Fic: The Gods Must Be Crazy
Title: The Gods Must Be Crazy
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Aldo/Donny
Word Count: 1691
Disclaimer: I own none of this, but revel in it mightily, regardless.
Summary: Sometimes when life gives you lemons, you give back some cyanide laced lemonade with a smile.
Notes: This is me waving a white flag to the muses. You win! This movie was ridiculously awesome, truly Tarantino's best and I really don't think I've ever gotten so worked up over Eli Roth before in my life. Win/lose? Not sure yet, but it's been incredibly fun :D
And there's one thing that Nazis hate more than Jew killin' Nazis: that'd be homosexuals.'>
There's one thing that Nazis hate more than Jews: that'd be Jews who kill Nazis.
And there's one thing that Nazis hate more than Jew killin' Nazis: that'd be homosexuals. Strangely enough, even the picture perfect Aryan sonuvabitches weren't saved from being hunted down like dogs and killed where they stood for that one minor factor of life. Sucked for them, course, but there was only so much that a guerilla group could do and fight for. Them being a proper gang of Jewish men, filled with hate for the Nazis, they fought for revenge and vindication of their fallen kin.
Course, Aldo ain't no fool.
He wouldn't go shoutin' to high heaven from any mountain about him not batting an eye on whatever warmed his bed; dick or tits, optional. When he was first contacted by Secret Service for this case, he figured that it'd be best to just pocket away that sorta thought and get to hunting. Work out any tension with his knife or with his gun, chew on his cigars and savor his snuff when things got too distracting and his body's needs got in the way of business as needed.
That was all before that grinning fool of a Sergeant came into his bunk with a scalp in hand like a cat would offer it's master a dead rat. They commandeered an outpost and were staying the night, savoring the feel of beds rather than dirt and sticks stabbing into their asses while they tried to get some shut-eye. So when Donny came in, grinning like his face had been cut in half, he held out the scalp for his Lieutenant to take.
"Yes, Soldier?" Aldo said over his cigarette. He was getting some reading done, taking in the adventures of Alice and her shit sense of direction while following some fuck-all rabbit. Made him feel a bit less lost in life, bit more aware of every step being real and being of his design when he compared it to that dumb girl. Drinking and eating everything with a label to do so; she coulda been poisoned or worse and then god knows what those talking critters would have done to her.
"Number one-hundred, sir."
Donny was about to burst with pride. He was almost dancing but held his body so still, rigid the way a leader would want his troops, but the blood on his fingers from the scalp broke with all that military neatness nonsense. Aldo just grinned, tossing his book aside as he hefted himself up from the narrow bed and put his hands on his hips. "Well I'll be," he began. Clapping Donny on the shoulder, Aldo takes the scalp from him and examines the cutting technique. Kid was eager, that's for sure, saw that when he was first given his troops that this one would be his most apt of all the pupils granted to kill as many god-damned Nazis as they could get their hands on. Hell, Donny was so damn good at it that he got a reputation that was something like magic that them Nazi soldiers would whisper to one another about.
The Bear Jew.
His Bear Jew.
"Debit paid then, huh?" Aldo asked, raising a brow and running a hand over his mustache. The scalp was tossed onto his desk, maybe he'll pin it up on the front door of the base before they leave; just a little message of 'see ya fuckers around' for any other Nazis in the area. Donny was just looking down at the floor, unable to fight back the grin and Aldo let out a breath in the moment of quiet.
Strange yeah, he thought, they bathe in their enemies blood practically, but it wasn't ever enough to shut up his dick when it came to something he wanted. Aldo didn't hesitate then, grabbing his soldier and slamming him against the wall. To his credit, Donny barely flinched and in fact complied all too kindly when he was turned to face the wall. He spread his legs on his own, planting stained hands on the wall and Aldo felt a big ol' shake run along his back as his belt was undone and his Lieutenant's hand shoved down inside to grab at his cock.
"Well now, I do think that you're deserving of a reward. Something that makes you remember this night, good or bad, soldier."
"Yes, sir." Donny's voice was a gasp, a little stifled and Aldo tipped his head just enough to peer at the man's face. Hell yeah, just as he thought, Donny's eyes were shut, face blushing like a virgin girl on her wedding night, and his lip caught up between a predator's teeth. Aldo gripped his cock tighter, squeezing from base to tip and then ran his thumb over that little slit at the top until he felt Donny rocking into his grip.
"Ain't none of the other soldiers done this for you, huh?"
"No, sir."
"Good, good," Aldo felt strangely possessive of his best and brightest. Sure Donny might be a bit of a kid sometimes, shouting about baseball and whining when they had to be patient before the kill, but ain't nobody else Aldo would rather have at his back. For that trust, he figured Donny ought to know that it was a reciprocated thing. His momma didn't raise a rude boy, at the very least Aldo knew that 'please', 'thank you', and always making sure to use a napkin when you ate was damn important.
It was why he spat on his hand before he slicked up his own cock, tugged through the fly of his pants -just enough for the metal to bite and Aldo grunted at the sting, at first- then pushed under Donny's ass to fuck between his thighs. Donny was a mess of groans and dragging his nails against the wall while his superior officer thrust against soft skin and coarse hair. With a hand still around the Sergeant's dick, Aldo made sure to take care with the occasional thrust, it kept Donny from getting off too quick and it kept him squirming.
Aldo rather liked the red handprints and drag-marks that his soldier was leaving all over the wall of the room he was bunking in that night. He'd wake up and look at them, made note to remember to do so between thrusts, remember the heat and warmth and the city-boy's voice swearing to gods that probably were doing themselves a favor by not watching.
He came, coating the dark hair on the back of Donny’s legs and the bit that peeked out from the crack of his ass. Donny came against the wall, a good splatter beneath the red and it made Aldo smile. Pulling away, he fixed up his pants after tucking his cock back in, and gave a long sigh through his nose. Waiting for his Sergeant to come to his senses and get dressed again -not bothering to wipe off, Aldo noticed- he ignored his still thumpin' like mad heart and flashed a toothy grin. The one his momma always said made him look handsome like his daddy.
"Hope to see more of this good work from you in the future, Soldier."
Donny was all smiles again, skin pink from blood racing beneath and stood at attention before saluting. "Yes, sir," he promised even though he was still a bit breathless.
Next time was before interrogating three prisoners. Donny was tucked away in a dark tunnel, some sort of sewer shit or maybe even leading to a mine of some sort; really it didn't matter. But it was all about the show of it. Aldo understood drama; sometimes you don't need to hurt a guy at all in order to torture him. Sometimes you just need some scary ass noises and the promise of a golem with a bat waiting for those who were less than cooperative.
But as the three soldiers are being paced out, as Donny was changing into something a bit more fearful that showed his arms and hairy Jew chest hair; Aldo felt like his skin was on too tight. He snapped his fingers in the near dark, seeing the flicker of a shine from Donny's eyes as he lit up his cigar.
"Get over here, on your knees, and you take care of this, soldier." While it might have been an abuse of power to some, that Donny dropped his bat and dropped to his knees before Aldo relieved the man of any duty-bound guilt. Even better when that giant mouth was around his cock, sucking and licking like someone who did it everyday, One large hand was on Aldo's hip, keeping him against the tunnel wall, while the other held onto the Lieutenant's shirt, bunched tight to hold the fabric up from his stomach.
"Mm... Just think about it. Think about the look on that Nazi's face when a cock-sucking Jew does him in." Donny groaned at his words and Aldo gripped his greasy hair, thrusting his hips faster until he was quite literally fucking the man's mouth and throat. He came hard, but his body relaxed and like a cat that got both the crème and the canary, Aldo can walk out and arrange for anything and everything to be done to those Nazi fuckers.
Donny meanwhile, he'll go a bit crazy with tension and that was just the way that Aldo wanted him. He wanted Donny on edge, jumpy and impulsive, because that only improved his Bear Jew's aim with his bat.
He laughed when Donny spat upon the corpses, making sure to pull back a deep inhale so snot and spit would combine to be something truly degrading to the body. But the way Donny looked up at Aldo, the grin and slow track of his tongue over his lower lip, reminded Aldo that there was a lot more than just those two factors now staining the dead.
Cock-sucking, Nazi-killing, Bear Jew just spat some of his spunk all over the body.
God Bless America. Aldo thought he very well might get all teary eyed from the sentiment.
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Aldo/Donny
Word Count: 1691
Disclaimer: I own none of this, but revel in it mightily, regardless.
Summary: Sometimes when life gives you lemons, you give back some cyanide laced lemonade with a smile.
Notes: This is me waving a white flag to the muses. You win! This movie was ridiculously awesome, truly Tarantino's best and I really don't think I've ever gotten so worked up over Eli Roth before in my life. Win/lose? Not sure yet, but it's been incredibly fun :D
And there's one thing that Nazis hate more than Jew killin' Nazis: that'd be homosexuals.'>
There's one thing that Nazis hate more than Jews: that'd be Jews who kill Nazis.
And there's one thing that Nazis hate more than Jew killin' Nazis: that'd be homosexuals. Strangely enough, even the picture perfect Aryan sonuvabitches weren't saved from being hunted down like dogs and killed where they stood for that one minor factor of life. Sucked for them, course, but there was only so much that a guerilla group could do and fight for. Them being a proper gang of Jewish men, filled with hate for the Nazis, they fought for revenge and vindication of their fallen kin.
Course, Aldo ain't no fool.
He wouldn't go shoutin' to high heaven from any mountain about him not batting an eye on whatever warmed his bed; dick or tits, optional. When he was first contacted by Secret Service for this case, he figured that it'd be best to just pocket away that sorta thought and get to hunting. Work out any tension with his knife or with his gun, chew on his cigars and savor his snuff when things got too distracting and his body's needs got in the way of business as needed.
That was all before that grinning fool of a Sergeant came into his bunk with a scalp in hand like a cat would offer it's master a dead rat. They commandeered an outpost and were staying the night, savoring the feel of beds rather than dirt and sticks stabbing into their asses while they tried to get some shut-eye. So when Donny came in, grinning like his face had been cut in half, he held out the scalp for his Lieutenant to take.
"Yes, Soldier?" Aldo said over his cigarette. He was getting some reading done, taking in the adventures of Alice and her shit sense of direction while following some fuck-all rabbit. Made him feel a bit less lost in life, bit more aware of every step being real and being of his design when he compared it to that dumb girl. Drinking and eating everything with a label to do so; she coulda been poisoned or worse and then god knows what those talking critters would have done to her.
"Number one-hundred, sir."
Donny was about to burst with pride. He was almost dancing but held his body so still, rigid the way a leader would want his troops, but the blood on his fingers from the scalp broke with all that military neatness nonsense. Aldo just grinned, tossing his book aside as he hefted himself up from the narrow bed and put his hands on his hips. "Well I'll be," he began. Clapping Donny on the shoulder, Aldo takes the scalp from him and examines the cutting technique. Kid was eager, that's for sure, saw that when he was first given his troops that this one would be his most apt of all the pupils granted to kill as many god-damned Nazis as they could get their hands on. Hell, Donny was so damn good at it that he got a reputation that was something like magic that them Nazi soldiers would whisper to one another about.
The Bear Jew.
His Bear Jew.
"Debit paid then, huh?" Aldo asked, raising a brow and running a hand over his mustache. The scalp was tossed onto his desk, maybe he'll pin it up on the front door of the base before they leave; just a little message of 'see ya fuckers around' for any other Nazis in the area. Donny was just looking down at the floor, unable to fight back the grin and Aldo let out a breath in the moment of quiet.
Strange yeah, he thought, they bathe in their enemies blood practically, but it wasn't ever enough to shut up his dick when it came to something he wanted. Aldo didn't hesitate then, grabbing his soldier and slamming him against the wall. To his credit, Donny barely flinched and in fact complied all too kindly when he was turned to face the wall. He spread his legs on his own, planting stained hands on the wall and Aldo felt a big ol' shake run along his back as his belt was undone and his Lieutenant's hand shoved down inside to grab at his cock.
"Well now, I do think that you're deserving of a reward. Something that makes you remember this night, good or bad, soldier."
"Yes, sir." Donny's voice was a gasp, a little stifled and Aldo tipped his head just enough to peer at the man's face. Hell yeah, just as he thought, Donny's eyes were shut, face blushing like a virgin girl on her wedding night, and his lip caught up between a predator's teeth. Aldo gripped his cock tighter, squeezing from base to tip and then ran his thumb over that little slit at the top until he felt Donny rocking into his grip.
"Ain't none of the other soldiers done this for you, huh?"
"No, sir."
"Good, good," Aldo felt strangely possessive of his best and brightest. Sure Donny might be a bit of a kid sometimes, shouting about baseball and whining when they had to be patient before the kill, but ain't nobody else Aldo would rather have at his back. For that trust, he figured Donny ought to know that it was a reciprocated thing. His momma didn't raise a rude boy, at the very least Aldo knew that 'please', 'thank you', and always making sure to use a napkin when you ate was damn important.
It was why he spat on his hand before he slicked up his own cock, tugged through the fly of his pants -just enough for the metal to bite and Aldo grunted at the sting, at first- then pushed under Donny's ass to fuck between his thighs. Donny was a mess of groans and dragging his nails against the wall while his superior officer thrust against soft skin and coarse hair. With a hand still around the Sergeant's dick, Aldo made sure to take care with the occasional thrust, it kept Donny from getting off too quick and it kept him squirming.
Aldo rather liked the red handprints and drag-marks that his soldier was leaving all over the wall of the room he was bunking in that night. He'd wake up and look at them, made note to remember to do so between thrusts, remember the heat and warmth and the city-boy's voice swearing to gods that probably were doing themselves a favor by not watching.
He came, coating the dark hair on the back of Donny’s legs and the bit that peeked out from the crack of his ass. Donny came against the wall, a good splatter beneath the red and it made Aldo smile. Pulling away, he fixed up his pants after tucking his cock back in, and gave a long sigh through his nose. Waiting for his Sergeant to come to his senses and get dressed again -not bothering to wipe off, Aldo noticed- he ignored his still thumpin' like mad heart and flashed a toothy grin. The one his momma always said made him look handsome like his daddy.
"Hope to see more of this good work from you in the future, Soldier."
Donny was all smiles again, skin pink from blood racing beneath and stood at attention before saluting. "Yes, sir," he promised even though he was still a bit breathless.
Next time was before interrogating three prisoners. Donny was tucked away in a dark tunnel, some sort of sewer shit or maybe even leading to a mine of some sort; really it didn't matter. But it was all about the show of it. Aldo understood drama; sometimes you don't need to hurt a guy at all in order to torture him. Sometimes you just need some scary ass noises and the promise of a golem with a bat waiting for those who were less than cooperative.
But as the three soldiers are being paced out, as Donny was changing into something a bit more fearful that showed his arms and hairy Jew chest hair; Aldo felt like his skin was on too tight. He snapped his fingers in the near dark, seeing the flicker of a shine from Donny's eyes as he lit up his cigar.
"Get over here, on your knees, and you take care of this, soldier." While it might have been an abuse of power to some, that Donny dropped his bat and dropped to his knees before Aldo relieved the man of any duty-bound guilt. Even better when that giant mouth was around his cock, sucking and licking like someone who did it everyday, One large hand was on Aldo's hip, keeping him against the tunnel wall, while the other held onto the Lieutenant's shirt, bunched tight to hold the fabric up from his stomach.
"Mm... Just think about it. Think about the look on that Nazi's face when a cock-sucking Jew does him in." Donny groaned at his words and Aldo gripped his greasy hair, thrusting his hips faster until he was quite literally fucking the man's mouth and throat. He came hard, but his body relaxed and like a cat that got both the crème and the canary, Aldo can walk out and arrange for anything and everything to be done to those Nazi fuckers.
Donny meanwhile, he'll go a bit crazy with tension and that was just the way that Aldo wanted him. He wanted Donny on edge, jumpy and impulsive, because that only improved his Bear Jew's aim with his bat.
He laughed when Donny spat upon the corpses, making sure to pull back a deep inhale so snot and spit would combine to be something truly degrading to the body. But the way Donny looked up at Aldo, the grin and slow track of his tongue over his lower lip, reminded Aldo that there was a lot more than just those two factors now staining the dead.
Cock-sucking, Nazi-killing, Bear Jew just spat some of his spunk all over the body.
God Bless America. Aldo thought he very well might get all teary eyed from the sentiment.