This one has guro and lots of it. Also medical terminology. Also a small gang-bang. You know how I am. Special thanks to Ze Doktor and TwoRefined for beta reading. Your comments on the dialogue were most helpful. ----------------------------------------------------- The Sniper had sworn that he’d never sink this low. He didn’t want to get involved in the sick games between the Medic and the Spy. He still promised himself that he wasn’t getting involved, not as such. Just once, over and done. Just so he didn’t go mad before the next time he could feel a warm body underneath him, hear someone calling out for him. “Right.†He crossed his arms against the chill of the operating room, deep in the heart of the Medic’s lair. “How do we do this, then?†“You wait and watch,†the Spy said, hanging his coat on an IV stand. “I lie down and relax.†He hung up his trousers. “M’sieu le Docteur will see to the difficult procedure.†“Not a bit of difficulty,†the Medic smiled, fanning out his scalpels on an instrument tray. “A pure pleasure, I assure you.†“What shall we do today, Docteur? Something special in honour of our guest?†He laid his silk boxers on top of his shoes. The mask was the last to go, revealing short waves of salt-and-pepper hair. “I think not,†the Medic replied, then nodded toward the Sniper. “You seem eager to ‘get to grips,’ Herr.†“Please,†the Sniper nodded tensely. He must be insane, he should leave, now. “Lie on your back, mon cher,†the Medic gestured the Spy toward the operating table. “This will not hurt a bit.†“You are a terrible liar, liebling,†the Spy smiled, stretching out naked on the table. The Medic chuckled merrily as he powered up the Medibeam apparatus above the table. After overhealing the Spy briefly, he dialled the ray back to a faint mist, almost pink. The Spy sighed with relaxation, and the Sniper allowed himself to relax as well. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as depraved as all that- all that talk about pain was just winding him up. But no, the Medic had a scalpel in hand, and was tracing it down the Spy’s limbs, murmuring endearments in French as he did so. The Sniper bit his tongue, but soon realised that the Medic was using the blunt edge of the scalpel. The German followed the trail of the blade with a smooth, bare hand, and the Spy whimpered. “What are you pair playing at?†the Sniper hissed. “We are playing at foreplay,†the Spy smirked. “Exciting one’s lover before the main act, perhaps you have heard of it?†“Pay him no mind,†the Medic advised. “He is trying to make you angry, so that you will hurt him later. Bengel,†he added, turning the scalpel around with a flash and slicing at the Spy’s exposed belly. It was only years’ training in silence that kept the Sniper from crying out. The Spy did scream, but it turned into a groan as the scalpel left his flesh. The wound gushed, a sudden bright burst of blood, then ceased as the healing ray did its work. “Oh, Chroist,†the Sniper croaked, clutching his stomach. “Mais oui, mon Dieu,†the Spy sighed, spreading his legs wider. “The Medigun prevents him from bleeding to death,†the Medic pointed out, “but at this setting, it will not make ze wound close over. It allows some truly unique experiments,†he boasted, blood dripping from his hand. “So true,†the Spy purred. “Bitte, do not make me wait.†“Mais non,†the Medic grinned, light flashing off his glasses. The Medic attacked the Spy’s crotch with prodigal enthusiasm and practised skill. With a few deft sweeps of the scalpel, he sliced away the hairy skin of the Spy’s pubis, revealing smooth pink muscles and pearlescent white membrane. He dissected out the other man’s penis, clamping back a small bundle of tissue and removing everything else. Next, he caressed the Spy’s testicles away from his body with the scalpel, rolling them between his fingers for a moment before letting them fall away. Using a blunt probe, he separated the cavernosus muscles below where the penis had been. Above the perineal membrane at the base of the other man’s pelvis to was the inguinal canal, closed off and secret until he opened it. As a final touch, he slathered his fingers with surgical lubricant and tucked the nameless nub of tissue deep inside the Spy’s viscera. “How do you feel?†the Medic cooed at his victim. “Sehr gut?†He hooked his fingers inside the Spy, caressing. “C’est magnifique,†the Spy groaned. “Bitte...†he looked up pleadingly. “Herr Sniper, if you would be so good,†the Medic looked over at his teammate, who’d gone quite pale beneath his tan. “Hold that mirror, so my whore can see what I have made of him.†The Sniper obeyed with shaking hands. The Spy looked at his reflection and moaned, sliding a hand down to push a finger into himself beside the Medic’s. “Amazing, incroyable,†the Spy breathed. “Doesn’t it hurt?†the Sniper’s mouth was dry. “It hurts,†the French man panted, “like nothing else in this world. I am flying. Bitte-†he gasped as the Medic touched something deep inside him. “That is the nerve bundle of the glans penis,†the Medic remarked to the Sniper. “I have found that if I preserve it and hold it inside for long enough for it to heal in place, our friend derives even more pleasure than from complete excision.†His voice was full of the pride of discovery. The Australian swallowed hard. “You like this?†He looked to the Spy for confirmation. The Spy groaned, then rolled his hips and cried out as the Medic scissored his fingers inside him. “I know what else you would enjoy,†the Medic hissed in the Spy’s ear. “You would enjoy being prostituted to every member of the team, even to the enemy, wouldn’t you?†The Spy groaned in agreement and hooked his toes around the attachment points on the table. “You would,†the Medic continued. “You crave it. That’s why I don’t even have to tie you down.†With his free hand, he slapped a loose leather restraint across the naked man’s chest. “Salope.†The Sniper was just about to leave, to walk out on this whole sick situation. Then, the Spy moaned again. The sensual sounds were working on him, and the slap of flesh and leather did him in. He couldn’t argue with his need, not a minute longer. The Medic must have been watching his face, because he smiled broadly and said, “Mein Hure, the first of your callers is waiting. Do not disappoint him.†The German withdrew his slick fingers. “Ohh- bi- please,†the Spy groaned, looking up at the Sniper. “Just keep askin’ like that.†The Australian shucked his vest and shirt, undid his fly. The Spy slid down to the end of the table, and the Medic adjusted the hydraulics until it was just at the height of the Sniper’s hips. “Please,†the Spy repeated, eyes clouded with lust. The Sniper stepped forward. “One detail,†the Medic added, handing over a condom. He had already unwrapped it and placed a generous blob of lubricant inside. Seething with the delay, the Sniper rolled it on and slathered lubricant on the outside as well. With the Spy clutching at his shoulders and dragging him close, he finally pushed in. The feeling of this unnatural cleft was amazingly tight, incredibly like a woman, thought the hairy chest beneath him and strong arms around him announced that the Spy was no less a man. “Oh- oh Chroist,†the Sniper moaned. “Good, non?†the Spy panted. “As if I am a virgin every time.†He angled his hips up to meet the Sniper’s. “With more skill.†“Tell me how you like it,†the marksman demanded, fighting to maintain an even pace. “I like it ‘ard- and fast-†the Spy panted. “Not gentle- make me scream!†He wrapped his long legs around the Sniper’s hips, panting. The Sniper’s eyes rolled back in his head as he slammed into the Spy. “Oh- oh bloody Hell-†And there was blood, as the Sniper’s thrusts dealt more damage than the Medigun could keep up with. It trickled between their bodies and pooled on the operating table as the Spy screamed. Each time he cried out, the Sniper thrust harder, until the operating table creaked and shuddered. “Please! M’aidez! No more!†the Spy screamed, short nails digging into the Sniper’s shoulders. The Sniper roared as he came in the hot, tight wound. He slumped, panting, over the other man’s bloody form. Never had he fucked anyone so hard, never run the risk of hurting a lover so badly. He had to check that the Spy was still breathing. He was, deeply, with Medigun vapours curling around his mouth and nose. Only then did the Sniper look away from him for long enough to notice the Medic glaring at them, bloody hands clutched on the instrument tray. “Steady on, Doc...†“Get out of the vay,†the Medic snarled. The Sniper only had time to stagger to one side before the Medic lunged. “Is this what you wanted?†the German shouted, forcing the Spy’s knees apart. “To be abused by every Schweinhund to cross your path?†He tore open his pants and hurriedly rolled a condom onto his rock-hard erection. “You should know-†he thrust into the Spy’s abused body, “I will punish-†another thrust, harder, “you are mine!†The Spy collapsed back onto the table as the furious Medic slammed into him. For his part, the Sniper stood as if paralyzed. This was worse than he’d thought- the Medic looked homicidal, and if anyone knew how to kill a man despite Respawn, it would be him. The Spy screamed again. “Doc! Don’t do it! No!†The Sniper shook off his paralysis to try and pull his teammates apart. The Medic snarled and thrust harder, while the Spy’s cries merged into one long, wordless plea. The Medic came with an unholy howl, and the Spy went limp beneath him. As the Sniper’s guts churned, the Medic groaned and lifted himself up enough to increase the Medibeam’s intensity. The Spy chuckled lazily, and kissed the German as he laid back down. “What in the Hell was all that?!†the Sniper demanded. “It was a game, as we said,†the Spy remarked, lighting a cigarette even as his organs grew back. “Ah, that is always so good,†he sighed, though the Sniper was unsure whether he was referring to the rush of nicotine or the return of his penis. “You’re mad!†the Sniper realised that his own penis was still hanging in the breeze, and tucked it hurriedly away. “After a fashion,†the Medic smiled at the Spy, eyes shining. “Mein lieber Spy craves pain and humiliation, while I desire, ah...†“Extremely unorthodox experimental surgery,†the Spy finished for him. “If we are mad, at least we are well-matched.†“I tried to tell you this before,†the Medic pointed out, filching the Spy’s cigarette to take a drag. “You would not hear it.†“Right... so why did you invite me along on this?†The Australian slumped against the operating table. “And can I have a smoke?†“I told you he was too crazed with desperation to make a rational decision,†the Spy said, lighting a cigarette for the Sniper, and then a third. “Keep that one, Lieber, you always smoke the lion’s share, anyway,†he remarked to the Medic, running a hand through the other man’s graying hair. “I have long enjoyed a fantasy of being ravaged repeatedly, but Herr Doktor is only one man.†“The notion of sharing gave me a thrill of possessive jealousy, so it was logical to invite a quiet, sensible teammate to join the game.†The Medic put a hand on the Sniper’s arm. “I am sorry if I worried you. I did not know that the reality of the fantasy would be so... compelling.†The Sniper took a long drag on his cigarette, and put his own hand on the Spy’s shoulder. “I’m sorry I didn’t stop when you said.†“Think nothing of it. The Medic and I have, in our games, a coded word that I would say if I truly wished to bring the festivities to a halt.†He stroked the Sniper’s back with a gentle hand. “Not just ‘no?’†“Mais non, not when it is such a good word to shout.†The Medic smiled at the Sniper. “The word that truly ends the excitement is ‘Administrator.’†The Sniper choked on a lungful of smoke and his eyes bugged out. “Why?†“Because it is impossible to maintain a state of excitement with that gorgon in mind,†the Spy explained. They shared a laugh, and the Sniper considered that his friends’ game might be worth playing, after all.
wow, i loved it marty!
I love this. I love it so hard. Please excuse me while I go change my pants.
Oh You.
I had to keep pausing between every paragraph to do something else before I returned to read the rest. I'm so squeamish. You push me, Marty. But that's what's awesome about the TF2 universe. Guro without consequences.
I didn't like guro until I started reading your fics, Marty. I hate and love you now, y'know.
I must say, I find the Spy and the Medic using words from each other's native languages extremely sexy-- the icing on the cake of a fantastic piece, as per usual. I don't know how you do it, but I don't think I've ever disliked a single piece of yours, Marty!
Before I started reading your stuff, Marty, I didn't even know what guro was. Still not sure how I feel about it but the writing is fantastic and it fits Medic, so. I especially appreciate the scientific description of the dissection, though it makes me wish I'd taken more bio to get a better understanding of what's happening. Also askdjalksdj but is a controlling, sadistic Medic ever hot. This line especially: “Get out of the vay,†the Medic snarled. The Sniper only had time to stagger to one side before the Medic lunged. I find it really interesting how he can be written both as the dominant and the submissive partner and it fits.