A New Job - Pt 2 (Explicit)

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz looked to his brother, a wry smile on his face. "He will wear you out, just so you know. I just... Julius, I can't keep up with the man and God knows I have tried. I'm perfectly fine with this being a regular occurrence. I do need my rest."

He poured himself a drink and sat down at the desk. Going by everything that was scattered around the floor - and the broken chair - there had been a fight. Franz decided that he didn't need to know the details. He just gathered up what papers of his had been spilled, wiped up the ink that had pooled on the desk, and found his pen where it had been tossed to the side. Franz was happy that those two weren't trying to kill each other. Perhaps the fight had been what they needed to get used to each other. After all, if what Julius had said was correct, the man was going to stay here for a very long time.

"Colonel Hogan, did you speak to LeBeau?" Franz asked. "I know that you want to enjoy Julius' body, but we need to deal with this problem first." He paused, sharp eyes looking over the two men. "If you're bruised, you're going to have to handle it yourself. This camp doesn't have a medic."

Well, other than the surly prisoner. Franz knew he needed to change it and he would - soon.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert’s blush faded as he snickered. He knew how he affected his lover and found it amusing. To be fair, Franz affected him the same way. He uncovered his face and looked around him. In the midst of their fight, he and Deutsch had made a mess of the place. Robert winced when he spotted the broken chair. He was gonna have to get that replaced. Normally he would just repair it, but that was the chair Burkhalter favored. The burly general made it creak on a good day – he didn’t want the chair to break if Burkhalter sat in it. That would be bad.

“Not yet,” Robert replied. “Haven’t told them I’m not going on the mission tonight either. I’ve been a little…distracted today. I’m assuming the party for Bergmann is tonight. If so, I can go inform them of both events now, sir.”

He flushed a bit, recalling how he had called Franz that earlier. It got a little darker as his gaze darted between his lover and Deutsch. He quickly looked away, then picked up the broken chair. To say Robert wasn’t looking forward to his time with the latter would be a lie. There was something wild about Deutsch; it called out to the savage part of him. Maybe this man would be willing to do things Franz wasn’t. He supposed he would find out later on. Robert grimaced. Every step he took hurt, and not in a good way.

“I should be fine if I lie down for a few hours,” he lied through gritted teeth. He wasn’t about to play into the ‘pilots aren’t real soldiers’ crap – especially not in front of Deutsch – and would suffer silently before allowing himself to look weak. “Just gotta take a little break before the next bit of excitement, that’s all.”