AN:
A Phoenix Wright AU taking place around the fated time of WWII with Phoenix and Trucy thrown in a Gavin-run concentration camp, Machi and a misplaced Daryan trying to survive the Borginian Revolution, and three young men trying to escape the war in Paris, but unable to escape their troubles.
Phoenix/OC and Daryan/Machi
* *words inside these are in Borginian*
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Trucy Wright blinked slowly, unsure of what was going on. She only remembered being taken away by her daddy, separated from him and then knocked unconscious by the butt of a soldier's gun. The train had been moving for a while until she was nudged back to consciousness by one of the guards the moment it stopped. He spoke sharply to her in a language she didn't understand, but she sat up and looked out toward the opening of the car, following the rest of the teenagers her age and tried to look around for any sign of her father until she saw him in a line not far from her.
Despite the look of silent defiance and the lack of a beanie, she recognized him from a mile away.
"Daddy! Daddy! It's me! Your Trucy!" she called eagerly, waving toward him and shouting loudly.
Phoenix looked up from his own chain and saw Trucy waving and shouting. He smiled, thankful she was not hurt, and waved back at her wearily. He noticed the uniformed men glaring at the lines and he opened his mouth to tell Trucy to be careful and quiet down but his voice was hoarse and made almost no sound.
"Ruhe!" Kristoph Gavin turned and shot nonchalantly at the ground before Trucy's feet. He kept his gun in his white gloved hand for a moment before tucking it back into its holster. He adjusted the sleeves of his uniform and his hat, his golden hair falling proudly into a drill. He pushed up his glasses and watched the lines carefully, making sure there was no disturbances.
A soft yelp came from the girl as she saw and heard the gunshot, nearly jumping, but she walked ahead and followed the rest of the teenagers into a small room, Trucy taking the bed nearest to the blocked window. At the orders of the guard, all of them curled up into their beds and began to sleep, given orders to prepare to work as soon as dawn hit.
Meanwhile, having heard of her brother's trigger finger, a woman with blond hair walked through the lines, her own blue eyes narrowed toward him as she shoved the black-haired man that had been the one called out toward by the young girl whose feet Kristoph had shot toward. She kept her own gun at the ready, holding it in one hand as the other shoved at the man's shoulder.
Phoenix moved to run at the blond when he raised his gun but was stopped by the chains. Relieved to see Trucy okay, he followed his line into his bunk and took one of the beds near the back corner.
Kristoph stumbled back one step and drew his gun, finding the cold friend extremely helpful these days. He pointed it stiffly at his sister's chest and narrowed his eyes.
"Was?"
"Sie würden Ihre eigene Schwester schießen?" The voice was strangely cold despite the mild smile on Liese's face, nudging his gun away from her. "Sie werden Kinder nicht schießen." She shook her head and headed for her own private quarters, stroking a hand through her hair.
Kristoph scoffed lightly and tucked his gun away again. "Ich würden Ihre eigene Schwester schießen aber falls ich einen hätte..." He breathed before fixing the sleeve of his uniform again.
Klavier had heard the familiar voices and walked over, purposely intersecting Liese's path.
"Was ist los, Schwester?" He took the cigarette from his lips and put his other hand on his hip. Klavier had decided to refuse wearing a jacket unless he absolutely needed to, so he was in the green uniform pants and a black tank top.
"Das, Bruder." Liese plucked the cigarette between his fingers and threw it down, stepping on it with a firm boot and began heading inside her quarters, giving Klavier's shoulder a quick pat and shook her head at Kristoph.
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Daryan leaned back in his chair and sighed angrily at himself, raising a hand to rub between his eyes.
"*More coffee?*" One waitress clutched the handle to the coffeepot and watched the man warily. He was dressed in uniform for the U.S. military, though only a handful of Canadian peacekeepers had gone to Borginia to sort out the problem with the rebels and protests in the streets.
Daryan had, unfortunately, been put on the wrong flight and was a while away from his proper destination. Great. He'd be "missing in action" and his parents would just go to the funeral for the finger sandwiches.
"*Yeah.*" Daryan nodded, having learned basic Borginian as well as a few insults and sentences to explain himself.
The waitress quickly filled Daryan's cup and scurried off to another table.
A few moments later, a young teenager with blond hair, blue eyes blocked by a pair of sunglasses, and lacy clothes began playing the piano in the small restaurant, having memorized his favorite piece by heart. Unlike most boys, Machi wasn't going to lie about his age to fight in some foolish war. If he would die, he'd die doing what he did best: playing piano. His eyes closed and he kept playing the piece slowly, breathing easily as he played.
Daryan sighed, a little less upset as he heard the piano, and sat up straight. At least Borginia wasn't too unlike home. Dirt coffee, fights in the street outside his window, cute kid playing piano...
Well, at home it was usually his little sister playing the piano, but the blond kid at the ivories was a little more relaxing. He took a sip of coffee and looked over his papers, trying to figure out how in hell he could get all the way up to the UK from this place.
Machi received the scant applause for his piece, deciding to use the little money he had to get a cup of coffee, then looked around for a place to go. Unfortunately, some of the draft dodgers were looking to cause trouble and one stuck his leg out to make the boy trip and spill all of his coffee on the filth-covered floor. Thankfully, there wasn't anything broken or Machi would have had to pay for the broken ceramic as well.
"*Wow, kid, you should stick to pianos,*" the man patronized, causing the others to laugh.
Daryan frowned at the troublemakers and stood to walk over to the table.
"*Hey, fucktard,*" He snapped his left hand in front of the guy to grab his attention and in one swift motion, he slammed his right hand against his head which hit the table. He stepped back and helped the blond kid up, watching the table with the slightest smirk in his eyes. He knew he wasn't supposed to do anything that might slander the American Army, but it's not like Borginians liked them anyways.
"*Why did you help me?*" Machi asked, both a little hostile and a bit nervous around the man that had helped him. Being an orphan, a runaway orphan, didn't help with trust issues, especially if the people seemed to help him. "I don't have anything."
Daryan lead the kid over to his table and sat down, nodding at the other chair for him.
"*I don't want anything.*" Daryan shrugged and looked for the waitress. "*That guy was an ass. Justice is served. Whatever.*" He tapped the table in front of Machi, glancing at the waitress as if to tell him to order something.
"*Would you like something?*" the waitress asked, sounding forced as she looked at the boy and watched him sit down at the table in a sort of daze.
"*Coffee,*" Machi said, continuing to look at Daryan. He was used to being treated lowly being a teenager and an orphan, fiddling with his hands a little and glancing down at them nervously. "*You're a soldier? From America?*"
"*Yep. Wasn't supposed to come here, though... Flights messed up.*" He shrugged and took another sip of his coffee, watching the waitress pour the boy a cup.
"... Daryan Crescend." He held his hand out to the blond kid with a small smile.
"...Machi Tobaye." The boy shook Daryan's rough hand with his own softer hand, returning the small smile with one of his own. "I...I speaking English...no good, but...I speaking..."
Daryan smiled and took another sip of his coffee. "Indeed you do..." Perhaps this mix up wouldn't be so horrible after all.
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For once, it was actually nice and sultry in Paris and it reminded Ramon Mendez of Valencia, remembering when he had been dropped off by his brother a year ago so that he wouldn't have to fight in the war, worrying for the youngest Mendez sibling. Someone had to carry on the Mendez name, even it it was the homosexual Ramon. He began wandering the streets, looking around for a place to go until he eyed a rather comfortable cafe and sat down at a table across from two men, noticing the similarities between them.
Twins...
"Hola," Ramon muttered dryly, managing to use his limited French to order a cup of milk.
"Salut, chérie." Diederich smiled languidly and swirled his wine in his glass. "Tu viens d'Espagne?" He noticed the difference in language and glanced at Dimitri. "Espagne participe dans la guerre contre les nazis, non?" He asked, wondering why a Spaniard would be in France during a war - particularly a man.
Dimitri nodded, drinking from his own wine, but he wasn't as surprised as Diederich was. He was native to Russia, having escaped to Paris to find his brother after his mother was sent to Siberia for defying Stalinist rule. Thankfully, he and his sister had found Dimitri's twin brother and stayed with him while Yuri recovered from a nasty case of tuberculosis, managing to find medicines to treat it and she was going to recover fully from it.
"You come from Spain, da?" he asked Ramon, who nodded and kept sipping his milk.
"My brother dropped me off last year while he went off to fight," he said casually.
"Et comment va-t'il?" Diederich took a sip of his wine and smiled at the Spaniard. "How is he?" He translated. The war was horrible and Diederich much preferred sitting on the sidelines and drinking wine while the world dropped dead than participating in the slaughter.
"Dunno. He's probably saving lives or something." Ramon shook his head, drinking his milk and glancing upward a little. "Of course, my hermano is more of a lazy bastard than a lifesaver." He laughed dryly, finishing the milk and decided to order up some wine to match with the twins.
"Same with mine," Dimitri said, playing with Diederich's hair a little, but he smiled coolly.
Diederich laughed a little and shoved Dimitri playfully. "Excusez moi, but I'd much rather be drinking Merlot here than killing supposedly guilty people there." He sipped his wine and shook his head, "I don't see the appeal."
"You don't see the appeal in anything if it involves anything with clothes," Dimitri said wryly, shaking his head and looking toward Ramon as the Spaniard sipped his wine. "Sorry for this...uh..."
"Ramon. Ramon Mendez." The dark-haired younger man extended his hand and shook Dimitri's.
"Dimitri. That's my brother Diederich. We're twins, sadly, and I've had to take care of him and our little sister." Ramon shrugged a bit, not caring much about hearing females.
Diederich smirked at Dimitri and kicked him under the table before looking at Ramón.
"Though it is my place." He reminded his brother with a light shrug. "Ungrateful siblings, ouais?" He winked and kicked Dimitri playfully again.
Ramon smirked a bit and let out a dry laugh, watching the twins interact with each other and it brought an identical smirk to Dimitri's face as he moved to play with Ramon and Diederich's hair.
"I'm not ungrateful. Ungrateful ones are mean...and I'm not a mean guy..."
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Phoenix was woken at an abnormally early time by a surprisingly loud bugle. He stumbled into the line of other men, glaring down at his chains and silently praying Trucy was well.
He followed the men to the excavating site where they had to mine the rocks. He forced himself to work, though it was painful to even lift his arms eventually, and only hoped this would be as simple as getting off on good behavior.
Liese began walking around the excavation site, having been assigned there for the day and she began pacing slowly to keep an eye on all the men. Just because she was a woman, however, didn't mean she would take it easy on them. She noticed a black-haired man slacking off a little and nudged his shoulder with the butt of her gun, lifting up a blond eyebrow.
"Hey. Wake up. I'm not going to coddle you. If you didn't sleep enough, it's your own fault," she said strictly, continuing to prod at him.
"Personally, I blame the bugle boy for waking us up at three in the morning." Phoenix mumbled under his breath and tried to act as if he was working harder. Phoenix was a strong guy but working like this for a few hours had already tired him out.
Liese knew that Kristoph was the type to whip the prisoners until they were bleeding raw, but she wasn't that much of a sadist and just hit Phoenix's lower back with her gun, making sure not to set it off since she didn't want to make him a cripple. A strong man like that would be a good worker...and those blue eyes looked better pained than cold.
Phoenix groaned quietly and continued working, glancing back at Liese just long enough to catch her eyes. He never really looked into the eyes of any of the Germans holding them but hers were entrancing. Too bad she would kill him if he even thought about her.
"Let what I've done be constituted as a warning. Any more backtalking and I'll give whoever decided to speak their tongue...literally," Liese threatened with a soft voice, moving toward the small watchtower to keep an eye on all of them, but she found her gaze moving toward Phoenix and put on a pair of mirrored sunglasses to keep her eyes from burning at the sight of the rising sun.
Phoenix followed the majority of the other workers in taking off the shirts of their dreary gray uniforms to work now that the sun rose. The dark-haired man smiled a little at the watchtower she was perched on before returning to his work. In the sun his back sweat and tanned, the man rather surprised he could get a tan here of all places.
Liese let out a slightly strained noise at the sight of the shirtless man, particularly Phoenix, and she held back on trying not to demand that the man be taken somewhere private to ravish that body of his...she shook her head at the thought and kept her gaze impassive and impersonal, absently remembering seeing a girl that called him "Daddy." She hoped that the girl was just as strong as her father...it would be a shame to have heard that the girl was dead already...
Phoenix continued to work, taking a moment every now and then to glance up at the officer watching them. He noticed she had been clutching the arm of her chair for a moment and Phoenix simply smirked. This was a concentration camp... not a dating service. It was hard to even think about it, but Phoenix decided it might be in his best interests to keep the woman happy... Maybe he could see Trucy.
"Schwester!" Klavier sprinted over to the excavation site and hopped onto the side of the large chair, gripping the arm to keep himself from falling.
"Kristoph peitsche das Kinder. Sie nicht hörten ich zu." He was a little upset, knowing Liese had told Kristoph to stay away from the children. He was actually pretty sure the elder assigned himself to watch that group just to bother Liese.
"Was!?" Liese growled softly and cursed Kristoph's name under her breath. "Wenn er es wieder tut, übernehmen Sie." That was all she would say, giving Klavier's shoulder another pat before he was ordered off of the watchtower, Liese making sure he got down carefully.
Phoenix stopped working for a minute, having heard what Klavier said. Kinder sounded something like children... and Kristoph was the man who shot at Trucy...
"What's happening?" He asked, looking straight at Liese and Klavier despite the horrible whipping he'd probably get.
Klavier sighed and hopped down. "Als ob er tun lassen." He looked at the prisoner and frowned as he addressed them. "Ruhe. Zurückkommen zu Arbeit." He commanded, folding his arms. Troublemakers were never good...
Now he was beginning to show disobedience...the sign she'd been looking for. Liese jumped down and looked at Klavier only once, her head jerking toward the watchtower as she pulled Phoenix off toward the section filled with several sheds. Most of them were used for chemical euthanasia, but she had no intention of doing that to him and simply shoved Phoenix against the wall.
"You're terrible at keeping your mouth shut, ja?" she asked coolly.
Klavier frowned in confusion - Liese was just as brutal as Kristoph if she was about to kill the prisoner for talking. However, the siblings were very unlike each other and he couldn't disobey either so he hopped onto the chair and watched the men work.
Phoenix smirked, also rather glad he had spoken up. "Only if it gets me the girl."
"Dummkopf." That man was such a smartass, but Liese removed her mirrored sunglasses, placing the long metal of the frame along her lips, nipping it a little as she smirked. She tucked them in her pocket and placed her hands on Phoenix's bare shoulders to keep him pressed against the wall. "You would speak to your leader like that?"
Phoenix chuckled and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her a little closer. "If my leader looked like you. 'Sides, you don't seem to mind." He grinned and bent his head forwards to catch her lips with his.
Liese almost purred at the sound, moving closer to Phoenix and kissing him in return despite this forbidden angle...everything about this was entirely forbidden, dirty, and wrong...but maybe that was what made it feel good. She tensed when she thought she heard a few voices, then managed to drag him into the nearest shed that didn't have the chemical smell to continue this little fun that she was having.
Phoenix smirked and switched positions, now pressing her against the inside wall. He started to fumble with the buttons of Liese's jacket though his fingers had lost a little dexterity from the painful working. He continued to kiss Liese, groaning softly and smiling a little.
The position switch surprised Liese, having never felt this kind of domination before by anyone male or female, but she did shove aside her jacket to the floor and reached over to take greedy handfuls of Phoenix's ass above his gray pants. She licked her lips and smirked, liking the whole requirement of the prisoners being forced to wear only the gray shirts and pants with nothing else underneath. It was supposed to be to keep it simple when they died or got killed and to reuse the uniforms, but Liese started to like the idea that they were just there for her to get easy access.
Phoenix massaged her breasts for a moment before moving his hands to her pants. He was also beginning to like the prison uniforms as he pressed closer to Liese and finally undid her pants.
Liese bit her lower lip eagerly, letting her hips move a little to get her pants down before yanking Phoenix's down quickly, blue eyes lazing as she gave him a once-over with her eyes and a bit of her hand, cupping and squeezing in what seemed to be professionalism. She licked her lips before kissing his, biting down just a little to make it a little rougher despite it being her first time.
Phoenix smirked a little, realizing she wanted it rougher. It made sense. He lowered his hand to push a finger into her, deciding not to make it uncomfortably dry. She was already a little wet, though, and Phoenix could only grin as he kissed her roughly.
"Mmph!" She made the slightest noise to signify the brief surprise of being invaded, her hips wiggling to take in more of that finger, wondering if he had more to give than just his finger. If he gave her his cock, it'd be a lot better in her opinion, but Liese just let Phoenix go at his own pace. He was the one who had the daughter, after all, so he had to have done this at least once.
Phoenix grinned at the sound and continued to move his finger before finally pulling it out. He positioned himself and pushed inside slowly, kissing her hard and making a quiet noise as he felt just how tight she was. It was quite possibly her first time and he made sure his thrusts were careful and slow at first.
To her surprise, Liese didn't scream when their lips parted, letting out only a breathy sound as one hand clawed into the wall, the other tangled in Phoenix's hair to pull him down for another kiss. As the pain eased, her own hips began to thrust toward his, not caring if it would be short as long as she had him here and now...and any other time he decided to be a smartass.
Phoenix started to speed up a little, matching her thrusts then overpowering them. He panted and kissed her again, ignoring how this shouldn't be arousing and just slamming into the blonde, gripping her shoulders and groaning softly. He was close and fuck it was so good...
"Ah...I'll have to keep you...for longer..." Liese vowed, biting down on his lower lip a little and moaning against his mouth, hot panting expelling onto Phoenix's lips and skin as she felt herself getting closer...closer...and then it hit her and she shrieked as she came, her body shuddering and shaking from the pure ecstasy of the act. The idea had been so arousing that it only made the actual thing even better than she thought.
"Ngh!" Phoenix gasped and clutched Liese close as he came, spurred on by her own climax. He swore breathlessly and kissed Liese's neck, panting and closing his eyes as he shivered.
"D-damnit..." he kissed Liese again, almost unable to catch her lips. He was almost entirely spent, the situation making the sex far greater than he thought it could be.
For several minutes, Liese caught her breath and slowly got dressed, kissing Phoenix hungrily as he panted before helping him get his pants on. He still looked to be recovering, so she decided to put him in the sick bay and claimed him to be exhausted from the heat, ordering him to rest and be put on a strict diet of fluids before going back over to the excavating site to tell Klavier he was relieved of his duty. As she watched the men, her mind reeled from what had happened, feeling her heartbeat picking up in its pace.
It won't happen again...it can't...
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"So," Daryan strolled down the street beside Machi, his hands behind his back as they passed a protest with one of the teen rebels preaching to the group.
"I haven't been told much about Borginia..." Really, he only knew there were problems in it. He wondered how such a breakable doll as Machi could even get by.
"Ah." Machi glanced toward the protest groups and shook his head a little. "Not much needing to know. Some fighting away...some fighting here..." By "fighting," he meant protesting, and he would be kept awake at night when the rebellions got violent. He was lucky to have been able to live his life without being close to getting hurt and just kept walking until they reached an abandoned building, the teenager pushing it open and revealing a large room filled with a finely tuned grand piano, a large pallet for sleeping, and an oil lamp kept full with a large can full of some sort of oil located on the table.
Daryan looked around the room and leaned back on his heels. "You live here?" It barely looked livable, despite the bed and piano. He looked at Machi with a small amount of pity for him for a moment. The kid shouldn't be alone and caring for himself. He needed parents and a warm place... But in Borginia, this room was a little bigger than average size. It was an upsetting fact and Daryan just nodded.
"Do you like it here?"
"...No." Machi couldn't help his honesty as he looked at Daryan, turning on the lamp carefully and rubbing his hands carefully together as he waited for it to warm up. He didn't look down about his choice, however, and just kept waiting for the lamp to turn on, his expression not changing as he gave Daryan the smallest hint of a smile. "You being cold? You taking bed. I sleeping somewhere."
Daryan smiled and shook his head. He pulled his pack off his shoulder and unpacked a warm blanket and a cot.
"You take the bed, kid." He draped the thick blanket over Machi's bed and set up the cot easily. The nights got cold in Borginia and Daryan didn't want the kid suffering when he had a blanket himself.
"But you being...first friend." He had meant to say "guest," but Machi's English wasn't good enough to distinguish between the terms, though both of them were very much the truth. Daryan was the first friend (or the closest thing to a friend) he had ever had, especially since this was the first time he invited anyone to his little "home." Machi didn't know much about hospitality, never having been shown it, but there was some sort of rule about guests always being treated better than the host. "You...You taking good blanket..."
Daryan tilted his head to the side for a moment. First friend? He shook his head again and knelt in front of Machi, holding the thick blanket.
"And you, Machi..." Daryan wrapped his arms around Machi then pulled back, the blanket now around the blond. "Are my new friend." He smiled and draped it over Machi's shoulders. "If I was in the right place I'd be sleeping in a mud pile for two hours before my watch shift. A cot will be perfect and it will be even better if I know my friend is warm." He smiled and kissed Machi's lips in the way he'd kiss his sister, thinking almost nothing of it.
Machi's pale face flushed red from the kiss, his smile wider than ever as he reached down to bring up the much thinner blanket he often used to sleep at night, reaching up slightly to drape it over Daryan's shoulders like the older man had done to him.
"My friend being warm, too," he replied, moving to give Daryan's lips an innocent peck, repeating the gesture before taking off his sunglasses and showing his eyes, a gorgeous shade of clear blue that even the Borginian skies couldn't rival, especially since they were always so cloudy.
Daryan smiled and tilted his head to the side lightly. The kid's eyes were absolutely beautiful.
"Thanks." He smiled and hugged Machi tight. This trip... it was becoming such a wonderful mix up.
"Now get to sleep... it's late." He murmured, still hugging the boy.
"Mm-hmm." Machi adjusted the cot and the pallet so that they were resting side-by-side, not wanting to be separated from his only friend for even a minute, even if he had to sleep. He laid down on the pallet and turned onto his side, glancing toward Daryan to see what he thought of this.
Daryan smiled at the boy and lay down on his cot, turning to smile at Machi.
"You happy?" He asked softly, reaching out to brush the hair from the blond's face.
"Yes." Machi said this with confidence and moved over to give Daryan's lips one more kiss, then gripped onto his hand tightly to fall asleep a lot quicker than he thought he would.
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"How are you feeling?" Dimitri asked, looking toward his pale sister as she sat in bed, reading a book. The young woman coughed a little, looking down at her hand and smiling when she revealed that her hand was clean.
"No blood," she said, her smile widening toward Dimitri as she went back to reading her book. Dimitri just smiled, not able to hug her yet since there was still the possibility that she was contagious despite her recovery, and went back to Diederich as he waited in the living room. "She's not coughing up blood anymore."
Diederich looked up at Dimitri and sighed in relief. "Bon... I'm glad she's getting better." He ran a hand through his hair. "How long do you think until she's better?" He asked softly, missing his little sister.
"I'd say...at the way she is now...she should be fully recovered in two weeks." Dimitri was estimating this with his limited experience in the medical field. He and Diederich could still remember how it had felt to have Yuri constantly coughing up blood, turning her onto her side so she wouldn't choke on her bloody sputum, keeping her airway clear until the antibiotics took effect when they had managed to obtain them. "Come on. We're supposed to meet Ramon at the cafe again." The elder twin led the younger outside, giving the maid strict orders to keep an eye on Yuri if she'd gone into a coughing fit before shutting the door.
Long before the twins had arrived, the Spaniard was already inside, trying to escape from the sultry and unseasonable weather going through the peaceful city. It was early, but he was already on his second glass of port, having grown fond of the drink since the twins had introduced it to him. Ramon would have laughed at the irony of having to escape from a war and now the weather, but he just laid his chin on his forearm and kept waiting for the twins.
Diederich followed Dimitri to the café and put on his regular almost whorish attitude when he saw the Spaniard.
"Hola, chérie." He winked and slid into the seat next to him. "How is the wine?" He glanced around, hoping for a waiter. He hadn't drunk any wine since yesterday and the news about Yuri was something to celebrate instead of drink away.
"Delicious, amigo." Ramon smirked a bit at the flirting from Diederich and shook both twins' hands, ordering a glass of wine for the two of them since they seemed to be in a good mood.
"This is perfect," Dimitri said, mildly pleased as he looked toward Ramon and Diederich, lifting up his wine. He smiled toward Diederich, deciding to keep why they were celebrating a secret and just lifted his glass, the three of them having a quick toast before drinking their wine again.
"Mm, today is a wonderful day, chérie," Diederich swirled the wine in his glass and took a sip. "How are you enjoying it?" He smiled at Ramón and, under the table, rubbed his foot along the Spaniard's leg.
"Just getting a drink." Ramon wasn't sure what got the twins in such a good mood, especially when he felt that foot along his leg, but he didn't care. He kind of liked having the twins in a good mood and just kept sipping his wine with a lazed expression in his eyes as he smirked. Dimitri silently sipped his wine and watched the exchange between his twin and the Spaniard, talking softly under his breath until it got louder.
"...and we do not deserve to live in a life where we are told to do by someone else rather than ourselves. We are our own people, dammit, and we are to live like we are the only ones who matter. Can that fool Stalin understand that all we want is our freedom of expression, to be our own man?" The Russian man had a tendency to get philosophical when he drank and he continued to rant and rave as he drank more wine.
Diederich smiled and took another sip of his wine. He paused when he heard his brother and laughed a little. Dimitri could've been a philosopher if he went to school drunk. He put a hand on Ramón's thigh and shook his head.
"Don't mind him, chérie." He squeezed Ramón's leg and winked before taking another sip.
His depression hit when Yuri was sick. Diederich wasn't able to flirt very well since she was coughing up blood but finally she was getting better and Diederich needed to catch up on what he might've missed. So, like a horny teenager, he shot for the man closest to them at the moment and he kept his hand on the Spaniard's thigh as he drank.
"Mind who?" Ramon murmured aloud, feeling far more than just a little drunk as he glanced toward Diederich, his dark eyes lazed as he let out a few soft whispers in Spanish toward his ear, trying to signify what it would be nice to do with him, but of course, it was likely he didn't understand. Ah, well. He went back to the wine and sipped it, liking the hand on his thigh more and more with each sip.
Diederich grinned and caught a few words but otherwise couldn't tell exactly what he was saying. Either way, it sounded nice. He downed the last mouthful of wine in his glass and flipped over to sit on Ramón's lap, straddling the Spaniard. He cupped Ramón's jaw and kissed him lazily before pulling away a little and smirking.
Dimitri was still babbling away in Russian, his head resting on his arms and nearly dead to the world, while Ramon simply smirked back and pulled Diederich back for another kiss, keeping his lips there for a good long time without bothering to pay attention to the babbling older twin. He moved to grip onto Diederich's dark hair with one hand, the other playing along his thigh sensually.
Diederich moaned and wrapped his arms around Ramón's neck, grinding his hips against the Spaniard's. He parted his lips almost whorishly and moaned softly again, remembering why he was such a whore towards people. This felt wonderful.
Ramon sighed, his tongue darting out to play with Diederich's as he held the whorish man's hips, guiding him along all the right areas that the cynical Spaniard preferred. This was almost too painfully arousing and he was beginning to be thankful that Diederich had gotten himself drunk enough to want to do this...he'd almost forgotten this would be in front of his brother until...
"Urk...!"
The Spaniard's arousal diminished slightly when he heard the gagging from the elder twin, followed by vomiting onto the floor as Dimitri coughed and gagged, losing his breakfast on the cafe floor.
Diederich shuddered at the sound and partly fell off Ramón's lap, his leg still across his.
"Mon Dieu, Dimitri..." Diederich laughed a little and ran a hand through his hair. "Let's get you home." He sighed a little and stood to take a napkin and wipe Dimitri's mouth clean. Diederich glanced back at Ramón and smiled, pulling him from his seat to kiss him. Really, Diederich took his alcohol well and it had only served to help him loosen up. He could walk straight, still.
"Shall we finish this in a warm bed, chérie?"
Ramon nodded toward Diederich, helping him escort Dimitri out of the cafe as he followed him toward the twins' place, setting Dimitri in his bed before following Diederich to the younger twin's own bedroom. Strange how this day turned from boring to good to mildly irritating to something even better.
For some strange reason, though, he thought he could hear someone coughing in the house...
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Phoenix splashed some water on his face and sighed, staring into the slightly chipped mirror. He and Liese had spent at least two hours in her bed and he ran a tired hand through his hair. He was thankful for this to happen - a beautiful woman keeping him from the ungodly work with sex - but he felt horribly guilty for being treated so well while the others were still out working. Especially his daughter. He returned to the bed and kissed along Liese's neck slowly.
"Hey... Liese..." he murmured, smiling at the tired woman.
"Mm?" Liese looked up at Phoenix, playing with his hair and lazing her blue eyes. There was something in his eyes that told her that he wanted to say something more meaningful than just a request for more sex. She sat up a little and touched Phoenix's cheek, looking at him and silently asking what he wanted to say.
Phoenix smiled, unable to keep a sad face around Liese despite what he was asking her for.
"My daughter is in this camp... She... I know I can't, but can you watch her for me?" He asked softly, worrying most for Trucy's safety, especially if the other blond officer was so upset and used Kristoph and Kinder - it had to mean children or something - in the same sentence.
"Ja...I will." Liese glanced at the clock and frowned, holding Phoenix close to bury her face in his broad shoulder, closing her eyes briefly and wishing time would just stop...but it couldn't and she got up to begin getting dressed in her uniform, knowing it was her turn for the night shift. "As soon as I get out of here...set the alarm and take a nap before getting out...I have to do guard duty tonight." She personally would rather spend the entire night with Phoenix, but things couldn't be helped, and she sat on the bed next to him after putting her boots on.
Phoenix sighed softly and nodded, also wishing they could just spend the night. He slid behind her and massaged her shoulders as she put on her boots. He lowered his lips to kiss her neck as his hands slowly traveled down to massage her lower back.
"Be careful." He warned lazily between kisses despite the fact she was the one with the gun.
"I will. You get some sleep and remember...get out of here in an hour." Liese almost forced him down to the bed, kissing Phoenix's lips dizzily until she forced herself away from him and headed outside to prepare for her shift outside the northern barracks.
Meanwhile, in the barracks, Trucy woke up when she heard a soft voice crying and whimpering, going down to the bunk below her to see a little boy only seven or eight crying and clutching himself protectively. He spoke in German, which she didn't understand except for Mama and Papa, and she knew that he was missing his parents. She wrapped her arms around him and kept assuring him in English that things will be all right, then remembered her own daddy and how he was being shoved by those guards.
"...Daddy," Trucy whispered softly, unable to stop the tears running down her face.
Kristoph's boots made a surprisingly quiet sound as he strolled along the rows of cabins. He heard crying and sighed, turning to the cabin on his left. It was one of the children's cabins... They must be homesick. How annoying.
Kristoph walked briskly to the door, his boots loud against the tough ground now as he opened the door and stepped in.
"Was ist los?" He asked, locating the source of the crying and walking over. He looked down at the two children, refusing to kneel for them.
"He...He misses his parents..." Trucy tried hard to rub at her eyes, but the little boy was clutching her tightly and she was unable to get her hands free between patting his back. "Please...can't he see them...just for a few minutes? He's been crying all week..." She wasn't sure if it had been a week, having lost track of time after two days.
Kristoph gave the pair a smile. "Of course. Was ist dein Familienname?" He asked the boy, taking a step back as if he was about to go find them.
"Sommer," the boy replied, looking up at Kristoph as if he were some sort of angel in a Nazi's disguise and Trucy smiled thankfully at him, hoping that he was kind enough to help that poor little boy. Maybe if he would do this, she could see her own daddy as well.
"Sommer." Kristoph repeated slowly. Wasn't that the man who was shot for disobedience? And the woman was terminally ill and they didn't want to take up a bed if she was going to die.
Kristoph liked knowing who exactly he shot as if it was some kind of mental trophy.
"Ja, sich sehen dein Eltern." Kristoph smiled and patted the boy's head. He took another step back, drew his gun and shot the boy square between the eyes.
As the boy fell to the floor, Trucy couldn't hold herself back anymore. She leaned her head back, letting out a strangled sob and moving back in the bunk until she saw the door open and a blond woman stepped in, the same one who had shoved her father that first day.
"Kristoph. Kommen Sie heraus und nehmen Sie diesen Körper mit Ihnen. Sie werden heute Abend getan." That was all she said as she looked at Kristoph, giving a cold gaze toward the entire room.
Kristoph glared at Liese and tucked his gun away. "Endlich." He growled before grasping the twitching boy by the hair and dragging him out. He dropped the corpse onto the ground just in front of the cabin and shot the boy in the head once more to make sure he was dead before returning to his quarters.
Trucy whimpered just a little, looking toward the woman that had managed to chase away that devil of a man away from the room, trying to thank her, but just went back to her bunk when the woman gave her an impassive look. When she fell asleep, Liese climbed up a little to look down and stroke the girl's hair briefly, keeping a note to tell Phoenix this before moving outside. Kristoph was gone and Klavier was over on the other end of the barracks, which left her mainly alone and she sighed a little, shaking her head and glancing back and forth.
Kristoph...you're going mad again, aren't you...?
Klavier jogged over and frowned, seeing Liese. "Ich hören Schuss..." he explained, glancing around. He noticed the kid off to the side of the door to the cabin and he covered his mouth with his hand.
"Liese... das Kinder..." He stared from the child to Liese, wondering if she had been the one to shoot him.
She shook her head when she saw Klavier looking at her, sighing when she realized that Kristoph had disobeyed her order to take the child to one of the settlements to be buried, then said a single word to Klavier:
"Kristoph."
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Machi whimpered in his sleep, trapped between reality and a fantasy that had him rushing through soldiers and protest groups to try and get at Daryan. He kept calling out his friend's name, trying to get him to turn back and failed to find him, getting lost in the crowd of protestors while the soldiers dragged Daryan away. The young teenager whimpered and squirmed in his sleep, wondering why he just couldn't wake up.
Daryan had been a light sleeper and he was always easily woken up for shifts, unlike the men who slept like logs and ended up missing their watch.
He opened one eye and saw Machi squirming and making noises as he seemed to try and escape... his dream?
Daryan slid out of his cot and sat down beside him. He thought about waking the boy but decided against it and slid under the thick blanket with him. He wrapped his arms around Machi and held him close, murmuring calming words into his ear.
The words and the warmth surrounding him pulled Machi out of his dream and he blinked several times, hearing Daryan murmuring in his ear as his hands grasped the back of the man's jacket.
"No leaving...please..." he whimpered softly.
Daryan glanced down and smiled lightly. "No leaving, kid. I promise." He bent his head and kissed the top of the boy's head gently.
"What you doing? You doing that before..." Machi glanced at Daryan in curiosity when their eyes met again, referring to those kisses from earlier. Much of the adult world had been understood to Machi early, but some things had just gone over his head...like the kisses, hugs, and kind touches. "I liking it..." He shook his head and just kept looking at Daryan with mild curiosity.
Daryan shifted a little and propped his head on his hand. He really wasn't sure why he kept kissing the little Borginian boy.
"I.. don't know." He shrugged a little, glad Machi didn't mind. "You're just cute." He shrugged again and looked away.
"Cute..." The word sounded a little foreign to the boy and he repeated it slowly under his breath until a balled up rag soaked in lighter fluid and set on fire crashed through the window. Machi cursed softly and began putting out the fire with a glass of water he'd kept by the pallet, then wrapped the rag up in an old curtain and tossed it out the window.
Daryan swore and stared as Machi acted far too routinely as he put out the fire and threw the rag away.
He ran to the window and looked down. Another protest group. Shit.
"Machi are you okay?" He asked, turning and taking one of the blond's hands.
"Is okay...is being normal," Machi insisted, shaking his head slowly and pulling himself defensively. "You no needing to worry." He sighed a little and wrung his hands nervously, feeling ashamed of himself for having Daryan worrying about him.
Daryan sighed and took both of Machi's hands in his again. "No, Machi, that isn't supposed to be normal. You're supposed to be in a safe, warm home with- I mean, what would've happened if you were still asleep when that came in?" He suddenly wondered what would've happened if that unfortunate scene played out. Machi would've been burned alive and-
He shook his head to return to Earth.
"I...I don't know..." Machi shook his head, trying hard not to cry as his arms wrapped around Daryan's waist, his face buried in the man's chest. He didn't want to imagined being hurt, having managed to spend three years avoiding all these riots from the protesters. "No one wanting me, anyway...so I having no home..."
Daryan hugged Machi and sighed quietly. "Sorry..." he didn't want to distress the boy. "I'm just worried for you..." he kissed the top of Machi's head, wondering if the boy really reminded him of his sister or if he really adored him.
"I promise on the next flight out of here you're coming with me." Daryan said firmly.
The teenager sighed softly, keeping his arms around Daryan before looking up at him wordlessly, unsure of what to say at the moment. He couldn't just thank him for taking him away...it wouldn't be enough...all he could do was keep his arms around his waist and just look at him. Machi lifted one arm and wiped his eyes a little with his fist, trying to stop the tears streaking down his face.
Daryan knelt and hugged Machi properly.
"Is that okay?" He asked slowly, unsure if Machi was happy with that. "Would you like that?" His home was Borginia and Daryan supposed he didn't want to take him away from that, despite the constant riots and all the protests.
"I...I liking...being with my friend," Machi said, his arms wrapping around Daryan's neck to kiss him on the cheek over and over.
"So do I." Daryan smiled and kissed Machi back. He made a note to look up flights to America - or even the UK - tomorrow. "It's late, kid. C'mon, get to sleep." He ushered Machi under the thick cover and joined him this time, deciding he could help keep away the nightmares.
"Good night, Machi."
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Diederich woke up and yawned, glancing around the room. It wasn't his...? Oh right, he drove Ramón home and ended up staying.
He looked beside him to see Ramón and he grinned, remembering everything that had happened last night. He kissed the Spaniard's cheek and got up, stretching, and got dressed quickly. He was used to leaving before they woke up... Somehow it made them feel less committed. He checked that he had everything and left a cute little note with a winking smiley and something about not wanting to wake him beside Ramón on the pillow before slipping out and returning home.
Ramon groaned a little and woke up when he heard a door shut, exhaling slowly when he realized that Diederich had left. Well, that was what whores did half the time, right? Leave when you're asleep? He shook his head and stumbled in the shower, feeling a slight tickle in his chest, but he shook it off and just finished washing his hair, fumbling for a towel on the rack and pulled it off to wrap around his waist. For some reason, it was a little disappointing to not have Diederich in the bed since he considered the twins his friends and after what Diederich did to him...damn, he was going to remember that all his life. The tickle in his chest moved and he coughed thickly in his hand, looking down when he tasted something metallic that didn't exactly belong.
For the first time, the Spaniard felt fear when he looked in his hand and saw the bloody sputum in his palm, knowing what that was. Ramon sat down on the bed and shook his head, unable to stop looking at his hand.
"Mierda..."