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He blinks again and groans. He has been kidnapped… again!
He rolls over on to his back and slowly sits up. He stretches his arms over his head and scoots over to the edge of the bed, gingerly placing his feet on the floor. He stands up, his hand scratching the back of his neck.
The first thing he notices is that the air is slightly cold. He walks over to a window and glances outside. Instead of seeing a large blue, endless ocean like he had expected, he sees nothing but white. He has been to a place where it was snowing.
Russia, perhaps?
Soft white snow blanketed the entire area as a small heard of deer bounds their way across the newly fallen snow. The area is truly beautiful, everything was still and silent. The air fresh and crisp.
Robert turns around when the door to his room opens and the same blond walks in, his expression serious.
Robert swallows. "Why have you kidnapped me this time?" He asks.
"I think you know why," Spencer replies firmly, yet with a hint of some kind of concern.
"I have to go back," Robert says as he turns his back on the Russian.
"We're not afraid of them, you know?"
"Of who?" Robert immediately stiffens. He couldn't possibly be talking about…
"Your parents, the entire Jurgen race," Spencer tells him.
Silence fills the room as Robert tries his best to comprehend what Spencer had just said. "So now what?" He asks, finally.
"I think it's time to tell your family what you really feel," Spencer replies as he takes a step closer to the unusually fragile German. "I don't care how rich or powerful they are, you are their only son and if they have any family honor they will do whatever it takes to keep their only heir happy."
"You would think so, wouldn't you?" Robert murmurs as he gingerly wraps arms around himself and turns away.
"If your father is so concern about his family affairs with the upper-class, let him fill out all those documents and files."
"You make it sound so easy," Robert whispers, closing his eyes.
"It's not, I know," Spencer whispers softly in reply.
Slowly, Robert turns around to glance at his companion. He sighs, drops his arms and begin to walk pass him. "Nothing is ever easy," he whispers. Suddenly Spencer's arm shoots out to snare the German's wrist, halting him in his tracks. "What?" Robert asks.
Spencer jerks Robert towards him, crushing the shorter teen into his chest. He wounds one arm around the German's waist as the other moves up his back, resting on the opposite shoulder blade.
Startled, Robert opens his mouth to question the tall blond but the words disappear when Spencer leans down and crushes their lips together. He felt Spencer tighten his arms around him, immobilizing him, his hand on his shoulder blade venturing up to rest on his shoulder, pulling him deeper into the kiss and closer to his body. His legs went out from under him as he sunk against Spencer's tall, hard frame. His eyes slip close as he surrenders himself to the Russian, loosing himself in the kiss, all thoughts and pervious worries all but gone. Spencer's lips move hungrily against his, his tongue exploring the warm interior beyond the row of perfect white teeth. Robert moans and slowly begins to move his own tongue shyly over Spencer's.
The long, drawn out passionate kiss is reluctantly broken when the need for air grew too great. They both pull their lips away, with Spencer keeping his arms firmly around Robert, his eyes boring into his.
"You deserve happiness," Spencer tells him softly.
Robert licks his lips nervously and swallows. "But what if I can't do it yet?"
"I'll wait for as long as it takes."
… … … … …
Johnny yawns as he stretches his long legs out in front of him, his arms over his head. He scratches the back of his stiff neck as he glances around the cabin of Kai's private jet. Currently he and Kai are on their way to Russia, to one of Kai's many estates he is now the owner of. And Ultimately to where his captain and friend is currently being held.
He smirks to himself. It's a shame he won't be there when Robert wakes up. The look on his face when he realizes that he has been kidnapped yet again should be priceless.
Although, the chloroform was a bit much, but Kai insisted that it wasn't his idea. Nor was it Spencer's. For some reason the name Bryan pops into his head.
Wonder why…?
He smothers another yawn as he glances over to his companion on this trip. Kai is sitting in the seat next to him, his elbow leaning against the arm rest of his chair, gazing moodily out the small jet window.
Johnny frowns. He has been awfully quiet since stepping foot on the jet. Sure, he has always been on the quiet side of things, but the heavy silence is really starting to get to him.
"What's wrong?" Johnny asks, more than happy to break the brooding mood. "You seem awfully quiet."
"I'm just thinking," Kai replies to his question sounding tired, almost miserable.
Johnny rolls his eyes towards the roof of the jet. "I gathered that. What are you thinking about?"
Kai remains silent for a moment, then he slowly removes his eyes from the window to look down at his lap. "Today, while I was telling Mr. Jurgen off, do you…? Do you think I was like Voltaire?"
Before he had a chance to stop himself, Johnny snorts loudly, almost comically. "Are you serious?"
"…but I threaten to crush him…" Kai says slowly, keeping his gaze downward.
Johnny frowns and leans forward in his seat, moving so he almost getting into Kai's face, who snaps his head up in surprise. "Ok, One: He's a stand over merchant. Two: You did it for Robert, who is suffering from exhaustion. Three: While you were putting him in his place, you made suggestions to make things right. I can see nothing relating to Voltaire, here.
Kai blinks. "You think so?"
Johnny nods slowly. "Yes." his frown deepens as he leans back slightly. "What brought this on all of a sudden?"
"It just reminded me of something."
"Robert's situation?" Johnny asks after a moment.
Kai lowers his eyes again. "…yeah."
Johnny blinks once and then twice. For as long as he has known Kai, he always seemed to be this feisty little pain in the ass who has absolutely no respect for those who abuse their authority. And yet, now, he seems…unsure? Timid?
"…Oh, I see. You're feeling guilty. You have this absurd notion that you could have prevented this."
Kai snaps his head up, defiance in his eyes. "It's not absurd. I've known him for three years!"
"And I've known him for longer!" Johnny snaps in reply. "Back then neither you nor I could have done anything to help."
Kai stares as him angrily for a moment, then he sighs wearily and rubs his forehead. He stands up from his seat and begins walking towards the private bedroom. "…still, it's just, seeing what Robert is going through…I promised that I would never let anyone else go through what I did."
"You're not a miracle worker, Kai." Johnny says as he too climbs to his feet and follows the slender teen. "You can't help everyone. Look at you. You're such a hypocrite. I mean, come on! You're over working yourself to try to prevent others from over working themselves. It doesn't work that way."
"So, I'm just wasting my time, then?" Kai asks, spinning around on his heel and snarl angrily at the redhead.
Johnny rolls his eyes upwards, almost throwing his arms into the air exasperated. "I'm not saying that. Jeez, don't put words in my mouth. All I'm saying is that, you can't help anyone unless you take time out to occasionally look after yourself."
Kai sighs again. Even though he would never admit it out loud, the Scot does have a point. "…I've never been any good at taking care of myself, I guess."
Johnny watches with a frown as Kai walks over to the double bed and slumps down on the edge. He looks so tired. Weary even. It must be due to all the stress of organizing the abduction. Or maybe, the stress of all the memories of what he had to go through for years.
Ever since this whole ordeal started to the two of them have often been paired off. And surprisingly enough neither of the two minded very much. It's like they've gotten used to the other's presence.
Johnny suddenly finds himself wanting to take care of Kai.
"…Then you need someone here to make sure that you do," Johnny whispers as he kneels in front of Kai, forcing him to look into his eyes.
Kai looks at him in almost disbelief. "Are you saying that there is actually someone out there who would like to be with me?"
"I'm sure they're closer then you realize."
Kai blinks slowly. "Oh…" It suddenly dawns on him as to what Johnny is implying. He almost reels back in surprise. "What?"
And Johnny silences him with a kiss before any more questions could be asked.
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