Here ya go, Humon! I tried posting it in your thread, but it was too long. Sorry for any grammar mistakes I might have overlooked, and any logic mistakes, or any critical details I might have forgotten...y'know, just have a big sorry before I post.

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How had it even happened, anyway? The last thing Demoman remembered was lounging in the rec room, polishing his Eyelander and prepping it for battle against Soldier when something was pressed to his mouth and he was out cold. Chloroform, telling from the taste in the his mouth. He was just waking up, coming out of the lethargic fugue of unconsciousness and barely aware of what was going on when he opened his eye, to see the unconscious and naked form of Soldier below him. Gasping, he tried to sit up, only to find out that his wrists were bound behind Soldier’s back and his arms were tied to the American’s with thick, unyielding rope. The sudden movement roused Soldier, who yawned and tried to stretch his heavy form as he opened his eyes. “Ah…what the…AH!” Waking up to a black Scottish Cyclops on top of him was certainly surprisingly to Soldier, who immediately tried jerking away only to pull Demoman with him. “What in the hell is going on?!” he yelled in Demoman’s face.

“Hell if ah knoo!” Demoman yelled back, trying to pull his arms away from Soldier’s, to no avail. “C’mon, help me get out o’ this!”

“Help you?!” Soldier repeated incredulously. “I’m not helping you with a damn thing! We’re enemies, numbskull!”

“Enemies naked an' tied tae each other!” Demoman retorted, incensed. “Noo quit yer bitchin an' start strugglin'!”

While they tried pulling away from each other, two figures emerged from the shadows, one tall and thin and the other a lumbering bear of a man. At first, neither Soldier or Demoman noticed, but when the tall one deliberately stomped his boot onto the ground, both their attentions were diverted. Medic was standing above them, a devious grin on his face and the Heavy next to him, who was wearing a similar smirk. “Guten morgen, dumpkoffs,” Medic said with a slight sneer to the American and Scotsman, who were looking at him with mixed incredulity and anger. “I trust you kept each other warm while you slept?”

“You!” Soldier barked at Medic, tilting his head upward to look him straight in the face. “I shouldda known. It takes a stinking queer Nazi and his Commie butt buddy to attack a good, American soldier when he’s down and tie him to his mortal enemy.”

“Aye,” Demoman said, scowling darkly at Medic from on top of Soldier. “Wha’ do ye wann us tae do, rip each other apart?”

“Oh, they would want that,” Soldier grumbled. “Two naked men fighting each other…you’d like that a whole lot, wouldn’t you, you Nazi sicko!” Medic, who had remained silent the whole time, gave a light chuckle at this and patted Soldier on the head.

“Me? Oh, nein, Soldier, you haff it all wrong. Zhis is for your own good. Heavy, lift zhem up.”

“Own good?” Demoman repeated as Heavy moved over them and lifted Demoman onto his feet, bringing Soldier with him. “And how in the hell do you figure tha’ tying us oop and strippin’ us is fer our own good?”

“Vill bring you closer,” Heavy said, patting Demoman on the head as he set them on their feet. “Make you friends.”

“Friends?!” Soldier said. He was now on his own two feet and was looking past Demoman’s head at Medic. “I don’t wanna be friends to this skirt-wearing drunkard! I wanna blow him up! And I wanna blow you up with him!”

Medic sighed and shook his head. “But it vas not always like zhat, vas it? No, you two used to be zhe closest of friends. And vhen zhe Announcer tricked you into fighting one anozzer, Heavy and I became…concerned. So, we had a leetle idea to bring you back togezzah.” Medic clicked his tongue and circled them, taking the two men with a soft, satisfied expression. Behind them, Heavy stood guard, ready and willing.

“An’ how do you think yer gonn’ make us friends now, doc?” Demoman asked, glaring. “Make us kiss and make up?”

“Actually, zhat is just vhat I had in mind,” the German said, stepping behind Demoman. Heavy took the same position behind Soldier, a smirk on his face. Together, they starting pushing them together, forcing their faces close until they were only inches away.

“What in the hell are you doing?!” Soldier exclaimed, shaking his fists in an attempt to get free and resisting Heavy.

“Zhe game is puit simple, Herr Soldier,” Medic said as he pushed Demoman forward. “Zhere vill be no release or satisfaction for either of you until vie see some zloppy kissing.”

“Release? Satisfaction?“ Demoman repeated. The edges of the doctor’s mouths curled up even further and he gave a slow nod, quite enjoying the Scotsman’s embarrassed expression. Why…was that a blush coloring those dark cheeks?

“Game not hard for old friends,” Heavy said, still smirking as he pushed Soldier forward. Now they were chest to chest, so close they could feel each other’s breaths on their bare skin. Soldier felt something strange creeping up in him; was it arousal? Seeing his former friend before him, seeing nothing but that black, bearded Scotsman in his bare glory, it was surely awakening something in the American that he hadn’t felt before. The feeling was mutual; Demoman felt blood run through his body as it was pressed into Soldiers stout, muscular form; from his heart to his cock, which was stirring of its own volition. Behind them, Heavy and Medic were most pleased. Nothing gets friends together like a little forced loving.

“Less get this over wi’,” Demoman groaned as he pressed his lips towards Soldier. Soldier, however, turned away, a profuse blush spreading across his cheeks. Heavy snorted with amusement.

“Now now, herr soldier, do not leave your friend hanging,” Medic cooed. “Give him a big, zloppy kiss for us. Go on.” Heavy was giggling madly behind him. Scowling, Soldier reluctantly complied, turning only to have Demoman’s mouth press against his full on. Medic certainly got what he wanted-instead of pulling back immediately as he had planned, Soldier latched onto the kiss, pressing against Demoman’s mouth until their tongues were pressing and rubbing against one another. Demoman let out a little groan and pressed even further, until it seemed like they were eating each other’s faces. Whoever knew kissing your best mate felt so good? Demoman never even realized how much he’d wanted Soldier until now, although this realization did explain some of his dreams.

“Good,” Medic said, letting his hand slide down Demoman’s back and to the cleft of the Scotsman’s ass. “You are doing sehr gut. But vith zhose ropes, you won’t be getting too far. Shall vie help zhem, Heavy?”

“Da, doctor,” Heavy replied, reaching around Soldier and taking the American’s already hard member in his hands. Soldier guffawed and tried to pull away, only to bump into the Russian’s chest. Before him, Medic was doing the same to Demoman, who gasped and gave out a moan as the doctor began stroking him. Surely and steadily, Medic and Heavy jerked them off, Medic’s pumps swift and thrilling, Heavy’s slow and building. Soldier swore and bit his lip, refusing to let the commie know how much he was enjoying this, while Demoman gritted his teeth at the doctor’s touch.

“Did vie say you could stop kissing?” Medic asked, his head level with Demoman’s broad shoulder. Eager to have something to keep him from crying out in pleasure, Soldier pushed his lips and mouth against Demoman, taking the Scotsman by surprise. Soon, however, Demoman reciprocated with equal intensity, Soldier as much a pleasure to him as an escape from this molestation.

Their cocks were pressed together, and after a little bit, Heavy stretched his large hand and took them both, pumping them from the shaft to the heads in equal measure. Demoman started turning red with contained pleasure, and Soldier was giving out uncharacteristically wanton moans. They were both shaking, and the final tipping point was when, just as Heavy gave three last, hard strokes to their members, Medic ran his hands up their backs and gave their necks one last, sensual feel. Demoman cried out from Soldier’s lips as he came, short, glorious bursts of pleasure rising forth and semen flying upwards and onto Soldier’s stomach and Heavy’s hand. Soldier soon followed suit, letting out something like a battle cry as he ejaculated into the hand of his current enemy and onto the body of his now former enemy. When it was over, Heavy relinquished his grip and let their dicks fall down, going back to meet his doctor.

“Vell, zhat vas fun, don’t you zhink?” Medic asked the two quivering, bound men before him. Barely able to hold himself up, Demoman slumped onto Soldier’s shoulders, who struggled to hold him up before kneeling down, taking the Scot with him.

“Yeah, now untie, go, Goebbels,” Soldier growl, his antipathy for the German still very much present.

“Let you go? But you haff so much bonding to do!” And besides-” turning, Medic began walking out of the room, Heavy following behind, “Zhere is still so much fun to be had.” with a last laugh, he and Heavy left the room, locking it from the outside as they did.

“Well, great,” Soldier mumbled, looking down at Demoman, who was still attached to him and looking quite drowsy. “Let’s try to find some way to break out of this.”

“Ach, I’m tired, Soldier,” Demoman said, bringing his bare arm down and bringing Soldier’s with it. “Le’s get soom shut eye first.”

“Are you insane!?” Soldier asked as he tried pulling back up. “Doc and Heavy-”

“ ’ll be back soon enough,” Demoman said, closing his eye. “And when they’re back, we can give ‘em what fer.”

“Y’know…I like that idea,” shrugging his broad shoulders, Soldier leaned over and lied down, the ropes still holding him close to Demoman. He liked the man’s warmth. And his body. In fact, he liked everything about Demoman, and Demoman about him. Why had they even fought in the first place?

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