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This is the second half of 'Stitches', and this is why it's rated M. Sexual themes, language etc
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The two men lay there on the damp grass for some time, waiting for the other's reaction. Tank had placed himself between the thighs of his comrade, and was hoping for the life of him that the man below him didn't have a knife handy. Edward was pinned to the floor, the weight of his subject pressing against him. It was not an uncomfortable sensation.
Rather, it was quite the opposite. The doctor liked being this close to the brutish blonde, it gave him a twisted sense of joy to have those gleaming blue pools gazing down into his own green ones. He could even make out the small beads of sweat that had formed on the marine's forehead, he was so close. The sweltering humidity around them did nothing to ruin the moment, it seemed to accentuate the smouldering fire that was slowly beginning to form between them.
The only sound in the night was that of the waterfall nearby, the constant stream calming the two men and relaxing them. Their weapons had been cast to one side, along with one's shirt and the other's jacket. Both men's hearts were beating a frantic rhythm as they struggled to deal with the complexity of what they were currently feeling. Hatred collided with need, and before either man could make a rational decision, Richtofen's gloved hand reached and tangled into Dempsey's hair, pulling their faces ever closer. Tank ran his hand down and grasped Edward's thigh, bringing it up to rest against his side.
Within seconds of their lips meeting, tenderness was cast aside and both men brought their ever-raging battle for dominance into this new encounter. Hands roamed across unexplored and forbidden territory as Dempsey began removing the doctor's shirt, getting impatient and deciding to just tear the damn thing. The sound of the fabric tearing sent a shock through Richtofen's body, and the feel of the American's hands across his exposed flesh had him writhing in bitter pleasure.
The two broke apart for air, but that didn't stop Tank from hungrily seeking the skin of Edward's throat. He ran his tongue across the sensitive flesh, earning a string of small but feverish moans from the man below him. He continued to work his way from one side to the other painfully slowly, his body reacting immediately to the sounds coming from the German.
Richtofen could hardly bear it, but a small part of him wanted this sweet torture to continue. The marine's chapped lips against his skin were something he could not describe. He gawped in shock as he felt the larger man's hand brush against his crotch, and sank back down as he grew accustomed to the strange yet pleasurable feeling.
Within minutes, the Nazi's shirt was in pieces next to them as was the American's, and both men were twisting and writhing against one another. It was getting too much for Richtofen, and his more unstable side began to surface as his moans became lower and huskier. Dempsey sensed the change all too late, and before he could object a sharp pain crossed his shoulder.
The voices were screaming for blood, and Richtofen answered them by sinking his teeth into the dense flesh of his tormentor's shoulder. He bit down hard, earning a yell from Tank as the blood began to slowly ooze from the holes he had made. The crimson fluid filled his senses with its metallic tang, and he was completely lost in it. He didn't even realise that Dempsey had torn his way through the rest of his clothing.
The pain coursed through Tank's body, but it didn't deter him. Instead it ignited the raw lust within him, and clawed and ripped his way through the remainder of the Nazi's clothing. He growled and groaned in protest, but the doctor didn't stop. He continued sucking on the small wounds he had made, allowing the previously restrained moans to escape onto Dempsey's skin. Tank had to grab Edward by his hair and wrench his mouth away from his shoulder. Once he had, he couldn't resist crushing their lips together. The look of slight insanity and the blood staining his lips made him look so enticing. He felt the doctor's hand creep around and down to his groin, where he nearly jumped with surprise as he felt the cold leather against his member.
"Enough playing around" the Nazi growled.
Tank felt the jolt of excitement hit him, but before he could act upon it Richtofen had switched their positions, slamming him hard into the ground. His back clicked in protest, but other needs were overriding the small pinch of pain that resided there. The marine closed his eyes as Richtofen began an all-out assault on his senses. The German kissed, licked and nipped at different parts of Tank's body, and alternated his touches between feather-light and skin tearing scratches. It was driving Dempsey mad with need, and he growled his frustration.
His eyes shot open when he felt a stinging sensation cross his torso. His gaze narrowed on his would-torturer, and he wondered where the fuck he'd kept that scalpel the whole time.
He could see the red droplets that coated the shining steel of the blade. For a moment he wondered what on earth was going on. His mental question was answered when the Nazi above him brought the blood covered scalpel to his lips and ran his tongue along the blade, flicking it erotically as he lapped up the blood.
Tank's gaze switched between the gash on his torso, and the man above him who was smiling devilishly at him.
"Damn Doc…"
He received a small growl in response, before the German dived down to bite and suck on the wound he'd inflicted, glorifying in the delicious taste of the blood.
"God Damn it! Just…argh…just…"
The Nazi raised his head "Vhat vas zat?"
"Please just get on with it!" Tank all but shouted,
"Now, now American, patience is a virtue" Richtofen said quietly, disposing of the rest of Dempsey's clothes.
"Patience my ass! I'd like to see this situation reversed, see how you do!" Tank yelled.
Edward merely giggled "Not likely…" he muttered darkly, his eyes almost glowing with lust.
But he was very wrong.
Richtofen found himself slammed back into the ground again, and a searing pain shot through his lower abdomen, and he shouted out incoherently.
"Heh nice try Doc" Tank whispered in Richtofen's ear, before beginning his method of punishment for the Nazi.
The two men tangled together, their mingled moans filling the air. They still fought for dominance, violently throwing each other around as one sought power over the other.
Despite being the one seemingly in control, Dempsey could feel that Richtofen was controlling his actions. Every now and then Edward would rake his nails down Tank's back, or bite his neck, urging him on.
It wasn't long before both men had gotten dangerously close to release, the sounds of their need echoing through the nearby jungle.
Richtofen caved in first, almost screaming in his native tongue. His arms fell outstretched as he slumped back into the ground, he began panting. He was wrapped up in post-coital bliss, it took him a few minutes to realise that Dempsey was still abusing him. He sensed that his lover was near the edge, and leaned up to run his tongue across the American's jawline.
Suddenly, just before he climaxed Tank grabbed Richtofen's hair roughly and pulled his head to one side. Drawing his head back, the marine lurched forwards and bit down viciously on the delicate skin of the Nazi's neck. Blood seeped into his mouth as he moaned his release into Edward's neck. The man below him groaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure, and Dempsey rolled to one side and lay there for some time, recovering. He listened to the sound of the waterfall below him, and it helped bring him down from his primeval high.
"All zat and you didn't even stitch mein vound!" Richtofen hissed, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
Dempsey felt something soft hit him, and groped around to find his clothes. He began redressing himself, a smirk on his face.
"Well you didn't complain about it just now" he countered mockingly.
The German gave him a look of distaste, before replacing his hat which had been knocked off of his head during their little endeavour.
"Ah fuck it"
Richtofen turned around to see what Dempsey was referring to, and saw that the blonde had lowered himself into the small pool nearby. He instantly regretted getting dressed again.
Tank had his back turned to him, and Richtofen had an idea for a little revenge. Sneaking up to Dempsey, he grabbed his clothes and tossed them into a nearby bush out of sight. He then walked up the back of the American, crouched down, and immediately grasped his hands and pinned them behind his back.
"Richtofen! What the fuck!"
"Mein turn to play" Richtofen hissed evilly before pushing the marine into the water.
"Oh no I don't think so!" Tank threatened playfully, climbing out of the pool.
The doctor had already began his escape, and Dempsey noticed a slight problem…
"Seriously Kraut? What the fuck have you done with my clothes!"