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Right. Here we are, back again, when Stevie is updating fics based on her availability and motivation. Do not fear, because she has found the latter. Do I typically just write Kaiser and Gunther? Yes. However, because I've been missing Kaiser, I decided to look back at all the old Imperium matches/segments (that I have access to) and want to write more with the three of them. Hence, this book.

Angst, fluff, anything you can think to request is on the table... Aside from smut. My asexual ass doesn't really know how to write that. And it's not just main roster things either, you can request something from NXT (their original breakup immediately comes to mind).

Anyway, I hope you enjoy these oneshots. Feel free to request anything you want to see in the comments and I'll try to work my magic.

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Fitting in with a group as rigid and formal as Imperium was hard. It would be for anyone that wasn't raised with that mindset, that the mat was scared and everything should be precise and perfect. But Fabian didn't really have a choice in the matter. English was his third language and despite thinking he was nice enough, Fabian honestly struggled to make friends. He had one friend, one he could depend on and he truly cherished the relationship they had... Marcel. Before Walter showed up, when it was just Marcel and Fabian, everything was.. Perfect. Well, maybe not perfect, but the pair were instantly drawn to each other. They just.. Clicked.

Sure, they had their moments of disagreement due to near equal stubbornness but.. They had fun. While it wasn't like Marcel to stay up late, the pair did occasionally have nights where they'd just.. Sit and talk. Talk about the future, their career goals, even whoever was bothering them in the locker room. Admittedly, it was usually Fabian discussing the latter but Marcel was always there to listen to his ranting and offer polite responses and, on occasion, an actual opinion that didn't sound forced or toned down. Fabian, while he enjoyed the more precise Marcel, couldn't help but love seeing the real Marcel. It was clearly something he'd hidden away behind the mask of European Elegance... But it worked. They worked hard and got along, that's all there was to the relationship.

Then Walter showed up.

The change in Marcel was instantaneous. While he was never a very loud person, unless they were alone, Marcel spoke a lot less. He was more subdued and reserved. Submissive. It was a little weird but Fabian chocked it up to his friend being nervous and overly eager to please. Marcel always seemed to be like that to him, in a way. He was always the one working around the house whenever they were free, always the one cooking dinner and almost mothering Fabian in a way, very caring. People at the Performance Centre compared them to an old married couple which, okay, Marcel didn't fully get it but Fabian always got a laugh out of it.

That all stopped.. When Walter entered their lives.

All of a sudden, there wasn't an 'equal' dynamic at home anymore. Walter was the dominant personality, the man in charge and, at least going by Marcel's change in demeanor, the man he needed to obey. That wasn't really Fabian's style, but he desperately wanted to fit in with Imperium, with the rigidness and formality of the group. And no matter how hard he tried, Fabian just.. Didn't get it. Don't get him wrong, he really tried hard to fall into line and do as Walter told him to... But Walter always looked at him funny, like he was doing something wrong. Fabian didn't get it. He didn't understand what he was doing wrong.

A few weeks into their new.. Arrangement.. Fabian and Walter were left completely alone for once. That never happened. Ever. Marcel was always there, quiet and obedient. This time, he was out getting groceries for the trio and both Fabian and Walter found themselves together in the living room, both sitting on the sofa. It was weird. Awkward. He just about managed to summon up the courage to finally ask Walter about everything when.. Marcel hurried in. Walter, almost immediately noticing Marcel's panic, was quickly at Marcel's side as the slim German stammered out an apology.

"Marcel? Are you alright?" Walter asked him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.

But Marcel whimpered at the touch,"I got everything on the list, sir, but I had to get a different type of detergent. I'm very sorry, sir, please don't be angry.. I didn't have permission to go to another store- But I can go back."

"Marcel." Walter sighed.

Fabian, just looking at Marcel's terrified expression, was instantly concerned for his friend. Hell, he was ready to go to the store himself. It was the most anxious he'd ever seen his friend, he looked like he was going to cry.. But before Fabian could intervene or offer to head out to pick up different detergent, he watched as Walter pulled Marcel close and rubbed his back, gently calming him.

"I'm not angry, Marcel. It's fine." Walter reassured him,"Change might be a good thing."

"..Are you sure?" Marcel asked slowly.

"I'm sure. You were very good, Marcel, and I greatly appreciate you doing the shopping." Walter told him, cupping his cheek,"How about you go rest for a few minutes while I start on dinner, hm?"

"Okay, sir." Marcel nodded, resting his head on Walter's shoulder for a few moments before heading through to their room.

"I can help too." Fabian offered, approaching Walter.

Walter just looked at Fabian for a second or two,"Hm, come on then."

The pair walked through to the kitchen to get a start on dinner but.. Fabian stopped Walter before he could. He needed to ask about his concerns now or he never would.

"Fabian?" Walter raised a brow.

"Walter, I just.." Fabian sighed,"Nothing is how I expected it to be with Imperium."

"What do you mean?" Walter asked him.

"Well, I've been trying to fall in line like Marcel but.. Well.." Fabian bit his cheek.

"Ah, now I see. Fabian, I don't expect you boys to act like subordinates all the time, especially outside of work." Walter told him.

"But Marcel-" Fabian pointed.

"Marcel is an exception. We only act this way because of his previous relationship, it left.. A number of scars." Walter explained,"He needs that firmness and to be told he was doing well.. Otherwise he would work himself into a panic."

"..I see." Fabian nodded slowly.

Although, before Fabian could fully process it, Marcel has rejoined them in the kitchen. He clearly hadn't rested or calmed down at all, walking straight up to Walter. Fabian.. Wondered how bad Marcel's previous relationship was to leave him like this.

"Marcel, what did I tell you?" Walter sighed.

"I tried to rest, sir, but I just couldn't do that while I knew you were working." Marcel shook his head,"Why not let me make you some coffee and you can enjoy that while I do the prep work?"

Despite the instance that he would more than happily do it, all three of them ended up working on dinner together. It was.. Nice. Not as nice as things used to be with him and Marcel, but Fabian didn't complain. And he didn't know how to continue the conversation they were having... So Fabian didn't. They went along as if nothing happened. That evening while they were eating, it was a mostly quiet affair. Fabian finished first, mainly because he wanted to get in the shower first, and was washing his plate in the kitchen when he overheard Walter and Marcel talking at the table.

"You've been good today, Marcel." Walter hummed,"How about you have a little dessert?"

"You don't need to spoil me, sir. I don't deserve that sort of indulgence." Marcel shook his head.

"I don't think you get to tell me what you deserve, Schatz." Walter told him, gently raising Marcel's chin.

"Sir.." Marcel smiled softly, looking away from him.

Fabian made up his mind in that moment. He wasn't going to stay in Imperium, not for much longer. Before Walter moved in with them, everything was fine, everything worked... Things were different now. Fabian thought on it as he walked into his room and grabbed his towel. That's when the word he was searching for came to him.

Hypocrisy.

Did Fabian want to be strict and formal all the time? Not necessarily. But if that was how their group was presented, why go against that? Why preach on about austerity and honor if that's how they really are? It just didn't sit right with Fabian. As much as he loved Marcel, he was too broken and Walter was too indulgent.. Fabian had to get out of there, get away from them.

So he did.

Before their match with the Creed Brothers after Stand and Deliver, Fabian made sure he had everything he needed. Everything was packed. He wanted to leave more than anything, but Marcel's words of encouragement once they were alone. They.. Still had their moments, ones that were few and far between yet also always made him reconsider. Marcel was still his friend at the end of the day... But this was for the best, for both of them. That's all Fabian needed to repeat to himself.

From their match, it was clear Marcel was still hurting from their last match. He was still good, but slower and clearly in pain.. Fabian didn't want to leave him like this, but he knew he had to. He just needed to wait for the perfect moment. And soon enough, Fabian found it. Marcel got Julius Creed in the corner, setting him up for their their tandem move and reopening an injury to his forehead after hitting the ropes. Marcel ran and so did Fabian, but as Marcel kicked Julius... Fabian walked straight past. Marcel looked up at him, the pain of the betrayal clear on his face..

"Fabi!" Marcel cried out of him.

Confused. Scared. Just his desperate cry was enough to make Fabian.. Hesitate. He glanced back, making eye contact with Marcel. But Fabian reminded himself that this was necessary, this was for the best, and he continued up the ramp and out of the arena. Left alone in the middle of the ring, Marcel was.. Helpless. He didn't understand- What had he done wrong? He was pinned for the three count by the Creed Brothers and he tried to avoid wincing as they wiped the blood from his face onto their hands. As soon as he could, Marcel rolled out of the ring and headed backstage on an immediate search for Fabian. But he was quickly escorted to medical to get checked out which halted his search. Once the doctor left him, Walter was quick to enter and hurry to Marcel's side.

"Marcel- Are you alright?" Walter asked him,"I saw what happened out there and-"

"Do I look okay?" Marcel looked up at him, not even caring how snappy he came across.

Walter sighed, cupping his cheek,"I understand, Schatz."

"He left me, sir, he left me out there alone!" Marcel pointed, unsure if the tears in his eyes were that of sadness or anger,"He.. He left."

"Come here, Marcel." Walter shook his head, pulling his partner close to his chest.

Marcel whimpered, burying his face in Walter's shoulder,"I don't understand, sir.. I don't understand."

In truth, neither of them understood why Fabian had did what he did. They'd always tried to be welcoming, Marcel especially, but.. Walter had noticed how Fabian always kept his distance. He presumed Fabian just wasn't that social, after all, he and Marcel stayed together for years before Walter moved in and everything was allegedly fine then. At least this gave Walter an excuse to accept the offer to move up to the main roster, something that the bosses were rather keen for him and Marcel to do.

"That doesn't matter anymore, okay?" Walter told him,"We'll get him back for this."

"..How?" Marcel looked up at him.

"We'll figure that out soon, Schatz." Walter kissed the top of his head,"I promise."

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"Absolutely not." Marcel quickly shook his head, remaining firm on his stance.

"Marcel, just- Try to listen to me okay?" Walter sighed, reaching out to his partner.

But Marcel recoiled, taking a step back,"Listen to you? Sir, usually I would be more than happy to, but not about this. No."

"It'll be temporary." Walter told him.

"I don't want to hear it." Marcel covered his ears,"I don't want to see him again- I can't handle him being in our house."

"Marcel." Walter stepped forward and gently took his hands, lowering his arms,"Breathe."

"But-" Marcel went to speak.

"No, breathe." Walter stopped him, slowly easing Marcel into his arms and rubbing his back,"There.. Just breathe."

"Walter, I don't.. You saw what happened." Marcel looked down, resting his head on Walter's shoulder,"He left me there alone and didn't even look back.. He packed his things and left, haven't heard from him since and I don't want to."

"But this is how we can get him back." Walter stated,"We stay on the main roster and invite him back in, he's not finding as much initial success as he'd hoped."

"Then what?" Marcel asked.

"Then, after living as strictly as he believed we would for as long as we need to, I'll give you the signal. I want you to be the one to take care of it." Walter hummed.

"..I take it I'll be back in his room again." Marcel bit his cheek.

"I know you've gotten comfortable with me, but it has to be this way to convince him." Walter nodded.

Marcel swallowed,"And you'll let me do it?"

"You're the one he turned on in that match, the one he left behind." Walter kissed the top of his head,"Revenge is yours to take."

Marcel still didn't seem too happy, not cuddling against Walter's chest as they slept that night but.. He eventually agreed. And so Imperium became exactly what Fabian expected them to be, a rigid group who stuck exactly to their principles and never wavered. They had their names changed and kept their act up all the time, even home and backstage just to make sure that word got back to Fabian about the change in group dynamics. Still, they waited for him to reach out on his own... And eventually, he did. One evening as Kaiser laid napping on Gunther's lap, tired from acting, Fabian called him and he answered.

"Fabian." Gunther spoke,"It's been a while."

"Yeah.. It's been a couple of months and.." Fabian trailed off.

"Things are not how you expected outside of Imperium?" Gunther hummed.

"No." Fabian shook his head,"But.. I've heard you guys changed, you're different now."

"We are." Gunther answered,"Arguably, we're exactly how we should have been to begin with."

"Right, and.. Do you think I could maybe, I don't know, come back?" Fabian asked him.

"I always figured that you'd end up crawling back here." Walter sighed,"How about you come over tomorrow and we can discuss this further? Does that sound okay?"

"That sounds good to me." Fabian nodded,"And- Can you tell Marcel that I'm sorry? I feel awful about how things went in NXT.. I should've-"

"I'll tell him." Walter cut him off,"He doesn't particularly want to speak with you, but I'll make sure he knows."

"Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow." Fabian finished before hanging up.

Gunther sighed and looked down at Kaiser, gently stroking his hair,"Schatz. He called."

"And..?" Kaiser mumbled.

"He and I will discuss it tomorrow." Gunther told him,"I don't want him to get a moment alone with you, even if he did apologize for what happened."

Kaiser scoffed,"He's sorry? Really?"

"I know, I know." Gunther shook his head,"Just get some sleep, okay? You'll need it."

"Fine.." Kaiser sighed as he sat up before burying his face in Gunther's shoulder,"But I'm sleeping right here."

"Right there, hm?" Gunther raised a brow.

"We won't be able to do this for a while if he's coming back.. I'm willing to listen to you and live as you want, but I'd like.. I want to enjoy this for a little while longer." Kaiser told him.

"You can stay there, Schatz." Gunther gently petted his hair,"..Does it feel safe?"

"Mhm." Kaiser nodded, nuzzling against his neck,"Safe and warm.. And cozy."

Gunther snickered,"I'm sure it is, Kaiser. Now get some rest."

Kaiser did eventually give in and fall asleep, cradled in Gunther's arms. And Gunther looked down at him.. Carefully pulling Kaiser just a touch closer to his chest. He didn't want to upset Kaiser, didn't want to even think about hurting him or treating him like.. But this is what he felt they had to do. If either of them wanted to get revenge on Fabian, this was the only way.. Maybe not the only way, but certainly the most obvious way to Gunther. He wanted to draw it out so they could relish in their victory over the man that betrayed them.

During the meeting, Fabian was almost taken off guard by the new demeanor of his old friends. It was certainly.. Different, like how he had expected Imperium to act initially. It was especially weird watching Gunther interacting with Kaiser. He was cold with him, curt and it almost scared him. Was Kaiser okay? Gunther never let him speak with Kaiser alone, leaving him only to watch their interactions. Despite this initial fear, Fabian did agree to rejoin Imperium and once on the main roster, he received a new name as well... And it was hell.

At least Kaiser had the comfort of knowing that all this was temporary. Once this was done, everything could go back to normal and he could have his Gunther back, his.. Sort of boyfriend? Kaiser didn't actually know what they were at this stage, because they never officially stated that they were boyfriends but.. Friends didn't do the things they did together and they never saw anyone else. Although Gunther still gave him little comforts like petting his hair absent-mindedly whilst going over the plan for the day and Kaiser was sat at his feet or slipping him little pieces of chocolate when they were alone. Those comforts.. They meant a lot to Kaiser and they were necessary, because Gunther was still kinder than Bernhard on his best day... Kaiser really did love Gunther.

The trio were all up with the sun for training, with Gunther being incredibly strict with it. He also heavily policed their diets. While he wasn't restrictive to the point of starving his boys, a step too far for Gunther, but their portions were controlled and all meals were eaten for nutrition rather than pleasure. They had incredibly precise schedules and set chores that Gunther always checked had been completed to perfection. If they weren't, they would be made to fix their mistakes. This. This is what Vinci had originally expected from Imperium but now that he had it, he didn't want it. Gunther constantly barked orders at all hours and there was no time for leisure or idle conversation... Vinci didn't think he and Kaiser spoke a single word to each other aside from calling things in matches and a few words before and after they walked to and from the ring.

Yet Kaiser.. Kaiser was honestly content during everything, except the punishments. But those weren't supposed to be enjoyable, so that was.. Okay. Gunther didn't typically punish him, although he was used as an example for Vinci. If Vinci acted up or made too many mistakes, it was Kaiser who was punished. Still, despite the nights he'd spent close to tears due to punishments, Kaiser still loved Gunther. And at least he had structure, so his anxiety flares up a lot less than before. Although, there was someone who showed genuine concern for the group, someone.. Unexpected. Roman. While waiting for Kaiser and Vinci to return from their match, Roman approached Gunther in the locker room.

"Roman?" Gunther raised a brow, looking up at him.

"Gunther." Roman nodded,"Can we.. Talk?"

"I.. Suppose so." Gunther nodded slowly, standing and walking to a quiet corner with Roman.

"Look, I've been watching Imperium for a while now and I.. I'm concerned with how you're treating your boys." Roman told him,"Kaiser, specifically."

"Ah, no, don't worry. Kaiser is alright." Gunther assured him,"Although it is nice knowing that people care for him like I do."

Roman furrowed his brow, clearly apprehensive,"Really?"

"Really, it's all an act. Vinci... He turned on Kaiser, turned on us in NXT and this is our way of getting our revenge." Gunther explained,"He thinks we've changed, that we act like this, like what he initially wanted... But we're going to turn on him soon."

"I see." Roman nodded slowly.

"I know you can.. Relate to the experience of being hurt by a trusted friend." Gunther patted Roman's shoulder.

And it was true, Roman could relate. Seth's betrayal... That was real and so was the pain that Roman still felt, the pain that lingered deep in his chest. He'd originally approached Gunther because he was concerned for Kaiser, because the more abusive parts of the Bloodline storyline were fake. But now.. Now he and Gunther might have something in common.

"Well, whenever Kaiser needs a break, you can always.. Loan him to me." Roman offered,"He can chill with me and the Bloodline."

"I'm sure Kaiser would love that." Gunther smiled softly.

And Kaiser did love it. While Vinci was miserable, Kaiser was sent off every now and again to Roman's house. He and the Bloodline actually got along quite well, watching TV together and just.. Relaxing. Jimmy and Jey liked having him around and loved getting Kaiser, who they only knew to be stern and formal, to smile. Whenever they fell asleep around him, Kaiser just.. Watched. He couldn't explain why but Kaiser just felt the need to make sure they were okay, even if they were completely safe. Kaiser just couldn't explain it.

Then, the day finally came. Gunther even woke Kaiser earlier than usual with a kiss to the forehead, just wanting to make sure their day started well. And after their match with the New Day, after their loss, Gunther finally gave him the signal. So.. That's what Kaiser did. He got back in the ring and he hugged Vinci, rubbing his head and back and helping him out of the ring. All the while, Kaiser offered his usual comforts, something that Vinci had missed since Imperium's change in demeanor. Although just as he got off the apron, Kaiser turned and threw him against it... All of his anger, his hurt, his buried emotions.. Kaiser unleashed everything on Vinci, beating him into nothing. It was cathartic, looking down at his former partner.. Kaiser had finally got his revenge. Once he was backstage, escorted by staff, Kaiser approached Gunther who was waiting backstage for him.

"See? I told you it would all be worth it." Gunther hummed.

Kaiser smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek,"I suppose you were right, Liebling."

"Are you ready to head home?" Gunther asked him, unable to stop smiling.

"I'm ready to be us again." Kaiser sighed, wrapping his arms around him.

"We will, Schatz." Gunther assured him, rubbing his back and holding him close,"We'll go home and just.. Be us."

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Marcel winced as he slowly woke up that morning, almost unable to force himself to sit up. That day he just opened his eyes and felt.. Bad. Marcel felt like nothing, like Bernhard had made him feel. He hated days like this and hoped that by the end of the day, he'd fall asleep and he'd feel normal again the next day. But that wasn't today. No. Marcel needed to be useful, needed to do something. Initially he wanted to make breakfast for Walter and Fabian but after a glance at his alarm clock, it was only 4:30 in the morning and it was only him awake. Marcel knew when Walter liked getting up and could see from where he was sat in bed that Fabian was still peacefully sleeping. Still, Marcel had to work.

He got up quietly and made his bed, being careful not to wake Fabian. After that, Marcel made his way through to the living room and began meticulously cleaning absolutely everything in sight. He had to. There was no other choice to Marcel.. Not when he had to prove that he was good, to prove that he deserved to stay, because not even Marcel himself believed he did. He was.. Ungrateful. Unworthy. Lazy. Useless... Marcel did his best to bury those thoughts as he cleaned, and he cleaned for hours.

It was closer to seven when both Walter and Fabian woke up, finding Marcel almost obsessively cleaning the kitchen. He didn't even look up and notice them as he scrubbed the counter that.. Already looked spotless. Neither fully understood why he was cleaning, but it slowly became clear to Walter. Fabian immediately looked to Walter, initially relieved that he was here to help out because, well, he'd witnessed this happen before when he and Marcel lived alone.. And he never knew how to help. Unfortunately, it appeared that he was no better than Walter in this situation.

"Marcel." Walter spoke softly as he approached,"Schatz, what are you doing, hm?"

"Cleaning, sir." Marcel answered briefly.

"Everything's already clean, you did a great job." Walter told him, easing Marcel away from the counter.

"Need to do more.. I have to do more." Marcel tried to escape from Walter's grasp but he held him firmly.

"Have you eaten?" Walter asked him.

Marcel shook his head,"No."

"Marcel, you need to eat." Walter sighed, rubbing his back,"Come on, how about you and Fabian go sit down and I'll-"

"I can't sit." Marcel stated.

"How about you take him to the sofa, I can do breakfast today." Fabian suggested, patting Walter's arm.

"No, sir, I can-" Marcel shook his head again.

"Marcel. We're going to sit and eat breakfast." Walter pointed,"Fabian and I don't want you making yourself ill."

Despite seeming hesitant, Marcel did eventually sit at Walter's side. Although Walter did have to hold him by the waist to keep him from getting up and trying to do things for them. Even when Fabian brought breakfast through, Marcel didn't seem too keen on eating and just sort of.. Shrunk against Walter's side. Thankfully Walter did manage to coax Marcel into eating a little before he got back to cleaning and doing other chores around the house.

"..Is he okay?" Fabian looked to Walter,"I've seen him do this before and-"

"He'll be okay." Walter sighed,"But sometimes he just gets.. Really bad days. He's just stuck in this mindframe of needing to be useful.. Poor thing gets all worked up over something so small."

"Is there anything we can do to get him.. Back?" Fabian raised a brow.

"No, not as far as I can tell. All we can do it be patient with him." Walter told him,"I'll try and get him to eat a little before we go out for training and, I do apologize, but it'll be a tough session."

"Hey, if it's for Marcel's benefit, I'll do it." Fabian nodded.

"Just.. Keep an eye on him for now." Walter pointed,"He's worked himself sick before and I don't like seeing him hurting."

"I'll do my best." Fabian assured him,"Marcel's my best friend."

So every now and again, Fabian and Walter managed to encourage Marcel to eat little bites of food throughout the door before they went to train. And like Walter said before, it was tough. He just wanted to control just how hard Marcel was going and also to hopefully tire him out so he couldn't go home and start cleaning again. It was quiet when they got home, Marcel hardly spoke.. Walter gently ruffled his hair and started talking about how he was going to make something nice for dinner... Marcel didn't understand.

"You're making dinner tonight?" Fabian raised a brow,"I don't think I've had your cooking before."

"I quite like cooking actually, but Marcel usually beats me to it." Walter hummed.

"Well, I'm looking forward to it." Fabian told him,"What about you, M-"

But Fabian paused, concern on his face. Walter furrowed his brow and turned around to look where Fabian was looking... At Marcel. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and before long, he was sobbing into his hands. He couldn't stop- Marcel just didn't understand.. Walter was immediately at Marcel's side, rubbing his side.

"Schatz, what's wrong?" Walter asked him.

"I-I don't get it.. Why are you both so good to me?" Marcel sniffled.

"Why wouldn't we be?" Fabian questioned,"Marcel, you're my best friend."

"But I can't do anything right- I'm just some useless piece of shit that you guys keep around. I'm worthless and I don't d-" Marcel choked out before Walter pulled him in close.

"No." Walter stopped him, rubbing his back,"You're not useless, Marcel, and you're certainly not worthless."

"But-" Marcel tried to argue, but Fabian joined the hug too.

"No buts, Marcy." Fabian sighed,"We're lucky to have you with us- We're lucky to have such an amazing, selfless friend."

"Now you're going to sit with Fabian while I cook, alright?" Walter kissed the top of his head,"Is that okay?"

"Mhm.." Marcel sniffled.

Fabian lead Marcel over to the sofa, holding him close and soothing him as Walter cooked. He occasionally caught Walter glancing over at them, clearly still worried about Marcel. It was cute. As they waited together, Fabian rubbed Marcel's back and just kept telling him how much he was loved and valued. Eventually he stopped crying and sniffling, curled up against Fabian's side. When the food was ready, Fabian went to stand, but Walter stopped him; they were going to eat in the living room tonight, a rare indulgence. Neither trusted Marcel not to get up and try to serve them so they kept Marcel sat in between them and Walter put on the TV, something in German. None of them were in the mood for English.

Marcel still felt.. Uncomfortable. He didn't think very highly of himself yet, but he felt better. And he ate too, which Walter and Fabian were pleased with, making sure he was snuggled against Walter's side. Walter smiled softly at him, petting Marcel's hair as they ate.

"And.. You're sure I'm not worthless or lazy?" Marcel looked up at them.

"Of course not." Fabian shook his head.

"Marcel, you are neither of those things." Walter stated,"And who are you to argue with your betters?"

"Walter-" Fabian blinked.

But Walter stopped him as Marcel smiled softly, making him comfortable in Walter's arms. It wasn't what either of them wanted to hear or say, but it was undeniable progress compared to the morning. Walter watched as Marcel yawned, slowly falling asleep in his embrace. Poor baby.. Walter loved Marcel and hated seeing him hurting, but this was all he could do to help. He wished that he could stop Marcel's bad thoughts but for now.. For now, he would settle for this.

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Gunther sighed as he looked at Kaiser curled up on the sofa. He was working on his gear, quietly humming their new theme song to himself as he did the repairs. All Gunther knew was that his boy was a good boy and he didn't particularly want to bring Vinci back into the fold of things. Everything was going along just fine without him.. But those higher-up wanted him involved with Imperium and he did want to get some revenge for how he betrayed Kaiser...

"Liebling." Gunther called to him as he walked over, resting his hands on his shoulders.

"No." Kaiser answered simply.

"You didn't even know what I was going to say." Gunther blinked.

"You want to suggest Vinci moving back in." Kaiser stated,"I don't want that man in our home."

"Not even if it means you get to hurt him in the same way he hurt you?" Gunther asked, gently raising his chin so they were looking at one another.

"..Gunther, I-" Kaiser tried to look away, but Gunther kept him looking at him.

"Kaiser, I promise you will not be harmed again. We will live strictly, just like he wanted us to, but I won't hurt you." Gunther pressed a kiss to his forehead,"Do you trust me?"

Kaiser nodded slowly,"I trust you."

And while Kaiser did not like the idea of sharing his home with Vinci, he would do it for Gunther. Besides, they were really in control, even if they didn't act like it. This was almost.. Like a game, in a way, a game of deception. Things started off almost immediately once Vinci was welcomed into their apartment, with Kaiser preparing dinner for them at Gunther's orders. He would've had them sit on the floor, but he thought that might be a little too far, so they sat at the table. The food was plain, but healthy. Vinci seemed to enjoy it.. About as much as he could enjoy something so bland, but Kaiser secretly preferred plainer foods. Too many spices still upset his stomach, with Gunther holding him being the only thing to soothe him, and he didn't like foods that were overly sugary or salty. He did enjoy bursts of fruit as a dessert or a treat every now and again though, just nothing too much.

Gunther knew Kaiser's dietary preferences and had them practically memorized, like how Kaiser knew exactly how he liked his coffee and what brands he favored. They did a similar thing at restaurants, although that was less of a punishment for Vinci and moreso to soothe Kaiser's anxiety when they ate out. Gunther was the one to order. Thankfully, most workers in America assumed it was a language issue with Kaiser and didn't pry. Regardless, he would rather help Kaiser navigate the menu and order himself, but he knew his partner was struggling and just to stick it to Vinci, he ordered for them both, favoring dishes he knew Kaiser would like. They were always simple, of course, but Kaiser always lit up about things like mandarin orange slices with plain chicken and rice or an apple smoothie. Such a precious boy.

But Kaiser really missed sleeping next to Gunther. That stung. Even if he desperately wanted to hit Vinci with a steel chair at the end of this, was it really worth it if he was deprived of his boyfriend's touch for months on end? There were small moments of tenderness but Kaiser craved being held, longer for a forehead kiss at the end of a long day. He stood in the kitchen doing the dishes, Vinci hovering nearby with his shoulders tense and head hung low. That's when Walter entered, shooting Kaiser a look and he immediately straightened his posture and stood to attention, mostly a show for Vinci.

"Kaiser, are you done in here?" Walter questioned.

"Yes, sir." Kaiser answered, placing the last plate on the drying rack.

Gunther studied his work for a few moments before nodding,"Good. And is everything else clean?"

"Yes, sir." Kaiser told him.

"Hm." Gunther looked around,"What about the bathroom?"

And Kaiser hesitated before muttering a soft,"But- Please, sir.. Just a little rest. Please..?"

Kaiser wouldn't dare say such a thing if this was anything but a ruse. Why would he? Kaiser knew how to behave, he was a good boy. But he was also aware that he was more disciplined than Vinci, and Kaiser asking for rest and being denied meant Vinci definitely knew better than to do so.

"My room, now." Gunther glared down at him, his tone changing completely.

"Y-yes, sir." Kaiser swallowed, briefly looking over at the almost fearful Vinci before heading to Gunther's room.

Once he was hidden from sight, the door closed behind him, Kaiser relaxed. He didn't particularly like being alone with Vinci and found comfort in being at least in Gunther's space. Then he began to wonder.. If Gunther realized he was merely acting or if he would be punished for his ignorance. If he was being punished, then Kaiser could handle it. He was strong, durable.. A punishment wouldn't hurt him. Although, that's when he heard Gunther enter.

"Gunther, I didn't really need a rest." Kaiser began as he turned around,"I was just-"

But Kaiser was pulled close to Gunther's chest,"I know.. But I need a rest."

"Sir." Kaiser sighed softly, rubbing his back.

"It's so hard not being able to touch you like this- I need this." Gunther buried his face in Kaiser's neck.

Kaiser chuckled softly as he cradled the back of Gunther's head,"Hey, I'm okay. And so are you.. This will all be worth it."

"I know- I just.. You're sleeping here tonight." Gunther told him,"I can tell you were having a bad day."

"Thank you." Kaiser nodded, trailing his hand through Gunther's hair,"It's not been.. A good day- And him trying to talk to me has been making it worse."

"I can get your little mattress pad out, okay? He won't be able to touch you." Gunther assured him, pressing a soft kiss to the base of his neck.

Kaiser shuddered, clinging tighter to Gunther,"Thank you, Liebling."

Gunther made sure to give Kaiser a few more kisses, to his forehead, the top of his head and cheek before bringing out his mattress pad. He set it up for him and even gave Kaiser one of his own pillows and his favourite blanket. Kaiser eagerly curled up on the floor by Gunther's bed, tucked away safe and sound where Vinci couldn't get him. Gunther gently played with his hair as he drifted off, safe..

As Kaiser thought about it all, the only thing he really was uncomfortable with was Vinci's presence. While he could handle the punishments and restrictions, it was Vinci who he avoided being alone with. And he knew that Gunther went out of his way to prevent Kaiser and Vinci form being alone together, making sure to bark out orders whenever it seemed they might be left alone. They even made up a system for themselves. When Kaiser needed a break of sorts, he just asks to polish his General's boots or repair his gear. When Gunther wants to protect Kaiser or thinks he is in need of a break, he tells Kaiser to get his own gear and work on it. Either way, Kaiser ended up safely at Gunther's feet where some absent-minded hair petting went unnoticed by Vinci.

Gunther already ordered for Kaiser and Vinci at restaurants, but there were other things that he did to ease Kaiser's anxiety. For example, packing. Kaiser hated picking out clothes to pack, too worried about getting it wrong. What if he packed too much? Or too little? What if he was too flashy? Gunther pitied his boyfriend as he fretted over each and every decision, just spiraling over something that came to him and others so easily. So Gunther gave him specific orders on what to pack, usually with Vinci in earshot. Now, again, Gunther would rather guide Kaiser to making his own choices but needs must. His boy needed support.

Now, while Gunther did his thing, Kaiser also turned up his act of helplessness when the need arose. He just so happened to.. Exaggerate some things, especially when he was alone with Vinci. Kaiser would say 'sir' a lot more and he even came up with his own little system where if he wanted to speak, Kaiser would gently squeeze Gunther's hand but if he didn't, Kaiser would verbally ask for permission just so Gunther would be the hard ass and deny him. While there were times he struggled, Kaiser knew that deep down Gunther had a thing for being in charge, at least in areas like this. Plus, it boosted his ego.

Another thing he did was trying his hardest to appear downtrodden. Kaiser forced his posture to be bad, just so he could make a show of straightening to attention or have Gunther lecture him about formalities and discipline when he didn't react fast enough. He made sure that Vinci caught him looking down, with his head bowed like he was ashamed or exhausted. It was.. Certainly an unhealthy environment for Vinci in particular and Kaiser almost revelled in that. Vinci betrayed him and now he got to torment him like this. It was cruel, but Kaiser didn't care. Leaving him abandoned, bleeding in the ring was cruel. Turning his back on their friendship was cruel. It-

"Hey!" Gunther snapped, bringing Kaiser back to reality as he noticed the situation.

"Gunther, sir, it was an accident." Vinci apologized, and Kaiser saw the puddle and broken glass on the floor.

"An accident, huh? I'll show you what an accident looks like." Gunther threatened, marching over and grabbing Kaiser by collar of his shirt.

"No- Please. I didn't.." Vinci stammered.

"Fabian..?" Kaiser whimpered as Gunther tugged on his shirt.

"I told you that if you didn't learn, Kaiser would be the one to pay for it." Gunther shook his head.

"S-sir?" Kaiser swallowed, looking up at him,"I'm sorry- Really, I-"

"Oh, I know. But Fabian needs to learn the hard way." Gunther told him, starting to drag Kaiser back to his room.

Gunther was quite forceful and Kaiser nearly tripped over his own feet before being shoved through the door. He winced at the force and the sound of the door slamming, wondering if maybe.. Gunther was going to punish him for real. Kaiser slowly turned, looking at the silent Gunther and he let out a small huff.

"I know part of you gets off on this, but you could've been a bit more gentle." Kaiser pouted.

"I'm sorry, Maus. Was I too rough with you?" Gunther asked, gently caressing his cheek.

Kaiser whined, trying not to melt at his words,"You know just what to say, don't you?"

"I do." Gunther kissed the top of his head,"But its finally time."

"You mean it?" Kaiser blinked.

"I do." Gunther smiled, pressing a few kisses along his jawline,"And after that, you'll be all mine again."

Kaiser snickered,"I've always been all yours."

"But- All mine. Just for me." Gunther mumbled, nuzzling against his neck.

"And you say I'm the clingy one?" Kaiser raised a brow.

"Mm.." Gunther huffed.

Kaiser smirked, trailing his hand through Gunther's hair,"Good boy.. I'll handle him, don't worry."

"I know you will, Maus." Gunther smiled against Kaiser's neck, pulling him closer.

Gunther and Kaiser stayed like that, wrapped in their embrace for at least five minutes. They lost track of time, too distracted with the idea that they were finally getting rid of Vinci. Kaiser was happy that he'd finally get to curl up against Walter in bed again and Walter was pleased that he didn't have to be as strict with Kaiser and that he got him all to himself again. He didn't like Vinci being anywhere near his Maus, and he knew Kaiser hated it too. But they were going to be free of him soon and they would both be happier that way. Together.

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"I'm not saying you weren't good in training, Walter." CMJ began.

"But you're implying that I wasn't good enough." Walter crossed his arms, the rest of Ringkampf lingering off to the side.

CMJ sighed,"You weren't, okay? For Ringkampf to succeed, you need to do better and set a good example.. And unlike the others, there's no one to punish you for it."

"Punish me?" Walter barely held back a scoff.

"Everyone else is punished for their failings, but nobody is really 'above you' to do the same." CMJ trailed off, his eyes landing on something behind Walter,"Unless.."

"Unless..?" Walter blinked, slowly turning and seeing..

Axel?

Walter furrowed his brow as he looked back at Axel, sat on the floor at Thatcher's feet as the older man ruffled his hair. He was happily polishing Walter's boots as the other spoke to him in quiet conversation as to not interrupt CMJ and Walter. Walter.. Didn't understand. What was CMJ implying here? Although, his question would soon be answered as CMJ placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

"What if.. Axel was your whipping boy?" CMJ suggested,"Because we can't punish you, what if we punish Axel for your missteps?"

Walter tensed,"..You think he'd agree to do something like that?"

"Axel looks at you like you hung the moon and stars, Walter. He'd agree to anything if it meant pleasing you." CMJ shrugged.

"Axel has-" Walter began.

"Walter. He has no self-respect." CMJ shook his head,"But he thinks the world of you."

Walter sighed and eventually approached the group, each and every one eventually turning to look at him. Walter sat on the sofa behind Axel, resting his hand on his shoulder. Axel almost immediately smiled, gently leaning against his side and.. Walter hesitated. Axel was so sweet and he almost didn't want him to agree, didn't want him to have to hurt. But maybe that was the punishment. Walter certainly cared more about Axel suffering than himself suffering..

"Junior, CMJ has a.. Suggestion of sorts." Walter cleared his throat.

Axel tilted his head,"Yes, sir? What is it?"

"Since nobody is on my level to punish me for mistakes.. CMJ has suggested that you take those punishments for me, as a whipping boy." Walter explained.

"Walter, what-" Thatcher tried to speak up.

"Okay." Axel nodded.

While he didn't expect any major push-back, Walter expected.. Something. He expected a question or three, he expected to see nervousness or fear.. But there was nothing on Axel's face, just a soft smile. Walter sighed and ruffled Axel's hair, his boy immediately leaning into his touch. Damnit.. Why did he have to look at him like that? This was definitely more of a punishment than having to run drills or face a physical punishment. Walter watched as CMJ called Axel over, swallowing as he saw them quietly disappear from sight.

"Why did you agree to this?" Thatcher immediately asked him,"Why Axel?"

"Because it.. Makes sense." Walter nodded slowly.

"It makes sense?" Thatcher raised a brow.

"Think about it, even for a minute. Do I care about my own suffering?" Walter questioned.

"Well.." Thatcher blinked.

"No. Axel suffering hurts me more than any physical punishment I could bear." Walter sighed, massaging him temples,"That's why he suggested it."

Thatcher nodded slowly and they sat in silence, waiting patiently for Axel to return. He was the youngest member and both Walter and Thatcher cared for him deeply. In training or even in punishments, they were strict but, especially now, they would make sure to take good care of him afterwards. When Axel did return, stumbling in on shaky legs are no doubt running laps until failure, Walter pulled him onto the sofa beside him. Usually Axel would sit on the floor at Walter's feet, but Walter wasn't having that after what his boy was put through. Once on the sofa, Axel laid down and curled up on Walter's lap as the large man carefully rubbed his side.

"You're such a good boy, Axel." Walter told him.

Axel hummed,"I'm just doing my job, sir."

"I'm going to make sure I'm perfect in those drills, Axel. I don't like seeing you hurting." Walter admitted, his hand resting on Axel's side.

"I can do it, sir, really." Axel looked up at him,"I'm not fragile- I'm not hurting."

"I know, I know.." Walter nodded slowly.

One thing eventually became very clear to both Walter and CMJ as Axel went through more punishments. Thatcher. It was also true for Thatcher, that he cared more about Axel suffering than his own suffering. After all, he was a big man and easily took Walter's chops and ran drills.. But he hated watching Axel go through that. Oftentimes, he couldn't physically watch. Axel was just.. So small compared to him, and Thatcher hated the soft whimpers that he just managed to hold back after each chop. After many of these punishments, be it Axel's own or one he was taking for Walter, Thatcher could be found holding Axel and trying to soothe him or making sure he was safely wrapped in his blankets after a warm shower.

This.. Evolved in Axel taking Thatcher's punishments as well. And while Thatcher hated it.. It was effective. Thatcher's behavior and effort during training was great before, but they were borderline perfect after Axel began taking his punishments. While Thatcher may have acted out a little before, spoke out of turn or not been so bothered by an in-ring slip up.. Now, he was never willingly disobedient, not even a little. It wasn't worth it if he got Axel hurt. If Axel still ended up punished because of him, Walter usually found the pair curled up together on the floor. Safe.

When they were joined by Wolfe and then later became Imperium, there was no questions about punishments. He entered the group with the same deal as Thatcher which meant that unless it was a major infraction, like abandoning Walter in the ring to be beaten down, Marcel was going to bear the punishment. Wolfe mainly agreed because he knew what he was like, he knew himself well. Wolfe was prideful. He saw each punishment as a challenge to withstand, not necessarily a lesson to be learned. But watching Marcel get hurt because of him.. No, he didn't want that. While he wasn't as outwardly tender to Marcel after, he let him rest against his side and was often found checking him over multiple times for bruises and other injuries.

Marcel, on the other hand, took each punishment with grace and he never seemed to mind being punished for his friend's failings. He didn't want to be punished, obviously, and he didn't enjoy them at all.. But he understood the reason behind it and accepted that. It actually made him feel.. Loved. How incredible was it to have friends who cared more about his suffering that their own? And they were always so apologetic and sweet afterwards.. They didn't hurt him just because they could.

Walter always had one line though, when it came to punishments, and that was Fabian. The Italian considered himself and Marcel to be on the same level. However, Fabian was not Marcel, not at all. Naturally, as well as taking the punishments of the others, Marcel took his own punishments. And always, he was sweet and kind and did his best to remain quiet. Marcel always accepted each punishment whether it was strikes or running laps or being grounded and he didn't argue, even if he might have believed it to be unfair. When Walter thought about it, he realized Marcel rarely got punishments of his own, even with the incredibly high standards that were placed on him. That brought Walter's thoughts back to him..

Fabian.

The Italian didn't wish harm on Marcel, not at all, he considered him to be his best friend and he never tried to pass off something as being Marcel's fault... But he also never learned from Marcel being punished. If Wolfe stepped out of line the week before, and Marcel was punished for it, there was every chance that Fabian would do basically the same things this week. So, mostly to spare Axel from near constant punishments at the hand of his supposed best friend, Fabian needed to feel his own consequences in order to learn his lesson.

Still, despite Wolfe briefly trying to explain it all, Fabian couldn't wrap his head around it. He was sat with the other two, Wolfe and Thatcher, while Walter was delivering a punishment to Axel for a mistake one of them made, Fabian didn't know which. They were both fretting, speaking quietly amongst themselves as they both worried about Marcel. And Fabian didn't get it. He cared about Marcel too, but he didn't understand why Wolfe and Thatcher acted like Marcel getting punished was the end of the world. He was more often than not fine, if a little bruised and maybe a touch quieter. Fabian also didn't understand why Marcel accepted punishments for his friend's mistakes, or why he was the only person bar Marcel to get punished. It wasn't fair.

Struggling to find answers, and not wanting to put up with the other two for much longer, Fabian headed to his room. Almost immediately afterwards, Marcel returned from his punishment and Thatcher was almost immediately at his side. He was wearing Walter's hoodie to cover himself and his skin was damp with sweat. All Marcel had to do was look up at Thatcher before he was pulled against his chest, cradling the back of his head.

"I'm sorry, kid. I didn't.." Thatcher bit his cheek as he held onto Marcel,"I shouldn't have said anything."

"I-It's okay." Marcel assured him, only after inhaling sharply at the touch.

'I'll get some ice." Wolfe pointed, sit him on the sofa.

Thatcher nodded and guided Marcel over to the sofa, helping him sit down before removing Walter's hoodie to reveal the damage. His chest was raw, welts already forming across his skin from Walter's chops. Thatcher winced at the sight of it, even noticing some areas where Walter had broken the skin, dried red liquid staining Marcel's chest. Thatcher felt awful as he looked at the man he considered his younger brother, looked at him forcing a smile as he took a punishment meant for him.

"I would offer to run you one of those Epsom salt baths but with those cuts.." Thatcher sighed.

"Tim, it's fine. A shower will be enough." Marcel smiled.

"You're going in after Walter, okay?" Thatcher pointed.

"If you insist." Marcel hummed as Wolfe walked over with an ice pack.

Wolfe sat at Marcel's other side, gently pressing the ice pack against his battered chest. Marcel winced at the ice pack touched his skin but he let a shaky breath, doing what he could to remain sitting up straight. Thatcher remained at his side, rubbing his back and continuing to apologize as Wolfe iced his chest. It felt so.. Nice being cared for. Almost as soon as Walter left the bathroom, Thatcher made sure Marcel got in second. That was the rule that he and Wolfe came up with, that Marcel always got the second shower, just behind Walter, so that no matter where they were, Marcel got hot water.

"Walter." Thatcher spoke as they entered the kitchen.

Walter didn't look back at him as he began making tea,"I didn't mean to hurt him like that.."

"When we train tomorrow, you hit me twice as hard." Thatcher pointed,"I know that anger, the violence was supposed to be thrown at me.."

"..You took care of him, right?" Walter asked slowly.

"Of course we did." Thatcher nodded quickly,"Once we gets out of that shower, I'll make sure he gets the good blankets."

"Good.. It's what he deserves." Walter sighed.

Thatcher stuck true to his word and prepared the best blankets they had lying around and placed them in Marcel's sleeping corner. Wolfe gave him an extra hug, rubbing his back once he came out of the shower and Marcel almost immediately headed to Walter's room. He smiled softly at the sight of the blankets and, still wearing Walter's hoodie, he curled up underneath them. When Walter realized he was there, he walked in and knelt at Marcel's side with the cup of tea in his hands.

"Marcel." Walter spoke softly.

"Hm?" Marcel slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"I made you tea.. To say I'm sorry." Walter swallowed.

Marcel smiled softly and crawled over to Walter, snuggling into his arms,"Thank you, sir."

Walter gave Marcel the cup and he began to drink. That's when he noticed Marcel wearing his hoodie still.. And he rested his chin on his head. Marcel drank his tea and leaned his head against Gunther's shoulder as he smiled up at him. Walter set the cup to the side and grabbed one of the blankets, wrapping it around Marcel while his boy snuggled further into his arms.

"I.. Marcel-" Walter went to speak.

"Shh.. It's okay." Marcel hummed,"I feel better, I promise."

"..I've never made you cry before." Walter's voice shook as he cradled Marcel in his arms.

"Walter." Marcel sighed.

And that's what Walter didn't mention to the others, knowing they would be even more protective of Marcel. He knew they'd want to desperately protect and coddle him if they Walter made him cry.. Despite the harsh punishments he often faced on behalf of his friends, Marcel had remained strong. But Walter was just.. He wasn't even sure what Thatcher had done to rile him up or if it was something Fabian said, but each chop delivered to Marcel.. He didn't deserve any of them. By the final chop, his chest was covered in red marks and bruises.. And blood.. And as he tried to stand, Walter saw the tears that built up in Marcel's eyes, the tears that he desperately tried to hide and wipe away. Marcel tried to force a smile, but Walter wrapped him up in his hoodie and held him tightly. His boy didn't deserve that..

"I'm sorry.." Walter gently kissed the top of his head,"Truly, Marcel. I'm sorry."

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Axel kept his head down as he stood in CMJ's office, he could hear him discussing things with Thatcher and Walter. Probably reminding Thatcher that if he had held his tongue and not been so disrespectful, then Axel would be out there with them. But Axel didn't blame Thatcher, it wasn't his fault.. Sometimes he got frustrated and lashed out, and that was okay, even if it meant Axel had to deal with the consequences. When CMJ re-entered his office, he placed a firm hand on Axel's back.

"Kneel for me." CMJ instructed.

And Axel listened, kneeling down and sitting high on his knees,"Yes, sir."

"I don't hit as hard as Walter so I'll need to chop you more than he does, okay?" CMJ raised a brow, as if Axel would ever refuse.

"That's okay, sir." Axel nodded.

Axel made sure he was physically ready before CMJ even walked in. He had already removed his shirt and done his deep breathing to steel his nerves. CMJ was never as.. Tender as Walter and Thatcher were after his punishments. He was always very blunt about the situation and the least apologetic, but he didn't look forward to hurting Axel.. Although, he didn't mind it. For CMJ, punishing Axel was just like punishing any other member of Ringkampf. It was standard procedure in his eyes, nothing personal.

And Axel always took his punishments so well. CMJ thought part of Axel enjoyed that, not in some weird sexual way, Axel always avoided that subject, but.. He figured Axel's young brain maybe viewed a punishment as another way to prove himself, prove he belonged. After all, if he could take an enslaught of chops without wincing or flinching or even running laps until his legs gave way beneath him, surely that proved he was good enough to be in Ringkampf with the likes of Walter and Thatcher. There was something to be admired in determination like that, regardless of how stupid it might have been.

The first chop was usually always the worst, reminding Axel of the sharp sensation of flesh hitting flesh. And CMJ was right, Walter hit harder and though he wouldn't admit it out loud, he preferred the feeling of Walter's rough hands against his bare chest. There was something.. Different when Walter hit him, even if it stung twice as much. Axel just maintained focus on a painting on the wall, the only sound ringing in his ears being the slap of CMJ's hand marking his chest. When it was over, Axel stayed quiet until CMJ patted his back, much more gentle than his previous strikes.

"You did good, Junior." CMJ told him,"You can stand up now."

"Okay, sir." Axel nodded, slowly getting to his feet.

"You should go see Thatcher and Walter now, you know how they get after these punishments." CMJ sighed.

"I will, sir." Axel spoke softly, picking up his t-shirt and leaving the office.

Axel could barely get his t-shirt back on before being ambushed by Thatcher. He took the t-shirt away and studied Axel's chest, looking over each bruise and mark.. Looking at what he did to his friend. Thatcher sighed and guided Axel over to the sofa, sitting down and pulling him onto his lap, much like Walter did. And Axel didn't mind, resting his head on Thatcher's shoulder as the larger man ruffled his hair, whispering quiet apologies as Walter made tea. Even just the smell of tea brewing relaxed Axel, and even if just for a minute, he was able to forget the stinging sensation in his chest, able to forget the pain.

Sometimes Axel even quietly asked Walter what the punishment would be for certain actions because he knew they were coming. He did eventually figure out the gist of it. Training infractions and mistakes during matches usually meant he'd be running laps, be it a set amount or simply until failure. Chops were typically reserved for disrespect and things like that. The only thing exclusively given for wrongdoings of his own, were the groundings. Nobody else in the group really seemed to mind that, so that was reserved for Axel's 'mistakes' alone. The most common reason Axel noted was not getting his chores done on time, but often Axel viewed it as.. An unfair punishment, though he wouldn't admit it aloud, because sometimes his chores were done perfectly and Walter would just ground him without giving a proper reason.

Axel instinctively bit his cheek whenever Thatcher, or later Wolfe, spoke out of turn, knowing what was to come for himself.. But he noticed how they would always wince and quickly fall silent, recognizing their mistake. Their change in demeanor was almost immediate. Axel felt.. Proud of himself when he saw it happening, knowing that he was doing his job right if they calmed so quickly. But as Axel continued thinking, he began to wonder if the fact that he was the whipping boy of the group was part of the reason why Ilja refused to join them.

Ilja was trained by Wolfe and, in many aspects, he was too much like Wolfe. Like his mentor, he would see these punishments as a challenge, and he knew he'd also end up challenging Walter, constantly, be it in training or in expected behavior... And Axel would bear the brunt of it. Ilja, in good conscience, just couldn't do that. He knew Axel already took the punishment for three members of the group and was not going to add to the pain he probably suffered daily. No. So he remained close friends with everyone, but never officially joined the group.

One evening, after a show, everyone was just minding their own business in the back. Walter was discussing training with Wolfe and Thatcher nd some of the other guys were trying to convince Axel to come out with them to the bar, to go out drinking. He didn't particularly want to but.. They wouldn't leave him alone.

"Really, Mack. I'm not interested." Axel told him.

"Come on, it'll be fun. Just a couple drinks, maybe you could find a nice girl to being home." Mack teased.

And Axel tensed, not fully sure of why that thought made him uncomfortable,"I'm fine."

"A few drinks won't hurt you, and I'll keep a good eye on you." Mack assured him,"What do you say?"

Thatcher knew in his heart that one, he shouldn't have been listening in on Axel's conversation and two, Axel would never agree to going out without Walter's permission. But he could see the kid getting uneasy, becoming uncomfortable under the pressure to agree.. So Thatcher did what any good friend would do and stepped in, wrapping his arm around Axel's shoulder.

"Nope. Sorry, kid, but I just, uh.. Had a little disagreement with the General." Thatcher cleared his throat,"You're grounded for the next two weeks."

"Oh. Okay.. Sorry, Mack." Axel shrugged slightly.

Walter was confused for the first .5 seconds after Thatcher left their conversation and joined Axel's. In fact, he was about ready to chop him into next week because Thatcher had no right to punish Axel. But then it hit him. There was no disagreement, no argument. Thatcher was simply.. Protecting Axel from bad influences, keeping their precious boy safe. Walter briefly studied who Axel was talking with and gave Thatcher a brief nod of understanding, thinking it was all put to rest.

But Axel didn't get it.

Axel quietly walked to Walter's side, resting his head on his shoulder as he waited for them to travel back home. While Axel wouldn't directly question Walter for this, he still didn't understand his punishment. Axel didn't speak as they arrived home, simply heading to Walter's room and sitting in his corner. He pulled his knees close to his chest and tried to ignore the burning feeling in the corner of his eyes.. Stupid. Axel shouldn't have been crying about this, he was supposed to complete his punishments with grace and.. But Axel didn't get it.

Why was he being grounded over an argument? Disrespect and challenging Walter meant chops, it had always meant chops. Had Axel been bad without realizing it? Did Thatcher want to lessen the blow by claiming it to be his fault and not Axel's? Any tears were quickly scrubbed away and Axel curled up under one of his blankets, just wondering how he'd managed to upset Walter without realizing it... And Axel served his two weeks, constantly confused by Walter and CMJ implying they would be willing to go easy this time. Easy? For what? They never explained what he'd done wrong, so Axel didn't know what to fix..

In Imperium, Axel's standards were always the highest. So, while Walter may coddle him and praise him after taking a hard punishment, he was still expected to excell in training.. Yet most of his high standards were more behavior related and less so physical standards. While Wolfe or Thatcher could wear what they wanted, within reason, Axel was limited to a uniform. He could wear polos, turtlenecks or his Ringkampf/Imperium branded gear. Walter didn't mind him wearing stuff like that, he thought it was cute, but he hated seeing Axel in band t-shirts and things like that, even if Walter himself wore them. There was one exception, and that was when Axel borrowed his hoodies. Now that? That was simply adorable, considering how the clothes typically drowned him.

There were also restrictions on Axel's speech. Of course, he wasn't supposed to talk a lot when he was grounded, limited to only speaking when it was absolutely necessary. He would always squeeze Walter's hand for permission to speak just to avoid speaking out of turn, but he also wasn't allowed to swear a lot. And in dialy life, more specifically in training, Axel and later Fabian had to address Thatcher and Wolfe as 'sir' if they were giving a correction or something like that. Axel was always polite and respectful... But today, Walter didn't seem to see that. He was having a rough day and pulled Axel aside after training, grounding him for not addressing Wolfe correctly.. The incident itself happened after their training, during their cool down when nobody usually minded.

But Axel stayed quiet. He accepted his three day grounding and moved one. What else could he do? He certainly wasn't going to argue over it. Then, when it seemed Fabian was finally grating on Walter's nerves, he was permitted his little 'shore leave'. But Axel wasn't. He couldn't go because he was grounded, something Axel wasn't aware of until Walter said so. And Axel noticed that Walter only really grounded him when he was having bad days.. Yet he didn't see inconsistency. No. He saw it as Walter probably thinking that Axel needed to address Thatcher and Wolfe more respectfully, even during cool downs. Sometimes he just doesn't have the patience to let that slide.

Axel thought he was so.. Lucky. Very lucky. After all, Walter was so kind to him, letting Axel snuggle against his chest after punishments or keep warm in the colder months by wearing his clothes. But.. Axel didn't need to be indulged. He really didn't want to be a bad boy, so he grew even more respectful until.. That simply became the expectation to uphold, an expectation that could never be placed on Fabian.

Fabian.

Where should Axel even begin with Fabian. Well, Fabian certainly felt.. Different.. To Axel. They weren't best friends, regardless of the rhetoric that Fabian spouted. In truth, Axel was probably the only person he could come close to calling a friend... But they weren't best friends. Yet Axel didn't have the heart to tell Fabian that, so he let his friend believe. The Italian was truly lonely, but that was a separate matter that didn't concern Axel.

It was true that Fabian never tried to get Axel to take his punishments, but it was also true that he never seemed all that bothered by them. Of course, Axel didn't expect the coddling he gets from the others, but he noticed how Fabian never gives any thought either. One time they were both in the bathroom getting ready, saving time by going in together since neither were showering. Axel thought about an incident where Fabian asked Axel to grab him a glass of water when he saw him, despite Axel having just returned from running laps until he collapsed. Axel didn't complain and got him his water, but he certainly remembered it. Then, as Axel turned towards the sink, Fabian jostled in front of him, mindlessly elbowing Axel's welted chest. Axel barely held back a wince, taking a moment to steady himself.

"You alright?" Fabian asked, looking back at him.

And Axel simply smiled back,"Oh, I'm fine. I just hit my elbow against the cabinet."

"You have to be more careful." Fabian shook his head, a soft chuckle leaving his lips,"You wouldn't want your General worrying."

"Not at all." Axel hummed as he left the bathroom.

He understood that Fabian probably didn't mean to hurt him, he probably didn't realize the damage to Axel's chest. Kaybe that was his fault for masking it so well.. Little things. It was little things Axel didn't mind or voice, like those moments, but things he noticed. Things he noticed and thought about long enough.. To approach Walter about it. Axel found Walter in his bedroom and gently squeezed his hand, causing a relatively surprised Walter to turn around.

"Axel- You're so quiet." Walter hummed,"What is it?"

"Sir.. Am I going to be Fabian's whipping boy too?" Axel asked softly.

"No." Walter's answer was almost immediate,"Absolutely not."

And Axel couldn't even hide his sigh of relief, resting his head on Walter's shoulder,"Thank you, sir."

Axel was so relieved to hear that, to hear him say no. Was that.. Selfish? Axel hoped not. Axel had never questioned his job before, never questioned taking anyone's punishments.. Until Fabian. Instead, Axel was met with a kiss to the top of his head and he smiled softly.

"Fabian would never learn if you took his punishments, he needs to feel the consequences of his actions." Walter explained, rubbing his back,"Is your chest okay?"

"It was.. But Fabian accidentally nudged me and it stings and-" Axel told him before Walter pulled away, raising Axel's chin.

"Do you need anything?" Walter asked him.

"No- I'm okay." Axel insisted.

Walter studied him before removing Axel's polo and looking at Axel's chest. It was red and bruised, although it looked better than it had last night. Walter resisted the urge he had to kiss it better, thinking that to be far too indulgent. Instead, he pulled one of his own hoodies over Axel and looked down at him. There. Much better. Axel knew his place, but the way Walter treated him always eased any pain or discomfort. He always felt so much better in his embrace..

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"Come on, Marcel." Fabian sighed.

Marcel shook his head, not looking up at Fabian as he sat on the sofa,"No, thank you."

The conversation had been going on for around half an hour. It started off normally, of course, but then Fabian began.. Asking strange questions. Asking how late Marcel was allowed out, asking if Walter gave him a bed time and even asking about his favourite drinks. Marcel assumed he was hinting at something and eventually just asked. That's how he figured out that Fabian was trying to convince him to go out drinking with him at a bar.

"You'll like it." Fabian told him.

"I won't." Marcel countered,"Mein General wouldn't allow such a thing."

"It's just one night." Fabian shrugged,"If you ask, he'll let you go."

"No, I don't want to." Marcel shook his head.

"You just don't know what you're missing out on. Don't you want to just have some fun?" Fabian questioned,"I'll make sure you're okay."

Drinking at a bar wasn't Marcel's idea of fun, it never had been. The rest of Imperium had no issues going out to a bar every now and again, but Marcel trusted his trainers, he trusted Walter and Thatcher. If Fabian really was his best friend, surely he would get the message and leave him alone.. Maybe Marcel needed better friends. Thankfully, Thatcher and Wolfe took notice of what Fabian was doing and decided to take action into their own hands. Fabian and Marcel hadn't noticed them yet, time to get their attention.

"I'm telling you- We should run laps and then do our drills instead of finishing with laps." Wolfe pointed.

"Why? We've always done it this way." Thatcher blinked.

"I think it's more effective, running laps to get in some cardio before the more difficult stuff." Wolfe shrugged.

"What about the relief of only running a few laps at the end after a rough workout?" Thatcher questioned.

"Just- Swap it out for some gentle stretching." Wolfe nodded.

Voices were raised, although not to the extent of them actually being rude to one another or possibly frightening Marcel. But it was enough to get Walter's attention and he crossed his arms as he entered the room, a look of vague disappointment on his face. Then he looked at their faces, saw how they gestured slightly towards Axel and Fabian and he understood. Thatcher did spell it out by mouthing 'bar' two or three times, but Walter got the message.

"Marcel." Walter beckoned him forward.

And Marcel quietly got up and walked to his side,"Yes, sir?"

"You're grounded, two weeks." Walter stated,"Usually an argument would end in chops, but you were clearly both passionate about our training and.. I respect that."

"Okay, sir." Marcel nodded.

"Go sit in our room for a bit if your chores are up to date." Walter instructed.

And so quietly, Marcel made his way to their room and sat down in his corner. He accepted his punishment, as always, because at least it was for a good reason. The mat was sacred, as his Papa always said, so they always had to ensure their training was the best it could be. As Marcel sat, pulling the hoodie he 'borrowed' from Walter close to his chest, a thought crossed his mind.. This punishment was a reminder to Marcel that he couldn't take that tone with Walter, even if he wanted to. No. He wouldn't dare.

Although this punishment felt.. Different. Usually if Marcel was grounded and in trouble for not getting his chores done, that was really all he was permitted to do. But they were all up to date. All Marcel needed to do was follow his schedule, but that left room for a lot of free time. He was grounded, though, so nearly everything was forbidden. One thing Marcel was still permitted to do was work on gear, which was normal for being grounded, but he was also allowed to sit at Walter's feet- Or Wolfe or Thatcher's. Marcel often found himself nestled at their feet and he couldn't stop himself smiling as they petted his hair. Normally, they wouldn't do that while he was grounded. It was weird. But if felt so nice..

It was like the only thing that changed during this grounding was Marcel's behavior. There were maybe a few changes, but they weren't bad. They weren't things that usually happened whenever Marcel was grounded, but they weren't exactly indulgences either. For example, it felt like someone was always touching Marcel when he wasn't working, whether it was a hair ruffle or a guiding hand on his shoulder. They also talked to him a bit more than usual when he was grounded, but less than when he was not. It was strange, but Marcel wasn't going to complain.

That evening, Marcel was just finishing up doing the dishes as the others got ready to watch TV. He smiled softly at them, knowing they weren't looking before he dried his hands and went to leave. Marcel was allowed to watch TV, but he knew he wasn't allowed when he was grounded, so he didn't want to try and escape it while it was on or have Walter remind him of his place. But Walter grabbed his hand, stopping Marcel in his tracks.

"Yes, sir?" Marcel swallowed.

"You aren't to watch the TV, but you can still sit here with us." Walter told him.

"Really, sir?" Marcel smiled.

"Really." Walter repeated,"Now sit down like a good boy for me."

Sure, he wasn't allowed to watch but Marcel didn't mind. He was happy enough to sit at Walter's feet with his friends. Marcel even got to work on some of Thatcher's gear that had needed repaired. But as he sat there, it hit him. Marcel realized that this wasn't a regular grounding. There was just no way his General would be so indulgent. No. So.. Marcel began to think about it. He thought about what had changed and the only thing that came to mind... Was Fabian trying to get him to go out drinking at bars. Of course Walter wouldn't agree and Marcel wouldn't go without his permission. But his General didn't just deny it because Marcel must have shown too much interest.. He really didn't mean to. Marcel wanted to tell him, he wanted to show that he understood.

So Marcel reached up and gently squeezed Walter's hand. Walter, surprised, looked down at him and gave a small squeeze back.

"What is it, Marcel?" Walter asked him.

"I understand why I've been grounded, sir. And I apologize." Marcel told him, looking down.

Walter ruffled his hair,"Why are you sorry, hm?"

"You grounded me because Fabian was trying to get me to go out and drink, like Mack did. I really didn't want to go, and I'm sorry if it looked like I was showing too much interest. I didn't mean that.. I was just trying to be polite." Marcel explained.

"I knew you were a good boy." Walter hummed,"So clever, aren't you?"

'Mhm." Marcel smiled up at him.

And.. That was it. Walter praised him for being so sweet and clever and then just.. Went back to watching TV. Marcel rested his head on Walter's thigh, closing his eyes as Walter began to pet his hair. This was nice.. But a part of him was.. Disappointed? Maybe he thought if he was smart enough to work out why he was being punished and explained that he was good then.. Maybe Walter would unground him. Marcel knew he didn't really deserve to be ungrounded, but it was a nice fault. As long as Walter knew he was a good boy, that's all that mattered..

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Walter woke up slowly, almost immediately looking to his side, to Marcel's corner. Clearly, his boy was already awake, which was good. Walter didn't like when he slept in because it meant he had the unfortunate job of waking Marcel. He knew it was necessary but also hated it, hating having to wake up Marcel when he was so peaceful looking.. Such a sweet boy. So Walter stretched and got dressed, taking note of how.. Quiet the house actually sounded. Then when he walked through and looked around, there was no sign of Marcel.

Thatcher and Wolfe were sat on the couch and Fabian was just walking out of the kitchen.. But no Marcel. That was odd and Walter didn't like it. If Marcel wasn't in their room or with everyone else, where was he? It wasn't like Marcel to leave the house unannounced or unaccompanied so-

"Walter, you're up." Thatcher turned to him,"Is Marcel okay?"

Walter blinked,"What do you mean? I thought he was up with you lot."

"No, we haven't seen him all morning." Wolfe shook his head,"We thought he might have had a rough night and slept in."

Walter sighed,"Well, he has to be somewhere. He wouldn't leave without my permission."

"I mean, the bathroom's been locked all morning." Fabian spoke up,"I assumed one of you was in there, so I left it."

Walter paused before walking towards the bathroom and tried the handle. Sure enough, locked. Walter bit his cheek, feeling an odd nervous feeling in the bottom of his stomach. Why did he only feel this way when it came to Marcel and his safety? Walter sighed, hoping that maybe he could convince Marcel to open the door.

"Marcel?" Walter called through the door, gently knocking,"Is everything alright in there?"

Walter didn't receive an answer, not a proper one. He heard a wince and quiet mumbling. Marcel.. He was definitely in there. Was he hurt? Unwell? Walter didn't know and he didn't think Marcel was able to answer him. Shit. Walter was mere seconds away from asking Thatcher to force the door open when.. The lock slowly clicked. Walter was quick to open the door and he found Marcel. He was on his knees, breathing slowly and deeply as he looked up at Walter. His eyes looked so tired and he was soaked in sweat. Marcel..

"Sir." Marcel forced out,"I.. I think I'm okay now."

"Marcel, are you sure? You look sick." Walter knelt in front of him.

"..I'm fine." Marcel tried to stand, only for him to fall froward into Walter's arms.

And Walter held him close, running a hand through his damp hair,"Fine? Marcel, you can't possibly expect me to believe that you're okay."

"I will be.." Marcel mumbled,"I just- I can work. I'll.. I'll do my chores and-"

"No, what you're going to do is get comfy in bed. I'm going to look after you today, we all will." Walter told him, rubbing his back.

Marcel swallowed,"I'm sorry, sir.."

"Don't be." Walter shook his head,"Everybody gets ill sometimes. I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner considering how you care for us all when we're unwell."

"I know I shouldn't ask but.. Will you hold me?" Marcel asked quietly,"Even for a little while?"

"I can do that." Walter nodded, scooping Marcel up in his arms,"As long as you rest."

Marcel nodded, nestling his face in Walter's shoulder as he was carried out of the bathroom and back to their bedroom. Walter sat Marcel on the bed, gently ruffling his hair before helping him out of his sweat-covered shirt and into something clean. Once dressed, Walter tucked him in and sat at Marcel's side, gently petting his hair to soothe him and.. Walter smiled. He smiled as he watched Marcel relax under his touch, such a sweet boy. His sweet boy.

"Are you comfortable?" Walter asked him.

"Mhm." Marcel hummed, his tired eyes blinking slowly.

"Well, I'll go get you some-" Walter began and stood up, only for Marcel to grab his hand.

"Don't go." Marcel shook his head,"Please..?"

Walter sighed softly, brushing his thumb over Marcel's knuckles,"I'm going get you medicine, to help you feel better. I'll be back soon."

"Mm.." Marcel looked down, squeezing his hand.

"What about some water, too? And I'm sure Wolfe would make you some soup." Walter told him.

"You think?" Marcel asked softly, a small smile on his face.

"I know he will." Walter hummed,"Now you close your eyes and get some rest. It'll make you feel better."

Marcel nodded slowly, curling up underneath the covers while still keeping hold of Walter's hand. Walter sighed softly and just watched Marcel for a moment more, waiting for his grip to lessen. Good boy. When his hand was released, Walter was quick to make his way back through to the others who.. Seemed to be waiting eagerly for him, for answers about Marcel.

"So?" Thatcher was the one to first speak up,"Is he okay?"

"No, he's not well." Walter shook his head,"I'm not quite sure what's wrong, but-"

"How can we help?" Thatcher questioned,"How can Ihelp? Is there-"

"Tim." Walter stopped him,"Breathe."

"Right- Right, I'm.. Okay." Thatcher swallowed,"Just tell me what to do."

And Fabian watched the three of them in.. Confusion. What? Marcel was sick, so what? They'd all been sick before and Fabian couldn't understand how Marcel being sick was a bigger deal than the rest of them being sick. He stood to the side, watching as Wolfe prepared soup, trying to make sure it was perfect and he noticed how Walter quietly fretted about 'his boy'. Fabian hardly saw Thatcher that day. Why? Well, because he spent a majority of the day with Marcel, be it helping him drink or just quietly comforting him. Fabian heard through the door and he simply couldn't fathom it. Yeah, Marcel looked after all of them when they were sick, but to Fabian that was a lot different than four people babying one.

The others saw it differently. To them, Marcel deserved all the care they could give him. Marcel was always very particular about how he cared for them all, he was always so gentle and often worked himself into the ground to make sure they got better, while also focusing on his chores. Now was their turn to repay that, to make Marcel feel loved and appreciated. After all the time they'd known each other, they'd even picked up on the preferences that Marcel dared not voice in front of them. Wolfe knew what type of soup was his favourite and how he liked his tea, Thatcher figured out how to comfort Marcel with a gentle touch and Walter learned that Marcel had a favourite hoodie of his that he liked to curl up with.

As the day drew to a close, Marcel had ate his soup and had his medicine. He weakly mentioned stomach pains but Walter did what he could to soothe them. That ended with Walter pulling Marcel close to him, letting his boy cuddle into his side and rest his head on his shoulder. He heard the occasional whimper but Marcel tried to silence each one whenever Walter so much as glanced over at him. Walter sighed softly and wrapped his arm around Marcel, rubbing his side.

"Are.. Sir, are you comfortable?" Marcel asked quietly.

"Marcel, is it that strange to think that I don't mind physical affection when it comes from you?" Walter raised a brow.

"I just don't want to bother you." Marcel told him.

"You aren't bothering me." Walter insisted,"You care for all of us when we're sick, it's only fair that we do the same for you."

Marcel nestled his head against his neck,"..Fabian didn't come see me. Is he okay?"

"Fabian.. He hasn't made an effort today. I'm due chopping him for not even asking how you were." Walter spat, rubbing Marcel's back.

"It's okay-" Marcel tried.

"Marcel, did you not carefully monitor his health when he was ill? You cooked for him and checked on him throughout the day?" Walter reminded him.

Marcel sniffled, snuggling against Walter,"..That's my job, sir."

"Marcel.." Walter sighed, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head,"Don't think about him."

Marcel nodded, trying to ignore his thoughts as Walter continued to comfort him. It was okay that Fabian didn't come see him, Marcel didn't mind. After all, it wasn't Fabian's job to care for him. Marcel still didn't fully understand why the rest of his friends wasted their time looking after him but.. It felt good. Was it weird that Marcel felt so safe in Walter's arms? He felt safe with Thatcher and Wolfe but.. There was just that extra layer of protection as he curled up against Walter's chest, his head resting on his shoulder. That's what Marcel felt as he drifted off, the pain almost dimming.. Safe.

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Thatcher stood in the kitchen, watching as Marcel curled up on the sofa and napped. He'd just completed a punishment, a punishment for Thatcher.. He'd been trying his best for a long time but sometimes he stumbled and spoke out against Walter. Thatcher always felt awful, especially since he knew Marcel was probably getting used to not suffering through Walter's chops. But Thatcher did notice that he was wearing one of Walter's hoodies..

"Hey." Wolfe nudged him as he walked over,"It's not your fault."

"You know it is." Thatcher sighed,"But thanks."

"Marcel doesn't blame you." Wolfe shook his head.

"That's part of the problem." Thatcher told him,"He's just so.. Nice. Even after everything, all the punishments, he still looks at me with.."

"Those eyes?" Wolfe raised a brow.

"Those fucking eyes." Thatcher nodded.

Thatcher hated looking into Marcel's eyes after a punishment. They may have been wet with unshed tears but he always assured them that everything was okay, that he was okay and he wasn't angry. He would curl up on the sofa beside Thatcher and rest his head on his shoulder. Marcel always seemed so.. Calm in those moments, relaxed even, as Thatcher was internally berating himself for letting Marcel get hurt because of his actions.

"Well, his birthday is coming up.." Wolfe told him.

"It is." Thatcher nodded slowly,"..What are you suggesting?"

"Maybe if we asked Walter, he'd be willing to indulge Marcel on his birthday." Wolfe suggested,"He's been very well behaved."

"You think he'd agree?" Thatcher asked.

"Tim, Walter adores Marcel." Wolfe hummed,"He's strict with him, but he's the only person I've seen Walter soften with."

"Marcel does that to all of us." Thatcher sighed.

"Walter slept on the floor with him once." Wolfe commented.

Thatcher blinked,"What?"

"It was after a punishment. He'd been gone for a while so I checked their room. Fast asleep on the floor, Marcel in his lap." Wolfe smirked.

Thatcher chuckled to himself, picturing the scene himself. Was Walter soft with Marcel after punishments? Yes, they all were. Marcel simply deserved all the care they could provide him after he went through punishments for them. But Walter lowering himself to the floor for Marcel? It was almost.. Hard for Thatcher to envision. But it was an adorable image nonetheless. Thatcher, just looking at Marcel curled up on the sofa, could picture him sleeping peacefully.. Anywhere.

"And I've noticed that.. Marcel's the only one that can calm him down." Wolfe commented.

"Huh.. I never really thought about it like that." Thatcher nodded.

"Me either, but.. When you see them at the arena and Fabian's just getting on his last nerve, all Marcel needs to do is touch his arm and-" Wolfe began.

"And it's like a totally different Walter." Thatcher finished.

Maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but it was true. Walter would yell at everyone, except for Marcel, and if he broke that rule they always ended up hearing Walter quietly apologizing for it. Maybe Marcel's presence was just calming because knowing that he was there flipped a switch in Walter. Marcel sitting content at his feet or resting his hand on Walter's arm.. If he was big rant, it would cause him to falter and stop. It could be quite amusing to witness and, more often than not, distracted Walter enough to make him forget why he was angry or exactly how angry he was.

So when Walter walked out, that's the first thing Wolfe and Thatcher asked him, if they could indulge Marcel on his birthday. Walter thought about it, maybe for a minute or so, before quietly agreeing. He'd already been considering for a while, but something he knew he had to do after his boys mentioned it. Marcel was his sweet boy at the end of the day and he deserved something nice. Usually they'd go out and drink at a bar for one of their birthdays, but Walter knew that was out of the question. Not only did he not particularly want Marcel drinking alcohol, he knew Marcel wouldn't enjoy the environment and would probably feel better doing something he was more comfortable with on his birthday.

The trio all brainstormed presents that they thought Marcel would appreciate. They knew him best and knew that, while he didn't want for much, he definitely had favourite things. Sewing supplies, maybe a recipe book or some new turtlenecks. Walter hesitated when Wolfe suggested getting Marcel a hoodie of his own, black or with an Imperium design so it was essentially his uniform. Sure, he would probably appreciate it but.. Walter much preferred to see Marcel in his hoodies, the ones that made him look small but so cozy. He'd consider it. Fabian was occasionally asked about Marcel's birthday, but the subject around him was dropped whenever he suggested the bar or purchasing Marcel alcohol for at home. It wasn't happening.

By the time Marcel's birthday rolled around, everyone was aware of what was happening... Besides him. He woke up and stretched, rubbing his eyes as he slowly got up. Although, before Marcel could leave the room, he was pulled into a hug. Marcel smiled softly and turned, nestling his face against Walter's chest. Walter chuckled and held him slightly closer, he couldn't help.

"Happy birthday, Marcel." Walter hummed.

"Oh- Yes. It is, isn't it?" Marcel nodded.

"Yes, and we've got a nice day planned for you." Walter told him.

"You.. Planned something for me?" Marcel blinked.

"Yes. You aren't doing any chores today, we'll have some cake and maybe we could put on a film later." Walter told him.

Marcel gasped slightly,"You're serious?"

"Of course." Walter nodded,"Now, come on. We've got gifts to open."

Marcel grinned and that's what reminded Walter that this was worth it, that smile... The group sat in the living room, Marcel on the floor and the others on the sofa. Wolfe got him the recipe book they'd discussed and Thatcher got him the sewing supplies and a spare pair of boot laces. Walter.. He got Marcel his updated uniforms. Three turtlenecks. Black, white and.. Blue. Everyone aside from Walter and Marcel seemed confused.

"Blue?" Fabian raised a brow,"That's a bit.. Colorful for your usual taste."

But Marcel looked at Walter,"You noticed?"

"I pay attention, Marcel." Walter hummed, ruffling his hair.

Marcel looked up at him excitedly before Walter nodded, and he hurried off to get dressed. The truth was that Walter had caught Marcel eyeing the blue turtleneck a few times when they went out to the store. And Walter imagined Marcel wearing it.. He liked that image. The blue matched his eyes and since Marcel was so well-behaved.. Well, Walter thought Marcel would look nice wearing it. And he was right. Marcel walked out of their room with a big smile on his face and.. He hugged Walter. Walter tensed briefly but he held Marcel tightly, ruffling his hair.

It was weird seeing Marcel.. Not doing chores. He sat quite content at Thatcher's feet, rambling on to him as he sewed. Thatcher petted his hair and just.. Listened. He occasionally offered a small hum of agreement or a follow-up question but he mostly sat quiet. Marcel was just.. His sweet, younger brother that he had to protect. He paid no mind to Fabian looking over at them and, in fact, neither did Marcel. They were in their own little bubble. Although, unfortunately, Fabian decided to speak up.

"Tim." Fabian began,"Don't you think we should celebrate properly for Marcel's birthday?"

Thatcher looked up at him, although Marcel didn't,"What?"

"Y'know, at the bar." Fabian hummed.

"Don't let Walter hear you say that." Thatcher shook his head.

"It's just a suggestion." Fabian shrugged,"We all get to celebrate properly. Marcel's an adult and he should be able to celebrate like one."

"Fabian." Wolfe called to him from another room,"Walter needs you through here."

"I'll- Tim, I'll be back." Fabian pointed before walking towards Wolfe's voice.

"Tim.." Marcel spoke softly,"You know I don't want that, right? I'm good, I promise."

"I know, Marcel." Thatcher ruffled his hair,"How about you tell me more about those meals you want to make Walter."

"Oh- Of course!" Marcel nodded quickly.

Unfortunately, while they may have deterred Fabian for now, he persisted. He tried with Thatcher and Wolfe throughout the day and even tried subtly suggesting it to Walter. Marcel tried to ignore it and enjoy his birthday. Walter even cooked dinner for him, letting Marcel sit beside him on the sofa as he ate his food and a slice of cake.. Fabian persisted.

"Not even a little drink?" Fabian asked.

'We're not having this conversation again, Fabian." Walter sighed.

"Why not?' Fabian questioned,"How will he know he doesn't like it if he doesn't try it."

"He doesn't need to try it if he doesn't want to." Walter shook his head.

"Walter, he-" Fabian tried.

"Enough." Walter snapped at him.

Marcel tensed and, as Walter stood to reprimand Fabian, he hurried to his room. He didn't want to drink, he didn't want to be bad. So, now alone, Marcel grabbed one of Walter's hoodies from the wardrobe and put it on before curling up on the floor. He was a good boy.. Walter entered a few minutes later, shaking his head when.. He saw his sweet boy curled up on the floor. Walter sighed and scooped him up, holding Marcel against his chest.

"Marcel." Walter rested his chin atop Marcel's head,"You weren't bad.. I'm sorry if I upset you on your birthday.'

"You didn't, sir.." Marcel nuzzled against his chest.

"Fabian just-" Walter began.

"No, don't think about him." Marcel looked up at him,"Just.. Relax. He isn't here right now."

"He isn't here." Walter nodded slowly.

"Just us." Marcel hummed.

"You can.. Keep the hoodie if you want. Consider it an apology gift for not stopping Fabian." Walter told him.

Marcel smiled softly, snuggling into the hoodie,"Thank you, Walter."

"You're welcome, Marcel." Walter pulled the hood up.

Marcel smiled and made himself comfortable in Walter's lap in his hoodie. Walter sighed softly. Why did Marcel have to be so.. Perfect? That was just who he was. Fabian always seemed to cause trouble, yet Marcel remained sweet and lovable. He was a good boy, the best boy, and he deserved to be treated well on his birthday. Walter wouldn't let Fabian ruin it for him..

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"I think you did really well today, sir." Marcel told Thatcher.

"Me? Marcel, there's been such an improvement in your abilities." Thatcher pointed.

"You think so?" Marcel asked, a small smile on his face.

"I do." Thatcher nodded, ruffling his hair,"And I say we celebrate."

"Walter?" Wolfe looked to him.

"You've all been putting the work in recently." Walter hummed,"Alright, we can celebrate."

"Does that mean-" Fabian began.

"Yes, Fabian. The rest of us will be allowed an alcoholic drink." Walter told him.

Fabian seemed pleased with that answer, but Marcel stuck close to Walter's side. He was happy to look after the others when they got drunk, knowing they tended not to drink too much around him but.. He worried. Whenever alcohol was involved, Fabian always insisted that Marcel try some. Marcel didn't want to drink but Fabian always tried to persuade him otherwise and it made him so.. Uncomfortable. But Walter wouldn't let Fabian hurt him. Walter.. He would protect him.

While the others got themselves comfortable, Marcel headed to the kitchen to get everything ready. He hummed softly as he searched through the cabinets for something suitable. He wasn't permitted to drink alcohol, but he was trusted to pour it out since they knew he wouldn't try any. Unbeknownst to Marcel, Fabian had followed him into the kitchen.

"Marcel, don't worry about looking in there. I bought us something." Fabian told him, pulling out a bottle of vodka.

"Oh, that's nice." Marcel smiled softly.

"Here, I'll pour us all some." Fabian offered.

But Marcel shook his head,"I'm not drinking, Fabian."

"Just a little bit?" Fabian tried,"You did so well. Don't you want to celebrate?"

"No. I don't." Marcel sighed.

Fabian looked like he wanted to speak but he stopped himself,"Alright. I'll bring you through some water instead."

"..Thank you." Marcel nodded slowly, not expecting him to give up to easily.

"Maybe some sparkling water, something fancy." Fabian winked,"I just want you to have a good time like the rest of us."

Marcel snickered,"Oh, so fancy."

Marcel smiled as he walked through to the rest of Imperium, joining Walter on the sofa when he was beckoned. Walter ruffled his hair and Fabian walked through with the mixed glasses for everyone. And like that, the group began to drink and just relax. Marcel noticed something was.. Different with his drink. Water wasn't normally spicy, was it? It shouldn't be, right? But his water definitely burned the back of his throat. Marcel didn't typically drink sparkling water and wasn't one to complain, so he remained silent on the matter. It didn't take too long for the effects of what he was drinking to kick in.

At first, nobody else really seemed to notice. Marcel just seemed a bit more clingy, cuddling into Walter's side and even pouting when he got up to use the bathroom. But when he returned, they'd all caught on that something was wrong. Marcel was constantly giggling, even something not particularly funny could set him off and whenever he rambled, it was a bunch of incoherent nonsense. His words were slurred and the points didn't really connect to one another.. And Walter panicked, so he walked over and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Marcel, what have you had to drink?" Walter asked him.

"The spicy water." Marcel answered, not able to keep his hand steady as he pointed.

"Spicy water?" Walter raised a brow.

"Mhm, with the bubbles." Marcel hummed, gently swaying from side to side.

"With the.. Okay, come here." Walter sighed, scooping Marcel up in his arms.

Marcel giggled,"You're so strong."

"I know." Walter sighed,"And you're going to bed."

"Are you going to sleep with me?" Marcel gasped, wiggling his feet.

Walter cleared his throat,"Marcel."

Marcel giggled as Walter carried him through to their room. Thatcher and Wolfe watched quietly before they both turned to Fabian who shrunk under their gaze. They knew almost immediately that he was at fault. Marcel would never drink alcohol unless he was permitted, which he wasn't, and there was only one person sitting with them who was adamant that Marcel celebrate like the rest of them. Fabian. And they were right. Fabian.. Spiked Marcel's drink, adding some vodka without his knowledge. It wasn't done with malicious intent.. Fabian just wanted Marcel to have a good time like the rest of them, failing to consider how wrong his actions truly were.

Back in Walter's room, he carefully sat Marcel down on the bed and his hand was quickly grabbed. Walter sighed softly. Right, of course.. Marcel appeared to be a clingy drunk, so Walter sat beside him and allowed the smaller man to cuddle his side. Walter looked down at him and Marcel just stared up at Walter, looking into his eyes.

"Am I a good boy?" Marcel asked him.

"Yes, Marcel." Walter ruffled his hair,"I know you didn't intend to drink anything."

Marcel hummed, nuzzling against Walter's neck,"It was.. Spicy."

"So you said." Walter nodded, trying to ignore the warm feeling in his chest.

"Walter." Marcel mumbled,"Your hand looks.. Heavy. Can I hold it for you?"

Walter barely held back a snicker as he looked down at him,"Marcel, are you.. Flirting with me?"

Marcel blinked,"Is it working?"

"I'd be lying if I said your efforts were in vain." Walter sighed.

Marcel smiled up at him and Walter shook his head, separating himself and Marcel so he could get him ready for bed. Walter bit back a smile as he heard the whine that escaped Marcel's lips. Usually he wouldn't tolerate such whining, but Marcel was drunk and Walter would be lying if he said the noise wasn't absolutely adorable. Walter pulled out one of his hoodies and approached the bed, sitting beside him again.

"Walter." Marcel flopped forward onto his lap.

"Yes, Marcel?' Walter asked.

"Am I a good boy?" Marcel looked up at him.

"Yes, Marcel. You're still a good boy." Walter told him,"Now, sit up while I get you changed."

"But you're so comfy." Marcel huffed.

"Marcel." Walter shook his head and pulled him into a seated position,"You can rest after you're changed."

Thankfully, Marcel was well-behaved for him even in an inebriated state. He let Walter swap his shirt for his hoodie and allowed Marcel to rest against his chest as he laid back in bed. Marcel let out a soft hum as rested his head on Walter's chest, gently trailing his hand across Walter's chest.

"You've got a really nice face." Marcel commented,"Nobody ever says it, but I think they should."

"Really?' Walter smiled slightly.

"You're just my type, but I can't tell you that or you won't like me anymore." Marcel mumbled, curling into Walter's hoodie.

"You're.. Scared I won't like you back?" Walter tilted his head.

"Why would you? You're the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on and I'm just.. Eh." Marcel wrapped his limbs around Walter.

"How about you get some rest, hm?" Walter suggested,"We can discuss this more in the morning."

"Just keep talking." Marcel nodded slowly.

And.. Walter did. He kept speaking to Marcel, occasionally stopping to listen to his quiet responses. It was strange listening to Marcel ramble on about how attractive he thought Walter was or how he liked how Walter smelled but not.. Unwelcome. Walter wasn't usually the type of wrestler to be met with those sorts of comments, but it was certainly more adorable hearing Marcel saying all those things. That's how they fell asleep that night. It's also how they woke up, with Marcel's face resting on Walter's chest and his limbs wrapped around the larger man.

Meanwhile, Thatcher and Wolfe passed out together in the living room. That night, they beat the living daylights out of Fabian, until their knuckles were bruised. And while they were furious with Fabian it was.. Partially out of guilt. They'd failed. Yes, Fabian didn't mean any harm and they were all safe at home but.. What if they hadn't been? What if they had been out at a bar and someone else spiked Marcel's drink? Neither thought they deserved a bad and were ready to demand a punishment for themselves when Walter woke up. They deserved it. Both of them had failed at their self-assigned job of protecting Marcel. He was their younger brother, and they let something like this happen to him.

Walter woke up first and spent a few minutes just.. Watching Marcel. He seemed to be okay, still sleeping soundly. Walter wondered how much of the previous night Marcel would remember, although he assumed not a lot. It was his first proper time drinking and it clearly had quite the effect on him. Although, Marcel slowly began to wake up too, wincing as he buried his face in Walter's shoulder.

"Mm.." Marcel whined.

"Headache?" Walter asked softly.

"Walter.. How did.." Marcel sighed, giving up on asking questions.

"Fabian slipped alcohol into your drink so I took care of you last night." Walter explained,"You're.. A very clingy drunk."

"I hope I wasn't a bother, sir.' Marcel rubbed his eyes.

"So.. How much of last night do you actually remember?" Walter questioned.

"I remember.. We won the match." Marcel began, holding his head as he sat up,"And we were going to celebrate.. Not much after that, really."

"Really? You don't remember any of the flirting?" Walter asked as he got up.

"Flirting?" Marcel blinked,"Sir, what flirting?"

Walter chuckled as he left the room, quickly followed by Marcel. Despite his headache, he was nervously asking Walter about the flirting that went down. Walter would tell him... Eventually. He wanted to let him recover from his hangover a little first. So Walter lead him to the kitchen and poured him a glass of water, letting his boy rest his head on his shoulder as they stood. They both noticed Wolfe and Thatcher, but no Fabian, which was good because Walter was not going to let him get away with what he did.. Though he assumed his boys already took care of it.

"I wasn't bad last night.. Was I?" Marcel asked slowly as he drank his water.

"No, Marcel. You were a good boy." Walter rubbed his back,"A little whiny, but it was.. Cute."

"Marcel, you're okay!"

Marcel barely had time to turn before he was enveloped in Thatcher's arms. He was apologizing to him but Marcel wasn't processing any words. His head still hurt. But Marcel pulled Thatcher close and rubbed his back.

"Shh.." Marcel tried to soothe him.

"I should.. Walter needs to punish me." Thatcher shook his head.

"No, he doesn't. You did your best." Marcel told him,"And I'm okay."

"But what if you weren't? What if you got really sick? Or what if we had been out?" Thatcher questioned.

"I'm not angry at you, and neither is Walter." Marcel assured him,"Right, Walter?"

"He's right." Walter nodded before smirking,"Oh, and you told me I was, what was it again.. Ah, yes, the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on."

And Marcel's face went red,"No- Sir, I didn't."

"Wait.. Did he flirt with you?" Thatcher blinked.

"Oh yes, it was very adorable." Walter hummed.

"Sir, I.. That- I don't.." Marcel stammered before giving up and resting his face in Walter's shoulder.

"It's okay, Marcel. We all have our moments." Walter chuckled, ruffling his hair.

Marcel let out a little huff, clearly not as amused as Thatcher or Walter. But it was true. He did flirt with him and Walter thought it was cute. Walter tried to assume it didn't mean anything but.. He was always taught that drunk actions were just sober thoughts. He decided not to push further, but Marcel was not going to escape teasing at all that day.

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"I'm very proud of the work you've been putting in Marcel." Wolfe patted his back.

"You mean it?" Marcel grinned.

"I mean it." Wolfe chuckled, not ready for when Marcel quickly hugged him.

"Thank you, sir." Marcel hugged him and hid his face in Wolfe's shoulder,"But you did very good too."

"Did I?' Wolfe shook his head.

"You did." Walter nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"See?" Marcel looked up at him,"I'm not lying to you if Walter thinks so too."

"So, Walter.." Thatcher cleared his throat,"Since they've both been doing so well.."

"Yes, Tim, we can have a drink tonight." Walter agreed, crossing his arms,"We could all do with a drink."

"All of us?" Fabian spoke up.

"All of us, bar Marcel." Walter repeated.

Fabian seemed disappointed, but Marcel was happy enough. He didn't want to drink and, after leaving Wolfe's side, he snuggled against Walter's side. Marcel loved being close to Walter, no matter the occasion. He found himself curled up against Walter on the sofa while Fabian was trusted with preparing drinks. Usually he would be tasked with preparing them, but Marcel didn't mind getting out of it. It meant he got to spend more time with Walter. He let Walter pet his hair hair absentmindedly as he discussed new training techniques and tried to hide his smile as Walter rested his hand on Marcel's hip. Just.. The closeness.

When Fabian brought the tray of drinks out, a.. Strange smile of sorts on his face, Marcel thought nothing of it. Everyone began drinking, but Marcel didn't touch his cup. He was actually sort of.. Tired. He would rather be curled up in bed or on the floor by Walter's bed, but would stay up for as long as Walter asked him to. Although, speaking of Walter, Marcel immediately noticed that something was.. Off, with his General. Thatcher and Wolfe seemed happy, they were talking to themselves and even Fabian and Walter would occasionally add his imput.. But Walter wasn't acting like his usual self. He was quieter, and he was swaying slightly..

"Sir?" Marcel asked him,"Are you okay?"

"Me? Am I.. Yeah. Yes, I'm fine." Walter nodded slowly.

"Are you sure, sir? You don't look well." Marcel shook his head, resting a hand on Walter's chest.

Walter covered Marcel's hand with his own,"Maybe I.. I think I should lie down."

"I can help you, sir." Marcel told him.

That's when the others noticed Walter acting off, as Marcel helped him to his feet. Usually Walter was.. Well, he could handle his alcohol. Unbeknownst to the group, this was the fault of Fabian, although Wolfe and Thatcher shot him a glance. Fabian had intended to add some alcohol to Marcel's drink so he could celebrate with the rest of them but, well, Walter accidentally took the wrong cup. It was quite a strong drink, the mixer managing to hide it quiet well so Walter didn't even realize what he was drinking until, of course, it was too late. When they did figure it out, Thatcher and Wolfe decided to take things into their own hands to punish him, for what he did and for what the intentions were. If it had only been Marcel involved, they would've beat him so much worse but.. They were still displeased with his actions, spiking their General.

Meanwhile, Marcel carefully lead Walter to his room and helped him sit down. As he sat he let out a soft groan, holding his head and Marcel gently petted his hair to try and provide some comfort. Walter leaned into his touch, slowly looking up at Marcel with a small smile on his face.

"Marcel." Walter spoke, his voice unusually soft,"Have I ever.. Told you how much I appreciate you?"

"Sometimes you tell me.. How lucky you are to have me around." Marcel nodded.

"I need to tell you more often." Walter sighed,"You're.. Perfect."

"Okay, sir, now I know there's something wrong." Marcel cupped his face,"I'm not perfect, I-"

"You are to me." Walter stopped him, grabbing Marcel's wrists and keeping his hands on his face,"Pretty.. And perfect."

Marcel's face went red as he struggled to stammer put an answer,"S-sir, I.."

"Look at you." Walter chuckled, gently pulling Marcel down and pressing a kiss to his forehead,"My sweet boy."

"Y-yes, your sweet boy." Marcel nodded quickly, unable to make eye contact with Walter.

Marcel found it easy to care for people, especially Walter, but he struggled to keep his cool as Walter's train of compliments ceased to stop. His face was warm and red and Walter just told him.. Everything he tended not to say aloud. He called Marcel everything under the sun and he even had to take a small break to scream into his hands before returning to Walter's side. Knowing he would only get better with rest, Marcel suggested getting changed and Walter looked down at the buttons before back up at Marcel.

"Don't worry, I'll handle those." Marcel assured him.

"Thank you, love." Walter hummed.

"Love." Marcel repeated softly to himself as he assisted with the buttons.

"My love.' Walter nodded,"You're mine."

"I know, Walter. All yours." Marcel nodded, swapping Walter's clothes,"And.. There."

Walter smiled up at Marcel, although it faltered as Marcel turned to to the door,"No- Where are you going?"

"Oh, I was just-" Marcel began.

"I'm not sleeping without you." Walter stated.

"Without me?" Marcel blinked.

"Mhm." Walter nodded,"I'm not resting unless you're in bed cuddling with me."

Marcel chuckled softly,"Is that really what you want, sir?"

"Yes." Walter answered,"It is what I want.. I want you."

"..You want me?" Marcel swallowed.

"Yes." Walter huffed,"Now get over here."

Marcel finally caved and crawled into bed beside Walter where he was almost immediately pulled close. Walter smiled, pleased with himself as he held Marcel in his arms. He kissed the top of his head and gave him a gentle squeeze as Marcel made himself comfortable against Walter's chest. Marcel knew his face would be covered in a pink hue, but he didn't care. Walter was holding him, loving him and.. It felt so nice, even if it was only spurred on by alcohol.

"My beautiful boy.." Walter hummed, gently brushing his thumb over Marcel's cheek.

"All yours." Marcel smiled softly.

"We should do this more often." Walter yawned, nuzzling against Marcel's neck.

"I.. I would like to." Marcel swallowed,"But you'd have to be far too tender with me and-"

"So?" Walter asked.

"Well, shouldn't we.. Be setting an example to the boys?" Marcel bit his cheek.

"I am. Because my gorgeous boy deserves to be loved all of the time." Walter hummed.

"Maybe not all the time." Marcel tried.

"All the time." Walter repeated, cradling Marcel in his arms

"Oh- Okay." Marcel blinked.

"I love you." Walter told him, pressing a soft kiss to the base of his neck,"So much."

Marcel smiled softly,"I love you too."

And that's how they fell asleep that night, Marcel cuddled up in Walter's large embrace. Marcel gently played with Walter's hair and it sent him right to sleep and.. Marcel wished they could do this every night. Unfortunately though, Marcel knew that this had to just be Walter's druken words. He didn't mean it, he couldn't mean it.. Even if Marcel loved him, Walter deserved better than his whipping boy. Marcel didn't get to think much more on it before he fell asleep as well, head resting on Walter's chest. When he woke up the next day, he was still in Walter's arms and Walter was still sound asleep, his head buried in Marcel's shoulder. Marcel hesitated before kissing his cheek, although that caused Walter to stir.

"Mm.." Walter groaned, squeezing Marcel tighter.

"Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to wake you." Marcel whispered, knowing Walter's head was probably sore,"Did you sleep well?"

Walter looked up at him slowly, keeping his eyes half-closed,"Marcel."

"Do you need me to get you anything? Water?" Marcel asked, trailing his hand down Walter's back.

"Water.. Yes, please." Walter nodded slowly.

"Since you said please." Marcel hummed, pressing a kiss to Walter's forehead as he got up.

Marcel left the room and walked through to the kitchen, happily collecting a glass of water for his General. He he filled the glass, Marcel wondered.. What he could get away with- Not in a bad way, not at all, Marcel just wanted to know how Walter really felt. Could he bring up the events of the night without being reprimanded? Was it worth it if Walter punished him? Marcel.. Paused, the glass held firmly in his hand. Fuck it. Marcel walked back into Walter's room, finding his laid on his side with his eyes closed. Did he go back to sleep?

"Sir?" Marcel spoke softly, resting a hand on Walter's side.

"Marcel." Walter responded, slowly forcing himself into a sitting position as Marcel handed him the glass,"Thank you."

As Walter was mid-sip, Marcel blurted out,"D-did you mean it when you called me beautiful last night?"

And Walter practically choked,"What?"

"You.. Called me beautiful last night. Your beautiful boy." Marcel informed him.

"What, uh.. What else did I say?" Walter cleared his throat, sitting the glass down.

Marcel hummed as he sat on the edge on the bed,"Let's see.. You called me perfect, pretty.. Yours. You.. You said that a lot."

"Well, you are my boy." Walter mumbled, clearly a little flustered by Marcel's seemingly flawless memory.

"You said you wanted me and you refused to sleep if I wasn't cuddling you." Marcel teased, cupping Walter's face,"..You said you loved me."

Walter swallowed,"I did?"

"Mhm." Marcel bit his cheek,"Don't worry, I.. You were really drunk so I know it didn't-"

But Walter grabbed his wrist,"You know it didn't what?"

"..I know it didn't mean anything." Marcel hesitated as he spoke.

"How do you know that?" Walter questioned.

"Walter, nobody's ever shown interest in me like that, more than a little brother." Marcel shook his head,"And if they ever did, it was because of my dad. That's why people cared."

"That's not why I cared." Walter admitted.

"..Are you sure?" Marcel looked at him.

"Marcel, I saw you in training and you had incredible potential. Then we grew closer and I realized.. How sweet you were, how easy it was to be me around you." Walter sighed,"Just- Come here."

The pair didn't speak another word to each other after Walter pulled Marcel into his lap. They just.. Sat quietly. Walter held Marcel close, gently petting his hair and Marcel rested his head on Walter's shoulder as he tried to process what Walter told him. Walter.. Walter meant what he said. He meant it? Shit- Marcel could feel the corners of his eyes start to sting and he quickly closed them. Walter cared more than Marcel expected.. And he was so happy.