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No. 7045
OKAY I've been sitting on this part for a while so HERE GOES.
TY CASHEW <3 <3
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When the Engineer and Spy decided to let Demo in on their 'plan', the Scot reminded them how cabin fever could affect one's judgement, and that vengeful mob mentality was no way to deal with their frustrations.
"Yar all idiots," he said shaking his head after a long drink from a brown glass bottle and setting it down on the wooden table .
Spy scoffed angrily as the Texan defended the idea, if only for his own personal gain.
The Engineer fancied the German in all of his smug egotistical glory. It turned him on. And if this was the only way to see the Medic laid out and aroused, then he'd take it. Then at least Engie would be able to embellish upon all the dirty fantasies he had.
Demo mumbled, "Believe me, I think tha guy's a bit of an prick an' I'd stick 'im up the ass too if I thought it'd take 'im down a few notches," he fiddled with an open canister bomb, unscrewing the lid slowly, "But wha' makes ya think he'll even agree ta the idea?"
Engineer cleared his throat, "We appeal to his intellect and his pride. Make him think he's doin' us all a favor..."
The man seated at the table nodded as if he considered the idea to be fairly good, "Well, if you're prepared ta humiliate the man, you better be ready for what might happen after all it's said an' done," he smirked.
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Present day
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The Medic turned over in his small bed, hard mattress creaking beneath him. The banging noise became louder and louder until he realized the clamor was not a part of his dream at all. He watched the metal door to his room rattle as the two voices outside argued, one yelling angrily how there should be "no locked doors in my compound", another voice, lower in tone trying to cease the undulation of volume.
"Doktor is tired..."
"I don't give a SHIT if he's tired! THERE IS NO NAP-TIME IN WAR!"
It was five in the morning. None of the others on their team besides the Heavy, Soldier, and himself would be up for hours. He knew the man's game. He wouldn't budge.
"THAT'S AN ORDER! I WANT THIS DOOR DOWN! I WANT IN THAT ROOM!"
"I don't vant to break doktor's door."
Medic murmured half asleep, annoyed with the both of them. Just a few more minutes, he figured, as the giant Russian voiced refusal once again to open the door.
In his dreams the German would often find solace in memories of home, of quieter times, faces that he knew but barely remembered, swirling like water in and out of his mind. He innately knew the faces that appeared to him in his dreams, even if their images were dulled by time.
None of the idiots here on his "team" could invade his mental privacy with their whining and intolerable cries for "Medic!" or "Doktor!" or "My arm! They blew my arm off!". Their demands and their weaknesses were far away...
Medic basked in quiet whispers of recollections and the feeling of two warm arms around him; whose they were, he could not tell.
"-OF MY WAY!"
"NO! EEZ TOO SMALL IN HALLWAY!"
With a loud boom, that frightened the Medic into a frenzy of arms and legs all tangled in a blanket, the door to his room bellowed and fell inward. The Soldier's uniform was singed, the tips of his collar still burning. The face that one could make out beneath the helmet was smeared in black from the explosion. The hallway behind the Soldier was all kinds of fucked up.
"UP AND AT 'EM DOC!" Soldier didn't seem the least bit angry, in fact he sounded quite happy to see the doctor in his quarters, as if he half expected something different.
Medic didn't want to show the American he was shaken. With as much precision as he could muster, he gently put his glasses on his nose and stood stiffly, knees shaking.
"SO WHAT'LL IT BE TODAY? TRAINING REGIMENT OR SNOW SHOVELING, LADIES?"
There was the question. The one he always expected since the day they found it near impossible to exit the compound.
"If ve had proper attire and eqviptment, I vould be more zen happy to go outside vith our dear Heavy. But ve do not..."
He knew the Soldier would work them into the ground if they went out there. He'd treat the situation like they were in battle. A battle against the elements. It was useless, it would only keep snowing, the wind would continue to blow and create snow drifts where they had just made clearings.
The RED team for all their effort, already found themselves trapped back in their own fort after the ice and snow piled up in their small clearing.
They, the whole lot of them on the BLU team, could not possibly hold himself and the Russian responsible for the situation.
The army man looked him over and set his jaw tightly before yelling out, "DO NOT FORCE ME TO MAKE IT AN ORDER, PRIVATE!" The Soldier whirled around to the Heavy who was trying to pick up the demolished door and set it back into place. His gaze slowly met with the American's.
"YOU WILL COME WITH ME OUTSIDE AND WE WILL RAPE MOTHER NATURE IN ALL HER ICY GLORY! DO YOU HEAR ME!?"
The Russian looked from Soldier to Medic. The German shook his head.
Heavy complied with the silent order, stating a clear "No."
The doctor sneered. It felt good to be able to control the man with just a flick of his hand or nod of his head.
Soldier fumed.
"If either of you falls ill, I vill have to care for you, ze respawn doez not cure sickness as ve have learned through ze Engineer's misfortune in contracting a stomach virus...." Medic remembered how, with every respawn, the Engineer would vomit violently from the room to the infirmary.
"...Training it is..." Soldier growled to the German, "after we will break for an hour, then REPORT to the DESIGNATED AREA AT FOURTEEN HUNDRED HOURS FOR FILMING!! NOW GET YOUR GIRDLE ON AND MOOOOVE, GOOSE-STEPPER!!!" Soldier screamed at Medic who took as much time as he saw fit in dressing himself properly.
Heavy stood at the door obediently, waiting for the doctor as the Soldier continued his stream of inane mouth noise.
And so went their day, just like the countless others, well with the exception of their added end of day 'activity'. Yesterday's awkward first day of really diving into the project made the Medic angry with all of them, with himself.
And if they Spy knew how truly awkward the German felt he'd be happily skipping about the BLU base, bathing in his vindictive victory. Naturally, Sniper would be attempting to get into the Frenchman's pants, because a happy Spy is easier to persuade to bed than a sad brooding one. Scout would feel confident that his anal virginity was safe with the heat off him, and the Soldier, well, he'd still be insane, but he'd know he had the mental upper hand over the 'nazi' and the 'commie'.
But the doctor was a proud man. Too proud to let the Heavy, who listened to him like a trained bear, shovel some snow; too proud to let the Soldier break him during their inane training exercise, and too proud to stick by his decision to quit the BLU's pornographic pet project. Medic's emotions were his and his alone to manipulate.
His Russian 'meat shield' seemed drained after their training exercise, dazed from scaling tall sets of stairs; condition training that required him to haul his giant gun up and down and up and down with him. Medic was not too worried. The giant man was tired, not exhausted. Heavy spent his hour break between their training and filming sleeping, bent over in a chair that looked too small for him, head resting in his arms.
Medic sat across from him after a long shower; half was spent washing and the other half making sure the big man didn't fall asleep while taking his own shower. Medic had finally managed to get the Russian to lean himself forward against the wall and wash properly.
A loud grumble sounded from the Heavy as he took in a deep breath.
The already long day was going to get longer...
Medic had the opportunity to flick through the small section of the script they'd be covering that afternoon. He murmured some assuring words in an attempt to convince himself that giving the Heavy "a half oral half hand job" wouldn't be all to bad. Noooo, it wouldn't be uncomfortable at all to perform a sexual act with an individual he had no attraction to....
'Why couldn't it have been the Engineer,' the Medic thought listlessly. That would be easier, at least the doctor enjoyed his company...
Stirring from his sleep, probably woken by his own loud snoring, Heavy sat up. His eyes crossed in a daze but focused quickly on the Medic as if trying to recall where they were and if they were in the middle of training or not.
The German murmured a "You are fine, just rest...".
And with a big half sleepy smile, Heavy laid his head down once more to rest for the ten minutes left of their hour. Medic didn't know why but felt compelled to gently reach over and rub the back of the man's head in a soothing manner. The sleeping man sounded like a large purring beast as he adjusted his head into a more comfortable position.
In all of his time at the base, Medic had never really considered his Russian comrade as a person rather than a tool. He'd never noticed the way the man's shoulders sat unevenly, probably due to the strain his weapon put on his dominant arm. The tiny peaks of the Heavy's shoulder blades poked from beneath the thick skin of his bare back. Medic watched the muscles beneath the man's skin twitch as he began to drift deeper into sleep. The doctor was still gently stroking the Russian's head...
"ALRIGHT YOU COCK SUCKING MAGGOTS!!"
Medic jumped, completely unprepared for the loud outburst, but it was nothing compared to Heavy who sat bolt up right screaming "RED SCOUT HAS SANVICH!!" The leg of his chair snapped sending him backwards, roaring until he smacked the floor like a piece of meat.
Soldier continued on, seemingly louder, if that were at all possible, "I DO NOT REMEMBER GIVING YOU PERMISSION TO FALL, PRIVATE!"
The doctor leaned over the table worried the man might have a concussion. Heavy lugged himself up slowly, the sharp adrenaline rush leaving him panting and wide-eyed.
"FIIIIVE MINUTES!" he turned on his heels and left the room.
The Russian gripped his head giving a grumbling moan, finally on his feet. Medic looked him over and deemed him fine.
"Ze sooner ve get out zere, ze faster zis vill be ovah, ja?"
Heavy nodded, "Vat does eet say for me to do?" he asked, pointing to the script.
"Ah it looks as though you have ze easy part, just laying back and relaxing..."
"Vat does doktor do?"
Medic tried not to let his face twist into a sour expression but could not hold back, "Just vorry about yourself, it vill be obvious shortly..."
Heavy yawned looking tired once more, unwilling to continue his line of questioning. He followed the Medic onto the staging area.
Sniper was seated behind the camera that was pointed off to the right of the set, towards the large expanse of the room that held most of the BLU team members. Spy stood leaning back onto a table, watching the Demo and Scout laughing. Pyro watched the Scout angrily, dropping a tray of food onto the table next to the masked assassin. With a muffled grumble the rubber-suit headed back to the kitchen to fetch the rest of the food for the cast.
Engineer was hunched over on the floor trying to repair a frayed wire mumbling to himself, "Wish the kid would stop kicking around this cord..." He only stopped to look up and stare as the Medic, who was only clad in his rubber gloves and a towel pass by him, stepping over the hardhat's equipment with care. Heavy dragged his feet, taking the same path. Engineer quickly grabbed the bundles of wires to keep the big man from tripping over them.
The Russian, clad only in his pants and large boots (as per their scripted directions) sat himself down onto one of the staged crates as fatigue overtook him again. He yawned as he rubbed his big balled up fists into his eyes, attempting to rub the sleep from them. He leaned back and let the noise of the room wash over him, tuning out what they were saying. Their voices became white noise, lulling him into a serene state of mind.
"ALRIGHT! I WANT THIS DONE IN ONE SHOT! WE ARE WORKING WITH LIMITED AMMO!-"
"Film." Sniper corrected the American.
"Alright, Gentlemen, you have prepared for ze scene, non?" a smirk quipped at Spy's lips as he addressed the two, "got in enough practice?"
Medic grumbled at the Spy, but Heavy could only wonder what he was talking about.
Scout clamored with the boom mic, "C'MON let the cocksucking faggot-ing begin!!"
Medic attempted to find his 'happy place' so he could escape any mental scarring from what he was about to do to the large man, as the Soldier yelled "THE CAMERA CAN GO ON NOW!" and the Sniper replied with "You mean 'action', mate".
'What was the last good lay I've had?', the doctor thought as he centered himself between the Russian's legs, leaning up with the beginnings of a grin playing at his lips, 'Mmm, tall, blonde German soldier. He was a good fuck, even if he was all energy and no form.'
Heavy's face turned red, still half lidded with sleep, completely caught up in the moment as the Medic's mouth went to his neck. He groaned and began to push his hips forward. The veil of sleepiness amplified the wonderful little shots of intense sensations; lips dragging down the skin of his neck and up to his jawline. To his dismay, the doctor avoided mouth to mouth contact even as he a gave a small begging whine. Rubber covered fingertips dug into the skin of his back.
Heavy couldn't care that the others were watching, sneering at the two of them. In fact, he barely noticed....
"CLOSE UP! THERE!" the Soldier burst out standing immediately behind the Sniper, who slammed his eye socket into the sight of the camera.
"What the fuck man!" Scout yanked the headphone from his ear as feedback came screeching through.
Medic looked over his shoulder, angrily, completely thrown from his fantasy.
"KEEP ROLLING, KEEP ACTING!"
Heavy grunted, eyes squeezed shut, face flushed as the Medic dragged his fingers over the man's skin in a smooth tantalizing way, still scowling at the film crew. The Russian began to undo his own pants, tugging them down so that his erection was freed. He couldn't wait, he groaned for attention.
"Goddamn thing..." Sniper growled trying to reposition the clunky old camera. He cursed at it as it began clicking loudly, "film's fucking stuck..."
"Hold on, hold on, lemme see what's goin' on..." the Engineer said, intervening.
Just as the Medic was about to get up and call it quits he felt a hand on his, pulling his palm, wrapping his fingers around the Heavy's long thick cock.
"Please...do not stop..." the large man's eyebrows knit together.
The doctor pulled his hand away and slowly removed his gloves, eyes locked on the face above him that looked so painfully wrapped in passion.
Only a few simple touches sent the man into this kind of state? What would happen if...
Medic licked his palm and began to work the man's erection slowly, in long strokes. Heavy bumped his head back against a crate, shifting it slightly.
The group behind the doctor had congregated around the camera, bickering with each other, pointing at wires and yelling orders to the Engineer who was more than slightly pissed off at the interruption. "Fucking cock blocking BLUs...", he grumbled to himself.
Hips rolling in precise rhythm, Heavy bit down on his fingers, the intense pleasure rising. Medic found the entire scene enthralling; the way the man moved. With each hard stroke, the man jerked forward. He squeezed the head of the Russian's cock as he came to the top and the man would groan.
Heavy's jaw hung slack and his body, as big as it was, moved in a strangely erotic fashion, his stomach tightening causing him to curl forward slightly.
"M-more...please..."
Medic couldn't remember what went through his mind, but he found himself compelled to wrap his lips around the man's cock and take the entire length into his throat. Heavy's legs parted, he bent over completely, stopping short of grabbing the doctor's head for fear he might quit the wonderful swirling strokes of his tongue. The German's mouth was so hot and wet, like he imagined, and it felt wonderful as it moved up and down . The tight seal formed by his lips dragged his skin up and down with it.
Words failed the Russian as he tried to warn the Medic how close he was to orgasm and how fucking good it all felt; it all came out in a loud growl that was drowned out by the sound of their arguing team mates. His eyes rolled back as he came.
"Stop TOUCHIN' on it kid!!" Engineer shoved the bouncy little Scout away from the camera, untangling the film carefully.
Medic swallowed, feeling confused and turned on all at the same time.
With little jolts of movements as his limbs continued to spasm, the big Russian man leaned back slowly, closing his eyes and letting sleep overtake him.
Engie closed the hatch on the video camera declaring, "THERE! It's fixed!"
"Woll, someones gotta wake the big guy up now..." Sniper glanced over the few heads in front of him to the sleeping Heavy.
Medic stared blankly at the floor for a second before making eye contact with the others. They hadn't seen or noticed a thing...
"Bah!" Demo took swig of his drink, "'e'll never wake up now, looka him!"
"Let the sleeping dog...giant..lay or whatever the fuck...either way I'm not goin' over there, so you can stop looking at ME, ya baguette munchin' faggot."
Spy growled, "Fine zen, doctor," he called out, "we'll finish zees tomorrow!-"
Medic pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. At least he could say he had practice now.
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THERE WE GO. more to come...
OH and I'm aware that Molly!Scout fic would be fun and I'm gonna get on that soon I PROMISE.
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