Last time - Perkyx

The weather was not the best. In the light of street lamps illuminating the streets of Berlin, one could see people hidden under broad umbrellas. Everyone went somewhere according to their conscience to meet a specific goal. Rain streaks lazily down the windshield of the taxi Luka was in. He had a purpose too. He took a deep breath as soon as he thought about it. He dreamed that the journey between tenement houses would last as long as possible, so that he could admire the beauty of the city endlessly, which he would probably never see again. Eventually, however, the vehicle began to slow down. An electrifying shiver ran up his body involuntarily. He didn't want to do this. He thanked the driver. Without waiting for him to spend the rest of his money, he grabbed a small travel bag and walked in no time at the door of the block. Raising his hand to the intercom, he noticed that his limb gently twitched. "Get a grip". He typed in the code as if he could forget it. The door swung open and Luka stepped inside. He felt as if the stairs leading up to the top were endless, and each step he took away from his intended cage. The last such journey, the most difficult. Eventually, however, they would face a door that led to a chapter that was about to end. They will take the key from their pockets, the one he intended to give Grabbz tomorrow.

Luka went inside the apartment that had been his second home for nearly six years. It was here that he experienced the greatest joys and failures experienced during his mortal career. His heart beat faster and harder involuntarily. A wave of memories flooded him the moment he felt a strange twinge inside. Surprisingly, there was silence around, probably because Marcin wasn't supposed to come until tomorrow morning. A faint blue glow came from the common room. Luca's eyes darted across another closed door. Martin was clearly locked up at his place, just like ... Luca's gaze fixed on a point to the right of him. He wanted to come up, knock like he used to. Now he knew it was too late. He turned and walked towards his room. Tomorrow it would belong to someone else. There was a kitchen right next to it. Luka found the light switch in the dark, he had been here so long that he was able to accurately determine the position of individual elements. He casually placed his bag on a stool, then went to the faucet to pour himself a glass of cold water. He stood there for a good few minutes, staring at the wall in front of him. He was completely blank in his mind. He didn't know if he should go and say hi to everything, especially after what had happened in the past weeks. He decided that the best solution would be to simply hide in his own room and settle all matters with the coach in the morning.

-Luka?

He turned abruptly to the direction the voice was coming from. Rasmus was standing from the entrance to the corridor, wearing a pull-out tracksuit. His eyes were dark circles under his eyes and his hair was arranged in a well-known disorder. They stood there for a moment, watching each other. Suddenly, a broad smile appeared on Rasmus's face. He walked towards Luca, throwing his arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. The Croat involuntarily returned the hug. He could feel the corners of his mouth gently curving upward.

"Hi Rasmus," he said quietly.

The Dane slowly moved away from Luka. Standing in front of him, at arm's length. His expression expressed more than a thousand words - joy mixed with excitement and happiness. Luca's well-being suddenly improved remarkably. It was impossible to be gloomy and terrified with Capsie. This boy's charm could disarm even the largest rock.

"I can't believe it's you," said Rasmus. - I thought we wouldn't see each other again.

"You know, I have a few more things to do," Luka replied. - Did you play?

Rasmus nervously chuckled under his breath as he scratched his head.

-You know, I had a brilliant idea today and had to test a few things.

Typical Caps, Luka thought. Suddenly, a warm wave flooded his body. There was something nice about what Rasmus said, the rush of positive emotions.

-Some things never change.

"Right," Denmark touted him, then added. - You know, we had tomorrow planned ...

"I'm going in the morning, I just came to hand over the keys," Luka interrupted quickly.

Caps's face instantly turned sad. "Shit, just not this."

"Cool," replied Denmark, in a slightly disappointed tone. - I just thought you'd like to come out with us as a team ... one last time.

-That's really nice Rasmus, but I'd rather end it all as soon as possible so that it hurts less.

Tan just nodded, understood what Luce was up to. Their captain, the face of the whole organization, a friend was just leaving, leaving them. These two years were something none of the five of them could regret, all the beautiful, however, ends.

-Are you not gonna say goodbye to the rest? Caps suddenly asked.

-You know, I don't think that's the best idea.

-Even with Miki?

The same tribulation that accompanied him on his way to Berlin is back. It was some kind of unfounded fear, or maybe guilt. Luka couldn't define it. Rasmus noticed how the Croatian attitude grew tense.

"You should talk," Caps suggested, his voice deep. - It will do you good.

Luka just sighed.

-I don't think I'm ready for this.

Rasmus gave him a sad smile. He knew it wasn't easy for Perkz. It wouldn't be there for anyone. He patted the Croat on the shoulder.

"If you change your mind, we have breakfast scheduled tomorrow at eleven, if you want to stay," Caps suggested. - I'm coming back, the match has probably started a long time ago.

He turned and started toward the exit.

-Rasmus? Luka called after him. The man stopped and spun backwards, looking at the former captain. - Thank you for everything.

Caps gave him a shy smile before they disappeared from Luca's sight. He was left alone in the room. He grabbed the bags by the shoulder and headed for his room. He looked as usual, except that all the things that belonged to him had been taken away long ago. The Croat sat down on the edge of the made-up bed, lighting the bedside lamp. He was tough, never giving up, even in the semi-finals against Damwon, when during the fourth map virtually everyone gave up hope except him and Yankos, he fought to the end. This time it was different. He was just a "sheep". He hid his face in his hands. He felt his eyes go wet, he suddenly lost control of his whole life, he was not invincible. It lasted in such a state for a few, a dozen or several dozen minutes. It hurt. Even a lot. At one point he heard a soft knock on the door. He didn't even have time to answer when a figure slowly slipped into the room. Luca's heart skipped a beat. Instead of hard blows, a weak, uneven rhythm began to tap out. Miky entered the room without a word, then sat down in Luka's chair. His eyes fixed on the wall facing him, never once did he look at the Croat. Perkz was silent, studying the expression on Miki's face. He did not express anything, he was completely indifferent. The long hair slowly began to fall behind the glasses of the Slovenian. There was stubble on his chin. Support's eyes were even more dark circles under that of Caps, apparently he had heavy, sleepless days behind him.

"You're back," he said softly.

"It looks like it," he replied.

Miky just nodded.

-Good.

Luka felt that this conversation would make no sense. He didn't know what to say, how to behave. Maybe Miki should leave? Helplessness seized the Croatian body, he hid his face in his hands again. Now he did not care that the tears were slowly running down his cheeks. He heard the rustle and the sound of the chair's moving wheels. Suddenly, someone's fingers touched his forearm.

-Luka, please ...

Perkz looked up to look at his ex-lane partner, a friend, a guy he truly loved. Mihael looked at him sadly and helplessly. He suffered too, and he also hurt as much as Luka, and maybe even more. He gently raised his hand to wipe the tear from Perkz's right cheek, who immediately directed his hands to Mickey's wrists and began gently massaging them, just like he used to when they weren't working enough. More memories came back, the days when Luka got incredibly close to Miki. They were looking at each other now, without a word, Luka felt that he was slowly getting lost in the reflection of Miki's eyes, it was so magical, intimate. They hadn't spoken since Luka officially left the team, it seemed too difficult for him, now he wondered how much easier it would be if he really decided to go through with Miki.

Suddenly he noticed that the Slovenian's eyes were slightly swollen and red, he quickly lowered his head. Instinctively, Luka grabbed his cheeks, pointing his head upwards.

"It doesn't make sense," he said, his voice breaking. - That's not how I imagined it.

"Neither am I Miki, neither am I," he whispered.

They said nothing, sat staring at each other. From behind the window came only the muffled sound of moving cars and rain hitting the window sill. Miki inclined his head towards Perkz. Forehead touched. A gentle shudder passed through them, neither of them had been so close to anyone for a long time, except for the moments when Marcin tried to flirt with Miki, paying him compliments or constantly touching him.

"I missed you," Luka said softly. - You don't even know how much.

Miki gently tilted his head towards Perkz's lips, which trembled with emotion.

-Is that ... okay? the Slovenian asked.

Luka smiled gently. Life was not a game, although he was driving more often there and deciding what to do. It was extremely difficult for Miki to initiate physical contact, so Luka never pressed him, he tried to adjust his pace to Miki's actions.

"It's okay," he replied.

Miki approached Luca's mouth once more, placing a gentle kiss on them. They were just light touches, but they expressed more than you might think. The warmth of Mickey's mouth made Perkz's heart speed up again, it felt like the first time he tasted them. This time their sweetness was overshadowed by the salty taste of tears. Luka gently pulled away, then hid his face in the hollow of Mickey's neck. The Slovene wrapped his arms around Perkz's waist.

"I'm sorry," Luka whispered. - I'm just sorry.

At the moment when all the barriers that the Croat had built around him for years had broken, he felt Miki gently stroking his back along his spine. He was vulnerable now, every single shot could wound him fatally and even kill him. He was just an ordinary AD Carry who probably ran out of armor. In such moments, he needed his support, who would protect him from any opponent, not let him hurt.

"I'm here Luka, whenever you need me," said Miki.

-Thank you Michael.

Not the sound of his full name, the Slovene trembled. So rarely did anyone talk to him like that. Even so, only Luka could do it in such an amazing way.

"Stay with me, one last time," Luka said.

Miki stepped back for a moment to look at his friend's face.

-Are you sure?

Perkz said nothing. Instead, he grabbed Mickey's neck, pressing his lips against his. The Slovene did not protest. He knew Luka, knew that neither of them wanted to hurt the other. The Croatian leaned back slightly, which put both of them on a narrow bed. Miki rested his arms on either side of Perkz's head, upstairs. One of his knees was between Luka's legs, and he sighed gently. He quickly braided his fingers into Miki's thick hair. He missed their touch so badly, Miki's thick, soft, brown curls. Luka skilfully slipped between the support's shoulders, so that now he was on top. He began to run his hands over Miki's body, his mouth was on the support's neck. He gently nibbled at it.

"Luka ...," he whispered softly.

They were close, that was all that mattered. Everything was happening in a blur, in such moments, emotions prevailed. Only the skin separated them. The soft light of the lamp illuminated their bodies. Mickey's hand tightened tightly on Luca's shoulder and he placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"One last time," Miky repeated.

As Perkz made himself comfortable on the bed, Miky pressed his head against his torso. He was immediately drowsy, maybe it was due to Luca's presence, or maybe a few sleepless nights. They were one at the moment. Entwined in a tight embrace.

-Attention! The king has arrived! a voice came from behind the door.

Perkz raised his hand, grabbing the phone left on the nightstand, it was ten o'clock. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Miki, who was still asleep. He recognized the voice in the hallway, "Jankos", and laughed under his breath. He was going to leave much faster, but maybe Rasmus was right, maybe he should say goodbye to the rest, close a chapter in life to the end, not leave it unfinished so that everyone can tell their own story. He looked at Miki, a smile reflexively filling his lips. He thanked himself that he could meet such wonderful people, without them his life would never have been like this. He decided - he stays with them for breakfast.