Tears of blood
Ch.1
" It all started when I first saw zhat damn American... The way he looks is just... so sexy... Irresistible...nein... I can't love Dempshey... a man shouldn't feel such emotions for ozher men...but zhe temptation burns in my stomach... zhe urge to just touch him... to dream of him touching me..."
Doctor Richtofen scribbled down his his thoughts into his notepad that he kept for when he got more then a moment's time to himself. The amount of the untoten in the waves that the four survivors had been battling had decreased greatly, now coming in waves a few times a day and even less frequently at night.
" Hey, Dempsey?" the drunk Russian yelled across the large, abandoned room of the nazi theater, waving a bottle of vodka in the american's direction. The man looked over his shoulder, " You're on watch tonight, da? Nikolai needs to sleep to have more vodka." The american rolled his eyes,
" Yeah... I'm stuck with the doc tonight though... heh." Dempsey smiled to himself, his war beaten hands massaging his temples. He stretches, " Im'na go find the doc. Tell me if ya saw Tak' when I get back." the Russian burped loudly and obnoxiously,
" Alright alright... just go and leave Nikolai alone." he waved the marine away with one hand taking a sip of vodka with the other. Dempsey growled something thickly under his breath before he stalked away, intent on finding the Nazi before nightfall.
As Tank came closer to the teleporter, he could hear the doctor's maniacal laugh, echoing through the halls of the Kino. He was tempted to turn back, but he shook his head,
" C'mon Tank, don't be a fuckin' sissy..." he muttered to himself. He stepped into the teleporter and slammed his hand down on it, sending him to the projector room. After he recovered from his dizziness, he stumbled over to the doctor, who was currently pack-a-punching his Crossbow and his ray gun. The doctor turned around to see who had joined him in the projector room. His heart skipped a beat.
" D-Dempshey?" he stuttered, hands behind his back, trying to hide the small notebook that held all of his most important thoughts. A blush slowly crept up his neck up and to the doctor's pale face. He smiled through gritted teeth as he backed up into the table behind him, making him stumble and fall to the floor, dropping his notebook. Right at Tank Dempsey's feet.
" Hey, Doc, what's this?" he said, picking up the small blue notebook. The doctor shot straight up immediately,
" Nein! Give zhat to me schweinhund!" he said, desperately reaching out for the book, to no avail. Dempsey shoved the doctor back against the wall, making him groan in a mix of pleasure and pain at the touch, and his subconscious was thankful that Tank couldn't see the difference. The American turned his attention back to the doctor's notebook. He smirked and giggled as he teleported back to the lobby of the Kino. Richtofen cried out in exhasperation.
" Nein!" he yelled, enraged by this whole idea. But there was something about it that was leaving him a little... turned on.
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Tank slowly flipped through the pages, skimming his fingers over the pale yellow paper. He skipped through some parts to more recent times. His eyes widened in utter disbelief.
"Wh- What the fuck-" he grit his teeth as a blush crept to his cheek at the thought. As he read more and more of Richtofen's writings, Tank became increasingly... turned on by it. He shook his head and closed the book leaving it on the small bar in the lobby for the doctor to find. He shook his head and held his face in the palm of his hand, " How the fuck does he find me, ME of all people, attractive?" he muttered to himself.
" Ahem." He heard behind him. He turned around quickly,
Face to face with doctor Richtofen.