A/N: Yep, inspired by the events of Expiration Date, but altered a bit. First fic, so please critique on where I can improve! Please point out errors in spelling, grammar, or tense. And this is my second post (I’m Anon 156) so I hope I don’t commit formatting errors in posting this from MS Word. [BLU Medic x RED female reader] Dying Wish by FLAzura As you pace through the spic-and-span corridors of this renowned hotel, your team Medic’s voice echoes through your mind. It continues to do so, after more than 60 hours that he said it. “Ve only have three days to live.†Not that you’re afraid of death, you’re only sad. Sad because in the past three days, you were growing anxious by the minute. You do want to see your family back in your hometown, but it’s extremely far away from the Hydro base, and you can’t make it there in less than three days. Even now, you’re still extremely anxious and nervous. You have been ‘allowed’ to leave the base, and you go catch the train to the hotel you and your secret lover have been going to in the three years of your relationship. The supposed last day of your life falls on the day of your third anniversary, and thank goodness, you have been allowed to slip out of the RED base. You clutch your bag protectively against you, pulling it nearer. You hope you aren’t shaking as you pass by people. You jitter at suspicious people, ranging from regular civilians to smoking men. You try to stay away from smoking men, especially French smokers. You don’t want your secret discovered by any Spy from any team color. You start questioning yourself when you do pass by a smoking Frenchman by Room 459. You could have just brought a dirty-blonde wig and put on sunglasses and claim you had sore eyes. However, this particular French guy was undoubtedly shorter than you. You mumble about not being allowed to smoke indoors and hurry away. Your paranoia seems to be at the peak when you have to lunge through a crowd of people ordering food in the cafeteria lobby. You just have to cross the immense lobby (which is actually just a medium sized hallway) turn to the right, go up four floors, and you should find the room you’ve been looking for. You dash like Scout through the mass of people, snaking through spaces you can run through. You finally reach the other side, where you dash to the stairs and go up. You meet a server on the way to the third floor. “Miss, why are you hurrying?†He asks quizzically, scanning you from head to toe with his eyes. “It’s an important meeting at the seventh floor, and I’m late for half an hour or so.†You lie at him. “Got to go, see you.†You whisk past him and make your way to the room you have to go to. You slow down, catching your breath. You scan the numbers on the doors. The room closest to the stairs was Room 280. Oh, good, just near. Your heart rate returns to normal by the time you walk by Room 300. You wipe off the sweat beading on your temples with your handkerchief. You sigh in relief as you reach hotel room 312. Finally, away from your objects of fright. You had fought tooth and nail to get out of base, and here you are. You stand in front of the polished suite door. How are you going to tell him that you only have so little time left and you want to spend it only on him? You glance at your death watch. The clock is ticking, and time had never been so fast. You pluck up your courage and breathe deeply. Well, at least you're going to spend what's left of your life with your secret sweetheart. It's your third anniversary, anyway. You extend your hand and knock lightly on the door. You hear something like a glass or plate clinking as the person inside puts it on a table. A moment later, the door opens. At first it was only a small peek, but upon seeing you, the door opens fully. He is now standing in front of you, smiling. He's still wearing formal clothes. His shirtsleeves are unrolled, which is a bit of a strange sight. You've always seen his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He's still wearing his beige vest and blue tie. He's barefoot; another unusual sight. He pushes his glasses up to the bridge of his nose before greeting you. "Hallo, liebling." The BLU Medic welcomes you warmly as he lets you in. "Come in, it's cold." You step into the hotel room. The carpeted floor is gray. To the left is the door to the bathroom. There is a coat rack near the door, and you notice his overcoat, white with a tinge of blue. It's his standard battle uniform, you deduce, when you see the medical plus sign or cross. His boots are by the rack. To the right is the bed. It's a white queen-sized bed. His bag is by the bed, lying haphazardly. Two small tables are beside the bed, one side table with a lamp, and the other is a dining one. He must have pulled the circular dining table to the bed due to the absence of chairs. There is a purple box with a silver ribbon on it. The balcony is just opposite the door where you entered. Once the door is closed and locked to prevent any spy or watcher from seeing a RED mercenary with a BLU one together, he pulls you closer to embrace you. You temporarily forget your problem when you feel his arms around you, making you feel secure and protected. You rest your head on his shoulder, embracing him back. He rakes your locks of hair with the fingers of his right hand, kissing it lightly. He looks at you softly, so much in contrast and difference to the hard and sadistic glare he shows during the unending battle. Even after three years, you are still stunned at him. The BLU Medic kisses your forehead and puts an arm around you. He directs you to the bed and seats you at the side near the small table. "It's our anniversary today." He reminds you. "I'm glad zat ve can celebrate it togezher." You feel a small tug of a smile at your lips. Both of you sit on the bed. He shifts to press closer to you. "I'm happy, too." "I bought some of your favorite cake. It's is your favorite, right?" Your mood brightens up. "You bought cake?" "Ja. I'm not lying. Zhere." He glances at you while you chuckle before reaching for the plate. On it is a slice of the cake. He takes off a smaller slice and stabs it with a fork. "Open your mouth." You comply, and he carefully gives you the chunk of cake. He feeds you another chunk even before you could swallow the previous one. He jokingly stuffs another chunk in your mouth. You slap his arm, but not too hard. You try to swallow it all, and finally you gulp all the cake down. He's still laughing like a sadistic doctor even after you finish. He has already returned the plate on the table. You blush at his laugh. "You're very good at being RED, aren't you?" He chuckles at his own pun. "Oh, please." You roll your eyes. He doesn't take it badly. He pecks your cheek as he stops. His hands try to look for your hands but his fingers touch at the thing on your wrist instead. He pauses to look at your wrist, wondering what he just felt. He sees your death watch. "Schätzchen... vhat is zat?" You pull your hand away from him, your cheerful mood dissolving into nothing. "It's alright. I von't go furzher into zat." He says, taking his eyes off the watch. "Do you remember our first friendly meeting?" You nod. Part of your mind is sad, and the rest is listening to him. "You brought back Archimedes. He vas injured at ze time. I don't know how to repay you, even zhough it has been zhree years." You don't hear much of what followed. Your mind drifts to thoughts of sorrow and regret. You don't notice that he has stopped and is staring at you, thinking that you're already delirious. You only feel a nudge to your elbow. You glance at him sadly and then you look away. "You seem sad." The BLU Medic notes when you barely reply to his statements. You sigh heavily and release him without anything else. You hurry to open the hotel room's balcony door and walk out, leaving him behind. You try to focus on the landscape before your eyes when he hugs your waist from behind. "Vhat's ze matter, liebling?" He croons to your ear. "You're very troubled. I don't need to be a doctor to notice. I vant to know vhat is making you troubled." You lean your head against him, allowing a pause. You know he anticipates your honest answer. "I don't have much to... live." You reply sadly. There is a long moment of silence afterwards. You feel how he feels. He's a little taken aback. He's trying to process and analyze what you just told him. "So... zat's vhat ze peculiar-looking vatch does." You look at the big death watch around your wrist. The seconds pass by. The ridiculously gigantic watch on your wrist makes you more depressed. It's showing you how little time you have left, and it's decreasing by the second. "Only ten hours left to live. I have so much left to do, but there's only ten hours. It's impossible to do everything." You could almost feel his concerned look on you. He puts his hands on your shoulders and steers you around. Medic gently pushes you back inside the room. "Vhy don't ve talk about zat inside?" He says, sitting on the hotel room's queen sized bed. You follow, sitting beside him. He places an arm around your shoulders to assure you that he's ready to listen. "Three days ago, our team Engineer and team Medic were experimenting on the teleporter." You begin. "They were teleporting bread. Medic pulled the teleported bread in half and some green tumors and teeth were on it." "Zat's quite interesting. I vould have to see on our own teleporters later." He chuckles. "The tumors would kill us in three days. All of us would die... ten hours later." "Zhen ve vill vin." He jokes. You almost forgot that your secret lover is from the BLU team, but you don't mind at all. "At least, finally, this pointless war would end." He laughs again, this time, louder. When his mirth dies off, he asks you a question you can't simply answer. "Vhat's your dying vish?" You pause to think. "Actually, I have nothing. None at all. I just... want to do a lot - mph!" He abruptly kisses you fully on your lips, pulling back after a long moment. "I have an idea." He seems to relay his intentions through eye contact only. You understand what he wants to do. "Really? Right now?" "Of course." Medic detects your reluctance. He stares at you affectionately, cupping your cheek and thumbing your lips. "Vell, I have alvays vanted to do zis." Your reluctance disappears as you realize you also want to do it. You were only pleasuring yourself with imagination, but now you can do it. You have all the time in the world. And what's better is that you have been taking guaranteed working contraceptives, made by your team Medic as protocol. He smirks, then kisses you again. You remove his round spectacles and set the glasses on the bedside table. He somehow pulls off your death watch, too, and puts it beside his glasses. He uses a remote provided by the hotel to turn the lights off, leaving only the dim light of the lamp on. His kiss gradually intensifies, arousing both of you. Over time, it becomes crystal clear that he's going to do what he wants, and you're not going to deny him, either. His mouth opens yours and his tongue slides in. It's a little hard for him, so you decide to change position, climbing onto his lap, your legs spread wide around his waist. You don't break the kiss. He is greatly pleased about your efforts, placing his hands on your hips. The BLU Medic rewards you, his tongue tasting everything. He explores your mouth, tangling with your own tongue. He tastes like cake, to be honest, but it doesn't matter. Your arms fly up and hug his neck and head, pulling his face closer to you. In return, his hands glide over to your front. You find him so gentle and dexterous despite his muscular frame, turning you on even more. And then one by one, he unbuttons your shirt. You deem it unfair that he's the only one undressing the other, so you work around to remove his vest. It was a little bit difficult to unbutton his vest, the main reason being unable to see it while you have to continue with your frenzied kisses. You're not exactly a good multitasker. But he has no problem at all, removing your shirt through your shoulders, then your arms, leaving your upper body nearly bare. He breaks the kiss to look at you. You melt in the intensity of the gaze of his blue eyes. He notices your difficulty on just removing his vest. He gently pushes your hands away to remove his own clothing. His vest goes first. You help him by pulling his blue tie off. His white shirtsleeves go next as he drops it on the floor on a pile with the other articles of clothing removed. Your hands are now on his chest and abdomen, caressing his muscles, his war scars. He slides his palms up your sides until he reaches the sides of your breasts. His hands go behind you, unclasping your bra. He pulls it off and tosses it aside. You suddenly feel embarrassed as your chest becomes exposed. You fold your arms over them, blushing. He chuckles. "Zhere is no need to be so embarrassed, Schätz." The BLU Medic lightly places a kiss on your cheek before nipping at your earlobe. He starts palming your breasts, tweaking your nipples. In every attempt, he is successful in drawing out moans from you. He is good at this, his former medical profession allowing him to give you your deserved pleasure. His velvety lips tickles you a bit when he starts applying kisses on the area where your jaw and neck meet. You laugh lightly at the tickling sensation, and he finds it very appealing. Medic shifts a little and then pushes you onto the bed. You're still surprised at his lack of harshness. One minute, he's the BLU team's very own insane doctor, and the next, he's your sweet secret lover. He crawls downward, to your legs. He removes your shoes, your socks, and then jerks your pants down. He pulls off your pants and then dropping it on the increasing pile. Your blush becomes even redder as your he admires your almost naked body. You also show your admiration for him. While he continues to silently praise your figure, he pulls down his pants. You immediately notice the tent showing on his underwear. He sees you looking, and he chuckles, pulling down his briefs and tossing it to the pile. Oh, wow. He's big, larger than you often imagined whenever you were alone during the night. He begins caressing your calves and thighs. He even kisses you from your ankles to your thighs, blatantly ignoring the place where you direly want him to be. He continues his journey as he kisses you from the stomach and in between your breasts. You let out an impatient grunt, needing more. He hears it, and then kisses you lightly. This time, it only lasts for a second. He shifts again, admiring you again. He gently lowers his head and kisses your right breast. You moan as he licks and sucks the nipple. He hums appreciatively, drawing out another pleasured moan from you. He palms your other one, molding it as he wants, the nipple in between two fingers. You like the way he tweaks it with his middle and index fingers, and at the same time squeezing it. He switches, your left breast being sucked and licked while the other receives the palming motion. While he does all that, his hardness brushes against your thighs and knees, making him moan softly, too. He pauses, looking up at you, smirking again. He crawls down and then hooks his fingers on the waistband of your panties. Medic pulls them down in a harsh manner, almost ripping it off, hurriedly tossing it to the pile beside the bed. He just completely undressed you. He's apparently hungry for you. He's staring at you, and started murmuring in German. You don't understand it much, but judging from his way of saying it, he's praising you, telling you that you're lovely. He raises your legs up and puts them over his shoulders. He immediately lowers his head. His face is about an inch away from your face, inhaling your scent. He goes down on you a little while later, lightly licking you from your entrance to your clit. Your moan of pleasure gives him more motivation to please you more. He licks you again, longer this time. By the third time he gently licks you, you shudder. He loves the way you moan and the way you buck your hips up, needing more from him. By this time, you're whimpering for him to do it fast and take you already. However, Medic doesn't do it. He wants to do the opposite of what you expect. Effortlessly, he pins your hips down. He doesn't need much force to make you stay in place. He starts to properly eat you out. He expertly uses his thumbs to separate the folds, opening you up. His tongue enters you in no time, swirling around where it could reach. You let out a loud "ahh" as his tongue explores you. The stimulation is so much for you to contain. Your hands grab at anything within reach until your fists hold the sheets beside you. He later replaces his tongue with his fingers, simultaneously licking your clit now. Your reaction is almost a scream at this point, shaking you. Pleasure floods your whole mind and body as he licks and kisses your clit and at the same time, making beckoning gestures with the finger in you. He adds a second finger to amplify your moans and breaths. He loves your small gasps of his name, letting you know by increasing his pressure and passion. There is that point when you start to think that you're going to climax. You didn't want it all to end, so you decide to repay him a bit before letting him take over again. You somehow reverse your positions. This time, he's the one with his back on the bed. He raises his head. "Liebling, you don't have to - aahhh..." You stroke his dick from the base to the tip. He becomes silent, waiting for more. You really didn't expect him to be this big, but you can't help but imagine how tight and how lovely it will feel inside you. You boldly lean over to lick the head of his cock. It's his turn to moan and squirm now. You lick it around like melting ice cream, so that no area would not be left neglected. Medic's hands grab fistfuls of your hair in his ecstasy. His moans and gasps for your name and nicknames drive you crazy. You gently take all of him inside your mouth. He moans and shudders loudly when you bob your head up and down. You lightly suck on him, humming, and licking around. You also fondle his balls in the process. You know all of it is driving him insane in the pleasure he's receiving. Medic's muttering and gasping in German, exciting you more with the sound of that beautiful language. He thrusts in your mouth, like you when you were still being licked. You hold him down like he did a while ago, and let yourself suck him off. He might have been thinking the same thing you thought. Before he could release, he jerks you up and attacks your mouth with his. You fall to his side so that he gets on top of you. Medic assaults your neck next, and you bend to allow him more access. He lifts himself up and looks at you. "Are you ready?" He half-asks, half-pants. You just nod at him. He grins at you again before lowering himself onto you. The tip of his dick teases your entrance, grinding it against your pussy. "Please... take me, Medic... bitte." He hears you say "please" in his language of choice. His almost sadistic smile widens. He leans down on you to kiss your cheek. He finally slides himself in your cunt. Both of you moan and grunt loudly as he enters you. You hold on to him. It's not so painful, it's more of lovely pleasure, so you almost shout out in ecstasy as he slips his first inch inside of you. His invasion of you is so tight for him. It would take time for him to slide his full length into you. Medic stays there for the meantime, unmoving, letting you adjust to his large size and girth. Once you think you have adjusted, you kiss him tenderly on his lips as a go signal. He slowly pushes himself inside until all of him is buried in you. You gasp as he withdraws himself and thrusts back into you slowly. You manage not to scream so loud to disturb anyone near your room. You try to keep it to moans, grunts, and sighs, yet you find it hard with his slow and sure movements. You spread your legs as wide as you can, soon wrapping them around his waist, keeping him there. You moan and grunt his name whenever he thrusts. He tells you between pants that he loves you, how pretty you really are, how lovely it feels to have you around him, and then buries his face on your neck. He nibbles on it, biting it a little. He manages to maintain his slow pace despite his lust. He also succeeds in hitting your clit at some points. For you, tsunamis of loving pleasure crash onto you whenever he does that. His thick cock also hits your g-spot easily, eliciting cries out of you. You dig your fingers into the flesh of his back. Over time, he starts to pound you harder and faster, intent on fucking you out of your senses. He stops his work on your neck and lifts up his torso. You can see his face contorted into an expression of torturous pleasure. You can now see his dick disappearing inside of you, and combined with the sensation of being filled, you arch your back, screaming. You don't care about suspecting neighbors now. Your locked legs around his hips release, letting your heels back on the bed. You buck your hips up at him as he fucks you. His hands messily slide on your skin. He resumes squeezing and molding your breasts and pinching your nipples. Later on, he pulls you so that your ass is on the bedside, and then he grabs your thighs, lifting them up, showing you that he loves being in control of you. Your knees are almost at his shoulders. He roughly gropes and squeezes your ass as he lifts it up to sink himself even deeper. Right now, he's moaning and grunting loudly, wailing, whimpering. He impales you more, thrusting in you harder as he brings both of you closer to climax. He doesn't stop moaning and gasping in his mother tongue like you do, calling out each other's names. Only he and you constitute the entire world now, lost in this sea of absolute love. Soon enough, you feel something on the lower part of your belly and your back. Your whole body feels like it's contracting. You're about to fall off the edge. He looks like it, too. Medic pounds and hammers you hard into you a few times before you let out a small wail. You don't feel or see anything else aside from this incredible pleasure you have right now. White flashes and multicolored fireworks go off in your mind as climax overrides every other sense. Your orgasm is prolonged a bit by his multiple slams into you. You're already convulsing and contracting around him, pulling him faster to the peak of pleasure. He thrusts into you some more before he suddenly grunts loudly. You feel his warm release in you as he sighs out your name one last time. He goes limp on top of you as you two ride it all out. You hear his ragged breaths of post-climax by your ear. You don't know how long you have been lying there. You glance at the bedside table, hoping to see how much time you have left to live. However, the watch is turned away from you. You huff a little in frustration. This stirs Medic up. He lifts his head up from your shoulder and kisses your cheek before he stands, delicately and deliciously pulling himself out of you. You take a glimpse of his now-softening length before adjusting to properly lie on the bed. The BLU Medic crawls to the space beside you. He lies on his side, putting an arm around you. You smile, and embrace him back. "I hope I made you glad before you die." The BLU Medic whispers. You kiss him tenderly before snuggling closer. You place your head on his arm. "Yes, you did." He pulls the blanket over both of you before you close your eyes and sleep off your imminent death. You wake up the next morning. The phone is ringing wildly. Somehow it didn't manage to wake your slumbering German lover. He must have been so sapped of energy in your lovemaking last night. You sit up, sheets still covering you, and answer the phone. "Hello?" You groggily answer. "Ya might wanna come back to base." It was Engineer. Quickly you grab your death watch. It's all to zero. "Are we dead?" You rhetorically ask. "Nah. Good news, too. Listen up. It's just bread that gets tumors!" "Okay! That's... uhhh... fun!" "Ya alright?" "Yes, I'm fine... I just ate a lot of uhh... German sausage last night." You snicker inwardly. Oh, how suggestive. "I'll come back to base soon." You don't miss the sudden crash on the other side of the line. There was some sort of commotion before you put it down. "I heard zat." The man behind you says. You just chuckle, and lie back down on the bed to kiss him good morning.