"What?" Tino called after me in shock as I ascended the stairs to our room. "Berwald!" He yelled as he bolted after me. We met up by the bedroom door, where I clapped my hand over his mouth and pushed him to the wall.
"Be quiet." I growled lowly. "I don't want the boys to worry. Now what is going to happen, is I'm going to pack a bag or two then I'm going to tell them I'm going on a business trip until I can calm down. Afterwards, we'll talk about how we're going to split everything and tell the boys." I drilled my gaze in to his eyes, that were now triple their usual size. "Is this understood?" Even I was getting scared at how much rage I had bottled up. I loved Tino so much and I knew he was cheating on me before, but just catching him sent me over the edge.
Tino nodded and I released him to pack. He leaned against the doorframe. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "I didn't want you to find out this way." I could tell he was just as hurt as I was.
I signed as I stuffed my phone charger and some contacts in to the bag. "But you wanted me to find out." I replied going to our dresser.
"You're no saint either." He remarked, not to hurt me, but to make himself feel better.
Nodding, I went to the bathroom to get my bath products. "I know, but they never called the house, and I kept both lives separate." Walking out, I saw Tino sitting on the bed, deflated. "We're both to blame though and if we're not happy it'll only hurt the boys more later on."
He nodded. "Are you going to want to eat before you leave?" Tino made a small peace offering. I shook my head. "Okay. I'll be down in a bit." He said looking at my, soon to be empty, side of the bed.
As I got down the stairs, both boys were still froze at the diner table staring at me. Peter, like usual, was the one to break the silence. "You're leaving aren't you." It wasn't a question, he already knew. I nodded. "Do you really have to?" He asked on the verge of tears.
"We need some time apart, but I will be back." I said, my previous plan would have been useless after this.
Peter nodded sadly, pushed his chair away from the table and went to his room. Bjon didn't look up from his plate as he pushed the food around on it. I was about to say something to him when he cut me off. "You don't have to do this, and I know you do it too." I just looked at the disgruntled red-head. "I just want you to know I blame you." I nodded before heading to the door.
Getting in my car, I went to the only place I knew to go. Parking next to the familiar red, sports car, I got out and ascended the stairs. Knocking on the door, I looked down the walkway at a brunette woman and a strawberry blond man yelling at each other. I was pulled away from the scene but the door opening to Mathias in gray sweatpants, a red wife-beater, and a beer in hand. "Berwald? What are you doing back here?" He asked sounding worried. I looked back to the fighting pair causing Mathias to look as well. "Don't worry about them, they always have some kind of beef with each other. Get in here and let me get you a beer." He said, pulling me in and shutting the door behind. "Let me take those." He motioned for me to hand over my bags and took them to his room, before heading to the kitchen. "Here." Mathias said giving me the beer and leading me to the living room, where a Danish football game was on mute.
I sat down with him on his dark tan couch. "Tino and I are going to separate." I said, opening the beer and taking a sip.
Mathias hummed, bringing his left leg up to rest. "What's going to happen with the kids?" He asked sipping his own beer.
I bit my lip. "They know everything and have from the start." I took a long gulp. "Bjon is blaming me for everything cause I wouldn't look past it." I told him as he kept sad blue eyes on me.
Leaning over, Mathias took the beer from me and set it on the coffee table. "It's nobody's fault. If you're both not happy there's not much that could be done." His face was now centimeters away from mine. "Don't let it get to you. He'll understand later." Mathias moved forward and closed the gap between our lips. Leaning in to the kiss I deepened it before he nipped at my bottom lip. Opening my mouth to grant him access, I was pushed back onto the arm of the couch. My arms found their way around his torso while he wrapped one hand behind my neck with the other supporting himself on the old fabric. A surge flew through my body as heat started to pool in my abdomen. God, this Dane would be the death of me. Before I could claw Mathias' shirt off, a banging at the door caused us to stop. "Shit!" he cursed fixing himself. "I forgot Al and Gil were coming over." I gave him a questioning look as I tried to catch my breath.
Shaking his head, he got up and opened the door. An extremely pale man pushed his way in followed by a blond with a stock of hair sticking up defiantly. "Let's get this gaming marathon started!" The blond yelled, eyes gleaming behind his glasses, his smile making his already tan skin look a bit darker. They had yet to notice me, and that was fine in my book.
"My awesome self brought GOOD German beer, and not your crappy Danish kind!" The ghost like man yelled holding up the cases, red eyes focused on his host.
Mathias leaned on the door, head somewhat down and a hand covering his mouth. "What's your problem dude?" The American asked, throwing down a controller and his own pack of alcohol on the coffee table. It was then that he finally noticed me. "Oh. Hey!" He turned back to Mathias. "Why didn't you tell us you were inviting someone else?" He asked flashing me a smile, blue eyes gleaming behind his rectangular glasses.
This got the attention of the red-eyed man, who shot around to look at me. "Isn't he one of your regulars? What's the big idea?"
"Al, Gil, this is Berwald. I didn't expect him tonight, but he's going to be staying with me for a while. Ber, this is Alfred…" He motioned to the blond male, that decided to sit too close to me for comfort. "And that's Gilbert." He jabbed his thumb at The albino as he walked by. "They wanted to have a Halo night that I forgot I agreed to." He remarked, moving Alfred over so he could form a barrier between us.
Gilbert huffed and made his way to the TV. "Fine, I see where we stand in your social circle." He started fiddling with the equipment, setting up the system. "Since he's here, he came be on your team while Al and I kick your loser butts!"
Alfred whooped and threw his controller for Gilbert to hook it up. "You ever play Halo before Ber?" He asked me flopping back with a beer in hand. I shook my head looking towards Mathias.
"He's a noob?" Gilbert laughed finishing the set up and taking the arm chair for himself.
Mathias threw a pillow at him before handing me a controller. "Don't let him get to you. It's easy when you get the hang of it. Now lets do a test run first and then let the game begin." He beamed, before handing me back my beer and taking a swig of his own.
Gilbert opted to grab one of Mathias' "crappy Danish" beer, saving his for later while Alfred talked on about some classes he was taking on the side, which no one was really listening to. Whenever we would pause for a smoke, snack or bathroom break for anyone, Mathis would tease me with touches and kisses when he could sneak them in. Neither of them asked too many questions about me which was good, since I didn't know where our relationship was at this point. This might be a longer night then I thought it would be.