Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.

A/N: Originally I wasn't going to post this as a chapter, but I felt bad about not updating for awhile, so I decided to put this up, mainly because as thanks for all of you who have read and reviewed this story so far. And as a warning, brief moment of masturbation, but nothing graphic, and he's a healthy teenager, so it was bound to happen.

Huge thanks to everyone who has reviewed and enjoy.

Bryan slowly awoke, acutely aware of the lean, masculine body draped over his left side, the warm regular puff of breath against his neck and the erection pressing against his hip. The nausea from the day before was gone and he shifted, curling one arm around the other teen's shoulder. He settled deeper into the bed and drew the noble closer.

The last time he'd felt so comfortable had been shortly before Tala had left the BBA office. They'd always been more like brothers (despite the one time they'd slept together) and the last night the redhead had been in London they'd slept in the same bed. It had been a tight fit, two teens over six feet tall sharing a tiny bed but it had been reassuring.

He buried his face in Robert's hair, the purple strands soft against his cheek. The scent of cinnamon and sleep clung to the noble, working to simultaneously arouse and relax him. It didn't matter that it was Robert, who probably still disliked him despite everything that had happened between them.

Pressing a kiss to the top of the older teen's head he closed his eyes. He knew it was stupid to develop feelings for Robert, but he'd always wanted what he couldn't have. Now, looking back he knew he'd never had a chance with Kai. Tala had always been in the way, one step ahead of him.

Hours passed and he didn't move content and partially aroused by the feel of Robert against him. As the sunlight finally reached the top of the bed he could pinpoint the exact moment the knight began to wake. The breath against his neck deepened for a moment before lightening and the body against his tensed when Robert realized who he was in bed with.

Robert sat up, trying to suppress the shudder that ran through his body as the Russian's arm slid off his shoulder. The sensation of waking up next to Bryan shouldn't have felt as good as it had. It wasn't right to get such pleasure from a male body, even if it had felt welcoming.

Shaking his head to clear the feeling of Bryan's shoulder under his cheek and the memory of the almost too hot body pressed against his he managed to find his calm. "How do you feel?"

"Better. The nausea is gone but my head still hurts." Bryan didn't move, his hand inches from Robert's thigh.

A blind man would have been able to see the tension in Robert's shoulders and it was pissing him off. Granted, their upbringings were on two completely different sides of the spectrum, but it didn't stop him from hating the way the nobility raised their children to fit into their perfect little niche in society.

Standing Robert ran a hand through his hair. "Don't worry about working today or tomorrow. I'd much rather have you rest then worry about getting things cleaned up." He slipped his boots and vest on before gathering his files. "I'll have Gretchen send food up to your room in about an hour."

Bryan rolled his eyes as the noble walked out of the room. "Fucking nobility and their backward beliefs." Getting out of the bed caused his head to throb and it got worse as he bent down to pick up his boots.

The hallways of the castle were empty, which made for quick travel back to his room. Dropping his boots just inside the door he stripped his shirt off as he padded into the bathroom. He cranked the handle of the shower all the way to the left, wanting as much hot water as humanly possible. As he waited for the water to warm up he managed to locate a bottle of aspirin in the medicine cabinet. Taking four he finished stripping and stepped into the shower, hissing as the nearly scalding water rushed over him.

Despite the heat of the water it did nothing to erase the sensation of Robert pressed against his side and his earlier arousal came back in a rush. With a muffled 'fuck' he curled his fingers around his erection, eyes falling shut as the light touch caused a coil of pleasure to form in the pit of his stomach. Bracing an arm on the still cool tile he widened his stance, thumb flicking over the head.

Unbidden the image of Robert, asleep and practically on top of him, warm and so undeniably masculine blossomed behind his eyes, fanning his arousal. Tracing the head he melted into the memory of the morning, the smell and feel of the noble nearly overwhelming. It was all too easy to imagine that the fingers on his manhood weren't his own, stroking just right. Before it had always been Kai or Tala's hand, strong and sure, but now it was a soft and hesitant and god he was screwed.

He was still wound up from the morning and he was coming three strokes later with a low groan. As the hot water washed away his release he lightly banged his head against the tile, ignoring the flare of painit caused. I am so fucked

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Bryan didn't even bother to look up from the ledger when he heard the office door open, knowing it was just Gretchen bringing him lunch. "Thank you." The sound of the tray being set on the sideboard echoed around the office, followed by shuffling footsteps. With a sharp crack the cook's wooden spoon slammed down on the desk, causing the Russian to jerk in surprise. "What the hell was that for?"

She poked him in the chest with her spoon, dark eyes angry. "What did you do to Master Robert? He's been brooding in his father's office all week."

Glaring at the woman over the top of his glasses Bryan slouched back in the chair. "I didn't do anything to him. He's just overreacting to something that happened earlier this week."

It didn't take a genius to tell that Robert was avoiding him. It had been six days since they'd woken up in bed together and he'd seen the older teen three times since then, which was unusual. Since his third night in the castle they had always eaten at least dinner together except for the nights when Robert was out of the country.

The spoon jabbed his chest again and he had to fight down the urge to rip if from the woman's hand and throw it out the window. The only thing that stopped him was the fact she made almost all the food in the castle and that after the incident with the maid he had promised Robert he would stop tormenting the staff. Except Gustav. The butler was still fair game.

"This is the first time since Lord Jurgen's death Master Robert has been in his office. Being up there isn't good for him. You go talk to him. He relaxes when you are around."

Bryan laughed. "Not anymore, but I'll go talk to him. Where is his father's office?"

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Ignoring the fine layer of dust clinging to the windows Robert stared out over the lands that still belonged to his family, fingering his signet ring. He knew it was juvenile, to be avoiding Bryan, a guest in his home but it was better than the alternative of blushing every time he saw the younger teen. He wanted to forget how right it had felt to wake up against Bryan.

"It's not worth brooding over."

Robert jumped, a warm burning feeling coiling in the pit of his stomach at the sound of Bryan's voice. "I am not brooding."

"That's like me saying I didn't attack Rei." Moving to stand with the older teen at the window Bryan jammed his hands in the pockets of his vest. "No matter how many times I say it no one would believe me, and you can tell me as many times as you want that you aren't brooding, but I doubt you are spending time up here because you're in a good mood."

Lips pressed in a thin line he continued to look out the window, not ready to face his companion. "I simply needed time to think away from everyone. And I would not brood over something as silly as that."

"Bullshit. That excuse may fly with someone who doesn't know you, but it isn't going to work with me. You're avoiding me like I have the plague and when you aren't hiding you act like I'm some kind of monster who stole your innocence." He caught the sudden tension in the older teen's body at his words, knowing it was important, but without context didn't really have any bearing on the current situation.

Turning to face the noble he leaned back against the window frame, knowing Robert wouldn't be able to walk away. "Just because you woke up plastered to my side and hard doesn't mean you're going to suddenly want to dress in rainbows and participate in the next pride parade. It was nothing more than a normal biological reaction and all that crap."

He raked a hand through his hair, watching the older teen. "Can we pretend Saturday morning didn't happen? Right now you're the only person I have a semi normal relationship with and I'd like to keep it that way." He figured it wasn't the best time to mention that semi-normal seemed to include a sudden infatuation, but that was something he didn't necessarily want to think about either so it was safer to not mention it.

Robert nodded. "From this point forward Saturday morning didn't exist."

They both knew the words were just a screen to hide behind so they wouldn't have to actually think about what had happened.