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It was a usual morning for Mirko with Martín now. About 7 am and Mirko was wide awake and wanting to get ready for work, but the sleeping body on top of him stopped him.
It's not like he couldn't just move Martín, he just didn't want to disturb him too much. So he just layed there a few more minutes, running a hand through Martín hair.
"Martín..."
"Piss off.." a muffled voice replied.
Mirko gave a light tug at his hair, just to get Martín more oriented.
"Don't get grumpy just because you have to wake up. You need to move, I need to get dressed."
"No thanks." now Martín was slightly more awake, resting his head on Mirko's chest and looking up at him with tired eyes, "I'm sure you're perfectly capable of moving me yourself." he continued with a smile.
So Mirko immediately switched their positions, trapping Martín under him. Martín ended up with Mirko between his legs, Mirko holding him close with his strong hand on his back.
"Let me go to work and you can keep sleeping. How about that?"
"Are you a hostage negotiator now too hm?"
"Who's the hostage in this situation?"
"My sleep. But too late for that now. I'm hungry so let me up."
"I'm sure you're perfectly capable of moving yourself." and Martín squirmed underneath him, trying to wiggle free.
"Right so how about you let me out and I can cook breakfast for us?" Martín said, admitting defeat.
So Mirko immediately sat up, letting go of Martín and allowing him to crawl out of bed.
"I lied I'm not making breakfast. You're shit at negotiating." Martín said with a smirk as he walked out the room before Mirko could reply.
Work was also quite usual for Mirko, right now he didn't have any cases to work on so he was just talking with Santiago and Ágata.
But one thing that wasn't usual was the looks he kept receiving from them.
"What?" he said flatly, directed mostly at Santiago.
"Okay I know you're sick of hearing it but now I've actually got problems with Martín."
"I swear to God it's not like he killed someone." Mirko replied, already annoyed. He really didn't like it when Martín got spoken about badly, mostly because he's not even here to defend himself now the way he so gracefully does all the time.
"Yeah about that..." that instantly made him go quiet, rushing over his thoughts.
Now Mirko really needed to hear Martín's defence.
"Alright I'm might be making it worse than it is. But he has worked with someone. I'm just trying to warn you for the things he might've done. Has he not told you anything?" not so bad then?
"Who did he work with."
"Andrés de Fonollosa."
It wasn't uncommon now for Mirko to be working on the paperwork in his office by himself.
But when Martín came through the door, he would've usually been happy, but now it's more of an anxious feeling.
"Aren't I good at surprises hm?" Martín said, smiling as he walked over to the desk.
"What's with that face? You haven't missed me? Or do you want me to get under the desk and suck you off to cheer you up?" he continued, stealing a quick kiss after.
"How come you never tell me about what you used to do?" Mirko asked after a pause.
"You never asked." now the smile was less apparent.
"And now I am."
"Did someone say something to you?"
"No, first you tell me what crimes you've done. Everything. Please."
"I just don't get why it matters now."
"I just think I deserve to know if I'm sleeping with a murderer or something worse."
"Oh I'm a something now?"
"You know what I meant."
"Well I think I should've just stayed home at this point."
"Martín." Mirko stood up, pulling Martín close with a hug. "Please just be honest."
"We can talk at home. I'm not exactly comfortable confessing my sins in a police department."
"But you were comfortable offering to suck me off?"
"Oh shut up."
And they leaned in closer, their hearts beginning to race. Mirko's hand gently cradled the side of Martin's face as he closed the gap between them, and their lips met in a soft, tender kiss. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them. But the feeling of a slight distrust was in Mirko's mind. He hated it, the way the entire situation was dangling between being loving or hostile.
"I know you stole the gold."
Martín sighed quietly, as if this was simply an inconvenience.
"That was a long time ago."
"You still did it... Is Martín even your real name?" at this point Mirko just felt ridiculous.
"What-? I don't get why we're still arguing over this."
"Because people died in that heist!"
That made Martín go silent, very silent. He looked sort of detached from the world. Probably zoned out. It happened quiet a lot, and Mirko would just be there, waiting for Martín's mind to return. But now he wanted answers.
"Do you know who died? Do you have any idea who he was to me!?" Martín was stepping closer now, a wild look in his eye. Not that mischievous look he usually had, it was deeper rooted than that. A broken, menacing one. Only one person's death was on his mind right now.
"Has it ever occurred to you that I never told you because I didn't want to re-live it all over again!? It was a fucking magnificent heist. And a third of the crew died. A third of the fucking crew died because we were idiots that thought we were actually something special!"
By now there were tears in Martín's eyes, blurring his vision profusely as they threatened to escape.
"Even if I did tell you about it all it wouldn't matter. Because it's all done. He's gone forever... I- I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't mean to do anything wrong..."
The few tears evolved into sobs as Mirko put his arm around Martín's shoulder and let him cry as they hugged.
As the tears continued to flow, Mirko spoke softly. "It's okay to cry, Martín. You don't have to keep it all inside."
"I fucking know." he muttered in reply.
The weight of it all had really settled into Martín now. He remembered everything. It wasn't about the death anymore, it was all the good moments before it.
Eventually, Martín's crying began to subside, and he wiped his tears with the back of his hand. And Mirko waited patiently for him to speak.
"I'm sorry." Martín said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't think there's anything you have to be sorry about, you don't have to be sorry for anything. You're allowed to feel upset."
Martín nodded, taking comfort in Mirko's words. They stood in silence for a few minutes, both lost in their own thoughts.
Finally, Mirko broke the silence. "Do you want to keep talking about it?"
Martín hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I think I do."
And so they talked, long into the night, Mirko listening patiently as Martín shared his story. It wasn't an easy conversation, but Mirko was there for him every step of the way, offering comfort and support as Martín allowed himself to heal from the past.
•••
"Martín there you are!" Andrés said with a smile, a woman following behind him as he stepped closer to Martín, who was peacefully sitting at his desk.
The monastery was beautifully framed in the setting sun. The rays of sunlight sneaking through the windows and marking the occasional pale elements in a wonderful honey-like colour.
"Who's that." Martín didn't exactly like new people, mostly because he couldn't be bothered with it all.
"My soon to be wife. Tatiana." Andrés smiled, putting an arm around her shoulders. "Isn't she the most beautiful woman in the world?"
As soon as Martín took another look at the woman he regretted it, she was staring right into his eyes with an expecting look. He was lost in his own thoughts right then, attempting to open his mouth to speak but nothing came out.
"Ah, don't mind him mi amor. He's not that good with women." Andrés said with a smirk, no doubt amused by his own joke.
With a sigh, and ignoring what Andrés said, Martín continued. "I'm guessing we can go ahead with the plan then?"
"Of course. I've already told her everything."
"Obviously you did." Martín murmured under his breath as he continued with the wine he'd been drinking before he got interrupted. "And Sergio?"
"Ah, you know how he is. Never did like breaking the rules."
•
"Andrés I hope your aware the escape plan is utter shit right now!"
"We can figure it out."
"It's too fucking late to figure it out! We're all screwed, the police are basically almost here and Tatiana just finished with the defenses. We can't make it in time."
And as if she's been summoned by just the name, Tatiana entered the room. The room where the tunnel was almost dug to completion.
"Use the explosives. We have two. One to open the rest of the tunnel, and one to close it." Andrés spoke as if that was the easiest thing on earth to do.
"Yeah I'm sure that works great in your head, but I really doubt it'll work."
"It's better than nothing, just do it!" Andrés snapped.
"Fine!"
"Martín." Andrés' voice instantly caught his attention, maybe Andrés was going to boast about how his made up on the spot plan worked.
"I know, I know. We have to go. Quickly."
"Yes that too. But I think you and I need to set a few things straight."
oh.
"What?" Martín hated how weak his voice sounded.
"I love you, you're my best freind. Please don't try to save me, it'll all be in vain anyway." Martín ignored the pained feeling in his chest in that first sentence Andrés said. In fact he ignored the entire thing all together.
"Andrés what are you talking about?"
And the radios were heard, close enough to tell the police would be here soon. And Tatiana came back, once again.
"They're here." she quickly said, already heading to the tunnel with the last bits of the gold they managed to get.
"Martín go, quickly!"
"No, what the fuck are you talking about!? I'm going to fucking save you if you're doing something stupid. You know I will."
"I'm not going to do anything! Come on!" Andrés yelled, taking Martín by the arm and practically dragging him through the tunnel. He let go after a few steps, of course Martín ran a bit ahead, but stopping immediately when the sounds of Andrés' footsteps weren't heard.
But what was heard, the gunshots.
And them the final explosion.
The explosion that locked away all the danger from Martín and Tatiana. And held back Andrés.
•••
"I'm sorry for getting mad earlier." Martín said softly as he climbed into bed alongside Mirko.
"It's okay, I shouldn't have pushed it like that-"
"No. It doesn't matter what excuse I have, you didn't deserve to be yelled at."
"Oh just come here."
And Martín did, he could never refuse Mirko's love. Martín just simply loved him too much.