I squealed. Many times.

Just HHNNNNNGGGGHHHHH, although a little too fluffy for my tastes, but lolopinions.
Man I have such a hardon for anybody petting the doctor's face/head. Good stuff. Some really nice introspection in there, too.

Ohmygoodness this is so sweet I think I have diabeetus. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much!

OhmyGod this is so cute. I'm like trembling because I'm trying to hold back squealing... PLEASE. Keep going.

Whenever this story updates it makes my day. ♥

As adorable as it is to see Heavy being nervous about getting cuddly with Medic... I'd be creeped the fuck out if I woke up to someone holding me when I had been alone when I fell asleep. But everyone else seems to love the idea, so maybe it's just me that finds Heavy's actions, while cute, also kinda creepy.

Minty Mints: Who says it can't be both? I know I for one am looking forward to Medic freaking the fuck out.

I'll admit, I found Heavy's actions a little questionable too. On one hand, love is an emotion that exceeds reason. On the other hand, if I woke up with an enormous man laying next to me in bed, even one I was in love with, I'd be screaming blue murder.

This fluff... it pleases me. Please continue good sir/miss/madam.

>>68
>>69
>>70

To be honest, 90% of the stuff in romance is either creepy or borderline stalkerish. Strange but true.

Ze Doktor: What's that, Sandvich? Kill them all?

Sandvich: No, I said post the next damn chapter. Why aren't you listening to me?

Ze Doktor: Oh. Sorry. Here you go.

Sandvich: ...idiot.


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Medic drifted between sleep and waking, trying to hold on to the blissful feeling of whatever dream had blanketed his mind last night. Opening his eyes meant he would have to get up, and that would mean facing all the unpleasant memories lurking just out of sight. No, better to hold on to the half-real fragments of sensation that presented a much more palatable world, one full of the touch and smell and kiss of a lover.

Mmm, he could still feel that; the touch of skin against his own, soft and warm. The smell of musky sweat filling his every breath, cloying and arousing. But the feeling of lips on his mouth was gone, faded with the light of the morning, and he would not have it again until the next night. The disappointment crushed him.

He sighed. The memory of the kiss with Heavy would have to suffice until he dreamed again, beer-addled as it was. He let it wash over him, hot and delicious – and like clockwork, the events of the last week flooded back into his mind, bringing a wave of sadness and disappointment.

Medic cringed inwardly. He would have to get up now, if only to try to distract himself with menial tasks.

The conscious world flowed back, carrying the sensations of a new day. He felt warm, Medic thought, far warmer than he should be. It was not unpleasant, of course; simply unusual.

His breath suddenly caught in his throat. There was a body beside him. Arms around him. Legs tangled up with his. He could feel the chest moving up and down slowly under his own arm, thrown across a torso that was far too big to be anyone else but...

Medic opened his eyes. His heart started to race uncontrollably, making his hands shake. The first thing he saw was skin, and the thick, corded muscle of the man's neck. He pulled his head back, looking up and hardly believing that he was truly awake, and he saw Heavy's sleeping face.

His breath returned, but it was short and fast as he tried to take stock of what was going on through the rising panic. This was his room. The early morning light from the window was thin but certainly natural. The bed was still his own, the same one he woke up in every day, alone. Nothing had changed from the previous night except for the addition of Heavy, and - gott in himmel! They were both nearly naked. From the feel of it, he was only wearing his underwear, and Medic had his usual pajama pants. Their bodies were entwined, crushed together like they were desperate for the touch of another. He couldn't move at all without waking the man up.

He had imagined something like this only in the darkest depths of his fantasies. He curled his fingers, feeling the skin under his hand; it was as real as anything else he had ever known. Any number of terrifying scenarios presented themselves for consideration, not the least of which was that Heavy had been drugged with something, and in mere minutes he would wake and start asking some very awkward questions.

He might get violent. How far did his hatred of homosexuals go? He adored Heavy, but if he had to defend himself, he had only his fists – and he was somewhat outclassed in that area. The likely outcome was that he would die or be beaten senseless. Medic began to tremble in fear, his voice lost to him, which was just as well. Any shout would wake him up.

Nothing about this made any sense. Medic had no idea what to say to him – but the far more desperate part of him, the part that had urged him to kiss Heavy on the night of the party in spite of the consequences, offered a few interesting and undignified suggestions. He ignored them. He was more likely to beg for his life than for sex. But even while his heart thumped in his chest and he found it hard to breathe out of sheer panic, the sensation of the body next to his was overpowering, exhilarating. He had woken up in the arms of his love. Not even fear could change how much he wanted him.

Heavy's face was so close, and he looked so peaceful. His mouth was only a few inches away – did Medic dare...? He leaned closer, slowly and carefully, praying that he wouldn't wake up. Just one small kiss, and it really would be a small one this time. Just something else to keep him warm during the lonely nights; a memory, unclouded by alcohol, of soft, lovely lips. It was worth any amount of pain.

As their noses brushed together, Heavy's eyelids twitched. Medic froze, fresh terror taking over his mind. Muscles clenched around him; he shut his eyes, expecting the worst, shaking so badly he thought he might die from fear alone. One giant hand lazily moved up to his face, and he flinched at the touch of fingers on his cheek.

It was... gentle. Soothing. Medic slowly melted into the feeling of the fingertips brushing his skin, the thumb caressing his mouth. Such a simple thing, but it calmed him in a way that nothing else could, replacing the tension with loving warmth. His mind unravelled, his whole body relaxed. No one else could have such an effect on him. It seemed so natural to turn his head into the broad palm and let the hand cup his face. The fear dissolved as he kissed the skin that danced across his lips.

The hand traced a line down Medic's back and settled on his hip, fingers rubbing in little circles. He finally opened his eyes again to see Heavy looking at him with... what? Not anger, or hatred. Not even confusion. Pleasure, contentment, perhaps, while a small smile played across his features.

“Good morning, Doktor,” he said softly. Medic couldn't say a word in response, not with his thoughts being scattered by the feeling of the hand moving over his body, and their mouths being only a few inches apart. Heat spread from that point throughout his being and swiftly travelled to his face.

“Does Doktor want me to go?” Heavy asked, the rumble of his voice making Medic's stomach flop over. His grip tightened involuntarily – no! Please, please don't go, stay here and hold me, kiss me, love me... Medic drew closer, mouth open, eyes pleading.

“What does Doktor want?” he whispered, and Medic suddenly realized that it was not only his own heart that threatened to explode out of his chest. He could feel Heavy's pulse race as if he had been running a marathon. Their groins were pressed together, and – shock nearly shutting down his mind - he could also feel some very physical reactions happening to both of them.

Something had happened last night, and it had changed everything. Medic couldn't begin to understand what was going on and he didn't dare question it, not now. Somehow his one and only wish had been granted; Heavy was here, in his bed, in his arms, and swiftly being consumed by the same desire that he himself had felt for far too long.

Medic found his voice again. “You,” he croaked. “I vant you.” Heavy's hand suddenly gripped his ass painfully, making him gasp with aching, boiling need. “Oh Gott, please, I vant you!” he cried out.

Their lips finally collided, and it was everything Medic remembered and more. It was made hotter and sweeter by the feeling of hands on his body, stroking and touching in ways he had never been able to imagine. Heavy rolled onto his back and pulled him on top of him; Medic settled there, his legs splayed out to either side, grinding against him and both arms locked around his neck.

Clothes. Clothes got in the way. His pants were made of thin cotton, but it was still far, far too much. Had to get rid of them. Get rid of those boxers. Feel skin against skin. But – gah, he couldn't stop, not now! He'd waited and wanted for so long, and the taste of Heavy's tongue was pure heaven wrapped around his; he couldn't stop even if the base were burning down around them. He spared one hand to tug at his waistband, trying to pull it down without breaking contact with the other man's crotch.

Heavy levered himself up off the bed, and shucked off his underwear in one swift movement. Medic groaned, feeling the heat and rock-hardness of the other man's erection suddenly slapping against his balls. He grabbed the fabric of his pants, consumed with the urgent need to get them off as soon as possible. Heavy must have felt it too, and he took hold of the waistband and pulled it down so hard that the material ripped.

There were a few seconds of crazed fumbling and more tearing, then the remains of his pants were tossed onto the floor. Medic wrapped his arms around his neck again, nails digging into Heavy's shoulders in ecstasy. Fire was building in his belly, already threatening to overwhelm his whole being with pleasure. Not yet, not yet, he thought, I want him inside me first, want to feel his heat. Medic whimpered as the head of Heavy's cock bounced off his entrance.

Heavy pulled his lips away for a moment, taking some deep breaths and trying to speak as Medic pressed his mouth with kisses. “Need stuff,” he said hoarsely, “otherwise will hurt -”

Thank god for Spy. The lube was in his desk drawer, but the desk was on the other side of the room. Medic swore briefly – one of them would have to leave the bed to get it. He lifted himself up, body screaming in protest at the withdrawal. “I have,” he panted. “Jus' – just vait, bitte.”

He stumbled out of the bed, the cold air unpleasantly freezing the sweat on his skin. He had never moved so fast outside of the battlefield – a few quick steps to the desk, wrench the drawer open, grab the tiny tube, fly back to the arms of his Heavy. The big Russian sat up, pulled Medic onto his lap, and rewarded him with more hot kisses and touches.

They should have taken a while to stretch him out a bit. It had been some time for them both, and Heavy was very well-endowed. Medic was no virgin, however, and they were both past the point of common sense; a deep, desperate hunger had infected their minds and obliterated all reason. No more foreplay. He didn't care if it hurt, he didn't care if he bled.

The lube was applied and discarded on the floor. Medic sat astride him, his legs gripping Heavy's waist, arms thrown around his shoulders. Heavy lifted him, guided him onto his slick member, and slowly began to slide into him.

“Nnngg...” Medic shook with the pain, fingers clenching involuntarily. Oh god, he was big. Bigger than any other man he had ever been with. It would get better once he adjusted, but for now the agony swirled around his gut and dampened his pleasure. Every inch spread him open a little more, made him feel like he was being torn in two. When he reached the end, and Heavy was buried in him to the hilt, he felt hot tears dripping down his cheeks.

“Shh, shh, Doktor,” Heavy said soothingly. He didn't move, not yet. Medic couldn't stop trembling as he begged inwardly for the pain to subside. “Shh, I make it better.”

Heavy kissed him, softly and gently. He slid one hand down to stroke Medic, igniting the fire all over again. The minutes stretched out as the pain faded, and Medic found himself relaxing again, enjoying the touches and sensations. He began to move against Heavy on his own, ignoring the last lingering ache.

The rhythm was slow out of necessity. Heavy didn't want to hurt him more than he already had. Medic knew he could take it, though – when Heavy moved in just the right way, and hit just the right spot, he could hardly think around the rush of pleasure and started to beg incoherently in German.

Heavy groaned and threw a hand out to brace himself on the bed, leaning back to get as much of his length in as possible. He kept one arm around Medic's waist, holding him in place as he snapped his hips upwards again. Medic moaned and pleaded with every thrust, one hand on Heavy's chest and the other jerking himself off. The fire in his body had turned into an inferno, a coursing river of heat that battered his mind to dust. This was everything, everything, he had wanted; nothing in his imagination could have prepared him for it, not even if he had had years to dream.

The orgasm hit him like a truck. Medic arched his back and cried out with the force of it. “Oh Gott, Heavy, ich liebe dich! Ich liebe di-aaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHH!” he screamed, waves of pleasure and desire crashing through him and leaving trails of fireworks across his vision. He collapsed against Heavy as the other man came, riding the end of his climax with the hot, wet feeling of semen spurting into his ass.

They both descended into an endorphin-filled post-sex haze. Heavy pushed himself up, sat on the bed with his arms rather shakily wrapped around Medic. He didn't pull out – he couldn't, not until Medic moved, and he had no inclination to move just yet. He was happy to stay just as he was, his forehead resting on Heavy's shoulder and his hands feeling the beat of their hearts slowing down.

That had been too quick, he thought. He normally liked to take his time with sex, and make sure his partner was properly fulfilled. Medic didn't think he had ever wanted it so badly that he had literally lost his mind, but this was a culmination of weeks, months even, of wanting and being denied. It didn't come as that much of a surprise.

The thought that did surprise him was that Heavy had been at least as desperate as him. Medic couldn't help wondering what he was thinking, right now. He slid a hand around his neck, and pulled himself up to face the bigger man.

Heavy immediately kissed him again, and it was still just as sweet as the first time. Medic returned the sentiment, stroked his cheek, felt the rough scrape of stubble against his lips. It was gentle, thankful affection from a man grateful to finally have something he had needed more than life itself.

“I cannot believe you are real,” Medic murmured. “Zis feels too vunderful to be real.”

Heavy chuckled, a deep rumble in the back of his throat. “I am real, Doktor. Is morning, see? This is not dream.” His hand resumed making little circles on his back, slow and reassuring.

“Vhy are you here?” Medic asked, knowing that he still feared the answer. “I zhought you hated me.” His voice cracked as he spoke the words. He stared at the other man, searching his face with worry.

Heavy held him closer. “I never hate you, Doktor. Is not possible I hate you,” he said, trailing kisses across Medic's lips. “Believe this, yes? I am here because I want to be with you. Have always wanted, but thought you and Spy...”

“You... vhat?” Medic said weakly. “Ve are friends, Heavy – alvays, only friends!”

“Da, I am knowing this now. Spy come to me and tell me last night. He say, 'Doktor needs you, go to him straight away.'” Heavy paused, deep in thought for a moment. “He... explain many things, but not why he hit you.”

“It vas my fault – I accused him of being a bad friend. He vas right to be angry viz me.” Medic brushed his fingers across Heavy's mouth. “Please, I have already forgiven him. He has been a better friend zhan I deserve, it seems.”

It was unbelievable, almost too much to take in all at once. Medic struggled to understand exactly what had happened – Spy had found out about Heavy from somewhere, and taken the insane risk of approaching him directly for his friend's sake. Whatever the chain of events, the end result was that he was so deliriously happy he could barely think straight.

His love seemed to be struggling with something. He looked at Medic imploringly, his cheeks starting to go red. “Doktor, I must ask...” he started.

“Ja?”

“You really do want me?”

Medic couldn't help laughing. “Ja, I do, my big Russian bear! I vant you so much,” he said, hugging Heavy and planting kisses all over his face. “Feels like I have vanted for such a long time.”

He held him close, and buried his face in Medic's neck. Medic could feel the smile against his skin, and it gave him a rush of emotion almost as powerful as the orgasm. They wanted each other, they were together, and they were happy. The world could not be any more perfect.

The feeling brought something more – the hunger returned, more powerful than ever. Medic touched his lips to Heavy's chest, inhaling deeply and enjoying the smell of sweat and sex. His fingers moved to one of his broad nipples without any prompting, stroking it and playing with it unconsciously.

“I have waited too long, Doktor,” Heavy said softly. His hand drifted down to Medic's ass again. “Have waited to touch, and to kiss.” He squeezed, and Medic felt a thin thread of heat uncoiling in his gut. “To make love,” he whispered.

His aching voice set Medic's whole body aflame all over again. He gasped, feeling himself getting hard and feeling Heavy getting hard inside him; he thought he had felt pleasure before, but it could not compare to this. He didn't even sound like himself any more. “Oh please, please make love to me, Heavy,” he panted. “Du bist die einzigen liebhaber ich will... Anyzing you vant, I vill give, ANYZING...”

The fire burned like a furnace this time, blazing so hot that he felt like he could die. Heavy flipped him over, pressed him into the mattress, while Medic grabbed at the headboard to steady himself. The rhythm was fast and hard from the start, the bed shaking and rattling with the force of each thrust. They both moaned, cried out each other's name, writhed in pure, animalistic desire; Medic finally gave up trying to touch or kiss and planted both hands on the bars, pushing down as hard as he could. He let his legs flail wildly until Heavy grabbed his thighs, shoved them forward and slammed into him. The Russian roared like a bull, and Medic started to scream through his second climax as he pounded the most sensitive part of his ass.

In the aftermath, they lay together, exhausted and damp. Heavy's breath was hot and quick against his neck. Medic couldn't feel anything below his waist bar gentle, lazy waves of warmth and pleasure, and pressure where Heavy's leg rested on him. He was content to drift, as he had when he was half-awake, enjoying the sensations that lingered in his body.

“Doktor,” Heavy asked softly, when his breathing was back under control, “What is meaning thing you shout, 'ik lee-bah dik'? I think you say last night too, when you are asleep.”

“Ich liebe dich,” Medic repeated, and smiled to himself. “It means 'I love you.'”

Heavy pulled him into a bear hug, and kissed the side of his head. “Я люблю тебя,” he whispered. Medic frowned, and opened his mouth to ask what that meant – then he put two and two together, and his heart began to race all over again.

“Really?” he asked, turning to look at Heavy.

“Yes, Doktor, really,” he replied. “More than Sasha, even. More than anything.”

Medic laughed again, joy bubbling uncontrollably out of him. He had never, in all his life, felt so happy; the despair that had poisoned his every waking hour seemed unreal now. He reached for Heavy's face, pulled his head down, and lost himself in his lover's lips.

HOSHIT. More than Sasha? DAYUM. This is serious.

And finally. Porn. Thank you. It's beautiful, too. I can feel the love oozing out of my laptop's screen, and it's just great.

....now we can have Sniper/Spy sex too, yes? If nothing else but to have a sense of completion...and more porn.

It is love between man and giant man. That is all that I can say.

It's.. incredible.
The whole chapter. OhmyGod. Had me smiling like a bloody fool all through my dinner.
You are AMAZING.

oh shi-

This was incredible. INCREDIBLE!

Please say you are following up with Sniper/Spy sexytimes? Please??

/sniffle I can die happy now... I love you, Doc.

Oh goodness. The beginning made me feel so warm and choked me up and then-
and-
hnnnggghhhhh!

Let there be more fluff and porn. I promise Spy/Sniper in the next chapter. Ending of this bit is kinda meh, sorry.

Also, lookie there - I have an email address and a Hipstr blog now! Who'da thunk it? I'll chuck my stuff on the blog so that it'll still be accessible if the threads here die.

http://zedoktor.Hipstr.com/

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They stayed in bed for hours. By mutual agreement, they finally decided to keep their hands out of the way for a while, because touching lead to stroking, and then groping, and before either of them knew it, rather noisy sex would ensue. It was lovely every time, but it was becoming exhausting.

Medic was draped over Heavy, his arms folded on the bigger man's chest and his cheek resting on his hands. Heavy had tucked his own arms up behind his head. They chatted quietly, questions and thoughts that they never would have said before suddenly spilling out freely.

“Vhy did you run avay, on ze night of ze party?” Medic asked. “Spy told me you left me viz him and ran off before he could say anyzing.”

Heavy chuckled, a deep and throaty rumble that vibrated under Medic's fingers. “Eh, I am enjoying kiss too much. I have reaction that I not want Spy to see. Had to run away quick to room to take care of it. If Spy were not there, I would have brought Doktor with me, kissed again...” He grinned, as Medic laughed at him.

“I vould have loved every minute of it, meine geliebte russische,” he said contentedly. His hands twitched, wanting to reach out and touch Heavy's face. Medic resisted the urge for now. “Strange to zink zat ve vere so close, and pure chance kept us apart.”

“Is not important now, da? We are here. We are happy. Cannot ask for any more.”

Medic smiled. “Ve still have to get out of bed at some point.” He turned his head to look at Heavy, resting his chin on his arms. “You know, I asked myself zen who vould have a man like me, all tired and beat up as I am.”

Heavy stretched out his shoulders, and snorted in derision at that. “Doktor is being silly. Have many fine qualities – always fight so hard, even when team is losing. Always brave. Very easy to fall in love with, I am thinking.” He smiled mischievously and shifted his hips a little, making Medic acutely aware of his body. “Does not hurt that Doktor is also very sexy, of course.”

Medic reached out and tapped him playfully on the nose. “Any more of zat and I vill have to let you do nice zings to me again, and ve vill never get up today at all.”

“Would that be so bad?” Heavy reached down to hold him again, hands stroking up and down his back. “Does Doktor want me to stop?”

He could feel himself melting into the touch. He sighed happily in response, and slid his arms up around his neck – Heavy's stomach suddenly growled, loud and insistent. Medic laughed and levered himself up, then planted a kiss on his lover's chin. “I zink ve can take zat as a sign, ja? Ve should go and get somezing to eat.”

“We need shower first. Is okay?”

Medic rolled off him and they both sat up, the sheet twisted around their waists. Heavy began to retrieve his clothes and his boots and get dressed, and Medic couldn't help watching him for a few long moments before shaking himself and searching out a clean pair of pants and a shirt.

In bed, the difference in size was not so noticeable. Standing side by side, however, it was impossible to miss how much bigger Heavy was than him. He wasn't much taller, but he was so broad across the shoulders that it gave the illusion of him being a giant in comparison to Medic's more normal frame. The way his muscles rippled as he pulled his shirt over his head – who could resist touching them, feeling them contract and relax under his skin? Medic paused again, eyes tracing the other man's body. He'd always desired large men, and they didn't come much bigger than Heavy.

He smiled a silly, happy smile. All that power and strength, all for him and no one else. Medic stopped Heavy's hands in the process of tucking his T-shirt in, and pulled him into a hug. He still smelled like sweat, musky and delicious.

He kissed his neck and breathed in deeply. “Mine,” he sighed, “all mine.” Heavy squeezed him, let his hands drift all over Medic's body, leaving trails of tingling heat. That was probably a mistake, of course. He moved from his neck to his lips, and the kisses became hotter and hungrier. He kept thinking that it wasn't his fault, really – his self-control just died when Heavy touched him.

“I change mind – we not leave yet,” Heavy breathed, pushing him back against his desk. Medic nodded, and he fumbled with his lover's belt, all thoughts of getting breakfast or getting cleaned up forgotten. The bulge just behind the fabric was iron hard and already twitching with desire.

“Just a qvick vun, zen ve go...” he mumbled, letting his own boxers and pants fall to his ankles. Heavy shoved him up onto the desk, knocking papers and books onto the floor, and gripped their erections in one giant hand. The sudden pressure made him moan and buck his hips into the soft skin, and his legs latched almost involuntarily around Heavy's waist at the same time as his arms locked around his neck.

Medic let his head roll back, barely thrusting as the other man's fingers pulsed around his cock. He loved this, he loved him, he could never, ever get tired of those hands on his body. Heavy's other arm gripped his ass, giving him leverage to rock a little harder into his grasp.

“Look at me, Doktor,” he growled, and Medic just had to obey. Their gazes locked, and he took in every twitch on Heavy's face, every brief smile and grunt as his cheeks became red and shiny with sweat. God, he was gorgeous; every inch a warrior, even in ecstasy. Medic must have done something very good in a previous life to deserve this.

He moaned, dragged his teeth across Heavy's jaw and his nails across his back. Their shared breath was fast, out of control. Heavy suddenly swore in Russian, and used both hands to lift Medic off the desk entirely; Medic whined at the fingers digging into his buttocks. They rutted against each other crazily, all reason abandoned.

“Oh, Heavy... oh, Gott, please, PLEASE!” Medic cried out, feeling desire building into a crescendo in his gut. “Fuck me, fuck me...” A distant part of him noted that it was just ridiculous, the way he babbled on during sex. Under any other circumstances, he would have kept his mouth shut and retained his dignity – but he couldn't, not here, not with him. He'd say anything as long as he kept holding him like this.

Heavy jerked him upwards, then rammed into him so hard he yelped. The intense heat was enough to push Medic over the edge, and he bit down convulsively on the other man's neck as he came. Heavy wasn't far behind; it only took a few harsh thrusts for the now-familiar feeling of wet orgasmic pleasure to explode inside him.

He was still standing, Medic realized dazedly a few minutes later. Still on his feet and supporting them both. He was incredible.

“Mmm, Doktor,” Heavy murmured into his ear. “Better have shower and food before want again, da?”

“Ja...” Medic sighed. Whether he could stand now, that was another question – but Heavy would probably carry him if he couldn't. He let him slide down off his body, and Medic immediately grabbed onto him for support. His legs wobbled dangerously.

“Hah, Doktor still leetle dizzy. Maybe too much sex?”

Medic laughed at him. “Ach, just give me a minute – oh...” Heavy's T-shirt was sticky and damp, and Medic had a corresponding patch on his bare stomach. He touched it gingerly. “Er, I do not zink I have anyzing zat vill fit you, mein liebe, and you cannot go out viz zat on.” He managed to stay upright on his own, and looked up at the other man sheepishly.

Heavy shrugged and pulled it off, exposing his powerful chest. He dropped it on the floor. “I get clean shirt later. We go now?”

Medic smiled, and traced one finger down his thick pectorals. He was completely distracted for a moment, enjoying the sensation of hair and skin and hard muscle. Heavy stopped his hand before it got to his abdomen. “Doktor?” he said again, clearly amused.

He shook himself. “Yes. Of course.” He quickly pulled his clothes back on, feeling a little embarrassed. “Vhat time is it, anyvay?”

“Is nearly lunchtime. We get sandviches – I have in fridge still. But shower first, so we not get food all sweaty.” He guided Medic out the door as soon as he had his boots on, his stomach grumbling loudly again.

They managed to have a shower with nothing more than an intense make-out session, and a few whispered promises that they would come back some other day and really have fun. Somehow, Heavy never got as far as his room to get a fresh change of clothes, and they eventually wandered into the canteen as they were; one bare to the waist, and the other with his shirt open.

Medic had tried to do up the buttons, but he was hampered by Heavy constantly undoing them again so he could slip his hands inside and wrap his arms around his waist. Eventually he admitted defeat, and just let him do whatever he wanted.

Heavy practically inhaled two sandwiches before Medic finished half of his. He was in no hurry, now that the edge had been taken off his hunger. He poured himself a cup of hot coffee, and let Heavy pull him back into his arms and lean against the counter.

The sex was fantastic, of course, but this... the quiet feeling of being loved, the gentle affection, made him feel like he had won every jackpot on earth. Medic rested his head against Heavy's shoulder, felt his chest rising and falling behind him and his breath warming his neck. It was blissful. He could stand here all day, with Heavy's arms keeping him warm and happy.

Their reverie was interrupted by voices outside the canteen. Medic felt the hands on his waist move, as if to leave him, and he caught one quickly. “Do you care who knows?” he asked softly. “I do not. I am not ashamed of vhat I feel.”

Heavy smiled, and kissed him on the cheek. “If Doktor does not mind, I do not either.” His hands settled down again, and he started to stroke Medic's stomach with his thumb.

“...telling you, man, Casablanca is one of the best films ever made – we gotta get it for HOLY SHIT!” Scout walked into the canteen, initially looking behind him while chatting to Engineer, but he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of Medic and Heavy. He accidentally elbowed Engineer in shock, and gaped at the pair in complete horror as his companion doubled over and gasped for breath.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS FAGGOTY CRAP?!” he shrieked, pointing at them accusingly. “Ohmigod, don't tell me that you – just because you're friends with that French assfucker doesn't mean you gotta do the shit he does! What the fuck, Doc?!”

Heavy stiffened, but Medic just chuckled in a way that he knew would infuriate Scout. “Ah, kinder. So young and innocent.” He sipped his coffee, and reached up with one hand to stroke the back of Heavy's neck. “You vould zink he vould be more... open... to zis type of zing, hmm?”

“What the fuck does that mean?! I ain't a faggot!” Scout's voice was getting progressively higher and more strangled. Engineer had recovered, and he just stared at them with his cheeks rapidly getting more red. Medic took the opportunity to kiss Heavy for a few long seconds, seemingly ignoring the excitable Bostonian, before turning back to his coffee again as if nothing had happened.

“OH GOD – I did NOT NEED TO SEE THAT!” Scout whirled around and grabbed Engineer by the straps of his overalls. “What the hell is going on, Engie?! You've got like a million degrees, man, you can figure this out! Is everyone turning gay or something?! C'MON, TELL ME!”

He started to shake him frantically, while Engineer got more and more flustered. “Will you calm down, boy? There ain't no way people can just be turned gay or somethin' -”

“Somezing in ze vater, perhaps?” Medic said helpfully.

“...but... well... I dunno, maybe, but I've no idea how that'd even -”

“OH MY GOD, THEY'RE TURNING US ALL INTO FAGGOTS!” Scout screamed. He suddenly realized how close he was to Engineer, and shoved him away in panic. He whipped out his baseball bat, clutching it frantically in front of him like a shield. “You stay the hell away from me! If any of you fuckers tries to stick your dick into my ass, I'll kill you!”

He sprinted out of the canteen as if the hosts of hell were chasing him, leaving Medic laughing and Engineer looking rather disgruntled. He glared at them in annoyance.

“Goddammit, Medic, that was a lousy thing to do. He's gonna be jumpy for a week, an' I need his help with the film projector.”

Medic wiped away a tear. Even Heavy had laughed a little under his breath. “Such is ze price of being close-minded.” He sighed in contentment and finished his coffee, setting his cup to one side. “Nozzing vill ruin my good mood today, not even a cranky little boy.”

“That lil' boy is supposed to be gettin' the entertainment for next Friday.” Engineer pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. “You pull any more of that an' he'll be dead from dehydration by then.”

“He will respawn. Is no problem,” Heavy rumbled against Medic's neck. He resumed rubbing his Doktor's stomach, and Medic couldn't help making a soft, throaty, happy noise.

Engineer looked more than a little disgusted. “Ugh, that cutesy stuff is makin' me feel sick – do you have to do it here?”

“Engineer does not have to watch,” Heavy said, glaring back at him threateningly.

“I'm not watching!” he snapped. “It's kinda hard to miss two of your teammates half-naked an' gettin' frisky in the same room as you!”

Heavy was ready to start shouting, but Medic just laughed again. “Vhy is your face so red, hm? I could almost zink you are enjoying it.” He ran his hands over Heavy's arms, and looked at Engineer with a sultry smile. “For all you know, I have put somezing in ze vater.”

“Oh no, you ain't catchin' me with the same crap – I ain't as gullible as Scout, Doc, an' I always suspected Heavy was into men.” He turned and walked back to the door. “Hell with this, I'll come back to get some eats when you two are gone -”

There was a loud, terrified scream from somewhere close by that stopped him in his tracks. All three men froze for a few seconds.

“Zat vas Scout!” Medic said, suddenly feeling fearfully guilty. He hadn't wanted to hurt him, just embarrass him. He was still a teammate, for all that he was annoying and stupid. What had the idiot done now? He left Heavy's arms and rushed to the door as Engineer yanked it open – and Spy walked in, completely unconcerned.

He strolled past them, wearing nothing but his balaclava and a pair of boxers, and apparently didn't notice their shocked faces. “Does anyone know if there is something wrong with Scout? He has taken to screaming at people and running away when they ask him what time it is.”

Engineer gaped at him. “What the hell are you doin' in just your underwear, you crazy Frenchman?!”

Spy sniffed at him. “Enjoying the cold air, if you must know. Is this a problem, labourer?”

Engineer didn't respond. He pulled his hard hat down over his eyes, grumbled something under his breath, and left without another word. They heard him calling for Scout as he walked away down the hall.

Spy shrugged, and turned back to his friend, eyeing his general state of disarray and fact that Heavy was topless. “Has everyone gone a bit funny today?”

“No, they....” Medic started in German, then stopped and continued in English. “No, everyzing is fine, my friend. Everyzing is just fine.”

Spy's gaze flicked from him to Heavy for a second, a small, hopeful smile on his face. “Then I can assume...?”

Medic smiled warmly at him, feeling a rush of gratitude for what he had done the previous night. He reached out and hugged him, not caring that he was almost naked. “Zank you so much,” he whispered. “Just – vielen, vielen danke, Spy. I vill never be able to repay you.”

Spy patted him on the back, his usual suave demeanour absent. “You would have done the same for me, Doctor. You are my friend, yes? I told you that means something more than it should.” He pushed Medic's arms away, glancing at Heavy again. “Please, I think you are making your man a little jealous.”

Heavy had approached them somewhat slowly, and there was a faint hint of that familiar tightness around his eyes. Medic quickly turned to him and found himself pulled back into his arms possessively, away from Spy. He stared at the Frenchman with a hard expression on his face before Medic kissed him, diverting his attention. “No more of zat, mein liebe,” he said softly. “I am yours alone. You have nozzing to be jealous about, and no more reason to be angry.”

Heavy held him close, and Medic nuzzled his neck in a way he knew he liked. His grip eased a little, became gentle and pleasurable. He sighed happily, and began to rub Medic's back in little circles.

“Spy is hungry?” he asked finally.

Spy had taken to rummaging in the fridge while they were having a moment together. “Ah... yes. I have not eaten yet today.”

“Is spare sandvich left on top shelf. You can have.”

Medic smiled, and kissed him again on the cheek. It didn't look like much of a gesture of peace, but it was a start. It was only yesterday that Heavy had hated Spy, after all.

His friend bowed as gracefully as a man in only his boxers could. “You are very kind, Monsieur. I appreciate it – and I am sure Sniper will appreciate it as well.”

Medic grinned at him, while Heavy made a faint noise of surprise. “Can I assume you also had a good night, then?”

Spy chuckled. He took the wrapped sandwich and plucked the mug with '#1 Sniper' written on it from the stack, and poured a cup of coffee. “I will tell you all about it some other time, my friend. For now, you must excuse me – I have a naked, hungry Australian waiting for me, and he has promised that we will go for round three if I bring him back some breakfast.”

Medic started laughing as Spy waved goodbye and disappeared. Heavy looked at him, rather puzzled. “Spy and Sniper?”

“I told you, you have nozzing to worry about, my big Russian bear,” Medic said, still smiling. “He has been lusting after ze bushman for some time now. It is good to see him so happy.”

He kissed him to reassure him of his love. Medic felt himself losing control as it got deeper, and more passionate. Their tongues danced together, driving a rush of heat through his body all over again. Heavy's hands were already under his shirt, and one slipped into his pants.

“We go back to room, maybe have...” Heavy looked upwards, trying to work something out. “...Round eight, I am thinking? Have lost count.”

Medic jumped onto him, hooking his legs around his hips and making Heavy stagger back in surprise as he caught him. “Your room is closer,” he moaned into his ear, and Heavy needed no further encouragement to grip his ass and leave the canteen post-haste.

...What the hell. That's not the blog link.

The site apparently filters the word T...... yeah, not saying it in case of the banhammer. Google 'tf2chan hipstr' if you want to know.

I will assume that this is for reasons I am not aware of, and ask the almighty mods for their forgiveness.

naked, hungry Australian
YES PLEASE. I'LL TAKE TWENTY!

When you update next, I have a feeling I will scream so loud that they'll hear me in Europe. And I look forward to it.

And now that I just found out there are redirects, I had to search for rules. I just read the rules, and now I have urges to break every single one of them. Moreso than I do now, anyway. Gah. Paranoia.

But that is off topic. Other than a few awkward parts (I think you seem to have some trouble with keeping Heavy in character, in accent but also flirty-ish/emotional) this has been a blast to read.

Nnnnfff. So. Damn hot. I am thoroughly impressed with this chapter and UNFFF Sniper and Spy. DAMN! Really excellent. Thanks for the update.

>>83

Yes, and it is driving me nuts. I can never get a handle on how he talks, not like TeratoMarty can. Also the ending seems lame or something, like - I've run out of ideas, so hey, more implied porn!

Meh. I dunno. Next chapter will be better.

I can die happy now.

Very nice twist with Scout. Laughed myself silly, I tell you! And the grin on my face was unmatchable when I read about Spy and Sniper.

Please continue.

I hope medic reminds scout that were like 97% water.

>>87
I hope medic reminds scout that were like 97% water. that were like 97% water. like 97% water. 97% water. 97%
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The more you know.

The plot. I have fucking well lost it.

Next chapter is ready but I hate it too much to post it anywhere it might be seen by human eyes. I shall arrange a beta reader, make edits, and post it soon.

Sorry this is taking so long.

This one's for Iz, who I know has been waiting for anything to do with Spy and Sniper. Hopefully it'll live up to your expectations. :)

Much obliged to Marty for giving it the thumbs-up. I'm still not totally happy with it, but eh, whatever - more porno for TF2Chan!


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EPILOGUE: WHAT ABOUT SPY AND SNIPER?


Spy could be as stealthy as a cat when he needed to be. He waited just around the corner of the hall, watching Heavy as he tried to close his now-broken door. It was a little voyeuristic, staying here to see what he would do, but Spy had to know that he hadn't just thrown his best friend's heart to the wolves. His gut instinct said that he was right, that Sniper had been truthful, but he was still a Spy - if anything, he needed to be sure.

The big Russian just stood there, staring at the door handle. Spy willed him to start walking. Come on, he thought, you can do this. Medic needs you. I don't care if you're -

He was afraid, he realized. Heavy, the impervious and largely unstoppable killing machine, was afraid. Spy shook his head in disbelief. It was still odd to think of him as being so real and human, and yet there he was, his face a mask of worry and fear. He seemed to be deep in thought.

Spy was almost ready to go back and shove him when Heavy finally moved. He turned and walked off in the direction of Medic's room, leaving the door ajar. Spy leaned back on the wall, breathing a deep sigh of relief and feeling exceptionally pleased that he had at least done all he could. It would be up to the Doctor now whether things worked themselves out or not.

His throat clenched painfully, and Spy quickly put both hands over his mouth to stifle his coughing. He had to pray that Heavy had not heard him – he let his cloak drop and left as quickly as he could, not trusting himself to run while he couldn't breathe well.

Still, he swiftly brightened up. There was still something left of the night, and he could relate the whole event to Sniper. Spy felt a surge of guilt that he was still thinking about getting laid – he and Medic now owed the bushman an enormous debt, and although he seemed more amenable to Spy's advances now, it would be rude to keep coming on to him so much. His painfully sore throat wasn't helping his libido either. Tonight, perhaps, he would simply enjoy his company, and steal a few touches and maybe a kiss on his way back to his own room. There would be plenty of time later to advance the idea of a little mutual pleasure.

He tucked his balaclava back into his pocket. There didn't seem to be much point in putting it back on, and he couldn't bear anything around the bruised skin of his neck.

Spy was a little nervous when he approached Sniper's door again. He couldn't be asleep yet – it had only been a few minutes, if anything. He knocked, and was gratified to hear a muffled but still alert voice inside. He put on his best smile, and quickly slipped inside.

Unfortunately, the witty line he had planned to say simply died on his tongue.

Sniper had left the wine on the table, along with the glasses. He was stretched out on his bed, resting comfortably with his aviators pushed up onto his forehead and one leg bent at the knee. He had been reading his little book of poetry when Spy entered, and now he looked up at him with a challenge in his eyes and a smile of amusement on his lips. The only light was the bedside lamp, and it made his skin glow.

He was naked. Very, very, naked. All six foot something of his lean body, just lying there and projecting the kind of sexual aura that he could sense from across the room; fine, tanned skin, well-defined muscles, hair in all the right places. Spy could see the quintessential treasure trail of fine black strands that started at his bellybutton and disappeared between his legs. He was miraculously free of scars, too – the only one that Spy could see was the broken line across his cheek and nose.

He felt a familiar tingle in his groin, and took a step forward, licking his lips unconsciously. Sniper quickly snapped the book shut, and raised one cautionary finger.

“Not another inch, mate. Not if you don't want me to kick ya out.” He dropped the book to the floor and lifted his sunglasses off his head. He folded them up, and tapped them on his chin thoughtfully before placing them on his bedside table. “Ya can't come over here while you're still wearing clothes.”

Spy's hands flew to the buttons of his jacket, and again, Sniper stopped him. “Now, now. No rush, eh? Do it slowly.” His voice drew out the word in a long, sensual drawl.

Ah. This was a game. Spy smiled; he was good at games. When was the last time he had done a striptease, he wondered? The most memorable was certainly that incident in Vienna... Never mind, he thought. Keep your mind on the job at hand.

“You like to watch, Monsieur?” he said, as he began to play with his buttons again.

Sniper smiled back at him, his eyes now dark and filled with desire. “Yeah, I do... I bet ya do too, don't ya, Spook? Bet you'd like to see something now.”

“Maybe I do. What could you show me, bushman?”

Sniper grinned evilly. He watched Spy's jacket slither to the floor with a hungry expression on his face. Then he slowly drew up his other knee, and let his legs fall open to reveal his rapidly-growing erection. As Spy started pull off one glove with his teeth, he turned his head into the pillow and began to play with one of his nipples.

And Spy watched, almost forgetting to keep going on his own clothes. Every time he removed something, Sniper would touch himself somewhere new; the other glove fell to the floor, and he stroked his hip, the waistcoat was discarded and he sucked on one of his fingers. The noises he made were soft and appreciative, so utterly wanton that Spy found his self-control taxed to the limit. He let his legs slide up and down the bed, rubbing his skin on the coarse blanket, all while watching Spy in turn as the blush of arousal crept across his cheeks.

...This was not what he expected. Spy couldn't believe that it was possible for another man to do this to him without even touching him, but he was already achingly hard. He had imagined something more energetic, more desperate, than this slow, torturous game. He had imagined himself driving Sniper over the edge, making him beg, making him scream -

Spy's shirt fell away, and Sniper reached down and traced one finger along the underside of his cock. His other hand played across his stomach and over his nipples again. The touch was ghost-like, but it twitched in response and Sniper lazily lifted his crotch a fraction, nothing but the tiniest thrust to tease them both. Spy lost the ability to speak or even think straight – it didn't matter what he had wanted, or imagined, or that his neck still hurt quite a bit. The lust filtering through his mind almost made him consider jerking himself off right then and there, if he was not allowed near the bed yet.

Just a little longer, he thought. Just – oh merde, it felt so good to unzip his pants. He groaned, eyes clenched shut, no longer willing or even able to control himself. The brief sensation of his hand brushing across his groin was almost more than he could bear.

Suddenly, it all became clear. Sniper wasn't getting off on him stripping – he was getting off on the effect he was having on the other man. Spy realized that he was being beaten at his own game, being toyed with as easily as he himself had done with other people. This shouldn't be happening!He was the suave, sophisticated , cultured Spy, the one that men and women alike had swooned over. He should be the one in charge here!

He just needed to hold it together a few minutes longer.

He glanced back at Sniper, but the lanky Australian wasn't even looking at him any more. He was looking down, watching the actions of his own body with curious amusement, playing with himself and sighing in pleasure. He took no notice of Spy's very obvious state of need, but Spy suspected that was just an act. He was still paying some vague attention out of the corner of his eye.

Spy kicked off his shoes, and let his pants drop to his ankles. Sniper gave a hum of approval, and stroked himself a little more urgently. As Spy's hands drifted to his last article of clothing, his boxers, Sniper sucked his finger deeply again and slipped it down between his thighs. He moaned softly, and his buttocks suddenly clenched and slowly relaxed. He rested his feet flat on the bed and braced himself on his shoulders, his hips starting to rise and fall in a gentle rhythm as he fucked himself.

Spy cracked. It was too much – he could either get over there and screw Sniper through the mattress, or he could soil his underwear right now. He struggled out of his boxers while hopping towards the bed, swearing under his breath, then fell on top of Sniper in a tangle of limbs.

“You lose, Spook,” he chuckled, as Spy ground against him and whined for some kind of release. He lifted his ass, used his knees to draw Spy in close and caress his calves with his feet, whispered in his ear. “That means ya have to give me what I want, and tonight, I want ya to bugger me senseless.”

Oh god, he couldn't say no to that. Spy sat up and hauled Sniper's legs up to rest on his shoulders. His hands were shaking and they didn't have nearly enough lubrication, but working himself into the other's body felt too agonizingly good to care. He bent him him double, and met almost no resistance – he did yoga, of course, the man could twist himself into a pretzel if he felt like it, and that meant that Spy could drive into him more deeply than he ever had into any other human being. It was so hot and tight that he knew he couldn't last more than a minute or two, so Spy decided to give it everything he had and pound his brains out.

Sniper tucked his arms above his head, and let Spy do all the work. He close his eyes, biting his lip with a smile of victory as the thrusts pushed him back and forth on the bed. Spy almost wanted to slap that stupid smirk off his face, but he couldn't have stopped for the world at this point – all he could do was gasp and growl and swear, hands digging into the blankets and sweat dripping off his nose. For probably the first time, he just let himself go and did what his most base animal urges wanted him to do; to fuck someone else as hard as he could.

A swift intake of breath was the only warning he had before Sniper came. His body clenched and shivered around Spy, and he suddenly threw his arms around his neck and pulled him in for a rough kiss. Spy hissed in pain and was ready to pull away, before his own orgasm rocketed through him and blotted out all sensation other than a pure, roaring wave of ecstasy. He rode it out as best he could, keeping up the pace as long as his legs would allow, and shoved his tongue down Sniper's throat.

After the last few weak thrusts, Sniper let go and moved his hands to his shoulders instead. They didn't move, and didn't stop kissing. The taste of wine and strawberries still lingered in his mouth, and Spy wasn't quite ready to let it go just yet; it was sweet, oddly unique, and something that would always be connected to the Australian in his mind. Unusual and full of hidden depth, like the man himself...

He slipped to one side, and Sniper made room for him. Various bodily fluids cooled on their bodies, and his skin prickled in the cold. He caught a handful of the blanket, and pull it up over them both. Sniper pulled him in close, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He seemed happy to stay as they were, for now.

“I was not expecting that,” Spy said quietly. He really wanted a cigarette now.

Sniper laughed. “The stripping thing? A ladyboy in Bangkok did it to me. Don't feel too bad, I didn't even get as far as my pants before we were going at it.”

“No, I mean I was not expecting sex at all, bushman,” Spy said with some amusement. “You certainly came around faster than I had hoped.”

He shrugged. “I just got a gut feeling about ya, Spook. I figured if you came back in one piece, you deserved something good.”

“You were not worried that I would lie?”

“Well... nah, not really. Not after ya nearly choked yourself when I told you about Heavy, and damn near ran out to go talk to him. Didn't feel like ya were lying then, so I figured, hey, he's probably not lying about him and Medic being together, so why not shag him?”

Spy smiled. “Thank you,” he said, and he really meant it. This was turning into a remarkably good night, apart from the bruises around his throat. He touched them gingerly, and winced a little.

Sniper pushed up his chin, looking at the ring of purple marks around his neck. “They hurt much?”

“It could be worse. He was going to kill me.” Spy batted his hand away, and briefly wished that he could go to Medic for a little Medigun treatment.

“That's probably one hell of a story.”

“There is little to tell. I managed to convey to him that Medic loves him before he snapped my neck. He let me talk then, and he is going to the Doctor's room now as far as I know.”

Sniper grinned, and started to rub Spy's shoulder contentedly. “Think it'll turn out alright?”

“I hope so. I will find out in the morning, I suppose. Heavy does love him back, that much I am sure of.” Spy untangled himself and sat up, stretching out his arms. He looked down at Sniper and smiled warmly. “Thank you again for a lovely evening. I should probably get back to my own room now, assuming I can find all my clothes...”

Sniper was staring at him in disbelief. “Are you seriously planning to leave?”

“Well, yes, actually.” Spy scrubbed his hair in embarrassment. “We have had our fun, and I do not want to impose on you any further.”

Sniper put one hand to his forehead and swore under his breath. “You stupid wanker... c'mere, yer going nowhere!” He grabbed Spy roughly and pulled him down again, this time keeping him captive against his chest. Spy couldn't bring himself to protest too much, even though this was somewhat out of character for him. He usually made his conquest and then left, reasoning that he could sleep better in a bed that he knew was secure, and they were usually happy to see him go. He hadn't actually slept beside someone in years.

“This bed is really not made for more than one person, Monsieur,” he said, his voice rather muffled.

“Tough, I like to cuddle after I get laid.” Sniper reached over and switched off the lamp, and the room went dark. “Ya leave when I say ya can. Now go to sleep.”

Spy smiled to himself. This night had graduated from remarkably good to one of the best he had ever had.

This was fantastic! As you may know, I do love me some Sniper and Spy, so this was utterly fantastic! Great new chapter!

Brilliant! I've been waiting for this!

This is even better than what I imagined.

Did I spot a typo? "He close his eyes"

Damn, say what you will about your writing abilities, but you know how to write foreplay. Hell, it was hotter than the actual sex. I approve.

>>90 My life is complete. Thank you. So much. Oh god where did I put my kleenex?

>>94

Yes, you did. I corrected it on the blog.

Please accept my most humble apologies.

Holy god, Sniper, you are such a fucking sexy tease.

Bloody fantastic. I.. this was great. THANK YOU for finishing. It makes me.. very, VERY happy. And the part at the end was brilliant.

You didn't think I was actually done with this, did you?

Here, have a bonus chapter to round stuff off. Whether it works or not, I have no idea, but thanks for reading anyway. This will end the run of Misunderstandings, but more stories will be incoming. I'll take some requests for one-shot stuff too, if there's something you really want to see - bear in mind though that I'm already doing a Spy/Sniper thing for Rasp and some weird Medic shit for TeratoMarty.

Onwards to fluff!

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BONUS CHAPTER: MOVIE NIGHT


On Friday night, the usual poker game was postponed in favor of watching 'Casablanca' through Engineer's modified dispenser. The team retired to the rec room, along with drinks and snacks, to wait for Engineer to make a few last-minute modifications and for Scout to finish rigging up a sheet across one wall.

Medic arrived late, having been held up by making popcorn. He found that most of the seats were already taken, much to his annoyance. Demo and Scout had taken the smaller couch, even though the runner still kept his bat close to hand and had a tendency to whack anyone who got too close. Engineer and Soldier occupied the other, larger couch, with the toolbox stuck between them and the dispenser sitting on the floor in front of it. Pyro had taken one armchair, and Heavy had the other. Spy and Sniper were on the way, apparently, but Medic had no illusions as to what was holding them up.

Scout smirked at him unkindly. “Looks like you're sitting on the floor, Doc McFaggot,” he sneered. He still hadn't forgiven Medic for being gay, and he took every opportunity to insult and annoy him now that Engineer had managed to mostly convince him that it wasn't something he could catch, like the flu. Medic hardly cared, of course. He simply didn't heal the yappy little twit in battle, and if Scout found his more frequent deaths – and the subsequent effect on his score – irritating, he hadn't said anything yet.

Medic put one hand to his head theatrically, and pretended to be distressed. “Oh no, however could zis happen? Zere are no seats left! Zis is a catastrophe!” He turned to Heavy, who was watching him in amusement. “Herr Heavy, I am so sorry to bozzer you, but may I share your seat? I vill happily share my popcorn viz you in exchange.”

“Of course, Doktor. Is no problem.” Heavy sat up a little and held out his hands.

Medic gave him the bowl, then kicked off his boots and crawled into Heavy's lap. There was just about enough room for him to sit sideways with his legs tucked in beside the other man. He wriggled a bit to get comfortable, leaning in against Heavy's chest and feeling one giant, warm arm wrap around his side. They shared a brief kiss, to a chorus of groans and disgusted noises from Engineer, Soldier and Scout.

“Goddamnit, can you queers just quit it for one evening?!” Engineer snapped. “Some of us are tryin' to work here!”

Heavy ignored him, and began to munch the popcorn. Medic snuggled in closer, and made his feelings known by making a rude gesture at them all.

It had only been a week, but all at once it seemed like a few hours and at the same time, a hundred years. They had spent every night together and almost every second in each other's company. Whispered conversations, shared jokes, and brief touches were the things that Medic remembered more vividly; the nights were a blur of heat and passion that left him content and exhausted. At mealtimes, their hands would creep across the table towards each other, wanting to feel the softness of skin against skin. Soldier had taken to ranting about regulations at them, and threatening to cut off their fingers if they didn't 'control their deviant urges' while other people were trying to eat.

Soldier didn't seem to care as long as wasn't in his face, thankfully. Medic would have paid no attention normally, but when the American got particularly vocal during dinner the day before yesterday, he actually withdrew his hands and apologized. Heavy had been a little hurt that his lover would take any notice of a deranged lunatic like Soldier – until Medic started to play footsie with him under the table, and gave him a look that promised some wonderfully filthy things later to make up for it.

Every now and then when they were alone, whether in a room or walking down a corridor or even during a brief lull in the fighting, Heavy would turn and grab him and kiss him senseless. It was almost a reminder, for both of them, that this wasn't just some overheated dream. He'd been nervous about being caught at first, but when Medic showed that he clearly didn't care, Heavy had stopped caring too, leading to another incident where Scout ran out of the kitchen screaming about how his eyes were bleeding.

Well, they could all scream now if they liked. Medic breathed in Heavy's smell, felt the warmth of his body, listened to the sound of the popcorn crunching quietly as he ate it. He was happy, and he felt as if he had never really been happy until Heavy had entered his life and his bed.

Spy and Sniper appeared just as the dispenser whirred into life, and a flickering picture took shape on the sheet. There was another chorus, of approval this time. As Sniper grumbled and went off to find some chairs, Spy caught Medic's eye and winked at him with a smile.

Sniper returned, and he and Spy sat at the back. The lights were switched off, and tinny music took over the room.

It was a good movie, Medic thought, but he lost interest at the same time as Heavy. This was probably due to the fact that Heavy had finished the popcorn and wanted something else to do with his hands, and Casablanca was not quite as compelling as Medic sitting on top of him. He covertly tugged Medic's shirt out of his pants, and started to feel him up while trying not to be too obvious about it.

Ooh, that felt nice. Medic glanced at the others out of the corner of his eye, but they were glued to the screen now that that Swedish actress had appeared. Well – not everyone, of course. Spy was smoking pensively and making some whispered comment to Sniper, who in turn was leaning over a little too closely and smiling. The room was dark, the only light coming from the projector. They were partially obscured by the armchair. They would have to be quiet.

He let himself relax, and hummed softly in appreciation against the side of Heavy's neck. His hand stroked Medic's stomach, playing around his bellybutton and reaching up to flick his nipples. This was definitely going to get embarrassing fast; it didn't take much to turn him on, and by now, Heavy knew nearly every sensitive spot on his body.

Damn. Medic was already half-hard, but they had at least another hour of this movie to sit through, and much as he didn't care about his team mates' opinions, their obvious disgust would spoil the mood if he lost control and tried to tear Heavy's clothes off. He smiled, remembering what had happened on Monday. After a rushed dinner, they had barely made it as far as Heavy's room...

Medic reluctantly caught his hands, and pulled them out from under his shirt. “No more, or I vill not be able to stop myself, mein liebe,” he whispered. “Just vatch ze movie, and later ve vill come back vhen ze rest have gone to sleep and... do some nice zings.”

“Promise?” Heavy murmured, his lips drifting across Medic's cheek.

“Ja, I promise.” He ran one finger down Heavy's chest. “And zen ve vill break zis chair, and leave ze bits for ze team to puzzle over in ze morning.”

His grip tightened, then relaxed. Medic felt Heavy's heartbeat pounding in his chest, and the fact that he could have such an effect on him was electrifying. He willed the feeling away, for now, and settled for sliding his arms around him. They turned back to the movie, trying to pay some kind of attention, although Medic was still distracted by the feeling of Heavy's thumb stroking his side.

He didn't realize he had become drowsy until his eyes fluttered open again, and the scene had changed completely. Something with an aeroplane? Eh, he didn't care. It had been a long day, and he was tired. The tinny music of the movie was annoying, just enough to stop him from falling asleep completely. Medic closed his eyes again, and tried to ignore it.

Hm. It wasn't just the music. He could hear a faint thumping noise, just barely audible over the sounds of Casablanca. It was insistent, irritating, and erratic enough that it probably wasn't a machine somewhere else in the base. Medic looked around, trying to place where it was coming from.

The first thing he noticed was that Spy and Sniper had disappeared. The second thing he noticed was that the noise was getting a little louder, and Engineer and Soldier were looking around as well. The third thing he noticed was the small cleaning closet just behind the couch, next to where his friend had been sitting.

“What's that noise?” The Texan asked.

Soldier stared at the dispenser-projector suspiciously. “Is this thing broken?”

“Hell no, that ain't comin' from there.” Engineer stood up and turned around a few times, listening carefully. “Where's Spy and Sniper?”

“Perhaps it is your imagination, Herr Engineer?” Medic said hastily, putting a hand over Heavy's mouth to stop him from saying something. “I do not hear anyzing.”

“Aye, I dunno wut yer talkin' aboot either, I cannae hear anythin',” Demo said, taking another swig from his scrumpy.

“You maggots might be deaf, but I am a proud American operating at 110% and I can hear it too!” Soldier snarled.

“Yeah, so can I.” Scout gripped his faithful bat, and looked nervously at the door. “Hey, you don't think it's the other team trying to get in here, do you?”

“Naw, it's closer'n that,” Engineer said thoughtfully. His gaze fell on the closet, and he walked around the couch and reached out to grip the handle. Medic was tempted to cover his eyes. He was sure he knew what was going on, and it could not end well.

The door sprang open under the pressure of two bodies, and Spy and Sniper came flying out and crashed into the back of the couch. Spy nearly fell over it, and was only stopped by Sniper's arm around him and his legs wrapped around the Australian's waist. As it was, he toppled over backwards and nearly pulled Sniper down with him.

Their pants were elsewhere. Sniper's glasses were knocked askew. They were both red-faced and breathing hard, and although Spy at least looked somewhat embarrassed, Sniper was trying to look as if it were completely normal to bust out of a closet half-naked and balls deep in another man.

Everyone had frozen in shock. Predictably enough, Soldier started shouting first.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” he screamed, going red in the face with apoplexy.

Sniper pulled Spy up, but they made no movement to separate. Spy kept his legs around him, and let his weight rest on the back of the couch. He finally had to hook one arm around Sniper's neck to keep his balance. “I would think that it would be obvious, Monsieur. Or should we have a discussion on the birds and the bees now, with practical demonstrations?”

Soldier shook one finger under his nose. “Do NOT think you can mock me, you goddamn cheese-eating pinko! I will see you court-martialled for public indecency and thrown out of -”

“Ah shaddup, this isn't the bloody army!” Sniper said angrily. “And we're busy, in case you haven't noticed.” He shifted in a way that made Spy suddenly gasp and grab his shirt. He growled under his breath, and their faces came close again.

They were not going to stop, Medic realized. He quickly whispered to Heavy, “Ve should go.” Ho nodded in response, and Medic got up and grabbed his boots.

Engineer and Soldier both began to shout at the same time. Demo had started laughing, and Pyro stormed out in disgust at having the end of the movie ruined for him. Scout, though, was just staring in mute horror. Medic chuckled at the thought of what nightmares he might have from now on.

“EEF YOU DON'T WANT TO WITNESS WHAT EES ABOUT TO HAPPEN, GET ZE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW!” Spy screamed over the din, his normally refined accent falling apart. Sniper bit him on the neck, and his hips were starting to move involuntarily again. They were too far gone to stop. Medic averted his eyes and pulled Heavy's arm, urging him towards the door.

Engineer was the first out, followed by Soldier, who was being uncharacteristically sane in quitting a battle he had no hope of winning. Demo trundled out, grinning to himself but in no particular hurry. Scout was still motionless, however, his eyes wide and his knuckles white around his bat. Medic decided to take pity on him, and nudged Heavy. “Grab ze boy too.”

He plucked him from the couch by the scruff of his neck, and carried him under one arm as they slipped outside. He deposited Scout on the floor outside the rec room as Medic shut the door. They could be some time, it seemed. The others had already made themselves scarce.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Scout whined, hugging his bat and curling up into a ball. “Sniper too, man... it's spreading, soon we won't be able to fight because we'll be doing each other all the time...”

“Zis is getting ridiculous,” Medic said. “You vould zink he vould get ze idea by now – zis is not somezing zat spreads, dummkopf. It is a preference, such as your liking for pancakes!” He tried to pull Scout up, but got a blow from the bat for his trouble and swore under his breath. “Stupid child!”

Heavy caught the bat and lifted Scout up without effort, despite his struggles. “Scout is being silly, is all. I am always liking men, and I still fight good.” He patted him on the head. “Is nothing to worry about.”

Medic was about to make some cutting remark to pay back the little brat for the bruise on his arm, until he spotted the bulge in Scout's crotch. He smiled evilly, and pointed at him. “Or perhaps you do have somezing to vorry about, if you are zis excited. Anyzing you vould like to talk about, Scout?”

He yelped, and covered himself with one hand before dropping the bat and sprinting away. Medic's laughter followed him down the corridor. “Ah, kinder,” he said to himself.

Heavy looked concerned. “Does Doktor think he is really...”

“Ach, nein. He is young, and zere are no vomen here. A common problem, but nozzing to be concerned about.” He picked up the sounds of some very heated sex coming from the rec room, and grinned. “Vun problem zat Spy and Sniper do not have, I must say.”

“Us also,” Heavy said, and he kissed Medic on the cheek. They strolled down the corridor, hand in hand, towards Medic's room.

“Zey make a cute couple, I zink,” he said in an offhand way. Medic still wasn't sure what Heavy thought of Spy, considering their less than ideal history. “I am glad zat Spy is having so much fun, at least.”

“Spy is... brave, to not stop when found. Must like Sniper very much.” Heavy squeezed his hand, and smiled slyly at him. “Doktor maybe do same?”

Medic laughed. “I am not an exhibitionist, mein liebe! Ze only person I vill put on a show for is you, and only if you ask nicely.” He was quickly struck with the thought of doing a striptease for Heavy, and immediately filed it away for later consideration.

Heavy suddenly swept him up in his arms, and kissed him long and hard. Once again, for a few short moments, the world consisted of nothing but their lips, and tongues, and hands drifting across skin. It was perfect and wonderful every time.

“ Я люблю тебя,” Heavy murmured in his ear, and although he had heard it quite a bit over the last week, Medic knew he would never get tired of it, or of the feeling of warmth and love it evoked in his heart.

BEST~ <<<<333

>>100

I'll never be able to watch Casablanca without getting a boner now. From thinking of this.

...well, I probably will, because I'm a girl, but this most certainly gave me a girl boner.

Can I request Spy and Sniper's POV during this whole bonus chapter thing?

Nope, sorry Iz. It's been done. Check out the story called Headshot, I think it's called - second part is a very awesome Spy/Sniper in the closet thing.

Keep an eye out for the story I'll be doing for Rasp. Hopefully it'll live up to your expectations. :P Sniper stripping for Spy, I believe he asked for?

>>103 So just because one particular element is common, no one's allowed to write it? I understand if you don't want to, but that's not a very good reason for it. I mean, the Sniper and Spy in Headshot are different characters than the ones in your story, (there are common canon characteristics, of course, but yours are still very different), the situation is different, and your writing styles are different as well.

I'm not saying you have to write it- by all means, if you don't want to, don't- but don't ever use the 'it's been done' excuse, especially if you know you can do it differently.

But I will still be awaiting your story for Rasp, and if you're writing it, then there is no conceivable way that it could not live up to my expectations.

>>104

Er, well I have a few reasons. Mostly because I don't think I'd do as good a job as the Headshot story. I don't think I could do it the same justice and have it be as enjoyable to read. I also have no inspiration for it, whereas I do have all these ideas for the next few things I want to do.

On top of that, I don't think it'd add anything to the whole story, because the main focus is Heavy and Medic, and in my head the story is done. 10 chapters plus one bonus. It seems right to stop here.

I'm not saying no one else can write a story with that same element in it, but I'm not the one to do it. If some situation has been done already, I kinda don't want to do something that seems too similar to it, to me at least. It doesn't feel right. I mean, I'm sure someone could write another Heavy/Medic story in a sauna, but I couldn't do it because all I'd think is how it just doesn't measure up to the chapter in Marty and Haz's Coldfront story.

Call it an excuse if you want, but it is what it is. My heart just wouldn't be in it if I did try to write it.

>>105 And by all means, don't write it if you don't feel like it. No one's forcing you to do anything here. I'm sorry for misinterpreting what you said about common elements (and oh, the irony of the thread title in which we are), but for the record, I still think you'd do a great job with something like this, if you wanted to. But you don't want to, and that's fine. I was just throwing a prompt out there in case you wanted something more to write. It's not the end of the world if it isn't fulfilled.

Weeell, there's always a possibility that I'll get some kind of insane inspiration and write that story. I'm just not feeling it right now.

Eh, onwards and upwards - I have other porn to write. Sniper stripping a gogo!

>>107
I. Am so. Flippin'. Excited. Seriously. Like. Words cannot even express how ecstatic I am that you're doing one for me.
*FREAK OUT TIEM*

^ No. Don't do that here.

>>108
heh.


Anyway, coming out of lurk mode to tell you I really enjoyed this fic and I can't wait to see some more from you!

Sage-ing, because this is actually my favorite Fanfic on the internet. Seriously.

I love this.

Sage-ing because it's been 3 years, and I still get drawn back to this fic.

I LOVED this. Even more than the actual Heavy/Medic - which was naturally very enjoyable - I loved the friendship between Spy and Medic the most. As a huge fan of Sniper/Spy I also adored the way you wrote that. Thank you.