Conversations

Disclaimer: Don\'t own Beyblade...

Author\'s Note:

I did thought of this when helping my brother with his homework... It was rather distracting... ^^;

Thank you for the reveiws on my other stories too... ^_^

Also... I\'m really sorry for my sucky summary writing...

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Conversation

The whole building was dark, the few tables, computers and paperwork scattering shadows along the floor from the moon shining through the skylights. He near glided across it, his hands out, ready to catch anything he might bump into.

He quickly shook his head, his lilac bangs framing his face. He sighed as he stepped into the hallway, quickly moving to the next corner. It was the scientist\'s hallway. He sighed again, jogging down it and turning right, left and right again. He thanked the practice he\'d had with the abbey\'s halls, his games of hide-and-seek as a child proving to be valiable with finding his way around.

He peered around the corner, blowing an annoying bang away from his nose. He could see the door, his destination. He hated it being across the otherside of the abbey; it took too long to get there and it was dangerous; he\'d be in deep trouble if he were caught.

He knocked quietly before turning the handle, flinching visible as it creaked loudly breaking through the heavy silence. He slid through the small gap, quickly closing the wooden door. He heard a chuckle as two arms wrapped around his waist, lips pressing themselves to his neck, \"You\'re amusing when you do that.\"

\"Don\'t start at me.\" He retorted, his eyelids falling a bit, the other boy\'s hands moving to rest comfortably on his hips, pulling him back towards the bed. He dropped into the other boy\'s lap, swiftly kicking off his boots and socks.

\"Don\'t be sulky Bry, that\'s the reason Tala picks on you.\"

The lilac haired teen huffed pouting slightly before he felt cool hands trace the bottom of his spine, his jacket and shirt falling to the floor moments later, \"We don\'t talk much anymore Spence.\"

The blonde hummed, nuzzling into soft lilac strands, pink tongue sliding out to tease Bryan\'s ear, \"We spend less time together,\" He agreed, \"And when we do meet, like tonight,\" His hand slid down the teen\'s chest, sliding over his hardening nipples, quickly releasing the button on Bryan\'s pants, \"We\'re either too tired or too preoccupied to have a meaningful conversation.\"

Bryan arched against Spencer, his lips parting for a gasp and a breatheless moan, Spencer\'s hand sliding under his pants for a second. He tried to clear his head of the pleasurable haze drifting around it, eventually pasteing together a response, \"Let\'s have a conversation.\" He turned in Spencer\'s lap, finally facing him.

His lip curled up as he leaned in pressing his lips to Spencer\'s, lifting the blonde\'s shirt off. As he dropped the clothing, Spencer caught his lips. Their hands roamed, Bryan\'s eventually playing with the hair on the blonde\'s neck. Spencer\'s eventually found Bryan\'s hips, pulling the teen closer as their tongues slid against each other, curling and lapping before their need for air overwhelmed them.

\"What do you want to talk about?\" Spencer breathed out, his lips returning to Bryan\'s for a second, before sliding down the teen\'s neck, kissing, sucking and licking the soft skin.

Bryan breathed deeply, his chest heaving against Spencer\'s. His eyes were closed, skin on fire as he answered, his voice low and husky, \"The World Championships.\" The subject surprised Spencer, making him pause and stare up at Bryan, his eyes questioning, \"You know Kai\'s going to come back, we all do.\" He continued in a quiet voice, his fingers drawing circles around Spencer\'s neck, \"Who do you think Boris will keep here?\"

The blonde hummed, leaning forward to kiss Bryan\'s shoulder lightly, \"It\'s either you or me.\" He said, his hands moving to the lilac haired blader\'s back, rubbing lightly, \"You because Boris has always had a soft spot for you.\" He smirked lightly, \"All because of you and your \'how do you make a snowman?\' question.\" He heard Bryan snicker, continueing to his next reason, \"Me probably because they wouldn\'t need me. Ian would show just how strong we are; he\'s the youngest and weakest looking, it would throw our opponent off. Tala because he\'s our captain, Kai because he\'s got a reputation with the Bladebreakers, having him swap teams would make them think we\'re strong and you because of Falborg\'s cruel streak.\"

Bryan nodded, understanding the blonde\'s reasoning. Spencer was considered the balance of all their advantages, sometimes the opposite of them all. He had a threatening look, but that only warned his opponent of bad things and near always ended with them in defense. He didn\'t hold any form of high rank (he\'d never be chosen as captain and would always be known as a soldier), he was powerful (but he didn\'t have the reputation Kai had) and his bit-beast was as much as a pacifist as his master was.

The lilac haired teen kissed Spencer\'s nose, chuckling at the way it scrunched up because of the light contact. The blonde responded with a kiss of his own, pressing his lips gently to Bryan\'s chin, his hands lifting the blader off him as he crawled up and under the blankets. Bryan quickly followed, the heat from their closeness leaving cold air against his skin.

The shuffled around, moving close to eachother, their arms and legs tangling themselves together. Spencer pecked the younger blader\'s lips, \"Anything else you want to talk about?\" His mouth covered Bryan\'s again, pulling away hesitantly.

The teen sighed lightly, kissing the blonde\'s collar bone, \"Have you noticed how Tala\'s been acting? He\'s getting nervous.\" He smirked maliciously at the image of Tala\'s shivering form sitting on a table in the middle of an empty grey room, a picture of Kai popping up out of nowhere every few minutes, making the red-head jump.

\"You\'re impossible.\" Spencer\'s head shook slightly, his eyes resting on Bryan\'s amused ones.

\"What? It\'s not my fault Tal has a crush.\"

\"It\'s none of your business either.\" Spencer retorted.

Bryan\'s smirk relaxed, morphing into a smile, \"Fine I won\'t talk to you about it.\" he \'hmphed\' lightly turning so he was facing the same way as Spencer, his back facing the blonde.

The blonde rose to his elbows, turning and kissing Bryan passionately, hoping to awaken the feelings they\'d had when the other teen had first walked into the room.

It worked, the lilac haired blader\'s hands sliding up the blonde\'s chest, wrapping around his neck. His hips thrust up, grinding into the elder\'s, making them both groan.

Bryan pulled away, \"I\'m tired, we can continue this tomorrow night.\" He smirked cruelly as he noticed Spencer\'s \'what-the-hell?\' look. He pecked the blonde\'s lips, \"Goodnight.\" Then rolled over, his eyes closing, his breathing relaxing.

Spencer sighed, rolling onto his side and gathering Bryan into his arms, the teen\'s back against his chest. He hated it when Bryan toyed with him. He smirked, he\'d just have to play back.

His hand slipped down the teen\'s arm from his shoulder, continuing down his side, resting on his hip, thumb lightly carressing the skin. He heard a sigh, making him smirk as he placed soft kisses on the teen\'s shoulder, his hand moving to rub the teens abdomen.

Bryan sighed again, unconsciously moving against the hand. He gasped as he felt fingers slide under his waist band, rubbing his thigh. He moaned, unsatisified as the hand was removed, feeling it draw down the zipper on his pants. He resisted the urge to move his own hand and tear off his pants, the slow speed driving him crazy.

\"Not nice is it?\" Spencer whispered, tongue slipping our to lick at Bryan\'s neck and shoulder. He heard a raspy moan, the slight shaking of Bryan\'s head making him smirk.

He slid his other arm under Bryan\'s head, effectively drawing him closer, grinding his arousal into the teen\'s lower back.

The action made Bryan gasp, a small cry leaving his throat as Spencer\'s hand pulled his pants down. He moaned, his eyes still clasped shut, feeling Spencer stroke him through his boxers, his back pressed to the blonde\'s chest. The hand left, soon feeling it brush his bum as Spencer pulled his own pants and boxers down and off, moving to chuck them over the side of the bed, yanking Bryan\'s down, kicking them off for the other teen.

\"Do you have to be so rough?\" Bryan bit out, his eyes open and glaring over his shoulder at the blonde.

Spencer kissed him lightly, \"You\'re the one being mean to me, so... I\'m allowed to be slightly less careful of your clothes.\" The blonde smirked as Bryan shook his head; it was his reason when he was rough with Spencer.

\"Whatever.\" The cold remark was cut short as Spencer\'s fingers drifted slowly down his side, sliding across his bum, lightly tracing the crevice. Bryan moaned, thrusting back against the fingers, arching against Spencer. He whimpered quietly as the fingers slid back over his hip, moving torturously slow. He moaned as the hand encircled him, squeezing lightly before moving from the base to the top of his erection.

Spencer smirked, kissing Bryan\'s shoulder lovingly, his hand still stroking. He growled as Bryan thrust into his hand, the movement causing his arousal to brush Bryan\'s bum. He shifted slightly, searching under the pillow with his unoccupied hand, drawing out a small bottle. He rolled over, opening the bottle and pouring some of the slippery contents into his hand. He rubbed it on his arousal, hissing quietly at the cold substance, head falling back into the pillow.

He felt another hand join his, looking up to find Bryan smirking down at him. The lilac haired teen squeezed, delight washing over him at Spencer small cry. He moved to straddle him, moaning as Spencer\'s erection prodded his entrance, slowly slipping inside.

They kissed as Bryan lowered himself onto the blonde, Spencer lifting his hips slowly. Bryan let out a shaky breath, gasping for breath when Spencer\'s erection was buried deep inside him. He took a moment to get used to the feeling, Spencer\'s lips rising to meet his.

Spencer let his hips fall again, slowly re-entering Bryan, the younger teen\'s shallow breathing blowing against his neck. He groaned his lover\'s tight confines teasing the little control he still had. His thrusting continued, speed increasing very slowly. His hands rested on the teen\'s hips, raising and lowering them to his thrusts.

Bryan cried out, his eyes clasped shut tight, the pleasure prickling all over his warm skin making him shudder. He rested against Spencer\'s chest, the older teen sitting up allowing Bryan to rest in his lap and coil his legs around the blonde\'s waist. He shivered feeling Spencer\'s hand slide between their bodies and stroke the falcon\'s erection.

They kissed, tongues playing together, Spencer\'s running down Bryan\'s neck. The blonde gasped, his breathes shallow and shaky, Bryan had started thrusting onto him.

Bryan arched, the pleasure burning him. Everywhere Spencer touched ignited another wave of nice feelings, each edging him closer to his height of pleasure. His arms drew him up close to the blonde, making it easier for him to thrust down. He near choked on the air as Spencer thrusted harshly, obviouosly sick of their agonising pace.

They both sped up, hips grinding together frantically, no longer the slow steady thrusts they\'d started with.

\"Spencer...\" Bryan gasped out, his face flushed from pleasure and heat. Spencer understood, he could feel his pleasure coming too.

Bryan let out a cry, his flushed face contorted in rapture as the pleasure burst through him, Spencer\'s still hard, quick thrusts leaving and entering him. He felt the blonde\'s seed in him as they both calmed down, their shuddering forms relaxed against each other.

Spencer pulled away, kissing his falcon sweetly on his lips, his eyes washing over Bryan\'s exhausted state. He quickly removed himself from Bryan, settling the younger teen comfortably on the bed. He quickly rose, striding into the small bathroom, emerging with a warm, damp rag.

Bryan watched as the blonde wiped him down, smiling tiredly up at the blonde. He sat up, drawing Spencer close and kissing him, his tongue sliding out to play in Spencer\'s mouth. The blonde wiped himself down quickly after he\'d managed to wiggle out of Bryan\'s grasp, throwing the rag back into the bathroom.

He made himself comfortable, \"We\'ll need to have a few more conversations.\" He commented.

\"Yeah...\" Bryan sighed, eyes falling shut tiredly.

Spencer unplugged the light, effectively darkening the room before sighing and drifting asleep. His breathing falling in line with Bryan\'s.

o0o0o

Spencer stared as Boris told them.

He\'d be competing.

He knew why it was such a surprise: it seemed smarter to send Bryan.

\"If anyone has any questions ask Tala, I\'ve explained the entire thing to him.\" The red head kept staring, his teammates\' eyes flickering over to him. \"We\'ll be leaving in two hours, be ready.\" The boys nodded raising their hands to the sky.

Boris smirked, closing the door soundly behind him.

Bryan was the first to speak, \"Why?\"

\"What?\" Tala snapped.

\"You know I have a better chance at victory. Spencer\'s just going to alert our opponents.\" the falcon\'s eyes met Spencer\'s in a silent apology.

Tala sighed, \"That\'s why Spencer\'s our sub. At least then... We wouldn\'t fight over who would fight.\"

Bryan growled, \"So I\'m just being left behind?!\" He didn\'t know why he felt insulted, Spencer was near always chosen over him. It was Boris\' soft spot for him coming into everything. But even Boris knew how stupid it was to send Spencer.

\"You\'re taking this the wrong way.\"

\"I am not! You of all people should be able to see what I\'m talking about captain.\" The teen felt a hand on his shoulder, easily turning him. Bryan turned glaring up into the eyes of his lover, \"Don\'t start at me Spence.\"

The burly blonde smiled, \"Told you so.\" The remark made the other three occupants of the room blink, Spencer\'s next action shocking them all.

Bryan melted into the kiss, his arms clinging to Spencer\'s torso, clasping at his shirt.

Ian snickered as he watched Tala fidget embarassedly, a light blush tinting both of their cheeks; they never did this in front of them.

Spencer and Bryan were panting when they pulled away, their arms still wrapped around each other, \"Don\'t get angry at Tala, it was Boris that made the decision, not him.\" Bryan growled softly, pouting a bit. Spencer planted a small peck on the protruding lip.

\"Can you two sorta... you know stop?\"

They both chuckled when they noticed Ian and Tala\'s shaken states, Bryan\'s hands dropping to his sides. Ian shook his head muttering something about, \"I hope I\'m not like that when I find someone.\" Wandering off to pack his stuff. Tala followed straight after.

A kiss and hug later Spencer left too, leaving Bryan alone to walk aimlessly to his room.

Why did Boris pick Spencer over him?