Every repost is a repost repost. By Rarne.

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The problem wasn't leaving the RED base. The problem was getting back into it. Leaving was easy. Stepping outside with a bonesaw in one hand and a wicked grin to accompany it was cause enough for the rest of the Medic's team to keep a tight lip on any questions they might have, even the Scout, who had a penchant for blurting out the obvious and generally making an ass of himself, especially concerning such... delicate matters such as those at hand.

The Medic felt naked when he went without his gloves, but they made too much noise and even though he missed them, having bare hands for what he was about to do would more than make up for the lost comfort of his missing gloves. He carefully hid the bonesaw behind his back, sneaking past the sleeping Engineer and his sentry, the quiet humming as it rotated back and forth masking his footsteps on the tile flooring. The Medic quietly chuckled to himself, thinking of the irony. While his team was asleep in their base, he'd be visiting the BLUs, putting an end to a problem that had plagued him since the REDs and BLUs first clashed.

His jack boots became dusty with grit as he slid along the wall of the RED base, which irritated him to no end. The entire base irritated him, but he put thoughts of the Fort out of his mind as he continued along, hiding in the shadows as he went from building to building, concealing the glinting bonesaw as best he could. The BLU base was across the bridge. The Medic poked his head around the side of the bridge, listening for any sentries in the cool night. Carefully, he made his way across the bridge, focusing on the BLU base, the door seemingly unguarded. Once across, the Medic flattened his body against the BLU wall, listening for signs of the BLU Engineer's mechanical friends.

Hearing nothing again, he crept into the base, careful to take paths less trafficked should any BLU team members be awake. He wasn't sure where he would find the Spy, but he had a good idea. Sneaking up the stairs and even deeper into the bowels of the BLU base, he hid briefly in the shadows as the BLU Heavy trundled past, munching on a sandwich and completely oblivious to his surroundings. The Medic shook his head, feeling a small ounce of pity for the BLU Medic, wherever he might be.

Once he could no longer hear the footsteps of the Heavy, the Medic continued on his way again, peeking carefully in opened doors, looking for the right dorm. A small smirk played on his lips as he found the right door, slightly ajar. A small cot was situated against the wall on the other side of the room, with a night stand and a small lamp sitting next to it. The lamp was on, but the light was so dull, the Medic could barely make out the shape lying on the cot. However, the pin stripe suit gave his quarry away.

Slipping into the crack of the door carefully, the Medic pulled his bonesaw around to his front, silently sliding the door closed while keeping a watchful eye on the cot. The figure didn't move as the door shut; the Medic exhaled silently to relieve the pent up tension from having made it through the base. He sat quietly in a chair which had been hidden behind the open door, pausing as it squeaked under his weight. The figure still did not move. The Medic leaned forward, his hand holding the saw dropping between his legs as he rested his elbows on his thighs, clearing his throat loudly.

"Oui, I know you are 'ere, Doctor. You couldn't 'ave made more noise if you'd brought that lumbering Russian with you."

The BLU Spy sat up, flicking a cigarette from his case as he smiled lasciviously at the Medic. Instinctively, the Medic's grip on his saw tightened, but the Spy's smile was mirrored on his own face. The Medic stood, his eyes still on the man as he tapped his chin with his free hand.

"I do not zhink zhe Russian vould approve, however..." he waved the bonesaw around slightly, directing his gaze to it instead of the Spy.

"Zhe Russian is not here to object."

The Spy placed his cigarette case back onto the night stand, taking a long drag on the cigarette before blowing the smoke into the air above them.

"Then may I ask why the good doctor 'as found 'is way into my room on such a lonely night? I would 'ave imagined you'd 'ave other... obligations... to take care of with the REDs."

The Medic waited for the Spy to take another drag from the cigarette before lunging at him, fully intending to remove the Spy's head from the rest of his body. He was shocked when the Spy grabbed his outstretched arm and wrenched the saw away from him, turning the Medic quickly so he was behind him, his own bonesaw pressed precariously against his own throat. He felt the teeth cutting into his flesh, a small drop of blood trickling from his throat down to his chest. He was irritated at the thought of blood staining his coat moreso than his current predicament, though the Spy's spoken words brushing against his ear quickly wiped his obsessive behavior from his mind.

"What a wonderful story this will make at tomorrow's briefing. The RED Medic playing Spy in the middle of the night, only to be cut down with 'is own bonesaw."

The Spy blew a stream of smoke past the Medic's ear, his lips brushing against the doctor's ear as he whispered in a hushed tone.

"Anything the doctor would like to be remembered for?"

The Medic closed his eyes and swallowed, savoring the stinging in his throat from the cut. He was held quite tightly against the Spy, his hands locked between them both. A long moment passed with neither of them moving, the silence heavy in the room. Finally, the Medic tilted his head back away from the blade and bit the Spy's earlobe before whispering.

"Care to give zhe doctor vun last request?"

The Spy eased the saw from the Medic's throat and released his hands, dropping the saw onto the cot. He grabbed the Medic's tie and pulled harshly, forcing the Medic to follow behind him to the chair behind the door. He stopped, forcing the Medic's back to the door as he peered at his neck, the trickle of blood hidden beneath his coat. Removing the cigarette from his mouth and leaning forward, Spy grazed his tongue along the Medic's neck, closing his eyes as he did so. The Medic moaned as the salt from the Spy's tongue caused the wound to sting even more, but he was quickly quieted by Spy's gloved hand over his mouth. Replacing the cigarette between his lips, Spy tore the coat from the Medic's body, pushing it aside as he worked on the tie, tossing it behind them. The Spy grabbed the Medic's hips and turned him violently to face the door, grabbing a fistful of hair as he held his head against the door. The Medic's glasses dangled precariously from his nose, but neither seemed to notice as the Spy unbuckled the Medic's belt with his free hand.

Spy grabbed the chair and pulled the Medic away from the door, bending him over the chair. Spy shed his clothing and ignored his own tie, not bothering to remove it. He grabbed the Medic's hips and leaned forward, spitting on his ass before leaning back to plunge his hard cock into the waiting Medic. Medic growled and grit his teeth, his grip on the chair tightening as the Spy slammed into him, over and over. Tossing his head back, the Spy lifted one hand from the Medic's hips and pulled the smoldering cigarette out of his mouth, flicking it onto the floor and crushing it with his foot. The Medic's head drooped between his arms as the Spy pounded into him, his glasses finally falling from his face and onto the floor. He barely noticed as he focused on pushing back against the Spy, matching his powerful strokes.

Growling, Spy leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of the Medic's hair again, pulling his head up as he fucked him.

"I must say," the Spy panted, "You chose one 'ell of a last request, doctor."

Medic grunted and shoved his ass back against the Spy harder, causing the Spy to grip his hips with two hands again. Pumping faster and faster, the Spy gasped and slid his cock deep into the Medic, holding it there as he came. He leaned over the Medic's back, his cock emptied of its seed. However, the Medic was not finished with him. Medic pushed him off gruffly and turned, grabbing his tie as he pulled the Spy to the cot, forcing him onto his knees. He let go of the tie and grabbed the Spies' hips, yanking the man's pants and boxers the rest of the way down, while spreading his knees wide.

"Allow me to return zhe favor, mein dear man."

The Spy's tie tickled his face as the Medic's hard cock slammed into him. The Medic worked him slowly, withdrawing his cock to the very tip before slamming it into the Spy again, over and over, the Spy's only audible sound a grunt the Medic's thighs slapped his, again and again. Buried deep inside the Spy, the Medic leaned forward and bit the man's shoulder, dragging his teeth across his flesh, which elicited a rather loud and very satisfying moan from the man below him. Medic's lips spread slowly into a pleased smile.

"A small token of mein appreciation," Medic whispered in a gravelly voice, kissing the bite wound before slamming himself deep within the Spy.

They both collapsed forward on the cot, their bodies sticky with sweat, panting heavily but neither moving a muscle. Medic finally turned, resting on his back with his hands over his eyes, the Spy reaching over him to the night stand for the case of cigarettes. He pulled one out and lit it with a lighter he removed from the drawer of the night stand before putting them both back. He took a long drag on the cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air before leaning back on the cot, his hands above his head. The Medic turned and draped a hand over his chest, pulling the cigarette from his mouth. The Spy, mildly surprised, dropped an arm to the Medic's back.

"I wasn't aware you smoked, doctor."

The Medic took a long drag on the cigarette with his eyes closed, holding the smoke for a long moment before exhaling.

"I don't," he murmured, shoving the cigarette back into the Spy's mouth.

The Spy cocked a smile but said nothing, staring up at the ceiling. Medic yawned, resting his head on the Spy's chest momentarily, listening to his racing heart beat. Unwillingly breaking the silence, the Medic stood on unsteady feet and went about dressing himself more haphazardly than usual, caring little for his appearance after the night's events. He draped his tie around his neck, not bothering to tie it in the correct fashion. Picking up the saw, he waved it at the Spy.

"If you have no objection, I need to be on mein vay before zhe rest of your team vakes."

The Spy crossed his legs on the cot and took another puff from his cigarette, waving the Medic off with one hand. Holding the cigarette at the side of his mouth, he smirked.

"Same time tomorrow night, doctor?"

The Medic smiled but said nothing as he exited the room, picking his way back through the BLU base.