Desperate love

Mature love

Donny has consistently took joy in beating nazis to death with his baseball bat, just hearing them cry and beg for mercy brung happiness to his soul. Him and lieutenant were so alike-- scalping and killing nazis was something they both enjoyed doing in their free time.

“Atten hut!”

Sergeant yelled out, all 7 soldiers were faced front in line waiting for the Llieutenant, Donny was always next to Aldo when hes ever talking. Aldo walked in, he began his introduction speech. Donny's mind wandered somewhere else, just thinking of bashing the brains of some nazis made his mind start reeling. But it wasn't just caused by that...  

“My name Lt. Aldo Raine and I'm putting together a special team, and I need me eight soldiers. Eight Jewish-American soldiers. Now, y'all might've heard rumors about the armada happening soon. Well, we'll be leaving a little earlier.”

Aldo always strongly cared for his soldiers, anyone who got in the way would've faced the consequences. Sure he didnt mind helping-- Sergeant's brown eyes locked onto Aldo, every move he made was never missed. He couldnt help but smile.  

“Aight' any questions or concerns before we get started? Sergeant Donny, how bout' you.”

Donny's daydream ended being snapped back into reality with the voice of Aldo and his eye contact was now on the Sergeant.

“N-no sir.”

Aldo gave a nod of approval and walked away, the soldiers went their separate ways too. That leaving just Donny. 

Fuck, I am so stupid.. Aldo probably thinks I wasn't listening now, I should go and apologize. Donny thought

He walked into the forest and found Aldo leaning his head back on a tree and sharpening the bowie knife he had carried with him. Sergeant's eyes were locked onto what Aldo was wearing, that blue pea coat always looked so good on him, the sleeves were up, showing Lieutenant's arms and oh.. those hands. Donny foraged the thought of when Aldo pinned that nazi down with his dark brown leather riding boots, thick blood splatter that stained his face and dripped down the bowie knife.

“Oh, what can I do for ya, Sergeant Donny Donowitz?”

Aldo asked, placing his woolen newsboy cap and bowie knife on the ground beside him. Donny went next to Aldo, kicked dirt at the ground, his black coat tunic covered the bulge in his tight military green corduroy pants. 

“Wanted to apologize for well not.. paying attention during your speech.”

Aldo grabbed the snuffbox from own his pocket, he opened it and sniffed a bit of grounded tobacco, closing it and putting the box back in his pocket. 

“Aint' no need to be sorry Sergeant, understandin that my speech can be long for some soldiers. But.. I gotta ask you this one question”

Sweat beaded down Donny's forehead, his soft pink lips stayed shut. He never was the nervous type when it came to questions from Lieutenant, his face was a bright red, why was he so nervous? 

“Yes, Lieutenant?” 

Aldo leaned In toward to Sergeant, using one hand and grabbing him by the coat collar that showed the white blood stained tank top he always wore. Aldos breath was close on Donnys neck, making him shiver and quietly moan. The American whispered in Donny's ear.

“The way you looked at me today while killin' those nazis, you liked that didnt cha?”

Sergeant's breath hitched, their bodies were close together even a coin could fit in the gap, Donny tugged down on his tunics of the coat, who knew him and Aldo were this close.. he always thought of just being some Sergeant to Lieutenant Aldo, nothing more. Donny knew to speak when spoken to, how tough he was he would never argue with Aldo. He looked away and closed his eyes, hoping this was all just a dumb vision. 

“You better look at me when I'm speakin' to you boy. When Im askin you a question I expect an answer”

Donny looked back at Aldo, his eyes felt heavy just making eye contact with him. He just wished Aldo would bash him over the head and fuck Donny senseless. 

“From the looks of it, seems like this gettin' you off ain't it? Did you really come here just to apologize...”

Aldo really was the smartest of the Basterds.. smart enough to figure out what Donny really wanted from him besides kissing ass. They made eye contact for a minute-- then started making out cuz why the hell not y'know?

 This has to be a dream, this cannot be happening right now. Donny thought --

oh well he enjoyed every bit of this, Aldo seemed to have had more experience from how good he was kissing, this felt so weird, so wrong and disgusting compared to Donny. He wasn't gay... now that he did not know. Aldo broke the kiss, letting go of Donny's coat collar and adjusting it.

“Let's take this to the bunker.”

Donny nodded, Aldo moved out of his way and grabbed the woolen newsboy cap and his bowie knife, putting it back in the leather scabbard.