A Little Disagreement

A Little Disagreement


"I know what you're trying to do."

It wasn't that I didn't trust Hugo Stiglitz. He'd proved himself, at least good enough for the Lieutenant, and that was good enough for me. Stiglitz was on our side, and he'd offed the Nazis to prove it. The fact he wasn't Jewish wasn't an issue - Aldo wasn't Jewish, but he was fighting right alongside the rest of us, helping us get some back for all our relatives that had been murdered at Nazi hands. The fact that Stiglitz was German... well, Wicki was almost German, and that wasn't a huge difference, right? So my issue with Hugo Stiglitz had nothing to do with who he was or where he was from. I'd watched him in the weeks since he joined us, since we'd saved his ass and gained his crazy Nazi killing skills, and as I watched him, I grew more and more certain of his game. It was... a matter of rights. Rights to do certain things, and who ought to do them.

"I know what you're trying to do," I told him, approaching him one night just after sundown, where we'd set up camp in a clearing. We'd cleared out the two patrols in the area, but we still stood guard, Stiglitz offering to take first watch with the Lieutenant. I caught him in the trees beyond the edge of the clearing, perched on a tree stump as he cleaned and oiled the pieces of his machine gun. His large, impressive looking machine gun.

He glanced over as I spoke, regarding me for the briefest moment before going back to his task, saying more clearly in action than in words that he didn't care to concern himself with whatever I might have to say.

I frowned, toeing the dirt beside one of the cartridges. "You know," I told him, "back in Boston we would have called something like this bragging. If you'd been able to carry a machine gun in Boston."

"I do not care vat you do vith your guns in Boston," he replied simply, not looking up

"Or maybe you're compensating for something else," I continued, satisfied to see his eyes narrow slightly.

"Or maybe you are jealous," he returned, though his voice remained low and calm. "Is zat vat your issue is, Donovitz? Hm?"

I frowned, and took a step closer, lowering my voice to match his. "You wanna tell me what your game is, kraut? I've seen the way you look at Aldo."

"Ich bin scharf auf ihn," he said, a little smirk playing about his lips, and my eyes narrowed.

"Say that to my face. In English."

"Fine." He finished putting the gun back together and set it aside, pulling a box of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and lighting one. "I vant to fuck vith him."

The turn of phrase was wrong, but I knew what he meant, and I frowned. "You stay the hell away from Aldo. He's spoken for."

"By who?" He glanced over, looking me up and down pointedly. "I don't see you doing anysing about it," he replied, taking a long pull of his heavy German cigarette. "I don't sink you are man enough to take it from a someone like Aldo."

I felt my blood boil. "What the hell did you just say?"

He stood, taking another drag of his cigarette and stepping closer to me, the air heavy with the scent of tobacco. "Aldo's fine schwanz vould make you cry like a little girl. Better to leave zat to a real man."

"Why don't you take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut," I shot, straightening my shoulders to remind him that I had two inches on him, and that those two inches were solid goddamn muscle. "No one out-performs the Bear Jew."

He merely gave a soft snort, glancing over at me with a smirk, and his calm demeanour only made me more angry. "So you say. But der Bärenjude has not killed sirteen Gestapo officers vith his bare hands."

"You wanna see what the Bear Jew can do with his bare hands? Huh? You make a move on the lieutenant and so help me I'll - "

"I vould love to," he said with a smirk, tossing away his cigarette butt and beckoning me forward with his fingers. "Come. Show me."

I pulled back and let one fly without further encouragement, catching him square in the jaw. Maybe it wasn't the wisest course of action considering the man had violently murdered at least thirteen krauts, but I'd taken out more with my bat, and I knew I could take anything he threw at me. He was strong, his first blows to my jaw and bicep smarting like hell, but it just spurned me on. Fighting with Stiglitz, like any brawl, was a blur of anger and adrenaline, of action and reaction. Of strength and agility, of spitting blood from my mouth and rolling with the punches, pushing away the pain to get my own back.

Stiglitz was agile, I had to hand that to him. I'd fought a lot of guys in my time - guys who were tough, guys who thought they were tough, and every kind in between. They all went down eventually, and he would too. He wasn't as big as some, but he was solid, like punching a cement wall, and he hit like a hammer. At one point he swept my legs out from under me, and I barely managed to roll out of the way to avoid his kick, grabbing his leg and pulling him down with me.

We grappled on the ground for a time before I finally managed to pin him under me, my thighs clamped tight against his hips to keep him from trying to squirm away, my weight on my hands where they held his forearms down against the dirt. We were both panting, and I could feel an impressive bruise blossoming on my cheekbone where one of his blows had landed. My bottom lip was bloody where my teeth had been driven through it, but he was far more colourful, sporting a bloody nose. He spit a mouthful of blood to the side onto the dirt. "All right. If you are villing to claim your victory, I vill let you have your lieutenant."

I stared down at him, trying to catch my breath. "What the fuck are you talking about, Stiglitz?"

He quirked an eyebrow and rolled his hips up against me, making me immediately aware of the fact that Hugo Stiglitz, the man who'd murdered thirteen Gestapo officers with his bare hands, the man who'd just tried to kick my ass, was sporting a very hard, very insistent erection that was pressed against my thigh. "Zat is what I am talking about."

"Holy Moses on a matzo."

He smirked. "Vell?"

"You crazy son of a - "

"Vat? You are not up to ze challenge?" He ground his hips up against mine again, and I knew he could feel my body responding. I don't think anyone could have been in my position without being at least a little bit aroused - straddling the muscular thighs of a man I'd just bested in a fight, adrenaline still pumping, feeling his cock against me saying without words that I'd turned the fucker on.

"Hey, I'm up for anything you can throw at me," I replied, rocking my hips back against him to prove a point. "You seriously telling me that if I fuck you, you'll relinquish all claim to Aldo?"

"I am saying zat if you do not fuck me, you are a fucking pussy," he replied, and I began to wonder if I'd really won this fight after all. "Come on, Bear Jew."

I heard a low growl escape my throat, part response to the challenge, part incredulousness at how fucked up this was. I wrenched his arms above his head, catching both wrists with one hand to free my other, which went to work on my belt, yanking my pants down enough to get my dick out. He arched up against me, muscles bunching and surging, but didn't fight it - he could have broken from my hold easily if he'd wanted to. "You just wanted a good fucking, didn't you?" I hissed, then moved up to kneel over his chest, letting the head of my cock nudge his lips. "Open."

"Zat's not - "

"Open," I repeated again, pressing against his mouth. "And don't you dare fucking bite."

He gave in with a low growl, taking the of my head in his mouth and sucking hungrily, glaring up at me through narrowed eyes. He did remarkably well considering the awkwardness of the position, taking the thrusts of my cock deep into his throat, tongue working wetly at me. I briefly considered just grabbing his head and fucking his mouth until I blew down his throat, to hell with what he wanted. Still, his offer to back off from Aldo - not to mention the fact that I didn't really want to leave Stiglitz wanting to kick my ass - was something I shouldn't overlook.

I pulled back and moved to the side, and he barely had time to get his knees under him as I hauled him around onto his stomach. I reached around to fumble with his his trousers, yanking them down his thighs, then pulled back just a little to take in my handiwork. His ass was just like the rest of him, tight and firm and toned, and I let one hand run over his bare skin as I held him down with the other hand between his shoulderblades. My fingers clenched at his hip, yanking him back against me, letting my erection rub between his cheeks, slick with his saliva. "Didn't have to be Aldo, did it? You'd take it up the ass from anyone who could beat the hell out of you, wouldn't you?"

"Shut up and fuck," he hissed, grinding back against me regardless of the rough fabric of my trousers scraping against his thighs. I chuckled despite myself, pulling back just a little and teasing him with the head of my cock, just to hear him grunt and curse, trying to rock back onto me.

"You know what we'd call guys like you back in Boston?" I asked, then started to press into him, easing the head of my cock past the tight ring of muscles, groaning as he shuddered and clenched around me. "Pay attention, 'cause here's some new English for you." I pressed deeper, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. "Kinky - fucking - degenerate - fuck, your ass is tight!"

He gave a breathless, throaty chuckle, rocking back against my cock, hands fisting in the patchy grass. "You are ze one doing ze fucking," he growled, then bucked back against me again, driving me deeper and making me groan. "Schwanzlutscher."

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to adjust to the feel of him under me, the way he clenched and shuddered around me. It was almost overwhelming how hot he was, hot tight, as I pulled back slowly, savouring the drag along my cock before giving another hard thrust, burying myself in him and hearing him groan. I'd be damned if I was going to give him the satisfaction of lasting longer than me, so I set up a slow, almost torturous pace, angling just right to hit against the spot that I knew would drive him crazy. I drew a sharp breath from him with each thrust, which was almost as satisfying as the way he tried to buck back against me, fighting against being held down the whole time. It was surprisingly thrilling to feel it, to struggle with him as we had with our fists, though fuck if this didn't feel a hell of a lot better.

"Fick mich härter Soldat." he muttered, bucking back against me, then repeating himself a little more urgently.

"I don't understand what the hell you're - "

Stiglitz gave a little exasperated groan, grabbing one of my hands off his hip and yanking it to his cock, closing my fingers around him. "Härter," he hissed, bucking back against me again as if to punctuate the demand. That I could understand clearly, and braced my free hand on the ground beside his, driving hard and deep into him, letting my thrusts push his cock into my hand. Every muffled, throaty groan from his lips sounded like the result of a fight to keep it restrained, and that only spurned me on, made me buck harder and deeper into the tight heat of his ass.

"Well, now. Ain't this just askin' for trouble. Mighty bold of you boys to be ruttin' out here when Stiglitz is supposed to be on watch."

Aldo's voice was the last one I expected to hear behind me, and I straightened, trying to keep my composure. I rocked against Stiglitz ever so slightly, teasing him, feeling him shudder under me, though I wasn't sure if it was in pleasure or rage at my words. "Just establishing the pecking order, Sir."

The Lieutenant looked almost amused, watching me as he circled us, crouching down in front of Stiglitz. "This consensual, Hugo?"

"Yessir," he growled, and I frowned.

"Course it's consensual. You want in on it?" I still didn't particularly want to share Aldo, of course, but I couldn't resist asking, knowing that even if he accepted it would only drive home to Stiglitz what was now mine.

Aldo glanced to me with a soft chuckle, actually looking like he was considering it, and I found I kind of liked the idea. He grabbed Stiglitz' face by his chin and tilted it up to look at him, rubbing his thumb across his lips. "Well?"

"If you vant," he replied, hissing as I thrust into him. "You might do a better job zan him."

"Hey!" I gave another hard thrust just to show my aggravation, just to make him gasp and shudder, and I didn't miss Aldo's appreciative smirk at it. He stood, moving back to me and undoing his belt, and he didn't have to say a word to get me to yank his pants undone, taking his quickly hardening cock in my mouth. That was the most blissful thing I'd done in a hell of a long time, fucking Hugo Stiglitz with Aldo's cock in between my lips, licking and sucking at him hungrily. The tang of sweat and precome was sharp on my tongue as his fingers tangled in my hair, urging me on as his hips rocked into my mouth.

I would have done it as long as he wanted, let him fuck my mouth until he came down my throat, but he pulled back all too soon, rough fingers running along my jaw in a way that could have almost been affectionate if it wasn't for his cock in my mouth and Stiglitz's curses under me. "Get outta those pants and get down on your back next to him," Aldo hissed, the look in his eyes dark and approving and a little wild. It was the same way he looked at me right before setting me and my bat at a disobedient Nazi, and somehow it made me even harder.

I gave a firm swat to Stiglitz ass before I pulled back, just to make sure he remembered who won the fight. Then I toed off a boot and wriggled out of my pants, laying back beside him and reaching to stroke him teasingly. He glanced over at me, flushed and breathless, but from the smirk he gave me I had to wonder if he hadn't been somehow aiming for something like this all along.

For a moment Aldo just watched us, eyes narrowed and gaze appreciative. Then he took over where I'd left off, grabbing Stiglitz's hips and burying himself to the hilt in few hard thrusts. He leaned over as he did, one hand braced on the ground as he fucked Stiglitz, the other coming to my mouth, pressing two thick fingers between my lips, which I sucked at eagerly. I didn't know his game, but I loved the feel of him in my mouth all the same, my fingers stroking Hugo hard and fast in time with Aldo's thrusts. The German let his weight rest on his forearms, bucking between Aldo and my fingers as much as he could, groans peppered with what I assumed were curses and demands for Aldo to fuck him harder.

When Aldo's fingers left my mouth, I gave a soft moan in dismay, but was quickly distracted by the press of them between my thighs, slipping back to stroke my ass and ease inside me. He wasn't rough with me, but the burn was intense, though all the same I was bucking up against him before I knew it, just as much as Hugo was. "Jesus Mary and fuck, Aldo!" I wasn't really quite sure what came out of my mouth as he kept moving his fingers in me, fucking me slow and even, and I didn't care. Though I think at one point it involved Hugo and I being his fuck bitches, something that pulled a brief, throaty laugh from the man beside me.

I could tell Hugo was close when he started to buck more erratically into my hand, and I stroked him a little more firmly, fingers slick with his arousal, moving fast over his skin. What I didn't expect was the way he lunged for my mouth, tasting of blood as our mouths met in a desperate clash of lips and teeth and tongues. He was so fucking eager, so aroused, and bit down hard on my lower lip as he came with a throaty groan, shuddering and spurting hot and slick in my fingers.

I looked up at Aldo as he pulled back, watching me with that little approving smile of his, the one that made me want to jump his bones every time I saw it. I held his gaze as Stiglitz half collapsed next to us, boneless and panting, and found I didn't care if he was watching - rather the opposite. It pumped me up, the same way it did to have the men watch as I bashed skulls with my bat, adrenaline and desire running hot through my veins.

"You want more, Lieutenant?" I lifted my fingers to my lips with a smirk, drawing my tongue up the length of my index finger, through the salty bitter slick of Hugo's seed. Then I let my fingers smooth over my bare stomach to curl around my cock, slicking his come over me with a low groan. "Can do whatever you want to me."

Aldo chuckled, low and throaty, as he eased his fingers slowly from me, making me hiss at the loss of sensation. His eyes didn't leave my hand even as he spoke, watching me stroke myself. "You're a cocky sonovabitch, Donowitz. Anyone ever tell you that?"

"All the time," I replied, arching up against him as he pulled my thighs around him. "Come on, Aldo. Fuck the hell outta me."

His fingers clenched at my hips as he started to drive into me, taking me in a few hard thrusts, and I cried out at the rush of sensation, the burn of accommodating his girth. We were both too far gone for any kind of finesse, but I didn't care, bucking up against him as he set a hard, relentless pace, driving white hot shocks of pure bliss through me with every thrust as our bodies connected just right. I let my head fall back against the dirt, eyes falling closed to it, and let my whole world become the beautiful ache of his cock inside me, hot and hard and hitting all the right nerves as he pulled back and thrust deep into me. My fingers practically flew over my cock, warm and slick with Hugo's come, pleasure building in a tight knot at the base of my spine. It drove all coherency from me, and I made no attempt to hold back my cries of pleasure. "God, fuck Aldo - there! God yes, fuck me!"

He gave a low groan and leaned down to claim my mouth the same as Hugo had done, one hand covering mine on my cock as he drove deep into me. He nipped sharply at my abused bottom lip, then dropped his head to my neck, biting down hard at the crook. The sharp lick of pain was the last straw, and I gave a strangled cry as I bucked up against him and came, sensation bursting in hot shudders through my veins, a rush and elation even better than killing Nazis. My free hand clenched hard at his back, and it seemed to be all he could handle as well, bucking erratically into me as he came, flooding satisfyingly hot and slick inside me.

For a few moments we just lay there, breathless, my head spinning with the bliss of climax, thinking that as fucked up as this had been, it had been a hell of a thing. I felt Aldo's lips press briefly to the spot on my neck where he'd bitten, as if claiming a trophy, and then he pulled back, resting on his heels as he refastened his clothes. "Grub's goin' cold, Donowitz. You should git yerself somethin' to eat. I'll send someone out with food for Stiglitz. He's still on watch."

I glanced over to where Hugo had settled at the base of a tree, smoking another cigarette and looking completely composed despite being bruised from our fight. "I am vatching," he said with a smirk, and Aldo snorted, getting to his feet.

"I'm expectin' you boys to be gettin' along better from now on, you hear?" he said seriously, looking down at both of us as I cleaned myself off as best I could with a couple of leaves, then wriggled back into my pants. "Whatever you two worked out - I don't wanna know, I just expect a united front against the enemy. No more infightin'. An don't think I haven't noticed."

" 'Course, Lieutenant," I agreed, tying my boots and getting to my feet, trying not to wince at the ache of feeling deliciously well fucked. "We're getting along fine, right Stiglitz? Everything's worked out."

"Er ist eine gute kleine Schlampe," he replied, which I'm sure was something rude, but he said it in such an agreeable tone that I decided not to argue.

When I sauntered back to where the boys had set up camp, Smitty handed me a bowl of bean stew, glancing over me and raising eyebrow. "Christ, Donny. You look like you just got the shit kicked out of you. Where the hell have you been?"

I grinned, dropping down to sit beside him. "Just solving a little disagreement."

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