Basterds Ficlet: Because You Must, NC-17
Title: Because You Must
Characters: Dieter Hellstrom, with references to Landa.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 300 (triple drabble)
Warnings: Swearing, masturbation, and dark themes.
Summary: He shouldn't need to do this. But he does.
Disclaimer: Inglourious Basterds belongs to God Quentin Tarantino, I'm just borrowing the characters for the moment.
Notes: I'm not the one to blame for this. The person responsible knows who she is. ;p
Because You Must
Dieter shouldn’t think about it, but he does.
Landa just strolling in, managing to do what he’d been attempting for weeks, making that French scum squirm in his seat and spill his guts in little more than a brief chat. Doing what Dieter had been struggling to do for weeks, luring in his victim with a few sweet words before grabbing his head and forcing it against the chopping board.
It shouldn’t make his guts tighten, muscles screaming for release while tiny beads of sweat cover his skin, as he thrusts into a clenched fest, fingers squeezing hard so that it fucking hurts as he moves his hand.
He shuts his eyes and can’t help but want more, even though it’s already too much just thinking about how much fucking power Landa had without even lifting a finger. It makes him sick even as his free hand knocks things on to the ground, searching for that little bottle. He unscrews the lid, and ends up spilling half of the lube over himself and pretty much everything else, as he tries to coat his fingers with only one hand. He thinks of Landa cornering him like an animal, body so close that he can feel Landa’s hard-on even though they aren’t actually touching. He can see it so clearly as his hand moves under his calf, one finger probing against tightened muscle.
Landa grabbing his shoulder and spinning him so the side of his face is pressed flat against the wall, touching him just enough so that he’s moaning like some cheap whore.
He shouldn’t feel the need to do this, and when he comes, his fingers twisting inside to hit that spot, it shouldn‘t be Landa‘s dick that he wants fucking him hard up the arse instead. But he does.
Characters: Dieter Hellstrom, with references to Landa.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 300 (triple drabble)
Warnings: Swearing, masturbation, and dark themes.
Summary: He shouldn't need to do this. But he does.
Disclaimer: Inglourious Basterds belongs to God Quentin Tarantino, I'm just borrowing the characters for the moment.
Notes: I'm not the one to blame for this. The person responsible knows who she is. ;p
Because You Must
Dieter shouldn’t think about it, but he does.
Landa just strolling in, managing to do what he’d been attempting for weeks, making that French scum squirm in his seat and spill his guts in little more than a brief chat. Doing what Dieter had been struggling to do for weeks, luring in his victim with a few sweet words before grabbing his head and forcing it against the chopping board.
It shouldn’t make his guts tighten, muscles screaming for release while tiny beads of sweat cover his skin, as he thrusts into a clenched fest, fingers squeezing hard so that it fucking hurts as he moves his hand.
He shuts his eyes and can’t help but want more, even though it’s already too much just thinking about how much fucking power Landa had without even lifting a finger. It makes him sick even as his free hand knocks things on to the ground, searching for that little bottle. He unscrews the lid, and ends up spilling half of the lube over himself and pretty much everything else, as he tries to coat his fingers with only one hand. He thinks of Landa cornering him like an animal, body so close that he can feel Landa’s hard-on even though they aren’t actually touching. He can see it so clearly as his hand moves under his calf, one finger probing against tightened muscle.
Landa grabbing his shoulder and spinning him so the side of his face is pressed flat against the wall, touching him just enough so that he’s moaning like some cheap whore.
He shouldn’t feel the need to do this, and when he comes, his fingers twisting inside to hit that spot, it shouldn‘t be Landa‘s dick that he wants fucking him hard up the arse instead. But he does.