Male reader x Human Hersha and Welter

A little like siblings

All you could do was manage to stare at him with a confused look. You weren't sure what the hell had just taken place. Let's see; You refused to Virus, hid behind Welter and was taken to his bedroom without any punishment. Too easy. There had to be a reason, a little catch to all of this.the only option is to wait.

The door opened and Hersha walked in, not looking very happy. Actually, he looked really cross. "You get in there and tell them what the fuck you did. I'm not covering for you anymore!" The male grit his teeth and Welter's eyes opened. "I'll do it later." He muttered, closing them again, waving his hand like he was dismissing him. " You can't do it later."

"Why not?" Welter asked. "They've gotta kill someone soon and well, I'm the easiest to drag out there." Hersha responded, crossing his arms. "Are you calling me fat?" He asked, raising a brow. "Kind of, I guess." His voice had calmed a bit. "Sucks for you, skinny kid." Welter said and Hersha let out a grunt, closing the door behind himself.

He walked to the edge of the bed and looked at him. "Don't be a fucking scaredy cat." Hersha said and Welter looked at him with a smug expression. "Why are you being one then?" He asked. "That's because I am one, you ass."

"Wasn't I the cat?"

The two were fighting like siblings at this point. Kind of like, one of them dropped the picture refused to tell the mom so they blamed it the other. You didn't need to act like you weren't listening or sleeping this time. It was like you didn't exist at this point. "Maybe they won't get you. Maybe they just take it all out on the dude with the blue hair." Welter shrugged. Those words made something bubble up in your throat. A few words. You body stiffened and Hersha seemed to take notice since his blue eyes fell onto you. Welter's eyes followed the path and gazed at you as well.

Time seemed stop for a moment and your blood felt like it was frozen. Just to break it, there was a knock at the door. Then it opened. It was just Trip behind the door. All eyes fell into him now, making you feel relieved. "One of you, come here." He said.

Welter stood up, a flash of relief on Hersha's face for a brief second. "What?!" He let out as Welter picked the male up like a bride and walked him over to Trip, squirming the whole two feet. "Here." He said with a complacent expression. The male was handed over to the blonde like a child but what came out of his mouth isn't quite what a kid would say. "I fucking hate you." Hersha frowned, knowing he can't squirm anymore since he was now in Trip's hands.

"Love you too." Welter frowned and closed the door. He got back into the bed and closed his eyes.

A couple of hours later, you woke up from the door being opened again. You thought it was Welter leaving but it was Hersha entering. Welter was still in the bed though he was awake and looking at Hersha. His straight hair was pulled out of its ponytail and a bit messy, cheeks red.

The man sat up. "You're walking weird." "Shut up." Hersha muttered and moved Welter's feet and took a seat. "I didn't know Trip was that much of a brute." He muttered, rubbing at his wrists, which were redder than his cheeks. "Why do I have to be the one when I didn't even do it." He whined. A sigh escaped his lips. "You let him hide behind you." Welter said. "I didn't know what the hell I was supposed to do! You're the one who just picked him up and took him into your room."

A sigh left Welter. "You have blood on your hip." He pointed out. "I'm aware. It stings." Hersha muttered to him. "Lift up your shirt." The man ordered to the other only to get a shaken head in response. "(Name), don't let him leave. I'll be right back." He said and stood up, opening the door and leaving, letting it shut behind himself.

Hersha looked at you and you did the same to him. He still looked pretty angry which made you feel a bit uncomfortable. His eyes were much different from Welter's even if they had the same color. His were sharper like they could cut through you with just one look. It was kind of unsettling to think that.

Welter returned after a few minutes had passed but it seemed like forever. Hersha hardly blinked as he stared at you, like he was stripping your thoughts away, one by one, layer by layer. For once this whole time, he took his eyes off you to look at the man who had just entered. "Take off your shirt." Welter demanded and took a seat on the bed. "No." The male refused again. "Did I stutter? I didn't give you an option." He crossed his legs. Hersha stayed silent for a moment, looking at the bandages and such. "I can wrap my injuries myself." He said, another form of refusing. At this point, Hersha probably had a million ways to refuse.

A small sigh escaped Welter as he looked at you. He then grabbed Hersha by arms, pulling those back and lifting them above his head. He wrapped his legs around his waist to restrain the other's from kicking. "What? The fuck?" Hersha let out and arched his back as an attempt to squirm away.welter gazed back at you again. "Hey, start to unbutton his shirt." Was he talking to you? You didn't respond, even if there was no one else in here.

"Hey, (name), I'm talking to you." He pointed out and you nodded, getting off the side of the bed and walking around the frame. You now stood in front of Hersha, his eyes giving you the sharp glare, making you freeze up. "Hey, I won't let him touch you and if he does, I'll make sure Trip gets his hands on him again." Welter said and grinned, Hersha letting out a groan. "I hate you." He said again, turning his head to the side.

This was all your part now. As you brought up your shaking hands to the shirt, you noticed that the shirt wasn't buttoned right. You looked up and saw Hersha still glaring at you even though his head was facing the other way. The angle just made his eyes even sharper.

But Welter told you that he wouldn't let the man lay a finger on you do it should be fine. He was only trying to scare you so you wouldn't do it. He did it pretty well.

For some odd reason, as you unbuttoned the shirt while thinking about Hersha, you thought that old fable that was called 'An Ass in a Lion's Skin' or something like that. Once you fully unbuttoned it, you could tell it was gonna be nasty. You stepped back and walked to the other side of the bed, taking a seat there. Welter swiftly lowered the male's arms and slid his hands down to the shoulders, dragging the shirt with his fingers, all in one movement. The shirt was off him and on the floor.

"I can tell you just had the best time." He smiled and Hersha clicked his tongue. It was easy to tell that there were goosebumps on his skin. "Better you than me, I guess." Welter muttered under his breath but it was loud enough that the two of you could hear. Hersha elbowed the man in his ribs. "You're so heartless." He frowned. "Only to you." A smile entered his face as he began to sterilize the wounds.

A while later, Hersha was wrapped up and was offered a knew shirt from Welter. "I don't want it." He held up his hand and pushed away the shirt. "Would you just fucking take it." Welter frowned. "It won't even fit."

"Does that matter?"

"I guess not." Hersha said, took the shirt and slipped it on. He was right. It was oversized on him but he didn't seem to mind and just walked out, closing the door with a loud slam.

Welter frowned and plopped back into the bed.