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Oy

"Oy!"

Bryan stops Robert at the sound of their son's exclamation. Exchanging a baffled look they move to the entrance of Kiril's playroom.

Kiril is staring at his toys, face twisted in exasperation as he looks at the wheel on the carpet.

"Got a problem monster?"

Bouncing to his feet at the sound of Bryan's voice Kiril runs to the door. "The tire fell off."

Bryan takes the toy from Kiril and enters the room to pick up the tire.

Robert tugs gently at Kiril's hair as the boy clings to his leg. "Where did you learn to say oy?"

Grinning up at him Kiril leans against his leg. "Gretchen. She says it when I'm in the kitchen with her."

Bryan's snort of laughter catches his attention and Robert glares at his lover. "What?'

Not looking up from his attempt to fix the truck Bryan grins. "Just amused it isn't my fault this time." He flashes a look at his lover. "At least it isn't really anything bad this time."

Fingers stroking Kiril's hair Robert smiles. "A valid point. I suppose we'll let this one slide."

The tire pops back on and Bryan hands it to Kiril as he joins them at the door. "Go easy on it."

Slippers

Bending down Bryan picks up the pair of the slippers up. It's obvious they've been chewed on and he rolls his eyes.

The moment he enters the bedroom Corcoran bounds to his feet and dashes to him.

Robert watches the Great Dane try to knock his lover down. "You would think you've been gone for days."

Bryan gently pushes Cor down and distracts him by shoving one of the slippers at him. Corcoran takes it and drops to the floor to start ripping it apart.

"I hope you weren't attached to the grey slippers."

Robert sighs. "Is it wrong of me to wish he had kept eating Gustav's shoes?'

Crossing the room Bryan leans down to his partner. "Not when Gustav is involved. I'm surprised you left them out."

Fingers brushing at the short hairs on the nape of his lover's neck Robert smiles. "I'd hoped we'd finally managed to break him of his shoe fascination."

Bryan straightens up. "I doubt we'll get that lucky. I'll pick you up a new pair while I'm in town."

"I suggest you get Cor a few more bones too. Perhaps they will be enough to save our shoes and slippers from a terrible fate."

Bryan smiles. "I doubt it, but we can try."

Blister

The blister is in an uncomfortable spot and Bryan hisses as he bumps it again.

Robert looks at his lover. "I don't understand why you don't cover it."

"Because it heals better when it's exposed and I hate what it does to my sense of touch." Bryan looks at the blister that runs up the length of finger.

Shaking his head Robert picks at his scone. "Some days, your need to be macho is idiotic."

Bryan wiggles his fingers at his lover, ignoring the flight flash of pain. "You say the sweetest things.'

"Yes well, I find you only pay attention to certain things. Perhaps next time you'll remember the pan is hot."

Bryan pushes his chair back from the table. "I can't help it that Gretchen's food smells amazing. And I thought the pan had been out of the oven longer."

Robert adds more cream to his coffee and stirs it. "There are days you're more like a child."

"I thought I'd give it a try while I don't have to worry about getting punished for it." Bryan stretches. "I find I don't like it that much."

Robert smiles. "I'm glad. I don't think I could deal with you acting like a child full time."

With a grin Bryan stands. "I'm going to go cover it."

Robert laughs.

Pajamas

Bryan smooths his hand down Robert's back, the sink of his partner's pajamas warm and soft against his skin. "I'm sorry I ever mocked your silk pajamas."

Robert smiles as he scratches at Bryan's scalp. "I told you."

Snorting in amusement at Robert's haughty tone Bryan leans in to nip at the sharp line of his lover's jaw. When he and Robert had first gotten together the silk pajamas had been a bone of contention. At the time he hadn't understood why anyone would pay that much money for something they slept in.

Now however, he understands the fascination, loving the slick slide of silk across Robert's skin. He even own his own pair now, in a muted silver colour.

Bryan slides a hand lower, fingers curling over Robert's hip. "Your all-knowing attitude is sexy."

Robert laughs and leans up to kiss Bryan. "That not the adjective people usually use."

"That's because they're idiots." Bryan edges his lover towards the wall. "As much as I like your pajamas, I really want them off you."

Fingers going to the buttons Robert works them open. "Demanding."

Bryan brushes the fabric aside. "Yes I am.'

Tickets

Shrugging his jacket on Bryan looks at Robert. "Yes, I have the opera tickets." He smiles bemusedly. "One thing I never thought I would say in my life.'

Robert adjusts his tie before pulling his own coat on. "I appreciate you accompanying me. I know opera is not your ideal night out but Carmen is my favourite."

Bryan follows his lover into the courtyard, rounding the hood of the car. "The occasional opera won't kill me, if it gets your grandmother to stop calling me a barbarian."

With a laugh Robert slides into the passenger seat. "It's a term of endearment.'

Bryan glances at his lover as he starts the car. "I'd believe that if she didn't always have the glint in her eyes when she says it."

"She likes you. Perhaps next year we should get season tickets."

Easing onto the road Bryan grins. "Planning on trying to culture me?"

Robert stretches his lefts you. "No. I prefer you rough around the edges. It adds some surprise to our relationship. And I find it exhilarating."

"Just because you said it that way, I'll join you at a few more operas."

Robert smiles. "You bless me with your presence."

Bryan smirks. "Keep your sarcasm up and the tickets are vanishing."

Vigilante

"He's take this vigilante thing too far."

Robert sighs and looks at the glass of brandy in his hand. "I know."

Johnny joins Robert at the bar. "He's already on thin ice and this is just making things worse."

"Bryan is doing good, for our kind. And he's doing it for his family."

Scrubbing a hand through his hair Johnny frowns. "And when the humans get suspicious? He's your mate."

Robert spins and throws the glass against the wall. It shatters and brandy drips down the pain. "You know he hasn't been my mate since his family was killed." He hangs his head. "Our bond is still in place but Bryan is gone."

Johnny touches Robert's shoulder. "You need to try. The humans will track him down and I don't want to lose you because your mate drags you down."

Fingers flexing Robert nods. "I'll speak to Bryan tomorrow. Perhaps I can convince him his vigilante acts will only serve to endanger the rest of us." He straightens his shoulders. "And if not, I will take the appropriate measures to protect us all."

"I hope you can do it Robert. Not just for our kind, but for you and Bryan."

Robert shakes his head. "I fear the call of being a vigilante is stronger than me."

Psychiatrist

Robert watches Bryan as he comes into the office. "How did your visit with the psychiatrist go?"

Bryan flops in the chair across from his lover. "The same as always. He spends a lot of time talking and trying to understand what Biovolt did to me with me spending five minutes talking because he has to hear it again."

"I know you find it tedious but at least you only have to go once a week now." Robert reaches out and curls his fingers around Bryan's wrist.

Closing his eyes Bryan sighs. "True. But I'm better.'

It's taken a lot of sessions with his psychiatrist to get over the emotional problems Biovolt caused and to get him to the point where he and Robert are at a comfortable point in their relationship.

"I don't actually have a session next week since he's out of town. Want to do something fun?"

Robert smiles, fingers stroking over Bryan's pulse. "I can clear the day. I would rather spend the time with you."

Bryan smirks. "I have a feeling a lot of people feel that way." He sighs. "I have to go write about today's session so I stay on his good side. I'll be back."