So, Fruhling in Paris is such a beautiful song, and it inspired this idea while I was driving the other day. We're going to pretend that Ulrich and everything around him is spoken in German. By the way, I do not speak french. My understanding is minimal as I know a few phrases and how to pronounce things. I apologize for all of Odd's statements if they are indeed incorrect. I didn't bother translating them so that we can feel the same confusion that Ulrich does. Anyway, I really like how this came out. AU, Oddrich, Fluff, NSFW. Do enjoy.
Ulrich had been grateful for a small reprieve. Hell, his whole unity
had. Most of them were young like himself and had been ushered into
this war. He didn't drink before, but the trials of war had enticed
him to it. There was a strange feeling of unity when they all sat
around with pints. It was a small luxury they were given.
This was paradise comparitively. A small bar in France filled with
drinks, cigarette smoke, and piano music beat piss-stank barracks any
day. He'd been still nursing his first drink when one of the other
officers in his unit had taken the stool next to him. Pvt. Dunbar was
a good combat soldier but liked to cause a ruckus. He'd never gotten
on particularly well with the other, so it was strange for him to come
sit at the bar.
"You know Stern, the boys and I think you need to indulge." He
commented while swirling the whiskey in his glass.
"Indulge?" Ulrich asked cluelessly while making a pointed look at his
own alcohol.
"yeah, we know you're Catholic and all, and a virgin at that, but
buddy this is war. You may never get to experience it if not now." He
smirked, but not maliciously.
Ulrich blushed. "My beliefs don't really matter concerning it. I've
never really thought about it much. Never been attracted to anyone I
guess." He felt the need to justify himself.
"Well, we're going to be on the front lines soon. There could be a
bullet with your name on it." the dark haired man leaned on the bar.
"Get some happy moments while you can." He motioned to the very
obvious prostitutes soliciting for business.
Ulrich grimmaced. None of the overly painted faces grabbed his
attention. "Not my type." He mumbled and turned back to the bar.
"Well then, What about that one?" He pointed at a petite blond in a
beige trench coat.
That one did peak his interest. "She's pretty. Natural looking."
Ulrich noted the blond hair parted at the side and laying in a soft
wave against a very lightly blushed cheek.
"Check again." Dunbar murmured. "She is a very pretty he."
"What? Male prostitutes?" He asked with a dark flush.
"Oh yea. There's a demand for them too. Ladies need escorts just as
fellas do." He commented.
"But why point him out to me in the first place?" Ulrich slammed his
glass down.
"Well, he's a sheba for real and it doesn't matter. In the end it's
just a tight hole to fill. And quite honestly you don't seem much
interested in the dames about here." He motioned for another drink.
"Well if he's so swell and just another 'hole' to fill then why don't
you go sweet on him?" Ulrich groused still blushing.
"I've got me a doll here. And she isn't just any 'Jane'. She's like
honey." He smirked. "Supposed to meet her 'round here."
Ulrich downed the rest of his drink and spared another look at the
very attractive man. "I still don't know why you'd come over here to
point him out or even talk to me about finding a dame."
"You can only go so many lonely nights with your hand. Besides, you
need to experience it at least once. No one will think any less of ya
for bunking up with a pretty boy for the night." that being said he
knocked back the rest of the drink and then retreated from the bar.
Ulrich watched as he wandered up to a cute girl with strawberry blonde
hair and green eyes. That had to have been the girl Dunbar had
mentioned. He sighed and turned back to the empty glass in front of
him. He motioned for one more and shifted his gaze to the boy again.
He was walking gracefully though the bar with his head held high and
talking with all the patrons. He smiled as he chatted. It was almost
like he wasn't propositioning people and just carrying on normal
conversation. Ulrich swallowed nervously and wondered if he should
take Dunbar's advice. He supposed he could get past the fact that the
blond was a man. Hell, he made a pretty lady. It didn't really even
bother him if he was honest. Just he wasn't too sure about having a
one night stand with a prostitute just to lose his virginity.
By the time the blond had made it to the bar he'd had another whiskey
in his system. The courage was starting to kick in. He tilted his head
up and caught hazel eyes. They were decidedly more pretty than any
other eyes he'd seen. Ulrich licked his lips nervously and then looked
back down. He wasn't even sure the proper way to ask for the blond's
services. The slim man approached him though.
"Bonsoir. Puis-je vous offrir un verre?" He asked with a flirtatious
smile.
"Um..." Ulrich's eyes widened realizing that there was going to be a
big language barrier from his German and broken English if the blond
only spoke French.
"Me comprenez-vous?" He asked with a tilted head.
"I don't speak French." He mumbled back in his mother tongue.
The blond seemed to understand that and smiled. "Je m'appelle Odd." He
said while pointing at himself.
"Oh! Ulrich." he replied with a shy smile. "Umm... drink?" He asked
while motioning with his glass.
The blond smile sweetly and took the stool next to him. "Oui. S'il
vous plaît."
They sat quietly with their whiskey not sure what to say. Ulrich felt
like it would be dumb at this point to let the proposition pass, but
their inability to communicate properly was making it difficult. He
sighed and offered a stiff smile to Odd just to let him know he wasn't
being ignored. It was returned with a wink. He looked back and saw
Dunbar wink at him and motion in his pocket. It was a bit crude, but
he supposed it would work. He pulled his wallet out to pay for the
drinks and then turned to the blond man again. His head lowered in
embarrassment and he held up a few folded notes to make his intent
clear.
The blond took his hands and folded his fingers down. Ulrich jerked in
surprise."Viens avec moi."
He let Odd lead him out of the bar. He could hear the whistling and
cat calls of his fellow soldiers. His cheeks burned with
embarrassment even after he was out of their vision. All the way to
the small apartment he kept his head down still a little bit ashamed.
The blond didn't seem to mind though. He was used to his patrons not
wanting to be seen paying for sex.
"Désolé. Ce n'est pas très chic." The blond said as he opened the
door.
Ulrich was unsure of what had been said, but he found himself relaxing
as he stepped over the threshold. The place was kind of homey and
warm. It made him think of his own house in Germany. He smiled softly
as he took his hat off and set it on the table next to a plush chair.
Odd's hand came to his back as he ushered him into a sparsely
decorated bedroom. He was still nervous, but this didn't so much feel
like a paid encounter anymore.
"Vous allez bien?" The other smiled sweetly at him. "C'est votre
première fois, pas vrai?"
"I don't um...I don't understand." Ulrich admitted once more.
"C'est bien. Je vais prendre soin de vous." Odd whispered with a
flirtatious wink.
He beckoned Ulrich to sit on the bed and then dropped to the floor in
front of him. Hands deftly undid the laces on his boots. Ulrich was
surprised at how gentle and how sensual of an action Odd made of
removing his boots. He watched still blushing. Hazel eyes met his and
he swallowed at the suggestion in them. Nimble fingers worked their
way up his legs and body to rest on the belt of his dress jacket. It
suddenly felt too warm. Odd tilted his head again and undid the belt
and let his hands rest on Ulrich's clothed stomach.
"Que désirez-vous?"
Ulrich snapped out of his shyness and covered Odd's hands with his own
and pulling him up. "Kiss me." He uttered in a very low voice.
Odd didn't understand, but he thought the rough German sounded quite
sexy. "Quoi?"
Ulrich took in the confused expression and brought Odd's hands to his
lips. "Kiss me." He whispered against them.
Odd grinned instantly getting what Ulrich wanted. He leaned in and
gave the soldier the sweetest kiss he'd ever received. Though he
hadn't had a whole lot of kisses to compare, he knew this one felt
different. It made him forget that the blond was a professional at
this. It wasn't sloppy or lewd. It was soft and a gentle sliding of
lip and tongue, sensual even. His hands came to Odd's shoulders and
pulled him close. He knew after this night he'd just be another sap
that paid for a few hours of heaven, but he wanted it to feel real.
Hands slid along the back of his head mussing his hair. Ulrich had
always liked his hair and had refused to cut it. He'd instead slicked
it back and hid it in his hat. Odd seemed to like it too. His fingers
curled in it and pushed it forward. He pulled back slightly studying
how Ulrich looked with dark bangs falling in front of his eyes.
"Vous êtes beau." His eyes sparkled with an unmasked lust.
Ulrich blushed again from the hungry look he was receiving. Odd
shifted again and brought his hands down to work on the uniform
jacket. This time he unfastened the buttons and zip slowly while
making eyes at Ulrich. Once the uniform jacket fell open he slid his
hands inside and pushed it off broad shoulders. He knew the drill with
soldiers, so he took it and draped it over the chair at his dressing
table. Ulrich watched how fluid all his movements seemed to be. He was
graceful like a dancer. He must have stated something aloud because
the blond turned to him almost as if he understood and winked. He came
back and pulled at Ulrich's neck tie to losen it enough to slide it
over his head.
"épaules solides..." Odd murmured as he tossed the tie to the chair
and started on the shirt. "Je les aime."
He kissed Ulrich's cheek and dipped his hands beneath the unbuttoned
shirt. The brunet had started to blush all the way down his neck as he
chest was revealed. He had nothing to be ashamed of. He was built
decently well with defined muscles and smooth planes. Odd was admiring
it with small appreciative noises and fleeting touches. Ulrich
shrugged his shirt off and tossed it in the direction of his jacket.
Odd stopped when he got to the hem of Ulrich's trousers. He stood up
and began to shed his own clothes. First the beige trench was tossed
aside. Ulrich's eyes widened at the intricate vest the blond was
wearing. It was a deep purple and cinched his waist in cutting an even
trimmer figure.
"It doesn't hurt?" He asked forgetting momentarily that Odd could not
understand him.
The blond shrugged and began unlacing the vest. "pouvez-vous m'aider
s'il vous plaît?" He turned his back and looked over his shoulder.
Ulrich stared cluelessly for a moment until he noticed Odd pointing to
the lacing. "Ah!" He jumped up and with slightly shaking hands helped
undo the ties.
The vest fell to the floor as he toed out of his shoes and socks
leaving him clad in a pale button-down and fitted knee slacks. odd
smirked and then undid his pants and pulled them down taking his
underwear with it. Ulrich swallowed at the implication that the blond
was completely nude under the thin dress-shirt. It caused stirrings of
lust that he hadn't realized were there. He wasn't even pretending
that Odd was anything other than a man, a very beautiful man. His unit
supported him, so he didn't feel in the wrong despite his upbringing.
His hands came up to cup the blond's face and kiss him. This time they
engaged with more fervor. Odd took the lead and maneuvered them back
to the bed. Ulrich fell back taking Odd with him. They landed in a
tangle with Ulrich on his back. Odd adjusted himself so that he lay
over the brunet with his legs on either side of his body. He rolled
his hips bringing himself in contact with the other's clothed
erection.
"comment vous sentez?" He asked between kisses. "Bien?"
Ulrich didn't know what to say so he just nodded and let his hands
slide down Odd's back. They kissed again and the blond repeated the
motion. It drew a soft moan out and Odd couldn't help but find it
endearing. He smiled against Ulrich's lips and nosed his cheek. For
just this one time, he figured he could pretend it wasn't a job.
Ulrich's hands were very gentle and cautious as they touched his body.
It was interesting seeing as the man was still innocent and yet
perfectly aware the situation he was in. Normally those types were
rough with him. He was still nervous, Odd could tell that much, but he
seemed like he wanted to please just as much.
Odd crawled down his body and started on his belt and slacks. Ulrich
sat up a bit to watch him pull the olive material down. Odd took his
time admiring the soldier's body. His least favorite part of the job
was being propositioned for oral sex with dirty men. It was pay and
he'd clean his mouth out several times after, but he hated it.
Ulrich's body made him want to perform. He was groomed well for being
in the military. Everything was neatly trimmed and he smelled of soap.
That of course was a turn on just as much as his perfectly uncut
penis. He smoothed a hand over it feeling it twitch under his fingers.
He smiled again and kissed it before taking it in his mouth. His lips
urged the foreskin back causing Ulrich to hiss in pleasure. His tongue
languidly slicked over the penis head and then back down to the base.
Ulrich was in bliss. His eyes closed and his belly tightened. It felt
so good. He wanted to keep watching, so he forced himself to focus.
He'd heard hushed whispers of this kind of activity, but experiencing
it put the rumors to shame. Despite how debasing the act seemed in his
mind, Odd looked beautiful performing. His lips were plumped and red
from use, and they gleamed under the bedroom lights.
Odd grinned and licked his lips when he heard an uttered expletive.
His knowledge of German was about as much as Ulrich's of french, but
he knew a curse when he heard it. "Plus?" He asked with a charming
smile while curling his fist around the hardness.
Ulrich arched back his head lolling in an affirmative nod. Odd let up
and moved completely away from the other. He unbuttoned his shirt and
let it too drop to the floor. He picked up the bottle of rose oil from
his night stand and poured some over his hands. After an moment of
warming it up he came back to the bed and slicked his hands over
Ulrich's erection until it was covered in a fine sheen. He mounted the
other's hips again and began to lower himself over the slicked member.
Hands shot out and stopped him though. He looked on in surprise as the
brunet shook his head no. Odd didn't understand. Men liked it when he
was tight. It'd hurt a little, but the oil helped. This innocent
soldier, who knew nothing of the way it worked was stopping him and
telling him things in German that he could only imagine meant 'I don't
want to hurt you.'
"Vous êtes gentil." He smiled softly his eyes watering a little.
Ulrich reached out and handed him the bottle. He took a deep breath
and slowly prepared himself. Warm hand came to his thighs and massaged
them in a placating gesture. It had been a long time since he'd been
allowed the luxury of preparation. He sighed happily and let himself
enjoy it. Ulrich was watching him with rapt fascination his brown eyes
darkening more. Odd actually was feeling aroused more than amused and
he moaned a little. Ulrich's fingers dug into his thighs at the sound.
He knew then if he didn't do it now, that the brunet would not last.
He sighed a final time and withdrew from himself.
"Vous êtes prêts?" He didn't wait for a response though and shifted
his body.
Ulrich moaned lowly as he was enveloped in tight heat. It felt so
wonderful to literally be so close that he could feel his pulse. Odd's
hands came to rest on his shoulders. He reached up and covered the
petite fingers with his own interlocking them. The blond tilted his
head and raised up and then sank back down quickly. Ulrich had never
pictured sex to feel so amazing. He felt like he knew Odd so
intimately it was like they'd always been together. It was just a
fantasy his mind was putting together from his pleasure high, but he
wished it was true. He moaned again and rolled his hips up to try to
meet Odd's pace.
When he gazed down, he noticed that the blond was not completely
erect. He felt guilty so he untangled their fingers and reached one
hand down to stroke gently. The angle was kind of awkward, but it had
the desired effect. He felt Odd harden and tried to match his strokes
to their already established rhythm. He was rewarded with a soft mewl
and the other biting his lip. Odd's partners never seemed to give
thought to his pleasure, which was fine. It allowed him to become
desensitized. But this soldier, who didn't understand a word he spoke,
or the world that he was in, wanted him to feel good. It touched him
and made him long for the ability to have that kind of relationship.
In this world, city night life, he was accepted. No one questioned his
sexuality or desire for men. How easy he was able to get paid for it.
Most of that money was going back home to his parents. Their business
was suffering from the war. This was his reminder of something he'd so
dearly wanted before all that had happened.
"Ulrich, non?" Odd asked airily.
"Yes..." He nodded, his eyes closing again.
"Je l'aime." He whispered again.
Ulrich felt everything coiling tightly inside him. His skin prickled
and his heart was racing. His hips were canting of their own accord
and he knew this had to be it. He could feel the end coming. His left
hand clamped down on Odd's hip, holding him down. His right hand tried
to keep stroking even through his peak. His rhythm was off as he
twitched through orgasm, body going stiff and then completely slack.
He wanted Odd to feel pleasure. He wanted his first time to be with
the memory of both him and his partner feeling release and pleasure.
As he came down from his high his pace evened out again. Odd reached
down with his other hand, but Ulrich pushed it away. He was determined
to please the other. His efforts paid off. Odd arched and made a soft
mewl. His body tightened around Ulrich's softening length as he came
making a mess on himself and the brunet's chest.
"Je t'aime." He whispered. He didn't mean to, but it came out.
That was the one bit of French that Ulrich understood. It surprised
him, but he found himself responding in kind. He didn't know if it was
possible to fall in love that quickly. His body felt satisfied, and
that crave for closeness to another was sated as well. In all reality
he probably could have fallen in love with the blond outside of the
conditions. It didn't feel wrong or forced to say it. They lie
together for a while just relaxing and coming back down. Ulrich had
almost fallen asleep when he felt Odd shifting on top of him. He
figured that meant his time was up. He moved to get up but was met
with a sweet kiss. Odd's hands curled into his and he was led to a
small bathroom. They shared the small bath, Ulrich having to duck to
get under the spray. A few more kisses were shared and he really did
think he'd fallen in love with the blond.
He dressed meticulously when he got back to the room. Odd simply threw
on a light robe and lit a cigarette while watching him. When the time
came for Ulrich to pay him, Odd refused with a soft smile. The brunet
was shocked and felt guilt settling in. He slicked his hair back and
slid his hat on. He took time straightening out his Uniform and and
making like he was primping. He took notice of the small pen on Odd's
bedside table. He smirked and left a small note on the folded money
and slid it into the drawer. Eventually Odd walked him to the door
where they shared one final kiss.
"Je t'aime." Odd whispered again.
"Je t'aime." Ulrich copied in a more gruff sounding way.
The last sight on his mind before returning to his unit was the
sparkling smile on the blond's face. It would serve to keep him warm
in the trenches.
---
Several months later he found himself sitting in a rainy beat down
with his unit. Things had been bleak to say the least. Surprisingly
though they were still getting letters. He felt a spark of happiness
seeing his fellow soldiers receiving mail. He perked when he heard his
name being called.
"Stern! You've got mail."
He jolted as Dunbar tossed a box to him. He tilted his head in
confusion at the fine script on it. When he opened it a flask with his
name engraved on it along with a beautiful rendering of a wolf, fell
into his lap. A small letter fluttered behind it. The words were a
weird jumble of broken German and French, but he got the gist of it,
smiling in a soft embarrassment. The rain didn't even seem to matter.
As soon as the war was done, if he lived through it of course, he was
going back to that bar and finding Odd.
