When Medic had first arrived on RED's base three years prior, the unanimous mid-day cease fire did not exist. In the past few months that it HAD been instigated, Medic had difficulty not firing at BLU Scout when the young enemy would come dashing into their base to harass their own Engineer every afternoon into sharing lunch together. Of course, today, as it were, he hadn't seen hide nor hair of the obnoxious teenager, and it was starting to worry the man.

Having decided to forego his own lunch -- his general appetite had been waning in the past week or so -- Medic perused their base in search of a conversational companion. It was then that he spotted their team's Heavy just outside of the fort, knocking over the barrels of ammunition outside and grunting to himself angrily. Curiosity piqued, Medic wandered over to him."Is zhere somezing zat you ah looking for, Herr Heavy?" Upon hearing himself being addressed, the Russian's attention torn away from his task and focused on the reserved German.

Heavy gesticulated wildly to his surroundings, a displeased huff escaping him as he did so.

"I haff lost sandvich, Docktor." The large man bemoaned, a hefty hand rising to smack the side of his head dramatically. "I place sandvich here for lunch and go to kitchen for drink. Vhen I come back, sandvich is gone!" Medic pursed his lips, not wanting to state the obvious -- that someone had either taken the sandvich, or that one of the stray cats that hung around the forts had probably run off with it.

"Ah you sure zhat you did not already eat it?" Medic peered around the general area, trying to find some form of evidence at the missing lunch meal.

Heavy shook his head. "Nyet, Docktor. I am still hungry."

Medic closed his eyes, regretting having struck up conversation when the sound of BLU Scout's voice echoed across the bridge. "/HEY!/ FATTY MCFAT FAT!" The two RED team members looked up to see the speedster half-hanging out of one of the balcony windows, something familiar in hand, waving it around wildly. A scandalized gasp escaped Heavy's mouth.

"I gatcha sammich, knucklehead!" BLU Scout crowed, grinning despite the bruise that marred the side of his face -- looking distinctly like one of Heavy's own fists. Heavy growled low in his throat at Scout drew the Sandvich close to himself. "AND I'M GUNNA EAT IT!" He chomped down on the Sandvich, stuffing almost half of it in his mouth in the process and causing his cheeks to puff out in a fashion similar to that of a chipmunk. "NOMNOMNOM" Came the muffled and exaggerated sounds of eating, bits of food flying from Scout's mouth in his attempt to make the noise travel across the bridge.

Heavy looked about ready to retrieve Sasha from where she had been placed in the supply room for lunch, but Medic placed a hand on his shoulder."Nein, mien freund. I vhill make you annuzah sandvich. Vhe cannot break ze rules of cease-fire because a little schweinehund decided to try and anger you." Heavy frowned, placing a hand tenderly on his stomach, but nodding. Medic smiled, patting him on the shoulder like one would do to a child who needed to be consoled, and turned to head back into the base.

The halls were empty, save for Pyro's muffled laughter from the intel room, Soldier's yells and Scout's taunting jeers drowning out the normal hum of silence. He was nearly to the kitchen doors when the clear display screen on his spectacles flashed an emergency medical care symbol in the corner of his left lens. The symbol had a small cross-hair in the corner, letting him know that it was their Sniper that was calling for assistance somewhere in the base. He turned, a frown pulling on his lips. He was sure that the last time he'd checked on the man that Sniper had been in full health.

Panic suddenly gripped Medic, worrying that the fiasco out front had been some kind of distraction so that one of the enemies could sneak in and off their team members before Medic could arrive on the scene. His heart skipped a beat and all thoughts of preparing any sandviches flew out the window. Turning on his heel, the German man hurried down a small side corridor that he knew lead out to the back of the base, where Sniper's Winnebago was parked in the far corner of the field, out of sight from prying eyes. Medic never usually wished that Sniper was any less of a private man -- but as he hurried his way out the back gate, he cursed Sniper for his unnecessary seclusion.

When Medic reached the Winnebago, his hand was hovering just above the door handle when a low and loud groan reached his ears. He hesitated, unsure of what /kind/ of groan he had just heard. The latex in his gloves squeaked when Medic curled his fingers into a fist, withdrawing his hand as another moan leaked through the small sliver of space of a nearby window that was cracked open.

Medic felt the blood rush from his face, resisting the urge to follow the origin of the sound and instead taking a step back. His curiosity was pulling him to peer through the cracked blinds, but his sense for professionality was telling him otherwise. A gasp, followed by a needy growl was enough to break what little resistance Medic had.

He wandered around to the back of the Winnebago, where he knew there was a shot-out window with only half of the blinds intact. When he rounded the vehicle and reached it, the sight inside was enough to make the normally straight-laced man fluster, gripping the outside sill to keep himself grounded.

Sniper was on his bed, leaning against the wall that his small cot-like contraption protruded from, one leg half sprawled out to the side and the other dangling over the edge. The Australian was sans shirt, his pants halfway down his thighs, briefs not far behind. One of Sniper's large hands was clutching to his bent knee with such ferocity that his knuckles splashed white, and the other one was running down the length of the man's painfully erect cock.

Medic swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling overheated in his coat and uniform. Sniper was oblivious, head drawn back and huffing small gasps for air as his hand continued to pump his hardened shaft.

Medic's eye wandered from Sniper's flushed face, down his bare and sweat-glistened chest and to the man's erection -- dark and swollen, the hand gripping it jerking frantically before slowing down, as if to prolong orgasm. Another groan tore from Sniper's mouth, his hips gyrating into his hand, fingers squeezing his own cock. The hand that was grasping his knee withdrew, sliding down beneath the painfully hard shaft to grip his sac, rolling them in his fingers and breath hitching when he did so.

Medic had never gotten hard so fast in his life until those few seconds it had taken for him to witness the sight before him. His growing arousal was straining against his trousers, making a tent in the front of his labcoat. He squirmed, one hand leaving the windowsill to barely grip the bulge, hoping that if he squeezed it tightly enough, it'd go away.

His attempts were in vain when Sniper's hips gave another sensual thrust into his own hand. Medic could almost see the thick vein that ran along the underside of Sniper's cock swell with impending orgasm. Before the Australian could come, however, he released a desperate keen and squeezed tightly to his scrotum.

Sniper's thighs shook with tremors, having prevented his own release, and Medic's legs almost gave out from under him. Sniper's hand paused before starting up again, jerking slowly as he clutched to his sac, delaying his own pleasure.

Medic breathed out a soft whimper, the hand on his crotch tightening its grip as he leaned against the Winnebago for support. The flustered man hadn't even noticed when his hand began massaging himself through his trousers at first, too intensely focused on the Aussie inside of the van. "Mein Gott..." He uttered, soft enough so that Sniper wouldn't be able to hear over his own pleasured grunts. It was by sheer will that Medic was able to pull himself away from his crotch, hurriedly moving his labcoat out of the way and dipping a gloved hand into the front of his trousers try and alleviate some of the ache that was pulsing in his hardened member. Sniper was pumping himself slowly, stopping each time to squeeze the head of his shaft and causing droplets of precum to slip out.

Medic continued to hold tightly to himself through his underwear, though the action caused throbs of pleasure to travel from the base of his cock and all the way down his thighs before thrumming its way back up to his stomach. He pressed his forehead against the broken window, breath fogging it just a fraction. Sniper was undulating his hips into his hand, the fingers clutching his scrotum moving in a slow massaging motion -- though they continued to pinch the base to prevent release. Sniper was muttering something under his breath, a husky growl that sent shivers through the German man.

"C'mon, mate." Sniper growled to an invisible person, eyes screwed shut and sweat glistening on his body. His lips were drawn into a grimace, Adam's apple bobbing with each gasp of breath he took. "I need ya, Medic." Sniper moaned lowly, his thumb dipping into the slit of his cock, rubbing the pooled precum around the head before returning to his slow and torturous pumps.

The second that 'Medic' had been uttered, Medic's lenses flashed the emergency care sign -- breaking what little self restraint he had been clutching to. Using both hands to tug his trousers and underwear down to his thighs, his right hand was instantly grasping onto his cock and jerking it. "Mein Gott." He hissed in relief, head thunking quietly on the windowsill, eyes falling shut as he listened to Sniper's grunts and moans echo throughout the Winnebago.

He lifted his head after a moment, glancing through the window again to see that Sniper had shifted his legs so that they were both spread out to grant himself better access. "B-bloody hell." The Australian grunted, his fist suddenly increasing its pace, hand slicked by his own precum and causing wet noises of flesh on flesh to join his moans and gasps. Medic pressed his cheek against the sill, hot breath fogging the glass every time he exhaled and blurring Sniper's figure momentarily. His gloved hand was jerking frantically at his own erection, feeling the hardened muscle grow hot -- even though the latex.

"Come- come on, mate. Let me hear ya..." Sniper growled lustily, his eyes clenched shut and most likely fantasizing about the man just outside of his Winnebago. Medic moaned softly, his cock swelling at mere tone of Sniper's voice, bucking into his hand and going to clutch at the sill once more with his free arm. He bit down painfully hard on his lower lip, trying to stifle another sound as Sniper's motions became more frantic, closer than ever to his release.

Sniper's breath stopped for a second, and Medic peered out of a cracked lid to see the man un-pinch his scrotum, giving his cock a rough pump before his hips snapped off of the bed. A loud cry tore from the Australian's lips, legs shaking and toes curling as cum shot from the head in thick ribbons, each pulse sending a white stream onto Sniper's chest and stomach. Medic groaned loudly at the sight, his sac tightening as he felt himself cum sooner than he ever had. His soft wail was muffled by biting onto a knuckle as he came, thick pulls at his cock sending him over the edge before he was splashing his undershirt and part of the Winnebago with the sticky substance.

Medic's legs gave out, sliding to his knees just as Sniper glanced up at the the noise, barely missing the sight of Medic outside of his window. The German heaved in quiet gasps for air, his cock still hard in his hand -- as if he hadn't just cum all over himself and Sniper's van. His entire body was thrumming with a post-orgasmic bliss, heated forehead resting against the cool surface of Sniper's Winnebago. With a wince, Medic tucked himself back in, adjusting his coat to try and hide any evidence of what had just happened. Moving to a shaky crouch below the window, Medic shuffled to the side of the van and stood up once he knew he was in a blind spot from Sniper's position inside.

With a final glance at the worn-down vehicle, Medic turned and headed for the base, his mind a flurry of confused thoughts.

When the cease-fire ended, Sniper was glad to have had finally satiated himself from all the pent up frustration that came with having their Medic fret and fuss over his wounds and continually touching him with those /gods be damned/ gloved fingers of his.

Hunkered down on a small cliff ledge just outside of the battle and hidden behind some old crates and beer kegs, Sniper had instantly gotten in two headshots and almost took out BLU's Scout when the boy had tried to run past with their intel hooked over his shoulder. Of course, Heavy had somehow appeared out of nowhere to clothesline the boy with a thick arm, earning surprised laughter from the Australian. His amusement was short-lived when he felt another presence behind him, barely dodging out of the way of a butterfly knife that seemed to appear out of thin air, along with the BLU Spy holding it. He was able to duck out of the way, kicking the Frenchman back and grapple for his Kukri when the Spy stabbed him in the back of the calf from where he'd fallen, blade ripping the flesh open like paper.

Sniper grunted in pain, bringing the Kukri down in an arc and severing the man's head in an instant, scowling as it rolled down the ledge's incline, body slumping to the ground beside him. Sniper ignored the burning agony in his calf for a moment, kicking the decapitated corpse forward and using the heel of his boot to shove at the gangly body forward until it followed the same path as the Spy's head. He stumbled back behind the crates, cursing and reaching for his rifle. Setting the gun up to prepare for any sudden oncomers, Sniper cupped a hand around his mouth. "MEDIC!" He roared, knowing that somehow the man could always find an injured teammate, no matter where they were. He figured it had something to do with the military-issue spectacles that all Medics seemed to wear, but it was just a theory.

Sniper took hold of his kukri, digging it into the edge of his pants just above the stab wound and cutting the leg of his jeans off from the knee. It was bleeding more than it should, causing worry to prick in the Aussie's gut for a moment. He couldn't risk dying and having to respawn -- there were only so many times a man could come back to life before they simply stayed dead -- and he'd already died enough times.

He was so engrossed in preparing his wound for the Medic to treat that he didn't see the man stumble in the midst of battle upon picking up Sniper's cry for help.

Pyro, who had been jogging with the German man, paused for a moment, asking him something inaudible to the doctor before Medic waved him off with a flustered shooing motion.

Sniper took the torn pant leg, tearing off a strip and using it to make an impromptu tourniquet, grimacing as he tightened the fabric until it hurt. He could hear Medic's footsteps coming up the gravel path that lead to the small cliff face he was hiding behind, and Sniper scooted himself back into a set of crates to lean against them.

"He-Herr Snipah?" Medic squeaked out the first sentence, calling out before he even came into sight. Finding it odd, Sniper grasped to his Kukri just in case. He was sure that the enemy Spy hadn't had enough time to respawn so suddenly, but things didn't always go as planned. "Ovah here, mate." He called out softly, wincing again at the pain that shot up and down his injured calf with each pulse of his heart. Medic came into sight, Kritzkrieg at ready and scowling when he caught sight of the man.

There was a long pause as the German seemed to assess the situation at hand, his tense shoulders relaxing for a moment and causing Sniper to feel safe enough to set his Kukri on the ground. Medic tutted softly, stepping forward and setting down the Kritzkrieg on top of one of the beer kegs. He knelt beside the Australian. "Herr Snipah, do not do zhis zhe next time you have an injury." Deft fingers unwound the makeshift tourniquet, pulling it off quickly. Confused, Sniper took the bloodied fabric when it was offered to him.

"Why d'ya say that?" He queried, tossing the ruined pant leg to the side as Medic used his fingers and eyes to examine the wound in the side of Sniper's calf. With a finalized sigh, the man leaned back and gave Sniper an incredulous look, adjusting his spectacles that had slid down the bridge of his nose at some point in time. "Herr Snipah, zhe tourniquet cuts off zhe blood flow, ja, but it can also permanently damage leg tissue, and ve don't vant that, do ve?" As he spoke, Medic reached for the Kritzkrieg, turning it on and watching as the wound stitched itself together, inch by inch.

Sniper grinned once he was patched up and Medic pulled the Kritzkrieg back with a self-satisfied look on his face, apparently admiring his own handiwork. As Medic stood back up, Sniper took to bending his knee and then straightening it before flexing his toes inside of his boot to test the muscle.

"Thanks for comin' so fast, Doc." Sniper grinned up at the man, giving him a thumbs up and almost instantly withdrawing it whenever Medic suddenly went rigid, spluttering some poor excuse before grasping his Kritzkrieg and turning on his heel to march away from the formerly injured Sniper. The Aussie's eyes concentrated on the partially concealed form of Medic's backside as his teammate retreated, reaching up a hand to scratch his scalp beneath his hat.
"... Was it somethin' I said?"

-

That night, Sniper had half a mind to corner the suddenly elusive Medic, but that would require spending more time with the team than absolutely necessary. Foregoing that thought, the Aussie instead chose to brew himself a pot of decaf, kick his boots off, and clean out his rifle before bed.

A few minutes into polishing the gun before he'd break it down for a proper cleaning, someone knocked softly on the door to his van. The noise startled Sniper from his trance, arm jerking reflexively and knocking his mug of coffee off of the table. He watched in a slow-motion horror as the large glass teetered precariously on the edge before tipping and spilling hot liquid all over his right thigh and leg.

Cursing, Sniper leaped to his feet, setting his rifle and rag to the side. He made a bow-legged walk to the door, trying to ignore the scalding agony near his crotch. His hand flicked open the regular and deadbolt lock, pulling his door open enough that the chain lock became taught as the Australian peered out at whomever had dared disturb him.

When their Medic looked nervously back up at him, Sniper's anger deflated within an instant. Closing the door, he unhooked the chain lock before reopening it to gesture to the reserved German to enter the Winnebago. "Evenin', Doc. Wot's brought ya out here t'my humble abode?" Sniper gesticulated to the poor decorations and peeling paint of the van and Medic gave him a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling just the slightest bit. His gaze roved around the interior of Sniper's Winnebago until they landed on the Australian -- who was focused on rubbing his thigh in an attempt to possibly wipe out some of the coffee stain that was settling into the fabric of his pants.

Medic tutted, quirking a finely trimmed eyebrow in curiosity. "Am I interrupting somezing?" He asked softly, his lips pulling into a slight grin when Sniper leveled him with an unamused stare. He obviously didn't think the joke was very funny, judging by the way he turned to head for a small dresser located behind the small love seat. "Well, mate, as much as I do appreciate ya stoppin' by, I've got to change me pants after spillin' coffee all over me self like a little tyke."

Medic contemplated his next words as Sniper fiddle with the buckle to his jeans, obviously waiting for the other man to leave. "Does zhis require.../assistance/... Herr Snipah?" Sniper's back went rigid, hands freezing in the middle of undoing his belt as he seemed to process the question. Turning his head slowly to face the German man, Sniper gave him a confused half-smile.

"I'm sorry mate, what was that?"

Medic adjusted his glasses, stepping towards the Australian man and gesticulating to Sniper's lower body. "Your leg vhill be sore for a few days until zhe muscles adjust to being forcefully sewn back togezer. I vhas vondering if you needed help vith getting your leg into annuzah pair of pants. Surely changing after zhe cease fire was difficult enough?" The German man gestured towards the love seat, ignoring the protest that was already on Sniper's tongue.

"Remove your pants and zhen sit down,” he commanded. “I vant to check to make sure zhat zhe muscles haff not bunched togezer." When Sniper didn't immediately comply, Medic took a menacing step towards the man.

Sniper dropped his belt to the floor an instantly did as he was ordered, moving to stand beside the love seat and shucking his pants before he sat. The Winnebago fell silent except for the shuffling of fabric as Medic knelt down beside the formerly injured leg, ignoring when the Australian closed his hands over his crotch in either embarrassment or a show of courtesy.

He gingerly took the wiry limb in his hand, thumb and fingertips running along pale flesh and the latex of his gloves catching on a few legs hairs as Medic massaged the general area around Sniper's injury. The man squirmed in Medic's grasp as strong fingers rubbed up and down his legs to try and work out the small knots that had formed sometime during the day.

"Zhere is alvays a side effect to using science to speed up zhe body's natural healing." Medic explained as he worked, one hand gripping Sniper's knee to keep it in place and the other one kneading the skin of his calf. "Luckily, zhe Kritzkrieg only gives you sore muscles for a day or two aftervards." Sniper grunted under his breath, shifting his leg in Medic's grasp and not even noticing when the German's massaging hand began to inch towards his thigh.

"Well at least we've got the damn thing, right?" Sniper grunted, his lips pulling into a grimace and the hands on his crotch tightened their grip. "Do ya gotta do that so slow?" It came out as more of a plead than anything, and Medic paused with his fingers just below the inside of Sniper's knee to look up at him curiously.

"Do you not vant me to loosen zhe muscles properly?" He questioned, eyes glinting something unreadable behind his spectacles. Sniper glanced to the side, giving a lazy shrug as a means of telling the other man to continue his task. Medic rolled his eyes and returned his concentration to tending the Australian's calf. His kneading fingers wandered up and down the top of the scar, focusing on the crook of Sniper's knee before traveling to the underside of his thigh.

Sniper's closed eyes snapped open when he felt Medic's fingers breach past the middle of his upper leg, one hand flying from his crotch to grasp at the gloved hand. "Now come on, mate. I don't think y've gotta go that far up for a few sore muscles, yeah?" Medic looked up at him innocently and Sniper's cock twitched in his grasp.

"Vhe can't be too sure, can vhe, Herr Snipah?" Medic asked softly, moving the hand that was holding the man's knee to join his other one in massaging the pale flesh of Sniper's thigh, making large circles that came dangerously close to his crotch. Sniper froze, clutching the gloved fingers as they brushed the junction of his legs and pelvis.

"Bloody hell Doc, I know you're not doin' anythin' but teasin' me now."

Medic seemed to contemplate his next words, not once pausing in his ministrations before glancing up through his spectacles at the other man. "I think zhat vhe vould be even, zhen, Herr Snipah." His thumbs dipped into the flesh near Sniper's scrotum, tearing a gasp from the skinny man.

"I haven't a clue what you're talkin' about, mate." Sniper breathed out, trying to push Medic's hands away from his blatant arousal. Medic tutted, batting Snper's fingers off of him.

"Herr Snipah, don't tell me you didn't think my glasses vhouldn't pick up zhe Medic cry zhis aftanoon during your cease-fire... /activities/?" Medic massaged that same area, making sure not to venture further until he knew that Sniper wouldn't be scared off by being confronted about his desires.

The man froze, flustering and glancing away. Sniper seemed to stutter for a moment before turning back to Medic with an odd look on his face. "So you saw that, ey?"

"Ja..." Medic muttered, leaning his head forward to rest his chin on a bony knee, feeling the coarse leg hairs rub against the stubble of his jawline. Sniper pursed his lips, pulling Medic's hands off of him -- much to the German's chagrin-- and holding them out.

"Well then I don't see why you get a free show and I'm left waitin' outside the theater." Sniper retorted, releasing Medic's hands and watching them fall to the doctor's hips. Medic seemed to repeat those words in his head, staring blatantly at Sniper's obvious arousal before understanding lit up in his face.

"You mean zhat--" Medic cut himself off at Sniper's nod, leaning back on his heels. "You vhant me to--"

"Yeah, Doc." Sniper interrupted, reaching a hand up to take his aviators off and set them down on the love seat. "I think its only fair, don't you?" He motioned to the recliner that was positioned across from them. "Take a seat, mate."

Medic cleared his throat, moving to stand up in front of Sniper. However, before Medic could turn around, hands were grasping at his hips and pulling the man forward. "Need help gettin' started?" Sniper muttered huskily, his chin brushing Medic's lower stomach as he spoke, one hand grazing the German's backside while the other moved to slip up under the labcoat.

Medic grasped Sniper's shoulder, gasping out the Australian's name under his breath whenever a hot mouth pressed against the growing bulge in his trousers. The Australian withdrew a hand from Medic's bottom to fiddle with the catches of the doctor's uniform. Medic held back a moan, the noise dying in his throat when his coat was torn open by impatient hands and undershirt untucked. The thin slip of fabric was wrenched up, causing Medic to bite down on his lower lip when a stubble-ridden chin began brushing along his stomach as Sniper kissed up to his navel.

"Bitte..." Medic groaned, digging his glove fingers into Sniper's red-clad shoulder to try and steady himself from the near-crippling torture of the situation. Sniper laughed, the noise vibrating against Medic's stomach and causing goosebumps to rise along his skin. Sniper pressed his fingers to the underside of Medic's arousal, rubbing them up and down its heated length through the doctor's trousers.

Suddenly, the heat and pleasure was gone as Sniper released Medic to lean back against the couch. Medic, feeling stranded, stood there for a moment -- looking utterly helpless -- before he took the hint and began to unbutton his uniform undershirt with one hand while loosening his tie with the other. Sniper hummed low in his throat, adjusting so that his legs were spread wide and a hand resting just beside his hardened member -- as is making preparations for the show that was to come.

Medic slid the shirt from his shoulders, tossing the white fabric and his tie to the side, bare chest exposed in the dim lamplight of Sniper's Winnebago. He brought gloved hands to his trousers, fiddling with the buckle to unsclasp it before pulling the thin leather strap off. It joined the small pile of clothes not long after as Medic kicked his boots off and divested himself of his trousers, leaving his gloves and form fitting underwear as the only clothing left.

Sniper gave an appraising noise in the back of his throat, thumb massaging the skin of his hips and motioning for Medic to continue. Shutting his eyes, the doctor ran a gloved hand down his stomach, fingers dipping in and out of the elastic of his underwear while the other hand came up to his mouth, taking the edge of the glove between his teeth and slowly pulling it off. Sniper quirked a brow as the doctor hummed a small song to himself, obviously trying to ignore his audience while swaying his hips just the tiniest bit.

Withdrawing his right hand from where it had been rubbing the flesh just above his underwear, Medic brought that hand to his mouth to repeat the process of taking his glove off. The German was already hard -- if the large bulge in his briefs had anything to do with it -- and Sniper's gaze couldn't seem to decide where it wanted to be focused.

Medic sang quietly to himself, bare hands moving down his chest to rest on his navel while he continued to sway about. There was a moment of hesitation before the doctor's hands descended to cup himself, kneading the flesh before pulling the elastic of his underwear down and exposing his hardened cock to the cool evening air. Medic hissed through his teeth -- temporarily stopping his song to admire the feel of his heated member in hand. His eyes were still shut, lower lip caught between his teeth as he began to stroke himself slowly.

"Come on, Doc. Hurry it up, its not a fuckin' tea party." Sniper barked, causing Medic's eyes to snap open and see the Australian looking impatient and utterly horny. Medic instantly sped his hand up, squeezing the head of his erection each time. Sniper uttered something in an approving tone. Medic's knees buckled just the slightest bit, his other hand clutching at the skin of his hip to try and ground himself. Gyrating his hips into his hand, Medic gasp for air, pleasure heightening in a burning coil that started to engulf his body. His cock was hard in his hand, the flesh firm and thick, emanating heat in thick pulses.

"Snipah..." Medic blurted out, his eyes opening to give the man a pleading look. The sight in front of him was enough to make his cock give a painful twitch of arousal. Sniper was in much the same position as he had been earlier that day, his eyes focused darkly on Medic, unreadable. Medic adjusted his legs, the hand that was clutching to his hip moving underneath of his erection to grasp to his scrotum. Sniper growled lowly, the love seat shifting as the man stood up and approach the German.

"Looks like I don't have the same patience as you, Doc." He said, one thin arm reaching out and grabbing Medic's elbow to force his body flush against the Australian's. Their cocks brushed and Medic gasped at the crippling pleasure that tore from him upon feeling Sniper's hardened member against his own. Sniper took Medic's chin in his hand, forcing him forward to press his lips against the German's in a strong kiss. Medic's heart fluttered in his chest, mouth instantly opening when a slick tongue swiped over his bottom lip.

While their mouths clashed in a fierce kiss, Sniper brought his hand up to engulf both of their erections, gripping them together and jerking his hand up and down. Medic gasped sharply into Sniper's mouth, the noise turning into a low moan when the other man began to rotate his hips in a pseudo thrusting motion against his own.

"Bitte-- " Medic pleaded against Sniper's lips, his hands moving to clutch at bony shoulders. Sniper gave the heads of their erections a painful squeeze, humming into the doctor's mouth.

"English, Doc." He chastised, breath ghosting over the Medic's lips as he spoke. Medic stuttered for a moment, unable to grasp the proper translation for a moment as his arousal continued to roar in his ears.

"P-please." He pleaded, nudging his mouth against Sniper's and biting down on the man's lower lip. Sniper grunted, releasing their cocks -- much to Medic's dismay -- and forcefully grasping onto the German's shoulders. Startled, Medic tried to protest the action, only to have himself bodily thrown onto the couch. Sniper clambered onto the love seat, moving Medic so that his face was being pressed into the arm rest as a calloused hand wrenched his underwear down from his backside and to his thighs.

Medic inhaled sharply when Sniper's lips pressed against the dip in his lower back, hand reaching around the German to grasp at his cock. Medic clawed at the arm rest, biting back a moan whenever Sniper dug an index finger into the slit of his hardened shaft. The Australian's stubble was brushing roughly against Medic's sensitive back with each kiss applied, causing him to shudder in pleasure.

"Herr Snipah--!" Medic choked out, the noise breaking into a low groan when his cock was given a rough tug and then stroked gently as if in apology. He stuffed a knuckle into his mouth to try and stifle another sound when one of Sniper's fingers from his other hand began to run along the crease of his bottom, teasing him relentlessly. Medic squirmed under the Australian's ministrations, whimpering loudly when Sniper pulled back suddenly, the brunet muttering under his breath and wrenching open a drawer on the small stand that was set next to the love seat. Medic, impatient, brought a hand down to stroke himself while Sniper was fiddling with something that the German couldn't see from his position.

The hand returned to Medic's cock, batting the doctor's arm out of the way to grasp at the engorged member -- this time slick with some form of cool oily substance. Groaning loudly, Medic brought his hand up to grip to the arm rest as Sniper's oiled up hand began to pump him slowly. "Bitte..." He pleaded, biting down on his knuckle again when a lubricated finger slid between his ass cheeks, running up and down against his entrance to apply the oil.

Sniper's mouth returned to his back, brushing feather light kisses along his spine when his index finger forced its way inside of the German. Medic arched his body at the intrusion, breathing out a gasp. He forced his body to relax, muscles clenching reflexively for a moment around Sniper's finger and drawing a hiss from the man.

"Mein Gott." Medic whimpered, giving a shallow thrust into Sniper's hand and consequentially forcing the finger inside of him to move as well. An undignified squeak accompanied the entry of another digit, Medic's hands digging into the arm rest to try and quell the arousal that was burning inside of him. Sniper said nothing, biting down on Medic's back, his hand gripping turgid flesh and stroking it at a tortuously slow pace. The two fingers inside of him scissored and spread his entrance wider, moving in and own to loosen tense muscles.

Medic bucked his hips, clawing at the arm rest when Sniper pinched the head of his cock and dragged a nail down the thick vein that was bulging along the underside of his hardened shaft. "Snipah--!" He cried, heat pooling in his gust and travelling all the way to his thighs as Sniper pressed a third finger inside of him.

"Patience, Doc. Just admirin' the scenery." Sniper murmured into Medic's spine, kissing the flesh tenderly as he spread out all three of his fingers, plunging them in and out of Medic's entrance, regardless of how much the muscles seemed to fluctuate around him. Medic wriggled his hips, cock hard and painfully erect in Sniper's hand, but nowhere near that gratifying release he was beginning to desperately need. Sniper pulled his mouth back, sitting upright. He gave Medic's arousal one final squeeze before withdrawing. He grasped at man's bottom, spreading apart the fleshy globes that had become firm from running around all day in a mad dash to keep his teammates alive.

"Beautiful..." Sniper murmured huskily, pulling out his fingers from inside of the German and shifting forward to hold his previously lubricated cock against the doctor's entrance, rubbing it up and down the ridge before moving his hips and beginning to slowly slide inwards. Medic released the breath he'd been holding, hissing loudly as he felt his body forcibly entered, eyes clenching shut in euphoria at the sensation that came with being filled so completely. He pulled his knuckle from his mouth with a pop, both hands clutching to the arm rest as Sniper became fully sheathed inside of him. Thin fingers were clutching to Medic's hips so tightly that he was sure they would bruise, Sniper's breath labored.

"Ich --- b-bitte!" Medic stuttered, his forehead thudded against the tattered felt of the arm rest, cock straining and hard as Sniper ceased to move once he'd fully entered the German. "Mehrrr." The German moaned, his hands clinging to the arm rest and wriggling his bottom to try and encourage the other man into doing /something/. Sniper leaned forward, thumbs stroking the pale flesh of Medic's waist and pressing a kiss to the back of his shoulder.

"English, mate." The Australian chastised lowly into Medic's ear, the noise drawing a shiver from the other man. Medic stumbled over the words, suddenly unable to recall how to voice his desires in English as Sniper shifted a knee, effectively moving around just the slightest bit inside of him.

"More -- please. Move, Herr Snipah." Medic finally stuttered out, undulating his hips. Sniper's teeth grazed the flesh of Medic's shoulder, biting down as he drew back his hips until the head of his cock was barely inside of the man. Teeth sinking into the German's shoulder, Sniper snapped his hips forward in a powerful thrust, tearing a shout from Medic's wanton form beneath him.

Medic clawed at the arm rest as Sniper gave another strong thrust, his muscles clenching temporarily in pleasure and drawing a grunt from the Australian. Leaning forward until his chest was flush against Medic's back, Sniper wrapped an arm around the man's midsection, his other hand going to grasp gently at the German's throbbing member, stroking it in time with his violent bucking. Medic's pleasure was rising at an unbearably fast pace, his voice unable to find the proper words for a good while as Sniper drove relentlessly into him.

"S-slow down!" He cried, voice fluctuating at the sheer intensity of the other man's pounding. Sniper buried his face into the crook of Medic's shoulder, instantly slowing his pace into deep and leisurely thrusts that had Medic regretting ever having told the man to deaden his previous pace. The heat inside him was waning, leaving a dull burn that ate away at him with a constant feeling of intense pleasure -- neither helping nor hurting his need for climax. He could feel the head of Sniper's cock rub against his entrance before slowly diving back in, just grazing that sweet bundle of nerves enough to make Medic writhe and plead for more.

Sniper's hand that was on the Medic's erection stilled for a moment, sliding down to fondle his scrotum and running an index finger along the small indent between each sac. Medic shuddered, an incomprehensible keen escaping him before Sniper' hand returned to the Medic's cock, stroking even more slowly than he was thrusting inside of him.

"Hören sie... diese folterung auf!" Medic babbled into the arm rest, bucking his hips into Sniper's hand to try and stimulate the Australian into speeding up his movements. Sniper said nothing about Medic falling back into his native tongue, instead speeding the pace of his thrusts into all-out fucking. The sheer force of his pounding movements forced Medic to bite down on the fabric of the arm rest, tasting coffee and stale cigarettes as he did so.

Sniper shifted his hips just a fraction, the head of his cock suddenly snapping over that tight bundle of nerves that drew another cry from the German . "Nnh! Ah- Snipah!" Medic howled around the arm rest, his throbbing member twitching as he felt himself drawing even closer to release. Sniper grunted, lips pressed into Medic's back and teeth scraping across tender flesh when the Australian began to pant heavily. Medic could feel the heat coiling in his gut, a dull burn that grew and grew until it engulfed him.

"K-Kommen. Snipah -- Ich --!" Medic gasped when the hand around his erection rose to scrape a fingernail over the slit of his head. The sudden spike of pleasure came at the same time Sniper's cock slammed into his prostate once more and Medic's head snapped back painfully as he finally fell over the edge. Crying out, he came in violent spurts, body shuddering an jerking with each burst of thick white cum that erupted from his cock. Sniper held tightly to his pulsing member, squeezing it as he seemed to ride out Medic's orgasm with deep thrusts that soon bordered on frantic. The German's muscles were clenching and squeezing around Sniper's shaft, milking his orgasm from him so suddenly that Sniper cracked his hips into Medic's backside, biting down on the pale flesh of the man's back with a grunt.

Sniper jerked and shook, thrusting shallowly to try and prolong his orgasm, cum erupting from him in heavy jets until he was spent. Gasping for air, Sniper withdrew far enough for his flaccid cock to slip out from inside of Medic.

Once he'd regained enough sense of mind to take in his surroundings, Medic moved to get something to clean up with, but froze when Sniper growled low in his throat. The other man said nothing, shoving the doctor down to lie on the couch as he positioned himself behind Medic to spoon him. "That can wait till latah." The Australian muttered into Medic's ear, hands wrapping around the man's cum-smeared torso, a kiss pressing against the back of his neck.

Surprised and somewhat flustered, Medic lowered his hands on top of the ones hugging his torso, eyes falling shut to listen to the rhythm of his rapidly beating heart as it calmed down. Sniper grunted in contentment, his softened cock nestled between Medic's ass cheeks as the man's breathing evened out somewhat.

"So, is this a one time thing, mate? Or at we lookin' at somethin' more long term?" Sniper murmured into Medic's neck, the question itself startling the doctor into tightly gripping to Sniper's hands. He didn't speak for a moment, weighing the pros and cons in his head before realizing that in a war, things like the future didn't really matter as much-- as long as you had someone in the present to live for.

"Ja... I vould like to see vhere vhe can take zhis." He said, words forming slowly before he ended it with a finalizing nod. Sniper's breath hitched, arms around Medic's torso squeezing him tightly for a moment before a sigh escaped the Australian.

"Good."

Medic withdrew the needle from Scout's inner elbow, taking an alcohol swab and dabbing at the red dot of blood that had welled up from the action. Scout winced, fingers trying to scratch at the point of injection as he glanced nervously about Medic's office. "That was a flu shot? Felt kinda funny for one of those..." He muttered softly -- more to himself than anyone. Medic hummed, tossing out the syringe and his gloves before going about getting a fresh pair.

"It vas a /special/ kind of shot..." He said jovially, snapping the latex over his hands and going about tidying up his small clinic. "It vill begin vhorking soon enough, so just stay zhere until zen." He motioned to the military-issue medical bed that Scout was perched on the edge of and his none-too-eager patient nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, yeah. awright." Scout's gaze followed after Medic as the man withdrew a small clipboard from one of the medical cabinets, pulling out a pen from the breast pocket of the shirt he wore beneath his lab coat and clicking it.

"Ah you feeling anyzing different after ze shot? Elevated heartbeat? Perhaps you ah overheated?" Medic queried, stepping over to the lush office chair he had set up beside a small supply counter and taking a seat. He crossed one leg over the other, pressing the pen to whatever paper he had on the clipboard. Scout's brows furrowed, raising his arm to rub absently at the crook of his elbow, scratching the point of injection for a moment as he contemplated Medic's questions.

"Am I hot?" The speedster hummed to himself, shifting against the cot for a moment and shrugging. "Yeah, I guess so. It /is/ kinda hot in here..." He trailed off, one finger scratching the small puncture hole. He pursed his lips, watching Medic oddly as the man hummed and scribbled something down on his clipboard.

"Anyzing else? Hypersensitivity?" Scout's nose crinkled at the word, shifting again and pulling his legs up on the cot to cross them in a pretzel formation. Medic's eyes were drawn from his notes to watch the boy's behavior curiously. Scout withdrew his hand from the inside of his elbow, instead moving to rest it leisurely on his lap -- a little too leisurely, given that it was a poor attempt at covering what seemed to be a growing bulge in his trousers.

Medic hummed curiously under his breath, writing down his observation as Scout seemed to think of a reply. "Kinda /real/ hot now. S'like... What the hell did you do? G'damn." Scout squirmed again, moving around on the cot until he was lying on his stomach, a scowl evident on youthful features. Medic wrote something else down before clicking his pen closed and glancing up.

"Vhat /I/ did vhas nozing. Vhat zat serum did vhas to test ze extent of your sexual capacity." He informed, pointing his pen at Scout informatively and then clicking it to return to his notes. "It allows me to see zat ze var has not affected ze development of your youth." Medic muttered as he wrote, taking note to write down the way Scout seemed to be constantly wriggling about in as subtle a manner as he could.

"It ez a relatively new serum, so zere are still some kinks to vhork out. From vhat ze ozer doctors haff told me, ze only side effect is prolonged heightened sexual arouzal." Medic shrugged nonchalantly, checking something off on his notes and glancing up to where Scout had rolled onto his right side, a grimace on his face and hands clutching to his crotch.

"Wh-what the.... the hell?" Scout gasped out, pressing his already sweating forehead against the cot, legs shifting restlessly and his fingers already beginning to massage the bulge in his trousers. Medic's eyebrows rose, a small smile pulling at his lips and hand moving quickly to record the boy's actions onto paper. Scout keened, drawing his lower lip between his teeth and gnawing at it while massaging his fingers just the slighest bit.

"zis is nozing zat a proper orgasm can't fix, howevah." Medic continued softly, as if speaking to himself more than to Scout. The youth moaned low in his throat, hips bucking into his own hand and cursing Medic profusely through his teeth. He released his lower lip, leaving the reddened skin moist and plump as Scout tried to draw in another shaky breath.

"Ya.. ya freak.... pedophile..." Scout gasped out, one hand flying from his crotch to grasp at the paper bedding of the cot, the other working furiously to maintain friction against his hardened cock -- rubbing it quickly and frantically through his pants. Medic tutted, clicking his pen closed so he could properly motion for Scout to approach, though the brunet barely noticed anything over his own haze of arousal.

"Come heyah. Touching yourself like an animal in heat vhill do nozing to stop ze serum from vhorking its vhay through your system." He reprimanded, watching his teammate's legs squirm and knees clack together when Scout tried to spread his legs and pinch them together all at once.

Scout whimpered softly, peeking up at Medic through a clenched eye as he continued to rub himself through his shorts.

"Wh-whut?" Scout breathed out, teeth clenched and watching the man cautiously. Medic rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair and looking expectantly to Scout.

"Vhell?" Medic tapped his pen against the clipboard, both eyebrows rising to nearly his hairline as Scout all-but fell from the cot, stumbling halfway to the chair with fingers that were frantically trying to get his belt undone when he suddenly keeled forward. Dropping to a knee, Scout's hand grasped for the arm rest of Medic's chair, the other one fumbling with the button of his trousers, snapping it open and diving his hand down to withdraw his painfully hard erection, panting loudly.

Medic peered down at the boy, jumping slightly in surprise when Scout's forehead dropped heavily against his knee. He could feel the Scout's hot breath puffing against his leg, warming the fabric and sending a sudden coil of delight through the man. Scout was jerking at his hardened member frantically, one hand clinging to Medic's arm rest like a lifeline as the man contemplated what to do with the wanton teen before him.

"F-- what the helllll." Scout hissed through his teeth, fingers clutching to the head of his cock and squeezing it tightly, forcing small droplets of pre-cum to ooze from the slit. Medic leaned to the side to get a better view, giving an intrigued quirk of his brow.

"Already at zat stage of arouzal? Hm." He turned back to his paper, scribbling something else down as Scout moved his face against the man's knee, cheekbone pressing forcefully against Medic's leg and groaning lowly.

"Freak -- freakin' hell, mannnn.." It was a barely audible whimper against Medic's knee. Scout rotated his hips, gnawing on his bottom lip. Sighing, the doctor held his pen in his fist, reaching out two fingers to guide Scout's head into looking up at him. "Does et burn? Vhat are you feeling? Do you vhant it to stop?" He cooed, a gloved thumb brushing over the youth's lower lip and coaxing it out from between Scout's teeth.

"F'fuckin' burns... everywhere." Scout croaked, ignoring as Medic slipped a thumb between his lips and ran the latex-clad appendage along his teeth. Medic hummed, taking the information in and storing it in the back of his mind to write down later. Using his thumb as a tongue depressor, Medic's lips pursed when he took note of how abnormally hot Scout's mouth was around his finger. When the teen closed his lips around Medic's thumb, the German nearly dropped his clipboard. Scout hummed low in his throat, tongue swirling around the digit and trying to draw it further into his mouth.

Scout's hand increased its pace, jerking frantically at his engorged cock that seemed almost painfully erect. His other hand left the armrest to wrap around Medic's leg, clinging to him like a wanton animal and suckling to the man's thumb greedily. Medic allowed the action for a moment longer before he pulled his hand away, hiding a grin at the way Scout's head seemed to follow the motion at first. The youth gave up when he realized Medic wouldn't allow him to suck on the cool appendage any longer, returning his forehead to the doctor's knee with a moan.

"You ah burning up, zen? You you vhant to stop ze burn?" He queried, using his wettened thumb to click his pen and scribe down another set of notes. Scout nodded against Medic's leg, his hips gyrating into the pumping motions of his hand. Medic tutted, reaching out to thwack Scout on the top of his head with his pen.

"Zen you vhill need to remove your clothes. zey are far too bozersome and are only making ze heat vorse." Scout didn't comply right away and Medic rapped him on the head a second time. This time, Scout painstakingly removed his hands to push himself to his feet. He shucked off his trousers, aching shaft so hard that Medic could see the veins bulging in them, nearly pulsing with each beat of the boy's rapid heart.

The German doctor gave an appraising hum, though it was ignored by Scout as the younger man hurriedly divested himself of both his socks, shoes, and satchel. With an impatient keening noise, Scout wrenched his shirt over his head, hat being knocked off in the process and headset clattering somewhere nearby in his hurry. The teen threw the red bit of clothing somewhere behind him, completely oblivious to everything but his own lust. Medic grinned to himself when given the view of a fully nude Scout standing before him, body flushed with arousal and cock standing erect -- begging for release.

The doctor motioned with a single finger, beckoning Scout closer. He was surprised, however, when he suddenly found himself with a lap full of the youth and a fevered mouth pressing frantic kisses along his jawline and neck. The spry body arched against Medic's uniform, as if hungering for the cool feel of the lab coat. Medic grunted at the sudden movement, temporarily pausing in his in note-taking to shift his hand from the clipboard and looping it around Scout's back.

"Am I cold? Feels good, ja?" He uttered huskily into Scout's ear, earning a whimper, a roll of naked hips against his stomach and lips mouthing greedily on the junction of his neck and jaw. Medic allowed the boy a few more moments of desperate sucking before he pulled his arm back to gently ease Scout onto his lap.

At first, Scout seemed as if he wasn't above pawing at Medic's chest to get the man to comply, but that was before Scout finally noticed the significantly large bulge in Medic's trousers as he continued to perch himself on the doctor's lap. Medic noticed Scout's shift in demeanor, hovering his pen over the clipboard.

"Does knowing zat you heff arouzed anuzzah man excite you in zis state? Or does ze serum not affect you eizer vhay?" Medic queried, grunting lowly when Scout apparently decided he liked the feeling of Medic's cock brushing against his bottom and started undulating his hips in the man's lap.

"F-freakin shit..." Scout cursed, teeth clenching. He brought a hand up to Medic's shoulder, grasping it tightly while continuing his slow grinding motion. It took a moment for Medic to reign in his self control, his fingers digging into the clipboard under Scout's ministrations. Muffling a groan in the back of his throat, Medic clicked his pen closed, reaching to the side of the chair where a small set of medical drawers was located.

"Zhere iz only one vay to truly make sure zat ze serum vears off properly." He pulled open the second one, extracting a small nondescript bottle and pressing it against Scout's palm that was clutching to the arm rest. Scout turned his hand around, grasping the bottle and eyeing it with something unreadable in his expression.

Medic's eyebrows rose expectantly, clicking his pen once more and setting his elbow on the armrest, eyes flickering down to his crotch in a suggestive gesture. Scout whimpered suddenly, pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock of its own volition as the boy shifted back to fumble with the buckle of Medic's trousers. It took a few tries before Scout could see through his haze of lust well enough to free Medic's rock hard shaft from its confines, a look of startlement obvious on the teen's face.

Scout ran his fingers up and down the length of Medic's cock, pinching the head before he began to unscrew the cap of the small lubricant bottle. Somewhat impatient, Medic crossed a leg over his knee, shifting Scout's body as he did so and watching the brunet fumble to grasp onto something before he toppled out of the chair, his hardened cock bouncing at the movement. Whatever insult that had been bubbling up inside of Scout seemed to die off when he was struck with a flash of burning desire, gasping with a low moan and trying to squirt out enough lubricant to apply a decent amount to Medic's engorged length.

Medic groaned appreciatively in his throat, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "You zeem to know vhat to do already. Have you done zese things vith annuzah?" Scout didn't reply at first, instead gasping again and accidentally dropping the small tube onto Medic's stomach as another flash of heat seemed to roar through him.

"Y-yeah... sometimes Demoman... he gets... gets real lonely..." Scout stuttered, clambering higher up on Medic's lap, back arching and his hand going to Medic's hard shaft to guide it against his puckered entrance. A loud groan escaped the both of them when Scout eased himself down, both hands flying backwards onto Medic's knees for support. A wanton hiss broke from Scout's mouth, his cock twitching against his stomach and distracting Medic temporarily from his previous train of thought.

Scout's head fell back, a gasping pant escaping the teen as he slowly lifted himself up on Medic's lap, dog tags slipping around to his back and clacking loudly together. The German observed with interest, clutching to his pen. "Doez et feel gut?" He queried when Scout moaned loudly and began lowering himself down onto Medic's cock once more. Medic hissed deep in his throat, reaching out to grasp Scout's hip and forcing the teen further down onto his erection with an upward thrust.

Thin fingers dug into his thighs as Scout arched into the action. It didn't take long for him to start moving after establishing a slow up and down rhythm. Medic's eyes crinkled, trying not to close them as tendrils of white hot pleasure shot through his body. Scout's pace increased, riding Medic almost frantically with bucking hips. Medic groaned, his head tilting back until it smacked against the top of his chair, pen slipping from his fingers to clatter to the ground. His leg fell from its crossed position so that he could spread them further apart, allowing Scout easier access to continue impaling himself.

"Mein gott..." Medic hissed, reaching out with his now-empty hand to hold tightly onto Scout's thin hip, helping guide the youth in his motions. Scout whimpered, toes curling into Medic's coat from where they were on either side of the man's body.

"F-freakin hell..." Scout babbled, gasping for air when Medic thrust up into him at the same time he drove his body downwards. "F-fuck!" Medic's cock brushed against something inside of him that had Scout's entire body jerk and his muscles clamp down on the man's shaft. His cock twitched, pre-cum oozing from the head as pleasure coiled throughout the boy's body. Panting, Scout snapped his eyes open, fingers clutching onto Medic's knees.

"W-wh-FUCK." Medic thrust up into him again when Scout didn't resume his motions, jarring Scout into trying to achieve that sinfully glorious feeling of pleasure again. He rode Medic frantically, cock bouncing against his stomach with each upward thrust that the older man gave to help them both achieve release. Scout could feel heat coiling and burning throughout his body, sending flares of erotic delight up and down the base of his engorged member.

Medic grunted under his breath, gloved fingers digging into Scout's hipbone when the teen's entire body suddenly seized up. A loud wail tore from Scout's lips, muscles clenching down on Medic's cock as he came in violent spurts, streams of milky white cum splashing against his chest and stomach. His legs shook, body quivering with each pulse that wracked through him. The feel of Scout clamping down on him was enough to send Medic teetering over the edge, jerking up inside of the boy with a frenzy until his orgasm blindsided him.

Medic hissed, exploding inside of Scout before either man could react. He shook, giving short and quick thrusts to help aide each jet of cum that tore from his aching cock. They rode out their orgasms together until there seemed to be nothing left, the room filled with soft pants and the occasional moan.

Scout whimpered, the last trails of his release sliding down his softening member in rivulets, body slumping forward until his forehead bumped onto Medic's shoulder. Medic hummed low in his throat, the hand on Scout's hip forcing the younger man to lift himself up long enough for Medic's cock to slide out -- slick with lubricant and his own cum. Scout wriggled at the odd sensation before he collapsed back onto Medic's chest, panting into the doctor's neck.

"Ho-holy shit, man..." Scout muttered, raising his hands to clutch at Medic's lab coat. "Please tell me you have more of whatevuh th'hell dat shit was."

An amused chuckle escaped Medic, and he set his clipboard aside to ruffle Scout's hair fondly. "zat vill be for me to know and you to find out, von't it, little runner?" Scout released a disappointed huff, protest on his lips when he suddenly found himself shoved off of Medic's lap and sent tumbling to the floor.

"Vhell, ze cuddling session is ovah. I'm happy to let you know zat ze serum vorked faster on you zan any of ze ozahs so far." As he spoke, Medic retrieved his clipboard, not even bothering to tuck himself back into his trousers or to clean up any of the stains on his clothes before picking his pen up and resuming note-taking. Scout stared up at the man, speechless for a moment as he tried to regain his bearings.

He stood, scuttling around the room to find all of his missing clothes and pull them on. "What the freak, man. Not even /Demo/ is such an ass..." The teen hissed to himself, buckling his trousers and heading for the door while trying to get his shirt back on, headset in hand. Medic glanced up from his notes to watch Scout's retreating form.

"Demo? Oh yes, I haff not seen him yet. Vhill you please send him my vhay vhen you get ze chance?" If Scout heard him or not, Medic wasn't sure, considering the infirmary door slammed shut only halfway through the doctor's request.

Medic released a mournful sigh, returning to his notes. "Und he vhas so eager...."

It had been a long day, Scout was sure he'd respawned at least four times -- which was far more than his normal quota -- and RED had been utterly ruthless as of late. With a tired sigh, the speedster trudged to his room, pulling off his headset and tossing it somewhere on the floor. He kicked off his shoes with a tired groan of relief, socks following soon after that allowed his toes free room to wiggle. He sighed, preparing to flop onto his bed when a knock came from his door. Unused to people actually being polite, Scout called out, "Its open!" to whomever had decided to grace him with their presence. The doorknob jiggled for a moment before it slowly creaked open with a moan. Scout's fatigued face drew into a look of horror and he stumbled back, tripping over one of his shoes in his mad scramble to escape the man who stood in his door way.

"N-no Spy! NO!" Scout cried in horror, drawing bandaged hands up to shield his eyes from the sight before him. BLU Spy stood before him, dressed from head to toe in the same clothes as Scout's mother, powder blue dress revealing long legs covered in masculine brown hair that stopped at the man's feet, which were inside a set of matching blue pumps. The stomach of Spy's dress was cinched at the center with a strip of black fabric that caused the older gentleman's hips to curve out and give Spy a bit of a womanly figure. Although his mask remained intact, it didn't stop the man from adorning a wig that reflected the style of Scout's mother's hair.

"It's mommy time~." Spy cooed as he held out a small pocket watch in hand and lazily allowed it to swing back and forth. Scout warbled in utter terror, scooching back on the ground until his back hit the bed frame as Spy stepped into the room, using the heel of his fancy shoe to kick the door shut. With a flick of one finely manicured finger, the door was locked.

Continuing to swing the pocket-watch in a pendulum motion, Spy approached, dress making a quiet swishing noise with his every movement. Scout whimpered, grabbing onto his bed and trying to drag himself up onto it in a mad dash to get away. Spy's hairless left arm reached out to grasp at Scout's face, forcing the boy to turn and look at him. Scout's eyes wandered from Spy's wig, down to the soft brown hair of the man's legs that were crouched in front of him.

"Now now, /son/." Spy cooed, teetering the pocket-watch to and fro. Scout couldn't help but stray his vision from Spy's nicely primped wig and to the hypnotic device. "Zat's it, child. Listen to ze sound of mommy's voice."

Eyes drooping in a sleepy fashion, Scout's head began to bob for a moment before he jerked it back up. "N-no, Spy!" Scout blurted out, trying to tear his vision from the pocket-watch but his head was forcibly jerked to look at it. Spy tutted, his manicured thumb and index finger pinching Scout's cheeks to make the boy's lips pucker. He leaned forward and Scout couldn't help but inhale the scent of stale nicotine and sulfur before Spy pecked a kiss against Scout's mouth. Pulling back with a grin, Spy moved the pendulum-like watch to sway in front of Scout's face.

"Does Scout like mommy's kissees?" Spy pressed another kiss to Scout's mouth before moving to ghost his lips over the soft skin of the brunet's cheek. Scout squirmed, a childish whimper flying from his mouth as he continued to focus on the watch; gaze more vacant by the second until he suddenly slumped against the side of the bed. Spy grinned as Scout finally succumbed to the hypnotism, his head sagging in Spy's grasp.

"I am your mother, you love me unconditionally and will do anything zat I say, no matter how wrong it feels." Spy muttered lowly into the hypnotized man's ear. Scout made a small noise under his breath, head bobbing in a pseudo-nod and Spy's face pulled back into a grin. Withdrawing his hands, Spy set down the watch to reach behind himself pulling out a cigarette case that was tucked beneath the back of the black waist band of his dress. He pulled a slim stick out, grabbing the lighter from the case and flicking it on to light the cigarette, taking a deep drag and setting the case aside.

He took another puff, snapping his finger and watching Scout jerk awake.

There was a sleepy confusion in his eyes before they dawned with some form of recognition. "M-ma? What are you doing here?" Spy chuckled softly under his breath, only giving Scout a sweet smile in return. Taking a drag from his cigarette, Spy reached out a hand to stroke up and down Scout's arm in a motherly fashion.

"I just want to see my favorite baby boy." He muttered with false affection, stopping to grab one of Scout's bandaged hands and rubbing a thumb over the knuckles like his own mother used to do. Scout, embarrassed, pulled his hand away to thumb his nose defiantly.

"Ma, I ain't a baby no more-- I'm in the army an' everythin!" He grasped at the dog tags and showed them to Spy. "I even got my own tags to go with pop's!" Spy did nothing more than grin, a hand reaching up to pinch one of Scout's cheeks and give it a loving squeeze.

"No, you're not. Look at 'ow much you 'ave grown." Spy placed his hand on Scout's chest, feeling the dip between Scout's pectoral muscles. Ignoring the odd look that crossed Scout's face, Spy used his index finger to trace down the Scout's chest, feeling the contours of toned stomach through Scout's sleeveless tee. Scout deftly leaned back from the touch, moving to change the subject from the fact that he was feeling violated. Spy grinned, flicking some ash from his cigarette off onto the cheap carpet floor.

"Y-yeah, I've grown a whole bunch since I left!" With that exclamation, Scout put his hands out in a motion to pause Spy's advancements. "Check out these muscles!" He pulled his right arm up, flexing the tube-like appendage and grinning when a small ridge appeared in his bicep. Spy laughed softly, tutting and humoring the boy by feeling the small bulge of muscle. Scout flexed it under Spy's grasp and the Frenchman let out a falsified squeal.

"My my, you 'AVE grown!" The smile turned sly as Spy used the heel of his shoe to stamp out the cigarette and toss it aside. Scout looked ready to say something about the smoking habit, but instead closed his mouth with a click Turning back to Scout, Spy ghosted his hand back to Scout's chest, feeling the muscles before floating both hands to Scout's abdomen and slipping underneath the red shirt to lightly touch at flat skin. "And 'as my baby boy grown elsewhere as well?" As Spy spoke, Scout squirmed, moving his hands down to push Spy's wandering fingers away from the sensitive flesh of his stomach.

"Come on, ma, what are ya doin?" Scout asked, a concerned and mildly worried smile on his face as he watched the man before him with wariness. Spy leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Scout's lips once, twice, and then a third time for a longer and deeper kiss, tongue flicking over Scout's thin lips. Each kiss had the younger man leaning back until he scrambled up on the bed to get away from the feeling of Spy's tongue against his mouth.

"Woah! Ma! Wh-what the hell was that?" Scout scrubbed his arm over his lips, eyes wide with some kind of horrified expression. He sat leaning against the wall that the bed was pushed up against, legs drawn to his chest. Spy stood, adjusting his wig, putting one knee on the bed and hauling himself forward. He reached up a hand to adjust his wig for a moment, grinning sweetly at Scout.

"Now come on, sweetheart. I just want to see if you are healthy, zat's all." Reaching a hand out, Spy ran the backs of his fingers over Scout's cheek, turning his hand over to pinch the soft flesh tenderly. Scout pushed the hand away from his face, small lips pursed into a scowl. Spy ignored it, grabbing Scout and pulling him into a firm hug. The action knocked the wig askew, giving Spy the look of having an abnormally large forehead underneath his balaclava. The hug lasted this way for a few seconds before Scout seemed to relax. Spy took this as initiative, sliding one hand up the back of Scout's shirt and tearing a yelp of surprise from the man in his arms. Scout tried to squirm out of Spy's grasp, only to earn a slap on the ass for his efforts.

Scout went still for a moment. Spy used this time to fiddle with the button of Scout's pants with one hand while the other stroked up and down Scout's lean back. Suddenly, Scout came to life again, breathing in sharply and leaning back with a snarl.

"Fuckin' Spy--!" Whatever else he was going to say was cut off by the odd warbling noise he made when Spy's hand went down his pants and cupped the warm flesh of his crotch. Scout rose a hand to shove Spy back, though he just as suddenly clutched to the blue dress when Spy's hand slipped further down and rolled the younger man's sac between two fingers.

"Je-Jesus fuck!" Scout bucked up against the hand, his legs jerking in shock at the sudden spark of pleasure. Scout's cock twitched against Spy's lower palm and wrist, hardening ever so slowly as the Frenchman began to gently fondle heated flesh. His hand moved back and forth to generate a small amount of friction at the base of Scout's member, watching the myriad of emotions cross over the youth's face.

Spy used his free hand to adjust the wig, making sure it fit properly before scooting foward on the bed. A glance down caused Scout to become slightly flustered, though he said nothing. The tent of fabric was prominent through the tight silk of the cocktail dress, unrestrained by much more than a pair of sheer panties. Scout hissed, one bent leg sliding out to the side and grasping desperately at Spy's dress. The brunet couldn't help himself from thrusting up into the hand that was now moving along his hardened cock in slow strokes.

"And 'ow does zis feel?" Spy purred into Scout's ear. Scout groaned weakly, urging his hips forward. Spy chuckled low in his throat and pushed Scout back onto the bed. Spy crawled up the length of Scout's body, his dress pulling taught over pale thighs and a quiver of excitement traveling through the Frenchman. Lowering his hips, Spy hiked up his dress, his shaft so hard that the head was peeking out over the edge of the man's panties. Scout's eyes went wide, his mouth dry and fingers grasping at the bed sheets.

"Sp-Spy, what are you-- nng!" Whatever Scout had intended to say was cut off when Spy dipped his head down to lick along Scout's exposed member. Scout jerked up off of the bed, nearly bucking Spy off of him in his surprise. Spy's wig slid off of his head, falling to the mattress with a soft 'whumph'. Spy frowned against Scout's cock, pulling his head and hand back to get the wig and put it back on, making sure it was fitted properly to his head before he returned to his previous task.

His lips closed over the engorged head, tongue diving into the slit to tease it before lavishly swirling around the tip. Scout keened softly, his legs writhing from where they were pinned beneath Spy's body. Spy tsk'ed, teeth grazing the reddened shaft and tearing another incomprehensible noise from Scout. One hand slid down to fondle Scout's scrotum, pinching the sac gently and tugging on the soft flesh as Spy took the brunet's entire length in his mouth. Scout cried out, one hand flying to his mouth to muffle the noise.

Biting down on his knuckles, Scout keened softly and with quivering legs. Spy had him pinned by sitting on Scout's legs, one elbow pressing into the flesh of his flat hips to keep him from thrusting up into the hot cavern of Spy's mouth. Scout's pants had been tugged down to the very top of his thighs at some point during all of his writhing, leaving Spy with better access as he bobbed his head up and down along the younger man's straining erection.

With each oscillating motion that Spy made, he dragged his teeth or tongue up along the underside of Scout's painfully erect member. His pulse was roaring in his ears from the feeling of burning heat engulfing his cock, sucking and undulating around the head. Scout clutched to the bedsheets with one hand, biting down on his other hand to keep from shouting out each time Spy gave a particularly strong suck to his cock or pull to his scrotum. Spy pulled back as he tasted the first bitter drops of precum that oozed from Scout's cock, tearing a breathy whine from the brunet.

"Now now, zere is more to life zan ze basics." Spy admonished, his shoes catching the bedsheets as the man crawled up Scout's body, one hand moving to pull his panties down enough to expose his erect shaft, a much darker shade than Scout's pink member, dark hair curling around the base and trailing up to his navel. Scout swallowed thickly, body trembling as Spy pulled the dress up around his stomach and straddled Scout's hips, thrusting downward and forcing their cocks to rub against one another. Scout snapped his hips forward, head falling back against the bed with a shout when Spy grasped their cocks in his hand and began jerking them both off.

Scout squeaked something incomprehensible as Spy began to undulate his hips while running a fist up and down both of their cocks, holding them tightly together and causing enough painful friction for Scout to wince in both pain and pleasure. Scout groaned, heat coiling in his gut as more precum began to dribble from the head. Spy's hand increased its incursion, speeding up to a point where Scout was nearing his climax before he even realized what was going on. The cry escaped him before he could stop it, yelling out as his orgasm slammed into him, cum spurting from the head of his engorged cock in thick streams that covered both Scout's shirt and Spy's dress in the viscous white fluid.


Scout collapsed against the bed with a loud exhale as Spy released their cocks. He released a yelp of surprise when a hand fisted into his shirt and forced him to sit up, face coming dangerously close to Spy's dark and erect cock. Scout's gaze trailed up from Spy's shaft to his face, expression one of unease, licking his lips in an almost nervous manner. Spy stared down at him expectantly. "Suck it."

Scout bit down on his lower lip for a moment before he opened his mouth, a muffled gasp escaping him the second Spy shoved his cock in between thin lips. Scout regulated his breathing as soon as he could, eyes falling shut as he tightened his lips around the thick member. He moved his head back and forth, teeth scraping accidentally against Spy's dick a few times and causing the Frenchman to inhale sharply more than once. Spy thrust into Scout's mouth, gagging the boy. He fisted a handful of dark brown hair between his fingers and guided Scout's head along his cock. Scout used as much of his tongue as he could, sucking his hardest before Spy grunted and Scout found himself with a mouthful of sticky semen gushing down his throat.

Scout choked, pulling back to spit when Spy pressed a hand over his mouth and tutted. "If I can do it, zen you can do it too. Swallow." Scout gave the man a viciously dirty glare, swallowing heavily and grimacing at the taste. Spy patted Scout's cheek tenderly.

"Your mother would be proud."

RED Spy wished he'd been more aware of where the Engineer had stationed his newer contraptions when he found himself wrapped up in a net that had come flying out of a sentry cannon. He stumbled to the ground, the corners of the net weighed down by some kind of heavy metal. He cursed in his native tongue, flipping out his balisong and trying to saw away at the wire netting. Heavy footsteps approached and Spy glanced up to see BLU Engineer standing before him with a grin and a hand on his hip.

"Evenin', Spah." Engineer tipped his hardhat, a grin evident on his face. He held up some kind of remote control, thumb hovering over the large button on the center. "Y'remember the other day when y'broke into the base and made a pretty mess of my darlin' sentry here? I do." He stepped closer to Spy, crouching down next to the strong netting and smiling.

"Got myself a little revenge here." He hit the button and Spy screamed as he felt electricity course through his entire body. It took only a few seconds before darkness overtook him.

When Spy came to, he was on an icy metal worktable with his pants tugged down just above his knees and his arms taped about his back. His suit was unbuttoned and pulled open to expose nipples that had hardened against the cool air, tie completely gone. He tried to move, honestly, but every time he sent a command do his legs, they did nothing. His thighs trembled with effort, but getting his calves and feet to actually work seemed to be an impossible feat.

He felt a warm hand pressing against his naked hip, thumb stroking the tender flesh. BLU Engineer chuckled, dipping an index finger into Spy's briefs and pulling them down. His other hand went to lift Spy enough off of the table so that he could pull the Frenchman's underwear down to his thighs. "Yer lookin' mighty cold there, Spah. Reckon I ought t'warm you up." Engineer's right hand moved back to give Spy a hearty slap on the ass, tearing a cry of "Merde!", from the RED. Engineer stepped away from Spy, obviously confident in the fact that -- although untied at the ankles -- he would not escape.

"Now lets see what I've got here for ya." Engineer muttered to himself, looking underneath of the work table until he muttered something happily to himself and stood up straight with two objects held in his grasp. Spy's eyes went wide as the man set down a roll of duct tape and a small travel-sized tube of mechanical lubricant. Engineer examined the two objects for a bit before shaking his head.

"Now that ain't right. I coulda sworn I put that with the tape fer somethin' like this." He mumbled, scratching at his chin with his fingers before turning around to search the rest of the workshop. Drawers were upturned and sentries shoved aside as Spy squirmed and wriggled on the table, his cock exposed to the cool air-conditioned room and making him twice as uncomfortable as he normally would have been in such a situation. Not that Spy had ever been kidnapped to be sexually assaulted by the enemy Engineer, that is.

"Ah-hah!" Engineer crowed, procuring something phallic shaped from behind a broken down dispenser. "Knew I hid it somewhere around here." Spy tried to look over his shoulder, but the strain on his neck proved too much and he collapsed weakly against the table. Engineer walked up behind the man, grinning wickedly as he picked up mechanical lubricant and unscrewed the cap with a spare finger.

"Now this here is called strippin' a man of his dignity and pride." He squirted some of the lube onto his hand, setting down the electric dildo on the table. With his left hand, he grasped Spy's bottom, kneading the flesh before spreading the cheeks apart to expose the man's puckered entrance.

Pressing a slicked finger against Spy's crack, Engineer slid his fingers downwards before forcing his index finger inside of the RED, wriggling it around and sliding his hand back and forth to relax Spy's tightened entrance. A second and third finger soon followed, as well as a hearty application of oily lubricant before Engineer withdrew to fetch the electronic phallus.

Spy released a noise that was a cross between an angry curse and a whimper. He shuddered, muscles fluctuating when something firm and larger than Engineer's fingers pressed against him. He jerked his hips forward, but to no avail as Engineer thrust the dildo inside of him, the lubrication making it slide easily through his heated entrance.

"Merde!" Spy all-but wailed, his cock twitching against his thigh as the phallus struck instantly against his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure spiraling through his body. Engineer grinned darkly, using one hand to hold the dildo in place and the other to snatch up the duct tape. Using his teeth, he tore off a nice strip, laying it diagonally against Spy's bottom before repeating the action so that the phallus was forced inside and kept there two strips of tape that formed an 'x'.

Engineer stepped back, his smile growing as he procured a small remote control from one of his many coverall pockets. He hit the topmost button and a beep came from the dildo as it turned on, vibrating against Spy's sweet spot. Upon hearing the beep, Spy jumped like a frightened animal, only to arch his back in surprised pleasure. A strangled moan escaped the man, writhing against the tabletop and lifting his head, only to drop it weakly against the table a second later. Engineer hit another button and the phallus gave a second sentry-like beep, slowing down to give short pulses of vibration.

"I take it ya like that paralysis serum I got from the good doctor. Ain't done much but put yer legs out of commission, but is sure saved me a heap a'trouble with you." Engineer turned a small dial on his remote, watching Spy wriggle helplessly when the level of vibration in each pulse was maximized, the tape shaking wildly.

"F-fils de sa-salop." Spy stuttered, biting down on his lower lip. Engineer's deep laugh rang slow through the workshop, sending chills through the Frenchman's body. Spy's cock was hard, barely brushing against his stomach with each gasp for breath that Spy took, precum dribbling onto his heated skin. Engineer hummed to himself, turning down the dial and then turning it back up, repeating the action as Spy cried out, his cock straining with pleasure. Undulating his hips, Spy grimaced in sheer ecstasy as heat pulsed through his core, spreading throughout his body.

"St-stop!" Spy pleaded, unable to say anything more as Engineer turned the dial back to maximum and his orgasm ripped through him. Spy jerked, his upper body arching as cum shot in thick jets from his hardened shaft, splashing against his body and the work table until Spy went slack with exhaustion. Engineer shut off the electric dildo, approaching the fatigued Spy and going about removing the tape from his bottom and removing the phallic toy with a loud slurping noise.

Engineer smiled down at the Spy, clapping him on the shoulder with an oiled-up hand. "You took it like a man, shorty."

Oh god, it is a complete compilation of lip-biting sexy. The Medic/Sniper ones were absolutely delicious and full of wonderful details, and here I thought I wasn't a fan of the masturbation kink. YOU'VE PROVEN ME SO WRONG.
>>6945
I grinned through this whole thing. And fapped, but that was a given.
>>6946
And, fuck yeah, Engie. I remember reading this one before, and goddamn. Hot.