Then this is a Gun in Your Pants

Winter in Germany was always dreary. It was not snowing at the moment so the loan soldier could care less. He was alone at the seized home. He was not good enough to be at the meeting. Yes he was a Nazi, but not the pinnacle of perfection in their eyes, pale skin, white hair, and pink eyes were fare from being part of the master race. He was only here and not at one of the camps because of his father. He kicked open the door to where the former owner of the house was being kept. A tall burly man. He would have made a good solider had he not been so dark haired and skinned, and most importantly, a Jew. He hadn’t put up much of a fight when they took over his home. How he had managed to stay out of the camps was unknown, so the higher-ups thought there was a conspiracy going on. He was being interrogated, but had not been broken yet.

“So? Even after all that you still didn’t talk?” the lowly officer asked the man, pulling up a chair and sitting down in front of him, “They cut your cheeks with a red hot knife I see. Keeps the wounds from healing you know?”

The man looked up, glaring in contempt. “I’m not as stupid as your Fuhrer would have you think.” he said before spitting at the smaller man’s feet, “I am, we are, very intelligent, more then you.”

The solider slouched in his chair smirking. “Everyone is smarter then me. Even the mules.” He said, propping his legs on the man’s lap, grinding his boot heels into the prisoner’s groin, “I’m curious you know? They say a lot of things are bad, ja? I like men, but I’m here. What is you’re name?”

The prisoner only glared back. Not responding to the unwanted touches.

“Ah, you’re the silent type. Big, strong, I like that even more.” The young Nazi said, “I’m still here because no one knows what I prefer. I have slept with women all my life you know? What I really wanted was to sleep with a man.” He got up and sat himself in the prisoner’s lap, smirking. “I’ll ask again, what is your name? Mine is Hidan if you would like to know.”

“…Kakuzu.” the prisoner said, squirming uncomfortably, “Let me guess. You want to have sex with me right?”

“Ja I do. Everyone else is a wimp. They last only a few minutes of torture. Not you. You’ve lasted two days and your still defiant.” Hidan licked his lips, “I like that. If I untie you will you have sex with me?”

“I like women. And if you have sex with me, you will be sent to a camp. You have nothing to gain.” Kakuzu said, glaring daggers at Hidan.

Hidan sighed and took his gun, placing it at Kakuzu’s temple. “Will you say the same thing now?” he asked, “Sex with women is a bore. I have to do all the work. I’ve always wanted to be with a man, ja.”

“Shoot me. I don’t care.”

“If you do it, I will let you go free. Let you join the Dough Boys.” Hidan offered again, “Just let me get dressed after and you can knock me out with my gun.”

“I’d rather go to the camps then have sex with something as evil as you.” Kakuzu snarled.

“I’m not evil. I’m like you. Imperfect. The Fuhrer wants me dead as much as you.” Hidan sighed, “But you will still not cooperate, ja?” He sighed again when Kakuzu shook his head no. Hidan went to the man’s sweat and blood stained collar and began to unbutton his shirt. “We will do it my way then.” He roughly grabbed Kakuzu’s hair and wrench his head back, beginning to place kisses down his neck.

Kakuzu growled angrily, shaking his head to free his hair. “I will not give in.” he said.

“I am taking the wrong approach then.” Hidan said, getting off of the tan man’s lap and in between his legs, “Lets see what you look like.” He undid Kakuzu’s fly, taking out his member. He licked the skin roughly, feeling the organ twitch. “You like this?”

“No I do not.” Kakuzu said, glaring at Hidan, “My body is reacting on it’s own.”

“You are a man of control.” Hidan said before taking all of the man into his mouth, smiling as he heard him moan, “You do like this.” He pulled away, smiling even wider. “Will you have sex with me now?”

“No.” Kakuzu said, wincing as the albino man began to perform oral sex again, “Stop it now!” He panted and squirmed, hating not being in control. It went on for hours it seemed. “Alright… I’ll do it. But the first deal had still better be on the table.”

“It is. But there is a new part. Take me with you.” Hidan requested, “I do not want to go to the camps. I’ve been to one of them.”

Kakuzu glared darkly at the man before him. “Deal.” he finally said.

Hidan smiled, untying Kakuzu. “Wonderful.” he said, stepping back, “So how do you want to do this?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.” Kakuzu hissed, feeling like hitting the albino man, “Take off your trousers and lean over that table. I don’t even want to look at you.”

Hidan complied, smiling happily. “You think this will feel good?” he asked.

“I don’t care. I don’t want you to even like it.” Kakuzu said, holding his member in his hand and pressing it to Hidan's entrance, “Ugh, I can not believe I am doing this.” With that said he thrust inside of Hidan, feeling sick. He began to thrust in and out, hating the fact that it actually felt good.

Hidan winced a bit. It hurt a lot, but he could handle it. He looked over his shoulder and scowled. “You think you could go deeper Jüden?” the albino asked.

This time Kakuzu’s impulse to punch the man won. He bashed the back of Hidan's head with his fist, growling. “Don’t call me that. I told you my name, so use it.” He said, going a bit deeper on his next thrust.

The pale Nazi gasped. “Ah, that felt kinda nice. Go a bit faster now.”

Kakuzu scowled, punching the back of Hidan's head again. “Shut up.” He said.

Hidan shut his mouth, trying to get the best of the sensations he was receiving. Finally his unwilling partner went faster, making Hidan moan loudly.

Kakuzu winced slightly, going even faster to just get it over with. He leaned over the albino and put his hands on the desk. “This is so disgusting.” Kakuzu groaned.

Hidan bit his lip, keeping himself quiet as the sensation built up. His knees buckled, hissing and slamming his fists on the table again as he came.

Kakuzu retched, pulling out and backing away. “I’m done.” He said, putting himself back together.

Hidan rolled his eyes, also fixing himself up. “Ah, I have to get you to like me it seems.” he said.

“I won’t ever like you.”

“Sure you won’t Jüden.” the albino said, patting the larger man’s groin, “This is just a gun.”

Kakuzu tossed one of his books at the Nazi’s head. “Don’t call me that.” he snapped, grabbing a book and opening it up, pulling out a thick wad of money, “You Nazi’s are so stupid. Not even checking the books.” He grabbed another book and stuffed it in his back pants pocket. “I’m going.”

“We’re going.” Hidan said, grabbing his gun and following the man out and grabbing two trench coats off the coat rack. He looked at the title of the book Kakuzu brought.

Moby Dick.

He just wanted to laugh. Oh, he was going to like this man. Jew or not.