"Why do we hate the homosexuals, Herr Kommandent?" Mengele purred his rhetorical question to his slumped over older partner. Hoess peeked at him curiously with his mucky brown eyes, waiting for him to continue his rather unusual speech.
  "We hate them because they are parasites. Are they not?" Slowly making his way, the famed Angel of Death slick and elegant steps, much like a cats, drew the attention of Hoess even more. He closed in on him in not time, emerald tinted eyes begging for some sort of response.
  "I suppose they are." Not any louder then a whisper he replied, forcing (or rather bating) him to lean in to hear. Josef snatched the bait without any hesitation as noses touched and eyes connected. He smelled so delicious. A wide variety of sweet tobacco, salty-metallic blood, and tangy lust, making his tongue dance in pleasure at the possibilities. Josef edged dangerously foreword, pressing his lips onto The Kommandent's firmly closed mouth, whispering his speech.
  "They're almost as bad as the Jews… Corrupting our youth in a much different way." In a sudden twist Rudolf was jerked forward but the neck as Mengele pulled at his tie, flinging him onto the oak desk. He was on top of him within seconds, pushing and pulling at his decorated tunic.
  "The Older ones teaching our young pure men the joys of sodemy. It won't be Aryan women they desire but the passion to pass on their disgusting disease to others." Josef ran his elegant fingers down the mans chest with each and every word, stroking lightly. Hoess finally understood what he was getting at by these games by the time Mengele dipped down for a kiss. He quietly blocked him with his palm.
  "No. You're only half right." He barked and before the man could rebuttal, Hoess pushed on his shoulders. Hard enough to free him but light enough not to hurt, startle maybe but defiantly not hurt. He seized the small opening for dominance as he stood up, grabbing at his partner tunic as he fell back shouting a bundle of curses in his direction.
  "Most Homosexuals I've come across are not the diseased ones you speak of." Netting his thick fingers in Mengele's silky raven hair, he shoved him against the nearest wall. Josef squawked at his efforts, loathing him a little more but loving the attention.
  "They are ones who from either lack of opportunity or over sexual indulgence find women unattractive or boring but fucking men a hell of a thrill." He growled, ripping Josef's head to the side, exposing lovely tanned flesh. Despite the whimpers and protests, Hoess couldn't help but hastily gnaw on his neck. Enough not to bleed but to bruise, to leave a mark that could easily be covered.  
  "Mmm. T-these are the ones in the camps?" Josef panted, squirming in protest at Rudolf's lovely efforts. He casually licked the wounds, savoring the taste of skin on skin, something he learned to crave, before he answered.
  "Yes. They are also work dodgers, prostitutes, or low class criminals. A mix to keep them in places like this."  Hoess let go of his hair but not entirely giving up his hold (_{oh how he loved the heat of the debate,}) letting his free hand drift to caress the younger mans ass. Mengele let loose a string of moans, pent up inside him for weeks now.
  "They can be set straight, no pun intended but the true disease ridden homosexual will never let go. They are anarchists." He smiled lightly as he granted him the long denied kiss. Kissing to them was like playing a game of ball, passing back and forth; touches, flavors, tongues, caresses, moans, pleasure, and an added hint of denial. The loser was always the one who broke away first (in this case being The Kommandent.) He broke away completely letting go of all the control he had fought for, turning his back on Mengele and giving a speech good enough for the SS officers club.
  "They refuse to conform like the rest of us, to stick to the basics of society. They violate their job as a pure blooded German by not wanting things like a job, an Aryan wife, or to make Aryan children. They in turn are not helping the war efforts by their laziness. They do not fight nor do they produce children to take their place on the front line. They are not an attribute to society but a nuisance. That is why we hate them Herr Doktor."  His speech left a dry hypocritical taste in his tainted mouth (_{tainted… that was a good word for him.}) Mengele marched his way over to him, grabbing a hold of him from behind and smothering him with his athletic body in a claustrophobic hug.
  "Is that why we do it, because we are rebels?" He purred again, nuzzling his neck. Josef's beauty mark tickled the skin on his neck, forcing a shutter from his shoulders to his spine and "accidentally" forcing him to rub up against his partners trousers. Hoess bayed his head back and snorted in a seemingly arrogant manner that didn't really suit him. His murky brown eyes swayed back to meet with the emerald brown mix.
  "Far from. We're both zealous party members working for the good of the Reich. We have families and wives. What we are is…. we are different….. much different."