Notes

Being here for three years now, Ivushkin dreamed only of freedom. Sitting in the corner, on his bunk, he dreamed tirelessly. But... how would he escape? 7. Seven unsuccessful escapes. On the eighth attempt, he'd obviously be killed. But he doesn't care, to put it mildly. He'd rather die than continue to be tortured by the Nazis. Even though his body is used to this kind of "entertainment", he still can't. Everything... hurts. Everything. Both body and soul.

The door creaked. But Nikolai didn't even move an eyebrow in the direction of the sound. Footsteps were heard, clearly headed in his direction. He knew who it was.
...Jaeger
The Standartenführer stood in front of his toy.
"Name. Titel." Once again, Jäger said, taking the Junior Lieutenant by the chin.

He remembered, their first debriefing. Fritz, not getting an answer, drew his revolver and aimed it in Anya's direction.

"Eine." He started his count, the dog. "Zwei. Drei. Vier. Fünf."
But Kolya was well-versed not only in tanks but also in the behavior of these dirty crooks. Even though he had been fighting against them for a year. But those tortures were not in vain. Having guessed that Jaeger would cheat, would not shoot the only artifact, their interpreter, he remained silent.
The Standartenführer realized that this Russian was not so simple, put down his weapon, and walked out.

"Sollen wir ihn foltern?" was heard behind the door.
/"Shall we torture him?/
"Nein!" Jaeger ordered fiercely.

Since then, he came to him.
"Name. Titel." The Standartenfuhrer repeated.
"I won't tell you anything," muttered Junior Lieutenant Ivushkin. He only grinned.
"Gut Russisch, gut. "
/Good Russian, good./

Jäger sat down next to him. He grabbed Kolya by the arm and pushed him down on his lap. Ivushkin hissed in pain. Fritz pulled down his pants.
"Schlecht Russisch, schlecht junge," sweetly murmured the fascist.
/Bad Russian, bad boy./

The slaps echoed. Klaus, to put it mildly, was tired of the coddling. He had wanted it for a long time. The Standartenfuhrer's dreams were dirty, dirty, involving this Russian. And all because of that battle, at some village, the name of which Jaeger would not remember. What's the point of it? They wiped it off the face of the earth. He liked how this tanker, who had only one tank, defeated almost everybody. Almost. And if on that day, luck would have turned on the Russian tank, he wouldn't have dreamed. Wouldn't have slept because of that cocky Russian.

"What are you doing?" Ivushkin shouted.
"Ich will dich bestrafen." Hot breath sounded above his ear.
/I want to punish you./

Kolya got goosebumps. Jaeger unceremoniously slipped his finger into his anus. There was a disgruntled hiss. Without waiting, he stuck a second one in as well.
"Na-me. Ti-tel," repeated Fritz.
"You won't wait..." A little trickle of saliva flowed from his mouth.
It was the last straw for the fascist. He sharply stuck his third finger in as well. There were sharp thrusts. Ivushkin yelled and kicked, but very quickly weakened and gave up the idea. He felt Fritz's excitement with his thigh. It pleased him and frightened him at the same time.
Ivushkin would never admit it, but he wanted it himself. Somewhere subconsciously, such thoughts flashed through his mind. And over time, all this torture on the part of the Nazis began to please him. A sharp jolt knocked him out of his inner world. A loud moan of pain was heard, which was quickly silenced by a kiss. Fritz kissed roughly, greedily. It turned Kolenka on so much. Klaus unbuckled his belt and with a quick movement got rid of his pants.
The Standartenfuhrer put the tanker's back on the bunk, threw his legs over his shoulders.
He caressed the aroused flesh of the Russian. He only groaned and tried to find where to put his hands. Sharp entry into the tight hole. A loud moan came off Ivushkin's lips. Jaeger immediately began to pick up speed.

"Stop. You're hurting me!" shouted Kolya.
"Kein halt," Fritz said, kissing the Russian's lips.
/No stopping./

Klaus kissed as greedily as ever. When he ran out of oxygen, he was forced to leave his lips alone. He moved on to his neck. Jaeger would bite it, sometimes gently, sometimes to the point of blood, which made his partner shush as well. He immediately corrected himself by licking off the blood. Leaving paths of kisses he moved on to her collarbones, shoulders. He liked to use a form of education: carrot and stick. Kolya was tight, which further tore the roof off the German soldier.
After a couple of thrusts, Klaus heard not the usual cries, but moans. Moans of pleasure. It couldn't help but feel good. Kolya's legs wrapped around his back, bringing Fritz closer to him. And he didn't mind. The junior lieutenant began to show his own affection and ask for it. He kissed his lips softly, lovingly. He began to unbutton his tunic. But his hands were trembling, the excitement was building up. The German himself could not stand it and helped him take it all off. Kolya immediately began to bite his neck. But unlike Jaeger, he did everything carefully. Putting love into every gesture he made.
Klaus didn't slow down. And at the next thrust, he heard some new sound. He had found it. A point of pleasure. He began to move along that trajectory. The moans were louder and louder. Kolya scratched his white back.

"Fritz..." started shouting Ivushkin.
"Klaus. Mein name ist Klaus." said the Nazi in his ear. "Dein name und Titel?"
/Klaus. My name is Klaus./
"Ivushkin Nikolai. Junior Lieutenant." While holding back a groan the Russian tankman whispered.
"Gut.

He made it. Three months of coming here. Sweet speeches. Jaeger made it. He recognized his love's name. Kolya. They were also namesakes. A smile appeared on his face. It was the first time Ivushkin had ever seen anyone smile. Especially, an enemy. The smile was sincere, kind.
Nikolaus felt like he was about to cum. He quickened his pace. Pounding Ivushkin's body into that filthy, not meant for their comfort bunk.

"Kolya..." Fritz said on an exhale and came.
Kolya himself followed him.
Klaus pulled out of Ivushkin. He began to dress slowly while the Junior Lieutenant breathed frequently, regaining his breath. Once dressed, he helped the tanker get dressed as well. He kissed him goodbye on the very lips and went out. Kolya sat and drilled one point.
"Bringt Ivushkin in Ordnung. Waschen Sie es und entfernen Sie den BART." Jäger commanded his subordinates.
/Get Ivushkin in order. Wash him and shave his beard./
"Verstanden, Standartenführer."
/Understood, Standartenführer./