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“I’ll let you win the war tonight if we make a deal.”
Those words echoed in Aldo’s mind, despising how he couldn’t help replaying the memory, fresh and raw like an animal just slaughtered. He’d rather die than be at the nazi’s mercy, yet the circumstances led to a near fantasy scenario and the allies had no reason to deny it, not to mention of all scumbags who could’ve revealed tremendous disloyalty to his own party, Landa was responsible for it all. The exceptional nazi, Raine shamefully admitted.
“You’ve not only disappointed me with that… plan of yours, but you offended me as well.”
The audacity Hans must’ve had to sit on Aldo’s lap and rub his crotch against the American’s while pronouncing the spell that maintained him in Aldo’s not-to-kill list, it was unimaginable, not unusual. The lieutenant’s reckless assumptions that a colonel wouldn’t recognize him nor catch on his deplorable Italian accent were equally unbelievable. Lucky him Hans shared a peculiar bond with the man for a long time and proposed a solution to everyone’s problems. “Now that’s good to hear.” Raine showed his teeth in smug defiance, feeling his pants tighten.
Once reaching the American lines, Hermann along with Landa allowed themselves to become Aldo and Utivich‘s prisoners, which the Lieutenant was wishing for since the moment Hans began sexually teasing him. He would keep his word: show no mercy.
“Utivich, guide Hermann to the cockpit and wait for my signal.” Raine wrapped his fingers around the back of Hans’ neck, a gentle yet firm grip and took him to the troop carrier as Smithson did the same with his newest captive. Strange command for the Jewish-American soldier’s ears, but not for Hans, whose smirk was too wide for a handcuffed surrenderer. Aldo lowered the canvas and once inside the truck, they stared at each other, the height difference between them feeling massive for a second.
Their eyes spoke more than entire books, expressing all the competitivery and attraction they've felt for what, years? The war was over, continuing the fight would be undesirable specially because Landa put an end to it, he allowed the suffering to cease. Therefore, he wasn't really an enemy anymore, despite his undeniable apathy and opportunism. The world met peace and so should them.
In a rapid motion, Raine leaned close enough for their lips to brush against each other and surprised the colonel, yet he was not reluctant to reciprocate the unexpected display of affection. It felt too warm, it lingered too long and it barely gave Hans to suspect Aldo's intentions, more like confirm them when his hands reached Hans’ pants and started unbuttoning it. “You’ll get your prize, lieutenant. Let’s wait for now.” Hans pulled back slightly, his whisper seeming loud in the silence surrounding, if it wasn’t for the truck engine.
Nevertheless, that subtle, bold order only caused Raine to pull the colonel’s trousers down and not wait for him, resting on the troop seats. “Get your ass over here.” He spat on his calloused fingers. Landa experienced a brief period of utter shock as his genitals were exposed and to mask his uncharacteristic bashfulness, a weak scoff left his throat. “Aldo, this is inadequate-“ yet the American interjected him. “Since you were so eager to sit on my lap, you gon’ ride my meat ‘til you need a wheelchair.”
Hans felt like he was ran over by Raine's indelicacy, even though the opposite coming from the lieutenant would be suspicious. And for the first time, Hans was speechless.
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Each thrust was followed by a sharp gasp. After being put through those ridiculous occurrences, destiny extended its hand to Aldo, offering the best gift, an exclusive witness of Landa's walls being wrecked down. His charisma, his efficiency... such praiseworthy qualities wouldn't save him from his punishment. The act itself wasn't the main issue though; the location and the time were. "It hurts!" Hans whined, his feet lifting him up and down slightly in an unstable rhythm. To worsen his situation, he hadn't been fully penetrated by Aldo's huge dick yet and the current state was painful.
"Keep your mouth shut 'n' speed up. You need to go harder." Aldo glanced at his side, a flash of concern in his expression at the possibility that Hermann and Utivich could hear them, specially the wet skin on skin contact along with Hans' whimpers, whose face was already red. He struggled to accomplish Raine's commands, unable to mask his sounds, properly balance himself or take his partner's manhood in, riding it hesitantly, his body stiff. Yet his suffering morphed into pleasure in a slow progress.
As he felt his swollen prostate slam against Aldo's tip, he began losing that one thing he usually carried with him everywhere: control. "Mein Gott- das sollte eigentlich nicht so gut sein..." A fun detail about him that neither of the men were familiar with, causing Aldo to roll his eyes in spite of feeling his heartbeat nearly jump out of his chest. Who would've thought a SS colonel stopped dominating the three languages he knew besides his native one so flawlessly during sex?
Meanwhile that, Utivich and Hermann hadn’t made eye contact once, both of them locking their gazes ahead and trying to ignore the muffled, dramatic moans coming from behind. “How do you feel massacring your superiors and getting to live, Hermann?” Smithson interrogated calmly. The German wasn’t fluent in English, but he managed to understand the concept surrounding the question with considerable effort. “Good.” The soldier nodded in approval.
Raine's blue eyes landed on Hans' erection, snickering at the size of that veiny thing leaking pre-cum. He was tempted to stroke that small penis but restrained himself; Landa would probably climax in seconds. And speaking of him, the Austrian continued his rambling while throwing his head back, becoming somewhat passionate with his thrusts and too aroused to remember his previous worries. "D-du wirst mich in zwei Hälften reißen, Aldo!"
"Quit talking strudel!" The younger man abruptly covered Landa's mouth and hissed. "And another thing. You only gon' cum when I say so. Y'get that?" Asking basic responses from Hans at the moment was like asking a stone to move out of his way. The colonel had his walls stretched by Aldo’s thick shaft, panting in sheer exertion and ecstasy, yet he damn missed his hands free. “Fuck, you’re tight…” Raine murmured and grabbed Landa’s hips, removing his hand from the Jew Hunter’s lips.
Neither of them was going to last any longer, the world disappearing from existence as every time Hans’ ass collided with Aldo’s balls, the urge to release grew drastically stronger. The apache contorted his face and leaned towards Hans’ neck, almost as if he wanted to hide how lost in arousal he was. In between shallow breaths, Landa mumbled in his mother tongue, Aldo only recognized his own name and any other word as gibberish. And briefly, all hatred they could’ve felt for each other was gone, replaced by a mutual sense of trust.
After some more deep thrusts, Landa’s vision got blurred due to his tears. “Das ist zu viel, das ist zu viel!-” despite not understanding shit, Aldo assumed Hans was close and so was him. Grinning, the younger man closed his eyelids and strengthened the grip on his partner’s hips, erasing the inches of distance left among them. “Cum for me, Hans.” The colonel couldn’t be less discreet when he orgasmed, crying out while spilling warm seed onto Raine’s clothing. The Apache ejaculated not so long afterwards, biting his lower lip to contain any noise - yet he ultimately groaned - until his teeth penetrated the sensitive flesh.
That paradisiacal sensation had barely left their bodies and Hans almost fainted, catching himself a second before falling to his side. Saying his sight darkened wouldn’t mean much with the troop carrier already gloomy, but he definitely felt like he would pass out. Aldo noticed it and decided not to comment on it, looking smug and quite relaxed too. The two men chased oxygen for their lungs, when reality washed over them, or Hans for that matter, because Aldo was right where he wished to be and regret was nowhere to be found.
The colonel looked behind him and withdrew in the same instant, as if his buttocks painted with sperm had burned his eyes. He tried recomposing himself and questioned. “Do you think my current condition is proper for a conference with your general?” Raine analysed his partner’s appearance in the dim light: the messy hair, redded face stained with lacrimal fluid, sweating forehead, not to mention his walk wouldn’t seem normal. “The best.” Aldo replied.
In the cockpit, the soldiers heard everything and forced themselves not to react in any way, at least not when the noises kept being produced. “Fags.” Muttered Smithson when realizing serenity finally gained some space. Hermann ignored him.