Well it's been quite a while since the last update!

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Some sexual content in this chapter.

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Landa hummed happily to himself as he dressed for dinner. He had removed his uniform and washed and shaved before putting on a clean shirt and dressing once again. He was at home and entirely at liberty to dress in casual civilian clothes, but Landa always felt it was appropriate to entertain guests in full uniform. Particularly the two guests he had at his table tonight.

Landa smiled at his own reflection in the mirror as he carefully combed his hair into place before dabbing a very light amount of cologne around his neck. He always liked the delicate smell of scent on skin but hated any cologne which was overpowering. Satisfied that he looked fresh, clean and presentable, Landa put on his jacket and began to carefully fasten the buttons. He was looking forward to tonight immensely. Not only having two guests at his dinner table, but two guests who just happened to be his current lovers. The anticipation bubbled inside Landa so potently that he nearly laughed out loud in his excitement. To sit at the head of the table, watching his lovers making polite conversation in his presence was such a fun little prospect. It was almost like a game, with Landa in charge and playfully toying with his guests in order to see how they reacted to his teasing. Landa suspected that Emmanuelle would handle the situation better than Dieter. Hellstrom was a magnificent officer when it came to his work but had a tendency to get uptight and tense when handling issues outside of office life.

Landa finished buttoning his jacket and admired himself from every angle, checking his clothing was perfect and his appearance pristine. What was most exciting about this evening, of course, was the thrill of being the only one in possession of all the facts and being able to watch the behaviour of his unsuspecting companions. Hellstrom knew he was having some sort of fling with Emmanuelle but had no idea that the girl had become so besotted with him. Emmanuelle barely even knew of Hellstrom's existence, let alone the secret services he made available to Landa in private.

With a final brush down of his uniform and a straightening of his cuffs, Landa turned off the bedroom light and preceded downstairs, his spirits very high. Tonight promised to be a lot of fun.

Shosanna sat on the bed in the spare bedroom, wondering if any excuse on earth could get her out of dinner. She hated the sight of Major Hellstrom. The way the man grinned at her and stared with that glint of knowingness made her very uncomfortable. Although she had been in a temper at the time, she now deeply regretted the way she had been so rude and shown him disrespect in the street. She had a horrible feeling that Major Hellstrom was the sort of man who would make a particularly unpleasant enemy. Shosanna made a mental note to keep calm in front on him; perhaps politeness and appealing to his better nature was a wise move.

Shosanna was also deeply unsettled by Landa's motives. Why had he arranged this strange dinner party? He had no idea that she had spoken to Hellstrom so why would he consider him to be an appropriate dinner companion?

She stood up from the bed and placed a lace wrap over her shoulders, looking at herself anxiously in the mirror as she straightened it into position. She had a strong feeling that there was something else going on, something she was not yet aware of. Landa's behaviour seemed so strange, so completely inappropriate to the situation.

A new fear gripped Shosanna tightly; maybe he had worked out her true identity and was summoning Hellstrom here in order to assist with her arrest? Shosanna shook off this thought nearly as quickly as it appeared. Hans would never do that.

She trusted him.

Shosanna paused to consider how strange those words sounded in her head. Landa was a Nazi, a Colonel who fulfilled his duties by ordering the deaths of innocent people, including her own family. And yet she knew deep inside, she trusted him and didn't honestly believe he would hurt her.

So much had happened in such a short space of time. She had given Landa her trust, her mind, her body. Her relationship with Marcel was all but destroyed because of her infatuation.

Shosanna slipped on her shoes and made her way to the door. Tonight was going to be difficult enough without trying to work her way through the mass of confusion in her mind.

Dieter Hellstrom quietly pulled up outside Landa's townhouse in his staff car. He smirked to himself in gleeful anticipation, knowing that a dinner invitation from Landa could only mean one thing. He had not anticipated a repeat performance of their passionate sex quite so soon; this was a most unexpected pleasure.

Hellstrom climbed silently out of the car, straightening his jacket and brushing down his clothing before knocking on the door, a heady mixture of nerves and excitement rushing through his veins.

Landa answered the door almost instantly and Hellstrom could see immediately from the wide grin on his face that he was in his element tonight. Hellstrom smiled privately to himself; tonight looked to be an extremely pleasurable evening.

"Dieter!" Landa exclaimed exuberantly, "how delightful to see you, and at such short notice."

Hellstrom had indeed been fairly perplexed by the lateness of Landa's dinner invitation, summoning him with barely a few hours notice.

"Thankyou very much for the invite, Standartenführer," said Dieter politely, "it is always a pleasure to dine with you."

Landa laughed at Hellstrom's forced formality and ushered him into the tidy sitting room where drinks were waiting.

"I have a little surprise for you tonight Dieter," Landa said as he poured Hellstrom a glass of champagne.

Hellstrom's hand paused in mid-air as he accepted the glass.

"A surprise?" he asked cautiously, wondering nervously if Landa had summoned him here for one of his bizarre little games.

Landa winked at him, his smile now bubbling with anticipation.

"I'd like you to meet my other dinner guest for the evening," he said casually, despite knowing the reaction this would provoke.

Hellstrom didn't answer as a crushing wave of disappointment and suspicion flooded his senses. What was Landa playing at?

Landa left the room and returned moments later with an extremely nervous looking young woman on his arm. The two guests locked eyes before a moment of silent but steely recognition passed between them.

"Dieter Hellstrom, please meet Emmanuelle Mimieux," Landa said formally, his eyes darting between the two of them curiously. "You met briefly at Reichsminister Goebbels coffee meeting, but that was a little while ago."

"Oh no, Standartenführer," Hellstrom said, his eyes burning with loathing as he met the hostile look of the woman in front of him, "I certainly remember Mademoiselle Mimieux."

Hellstrom stepped forward smartly, bowing his head briefly before taking Shosanna's hand. She barely resisted a shudder as she felt his cold hand grip hers, manoeuvring it towards his lips as he continued to fix her with that horrible, dead-eyed stare. Shosanna knew that Hellstrom disliked her; she hoped his hatred would stop him adorning her hand with a kiss, despite the watchful eyes of his superior.

Hellstrom's lips met Shosanna's hand, just as he discreetly moved to the side to block Landa's view. To Shosanna's horror, instead of avoiding the kiss altogether, Hellstrom opened his mouth very slightly, allowing his tongue to make wet contact with her hand as he gently kissed it. Shosanna knew she couldn't pull away in front of Landa so stood fixed as Hellstrom gave her a menacing smile. Shosanna was more nervous than before, the disgusting behaviour of this vile man making her deeply uncomfortable.

Hellstrom released Shosanna's hand and she whipped it back away from him, placing it behind her back in order to discreetly wipe away the damp traces of saliva he had left on her. If Landa had noticed the strange exchange between them, he had certainly not said anything.

"Mademoiselle Mimieux is staying with me for a few days, Dieter," Landa explained, provoking a further smirk from Hellstrom and a cringe from Shosanna.

"How terribly cosy," murmured Hellstrom, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

Landa picked up the champagne bottle in order to refill glasses, starting to pour before realising it was empty.

"I'll let you two get to know each other whilst I restock on the refreshments," he said genially before disappearing, not seeing the look of panic that entered Shosanna's face.

Neither of them spoke immediately once Landa had left. Shosanna turned purposely to look at a nearby bookshelf, determined to avoid any conversation with Hellstrom if she could help it.

"So, it was you who claimed not to know Standartenführer Landa, wasn't it?" came the oily voice behind her.

Shosanna sighed. Hoping to not have to speak to Hellstrom was clearly not going to happen.

She turned around to face him, her stomach turning at the sight of his nasty, wide smile and piercing eyes.

"I think you're more than aware that was a lie," she replied curtly, "I don't tend to discuss my private life with strange men on the street."

Nor with the men in your private life, Hellstrom thought silently, wondering how she would react if he revealed that he knew she was a Jew. This was not the time; there was nothing to be gained from acting tonight. Might as well make the girl sweat a bit, in preparation for when he chose to unleash his knowledge.

"So are you two particularly close?" Hellstrom enquired.

"That's none of your business," snapped Shosanna, trying to keep her words quiet for fear of Landa returning and finding his guests rowing.

Hellstrom laughed.

"Just making your services available then?" he sneered nastily, "hoping to get an easy time from the Germans by acting like a whore?"

The pulsating, hot fury inside Shosanna was starting to burn her skin, threatening to spill out in dangerous torrents unless this situation was diffused. She knew she was supposed to stay calm in front of Hellstrom, but his vile words had touched a raw nerve. Her hands shook, itching with the desire to hit the smirking man taunting her.

"Why do you care so much about who your superior is sleeping with?" she hissed back angrily, "maybe a snivelling, grovelling creep like you wished it was you instead?"

Perhaps it was the unexpected accuracy of what Shosanna said that knocked Hellstrom's icy facade, his face briefly reacting to her words before he gained control again, his slightly burning cheeks being the only giveaway. The realisation hit Shosanna sharply in the stomach, her face contorting from confusion to anger and then disgust as she recoiled from Hellstrom. They stared at each other, she disbelieving and he breathing heavily in an attempt to remain cool in light of his most private secret tumbling unexpectedly into the conversation.

Shosanna was appalled as she surveyed Hellstrom. Not only was he a rude and horribly intimidating man, he was clearly some sort of sexual deviant, hankering after his superior like a lovesick girl. Shosanna's blood ran even colder as her memory buzzed with a recollection, the time Landa had boldly told her that he had had sexual relationships with both men and women. She was beginning to look at Hellstrom differently, curiously. Surely Landa had not laid his hands on this repulsive man?

The uncomfortable tension was broken as Landa re-entered the room, clutching two bottles of champagne and spouting profuse apologies for how long it had taken. Ever the astute detective, Landa instantly detected a change in the room's atmosphere. He noted Hellstrom's flushed face and Emmanuelle's startled expression, wondering excitedly what had caused friction to break out. Landa said nothing as he refilled everyone's glass, smirking as he saw both his guests gulping down the alcohol as quickly as manners would allow.

"Everyone enjoying themselves?" Landa asked sweetly.

The over eagerness of their enthusiastic responses spoke volumes.

Dinner had been an unexpectedly quiet affair. Normally Landa enjoyed these occasions immensely and used them to chat away incessantly to his guests. Landa knew he was a natural show-off and was secretly very proud of his effortless intelligence and wit. He knew he was a clever and charming man and enjoyed using these talents to their full when in the position of host. But tonight was too fascinating an evening to indulge in small talk. He had kept conversation to a minimum, watching his two guests surreptitiously, like a scientist maintaining constant observations over his specimens. Watching how each of them handled the unnaturally quiet meal was highly stimulating to Landa's detective instincts.

As he had fully expected, Emmanuelle had visibly coped better with the situation than Hellstrom. She appeared to have retreated back into that icy, cool facade that he had first encountered when they had shared coffee and strudel in the cafe. She nodded politely and smiled tightly in response when necessary, but otherwise did not react at all to the atmosphere. Hellstrom on the other hand clearly felt the discomfort more acutely, fiddling constantly with his cutlery and glancing continuously at Landa, silently pleading with him to ease the tension. Landa gained huge sadistic pleasure from this; Hellstrom thought he was such a calm and controlled person, but couldn't even cope with a slightly uncomfortable dinner party. How his many interrogation victims would laugh if they could see what a fidgety, awkward wreck he was tonight!

Despite the amusing tension of the dinner table, Landa was starting to get bored. As they retired to the sitting room for whiskey and cigarettes, Landa decided it was time to have a little fun.

"So tell me, Dieter," Landa said as he poured at least three measures of whiskey into Hellstrom's glass, "do you have a girlfriend at the moment?"

Hellstrom gulped down the burning liquid with alarming speed. How like Landa to come up with a wildly inappropriate and humiliating question.

"Nein," he replied quietly, studying the floor intently.

"Really Dieter, you should enjoy yourself more!" Landa exclaimed, "I thought all German officers had French girlfriends to keep them cosy at night!"

Hellstrom forced a smile in response. Shosanna blushed as she felt Landa's eyes move to her.

"Emmanuelle doesn't have a young man," Landa continued, malicious pleasure throbbing through his body, "why don't you pursue a pretty girl like her?"

Shosanna began to turn crimson with embarrassment, staring at her glass as she silently squirmed. Hellstrom didn't respond, still looking pointedly at the floor.

"Well?" pressed Landa, his eyes boring into Hellstrom so fiercely that Dieter visibly winced, "what do you think?"

"Good idea, Standartenführer" replied Hellstrom, his voice strangled and strained.

"Well why don't you try now then, Dieter?" Landa teased.

Shosanna turned to Landa; things were going too far.

"Hans, please," she whispered pleadingly, "stop it."

Landa ignored her.

"Well come on then, Dieter," Landa said, grinning in anticipation, "join us over here."

Landa leaned across Shosanna's lap and patted the empty seat next to her.

"Come here and sit next to Emmanuelle," Landa said, a gently threatening tone clear in his voice.

Hellstrom looked at Landa, his clear eyes widening in an appeal for the humiliation to stop. Shosanna sat rigid, unable to stop what was unravelling around her.

"Please, Standartenführer," said Hellstrom quietly, before Landa cut him off.

"Now!"

With extreme reluctance, Hellstrom rose from his seat and walked over to the sofa, sitting down next to Shosanna. The seat was small and they were uncomfortably close, Shosanna now able to hear Hellstrom's ragged, nervous breathing.

Landa sank back into his seat, and drank deeply from his glass. Toying with Hellstrom never ceased to be hugely entertaining.

"Well go on, Dieter," said Landa, "try out your best charms of the young Mademoiselle."

Despite his fear, Hellstrom seemed to have completely frozen, his face burning and his lips firmly clamped together. Shosanna was shocked to find that she actually felt quite sorry for him, Landa's cruel games entirely geared towards making him the victim.

Landa laughed.

"You'll have to excuse Dieter, Emmanuelle," Landa said, addressing Shosanna, "he's not very good with women."

Hellstrom looked at Landa with hurt reproach, shame etched painfully into his face. Landa gave no response.

"Perhaps you should follow the examples of more successful men," Landa said, suddenly grabbing Shosanna and kissing her forcefully on the lips.

Shosanna gasped in surprise at the sudden contact, her mouth opening slightly as Landa slid his tongue deep into her throat. He pressed against her mouth with such force that Shosanna was pushed back against Hellstrom, her back wedged against his side and their heads touching. She felt Hellstrom shifting to try and move away but there was precious little room on the sofa for any manoeuvre. Landa's hands ran fast over Shosanna's body; he opened one eye to make sure Hellstrom was watching as he forced his hand up her skirt and allowed it to rest between her legs.

With a violent shove, Shosanna forced Landa off her.

"I'm going to bed," she gasped, storming from the room, unable to take any more.

"Me too," Hellstrom said, much more quietly but also simmering with anger.

Landa laughed openly as both of them marched firmly upstairs, Shosanna slamming the bedroom door and Hellstrom shutting his as gently as possible, as if to echo how much he wished he had the nerve to slam it.

Hellstrom stood in front of the mirror, angrily brushing away hot tears that spilled down his cheeks. He was furious at himself for reacting like this. He was a soldier, an officer, and officers did not cry when they were upset.

He sat on the bed, his head thumping dully with the first aching of excessive alcohol. Landa had humiliated him and subjected him to his sadistic games many times before, but never in front of others. However embarrassed Hellstrom felt when he looked back at the past indignities he had been subjected to, his comfort was that it was only Landa who had witnessed them. The pain of being embarrassed in front of that brazen little French whore was almost too much to bear.

Hellstrom undressed quickly and threw himself miserably into bed, hoping the night would pass quickly and he could leave as early as possible.

"You were pretty horrible to him," Shosanna said as she watched Landa undress. In her annoyance she had completely forgotten to pretend to go to her own bedroom in front of Hellstrom. She was now sitting on Landa's bed, listlessly smoking a cigarette.

Landa looked over at her scornfully as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"A bit of womanly pity?" he asked teasingly.

Shosanna shrugged.

"I'm just saying that you were really horrible to him," she repeated, "he looked very upset."

"Slightly speaking out of place wouldn't you say, Emmanuelle?" said Landa irritably.

"I'm sharing your bed," Shosanna replied coldly, "I think that gives me a right to speak."

Landa shrugged and started to hang up his uniform. Perhaps he had gone a little too far. Dieter was terribly good fun to play with, but everybody had their breaking point.

Landa finished sorting his clothes and walked over to the bed, giving Shosanna a playful smile as he did. Despite her anger, she did not push him away as he sat down next to her and gently pushed her back so that they were lying down. He sighed contentedly as he snuggled his face into her hair, his hand gently stroking her stomach. Shosanna stroked his hand back; she wanted to stay angry with him, but found him too hard to resist. Upon seeing that she was responsive, Landa pressed himself closer, sighing heavier as his groin rubbed against her hip. The temptation to let him take her was strong but Shosanna had something more important on her mind.

"He seems quite smitten with you," she said, tensing slightly in anticipation of his reaction.

Landa propped himself up onto his elbow and looked at her in surprise.

"Who?" he asked.

Shosanna rolled her eyes impatiently.

"Who do you think?" she said impatiently.

Landa laughed easily and relaxed once again.

"A harmless crush," he said nonchalantly.

Shosanna shifted onto her side so that she could look at Landa properly.

"Don't lie to me, Hans," she said firmly, "what is going on between you and him?"

Landa narrowed his eyes and studied her as if trying to judge how much he should reveal. With a wide smile he decided to once again test her boundaries.

"Dieter gives me a lot of pleasure," Landa said slyly, "he has a very willing and obliging nature, if you understand my meaning."

Shosanna's body tensed. She knew this was going to be the answer she received, but hearing it confirmed from Landa's lips was still shocking.

"You fuck each other?" she asked, burning with curiosity.

"Does that shock you?" Landa asked.

Shosanna thought for a moment before answering.

"No," she said carefully, "it..."

She couldn't quite finish her sentence. The realisation that she found this revelation both intoxicating and arousing was an unsettling discovery.

Landa resumed his position, beginning to kiss her neck and allow his hands to wander over her body. Shosanna gave a little sigh of pleasure as his hand once again began to move up her leg, firmly squeezing her firm flesh before his fingers brushed gently at the very top. Before he could do anything else, Shosanna pushed his hand away.

"Go to him," she whispered deeply into his ear.

Landa flinched, stopping immediately as the words hit him.

"What?" he asked incredulously.

Shosanna sat up and looked into Landa's confused face, her arousal taking control and making her ask for this strange request.

"Go to him now," she repeated, "I want to watch you."

It took Landa a full minute to completely absorb what she was asking. He watched her closely, waiting to see if any shred of doubt or suggestion that this was some form of joke was evident on her face. There was none. Her eyes were bright with excitement, her breathing heavy with anticipation. Landa shivered and grinned back at her. Even he had underestimated quite how open this girl was to discovering darker pleasures.

Hellstrom had fallen into a light and fitful sleep, waking up continuously as his troubled mind whirled with thoughts. He moved around uncomfortably and kept rearranging the covers in the hope of trying to relax properly. He had finally slipped into a reasonably steady stream of sleep.

He was unsure at first whether he was dreaming when he first felt hands on his body. He moved around again, trying to shake off the strange, hot feeling that was creeping over his limbs. He jolted as he felt someone moving over him, kicking away the bedcovers and breathing warmly onto his face.

Hellstrom struggled through the murky waves of sleep that still clung to him and tried to fight his way back to full consciousness. This was not a dream but he could not work out exactly what was happening.

The feeling of wet lips against his made him gasp in shock as his mind became fully awake. The room was dark, only the glow of the moon outside shedding any light through the window. Hellstrom lay still, impatiently waiting whilst his eyes adjusted to the dimness. His waiting was interrupted by a sharp stab of pleasure in stomach. He moaned loudly as he felt a finger penetrate him, one that was slippery and cold with lubricant.

With his senses now fully alert, Hellstrom did not need his eyes to recognise the touch and smell of the body above him. He arched his back and parted his legs as he responded blissfully to Landa's touch. His joy was only momentarily interrupted as a tiny logical voice asked him why Landa had left the bed which contained his young lover. But as he felt Landa slide himself deep into his body, all of Hellstrom's logic and sense dissolved into enjoyment.

Outside in the landing Shosanna watched, her face pressed against the crack between the door and the wall. She had briefly hesitated with guilt at Hellstrom's lack of awareness that he was the subject of her voyeurism, but this was quickly forgotten once Landa entered the room. She watched with intense fascination, the sweaty male bodies moving together with increasing frenzy. She sank to the floor and breathed through her own arousal into the darkness, more thankful than ever to be here with Landa.