Hungry Sequel: Full
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amulyThis is technically a sequel to Hungry, but it can be read as a stand alone.
Title: Full
Pairing: Utivich/Donny (in that order!), implied Wicki/Stiglitz
Word Count: 3,174
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Donny hurts himself bashing heads, Utivich gives him a massage. Yeah. PWP
Warnings: eh, NC-17 slash. they kill someone, but nothing kinky.
A/N: i did an awesome proof today in class, so this was my victory write. this is also totally my love letter to all you lovely people in this comm. So here you guys go: top Uti.
un-beta'd, so go ahead and lemme know if there's some mistakes and junk.
also, if anyone asks, i have totally had a muscle do this to me before. no lies.
“Ya’ll understand what we’re asking you, right?”
“Verstehen Sie, was wir Sie fragen?” Aldo chewed slowly on chew tobacco as he watched Wicki translate.
The young, blonde German spit on the ground. “Fick deine Mutter!”
Wicki turned back to Aldo. “He says ‘fuck your mother’.”
Aldo and the Basterds scattered around the clearing laughed. Aldo walked over to the German and patted him on the cheek. “Alright boy. Your decision.” Aldo whistled.
Finally, Donny thought. He’d been sitting behind a ridge for a while now, and his legs were cramping up. Fucking kraut, pain in his ass. Donny stretched, stood up, and stretched again. He snapped his neck back and forth, cracking it loudly. Donny stepped out from behind the ridge, dragging his bat with him. He tried his best to look intimidating: puffed his chest up, straightened his back so he looked as tall as possible.
Donny reached the German and cocked his head. Aldo put a hand on his shoulder and leaned forward. “Now, son, are you going to tell us what we want to know? Or are you going to let this nice young man crack your skull open like eggs on a skillet?”
Wicki sighed and translated. “Er wird Sie töten. Antworten Sie?”
“Meine Landsmänner werden sie allen töten!”
Wicki just turned to Aldo and shrugged. Aldo nodded, patting Donny on his shoulder and removing his hand. “Alright son. Go ahead.”
Aldo and Wicki backed up. Donny gripped his bat, twisting his hands tightly around the handle. Momentarily Donny’s eyes flicked over to Utivich’s and he cracked a smile. Utivich nodded back seriously. Donny looked back down at the German, and lined his bat up with the German’s temple. Carefully Donny positioned his feet, steadied himself, and swung.
The feel of skull crushing, cracking, and collapsing traveled up through his bat and into his hands. Normally Donny would savor this feeling, but today, “FUCK.”
The bat dropped from Donny’s hands and hit the ground at almost the exact same time that the still-alive German did. Donny’s back wrenched, a sharp pain traveling through Donny’s back, near-paralyzing him. Donny fell to the ground, with the bat and the almost-dead German.
Donny heard Utivich’s footsteps. One, two, three, the cocking of a gun. Step four, aiming. Step five, the crack of the gun into the German’s skull (or what was left of it). Step six, and Utivich was on the ground next to Donny, grabbing him. “Donny, Donny, what happened. Are you okay?”
Donny winced and grabbed his back. “Fuck! What the fuck, fucking hell, fuck, what, damnit!”
Donny opened his eyes and looked at Utivich. His big, blue eyes were full of worry, and his hands gripped at Donny. Donny calmed down for a second. “Fuck. Okay. Hang on, help me stand up. Heah, gimme my bat.” Donny gestured gingerly with one hand. Utivich turned around on his hunches, hands scrambling for the bat. He thrust it into Donny’s hands.
Donny took a deep breath. “Alright Uti, stop looking like the Sox just lost the series. Again. Help me up.” Utivich wrapped his arms around Donny and tried to pull him to his feet.
“Ah, FUCK.” Donny collapsed back onto the ground. “Fuck, hang on. Smitty, I’m sure youah not trying to reinjure me, but it suah as fucking hell feels like that’s what you’re doing.”
By now the other men had crowded around, mumbling concerns. Aldo took the lead. “Stiglitz, Wicki. Haul Sergeant Donowitz up and over to the campsite. Utivich,” Aldo just pointed his head in the direction of the campsite. Utivich nodded from the ground.
Donny looked at Utivich for a moment before Wicki and Stiglitz took hold of him. He tried to smile reassuringly, but that smile immediately fled as Wicki and Stiglitz hauled him up between them. “Ah fuck me! Fuckahs! You don’t think you could be any moah gentle, huh? You friggin krauts, you probably like seeing me in pain, huh? Fuck!”
Utivich leapt to his feet and followed the three-man procession, wringing his hands. Donny knew he was trying his best to say soothing things, but any words of consolation Donny drowned in a sea of curses. “Donny, hey, listen, you’re alright.”
“Fuck you I’m alright! Have you evah wrenched out youah back? Holy fucking hell Uti, I’m gonna beat the living shit out of you foah saying something that fucking stupid!” Every step Wicki and Stiglitz took sent another jolt of pain through his back. “Ah, fuck you, you fucking krauts! Walk a little softah, fuck!”
Utivich grabbed for Donny’s hand and leaned in. Donny did his best to ignore Wicki and Stiglitz exchanging amused looks over his and Utivich’s heads. “Donny, listen to me. You pulled a muscle, right?”
Donny grimaced. “What the fuck do you think happened?”
Utivich nodded. “Right. So, you know what that means?” Utivich spoke before Donny could come up with a smart-ass remark. “It means that I’m going to have to give you a massage to fix it.”
Donny’s eyes locked with Utivich’s, and he swallowed. “A massage?” He leered.
Utivich pressed his lips together. “A real massage, Donny.” Donny deflated a little. “But,” a smile crossed Utivich’s face, “we’ll see how quickly you can recover.”
Donny smiled broadly, though the expression was almost immediately replaced with a grimace. “Well if these fucking krauts would just put me down, insteada jarring my back even moah, we could get some fucking healing done!”
They had reached the campsite, and Wicki and Stiglitz exchanged a few brief words. “Sollen wir ihn fallen lassen?” /Should we drop him?/
Wicki pursed his lips and thought. “Nein, der kleine Mann würde uns töten.” /No, the little man would kill us./
Stiglitz nodded. “Du machst keinen Spaß.” /You’re no fun/
“Hey, what the fuck are you…” Wicki and Stiglitz set Donny down, which immediately sent another shock of pain through his back and down his left leg. “Ah, fucking puss spewing hell!”
Utivich dropped down on the ground next to Donny, trying to get him comfortable. He looked up at the two German Basterds. “Thanks.” Stiglitz lit a cigarette, Wicki nodded.
After a moment, Donny looked up at them. “Hey, fuckahs. You mind? Utivich needs some peace and quite to do his healing stuff.”
Wicki and Stiglitz exchanged a look, but Wicki shrugged. “Komm schon, lassen wir sie. Du willst wirklich nicht dabei sein, wenn der Bärenjude Utivich fickt, oder.” /Come on, let’s leave them. You don’t really want to be around while the bear jew is fucking Utivich, do you?/
Stiglitz raised his eyebrows. “Nein.” The two walked away.
Donny turned his attention back to Utivich, who was still watching Wicki and Stiglitz walk away. “Alright, so, wheah’s that massage?”
Utivich looked and Donny and smiled softly. “Alright, let’s get your shirt off and turn you over.”
Donny laughed. “That’s usually what I say to you.”
Utivich faked anger. “I could just leave.”
Donny nodded. “Alright, alright. Get my shirt awff. Careful.”
Utivich managed to remove Donny’s suspenders and undershirt without too much cursing on Donny’s part.
“Alright, let’s get you turned over.”
Carefully Utivich wrapped his arms around Donny, and Donny tried his best to turn without moving any muscles. It was painful, but they managed. Once Donny was on his stomach he breathed a sigh of relief. “Ah, fuck. That feels bettah already.”
Donny closed his eyes and heard Utivich whistle above him. “Damn Donny. You have a whole muscle over by your sciatic that is wrenched out of place. It’s actually visibly wrenched.”
Donny kept his eyes closed and spoke into the ground. “Whatevah Uti, just fix it, will you?”
Donny felt Utivich’s hands on his back, just caressing him at first. After a moment, Utivich started kneading the problem area, above Donny’s left kidney. It really fucking hurt, but Donny just hissed in complaint. “Hang on, trust me. This’ll feel better soon.”
Donny laughed again. “Usually I’m the one saying that.”
Donny couldn’t see Utivich’s face, but he felt his hands jab more forcefully into the knot. “Fuck, Smitty, careful.” A few more kneads of Utivich’s knuckles, and some hissing on Donny’s part, and suddenly Donny felt a pop.
“Ah! Fuck!” Donny paused. The majority of the pain was gone. Now he was just left with some soreness, but it was a hell of a lot better than the stabbing pain that had been there just a few minutes earlier. “Holy shit. Utivich, you just fucking cured me. How the hell?”
Utivich laughed. “I told you it would feel better. I just got your muscle to relax and drop back into its normal place. It’s like popping a dislocated shoulder back in, kind of.”
Donny started to push himself up. “Wow Uti, youah incredible.” A firm hand on Donny’s back kept him on the ground.
“Hold up. Just because I fixed that problem doesn’t mean you don’t have other knots and problems. Just lie there for a bit. You wanted a massage, didn’t you?”
Donny smiled, and relaxed back onto the ground. “I don’t know Uti. You start getting awll hot on me, I don’t know if I’m gonna be up to fucking you into the dirt heah. Gotta give the back a few days to heal befoah that.”
Utivich’s hands were roaming Donny’s back, carefully kneading circles wherever they found a knot. Donny felt Utivich lean forward, his breath on his ear. “Well, you know, sex is a real good way to loosen up. But you’re right, I don’t think you’re up to fucking me right now.”
Something in the way Utivich said that made Donny suspicious. Deeply suspicious. Suspicious like the 1919 World Series. Still, Donny put it out of his mind, and laid back to enjoy the attention Utivich was lavishing on him.
The more knots and sore spots Utivich worked out of his back, the more Donny realized how unbelievably sexy this was. Utivich’s hands, bigger and stronger than would seem at first glance. He kneaded careful circles over Donny’s back, and every once in a while a hand would caress, instead of massage. Donny felt himself beginning to grow hard beneath Utivich’s strong hands.
Donny suspected Utivich was growing aroused too, because soon Utivich was placing kisses on Donny’s back, between rubbing. Donny groaned a little. “Fuck Uti, I thought we agreed I couldn’t fuck you.”
Donny felt Utivich’s lips press onto the nape of his neck. “Mmmhmm.” Wetness: Utivich was running his tongue back there. Donny shuddered. “We did agree. So just relax.”
Donny squirmed as he felt Utivich lick, suck, and kiss his way down his spine. As he got lower and lower, Donny grew more and more aroused. “Uti, what do you think youah…”
Donny could hear Utivich fumbling around behind him, but he couldn’t crane his neck to see what he was doing. Then Utivich’s mouth was back beside his ear. “Relaxed yet?”
Donny shifted, rubbing his hard cock into the ground. “Actually, I think youah sending me in the opposite direction from relaxed.”
Utivich laughed, then leaned forward and kissed him. Donny eagerly thrust his tongue into Utivich’s mouth. Utivich sucked on Donny’s tongue, and Donny moaned into his mouth. Utivich pressed a light kiss on Donny’s lips, then pulled away. Donny grumbled.
Utivich laughed and kissed Donny’s back, working his way down again. “Uti…youah making my back tense again…”
Utivich nipped at Donny’s skin. “Shut up Donny.”
Donny smiled, eyes still closed. He loved it when Utivich ordered him around. He would never tell him that, of course. He didn’t need Utivich getting any stupid ideas into his head, like…”Eh!”
Utivich was busy undoing Donny’s pants. “What? Isn’t this what you want?”
Donny grumbled. “It’s no fun if I don’t get to fuck you…”
Donny couldn’t see him, but Donny swore he could hear the raised eyebrow in his voice. “Really?” Utivich had managed to get Donny’s pants down around his knees by this point. Donny could feel one of Utivich’s hands slowly creeping around his side, worming its way closer and closer to his cock. Donny arched backwards, trying to give Utivich room to maneuver. Utivich leaned forward and Donny felt hot breath on his ear. “You want me to jerk you off?” Donny gasped and twitched as Utivich’s hand barely touched his throbbing shaft. “What was that?”
Donny grimaced. “Damn it Uti, youah taking advantage of an injured guy. Come on.”
Utivich’s hand was stroking Donny’s thigh, just centimeters away from his cock. “What do you mean taking advantage? I’m trying to help you relax. You just have to tell me what you want.”
Donny closed his hand into a fist and hit the ground in frustration. “I should just flip you and fuck you senseless right heah, you know that?”
Utivich was kneading Donny’s ass with one hand, while the other still teased at his thigh. “As the person who just fixed your back, I’m going to have to recommend against that. Now, what is it you want?”
Donny pounded his fist into the ground a few more times. “Fuck Uti, as soon as my back is better I am going to fuck you into a tree.” When Utivich just continued his taunting almost-ministrations, Donny huffed. “Jerk me off, you little fuck.”
Utivich must have figured that was the best Donny was going to give him, because the next thing Donny felt was Utivich’s hand pumping his cock slowly and firmly. “Ah! Fucking yes, fuck, Uti…” Donny’s hands scrambled at the dirt.
Donny felt Utivich pressing his fingers to his lips, and opened his eyes. “Suck,” commanded Utivich.
Donny wanted to protest, but Utivich shoved his fingers into Donny’s mouth before he could say anything. At this point, Donny was too far-gone to protest too much anyway. Eagerly, he sucked and licked Utivich’s fingers. Utivich pulled his fingers out, and Donny opened his eyes and tried to look back. “I thought we said I couldn’t fuck you?”
Utivich continued steadily stroking Donny. The next thing Donny felt was Utivich’s wet fingers sliding down his back, to the crack of his ass…Donny bucked. “Whoa! Fuck! Smitty, you fuckah! Get away from theah!” Donny felt his muscles twinge as he tried to turn around.
Utivich’s fingers stopped just outside Donny’s anus. He leaned forward and sucked on Donny’s ear. Donny tried his best not to moan, but then Utivich started pressing on his anus, making small, firm circles there with his slick fingers. “Ah…fuck…” Donny breathed hard, trying to focus. “Alright, alright. Fingahs. Fingahs only.”
Utivich moved his lips from Donny’s ear down to his neck. “There you go.” He mumbled into Donny’s skin. Donny immediately tensed as he felt a single finger slip in. Utivich mumbled soothing noises. “Shhh. Donny, relax. Remember how we talked about the prostate?” Utivich took his hand away from Donny’s cock to knead and rub Donny’s ass. Donny nodded. “You remember how much I love it when you hit it while we’re fucking? How much I moan and need it?” Donny moaned as Utivich slid his finger in and out.
Donny felt a second finger slip in. He breathed slowly out. The second finger wasn’t as bad as the first. Utivich’s hand moved from Donny’s ass and back to his cock as his other scissored inside of him. A slight adjustment and… “Ah! Holy fuck Utivich right theah just keep doing that ah…”
Utivich slipped a third finger in, scissoring Donny’s passage open, while still hitting the prostate often enough that Donny’s stream of cursing and compliments didn’t stop. “Ah Uti so fucking good you doing this every time we do anything the fucking prostate is fan-fucking-tastic ahhh just right theah…”
Donny felt Utivich’s fingers slip out of him. Although he would never admit it, even under torture, Donny was pretty sure he whimpered. Donny heard Utivich spit and tensed up. “Wait, we said just fingahs!”
Utivich sighed and slapped Donny’s ass. “Donny, I am about to fuck you. Now you can either be a little bitch and whine about it, or you can take it.”
Donny bucked forward involuntarily. Holy fuck, assertive Utivich was sexy. Donny growled. “Fuck me.”
Donny felt Utivich’s cock slide up to his anus, and slowly push in. Utivich had one hand on Donny’s hips, the other reaching around to stroke Donny. Donny did his best to breathe steadily. “Ah, Donny…” Utivich keened as he slid himself in. A few small thrusts, and Donny felt Utivich’s hips settle up against his ass.
Donny slowly forced himself to relax, and allowed his body to adjust around the feel of Utivich’s cock buried deep in his ass. After a few moments, Utivich began moving. Small thrusts at first, slowly building up the pace. Utivich’s hand was keeping time with his hips, stroking Donny expertly.Slowly Donny’s hips began to move, pressing back against Utivich’s thrusts. Grunting, Utivich shifted positions.
“Ah! Fuck, Utivich, there. Keep it right…ovah theah…ah fuck me, fuck me.”
Utivich laughed breathlessly. “Thought I was doing that.”
Donny could feel the pressure building already. Every thrust of Utivich’s hips sent waves of pleasure up his spine and into his cock. Donny’s fingernails scrapped through the dirt as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. Utivich continued to stroke firmly at his cock, speeding up the pace as his thrusts picked up speed. “Come on Utivich, fuck me hard. Harder, you fucking…ah…” Donny thrust back hard onto Utivich’s thrusts, which were coming faster and more sporadically. A few more thrusts and Donny felt Utivich shudder on top of him. He could feel Utivich’s seed fill him, and the thought of it was enough to make him come.
Donny collapsed on the ground, Utivich lying on top of him. Donny could feel Utivich’s heartbeat on his back. A moment later Utivich was pushing himself up, off Donny, and pulling himself out. Donny sighed. “Don’t get any idears, alright Uti? That was a treat foah you, special from me.”
Utivich laughed, and laid himself down on the ground next to Donny. “Oh yeah Donny, you didn’t enjoy that at all.”
Donny opened his eyes and looked over at Utivich. Donny loved looking at post-coital Utivich. His blue eyes were always relaxed and heavy-lidded, his hair was tousled and soaked with sweat. Donny leaned forward and kissed him, slowly and deliberately. Utivich melted beneath him. “I fuck you next time.”
Utivich sighed. “Alright. But admit that the prostate felt great.”
Donny stretched carefully. “I like it better when I know you’re the one feeling that.” Utivich blinked, an unreadable expression on his face. Donny quickly backtracked. “Besides, gotta keep up the reputation. The Bear Jew fucks, not gets fucked.”
Utivich rolled his eyes. “Alright Donny. Let’s get you cleaned up and on a soft patch of earth. You can’t go throwing out your back every time you beat a Nazi.” Donny smiled and watched Utivich putz around. If this was the result of throwing out his back, he needed to make a note to do it more often.
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