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Klaus was finally shaking off the shell shock and had begun detoxing. The sound of gunfire kept his mind off the constant cold sweat that clung to his body. The bodies dropping around him and his fellow soldiers getting injured kept his mind from registering the shakes. His Captain entered the tent looking them all over.
“Well, men, we get a small reprieve. Those who want can head to town for the night, the truck will pick you back up o’ six hundred hours tomorrow. Dismissed,” the Captain told them in his deep stern voice.
Klaus had come to know the man as very no-nonsense, you had to be, though, when so many lives were on the line. Klaus gathered what little he had acquired over the months, his eyes darting over to Dave where they lingered over the man’s body. They had played cards and chatted in their free time, he got to know the other man without revealing too much of himself in the process. What was he supposed to say, "I’m from the future, and, oh I can talk to dead people?" It shocked him at first that Ben wasn’t with him, but he quickly realized Ben wasn’t dead, he didn’t even exist yet. Dave had helped block out the dead that lingered around Klaus by sharing his bottle of liquor.
“Come on man or the truck will leave without us,” Dave said as he jokingly slapped Klaus’ knee.
Klaus shot him his wicked smile as he followed the well-built man to the truck. It was already pretty filled, forcing them to squeeze into a seat in the front. Klaus hid his grin as his hip pressed against Dave’s. He had a crush on the man, that was for sure, the being in another time had kept him from acting on it, though. The truck moved over the rough terrain; Klaus tried not to enjoy it too much every time he was jostled up against the older man. Yet his breath still caught as Dave’s hand landed on his inner thigh. He knew Dave was just steadying himself but that didn’t dismiss the way the thick fingers curled around his thigh.
The truck made its way through the busy streets before stopping in front of a seafoam green building. Klaus waited for the rush of soldiers darting off the bus before he finally stood and made his way out, Dave close behind him. They went up the outside stairwell the Captain pointed out. The whole top floor of rooms was for them, two or more men per room. Klaus thanked the universe as it was only him and Dave in their room.
“We should change, then go explore a bit,” Klaus said, hoping his idea would be well received.
Dave nodded his agreement before he started taking off his uniform. Klaus had seen the man change multiple times at this point yet it always made his breath catch in his throat. Not wanting to get caught staring, Klaus began to change as well. He donned a tan and yellow striped shirt that showed off a strip of his mid-drift. His pants were grey and hung off his sharp hips, accenting them nicely. Probably not the best outfit for walking around, but he didn’t want to have to change again before they grabbed drinks. He figured Dave had the same thought as he turned to see the man dressed in jeans and a blue button-up with the collar popped up. Some of the top buttons were undone, exposing part of the skin Klaus wanted to drag his tongue over.
Klaus lit up the offered cigarette Dave handed him as their feet hit the street. It was packed full of people; anxiety spilled over Klaus as he picked out the dead in the overabundant street crowd. Dave pushed him, knocking him free of his mind. Tilting his head to the right, Dave led the way down the street, weaving through bodies easily. Klaus kept his eyes on Dave and the shops, drowning out the voices of the dead as he focused solely on what Dave was saying.
The bar was loud with dance music in a language Klaus didn’t understand. His body understood the beat, though, and ten shots in, Klaus moved easily to the music. He could feel eyes on his body as his hips swayed with each beat. Klaus turned as he felt a hip press into his. A smile split his face as he turned his head and saw Dave moving to the music with him. Klaus ran his tattooed hand through his wild brown hair making it wilder.
Dave motioned to the bar where they would get another shot only for Dave to be dragged off by a woman, something Klaus laughed off easily with the alcohol numbing his brain.
After several more shots and a stolen kiss, Klaus found himself pressed into the mattress. Dave pinned him down gently as his lips and teeth marked Klaus with ease. Klaus couldn’t remember when or where they had shed their clothes, but he had to admit he’d never before felt anything as great as Dave’s skin against his. His head turned, his lips capturing Dave’s, a groan escaping as the man’s hand wrapped around his hard member, which somehow grew harder under his touch.
Klaus had expected Dave to be reserved, reluctant, gentle, but he was happily surprised to find he was none of these things. Dave quickly had Klaus on his stomach, ass in the air, his fingers preparing Klaus for his large cock. Klaus gripped the sheets under them as he felt himself being stretched open slowly. He appreciated Dave taking the time to prepare him, as it had been many months since he had been satisfied this way.
The bed squeaking with each thrust drove Klaus’ lust higher. Dave’s hand reached around stroking Klaus in time with his thrusts. Dave’s mouth hovered next to Klaus’ ear, whispering a number of depraved things that only fueled the fire burning in them both. His thrusts increasing, his hand moving faster, Dave gave permission between grunts for Klaus to spill his seed. Klaus did just that with a loud groan as his fingers gripped the pillow. Dave spilled his seed soon after, not stopping to pull out as he did so.
“We’ll have to do this more often,” Dave joked as he lit a cigarette, handing it to Klaus after he took a drag.
The following months were a whirlwind of stolen kisses and gunfire. Each time they went to town they managed to spend most of the time in their shared room, making appearances for booze and smokes. Klaus thought of bringing Dave back to his time, more times than he could count. As he sat on the bus with blood-covered hands he cursed himself for never doing it. He turned his head slightly with tears on his cheek, his eyes duly looking into his brother Ben’s. Ben said nothing knowing something happened but unsure of what it was.