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! -------------------------------- 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 тебÑ,†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.