Our House, My Bed

Playing at Prisoner (Pt. 1)

Richtofen and Dempsey stumbled down the hallway, exchanging a passionate kiss and avoiding the drunken Nikolai as they went downstairs to get another drink and somewhere to 'play' this 'game'. Richtofen let go of Tank and looked around for some things he could use for inspiration, Tank going for another drink while he watched the German rattle through cupboards.

Upon watching Richtofen working, Dempsey came to notice how good he looked from behind. Granted, he had stood behind the Doctor before, but he had never really looked, and now he was, he had to stare. The Doc had a slightly feminine shape to his legs and behind, which was rather eyebrow raising to notice. Suddenly, Richtofen turned to Dempsey and, upon seeing the mans' dopey face and eyes staring at him, gave a polite - if not embarrassed - cough for attention. The Marine looked him in the eyes.

"Dempshey" the Doctor eyed the man carefully. "Vould you mind doing something for mich?"

Tank shrugged, taking a gulp of his drink. "Depends on what you want, Kraut."

"You vill do vhat I vant, ja?"

"If you do what I want after, yeah!"

Richtofen thought for a single second, before nodding his consent. Tank gave a holler for glee, grinning dopily from drunkenness, before rattling off his boasts and fun-threats of how 'victorious' he would be and how 'tired' Edward would be afterwards. He was so wound up about his own fantasies, he missed the glint in Richtofens' eye and the smirk he was sporting.

"Before you do, Dempshey" his green eyes blazed with intent. "I vant you to go to zhe empty room und take off your clothes."

Dempsey looked mildly surprised. "Huh... that all?"

"Be sure to blindfold yourself~"

Dempsey shrugged and smiled, before holding out his hand. Edward removed his tie and sent the American on his merry way. He watched the American vanish down the hallway, thinking how he could satisfy his own tastes, while pleasing and torturing the American. Edward did not move, until he was satisfied he would prevent any 'American Victories' over him.

With a light skip, Doctor Richtofen went down the hallway and towards his 'victim', who would be so helplessly blind and unknowing, it would be blissful. Upon standing at the doorway, Rictofen was utterly blown away.

Dempsey lay stomach to the floor, naked and blindfolded, looking unconcerned propped on his elbows. Richtofens' green gaze was lusting and greedy as he looked over the blonde man on the ground. Dempsey was relaxed, even bored, with little knowledge of his surroundings visually, but his head tilted to every sound. Slowly, soundlessly, Richtofen removed his boots and set them by the door next to Dempseys' clothes.

Quietly, Edward tiptoed over to his helpless victim and stood straddling over him. Dempsey looked up a bit, feeling the air change to cool in the shadow of the German above, but he still wasn't concerned. He smiled sweetly, which made Richtofen flinch. The man knew his foe was stubborn, he had been since the start, but it was unsettling all the same. I shall change that, he though undoing his belt with a malicious grin. I vill change that.

Once his belt was in his hands, Richtofen straightened it with a snap that made Dempseys' smile fall to worry. Richtofen let the leather fall onto his victim and carefully trailed it over the bare skin. Dempsey looked at the ground, hands clenched into tight fists, muscles tightening to spring. Richtofen knelt down, grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and pulled Dempseys' head back to whisper in his ear.

"Nein, Dempshey" he smirked. "You have to do as I zay~"

Dempsey sighed a little, muscles relaxing slightly. In reward, Edward licked his ear, slowly and seductively, relaxing the other a little more. Richtofen let go of Dempseys' hair and stood, before giving his victim a light whip with his belt. Dempsey lowered his head and raised his shoulders to protect himself, but nothing else. Richtofen tried again, a little harder, but nothing.

With a smirk, Richtofen picked up his belt, stretched it and let it crack against Tanks' back. The sound was a cross between snap and slap, but Dempsey didn't give Richtofen anything, his lip quivering from strain. It hurt and continued to hurt, but maybe the Doctor would stop if he was bored enough, right? It was a nice thought.

Feeling his blood rushing with excitement, Richtofen raised his belt high and let it down with force enough to make it whistle as it fell. The leather belt cracked and snapped on impact, reddening the skin. Another whip and the leather split the skin. Dempsey cried out pain, hugging himself on instinct. The pain spread quickly around the wound, blood beginning to seep and slide, exciting the Doctor more.

Keeping the same force, Richtofen snapped the belt against Dempseys' skin several more times, until there was a lovely assortment of red criss-crosses that slowly blurred. Dempsey quivered in pain, biting his lower lip with force enough to make it bleed. He knew this pain, but where and when from? He couldn't place it, like a cover had been draped over his memories, preventing him from seeing it. It made him more frustrated.

Richtofen watched, slowly stepping from above Dempsey and kneeling in front of him. With a gloved hand, he took Tanks' chin and raised it to better see and study the frustrated expression. It was priceless. With a smile, Richtofen took a bloody kiss from his victim, licking the blood off his own lips when he pulled away, before taking his clothes off and neatly placing them by his boots. Dempseys' head tilted to him, curious, frustrated and pained.

"You look zo cute, Dempshey~" he jested.

"What kinda game is this?!"

"Mein game, shtupid."

Richtofen casually walked back to Dempsey and sat on his back, pinning him to the ground, aggravating the gashes, causing Tank to groan pain. Richtofen leaned down and gently licked the blood from the wounds, tantalisingly slow, ensuring to trace each gash with his tongue. Tank was unsure how to react, his vocals a mix of pleasure and pain, his mind mushed from vodka and dulled senses, but he knew it was hurting and he knew he was enjoying it.

Richtofens' hot tongue trailed up his back and to his neck, where a rather delicate kiss was issued. Dempsey leaned back a little into it, surprised by it, but the sweetness went vicious in a heartbeat as Richtofen hummed and bit his neck. The bites themselves drew blood, which wound down Tanks' skin in rivulets of red that the Doctor found beautiful to watch.

"Oh, Dempshey" he cooed, touching the blood delicately. "It is wunderbar~"

"No. It hurts."

"Zo? I like it~"

Tank smiled and tilted his head towards Richtofen, eyes masked. "Is that so?"

Not understanding, Richtofen opened his mouth to question, but he was suddenly being flung to the ground by the American as he rolled over. Winded, Richtofen was powerless as Dempsey pinned him to the ground and stared at him through the tie. He smirked cheekily.

"I happen to like it this way!"