CHAPTER 1

A/N (and I promise this will be the only one I'll bore you with ;))

Hey there everyone! Okay so, first of all I have to say this story isn't new. I had published this story some three years ago and in various versions – initially there was only one chapter story, then I made a sequel and then another, then I deleted them and posted a new story with three chapters. But that's hardly the point – I recently re-read it, in light on my (much added since then) experience and man it was bad! Something had thus to be done about it and so I have somewhat rewritten and polished it to make it more 'possible' if you will. There it is!

The first – and very probably the last - thing that had come to Lt. Blau's mind when he'd found himself and his platoon surrounded by the group of Basterds was death. A quick death. And when the baseball bat had hit him in the back of his head, instantly rendering him unconscious, he'd probably thought everything was over. Except… nothing is ever that simple.

Donny stood next to Blau's fallen body, bat in hand, ready to apply the blow that would add yet another dead Nazi to his already high score. But just as he was preparing to do so, an unexpected thought struck him all the sudden and gave way to some strange pondering - he'd not been with a woman in quite a while. Such an idea popping up in a moment like this, it must have had something to do with the powerful adrenaline rush, he decided as he pushed the Kraut with his boot, rolling him face up. But it was still weird, and it made him almost involuntarily kneel and let his rough fingers wander along Blau's jaw line and then down to his neck, under the rough uniform collar. The skin was soft, delicate and warm. Oh, well, maybe this idea was not so bad after all, Donny concluded and, with a grin, he picked up the German's body and slung it carelessly over his massive shoulders.

Some hours later, after the nightfall, Lt. Franz Blau had the extremely unpleasant surprise to wake up in some dark, unfamiliar and ominous looking room and realize that he was not dead. At least not yet, anyway. His head absolutely throbbed and his back hurt too. Being more that knowledgeable of the stories of grotesquely scalped bodies the Basterds usually left behind in their wake, he automatically tried to touch his forehead. Except his hand was currently restrained and he'd been pinned face down onto a bed, with tight ropes securing both his wrists and ankles. A rough blanket covered him up to his waist, but otherwise he was naked. The well known sensation of fear, no, terror, started in his stomach and then spread in his entire body, covering his brow in a cold sweat. Right then, the door opened and he buried his face deep into the pillows, pretending to be still unconscious.

Taking his time, Donny examined his prey with interest. At this point he was still unsure of his plan, but still relieved that none of his comrades had asked any questions. Puffing his cigar, he propped the baseball bat down to the wall near the bed and pulled off his dirty shirt. Soon he crept in bed next to his victim, knowing that the Kraut was no longer out cold - but that was not important for now. He had all the time in the world to interrogate him, if he wanted. He brought his nose close to Blau's neck as his palm explored his shoulders and down on his back. "This is good stuff…" he muttered to himself, hardly fazed by his own appreciations, as he inhaled the vague scent of cologne. The French women he'd tried, most of them from the country side, sure as hell did not smell that good, nor felt that soft to the touch. And if he'd let his instincts run wild with the enemy before – although in completely different ways, it should be mentioned - why the hell shouldn't he do it now?

He got on top of his precious prey and violently grabbed his hips, as he hastily unleashed all the long contained demons of his carnal desires. When he was finally done, the Bear Jew collapsed on the German's body, nearly crushing him under his weight. He noticed that Blau had stuffed his fist into his mouth to prevent himself from screaming and he pushed it away.

"Did you enjoy it?" he whispered maliciously into the young man's ear, while still panting heavily. As no reply came, he maneuvered the already painfully tight ropes and rolled him on his back. "Open your eyes and look at me," he demanded. "Now tell me your name"

"B-Blau… Franz Blau," the German whispered, fighting back his tears of pain with difficulty.

Blau (blue)…rather fitting, Donny thought at the sight of the light blue eyes of his prisoner. "Are you a party member, Franz?" the Basterd asked, moving his fingers to the young man's neck, and then up to his cheek. Stupid question, really, what did it matter? He was wearing the uniform, and that was enough.

"N-not really… not…anymore"

"How so?" Did the Kraut really think such an answer would help? Well it didn't.

"It's complicated…."

"Not that it really matters, but please, do tell me," Donny said teasingly, rather enjoying this 'cat playing with its food' thing. The moments when he wasn't bored were rare, and he would thoroughly exploit any opportunity that was given to him. It wasn't that he didn't like his job, just…it had gotten somewhat tedious after a while.

"I … um… got myself into some trouble… and they sent me here from Berlin, as a sort of punishment," Blau explained, perking the other's curiosity. Well, that hadn't looked like a disciplinary battalion, so whatever this kid had done must have been at a higher level – that and he was a lieutenant. Heh, fucking got myself an officer, now that's something to consider…. The man was quite young for his rank, was he rich? Did he have a title? Nah, all the fuckers with titles shove them in your face first thing, as if that made them invulnerable or something. Or maybe he had fucked his way up the ranks? Sure as hell he had what it took for that… For some obscure reason the Bear Jew found himself extremely turned on by the thought of Franz Blau ill-getting his rank one way or the other. Now he was more and more tempted to try the ultimate forbidden pleasure. And he gave in to the temptation.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips onto Blau's mouth. As he met no resistance, he deepened the kiss, the result of it exceeding his expectations. No doubt, the Kraut was better than any woman. But the young man still trembled, feeling obviously awkward at the closeness of their naked bodies. Donny suddenly decided that he wished him to relax, so he did his best while at it, for once sure that he must have been doing the right thing since it was a man that he was doing it to, as he continued to kiss him. A grin spread onto his rough features when he heard his prisoner moan through the kiss.

"Now if you behave, Franz, and don't go trying anything funny…. Who knows? I might eventually let you go. But at any rate, not now…."

To be continued