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Still Breathing Part 1 The Vault
Vanderohe is sure he is going to die here, sure the only thing keeping him going is the adrenaline and the idea that maybe just maybe he can buy Dieter enough time to get to safety. The alpha catches him by the throat too quick for him to even think about trying to get away and his vision starts to spot as those fingers dig in, cutting off his air supply. He is going to die here, he thinks it is kind of funny, he is this close to a pile of money that could change his life, all of their lives and this is how it ends for him.
He chokes out a sudden breath as a blur of blond crosses his spotty vision and suddenly he is being released, dropping to the ground hard, coughing as he sucks in as much breath as possible. He is confused, baffled that he is not dead until he is being dragged backwards away from danger, he has been saved. He blinks up blurry eyes to find Dieter above him pulling him to safety with a strained gritted smile, he wants to kiss him and call him an idiot for not taking his chance when he had it.
Vanderohe tries to grab for Dieter when he moves away, mind still messy from all the hits and it takes him a minute to catch up with what the kids plan is, nodding to himself as he watches Dieter start pushing the door closed, it is the only way they might live through this now. Vanderohe has an inkling of panic about how they get out of this, when a bomb is coming but they will be together, they will figure it out. A new flood of panic fills him strong and rushing, his heart trying to beat out of his chest as he sees the alpha come up behind Dieter. Vanderohe is not sure where he gets the energy from, how he manage to get his last gun, his just in case he needs to eat a bullet here gun, up so quickly but he does and as he fires the shot off the alpha dodging out of the way a wide eyed Dieter manages to roll into the vault before the door slams shut both trapping and saving them.
Everything is dark for a moment before the low automated lights come on highlighting them in shades of blue, it is just enough light to barely make out one another, to see that their chests are still rising and falling. Vanderohe is too tired to move to meet Dieter, drooping the gun hearing it clatter against the steel floor and skid away, he ignores it, he will not need it, not for a while at least, not until they are hopefully ready to make their escape after the bomb hits. He makes a come forth motion at Dieter and keeps making it until the man finally sees it in the low light and moves forward.
“I saved you!” Dieter announces proudly, teeth shining in the lowlight and Vanderohe knows he is grinning like a fool, gives a huff both annoyed and fond. Vanderohe does not call him an idiot but he is thinking it, this could have ended with both of them dead, it still might when that bomb drops. Vanderohe uses the last of his strength to get a hand around Dieter’s neck and pull him closer, until he is practically on top of him, foreheads resting together as they share the same limited air. It kind of hurts, Vanderohe is sore and starting to throb all over, he is going to be feeling that fight for weeks but he does not want him to move, they are alive and together with a pile of money, if they live through the bombing they will be set for life.
The kiss catches him off guard but it is not as if he has not been thinking about kissing Dieter’s silly smiling face for days now. He was not going to make a move unless they made it out of here but he is not complaining. He tightens his grip against the back of Dieter’s neck and pulls him flush, ignoring the pain, it is worth it to feel both of their hearts beating a reminder that they are still alive.
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The bomb hits, echoing and shaking the ground around them, booming and for a while Vanderohe thinks the ceiling is going to give in over them, that they are going to be crushed under the strip. Dieter starts panicking, breath short and voice high as he starts rambling in a language Vanderohe does not speak. Vanderohe drags him close, not a hard feat with them still pressed close as they are, shoulder pressed against elbow, drags him down and catches him mouth.
Dieter keeps talking for a long few minutes, the kiss and the words distorted and broken up but Vanderohe does not let up, keeps a hold on him, keeps kissing him, free hand sliding over Dieter’s pants looking to distract them both. It works, Dieter’s words fall silent as he moans into Vanderohe’s mouth and moves even closer, crawling over Vanderohe in the low green light. Vanderohe’s hands find perches as Dieter settles in his lap, one of the few places he does not ache from pain, but Dieter still manages to hit a few sensitive spots with his clumsy mount, it does not stop Vanderohe’s dick from rising. They move together hurriedly, like two high school students discovering dry humping for the first time the back of a movie theater afraid to be caught. Only the danger is not from an usher here, it from the buildings crumpling overhead.
Dieter does most of the work, has to with Vanderohe as sore and tired as he is but he presses up against the roll of Dieter’s hips as best he can. The vault is loud, the earth still cracking and settling around them after the main explosion, nearly drowning out the sound of their pants and moans, Dieter’s high murmurs in German. Dieter’s thighs are tight against his hips, his knees digging in almost uncomfortably but all of Vanderohe’s focus is on the friction against his dick, the tongue sliding into his mouth, the pulse he can feel under his fingers.
The world has not quite settled around them as they cum in their pants but it is not as loud now, the building above them only making soft nearly undetectable shifts above them and they are still alive. Panting and laughing as they keep kissing, elated that they have not been crushed under the strip, they still have to figure out how to get out of here but there will be time for that later.
-TBC