Stalker | Delusional Love

28: Swaying Feelings

When lunch was finished Reich headed upstairs to his room, not hearing the Soviet following him, but suspecting it nonetheless.

The German got to his bed, flopping onto it and just sitting there for a moment as the door creaked open.

Reich opened his eyes, looking over to see only part of Soviet's frame as his head was still hidden in the blankets. He grumbled a bit seeing him, before sitting up and directly looking at him.

"Do you mind?" Reich watched him enter the room, shutting the door behind him. He headed towards the drawers, looking through Reich's clothes.

"Oh no, not at all." Soviet hummed and got out something to wear, desperately needing to change. He still couldn't get the blood all the way out of these, but thankfully it wasn't too noticeable.

Reich went back to hiding in his blankets as Soviet suddenly removed his shirt, moving to change his clothes. As Reich could just hear the dresser draws closing and opening, and some fabrics russling.

Eventually it was silent for a moment and he could feel someone watching him.

Lifting his head he jumped, seeing Soviet right behind him, but he wasn't wearing a shirt, just some pants.

Reich didn't want to look. He tried to look away but Soviet grabbed his chin. Gently cupping his cheek until the German was looking right at him.

"I missed you so much." Soviet's lips pursed into a smile and he carefully, ever so gently leaned to kiss Reich's forehead.

Reich squirmed, trying to get away as he huddled to hide underneath the blanket. Soviet chuckled seeing him do so, he was so cute when he was shy.

"Reich.." Soviet hummed his name, instead of ripping the blanket off, he stumbled under the covers so he could snuggle up with his honey bun.

Reich opened his eyes confused as he felt the bed shift, but before he could turn around he suddenly felt some hands on his waist, pulling him closer until he was right next to soviet. Huddled in his arms and in his chest.

The German leaned back for a moment, lifting his head and seeing Soviet right there, staring down at him with a loving look.

Soviet was ready to cuddle, to shut his only eye and never let the German go. Yet something seemed different, a little off, the look in Reich's eyes seemed almost desperate.

Soviet couldn't shut his eye yet, instead he raised an eyebrow as he saw Reich staring at him so strangely, until the German suddenly crumbled and almost whined to the Russian's surprise.

The German twisted under the blankets, pushing everything around until he was perfectly comfortable.

Soviet watched in confusion, seeing Reich fumbling until he was able to turn himself around to face the Russian.

He froze as Reich suddenly got closer to him, his arms wrapping around his neck as he held himself right up to the Russian's chest.

Soviet blinked down at the German, his hands slowly coming to his waist as the German's breath almost seemed heavy.

"Are you alright?" Soviet leaned closer, feeling Reich snuggling into his neck. His breath was low and he seemed almost needy in a way.

The Russian paused, holding Reich still until he could hear some crying. He flinched and pulled away, trying to see what was wrong. "Reich?"

The German was just holding onto Soviet, not wanting to let go as he was crying. Soviet just held him, as he tried to rub comforting circle on his back.