When the sun came up it seared poor Niels' eyes, making him flinch in pain. Next to him was Mathias, smelling terrible in a reeking stench of man sweat and stale beer. After a few moments, Niels began to realize that it was also coming from his own body. Sitting up, he saw a note on the TV from Eirik saying 'Out for the day and hanging out with some friends.' Stretching, Niels wondered around the house naked, looking for some alcohol to help his head ache. But it seemed that all the beer had been wasted last night. Grumbling angrily, Niels flopped down on Mathias waking the Dane.
"You drank all the beer." he stated. Niels knew that Mathias' head was pounding infinitely harder than his. "Come take a shower with me then we'll go buy more beer." he ordered rather than offered. He knew that they shouldn't be wasting any money on petty things like beer. But Niels would not be able to do his job that night if he had a bad hang over.
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It took the Dane several seconds to pull back things together and remember where he was, what he had done and why he had that fucking head ache pounding in his head. Grumbling, he turned on his other side with a low grunt and snorted, pulling the covers on his head to hide himself from the sun. Though, Niels went back on him, forcing him to open his glued eyes and look up at him. His face wasn't smiling, but all his inside was.
Two little days and all worries would be over.
Giving a slight slap on the Norwegian's butt so he would move away, Mathias slowly sat up, hiding his face in his hands as he lowly whined in pain and finally stumbled up, "Mmh, ya…" he slowly replied as he zombielike joined Niels in the bathroom. Hearing the stream of water hit the wall, Mathias clumsily stepped into the tub, holding him on the slippery wall before plopping himself in the bottom of the bath. He waved a hand at the Norwegian for he would sit with him and simply slowly wake up with the stream of hot water pouring on them both.
Mathias wrapped his arms securely around the smaller Norwegian's body and rested his head back on the wall, sighing. Clearing his throat, he felt the need to ask, "When it'll be over… we'll we be together? I mean… ye know… a couple and all…"
He felt a bit childish, like a teenager, to ask such a stupid question… but yet, he didn't even know how Niels would see them together.
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Niels stared up at the shower head for a few moments, thinking on what to say. Over the years there weren't really anybody he had really dated. There had been one or two in high school but he didn't really count them. Why Mathias wanted to be with Niels was beyond him. It was almost crazy that Mathias would still consider Niels datable. Maybe there was something in Mathias' past that was dark just like his that he didn't know about, that helped Mathias make Niels' situation okay.
But Mathias probably didn't realize how fucked up Niels was. Sitting there in Mathias' comfortable hold, Niels felt the itch to go snort some coke. He had no reason to get high, but his body craved him to. Swallowing thickly, he looked up seeing how Mathias had his eyes trained ahead of him with a slight frown as if angry. Probably was because Niels hadn't answered. Niels couldn't possibly say no to Mathias. Every time he looked at the man, his heart started painfully pound in his chest, which he suspected was from his underlining lust for the Dane.
Reaching up, Niels kissed his jaw, unable to kiss the man on the lips with the position he was in. "If you really want to Mathias, we can be." Though I think you are stupid for ever wanting such a thing, Niels thought darkly to himself, withholding his opinion from Mathias.
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Shortly smiling, Mathias nuzzled the Norwegian's wet hair and softly kissed it. It wasn't a yes, but it wasn't a no. And yet, the Dane himself didn't know why he was keeping his hold on Niels. Probably because he thought he had worked too hard on his case to give up now. He had felt too far into this story and he wouldn't come out of it before helping him out, along with Eirik.
They stayed in the bottom of the bath for quite some time before they decided they had pruned enough and stood to wash themselves. They both helped each other, Mathias caressing the Norwegian all the while and taking the opportunity to give him a good back massage while rubbing some soap on his.
He would still work for two other days…
The thought made Mathias' stomach twist painfully… he didn't want… but at least, if he was to go and make money on the streets and he wanted Niels to feel good. If it could be a little more agreeable…
When they came out, Mathias got dressed, leaving Niels naked in the living room and cooking them a quick meal and coffee before leaving shortly for the closest convenient store. They sold crappy beer, but still… if it was what Niels wanted… at least it was cheap since they couldn't afford better.
Coming back at Niels' place, he had to leave soon to go get himself, at least 2000 kroner worth of a job before the end of the day, before Niels would leave for the night. He rapidly drank two beers, and before leaving, he embraced the man and kissed him goodbye, taking his coat and fleeing in the downtown's streets. It was the only place it could get himself a real quick job, a job he could do the same day and the next one.
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Niels decided that he would leave early to find a good corner. But before he did, he made a dinner for both Eirik and Mathias to eat when they got home. Though, being home alone, he took the excuse to take some coke, feeling the high energize his body. Between the prospect of getting out of his profession and the drugs, he felt light and content.
Though, Niels purposely went into Eirik's wardrobe looking for clothes. His own clothes were now too big and he needed tighter pants so he could show off his body. What Eirik didn't know, didn't kill him. He left before either of them returned. By the end of the night, Niels made 1200 kroner and he hummed happily in approval. He had met his quota and then some and went out celebrating for the few remaining hours, partying with the other low lives of his profession. When he reached his apartment he was out of his mind on drugs. But Mathias was sound asleep on the bed and wasn't disturbed when Niels collapsed on top of the covers, but naked except for the shirt he could not figure to get off.
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That day, Mathias had come back to the apartment without money yet. Yes, he had found a little something in an apartment building, but the landlord refused to pay him in advance. Oh, the Dane could have continued his researches around the town, but it was already late when he had found this one and he couldn't refuse. The total pay was around 1000 kroner, and for all the reparations Mathias needed to do, he could do it in one day straight if he took himself very early. He guessed he would be finished before eight in the evening. A big long day…
The next morning, Mathias had settled his cell phone alarm very early and awakened them both, Niels and he. He didn't even take the time for a quick warm shower before getting into his work clothes, some still unwashed ripped jeans with paint stains and a white t-shirt. But damn, it was so fucking early; he dropped back on the bed to breathe a bit. He rubbed his head on Niels' shoulder, like a cat, and scooted closer to wrap his arms around him.
He would need to leave… but he didn't want… not now…
But feeling he was almost getting back to sleep, he kissed the Norwegian's neck, caressed his stomach and left. Oh yes, he had kept himself worried all night until a couple of hours before Niels had came back… But he couldn't have waited him all night…
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Niels woke the next day around noon. The house was still empty, and he feared that maybe Eirik had left, disgusted with Niels. But he pushed that aside before he started picking and cleaning around the house. Like before he cooked dinner for the other two and took very little for himself. Once again he dressed himself in his brother's clothing, though Eirik came home and noticed grumbling and telling Niels he needed to wash his own clothes.
He waited patiently for Mathias to return, just to spend a little time with the Dane. For some odd reason he had an itch he wanted to scratch, or in his case he wanted to kiss and touch the man. Those feel good feelings were still humming threw his body and he wanted to celebrate with the Dane. One more night. Niels sat there on the couch thrumming his nails on the fabric with a small smile on his lips.
But as eight started to turn to nine, Niels began to worry if Mathias were going to show up again or not. Grabbing his phone, Niels texted Mathias, asking where he was and how the money hunt was going.
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While working on that shit of an apartment building, everything had been going so well. Everything had been going according to the Dane's plan with the best timing. Everything…
Except for one.
Around six in the evening, Mathias had to break a wall and he discovered bad foundations behind them. He was willing to simply hide them and make like he had never see them, simply finished the work he had planned, but the landlord had seen them and wanted the Dane to fix that. He had argued with the guy that one man couldn't work alone on foundations and that it was to be a one or two weeks work with at least five guys on the site, and that Mathias really needed his money before the next day, that it was very very important. But the man wasn't willing to pay him in advance. He didn't want to listen, he wanted the job to be done and THEN pay him.
And so, the Dane had gone into trying to call some connections he had that were willing to help him on the site and maybe lend him money to cover some debts he had, but no one was willing to help, no one wanted to come in this hole and make no money. And so, after around 3 hours of arguing and such with the landlord and FUCK co-workers, Mathias had gave up and it was in the car that he receive his text from the Norwegian.
Not even caring to answer, he parked himself, furiously went up the stairs and almost stumbled in the apartment to throw his coat on a chair and kick the door shut.
"I'm sorry Niels," he said in a hoarse voice, rubbing his dust covered face with dust covered hands, "Fucking bastard," he grunted in his hands.
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Niels heart fell and he stared coldly at the floor, stiffly not looking at Mathias. He knew what had happened. Mathias didn't get the money. Sighing heavily, Niels cradled his head. He really had thought things were going well. Picking up his bag he walked up to Mathias, with an idea in his mind. "After tonight and tomorrow I am done. But don't wait up for me okay?" he kissed Mathias on the lips.
"I probably won't be back until late tomorrow. But I'll have that money." he said in a sing song voice. That rich man he had boned with earlier this week, he just had to find him again. That, and if Niels wasn't there to pay Berwald, then well he could just say that he missed him on accident. It was far better than saying he didn't have the money and falling deeper into debt.
He walked downtown as usual and looked for the rich man. When spotted, Niels believed that he had turned things around.
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Mathias couldn't believe he had been too stunned to let Niels leave and make all the money alone… He wanted to beat himself to death for this. He had said Niels he would help him and yet he hadn't. Throwing his clothes away, he took a shower and went to bed to nervously sleep his entire night.
He was worried, deeply worried about him…
He woke up early the next morning into an empty bed. Yes, Niels had told him he wouldn't come back… and damn, knowing that, he knew he would see him back all trashed again; the thought made him tremble. Still, that day, he went in higher town to find himself a suitable contract for after Niels' was done with his debt. At least, they would live a more suitable life after this…
Though, just like he though, no one was willing to take him either alone or in a higher grade than apprentice. He knew he would have to get his father's approval on paper to get into this.
Thus, he get back to the apartment with empty hands and waited for Niels to come back home.
Right on the clock, Berwald was back with the knowledge Niels didn't have the money. Oh, he simply knew he hadn't. So, standing beside his car, he texted the Norwegian, telling him to come down and bring him his money.
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Niels was sitting in the bathroom emptying the last of his cocaine in straight row. Him and his rich friend were about to go for another round when he heard his phone vibrate. Berwald. He almost wanted to say shit, but he knew the man would arrive at his place eventually. Defiantly, Niels texted back, 'I'm with a client. Come back later.'
Oh he was sure Berwald would be pissed to hell. But Niels set his price he wanted for his two day trip with this guy, and it was the remaining money he needed. So tossing his phone back into his bag and snorting up his line of cocaine, Niels strutted out of the bathroom, trying to look as sex as he possibly could.
All he could think of were sex, money, and the wonderful supply of alcohol and drugs this man was supplying him. Berwald and his reaction were the furthest things from his mind.
Xxx
Receiving back the Norwegian's text, Berwald wasn't impressed, though, he was quite pissed. Really pissed off. But the Norwegian knew how he worked and the text didn't show it, sadly for him. No money now? Sure, he'll come back later…
Without waiting, Berwald stepped back in his car and left. He wouldn't come back later… but someone would; maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but certainly before he scheduled next visit.
Hours passed where Mathias was wandering in the apartment, drinking on one and two and three beers. He didn't feel angry at all; he was sick worried though! Niels had told him he would come back late… but, when was late? He would stand to look at the window down the street and come back to the couch to wait a little more. Any little sound he would hear would make his ears perk like a dog waiting for his master, but it would never be Niels. Once, he spotted a guy that seemed to wait in front on the building, but paid him no heed.
He waited for Niels. Their last, very last, night of worries would be soon finished and he wanted to finish it with him, either cuddling or trying to fix the trashed man, which he hoped he wouldn't…
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Niels stumbled up the stairs, not because he was horridly trashed, but because he was out of it enough that rushing up the stairs quickly was too hard for his mind to coordinate. He wanted to reach his door, sit on the couch and count out all 12000 kroner in front of Mathias smugly showing he didn't need the Dane's help after all.
Sure, Niels did appreciate the offer was nice, but Niels had been on his own for far too long. Opening his door, he made sure not to fall over as it swung open. There, like he suspected was Mathias, sitting in front of a stack of beer. His brain told him to approach with caution. Niels vaguely remembered the violence that Mathias had shown. The man looked worried, as if he was expecting Niels to fall over and wretch out his guts. But smoothly as he could manage, Niels walked over to Mathias and leaned down kissing him hotly on the lips.
"I got the money." he whispered with a slight mirth.
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Mathias took some seconds to understand and realise what Niels had said, his brain warmed up by the alcohol, and he giggle, flashing a bright smile to the Norwegian while holding him in his arms and returned the kiss.
It was over.
All the Dane's worries slowly faded away and he plopped himself back on the couch while holding Niels tightly in his arms like he didn't want him to leave ever again. Which was still the case… He was so glad it was over.
Loosing his embrace on the man, he leaned to peck his lips, "As soon as ye give the money, ye'll stop all of this, I'll find a good profitable job and ye'll take a loooong good break, as much time as ye need to gain some weight, and we'll move outta here. Eventually, we'll buy a house, send Eirik to a university, and have a dog and children…" he said in his drunken daze and noticed the confused look on the Norwegian's face.
"Let me dream…" he finished, winking, and kissed the man again. He tasted like alcohol and sex, but damn… he almost didn't mind… Almost…
"Just take a shower…" he said, turning the head with a slight chuckle.
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Niels kissed Mathias' forehead one last time, feeling smug and proud. Though, he did find it funny that Mathias just prattled on an everyday girlish fantasy on him. Kids? Niels could never see himself with kids. Eirik was pretty much his kid anyway. How long had he been raising him because his parents were unfit to do so? Probably since he was nine years old.
Flipping on the shower he quickly washed himself. After two days of constant sex, drugs, and who knows what, Niels was exhausted. Plus after knowing that he didn't have to go back and work the streets anymore, his body felt light. Those tense muscles that Mathias often massaged loosened in the first time in years. It made him feel great. Or was that the cocaine talking? Niels wonder if Mathias was going to try and make him stop his addiction. Frowning, Niels wasn't so sure if he really wanted to stop. He loved the feeling, something Mathias would probably never realize.
Hopping out of the shower, he quickly dried himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist and exiting.
Xxx
Yeah, Mathias had decided he would soon contact his father so he could fax him some authorization or references that he needed to be hired on building sites as a normal carpenter and not some apprentice. He wasn't an apprentice and he didn't want that low pay. He wanted to give the best he could to Niels and he would. In the end, he wasn't made for studies even if he would really love to teach young children… though, Mathias was far to be made for school's theory. He was more of a field guy, learning by making it and he knew he could be real good with children without a diplomat.
Though, society didn't want of people like him, categorising him of lazy or dumb. He was far to be lazy, but they were probably right about the 'dumb'.
The first thing he wanted to do was find a job, next was to help Niels get out of the drug circle and in the end leave this place, which had a really bad influence on the Norwegian, and he feared it would eventually come on Eirik's head too. By the time his father would make all the papers ready for his son, Mathias would get himself a job downtown for rapid money, to be able to live until he would get the things he needed to go uptown.
While waiting for Niels to come out the shower, Mathias had fallen asleep on the couch, lying on his side with his face in a blanket. Worrying like this had made him really exhausted, and now that everything was almost over, he could sleep on his two ears.
Xxx
When Niels woke up he felt that painful pulsing headache and his mouth tasted like shit. Groaning he burrowed his head deeper into his pillows. He didn't want to move, Niels wanted to be lazy the rest of his life. Smiling into his pillow he hummed happily knowing as soon as he woke up he could erase all of those numbers of his clients. Never would he have to bend over for money.
Though, he would still be doing so if it wasn't for the Dane next to him. Groggily he tried to remember how he and Mathias had gotten onto this path. After all he had turned down Mathias at the beach. Yet the man pursued him unwavering. Wrapping an arm around Mathias, he felt lightness in his chest. At this moment, Niels felt truly happy.
Brushing the hair out of Mathias' eyes he couldn't help but feel thankful to the man. Yet he would never show it or say it. Slowly and gently, Niels pulled himself out of Mathias' grip and went into the kitchen. There he started breakfast even though it was well past noon. The least he could do was make the man some breakfast and let him eat in bed. It took Niels a few minutes to figure out what he was going to make from the lack of food. But eventually he found something. Niels felt immense guilt knowing that he hadn't supplied Eirik with food.
Xxx
Mathias was slowly taken out of his peaceful slumbers by the scent of food. He hadn't eaten during his hours of worries the previous last night. Having his stomach filled with beer and his senses numbed, but now, he felt a big urge to piss, drink and eat. Slipping out of the bed butt naked, he stumbled into the kitchen to embrace the Norwegian from behind and give him a hungry kiss on the neck before fleeing to the bathroom.
When he was done, he returned in the living room to put on some boxers and jeans before going back to the kitchen and take back his spot behind Niels and gently caress his stomach and sides while he was clearly busy cooking. But he didn't care… just like Niels, he felt extremely happy and relieved.
"I'm gonna contact my dad for papers I need and prolly next week I'll have a good job…" he said in a hoarse morning voice.
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Niels turned with a slight confused look. This was the first time he heard about Mathias talk about papers. "What type?" he inquired dully, his body was still reacting to the last few day's actions. Filling a plate of food, Niels handed it to Mathias. Come to think of it, Niels had no idea what Mathias did before coming to Norway. It was clear he didn't simply leave his country after high school to attend college. The man was slightly too old for that.
Leaning on his hands Niels gave Mathias a good long look. The past few months Niels had never really looked at the man, always keeping him at a distance. Mathias had broad strong shoulders that did not belong to a simple student. And remembering all of his touches in the past, his hands were too rough to be from simple labor. Not that Niels was complaining.
"You still have your place right?" he yawned. "We should go over there and have a little time to ourselves. I'm sure Eirik doesn't wanna hear us again." he said offhandedly.
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The Dane gave the other man a cocky smirk as he hungrily took a bite of his food, leaning on the counter, "Papers so it's easier for me to find a job… things that prove I'm not incompetent and such, my dad will know what I'm talkin' 'bout," he said vaguely, not really wanting to come into real details. He could forget how he rarely spoke about him, preferring to hear other people's story and simply go forward without looking in the past. Oh, he did often remember his past, but he didn't like to speak about it, neither saying what he did in life and all that stuff… it wasn't important for him. The most important was the result.
"Yep, would be a good idea," Mathias replied, winking as he giggled, putting more food down his throat to fill his stomach as quickly as possible, "And we might need to go at the grocery before comin' back, huh?" he said, having taken a look at the fridge earlier, "Don't wanna starve…" he mocked, finishing his plate as he stretched forward and left a messy kiss on the man's cheek before putting his plate aside as scratching his hair.
Xxx
Niels frowned, "If you have the money. I have exactly 12000 kroner." he pointed out gruffly, making it obvious he wasn't going out to get another 200 kroner so there would be groceries in the house. Eating his own plate, Niels had to pace himself. This was usually his once a day meal, but he wanted to extend his eating habits to two plates of food per day. Just from three bites and Niels felt full. But Mathias glared at him when Niels pushed aside his mostly uneaten food to the side.
Picking at his plate he idly chatted as he slowly consumed his food. Niels had to tell his body to keeping eating though his stomach felt so stretched. No longer wanting to eat he stood and walked over the couch, putting away the bed. "When do you want to go over there?" he asked suddenly, hoping it would get Mathias' mind off the amount of food Niels had eaten. Niels would truly try to improve himself. But it wasn't for Mathias' sake, but only for Eirik. The Dane didn't need to know that though.
Xxx
"We can also pick up the food I have in my own fridge," the Dane said in a chuckle, despite he knew he had a little something in an envelope somewhere in his room, some extra he had kept to pay his bills, but never enough for Niels' debt.
"But yeah, we go whenever ye're ready babe," he said, walking join the Norwegian in the living room to pull on a dark t-shirt and find some socks. Yeah, he needed to clean his laundry, "I'll bring some more stuff at the same time if we come back tonight," he added, fetching his dirty clothes to at least put them in his bag and not turn the living room into something like his dumb of a bedroom in his own apartment.
And he thought, "We could eventually move in my own apartment, don't ye think?" he proposed, "The neighbourhood is less… disturbin'"
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Niels nodded. Though thinking about depending fully on Mathias disturbed him. It was bad enough that the man wanted to help him financially, but to move in with Mathias. "I'll bring it up with Eirik." he said passively.
He slipped into more comfortable clothing, throwing off Eirik's poor abused clothing. The teen would most likely be upset to find his jeans covered in a rainbow of different stains. All of which Niels never wanted to tell him where they came from. Automatically, Niels went for his book bag but stopped. He didn't need to bring it with him because he was out of cocaine and he didn't need its supplies because he wasn't out to sell himself. The thought made his heart pound and his palms itch. The fact he wouldn't be getting high that night made the blood rush to his ears in a roar.
Trying to get his mind off his predicament, Niels fished out his phone and slipped it in his pocket. That's all he needed. His body felt light. "I'm ready to go." he said in a strained voice.
Xxx
Fetching his wallet and discarded phone to put them in his back pocket, Mathias gave the Norwegian a tender smile and stretched the arm to grab his hand, "Let's go," he simply said and they left, shouting at Eirik they would be out for the day. At least, for a moment, the boy wouldn't have the same stress as Mathias to not know where his brother was; he knew he was with the Dane, and this only though, even for Mathias, was soothing. He wasn't away God-knew-where seeking for a money fuck with a line of coke deep in the nose.
They took the Dane's car, and all the while to Mathias' apartment, the Dane couldn't keep his right hand to himself and grabbed Niels' one, gently caressing it while keeping his eyes on the road and its many pedestrians.
When they finally got to Mathias', the first thing he said while stepping in was, "If ye're hesitatin' 'bout movin' in 'cause of the mess, I swear, I'll make somethin' out of it! I'm sure there's more space somewhere under the stuff."
He chuckled, closing the door behind the Norwegian and rapidly went to his room to fetch a bag and take his clothes, either the dirty and clean ones, and when he was done, he threw the bag next to the door and sighed.
"What now?" he cockily said, turning to face the Norwegian and sensually grabbed his hips.
Xxx
Running his hands over the Dane's chest, Niels gave him a sly look before whispering, "Oh I think you know what." Leaning in he pressed his lips against Mathias'. After leaving Mathias after quick heated sex a few days ago, he felt like he had to make amends. Besides, Niels believed it was hide tide that he had sex with someone without benefiting in some way.
Breaking it, he flattened his hands on Mathias' chest smiling wickedly. "You're up for it right?" Niels should ask, after all he had just came in from carousing for two days. If he was in Mathias' shoes, Niels wouldn't be so keen on sleeping with himself. "If not we can just watch another movie."
Xxx
Mathias slowly shook the head and leaned to kiss the man's forehead, "Ye need a whole lot of rest babe, I can wait," he whispered, reminding himself of what Niels' ass looked like after his trashed night with the rich man. He didn't want to go in there a second time, especially if he were to hurt him. Clearing his throat, he said, looking away, "We'll both need a check up." He was pretty sure he was himself clean, previously having sex with people while always protecting himself, but eventually, he would love to have unprotected sex with Niels… especially since guys couldn't get pregnant, it would be even better without a rubber.
Dragging Niels on the couch, he turned on the TV and stood to put on a movie and settled back with the Norwegian in his arms, "Relax," he whispered, almost pleading him. Smiling, he kissed the man's lips and whispered, mockingly, "No sex for ye for at least two weeks," he chuckled, knowing himself wouldn't tough that long…
Xxx
Niels frowned extremely disappointed and almost felt insulted about the obvious STD check up Mathias wanted. But he gritted his teeth and eventually got over it before snuggling down against Mathias. "There is no way I am lasting two weeks." he vocalized loudly. He would give Mathias a few days then he would force the man even if he had to tie the man to a chair. The idea made him smirk and his body twitch.
His eyes focused on the TV and before he knew it, Niels' eyes began to feel heavy. Mathias was right, he really did need sleep. Niels felt the other man's hand start stroking his hair. Sliding his eyes shut, he felt his body go weightless. Before he knew it, he fell back into a deep sleep.
Xxx
Berwald knew Niels would be there. Or well, that's was what he thought since the prostitute was supposed to pay him his 12000 kroner, and when he said he would come later, he wouldn't wait another week before coming back to get paid. And this time, he wasn't the one to come back to the whore's apartment.
He had waiting for this too long. He should have decided to do it long time ago, the very first time Niels had showed up too much faith into him. The Swede was disgusted over the Norwegian's attitude and, for him, he was nothing more than a big he needed to crash. Though, he hadn't planned on killing his former friend, he wasn't that bad; only scaring him enough for he would think twice before playing with Berwald's patience.
He hired a big armed German, a guy he knew for quite some time. A mercenary called Ludwig. He would have never think those kind of guy still existed, but everything was possible these days. He had briefly described Niels, thinking he didn't need that much explanation since anyone could smell a prostitute from miles. He simply wanted him to be harmed, enough to 'cause good damage and very certainly keep him away from work for a certain time. He hadn't planned on raising his debt, it was high enough this way, and the disfiguring would be kind of a payoff to the Swede.
And so, the mercenary walked up the stairs, wearing gloves and handing a baseball bat. He had several other weapons in his clothes, such as knives and guns, which were completely invisible when one wasn't touching.
He gently knocked at the door. He knew how to work. If there were to be anyone else, he would kick them out and work to make them shut them mouth about the whole incident. It was his job after all, he was paid for that.
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Eirik had just arrived home from a friends and turned on his shooting game when he heard the knock. Grumbling as he watched his guy die from the knocking he stood and swung the door open, forgetting to look threw the peep hole. When it revealed a very menacing man with a bat, Eirik wanted to slam the door shut. He attempted to do so but the man's boot stopped him from doing so.
"W-What do you want?!" his voice cracked. Eirik looked wide eyed with fear as he scrambled back further into the apartment. "I-I don't have any money... just move to the next apartment." Ever since he and his brother had moved to this neighborhood, Eirik had this strange fear that this would eventually happen, and he was sure he was about to be mugged. Stumbling further back he tumbled into the shelf he always kept his knife when he answered the door late at night. Gripping the handle, Eirik was ready to pounce on the man.
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Ludwig looked down at the boy for a long moment to make sure he was the one his employer had hired him for. The physical description fitted for most of it, though, he seemed rather young… really young in fact to be a cocaine addict. And he didn't really look like one, not that the German was an expert, but he knew some signs and there weren't any.
But he desperately needed the money, and the Swede had told him that Niels would be there at this time. It was him for sure.
That scared expression on the boy's face would be a sign to anyone that Eirik had nothing to do with this, that he was an innocent person, but in the drilled German's head, it meant the other way around; that he knew what was going on and simply didn't believe it. Just like everyone he had beaten up before.
Then, out of nowhere, the big German swung his bat on the boy's hand to keep him from taking that knife at him and swung another shot on his arm, violently shoving him on the side with a loud crack and scream. The boy stumbled and fell on the floor, screaming in pain as he German leaned and grabbed his foot to drag him back to him. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, Ludwig lifted the little man and threw him on the wall strongly enough to make his head violently smash it, leaving him limp and shaky back on the floor.
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His body screamed for him to react, but the roaring in his head made him disoriented and his right arm was stinging in pain. He could feel the intruder drag him on his floor towards him and he could see the bat being lifted to hit him once more. Oh dear god, was he going to die? Eirik thought with wide eyes. His body jolted at the realization and his legs kicked as hard as they could, landing a shot in the man's middle. It was enough for Eirik to pull free for a moment. He needed something, anything, Eirik needed that knife.
Eirik could see the blade on and just needed to reach it. Why had he opened the door without it? Every time he did at night he always had. The first time Mathias had came over Eirik had it in his hand. What was he thinking? What was he thinking?
Before his hand could reach up and grab the weapon, Eirik felt all of his air escape his lips before extreme pain erupted from his spine. His vision clouded with spots and he fought to keep himself alert. But being beaten with a bat repeatedly was knocking the sense out of him. He could feel several blows to his legs, his bones cracking, lacerations appearing on his skin and he began to bleed. During all of this, Eirik couldn't help but ask why it was happening. Was this guy a psycho who lived in their apartment building and picked Eirik because of some sick fetish?
Without really knowing why, Eirik knew it wasn't the case and he didn't exactly know why. He just hurt and he needed that knife to survive.
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After a moment, the German simply gave the boy one last kick in the ribs before taking a handkerchief in his pocket and wiping the blood on his bat and dropping the piece of cloth on the boy's whining body. His job was done here. He didn't need to add more; he was only paid to beat the crap out of people, not to kill them. And whatever this kid had done, which was very certainly not paying his debts, he didn't need more.
The message was now clear.
Ludwig slowly walked back to the door, stepping over Eirik's broken body before taking a rapid glance around and spotted a picture on a shelf nearby the door. He had to look twice before growing some doubts; there was someone else on that picture, someone who wasn't the boy lying down in his own blood, but who fitted quite well the description too.
But his job was done now. And he would still be paid.
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For several moments Eirik just laid there tossing his head back and forth as he tried to fight off the pain in his whole body. Eirik felt like vomiting but he his mouth was so choked in blood he could barely spat it up to keep breathing. Vaguely he could see the man at the door, looking at something. Was he going to lock the door and commence to do something even more horrific to him?
His whole body cooled at the thought. Struggling to get up and try to flee, Eirik could feel his whole body scream in pain. How many bones were broken? God he didn't know, but Eirik could feel his palm slicing in pain and he realized that his knife was cutting into his skin. Clenching it with his bloodied hand, Eirik tried his best to stabilize himself on his feet.
Without warning Eirik lounged at the man. If he could just get out the door and into public view he would be safe…
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But Ludwig wasn't deaf yet and before the boy could even reach him as he was breathing like a wounded animal, the German swung his bat around, hitting the boy on the temple and sending him unconscious on the floor, twisted in a very unpleasant position. For several seconds, the stronger man stood there, staring down at the boy to assure himself he was still alive, but time was ticking out and he needed to leave.
Dropping the bat down, the man left the place as if nothing had ever happened.
