Here, to the delight of TwoRefined and to the dismay of Ze Doktor and everyone else waiting for more Coldfront, is a side-project I promised Furei ages back. Hope you like it, sorry for the wait. --------------------------------------------------------------- The Engineer and the Medic were tackling some kind of complicated maintenance on the Respawn system. The Texan was head-down, waist-deep in the components, while the German waited aloofly for output. Periodically, he would scrape... something... off the floor of the Respawn chamber and look at it under a microscope. "Nein, ze cellular structure is still unstable," he announced, looking up from the latest specimen. "Dang." The Engineer's voice echoed metallically from inside the machine. "How about now?" Another small patch of slime materialised. Meanwhile, the Heavy and the Soldier loitered in the base's armoury, stripping, cleaning and reassembling their weapons. It was a task they both enjoyed, though the Soldier was prone to lecture his weapons on Honour and Discipline while the Heavy sang lovingly to his. Today, however, the Soldier had been unusually quiet. He appeared to be thinking, unlikely as that was. "Heavy," he barked abruptly. "Are you and the Medic fruits together?" "What is... 'fruits?'" The Heavy glanced over at him. Although he wasn't familiar with the slang, he thought he knew what the tone meant. "Fairies, queers, gay homosexuals! Do you and that Kraut engage in horizontal fraternization?!" The Heavy wracked his brain, but could not remember the correct English phrasing for "what's it to ya?" He would have to visit the Scout for a refresher course on American colloquialisms. He settled for shrugging his shoulders in such a way as to call attention to the fact that he was fucking huge, and saying, "Yes, why?" The Soldier sat open-mouthed for a moment, disarmed by this frank admission, and then muttered, "Do you think I could get Engie to do it to me?" The Heavy boomed out a laugh. "Do not laugh at me!" the Soldier roared. "I have no problem with sending you through Respawn as many times as it takes to wipe that smirk off your face!" "Sorry-" the big Russian suppressed his chuckles. "So sorry, I make mistake." "Keep laughing, it'll be the last mistake you make," the Soldier warned. "I need intel, and you have it. How do I get the Engineer to- to..." The American looked around nervously. "To Foxtrot-Underwear-Camouflage-Kinky me?" "Is not so hard," the Heavy smiled. He'd seen the Americans looking longingly at each other across the mess hall. "Is just to ask." "That's it?" The Soldier looked skeptical. "Just order him to present his privates for inspection?" The Heavy stared silently, daunted by the twin challenges of the language barrier and the Soldier's monumental lack of tact. "No," he sighed at last. "Is- is easy. Just do usual way. Hold hands." He extended a giant paw toward the Soldier, and took his hand carefully. "Then what?" The Soldier seized the Heavy's hand in a bone-crushing handshake. "Say a nice thing. You like his sentry, you like his laugh." "I do like the way he wears a helmet... then what? Do I kiss him?" "If he smiles, if he tilts head, maybe you try." The Heavy illustrated with an appealing glance, and got more than he had bargained for. The Soldier kissed like he was storming the beach at Normandy, all muscle and force and invading tongue. "Gentle, gentle!" The Heavy peeled the American off his face. "Is not fight! Is little conversation." He seized the Soldier's chin and tilted the American's face. "Like this." He kissed the Soldier tenderly, letting their lips become acquainted before slipping in his tongue. Deepening the kiss, the Heavy leaned the Soldier back, enjoying the novel taste and texture of the American's mouth. His lips were fuller than the Medic's, his cheeks rougher. The Heavy enjoyed feeling the man's muscles soften as he relaxed into the kiss, and wondered whether something else was hardening in turn. He put a hand on the Soldier's knee, sliding up toward his thigh. The American responded enthusiastically, spreading his legs and wrapping his arms around the Heavy's waist. "Oh... nnn... don't stop, you Russki maggot." He let the Heavy stroke his cock through his wool trousers. "You really think Engie will go for this?" "Is worth to try," the Heavy said philosophically. "Now, you touch my gun." He moved the Soldier's hand to his own erection. "I never touched another man's piece before," the Soldier admitted, gripping until his knuckles were white. "Aght-" the Heavy pried the American's hand loose. "I see this. Again, gentle, gentle." He demonstrated his technique on the Soldier's cock. The Soldier tried again, eagerly unzipping the Heavy's fly to get a better look at what he was doing. The Russian's erection pushed free, an intercontinental ballistic missile coming into view. "I can see why they call you Fat Man," the Soldier said as he stared. The Heavy chuckled, and deftly undid the Soldier's fly. Under the big man's guidance, they practised making out and mutual masturbation for a while. The Soldier seemed to be following orders well, until- "Heavy!" The Medic's shocked tone rang through the armoury.
I'm caught between laughing at the scene, cringing at the...mistake? And laughing again at the image of Soldier trying to court Engineer.
DUN DUN DUN
Someone mentions Coldfront. The sentence does not contain "has a new chapter." I rage. But I really like how this is going. It is like a good consolation prize. But seriously, this is good.
Oh, please continue!
You have to continue this...I pray to the God of fanfiction that there will be many quick updates.
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Damn. This is hot. I agree with the above statements; this should be continued!
my exact words upon reading: YEEEESSSSS. I am excite. Soldier awkwardly figuring out homosexual relations is one of my favorite things ever. Mayhap Medic can help with the next stage of the lesson?
OMG MARTY I LOVE YOU! If I think this is the story marty was talking about in chat awhile back. I think a may melt.. this is so terribly sexy!
I love this! Oh dear, I wasn't expecting this when I started to read, but I loved it :D. Normally not into Heavy / Solly, but this seems like fun. Please update fast ^^
Oh God. Heavy and Soldier together are one of my favorite pairings and they barely ever get love together. YOU HAVE MY ETERNAL GRATITUDE.
>>11 For Christ's sake - cut it out with the emoticons, newbie.
Glad you're all enjoying this! ---------------------------------------- The Heavy looked up guiltily from the Soldier's cock- he had been expecting the Respawn maintenance to go on much longer, and thought that what the Medic didn't know wouldn't hurt him, or get anyone disemboweled with a bonesaw. Now, though, his lover was standing in the door, eyes narrowed, with the Engineer behind him. The Texan's eyes were hidden by his goggles, but they were probably open as wide as his gaping mouth. Moreover, he was blushing the colour of a bad sunburn. "Doktor, I-" the Heavy began, but the Medic's face was frozen in a peculiar expression. "This is not what it looks like!" the Soldier roared. "It is a training exercise!" "Do continue, " the Medic purred, mouth spreading into a broad grin. "Don't you think we should observe, Herr Engineer?" "I, uh, oh shoot." The Texan took off his helmet to clasp it over his groin. "Solly, I had no idea you- I mean, I was gonna ask, but I-" "Doktor, you are not angry?" "Why should I be? We had made no promises, and I find this to be an interesting experiment." "Engie!" the Soldier blurted. "I have been wanting to engage you in mouth-to-mouth combat for some time! However, I did not have the requisite training. If I engage in this war game, would you be willing to go steady?" "Solly, I, of course," the Texan babbled as his German teammate nibbled his ear. The Medic made a salacious suggestion in Slavic, and wrapped his arm around the Engineer's waist. "Da, Doktor." The Heavy returned his attention to the Soldier. "To make love, is to be gentle. You are strong man, da? Could hurt someone. Let other man be on top." He pushed the Soldier onto his back on a pallet of crates. "Herr Engineer," the Medic purred into his teammate's ear. "I know you are a modest man, but Herr Soldier would not know a hint if you beat it into his head vith a shovel. You must learn to assert your desires. Do vith me as you vish." "Oh, Doc!" The short man's blush increased a shade, and his goggles steamed up so badly he had to take them off. "Where do I even start?" "I suggest that you get me naked," the German smiled, spreading his arms to allow the Engineer full access. "I, ah," the Texan slid open a few buttons on the Medic's coat. "I don't rightly know what to do." "You are an inventive man," the Medic pointed out, "let your curiosity guide you. If you wish a schematic, recall that anywhere the blood vessels come close to the surface will be particularly sensitive." He slid off his coat and offered the inside of his wrist to the other man. Willing to give it a try, the Engineer unbuttoned the Medic's starchy cuff and kissed the pulse point. The Medic sighed happily, and the Engineer dared a glance over at the Soldier and the Heavy. The other American was red in the face, sprawled on his back as the Russian stroked his cock and did- something- with his free hand between the Soldier's legs. The shock of what he was seeing drove the Engineer to desperation. He grabbed the Medic and pawed his shirt open to kiss his throat. "Ja, that's the way," the Medic said, lifting his chin. "Take charge. Claim what you want, confident in the knowledge that what your lover wants is to be desired by you." The German leaned back on a crate, inviting the Engineer to explore further. On the other crate, the Soldier moaned and bucked into the Heavy's hand. "Christ-" he snarled through gritted teeth. "Easy," the Heavy advised. "Gentle. Can feel so good, if only you relax." "It already feels damned good-" the Soldier scrabbled at the crate underneath him, trying to find a handhold. "Can feel better," the Heavy promised. He seized a tub of gear grease and scooped a blob onto his fingers before rubbing them on the Soldier's cock and around his ass. The American groaned anew at the strange sensation. "What in-" the Engineer looked up from sucking the Medic's nipple to see the Heavy pressing a finger into the Soldier's ass. "He is helping him to relax," the Medic purred, pulling the Engineer back down. "Won't you do the same for me?" The Medic's boots and britches had fallen to the floor while the Engineer was distracted. "Oh... oh lord," the Texan undid the straps of his overalls, letting them sag to his waist, revealing his wrench-pattern boxer shorts. "Ja..." the German sighed. "Get some of that grease, and do as mein Heavy does." "Doc," the Engineered whispered, standing stock-still with a finger full of grease, "I ain't never sodomised nobody." "This is acceptable," the Medic smiled devilishly. "I am a sodomitic expert, I will teach you." He hooked a heel around the Engineer's hip to draw him close. "Lord," the Engineer groaned again, stroking the Medic's erection. "It has been so dang long since I touched another fella." His own cock was making a spirited bid for escape via the fly of his undershorts. "How do I even start with touchin' on yer butthole?" He was still blushing crimson. "Gently, and with plenty of lubrication, as with a piece of delicate machinery that has seized up." "Doc, ya seen how I treat my machines?" the Texan laughed, relaxing slightly. On the next crate, the Heavy did something that made the Soldier groan with ecstasy. "You like?" the big man chuckled. "Do that again! That is an order, you Russki fruit!" The Soldier's eyes were rolled back in his head, seeing stars but no stripes for a change. The Heavy let loose his booming laugh again, and repeated the motion of his thick finger in the American's ass, eliciting a whoop. "What in tarnation is he doing to him?" the Engineer wondered, stroking the cleft of the Medic's ass with one fingertip. "From the sound of it, mein Heavy is using one of my favourite tricks." The Medic grinned and spread his legs wider. "Herr Soldier must have a prostate as sensitive as my own." "What's that?" the Engineer wasn't familiar with the schematic of a man's ass. "A gland of the male reproductive system, palpable via the ventral wall of the rectum. Some men report no sensation upon palpation, others, agony or nausea. A fortunate few," the German pressed himself down onto the Texan's finger, "report great pleasure." "Holy smoke!" The Engineer wiggled his finger inside his teammate's ass. "Is that it?" "Nein, go slightly deeper, hook your finger," the Medic panted. "Oh, JA!" The Heavy looked over at his lover and stroked his cock in time with the Engineer's hesitant fingering. "Did I tell you to stop finger-banging me, maggot?" "Such impatient," the Heavy chided. "Is why you always die first. Slow, gentle, slow." He carefully flexed his finger inside the American, eliciting a desperate moan. "Like this, you wait, lasts longer." Probing finger stilled, the Heavy rubbed his own cock against the Soldier's. "Don't let me hurt ya, Doc," the Engineer panted, ever the southern gentleman despite the slick of pre-ejaculate glistening on the head of his cock. "Unlikely," the Medic replied slyly. "Let us experiment: fuck me." The Engineer's jaw dropped, and he tried but failed to stammer out a response. "Do not dawdle," the German's tone was stern. Biting his lower lip, the Engineer withdrew his finger and lined his cock up with his teammate's ass. "Dyou want to set the pace?" "No, I want you to have me!" the German panted. "Macht schnell!" Nearby, the Soldier moaned with abandon as the Heavy pressed another huge finger into him. Unable to control himself any longer, the Engineer thrust into the Medic up to the hilt. The Texan moaned, the German howled. The Heavy added a booming laugh to the symphony of pleasure. The Soldier looked across at the Engineer, catching the taut arch of his back as he fucked the Medic. His own cock throbbed against the Heavy's, and then the Texan glanced over to meet his gaze. The military man groaned, ready to spill his load all over the Russian's hand- but it didn't happen. He looked down in frustration to see the Heavy's big paw wrapped around his balls, pulling them away from his body.
oh, I was hoping for some drama... this was pretty good too.
Pardon me while I make a ton of babbling, awkward noises and melt into goo. This is pretty fuckin' good!
This...is awesome. Please do write more.
At first I was cringing from secondary embarrasment. And then I read the next bit and I like this very much.
Holy hell, you have such a damn way with words. Fucking words, man.
I approve of this, and so does my boner. Best line ever: "His own cock was making a spirited bid for escape via the fly of his undershorts."
I was hoping for drama as well, but aha! This is almost better!
Glorious filth, as always, Marty. I don't know how I didn't notice this sooner. Bonus points for naiive/macho Solly.
This is amazing! Please continue!
Hnng. Damn you, Marty, I don't know if I want to love you or hate you, either way, I still end up with a lady boner. I love you, you're such a great writer, everything is so damn realistic, yet I hate you for the same reason, because when I write... ohhh god. I admire you, you sexy bastard.
Marty, you magnificent bastard. I love this whole premise and I'm not normally a fan of Heavy/Medic. But I guess anytime you get awkward Helmets in the mix, I love it. Keep going and I just might have to draw something from this.
I love this so much as well and I strongly hope Anonymonster will draw some part of it. I don't know what else to say, other than naive-macho Soldier is one of the best and I love how relatively normal their sexual instruction seems. And as others have said here, you do have such a way with words.
Holy cock! I don't belive I almost lost this one. oh y oh my oh my I'm speechless I love you so much now! This is just so awesome! I need to gmod/draw it when you finish it!
"How do I even start with touchin' on yer butthole?" Oh my God. I seriously lol'd. But this is great and so quickly updated! Can't wait for more.
I love everything about this. Unf. Eagerly awaiting more.
Third and final installment! Enjoy! ------------------------------------- "Maggot!" the Soldier hollered in frustration. "What is the meaning of this? Hands off my rocks!" "Nyet," the Communist's eyes had an evil gleam. "Doktor will say when is time." "That Nazi is not in my balls' chain of command! Let go of my meat!" "Nyet," the Russian repeated. "I say before, be patient." He scissored his fingers inside the American's ass and lowered his head to lick his cock, still not relaxing his vise-grip on the man's balls. The Soldier's cries took on a frantic urgency. The Engineer's attention was torn between the Medic and the Soldier. The man underneath him was providing the sensation, but the true stimulation was coming from the sight, the sound, the thought of the Soldier. He caught a glimpse of the man's face, heard his ragged groan as the Heavy toyed with him. "Jesus, Doc, I'm gonna-" "You are not." The Medic snaked out from under him, leaving him panting. "Heavy, it is time." The big man was methodical about disengaging himself from the American. He took his mouth of the Soldier's cock, then his fingers from the man's ass. Only then did he release his stranglehold on the Soldier's testicles. The American groaned and shuddered, staring at the Engineer in desperate need. "Go to him," the Medic prompted, "and come to me, mein lieber Herr." He opened his arms to the Heavy. The Heavy and the Engineer switched places. The Medic and Heavy took each other with practised ease and murmured endearments. The Medic locked his ankles around his lover's waist, sighing in pleasure. The Engineer, however, hesitated for a moment in front of the Soldier. The brawny man was still half-dressed, coat pulled open, pants around his ankles. "Stop gawping and do me, Tex!" the Soldier barked, trying to grab at the Engineer's T-shirt. "No sir. If we're doin' this, we're doin' it proper." The Texan stripped off his shirt, boots, coveralls and boxers in record time, then started in on the Soldier's uniform. He stripped off the taller man's coat and undershirt, kissing every inch of skin revealed, revelling in the roughness of the man's hairy chest. "Boy howdy," he said as he pulled off the Soldier's boots and pants to stand together in perfect nakedness. "Never thought I'd see the day." He slathered a handful of grease onto his cock, then stroked some onto the Soldier. "You ready?" "Please," the Soldier muttered the unfamiliar word. "Please, please." The Engineer's eyes rolled back in his head as he held onto the other man's hips and guided himself in. Fucking the Doc had been good, but this was everything his soul had craved. Apparently the Soldier felt the same way as he groaned and pulled the Engineer closer. They cried out in unison with every thrust. "Doktor has best plans," the Heavy murmured, thrusting leisurely. "Danke, liebling. They needed to learn, but we could not deprive them of the first time with each other." "You are romantic." "Tell no-one." The Medic made a stern face, which dissolved into bliss as the Heavy thrust deeper. While the Engineer had started by sliding into the Soldier as gently as his body would allow, the man bucking underneath him had quickly inspired him to a groping, whooping, all-out rodeo. Now, though, the sex was changing again. The Soldier was pulling him in close with arms, legs, lips, tongue, everything they had. There wasn't an inch of space anywhere between their two bodies, and they scarcely stopped kissing to breathe. "Solly," the Texan gasped, pulling his face back for a moment while their bodies still slid together. "Solly, I'm gonna-" he tried to move his hips back, but couldn't. "Do it," the other man's deep blue eyes locked on his own. "Love you-" "Love- you!" As they came together, the Medic looped his arms around the Heavy's neck. "Now, mein Riese!" The huge man slid his hands under the Medic's hips and lifted him bodily into the air. The Medic tensed his thighs, raising and lowering himself on his lover's cock, until the Russian pinned him against a wall. Biting down hard on the German's shoulder, the Heavy slammed into him. "Ja- ja- JA!" The German screamed, his semen splashing between them. The pulsations of his orgasm threw the Heavy over the edge. The big man roared, crushing his lover against the wall, panting and gasping as he poured into him. At long last, he staggered backward to sit heavily on a crate, the Medic still wrapped around him and sitting in his lap. "Another successful procedure," the German panted. "Doktor is not angry I touch leetle Soldier?" "Nein, look how happy they are," he gestured and the Heavy glanced over to see the mercenaries lying together on the crates, foreheads touching, still gazing into one another's eyes. "Is good," the big man murmured. "I was thinking... perhaps next, we should attempt n experiment to resolve the tension between Herr Demo and Herr Sniper."
"That Nazi is not in my balls' chain of command!" Ah, I love you so much.
Medic is a fucking genius.
Aww they are like cupid, but instead of pierce the hearth, they pierce the asshole! I Loved it, thanks Marty!
I will love if you do the Extra maybe bonus SniperI AM A FAGGOT HUMP MY RUMPemo??? This was just LOVELY to read.
The hell? I didn't put that other stuff in my post...
>>35 It's a wordfilter. It change X/D without the / to that. It likes to show up in the dumbest places sometimes. But we know what you meant.
i'm melting and the idea of demo/sniper excites me.
thirding a demo-sniper sequel. Possibly with an accidental scoot walk in.
>>30 Now this is perfection in porn form. Your Soldier is the best Soldier, I can't help but read every line in his voice and it is awesome. The final line made me even happier in my pants until I read your comment at the top again. WHYY.
Awwwwwwwwyeahhhhh... you are awesome, you know that? Pure win.
Is writing when wild friend appears and tell me this had been updated. SCREW WRITING! NEED TO READ.
>>37 Same here! Please continue,Marty!
This was... amazing. Great work! I love me some Helmet lovin'.