A New Job - Pt 2 (Explicit)

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz shrugged as he slipped into the tub. "I thought I would ask, though I was expecting this. Congratulations - you have more honor than my first commanding officer. You're getting clothing regardless of that - my only request is that you not slip a knife between my ribs. My, ahh, dagger has been within your reach this entire time, as were my service pistol, ammunition, and a rather sharp letter opener. Those are going to be stashed in my safe, by the way. So you aren't tempted."

Franz wasn't kidding. He normally wasn't this careless, but he had been caught up in the passion this man brought. Robert was something else. He sat behind the man and passed him a small, blue glass container. His shampoo smelled like mint and other herbs, and the body soap smelled of honey. All of this came from his manor. It was milk soak and it would leave soft, smooth hair and skin behind it. Franz carefully washed Robert's body. His hands were gentle, kind almost, and he made no move to protest when Robert moved.

He didn't want to put this man in danger. Already, he was doing it by showing this much favoritism. If this had been before - the Great War, perhaps - no one would have batted an eye. Homosexuality might not have been accepted, but it wasn't actively persecuted like it was now. Franz knew what awaited him if he was found out. If that happened, he would shoot Robert and then himself. Franz wouldn't let the animals that made up so much of his branch get their filthy hands on him. Death would be a mercy. The bitter sort, but a mercy.

"Your men," Franz slowly said, "what would they do if we were found out by them? As much as you enjoy these comforts, I don't want to expose this. It may not be safe for you to do much more than spend nights here. I'm already pushing it with you sharing my meals and new clothing."

[Col. R. Hogan]

"Ooookay. That's...that's an awful lot of weapons to bring if you're only taking a bath," Robert replied in a wary voice. Hopefully, that announcement wasn't Franz's way of saying he would be murdered in the bathtub at some point. He made a mental note where the weapons would be located at. Not because he wanted to harm Franz - the man had been nothing but kind to him so far. He was more concerned about defending himself if the need arose.

"I'd rather not do that. Then I'd have to hide your body pretty fast and come up with an excuse to explain your disappearance. It would be a logistical nightmare, especially once it was found," Robert said. "I try to look a man in the eye when I kill him if at all possible. Figure if I don't have the balls to do that, I don't have the right to take his life either. Should you decide to bump me off, I'd appreciate the same courtesy. A chance to defend myself would be nice too."

He sighed. "I...I prefer for any lives I take to be on my conscience. It's my way of ensuring I don't become numb to killing. Life is precious and shouldn't be taken for granted. When people forget that, wars break out every time. And I hate it. I don't understand how we as humans can be so civilized but can't figure out how to get along."

Robert fell silent and washed his hair while Franz bathed him. The scents of everything were heavenly. He liked the smell of mint the best; it reminded him of Christmas. It had been too long since he'd used anything but bar soap. That stuff made his hair feel like straw. He turned around so he could wash Franz's hair too, mostly because he wanted an excuse to run his hands through those blond strands.

"A few would probably be offended I was sleeping with an SS officer, but other than that, they wouldn't care," Robert replied. "Don’t get me wrong...none of our militaries accept homosexuality. It'd be an automatic court-martial and dishonorable discharge if the brass knew what some of us do, but they don't. We're prisoners and we still have needs. All of us understand whatever sexual arrangements we might have with each other end - or should end - once the war itself does." He shrugged. "Hell, they probably assume I'm sleeping with Klink to get favors from him...which I'm definitely not. I have standards. Either way, I can stay if you'll take me - I mean, have me."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz caught Robert's lips in a soft kiss. "I would be delighted to do either one," he murmured. He touched Robert's back and smiled wryly. "I'm going to miss you, you know. Two months doesn't seem like it's going to be long enough."

He had another thirty minutes before he showed himself, he thought. These were private quarters - no one was going to come bursting in here. Also, hopefully, Robert wouldn't notice the dagger that Franz nearly always kept on himself. He had his enemies. Marya was one of them and Hochstetter was another. Franz almost purred when Robert washed his hair. He missed sweet, gentle touches. He felt so lonely and isolated now - there was no one to share his bed, nor was there anyone for him to laze about with. Maybe this would change things. Maybe, just maybe, he would get to keep this one with him.

The warm water - and the handsome man in his arms - relaxed him more than he had been in some time. Franz held Robert close to him and busied himself with sucking a mark below the collarbone. It wouldn't show unless the man was in the habit of going naked. Some part of Franz wanted nothing more than to leave his marks on Robert. Even if no one could see it. On a whim, he cupped the man's ass again and rubbed his finger around that sensitive rim. There truly was no better place to make a mess of this nature than in the tub.

"This may be a bit intense," Franz murmured. His voice was harsh. "Stroking you before does make it a little less likely to blind you for a minute."

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert smiled sheepishly. He hadn’t meant to slip up like that, but he supposed it didn't matter. "Honestly? I'm gonna miss you too, Franz. I wish I could keep you here with me on a permanent basis. But your superiors wouldn't allow that...would they? I mean, you're not in the Luftwaffe."

A shiver of anticipation ran through him as Franz cupped his ass. He wanted more of what he'd gotten a taste of earlier. That pleasure had nearly blown his mind. When those slender fingers touched the rim of his hole, he let out a shuddery breath. Robert didn't know how they were going to do much in a tub - the two of them took up nearly all of the available room. He wasn't going to question his good luck, though.

"That's fine. I already experienced this with you stroking me first, so now I wanna see what it's like with no kind of foreplay," he replied. He instinctively spread his legs some. His subconscious desire to be fucked didn't register right away. Neither did how this probably looked to Franz. Robert flushed a bit and looked away once it did, although he didn’t close his legs. He wanted to see what would happen.

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

He was still slick enough inside that they wouldn't need more oil. Franz kissed him gently when he pushed one finger inside. This American was needy. He didn't know the last time he had been properly settled. He found that little knot again and started stroking it. Franz wanted nothing more than to ease Robert into it, so he forced himself to not touch the rest of that lean, gorgeous body. Franz pushed down a little harder. The tight space forced Robert to lean himself against the older man and to make himself vulnerable. Franz made sure not to hold him down as he stroked.

After a few minutes, he added a second finger and then a third. Robert wasn't slick enough to take much more than that and Franz wanted this to be nothing but pleasure for the man. He twisted his fingers some, exploring the man's tight inner walls. Franz groaned when he thought about what fucking this man would be like. He was tight - tight enough that the first time might be bordering on painful for both of them. Their cocks rubbed together as both men started to move. The fantasy of watching Robert slide down his cock started to take over. Franz couldn't stop himself from murmuring filthy words in German.

"That's right," he growled. "Go on - you can take it."

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert cried out in pleasure as that magical spot was rubbed. He dearly wished he'd known about it before now. To be fair, though, most of the prisoners saw their colonel as a ladies' man. It made sense that nobody had bothered to tell him about it. He leaned against Franz, the vulernable position spreading him open even more. His breath caught as the man did something wicked with his fingers. If this was what bottoming was like, he decided he needed to do it more often.

"Oh God, just like that. Don't stop," Robert moaned. Stars kept blinding him while he frantically humped Franz's hand. He reached between them, searching for the man's cock, and began stroking it. "Fuck me, that's good. More!"

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz kissed him, hard and fierce. All he could do was groan into the pleasure. It was almost enough to make him stop stroking Robert. The man seemed frantic almost and likely didn't understand that it would take a little more effort to get himself off like this. The man seemed wild with it, desperate. Franz tried to keep him on the edge. He wanted this to last as long as long as it could for the man. Robert seemed to need him in some way and Franz found that intoxicating.

He caught Robert's hand and stilled his fingers. "Stop stroking my cock and I will fuck you. For real."

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert wanted to curse when the pleasure abruptly stopped. It had felt marvelous - he didn’t understand why Franz would tease him, only to stop once things got good. His eyes widened when the offer was made and he quickly nodded. He wanted to accept before his fears made themselves known again. If anyone could make this pleasurable for him, it would be the man in front of him.

"Alright," he rasped. Robert let go of it and carefully stood up. "Can we do this in the bedroom, though? I'm kind of cramped in here and you probably are too. Also, I'd like to be as comfortable as possible for my...my first time."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz nodded. This was going to take longer than he probably had time for, but this was the right time. He helped Robert into the bedroom and got him to lie down. Then he took the oil and slicked Robert up more than he needed. He was almost dripping with oil by the time Franz was done. Then he lay Robert back on the bed and put a small pillow under his hips. He slicked up his own cock and parted the man's legs before slipping inside. He made sure to go slow, letting the man get used to his cock before he started to move.

Franz wasn't thick - his cock was just as long and slender as the rest of him - and he groaned when he was all the way in. Robert was so tight and hot around him. He kissed the man gently, watching for any kind of discomfort. He didn't want to throw this - a man's first time set the tone for every other encounter he had afterwards. Franz panted softly and his hips shuddered with the urge to thrust into him.

"Is everything good?" Franz softly asked. His voice was strained and rough. "Let me know if you start aching in a way that doesn't feel good."

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert allowed himself to be propped up on the pillow. All of the oil, while probably considered overkill, was still appreciated. He watched Franz like a hawk as he slicked up his cock, searching for any sign that he might turn sadistic. Robert had heard of that happening with some people. He was very grateful the man wasn't thick. If he had been, this would have hurt in a big way. Instead, all he felt was a sense of fullness.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's perfect. I feel great," he said in surprise. He nipped Franz just below his collarbone. "I'll be sure to let you know. Now can you fuck me, please? I wanna feel you hit my magic spot with your cock."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz laughed softly and started thrusting. It took some feeling around, but soon he watched as Robert seemed to melt under his body. He made sure to go nice and slow until the man was adjusted. As much as he wanted to start pounding him, Franz knew he had to ensure that Robert was feeling good. This was more about Robert's pleasure than it was his - first times were always like that. Franz rolled his hips a little faster now and started thrusting against that spot in earnest. He held on to the man, only barely swallowing his groans.

Robert trusted him enough to let him thrust into his most intimate of spots. Franz wasn't going to waste this or mess it up. Once he found the place that made Robert groan in pleasure, he focused on that one spot and kept up the pace. He grunted some, his body starting to show the strain of it. He was older than Robert and he was out of practice. His stamina wasn't what it once was, so he hoped he could get Hogan off before he himself came.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert had never expected to willingly bottom for anyone, let alone a German officer. Not after being forced to do so by Untersturmführer Hoffmann. The colonel pushed those memories away and focused on his lover. The one who, if he had his way, he planned on keeping around for a long time. Robert enjoyed their banter...and the fringe benefits too. He greatly appreciated how Franz was considerate of his needs, allowing him time to adjust before moving faster. His eyes rolled back in his head as his magic spot was repeatedly hit. Franz had been right; it felt so much better with a cock than with fingers. Robert wrapped his legs around the man and moaned.

"Fuck, I...yessss. Give it to me," he pleaded. This was quickly turning out to be the best day he'd had in a long time. The sound of Franz's grunts quickly drew Robert's attention, though. He hadn't been doing that before. "Is there - mmmm - any way I can be on top? I want more, and - ooh! Look, you get the idea." 

Or so Robert hoped, anyhow. He had struggled to get his words out and wasn't sure if his message had been conveyed properly. It was hard to think when his body was being flooded with pleasure. He just prayed he hadn’t offended Franz in some way. If Robert could manage to ride him, he could set the pace, go faster if he wanted to...which he did. He wanted to sit atop of Franz and slowly slide down his cock, then go back up and do it again a few times. The idea sounded like a fun one to him. He wondered if Franz would like that or not. If nothing else, it would give the man a chance to catch his breath.

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz paused and lowered his head. "That..." he started, "might be a better idea. You are a lovely man, but my stamina is shot to hell. I haven't done this in some time."

That wasn't an understatement. Franz pulled out, noting the way Robert looked, and rolled over. He was still hard as a rock and knew Robert would want this. He smiled softly as he stared at the man. Robert really was perfect. Fate had dropped this man in his lap not once but twice. Clearly, they were meant to be. Franz had never put much faith into chance and fortune tellers before, but now he knew why men did. There was something uncanny about this - like some greater force had pulled them together once again.

Once Robert was settled, Franz rested his hands on the man's hips. He was still thin, like he hadn't eaten well in a long time, and Franz wanted nothing more than to taste every inch of his skin. When they had time, he was going to do just that. He sprawled back and gave Robert a half cocked smile. It was the same smirk that had gotten him out of and into trouble so many times before.

[Col. R. Hogan]

"It's okay. I'll help you build your stamina back up again in no time," Robert replied. He pressed a soft kiss to Franz's lips. "That's nothing to be embarrassed about. Can't exactly keep a skill honed if you don't practice it, you know."

Finding the perfect position to straddle Franz was easier said than done. He knew women did some weird thing where they bounced like a frog, but he wasn't that limber. Nor did he feel like giving himself a leg cramp. Robert positioned himself so his knees were on either side of the man, then lowered himself onto Franz's hard cock. He groaned happily when it slid inside his slick hole. He lifted up a few times, almost to the top, only to slide back down each time. Part of it was to find his rhythm - the other was to discover where his magic spot was. Teasing his lover was merely an added bonus.

"How's this work for ya?" Robert asked, clenching his ass muscles while he slid down onto Franz's cock yet again. The sudden pleasure made him gasp. "Holy shit! I...I think I found my spot! Is it supposed to feel kind of spongy? Like it gives a little when I press against it?"

Robert repeated his last movement action without clenching and discovered it had the same effect. A pleased expression immediately crossed his face. It didn’t take long for him to figure out a slow rhythm, although it quickly sped up as he got more comfortable with it. Soon he was frantically bouncing up and down, alternating between moaning, begging for more and whimpering. Why he was begging when he was the one setting the pace, he didn’t know. But he was. He didn't care if he was making a spectacle of himself, though. Let Franz enjoy the show - Robert was gonna enjoy getting laid. It was something he planned on doing a lot more of with this man in the future. 

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz watched him in awe. This was so much easier when Robert did all of the work for him. The man clearly wanted more than what he had been able to give. Franz caught every inch of skin he could in a hot kiss. Robert's skin flushed in the most beautiful of ways. He made sounds that Franz could have only dreamed of. He soon gave up trying to roll his hips to meet the man - that just wasn't going to work. His heart almost fluttered in his chest as he watched this man. Robert seemed so beautiful like this, so natural. He wore pleasure like a robe - a robe that felt natural to him.

Franz watched him. He wanted to kiss this man, make slow love to him, but that just wasn't in the cards for him. Robert was young enough that he wanted pleasure and he wanted it now. Franz groaned when Robert's tight, hot walls gripped him. He had forgotten how good this felt. The tug of it, the way their bodies met, and the way everything seemed to sing. For a second, Tobias' name fluttered to his lips. He swallowed it just in time. The last thing he needed to do was call his lover by the wrong name. That would ruin everything, he feared.

"Robert," he rasped. Pleasure was slowly coiling in him and he heard himself whine. "I - I think I'm close. I'm - I'm not going to last -"

He felt his body like to arch like he always did when he was close. Franz just hoped Robert was ready.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert panted heavily. Bouncing like this took a lot more work than he’d anticipated. Still, he thought the effort was definitely worth it. Wave after wave of pleasure hit him as he repeatedly pressed his new favorite body part. He thought he might need another nap after this. On the bright side, the colonel understood why Franz hadn’t been able to keep up now. The man was a bit older and likely didn’t get too many chances for nookie. His kisses were nice, though. So were the sounds he made. Turnabout was fair play, after all.

“Okay. I’m…I’m close too,” Robert gasped. He jerked his cock, wanting to get himself off before he ran out of energy. Then he looked down at Franz with a wicked smile. “Come for me, Franz. I wanna…wanna hear you say my name.”

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz was almost beyond words. He let out a wordless cry that might have been a strangled version of Robert's name as he came. This time, he was the one seeing white and he blindly reached out for the other man. He pressed his body close to Robert's and wrapped his hand around the man's cock. His hands were rough, like he had been working, and he stroked the man to completion. He didn't care that Robert came all over him or that their bodies were going to stick together. He just reached for the other man and held him close.

He needed a rest. Franz wasn't quite sure how long he stayed like that, holding the other man close to him and not letting go. Sweat cooled his overheated skin. THey were going to need another wash - a shower this time. He curled up close to Robert and started speaking in German.

"You even look like him, you know. You have his eyes and the way he smiles. When I first saw you, I thought you were him and... maybe that's why I reacted the way I did." Franz kissed Robert's cheek and looked away. "I'll keep you safe, darling. Safer than I could keep him, anyways." Then he switched back to English and smiled gently. "How was your first time, darling?"

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert allowed himself to be pulled into Franz's arms with a satisfied sigh. His hole was probably going to be tender later, but that was a problem for future Robert. For now, he was too busy enjoying the afterglow. He was a tactile person and enjoyed being touched. Enjoyed touching others too, both in platonic and non-platonic ways. It showed every time he rested a hand on LeBeau's arm or threw an arm around Newkirk's shoulders. Lack of affection was a very real issue in a POW camp, so he soaked it up wherever he could get it.

The colonel studied Franz while he was speaking. He wasn’t offended about having his looks compared to another man's - it was said everyone had a twin. No, what bothered him was the implication Franz only liked him because he looked like someone else, presumably an old lover. That made sense. It hurt, but it still made sense.

"It was great. Better than I'd expected, actually. Maybe I should find a way to get rid of Klink and keep you here instead," Robert replied, his tone only half teasing. His voice turned serious. "Do you only like me because I remind you of your dead companion then? 'Cause I don't think I can compete with a ghost. And if that's the case, I'd appreciate it if you told me now so I know where I stand. That should prevent any possible feelings of, um, attachment from popping up down the road if this is just an affair to you. Still appreciate you wanting to keep me safe, though."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz winced. "You... understand German. Fuck. I did not want... No, I do appreciate that you look a little like him because I do have a type. I think that's what it's called, anyways. You don't act like him. I'm... I'm very fond of you, in your own right, but I do miss him. He... He was my first, you understand, and my only for over a decade. It takes some time for feelings like that to fade. Forgive me if I offended you."

He sighed as he held the man. The similarities between Tobias and Robert only went skin deep. But he had thought he had seen the man, half wreathed in shadows as he was. Any man would have panicked if they thought they had seen a ghost. He blinked back tears as he held the man. Staying at Stalag 13 was an interesting idea. It would keep him away from the Front and give him a nice base of operations. All he did was gather information, sure, but he did need a place to lay low for a little bit. He petted Robert's hair as he thought.

"As for staying here, I'm not opposed to the idea," he finally said, "but we will have to do something about Klink. I don't think that he would be keen to give up command, especially to a man like me."

[Col. R. Hogan]

"If that's the case, then no. You didn’t offend me. But thank you for telling me the truth, Franz. I appreciate it," Robert said softly. "Regarding me speaking German, I like to know what's being said around me. Forewarned is forewarned. With stalkers like Hochstetter around, I need all the warning I can get. That kraut - and I mean Nazi when I use the term, not German - is crazy."

He bit his lip when a memory popped up. "The day I was shot down for the last time, being able to negotiate in your language kept my crew and I alive. The SS patrol that caught us wanted information. I still don't know if it's because I'm a full colonel or not, but they seemed really interested in me. More than an enemy usually is. So I...I made a deal with their leader. If they would immediately take the rest of my crew to Dulag Luft and turn them over to the Luftwaffe, I would let them interrogate me instead. Said I would willingly spend an extra day with them for each man on my crew too. By willingly, I mean I wouldn't try to escape until the time frame had passed. Untersturmführer Hoffmann was so suprised he said yes."

The colonel paused for breath. "I'm sure the idea of having me there for a grand total of two weeks was probably what swayed him, as did the fact what was left of my crew were all enlisted men. I wasn’t thrilled about the idea, of course, but I...I had to protect them the only way I could. Had to pray what I'd heard about Göring saying all flyers share a brotherhood was true. I insisted on witnessing the complete transfer of all my men as a show of good faith before we went back to headquarters, though. My gut told me I couldn't trust Hoffmann as far as I could throw him." Robert swallowed hard. "I soon found out why - he planned to repeatedly torture and fuck me as he saw fit for his own entertainment. He's the one who branded me, who...who..."

He broke down and cried in Franz's arms for a little while. It felt good to tell his story and not be judged. In front of his men, he always had to be strong. But here, in the comfort of his lover's arms, he could talk about the terrors that plagued his nightmares. That alone was invaluable. Robert pulled himself together after a few minutes and continued on, his voice much stronger now.

"Sometimes I debated taking my chances with an escape, but I was afraid Hoffmann would go back and take revenge on my crew if I did. And I didn't know if he could get them back from Dulag Luft or not. Either way, I wasn't willing to risk it. Not even when I was told he had no plans to ever let me leave alive. I was praying he'd get enough satisfaction from...playing...with me to not bother with my men afterwards." The colonel practically spit the word 'playing' from his lips. "Next thing I know, the man I'd later learn was General Burkhalter showed up and rescued me. He chewed that asshole a good one too. I don't know how he found me or why he bothered with it, but I'm grateful he did. I owe Burkhalter my life for that. Besides, getting to see Hoffmann's reaction when I told him I was giving him an F rating with the Better Business Bureau was priceless!"

Robert smiled briefly at the thought. It probably hadn't helped when Burkhalter had actually laughed - the only time to this day he’d ever heard the burly general do so. Nor had it helped when Robert had mentioned how terrible his visit had been or said exactly what he thought of the hospitality he'd received from the SS. If he ever saw Hoffmann again, Robert was going to kill him slowly and painfully. That bastard deserved nothing less. He leaned into Franz's touch, enjoying the soothing pets to his hair.

"It might be. I have a type too, both in men and women," he replied. "I like blond hair, blue or grey eyes, and a slender build. You fit the bill quite nicely. Luckily for me, you're also good in bed."

The colonel looked up at him. "Klink does wherever he's told because he doesn't wanna end up in Russia. He shouldn't be a problem, Franz. But I don't understand what you mean by someone like you. You're a count - that's like...like a town mascot, right? Only it comes with a fancy title and maybe some land?" He shrugged. "We don't have any in the U.S. for me to know one way or the other."