A New Job - Pt 2 (Explicit)

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz waved Hogan off and watched as he took his dog. Beowulf never had the temperament for guard or bite work. Most wolf dogs didn't - they were just too skittish. Really, only his size was what intimidated others. Franz highly doubted he would bite Hochstetter if he ever got the chance. After Hogan was gone, he stood up and slipped into his quarters. Klink's rooms were rather bare, but they would do. He built a nice fire in the hearth to fill the room with warmth, added a few more blankets and pillows to the already made bed, and waited. Hogan would be back soon, he just knew it.

A small smile played at Franz's lips. Hogan might have been smart, but Franz liked to think he was smarter.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert walked back to the kommandant's quarters after dropping off the dog with his men, who been eager to play with him. It still suprised him how well Beowulf obeyed commands. Sit, stay, heel...even the tongue clicking thing. All of the ones he'd met in the U.S. didn't listen worth a damn. Yeah, he was definitely gonna miss that dog once the two months was up. Possibly von Waffenschmidt too...the jury was still out on that one.

The colonel entered the building and closed the door behind him. What all von Waffenschmidt planned to do - if anything - other than talk, he didn't know. But Robert wasn't opposed to finding out. He was, however, pleasantly surprised to discover the man had kept his word. He stepped into the master bedroom and shut the door, shivering through the thin shirt he'd put on.

"It feels great in here. Smells great too; whatever cologne or aftershave you use is a keeper," he commented. He sat down next to von Waffenschmidt and nuzzled him. "So...likes and dislikes. To be honest, I really don't know where to start. That's not a question I've ever been asked before." Robert brushed a kiss across his lips. "Hell, I don’t even know what you wanna be called when we're alone."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz nuzzled his neck the way he knew Hogan liked and he quietly shared the kiss. "Call me Franz," he murmured. "It's my given name and I would like to do away with any formalities here. If you agree, I would like to call you Robert."

Truth to be told, Franz didn't expect this man to be pliant. He was too American and half feral from being cooped up here. His own tastes ran to giving a gentle pleasure, not rough domination, but he didn't like to take it from anyone. He had the feeling the American was the same way. Franz gently tugged Hogan down on the bed spread and propped his head up on a soft pillow. Then, he gently undid the man's jacket and shirt, splaying his warm, rough hand across an all too thin chest.

"They aren't feeding you enough," Franz mused. "I'll have to remedy that. I don't like any men under my command being this thin."

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert let out a happy sigh as his neck was nuzzled. Clearly, von Waffenschmidt had noticed he liked that, because he kept doing it. Robert didn't mind, though. At least the man had a gentle touch. Treated him like a human being too, which was another point in his favor. Robert had no objections to any of that.

"I think that's fair...Franz. If I can use your first name, you can use mine," he replied. "Regarding the food thing, I get a average portion. But I don't eat much of it. I've always got one or more sick men who need the food more than I do. So I eat just enough to stay alive, then give the rest to them."

He allowed himself to be pushed down on the bed and touched. Robert wanted to touch him back, though. He fisted his hand in Franz's hair and gently pulled him in for a kiss. Those lips were practically begging for it. He shifted some, allowing Franz better access to his body while he pulled Franz's shirt free from his pants. 

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz allowed him to do that. He was lean underneath his clothing and his body was crisscrossed in light scars. Many of them came from fighting or shrapnel, but there were two on his chest - one just above his heart - that could only come from a bullet. Franz allowed Robert to touch him and busied himself with learning the shape of this man's body. He could feel Robert's ribs, which he truly didn't like, and he only just kept himself from saying something he might regret later. Robert seemed to shiver under his touch. Franz murmured soft praise to him in German, not expecting him to understand, and watched the man's dark eyes intently.

"You need to eat," Franz murmured. His hands almost lingered over bony hips and even bonier ribs. "I'll see if I can put some condition on you, then."

Even if it was only for selfish reasons - Franz did not want to be cuddling a sack of old horse bones.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert finally managed to get Franz's shirt and uniform jacket off of him. He sucked in a sharp breath when he saw all of the scars. It wasn’t like he didn't have plenty of his own, though. His "interrogation" by the Gestapo had covered his torso and back with whip scars. The only good thing about the deepest scar was that it distorted the SS runes he'd been branded with over his heart. If he survived this war, he was definitely getting some kind of tattoo over that. He shook away the unpleasant memories and kissed the bullet scar over Franz's heart. 

"So beautiful," Robert murmured. He ran a fingertip over some of the other scars, barely registering what was being said to him in German. Then he looked up into Franz's blue eyes. "I like scars; they show you survived whatever caused them. And I wanna see more of your body, Franz. You told me you'd get naked." He flashed the man a teasing smile. "This time, I'm perfectly fine with seeing your ass. The glimpse I got before was pretty nice."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz kissed his lips and obliged the man. He was well built, mostly lean muscle that was accustomed to working and riding. Franz liked to keep active. He didn't want to be the sort of officer who sat behind a desk all day and let others do his duties. He tried a few more of Hogan's marks, trying to parse out what they meant. Not all of those came from fighting or being shot down. He had been whipped - repeatedly, too. Franz gritted his teeth as he pulled Hogan into his arms. Germany had a lot to answer for, especially when it came to the treatment of these prisoners.

"Yes, I had been back from Stalingrad for all of ten hours then," Franz said. "I wanted a bath, a shave, and a cigarette. In that order. A soft bed with sheets was also a plus, but I soon found myself burning up. You wouldn't understand how cold it is up there. Far colder than this place. Your body gets used to it. I think Klink was trying to be kind, but sweat was dripping off my body seconds after I lay down. That was why the fire was out."

He cupped Hogan's cheek and kissed him deeply. "If you had touched my skin, you would have thought I had a vicious fever."

[Col. R. Hogan]

"I remember you showing up with Marya that day. Trust me, I took great pleasure in seeing her harass Klink for a change," Robert said. "I can understand why you were hot, though. Temperature adjustment is a real bitch. I'm from a fairly cold part of the US, but it's nothing compared to Germany. When I saw you slept naked, it was very tempting to do this."

He brushed his hand along Franz's cock before he stood up. Once Robert was naked too, he crawled back onto the bed. He eyed Franz's naked body and licked his lips. Seeing the man that way put thoughts into his head that made him hard. Robert was circumcised and kept himself trimmed - a man never knew when they might be lucky enough to get a blow job. The rest of his body was thin, although it was easy to see where he'd once had more muscle. A broad torso tapered down to a narrow waist and muscular legs. Robert had been an active man before the war, but his missions took it to a new level. Fleeing from the Gestapo on a regular basis tended to do that.

"We can put out the fire if you promise to keep me warm," he offered. He rolled on top of Franz and straddled his hips. After grabbing his wrists, Robert leaned down to kiss him. "Might be a lot of fun. I get the feeling you're a creative kind of guy."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz pushed him off and gave him a long look. "What part of "let's find out what we like and take this slow" do you not understand? You're an attractive man, you truly are, but I'm not quite in the mood yet. I'm older than you, for one. Give me a little time and then I can tire out that young ass of yours."

So American men were cut. Franz prayed that no one would take off his pants and ask why. That might be enough cause for Robert to be sent away, especially if he kept annoying Major Hochstetter. Franz kissed the man to quiet his own nerves. He didn't want to let go of this man, not now or ever. He nuzzled the man a little bit, just to keep him aroused, and wrapped his narrow fingers around Robert's cock. He wanted to tease this man - not settle him - and this was probably the best way to do that.

"You spend more time on personal grooming than I do," Franz teased. His hand roamed and he cupped Robert's ass with his free hand. "What do you want from me, darling?"

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert thought about protesting when Franz pushed him back onto the bed. Protesting was, in his opinion, an art form. One had to be good at it if they wanted results. He opened his mouth to do exactly that, but was kissed before he could utter a word. Being played with didn't help his thought process any. He thrust his hips forward a little bit, enjoying the feel of a hand that wasn't his own touching his cock.

"I like to be considerate of my partners. Never met anyone yet who wanted to floss their teeth while they were sucking me off," Robert said with a shrug. He gently nipped at Franz's neck. "I want more of what you're doing, for one. Wanna fuck you too. I promise I'll be gentle...unless you like it rough, of course. I personally wouldn't mind a little kink, but that's just me. What sort of things do you like, though? Anything interesting?"

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz laughed softly and gently pressed Robert against the bed as he played with the man. "My dear colonel, if you think I'm going to take it from any man, well..."

He gave Robert a wicked grin and nipped right over his pulse point. Maybe getting into bed with a younger man wasn't his best idea. But it was good to know that Robert didn't seem to want anything rough right now. Franz hummed quietly as he nipped kisses down Robert's chest. He made sure to keep everything below the collar where it wouldn't be seen. He didn't want his lover to get shot, after all. He did something wicked with his fingers, watching Robert intently to see if he liked it or not.

"I like to make love," Franz murmured. His voice was a harsh rasp and he couldn't help but nip and nuzzle Robert more. "I like to leave my partners wrung out and panting for something only I can give."

[Col. R. Hogan]

"We have an issue then, 'cause I don't bottom either," Robert replied. "Not after the one time I was forced to do it by the asshole that branded me. Rough sex and no lotion aren't a good mix, especially for someone who'd never received it before."

He squirmed under Franz's touch. Everything felt good so far, from the gentle nips to the strokes. Having a lover was rare in a POW camp - having a male one was nearly impossible. Most men didn't advertise their preferences for obvious reasons, so if you wanted one, you had to be observant. Had to be tactful and discreet too. He gasped when Franz did the thing with his fingers, enjoying the sensations that wracked his body. Robert wondered where the man had learned that trick. He mimicked the motions back as best as he could, trying to get a feel for Franz's likes and dislikes.

"Making love sounds like fun too. I like giving pleasure," he gasped. Goddammit, those nuzzles were gonna cause him to embarrass himself if they continued. "How...how good is your endurance level?"

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"Probably as good as yours right now," Franz teased. He stopped touching Robert and gave the man another one of his crooked smiles. Then he sighed. "I don't... I don't know if I've ever taken it before. What happened to you is a crime against nature, by the way. It's not - it's not supposed to be like that. But may I touch you there? Show you something I don't think you know about?"

What had happened to Robert was nothing short of rape. Franz did know of something that might change the man's mind, though. He nuzzled Robert's neck again and used his free hand to gently stroke the man's pert nipples. He loved how responsive this man was. He loved watching the colors Robert's skin changed as he took the pleasure.

[Col. R. Hogan]

"Good to know," Robert replied. He studied Franz intently while he considered the question. To anybody else, he would've already said no and been done with it. But he trusted this man - to some degree, anyhow - or he wouldn't even be in here. Franz had been nothing but gentle with him so far. As a bonus, he was good with his hands. 

"Yeah, go ahead. I appreciate you asking first," Robert finally said. He moaned slightly, leaning into the hand touching his nipples. It felt nice and he wanted more. "Don't stop what you're doing, though. It feels great."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz smiled a little and sat up. He rummaged through one of his small bags and came up with an alabaster jar full of thin, sweet smelling liquid. He let Robert see it, just so he could get an idea of what was going to go inside his body, and warmed it on his hands before he gently turned Robert on his belly. He rested his hands over the man's hips, letting him get an idea of what he was doing, and gently pushed one slick finger inside of the man. Franz nipped his back as he searched for a spot that would make Robert see stars. Every man had one. The question was just finding it.

Franz grinned when he felt a spongy little bump and added another finger before he teased it. This was going to be good.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert was slightly nervous as he was rolled onto his belly. Having his ass in the air like this seemed like a vulnerable position, not to mention a slightly humiliating one. There was more than one reason he was always the top. He sucked in a sharp breath, doing his best not to clench as Franz slid a finger into him. The light nips were a great distraction...until something else happened. Stars filled his vision as pleasure swept through his body.

"Aah! What are you doing to me?" Robert whimpered. He clawed at the bed, unintentionally sticking his ass higher in the air for better access. "Oh fuck, oh fuck...please!"

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz kept at it and watched. He was right to assume Robert hadn't done this before. He kept up the gentle pressure, watching as the other man came undone. It would do good to be gentle. He used one hand to keep Robert mostly pressed against the bed. The last thing he wanted was to get kicked in the jaw. A wicked grin crossed his face when he pressed his fingers down just a little harder. He could help but nip over that soft skin even as he fingered the younger man. Maybe getting Robert to take it wouldn't be so hard once he realized how good it could feel.

"You're a foul mouthed little thing," Franz purred. "Maybe I should have done this with you the first time you woke me."

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert moaned and writhed as best as he could while being held down. He still didn't know what Franz was doing to cause such pleasure, but it really didn't matter right now. All he knew was that this was an experience he wanted to repeat. Robert kicked his feet against the mattress, doing a rather good impression of flippers. He didn't have to see the man to know he enjoyed the show he was getting - the amusement was evident in Franz's voice. Not that Robert cared, of course. He was more concerned about getting off.

"If you had, I would've woken you up every damned day," Robert gasped. He whined and arched his back when the pressure inside him increased. "Holy shit! Franz, I wanna...you know. Please!"

Despite Robert's reputation as a playboy, he still had trouble talking about some things without blushing. One of those was the subject of an orgasm (or any words directly related to it) due to his Catholic upbringing. When he did discuss them, he used crude terms to hide his discomfort. He wondered if Franz had noticed that. It was possible; that man was smart. If so, he half-hoped Franz wouldn't do anything with the information. The side he normally kept buried welcomed the chance to submit, to let someone else take charge for once. That part liked the idea of having his weaknesses used against him in exchange for a climax. The question was, how did he explain that without coming off as a freak?

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"Come for me, darling," Franz purred. He made sure to keep his weight on Robert's back, mostly to keep himself from getting kicked. "Let me hear you, please."

That last bit was dangerous. Sure, the walls weren't paper thin, but it wasn't an isolated manor in the middle of the Black Forest, either. They could be heard. Yet Franz didn't care about that. Nor did he care about his own pleasure. He just murmured things in German, hoping that Robert understood the sweet praise that they were. He also didn't doubt that the man really would have woken him up. Robert seemed to be the demanding sort. Franz's cock, neglected as it was, ached. He shifted around so he wasn't as uncomfortable and, in the process, brushed his hard cock against Robert's thigh.

Franz nuzzled him. "Darling," he managed, "I think I'm not going to last very long, watching you like this..."

[Col. R. Hogan]

"Fuck, fuck, fu - Franz!" Robert moaned. "Franz!"

He frantically thrust against the bedding, his body shaking and spasmming. Stars blinded him while he came. He didn't think he'd ever felt pleasure so intense in his entire life. The moment he felt Franz's cock touch him, though, Robert bucked him off. Before he could overthink things, he turned around and took the man into his mouth. Two could play this game. He sucked, running his tongue over that special spot under the tip. His mouth was good at a lot more than just talking. He rolled his upwards to look at Franz, trying to judge if he liked it or not.