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A/N: Sorry for the long delay. I've been writing and adding on bits and pieces as time went by but it's been hard to write this after the death of Robin Williams, who was my hero as I was growing up. But I did it and got this done. I hope you enjoyed this and I'm sorry for any mistakes because I still lack a beta.

Chapter 10

Klus sighed, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the contact of his large lover. Feeling the heavy's lips kiss his neck and feeling his breath tickling his skin made him shiver in excitement as his tank top was removed from him. With a hum, Misha's lips reached his own, pleased by the simple contact as the heavy's hands roamed up and down his sides and back. "Should not be doing this." He heard Misha state quietly yet did not stop his motions. Smiling, Klus gave a small moan as he opened his eyes before his breath hitched in his throat. Instead of Misha, he saw Vlad above him, touching him, giving him that awful grin, showing his rotten teeth. His heart rate quickened as he began to hyperventilate, trying to crawl away from what should have been a most pleasing experience. "Stop! STOP! NO!"

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Misha stopped kissing the body under him when he heard the panicked cry. Looking to the medic's face, he frowned worriedly. Klus had twisted himself half way to push his face in the mattress of the bed as he hyperventilated. In his concern, Misha scrambled off the blue medic and turned his face from the bed and whispered comforting words in Klus' ear as he rubbed his back as the smaller man broke down crying again. After a while, Klus seemed to have gotten his breath and began to punch the mattress below them as his face went red in furry. "Why will he not leave my head!? I can't do anything without seeing him! Why will he not leave me alone!?" Misha watched in despair as his lover seemed to have a fit right there on the bed, pounding his fists on the bed while yelling out in fury like a child who had their toy taken away. All the while, all Misha could do was watch, heart breaking as his lover almost seemed to turn into a toddler at that moment. Sighing, he continued to rub Klus' back.

"It was too soon." Misha whispered in the medic's ear. "You will have this for a long time. We should not have even tried."

"But I wanted to!" Klus turned to face Misha, eyes blazing with anger and a nasty snarl marred his face. "I don't care that it happened yesterday! I just want to feel good for once in my miserable life!" Somewhere in that sentence, the medic's anger turned into pain and sorrow, his eyes burning with unshed tears as he stopped hitting the bed to clinch the blankets in his fists. "I want to feel normal." Sniffing, Klus looked up at Misha, snarl long gone. "I wanted to feel you." The last part was spoken so quietly that the heavy had to strain to hear it.

Kissing Klus' ear, he hushed him gently. "Can not rush this. Will take time." He held the smaller body close to him as the medic sniffed. "I will be here to help you."

The blue medic said nothing as he rubbed his eyes, tired of crying and sniffed. Glaring at the blankets he lay on, he bared his teeth loathing. "I will kill Vlad for this." He growled quietly and pounded the sheets again. "I hate him! I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! I HATE HIM!" His yell echoed throughout the room and faded, leaving the two in a dead silence with only Klus' sniffing to fill the air. Misha cleared his throat as he rubbed his bald head with one hand and rubbed the medic's back with the other. He never had any idea on what to do in a situation like this. Rape was one of the things his sisters never had to suffer. They were strong, independent, yet bull headed women that they could care for themselves, protecting their mother from bears that strayed too close to their house. Klus on the other hand, was a fragile man who had no business on the battlefield, let alone, deal with a rouge team member. Glancing at the clock, he relaxed as Klus' sniffed silenced. "Come." He whispered to the smaller man who turned and started at him. "We're going out to eat. Fresh air would be good for you."

Klus' face was blank as his nose, red from crying as well as his eyes, blinking unamused. "What about my stitches? I know I should not be moving and need rest." The heavy snorted in good humor as he rolled off the bed. "Did not stop you from earlier." He went to the table and grabbed his shoes that he had just dumped there last night. "Get dressed. Our teams have left already and we don't want to miss breakfast."

Realizing that there was no way he could get out of it, Klus sighed and sat up, wincing as the stitches tugged on his inner flesh painfully. Biting his lip, he got to his feet, only to find himself lifted into Misha's arms and set down on the bed. "I change mind. I will get you ready. It was foolish of me to have you move like that." As the heavy knelt, he grabbed Klus' boots and slipped them on the medic's feet, trying them, all the while, Klus was glaring. "I am not invalid you know." he bit out but not harshly. It was more out of embarrassment. Here he was, a fully licensed doctor and he couldn't even care for himself after an attack like that; ending up being treated like he was glass. Well, he guessed the saying was true, doctors make the worst patients.

Misha had ignored his quip and stood back up with a smile. "Done. Where is a good place around here?"

"There should be a small diner not to far from here. But seriously, Misha. Do we have to. I don't want to go out there."

"Do not worry. You will be fine."

With a sniff of defiance, Klus reluctantly gave in silently as he watched the heavy dress and put his own boots on, ignoring the bitter taste in his mouth fro earlier events. "There's a little diner just a few blocks from here. It closes at eight tonight." Misha looked up with a smile as he finished tying his boots, nodding to the smaller man to inform him that he was heard. "Will give us plenty of time then." Grabbing his keys from the table and shoving them in his pockets, he stepped up to the medic on the bed and gently pulled him up to his feet; the smaller man hissing with the movement.

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The car ride was silent those few blocks. Klus just lazily stared out the open window, hair blowing in the air from the breeze as he casually rest his head in one hand. Not once had he looked at Misha nor had he seen the sad looks that the heavy gave him in which he tried to cover up with sad smiles. The medic paid no mind to his surroundings, choosing to only stare into nothing, not noticing a group of children pointing and laughing at his hair when they stopped at a red light. Finally, as Misha pulled in to the old fashioned diner that was pretty popular with tourists that wonder into the town from large cities. As Misha opened the door, he looked over to Klus, concerned when the man didn't move. Tapping him lightly on the shoulder, the smaller man jumped in surprise and looked around, eyes landing on his larger lover who grinned that warming smile of his. "We are here." Klus nodded, not feeling up to speaking a word.

The diner in itself wasn't all that impressive but Klus had found himself coming here many times before he had signed up for Blue. It was one of the few places he actually enjoyed to be in...It was also one of the places he had taken his wife to when they moved to America before they divorced. Sighing, Klus brought his coffee to his lips that he had ordered, staring at Misha in front of him. The giant stopped in mid chew when he spotted his lover staring, gave a smile and went back to eating his open faced sandwich. Responding with a small smile of his own, the medic tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear before sipping his drink, once again sighing but in content this time.

Setting the cup down, he rubbed his right arm, feeling the metal through his coat sleeve. He had insisted on wearing his medic jacket and a pair of gloves to avoid people staring at it, not comfortable with showing it out in public. The down side to wearing the coat was that it made him stick out like a sore thumb while in town. "Is a shame." Misha spoke up quietly, not looking up from his food as a frown sat where his smile once resided. "They do not know about the war in their own country. All they care about is the one across the seas. But they stare at one in uniform. One who fights not far from where they live." Klus bit his lip, not wanting to point out the obvious. "Our bosses have good reasons to keep this war quiet." He looked around. "And you should too. They have enough to worry about in Vietnam without us adding more."

The heavy nodded, placing his silverware down to rub his head exasperatedly. "Da, I know." Klus felt his lips press together tightly. "Where did that come from anyway?" he asked, shivering when the giant's sad eyes fell on him. "The way people stare. The nightmares...How long have we been fighting this war?" Misha asked, watching the smaller man shift. The medic thought carefully, picking at his leftover salad with his fork. "I'm not sure." He responded finally. Setting the fork down, he rubbed his temple. "If I have to guess, three years or so. I lost count a long time ago."

'Hm..." Misha hummed and took a drink of his water. "And you've had Mask that long? She must be old." Klus blinked before chuckling, adjusting the collar of his coat. "Oh, Nein. I've had Mask longer than that. She's around six years old now. Cat's live up to around twelve or thirteen years." Smirking, he propped his fake arm on the table and rest his head in the palm of his hand. "She was meine frau's before the divorce."

The heavy quirked an eyebrow. "You were married?" the blue medic nodded. "Once." he answered, not the least bit sad. "We had two children. A little girl and boy. Edgar and Milly. My wife's bright idea for names." Misha frowned as he sat up straight. "You never mentioned this."

Frowning, Klus raised his own eyebrow. "Did it matter? She's long gone and meine kinder are with their grandparents. I'm not aloud to see them unless their grandparents say I can." Sighing, he crossed his arms over the table and set his head in them. "Not that they will. The bastards hated me the moment I proposed to their daughter. Said I wasn't good enough and look what happens. Their precious angel goes around sleeping with other men and lying to everyone." He spared the heavy an irritated glance. "They blamed me for what she was doing, you know. Said that if it wasn't for me, their girl would still be pure. Joke's on them. She was like that before I met her."

"Then why you marry her?"

Klus found himself smiling fondly as he lost himself in a memory. "I was young and thought I was in love. I was blinded by what I believed of her I couldn't see the truth until Edgar showed me his bruises one night." He sniffed, smile falling. "I did what I could to keep Edgar and Milly from her. Mostly Edgar because he was the one getting hit. She hated men you know."

Sitting up, he smiled as he stared up into Misha's sad eyes. "But that's in the past. At least with their grandparents, I know that my children are safe even if I can't see them." His smile wasn't easy to hold up as time passed by with the silence. As a large hand landed on one of his, Misha bent closer. "I am sorry." the Russian said with mourning tone. Klus blinked once again in confusion. "Why are you apologizing? You did nothing."

"Da, is true. But I saw how it affected you. You can not hide it from me." the medic's lips pressed together tightly once again and he glanced around to make sure that no once was watching this forbidden exchange, as small as it may have been. Luckily, no one had been paying any attention as the giant lifted his left hand to his lips and kissed his palm through the glove before gently setting it back down and removing his hand all together. This time, the blue medic gave a real smile and opened his mouth to speak when he heard a familiar voice chirp up from beside him.

"Well wasn't that sweet." He knew that voice. He knew it in all it's sickly sweet glory. Turning his head, he saw one of the few people he had hoped to leave him alone. "Guten Morgen, Claudia." He bit out bitterly, tasting the acid on his tongue as he snarled her name. Misha, just stared at her with such fire in his eyes as she looked between them amused. "Well, greetings to you as well my wenig schlampe." She greeted back with such a carefree tone as she laughed at his hateful expression. "Don't call me that. If any one is a schlampe, it would be you."

She laughed, covering her face with her hand before shoving him further into the booth seat so she could set herself down right beside Klus as she looked between the two. "Oh, love. You are just too funny. You must stop." waving her hand to him in mocking. He growled to himself before he muttered bitterly to himself "I shall endever to do that next time." before demanding harshly "What do you want?"

Her smirk made him want to strangle her if not for his parents lessons kicked in. "Well, our darling children had a few letters to give you but, with that attitude, I'm not sure I want to give you them." Klus could feel a vein pop in his head as he bared his teeth. "Letters? Oh really?" "Mmm-hmm." Claudia hummed in confirmation but instead of speaking to him, she turned to Misha with a interested look as she bent forward, letting the top of her breasts show. "And what is your name?"

"Not interested." Misha bit out with a sneer of his own, staring down at the woman with a look that clearly showed his distaste. "And I think you should be giving any letters belonging to Klus to him, da?" She huffed, sitting up fully with her arms crossed. "Typical." She muttered, reaching into her purse, she pulled out a pile of letters tied together and tossed them to him carelessly, making him jump and flail about, trying to catch them. Standing up, she turned to them, ignoring their glares, she pulled out a piece of paper and stuffed it into Msha's shirt. "Just in case you get tired of his tight ass, Mine's available."Turning to Klus's glaring face, she placed both hands on her hips and swished them. "Baby maker included." then she strolled out the diner.

The medic found his grip on the letters tighten as his giant lover fished the paper out of his shirt, looked at it, then tore it up into multiple pieces. "I see why you don't like her." Msha grumbled, tossing the pieces to the floor, letting them flutter all the way down. Klus snorted. "'Don't like' is an extreme understatement meine liebe. I utterly loathe her." He sighed at the letters. "It's one thing to mock me about not being able to bare children with another man but to flirt and giver her number to my lover right in font of me and brag, that's a low blow."

Misha's hand touched his cheek as his thumb trailed the medic's smooth skin. "Do not let her upset you. She would win then." Smirking, Klus shoved the hand off his face. "True. So very true." He looked Misha in the eyes again. "You might want to limit physical contact with me in a public area. Claudia won't tell since it would ruin her image of turning her husband gay, or some stupid rumor like that, but if someone else sees-"

"They won't." The red heavy broke in with a smile. The smaller man frowned. "How would you know?"

This caused the heavy to laugh quietly. "I am big man. Very intimidating. No one would come near us." Klus sniffed and pulled his salad back to him. "It is your size that cause people to stare."

"Same with your hair and coat. Not many men these days have hair as long as yours."

Klus was stumped on that one. He made no move to answer and went to finish his food when the warm hand went back to his cheek. Looking back up, he saw the giant smile. "Let me do this. Just this one last time before we go back to fighting." It was true. If they continued all day and night, they would make it to the mountain top, their next base. Back to Dell, Trent...Back to Vlad and the fighting. So he nodded, letting his lover stroke his cheek as Klus chewed his food. This was the last day for them to be together. And it was back to fighting. They'd be enemies on the base and battle field. No more would they have to kiss each other good night. Nore would they have a chance to make love for the first time. Especially with Vlad around. That was the first problem they had to deal with. Vlad, Misha's twin brother. Vlad, Klus' rapist.

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A/N: I know it's a little boring with no fighting and action in it but there will be fighting eventually, I assure you. I will add more fighting to this story. I'm just too tired to work on another chapter today.

Translations:

(German)

Guten Morgen – Good Morning

wenig schlampe – Little Bitch

meine kinder – My Children

meine frau – My wife