Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Revelations ❯ Allure ( Chapter 1 )

The plane ride back from Australia had been tiring. Tyson lay sprawled on his hotel bed staring at the ceiling.
'Why me?' he thought to himself morosely. 'Why does Max have to be in love with the same person I am? He's my best friend!'
Sighing the 20 year old brushed blue bangs off his face. “Tyson!!” the imperious voice of his teammate and friend Hillary cut through his musing. The brunette stalked through the room’s door.
“What?!” he snapped irritable.
“The party is in 10 minutes. Why are you NOT READY?” she said with increasing volume.
“Because I'm not going.” he replied grumpily rolling onto his side, turning his back on the brunette.
A snarl answered him and he yelped as a foot pushed him off the bed.
“What did you do that for?” he snapped as he climbed to his feet glaring at his friend.
“Because I am not going to let you lie there and wallow is self pity. You need to make an appearance.” she replied airily.
“I don't need to do anything! I didn't want to come back here in the first place.” he growled.
“Oh quit being such a baby Tyson!” Hillary snapped.
“Just get out Hillary! I'm not going and that’s final!” he yelled eyes blazing.
“You will be going. I don’t care if I have to drag you kicking and screaming. Get dressed. I will be back in 5 minutes. If you’re not ready I will dress you myself.” Hillary informed him with a smirk before walking out the door and slamming it shut behind her.
Cursing under his breath Tyson stormed over to his suitcase picked it up and threw it on the bed. He rummaged through pulling out his favourite pair of dark blue jeans and a rumpled light blue shirt and a white tee.
Grumbling to himself he yanked on his new tee and jeans, balling up his old clothes and throwing them childishly at the door. He pulled on his shirt doing up the buttons as he walked towards the chest of drawers.
Scowling he opened the small bag on top pulling out his brush and per functionally ran it through his hair. He studied himself in the mirror.
Chocolate brown eyes stared back. Deep bags hung heavily under his eyes. His skin was heavily tanned from spending days in the harsh desert sun. His full lips were turned down in a pout. Sighing he dumped the brush on the drawers and turned around and slid down the chest of drawers.
After his final exams the burnout teen had taken a six month sojourn to Australia to join his brother and father on an archaeological dig. He'd been thoroughly enjoying himself. Until his friends had arrive and dragged him back to Baycity for the stupid reunion.
“Oh for the love of ...” a hand grabbed his arm and hauled him to his feet. Despite her diminutive height Hillary was strong. Freakishly strong he mused to himself.
“OUT!” she snapped pointing to the door, glaring back he yelped as she shoved him towards the exit. Muttering he slouched out.
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“Hey Ray. How are you coping?” the dark gold eyes of Lee's wife Miah looked back at him with concern. Her long black hair was pulled back helping to accentuate her pretty face. She was small in stature but big in heart. Always concerned for others.
“Fine.” he nodded peeling his lips back in an imitation of a smile.
“No you’re not.” she replied knowingly. “If you need a friend to talk to I'm more than willing to listen.” With a quick smile she squeezed his arm and walked back inside to join Mariah.
“Ray!” Lee slung an arm around his shoulder.
“Lee. Kian.” Ray nodded an acknowledgement eyes scanning the room from the safety of the outside balcony.
“You’re not the only one in a foul mood.” Lee said with amusement. “Your ex team mate Tyson is doing a pretty good impersonation of a thundercloud.”
“Tyson?” Ray said with surprise.
“Everyone's pretty worried about him.” Lee replied. “Just like they are worried about you skulking out here.”
“It's too confining. The smells and sounds are a bit overwhelming.” Ray admitted leaning back against the balcony’s railings.
“Ahhh.” Lee said. 3 pairs of golden eyes studied the room.
“May I suggest that we make our excuses and leave then? Mariah’s is getting tired and I want her to rest as much as possible.” the soft musical voice of Kian broke through the silence.
“Good idea. I'm pretty wiped myself.” Lee said with a friendly smile. Ray followed the other two inside wincing as sound and smell hit his over heightened senses. An alluring smell tickled his nose. Surprised he began to follow it before he was pulled up short by Kian.
“Ray?” his rival's voice asked questioningly. Ray bared his teeth golden eyes blazing. Kiah released his arm raising them defensively.
With a victorious smirk Ray walked off after the scent failing to notice his concerned friends following him discreetly.
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Tyson stalked out of the ball room fuming. 'I wish I had stayed with Dad and Hiro. At least I wouldn't have had to see them making kissy faces at each other.' He scowled at the lift doors as he waited for them to open and take him back to the comfort of his room. He pushed the button again impatiently as he noticed Max, Kenny and Hillary walking out of the room looking for him.
With a loud bing the doors opened. Quickly he walked into the safety of the lift and smirked as he closed the doors on them. He failed to see Ray brush past his worried friends with the White Tigers in hot pursuit.
Sighing he rolled his neck back and forth grunting with satisfaction at the clicks. The lift binged as it opened on his floor. With a smile he opened the door to his room.
'Finally' he thought.
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Ray had followed the scent. Gathering his courage he knocked on the door it had led him to. A clatter and a curse peaked his curiosity. The door swung open. He gazed in surprise at the angry young man before him. Chocolate brown eyes glared at him, blue bangs fell into his face.
“Tyson?” Ray said with surprise.
“What?” Tyson snapped irritably brushing the offending blue locks away.
Ray stared hopelessly at the younger man, the scent overpowering him.
“Are you just going to stand there all night or are you going to come in?” the irritation in Tyson's voice cut through Ray’s hesitation.
Ray walked into the room taking in the muted greens and blues. He sat gingerly in the chair Tyson indicated.
“Tea, coffee or something a little stronger?” Tyson asked curtly arms folded across his chest.
“Something a little stronger?” Ray asked studying the man before him. Tyson's skin was now a fine golden brown, a tan that any girl would envy. This was only emphasised by his light blue shirt. Muscles rippled underneath. A round firm arse was shown off by the form hugging jeans that the bluenette was wearing as he bent over to look in the fridge for the promised alcohol.
Heat flooded Ray's face as he realised his sudden attraction to his old friend and teammate. An overpowering hunger ran through him. Pushing himself up out of the chair he predatorily stalked over to Tyson.
Tyson straightened and turned around. Surprise overtook the resentment he was feeling at the intrusion as Ray crowded closer.
“Wow. You must be really thirsty.” Tyson said with a smirk handing Ray a small bottle of Jack's. Quickly he opened the bottle of vodka and took a swig, gasping as it burned its way down his throat. Closing his eyes blissfully he took another swig.
Ray quickly sculled the bottle of Jack's eyes water slightly. Tossing it aside he pinned Tyson against the wall mouth descending on the bluenettes.
Tyson's eyes and mouth few open in surprise. He stiffened as Ray's tongue entered his mouth and an arm snaked around his waist pulling Tyson closer.
“TYSON!” the irate voice of Hillary intervened. And angry Ray and a shocked Tyson pulled away startled by the pounding on the door.
“I will see you tomorrow.” Ray whispered tongue snaking out and flicking Tyson's ear. Pushing himself away he stalked towards the door scowling at the impatient brunette as he walked past leaving behind a shell shocked Tyson.
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A/N. Well what did you think? Please review. Next Chapter should be up pretty soon this time.
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