Note: Kari Twilight Mist, you read my mind XD
There are a few sentences in German, my skills are a bit rusty so I hope there aren't too many mistakes. Translation follows each sentence so you don't have to scroll down the chapter to understand.
Edit: thank you, anonymous reviewer, for correcting my german sentences! My German's too scholar and old I guess XD

We're close to the end, sadly, I don't think there are even 5 chapters remaining... That's sad...

I won't be able to update tomorrow, I will lack time since I have an appointment in the morning (to sign the papers for the official end of my contract, yay!), and I'm going to see Iron Maiden live in the evening (and won't be home in the meanwhile).

Matt
"MIHAEL!"
I jumped ten miles high, violently stirred from my sleep. So did Mihael, who stared at me, sitting in the bed, apparently not awake enough to register that I wasn't the one screaming his name. No, I didn't have a woman's voice.
"Was ist hier los? Seit wann machst du diese Dinge unter unserem Dach?" ("What's happening here? Since when do you do that kind of things under our roof?") The woman was still screaming, coming close to the bed, then deciding to go back to the door, as I tried to cover myself with the sheets.
"Karl! Komm herauf! Dein Sohn hat mit jemandem in deinem Haus geschlafen!" ("Karl! Come upstairs! Your son has slept with someone in your own house!) The woman was hysterical.
"Mutti!" (Mum!) Mihael complained, grabbing his pants and putting them on quickly.
So it was his mother. It was one of the few words I could understand. He looked nothing like her. She had chestnut hair and dark eyes, and she was petite and very curvy.
I still couldn't resolve myself to get out of bed but Mihael came to my help, seeing my worried gaze over the room to spot my pants, and he gave them to me. I slid them on, wiggling under the sheets, and finally got up, just as heavy steps resounded in the stairs.
I didn't need a hint to guess that it was Mihael's father showing up. Blond, piercing ice blue eyes, and I knew immediately where Mihael's scary side came from. I was terrified, when his eyes set on me, but even more when they drifted to Mihael. My father, even in his biggest fit of anger, when I had really, really fucked up, had never looked at me this way. I felt awful for Mihael, and I made a step toward him instinctively, but I stopped cold when I saw his expression.

Mihael was standing straight, his stance was extremely defensive, and his face showed defiance. But most of all, I could see fear in his eyes. As his father made a step forward, he walked and put himself between his father and me.
Now I had a perfect and close view on their staring contest. Until Mihael's father slapped him. Hard.
I was glued to the floor, shocked, unable to move, or say something. I could just feel my eyes sting like hell.
"Kleiner Scheißer! Wie kannst du nur..?" ("You little shit! How could you...?") His father was infuriated, "Du! Raus hier! Verschwinde aus meinem Haus!" ("You! Out! Get out of my house you little bitch!) he spat at me, pointing at the door. I didn't need a translation to understand he wanted me out.
"Nein! Mail you're not going anywhere! Vatti, es ist mein fester Freund, den du da beleidigst!" ("No! - Dad, it's my boyfriend you're insulting!")

It was horrible. I didn't understand everything, and I couldn't go anywhere, nor could I help Mihael.
"Mihael, spricht er nicht Deutsch?"("Mihael, doesn't he speak german?") Mihael's mother asked him, pointing at me with her chin with disdain.
"No, he doesn't speak german." Mihael replied, coming to me and taking my hand, "And he's my boyfriend, not... what you said." he added, still staring defiantly at his father. I could guess by Mihael's last words that his father had called me something unpleasant.

Mihael tried not to show how hurt he was by the slap he had just gotten, but his cheek was red and swollen. His father was by no means a twig like his son, he was very tall and large, like a man that practice a lot of sport. I imagined him playing squash, tennis and stuff rich people do.

The silence was uncomfortable.
"Mihael, do you want me to go outside while you talk to your parents?" I asked, nit exactly knowing what I should do with myself, although I didn't want to leave Mihael alone with them.
"No, stay. We did nothing bad." He replied, but his parents obviously didn't think the same.

"Mihael, wir haben schon viel hingenommen, was dich betrifft, aber wir haben es schon oft genug klar gemacht, das wir so ein offensichtliches Verhalten nicht unter unserem Dach wollen!" ("Mihael, we have accepted a lot from you already, but we had always made it clear that we didn't want any obvious behaviour under our roof!")
"Viel hingenommen?" ("accepted a lot?") Have you ever accepted a single inch of what I am? Can you honestly say that you weren't relieved that I left for the US, so you wouldn't have your gay son under the nose of your many friends and collaborators?" Mihael's temper was flaring, and in the middle of this shit, I couldn't help but think how badass he looked, in leather pants, bare chest, eyes wild and mouth twisting in anger. Of all moments, my dick decided NOW that Mihael was worth raising up.
It was just too awesome. I had difficulties to hide the grin creeping on my face, I needed to tell Mihael. But it was the worst moment ever.

Mihael spoke in english so I could follow what was going on between his parents and him.
"Wie kannst du nur, Mihael!"("How can you, Mihael!") his mother said for the second time.
"Wir haben alles für dich getan und so willst du uns danken? Indem du diese kleine Hure in mein Haus bringst?" ("We did everything for you, and this is how you thank us? You bring that little whore in my house?") Obviously, his parents didn't give a shit about me since they continued speaking german. It was humiliating.
"Stop insulting him!" Mihael shouted, "And don't try to lecture me! Why did you want me to come back? I've barely seen you four or five days since I'm back, you're always gone! You don't give a fuck about me, all you care about is that I could ruin your reputation, so why wanting me back? At least in LA I have someone that cares for me, and he even came here all the way just for me. You never came to visit me once in LA!"
Mihael was fighting back tears, I could see his eyes shining, and now I was understanding everything he was. Everything that had made him this way, the way he shielded himself from people's advice, the confidence he had, that he was forced to build by himself because the ones that should have given him this confidence had worked against him. There was nothing worse than parents ashamed of their child...
But most of all, I understood the origin of his temper. Once you're biten that hard, you bite back, all the time.
Shit, I loved him so much... Mihael was amazing. He had made of himself someone good, someone brilliant, someone independent, alone, without any support. He was the strongest person I knew. And all of this being gay, with all the problems it brought: homophobia, name callings, repulsion, fights...

And I was one of those people, the homophobic ones I mean, one of those that made his life difficult, and he had even managed to change me. Who can do that, if not a very special person?

They were verbally fighting, but all I could see was Mihael. My Mihael, with tears threatening to fall, because as strong as someone can be, there are things that still hurt, and seeing his parents treating us the way they did, when he was trying to tell them we were in love, and that he was happy with me, and they didn't care, it was just going too far.

I grabbed my bag, took all my stuff scattered around the room and in the bathroom. Mihael looked at me in horror.
So I walked to him and kissed him softly.
"Don't worry, I'm not leaving without you. Pack your bags, I'm taking you where you belong." I said, then I turned to his parents. "I'm sorry that you can't accept us as a couple, I wish you could see beyond your narrow mind and realise the amazing son you have, and be happy for him. I don't think there's a way out of this situation right now between you and him, so I'm taking him home because I won't let anyone hurt him. I just hope that someday you can see the mistake you're doing, and that day, you'll be welcome to visit us."
"You're a bit too presumptuous young man." His father replied to me. Oh, English, finally. And 'young man', not an insult this time?
"What do you know about us? And how dare you talking to us this way?" Fuck, how annoying she was to scream like that all the time!
"I know that you see him as your gay son, but that he's only the child you gave birth to... You're very lucky because Mihael only sees you as his parents, not the parents he's ashamed of because they're rejecting him."
Mrs Keehl stared at me mouth hanging open, but I could tell that his father was touched by what I had just said.

I turned around and zipped my bag closed then finished getting dressed. Mihael had been standing silent, observing the scene all along, and tears were really falling now as he looked at his parents, then me, then them again.
His mother stormed out of the room and downstairs, still squealing in German. I went to Mihael, unable to let him cry like this, and he rushed into my arms, sobs beginning to escape him. It was no use to try to soothe him, he needed to cry for good to get rid of the emotional peak. Mr Keehl looked at Mihael, sighed and left without a sound, closing the door behind him.

I helped Mihael pack. Fortunately he hadn't taken much since he was supposed to go back to his apartment in LA so we were done one hour later, after we got a quick shower.
He stayed silent but I knew he was still emotionally charged so I didn't try to push him to talk.

We went downstairs with our bags, and as Mihael picked up a few of his stuff remaining in the living room, his father approached him. His mother was nowhere in sight.
"Mihael..." he began ,"Deine Mutter fühlt sich nicht gut, aber sie sagt auf Wiedersehen.." ("Mihael... Your mother feels sick but she says goodbye to you") he handed a bundle of bills to Mihael. I wasn't used to Euros but there were at least ten bills of 500 Euros. I really couldn't get used to that much money, it was obvious everywhere in the house, and still, they weren't happy... I wasn't so much disappointed that I couldn't offer so many stuff to my parents suddenly.
"I don't need your money." Mihael mumbled, closing the bag he was stuffing, and turning his back to his father.

I saw in Mr Keehl's eyes that he regretted what had happened. But money wasn't the solution, and this, I wasn't sure he could understand for now. For what I knew, his parents had always paid everything to him, except for the motorbike that he was paying himself because it was something he had bought on impulse, but Mihael, even if he didn't talk about them often, had hinted that they provided money like other parents provide affection.

I was seeing the extent of it now, and I wasn't happy. But Mihael had always stated he wasn't unhappy with his parents, that they didn't really like that he was gay, but that they were quite a happy family despite the fact that even when he lived here in Berlin, they didn't have family dinner and stuff, they were often out at official receptions and work dinners. So I was a bit puzzled as to why they had reacted so violently if they had never treated him bad before concerning his homosexuality. Ok, finding your son with another guy naked in bed is unpleasant, I guess, but it had gone too far to be a normal reaction from them according to what Mihael had told about them to me.
But it wasn't the best time to ask at the moment.

We walked to the corner of the street and Mihael spotted a taxi driving our way so he waved to stop him.
Once sat inside, Mihael asked to go to the airport. A few streets further, he apparently changed his mind because he asked the driver to take us to "Kempi". I wondered what it was.
I knew a few minutes later, though, as we parked in front of the Kempinski Bristol hotel. Five stars, no less.
I looked at Mihael but he just smiled to me before exiting the taxi.
I followed him, we grabbed our bags and headed for the reception of the hotel. I was a bit uneasy when we entered the large hall, I felt so out of place here with my jeans and stripped shirt. But I wasn't the one to bring attention, all eyes drifted to Mihael in his usual leather.
"Are you sure?" I asked Mihael. He smirked.
Totally at ease, he approached the guy behind the counter and they exchanged a few words in German, and I saw the man's expression become much more friendly when Mihael pulled his Gold credit card out of his wallet.

The guy at the reception had given his card back to Mihael for less than two seconds that two men posted behind the desk came to us hurriedly and grabbed our bags, preceding us to the elevator.
Mihael made a pleasure to take my hand and visually annoy the people sat in the lobby that had been staring at us since we had arrived. The provocative bastard was back and it made me laugh.

Once in the room, wow.
It was bigger than my parents' apartment, without even counting the terrasse residing behind a huge glass wall.
I wonder how many people could sleep in such a large bed, everything seems to have been created for giants. The bathtub would be a shame for environment protection associations with how much water it could contain, and the whole bathroom was made of marble, and there was a creamy white carpet on the floor, so thick it was like walking on a cloud, and there was a huge oak desk with assorted furniture, a living room, fruits, champagne, chocolates... damn, Mihael was crazy.
I turned to him, he was giving the guys a tip. Then they closed the door, bowing.

"Mihael, is it really reasonable?" I asked him, as he came to me and took me in his arms.
"No, but what would be life if we were always reasonable?" he pecked my lips, "If you're worried about the financial aspect, I can afford it, don't worry. And I always tend to spend a lot of money when I'm emotionally shaken. See this as my therapy." he grinned, toying with a strand of my hair.
"Well, if it's for the sake of your sanity, I will take on myself and try to get along with it." I chuckled, looking around, still amazed by the place.

Mello
I know Mail wasn't used to such luxury, and I was happy to spend some time here with him. I wanted to go back to LA as fast as possible but I suddenly realised that he hadn't seen anything of Berlin, and that was really stupid to leave without visiting a bit, he might never come back here. Hell, I didn't even know if I'd be back myself.

"I think I'm gonna be unable to resist these chocolates any longer!" I laughed, kissing Mail on the cheek before picking up the red box on the table.
This was the best hotel in the city, and the view we had from our room was splendid. Mail was outside, on the terrasse, lighting a cigarette, and I joined him while taking small bites of the chocolates, the box in one hand.
We sat at a table.

"I really like it here, but I'm pretty sure I could have made you feel better with what I have to tell you." Mail suddenly said, grinning.
"Oh, really?" I smiled. What could be better than being here with Mail and chocolates? Except Mail, chocolates and sex? Oh...
"I... when we were still in your room... you were arguing with your father and you looked so frightening... and you were... shirtless... and the leather..." I could see where he was going although I hardly believed it, afraid to misunderstand what he obviously had difficulties to say. "Oh shit!" Mail crushed his cigarette, stood up and took my hand, pulling me inside, to the bed.
He unzipped my vest, pushing it off my shoulders, then got rid of his own top.
My heart was hammering in my chest. Was he really wanting this?

Mail pushed me on the bed and climbed on top of me, kissing me feverishly. He was the one out of word for once, and had decided to show me what he meant to say.
His lips trailed from my lips to my ear, that he nipped, before sucking on my neck. Then he slowly descended until he was practically devouring my chest.
"Ah! Mmh!" I moaned loudly as he tentatively licked one of my nipples. God, it felt a thousand times better than in my wet dreams. I could feel him sucking on it, then biting softly, and it made me hard in no time.
What surprised me was that I could feel he was hard too.
Would we really...?

Mail went lower, kissing everywhere he could reach, his tongue plunging in my navel, making me moan louder. He licked along the hem of my pants, and oh God, I hoped he wouldn't stop here because I would cry otherwise.
But when I felt his fingers unfasten the laces of my pants, I became even harder, it was almost painful.
Opening the laces completely, he pulled my erection out, and crawled up to kiss me.
Resting on one elbow, still on top of me, he reached for his jeans buttons and undid them, setting his own member free.
I peaked between us, and seeing our dicks rub together almost made me come straight away. I had waited for something like that for so long that excitement was on top level.

Mail grabbed both our cocks in his hand, and began jerking us off.
I understood that it was as far as he could go right now, but fuck, I wouldn't complain!
He seemed to read in my mind because he said "I'm sorry, I'm not ready to go further than that for now, but I want you Mihael, I really want you..."
It wasn't a matter of attraction anymore, the only thing that could stop him now, I imagined, was fear.

The contact was amazing, making me come very fast. I softly pushed Mail on the bed once I came back from my high, and settled between his thighs.
"Will you let me?" I asked, hovering above his still erected dick.
"Yes..." he whispered, and there was no doubts that he wanted this. The lust was here, and my heart almost exploded that it was me he was lusting over.
I took his member in my mouth, going as deep as possible, then withdrawing, tasting precum on the tip, then engulfing half the length, sucking and bobbing my head faster and faster, delighted by his moans of pleasure.
Mail wasn't long to come either. And he said my name when he came... if I had any doubts, it was erasing everything. Mail wanted me physically, and it made me in peace with my body for good.

I licked every drop of semen off Mail, before lying beside him. I waited that he came back on earth, kissing his shoulder. He turned his head to look at me, and smiled.
"What about splashing that beautiful marble with a bath together?" he proposed, pecking my nose before jumping off the bed and heading for the bathroom.
Seconds later, I was fully naked, pulling on his jeans, making him lose his balance as he tried to manipulate the taps, sending water on me with his hand, both laughing.