I don't own Team Fortress 2. I do own Klus though.

A/N: Was looking over one of my old stories and it struck me. Klus was the name I gave Holy Rome in my Hetalia story. Huh...Go figure. Sorry about any mistakes. Still no beta and I am really tired this time. Please pretend there's an accent when they talk because I can't write them. Thank you.

Chapter 11

In his sleep, Klus didn't know what to make of his dream. He wasn't sure why he was having this dream since the mere thought of sex with anyone at this point was nonexistent. It started out innocent enough. He was in a warm looking room, reading a book by the fire place as snow poured furiously outside the window, showering the ground in a blanket of blinding white. Smiling, he snuggled on his spot on the couch, resting against the arm and back of the furniture, one leg bent near his bottom whole the other lounging across the cushions, leaving his crotch open, feeling his jeans tug against his legs. Wiggling his toes, he sighed contently with a small grin on his face as he reached a dark part in his book. Laughing at something a character said in his book, he jumped as two large arms wrap around his torso. Smiling, he turned his head and kissed Misha on the lips.

"Sneaking up on me again, mein liebe?" He questioned humorously, a bubbly feeling rising from his gut at the sight of his large lover. Misha just smirked and kissed the blue medic back, grabbing the book and yanking it from his smaller lover's hands, gaining an irritated cry from Klus. "Nein! Give it back, I was almost done with that!" Klus reached for it but the heavy tossed it behind him. "Nyet. You have been reading it all morning. Is my time with you now. Book can wait." the giant rejected, kissing the medic's opened mouth to silence the words he was sure was coming from the medic's mouth. Giving in, Klus gave a little glare as Misha parted from him and stood, walking around the couch to kneel in front of the Blue.

"That wasn't fair." Klus whined, frowning at the heavy that rested his hands on the medic's legs. "I was at the best part and now I lost my place because of you." Misha laughed, picking up the bookmark that sat beside Klus' outstretched leg. "Da, I see that. But place is always there to find. I am not." He replied with a mischievous gleam in his eye. The German huffed as the giant set the bookmark on the floor, not once leaving his spot, before putting his hand back on Klus' outstretched leg. Seeing the Russian's blue eyes rake him up and down, he felt a blush reach his face. "What is it that you needed so badly that you'd yank my book away from me?" Typically, something had to be important for the giant to take something from the blue medic's hands. Misha smiled.

"I just wanted to spend time with you. Been a long time and you are so busy." Misha answered sitting up on his knees. "Missed you so much." Giving a smile, Klus placed his hand on his lovers, hating the robotic limb even more since he could not feel the warm skin of the heavy's with it. "I miss you too." He admitted, letting the Giant trace his hand up and down his outstretched leg. With that, Misha bent forward and kissed him passionately, feeling the heat suddenly pool in his gut and groin. "Mmmm...Misha..." He groaned softly, feeling the large fingers fumble with his small zipper."Here? Now?" He questioned between kisses. The heavy nodded and answered with "I need you so much, Klus. My medic." the smaller man just smiled and relaxed, sinking into the corner of the couch between the arm and the back.

Chuckling at the aggravated noises the heavy was making when he pulled away to glare at the zipper, Klus helped him and his jeans came off to show his bare skin. Shivering from the cold air, despite the fire nearby, Klus watched as Misha stood up and took his own pants off. "Put your legs the way they were before." the giant demanded lustfully. "I want to try this." giving no response, Klus complied, bending one leg near his bottom while the other rested across the cushions, back in the positions they were when the giant entered the room. The heavy bent over him, standing between the doctor's legs as he did so, and kissed Klus' neck, earning a groan from the German as his hand went to the leg stretched out and brought it up level to the medic's head. The smaller man moaned softly as he was exposed even more to the room as his lover hovered over him. Half bent, Klus felt the arm of the couch bite into his side as Misha pushed himself closer to his lover, rubbing their erections together as he did so, earning a gasp from the one under him.

Enjoying the red heavy's lips on his exposed neck, he gasped as he felt a wet object enter his opening. "AH!" He cried out. "No foreplay?" He asked, pushing the heavy away to look into the giant's eyes. "And so prepared. Did you plan this?" Misha just smiled, not giving an answer as his mouth returned to the neck, biting and kissing the skin before going up to his ear and licking it, making Klus shiver in pleasure. "I am always ready for you. I am too impatient." Chuckling, Misha shoved his finger further into his lover, earning a loud moan. "And from the looks of it, so are you." Klus grinned, not even denying the fact. Grabbing the heavy's head to place his own lips to the giant's neck, he repeated the action Misha had done to him, hearing the booming voice of the Russian to vibrate his body as he moaned, feeling the large body push against him as he worked another finger in as he began to dry thrust against the medic.

Letting out a chorus of moans as their members rubbed against each other, Misha brought the leg he was holding over his shoulder before pulling his fingers out. Whining at the loss of contact in that area, Klus watched as Misha used his free hand to lube his erection and positioning over the medic's opening. When the heavy stopped, the medic realized that he was waiting for the go ahead. Nodding eagerly, Klus closed his eyes in bliss as Misha was all to happy to slowly push into his smaller lover.

At this time, Klus was woken up by Misha with a gentle shake and a kiss on the forehead.

They stood there, side by side as they looked into the distance at their individual bases. Divided by debris, snow and fences, this was exactly what Klus was afraid of. Being so far from his lover while being forced to share a building with his rapist. He felt Misha's hand squeeze his in reassurance. Looking up to the giant, Klus could muster a small smile as he shivered from the cold. "This is it mein liebe." the medic whispered quietly, thankful that he had his pyro vision goggles on to keep the light from the snow from burning his eyes. Misha Stared down at him with sad eyes and a forced smile. The Russian nodded, squeezing the small hand in his tighter; not willing to let go just yet. Turning to face each other, Misha gently took the blue's head and kissed him tenderly on the lips, in which Klus kissed back just as softly, both enjoying their last moments together for their time here other than the battle field.

Pulling away, they pried themselves from each other as they went to their own individual bases, not looking back to each other, knowing that if they did, they'd never be able to leave. Fixing the scarf around his neck, a jolt of pain rose in his shoulder as the metal of his arm pinched a nerve for a moment. The base wasn't too far from where he had stood before as he thought. The whole thing looked just as gloomy as Dell had described it earlier. Pausing in mid step, he stared at the broken down building in worry. Had Trent said anything about earlier? Did anyone else know? What if the Demoman got into a fight with Vlad? This time, he sprinted to the base, faster than he thought he'd ever run, as his stitches pulled on his skin harshly and a wet feeling filled his ass, letting him know he was bleeding and had broken the stitches. Blood was probably staining his pants but his concern for the Demoman was overriding the thought of getting blood from his pants. Mask meowed loudly in her carrier with the quick movement.

Reaching the door, he pulled it open so roughly, letting it bang loudly against the outside wall and froze. Trent was just fine, Sitting on the couch, a lit cigarette in his mouth as he stared at Klus, frozen in place, obviously startled from the medic's entrance. Looking the Demoman over, he saw that the Scottish man's hand was gripping the handle of his sword instinctively. Sighing in relief, Trent Pulled the cigarette from his mouth and blew out the smoke he inhaled as the hand that was on his sword earlier rubbed his forehead.

"Ah, Doc. Ya wan' ta geev meh a bloody heart attack?!" Trent then Stood, slowly trudging to where Klus relaxed at the door. With his one eye, the black man grabbed Klus' shoulder. "Ya okay, lad? Ah've been worried 'bout ya since Ah left." the German could only smile softly and gave a soft chuckle. "Ja. I was actually worried about you." Klus admitted looking the other man in the eye, "I was worried that Vlad had gotten to you." AT this, Trent dropped his hand and pulled his head back and laughed.

"As eef that tub o' lard could hurt meh. Thanks fer the concern lad." Then he stopped laughing, crossing his arms as he faced the medic. "Strangest thing though. The Heavy hasn't been here. Never dared ta even show up...Why would he be after meh anyway?"

Klus inhaled sharply. That was right. Trent knew that he had gotten raped, but he forgot that the Demoman never knew who it was that did it. Now he wasn't sure how to respond. But judging from Trent's face told him that the medic didn't need to say anything by the air intake. "He did that to ya didn't he?" Klus said nothing.

"THA' BASTARD! I'm gonna keel him, make him revive then strangle him with his own intestines!"

"Nein! Please don't!" Klus cried as he slammed the door behind him before grabbing Trent's arm and holding onto it tightly. The Demoman just stared at him exasperated. "Why do you defend him?! After wot he did!" the German bit his lip as he stared into Trent's eye. Pleading to the Scottsman. "I don't want any more trouble."

"Trouble." The Demoman muttered more to himself, facing away breathing heavy in outrage. "There'll be more trouble if this isn't confronted lad. Things like this won't geet better." The medic remained silent. Realizing that he wasn't going to get an answer, Trent wrapped an arm around Klus' shoulders. "A'right. But if I so much as suspect problem wit him-" The taller man finished with a slice of a finger across his neck. "He's dead."

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What Trent had said was true. Not like he was actually hunting, but Klus couldn't find the blue Heavy anywhere and the others didn't seem to know what happened to him while they were away. Not even Dell, who was currently scowling with a black bruise covering one of his eyes that he made a weak attempt at hiding with his goggles. The Texan was sitting at the table with a mug in his hand. The blonde spotted Klus the second the medic stepped into the room. It wasn't until Klus was near him did Dell stand up with a grin on his face, allowing Klus to see the black eye. It not only covered his left eye but also half his face along with it.

"Oh Mein Gott! What happened to you?!" Doctor instinct kicked in as he grabbed the Engineers head and poked the bruise gently, noticing Dell flinch with each poke and a hiss of pain from the American's face. "Sorry." Klus apologized, inspecting the bruise, mentally wincing at how dark it was. Dell yanked his head away from the gloved hands with a pained grin. "I'm fine, Doc. Vlad just got a little carried away." Klus frowned with thinned lips like he ate something bitter.

"I wouldn't call it fine..." The medic muttered. "And what do you mean by Vlad? According to Trent, he hasn't been around here for a while." Klus watched as the American shifted uncomfortably as his gloved hand scratched the back of his head. "Well..." The mechanic began, shifting around as if he was a child being scolded by his mother. "That was true. But I went to the town nearby when the guy cornered me." His free hand rubbed his jaw like he was lost in a memory before dropping both his hands before giving a forced grin. "But it's alright. I'm not hurt."

"'Not hurt'?!" Klus cried incredulously, eyes going wide. "And I suppose that bruise is just something you got for roughhousing?" Dell reared back like he was slapped as a hand subconsciously toughed the bruise, looking abashed as he did so, suddenly finding his feet more interesting then Klus. Taking a deep breath, the medic rested a hand on Dell's coated shoulder. "Bitte. Tell me." He pleaded gently. Dell didn't look to have heard him as he just stood there. But after a pregnant pause, The Engineer nodded. "Ya...But not here. Follow me, Doc."

Neither said a word as Klus followed the mechanic to Dell's room. The engineer's room wasn't as neat as Klus had thought it would have been. It was by no means messy but there were machines and metal parts everywhere in the room. Other than that, there was nothing messy about it. The medic closed the door as silently as he could with the door being a heavy metal instead of the soft wooden doors that they had at their last base. Looking up, he spotted Dell removing his glove and to Klus' surprise, he had his hand instead of a robotic one the Red Engineer had. Dell tossed the glove to his bed and turned to Klus who stared at his hand in wonder. Shifting, the mechanic casually hid his hand behind him, making Klus snap out of his wonder. "You wanted to know about my arm, doc." Dell grumbled. "You might want to take a seat." Waving his other hand to a chair nearby, he sat down on the bed opposite of it. Taking the hint, Klus sat, leaning forward with all his attention on the other man.

"Tell me."

"Thank ya' Kindly ma'am." Dell thanked the cashier as he grabbed his bag of parts that he just purchased. She smiled and waved as he left the store with his bag. Smiling, he walked down the empty street, his feet crunching the snow with each step he made, mentally thanking his shoes for not slipping on the ice under him. Looking up at the full moon, he inhaled deeply before exhaling the cold air. Only a day here and already he felt comfortable. He couldn't wait until Klus made it so he could adjust his arm like he promised. Continuing on, he walked by an ally when something grabbed the back of his jacket hood, yanking him back, forcing Dell to cry out and drop his bag as he was shoved into the wall of the ally. Yelping as he painfully hit the brick wall, he managed to shout out before a large fist hit him in the face. Crying out in pain, he grabbed at his eye as it dug into his face painfully, tearing it off as he grabbed his eye, tears blurring his vision. "What the fu-" He was grabbed by the front of his jacket, lifted up and slammed back into the wall, earning a gasp from the Texan.

"Where is, Medic?" Dell heard the deep rumble of their heavy and felt the large hand hold him up with so much of his jacket in it's grip that the mechanic felt like he was suffocating. Gasping, he clawed at the large hand as he gasped deeply for air. After a short moment, he was pulled away and slammed back against the wall. Hissing, Dell felt a few of his ribs protest under the attack. Blinking his good eye open, he could faintly see the outline of the Blue heavy and could smell his foul breath. "Will not ask again." The giant warned. "Where is the Medic?" The mechanic snarled and spat out "Fuck you." Another painful punch made contact with his head and Dell saw stars and tasted blood as a tooth came out.

"Where is he?! He should have been here by now!" Inwardly, the engineer smirked. He knew that the heavy had something against the medic. He had no clue why but he knew that hate was there. Groaning, he wiggled in the grasp. "Go to hell." Dell snarled and spat, feeling satisfied when spit landed on Vlad's face. There was a snarl on his face as the heavy grabbed Dell's head and released his coat. Watching the American cry out in pain as he was held up by nothing other than his head, as the smaller man grabbed the heavy's wrist to keep away some pain. "I do not like being defied." Vlad stated with a nasty grin. "One way, you will help me find our Medic." he let his hold relax until the mechanic fell far enough where his huge fingers held fast to those long blonde locks of hair the engineer favored.

Dell was screaming as the pain flared all over his scalp like a flame engulfing his head. Tears fell from his face instinctively as he tried to pull his hair out of the hand. The weight of his body made the feeling unbearable. "And until then, watch your back." Vlad continued, and without another word, using the smaller man's hair, he waved the man around before slamming him on the ground.

When Dell woke up, the sun was already rising. He wished he could just lay there on the concrete. With the pain in his body and head, he didn't want to get up. Yet the thought of Klus appearing at the base made him motivated enough to push his screaming body to his feet. Slowly, he limped to his fallen bag of metal parts and bent down and picked them up. Hissing as pain in his ribs flared harshly, he held on to his torso, finding it difficult to breathe. Hurrying, he grabbed his stuff and made the long trip to his base.

"I managed to build a dispenser when I got back." Dell finished. Sighing, he rubbed his face in his hands tiredly, wincing as his hands touched the bruise. "When I checked the damage record on the dispenser, It said I had a few broken ribs, a sprained leg and a concussion."

Klus was sitting there stiffly. Worry flooded him at the thought of Vlad not only coming after him, but now Dell was a target too. He needed to tell Misha.

Ooo

The next time Klus caught sight of his giant lover was on the battlefield. As he was healing the Blue Soldier who had taken this time to rocket jump away from the blue medic, leaving Klus there in the open. From where he stood on the snowy hill, the sound of a minigun's bullets rang in his ear and he turned in the direction in fear that it might me Vlad but relaxed tremendously as he saw it was just Misha who was being followed by the Red Medic in which Klus could only guess was Wolff. The enemy medic was like nothing Klus could ever imagine him to be. The other German had messy hair like had just gotten out of bed with goggles sitting at his hairline. He had a coat on that looked relatively fancy. Honestly, the only thing that bothered Klus about Wolff was the man's face. Half of Wolff's face looked dead and was gray instead of flesh color. The mere sight of it made Klus shiver from a cold chill at the sight.

"C'mon doc! Move it!" Jumping, he turned to see the blue Scout run passed him, waving his baseball bat around. Giving a snort, Klus jumped from the hill and slid down the snow, feeling the cold in his feet as he did so. Slipping a little as he reached the bottom, he ran to the nearest person which was the spy who was sitting casually behind some rocks. Or at least, it looked like the blue spy. Upon closer inspection, the medic almost screamed. It was no man. That was a living skeleton in a fancy suit. Problem was, it was moving. Gasping, Klus' feet slipped from under him and he fell on his butt in the snow, earning the skeleton's attention. It's boney jaw moved under his mask in some sort of grin.

"Bonjiour Doctor."

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A/N: I know I said there's be action and I'm sorry. There's a little. Next chapter should have the fighting since it's set in the middle of the battle. Now we know how Wolff looks like though.