Nah, it's nothing like S&M. It's just that things may not get as porny as many of you were expecting. Also, I was out of town for a bit, but I'm back. Sorry for the delay
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Engineer had guided Soldier back underneath the spewing shower head. The soapy remnants of Soldier bathing the two of them swept from their bodies onto to the slippery tiled floor. Soldier, still positioned behind his lover, was lightly sweeping his hands over Engineer's bare body, rinsing him of any remaining suds. Soldier's erection was still prodding against Engineer from behind. Engineer had been pondering his partner's proposal to perform /anything/ he asked, but the Texan couldn't help but feel conflicted. It /is/ a gift, the Engineer thought to himself. I know Solly wants it, but then... Why am I so God damned nervous?
"Hey, Solly," Engineer began. His mind raced. he could feel Soldier's attention on him, awaiting his upcoming words. Engineer hesitated. "I know you like to do yer exercises during the day, but since Pyro'll be busy..." God damn it, Engineer thought to himself over his spoken words. He couldn't bring himself to ask for this to go further; he told himself he didn't want to take advantage of the Soldier. "I was wonderin' if you'd join me on mah patrol at noon? I don't really like doin' it alone..." His voice trailed off uncertainly. Angry thoughts started to gnaw at The Texan's brain. Don't wanna take advantage of him? What the hell kinda excuse is that? Or am I just... not ready?
Soldier had finished rinsing Engineer off, and had wrapped his massive arms around the Texan.
"Hah, of course I'll come!" Soldier exclaimed. Engineer's heart lifted in relief at the reaction.
"Thanks Solly," said Engineer. He turned carefully in lover's grasp and kissed Soldier on the lips. Soldier worked his tongue into his partner's mouth passionately. Engineer returned the favor.
The two stood there, entwined in each other's arms, eyes peacefully closed, kissing.
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"Vhut vere you doing out there anyway!? You're not scheduled for patrol today!" Medic yelled as he jabbed a syringe into the Australian's right calf. The Sniper hissed through his teeth as the needle punctured his discolored, swollen flesh.
"Sorry Doc, I was bored. Ain't nothin' ta do till the dinner tonight for Truckie," Sniper explained, gritting his teeth while Medic emptied the serum into his leg. The doctor sighed.
"Zhere is a very strict reason why Engineer is zhe only one permitted to leave the facility alone." Medic removed the syringe from his ally's skin. "Zhough I must admit zhe last zsing I expected you of all to fall victim to vould be a snake bite. Veren't you a hunter at one point? I assume Australia vould have much harsher vildlife." Medic stood up and placed the used syringe in the sink behind him.
"There ain't no snakes with fuckin' growths like that on their tails in Austalia, mate," Sniper replied, grunting at the pain.
"Vell zhen next time go viz zhe Engineer if you must, so you don't make such mistakes again," Medic stated and he retrieved a roll of bandages and suturing kit from one of the cabinets lining the walls of the infirmary, before returning to the bed to continue treating his patient.
"That necessary Doc?" Sniper asked nervously.
"Just a few stitches, now sit still," the doctor ordered as he knelt down closer to the bite wound on the Sniper's calf. Sniper turned his head to focus on something else while the Medic prepared to perform the stitches. A damn shame he ain't got nothin' in here worth lookin' at, Sniper thought.
"Speakin' of our Engineer," Sniper started suddenly, deciding to try conversation to avoid his attention on the procedure. "You comin' to his dinner tonight, Doc?" The Medic sighed.
"I vill be busy. I vould not count on it." Medic squinted his eyes through his spectacles as he pierced the needle cleanly through the Australian's skin. The Sniper arched his brows at the brief pain.
"Come on mate, this only happens once a year fer each of us," Sniper pleaded.
"Zhen you can send him my most sincere apologies," Medic said sarcastically. Sniper sighed.
"'f you insist mate, but I bet you Pyro's cookin' will make it worth it alone." The German didn't respond, but merely continued the suturing treatment on Sniper's leg. "This ain't about him and the Soldier, is it?"
Medic aggressively snapped the excess stitch and then reached for the bandages. "Vhat vould make you zsink I care what zshose two are up to?"
"I jus' noticed you ain't been as friendly to the two of them since they, y'know /came out,/" Sniper emphasized.
"It is none of my business," Medic said, rising to his feet after finally finishing the treatment.
"Then stop makin' yer business, mate," Sniper retorted. The two men stared at each other coldly through two separate pairs of glasses. The Medic sighed again, removing his spectacles and rubbing his eyes with his thickly gloved fingers.
"If I attend tonight, vill you stop badgering me about zis?" Medic pleaded.
"It'll be a start," Sniper teased with a smirk.
"Fine, vhutever."