The Arrangement

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz laughed softly and kept doing this. This was the only kind of penetration Robert was going to get for a little bit. Franz feared what would happen if he tried to give Robert his cock. The man was still fragile. There was something hurt deep inside of him, something that Franz knew was still injured. He didn't want to hurt his lover any more than he had too. Franz groaned softly, watching as Robert squirmed. As far as he cared, Robert was still his virgin lover. He wanted to make the man's first time as perfect and good as possible. It was just going to take a little bit.

"Beautiful," Franz whispered. "Good and beautiful to me, my love. My darling."

Julius came back and stopped short. That was... unexpected. He had thought that his lover would have waited, but apparently not. Sometimes, it seemed, his brother was hornier than he was intelligent.

[Col. R. Hogan]

“Mmmm, don’t stop,” he groaned. “More!”

Robert continued to writhe under his touch. Franz’s fingers were stroking that spot like it was a full time job. It felt good – better than anything else of this nature he’d experienced – and it wasn’t degrading either. More importantly, nobody was forcing him to do this. That was a huge plus. After everything he’d been through, he appreciated being given a choice. His erect cock rubbed against the blankets every time he moved. That was something he needed to fix. Not that he minded the rubbing, but the angle was slightly uncomfortable.

On a whim, he thrust backwards against Franz’s finger, taking it deeper into his body. The colonel froze at the sensation. Part of him wanted to pull away; the other part wanted more. Robert slowly moved forward, then back again. He repeated the process until he was certain he would be allowed to set the pace. His hole spasmed each time he moved backward, sending waves of arousal throughout his body. Robert’s eyelashes fluttered as he grabbed his cock in his right hand. He began stroking it, rocking back and forth a little faster while he did so.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he moaned. He tossed his head back, his breathing labored. “Need you, Franz. You and Julius. Need…need his hands on me too.”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Julius cleared his throat and sat beside him. He rather awkwardly touched Robert's back. He didn't think it was going to be the best idea ever, touching Robert like this, but he couldn't deny that the man was beautiful like this. Julius kissed Robert's cheek gently. Just enough to make the man feel like he was truly wanted. As much as he wanted to draw Robert into his arms, he couldn't. Even touching Robert like this was a bad idea. The man had been tortured in ways that would destroy another man and only a fool would abuse him like this.

Franz found every single place inside of his lover and stroked him. Robert was filled with scars. Those would fade with time, of course, but it had to be uncomfortable. Franz wished there was something he could do about it, even though that he knew Robert would just have to heal on his own.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert arched into Julius’ touch, trying to convey without words what he wanted. The brothers were acting like he was made of glass or something and it was annoying. He understood why they were they were doing it, but he’d been tortured, not committed to an asylum. Robert still knew what he wanted; he just had a harder time asking for it now.

“Love me, dammit,” he growled at Julius. “If you want my mind to heal, stop sitting there like a bump on a log and help me make some pleasant memories instead. I want the old ones gone ASAP!”

His chosen tone surprised even him. Although the colonel hadn’t given any orders since the day his trial had begun, he still possessed his command voice. He’d heard it ring out clear as a bell when he’d spoken. He rolled over onto his back and looked up at Franz, his throbbing cock pressed against his stomach. Some part of the man he’d been before was visible in his eyes. He grabbed his lover’s hand, then spoke.

“I wanna see you take me, Franz. If I can’t have your cock, then add another finger or two,” Robert said firmly. He let go of the blond German’s hand, never breaking eye contact while he spread his legs. He took himself in hand and began stroking. “This is what you two do to me. I know I’ve been through a lot, but I know what I’m doing. I won’t break. My dick might implode from being so turned on if I don’t get off soon, though.”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"No man has ever died from blue balls," Julius laughed. Then his gaze sobered. "Darling, we just don't want to make you panic. If you do... we might lose the trust we've gained from you. And I don't want to do that. We don't want to hurt you."

"Julius is right," Franz murmured. "We are running the risk of injuring you by doing this."

He did give Robert two more fingers and expertly spread his walls. He knew what this man needed, even if he didn't think he should be giving it. Robert was the man he wanted, the man he loved. Knowing that there was a chance he could hurt his lover... Well, Franz didn't want to do that. The scarring, too, made Robert's internal walls fragile. He didn't know when - or if - he could tell the other man. Robert might split open inside if Franz tried too much.

Julius pulled Hogan into his arms and kissed him deeply before starting to play with the man's nipples. Maybe that would help.

[Col. R. Hogan]

“I understand not wanting to hurt me, but neither of you are gonna lose my trust unless you do something I specifically said no to,” Robert reassured them. Then he sighed. “I’m not saying I won’t panic at some point, cause I probably will. And we’ll deal with it if I do. You guys will just have to remind me where I am, that’s all.”

Franz’s words were unsettling. He couldn’t understand why the brothers were so concerned about injuring him unless there was something they weren’t saying. But then both men attacked his body at once, causing his mind to go blank. Having Franz’s fingers stimulate his spot while Julius’ played with his nipples was bliss. Robert moaned rather loudly as his hand fell away from his cock. Which was fine – his body was too wracked with pleasure from the dual sensations to focus on stroking it anyhow. He trembled violently, his eyes rolling back in his head while he made keening noises. He couldn’t help but rock against Franz’s hand. The primal instincts every man possessed had taken over, trying to fulfill what his subconscious was demanding. The rest of Robert was just along for the ride now.

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz wrapped a hand around his cock with his free hand and coaxed Robert to release. He couldn't think about what the man had gone through and still be able to get the man off. Robert had been hurt in ways that no one should have been. Maybe it was the crude part of him, but Franz had a hard time putting his cock in a channel that was so scarred and torn. He watched as Robert writhed and twisted, then finally came over both of them. Julius clearly didn't mind and he just nuzzled Robert gently. Franz, though, did. And he had to tell Robert.

"Darling, inside you're scarred," Franz gently said. "If we put our cocks in you, there's a good chance that you could tear and bleed. You have to wait and heal - the scars still feel raw in there. That's why I didn't want to fuck you and why I really think putting my fingers inside you isn't a good idea. In fact..." He trailed off and sighed. "Penetration is probably going to be difficult for some time. Neither one of us wants to make you bleed."

"He's not lying," Julius whispered. "I've seen it before. How many times did they tear you?"

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert panted while he tried to catch his breath after his orgasm. He allowed Julius to nuzzle him, although returning the favor was out of the question for the moment. His limbs were too rubbery to move. Yet the afterglow was completely worth it...until Franz tossed the verbal equivalent of cold water on him. Hearing he was scarred inside was a buzz kill. He wasn’t too surprised; Hochstetter and his goons had been anything but gentle with him.

“I understand,” the colonel said in a quiet voice. “But it still felt good, and I have no regrets about my request. Thank you for honoring it. If you know of a way to cause the same sensations without any kind of penetration, I’m open to suggestions.”

He turned to Julius. “I’m kinda…afraid to answer that beyond saying that sharp objects were occasionally involved,” Robert cautiously admitted. “You got awfully upset when I asked you asking a few questions, but this is so much worse. I’m scared you might get mad at me again. And I don’t want that. I don’t want either of you to be mad at me, or hit me because I said something you didn’t like.” He watched Julius like a hawk, scanning his face for any sign of rage. “I told Franz the entire story of what happened to me earlier, though, and the numbers were pretty clear. Maybe…maybe you guys could step out of the room long enough for him to fill you in. If that’s acceptable, of course. It was traumatizing enough to tell in the first place; I don’t wanna hear the recap too.”

Robert finally looked down at the bedspread. “I’m sorry if it comes off like I’m being uncooperative,” he whispered. “I just…I’m quickly falling in love with you and Franz, and I don’t wanna ruin everything. I like it here.” He smiled sadly. “I love waking up between you two, seeing your hair look like a rat’s nest while Franz’s stands straight up all over his head. When you told Franz to take his idea of early morning exercise and shove it up his ass with a prickly cactus, I nearly fell off the bed from laughing so hard. Same thing happened after Franz told you, “It’s not that cold in here. If you want cold, brother dear, I could always send your sorry ass back to Russia so you can do a fair comparison.” Even small banter like that is priceless to me.”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz laughed softly at that last one. He had thought Robert was too out of it to know what was being said. Apparently, he had been wrong. Then his face sobered as he pulled Robert into his arms. There just wasn't a safe way to give him what he wanted right now. The skin had felt too fragile, too much like it was going to split if they were rough with it.

"There are things we can do to accelerate the healing process," Franz slowly said. "An antibiotic cream - which I can get at the pharmacy in town - will do wonders for the scarring inside you. Julius, I'll fill you in later - he's had a rough day and I think he wants you to hold him." A rough day was the understatement of the century, of course, but Franz didn't know a better way of putting it. "We know you're hurt, darling. And there are other ways for you to find pleasure. A cock in your hole is not the only way to get off. Trust me on that."

Julius snorted. "That's what teenagers do, Franz! Teenagers!"

"Yes, brother, but it works." Franz nuzzled Robert and smiled softly. "I think it's a nice balance."

[Col. R. Hogan]

“An antibiotic cream would be much appreciated,” Robert replied. “Thanks, Franz. Maybe I can use some of it on my feet as well. With any luck, it’ll help heal them too. I’m sick of being confined to the bed when I’m a man of action. Hell, you guys know that. You both met me before my…my trial.”

He swallowed, nuzzling the blond German back before looking from one brother to the other. There was something oddly comforting about being the filling in this sandwich. If you had asked Robert before he’d been shot down, having two men as his lovers wasn’t something he would have ever said he planned on doing. But here he was, basking in their attention like a lizard in the sun. Life was funny like that.

“Wait, what do they do over here?” he questioned. “Now I’m curious. In the States, the only thing most fellas do is jerk off. They might get a blowjob if they’re lucky, but that’s it. If teenagers in Europe do something different – especially if you think it’ll work for me – I wanna hear it. I have needs. Probably more than most men do, actually. I’ve always been that way.”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"Hold your legs together very tightly after we slick it up. We thrust into the space you make," Franz replied. He shook his head and grinned. "Julius taught me that one, by the way. Said he learned it from his mother."

"He's right here," Julius said. He rolled his eyes. "It is a childish trick, though. And it takes a great deal of skill to actually get both partners off. And that's a skill I don't have, brother dear. Our father made sure I was well aware from my mother before I learned the family trade." He clapped his hands before Hogan could ask a few awkward questions, like what his mother had done for a living. "Now. I could use a drink. Champagne, everyone? And a cigarette for our darling American?"

Any more else and he was going to turn bright red. Julius got up before the other two could say anything and slipped over to the butler's pantry. He had American cigarettes, which were always nice, and fancy French champagne. That last bit came from a few of his contacts in the Underground. Julius was more than willing to pay for the good stuff and he liked his brother's lifestyle. It was going to be hard to adjust when everything went back to "normal". Well, what counted for normal when you were the bastard son of the village whore and a prince.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert considered the logistics of what he’d been told for a moment. Truth be told, he’d never thought about anything like that before. But it made sense. Especially for a woman, who would be considered ‘damaged goods’ if she lacked a hymen on her wedding night. What he wanted to know was how Julius’ mother had learned such tricks. It seemed like an odd thing for an upper-class woman to know.

“I think I’d like to try it. If I can’t be fucked right now, that sounds like the next best idea,” he finally said. He shook his head. “No cigarettes for me, please. I kicked the habit after three months without them and don’t wanna start it up again. Wouldn’t say no to some champagne, though.”

Robert turned to Franz after Julius walked away. “I’m confused now,” he admitted in a whisper. “The way Klink explained it to me at one point, nobility can’t marry beneath their station. Now Julius might be kinda wild sometimes, but I figured that’s from being in Russia. From what I understand, both of you have the same dad, which means his mom is a countess just like yours is. And it would make Julius a prince too. So what I wanna know is, how did a countess learn tricks like that, Franz?”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz squirmed when he heard THAT question. He glanced over to his brother. Julius was not going to like that he was going to have to answer that question, but he couldn't lie to his lover. He took a breath as he worked through the question in his mind. This was going to be... well, awkward at best. Franz took a breath as he covered Robert with his own body.

"He's my half brother," Franz slowly said. He nuzzled Robert and kissed him gently. "We have the same father, but different mothers. He's not... he's not royalty, but I am. His mother was a half Yenish prostitute and our father took him from her when he was twelve. He had just found out about his son and, seeing as my mother was unable to have any other children, he decided that he was going to have an heir and a spare. That spare was Julius. His name wasn't Julius, by the way. My father changed his name into something more... German. I think his name was Oliver before it was changed."

Julius looked away when he heard them talking. His hands shook as he poured the alcohol for all of them. He wanted to throw something, wanted to scream, but he forced himself to keep his mouth shut. He couldn't stop them from talking and, if he were to be honest, Robert deserved to know.

[Col. R. Hogan]

“That’s the big secret? Jeez, Franz!” Robert exclaimed. He ran a hand through his hair, forgetting to keep his voice down as he spoke. “And here I thought you were gonna say something awful, like she murdered babies or something. But a prostitute…I don’t care about that. I love Julius for who he is, snarky attitude and all. He’ll always be a prince in my eyes. Hell, his parents could be a prostitute and an assassin for hire and I still wouldn’t care. They’re just jobs. Granted, the second one isn’t exactly ethical, but it’s a way to put food on the table. That’s what counts. Besides, at least folks like that actually earn their money; they don’t have it handed to them like nobles do.”

He flushed slightly and finally lowered his voice. “Okay, that didn’t come out right,” he said sheepishly. “Anyhow, I like people for who they are, not their background. Some of the best friends I’ve ever had were the ones everyone else shunned. Poor, crippled, Negro – I’ve never given a damn as long as they’re good people. I hope Julius knows I don’t think any less of him for his parentage. If anything, I’m hoping she taught him a few other tricks so he can teach me. Could be very beneficial.”

Robert honestly could care less if one of his lovers was a bastard. What he was concerned about was if Julius would have to leave after the war ended, either by force or due to duty. He understood something things were unavoidable, though. Taking care of one’s aging parents if they had no way to do it on their own was one of them. He decided to ask the man beside him. Hopefully, Franz would be able to answer that question.

“Franz, is Julius staying here on a permanent basis?” the colonel questioned in a whisper. “Or does he have to go take care of his mom after the war?”

He bit his lip. “I don’t wanna see him leave. If it’s solely a money thing, I’ll…well, I don’t know. Hopefully I can work out some sort of deal with you so he can stay. And me too, of course. Just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you should have to be the sole provider for everyone,” he said. “That’s after I check on my finances, of course. They’re probably a mess by now. And then I have to make sure Schultz’s wife and kids are doing alright. Same with Klink’s mom. If nothing else, I owe them that much.”

Robert sighed. “Maybe don’t tell Julius I mentioned that part, though. Much as I love your brother, he’s a prideful one. I’ve seen it. I don’t want him to suffer on principle because he doesn’t feel comfortable accepting any help. And you know he would, cause he can be a jackass sometimes. But it’s part of his charm. I personally enjoy his feral, crude side; I think it’s a nice counterbalance to your refined, elegant one. Like two sides of the same coin. I can’t even begin tell you how often I’ve wanted to say ‘If you don’t like me, than fuck off’ to people in my life. Unfortunately, I had an image to maintain and couldn’t do it. The fact Julius can – and does – on a regular basis is something I’m jealous of.”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz cringed when he caught the nasty look Julius gave him. "Robert, I think he heard every word you just said. And now you get to deal with him. His parentage is a very big deal in Germany, you must understand. He's had a fight to just be respected. Our country is quite... backwards when it comes to such things. London even thinks that he's not as reliable as I am because he's a bastard."

Julius gave both men a long look as he sat down. "Yes, I know that it's been hard on me. I don't need you two to rub it in."

He still resented Otto. That man had taken him from his mother, as flawed as she might have been, and tried to form him into a proper German man. Julius had always had his mother's wild spirit. It just did not mesh well with the rest of German society. Julius just barely managed to hold his tongue as he poured a little strong whiskey into his champagne. Robert didn't know - hell, Franz didn't know - that his mother had been killed when the SS decided to "clear out" the Yens when they were coming to their winter homes.

The only family he had was in this room right now. Julius didn't know what to think about that.

[Col. R. Hogan]

“Aw, dammit,” Robert muttered. He fought the urge to huddle up next to Franz for protection – that might make it look like he’d been lying. “Julius, I…well, you heard what I said. I’m not a prejudiced person. Hell, you should know that. You saw me interact with my team at the camp. Kinch was my SIC – even though Carter outranked him – and he was a Negro, Newkirk was a thief who grew up in the gutters of London...and they were my friends,” he whispered. “I treated them the same as I treat anybody else. They’d tell you that in a heartbeat if they were still alive.”

It hurt his heart to think of how everyone at Stalag 13 had met their end. No matter what Franz said, he would always feel responsible for what had happened that day. The commander side of him should have seen the tragedy coming and evacuated the camp ahead of time. Hochstetter had to have known for at least a week to have pulled off what he had, probably more. The timing had been too perfect. Robert doubted the constant ‘what if’s’ and ‘I should have’s’ would ever give him any peace. And then there was Julius. A man who, in his own way, was very similar to Newkirk. Having to claw his way up from the dirt, to prove himself to people solely because of something he had no control over. Robert’s eyes burned with unshed tears. Not from loss this time, but from rage. Empathy – not sympathy – was clearly visible on his face as he wrapped his body around Julius and looked up at him.

“How dare they say such things about you?” he hissed. Rage at the way his lover had been treated dripped from his every word. “You constantly risk your neck for them, yet they’ve got the balls to say that shit? Fuck those stuffed shirts with a rusty bayonet then. Far as I’m concerned, Julius, you can pull the prejudiced stick out of London’s ass and beat ‘em with it! Repeatedly! Who are they to judge you?!?” He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. “I hate bigots, you know. Hate ‘em with a passion. Same goes for people who expect others to conform to their expectations. So if you want me to call you Oliver or whatever your name used to be because you liked it better, I will.”

He sighed. “Not everyone is like that, though. You know what both of my folks would say if they knew about all of this…knew you and Franz were my lovers? “As long as our son is happy and you two treat him right, that’s all we care about.” Period. Come to think of it, my mom would probably give both of you a hug for rescuing me too, but you know how moms are. I could be a hundred and I’d still be her ‘sweet baby’,” Robert said, rolling his eyes as he made air quotes. He sighed again and reached up to play with Julius’ ponytail. “I like everything that makes you you, Julius. There’s not a thing I’d change. Even if I could, you wouldn’t be my prince. My sarcastic, smart-ass of a prince who likes to bitch but doesn’t run when the chips are down, who’s occasionally an asshole to people who deserve it. You wouldn’t be the same man that I’m falling in love with.”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"You're going to make him blush," Franz teased. He glanced over to his brother and nuzzled Julius' hand. "We would protest to London, but he is vulnerable. The Yenish people are... well, less well received than they have him. London seems to think that the Yens are the same as their Shelta. That is, nomads who are good for nothing beyond spying and stealing. We would argue the point, but we're vulnerable now. I don't... I don't think we'll take their offer to be relocated after the war is over. This is our home and we love it."

Franz meant every word. He curled up close to both men and basked in the warmth. This was his family. They might be ragged, made of a thousand different parts, but they were a family. Franz would kill for them. He wrapped one arm lazily around Hogan, just happy to have the man in his arms. Julius nuzzled Robert. He mouthed a kiss against the hollow of the man's throat. He loved Robert, really did. Julius petted Robert's hair just a little as he held the man. As an afterthought, he gently tugged the man's hair.

"I think I like you," Julius said. He grinned a little bit. "And I like being your asshole prince, dearling."

[Col. R. Hogan]

“Sorry about that, but it’s true,” Robert replied. “I never understood how anyone can judge others when they don’t know shit about them. Even when I still commanded the 504th, I thought there had to be some people here who didn’t like ol’ scramblebrains. I’ve never heard of any leader in history that everyone agreed was great,” he said with a shrug. “My pop…he told me he used to be on the lookout for Germans who looked reluctant to fight during the first war, and whenever he found them, he offered them a chance to surrender to him so they wouldn’t have to fight. Never pumped them for information either, just asked that they do basic tasks to earn their keep as POWs. I’ve always tried to mimic his example by keeping the body count to a minimum. If I could’ve been half the man he is, I would have been happy. Now…”

He trailed off sadly. A pained look appeared in his eyes as he burrowed into the warmth created by both men’s bodies. The colonel wanted nothing more than to spend his life with the two brothers that had accepted him, trauma and all. Franz had said this was their home, but did that include him? He wasn’t sure. Part of him was afraid to ask in case the answer was no. Robert did his best to swallow the lump in his throat when Julius showed him some affection. He liked what was being done to him and didn’t want to give off the impression he didn’t.

“Thanks, and I know I like you, Julius. Nobody else can fill the role of asshole prince quite like you can,” Robert quipped. Damn, his voice sounded choked up. He blew out a breath of air and bit the bullet.

“Franz, when you said I could stay as long as I wanted…did you mean after the war too?” he asked in a small voice. “I wanna stay and be part of your family, but I don’t want to assume anything. Or get my hopes up for nothing. The idea of being separated from you guys...it makes my heart ache.” Robert held the blond German’s hand while he pressed a kiss to Julius’ throat. “I need my Prince Charming and my Robin Hood, not one or the other.”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"When I said you could stay, I meant that you could stay until the end of time if you so desire," Franz said. He glanced towards Julius and smiled softly. "Him, too. We are a family and I don't want to split up even if we could. And I don't think that we can. What do you say, Julius?"

"I know I'm not leaving," Julius said. He held Robert close to him and splayed his hand on the other man's chest. "We're not hurting for money and we won't be for a very long, if ever." A slow smile played on his face as he kissed Robert. What do you want me to do, darling? If you want us to try fucking your legs..."

He trailed off, making sure that Robert knew this was entirely voluntary. A slow smirk played out over his face. He had learned a few things from his mother and her friends. He knew ways to give Robert pleasure that he had never even dreamed of.

"Brother, dear, you might need to go," Julius said. "I think we should give him a taste of what he wants."

[Col. R. Hogan]

“Really?” Robert croaked. He blinked rapidly, trying not cry in front of them, but it was quickly proving to be a losing battle. “I can…I don’t have to…we don’t have to…dammit!”

Happy tears had begun streaming down his face the moment Julius had confirmed he wasn’t leaving. Family. That’s what the three of them were now – a family. He scooted backwards into Franz’s arms, pulling Julius along with him. Robert felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He sobbed for a few minutes, which probably looked strange in contrast to the smile he wore. After he calmed himself down, he wiped his eyes.

“Well, that was an emotional moment. Didn’t mean to do that,” he said sheepishly. Then he beamed and kissed both brothers on the lips. “Yes, I’ll stay. I’m not leaving unless it’s in a coffin. Even then, my ghost will probably stick around to play pranks.”

Robert kissed Julius again and lightly nibbled on his lower lip. “I think I’d like that. I’m curious to see how this leg fucking thing can get more than one person off at a time. Should be a lot of fun.” He rubbed his hands together. “So, what do I have to do for this to work? Or should I just hold still?”