Thread: Bingo! A Basterdly Tale [SevenxPosie]

Aldo Raine snuffled and rubbed his itching nose against his sleeve damn snuff tobacco was giving him snake skin in his nostrils, but he supposed it was his fault for nicking anything off a Nazi to begin with. He took the cigarettes anyways German smokes stunk like shit, but Hugo got even more morose and scarily quiet if he didn't get his tobaccy, and Aldo just didn't feel like waking up with the Austrian's hand halfway down his throat in some sort of tobacco-withdrawl delirium. Though, really, Hugo might do that to him out of sheer annoyance one day anyways, hard to say. He went through the glove box of the nazi-mobile, picking through papers and pocketing some gum along the way - the inside of the thing was spotless, but there were a couple of dents in the leather seats that told him there was a second party in the vehicle. Maybe stopped to take a piss. Aldo's head popped up over the seat and he peered into the back - nothing of interest there, on first sight, but a second glance and something was shining at him on the seat, something wet. Blood, not the straight stuff that comes from a fresh wound, but the sort that trickles from the mouth, pink from dilution saliva. Someone was drooling on the back seat with a busted up mouth, had to be laying down to do it, too. Gone and got yerself a prisoner, didja? Aldo asked, peering out the vehicle to where Wiligut was laying on the ground, arms bound behind his back by his own belt the nazi didn't reply, except to give a huff of annoyance. Aldo stepped out of the Kubelwagen and walked up to Wiligut, swinging a foot back and catching him in the ribs with his boot with a 'hup!' and the Commandant's breath escaped him all at once. Gon' tell me where yer girlfriend went? Aldo asked, using his foot to direct the Nazi onto his back Wiligut stared up at him. Rage lit his eyes as he wheezed in a breath. Go to hell, you fucking American red skin swine. Wiligut said clearly, and the side of Aldo's face twitched in something like a smile. Was hopin' you'd say somethin' like that. Aldo said, stepping over Wiligut. -- Finally, the eyes opened. Reinthaller had seen them before, earlier, when they had first picked the Jew up from under the bridge like a bit of trash they had stumbled across, but it was different now, now that they were looking up at him. The dark look on Reinthaller's face gave way to a disturbing smile, something sick and amused now that Levy was looking. He pushed the gun in a little more, once, before finally tugging it out of Aaron's mouth again, I will bet you have done that before. he said, finally releasing Aaron entirely, keeping the gun trained on him his free hand slipped down between his own legs, palming himself where he was straining against the starch-pressed fabric of his uniform. His thumb and forefinger began to open the buttons of his slacks, And you will do it again. he added, tugging his cock out and pulling on it a couple of times. He reached out and gripped Aaron's hair again, angling the man's head back - - just before the rock slugged Reinthaller in the side of the neck, sending him off balance with a shout of Was verdammt! What the fuck! And, just as he tried to stand upright again, a second one struck him, sending him to the ground, falling to his hands and knees, clutching at his face where the rock had carved a trench in his cheek and nose. Reinthaller turned his upper body enough to look behind him - in the last breath of the day, the approaching man was lit up red by the dusk sun, a contrast to the brown leathers and green cottons of his rumpled clothes in one hand, he held what appeared to be some sort of dead animal, all blood and fur, and in the other, he held a big damn rock. Briefly, the American's eyes scanned over the bound, beaten, and bloodied prisoner before disregarding him, focusing back on Reinthaller, who was unsteadily getting to his feet again while Aldo watched. In his dazed state, Reinthaller found himself noticing that his attacker held his jaw strangely, jutted forward in a way that made him appear perpetually bemused - and it was only logical that his eyes followed the line of the man's jaw down to his neck. Down to some silvery, jagged mark that encircled it. A scar. Instantly, Reinthaller's head went back to camp fire stories, back to the rumours that the men would share about some insane woodsmen, some group of rebels who slaughtered german soldiers - they called the leader of them the Apache, with good reason. Reinthaller's eyes went back down to Aldo's hand, refocusing - and he realized he wasn't looking at a dead animal, because he recognized the blonde hair. It was Wiligut's scalp. Bldmann! Bastard! Reinthaller's hissed, and dimples appeared on the Apache's face. Yup. he said, and the German went for his gun, only to find it missing from it's holster, dropped to the ground in Reinthaller's moment of confusion, Aldo's eyes flicked down, brows knitting before his eyes flicked back up, because there was a limited amount of time in which another man could, or would, willingly look at another man's johnson, and this one just happened to be freely flapping around for no particular reason. Or - ? Aldo's eyes moved to the prisoner again, and this time he really observed him - his position, in particular. Aw , Aldo said, a grunt of disgust as he looked back at Reinthaller, who was actually picking his Walther up off the ground Aldo shook his head in disapproval, then whipped the third rock with astounding accuracy, pelting him in the mouth with it and taking out a couple of teeth, adding D irt y fuckin' nat zee. Before he approached and rammed a boot into the German's stomach, causing Reinthaller to go fetal around his foot and causing Aldo to briefly totter on the spot before he extracted himself.