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The rough hands shove Karl against the wall so hard he swears he hears a crack when the wall impacts his skull.
Its hard to tell though- blood rushes in his ears so loudly it sounds as though a great flood has come to take him away.
Futility, he swings blindly in front of him. His gloved fist only grazes his opponent though, who snatches him by the wrist and twists, both tearing a weak cry from the officer and tipping him onto the ground.
His shirts and coat ride up as Karl is drug down the length of the wall under the weight of another. The American dickhead straddles his waist and throws another punch. This one smashes into Karls cheek, splitting the skin snd sending a new wave of fury through him.
In a spit of rage, Karl does manage to grasp the other man by the back of his hair and yank cruely at the locks. The American growls in frustration and with his arms he shoves away Karls, and with his hands he grabs the front of Karls uniform. He hoists the Prussian up a few inches before pushing him back into the stone floor harshly.
Karls head- for the second time thus far- smacks into pure stone and he groans weakly. The fight is leaving his body, adrenaline slipping away.
Those hands now wrap around his throat, successfully cutting off his air supply. With the wind already having been knocked out of him a moment ago, Karl cant do much but struggle weakly under the force.
White tinges the edges of his vision and he gasps weakly and soundlessly. He grips and pulls frantically at the marines uniform, pounds at the wrist’s constricting his throat, begging for mercy.
An ounce of mercy that is granted when the hands, although they stay planted, loosen their grip and Karl coughs viscously as air floods back into his lungs.
He lies there, chest moving up and down and his heart beating in his throat. The American sits back on Karls legs, also breathing, hands drawing back to rest on Karls chest.
The officer thinks he feels a trickle of blood run from his hairline further down his head, undoubtedly it will leave a crusty mess in its wake. He scrunches his eyes shut, wiggling under the body atop him.
Hands, hands- they clutch at his uniform, fistfuls of cloth and Karls sure he is about to be pulled up and thrust back into the stone and he braces hinself and almost begs out loud for this psychopath to just stop! But instead he feels hot breath on his face.
Opening his eyes hes met with the sight of the marine no more than an inch away. They stare at each other, intensely. Karl notices for the first time that the other has two different coloured eyes, interestingly enough.
In his wonder Karl tilts his head slightly to the right, a habit hes had since just about forever. The American takes this as an invitation, apparently, to press his lips to Karls.
Karl startles, hands going slack in their grip on the strangers sleeves, hesitating and frozen mid air. But it only takes him a few seconds to acclimate, and his eyes fall shut.
The mans chest presses flush against his. The mans lip, split from their squabble earlier, bleeds slightly into Karls mouth. The irony taste mingles with saliva and the push and pull of tongue when the American invites himself further into Karls mouth.
Its a much shorter battle than the altercation when the soldier pulls away for air.
Karl is left staring dumbfounded up at the jerk still straddling his hips. Strong hands hold Karl by the waist and the brunette dives back in, this time a lot less kind. He kisses rough- teeth scraping Karls lip snd tongue forcing its way past the officers lips.
Karl gasps when the man grinds down into Karls groin, lighting a fire that burns through his veins and has him frantically trying to rid the other of his pesky clothes.
Karl does have to force the leech of a man off so he can work at undoing all the tedious buttons of his uniform.
While buttons fly open under Karls fingers, it occurs to him he doesnt know who the man above him is. Not a name, not a backstory, not one thing.
It also occurs to him that he does not much care. All he wants now is sexual release.
But he isnt the one with the upper hand. This is made more than apparent when the marine fully unsheathes his half hard cock froms its confines and then denies karls attempts to get up with a shove.
Karl growls, mildly annoyed.
“The HELL is your problem?!” He spits out, face burning with anger more than anything else.
The American man frowns, and positions himself much higher up on Karl. Close enough that the Prussian cannot utter another word for the Americans cock is gracing his lips.
Karls wide eyes snap up to the other mans, almost daring him.
The soldiers eyes are dark. Suddenly he thrusts a hand forth to pry Karls lips apart. In the next moment, Karl is brought practically to gagging as the thick flesh invades his mouth. Tears spring to his eyes out of pure shock and he pounds his fist against the Americans thigh but the assault doesnt let up.
The man atop him groans, eyes slipping shut and he rocks his hips, cock plunging deeper then sliding half back. Over and over again he does this.
Karl should be furious, should be doing more to get this monster off of him! But the fist that uselessly smacked against the man instead comes to take hold of his hip. Karl keeps his eyes open to watch every minute flicker in the marines face as he fucks Karls.
“Such a mouth on you,” the american says. “Some- fuuah.. somebody needed to shut you up!” He says, eyes meeting Karls for a second before fluttering shut again.
He takes hold of Karl by his shoulders and thrusts deeper into the heat of the officers wet mouth, moaning aloud as he does so.
Karl is not only just ‘cooperating’ now but actively getting into it. He swirls his tongue when it feels right, and hollows his cheeks the deeper the American plunges.
A raw heat, unwanted and undesired sits low in Karls belly. His own cock strains the confines of its entrapment. Embarrassingly, he thinks he can feel a wet spot beginning to form too.
The American man though, has not an ounce of shame within him as he uses Karls mouth for he greaest pleasures and boats aloud with words and moans mingled together.
Karl worries- worries because they hadnt strayed too far from the men that they had left behind to have their little scuffle in the first place and Karl would rather take his own life than get caught like this!
Feeling adventurous, the next time the soldier fully sheathes himself, Karl lets his teeth very gently scrape the underside of the thick cock and catch slightly on a vein.
The American gasps, loudly, at that, and his eyes snap open, hungry gaze fixing on Karl.
He rocks in, harder now, deeper still. Faster.
Karls head is swimming, his eyes water, and his throat is struggling to work around the constant intrusion.
The American becomes sloppy, thrusts not set in the same timing Karl had become accustomed to, thus throwing the officer for a loop. The American calls out an obscenity, and then Karls choking on more than American flesh.
Hot cum, that rockets into his mouth and down his throat. Karls crying out is muffled by the cock that twitches for every rope that spills unwanted past his lips.
The American pulls away, slipping his softening cock from Karls lips and sliding his weight of off Karls body. Immediately, the officer shifts sideways, holding himself up on his elbows to hack as air properly returns to his lungs.
He wipes his nose with his sleeve when the disgusting and stingy feeling of mucus and possibly other things begins to drip down his face. He then turns his scorn filled gaze to the American, who lazes against the wall with a smirk on his face.
“Bastard!” Karl snaps, pushing himself up on shaky limbs and thrusting an accusing finger into the other’s face.
The American rolls his eyes. “You know you wanted it.” He shrugs.
Karls never felt quite so infuriated in his life. Mostly because its true, half because of the indifference his troubles are being treated with right now.
He narrows his gaze as the American speaks again. “Plus, you gave it up so easy! Must’ve wanted it.” He chuckles.
He isn’t chuckling for much longer, though, when he’s suddenly under physical assault.
Karls fist crashes into the marines face before snagging him by the hair and slamming his skull back into the stone. The American cries out, hands scrabbling for any sort of advantage.
Karl straddles the mans thigh, and yanks the soldier close enough to smash their lips together.
Hands grip at the already wrinkled front of Karls coat, but all they do is hold on for dear life while Karl slips his tongue past the others lips and take what he wants.
The American shifts under him, and Karls reminded of his own problem when the strong thigh he sits upon grinds up into his crotch.
He moans, slipping away from the soldiers lips to rest his head on the mans bony shoulder. He lifts his hips and pressed forward on purpose this time, chasing friction.
The marine catches on quickly, and moves his hands to Karls hips. Karl bites down on the Americans neck, drawing a hiss.
“You… are the worst,” the American grunts, fingers tightening.
Karl clamps down harder and the other man whines loudly, letting his head thump back into the wall. His thigh jerks under Karl and the officer sighs in relief as he can feel himself getting closer.
He ruts himself like an animal against the marines thigh while the other mans hands travel his body. Hands caress his back, grope his ass, tease his hair. His head is lifted up and the American draws them close once more.
He reaches his climax finally, when the pressure on his cock becomes too much, and teeth nip his bottom lip.
“Schiße..” Karl pants, not quite rolling off of the man under him.
The American is panting equally as hard. His large hands circle Karls waist, subtly kneading the skin with his thumbs.
“Does this mean truce?” The American asks.
Karl scoffs. “Fine,” he concedes.
Bootsteps sound from the entrance of alleyway, and both Karl and the soldiers heads whip up to stare at the hopefully not a cannibal attracted by their noises.
Perhaps it wouldve been better if a cannibal had found then, though, because instead of a mindless half dead creature that doesn’t care what me do in their freetime- it is a very distressed looking young Prussian infantry man who stares at the pair with wide eyes.
“Get lost! And forget this!” Karl shouts. The boy snaps to attention with a nod, before scurrying off.
“…He’ll tell someone.”
Karl waves off the concerns of the American. “I caught him sneaking off with my rations last weekend. If he knows whats good for him, he wont.”
The other man hums, twirling Karls hair briefly before Karl knocks his hand away and uses the wall to stable himself as he stands.
He sighs at the rumpled and stained sight of his uniform, before giving a small touch to his sore jaw.
A hand claps him on the back, causing him to stumble forth on unsteady footing for a moment.
“I’ll come up with an excuse, don’t worry!” The American grins.
Karl just scoffs and tries to smooth away wrinkles in his shirt while he walks away.