AN: Thanks for all the reviews guys 3! And, Dempsey won't be in this story much. But I will probably write one involving him. ;D
'DEMPSHEY! What ze FUCK are you doing, schweinhund!' screeched the furious doctor, getting as far away from Nikolai as quick as he could, like the Russian was some sort of disease. He backed away until he got to his desk, not taking his eyes off the confused American in front of him, reaching for the first tool he could.
Richtofen pulled out in front of him a small hand gun, and a scalpel. He didn't know which he could use more to his advantage in this situation, but he wasn't fussy.
'Come over here, American, and I von't hurt you.' spoke the doctor calmly, looking down at the floor as he felt his cheeks burn as Dempsey stared on in bewilderment. Teeth gritted, humiliated, Nikolai signalled for the marine to approach. Never. Sleep. Again. were Nikolai's thoughts, running over and over in his head. Now the others are gonna think I'm gay with the Nazi, they'll talk about me round the Pack-A-Punch machine... They're gonna talk about this more than that weird rumour about Takeo and the cymbal monkey...
Tank approached the other two men tentatively, not once taking his eyes off Nikolai or the weapons in the doctor's hand. Curious, he HAD to ask the question burning on his mind.
'Hey Doc... why were you sitting on the Russian?'
'Experimental... purposes...' replied Richtofen, choosing his words carefully, eyeing Dempsey with nothing more than loathing.
'OH right doc, I see. Are you by any chance... gay?' Tank grinned, raising his eyebrows up and down devilishly at the man in front of him.
'NEIN! I AM NOT GAY!' spat the doctor, clicking his hand gun and grabbing the American's hand like a madman. Terrified, Dempsey wriggled his hand free and tried to run. 'COME BACK HERE, SCHWEINHUND!' yelled the doctor, chasing the Marine round and round the room. Nikolai leant his head back on the table and sighed. He felt as though his comrades weren't quite up to scratch these days. Now it was all about rumours and feelings, and in Nikolai's opinion, both were for little girls to gossip over. He watched wearily in his state of surrender, still tied to the table.
FML.
After what seemed like far too long of listening to Tank run about clumsily and crash into things, and the doctor yell profanities and insults in German, a pair of flustered American footsteps went scurrying out of the room and out of earshot.
'Ah, ze stupid Yankee Joe has ruined ze moment. You are free to go, Russian, but be aware. I have my eye on you.' Nikolai heard Richtofen warn, a toxic tone in his voice.
Nikolai was restless. Amidst the stares and whispers from Tank and Takeo, a slowly diminishing vodka supply, and the stress from recent events, he couldn't sleep. Plus, Richtofen hadn't been seen by anyone in a few days. The door to his small laboratory was locked, and the doctor could occasionally be heard laughing manically.
The Russian's eyes burned with tiredness – he hadn't slept in some time now. He was slower and had difficulty concentrating, like when you drink too much caffeine and your mind's racing so fast you find your perception of time slowing down. Slumped on a sofa in the lobby, Nikolai pulled out his vodka. It wasn't his last – he had plenty more, but he was trying to save it given his recent encounters. Spending the majority of your time sober and only drinking when you feel the urge, and in moderation, was Nikolai's idea of hell. Sipping the bitter liquid slowly, he waited til he'd gathered up enough Dutch courage to find the doctor. God knows, he'd need it.
The tipsy Russian pulled himself up, nervous. Every step he took – every flight of stairs, every little corner, corridor and passageway, his heart pounding faster. After what seemed like a lifetime, Nikolai found himself in front of the doctor's lair.
*knock*
'NEIN! I am very busy! I know vhat you are here for, Dempshey, and I already told you I don't have any more vood for ze barriers! Not zhat I vould give it to you anyvay!' said an irritated German voice loudly.
*knock*
'DEMPSHEY! Fuck off! The doctor is BUSY!'
*knock*
An angry monologue came from within the room, getting progressively louder, until it was loud and clear in German. Richtofen opened the door, a madman glare replacing the look of vague irritation on his face as he eyed Nikolai up and down.
'Vhat.' hissed the doctor, quietly. 'Have you come to ask for boards? Or have you come to poke fun at my emotions, or to be useful by donating yourself to medical science, Russian?'
Nikolai was taken aback. He thought the doctor would have been pleased to see him – just a few days ago he'd been kidnapped by the same man and strapped to a table. The cold look in the skinny German man's eyes signalled otherwise, and he thought for a moment about leaving. But Nikolai Belinski was no pussy – he wasn't going to back out now.
'No... I didn't, Nazi. Can I come in?'
Richtofen spun on his heel and stormed back into the room, signalling for the Russian to follow. He climbed atop the steel table and sat down, stretching his legs out in front of him and arching his back. Nikolai heard the click.
Eyeing the doctor from head to toe, he noticed the way the light shone down onto his pale skin and eyes, a piercing blue, making them almost sparkle. He had a slightly pointed nose and a pair of whitish thin lips. His hair, somewhat visible under his hat, was slightly greyish in places, not masking the mousey brown around it which framed his features perfectly. Richtofen was a skinny man, and probably a bit malnourished – unlike himself. Nikolai and Tank were the muscle. The doc and Takeo were the brains; that was the status quo.
He studied the doctor's uniform intently, his mind absorbing every piece of information – the little creases, the buttons, the way his Swastika pointed, how his trousers were slightly too big to hug those probably bony hips and skinny legs. Nikolai wondered if the doctor wore a belt.
To the Russian, the crazed Nazi was almost sexy. That, or he was just overwhelmingly bored – or frustrated in the bedroom department. He could hardly remember the last time he saw a hot girl, he was most likely drunk.
'So are you going to keep staring at me like zhat, or are you going to tell me vhy you're here?'
Nikolai snapped back into reality, Richtofen's voice hitting him like a slap across the face. He felt himself blush as he realised what he'd been doing for the past few minutes. The Russian was taken aback when the Nazi spun round to face him, crossing his legs and eyeing him with suspicion.
'I wanted to say sorry about the other day...' Nikolai hated apologising, all the while avoiding the doctor's piercing gaze, cheeks burning.
'Vha... vha... vhateverrrrr...' Richtofen yawned, seemingly nonplussed by the other man's apology. The Cossack saw red, storming over to the Nazi sitting on the table wearing a blank expression. He hopped off the table, and drew himself up to his full height. He was taller than Nikolai, by a couple or so inches.
The doctor kept his tone low, looking down slightly to stare directly into the eyes of his comrade.
'Don't be stupid, Russian. I know vhy you are here. Ze others are making fun of you, and zey fear me, so I convince zem to leave me alone. You seek an escape, and I smell vodka on your breath. I zhink you are finally bored of being alone... how... wunderbah...' the Nazi trailed off as he bought a long, bony-fingered hand up to Nikolai's face, caressing it once and holding it there. The feeling was cold, the Russian revelled in the sensation against his burning cheeks. He closed his eyes.
A pair of soft, warm, thin lips pressed themselves against his slightly chapped ones, causing him to startle. Opening his eyes, Nikolai saw the doctor staring right back at him, a strange look in his eyes he'd never seen before. Gone was the insane glare and the permanently etched frown from stress, replaced with something somewhere between wonderment and a coy smirk...
That's hot... thought Nikolai, his pants in agreement with him as they suddenly felt a little too tight around a certain area. Not knowing what to do with his hands, they stayed limp at his sides while he moved in for another kiss. A pair of hands snaked their way around the Russian's waist and upwards as he gently massaged the other man's lips with his own, til the long skinny arms were wrapped round his shoulders. He put his hands on the doctor's skinny torso, caressing a pair of bony hips and long legs as their tongues stroked against each other between sweet, rough, gentle, firm kisses...
Taking a leap of faith, Nikolai wanted to step it up a bit. Damn, German Doctor was fucking sexy right now. His lips had a more pinkish tint from all the kissing, his eyes hooded by pure lust. Biting down on the skinny German's neck, Nikolai pressed their bodies together, a welcoming sigh in his ear and the feeling of the doctor's raging erection against his hardness encouraging him to carry on. The Russian bit lightly and more firmly between kissing and licking the other man's neck, Richtofen whispering gently into his ear...
'Mmm, Russian, you're so good vith your tongue... I vant you...'
Nikolai didn't care as he felt his headscarf unravel and drop onto the floor, revealing somewhat silky longish brown hair. He threw the Nazi's hat across the room and both men stripped their torsos, their naked upper bodies pressing against each other, heartbeat on heartbeat. A welcome hand snaking its way over Nikolai's already-too-tight crotch made him accidentally moan out loud a bit, he didn't want to come across as enjoying this too much yet. He spread his legs a little, pleasure pooling in his groin and abdomen. Just go with him, thought Nikolai. You can do this, just relax...
Scooping up the skinny Nazi from under him, he lifted him onto the cold steel table. Spreading the doctor's legs, the Russian made haste as he unbuttoned the other man's pants with ease, a warm, long, rock hard something greeting him underneath. He rubbed up and down, gently at first, slowly getting faster, and harder. The doctor moaned, burying his head in the strong, muscly Cossack's neck, scratching his large torso.
'Mmmm, ja, mein gott, Nikolai!' giggled Richtofen, giddy from the rush of finally getting intimate with the Russian, and the beautiful sensations coursing through his body. He felt himself flushing, getting warmer. Nikolai listened, stroking the other man's hair and kissing his cheek, fascinated. He'd never witnessed anything like this before. The doctor snaked his grip back to the Russian's waist, pulling his pants down and gripping his hardness, a low growl escaping his lover's mouth, covering it with his own lips and once again feeling that warm, wet massaging sensation against his tongue.
Both men sighed, and moaned, and kissed, and licked and rubbed, their mutual pleasure binding them together, bringing each other closer, and closer...
The doctor's eyes shot open, he threw his head back, gripping the steel table he was sitting on, moaning. Pleasure coursed through his entire being, wave after wave of ecstasy racking his skinny body as he reached his peak.
'JA! Nikolai, my god, I'm coming Mmm, ja!'
The man in front of him, and the sounds coming from him were too much for Nikolai. Sighing heavily, he bucked his hips into the doctor's hand and rode out his release. Both men looked into each other's eyes, and that single kiss that followed afterwards said something to both of them that could never be explained with words. They pulled each other close, forehead on forehead.
'Stay in here, vith me. For a vhile, at least.'
The doctor smiled.