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Janosh returned to the den with Hynek, covered in blood but in a happy mood. He had been undercover for a week, playing a cook. It had been fun and easy. Janosh hummed a happy song his mother used to sing to him as he climbed the stairs. Soon, he would be reunited with his dear Leszek. He opened a door to find Adder in a situation that was not completely unusual: he was shirtless. But what surprised Janosh was that what he thought was one of his kaftan was on his bed like it had just been thrown there.
"Is that my kaftan?" Janosh asked.
"....No", Adder answered. Janosh walked into the room and took a better look at the clothing.
"It is. What were you doing with it? Did you… Use it as a pleasure?"
"No! Who do you think I am?"
"You."
"Kurwa… you are away for a week and the first thing you do is tease me."
"Not like Adder wouldn't do the same to Janosh."
"Idiot."
"Moron."
Adder was trying to look indignant, but a smile was climbing to his lips. Janosh stepped closer and wrapped his arms around him. He kissed Adder before asking: "What were you doing with Janosh's clothes?"
"It's… embarrassing."
"So you were fucking it?"
"No! I just… missed you."
"And?"
"I wore it, okay? You stupid idiot were away for so long."
"My sweet Leszek!" Janosh cooed and kissed Adder again. Adder mumbled: "Worried that something would happen to you and I wouldn't even be there."
"We always together when it matters most", Janosh answered. The third kiss was exchanged.