You can leave your hat on.

Schrodinger sat on the cold, metal floor of one of Millennium’s many compounds, scratching at it with a dart. A grin filled his face and his teeth shone supernaturally in the incandescent light. There was a heavy metal creaking followed by a slam and heavy boot steps that could mean only one thing.
“Mein Gott.” Schrodinger whispered, fear in his voice as his cat ears began to twitch. In this compound, where every undead soldier could walk across anything without so much as a sound, only one person bothered to make his steps heard. The one person Schrodinger feared, and admired. Captain stood over Schrodinger, looking down on him with hard eyes. His gaze shifted to Schrodinger’s hand, and the now scratched floor, he shook his head. Schrodinger blushed, grabbing the other darts from the floor and standing up. Nervously, he aimed a dart at the dart board, his hand shaking. The dart stuck just bellow the outer ring of the double scores.
“You know, Captain, you are a seltsam mann. Strange man.” Schrodinger commented, throwing his second dart, which narrowly managed to land on the double three. Captain didn’t reply, instead he took of his hat and ran a hand through his silver-blonde hair before nodding. Schrodinger stood dumbstruck by the elegance of him, his hard eyes blended so well with his idyllic face and angelic hair, it shouldn’t have been possible for anyone to look that attractive. Captain’s eyes connected with Schrodinger’s and they both glanced away, Captain replacing his hat. Nerves hit Schrodinger again, so once more he took aim with his final dart. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Captain had moved, could now feel his breath on his own neck, their bodies so close. Schrodinger threw the dart, but it was no good, it clattered to the ground far short of its destination. Schrodinger disappeared, reappearing across the room, panting, he hadn’t felt such lust before, in all his years of thinking of Captain, dreaming of him, masturbating over him, he had never imagined being so close. Courage seized him and he began to talk.
“You know, Hans, I was wondering why you carry that big knife around when you never use it.” Schrodinger asked, sweetly, biting his lip. He hoped Captain didn’t mind him using the name Hans, he had heard some others use it to him. Captain looked over at Schrodinger, pulling out the knife, Schrodinger started to panic, thinking he had crossed a line, but instead Captain threw it at the dart board, where it impaled the bulls-eye.
“It’s for darts.” Captain smirked. “And my name is not Hans.”. Schrodinger’s heart began to beat out of his chest, Captain had talked to him, Captain never talked. A bulge began to grow in Schrodinger’s shorts, as the lust took hold, he couldn’t contain it any longer. Captain was in front of him in an instant, his eyes downcast at Schrodinger’s pulsing shorts, before his eyes moved up to meet Schrodinger’s. Schrodinger blushed, covering his erection with both hands, staring embarrassedly at the floor. Captain’s delicate hand grasped Schrodinger’s chin gently, raising it up so their eyes met. Captain didn’t say anything, just shook his head and turned, beginning to walk towards the door.

Scheisse, Schrodinger cursed mentally, I finally get close to him, he talks to me and I have to ruin it all. Now it’s over. Schrodinger cast his eyes back to the floor, his penis slowly turning flaccid in his cupped hands when he heard something which made his heart skip a beat. The footsteps had stopped, but the door hadn’t opened. Could it be true? Schrodinger looked up to see Captain standing in the centre of the room, facing him. He was halfway through unbuttoning his overcoat when Schrodinger felt something familiar press against his hands. Not again he sighed, though this time he didn’t mind so much. The thick overcoat dropped to the floor behind Captain, leaving him bare from the waist up, save for the military green braces attached to his combat trousers. His chest was, ironically, completely hairless. His rippling muscle and bulging arms caused a pang of painful ecstasy in Schrodinger, who had bitten his lip so hard blood had begun to trickle down. They both stood there, for a moment, Schrodinger staring at Captain’s muscles, Captain staring at Schrodinger’s erection when Captain reached his hand up to remove his hat. Schrodinger pounced on him, the surprise knocked Captain to the floor, leaving Schrodinger straddling him with one hand on Captain’s hat and the other gripping his chest.
“Would you-would you leave your hat on?” Schrodinger asked, a coy smile spreading across his face. Captain looked embarrassed and Schrodinger thought it was something he had said when he felt a sharp pain in his butt cheek. Schrodinger looked around to find a rather sizeable erection, now poking him in the back. Schrodinger swivelled on Captain’s stomach to face his monstrous erection, he pulled Captain’s trousers over it, to reveal a ten inch long, rock hard penis. Schrodinger’s eyes lit up at the sight of it as he wrapped both hands around it and began to stroke the quivering behemoth. Schrodinger licked his lips before sucking on the tip of Captain’s cock, sliding more and more of it into his mouth. He couldn’t believe the taste, he just wanted more of it, and his tongue licked and caressed every part of the cock it was able. Schrodinger continued to rub, stroke, suck and lick, getting faster and faster until Captain’s cock shot its load into Schrodinger’s mouth. Schrodinger summoned all the willpower he had to take Captain’s cock out of his mouth and was about to swallow when Captain grasped him and pulled him into a kiss. Captain’s long, moist tongue slid down Schrodinger’s throat, caressing his tongue, both bathing in Captain’s cum. Captain finally released Schrodinger who smiled as he swallowed his mouthful.

Schrodinger smiled cheekily at Captain, turning to leave, expecting it to be over now Captain had had his fun. To his surprise, however, Captain grasped him from behind, sliding his cock between Schrodinger’s legs, so it looked like Schrodinger’s own. Schrodinger clasped his burning thighs to it and began to move rhythmically back and forth, making Captain sigh in pleasure. Then Captain’s arm wrapped around Schrodinger’s stomach, preventing him from continuing, as his other hand undid Schrodinger’s shorts, causing them to fall to the floor. He blushed as Captain saw that Schrodinger was wearing frilly pink panties which barely contained his throbbing penis. Captain slid his hand gently into the panties, until his fingers cupped Schrodinger’s balls, which he squeezed experimentally, causing Schrodinger to shudder in ecstasy. In one swift move Captain ripped the panties off of Schrodinger and grabbed his penis in one hand. Captain didn’t move his hand, instead he slowly squeezed, causing Schrodinger to pant orgasmically and when the pressure became too much a jet of white, hot cum squirted out onto Captain’s hand and cock.
Schrodinger felt his knees go weak under him, and leaned against Captain for support. Captain smirked, pleased with another job well done.
“Now then, I wonder what that ass is like.” Captain wondered aloud, as his left hand squeezed Schrodinger’s ass, before his middle finger gently pushed into Schrodinger’s tight little hole, causing an orgasmic moan from both parties.