny space seemed even smaller with the thick tension filling the room and the kid tried to squeeze himself into the walls. He didn't want to look at the other man, didn't want to have to see the hurt in his eyes, did everything have to be so difficult now? How many times would it have to be this awkward? How many more clients would Sulu try to protect him from? He couldn't think anymore, didn't want to, was more fitting.

The lift stopped and out they both walked into the warmly colored hallway. The swirls in the cream colored carpet seemed to move putting Chekov in hypnosis, if only for a second. But he was quickly taken from his escape as Sulu nudged him with a worried look.

"That's your room over there…" Sulu held out the keys and Chekov fought against the fact that he might actually have to touch Sulu. He reached out anyways, their fingers brushing, and suddenly he was being held against the taller man.

"Su-Sulu... What are you doing…?" The man held the boy tighter clutching a handful of the boys' curls.

"I… don't want you to do this…" Chekov smiled, despite the act they were supposed to be playing; Chekov knew Sulu really cared for him. Understood that these emotions weren't fake, and his hands wrapped around the wider frame to return the hug.

"If I don't go Leonard will know… I promise I'll come right back to you after I'm done…" Sulu mumbled through the rising sob, because this was killing him. Tearing him apart at the seams and making him bleed and boil in rage.

"No…No…Please, please… don't go…!"

It was a small whispered plead, the rise in his voice cracked and hitched. Chekov took a step back to view the man under a different light. The tears running down his face, flushed cheeks, and disheveled hair, it was his doing. He marked the mans' face in sorrow filled expression, and furrowed darkened brows in painful confusion; it was beautiful. In some sadistic form Chekov found this look more befitting of the man and took pride in being the one to put it there.

He leaned up brushing the tears away with delicate fingers and kissed Sulu's forehead, his nose, and finally his lips.

"Ya tebya lyublyu…" *[6.]

Sulu froze, this instant locked as he tried to think back to anything that might be able to translate what Chekov said, and failed. He looked up heart broken, but the boys smile was soft and sincere. Blonde lashes flickered under the hall light and those grey pools melted any doubt Sulu had, he knew what the boy said. Understood the love that transferred through a different tongue and yet was able to sound just as beautiful; Sulu smiled too. His hands taking the boys face and kissed him.

"Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu…" *[7.]

Chekov chuckled, Sulu still had an accent, but he got the message. They both stared at each other for a second before the boy finally decided to push away and walk towards the room. Sulu watched until the door unlocked and the boy walked inside.

Firstly the room was dark, it was nice and luxurious, but even in the dark one could only see so much. A light in the right corner of the room switched on making the boy flinch in fear. He could see a figure sitting, a man, by the form, but that was all. Then he stood with a soft chuckle, something about the tone made his mind race to remember where he heard it before but pulled a blank as the man came closer. Chekov tried to pull a brave front by moving forward as well.

"Well, how do you want to do this?" The boys' voice quivered unintentionally. He followed the mans every step and placed his hands in his back pockets. There was a small pocket knife in Chekov's left pocket, it wasn't the best knife but it would serve its purpose if he needed it.

"I don't want to do anything…"

Inches away the man stood before Chekov, his arms moved out and the boy flinched moving back with clenched eyes ready to make an attack, but nothing came.

"I was actually wondering if you could help me with something…" This mans voice was so oddly familiar but it was out of place. More mature and slightly deeper, but he definitely had heard that voice before.

"Why? Wh-who are you?" Chekov asked his eyes still clenched tightly and trembling fingers playing with the tiny blade he opened in his pockets.

The man sighed and all Chekov could hear was a shuffle of feet and small click besides him on the left. Grey eyes blinked opened trying to adjust his eyes to the new lighting. His eyes focused and finally he looked around the room to find the man now leaning against the window. He turned around flashing a smile he knew so well. Chekov swallowed dryly rubbing at his eyes to see if they were playing tricks with him but the man chuckled when he looked up.

"I thought you might know him, since you're knew on the catalogue as well…" Chekov eyed him suspiciously.

"Know who? And you still haven't told me who you are." The man ran a hand through his hair; again the act so familiar and Chekov found himself trying to observe every movement.

"Do we have to skip to formalities so quickly? We haven't even said hello yet kid..." The man flashed a smile again; Chekov wasn't sure why it was so infectious and inviting anymore. "I'm looking for James? James T. Kirk?"

Chekov instantly froze and the man noticed.

"N-no, I don't know who that is." He smiled moving away from the window and came to sit on the bad with a familiar seductive smirk.

"I find that hard to believe… He might be going by Jim, I'm sure you know him." Chekov swallowed moving slowly towards the door. The mans eyes following closely on his every step.

"I told you already, I don't know him. What do you want with him anyways? If you really wanted him then why didn't you make an appointment with him?" The man laughed, Chekov's hand on the door knob know struggled to get the lock undone.

"So many questions… Didn't your mother ever teach not to answer a question with another question? Look kid, I couldn't make an appointment with him otherwise I'd scare him off and I'll never be able to find him again…"

"Wh-what dose that mean?" Chekov's interest peaked and he froze for a moment, hand still on the knob as he focused on the man sitting on the bed.

"Jim's my little brother… I'm George, Jimmy's older brother…"

Everything was silent, too silent. Chekov's frozen now took a step away from the door. He was struggling to breathe, his eyes blinked in recognition and he held onto a nearby desk for support. It was George, the little boy that had ran away and left Jim on his own, the little boy everyone thought went missing and believed to be dead. This was insane.

Jim wasn't going to like this…


A/N: And those cliff hangers keep coming! XD

Im so sorry about that guys but i hope you guys like this chapter becuase it actually took forever for me to come with something decent here...writers block is a kill joy... xD