Terrorcest one shots

(5)language barrier.

Nikki lets his mind wander, eventually falling asleep in the hospital bed with Tommy. It's not a comfortable fit, but both boys are exhausted. Tommy just gave birth, and Nikki isn't used to being stationed in Greece again. Nikkis sleep is uneventful, except for the fact that he's having war torn nightmares. 

'Nikki looked up, realizing he was covered in blood. He didn't know if it was his own.'

Tommy groans in pain, after getting kneed right in the nutsack by Nikki. He slowly creaks his eyes open to find his face up against Nikki's chest, the boy mumbling something feverishly. Tommy gets his arm out from under Nikki, and roughly shoves the knee away, avoiding his incredibly sensitive stomach. The room is quiet, except for slow, steady beeping, and Tommy is almost asleep again when Nikki screams, loudly. Tommy hisses as his stomach pain flares up, slowly getting out of the bed and trying to minimalize the pain.

The second he's out of bed, he looks over at Nikki, who has stopped  screaming, but is now grabbing at his chest violently, and mumbling again. "No...no....NOOOOO... NOOO STOP ITTTTT!" His last words coming out like he's being murdered.

'The knife is plunged directly into his stomach, and Nikki, is helpless to stop it. He wasn't expecting this, as he had gotten the soldiers gun away. The soldier had knocked Nikki to the ground though, and Nikki was pinned. He couldn't fight back. He couldn't grab anything. If there's one thing Nikki hates more than anything in the world, it's feeling helpless'

Tommy grabs the fretting boy, grimacing a bit at the feel of the sweaty skin. "Nikki?" He asks in his deep voice, greek accent flowing along with his words.

Nikki fights Tommy as he's slowly removed from his nightmare, landing quite the blow to his face as he finally opens his eyes. Tommy lets go and staggers backwards a little, holding his nose as blood drips from in between his fingers, pain throbbing throughout his face, and tears welling up in his eyes unwillingly. Nikki gasps, realizing that he in fact was not hitting a Turkish soldier, but the father of his baby, eyes widening in instantaneous horror. "FUCK!"

He grabs his shirt and holds the cloth to Tommy's face, forcing the bloodied hands away and guiding Tommy to a trashcan and having him tilt his head down, explaining quickly what his nightmare was about, and apologizing mutiple times, until Tommy forgives him in broken English.

"Nikki...is Okay!" Tommy cries after the 25th apology from the shorter man.

"I know...I just feel like shit!" Nikki replies, a bit tearfully.

Tommy pats his back, his nose not even hurting anymore. "You say that the dream not happen yet?" He asks, running his hands halfway down Nikki's back and running them back up to his shoulders comfortingly.

"Yeah man, it's fucking weird. They haven't happened, but it feels so real...I can't shake it." Nikki sighs,  relaxing into Tommy's touch.

Tommy grabs a TV remote, and flips on the TV for background noise, and then rests himself against Nikki, trailing small kisses down Nikki's neck, which Nikki happily reciprocates by wrapping an arm around Tommy's waist, making sure to avoid the C-section scar, and kissing him deeply. Tommy leans into the kiss, both of them making quiet noises as their mouths explore each other, Nikki's hands running down Tommy's thighs and Tommy's hands running up Nikki's chest and under his shirt.

Nikki latches onto Tommy, sucking on a particularly sensitive spot, and then running his tongue over it, making Tommy whimper and gasp a bit. Nikki pulls back and smiles at Tommy, who gives him one in return as they both lay back, Tommy doing so extremely cautiously, so that he won't hurt himself. The two look up at the TV, a soap opera playing out entirely in Greek, of which Nikki knows a couple of words.

A character named Σόφια, seems to be fighting with her husband, Νικολάου. Νικολάου had been having an affair with a younger woman, as most husbands on these shitty operas do, and soon, since neither of them are going back to sleep, they're both fully invested.

Tommy leans his head on Nikki's chest, making sure to keep his stomach, and balls away from Nikki. In the middle of a soap/sitcom, called μια μέρα στη ζωή (a day in the life), They're both lost in each others eyes, words in both greek and english being thrown around as hands caress  each others bodies.

The show had been pretty quiet, but 3 incredibly loud beeps interrupt them. They look up to find that the lighthearted comedy that had just been on, has been replaced by Katerina Andris, the local late night news reporter. The words Έκτακτης ανάγκης (emergency) flash across the bottom of the screen. 

Nikki instantly feels his heart start pounding. This can't be good. US forces and Greek forces had managed to push Turkey back, and after his stationing in Cyprus, his regiment had been sent back to Athens because the war was starting to fizzle out. They had even had a brief cease fire agreement, which had ended just as quickly as it had been made. Nikki had been hopeful for the complete ending of the war, but a newscast like this can only mean one thing.

"Turkish forces have invaded the island of lesbos! Some reports indicate that mainland Greece may be next. I repeat, Turkish forces have invaded the island of Lesbos. Greek and US forces are on their way to combat Turkey, but reports are not looking to be in our favor" Katerina reports. (Τουρκικές δυνάμεις εισέβαλαν στο νησί της Λέσβου! Ορισμένες αναφορές αναφέρουν ότι η ηπειρωτική Ελλάδα μπορεί να είναι η επόμενη. Επαναλαμβάνω, οι τουρκικές δυνάμεις εισέβαλαν στη Λέσβο. Οι ελληνικές και αμερικανικές δυνάμεις είναι καθ' οδόν για την καταπολέμηση της Τουρκίας, αλλά οι αναφορές δεν φαίνεται να είναι υπέρ μας.)

"What did that mean?" Nikki asks Tommy, as Katerina keeps reporting the same thing over and over again.

Tommy relays the information as best as he can and they continue to watch over the next 30 minutes as the situation descends into madness, The Turkish have sank American boats, and France is sending backup, most soldiers on the island are without resources and are expected to be taken as prisoners, and political bargaining tools. 

If only they knew how bad it would get.