Dorian was determined to get a reaction out of Iron Klaus tonight. The only thing that he'd gotten any response out of last night was the move in the shower, which wasn't very fun once you moved on to other things. Perhaps it had been the hip movement which had turned Klaus on. With that in mind, when they began their now-nightly experimentation with each other, Dorian resolved to be as rough with him as he was on the first night, and try something a little more pleasurable.

They were in bed together, and Dorian had already begged Klaus for release once already. The rough foreplay was something the Major was very good at, and in addition to the biting, having the rough stubble from his unshaved face grate against his skin was pure heaven. The other men he'd been with in the past had been far younger, so they'd had less facial hair by default, but they'd also been... well, much like himself, more effeminate, so they hadn't had much to begin with. Dorian actually only began looking rough after two or three days.

He'd never had a lover as muscular and powerful as Klaus. Even just the hugging, which the two began playing out as a wrestling match, trying to hold the other in place as they moved through a series of rapid, energetic positions on the bed, was amazing, and far more acrobatic than he'd ever had. But though he seemed to like it, Klaus was not responding to the play the same way Dorian was. He had an erection, but it wasn't particularly hard. Dorian wanted to go to the next step. It was a little early, but he suspected Klaus might respond better to it than anything else.

He bit Klaus's ear as he bent over and began pushing Klaus into the mattress as hard as he could. He whispered, "I want to try something, darling. Is that okay? You can stop me if you aren't comfortable."

Klaus responded by yielding to the push onto the bed, but grabbed Dorian's wrist and pulled him down tightly on top of him. "Please. Anything." He whispered into his ear, far more tenderly than his actions let on.

A shudder of pleasure went through the Earl, but he shook himself free of the grip and groped around on the nightstand for what he had put there earlier. The hand cream. He rubbed some on his fingers, then pulled Klaus into an embrace on their sides. He sat up, straddled the man's legs, then worked his finger in between the muscular cleave of his buttocks.

Klaus tensed up. Dorian winced, sure the sensation was unpleasant at first. He bent closer to his ear. "I have to do this slowly.  In stages. You have to let me know if it hurts. Promise me."

Klaus said nothing, but relaxed. Dorian began massaging Klaus's balls with the other hand, working his way up to the beginnings of a hand job as he inserted a second finger. This time, Klaus didn't tense up. He let out a small moan as Dorian increased the speed and intensity of his hand on the genitals and inserted a third finger, working that hand faster. After a few more moments, feeling that the Major was still relaxed, he pulled his hand out. To his surprise, the Major put a hand out to stop him, looking at him from the head of the bed silently. Dorian silently guided him into position.

"It will hurt at first, love. I'm sorry. I think you will like it, though. Do not tense up. I'll go slowly."

And slowly, gently, he guided himself in. Klaus moaned and tensed slightly anyway, but quickly relaxed. Dorian pulled Klaus up on his knees to get him into a more comfortable upright position, and began his rhythm slowly, guiding himself further and further in. He could feel the man shudder and moan as the new sensations racked his body. Dorian smiled. He was happy to finally be sharing pleasure with his one true love.

Dorian laid his cheek against the man's muscular back as he ever so slightly quickened the rhythm. Klaus began matching, then moving faster and faster, to Dorian's surprise, dominating the pace. Dorian reached around and gently reassured himself with the throbbing warmth that Klaus was enjoying himself. They went faster and faster. Dorian was shocked when Klaus did not climax after several minutes. He was getting close himself, and as time wore on and the two were rutting like wild animals, Dorian found he could no longer stop the sensation and moaned loudly as he released himself inside Klaus. He gripped him tightly around the waist and spasmed as he spent himself.

Much to his surprise, the other man seemed to tense up and finish at the exact same moment. He put his hand over his mouth as he stifled a loud moan, his every muscle tensing up, his back arching, his fingers digging into the mattress.

Klaus slowly leaned forward until he was face down in the pillow, gasping and moaning slowly. Dorian allowed himself to lay on top of him, gently shifting so that he removed himself from inside the man.

Well, never let it be said that he was Iron Klaus for nothing. His first time, and he had nearly outlasted Dorian! The nerve.

Dorian felt a hand close gently around his upper arm, pulling him off and in front of Klaus, where he was quickly enveloped in a warm, sweaty, strong embrace. Klaus buried his face in his neck and was whispering quietly in German. Dorian put his hand to his face and stroked his finger along the edge of his short, dark hair.

"Sorry, love, my mastery of the language doesn't extend to bedroom talk, it seems. English, perhaps?"

He was rewarded with a sharp, painful pressure on his genitals as Klaus brought his thigh up higher from its position where Dorian had straddled it. Dorian gasped sharply, but Klaus had stopped short of hurting him. He smiled as the familiar string of curses issued forth in German.

"As you like, then, darling."

*****

The next year, on May 15th at around 02:00, Dorian found himself sneaking through the grounds of Eberbach castle to let himself in through a first-story window.

He knew that Klaus would be furious with him. He had been away on a mission for nearly three weeks, during which time Dorian had returned to England, as he frequently did when the Major was away. While there, an exhibition containing the most divine Nataraja statue caught his eye in the paper, and, well, he had gone off to collect it. It had been, of course, right at the end of the three weeks, and his trip had taken another two weeks due to complications. To torment Klaus further, he had stayed with his eldest sister in England, knowing that he was likely to come asking at the castle for him. The staff would simply tell him he was out collecting, since Klaus had made it more than clear that he had no interest in Dorian's work.

He wasn't allowed to hang any art in the castle in Bonn, unfortunately, but his one indulgence had been hanging "Mars Chastising Cupid" in the master bedroom, after he complained of not being able to see it. He had briefly thought of returning with the Nataraja, which had been the most exquisite bronze statue, and seeing if he could pass it off as a kind of fancy coat rack, but he suspected Klaus wouldn't fall for it. And if he did, he would hang his coat on it. He might do that even if he knew Dorian was lying, just to irritate him. Damn that German.

He had returned to Bonn with something more suitable, something that had taken him considerably longer to acquire than the Nataraja. As he silently padded through the main hallway, he withdrew the item from his bag and made his way up the main staircase. Being careful not to make a noise, and long ago having oiled the hinges for just such excursions, he silently admitted himself through the door into the Major's suite of rooms. 

The lights immediately blazed on. Klaus stood by the light switch across the sitting room, fully dressed in his normal brown slacks and button-down collared shirt with a patterned red tie.His hair had grown back and hung at its usual length, and shown black in the light. He had abandoned the vanity of the color contact after it became clear that his record at NATO would keep missions coming his way, and he found that being a Major-General gave him quite a bit more say in the matter, unexpected leverage that the management had not anticipated, but should have. He was smoking a cigarette, and his mismatched eyes stared straight down the barrel of a loaded United Defense M42 submachine gun. How the thief still moved so quickly in the dark was completely beyond him.

He let his eyes play over Dorian. His curls had grown back, for the most part, though they still only reached just below his shoulders and not down his back as they had before. His blue eyes stared intently from below his curled bangs, a look of uncharacteristic sternness adorning his face. He was wearing a tight and rather revealing catsuit with a bag strapped over his shoulder.

Major-General Klaus Hinz von dem Eberbach exhaled a cloud of smoke and addressed the thief. >"There are only about 2,100 of those accounted for. Whoever you stole it from is going to notice."<

>"Not this one. I had to go through my contacts and talk incessantly to collectors and listen to their tall tales. I found a good number of abandoned weapons storehouses. They were full of things I didn't recognize. I was only looking for this. I found one in Crete, in an old underground bunker that I had to dig to find the door for. I knew you wouldn't approve if I actually stole something, so I had to find it on my own."<

The Major-General's eyes moved from the thief's face to the gun, sizing it up approvingly while he puffed on his cigarette.

>"I had to ask Agent G about the bullets, since I didn't trust any of the ones I had found in the bunker. He said it took something-such NATO bullets, which I thought you'd like, and he said he'd have to have them specially made to be able to feed through it, so that part's from your team."<

The Major-General remained silent, still staring down the barrel of the gun.

Dorian lowered it and spun it so that he was handing it butt-ended towards him. >"Happy 50th birthday, Major-General Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach."<

He took it, with some eagerness, Dorian noticed, and held it up as he sighted it against the wall. He hefted it and checked the bullets, chamber, and belt. He then looked up at the thief.

>"I was expecting you back tonight."<

>"Obviously."<

>"I had expected you back three weeks ago."<

Dorian smiled playfully. >"Well, you know I don't sit around on my hands and wait for you while you're gone."<

>"You could have finished your business while I was away."<

>"But I didn't."<

>"I bribed your miser. He said you finished stealing your trinket two weeks ago. You were just tormenting me."<

>"Absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they say."<

Klaus spun away from the thief as he walked over to the window with his gun and pitched his cigarette butt out, staring pointedly away from the thief.

>"It was too long."<

Dorian walked to a few steps behind him. >"I missed you, Klaus."<

>"I missed you too."< There was a silence. The Major-General continued, his back still to the Earl.

>"The missions are hard. I am eager to return home afterwards."<

>"It hadn't been a problem for you until last year."<

>"Now it is."<

>"But aren't you happier to see me now than you would have been?"<

>"No! There is no happier when it comes to you. It is always all I can feel when I see you after I've been away. When you aren't here, and for so long... it is hard."<

He heard the Major-General's voice break. Ever so slightly. He closed the distance between them and put his arm around his shoulders and looked out the window, careful not to look him in the face.

>"I'm sorry, then. You know I get carried away sometimes. I thought it would be a jolly surprise to come back with that on your birthday. I knew I wouldn't surprise you by showing up, but it's the thought that counts, right? You like the gun, I take it?"<

The Major was silent for a brief time, then spoke, his voice much quieter. >"Yes. I've wanted one, but it's a frivolous waste of money, I could never bring myself to pay for it. It is not what I want tonight, though."<

He pulled the Earl in and gave him a deep, passionate, rough kiss. The Earl moaned aloud, betraying himself a bit. He missed these kisses, too. But he pulled away and put his hand over the Major's mouth.

>"Now. I know you don't like these as much as I do. I don't even know why you go through the motions. I can tell none of it means anything to you, you know. None of the sex. You never respond except when I'm penetrating you. I don't even think you really like that for the sex. You can't fool me when it comes to that."<

The Major pulled his hand away and held it. >"You like it. Isn't that enough?"<

>"Not if I feel like you're going to be sick when I ask for your mouth."<

The Major looked sad briefly. >"That is the one thing I cannot bring myself to do."<

>"It doesn't mean as much to me if you don't like it. I can even tell by your kisses that they don't mean as much to you."<

>"We can stop. It's all the same to me."<

Dorian's heart fell briefly. He was hoping for a denial from the Major, but he had suspected it from the very first.

>"I know it is, darling. It's not fair, either. It's like finally getting an ice cream cone and dropping it on the ground to spoil it."<

The Major's mouth quirked. >"I am like dirty ice cream, then?"<

>"Something like that."<

The two still embraced quietly in the lit room in the middle of the night. Suddenly, the Major gripped the Earl around the bottom and hoisted him in the air, throwing him over his shoulder.

Dorian was momentarily speechless as he tried to get his bearings and figure out what was going on. While he had a nice view of the Major's well-sculpted backside (not to be used for other than its intended purpose), he couldn't see or tell what direction they were going. Eventually, he saw they had passed the bed and were heading into the bathroom.

>"What are you doing?"<

>"If I am dirty, I will simply wash myself. And then I will see to it that you are very happy, thief."<

>"No! You really don't have to! It... it doesn't mean anything if the other person isn't enjoying it."<

>"If I say I am enjoying it, than that is enough. I enjoy it because you do. I will make sure you enjoy it quite a bit tonight, because I am now in a good mood."<

Dorian smiled as he was gently lifted upright and set on the edge of the sink as the Major started the shower. He turned and unzipped the front of the Earl's catsuit in one quick motion. The Earl's heart tightened in his chest as he threw his arms around the Major's neck and wound his fingers through his long hair, staring into his mismatched eyes.

"I love you Klaus."

"Ich liebe dich, Dorian."

*****