Like Gyspies- Rydon

To Obberauthor, for hating doctors as much as i hate them

Ryan Ross was a rich and high in sociality. He lived contently, working as a politician for the German government. The second world war was just over, and he could go back to work without the  fear of being found out. He knew he would be thrown in a camp the moment anyone form the Nazi party found out he liked… men…
Brendon Urie was a gypsy. He traveled with a group of other gypsies that hadn't been caught and thrown into the death camps run by Hitler. They all were to fast and cunning for those moron Nazi's and they crazy leader. They felt rich, having a few horses, a cow, and gold and jewels to spare, everything was good from his clan. But Brendon knew they were just thieves, living only to steal form the rich who were stupid enough to be tricked.
Ryan wouldn't often take notice of the Gypsy's stand on the room near the local book shop. He would normally walk right past it, but one morning her happened to glance over to see a guy about his age with a clear glass ball, entertaining children. They would squeal with joy as he moved his hands over the ball and glanced up and said something to them, raising his eyebrows and smiling. He had dark brown, almost black hair that was long and hung over his forehead and in front of his ears. His eyes were a chestnut brown and gleamed as he laughed with the children.
"Ryan… what are you standing there for! Come on, we have to get to work…" Spencer, Ryan's best friend and co-worker said as Ryan stopped to watch the strange gypsy boy.  Ryan snapped back to realty, but not quick enough, for Spencer had figured out what was going on. He smiled and nudged Ryan as he cooed, "Oh, so the big rich politician is looking at the gypsy boy's now…hmm… the press will love that."
Ryan blushed as he glared at the other boy. Spencer stopped laughing and said quickly, "I'll tell them you're sick?"
"Yes… you will…"
"Okay, bye Ryan!" Spencer ran off and left Ryan where he was. Ryan glanced over at the gypsy and decided he might as well talk to him.
The gypsy looked up and smiled at Ryan when he got over to the stand.
"Why hello there. I am Brendon. Would you like me to read your palm, tell your future, a card reading? I do them all rather well…"
Ryan smiled and said, "Ah… sure…"
Brendon grabbed Ryan's hands and flipped them over. "Hmm… you will live a long time… and you have, love? Yes love in your future…"
Ryan nodded as Brendon let go of his hands. The moment her did Ryan noticed something… his ring was gone.
"Brendon, it would be nice if you would give me my ring back…"
The gypsy looked up in shock, then smiled and rolled his eyes. "You caught that hu? Wow, finally someone smart has graced my little cart. Here," He handed Ryan this gold ring back. Ryan slipped in onto his finger as Brendon started to shuffle a deck of tarot cards.
"So, don't you have to get to work? Your friend seemed to have gone on ahead of you? Or would you rather watch me steal from people all day? Either one is fine with me, but let me tell you, I am leaving tomorrow, so don't get attached to me…" Brendon said as the card slipped among his figures, lacing then within each other.
Brendon knew this man found him attractive, but he also knew that he was not to like any one outside the clan, the group. It was a death wish for the heart. He had taught himself to not care, but this man… made him feel different..
"H-how would you know that I was taking a liking to you?" Ryan asked him defensively.
Brendon laughed and said, "Well, you glanced over her, and you were practically  drooling. I maybe be a thief, but I am in no way stupid. Plus, I can tell a gay man when I see him… How in the world did a someone in politics that is obviously gay not get killed may I ask?"
Ryan looked around with fear filled eyes and shushed the gypsy. Brendon laughed, knowing that the people in this town thought this boy in front of him was straight.
Ryan leaned in and said in a hushed tone, "I date girls so people think I am straight. I guess I am good actor. Please don't tell anyone."
Brendon smiled and said as he picked up the clear glass ball, "Your secret if safe with me", He placed the ball in a blue velvet bag and then continued to say, "I really think you should go to work… but come back later tonight, the clan would probably love to hear about the gay man working for Hitler him self's story."
Ryan blushed a deeper color and muttered, "You mean, you want me to meet your gypsy family?"
Brendon nodded and then cooed, "Now leave me… um?"
"Ryan."
"RYAN! I have work to be done! Things to be stolen! Cons to be made. See you back here by sundown, k?"
Brendon turned and started to talk to another man, who was fat with greed and power. Ryan laughed and Brendon kissed his hand, stealing a ring from his plump finger.

Brendon waited for Ryan at the stand. The sun was slowly setting as Ryan came into sight. Brendon smiled upon seeing the man. Ryan was nervous as could be, for being found out, and because he was certain he would be either mugged, or rejected by the gypsies.
Brendon slung a pack of things around his shoulder and greeted Ryan heartily. "Ryan! I had a great day, man will the clan be proud of me! I stole 3 gold rings, a ring that is set with a stone of some sort, coned a girl into giving up her diamond necklace, ha, today was great! How was your day?"
Ryan glared at the other boy and said, "It was fine…"
"What did you do?"
"Office work…paper work…"
"That doesn't seem very exciting at all!" Pouted Brendon as they neared the gypsy camp ground.
"That's because it wasn't. My work has been rather boring since the war has ended, but I live with it. It pays well…"
Brendon shrugged and then ran ahead and jumped ontop of one of the nearest people in the camp.
Ryan sighed and fallowed behind, watching Brendon as he pulled out a chain with a beautiful cross pendent and a few rings. He pulled out bills and coins, and a loaf of bread. The other man, who had dark black hair swung in his eyes, which seemed to have dark rings around them, laughed and congratulated Brendon. Brendon gleamed as other came over to see his winnings. Then, a blond one with had a bandana wrapped around his head and sideburns on the sides of his face noticed Ryan standing outside the camp. He pointed at him and whispered to the dark haired one, which must be the leader of the group. Brendon noticed them looking at Ryan and explained to them that Ryan was his friends, and that Ryan had a story to tell the clan.
"Ryan! Come over. Don't be scared, we don't bite!" Brendon called, reassuring the nervous politician that he was in good hands. Good… thieving hands.
Ryan came over to them and stood close to Brendon. Brendon laced his fingers into Ryan's as the dark hair leader said, "Well… I might…" He then smiled at Ryan, who squeezed Brendon's hand.
The blond one sighed and said in a voice like honey, "Don't listen to Peter…he means well, really… I'm Patrick by the way, and I notice that you have taken a liking to our Brendon…is this right"
Brendon glared at Peter as Ryan nodded quickly. Patrick smiled and then asked Ryan, "So you have a story to tell us…."

After Ryan told then his heart warming story about how he didn't get caught, Brendon introduced him to the whole clan. There was Jon, who smelt of smoke, but seemed rather calm and nice. There was also Gabriel, who seemed to like a William, who obviously like him back. Brendon told Ryan that these two were like this all day, but at night they were connected by the hip, if you get what I'm saying. Peter, who was in fact the leader, was once captured and put in a contraction camp, but escaped some how. He had the tattoo number to prove it, number S-0666. Patrick, his lover, was  soft spoken and incredibly nice.
"Brendon…can we see you…privately", Pete murmured to Brendon.
Brendon tilted his head in confusion, but got up and followed the leader behind one of the wagons. The moment Ryan was left alone, Gabriel and William sat and both sides of him and started up conversation.
"So… you like or spazzy boy do you?" Gabe hissed smiling.
William gleamed with a flick of his long, girl like hair, "We don't blame you, he is a charmer…"
Ryan laughed nervously and replied, "No, I couldn't… I mean I do, but you guys are on the move, and I don't think he wants to stay with me? I mean, I just met him!"
William shook his head sadly and Gabe said with a sigh, "Now Ryan, that's no why to win over our Bden. He is a hard catch. Believe me, Jon has tried, and failed… many times."
William looked at Gabe and replied smugly, "Yes, but Jon is a rather… um.. How can I put this.."
"Bleh?"
William smiled and clapped, "Yes, bleh is the right word."
Ryan laughed and then frowned, "What should I do? I mean, what are my chances with him?"
William and Gabe thought about it and William finally said, "Well… he seems to like you."
"But I highly doubt that Peter would ever let him leave the camp… I mean, he is the best thief in the group!" Gabe chimed in.
"But Gaby, Pete knows how it feels to be separated from love!"
"But Will, He also knows what it's like to be poor as shit and staving!"
Ryan watched as the two fought with each other for a few minutes while Brendon had a nice conversation with Patrick and Peter.
"Brendon, he is soooo into you!" Pete teased poking Brendon continuously.
Brendon blushed and shook his head, "Peter, don't be ridiculous. He is rich, I am a criminal. He could have tons of better things then me!"
Patrick disagreed, "Brendon, I can tell, he looks at you like you are something like a jewel…"
"And, he is totally cute!"
Brendon sighed and quickly poked his head around the cart to see Ryan talking to Gabe and Will. "Does it really matter if he likes me? We moved to a different city tomorrow…" Brendon sighed, gapping at the boy sitting with his two friends.
Pete sighed and Patrick whispered something in his ear.
Brendon looked at both of them as they had a conversation in whispers.
"…What?" Brendon asked confused.
Pete smiled and Patrick started to explain, "Well…you do so well in this city… we were thinking about maybe, for the moment, letting you stay here… if Ryan doesn't mind you staying with him… But you would be working as usual"
Brendon gasped and said, "R-really?"
Pete and Patrick nodded.
Back with Ryan, Will and Gabe had stopped fighting. "So, lets say that Brendon does like you" Gabe said.
"Which he totally does." William laughed.
"And he decides to stay here for some reason." Gabe continued.
"And he asks to stay at your place." Will finished from Gabe.
"Would you say… yes?" They both said in unison.
Ryan pondered this and then said surly, "Of course."
Ryan then felt some crash into him.
"RYAN!" Brendon squealed.
"Brendon?" Ryan asked, still recovering from the random hugging.
Brendon smiled and said, "Pete and Patrick want me to stay in the city to make more money for the clan, but I have nowhere to stay and well-"
"You can stay at my place?!" Ryan exclaimed.
Brendon looked at Ryan in amazement and then smiled. Brendon pulled his face to Ryan's and kissed him gently.
"Awe." William and Gabe cooed and the two broke apart.
"Who knew I would fall in love with a gypsy…" Ryan laughed.
Brendon poked him and said, "Who know a thief could fall in love with a rich man…"
Ryan pressed his forehead against Brendon's. Both of them were thinking the same thing, how Ryan's ring was off his finger once more…