"Pedes un Lingua" By: Valiax_Gryphon It wasn't unusual for Demoman to see the team's Medic. Besides the fact he was the only doctor on site, the Scots always placed his trust in the ole' Doc as much as he placed his trust in his skillful craft of demolition devices. So on this particular cold day off, while the BLUs on the other side were currently repairing the damages left by the crazed duo of the Soldier's onslaught of rockets and of course Demo's carefully placed sticky bombs. The Scot had been proud of his handiwork, always had been at the end of a successful day. Though on this particular evening, a well placed sticky didn't mean a well placed Demolitions Expert. The Scotsman carried himself to one side just slightly, his left step lightly than his right. His boots clogged along the concrete flooring, echoing off the walls in an otherwise silent hallway. Most of the time, the German kept to himself so visitors usually came in the form of needing his care. Well, 'care' may of been not quite exactly the word of choice to describe a man with a revoked medical licence, a possible warrant for his arrest for hijacking a catering van and theft of 'livestock' which ended up becoming the man's most cherished little friends. At last Demo arrived at the front doors of the Infirmary, already starting to pick of the smell of antiseptic and dove feathers. He scratched at his small beard pondering if something minor was worth pestering the doctor or not? Deciding to take the risk for reward, the man allowed himself in past the double doors. The Infirmary looked half way between cleaned and primed for surgery and the other half appeared as if the almighty office gods delivered a shit-storm of paperwork and overdue reports all the while Medic's army of feathered companions littered the cabinets and high vantage points with fluffs of feather sheds, leftover seeds, and of course things best not mentioned when in a medbay. Demo glanced around with his remaining eye before raising his hand up into a fist to make a loud, audible cough. Immediately, a flutter of wings and a few doves flew from behind a paper tower, followed by a tired looked doctor. "Yes? Somezhing you need Herr Demoman? I'm a bit tied up and I swear if I stop for a moment ze company vill send me five more pounds vorth of papervork." The doctor announces, eyeing the other man who was currently only wearing his red issued sweater and slacks. Uh, aye. Sorry to bothar ya Doc but me foot's been givin' me a lobbin' so I came 'ere for ye to have a look. If ye be a wee busy, I'll care fer it myself and.." Demo replied, trying to not anger or at least frustrate the Medic away from his own work. "Nein, patients before papervork. I'll probably send for Pyro to take zhese piles and use zhem for his bonfire.. vhatever it is he does vith a tinfoil hat. Please, take a seat on ze examining table and ve'll see vhat ze problem is." Medic stood up, showing to be out of uniform as well, dressed in that nice long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up and that beige vest he seemed fond of (how he managed to get the blood stains out from an earlier incident was beyond anyone, not just Demo). The Scotsman did as he was asked without question, taking a seat on the examining table. He was no stranger to the table or Medic's handiwork. Although having to bandage up his head and cover an eye already covered with an eyepatch was a little redunent but Demo placed his trust into his team's doctor. He had to, can't depend on that magical device of science; the respawn system, always. As he sat down, Demoman went ahead to remove the boot off his ailing foot. Medic took one look at it before glancing up to the other man. "Demo... do you mind?" He asked, not yet approaching the limb. "Mind? Me head's alright. Hasn't had me remaining eye boggled out." "Nein, I meant your foot. It's.." Medic paused, slowly raising a hand towards his nose. Demoman glanced down before realizing what the doctor meant. "Oh! Sorry Doc! I guess I fergot to do a bit of washin'. I've lost too many socks in the wash!" He states, matter of factly, before swaying slightly to the left. Medic rolled his eyes slightly before taking a seat next to the examining table. "Have you been drinking again?" Medic asked, taking a antiseptic wipe and with some unknown bout of tenderness, rubbed the Scot's aching foot so to not aggravate whatever was hurting him. "Doc, when have I haven't been drinkin'? Me and the bottl' just work togetha! 'Sides no harm came from takin a wee bit of drink to battle, warms up the spirits!" Demo grinned, leaning back on the table's tilted up end. Sure he had been drinking, but thankfully towards the rest of the team, not so much tonight. Just enough to feel warm and happy, nothing more and no harm in indulging in one of his favorite past times off work. The Medic merely nodded, finishing up before discarding the wipe into a nearby trash bin. Carefully, he reached with both hands, pressing with his thumbs at various points on that foot, massaging carefully. "So, tell me vhen zhis happened? I can narrow it down to vhat's hurting you." He asked, casting one eye up to the man with a small smirk barely visible to the Scotsman. Demoman gazed up to the ceiling to recall the event in his head, if he could. A few doves fluttered overhead, their beady black eyes staring down at the man with curiosity. One or two would make those soft cooing sound, a ruffle of feathers and maybe one preening under its wing. Somehow, watching the little winged creatures brought with them a sense of comfort. Perhaps that's why the doctor kept them in his infirmary. How he managed to keep it clean was something the demolitions expert could worry about another time. "Well, I was settin' up a nice ole' sticky bomb trap fer our wayward 'guests' if ya know what I'm sayin'. " Demoman started, his solitary eye lazily watching where Medic's thumbs rolled slowly on the front pad of his foot applying pressure before releasing a few times. "And well, here comes this flame weildin' monsta thinkin' he can use he wee can o' air to blow me bombs out of sight. So I set the detonator prematurely and KA-BLEWIE! There be more body parts than a Englishman's tea party with a Yank!" Medic paused, raising a eyebrow. "So, how did you not blow yourself up as vell Herr?" The Scotsman gruffed slightly, laying back down. "Oh I tried movin' away from ze ones air blasted at me and one of me bombs knocked me square acrossed the field and twistin' mah foot a wee bit. So I figured if anyone could fix me back to walkin right it be you Doc." "I'm flattered. Normally I see ze lot of you trying to nurse your own vounds." Medic paused and cast his gaze down at Demoman's exposed foot. Thumbs gently glided over the contrast of where dark skin met the pale underside of the weight bearing limb. Secretly... it fascinated the doctor how the combination of skin tones could be witness on one of only a few areas on such people as Demo. Taking a closer examination, he cleared his throat before returning his starring gaze back to his patient. "I zhink I found ze problem, but I have somezhing I zhink you vill benefit from more zhan just pain pills and a ice bag to relieve ze sore muscle." "Oh? Got somethin' special Doc? Ain't gonna saw off me leg are ya!?" The other exclaimed, looking down his chest at the German. The other merely shakes his head, a simple smile upon his lips as Medic removed his glasses to clean them on one of his shirt sleeves. "Nein, consider zhis a favor. Don't share zhis around, it's just between you and me, Herr Demo?" The Scot was silent at first before a chapped smirk etched on his own face. "Sure nurse, anythin' for a favor of yers." He said before laying down on the examining table only to let out a small yelp. "Oi! Careful where yer squeezin', I be a bit light on some small spots I dun want anyone to know about!" He scowls slightly. "Don't call me 'nurse'. I take some offensive to zhat little 'pet name' as you put it." Medic warned. "By light.. do you refer to having some sensitivity in your exterior dermis-" "Yea I'm a wee bit ticklish! So don't be spreadin' 'round or else I won't hear the end of it from Soldier!" Demoman quickly stated, making a small embarrassed face with his lips pulsed into a rippled look. Medic said nothing, only smirked back and nodded. He looked back down at his patient's foot and hummed to himself. Thumbs returned to the small massage all the while he admired how well kept it was. Hell, the worst thing the doctor could find would be maybe some dryness around the ankle area but nothing some ointment cream couldn't cure... or something better. Medic massaged down to Demo's heel, careful where he did and at the same time, wanted to get a reaction. "Comfortable?" He asked, rolling one eye up to the Scotsman behind those glasses. "Because I zhink I found your problem Herr Demo. Tell me vhat do you do to your feet? I never suspected someone so heavily engaged in ze frontlines like you to keep your feet in such good shape. Even ze nailbeds lack any sign of damage or vhat is commonly referred to as 'athlete's foot' as I've seen time and time again from Scout." Demo chuckled, grinning a bit. "Well Doc, I dun wear me socks to bed, always take em' off after dem battles and let me feet dry off then wear a fresh pair fer around base. Also a good washin' never hurt anybody. You should see Soldier, he can smell like the ole' catch o' the day." "Don't remind me..." Medic mumbled while he placed a bit of pressure to the Achilles heel, thumb and forefinger massaging in small, tight circles. So smooth, this skin and how much the man took care of it made the doctor admire it more. Living velvet was the closest he could cross his mind of things to compare this moment to. What was Demo's secret? A quick glance to find the semi-drunkard quite relaxed with one arm folded behind his head to stand in for a pillow. Quietly, Medic leaned forward intending to use his other senses to find out. It would be a lie to say the doctor was not into this sort of thing. That he was simply one of those physicians with a knack for body parts and blood, not the admirations for the load bearing part of the human body, the part that without it could not help for man to conquer the world before civilization begun. Just inches away, Medic's nostrils flared, inhaling that foreign scent down into his lungs. Within a few seconds, a identity was found. "Shea butter?" He spoke, leaning back up to stare at his patient. Of course, such a common item for skin lotion. Why hadn't it crossed his mind before? Could be his own preference in skin lotions were artificial, cheap commodities he could get or something the company would ship in with the supply trains if only to keep hands from chapping while handling weapons in the long-term use. "Yea? Wat are ye up to down thar?" Demoman replied, raising an eyebrow as he also questioned Medic back. Medic smirked, eyeing Demo. "I have... a bit of a secret I am villing to share vith you, but only if you agree in not sharing zhis vith ze rest of ze team." The Scotsman let out a small scoff. "Depends on what cha be meanin' to keep a secret boyo? I might be keen to liking it." With a grin on his face and the invitation received, Medic lowered his head back down replying, "Let me show you." Suddenly, Demoman's foot was carefully caressed while a pair of lips gently kiss the front pad in the crook of his toes. The sensation surprised him a little but the alcohol flowing in his veins as of current delayed his reaction to a mere curling of toes and small almost inaudible gasp. His body slowly tensed up, unsure how to take this 'secret' with a grain of salt... or a spoonful of sugar. The kisses were light, gentle like wisps of butterfly wings. Teasing the other man, Medic eased from one digit to the next from small to large. Once he stopped at the end, the doctor gave no warning as he kisses the end of that toe then slowly rolls his tongue out to give it a slow lick. The Scotsman tried to relax himself, but found this strangely new and exciting. "Some secret eh Doc? Never would o' guess you be into this sorta thing." He said, body slightly tensing up again in reaction to another lick. Normally such tenderness was not really top priority with the German but witnessing this new development made the bomb maker all the more curious as to how this was going to be played out. "Not somezhing I vould publicly share, no. Just.. a burning curious admiration I've gained over ze course of vorking here. You could say I've gotten.. a foot in ze door and I razher step in and explore zhan stand and ponder forever." The doctor calmly replied, taking the moment to look back at his 'patient'. Deny all he wanted if he could, the small signs on Demoman's face told the other to continue. "Shall I stop or.." "Nah.. keep goin'. I like where dis is headin'." Demoman replied, receiving a small spark up his spine as thumb and forefinger slide down to peel those curled digits back open. Medic didn't need to say anything, and just let his little fantasy take over. He leans back down to kiss each toe a tad deeper now all the while flaring his nostrils to take in that unique scent the Scotsman carried that was clean with the slight hints of the shea butter lotion. That hot breath was wonderful on Demo's foot, like sticking it over a heated air vent except this one was alive. Medic took that pinky toe onto his lower lip, dragging it upwards so slowly as it started to dry and stick to that skin, creating a small rippling sensation. "Hmm, dat be a nice feelin' Doc. Not yer first time is it?" Demoman asked once another small spark struck him up the leg and crawling over his lower back. "I've had... practice. Zhat's all you need to know." Medic replied before going back to work perform the same slow lip drag on each other toe. Perhaps it was a good thing Medic kept quiet or otherwise his patient might take in some disgust at him practicing his small fantasy on cadaver parts and leave mid-session. Let the drunk Scot use his imagination if it came down to wanting to ask questions. Of course Demo did allow his mind to imagine what Medic meant, though thankfully it resulted in him plainly imagining the German taking up self-taught lessons with the aid of Heavy. But those were best left for another story altogether. The Scotsman let out another small gasp, grinning like a fool as a warm tongue slid out and snaked through between each toe, wiggling about like some curious worm. Medic swirled his tongue in small circles, lathering each digit. After the space between the first and second toe was coated, the doctor moved back just slightly and huffed out his hot breath slowly. Demoman's leg trembled for only a few seconds, the sensation of warm saliva suddenly cooled in a quick moment made for some interesting sensory. Once Medic leaned back on, he was greeted with those toes curling in and foot stretching outward to rub under his chin. Oh that soft, well kept and clean skin felt like magic to the touch and the doctor shuddered his breath in equal excitement as his patient. Medic tilted his head to one side, nuzzling that offering limb and started inhaling deeply the rugged scent mixed with his own now and the lotion. Lips began to trail up to the top of the foot, then pressed up against a puffed up vein, pushing the tip of his tongue down to feel their heartbeats, feeling the rhythms dance and pulsed in his head. He eventually removes his tongue to return to those kisses. Pressing down, Medic trailed his lips up to the crook of where foot meets ankle, moving to the inner side. Planting a deep kiss on the ankle, Medic slid that muscle back out, licking in the spot in tiny laps. Then without so much as a pause, moved towards that ankle and promptly gave a nice deep suckle. Skin quivered and the foot twitched in place, nearly jerking away from Medic's grasp before stopping within that same second. Looking back up, Medic quietly asked, "Too rough?" Demo shook his head, grinning on the side of his face. "No, just a wee bit surprised is all. Didn't know what you were up to, Doc. I think I can handle it now. " He responded, relaxing his leg down back into the German's waiting hands. "Just so you know, Herr Demoman... I like to keep mein patients happy so if should somezhing displeases you..." He paused, leaning in with a smirk. ".. do not hesitate to tell me." That gave the bomb maker a thought to think over. Oh yes, despite the scrumpy haze in his mind, Demoman managed to come up with an idea. "Now that ye mention it... I am a wee bit unsatisfied. Care to loosen me up some, Doc? I'd like it better if ya took dat tongue of yers decided to play the part of washerwoman." He said with a grin, then let out a witty sounding chuckle. The Medic only smiled back with an amused scoff. Hot tongue met with the ball of Demoman's heel, slowly dragging its way up onto the bottom of that foot. As Medic dragged on, his warm breath exhaled from his now gaping mouth, making his patient's foot and leg tremble with excitement. The Scotsman let out a small groan, a crumpled smile on his face. Kisses were placed dead center of his foot. It felt so warm, so comforting while his foot was caressed and massaged in a combination of fingers and that oh so wonderful tongue. "More.. I need a littl' more on top. I think my big toe needs a nice kiss. Poor thing's been dinged more times than I can count." The Scotsman spoke up a tad demanding, but the German was all but willing to obliged if it meant caving into his secret fantasy on a living reacting limb. The man moved over, taking that large digit to his lips and kissed it at first. A second fluttered then a third which lasted much longer, staying in place as Medic flared his nostrils again to pick up the other man's scent. Those blue eyes casted back up to Demo, just past the rims of his glasses. Without a second's notice, the doctor took that big toe into his mouth. "Oh lord o' mighty Doc! Full of surprises, aren't cha?!" The Scotsman nearly jumped in place, his leg held tightly in Medic's hands. That tongue rolled around the large digit like a lollipop, wiggling about to feel the distinctive toe prints on the skin. Medic chuckled deep in his throat, causing the vibrations to tickle that mouthful of toe. Demoman braced himself on the table, tensing up. "Oi! Careful lad, I dun want to kick ya from a laughin' fit!" He warns. "Oh?" Medic hums out after removing his mouth. "Ticklish are you? So.. if I vere to say, lightly move mein finger like so." He paused, reaching up with a free hand to run the tip of his finger up the center of Demoman's foot, causing a jerking reaction and hearty laugh. "OH HAHA HA! Doc that... that's...!" He started, hands clenched on sides of the examining table. "Zhat's pleasingly good?" Medic finished the other, returning back down to give the foot an apologetic kiss. "Shall I make it all better?" He teases. All he gets is a quick nod for an answer. "Very well." Squeezing those toes together, Medic returned to taking the digits into his eager mouth, sucking and licking at them like some form of exotic dessert. The Scotsman shuddered out at the sensations that were toying and playing with his mind. Sparks shot up his leg right into his inner thigh. A quick glance confirmed that yes, he was rock hard. This fetishism was gaining more of his interest than once thought. He discreetly reached down under his pants' waistline, grasping his aching length in one hand. "'Ey.. Doc? Can ye bob yer head like goin' fer apples in a barrel?" He asked, shuddering in his breath. The doctor rolled an eye up to his patient without saying a word. Slowly, he raises back up before diving back down. He repeated the process, the feeling of those digits rubbing on his tongue and the roof of his mouth also gave inner excitement for the doctor. No time to loosen his pants belt now, he had business to attend to and a eager, willing patient to do so! Every now and then, the German would let out a small groan or hum deep in his throat, enjoying the responses from the Scotsman in return just the same. Stroking himself, Demo followed Medic's movement, each pull and slow tug was copied with his occupied hand. The slow drags were especially good causing a deep moan to escape his nostrils. How long as it been since he got a good self shag off? Not to mention having a 'partner' around to help get him in the mood? His mind momentarily snapped to attention before almost kicking Medic down the throat after feeling the sensation of teeth rake his skin. His hand tightened just slightly before relaxing back. "Careful with dem chompers Doc." He spoke up, starting to noticed a small thin layer of sweat forming on his skin. He shouldn't enjoy this, not with what Medic was doing even if it was relieving him away from the alcohol buzz and built up urge. But Demo did enjoyed it regardless if he was feeding the German's bizarre form of getting his jollies rocked. Maybe he too, was a little nutty like the doctor? Medic didn't bother to respond, taking the caution to be careful on where he delighted Demoman before setting him off in a laughing fit and the doctor with a foot down his throat. The idea sounded fun and accelerating, however the reality would come down to choking to death and no one wanted to waited till the Respawn machines brought them back to life. By then the mood would of been killed off and that was no fun at all. The German paused while he pulled back, sucking all the harder. He eyed Demo, seeing the strain on the man's face, watching him wanting more of this. The moment the other managed to stare down, the look on his face was plain as day that sent out a single message: faster. Receiving the single, silent message, the doctor plunged back down intending to attack this limb. Slight faster in his pace, all Medic would hear was a needful groan from the Scotsman. His teeth barely glides over the skin, making sure for the feeling to be satisfying and not set off any ticklish offsets. Every now and then as he pulled back up, a small bite grazed the sink getting a nice reaction. Instead of wanting to buck and probably cause Medic to lose a tooth or worse, Demoman would wince his thighs together while he massaged himself, trying to keep up with the man's pace. "Come on Doc... dun keep me waitin'!" Demoman spoke out, letting out a shuddering breath. The other let out a quick hum in response. Time to please his patient completely. Taking his free hand, Medic grasped the center of Demo's foot, squeezing and releasing with each bob of his head. Each pass gained a slightly stronger grasp, guaranteed to leave behind a red mark later. The Scotsman couldn't help but pour out a small whimper through his throat, the sensations growing all the more steadily and being without this much stimulation in such a long time, the timing had to be just ideal. Unable to tell how long the two were at it, Demo warned the doctor with a tiny foot jerk just as the other pulled back. Medic quickly glanced up, understanding the situation. Squeezing with that one hand, he paced himself faster, sans teeth this time. It would be all tongue on this task. The Scotsman tried to keep up, pacing himself alongside the doctor. He groaned again, harder and louder. Yes, he could feel it. That desire that had been bottled up like a new shipment of scrumpy couldn't be held back any longer. "HIT IT DOC!" Demoman cried, ready to release himself. Medic pulled back, biting down on the front of Demo's foot, avoiding biting any toes all the while sucking as hard as he could, swallowing down the new flavored saliva down his throat. His grip on that hand squeezed tightly, shaking almost. In response, Demoman thrusted himself until he mimicked that grip, letting go as he finally cried out. Release came in a steady burst, soiling his sweater and undergarments as well as his hand. But it was worth it all, so worth it the time and effort. Wiping his hand on the side of his pants legging, it took Demo just a few minutes to calm his heart rate down and breath back to normal. How exciting that was, exploring something he had not tried out before. "That.. that was the weirdest but best way to wank me off, Doc. Thank ye." He huffed out, grinning like a drunken idiot which he was only half of. The German slowly removed himself off the other's foot finally, lower lip dragging across the toes one final time as he inhaled the last remnants of drool and scent down. A satisfied smirk laid on his face, seeing his patient just as satisfied at the work done. "Thanks Doc... Me foot's feelin' a whole lot bettar and yer extra 'benefits' helped me out as well!" Demo said, grinning still before taking out that scrumpy bottle to swig down a hearty helping for this conquest. "Anytime. I'm glad I can be... of service." Medic responded, returning to being the good doctor and handed Demo a clean cloth while he, himself took another cloth to clean that foot dry. The only evidence the German's work was shown was the red marks on the underside that will go away within a few hours. Then again, the limb would be covered up so none the wiser. All cleaned up, Demoman placed his foot back down, feeling as if the sprain was gone. He grinned again before turning back to Medic. "Next time.. ya do me other foot, yeah?" He asked, watching the other with that single eye. Medic finished cleaning his hands with the cloth, even so much as to wipe the corners of his mouth. "Of course. Come back anytime you feel your feet are in need of mein.. services. Danke Demo for ze pleasure. I look forward to zhat again. " He responded, watching the bomb maker leave the Infirmary back to his barracks. "Oh yeah, I'll be sure to." The Scots grinned, already plans in his drunken mind plans for another 'mishap' to have another wonderful experience with the doctor... or maybe sooner than that. He was a drunk afterall... and that was enough for a good excuse for repeat 'treatments'. With a silly grin on his face, Demoman walked himself back to his bunk, feeling like a new man in shoes made of clouds. -Fin- ----- Prompt: A piece involving one or more members of the team out-of-uniform. Please include Demoman and his feet. (Any situation, any type of clothing or state of undress is fine).