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Centrepiece	By : Clarrisani Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 15619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter
7

And
then comes the morning after...

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As
the sun peeked around the edges of the curtain Ray awoke, realising that for
once he did not feel sick. Rather, he felt somewhat cleansed, content, and� pleased?
Finding that he was still curled up against Bryan, he closed his eyes again,
pressing himself closer to the warmth of the other.

�There�s
more to a relationship than sex you know.�

Ray
stiffened, eyes shooting open. �What?�

�You
heard.� Lavender eyes slitted open, taking in the younger. �Relationships
are also about commitment, loyalty, trust and all that other crap.�

Ray
shuddered, biting his lip. �They say they love me.�

�Oh?�
Bryan�s eyes narrowed. �And exactly when do they say this?�

�Right
after we have sex.�

�I
see.� Bryan�s gaze hardened. �They�ve got you wrapped around their
little finger, don�t they?�

Ray
frowned. �Excuse me?�

�Words
muttered in the aftermath of the moment are pointless. Words spoken in everyday
situations, such as at dinner or while you�re out doing the groceries, mean
everything. They�re tying you down, Ray.�

Ray
sighed dejectedly, staring at a spot on the wall. �How long have you known?�

�Bout
a month.� Bryan reached out, running his fingers through Ray�s hair,
studying its texture. �They�re just playing a game. That�s all it is to
them. For them it has no impact as they cannot sustain the emotional
repercussions. You, on the otherhand��

Ray
shuddered, golden eyes looking up to meet the lavender orbs of the other. �Why
are you telling me this?�

�I
grew up knowing what it was like to be trapped in a world with no escape. I
don�t like seeing anyone, given the circumstances, in a similar situation.�

�I
thought you didn�t care.�

�I
don�t.�

�Doesn�t
sound that way to me.� Ray reached up and let his fingertips lightly trace the
contours of Bryan�s face, a face that was not accustomed to smiling or showing
of any emotion at all. �Don�t think I haven�t noticed you watching me.
Tala�s seen it too, considering what he said last night after dinner.�

�So
what if I have been?� Bryan scowled. �Ain�t no law against it.�

�No,
there�s not, but I am curious as to what is going on.�

�There
ain�t nothing going on, kid.� He shrugged, rolling onto his back and closing
his eyes. �Just making sure you�re not gonna pass out on us, that�s
all.�

�Mm-hm.�
Ray frowned thoughtfully, sliding closer to Bryan. �You never did like what was going on between me, Tala and Kai, did you?�

�None
of my business.�

Ray
tilted his head slightly, and Bryan had to admit to himself that it looked cute.
�You know, I always thought you were the kind to enjoy a relationship like
that. I mean, you wouldn�t be able
to suffer emotionally, right? You have
no emotion.�

Bryan
slitted his eyes open to look at him. �Don�t mean I couldn�t suffer.
Relationships like that are pointless. I see no use for them. They�re sex,
sex, and more sex. That�s all they are.�

�There�s
more to it than that-�

�Oh
yeah? Like what?�

Ray
opened his mouth to answer, then stopped, scouring his mind. Was it possible�
that Bryan was right? Of late that was the only thing on their minds: sex. Even
the whispered conversations were made up of who was going to be underneath next
time they got the chance... which seemed like every minute of the day.

�You
cannot answer, can you Raymond?� Bryan�s eyes softened slightly. �Perhaps
in the beginning there was more, but I doubt there is now. And that�s why
you�re getting sick: the emotional toll is catching up on you. You�re
falling apart, Kitten.�

Ray
sighed, slumping against the pillows. �I can�t leave them.�

�And
why not?�

�Because
I can�t.� Ray closed his eyes, letting out a long breath. �Kai and Tala
are not ones to take no as an answer. Surely you know that.�

�I
do. I did grow up with them, after all.� Bryan reached out and slid an arm
around Ray�s shoulders. �At the moment you�ve worn down to the point
everything seems hopeless. You�ve got to find a way to build yourself up
again.� He paused. �That or we go to the hardware store and get a lock for
your door.�

�Oh
I�m sure the landlord would love
that. Safety regulations, remember?�

�How
about the good old fashioned method of a chair under the doorknob?�

�Tried
it. They found a way around it.� Ray sighed, shaking his head. �There�s no
escape.�

�There�s
always an escape. It�s simply a
matter of finding it.� Bryan pushed himself up, running a hand through his
hair as he glanced at the clock. �Breakfast is a good thing right now. What do
you say?�

�Yeah.�
Ray began searching for his clothes. �Um, Bryan��

�Yeah?�

�About
last night��

Bryan
looked at him. �What about it?�

�Eh��
Ray averted his eyes. �I�m sorry��

�Sorry
for what?� Bryan shrugged. �Look, we can�t say it didn�t happen, but we
had better keep it from Tal and Kai, as they will have us hung, drawn and
quartered. And I recommend that we don�t do it again.�

�Yeah.�
Ray shivered. �Just that I was lonely and I needed company and-�

�Ray.�

He
looked up. �Yeah?�

�All
I said was we shouldn�t �do it� again. I didn�t say we couldn�t sleep
together.�

Ray
had to smile. �Well, now you put it that way��

�Hn.�
Bryan reached down and plucked up the shirt, tossing it toward Ray. �You go
have your shower. I�ll take care of breakfast. God knows what time those
losers will be home, but I�m guessin� it will be late.�

�Yeah.�
Pulling on his shirt Ray padded toward the door, pausing and looking back over
his shoulder. �Bryan?�

�Hm?�

�Thanks.�

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The
longest conversation they've ever had. *^_^*
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