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Der Meißel der Seele	By : Wertiyurae Category: G through L > Hogan's Heroes Views: 1599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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(Author's note: Since the misc section isn't very robust (considering this story's been at the top for a week) and since I had a lot of free time the last couple of days, I'm updating this copy of the fic all the way up to the newest chapter - it'll be current! I'm so excited! ... Yeah. Anyway, this is basically the chapter that is the reason for the rating. Just thought I'd warn.)

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The door opened quickly and banged against the wall. The sound made Klink jump a bit and the General stepped inside, chuckling. “Good evening, Kommandant.” He locked the door behind him before turning back to give Klink a smug, predatory smile. “Just the man I wanted to see.”
He looked around the room before settling his gaze onto Klink. “I wasn’t certain that you’d show after our discussion this afternoon.”
Klink shifted uneasily under Adler’s scrutiny, wondering how he could feel so exposed under so many layers. “I didn’t think you’d given me much of a choice, General.”
“Very perceptive of you, Wilhelm,” General Adler laughed in a self-satisfied way as he closed most of the space between them. “You don’t mind if I call you ‘Wilhelm’, do you?”
He did mind (the way the General said his given name made it sound slimy) but Klink was not foolish enough to believe that the General actually cared what he thought. “Whatever you want is fine with me, General,” he answered, immediately wanting to wince at how enthusiastic he sounded. However different this situation was from the ones he dealt with normally and no matter how unworthy the man in question was of the title, General Adler was still a general and old habits did not distinguish very well.
General Adler’s smile widened as he reached out a hand and cupped Klink’s cheek. “That is very . . . accommodating of you, Wilhelm.” His fingers trailed down Klink’s face to rest on his arm. “A very good attitude to have.”
If Klink’s backside hadn’t already been touching the desk, he would have backed up when the General stepped forward. As it was, he found himself pinned once more as the General casually worked open the buttons on Klink’s uniform jacket. “If you keep it up, things will go well for you tonight.”
Go well? Klink thought incredulously. The only way that tonight could ‘go well’ was if General Adler stopped this right now!
The General’s hands paused for a moment and Klink realized that he’d said his thought out loud. Something dangerous flickered across the man’s face but it was gone almost as soon as it appeared. Then he bowed his head slightly and remarked in an airy tone: “Well, time will tell, won’t it?”
In short order, the jacket was unbuttoned, removed and tossed onto the floor. Klink shivered both at the loss of warmth and at the realization that General Adler planned on . . . collecting tonight after all. He’d known it before, when the General had made that ‘going well’ comment, but it hadn’t seemed real then. This, unfortunately, did - especially now that the General was rubbing his chest through the thin material of his shirt and leaning in for a kiss.
As the General’s lips touched his own and the other man’s tongue forced itself into his mouth for the second time, Klink decided that he hated this more than the hands fondling his chest. All of the General’s touches were sickening to him to be sure, but kissing like this was just so . . . intimate.
In his experience, he’d only ever kissed people that he’d liked or, at the very least, had been attracted to. He would never have even entertained the thought of kissing someone who didn’t want to kiss him - would have defeated the purpose in his mind.
Contrasting that with what was happening now . . . There really was no comparison. The General clearly didn’t care that Klink wasn’t kissing him back and the man wouldn’t be doing this to Klink if he liked him at all. So, why was he doing this?
General Adler broke the kiss and smiled hungrily, reaching for Klink’s tie. “You’re doing well so far, Wilhelm.”
In some ways, what was happening now seemed worse to Klink than what he imagined would come later, when the General got tired of playing with him. It almost seemed as though General Adler was trying to make this perversion something that it wasn’t and the thought made his stomach churn. Klink thought that he could handle what would come later if only the General would stop doing this: this mockery of affection.
“General,” Klink swallowed hard, feeling the General’s fingers brushing his throat as he loosened his tie, “must you, uh, that is, i-is this necessary?” At the other man’s challenging look, he swallowed again and summoned up his reserve. “Can’t you just,” he waved his hand helplessly as he failed to find the right words. “Just get this over with,” he finished lamely, deciding that the wrong words would have to suffice.
General Adler chortled nastily, slowly drawing the untied tie off of Klink’s neck. “Would you rather I just rip your clothes off and have at you?” His hands wandered down to Klink’s belt as he spoke. “Trust me, Wilhelm, that is the last thing you want me to do.” Klink recoiled as best he could as the General deliberately rubbed him through his pants. “You would not believe how much a man can bleed if you’re not careful,” he grinned, turning his attention back to the belt.
“I can make it so you’ll limp for weeks,” he said sweetly, working to unfasten the belt. “I can cover you with bruises that you would never be able to hide. I can put you in such agony that you’ll wish you’d taken your chances with the Gestapo.” The General finished with the belt and leaned in close, his breath hot on Klink’s cool, bloodless cheek. “Is that really what you want, Wilhelm? If it is, just say the word.”
“No,” Klink whispered, turning his head away. Bile threatened to rise up and he swallowed it back with difficulty. Dear God. He hated this pretend intimacy but, when General Adler put the alternative like that . . . What choice did he have but to accept?
“A wise decision,” the General said sagely. Then he reached out and turned Klink’s face back to his. “It’s not so bad this way, you’ll see.”
‘Not so bad’ was bad enough in Klink’s opinion - the fact that General Adler was leaning in for another kiss solidified this opinion. “B-but why are you doing all this?”
The General’s smile thinned. “You do like to talk, don’t you.” With a gentleness that was at odds with the dangerous expression in his eyes, he removed Klink’s monocle before casually tossing it over his shoulder. Klink flinched at the unmistakable sound of breaking glass. “I’m doing ‘all this’ because I want to.” His smile disappeared and the grip on Klink’s chin became uncomfortably tight, “I own you and I can do what I like with you – remember that.”
After a long moment, the General let go and smiled again. “Now, where were we?”
Thinking that this was a rhetorical question, Klink made no attempt to answer. A few seconds later, his hand edged up to his stinging cheek as he stared dumfounded at the General’s livid face and still outstretched hand.
“I asked you a question! When I ask a question, I expect an answer. Do you understand that!”
Klink was not always a fast learner but, this time, the lesson was fairly simple and he wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice. “Y-yes.”
“So, what will you do next time I ask you a question?”
He closed his eyes briefly. So, this was how it was going to be. As if this whole thing hadn’t been humiliating enough already. “I’ll answer.”
“Very good, Wilhelm!” General Adler exclaimed, as though praising a dog that had completed a difficult trick. Then his expression sobered and a hint of malice entered his tone. “Now, where were we?”
“Ah,” Klink stalled, both because he didn’t know for certain what the General wanted to hear and because the more time he took to answer, the more time it would be before he was groped again. Unfortunately, it was clear that the General was running out of patience and Klink was running out of time. “Ah, you were . . . going to . . . kiss me?”
General Adler nodded. “Exactly right. I think it’s time we got back to it, don’t you?” The warning smile on his face told Klink that he was expecting an answer to this question as well.
And Klink knew what answer he was expecting. He hesitated for only a moment before bowing his head in defeat. “Yes.”
“No need to sound so downhearted, Wilhelm,” the General smirked before stepping back and roughly pulling Klink’s pants down to his knees. “As long as you do as I say, you won’t be hurt,” he said, slipping the underwear down as well. “You may even enjoy yourself.”
If Klink hadn’t felt so mortified and afraid, he would have laughed at the ludicrousness of that suggestion. He couldn’t imagine enjoying anything the General had planned - what the man had done so far had made Klink grateful he hadn’t been able to eat.
There was nothing the General could do now that would make him feel any differently.
“It doesn’t matter to me one way or the other,” General Adler shrugged, standing up again, “but just think of the fun we could have finding out.”
Klink did and closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the man anymore. He opened them with a jerk as the General started to fondle his nether regions. Without conscious thought, he grabbed the General’s hands to stop him -
“Klink,” General Adler’s tone had lost what warmth it had had, “I’ll give you exactly three seconds to move your hands.”
Klink did not have to be told twice. A tense silence followed and he wondered what the General would do now. He wasn’t always good at predicting how people would react but that difficulty seemed doubled when it came to the General - his unpredictability was disturbing.
For a long while, General Adler merely glared at him through slitted eyes. Then he shook his head and tutted like a disappointed and frustrated parent. “Honestly, I’m beginning to think you want to do this the hard way after all! You ought to be grateful for all the trouble I’m going to for your sake.”
He crossed his arms with a put upon sigh and straightened up. “Now, just apologize for getting in my way and we can forget this whole thing and move on.” The General said this in such a causal, reasonable way that it took Klink a moment to realize just what madness was being demanded of him this time. Once he did -
Rage surged though Klink, startling him with its fury. Apologize? This, this monster expected him to apologize? For not staying still and letting himself be molested! For several seconds, rage fought with fear but, as he remembered what the General had said that afternoon - not only about calling the Gestapo but why he was doing this in the first place . . .
There was only one reason that General Adler wasn’t going to ‘break’ him as he’d said he’d done to others and that reason was that the General wanted to do this instead. Klink hadn’t known the man very long but it was obvious that the only thing that General Adler cared about was himself, what he wanted. And, if he suddenly decided that this method was too much trouble . . .
Rage lost to fear but Klink had to clench his fist tightly to keep himself from saying what he wanted to when he finally spoke. “I . . . I apologize.”
“For what? Be precise.”
“I apologize for,” the clenched fist shook with something more substantial than fear, “. . . getting in your way.”
General Adler’s already smug expression managed to become even smugger. “Just be careful,” he admonished lightly before ice entered his tone. “I may not be as forgiving next time.”
Without any further words, the General uncrossed his arms and went back to what he’d been doing before he’d been ‘so rudely’ interrupted. “It would go better for you if you’d just relax.”
As though anything about this was relaxing. Then General’s none too gentle prodding and pulling sent unpleasant shivers up Klink’s spine and he wished that he was brave enough to put a stop to this and just damn the consequences.
Of course, had he been that brave, the General would have called the Gestapo and he’d be in their hands by now. Even with all this . . . Even with everything General Adler was doing to him, Klink still wanted to live. As uncomfortable as this was, it wasn’t worse than being dead.
So, he did his best to keep still: he was not anxious to find out how the General would be when he wasn’t being ‘so forgiving’ and, he figured, the sooner the General had his fill of this, the sooner it’d be over. That was his hope, anyway.
Keeping still was no easy task. It was sickening and humiliating and not just because he was being touched in such an intimate place by such an odious person. There was something not quite buried under the nausea he was feeling that he couldn’t quite ignore; something he simply could not believe he was managing to feel under the circumstances.
Had it really been so long since he’d had a . . . liaison that he’d react to any touch at all?
Abruptly, the hands left his groin. Before Klink had any time to feel any relief about this, General Adler started kissing him again. It was different this time: so insistent that, within a short while, it started to hurt. Klink hadn’t thought one could hurt someone by kissing them and he wished that he hadn’t had the opportunity to find this out first hand.
General Adler forced him to lean backwards on the desk top and Klink stifled a cry as the cigar box (at least, that was that he figured it was) dug into his back. Without ending the kiss, the General pulled him forward and Klink heard crashes as things hit the floor. He realized, as General Adler pushed him back again, what he’d heard fall.
For a brief moment, Klink was more concerned about the condition of the things on the floor than he was about his own. The General’s hand touching his penis put any concerns he had about his possessions out of his mind. This was so sick. This whole thing was so sick.
Finally, the General ended the kiss and let him breathe again. “Good news, Wilhelm! I think you’ll be happy to know that we can finally ‘get on with it’. I just need a moment to prepare.”
Klink could feel spit around his mouth and, once General Adler moved away, he quickly ran the back of his hand across his lips. Disgusting. He wiped his hand off on his shirt and stood up and stretched, trying to work out a crick in his back.
Looking ahead, he could just see in the newly dim light what the General had meant by ‘prepare’: the man’s pants and underwear were down to his knees and he was stroking himself with some kind of salve from a jar in his hand.
Looking away with a shudder, Klink let his gaze fall to the floor. The first thing he saw was the desk lamp which, despite the fall to the floor, still worked. The shade was broken but he thought he might be able to fix that. However, the other things on the floor might not be so easy to repair -
“All right, Wilhelm,” General Adler ordered, “turn around.”
Klink turned slowly and wondered if, maybe, he’d been better off with the kissing and groping. Of course, the sooner this was over with, the sooner he could lock himself in his quarters and forget that any of this had ever happened.
Somehow, he thought as the General made him bend over the desk, he doubted that it would be so easy.
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