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IB Torture Porn

2009-12-13T19:16:00Z

Well that was cathartic. Decided to take a page from Eli Roth and write myself some torture pr0n for IB. Just feels good sometimes to go JTHM on the universe, in your head, you know?

Title: Moist
Rating: R
Warnings: torture porn. Lots of violent imagery and masturbation centered on that violent imagery.
Characters: Donny
A/N: Inspired by deathscytheheck's latest fic. I can't write nearly as well as she can, but that fic was totally the inspiration for this one, so there you go.

Donny loved to kill. He loved the feel of the bat in his hands, a second before he gripped it tight. He loved the bunching of the muscles in his arms and back as he tensed up and pulled the bat back. He loved the feel of that connection, that moment when the bat touched skull and the feeling of it reverberated up through his hands into his arms, through his torso and straight to his groin. That fucking feeling, of beating the shit out of those little fucks, of their little weak eggshell skulls cracking in with a squishy, moist feel that stayed on his palms all day, even after the blood washed away. He lived for that feeling.

At night, after all the killing was done and the Basterds lay in their own bedding, Donny would remember that feel. He would get hard just thinking about how it felt to crush their skulls in, how his palms could feel every moment of it through the rough wood of the bat. In those silent moments in the night, Donny’s hand would creep down to his groin under the blankets and wrap around his too-hard cock.

In the back of his mind he vaguely knew how sick and twisted this was, but his body didn’t care. With the most patience he could muster, he slowly squeezed his cock. He wanted to squeeze it like he squeezed his bat, so tight he could feel his knuckles cracking, like the bones would tear through his own skin. He couldn’t do that though: the pain from his cock would always stop him before he could feel that way. So he settled: instead of squeezing it so hard that he couldn’t breathe, he ran his hand up and down it rapidly. No lube, no spit, just hot, furious friction.

In the dark, Donny bared his teeth like some sort of animal. He wanted to bite, and fuck, and kill kill kill. Instead he fisted his cock roughly, twisting his hand, squeezing the head as hard as he could stand. Behind his closed eyes he pictured the dozens of heads he had bashed in, the bright red blood matting their hair and coating his bat. He imagined the feel, the feel of that crack and that death, and as he did his left hand gripped his thigh, digging chewed-off fingernails into the flesh there. The muscles there were tender: he did this every night, and every night he bruised the flesh underneath his hands.

A moan slipped through Donny’s gritted teeth. He was close now, the friction and pain and feeling of wet death all swirling together in his body, pooling in his lower stomach and focused with a line to his cock. Grinding his teeth, Donny rubbed his calloused fingers of the head of his cock, pressing into the slit roughly, then sliding back down and squeezing as hard as he could stand. Those fucking Nazi’s, all with their pretty blonde hair; the blood showed up so bright and red in it. His left hand clenched spasmodically at his thigh. So close to release…

Hissing, he ran his hand up and down over his cock, hips thrusting uselessly. Little pieces of skin and dirt on his hand nipped at his cock, catching on the sensitive skin there, making the friction and pain and pressure build all the more. With one last sharp tug, Donny stiffened. All that anger and hate and warm wetness – might as well be blood – spilled out of him, covering his hand. He clenched his jaw, teeth trying to chew into each other in his mouth. His muscles strained and tightened, trying to break free, so eager to just kill kill kill and beat and tear and hate…

Behind Donny’s squeezed-shut eyelids he saw red, and as his body relaxed beneath him he imagined it was blood, that blood that he saw every day, that blood that he squished out of the Nazi’s, that he brought into the light of day, where it wasn’t supposed to be. Slowly Donny unwrapped his fingers, one-by-one, from his cock; slowly Donny extracted his fingers from his left thigh, feeling the pricks of flesh as it tried to hang onto his fingernails for a moment, then snapped and fell back into place on his thigh.

Donny opened his eyes and watched his breath steam in the air, rapid little puffs of smoke proving his life, his heat. On the cold days the blood from the Nazi’s would steam like that on the ground, heat escaping from their innards and floating away, free. This war was fucked up. Donny was fucked up. But he’d be damned if he wasn’t there tomorrow, beating the living fucking shit out of every mother fucking Nazi that crossed his path.

Secret Hanukkah: Shh!

2009-12-11T22:16:54Z

Shh! Hopefully no one from IB will check out this journal before sundown, but I needed to work out all the html code before I posted to the IB site.

HAPPY SECRET HANUKKAH!!!! I WAS YOUR PERSON!
Okay, seriously, I tried to hard to give you what you wanted! I really, really, really hope you enjoy this! *so uber nervous*

Title: Cookies
Summary: Uti wants on top. Donny is opposed. Uti has cookies.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Uti/Donny (not to be spoilery, but in that order)
A/N: omgosh I hope you like this. I think it gets better *after* the sex, actually, so...yeah I dunno. I hope you like it, gahhh!

“Hey, fuck yous, no. I got six inches on you!”

Donny straightened up, to try and make his claim seem more realistic. Utivich glared up at him.

“You’re not that tall, Donny. You’ve got, maybe, four inches on me. That’s not even two standard deviations.”

The last part made Donny pause. What the hell did that mean? Well, whatever, he would just respond by defaulting.

“I’m taller, I’m on top!” Donny threw himself forward and tackled Utivich. Both fell to the ground, Donny’s weight knocking the wind out of Utivich. Gasping for air, he struggled to wrest Donny from on top of him, but Donny wouldn’t budge. In fact, Donny used Utivich’s disadvantage to quickly gather up his wrists in one hand, his other reaching under his shirt.

“Come on, Uti. You know you like it when I fuck you blind. Why you wanna go and fuck with that?”

Donny leaned forward to suck on Utivich’s neck as he pinched a nipple. Utivich gasped and squirmed. “No, Donny, damnit, I want to be on top this time. Just once, come on. Don’t you want to feel me in you? It feels really good.”

Donny bit down roughly on Utivich’s neck, then came up to look him in the eyes. “Bullshit. Feels good for you, maybe, because you like me to fuck you. Wouldn’t feel good for me.”

Before Utivich could respond, before he was even halfway through rolling his eyes, Donny leaned down and kissed Utivich firmly. He could feel Utivich relax beneath him, and Donny quickly thrust his tongue in, kissing him with enough ferocity to, hopefully, make him forget all this fuck-nuts talk.

Breaking the kiss, Donny leaned back to survey his handiwork. Utivich’s eyes were glazed, his lips wet and swollen. “I have cookies.”

Frowning, Donny stared down at Utivich. “What do you mean, cookies?”

Utivich grinned. Shit. If this was true… “I have chocolate chip cookies. Stole them from that inn we stayed at two nights ago. There are a dozen of them.”

Donny glared some more. “If I let you go, you have to show me the cookies first.”

Utivich craned his neck up and kissed Donny. Closing his eyes, Donny relaxed into the kiss, sliding his tongue over Utivich’s. Suddenly, Utivich’s leg wrapped around Donny, and Donny was flipped onto his back. “Oof!” The breath knocked out of him, and Donny flailed his arms around wildly. “Wait…” Donny gasped.

Hands groped for Donny’s wrists, and Utivich quickly grabbed both and held them above his head. Donny glared up at Utivich, his bright blue eyes grinning down at him. “You can be a real motha fucka sometimes, you know that Uti?”

Utivich kissed Donny once more. “Do you need to see the cookies, or will you take my word for it?”

Donny glared up at Utivich for a few seconds. If that bastard didn’t really have cookies… “If I let you do this, and there’s no cookies, I’m jamming my bat up your ass.”

Utivich didn’t reply, except to kiss Donny again and release his wrists. Donny squirmed a little, but let Utivich slid his hands down his chest. As Utivich slipped his suspenders off, Donny watched him, breathing heavier. Donny didn’t much like the idea of Utivich fucking him, but if it made Uti happy, and it really mattered to him, well…just this once he could put up with it. Still, he couldn’t imagine it was going to be a very pleasant experience.

Utivich was moving quickly now, suspenders slipped over Donny’s shoulders, and Donny’s pants unbuttoned. “I brought some of Wicki’s cooking grease with me, so you should be okay.”

Donny grunted. “Just shove yourself in and let’s get this ovah with.”

Busy slicking up his fingers with the cooking grease, Utivich ignored him. Donny watched as Utivich kneeled between his knees, then felt him carefully slide a single finger in. Immediately he tensed up. Feeling Utivich's finger inside him...it felt weird. Tight. Utivich rubbed his thigh and kissed his knee. “Relax, Donny.”

“Alright Utivich, come on. I’m not a fucking woman. Just go.”

Utivich slipped a second finger in, and Donny tensed up even more. Fuck, this was not going to be fun. He closed his eyes and tried to think of Boston. Fenway, the Charles, Yawkey Way, the Green Monster, the tight-warm-wetness slipping over his –

“Whoa! Fuck, ah, Uti. Whaddya think youah doing? Ah, fuck. Not that I’m, complaining. Just keep…yeah.” Donny tossed his head back and closed his eyes again as he concentrated on the feel of Utivich sucking him off. It had temporarily distracted him from the feel of Utivich’s fingers in his ass. Especially the way he slid his tongue around the shaft, pressing it into the slit…”Ah, Uti. Don’t you fucking stop. Fucking great…”

Donny barely noticed when Utivich slipped a third finger in, gently sliding them back and forth and scissoring them slowly. The tightness was getting less so as he relaxed, and as he concentrated and the hot wetness of Utivich's mouth, sucking insistently on his cock. He gripped and released the soft earth beneath his hands, wanting to squirm but doing his best to hold still. He vaguely felt Utivich crook his fingers inside him, and suddenly bolts of pleasure shot through his system. His cock twitched and leaked precome into Utivich’s mouth. “Ah, Uti, fuck. Holy shit, there. Do that again. Fuck Uti, yes.” His hips started to move of their own accord; sharp, little thrusts into the warm slick wetness of Utivich’s mouth.

Utivich slid his mouth off of Donny’s cock with an audible pop as it fell from his mouth. Donny groaned and sighed. He’d have to get a record of that noise, just that particular noise, when the war was over. Damn near the sexiest thing ever. He felt Utivich’s fingers slide out of his ass. Oddly enough, now he felt empty. He wanted that full, tight feeling back. Raising his head, Donny stared down at Utivich slicking up his own cock with the cooking grease. Utivich looked a mess: tangled hair, sweat beading on his temples and upper lip. From what Donny could see, his pupils were dilated, and his chest was moving rapidly up and down. Fuck, that disheveled little fucker. Donny wanted to fuck him into the nearest tree. But Uti wanted this, and damnit, Donny gave Uti what he wanted. Plus, you know. Cookies.

Donny leaned his head back against the ground and breathed out. Uti would probably just push in slow, so – with one thrust, Donny felt Utivich bury himself to the hilt. “Ow, fuck! Utivich!”
Utivich’s head was hanging low and he groaned. “Fuck, sorry Donny. Just so good, you’re so tight…”
Donny reached up, ab muscles tightening, and smacked Utivich hard, upside the head. “Fuckah. You're making up for this later, you know that? Fucking hell.” Donny lay back down, wincing at the feel of Utivich’s cock still buried inside him. “Alright, come on. Let’s go.”

With a groan, Utivich pulled himself slowly out, then thrust hard back in. Donny gripped at the ground. This sure as hell wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t terrible. Donny felt Utivich’s hand wrapped around Donny’s cock, and that made it decidedly more comfortable. Lying back and sighing, Donny relaxed, closing his eyes. He tried to focus entirely on the feel of Utivich’s hand, a tight fist rubbing up and down his length. Tentatively, Donny began to move his hips, thrust into the hand. Utivich continued to pound Donny’s ass, gasping and keening at the tightness. Donny relaxed incrementally, and after a slight shift of his hips he felt that pleasure again. That perfect jolt of electricity, every time Utivich’s cock thrust its way in.

“Ah, there, Uti. Right there. Now you can…fuck. Okay, fuck harder, there…” Donny mumbled, tossing his head from side to side.

A light slap on his cheek made him open his eyes and stare up at Utivich. “Donny, shut up.”

Donny grinned. Utivich was panting above him, obviously trying his best to make it last long, but just as obviously close to the edge. Donny decided to help him along; after all, the sooner Utivich came, the sooner this was over. Reaching forward, Donny rolled himself until his was sitting on top of Utivich’s cock. Utivich, for his part, didn’t stop thrusting into Donny mercilessly the whole time, though he did keen and moan fucking adorably at the change in position. Thrusting down onto Utivich a few times, Donny found a rhythm again, and felt Utivich's cock touching that absolutely perfect spot inside of him "Fuck..." he grumbled. Donny leaned forward and started sucking on Utivich’s neck, nibbling and licking at that one particular spot that he knew drove Utivich mad. Sure enough, he felt Utivich’s thrusts within him grow more erratic, his hips speeding up, then slowing, then quickening again. After one last lick, Donny bit down, hard, on Utivich’s neck.

Without even hearing Utivich’s loud groan, Donny would have known that Utivich was coming, because he could feel Utivich's come filling him. Gasping at the sensation, Donny felt his orgasm pooling low in his stomach. Utivich’s post-coital shivering went all the way up Donny’s spine, his cock twitching in acknowledgement. He could feel that he was so close, just barely teetering on the edge. His hips rolled down on Utivich's cock, softening but still inside him. Utivich appeared to regain his bearings after his orgasm, then leaned forward and kissed Donny. The feel of his lips was enough to send Donny over the edge. Shuddering, he came onto the both of their stomachs, grunting. "Fuck, Uti..." he mumbled into Utivich's lips. Opening his eyes, he looked straight into Utivich's; they were smiling at him. Donny grumbled and moved away, laying back on the ground, Utivich sliding out as he did. Reaching blindly for Utivich, he muttered, “Alright. Give me the cookies now, you rat bastahd.”

Eyes closed, he felt Utivich’s weight settle on top of him, lips lightly peppering him with kisses. Hot breath on Donny’s ear, Utivich whispered, “Thanks, Donny.”

Donny kept his eyes closed and smiled. He grabbed Utivich’s ass and squeezed it possessively. “Yeah, I know, I’m the fucking greatest.”

As Utivich went to get up, Donny grabbed him back down and opened his eyes. Looking straight into Utivich’s big, blue eyes, he murmured, “But, you know. Youah pretty great too.” He paused, licking his lips. “When this is ovah, you know, all this…you can come back with me. Live in Bawston.” Donny watched Utivich swallow thickly and nod. Donny let Utivich go.

Donny adjusted himself as he waited for Utivich and the cookies: buttoned his pants up, pulled his suspenders back on. Lying there, Donny put his hands behind his head and sighed. This war was pretty damn alright, all things considered. A moment later, Utivich returned, cookies in hand and clothes appropriately rearranged as well. “Here.” Utivich proffered a cookie to Donny.

Donny glared up, incredulous. “After what I just did? Youah feeding me the cookies, Uti.” Donny opened his mouth his mouth happily. He could live with this deal.

Utivich sighed and curled up on the ground next to Donny. Donny wrapped an arm around Utivich, pulling him in so he was nestled just-right into Donny. A hand darted up with a cookie, and Donny chomped at it, taking two fingers into his mouth at the same time. He felt Utivich’s laugh vibrate through his side and into his chest. Utivich’s fingers squirmed around in his mouth, but Donny refused to let go, trying to somehow chew on the cookie while sucking on Utivich’s fingers at the same time.

With one last lick, Donny released Utivich’s fingers from his mouth and munched happily on the cookie. Donny felt Utivich wiping his fingers on his shirt and he grumbled.

“Hey, you were the one that decided cookies weren’t enough, you had to eat my fingers too.” Utivich pointed out.

Donny snorted. “Yeah, eat you right up…”

Utivich shoved an elbow into Donny’s ribs, and a puff of air escaped Donny’s lungs. “Hey!” He rolled sideways and grabbed Utivich’s arm with one hand, pinching him hard on the ass with his other. “Fuck off and feed me more cookies, Utivich.”

A cookie appeared in the air in front of Donny’s face and he leaned forward, not taking his left hand off Utivich’s arm or his right hand off Utivich’s ass. “Better.” He munched happily on the cookie. When he was finished he pulled Utivich in close, tucking him up along his chest. Donny rested his chin on the top of Utivich’s head. Sleepily he mumbled, hair tickling his lips, “You know, if you were taller, I wouldn’t be able to hold yous like this.”

He felt Utivich relax beneath him as another cookie was passed back to him. “Well, then I guess I should stop eating my vegetables.”

Duffle Bags

2009-12-11T18:16:46Z

IB Fic:

Title: Duffle Bags
Summary: Donny is assigned to look through each Basterd's duffle bags before they start training.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: descriptions of some fetish magazines
Pairings: perhaps the beginnings of Donny/Uti but no action
A/N: I had this weird obsession with Uti reading pulp detective mags, and I just had to write a fic with it in there. so there you go.

As each of the Basterds arrived on location in France, Aldo assigned Donny the task of going through each of their duffle bags. Donny had resisted at first, figuring it to be grunt work, but Aldo had given him that look that left no room to argue. Mumbling and swearing, Donny had agreed, and now he wasn’t too upset about it. After all, these were the men he was going to be spending a lot of time with, and going through their duffle bags was, Donny figured, the fastest way to get to know them. ‘Course, he figured he’d get to know them in the sense of which titty mags they liked. He didn’t expect some of the weird-ass shit that turned up in the duffles.

Wicki

“Wicki?” Donny looked up from the docket in his hands at the soldier standing in front of him.

“Yes, sir.”

“You speak kraut?”

“Yes, sir.”

“But you’re a membah of the tribe?”

“Yes, sir.”

Donny rolled his eyes and squatted down next to the duffle at Wicki’s feet. “Fuck, Wicki, at ease. You’re gonna learn pretty fast that we’re not exactly the formal type out heah.”

From his position on the floor Donny could see Wicki’s feet shift as he relaxed. “Uh, Sergeant. Do you mind if I ask what you are doing?”

Donny glanced up at Wicki and waved an army invitingly. “I got orders to go through all the new recruits’ shit. Dunno exactly what I’m looking for, guess to make sure you’re not bringing along a bunch of useless baggage.”

As Donny pulled open the drawstrings on the bag roughly, Wicki squatted down next to him. Turning the bag upside down, Donny shook everything out onto the floor. Belatedly, he turned to grin at Wicki. “Hope you didn’t have anything breakable in there.”

Wicki pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his breast pocket. “Yeah, I thought I’d bring my mom’s china with me to France,” he mumbled around the cigarette.

Donny laughed. Alright, so this Wicki half-kraut guy seemed okay. Donny pawed through the stuff on the ground. Socks, socks, shirts, socks, normal GI stuff. Deck of cards, that was always good, to have one guy who had some on him. Carton of cigarettes; that wouldn’t last long out here unless Wicki made an effort to make it last, Donny knew that from experience. Well, this was something different… “What’s this stack of papers? It’s written in kraut.”

Wicki didn’t even have to look at the pack to answer. “My mother’s recipes. Food out here can’t be that good, but if we wind up with some extra ingredients or spices sometimes, I can cook us a proper meal.”

Donny raised his eyebrows and clapped Wicki on the back. Wicki chocked around the smoke from his cigarette, eyes watering. “Good man! You make sure you don’t lose this!” Donny waved the bundle of recipes in his hand, almost menacingly. Glancing down at the rest of the pile, Donny didn’t really see anything all that interesting. “Alright Wicki, you’re good. Pack up your shit and find a bunk.”

Donny stood and stretched. Well, at least one of the Basterds knew how to cook.

Hirschberg

Hirschberg’s duffle contained more of what Donny was expecting: titty mags, cigarettes, and socks. Then again, Donny was a bit surprised by the oddness of some of the mags, and the sheer quantity of them.

“Damnit Hirschberg, you can’t bring ten pounds worth of mags with you. What the fuck you think this is, a jacking it camp? We’re in a fucking war!”

Hirschberg glared back unabashedly. “Yeah, exactly. We’re in a war, and I don’t expect to see a woman the whole fucking time I’m out here. I need some sort of release!”

Donny pawed through the mags, fascinated by the lurid nature of some of them. “Yeah, but do you really need ten pounds of them? Just picture some girl you got back at home and go to it. Don’t see why you need such…” Donny let one centerfold fall open. The woman was in a baseball uniform, doing…things…with a bat. “…variety. Um…hey, could I….”

Hirschberg crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. “I give you my twirls-in-sports mag, you let me keep the rest.”

Donny was a fucking Sergeant, he wasn’t going to put up with this shit from a subordinate. “Pick five, and I get this one.”

Hirschberg sighed and rubbed his hand through his hair. “Fine. But I’ll need a minute to decide.”

Scooping up one other magazine, Donny thumbed through it. “Holy fucking shit, Hirschberg. What the fuck is this woman doing to that donkey?!”

Hirschberg tried to grab the magazine out of Donny’s hands, but he shook his head. “No fucking way. I am not going to try and sleep in the asshole of Europe while you jerk it ten feet away to a fucking donkey. This one’s in the trash.”

Hirschberg looked pained, but Donny stood firm. What the fuck was wrong with that kid? Fucking donkeys, what the fuck…

Ulmer

Donny sat Indian-style on the ground. In his hands he turned over what appeared to be some sort of lock…thing. “Alright Ulmer, what the hell is this?”

Ulmer snatched the device out of Donny’s hands. “It’s a puzzle-lock kit. It helps me practice picking locks for different sorts of locks. Look, see, this is a ward lock…” Ulmer fiddled with the device until it clicked into a sort of position. “Then I just use my tension and rake…” Ulmer produced two little pieces of metal and started fiddling around inside the device, “…and there.” The device clicked and fell open.

Well, if that wasn’t the weirdest thing he had seen all day. Briefly Donny’s mind flashed back to Hirschberg. Okay, second weirdest. Reaching forward, Donny took the little device in his hands again and hefted it. “Well, it’s only about two or three extra pounds. And this’ll help you figure out lock picking, huh?”

Ulmer nodded. His face breaking into a grin, Donny handed back the device. “Well, if we evah need to get into anywhere with some sorta subtlety, I guess you’ll come in handy. I tend to take a door-kicking approach the whole process, usually.”

Ulmer smiled at Donny as he packed up his things. “Well, I found there’s some doors you can’t kick in, and some doors you gotta stay quiet around.”

Utivich

Figured this kid would bring books with him. He sure looked like that type, that bookish-Jew-Manhattan type. Sweeping his hands through the junk at his feet, Donny gathered the books into a bundle in his hand and started to flip through them. “These are those detective rags, aren’t they? Pulp fictions?”

Utivich shrugged from above Donny. He lowered himself down to Donny, crouching on the balls of his feet. “They’re entertaining. Damsel in distress sort of thing, P.I. always has to rescue her, you know, that sort of thing.”

As Donny flipped through the different magazines, his smile widened. “Damsel in distress, huh? This damsel sure is showing a lot of leg…”

Blushing furiously, Utivich snatched the magazines out of Donny’s hands. Donny sat there grinning, hands on his thighs. “You know Uti, not any damsels out there to save. Just krauts to kill.”

Squaring his chin, Utivich flashed a look at Donny. “Yeah, well maybe one of you guys is going to need rescuing someday, end up being a damsel in distress.”

Donny barked out a laugh at that. Standing, he ruffled Utivich’s hair roughly, shoving his neck to the side. “Yeah yeah, you keep thinking I’m a damsel in distress and we’ll see who the damsel is, alright Smitty?”

Utivich scrambled to gather his stuff up off the floor and shove it back into his duffle. Cocking his head, Donny watched a patch of skin on the back of Utivich’s neck appear and disappear as his head moved around, searching the floor for his belongings. The kid wasn’t exactly unappealing, and he had that little hero streak in him, which Donny found infinitely appealing.

Snapping himself out of his reverie, Donny smacked Utivich on the arm. “I’ll tell you the same I told Hirschberg: pick five. Leave the rest behind.”

Straightening, Utivich slung the duffle over his shoulder and saluted. Donny lazily saluted back, reluctantly turning around and walking off. Damn, he sure wished it had been Utivich who had to turn around and walk away. Would have given him the chance to check out his ass.

Donny

“Watchya mean you gotta go through my shit too?” Donny kicked at his duffle bag in a huff. He figured Aldo making him go through everyone’s duffle meant that his duffle was free from that sort of scrutiny.

“Donowitz, you best shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”

Donny rolled his eyes, but snapped his heels together and saluted sharply. “Yessir.”

Aldo stared him down a moment longer before nodded. “Alright then son, let’s see it.”

Jaw tight and teeth clenched, Donny pulled the drawstring on his duffle open. Grudgingly, he tipped the duffle upside down and let the contents spill out onto the floor. Donny watched Aldo paw through his stuff, and he gritted his teeth. Right bastard, going through his shit. It was his shit, after all…

“Baseball cards, socks, socks, shirt…huh?”

Fuck. Donny shifted and gritted his teeth more. Well fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Aldo straightened, a bundled up t-shirt in hand. The t-shirt was obviously wrapped around something about the size of a brick. Aldo gave Donny a look, who stood there, cursing in his head. Wasn’t anything he could do about it now. Slowly Aldo unwrapped the t-shirt to reveal “a radio. Huh.”

Aldo stared down at the radio, lying in a bed of t-shirt in his hand. It wasn’t anything special, just the normal type of hand-held radio every kid had in his bedroom. Aldo jutted out his jaw a moment, obviously thinking. “Well, I know you weren’t plannin’ on usin’ this for talk to krauts,” Donny started to shake his head vehemently, but Aldo just continued calmly on, “but then again, I know you don’t speak frog or kraut. So what exactly were you plannin’ on listenin’ to out there?”

Well sink this fucker in the Charles. Shit. It was probably best to just come clean, at this point. “Heard a rumor that the limmies would be broadcasting some homegrown shit for us guys, you know, Americans. So, thought maybe they’d broadcast some baseball games sometime, and figured, yous nevah know, might get lucky and hear a Sox game one day. If they do news, I’d at least get the scores.”

Aldo sucked at his teeth as he thought. Fucking hell, Donny figured he would have made it through this without Aldo finding out. The other Lieutenants he had been under before hadn’t found the damn thing yet. ‘Course, Donny hadn’t been able to pick up on a single game yet, but you never knew.

Donny watched in shock as Aldo carefully folded the t-shirt back over the radio, then handed it over to him. “Can’t suppose it can really hurt, can it? You’re not about to be informin’ the enemy of our position.”

Cockily, Donny snapped his heels and saluted. “No sir.”

Aldo

“Shouldn’t I check your…”

“No.”

“Yessir.”

Stiglitz/Wicki

2009-12-08T20:47:17Z

Edit: HA, FIXED. screw you html code!! screw you to hell! i just kicked your ass! *dance dance*
So, I have finally, officially, written Stiglitz Wicki. Think of this as my first probing into these characters, finding my bearings and what-not. This is almost more of a character study, than a fic. Let's see if I get it right. *nervous face*

Title: Wicki Knew, Not Knowing
Pairing: Stiglitz/Wicki
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: er...a series of vignettes, about Stiglitz and Wicki's relationship. Also, Stiglitz has nightmares.
Warnings: rough sex/violent!Stiggy. but come on, what do you expect?
A/N: probably my angsty-est piece ever. Which, after you read this, you'll realize that means I write zero angst. Hope you enjoy this though. This kind of writing is a bit out of my comfort zone, so I hope I did all the characters justice, and kept you guys entertained.
One more thing: I'm pretty sure this is the first time I've written from the POV of a sub. I generally write from the general POV of dom characters, since I relate more to them. But Stiglitz is...Stiglitz...and so I felt it easier to get into the head of Wicki this time. So there's another added complication in my attempt to write this fic.
Translatory shout-out: Much love and thanks to raynelove, who translated all this german for me. Thank you thank you thank you!

Sometimes Stiglitz was gentle, most times he wasn’t.

The nights he woke up, shouting and swearing in German, those were the nights he wasn’t.

Wicki knew this. Wicki accepted this. Even as tears welled in his eyes, and Stiglitz grunted and thrust mercilessly into his already raw ass, Wicki accepted this. It was what he could do for Stiglitz.

Stiglitz wasn’t exactly the type to talk about it, obviously. Wicki had tried, a few times. The last time he tried, they were walking in formation. Wicki and Stiglitz stuck together, under the pretense of Wicki teaching Stiglitz English. Today, Wicki was only speaking German to Stiglitz, not wanting the other Basterds to hear. “/If you would just tell me, I could help./”

“Fick dich" /Fuck you./ Stiglitz sucked on a cigarette and stared straight ahead, a murderous look in his eyes.

“Was auch immer du gesehen hast, wir haben es alle gesehen. Wenn du vielleicht drueber reden wuerdest, haettest du keine Albtraeume…" /Whatever you saw, we’ve seen it all. Maybe if you said something, you wouldn’t have the nightmares…/

Next thing Wicki knew, his nose was bleeding and the wind was knocked out of him. He lay on the ground, staring up at Stiglitz’s crazed eyes, hands tight around his neck. “Ich sagte, verpiss dich." /I said fuck off./ He snarled.

A moment or two, and Stiglitz let go and stood up. Behind him, out of the corner of his eyes, Wicki saw Ulmer start forward to help him up. Wicki waved him away and clambered to his feet, wiping his bleeding nose on the sleeve of his shirt. He saw Aldo glance back, but say nothing. The Basterds started moving forward again.

Wicki walked for a moment in silence next to Stiglitz, grumbling at his own misfortunate choice of fuck-buddy. Glancing over, he risked a response. “Zuerst reisst du mir den Arsch auf, jetzt mein Gesicht. Tschuldigung, wenn ich dachte, ich haette ein Recht zu wissen, warum. /First you tear up my ass, now my face. Sorry if I thought I had a right to know why./

Stiglitz puffed out a cloud of smoke, laughing. He wrapped an arm around Wicki and pulled him close. The heavy feel of Stiglitz’s arm raised conflicting emotions within Wicki. He knew the painful and deadly power in those arms and hands, but those very same hands had also brought him pleasure over the past few months.

******

But that’s how it always was with Hugo Stiglitz. And stupid Wicki knew that, from the first time they had fucked.

Stiglitz had been with the Basterds for a week. He latched onto Wicki, as the only Basterd who could speak German. And really, how else could it have turned out? Two men, fighting for their lives every day, forced together by a common language, and with nothing else to fuck…the result was inevitable.

Wicki had been lying in his bedding, trying to read a German newspaper in the dying firelight. Most of the Basterds were asleep; Hirschberg was on watch, but he was a distance away. Wicki watched as Stiglitz stood up from his own bedding and walked over. He had lit a cigarette while still sitting in his bedding, and as he squatted down in front of Wicki he breathed the smoke into his lungs. Fuck, being around Stiglitz made him want to chain smoke.

Stiglitz stayed there, squatting in front of Wicki, until he finished his cigarette. Wicki just waited, letting Stiglitz study him in the dying firelight. He knew what was about to happen, but he didn’t feel the need to rush it.

After what felt like the longest smoke ever, Stiglitz ground his stub into the ground carefully, until the last burning ember was out. Looking up, he nodded at Wicki. “Ja?"

Taking a deep breath, and fully aware of what he was getting himself into, Wicki nodded back. “Ja."

That was all the two of them needed to say, that first night. Stiglitz climbed into Wicki’s bedding and fucked him mercilessly, only stopping to slick up his cock because Wicki insisted on taking it into his mouth, for his own lubrication. After he was done, Stiglitz gave Wicki a cigarette, lit it for him, then walked away back to his own bedding. Wicki had never needed, or enjoyed, a cigarette more in his life. The next morning his ass was sore, and from that day on he made sure to steal a little cooking grease every day, so that he was ready for Stiglitz.

*****

The last time they had fucked, neither of them knew it was going to be the last time. As last fucks go, however, Wicki would be happy with the knowledge that this was their last one. It wasn’t the violent type, at least, it wasn’t the most violent type. He wasn’t soothing Stiglitz out of a nightmare, and it wasn’t immediately after a kill, the adrenaline still flowing through both of their veins. It was just a calm, normal fuck, before they went on their mission to meet up with the Frau.

During these fucks, Wicki could relax, could really feel each movement of Stiglitz inside of him. Stiglitz held onto his hips, powerfully rocking Wicki with every thrust. Wicki’s hands slipped and scrambled on the cold stone floor, slick with sweat and unsteady with pleasure. He lifted one hand to jerk himself off, but Stiglitz’s hand beat him there, batting his away. Wicki gasped down at the floor at the feel of Stiglitz’s hand gripping him tight, thumb roughly rubbing over the head. Stiglitz rarely jerked Wicki off, or really took any interest in Wicki’s pleasure at all. Today Stiglitz was in a generous mood.

With the added pleasure of Stiglitz’s hand, it didn’t take Wicki long to come. Panting, he laid his head on the ground, waiting as Stiglitz finished himself up, pounding into Wicki’s ass. Stiglitz always came last.

A few more powerful thrusts, and Stiglitz was coming, filling up Wicki’s ass and grunting loudly. Stiglitz released his grip on Wicki’s hips, and Wicki’s lower half fell to the ground, where he lay there, panting. Stiglitz, rather than buttoning up and leaving as usual, lay down next to him. Wicki turned to face Stiglitz, curious in the change of pattern. As if answering his unasked question, Stiglitz reached his hand forward, and pulled Wicki’s head in for a kiss. It was rough, and violent, and Stiglitz used more teeth than was really necessary, but it was still a kiss. Wicki kissed back, just as fiercely, knowing that Stiglitz liked the violence.

Pulling back, Stiglitz eyed Wicki, then patted him on the cheek. “Du bist zu mehr zu gebrauchen als nur zum Ficken, weißt du?" /You’re good for more than fucking, you know./
Wicki laughed and shrugged, as best he could lying on his side. “Na, ich denke, meine Mutter wird sich freuen, das zu hören. Wirst du ihr einen Brief für mich schreiben?" /Well, I’m sure my mom will be glad to hear that. Will you write her a letter for me./

Stiglitz frowned and rolled himself onto his feet. He shuffled across the room and grabbed his cigarettes from his jacket pocket, which lay, discarded, on the ground. Lighting it, he stared down at Wicki, none-too-happy. “So meinte ich das nicht. Du wolltest mehr über meine Albträume wissen. Du bist zu gebrauchen für… du hilft." /I didn’t mean it like that. You wanted to know about my nightmares. You’re good at…you help./

Wicki propped himself up on one elbow and smiled. “Ich weiß, Hugo. Ich geb mein Bestes." /I know, Hugo. I try./

Stiglitz nodded again, then turned away to get properly dressed. Wicki sighed and gathered up his clothes too. “Weißt du, ich hab gehört, die Bar ist in nem Keller." /You know, I heard this bar is in a basement./

*****

Wicki never found out what it was that woke Stiglitz up every night, that caused him to need to fuck Wicki into oblivion, that made him murderous with every Nazi uniform he saw. Him and the other Basterds hate Nazi’s, but Stiglitz…something happened with Stiglitz. But Wicki never found out what. As they were sitting in that stupid-ass basement bar, and as certain death approached, Wicki thought, he would never find out. Even if they had lived an entire lifetime together, Stiglitz wouldn’t have told him. Still, he would have liked to have known. And he would have liked to have fucked Stiglitz, just once, instead of it always being the other way around. But all that was over and done with now, and he was just going to have to die, content with the knowledge that, for a little while at least, he had helped Stiglitz ease the pain.

Thanksgiving

2009-12-08T20:46:36Z

Hey everyone! Happy belated-thanksgiving to everyone living in the states (except PST. I got this in before it's midnight over there, so ha!). To everyone else in the world: happy friday! Except you guys in hawaii. It is not Friday yet for you.
Gracious that's confusing.
Anyways, here is a thanksgiving fic! Which I wrote while having terrible heartburn from delicious food/wine/cigars.
Enjoy!

Title: Thanksgiving (stealing from you Eli. come and get me! ... please come and get me!)
Summary: All the Basterds have something to be thankful for.
Pairings: Donny/Uti and Stiggy/Wicki (seriously this time)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slightly violent sex on the part of Stiggy/Wicki, but nothing major
A/N: look! I wrote Stiggy/Wicki! Oh great Stiggy/Wicki shippers, please don't kill me!
EDIT: So much love and thanks to raynelove for translating that FUCKTON of German! Oh my gosh, you are the absolute best!!!!
Comments are love!

Donny walked in formation, in front of Utivich. Carefully, he ticked days off on his hand. “Uti, okay, so, what day is it again?”

Donny heard Utivich sigh behind him. He knew he had asked it several times, but he wanted to make sure. “It’s the twentieth.”

Donny ticked off some days on his fingers again. “Okay, so, just hang on. My birthday was September fifteenth, right? And that was a Monday. Okay, so then…” fuck, math was hard… “seven days later was the twenty-second, then the twenty-ninth…then it was, um…”

Utivich stepped in. “A week later would be October sixth.”

Mock-irritably, Donny waved behind him at Utivich. “Yeah yeah. Okay, then it would be the thirteenth, then the twentieth, then the twenty-seventh. Then we’re in Novembah, and that would be…” As he tried to add the numbers, Donny could feel Utivich just thinking at him. “Damnit, Uti, fine, what would it be?”

“The third.” Sighing, Donny glanced over his shoulder. “You’re a real pain-in-the-ass smart-ass sometimes, you know that?”

Utivich raised his eyebrows suggestively. “You want me to be a pain in the ass? We could arrange that.”

Furtively, Donny looked around at the other Basterds, then broke formation long enough to smack Utivich upside the head. “Shuddup.” He murmured. Turning around and stepping back into the formation, Donny continued his math. “Okay, so we got Novembah third, right? So then a week from that is the tenth, then the seventeenth. Then three days later we get today, the twentieth, right? So since all of those were Mondays, that puts today at a Thursday, right? And the twentieth would be the third Thursday in Novembah, right?”

Triumphantly, Donny could feel the gears click into place in Utivich’s head behind him. “Holy shit Donny, it’s Thanksgiving, isn’t it?”

Nodding, Donny twirled his bat happily. “Sure is. Fuck, what I wouldn’t do for some meat right about now...”

Utivich’s voice crept up behind him. “Well, if you want some meat, I could…”

Not waiting for the rest of the sentence, Donny jumped on Utivich, tackling him to the ground. “Utivich, shut your fucking mouth! Fuck!”

A whistle alerted Donny, who jumped up off of Utivich and stood at attention. Utivich climbed up to his feet less slowly, possibly due to Donny knocking the wind out of him. “Damnit sons…” Aldo shouted at them from a few paces up, “You boys can’t wait to bunk up to do something like that? Fuck’s sake boys, wait till we set up tonight.”

Snarling, Donny smacked Utivich upside the head. “Yeah Utivich, wait for us to bunk up. Wait, huh? Damnit Aldo!” Donny snarled and shut up, as the rest of the Basterds laughed. Snarling and stomping, Donny walked forward again. Grumpily, he shoved Wicki, next in line in front of him. “Keep moving, fuckah. Damnit.”

Wicki laughed, but changed the subject. “Donny, Thanksgiving. You said that earlier, what is it?”

Donny abruptly stopped kicking at pinecones. “Huh? You know, the holiday. Thanksgiving.”

In front of him, Wicki shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. I heard it mentioned before on the base, but, I wasn’t sure what it was.”

Donny immediately leaned forward and shoved Wicki. “What? Hey, what? Oh, Aldo, did you hear this?”

Two people up, Aldo nodded his head. “I heard Donny. What exactly are you proposing?”

Donny got a goofy grin on his face. “Oh fuck, Aldo, you serious?”

As he walked forward, Aldo pulled out his tin of snuff. “Well, son. If you can manage to dig up some Thanksgiving feast-worthy grub, then we can have ourselves a Thanksgiving dinner.”

Donny glanced around, shoulders darting to the left, then to the right. “Okay, hang on…”

Donny felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Donny, shush. Calm.”

Smiling, Donny stopped worming around. He turned around and winked back at Utivich as they continued to walk forward. “You got any ideas on Thanksgiving?”

Glancing around, Utivich sighed. “Wicki, do you have any ideas?”

In front of Donny, Wicki scratched the back of his head. “Well, we have gruel. But if we can get a rabbit, or duck, or something…”

Immediately Donny shot off into the brush. “What the fuck, Donny!” Utivich shouted after Donny.

Aldo halted the company, and they all turned and waited. In front of Wicki, Stiglitz lit a cigarette and pulled a deep lungful of smoke from it. “Was denkst du, wo er hingeht?" /Where do you think he’s going?/

Wicki crossed his arms and nodded after Donny. “Ich denke, einen Hasen oder eine Ente oder sowas holen." /I suppose, to get a rabbit, or a duck, or something./

Moments later, the Basterds heard a thwack, followed by. “Fuck you rabbit! Fuck you! Not so fast, huh, you fucking piece of meat!”

While they waited, Stiglitz dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed it beneath his heel. A few seconds later, and a few loud crunching noises later, Donny emerged, holding two rabbits by the ears in his left hand, his bat in his right. “Fucking rabbits think they can fuck with a Donowitz? Wicki, we’re gonna have a proper Thanksgiving feast.” Glancing down at the rabbits clutched in his fist, Donny frowned. “Well, you know. We’re supposed to have turkeys, but rabbits are okay.”

Aldo clicked his snuff case shut. “Donny, could you do this anytime you wanted to? Catch and kill rabbits?”

Donny blinked, confused. “Whatchya mean? This is a special occasion.”

He could feel the rest of the Basterds glancing sidelong at him, but he couldn’t really fathom why. Fuck them, he just got two rabbits for Thanksgiving dinner, after all.

Shucking the rabbits into his sack, and his bat firmly over his shoulder, Donny continued to walk forward in formation.

Two hours later, Aldo called the company to a halt. Carefully he took a knee in front of them. “Alright boys. We’ll call it in early tonight, and let Donny here show our non-American boys what a Thanksgiving dinner is. What are our supplies?”

Reaching back, Donny pulled the rabbits out of his pack. “I have two rabbits!” He grinned, proudly.

Stiglitz, sucking on another cigarette, slid his eyes at Donny. “We know, Donowitz.”

Donny waved his hands. “Eh, shuddup Stiggy.”

Stiglitz looked fairly murderous, but Donny ignored him. “What else we got? Wicki?”

Wicki had set down his pack and was digging through it. “Well, we have gruel. What else do we need?”

Donny chewed on his lip. “Well, normally we have turkey, but we got rabbits instead. And normally we have potatoes, but we got gruel. Sweet stuff, like cranberries or stuffing or corn, we usually eat that at home. Right?”

The American-born Basterds nodded in concurrence with Donny. Aldo shifted. “Well, Donny, Wicki, what can we use for something sweet?”

Donny immediately opened his mouth, grinning, and Utivich just as immediately smacked him upside the head. “Don’t.”

Wincing, Donny rubbed the back of his head. “I’ll give you sweet, you fucking…” Leaping forward, Donny tackled Utivich to the ground from his sitting position.

“Fuck! Donny!” Donny sat himself on top Utivich, resting the bulk of his weight on Utivich’s stomach, hands grabbing at Utivich’s wrists.

“Now watchya gonna do, funny guy? Huh? You want something sweet?”

Quite suddenly, Utivich and Donny both got very silent. Donny stared down at Utivich’s lips, slowly licking his own.

A throat cleared loudly behind them, and Donny turned around to see Aldo glaring at the two of them. “Boys, a little focus would be greatly appreciated.”

Donny lazily rolled off of Utivich and dusted himself off, grinning. “Aw Aldo, but it’s Thanksgiving!”

“Sie brauchen etwas Suesses? Dahinten waren Blaubeeren und ich hab noch ein Stück Schokolade. Hatte ich eigentlich für uns aufgehoben." /They need something sweet? There were blueberries back there, and I have a piece of chocolate. I was saving it for us./

Donny turned and listened as Stiglitz grunted out German. He didn’t sound too happy. Wicki’s face, however, lit up.

“Hugo has something sweet. I can start cooking. Donny, skin the rabbit.”

Wicki hefted a knife into Donny’s hand. Donny held it awkwardly. “Um…”

Just as smoothly as Wicki had handed Donny the knife, Utivich took it away from him. “Here, let me.”

Donny grabbed Utivich in a headlock and noggied him fondly. “Aw, Utivich. You’re the best. Taking care of all of cooking, just like a good froy.”

Utivich wrestled himself out of the headlock, glaring at Donny angrily. “Why don’t you go sit over there, build the fire up or something.”

With a last fond pat on the cheek, Donny jumped up. “Yessir Private Utivich.” Donny winked and waltzed away, getting started on the fire.
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It was dark out, but the Basterds sat around the campfire, passing around their bowls. Each plate got a piece of rabbit, a pile of gruel, and a small bit of chocolate covered blueberries. Personally, Donny could think of a few things better than blueberries that he would have wanted to cover in chocolate, specifically Utivich-related things, but blueberries were okay too.

Standing up, Aldo cleared his throat. “Well, for you non-American boys, that meaning y’all, Wicki and Stiglitz, Thanksgiving is a celebration in memory of the Injuns that helped the Americans out during their first winter. They gave ‘em lots of food to eat, so, we eat lots of food. And as is tradition where I come from, we go around and say a little thing about what we’re thankful for. So I’ll go ahead and start first, show you how it’s done. Me personally, I’m thankful to the Lord above for this opportunity to kill a whole boat-load of Nazi bastards. I’m thankful to still be alive today, even though I might not be tomorrow. And I’m thankful I got you Basterds serving under me, because I figure you boys increase my chances of being alive tomorrow, which increases my chances of killing more Nazis.”

Aldo sat down and nodded to the next man, Ulmer. Ulmer squirmed slightly uneasily. “Well, I’d thank JHVH for still being alive, like the Captain. I’d also like to thank him for taking care of my brothers, and sister, and mom and dad. They’re all safe back home still, and I want them to stay safe.” Ulmer nodded, sheepishly.

Up next was Stiglitz. The German grunted. “Thank for you, freeing me from Gestapo. Thank for kill Gestapo.” Stiglitz nodded, thoughtfully. His face turned softer for a moment. Leaning over to Wicki, next to him, Stiglitz lowered his voice. “Ich bin auch für dich dankbar, Wilhelm. Dankbar für dich, deinen Mund, deine Haende, deinen Arsch." /I’m thankful for you too, Wilhelm. Thankful for you, your mouth, your hands, your ass./

Donny narrowed his eyes as Wicki turned a bright red. “Hey, Stiggy. Stop saying dirty stuff in German. I think I heard the word ‘ass’ in there.”

Stiglitz leaned back, a rare grin gracing his face. He nudged Wicki with his foot. “Du bist dran." /Your turn./

Wicki cleared his throat. “Well, I’m thankful for the rabbits Donny caught, and the chocolate Hugo saved, obwohl es mir besser gefallen haette, wenn du es für uns aufgehoben haettest." /though I would have liked it better if you had just saved it for us/. "I’m thankful for my gun, my life. I’m thankful I can speak German, and can help kill Nazi’s.Und natuerlich bin ich dankbar für dich, Hugo. Ich zeig dir heut Nacht, wie dankbar ich bin. Dieser amerikanische Feiertag ist nett, oder?" /And of course I’m thankful for you, Hugo. I’ll show you how thankful tonight. This American holiday is nice, huh?/

Stiglitz just grunted, but Donny saw a flush creeping up his thick neck. Donny glared. Fucking krauts, being all romantic over there. Well, he had Utivich, so screw them. Speaking of which, Utivich was shifting and saying his thanks. “I’m thankful that I’m not in Manhattan right now. I feel much better now about, well, everything, when I’m out here. I’m thankful for scalping. I’m thankful I’m still alive, and you are still alive,” Utivich glanced over at Donny when he said that, and Donny felt a shiver go down his spine. Damn, Utivich had an effect on him. “I’m thankful that I can kill Nazis, and JHVH is watching over us, helping us kill Nazis.” Utivich looked over at Donny again. They didn’t know a language that none of the other Basterds knew, like Wicki and Stiglitz, but they didn’t need it. Donny could see in Utivich’s look that he was saying I’m thankful for you.

Holding that glance, Donny jumped up. “I got a lot I’m thankful to JHVH for. I’m thankful that I got lots of Nazi’s to kill, I’m thankful for the Sox, and Teddy Williams, and Southie, and all Bawston, the T, Fenway, all baseball besides the Yankees and Babe after ’18. I’m thankful for my mom’s cooking, and how good it’s gonna taste when I get home. Right now, I’m thankful for Wicki’s cooking, besides it’s a fuck-ton bettah than I coulda done. I’m thankful for my bat too, and my arms, so I can kill lots of Nazi’s with them. But yous guys know what I’m most thankful for?”

Donny paused and took a deep breath. He stared down at Utivich, who was looking at him, pleading with his eyes. Don’t say it Donny. Shut up and sit down. Donny ignored the look. “I’m most thankful for Uti. No offense to anyone of you other Basterds, you’re all wicked. But Uti, you’re the best. And all those things I’m thankful for back home? After the war is over, I’m taking you home with me, and I’m gonna share all those things I’m thankful for with the guy I’m most thankful for. Because you’re fucking awesome, and you know, and…and yeah.”

Donny sat down heavily. Utivich was clasping his face in his hands, the tips of his ears beat red from where Donny could see. He assumed the rest of his face was red too. Donny wrapped his arm around Utivich’s shoulders and leaned in, his lips brushing Utivich’s ear. He felt Utivich shiver slightly beneath him, and he smiled as he whispered, “I mean it Uti. You’re mine, and we’re going home togetha, after all this. You’re gonna live with me, up above the barber shop. You can get some smart-guy job, you know, like a teacha or something. I’ll cut hair, and we’ll go to Sox games during the summer togetha. Watchya say?”

Utivich lifted his head up from in his hands. A feral look was in his eyes, and he growled at Donny: “finish up your Thanksgiving dinner. I need to show you how thankful I am for you.”

Donny’s eyebrows shot up, and he turned to his food, wolfing it down. Less than five minutes later he had lit a cigarette and was dragging Utivich away from the fire, cigarette dangling from his mouth. “Alright, let’s go. Happy Thanksgiving.”

Utivich turned and tried to wave at the rest of the group, but Stiglitz and Wicki had already disappeared, and Aldo and Ulmer were awkwardly setting up their bedding.

Flicking his cigarette into the brush, Donny shoved Utivich up against a tree. “Thankful for you.” He mumbled, before shoving his lips violently against Utivich’s. Shoving his tongue into Utivich’s mouth, Donny reached for Utivich’s pants. Four buttons later, and Donny was slipping to his knees. Utivich stared down at Donny breathlessly. Glancing up, Donny frowned. “This is just for today, you know? ‘Cause I’m grateful. That’s all.” Utivich nodded, blue eyes wide.

Licking his lips, Donny gently pulled Utivich’s cock out of his pants. It was already semi-hard, and a few strokes made it firm and ready in his hands. Hesitating, Donny licked his lips again. He figured he would just do whatever it was that Uti had done before, but now that it came time to actually do it, he couldn’t for the life of him remember what Uti had done. He grabbed the base of Utivich’s cock, he knew to do that much. He also pulled his lips over his teeth; he knew he didn’t like teeth. Sliding his mouth slowly over Utivich’s cock, Donny grimaced slightly at the bitter, somewhat dirty taste. Then again, what did he really expect? The closest thing they got to a shower for the past few months was walking through a stream or walking in the rain.

Above him, Utivich gasped and sighed. Donny glanced up, slipping his mouth further down Utivich’s shaft. Utivich had thrown his head back. He swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Fuck, the sight of that made Donny hard. He fucking loved Uti’s Adam apple. Still, he turned his focus back to the issue at hand. Sucking firmly on Utivich’s cock, Donny pulled back, then slid his mouth back down. He could taste Utivich’s precome sliding down his tongue and into his throat. Kind of gross, but Donny didn’t mind too much. Not if he got to show Utivich how much he cared. Utivich had done this enough times for him, anyway.

Tightening his grip on the base with his left hand, Donny continued to slide his mouth up and down Utivich’s shaft, continuing to suck as consistently as he could, and occasionally swiping his tongue across the shaft. Reaching his right hand up, Donny took Utivich’s balls in hand and rolled them carefully. Utivich groaned and mumbled above him. Trying to recall previous experience, Donny gradually let his right hand drift back, pressing firmly on the sensitive skin between Utivich’s balls and ass. Utivich mumbled something incoherent. Carefully, Donny let his finger slid further back, past the tight ring of muscles of Utivich’s ass. Crooking his finger carefully, Donny rubbed the spot he was looking for. With one last flick of his tongue on Utivich’s head, and finger on Utivich’s prostate, Utivich came with a strangled groan.

Donny gagged a little at the bitter come in his mouth, and spit it onto the ground. “Ugk, Uti, don’t know how you do that so often. Seriously, you don’t have to…”

When Donny stood back up, Utivich immediately attacked him, pressing his tongue between Donny’s swollen lips, lapping up all his own taste. Donny responded back, eagerly, and slowly crushed Utivich back into the tree. Utivich pulled away, panting. “I’m thankful suspenders are easy to slip off.” Utivich grinned mischievously.
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Stiglitz stubbed out his post-dinner cigarette. “Wilhelm, komm her." /Wilhelm, come here./

Wicki grinned. Stiglitz was an assertive, and sometimes brutal, lover. But Wicki kind of liked it, and he really liked it when Hugo did it. “Nur, wenn du dankbar für mich bist." /Only if you’re thankful for me./

Stiglitz grunted and grabbed Wicki by the neck, pulling him in close. Wicki could smell the tobacco on his breath, that warm, calming smell that he would always associate with Stiglitz from now on. “Ich bin dankbar. Hast du das Fett?" /I’m thankful. Do you have the grease?/

Wicki nodded and extracted himself from Stiglitz’s grip, bending down to grab the cooking grease he kept in a small container in his jacket. He heard Stiglitz grunt behind him, then felt a sharp slap on his ass. “Scheiße! Hugo!" /Fuck! Hugo!/ Wicki straightened and spun around, indignant.

Stiglitz shrugged. “Ich mag deinen Arsch. Lass die Hose runter und geh rueber an den Baum, mach schon." /I like your ass. Drop your pants, get up against the tree, come on./

Wicki felt his cock twitch in his pants and harden. Eagerly he unbuttoned his pants as he walked over to the tree Stiglitz had indicated. He really shouldn’t react the way he did to being ordered around like some prostitute, but Stiglitz just did that to him. And Wicki really didn’t care.

Dropping his pants, Wicki pressed his right hand against the tree, passing back the container of cooking grease. Stiglitz took the container from him with a grunt, and wasted no time slicking his fingers with it and shoving them into Wicki.

Wicki groaned and bit his lip, screwing his eyes shut. Both hands dug into the tree bark, as Stiglitz mercilessly scissored two slicked-up fingers inside of him. Sex with Stiglitz was never soft, never gentle. Then again, Wicki never wanted it that way. The feel of Stiglitz’s fingers, fucking Wicki’s asshole brutally, preparing him inadequately for what was to come…it all just made Wicki’s exposed erection grow harder. He felt precome trickle down his shaft.

Wicki pressed his ass back against Stiglitz’s fingers. Briefly, Stiglitz added a third finger. Roughly he pulled the three digits in and out, and Wicki keened, needy. Stiglitz must have taken this as a sign that Wicki was ready, because he extracted his fingers from Wicki’s ass. Wicki could hear him slicking up his cock with the grease, and he shivered in anticipation. He figured he must make quite a sight: ass hanging in the air, leaking cooking grease; erect cock dripping precome down its shaft. And a crazy ex-Nazi German standing over him, slicking up his formidably-sized cock, ready to pound Wicki’s ass until he couldn’t sit straight. Wicki couldn’t help himself, he reached down and gently tugged on his own straining member, looking for some momentary release.

Then Stiglitz’s hands were back, gripping the sides of Wicki’s hips hard enough to bruise. With one smooth thrust, Stiglitz buried himself in Wicki. Wicki cried out, a mumbled “Hugo” falling from his lips. Stiglitz, not giving Wicki time to adjust, immediately started pulling out and thrusting back in. Within a few short thrusts, Stiglitz had begun to thrust full force, slamming his hips into Wicki’s ass with every thrust.

Wicki shivered and gasped, the ferocity too perfect and pleasurable. He could feel Hugo inside of him, the head of his cock pressing in, deeper with each thrust. Fisting his cock fiercely, Wicki pumped it, matching both the timing and ferocity of Stiglitz’s thrusts. Wicki could feel Stiglitz standing straight up behind him, hips moving, strong thighs flexing with every powerful thrust. He was already too far-gone; within a few more thrusts Wicki came into his own hand.

Panting, Wicki drifted back up into awareness, feeling the incredible pleasure of Stiglitz still pounding his cock into his prostate. Wicki struggled: it was almost an overload on his post-coital system. Stiglitz must have felt Wicki’s meager attempt to break free, because Wicki felt a sharp slap on his ass. “Verdammte Scheisse, steh still. Ich bin noch nicht fertig." /Stay the fuck still. I’m not done./ Wicki trembled. Gripping the tree with both hands, he gave himself over to the pleasure. A few more thrusts, and Stiglitz’s hands clenched hard into Wicki’s hips, and Wicki felt Stiglitz empty himself into his ass. A strangled mix of a scream and a grunt escaped Stiglitz’s gritted teeth, and Wicki smiled, eyes closed.

Patiently, Wicki waited. After Stiglitz’s breathing had returned to normal, he extracted himself from Wicki, no more careful than when he had started. Wicki winced, but gingerly pulled up his pants without a word. By the time he turned around, Stiglitz had already pulled up his pants and lit a cigarette. He nodded at Wicki. “Zigarette?" /Cigarette?/

Wicki gratefully accepted the proffered cigarette, and lit it with a match Stiglitz offered to him as well. Shaking fingers held the cigarette, as he stared down at the little burning tip, that little piece of captured fire. It was almost Promethean, really.

Stiglitz grunted, and Wicki glanced up, shaken out of his own thoughts. “Ja, Hugo?" /Yes, Hugo?/

Stiglitz narrowed his eyes, pulling long on the cigarette. “Hab ich dir weh getan?" /Do I hurt you?/

Wicki, shocked, almost forgot to respond. When he did, it was with a smile. “Nicht mehr als ich dich lasse." /No more than I let you./

Stiglitz nodded, apparently satisfied with the answer. “Ich bin dankbar für dich. Ich mag dich. Nach dem Krieg behalt ich dich vielleicht bei mir. Nicht in Deutschland, wir gehen rueber nach Amerika. Du kannst mir zeigen, wo du lebst." /I’m thankful for you. I like you. After the war, maybe I’ll keep you around. Not in Germany though, we’ll go over to America. You can show me where you live./

Wicki ducked his head, and hid his reaction with a drag from the cigarette. “Okay, Hugo. Ich bin auch dankbar für dich." /Alright Hugo. I’m thankful for you too./

Stiglitz lit another cigarette with his last one, then grabbed Wicki semi-gently by the neck. “Lass uns schlafen gehen." /Let’s get to sleep./

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Donny cracked one eye open, glancing at Stiglitz and Wicki as they slipped into their bedding together. Sighing, Donny adjusted his grip on Utivich, pulling him closer. He pressed his nose into Utivich’s hair and breathed deeply. Surprisingly, these bunch of crazy Basterds in the middle of Nazi occupied France had a whole lot to be thankful for.

Sequel Sequel

2009-12-08T20:46:00Z

Hai Guys!
Well, I only have two papers due by next Tuesday, which equals massive downtime on my part (hahaha yeah right). Point is, I decided to write another fic. I actually have two plot bunnies in my head right now, this is the first one, a Donny/Uti centric one. The next is a Stiglitz/Wicki one, and is going to be much more artsy and dramatic. Maybe. So, onto the fic!!

Sequel to this one, which is a sequel to this one.

Title: Come on Donny, Just Say It
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boy-boy loving, angst.
Pairings: Donny/Uti, Stiglitz/Wicki, Wicki/Uti
Summary: Donny and Utivich in an established relationship, and Utivich goes and fucks it all to hell.
A/N: Once again, I lack the ability to write short fics. so enjoy this long-ass one! yayy. Enjoy!

Donny woke up, blinking and looking around bleary-eyed. Fumbling, he reached out for his bat. It was a few feet away, within arm’s reach. His fingers closed around it and he sighed. Sometimes he felt more naked without his bat in his hands than he did with no clothes on. Using the bat as leverage, Donny hauled himself to his feet. He gripped the bat behind his head, stretching leisurely. Yesterday had been a good day. They had killed a dozen or so Nazi’s, raided their bodies for goods. Later, Uti and him had fucked in the woods after dinner. All in all, he couldn’t ask for a better day.

In fact, now that Donny thought about him, where was Utivich? They bunked together now, “for wahmth,” as Donny had growled at Aldo, after Aldo had a mind to say something about it. Donny scanned the campsite, and laid eyes on Utivich standing over with Wicki, who was serving breakfast again. Donny grinned, then frowned. Utivich and Wicki had their heads close together, and were talking quietly and quickly about something. Donny bared his teeth a bit and stalked over.

Every since Donny and Uti had found out about Stiglitz and Wicki, and subsequently started fucking, Utivich and Wicki were spending an awful lot of time together. Donny hadn’t complained so far: after all, he was pretty sure it was Wicki’s tutelage that had turned his blushing virgin into the fantastic fuck that he was now. Hell, Utivich was probably the best fuck Donny had ever had (which was entirely based on Utivich’s skills with his tongue and hands, and had absolutely nothing to do with any sort of emotional attachment on Donny’s part…). Still, this little friendship, or mentorship, or whatever the hell it was, was going too far. Utivich was his, after all, not Wicki’s.

Donny loomed up behind Utivich. “Hey. Got breakfast?” Donny frowned when Utivich jumped at his voice. What the hell, why would he go and do that? However, Donny’s frown melted away when Utivich turned around, grinning goofily at Donny. “Hey, got you some.” Utivich handed a full bowl to Donny. “Lieutenant says we got another hour before we pack up and head out, so, you know. Hurry up.”

Donny smiled down at Utivich. Damnit, but Utivich was fucking sexy and cute all wrapped up into one. Donny made a note to kiss the crinkles in the corners of Utivich’s eyes after breakfast, once they were alone. “Five minutes. Southwest.” Donny nodded over in the direction of a thicker grove of trees and underbrush him and Utivich had discovered the night before. “Wicki.” Wicki nodded at Donny, expression fixed. Stiglitz seemed to be rubbing off on him.

Whistling happily, Donny strolled away, bowl of gruel in one hand, bat up against his shoulder in the other. As quickly as he could, Donny scarfed down the breakfast, fumbling through his bag for an extra jacket. Him and Utivich were beginning to learn some of the finer points of having gay sex in the wilderness: point number one, things got messy easily. Well, point number one probably had more to do with the cooking fat that Wicki would give Utivich, but then point number two would be that things got messy, in part because of point number one.

Dropping the bowl on his bedding, Donny tucked his bat under one arm, jacket over his other, and tucked a pistol into his pants. Never could be too safe, after all. That would probably be point number three. Fuck, Donny could write a fucking novel on this shit. Donny’s Manual on Fucking Your Comrade in Nazi-Occupied France. That shit would be a fucking best-seller.

Looking as inconspicuous as possible, Donny wandered over to the southwest of the campsite. About a hundred yards out he found himself some underbrush and a tree he dubbed thick enough to serve his and Uti’s purposes. Donny laid out the jacket he brought with him on the ground. Scratching his stomach and stretching, Donny waited patiently, kind of, for Utivich.

Two minutes later he heard twigs snapping and leaves crunching underfoot. Another thirty seconds and Utivich’s head appeared around the side of the tree. “Hey.” He grinned.

“Finally, fuck.” Donny grabbed Utivich and shoved him against the tree, tongue immediately forcing its way down Utivich’s throat. Utivich happily reciprocated, in spades. His hands slipped across Donny’s chest, sliding his suspenders off, before going to the waist to unbutton his pants. Donny was already semi-hard, and it only took a few strokes from Utivich to get him fully erect. “You coordinate with Stiggy and Wicki?” Donny mumbled into Utivich’s mouth, his own hands seeking out Utivich’s belt buckle.

“Yeah, they’re northeast.” Ever since the first “incident”, Donny and Utivich had made sure to coordinate their rendezvous with Stiglitz and Wicki’s, so as not to repeat it. Utivich let out a little whimper as Donny took him into his hand. Donny stroked gently: he knew from experience that Utivich lost control much more quickly when Donny remained in control.

“Grease?” Utivich nodded, kissing Donny deeply one more time before scrambling around through the jacket he had thrown on the ground for it. Wicki had been thoughtful enough to scrounge up a thermos for Utivich, and it had become his and Donny’s official “bottle of lube”. Point number four for the book: thermoses were useful in multiple ways.

Quickly pulling down Utivich’s pants, Donny dipped his fingers into the thermos. Reaching around Utivich’s back, he traced a line slowly down the crack of Utivich’s ass. “Fuck Donny, let’s go. Aldo will chew us out if we’re late.”

Donny kissed Utivich to shut him up, but still complied, slipping a single finger in. Utivich squirmed, then settled, muscles relaxing around Donny’s finger. Carefully, Donny slipped a second finger in, at first merely thrusting them, then scissoring them. When Donny felt Utivich’s muscles loosen, then slipped a third finger in, carefully crooking them. “Ah, ah fuck, Donny. There, there…” Utivich gasped and mumbled, biting into Donny’s shoulder. Donny grabbed Utivich’s ass with his free hand and ground into him, trying to relieve some of his own building tension.

“Good?” Donny grunted into Utivich’s hair.

“Yes, yes fucking good. Come on.”

Donny removed his fingers and dipped them again into the thermos, stroking himself until he was good and slicked up. Utivich had turned around and had his hands up against the tree, ass presented for Donny. Donny let out a sigh, hand caressing the two pale globes. “Come on, Donny. You gonna take a picture or you gonna fuck me?”

Donny grinned. Easing forward carefully, Donny thrust himself into Utivich’s waiting ass. Utivich let out a low moan, pushing his hips back onto Donny’s. Donny grunted and panted. “Fuck Utivich, you’re tighter than a nun’s. Fuck.”

Utivich moved forward and pressed back impatiently. “Well don’t treat me like one, come on, fuck me.”

Donny didn’t need to be told twice. Pulling his hips back, Donny shoved into Utivich again. Utivich let out a little keening noise. Leaning forward, Donny put his left hand over Utivich’s on the tree, right hand gripping Utivich’s hips. Quickly the two fell into a rhythm, it not taking long for Donny to get close to the edge. Donny started to reach around to jerk Utivich off, but Utivich took his right hand away from the tree and wrapped it around his own cock. Panting, Donny returned his hand back to Utivich’s hip, rubbing his thumb over the smooth expanse of Utivich’s ass. “How you doing?” Donny pressed his cheek onto Utivich’s back, sticking to the sweat there.

Utivich panted. “Almost…”

Donny felt himself getting close. Fumbling, he turned his head and peppered Utivich’s back with kisses. “Uti…lo…fuck…” Donny cut himself off, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. “Ah, fuck…Uti, you…I lo…” loosing it, Donny gasped and came, hips twitching and cock pulsing. A moment later, he felt Utivich’s ass tightening around him, the added pressure overwhelming on his already satiated and sensitive cock. Their knees buckled at the same time, and the two collapsed onto the ground. Donny lay on Utivich’s back, breathing heavily. Utivich was lying on the ground, on the jacket that Donny had spread out before hand. Donny sighed, eyes still closed, listening to Utivich’s racing heartbeat. He never figured that he would have found something like this when he came over to Europe. He figured he’d bash some Nazi heads, win a war, and come back home. But then there was Utivich…

Donny groaned and pulled out of Utivich, rolling to the side. He lay there, staring up at the sunlight filtering through the trees. Reaching out, Donny found Utivich had rolled over and was lying on his back. Donny rubbed his hand gently along Utivich’s stomach. Utivich rolled onto his side and propped himself up onto his arm. “Hey, Donny. What were you saying?”

Donny blinked in the sunlight and turned his head to look at Utivich. “When?” Donny furrowed his brows. He knew what Utivich was asking, but he really didn’t want to talk about it.

“Just now, right before…you started saying something to me.”

Donny shifted uncomfortably. “Nothing, I don’t know. Just mumbling whatevah.” Watching Utivich’s face crinkle into a frown, Donny was reminded of what he wanted to do earlier. “Hey, come here.” Smoothing back Utivich’s hair with one hand, Donny closed his eyes and planted light kisses on the sides of Utivich’s eyes. He felt the crinkles smooth away under the ministrations of his lips.

“Nothing, nevermind.” Utivich sighed. “Come on, we gotta get back.”

Donny stopped kissing Utivich’s crinkles. “Alright kid.” Donny carefully turned Utivich’s chin and kissed him on the lips, gently and sweetly.

Rolling, Donny stood up and tucked himself back into his pants, zipping himself up. Stretching his suspenders, he pulled them up over his shoulders. Utivich stood up and straightened himself up, pulling up his pants and wiping himself off with the jacket. Smiling, Donny walked over and straightened Utivich’s hair. “I hate straightening your hair. When we get back home, you’re nevah gonna comb your hair again.”

Utivich got a strange look on his face, but then smiled. “Alright, Donny.”

Gathering up their stuff, Donny tucked his pistol back into his pants, tucked his bat under his arm and his jacket under the other. Utivich tucked the thermos back into his jacket and gathered that up. Donny wrapped his arm around Utivich and pulled him close. He sighed into Utivich’s hair and kissed the top of his head. He was going to have to do something about this. Sometime. Not today, not yet.

Two weeks later, Donny lied in his bedding at night, arm tucked behind his head and staring up at the stars. He was waiting for Utivich to climb in. Where the hell was he, anyway? He thought he saw Utivich mumbling with Wicki earlier after dinner. He didn’t know what the hell was going on there. In fact, Wicki wasn’t around right now either. Where the hell were they? Donny sat up and looked around. Stiglitz was across the fire pit from him, looking just as confused as he was. Well doesn’t that just fuck the duck…

Donny stood up, grabbing his bat. He was going to have to have a little chat with Uti and Wicki. Uti was his, after all. And Donny didn’t like to share what was his.

Donny stalked off into the darkness around the campsite, listening for Utivich’s or Wicki’s voice. About thirty yards out, he caught the sound of Utivich’s voice to his right. Jogging quickly in that direction, Donny listened the noises getting louder. It wasn’t just Utivich’s voice, he could hear Wicki’s mumbles. In addition, it sounded like…

“What the fucking hell?! You mothah fuckah!” Half blind, Donny swung his bat, connecting with nothing but air.

“Fuck! Donny, wait!”

Donny barely took the time to see in the darkness before he dropped his bat and started throwing punches. “Wicki, you lying son of a bitch! I’m gonna fucking drill a hole in youah head the size of the fucking Charles, you son of a bitch!”

Wicki ducked, and Donny vaguely saw a scrambling to pull up pants. Wicki started to run off toward camp, and when Donny started to run off after him, he felt arms wrap around him. “Donny, wait! I can explain.”

Donny shoved off Utivich and spun around on him. “What the fuck you think youah gonna explain? ‘Oh, hey Don-Don, I’m just letting Wicki fuck my brains out.’ What, you don’t get enough of that from me? Your ass not raw enough yet, you little slut?”

Donny glowered down at Utivich, who had a pained and hurt expression on his face. “No, Donny, wait…”

“Fuck you Smitty! Fuck you and Wicki straight to fucking hell!” Donny grabbed Utivich by the neck and pulled him in close. “I said I’d nevah hurt you, and I meant it. I’m not gonna. But I am gonna bust the shit out of that fuckah Wicki’s face. And you get to watch.”

Donny tossed Utivich on the ground, then picked up his bat. As he jogged back to camp, Donny heard Utivich calling after him. “It’s not like that, Donny! Fuck!”

Donny ignored him, focusing the force of his anger onto one figure: Wicki. He entered the glow of the campfire and looked around. Wicki was standing over with Stiglitz, talking furiously, looking wide-eyed. “Fucking Wicki! Stop speaking in that mothah fucking kraut language! I’m gonna bash youah fucking head in!” Donny hefted his bat dangerously.

The rest of the Basterds perked up. A pissed off Donny was never a good thing, especially when his anger was directed at one of them, instead of at a Nazi. As Donny stalked over to Wicki, Stiglitz stepped in between them. “Stiglitz.” Donny straightened and looked him in the eyes. “I’m gonna say this slow, so get all of it.” Stiglitz nodded noncommittally. “I caught Wicki and Utivich fucking. Screwing. Having sex.” Donny gritted the words out carefully through his teeth.

Stiglitz expression changed as he comprehended the words. He turned to look back at Wicki, confused. In that moment of distraction Donny pulled back his hand and connected with Wicki’s face. It made a satisfying crunching noise. Stiglitz jumped and stepped between the two of them again. “No, Donowitz.” Stiglitz glared down Donny.

Donny practically breathed hatred at Wicki. “Whatevah. You deal with him. Have fun tending the broken nose of a cheating mothah fucking bastard!”

Donny stormed off, back to his bedding. Utivich was standing there. Furious, Donny threw his bat at a tree behind Utivich’s head. Utivich didn’t flinch. “Listen, Donny, I need you to listen to me. We need to talk about this.”

“You can talk all the fuck you want you fucking fuckah bastard! Talk into your own hand, or into Wicki’s ass, or where evah the hell you wanna talk. Just don’t try talking to me. Get your shit away from mine, go bunk with Wicki.”

Donny grabbed Utivich’s pack and bedding and threw it across the campsite, as far away as he could manage. “Nevah talk to me again.” Donny growled. With that, Donny collapsed into his own bedding, turning his back onto the fire and closing his eyes.

He could feel Utivich standing next to him, staring at him. “Donny…please…”

Donny could hear the tears in Utivich’s voice, so he didn’t open his eyes. If he did, and he looked into those big, blue eyes of Utivich’s, he knew that he would cave. And he couldn’t. Not when Utivich had gone and done that. So Donny kept his eyes closed. “Go fuck off and die Utivich.”

Donny could feel Utivich standing there for another moment or two, sniffling slightly. Then Donny heard feet crunching on dead twigs and leaves, and Utivich walked away. It was only then that Donny allowed himself to open his eyes and look out into the forest. Fucking Utivich. Donny took care of him, he was good to him. He was gentle, never hurt him. He even felt…well, it was a good thing Donny never told Utivich how he felt. He sure has hell didn’t feel that way now. Still, Donny knew he couldn’t fool himself. Utivich still had a hold over him. Otherwise his chest wouldn’t hurt so much, he wouldn’t feel all these other emotions simmering beneath the surface of his anger. Donny took in a breath and blew it out. Fuck Utivich. He didn’t appreciate everything Donny did for him, fine. Fuck him. Him and Wicki both.

Donny closed his eyes, and eventually, fell asleep.

The next morning Donny rolled over, expecting to find Utivich’s warm body next to him. Instead, he found cold ground. Fuck. Donny rolled up and looked around. Where the hell did he put his bat?

Standing up and fumbling, Donny remembered he had thrown it at a tree. Oh, fuck. He sure hoped that he hadn’t cracked it, or worse, split it. Donny scanned the ground. Where the hell had it gone?

“Sergeant Donowitz.” Donny’s head whipped around. Aldo was standing off to the side, holding his bat. “Will you kindly oblige me and get the fuck over here?”

Donny winced. Shit. That probably wasn’t the best display of soldierly conduct last night. Well, fuck it. Aldo would chew him out, that was nothing new. Donny avoided looking over in the direction of Wicki’s bedding, and marched over to Aldo, head held high. “Yessir.” He saluted sharply.

Aldo turned Donny’s bat over in his hands slowly. With relief, Donny noted that it wasn't split or cracked from his tirade last night. “Sergeant Donowitz, I don’t think you’ve ever explained to me the names you’ve got carved into here. Why don’t you talk about this over breakfast with me.”

Donny squinted at Aldo. Well shit. This wasn’t chewing out. This was probably worse. “Yessir.” Donny sat down on the ground next to Aldo’s equipment, and accepted the bowl of food Aldo handed to him. He didn’t feel much like eating this morning.

“You best eat that food, son. We don’t need you light-headed from hunger going into combat.”

Donny grimaced. Fucking Aldo, too smart. “Yessir.” Grudgingly, Donny slurped down as much of the gruel as he could stomach.

“Now, son. Explain to me the names.” Donny nodded.

“Well, before I left, I went over to a neighbor's house with the bat. She knew I was going off to protect our kind, and she was the first one to sign it. Remind me what I was fighting for, I guess. After that, I took the liberty of carving names of some of the local kids, you know, the kids I’d be fighting for and protecting. And then, it just…grew.” Aldo nodded, waiting for Donny to continue. “The more stories we heard, you know, the more names I carved in. That way, every time I bash in some fucking Nazi’s head, I’m bashing it in for all of them.”

Aldo stopped turning the bat over, hand resting on one name. “And why is young Utivich’s name on here?”

Donny shifted. Of course the conversation was going to end up there. “Well, remember when he got grazed a while back? A year or so ago?” Aldo nodded. “Well, I figured I’d add his name too. Look out for him, bash some Nazi heads in for him.”

Aldo jutted his jaw, thinking. Finally, he handed the bat back to Donny. Donny sighed. It felt good to wrap his hands back around the smooth wood. “And this thing with you and Utivich, it started up that night, when you admitted the group you liked to fuck boys, and Utivich admitted that he hadn’t been fucked?”

Donny dug the toe of his boot into the ground. Fucking Aldo, what the hell? “Yessir.”

Aldo nodded. “Boy, I take a mind to make the business of my men my business. Wouldn’t be a good Lieutenant unless I did that. And this thing with you and Utivich, and that thing between Wicki and Stiglitz, why, can’t say I’m gonna be throwing flowers at your wedding, but so long as it doesn’t affect the team negatively, and it allows you boys to blow off some extra steam, well, I got nothing against it. Still, when your business starts spilling over into…” Aldo waved his hand vaguely, “into all of that commotion, well, then I best get involved. We can’t have infighting here; we’re in the Nah-zi killing business. Not each other.”

Donny waited for Aldo’s next words. Aldo sat there, rubbing his neck absentmindedly. “Son, my recommendation to you is to let that boy talk. See if you can’t figure out what’s going through his thick skull. Get all this out into the open, air out the grievances. Then you figure where to go from there.”

Donny shifted and grumbled. “Thought I aired the grievances last night. Fuckah.”

Aldo laughed loudly. “Yes son, the whole damn camp heard you airing them. But hows about you let the young man talk now?”

Donny just sat there, grumbling in his head. Aldo must have took this as a sign that the conversation was over. “Alright son. We’re packing up at oh-ten-hundred. Right about now it’s oh-eight-hundred.”

Donny nodded and stood up. This was bullshit. Aldo trying to play peacemaker. Fuck Utivich. It’s his damn fault all this shit happened. Dragging his bat behind him, Donny tried his best to give off a “fuck-you-leave-me-alone-or-I-will-seriously-bash-your-head-in” vibe. One fucking idiot apparently didn’t pick up on this.

“Donny, please, let me talk.”

“Fuck you Utivich.”

Donny sighed and turned to look. Utivich was standing there, bags under his eyes, hair a mess. He didn’t look like he had slept in ages, though it could only have been for a night. “Please, Donny.”

Donny cursed himself. Fucking Utivich with his big blue eyes. “Fine, talk, you fucking slut. See if you can use that mouth for something other than sucking on guys cocks.”

Utivich ducked, looking like he might cry. Donny knew he was being loud, and that the rest of the camp was trying to watch the two of them without looking like they were. Utivich reached forward, then stopped. “I, can we, go somewhere?”

Donny tossed his bat down onto his bedding, then threw himself down. “Here’s fine.” He said curtly.

Utivich gingerly sat down on the ground, across from Donny. Wringing his hands, Utivich opened and shut his mouth a few times before he started talking. “What I did…that was wrong.”

“We gotta fucking genius ovah heah, holy shit!” Donny noticed the other Basterds trying their best not to look.

“Donny, shut up and listen to me! I’m apologizing to you, you fucking idiot!”

Donny clamped his mouth shut. Damn Utivich, he knew too well that when he got forceful, Donny shut up. “Okay. I was wrong. It was stupid. I am a fucking moron. Everything terrible you can say about me, you’re right. Except,” Utivich cut Donny off before he even began, “except. I am not a slut. I know you care. I know you’re gentle. But, you, you could never say it. I knew what you were trying to say, all those times…” Utivich glanced around and lowered his voice, “all those times we were fucking. You wanted to say that you loved me. And I knew that. But you couldn’t say it, Donny.”

Donny leaned forward and grabbed Utivich’s arm. He tried his best to restrain himself, to not squeeze too tightly through his rage. “I didn’t have to, then. If you knew, you knew. I talked about setting up with you. After the war. If that doesn’t say something, nothing does. So what, you go to Wicki because you need some sappy feelings shit? It sure didn’t look like you guys were talking about feelings, it looked like you two were fucking.”

Utivich cringed. “We, we were in the same boat. We were having the same problem, him and Stiglitz, me and you…”

“So what, you decide to fuck those problems away?”

“It was stupid, Donny, I get it! Fuck, I get it.” Utivich turned and wiped his arm on his sleeve. “Donny, please. What can I do? How can I make it up to you? I will do anything, anything you ever ask of me. I do love you.”

Donny stared down at the ground. If he looked up at Utivich, he knew he would cave. And he couldn’t, not yet. “I don’t know, Uti. I…I did.”

Utivich sniffled, and Donny risked a glance up. Shit. Utivich was full-out crying, tears running down his face, blue eyes full. His nose was turning red, and his chin was curling in the most unflattering of ways. Still, to Donny, he was beautiful. “Aw, fuck. Utivich. I fucking hate you right now. I hate you, and I hate me, and I hate Wicki.”

Utivich sniffle-laughed. “Not Stiglitz?”

Donny cracked a smile. “Right now, he’s actually one of the lowest on my shit list.” Donny paused, staring at Utivich. “Fuck. Come here, stop crying. Damnit. Fuck.”

Donny released his grip on Utivich’s arm and held his arms out. Utivich crawled into them, pressing his face into Donny’s chest. Smoothing his hair down, Donny made soothing noises. “Shh. It’s alright. Damnit Uti, what am I going to do with you? I can’t just take you back. You fucking cheated on me. Instead of facing up to me like a man, just asking me straight up if I…you know…felt that way, you go and whine about it to fucking Wicki. Then you end up fucking that bastard. What the hell’s wrong with you?”

Donny felt Utivich shaking his head into his shirt, moisture already seeping through to his chest. “I don’t know Donny. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Donny laid his head down on top of Utivich’s and sighed. Breathing in deep, he smelled that distinctly Utivich smell, of sweat and dirt and Utivich. “Fuck, Uti.”

Utivich’s head bobbed in agreement against his chest. “I know, I know.”

The two sat that way for a while, Donny closing his eyes and making shushing noises. “It’s alright…” Donny stroked Utivich’s hair.

A throat cleared above the two of them. “Hey, um, guys. Aldo wants us to pack up. Hoofing it in thirty.”

Donny looked up at Ulmer, who was standing above them nervously. “Yeah, alright Ulmer. We got it.”

Gingerly, Donny leaned back and lifted up Utivich’s head. The tears had stopped flowing, but his face still looked like he had been crying. “Alright Uti. I haven’t figured what I’m doing yet. But come on, we’ll get you cleaned up.”

Utivich smiled up at Donny, embarrassed and still nervous. “Alright.” He mumbled quietly.

Standing up, Donny held out a hand to Utivich, who took it gratefully. “Come on, there was a stream back there, we’ll wash your face and…”

Utivich jumped on Donny, hugging him tightly. Leaning back, Utivich peppered Donny with kisses: on his nose, eyes, cheeks, mouth. Donny stood there and waited, trying his best to keep his resolve. He still couldn’t take Utivich back; not when everyone knew what had happened. He still had some self-respect. “Come on, not yet.” Donny took hold of Utivich’s wrist and dragged him away from the campsite.

They walked to the stream together in silence. Donny bent down and cupped some water in his hands, washing Utivich’s face with it as best he could. Utivich stood there silently, making no protest to Donny’s gentle ministrations. Sighing, Donny cupped Utivich’s face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over Utivich’s eyebrows, eyelids, and along his temples. “You know how I feel, Uti?” Utivich nodded. “You know, I…everything I said, you know, during sex…I meant all that. I’d nevah hurt you, I wanna take care of you. When all this shit is ovah, I wanna take you back home with me. You’re mine,” Donny growled, “and I take care of what’s mine. I gotta have some time,” Utivich nodded furiously, “but I still feel that way. And, you know, if you have issues, or you want me to say it, I will. But I’m more of a man of action, you know?”

Utivich laughed, sniffling slightly. “I know, Donny. I was stupid.”

Taking his hands away from Utivich’s face, Donny stood back and nodded. “Alright. Let’s pack up and kill some Nazi’s today. I don’t know…” Donny grunted and stared at the ground for a moment. “You gotta gimme a bit. No sleeping togethah, not for a little while. I gotta think. You too.”

Utivich nodded. “I know, Donny. I understand.” Utivich leaned forward, then paused. “Sorry,” he looked down.

Inside, Donny felt the last bit of anger melting away. “Shit, Uti…” Donny wrapped his arms around Utivich and pulled him in for a kiss. It was sweet and gentle, one of the rare kinds of kisses for the two of them. Just contact, that was all they needed right now. Donny pulled away and sighed, leaning his head on Utivich’s shoulder. “Alright, come on. Time to get back.”

Utivich nodded and pulled away. As they walked back in silence, Donny cursed himself. Fuck, he was screwed. Completely, utterly, hopelessly screwed. Utivich could kill the President, and Donny would follow him to hell and back. Donny might not like it, but that’s just the way it was. Fucking Wicki.

Sequel to "Uti's a Virgin"

2009-12-08T20:45:16Z

Sequel Time!
Alright, this one specially goes to the anon who commented on "Uti's a Virgin" and requested a sequel to it.
So it seems, for some reason, that in my stories: a.) wicki always cooks, b.) donny is always hungry, and c.) they are always insanely long. I do not understand my brain, but there you go.
Also, I down-played the Donny accent, and used it on the words that my friends most make fun of me for. I do like doing the accent, but I understand that it can be hard to read, so we'll see if I can't find a happy medium for this.

Title: Sequel to Uti's a Virgin. Totally original title, I know.
Pairings: Donny/Uti and Stiglitz/Wicki
Rating: Eh...very soft R
Summary: The morning after, Uti and Donny try and figure their stuff out, and run into Stiglitz and Wicki...
A/N: Oh my gosh this turned sappy. I have no idea how that happened, and I apologize profusely for the amount of sap. Seriously. Gagk.Also, writing about Stiglitz makes me smoke soooo many cigarettes. IB fanfiction is dangerous to my health...ah, and for all you stiglitz/wicki shippers: this is me easing into them as a pairing. so i hope you guys like ^.^ as for donny/uti shippers: don't kill me for the amount of sap and lack of sex! nyrgk!
Translator: Big thank-yous and hugs to emcee_mana, who was absolutely lovely and translated all this mean old german for me! *Kermit the frog voice:* yayyyyyy!!!

Donny walked away from the river, rubbing his head. Water droplets flew from his hair, glinting in the early morning light. His quick bath in the river had washed off the feel of vomit and sickness leftover from last night, and now he could focus on more urgent concerns. Like his stomach. His stomach really wanted food, now.

As Donny grew closer to the campsite, his stomach growled louder. He could smell wood burning and gruel cooking, and he quickened his pace. The campsite soon became visible, and Donny saw that Wicki was on breakfast duty. A good thing too; most of the other Basterds couldn’t cook worth shit. Then again, just about anything would taste good right now, all Donny needed was something to fill the hole in his stomach.

“Wicki! Chow!” Wicki glanced up from the pot and nodded, grabbing a bowl for Donny and ladling some gruel into it. “Ah, Wicki, you’re fucking amazing. Thanks.” Donny flashed a smile at Wicki as he took the gruel. For a moment, Wicki looked like he was going to say something. Donny started slurping some of the gruel down, sans spoon, and furrowed his brows. “What’s the matter with you, Wicki? Got something to say?”

Wicki shuffled a little bit. Glancing over Donny’s shoulder, he leaned forward. “What you said last night, and what Hugo said…”

Donny wiped gruel off his mouth with his sleeve and glared. “Hey, Stiggy wants to start something, and he can just come on ovah here and we’ll start something.”

Wicki shook his head. “No, no. It’s not that. Hugo, he…I…”

A hand pressed down on Donny’s shoulder. He looked back, straight into Stiglitz’s face. “What you looking at, Stiglitz?”

Stiglitz wasn’t looking at Donny, though. “Das erzählen du nicht zu ihm, naja?" /You’re not telling him, are you?/

Donny looked back over at Wicki, who looked like…well, kind of like he was blushing. “Wenn er und Utivich beginnt, hab' ich gedacht..." /I just figured if him and Utivich were going to start…/

“Nein.” Stiglitz looked Wicki up and down. Donny just stood there, looking confusedly between the two. “Dient Frühstück. Aldo hast gesagt, das wir auf elf Uhr gehen." /Serve breakfast. Aldo says we’re not moving out until eleven./”

Donny looked back at Wicki, who looked decidedly happier, for some reason. “Wir sollen vorsichtig sein, das Bären-Juden und der Kleiner Mann vielleicht ein Zurückgezogenes Gebiet finden." /We better be careful, the Bear Jew and the Little Man may be looking for the same secluded spot./

Donny glared. “Wait, I recognized those words. You’re talking about me and Uti, arenchya?” Donny might be thick-headed, but he wasn’t dumb. Not all of the time.

Behind him, Stiglitz lit a cigarette and blew smoke in Donny’s face. “You and Utivich have fun.” He said, German accent heavy over the slow words.

Donny started after Stiglitz, pissed, but before he could take two steps Utivich appeared in front of him. “Hey Donny.”

Donny blinked, temper draining out of him. “Oh, hey Uti.” Donny’s hand twitched. He wanted to touch Utivich: ruffle his hair, pat his cheek, something, but he held back. It would probably be best if he didn’t.

Utivich ducked his head down, blushing. “Hey, Donny, I was gonna get some food.”

Donny blinked, not realizing what Utivich meant for a moment. “Oh, oh, alright.” Donny stepped aside, letting Utivich step up to the pot.

“Hey Wicki.” Wicki nodded as he poured the gruel.

Donny stayed back, staring at Utivich. What he had said last night wasn’t just the liquor talking. He really had been hoping to fuck Utivich since basic training. There was just something about his neatly combed hair that Donny just had to muss up. So Donny felt fine about last night. Hell, he was happy he had finally managed to get his hands into Utivich’s pants, even if it was just for a moment. The problem now was trying to figure out if Utivich thought it was a whole big mistake, or just wanted to get some release, or what.

Donny grabbed Utivich by the back of the neck. “Come on Uti. I got a seat saved for you ovah heah.”

Utivich turned around, clutching his bowl of gruel and looking slightly terrified. “You just walked over, you can’t have a seat…”

“Ulmer! Get off your ass, you’re in my seat.” Ulmer jumped up, stumbling over his own feet. “See? Saved you a seat.”

Utivich stared after Ulmer, but obediently sat down next to Donny. Utivich poked at his gruel as Donny tried to figure out exactly what he wanted to say. “Listen, Donny…”

“Utivich, you wanna fuck me? ‘Cause I wanna fuck you. And not just fuck. I’ll take care of you. You know, I got your name on my bat. Had it on there since you got grazed a few months back. Got worried, and figured I gotta make sure you’re okay. I know you can take care of yourself and everything, so don’t think that I think you’re a pussy or anything, but I still look out for you, just because. But, I wanna fuck you too.”

Donny let out a long breath. He wasn’t sure what he just said, but he thought it might sound good. Donny looked down over at Utivich. His head was down, and expression hidden. “Hey, come on, say something.” Donny shoved Utivich.

Utivich shook his head and looked up. His expression was unreadable. “I need a few minutes to think.”

Donny nodded. Utivich stared at him. “Oh, you wanna I should go?” Utivich nodded, exasperated. “Oh, okay. Just uh, just think about it, okay? And like, I’m…” Donny fumbled. “I’m not an asshole, you know? I mean, I am, but…not to you.” Donny ruffled Utivich’s hair, and got up. “Hey, Aldo!”

Donny jumped up and jogged over to Aldo, who was squatting by the fire with some papers and a mug. “Hey, what we doing today?”

Aldo took a sip from his mug and smacked his lips. “Intel says that at noon, a big ol’ Nazi contingent will be headin’ on up the road about a mile up from here. I’m thinking we hold until ten-thirty, eleven, then get into position and ambush those krauts. How’s that sit with you?”

Donny stared down at the map. “Flat ground between here and there?”

Aldo sipped from his mug again. “Mostly. Slight uphill from here, then the road sits about two feet lower, so we’ll have a slight height advantage.”

Donny nodded. “Sounds good. What time is it now?”

Aldo pulled his pocket watch out of his breast pocket. “Nine.”

Donny paused for a moment. “So…one and a half hours?”

Aldo looked sidelong at Donny. “Yeah Donowitz. You got plans?”

Donny whipped his head around to stare at Utivich. He was staring at the last bits of gruel in his bowl. “No... I... see you, Lieutenant.”

Donny jumped up and ran back over to Utivich. Skidding to a stop, Donny dropped down on his haunches. “Hey, Uti, we gotta hour and a half.”

Utivich raise his eyebrows. “Yeah, so?”

Donny paused. “Oh, well, I figured you’d wanna do something more than a quick hand job. You know, if I shove my fingers up your ass…”

Utivich scrambled around, face turning bright red. “Donny, shut up!”

Donny blinked, but shut his mouth. Who would have thought that Utivich would get all embarrassed now? Utivich rubbed the back of his neck. “Alright, Donny, come on. We’ll talk in private.” Utivich set down his bowl on the log. Donny vaguely noted that Wicki wasn’t at the pot of gruel. Everyone must have gotten their breakfast already.

Utivich grabbed Donny’s wrist and dragged him away from the campsite, into the woods. Donny allowed himself to be dragged, stealing a glance at Utivich’s ass in the meantime. Hell, if Utivich wanted to drag him around, he might as well get some enjoyment out of it.

About halfway through picturing what Utivich’s ass would look like as he dragged slicked fingers down its crack, Utivich let go of Donny’s wrist. He kept walking quickly forward, and Donny jogged up so they were shoulder to shoulder. “Listen, Uti...”

Utivich cut Donny off. “Alright Donny, shut up and listen for a moment.” Donny clacked his mouth shut. He smiled to himself: little Utivich could stand up for himself when the occasion called for it. “Okay. So, I need to know something before I make any sort of decision.”

Donny nodded. “Whatevah you need, Uti.”

Utivich stopped walking and turned to face Donny. Donny stopped too, staring down at Utivich. He wasn’t sure what Utivich was after, until Utivich reached out and clutched at Donny’s jacket. Slowly, Utivich leaned forward. Getting the idea, Donny wrapped his arms around Utivich and kissed him. Donny felt Utivich sag beneath him, and smiled into the kiss. Hesitantly, Donny swiped his tongue across Utivich’s lips. Utivich eagerly opened his mouth, and the two stood there, tongues sliding over one another’s, hands clutching at each other’s bodies.

Pulling back, Donny smiled down at Utivich, who already looked mussed and confused. His eyes were glazed over with happiness, and his lips were shimmering wet. “Good answer?” Donny asked, grinning cockily.

Before Utivich could reply, a voice floated through the trees. “Scheisse! Bist vorsichtig!" /Shit! Careful!/

Utivich immediately pulled his pistol out, but Donny cocked his head. “Hang on, Uti. That sound like Wicki to you?”

Utivich lowered his gun slowly, listening.

“Wenn du noch sein, das tut dir nicht weh. Du hast der Schweinefett vergessen" /Well if you’d hold still this wouldn’t hurt as much. It’s your fault you forgot the cooking fat./

Utivich nodded. “That was Stiglitz.”

Donny squinted. “What the fuck do you figure those two are up to?”

Utivich blushed, not looking at Donny. “Actually, I have an idea. Come on, let’s head back to camp…” Utivich reached for Donny, but he pulled away.

“No, hang on Uti. Those two fuckahs messed up our time togethah this morning, and Stiggy laughed at me last night. I wanna see what they’re up to.” Donny purposefully struck out in the direction of their voices, and Utivich jogged along beside him.

“Really Donny, I don’t think you want to see what they’re up to.” Vague noises were getting louder. A small, broken down wall came into view. The voices sounded like they were just on the other side of it. To Donny, it sounded like Wicki and Stiglitz were lifting weights, or arm wrestling, or something. There was certainly enough grunting going on.

“Come on, whatchya think they’re doing anyways? I mean, it’s not like…”

Donny and Utivich rounded the side of the broken wall. Sure enough, there was Stiglitz and Wicki. In fact, they almost looked like they were wrestling. Only their pants were around their ankles, and Stiglitz was effectively fucking Wicki into the ground behind the wall. Wicki's hands were scrambling over the leaves and dirt, mouth open and eyes closed. Stiglitz was biting Wicki's shoulder, fingers digging into Wicki's hips as he mercilessly thrust into him. Both were too busy, and too far gone, to notice the two Americans who stumbled upon their little moment. “Holy fuck!” Donny jumped backwards about three feet, then slipped on the bed of leaves carpeting the ground. Falling on his ass, Donny tried his best to cover his eyes. “Holy fuck!” He shouted again. Between trying to scramble to his feet and avoid looking at them, Donny saw Stiglitz pull out of Wicki, a seriously pissed off expression on his face.

Donny forced his eyes away and noticed Utivich handling the situation slightly better: he had simply turned around and was blushing furiously. Donny looked up at Utivich as he looked down. “I told you that you wouldn’t want to see it.”

Donny glanced back over at Stiglitz and Wicki, then immediately regretted it. Wicki had already managed to pull up his pants, but Stiglitz sure was taking his sweet time. Donny decided the best course of action was to follow Utivich’s lead, so he quickly pulled himself to his feet and turned around. “Fuck, sorry. Fuck. Holy shit. Fuck.”

Utivich looked over at Donny. “Real eloquent.”

Donny smacked Utivich upside his head. “Hey, fuck you. I don’t need to be eloquent. I bet you want me to do to you what Stiggy was just doing to Wicki, dontchya?” Utivich sucked in a breath and blushed more, if that was even possible. Donny nodded happily. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now shut up you face.”

Utivich leaned over. “Why are you Stiglitz? Why aren’t you the one getting fucked?”

Donny looked incredulously over at Utivich. “Yeah kid, you keep daydreaming about that, ‘cause it’s nevah gonna happen.” Donny turned slightly and shouted over his shoulder. “Hey, yous guys decent yet?”

Donny heard the striking of a match, followed by Wicki’s voice. “Yes, you can turn around.”

Donny and Utivich both turned around. Wicki was running a hand through his hair, embarrassed, but apparently willing to talk to Donny and Utivich. Stiglitz was sucking down a cigarette, looking more pissed off at being interrupted than at the fact that Donny and Utivich now knew. “Sorry, we were away from camp, we did not think…” Wicki started.

“Verdammt Arschloch Amerikaner. Sie können uns für eine Minute nicht alleine gehen. Ich will eine blasen empfangen." /Fucking asshole Americans. Can’t leave us alone for a minute. Tonight I want a blowjob./

Wicki glared at Stiglitz. “Halt's Maul. Wenn wir diese weg gehen, können wir das beenden." /Okay, shut up. If we get rid of these two, we can finish up right now./

Stiglitz sucked angrily on his cigarette some more, but said nothing.

Donny just watched the two Germans, not understanding a word of it, except that Stiglitz said something bad about Americans. Donny had the wherewithal to assume that he was referring to himself and Utivich. Wicki turned back to face the two of them. “Last night, Hugo said ‘Donny, you and I share a common interest.’ This is what he meant.”

Donny nodded, still a bit in shock. “Thanks Wicki, I wouldn’t have figured that.” Wicki and Utivich both shot Donny looks, obviously skeptical as to his ability to properly make the connection. Donny chose to ignore the two of them. “How long this been going on? Stiggy joined up, what, seven months ago, right? You two Germans just figure, fuck it, we’re German and we’ll screw?”

Stiglitz lit another cigarette with the end of his last one, and continued to suck smoke into his lungs. “ Donowitz will kennen, wie wir haben ficken anzufangen?" /Donowitz wants to know how we started fucking?/

Wicki nodded. “Ja.” Wicki focused back on Donny. “We talked a lot, because I had to help Hugo learn English. He was more forceful about what he wanted than you were, Donny.”

Donny glanced over at Utivich, then scuffed his shoes on the dirt. “Eh, fuck you Wicki. I’m taking my time, so what. Maybe I got more respect for Uti ovah heah than your Stiggy has for you. Maybe I wanna treat Uti better than Stiggy treats you.”

Before Wicki could say anything, Stiglitz jumped up and grabbed Donny by the throat. He squeezed tightly, and Donny reached up to grab at his wrist. Slowly Stiglitz blew smoke into Donny’s face as he glared. “I understood you think I’m not good to Wilhelm?”

Donny struggled to breathe around Stiglitz’s crushing grip and through the smoke. “Just saying it’s an issue of respect. I got respect for Uti. You have any for Wicki?”

Stiglitz didn’t turn his head. “Was bedeutet 'respect'?" /What’s ‘respect’?/

Wicki stood with his arms crossed. “Rücksicht."

Stiglitz tightened his grip on Donny’s throat. Donny could feel his face turning red, the blood getting cut off on the sides of his neck. Fucking Stiglitz…"I have respect Wilhelm.” Stiglitz leaned in close. “Shut your fucking mouth sometimes, Donowitz.”

Stiglitz let Donny go, shoving him backwards as he did so. Donny fought for air, sucking it in deeply as he felt the blood rush back into his head. He felt Utivich reach out and put his hands on his back, but Donny shoved him away. “I’m alright Uti, back off and gimme some air.”

Donny looked back up and watched Stiglitz. He was lighting another cigarette with his last one. Man smoked like a chimney, fuck. Wicki turned and looked at Utivich. “What were you two doing out here?”

“Donny and I needed to talk.” Utivich said carefully.

Donny glared at Stiglitz, who continued to smoke his cigarette. “Come on, Uti. We don’t need a fucking interrogation.” Donny reached over and grabbed Utivich’s elbow, tugging slightly.

Wicki walked over to Utivich. “Hang on, Donowitz.” Wicki leaned over and whispered into Utivich’s ear. Utivich blushed at first, but then listened intently, nodding occasionally. Donny tried to step forward and hear what Wicki was saying, but Utivich waved him back. A moment later Wicki pulled back and clapped Utivich on the back. “Alright? And just ask me about anything.”

Utivich nodded, flashing Wicki a shy smile. “Thanks. Stiglitz.” Utivich nodded at Stiglitz, who nodded back.

Donny just glared at the both of them. “I’d say go fuck yourselves, but you would.”

Utivich sighed and put his hand on the small of Donny’s back. “Alright Donny, let’s go. Come on.”

After they were a few yards away from the wall, and he could hear that Wicki and Stiglitz had started talking to each other again, Donny turned to Utivich. “What did Wicki say to you?”

Utivich shrugged, kicking at a pinecone. “Just some advice.”

Donny raised his eyebrows and leered. “What kind of advice?”

Utivich rolled his eyes. “Okay, you know what kind of advice you’re thinking of? Well, the practical version of that.”

Donny squinted and thought about that for a moment. “Oh. That’s good.” Donny wrapped an arm around Utivich. “But you know, I’d nevah hurt you. I’d be careful.”

Utivich smiled up at Donny. “Yeah, well, I can look out for myself.”

Donny pulled Utivich in for a kiss. He would never admit it, but he had a feeling he was going to be grateful for whatever advice Wicki gave Utivich, real soon.

Want more? Sequel here.

CrackFic

2009-12-08T20:44:11Z

Hey guys.
Oh my gracious has RL been hectic. Nyrgk. Getting a PhD is hard...
But, enough whining. I come bearing crack!fic. I started out writing it semi-seriously, and it just....devolved from there.

Title: Uti's a Virgin
Pairing: Donny/Uti
Rating: PG-13/soft R
Summary: Uti's a virgin, Donny is drunk.
Warnings: Donny!accent to the extreme, crack-ness
A/N: yeah, it's crazy. just...eh. Whatever.

Donny took a swig from the flask that the Basterds were passing around the fire. It was a nice summer’s night in the French countryside. If it weren’t for the three-dozen Nazi’s they killed today, it could almost feel like they were on vacation. Actually, now that Donny thought about it, the kills made it feel like the perfect vacation. “Ah!” Donny smacked his lips, then passed the flask on to Utivich on his right.

“Alright! I got something!” Donny stood up, a little unsteadily. He felt Utivich grab the side of his leg, making sure he wasn’t about to tumble. Oh sure, Donny was drunk, but he wasn’t that drunk. He was just…relaxed. “Alright, alright, yous guys ready?” Donny held out his hands. “First time you fucked.”

Donny sat down heavily, proud of himself. A low murmur went through the Basterds. Donny hefted his bat and pointed it across the fire at Aldo. “Yous fuhst.”

Aldo put down the canister he was drinking from and stretched his neck. “Well, I suppose it was the winter of ’18, because all our boys had just come back home.” Aldo nodded as he remembered. “Yeah, that was it, because I convinced the girl I was a soldier back from the war.” Aldo leaned forward. “I tried to enlist, but they rejected me because I was too young. By the time I tried to enlist again, the damn war was over.” Aldo sat back again, satisfied with his justification. “Yeah, it was in the woods, in a bootleggers house, I reckon.”

Donny waved his hands. “What was her name? What’d she look like?”

Aldo grimaced. “Couldn’t tell you her name, Mary-Sue, Annie-Beth, something like that. Hay-colored hair, big…” Aldo paused as some of the Basterds leaned forward, “…blue eyes.” The boys laughed.

Donny smacked Utivich on the head, in place of smacking Aldo. Utivich just sat there and sighed. “Damn it, Aldo, was it any good?”

Aldo scratched his chin lazily. “Eh, as good as first times go. I was an excitable little shit, didn’t really take me too long. With practice comes skill.” Aldo nodded, obviously finished with his story.

Donny pointed his bat at Wicki, next around the circle. “Yous! So, are German girls weird?”

Wicki shook his head. He passed his drink over to Stiglitz on his right, who drank heavily from it. Fucking Stiglitz looked pissed off twenty-four seven. “It was a, uh…cow girl, the milk maid.” Donny nodded encouragingly. Wicki shrugged. “Pretty girl, had sex in the barn where she milked the cows. That’s all.”

Donny sighed. The Basterds were absolutely no fun. Here they were, stuck in the middle of bum-fuck France, and he was just looking for some titty tales. But did any of them give any gory details? No. Because they were all a bunch of fucking kill joys. Donny swung his bat over to Stiglitz.

Stiglitz glared across the circle at Donny, then nodded at Wicki. “Ebenfalls.” /Ditto./

Donny frowned. Were there that many milkmaids in Germany? Fuck, Stiglitz was no fun. Next up was Ulmer, sitting next to Donny. Donny poked Ulmer with his bat. “Alright, come on, give us an interesting story Ulmer.”

Ulmer blushed a little. “Actually, my first time was in a temple.” The boys let loose a chorus of “Oh!”s.

“Ulmer, you sick son of a bitch, didn’t think you had it in yous!” Donny leaned over and punched Ulmer in the arm.

Ulmer winced and rubbed his arm. “Well, it wasn’t exactly in the Temple. We had this Temple with rooms connected to it, you know, for poor kids or whatever. There was this girl in there I really liked, Hadassah. We were both 18 at that time.” Ulmer smiled fondly. Donny nudged him with the bat to continue. “Well, she was going to go on to college in another state. She was really smart. I was joining up to the army, dumb-ass that I was.” Ulmer smiled ruefully. “So, you know. We figured, us going our separate ways and all…” a shrug, “and she had a little room to herself in that house off the Temple. So…”

Donny stomped the ground and howled with laughter. “You dawg you! Ulmer, that’s the best story yet!” Donny grabbed the flask from Utivich and jumped up. He felt Utivich’s hand on his leg again. Smacking his lips, Donny raised the flask into the air. “A toast foah my buddy Ulmer. May JHVH always smile as fondly on youah endevahs.”

Donny drank heavily and dropped himself down. He sat there for a moment, until Utivich nudged him. “Oh, it’s my turn isn’t it! Well, lemme just set the stage foah yous guys. You see, I’ve always been the catch I am today…”

Donny felt Utivich nudge him with his foot. “Hm?” Donny stared down for a moment. Oh, he was probably rambling. He did that when he drank too much. “Basically, to cut to the chase, she was wicked hot. Had breasts like…” Donny held his hands out in front of him, mimicking an ample bosom. “And, uh, wicked pretty hair. Long, like, gorgeous hair. I loved her hair. Oh, and we had sex ovah behind a bah neah Yawkey Way.”

Utivich looked at him. “Bah?”

Donny blinked and nodded. “Yeah, a bah. You know…drink place.”

Utivich nodded, suddenly comprehending. “Oh, a bar. Okay.”

Donny shook his head. That’s what he had said. “Anyway, yeah, we fucked behind the bah like crazy. It was great. She had these really strong hands, gripped my ass like…”

Another nudge from Utivich. Fuck that kid, who did he think he was, the nudging…something? The guy that nudged him all the time? “What was her name?”

Donny smiled. “David.”

The entire campsite went quite for a moment. The silence was broken when Stiglitz laughed a deep, heavy laugh. Donny looked around. “Wait, what’s Stiggy laughing at? What?”

Utivich, blushing, leaned over to Donny. “Donny, you just said the girl you first had sex with was named David.”

Donny blinked. “Yeah that was his…oh, oh FUCK. No! No, heah name was…fuck, Uti, what’s a guhls name? Uh…Duh…Duh…Diane! Heah name was Diane! Fuck me. Fuck, Stiglitz, stop laughing oah I’m gonna get ovah theah and slit youah fucking, laughing throat!” Donny started to stand up, but Utivich was there, pushing him back to his seat.

Stiglitz was across the fire, laughing hysterically into his hands. Wicki had an arm around his back, trying to get him to shut up, in the interest of not pissing off a drunk and embarrassed Donny. “Fucking Stiglitz, the second I sobbah up and you fawll asleep, I’m gonna sneak into youah fucking bunk and…”

Stiglitz took his face out of his hands and looked at Donny. His German accent was heavier from the alcohol, but he still managed to get out: “And do what, fuck me?” Stiglitz erupted into laughter again.

Donny tried his best to escape from Utivich’s arms, but Utivich was pretty strong, and Donny was pretty drunk. He just ended up collapsing on the ground, struggling weakly toward Stiglitz. Utivich sat himself on top of Donny’s chest and sighed. “Wicki, could you?” Utivich nodded at Stiglitz.

Wicki rolled his eyes. “I’m trying, Knirps.” /Little Man/. Wicki leaned down and whispered something to Stiglitz. It apparently worked, because Stiglitz stopped laughing as hysterically.

Stiglitz shook his head. “Donny, wir beide haben etwas gemmeinsam.” /Donny, you and I have a shared interest./

Donny glared up at Wicki from underneath Utivich. “What he say? He stahting something?”

Wicki shook his head. “No, no, he just said that…it’s alright, he doesn’t mind.”

Donny narrowed his eyes. He couldn’t speak kraut, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t what Stiglitz said. Still, he had to take Wicki’s word for it.

“Alright Uti, stop sitting on me, lemme up. I’m not gonna kill Stiglitz.”

Utivich looked down at Donny and, apparently deciding he was telling the truth, stood up. Donny grabbed the arm Utivich extended to him, and hauled himself to his feet.

“Alright, whatevah. Like none of yous guys evah done anything like that aftah going too long without a pussy. Fuck yous all.”

Donny sat back down. Utivich sat down beside him, and the sight of his foot next to his own reminded Donny. “Oh, Uti! Youah turn. What was youah fuhst time?”

Utivich shifted uncomfortably next to Donny. In fact, Donny could swear that Utivich was sliding away slowly from him. Donny grabbed Utivich’s elbow. “Come on, Uti, now that I fucked up this whole thing, youah story can’t be much wahs than mine.”

Utivich looked down at the ground. “Yeah, at least you got a story,” he mumbled.

Donny’s eyes took a minute to focus, and his brain took even longer. “Got a story? So yous don’t gotta story? Whatchya mean, I mean, something hadda happen…” Donny was pretty sure he realized what Utivich meant a full thirty seconds after the rest of the Basterds. “Oh, fuck Uti! Yous nevah fucked a guhl?”

Utivich pressed his lips together irritably. “Donny, you’re really drunk. None of us can understand you through that accent. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Utivich wrapped his arm under Donny’s and hauled him to his feet. Donny looked down at Utivich’s head as he lead them away, over to Donny’s blanket and pack. Donny stumbled along, trying his best to be as light as possible. He was pretty sure it wasn’t working, judging by the grunts escaping from poor Utivich.

“Heah, drop me heah,” Donny motioned. Utivich let go, and Donny tumbled to the ground. “Ow, fuck me Uti! I didn’t mean foah yous to drop me! Just a figguah of speech!”

Utivich dropped down on his haunches next to Donny. “Donny, first of all, I didn’t drop you that hard. Second of all, if you weren’t so drunk, you’d be able to sit down on your own. Third of all, I really can’t understand what you’re saying at this point. It’s like your accent thickens three-fold when you’re drunk.”

Donny lay down on the ground, eyes blearily staring up at Utivich. “Wait, hang on Uti. You really nevah had sex with a guhl?”

Utivich sighed. Sitting down next to Donny, he rested his hand on Donny’s. “Nope. Never.”

Donny looked down at Utivich’s hand confusedly. “Wait, I said David, right?” Donny was trying to remember the fiasco earlier. Utivich nodded. “Okay, so then, yous evah had sex with a guy? ‘Cause that’s alright, I mean, ‘cause I done it. So that’s alright.”

Utivich shook his head. “No, Donny. I’ve never had sex with anyone. Not even a…”Utivich gestured with his hand, “a hand job. Nothing.”

Donny tried to think. The alcohol probably wasn’t helping his cognitive functions. Donny squinted. “Why? Didya, did no one wanna? Didya try?”

Utivich ran his left hand through his hair, right hand still firmly on top of Donny’s. “I guess I never wanted to with a girl, and I never had the courage for…” Utivich ducked his head, “for what you did.”

Donny blinked. He blinked again. A third time, and, “Oh. Oh! Oh.” Donny nodded sagely. “You wanna?”

Utivich sighed testily. “No, Donny. I don’t want your pity fuck. I’ll find someone myself, alright.”

Donny turned to Utivich eagerly. “No, no. It’s, it’s not pity. I mean, I nevah knew you’d be interested. I wanted to, like, back in trainin’. Really.” Donny tried to seem as sincere as possible, even though he was drunk. He thought he managed pretty decently. Donny grabbed Utivich’s other hand with his. “Really, I wanna. I think ‘bout yous, yous know, at night…”

Utivich’s eyes darted around furtively. “Really?”

Donny slid his hand onto Utivich’s thigh. “Really. I sweah.”

Donny leaned in and kissed Utivich. It probably wasn’t the best kiss Utivich ever had – his breath tasted like liquor, he knew, and it wasn’t too coordinated – but Donny couldn’t tell that from how eagerly Utivich responded. Utivich’s tongue immediately thrust itself into Donny’s mouth, and it was all Donny could do to keep Utivich from shoving him to the ground.

Donny growled. “Hang on, youah down, I’ma ontop of yous.” Donny pushed Utivich back and laid himself on top of him. Utivich moaned into Donny’s mouth, thrust his hips up eagerly. Donny scrambled to try and oblige Utivich, who was desperate. Had Donny been sober, he might have been able to handle the situation a little bit better. As it was, he just shoved his hand down Utivich’s pants, tongue worming its way into Utivich’s eager mouth.

One, two, three strokes and, “Ah, fuck, Donny…” Donny felt Utivich’s hips jerk and stickiness wash over his hand.

Donny pulled his hand out and looked down at a very satiated Utivich. “Ah, fuck kid, three tugs, that was fucking…” shit. Donny really needed to throw up, right now.

Donny stood up quick, took a few steps, then dropped down to the ground. He tried his best to not vomit on his clothes or shoes, and he thought he might have succeeded. Disoriented and feeling like shit, Donny crawled back over to his blankets. Utivich was lying there, already asleep.

“Fuck…” Donny wasn’t sure if he had an erection or not at this point, but it didn’t really matter. Collapsing onto his blankets, Donny fell asleep next to Utivich.

The next morning, Donny woke up feeling nauseas and pale. He tried sitting up, but decided against it after his stomach almost rebelled again. Utivich was sleeping next to him. Donny looked down and noticed Utivich’s pants were still unbuttoned: there was dry come on his pants, and possibly on Donny’s hand. Donny sighed. Not exactly the most romantic start, but then again, he had never really been a romantic.

Want more? Sequel here.

Rounding the Bases

2009-12-08T20:43:18Z

Total PWP fic, going off of the baseball bases metaphor for sex and junk. Basically I'm just totally procrastinating this ginormous fuck-ton of papers I need to write. Hope my procrastination produced something worth reading!

Title: Rounding the Bases
Synopsis: Donny tries to explain the "bases" to Uti. Uti doesn't get it, a "hands on" demonstration ensues.
Pairing: Donny/Uti
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash PWP, nothing kinky
A/N: My gracious is this un-beta'd. Usually I read over them once or twice, but since I actually really do need to write this paper on Hobbes and Locke, just yell at me about any typos and junk and I'll get to them at some point.
Can you tell I have baseball on the brain?

“No, no, that’s not how it works.”

Donny sighed and sat back. Donny and Utivich were sitting on their blankets, a little ways down from the fire. Most of the other Basterds were either asleep, falling asleep, or on watch. Donny had drawn a baseball diamond in the dirt with his finger. “Okay, look. This heah is home plate, that’s where you staht.”

Utivich pointed at home. “But wait, isn’t that sex?”

Donny rubbed his face in frustration. “Not yet. You gotta go around the othah bases first. Okay, so you staht heah, that’s nothing. Then you get to fuhst.” Donny pointed at first base.

Utivich nodded, brow furrowed. “And first base is kissing?”

Donny smiled. “Yeah, now yous got it.”

Utivich nodded. “So I’ve gotten to first base with all my relatives?”

Donny growled. “Damnit Uti, sometimes I think youah not even trying.”

Utivich stared down at the diamond in the dirt, then looked up at Donny. “Well, you know, I’ve always been more of a hands-on learner.” A wicked smile crossed Utivich’s lips.

It took Donny a moment, but then his face broke into a grin as well. “Oh, well, yeah, that works.”

Donny leapt forward and crushed his lips against Utivich’s. Utivich happily opened his mouth to Donny’s tongue, which invaded insistently. Donny pushed Utivich backwards so that he was laying on top, and greedily plundered Utivich’s mouth with his tongue. Utivich sucked on Donny’s tongue and moaned. Donny bit down on Utivich’s lower lip and pulled back. “Fuhst.”

Utivich nodded. “First. What’s that next base again?”

Donny grinned. He sat back, resting on Utivich’s hips. Fuck, he wanted to take his and Utivich’s pants off already, but he supposed, in the interest of education, he better take this one base at a time. He would have to save “stealing bases” for another lesson. Donny pulled Utivich’s shirt off, Utivich leaning forward to help out. He then pulled his own shirt off, and quickly leaned forward to kiss Utivich again.

The skin-on-skin contact with Utivich’s chest felt much better. Donny kissed Utivich deeply, sucking on his tongue. Then he pulled back and planted one light kiss on Utivich’s lips. Staring down for a moment, Donny smiled. Utivich’s eyes were closed, and his lips were slightly puckered, looking for another kiss. His lips were also red and wet, and his cheeks were flushed. Donny’s grin turn lopsided. He wasn’t sure what Utivich saw in him, but he was damn happy to accept it. “Alright, you wanna see second, huh?”

Donny bent back down and starting placing kisses along Utivich’s jaw line, licking and sucking his way down to his neck. While Utivich’s attention was focused on Donny’s lips, Donny slid his hand up to Utivich’s nipple. Pinching the pink nub, Donny grinned into Utivich’s neck as he gasped. Utivich craned his neck to look down at Donny. “Second?”

Donny nipped at Utivich’s collarbone. “Not by my standahds.” Utivich dropped his head back as Donny’s mouth and tongue reached his left nipple. As Donny’s hand tweaked and pinched at Utivich’s right nipple, his mouth went to work on the other. Slowly dragging his tongue across the rapidly hardening bud, Donny felt Utivich squirm beneath him. Donny sucked hard on the nipple, letting his teeth graze it slightly. Utivich twitched, and a moan escaped his lips.

Donny lifted his head up. “What’s that? Yous like some teeth?” Utivich tossed his head to the side. His mouth was open, and sweat was beading on his brow. Donny took that as an affirmative. Donny moved his mouth over to the right nipple, pinching the wet left nipple now. Taking the bud in between his teeth, Donny mumbled around it, “second.” Utivich nodded, eyes still closed.

Donny sucked on the nipple, lavishing it with tongue and teeth. Utivich’s hand was in his hair, twisting and knotting the normally neat locks. After a few minutes, Utivich tapped on Donny’s head. “Donny, come on. I’m a fast learner, I got second. What about third?”

Donny didn’t need to be asked twice. He was already achingly hard with anticipation, and he really was sick of this baseball metaphor by now. Not that he was sick of baseball or anything, but after a certain point, a good fuck was in order. Donny reached down and unbuckled Utivich’s pants, shoving them down to his ankles. A sigh escaped Utivich’s lips as his cock was freed. Donny took the swollen, leaking member into his hand, and stroked it firmly.

Contemplatively, Donny looked down at Utivich’s cock. Third base could technically be just a hand job, but it could also mean a blowjob. However, Donny didn’t think Utivich would mind if he ignored that bit of information. Besides, his cock was painfully hard at this point, rubbing against the rough material of his pants. He needed to get off soon.

Still stroking Utivich’s cock with his right hand, Donny reached up to Utivich’s mouth with his left. “Suck.”

Utivich obediently sucked on Donny’s fingers, coating them in his saliva. After a moment Donny extracted his fingers from Utivich’s mouth, and carefully positioned them in front of Utivich’s anus. “By the way, thuhd.” Donny said, grinning cockily up at Utivich.

Utivich grumbled. “Alright Donny, I got it. Just get on with it.”

Donny slipped his index finger into Utivich, thrusting it in and out carefully. As Donny felt Utivich’s muscles loosen around his finger, he slipped in another. Thrusting the two for a second, he then scissored them apart. Utivich groaned, “Ah, yeah, Donny…” Donny grinned. Utivich always liked that part. Slipping a third finger in, Donny thrust his fingers in a few more times and…”Ah, there! Donny, Donny just, come on…”

Utivich’s boots scrapped in the dirt behind Donny’s back. Donny smiled and withdrew his fingers. Scrambling, he undid his belt and dropped his pants, not bothering with his boots. His medals jangled as he moved. With his cock free, Donny spit into his hand and stroked the shaft a few times. Donny grabbed Utivich’s hips and pulled him forward. Positioning himself, Donny slowly thrust his cock into Utivich’s tight ass.

Utivich mumbled some things Donny couldn’t hear, probably because he was too busy focusing on his own pleasure by this point. Adjusting his position, Donny pulled his hips back and thrust forward again. A third, then fourth time of this, and Utivich started moving back against him. Soon, then fell into a rhythm, rutting into each other like animals in heat.

Taking a hand off Utivich’s hips, Donny grabbed Utivich’s cock and started to stroke it again. Precome had been leaking out of it for a while now, and within a few strokes the entire shaft was sliding through Donny’s rough hand. Utivich’s hands scrambled in the dirt for a moment, before they reached forward and grabbed at Donny’s thighs for leverage.

Donny panted, changing positions. He knew if he just thrust…there. “Ah, Donny, keep it there, perfect there…” Utivich trailed off into whimpering noises of pleasure. Fuck, those little noises coming out of Utivich’s throat went straight to Donny’s cock. Donny groaned, pistoning his hips more fiercely. His medals clanged against each other, and the sound of his hips slapping against Utivich’s ass filled the air.

Utivich leaned forward. “Donny…” he mumbled. Donny leaned in and kissed Utivich on the lips. Utivich clumsily bit down on Donny’s lip, and that was all it took. Donny’s entire body tensed as the pleasure hit him. With a groan and a “Fuck, Uti!” Donny came inside Utivich.

Panting and shaking his head, Donny looked down. His hand was still around Utivich’s erection. “Youah just determined to get a blowjob outta me, aren’tchya?” Donny mumbled. Donny wasn’t about to succumb to that, and apparently Utivich didn’t need him to. With a few more quick jerks of his wrist, Donny brought Utivich to climax. Warm seed spurted into his hand.

Donny extracted his softened cock from Utivich with a wet slurping noise. Wiping his hand on the ground, he quickly did up his pants, then helped Utivich with his own. Utivich reached a hand up and pulled Donny down into a kiss. “Home run, right?”

Donny laid down next to Utivich, drawing a blanket up over the two of them. He wrapped his arm around Utivich, already falling asleep. With his cheek pressing into the ground, he mumbled “Grand fucking slam, kid.”

Wry Sox? Wry don't you love me?

2009-12-08T20:42:13Z

*Sob sob sob* Wry? Wryyyy? Wry do the Sox INSIST on breaking my heaht every season?
I'm gonna go watch Fevah Pitch and cry into some ice cream.
I love you Donny! You understand!!!

Oh, and here's a relevant ficlet below.

Title: The Sox don't love me.
Pairing: Donny/Utivich
Rating: PG-13, just for language
Synopsis: Sox loose, Donny (and I) are sad
Disclaimer: don't own
A/N: did you know that back in the 40s, there were no league championship series, it just went straight to the world series? true.

Utivich heard an odd noise. Suspicious, he stood up from around the campfire and wandered off into the woods. It was a strange, sniffling noise. Like someone had a cold. Utivich rounded a tree, and saw Donny sitting there, clutching his bat and a radio to his chest.

“Donny?” As Utivich crouched down and faced Donny, he saw he was crying. “Holy shit, Donny, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Donny shook his head, tears streaming down his face, his chest heaving with sobs. “I…they…”

Utivich grabbed the sides of Donny’s face. “Donny, tell me what’s wrong!”

“They…Teddy…they lost the game. Didn’t even…couldn’t…make it to the…the Ser-…Ser-… Series.” Donny moaned and dropped his head down to his chest and cried. “Teddy…” he moaned into the radio, clutching it to his chest.

Utivich sat down next to Donny, not sure what to do. “Um, I’m sorry Donny. It’ll be okay.” Utivich patted Donny on the back.

Donny turned into Utivich and sobbed. Utivich felt Donny’s mouth moving against his shirt, voice muffled. “Yankees made it in. ‘Couahs the Yankees made it in. But weah gonna do it some day. Fuckin’ Babe, getting’ sold. Nevah been the same since.”

Utivich kissed the top of Donny’s head and rubbed his back. Screwing the bear jew came along with some really weird baggage.

Another Kink Meme Filled!

2009-12-08T20:41:20Z

This was meant to be a victory post, but the Sox are busy SUCKING right now, so I'm just gonna post this before I have a break down.

Filled another kink meme!
Prompt:
Can I get some Utivich/Donowitz, with Utivich making fun of Donny's ridiculous name, which then leads to manly wrasslin, which then leads to fooling around.
Whoever you want can top, I honestly have no preference.

Title: Don-Don
Pairing: Donny/Uti
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fair use!
A/N: I just realized with this fic that I almost always make Donny orgasm last. Hurm. What an interesting insight into my psyche...

“So, is your first name Donny?”

Donny straightened up from washing his bat in the river. Him and Utivich were cleaning up after a particularly blood battle, sharing a small piece of stolen soap between the two of them.

Donny glared at Utivich. “Yeah, what the fuck else would it be?”

Utivich scrubbed his arms and chest pensively. “But, your last name is Donowitz?”

Donny bent back down to scrub his bat. “Yeah, Utivich. What you getting at?”

Utivich handed the piece of soap over to Donny, who started scrubbing the blood off his arms and hands. “So, then your name is Donny Donowitz. Donny isn’t a nickname of your last name. Your first name is Donny, your last name is Donowitz.”

Donny paused his washing and tapped his bat in his hands menacingly. “You gonna staht something, smaht guy?”

Utivich held his hands up. “No, no. I’m just trying to get this straight.” Donny nodded and went back to washing. “Don-Don.”

Donny dropped the bat. “That’s it Uti, youah asking foah it.” Donny tackled Utivich. Both fell into the stream, mud and water flying everywhere.

“Ah, fuck Donny! I landed on some rocks!” Utivich shoved Donny backwards and landed on top of him, laughing. Utivich tried his best to lean his weight on Donny, keeping him pinned. Unfortunately for Utivich, he didn’t really have the weight to keep Donny down. Utivich scrambled for Donny’s wrists, but Donny wasn’t about to take that.

Donny cuffed Utivich and rolled him, grabbing his wrists in both hands. Donny dragged Utivich’s wrists above his head and sat his weight on Utivich’s stomach. When Donny did it, it was much more effective than when Utivich did. Utivich grunted, struggling to breath with Donny’s weight on him. Donny grinned. “Watchya gonna do little man? Looks like ‘Don-Don’ got the uppah hand.”

After a moment’s pause, Utivich got a sly look on his face. Donny’s eyes narrowed, but before he could open his mouth and say something, Utivich’s hips bucked up and made contact with Donny’s. “Fuck!” Donny bit down on his lips as a shock went through his cock from the contact with Utivich’s.

“What’s wrong Don-Don?” Utivich asked. Donny glared at Utivich. “Oh you wise guy. You think you gonna win that way?”

Utivich ground his hips into Donny’s. “Looks like I already am.”

Donny cursed his always-ready cock. Damn his virile manhood. Still, he knew he could still come out of this situation on top. On top…Donny grinned. “Youah sure are a clevah kid, Uti.” Donny leaned forward, getting close to Utivich. Utivich’s eyes grew wide. “You know, you suah are getting me turned on right now…”

Utivich squirmed beneath Donny, trying to get his wrists out of Donny’s hands. Stopping, Utivich looked Donny straight in the eyes, a wicked grin on his face. “Well, you going to do something about it?”

With no further hesitation, Donny slammed his lips into Utivich’s. Utivich responded eagerly, kissing and sucking at Donny’s tongue and bottom lip. Their wet chests slid against each other, as Donny ground his hips into Utivich’s. Fuck, but that kid could make him hard faster than a teenage boy in a burlesque show. Utivich moaned into Donny’s mouth, and Donny decided he was past the point of struggling. Releasing Utivich’s wrists, Donny’s hands slid down Utivich’s chest.

“You want this, Uti?” Donny teased. Utivich nodded breathlessly. Donny’s hands reached Utivich’s nipples and pinched them. Utivich groaned, turning his head to the side. Donny bent down and sucked at one nipple, pinching the other as he did. He could hear Utivich’s breath coming in fast little gasps, as he sucked the nipple and worked it with his teeth. With one last kiss, Donny lifted his head back up.

“Sorry Uti, I didn’t get that. Watchya want?”

Utivich groaned. “Damn it Donny. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”

Donny nodded, satisfied. “Yeah, that sounds good to me.”

Donny flipped Utivich, who responded eagerly. Utivich’s hands and knees squelched into the muddy riverbank, his ass in the air. Wasting no time, Donny slid one, then two fingers into Utivich’s ass. Utivich’s head hung low, back rising and falling with his quick breaths. Concentrating, Donny twisted a finger, and…”Ah, Donny!” Donny nodded. That was the response he was looking for.

Donny grabbed the almost-forgotten soap and slicked himself up. Grinning, he leaned over, so that his mouth was next to Utivich’s ear. His hard cock pressed at Utivich’s ass, but he didn’t enter yet. “Uti, remind me. Whatchya think of my name again?”

Utivich slammed a fist into the ground. “It’s, it’s great. Now, just fuck me, damn it!”

Donny considered, briefly, teasing Utivich some more. However, that would mean holding off on his own need, and Donny tended not to be the kind to delay gratification if it could be helped. With a swift thrust, Donny buried himself in Utivich.

A strangled whine escaped Utivich’s throat. Donny paused for a moment, allowing both Utivich and himself to adjust. As many times as he had fucked Utivich’s ass, he was always amazed by how tight it was. “Ah, Uti, fuck. Youah so much bettah than fucking a girl…”

Utivich moved his hips backwards. “Then stop treating me like one and fuck me, Donny.”

Donny didn’t need to be told twice. Pulling back, Donny then thrust his hips forward. Utivich’s groans spurred Donny forward, and soon the air was full with the sounds of wet skin sliding and slapping against each other. Donny gripped Utivich’s hips with his left hand, and reached his right hand around to jerk Utivich off. Utivich’s cock was already slick with water and precome, and Donny’s hand slipped easily back and forth, from base to slit.

Donny angled his thrusts until he hit Utivich’s prostate, and Utivich moaned louder beneath him. “Ah, Donny…so good…right…keep…”

Donny slapped the side of Utivich’s ass with his left hand. “Feels good, don’t it?”

Utivich’s head nodded frantically. “So good, Donny…”

Donny’s hips moved more rapidly and forcefully with the sound of Utivich’s whines and groans. Hearing Utivich’s noises during sex was Donny’s biggest turn on. The little moans and whimpers and keening noises that barely escaped from his throat, because of the things Donny was doing to him, was probably the hottest fucking thing Donny had ever heard.

Donny sped up the strokes of his hand as his hips increased their pace. He could feel Utivich getting close: his thighs were shaking, his ass clenching. With one final groan, Utivich came into Donny’s hand. Utivich’s elbows gave out, but Donny grabbed Utivich’s hips with both hands now, and kept his ass angled in the air. Donny kept thrusting, hips jerking more and more out of sync. He could feel Utivich shaking beneath him, waves of pleasure still coursing through him even after his orgasm. Donny saw Utivich’s head turn to the side, cheek pressed into the riverbank. Donny stared down at Utivich’s flushed cheeks, soaking hair, and pink lips as he thrust. Utivich's lips moved weakly. “Donny…need you…” Donny groaned and thrust his hips forward one final time, before his orgasm hit him. Digging his fingernails into Utivich’s hips, Donny emptied himself into Utivich.

Donny waited a few seconds, breathing hard. As his heart rate slowed, Donny extracted his fingernails from Utivich’s hips, and his cock from his ass. Donny examined the marks he left on Utivich’s hips, and bent down to kiss and lick them. “Sorry about that.” He murmured into Utivich’s skin.

Utivich laughed. “Nothing to be sorry for.”

Donny smiled and straightened, staring down at the well-fucked Utivich. His hands and knees were covered in mud; his hair was soaked and stuck to his face. Donny held down a hand, and Utivich grabbed onto it. “Now we gotta get you washed again…” Donny mumbled, fumbling around for the piece of soap.

Utivich laughed at Donny’s rare display of almost maternal affection. As Donny rinsed off Utivich, he smiled. “So, you gonna make fun of my name again?”

Utivich appeared to consider this carefully. “Well, if that’s the result every time? Yeah, every day.”

Donny cuffed Utivich lightly across the head, then leaned in and kissed him. Donny mumbled into Utivich’s lips, “Fine, just not in front of the othah Basterds.”

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Kink Meme Filled! Donny watches

2009-12-08T20:40:03Z

Filled another kink meme!!

Donny likes to watch Utivich. Utivich is oblivious. When winter comes and the basterds have to bunk up in pairs, Donny really, really wishes it was with someone else. Even bloody Stigliz would be better.
(Bonus: Aldo is highly amused.)

Title: Watching out in the Cold? (I suck at titles)
Pairing: Donny/Utivich
Rating: R
Warnings: eh, boys jerking off. so that.
A/N: I swear, eventually, I will totally write something other than PWP. I'm just getting my fic-writing legs back after a long absence from it. Like, since freshie year of college (dang it's been a while...). Also, I repeat: I am totally incapable of writing short fics. Anyways, hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: fair use!

From day one of the Basterds, Donny made it his mission to watch over Utivich. It started perfectly normally: Donny picked Utivich out as the one who was in need of the most watching over. His blue eyes were too wide and sweet, and he spoke like he was smart. Having a smart guy on the team was always a good thing, but being the smart guy wasn’t. Donny knew this, not from years of warfare, but from growing up in Southie. Smart kids either got the shit beaten out of them on a regular basis, or they learned how to not look smart real quick. Utivich obviously fell into the former category.

During training, Donny would watch Utivich go through drills, run up walls, shoot at targets. Utivich did fine, but Donny waited. One day, someone, whether it was a Basterd or a Nazi, was going to get it in their heads to mess with the kid. But on that day, Donny would be watching, and there.

The day of their first real skirmish, Donny tried his best to watch Utivich, while still taking care of his own Nazi-killing. Utivich did just fine, gunning down three soldiers himself. Donny was downright proud of the kid. He even went over and ruffled his hair, as Utivich was carefully scalping one of his kills. Utivich looked up at Donny and grinned as he pulled the scalp away with a wet tear.

It was that smile that shifted something inside Donny. Utivich could take care of himself, Donny knew that now. But still, he kept his eye on him. Donny told himself that it was still just to watch out for the kid, make sure no one hurt him – Nazi or friendly – but Donny knew, if he really thought about it, that wasn’t the reason. However, Donny did his best never to really think about anything, so it was easy to put out of his mind.

After a few months of watching, Donny had every single part of Utivich memorized: how much stubble the boy could grow in a day, the placement of every mole, what his hair looked like in the morning, at noon, and while he slept (all very specific stages of Utivich’s hair), where his uniform was ripped or stained or repaired. Donny could also tell when Utivich was upset, tired, or angry, just from his posture.

On this particular fall day, Utivich had a scrape on the back of his hand, a new hole in the leg of his pants, just behind the knee, and his hair was at the “post-lunch second calmest part of the day except mid-morning” stage. Aldo was at the front of the procession, with Utivich in the middle but closer to the end, and Donny bringing up the rear. Donny could tell that Utivich was also hungry, despite the rations they got for lunch, and…something else. Donny couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but there was sort of an inward draw to Utivich’s body, that he wasn’t used to seeing.

Donny spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what was off about Utivich. That night around the fire, Utivich sat closer to it than the other guys, repeatedly sticking his hands out for a moment, then drawing them into his chest. Donny jumped up. “Youah cold!”

The Basterds all turned to look at Donny, including Utivich. Donny looked around. “The, the weathah. It’s, it’s getting cold out. We should staht worrying about, uh, wintah sleeping arrangements. You know, bunking togethah. Pair up.”

Donny looked over at Aldo, who was chewing slowly and staring at Donny. After a moment he nodded. “Alright then Donny, seems to me like the weather is getting to that point. Ya’ll can start pairing up.”

Donny smiled and sat down. Then he immediately jumped back up, when he realized Utivich was walking over to him. Shit. He didn’t mean for Utivich to pair up with him, just with someone, to keep him warm. Donny looked around frantically for someone, anyone else to bunk with. He grabbed the nearest Basterd. “Hey, Stiglitz, you wanna we should be bunkmates?”

Before Stiglitz could exhale the smoke from his cigarette and talk, a severely pissed-off looking Wicki stepped between them. “Leck mich am Arsch,” Wicki growled, taking Stiglitz by the arm and leading him away. Stiglitz grinned toothily at Wicki as they walked away.

“Fuck me,” Donny threw his hands up and turned around.

“Hey.” Donny blinked as he came face to face with Utivich.

“Oh, hey kid.” Donny ruffled Utivich’s hair. “So how ‘bout them Sox?”

Utivich stared blankly at Donny. Alright, so it wasn’t his best conversation-changer ever. “I don’t know Donny, we’ve been in France without radio contact for four months.”

Donny stared over at Aldo, who didn’t seem to have a bunkmate yet. “Yeah, well, it’s the off-season anyway.”

Utivich frowned. “Then why did you even…”

“Hey, Aldo!” Donny jogged over to Aldo, leaving behind a confused Utivich. “You need a bunkmate?”

Aldo spit on the ground. “Now, son, I’ve spent quite a few of my winters alone in the mountains. I think you best go and bunk with that forlorn looking kid over there.” Aldo nodded over at Utivich, who indeed looked like a confused, kicked puppy. “Ain’t he the reason for this concern anyways?”

Donny glared at Aldo. “Aldo, you can be a real fuckin’ prick sometimes.”

Aldo laughed and stood up. “I’m just makin’ sure my boys are enjoying themselves out here. And I best think you might wanna go over there and do just that.”

Aldo turned around and wandered off, presumably to make up his own bunk. “Fuck…” Donny groaned. Kicking the ground a few times, he wandered back over to Utivich. “Alright shrimp. I was trying to get myself some body heat, but I guess I’m gonna hafta deal with yous.”

Utivich grinned. “Shut up Donny, you’ve got heat to spare. I’m surprised you don’t die of heat stroke during the summer, with that fur coat you’ve got on.”

Donny smacked Utivich on the back of his head. “Hey, we gotta wise guy? Youah the one who don’t have enough meat on his bones to stay wahm. Come on,” Donny nodded his head over to the left, “let’s get set up.”

Donny walked ahead of Utivich, cursing in his head. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? He guessed it was a good thing, that he could keep the kid warm. Utivich had probably been freezing all day, and now Donny had the opportunity to keep him warm. This was really a good thing: this was something he could do for Utivich, instead of just keeping an eye on him. That didn’t change the fact that Donny was pissed off at this whole situation. No way in hell was he going to get to sleep tonight…

Donny and Utivich picked up their packs and found a relatively level patch of earth to spread out on. Donny picked up the few rocks that were on the ground. As Utivich spread out their blankets, Donny tossed the rocks into the air one-by-one and swung at them with his bat. Each of them made a satisfying cracking noise on his bat.

Donny watched the last rock sail away, bat sitting lazily on his shoulder. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around. “Hey, bed’s set up.”

Donny dropped the barrel of his bat to the ground and leaned on it. “Alright, I’ll be there in a bit. I’m gonna go take a leak.” Utivich nodded and lay down, wrapping the blankets around him.

Donny dragged his bet on the ground as he wandered off. He didn’t really need to piss; he was just trying to put off slipping into bed with Utivich. Maybe if he stalled long enough, Utivich would be asleep by the time he laid down.

Donny found a tree a ways out and leaned his bat against it. Unzipping, Donny relieved himself. When he was finished, Donny picked up the bat and looked around. Wasn’t like he could stall much longer. He walked as slowly as possible back to Utivich.

When he got there, Donny tried his best to slip under the blankets quietly. He set his bat down on the ground next to him, within arms reach. He slipped off his suspenders, letting them dangle from his waistband. Donny laid down with his back to Utivich’s, trying somehow to give off enough heat to warm Utivich, while at the same time not actually touching him. Donny sighed and closed his eyes.

A second later Donny’s eyes snapped open when Utivich rolled over and threw an arm over him. He immediately tensed up. Utivich was pressing into his back, his cheek against his shoulder. “You’re warm.” Donny sighed. There was no way he was getting around this: he might as well perform his duty as a human furnance. That was it though: he was just a warm water bottle. Nothing else.

Donny turned over. “Alright Utivich, turn ovah.”

Utivich obediently rolled around, so that now Utivich’s back was pressed against Donny’s stomach. Donny wrapped an arm around Utivich and tucked his legs up. He sighed into the top of Utivich’s hair. “Youah a real pain in my ass, you know that, Uti?”

Donny could feel Utivich twitch beneath him. “Why? What’d I do?”

Donny breathed out, feeling Utivich’s hair move against his lips. His hand slipped down to Utivich’s stomach. He stroked his fingers there pensively. “Eh, foahgettaboutit.” Donny continued to stroke his fingers absentmindedly on Utivich’s stomach. Donny felt Utivich shiver against him.

“You still cold?” Donny tried to shove himself closer to Utivich: as if they could be any closer than they already were. He felt Utivich’s head shake ‘no’ beneath his chin. “You alright?” An affirmative nod.

Donny let his hand slide lower on Utivich’s stomach, still stroking slowly. Donny heard a small whimper from Utivich. “Uti?” Donny stopped stroking and lifted his head up, trying to see Utivich’s expression.

“Don’t…don’t…”

Donny stopped and pulled his hand away from Utivich’s stomach. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

Utivich shook his head and turned his head back. “No, don’t stop.”

After getting over his initial shock, Donny smiled into Utivich’s hair. “Well, if it’ll keep yous wahm.” Donny placed his hand back on Utivich’s stomach, reaching for the hem of his shirt. Donny pulled it up and stroked the smooth skin underneath. Slowly he followed his way down the trail of hair to Utivich’s buttons. Utivich, eager little bastard that he was, scrambled to undo his buttons for Donny.

With buttons undone, Donny wasted no time pulling out Utivich’s cock and stroking it firmly. Utivich keened and squirmed beneath him. “Ah, Donny…”

Donny pulled his hand away and held it up to Utivich’s mouth. “Shut up and lick.” Utivich grabbed Donny’s wrist and eagerly lavished his palm with his tongue, sucking on each finger in turn. It was enough to get Donny hard, though he was trying his best to not focus on that now.

With his hand good and wet, Donny dropped it back down to Utivichs cock. He stroked it firmly a few times, then ran his thumb along the slit. Utivich squirmed. Donny kept stroking, and adjusted himself so his rapidly hardening cock was firmly pressed up against Utivich’s ass. Donny’s hips began to move in time with his wrist. Fuck, he was hard, and this was frustrating. Still, he did promise himself that he would watch over this kid, and jerking him off was really the least he could do.

Donny stroked his thumb up the underside of Utivich’s cock, firmly tracing the vein there. Utivich thrust into Donny’s hand, then pressed his ass against Donny’s cock. Damnit, fucking frustrating…

Donny must have made a noise, or Utivich must have just figured it out on his own, because Utivich squirmed. “Wait…wait…” Utivich batted Donny’s hand away and rolled himself over to face him. In the dim light, Donny could see Utivich’s dilated eyes and flushed cheeks. His hair was tousled and sweaty. It was pretty much the sexiest fucking thing Donny had ever seen.

“Here, let me…” Utivich’s hands scrambled and fumbled at Donny’s button fly.

Donny tried to stop him. “No, don’t worry about it. Heah, I got you…” Donny batted Utivich’s hands away and tugged at his cock again.

Utivich shook his head. “I want to.”

Donny kept stroking Utivich’s cock, but let Utivich’s hands roam where they would. As Utivich pulled Donny’s cock out, and gave it a few quick strokes, Donny sighed. “Damnit, Uti. Fuck.” Utivich smeared his and Donny’s precome down Donny’s shaft, and Donny groaned at the firm strokes. The two fell into a rhythm, thrusting hips into each other as fisted knuckles scrapped against each other. Donny pressed his forehead against Utivich’s. They breathed into each other’s open mouths, warm breath mixing in the cold night air.

A few more firm tugs and Donny felt Utivich tense up under him. Next thing he knew, warm wetness was splattering through his fingers, onto the blankets and even his own cock. Utivich went limp, and his hand stopped moving on Donny’s cock. Donny grunted and batted his hand away, replacing it with his own. Donny stroked himself to completion as Utivich breathed hard onto his face. As Donny stroked and grunted, Utivich seemed to recover from his orgasm and come to his senses. He wrapped a hand around Donny’s, to help him stroke himself. He then leaned forward and kissed Donny firmly on the mouth.

That little bit of extra contact sent a shock through Donny, and his orgasm exploded out of him, surprising him. “Ah, fuck, ah…” Donny breathed hard as his spasms subsided. Donny waited for his heart to stop trying to beat its way out of his chest.

Donny wiped his hand under the blankets, then wrapped his arm around Utivich. He pulled him close, sighing into his hair. “You wahm?” He muttered into Utivich’s ear.

He felt Utivich laughing beneath him. “Toasty.”

Donny kissed Utivich’s head, hair sticking to his lips. “I guess we’re bunking togethah all wintah?”

Utivich shifted closer beneath him and sighed. “Well, you know. For warmth.”

Donny prayed for a long winter.

Let's Go Red Sox!

2009-12-08T20:39:12Z

Edit: I hate the sox! I hate them so much! *runs and cries into a Yastrzemski t-shirt*
So this is just a random baseball fic, nothing special. Donny/Uti in a relationship, but no real action between the two of them. Just baseball. ^.^

Parings: Donny/Utivich, implied Wicki/Stiglitz (because they are my go-to background characters ^.^)
Rating: PG-13, but only for language
Warnings: Sox nerdom
Synopsis: Utivich knows nothing about baseball, and Donny feels the need to explain it to him on April 20th (see, told you sox nerdiness going on here)
A/N: Donny has the same high standards I do for fucking someone: you need to have played a game of baseball at some point in your life. You gotta keep your standards high.
Un-beta'd, per usual. Point out any mistakes!

It had been a long, rough day. Two separate skirmishes: thirty-six more scalps for Aldo, and one injury on the side of the Basterds, in the form of a bullet in Ulmer’s arm. After Ulmer had been bandaged up and tended to, the boys made camp, trying to blow off some steam and calm down after the adrenaline-filled day.

Most days Donny would relax through use of Utivich; more specifically, the use of Utivich’s tongue, and mouth, and ass, and hands. However, today was a special day, according to Donny. “Today is April 20^th!” Donny proclaimed to Utivich, waving his arms around dramatically.

Utivich shrugged. “Sorry Donny, I can’t think of anything that happened today.”

Donny sighed and sat next to Utivich around the fire. “Alright, I’ll give you a hint. It was April 20^th, 1912.”

Utivich squinted at the fire and thought. “Didn’t the Titanic sink then?”

Donny swore. “Fuck, damnit Utivich. No, that happened on the 14^th, Smitty. Come on, don’t you know youah dates?”

Utivich rubbed the back of his neck. “Personally Donny, I’m pretty amazed you know the exact date the Titanic sank.”

Donny smacked the back of Utivich’s head. “Eh, shut up you face. I know because it happened so close to this particularly significant event.”

Wicki wandered by at that point, munching on some nuts. “I guess something with the baseball.”

Donny raised his hands up in gratitude. “Now you’re thinking! Thank you Wicki!”

Wicki nodded, and kept walking to sit over with Stiglitz. Those two were always muttering something in that ugly-ass kraut language. Donny turned his attention back to Utivich. “Alright, so as the kind Wicki guessed, it has something to do with baseball. Can you guess which team?”

Utivich blushed. He probably should have guessed that, but now that he knew where this was going, “The Sox, right?”

“Hells bells yeah, the Sox. Alright, since you’ve been such a good sport, I’ll tell you. Today is the day that Fenway Pahk opened up. And the Sox won, 7-6.”

Utivich frowned. “That’s not a lot of points.”

Donny grimaced. It was embarrassing to hear someone talk about baseball so ignorantly. “Fuck Smitty, damn. No, it’s a normal amount, and it’s ‘runs’, not ‘points’.” Donny blinked in sudden realization. “Holy fuck!” Donny jumped up and stared down at Utivich. “Have you evah played baseball?”

Utivich shook his head. “No, I mean, don’t you need a field?”

Donny nearly lost his shit. How could someone have never played baseball? That’s pretty much all Donny did as a kid: come home from school, round up the guys, and play stick ball in the street until it grew dark, or one of them smashed a window or something. Donny paced, Utivich looking on worriedly. “We gotta fix this Uti, no way am I fucking you again until you’ve played a honest-to-God game of baseball. “

Utivich blushed and ducked his head down, looking around. “Damnit Donny, keep your voice down.”

Donny wasn’t even paying attention. “Heah, get ovah heah. We’re gonna have batting practice.” Donny grabbed Utivich’s arm and hauled him up. “Heah, pick up some rocks and pinecones or whatevah.” Donny grabbed his bat up off the ground and started stalking around, looking for something he could use for baseballs.

After a few minutes of scouring, Donny and Utivich had a pile of pinecones and rocks. “Alright, so, I’m gonna show yous how it’s done. Watch.” Donny tossed a pinecone in the air, gripped his bat and swung. The light pinecone didn’t make too satisfying a sound, more like a soft tap, but it flew forward a few yards. Donny looked over at Utivich. “Okay? It’s that easy. So heah, I’ll toss some pinecones at you, and you swing.”

Donny handed his bat over to Utivich, who held it gingerly. “Where, um, how do I stand?”

Donny sighed in frustration. “Okay, youah a lefty, right?” Utivich nodded. “Heah, lemme show you.” Donny stalked over to Utivich and stood behind him. “Alright, youah right shoulder is going to be facing me,” Donny gripped Utivich’s shoulders and turned him so he was facing the right direction. “Alright, now grip the bat in both hands,” Donny wrapped his arms around Utivich and placed his hands over his. “Theah. Now put the bat ovah youah shoulder, back elbow up.”

Donny adjusted Utivich, then stepped back to observe his handiwork. “Your stance is too narrow, widen it up,” Donny stepped forward and nudged Utivich’s feet apart with his feet. “There.”

Donny walked around Utivich and picked up a pinecone. “Alright, now I’m just gonna lob this atchya, so just swing the bat and try to hit it.” Donny tossed the pinecone softly underhand at Utivich. Utivich swung the bat down, completely missing the pinecone and hitting the ground. “What the fuck you doing, Smitty? Trying to chop wood? Fuck, okay.”

Donny trudged back over. He pressed his back to Utivich’s and wrapped his arms around, gripping the bat with Utivich. “Okay, look. You have the bat on youah shouldah, and then you swing straight, maybe with a little bit of an upswing.” Donny swung the bat with Utivich, leading him through the motion a few times.

“Okay, so just do that.” Donny stepped away and watched Utivich swing a few times. “Alright, lemme pitch one to you.” Donny lobbed another pinecone at Utivich. Utivich swung clumsily, but connected with the pinecone. Donny was all smiles. “Theah you go! C’mere.” Donny jogged over and captured Utivich in a kiss. “A bit more practice, and the Basterds’ll be ready to staht up a regulah team.”

Utivich smiled and shook his head. “I want to see you hit.”

Donny laughed. “Aw come on Uti, you see my swing all the time. How do you think I got so good a smashing kraut heads?”

Utivich handed Donny the bat and picked up a rock. “Come on Donny, I want to pitch.”

Donny laughed. “Alright, but the only time you get to pitch,” Donny nudged Utivich and leered, “is in this situation.”

Utivich rolled his eyes. “Sure Donny. Like you don’t love it when I fuck you senseless.”

Donny walked over to his improvised batter’s box and pointed his bat at Utivich. “Hey, you watch youah mouth, or I’m gonna hafta beam one of these rocks straight through that smaht little skull of youahs.”

Utivich smiled. “You ready?”

Donny stuck out his arms, somehow managing to swagger without walking. “You joshing? I’m a natural at this. Just toss it ovah heah, and I’ll hit it straight outta the pahk.” Donny started laughing. “Wait, wait, watch this.”

Donny backed up from the batter’s box, then walked into it, swaggering. He looked around at the pretend stadium, then pointed his bat out to left field. He cracked himself up sometimes. He started laughing, then looked at Utivich. “Aw fuck Smitty, you don’t know what I’m doing, do you?”

Utivich shrugged. “Can I just pitch the ball Donny?”

Donny shook his head. “Alright, you pitch, but from now on, youah education every day on march is gonna be about baseball.” Donny hefted his bat off his shoulder, waggling it in little circles. Utivich’s expression was deadly serious as he considered his throw.

In a fluid motion, Utivich wound up and threw the pitch. Crack. Donny made perfect contact (of course), and the rock sailed out over Utivich’s head. They both turned to watch it. A few seconds later, the two heard a loud “Verdammen!”

“Oh shit, Donny. I think you just cracked Stiglitz on the head.”

Donny stood stock-still for a moment, then took off running. He looked over his shoulder once. “Damnit Utivich, this is youah first lesson in baseball: you always run the second you smack something!”

Utivich looked back toward Stiglitz and laughed, turning to chase down Donny.
**********

Wicki was carefully pouring some whiskey onto the shallow cut on Stiglitz’s head. /Those fucking Americans./

Wicki nodded. After a quick examination of the cut, Wicki took a bandage and carefully taped it over the cut. /There, that should take care of it./

Stiglitz pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The initial crackling and he sucked hard on it seemed to calm him. /One day I’m going to crack Donowitz upside the head with his own bat./

Wicki shrugged. /At least if they’re playing baseball together, they’re not fucking in front of us./

Stiglitz took a long drag on his cigarette before answering. /Make sure we mention baseball to Donowitz every night./

Hungry Sequel: Full

2009-12-08T20:38:24Z

Snork snork. I suck at titles, so I'm just going with something stupid Donny would say.
This is technically a sequel to Hungry, but it can be read as a stand alone.

Title: Full
Pairing: Utivich/Donny (in that order!), implied Wicki/Stiglitz
Summary: Donny hurts himself bashing heads, Utivich gives him a massage. Yeah. PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: eh, NC-17 slash. they kill someone, but nothing kinky.
Disclaimer: Don't own rawr
A/N: i did an awesome proof today in class, so this was my victory write. this is also totally my love letter to all you lovely people in this comm. So here you guys go: top Uti.
un-beta'd, so go ahead and lemme know if there's some mistakes and junk.
also, if anyone asks, i have totally had a muscle do this to me before. no lies.

“Ya’ll understand what we’re asking you, right?”

“Verstehen Sie, was wir Sie fragen?” Aldo chewed slowly on chew tobacco as he watched Wicki translate.

The young, blonde German spit on the ground. “Fick deine Mutter!”

Wicki turned back to Aldo. “He says ‘fuck your mother’.”

Aldo and the Basterds scattered around the clearing laughed. Aldo walked over to the German and patted him on the cheek. “Alright boy. Your decision.” Aldo whistled.

Finally, Donny thought. He’d been sitting behind a ridge for a while now, and his legs were cramping up. Fucking kraut, pain in his ass. Donny stretched, stood up, and stretched again. He snapped his neck back and forth, cracking it loudly. Donny stepped out from behind the ridge, dragging his bat with him. He tried his best to look intimidating: puffed his chest up, straightened his back so he looked as tall as possible.

Donny reached the German and cocked his head. Aldo put a hand on his shoulder and leaned forward. “Now, son, are you going to tell us what we want to know? Or are you going to let this nice young man crack your skull open like eggs on a skillet?”

Wicki sighed and translated. “Er wird Sie töten. Antworten Sie?”

“Meine Landsmänner werden sie allen töten!”

Wicki just turned to Aldo and shrugged. Aldo nodded, patting Donny on his shoulder and removing his hand. “Alright son. Go ahead.”

Aldo and Wicki backed up. Donny gripped his bat, twisting his hands tightly around the handle. Momentarily Donny’s eyes flicked over to Utivich’s and he cracked a smile. Utivich nodded back seriously. Donny looked back down at the German, and lined his bat up with the German’s temple. Carefully Donny positioned his feet, steadied himself, and swung.

The feel of skull crushing, cracking, and collapsing traveled up through his bat and into his hands. Normally Donny would savor this feeling, but today, “FUCK.”

The bat dropped from Donny’s hands and hit the ground at almost the exact same time that the still-alive German did. Donny’s back wrenched, a sharp pain traveling through Donny’s back, near-paralyzing him. Donny fell to the ground, with the bat and the almost-dead German.

Donny heard Utivich’s footsteps. One, two, three, the cocking of a gun. Step four, aiming. Step five, the crack of the gun into the German’s skull (or what was left of it). Step six, and Utivich was on the ground next to Donny, grabbing him. “Donny, Donny, what happened. Are you okay?”

Donny winced and grabbed his back. “Fuck! What the fuck, fucking hell, fuck, what, damnit!”

Donny opened his eyes and looked at Utivich. His big, blue eyes were full of worry, and his hands gripped at Donny. Donny calmed down for a second. “Fuck. Okay. Hang on, help me stand up. Heah, gimme my bat.” Donny gestured gingerly with one hand. Utivich turned around on his hunches, hands scrambling for the bat. He thrust it into Donny’s hands.

Donny took a deep breath. “Alright Uti, stop looking like the Sox just lost the series. Again. Help me up.” Utivich wrapped his arms around Donny and tried to pull him to his feet.

“Ah, FUCK.” Donny collapsed back onto the ground. “Fuck, hang on. Smitty, I’m sure youah not trying to reinjure me, but it suah as fucking hell feels like that’s what you’re doing.”

By now the other men had crowded around, mumbling concerns. Aldo took the lead. “Stiglitz, Wicki. Haul Sergeant Donowitz up and over to the campsite. Utivich,” Aldo just pointed his head in the direction of the campsite. Utivich nodded from the ground.

Donny looked at Utivich for a moment before Wicki and Stiglitz took hold of him. He tried to smile reassuringly, but that smile immediately fled as Wicki and Stiglitz hauled him up between them. “Ah fuck me! Fuckahs! You don’t think you could be any moah gentle, huh? You friggin krauts, you probably like seeing me in pain, huh? Fuck!”

Utivich leapt to his feet and followed the three-man procession, wringing his hands. Donny knew he was trying his best to say soothing things, but any words of consolation Donny drowned in a sea of curses. “Donny, hey, listen, you’re alright.”

“Fuck you I’m alright! Have you evah wrenched out youah back? Holy fucking hell Uti, I’m gonna beat the living shit out of you foah saying something that fucking stupid!” Every step Wicki and Stiglitz took sent another jolt of pain through his back. “Ah, fuck you, you fucking krauts! Walk a little softah, fuck!”

Utivich grabbed for Donny’s hand and leaned in. Donny did his best to ignore Wicki and Stiglitz exchanging amused looks over his and Utivich’s heads. “Donny, listen to me. You pulled a muscle, right?”

Donny grimaced. “What the fuck do you think happened?”

Utivich nodded. “Right. So, you know what that means?” Utivich spoke before Donny could come up with a smart-ass remark. “It means that I’m going to have to give you a massage to fix it.”

Donny’s eyes locked with Utivich’s, and he swallowed. “A massage?” He leered.

Utivich pressed his lips together. “A real massage, Donny.” Donny deflated a little. “But,” a smile crossed Utivich’s face, “we’ll see how quickly you can recover.”

Donny smiled broadly, though the expression was almost immediately replaced with a grimace. “Well if these fucking krauts would just put me down, insteada jarring my back even moah, we could get some fucking healing done!”

They had reached the campsite, and Wicki and Stiglitz exchanged a few brief words. “Sollen wir ihn fallen lassen?” /should we drop him?/

Wicki pursed his lips and thought. “Nein, der kleine Mann würde uns töten.” /no, the little man would kill us./

Stiglitz nodded. “Du machst keinen Spaß.” /you’re no fun/

“Hey, what the fuck are you…” Wicki and Stiglitz set Donny down, which immediately sent another shock of pain through his back and down his left leg. “Ah, fucking puss spewing hell!”

Utivich dropped down on the ground next to Donny, trying to get him comfortable. He looked up at the two German Basterds. “Thanks.” Stiglitz lit a cigarette, Wicki nodded.

After a moment, Donny looked up at them. “Hey, fuckahs. You mind? Utivich needs some peace and quite to do his healing stuff.”

Wicki and Stiglitz exchanged a look, but Wicki shrugged. “Komm schon, lassen wir sie. Du willst wirklich nicht dabei sein, wenn der Bärenjude Utivich fickt, oder.” /Come on, let’s leave them. You don’t really want to be around while the bear jew is fucking Utivich, do you?/

Stiglitz raised his eyebrows. “Nein.” The two walked away.

Donny turned his attention back to Utivich, who was still watching Wicki and Stiglitz walk away. “Alright, so, wheah’s that massage?”

Utivich looked and Donny and smiled softly. “Alright, let’s get your shirt off and turn you over.”

Donny laughed. “That’s usually what I say to you.”

Utivich faked anger. “I could just leave.”

Donny nodded. “Alright, alright. Get my shirt awff. Careful.”

Utivich managed to remove Donny’s suspenders and undershirt without too much cursing on Donny’s part.

“Alright, let’s get you turned over.”

Carefully Utivich wrapped his arms around Donny, and Donny tried his best to turn without moving any muscles. It was painful, but they managed. Once Donny was on his stomach he breathed a sigh of relief. “Ah, fuck. That feels bettah already.”

Donny closed his eyes and heard Utivich whistle above him. “Damn Donny. You have a whole muscle over by your sciatic that is wrenched out of place. It’s actually visibly wrenched.”

Donny kept his eyes closed and spoke into the ground. “Whatevah Uti, just fix it, will you?”

Donny felt Utivich’s hands on his back, just caressing him at first. After a moment, Utivich started kneading the problem area, above Donny’s left kidney. It really fucking hurt, but Donny just hissed in complaint. “Hang on, trust me. This’ll feel better soon.”

Donny laughed again. “Usually I’m the one saying that.”

Donny couldn’t see Utivich’s face, but he felt his hands jab more forcefully into the knot. “Fuck, Smitty, careful.” A few more kneads of Utivich’s knuckles, and some hissing on Donny’s part, and suddenly Donny felt a pop.

“Ah! Fuck!” Donny paused. The majority of the pain was gone. Now he was just left with some soreness, but it was a hell of a lot better than the stabbing pain that had been there just a few minutes earlier. “Holy shit. Utivich, you just fucking cured me. How the hell?”

Utivich laughed. “I told you it would feel better. I just got your muscle to relax and drop back into its normal place. It’s like popping a dislocated shoulder back in, kind of.”

Donny started to push himself up. “Wow Uti, youah incredible.” A firm hand on Donny’s back kept him on the ground.

“Hold up. Just because I fixed that problem doesn’t mean you don’t have other knots and problems. Just lie there for a bit. You wanted a massage, didn’t you?”

Donny smiled, and relaxed back onto the ground. “I don’t know Uti. You start getting awll hot on me, I don’t know if I’m gonna be up to fucking you into the dirt heah. Gotta give the back a few days to heal befoah that.”

Utivich’s hands were roaming Donny’s back, carefully kneading circles wherever they found a knot. Donny felt Utivich lean forward, his breath on his ear. “Well, you know, sex is a real good way to loosen up. But you’re right, I don’t think you’re up to fucking me right now.”

Something in the way Utivich said that made Donny suspicious. Deeply suspicious. Suspicious like the 1919 World Series. Still, Donny put it out of his mind, and laid back to enjoy the attention Utivich was lavishing on him.

The more knots and sore spots Utivich worked out of his back, the more Donny realized how unbelievably sexy this was. Utivich’s hands, bigger and stronger than would seem at first glance. He kneaded careful circles over Donny’s back, and every once in a while a hand would caress, instead of massage. Donny felt himself beginning to grow hard beneath Utivich’s strong hands.

Donny suspected Utivich was growing aroused too, because soon Utivich was placing kisses on Donny’s back, between rubbing. Donny groaned a little. “Fuck Uti, I thought we agreed I couldn’t fuck you.”

Donny felt Utivich’s lips press onto the nape of his neck. “Mmmhmm.” Wetness: Utivich was running his tongue back there. Donny shuddered. “We did agree. So just relax.”

Donny squirmed as he felt Utivich lick, suck, and kiss his way down his spine. As he got lower and lower, Donny grew more and more aroused. “Uti, what do you think youah…”

Donny could hear Utivich fumbling around behind him, but he couldn’t crane his neck to see what he was doing. Then Utivich’s mouth was back beside his ear. “Relaxed yet?”

Donny shifted, rubbing his hard cock into the ground. “Actually, I think youah sending me in the opposite direction from relaxed.”

Utivich laughed, then leaned forward and kissed him. Donny eagerly thrust his tongue into Utivich’s mouth. Utivich sucked on Donny’s tongue, and Donny moaned into his mouth. Utivich pressed a light kiss on Donny’s lips, then pulled away. Donny grumbled.

Utivich laughed and kissed Donny’s back, working his way down again. “Uti…youah making my back tense again…”

Utivich nipped at Donny’s skin. “Shut up Donny.”

Donny smiled, eyes still closed. He loved it when Utivich ordered him around. He would never tell him that, of course. He didn’t need Utivich getting any stupid ideas into his head, like…”Eh!”

Utivich was busy undoing Donny’s pants. “What? Isn’t this what you want?”

Donny grumbled. “It’s no fun if I don’t get to fuck you…”

Donny couldn’t see him, but Donny swore he could hear the raised eyebrow in his voice. “Really?” Utivich had managed to get Donny’s pants down around his knees by this point. Donny could feel one of Utivich’s hands slowly creeping around his side, worming its way closer and closer to his cock. Donny arched backwards, trying to give Utivich room to maneuver. Utivich leaned forward and Donny felt hot breath on his ear. “You want me to jerk you off?” Donny gasped and twitched as Utivich’s hand barely touched his throbbing shaft. “What was that?”

Donny grimaced. “Damn it Uti, youah taking advantage of an injured guy. Come on.”

Utivich’s hand was stroking Donny’s thigh, just centimeters away from his cock. “What do you mean taking advantage? I’m trying to help you relax. You just have to tell me what you want.”

Donny closed his hand into a fist and hit the ground in frustration. “I should just flip you and fuck you senseless right heah, you know that?”

Utivich was kneading Donny’s ass with one hand, while the other still teased at his thigh. “As the person who just fixed your back, I’m going to have to recommend against that. Now, what is it you want?”

Donny pounded his fist into the ground a few more times. “Fuck Uti, as soon as my back is better I am going to fuck you into a tree.” When Utivich just continued his taunting almost-ministrations, Donny huffed. “Jerk me off, you little fuck.”

Utivich must have figured that was the best Donny was going to give him, because the next thing Donny felt was Utivich’s hand pumping his cock slowly and firmly. “Ah! Fucking yes, fuck, Uti…” Donny’s hands scrambled at the dirt.

Donny felt Utivich pressing his fingers to his lips, and opened his eyes. “Suck,” commanded Utivich.

Donny wanted to protest, but Utivich shoved his fingers into Donny’s mouth before he could say anything. At this point, Donny was too far-gone to protest too much anyway. Eagerly, he sucked and licked Utivich’s fingers. Utivich pulled his fingers out, and Donny opened his eyes and tried to look back. “I thought we said I couldn’t fuck you?”

Utivich continued steadily stroking Donny. The next thing Donny felt was Utivich’s wet fingers sliding down his back, to the crack of his ass…Donny bucked. “Whoa! Fuck! Smitty, you fuckah! Get away from theah!” Donny felt his muscles twinge as he tried to turn around.

Utivich’s fingers stopped just outside Donny’s anus. He leaned forward and sucked on Donny’s ear. Donny tried his best not to moan, but then Utivich started pressing on his anus, making small, firm circles there with his slick fingers. “Ah…fuck…” Donny breathed hard, trying to focus. “Alright, alright. Fingahs. Fingahs only.”

Utivich moved his lips from Donny’s ear down to his neck. “There you go.” He mumbled into Donny’s skin. Donny immediately tensed as he felt a single finger slip in. Utivich mumbled soothing noises. “Shhh. Donny, relax. Remember how we talked about the prostate?” Utivich took his hand away from Donny’s cock to knead and rub Donny’s ass. Donny nodded. “You remember how much I love it when you hit it while we’re fucking? How much I moan and need it?” Donny moaned as Utivich slid his finger in and out.

Donny felt a second finger slip in. He breathed slowly out. The second finger wasn’t as bad as the first. Utivich’s hand moved from Donny’s ass and back to his cock as his other scissored inside of him. A slight adjustment and… “Ah! Holy fuck Utivich right theah just keep doing that ah…”

Utivich slipped a third finger in, scissoring Donny’s passage open, while still hitting the prostate often enough that Donny’s stream of cursing and compliments didn’t stop. “Ah Uti so fucking good you doing this every time we do anything the fucking prostate is fan-fucking-tastic ahhh just right theah…”

Donny felt Utivich’s fingers slip out of him. Although he would never admit it, even under torture, Donny was pretty sure he whimpered. Donny heard Utivich spit and tensed up. “Wait, we said just fingahs!”

Utivich sighed and slapped Donny’s ass. “Donny, I am about to fuck you. Now you can either be a little bitch and whine about it, or you can take it.”

Donny bucked forward involuntarily. Holy fuck, assertive Utivich was sexy. Donny growled. “Fuck me.”

Donny felt Utivich’s cock slide up to his anus, and slowly push in. Utivich had one hand on Donny’s hips, the other reaching around to stroke Donny. Donny did his best to breathe steadily. “Ah, Donny…” Utivich keened as he slid himself in. A few small thrusts, and Donny felt Utivich’s hips settle up against his ass.

Donny slowly forced himself to relax, and allowed his body to adjust around the feel of Utivich’s cock buried deep in his ass. After a few moments, Utivich began moving. Small thrusts at first, slowly building up the pace. Utivich’s hand was keeping time with his hips, stroking Donny expertly. Slowly Donny’s hips began to move, pressing back against Utivich’s thrusts. Grunting, Utivich shifted positions.

“Ah! Fuck, Utivich, there. Keep it right…ovah theah…ah fuck me, fuck me.”

Utivich laughed breathlessly. “Thought I was doing that.”

Donny could feel the pressure building already. Every thrust of Utivich’s hips sent waves of pleasure up his spine and into his cock. Donny’s fingernails scrapped through the dirt as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. Utivich continued to stroke firmly at his cock, speeding up the pace as his thrusts picked up speed. “Come on Utivich, fuck me hard. Harder, you fucking…ah…” Donny thrust back hard onto Utivich’s thrusts, which were coming faster and more sporadically. A few more thrusts and Donny felt Utivich shudder on top of him. He could feel Utivich’s seed fill him, and the thought of it was enough to make him come.

Donny collapsed on the ground, Utivich lying on top of him. Donny could feel Utivich’s heartbeat on his back. A moment later Utivich was pushing himself up, off Donny, and pulling himself out. Donny sighed. “Don’t get any idears, alright Uti? That was a treat foah you, special from me.”

Utivich laughed, and laid himself down on the ground next to Donny. “Oh yeah Donny, you didn’t enjoy that at all.”

Donny opened his eyes and looked over at Utivich. Donny loved looking at post-coital Utivich. His blue eyes were always relaxed and heavy-lidded, his hair was tousled and soaked with sweat. Donny leaned forward and kissed him, slowly and deliberately. Utivich melted beneath him. “I fuck you next time.”

Utivich sighed. “Alright. But admit that the prostate felt great.”

Donny stretched carefully. “I like it better when I know you’re the one feeling that.” Utivich blinked, an unreadable expression on his face. Donny quickly backtracked. “Besides, gotta keep up the reputation. The Bear Jew fucks, not gets fucked.”

Utivich rolled his eyes. “Alright Donny. Let’s get you cleaned up and on a soft patch of earth. You can’t go throwing out your back every time you beat a Nazi.” Donny smiled and watched Utivich putz around. If this was the result of throwing out his back, he needed to make a note to do it more often.

Kink Meme Filled!

2009-12-08T20:37:45Z

I know, I already posted this under the Kink Meme where it's supposed to go, but I wanted to make it its own post too. Go ahead and delete if this is like, double posting and therefore wrong or something.

So this was the prompt:
Donowitz/Utivich

Donny somehow makes it out of the fire/explosion alive. (Come on, Tarantino made a movie where getting shot in the head didn't kill the protagonist or even leave a scar — what realism?) When he catches up with the remaining Basterds, Utivich is happy to see him. Real happy.

And probably Aldo and Landa just see a bit of this and go, "...Huh."

So, obviously:
Pairings: Donny/Uti
Warnings: AU-ish (perhaps not, it kinda could fit)
Rating: PG, PG-13 just for language
Disclaimer: Don't own yadda yadda
A/N: dawwww

Donny blinked. Donny then immediately regretted even that small iota of movement. Every single part of his body felt broken, lacerated, or bruised. He was pretty sure one thigh was crushed, his right wrist was snapped in two, and several ribs were crushed. After careful consideration, he also determined that there was something - a metal pipe perhaps? – jammed through and through his left calf.

Donny tried his best not to move or breathe. Even his heart beta throbbed through his whole body and made every part of his body hurt with every beat. Donny opened his eyes again and tried his best to move his eyeballs without passing out from pain.

It was dusty. Dusty and smoky. Donny tried his best not to notice this: coughing was the last thing he wanted to do, with the ribs in the state they were. There were rocks everywhere. Donny supposed that was what was left of the theatre. However, through the smoke and dust and rocks, Donny could see some light. It must be the next morning, he figured.

“Bonjour? Bonjour? Est-ce que n'importe qui est ici?”

Donny moved his eyeballs around. It was then he realized that it wasn’t morning: there was a rescue mission going on around him. What the hell language was he supposed to be speaking again?

“Ciao, ecco” Donny managed to croak out. His ribs ached and throat burned and lips cracked, but he knew he needed to get himself out of here.

“Bonjour? Où êtes-vous? Qui êtes-vous?”

Donny could feel the rubble vibrate around him; whoever was searching for him was getting closer. “Ecco,” he said again, as loudly as his broken body would let him.

The footsteps and vibrations grew louder, and the next thing Donny knew, a piece of rubble on top of his hand and shoulder was being moved. “J'ai trouvé quelqu'un! Amenez un docteur, rapidement!”

Donny couldn’t even move his neck to look at the person clearing the rubble off of him. All he managed was a mumbled “grazie,” before he passed back out.

Donny woke up in a hospital bed, feeling about a Fenway Frank away from 100% better than he had last time he had been conscious. Leaning his neck forward a bit, he examined the damage. Wrapped ribs, check. Cast all the way up his right leg, okay. Bandage around his left calf, right. Wrist in a split, more bandages on his arms. Donny lifted his non-splinted arm to his head and felt the bandage wrapped around it.

“Not bad.” He mumbled. Donny looked around. Shit. He had pretty much used up his Italian already. Did he still need to pretend to be Italian? Had the war ended? Spotting a nurse, Donny remembered another phrase he knew. “Ciao! Bella!”

The pretty French nurse walked over to Donny, pursing her lips together in mock-annoyance. “Bonjour, monsieur.”

Donny thought for a moment. “Telephono?” He held his non-broken hand up to his ear for added help in translation.

The nurse nodded. “Oui.” With a click of her heels, the nurse walked away.

Donny wiggled slightly in the bed, trying to make himself comfortable. His ribs prevented too much movement, but it wasn’t too bad, all things considered. A few moments later, the nurse returned with a cart. The cart carried a phone with a cord that reached all the way down the ward, from wall to wall.

Donny smiled at the nurse. “Grazie.” The nurse nodded and left.

Donny picked the phone up off its hook with his left hand, then set it down in his lap. He dialed with his left hand as well, then picked the phone back up with his left hand. He went to hold it up to his left ear, but discovered that ear was covered in bandages. Carefully, he reached his left hand across his chest and held the phone to his right ear. His ribs felt like they were creaking, but it was bearable. Donny snickered in his head. “Bearable.” Heh.

“Connecting to?” A voice came on over the line.

“Lieutenant Aldo Raine?”

“One moment.”

Donny was surprised. Not only was Raine apparently alive, but he was also in a place that had a phone. He figured the war must have really ended. There plan must have really, actually succeded.

“You’ve got Aldo Raine.”

Donny laughed. “Holy shit Lieutenant, it’s fucking amazing to hear your voice. Fuck.”

“Donny? Well you gotta be shitting me boy. You alive?”

“No sir. This is a phone call from the afterlife. I’m heah to tell you I’m gonna haunt you and the rest of the Basterds forevah.”

“You know son, getting blowed up sure didn’t help your jokes. Where the hell are you?”

Donny shrugged and looked around carefully, trying not to move too much. “Some Frenchie hospital, I figure right near the theatre. Hey, who you got with you?”

“Well, basically just Utivich and I are left. Oh, and our good friend Colonel Landa.”

Donny laughed, then winced. Fucking ribs, damn. But Utivich made it out. That was something for Donny to focus on. “Hey, Lieutenant, would you mind coming to get me outta heah? I ran out of Italian words about the minute I woke up.”

“Sure thing Donny. In fact, Landa and I will come down personally to collect you ourselves. I say Landa and I, because you see, that Colonel is going to stay attached to me until I’m sure he see some good old fashioned justice.”

Donny grinned wickedly. “Well sir, I’ve nevah questioned you before, and sure as fuck aren’t gonna start now. Though, couldya do me a favah?”

Aldo’s voice seemed to get real serious. “Well sure son, what do you need?”

“Could you bring Utivich along too? But don’t tell him I’m alive?” Donny’s stomach fluttered a bit.

Aldo paused for a moment. “Well, I suppose I can oblige you. Least I can do, for a bonafide war hero.”

Donny grinned. “Thanks Lieutenant.”

“Alright son, hold tight there. We’ll be seeing you real soon.”

Donny carefully extracted the phone from the right side of his head, and placed it back onto its receiver. The nurse walked back after a few moments. “Bon?”

Donny smiled broadly at her “Multo bene!” Donny wiggled himself carefully in his bed again. Slowly his eyes slipped close, a smile on his lips. Utivich was alive. Lovely, amazing, strong Utivich. Utivich, who he had fucked mercilessly the night before, thinking it was going to be their last night together. Utivich, who he had kissed before leaving him to walk into the theatre, when he thought no one was watching. Utivich was his only regret as he sat in the theatre, watching that piece of shit Nazi propaganda film. He regretted that he wouldn’t be able to see him again, hold him again, fuck him again. Donny sighed, and slowly sank into sleep.

Two weeks later, Donny wasn’t exactly a picture of health, but neither was he the mess of a man he was the day after the theatre explosion. His bandages were growing less and less copious, as various lacerations were deemed healed enough to breathe. His ribs were still securely wrapped: those could take months to heal fully. His wrist was in a splint now that allowed him to make use of the fingers on that hand. His right thigh was still in a full cast, but in another month or so it should be okay to put in a brace.

A call from Aldo had informed Donny that he was allowed to speak English again, which was a good thing for Donny. Unable to speak in nonsensical tirades made Donny feel more injured and disabled than any of his physical injuries made him.

In fact, Donny was busy trying to explain to a young British soldier the finer points of baseball (it’s a round bat, damnit, what the hell do you want that flat plank for?), when a nurse walked over to his bed. “Bonjour. Vos amis sont ici.”

Donny considered for a moment. Amis…”Oh! Er…merci!” Donny was just a natural with languages. Donny turned to the British soldier. “Hey, I’ll see you around. My friends are heah.”

The British soldier nodded and walked away. The nice young nurse was setting up a privacy curtain on all three sides of Donny’s bed. Donny had to say, he appreciated that. Especially since Utivich was going to be here…

“I told you Utivich, just shut your damn mouth and follow my orders. Just because the war is over sure as hell doesn’t mean you aren’t still my inferior. Landa, open the damn curtain.”

Donny smiled. Aldo didn’t have a voice that was easily mistaken for anyone else’s. The next second, the curtain swung open, and in walked Landa, Aldo, and a glum and pissed-off looked Utivich.

“Hey Uti.” Donny said, almost quietly. He didn’t expect himself to feel this…emotional? Happy? Overwhelmed, that was probably the best way to describe it.

Donny watched as Utivich’s eyes locked to his. At first his expression was one of incomprehension, then confusion, then surprise, and finally, “Donny!”

Utivich raced over to Donny, stopping short as he took in his injuries. “Oh holy shit Donny, are you okay? I mean, oh shit. Cracked ribs? Is it just your thigh broken, or is it the whole leg? What about your wrist?”

Utivich’s hands kept reaching out toward Donny, as if of their own accord. Donny smiled broadly, then reached out and grabbed Utivich’s hand with his left. “Hey, I’m alive.”

Donny watched tears well up in Utivich’s eyes. Any other time Donny might have given him shit about being such a woman, but right now, Donny felt almost the same. So he covered it up by pulling Utivich down for a kiss.

Utivich moaned and grabbed the sides of Donny’s head with both hands, thrusting his tongue in deep. Donny, for once, allowed Utivich to take the upper hand. He laid back, good hand reaching up for Utivich’s face. He rubbed his thumb along Utivich’s jaw line, as Utivich tongue-fucked his mouth.

A minute into the kiss, and right around the point that Utivich seemed ready to try crawling into bed with Donny, a loud cough interrupted them. Utivich pulled back and turned around. Donny leaned as far as he could, and looked past Utivich to Aldo. The Lieutenant and Hans Landa were standing with their backs to the privacy curtain, expressions equal parts confusion and surprise on both their faces.

“You two, would you mind holding off on that for a moment?”

Donny could see the tips of Utivich’s ears turn red from where he was lying, and was sure Utivich’s entire face was just as red as his ears. Donny just smiled lopsidedly and grabbed Utivich’s wrist with his good hand. Donny dragged Utivich back over to him, pulling him down into the seat next to his bed. Utivich stumbled, but sat. Donny didn’t let get of his wrist.

“Lieutenant.” Donny nodded roguishly.

Aldo, for his part, nodded back solemnly. “Donny. Good to see you’re full of vim and vigor.”

Landa, for his part, was unimpressed. “Figures. Jew scum. We were right to kill both your kind off at the same time.”

Before Donny could react, and possibly hurt himself, Aldo punched Landa in the nose. Utivich jumped up, but Donny refused to let go of his wrist. Eventually, once it was obvious Landa was hurt and bleeding, Utivich sat back down.

Aldo nodded again. “Well, we’ll just be leaving you boys alone then. Landa,” Aldo grabbed Landa by the back of the neck and shoved him out of the curtains.

Utivich turned and looked at Donny. “You’re alive.”

Donny shrugged. “Ain’t no fucking pansy-ass explosion gonna kill the bear jew.”

Hungry Part V

2009-12-08T20:35:10Z

Fuck the sox! I hate them!! *cries*
But I love you guys! So I'm posting part V anyways!
First of all, I'd like to thank all you wonderful people for being so encouraging this whole week! Your lovely comments are what got me through proof homework this whole week ^.^
And now, finally, SEX. Actual, serious, SEX.
This is part V of a V parter, so please go read parts I, II, III, and IV before you read this one!
(Also, seriously, WTF first base ump?! YOU SUCK. 2 outs at first that you can't fucking see? WHAT THE FUCK. BULLSHIT. Also, fuck that stupid catcher kid, gimme back varitek.)

Enjoy yous guys!

Title: Hungry
Part: 5/5
Pairing: Donny/Utivich
Synopsis: First timez
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: don't own blah blah blah
Warnings: sexy sexy between two sexy boys
A/N: So, my explanation for my characterization of Donny this part: well, the way I figure it, Donny has his "woman" now, right? And every southie boy i know who gets a woman immediately reverts back to 5 years old, and expects that woman to be his mom. So there you go.

Aldo and the Basterds were gathered in a circle just outside town limits. They were changing into German soldier uniforms, while Aldo addressed some ground rules.

“No speaking English within hearing distance of anyone who’s not us. No speaking at all if you boys can help it, excluding you two boys, Wicki and Stiglitz.” Wicki nodded in recognition, Stiglitz just sucked on a cigarette and stared at Wicki. “You pick up any girls, no speaking to them. You need to get something at the store, either figure out how to buy it without saying anything, or get Wicki or Stiglitz to get it for you.” Stiglitz snorted and shifted, obviously none to happy at having to be an on-call translator. Aldo ignored him. “No getting balls-out fall-down drunk. In fact, it’d be best if you drank in your rooms at the inn. That we you won’t accidently start speaking the English if you do get good and drunk. Two to a room, so pair up now.”

Donny didn’t even bother looking at Utivich. No one would mess with what was his, and Utivich was most definitively his. The room pairings were predetermined, at least from where Donny was standing.

Donny tucked his Nazi shirt into his pants and turned around slowly, arms out. “Whatchya boys think, I make a damn dashing figuah, don’t I?” Donny picked up his bat and slung it over his shoulder. “Alright Lieutenant, I think weah good to go.”

Aldo shook his head and grimaced. “Not quite Donowitz. That bat of yours seems to me to be a dead giveaway.”

Donny blinked and gripped his bat. “Huh?”

Utivich stepped in, fully changed into a Nazi uniform as well. “Here Donny. Give me the bat and I’ll put it away for you. It’s in your bag, alright?”

Donny frowned, but nodded. The last time they stayed in a town, reputation about the bear jew and his bat hadn’t spread yet, and Donny had strolled into town with his bat on his shoulder, then strolled back out the next day, no problem. Donny stared forlornly at his pack, where his bat was now.

Utivich sighed and smiled at Donny. “Hey, we get to stay in an inn.”

Donny smiled roguishly at Utivich. “Well then what the hell. We ready to go? Let’s go, fucking A!”

Aldo inspected the men, and nodded. “Alright Sergeant Donowitz. Reign in that enthusiasm of yours there. Wicki, Stiglitz? Lead the way.”

The Basterds marched into town, Donny swaggering and posturing the whole way, but staying silent. Every once in a while he would glance over at Utivich, who he swore looked positively proud of him.

At the inn, Wicki and Stiglitz walked up to the innkeeper. “Ja. Funf Dopplezimmer.”

The innkeeper nodded. “Hier.”

The innkeeper handed five keys to Wicki. Stiglitz nodded. “Danke.”

Wicki passed out the keys, which Donny snatched his out of his hand immediately. He grabbed Utivich by the wrist and dragged him up the stairs, ignoring the looks he knew the Basterds were giving him behind his back. Fuck those guys. He was gonna get to fuck Utivich into the mattress tonight. For all he cared, they could paint “queer” across his forehead; he was about to get incredible sex.

After a few seconds of cursing and looking at the room numbers, Donny finally found their room. Utivich waited patiently as Donny tried to violently unlock the door. “Calm down Donny. Do you need me to do it?”

The door swung open and Donny grabbed Utivich. “I gotta more important job for you.”

Donny dragged Utivich into the room and kicked the door shut. Not giving Utivich time even to shrug his pack off, Donny shoved Utivich into the door and kissed him fiercely. Utivich responded eagerly, grabbing the back of Donny’s head and trying his best to get his tongue as far into Donny’s mouth as possible. Donny moaned and bit down on Utivich’s lip, sucking hard afterwards.

Utivich pulled away to breath. “Wait, Donny, fuck. Back off a second.”

Obediently, Donny backed up. Utivich dropped his pack on the ground. Watching him, Donny was reminded that he should probably do the same, and tossed his down on the ground by his feet. Utivich nodded. “Alright, come here.”

Donny grabbed Utivich’s shirt and shoved him against the door again, one hand up on the door jam. Donny stopped an inch from Utivich’s lips, watching Utivich try to kiss him. Utivich frowned and leaned forward to try and capture his lips, but Donny just leaned back. “Donny…”

Donny grinned toothily. “Whatchya say?” Donny slowly ground his hips into Utivich’s, eliciting a groan from the smaller man.

“Damnit Donny.” Utivich tossed his head back onto the door and closed his eyes.

Donny almost leaned in to consume Utivich’s neck, but waited a moment. They had all night, after all. Donny might normally be the instant gratification type, but every once in a while he could muster the willpower to hold out for the greater payoff in the end. “Come on Uti.” Donny leaned in so his lips almost barely grazed Utivich’s. “Do you want this?” Donny ground down on Utivich again, for effect.

Utivich nodded and swallowed. Donny could see his Adam’s apple bob, and he swore his cock got harder just from that. If it possibly could get any harder than it was already. “Then what do you say?”

Utivich opened his eyes and stared fiercely at Donny. “Fuck me into the mattress.”

Donny slammed his lips into Utivich’s. Utivich’s hands roamed Donny’s body, un-tucking his Nazi shirt from his pants. Donny continued to thrust into Utivich as he sucked on his lower lip. Utivich’s hands slipped down the back of Donny’s pants to grab his ass; not that Donny needed any encouragement.

Donny let go of Utivich’s lips for a moment and started trailing kisses down the stubble on his jaw line. That was one of those surprise things that Donny loved about Utivich: stubble. Donny nipped and licked and sucked his way down from Utivich’s jaw to his neck. At the same time his hands worked to unbutton Utivich’s uniform shirt.

Donny could feel Utivich’s hands slipping lower and lower on his ass, until… “Whoa, hey!” Donny jerked back slightly and looked Utivich in the eyes. “Whatchya think yous up to? It’s your ass getting pounded, not mine.”

Utivich shrugged. “I thought you might like it. You know, your prostate is in there.”

Donny looked incredulous. “Are you about to give me a fucking medical lesson? Fuck, just ‘cause Harvard’s down the street don’t mean I wanna learn about that shit right now.”

Utivich smiled. “If I touch your prostate, it feels good. Really good.” Utivich gave Donny a look.

Donny squinted his eyes. “No.” Utivich sighed, but Donny swallowed up the sigh by kissing him again.

Donny continued to unbutton the last few buttons on Utivich’s shirt, and stepped back. Utivich took it off, while Donny just pulled his own shirt above his head, ignoring any rips or lost buttons. Undershirts came next, and Donny’s medals clanked between the two of them as he kissed Utivich some more. Donny ground his hips into Utivich’s again. “Say it again.”

Donny could tell Utivich didn’t want to give him the upper hand, but he knew how to take care of that. Donny ducked his head down and started sucking a spot on Utivich’s collarbone that he had discovered recently. Utivich groaned deeply in the back of his throat. “I…fuck me Donny. Fuck me. Please fuck me you fucking bear jew. Fuck.”

Donny’s cock twitched at Utivich’s words. He growled low. He supposed he had put off gratification for long enough. Donny grabbed Utivich by the ass and hoisted him up onto his hips. Utivich wrapped his legs around Donny’s hips and kissed him.

“What are you going to do to me, Donny?”

Utivich nibbled on Donny’s earlobe as he carried him over to the bed. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for a week.”

Donny tossed Utivich onto the bed and looked down at him. Bare-chested, hair already glistening with sweat. His arousal was obvious through his pants, and his chest rose and fell as he panted heavily. Utivich’s lips were full and deep red from the force of Donny’s kisses. Several hickies and love bites were visible up and down his neck and jaw line.

“Are you going to just look at me or are you going to do something?” Utivich’s hand drifted down to his groin. “I could just take care of myself, if you’re not going to.”

Donny growled. “Pants. Off.”

Utivich eagerly complied and shucked off his pants, along with his boots, in moments. Donny toed off his boots and dropped his pants as quickly as he could. Utivich’s hand was still vaguely caressing his inner thighs. If there was one thing Donny wouldn’t stand for, it was Utivich having to take care of himself. Not when he was there.

Donny climbed onto the bed and straddled Utivich. Donny leaned down and kissed him, more gently than before. Donny looked down, then back up into Utivich’s eyes. “Turn over.”

Utivich eagerly complied, turning himself over beneath Donny. Donny ran his hand down Utivich’s back, stopping on Utivich’s pale ass. Donny hesitated. “Uti, um…I’m not sure…”

Utivich turned his face to the side and looked over his shoulder at Donny. “You don’t know what to do?” Utivich turned himself over and sat up. “Lie down, Donny.”

Donny opened his mouth to protest, but Utivich kissed him instead. “Shut up Donny. I promise not to stick anything in your ass.”

Donny snickered and lay down. Utivich slid down and took Donny’s cock into his mouth. Donny gasped. “Wait, I want to…”

Utivich raised his head up for a moment. “Donny, do you trust me?”

Donny blinked and looked down at the young jew. “Yeah.”

Utivich nodded. “Then suck.” Utivich stuck two fingers into Donny’s mouth, and went back to sucking on Donny’s cock.

Donny wanted to gasp at the feel of Utivich’s tongue carefully sliding on his circumcision scar, but instead obediently sucked and licked the fingers in his mouth. Utivich pulled away, and Donny whispered at the loss of contact. Utivich sat himself on Donny’s chest and kissed him.

Utivich put his mouth next to Donny’s ear. “You wanted to pound me into the mattress, right?”

Donny shuddered and looked down. Utivich was slowly preparing himself, sliding slicked fingers in and out of his own ass. Utivich rode back on his fingers, moaning into Donny’s ear. Donny felt precome leak from the tip of his cock. “Fuuuk me Uti…come on…”

Donny could feel Utivich smile into the shell of his ear. “Isn’t the idea to fuck me?”

Donny grabbed Utivich’s chin and kissed him, teeth clashing and tongues twining. Utivich moaned into his mouth, then pulled away. Donny leaned forward, trying to recapture his lips. Utivich shook his head. “Fuck me.”

Donny didn’t need to be told twice. He flipped himself on top of Utivich. Utivich lay on his stomach, ass in the air. Donny gripped Utivich’s hips, and carefully positioned himself in front of his entrance. “Ready?”

“Just do it, Donny!” Donny took a breath, and slowly thrust himself into Utivich.

Utivich moaned at the pace, hands gripping the sheets spasmodically. It took all of Donny’s control not to thrust violently into Utivich. For all his talk and blustering, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Utivich.

After an agonizing few seconds, Donny was buried in Utivich to the hilt, hips pressed against Utivich’s ass. Donny paused and exhaled, listening to Utivich’s heavy breathing. Carefully, he started moving. At first they were gentle, shallow thrusts. But as the two found a rhythm, Donny’s thrust became more and more forceful. The bed began to creak, and the headboard started grinding into the wall. Donny gripped Utivich’s hips tightly as he thrust into him. The room was filled with the sounds of their panting and skin slapping together, Donny’s medals’ jangling punctuated by the sound of their moans.

Utivich writhed beneath Donny. Donny saw him lift a hand up to reach for his cock, but Donny’s hand beat him there. Donny wrapped his hand around Utivich’s cock, which quickly grew slick from precome and sweat. Donny quickly managed to match the rhythm of his hand to the rhythm of his hips. Utivich moaned again. “Donny…”

Donny raised himself up higher so he could kiss Utivich’s back. Utivich shuddered beneath him and moaned “Ah, there! Donny, there…” Donny figured he must be hitting that prostate thing, and tried hard to keep doing whatever it was he was doing right.

As Utivich’s moans became more and more frantic, Donny’s thrusts grew faster and more sporadic. Donny dug his fingernails into Utivich’s hip with his left hand, as his right hand struggled to keep time with his hips. Another thrust, and he felt Utivich’s ass tighten around him. A strangled “Donny” escaped Utivich’s lips, and Donny felt Utivich’s seed spill into his hand.

Utivich’s arms gave out, and Donny took his hand out from under Utivich as he continued to thrust. Donny gripped Utivich’s hips with both hands, and after one, two, three thrusts, Donny felt his balls tighten, and came inside Utivich.

Donny collapsed on top of Utivich. The two of them were slick with sweat, and Donny’s chest made a wet slapping sound as it hit Utivich’s back. Donny breathed hard for a moment, ear pressed on Utivich’s back. He could hear his heart going like a jackrabbit’s. Donny’s breath slowed, and he carefully pulled himself out of Utivich. He rolled himself off Utivich’s back and onto the bed.

After a moment he reached a hand over to Utivich, pulling him over. Utivich grabbed onto his hand and turned to face him. The young man’s face sported a goofy, post-coital grin. “I think you managed to successfully ‘fuck me into the mattress’.”

Donny laughed, still basking in the after glow. “What do you expect? I’m the fucking bear jew.”

Utivich smiled, self-satisfied, and said “Well, I’m fucking the bear jew.”

Donny smacked Utivich lightly across the head. “Eh, I’m gonna hafta put up with this shit, huh? A real wit I managed to nab myself.”

Utivich kissed Donny lightly on the lips, then rolled out of bed. “Lucky you. I just nabbed a guy who thinks he’s a wit.”

Donny tossed the pillow from the bed at him. Utivich dodged it and laughed. He started gathering up their clothes, and as he did turned to Donny. “Hungry?”

Want more? Sequel here.

Hungry: IB Fanfic

2009-10-09T02:26:59Z

Title: Hungry Parts I-IV
Pairing: Donny/Utivich, background implied Stiglitz/Wicki
Synopsis: First timez
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: don't own blah blah blah
Warnings: it's nc-17 slash, so typical stuff for that.
A/N: Uber long, but enjoy! Also: LET'S GO RED SOX.

The Basterds sat around the fire, eating their dinner rations with gusto. Donny nosily slurped down the last of his beans and smacked his lips. “Fucking A, I love me a good meal.” Donny looked down at Utivich, sitting on the ground next to him. Donny was sitting up on a log, so had an extra height advantage over the already smaller man. “Hey Smitty, you know the only thing better than a warm meal?”

Utivich didn’t look up, just shrugged. Donny smiled broadly. “A good fuck. No, almost better than that: a good suck. Fucking A.” Donny slapped Utivich on the back. He loved seeing the younger kid squirm. Donny gripped Utivich’s shoulders and leaned down. “Come on Smitty, you know what I’m talkin’ about, don’t yous?”

Utivich shrugged off Donny’s arms. “I do Donny. Do you?”

A few of the other Basterds chuckled as Donny pretended to look hurt. “Oh, suddenly we gotta comedian ovah heah. Who you think you are Smitty, a regulah Charlie Chaplin?”

“More like Abott and Costello, ya’ll.” Donny glared at Aldo and threw his empty bean can at him.

“Shut up you face Aldo!”

Aldo shot Donny a pointed look. “You gonna be cleaning up that can, right Donny?”

Donny grabbed his bat up off the ground and used it to hoist himself up to his feet. Swaggering, he walked over to the can and stuck the bat into it. With an almost graceful snap, the can popped up into the air and Donny caught it. “Yes sir!” Donny saluted Aldo with his bat. Tossing the can in the empties pile, Donny swaggered back over to Utivich. This time, he sat down next to Utivich on the ground, with his back against the log.

“Like I was saying, you know what I’d do for a good blow right about now?” Donny draped his arm across Utivich’s shoulders. “You know what I’d do?”

Utivich sighed. “What would you do?”

“Ah, why thank you Smitty, for your kind interest in my conversationalizing. What I’d do is give up a day of food rations. That’s how much I’m hurting for a blow. Well boys, any you up for some of the bear Jew’s bat?” Donny cackled over his own wit. He could be really witty sometimes, he figured. If he had a mind to be.

Donny forgot that he had his arm around Utivich until the younger man turned and looked Donny dead in the eyes. “Alright.”

Donny straightened himself up from laughing and took his arm off of Utivich. He wasn’t quite sure what Utivich was replying to. “Alright what? You too Smitty? I dunno kid, I don’t think you could go a day without eating, even if it was for a blow.”

Utivich sighed and continued to hold Donny’s gaze. “I said, I do it. One day’s food rations, I suck you off.”

The other Basterds fell silent. Donny stared at Utivich for a moment, and noticed a few of the guys, Aldo included, tensing up. They were ready to stop the Bear Jew from beating the living shit out of their younger soldier. Donny just broke Utivich’s stare and laughed. “Oh Smitty, damn. You must be wicked starving for you to accept that offer.” Utivich just stayed silent and shrugged. Donny’s smile grew a bit more fixed as he glanced around at the other Basterds. “Listen, Smitty. You got a pretty mouth, and it’s been a long-ass time, but its not that pretty, and it hasn’t been that long.” Donny laughed again and patted Utivich on the cheek. Utivich pulled away, looking pissed.

Donny fell silent and stared moodily at the fire. Chatter picked up again on either side of him, except for Utivich. That damn Smitty stayed silent, staring into the fire right next to him. Donny shifted and scrapped his toes in the dirt, like he was setting up a pitch. Frigging scrawny kid, looking for some scraps, willing to do anything for them. Reminded him of southie, really. Running around in Boston, sneaking over to Yawkey way to stare at all the sox memorabilia, see if he couldn’t get a glimpse of old Teddy Williams. Willing to do just about anything to get into that park. Practically scaled the green monster that one time…

“Hey, day dreaming ‘bout your date with Smitty?” Ulmer nudged Donny with his foot. The fire was low, and the rest of the guys were getting their sleeping gear ready.

Donny jumped up and clenched his bat threateningly. “You really wanna start something?”

Ulmer laughed and shook his head. “You have first watch.”

Donny frowned and slung his bat over his shoulder. He walked a ways over to a good reconnaissance point: a little bit uphill from where the Basterds were sleeping, giving him a clear view of some of the surrounding area. Donny leaned himself and his bat up against a tree, crossing his arms. He liked first watch. Made him feel like he was still in the city sometimes. The Basterds were still all shifting and moving in their sleep, trying to get comfortable. Didn’t make him feel as totally alone and quiet, like later watches did. If you got stuck with a later watch, everyone was dead asleep. No one moved, no one groaned or mumbled. It was too quiet, too still for Donny to be comfortable with.

About two hours into watch, with an hour left to go, one of the Basterds stirred and stood up. Donny glanced over and then turned his eyes back on the surrounding landscape. Just one of them getting up to take a leak; it was a regular occurrence.

A few seconds later Donny heard leaves and twigs crunching behind him. Donny glanced back: Utivich was the Basterd who had woken up, and was walking over. Donny shifted uncomfortable against his tree and looked back out into the woods. What the hell did Smitty want, anyway? Friggin kid, too hungry for his own good, Donny supposed. Just wanted that extra day’s rations. Really shouldn’t be that hungry, Donny thought. Maybe he should offer to share some of his rations with the kid…

Utivich stopped next to Donny. Donny stood there, peering into the dark woods. He wasn’t about to speak first.

“I was serious.” Donny glanced over at Utivich, who was staring straight at him.

“Smitty, what the frig’s wrong wichyou?” Donny shifted his feet. “Listen, if you’re that hungry, I’ll get you some of my rations tomorrow. You don’t hafta do anything.”

Utivich kept looking at Donny, until finally turned to face him. In the dark, it was hard to make out his expression. There was, however, enough light to see that Utivich wasn’t smiling. “Listen Donny, I understand that you want to get off. I’m just offering my services. Take it or leave it.”

Donny laughed nervously. “Kid, you got no idear whachya getting yourself into. Those Kraut’s don’t just call me the bear Jew ‘cause I’m tall and hairy.” Donny chuckle. Yeah, a real wit, he could be.

Utivich kept a perfectly straight face in the dark. “I thought that was exactly why they called you that. Are you saying you’ve been fucking Nazis? Is that how they would find out about the size of your…”

Donny cuffed Utivich across the side of his head. Not too hard, just enough to stun the kid and knock him off his balance. Utivich stumbled for a moment, then shook his head and straightened up. Utivich grabbed Donny by the shirt and pulled him in close. Donny could smell Utivich’s sweat and musk. His eyes dilated, and he told himself it was because he was trying to make out Utivich’s expression in the dark. “Donny, I know exactly what I’d be getting myself into. And I don’t need the incentive of food to get into it.”

Utivich shoved Donny and let go of his shirt. He turned to walk away, a stunned Donny staring at him. Specifically, a stunned Donny was staring at Utivich’s ass. It wasn’t exactly the first time Donny had thought about it, if he really wanted to admit it to himself. Just because that Smitty had such a pretty mouth, that was all. And it had been so frigging long…”Fucking hell Utivich, wait a second.” Donny grabbed Utivich’s wrist. It was way too skinny, almost frail. But then Utivich turned around, tensed up muscles, and Donny appreciated the wiry strength in the young man.

“Just hang on. Don’t go getting all insulted or anything. But you know, I’m not all…” Donny waved his fingers. “I’m the regular twirl chaser, yous know?”

Utivich raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. And that’s why you styled the girls’ hair, right? Because you’re such a ladies man?”

Donny released Utivich’s wrist and glared. “Ah, fuck off Smitty.” Donny turned around and tried to stare down the darkness. Donny rubbed his hand a little bit. It felt cold without Utivich’s wrist in it.

Utivich waited a moment before he said something. “Donny. You get off watch in an hour. In an hour I’m going to be over there,” Utivich nodded at a small hill on the other side of the camp, “waiting. If you want me to suck your cock,” Utivich’s voice dropped and Donny’s eyes widened, “then just head over there.” Utivich turned on his heel and walked away.

Donny stared after him, gulping and at a loss for words (for once). Little Smitty, Utivich, he wanted to suck Donny off. Donny rubbed his hand that had held Utivich’s wrist. The next hour was going to be long as fuck.

An hour later Donny walked over and nudged Stiglitz with his boot. “Yo, DAS DEUTCHE. Get up.” Stiglitz mumbled and cursed in German, then sat up. He waved Donny away as he stood up and wandered over to take Donny’s place by the tree.

Donny watched Stiglitz drowsily trudge away. Donny then turned and looked the opposite direction, toward the little hill that Utivich had pointed out an hour ago. Hitching up his pants, Donny slung his bat over his shoulder and walked, as casually as he could muster, over to the other side of the hill.

As he rounded the side of it, Donny caught sight of Utivich, sitting on the other side of the hill and picking his nails with a knife. Utivich didn’t even look up to acknowledge him. Donny tossed back his shoulders. “Alright kid, you really think you’re up to the bear jew? Let’s see if you got it in you.” Donny snickered. “in you”. More snickering.

Utivich glared, but nodded to the ground next to him. “Get down.”

Donny obediently sat down on the ground next to Utivich. Once there, all his swagger couldn’t hide the fact that he was sweating in the cool breeze. His seated position also couldn’t hide his state of semi-arousal, already. Utivich picked his fingers with the knife for a few more moments, then slid it back into the holster. When he looked over at Donny, Donny smiled. The kid was nervous, for all his coolness that he was putting on. However, the kid was also determined. Utivich nodded at Donny.

Next thing Donny knew, Utivich had thrown his legs over Donny and was straddling him. Donny sucked in a breath and clutched at his bat, which was on the ground beside him. “Damnit Donny, take your hands off your damn bat for a second and put them on me.”

Donny, shocked into compliance, let go of the slugger and put his hands on Utivich’s hips. Donny stared down as Utivich fumbled with his belt and button fly. Donny was too aroused by this point to do much more than watch.

Eventually, Utivich managed to free Donny’s cock, who breathed a shaky sigh. Utivich took it gentle into his hands, stroking it for a few moments. Donny bit down on his lip and growled. “Come on Utivich, you gonna suck or just look?”

Utivich shot Donny a nervous, but somehow confident smile. Utivich then slid himself off Donny’s hips, leaned down, and started licking the shaft.

Donny gasped and bucked reflexively. Utivich placed a firm hand on his hip, gripping it tight. Donny hadn’t been lying when he said it had been a long time; it had. And Utivich’s tongue was skilled. Donny leaned his head back against the hill and closed his eyes. He blindly reached his hand forward and twined it in Utivich’s curly locks. Utivich’s ministrations brought his cock up from semi-arousal to full, throbbing erection in moments.

Utivich slid his tongue up the underside of the shaft a few times, one hand curled around the base, the other firmly keeping Donny’s hips in place. “Fuuuuck, Uti- get…fuck come on…suck it…fucking…” Donny grumbled and moaned. Utivich must have felt sympathetic, because he stopped licking and carefully slid his lips over the head of Donny’s cock. Donny’s hips tried to jerk forward again, but Utivich’s hand on his hip held him tightly in place. Donny could feel bruises blossoming beneath Utivich’s fingertips, but it only served to heighten his arousal. He never would have expected such strength from the scrawny jew.

Utivich’s head bobbed as he sucked Donny’s swollen cock. Donny opened his eyes a crack to watch Utivich’s head beneath his legs, and the sight of it was almost enough to send him over the edge. Utivich’s curly hair, beginning to dampen with sweat. His cheeks flushed and hollowed, brows furrowed as he concentrated at the task in front of them. And those full, pink lips, wrapped so perfectly around him…”Ahhh, fuck me…Uti…fuuuck.” Utivich dragged his tongue along the underside of Donny’s cock as he pulled slowly back, then swirled his tongue around the tip. Donny’s hips tried to jerk again, precome leaking from the tip of his cock.

“Smit..Uti…damnit…fuck come on…fucking bitch…” Donny closed his eyes again and tightened his grip on Utivich’s hair. Utivich wrapped his lips back around the tip and slid down again, taking as much of Donny’s cock in his mouth as he could. Donny gasped. He was close. “Uti…gonna come…” Donny tapped Utivich on the head with the hand not tangled in Utivich’s hair. Utivich kept his grip on Donny’s hip with his hand, and his mouth on Donny’s cock.

“Uti…quick…” Donny tapped Utivich urgently. He could feel the arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach, his balls tightening…still, Utivich wouldn’t release Donny from his mouth. Donny cracked open an eye and glanced down. To his surprise, sweat was beading on Utivich’s forehead, and his hand was…down his own pants. Donny felt Utivich moan, mouth still wrapped around his cock. With that, Donny finally lost it, and jerked spastically into Utivich’s eager mouth.

Donny let loose a low groan as the spasms subsided, and slid down low on the hill. After a moment lying their with his eyes closed, he hear a low groan and opened his eyes. Utivich was coming into his own hand, crouched on the hillside in front of him. The sight of Utivich – his lips wet and swollen, his hair sweaty and knotted from the grip of Donny’s hand, and his face fixed in an expression of pure ecstasy – had Donny been a few years younger, he would have had another erection. As it was, his cock twitched weakly, and he had to turn his head to the side so as not to groan at the sight of Utivich.

Donny lazily watched Utivich scramble to clean himself up: wiped his hands on the ground, tucked himself back into his pants, buttoned up. Utivich then turned to Donny. “Happy?”

Donny wanted to nod. He was happy. He was very, very happy. To fucking amazingly happy, really. So naturally, he replied “you’re a fucking queer. Getting off from sucking me off? And watchya did? Yous done this before, I know it. No one that good at suckin cock unless they had practice.”

Utivich glowered. “Fuck you Donny. You can be a real asshole sometimes, you know that?”

Donny laughed lazily as he tucked himself back into his pants. “It sure looks like to me that you’re the asshole heah, Smitty. What with your skills with the cock.”

Utivich stood up and began to walk away. Donny lept up after him, almost forgetting his bat. “Hey, Smitty, no worries. You get my food rations tomorrow. Enjoy.” Donny mock saluted Utivich with his bat and sauntered off to his pile of blankets, Utivich storming off to his. As Donny slipped beneath his blankets, he cursed himself. He really could be a first class fucking prick sometimes, he knew that. Donny rolled over to stare at Utivich. His back was turned to Donny. Donny grumbled and shifted. He didn’t know what the fuck was going on, but he knew he had treated Utivich like shit. Maybe after Utivich got his extra food rations tomorrow, he’d be happy.

“Alright you sons of bitches, get your asses up!” Donny opened his eyes to Aldo’s dulcet tones. Aldo was walking around the temporary camp, strutting and posturing and kicking the occasional soldier who was waking up too slowly.

Donny glanced over at Utivich. He was already up, and had half of his gear packed. Although Utivich wasn’t exactly avoiding looking at Donny, he sure as hell wasn’t making eye contact with him either. Fucking hell. Well, the kid should cheer up when he got double breakfast this morning.

Donny reached his hand out and groped for his bat. Once his hand wrapped around the handle, he started to go about the business of waking up. A long stretch, a good crack of his back and neck, and he was ready to start packing up his gear.

Across the fire pit, Donny could see Wicki heating up breakfast for the troop. Donny finished folding his blankets and putting them away in his sack, then tossed the whole thing on the ground. All the while he stared at Wicki heating up the gruel. Well shit. How exactly was he supposed to get Utivich his breakfast without all the guys realizing what had happened? He was pretty sure that Utivich didn’t want everyone to know…then again, that cheeky little fuck had announced his willingness last night in front of everyone.

Donny looked over at Utivich, who was walking over to Wicki to get his portion. Suddenly, Donny got a brilliant idea. “Hey Smitty!”

Donny jogged over to Utivich and draped his arm over the smaller man’s shoulders. Donny could feel Utivich cringe under him, but he kept going. “Smitty, listen up. You obviously aren’t getting enough to eat, judging by what you’re willing to do for some extra chow. Being the generous kinda guy that I am, I am willing to give you my ration of food today.”

Brilliant. Now, he could give Smitty his food, but pass it off as if he was just a nice guy. It was the perfect plan.

“Fuck off, Donowitz.” Utivich slid out from Donny’s arm and glared at him.

Donny frowned. What the hell? He was just trying to pay back Utivich for a job well done. A job really, really well done. Amazingly, un-fucking-believably well done…Donny blinked himself out of his reverie and started to get pissed. “What the hell Smitty? I’m just…” Donny caught himself, “…being a generous guy and all, and you gotta throw it back in my face?”

Donny shifted and looked around. Some of the Basterds were whispering and nodding in their direction. This brilliant cover-up wasn’t exactly going to work if fucking Smitty kept this up. Damnit.

Donny leaned in and lowered his voice. “Utivich, what the hell? Just take the damn rations.”

Utivich stared daggers at Donny. “I told you last night when you were on watch, I didn’t need the incentive of food. Just accept it as a helping hand.”

Donny turned and whistled at Wicki. “Food.” Wicki nodded, eyeing the two of them. Sagely, Wicki didn’t say anything, and just handed Donny his ration of breakfast.

Donny grabbed Utivich’s hand and shoved the bowl into it. “Just take the food before I put you through a fucking wall, alright? I don’t feel comfortable being in your debt, Smitty.” Donny glanced over at Wicki, who was trying his best to act like the food in the pot in front of him was way more interesting than Donny and Utivich’s conversation.

Utivich glared at Donny, but wrapped his hands around the bowl. “I’ll take breakfast. That’s it though. Eat your own damn food for the rest of the day.”

Utivich stormed away with his double portion, and Donny stared at him as we walked away. Aldo strolled up to Donny. “Son, you’re blocking my access to breakfast.”

Donny glanced over and stepped aside. “Yes sir.” Donny continued to stare over at Utivich, who by this time had sat down next to Ulmer. There didn’t seem to be much in the way of conversation between the two of them, as they sat and ate silently. “Son, whatever problem you and Utivich are having, you best get over it. Two day’s time from now, we’re gong to run smack-dab into a whole mess of Nah-zi’s, and I expect you two to be in top killin form. Understood?”

Donny grinned broadly at Aldo. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about, Lieutenant. Me and my Louisville are always looking for some Nazis!”

Aldo just contemplated Donny and nodded. “Alright son. Now get along.”

Donny turned around and frowned. Fucking Utivich, sitting over there. Eating his gruel. Fucker.

Donny’s stomach growled. Fuck. This was going to be a long day of missed rations.

They hoofed it for the rest of the day, covering a decent amount of land. Utivich had accepted Donny’s lunch rations without complaint, and now they were setting up camp for sleep and dinner. Donny’s stomach growled as his tossed his gear on the ground. A little testily, he set up his bed for the night.

“Fucking krauts. Who the fuck do they think they are, huh? Starting this big fucking wah, dragging my ass ovah heah to this fucking shit-storm, just because some fucker with a shitty mustache got a stick up his ass. You know who could grow a mustache? Teddy fucking Roosevelt. You know what? Fuck it. Everyone named Teddy is the greatest fucking man evah. I’m naming all my boys Teddy, once I start having some. Fucking asshole Adolf. Hey Wicki, Stiglitz, whoever. What the fuck kind of name is Adolf?” Wicki actually opened his mouth to reply, but Donny didn’t wait. “Fucking stupid name, that’s what it is. FUCK.”

Donny tossed his blankets on the ground and stormed off. He was hungry, pissed off, and every time he glanced over at Utivich, sweaty from the day’s walk, his cock would twitch, just to add to the myriad of irritating sensations assailing him that day.

Donny dragged his bat across the ground as he wandered off a little ways. He wanted to smash some heads in with it, but there weren’t any Nazi heads convenient at the moment. Barring that, he wanted to beat the shit out of a tree, but he knew he’d just end up breaking the bat if he did that. Donny settled for tossing the bat on the ground and pacing, muttering a string of curses.

Some twig cracked behind him, and Donny looked up. Utivich was there, holding two bowls of some sort of stew. “Stiglitz killed a rabbit. I didn’t want to eat your rations when there’s real meat in it.”

Donny’s face split into a grin and he opened his mouth. Utivich cut him off. “If you’re about to make a joke about ‘eating meat’ I will beat the shit out of you right here.”

Donny closed his mouth and frowned. Leave it to Smitty to ruin his fun. And that stew smelled so good…”Go fuck a duck Smitty, a deal’s a deal. I said rations for a day, not rations for…” Donny paused for a moment, “um…two-thirds? Of a day.”

Utivich looked pissed. “Congratulations on your arithmetic skills, Donny. Now take the stew. I’ll even say I ate it, if you want to save face.”

Donny got pissed off. Who the hell did this scrawny little Jew think he was, anyway? “What the fuck is your problem, Smitty? You’re all hungry as fuck, or queer as fuck, or something. Just what the fuck?”

Utivich calmly placed the bowls of food on the ground, before straightening up. He glanced over his shoulder, looking back toward the camp. The other Basterds weren’t visible from here, though every once in a while Donny caught a snatch of laughter or cursing on the wind. Utivich turned back and looked Donny square in the eyes. “Donny, you’re dumb as a stump.”

Donny stepped forward angrily. Sure, he might not be the sharpest knife in the bunch, but that didn’t mean he liked to hear about it. “You want to start something Smitty?”

Utivich took a step forward to counter Donny’s. They were nose to nose, or rather, nose to chin, given the few inches Donny had on Smitty. Utivich looked up at Donny. “Yeah, I wanna start something.”

Utivich reached a hand up around the back of Donny’s head and pulled him down into a fierce kiss. For a fraction of a second, Donny felt himself kissing Utivich back, and almost closed his eyes. Then the moment was over and Donny shoved Utivich back. “What the fuck? Fucking queer! Fucking ass-loving, cock-sucking, homo fucker! What the fuck?”

Utivich stood there and took the abuse as Donny angrily started pacing. After a few moments of this Donny glanced over. Utivich was still there. “Are you finished?”

Donny stormed over to Utivich, trying his best to look intimidating. It wasn’t really that hard to do: he had a few inches on Utivich, and was the fucking bear jew, after all. “I’ll beat the living shit out of you.”

Utivich stared calmly up at Donny. “Well then, what are you waiting for?”

Donny stared down angrily at Utivich. Little man, who did he think he was? Kissing him. Kissing him. Well, kissing him…it hadn’t been terrible. That mouth…that mouth that had just the night before sucked and licked and swallowed down his come…

Donny shifted uneasily. The more he stared down at Utivich, the more aroused he got. Those pink lips and flushed cheekbones. “Well, Donny. Are you going to do something about it?”

Utivich’s lips were twitching into a smile. Donny wanted to smack the smile off of his face. But his hair…dry now, but he remembered how it looked and felt, wet with sweat the night before.

Utivich sighed. “Donny, I know the gears in your head are slowly trying to grind their way to an answer. Let me help them out.” Utivich leaned forward and Donny flinched back. Utivich stopped and smiled. “Donny, relax. I’m going to kiss you. Just give it a minute. Then you can cuff me, give me a black eye, whatever you want.”

Donny’s mouth was dry as Utivich slowly leaned him. When he felt Utivich’s lips on his, Donny tensed up. Utivich, little, pretty, male Utivich was kissing him. Utivich pulled away. “Donny, close your eyes.”

Donny looked suspiciously at Utivich. “Donny, it’s for kissing. You close your eyes when you kiss a girl, right?”

Donny supposed Utivich had a point. Donny glanced around one last time, then obediently closed his eyes. After a moment he felt Utivich’s lips on his again. His lips felt soft, and after a moment he parted his lips. Utivich’s tongue slipped into Donny’s mouth, and it was like a fire flared up in Donny’s chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around Utivich and attacked his mouth furiously. Tongue clashing with tongue, an occasional clink of teeth.

Donny pulled away breathless, but didn’t let go of Utivich. He glanced around quickly, then pushed Utivich backwards into a nearby tree. He put one arm on the trunk of the tree, over Utivich’s ear, and looked down at the young man. His cheeks were flushed, lips wet and swollen. Donny leaned back down and captured his mouth again.

Donny pressed Utivich back hard into the tree, kissing him with ferocity. Utivich, for his part, seemed to be enjoying the attention, sucking on Donny’s tongue and occasionally nipping at his lips. After a moment Donny pulled away and started attacking Utivich’s neck with teeth and tongue, giving love-bites and then lapping at the sore skin afterwards. Utivich groaned and slipped his hands down Donny’s back toward his ass. Donny was too busy leaving a sizable hicky on a particularly delicious part of Utivich’s neck to notice, until Utivich’s hands squeezed Donny’s ass and pulled his hips in to clash with Utivich’s own.

Donny gasped and went a little cross-eyed for a moment as he ground his groin against Utivich’s. Utivich was panting into Donny’s shoulder as Donny thrust himself against Utivich, pressing him hard into the tree. “Donny…Donny…” Utivich’s eyes were closed, and Donny leaned down to kiss him on the mouth again. Utivich grabbed Donny’s head with his hands, desperately shoving his tongue into Donny’s mouth. Donny, for his part, was trying his best to bury Utivich in the tree with the force of his hips and tongue.

Utivich captured Donny’s tongue and sucked on it, then pulled away. “Donny…” he said breathlessly. He took his hands away from Donny’s head and started struggling with Donny’s belt and buttons. Donny glanced down and felt a twinge of guilt. Although Utivich was hot as fuck getting himself off last night, Donny wanted to give as good as he got.

“Wait, here…” Donny grabbed at Utivich’s pants and clumsily unbuttoned them. With both of their cocks free, Utivich took them both in his fist and pumped once, slowly. Donny’s knees almost buckled beneath him from the contact. “Fuck! Utivich!”

Utivich looked up at Donny and held out his free palm. “Lick.”

Donny didn’t bother to question the fact that he was obeying Utivich’s orders, he just eagerly grabbed Utivich’s wrist and started lavishing the palm with saliva. Once his palm was good and wet, Utivich replaced the hand holding their cocks with it. Slowly he built up a rhythm, pumping their cocks carefully and firmly. Donny writhed at the touch. “Ah, Uti…fuck…let me…harder you little…fuck…”

The slow, deliberate way Utivich was building up the pace was driving Donny mad, so he wrapped his, much larger, hand around Utivich’s. They pumped together, cocks slick with the saliva on Utivich’s palm. Donny leaned forward and kissed Utivich again, teeth clanking and all coordination gone. Donny felt Utivich tensing up beneath him, and in a moment Utivich’s warm seed was spurting between their hands. Utivich’s knees gave out and he slipped down. Donny caught him with one arm, and continued to pump the two of them with his other.

Donny stared down at Utivich, who was breathing hard from orgasm. A mumbled “Donny…” slipped from between Utivich lips, and Donny felt his balls tighten. Two more firm jerks of his wrist, and Donny came.

With that, Donny let himself drop the ground, taking the limp Utivich with him. They sat there for a moment, catching their breaths. Legs were tangled, sated cocks were still out of their pants, and Utivich was slowly tracing circles with his finger on the back of Donny’s hand. Donny panted and glanced over at camp. He could still hear the other Basterds’ voices, so he figured him and Utivich were safe.

Donny tucked his flaccid penis back into his pants and buttoned himself up. He then tossed himself back onto the ground and lay there, staring up at the almost-dark sky. He heard some rustling, and a few moments later Utivich’s face appeared above him. “Alright?”

For all Utivich’s confidence and aggression earlier, now he looked like just how Donny always saw him: a nervous little kid. Donny reached up and patted Utivich’s cheek lazily. Unlike that first night around the campfire, Utivich smiled at the gesture. “Yeah.” Donny paused for a moment, almost too tired to reply with a smart-ass remark. Almost. “Gotta say Smitty, I never thought you had it in you.”

Utivich rolled his eyes and kissed Donny gently. “Well, as soon as we have some time, you’ll be in me.”

Donny raised his eyebrows and smiled. That made him happier than the first time he got inside Fenway. Utivich smiled back, then stood up. Donny craned his neck forward to watch Utivich wiping dirt and leaves off his pants. Donny held his hand out to Utivich. “Little help?”

Utivich gave Donny a look that almost exactly reminded him of the way his mom would look at him whenever he got in trouble. Donny just waved his arm around imploringly. Utivich sighed, but walked over. “Haven’t I helped you enough?”

Donny grabbed Utivich’s outstretched hand and hauled himself up. However, he didn’t let go right away and pulled Utivich in for another kiss. “Hey, I did some work this time, too.” Donny looked down at Utivich’s neck and traced a thumb across a hicky there. “In fact, you’re gonna have a hell of a time explaining all that work I did.” Donny cackled and waltzed away.

“Yeah, well go ahead and explain your split lip!” Donny heard Utivich call after him. Donny grabbed his bat off the ground where he dropped it and ran his tongue across his lower lip. He hadn’t noticed that. Donny just marched ahead confidently.

“Eh, watchya thinking, Smitty? Who’s gonna mess with the bear jew?”

Donny twirled his bat happily and heard Utivich crunching after him. "Donny, wait up. Aren't you hungry?"

Donny paused and turned around. Utivich was standing there with the two nearly forgotten bowls of stew. Donny grinned. "Fucking A! Gimme that bowl! Fuck, being nice is hungry work.”

Utivich handed over the bowl, trying to look incredulous but grinning goofily instead. “Today was you being nice?”

Donny was slurping down the stew. “What the frig else would you call it?” Donny leaned down and kissed Utivich, warm broth still on his lips. Donny could feel Utivich melt a little beneath him. Donny pulled back and winked. “I’m a regulah saint.” Utivich smiled, hopelessly, and Donny grabbed his arm, hauling him back to camp.

Figumates Trade

2008-12-26T04:19:02Z

Merry Christmas everyone, or secular gift-giving season to those of you who don't really celebrate.
I got the four sets of figumates for Christmas (yay mom!) and so I am looking to trade my extras to round out my collection.

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Teppelin Capture Chapter 1:
Simon
Yoko (non-rare)
Kamina

Tepplin Capture Chapter 2:
Gurren Lagann
Kinon
Kiyal

Kamina City Chapter 1:
entire set, excluding the rares, which is
Gimmy's Grapearl
Simon (non-rare)
Viral
Nia (non-rare)
Gimmy

Kamina City Chapter 2:
entire set, excluding the rares, which is:
Darry's Grapearl
Darry
Yoko (non-rare)
Kinon (non-rare)
Rossiu

So, that is what I have to trade. I only need four figures, but naturally they are rare ones.
What I need:
Kamina City Chapter 1:
Rare Simon
Rare Nia

Kamina City Chapter 2:
Rare Yoko
Rare Kinon

Here's some pictures of the ones I have, kind of blurry but if you just *need* clear pictures before you trade, email me and I'll retake the pictures.

My e-mail is booklover@cfl.rr.com. Let me know if you have the four I'm looking for and want to trade, and we'll figure out logistics from there. I've never done the whole trade-thing before, so if something about this isn't kosher let me know and I'll change it.
Cheers!

73108

2008-08-02T06:15:46Z

I finished the whole thing! Oh my gosh yay!! I wrote a novel in a month!!!
Um, that's all I have to say! Done! Done done done done done!!!
Anyone got any publishing tips? I'm editing the hell outta this thing over the next month, having other people read it and working their comments/critiques into it all. So, here's my excerpt wooo!!

Type your cut contents here.
It's actually two excerpts. Ha! Tricked you! First one:

“We’re all weirdoes. Everyone. Not just smart people, not just the people who wear their weirdness on their sleeves. Deep down, we’ve all got our little secrets we don’t want others to know, even the must upstanding of us. Heck, if J. Edgar Hoover was a cross dresser, I think that about clinches it that everyone has their own eccentricies. Some of us hide it better than others. You know, I knew a girl in, I dunno must have been about seventh grade or so, who dumbed herself down to attract guys. And you know, she pretty much succeeded. She was able to fit in with the popular kids, and eventually she ended up dating some popular guy or something. But, her grades suffered, because she started worrying about social things, and she stopped challenging herself so she grew bored with school. I dunno what happened to her after middle school, we were never in the same classes again. However, it’s obvious to me that she sacrificed a higher education for ‘normalcy’, which, what is that anyway? She will probably get married before me, and she’ll probably get to start having kids and raising a family before me; the reason being that she was willing to hide her weirdness and make herself more appealing to the opposite sex. The positive for her is that she is able to interact with guys way better than me, and so has lots more practice. But the negative is that she has sacrificed her mind on the altar of mediocrity. That’s a sacrifice I will never be willing to make. You see what I’m saying.”

What? is that the entire moral of the whole damn book? No, not really. Just a portion of it. Also, not to totally love myself or anything but "the negative is that she has sacrificed her mind on the altar of mediocrity"....I love that line! Shut up, I'm not a narcissist! I just like that line I wrote a lot... *blush*

Second one:

George stared down at Phoebe. She was so beautiful, and so smart, and somehow also so utterly insane. He could not comprehend a person like her; people like her did not exist. They were trampled out, destroyed by school or peers or society in general. They were teased, and ridiculed, and so their personalities were crushed and buried in the dirt. They hid their true selves until they were no longer their true selves, until they became as filthy and pathetic as everyone else, buried down in the muck. And yet, here was Phoebe, alive, bright and shinning as the sun, an undiluted source of power and confidence and intelligence in the universe.

And no, Phoebe is not a Mary-Sue, George is just hopelessly in love. And an idiot. It's okay.

72808

2008-08-02T06:14:55Z

Whoa. So I've been gone forever. 1 full week of not writing at all. Wow. I suck.
But! I just wrote 4,600 words tonight! Yay! Hurray for Phoebe's long winded rants about absolutely nothing!
George is about halfway through. I just need him and Phoebe to have their study group/date thing, George to finally be a man and kiss her, and that about should wrap it up. Then all I've got is the final wrap up section, which'll be fairly short (one or two chapters) and that's it! done with the book! yayyy!!!!
Alright, excerpt time:

George wiped his hands on his pants and looked around. Everyone else was filing out, but Phoebe did not seem to notice. “I, um. That’s fine. We’ll just meet up, whatever.” George started to pack up his things quickly.

Phoebe cocked her head to one side in puzzlement, studying George. Then she grinned. “Oh.” Phoebe started laughing. “Listen, here’s my card. The best way to contact me is through e-mail, because I check it twenty-four seven. But you can definitely call me if you want to, although I hardly ever answer my cell since my brain just completely tunes it out and I don’t hear it. So feel free to call, and don’t feel bad if I don’t answer, ‘cause I just never hear the dang thing. But seriously, e-mail me this weekend and we’ll set up a study session Saturday or Sunday, to start getting ideas out, okay? And if you don’t e-mail me this weekend I will totally berate you on Monday for it.” Phoebe grinned at George again, then squinted calculatingly. “Actually, you know what? You won’t e-mail this weekend, I can tell. Gimme your e-mail so I can e-mail you Saturday night and bug you about why you didn’t e-mail me.”

Teehee. I love Phoebe. In case you couldn't tell, she figured out George had a crush on her in about 2 seconds flat. And this uber-dominate no messing around thing I've totally pulled on boys before. It's really funny to watch them try to sputter their way out of it. One time this guy totally had a crush on me, and we went to a movie together and everything. And so we were chatting before the movie and I said something like "wait, you weren't in ____ class with me, were you?" and he was like "oh no. actually, lemme see, which classes were we in together..." and so he sat there for a few seconds and pretend to think about it. and so i was like "____, you did not actually have to think about that. I know you already know which classes we've been in together." and he like, tried to misconstrue what i was saying, and said something like "oh, well i wanted to see if i knew what classes we were in...." and i just let it drop. but he's had a crush on me since fall semester last year, and so like, he totally knows EXACTLY which classes he's been in with me.
I'm a jerk, I know. But I'm actually really nice to all the lonely fanboys out there. I just like to get straight to the point. I really really really hate flirting. My idea of flirting is "hey. ... wanna go on a a date? we could grab something to eat this weekend?"
....
maybe that's why I epic fail at relationships. oh well!
72,449/50000

72008

2008-08-02T06:14:08Z

Wow. So I worked eight hours straight for my dad today. 10-6. Fuunnnnn. But luckily, last night George, the MC of my last kind of section, was like "rawr! You are not falling asleep vincenza! I will eat your brain and plot out whole scenes word for word until you wake up and write me!" so i ended up writing the first chapter of his section at THREE AM last night, the 2nd chapter of his section today, and i have pretty much his entire section outlined now. so yay!

By the end of the class period George was fairly certain he had no idea what Plato’s tripartite soul consisted of, but he knew exactly where the woman’s hair fell on her back. When the professor announced the end of class, the woman gathered up her books and hopped to the front of the room to bother the professor some more. It was evident she had been in his classes before, because from what George could hear they were asking each other about their respective summers and trading book recommendations.

For a moment, George hesitated on his way to the door. He could slide up to the professor himself, start up a conversation and, through that method, introduce himself to the young women. George walked straight out the door without looking back.

Poor, poor George. I love him so much and feel so incredibly bad for him. He is adorable and a complete idiot. *hugs George lots*
Unfortunately, I've got forensics practice on Wednesday, my birthday today (Monday), and a METRIC TON of research and reading to do between now and 7pm Wed. That I was supposed to be doing all summer, but...heh. I was writing a novel, damn it! So, I won't be writing George for about 4 days or so. :-(
On the good news side of things, I GOT A KINDLE! *dance dance dance* for my birthday! oh my gosh i have seen the future and held it in my hands and poked it and tilted it and been amazed! EEEEEEhehehe. And you know the first doc I imported to it? My novel. ^.^ Which meant that I actually ended up doing a lot of editing today for no reason; like, the first 4 sections or so. Craziness.
So, I'll see you guys after forensics on Wednesday. I've got about five law books to read between now and then. *Dies*

71908

2008-08-02T06:13:28Z

Finished Kim's section! Finally! *dance dance dance* It's taken me, like, a week. But I finished it! *dance dance dance*
So, now I'm on to sorta-unnamed-adorable-boy-last-whole-section section. ^.^ Right now his name is George, but I'm not positive. I just lurvul the name George, and I lurvul this character. So. It'll probably end up being George, actually, since, well, I COMMA SPLICE! no, because I'll end up growing attached to the name and it'll stick. Anyway, he's the last whole section character, so yay almost done! There's this mini-section after the last section, that has to do with this whole plot device thing. But that'll only be one, two chapters max. So George is the last full section. Yay!

So, but, the big news is, I finished Kim's section! However, you get no excerpt!
I know, sad day. But! I have a very good reason! Something happens in the chapter I wrote today that is a total like, build-up surprise twist sorta thing during the whole book. I mean, like, the reader probably should have picked up on it by then, but they should only be suspicious of it, not totally sure. And since every scene I wrote today has some sort of reference to this twist surprise awesome thing, I can't post anything.
^.^
So oh well, you'll just have to come back tomorrow. Then I'll have an excerpt from George's section.
Actually, maybe not. I'm supposed to work for my dad all day tomorrow, like, from 10 am to ? So all I have time for is going for a bike ride with him in the morning, and then getting back, showering, and starting work. Bleh. At least I'm getting paid.
65,825/50k

71808

2008-08-02T06:12:18Z

Well YAY my brain doesn't hurt today!! Alright! And now I'm only one chapter away from finishing Kim's section, so that is super awesome. So the section I wrote today is a little bit bittersweet, because there's this bit where Kim is rowing a 2k on the ergs, and I was in crew up until winter break last year. And I totally miss the girls and the competition and stuff, so this section made me kind of sad. :-(

Kim continued to power through the next five hundred meters, and suddenly she was at her last five hundred: the sprint. Kim could still breathe, her limbs felt exhausted, but they were still doing what she told them to. Kim somehow managed to pull her split down to two minutes four seconds, gritting her teeth and dripping in sweat.

By the last hundred meters her breath was coming in short gasps and she could not even keep her eyes open any longer. Selene’s excited voice was what alerted her to her victory. “Oh my gosh Kim you got two minutes six and a half! That’s three and a half seconds better than you’re last split, great job!”

Kim opened her eyes and stopped pulling, handle dropping from her arms and flying up to the machine’s top. Kim sat, knees bent inward, too tired to pull her feet out of the stirrups. “Kim you did totally awesome!” Selene went about loosening Kim’s feet straps and gently tugging her feet out of the stirrups. “Alright, come on, you gotta move around a little bit or your muscles are gonna tighten up and get all screwed up. Here, I’ve got your water.”

Also, I kind of am not sure of the "moral" for this bit. Because Kim's this crazy overachiever and ends up getting into a car crash because she fell asleep at the wheel, because she is in like, a bagillion activities and hard courses and junk. Aka Kim = me, plus maybe 3 activities to make it really impossible. Cause I'll admit, I've totally fallen asleep at the wheel before, however I've very luckily been jerked awake before anything bad has happened.
Point is, Kim needs to learn a lesson. Because she's doing it wrong. But I have no idea what that lesson is, because I am apparently doing it wrong as well. So like, what? stop and smell the roses? Enjoy life? Blegk. How boring and silly is that. So, I have the entire next chapter planned out up to her conversation with this other girl, but I have no idea what the other girl is going to tell Kim. Because I have no clue what Kim is doing wrong.
So. yeah?
oh and 63,359 wc. woo...

71808

2008-08-02T06:11:21Z

But who knows. I might. Damn headache. Had it all day today too, so I ended up sleeping most of the day and trying not to read things. I have to wear reading glasses because reading strains my eyes and gives me headaches, so that last sentence made sense. I might need a stronger prescription or something, I have been staring at this dang computer for 17 days straight.
So I got like, 500 words written. Wow. Awesome. Blegk.
I did go see the Dark Knight, which was AMAZINGEVERYONEGOSEEITWHOA!!!
So I'm feeling really energized and ready to get some serious writing done tomorrow, even if I have to close my eyes to do it.
Okay wow my eyes are already starting to hurt again and I'm typing this part with my eyes closed. So a quick excerpt and then I'm gone.
Type your cut contents here.

Kim rushed out of the classroom, silken hair flying out behind her. Throughout her forensic meeting Kim tried to come up with more ideas for her essay. She even made a mistake flowing the debate she was listening to and ended up dropping an argument during her rebuttal. The teacher, Mrs. Jenison, looked over at Kim concernedly, but Kim was too wrapped up trying to come up with essay ideas to notice.

After practice Mrs. Jenison stopped Kim before she managed to hurry out the door. “Kim, what’s wrong? You weren’t as focused as usual.”

Checking her watching, Kim waved Mrs. Jenison off of her. “No, I’m just having trouble with my college admission essay. I still haven’t quite got it figured out. Sorry, I’d talk about it more, but I’ve got to go volunteer. I’ll see you next week!”

Ugk I'll see you guys tomorrow, damn f*cking head...

71608

2008-08-02T06:09:53Z

OW. So I've had a headache all day for no reason. Blegk. Not a migraine or anything, since I don't get those. It's probably an eye-strain headache, what with all this staring at a computer screen, I may need to upgrade my reading glasses prescription. Awesome...
So, got some writing done. Not as much as I wanted, but I'm gonna try and finish up this section tonight over the next hour or so. I'm about 3 1/2 chapters into Kim's section, and my sections generally run 5-6 chapters, so it's probably doable. And after Kim, I've only got 1 more full section to go. And I really like the character in the next section, he's such a sweetie. So I'm excited about writing him.

Kim pulled her keyboard over to her and opened her word processor. Then she stared at the glowing white page for approximately five minutes without moving. Kim scrubbed her face with her hands, ran her fingers through her silky, black hair, and stared some more at the screen. Still, no words appeared on the screen. Kim reached across her desk and pulled the first application toward her, staring down at the essay options. Explain some type of adversity you had to go through, and how that has changed your life. Describe a moment when your life suddenly took an unexpected turn. Explain how you use a trying time in your life to the advantage of the community.

Kim played with her hair, staring daggers at the questions. She was not sure when it became a detriment to have a normal life, but apparently at some point it had happened. She had never had any adversity in her life, and her life had never changed drastically from one moment to the next. Everything just sort of built on top of each other, leading her up to the point she was. Nothing traumatic ever happened to her, no one ever tried to stop her from reaching her goals, her parents were both alive and happily married. For goodness sakes, she had never even had a family member die: all of her grandparents were alive and well.

Hi Kim. Welcome to my world when I was applying to college. I'm gonna go and look up some actual college essay prompts, but as I recall these were pretty much all of my prompts and it pissed me off to no end. I actually threw all the prompts out and ended up just writing an essay which was basically an information sheet about my personality and why I was gonna thrive in college. And it worked, sorta, but Kim is having a hard time with it right now.

Oohhh I wanna finish this section so I can get to the next section! The MC is one of those nerd-boys who is too scared and socially awkward to talk to girls. ^.^ It's adorable, and it's something I've had a lot of experience with. Because for some reason only really passive nerd-boys ever have crushes on me. Which is fairly annoying because I don't go for that type, but I do feel bad for them and am as nice to them as I can be. Poor fanboys.