The Arrangement

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"Just hold still," Julius said. "And get on your hands and knees. We will do all the rest. Do you think you could take my weight against your back?"

Personally, Julius didn't think that Robert was going to get hard again. Most men didn't. They had quite a long time before they wanted to go again. Julius smiled softly and nuzzled him. He didn't want to hurt his lover, not if he could help it. Julius nibbled at that tender, soft skin just under his neck. He wanted to give Robert as much pleasure as he could. It was what he deserved after all of this. He ignored how his brother stalked off and instead focused his pleasure on the lithe, thin body underneath him.

"Beautiful," he whispered. "So, so beautiful. I've never seen one as beautiful as you. Even after all they did to you, they never did take your soul and your beauty. I could look at you for a thousand years and never get tired of your looks. How does that sound, darling?"

[Col. R. Hogan]

“I can do that…and yes. You’re pretty lean,” Robert replied. He moved into position, mindful of his shredded feet. “Where is Franz going, though? I didn’t mean for him to be sent away.”

His heart pounded in his chest. He told himself not to be afraid, that Julius wouldn’t hurt him. It was just his trauma getting to him. Fortunately, the man seemed to understand what he was going through without him having to say a word. Robert groaned and let his head fall forward as his tender skin was nibbled. When it came to comfort and reassurance, this was a damned fine way for Julius to do both at the same time.

“It sounds like you’re a bigger flatterer than I could ever be,” Robert teased. He blushed slightly at the compliments. “Careful, love. Heaven forbid you stop being my asshole prince and become Prince Charming instead. Attending fancy parties in dress clothes, having to have perfect manners, not being allowed to swear…yuck.” He laughed, adjusting his body some so his weight was more evenly distributed. “I think you’d probably get naked first as a form of protest, then make rude gestures while cursing up a storm just to piss everyone off. Possibly start throwing whatever strange food they were eating at them too. I personally wouldn’t; I have an image to maintain. However, I’d definitely slide you some ‘ammunition’ and point out new targets in a whisper. Bonus points if you got something especially gross in a woman’s hair.”

The colonel wasn’t kidding either. There was a part of him that’d never grown up, just like Peter Pan. He had been rather rambunctious as a boy and had delighted in making girls squeal. As an adult, he’d still made them squeal, but for different reasons. Robert remembered dropping spiders and crickets down the backs of girls’ dresses, then being entertained while they shrieked and ran around. There had even been a few girls who’d gotten mashed up worms smeared in their hair because they’d been bullies. He could easily picture Julius rebelling and doing the things he’d mentioned as a form of protest, with him discreetly helping and Franz trying to act like he didn’t know them. Robert grinned to himself. Yes, there was more than one reason why he and Julius got along so well.

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"I can see you doing that," Julius laughed. He kissed the area behind Robert's ear and allowed the man to slowly get used to his weight. "Do you want to not do this? We don't have too and you seem scared. I don't want to hurt you if at all possible, my love."

He liked using pretty words. He liked doing it better than Franz did and he was better at it, he liked to think. For one thing, he had more practice than his brother did. He had had to rely on his wits and words when his brother just had to smile at anyone to get them willing. Julius kissed all over Robert's skin and sighed softly. He loved doing this, loved touching this man in ways that made him shudder. Not in fear, no. In pleasure.

"And never think that my beautiful words mean that I'm turning into a prince," Franz purred. He nibbled all down Robert's collarbone and fingered the soft skin between his legs. "Just that I know how to speak better than my station, that's all."

[Col. R. Hogan]

“No, I still wanna do it,” Robert answered. He nuzzled Julius as best as he could, given the angle. “I just get nervous sometimes. Only because of what happened, not because of you. Or Franz. I’m not afraid of you two. Might be startled if either of you yell or sound angry, but that’s it. You and Franz are probably the only people in the country I can trust anymore.”

His breathing became more labored. Every kiss, every touch of his skin made him shudder. Julius knew how to make him feel alive. Robert couldn’t believe he’d ever wanted to kill this man. Underneath that rough exterior, Julius had a heart of gold. Had a silver tongue and some magical fingers too. He whined when the man touched that soft skin. Robert tossed his head back, then groaned Julius’ name.

“Oh, screw that Victorian-era BS,” Robert said firmly. “The only station I care about you having is where your body is in relation to mine. On top of, underneath, in front of, behind or by my side. No matter where you’re at, we can give each other mutual comfort and pleasure. Anybody who says that’s not important can suck your dick…after I’m through with it. Hope they’re prepared to wait for a long time, though. I was here first and I have lots of plans for that thing. Hell, they can suck mine too. Might as well give ‘em something to do while they wait.”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Julius laughed so hard that he found himself coughing. He almost forgot what he was doing and kissed the back of Robert's neck in apology. He figured that the last thing he needed to do was have a laugh at Robert's expensive. He found the slick from where it was stashed and slicked up the space between Robert's legs. The trick to this was stroking the man at the same time as he thrust into that tight, slick heat. It would take some doing and he was out of practice. Julius warmed the slick up before he slicked up that tight heat and then his cock.

"Are you ready, darling?" Julius whispered. "I'm not going to start until you give me the say so. May I touch your cock?"

He meant those words. He wasn't going to start until Robert was okay with it. He knew that this man had been abused - and in horrible ways, no less - and he didn't want to make that pain worse. Right now, the best thing for him to do would be let Robert call the shots.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert decided he liked the sound of Julius’ laugh. That had been a great reaction. The man truly was charming, even if it wasn’t in a conventional way. ‘Asshole prince’ was a fitting description for Julius. Robert loved how he didn’t care what anyone thought of him, how his lover spoke his mind without censoring his words. It was refreshing.

“I see you agree with me,” he teased, sounding very pleased with himself. “I wasn’t kidding about those plans, by the way.”

He shivered as Julius slicked up the space between his legs. The man’s hand was near his balls, close enough where it practically ghosted over them. Robert’s legs quivered in anticipation. He bit his lip, panting when he heard Julius slicking up his cock. The colonel desperately wanted to climb on top of him instead, but he knew he needed to heal first. He wouldn’t risk injuring himself just for a quick fuck. Even so, the teasing motions had gotten him half hard by the time Julius spoke.

“Absolutely,” Robert replied, his voice rough. “I wanna see what this is all about. And if you do something I don’t like, I’ll say ‘red’. That work for you?”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Julius kissed the crook of his neck. "That sounds fine. And don't be afraid to be loud - I've been close to enough explosions that I really can't hear that well."

He pressed his cock into the slick space and wrapped his hand around Robert's cock. Julius kept his motions slow and gentle, intending this to be sweet rather than rough and wild. He pressed kisses on Robert's neck as he thrust into that tight space and let soft German words spill from his lips. They meant nothing really. Just sweet nothings that were supposed to ease any fear he might have had. Julius lost himself to the gentle motions. He made sure to work Robert's cock, just enough to keep the man on edge.

"So beautiful," Julius said. He nipped the back of Robert's neck and hummed. "So good for me, too. So, so good."

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert nodded his head. He wasn’t sure what to make of this at first, being as it was a new experience for him and all. But he sure knew what a hand job felt like! He made soft noises of happiness while Julius stroked him. Slender hands were obviously a trait he’d gotten from his father; Franz had them too. Those same hands were coaxing plenty of moans out of him in no time at all. Julius’ weight held him down, restraining his movements. Robert enjoyed it, though. His cock, which he’d figured wouldn’t get hard again this soon, was proudly jutting out in front of him.

He wailed his pleasure in the form of his lover’s name. The slow, gentle motions were driving him up the wall. So were the kisses to his neck and the hand doing other wicked things to his body. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t thrust into Julius’ hand. Robert would climax whenever the man decided to let him and not a second before. Frankly, there was something exciting about that. He clutched the sheets for dear life as he cried out still again.

“Julius…” Robert moaned. He clamped his thighs tightly around his lover’s thrusting cock, squirming as best as he could. “Don’t st – oh please, right there. Yes, yes!”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"You can rock your hips," Julius whispered. He pressed kisses to that sweaty neck and brushed back a little hair. "Makes things a bit easier for me. Think you can do that for me, darling?"

It was easier when the other one rocked his hips. Julius kept stroking, chasing his own pleasure. The last thing he wanted to do was cum before Robert was ready. He kissed the man all over and stroked the man's hard nipples with his free hand. Getting Robert off first was the honorable thing to do. Julius intended to do it, though the man wasn't making it easier. He felt like he could explore that lean, lithe body for years and never grow tired of it. He probably had years, come to think of it. Julius purred softly and nipped at the back of his neck.

"You can cum, Colonel," Julius whispered. "Let me hear your pleasure, please."

[Col. R. Hogan]

“If I could…move, yes,” Robert panted. “Too much of…your weight is…pinning me down.”

He hated to admit it, but he wasn’t as physically strong as he’d used to be. Both his time as a POW and his trial had done a number on his body. He waited for Julius to ease back a bit before moving. Robert thrust into his lover’s hand and gave himself over to the pleasure. Moans and whimpers spilled from his mouth as it flooded his body. The tight grip on his cock and the hand toying with his nipples was intoxicating. Sweat gleamed off of his body from his rapid movements. He heard himself begging through labored breathing for permission to cum – his voice sounded far away even to his ears. The next thing he knew, Julius was granting his request. The colonel appreciated that. He wanted to be good for his lover, but he didn’t think he’d be able to hold out any longer. His body quivered more with every thrust. Warm seed sprayed onto the bedding as he came, screaming Julius’ name like a mantra.

Robert’s knees buckled underneath him. He collapsed onto the bed and lay there for a moment, panting hard. His entire body was shaking something fierce. A single thought forced its way through his haze of pleasure – see if Julius had gotten off yet. That was important. He did an awkward sort of circle roll until he could see the man’s cock, still hard and covered with lube. Robert was much better with his mouth than his hands, though, so he used part of the blanket to wipe off the lube. He looked up at his lover and smiled, his eyes shining with happiness as he deep-throated Julius’ cock. If there was one good thing he’d learned during his time as a slave, it was how to suck dick. Now he had a skill that was sure to please both brothers! The colonel supposed that was a silver lining. He whimpered softly while he sucked, relaxing his throat so Julius could fuck his mouth if he wanted to. There some things that gave him great enjoyment in life, and pleasuring his lover – or lovers – was one of them.

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Julius whispered sweet nothings as he thrust into the man's mouth. He made sure to keep his motions gentle - the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Robert - but it was so hard to not lose himself in that sweet, wet heat. Julius wondered what it would be like to have the same for real. He groaned softly and almost said something as he came. The pleasure almost made him black out. Hogan had little choice but to swallow, even though Julius hadn't given him a choice. After that, he sprawled back and pulled Robert into his arms.

"How was that, darling?" he asked. Julius kissed his reddened lips. "Was it good enough?"

He didn't want to let this man go, not if he had a choice. As it was, his heart fluttered and he held the man close. Robert was perfect for him. Just the right amount of docile and feisty. Julius kissed him gently and cuddled him close. They were going to stay this way all night.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert felt butterflies take flight in his stomach when Julius began thrusting. It pleased him to see the man chasing his pleasure like this, to do the same thing he would do with someone who hadn’t been abused. There was nothing worse than being treated like glass. He made a tight seal with his mouth, using his tongue to tease Julius some more with every thrust. Robert eagerly swallowed – something he would have still done if he’d been given a choice – before allowing himself to be pulled into his lover’s arms.

“That was perfect. Didn’t you hear me moaning around your cock?” he teased after they broke apart. “I was enjoying myself just as much as you were. If anything, I should be the one asking you if it was good enough. You kept making me squirm when I tried to hold still.”

He snuggled up next to Julius. The man was warm, something he couldn’t get enough of. It happened when one was used to being cold most of the time. Robert was of the opinion Germany was actually in Antarctica and nobody had bothered to correct any of the map makers. There was no other explanation for having snow on the ground in July. He returned his lover’s kiss, then nibbled on his lower lip. Julius had soft lips that he enjoyed kissing, sucking and nibbling on. He truly was a prince – there was nobody else quite like him out there, and Robert was grateful the man was his to love.

“I’m keeping you for as long as we both live,” he murmured. “Franz too. You and your brother are the best ‘enemies’ I ever had, you know. Speaking of him, I hope he’s not mad. He looked a little pissy when he left.” Robert nuzzled his lover and pressed kisses to his throat. “One of these days, we should tag-team him. You can fuck him and I’ll suck him. Or vice versa…wait, no. I like the first idea better. I like watching my partner struggle to keep their composure while I tease them. It’s fun.”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Julius grimaced. "Colonel, Franz is my brother. Perhaps we could do those things to your willing body instead...?"

As much as he enjoyed touching Hogan - and snuggling with his brother - he had no desire to touch his own brother sexually. The idea might have been arousing to some men, but it just made Julius' cock wilt at the idea. He wrapped his body close to Robert's and petted his hair. Julius was a man of many talents - both good and bad - and right now he wanted to use the good ones. He lay back against the soiled bedding, petting Robert's hair and back. This was something he enjoyed more than anything else. He liked staying warm, especially with a nice, gentle man.

"My brother's fine," he whispered. "He just thinks of you as something frail and broken. He doesn't want to hurt you any more than you already were. I still don't think that he understands how this could be done to another human being. He also went to get your antibiotic cream. That will have to go inside you, by the way. If you're aroused by the touch, I'll be more than happy to ease your needs."

[Col. R. Hogan]

“Whoops,” Robert said sheepishly. “You and Franz have very little in common from what I can tell, both personality and interest-wise. Makes it easy to forget you two are actually related sometimes. Still, I wouldn’t be opposed to you and him doing that to me. I like being the center of attention in that respect.”

He snuggled into Julius’ arms. There was something to be said for simple skin-to-skin contact. He basked in it, purring as Julius petted him. It’d been a long time since he’d felt so loved. His breath caught in his throat. Love. Yeah, that’s what it was. He wasn’t falling in love with the brothers, he was already in love with them. Maybe there was something wrong with him for loving two men. If there was, though, he didn’t care. He wanted them in his life no matter what.

“I might be frail at the moment, but I don’t think I’m broken,” Robert replied. “Just a little scratched up and dented is all. Franz did a lot to help my mental state earlier. And so have you, Julius. You’ve been really good to me.” He kissed the man on the lips. “I think I will be…and I look forward to having you ease my needs. Also, please call me Robert. You let me use your first name; I wanna return the favor.”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"Robert," Julius murmured. He tasted that name with reverence and snuggled Robert close to him. "I like that name. And I like holding you."

This was what he wanted to do more than anything else. Sex was fun and all, but cuddling was so much better. Julius wrapped his body around Robert and held him close. He brushed a gentle kiss across Robert's face. He wished he could tell this man how good and perfect he was. Julius loved holding Robert. They seemed to fit together perfectly and Julius couldn't help but snuggle with him. He looked up when Franz slipped back in the room. The man came in on silent feet and holding a simple brown paper bag.

"I got the cream," Franz said. He sat down on the bed and took Robert's hand. "Did you enjoy your little tryst? Do you need anything?"

He did worry about this man. If you asked Franz, Julius was simply moving far too fast.

[Col. R. Hogan]

“Thank you,” Robert replied. “I like yours too. Julius sounds regal, but with a hint of bad boy in there. Kind of like Julius Caesar. A perfect name for my asshole prince.”

He grinned and pressed his face against Julius’ chest. It had been far too long since anyone had wanted to be with him without wanting something in return. Robert wished he could reach inside his lover and destroy all the things that caused Julius pain. All the memories of anyone who’d ever hurt him, looked down on him, considered him scum because of his parentage. How anyone could be so judgmental was something that would forever elude Robert. More than that, the whole thing really pissed him off. He ground his teeth together and tried in vain to calm down. By the time Franz took his hand, his body was trembling with rage.

“Yes, I did,” he choked out. “At least until our discussion from earlier popped into my head. Now I just wanna fuck up everything and everyone that ever hurt Julius. Maybe it makes me stupid, but I am livid on his behalf!” Hot tears of anger streamed down his face. “I can’t even describe how I see him. Sweet, funny, considerate, sarcastic, sometimes a jerk…and all rolled into one beautiful packaging. Who could hate someone who’s this perfect? It’s not Julius’ fault they’re all jealous he can pull off common thug and elegant royalty with the same ease! The only thing I need is to make everyone who hurt him, physically and emotionally, pay big time.”

Robert was so wound up, he had temporarily forgotten the man in question was still in the room. All he knew was that he wanted the rest of the world to see Julius like he did. How he had been treated wasn’t the slightest bit honorable, and Robert was very much a man of honor. Witnessing injustice and discrimination of any kind hurt his heart, especially when he had no power to end it.

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Julius huffed some. He didn't like being talked over, even if he knew Robert didn't mean it. He watched idly as Franz turned Robert over on his back. The way the man's body was lacerated made him want to scream. How could anyone treat another human being like this? Abuse. That was what it was. Abuse. Nothing more than abuse and torture inflicted on an otherwise good, gentle man. He rubbed Robert's back as he thought. He could see the cream and knew that it needed to go inside the man's body.

Franz must have understood what was going on. A half smile played at his lips as he rested his hand on Robert's back. "This needs to go inside you, darling? Do you mind me touching you there?"

This had to go inside Robert regardless. Franz just wanted to give Robert as much of a choice as he could.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert shook his head as he wiped his eyes. He took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. It was probably stupid to be this emotional. Logic dictated that if Julius himself wasn’t upset, he shouldn’t be either. Robert looked up at the man in question and smiled sadly. He hadn’t meant to lose his composure like that. Lately, the little things had been getting to him a lot more. His emotions were all over the place, probably due to the drugs he’d been given.

He knew his life would never be the same, and yet these two men loved him. They were willing to put up with him for as long as he wanted to stay. Robert knew he would never leave. He belonged to Franz and Julius now. Only this time, it was voluntary. Robert was theirs and they were his. His sad smile morphed into a soft one. Brown eyes met blue ones, the former shining with love and trust.

“Sorry…sometimes I talk too much,” Robert said softly. He didn’t say it was for forgetting Julius had been right there – he thought that much would be obvious. “Please kiss me so I shut up before I do it again, if that wouldn’t be too much trouble. Or get loud from having Franz touch me. I’ll still enjoy it, even if I can’t get hard, and I’d rather not deafen him with my moans and groans.”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"Gladly," Julius said. He pulled Hogan into his lap, making sure that his legs were spread, and kissed him like a lover should be.

Franz went to work with the cream. Robert was still loose and slick inside, meaning that it would be easy enough to slip a finger inside of him and paint his walls with the cream. Franz felt were the scars seemed to end. They didn't go too deep into his body, meaning that whoever fucked him had a smaller cock than normal. Franz tried not to snort. Hopefully that was Hochstetter. Franz knew it would be justice if it was. He tried not to let Robert see how this was effecting him. His insides seemed to be slick and soft and they clung to Franz's fingers. Franz imagined what it would feel like to have his cock in that tight, hot hole.

He shook his head rapidly. He couldn't think about it, not while Robert was still so wounded.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert kissed Julius like his life depended on it. Their tongues fought for dominance, almost as if they were playing a game of thumb war. He whined into the man’s mouth. Robert enjoyed displays of affection just as much as he did sex. Kissing, hugging, holding someone, allowing himself to be held…each of them were equally important to him. All but the first one were things he only did when he was in a relationship. They seemed too intimate to do with a one-night stand.

He squirmed as Franz massaged the cream into his inner walls. The sensation was too much and not enough at the same time. He tore his mouth away from Julius’, needing air, and moaned. The colonel turned his head toward Franz, his eyes half unfocused. If his lover was enjoying himself, he did a good job of hiding it. He couldn’t wait until he was healed so he could know both men in the most intimate of ways. Robert liked pleasure, both giving and receiving. Seeing his partner come undone never failed to make his heart soar. Maybe, just maybe, Franz would let him offer pleasure via his mouth. The blond German had the most beautiful reactions when he was in the throes of passion.

“Franz,” he gasped. “I wanna…suck you when you’re done. You’re helping me to heal so I feel better; I wanna repay you by doing something we both enjoy. Please?”