Dalek Week Day 5: World War II (WWII)

Note: This is an AU. In this one, Deryn and Alek were both born after the time when Leviathan would take place, and the world is much more open to women. As such, Deryn is a soldier,  a lieutenant in the British Army specifically, and she runs a unit consisting of the baddest ass girls in the Kingdom known as "The Double X Platoon", named for the female chromosome. Alek...well, you'll have to see.

Lieutenant Deryn Sharp hurried down the halls of the recently-commandeered prison just south of Normandy, France, her unit was currently housed in, combat boots making loud "clicks" as their steel toes touched cold gritty stone. She spun her sidearm, a big heavy M1911, around on her finger with practiced ease, wanting to run to the brig but at the same time not wanting to break the image of professionalism she'd built around herself.
It was hard to do, really. She was on her way to conduct the interrogation of a captured Clanker soldier. Those were ALWAYS fun to do.
Her stride carried her to the brig quick enough, and she saluted the twin girls at guarding the doors with Thompson submachine guns. They saluted back and opened the doors for her, stepping aside to let her in and closing them again behind her.
Waiting for her halfway down the passage way was her second in command, Corporal Isabella Newkirk, known to everyone as "Izzy."
"Ma'am." Izzy saluted quickly.
"Izzy. So, what sort of unlucky bum rag do I get to play with today?"
"Austrian Private. MG42 gun crew member from Sword Beach. Last one; his MG nest took a direct sky shark hit during the bombardment, blew everyone else but him to chunks."
Deryn nodded, excited. Austrians, she'd found, were MUCH more fun to interrogate. They didn't really want to be fighting this war, and they showed it when pressed. Often times they didn't really have any useful information, but watching them squirm was more than enough reward to make the the question asking worth while. Even if they had just seen they're buddies blown apart by a fabricated rocket based on a small shark.
"He still in one piece?"
Izzy nodded. "He's not wounded, if that's what you're asking. He's restrained, though."
Deryn nodded, pleased. "What cell is he in?"
"23. You need me for this?"
"No. Go get some rest. You look like you need it."
Izzy nodded and moved off, leaving Deryn alone. She walked down the line of cell doors till she reached 23, then opened it.
Inside was nothing but a chair and a bare light bulb. Seated in said chair, secured to it with fabricated eel-rope (strands of fiber made from electric eel life threads, which would shock the wearer if they struggled too much) was quite possibly the most attractive Austrian boy Deryn had ever seen.
He was about her age, maybe a little younger, ragged looking, with his face was caked in mud and blood and sported a good-sized bruise on its side, but Deryn still couldn't help but think he was incredibly attractive looking. Dark hair cut short and ragged, with some of it missing from the sky shark's impact. And green eyes. She noticed those instantly. Like liquid emeralds, full of terror and growing more full by the second as he recognized who she was and what she commanded. So, he knew the stories of what the Double X Platoon did to male Clanker prisoners. Good.
"Mein Gott." He whispered. Deryn grinned.
"So, I'm going to guess you know who I am."
"Y-yes." The Clanker stuttered in English. He spoke the language impressively well. Not that the fact surprised Deryn. She spoke German just as good, as did all the Double X's. "Leutienant S-Sharp, British Army. Double X Plattoon. Oh God, don't hurt me..."
Deryn chuckled and bent down to look the boy in his eyes, resting her hands on her knees for support.
"Now, why would I do that to a cute boy like you?" She asked darkly, grinning. "Now, how bout I ask you a few questions? Like, perhaps, you're name?"
The Clanker boy swallowed, some of the fear draining away from him.
"Aleksander Ferdinand. Private First Class, 42nd Semi-Armored Division." The words spilled from his mouth like a mantra, most likely because they were one. Name, rank, unit. The three things every soldier was legally able to give the enemy.
"Aleksander?" Deryn asked, smiling again. "That's a pretty name. What do you're friends call you?"
"A-Alek. But...I don't have any friends. Not any more." Alek looked down at the ground and slumped in his chair, as much as he could with the eel ropes binding him anyway. Deryn gave him a look of mock pity. She didn't feel the least bit sorry about the death of his friends. If anything, it was retribution for all the girls under her command that had been chewed up by machine gun fire during the D-Day landings two days before.
"Ah." Deryn made a comforting sigh and patted Alek's shoulder.
"I'm not sure I do either," she confided, though it wasn't exactly true. He didn't need to know that, though.
"God's wounds I hate this war." Alek said with a sigh.
"As do I. Which is why I was hoping you might be able to give me something to bring it to a quicker end."
"Good luck with that, bitch." Alek's voice turned hard and angry, but Deryn could see there was no real venom in his voice. "I'm not telling you Darwinist's anything."
"Oh really?" Deryn smiled once again, a dark, evil smile. She had been hoping the boy would say that. "You sure about that?"
Alek glared at her.
"Do you're worse." He growled.
Deryn shrugged.
"As you wish." She said, straightening up for a moment until her back cracked.
Then she surged forwards, grabbed Alek by the front of his uniform, and kissed him passionately on the lips.
Making out; the most effective of Darwinist of interrogation strategies, and one perfected to an art by the Double X Platoon.
Alek struggled for a moment in horror, obviously expecting painful torture instead of pleasure. He squirmed in his chair as much as he could, and was probably shouting, but his voice died against Deryn's lips. After a moment, he relaxed, his biology betraying him and making him enjoy the sensation. Just like every other Clanker Deryn had used this "technique" on. It always worked. Clankers feared biology, and they're fear of it made them succeptable to it. Deny a male human contact with a female of any type for long enough (such as in the normal life of a Clanker) and the first real contact would bring them crashing down into a gibbering heap.
Deryn didn't let up for a second, keeping the pressure of her kiss constant, like Alek was  her long-lost lover come back from the fight and not some random unfortunate Clanker who'd been captured.
But, if Deryn was honest with herself, that was partially because she hoped that Alek WOULD become her lover...he seemed like such a nice boy. Even better, he was technically HER prisoner of war...meaning she could legally do whatever she wanted to him.
Finally, after several long minutes, Deryn broke away to catch her breath. Alek gasped, and a quick look showed that the defiance in his eyes had been replaced by a dull, lustful look.
"No, don't stop, please..." He begged quietly. Deryn smiled and licked her lips.
"Liked that, did you?" She whispered. "Give me some answers, and I might just give you more than that..."
Alek's eyes lit up and he sat up straight. Deryn knew he'd tell her everything she wanted to know now.
"Yes, whatever you want!" He said, voice sounding rather pathetic. "Anything you want to know!"
"Perfect. Let's get started, shall we?"