I never was very patient so here is the final part of my Landa/Hellstrom slash!
For the final time, huge thanks to DeborahKLA whose thorough beta enhanced this story tremendously.
Please feedback if you find time, I am writing more slash and would love to know what people think of this one.
All characters are copyright of Quentin Tarantino.
WARNING! This chapter contains explicit gay sex!
With no warning Landa lunged forward, slamming Hellstrom painfully against the door and, grabbing his wrists, pinned his arms to each side. Hellstrom's cry of surprise was cut off as his mouth was caught against Landa's mouth, and he pressed his lips to Dieter's lips in a passionate kiss. Hellstrom's entire body felt weak, his knees sank slightly and his hands trembled. He had never in his life been kissed like this; Landa pressed his mouth against his so forcefully it was almost painful. He moved hungrily against Hellstrom's lips, as if unable to consume him quickly enough, his tongue entering his mouth and sliding towards his throat.
Hellstrom groaned against him and met his probing tongue with his own, cautiously reaching upwards to take Landa's face in his hands and nervously run his fingers back into Landa's thick hair. Landa returned the gesture by taking hold of the back of Hellstrom's neck, stroking the base of his hairline and pulling him closer to him, their bodies pressed firmly together. Landa shuddered gently as he felt Hellstrom's erection pressed against his thigh, and he rubbed slightly against Dieter's body to show the young man that he had responded in the same way. After what felt like hours, Landa finally pulled his mouth away, both of them gasping slightly for breath.
Landa smiled. "I have wanted to do that for quite some time," he said, panting slightly. He moved his hands onto Hellstrom's chest and pressed gently, his fingers finding the erect nipples through his jacket. Their eyes met.
"I don't believe this is the most appropriate place," Landa chuckled, gesturing at the door. "I think we should retire somewhere more comfortable." His eyes grew serious, and the feverish lust in his face made Hellstrom almost fearful of what the Standartenführer might have planned. Landa gently pulled him to the nearest room, which was a stylish sitting room. Hellstrom followed as Landa led him towards a large and comfortable looking sofa. Then he suddenly realised that this was where Landa intended to consummate their physical relationship. He pulled back and shook his head, not considering how Landa might react.
"No, please, not..." he stuttered, unable to complete his sentence.
Landa looked surprised and a steely glare came into his eyes.
"Is there a problem, Dieter?" he asked impatiently.
"Please, could we..." Hellstrom was again unable to finish his sentence. His whole body cringed in embarrassment. He gestured with his eyes to the ceiling, hoping that Landa would understand what he meant.
Landa looked momentarily confused before a sly smile of understanding spread over his handsome face.
"Oh, I see," he said with exaggerated understanding, making Hellstrom wince with embarrassment. Landa walked back over to him with an amused swagger. "I take it, Dieter, that you would prefer we continued this in my bedroom?"
Hellstrom didn't dare meet Landa's eyes, but he nodded sheepishly. Landa laughed.
"As you wish," he said, placing a hand on Hellstrom's back and leading him out of the room. He paused when he once again saw the pained expression on Hellstrom's face; the boy clearly had something he was trying to say.
"What is it, Dieter?" Landa asked, almost sounding concerned.
After so many years of lacklustre encounters, of fumbling and fleeting sex, Dieter could not bear to pass over the opportunity to express his desire for intimacy with a man he wanted so much. He wanted to tell Landa this, but he couldn't bring himself to speak the words. He was sure they would sound too needy and childish. He hesitantly planted his hands on Landa's chest and fingered the brass buttons of his uniform, feeling the warmth of his body and the intimacy he craved.
He heard Landa's breath grow heavier.
"I've never…" he started, "I just want...I need..."
His voice trailed off, and he cursed his inability to effectively express himself. Fortunately, Landa seemed to understand what he wanted.
"I see, Dieter," he said, so softly that Hellstrom had to strain to hear him. "Well, if you would rather do this slowly then you have come to the right man." He leant forward and whispered deep into Hellstrom's ear, playfully licking his earlobe as he spoke. "If you want, I can make this last for hours."
Hellstrom's pitiful moan of desperation gave Landa his answer.
Hellstrom half stumbled as he followed Landa out of the living room and up the stairs, his body shaking with tension, thrilled by the excited grin on Landa's face. He wondered if maybe he should have allowed Landa to ravish him on the sofa. He was unsure his nerves would hold out.
Landa opened a door at the top of the stairs and Hellstrom followed him into a bedroom. It was meticulously tidy and surprisingly sparse; apart from the large bed covered in pure white bedding there was a small desk with perfectly organised paperwork and a dressing table with drawers and three small bottles sitting on top. Landa gestured to his bed and Hellstrom perched on the edge, waiting to be told what he should do. His whole body was gripped with fear as Landa gave him a narrow-eyed look, cocking his head to one side.
"Not nervous I hope, Dieter?" he asked mockingly, smirking with pleasure at his rhetorical question.
Hellstrom didn't answer. He watched, unblinking, as Landa bent down and began to remove his own boots, never taking his eyes off Hellstrom's face. Once his feet were bare, he padded silently over to the bed and sat next to Hellstrom. He took his face in his hands, the playful amusement fading in his expression.
"Mein Gott," he breathed deeply, "you are so beautiful."
Hellstrom was overcome with lust as Landa kissed him hard, pushing him down onto the bed. Landa pulled Hellstrom's legs up so he was lying flat and lay between them, his hands forcefully touching and grabbing every inch of his body. Hellstrom's heart leapt as he felt Landa's hard erection rubbing against him. Landa's hands slid up his chest and began to unbutton his jacket. He tried to reciprocate and reached for Landa's buttons, but his hands were batted away. Landa quickly unbuttoned Dieter's jacket, removed his tie and swiftly undid his shirt buttons. Hellstrom sat up very slightly so that all three garments could be pulled over his head. Landa gasped with pleasure as he surveyed Hellstrom's naked chest, laying his hands flat on his taut flesh.
"You have a truly beautiful body," he said, stroking Dieter's clammy skin.
Hellstrom's excitement grew as Landa lowered his face to his neck, nipping the skin before moving down his chest. He ran his tongue playfully around Hellstrom's nipples before taking each one into his mouth and sucking and biting hard. He moved slowly down his stomach, kissing and biting the skin, leaving a light trail of moisture as his lips descended to his waist. Hellstrom closed his eyes and concentrated every fibre of his being on how wonderful it felt to be explored in this way.
Every touch and kiss Landa bestowed on him sent pulsations of joy through his veins. He gritted his teeth to keep himself from crying out as he felt Landa undo his trousers, slowly removing the material that covered the obvious bulge of his excitement. Landa suddenly sat up and pulled Hellstrom's knees up so he could remove his boots, throwing them onto the floor before returning his attention to his groin. He gently massaged Dieter's hard cock, smiling as he elicited a moan of pleasure from him.
"You're so hard for me, Dieter," he said. "Tell me what you want me to do."
Hellstrom hesitated, unsure what Landa wanted to hear. Their eyes locked and he could see that Landa was serious, his eyes staring in lustful anticipation. Hellstrom still failed to answer and Landa nudged him impatiently.
"What do you want me to do, Dieter?" he purred teasingly, stroking his cock again through his trousers as he spoke. "I want to hear it from your lips."
"Touch me," Hellstrom finally whispered.
"And what else?" Landa pressed on.
Hellstrom hesitated briefly before answering. "I want you to suck me."
He blushed and looked down in shame, as if his answer was a wicked confession. Landa laughed gleefully, clearly enjoying the humiliation he was inflicting.
"And what else, Dieter?" he asked, his voice almost shaking with the joy of provocation. "Tell me what else you want." His stroking became harder and more urgent. "Come on Dieter, tell me what you've been wanting me to do all day."
Hellstrom's sense of pride was no longer intact. He didn't care if his request sounded undignified.
"Touch me," he said urgently. "I want you to touch me and fuck me."
This was the sign Landa had been waiting for. With sudden aggression he pulled Hellstrom's loosened trousers off before doing the same to his underwear. His eyes ran hungrily over Dieter's naked body. Hellstrom suddenly felt self conscious under such a lustful stare. Landa got up from the bed and stood at the end, unbuttoning his own jacket and placing it carefully on the chair in front of his dressing table, followed by his tie. Hellstrom watched in desperate excitement as Landa slowly removed his shirt, revealing his firm torso and lightly hairy chest. He began to unbutton his trousers but stopped, perhaps thinking that Hellstrom had been treated to enough of his naked flesh for the time being.
Landa returned to the bed and pressed himself down onto Hellstrom's body, kissing him more violently now and running his hands over his naked skin. He moved quickly to Hellstrom's knee and began running his tongue teasingly up his inner thigh, occasionally kissing and nipping at tender pieces of flesh. Hellstrom was now shaking with excitement. His hands found Landa's head and his fingers ran through his hair; he was half tempted to force Landa's face into his groin. But he knew better than to try to control Landa's actions, and he waited in agonising anticipation as Landa's soft lips moved closer to his cock.
He let out a heavy groan of raw pleasure when he finally felt Landa's mouth kiss the very tip of his cock. He opened his eyes wide and watched in dazed awe as Landa slowly took him into his mouth and then deep into his throat. Hellstrom could feel light tears pricking at his eyes; his body had never experienced such ecstasy. He continued to stroke Landa's hair as the older man ran his tongue up and down Dieter's shaft, sliding it in and out of his mouth, his hands gently caressing his testicles and stroking the dusting of hair around the groin.
He felt Landa wriggle out of his remaining clothing, and he struggled to sit up and look; he had wanted to see Landa's naked body all day. Landa seemed to sense his wandering eyes and placed his hands on Dieter's chest, pushing him firmly back down, flat on the bed. He took him deep into his throat once more, sucking forcefully and running his tongue along the hard flesh. Hellstrom began to moan loudly as the painfully joyous physical sensation grew so strong it was almost too much to control.
Landa finally released the cock from his mouth and looked up smiling, licking his lips suggestively. "Turn over," he quietly ordered.
Hellstrom didn't argue. He turned over onto his stomach, parting his legs slightly in hopeful anticipation of what might come next. He sank his face into the coolness of the white sheets, luxuriating in the feeling of Landa's roaming hands stroking his neck, back and buttocks. Landa's hands suddenly hooked under his hips, pulling him slightly upwards and parting his legs further. Hellstrom wondered only momentarily what was happening when he groaned with raw pleasure as he felt Landa's tongue between his buttocks. In all of Hellstrom's short and frantic sexual history, he had never experienced such an intimate pleasure. He bit down on the sheets and screwed his hands into fists, his vision blurring as he focused on nothing except the firm tongue which explored his most intimate self. He tried to picture Landa's handsome face in his mind, imagine the moist lips and tongue sliding against his delicate flesh. He could feel the outline of Landa's features pressing between his buttocks; feel the soft tickle of his hair against his skin.
Just when Hellstrom thought he couldn't stand it any longer, he felt Landa's warm mouth move away from him. It was replaced with cold wetness as some form of liquid was worked against his entrance. He glanced backwards and saw a tube of lubricant in Landa's free hand. He shuddered with pleasure, knowing what would happen next. Landa slowly worked in the cold gel, let his fingers slide inside Hellstrom, grinning with delight at the moan of pleasure he elicited in doing so. Hellstrom was almost ready to beg again when he felt Landa's erection press against him.
"Ready?" he said playfully.
If Landa was expecting an answer he didn't wait for it. Hellstrom cried out from the searing pain and pulsating pleasure as Landa's throbbing cock pushed firmly inside him. He panted and breathed heavily, forcing his muscles to relax and accommodate the sudden invasion into his body. Landa, possibly sensing his slight discomfort, began to move very slowly, waiting patiently for the muscles to relax around him. As Hellstrom's body began to respond to Landa, the thrusts became harder and more purposeful.
"Oh, mein Gott," Hellstrom heard Landa gasp behind him. "You're so tight. I feel like I'm fucking a virgin."
Landa laughed slyly at his comment and began to push harder, sliding deeper into Hellstrom's body, eliciting a series of tiny gasps and moans from him. Hellstrom closed his eyes and braced himself. The increased urgency of Landa's trembling body rubbed his tender flesh raw. He could feel Landa's skin sliding against his buttocks and his face prickled with perspiration. As quickly as he had started, Landa suddenly withdrew, flipping Hellstrom roughly onto his back and gently lifting up his hips.
"Look at me" he gasped, his face flushed and his eyes full of need. "I want you to look deep into my eyes when you come. I want you to know who's fucking you."
Hellstrom nodded silently, gripping Landa's damp shoulders as he felt him moving again between his legs.
"I want you," Hellstrom whispered.
They both froze momentarily, the sudden affection and familiarity bringing things to a halt as they assessed the impact this change in their relationship might have on their working partnership. Landa looked at Hellstrom with puzzled eyes before smiling indulgently and responding.
"I want you, too, Dieter," he replied, resting his body flat against the young man and once again engaging him in a deep kiss.
Hellstrom's legs wrapped tightly around Landa's waist as he felt him again slide into his body, much more easily now that his muscles were so warm and relaxed. Their lips worked against each other and Landa gripped Hellstrom's hands tightly in his own as he began to thrust. Hellstrom wondered feverishly if it was possible to be any more intimate with another person, both their bodies combined in an intense union, every inch of flesh meeting the skin of the other. Landa gasped against his mouth as he began to grind his hips harder, the tip of his cock hitting Hellstrom deep inside as he tilted his hips up slightly to push himself in even further.
Hellstrom began to pant as the pace increased, Landa's cock penetrating him so deeply, every inch of his body aching as a pleasurable throb began to emanate from deep within his pelvis. He couldn't hold on any longer, and he came hard onto his own stomach, his eyes fixed obediently on Landa's so he could see the reaction of the boy he was fucking so hard. Dieter could sense that Landa was not far behind him and was proved right when with one final shuddering push Landa ejaculated hard inside him, filling him with his hot fluid.
Landa fell lightly onto Hellstrom's chest. Their bodies trembled together as they felt the last shudders of orgasm pulsate in their veins. Hellstrom felt the hard flesh deep within him slowly soften. Landa carefully pulled out, rolled off and onto his back, breathing deeply and releasing the scent of semen mingled with sweat into the air. Despite his exhaustion and the stunned disbelief pounding in his head, Hellstrom discreetly used the opportunity to look at Landa's body, particularly the thick cock which now lay flaccid against his groin, glistening in the aftermath of their passionate sex.
Hellstrom was desperately tired. The flesh between his legs ached slightly from the vigorous friction it had experienced. But he still had a burning question, something he needed to hear from Landa's lips.
"Standartenführer," he began earnestly but Landa's hand waved tiredly at him.
"Tomorrow Dieter, it can wait until tomorrow," he said, before reaching out to the young man and drawing his hot, feverish body against his own.
Hellstrom sighed with deep satisfaction, inhaling the scent of Landa's body. Tomorrow it would be.
END