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linndechirTitle: Five Senses - Part four: Taste
Author:linndechir
Fandom: Inglourious Basterds
Pairing: Hellstrom/Landa
Rating: PG-13
Warning: top!Hellstrom, sub!Landa, hand kink, smoking porn
Words: 818
Links to part one, part two, part three, part five.
4) TASTE
They were standing in front of the Opéra Garnier in Paris, having fled the foyer where they could hardly make two steps without having to shake hands with colleagues, party functionaries, and other acquaintances. It was the night of a premiere, and the noise on the street seemed almost peaceful compared to the bustling foyer.
Hellstrom was leaning against one of the pillars of the opera house, shivering a little. He was only wearing his dress uniform, and the spring air was still rather cold. Landa didn’t mind, but it didn’t surprise him that somebody as thin as Hellstrom couldn’t stand the cold.
Landa was chattering about the first act of the opera, about the lead soprano whom he knew quite well, trying to think of anything but Hellstrom in this bloody elegant dress uniform, maybe even trying to convince him that a ladies’ man like him couldn’t possibly desire his own colleague.
Hellstrom nodded or objected occasionally, but he didn’t seem very interested. He didn’t particularly like operas and had only agreed to come because his superior had practically ordered him to.
While Landa kept talking Hellstrom’s fingers went for his cigarettes, surprisingly nimble in his white gloves, offering one to Landa. The colonel realised that he had left his own cigarettes in his coat and gladly accepted, trying not to stare at Hellstrom’s hands when he lit first Landa’s cigarette, then his own.
Landa took a deep drag. Usually he only smoked when he had the time to enjoy his cigarettes, but right now he did it in the hope that it would ease his nervousness. He almost coughed - it had been weeks since he had last accepted a cigarette from Hellstrom, and he remembered now why. They were stronger and more bitter than any other brand Landa had ever tasted. But he overcame his usual revulsion and inhaled again, more calmly this time.
His eyes met Hellstrom’s before they unconsciously looked down at the thin lips, closed tenderly around his cigarette, sucking on it almost devotedly. White-gloved fingers took the cigarette out of his mouth, and Hellstrom quickly licked his lips before the next drag.
Taking another drag on his cigarette Landa realised that Hellstrom had to taste just like this. His mouth was certainly filled with the sharp taste of these cigarettes. He imagined kissing Hellstrom in between two puffs, breathing the bitter smoke into Landa’s mouth when their lips met.
Landa’s hand clenched, almost crushing the cigarette. He felt bare, naked, vulnerable under Hellstrom’s gaze, knowing and cold, but at the same time sensual, filled with the almost sexual pleasure smoking seemed to give him.
He was sure that no cigarette had ever been smoked so slowly before. A small eternity seemed to pass in which they were just standing there, alone, facing each other, exhaling small clouds of smoke into the night. For the first time since they had met Landa finished his cigarette before Hellstrom.
Waiting for Hellstrom to smoke up he felt like a schoolboy waiting for his teacher to deal out the punishment for his misbehaviour. He shivered in anticipation when the stub of Hellstrom’s cigarette was flipped to the ground and then crushed by a boot heel.
Once more Hellstrom’s tongue darted out, tasting his own lips, and Landa’s lips parted in response, silently begging for the same honour. Hellstrom stepped closer to him, shamelessly invading Landa’s personal space.
“You must wonder whether reality lives up to your imagination,” Hellstrom said suddenly, his voice a low whisper. Landa’s eyes widened in shock, panic even. Before he could protest Hellstrom’s lips were on his, and he surrendered to him as willingly and completely as Austria had surrendered to Germany.
It was hot, and bitter, and sharp. The taste of too many cigarettes mixed with the champagne Hellstrom had sipped in the foyer, and there was even a lingering taste of coffee, or maybe Landa only imagined it because he knew that Hellstrom lived on coffee. Black, bitter coffee.
He didn’t even taste half as sweet as the many women Landa had kissed, but this short kiss set him on fire like a young boy who had never been kissed before.
It was over too quickly. Hellstrom drew back before Landa could even return the kiss, either because he feared discovery or because he wanted to tease him. Knowing him, it was probably both.
Landa’s heart was racing, and he could hardly breathe. He didn’t even hear what Hellstrom said, probably an empty, polite phrase about rejoining their colleagues in the foyer; he hardly noticed when the major straightened up in a mock gesture of respect before he returned inside.
Left alone in the cold spring air, Landa touched his quivering lips, filled with disbelief and astonishment. The taste of bitter cigarettes, mixed with something more pleasant, sweeter, promising, lingered on his lips for the rest of the evening.
ON TO PART FIVE
Author:
linndechir Fandom: Inglourious Basterds
Pairing: Hellstrom/Landa
Rating: PG-13
Warning: top!Hellstrom, sub!Landa, hand kink, smoking porn
Words: 818
Links to part one, part two, part three, part five.
4) TASTE
They were standing in front of the Opéra Garnier in Paris, having fled the foyer where they could hardly make two steps without having to shake hands with colleagues, party functionaries, and other acquaintances. It was the night of a premiere, and the noise on the street seemed almost peaceful compared to the bustling foyer.
Hellstrom was leaning against one of the pillars of the opera house, shivering a little. He was only wearing his dress uniform, and the spring air was still rather cold. Landa didn’t mind, but it didn’t surprise him that somebody as thin as Hellstrom couldn’t stand the cold.
Landa was chattering about the first act of the opera, about the lead soprano whom he knew quite well, trying to think of anything but Hellstrom in this bloody elegant dress uniform, maybe even trying to convince him that a ladies’ man like him couldn’t possibly desire his own colleague.
Hellstrom nodded or objected occasionally, but he didn’t seem very interested. He didn’t particularly like operas and had only agreed to come because his superior had practically ordered him to.
While Landa kept talking Hellstrom’s fingers went for his cigarettes, surprisingly nimble in his white gloves, offering one to Landa. The colonel realised that he had left his own cigarettes in his coat and gladly accepted, trying not to stare at Hellstrom’s hands when he lit first Landa’s cigarette, then his own.
Landa took a deep drag. Usually he only smoked when he had the time to enjoy his cigarettes, but right now he did it in the hope that it would ease his nervousness. He almost coughed - it had been weeks since he had last accepted a cigarette from Hellstrom, and he remembered now why. They were stronger and more bitter than any other brand Landa had ever tasted. But he overcame his usual revulsion and inhaled again, more calmly this time.
His eyes met Hellstrom’s before they unconsciously looked down at the thin lips, closed tenderly around his cigarette, sucking on it almost devotedly. White-gloved fingers took the cigarette out of his mouth, and Hellstrom quickly licked his lips before the next drag.
Taking another drag on his cigarette Landa realised that Hellstrom had to taste just like this. His mouth was certainly filled with the sharp taste of these cigarettes. He imagined kissing Hellstrom in between two puffs, breathing the bitter smoke into Landa’s mouth when their lips met.
Landa’s hand clenched, almost crushing the cigarette. He felt bare, naked, vulnerable under Hellstrom’s gaze, knowing and cold, but at the same time sensual, filled with the almost sexual pleasure smoking seemed to give him.
He was sure that no cigarette had ever been smoked so slowly before. A small eternity seemed to pass in which they were just standing there, alone, facing each other, exhaling small clouds of smoke into the night. For the first time since they had met Landa finished his cigarette before Hellstrom.
Waiting for Hellstrom to smoke up he felt like a schoolboy waiting for his teacher to deal out the punishment for his misbehaviour. He shivered in anticipation when the stub of Hellstrom’s cigarette was flipped to the ground and then crushed by a boot heel.
Once more Hellstrom’s tongue darted out, tasting his own lips, and Landa’s lips parted in response, silently begging for the same honour. Hellstrom stepped closer to him, shamelessly invading Landa’s personal space.
“You must wonder whether reality lives up to your imagination,” Hellstrom said suddenly, his voice a low whisper. Landa’s eyes widened in shock, panic even. Before he could protest Hellstrom’s lips were on his, and he surrendered to him as willingly and completely as Austria had surrendered to Germany.
It was hot, and bitter, and sharp. The taste of too many cigarettes mixed with the champagne Hellstrom had sipped in the foyer, and there was even a lingering taste of coffee, or maybe Landa only imagined it because he knew that Hellstrom lived on coffee. Black, bitter coffee.
He didn’t even taste half as sweet as the many women Landa had kissed, but this short kiss set him on fire like a young boy who had never been kissed before.
It was over too quickly. Hellstrom drew back before Landa could even return the kiss, either because he feared discovery or because he wanted to tease him. Knowing him, it was probably both.
Landa’s heart was racing, and he could hardly breathe. He didn’t even hear what Hellstrom said, probably an empty, polite phrase about rejoining their colleagues in the foyer; he hardly noticed when the major straightened up in a mock gesture of respect before he returned inside.
Left alone in the cold spring air, Landa touched his quivering lips, filled with disbelief and astonishment. The taste of bitter cigarettes, mixed with something more pleasant, sweeter, promising, lingered on his lips for the rest of the evening.
ON TO PART FIVE
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Date: 2009-11-09 05:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-09 09:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-11 06:00 pm (UTC)Not literally, but.. oh wait.. oh my.
I'm strongly allergic to smoke, but this made me just.. *__*
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Date: 2009-11-11 06:43 pm (UTC)(I just realised that I hadn't friended you before ... sorry, I have no idea why I forgot. :) Btw, speaking of smoking porn - you're Russian, right? Does that mean that you'll know what I'm talking about when I say that I'm considering to write Stierlitz/Hellstrom ...?)
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Date: 2009-11-11 07:16 pm (UTC)(oh, that's okay, I don't often write, anyway :])
and - HELL YESSS I KNOW!! Why, I had a HUGE crush on Stierlitz when I was a little girl. And I still like the character a lot - the face, the voice, the uniform, everything. And Stierlitz jokes are probably my favourite type of anecdotes :D
So, yeah, PLEASE, do write it! <3
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Date: 2009-11-11 07:28 pm (UTC)I have a HUGE HUGE HUUUUUUGE crush on Stierlitz now. My SS uniform kink helps. So does the fact that I have a bigass Russian kink. I simply LOVE Russian. Also, I can pretend that I'm doing something useful when I watch 17 Moments, because occasionally I understand a sentence (I only just started learning Russian, so I don't understand much, I have to read the subtitles). But Stierlitz' porn smoking ... he has SEX with his matches, and then with his cigarettes ... oh God is he hot. [insert three pages of Stierlitz-fangirling] So, yeah, he needs to meet Hellstrom, and they need to smoke together. And then they have sex. *nod nod* Even if Schellenberg might object to Hellstrom seducing HIS Stierlitz. ;)
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Date: 2009-11-11 07:47 pm (UTC)And 17 Moments is a great movie! I'm not fond of Russian cinema in general, but THIS PARTICULAR MOVIE, oh God! *__* (now I think I have to rewatch it for the delightful smoking porn... (oops, just typed "smokink", what a Freudian typo)
Ummm, I guess Schellenberg may join? *uncertain* Or not, I don't insist... Whatever features the first two...
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Date: 2009-11-11 09:54 pm (UTC)Yeeeees, you should watch it again. I only watched six episodes so far, because it's a bit annoying to read the subtitles all the time, but I already love it so much. (and "smokink" is hilarious :))
Om nom threesome! But, no, if I want to write a threesome, it will be Landa/Hellstrom/Zoller. ;) Anyway, Stierlitz/Hellstrom is just wonderful. I love that pairing already. I want them to have a sweet post-war romance. Or something. oO
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Date: 2009-11-12 01:29 am (UTC)Oh, take your time! :D It might be a little bit protracted, but it's.. It's worth the time *__*
And threesomes are somewhat confusing :D I don't think I could ever write a decent one. YAY for Stierlitz/Hellstrom! <3 Write it, I beg you!
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Date: 2009-11-12 09:55 am (UTC)I'll finish it soon, I hope. The slashiness is making my head splode. And guh, Stierlitz! So hot!
I'm very intimidated by the prospect of writing a threesome. I will write Stierlitz/Hellstrom, though, even if it's only a short scene. They're so hot together. Om nom. Smoking porn!
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Date: 2009-11-13 01:13 am (UTC)My God, yes, the slashiness! My slash goggles were not so tight when I was 14 (that's when I last watched it), so now it's like watching an entirely new movie! :D
Smoking porn and SS uniform. The thought alone makes me lick my lips in anticipation.
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Date: 2009-11-13 09:25 am (UTC)Ooooh yes. And they're speaking Russian. For you, that's normal. To me it's just absurdly hot. ;)
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Date: 2009-11-13 02:06 pm (UTC)Awwww :D
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Date: 2009-11-13 02:21 pm (UTC)STIERLITZ!!! :) (I need to delete one of my old icons and upload a Stierlitz icon. Om nom!)
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Date: 2009-11-13 02:30 pm (UTC)Oh, the icons.. I need a couple, too. So sick of my creepy face xD
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Date: 2009-11-13 02:33 pm (UTC)Have fun at the concert later. :)
Your icon is indeed a bit creepy, to be honest. ;) I have a Stierlitz icon I use on MSN. ^^ But I fail at making icons. I only take nice pictures and resize them. I don't do colouring and quotes and things like that. I'm too stupid for that. ;)
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Date: 2009-11-13 02:53 pm (UTC)But Stierlitz.. umm.. Stierlitz is enough reason.. <3
Thanks :D I hope I won't end up with cracked ribs or something xD
Oh yes, I know. xD Long time ago my friend dared me to make a crack cosplay of Art. Lebedev, and I said - sure, why not, and then.. that. Oh God.
awwwww ^^ Oh, did I add you to MSN? *tries to remember* I haven't logged in for, like, a month D:
Same with making icons. I ask my friend to do it for me, she's more talanted.
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Date: 2009-11-13 03:32 pm (UTC)Aaaw, I'm sure it'll be great. :)
Okay. *grin* Very creepy. That's why your comments always creep me out a little. ;)
I don't think you did. Please do. :) My hotmail-username is the same as on MSN. ;)
That's why I want to convert people - so they can make icons. And write fics, too. I don't want to be the only one writing about Stierlitz. AND I want people to read it.
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Date: 2009-11-13 03:53 pm (UTC)Whoops! :D Well, that's pretty much the only picture where my hook nose does not look so utterly jewish, but otherwise it's a strange shot. I'll change the icon as soon as my friend makes some for me.
All right, I'll add you when I return :D
I don't know if I will write anything anytime soon, but I'll definitely read everything you write! *__*
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Date: 2009-11-13 04:00 pm (UTC)I think it's creepy because you're a bit yellowish-pale, and that makes you look like straight out of a zombie movie. Erm, that's not a nice thing to say, is it? But I think it's cool. ;)
All right, I'm looking forward to talking to you, hopefully soon. :)
Haha, well, once in a while I'd love to read something as well. ;) But I shouldn't complain, not to the person who wrote the amazing Hellstrom/Hellstrom's father fic. Om nom! You definitely should write more!
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Date: 2009-11-14 03:11 pm (UTC)Oh, I guess I'm too stupid to find you over MSN :D Can you add me? (resident.p@gmail.com, or 422814242 via ICQ)
Aaaaah, you're making me blush :D You're so much better. But, well, I'll try to write something. I know how sad it is to be the only writer in some particular fandom.
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Date: 2009-11-15 03:11 pm (UTC)C'mon, I loved your story! :D And yes, it's incredibly frustrating that nobody writes about the pairings I like. Next time I see Donny/Uti in the comms I'm going to cry. -.-
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Date: 2010-07-16 07:53 am (UTC)I definitely need a cigarette now.
That was quite yummy.
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Date: 2010-07-17 11:08 pm (UTC)