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The moment they stepped off the train and onto the bustling platform, they were in the middle of an ocean of tears as Danish soldiers greeted their families for the first time in years. Anders was not a man who cried so easily, but his heart did stir for these men in their decorated uniforms, adorned with medals. Then there was himself and Freddy; dressed in tattered clothes, the salty scent of the ocean, the earthy odour of mud and pungent gunpowder clinging to the worn-out fibres. They made their way through the crowd and out onto the streets.
They’d been lucky having returned on a warm and sunny September day. Anders called for a car to stop as they stood at the side of the road. A kind soul pulled up next to the curb and proceeded to get out and shake their hands before helping them with their bags. Anders and Freddy climb into the back seat together. The next leg of their journey takes them through the countryside. They drove past women and children who were harvesting the fields of farmland, rolling hills and vast lakes until the end of the road warrants the driver to stop. He ignores Anders as he insists on paying, but the driver's kindness sooner wins. They unloaded their bags and Anders gestured for Freddy to follow him on a hike down a grassy footpath that led to an evergreen forest.
While Freddy took in the sights, Anders slung his bag over his shoulder and together they strolled down the beaten trail. A large hand took Freddy’s and briefly startled him. He raised a brow to Anders’s smiling face. “Why do you look at me like that, Freddy? I didn’t think holding hands would surprise you so much when we’ve spent countless nights in each other’s arms,” Anders pointed out.
He made Freddy scoff “You’re so sentimental Anders, that’s one of the most shocking things about you I’ve had the pleasure of learning.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes fondly.
Eventually, they came to the forest, and the path narrowed, pushing the pair closer so their arms would brush with every step. The dappled light of the late afternoon shone through the canopy of the trees. The occasional rustle of the shrubbery hinted at the animals that call the forest home.
Freddy’s feet were starting to drag, and he opened a flask – Anders knew that wasn’t filled with water – and swashed a mouthful before he swallowed with a guttural sound as the burn of alcohol warmed his insides. Anders let go of his hand and swiped his bag from his lugging it over his other shoulder.
“I was fine carrying that myself.” Freddy pouted.
“I know you were, but you were slowing down, my little Freddy.” Anders cooed softly making the other turn away hiding his blush.
“How much further do we have to go?”
“Eh, twenty minutes or so,” Anders answered. Freddy picked his pace since they were so close, striding next to the human pack mule, whose muscles bulged under the weight of their belongings. They continued down the footpath. Anders stopped as the path veered to the left. “Freddy not that way.” He used his feet to kick at the overgrowth along the side of the path and Freddy came to his side just as Anders unveiled stone steps that led towards the sound of gentle waves.
The trees clear to a hidden shoreline of a lake that spans for miles of crystal blue water. The sight takes Freddy’s breath away.
“You lived here, Anders?” He turned to see the taller man trudging towards a huge log cabin, dropping their bags by the front door.
“No, I lived in the last village we drove through. This is my family’s hunting cabin.”
“So, why are we here and not there?”
“Here, nobody can hear your screams when we make love from dusk till dawn, my heart.” The smaller gentleman’s eyes widen at Anders's response. Freddy blushed bright red, as memories of heated quickies after each of their raids.
Anders lifted a rock by the door and picked up a key. The front door was unlocked and opened to a cosy home. It held the smell of Anders. “You spent a lot of time here?” Freddy asked watching Anders carry their bags inside.
“Yes. I abandoned my village home after my parents passed away. This little house in the middle of nowhere was all the comforts of home I needed... That changed when I met you.” Anders smiled warmly at Freddy. He closed the distance between them where Freddy stood in the doorway. They stared into each other’s eyes and Anders took the hat off Freddy’s head exposing his sleekly fashioned black hair, a stark contrast to his dark blonde mess of short waves. “I love you deeply, Freddy.”
“You’re so different now that you're home. What happened to that bloodthirsty bear?” Freddy sighed quietly as he stroked his hands up Anders’s arms. Anders frowned as he tilted Freddy’s head up to look at him.
“We don’t have to fight anymore, Freddy.” Anders reminded his lover. “We don’t have to always be those dangerous men fighting for their lives, no matter how exciting that was.”
“I’m not ready to let go of that excitement just yet, Anders... But I know for once you are right.” Freddy chuckled and leaned his head on Anders’ broad chest. “I love you too. I love you so much it feels like I’m going fucking insane half the time, but the rest of the time it feels so good.” He felt Anders’s heart thump a little harder at his words and looked up at him.
“If you still need excitement, I have the energy to spare” Anders promised. “But allow me time to unpack and give yourself the chance to become familiar with your surroundings.”
Freddy nodded. “Make it quick.”
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About half an hour passed. Anders unpacked their dirty clothes and added the clothes he was currently wearing to the pile. Meanwhile, Freddy had made his way around the house and the last thing he’d yet to see was the master bedroom, where Anders was currently. He came in unannounced and froze as he was greeted by his lover's naked buttocks. His gaze travelled over the scar-riddled back. He swore he could have fainted if not for their previous sexual exchanges. Anders turned around and smirked at Freddy. “Do you see something you like?”
“Fuck you, Anders” Freddy snapped back.
The Dane chuckled and moved backwards climbing on the bed that had fresh sheets on it, he planned this out since Freddy wanted to be excited. He kneeled in the middle of the plush bed and beckoned Freddy to come to him. “You can if you wish. You’ve had me inside of you many times now, it’s only fair.”
Freddy couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough, but he wasn’t letting this opportunity pass him by. Having a big fella on his knees asking to be fucked was priceless. He climbed up the bed walking across the mattress up to Anders. “You know what to do, better put those glasses somewhere safe.” Freddy waited, watching the eagerness as Anders put his spectacles on the bedside cabinet and returned to his previous position. He reached up and guided Freddy’s cock into his mouth. He moaned like a starved man being fed the most delicious meal he’d ever eaten. He sucked Freddy’s length in deeper until it hit the back of his throat. He was about to pull back when a hand found the back of his head. Freddy held him still on his cock; he was biting his bottom lip red, raw and he held Anders steady and fed the rest of his length into Anders’ throat. Anders' eyes squinted as he focused on his breathing. As soon as Freddy pushed his cock down his throat it was gone again. Freddy pulled Anders off his cock leaving the man to lean on his leg as he filled his lungs with air again.
Freddy’s cock was hard as rock, and slick with spit now. He lowered himself down to Anders’ level. “you’re doing very well, considering you’ve gone soft on me.” Freddy’s smirked as he got the reaction he’d hoped for. Anders growled at him as his blue eyes stared daggers into his soul. “There he is.” Freddy purred and pushed Ander down onto his back. Anders’s cock ached to be touched but Freddy was in charge, and he didn’t dare agitate him during sex.
“Hmm... I’ve changed my mind; I want you lying on your front, big guy.” Freddy ordered and Anders obeyed like a loyal dog. “Mmm, now there’s a lovely thought.”
Anders looked over his shoulder, “what’s that, my love?”
“I was picturing you in a nice leather dog collar with me on the other end of the leash,” Freddy answered. Anders blushed, Freddy’s words had never made him feel this hot before. He whined into the pillow under his head. “You like the sound of that, don’t you? All this time you’ve been up my ass hiding this side of you. All you’ve ever wanted is someone who has enough willpower to keep you in check. Oh, Anders you’ve finally met your match.” Freddy cooed as he gently ran his fingers through Anders's blonde hair. He gripped onto the longer strands and pulled Anders's head up, forcing his neck to crane backwards and a howl to escape his throat.
“Ah, F-Freddy! Please – please fuck me. I want you.” Anders begged desperately for him, and who was Freddy to deny him when he asked so nicely? The smaller gentleman reached down to toy with Anders’s hole using a spit-slick finger. “I said fuck me, Freddy. I want it raw and hot.” Anders growled.
Freddy smirked, “Oh? You want it to hurt?” Anders nodded frantically and presented himself most obscenely, reaching down and spreading his ass cheeks apart. Freddy stared at the already loose hole “You opened yourself up. When?”
“You took your sweet time looking around, it did not take long for me to prepare.” Anders answered with a mischievous grin. His wild eyes glanced over his shoulder. Freddy drew closer until he was caging Anders’s huge body. The Dane felt Freddy’s cockhead nudge his rim which was ready and willing to take him. Freddy didn’t disappoint. He slammed into Anders so hard their skin slapped where they met. Anders groaned as he let go of his ass and went to hold onto Freddy’s arms. Freddy was nowhere near as big as Anders, but he was big enough to make Anders moan and curse like a sailor.
The bed creaked under their collective weight. The sheet wrinkled in Freddy’s tight clutches. He slipped out of Anders's weak grip, sat back, and rolled his hips down into Anders. In this position, his eyes caught the sight of Anders’s ass rippling on impact. It was hypnotic. It made him drool with the hunger of a feral predator. Suddenly, he noticed how much his lover’s personality had worn off on him, much greater than he’d realised. He reached down and grabbed a handful of each globe of muscle. He squeezed hard, bruising the Danish Hammer.
“You hurt me, but it feels so good, Freddy.” Anders growled into the pillow. “Make me scream, darling.”
Freddy’s movements paused and he delighted in Anders’s whimpering response. He dug his short nails into Anders’s hot skin and scratched down the curve of his plush rump. He clawed up Anders until his lover’s ass looked like a ruined work of art. His perfectly sculptured behind was covered in raised red scratch lines. Anders’s cock twitched between his body and the mattress, leaking liberally. He gritted his teeth when Freddy rubbed his burning minor flesh wounds. Freddy snapped his hips out of nowhere. Anders’s back arched and his mouth fell loose as a string of deafening moans left his throat. Freddy grunted deeply as Anders’s walls tensed around his length; he had Freddy in a chokehold.
“Anders” he purred, slowly lowering himself onto Anders’s back and wrapping his arms around the large man’s middle. “Tell me you love me again.”
Anders shivered, as he choked out a hoarse “I l-love you F-Freddy.”
“Do you want me to make a mess of your insides?”
“Yes.”
“You’re close, aren’t you, my love?”
Anders whimpered and nodded frantically. He almost ripped the feather-stuffed pillow as he latched onto it with a vice-like grip. Tense all over Anders took all of Freddy’s pent-up energy, amazed that a man of his lover’s build packed so much punch. “Freddy, please don’t make me wait any longer.” He whined while Freddy abused his prostate, pounding into it.
“You can let go whenever you want; I never said you had to hold back.” He purred into Anders's ear before biting the lobe. The shock made Anders yelp and he came onto the quilt beneath him. “How do you like it?” Freddy growled.
“You’re rougher than I ever was.” He turned his head to look at Freddy over his shoulder. “It makes me feel all tingly inside.” He chuckled.
Freddy had slowed after Anders released, but it didn’t take long for his heavy breathing to become laboured and fast. His hips stilled and he filled Anders with his pearly white cum. He collapsed onto Anders’s back and groaned as he flopped out of his partner. Freddy peppered Anders with little kisses on the base of his neck, making him shiver and smile tiredly.
“You’re always so gentle after you hurt me.” Anders cooed, as he found it rather endearing.
Freddy grumbled unintelligibly into his hot skin, the moustache tickling Anders’s neck. “Do you really like it when I inflict pain on you?”
“Mhm, I love all the attention you give me Darling. I love it when you tease me, when you hit me and when you cuddle up close like this. It’s all perfect, my little Freddy.”
Freddy cleared his throat, rolled off Anders, and motioned for Anders to rest his head on his chest like he had the first time they exchanged each other’s affection. Anders shuffled into his side and rubbed their legs together. He laid his head on Freddy’s chest and nuzzled into him, scratching his beard on Freddy’s smooth skin, inhaling his scent. He closed his eyes, as did Freddy, and they dream peacefully in each other’s arms inside their shared home.