Chapter 5: Yes

A/N: This is a LONG one...and I'm not just talking about the chapter length...

It was morning but Moscow was still sleeping. Still, the muffled noise of the birds in the street filtered through Stalin's open window, signaling that dawn had broken. He had been up for  a while now, drifting in and out of consciousness, making sure the pretty German boy was still beside him. Joseph feared that if he allowed his eyes to shut for a  moment too long, he would wake up to find himself alone...an Adolf shaped indentation cast into the mattress, the only evidence of his heart's greatest desire...

Hitler looked so peaceful lying there, his little hands pressed into the pillow, his eyes screwed shut in contented slumber. A small smile graced Stalin's unshaven lip. For the first time in his life he felt truly alive. He realised most people went about their lives never even conceiving of such serene, uncontaminated joy; and that now he had felt it, he must vow to never feel anything else ever again. Nothing that could puncture this holiness. No, he, Stalin, would stay here forever, watching Adolf sleep and soaking in the simple perfection of the act. There was nothing more, nothing higher. Unable to contain himself, Stalin leant over the sleeping man, allowing his eyes to hungrily absorb each detail of Adolf's pretty face.

'Morning mein engel,' he whispered, ever so gently beginning to caress first Adolf's forehead, and then the soft curvature of his gentle brows.

'That's right...mein engel...do you like it? See, I've been practicing my German for you...'

Adolf let out a soft yawn as he reached forward in his sleep, softly grasping Joseph's manly hand in his own fat one.

'It's ok my darling...I'm here. I'm going to protect you now. Wow, you are just so beautiful...'

Stalin sighed, sadness suddenly permeating his usually composed demeanor.

'My darling, I must make a confession. There is something you must know...and yet it is something I find myself unable to part with. 

As you know, I am risking all there is to risk by having you here. If my men knew you were here, they would be forced to make a choice. And I am not one to trust in the choices of my men...

In spite of this possibility, the murmuring in my heart yearns only for more time with you. I do not care if it is foolish, if it is wrong. For me these words, what I am about to tell you, are not only the truth... but the only truth:

I have been afraid. So afraid that I have attempted to conceal how I desire you. I have sought to hide how I have watched your hands move as you speak, your eyes flutter with nervous hunger, your lips curl in joy - how you carry the weight of the Third Reich and yet remain so-'

Stalin took a deep breathe...

'It is implausible to me that I have lived all these years without knowing the magnitude of this emotion. For it has become all I could ever wish to know. I feel myself physically ache with longing...I do not have the words to express its intensity...

I am a fool, aren't I? A Russian fool impassioned with your soft German sweetness.

As I say, these words are not sufficient to express any of this, mein engel. They are nothing at all. Nothing. I must purge them from my tongue... PURGE THEM...they are unworthy of capturing your perfect grace.'

Still, clasping Hitler's little hand in his own, Joseph gestured weakly towards his heart, which was pumping fiercely beneath his sheepskin jacket.

'And yet I have nothing but these words to give to you. Will you accept them? For the first time, I am rendered powerless, and not by an army, not by a blade, not by one treacherously angled bullet, but by how much I need you. How much I love you. 

See Adolf, I have learnt something. In fact, I think you yourself have taught it to me. Allow me to share it with you now? 

Love cares nothing for history, for language, for borders—it only knows longing. And I have longed for you in silence, in stolen glances, in every moment you stood close enough for me to feel your soft warmth...

If you knew the extent of my longing, would you look at me the same? Or would you step away, leaving me to drown in this beautiful folly alone?'

Stalin sighed deeply once more, fluttering his fingers across Hitler's thick toothbrush mustache.

'Sleep, lyubov' moya- my love. In dreams, perhaps, you will hear me.' 

...

When Hitler finally woke, midday had come and gone. At first, he had no idea where he was. The events of the previous night had blurred into a vague amalgamation of drunken feeling. And then his eyes began to adjust to the half-light of the curtained room.

'Stalin?' 

The man beside the bed turned towards him, and Hitler felt joy threaten to burst his tiny diaphragm.

'It is you!' he exclaimed.

The events of the previous night came back to him in one momentous realisation. 

The bar...

His despair...

The sour smelling man...

Joseph...

'Adolf,' began Joseph gruffly. 'Please. I must apologise for upsetting you. I was much too hasty in explaining these current affairs...and in doing so, I overlooked what you needed from me. I understand you are hurting, but I know I can make it up to you if you let me.'

Hitler gazed into Joseph's deep yellow eyes and forgave him in a heartbeat.

'It's ok,' he smiled, 'Besides, I was unfair too. I blamed you for my inability to properly communicate my feelings...'

Stalin shook his head. 'I am the one who is unable to do that...' 

Hitler simply giggled, allowing joy to overcome him. This handsome Russian man was talking to him again! Plus Stalin had apologised for making him cry at Igglepiggle's house. Plus, he was currently lying barely clothed in his bed...

Stalin seemed to reach this realisation at the same time as Hitler. He gave up all pretenses of conversation, tenderly reaching a palm underneath the bedsheets to stroke Adolf's torso. 

'You brought me home,' whispered Adolf adoringly, 'you carried me home with your big, strong muscles. I remember everything now...'

'Yes,' whispered Stalin breathlessly, as he allowed his other hand to explore the smooth surface of Adolf's thigh. The German let out a soft moan.

'Yes,' breathed Stalin again, 'It was an honour to bring you home with me. You were so beautiful sleeping. And even more so awake...'

'Because there are more things I can do for you awake?' teased Hitler.

'I-I- wouldn't know about that...'

Hitler sat up, allowing the Russian to continue caressing him, as their faces drew slowly together in a passionate kiss. Joseph tasted slightly salty, like dusk or a moonlit library. They both moaned in pleasure as their mustaches embraced, until neither man knew where his ended and the other's began. Hungrily, Stalin poured his tongue into Hitler's cute little mouth, placing one of his hands on the back of Adolf's head and the other on his waist. He slowly pulled the German even closer towards him...feeling their heart's beat in lustful symphony...

After a long kiss, the two drew apart, just for a second. Breathless, Hitler began to steal glances downwards, at Stalin's erect asparagus. He let out a gasp...it was so big...

'Adolf...' moaned Stalin, 'I want you...'

Hitler giggled, abruptly standing up as if to exit the room. Stalin's lust for him was so satisfying, creating the sudden desire to tease him. 

'Adolf?'

'Can you sit on the bed for me?' asked Hitler in a playful baby-voice, 'I have a gift for you...'

'Uhhhh...sure...' replied Stalin, flushed in confusion and desire. Hitler took in the man's deep maroon blush...and his huge bulge...He was so hot...

Joseph's desperate yet authoritative gaze followed the German as if in a daze. He was so mesmerized he didn't once look away as Hitler began to moonwalk, his alluring body gliding backwards as Stalin grew harder and harder...

'Blyat! You are so hot, Adolf...'

Grinning, Hitler began to slowly strip, cocking his hips backwards and forwards with his very seductive moves. Firstly, he teased his little pajama shirt off before gesturing towards his bottom half...

'Joseph,' he winked, 'would you like to see more?'

'Da...'

'Ja? Come here then...'

Suddenly Stalin was on top of him and they were kissing once more. Adolf felt something very hard pressing up against him, as Joseph's unkempt mustache began to tickle his bare chest. He gasped...

'Joseph...'

'Adolf...'

Moaning softly, Hitler reached his chubby fingers towards Stalin's belt, tracing the outline of his huge erection.

'Da...da...' groaned the Russian.

Holding his breath in excitement, Hitler began to underdo the belt.

And then, there was a knock at the door...