WELP. I tried very, VERY VERY HARD to make this SOMEWHAT KIND OF MAYBE all pro-looking but I ended up just kinda... Welp. Here you go. I'd still like to improve but I'm willing to admit it's probably the best it can get for my first shot at real, legit porn. (captcha: wasiwn. Was I win?) ----- The battle had not yet begun on a dusty morning, desert heat radiating from the rising sun. The soft orange light illuminated BLU Spy's figure as he stepped out for a smoke. He was confident in not being shot during ceasefire, but a sort of paranoid drew him under the bridge and into any peeking sniper's blind spot. There was a bellow of distant cattle, making him realize just how rediculous their position was. Teufort, of all places, was just miles away from a farm. Some of the civilians had even snuck around and watched the fighting on occasion. It was absolutely rediculous, he thought. He saw the RED Medic peering out from the corner of the doorway. The man resembled a gopher, he mused, stepping out the cigarette. Their eyes met and both pairs of piercing blue eyes seemed to bore into each other for a few moments before the medic popped back into the base. There were a few hush whispers between him and another of the RED members before he stepped out fully, one hand not-so-descreetly fingering the trigger of his syringe gun. Spy raised another smoke stick to his mouth. He stabbed it into Spy's chest, growling, "Mein Scout insists zat I deem it safe to jog out here zis morning. Zo, in accordance with zee ceasefire, you cannot--" "Oui, oui, monsier. I will not 'urt le lapin in his little sprint," Spy sighed, smoke curling from his mouth. Here he was, trying to have a civil smoke... He felt already exasperated at the thought of another little demon bolting in and around the bridge. The Medic looked at him with a raised brown before curtly straightening his posture and marching back into his own base. Not a moment too soon, the RED Scout bolted out with his bat, smacking a ball out across the moat and cheering as it rolled to a stop near an empty barrel. He went through the next few minutes between the bases, aiming for signs, barrels, even a bird or two. There was a moment of hesitation, Spy noticed as he pulled another cigarette (while ignoring the growing pile of ash at his feet), before the Scout sneered and hit the ball with another resounding crack. After that, the world blacken out. -- There was a loud pounding in his ears when he came to, the blaring voices didn't seem to alleviate it any. "--zee ceasefire! You could jeoprodize us all! Dummkoff!" "Look man, I ain't gotta listen to some little-" "Ja, you do! Now we have to take care of him and hope zee BLUs do not notice zat he is missing!" "He's a sleazy, backstabbin' rat! For all dey know he's out fuckin' some broad like ours does." Spy frowned slightly at this, though his protest was doused by the haze swimming in his head. He mustered up the courage to open his eyes, scanning the disturbingly familiar infirmary. The air was dry and still and smelled sweet from chemicals. The pristine walls glistened gold from the sunlight pouring out of the single window. It was a less-than heavenly sight for the BLU. The voices had stopped soon after, ending when the RED Scout had slammed open the swinging doors and exited. The Medic murmured unpleasant tidings in German, leaning over the bed and clicking his tongue. Spy stared back up at him with narrowed eyes. There was a drum banging in his head, but he still had a cold, unpleasant glare. Medic stood up straight and pushed his glasses further on the bridge of his nose. "Zee Scout decided to use you as target practice," he started, sympathy completely absent in his sharp, jarring voice, "And you are to return to your base ASAP." "Of course, docteur," Spy replied coldly. Yet, as he sat up, there was a rush of vertigo, flinging him from his confident steps and back into the hardened, paper-thin sheets. The spots in his eyes danced and a sharp bell squealed in his ears. Medic brought a glove-clad hand between his eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh. Fine, he thought, he'll leave eventually. There were other, more important patients to attend to. He pushed aside the dividing curtain. Their Engineer was propped on the bed and still deep in sleep. He had to have a cumbesome chest tube and splints for broken ribs. Medic almost chuckled at the injury's circumstances. The Engineer had been doting over his sentry before it swung manically to shoot at a BLU Scout. He could still remember the sound of the metal coming in contact with his colleague's ribs; the wet, bodily smack and the dull thump of bones popping open. Good times. The doors of the infirmary clicked open and the gush of cold air hissed past his ears. "Ja?" Medic called out, snapping from his daze. Sniper turned the corner and twiddled his thumbs nervously. It was already established that hospitals made the man uncomfortable, let alone hospitals run by a bloodthirsty, sharp-tongued German. It was interesting to watch him squirm. "G'day, doc. I, uh, wanted to check on Truckie, yeah?" "Fine, call me if zere is a problem," Medic curtly grumbled, pushing the curtains aside for the new visitor. He didn't see the way Sniper leaned over to catch a sight of the BLU Spy sprawled awkwardly among his torn sheets. Scout was probably recalling the events to his comrades already in details that weren't neccessarily true. The BLU Spy swooned with a low gurgle bubbling from his mouth, attempting to sit himself up. Both of his hands were brought up to his temples and he rubbed soft circles, cursing concussions and those with any affiliation to the diagnosis. When the Medic re-entered, he straightened and folded his hands in his lap cooly, finding it the most innapropriate time to show weakness. However, before the Medic could even open his mouth, the door opened again. It was the RED Spy. BLU sneered. "Docteur," RED greeted, bowing his head slightly and taking a moment to send an icy glance BLU's way, "Monsieur." He herded the doctor out, leaning close and whispering. In the meantime, the BLU Spy had leaned forward and snooped behind the curtain. He smirked to see the Engineer out-of-order, and he was even somewhat elated to see the little birdy tending to him. It was almost an emberrassing, dirty secret that he found the Sniper quite interesting and, dare he say, handsome. Not their own; the BLU Sniper was a crude person that had more fun telling their Scout dick jokes than reading, like the RED Sniper did. He only had a few moments to scan (check out) the Sniper before the doors flung open again. Before he knew it, he found his skin pierced with several small needles ejected from the Medic's needlegun. He bristled and stared at the two at the door, with their nasty grins, before looking down at the needles. "Oh merde." -- It still smelt of antiseptic, which may or may not have been a good sign. Spy took a moment to blink away the heavy drowsiness from his eyes, though it was useless. His head was still as foggy as it had been when he was smacked in the head with the baseball. Still, he thought, he had to know where he was. His arms and legs felt heavy-- that is, until he turned and realized that they were simply tied to the chair. In an instant, he snapped from his daze and thrashed the best he could. "Ach, stop fussing," the RED Medic growled, taking a hand and pressing Spy's midsection back onto the bed. "What is this, what are you doing!?" he snarled, feeling exposed without his arms and legs drawn out. He had heard of a vivisection, but he was unsure if RED was sick enough to allow that- even with respawn. "I vill do nozzing," Medic replied curtly, "If you reveal zee location to your intel room." "Bah!" Spy spat, "You cannot torture me, 'urting me would violate-" "He ain't gonna hurt ya, spook," Sniper called out from the corner of the infirmary. "What- what is he-!" "He vas curious," Medic snapped, "Und he is right. I vill not hurt you, but..." Spy bit his lip and doubled his attempts at escape, though it was fruitless. Once the gloved hand ran down his stomach and down his crotch, his willpower almost melted. He hadn't been touched by someone else in a very, very long time, and the promise of sexual gratification was a tempting thought. There was a moment of hesitation on his part, considering what a cocky fellow he was. Spy was overly confident in his secret-keeping skills; why not just let them play their little game? He stopped and drew a long, shakey breath. The nagging doubt in the back of his mind wouldn't let him give in quite as easily, and his burning gaze seemed to convey that pretty well. Medic's frown had deepened and he waved over the Sniper. The man's eyes did not leave Spy's, even as he violently ripped open his fly (a button snapped and rolled to the floor, coming at rest at the doctor's foot) and tugged down the frenchman's trousers and boxers to his wirey, tense thighs. He smirked at the sight of Spy's half-hard cock (had he really gotten that sensitive?) and drew a finger across the underside. Spy sneered and tipped his head back, stifling a small whimper in his throat. When the rough callouses of the marksman's hand engulfed him, he nearly cried out. Sniper was rough, twisting his wrist in the slightest and drawing his thumb across the leaking head. No, Spy thought, there was no way he could show them any weakness. He knew better than that... He knew better- That thought was thrown out the window once something wet and velvety wrapped around his cock. This time, he couldn't hide the moan that reverberated though his chest and spilled out of his mouth. He wriggled against the restraints and looked down in time to see Sniper's eyes staring up at him past the orange aviators. The frenchman almost unwound at that point, but the marksman had just enough sense to pull away and wipe a hand across his face just before the sweet release Spy was looking for. "W-What are you-" he started. He swallowed thickly at the sight of a flushed Medic and Sniper kissing openly, their lips bruising and slick against each other. It hit him that, son of a bitch, they were probably fuckbuddies during ceasefire. Spy felt his cock twitch and he bit his lip to suppress another groan. They shot glances at him on occasion and whispered something to each other, but it was all inaudible past the pounding in his ears. The marksman began to push off the doctor's labcoat and knocked off his own hat, but was pushed away before he could continue. The Medic growled something in Sniper's ear, making him grin wildly. The unbridled look between them and directed at Spy promised something that he couldn't quite translate. It took him a few moments to catch up to reality and watch them duck down on either side of his hips. Sniper's hands pushed his hips down and he continued his ministrations, lapping up the side of Spy's rock-hard dick. Medic curled one hand around the base of his cock and tongued at his own side, his other hand reaching to fish himself out of his jodhpurs. The intense burning in his stomach and the warmth carressing him made Spy moan loudly and toss his head back (only to make contact with the hard, metal surface, though the bruise seemed less and less important by the second). The sweet teasing was nice and good, but the thought of release and relief was unbearable. He felt Medic draw his tongue up the thick, hot vein on the underside of his cock while Sniper wrapped his lips around him again. The combination of sensations was making Spy go crazy. Merde, the back of his mind desperately pleaded, you're going to go insane after this, just stop it now and- Another desperate shout inturrupted his thoughts, just as orgasm was about to hit. Though, once again, they pulled away just in time. He raised his head to protest, but couldn't tear his eyes from the sight of Medic leaning over and nibbling at Sniper's neck as the latter gasped hotly. He smirked and, just loud enough for Spy to hear him, muttered, "Yer gonna have to tell us where it is if you want us to finish you off, mate." His resolve was being chipped away, but... "N-Non!" He was regretting making himself comfortable in the infirmary when he could have easily pushed through the diziness and retreated into his own fort. He eyed the two closely, as Sniper leant in and whispered something into Medic's ear. "Nein! You just-" he replied, but was stopped short. The marksman smirked and traced his tongue along the shell of his ear, whispering in a more urgent tone. Spy was more than positive that their intentions were less than innocent by this point. The doctor didn't protest when his dress shirt was pulled open and eased off of his strong shoulders. He drew a hand up and bit against his gloves when his jodhpurs were roughly tugged past his knees. The frenchman's resolve wasn't the only one tossed away. Sniper drug up Medic's body until he was stradling Spy, a dark blush splattered on his face. They both shivered when their hot flesh made contact, a lovely invitation for the marksman to swing his legs over the bed and press his still-clothed body against Medic's naked back. There was a moment of heavy silence that fell over them, save the sound of some fabric russling and the binds across his legs cut away. He was sure he could have gotten out if he wasn't so desperate, even with two people perched on him. He started to taste blood as his teeth cut into his lip, the feeling of the doctor rocking on top of him was more than pleasant. He didn't even notice his pants being tugged off until something warm and wet prodded at his entrance. He wriggled and made to protest, but there was something so lovely about the feeling after a long time. Medic, though almost in a delerious trance, had enough of his mind to lean in and whisper, "Zee intel, Herr Spy." "T-third..." he began, losing himself in the feeling of two fingers roughly pushed up his ass. "Third f-floor..." Sniper's eyes bore into him disturstingly, and Spy could only give them a wavering groan and assuring them, "Oui, f-first door from the righ-ahhh." The last bits of sanity pressed in the back of his head felt ashamed for the stuttering, but the rest of his brain was drunk with a need for desperate release. The next few movements were a blur. Sniper fished himself out of his pants and thrust balls-deep into Spy, making him cry out in pained ecstasy. Almost at that same moment, with furrowed brows and soft whines, Medic impaled himself on Spy's cock. The combination of feelings making him moan out loud and wrap a leg around them both. The doctor shakily reached to the binds on his wrists and tore them off, immidiently moving his hands to grip at the edge of the bed. He moaned wantonly and ground against Spy, who had begun to grip roughly at his hip and wrap an arm around his waist. It was a flurry of movement, with Medic lifting and dropping himself on Spy and Sniper pulling back slowly before snapping forward. The frenchman wasn't sure if he should have been pushing back or thrusting up, his hips quivering and twitching messily. He moaned in abandon and tossed his head to the side, feeling his mind scramble and his entire body grow tense and burning. There was a fire in his stomach that licked up his entire body, making everything sensitive. Medic was making small noises every time he dropped down and Spy was sure he could hear Sniper grunting against the doctor's back. He took a quivering hand and brought it to Medic's dick and tugged. The doctor was the first to unwind, knuckles white under his gloves. He cried out hoarsly, leaning back as far as he could without knocking Sniper off. His cum made a sticky mess on his and Spy's stomach, and the sight was enough to set the frenchman off, erupting deep in Medic with a low moan spilling from his mouth. Sniper was the last, pushing forward and biting into Medic's shoulder to muffle any of his own sounds. -- Spy was back to his base by the time battle began and was smoking three cigarettes at the same time, a deep feeling of guilt welling up in his chest. He swiftly stepped through his base, hearing the distant chirp of a sentry. He stamped out all three smokes at once and was about to make his way down the spiral ramp leading to the intel room when the scent of blood made him stop in his tracks. He cloaked and peeked around the corner to the battlements with infinite care, peeking into the makeshift nest the BLU Sniper had made. The smell of blood was still fresh, and he could see a few splatters on the floor. Deeming the room safe, he turned the corner fully. "Oh fuck," he murmured under his breath. There was a knife sticking up from the body in front of him, a very familiar knife. With a small sigh, he hefted the body over his shoulder and hastened his walk to the intel room, pausing to stare at the BLU Medic's body at the entrance. "Oh fuck."