That morning began early, like every morning since he'd arrived at the camp. They were called out for count, then sent to the fields before the sun had yet broken over the horrizon. Efren dragged his tired body in the lines to work, his gardening hoe over his shoulder as they all were marched orderly through the camp ground.
Usually he could take the work being given to them, but with the small amounts of food they were served, and the lack of sleep he had gotten that night, today Efren felt like a corpse moving on weak impulse. He hadn't been able to sleep because the man from yesterday had come for him in his sleep, taunting him and standing above him like a grim reaper in the flesh. But something else about him huanted his sleep. Not so much as a terrifying image, but something charming about him, like a dark handsome devil in the night. Blinking his dull blue eyes he realized he was in the fields, mindlessly plowing away without even thinking about it.
Slaming his fist down he growled. He sent the soldier for the boy last night, but the kid was distracted by some troup nurses and never brought him to the general. It was late and most were alseep either way, so he let it slid. But by time the lazy general arose the work day for jews had begun. Still not used to the hours of the farming camp he growled when reports of Efrens bunk were in working time.
Without his jacket, in nothing but his pants that were nicly tucked into his leather boots and a tucked in tight black mussle tank and his hat, General Gerstein stormed out to the feilds. Standing in the center row and lookign around. all the hunched workersseeming the same. turning to the lt. with him he sneared some questions before looking around again.
His anger and edgerness of heart body and mind kicking him up a notch, whiping his hat off he wiped his brow from the summer country heat, opening his mouth he whisled loudly, catching the workers attetion.
Efren was whiping his forehead with the dirty back of his sleeve, smearing wet dirt across it that mized with his sweat. He had just relaxed and had convinced himself he was forgotten when the whistle sounded. All stood up slightly and turned their heads to see. Efren was standing near the back of the fields, surrounded by two other worker men who'd be picking weeds when he saw the man again.
Cloud 'SOLDIERbait' Strife says (1:54 AM)
His palms got sweaty and his heart sped up to increased speeds that made his hands go numb and he dropped the gardening hoe he'd been holding, others around him not noticing as all their eyes fixated on the general infront of them. "no..."
Smirking at the fear they all had at the site of what everyone already knew as the new leader. It had spread over night he was a cold ruthless and mercyless man who could kill at a eyelash blink. Letting his teeth show in a sneer, he put his hat back on his head and titlted it back to see better. One hand on his hip, the other on his custom blade that was black and red as him.
Calling out in a loud and powerful voice he said "I'm General Kurt Gerstein. I am this camps new boss as is being spread among you jews. " yet jews was not as cold as it had been to Efren. Red eyes blank, dead and hallow. "There will be many changes around here. Many of the livestock hands will be shifted to feils and some of you hard feild workers will be moved to the barn for new work. Don't want you getting comfy and all." He sneered, with a laugh, a lt. laughing with him. "I need BLAHBLAHSOMEJEWISH NAME, to come forward, along with Efran P-(forgot how to spell it.)." He said sterinly the kidding in his tone dead.
Efren's legs went to jelly and he found his body refused to move. He didn't really want to move either. But soon eyes of people who knew who he was were turning to him, and pretty soon he had no choice but to move. He made his way up between the rows of fields toward the general, his head completely down as he watched his feet, avoiding the stern, unmoving eyes of his fellow workers. And also, the red eyes of the general he now neared.
Watching the two aprach he hid his smile. the other younger boy, around 14 was the secrect lover of a general who had recently been transferd. And now this boy would too transfer to be a 'laundry' boy for the man. Kurt was just lucky to stumble in on them the other night on his way to his room, and the inside scoop of soldier jew relationships was given to him. Leading him to have a mission now.
Efren stood before the general, but kept his head low. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see the young boy's face next to him. He didn't know him personally, but he'd seen the boy around. But he hadn't seen him until recently. Now that they were both called forward, he wondered why that was.
the general nodded to the boy, which seemed to bring a smile to his face, a hopefully, happy one. Despite the horrible place they were. Turning his heels he started to walk, guns being jabed into the two boys sides to get them walking. Once away from the feilds, the general relaxed, sending the lt and gaurds away, so that the two jews and him walked alone.
"Eljah, I'm sure you know why I called you out." He stated coldly. in which the bright blue eyed cute blonde boy, who could easily pass as a small girl smiled. "Yes sir, I do. And even thought as a jew my words could taint you, I can't thank you enough." Scoffing a blush away Kurt looked at the two, nodding the small boys to look in the dresction of a black parked car.
Where a very handsome brown haired green eyes man stood, smiling sword on the ground in front of him, hands on its handle. In a strong and leadership like pose. He them lifted a hand and becokoned the boy, who looked between him and Kurt. Nodding the boy ran to the other general happily, but stoping and lowering his head, which was just ruffled and lead him into he car that soon left. "Glad thats over with." Kurt huffed, turning towards Efren.
Efren watched with a look of absolute puzzlement as the young boy ran off to the other general, happily so. 'What the..?' Efren shook his head in disbelief, so lost in his own bewilderment he was unaware of the other general now turning his attention to himself. 'Why?' He questioned inside his head as he watched the boy get into the car and leave with the Nazi general.
A horrible thought came to his mind, which he shook off. He'd rather belief he was still asleep and dreaming. That to him seemed more logical then to have a jew and a nazi being close. Slowly he came back to his senses, turning his attention back to the general, slightly jumping when he saw those eyes fixated on him.
Raising an eyebrow the general chuckled. "Yes, it can happen to anyone. Foolishly, but I'm not one to speak." Lifitng a gloved hand and checking for anyone near by, he lifted the boys chin, and once given the clear he pushed his lips agisnt the boys.
Efren's eyes widen until they felt the size of saucers, the general's sudden contact more then frightening. He didn't know how to react. Pulling away could result in punishment, but not doing so could mark him as a homosexual ontop of being a Jew. His mind raced and his eyes darted from side to side, worrying or hoping to see someone else. The feeling were so mixed he was unsure he was still awake.
But soon the warmth and moist lips of the Nazi drew his reeling mind to a hault, and he soon found himself slipping under the spell. He'd thought those lips would taste like death and war, of blood and metal and rust. But they tasted sweet, intoxicating, and his hands were hard to keep at his side.
His leather clad hand held the boys chin up, their heigh diffrence proving to be a real bother to the comander. His eyes remained open through most of the lip attack, but the sweet taste of the jewish boys lips overtook him. His blood red eyes sliding shut, as he walked forward pushing the boy roughly to an ajacent warehouse building. Scarlling he bite the boys lower lip, demanding acess to the moist entrence of his virgin lips. The lips he'd soon come to claim as his alone.
His tounge penetrating the mouth, as his hands busied themselfs, one holding the face, check in plam. the other griping at his small fragie hips.
He felt himself being moved backwards somewhere in the back of his mind, but he was too preoccupied with the taste of the general's lips to noticed until the hard surface of the building was on his back. His eyes opened slightly to slits at the sound of the scarl, only a moment passing for him to question it until the pain struck his lip. a sharp moan was wrenched out and he felt his knees nearly give way under him, having to regain himself and press his back father into the wall to stay upright. The force of the kiss should have scared him, made him worry, but deep down he loved it. Loved being forced, love the danger, loved the sinful delight of this Nazi's hands on him and his hot toungue penatrating his mouth.
It was all so horrible, yet so memorizing.
Chuckling to the weakness in the boys knees Kurt growled lustfully. His right hand sliping from the beautfiul dirt stained face, creaseing coverd skin as it went down. The left hand now sliping under the unfitting sleep wear like top. His metals clinking on his jacket as his shoulders moved shifted. A tight panthed leg slipping between the boys, pressing hard; yet also giving a perch or sorts for the weak jew to lean down on.
Their tounges still at battle, the cold metal building slowly warming form the body heat and heat generating from the lustly passion between the forbidin lovers. Not only for their diffrences in social standings, but also for their sex, and step on the lifes totem pole.
Efren felt the leg go between his and moaned uncontrolably into the kiss, loosing what little power he had and giving way to the complete force of the Nazi commander, his hips jutting forward causing him to grind downwards every so slightly on the leg, hardly noticable except for a few rougher jerks here and there. He felt his body going weaker and his eyes begin to blur, the warmth of the devil's hands carassing him in places his God would never permit. He'd allowed the demon to go this far with him, the same demon who'd brought his people here to suffer. And yet even as he had to titled his head back and stoop up some to reach the commander, he felt almost human with him. Not like a Jew, a target, but a sinful love.
The gloved hands were making no waste on their pulling the pants down sligtly on the boy, leg still grinding him. Though very faint, the comander could feel the jerks the small boy made, causing a wicked smirk to potral his features. Red eyes glowing down at him lust and controlling desires. Almost as if it was just his lover, and not a jew he very may be forced to kill one day. The thought bothered him, but it wasent the time for him to think such foolish things, right now he could kill the boy if he wanted, for giving in to him.
His insides, and own member told him to do other wise. He snarled, his hand snatching at the boys dick, clasping it and tugging roughly but pleasurably. His mouth pulling away to latch onto the think neck. The taste of sweat and tears causeing his own member to twitch. This secnt, itwas driving him mad. Not in the sence of anger as his father put him in after finding out the truth, but in a fit of desire and lust, losing control of his duty. He wanted to engulf himself in its luscious aroma, or rather...in the glaorious hole of the small boy who cause this maddening.
The boy felt his body growing weaker, and something else other then his sense of reason was keeping him from falling flat against the commander and giving into exhaustion. The rough leather of the gloves on his sensative skin made him jerk and start to cry out, only for him to remember where they were, who they were, and what could happen should they be found out.
He bit it off short in a sharp little cry before he felt his legs threaten to go rubbery on him again. His hands moved to the commander's shirt and tried to add some force to it, to push him away, to drive the evil away. But he was weak in his attempt. Not only from hunger and lack of rest, but from his own self acting against him.
His will and religious views is what applied what little force there was, but his own bodies' desires kept any real power being put onto the Nazi. And his logic, his own sense, was torn between the two and just gave up when the lips hit his. "Pl-pl..please...stop...this is- wrong." He choked out in a hushed whisper, fear of a strike reviving itself.
The short and sweet cry cause his leather hadnt o tighten around the boys member. Soon after a small push, which only caused the elder to quirk an eyebrow made him want the boy even more.
"Any attempt to push me away is useless, jew."
He snarled, the lust pouring from his words, much to his dislike. He had already left nearly several bite marks on and near the boys neck, the shirt a step away from being torn off in shreds. He knew very well that death could almost touch him if he got caught. But now that the thought passesd his mind he became even more excited if at all possible. It had been about a week since he came to the base, his city whores staying at their brothal. He never did feel 'botherd and hot' with women. Jerking the boy quicker he pushed agisnt the boy.
"Say a word to another, and your fathers protection will vanish."
He snarled just as a final jerk pushed the boy over the edge. Stpeeing back slowly to let the blonde slump down. A grin on his face as he let his red eyes trace the boy, the thought of turning him around and penetrating that imaginably tight ass still lingering. Snatchign his chin up, Kurt stole a rought kiss, pulling at the already kiss swollen lips, to bruise them slightly. Ajusting his jacket he stood up straight to his full height, looking down at the jew.
"Return to your bunk, I'll call for you when I feel the need."
He laughed walking away. Thought his laugh shook with the release he need to go fulfill. Something holding him back from forceing the boy just yet.
Efren felt his body reacting to the touch of the leather on his member, a place that only felt so wonderfully bad to be touched even once by himself. His neck felt moist and warm with blood and poison from the german's mouth, and his body couldn't help but beg for more as his back arched to the general and his hips bucked up into his touch despite himself.
The threat and rough jerk was what pushed him over the edge and he found his senses temporarily stunned, his vision being bliding by stars and his nerves tingling with the afterglow of the climax. But the mention of his father kept him from enjoying it to it's fullesy potential.
"M-my father...?"
He breathed, looking up at the Nazi and struggling to pull back up his worker pants. He watched as the Nazi walked away, laughing, a bitter feeling boiling wre lust once was. He sat in the dirt for awhile feeling sick about himself, before getting up and returning to his bunk later as the sun went down.
He sundly felt the urge to turn and gather the boy in his arms. Send word to give his father the best treat ment he could and lay down the boy, to show him what a real man could do. But he didnt, he couldent turn around. Even with a soul as black as his from betrayal and hurt Kurt kept his blood eyes looking straight as he martched towards the gas chambers to supervize.
As he overlooked matters for the rest of the day he couldent shake his mind off the feelings he was feeling. Feelings..He could snort at that, in fact he did out loud, in a meeting. Casueing the look at him confused. He felt for the boy? That made no sense to him. But he knew that he would go futher then the hell he was bound for anyway, to make sure that boy was his, and soon.
He layed crammed in the cockpit-beds that night, unable to sleep even with the extreme exhaustion for more then just the usual reasons. His mind kept replaying what had happened to him over and over in his head, despite himself. He'd prayed for forgiveness but doubted his God would forgive such vile sins. But he couldn't help himself. The feelings he had for the Nazi were horrible yes, in all forms. But something about that excited him and he couldn't control the urges he felt when he imagined the man on him again, his power and force devouring the boy in the most darkest of flames. But then he'd quickly try to shake it off and forget, to pray and be forgiven. Then a dreadful idea came to his mind, as if his God was answering him with a message - The Nazi said he'd be sending for him.
