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Klink was on his third shot of Schnapps; it burnt his throat on the way down, but he needed it. He wasn't a drinker, but with all that had happened within the past few weeks, a few shots couldn't hurt. Or a dozen, either way. He was without an idea on what to do.

He had barely spoken a word to Colonel Hogan since the outburst in his office earlier that week, and he wasn't sure when he would again. Guilt paralysed his body; guilt, fear, repulsion, confusion, the whole bang lot. He was unable to stay focused on anything these days, and if he didn't shape up, somehow, someone might suspect something. Klink shivered; the Schnapps was slowly making everything feel slightly better. If only that were true.

He sat alone in his quarters, his thin body coated by his dressing gown. He should probably go to bed soon, for it was late. But he just didn't feel tired. Anxiety was manipulating his mind, begging him not to sleep. He was in trouble.

'HERR KOMMANDANT!'

Klink spilt his shot glass of remaining Schnapps all over his lap, swearing in German to himself. That blundering idiot, what did he want now?'

'What is it, Schultz!?' Klink growled back, springing up off of his sofa. The front door of his quarters swung open, but he did not spy the fat, booming Sergeant; no, instead he saw Hogan. Taken by surprise, Klink's mouth parted, seemingly to address the American flyer, but no words formulated. Schultz soon came thundering in after Hogan.

'Herr Kommandant, Colonel Hogan insists he speak with you! I tried to reason with him but –'

'Well this is a matter of importance, Schultz!' said Hogan, in his usual, comical tone of voice. 'I need a word with the Kommandant!'

'At this time of night?' Klink squinted, straightening up his monocle. 'This couldn't wait for the morning, I suppose?'

'Nope,' Hogan grinned, amused eyes trailing down to the Schnapps stain on Klink's lap. 'However, if I was interrupting something…?'

'No!' Klink flushed, looking back to Schultz. 'Very well I'll deal with this menace now. Back to guard duty, Schultz!'

'Yes, Herr Kommandant!'

Schultz saluted, before returning to his post, leaving both the German and American officer alone. Visibly frustrated by Hogan's presence, Klink returned to his Schnapps, grumbling,

'What do you want, Hogan? Make it quick. I am tired.'

Hogan casually took a seat on Klink's sofa, his hands inside his bomber jacket's pockets. Klink watched him closely, suspiciously; he couldn't figure out just what it was Hogan wanted, to have bullied Schultz into allowing him in, so late at night. Klink was curious, yes. His heart rate had increased the moment his blue eyes spied Hogan.

'Well?' he hissed, impatiently.

'… Well what do you want me to say?'

'What do you mean, what do you want me to say?' Klink growled. 'You are the one who came here to speak to me! I am no mind reader, Hogan!'

'I'm sorry,' said Hogan, finally. He peered up to Klink, his bruised face laced with remorse. 'I'm sorry about the other day in your office. I'm sorry about everything. I, I didn't mean half the things I said. Well, I did, but not at you. I'm angry at myself. I'm angry at things I just can't seem to control. I'm just, sorry.'

'I don't understand any of this, Hogan!' Klink exhaled, dropping down onto the sofa next to Hogan. 'I don't know what is going on! This, whatever it is, it isn't right! It's wrong! It's, it's repulsive! It's disgusting!'

'And you don't think I know that?' Hogan snapped. 'Do you think I'm proud of how I feel?'

'But, why Hogan!? Why do you feel this way!?'

'Why do you feel this way?'

'Well I – I – who said I felt this way at all!? You are putting words into my mouth!'

'To be honest, Kommandant, that's not all I'd like to put in your mouth –,'

'HOGAN, REALLY!' Klink was a hot, blistering red. Hogan knew they were supposed to be having a serious conversation, but the opportunity to throw in that, sexual remark was just too good to ignore. Besides, Hogan didn't like serious, all the time. He always tried to lighten the situation by throwing in a play on words. Klink was pinker than a strawberry.

'Okay okay I'm sorry,' Hogan gestured for Klink to sit back down, trying to push aside his silly smirk. 'I haven't been thinking straight lately, I'm sorry.'

'Not thinking straight is right,' Klink muttered, returning to the sofa. 'This is a very serious situation you have put the both of us in, Hogan! And I want sorted out, tonight!'

'What's there to sort out?' Hogan shrugged. 'Look, I realise I was out of line the other day, but you've got to understand, Kommandant. The Gestapo didn't exactly give me a 5 star motel room, you know!'

'I understand that,' Klink said, quietly, as though the Gestapo were only in the next room. 'But really, Hogan, what do you expect of me? I tried to have you released, but to a certain extent! If I was desperately trying to break you out, they would get suspicious!'

'I know that, like I said, I'm sorry,' Hogan said, in a low voice. He gently moved forward to Klink, who recoiled instantly. Sighing, the American went on to say, 'you sure know how to make a guy feel wanted.'

'I don't want any guy to feel wanted!' Klink said through gritted teeth.

'Oh good, just me?'

'HOGAN this can't happen! We're officers of opposite sides! You're a prisoner, I'm your Kommandant! And most importantly, we are both men!'

'It's only love, Kommandant,' whispered Hogan, reaching his hand out for Klink's. 'In the end, we all die. We may as well live a happy life, the way we choose to live it.'

'Yes, that's all very well – but if we continue doing, doing this sort of filth, we won't have very long lives to enjoy!' Klink spluttered. 'We'll be lucky if we're not met by a firing squad next week!'

'It's a crazy war. Either of us could die at any moment. You could get transferred to the Russian front any day now, and me, heh well I could be shot any day for misconduct with my Kommandant! Why don't we just make the most of it while we still can?'

'… Hogan, it isn't right…'

'Oh how many times are you gonna throw that line at me? You saw how badly I looked a week ago when the Gestapo dropped me back off in camp, yeah?'

'Of course I saw it.'

'Then why don't you shut up and give me some tender love and care?'

Hogan leant forward once more, his hand caressing Klink's. This time, Klink neither had the time or control to avoid Hogan's advances. Instead, he sat his ground, shutting his eyes lightly as Hogan's lips met with his own. It was an odd feeling, to have another man's lips upon his; the smell of Hogan's cologne waffled up his nostrils. Hogan could kiss, there was no doubt about that. Klink's body was literally tingling from the impression.

Hogan parted from their kiss, a little disappointed that Klink hadn't reacted positively. Actually, he had barely reacted at all. He merely sat there, frozen solid, scrunching his eyes shut. Narrowing his brow, Hogan gave him a bit of a nudge, defrosting his tenseness.

'Don't make it awkward now or anything, sir,' he said, sarcastically.

'Well how on earth do you expect me not to!?'

'You're not doing anything for my self-esteem!'

'Oh don't complain, you don't need any more encouragement! Your ego is big enough!'

'Well you've gotta do something, Kommandant! Don't just sit there and let me suck your face off!'

'You are making all of this very uncomfortable,' said Klink, standing up. 'I think it's best you went back to your barracks for the night!'

'Pfft like hell,' said Hogan, springing up from the sofa. 'You said you wanted it sorted out tonight! And that's what we're going to do!'

'I meant talk it out! But you don't seem very interested in talking, Hogan!'

'Hey, actions speak louder than words!'

'Don't give me that nonsense!' Klink mumbled, dashing for another shot glass of Schnapps.

'How many of them have you had now?' Hogan asked, trailing behind Klink.

'Not enough,' Klink winced, shotting a full glass. 'And I think the longer you stay here, the more I will need.'

'Oh don't be like that, sir,' said Hogan, taking a hold of the Schnapps bottle. 'Come on, sit back down. We'll talk.'

Reluctantly, Klink allowed Hogan to guide him back to the sofa, a little tipsy from the alcohol. Although he didn't much like the idea of Klink getting drunk off his face, Hogan supposed a little bit of Schnapps might ease the Kommandant's tensions. Still, Klink didn't seem very good at holding his liquor, no matter what he bragged.

'…Hogan,' Klink began, burring his face in his hands. 'Of all the lives you had to ruin, why are you ruining mine? Why did you pick me? Can't you see that my life is already a classic example of failure?'

'You're not a failure, Colonel,' said Hogan, seated comfortably close to Klink. 'You run the toughest POW camp in all of Germany! And, if it means anything to you, of all the people I could have… You're the only one I want.'

Klink's body shivered; Hogan's soothing whisper was hot in his ear. Something was telling him that refusing was pointless. If Klink really didn't want this, he could have done something about it, by now. But that obviously wasn't the case, for he had allowed Hogan this far.

He wanted it too.

He turned to face Hogan, peering down at him through his monocle. Hogan's facial injuries had healed quite a lot, comparison to how they were last week, but the bruising was still present. He looked handsome, though. Nothing could ruin that manly beauty Hogan held.

'… I don't know what you expect of me, Hogan. I'm not exactly accustomed to this, sort of behaviour, you know. I can guarantee you, already, that I will disappoint you. I always disappoint everyone.'

'We'll just see, alright?' Hogan purred, caressing the back of Klink's head. 'But I have a very hard feeling that you'll satisfy me just fine.'

Their lips connected once more; this time, there was somewhat more enthusiasm on Klink's part, for he had finally given in to temptation. Somehow, his senses had at last accepted that Hogan was simply irresistible.

Hogan's hands gently stroked the back of Klink's neck, his tongue dancing with his. He could taste Schnapps, but this went unnoticed; Hogan's mind was too preoccupied with exhilaration. He wasn't sure how far Klink would go, but at least he was complying. Hogan's burning desires were slowly becoming reality, and it was driving him insane.

Klink had never felt emotions such as these ever before in his lifetime. He wasn't even sure what to make of himself! Here he was, practically on top of Hogan, on his sofa, in his quarters, kissing him like he had never kissed before. And what made it more bizarre, Hogan was literally begging for Klink to take control of him. Why? Klink had always viewed Hogan as a man of authority; a man who strived on being in absolute control. And here he was, beneath Klink, moaning into his mouth, arms wrapped around his neck. The whole thing was just so dreamlike; Klink wasn't sure whether it was the gush of excitement pulsing through him, or the Schnapps, but everything was in a daze. However, the daze-like atmosphere was suddenly thrown back into reality, when Klink felt Hogan's firm hand beginning to massage the outside of his groin area. Unable to restrain a gasp, Klink shivered.

'Mmm doesn't take you long, does it Kommandant?' Hogan whirred.

'Hogan,' Klink muttered, 'I, I –'

'I think you might have to start calling me by my first name, after all, I think it's safe to say we're both on a very personal level here,' whispered Hogan, his hand working the outside of Klink's damp nightgown.

'That can be discussed after,' mumbled Klink, looking up from Hogan, 'but this cannot continue, here!'

'Why not? We've already started, we should finish, you know, otherwise I'll be a pretty cranky little prisoner!'

'Stop wise cracking, Hogan! Schultz or one of my other guards could knock at any moment! I don't know about you, Colonel, but this is something I would rather they did not see!'

'Well then, that's simple! We move into your bedroom!'

'What? No!' Klink spluttered, trying to climb off of Hogan. But Hogan wasn't going to give up, he had waited too long for the Kommandant to back out now! Tightening his grip on Klink's crotch, Hogan whispered,

'And why not?'

Stopped in his tracks by the throbbing sensations between his legs, Klink let out a defeated sigh. He knew Hogan wouldn't give up, and he knew he didn't want him to. Without saying a word, Klink pushed himself off of Hogan, reluctantly gesturing for him to follow. Satisfied with himself, Hogan trailed behind him, barely able to contain his thrill. The both of them were now alone in Colonel Klink's bedroom. The door was shut.

'… We should not be doing this,' Klink said finally, his hand resting on the doorknob. 'This is wrong on so many levels!'

'Oh shut up,' Hogan sniggered, throwing himself onto Klink's bed. Positioned on his back, legs spread apart, the American glanced up at Klink, a dirty smirk on his face. Klink felt his knees weaken; he was so torn between eagerness, and absolute terror. So many dangerous scenarios were racing through his head, all at once.

'Come on, Colonel,' Hogan said finally, reaching out for Klink's hands. 'We ain't got all night, you know.'

'You should be in the barracks!'

'And you should be in my mouth. Now shut up.'

Hogan pulled Klink down onto the bed, on top of himself. Their noses were touching; Hogan could feel Klink's hardness pressing up against his own.

'Hogan…'

'Call me by my first name. You do remember it, yes?'

'Of course I do,' Klink grumbled, 'Robert.'

'There we go! Wasn't hard, was it? Though, this is…'

Klink couldn't help but groan; Hogan's hand had come in contact with his groin again. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do; surely this time, Hogan would expect something in return, but what? Klink hadn't done this before! And even when he had been with other women, he highly doubted his given "favours" were very good at all.

'… Hogan – I mean, Robert,' Klink whispered, is mind a tad bit foggy from the stimulation of Hogan's hand. 'I… I'm not sure what I'm… supposed to do…'

'Well, just try to keep in mind, my anatomy's a little different from a woman's.'

'I think I know that.'

'Good. Don't worry about anything, Colonel! It will come naturally.'

'This isn't natural though!'

'Look we're doing too much talking,' Hogan groaned, untying Klink's nightgown. 'Do you usually leave your monocle on? Take it off, just in case we break it again.'

'Alright, I take it off,' Klink whispered, placing his monocle on the bedside table.

'Take the nightgown off while you're at it,' said Hogan, removing his jacket, followed by his uniform shirt. Unable to ignore the sight of a shirtless Hogan, Klink quickly pealed off his nightgown, throwing it aside. He wasn't as muscular as the American, but he defiantly had more chest hair. Klink was suddenly overcome with embarrassment; he was practically lying naked next to an American prisoner of war. Another male.

Pulling the sheets over his now completely exposed body, he swivelled away from Hogan. What the hell was he doing, again? Why was he in bed with Hogan?

But talking reasonings over wasn't what Hogan had in mind; once again the two of them were lip-locked, hormones and hands raging everywhere. With the American Colonel's hands now fondling with Klink's raw hardness, Klink found it particularly hard to focus on any sort of pondering. His body was surging with sparks of sexual electricity.

With one arm around Klink's neck, the other hand around his erection, Hogan worked his magic; the German officer was squirming above him, moaning into his mouth. Unable to resist any longer, Hogan took both his own and Klink's hardness into the same hand, massaging them together. Klink had little time to feel repulsed from the action, for he was enjoying it all too much. Who cared if another man's penis was grinding against his own? It was only Hogan, after all. All that fretting, all that frustration didn't seem to matter now; how could something be wrong, when it felt so good? When it felt so, right?

'Kommandant,' Hogan purred, their lips parting ever so slightly, 'lay on your back. I want to try something.'

'Try what?' Klink blinked, a slight tinge of panic present in his shaky voice.

'Don't worry,' Hogan grinned, wriggling out from beneath Klink's long, thin naked body. Klink complied with Hogan's request. However, the idea of Hogan sighting him completely nude struck a cord of embarrassment, so Klink pulled the sheets up over his body.

Rolling his eyes, Hogan mumbled, 'Sir, I can't do it if you're under the sheets!'

'What is it you think you're going to do?'

'You don't trust me, do you?' Hogan sighed.

'Of course I don't trust you!'

'Well you're gonna have to.'

Slowly, but surely, Klink allowed Hogan to peal down the covers, once again exposing his bare body. Now Hogan was kneeling upright, however, the German Colonel was able to spy a better view of Hogan's entire body – unclothed. He felt himself blush upon eyeing the American's erect genitals; Klink couldn't recall ever seeing another man's hardness, other than his own. Hogan was indeed well built; package included. Klink suddenly felt undesirable; he was lanky, hairy in all places besides where he needed it most, and more than likely less experienced than Hogan. So what did Hogan want with him, again? Did Hogan truly desire him?

Klink couldn't help but doubt it greatly.

Hogan hovered above Klink, wondering how he should go about his next move. He figured Klink was feeling vulnerable and bemused, even now. He probably thought at any minute, Hogan would tell him he was only kidding around, and make a queer fool out of him in front of the entire camp. But Hogan would never do that to him. Well, he did always make a fool out of him, but not tonight. Tonight, somehow, he would try to make up for all he had done, and for once, let the German Colonel finish up feeling like the winner. Because that's what you do for the ones you love.

But Hogan had never done any of this before, either. He didn't really know what they would end up doing. He was hornier than he had ever been before, but he needed keep control. He wanted to prove himself to Klink. And so, he would.

'Ho – I mean, Robert, is something wrong?'

'No, no why would there be?' Hogan said, snapping back into reality.

'You are just kneeling there!'

'I was just thinking, that's all.'

'About what?'

'About this.'

'What are you –' but Klink wasn't able to finish that sentence off with words. Only moans. For Hogan had just taken Klink's throbbing erection into his mouth.

Hogan wasn't quite sure how to do it properly, for until recently, he had never even considered taking another man's penis into his own mouth. But there he was, swirling his tongue around the tip of Klink's manhood, slowly moving his hand up and down. He might have never done it before, but the American flyer had had it enough from countless women to know what he liked.

Klink's mind was clouded; he could not believe Hogan was between his thighs, warm, wet lips moving up and down over the tip of his head. It was just simply amazing; not only the sensations, but the emotional side of it, as well. This was Colonel Hogan sucking his vital parts! Not Hilda, not some drunk maiden he had picked up at the bar, but Colonel Hogan! Klink threw his head back into his pillow, digging his fingernails into the mattress. Hogan's figures softly kneaded his sack, as he worked his tongue around every inch of Klink's erection. He wasn't really sure what he was doing, but judging by the groans and movements of Klink, he was doing something right. Hogan's own hardness was desperately throbbing for attention, but he could wait. Watching Klink squirm under him was satisfying enough, for the moment.

'You'll have to excuse me, Kommandant,' Hogan mumbled, removing the German man's penis from his mouth, wiping the spit from his chin, 'I can't say I've ever sucked on a guy's dick before.'

His mouth met once again with Klink's, raw, aching erections grinding against one another. Klink wished Hogan hadn't stopped, for now he was literally sweating with excitement. He kissed just as passionately as Hogan was, fingers forking through the younger Colonel's wave of black hair. Hogan kissed his way up from Klink's shoulder to his earlobe, nibbling it through desperate groans. Somewhere during their acts of lust, Klink had forgotten all about the weirdness of touching another man's penis, for he now had Hogan in his hand, jerking it up and down in sync. Hogan was moaning the loudest, gnawing on the German officer's jaw line, his body literally trembling with pleasure. Their passion was almost animalistic.

'What have I gotta do, Klink,' Hogan groaned, his tongue tracing over the German's neck, 'What have I gotta do to prove myself to you? Can't you see how much I want you?'

'… Mmmm,' Klink managed to grunt, trying to keep his wrist movements at a steady pace.

'I'll show you, Kommandant,' the American boy purred, 'I'll show you how badly I want you.'

Hogan pulled Klink on top of him, their tongues entangling. Klink merely assumed Hogan would "prove" himself by making the both of them climax, by means of their hands. He had no idea the American Colonel was actually implying something else.

'… Have you got any lubricants?' Hogan breathed, his hormones visibly pulsing through his adrenalin pumped body.

'… Mmm in the top draw of my bedside table… Why?'

'Because I think we're going to need some help,' whispered Hogan, reaching for the top draw. Sweat dripping from his temples, Klink squinted down at Hogan, curious. Why, they both had pre cummed quite a bit; there really wasn't much need for lotion.

'Here,' Hogan mumbled, warming the lotion up in his hands before plastering it over Klink's throbbing manhood. Weakening at the sensations of Hogan's hands, Klink shakily held his balance on the American's raised knee. Expecting Hogan to do the same for his own penis, Klink was a little confused when he saw him return the lotion to its draw.

'… Aren't you…?'

'Oh, I'll be fine,' said Hogan, flashing that gorgeous smirk of his. 'I told you I wanted to prove to you that I was serious, that I desired you more than anyone, and this is how I'll do it.'

'… Do what?'

'Prove it to you.'

'… How so?'

'I want you to fuck me,' said Hogan, lust burning through his deep brown eyes. If Klink had been wearing his monocle, it would have dropped out of his eye.

'What?'

'I said, I wanted you to fuck me,' he repeated, amused by the expression on Klink's face.

'But, I, how?'

'What'd ya mean how? I've only got one hole you can use –'

'But – there? Are you sure? No, that, that couldn't possibly feel right –'

'And by that statement, I'm guessing you've never studied the male anatomy?' Sniggered Hogan, gently massaging his own erection. 'Look, don't worry about it. If I can't handle it, I'll tell you, alright?'

'… I, I'm not sure about this –'

'It's alright, Kommandant! But I hope you realise what all this means. You know I wouldn't give my ass to any old kraut –'

'Please, Hogan, do not make this any more embarrassing for me than it already is,' said Klink, looking somewhat nervous. Hogan figured the German officer wasn't exactly a professional when it came to sexual intercourse, and perhaps he was worried he would make a fool out of himself. Well, Hogan couldn't see anything more humiliating than offering your backside up to someone; but this someone was Klink. And Klink meant more to him than words could express.

'It will be fine, Kommandant,' said Hogan, hands caressing Klink's manhood. He didn't want Klink to feel anxious, as though he would be judged. No, he wanted Klink to feel good, to feel in control. To feel like a success.

Hogan had a little knowledge on a male's prostate, and he had defiantly heard a bit about queers and how they "relieve" themselves, but he wasn't entirely sure how it would all pan out, and whether he would be able to climax from such, unusual stimulation. But he wanted it. Some strange corner of his soul wanted Klink to make love to him.

So, carefully, Hogan got onto his hands and knees, positioning himself to what he thought might be most comfortable. It was better Klink didn't see his face, for the American flyer knew it would probably be riddled with pain.

Unsure of how to approach the situation, Klink took a hold of his erection, kneading the head with his thumb. He shivered; a part of him wanted to hoe into Hogan, show him the authority he held over him. But most of him was generally concerned for the American prisoner, for he didn't want to hurt him.

'Just, take it easy, alright?' Hogan said, peering back over his shoulder to Klink. 'Don't ram it up me –'

'Please, Hogan, don't say such inappropriate things,' flushed Klink, taking a hold of Hogan's left buttocks cheek. 'I'm… not so sure about this…'

'Ease it in, slowly,' Hogan replied. He took a deep breath of air and closed his eyes. Without a doubt, no matter how much lotion he had smothered on, it was still going to hurt.

With one quivering hand, Klink aimed his manhood against Hogan's tight opening, sweat trickling from his temples. As gently as he could, he pressed his hardness, allowing a little less than a centimetre to enter the American's opening.

Hogan tensed, gritting his teeth. Trying his best to relax, he muffled into the mattress,

'Keep going, slowly…'

Obeying his command, Klink continued, trying to control his nervous, shaking hand. By now, he had almost completely entered the head of his penis. He watched the back of Hogan's body, unsure of what to do next.

'… Is, is it alright?'

'Yeah,' Hogan lied, biting down hard on his knuckles. 'Keep going…'

The pain was unlike Hogan had every felt before. It splintered throughout his backside, burning his insides. Part of him wanted to kick Klink off of him, to forget about the whole "love making" process and go back to getting each other off by hand. But he couldn't. He said he would prove himself, and Colonel Robert E. Hogan was a man of his word.

But he was barely able to contain the pain.

'Argh,' he winced, chewing his knuckles.

'You are in pain,' Klink gasped, 'here, I take it out –'

'No!' Hogan growled, angrily. 'Keep going, you're almost inside!'

'But, but Robert –'

'Keep going!'

Unwillingly, Klink continued. But he couldn't deny, the tightness of Hogan's hole was ever so arousing. He had never felt such, intense tension before. Blood was literally pulsing through his thick hardness.

… Almost there… Just a bit further in…

'Now, I'm sure you know what to do next,' Hogan grunted, pain gushing through him. 'Just do it, slowly.'

So as cautiously as Klink could, he moved in and out of Hogan, his hands rested upon the American Colonel's hips. He had to use every ounce of self control inside of him not to speed up, for the pressure of Hogan's entrance was almost too much to handle. A groan escaped his lips. For Hogan, finally, the pain was beginning to ease. It still felt uncomfortable, nevertheless, but he hoped that would soon fade. After all, this is what he wanted.

The more Hogan relaxed, the better it began to feel; and with Klink literally panting from behind him, his arousal quickly returned. There was something inside of him, something Klink's hard penis was rubbing against as he thrust into him, that made Hogan whimper with delight. It was a somewhat abnormal sensation, but it was a good one, nevertheless.

'Does, does it hurt?' Klink mumbled, breathlessly.

'No,' Hogan panted, 'no, please Kommandant, harder.'

'Are, are you sure –'

'Just fuck me, Colonel!' He pled, blinded with extreme pleasure. 'God… Hard… Harder!'

Klink pounded into him, quivering with uncontrollable infatuation. He had never made love like this before. He had never felt so in control, so desired. Hogan was literally begging for him. Confidence took rule of his body. He worked his aching erection deep into Hogan.

'Oh god… Oh god!' the American flyer cried, aggressively tugging his pulsing manhood. The stimulation was driving him insane. He wanted to scream for Klink to keep thrusting into him, to shower him in his warm, white seed of love. For the moment, both had forgotten they were in a POW camp. Both had forgotten they were enemies of the second world war. Those things didn't matter anymore. Tonight, they were lovers.

Laying Hogan down on his back, Klink positioned himself between his thighs, one of Hogan's legs propped over his shoulder. Upon entering, he watched the American boy with desperate interest. Hogan threw his head back, moaning loudly, his expression perceptibly pleading for Klink to fuck him. Perspiring, Klink gave Hogan his wish, ploughing into him without restraint. He had never seen Hogan so submissive, so willing, so yearning. And he loved it.

'It… It doesn't… hurt…?' Klink panted, trying to keep his pelvis thrusting at a constant speed. Seemingly unable to hold back from grunting, the American replied,

'… I don't think I'd be making these sort of noises if it did, Kommandant… Oh Christ… Oh Christ Colonel… Deep… deeper… Mmmm… yeah… fuck!' Hogan gasped, excess saliva oozing from the corner of his mouth.

'R-robert,' Klink whimpered, his hand clutching Hogan's shoulder, his heavy sack aching for release, 'I'm… Mien Gott… I don't know h-how, how much longer I can… I can…'

'I'm just about… just about to…' Hogan panted, beating himself, 'Please, Kommandant, make me… make me cum… God… Oh god… Oh GOD!'

The very second Klink spied warm, white fluid spray out of Hogan's erection, he withdrew, instantly joining him in their shared moments of ecstasy. It was such a powerful release, that both men's love liquid squirted up past Hogan's chest, reaching his chin. Trembling from the experience, Klink collapsed down beside Hogan, panting like he had just ran a marathon. His entire body was paralysed with the shadows of orgasmic pleasure. Neither spoke a word for a few good long minutes, exhaustion overwriting them. Then, eventually, Hogan spoke.

'… I don't usually swear, Kommandant, but fuck.'

'I believe, you took the words right out of my mouth,' Klink exhaled, staring up at the ceiling, his own heart beat visible.

'You sure fucked me! … Fuck…'

'Alright Hogan, you've said it three times now,' Klink sighed, in a worn out voice, 'I don't need to hear that profanity again.'

'But polite words can't describe what you just did to me, sir!'

'We won't be using any words to describe what I did to you,' said Klink, turning to Hogan. There was an enormous grin across the young American's lips. 'What is so funny?'

'You know, Kommandant,' he laughed, 'I won't be able to shit right for a month!'

'Oh Hogan don't say such rude comments!' Klink flushed.

'I think I need a wet flannel, it's getting crusty,' sniggered Hogan, unable to contain his glee. Blushing, Klink silently agreed, dressing himself and disappearing into the bathroom for a wash towel. By the time he had returned, Hogan had put his brown pants back on, the pain he must have felt around his backside noticeable, from the grimace look on his face.

'You are in pain?' Klink asked, handing him the damp wash cloth.

'Oh nothing I can't handle,' said Hogan, casually. 'Though, if it's alright, Colonel, I think I just need to lay back down for a second…'

'Yes, do!' Klink said, in air of panic. Regardless of whether he had made Hogan scream in pleasure, he still injured him. And for that, he couldn't help but feel a strong pinch of guilt. So, the both of them laid side by side, unsure of what came next.

'… Hogan?'

'Mmmm?'

'… What… I mean to say… What now?' Klink whispered.

'That's up to you, Colonel,' said Hogan, turning his head to face Klink.

'Me?'

'Yep. The ball's in your court. Tonight proved to me that my own feelings were genuine, that I wasn't just confused, or frustrated with everything that's happened to me. Somehow, for some complete insane reason, I've developed feelings for you. You can't pick and choose who you fall in love with, Kommandant.'

'… Then, does that mean you… well… you know…'

'Mmmm you know what?'

'Fancy… that sort…?'

'Pfft heck no,' Hogan snorted, amused by the Kommandant's innocent curiosity, 'sorry Kommandant, even though tonight was probably the best sexual experience of my life, I can't really say I'm attracted to the male anatomy. It's just you I'm attracted to.'

'… But, how do I know you aren't lying?' Klink mumbled, heavy exhaustion present in his hoarse voice. 'You're a prisoner of war! You aren't supposed to feel like this towards me…'

'It's only love,' whispered Hogan, 'we're only humans. It's only life. We can't control everything. Things just happen. Feelings just happen. How do you feel, Kommandant?'

'… Tired,' Klink mumbled, resting his eyes. 'Exhausted. A little confused. Relaxed, yet anxious.'

'Mentally, Kommandant. How do you feel mentally?'

'Anxiety is a mental feeling!'

'I mean how do you feel in relation to me?'

'… A little confused. Relaxed, yet anxious.'

'You already used them!'

'Well I thought they were appropriate,' Klink mumbled, barely awake. 'What do you want me to say, Hogan? Some things do not need to be spoken. Besides, I think you already know the answer.'

'… Really?'

'… Ja.'

'Heh… Did they teach you that in your air force training?'

'… Teach mir vas…?'

'How to fuck like a fighter-bomber?'

'… Hogan,' Klink winced, 'even laying here, in complete and utter exhaustion, after making love to you, I could still round up the strength to strangle you… und nein…'

Hogan lay there, his body tingling all over from the night's events. He was thinking of what to say next; something witty and explicit that would fluster Klink. But, as he allowed his mind and thoughts to wonder, something unfortunate happened. Hogan drifted off to sleep.

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