Once Upon a December

The sun had barely peeked over the horizon, but there was already a slow hum of life in Huntington Beach. People on their way to work, working, or just waking up.

Inside a small apartment, two men lay tightly curled around each other. Dark love bites littered their bodies, lips still kiss-swollen and hair mussed up. Angry scratches lined Brian's spine, finger-shaped bruises on his shoulders and upper back. He was on his back, one arm tucked under his head while the other was slung over Zachary's waist. Zachary's head laid on Brian's shoulder, tucked neatly under his chin. There were bruises on his thighs and hips, black hair sticking up in every direction.

It was Brian who woke first, head surprisingly clearer than what he expected. He groaned at the slight throbbing of his head, raising his head and blinking the sleep out of his eyes. His mind fully woke up when he felt a warm body on top of his. Glancing down, his lips quirked to a smirk as he recalled the night they had, it was by far the best sex he has ever had. He heard a groan, and felt Zachary shift on top of him.

With a small moan of pain, Zachary lifted his head up. Blearily looking around, his gaze settled on Brian's face as he blinked once. Twice. Before he gasped and sat straight up. The blanket that covered both of them bunched around Zachary's legs, exposing the smooth, pale skin that Brian marked. The brunet couldn't help but feel a rush of smugness come through him as his eyes traced Zachary's nude body.

The German felt fear chilling his body, disgust coiling inside his stomach as he took in his surroundings. Clothes strewn across the floor, a very naked and very satisfied looking Brian under him. He took in a shaky breath, and felt pain shoot up his backside and lower spine. Immediately, the events of last night came to him and he couldn't help but clasp a hand to his mouth.

"I.. take it we had u-uh.. sex th-then...."

Zachary tried to keep his voice level, but the stutter that only happened when he was either nervous, afraid, or embarrassed had surfaced.

"Yeah... best sex I ever had to be honest. You're so gorgeous."

With that, Brian sat up, pulling Zachary closer towards him. He shivered as their naked members brushed against each other, tilting his head up to capture Zachary's lips in a kiss. The German let out a small yelp at being pulled, but melted into the kiss.

The angry screaming of the German population and his parents' disgusted cries roared in his ears, but they were silenced the minute his lips touched Brian's. He felt a rebellious flare rise, which caused him to press himself closer to Brian's body. This caused the brunet to moan and deepen their kiss, Brian's hands reaching down to grope at Zachary's butt.

It was only when Brian's lips found the sensitive spot right under Zachary's ear that the German let out a soft moan, and fell into another round.

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Throughout the evening of his shift, Zachary felt his backside throbbing. It was well worth it however, as Brian succeeded in making him scream. He couldn't help the guilt that settled in his stomach like a large stone. He was supposed to be faithful to the Reich, one of the best spies. And yet, here was an American man who turned his world upside down. He had never taken any bed partners before, being a complete virgin in every single prospect. Brian had been gentle with him, and showed him what mind-blowing sex was like.

He had given his report to the other informants, who seemed to suspect nothing. He was glad. He couldn't explain this compulsion to rebel. He wanted to remain faithful to the Motherland, he wanted to still do his job. But he wanted Brian, the fantastically sexy, charming, and optimistic American. Sighing, he went back to cleaning glasses, glancing around every so often.

"Workin' hard? Or hardly workin'?"

Zachary froze, glancing up before his face morphed to one of annoyance. Of course Brian would say something like that. The brunet had a smirk on his lips, dressed as impeccably as last night.

"Sod off will ya? S'your fault anyways."

Zachary grumbled, but the smile on his face ruined the illusion. Brian let out a bark of laughter as he settled down on a stool, ordering his drink. It was a slow day, since the majority of recruits were shipping out.

"Said goodbye to them, they were one of the earlier ones. Gets kinda lonely ya know? Matt 'n Jimmy've been my best friends since I could practically walk, and now they're on the other side of the friggin' ocean fighting this goddamn war, which is pretty stupid to begin with. And I don't know if they're gonna be alright without me there.. I'm shipping out after New Years.."

Saying goodbye was the hardest thing he had ever done with his friends. It felt odd, seeing the normally scruffy Jimmy all cleaned up in a uniform. And Matt in one as well. It was a somber moment to say the least.

"Hey.."

Brian's head snapped up, chocolate orbs meeting grass green. Zacky was leaning forwards, elbows on the counter and half-smile on his face.

"You can write letters write? I'm sure you can write to them a few times before you ship off. They'll be okay, just pray and God'll listen."

The words flowed smoothly out of his mouth, and Zachary held back the surprise at how easy it was to say words like that. He brushed it off as the American influence after being in California for a while, but he felt his heart skip a beat at the smile Brian sent him.

"I'm so glad I met you..."