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Both of them assumed the en garde position. Though his feet and hands were all wrong, it felt good. It felt right. Armin couldn’t help grinning beneath his mask, feeling that long dead competitiveness—something his fencing master had called a gentleman’s bloodlust—coming to the surface.

Even through their masks, he could see that wild glint in Mark’s eye, so he wasn’t alone.

Mark took a breath. “First to three wins.”

Armin nodded.

The other American took a step back. “En garde. Prêts. Allez.”

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They lay close together beneath one of the blankets, and Mark shifted until Armin’s head was on his chest, which was an odd reversal of how they’d rested in Berlin, Mark more than a little shell-shocked by the strength of the sensations he’d experienced, but not only that. He’d been struggling to understand what it meant, what it might mean for the rest of his life, and it had been a struggle that he’d lost, or he wouldn’t have gone back to that old life and tried even harder to fit in.

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Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Armin Truchsess von Kardenberg · Mark Driscoll
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Much like that guard dog, Schäfer was protective. But there was selfish interest in this, too. Schäfer seemed on the whole to think that Armin made a decent Kommandant—not that Schäfer had ever so much as criticized the previous incumbents.

Maybe there was some pity or compassion, and their dealings were maybe shockingly familiar with each other, considering their ranks and the Wehrmacht’s usual codes. But Armin had often seen that code jump out the window in a fox hole. He found that familiarity fortifying and soothing. Maybe Schäfer was the same in this—they’d both fought in the rat’s war, reduced to rats themselves.

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Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Armin Truchsess von Kardenberg · Wehrmacht
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Vigyázat! Felnőtt tartalom.

He worked his arm around Armin and held him, regretting that he was still half-clothed, because he would’ve loved to draw little circles on his skin, on the bony ridge between neck and shoulder, maybe rub out any remaining tension. Feel every texture of Armin’s body, from soft to hard, silky to coarse, tender and strong, and everything in between. No body had quite fascinated him the same way, and no amount of injury could break that fascination.

Chapter 23

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Armin Truchsess von Kardenberg · Mark Driscoll