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A/N: Woot, Writing anther chapter. Thank you so much AlexBlacklight for your awesome picture of Klus and Mask. I love it some much. Once again, if there are any mistakes in translations, please correct me.
Chapter 9
It was early morning when Klus woke to Mask licking his face. Giggling, he pet her head as her rough, sandpaper tongue lapped his forehead like a mother cat does for her kittens. "I'm awake, Mask." He chuckled, opening his eyes and scratched her head, making her purr and lean into his hands. Sitting up, he held her to his chest, suddenly noticing the lack of warmth beside him. Looking to the side of the bed where Misha had resided earlier, he saw only a pillow, tucked in a way to mimic a sleeping body. Frowning, he brought Mask to his chin as he held her like a teddy bear, suddenly feeling empty and vulnerable without the red heavy there with him. "Misha?..." He called out weakly, looking around the hotel room. Feeling Mask pat his nose playfully with her paw as she meowed, he set her down on the bed and swung his legs out of the covers and bed to let his feet touch the floor, standing, hugging himself as he stood in that room. Looking around, the only real comfort beside Mask was the fact that his scarf and Misha's stuff were still there. Walking along with his feet scraping against the carpet, he explored the room with Mask at his feet, meowing before jogging off to curl on his scarf that sat in on the floor where he dropped it.
The sound of running water hit him as he neared a door opposite of the door that led to the hallway. The sound was faint but he could hear hit. He felt himself relax a little as the water was stopped and replaced by a slight squeak and Misha's humming inside the room. He didn't know why, but he just stood there, in front of the door where Misha would soon be coming through. Either naked or clothed, it didn't matter. He needed the man near. He could hear bare feet walking on the tile closing in on the door. The nob twisted and the door opened, revealing the heavy wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and water dripped from his large body as he used a smaller towel to dry his neck and face, stopping and staring with wide eyes at Klus who just stood there clutching himself.
"What's wrong, Klus?" Misha asked, lowering the towel he was using. The medic didn't answer. Instead, he just cried and rushed to the nearly naked giant, pushing his face into the hairy chest and clutched his stomach. "You weren't there." He cried. "I was all alone." The heavy overcame his shock and placed his arms around the shivering body. "Was in the shower." He whispered comfortingly. "Had thought I would get out before you woke up. Прости, солнце, я не хотел тебя обидеть." He bent and rubbed his face in the whining man's hair. "Пожалуйста, извини меня." But of course, Klus had no idea what the giant was saying. Just the feeling of the heavy's arms around him and hearing that caring voice was enough to relax him and soon enough, his tears stopped falling. Pulling away slightly, he wiped his face from the wetness that covered his cheeks.
"Es tut mir leid." He sniffed, apologetically, blinking the tears that remained away. "I did not mean to break down like that." A finger touched his lips, stopping him from speaking as he looked up into Misha's understanding eyes. "It is alright, Klus. You have had a terrible thing happen to you yesterday." the giant rumbled. "It is only natural to look for comfort and getting upset when it is not there. I should have gave you a note so you would not get as upset."
Klus gave a dry laugh as he grabbed onto Misha's arm, the giant shivering as the cold metal touched his warm arm. "Note or not, I would still be in this state after what happened." He rubbed his forehead. "I fear I may never be the same. Frightened of being alone. I won't be able to fight anymore with Vlad being on my team. Even with Trent and Dell there, I'll still be terrified like a little schmetterling."
"A what?" The Russian asked, blinking in confusion. "That is not a bad thing is it?"
"A butterfly." Klus supplied. "And no it's not. But I feel fragile like one right now." His heart fell heavy and he was sure that it showed on his face. After saying that, Klus found himself in an embrace. "You are not fragile." Stated Misha, Klus stood there dumbfounded as he blinked up at his lover. "You are strong. And I will not let him hurt you."
Klus' attention went to the wall beside them. "What can you do? You're on the red team and I am blue. I live with him 24/7." Misha said nothing, just watching Klus as he held him. Sighing in defeat, He snuggled the medic. "We will think of something." He stated before pulling away. "I need to get dressed. I will take you to your base."
"Nein." Klus interrupted quietly, trying to make a smile. "I'm here with Trent...the Demoman...He found me...last night and took me to a doctor."
"He is a good man."
"Ja, he is. I'll stay with him. He's probably awake and wondering where I am."
"Almost as if by magic, there was the sound of a door slamming and glass breaking as Trent yelled from the hall urgently. "MEDIK! WHERE TH" FOOK ARE YEH!? MEDIK! Oh meh bloody god! I can't lose him now!" And thunderous footsteps flew down the hall. With a smile, Klus rolled his eyes. "That's him. I should go." And started for the door, picking up his scarf, before pausing to look back to Misha who watched him with pleading eyes.
"Misha." He bit his lip and twisted the fabric nervously. "I need you to do another thing for me besides Mask." Taking a breath, he stepped back up to the heavy. "When we get to the base...I need you to...AH, I can't ay this." He pinched his eyes closed and bared his teeth at himself. Only the giant's tender touch to his chin make him look back into the heavy's eyes. "Tell me, солнце. I will listen." Gulping, Klus took a deep breath as his pulse quickened. "When we get to the bases and are settled...I-I need you..."
Taking another look in those eyes that resembled Vlad's eyes so much yet stuck out enough to tell who was who, he bit his lip. "Ineedyoutosleepwithme!" It all came in a rush but somehow, the giant was able to understand what was said as he pulled away blinking in shock. "Sleep with you? But after what happened-"
"Ja, ja, I know!" Klus cried, grabbing his hair in his hands tightly, threatening to pull his hair out; taking more deep, slow breaths in an attempt to calm himself down. "But...I need this."
Misha frowned, watching the medic with an intense gaze. "Klus. Your stitches. They will open back up."
Klus could feel tears burn his eyes as he glared at his lover. "I know! Okay!" He shouted, fists clenched to his sides. His yelling had startled Mask, who rand and his under the bed that Klus and Misha had slept on. Calming down, tears flooded from his eyes again. "I know. But I need this, I really do." He hugged himself again. "Last night, before I went into your bed, I could see Vlad's face, feel him inside me as he came. Heard those terrible words, calling me a whore, over and over again. I can't..." His voice broke as he began to cry again. "I need you. I need you to clean the filth he put in me. Bitte. Do this for me. Any tearing and blood, I can take care of back on the base when my medigun is returned to me." The room was silent except for the medic's crying and Misha's breathing.
After what seemed like hours, Misha pulled Klus into his arms and kissed him hungrily, shoving his tongue in the willing mouth of the blue, hearing Klus sigh in content as their tongues clashed together. Pulling away, Misha asked "Are you sure, this is what you want? We can do this now if you wish but you will be in pain all the way to the base."
The medic blinked dully. The offer was tempting. To be "cleaned" here where there was no sides to watch out for, to go through with it without fear of being caught, thrilled him. But remembering that Trent was out there looking for him with such worry and fear...Should he? "Trent." He whispered, looking up to the heavy that held him closely. "I need a message sent to him before we do this."
"That was not a yes or no."
"Bitte, Misha. No stalling."
The giant sighed. He was unsure about this, fearing that he would hurt his injured lover even more just because the medic want to feel himself being what he called "Cleaned" away from Vlad. To the red heavy, it was a foolish thing but it brought his lover such comfort and he could see it in his eyes. Would it be worth doing or would it hurt him more with Klus being in a fragile state of mind?
In the end, when it came to what the medic wanted, Misha would do. So he made that phone call to the front desk to leave a note. Telling the Blue Demoman that Klus met up with a "family member" who had connections with what they did for a living and that he would get a ride. When Misha told the woman to add that to the message, Klus gave him a look. So Misha had to explain to him. The heavy was not letting him back on that bus with Vlad. He was riding with Misha where he'd be safe. With the call made, he stared at the bed where Klus now sat, playing with the shirt he wore. Picking Mask up, he closed her in the bathroom with food, water, her blanket and a few toys; her litter box already in there. He turned back to Klus, sighing as he strode up to the man and gently pushed Klus to lay down, kissing him on his lips before switching to his neck.
With a moan, Klus smiled.
Прости, солнце, я не хотел тебя обидеть - I'm sorry, the sun. I didn't want to hurt you
солнце - The sun (It is a term of endearment)
Пожалуйста, извини меня - Please forgive me.
Es tut mir leid - I'm sorry.
A/N: Sorry this one was short. I'd make it longer but my hands are hurting right now. Next chapter will pick up where this left off so you don't have to worry about missing anything.