Warning: Heavily implied sexual interactions between Conan and an adult. The twentieth century was quite a different world than it is now, even more so during times of war. Some scenes are here, not to condone particular actions, but merely to depict the circumstances which lead to Conan's current personality and state of mind. The past is the foundations of the present. Skip this chapter if it bothers you. Again, rated M for a reason. End warning.
Disclaimer: I don't own DC.
Conan always hated this part, his de-briefing with the Colonel. It was just so boring. After all, there was no mystery when it came to what the Colonel desired. Conan just sighed as he reached the innocuous door, hidden deep inside sector four. Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Come in," a stern voice called out, bidding Conan inside. Conan turned the handle and entered the Colonel's private office.
"Ah, Conan!" the Colonel greeted, the stern voice from before evaporating, replaced by one of elation. "Come, come," the Colonel said, gesturing to his lap. Conan moved silently across the room and dropped himself on the Colonel's thigh.
Truth be told, the Colonel was a bit of an eccentric, though perhaps that was the pre-requisite for doing what he did. A man of average appearance and only slightly above average intelligence, the Colonel was a fairly unremarkable man. His genius, if one could call it that, lied in his obsessional attitude, that and his lack of any conscience whatsoever. Whereas others might had given pause and hesitated, the Colonel pressed on unperturbed. Some call it genius, others call it insanity.
A glance around the room showed the extent of the Colonel's peculiarities. Eyes, human eyes, stared blankly from innumerable shelves, the corresponding body long since decayed. There were also torture devices and tools whose purpose was only known to the Colonel himself.
And then there were the oddities and fetishes littered through the room as well. Conan had seen the Colonel's roach collection once, if collection was taken to mean a giant tank of the critters. Conan could only imagine what the critters fed on. Actually, Conan thought, I don't have to guess. The thought brought a sudden smirk to the boy's face.
"Ah, is something funny, Conan?" the Colonel said, one hand stroking Conan's hair while the other was snaked around the boy's waist.
"It was nothing, Colonel," Conan replied.
"I told you to call me papa," the Colonel cooed.
"Sorry, papa," Conan forced himself to say.
"Tell me about your mission," the Colonel said, changing the topic.
"You already know about it," Conan weakly protested, remembering to add "papa" at the end. It was the truth. After all, the Colonel had been watching the entire time thanks to the camera attached to Conan's shirt.
"Ah, but hearing it from you excites me so," the Colonel said, moaning. The Colonel moved close to Conan's ear; close enough that the boy could smell the man's breath. There was the faint hint of honey, overpowered by the strong smell of oysters*. The Colonel darted a tongue out, and took a lap at Conan's earlobe.
Conan began describing his mission, acting as if the Colonel was just another inevitable fixture of reality, "I was ordered to eliminate the spy that had infiltrated our staff. I was told he would be from MI6 but that he would appear German rather than British. I was cautioned-"
"Conan," the man interrupted, "Not so much like a military report please."
Conan sighed internally. Dealing with the Colonel was always so much effort. That's another reason he hated these meetings. "As you wish, papa. Like I was saying," Conan began again, though his demeanor had changed completely, "The spy could have been anyone, which was really scary." Conan paused for dramatic effect. "But I remembered that papa had taught me to be brave, to show no fear to Germany's enemies!" Conan said, elevating his volume. The colonel nodded, seemingly pleased at what he was hearing. His hands slowly began to drift down Conan's body: first shoulders, lower, then chest, lower, then abdomen, lower…
Conan seemed unperturbed by the Colonel's actions as he continued his story. "So I thought of a plan to catch the little mouse."
"How'd you do that?" the Colonel asked, a rhetorical question, as he already knew the answer.
"I gave him a little cheese of course!" Conan chirped, "I knew he wanted intel about us, and the research we were doing. So I spread a rumor around, that we would be doing a mandatory training exercise with all our guards. That'd mean our security would be super weak, papa. The spy wouldn't be able to resist!"
"Mhm, that's very clever of you, Conan," the man moaned, continuing with his fiddling. "And then what happened?"
"I accidentally lost the schematics," Conan admitted.
"You did what?!" the Colonel asked, in mock anger.
"You're silly, papa! They obviously weren't the real schematics," Conan giggled, "They were just detailed enough to be believable. They also showed that the only escape route, in case he was to be discovered, would be the boiler room. So, I just went to the boiler room and waited until he set off the alarm. I'd given him the wrong passcode, after all."
"And did he show up?" the Colonel asked, "To the boiler room?"
"Yep!" Conan chirped. "But papa, you lied," Conan said, suddenly frowning.
"Papa wouldn't lie to Conan," the Colonel said.
"You said this man was the best MI6 had, but you lied," Conan accused, "It was no fun at all."
"You're just too smart, Conan," the Colonel replied, complimenting the boy, "But finish your story. What happened after you met the spy? Did you make him suffer? Did you make him bleed?" The Colonel was getting excited; Conan could feel it in his back.
"Mhm," Conan said, nodding his head, "I shot him three times; he was bleeding pretty badly. I even asked him if it hurt," Conan bragged. He knew the Colonel loved it when he acted all innocent.
"Quickly, Conan, finish the story," the Colonel said, his breathing rapid now. The Colonel's eyes rolled around as if he were in ecstasy.
"Well, then the man tried to escape through the vents. I was really surprised, papa, because he actually made it in."
"And then?" the Colonel demanded.
"I turned on the steam of course!" Conan said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"And then you heard his scream," the Colonel finished, reaching the climax and laughing a perverse, deranged kind of laugh.
"Yep! It-" Conan started, but a sudden kiss from the Colonel prevented any more words from coming out.
When the Colonel finally broke away for air, he stared into Conan's eyes and said, "I love you, Conan."
"I love you too, papa," Conan replied.
"Shall we take this someplace more comfortable?" the Colonel said with a wink.
Conan walked out of the room, busy re-buttoning his shirt. The Colonel was still inside, though now fast asleep. Well, glad that's over with, Conan thought, Now, on to the day's business.
"It's not fair," a voice whined, breaking Conan out of his thoughts. Conan looked up to see a boy standing in his path, arms crossed, a pout evident in his face.
"Kaito," Conan said, looking warily at the other boy.
"Why does papa love you more than me? He's always alone, spending time with you. It's not fair, bruder!" Kaito whined.
"You have no idea what you're talking about, Kaito," Conan warned, a dangerous annoyance underlying his tone.
"It's just not fair," Kaito repeated, unsure how far he could press without drawing Conan's anger. Conan's expression showed that Kaito was pretty close to the limit. "Hmph," Kaito said, a last ditch effort to assert his dominance. Conan just ignored it.
"What are you really doing here, Kaito?" Conan asked.
At that, Kaito's mood made a one-eighty turn. "We're going on a mission, bruder!"
"A mission? I didn't hear anything from the Colonel," Conan said.
"This one came straight from the top, from the Fuehrer himself!" Kaito chirped, obviously excited. "There's a briefing soon in sector two! Let's go!" Kaito yelled excitedly, grabbing onto Conan's wrists.
"Hey, hold on," Conan said, abruptly being pulled along. Really, Conan thought, as Kaito dragged him through the halls, with polar opposite personalities, how could the two of us be twins? "Kaito, I said, 'slow down'!"
Kaito just looked back and grinned.
So, what'd everyone think? Was the Colonel a little too creepy? I'm trying something fairly new for me, so any feedback would be much appreciated =D If you enjoyed the story, please review/favorite/follow!
Post Notes
*Oysters and Honey are natural aphrodisiacs.
Burder is the German word for Brother.