Sequel Sequel
Dec. 8th, 2009 03:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amulyWell, I only have two papers due by next Tuesday, which equals massive downtime on my part (hahaha yeah right). Point is, I decided to write another fic. I actually have two plot bunnies in my head right now, this is the first one, a Donny/Uti centric one. The next is a Stiglitz/Wicki one, and is going to be much more artsy and dramatic. Maybe. So, onto the fic!!
Sequel to this one, which is a sequel to this one.
Title: Come on Donny, Just Say It
Pairings: Donny/Uti, Stiglitz/Wicki, Wicki/Uti
Word Count: 4,909
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Donny and Utivich in an established relationship, and Utivich goes and fucks it all to hell.
Warnings: boy-boy loving, angst.
A/N: Once again, I lack the ability to write short fics. so enjoy this long-ass one! yayy. Enjoy!
Donny woke up, blinking and looking around bleary-eyed. Fumbling, he reached out for his bat. It was a few feet away, within arm’s reach. His fingers closed around it and he sighed. Sometimes he felt more naked without his bat in his hands than he did with no clothes on. Using the bat as leverage, Donny hauled himself to his feet. He gripped the bat behind his head, stretching leisurely. Yesterday had been a good day. They had killed a dozen or so Nazi’s, raided their bodies for goods. Later, Uti and him had fucked in the woods after dinner. All in all, he couldn’t ask for a better day.
In fact, now that Donny thought about him, where was Utivich? They bunked together now, “for wahmth,” as Donny had growled at Aldo, after Aldo had a mind to say something about it. Donny scanned the campsite, and laid eyes on Utivich standing over with Wicki, who was serving breakfast again. Donny grinned, then frowned. Utivich and Wicki had their heads close together, and were talking quietly and quickly about something. Donny bared his teeth a bit and stalked over.
Every since Donny and Uti had found out about Stiglitz and Wicki, and subsequently started fucking, Utivich and Wicki were spending an awful lot of time together. Donny hadn’t complained so far: after all, he was pretty sure it was Wicki’s tutelage that had turned his blushing virgin into the fantastic fuck that he was now. Hell, Utivich was probably the best fuck Donny had ever had (which was entirely based on Utivich’s skills with his tongue and hands, and had absolutely nothing to do with any sort of emotional attachment on Donny’s part…). Still, this little friendship, or mentorship, or whatever the hell it was, was going too far. Utivich was his, after all, not Wicki’s.
Donny loomed up behind Utivich. “Hey. Got breakfast?” Donny frowned when Utivich jumped at his voice. What the hell, why would he go and do that? However, Donny’s frown melted away when Utivich turned around, grinning goofily at Donny. “Hey, got you some.” Utivich handed a full bowl to Donny. “Lieutenant says we got another hour before we pack up and head out, so, you know. Hurry up.”
Donny smiled down at Utivich. Damnit, but Utivich was fucking sexy and cute all wrapped up into one. Donny made a note to kiss the crinkles in the corners of Utivich’s eyes after breakfast, once they were alone. “Five minutes. Southwest.” Donny nodded over in the direction of a thicker grove of trees and underbrush him and Utivich had discovered the night before. “Wicki.” Wicki nodded at Donny, expression fixed. Stiglitz seemed to be rubbing off on him.
Whistling happily, Donny strolled away, bowl of gruel in one hand, bat up against his shoulder in the other. As quickly as he could, Donny scarfed down the breakfast, fumbling through his bag for an extra jacket. Him and Utivich were beginning to learn some of the finer points of having gay sex in the wilderness: point number one, things got messy easily. Well, point number one probably had more to do with the cooking fat that Wicki would give Utivich, but then point number two would be that things got messy, in part because of point number one.
Dropping the bowl on his bedding, Donny tucked his bat under one arm, jacket over his other, and tucked a pistol into his pants. Never could be too safe, after all. That would probably be point number three. Fuck, Donny could write a fucking novel on this shit. Donny’s Manual on Fucking Your Comrade in Nazi-Occupied France. That shit would be a fucking best-seller.
Looking as inconspicuous as possible, Donny wandered over to the southwest of the campsite. About a hundred yards out he found himself some underbrush and a tree he dubbed thick enough to serve his and Uti’s purposes. Donny laid out the jacket he brought with him on the ground. Scratching his stomach and stretching, Donny waited patiently, kind of, for Utivich.
Two minutes later he heard twigs snapping and leaves crunching underfoot. Another thirty seconds and Utivich’s head appeared around the side of the tree. “Hey.” He grinned.
“Finally, fuck.” Donny grabbed Utivich and shoved him against the tree, tongue immediately forcing its way down Utivich’s throat. Utivich happily reciprocated, in spades. His hands slipped across Donny’s chest, sliding his suspenders off, before going to the waist to unbutton his pants. Donny was already semi-hard, and it only took a few strokes from Utivich to get him fully erect. “You coordinate with Stiggy and Wicki?” Donny mumbled into Utivich’s mouth, his own hands seeking out Utivich’s belt buckle.
“Yeah, they’re northeast.” Ever since the first “incident”, Donny and Utivich had made sure to coordinate their rendezvous with Stiglitz and Wicki’s, so as not to repeat it. Utivich let out a little whimper as Donny took him into his hand. Donny stroked gently: he knew from experience that Utivich lost control much more quickly when Donny remained in control.
“Grease?” Utivich nodded, kissing Donny deeply one more time before scrambling around through the jacket he had thrown on the ground for it. Wicki had been thoughtful enough to scrounge up a thermos for Utivich, and it had become his and Donny’s official “bottle of lube”. Point number four for the book: thermoses were useful in multiple ways.
Quickly pulling down Utivich’s pants, Donny dipped his fingers into the thermos. Reaching around Utivich’s back, he traced a line slowly down the crack of Utivich’s ass. “Fuck Donny, let’s go. Aldo will chew us out if we’re late.”
Donny kissed Utivich to shut him up, but still complied, slipping a single finger in. Utivich squirmed, then settled, muscles relaxing around Donny’s finger. Carefully, Donny slipped a second finger in, at first merely thrusting them, then scissoring them. When Donny felt Utivich’s muscles loosen, then slipped a third finger in, carefully crooking them. “Ah, ah fuck, Donny. There, there…” Utivich gasped and mumbled, biting into Donny’s shoulder. Donny grabbed Utivich’s ass with his free hand and ground into him, trying to relieve some of his own building tension.
“Good?” Donny grunted into Utivich’s hair.
“Yes, yes fucking good. Come on.”
Donny removed his fingers and dipped them again into the thermos, stroking himself until he was good and slicked up. Utivich had turned around and had his hands up against the tree, ass presented for Donny. Donny let out a sigh, hand caressing the two pale globes. “Come on, Donny. You gonna take a picture or you gonna fuck me?”
Donny grinned. Easing forward carefully, Donny thrust himself into Utivich’s waiting ass. Utivich let out a low moan, pushing his hips back onto Donny’s. Donny grunted and panted. “Fuck Utivich, you’re tighter than a nun’s. Fuck.”
Utivich moved forward and pressed back impatiently. “Well don’t treat me like one, come on, fuck me.”
Donny didn’t need to be told twice. Pulling his hips back, Donny shoved into Utivich again. Utivich let out a little keening noise. Leaning forward, Donny put his left hand over Utivich’s on the tree, right hand gripping Utivich’s hips. Quickly the two fell into a rhythm, it not taking long for Donny to get close to the edge. Donny started to reach around to jerk Utivich off, but Utivich took his right hand away from the tree and wrapped it around his own cock. Panting, Donny returned his hand back to Utivich’s hip, rubbing his thumb over the smooth expanse of Utivich’s ass. “How you doing?” Donny pressed his cheek onto Utivich’s back, sticking to the sweat there.
Utivich panted. “Almost…”
Donny felt himself getting close. Fumbling, he turned his head and peppered Utivich’s back with kisses. “Uti…lo…fuck…” Donny cut himself off, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. “Ah, fuck…Uti, you…I lo…” loosing it, Donny gasped and came, hips twitching and cock pulsing. A moment later, he felt Utivich’s ass tightening around him, the added pressure overwhelming on his already satiated and sensitive cock. Their knees buckled at the same time, and the two collapsed onto the ground. Donny lay on Utivich’s back, breathing heavily. Utivich was lying on the ground, on the jacket that Donny had spread out before hand. Donny sighed, eyes still closed, listening to Utivich’s racing heartbeat. He never figured that he would have found something like this when he came over to Europe. He figured he’d bash some Nazi heads, win a war, and come back home. But then there was Utivich…
Donny groaned and pulled out of Utivich, rolling to the side. He lay there, staring up at the sunlight filtering through the trees. Reaching out, Donny found Utivich had rolled over and was lying on his back. Donny rubbed his hand gently along Utivich’s stomach. Utivich rolled onto his side and propped himself up onto his arm. “Hey, Donny. What were you saying?”
Donny blinked in the sunlight and turned his head to look at Utivich. “When?” Donny furrowed his brows. He knew what Utivich was asking, but he really didn’t want to talk about it.
“Just now, right before…you started saying something to me.”
Donny shifted uncomfortably. “Nothing, I don’t know. Just mumbling whatevah.” Watching Utivich’s face crinkle into a frown, Donny was reminded of what he wanted to do earlier. “Hey, come here.” Smoothing back Utivich’s hair with one hand, Donny closed his eyes and planted light kisses on the sides of Utivich’s eyes. He felt the crinkles smooth away under the ministrations of his lips.
“Nothing, nevermind.” Utivich sighed. “Come on, we gotta get back.”
Donny stopped kissing Utivich’s crinkles. “Alright kid.” Donny carefully turned Utivich’s chin and kissed him on the lips, gently and sweetly.
Rolling, Donny stood up and tucked himself back into his pants, zipping himself up. Stretching his suspenders, he pulled them up over his shoulders. Utivich stood up and straightened himself up, pulling up his pants and wiping himself off with the jacket. Smiling, Donny walked over and straightened Utivich’s hair. “I hate straightening your hair. When we get back home, you’re nevah gonna comb your hair again.”
Utivich got a strange look on his face, but then smiled. “Alright, Donny.”
Gathering up their stuff, Donny tucked his pistol back into his pants, tucked his bat under his arm and his jacket under the other. Utivich tucked the thermos back into his jacket and gathered that up. Donny wrapped his arm around Utivich and pulled him close. He sighed into Utivich’s hair and kissed the top of his head. He was going to have to do something about this. Sometime. Not today, not yet.
Two weeks later, Donny lay in his bedding at night, arm tucked behind his head and staring up at the stars. He was waiting for Utivich to climb in. Where the hell was he, anyway? He thought he saw Utivich mumbling with Wicki earlier after dinner. He didn’t know what the hell was going on there. In fact, Wicki wasn’t around right now either. Where the hell were they? Donny sat up and looked around. Stiglitz was across the fire pit from him, looking just as confused as he was. Well doesn’t that just fuck the duck…
Donny stood up, grabbing his bat. He was going to have to have a little chat with Uti and Wicki. Uti was his, after all. And Donny didn’t like to share what was his.
Donny stalked off into the darkness around the campsite, listening for Utivich’s or Wicki’s voice. About thirty yards out, he caught the sound of Utivich’s voice to his right. Jogging quickly in that direction, Donny listened the noises getting louder. It wasn’t just Utivich’s voice, he could hear Wicki’s mumbles. In addition, it sounded like…
“What the fucking hell?! You mothah fuckah!” Half blind, Donny swung his bat, connecting with nothing but air.
“Fuck! Donny, wait!”
Donny barely took the time to see in the darkness before he dropped his bat and started throwing punches. “Wicki, you lying son of a bitch! I’m gonna fucking drill a hole in youah head the size of the fucking Charles, you son of a bitch!”
Wicki ducked, and Donny vaguely saw a scrambling to pull up pants. Wicki started to run off toward camp, and when Donny started to run off after him, he felt arms wrap around him. “Donny, wait! I can explain.”
Donny shoved off Utivich and spun around on him. “What the fuck you think youah gonna explain? ‘Oh, hey Don-Don, I’m just letting Wicki fuck my brains out.’ What, you don’t get enough of that from me? Your ass not raw enough yet, you little slut?”
Donny glowered down at Utivich, who had a pained and hurt expression on his face. “No, Donny, wait…”
“Fuck you Smitty! Fuck you and Wicki straight to fucking hell!” Donny grabbed Utivich by the neck and pulled him in close. “I said I’d nevah hurt you, and I meant it. I’m not gonna. But I am gonna bust the shit out of that fuckah Wicki’s face. And you get to watch.”
Donny tossed Utivich on the ground, then picked up his bat. As he jogged back to camp, Donny heard Utivich calling after him. “It’s not like that, Donny! Fuck!”
Donny ignored him, focusing the force of his anger onto one figure: Wicki. He entered the glow of the campfire and looked around. Wicki was standing over with Stiglitz, talking furiously, looking wide-eyed. “Fucking Wicki! Stop speaking in that mothah fucking kraut language! I’m gonna bash youah fucking head in!” Donny hefted his bat dangerously.
The rest of the Basterds perked up. A pissed off Donny was never a good thing, especially when his anger was directed at one of them, instead of at a Nazi. As Donny stalked over to Wicki, Stiglitz stepped in between them. “Stiglitz.” Donny straightened and looked him in the eyes. “I’m gonna say this slow, so get all of it.” Stiglitz nodded noncommittally. “I caught Wicki and Utivich fucking. Screwing. Having sex.” Donny gritted the words out carefully through his teeth.
Stiglitz expression changed as he comprehended the words. He turned to look back at Wicki, confused. In that moment of distraction Donny pulled back his hand and connected with Wicki’s face. It made a satisfying crunching noise. Stiglitz jumped and stepped between the two of them again. “No, Donowitz.” Stiglitz glared down Donny.
Donny practically breathed hatred at Wicki. “Whatevah. You deal with him. Have fun tending the broken nose of a cheating mothah fucking bastard!”
Donny stormed off, back to his bedding. Utivich was standing there. Furious, Donny threw his bat at a tree behind Utivich’s head. Utivich didn’t flinch. “Listen, Donny, I need you to listen to me. We need to talk about this.”
“You can talk all the fuck you want you fucking fuckah bastard! Talk into your own hand, or into Wicki’s ass, or where evah the hell you wanna talk. Just don’t try talking to me. Get your shit away from mine, go bunk with Wicki.”
Donny grabbed Utivich’s pack and bedding and threw it across the campsite, as far away as he could manage. “Nevah talk to me again.” Donny growled. With that, Donny collapsed into his own bedding, turning his back onto the fire and closing his eyes.
He could feel Utivich standing next to him, staring at him. “Donny…please…”
Donny could hear the tears in Utivich’s voice, so he didn’t open his eyes. If he did, and he looked into those big, blue eyes of Utivich’s, he knew that he would cave. And he couldn’t. Not when Utivich had gone and done that. So Donny kept his eyes closed. “Go fuck off and die Utivich.”
Donny could feel Utivich standing there for another moment or two, sniffling slightly. Then Donny heard feet crunching on dead twigs and leaves, and Utivich walked away. It was only then that Donny allowed himself to open his eyes and look out into the forest. Fucking Utivich. Donny took care of him, he was good to him. He was gentle, never hurt him. He even felt…well, it was a good thing Donny never told Utivich how he felt. He sure has hell didn’t feel that way now. Still, Donny knew he couldn’t fool himself. Utivich still had a hold over him. Otherwise his chest wouldn’t hurt so much, he wouldn’t feel all these other emotions simmering beneath the surface of his anger. Donny took in a breath and blew it out. Fuck Utivich. He didn’t appreciate everything Donny did for him, fine. Fuck him. Him and Wicki both.
Donny closed his eyes, and eventually, fell asleep.
The next morning Donny rolled over, expecting to find Utivich’s warm body next to him. Instead, he found cold ground. Fuck. Donny rolled up and looked around. Where the hell did he put his bat?
Standing up and fumbling, Donny remembered he had thrown it at a tree. Oh, fuck. He sure hoped that he hadn’t cracked it, or worse, split it. Donny scanned the ground. Where the hell had it gone?
“Sergeant Donowitz.” Donny’s head whipped around. Aldo was standing off to the side, holding his bat. “Will you kindly oblige me and get the fuck over here?”
Donny winced. Shit. That probably wasn’t the best display of soldierly conduct last night. Well, fuck it. Aldo would chew him out, that was nothing new. Donny avoided looking over in the direction of Wicki’s bedding, and marched over to Aldo, head held high. “Yessir.” He saluted sharply.
Aldo turned Donny’s bat over in his hands slowly. With relief, Donny noted that it wasn't split or cracked from his tirade last night. “Sergeant Donowitz, I don’t think you’ve ever explained to me the names you’ve got carved into here. Why don’t you talk about this over breakfast with me.”
Donny squinted at Aldo. Well shit. This wasn’t chewing out. This was probably worse. “Yessir.” Donny sat down on the ground next to Aldo’s equipment, and accepted the bowl of food Aldo handed to him. He didn’t feel much like eating this morning.
“You best eat that food, son. We don’t need you light-headed from hunger going into combat.”
Donny grimaced. Fucking Aldo, too smart. “Yessir.” Grudgingly, Donny slurped down as much of the gruel as he could stomach.
“Now, son. Explain to me the names.” Donny nodded.
“Well, before I left, I went over to a neighbor's house with the bat. She knew I was going off to protect our kind, and she was the first one to sign it. Remind me what I was fighting for, I guess. After that, I took the liberty of carving names of some of the local kids, you know, the kids I’d be fighting for and protecting. And then, it just…grew.” Aldo nodded, waiting for Donny to continue. “The more stories we heard, you know, the more names I carved in. That way, every time I bash in some fucking Nazi’s head, I’m bashing it in for all of them.”
Aldo stopped turning the bat over, hand resting on one name. “And why is young Utivich’s name on here?”
Donny shifted. Of course the conversation was going to end up there. “Well, remember when he got grazed a while back? A year or so ago?” Aldo nodded. “Well, I figured I’d add his name too. Look out for him, bash some Nazi heads in for him.”
Aldo jutted his jaw, thinking. Finally, he handed the bat back to Donny. Donny sighed. It felt good to wrap his hands back around the smooth wood. “And this thing with you and Utivich, it started up that night, when you admitted the group you liked to fuck boys, and Utivich admitted that he hadn’t been fucked?”
Donny dug the toe of his boot into the ground. Fucking Aldo, what the hell? “Yessir.”
Aldo nodded. “Boy, I take a mind to make the business of my men my business. Wouldn’t be a good Lieutenant unless I did that. And this thing with you and Utivich, and that thing between Wicki and Stiglitz, why, can’t say I’m gonna be throwing flowers at your wedding, but so long as it doesn’t affect the team negatively, and it allows you boys to blow off some extra steam, well, I got nothing against it. Still, when your business starts spilling over into…” Aldo waved his hand vaguely, “into all of that commotion, well, then I best get involved. We can’t have infighting here; we’re in the Nah-zi killing business. Not each other.”
Donny waited for Aldo’s next words. Aldo sat there, rubbing his neck absentmindedly. “Son, my recommendation to you is to let that boy talk. See if you can’t figure out what’s going through his thick skull. Get all this out into the open, air out the grievances. Then you figure where to go from there.”
Donny shifted and grumbled. “Thought I aired the grievances last night. Fuckah.”
Aldo laughed loudly. “Yes son, the whole damn camp heard you airing them. But hows about you let the young man talk now?”
Donny just sat there, grumbling in his head. Aldo must have took this as a sign that the conversation was over. “Alright son. We’re packing up at oh-ten-hundred. Right about now it’s oh-eight-hundred.”
Donny nodded and stood up. This was bullshit. Aldo trying to play peacemaker. Fuck Utivich. It’s his damn fault all this shit happened. Dragging his bat behind him, Donny tried his best to give off a “fuck-you-leave-me-alone-or-I-will-seriously-bash-your-head-in” vibe. One fucking idiot apparently didn’t pick up on this.
“Donny, please, let me talk.”
“Fuck you Utivich.”
Donny sighed and turned to look. Utivich was standing there, bags under his eyes, hair a mess. He didn’t look like he had slept in ages, though it could only have been for a night. “Please, Donny.”
Donny cursed himself. Fucking Utivich with his big blue eyes. “Fine, talk, you fucking slut. See if you can use that mouth for something other than sucking on guys cocks.”
Utivich ducked, looking like he might cry. Donny knew he was being loud, and that the rest of the camp was trying to watch the two of them without looking like they were. Utivich reached forward, then stopped. “I, can we, go somewhere?”
Donny tossed his bat down onto his bedding, then threw himself down. “Here’s fine.” He said curtly.
Utivich gingerly sat down on the ground, across from Donny. Wringing his hands, Utivich opened and shut his mouth a few times before he started talking. “What I did…that was wrong.”
“We gotta fucking genius ovah heah, holy shit!” Donny noticed the other Basterds trying their best not to look.
“Donny, shut up and listen to me! I’m apologizing to you, you fucking idiot!”
Donny clamped his mouth shut. Damn Utivich, he knew too well that when he got forceful, Donny shut up. “Okay. I was wrong. It was stupid. I am a fucking moron. Everything terrible you can say about me, you’re right. Except,” Utivich cut Donny off before he even began, “except. I am not a slut. I know you care. I know you’re gentle. But, you, you could never say it. I knew what you were trying to say, all those times…” Utivich glanced around and lowered his voice, “all those times we were fucking. You wanted to say that you loved me. And I knew that. But you couldn’t say it, Donny.”
Donny leaned forward and grabbed Utivich’s arm. He tried his best to restrain himself, to not squeeze too tightly through his rage. “I didn’t have to, then. If you knew, you knew. I talked about setting up with you. After the war. If that doesn’t say something, nothing does. So what, you go to Wicki because you need some sappy feelings shit? It sure didn’t look like you guys were talking about feelings, it looked like you two were fucking.”
Utivich cringed. “We, we were in the same boat. We were having the same problem, him and Stiglitz, me and you…”
“So what, you decide to fuck those problems away?”
“It was stupid, Donny, I get it! Fuck, I get it.” Utivich turned and wiped his arm on his sleeve. “Donny, please. What can I do? How can I make it up to you? I will do anything, anything you ever ask of me. I do love you.”
Donny stared down at the ground. If he looked up at Utivich, he knew he would cave. And he couldn’t, not yet. “I don’t know, Uti. I…I did.”
Utivich sniffled, and Donny risked a glance up. Shit. Utivich was full-out crying, tears running down his face, blue eyes full. His nose was turning red, and his chin was curling in the most unflattering of ways. Still, to Donny, he was beautiful. “Aw, fuck. Utivich. I fucking hate you right now. I hate you, and I hate me, and I hate Wicki.”
Utivich sniffle-laughed. “Not Stiglitz?”
Donny cracked a smile. “Right now, he’s actually one of the lowest on my shit list.” Donny paused, staring at Utivich. “Fuck. Come here, stop crying. Damnit. Fuck.”
Donny released his grip on Utivich’s arm and held his arms out. Utivich crawled into them, pressing his face into Donny’s chest. Smoothing his hair down, Donny made soothing noises. “Shh. It’s alright. Damnit Uti, what am I going to do with you? I can’t just take you back. You fucking cheated on me. Instead of facing up to me like a man, just asking me straight up if I…you know…felt that way, you go and whine about it to fucking Wicki. Then you end up fucking that bastard. What the hell’s wrong with you?”
Donny felt Utivich shaking his head into his shirt, moisture already seeping through to his chest. “I don’t know Donny. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
Donny laid his head down on top of Utivich’s and sighed. Breathing in deep, he smelled that distinctly Utivich smell, of sweat and dirt and Utivich. “Fuck, Uti.”
Utivich’s head bobbed in agreement against his chest. “I know, I know.”
The two sat that way for a while, Donny closing his eyes and making shushing noises. “It’s alright…” Donny stroked Utivich’s hair.
A throat cleared above the two of them. “Hey, um, guys. Aldo wants us to pack up. Hoofing it in thirty.”
Donny looked up at Ulmer, who was standing above them nervously. “Yeah, alright Ulmer. We got it.”
Gingerly, Donny leaned back and lifted up Utivich’s head. The tears had stopped flowing, but his face still looked like he had been crying. “Alright Uti. I haven’t figured what I’m doing yet. But come on, we’ll get you cleaned up.”
Utivich smiled up at Donny, embarrassed and still nervous. “Alright.” He mumbled quietly.
Standing up, Donny held out a hand to Utivich, who took it gratefully. “Come on, there was a stream back there, we’ll wash your face and…”
Utivich jumped on Donny, hugging him tightly. Leaning back, Utivich peppered Donny with kisses: on his nose, eyes, cheeks, mouth. Donny stood there and waited, trying his best to keep his resolve. He still couldn’t take Utivich back; not when everyone knew what had happened. He still had some self-respect. “Come on, not yet.” Donny took hold of Utivich’s wrist and dragged him away from the campsite.
They walked to the stream together in silence. Donny bent down and cupped some water in his hands, washing Utivich’s face with it as best he could. Utivich stood there silently, making no protest to Donny’s gentle ministrations. Sighing, Donny cupped Utivich’s face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over Utivich’s eyebrows, eyelids, and along his temples. “You know how I feel, Uti?” Utivich nodded. “You know, I…everything I said, you know, during sex…I meant all that. I’d nevah hurt you, I wanna take care of you. When all this shit is ovah, I wanna take you back home with me. You’re mine,” Donny growled, “and I take care of what’s mine. I gotta have some time,” Utivich nodded furiously, “but I still feel that way. And, you know, if you have issues, or you want me to say it, I will. But I’m more of a man of action, you know?”
Utivich laughed, sniffling slightly. “I know, Donny. I was stupid.”
Taking his hands away from Utivich’s face, Donny stood back and nodded. “Alright. Let’s pack up and kill some Nazi’s today. I don’t know…” Donny grunted and stared at the ground for a moment. “You gotta gimme a bit. No sleeping togethah, not for a little while. I gotta think. You too.”
Utivich nodded. “I know, Donny. I understand.” Utivich leaned forward, then paused. “Sorry,” he looked down.
Inside, Donny felt the last bit of anger melting away. “Shit, Uti…” Donny wrapped his arms around Utivich and pulled him in for a kiss. It was sweet and gentle, one of the rare kinds of kisses for the two of them. Just contact, that was all they needed right now. Donny pulled away and sighed, leaning his head on Utivich’s shoulder. “Alright, come on. Time to get back.”
Utivich nodded and pulled away. As they walked back in silence, Donny cursed himself. Fuck, he was screwed. Completely, utterly, hopelessly screwed. Utivich could kill the President, and Donny would follow him to hell and back. Donny might not like it, but that’s just the way it was. Fucking Wicki.
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Date: 2010-08-29 08:10 pm (UTC)I generally write Donny/Uti, obviously, so I was all focused on them two. I do have some Stiglitz/Wicki *points to ficlist over on the left hand side* so feel free to peruse that while I mull your suggestion over ^.^