I don't own TF2

A/N: Fair warning to those underage, this story has been rated M which means, that mature content will appear in this story eventually if not already.

Also, if I mess the translations up, please feel free to correct me. Thank you.

WARNING: Rape. If the subject is sensitive for you, then you might not want to read.

Chapter 7

Klus never remembered falling asleep on the bus. His dream was foggy for the most part. He lay on a soft, well furbished bed stomach first, completely bare of anything aside from another body above him. Both were moving at slow pleasing speeds as they groans and moaned their pleasure. During this, Klus never could catch a glimpse of his dream lover's face, nor could he feel the complete weight on his back as he was pressed into the mattress, groaning a name he could not hear escape his mouth. With another thrust, Klus found himself whining weakly, not finding much pleasure at that moment. His dream lover bent down and whispered in his ear, "Всё будет хорошо " His lover cooed as he rubbed the German's hair back with a soft hand. Groaning, he placed his face into the mattress and bit the sheets. He knew that his lover was speaking words to him, but he did not hear the voice. But he could guess. His lover was Russian. Was that Misha?

"Ich verstehe nicht." He whined, face still mashed into the mattress. He felt the rumble of his lover as he purred soothing words in Klus' ear. Rocking their hips, Dream Misha continued to thrust into his smaller lover, causing Klus to buck, arch and writhe beneath him. As the movements became faster and the pleasure was building to an end, Klus arched himself further onto his lover to increase the feeling, wanting to to last, his head lifting up with his hair in multiple directions from where Misha must have gabbed and played with it earlier. With both faces red and becoming more vocal as they went along, Klus opened his mouth to scream as his climax had been reached. "Ich liebe dich!"

"Dude! Wake up!" Jumping, Klus' eyes opened wide as he dropped his coat and scarf on the floor, scanning around. He was still on the bus and night had fell upon them. The vehicle was silent save for the snores of his team members and the engine of the bus. Klus sighed and rubbed his face with his hand before grabbing the stuff he dropped on the floor. "Dude, that sounded like some dream." Growling quietly, he set his things on the seat and turned to see the blue scout hanging over the back of his seat, staring at him, grinning like a cheeky fool. The look on the scouts face only made Klus glare daggers at the boy.

"Was I that loud?" He questioned, face going red from embarrassment. Scout nodded slowly, head in one hand with his arm draped over the back lazily like a curtain; grin never leaving his face. "Yep," The scout answered, letting his other hand fall. "So, who was she? Was she hot?"

"W-was...?

"Was. She. Hot?" The Scout repeated, exaggerating the words, pointing his finger at him as he did so to make a point. "The girl in your dream. It sounded like you were having a good time. You bone her good?" Klus snorted. It's not like he'd tell the boy that the one in his dream getting "boned" in his dream was Klus himself and his lover was the red heavy. Who knows how the Scout would react to that. In the time they lived at that moment, being 1968, homosexuality was highly frowned upon. Should him and Misha be found out, who knows what would happen. So without giving away any information, he just nodded, humoring the boy's fantasy. "Ja..." He groaned tiredly, grabbing his watch and checking the time. 3:30 am. He turned back and grabbed the scarf Misha gave him. Folding it into a soft bundle, It made the perfect, if a bit flat, pillow and used his coat as a blanket, feeling the cold chill of the night air from Trent's window which he left slightly open.

"Hey," The Scout called quietly; the younger man was now in his seat, prodding the back of the medic's with his hand. "What'd she look like?" Closing his eyes, Klus made an effort to ignore him. But there was another prod in his back. "C'mon, doc. Tell me." Now the boy was whining. "Go to sleep, child." Klus ordered dully. The young man was grumbling behind him. "Not a child." was all that the boy said for the rest of the night. Soghing contently, the fog of sleep once again fell over him. Even with the cool air blowing on him, the embarrassment of being caught having a wet dream, kept his face red and warm all night.

OOO

The bus stopped at a gas station the next day. Everyone tumbled out of the vehicle all groggy and grumpy save for Soldier who hopped off shouting "WHOEVER HAS TO SHIT, DO IT NOW!" Before running to the gas stations bathroom. Everyone, including Klus groaned loudly as their bodies visibly sag. Dell, stepped up, tossing his helmet back into the bus he started for the gas station. "I'll take the fall, fellas. Got some air spray with me too. Easing a little, the team all headed for the building to pick up snacks and other items they might need for another days trip. Grumbling, the medic just passed the pumps when two arms grabbed him and yanked him around to the side of a very familiar truck. Next think Klus knew, he was held tenderly in two large arms and a kiss was placed to his temple. Smiling, Klus looked to the happy yet worn face of Misha.

"Was worried about you." Misha purred and placed another kiss to Klus' brow. "Couldn't even sleep, thinking about you all night." The blue medic chuckled slightly, hesitatingly placed a gentle kiss to the manly chin of his partner, liking the strange feeling that came with it. The gesture placed a grin on Misha's already smiling face. Looking Klus up and down, he held the end of the scarf in his huge hands. "You're wearing it." the giant purred, pleased. "I didn't think you'd like it."

Klus grinned, holding the large hand. "Ja. I found myself attacted to it. It keeps me warm."

"That's good then. How was your night?"

Klus gave a meek laugh, rubbing his eye with the back part of his palm. "Looking at you, not much better than yours." He chuckled. "Our Demoman left the window open. If it weren't for the scarf and my coat, I would have froze."

"At least you weren't driving."

"Nein. Soldier was. But he's a very good driver and the only one dedicated enough to stay awake all night so I can't complain. Dell's taking a turn driving us."

"Any problems with Vlad?"

Klus hummed and snuggled into the warm arms that held him. "Not recently. I've been trying to stay away from him." The arms tightened around him and the Russian rubbed his face in Klus' black hair, inhaling softly. "That's good. How's Mask doing?" another hum escaped from the smaller man. "She's fine. She doesn't like the noise the bus makes but she's fine."

"Would you like me to bring her?"

Klus pulled away with concerned eyes. "Would you have time to hand her back to me?"

Misha nodded. "Da. I can drop her off when I can. If I can't right away, I can care for her. She is not first feline I care for." Klus bit his lip. "Well...If you're sure. She can be a handful. And it would do her good to be away from Vlad for a few days."

"So you want to go get her?" The heavy asked. The medic nodded and pulled out of the warm arms, shivering at the sudden cold. "I will go get her while everyone is gone." Placing a soft peck on the heavy's chin, he whispered a soft "Auf Wiedersehen." In which Misha kissed his nose and responded with "Помни, я всегда рядом" Even though he didn't know Russian, Klus got the idea and smiled as he went to get Mask.

OOO

With Mask, safely strapped in Misha's van, he watched his partner drive away with what snacks that he had bought for the trip. It wasn't until the green van was out of sight, did Klus go into the building only to come face to face with Soldier's helmet covered face. "You set, Cupcake?" The gruff voice of the Solder raked against Klus' spike like nails on a chalkboard. "Not yet, I still have to get some food." He wasn't hungry but he might as well if they were going to spend another day on the road.

"Hurry it up then! Can't let the enemy beat us to the base!" Taking out his riding crop, Soldier smacked Klus' ass before running out of the building at an alarming speed, leaving Klus in a stunned state, holding his ass where he got slapped. Dell, with his arms full of already paid for food, came up to the medic, chuckling. "You ok, doc? Lookin' a bit out of your element."

"He just- I – he-" Dell laughed and patted the medic's shoulder; quickly grabbing the food he almost dropped. "Don' worry about it too much, Klus. That just means he likes ya'."

Klus blinked, a little scared at the idea of the Soldier becoming fond of him. "W-was...?" a familiar statement from last night on the bus.

"Yeah." The engineer stated with a grin. "Don't be so frightened. It's nothing to worry about. Hurry and get your food before the rest buys it all."

"Yes," a thrid voice broke into the conversation. Both Dell and Klus looked around and spotted Vlad standing there in one of the isles, inspecting a bag of large pretzels, ignoring the camera on the ceiling. "Hurry up, Мой маленький питомец. We wouldn't want something to happen to you." Then Vlad turned and gave such a maniacal grin that it sent chills down both of the other blue's spines. With that said, the giant man placed the bag back on the shelf and walked passed the two, pinching Klus' leg painfully, causing him to yelp and slap the hand, as he went out.

The two stared at the door that Vlad went out with doe eyes, Klus' hand rubbing the area that Vlad pinched. Finally, after a while, Dell shivered, his food bags rattling as he moved. "Whoo. That guy gives me the creeps." The medic nodded slowly, worried eyes never leaving the door as he continued to rub his leg. "Ja." He agreed. "Me too." Removing his hand, he rubbed his neck. "Hey." The mechanic piped up, pointing to Klus' mechanical arm. "You're using that more." Curious, he removed his arm away from his neck and was surprised. It was his new arm. The one that he was having problems using yesterday. "Look at that." He chirped, flexing his fingers, joy filling him as he watched the digits moving. "I didn't even know I was doing that."

The mechanic stayed quiet as he watched the scene play, noticing the slight jerking the limbs make. "I can make the movement a bit smoother. Fix that squeak it's making too."

"I'd like that." Klus agreed, eyes not leaving his hand. Dell just continued to smirk. "Come on. Tell me what you want. I'll pay for you."

OOO

"Oi! Medik! Do ya' Think ya' can spare a bit o' them pretzel bites? I can give ya' some of me special scompy!" Trent had plopped himself beside the blue medic with a bottle of alcohol in hand as a trade. Klus just made a face but handed over the cup of pretzel bites (A/N: BTW, pretzel bites are usually found in a mall, not a gas station. THEY TASTE AMAZING! Ok, back to the story.) to him. "Keep your alcohol." He said bitterly "Just, here." Watching as Trent whooped with his arms in the air before he started eating them. Klus just smiled at the childish behavior and went to reading the book he packed with him for the trip. It was a boring novel but I was better than staring out the window like the Pyro was or listening to the same kind of music over and over like the Scout was as he stared out the window with ear buds in his ears.

He was halfway in his book when he spotted Vlad coming over from the corner of his eye. To afraid to watch what was about to happen, he brought the book closer to his face. "Move." Vlad demanded with a horrible rumble in his throat. Trent paused in his eating to glare at the giant, fearless of the large Russian man standing beside him. "Nah!" The demo cackled as he went back to eating. Vlad responded by baring his teeth. "I said to move, little man!"

Trent stood up, fed up with the Russian. "I said 'Nah' Ya daft pansy!"

"You shut your mouth!" This time, Vlad had grabbed the front of the demo's green shirt. "Or I make you." Blowing a raspberry, Trent laughed as his spit went everywhere in Vlad's face. "It's 'cos I'm Black! Isn't it?! Haven't had to deal with a black Scotsman did ya'?! I can best you anytime!"

"Trent!" The blue Sniper piped up from the back. "Keep it down, mate. Tryin' ta' sleep." The Demoman snorted in retaliation. "Ih will not! I have a right ta' stay in me seat!" he turned his head back to the heavy. "And his blubbery arse ain't gonna change a thing!"

"Yeh, but we ain't gonna get any piece. Just come over here. Just for a bit."

Mentally, Klus was begging the fearless demoman to deny and stay here. Other than Misha, Trent was the only one who would stand up to the giant. Grumbling and cursing, Trent was lowered to the ground and he tumbled his way to the Sniper's seat in the back, cursing out the giant from there, who was ignored. The medic could feel his heart race and his stomach tightened as the heavy sat down beside him close enough to have Klus squished to the window. Once seated, Vlad roughly tore the book from his hands and grabbing his chin, forcing him to look at the Russian. "So." Vlad began, glaring at Klus. "I hear that you and my brother have come to know each other." Klus gulped at his dangerous tone.

Bending down until their noses touched, Vlad continued. "Next stop. You pray like you never prayed before." The Medic hugged himself when the giant released him and got up to go back to his seat, leaving Trent to grumble as he trotted back to sit beside Klus again. "Finally, the fat bastard, son of a whore." The Scotsman cursed before taking a swig from his bottle. "Tellin' me ta' move. The nerve."

He did pray. For what it was worth. Misha had made it clear that his brother was dangerous and that wasn't a warning that Klus was going to throw off. The bus stopped at small town at 12:45 so that everyone could get out and stretch their legs and have fun for a good few hours. At this point, When Trent got off the bus, completely drunk and stumbling, Klus stuck with him. Because drunk or sober, the demo was a fierce fighter and there was no way that Vlad would pick a fight with a man, known to take down Misha who was bigger and stronger than him. The town was pretty bare on the streets and the lights were dim. Klus, as he looked around whole following the Demo, thought bitterly "This is just like the town I left to join Blue. Always going to bed around ten each night." before he had a sudden horrified realization when he read a sign they passed and saw multiple familiar stores. "This IS the town I left! My house is just five minutes away from here!"

"Ahhh, lad. I got ta' piss. Where's the nearest pub?" Klus rolled his eyes at the question. If he hadn't known the man, he would have wondered why he's need the bar's bathroom when there was a store across the street that was going to be open another five minutes? And it was because he knew the man was that he made the worst mistake of his life. He led Trent to the local bar. It was a horrible place to be at night since there was little to no lights around the area aside from its sign and over the door and inside. Klus had always found the place distasteful so instead of going inside with Trent, he remained outside, sitting on the steps in the dim light with his head in his hands, sighing. He really had nothing to do. Maybe he could stop by his house for a bit. But his nosy neighbors thought he was at war, which he was but not the kind they thought he was. They would see who was going into his house and when they find out he was back, but only for a few hours, there'd be a lot of questions that he was not obligated to answer.

Shivering, he clutched his scarf as the cold wind of approaching winter blew on him. Thinking back on Vlad's threat earlier, he held himself. Really, he didn't want to know what the giant Russian had meant when he made it. The thought left a cold feeling on his insides. Deciding that he should go inside, he stood, only to be grabbed from behind. On hand covered his mouth and the other held his arms tightly against him as he was dragged out from the light. Wiggling in the hold he attempted to scream but because of the hand, his cries only came out as muffles. His neck was met with sudden warm breaths which made him silent and freeze.

"So..." It was Vlad! Vlad who held him tightly and kept him silent. "Did you pray?" Crying out and thrashing in the heavy's hold, he was dragging into an ally and forced to the ground, twisted in an angled where if he moved, it would hurt. Vlad gave a cruel laugh at the defenseless man under him as he ripped the pants off of his hips. "My, my. Doctor. No underwear? I am surprised." he laughed as Klus whimpered when he felt the scarf torn from his neck, luckily undamaged but now dirty on the ground. Next was his coat then his shirt. Glasses still on his face but bare of everything else, Klus was forced on his back, and his legs spread. Kicking and screaming, he shut his eyes ignoring that Vlad had taken his own member from his pants and forced himself between the medic's kicking legs. Despite his screaming, Vlad placed his free hand on Klus' face, with a look of mock pity he stated "I warned you."

The pain as Vlad shoved his member into the smaller medic, burned. Tears flowed from his eyes as he was violated. Unlike his dream, this wasn't pleasurable. He could feel himself tearing on the inside. No longer able to kick, his legs stretched in the air, frozen and whimpers followed the screaming. With Vlad's hand on his mouth, Klus could only beg mentally for help as the heavy settled himself inside him. Above him, Vlad groaned in pleasure at the unwilling body beneath him, looking down and glaring at the medic. "Look at me!" He demanded harshly. Klus shoot his head, crying. He didn't want to watch as he was being fucked on the cold ground. He didn't want to see the face of Vlad when it should have been Misha who he was sharing his body with. The hands left his head and a fist made contact with his face, breaking his nose as blood spewed from in and flew in every direction. "Look at me!" Vlad repeated, giving a rough thrust into him, tearing him from the inside even more. Once again, Klus chose to shake his head, crying more as the blood leaked into his mouth and onto his teeth, turning he head to avoid more blood going in.

Another blow to the head and more harsh thrusts into his body had him staring up at Vlad as he raped him. Tears stained Klus' glasses and burned his eyes as it went on. His throat became sore from crying, screaming, and begging. The whole thing seemed like it would go on for hours until finally, the giant's body seized up and a warmth filled him. Klus had no energy to continue sobbing or screaming. He could only lay there, limp and boneless, his arms gripping Vlad's now dropped to the ground, bruises littered his body and Vlad's arm where Klus' mechanical arm had grabbed him. The giant wasn't easy when he yanked out of him nor did he attempt to apologize as he tucked himself back into his pants. All he did afterward was give the German a nasty grin and walk out with only a few words to remember. "You are a whore."

Vlad was long gone by the time Klus could even think. And as his blank mind filled itself with the event that happened, he found himself crying all over again, curling into a ball as semen leaked from him. He just lay there, sobbing, not having the energy to stand up.

"Lad?" He didn't look up to see who it was. "Lad, wha' happen' ta' ya?" The voice was so remorseful and a thump beside him had him looking up to the one who found him. Trent sat there with a remorseful eye. It was that look that had Klus throwing himself in Trent's arms and burying his face in the demoman's shirt. The man responded my holding his arms gently, like he was afraid that the German would run off in fear. "Come on, Lad. Let's go get you cleaned up. Then I'm gonna find that son of a whore and keel him fer ya." Klus didn't respond. He just kept on crying.

OOO

Trent had booked a hotel for the night. He also called the team and told them that they couldn't leave tonight. He gave no reason why, but the rest agreed hesitantly. Klus felt empty. He had stopped feeling after he had scrubbed himself raw in the tub But here he was, sitting on the bed, arms wrapped around his legs and his face buried in his knees. Borrowing Trent's blue soft cotton pajama pants and black tank top to sleep in. Trent made as little noise as a drunk man could opening the door, bringing in a bag of the clothes that Klus had worn earlier. His scarf was in his other hand.

"Hey, lad. I got yer, stuff. I can't do anything about them tonight. Yer scarf and clothe will have to be washed on the new base." Klus remained silent but looked up and reached for the scarf. The demoman didn't need to be told anything to understand and handed the other man the scarf. With it in hand, Klus first smelled it and humed at Misha's smell on it before clutching it close to him like a life line. But other than that, he also made no more movement. Trent sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the medic. "I'm not gonna leave ya again. I'll find the bastard that did this. You have me word."

There was no answer.

OOO

A/N: I ask myself, why did I write that in the end? Could it have been good for the story, or was it to raise awareness? Either way, rape isn't funny nor is it a joke. Rape is serious and happens to both men and women alike. It is a Horrible thing to experience and I'm glad that so far in my life I haven't had that happen to me. I want to say to those who did go through that, I am here for you and you are strong. Keep being strong people. You are survivors. Good night and until the next chapter.

Translations:

Всё будет хорошо - Everything's gonna be alright (Russian)

Ich verstehe nicht - I don't understand. (German)

Ich liebe dich – I love you (German)

Was – What (Yes, this is actually the word in German)

Auf Wiedersehen. - Goodbye (German)

Помни, я всегда рядом - Remember, I'm always next to you (Russian)

Мой маленький питомец – My little pet (Russian)