Fic in progress (original) (raw)

Okay, this is a HavocxFury fic IN PROGRESS. kira_k does the same actually and maybe I'll get some quick betas if I post it here... Although I already killed half of my commas XD

I got the idea long ago, I even requested it as a drabble from laylah. She did something much-much softer that I will. I'm just warning you, this isn't a copy or a rip, this was and is MY idea, no matter where you'll encounter it (somebody mentioned on Laylah's journal, that the drabble gave her ideas.)

Anyway... I had to browse some one dozen sites until I managed to find the correct date, when did the deportation of the Jews started in Poland. But in the end, I acquired the knowledge and I was happy, as it fitted my plans.

If the mere mentioning of malesmut, noncon and Nazis freak you out, get out now.

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It was a cold night; the late September moon’s pale light illuminated the ruins and the almost bare trees. A chill breeze blew, trying to sneak under the small-framed young man’s brown coat. Cain tightened the scarf around his neck a little and continued his way.

The sky was clear that night. The stars twinkled but they seemed cold to the youth like ice crystals. The indefinable fear, which lingered above the city made him nervous. He already got used to that uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. It never left, not even when he got home to his warm room’s safety. It was a childish thing actually. Cain knew that walls can’t keep out the soldiers if they decided to do something terrible. It was unnerving to see how strong, stable men started to tremble when they glanced at the German soldiers walking on the streets and many of them fled already, leaving their families behind. At least, the women and children didn’t have to be that wary, as there was a promise made that the Germans won’t fight with them.

Cain sighed. He thought about leaving too before it was too late. The plans were ready, the money was gathered, and the suitcases packed. The first stop would be Budapest, then Paris and then New York. The Promised Land! Cain almost smiled at the thought.

He turned round the corner and almost halted in fright as he spotted the well-known uniforms. About half dozen men were lazing in front of a pub, smoking and drinking strong vodka, most probably off duty although they all had their weapons with them. Cain swallowed and tried to look natural, passing them with casual steps. Just a passer-by, no need to pay attention.

The soldiers were too occupied fortunately. They didn’t bother themselves by the late pedestrian just continued to drink and chat, sometimes laughing out on some joke. Cain left them behind and he let out a small, relieved sigh. He heard stories about his kind being treated not too nicely in Germany and Austria. The news spread rapidly as the first refugees crossed the country, heading towards the eastern and southern borders to seek shelter at relatives.

He glanced back once before turning on the next corner but suddenly he bumped into somebody. The young man looked up and his eyes widened. A tall, blond haired, blue-eyed German soldier stood in front of him.

“E-entschuldigung Sie bitte, ich hab Sie nicht gesehn”. (Excuse me, I didn’t see you.) Cain stuttered. He felt lucky that he could spoke several languages and he barely had any accent.

The handsome soldier stared down at the frightened youth for a few seconds then nodded slightly. “Hey, no problem. Say, do you have a light?”

“I’m sorry, Sir, I don’t smoke,” Cain answered politely.

“Ah, well.” The soldier shrugged. “What are you doing out here in this late hour? It’s not too safe to wander alone.”

“I was at a friend. We studied together.” The small young man replied still politely but a tad bit nervous. He felt uneasy, not just because the one in front of him was practically an enemy but because the blue eyes flickered with something Cain could only define as hunger.

“I see,” the soldier leaned against a wall casually. “So that’s your textbook?” When the youth nodded, the blond man reached out for it. “What do you study?”

“Biology...,” Cain replied and he fought hard to conceal the trembling of his hand. He didn’t lie, they really studied and that was really a textbook but he suddenly remembered that he carelessly left a note between the pages – and it was written in Hebrew. As the soldier began to flip the pages, the young man started to pray. He had a vague bad feeling that it really shouldn’t turn out that he’s a Jew.

**edit: added on 2005-VII-02**

The tall man examined the book thoughtfully and in the end, he found the note. Raising an eyebrow, he held the paper up studying the writing on it as if he would understand what it said.

“Well, well, look what we have here,” he drawled with a wolfish smile. “This is Hebrew. You’re Jewish, little one?”

Cain’s first thought was to lie but he wasn’t able. He was always proud of his heritage and he never denied it. “Is there a problem with that, Sir? I didn’t do anything.”

The soldier carefully placed the note back into the book and handed it back. “It’s not you who did anything, little one,” he said then, not letting go of the volume immediately. “It’s your kind. You’re nothing but a menace to the world, claiming the financial power and taking up the places on the universities. You will learn a valuable lesson soon. Very soon.”

Cain gasped at the cruel and unjust words. His chocolate brown eyes flared up with anger and his body tensed up, as he would have been ready to jump at the German’s throat. However, his reasonable mind screamed at him in time. The flames died away and the small youth’s shoulders sagged somewhat. “It’s late already, Sir. I better go.” He bowed politely and turned to leave.

In the next moment, a strong hand yanked him back, grabbing his wrist with bruising force. Cain was slammed against the cold, hard brick wall. The force of the impact knocked the air out of his lungs, the book fell out of his hand, and a small cry escaped him. He was pinned down by the weight of the soldier’s body and those cold blue eyes were only a few inches away from his own.

“Where you think you’re going?” the German snarled oddly delighted. “You’re a Jew. We hunt Jews. I could shoot you right here and now and nobody would give a damn.”

Cain’s eyes widened at the threat. His heart drummed furiously in his ribcage, the fear paralyzed him almost completely. Before his mind’s eyes, images flashed; the smiling face of his sister, Miriam. Ever since their parents died, Cain was her guardian and the small-framed youth wow to stay beside her no matter what. He had to think about her well-being and not do anything, which might kill him. He swallowed hard.

“Please, Sir, let me go. I didn’t do anything. What do you want from me?”

“Ah, I could take you to the headquarters and interrogate you,” the soldier offered casually. “I’m sure you know the names of all the Jewish families around here. Maybe even a few names of wanted fugitives. And don’t think you could heroically endure the questioning and go home victoriously.” The tall man traced a finger over Cain’s face. “Your skin is too smooth and your body is way too frail, you’re surely not the type who does regular exercise. And we’ve broken taller, older, and stronger men before.” His grin turned devilish. “We broke them to pieces.”

Cain was close to the panic. The soldier’s touch was odd. Not forceful or cruel but gentle and slow. “I… I really don’t know anything. I’m just a student. Please Sir, I beg you, let me go!”

“Alright,” the soldier sighed dramatically, “just because you’re asking so nicely. But first, you have to do me a favor.”

Cain could barely believe his ears. He nodded eagerly. “If I can, I’d do anything, Sir.”

The soldier smiled and his face changed completely. The small youth had to admit that he was very handsome and that smile was warm like sunshine.

“Follow me,” the German said, “and don’t forget your book.”

Cain nodded, picked up the fallen volume, and stepped next to the man.

**edit: added on 2005-VII-03**

After some ten minutes of walk, they arrived to a nice-looking house. Cain’s eyes instantly picked up the telltale sign on the doorpost. This was a Jewish home. The windows were dark and the door wasn’t locked. The soldier simply entered and this alarmed the small youth. This wasn’t proper, to enter somebody’s house without invitation.

Inside, the once neat house was a mess. As if robbers would have been there, the furniture and various household items were in disarray, clothes lay about bearing marks from dusty boots. The uneasy feeling returned and Cain clutched his book closer for reassurance. “What happened here?” he asked on a small voice and he recoiled a little as the German opened the master bedroom’s door and beckoned him to follow.

Don’t worry,” the soldier smiled gently and as Cain entered the room, the taller man closed it and leaned to the wood. “There’s no-one here and there won’t be until tomorrow morning. We came here and did a little investigation because we heard some rumors about this house’s resident. We were informed that this merchant was hiding fugitives from Austria. We peeked around here and what a surprise, we indeed found somebody here.”

Cain’s mouth went suddenly dry. His instincts told him it wasn’t an award winning idea, to agree in helping this soldier. “What happened to them…?” he asked although he had his own guesses.

“They were taken away for interrogation and I’ll believe, they’ll be sentenced soon,” the soldier shrugged then placed his rifle down and drew his pistol, aiming it at Cain’s chest. “Now, undress.”

The chocolate eyes took the size of a teacup. “Excuse me…?” he breathed, taking a step backwards. All the frightening stories about blood, pain, and suffering came back to him in a rush. “Why…? What do you want from me?”

The German rolled his eyes. “Okay, I’ll be blunt to speed things up. Although I love women, I also enjoy the body of pretty guys like you. I’ll take you and after that, you’re free to go. Be a good boy and don’t make it difficult. It’ll only hurt you more.”

The small-framed youth felt sick. He was about to be raped by another man! What was this madness all about??

“Sir, I can’t do that, I’m not allowed.” He knew perfectly it won’t make the soldier reconsider but he couldn’t just blindly obey! “God forbade us to lie with another man.”

“Even the better.” The tall German’s smile lost its warmth it became icy and evil. “Ah, the thrill of the forbidden. Do you think they won’t shoot me down as well if it turned out that I had my way with a boy, who’s a Jew on top of that? That’s what makes it more exciting.”

Cain collapsed on the edge of the bed, dropping the textbook again. Tears came into his eyes and his lips trembled as he spoke up barely audibly. “Please… don’t. Not that. Please, anything but that.”

The soldier stepped to him, crouching down. One of his hands cupped the youth’s face gently, while the cold metal tip of the pistol traced Cain’s jawline.

“Then, little one, I’ll kill you here and now. I don’t really want to but I won’t hesitate if you keep resisting. I promise to be gentle but only if you cooperate.”

The chocolate eyes fluttered shut and a few teardrops rolled down on the pale face. The small-framed youth let out a trembling sigh and nodded. He had to endure this, for his sister’s sake.

The soldier smiled and leaned closer to place a kiss on those tempting pink lips.

**edit: added on 2005-VII-04**

Cain gasped and that allowed the other’s tongue to sneak into his unwilling mouth. The German was indeed gentle and that was even worse than any pain. The small-framed youth’s first reaction was to press his hands against the broad chest and try to push the soldier away. However, the pistol pressing against his neck stopped him.

“Just as I said, resist and you’ll be dead. Be a good boy and don’t be so shy. Kiss back.”

It wasn’t a real order but Cain knew that disobedience would meet disapproval. So he closed his eyes again and offered his lips to the taller man. This time, the youth hesitantly reciprocated moving his lips a little and brushing his tongue against the other warm piece of flesh. This wasn’t his first kiss of course but he hasn’t kissed many this far. And the soldier was very skilled. His tongue caressed and explored lazily, discovering every little corner. For his slight horror, Cain recognized that it even felt good in a certain way.

When the German pulled back, the small-framed youth was flustered prettily, much to the soldier’s amusement.

“You look so cute like this. If you behave, I’ll make it a pleasant experience for you too. Now, take down those clothes.” He straightened and placing his weapon to the dresser-table, the soldier began to unbutton his uniform jacket.

Cain’s hands trembled as he wrapped out his scarf, dropping it on the floor. His coat landed there too. This wasn’t a situation, which would have required the proper behavior. Next came the dark jacket and the nice vest with the silk back – Cain folded it carefully, trying to conceal his golden pocket watch’s chain. It belonged to his grandfather once. The white, properly ironed shirt – the little Miriam was a wonderful housewife – followed soon after.
By the time he finally pried off his underwear, Cain was blushing from top to toe. He crouched down on the bed, trying to cover his bare body as much as he could. He was shivering but not because of the cold as the room was still warm. Apparently no one bothered to switch off the heating.

The soldier too shed his uniform completely and he stretched comfortably, unashamed of his body. True, as Cain cast a glance on him, he had to admit that the German was a wonderful example of a soldier. He was tall and nicely muscled with broad shoulders, narrow waist and fair skin. A thin layer of golden hair lined his arms and long legs as well as his chest. Golden curls framed his manhood too, which was already a little interested.

Cain bit into his lower lip and tore away his gaze.

The bed shifted from the German’s weight as he crawled behind the small-framed youth and placed his hands on the narrow, albeit shapely shoulders. “Say, little one, what’s your name?”

The youth told him.

“Cain,” the soldier grinned. “That doesn’t fit you. A real Cain would have fought with me. You’re more like an Abel.”

The smaller man didn’t reply. It was bad enough even without the Bible jokes. However, his thoughts were interrupted as the strong hands sneaked to his chest, stroking gently while the velvety lips began to caress Cain’s neck. He shivered from the touch and his fists clenched involuntarily.

“You forgot to take off your glasses, silly,” the soldier murmured and he carefully removed the black-rimmed spectacles, dropping it on the heap of clothes. “If you won’t loosen up, it’ll hurt like Hell. Surprising as it may be, I don’t enjoy others’ pain. I can cope with it but I don’t enjoy it. I’m not expecting you to be all enthusiastic but relax. You’re cute, I don’t want to hurt you.”

He sounded sincere. Even though this was simply rape, Cain appreciated the promise of to be gentle. After all, he’s not doing this out of his free will but for Miriam’s sake so God will most likely forgive… and if he cooperates, it’ll be over sooner. He sighed deeply and nodded. “I’ll try my best, Sir.”

**edit: added on 2005-VII-05**

“Good,” the German purred. He caressed Cain’s arms and slowly lifted them that he could touch the smooth chest undisturbed.

The small-framed youth swallowed lightly. He felt exposed and vulnerable. The long, skilled fingers roamed up and down on his skin, sending tiny sparks through his nerves. It shouldn’t have been good but it undeniably was. Cain whimpered when the soldier found his pink nipples, rolling them until they hardened.

“You’re enjoying this,” the low chuckle came from behind. Cain didn’t answer.

One of the large but warm hands slipped to the youth’s stomach, rubbing it in slow circles, drawing the blood down. Cain felt himself harden slowly but despite the nice tingle, it still felt wrong.

“Spread your legs, little one, I want to see you.”

Cain’s breath hitched but he knew he had to obey. Shifting a little, he parted his thighs. The air’s touch on his crotch sent shivers up on his spine as well as the knowledge that the German is staring at his most private area.

“Ah.” The voice carried a little surprise. “I almost forgot that your kind hates sex and does everything to disable themselves.”

Cain’s eyes flew open and he tilted his head to the side to face the other man. The blond one chuckled and grabbing Cain by the shoulder gently, he forced the youth to lie down.

The younger man shivered again. Now, he was even more exposed. Afraid of doing something, which might anger the soldier, Cain pressed his palms to the linen. His manhood was almost fully erect by now, thanks to the other man’s gentleness.

The soldier took Cain’s member into his hand and stroked it lazily. “I meant that you Jews invented this stupid thing called circumcision. I had a girlfriend once, who had a Jewish lover. She told me that the guy was a disaster in bed.”

Cain’s face reddened. “It had serious health reasons! When we wandered in the desert-“

“But you’re not there anymore!” the soldier pointed out. “So why are you doing this still? It makes your dicks unfeeling.” He rubbed his thumb to the head. “I bet you can’t even feel this.”

Cain bit into his lower lip. Actually, the soldier was kind of right. Still, he tried to explain, to defend his people’s customs. “This also reminds us that we’re one nation. We can concentrate on God’s teachings instead of the sinful bodily pleasure. Making love is for creating new life, not for… fun.”

“And you believe this?” the German snorted in disgust. “Such a stupid thing! If it’s so sinful and useless then why does it feel so damn good?” He pulled Cain closer, turning the small body to its side and grabbed both of their erections with one hand. “If I have to go to Hell because I enjoy sex, then I’m willing to go.”

Cain cried out before he could catch himself. The mere thought of somebody else’s manhood touching his, rubbing against his member sensually was deeply erotic and very intimate at the same time, and the realization shook the small-framed youth to the core of his soul.

“See?” he heard the German’s soft voice again. “There’s nothing wrong with this. And I’ll make you feel even better.” He pressed his lips against Cain’s and the youth responded involuntarily, a strange mist descending on his mind dulling his conscience’s words.

The soldier scanned the dresser-table next them and smiled. “I’ll get something and the real fun will begin, little one. This far, I’m absolutely pleased by your performance.”
Cain vaguely remembered that he should be hurt but somehow, he wasn’t in the mood for that. His body hummed from the pleasure and no matter how blasphemous it sounded, he wanted more.

The soldier got out of the bed and retrieved a small jar of hand cream from the table, and something from his trousers’ pocket. Crawling back, he nudged Cain’s knees. “Spread your legs and relax if you don’t want to scream from pain.

The small-framed youth’s eyes widened. He knew this whole situation will eventually lead to this but he hoped that it won’t have to happen.

“C-couldn’t we do something else, Sir…?” he whimpered. “I don’t think I’ll be able to do that.”

“Trust me,” the German smiled slyly, “If you let me to lube you up properly, it’ll feel wonderful. I want to feel your warm body, dive deep into you. Don’t worry, I have a little something here,” and he held up a condom.

**edit: added on 2005-VII-06**

Cain’s face reddened again. Of course, he knew, what the small package in the soldier’s hand was but he never got acquainted with it – he didn’t need whores, and he wasn’t married yet which meant sex and its accessories weren’t really part of his life. Although, much to his surprise, he felt oddly reassured. He could put his worries about filth and sicknesses aside.

Moreover, there was no way out of this, so the small-framed youth slowly, shyly pulled up his legs, offering his backside to the other man.

The German nodded in appreciation and dipped his fingertips into the nearly odorless substance. He smeared some over Cain’s entrance and began to massage it inside of the body.

The younger man tensed a little as his most hidden part was touched but he desperately willed himself to relax. German or not, the soldier was honest this far – he told Cain that it could hurt and the small-framed youth didn’t intend to expose himself to any more discomfort. Pain would probably ebb away soon but the shame won’t and Cain was more ashamed already than ever before in his life.

The taller man smiled at the submission and his movements remained slow and gentle, giving his small-framed “lover” time to adjust. When he felt the youth relaxing, he slowly, carefully pushed his finger inside, past the ring of muscles. He heard Cain’s gasp and shook his head as the small body instinctively tried to reject the probing digit.

“Relax, little one. I have to stretch you if I don’t want to cause any damage. I bet it hurts now.” Trying to distract the youth, the German curled his fingers around Cain’s manhood and began to stroke it lazily but firmly.

Cain threw his arms over his eyes to cover his burning face. The pleasure successfully dimmed the pain and it indeed helped him to loosen up. His body betrayed him cruelly and his hips bucked a little, practically inviting the careful fingers to thrust in deeper. He couldn’t withhold the moans and small gasps.
The German smirked and slipped in further, searching for the prostate. He was determined to hear the small youth’s pleasure-filled cries. He was so cute with that innocent face…!

Cain’s spine arched suddenly, like a strained bow and a shrill cry broke free from him. Clasping his hands on his mouth, he stared at the soldier as if asking, “What did you do with me?”.

The taller man laughed and he quickly bent down to place a kiss on Cain’s belly. “See?” he whispered with half-lidded eyes. “This is what real pleasure is like. So pure and sharp and complete.”

Cain wanted to say, “Don’t do it again” but he simply couldn’t. The never-known intensity of the sensation muted him and no matter how he tried to deny, his body demanded more. His manhood was painfully erect by now, throbbing with blood. He lay back again and relaxed, waiting for the next move.

The soldier continued his activity for a few seconds then pulled out his finger, applied some more cream and thrust back with two. He worked slowly and patiently, watching the pale body shivering from pleasure with hungry eyes.

The minutes passed and Cain lost track of time. The pain faded until it was barely there. He got a few shocks when the German brushed his fingertips against the nerve bundle just for good measure. The small youth never even noticed that along the process, he spread his legs a little further apart, and that his breathing became heavy with need.

The soldier deemed it enough finally. He pulled his hand back and opened the small pack then rolled up the thin rubber on his eager shaft. Pressing the tip against the pink entrance, he gently pinned down Cain’s wrist. “Now, be calm, little one. I’m going in. Don’t be afraid, I’ll be slow. Relax.”

Cain felt himself be stretched unnaturally and he gritted his teeth. He tried to relax, he really tried but his mind didn’t want to obey. The youth stared up into those clear blue eyes with panic and desperation. “I… can’t! It hurts… Please…!”

The German growled and crushed his lips against Cain’s, kissing him deeply, wildly, and possessively. The youth’s eyes closed and he moaned, his body forgetting about the discomfort for a mere moment. The taller man didn’t hesitate to use this out and with one quick thrust he buried himself into the tight, virgin heat.

**edit: added on 2005-VII-07**

Cain’s eyes widened and he screamed helplessly as his muscles almost cramped from the pain. It was burning like Hell’s flames; the thick length nearly tore him apart. Tears rolled down on his pale face and he was gasping for air.

The soldier’s eyes were soft now and his expression compassionate. He covered the smaller body with his own, not moving just caressing the short black hair and showering the round face with kisses, lapping up the tears. “Ssh, little one,” he murmured. “God, you feel so good around me… it’s okay. Try to relax. Calm down, I don’t want to hurt you. Ssh, little Cain, everything is going to be alright.”

The whispered words and the comfortable weight finally managed to calm the small-framed youth. He was able to loosen up his body and the pain stopped nearly completely. The soldier let go of his wrist so his hands were free and suddenly Cain found irresistible to touch those broad shoulders. The gentle fingers in his hair felt quite nice too.

The German smiled sweetly and caressed Cain’s lip with his own. Then the younger man opened his mouth, the soldier kissed him again, unhurried and passionately.

The small-framed youth responded to the caress. It felt good… and Cain didn’t care about the wrongness of it anymore. When the soldier moved, pulling his manhood out a little, the younger man gasped but then, the stiff piece of flesh touched his prostate again and the sharp white pleasure fried out his brain in the process.

The German got lost in the sensation soon. He kissed every inch of Cain’s skin, which he was able to reach and his large, warm hands roamed up and down on the small body. With every thrust, he dove a little deeper in. “Little Cain…” he panted, “So good! Oh, God, you’re so tight, so wonderful!” he moaned. “Cain, Cain…”

The smaller man didn’t reply, he just pressed his body closer to the others’. He tilted his head back for the caressing lips and moaned whenever the soldier decided to put a little tooth into play, not bruising just to enhance the feeling. Cain felt his manhood, trapped between his sweaty bodies to throb with anticipation, the smeared-away drops of pre-come creating just the right amount of friction. As the movements became quicker, his voice turned a little louder. Instinctively, he wrapped his legs around the German’s waist, trying to get more of the intoxicating feeling.

The soldier groaned and his pace became faster, his thrusts gaining force. “Cain, I’m… God…! So… close!”

The world stopped to exist. The wild pleasure dimmed nearly everything The only things Cain was aware of were the blunt teeth worrying over his neck and how the strong body moved under his hands, how his own member rubbed against that velvety stomach and the silky hair between his fingers and that breathless voice repeating his name and how right it felt, how sweet the other’s mouth tasted and yes, more, please, more, deeper, ah, so good, more, so nicegoodheavenly and I’m there, oh sweet God have mercy…!!

The sound of the slowly calming hearts and heavy panting echoed in the dimly lit room. Both men lay motionlessly, trying to gather their wits and strength. None of them wanted to really move.

Finally, the soldier carefully pulled out his softened member and struggled to his feet. He picked up a discarded towel and began to clean himself up without a word.

Cain rolled to his side and curled up with a sigh. The faint aftershocks of the orgasm still coursed in his blood, making him relaxed and sated. However, a small voice told him it’ll be a hell tomorrow, when he has to face both the pain and the guilty conscience.

The German picked up his clothes and began to dress. “Will you stay here for a while?” he asked quietly, obviously not meaning some cuddle.

Cain shook his head. “My… family is probably worried already. As soon as you go, I’ll get up.”

The soldier nodded. It felt right like this. He placed his pistol back into the holster and stopped. He glanced over the small form of the young Jew and sighed. “Look, little one, take an advice from me. Take whoever is close to your heart and leave Poland as soon as possible. We… won’t go easy on this country. On your kind. Flee while you can. That’s the only way to avoid the horror that will come.”

Cain looked back over his shoulder and nodded. “Thank you for the warning. I will leave soon.”

The German took his rifle. “Before I go, can I kiss you?”

“No.”

The soldier snickered. “You’re right.” And he was gone.

Cain struggled up and looked for a cloth to wipe off the dried semen from his stomach. He winced a little as he stood up to gather his clothes. He was sure he won’t ever forget this soldier, who didn’t even tell his name. The memory of his gentle touches will remain with him and probably return on lonely, cold nights.

Cain tightened his scarf and picked up his book. Well, nobody said he can't try to forget.

~End~