All was quiet in the small, crowded corners of the RED base. Erik sighed loudly, loud enough for his friend, the RED Medic, to hear.

"What is wrong today, Erik?", he asked, putting the book he was reading face down on the table. He looked at Erik with patience. Usually when he was like this the news wasn't good.

"I haven't seen Mikeal in two days." He banged his head against the table, his dark red hair barely missing his plate of food that he hadn't touched. Now Ferdinand knew why.

"Well, you could perhaps visit him? It is not that hard to sneak into the BLU base at night, anyway."

"It's too late. I'm tired.", he whined, not acting like Erik. Well, the Team Fortress Erik. He might have been more relaxed, more childish, before he had been enlisted in this horrible war. Ferdinand reached out to pat his head gently, pushing the hair back from his face.

"Just go, Erik. It's not like it will take all night, or anything." A huge grin filled Erik's face as he looked longingly out of the window.

"Who ever told you such nonsense, Ferdinand? Who said I just wanted to talk?", he said, getting up and replacing his ugly red bakalva. He knew he hated it, he just wore it to spite him, the Medic believed.

"Don't tell anyone where I've gone. Especially Brendon.", he said, blushing. Over the past six months, the long blonde haired Sniper had become rather fond of the serious, handsome RED Spy. He may have been a pain at times, but yet, who wasn't?

"Brendon won't be told." Ferdinand crossed his heart. He stared at him as he walked out of the base, keeping a close eye on his friend. God knows he didn't need to be seen by a BLU or by a teammate. He cloaked as long as he could, ran as fast as he could, until he reached his brother's room in the more darker corner of the BLU base.

"Mikeal, you there?", he whispered, hoping the younger man would hear his plea. He did. He could hear the sound of a tumbler unlocking, the door hastily pushing open.

"Hurry, before someone sees." He looked at Erik in surprise. He usually didn't come to his base. Mikeal usually had to risk life and limb to see his brother's face. But this time was different. Had someone died?

"What brings you here, at this hour?" Mikeal asked.

"I can't visit my lovely baby brother?", he said, ruffling Mikeal's dirty blonde hair. Blushing slightly, he hugged Erik close.

"I usually have to come to you. You never visit me here.", he mumbled into his shirt. Erik looked at him sadly. Mikeal leaned up, gazing at the faraway look in Erik's eyes as he whispered, "I think Brendon is developing feelings for me."

"So? You can just ignore them.", Mikeal spit out, unnessecary contempt flowing from the words. "What if I can't? Mikeal, for God's sake."

"What? Are you tired of me? If you want fresh meat that's okay, just leave me alone.", Mikeal pushed him away, flopping more than sitting on the bed. Erik sighed, trying not to push Mikeal even farther. His life depended on that. It wasn't like he was scared of him, he just had very bad anger problems that had led to death. Which had ended them up here, rotting in a hellhole of a desert.

"I love you. You know that. Besides, you're still younger than he is." Erik sat down beside him, pulling him into his lap. "I love you too, you bastard.", he whispered, kissing Erik softly. "That's enough endearment for one night, don't you think?" Mikeal giggled, trying to keep his words soft as to not wake up the rest of his team.

"I don't have to back tonight. We could maybe sleep together. Like we used to do when we were little.", Erik offered, starting to take off his clothes for the night. Mikeal tried to look away, but failed miserably. How did he fall in love with his brother again? Oh yeah, right, whenever he had started dating that one guy and Mikeal got jealous and...

"Don't even think about it tonight, Mikeal. I'm damn tired."

"I wasn't!", he protested, crossing his arms over his chest in a childish manner.

"Whatever."

"Dumbass."

"Fucker.", Mikeal mumbled as he wrapped himself into Erik's embrace, falling into a deep slumber. Erik kissed his soft, wavy hair.

"Goodnight.", he whispered, holding Mikeal until he was sure he was asleep. Then he let himself fall into a slumber full of death and blood. He woke up with a start, looking beside him. Mikeal was still there, smiling in his sleep. He had his thumb in his mouth.

"I've got to go, mon amour.", he whispered into the sleeping BLU Spy's ear. Mikeal's response was something like a mumble and a snore.

"Why do I even bother?", Erik asked himself. He strode out of the door, and looked up. The BLU Sniper was standing next to the door, looking at him.

"Keep ya hands off'a my Spy, mate."