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Der Meißel der Seele	By : Wertiyurae Category: G through L > Hogan's Heroes Views: 1599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Klink’s heart was pounding hard against his ribs and he was covered in a cold sweat. He didn’t know what had roused him from his uneasy doze but he had a strange feeling that it had been something besides the end of an unremembered nightmare. However, if it had been something else, whatever that something had been, it was gone now. He didn’t hear anything unusual and, when he opened his eyes, the room was empty and dark.
He felt far from rested - on the contrary, he felt like a tightly wound spring after his abrupt awakening - but he didn’t think he could get back to sleep now if he tried. That being the case, he didn’t see any point in torturing himself. It had to be close to the time he had to get up anyway.
After fumbling in the dark, he caught hold of the cord for the lamp on his beside table and turned it on. Blinking in the sudden light, he rubbed his eyes and looked at the small alarm clock he’d put there earlier. That couldn’t be right. He blinked again and frowned. He’d set the alarm to go off at 9:50 but now it was slightly after 10. His frown deepened when he picked the clock up and saw the reason why it hadn’t gone off at the right time: he’d forgotten to switch it on.
He’d set the time, wound up the alarm bell but had forgotten to turn on the alarm. Klink put the clock down and sighed. It was annoying but not very surprising: there had been several times today when he’d gone to do something and had forgotten what he was doing while he was in the middle of doing it. Thankfully, the only time he’d let his mind wander that way in front of anyone else had been in the morning with Langenshidt and Hilda but it was still strange. Was he just getting old? Or was he losing his mind?
Either way, thanks to his mistake, he had a scant twenty or so minutes until 10:30 and until whatever happened happened. Carefully, still feeling uncomfortably stiff, he got out of bed and headed over to where he’d piled the uniform he’d been wearing earlier. As he changed out of his night clothes and into his uniform, his thoughts turned towards the plan he’d had so much hope invested in before he went to bed.
While a small measure of that hope remained, now that he was running out of time and now that he’d had some sleep, Klink no longer held any real illusions that Colonel Hogan would be able to do what he’d wanted him to. He realized that it had been stupid of him to even ask for something so impossible in the first place. Stalag 13 had never had a successful escape - knowing that, requesting even a staged escape had been very unfair. The American was an undeniably clever man but he couldn’t perform miracles! To actually believe for a moment that he’d be able to pull it off . . .
Klink shook his head. He’d been desperate and more than willing to delude himself for a little hope. That’s all there was to it.
As he put on his tie, staring blankly back at the face in the mirror, the cynical part of his mind wondered why he was bothering with putting on a full uniform. It wasn’t as though he particularly cared anymore what General Adler thought of him. And, even though the thought made his stomach flip unpleasantly, it wasn’t as though he’d be wearing it all for very long.
Really, it’d be more practical if he just went out there naked. At least then, he wouldn’t have to be . . . unwrapped like some kind of present.
On the other hand, ignoring for the moment how mortified he was at the thought of being nude in front of General Adler at all, he didn’t want to do anything that would give the man the idea that he was, in any way, looking forward to this. It was bad enough that he had his own doubts on that score - after his behavior the night before, he didn’t know what to think -; he didn’t need to give the General any ammunition to use against him.
Any more ammunition, he corrected, sourly. Thanks to his complete lack of self control, Klink had already given the pig more ammunition than he’d ever need. Ammunition that he clearly wasn’t afraid to use. ‘You seemed to be enjoying it last night.’
Klink shuddered slightly at the memory and at the reminder. No, he didn’t need to give the man any more ideas.
Once he’d finished getting dressed, he took a moment to inspect his appearance. Tired, nervous and pale. Perfect. Out of habit, he reached for his monocle before bringing his hand back. It wasn’t as though he’d need it and he’d rather not break another one. That could get expensive after a while.
With the lamp on, he almost didn’t notice that there was light shining from the crack on the bottom of the door. As it was, he only noticed it when he bent down to adjust his boots. When he did notice, he frowned again. He could have sworn he’d shut the lights off before going to bed. Of course, he could have sworn that he’d set his alarm correctly too so that didn’t mean very much. Maybe he was losing his mind.
Or was he?
Hesitantly, feeling like a fool but unable to stop himself, he stepped towards the door and put his ear to it. He heard nothing. What had he expected to hear? Anyone on his staff that needed him enough to enter his quarters would have woken him up. And he still had 10 minutes before it was time for his ‘meeting’ with General Adler - that would be in the office anyway.
Which reminded him that he still had to clean his desk off so nothing got broken tonight. Or any more broken than they were already.
Forcing his paranoia aside, he quickly opened the door before he had a chance to hesitate any longer. He stepped out into the main room and sighed in relief. No one was there. He known that there wouldn’t be but he just hadn’t managed to make himself believe it.
He’d just been paranoid. Again.
Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something wrong and, after a quick look around, he saw that there was something amiss after all. The door to his office was open and he knew without a doubt that he hadn’t left it open. And, if he hadn’t opened it . . .
. . . someone else had.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t too hard to guess who that someone had been. A part of him wondered where the man in question was now but most of him was concerned with the fact that General Adler had been in his quarters doing God knows what for God knows how long. The thought of that, that beast traipsing around here while he’d been asleep made his skin crawl. Nothing seemed out of place but that didn’t mean anything. Well, one thing was for certain: he was never going to leave his office door unlocked again!
Except he really couldn’t do that. As much as he’d like to lock his door and hide away, he had to be readily available in case of a crisis and, knowing this camp, one could crop up anytime. Still, there had to be something he could do . . . get a lock for his quarters, perhaps?

A door clicking shut interrupted his thoughts and he turned towards the noise, knowing what had caused it but still feeling unreasonably surprised as his eyes lit on General Adler. “Ah, Wilhelm!” he greeted enthusiastically. “I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to wake you up after all.” Then his lips twisted upwards. “Although, that could have been fun.”
Klink swallowed hard and did his best to ignore the General’s statement about waking him up: that man standing over him while he was asleep wasn’t something he wanted to think about. Although, if he had, that would certainly go a long way to explain his abrupt awakening. Anyway, he definitely had to get a lock for his quarters - first thing!
However, at the moment, he had other things to worry about. Such as the fact that General Adler was striding towards him with an unmistakable look of hunger on his face. God, he wasn’t ready for this yet! “Uh, General,” he began quickly, doing his best to hide his growing panic, “ah,” what to say? What to say?, “wh-what are you doing here?” He immediately wanted to slap himself for asking a question like that. The General was unpredictable and a demanding question like that could very well set him off.
If General Adler minded the question, he hid it well. He actually chuckled a bit as he stopped to stand in front of Klink. “Nothing yet,” he answered, reaching one arm to wrap around Klink’s waist and a hand to cup Klink’s face. “But, I do have a few ideas.”
I bet he does, Klink thought to himself with a shiver. He felt a bit sick but he wasn’t sure whether it was due to the fact that the General was touching him or the fact that it was taking quite a bit of effort to keep himself still when all he wanted to do was back away. It became a little harder to stay still when General Adler leaned in and started to kiss him.
He decided that if he never felt another tongue in his mouth besides his own, he could die a happy man.
Finally, the General pulled away, and smiled. “Now, it’s your turn. Kiss me.”
Klink’s head started to shake but he stopped himself as soon as he realized he was doing it. He remembered all too well what had happened last time he’d refused to do this and, since he didn’t want to incite General Adler to violence, he saw that he really had no choice. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he leaned in and put his mouth to General Adler’s.
From here, he wasn’t quite sure what the General wanted from him. Well, Klink could guess what he wanted . . . it was just that he really, really didn’t want to do it. Of course, if this had been about what he wanted to do, he wouldn’t even be in this position in the first place. Closing his eyes and pleading with his stomach to stop flipping, he hesitantly slid his tongue into General Adler’s open mouth.
Almost immediately he pulled back, swallowing hard to keep himself from being sick. He was aware of General Adler’s disapproving look but he was more concerned about keeping the contents of his stomach where they belonged. He couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t. When he tried to step back, he was stopped by the harsh grip the General had quickly taken on his arms.
“And where do you think you’re going?” When Klink was slow to answer, the General tightened his grip. “Well?”
“I,” Klink paused, both to be sure that he had his stomach back under control and to choose his words carefully. “I can’t do it, General. I just can’t.” Unfortunately, careful words were in short supply so he’d settled for blunt ones and hoped that he wouldn’t regret them too much.
For a moment, it looked as though General Adler was going to do something violent. Then he smiled almost gently, moving his hands back down to Klink’s waist. “All right. This can wait until next time.”
“Thank you,” Klink whispered, feeling horrified and ill all over once he’d realized he’d said it out loud. It had been the relief talking and he hadn’t been thanking the General at all but he knew that he couldn’t put it past the swine to add meaning to the words that weren’t there.
General Adler’s smile stretched wider. “You’re welcome, Wilhelm.” Then he let one hand drop from Klink’s waist and turned, forcing Klink to move with him. “However, now I think it’s time we got started.”
Klink saw instantly that they weren’t heading towards the office and he had a sinking feeling about just where the General was going to be taking him. “W-wait,” he said, digging his heels in to try and stop his movement.
“What now?” General Adler asked as he halted.
The other man’s annoyance was plain and Klink knew what could happen if he didn’t handle this in the right way. “I’d, um, I’d rather be in the office.”
Tilting his head, the General regarded him with a cold smile. “Is that right?” Without giving Klink a chance to answer, he brought his hand back and slapped him hard across the face. “Did I ask you what you’d rather do!” he spat angrily.
Bringing his hand up to his throbbing cheek, Klink quickly shook his head. Then, remembering how the General reacted when he didn’t answer out loud, he spoke, the words tumbling out of his mouth in an embarrassing tide. “No, General. Of course you didn’t! I didn’t mean to -”
General Adler held up his hand, the one he’d just slapped him with, and Klink flinched even as he realized that the General just wanted him to be quiet. “That’s fine, Wilhelm,” he said, sounding like he was back in good spirits although there was a coolness in his eyes. “You’ve just got to be more careful - next time, I might not be so gentle with you. You understand?”
Oh, he understood. He just wished he didn’t. Klink bowed his head and closed his eyes, feeling tired and defeated. “I understand.”
“Good,” General Adler said, dragging Klink along once again, “now let’s get going.”
Klink offered no more resistance as the General led him to his bedroom although he had started to shake once the General had let him go and shut the door. His bedroom. This was going to happen in his bedroom. He hadn’t been able to sleep as it was - he didn’t know if he’d be able to sleep in here again.
Before he realized what was happening, General Adler had pushed him down onto the bed. He landed on his back, feeling like he’d been punched in the stomach: he felt sick and he was finding it hard to catch his breath. The feeling only got worse as the General climbed on top of him and pinned him down.
“This is going to be so much fun,” General Adler whispered before he started to kiss Klink again. Closing his eyes, Klink tried not to think about the General’s tongue in his mouth or the feeling of the man’s fingers working on his jacket. Instead, he focused on his breathing because he felt as though he wasn’t getting enough air. He knew he was, even with the General kissing him, he could still breathe through his nose, but his chest felt tight.
Breaking the kiss, the General sat up, his weight settling uncomfortably on Klink’s pelvis as he leaned forward and started to untie Klink’s tie. Klink opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, shivering as he felt General Adler’s hand on his throat. He only prayed, as the General pulled the tie off his neck, that he would never get used to this. If he got used to it, it would mean that it wouldn’t bother him anymore.
And, if he ever got to the point where this, this violation didn’t bother him anymore . . .
. . . he really would kill himself.
Klink gasped, not only as the terrible thought but also the sudden realization that, while he’d been thinking these dark things, General Adler had not only finished unbuttoning his shirt, but had started on his belt as well. He could feel the General’s hands on his waist and he did his best not to shift away as they explored inside his pants.
General Adler took his hands away and leaned forward to kiss him again. Klink closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable -
- which didn’t come. Abruptly, the General jumped off of him. Klink opened his eyes in time to see an unmistakably worried General Adler roll off of the bed and land on the side away from the door. Sitting up, Klink frowned down at the man and wondered what had gotten into him.
He didn’t have too much time to wonder about it before his bedroom door opened and revealed a worried looking Sergeant Schultz. As the big man moved into the bedroom, Klink saw that he wasn’t alone: standing behind him and looking almost concerned was Colonel Hogan.
“Schultz!” Klink exclaimed, not sure whether to be relieved at the brief reprieve or horrified as he realized that his shirt was open and so were his pants. “Wh-what’s going on? And why is Colonel Hogan here?” he asked quickly as he stood and did his best to keep his hands from shaking as he hurriedly tried to make himself presentable again.
Schultz saluted, carefully keeping his eyes upwards. “Kommandant, I beg to report that there’s been an escape.”
Klink froze mid button, feeling his mouth go slack. “An escape?” Could it be . . . ?
“Yessir,” Schultz answered, sounding very nervous. “Colonel Hogan alerted me that a man was missing and, when I counted, he was.”
As light headed as he felt from the sudden surge of hope he had in his system, Klink didn’t miss the part of this scenario that didn’t make sense. “Then why didn’t you sound the alarms?”
The Sergeant shrugged miserably, glancing backward at Colonel Hogan, looking all the world like he was pleading for help.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Colonel Hogan said, sounding remarkably sincere, “but that’s my fault. You see, I know where Carter - he’s the missing man - is and I figured that it’d be easier to find him if there weren’t a bunch of trigger happy German’s combing the woods.” Then he shrugged easily. “Besides, I figured that it might look bad for you if the General found out that you had an escape while he was here. I thought we could keep it quiet.”
While that was a good enough story for Sergeant Schultz, Klink was only too aware that General Adler was here listening to every word. He had to make this convincing. He had to make this convincing or else the General would know that he’d planned this. Considering how the General acted when Klink put up any resistance, for his own safety, he had to make this story more believable.
“H-how do you know where your man is? And why did you turn him in?”
Hogan cocked his head, a slight frown on his face. Klink wondered if this was part of his act or if he was annoyed that Klink was trying to poke holes in his story. “He left us a note - you see, he got this Dear John letter and it, it hit him pretty hard.” He looked down, his voice thick with concern when he spoke again. “He left us a note saying he was going to end it all once he found a high enough bridge. That’s why I want to find him as soon as possible.”
Klink nodded. It sounded good . . . but was it good enough? If it wasn’t, there wasn’t much he could do about it now except to make it sound as though he was going to follow some proper procedure. “All right. Schultz! Get another guard and prepare a truck. Colonel Hogan, you will come with us to find your missing man.”
“Us? You’re coming too?” Hogan asked, his surprise perhaps a bit too over the top.
Nodding again, Klink finished buttoning his jacket. “Yes, if you are going to be outside of this camp, I want to be there to make sure you aren’t planning to take advantage of this situation and escape.”
He was quite proud of how calm and in control he sounded when his heart seemed to be pounding fiercely enough to turn his insides into jelly. It almost felt as though his insides were already jelly. He felt wobbly enough to fall over any second. Biting his lip, he forced himself to pay attention to what was happening now. “Get going, Schultz!”
“Aye, sir!” Schultz said gratefully as he sped out of the bedroom as quickly as his legs could carry him. Klink watched him go and felt some of the tension in his shoulders that he hadn’t realized was there fade a bit. Then he turned his gaze to Colonel Hogan who was smiling and about to open his mouth.
Klink shook his head sharply and mouthed ‘don’t’ as clearly as he could.
The American looked confused and a bit annoyed. ‘Why?’
The quickest way to deal with this would be to ‘tell’ him that General Adler was here and listening. However, considering his state of undress when Hogan and Schultz had come into his room, Klink didn’t even want to know what the Senior POW might think about the fact that the General was here too.
“Kommandant -”
Klink waved his hands wildly and mouthed ‘not now!’ Then, recalling how pushy the American could be, he reconsidered his strategy. ‘Later.’ As long as Colonel Hogan didn’t blow it now, it really wouldn’t matter if Klink actually told him later or not. And he certainly didn’t plan on telling him. There were some things that no one needed to know.
Hogan didn’t look very happy about this but shrugged. “Never mind.”
They stood in uncomfortable silence for a short time until the Sergeant returned and told them that the truck was ready to go. Klink nodded and told him to take Colonel Hogan and go ahead, that he would catch up in a few seconds. He wasn’t thinking about General Adler who was still hiding behind the bed - he was just going to grab his monocle and perhaps give himself some kind of pep talk. Being in such close quarters with those men with the way his imagination kept giving into his paranoia wasn’t a pleasant prospect.
However, as soon as they were alone. General Adler came out of his hiding space, rage shining in his eyes. Grabbing Klink’s upper arms with a fury that Klink feared would leave bruises, the General leaned in close, his mouth centimeters from the captive man’s ear.
“I don’t know how you did this, Klink” the General hissed, his grip becoming more painful with every word he spoke, “but don’t think I’m going to let you off so easily.” He smashed his mouth against Klink’s in a vicious kiss before tossing Klink away from him. Klink landed roughly on the floor and stared up at General Adler, his heart climbing up into his mouth.
The General turned away from him and casually laid down on Klink’s bed. “Go on, Wilhelm,” he said, his airy tone lined with lead, “go have your fun. But I’ll be waiting for you when you come back.”
After a couple false starts, Klink was able to find his feet. He stood there for a long moment, wanting nothing more than to leave but finding himself unable to move. Finally, he was able to convince his body that walking wasn’t really so hard and he walked out of his bedroom. Shudders racked his frame but he wasn’t sure, as he walked through the office and out of the building towards the waiting truck, whether it was due to the rough treatment he’d just received or the fact that his plan had been a complete failure.

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