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No. 1527
This story is the continuation of Checkmate, but it also stands on its own. If you want to read Checkmate first, go here:

http://www.tf2chan.net/afanfic/res/1175.html

As a side note, if you want to hear what Medic hears in the infirmary, download Christina England's - Ave Maria, or look it up on Youtube. I realize she wasn't around in 1968, but she does the absolute best version a few of you might remember from the Hitman: Blood Money opening scene. That said, on with the show!

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The closer Engie got to the infirmary, the more he could hear what sounded like opera coming from the room. He cringed at the thought, choosing to knock even as he knew the man inside probably wouldn't hear him. He waited a bit for the knock to be answered before pushing one of the doors open gingerly, the sound of a sweet soprano voice filling his ears with Latin he couldn't understand.

"/Ave Maria.. gratia plena../"

"Doc?"

When he received no answer, Engie pushed the door open a bit wider so he could poke his head through the door and survey the white room before him. The music continued in the background, but he couldn't understand it, and so he tried to block it out. The Medic was standing near the empty stainless steel examination table, his hands locked behind his back as he listened to the music unfold in the room. He seemed almost in a trance, rocking quietly on his heels as he swung his head slowly in time with the music.

"Hey, Doc?" Engie spoke a bit louder, hoping to catch the man's attention.

Medic turned, regarding the Engineer with a look of mild distaste. He sighed and adjusted his glasses, boots clicking on the white tile floor as he stepped smartly to the victrola perched on his desk. Medic flipped the switch and the music wound down, finally fading into nothing. With his distraction gone, the doctor turned his attention the Engineer.

"Vhat? Vhat is it? Come in, don't stand on zhe outside looking in."

Engie sighed, pushing the door open the rest of the way, holding his arm carefully as he did so.

"I.. uh.. I got a problem, maybe somethin' you can help with?"

Medic appraised the smaller man, peering down at him through his glasses as if he were an insect in need of squashing. Finally, the German sighed, motioning toward the examination table in the room.

"Lose zhe shirt und zhe overalls, und get on zhe table, bitte."

Engie nodded quietly, unhooking the overalls and letting them drop. He stepped out of them rather easily, though he found the buttons on his shirt hard to work with just one hand. Medic watched, somewhat amused at the Engineer's struggle, before finally taking pity on the man and moving to stand before him, his fingers gliding quietly over each button as he moved further down. Engie blushed slightly at the assistance the doctor offered, but he said nothing as the man turned away from him, finally climbing up onto the table as the doctor had asked.

Medic lifted a clipboard from his desk, the sound of his boots on the tile infinitely louder without the music as he stepped into Engie's field of vision again.

"Vhat is zhe problem, Herr?"

Engie shrugged his good arm, as if weren't painfully obvious that his shoulder had been dislocated.

"I uh.. well. Mah arm. It ain't right. Prob'ly dislocated. Figured you could do somethin' 'bout it, y'know?"

"Mmm. Perhaps. How did zhis happen?"

Engie blushed a bit more, his good hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck in his embarrassment.

"It.. well.. I dunno how to explain it, Doc. It's.. real complicated."

A slight smile crept onto Medic's features as he appraised the mostly naked Texan.

"Zhen lets have a go at explaining it, ja?"

"..I ain't comfortable discussin' how it happened."

Medic pursed his lips, leaning forward to inspect the man closely. Through the hair on the man's chest, he saw a rather dark, round burn, which looked recent. He leaned up, his smile growing wider.

"Vrestling vizh zhe Sniper?" He shook his head. "Nein.." Cocking his head, he closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths.

Engie regarded the man with a quiet resolve, rubbing his arm in his nervousness. The German always made him feel uncomfortable not because he was German, or because he was a doctor, but the man seemed to have an uncanny perceptive ability.

"You smell different, Herr."

"..What?"

Medic opened his eyes.

"You smell like menzhol, Herr." He smiled. "I vas not avare you smoked."

"..I don't."

"Oh? Vell. Zhe only ozher person on zhe team who smokes menzhol cigarettes is our dear Frenchman."

Engie bristled at the thought, pursing his lips as he looked at the doctor.

"Yeah, so?"

"How did you get zhe burns, Herr?"

"I ain't got no burns."

Medic chuckled, scratching his chin as he stepped forward, pressing his gloved finger over the round burn on the man's chest. Engie sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth but said nothing.

"So I suppose zhis has alvays been here.. und never heals?"

"Look Doc, I didn't come in here to tell you mah life story, alright? I got an injury an' you're supposed to fix it, you're a damned doctor, it's your job. These questions ain't necessary."

Medic pulled his hand back and tapped his lips, walking around the table and dropping the clipboard on his desk with a loud clap. He said nothing else as he walked up behind the Engineer, placing one hand on the man's shoulder and the other on his arm. Normally, he would have given some small warning, but instead he simply wrenched the man's shoulder, rewarding himself with a loud bellow from the Texan's mouth. Medic would have smiled, if he weren't agitated.

"I believe zhat is vhat you came for, yes?"

Engie wiped underneath his eyes, nodding quietly.

"Yeah, thanks, Doc."

There was a quiet swish in the room as the Spy materialized out of thin air, the smoke from his cigarette wafting up in a lazy pattern as he looked at the naked man sitting on the doctor's table.

"Oh come now, cher. I am sure the doctor would only like to fill out 'is medical charts."

Medic regarded the Spy impassively.

"Zhe cigarette, Herr. Put it out, now."

Spy offered the doctor a small nod and a bow, walking forward to the Engineer. He smiled at the doctor, pressing it to Engie's flesh. Engie howled and punched the Spy in the nose, blood spilling onto the man's suit and over the Engineer.

Medic sighed, gripping his forehead as a shocked Spy gripped his face, his balisong appearing almost magically in his hand as it found its way to the Engineer's throat, a slight bead of blood forming on the man's neck as the point pressed dangerously close to the man's artery.

"I should gut you where you sit for that, cher.."

"Stop zhat, now!"

Medic growled and walked brusquely to the large double doors, reaching up to secure the locks on both the top and the bottom. He turned back to the two men who were paying him no mind.

"If ve are to draw blood gentlemen, zhen ve shall do it correctly."
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>> No. 1529
UNF OH GOD YESSSS
>> No. 1531
MOAR! DO WANT! =Q
>> No. 1532
... Go on.
>> No. 1533
DO EETTTTTT MOAR IS NEEDED!
>> No. 1535
OMG MOAR PLZ
>> No. 1538
OH
MAH
GOD.
This is gonna get so gooooood, don't leave us hanging too long!!
>> No. 1540
....jizz in mah pants
do want
god, how i do want
>> No. 1552
"Very well. Just this week, I 'ave thought about fucking the good doctor in 'is infirmary, ruining the immaculate clean the man keeps the place in..."
oh spy, you may very well get your wish
>> No. 1554
OH GOD HOH FJOGJFJOGHOGOD OGHDJ OJGD


YES YES YES YES YES YES YES MORE I NEED MORE OR I SHALL SURELY DIE
>> No. 1560
>>10

Second.
>> No. 1561
I need it

I need it /so bad/
>> No. 1573
> 10> 11> 12
NAO!
>> No. 1581
i'm wasting away without this
D:
>> No. 1583
"If ve are to draw blood gentlemen, zhen ve shall do it correctly."
I CAEM
>> No. 1597
15. Seconded. :D
>> No. 1603
>>15
IAWTC. MOAR.
>> No. 1629
-GLEE-
>> No. 1630
This can only end in awesome. Please continue!
>> No. 1655
Bumping for MOAR!
>> No. 1755
> 20
Luv BUMP. This must be continued!
>> No. 1866
MOARR!!
>> No. 1999
Part II

Engie's jaw dropped as he looked past the Spy, ignoring the point of the knife digging into his neck.

"What.. Doc?"

Medic offered a brief smile as his boots clicked loudly across the floor, his eyes fixated on the exchange taking place before him. Spy seemed not to be paying any attention to the German, his eyes focused on the point of blood dripping down Engie's neck. Engie's chest was rising and falling as he began to realize the infirmary doors were locked.. and thick enough that any screams which made it through to the outside would be little more than muffled cries.

Medic flipped the switch to the Victrola again, carefully seating the needle as the machine rotated quickly. The soft music filled the air again and he smiled, rocking back on his heels as he appreciated it as if he were hearing it for the first time. Spy smiled and seemed to notice the doctor for the first time as the music filled his ears, his grip loosening on the Engineer's neck.

"Ave Maria, doctor? A pleasant surprise. I was not aware you 'ad such taste in music."

Medic flipped his hand idlely as he stepped quietly to the Spy's side, studying first the man's nose, and then his face as a whole.

"It has a very pleasant aria, does it not?"

"Oui.."

Medic smiled and placed his gloved fingers carefully on Spy's arm, tracing over the crisp fabric of the man's jacket, his eyes closed as he listened to the soft soprano voice teasing his ears.

"As fascinating as zhis little display is, mein dear men.. it is not proper at all.."

Engie glanced at the Medic, careful not to move his neck too much as the blade was still pressed firmly against his skin.

"What the hell are you talkin' 'bout, Doc? I jus' needed mah arm fixed an' you already did that.."

"Shhh.."

Medic shook his head, lifting his finger in the air gingerly to ensure the Texan's silence. When the man said nothing else, Medic tightened his grip on Spy's wrist, pulling the knife away from Engie's throat.

"On zhe table, Herr.."

Spy looked at the Medic quizzically, straightening his back as the doctor pulled his hand away, the thick rubber of his gloves clamping over Spy's hand as Medic carefully removed the balisong from his grip. Spy let him, offering the Engineer a brief glance.

"Quoi? I do not want to.."

"Nein. I do not care. On zhe table, now."

Spy blinked.

"I will not--"

Medic grabbed the man and wrenched his arm, catching Spy by surprise. He let out a brief yelp, which was music to the Engineer's ears, even as creepy as it was to see the doctor in his current state of mind. The man seemed to be paying no attention as he hefted the Spy onto the table, locking leather restraints around his arms almost as quickly as he produced them. Spy was wild eyed as he took in the German, kicking his legs to make it harder for the man to continue restraining him.

"What is the meaning of this? Let me up, right this instance!"

Engie began buttoning his shirt hastily, hoping to make his exit from the scene that was unfolding before him before the Medic noticed his absence. As he was pulling his overalls up and hooking them over his shoulder, Medic turned to face him.

"Und vhere do you zhink you are going, Herr?"

"I.. uh.. well.. I ain't needed here.."

"Nein. You are. You are not avare of exactly how much you are needed, dear man."

Medic offered a smile which chilled Engie to the bone, a look which exposed the dark edge of insanity in the recesses of Medic's mind. The German finally turned his attention back to Spy and Engie swallowed, the intensity of the man's gaze leaving his body felt as if he'd been lifted of all his weight. He wanted to leave, to get out.. head back to his workshop and lock the door and pretend none of this had even happened. He willed his feet to carry him closer to the locked double doors, but they remained planted on the pristine tile, almost as if they were no longer a part of his body.

"Now, mein dear Engineer.." Medic chuckled. "I believe you have vounds vhich have been inflicted by zhe man I currently have on mein table, ja?"

Medic glanced at him, but didn't give him a chance to answer as he turned his attention back to the bound Spy. He ran his gloved finger over the front of the Spy's jacket, watching the man's chest heave in his fear.

"Perhaps.. ve can get some manner of revenge.."

He stepped quickly to the Engineer and wrapped his arm around the shorter man's shoulder, guiding him back to the table. Lifting the Spy's knife, he unfolded it with a quiet expertise which lent even Spy pause as the man fiddled with the blade, finally handing it to the Engineer.

"Let us rid ourselves of zhe problem of zhe man's clozhing, ja?"

Engie swallowed the lump in his throat, glancing down at the Spy, his own fear mirrored in the man's face. Neither one said anything as Engie tightened his grip on the Spy's knife.

"What?"

"You are not a stupid man, Herr. Cut his clozhing off. It is in zhe vay."

Engie stepped forward and lifted the Spy's jacket so he could slide the knife underneath the Spy's clothing. Spy watched with distaste, seemingly more worried for the clothing which adorned his body, than his actual life which very well could be threatened.

Medic waved his hand impatiently, shaking his head.

"Nein, not like zhat. Start at zhe top, und drag zhe knife down to cut zhrough his layers."

"That'll.. I'll cut him, Doc.."

Medic nodded.

"Precisely mein point, Herr. You shall have your revenge on top of your fun, ja?"

Engie glanced down at the Spy, his eyes almost apologetic as he lifted the knife and pressed it against the jacket and vest which concealed the man's body. Spy sucked his a sharp breath, letting forth a stream of French and Italian curses as he looked at the Medic, ignoring the pain of his own knife digging into his flesh as Engie drug it slowly down. The sight of the blood blossoming across the man's chest and soaking through the now ruined clothing caused Engie's stomach to curl. Medic seemed fascinated by the pattern as he watched, leaning forward to drag his gloved finger over the wound, causing Spy to hiss sharply.

Medic smiled and brought his finger to his lips, sucking it and moaning quietly. He smiled down at Spy, leaning forward to stroke the man's head lovingly.

"Oh, zhat vas vonderful, mein liebling. You von't mind if ve continue to play vizh you, vould you, Herr?"

Spy hissed.

"Let me up!"

Medic chuckled.

"Ja, vhen I am finished, I vill let you up."

Medic smild pleasantly at the Engineer as he pulled Spy's ruined clothes aside to reveal the man's bleeding chest.

"Now zhe pants, Herr. Quickly."
>> No. 2000
Oh you cock tease.
>> No. 2001
YESSSSSSS OH GOD YES
>> No. 2002
:D
>> No. 2003
.. continue.
>> No. 2004
THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST

GOD, YES
>> No. 2005
:O
oh my....
>> No. 2007
oh my god oh my gohd jfjoghj jf

medic being sadistic, engie being so reluctant and spy just being helpless and YES.

PLEASE MORE PLEASE
>> No. 2010
ohohohoho
Engie is just too cute trying to get away
>> No. 2030
WHOA MY GOD. Unexpected. AWESOME. I have no idea which way this crazy sucker's gonna go; Engie's not that innocent and Spy's wily even when bound. Medic might have no idea what he's in for. If you don't continue this, I will esplode.
>> No. 2036
Oh. My. God. HOW CAN YOU UPDATE AND ONLY GIVE US THIS? IT IS TORTURE. PURE TORTURE. *weep*
>> No. 2038
>>33

All good things come to those who wait..
>> No. 2377
EIGHT DAYS BITCH GET IN THE KITCHEN AND WRITE ME SOME PORNZ BUMP.
>> No. 2508
>>34

*weep*
>> No. 2513
Holy-

I have never been more of a fan of spy on bottom as I have now. Dear god, medic scares me, but this is so hot, I can't stop reading!! MOAR!!
>> No. 2534
Anonymous is right!! DO WHAT HE SAYS!
>> No. 2538
DON'T STOP, OH GOD DON'T STOP YOU RUTHLESS, MAGNIFICENT PERSON
>> No. 2709
DON'T LEAVE ME UNFINISHED PORNS!
>> No. 2789
PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE, MAKE MORE STORY! GOD THIS IS WONDERFUL!! #$&%)(#$&UT&%#)(@*$_#@GUJ()U$(t8095348UT(
>> No. 2792
>>39
>>40
>>41
What.
>> No. 2816
...I shall wait...
>> No. 2829
oh lawdie....its getting awfully kinky in here all the sudden...
>> No. 2832
GIVE IT. THE PORNS.
>> No. 2856
>Medic offered a smile which chilled Engie to the bone, a look which exposed the dark edge of insanity in the recesses of Medic's mind.
THIS IS WHY. This one sentence is why this should be continued by Rarne and no one else. The last fic, there were so many twists and turns, so much mental (as well as physical) chess that the sex was mixed in with every word, every turn of phrase, every dominance to submission... Checkmate was glorious.

THIS WILL BE INSANE. Please do go on?
>> No. 2857
i keep reading checkmate and the parts of this story you have posted over and over again Rarne and it gets better ever time... i want so badly to write some smut but i dont have the bawls :[
>> No. 2860
>>46
>>47

My, my.. danke. I think that's the best compliment I've ever gotten from my porns.

I haven't forgotten about you guys! I've just been busy with writing that actually pays the bills! I'll try and get an update out to you guys this week though.

..And it will be so delicious.
>> No. 2861
>>48
\o/ Ohgodohgod I can't wait
>> No. 2862
>>49

You know, I know that's supposed to be the arms in the air emote, and I have a friend who does it often, but every time I see it, I can't help but think it's a vagina. I have a dirty mind.

But thank you for the vagina. :>
>> No. 2864
>>50
Will never be able to unsee. :C
>> No. 2881
>>50

I think I heard it called a 'victory vag' once and since then I haven't been able to unsee either.
>> No. 2889
HEY ANONFAGS & NAMEFAGS. HAVE AN UPDATE.

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Medic watched with a trained eye as Engie's hands trailed down Spy's pants, starting near the crotch with the knife. A string of curses flew from Spy's mouth, filling the room with a multitude of languages as Engie began cutting. Medic mere smiled down at he Spy, his touch almost loving as he ran his gloved fingers over the man's concealed face.

"Ja, zhat is wunderbar, mein dear man.. keep going.."

Medic bent low, so his face was next to Spy's as he watched Engie start on the new pant leg. His fingers stroked carefully over the blood which has spilled down Spy's chin, and he watched, seemingly fascinated as it coated his fingers. Leaning forward, he placed an almost chaste kiss on Spy's lips, his own curling into a small smile before running his tongue over them to collect the blood.

"Das ist.. oh.. exquisite.. Herr," came the soft reply from the German. His hand ran down Spy's chest and over the line which Engie had drawn into his chest.

"Frisches Blut ist immer die beste.."

Engie's skin crawled as he watched the doctor kiss the now silent Spy. Once he'd finished his cuts, he set the knife on the table and took a step backward, as if trying to remove himself from the situation again. He waited to see what the Medic would do, and when the man paid him no mind again, he took another step backward.

Reaching down with expert precision, Medic's fingers found the edge of Spy's balaclava and lifted it, his eyes wide as he rolled the fabric up Spy's flesh.

"Ve vill finally get a look at zhe man underneazh zhe mask, ja?" he asked, his attention once again focused on Engie, who was frozen in place as the Medic addressed him. A cruel smile crept onto Medic's features and he shook his head at Engie.

"I have not dismissed you, Herr."

"Yeah.. but.. this.. it ain't right, Doc.. you shouldn't be doin' this.."

Medic stood up, Spy's balaclava only halfway rolled up his face as he turned his attention to Engie.

"Not right? You presume to tell me vhat is not right?" A faint and eerie laugh emenated from the doctor's throat. "Do you know vhat happened zhe last time somevun told me vhat I vas doing vas not right?"

"You went to prison," came the reply from the table.

Medic turned, a look of mild surprise on his face as he glanced at the Spy.

"Und how do you know zhat?"

Spy smiled, the blood coating his chin glistening under the harsh light of the fluorescent bulbs in the room.

"There is a lot I know, concerning each and every one of us 'ere. It is a simple matter of knowing which files to read, 'err Docteur."

Medic's brow furrowed and he stepped back to the table, seemingly forgetting about the Engineer and his escape plans. Still, Engie found himself planted in place, his curiosity piqued by what the Spy had said.

"Und vhat do zhey say, Herr? Zhese precious papers of yours?"

Spy chuckled, shaking his head.

/"Transferred from Spandau to Carrison, Nevada Test Facility for immediate deployment in experimental weapons testing."/

Spy smirked, having quoted verbatim what he'd read in the Medic's private dossier. He finally turned and addressed the Medic, looking him squarely in the eye as he spoke.

"They all say something similar, but yours is most interesting, Docteur. /You/ are the only one who was transferred from a prison facility, and interestingly enough.. a German prison facility for Nazi war criminals, oui? I am sure the Soldier would love to 'ave that information. What do you think 'e would do with it? Perhaps find a new use for that shovel of 'is?"

Medic was instantly at Spy's throat, his hand wrapping in a vice. Spy squeaked and his eyes grew wide, but the smile did not leave his face.

"Vhat I vas locked avay for vas none of your business, /Herr/." Medic spit the appellation at him venomously, not releasing his grip on Spy's neck. "Zhere are zhings I have seen zhat you could not even dream of, because you vhere to busy cavorting vizh vomen und sneaking around in zhe shadows to see zhe true magnificence of vhat zhe vorld could have become!"

Engie took another step backwards toward the door. It was clear the doctor was losing his grip on reality, and he wanted to have no part of it when the final stick finally broke. Spy's eyes turned meet Engie's and he smiled, a defiant gaze creeping back up to meet the Medic's.

"The American is getting away."

Medic did not look over his shoulder at Engie, instead keeping his gaze focused on Spy.

"Zhe American vill stay put, if he vishes to keep his organs on zhe inside. Unfortunately.. I cannot say zhe same for you."

With that, Medic released the Spy's throat and picked up the knife Engie had left on the table. He stepped carefully around to the head of the table, leaning over Spy and the partially rolled balaclava which still adorned his face. Slowly, he drew the knife over the thin fabric of the mask, separating it from Spy's face even as blood began to seep down the man's chin. Spy made no noise at all this time, his eyes focused on Engie, who watched horrified as the doctor seemed to transform.

When next the doctor spoke, his voice was low and quiet, though filled with steel.

"I am going to have fun vizh you, beute."
>> No. 2890
FUCK
YES
>> No. 2891
OH MY GOD YES
>> No. 2892
You know, Engineer, its almost cute that you think you can get away.
>> No. 2893
Poor, poor Engineer...
>> No. 2894
OH SHIT ENGIE! DONT JUST STAND THERE!!
>> No. 2895
OH GOD YES!
>> No. 2896
I feel sort of bad for everyone involved! Except Medic... in this case I probably wouldn't feel bad for Medic no matter what happens to him >>;
>> No. 2897
OH MY GOD I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE NEXT PART

HNNNNGH ANTICIPATION
>> No. 2899
OH COME ON ENGIE DO SOMETHING!!
FFFFFF THE SUSPENSE!!
>> No. 2901
I'm almost afraid, but I want more!
>> No. 2922
SAVE YOUR BUTT BUDDY ENGIEEEEE!! oh god i hope a three some is imminent... AHHHHHHHH!! FUCKIN LOVE YOUR RARNE!!
>> No. 2936
PORN.
NAO.
Why the wait?
>> No. 2951
HOLY JESUS.

ENGIE, DO SOMETHING.

(even I love your Medic. Ah, insane German Nazi doctors are the best. And, being German myself, it always makes me squee when people let him say something in German <3)
>> No. 2952
o-oh man

YES.
>> No. 2957
OH SHIT MEDIC

I don't know if I'm more turned on or terrified.
>> No. 2966
>>68 I, for one, am both.

But all the same, GET OUT OF THERE ENGIE!! (but not before having really hot but violent french/ german sandvich sex)
>> No. 2968
more tomorrow, yes yes?! c'moooooooooooooooooon.....c'moooooooooooooooon.......!
>> No. 2970
Oh fuk, Engie! Don't just stand there;save your bro!


Fffff, the suspense!
>> No. 2977
Why is there no danger porn getting added to these bumps???
>> No. 3006
Dear Author,

I miss you. Why haven't you been returning my calls? We're still on for that follow up chapter for your story, right?

You know my number!

Love,
Paste
>> No. 3008
>>73

Dear paste,

I miss you too! I'm afraid life's been busy over here, what with business picking up and such. I haven't forgotten about you, though!

P.S. We can have some hawt phone sex after I finish the latest addition.. 'cause you're gonna need it.

Love,
Rarne
>> No. 3027
Dear Rarne,

I know it's pretty early in the relationship but, I think I love you, you saucy saucy wench.


Love,
Paste
>> No. 3028
My heart broke when I saw that it wasn't updated. Thanks.
>> No. 3029
And then I forgot my own sage, sorry :C
>> No. 3031
way to bust my ass on a sage and then not be sage-in' yo'self... angry HRRRRRRRRRRRRM >:[
>> No. 3032
Well technically I didn't bump it up since it was already bumped

BUT STILL.
>> No. 3048
Ahh! Why is this not finished? Someone get Rarne whatever she wants!
>> No. 3060
"Doc."

Medic turned his attention to the shorter man standing near the door, almost as if he were surprised to see the man still standing there.

"Was?"

"You can't do this."

Medic smiled and steepled his fingers as he walked toward the Texan.

"Oh, but I can, mein dear man. I can, und vill."

Engie swallowed and glanced at the Spy, the blood on the man's face making him sick even with the Spy's strangely peaceful grin adorning his face. As the Medic got closer, Engie instinctively took a step back, his back smacking against the large double doors of the infirmary.

Medic reached out and placed his hand on Engie's shoulder.

"Now. Vizh zhat bit of business taken care of, vould you like to tell me how you got zhe burns, Herr?"

Engie's eyes remained on the Spy, who looked at him in turn. He was not struggling against his bonds, or even the pain Engie knew he must feel.

"...We were playin' chess.."

"Oh? Sehr gut! Chess. Vhere is zhe set?"

Medic's eyes lit up as he inquired about the set, pulling Engie's eyes from the Spy to his with just his words. Engie scratched the back of his neck.

"It's.. uh.. well. It ain't... really a set or nothin'.. pretty crude.."

"I see. Vell. Neverzheless, it is a chess set, nein?"

"Yeah.. I guess.. look Doc.. that ain't got nothin' to do with.. what's happenin' here.. it ain't right, an' I can't.."

He glanced back at Spy.

"I can't let you do.. whatever..."

Medic chuckled, shaking his head and wiping underneath his glasses as he pulled Engie away from the door.

"Such an attachment already, Herr? After vhat he has done to you? Zhat is most interesting, zhis game you two played must have been very interesting, to say zhe least."

Picking up the knife he'd left near Spy's head, Medic turned back to Engie.

"Go und get zhe chess set, Herr."

Engie blinked. "'Scuse me, Doc?"

"Zhe chess set. Go und fetch it, und bring it here. I vant to see."

"I ain't.. leavin' you alone with him.." Engie gestured to the Spy, who still had not said anything after the Medic had cut his balaclava off.

"You vill," Medic stated, twirling the knife in his fingers as if it belonged. "You vill go und get zhe set unt be back in ten minutes. If you are not, our dear Frenchman vill begin losing fingers for every minute you take over zhe initial ten."

"Doc.."

"I am counting, Herr."

Engie swallowed and backed away from the Medic rather slowly, almost as if he didn't believe the man. He glanced at Spy, who's passive gaze pained him and he turned, smacking into the locked doors hard enough to cause his head to spin.

"Faster, Herr.."

Engie bent low and unhooked the lock from the door, his fingers clumsily flipping it to the side in his panic. His heart felt as if it would burst from his chest as he reached up to unhook the top lock, willing his fingers to work properly.

/Ten minutes. Oh god../

Engie burst through the doors of the infirmary in a full speed run, ignoring the pain in his re-set arm as he ran for his workshop. Sweat beaded against his brow and he ignored it as he flew into the shop, looking around for the board the Spy had brought in that same day.

/The pieces.. oh god the pieces are everywhere../

Engie swallowed and bent down, frantically scooping up the pieces he could find.

/The board.. where is the board?!/

He looked around, his breathing becoming heavier as he searched the room for the board he'd knocked from his chest in his anger at the Spy. Now the man's health depended on him finding the board and pieces..

/There it is!/

He ran across the room and scooped it up, tossing it onto the bed and sorted through the pieces. Tossing the black and white pieces aside, he took a quick inventory of what he had, his heart sinking as he noticed he was missing three pieces.

/Three pieces that could be anywhere.. ten minutes.. oh god.. ten minutes../

Engie bent low and looked underneath the bed, scooting aside the wrench he'd used on the Spy earlier, its previous use far from his mind as he looked for the miniature shotgun shell pieces.

/White queen, black rook, white knight.. where are they?!/

Getting up and brushing his knees, Engie glanced around, finally spotting one of the pieces near the table beside his bed.

/Oh sweet Jesus he's going to cut him.. and it's going to be my fault../

Panic set in and Engie stormed around the room, looking for the missing two pieces. He turned over the stool and boxes the Spy had been sitting on, digging through everything as he looked for them.

/Ten minutes.. how many has it been? Six.. seven? I still have to get back.. oh god.../

"Where are they?!" He cried frantically, picking up the pieces he'd found and tossing them in his pockets as he gathered up the board. He flipped his pillow aside and found another, a sigh of relief escaping his throat as he began turning the sheets.

"There!" He cried triumphantly, stuffing the last shotgun shell into his pocket and folding the board, bursting from his work shop in a haze as he ran for the infirmary, the tears in the corners of his eyes unnoticeable as he ran. He burst through the doors, his eyes locked on the table and the Spy.

"Neun.."

Medic smiled at the Spy.

"It vould appear your savior is here, Herr."

He hopped down from his perch on the table next to the Spy, studying the Engineer's form.

"You seem out of sorts, Herr."

Engie shook his head, walking over to the Spy to ensure the man's fingers were still intact. Stealing a quick glance at the man's face, he turned back to the Medic.

"I got.. they're all here.. the pieces.."

Medic smiled and waved to his desk which was mostly clear.

"Sehr gut, mein freund. Set it up, bitte?"

"..What?"

"Zhe chess set, set it up."

Engie swallowed and placed the piece of cardboard on the desk, pulling the shotgun shells from his pockets as he watched the Medic. The Medic seemed to pay him no mind as he surveyed the Spy. Once the pieces were set up, Engie stepped away from the desk and cleared his throat. Medic nodded, not turning to look at the pieces.

"Can you see zhe board, Herr?" he asked of the Spy, who turned to see the desk.

"Oui."

"Mmm. Excellent. You shall play vizh zhe Engineer again vhile I vatch."

The Spy turned to face the Medic.

"You want us to play the same game?"

"Ja, I do."

Engie swallowed and scratched the back of his neck, feeling just as trapped as the Spy was, though he was not bound.

"We uh.. we was.. askin' questions.. of each other.."

Medic's smile grew.

"Zhen you vill continue to do zhe same vizh zhis game."

Spy smiled, almost as if he thought the entire situation pleasurable.

"I believe it is your turn, cher."

Engie glanced at the board, still scratching his neck to hide his nervousness.

"What.. uh.. what happens... to the loser?"

Medic tapped his finger thoughtfully over his lip as he sat down in the chair behind his desk, folding his legs neatly.

"I vill determine zhat. Now. Continue, bitte."

He waved his hand, smiling pleasantly at both men as he watched them.
>> No. 3061
Oh, Medic, you sadistic bastard. What are you plotting?
>> No. 3062
I'm so glad I didn't go to bed yet
for a second there i thought medic would be playing him for spy, but this is much more interesting
>> No. 3065
I think Spy is getting a bit too comfortable. Hopefully in the next installment we'll see him become a little more rattled.
>> No. 3066
MY HEART WAS POUNDING! i thought spy was gonna lose some fingers. Oh my this is going to get so sexy... THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS UPDATE. Thankyouuuuuu!!!
>> No. 3067
I agree with >>84

In other news, awesome things sure to come.
>> No. 3068
Man, Engie panicking at the thought of Spy losing his fingers is way too cute. And I have a feeling Spy's just as nervous, he's just used to appearing calm and collected.

In short, this update was awesome! Can't wait for the next update!
>> No. 3069
>>87

You, Anon. That italicized text. The how, in my brain, now.
>> No. 3070
>>88

[i] Your text here my friend [/ i] Just remove the spacing I added.
>> No. 3071
>>89

Have a cookie. I could have used that knowledge for Engie's thoughts.
>> No. 3072
This is the absolute best thing to wake up to. Keep going! KEEP GOOOING!
>> No. 3073
YESSSSSSSS
>> No. 3076
OH MY GOD YES YES YES
>> No. 3086
Panicky Engineer makes me all hot. Also, I LOVE SADISTIC MEDIC! We do not see enough of him. <3 Oh, Rarne, you feed all my hungers.
>> No. 3091
Oh yes yum. Spy does seem under-rattled, though. Like he's been given a dose, or simply resigned to whatever awaits him. Glad Engie found all the pieces.. prolly would have cut off a finger for each missing piece. Heh.
>> No. 3128
i shall await for this update with controlled excitement...youve inspired me to write my own smutty story also.
>> No. 3136
"Knight to Queen's Rook four."

Medic smiled at the Spy, who'd called his move from the table, his head lifted so he had a better view of te board the Engineer had set up. It was really a very crude thing, as the man had said, used shotgun shells hollowed and painted, the tops cut into crude shapes resembling the tops of familiar pieces. Medic tapped his lip as he watched the Engineer pick up the correct piece and move it to capture one of his own pawns. Before the Spy could speak up with his question, Medic leaned forward, voicing his own as he studied the Texan's strong jaw.

"How does it feel to capture your own pieces, Herr?"

Engie shifted uncomfortably on the stool he'd pulled up to the desk, glancing over his shoulder to see the Spy's face, almost as if he were seeking his approval before answering the question. The man tied to the table naked said nothing, simply staring back at him, the blood on his chin now dry. Engie reached up and scratched his neck, refusing to meet the doctor's eyes.

"I ain't never.. uh.. played this way before.. havin' to make someone else's moves for 'em.."

Spy chuckled, pulling his wrist binding taut as he listened to the nervous undertones in the Texan's voice. He himself was not sure what to expect, but he'd long ago come to terms with showing fear when in a nest of trouble. Showing fear only made things worse.

"Non, but I 'ave made your moves for you, 'ave I not, cher?"

"Well.. yeah.."

Medic smiled pleasantly at the Spy, almost as if he weren't the cause of the man being strapped to the infirmary table.

"Oh? Und vhy is zhat, Herr? Vhy did our dear Shpy made your moves for you?"

Engie shifted again, wishing desperately for his goggles to mask his eyes so he could steal a peek at the doctor's face without the man knowing.

"'Cause.. well. That's.. another question, Doc.. an' ain't.. no pieces been moved.."

"Mmm." Medic leaned forward, studying the board and the few remaining pieces as he studied Engie's face.

"Even vizh zhe man tied up und on zhe table, he is still managing to dominate you, Herr. I find zhat entire prospect.. interesting. Perhaps a lesser man in your position vould have cheated?"

"I ain't no cheater.. I always done everything fair an' square.."

"Of course, Herr."

Medic smiled at the Spy, his gaze not leaving the man's face as he spoke again.

"But ve cannot say zhe same for zhe man who is on zhe table, now can ve?"

"He ain't.. never cheated me." Engie dropped his hand from his neck, looking over at the Spy, who's expression was unreadable. He felt uncomfortable, talking about the man as if he weren't there.. or perhaps as if he were some inanimate object. Perhaps that was how the doctor saw him.. how he could cut him like he did..

"Never cheated you? Even vhen he made zhe moves for you? Most interesting. Vhere you bound, Herr? Is zhat vhy you vere unable to make zhe moves yourself?"

"'e was bound by 'is own doing," Spy offered, moving his arm again to keep it from falling asleep. Medic stood up and walked around the desk to stand near him, but Spy only smiled pleasantly at the German as he grew closer, despite the knocking in his chest he wondered if the man could hear.

"Bound by his own doing?"

"Oui.. 'is.. emotion got the better of 'im.. and I exploited that."

Engie closed his eyes, not bothering to make his move, even though it was his turn. He wanted the Spy to shut up, keep quiet about what he'd done with the man, but he knew he wouldn't and given the man's current predicament, he found it hard to resent him for speaking openly.

"Emotions are a terrible zhing to have, Herr." Medic stated flatly, as he turned his attention back to the Engineer. "Nein, I vould have hoped zhat a man like you, vizh all zhe brains you have in zhat head of yours.. vould be ruled by logic."

Engie rubbed his temple, opening his eyes to look at the Medic. He stood quietly near the Spy, almost like a guardian, his hands behind his back as he surveyed the scene before him. He couldn't help but feel like an experiment the Medic was watching, and that feeling made his skin crawl more than watching the man taste blood had.

"Emotion ain't such a bad thing to have, Doc. When you care 'bout somethin', means you got somethin' to live for."

"Ja, zhat is true, but you can care about zhings, vizhout letting emotion get in zhe vay, nein?"

"..I guess.. I ain't.. look, Doc. This whole thing's gotten outta hand.. you ain't s'posed to have him tied up an' bleedin' like that. He ain't do nothin' wrong."

"Didn't he? Zhe man just admitted to exploiting your emotions for his own personal gain, und zhere you sit, telling me zhe man has done nozhing wrong. Zhat seems.. off, Herr. Are your emotions still ruling you?"

"Yeah! 'Cause that ain't right, no matter how you spin it, Doc! Look at him! He can't even do nothin' to defend himself, an' you're standin' there all smug like it's perfectly normal! He's bleedin', an' you.. made him bleed! It ain't right!"

"You cut him as vell, Herr."

"..'Cause.. you told me to.."

"Do you alvays do vhat you are told?"

"..No.."

Engie looked away from the doctor, his eyes focusing on the chess set. He was losing badly and he knew it. Focusing on making the right moves to counter-act the Spy was hard with the Medic watching him. He'd never been uncomfortable around the man before, even at dinner he'd always been polite and reserved. Now.. he was seeing a side of the man he suspected none of them had seen, and the chill that washed over him from experiencing it left him tired and emotionally drained.

"Zhat is a shame, zhen. So much potential vizh you, Herr. You are not an idiot, like zhe rest of zhe rabble here. Zhe Soldier parading around und doing his mandatory veapons inspections, und zhat silly little American who follows him around like a lost puppy.. jabbering und nipping at his heels.. ach."

Medic shook his head in disgust and glanced down at the Spy, who was looking up at him. He smiled and ran his hand over the man's chest, tracing the line Engie had made as he'd cut the Spy's suit from his body.

"Jus' let him go, Doc.. he ain't done nothin' deservin' of.. what you're plannin' on doin'.."

"Und do you know mein plans, Herr?" Medic didn't look up from the Spy's body as he spoke to Engie, his voice quiet as his gloved fingers continued to run over Spy's body, his fingers tracing the trail of light hair around the man's navel.

"No.. but judgin' by you havin' him tied up like that.. I can't say it's gonna be good.."

"Mm. But von't it? Make your move, Herr, und zhen ask your question of mein kleines Haustier. I vant to hear him speak to me."

Engie focused his attention on the board again, though his mind was not on the few pitiful pieces that remained of his shotgun shell army. He reached down and picked up his last remaining rook, replacing the Spy's knight and removing it quickly from the board. With his move made, he knew he'd put himself in check and the Spy chuckled, his whole body shaking in his laughter. Medic seemed not to notice as he continued running his hand over the man's flesh.

"Und your question, bitte?"

Engie stood up from the stool and glanced at the board, knowing the move the Spy would make to win the game. Instead of asking his question, he picked up the Spy's rook and placed it in the vacant spot his rook had occupied previously. Glancing at the Medic, he flicked his finger over his king, knocking it down.

"Checkmate," he whispered.

Medic turned at the sound of the shotgun shell king rolling from the board and hitting the tile of the infirmary, a smile plastered on his face as he watched it hit the Engineer's boot.

"Ja, Schachmatt. I believe, you are zhe loser, Herr."

Engie nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"That's right. I'm the loser. So let him go. I lost, not him."

Medic's smile twisted into a grin and he glanced down at the Spy, who remained quiet, though his eyes were focused on the Texan.

"Let him go, because he won? You are zhe loser, Herr. Vill you take his place?"

"Cher.." Spy's voice was quiet as he turned himself so he could see the man's face entirely. Engie stood his ground, ignoring the warning from the Spy.

"..Yeah."

Spy closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the table, shaking his head.

"Qu'avez-vous fait?" he asked quietly, knowing the man couldn't understand him, but he couldn't bring himself to voice the question in English.

Medic closed his eyes at the Spy's French, his smile never leaving his face as his hand trailed further down the man's body, fingers brushing over the man's cock as he gripped it firmly. An audible gasp from the man on the table only caused his smile to grow as he ran his thumb over the head.

"Die praktischen Problemlöser etwas tut .. unpraktisch." He opened his eyes and crooked his finger at the Engineer. "Come, zhen. You vill take his place."

Spy shook his head, losing the battle with his eyes as a single tear made it's way down the side of his face. He closed his eyes in an attempt to hide it, his body reacting to the doctor's touch and hating himself for it.

"Emotion 'as cursed you again, cher."

Engie stepped toward the doctor, his boot sending the shotgun shell king across the floor in a loud skitter.

"'Least somebody in this room is doin' what's right."

Medic's chilling laughter filled the room as he clicked the buckles on the leather cuffs which held the Spy.
>> No. 3137
NOO, ENGIE, NOOO D:
*cries*
Wonderful, as always.

But I'm confused...what do you mean with "Die praktischen Problemlöser etwas tut .. unpraktisch."?
I'm German, but I still can't understand it :/
>> No. 3138
>>98

Fail German is Fail. I don't speak the language myself, or French for that matter, (silly American high schools and their insistence on Spanish) so I have rely on Google Translate to spit things out for me. That line should read:

"The practical problem solver has done something.. impractical."

Anon, if you wanna beta my German in future installments to make sure it's readable, I'd give you cookies. With chocolate in them.
>> No. 3139
I am all a-tingle as for what will come next. This had me on the edge of the seat, and I must have MOAR!
>> No. 3140
>>99
Nevermind, and sure I'd like to help you :)

A good German translation would be "Der sonst so alles praktisch lösende 'Problemlöser' hat etwas...Unpraktisches getan."

And 'bout the cookies...just send me a message @ "ara.xiii@yahoo.de" and I'll help you.
(must be the right address...I have a dozen, but I'm sure it still works)
>> No. 3142
>>101

Danke schoen. Umlauts. I don't has them.
>> No. 3143
Holy frikkity frack, I am also on the edge of my seat! Submissive but still manly Engie is kinda hot... I think I'm developing a new fetish... Stay safe, Engie!
>> No. 3144
oh poor engie! i can't wait for the next chapter now!
>> No. 3145
oh engie, you just made a deal with the devil
great writing Rarne
>> No. 3147
YESSSSSSSSS
>> No. 3148
Spy better do something kickass to redeem himself, HE OWES ENGIE.
>> No. 3149
So much antici
>> No. 3155
I'm not sure I can take this much being strung along here... all strung out...
>> No. 3160
Aww! Poor Spy finally cracked! Stay strong, Engie! Oh man, I can't wait for the next update!
>> No. 3163
oh man D: need more...
>> No. 3164
-pation?
>> No. 3166
NOOOO! ENGIE! OH GOD THIS IS GOING TO GET SEXIER ISNT IT!? OR IS MEDIC GONNA CHOP HIM UP?! no No NO! I agree with anon 109 i dont know if i can take much more of this... !!
>> No. 3205
D': Ohgod Engie. I don't want him to be all cut up.
>> No. 3228
COME ON!

MOAR! Someone send out a search party for Rarne, pls, so we can get some action? Don't let this fall of the first page without an update!
>> No. 3239
noo; this can't be the end, i am too impatient for this to be the end!
>> No. 3242
... Proceed.
>> No. 3252
GOD I saw this bumped and thought it was updated.

Dear Author,

OH GREAT ONE WHOS WORDS POUR FOURTH ON PAPER LIKE HONEY ON TO A COCK, WILL THOU GRACE US WITH BEAUTIFUL WORDS ONCE MORE?!

My love crosses all oceans to you,

I eat paste
>> No. 3254
AMBER ALERT FOR RARNE!
>> No. 3267
Mein Gott.. you people.

You'll have to wait until the weekend for an update, my work week is filled with retarded shit I'd rather not write, but eh.

AS FOR THE AMBER ALERT. IF I'M FUCKING KIDNAPPED, I'M TOTALLY GOING STOCKHOLM SYNDROME ON YOUR ASSES!

Love,

Rarne
>> No. 3270
Ein bisschen mehr Geduld...Rarne won't forget us.

Oh, who am I kidding? I NEED MOAR, PATIENCE IS FOR THE WEAK
>> No. 3275
I agree.
Patience is for people WHO HAVE IT.
I DO NOT.

*squirms around* Gimmegimmegimme!
>> No. 3285
WELL...WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T MAKE THINGS SO GOOD HUH?!....HUH??!??!

*goes to weeping corner*
>> No. 3289
My goodness.
...My goodness.
If I wrote porn, could I too have people begging at my feet and sobbing for more? Further study is required.
Such power you've garnered, Rarne. How fun.
That said, I am patiently awaiting more.
>> No. 3292
The funny part here, TenCent.. and follow me closely here..

...



...

I haven't even gotten to the porny parts yet.



...


But when I do..



...
>> No. 3293
>>125
...fucking hell. You've got us all conditioned perfectly.
>> No. 3298
>>125
>>126
*starts to drool like a Pavlov's dog when she hears "porny parts"*

Indeed, very well conditioned
>> No. 3362
IVE DELIVERED RARNE. PONY UP. GIVE UP THA SMUT.

....

Please...

....

THE ONLY WAY TO FEED MY FANTASIES IS TO WRITE MORE OF MY OWN. DAMMIT! thats the only reason i ever wrote anything !! TO KEEP MYSELF BUSY WAITING FOR THE END OF THIS!!!
AHHHHG

lurve,

paste
>> No. 3376
Ask and you shall receive, my son...


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Despite his nakedness and his new found freedom, Spy did not get up from the table immediately. His eyes were silently pleading with the man, as if pleading or begging would have any sway over a situation which had gotten out of hand long ago.

"Get up, Herr."

Spy looked away from the Medic finally, swallowing the huge lump which had grown in his throat and prevented him from speaking.

"This is not why you 'ave 'im 'ere..."

Medic tilted his head to the side as he watched the man on his table, a curious smile forming on his lips. He only glanced at the Engineer one to gauge the man's reactions to the words, but he found the Texan was staring at him with something which could only be described as hate.

He'd seen looks like that before. They'd been present all throughout his trial, as he sat on the bench, listening to the American and French judges rattle off his crimes. How ironic that he shared a room with two people of the same nationality which had locked him away for years. He wasn't bitter. No, he'd lost that taste in his mouth several years ago.

He smiled down at the Spy and reached up, stroking the man's forehead almost lovingly.

"It is not your place to decide vhy I have eizher of you here. You vill do as told und get up, or I vill get you up myself, Herr.. und I promise it vill not be nearly as pleasurable as zhose vonderful lines zhe Engineer has given you."

Spy turned his head away from the doctor's touch and sidled his way from the side of the cold stainless steel table. His clothing was torn and tattered and the moment he stood, the pants fell from his body. He didn't care. With a glare, he lifted the sleeve of his ruined jacket and pressed the small button on his watch, instantly fading from view with a small sound.

Engie swallowed as he watched the man disappear and the door of the infirmary open. Suddenly, he felt very, very alone. He didn't turn his attention back to the Medic until the man's voice demanded it again.

"On zhe table, mein dear Engineer. But before you do, please lose zhe clozhing. I'm afraid denim vould be much harder to cut off zhrough zhan our dear Frenchman's tailored suits.. und I don't vant to draw any more blood zhan necessary."

Medic smiled pleasantly at the Engineer, as if he were offering him a candy instead of giving him an ultimatum. A chill crawled up Engie's spine, but he began doing as the man asked. He'd never been self-conscious about his body before in his life, but as he began removing his overalls and his work shirt, he began wishing for more clothing to remove.

Engie stripped hesitantly down to his boxers, his clothing discarded in a neat pile as he watched the Medic out of the corner of his eye. His heart was thumping in his chest, and he wondered if the man could hear it.

The Medic only offered him another pleasant smile, padding the cold steel of the table as he did so.

"I don't zhink you'll be needing zhose eizher, Herr." Medic said of his boxers, his smile still painted pleasantly across his face.

Engie sighed. "What are you gonna do, Doc?"

"Isn't it obvious, Herr? You played a game of chess vizh mein beute, und you lost. Per your losing request.. not mine.. you vill take his place."

"Yeah, I know all that. What I'm askin' you, is what I'm takin' the place of."

Medic smiled and walked around the table, placing his hands on the Engineer's naked shoulders. His hands were cool to the touch which only served to send another chill down the Engineer's spine. Medic leaned down to whisper in the shorter man's ear, his eyes still on the table.

"Vhy.. you vill take his place on mein table."

"I don't know what that means, damnit! You.. you cut him.. an' then you.. you let him go, an' now he's bleedin' an' off by himself, an' you're gonna do the same to me? Huh? The hell is that, Doc?"

Engie tried to keep from sounding to hysterical as the Medic guided him toward the table. Thighs touching the cool steel, he didn't move to get up on the table as the Medic requested. Instead, he stood defiant, rigid, wanting an answer to his question before he went any further in the man-made hell he'd created for himself.

"Zhen I suppose I vill have to show you, nein? Isn't it alvays better to show.. razher zhan tell?"

A soft chuckle emenated from the doctor's throat and he left his position at the Engineer's side to rummage through one of the medical cabinets behind the table. Engie carefully pulled himself up onto the table and turned so he could watch the man, even if he couldn't see what he was doing. He didn't lay down, as he knew the doctor wanted. True enough, he'd taken the Spy's place, but that didn't mean he had to be complacent about it.

"You are fortunate, Herr. Ve recently got a new shipment of scalpels on zhe train zhis monzh. Zhe scalpels I had previously vere getting razher dull from rending flesh to remove zhings.."

He chuckled, as if he found what he'd said particularly funny. Engie did not laugh with him.

"Who else you been cuttin' up, huh?"

Medic turned to him as if he were appalled by the implications of his words.

"A man of mein craft does not 'cut people up', Herr." His eyes narrowed at the Engineer as he walked forward, holding a scalpel and various other instruments on a small medical tray. "Nein, I vould not dare disrespect your craft by calling you roughneck, despite vhat zhe ozhers may zhink of you.

Engie swallowed, but the doctor continued.

"You are as skilled as a surgeon in your own right. Zhe zhings you do vizh machinery could rival zhe zhings I can do vizh flesh, yet you look at me as if I am somehow vrong for doing zhem. If somezhing does not function properly vizh your machines, do you not correct zhe problem? I have vatched you, more times zhan I can remember.. destroying creations of yours as ve advance furzher und furzher onto zhe field against zhe REDs. So tell me, Engineer.. how is it zhat your craft is any different zhan mine?"

Engie shook his head slowly, as if he couldn't believe what the doctor was telling him. He felt the lump return to his throat and he felt nauseous, as if he might keel over on the table.

"..It ain't the same at all, Doc. An'.. you ain't.. sane for thinkin' it is. My work.. my machines.. they ain't got no soul.. like humans. I ain't playin' with.. flesh an' doin' what I want with it.. 'cause.. it ain't right! Why can't you see that?!"

Medic shook his head, stepping closer to the Engineer as he did so. He guided a hand over the man's flesh, watching as he ran his gloved finger through the hair on his chest. Engie did not try to stop him, even though the touch was the worst feeling in the world. When Medic spoke again, his voice was quiet but firm.

"You und I are not so different. Just because mein machine is a living, breazhing person, does not deter from my work any more zhan if your machinery had zhe same capacity."

Medic finally met the man's eyes, leaning forward to place his lips against his. Engie immediately stiffened, shocked by the intimacy of the touch so much that he was unable to push the doctor away. Medic took advantage of the fact and wrapped a hand behind Engie's head tilting his head back, nudging the man's legs apart on the table so he could stand between them.

A soft noise escaped Engie's throat at the feel of the kiss and the Medic suddenly between his legs. He wanted to push the doctor away. Instead, he gripped the doctor's coat in his fists and and pulled his head back so he could speak.

"That ain't right, neither, Doc."

Medic shook his head, placing the scalpel on the table beside the man. Slowly, he began unbuttoning the buttons on his heavy lab coat, watching the Engineer as he did so.

"Nein.. vhat is not right, Herr.. is letting a body like yours go to vaste. Ve are all trapped here for an indefininte period of time, und just as your machinery must be kept vell oiled in order to function properly, zhe body is zhe same vay."

Once his coat was unbuttoned, Medic shrugged out of it and tossed it onto his desk, sending the remaining pieces of the forgotten chess game skittering across the desk and onto the floor. He ignored the noise.

"Vouldn't you agree?"

"Doc.."

Medic ignored the man's protest and kissed him again, pleasantly surprised by the lack of resistance he found on the Engineer's part. Reaching between them, he began unbuckling the belt at his waist, shrugging the fabric from his hips as he did so. His pants fell down over his boots, the buckle clinking loudly against the tile, but neither man seemed to notice.

Medic broke their kiss and offered the Engineer a genuine smile, reaching between his legs to stroke his thick cock. His smile grew as a gasp escaped Engie's throat, and he continued playing his fingers over the head, watching the man's reactions with interest.

"Cooperate vizh me, beute.. und ve vill have no problems. I vill keep zhis.. exquisite body of yours.." Medic ran his other hand down Engie's chest again, circling his fingers lightly over the man's nipple. "..vell maintained."

With that, Medic begin pulling off his boots, his fist still wrapped firmly around Engie's cock as he stroked him. Engie closed his eyes and gripped the edge of the table, trying not to focus on what the doctor was doing to him, but losing the battle as thoroughly as he'd lost his chess game to the Spy.

Once the Medic had removed his boots and pants, he released the Engineer's growing erection, trailing both gloved hands up to rest on his chest. He leaned in for another kiss and began pushing the Engineer back to rest against the table.

"Doc.. no.. I ain't.."

"Shhhh.. remember vhat I said, Herr. Cooperate vizh me und zhis vill be pleasant for zhe bozh of us.."

Engie swallowed the lump in his throat. He didn't want to cooprate. Maybe if he pretended the Medic was a woman..

Engie's thoughts were lost as the Medic climbed on top of him on the table, resting securely over his own hips. He didn't want to look down, to see the doctor's nakedness below the waist, even if he could feel the man's bare thighs pressing against his.

Medic smiled at the Engineer, reaching down between them again and gripping both of their cocks in his gloved fist, his thumb circling over the thumb of the Engineer's hardening cock.

"Ohh.. god! What..?"

Engie's eyes flew open and he tried to sit up, though the doctor's hand on his chest kept him down. Medic shook his head at the man, continuing his rubbing and adding a bit of thrusting witih his hips as he ground his cock against the Engineer's.

"Nein.."

Medic leaned over and picked up the small tube he'd placed next to the scalpel on the table, pulling the cap off and squirting a thick viscous fluid generously on the latex of his glove which held their cocks. The glove shone in the hard light from the flourescent blub and he smiled at the Engineer, pumping his hand to work the lubrication over their cocks.

"Doc..!"

"Ja, beute? It feel nice, nein? Do you vant more?"

Engie couldn't allow himself to answer that question, and so instead he found himself gripping the Medic's thighs instead of pushing him away, as he'd wanted to do, only moments before. He felt thoroughly disgusted with himself, knowing the things the man was likely to do to him, yet his body was responding in a manner which left him helpless and at the mercy of the doctor's touch.

Medic leaned in close, smiling as the Engineer as he climbed a bit up his body. His lips were nearly pressed against the smaller man's as he reached behind himself, gripping the Engineer's cock again.

"I vill give you vhat you need, Herr.."

With that, Medic sank slowly back on the Engineer's slick cock, a rough gasp escaping both men's throats as he did so. Engie's brow was tightly knit and his fingers dug into the Medic's flesh as the man continued to push himself back on his cock.

"God.. Doc... ohhh...."

"Mmm, precisely mein dear man.. how does it feel?" A smirk crept over his face as he leaned down and kissed Engie again, an intimate kiss with just a hint of tongue. He was surprised to feel the man return the kiss, though he did not complain, but merely kissed the man harder to seek the many different reactions the Engineer could give him.

He leaned over and picked up the scalpel from the tray sitting next to him, rocking atop the Engineer slowly as he did so. He poised the blade carefully near the man's neck, his lips still pressed firmly against the Engineer's as he planned his first cut.

As he brought the blade down, he felt an invisible hand wrap around his wrist and keep it from coming into contact with flesh. He grunted his surprise against the Engineer's mouth.

"Non."

Medic glanced up when the Spy's hand materialized on his wrist.

"Non, docteur. You do not cut 'im. Only me."

Engie was surprised to hear the Spy's voice, but the feel of Medic's flesh hot and tight around his hard cock made it hard to focus on the situation at hand. He tried to clear his vision so he could see the Spy.

Medic smiled pleasantly as the Spy, dropping the scalpel back onto the tray as he leaned up, placing both hands on the Engineer's chest to ride him thoroughly.

"I zhought you vere gone, Herr."

Spy shook his head slowly, watching the doctor rock back and forth atop the Texan. His arousal was not hidden by any clothing, but the tattered remains of his suit were gone, and he stood just as naked as the Engineer next to the table as he watched the doctor.

"Non, I would not miss this for the world. You will keep 'his body well maintained, docteur? What about yours?"

A sly smile crept across Spy's face and he moved behind the Medic, tracing his delicate fingers over the man's back. Spy was rewarded with something of a shudder from the touch, and the doctor picked himself up only to slam harder onto Engie's cock, eliciting a sharp moan from the man below him.

"I alvays take care of myself, Herr."

"Oui, of course, mon docteur. But.. wouldn't it be nice for a change.. for someone to take care of you?"

He stepped closer and between the Engineer's legs, pressing his erection against the Medic's ass as he wrapped his arms around the doctor's waist, reaching down to stroke the man's cock. Engie watched, fascinated by the Spy's fingers on the Medic's cock and he bucked into the man on top of him in response.

"Mmm, cher.. you are fucking 'im so deliciously.. it is what 'e needs, oui? Your thick cock buried inside of 'im, showing 'im exactly what it feels like. It is wonderful, is it not, docteur?"

Medic moaned in response to the Spy's words and the feel of his fingers around his cock. The scalpel was temporarily forgotten as he focused on feeling the Engineer filling him so perfectly, and the Spy's fingers stroking him almost lovingly.

Spy smiled over the Medic's shoulder at the Engineer as he reached across the table and picked up the tube the Medic had laid aside, he dabbed a bit on his hand as he released the Medic's cock, reaching down to rub the thick substance on his own cock.

Once he was slicked up, he replaced his coated hand on the Medic's cock, the man eliciting a sharp moan as he slammed onto the Engineer.

"Oh oui, that is perfect, 'err. Lean forward, and I will 'elp the Engineer take care of you.."

Engie was surprised to find the Medic leaning over him again, the hands which had been on his chest snaking up his body to wrap around his head. Medic kissed him as he moved atop him and he closed his eyes, returning the kiss with the same vigor as it was given to him. His mind was hopelessly lost and he bucked into the Medic, reveling in the feel of hot flesh around him.

Spy smild at the display, his hand still between the Medic and Engie as he watched them on the table.

"Mmm, cher.. that is such a wonderful display, filling the docteur like you are, but I am afraid, 'err.. I need more than just watching.."

Spy reached down with his free hand and gripped his cock, pressing it against the Engineer's as it slid in and out of Medic. He watched patiently as he continued to press himself against the Medic, waiting for the man to adjust to the feeling of his intrusion.

Medic gasped loudly and dropped his forehead next to the Engineer's on the table, his grip tightening on the other side of the table as he felt the Spy join the Engineer inside him. It stretched him wide and the pain was exquisite, but he pressed back against both men anyway, moaning low in his throat as he did so.

Spy smiled, running his hand up over the doctor's back once he was sufficiently insde the man.

"I 'ave never felt you this way, cher.." He said quietly to the Engineer, thrusting himself inside the Medic and against Engie's cock, his other hand pumping Medic's cock slowly. "It is divine.. sharing 'him with you, like this.. 'e 'as wanted it for so very long.."

Engie was nearly lost in the pleasure of it all, the feel of Spy's cock pressed so tightly against his hardly fazing him. He wrapped his arms around the Medic to pull the man closer, letting the Spy control the pace as the man fucked the doctor from behind. The Spy's words, however, caught him by surprise, and he lifted his head to see over the doctor's shoulder.

"..What?"

Spy smiled at him, his hand still tracing over the doctor's back and ass.

"Mmm, oui. 'e mentioned your body to me one night last week, 'ow 'e enjoys watching you work, cher. This is my gift to 'im. 'e enjoys the feel of my cock inside 'is body, but 'e wanted to experience yours, too."

Engie was dumbfounded, and the feel of the Medic wrapped so tightly around him was not helping the situation.

"I thought.. you said.."

Spy laughed, offering the Medic a particularly sharp thrust which rewarded him with a moan from both men in front of him.

"I am inherently bent and untrustworthy, cher. 'aven't you learned not to trust anything I tell you?"

"Then what.. ohhh god..."

"The docteur and I 'ave 'ad.. a working relationship for some time. 'e does things for me that I cannot get anywhere else.. and in turn, I give 'im blood, when 'e needs it."

Engie closed his eyes. He hadn't paid much attention to the Spy's body when he'd been in his room with the man, or when he'd cut his clothing from him, but the scars which covered the man's chest suddenly made sense. A few of them were jagged indeed, but most were made with precision. A surgeon's precision.

"My god..."

"Oh oui, cher. The docteur feels wondeful, does 'e not?"

Medic's only response to his situation was a sharp moan, followed by him pressing against both men that filled him. Engie felt his balls tighten as the Spy worked alongside him, and despite himself, he wrapped his legs around the Spy, bidding the man even closer as he filled the Medic, a sharp, guttural moan escaping his lips.

Medic sighed and captured the Engineer's lips in a rough kiss, the Spy still working inside of him and leaving him entirely helpless as he was filled.

"Ohh, das ist exquisite.. liebling.. mehr.. bitte.."

Spy smiled, leaning over the Medic as he continued fucking him.

"Of course, mon amour. Tout pour vous."

He slammed inside the Medic, gripping the man's hips as he rested atop the spent Engineer. The feel of the Spy's cock sliding against him inside the Medic was nearly too much for Engie as he came down from the high of his orgasm, his cock hypersensitive from the rough stimulation.

"Ohhhhhh goddamn... you're killin' me..."

Spy laughed a rough, throaty laugh, continuing his rough thrusting inside his doctor.

"Mmm, mon dieu.. docteur!"

With a final thrust, Spy slammed himself completely inside the doctor, a soft whimper emenating from the man's throat as Spy filled him. His breathing was ragged and he wanted a cigarette, but he reached between the Medic and the Engineer again, stroking the German roughly.

Medic cried out as the Spy's hand wrapped around his cock again, and he bucked back against both men, the sharp moans which filled the room an orchestra of pleasure.

"Ohhhh, liebling.. es ist perfekt.. härter.."

Spy obliged, still rocking inside the man despite having emptied himself.

"Oui, mon coeur, I will take care of you, just as you 'ave taken care of our Engineer.."

Medic's body shuddered and he gripped Engie's shoulders firmly, pressing a kiss hard to the man's lips as he came, spilling over the Spy's fist and onto the Engineer below him. Engie was barely aware of the kiss and the sticky mess of the Medic coming on his belly, so focused as he was on the kiss the man offered him.

Satisfied, Spy leaned down and rested his head on his Medic's back, listening to the sound of the man's breathing and his heartbeat.

"Mmm."

Medic dropped his head next to the Engineer's on the table, making no move to get up as the Spy leaned on his back.

"Danke, mein liebling."

Spy chuckled and reached down, wrapping his hand with the doctor's as he looked over his shoulder at the Engineer.

"I believe you are 'is new favorite play thing, cher."
>> No. 3380
oh Rarne, this was all so wonderful!! bravo!
>> No. 3382
My panties, they are soaked now. DP WITH MEDIC FUCK YEAH. :D
>> No. 3383
Oh.Mein.Gott.

kjkjnjnhhnvmjhfmnhg, that was just wonderful <3<3<3
>> No. 3385
JESUS CHRIST AHHHHHHHHHH

THAT WAS /PERFECT/.
>> No. 3387
OH LAWDY.

That was lovely.
>> No. 3394
So! Now that this little delicious story arc is complete, which. I have to say, it took an unexpected turn I was not even prepared for.. does anyone have any requests as to what they'd like to see from me?

Once again, I'm not writing anything with Scout.
>> No. 3395
you know me....anything sniper, haha
again, this was a delight to read
>> No. 3400
MY GOD thank you rarne....
>> No. 3406
>>135
In Checkmate, when Engie's asking Spy about his fantasies, Spy mentions wanting to ruin the good doctor's immaculate infirmary, and also sneaking up into Sniper's nest and taking the man by surprise. Spy's already done Medic. I want to see how he does Sniper.
>> No. 3407
>>135
seconding >>136

Sniper is always fine. Sniper x Spy especially <3
>> No. 3410
Thirding the Sniper request 'cause GODFUCKINGDAMNUNNFFF!!

First rule of Fuck Club is don't trust Spy, that little bastard. My hat, it is doffed to you, Rarne for a story that I was not expecting nor knew I wanted or wouldn't have guessed and HOJESUSFUCK!

Just bravo.
>> No. 3411
I was pretty sure when Spy cloaked and the door opened and closed that he had not actually left... I was NOT, however, expecting him to be so in on the plot! And Medic DP, as stated before... UNF... panties melted...
>> No. 3412
Spy, you voyeuristic, lying perv! *wiggles eyebrows*
>> No. 3413
>>135
Sniper/Solly please!
>> No. 3414
I know I'm the odd one out, but I humbly request something with Pyro. His charector was made to be a Pyromaniac, though I'd love to see him as a Pyrophilliac-and trust me, as someone with pyromania, they are COMPLETELY differant. A google search would prove that in ten seconds flat.
Also, anything with Medic is good news to me.
But, whatever you do, I'll probably love it. That's kind of a given.
>> No. 3435
javascript:quote(144, 'post3414'); I would NOT say you're the odd one out- I'd love to see something with Pyro. He needs more love. *nods*

Not sure if it'll let me reply correctly, my browser is a bitch with the chans...
>> No. 3436
Nope, didn't let me. Fuck chrome.
>> No. 3439
Fourth-ing Spy sneaking up on Sniper.

Now, I've read both stories, so I probably missed something, but why does Medic need blood again?
>> No. 3463
oh buddy I just read this and I am pleased. You sure can paint a picture.
>> No. 3484
Oh god. The mental images...they are exquisite. Definitely going on the "to be drawn list"

Heavens, I think I have a touch of the vapors...


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