Revelations Part 4
Revelations is a Bernd Schneider/Miroslav Klose series. It's not a new series per se, but this is a direct continuation from the Distraction Series, 3:30 am, A Heart's Own, and Shower. That's why it is imperative to read those series before reading Revelations. There are heavy refrences from Distraction in this chapter.
Distraction: Part I/ Part II / Part III
posted in footballslash
Miroslav Klose & Bernd Schneider short fics
3:30 am/A Heart's Own/Shower
Revelations
Rating: R (Overall Rating)
Pairing: Miroslav Klose/Bernd Schneider, Ivan Klasnic/Miroslav Klose
Summary: Their secret is out
Disclaimer: Never happened.
A/N: Takes place after the Distraction series, 3:30 am, A heart’s own, and Shower. This is where the real saga begins.
Revelations: Part I, Part II, Part III (NC-17)
~*~*~*~*~
Miro rode the train back to Bremen with a big smile on his face. He eventually spent the night over at Bernd’s, since both Carina and Emely were both visiting Carina’s parents. He called Sylwia, and told her that he’d be spending the night at an old friend’s house that was currently in town. He called Schaaf for the second time that night and they talked for a bit before Bernd started to nip at Miro’s neck and started roaming his hands around the striker’s body teasingly.
Miro tried to concentrate on what Schaaf was saying to him, but he gave up and hastily hung up the phone when Bernd squeezed the front of Miro’s jeans that was getting tighter. Miro said a quick goodbye to his coach, before he pounced on the grinning midfielder and made love to him like there’s no tomorrow, making his lover writhe and beg all night long.
Bernd let himself to be on the bottom again that night, if Miro promised to clean the couch because of the mess that they made earlier. Miro only answered with a low grunt before he pushed himself into Bernd with a force so powerful that made the midfielder bang his head on the bedpost.
As he got off the train, he couldn’t help but frown in guilt because Bernd wouldn’t be able to play in their match this Saturday. Bernd didn’t blame Miro, but Miro felt bad nonetheless, and Miro knew that Bernd was going to have a hard time explaining to his coach as to why he got a twisted ankle in the first place.
He sighed as he flagged down a cab. Tomorrow’s game was not a game that he looked forward too.
~*~*~*~*~*
“Where were you yesterday?”
Miro answered with a low ‘huh?’ as he took of his shoes, “What was that?”
Sylwia Klose gave a low sigh before he approached his husband, “I got a call from Thomas and he said that you didn’t some to practice yesterday.”
Miro gave his wife’s pouting lips a chaste kiss before he answered, “Yeah, I’m visiting a friend, remember? Where’re the kids?”
“They’re in the living room.”
Miro couldn’t help but smile as he made his way towards the living room where Luan and Noah were both sitting at the floor watching a Disney cartoon on TV. Miro lifted Noah up into the air before he planted kisses all over his face. Noah giggled as he tugged on his dad’s hair. Luan, who was still crouched on the floor, gave Miro’s pants a tug to get his attention. Miro chuckled as he put Noah down before he gave Luan a ride on his shoulders.
Sylwia was leaning on the doorway as she watched the scene before her with an unreadable expression in her eyes. She put her hands on her hips as she spoke with an icy tone in her voice, “You were visiting a friend?”
Miro let out a non-committal ‘huh’ for the second time that day as he played with his kids on floor.
“That’s funny, because Thomas said to me that you were visiting a sick relative.”
Miro froze, as he was about to give Luan a light tickle.
Shit.
“Well, Miroslav? Which is it? A sick relative? A long lost friend who’s in town? Or both?”
Shit. Shit. Shit!
“I was visiting a friend,” he answered as he got up on his feet, trying desperately not to meet Sylwia’s gaze, “I told Schaaf that I was visiting a sick relative so that it would be a better excuse, you know? Because I don’t think that Schaaf would give me a day off if I told him that I missed yesterday’s practice to visit a friend. You didn’t tell him that, did you?”
“No, I didn’t”
Miro resisted the urge to sigh in relief, “Good.”
“So . . .” Sylwia said slowly as she sat down on the couch, crossing her legs in front her before she looked up at Miro, “Who was this friend?”
Oh Fuck . . .
Miro shrugged as he slowly exit the living room, “A friend I knew a long time ago, before I joined Werder and before I met you. No big deal. Have you seen my duffel bag for practice?”
“Kitchen.”
Miro bolted out of the living room to his kitchen as he tried to avoid his wife’s icy gaze. As he got into the kitchen, he leaned his head on his refrigerator, quenching the urge to punch something as he flattened his palms against the cool surface of the refrigerator.
“Miro you stupid fuck . . .” he mumbled as he banged his head once against the refrigerator.
He tugged his hair violently with his hand before he grabbed his duffel bag from the pantry. Why oh why did he have to tell two different stories to two different people? He should have known better than to lie to both Schaaf and his wife. He should have known better than to spend the night at Bernd’s house.
“Where are you going now? Visit your long lost half-sister who’s sick in bed?”
Miro winced as he heard the sarcasm in his wife’s quiet tone. He took two deep breaths before he turned to Sylwia, “You don’t believe me.”
“Well . . . no. Not really. Because you’re not the type of person who would lie to his coach, just so he could skip practice and visit a friend who’s in town.”
“Okay, so I lied to Schaaf, I’m sorry. But I didn’t lie to you. I did visit a friend.”
It’s not a lie. Not really, since Bernd is a friend.
“You promise?” Sylwia asked in a hushed tone as she slowly approached her husband, “You’re not hiding anything from me are you?”
“Sylwia, I visited a friend . . .” A friend whom I slept with, “I’m not hiding anything from you. All I did was stay at his house.” And made love to him all night long, until he was screaming my name as he came.
Sylwia’s faced eased into a smile as Miro slowly stroked her hair, “Okay. But please don’t do that to me again. You have no idea how . . . shocked I was when you called and said that you’re staying over at your friend’s house when Thomas called me a few hours before and said that he was sorry that your aunt Ermintrude is . . . sick because she was having some nasty rash.”
Miro couldn’t help but laugh as he saw the look on his wife’s face, “That’s what he said? A ‘nasty rash’?”
Sylwia giggled, “Not really. As I recalled, he said something like, ‘Sylwia, I’m very sorry to hear that Miroslav’s aunt, Ermintrude, is having a serious skin rash. Would he be able to come to practice tomorrow, if not today’”
“And what did you say.”
Sylwia shrugged, “I said okay.”
Miro snorted “’Okay’? That’s it?”
“Well, what was I suppose to say? Because last I checked, none of your aunts are suffering from skin rashes. And you don’t have an aunt named Ermintrude” Sylwia’s smile faltered slightly as she looked into Miro’s eyes, “And then you called and said that you’re staying at an old friend’s house.”
“I’m sorry, honey. Can I make it up to you? Dinner, this Sunday?”
“Okay.”
Miro smiled as he gave his wife a chaste kiss on the lips, “I’m off to practice now. Kiss the kids for me, will you? I’m already late as is.”
“Alright. Goodbye honey. Ich liebe dich”
Miro froze in his step as he heard the words. He closed his eyes for a few moments before he answered with a forced smile on his face, “Yeah. I love you too.”
~*~*~*~*~*
“So uhh . . . how’s aunt Ermintrude?”
“Who?” three, four, five . . .
“Aunt Ermintrude. You know, the one with the skin rash?”
“Oh. She’s fine, Ivan. She just ate a spoiled fish. That’s all.” ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen . . .
Ivan Klasnic nodded his head thoughtfully as he helped Miroslav do sit-ups, “You know, we were all surprised when you skipped practice yesterday. Especially the coach, since the match against Leverkusen is tomorrow. But then you called, and said that aunt Ermintrude is having a skin rash, and you have no choice but to visit her.”
“Uh-huh . . .” nineteen, twenty, twenty one, twenty two . . .
“But I’m concerned Miro . . . because if I’m not mistaken, you don’t have an aunt called Ermintrude.”
Miro froze, for the one thousand time that day, as Ivan regarded with him an unreadable expression in his eyes. He decided to ignore what Ivan just said and decided to finish his sit-ups, but cursed slightly under his breath, as he can’t remember his last count.
“Shit. I forgot my last count. Were you counting?”
Ivan shook his head, “Uh, no. Seeing that I was a bit confused, since I don’t recall you have an aunt called Ermintrude.”
“He’s my father’s sister who has a cousin who got married to a woman who had a niece that has a step-sister called Ermintrude . . .” he blurted.
Ivan looked at Miro with a dumbstruck look on his face, “Right.”
“Right. Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s continue our sit-ups, shall we?”
Ivan sighed as he laid a hand on top of Miro’s, “Look. We’re friends right?”
Miro blinked, “Of course.”
“I don’t know why you have to hide things from me. I mean, I’m not forcing you too tell me every single detail about your life. You can hide things from me if you don’t want too. But . . . I just don’t like being lied to.
“I mean. I care about you, Miro. I really do. And I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed different somehow, after the World Cup, and you know, I’m worried about you,” he said with a flushed face, “That’s why if you need someone to talk to, I’m here for you okay? I’m your friend Miro. You don’t have to lie to me, okay?” finished Ivan as he gripped Miro’s hand tighter than before, “I care about you.”
Miro’s throat was tight. He felt bad about lying to Ivan. But he couldn’t tell his friend about his relationship with Bernd too. What would Ivan think? As much as Ivan cared for Miro, Miro doubted that he would approve of his relationship with Bernd. On the contrary, he would have a coronary if Miro told him the truth.
“Thanks Ivan,” he said in a soft voice, “I appreciate it. I really do. But I can’t tell you about it now. I’ll tell you about it someday, I promise.” Someday when chickens have lips.
Ivan smiled, “Yeah.”
“Now . . .” Miro said as he gave Ivan’s cheek a light pet, “It’s your turn to do your sit-ups.”
~to be continued
A/N: I'm so terribly sorry. I know, it's been a while since I last updated, but real life's been a bitch. I'm really really sorry. Hope you guys enjoyed it!
Distraction: Part I/ Part II / Part III
posted in footballslash
Miroslav Klose & Bernd Schneider short fics
3:30 am/A Heart's Own/Shower
Revelations
Rating: R (Overall Rating)
Pairing: Miroslav Klose/Bernd Schneider, Ivan Klasnic/Miroslav Klose
Summary: Their secret is out
Disclaimer: Never happened.
A/N: Takes place after the Distraction series, 3:30 am, A heart’s own, and Shower. This is where the real saga begins.
Revelations: Part I, Part II, Part III (NC-17)
~*~*~*~*~
Miro rode the train back to Bremen with a big smile on his face. He eventually spent the night over at Bernd’s, since both Carina and Emely were both visiting Carina’s parents. He called Sylwia, and told her that he’d be spending the night at an old friend’s house that was currently in town. He called Schaaf for the second time that night and they talked for a bit before Bernd started to nip at Miro’s neck and started roaming his hands around the striker’s body teasingly.
Miro tried to concentrate on what Schaaf was saying to him, but he gave up and hastily hung up the phone when Bernd squeezed the front of Miro’s jeans that was getting tighter. Miro said a quick goodbye to his coach, before he pounced on the grinning midfielder and made love to him like there’s no tomorrow, making his lover writhe and beg all night long.
Bernd let himself to be on the bottom again that night, if Miro promised to clean the couch because of the mess that they made earlier. Miro only answered with a low grunt before he pushed himself into Bernd with a force so powerful that made the midfielder bang his head on the bedpost.
As he got off the train, he couldn’t help but frown in guilt because Bernd wouldn’t be able to play in their match this Saturday. Bernd didn’t blame Miro, but Miro felt bad nonetheless, and Miro knew that Bernd was going to have a hard time explaining to his coach as to why he got a twisted ankle in the first place.
He sighed as he flagged down a cab. Tomorrow’s game was not a game that he looked forward too.
~*~*~*~*~*
“Where were you yesterday?”
Miro answered with a low ‘huh?’ as he took of his shoes, “What was that?”
Sylwia Klose gave a low sigh before he approached his husband, “I got a call from Thomas and he said that you didn’t some to practice yesterday.”
Miro gave his wife’s pouting lips a chaste kiss before he answered, “Yeah, I’m visiting a friend, remember? Where’re the kids?”
“They’re in the living room.”
Miro couldn’t help but smile as he made his way towards the living room where Luan and Noah were both sitting at the floor watching a Disney cartoon on TV. Miro lifted Noah up into the air before he planted kisses all over his face. Noah giggled as he tugged on his dad’s hair. Luan, who was still crouched on the floor, gave Miro’s pants a tug to get his attention. Miro chuckled as he put Noah down before he gave Luan a ride on his shoulders.
Sylwia was leaning on the doorway as she watched the scene before her with an unreadable expression in her eyes. She put her hands on her hips as she spoke with an icy tone in her voice, “You were visiting a friend?”
Miro let out a non-committal ‘huh’ for the second time that day as he played with his kids on floor.
“That’s funny, because Thomas said to me that you were visiting a sick relative.”
Miro froze, as he was about to give Luan a light tickle.
Shit.
“Well, Miroslav? Which is it? A sick relative? A long lost friend who’s in town? Or both?”
Shit. Shit. Shit!
“I was visiting a friend,” he answered as he got up on his feet, trying desperately not to meet Sylwia’s gaze, “I told Schaaf that I was visiting a sick relative so that it would be a better excuse, you know? Because I don’t think that Schaaf would give me a day off if I told him that I missed yesterday’s practice to visit a friend. You didn’t tell him that, did you?”
“No, I didn’t”
Miro resisted the urge to sigh in relief, “Good.”
“So . . .” Sylwia said slowly as she sat down on the couch, crossing her legs in front her before she looked up at Miro, “Who was this friend?”
Oh Fuck . . .
Miro shrugged as he slowly exit the living room, “A friend I knew a long time ago, before I joined Werder and before I met you. No big deal. Have you seen my duffel bag for practice?”
“Kitchen.”
Miro bolted out of the living room to his kitchen as he tried to avoid his wife’s icy gaze. As he got into the kitchen, he leaned his head on his refrigerator, quenching the urge to punch something as he flattened his palms against the cool surface of the refrigerator.
“Miro you stupid fuck . . .” he mumbled as he banged his head once against the refrigerator.
He tugged his hair violently with his hand before he grabbed his duffel bag from the pantry. Why oh why did he have to tell two different stories to two different people? He should have known better than to lie to both Schaaf and his wife. He should have known better than to spend the night at Bernd’s house.
“Where are you going now? Visit your long lost half-sister who’s sick in bed?”
Miro winced as he heard the sarcasm in his wife’s quiet tone. He took two deep breaths before he turned to Sylwia, “You don’t believe me.”
“Well . . . no. Not really. Because you’re not the type of person who would lie to his coach, just so he could skip practice and visit a friend who’s in town.”
“Okay, so I lied to Schaaf, I’m sorry. But I didn’t lie to you. I did visit a friend.”
It’s not a lie. Not really, since Bernd is a friend.
“You promise?” Sylwia asked in a hushed tone as she slowly approached her husband, “You’re not hiding anything from me are you?”
“Sylwia, I visited a friend . . .” A friend whom I slept with, “I’m not hiding anything from you. All I did was stay at his house.” And made love to him all night long, until he was screaming my name as he came.
Sylwia’s faced eased into a smile as Miro slowly stroked her hair, “Okay. But please don’t do that to me again. You have no idea how . . . shocked I was when you called and said that you’re staying over at your friend’s house when Thomas called me a few hours before and said that he was sorry that your aunt Ermintrude is . . . sick because she was having some nasty rash.”
Miro couldn’t help but laugh as he saw the look on his wife’s face, “That’s what he said? A ‘nasty rash’?”
Sylwia giggled, “Not really. As I recalled, he said something like, ‘Sylwia, I’m very sorry to hear that Miroslav’s aunt, Ermintrude, is having a serious skin rash. Would he be able to come to practice tomorrow, if not today’”
“And what did you say.”
Sylwia shrugged, “I said okay.”
Miro snorted “’Okay’? That’s it?”
“Well, what was I suppose to say? Because last I checked, none of your aunts are suffering from skin rashes. And you don’t have an aunt named Ermintrude” Sylwia’s smile faltered slightly as she looked into Miro’s eyes, “And then you called and said that you’re staying at an old friend’s house.”
“I’m sorry, honey. Can I make it up to you? Dinner, this Sunday?”
“Okay.”
Miro smiled as he gave his wife a chaste kiss on the lips, “I’m off to practice now. Kiss the kids for me, will you? I’m already late as is.”
“Alright. Goodbye honey. Ich liebe dich”
Miro froze in his step as he heard the words. He closed his eyes for a few moments before he answered with a forced smile on his face, “Yeah. I love you too.”
~*~*~*~*~*
“So uhh . . . how’s aunt Ermintrude?”
“Who?” three, four, five . . .
“Aunt Ermintrude. You know, the one with the skin rash?”
“Oh. She’s fine, Ivan. She just ate a spoiled fish. That’s all.” ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen . . .
Ivan Klasnic nodded his head thoughtfully as he helped Miroslav do sit-ups, “You know, we were all surprised when you skipped practice yesterday. Especially the coach, since the match against Leverkusen is tomorrow. But then you called, and said that aunt Ermintrude is having a skin rash, and you have no choice but to visit her.”
“Uh-huh . . .” nineteen, twenty, twenty one, twenty two . . .
“But I’m concerned Miro . . . because if I’m not mistaken, you don’t have an aunt called Ermintrude.”
Miro froze, for the one thousand time that day, as Ivan regarded with him an unreadable expression in his eyes. He decided to ignore what Ivan just said and decided to finish his sit-ups, but cursed slightly under his breath, as he can’t remember his last count.
“Shit. I forgot my last count. Were you counting?”
Ivan shook his head, “Uh, no. Seeing that I was a bit confused, since I don’t recall you have an aunt called Ermintrude.”
“He’s my father’s sister who has a cousin who got married to a woman who had a niece that has a step-sister called Ermintrude . . .” he blurted.
Ivan looked at Miro with a dumbstruck look on his face, “Right.”
“Right. Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s continue our sit-ups, shall we?”
Ivan sighed as he laid a hand on top of Miro’s, “Look. We’re friends right?”
Miro blinked, “Of course.”
“I don’t know why you have to hide things from me. I mean, I’m not forcing you too tell me every single detail about your life. You can hide things from me if you don’t want too. But . . . I just don’t like being lied to.
“I mean. I care about you, Miro. I really do. And I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed different somehow, after the World Cup, and you know, I’m worried about you,” he said with a flushed face, “That’s why if you need someone to talk to, I’m here for you okay? I’m your friend Miro. You don’t have to lie to me, okay?” finished Ivan as he gripped Miro’s hand tighter than before, “I care about you.”
Miro’s throat was tight. He felt bad about lying to Ivan. But he couldn’t tell his friend about his relationship with Bernd too. What would Ivan think? As much as Ivan cared for Miro, Miro doubted that he would approve of his relationship with Bernd. On the contrary, he would have a coronary if Miro told him the truth.
“Thanks Ivan,” he said in a soft voice, “I appreciate it. I really do. But I can’t tell you about it now. I’ll tell you about it someday, I promise.” Someday when chickens have lips.
Ivan smiled, “Yeah.”
“Now . . .” Miro said as he gave Ivan’s cheek a light pet, “It’s your turn to do your sit-ups.”
~to be continued
A/N: I'm so terribly sorry. I know, it's been a while since I last updated, but real life's been a bitch. I'm really really sorry. Hope you guys enjoyed it!