Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.

A/N: Each chapter is going to be a collection of short stories, all featuring Bryan and Robert as the main pairing. They'll vary from AU, to cannon and everything else. I'll tag each story for anything that might offend. With luck it'll get updated once a week, probably on Sunday.

I hope everyone enjoys.

Cannoli

Robert watches as Bryan sets the box on his desk. "You know you only bring me cannoli when you've done something you don't think I'll approve of."

Smirking Bryan settles in the chair across from his lover. "I see no reason to break tradition."

Shaking his head Robert opens the box and removes one of the pastries. It's drizzled with chocolate and the whipped cream is a perfect spiral. He offers the box, knowing Bryan will refuse. His lover isn't much for sweets. "Who did you piss off this time?

"One of the investors from Italy. He doesn't own much so I'm not worried."

With a nod Robert licks chocolate off his thumb. "I know who you're talking about and the thought of him not being involved doesn't bother me at all." Robert takes a bite of the cannoli and just barely avoids making an embarrassing sound.

Bryan leans back in his chair. "I should bring those home more often."

Finger pointing at his lover Robert shakes his head. "You will not. I don't need that many cannoli."

Smirk widening Bryan winks at him. "Guess I'll just have to see if I can get you to make that sound when cannoli isn't involved."

"You will not."

Bryan's smirk turns into a leer. "I will. And you know I can do it.

Onion

"I smell onion."

Smiling Bryan sheds his jacket and crosses the sitting room to where his lover is sitting in the chair near the fire. He takes one of Robert's hands and sets the bag in the older man's hand. "I remembered it was onion bread today."

Robert smiles as he opens the bag. The bread is still warm against his fingers and he takes it out. He breaks it in half, the smell becoming more pungent and it sends a pang of nostalgia through him. He can still see the bread in his mind, the onion on the top but now all he has is smell and the memory. "Do you want some?"

"Sure."

Bryan's fingers brush over his as he takes the bread and it sends a spiral of heat through him. He'll never be able to explain to Bryan how much it means to him, that he remembers these little things.

Fingers touch his cheek and he fights the urge to jerk away.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you." The words are followed by a kiss and Robert drops the onion bread, reaching for his lover's shirt.

Bryan is his all now and he loves him, and that he remembers how much he enjoys the onion bread from a bakery he'll never see again. He leans into his lover, arm sliding around broad shoulders.

Mimp

Boots on the corner of the desk Bryan leans back in his chair and watches his lover pace.

"That woman would drive a saint crazy. Not only does she know nothing, she speaks with the mimp. It makes her look unpleasant."

Bryan doesn't speak. He knows there are times Robert wants to talk without input and he has no problem with it. His lover has returned the favour many times.

Robert pinches the bridge of his nose and stops by the desk, free hand resting on Bryan's leg.

"She looks like she sucks on lemons." Bryan smirks at the startled look on Robert's face. "Don't give me that. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

A smile tugs at the corners of Robert's mouth. "Yes, I do, but I was trying to be polite."

Smirking Bryan stretches. "Luckily, I don't have that problem. I can be as nasty as I want."

Robert sits on the desk next to his lover's feet. "Something I've come to value. It makes it so much easier to deal with my compatriots, remembering what you've said about them."

Bryan touches Robert's knee. "Just try not to laugh the next time you have to listen to her prissy voice. Or think about lemons. I doubt she'd appreciate you laughing."

"Probably not."

Nosferatu

"You knew it was going to come to this hunter."

Robert nods but doesn't otherwise move as the Nosferatu moves closer. His family has been hunting this particular one for generations and he's finally caught him but he has no idea how it's going to end.

Bryan moves in closer. "I know the Jurgens have been obsessed with me, but yours is something else, isn't it Robert." He touches Robert's cheek. "I won't judge you."

Robert shifts his stance. "It is not. I live to destroy your kind."

Bryan laughs, the low sound rolling through the room. "Deny it all you want, but I can taste it on your, feel your pulse calling to me."

Shaking off his stupor Robert twists, ducking away from Bryan, hand going to the knife at his side. "No."

Bryan smirks and steps back. "Deny it all you want Jurgen, but we both know it's true. I'll be back Robert, when you can finally admit what you want."

Robert leans back against the wall as the Nosferatu fades away. He has to stay strong. He won't give in, not when his family has worked so hard to try and end Bryan.

Finale

Robert shrugs his coat on and begins doing up the buttons. "That finale was lackluster. I expected better after the rest of the concert."

Tugging at the knot of his tie Bryan picks his coat up form the back of the chair. "Even I could tell and I haven't made a study of music like you."

Hand resting on the small of his lover's back Bryan pushes Robert towards the balcony entrance. "Going to write a letter to the director?"

Moving the curtain aside Robert waits for his lover to join him. "I'd be offended by your tone of voice if I didn't know you better."

Bryan crowds close to the older man as they join the throng of people. "I keep trying to work on that."

"Yes, I am going to write the director. An outstanding concert deserves a better finale."

Snow is falling and Bryan edges closer as they start towards the car. "You weren't the only one who was unsatisfied. The people in the box next to us were less than thrilled."

Robert tucks his hands into the pockets of his coat. "She is a phenomenal cellist. She had every reason to dislike it."

Smiling Bryan touches the back of Robert's neck. I'll get the good stationary out when we get home."

Paramour

"I see you finally brought your paramour out so everyone can gawk."

Robert tightens his fingers around the stem of his champagne flute as he turns. "Jana, pleasant as always."

The woman sneers. "You shouldn't be surprised Robert. No one is going to treat you like they used to, now that we all know you sleep with a man."

"Actually Jana, everyone has been surprisingly welcoming. You seem to be the one whose homophobia is running rampant."

Smirking as the woman jumps Bryan moves around her to stand with his lover. "You should close your mouth. It isn't a very attractive look."

Jana snaps her mouth shut and glares at Bryan. "Flaunting your lifestyle. It's disgusting."

Bryan's smirk takes on a dark edge. "You have no idea what disgusting is. And I take offense at being called a paramour. You're the only one who finds our relationship scandalous."

Robert rolls his eyes and smiles. "Bryan, stop teasing the wildlife. It isn't polite to make fun of those who don't have the mental capacity to defend themselves."

Bryan touches his lover's shoulder. "You take all the fun out of it. And if you missed it, he called you stupid."

Jana's mouth opens and closes and she doesn't manage to say anything before the two men disappear in the crowd.

Struggle

Robert twists his wrists against the ropes binding him.

"No matter how much you struggle your bonds aren't going to loosen. I know what I'm doing."

Leaning back against the wall Robert stops trying to get free. He has no reason to doubt Bryan's words. The other man is leaning against the wall, arms folded across his broad chest, legs crossed at the ankle, a smirk pulling at his mouth.

"How much are they paying you?"

Bryan shifts. "Enough to make it worthwhile."

Flexing his fingers Robert straightens his shoulders. "I'll pay you more. And give you a permanent job."

"I expected more negotiation." Bryan pushes off the wall and moves to crouch in front of Robert. "You must be desperate."

Robert squarely meets pale eyes. "Hardly. I wasn't scared of you then and am not now. I just know what I want, and how to get it."

Smirking Bryan removes a knife from his boot and gestures for the other man to move. "That you do Jurgen." He easily cuts through the rope binding Robert's hands. "We need to go before they come to pick you up."

Robert gets to his feet. "The first thing you have to do is get me out and then we'll negotiate the terms of your contract."

Bryan steps closer. "I have some I want to add."