Sequel to "Uti's a Virgin"

[amuly]

Sequel Time!
Alright, this one specially goes to the anon who commented on "Uti's a Virgin" and requested a sequel to it.
So it seems, for some reason, that in my stories: a.) wicki always cooks, b.) donny is always hungry, and c.) they are always insanely long. I do not understand my brain, but there you go.
Also, I down-played the Donny accent, and used it on the words that my friends most make fun of me for. I do like doing the accent, but I understand that it can be hard to read, so we'll see if I can't find a happy medium for this.

Title: Sequel to Uti's a Virgin. Totally original title, I know.
Pairings: Donny/Uti and Stiglitz/Wicki
Word Count: 3,044
Rating: Eh...very soft R
Summary: The morning after, Uti and Donny try and figure their stuff out, and run into Stiglitz and Wicki...
Warning: none, m/m stuff
A/N: Oh my gosh this turned sappy. I have no idea how that happened, and I apologize profusely for the amount of sap. Seriously. Gagk.Also, writing about Stiglitz makes me smoke soooo many cigarettes. IB fanfiction is dangerous to my health...ah, and for all you stiglitz/wicki shippers: this is me easing into them as a pairing. so i hope you guys like ^.^ as for donny/uti shippers: don't kill me for the amount of sap and lack of sex! nyrgk!
Translator: Big thank-yous and hugs to emcee_mana , who was absolutely lovely and translated all this mean old german for me! *Kermit the frog voice:* yayyyyyy!!!

            Donny walked away from the river, rubbing his head. Water droplets flew from his hair, glinting in the early morning light. His quick bath in the river had washed off the feel of vomit and sickness leftover from last night, and now he could focus on more urgent concerns. Like his stomach. His stomach really wanted food, now.

            As Donny grew closer to the campsite, his stomach growled louder. He could smell wood burning and gruel cooking, and he quickened his pace. The campsite soon became visible, and Donny saw that Wicki was on breakfast duty. A good thing too; most of the other Basterds couldn’t cook worth shit. Then again, just about anything would taste good right now, all Donny needed was something to fill the hole in his stomach.

            “Wicki! Chow!” Wicki glanced up from the pot and nodded, grabbing a bowl for Donny and ladling some gruel into it. “Ah, Wicki, you’re fucking amazing. Thanks.” Donny flashed a smile at Wicki as he took the gruel. For a moment, Wicki looked like he was going to say something. Donny started slurping some of the gruel down, sans spoon, and furrowed his brows. “What’s the matter with you, Wicki? Got something to say?”

            Wicki shuffled a little bit. Glancing over Donny’s shoulder, he leaned forward. “What you said last night, and what Hugo said…”

            Donny wiped gruel off his mouth with his sleeve and glared. “Hey, Stiggy wants to start something, and he can just come on ovah here and we’ll start something.”

            Wicki shook his head. “No, no. It’s not that. Hugo, he…I…”

            A hand pressed down on Donny’s shoulder. He looked back, straight into Stiglitz’s face. “What you looking at, Stiglitz?”

            Stiglitz wasn’t looking at Donny, though. “Das erzählen du nicht zu ihm, naja?" /You’re not telling him, are you?/

            Donny looked back over at Wicki, who looked like…well, kind of like he was blushing. “Wenn er und Utivich beginnt, hab' ich gedacht..." /I just figured if him and Utivich were going to start…/

            “Nein.” Stiglitz looked Wicki up and down. Donny just stood there, looking confusedly between the two. “Dient Frühstück. Aldo hast gesagt, das wir auf elf Uhr gehen." /Serve breakfast. Aldo says we’re not moving out until eleven./”

            Donny looked back at Wicki, who looked decidedly happier, for some reason. “Wir sollen vorsichtig sein, das Bären-Juden und der Kleiner Mann vielleicht ein Zurückgezogenes Gebiet finden." /We better be careful, the Bear Jew and the Little Man may be looking for the same secluded spot./

            Donny glared. “Wait, I recognized those words. You’re talking about me and Uti, arenchya?” Donny might be thick-headed, but he wasn’t dumb. Not all of the time.

            Behind him, Stiglitz lit a cigarette and blew smoke in Donny’s face. “You and Utivich have fun.” He said, German accent heavy over the slow words.

            Donny started after Stiglitz, pissed, but before he could take two steps Utivich appeared in front of him. “Hey Donny.”

            Donny blinked, temper draining out of him. “Oh, hey Uti.” Donny’s hand twitched. He wanted to touch Utivich: ruffle his hair, pat his cheek, something, but he held back. It would probably be best if he didn’t.

            Utivich ducked his head down, blushing. “Hey, Donny, I was gonna get some food.”

            Donny blinked, not realizing what Utivich meant for a moment. “Oh, oh, alright.” Donny stepped aside, letting Utivich step up to the pot.

            “Hey Wicki.” Wicki nodded as he poured the gruel.

            Donny stayed back, staring at Utivich. What he had said last night wasn’t just the liquor talking. He really had been hoping to fuck Utivich since basic training. There was just something about his neatly combed hair that Donny just had to muss up. So Donny felt fine about last night. Hell, he was happy he had finally managed to get his hands into Utivich’s pants, even if it was just for a moment. The problem now was trying to figure out if Utivich thought it was a whole big mistake, or just wanted to get some release, or what.

            Donny grabbed Utivich by the back of the neck. “Come on Uti. I got a seat saved for you ovah heah.”

            Utivich turned around, clutching his bowl of gruel and looking slightly terrified. “You just walked over, you can’t have a seat…”

            “Ulmer! Get off your ass, you’re in my seat.” Ulmer jumped up, stumbling over his own feet. “See? Saved you a seat.”

            Utivich stared after Ulmer, but obediently sat down next to Donny. Utivich poked at his gruel as Donny tried to figure out exactly what he wanted to say. “Listen, Donny…”

            “Utivich, you wanna fuck me? ‘Cause I wanna fuck you. And not just fuck. I’ll take care of you. You know, I got your name on my bat. Had it on there since you got grazed a few months back. Got worried, and figured I gotta make sure you’re okay. I know you can take care of yourself and everything, so don’t think that I think you’re a pussy or anything, but I still look out for you, just because. But, I wanna fuck you too.”

            Donny let out a long breath. He wasn’t sure what he just said, but he thought it might sound good. Donny looked down over at Utivich. His head was down, and expression hidden. “Hey, come on, say something.” Donny shoved Utivich.

            Utivich shook his head and looked up. His expression was unreadable. “I need a few minutes to think.”

            Donny nodded. Utivich stared at him. “Oh, you wanna I should go?” Utivich nodded, exasperated. “Oh, okay. Just uh, just think about it, okay? And like, I’m…” Donny fumbled. “I’m not an asshole, you know? I mean, I am, but…not to you.” Donny ruffled Utivich’s hair, and got up. “Hey, Aldo!”

            Donny jumped up and jogged over to Aldo, who was squatting by the fire with some papers and a mug. “Hey, what we doing today?”

            Aldo took a sip from his mug and smacked his lips. “Intel says that at noon, a big ol’ Nazi contingent will be headin’ on up the road about a mile up from here. I’m thinking we hold until ten-thirty, eleven, then get into position and ambush those krauts. How’s that sit with you?”

            Donny stared down at the map. “Flat ground between here and there?”

            Aldo sipped from his mug again. “Mostly. Slight uphill from here, then the road sits about two feet lower, so we’ll have a slight height advantage.”

            Donny nodded. “Sounds good. What time is it now?”

            Aldo pulled his pocket watch out of his breast pocket. “Nine.”

            Donny paused for a moment. “So…one and a half hours?”

            Aldo looked sidelong at Donny. “Yeah Donowitz. You got plans?”

            Donny whipped his head around to stare at Utivich. He was staring at the last bits of gruel in his bowl. “No... I... see you, Lieutenant.”

            Donny jumped up and ran back over to Utivich. Skidding to a stop, Donny dropped down on his haunches. “Hey, Uti, we gotta hour and a half.”

            Utivich raise his eyebrows. “Yeah, so?”

            Donny paused. “Oh, well, I figured you’d wanna do something more than a quick hand job. You know, if I shove my fingers up your ass…”

            Utivich scrambled around, face turning bright red. “Donny, shut up!”

            Donny blinked, but shut his mouth. Who would have thought that Utivich would get all embarrassed now? Utivich rubbed the back of his neck. “Alright, Donny, come on. We’ll talk in private.” Utivich set down his bowl on the log. Donny vaguely noted that Wicki wasn’t at the pot of gruel. Everyone must have gotten their breakfast already.

            Utivich grabbed Donny’s wrist and dragged him away from the campsite, into the woods. Donny allowed himself to be dragged, stealing a glance at Utivich’s ass in the meantime. Hell, if Utivich wanted to drag him around, he might as well get some enjoyment out of it.

            About halfway through picturing what Utivich’s ass would look like as he dragged slicked fingers down its crack, Utivich let go of Donny’s wrist. He kept walking quickly forward, and Donny jogged up so they were shoulder to shoulder. “Listen, Uti...”

            Utivich cut Donny off. “Alright Donny, shut up and listen for a moment.” Donny clacked his mouth shut. He smiled to himself: little Utivich could stand up for himself when the occasion called for it. “Okay. So, I need to know something before I make any sort of decision.”

            Donny nodded. “Whatevah you need, Uti.”

            Utivich stopped walking and turned to face Donny. Donny stopped too, staring down at Utivich. He wasn’t sure what Utivich was after, until Utivich reached out and clutched at Donny’s jacket. Slowly, Utivich leaned forward. Getting the idea, Donny wrapped his arms around Utivich and kissed him. Donny felt Utivich sag beneath him, and smiled into the kiss. Hesitantly, Donny swiped his tongue across Utivich’s lips. Utivich eagerly opened his mouth, and the two stood there, tongues sliding over one another’s, hands clutching at each other’s bodies.

            Pulling back, Donny smiled down at Utivich, who already looked mussed and confused. His eyes were glazed over with happiness, and his lips were shimmering wet. “Good answer?” Donny asked, grinning cockily.

            Before Utivich could reply, a voice floated through the trees. “Scheisse! Bist vorsichtig!" /Shit! Careful!/

            Utivich immediately pulled his pistol out, but Donny cocked his head. “Hang on, Uti. That sound like Wicki to you?”

            Utivich lowered his gun slowly, listening.

            “Wenn du noch sein, das tut dir nicht weh. Du hast der Schweinefett vergessen" /Well if you’d hold still this wouldn’t hurt as much. It’s your fault you forgot the cooking fat./

            Utivich nodded. “That was Stiglitz.”

            Donny squinted. “What the fuck do you figure those two are up to?”

            Utivich blushed, not looking at Donny. “Actually, I have an idea. Come on, let’s head back to camp…” Utivich reached for Donny, but he pulled away.

            “No, hang on Uti. Those two fuckahs messed up our time togethah this morning, and Stiggy laughed at me last night. I wanna see what they’re up to.” Donny purposefully struck out in the direction of their voices, and Utivich jogged along beside him.

            “Really Donny, I don’t think you want to see what they’re up to.” Vague noises were getting louder. A small, broken down wall came into view. The voices sounded like they were just on the other side of it. To Donny, it sounded like Wicki and Stiglitz were lifting weights, or arm wrestling, or something. There was certainly enough grunting going on.

            “Come on, whatchya think they’re doing anyways? I mean, it’s not like…”

            Donny and Utivich rounded the side of the broken wall. Sure enough, there was Stiglitz and Wicki. In fact, they almost looked like they were wrestling. Only their pants were around their ankles, and Stiglitz was effectively fucking Wicki into the ground behind the wall. Wicki's hands were scrambling over the leaves and dirt, mouth open and eyes closed. Stiglitz was biting Wicki's shoulder, fingers digging into Wicki's hips as he mercilessly thrust into him. Both were too busy, and too far gone, to notice the two Americans who stumbled upon their little moment. “Holy fuck!” Donny jumped backwards about three feet, then slipped on the bed of leaves carpeting the ground. Falling on his ass, Donny tried his best to cover his eyes. “Holy fuck!” He shouted again. Between trying to scramble to his feet and avoid looking at them, Donny saw Stiglitz pull out of Wicki, a seriously pissed off expression on his face.

            Donny forced his eyes away and noticed Utivich handling the situation slightly better: he had simply turned around and was blushing furiously. Donny looked up at Utivich as he looked down. “I told you that you wouldn’t want to see it.”

            Donny glanced back over at Stiglitz and Wicki, then immediately regretted it. Wicki had already managed to pull up his pants, but Stiglitz sure was taking his sweet time. Donny decided the best course of action was to follow Utivich’s lead, so he quickly pulled himself to his feet and turned around. “Fuck, sorry. Fuck. Holy shit. Fuck.”

            Utivich looked over at Donny. “Real eloquent.”

            Donny smacked Utivich upside his head. “Hey, fuck you. I don’t need to be eloquent. I bet you want me to do to you what Stiggy was just doing to Wicki, dontchya?” Utivich sucked in a breath and blushed more, if that was even possible. Donny nodded happily. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now shut up you face.”

            Utivich leaned over. “Why are you Stiglitz? Why aren’t you the one getting fucked?”

            Donny looked incredulously over at Utivich. “Yeah kid, you keep daydreaming about that, ‘cause it’s nevah gonna happen.” Donny turned slightly and shouted over his shoulder. “Hey, yous guys decent yet?”

            Donny heard the striking of a match, followed by Wicki’s voice. “Yes, you can turn around.”

            Donny and Utivich both turned around. Wicki was running a hand through his hair, embarrassed, but apparently willing to talk to Donny and Utivich. Stiglitz was sucking down a cigarette, looking more pissed off at being interrupted than at the fact that Donny and Utivich now knew. “Sorry, we were away from camp, we did not think…” Wicki started.

            “Verdammt Arschloch Amerikaner. Sie können uns für eine Minute nicht alleine gehen. Ich will eine blasen empfangen." /Fucking asshole Americans. Can’t leave us alone for a minute. Tonight I want a blowjob./

            Wicki glared at Stiglitz. “Halt's Maul. Wenn wir diese weg gehen, können wir das beenden." /Okay, shut up. If we get rid of these two, we can finish up right now./

            Stiglitz sucked angrily on his cigarette some more, but said nothing.

            Donny just watched the two Germans, not understanding a word of it, except that Stiglitz said something bad about Americans. Donny had the wherewithal to assume that he was referring to himself and Utivich. Wicki turned back to face the two of them. “Last night, Hugo said ‘Donny, you and I share a common interest.’ This is what he meant.”

            Donny nodded, still a bit in shock. “Thanks Wicki, I wouldn’t have figured that.” Wicki and Utivich both shot Donny looks, obviously skeptical as to his ability to properly make the connection. Donny chose to ignore the two of them. “How long this been going on? Stiggy joined up, what, seven months ago, right? You two Germans just figure, fuck it, we’re German and we’ll screw?”

            Stiglitz lit another cigarette with the end of his last one, and continued to suck smoke into his lungs. “ Donowitz will kennen, wie wir haben ficken anzufangen?" /Donowitz wants to know how we started fucking?/

            Wicki nodded. “Ja.” Wicki focused back on Donny. “We talked a lot, because I had to help Hugo learn English. He was more forceful about what he wanted than you were, Donny.”

            Donny glanced over at Utivich, then scuffed his shoes on the dirt. “Eh, fuck you Wicki. I’m taking my time, so what. Maybe I got more respect for Uti ovah heah than your Stiggy has for you. Maybe I wanna treat Uti better than Stiggy treats you.”

            Before Wicki could say anything, Stiglitz jumped up and grabbed Donny by the throat. He squeezed tightly, and Donny reached up to grab at his wrist. Slowly Stiglitz blew smoke into Donny’s face as he glared. “I understood you think I’m not good to Wilhelm?”

            Donny struggled to breathe around Stiglitz’s crushing grip and through the smoke. “Just saying it’s an issue of respect. I got respect for Uti. You have any for Wicki?”

            Stiglitz didn’t turn his head. “Was bedeutet 'respect'?" /What’s ‘respect’?/

            Wicki stood with his arms crossed. “Rücksicht."

            Stiglitz tightened his grip on Donny’s throat. Donny could feel his face turning red, the blood getting cut off on the sides of his neck. Fucking Stiglitz…"I have respect Wilhelm.” Stiglitz leaned in close. “Shut your fucking mouth sometimes, Donowitz.”

            Stiglitz let Donny go, shoving him backwards as he did so. Donny fought for air, sucking it in deeply as he felt the blood rush back into his head. He felt Utivich reach out and put his hands on his back, but Donny shoved him away. “I’m alright Uti, back off and gimme some air.”

            Donny looked back up and watched Stiglitz. He was lighting another cigarette with his last one. Man smoked like a chimney, fuck. Wicki turned and looked at Utivich. “What were you two doing out here?”

            “Donny and I needed to talk.” Utivich said carefully.

            Donny glared at Stiglitz, who continued to smoke his cigarette. “Come on, Uti. We don’t need a fucking interrogation.” Donny reached over and grabbed Utivich’s elbow, tugging slightly.

            Wicki walked over to Utivich. “Hang on, Donowitz.” Wicki leaned over and whispered into Utivich’s ear. Utivich blushed at first, but then listened intently, nodding occasionally. Donny tried to step forward and hear what Wicki was saying, but Utivich waved him back. A moment later Wicki pulled back and clapped Utivich on the back. “Alright? And just ask me about anything.”

            Utivich nodded, flashing Wicki a shy smile. “Thanks. Stiglitz.” Utivich nodded at Stiglitz, who nodded back.

            Donny just glared at the both of them. “I’d say go fuck yourselves, but you would.”

            Utivich sighed and put his hand on the small of Donny’s back. “Alright Donny, let’s go. Come on.”

            After they were a few yards away from the wall, and he could hear that Wicki and Stiglitz had started talking to each other again, Donny turned to Utivich. “What did Wicki say to you?”

            Utivich shrugged, kicking at a pinecone. “Just some advice.”

            Donny raised his eyebrows and leered. “What kind of advice?”

            Utivich rolled his eyes. “Okay, you know what kind of advice you’re thinking of? Well, the practical version of that.”

            Donny squinted and thought about that for a moment. “Oh. That’s good.” Donny wrapped an arm around Utivich. “But you know, I’d nevah hurt you. I’d be careful.”

            Utivich smiled up at Donny. “Yeah, well, I can look out for myself.”

            Donny pulled Utivich in for a kiss. He would never admit it, but he had a feeling he was going to be grateful for whatever advice Wicki gave Utivich, real soon.



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