Yes, I'm still busily writing this. Less gore in this chapter, sorry. ---------------------------- PART 8 Although the Scout sneaked out of the Medic’s room early in the morning after the first time, there were other times. The Scout undid the latch on the Medic’s door at least once a day, generally after lights-out, sometimes before dawn; never during battles, seldom when his teammates were awake. It didn’t matter to the Medic. He was always glad to see the younger man. The Scout was endlessly creative with ways to put their bodies together, methods of giving each other pleasure. He did not appear to mind that the older man was a captive vampire. He relaxed into a more unstudied self when he lay in the arms of his enemy prisoner. “You are good to me,†he told the Scout as the boy lay sprawled across him, exhausted. “I- what?†The younger man looked up at him, surprised and embarrassed. “You are kind to me. You give me life.†The Medic licked his lips. The pure, white life-force of the Scout’s semen was so much richer, more satisfying and more pleasant to obtain than blood. “Sometimes I forget you’re still crazy,†the Scout said, but hugged him tightly. “O-ho! What’s this, then?†The Demoman burst in through the door, which the Scout had incautiously left ajar. “Ye’ve lured the lad back wi’ yer hypnotic powers!†“Aght! Go away!†the Scout threw a shoe at the Demoman. “Ye’re in the thrall of Hellspawn, lad!†The Scot tried to haul the younger man from the bed. “I am not, jeez!†The Scout struggled. “He didn’t turn me into a vampire, he’s got absolute zero magical powers.†He squirmed out of the Demoman’s grip and added under his breath, “look, he just gives really good blowjobs, okay?†“Ye’d put yer manhood in the mouth o’ Hell?†“I got needs! I’d be stickin’ it in the Spam by now if he wasn’t putting out!†“Aye, I knoo what ye mean,†the Demoman replied with feeling. He cast his one eye on the Medic in a speculative way. “… d’you think he’d goo fer me?†The Scout shrugged. “Hey, Doc. You wanna, you know, for Demo, too?†The Medic looked up at the one-eyed explosives expert. “When I was a child, I was terrified of the other-races. We were taught to fear, as if you were the monsters beneath the bed.†He reached out, pale fingers touching the other man’s dark hand. “I would be glad to do as you wish.†“All reet then!†The Demoman seized the Medic’s hair and began fumbling with his fly. The Medic’s eyes went wide with terror as his head was jerked back, and he bared his teeth. “Hey, dumbass!†The Scout slapped the Demoman’s hand off the Medic’s head. “You can’t do it like that! You know how he gets!†The young man did a quick pantomime, twirling his finger by his temple and clacking his teeth together. “Yo, you OK?†He leaned down to look the Medic in the eye. “Please,†the Medic looked away. “Do not bring violence here.†“Not much of a monster, are ye?†The Demoman put a gentler hand on the Medic’s head. “I would rather drink pleasure than blood. Please, only pleasure.†“I… understand.†The Demoman put a hand under the Medic’s chin and gently brought them back into eye contact. “Had enough o’ battle?†“Ja.†The Medic took the black man’s hands in his own. The Demoman nodded, squeezing the Medic’s hands. The Medic responded by kissing the other man’s hands, his fingertips, before undoing his fly and kissing the head of his cock. He watched in fascination as blood flushed the dark skin purple. For his part, the Scot groaned and staggered back to sit heavily on the bed. “Ooh, fook, I’d forgot how god it is not tae have tae take matters inta yer own hands,†he grinned at the Scout as the Medic lay across his lap. “Just like that, holy fook,†he gasped when the German began to suck. Their strange prisoner worked slowly, methodically, taking in the sight, scent, taste and feel of the Demoman’s cock. He seemed to be trying to memorise it. The Demoman had to wind his hands into the sheets to avoid clutching at the Medic’s head. “Oh, bloody Hell,†the Demoman moaned. He jerked his hips, thrusting up into the Medic’s mouth. The older man gagged and spluttered even as the Demoman sighed in pleasure. “You awright, man?" The Scout put a hand on the Medic's shoulders. "Ja, fine." The Medic wiped his mouth. "A mere momentary setback." He smiled up at the startled Demoman and set to work again. He bobbed his head, trying to duplicate the movement that had made the Demoman so happy, without choking himself. Soon, the Scot was moaning and shaking beneath him. The Medic ventured to hum around the cock in his mouth in the way that the Scout liked best, and was rewarded with a groaning shout of pleasure and a rush of semen across his tongue. As the Demoman lay panting with bliss, the Scout grinned down at the Medic. "That was sorta hot, watching you work." He leaned down to kiss the older man- the Medic was thrilled by the way that the Scout probed his mouth for the tang of the Demoman's seed. "I bet you're hard as fuck, aren't you?" he leered. "Stand up." The Medic stood awkwardly- indeed, an erection was tenting his pyjama pants. "Shuck down," the Scout ordered, grinning harder. "I wanna see you naked." The Medic stared at the Scout curiously, but obeyed. "Look at that," the Scout nudged the Demoman. "You could bust down doors with that thing." He reached down to run a finger along the thick vein at the underside, and the Medic moaned. "Lemme see ya touch yourself." "Amazing," the Medic sighed as he stroked himself for the Scout's amusement, "to think that I had Heaven and Hell mistaken for so long."