We start from where the previous chapter ended :-)

"I love you."

A quiet high-pitched whisper pierced the night silence and the bullet landed in the sand with hollow thump. Liam felt Viktor's heartbeat to stop…and then it started to beat really fast. He also felt doctor's muscles tense and his breathing stopped. But no reply came from his mouth. A sudden fear settled under Liam's heart and poked it with its black cold finger. Was he ready? Didn't I scare him with that? Viktor swallowed dryly and let a shaky breath in. No, he wasn't ready. Liam's face moved away from Medic's ear and his smile faded away. His hands fell down from doctor's and he was going to stand up. His tight legs lifted him up and a dull pain in his heart appeared. He turned to the doorframe and felt tears approaching his eyes. A small hand grabbed his right sleeve and refused to let him go.

"Vhere are you going?" Viktor's voice seemed surprised and half-broken. Liam turned around. The German was sitting on the wooden floor, his right hand stretched and holding marksman's blue sleeve. Rifle was lying on the ground, untouched. All of Viktor's attention was focused on Liam, on his face.

"Y-you weren't responding…" Viktor's hand pulled his sleeve and Liam sat down on the floor.

"..so I thought that…" Liam's speech froze in his throat as Viktor took his palm and played with his long pianist-like fingers.

"You told me zhat you love me, didn't you?" Liam swallowed and nodded. He imagined various scenarios in his head. Viktor standing up and leaving. Viktor slapping his face. Viktor frowning and doubting him. Then doctor's ocean blue eyes found Liam's. He pressed marksman's slender hand to his chest, to the level of his heart and looked deeper to his icy blue eyes. Liam's fingers felt Viktor's heartbeat and warmth of his body. The small and very warm smile spread on older man's face. Liam let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Vhat did you think I would do? Run away screaming?" He leaned to Liam's face, approached his ear with lips.

" No, I wouldn't do zhat. I love you too." He whispered into Liam's ear, but it felt like he whispered it right into his heart. Fear and pain disappeared, they were replaced by warmth and relief. Viktor's hand squeezed Liam's and then he let it go. Liam felt a well known touch around his waist and torso as Viktor hugged him and nuzzled his head into Liam's neck. He drowned his fingers into black short hair and placed a small kiss at surgeon's forehead. He let out a small chuckle when his doctor started to place tiny butterfly kisses on his neck. Viktor's head raised and he kissed the Australian forcefully and courageously. Liam's breath hitched as Viktor's fingers found the way under his blue shirt, lightly touched his belly and travelled up, to reach his chest. He broke the kiss and pulled away slightly.

"I-I thought that you said…" He was cut off by a little peck on his lips.

"Yes, I did, but zhat waz a long time ago." Viktor whispered lustfully and kissed marksman's lips again. He started to unbutton the turquoise shirt and pressed against his partner, so he had to lie on the wooden floor, not breaking the kiss. Liam felt huge heat waves travelling towards his groin and he caressed Medic's sides all along until he reached his hips. They were firm and tensed, trained from the constant running around the battlefield. Viktor's hand was on his chest again, running from left to right, but going lower and lower. When his fingertips were just an inch above Liam's waistband, the Aussie broke the kiss again and looked in Viktor's eyes. His speech was frozen in his throat.

"I think that the better place to do this would be my van, what d'ya think?" He managed to whisper.

"Why do you zhink zo?"

"Because I feel I got a wood splinter from the floor in my elbow. This might get a little prickly by the time." Viktor chuckled and nodded.

"Okay then, let's go." He stood up and helped Liam get on his feet. Then they climbed down from the view and went ahead to the van. After a few meters Liam stopped and looked at the shadow of the tree. Was there a…no. It was just an optical illusion. He grabbed Viktor's hand and they jogged together to the van and closed the door behind themselves. The shadow under the tree was motionless, but then the air trembled and a dark blue shadow appeared. It raised its hand to its mouth, something clicked and it began to speak.

"I was right," The person always said R with strange, deep and metal tone, "They are in his caravan now." Another click.

"Disgusting. Keep watching 'em, we need more evidence." –click–

"Roger that." The person said and let his hand fall along its side. The air around its contours trembled again, quiet high pitched buzz cut the night silence and the person disappeared again. All that was left of him, was a tight string of cigarette smoke and broken lighter lying in the shadow under the tree.