A New Job - Pt 2 (Explicit)

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"You are going to get me killed," Franz teased. He smiled softly as he nuzzled the other man. "Darling, I just don't know if my body could get it up again. You must have been starved for this kind of desire."

Franz knew he couldn't keep up with Robert even if he tried. His body just didn't have that desire. He could see that the man was still aroused, which meant that he was going to have to give the man relief. Franz nuzzled Robert and sprawled back. He was half hard already, which meant that he needed some kind of relief. Franz stroked Robert's back and cocked his head. Then he smirked. He had an idea and licked his lips as he thought. If he could get Robert off just by warming his cock... Well, he would do it. He wanted his lover to be happy.

"I didn't know what you were doing, darling," Franz said. A crooked smile crossed his face as he tugged at Robert's hair. "My dear, you can go back to doing that if you like. Maybe tell me what you desire next time?"

[Col. R. Hogan]

“Maybe…but what a way to go,” Robert teased. “And yeah, you could say that. I haven’t gotten very many chances to get any action. Usually all I had time for was a few kisses. Also, I didn’t – and still don’t – expect you to get it up again, Franz. If that happens, great, but that’s not my ultimate goal or anything.” He nuzzled his lover. “Sure, I can do that. Just figured you already knew, being as you know so many different tricks and all. I won’t be trying to give you oral since I know you’re not ready yet, but I do wanna explore your body for a few minutes. You’re gorgeous to me. I hope you know that, love.”

The colonel slowly ran his hands down the outside of Franz’s legs to his ankles. He kissed every scar he found, as if he could heal them. Then he worked his way back up, doing the same thing on the inside of his lover’s legs while he panted. Calloused fingers with newly-trimmed short and softened nails gently caressed Franz’s balls. Soon, Robert’s attention turned to his cock. He let out a shuddery breath. Small moans fell from his lips as he gave it a few licks. He took great pleasure in showing Franz just how sexy he was, worshipping the man’s body like the blond German always worshipped his.

Robert’s breath came in whimpers while he was positioning himself. He laid on his side, his erection resting near Franz’s hand. Anybody who came in unannounced was going to be mooned by two still-reddened cheeks. Smoldering dark eyes stared into blue ones while he slowly swallowed Franz’s cock, clearly savoring every inch as it disappeared into his mouth. Robert finally laid his head on the man’s thigh once he reached the base of the shaft. Then he closed his eyes and held perfectly still. It suddenly dawned on him that he was in a near-perfect position for Franz to tease the hell out of him and/or finger his hole, should he so desire. That hadn’t been something the colonel had thought about when he’d chosen this position. He wasn’t moving, though, so that was a risk he’d just have to take.

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz smiled softly and palmed those reddened cheeks. He knew what Robert was doing right now and he figured that he could rest for a bit. It was hard to resist fucking that warmth, though. Robert had a way of driving him mad with desire. He leaned back and drifting off into a half sleep. It had been the longest time since he had had the ability to just... rest. The war and all the stress from it seemed to slip away from him. Franz splayed an arm across Robert's back as a way of marking his ownership of the man. Perhaps it was strange, but if Robert was going to call him sir...

Well, who was he to not take advantage of such a gesture? It wasn't like the war was filled with willing and loyal soldiers, was it? Franz stroked the broad, flat plains of Robert's body and watched as the man shuddered. He would never understand the pleasure Robert felt from this. Perhaps it was letting go. Perhaps it was simply having another man care for him in ways that no one else could. Whatever it was, Franz decided he was just going to let it go. He brushed a kiss against that reddened flesh. He loved the way Robert reacted to him.

On a whim, he slicked up his finger and pressed it into Robert's hole.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert involuntarily swallowed when Franz gently grabbed his ass. The motion caused his mouth to constrict from the movement. His tongue, which had been lightly flicking the shaft every time he breathed, pressed against it more firmly. He took a deep breath and began breathing through his nose instead. Robert had stated his only intent was to warm his lover’s cock and he’d meant it. He wasn’t a liar. Knowing Franz trusted him enough to do this was, in his opinion, an honor. No man played fast and loose when it came to the safety of their family jewels.

He smiled as Franz tossed an arm over his back. If he didn’t know better, he would say the man was claiming him. Robert had no objection to that. As far as partners went, a German prince was a damned fine catch. Not that he cared about such things – he would still love Franz even if he’d been born a street urchin – but it was still nice. He smiled to himself. Maybe, just maybe his lover would be able to top him after all.

The colonel had only had one lover with the self-confidence to do that in his life. Unfortunately, Harold been killed during a car crash in 1936. Every one Robert had had since then hadn’t been dominant enough. Although he wasn’t submissive by nature, he had found when he was forced to do so, he thrived. He could let go of the burdens of command and let somebody else make the decisions. The problem was, he had a large rebellious streak. Said streak also included recklessness and stubbornness. Robert liked to push the boundaries, to see just how much he could get away with before someone told him ‘no’ and made it stick. Everyone had always let him walk all over them. Harold, on the other hand, had not. He’d had zero problems following through with whatever he had said, no matter if it was a reward or a consequence. And Franz was the same way. If nothing else, the fact that Franz could make him want to submit without any effort spoke volumes.

Robert let out a happy sigh as the tension ebbed from his body. A part of him wanted to take a nap like this. Being next to the man he loved – tasting him in the most intimate of ways – was bliss. He shifted somewhat, preparing to do exactly that. He had just gotten himself all comfortable when the blond German began stroking his skin. Shudders ran through Robert’s body while he did his best to hold still. His legs repeatedly twitched, the twitch becoming more noticeable after Franz kissed his sore behind. He squirmed some. It was difficult to focus on holding still, making no sound and focusing on his task, all at the same time. If he started doing that, the vibrations would go right to Franz’s cock…literally.

He pressed his lips firmly together as a slick finger was pushed into his hole, although a high-pitched, surprised squeak was still heard. His legs shook a bit more from the effort to behave. He wanted to prove to his lover he could take whatever pleasure was offered without begging for more. Yet Franz was making it very difficult to do any of the above. The man had quickly learned where his hot spots where and what order to hit them in for maximum effect. Robert clamped down tighter with his mouth. He couldn’t stop a few pleasured whimpers from escaping, but at least he wasn’t moaning. Yet. If this kept up, that would change soon enough. His body shook like a leaf from his efforts. He wanted to give Franz the enjoyment of watching him squirm without asking for anything in return. For him alone, Robert would attempt that challenge. He greatly enjoyed it whenever his lover teased him and made him ask for things, so in a way, it was its own reward. Making Franz happy made him happy too.

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz was just about to get to work fingering his lover when Julius stalked in. The other German started, his eyes wide when he saw his brother. Sure, he knew all about what his brother liked, but this was a new one. Franz had never been quiet about his desires, especially when it came to men that he loved. And he loved this one, that was for sure. Julius just stared at the man, his eyes wide and his jaw open. Franz started. He almost moved, right before he remembered that Robert's mouth was on his cock. That was a for sure way of way of getting bit!

"What the fuck?" Julius whispered. "I've been trying to get you for the last hour! And now I know why!" He dragged his hand through his hair as he stood there. "I'm going to be installed as your adjutant. London seems to think that having Papa Bear, Raven, and Cathedral in the same area would be a good way to win the war."

Franz just stared. "Can't you knock?!"

"I did, but you're fucking the pretty American." Julius snorted. "But I see that you've managed to shut him up. That must have taken skill." He lit a cigarette and started on it. He always did that when he was nervous. "By the way, we have a new mission. If you care tear yourself away from that well fucked ass, you might want to review it. And bring the American - one of his boys went bad." Julius said the next bit in Swabian - his and Franz's native dialect. "The idea is that we kill the traitor before he talks. The American distracts him, we poison him. Think we can get that done?"

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert’s eyes flew open and his blood ran cold the moment he heard Deutsch’s voice. He still didn’t know how well the two got along – if they got along – or if the man would try to blackmail Franz with this later on. Deutsch hadn’t sounded like he cared for his half-brother very much when they’d spoken earlier. Internally, Robert was panicking and didn’t hear anything that was said after Deutsch’s first sentence. His pulse was pounding too loudly in his ears. If that asshole tried to go around the bed to hurt Franz…

Without any warning, Robert’s protective instincts kicked in. He let go of Franz’s cock and rolled over. In one (nearly) fluid motion, he sprung to his feet and tossed the blanket he’d been laying on over Franz. He wasn’t sure if the blanket landed on his lover’s crotch or his face – he hadn’t really looked when he was aiming. Robert grabbed the dagger he kept under his pillow and gripped it in his right hand. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, making sure his body blocked Franz’s. Adrenaline flowed through him like water and his heart bear furiously in his chest. Tension filled the air as he glared at Deutsch.

“It was all my idea,” he growled in German. The two men might have been brothers, but it didn’t mean Deutsch wouldn’t rat his lover out for some kind of profit. “I’m the one who suggested we fuck. Franz is innocent – he didn’t want to do that until I talked him into it. And if you hurt him or smear his reputation in any way, I will fucking end you!” Robert snarled. “I don’t play games when it comes to my man. He’s already killed one asshole for me; I have zero problems doing the same for him in return.”

He took a single step towards Deutsch, then stopped. His dark eyes blazed with a mix of anger and fear. “Do we understand each other, pretty boy?”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"Pretty boy?" Deutsch laughed. He glanced to Franz and slipped into Russian. "You need to keep him on a short chain."

"Easy," Franz said. He very pointedly said those words in German and gave Deutsch a long look. "We'll need him for the mission. And if you're going to swap languages, give me warning. You going from Swabian to Russian is giving me a headache. When does London want this mission done and who are we killing?"

Julius sat down at the foot of the bed and ignored Hogan. "They want it done yesterday, of course. This American has gotten himself wrapped in with the Nazis. And not the ones under my command." He laughed softly as he lit a second cigarette. "His name is Samuel Bergmann. I don't know much about him, just that we're supposed to kill him before he tells the enemy any secrets."

Franz winced as he started pulling his clothes on. "We'll need to throw a party or something like that. Something to get him in here, maybe poison? Does London want him back?"

"Nope." Julius leaned back and smirked. "Tell me, Hogan, are you willing to kill a fellow American?"

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert growled low in his throat, sounding very much like a papa bear. He didn’t trust Deutsch as far as he could throw the man. But if Franz wasn’t worried, maybe he shouldn’t be either. For now, anyways. He reserved the right to change his mind later on. Unfortunately, Deutsch was sitting right where he needed to be to grab his uniform. The colonel sheathed his dagger and bent over to pick up his clothes. He didn’t trust the man not to try something sneaky. If Deutsch got an eyeful of everything he wasn’t getting, good. Let him look. If the asshole made any snide comments about the color of his behind, they would have words.

He straightened back up and pointedly sat near Franz. Traitors were nothing new – he’d dealt with several of those before. Some POWs became so sick of prison life they struck a deal with their captors, either for freedom or extra privileges. It was never something one did on a whim. What really bothered him was that this Samuel guy seemed to be doing committing treason simply because he could. It didn’t sound like he was being forced. He gave Deutsch a long look, debating whether or not he should slap the smirk off of the man’s face.

“Yes,” Robert replied. “When someone is a threat to me or mine, I don’t care what nationality they are. Or what branch of service they’re in, for that matter. American captain, Luftwaffe corporal…you get the idea. SS colonels are on the list too. That goes double if I feel any of the above might hurt the man I love.”

His dark eyes glittered dangerously as he kissed Franz’s hand, never once breaking eye contact with Deutsch. “If the SS colonel who ruined my fun tries it, I’ll beat his ass. Nobody messes with Franz on my watch,” he warned. Then he gave the man an unpleasant smile. “Does that answer your question?”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"I'm not going to fuck my own brother," Julius dryly said. "I might be the son of a whore, but I'm not that twisted. And you better get used to me - I'm Franz's new SIC. London just made the choice this morning. I might not like you, but I'm not going to throw a wrench in London's plans because of a stupid grudge."

Franz ran a hand through his hair as he started putting on his own clothes. "Robert, you can stop trying to defend my honor. I'm not stupid, nor is my brother. We need to throw a party here, have Bergmann brought here, and poison him. Rat poison would do it. He'll get a fatal case of food poisoning."

"London did say to get rid of him," Julius said. He turned to Robert. "We'll need the Frenchman, of course. And we are going to have to poison a man via food. It's not uncommon for a man who's been on half rations for a few years to get sick off a feast. They'll be expecting it, of course. I expect that they made him uncomfortable enough that he decided to go along with it."

"Easy," Franz said. He found his boots and slipped them on before finding his pistol. "You don't want to add salt to Robert's wound. Even you aren't that cruel, brother dear."

[Col. R. Hogan]

“Fuck him?” Robert repeated in a bewildered tone. He had to admit, that reply had thrown him for a loop. “No, no. I thought you were gonna hurt Franz, maybe even kill him. He’s never mentioned you and I don’t know if you two get along or not. I know you don’t like me, so…yeah. For all I know, whatever you said in Russian could have been a threat of some kind,” he said with a shrug. “Not like loving a man is exactly encouraged in anyone’s military. Which is a shame, because some of them are pretty handsome. Some of the more good-looking ones I’ve seen have been visitors to the camp.”

Robert really, really hated London for putting that man here permanently. The two of them didn’t like each other one bit. If he’d had been anyone else – anyone at all – Robert would have held onto his grudge. It was something he did well on the rare occasions he had one. But Deutsch was Franz’s brother, and he didn’t want to put his lover in that position. Damn. Robert needed to buy himself a few minutes to think about how to handle this. He began pulling on his uniform while he was thinking. The rough material of his pants caused a hiss of pain to escape his lips when he pulled them up.

“I never said you were, Franz,” he replied. “Colonel Deutsch and I have…a history. Bad blood on both sides. Things were said, others were mixed in. He and I agreed to have a brawl to erase said bad blood, though, so that’ll be fun. At least we can do it a lot sooner now if he’s your SIC! I’m looking forward to that. Regarding the party thing, I like the idea. It’s simple and it’s easy.”

Robert’s chipper tone faded as he turned back to Deutsch. “I’ll tell LeBeau what needs to be done when I go over to the barracks. I guarantee you he’s gonna bitch about deliberately ruining good food, though. He tends to take that kind of stuff personally.”

He let out a low hiss of pain when he pulled up his underwear. The material had been rough to begin with – having them be over-starched hadn’t helped any. Robert would have to speak with Carter about that. He plopped down on the bed to put on his shoes, but the second he landed, he let out a loud yelp and shot back up like he’d been burned. Great. Well, he could play it off as long as Deutsch didn’t decide to be a jerk. Which, given their usual way of communicating, was unlikely. The man was an asshole who seemed to delight in making him miserable. Robert gingerly rubbed his ass a few times, a sheepish expression on his face as he looked at Franz. Maybe his lover would be willing to finish what they’d started later on. He didn’t object to a little pain as long as he got some pleasure with it.

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Julius looked at his brother. "What the fuck, Franz?! Did you beat him! Mein Gott! If you want a man in your bed, you don't have to force him! Even I know that and I ran with the SS longer than you did!" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Please step out of the room, Colonel Hogan, while I fight to preserve your nonexistent honor."

Franz started and tried not to shy back. "I - yes, I hit him, but only because he asked me too."

Julius stared at him. He didn't want to step into this fight if he didn't want too. He didn't know why anyone would ask to be hurt, even if that person was a bastard known as Robert Hogan. The man turned to leave and left before he could say something nasty. He stalked across the camp and grabbed the phone. Julius ignored the other guards. He knew they didn't like him. They were Luftwaffe and he was still tainted by the SS. If only they knew. Julius smiled ruefully as he picked up the phone. This one was a Leopold Kelzing and Julius hated him.

"General Kelzing's office," a soft female voice said.

"This is Colonel Julius Deutsch of the SS," Julius said. "Tell the General that he is to bring Captain Bergmann to Stalag 13 to attend a... party." A party that would kill him. "We'll have local brass here and have him dressed in an SS uniform. It'll be good for his mind. Hurry! We haven't all day!"

Deutsch hung up the phone and turned to the wall. This was going to have fun...

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert couldn’t move. The wild accusation to Franz had hit him like a sucker punch to the gut. Amy thoughts of apologizing fled as he stared at Deutsch, anger burning in his dark eyes. How dare that asshole accuse his lover of something so vile! He ground his teeth when Deutsch left the room. It took maybe 30 seconds for his feet to come unglued from the floor afterwards. The same growling sound Robert had made earlier fell from his lips before he tore out of the room, clearly in hot pursuit of Deutsch. If he had to guess, the man had likely gone to the Kommandantur to use the phone.

He threw open the office door a few minutes later. Inside was Deutsch, staring at the wall. He stalked through the door. If his lover was right behind him, he didn’t hear it. He was too focused on his nemesis. Robert’s body vibrated with rage as he stalked toward the man in question. One way or the other, he would get through to this bastard.

“How dare you accuse Franz of something so vile,” Robert snarled. “He would never, ever beat me! Franz is too gentle to do anything like that. If you must know, what he actually did was spank me.” His face was flushed from both anger and embarrassment. “With his hairbrush, I might add, but only because I worried him half to death one night and nearly got myself killed less than 24 hours later. Franz only wanted to give me ten swats with his hand; I asked him to do what he did because I know what it takes to get through my head. And every one was well-deserved. I don’t regret my decision one bit, save for the part where he was more upset than I was!”

The colonel smiled unpleasantly, then socked Deutsch in the jaw, hard. “Don’t regret that either. Nobody questions Franz’s honor around me, not even his asshole brother,” he added. He landed a few more punches and grinned. “Come on, pretty boy. Show me what you’ve got – we might as well have our fight now. Don’t think I can work with you until we do.”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Deutsch grabbed him as soon as he got over the shock. He couldn't believe this bastard had hit him. He slammed Hogan's body against the wall hard enough to leave a dent. His blows felt like heated brands where they landed and he aimed to stun this son of a bitch. Deutsch punched Hogan two more times before he released the man and backed off. His chest rose and fell as he stared. Deutsch never liked getting physical with someone, especially a prisoner, but there were times when a man had to break that code. He kicked Hogan to the ground and stepped over the body.

"Let me put it another way," Deutsch growled. "I come to my brother's room. I find you in his bed, sucking his cock, and clearly in pain. This is Germany. Prisoner rape and beating isn't exactly uncommon. What the hell was I supposed to think, that you two were playing patty cake?! Bloody hell - your ass is so sore you can hardly sit down! What in God's green earth did you think would happen?!"

That man was something else. Deutsch had never liked him, but he also couldn't stand it when a man was brutalized. He made sure to not step on any of Hogan's fingers as he prowled around the man. The last thing he wanted to do was get headbutted. He knew Hogan would do it. Maybe the man was down, but he sure as hell was not out.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert grunted as he was slammed into the wall. Every blow Deutsch landed hurt like a motherfucker. The bastard was strong, he could admit that. He hadn’t anticipated such strength from someone so lean. Stars swam in front of his eyes while he lay on the ground. He blinked rapidly while the German spoke, trying to make them go away. That was easier said than done – the man packed a solid punch. It would take more than that to knock him out of the game, though. He rolled away from Deutsch after the man was in front of him and got to his feet. A wild sort of glee was visible in his eyes, the kind only a person who liked to brawl would have.

“I thought you were smarter than that, for one,” Robert retorted. He slowly made his way towards the man, grateful the adrenaline pumping though him was temporarily numbing the pain in his behind. “Smart enough to realize I would’ve had Franz transferred out of here if I even thought he was an abuser by now. Nobody beats someone like that on their ass and nowhere else. What you saw was completely voluntary. And that’s another thing – you killed the mood. He was in the middle of trying to drive me up the wall and you ruined it, you jackass!”

It was Robert’s turn to do the grabbing this time. He slammed Deutsch’s head on the desk, being careful not to hit any corners, and punched him a few more times. The last one was a firm blow to the solar plexus. He headbutted the German and knocked him onto the ground, then focused on catching his breath. It had been years – no, decades – since he’d brawled like this and his stamina wasn’t the same as it’d been at 20 years old. He probably should have gone for face shots instead…but he thought Deutsch was handsome and didn’t want to damage that beautiful face. That would be hard to explain if any of the guards were to ask what had happened.

“I don’t know about you, but I personally am enjoying this. You fight well and I respect that,” Robert told him. He backed up some, leaving Deutsch room to get to his feet, and studied the man thoughtfully. “How about a wager, Colonel? We fight until one of us concedes, then the winner gets to fuck the loser. You aren’t ugly; I wouldn’t be opposed to fucking you. I’m a gentle lover unless otherwise requested.”

Well, that was officially the strangest request he’d made so far in this war. The colonel was curious to see how things would play out.

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Deutsch grunted and stretched out his back and shoulders. It had been a long time since he had been in a decent brawl like this - he preferred to shoot the enemy rather than get up close and person - but he would make an exception for this one. Deutsch rubbed his aching face. He sidestepped the next two blows, before dropping his shoulder and ramming into Hogan's side. He didn't even bother to verbally reply to Hogan's words - he just wanted to make this man went down and stayed down. Deutsch cracked his knuckles and grinned.

"That sounds fine," he purred. He took the chance to punch Hogan sharply in the ribs. "I just hope you like German cock in your ass!"

Deutsch fought like he was trained too. He lunged again, striking Hogan in the head and dropping him down. He avoided the man's face and cock - that just wouldn't be fair - and knocked his legs out again. His instincts screamed at him to grab some kind of weapon and finish the job, but he forced himself to not do that. Something wild filled his veins. He wanted nothing more than to fight, to scream, to lash out, but he forced himself to stop. If he wasn't careful - and he was wild enough to not be - he could wind up killing that man.

Deutsch grinned, the smile of a hunting wolf instead of a man. "I hope you can fight, Colonel!"

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert grunted from the blow. It looked like Deutsch would be hard to take down. That was to be expected – he was an SS officer, and they were trained well. This was gonna be a close fight. He traded more blows with the man, calling upon his military training and learned skills to fight. Some of them landed and some of them didn’t. Robert’s body was starting to hurt, but he wouldn’t give in unless he was forced to. He was enjoying working his frustrations out on this man’s body. From what he could tell, Deutsch felt the same way about him. It was freeing to solve a problem with his fists for once.

“I do if it’s actually a cock and not the Vienna sausage you probably have,” he said. He yelped from the blow to his ribs before landing a counterpunch. “Not that it matters, ‘cause you’re gonna be the one taking mine!”

He groaned when he hit the floor again. Dammit, he needed to stop giving Deutsch an opportunity to do that! Sloppiness would only be a hindrance to achieving a victory. Robert got back on his feet, a little slower this time, and cracked his neck. His stubbornness wouldn’t let him stay down unless was forced to. If he did end up losing, he was gonna go down swinging. A colonel had to be tough. In his case, he just wasn’t the type to give in when things got difficult.

“I can fight a hell of a lot better than you can,” Robert replied. He wiped his bloody lip – when had that injury happened? – and gave the man a dangerous grin. “Come on, Colonel, put some effort into it! You want my ass, you’re gonna have to do better than that.”

He let out a wicked laugh. Maybe taunting Deutsch wasn’t the best idea, but he didn’t care. He was high on the pure joy and adrenaline rush of combat. So long as the German continued to fight with honor, he would do the same. Robert lunged at him, landing roughly the same amount of blows his own body was taking in return. It was fun. The more he hit Deutsch, the better he liked the man. It was like each successful punch chipped away at his anger.

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Deutsch grinned. It had been a long time since he had had a proper brawl. He tackled Hogan, forcing the man to the floor. For some strange reason, arousal coursed through his body, even as he tried to ignore it. Deutsch straddled Hogan's body, effectively pinning his arms to his sides. Deutsch didn't have much weight on the man - if Hogan wanted too, he could probably buck Deutsch off - but the principle was the same. Deutsch grinned and cupped Hogan's cheek with one delicate hand. This was where he belonged. He intended to stay there, too.

"My dear Colonel, I am pleased to tell you that my cock isn't nearly as small as you think," he purred. He grinned when he could feel evidence of Hogan's arousal against his leg. "Though if this is your definition of foreplay, I can understand why you had my brother hit you like that. Tell me, Colonel, do you yield?"

Part of Deutsch hoped he didn't. He was still ready to fight.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert looked up at Deutsch with an odd expression. It was half happy and half hopeful. Goddamnit, he was trying to win this fight, not lose! So why was he turned on right now? More importantly, why was Deutsch aroused? He didn’t know. Nor did he know why he leaned into the touch when the man in question cupped his cheek. ‘Pull it together, Rob!’ he thought. He flushed when Deutsch mentioned seeing his ass in a roundabout way. Anger, lust and embarrassment fought for dominance inside his head.

“Franz didn’t hit me for foreplay,” Robert growled. “Actually, he didn’t hit me at all. He spanked me – there’s a difference between that and hitting someone just because you can. It was a punishment, Colonel. The fact that I liked him lightly smacking me afterwards…” He trailed off and shook his head. “Never mind. Regarding the size of your cock, prove it. I dare you.”

He surged forward, kissing the German on the lips, then bucked him off. Part of Robert regretted his choice. Deutsch was a handsome man, one he wouldn’t mind doing a few rough things with. There was something wild about the man that called to Robert like a siren’s song. He threw a few more punches. As much as he didn’t want to concede their fight, he was gonna have to. He’d been in enough brawls to know when he’d been bested. Robert shoved Deutsch against the wall, a calculating look in his dark eyes.

“I’ll yield under two conditions, Colonel,” he said. “The first is that you gotta apologize to Franz for implying he abused me. The look on his face…he was really hurt by what you said. Physically stabbing him would’ve done less damage. Secondly, I wanna hear Franz give his blessing for you to fuck me. I’ll make it clear we made a deal, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not trying to go behind his back with this. I won’t cheat on the man I love. If this were the other way around, I’d get his blessing before I did anything with you. Do we have a agreement?”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"That sounds fair to me," Julius purred. He pulled Robert close to him, a smile playing at his lips. "I'm sure he'll give his blessing. He is my brother, after all. Let's go talk to him."

He turned around and swore softly when he saw Franz standing right there. His brother cocked his head. A small smile tugged at his lips. Julius took backed up, making sure that his brother could see he wasn't going to hurt Robert. The spanking thing was not something he could understand. He had seen too many people be beaten to be comfortable with the other. Still, though, Julius could see the lust in Robert's eyes. From what he knew about the man, he always seemed to be half on edge. The man seemed like he was half aroused now.

"Brother." Julius bowed his head and took a breath. "I am... I am sorry for what I accused you of. I did not know what you were doing was consensual and I... I lost myself. Please forgive me?"

Franz bit his bottom lip. Forgiving his brother should have been easy. He even know why Julius had gone off like that. As much as Franz hated to admit it, there were men who beat prisoners and did horrible things to their unwilling bodies. But to think that Julius would think he would do such a thing... Well, it took a few minutes for him to process that request. Franz nodded after a second. He crossed the room and took Robert's hand. He did desire this man and loved him more than life itself. To think that he would hurt a man, though...

"I forgive you," Franz said, "and you can... you can lay with Robert. But only if he's completely willing."

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert felt his heartbeat speed up when Deutsch pulled him close. The man was even more handsome when he smiled. His breath caught in his throat as he nodded, making an audible gasping sound. Great. Not only had he lost a fight he’d started, now he was happy about it! His life got stranger every day. Robert tried to look on the bright side – he was going to get laid. He liked to have fun and knew Franz didn’t have the same drive he did. If nothing else, being with Deutsch would give his lover a break.

“Much appreciated,” Robert croaked. He cleared his throat. “I hope you’ve got a decent amount of stamina, Colonel. 2 minutes would be awfully disappointing. Hope you know how to give pleasure too. I enjoy being fucked, but I also like it to be good and to last a while,” he said. “Franz would be the first one to tell you that. Come to think of it, he’d probably tell you I’m insatiable, but that’s irrelevant since this is a one-time thing.”

The moment he turned and spotted Franz, a curse of his own tumbled from his lips. His gaze wandered from his lover to Deutsch and back again. He felt like a teenager who’d snuck out with their older brother to do something potentially dangerous – after being told no – gotten hurt doing it, and then gotten caught sneaking back into the house. It was an awkward feeling. He squeezed Deutsch’s hand while he was apologizing, trying to offer some moral support. The man sounded about as awkward as he personally felt. Robert opened his mouth to address his lover, only to snap it shut again when Franz spoke. The idea that the blond German had been standing there this entire time made his cheeks turn pink. He’d been rather…vocal about defending Franz’s honor earlier and wasn’t sure how the man himself would feel about that.

“Hi love,” Robert said brightly. He pasted on an innocent smile, trying to act like he and Deutsch hadn’t just beat the holy hell out of each other. “Didn’t hear you come in! You don’t have to worry about me, though. I don’t mind; I made a deal with Colonel Deutsch and I intend to honor it. Not like he’s ugly or anything. Actually, I’d be willing to take his cock on a regular basis if both of you were alright with the idea. Very, very willing.”

Robert closed his eyes and groaned. Dammit, he’d only meant to say those last two sentences inside his head! The last thing he wanted to do was make Franz feel like he was being taken advantage of in any way. Robert pulled his hand away from his lover and covered his face, hiding his flaming red cheeks. At the rate he was going today, he would melt into a humiliated puddle on the floor before nightfall.