So here is my first attempt at Landa/Hellstrom slash. Unsurprisingly, this story will contain mature content as it progresses! I would deeply appreciate anyone who is kind enough to take the time to review, I will certainly respond to anyone who is good enough to do so.

My deepest appreciation and gratitude to DeborahKLA who kindly did the betaing for this story.

Glossary: Sturmbannführer = Major
Standartenführer = Colonel
Schütze = Private

Sturmbannführer Hellstrom was nearly shaking with rage as he left the café. The swaggering confidence of Schütze Zoller, who walked slightly ahead, only fuelled the fire. The arrogant, offensive young fool! To speak to Standartenführer Landa in that questioning manner was completely unacceptable. Dieter Hellstrom was a well disciplined member of the Gestapo; he had been trained to fear his superiors and never argue or question their judgement. To see Schütze Zoller challenge the Standartenführer's actions so openly was an outrage against the very standards Hellstrom held most dear. He knew he had to be careful, since Zoller was the current favourite of Reichsminister Goebbels, but he was determined that Zoller's insolence would not go unnoticed. As they exited the cafe, he seized the opportunity to tackle the Schütze whilst his annoyance was still fresh.

"Schütze? A word, please."

Zoller stepped forward to where Hellstrom stood stiffly, an enquiring smile on his face. Hellstrom returned it with a stony glare; this overly confident boy had clearly forgotten his position within the ranks and lost all sense of respect. Hellstrom stepped a little closer, keen to impose his authority upon Zoller.

"You questioned the actions of the Standartenführer in there" he said quietly, purposely clipping every syllable carefully to emphasise the words.

"I did not mean to offend Standartenführer Landa" Zoller began "I merely..."

"You will address me as 'Sturmbannführer', Schütze," Hellstrom spat, his anger boiling over. "And I am not interested in what you were 'merely' doing. May I remind you that, although Reichsminister Goebbels clearly believes you are special, I do not. You may be a film star, but we still expect that you understand your rank and place. You will never again question the actions of Standartenführer Landa or any other superior. Do I make myself clear?"

"Ja Sturmbannführer" Zoller replied, a slightly insolent look in his eye.

Hellstrom knew this was the best he was going to get. "Get out of my sight now, Schütze," he said, "before you offend anyone else, and certainly before Standartenführer Landa returns."

Zoller walked away, face reddening and fists clenched. Hellstrom watched him leave and felt satisfied. As a Sturmbannführer, he could not possibly allow such outright insolence to go without a reprimand. He was angry with Zoller for speaking out of turn because of his rank, but also outraged that anyone would speak to Standartenführer Landa in such an openly questioning manner. Hellstrom himself had never met Landa on a personal basis, but like every German officer stationed in France, he knew him by reputation through the many stories about him. Hellstrom had seen him briefly at meetings or gatherings of senior officers. He had never had the opportunity to speak to him. Unlike others, he recognised the power of Landa's reputation and would never dare to openly question any of his actions. To see such questioning from a mere Schütze had been quite intolerable to Hellstrom's sense of respect for senior officers. Privately, Hellstrom was also angered that an arrogant non-entity like Zoller had the opportunity to speak to Landa before a man of his rank. Hellstrom had worked hard for many years to attain his position in the Gestapo. He couldn't accept that a Schütze who had made his name through showy heroics was more highly regarded than those who had worked hard to rise through the ranks.

Hellstrom suddenly noticed that Reichsminister Goebbels was approaching him and immediately stood bolt upright, keen to impress.

"I must thank you, Sturmbannführer, for your swift delivery of Mademoiselle Mimieux," Goebbels said, puffing lazily on a cigarette. "Schütze Zoller was most insistent that I meet her."

"It was a pleasure, Herr Reichsminister," Hellstrom replied.

Goebbels leant closer, clearly keen to speak without Zoller overhearing.

"I see you felt the need to speak to the young Schütze after we left," he said.

Hellstrom flushed slightly. "I am sure you understand, Herr Reichsminister," he said stiffly, "that one of my duties is to ensure order is maintained within the ranks. I could not allow a Schütze to question the actions of a Standartenführer without reprimanding him."

Goebbels nonchalantly waved his hand. "Absolutely, Sturmbannführer," he replied. "I must confess that Zoller has more liberties than most Schützen in the German army, and that is partly my fault. I do tend to indulge his every whim. But I perfectly appreciate that a man of your rank cannot allow inappropriate behaviour to go unnoticed. A lack of discipline is bad for morale."

"Danke, Herr Reichsminister," Hellstrom replied, relieved that the dressing down of his favourite Schütze had not angered Goebbels.

Goebbels gestured towards his chauffeur driven car. "Are you travelling with us, Sturmbannführer?" he asked.

"Nein, Herr Reichsminister," Hellstrom replied. "I need to finalise a few matters with Standartenführer Landa before I leave."

Goebbels dropped his cigarette to the floor and glanced backwards towards the doorway of the cafe. He caught Hellstrom's eye and laughed knowingly with an exaggerated rise of his eyebrows, clearly believing Hellstrom to be harbouring the same thoughts as he.

"Landa has remained inside with Mademoiselle Mimieux for quite some time now," Goebbels said, his voice ringing with suggestive anticipation. "Is it possible that the Standartenführer is making good use his of famous charm?"

Hellstrom smiled politely at the question, but tried to block out the unpleasant image filling his mind. He felt a sudden surge of dislike towards Mlle. Emmanuel Mimieux, a brazen faced hussy of a woman, unworthy of the attentions of an SS Standartenführer.

Goebbels continued, clearly unaware of the Sturmbannführer's discomfort. "I've never known a man as successful as Hans," he said, shaking his head with theatrical disbelief. "The list of women he has bedded is quite remarkable. If only he would share his secrets with us, eh Sturmbannführer?"

Hellstrom forced a laugh as Goebbels slapped his shoulder, although his entire body was rigid with the usual awkwardness he felt when discussing women with other men.

Goebbels saw that his car was ready and walked towards it. He turned once more towards Dieter Hellstrom.

"See you tonight at the cinema, Sturmbannführer," he said before entering the vehicle with his companions and driving away.

Now that he was alone, Hellstrom suddenly had a knot of tension in his stomach. All he wanted was to speak to Landa, to assure him that the rudeness of Schütze Zoller had not gone unnoticed. But the sudden reality of speaking to him one-to-one was immensely intimidating.

Before he had a chance to change his mind, a figure in SS uniform exited the cafe swiftly. Hellstrom's breathe caught in his throat as he realised that the time had come for him to speak to Landa.

"Herr Standartenführer," he said clearly, his voice not betraying the nerves he felt.

Landa turned to face the Sturmbannführer, his eyes boring immediately into his face. Hellstrom had to force himself not to exclaim out loud. The Standartenführer was shorter than he, but an immensely handsome and striking man. His hazel eyes burned with enquiring interest at the person who had addressed him by rank, then ignited with a curious fire when he saw who was speaking to him.

Landa narrowed his eyes in thought for a moment before approaching Hellstrom.

"It's Sturmbannführer Hellstrom, is it not?" he asked, extending his hand to the nervous young man who stood before him.

"Ja Standartenführer" Hellstrom replied, hesitating briefly before accepting the hand in his own which gripped tightly against his wrist.

"It is nice to finally meet you, Sturmbannführer," Landa said, releasing Hellstrom's hand. "I have heard a great deal about you from various senior members of both the SS and Gestapo."

Hellstrom swelled with pride; the famous Hans Landa had actually heard of him! Hellstrom had always been an ambitious man and to know that he was talked about amongst senior members of the Nazi party thrilled him considerably.

"Danke, Herr Standartenführer," he replied briskly, keen to ensure the Standartenführer recognised that he was indeed a man worthy of any good word said about him. Landa's eyes had settled on the Sturmbannführer and were slowly moving over his entire physique, taking in every inch of the man standing before him. He worked his way back to the Sturmbannführer's face before fixing him with a quizzical look, clearly wanting to know what matter was to be discussed.

"I wanted to speak to you, Standartenführer," Hellstrom said, "about Schütze Zoller. I believe you should be aware that I have reprimanded him for the way he publicly questioned your actions in front of Mademoiselle Mimieux."

Landa raised an amused eyebrow and grinned at Sturmbannführer Hellstrom, who shifted with mild embarrassment, slightly taken aback by the Standartenführer's response.

"So I need to therefore attribute the defense of my name and rank against the insubordination of Schütze Zoller to you, Sturmbannführer," he said.

"Not quite Standartenführer..." Hellstrom began before Landa waved a hand to silence him.

"No, I insist. It seems that I owe you thanks, Sturmbannführer, for reprimanding the likes of our friend Zoller."

Landa's face grew darker at the mention of Zoller, his Viennese accent curling aggressively around the syllables of the name. He took one step closer, and Hellstrom's breathe caught in his chest. He was more than intimidated by the sudden proximity of the Standartenführer.

"I suspect," Landa said in a low and confidential tone, "that Schütze Zoller feared I would attempt to seduce the beautiful Mademoiselle Mimieux, for whom I believe he has developed a certain tenderness. She is a most attractive young woman, do you not agree Sturmbannführer?"

Hellstrom hesitated visibly, unable to react quickly under the intense stare of the Standartenführer. All his life he had become adept at falsifying his appreciation of women, comfortably rolling off countless lies about his attraction to certain females, all to conceal his true desires from his colleagues and friends. Hellstrom had always prided himself on his unquestioning obedience as a soldier, and it was his rapid responses that saved him when confronted with the awkward question of women. His well rehearsed lies about the women he desired normally fell easily from his lips when told to male colleagues whom he secretly desired physically more than any woman he had ever met. He couldn't understand why his natural ability to lie about his preferences seemed to be failing under the gaze of Standartenführer Landa.

"She is an exceptionally lovely and fascinating creature," Landa continued, before taking yet another step closer to speak quietly into Hellstrom's ear. "I do not mind telling you, Sturmbannführer, that I considered arranging to meet her this evening during the premiere for a little rendezvous."

Hellstrom's eyes met Landa's. The amused expression in the Standartenführer's eyes remained; Hellstrom was unsure how to react. He had the strange sensation that he was somehow being tested by Landa, who seemed to be eagerly awaiting the response he had provoked. As the Sturmbannführer carefully formulated his answer, he couldn't help but take the opportunity to voyeuristically gaze at Landa's stunning facial features. The Standartenführer had beautiful bright eyes, a strong jaw line, and a masculine glow which provoked a powerful stab of desire in Hellstrom's abdomen. He had never before met a man to whom he felt such an instant attraction.

"She is a very attractive lady Standartenführer" Hellstrom replied, unable to entirely erase the tone of insincerity out of his voice.

Landa grinned happily; clearly Hellstrom's response had pleased him.

"Am I right in assuming, Sturmbannführer, that I will see you tonight at the film screening?"

"Ja, Standartenführer," Hellstrom replied. "My duties require that I attend the screening to help judge the appropriateness of Mademoiselle Mimieux's cinema."

Landa smiled happily.

"Well, Sturmbannführer, you will also see me there," he said, grinning widely. "Perhaps if you are not too busy elsewhere, you could assist me in the necessary security checks I must perform tonight before the premiere."

Hellstrom's chest knotted with excitement; surely not the opportunity to work alongside Standartenführer Landa? He had always wanted to meet Landa, but now that he had finally done so, he wanted nothing more than the chance to spend time in this man's company. His physical features and radiating charisma made him easily one of the most enticing men Hellstrom had ever met; he felt quite giddy merely in his presence.

Landa took the expression of bug-eyed surprise as a positive response. He extended his hand once more to the Major who took it more firmly this time, their eyes meeting in a mutually unspoken sense of anticipation.

"Until tonight, Sturmbannführer," Landa said quietly, squeezing Hellstrom's hand lightly before releasing it. He turned swiftly on his heel and, without looking back, strode away. Hellstrom gazed longingly at the elegant and strangely beautiful figure walking away from him, his eyes hypnotised by the graceful movement of the Standartenführer's body as it grew smaller in the distance. Hellstrom's entire body tingled with excited anticipation as he nervously looked forward to spending time in the presence of the famous Standartenführer Hans Landa.