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firewhiskeyficTitle: Snow on the Sahara
Author:amedia
I am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) Yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Dietrich/Moffitt/Troy/Rat Patrol
Challenge/Prompts used: Mittens
Summary: Dietrich looks forward to another threesome with his
enemies.
Rating/Warnings: Mature/no warnings
Word count: 804
Author's Notes (if any): Crabbie's alcoholic ginger beer with
diet cherry Pepsi as a mixer. Written as a gift for [belatedly redacted], my Rat
Patrol fic cheerleader.
Where were those cursed bastards? Dietricih wondered as he drove
the command car along the road. "They were supposed to be here
somewhere," he muttered to himself. "Especially since there may be a
sandstorm approaching ..."
Ah, sand, he thought as the first few flakes came lazily down.
The wind whipped them here and there as they floated crazily in there.
He blinked hard. Wasn't that supposed to be sand? "Dammit, that's snow!"
he said to himself, incredulous. And he had no mittens. "Someone will
just have to warm me up," he said. "But where are they?"
Figures loomed up from the cascading snow around him, wearing head
coverings and goggles and carrying machine guns. Dietrich wanted to
laugh. What a time to be attacked! he thought. On my way for
an ... assignation with two of the Rat Patrol. He stopped the car
and put his hands up; the figures opened his door, reached in and hauled
him out. "Who are you?" he tried to ask, but the figures refused to
answer. IT was hard work slogging through the snow, but every time he
slowed down they would poke him with one of their weapons.
Finally they reached what looked like a rough shelter under some rocks
and pushed him inside. They pulled off their head coverings and goggles
and he realized they were the very people he came here to find! Ha
ha,, he thought to himself, I came to find them so I could come.
English is funny.
Moffitt and Troy weren't laughing and he realized he hadn't spoken
aloud. "Sorry," he said. "Thank you for coming out and finding me in the
snow. I don't think the car would have kept going much longer."
Moffitt was leaning over him with a small flashlight, feeling all around
his head. "Some esoteric form of foreplay you learnt from the locals,
Sergeant Moffitt?" he asked. Troy asked Moffitt a question that Dietrich
couldn't quite make out. Even though he very much wanted to make out
with Troy. Ha ha. English is funny, he told himself again.
"Why is English funny, Hauptmann Dietrich?" asked Moffitt, who also
turned and said something quietly to Troy that Dietrich couldn't
understand.
"Oh," said Dietrich, blinking. "Did I say that aloud?"
"You've said rather a lot of things aloud," said Moffitt. "But that's
all right. They don't have to go into our report. We're just wondering
what on earth led you to drive out into such a bad sandstorm."
"You mean snowstorm," said Dietrich and the other two exchanged a look.
All right, he thought, I'll play along. "Well, of course I
set out despite the ... sandstorm," he said matter-of-factly. "I had an
assignation with you two."
"A what?" asked Troy.
"You mean a lover's try st?" asked Moffitt.
"Why else?" asked Dietrich. It seemed perfectly reasonable to him. After
all, they were both very attractive men, and they attracted him. A lot.
He seemed to remember several get-togethers during which they had had an
extremely enjoyable time. There was a light in his eyes. Not enjoyable
at all.
"Pupils are dilated unevenly," Moffitt was murmuring to Troy. "I'm
afraid it's a very bad concussion."
Troy's voice somewhere nearby said, "We still don't know what he was
doing out there."
Moffitt, who was opening a firstaid kit, said, "I suspect he went out
looking for his courier. The one Hitch and Tully rescued." Dietrich
wasn't sure why, exactly, but the idea that Hitch and Tully jad rescued
his courier (what courier?) made him feel deeply relieved.
"Wouldn't he have sent someone more expendable?" Troy's voice floated
in.
"Would you, Troy?" asked Moffitt acerbly.
Troy just sighed. Dietrich heard Troy's footsteps moving toward the open
edge of the tarpaulin; he heard the wind whipping much more loudly for a
second, and then it sounded like Troy was securing the edge more
securely. We might be snowed in here if it keeps up like that,"
thought Dietrich to himself.
"How is it out there?" Moffitt asked.
"Bad," said Troy. "Good thing we stocked ujp. We should have enough
water for the three of us even if this goes on for four-five days."
"At least we know how to pass the time," Dietrich said. "There are,
after all, a virtually infinite variety of positions in which three
able-bodied--" he glanced at his companions and reworded his words,
"VERY able-bodied, if I may say so myself--can have sex."
Moffitt and Troy stared at him, goggle-eyed. "Er, Haupmann Dietrich, you
should get some sleep," suggested Moffitt.
"Good idea," said Dietrich. "If we're going to have to entertain
ourselves for several days, we'll need stamina." He began to drift off,
then opened his eyes agian. "Gentlemen," he addeed sharply, "I hope you
brought plenty of lube."
Author:
amediaI am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) Yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Dietrich/Moffitt/Troy/Rat Patrol
Challenge/Prompts used: Mittens
Summary: Dietrich looks forward to another threesome with his
enemies.
Rating/Warnings: Mature/no warnings
Word count: 804
Author's Notes (if any): Crabbie's alcoholic ginger beer with
diet cherry Pepsi as a mixer. Written as a gift for [belatedly redacted], my Rat
Patrol fic cheerleader.
Where were those cursed bastards? Dietricih wondered as he drove
the command car along the road. "They were supposed to be here
somewhere," he muttered to himself. "Especially since there may be a
sandstorm approaching ..."
Ah, sand, he thought as the first few flakes came lazily down.
The wind whipped them here and there as they floated crazily in there.
He blinked hard. Wasn't that supposed to be sand? "Dammit, that's snow!"
he said to himself, incredulous. And he had no mittens. "Someone will
just have to warm me up," he said. "But where are they?"
Figures loomed up from the cascading snow around him, wearing head
coverings and goggles and carrying machine guns. Dietrich wanted to
laugh. What a time to be attacked! he thought. On my way for
an ... assignation with two of the Rat Patrol. He stopped the car
and put his hands up; the figures opened his door, reached in and hauled
him out. "Who are you?" he tried to ask, but the figures refused to
answer. IT was hard work slogging through the snow, but every time he
slowed down they would poke him with one of their weapons.
Finally they reached what looked like a rough shelter under some rocks
and pushed him inside. They pulled off their head coverings and goggles
and he realized they were the very people he came here to find! Ha
ha,, he thought to himself, I came to find them so I could come.
English is funny.
Moffitt and Troy weren't laughing and he realized he hadn't spoken
aloud. "Sorry," he said. "Thank you for coming out and finding me in the
snow. I don't think the car would have kept going much longer."
Moffitt was leaning over him with a small flashlight, feeling all around
his head. "Some esoteric form of foreplay you learnt from the locals,
Sergeant Moffitt?" he asked. Troy asked Moffitt a question that Dietrich
couldn't quite make out. Even though he very much wanted to make out
with Troy. Ha ha. English is funny, he told himself again.
"Why is English funny, Hauptmann Dietrich?" asked Moffitt, who also
turned and said something quietly to Troy that Dietrich couldn't
understand.
"Oh," said Dietrich, blinking. "Did I say that aloud?"
"You've said rather a lot of things aloud," said Moffitt. "But that's
all right. They don't have to go into our report. We're just wondering
what on earth led you to drive out into such a bad sandstorm."
"You mean snowstorm," said Dietrich and the other two exchanged a look.
All right, he thought, I'll play along. "Well, of course I
set out despite the ... sandstorm," he said matter-of-factly. "I had an
assignation with you two."
"A what?" asked Troy.
"You mean a lover's try st?" asked Moffitt.
"Why else?" asked Dietrich. It seemed perfectly reasonable to him. After
all, they were both very attractive men, and they attracted him. A lot.
He seemed to remember several get-togethers during which they had had an
extremely enjoyable time. There was a light in his eyes. Not enjoyable
at all.
"Pupils are dilated unevenly," Moffitt was murmuring to Troy. "I'm
afraid it's a very bad concussion."
Troy's voice somewhere nearby said, "We still don't know what he was
doing out there."
Moffitt, who was opening a firstaid kit, said, "I suspect he went out
looking for his courier. The one Hitch and Tully rescued." Dietrich
wasn't sure why, exactly, but the idea that Hitch and Tully jad rescued
his courier (what courier?) made him feel deeply relieved.
"Wouldn't he have sent someone more expendable?" Troy's voice floated
in.
"Would you, Troy?" asked Moffitt acerbly.
Troy just sighed. Dietrich heard Troy's footsteps moving toward the open
edge of the tarpaulin; he heard the wind whipping much more loudly for a
second, and then it sounded like Troy was securing the edge more
securely. We might be snowed in here if it keeps up like that,"
thought Dietrich to himself.
"How is it out there?" Moffitt asked.
"Bad," said Troy. "Good thing we stocked ujp. We should have enough
water for the three of us even if this goes on for four-five days."
"At least we know how to pass the time," Dietrich said. "There are,
after all, a virtually infinite variety of positions in which three
able-bodied--" he glanced at his companions and reworded his words,
"VERY able-bodied, if I may say so myself--can have sex."
Moffitt and Troy stared at him, goggle-eyed. "Er, Haupmann Dietrich, you
should get some sleep," suggested Moffitt.
"Good idea," said Dietrich. "If we're going to have to entertain
ourselves for several days, we'll need stamina." He began to drift off,
then opened his eyes agian. "Gentlemen," he addeed sharply, "I hope you
brought plenty of lube."
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