A New Job - Pt 2 (Explicit)

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz stared at Robert. "You?! What the hell..." He trailed off as he stared at his lover. "And the code has to do with chimpanzees and bananas. Care to explain that one to me, Papa Bear?"

He spat the last two words, trying to understand just how he had gotten into this situation. His lover. Right here. Standing in front of him and looking like he had just seen a ghost. Maybe, in a way, he had. Franz prowled across the clearing and kicked at a rock. He could have shot Robert. His finger had been on the trigger and he had been aiming right at the heart of the matter. He could have killed his lover. He stalked back to the car and grabbed the briefcase before slinging it into the snow at Robert's feet.

"Here," he snarled. "We didn't have to do this, you know. You could have told me." Then he shook his head. "Well, you didn't know. They didn't tell us both this because I don't think they know I've been transferred this. But now we need to get the hell out of here before the Gestapo shows up. I'll deal with you in camp."

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert winced. Oh yeah, it was definitely Franz, and he was pissed. He supposed the man had reason to be. A prisoner of war was hardly be expected to be a spy. He'd never seen his lover so angry before, though. Not even when he'd first snuck into the bedroom and been mooned. The colonel watched him like a hawk as he moved, only glancing down long enough to pick up the briefcase from the snow.

"In my defense, I didn't write that stupid code," he finally replied. "Personally, I'm of the opinion that the brass needs to get some better writers on the payroll. Maybe then conversations might sound normal." He sighed. "Well, at least I don't have to walk back now. Between having fun earlier, the walk itself, falling on top of a pinecone and having that tree branch smack me, my ass really hurts!"

Robert climbed into the backseat of the staff car and laid down on the floor. He pulled a blanket over himself to hide his body. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to see him in his camouflage outfit and ask Franz uncomfortable questions. The blanket provided some warmth as well. Not having to walk back was a plus - his leg and ass muscles already hurt from making such a long journey on foot. There was more than one reason the colonel typically didn't venture too far from Stalag 13. If he did, he borrowed a staff car.

"Something tells me I don't want to know, but...how exactly do you plan to deal with me?" he asked warily. He could feel the car moving, but couldn't see where they were going. "That sounded kind of ominous."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz gritted his teeth as he drove. "You should have sent someone else, you idiot! Someone who hasn't already stretched those muscles. You could have been seen, you could have fallen off one of the many wonderful cliffs in the area, the Gestapo could have captured you, and you could have torn something! And then collapsed where no one can find you!" He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove. "What I'm going to do is get to the seat of the matter, so to speak. We'll start by giving your shapely bottom time to heal, so no sexual activity of any time for the next two days."

That should be more than enough time for Robert's muscles to heal. The man seemed to be about as hormone driven as a young stag, so the no sex was going to be the worst part for him. The other was going to be something every German school boy went through at least once. Franz drove was calmly as he could. His heart raced in his chest. Not only did he have Papa Bear in the car with him, he had a briefcase full of secret information. He knew Robert hadn't gone through it yet. If he had, well, they would have been having a different conversation.

Franz pulled into camp and greeted the gate guard. "Private Muller, yes? Well, it was a lovely evening and now I shall turn in. Perhaps you should do the same - it is the perfect kind of weather for a nice drive with a pretty woman. And running out of gas."

Franz grimaced as soon as he had the car back where it belonged. He needed a stiff drink. Or several. And a cigarette.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert kept his mouth shut while the blond German was talking. He didn’t think it was wise to interrupt. From the angry, worried tone to the drumming of the fingers on the wheel, everything about the man reminded reminded him of his father at that moment. Robert was all too familiar with being scolded on the way home after doing something stupid - that had been a very common occurrence in his youth. So had being dragged into the house by his ear once they'd gotten home, then sent to fetch the hairbrush. He had many vivid memories of having it repeatedly applied to his bare bottom while he was over his father’s knee. No amount of squirming, howling or pleading had helped his case either. General Hogan was a man who had ensured he got his point across by making his son's behind red and sore. Yeah, the brush had occasionally left a bruise or two, but so had the paddlings he'd gotten at school. Hard wood against bare flesh tended to do that.

The colonel shook off the memories and shivered slightly. Surely that wasn’t what Franz had meant by 'seat of the matter'. No, he was far too old for such things now. He held his breath while his lover talked to the gate guard. Once he felt the car moving again, he released it.

"Hey, that's so not fair to deny me sex!" Robert protested in a whisper. "I had to go - I was told you wanted to see me in person. Besides, none of those things happened, right? Everything worked out in the end." He didn't add that he'd only taken the risk because he'd wanted to meet Raven himself. Yes, he theoretically could have sent someone else - it occasionally happened if a request wasn't safe to fulfill - but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. "And what do you mean by 'start with', anyways? Not getting any nookie is already a terrible punishment all by itself."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"It's for two days," Franz sighed. "Surely you can live with no sex for two days. Besides, you might prefer having a two or three day dry spell might be more conducive to having your bottom spanked."

Franz helped Hogan out of the car and back into his quarters. He stripped off his clothes and grabbed for his own clothes. He was going to get a drink and keep his clothes off. Franz ground his teeth as he poured himself a little brandy. It was too late for any sort of dinner beyond a light snack, so he called for that and a little something for Hogan. Even when he was annoyed, he thought of his lover. Besides, Hogan had to know not to risk himself. He heard the gates open again and he started. The camp guards started snarling and barking like Hochstetter was coming up the drive.

"Get washed. Now." Franz grabbed the leather case back and stashed it under his coat. "I'll deal with the little major. We'll get this to London later, but I don't want him to see you with that face paint on. God only knows what he wants at this hour."

Whatever it was, it was nothing good and Franz wanted no part of it.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert stared at him in horror. He was so stunned, he allowed Franz to help him out of the car without a word. This couldn't be happening to him. Prisoners had rights, damn it! Hell would freeze over before he let anyone to do that to him. 

"You can't...you can't spank me," he finally sputtered. The colonel blushed as he set his jaw mulishly. "In fact, I know you won't. You wouldn't lay hands on me when I'm sore. Even if I wasn't, I don’t think you've got the balls to, to...you know." His blush darkened to a dark red. "If you do, I dare you to try it. Make my day."

He turned on his heel and went to wash his face. Whenever Hochstetter visited Stalag 13 at nighttime, it never boded well for anyone. Robert quickly cleaned off the face paint and changed into his pajamas. Then he crawled into bed. Hopefully, the major would leave him alone if he appeared to be sleeping. Robert snorted as he messed up his hair a bit. And maybe pigs would fly. He closed his eyes again, doing his best to look like he was sound asleep.

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz ignored his lover as he stalked to the gate. A thousand thoughts flashed through his mind, none of them good. Hochstetter had to be mad. Coming around at this hour was a serious breach of military etiquette and courtesy. Even a Gestapo agent had to know that there were rules for how one did military business.

"Major Hochstetter." Scorn draped on every single one of Franz's words. "Why do I have the... Pleasure of your presence here?"

"Out of my way, Colonel" Hochstetter snarled. "I want Papa Bear!"

Franz's heart froze and he gave Hochstetter a look worthy of the arctic tundra. "Major, I can assure you that Papa Bear doesn't live in a Luftstalag. You should try Hammelburg. It suits you better."

"You know I mean Hogan!"

"He's sleeping," Franz flatly said.

"I want to see him. Now." Hochstetter pulled a pistol. "Otherwise, I'll execute you as an enemy of the Third Reich."

Franz backed off, praying that Hogan was ready.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert's heart beat furiously in his chest when the blond German exited the building. Something wasn't right - he could feel it. Yes, he was offended Franz had made such a suggestion, but that didn't mean he didn't care. He loved that man. If Hochsteter did something to his lover...well, he was gonna die. Plain and simple. Nobody was allowed to threaten Franz von Waffenschmidt except him! That was his kraut, and he didn't share.

The colonel threw off the blankets and got to his feet. He reached for his robe. Once he had it tied, he took a deep breath. He could hear Franz and Hochstetter enter the building. The Gestapo major was about as subtle as a bull in a china shop. He shuffled out of the room, rubbing his eyes like he was trying to get the sleep out of them.

"Hey, what gives, Colonel von Waffenschmidt? Can't a man get any sleep around here without it sounding like you have a vicious dog in the room?" Robert complained. He gave a fake yawn and pretended to notice the Hochstetter for the first time. "Never mind, you do have one in here. My mistake."

He briefly smirked. "Major, I swear to God if you showed up just to spout your usual bullshit about me, I'm gonna be pissed. I was having a perfectly good dream about shooting Hitler and you ruined it!" The colonel put a fist on his hip. "Doesn’t the Gestapo know what military courtesy is anymore? Or did that go out the window along with your honor?"

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz made a strangled sound and turned to Hochstetter. "There! You see, he was asleep. Whatever bullshit you wanted to shovel about a man who could stir these prisoners to riot is proven false. He was asleep. And I'm going to sleep just as soon as you go the fuck away. Leave him and leave this camp!"

Hochstetter went red when he heard those words. He had never liked Hogan - the man was far too smart for his liking and way too well connected to sit well with Berlin - and now he was being expected to take lip from an American dog. He looked around, making sure that there wasn't a big dog, and lunged. He struck Hogan across the face with the butt of his pistol and threw him to the ground. Then he kicked Hogan in the ribs, hard enough to make the man gasp. Hochstetter whirled around. He had never liked that count, especially when it came to matters of taming slaves.

"Tell me," Hochstetter sneered, "just how did you deal with prisoners on the Eastern Front?"

Franz paused and chose his next words very, very carefully. "I captured them, just as you do with any other man. And all went well until there were men given orders to kill them all. And you will not try that here because I will shoot you."

Hochstetter kicked Hogan in the side again, only because he couldn't kick Waffenschmidt. "Have your guards bring this man to the cooler for interrogation! There was an attack on the Berlin Express tonight and I want to know who's behind it!"

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert yelped as he hit the ground. Stars swam in front of his eyes. They weren't the good kind, though. These were the kind that only came from pain. He gasped when the steel-toed boot hit his ribs. He'd never liked this kraut to begin with, but being accused - being beaten - for something he didn't do was the final straw. He slowly got to his feet, ignoring his throbbing behind.

"You know what, Major? It occurs to me you still haven't figured out where you're at on the rank totem pole," he said in a calm voice. "Nor do you have any respect for your betters, such as Count von Waffenschmidt here. Either that or you're deaf. Which, come to think of it, would explain why you scream all the time. It'd explain why you just defied his orders to leave too." He grinned. "What a shame; you won't be able hear the Star-Spangled Banner playing once the Allies arrive. It's a very pretty song."

The colonel swung his fist and punched him in the solar plexus, literally knocking the wind out of Hochstetter. Kinch had taught him that move - he'd said it was a good way to disable an opponent for a few minutes. Robert was praying that was true. The moment Hochstetter fell to his knees, he snatched the man's pistol. He kicked it towards Franz as he quickly frisked the major. Surprisingly, he found no knives or daggers. He chalked it up to arrogance. People who were overconfident like that tended to believe they were invincible, and invincible people were never disarmed.

"I've had it up to here with your shit, you crazy bastard!" Robert socked him in the left eye hard enough to leave a bruise later, then the right one. "If you wanna fight, come at me like a man does...with your fists. Quit acting like a damned coward! And quit harassing me about being a spy too! If you did your fucking job for once instead of blaming me for everything, you might actually get something done," he growled. "I'm through being your whipping boy." 

He backed up until he was well out of Hochstetter's reach before looking at his lover. "Speaking of which...Colonel, didn't you say last time you'd have him horse-whipped if he touched me again?"

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz shook his head and wrenched the Major's arms behind his back. "I have a better idea," he purred. "One that will get him off my back - and yours - for good. You see, Major, you were very right about Colonel Hogan, but you weren't seeing the entire picture. You picked the one of us who has restraint, the one who can tolerate abuses to his person. But me? My dear Major, I am the wolf to his lamb."

Franz pulled out his pistol, his eyes as cold as new ice. This wouldn't be the first time he had dealt with a dead body. There would be an investigation, of course, but not near Stalag 13. Franz pulled the trigger and grimaced when the blood sprayed on his hands and coat. He let the body fall to the ground and stuck his pistol back into the holster. He tried not to look at Robert. This was the side of him that was just as vicious and cold as anything else in the world - the side of him that had been born in Russia where he had no choice.

"Are you alright?" Franz asked. "He didn't hurt you too much, did he?"

He turned back to the body on the ground and covered it in his coat. He was going to have to dump this somewhere. Franz didn't know where yet. It would have to be somewhat near the camp, of course. But not too near. Franz turned around. The floor was concrete, so blood could be easily cleaned off of it. He nodded to Hogan as he gathered the dead man up like a sack of potatoes.

"Get this cleaned up," he ordered. "I know you have an organization here, so use it. I'll go deal with this."

[Col. R. Hogan]

The colonel's mouth dropped open in shock. Out of all the things he'd expected the blond German to do, executing Hochstetter had not been one of them. That had thrown him for a loop. He couldn't say he was sad to see the irritable Gestapo officer dead, however. Now things would be quieter around the camp. 

"Yes sir. I'll get on that right now," he replied. He gave Franz a real salute instead of his normal sloppy one. "And no, he didn't hurt me too much. But thank you for killing that asshole anyways."

Robert turned and headed for the tunnel entrance under the stove. There would be time for questions later. He slid it aside, then slipped into the tunnel to find his men. Bleach would be needed to clean the blood up. But someone else would need to do the actual cleaning - his ass hurt too much for him to do much moving. The rest of his body didn’t feel so great either. He informed his team of Hochstetter's death once he reached Barracks 2. After he told Carter and Newkirk to go clean up the blood, he slowly made his way back to the kommandant's quarters.

He thought about everything that'd happened to him tonight. True, Franz had only yelled at him because he'd been worried. But that didn't mean he wanted to be spanked! It would be extremely humiliating. Yet there was a small part of Robert that said he deserved one, and a painful one at that. He had been foolish enough to go out when he was too sore to really run. If the Gestapo had caught him...He winced. Yeah, he was gonna have to man up and take the spanking. At least that would be better than going several days without sex. He'd quickly become addicted to having his spot stimulated and didn’t want to go back to jerking off. 

He soon exited the tunnel, nodding to his men to acknowledge their completion of the job. After they left, the colonel slid the stove back over the entrance. He still had no idea how he was supposed to discuss the subject with Franz - or if the man would be willing to do so. Hell, he didn't even know when this was supposed to take place!

Robert's mouth was dry as he entered the master bedroom. There was no sign of his lover yet. Hopefully, he would be back soon. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at his hands with an ashamed expression. It was times like this he wondered how he got himself into these situations.

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz came back and stripped down in the bedroom. He needed to get cleaned up. If Robert had been looking, he would have noticed that Franz had worn his plain, workmen's clothes instead of his uniform. That he ditched in the fire and watched as the greedy flames started to eat it. He didn't say much to Robert. He needed to get in the bath before he lost his nerves. There was blood on his hands and under his nails. If someone decided to come up to the camp, he would wonder why Franz was naked and bloody and why there was a prisoner in his bed.

When he came back to the bedroom, he turned to Robert. "I put the body in the car, then sent it down a ravine. They're going to think he wrecked his car or something. It would help that I set it on fire. That way, the corpse should be crispy enough that they won't be able to see he was murdered. Picked that trick up in Russia - it's one of the plethora of ways they kill us over there."

Then he pulled Robert into his embrace. "I don't know if I'm going to be able to keep my hands off you for two days." He grinned wryly when he saw the look on the man's face. "What? Your ass needs time to heal. If I swatted it now, I would abuse you and I don't know if I could live with myself if I did cause you pain. When I saw him hurting you... Robert, I saw red. He hurt you. He wanted to take you away from me and I couldn't stand that. Forgive me, darling? Forgive me for showing my wolfish side?"

He cupped Robert's cheek and kissed him gently. He did hope he hadn't scared Robert off too much - he tried not to show his feral side if he could help it.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert nodded. In his head, he'd already worked out what he wanted to say. The problem was trying to physically force the words out. He returned the kiss and stroked Franz's hair. To buy himself some time, he decided to reassure the man first. Maybe then he'd be able to say them.

"I'm not afraid of your feral side, love," he said. "A man doesn't fight on the Eastern Front without developing one. I know how the Russkies are - I shot a few of 'em down before they switched sides. Those guys are ruthless. Pretty sure they haven't mellowed out any since '41." Robert smiled slightly. "I'm just glad I got a chance to tell the major exactly what I thought of him before he died. Which brings me to something else I need to say."

He looked down at his hands again. "You were right about me going out tonight. It was stupid to do just to satisfy my own curiosity. I'm sorry I yelled at you too. I, uh, I did some thinking earlier, and I've decided I...I do deserve a spanking for everything - a hard one."

The colonel blushed beet red as he spoke. "I don't know how this sort of thing is done in Germany, but I feel obligated to tell you whenever I got them growing up, my old man put me over his knee every time. He also gave them to me on my...bare bottom," he whispered. Dear God, this was the most difficult explanation he'd ever given! "Pop always kept going until it was red and sore. He told me the one time he tried to be lenient instead, the message didn't stick. Said I did the same stupid thing less than 2 hours later. That and not wanting to hurt his hand were the reasons he used a hairbrush. I always hated having to go fetch it, of course, but I can't deny the task kind of...set the mood."

Robert was silent for a few minutes. That had been extremely hard to say. Embarrassing too. He still wasn't sure why he'd done it at all. Maybe it was because he trusted Franz to do this in a loving way. He finally lifted his gaze to meet the blond German's eyes. When he spoke, his voice was small.

"Please, please keep this between us," he pleaded. "I don't wanna be laughed at by anyone."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"I won't tell a soul," Franz promised. He brushed Robert's hair back with his hand. "But I won't do it over bare skin or with anything other than my hand, I promise you. I do love you and I don't... I don't want you to be hurt. I don't want to be the one to hurt you. Rest with me tonight - we'll discuss the particulars in the morning and I'll deal with the investigation and more paperwork." He grinned crookedly. "Thank you for loving all of me, too. I love all of you."

He often tried to hide the wild part of him. That was the side that had seen far too much death and misery. Russia was a hard place, a place where death ruled the entire universe. The cold killed far more than any soldier did. Franz knew what it was like to hold a wet, wounded private as he slowly froze to death, all while knowing full well that there was no way to get him dry or warm. The shocking amount of prisoner abuse - both sides favored starvation and overwork as an execution method - was a certainty. Franz had tried to change that for the men under his command, only to watch his efforts be shattered into a thousand pieces.

He held Robert close. He couldn't imagine hurting this man. Robert was his - all his. No one would be allowed to take him away. No one. Franz would kill first. He stroked Robert's lean body as he waited for sleep to claim him. Hochstetter's demise would make things go smoother around here. Franz could deal with the next Gestapo agent. They would likely send someone younger out here, someone with not a lot of experience, and Franz could bat them around like a ball on a string. He would do it, too. It should be easy enough.

Franz grimaced. Keeping from sex would be harder than he had thought, too. But he could do it.

He hoped.

[Col. R. Hogan]

"Okay," Robert replied quietly. The expression of shame didn't leave his face as he kissed the man's cheek. "You're welcome, by the way. Sorry again for worrying you."

He buried his face in Franz's chest and latched onto him. Nearly everything on his body hurt after that attack. Part of him wanted to sob, but he couldn't do it. He'd already had one breakdown today - he didn't need Franz to think he was weak. It wasn't his lover's fault he was stupid enough to get himself hurt or piss off known psychos. No, those decisions had been solely on him. There were times where Robert felt like he wasn't mature enough to hold the rank he had and this was one of them. Fortunately, he had someone who cared enough to look out for him now. Relief flowed through him before he finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, the colonel yawned as he opened his eyes. He was still holding Franz like the man was his teddy bear. It felt nice...until he shifted his weight. Sharp needles of pain stabbed him everywhere. He bit back a yelp, but it didn't stop the memories of the previous evening from flooding back.

"Good morning, Franz," he said in a soft voice. He swallowed hard. "I was doing some more thinking before I fell asleep last night, and...well, I have a request to make. Two of them, actually. I'm sure that probably sounds weird." He flushed pink. "Can we discuss the particulars of my...situation...before breakfast? I think my stomach might be too unsettled to eat otherwise."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz cracked open one bleary eye. "Not much to discuss, really," he yawned. He cuddled Robert. "The idea is not to humiliate you. The idea is to create an aversion to you doing something stupid like that again. You're already in pain, so we'll wait for a bit. After that... just my bare hand, over a chair, and I won't pull down your underthings. Does that sound fair?"

He hoped it did. Franz didn't like the idea of throwing Robert over his knee and spanking bare skin. What he wanted to do was drive a point home - that Robert wasn't to just throw himself head long into crazy missions. Also, he needed to work on taming that tongue of his. Franz cuddled Robert close and eased him so he would hopefully be a bit more comfortable. He didn't know what he was going to do with the rest of the man's aches and pains. Robert had always struck him as very young for his years. It was clear that he still had a good deal of maturing to do and Franz hoped he could help with that.

"What do you want for breakfast, by the way?" he asked. "Eggs and bacon, perhaps? With coffee?"

[Col. R. Hogan]

"All of the above, please," Robert replied. He cuddled close to Franz, thinking about how to say this. It was probably best just to spit out all at once. He tilted his head upward to meet his lover's gaze. Hopefully, the man wouldn't think he was a freak.

"Regarding the other subject, I..." He blew out a breath of air. "I need you to...you know...on my bare skin. Everything else is fine, but...I know myself. It takes a lot to make a message sink in. And I can undress myself too if need be. As long as we wait for me to heal, I'll be fine," the colonel explained awkwardly. "The other request is for you to...to punish me if I step out of line too much. I make a regular habit of taking very stupid risks - risks that could get me killed. Tend to piss people off by running my mouth too."

A blush colored his cheeks. "I've been...well, needing someone to help me stop doing those things. And I want you to be that person if you're willing, Franz. I know you'll always keep my best interests at heart, to only pun, punish me out of love - never anger," Robert stammered. His voice became quiet. "This is...it's extremely hard for me to admit out loud, let alone ask you to help me with. But I trust you not to humiliate me. If anything, you seem like the type who would comfort me and tell me I was forgiven afterwards. Am I right?"

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"I'll never humiliate you," Franz promised. He kissed Robert fiercely and held him. "As for hitting you on bare skin, darling, I don't know if I can do that." He hadn't thought that Robert would have needs like this, but he could handle it. "But I'll try for you. What you need - submission and release - that's not a crime. There's nothing for you to be ashamed of. I'm thankful that you trust me this much."

He rolled over and held Robert against him. He wanted nothing more than to kiss this man, to give him pleasure that he could only dream of, but this was not the time. They needed to get up before someone came looking, though. Franz glanced at his clock. They were going miss morning roll call if they weren't careful. On that note, Franz yawned as he rolled out of bed. He probably needed to get his dog back. Someone was going to come sniffing around sooner or later. They did have to keep up appearances.

"We need to get up," he murmured. Franz kissed Robert behind his ear. "I have inspection in... ten minutes and you're going to need to be with your men. They'll want you there even though you were beaten. I'll need my dog, too. Your men seem to love him, but if someone from Berlin shows up..."

[Col. R. Hogan]

"I'm thankful you trust me too, love. And I appreciate that," Robert said. He kissed the blond German back. "If you can't hit on bare skin, I guess that's okay too. I'm just...worried it won't hurt enough at the time - or long enough afterwards - to do much. Didn’t want you to feel like you wasted your time or anything." 

He supposed there was probably something wrong with him if he was trying to make things worse for himself, but he couldn't help it. He'd been raised to do a job right or not at all. Robert sincerely doubted he was going to feel any kind of punishment over his clothes or underwear very much. Still, Franz had been nothing but good to him. It helped he now knew his lover was a spy, not just a defector. Papa Bear and Raven, the two most wanted men in Germany, under the same roof. There was something exciting about that, although London would probably have a cow about it being too dangerous. But as far as the colonel was concerned, they could take their opinion on this subject and shove it up their ass. He wasn’t giving this man up for anything or anyone.

"Submission and release, huh? Sounds interesting," he murmured. He gave Franz another hug before he carefully got out of bed. "I didn't think there was a word for what I liked. All I know is I've been called a switch and a dominant by two different people. Don't know why they were using it in a sexual way, though. They didn't explain that part to me. Either way, I wouldn't mind trying it with you in a few days." 

Robert slowly headed for his room to get dressed. Roll calls were the worst part of a POW's day. It always seemed like they lasted forever. He did have to touch base with his men, though. Had to get the information to London too. He still hadn't looked at the information - the previous evening had been too hectic. That was his first priority after roll call.

A hour and a half later, it was a beyond livid American colonel who stormed into the private quarters, Beowulf and Langenscheidt at his sides. He still couldn't believe what he'd read 10 minutes ago. Neither could his team. London was going to come unglued once their decoders got the package from the courier plane that was arriving tonight. After reassuring Langenscheidt his fury was due to a personal letter he'd gotten, Robert dismissed the young corporal. He stalked over to the breakfast table where Franz sat, moving like the ruthless pilot he'd been trained to be. His aches and pains had been forgotten once he'd begun shaking in pure fury. He took a seat, a murderous expression on his face. Today, it was his feral side that'd come out.

"What. The. Flying. Fuck?! How could the SS do such horrible things to all those people?! They're still human, damnit!" Robert snarled. He petted Beowulf - who had come to sit by his feet - for a while, trying to calm himself down. "Why, Franz? You were born here, you still wear their uniform...tell me. Explain to me how these sick bastards think and how they're justifying this shit, because I do not understand it at all!"