Pact With the Devil

Zimm Note: Alright besides butchering the German accent, develing into a time where thousands of people lost their lives because of bigoted hate to produce hawt smex, and the slight crack-ish quality of the fic I think this turned out pretty damn well. DAMN YOU COUNJURINGADOME AND YOUR TALLENT FOR DRAWING GAARA IN SEXY GERMAN UNIFORMS!!!!

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Words:4,144(roughly nine-ish pgs)

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Kiba Inuzuka had risked life and limb to infiltrate the Nazi military in order to feed intel back to the Brits and Americans. He was one of the few Americans who decided joining the war was a wise idea, that and he wanted to get away from home land soil when tensions started to rise. Only thing he missed when he took this mission, was his dog Akamaru. So far he had done a damn good job of keeping his head down, nobody really noticed his German wasn’t the best they all believed he was some sort of poor kid so his German would naturally be more slang.

He spoke the language well enough, and as he stayed undercover it did improve so he rose in ranks. Nothing spectacular of course, couldn’t draw unneeded attentions, but enough to be in on most of the planning. He then was able to relay that information. Information like who was who, what they looked like, some of their moves, and new prison camps.

Then word spread that a High general’s son was going to be visiting the area inspecting everything. Apparently he’d been found out, but not made, at least not yet. All he had to do is keep a lower profile than usual make himself apart of the scenery and he would be fine.

“Zuka!”

Kiba froze and turned, quickly saluting his commanding officer, “Sir.”

“I have assigned you to be the one who gives the report, you know this place inside and out.” Kankurou informed him all in German. “And no fucking around, my brother will rip out your throat.”

Wait… what?

It was apparently all on his face because his commanding officer patted him on his shoulder and said, “yes my brother. He’s a bit temperamental, we don’t usually get along very well that’s why I got sent here after our last battle together. I will say this for the bastard he is good at his job.”

Kiba nodded, Kankurou liked him and when they weren’t wearing the uniforms he was able to drink it up with the guy and play cards. He was a pretty good guy, to bad he was a fuckin’ Nazi douche bag.

“So get straight and make sure everything is as it should be.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Hail Hitler!”

“Hail Hitler.”

With that Kankurou left, others saluting as he walked by. So much for keeping himself out of the lime light.

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Kiba shoved some underling out of the way barking an order at him and the kid practically pissed himself. What were they sending him these days? Still it meant it was easier to keep the wool pulled over them if they were stupid. Then in walked a man, in the general uniform and Kiba was amazed to see the guy was his age, or there abouts. Kankurou was older which meant his brother was really, really good at his job. What was his last again? Subaku, he ran through the list of names and stories that went with that name while he took in the man’s looks.

The man held himself in such a way that commanded respect, blue eyes that would make any other German envious, hell it made him envious. Those blue eyes surrounded in charcoal meant to draw your attention, but what really triggered his memory was the flaming red hair, dark like blood.

Oh… shit….

He kept his calm though, no need to bring extra attention to himself, Kankuro Subaku walked next to him filling his brother in on whatever it was the redhead was to know. He mentally kicked his ass for not putting it together, maybe if he was lucky to live long enough, he could get it out there. Turning Kankurou into his higher ups would kind of suck balls but it had to be done.

They came to a stop in front of him and he saluted in a perfect manner. Everything had to be exactly precise or he could get fucked.

“This is my right hand man Zuka, he keeps shit together, Sir.” Kankurou informed him.

Blue eyes narrowed a moment as he looked Kiba over, and the guy tried not to squirm. A gloved hand rose and took off his cap as the man continued his inspection. He kept it together damn well on the outside, even if his heart pounded in his chest and he was seriously going to pass out. He was so screwed, this guy was way to observant. Kankurou was frowning but the man made no move to stop his commanding officer when the redhead reached out and twisted a lock of brown hair in his fingers.

He let go of the hair but made no move to return the cap as he clasped his hands behind his back and continued to stare.

“Interesting,” The man said in a very deep voice that had Kiba’s innards flip flopping. “Kankurou has told me that you will be able tell what I need to know. Stop wasting my time and do so now.”

“Yes sir,” he replied without skipping a beat even though he wanted to punch the guy for implying it was his fault. “we have a few mechanics here that have some potential but for the most part it’s a bit useless. I do most of the work. We have several tanks ready to go-”

“You know all of your men?”

“Yes sir I make it my business to know.”

“Then walk with me, I’m not here to learn about all this. I’m here to find a traitor.” Said the man before pivoting and walking away.

Kiba shot Kankurou a glance and the man gestured for him to hurry it up, so off he went following the redhead with his clip board and paper work. Maybe he could pin it on someone else, they were Nazis he didn’t have to be nice to them. It would have to be someone who was smart and competent, who’d been here as long as he had.

“Do you have any leads as to who it could be?” The general asked.

“I have two or three who could be.” He answered and started to race through his mind for something feasible.

The man walked into a room and Kiba followed in and realized they were completely alone. Not a good sign, but maybe the guy thought he was on their side and didn’t trust anyone. The man leaned casually against the edge of the desk and folded his arms in front of himself. Blue met his hazel and Kiba dropped his eyes.

“Let’s hear these suggestions.”

“Of course sir,” Kiba flipped through his paper work and quickly pulled out three sheets indicating who he thought was best.

Handing them over the redhead took them, looking them over, and nodded. Kiba was starting to relax a bit, he was still good. He still had this.

“Very good choices,”

Kiba didn’t like the sound in the guys voice, it was as if he had already known…

“For a traitor.” he finished looking up at Kiba.

“I would never betray my country.”

“No I don’t think you would, which is why you have been stabbing mine in the back.” He replied placing his gloved hands to either side of him to hold onto the desk.

Kiba noted, that the guy looked quite tempting like that, and then clamped down it. Homosexuals were slaughtered and tortured.

“Your vace and build is all vwrong,” the man said in English heavily accented with the German roll of the tongue. “But vat really gave you way is ze accent. Good, but not best.”

Kiba continued in German, it could be a trick, “I come from a poor family joined the military to fight for this country.”

“Good, dedicated,” the man replied but then tsked, “vut not one of ourz. I have been every vhere I know vat my language iz to sound like.”

Kiba finally frowned so much for escaping alive, maybe he would just be shot dead, maybe if he was going to die he could kill this highly decorated man. They were alone, he had his weapon. His hands twitched and he went to pull it out. The click informed him that the redhead had anticipated this move and was already pointing a pistol at him.

“You can remove that now and give it to me.” He informed him holding out his other hand for it as he walked forward to press the barrel against his temple with his right hand.

Kiba growled but did as told slapping his side arm into the open hand.

“No vhy don’t you go zit over there and be a good boy.” He said dangerously.

Kiba made his way to the indicated chair in front of the desk and had a seat. The redhead backed up to lean against the desk once more but the weapon never lowered. Smart man, though he supposed that was needed to make himself as well known as he was. A fuckin’ living legend right here in front of him. He felt a small amount of pride, he was good enough at his job that it took Gaara Subaku to figure it out.

“Now, I am villing to cut a deal.”

Kiba blinked at the man before him, “what?”

“You are ze one who reports back all the happenings, yes?”

He narrowed his gaze and glared at the man, what was this guy playing at? Blue eyes shifted towards the window where it was frosted over, the wind whistling against it rattling the pane. Winter here was a harsh one if you missed a meal you felt the cold.

“I am not vat I appear eizer.” He said at last. “I vill let you live if you please me.”

Kiba’s heart stopped, had he heard that right? He couldn’t have. “What?”

The blue eyes speared his hazel, “I am giving you life if you fuck me.”

Kiba started to breath again but slowly, “what if I’m not into men.”

The man smirked a cruel smirk, “Zen I guess you should think of some voman quickly and get ready or I vill kill you. Vut I know it appeals to you.”

“I could hurt you or even kill you.”

“Mm.” He replied.

The guy seemed, pleased with the thought. Kiba’s mind raced was this really happening? It couldn’t be. The guy could just be fuckin’ with him and at any moment someone would come busting in here. If he was found out to be…. He shuttered he did not want to end up like one of those guys.

The man growled impatiently and before he could say or reply anything his hair was grabbed roughly and yanked back on, lips crashing down over his own. Kiba groaned and his hands fisted in the black coat before his mind caught up to him. He was making out with a Nazi, not just any damn Nazi but Gaara Subaku. He wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this, but when a tongue slid into his mouth scraping against his barely open teeth his brain shorted out.

Another yank to his hair had him growling and he bit the guys tongue, hard enough that he with drew quickly with a curse in German. If this was really going down, then he was going to be in control of it. His left hand grabbed a hold of the guys wrist and squeezed until the pistol fell to the floor and he kicked it away, while his other hand divested the man of his cap tossing it over the desk.

“You’ll let me live how?” Kiba asked dangerously.

“Vat depends on you.” The man said taking his free hand to touch his tongue and pull away with a little blood. “You bite, I like biting…”

Gaara seemed unconcerned about the fact that he had the upper hand now, then again the redhead might still be in control. The thought itself was aggravating and he slammed the man into the wall his mouth crashing down onto the others forcefully. Tongues warred, and even though he should have been killing this guy he wasn’t. He hadn’t gotten laid in a year, and that had been some male prostitute.

Kiba’s hands quickly began to undo the black Nazi uniform over coat, if there was one thing he did like about German’s it had to be the officer uniforms. He wanked to images of them all the damn time, and if he wanted to be truthful Gaara pulled it off really fucking well too. Shoving the jacket out of the way and open, he loosened the black tie enough to start to unbutton the grey shirt underneath.

Gaara’s gloved hand practically ripped open his uniform and found no undershirt beneath it. Blue eyes, though this close the lighting gave them a tint of green, seemed to look upon his well toned and naked chest pleased. Kiba pushed the shirt out of the way leaving the tie firmly around his neck, leaned into the man, and dragged his teeth up his neck before clamping around on the soft flesh and sucking hard.

“Fuck!” The man cursed in German his hands yanking his shirt down off his shoulders.

Kiba’s hands dragged down the man’s torso raking at the skin, and started to undo the man’s belt. Gaara groaned and rocked his hips into him, the man’s hands going to his own belt to unfasten. Letting go of the man’s throat he delve into the front of the pants his hand squeezing while his mouth was back over the redhead’s.

Gaara pulled back, hips rocking into his rough treatment, and bit his lips hard enough to draw blood. He smirked, the man’s eyes were mostly closed and his face was flushed. Gaara really liked pain and biting which was good, he was a little heavy handed. Shoving the man’s pants down he stepped on them imprisoning the man’s legs for the moment, as he yanked off his upper clothes.

Gaara’s hands went to pull off the gloves but he quickly pinned his wrists against the wall above his red hair.

“No, those stay on.” He growled.

The redhead nodded, and Kiba smirked grabbing a hold of his belt and pulled it from the loops so hard he was pretty sure he would have some sewing to do on a couple of them. Stepping back he looked the German over, it was such a pity he was a Nazi other wise he would keep him as a pet. Separating duty and home life was a simple thing for him, he could have his lover be his boss easy and follow orders but behind the door it was then his turn. This man would be so much fun, but no this was only happening once.

“Get undressed, leave the tie and gloves on of course.” He ordered.

Gaara glared at him a moment for the command but did as told anyway quickly stepping away from pants and boots. His cock red and heavy standing at attention from between his thighs jutting from red curls. Skin pale and smooth, muscles toned and sculpted, standing proud and with power a cruel glint in his eyes. Kiba matched him with a smirk full of dark promise.

Still wearing his uniform pants, the fabric barely clinging onto his hips his own cock half way out of the front, he moved in and turned the man around and slammed him into the wall. The red headed German would have a few bruises but he didn’t deserve anything less.

“Hands behind your back.” He growled into the man’s left ear.

Gaara moved his hands to his back and Kiba made quick work with his belt wrapping it tight around the wrists, tight enough the leather bit into the man’s skin and he hissed from the pain. Now satisfied he could pick up the pistol and kill him easily at this point and be done with it he smirked. This was going to be great.

Pushing the man against the desk until he bent over it, he knew that the wrist restraints were making it a bit more painful, he pushed the legs further apart. Taking a moment he looked down at his handy work and smirked before bringing his hand down against the pale ass hard enough to make the man curse and leave a red print of his hand, instantly. Bringing his hand down again he was pleased when the man jerked his hips and groaned.

“I’m going to fuck you hard,” He told the redhead bring his hand down a third time.

Gaara moaned, “yez hard punish me.”

Kiba switched over to the other ass cheek and was satisfied to feel the tingle the smack left on his palm. The German’s forehead hit the desk as he groaned long and low and Kiba joined him in his pleasure. His hand came down again and Kiba shivered when the man groaned a curse word in his native tongue.

Leaning over the man he pushed his hand in front of Gaara’s face, “Suck Nazi and suck it good because this is all the lube you’re fucking getting.”

The man bit his bottom lip, moaned, and then opened his mouth taking his fingers into the wet warm cavern. A talented tongue swirled around his fingers lathering them in spit alternatively sucking hard enough to make his dick twitch. Okay, so if he lived he was totally going to try and get that fuckin mouth over his cock, but not this time. This time he was going to fuck the Nazi into the desk.

“That’s enough let go.”

Gaara opened his mouth but teasingly let the tip his tongue slide against his fingers as he pulled them out. Fuckin’ bastard was good with his mouth that was for certain. Moving fingers in between reddened ass cheeks he pressed his finger in and Gaara hissed, Kiba hoped that the man knew how to relax muscles because this was seriously all the guy was getting from him. Puling the one finger out a second joined as he pushed in and stretched the tight ring of muscle.

The man below him groaned and pushed back into his fingers causing Kiba to chuckle.

“You’re a fuckin’ slut you know that?”

“Probably.” He replied through clenched teeth.

Kiba added the third finger moving them in and out in motions that his hips were going to be echoing soon. The redhead’s words slipping past his lips all in his native tongue was maddening to listen to, but it was the sexiest fuckin’ thing he had ever heard.

Pulling his fingers out at last, Gaara whimpering at the loss, he undid the belt and tossed it to the ground turning the man around. The guy knew what was going on and as mouths collided again he hopped onto his desk and spread his legs. Kiba pushed down his grey pants around to his knees and followed the redhead up onto the desk the two of them laying on it width wise, Gaara’s head hanging off the other side.

Kiba slicked up his palm with his tongue and got his dick wet before positioning his hard thick cock at the man’s entrance. Gaara’s right leg lifted and wrapped up around his back heel digging into just above his ass as he pushed into the man. Kiba bit down into a nipple to keep himself quiet and that had the German choke on his words.

Sliding his right arm up under the man’s left shoulder he grabbed a hold of the black tie and tightened it’s hold on his neck just enough that the man understood what was coming. Arms wrapped around his shoulders and gloved hands tangled into his brunette locks and yanked. Kiba groaned and thrust up into the man.

“Do it, choke me…” Gaara commanded his voice thickly accented and full of lust.

Kiba pulled out and slammed back in yanking down on the tie cutting off the air for the other man. The redhead’s hands loosened a little from the lack of air and he let up on his choke hold as he pulled out. Again as he thrust back in he pulled the tie tight cutting of the redhead’s air way, Kiba dragged a tongue over the abused dusky nipple before he allowed the man to breathe again.

Shifting his hips when next he thrust in and tightened the tie he cut off the man’s cry and he groaned into Gaara’s chest. Snaking his hand between them he stroked the hardness in time with his thrusts, while he intermittently cut off Gaara’s ability to breath. Finally he felt his balls tighten up against his body and he managed one more thrust in, biting down on the man’s collar bone to keep from screaming his orgasm, his hand yanking the tie tight enough to bruise.

The redhead hand’s tightened in his hair as his cock spurted semen up between their bodies over sweat slicked chests his mouth open in a wordless scream. As Kiba came down off his high he felt hands slide off his body, and tasted blood in his mouth. With a weak arm be loosened the tie one last time and felt the man below him take a deep shuttering breath.

Kiba rolled off the man and panted, his legs hanging off the desk so his head could rest on wood. Beside him Gaara’s right arm lifted to open a drawer and he pulled out a smoke and lit it taking a long drag. Gaara left his body exactly how it had been during sex, his head hanging off the end of it. One of his legs bent at the knee his foot resting on the wood of the desk. The wound on his collar bone still trickling blood and his body used and bruised.

“So, vat now?”

“I don’t even fuckin’ know.”

“I suppose I should give you information.” He said taking another drag.

Kiba was silent for a moment, “what?”

“So vat is it your side needs to know?” He continued as if Kiba hadn’t asked anything at all.

Kiba tried to comprehend what was being said, “you’re turning traitor?”

“I’ve been seeking out the informant for avhile. I’m sick of Hitler’z rule.” the redhead explained.

“You mean to tell me this whole ploy to get sex was a game? You fuckin‘ planned to let me live all along?”

“Mm, I am still a Nazi bastard no need to ruin my reputazion.” Gaara told him sounding amused.

Kiba sat up on his elbows and looked over at the man and saw the guy smirking at him, eyes watching him side long as he took another long drag and slowly let the smoke rise.

Kiba growled, “Ass hole. How can I trust you?”

“I guess you von’t know until later.”

“I’ve heard what you’ve done this won’t excuse you.”

His face relaxed into a serious one as his eyes watched the cigarette burn, “no it never vill. I vase young and naïve, ambitious and eager to prove myself to father. Vut that is no excuse for vat I’ve done.”

Kiba reached over and took the smoke taking a drag himself and thought about it all. “They could find out.”

“As you know, there are vorse things that I could be vound out for,” the redhead replied finally sitting up.

“You’re serious.”

“Very.”

Kiba brought the smoke to his mouth and let it sit there between his lips as he thought it out. He could glean so much more this way, but was it the right way to do it? Did it matter? It wasn’t like he planned to tell his commanding officer that he was fuckin’ a Nazi to get what he wanted.

“Alright, I get information from you, what do you get?” Kiba asked handing the smoke back to the German when he held out his hand for it.

He took a drag, held it a moment, then opened his mouth and let it roll out of his parted lips, “my life meaning somzing other than death.”

Kiba would have thought any other man full of shit for saying such a thing, but the redhead was so serious and his eyes were clouded with an emotion Kiba could pinpoint. Sitting up he tangled his fingers in the red hair and brought him in for another crushing kiss. Pulling back his finger tips traced over the bruise line around the man’s pale neck.

“Back to work then.” Kiba stated switching back to German.

“Ve will have to work on your German.”

“Nobody else has ever been able to tell.”

“Maybe so, but there’s no need for you to get fucked over.” He replied in his Native tongue.

Kiba snorted, “you mean other than by you.”

“Precisely.”

~END~