1 . Name: Tikara @ 2009-06-01 05:20

Reposting this sexy Tentaspy fic written by a wonderful Anon. I take no credit in making this.
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There were rumors that something was lurking in the sewers beneath 2Fort – something sinister – but Medic never imagined that they would actually be true. So true, in fact, that every single member of the team refused to set foot down there. They had barricaded the entrance and set sticky bombs all around the perimeter, and thought it perfectly fine to stay in the intelligence room all day. After all, it was a place of impenetrable solitude (most of the time).

Even with the necessary precautions taken, every so often Scout would say that he saw something swimming just below the bridge, from one sewer system to the next. And, each time, he would describe it in a more specific way than before. Eventually it didn’t matter whether or not he had actually seen it. He’d just make things up.
“Yeah, it had like a hundred freakin’ legs.”
“No, seriously guys, it was like ten feet long!”
“It had a damn gun with it, okay?! I know what I saw! Damn!”

So Medic, who considered himself the only rational person on the team besides Engineer, took it upon himself to check it out. To survey the situation. Or, in Scout’s words, “to get fuckin’ raped.”

It was a lot scummier in the sewers than Medic imagined it would be, and he found himself having more problems with the constant sloshing of shit water under him than any sort of monster. Medic decided it would be best if he carried the tail of his coat. Getting anything in that water would be a national disaster. He walked to the end of the pipeline, huffing and making various other sounds of disgust while looking out for anything that could be considered suspicious. Or tentacled.

Nothing. Medic stuck his head out of the pipe and looked up towards the bridge.
“Nozing is here, comrades,” he called, noting that the BLU team had their pipe totally closed off. He decided that they were bigger pussies than he originally surmised. Scout stuck his head out over the bridge, holding onto his hat and glaring at Medic.
“Liar! Liar, goddamn! Go look again! I ain’t restin’ til I know this shit is over with!” he disappeared from Medic’s view and sighed, telling someone that he hadn’t been able to sleep for the last week or so. Rumors got to him pretty easily. Medic decided that his team was a bunch of pussies, too.

Medic adjusted his gloves with a loud snap, turning his nose up at Scout, and took the opportunity to scold him loudly.
“You run through here almost every day to get ze intelligence, and now you vhine because of vhat?! Somezing fictional?!”
Medic thought he heard Scout sniff lightly on the bridge. What a baby.

Medic turned around, and despite his disbelief he decided to take another round through the RED team sewers. Hell, he was already there, and if it helped to shut up Scout then it wasn’t that big of a deal. He began sloshing back through the RED sewer system, angry at the amount of polishing he’d have to do to get his boots back to their usual pristine condition.

He looked around the bend. Nothing. He looked around the next bend. Nothing. He stepped onto the platform that marked the halfway point between the sewers and dry land, and inspected the blipping lights and tight corners. Still nothing.
“See, Scout?” Medic called loudly, in an almost vindictive way. “Zhere is nozink here!”
His voice echoed throughout the tunnels for quite some time.

He adjusted his glasses and leaned over a bit to inspect the strange pieces of machinery, the likes of which could also be found in the intelligence room, and flicked a few switches. None of them deployed a secret monster from the ceiling or some such place, so he felt his obligation was over and he could return, gloating, to the base. Scout was in for a hell of a surprise when he figured out that he suddenly needed about ten more vaccine shots. (For precaution, of course.)

Medic chuckled to himself. “I am almost too mean.”

There was a soft, gushing sound ahead of him, around one of the bends leading towards BLU’s sewers. Medic paused and leaned toward this new sound, quirking his mouth slightly and listening.
“Hallo?” He called softly. There was no response, save for the splashing of the water against the sides of the pipes. Medic shrugged and returned to examining the switchboard, believing that the person who built this fort had no idea what they were doing.

“What are you doing here?” It was no longer the lapping of water against the pipes but the voice of Spy, who had no doubt been slogging through the sewers as he tended to do.
“Spy, you know exactly vhy I am here-“ Medic said, turning, frowning, disapproving of stupid questions all at once before stopping dead.

It was Spy, though not the Spy Medic was used to. This one had tentacles.

The Tentaspy climbed out of the water and onto the platform, laying on his stomach and resting his chin in the palm of his hand. Despite the watery surroundings he was smoking, and Medic suddenly remembered how Spy had been complaining about someone stealing his lighter and cigarettes. His five, eight, no, ten – it was difficult to count – tentacles swirled around themselves, some in the air and some in the water, the small suckers on the bottoms contracting and expanding every so often, as though looking for some surface, any surface, to hold on to.

Medic gulped.

“Spy?” Tentaspy asked, running his fingers over the tie he had undoubtedly stolen as well. “Sorry. Just me.”

Medic ran a hand through his hair nervously and chuckled, trying to buy himself some time. He hadn’t a clue what to say to Spy in any given situation; it was no less difficult to speak with what amounted to Spy bred with an octopus.

Although, that most definitely wasn’t a good topic of conversation.

“Of course it is you!” Medic said, shrugging and waving his hand, as though to suggest he knew all along. “You, uh, ja…”

Tentaspy chuckled and moved the cigarette to the other side of his mouth, blowing smoke through his nostrils. He tapped his wet leather gloves against the concrete, looking up at Medic and slowly beginning to rise. Two of his tentacles pushed against the ground, acting as an extra pair of arms as he righted himself into a sitting position. Medic thought he was going to hurl.

“I hear your teammates calling for you down here…” Tentaspy said, putting his hands on the ground and pulling himself toward Medic. He was leaving a sticky, wet trail on the floor as his tentacles writhed and slapped against it, trying their hardest to provide the almost-spy with some sort of mobility. It was obvious he didn’t often venture onto land.

Though it was slow-going, the sight of Tentaspy trying to move in such a way was enough to make Medic blurt a few choice phrases in German (none of which were positive), and back himself against the wall, groping around for something, be it a door knob or a handle that would suddenly get him out of there.

“You can fix people, right? Heal them?” Tentaspy was pulling himself ever closer.

Medic nodded slowly, hands and back pressed firmly against the wall.

“Then you can fix me, can’t you?” Tentaspy was at Medic’s feet, running his damp fingers over his boots and up his leg. He grabbed the fabric of Medic’s pants and pulled himself up sharply, eliciting a surprised cry from the doctor, who immediately grabbed onto his belt, and a pleased laugh from Tentaspy. He reached higher this time and caught Medic’s shoulders, pulling himself up with a bit of difficulty. A few of his tentacles wrapped themselves around Medic’s legs so as to provide more support. The others braced themselves against the floors and walls. Medic felt some of the slime leak through his pants and onto his legs. Tentaspy continued, but not before blowing smoke into the doctor’s face.

“I’m a bit messed up, as you can see,” he said.

“You’re a, um…” Medic alternated between chuckling and coughing through the smoke. He glanced to the tentacles and to Tentaspy himself, who was pursing his lips. He didn’t seem to like that response.

“Hm?” Tentaspy said, removing a hand from Medic’s shoulder a bit shakily and taking the cigarette from his mouth. “A what?”

Medic shrugged a little and shook his head, trying to appear friendly. Tentaspy tightened his grip on Medic’s shoulder, hints of his claws poking through both the leather gloves and the lab coat.

“A, how do I put zis… a monster,” Medic finally said. He gulped loudly again, beads of sweat forming on his brow. The smell of seafood was overwhelming.

“A monster,” Tentaspy repeated, a bit pensively. He closed his eyes and nodded, as though thinking deeply on the matter, tapping some of the cigarette’s ashes onto the floor. After a moment of silence he drove his cigarette onto the Medic’s right cheek, putting it out immediately.

Medic let out another loud cry, pulling away from the creature and finding there was nowhere to pull away to – there were walls behind him and tentacles all around him. Those same tentacles tightened their grip on his legs and a couple new ones found their way to his arms, pinning them against the wall. Tentaspy continued to press the cigarette into the man’s cheek long after it had been put out, gritting his teeth and murmuring angrily, finally letting it fall onto the ground along with a small pile of ashes.

“I would make you lick that if I didn’t already have you where I wanted you,” Tentaspy said, his calmer demeanor nowhere to be found.

Medic could only open and close his mouth a few times in horror.

Tentaspy closed his eyes again and rubbed his temples through his balaclava, one of his tentacles rising up to brush some of Medic’s hair from his eyes and adjust his glasses. It, of course, left a trail of goo behind, and in spite of it all Medic felt himself lament the ruination of a good pair of glasses.

“Oh, Medic, it gets so lonely down here,” He whispered, leaning himself up against the doctor and beginning to unbutton his lab coat, the few free tentacles tugging on the tails of it. Medic began to struggle again, but was firmly held down by the writhing appendages. He rested his head against the wall and looked up at the ceiling, knowing his teammates were all up there, safe and warm inside the base, drinking and telling jokes and what-have-you.

Meanwhile, Medic was down in the sewers, about to be raped by a freak of nature. Somehow, it didn’t seem fair.

The spy took his gloves off and threw them to the side, running one of his fingers down the side of Medic’s face, the tip of his abnormally sharp nails barely touching his skin. Medic shuddered and cried out again when he realized that those claws could do a lot of harm later, if perhaps the creature decided to have a different sort of “fun”.

“Halp! Mein Gott, Halp!” Medic yelled, thrashing against Tentaspy and kicking his legs, his arms, anything.

Tentaspy held fast and laughed, putting one of his hands against Medic’s mouth. With his other hand he gently ran the back of his hand against the German’s face, shushing him softly.
“Quiet, Medic, we don’t want them to disturb us,” he said, smiling wickedly and kissing him on the tip of the nose. A strange gesture, all things considered. Medic tried to speak through the spy’s hand, cursing him and his family and all of the fish friends he was likely to have.

Tentaspy, of course, didn’t hear a word of it.

He was busy removing Medic’s gloves, the things he could never go without – they landed with an anti-climatic thump in the corner of the room, and his lab coat soon followed. Tentaspy ran his fingers along Medic’s tie, tugging on it slightly, smiling when Medic coughed and gasped slightly for breath, clamping his eyes shut and biting his lower lip. The creature then loosened the tie and tossed that away, as well, and started unbuttoning the last article of clothing that remained in the way of bare skin, Medic’s shirt.

The pants, of course, could come off later.

Tentacles ran up and down Medic’s body, pinching and squeezing, tugging at his pants and trying to find their way into the tops of his boots, some snaking around the back and groping his ass for a moment or two; it was as though Tentaspy had no control over them himself, and they were doing as they pleased. Medic felt sicker than he had in ages, between the coating of slime that was covering him and the soft, continuous feeling of small suckers against his body.

And soon, before he knew it, his shirt was off and he felt the small, soft kisses of Tentaspy against his skin, sometimes going up towards his collarbone and sometimes towards his navel, but always soft, more gentle than he expected, and he almost couldn’t believe that he wasn’t being mutilated. He tensed his body anyway, the surprisingly tender affections doing nothing for him, and as he tried to think of other things, he found himself feeling strange. Tired was the word, maybe, or lethargic; perhaps loving. He felt his eyes slowly slipping shut before opening again, things around him blurring and warping before his eyes. He didn’t want this.

Tentaspy, of course, was prepared for this. He had a tendency to lull people to a trance, though why he could never explain; it wasn’t often he got the chance to use that particular skill, as most of the people who ventured into the sewers long enough for him to find them were already dead. Live entertainment was welcome.

He ceased his kissing and unbuttoned and unzipped Medic’s pants, biting his neck sharply with his shark-like teeth. Medic groaned and struggled again, though more weakly. His voice was fading.

A tentacle found its way into the doctor’s pants, followed by another, and as one found its way towards Medic’s ass, the other found itself wrapped around the doctor’s dick, squeezing and rubbing it until Tentaspy began to hear pleased moans from Medic. Tentaspy smiled and continued, his hands holding the doctor’s cheeks as he kissed his lips and neck and face in general, sometimes softly but always firmly, as though asserting that yes, he was in control and yes, he could do anything he wanted. Nothing was out of the realm of possibility when you had a hoard of tentacles attached to your abdomen, and Tentaspy had no intention of letting Medic forget.

“Nein…” Medic groaned weakly as he flushed, his actions contradicting his words as the spy continued his molestation, unsure of what he really wanted out of this man, but willing to try and figure it out all the same.

The tentacle in the back had run its course around Medic’s firm ass, leaving its trail of slime and small, hickey-like marks, before plunging in completely, quickly and without mercy, eliciting a cry from the older man, one that echoed throughout the sewers and came back to them more than once, a chorus of ah’s and other intelligible sounds, all pleasured but not pleased. It squirmed around inside of him, probing and re-probing, massaging and hurting all at once, the suckers pinching and pulling the skin inside, a strange sensation that Medic wasn’t quite sure if he enjoyed or not, but he didn’t have time to decide as he flushed again, groaning and leaning his head against the wall, all of his pride exposed and quickly leaving him.

And as the tentacle on his dick continued to stroke and to rub, bringing Medic into an aroused state that he never thought he’d be in, Tentaspy couldn’t help but think how enjoyable it was to do this with a human. He was enjoying the man’s silence, as he found his voice incredibly grating, and ran his hands up and down his chest slowly, scratching one of his nipples with a nail hard enough to just draw a bit of blood. He quickly looked up to assess the man’s reaction, and grinned as he saw Medic tense and try to pull away again, tears forming around his eyes – of course, that may have been the effects of the tentacle sodomy by itself. Tentaspy couldn’t tell.

He didn’t care much, either, because as the man began to try to put his pleasure and distaste into sound all at once – something like “ahh, nein, ohh…”, a guttural and angry reply to Tentaspy’s actions – the creature knew immediately that it was almost time.

His tentacles probed and stroked faster, with more intensity, sweat mixing with the strange, viscous slime that was permanently part of Tentaspy’s limbs, but both of the men were sweating now, and though Medic was doing nothing for Tentaspy he was still pleased, still aroused, and perfectly okay with the course of events taking place.

Medic let out one last cry, loud and forceful, but melodious all the same, as he came onto the tentacle, the tears following soon after.

Tentaspy stopped, withdrawing all of his appendages from where ever they found themselves, and let out a satisfied sigh.

“I feel much better, doctor,” he said, grinning that nasty grin again, wiping the semen onto Medic’s bare chest. “Thank you.”

“You… you…” Medic murmured, as though he were still unaware of what had just happened.

“Yes, I know,” Tentaspy said, taking a damp cigarette from his front pocket and putting it between his lips, not bothering to light it. “You enjoyed it, yes?”

Before Medic had a chance to answer, both of them heard the pattering of feet above them, someone quick. Scout, undoubtedly. Tentaspy frowned and released Medic, letting him drop to the ground, slumped against the concrete wall. He leaned on his stomach on the floor again, as well, his tentacles still running themselves over Medic’s tired body.

“Merde,” said Tentaspy, grabbing his gloves from the floor and putting them back on quickly. “We can’t let him see what happened to you.”

Medic looked up and towards the entrance to their base, smiling slightly, truly believing that Scout was on the way, that perhaps there really was hope, so what if this had happened, it was going to be alright-

Tentaspy wrapped a tentacle around the German’s neck and looked at him for a moment, covered in semen and slime, and sighed.

“I do feel a bit bad,” He said, before quickly snapping Medic’s neck. He simply fell, eyes rolled back into his head.

Scout was at the top of the stairway know, no doubt looking into the tunnel that lead to them.

“Doc, ya okay? You’ve been gone for a fuckin’ long time!” Scout called.

Tentaspy smiled, and waited a moment, glancing at Medic’s body.

“Ja,” he said, imitating the man perfectly. “Zhere is nozink here, as I said. You can come see for yourself!”

There was a pause, as Scout considered.

And then, the sound of footsteps in water.

Tentaspy smiled, and really wished he hadn’t gotten his lighter wet.