A New Job - Pt 2 (Explicit)

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz heard the staff car and crossed himself as he started out the door. He had watched the chaos from his window. When Hochstetter came up, he went running. Beowulf hated Hochstetter and the wolf dog was just big enough to kill a man. His heart raced as he ran for the Major. He didn't care that there was a cigarette in his mouth or that his hands were coated in ink. All he cared was that asshole stayed AWAY from his dog and his colonel.

"Major!" Franz yelled. "Watch out!"

Beowulf twisted free from Hogan's grasp and lunged. The dog's ears were pinned to his skull and he bit at every one of Hochstetter's men. Franz grabbed the wolf dog by his leather collar and started dragging him towards the buildings. The dog's claws ripped up the ground as he struggled. He snarled like a demon and snapped at the air until Franz had him on the porch. Franz didn't care that he was wet. He just locked the dog inside his office and came back to the porch so he could get a handle on the situation.

"Well now," Franz said, "next time, call ahead so my dog can be chained up."

[Col. R. Hogan]

“ZE GESTAPO DOES NOT CALL AHEAD FOR A STUPID MUTT!” Hochstetter screamed. He did a remarkably good impersonation of Beowulf’s snarl as the dog was dragged away, then wiped the mud from his face and glowered at Hogan. “YOU! You did this on purpose, I just know it!”

“Yeah, you caught me. I totally planned to cover myself in mud to entertain you,” Robert said sarcastically. Although he didn’t like most of the krauts, Hochstetter was the only one he’d met that he truly loathed. He held up his hand so his men wouldn’t try and interfere. “What brings you to our country club, Major? You here to blame me for the Underground blowing up the Adolf Hitler bridge again?”

“No,” he growled. “This time, zey destroyed the Hammelburg Gestapo headquarters! My office building is nothing but rubble! It will take weeks to rebuild!”

“Jeez, that’s terrible.”

“It is?”

“Yeah. If they’d bothered to read a map, they would’ve known they weren’t in Berlin,” Robert replied. He knew he shouldn’t piss off the major any more than he already was. At the same time, he relished being able to gloat a bit. It felt good to know he and his team’s mission the night before had succeeded. They’d had to leave before the bombs had gone off; morning roll call was one thing they couldn’t afford to miss. “Guess you should feel proud your office was fancy enough to pass as the funny painter’s.”

Hochstetter backhanded him hard, the force of the blow sending Hogan to the ground. “I have had enough of your insolence, Hogan,” he gritted out. He kicked the muddy American in the ribs once with his boots. “I know you are Papa Bear!”

The colonel winced as he slowly got up. The major wore steel-toed boots and the kick had hurt. So had the slap, for that matter. He could feel the bruises forming on his face and ribs already. “For the last time, I’m not a spy! I’m a prisoner of war, Hochstetter! Do you really think I’d still be here if I had the chance to leave?”

“I don’t believe you,” the major snarled. He snapped his fingers at Waffenschmidt. “Handcuff zis man! I am taking him to a different Gestapo headquarters for interrogation. If you are lucky, there might be something left of Hogan to return once I am through.” Hochstetter had no love for the rich brat who, in his opinion, was only a colonel because he’d bought his rank. Nor he did believe in treating prisoners humanly. To him, the only good enemy was a dead one. “Schnell!”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"Major," Franz growled. "Must I remind you that a colonel outranks you? Colonel Hogan is not to leave this camp and if you touch him again, I'll have you horse whipped. If you are to interrogate him for something he frankly did not do, you must do so in front of me."

That wasn't a hollow threat, either. Franz knew what he was doing when he handed Hogan his handkerchief. He could already feel a headache coming on. Franz pulled out a cigarette - his second one for the day - and lit it before glaring at the major. He didn't like this man. There was something very wrong about him, something that reeked of a nature he didn't even bother to hide. Franz glared at the guards as they tried to come over. He gestured to his - no, Klink's men - and directed them where to stand with just a few flicks of his fingers.

"Langenscheidt, take Hogan to the shower block," Franz ordered. "Give him something for the bruises and clean clothing. If he is to be interrogated, I don't want him to be wounded too much more than he already is."

[Col. R. Hogan]

“Thank you,” Robert said gratefully. He accepted the handkerchief and blotted at his face, grimacing when he felt his split lip. That was gonna hurt later. A shower would go a long way towards making him feel better, though. So would the medicine von Waffenschmidt had mentioned. Robert flipped the major off with both hands at once, not particularly feeling like talking at the moment. Just because he was hurt and covered with mud didn’t mean he couldn’t express himself…or still look dignified while he walked away.

Langenscheidt held out his arm as they walked, giving him something to grab onto if need be. He rather liked the American colonel. Yes, Hogan often caused mischief, but he was a good man. And he didn’t judge anyone based off of their nationality. Actually, he ensured the other prisoners showed respect for the guards that respected them. “You can take a hot shower if you would like,” Langenscheidt whispered once they were out of earshot. “I don’t think Oberst von Waffenschmidt would mind.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

“Bah! I don’t count colonels who bought their rank,” Hochstetter sneered after the duo left. However, he didn’t add anything else to that statement. There was no sense in chancing that he might actually be whipped. “Ze Luftwaffe coddles their prisoners, feeding them precious food that should be in German mouths! Those filthy rats should be glad they are still breathing!” he snarled. “Why do you care what I do with Hogan anyhow? You are in the SS, just like I am. We are supposed to be ruthless!”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz shrugged as he started walking back to his office. "Major, not all of us are wolves like you."

He didn't bother gracing the other parts with argument. If he tried too much, there was always the chance that Hochstetter would complain to Burkhalter. As much as Hogan annoyed him, Franz didn't want the man to be tortured. He figured that getting Hogan out of sight would tame the situation some. He gestured for Hochstetter to follow him. The sooner this was done, the better. He came into his office, nodded to Hilda, and sat down behind his desk before taking out a pad and pen.

"That I have my rank because I am royalty is no matter," Franz said. "I still outrank you. We're going to do this by the book or not at all. Now. Give me the details about this bombing and why you think Hogan did it instead of some Underground agent. After you have given me my report, you will leave and go about your duties as normal. Is that understood, Major?"

Beowulf sat on Franz's shoes and glared at Hochstetter. He was a big dog - bigger than most of the German working dogs - and the wolf showed in his head and jaws. Franz petted his dog absently as he waited.

[Col. R. Hogan]

“Perfectly,” Hochstetter gritted out, shooting the mutt a nasty look. He much preferred Klink, a cowardly idiot who always did whatever he was told. Waffenschmidt wasn’t a man he could bully and that pissed him off. “The building was bombed at approximately 0300 hours this morning. Among other things, pieces of American grenades were found in the wreckage. So I know it was him. But rest assured, Colonel, Wolfgang Hochstetter always catches the criminal he’s after.” He tossed Waffenschmidt a salute and spun on his heel to leave, talking over his shoulder. “I will be back for Hogan once my office building is rebuilt.”

Robert smiled while he dressed himself in a clean uniform. After he pulled on his spare pair of shoes, he left the shower block. He knew he looked good. As always, the shirtless/sex hair combination he currently sported worked well for him. If the colonel had to put up with being a hostage, he was gonna have some fun with it. Maybe then he might get laid. He made his way to the kommandant’s quarters for lunch, wondering if Waffenschmidt swung that way or not. Robert had met a few German officers before that had. They did a few favors for him, he indulged their ‘perverted tastes’ – everyone came out a winner.

“Colonel von Waffenschmidt? You in here?” He pushed open the door and stepped inside. “Beowulf? Where are you, boy?”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz was writing up the report when he heard Hogan's voice. "Come in - I'm just dealing with the Major's report. He seems to have forgotten that we're in a war and hand grenades are plentiful. Besides, I did a bed check at 0300 hours - your men were asleep."

He gestured for Hogan to sit down. "Thank you, corporal. There may be something extra in your pay, though I will have to clear it with the General first."

Beowulf lounged in front of the stove. His head lay on his paws and the big dog seemed to be asleep. There was an extra chair by a little table and someone had already brought a crock of something that smelled like heaven. Franz preferred simple foods to anything elaborate and chose his menu accordingly. This one was a peasant soup with sausage and there was wine to drink. Water, too, if that was what the colonel preferred

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert thanked his lucky stars they'd had to come back early as he scoffed. "That's not too surprising. Hochstetter forgets a lot of things...including the fact I didn't choose to be here. I really wish he'd find a new hobby, though. Having my own personal stalker stopped being flattering after a month or two." He sniffed the air. "Please tell me that's our lunch; it smells delicious!"

He talked to Beowulf as he reached down to scratch him behind his ears. "You, good sir, put up one hell of a fight earlier! Got a pretty impressive howl too. I still gotta brush you, though. Didn’t get a chance to do that before all the excitement happened. Besides, you're a German dog, so you can’t go out looking less than perfect. There's probably some rule against it or something," the colonel snickered. "Trust me, boy, I've been here long enough to know Germany has waaaay more of those than I'd like. Really cramps my style."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz laughed softly and settled down at the table in front of them. "Yes, this is our lunch. And then you could join me for a light nap or maybe a cigarette..."

He cut himself off quickly. Hogan was a prisoner here and it wasn't good to try and force him. Instead, he poured a little white wine and gestured for Hogan to sip it. It wasn't the best - it was from Klink's cellar - but it would do. He smiled when Beowulf got up and wandered over to his food dish. The big dog ate much the same food as Franz did. That was why the dog was so healthy and the other dogs looked rough. Franz could hardly avoid kissing Hogan's hand as he dished up the fragrant stew.

[Col. R. Hogan]

“Wow, I sure hope it tastes as good as it smells,” Robert said.

He sipped on his wine and studied the man. Offering a cigarette was one thing, but joining him for a nap? That was something different altogether...but it sounded promising. Robert hadn’t gotten laid in a long time and von Waffenschmidt was handsome. As men went, he’d seen a lot worse. Had fucked a lot worse too. But Robert Hogan was a giving tree, not a receiving one.

“I wouldn’t mind joining you for a nap. Chasing the big guy over there took a lot out of me,” he answered. He stretched his arms over his head and pushed his chest out a bit, trying to figure out if he was on the right track. The last thing he wanted to do was flirt and find out he’d misjudged the situation. That sort of thing could get a man killed – or worse – in Germany under the current regime. When he finally took the first bite of his stew, however, the moan he let out was genuine. “This is amazing! What is it? More importantly, do you have the recipe for it?”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz ate his own lunch and studied Hogan. "It's just a peasant stew, you understand. There really isn't a set recipe. It's one of those things that you make and simmer it all day."

He hoped Hogan would be willing and pliable. The American was quite fierce in his own way and Franz wanted to get a good look at him. Of course, they would have to be discreet and very quiet. This was the sort of thing that Hochstetter would be looking for and he would use it to kill them. Franz tried not to let his face show his true feelings. He had lost several friends to the regime. One of his old lovers had mysteriously vanished in the middle of the night. Franz looked down at his lunch. He didn't quite feel like he wanted to eat, though he knew he had too.

"If I am making you uncomfortable," he softly said, "you may always use your new quarters. I had thought..." He trailed off and tried to word this correctly. "It has been a very long time since I was in a position of any authority. The last time was in Stalingrad and I had a - a companion with me. He's dead now. Hochstetter's men murdered him on suspicion of treason."

Franz sipped the rest of his wine and hoped Hogan caught the unsaid words.

[Col. R. Hogan]

"German peasants eat a lot better than lower class Americans do then," Robert replied. "My best friend George was in that category. Whenever I was at the store with him, I'd see his mom pick up the strangest things from the store. Turnip tops, celery leaves, half rotted potatoes, things like that. Occasionally, she got a little container of chicken bouillon too. I thought maybe they were buying it for someone's cow or something. Never understood why she always got it from the grocer in the back instead of going to the checker either. It wasn't until I asked my mom about those things that I understood the concept of poverty - or charity. My folks had plenty of money, so it was never something I had to worry about."

He made sure to eat his stew while he was talking. "My mom instructed me to never say anything about it to George's mom. Told me I'd lose my friend because his family would have to move away if anyone knew their secret. I didn't want that...but I did wanna help them in any way I could. So I started leaving foodstuffs over there whenever I visited, but denied everything whenever I was asked about them," the colonel said. "Once I got word George had been KIA, I made sure my paycheck was transferred into his mom's bank account. Not like I can do anything else for her while I'm stuck here. And someone's gotta take care of her in her old age after her husband died. From what my mom told me, a war widow's stipend barely pays the mortage."

Robert shook his head as he drank the rest of his wine. He had his suspicions about what sort of 'companion' Hochstetter's men had murdered, but he wasn’t going to say them out loud. "Uncomfortable, no. I think 'intrigued' might be a better term for it. Too bad uniforms are so uncomfortable to sleep in," he said casually. He leaned forward until he was nearly within kissing distance of von Waffenschmidt. "Hypothetically speaking, what are the odds of you deciding to get naked while we're napping? I run hot and would hate to roast you out."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz brushed a soft kiss across his cheek. "Only if you can manage to sleep beside me in the same manner," he finally said. A soft smile tugged at his lips. "I would imagine that a man of your talents gets quite bored here."

He hardly dared to hope what might come next. Making love to this man would be a dream come true. He offered Hogan a little more wine and made a mental note to have the leftovers delivered to the rest of the men. Franz could always have more of this made. He didn't mind that he was sharing with this American. Hogan was so many things and all of them wild. He studied the man intently and prayed that he hadn't made a fatal mistake.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert's eyes widened after von Waffenschmidt kissed him. So he had been on the right track! That was good to know. There were times when he misjudged situations - it would've been very bad if this had been one of them. He didn't fancy a date with the firing squad. "I think I can accommodate your request. That seems fair enough to me," he replied with a smile. "And yeah, I do get pretty bored here. You will too in time." 

He shook his head, indicating he didn't want any more wine. The colonel was more concerned about possibly getting laid than anything else. He didn't want to push things too far, though. This was a smart man who was also dangerous. Of course, the risk was what made things fun for Robert. "Maybe we could fix that by, uh...entertaining each other. Would you be interested in that?" He looked at the man and bit his lip. "Or do you have a rule against mixing business with pleasure?"

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz shook his head as he guided Hogan to sit in his lap. He didn't know what to tell the man. As much as he enjoyed things of a sexual nature, he didn't know if he had the right to push Hogan into something he might not be ready for yet. After all, they hardly knew each other. They hadn't had the chance to talk about preferences yet, nor did Franz have the chance to work out the logistics. He was going to have to be discreet - very, very, VERY discreet. News traveled fast in any stationary military outpost and this one wasn't going to be any different.

"I don't know you well enough," Franz murmured. He nuzzled the man's neck some and brushed a kiss behind his ear. "I'm not the type to just jump into bed with any willing body. We'll have to learn each other first. Could you handle waiting a bit?"

[Col. R. Hogan]

A disappointed expression appeared on Robert's face. Although he could understand that logic, it didn't mean he had to like it. He did like the way things were going so far, though. Life in a prison camp was bleak. His occasional trysts with German officers were the only time he was able to be with a man, and even then, they were only one or two night affairs. He shifted his weight some so he could get comfortable against von Waffenschmidt's lean body. 

"Yeah. I just...it's been a long time for me," Robert admitted. He shivered slightly as his neck was nuzzled. That had always been one of his hot spots. He pressed a light kiss against von Waffenschmidt's cheek, wondering whether or not the man had noticed his reaction. "Learn each other? You mean discuss our likes, dislikes, etcetera?"

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"Yes," Franz murmured. He wrapped his arms around Hogan's waist and nuzzled him. "I'm not the type to just throw myself into bed with anyone, you know. Not only is it a good way to get shot, it's a lovely way to have your heart broken."

Going by the way his voice sounded, he spoke from experience. Franz nuzzled Hogan and let his lips ghost over soft skin. Hogan carried a scent to him, the scent of clean earth and hard work. A small smile tugged at Franz's lips. If he wasn't mistaken, someone had been digging. His long, slender fingers covered Hogan's and played out over cracked nails. This man was smart, alright. Franz would give him more than what he bargained for. If he kept Hogan tired enough, the man would lose interest in digging. Franz didn't have a taste for discipline applied with whips, after all.

"Go tell your men that you're going to rest for a bit," Franz softly ordered. He cupped Hogan's cheek with his free hand. "That you had a little too much wine for lunch and you can't trust yourself to think."

[Col. R. Hogan]

"Fair enough. I - mmm," Robert groaned. He hadn’t meant to let that slip out...he really hadn't. But he was enjoying himself too much to care. The man seemed to be the affectionate type too, which added to the appeal. Robert liked cuddling.

"Alright," he replied, reluctantly sliding off of the von Waffenschmidt's lap. "They should buy that excuse; I haven’t gotten too much sleep lately. I'll be back as soon as I can."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz let himself draw back and clicked his tongue to get Beowulf's attention. The big dog ambled towards Hogan and sat beside him. Franz nodded.

"My dog would like being with your men," he softly said. "Let them play with him and give him some exercise. It's not good for him to be cooped up with me all the time. I'll have the bed prepared for us, of course. Clean linens, a fire, and plenty of pillows for us both. Does that sound good?"

[Col. R. Hogan]

"All of that sounds perfect to me," the colonel replied. "In the meantime, this handsome guy right here can go have fun with 900 POWs. Let's hope he doesn't decide not to come back - I don't think the camp roster has any openings for new prisoners at the moment." He chuckled and turned to the dog. "Come on, Beowulf. Let's go find you some free entertainment!"

Robert supposed if he was going to have a conversation about sex, it'd be better to do so in a warm bed with plenty of pillows. It beat the alternative of a bare mattress in a damp room any day. Out of all things he'd questioned in his life, 95% of them had happened since he'd been shot down. That wasn't exactly a reassuring thought. Neither was the prospect of getting caught sleeping with the enemy, one who was a member of the SS to boot. He wanted to survive this war. Therefore, he appreciated von Waffenschmidt thinking ahead about everything.