Hey :) This has been on tumblr for a bit now but I felt like posting here because a) why not and b) I would really love some more constructive criticism and feedback to improve future parts, ass I've never written anything like this before and hey, I'm no teratomarty. plus I've never used the chan even after being around the fandom for a year now, I figured it was high time I tried. The NSFW aspect is played down, this isn't porn with out plot so much as plot with a bit of fisting at the beginning and possibly some future blowjobs on the horizon Warnings for fisting, a hint of badsex and major character death. Here's the first part, anyway. It was a full moon, appropriately enough, when it all began. Every window in the BLU base was open in surrender to the desert heat and allowing the moonlight’s bright majesty to live and breathe within it. Every mercenary already asleep went without a cover or his night clothes, and every mercenary still awake was down to his vest and shorts and attempting to cool himself off with a drink in the rec room. All, that is, except for Heavy and Medic, who were sweaty, sticky, completely naked and so very much enamored with each other. "Oh GOTT, zhat’s gut…" Medic breathed, his head lolling back and his eyes fluttering shut as Heavy palmed the doctor’s erection with one large hand. The other snaked around to the back of his head and brought him in for a kiss, which quickly turned heated when he groaned, long and deep, into Heavy, and allowed himself to be tipped onto his back and pressed into the mattress. Heavy broke away and took the glasses from his lover’s face, his eyes not leaving his doctor’s for a second, and set them down neatly on the bedside table, before he grasped Medic’s budding erection and firmly stroking a thumb over the head and watching fondly as the doctor writhed and moaned in pleasure beneath him. “You like that, Doktor?†Heavy rumbled. “Ohhh, yes…†he gasped. “You know, when you are like this,†the larger man crooned, “accent is strongest. Is very sexy.†Medic sat up a little, his hands clutching Heavy’s shoulders to keep them close, his fingers stroking the firm skin there. “Vell,†he smirked, his words thickening with his accent more and more every syllable, “let’s see if you can’t fuck all zhe English out of me, und reduce me to screaming your name, kuschelbär.†“Да, I like that idea.†“Zhen bitte, put it into practice,†he whispered, reaching over to nibble Heavy’s ear and moistening it with his breath, before adding in a low, husky voice; “Doktor’s orders.†“Very well.†Heavy smirked and pulled Medic’s legs up either side of him, then he held his own aching erection and rubbed a large finger against the German’s entrance. “I shall do just that!†“Vait! In my top drawer,†Medic interrupted. Heavy reached into the drawer and found a half empty tube of lubricant in there. “Ah, of course. Should have remembered, was too exited.†he said, squeezing a sizeable amount onto his hand before lubing himself up and moving on to Medic’s exposed entrance. With little effort, he slipped a finger inside him, Medic grunting and relaxing his body around it. It was big, bigger than the average finger at least. Heavy’s free hand supported his bulk over his flustered lover while he watched the subtle changes in the man’s body as he caressed his insides. Satisfied that he was ready, Heavy moved to pull out but a firm hand on his wrist stopped him. “A little more. Bitte.†That word would be the death of him. Without further hesitation, he slipped a second finger inside him, warm and compressed against its brother. Medic gasped. “Ohh, Heavy…†he breathed. “Bitte, mehr…†“More? Can you take more, Doktor?†“Of course I can,†he insisted, offended at the suggestion that he was incapable. With difficulty, Heavy inserted a third finger and the doctor squirmed under him. “Oh Gott, Heavy.†His fingers moved slowly, aware that the typical human anus could probably not withstand any more of his hand than Medic was already receiving. Tears of pain rolled down his cheeks as he tore. But still, with heavy-lidded eyes, he looked up at the larger man and smiled. “Heavy, bitte, I vant to see if I can take your whole fist.†“Ðет!†Heavy exclaimed, “I will break you!†“Heavy, I know vhat I’m doing. Now please, mehr.†“Ðет.†“Bitte..?†“If you are sure…†he acquiesced uneasily, and sure enough, he managed to insert a fourth. Medic cried out, clutching at any part of Heavy he could get hold of. But still, it went in. “You are incredible man, Doktor.†Heavy laughed in spite of himself. Medic didn’t reply. “Doktor?†Medic simply stared, eyes and mouth wide open. “You are alright?†“…J-J-Ja…†he managed, biting his lip until he tasted blood. “Oh Gott, mein arsch…†“It is too much?†“Nein! Nein, I- I can take it. Just, ein moment, bitte.†The sensation, while painful, gradually shifted closer to pleasurable the longer it was in there. "DOC!" someone screamed from behind the door, and Medic’s eyes widened in horror. He gestured for Heavy to be silent. “Zhere is a sign on zhe door which says “Do Not Disturb†for a reason, dummkopf!†he shouted. “It means, oddly enough, zhat I do not vant to be disturbed!†“Doc, this is urgent. Please!†It was clear now that it was the quite desperate voice of the Engineer. Heavy tried to work his hand out slowly, but his knuckle brushed just the right spot inside Medic and the doctor melted into the mattress, suppressing a throaty groan. “Hnnng… I am extraordinarily busy, Herr!†he yelled, “come back in a-ah!-bout ten minutes, bitte.†“Doc, I don’t care how busy you are, this could be a matter of life and death!†That caught his attention. “Vhat?†“It’s Scout… he-he threw up all over Spy, then he just collapsed, and he’s shaking like a leaf and he’s ice cold and sweating like a pig, Doc and I- we don’t know what’s wrong, please!†Medic frowned, sighing. “Heavy, on zhe count of three,†he whispered. Heavy nodded, and held Medic’s hip firmly for stability “Ready?†he whispered; “One, two, thraaaaaAAAGH!†he screamed as the fingers were pulled out agonisingly quickly. “Sorry, Doktor,†Heavy apologised quietly. “Shush, it’s not your fault, Schatz.†he muttered just loud enough for Heavy to hear him in between pained gasps. “Scheisse!†“Is everything alright in there?†“Ja! Ja, everything’s fine, I, er, stubbed my toe.†As quickly as he could, Medic pulled his shirt, underwear and pants back on, not bothering with much else other than his glasses, while Heavy wiped his fingers on the bedsheets, reached for his clothes and began to dress himself as well. Once decent, the smaller man unlocked the door and gripped the handle with the full intent to leave without a word. He paused, then looked back at Heavy. “I’m… I’m sorry, liebe. It’s probably nothing serious. I’ll be back as soon as I am able.†“Is alright. I understand.†Heavy said calmly. The older man smiled, opened the door and slipped through, leaving Heavy inside alone with his thoughts, and his slowly diminishing erection.
Next part! "Vhere is Scout now?" Medic asked, his words deliberate and precise, like he was really making an effort to suppress his accent. As he walked, he straightened out his shirt and attempted to fix his hair. His cheeks, Engineer noted, were flushed. His walk was strange as well; it wasn’t quite a limp, but it was definitely like his every step was uncomfortable. "He’s lying on the floor in the rec room." the Texan replied. "You did not think it wise to take him to the infirmary?" "Figured it’d be even wiser to wait for your advice." "I see," was his simple reply as they stepped into the room. Scout’s clammy, weak form was curled and shivering on the floor, surrounded by the Sniper, the Spy and the Demoman, and after his thirty something years of experience in his profession Medic still found the state the young man was in startling. His skin was slick with sweat and his eyes were closed tight. His shirt was soaked and there was vomit staining the scarf around his neck and the floor around him. There was a considerable amount of it still on the navy cloth of Spy’s suit, which the Frenchman was desperately scrubbing in an attempt to save it. "Took ye long enough to get here," scoffed the Scotsman. Medic walked straight past him, knelt at the young man’s side and immediately began examining him. "I was busy," the doctor said, matter-of-factly. "Doing what, might I ask?" Spy asked with a slight smirk on his lips as he scrubbed chunks of the Scout’s vomit out of his pinstriped jacket with an air of disgust. "I had some… forms to fill in." The Frenchman’s smirk dropped. "Because of course, filling in forms requires flushed cheeks, bedroom hair and rumpled clothes, doesn’t it, Docteur?" "Aye, and I’ll bet Heavy’s been in his own room all night too?" Demoman sneered. "Alright, lads. We all know what he’s been up to," Sniper decided to interject in his usual calm tone, "Let the man do his job." "Danke, Herr Sniper. How long has Scout been like this?" "Very sorry," Spy spat, cutting off what Medic was saying, "but I really don’t think satisfying his libido is more important than Scout’s wellbeing, so I’m going to take issue." "Well, you’re certainly one to talk, Herr," Medic jeered. "Zhe amount of times you’ve been late to a battle because you vere too busy screwing Herr Sniper up against the nearest-†“That’s quite enough, thank you,†Spy interrupted. Sniper frowned but said nothing. “Then shut up and let me do my job,†Medic snapped. Spy fell silent. “How long has he been in this condition?†the German repeated. Engineer looked at the clock and then back at Scout. “Ten minutes, or thereabouts.†“Did he complain of any other symptoms before he became like this?†“He mentioned he wasn’t feeling too good yesterday; said he was dizzy and faint, and he’s been moaning about a pounding headache all day.†“Yesterday? Has he respawned since then?†“Yeah, that was just before yesterday’s match, and you know how badly we lost. Must a’ respawned a hundred times since.†“And yet his symptoms persist… Scout, can you hear me?†Scout didn’t reply. His whole body was shuddering even worse now than before and the eyes of all men present were upon his weak little form. Silence sang around them as Medic continued trying to figure out what the issue was, but the warm stillness was interrupted by constant whines and shouts and gasps from Scout, stuck shivering in his restless non-sleep. The Engineer was the one to finally end it. “What are you thinking, Doc? Is he going to be okay?†“I… I cannot say for certain.†“You don’t know what’s wrong,†Spy said. It wasn’t a question. More of an accusation. “I have a few ideas, but I can’t be sure. I’ll have to move him to the infirmary and-†“Doktor? Is tiny Scout okay?†came an unmistakable voice from the doorway. Medic saw the heads of everyone but Scout turn to look at him out of the corners of his eyes. “I don’t know, Schatz.†he admitted, his eyes transfixed on his patient as he stood up. “Would you be so kind as to please pick him up and take him to the infirmary?†“Да, of course.†He agreed. quickly scooping the young, fragile American into his arms. He looked to Medic, and the doctor could see in his face how worried he was. “Danke. If you’ll excuse us, Herren.†he said quietly, and the three of them left. Once they were gone, Sniper turned to Spy. “Spook, what the hell’s wrong with you? You’ve been like this all friggin’ day.†“He’s right, you know,†chipped in the Engineer. “Like what?†Sniper paused for a second, trying to find the right word. “…Confrontational. Every little thing seems to get your goat today.†“What are you blithering on about?†“You raggin’ on at Medic all the time. You had a go at him at lunch n’all.†“He neglected to heal me when I was at in dire need of assistance in this morning’s match, despite my incessantly calling out his title. If he had healed me, I would have been able to backstab their Medic before he übercharged his Heavy.†“Oh yeah, because a Spy calling out for Medic so much isn’t going to arouse his suspicion at all. He’d have thought you were the enemy Spy.†“We won that one anyway, didn’t we?†Demoman added. “Yeah, completely thrashed them. Look, whatever’s on your mind right now, cool it. There’s no reason to take it out on Medic, or anyone. So chill out.†Spy scowled and mumbled something profane in French. “D’you think Scout’s gonna be alright?†Sniper asked quietly, directing his attention to the Engineer. “I don’t know, Stretch. But he’s in good hands, I don’t think we’ve got too much to worry about. All we can do now, is wait.†*** All the remaining members of BLU that were awake studied Medic’s tired, ragged countenance as he slipped out of his infirmary alongside his Heavy, and knew instantly that the news was not going to be happy. Heavy placed a loving hand on the German’s slack shoulder. The doctor looked up at all the expectant faces, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Scout… is dead. I… zhere vas nothing I could do…†he sighed. “Bullshit,†Spy said flatly. “I’m sorry?†“Bullshit. If you had gotten to him earlier, you would have saved him.†“There’s no guarantee of that.†Medic responded sombrely. “Do you remember when Heavy had that cold a few months ago? We had suffered a humiliating defeat, and he had respawned so much in that battle that the cold he did not inform me of immediately had mutated with each respawn to a point where it could no longer be called a cold. Nothing I gave him for it worked properly; he just had to sleep it off. I think, then, Scout might have been suffering from a mutated strain of something much stronger than a cold. He didn’t respond to anything I gave him, and if I had known he was ill any earlier he still wouldn’t have.†“I-†Spy began, but Engineer stopped him. “The doc tried his best, Spy, and you know he’s the best at what he does, if a little enthusiastic at times. If he says he couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t do anything.†“Thank you for understanding, Herr.†“Why the hell are we even fussing about this? If he’s dead, he’ll have respawned, right?†Demoman added. The hand on Medic’s shoulder squeezed tighter. “…Actually, his body is still inside.†The gathering recoiled with a shout. “Still? He hasn’t gone?†“Nein, und judging by how pale und lax he has become, he isn’t going to.†He was trying so hard to suppress the waver in his voice but the accent slipping evermore through revealed to his audience that he was not nearly as calm as he was attempting to present himself. “So what you’re saying…†the Scotsman hesitated, “Is that the lad’s dead permanently?†“…Zhat seems to be zhe case, yes.†Nobody said anything more. Nobody knew how to react, what to think, what to ask, what to do. They just stood there. Medic cleared his throat and decided to break the silence. “I’ll go ring zhe higher ups. Alert them of zhe situation.†“THE HIGHER UPS ARE ALREADY AWARE OF THE SITUATION, MEDIC,†boomed the Administrator over the intercom, startling the small gathering. There was something odd about her voice. “OUR ENGINEERS ARE TRYING TO FIND THE FAULT IN THE RESPAWN SYSTEM NOW, I SUGGEST YOU DO THE SAME, MISTER CONAGHER. YOU BUILT IT, AFTER ALL.†she continued. Concern. That’s what was odd. She sounded concerned. “I’ll get right on it, ma’am†Engineer obeyed, retreating in the direction of the respawn machine. “SPY, I KNOW YOU’RE THINKING OF CALLING HIS MOTHER. DON’T. NOT YET.†“Why not?†“I TOLD YOU NOT TO. THAT’S WHY. DON’T ARGUE.†“What IN THE HELL is all this shouting about?!†shouted Soldier, storming over in his vest and boxers, with his helmet obscuring his eyes and his shovel clutched in his hand. “You maggots woke me in the middle of some very important strategising!†He pointed the business end of his entrenching tool threateningly at Medic. “You, Cupcake. Explain!†Medic opened his mouth to speak but the Administrator got there first. “SCOUT IS DEAD, SOLDIER, AND THE MACHINE IS NOT BRINGING HIM BACK. SORRY TO INTERRUPT YOUR BEAUTY SLEEP ON SUCH A TRIVIAL MATTER.†“…Scout’s dead?†he said softly, lowering his weapon. “Yes, it would seem he is.†the German confirmed. “Oh.†“NEEDLESS TO SAY, FIGHTS ARE POSTPONED UNTIL THE MATTER IS RESOLVED. WE DON’T WANT TO LOSE ANY MORE OF YOU. YOU’RE NOT EASY OR CHEAP TO REPLACE. MEDIC, I WANT YOU TO PUT HIS BODY IN THE MORGUE.†“Frau, ve don’t have a morgue. Ve have never had any need for one.†“OF COURSE YOU DO. THIS BASE IS THE SAME DESIGN AS THE ONES WE USED IN THE OTHER WAR, BACK BEFORE THE RESPAWN SYSTEM. BACK WHEN PEOPLE DYING HORRIBLY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BATTLE WAS A DAILY REALITY, RATHER THAN A MINOR INCONVENIENCE.†“…Vhere is it?†“JUDGING BY THE MAP MISS PAULING JUST HANDED TO ME, THE DOOR TO IT IS IN YOUR ROOM. WE JUST CLEANED OUT THE CORPSES AND PUT A WARDROBE OVER THE ENTRANCE.†“That explains vhy my room gets so cold inexplicably,†Medic muttered. Soldier tapped him on the shoulder. “Hang on, Sally, if he’s dead why hasn’t he just respawned?†“We don’t know, Herr Engineer just went to go check on the machine. But as of yet, he has not.†“Huh. So, uh, what’s the plan?†“THERE IS NO PLAN. WE NEVER PLANNED FOR SUCH AN EVENTUALITY. NOW I WANT THE REST OF YOU NOW TO GO TO SLEEP. THAT’S THE ONLY THING YOU CAN DO FOR NOW. WE WILL OF COURSE KEEP YOU UP TO DATE ON THE SITUATION, AND MISS PAULING WILL BE ARRIVING ON BASE WITHIN THE NEXT FEW DAYS†“Hang on, what?†came a different, but familiar female voice from somewhere behind the Administrator. “SHH. NOW, ALL OF YOU GO TO SLEEP. ITS ALL YOU CAN DO. GOOD NIGHT, BLU TEAM.†The intercom clicked off. Soldier looked sheepishly up at Medic. “Sorry for yelling at you, Princess.†“Already forgotten it happened,†the doctor said with a half smile. “I guess we should do what she said, then,†Sniper said quietly. The men gathered round murmured their agreement. "I’ll tell you one thing, though," Demoman commented as the team members headed back to their rooms, "I don’t want to be the one to tell Pyro in the morning. See you in the morning, lads.†Medic and Heavy were the only ones still standing outside the infirmary doors once the others had dispersed. “I suppose I had better place Scout’s body in the morgue, then,†the older man sighed, hitching his glasses up onto his forehead in order to rub his eyes. The hand on his shoulder had moved to rest on his hip and the man it belonged to hugged him tightly. They spent a few moments in that embrace before Medic spoke again. “Heavy, you, um, go off to bed like the others if you want to while I do this; I’ll be along shortly.†“Ðет. Would prefer to stay with you. And you look like you would prefer me to stay too.†“I would, Heavy. Gott im Himmel, I would.â€
Part three! Medic awoke with a start and was greeted by midnight black all around him and the sound of the rain beating down above his head. With great difficulty, he tried to recall what visions had woken him from his restless slumber, but found them too intangible to remember clearly, though the racing of his pulse, the rapidity of his breathing and the sheer terror he still felt told him that probably was a good thing. He sat up, pawing at the bedside table for his glasses as he fought to calm himself. Undisturbed by his companion’s sudden movement, the warm body next to him breathed rhythmically. He found that the sound of the soft breath falling out of Heavy’s lips while the taller man slept rather soothing, and soon found himself relaxing. With a weary hand, he wiped the sweat from his brow and once the uncomfortable feeling in his chest marking his terror faded, he got up out of bed. The rain above them brought with it a chill that ran down Medic’s spine like a crawling insect, and his instinct was to reach into his wardrobe to retrieve his dressing gown. Yet when he looked up at the wardrobe, it was not where it used to be, and his eyes instead fell on the miserable door to the mortuary, with its single occupant only a few short metres away. He turned away from it, occupying his distressed mind instead with the simple task of procuring his dressing gown and wrapping it around himself. In the morning, he would deal with his grief but tonight, he was going to get back into bed, cuddle up to Heavy and fall back to sleep. A clatter disturbed the stillness of the room, ringing and metallic. Medic snapped to face the sound in alarm, ripped from his reverie by it, and found himself staring once again at that door. It wasn’t a loud noise; in fact it was almost drowned out by the tempest raging outside. Yet, he was sure he hadn’t imagined it coming from within. He glanced briefly back at Heavy, so tranquil and undisturbed, then he turned his attention back to the mystery noise from behind the door. He couldn’t think what logically could have caused it, and his thoughts buzzed with possibilities. His hand trembled as it grasped the door handle and with bated breath, he opened the door. The room was by all accounts the way he had left it: freezing and partially in a state of disrepair, making him glad of his dressing gown. Rusty equipment atop counters lined the right side of the room while cold chambers covered the left wall. As he stepped further into the morgue, leaving the door open with the intent to retreat shortly through it, he could assume by the stillness that if whatever had caused the sound was living, it was gone now. Probably a rat or something. His steps echoed in the small room, and he found himself idling thinking about his predecessors, the doctors who worked tirelessly day in and day out in this mortuary. In an environment without death, it was sickeningly easy to think of war as sport. What was a bullet in the exact replica of your friend’s skull when he would be back safe and relatively sound in twenty seconds? Yet the doctors who worked here before, if the current war was any kind of accurate template, dealt with dozens upon dozens of deaths daily. He was struggling to deal with one. One of the first things Medic learned when becoming a war medic in the Other War was to not get attached to his comrades, as they were as likely as he was to be killed at any given moment. It was one of the first things he had forgotten upon coming here. He had grown close to his colleagues; they were all at once his close friends, his valuable allies and his family. He had met Heavy here, and was able to share with him a love that could never be if every time a Spy got in a lucky backstab and a halo of blood formed around where his lifeless corpse lay still on the ground, it was forever. When he brutally and callously sawed through a man’s neck until both their chests were drenched in the gore and the unhappy victim was gasping for breath that wasn’t going to come, he could sleep easily in the knowledge that they were going to be perfectly fine. When a teammate fell on the battlefield, it was not thoughts of grief or anger that crossed his mind, but ones of self-deprecation for not healing them in time. The death of a patient on the battlefield or on the operating table became irritating but trivial. And somewhere deep in his mind, that terrified him. That hadn’t been the case with Scout. The boy had slipped through his fingers far, far too easily, and part of the reason why he was so upset was because he had let him. He could have tried harder, fought to keep Scout alive, but he didn’t. He bitterly remembered thinking that Respawn would save him if he had failed to, so he needn’t be trying so hard. And he’d listened. He stopped walking when he realised he was standing adjacent to Scout’s drawer. Medic didn’t open it just to check that its occupant was still dead, even though the urge to do so shoved its way to the forefront of his mind. Instead, he cast his gaze to the floor, looking for what must have dropped. Then, on the floor near where he’d come in, he saw it. Scout’s headset. The one that should still be on Scout’s head. It had been a gruelling task, placing the body of his friend in there, one etched into his memory. He was very, very sure Scout was wearing his hat and headset the last time he saw him; just as the drawer was shut. Every possible explanation he could think of, every situation resulting in Scout’s headset not being on his head ran through his thoughts at once and none of them made any sense to him. He strode over and picked it up. It was definitely what it couldn’t be. He turned it over in his hand, looking around again for something that might answer his burning question without physically opening Scout’s chamber and looking at his sad, lifeless body. He found nothing. The doctor released the breath he had been unconsciously holding and set the headset down on a counter. Not tonight, he decided. Look tomorrow, when you’re calm and rational again. With these thoughts echoing in his mind, drowning out the mad conclusions forming in his head, he turned towards the door. He definitely didn’t remember closing it. He stared at it, immobile and the ache of fear in his chest returned as strong as ever. Hanging on the doorknob, still swinging forlornly like it had just been hung there a few seconds before, was Scout’s cap. Medic’s heart hammered in his chest as hard as the rain hammered against the roof. And then, suddenly, it didn’t.
so it seems okay enough but i couldn't get past the first part because that is NOT how fisting works and it upset me enough that i stopped reading. i'm not trying to be mean, not at all, i understand being unfamiliar with sexual acts. when i was a wee writer i made the same mistakes. but as someone who has indeed had a fist up their ass (a fist belonging to a large, six-foot-five man), reading that fisting scene... oh my god, no, that is not how fisting works. that would have torn medic's asshole open, man. especially with how big heavy is? medic would have been dying of blood loss practically. like not stretched the butthole, i mean it would have blown his o-ring OUT. snapped it like a rubber band, man. just... be nicer to buttholes next time, okay?
I have to agree with the fisting part, it wasn't very realistic since Heavy's hands are almost as big as Medic's torso. Still, I kept going. Now I'm hooked. I smell the zombie fortress here and I can't wait to see if my suspicions are correct. I don't see any problems with the way you write, it's easy to read and flawless in my eye. I love your sense of humor. Just imagining Spy being more worried about his suit than Scout made me chuckle. A twisted part of me wants to see Spy dying just so Sniper would cry. or the other way round. Anyway, keep up the good work. I hope to hear more from you soon.
|>4 I promise to be much kinder to Medic's butt in future Compared to the rest of the fic, I really dislike that first segment, and I was seriously considering rewriting a better, possibly more sfw version. Your feedback has pretty much solidified that that will happen, so thank you. very sorry that stopped you reading the rest of it |>5 I can neither confirm nor deny the presence of zombies. Neither can I confirm or deny that something bad will happen to Spy. Mostly because I have no idea. Thank you for your comments, here's part 4 (please don't yell at me for having VHS tapes in 1968, they have colour surveillance and Australium Induced Plausability): With the cushion of Respawn there to support them, none of them had considered in a very long time that any of their number might fall while they were safe within range. They were scared. No fault with respawn was found, in the end, even after checks upon further checks. It was working perfectly fine, and that was more agitating than being told there was a problem. The gloomy air that had settled in the BLU base like an awful stench was only partially masked by the smell of bacon frying as the Engineer sought to lift everyone’s spirits at least a tiny amount with a fried breakfast. "Why the hell isn’t she answering?" Spy growled, slamming the phone back on the receiver and storming back into the kitchen for the third time in so many minutes. Sniper didn’t look up from his breakfast. His aviators and his hat were absent, and his face was sullen and unshaven. It was not often they got to wake up at whatever time suited them but in these unhappy circumstances none of them really felt like they deserved the lie in. "Prob’ly ‘cos she’s got just as many answers as the rest of us," Demoman commented, sat next to him. He too was without his hat and a morning’s shave. Sniper sighed. "Just leave it, Spook. Miss Pauling’ll be here any second, then we might learn something about what the higher ups are thinking. Sit down, be patient and eat your goddamn bacon before it gets cold." As he spoke, Sniper expected a snide comment from the Frenchman but none came as Spy sat and indeed began picking at his breakfast. "Is Pyro up yet?" the Frenchman asked. “No, not yet. Still sleeping,†answered Engineer from the kitchen area. “Who’s going to be the one to tell it?†“I think you should, Truckie. You’re much better at the gentle approach than the rest of us,†Sniper suggested. "Alright. I’ll let him eat his breakfast first though. Food tastes better when you’re in good spirits, I find," He agreed, and arranged another plateful for Pyro. Rubbing his eyes, Heavy came into to the room just as the Engineer headed out, plate in hand. “Oh, mornin’, Heavy,†he greeted. “I’ll be back in in a sec to make yours.†Heavy smiled weakly down at him. “Is alright, Engineer. Am not very hungry. Can wait. Has Doktor come in for breakfast yet?†“No, I ain’t seen him.†“Hasn’t been in here,†Sniper answered as Engineer headed down the hall. "Hmm. Is not like him. Usually we wake together." “Maybe he went for a walk outside or something, clear his thoughts. This can’t be easy on him.†“This is not easy on any of us,†Spy mumbled, poking disinterestedly at his eggs. "Aye, that it isn’t," Demoman acknowledged. Heavy thought for a second. “Is possible he has gone for a walk, but do not think he would go outside in this weather in just bedclothes,†Heavy pointed out. Demoman shrugged. “Hmm. Dunno where he is then. Sorry.†Heels clacked on tile outside and nobody spoke again until their wearer entered the room. Her usual purple dress had been exchanged for an oversized highnecked sweater of a similar hue and a woollen skirt in light of the sudden change in temperature on base. Her hair was neatly out of her face in a bun but a few strands had managed to escape. “Morning, everyone,†Miss Pauling greeted, addressing them all with a half-smile. "Mornin’, Lass." greeted Demoman. "Good morning, Miss Pauling, do you know where Doktor is?" asked Heavy. “You haven’t seen him?†“Ðет.†Her face grew sullen. “…Your VCR still works, right?†“Aye,†answered the Scotsman, “Not that we have any tapes to put on, but it can do.†“Not much point in givin’ us such hi tech stuff imported straight from home without any bloody tapes,†Sniper added. “I’ll try and pull some strings.†“Why’d’you ask, lass?†the Scotsman asked. “I need to show you guys something.†She set her bag down on the table and pulled out a large black tape. The small television set that normally would be playing the highlights from the last Sox game, or the latest episode of Star Trek at this time on a day off instead sat quiet and still until she turned it on. She inserted the tape, fiddled with the controls and the monochrome image of a bedroom leapt onto the screen. "What are we looking at here?" “Is Doktor’s room,†Heavy pointed out. “Yes, it is.†In the bottom left corner of the screen, two figures were curled up to each other on a bed. For a few seconds, the room was still but suddenly, the smaller of the two stirred and sat up. He got up out of bed and after a moment’s hesitation, went into the wardrobe and put on a dressing gown and headed back to bed. Heavy furrowed his brow. “Doktor got up in the night?†“Keep watching,†she insisted. On the screen, Medic stopped in his tracks and turned to face the large metal door. Again he paused for a few seconds, then he entered through. “But, why would he get up to go in there?†“I was hoping to ask him.†“You have camera inside?†“I’m afraid not. It’s part of the old building, it was never meant to be used by you guys, so we never thought to install cameras in there. It’s the only place on base we don’t have them.†“Bloody unsettling, that is,†Sniper mumbled. She ignored him and pressed fast forward. Aside from Heavy occasionally rolling over in his sleep and the staticy grey lines over the footage, the image was still. "He didn’t leave. All night. I was sat watching myself." “So he’s still in there?†Sniper suggested. “I don’t know.†She said. “Let’s go find out.†—- "Gawd, this place is giving me goosebumps," Sniper stated, rubbing his arms. "And not just ‘cause it’s cold." “Hello? Medic?†called Miss Pauling. “Doktor?†Heavy shouted. No answer came. “I don’t think he’s in here, love. At least not any more.†“It would definitely seem- what’s that?†she asked, spotting some liquid on the floor. “Is that blood?†She strode over to it, followed by her companions. A few tiny red drops, no more than six or seven. Sniper crouched down next to it. “Blood, yeah. Not even fully dry yet.†he answered, dabbing it. Tiny, ghostly crosses rose from the disturbance. “An’ I’d bet money it’s Medic’s.†—- "Did you find him?" Spy asked, still tucking away at his bacon when the search party walked in. He was joined by Demoman and Engineer, who was sat away from him with his gaze firmly on Pyro, who was sat forlornly in front of TV, engrossed in "The Trouble with Tribbles" and occasionally making soft whimpering noises from under the mask. “Unfortunately not,†Miss Pauling answered. “I see you’ve told Pyro the news. Thank you. I was afraid that was going to have to be my job.†The Texan turned to look at her, briefly. He smiled a little in acknowledgement, then went back to watching his friend. “Find any clues to where he’s gone?†Demoman inquired. “We found some of what we’re sure is his blood on the floor, but that-“ “Who’re we looking for?†asked Soldier, entering the room and the conversation in an uncharacteristicaly subdued manner. “Medic,†Miss Pauling answered. “He’s unconscious on the floor in Resupply.†Heavy jolted at the cool manner with which Soldier relayed this information. "My God, is he alright?" “Sleeping like a baby, as far as I can tell. Any idea why he’s in there?†“Ðет, I-†he began, before his worry took over. “Excuse me,†he said, almost as an afterthought, as he nudged Soldier out of the way and hurried down the corridor. “Why the Hell is he in there?†Sniper asked, following Heavy with Soldier and Miss Pauling at his heels. “I came in to ask you maggots that exact question,†Soldier asked. On the cold tile floor of resupply, Medic lay on his side, his body pressed back first into the left wall. He slept peacefully. “Doktor!†cried Heavy, rushing to his side and gently shaking the doctor awake. His eyes fluttered open, and he began to stir. “Uughhh…ah!†he exclaimed, regaining the strength to look around at his surroundings. “Wha-Vhere am I? Heavy? This isn’t-“ “You are in Resupply.†“In Resupply?†“Your are so cold, Doktor, and pale. You are unwell?†Miss Pauling furrowed her brow. “Do you know why you’re in here?†“Nein, nein, I don’t…†“You don’t remember?†“Nein. All I remember is falling asleep with Heavy, and then waking just now.†“Nothing else?†“Nein. Other than that, my mind is a blank.†Heavy helped him to stand, then he looked over at Miss Pauling’s concerned face. Medic’s gaze followed his lover’s. Around him the faces of everyone except Soldier mirrored hers. Even Heavy’s. “What’s wrong?†“There’s something you should see. Come.â€
Thank you for this chapter! I have no criticism to give you, other than that I enjoyed reading this very much.
Call me crazy but it's actually pretty nice to have a story with a plot again. Not that I wouldn't mind porn too, that would be a very pleasant surprise.
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Okay, so this is officially abandoned. Expiration Date took all my headcanons for respawn and how it works and can be hypothetically used, stomped on it, set it on fire, then danced in the ashes. I can't think of a way around it. So, to make up for that a little bit here's a little bit from a little further down the plot. Apologies for the sad. ... He exhaled slowly, his eyes closed, seeming to revel in the simple sensation of being able to move, to feel. Every shift in the air was amazingly poignant against his skin; each caress of the wind on his face like a callous, icy hand. He had such a smile of pure contentment on his face that Heavy found it difficult to look at him. “You don’t understand,†he said quietly. It was without emotion, a simple honest statement. Heavy finally found the courage to look upon that handsome face. His skin was waxy, almost translucent, displaying the intricate array of blood vessels under the surface. His uniform was bloody and disheveled, his hair miraculously still perfect, and his gloves were absent. “How can I, Doktor?†Heavy replied at last. “How can I possibly understand ?†“Without experiencing it for yourself? You can’t.†He let in another breath, feeling every strand of muscle fiber between his ribs contract to allow it into his body. He opened his eyes. They were milky and clouded, the moon behind Heavy’s head reflected beautifully in them. Heavy tried, oh how he tried to find some trace of the man he knew before in them, but he saw nothing. “I feel… simplified,†the German before him explained, “like I have been drained of all I was before and have become something …else.†“What does that mean, Doktor? Please…†Heavy implored, taking a step forward. Medic stood up straight, and for a moment seemed almost like himself. “The thing that infected Scout, it’s intelligent. I know it,†He paced around a little, “It knew that the regenerative property of my blood was the only thing to hand that could sustain his feeble body. That’s why it made him kill me that night.†He spoke with a familiar confidence that made Heavy’s heart ache. “So he could drink from you?†“Yes, and keep its host functioning for a little while longer. And why it targeted me as its next victim. It must have looked into Scout’s memories, learned that because of my constant regeneration, if it used me as its host instead, I would not need to do the same.†“What is it? You talk of it as though it is alive.†“I don’t know. It's nothing I have ever encountered anything like before. But I think it is looking for something. Or was looking for something. It feels …lost.†“Lost?†“Like it had a purpose, but is unsure what that purpose is. It thinks almost like a machine, finding the most efficient way to achieving its goal, physically changing Scout into a killing machine because that’s what it needed him to be but it corrupted and it doesn’t know what that goal is. So it is trying to do to me what it did to Scout.†“Why?†“In lieu of what it actually needed me for, I suppose,†he shrugged. “I think my regeneration is keeping it at bay for now. But I don’t have much time,†he stated, the calm in his voice eerie. “It is taking a great deal of self-control just to stand here and speak to you, Liebe.†“I see,†was all Heavy said in response, but the look on his face said much more. “Whatever this is, it is very dangerous and very, very powerful. My senses have grown acute, I can feel every tiny movement in my body and on my skin, smell the other team’s Spy’s cheap cigarettes from here, hear our Scout struggle to breathe through three walls. Despite how cloudy my eyes may appear I can see better than I have been able to for ten years. On top of that, I have been granted some strange and wondrous abilities, some that I wasn’t aware it was even possible for a human to be able to do.†“Like what?†He closed his eyes and concentrated. The wind seemed to whip at his hair. Then, a few of the roof tiles around his feet dislodged and began to float around his waist. Heavy stared, awestruck, at the tiles and the man controlling them. Once Medic opened his eyes, the tiles slammed themselves into the rooftop and shattered. “Do you understand yet?†Heavy just continued to stare. “Heavy?†He took another step towards his lover. Medic jerked backwards as he did, a brief panic crossing his features. Heavy was looking at him so earnestly, yet he still didn’t understand. He sighed, then, with no small amount of reluctance, he gazed directly into those big, blue, loving eyes. “Kiss me,†the German ordered, his voice iron. Those words, the command in his voice, dove straight into Heavy’s mind and overrode his own thoughts. He felt his arms wrap around him and their lips collide before he was even aware of them doing so. Medic’s lips were ice, cold and purplish, alien but so familiar. The body close to his was stiff and unyielding even as Heavy held him close and obeyed. His body refused to listen to him, enthralled by the command but he did not give in. He was shaking with the effort of trying but he could not tear himself from the Teuton. Eventually, Medic pulled away sharply. “Release me,†he instructed, and Heavy fell away. His eyes expressed his horror as he stumbled backwards, panting, away from the terrifying apparition that was the man he loved. “You were… inside my head, Doktor. Controlling me, like a puppet.†The heartbreak in his voice was jarring. Medic looked down again, almost as if out of shame. “This thing has made me want it, made me love the power, the simplicity. I can’t resent it for what it’s done to me. Yet…†he sighed, “that kiss… I felt no love, no elation, no arousal like I should have done.†“You didn’t feel anything?†“…That’s not what I said.†“What do you mean?†“It’s almost funny really,†he chuckled without mirth, “given Demo’s wild theory that Scout had become a vampire when we found that he had been the one to attack me.†“What are you talking about?†“You can’t understand how much I want to tear into your throat and gorge myself on you, drain you until I feel your life ebbing away and you are dead and cold like me.†There was an undertone in his voice, like a predatory growl, that knifed Heavy with a sliver of fear. Bile rose in his throat, though he was unsure if it was a product of his fear or the notion that his Medic could make him feel like that. No. This was not his Medic, this was not the man he loved, even if he shared his face, a voice. His Doktor… Of course it was his Doktor. “Doktor, you are not dead. Is not possible you are dead, you are stood talking to me, how can you…?†“If I am not now, I soon will be. Or close to it, †Medic said plainly, and by the way he was tensing his shoulders and gritting his teeth, he wasn’t exaggerating. Heavy shook his head. “Ðет. I will not accept this.†“I’m sorry, Heavy. I am. But-.†“ÐЕТ!†he shouted. He took another step towards him, fists clenched and tears stinging in the corners of his eyes. “No, whatever this is, whatever is happening to you, we will do everything we can to help you. If it takes until the end of my life, I promise you, my sweetest Doktor, you will be yourself again.†There was such defiance in his words, such hostility for the very idea that this was goodbye that Medic was reminded why he had loved him in life. “Myself-?†His voice was barely a whisper. A small shift in his expression gave away the traces of hope shimmering on the edges of his mind and Heavy swore, just for a moment, he could see the faint blue of his irises underneath all the clouding. Heavy seized his hand in his own, and held it tight. It was inhumanly cold to the touch, as his lips had been. Then, he pulled him into an embrace. For a second, a half second Medic thought he felt a familiar spark in his chest as Heavy held him tight. He hugged back almost as hard, latching onto the warmth, hoping to stay there forever. Then, he realised that it was not the right kind of spark. It grew maddening. The heat of the other man’s body so close to his own, the arms wrapped around him. The neck so close to his mouth. Fresh blood. To his new heightened senses and his burning hunger, his lover was torture embodied. “Doktor, you are shaking.†“Am I?†Medic asked softly, almost a laugh. “Doktor?†“Heavy, listen to me. I need you to run. Get as far away from me as you can, now.†“Doktor, what-?†Heavy pulled himself away. “If you don’t run now, my self control will not last long enough for you to get away.†His eyes flicked from Heavy’s throat to lock with his. “Run.â€
I've been lurking on and off this site for a few months...first time commenting. I love your story and it's a shame you've scrapped it, even with the respawn inaccuracies that honestly don't matter to me. I can't find anything wrong with it at all, frankly...and I'm actually clinging onto the hope that you'll change your mind and carry on.
So sorry to hear you're quitting this :/ I'm willing to be nobody here would have cared even if your description of the respawn differs from the "official" version. There are so many variations of it already.