Inspired by this tumblr post: http://dirtytf2confessions.tumblr.com/image/50353631573 NSFW Warning: Ahead lies the contents of my sick and twisted mind, which include semen, blood, and TF2... He had been sitting in the waiting room all day while the rest of his team mates went in one by one for the operation. He felt jittery, nervous. The Sniper really had no clue what he was getting into. He squirmed in his seat as the demo stumbled out through the door, eyes tinted pink and covered in blood. He bit his lip as the man walked by him without saying a word. Then Medic came through the door holding a clipboard, getting it messy with the Demo's blood all over his hands. "Herr Sniper... It iz your turn." He looked exhausted, and Sniper couldn't blame him. Eight long surgeries and one more left. He stood slowly then made his way through the doors into a dimly lit room. Blood caked the floor and operating table. The sight made his breath hitch in his throat. "So uh... This ain't gonna hurt, is it?" He asked as he sat on the edge of the metal table. Medic just stared at him with piercing eyes. "Right..." He took a shaky breath. "Sniper, if you could pleaze remove your shirt." He said as he pulled on a new pair of bright red gloves. He obeyed, tossing it on the floor. The Medic hesitated in his preparations as he saw the shirtless man. His skin was tanned, with a light dusting of brown hair across his chest, down his stomache and under the waist band of his pants. Sniper caught the man staring and grinned. "I know I'm irresistable, mate... but can we get on with it?" Medic coughed. "Certainly. Pleaze lay down..." The Medic went over towards the Medi-gun perched on a tripod and turned the setting on to low. Sniper was filled with warmth as the healing rays did their thing. A small cut on his cheek quickly healed up, skin reforming and covering the cut. The Medic adjusted the power on the gun to low, then appeared beside Sniper holding a dangerous looking scalpel. Sniper eyed the piece of metal as it descended towards his chest. "Er... should I really be awake fer this?" He asked nervously. "It iz eazier zhis way..." He said flatly. The cool blade pressed against his skin, then into. Sniper grimaced as it slide through his flesh, holding back a small whimper. The pain was lessened by the medi-gun, but it still hurt. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on breathing, trying to ignore the strange feeling of having his chest ripped open. He could feel his pants getting tighter too... He bit his lip, hoping the Medic wouldn't notice. The last thing he needed everyone to know was his strange, disturbing masochistic secret. He peeked down and almost lost it, watching the Medic's hand disappear inside his chest, felt fingers prodding at his ribs. His dick throbbed with a mind of his own. "Un... gods..." He moaned. "Are you feeling okay, Sniper? I find talking helps eaze zhe pain." His skin was spread and he got a horrifying view of his insides. Blood began leaking out across his skin, his body was on fire. "Yeah... fine..." He said breathlessly. Then he could feel a pressure against his lungs, movement inside his chest, and he found it difficult to breathe. Then a hand on his heart. "AAAaahh..." he moaned, his cock twitching in his pants. Medic paused at the sound, not used to hearing the tone. Usually it was screams of pain he heard, but this moan was different... "Sniper?" "Y... yeah?" Medic's eyes travelled down to the all too obvious bulge in the Sniper's pants. "Zhis is a reaction I am not so used to..." He said with a nervous chuckle. Sniper's face flushed and he closed his eyes. "So- mm... so what?" He said quietly. Medic grinned as he pulled his hand out of Sniper's chest, then trailed a bloodied finger down his stomach towards his crotch. Sniper tensed as he felt a hand on his mound, squeezing him. "Herr Sniper, I did not know you felt zhis way about me..." He said with an evil tone. Sniper didn't know what to say. His head was spinning with the combined feelings of pain and pleasure. Then there was a hand inside him again, prodding at his organs, squeezing the air out of his lungs... He felt about to pass out, felt himself falling over the edge. He faintly heard a zipper, then felt a hand grasp around his hardness, stroking it roughly, his own blood helping the hand to glide up and down his shaft. He moaned and sputtered, a helpless heap on the table. Then a hand on his heart, squeezing the blood out. His cock got even harder in Medic's hand. And then he came, hard, ropes of cum shooting up and landing inside him, mingling with his blood. His mind was a fog, the world fading around him. He could hear someone screaming, and only faintly realized it was him. Then everything went black... -END- If you liked that, please follow me on tumblr. You won't regret it ;) http://vidyagame.tumblr.com/
please, please continue.
I don't think so anon.
Perhaps rereading your fic before posting would help parse out the typoes and the redundancy in a spot.
Hey OP, I like where you're going with this. Ping me if you want a proofreader.