Underestimated (Eddsworld Oneshots)

6.Who's my brave soilder.6

((Hello everyone! I'm gonna be saying a ship name at the top of every chapter(Besides the last ones which were obv. just tomtord) so you can skip a chapter if you dont like the ship! Yay! Hope you like!))
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Paultryk

It was a usual night for the two in the military base. Paul, second hand deputy of the Red leader was busy as always. He was working on some paper work for him while Patryk sorted through unnecessary documents. It was a boring task, yes, but nothing he couldn't handle.
Sense paperwork's boring and Paul almost fell asleep a few times (having to light a few cigarettes and making a few cups of coffee for himself) it took a while under three hours. Once he was finally done with all of it, having to sign new recruits and such in which took a lot more reading then he wanted to today. He laid his head on the table, letting out a long sigh of relief. "I'm done.." he groaned a bit, going to sit up. Of course, his body was not going to cooperate with him and made him plop back down. He wiped his eyes, wanting to desperately sleep today away. But the red leader had other plans, he knew. Paul eventually got up and forced his body to move out of the small room into his bunker, which he shared with Patryk. He thought Patryk was decent, but at times he could be lazy and excessive. Paul never said anything, though.
He walked in on Patryk who was putting the files in the file drawer. "What are you doing with File 4 Section E?" Paul eyed him suspiciously, going over to him. Patryk looked up, eyes widened a little. "That.. That wasn't the one I was su-"
"Pat, its File 7 Section B your supposed to be organiz.. y'know what, nevermind. I'll do it later. Just relax or somethin', okay?" Paul looked at Pat, who seemed a bit scared.
It was only normal. He was a pilot sharing a room with the deputy of the place! Though they had been buddies for awhile, and Patryk knew Paul could be a real klutz at time, he was still a bit scared on his connections with the red leader.
Paul tapped him on the shoulder with the back of his hand, making Patryk blink his daze away and focus on Paul. "Gee', Pat, looks like you've seen a ghost." He snickered, making Patryk blush from embarrassment. "Wh.. Whatever.. your one to talk, Cloudberg!" Ah, yes, the familiar nickname Paul was usually called from time to time again. Paul rolled his eyes, "That was ONE time." His French-Dutch accent came out a bit more on that sentence, making Patryk smile a bit.
Paul never really was a socialist talker, blaming it on his accent.
Paul looked away and ran a hand through his hair, not noticing that Paul had shuffled a bit closer to him.
((I'm making this side note cause I think you all will appreciate I'm eating very stale 'flavored' twizzlers from Halloween I hope you all are proud and wanted to know this information
Tip: never eat the yellow ones))
"So.. Are you gonna tell the red leader I was.. 'snoo-" he looked up but didn't expect Paul to be as close as he was. Patryk's breath caught in his throat as he looked at Paul. Paul snickered at him a little, "Tell red leader? I'm a deputy, not a tattletale." He lowered his eyelids a bit, making Patryk blush. "I..I- Uhm..." he tried to find words, but to no avail.
Paul gently put a hand on Pat's cheek, making the male's eyes widened. "P-Paul... W-what- are you..?" He was slowly cut off by Paul leaning in, their lips barley brushing. Patryk balled up a fist in anticipation and.. Joyfulness, I think that's the word. Paul pulled away slightly, as if wanting to confirm that Pat wanted to do this.
Pat, of course, noticed right away and just wrapped his arms around Paul's neck, bringing him in close to where their lips pressed together. They both slowly closed their eyes, smiling at each other in the kiss. Their lips moved in sync with each other- and Paul decided to try nipping and succing on Pat's lips to see the responses. He either yelped out of shock or gasped, which Paul found rather amusing either way.
Paul gently grabbed a side of Pat's clothing and slowly started lifting it up, smiling deviously in the lip lock. Right before he could do anything interesting, the sound of their door being opened pretty harshly was heard. Paul shot up, afraid to turn around to see who it was. He had to eventually, though. He looked to their bunk's door and saw the one and only.
The red leader.
"A-ah! Sir!" Paul went up to him, crossing his hands behind his back and he nodded his head in greeting. "Solider, I need to speak to you." The red leader spoke harshly to Paul, making him internally wince. "Yes sir, right away."
The red leader pointed at Patryk. "You, clean up this mess. Skynd deg!" He shouted, making Patryk jump and immediately start to get to work. Paul just thought to himself; "The red leader has so much power over everyone.. he could blink and people would be terrified.. He's so two-faced that not even I can trust him most of the time..

//Paul's POV//

"Soldat! Come!" I looked up at him and followed him out of the bunker. "Let's walk and talk.." his voice became softer, making me sweat a bit. I was nervous. "Now, what's rule #76 on page 43 in the red army sign up book?" He glanced at me, his piercing gaze able to give even my eyebrows a clean waxing!
((Why the heck do I say this stuff help me))
"It's.. Uhm.." I racked my brain for some thought on it. It finally came to me, and I could tell if I had wasted a second longer than I'd be on the next line of shooting. "No solider is to engage in romantic nor sexual relationships with any recruit or outsider, sir!" I said loudly, I knew that's how I was meant to respond. "Who's my brave solider~?" He cooed, patting my shoulder and leading me into an empty bunk. I slowly entered the space and looked around. "Am I.. training a new recruit tod-EEK!" I was cut off by The red leader basically slamming me to the wall. He grabbed my wrists and put them near my head. I held my breath, staring at him. "U-uh, red leader..? This.. This isn't ri-"
"The rule book said with no recruit nor outsider, but I'm a leader. Du er min, and I'm gonna make that clear..." he seethed.
Before I could do anything his lips came down and crashed down onto mine, and he was kissing me. My eyes widened in a bit of shock.
What about Patryk? I can't leave him! I don't.. I don't even like The Red Leader like this!
All I could do was stare wide-eyed at the red leader, and he seemed to notice my unresponsiveness. He slowly pulled away, holding my wrists with one pocket as his other hand dug through his vest pocket. He pulled out a pistol and shot two bullets at my feet, making me jump and yelp. He put the gun back in his pocket, coming close to me again like last time. "If I'm making out with you, respond. Got that, solider?" He growled a little bit, making me gulp and nod helplessly. "Good solider.." he praised softly, kissing me again.
I had no choice but to try and enjoy the kiss as I kissed back. I tried imagining him as Patryk, but it didn't quite work. Patryk's lips were soft and warm, giving me a feeling of comfort and safety. Red Leader's lips were very cold and dry, and they seemed rough and demanding. I heard a door slide open, and this caused the red leader to pull off of me slowly and look to who was at the door.
"P..Paul..?"
I opened my eyes and turned to see who it was.
Patryk..
"P-Patryk-!" My eyes went wide. This certainly isn't what i wanted today. "I-..This really isn't what it looks like!" I tried reasoning but The red leader only snickered and nodded. "It IS what it looks like.." he purred lowly.
Patryk stared at me for a long moment, tears coming in his eyes before he stormed off out of the room. "P-pat-" I looked up at the leader who was removing my wrists and getting off of me.
"That's all for today, solider. You are excused." He nodded to me, and I waisted no time in dashing to my bunker where Pat was probably crying.
I gulped a little bit, slowly opening the door. I walked in and closed it behind me, looking for Patryk. He was on his bed, his pillow covering his face as he was in a ball. I heard loud sobs from the pillow.
I stared at him longingly before going over and sitting on his bed. He noticed and tried huddling away from me. "G-go away-!"
"Pat- this is a huge misunderstanding..! I didn't want that to happen..! You have to believe me... please.. I didn't fight back because if I did I would have gotten fired or worse.. you know how he is.. a-and if that happened I wouldn't be able to see you at all after that..! I'm s-sorry, i really am.." I tried explaining, but nothing seemed to get through to him. I sighed and got up, taking my vest off, dropping it to the floor as I crawled into my bed.
If he doesn't believe me he doesn't believe me..
I slowly closed my eyes, hoping to forget all of this in the morning. It was like a crazy drug dream I didn't wanna be on.
Right before I fell asleep I fell a weight lay down on my bed behind me, and a warm arm wrapped around my waist.
"I forgive you, Paul.. I love you.."

((Holy paper clips in a figurine case, that took forever but I hope this is okay!!!))