Calling Home.

The silence was suffocating.

It was weighing him down, pinning him onto the cold stone floor, head resting in his pale hands, blue eyes swimming with useless tears. Utterly useless.

Matthias had been this way for god knows how long. The tears had yet to dry and the ache in his heart had yet to fade. He felt his stomach convulse violently, his thoughts swimming towards the episode that had reduced the man to a crying, stuttering mess.

He glanced upwards, bloodshot corneas falling on the place where his lover once stood, his eyes cold as ice but held a flicker of sadness he was trying so hard to suppress. It tore Matthias apart.

He had done that to him... He had made him desperate enough to break his stoic mask long enough to show the Dane he was broken. Long enough to show the Dane the damage he had done. Matthias cradled the cross hairpin in his cold tear stained hands. The metal was cold, holding memories that brought more useless tears to his eyes.

The distraught man let out a ragged sob.

"... Where have you been?" The Dane looked up. He was halfway out of his coat, one shoe on one shoe off, his eyes blurry and vision tipsy... And drunk. So, so drunk.

"Out." He growled, His voice slurred from the effect of the alcohol. He wasn't in the mood to deal with his lover, or his stoic expressions and angry stares. All he wanted was some quick love, something Lukas had never been able to deal out when he needed it.

"Fuck 'out'." Lukas snarled, his voice was low and angry, his hands clenched at his side in suppressed rage. Matthias ignored it, either because he was far too drunk to see the signs or just didn't want to.

"Better than here." He spat back brushing past the man, but Lukas would not be forgotten so easily. He seized the intoxicated Dane by the shoulder hauling him back so he stood in front of him. Matthias stumbled a little, kept stable by Lukas' vice like grip.

"Where. Were. You?!" His voice remained level but his eyes burned with cold fury, churning in the depths of his blue this would be the time the Dane would backpedal, trying to diminish the fire he had fed to make his lover so angry. Tonight he stared back defiantly.

He said nothing, but didn't have to. Lukas caught a wiff of his clothing, it was rancid, stinking of alcohol and cigarette smoke and... Something else. Lukas looked down taking a step away from him.

His eyes were dark, his tone cold as he spoke "Who was it?"

The Dane growled a little but kept his voice level "You wouldn't know her..."

Lukas visibly bristled "Her?" He spat "Am I not good enough for you anymore? Are you going to swing the other way?"

Matthias didn't respond, he wanted to scream but his mind was too scrambled. Lukas' words were to jumbled. He could only listen.

"Fuck, Matthias!" Lukas' voice rose, he was angry now. He was losing all of the self control he possessed. "Why do you do this to me?" He ranted throwing his hands into the air "Why don't you just leave me? I'm sure one of your goddamn sluts would happily take you! Honestly, why do I even stay with you-?"

SMACK

Stillness cloaked the room, the only sound a small tinkling of metal hitting hardwood as Lukas' hairpin fell from his hair at the blow, it held the two occupants in it's grasp like prisoners. They both breathed deeply, Matthias from the effort to stay conscious and Lukas from the shock and confusion of the blow that made his cheek burn and sting.

Matthias exploded.

"Ya know why you stay with me?!" He screamed, throwing his hands up in frustration "Because ya haven't got anyone else left! You have no family, you have no friends who would ever care enough about ya to let you stay... Y'have nothing without me!" In his rage he cornered Lukas, the blonde stared up at him with wide eyes. The fear the Dane saw in them went unnoticed, the raw emotions ignored in his stupor. He piled the accusations on "You have no one and nothing except me!-"

He was interrupted by a hard shove on his chest, the Dane reeled back shocked. Lukas stared up at him, his eyes burning with hate and a deep, deep disgust. So deep Matthias felt the first twinge of guilt even in the state he was in.

"I hate you!"

Lukas had left. Left the apartment. Left the Dane.

The intoxicated man had found his way to the couch and passed out ungracefully his dazed mind not fully understanding what he had just done. What he had done to Lukas, to his Lukas.

The next morning he had woken up around noon, to a horrible headache and a missing Norwegian. Searching his mind frantically realized all at once what he had done. The last words rang in his ears, cold and resigned and full of so much truth it made his heart twist in tight knots.

"I hate you!"

Matthias let out another strangled sob cradling the hairpin in his arms, metal warmed by the attention. He had taken a shower long ago trying to rid himself of the rancid scent of the woman. It worked but it could not erase the guilty feeling in his stomach and the disgust he felt crawling on his skin.

He couldn't move, he could hardly think straight.

"I hate you!"

The words were ringing in his ears, filling his headache head with things he never wanted to think about.

Late into that night when Matthias had cried all the tears he thought he could, he leaned his head against the wall. His mind felt stuffy, his eyes puffy and raw from crying. But now he knew...

"I hate you!"

Lukas, his Lukas, was not coming back.

END

A/N: This is a very sad one shot that may turn into a very sad two-shot. *Shrug. *Shrug. I hope you enjoyed. Or did not enjoy. Please tell me what you think.

-Artemis.