-Klaus X Dave- My Love Drug

Boom Boom

We were certainly under attack. There we explosions going off everywhere. Dave grabbed my hand and pulled me along as we tried to find out where to go. We ended up in on the ground together, shooting at whatever moved. We were scared as could be. He looked over to me and mumbled "Klaus, if I ever die you take my tags, alright?"

I nodded and said "You got it."

He then went back to firing. This lasted until the early morning. I was about ready to fall asleep. Dave seemed like he had the look of a lost child. I stayed awake to calm him down. When we got back to camp we found half of it burnt. I was relieved when I found that the suitcase was okay.

Dave just stared at me like he wanted to say something. He did this, a lot, because he did have social anxiety. It was a miracle that we even had the conversation on the bus when we first met.

"Dave?"

He looked back at me with sad eyes. I asked "What's wrong?"

He walked a bit closer to me and said "I'm afraid of loosing you, Klaus."

I wanted to hug him so bad, but there was a thing about PDA. Of course being gay would probably also get us killed.

I sighed "Well we should go get a drink later. Let's make the good times last. Now we should probably get some sleep."

That is exactly what we did. We drank off all our fears. I went back to being my weird, high, self. By the end of the night I was passionately kissing Dave in the back room, like we had done so many times before. That was all we did though. We promised each other no hanky pankey until the war ends.

When we got back to camp it was quiet. Dave hummed a gentle melody as he walked along the path to the tent. He was a beautiful hummer, and if it weren't for the war he would have been a singer. His voice is that of a God's. He's the only Heaven I'll ever need.

That night I crawled into his bunk. I was terrified of some of the dead people screaming at me. I had mentioned them to Dave a while back, and he believed me. He always made them all go away. He was better than any drug could ever be. Him being the love of my life changed everything for the better.

Every now and then he'd gently kiss my forehead. Nobody saw anything because we were in the middle of the dark. He eventually fell asleep, and that was when Ben started talking.

As in my dead brother Ben.

"Klaus what are you doing?" he asked. I left him without a response because he could clearly see that I was cuddling with my favourite boy on the face of the earth.

"Klaus we have to get out of here!"

I just hummed "Ben, I don't want to leave Dave."