It is dark outside BLU Medic, and you are curled up on your bed. Do stormy days scare you that much? Interesting development, I must remember this. You are awake, so I must stay cloaked, though I doubt that you would notice me.

You haven’t stopped cutting yourself, it is most pleasing; but I wonder when your logical side will take over. Cutting always holds a chance of infection, or permanent damage. Gloves cover your arms, hiding those beautiful scars; I wonder if anyone on your team has seen them. I don’t think so; you are very meticulous in a way befitting a Medic.

Thunder peals and you flinch, curling up tighter. Are you crying? I cannot tell, the thick glass that separates us does not let sound through. Lightening flashes, have you noticed my flickering shadow on the floor? A shadow of a hidden man, when there should be no one watching you. Your back is to the window, so I assume that you have not noticed.

It is sweetly tempting to open your window and slink into your room; to get out of the wind and rain. I think you would welcome some company, even if from your enemy. Seeing your weak side is most satisfying; flawed souls are the most beautiful of all. You are broken, there is no doubt of that; seeing the way that you shiver in your lonely room.

I fancy taking you into my arms; comforting you as my drenched clothing saps your warmth away. Rocking you, listening to whatever worries you have, nodding and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Pulling out my knife and drawing it across your skin to help you relax (as I have seen you do before), marking proof of my visit. Then lulling you to sleep, perhaps placing a kiss on your forehead (simply to indulge myself), tucking you into your bed before leaving. Maybe staying in your room to watch you sleep; to admire the way that your soul is fractured.

I shake my head, a fantasy such as this will never happen. The risk of doing something like this is too high, and there is little to be gained (except some memories for my personal enjoyment). What little information I may get from learning your personal problems will not help much on the battle field. You are too disciplined to let your emotions get in the way during a fight.

My team doesn’t know that I visit you like this, they would not approve if they did know. Taking such un-necessary risks is unlike me; for some reason I cannot stop watching you. It is not love. I know it is not love. My wish to comfort you is pure fallacy; a momentary slip in sanity.

It is almost time for my team’s meeting, I must go. Till we meet again BLU Medic. Adieu.

Installment 3. i'm on a fucking roll.
Characters: RED Spy, BLU Medic same old. same old.
From the RED Spy's point of view.

as for doing an installment from the medic's point of view, i'm having a hard time when i try to write something that would fit in with this storyline. DO ME A FAVOR. GIVE ME IDEAS.

***

It is another night BLU Medic, only this time, things are a little different. You are asleep, like usual. The difference is that I /know/ that you will not wake up when I enter your room. It is most satisfying for me to see you drugged, and know that I am the cause of your unnatural sleep.

It wasn’t hard to slip some powder into your food, well actually your entire team’s food. Your Pyro is remarkably careless when he cooks, not paying any attention to the ingredients that he placed in tonight’s soup. I am disgusted that the man apparently has no taste buds, one table spoon of salt is enough for one pot of soup (no wonder your team drinks so much water). Of course, it wasn’t really “salt” that he added, unluckily for you.

The drug was meant to be used in small quantities, so the victim is half-awake when its effects are fully felt. Thankfully, there are no side effects for using too much, except for minor headaches the next day.

I carefully open the window, slowly sliding the frame along. It won’t do to have any sort of noise, though all of BLU wouldn’t notice if I fired a cannon next to their heads.

Next to my butterfly knife, sleep drugs are my love.

I am in your room, tonight’s moonlight giving off a weak glow. It makes your exposed skin look like ivory. It must be uncomfortable to sleep on the floor (it was amusing to see you stumble and fall to ground, the drugs taking effect before you could get into bed). Shall I be kind and make you more comfortable?

I will indulge myself just this once, there is little chance of being caught.

You are not as heavy as I thought doctor. It is easy to pick you up and lay you on your bed. My fingers ghost along your face, removing your glasses and placing them on your desk. Your boots provide a challenge, I am tempted to cut them open, but I doubt you will like that. Once your boots are off, I place them neatly at the base of your bed. Your pants, coat, and shirt are easy to remove, sliding off with a soft whisper, exposing pale flesh underneath. I leave your boxers and gloves on, for the…aesthetic value. Your body is more slender than my team’s medic, more beautiful. I reach out a hand and run it across your stomach, feeling hard muscles and your slow even breathing. I want to take off a glove and /really/ touch you; to /feel/ the texture of your skin on mine, instead of through my glove. But I won’t. I will not be leaving any evidence of my visit.

There is something so very sinful about cutting someone who is asleep. You can’t feel my blade, your face is peaceful (not twisted with pain like I want it to be). I keep my cuts light, just deep enough to draw blood. My breath is slightly harsh, it is strangely arousing to cut a person who does not respond. The cuts are elegant, long and smooth; looking like scarlet ribbons on your skin. When I am done, I take a step back and look at my work. Your body is laced with cuts, blood vivid against pale skin; I fix this image in my memory, it is a masterpiece.

I glance at my watch, time is growing short. I have to destroy what I have created for the sake of stealth (I regret this, but my job comes first). Picking up your medi-gun, I use it to heal the cuts on your chest, sighing regretfully. My handkerchief is sacrificed to clean the blood off your body, its pure white stained with red. Strangely enough, it is almost easier to get you back into your clothes than it was to remove them. When you are dressed, I lay you on the floor, just as you were before I entered your room.

Quietly, I leave. Sliding the window shut and locking it from the outside (you really should think about replacing these locks, but they make my job easier), I stall for a moment to take a last look at you. You will wake up in a couple of hours, with nothing more than slightly aching muscles from sleeping on the floor. There will be no trace of my…activities, besides a slight drain in your medi-gun’s power.

Good night doctor. I will be back tomorrow, for now adieu.

OMAKE TIME

Silly Installment Alert. just a side story i thought of.
Characters: RED Spy and RED Scout
Told from RED Spy's POV

wtf, i don't even like spyxscout

***

“Hey Spy!” I turn round, my team’s Scout bouncing (literally) over to my spot on the roof. Annoying child, I don’t understand the logic of having a hyped up high school jock on a battle tried unit.

I came up here to get away from the rest of RED and have some time to enjoy a cigarette. Then this annoying little /flea/ comes by.

Said annoying flea sits down next to me with an ungraceful thump. Dear God, has this child never learned about stealth? I suppose not, it isn’t a part of his job after all.

“Spy?”
“Hm?” Giving a full response is a waste of energy; energy I am saving for tonight’s visit to the BLU Medic.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”

What brought this insanity on? I am rendered speechless by the sheer randomness of the question. We are in a war you annoying boy, not some romance novel. A girlfriend? What goes on in this boy’s min-…Oh. Oh right. (How could I forget?)

“...Spy? Spyyyyyy? Earth to Spy.” I start violently, scrabbling away from Scout’s hand (which he was waving in front of my face).
“Merde! Stupid brat, do that again and I will stab you.” I curse at myself, I have gotten careless lately; that won’t do.
“Geeze dude, I was just asking a question.” Scout looks hurt, his eyes reminiscent of a kicked puppy. I hate dogs (never had any good memories of them).
“Don’t bother me Scout.”
“Come on! I’m just asking a question.” Annoying brat, go away.
“…that is one question too many.”
“Answer it and I’ll leave I promise!” Fine, you better do that Scout, or my butterfly knife will be introducing itself to your spine.
I sigh, “I do not have a girlfriend Scout.”
“Oh, so no girlfriend right now? Sucks man.”
“Correction, I have never had a girlfriend Scout.” The look on the boy’s face is priceless.
“What!?” Scout’s shocked voice makes my ears hurt. I am tempted to cloak and go someplace quieter. “Fuck man, why not!?”
I resist the temptation to roll my eyes. Isn’t sexual education a requirement in schools now these days?

Then I get an idea, I grind my cigarette out on the tin shingles that cover the roof. Oh…this will be fun (dicking around with an innocent brain is always amusing).

I snake an arm over Scout’s shoulder, pulling him over. “Scout.” I purr. “Not every man likes women.” The boy gapes at me, his mind not processing my words.

“H-hey man. What are you talking about?” Oblivious to the last, I’ll just have show him then.

I slide a hand over his knee and up to his stomach, pressing extra hard when I pass over his groin. Scout looks like he is about to have a heart attack; body frozen like that of a rabbit about to eaten by a wolf. My tongue flicks over his ear, eliciting a gasp of surprise.

“Scout…” My voice is low and breathy as I push him down and straddle his waist. My left hand drawing circles on his stomach, the other pushing up his shirt to expose his chest. I move my left hand down to his crotch and rub, smiling as I feel him harden.

“S-spy” He gasps, more in pleasure than in shock. I smirk at him, then stand up. He is obviously aroused, but I’m not interested in boys. He looks so flustered, a nice change compared to his usual look. I straighten my clothing and walk away, lighting another cigarette.

“Scout.” I look over my shoulder at him and smirk in a way that would make the devil proud. “Don’t bother me when I’m smoking.”

As I walk away to find another spot to smoke, I hear him yelling.

“Mutherfucking asshole!”

4th installment
Characters: RED Spy, BLU Medic. same drill
POV: RED Spy

fyi, i am a sp- i mean I CAN'T WRITE PORN. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH. THIS MAKES ME RIP MY HAIR OUT IN RAAAAAAAGE. FUCKITY FUCK FUCK. WHY DOES IT SEEM SO IMPLAUSIBLE TO ME.

ahem. anyway.

some hints of stuff from the previous installments. congrats if you find them.

***

It is dark outside BLU Medic, but I’m not watching you. Your BLU Sniper had made sure that I can’t go outside tonight. I have to admit, his intuition is very good; especially since he managed to stab me before I stabbed him. The wound hurts, I must make sure to pay him back later; though I won’t be stabbing him in the lungs, I’ll be stabbing him in the back of his neck.

Urgh…this really does hurt (not so badly that I will complain though). At least I am not coughing up blood anymore; that is an experience that I rather not repeat (how can Sniper /like/ the flavor of blood? It is disgusting). The ceiling of the medic bay is imperfect, whitewash flaking away in spots, hair thin cracks snaking along. How boring.

What are you doing right now BLU Medic? Sleeping? Crying? Or maybe…cutting? I have only managed to watch you cut yourself twice, though the multiple scars on your arms indicate you cut yourself far more often than that. Where do you cut yourself? In the shower were the water will wash away the blood? I must find out. I should find out about your routines, that way I can watch you more closely, perhaps even drug you again (those memories are my favorite).

I close my eyes, a slight growl of frustration slipping from my lips. I do not appreciate this change in my routine, my visits to you are important to me. My mind drifts, there is nothing to do.

What would it be like to really touch you BLU Medic?

It is easy to imagine your smooth skin quivering under my touch; your breath hitching as my fingers gently pinch your nipple. Perhaps your skin will taste like sweat and fear, as my tongue glides over it. I will leave some bites on your shoulder, to remind you that I was there, to mark you as mine. I’ll touch you, grasping your cock and stroking in just the right way to make you gasp. As you moan, I’ll kiss you, to see that sound tastes like anything.

Your hips buck against my hand, seeking relief from the wonderful pressure you feel. I’ll squeeze and rub, doing everything I can to bring you to an orgasm. What noise will you make when you cum? A soft gasp or a cry of pleasure? I look forward to finding out. (however, I’m stuck in my team’s medic bay with nothing but my mind and my hand to keep me company)

Suddenly, your moans of pleasure will turn to moans of a different sort of release. I’ll carve lines into your flesh (these will be deeper than last time), pull off a glove and dip my fingers in the blood. My bloody fingers will slip into your mouth and let you taste the flavor of your own blood. I visualize you, sprawled on your bed, the sheets starting to be stained a lovely red (a color that never, never lasts). The cuts will make a pattern; a pattern that is beautiful and special, made just for you.

The medic bay is definitely not a place to think such…thoughts. My cock is fully aroused, aching for release. I glance at the door of Medic’s room, there is a high probability that he is asleep. Unfortunately, the man has the ears of a fox and tends to wake up to any sound louder than a pin dropping. I’ll just have to be quiet then.

I slip a hand under the sheets of the bed (these beds are terrible, I think Medic does this on purpose to keep us out of here), and grasp my cock, sliding my fingers over it. Ah…it feels good. My fingers wrap around it and begin to stroke, gently first then harder. It has been a while since I last did anything like this. Soft noises are leaking from my mouth as my hand pumps up and down with increasing speed. I mentally flip through all my memories of you, my BLU Medic. It isn’t hard to find the one I’m looking for, I focus on it, trying to immerse myself in the fantasy.

I gasp, arching upward and cumming hard into my hand. I collapse onto the (crappy) bed, sweating slightly. Ouch, hopefully I did not pull out the stitches, Medic will kill me if I did (I am not joking, Medic is more homicidal than Soldier, and that is saying something). I relax slightly, it seems that Medic has not noticed my…activities.

I’ll be out of the medic bay in a week BLU Medic. Then our little meetings will continue as they have before.

I blow a kiss toward the BLU base (I must be getting sentimental). Till I am out of this wretched excuse of a medic bay BLU Medic. Adieu.

I know its been awhile, but this needs to continue.

I agree.

YES

for the love of god, let there be MOAR !

i'd give ma middlefinger for more of this !!
plz continue

if there is no more of this or something, someone should continue this.

agreed

Ach.

I disappear for 6 months and this happens? Ah well. I'll write moar. later. yes. New comp is evil.

Installment...idk.

[Been out of it for a while, so....I'm not sure it sounds quite right.]

Characters: RED Spy, BLU Medic. same old same old.

POV: RED Spy.

Note: i wrote this........in...about 45 min. yes. beta was not existant. .....i is back. yah. ....

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Hello Blue Medic, it has been a while hasn't it? Have you missed me?

Ah, silly question, since we have never met in the light of day.

I am well, if you are interested, if a bit battered from the foolish task that my team sent me on. The mission was most....successful. No doubt you already noticed; not recieving any supplies for the last few months is quite the eye opener.

You've gotten so skinny, have you been sharing your food with that whiny American brat? Now, now, now, we can't have that can we? If you get sick there will be no one to keep your team healthy.

...then again, if they all die I may be able to keep you. Hm....the possibilities are most...interesting.

I must say, I rather dislike how you look now. Fragile but strong, that is what drew me to you, now you look....starved. Men should not look like dolls, dolls are just mockery of the human form. Part of this is my fault, I did not forsee the possible effects of cutting off your food supply. No matter, it will be remedied soon enough.

Despite the gauntness of your face, you still look beautiful. In a perverse way. The way that concentration camp victims have that look of sadness. I cannot quite describe it, perhaps the words will come to me later. Ironic isn't it, especially given your country's history.

Are you cold? The weather is very nice right now, perfect for star gazing. Star gazing...how would you like to do that? [and get your head blown off by that psuedo-british moron.] For all these fanciful thoughts, I highly doubt you would stay awake long enough to stare at the sky. Those dark circles under your eyes tell me you haven't had much sleep. Poor Medic, you suffer so.

I lick my lips, how I long to taste your skin. The beautiful picture you made, all those nights ago, flashes in my mind. I will have you Blue Medic. Perhaps very soon.

Adieu, till we meet again.

Updates made to a favorite fic I thought had been long dead? Fabulous! Now you've gone and gotten my hopes up...

Hope to see more. Maybe, in a future update, you can have one installment be from BLU Medic's point of view? Just to mix things up a bit...

...
*waits for more of this beautiful dream-like fic*

What a nice surprise to see this on the front page...and a new installment too!
I agree with #15...a part with Medic sounds wonderful.
Keep up the good work!

Proceeeeeeed

This is great! Why do you say your porn sounds implausible? It sounds fine to me. I'm willing to beta-read, though, if you need reassurance.

Oh god yes.

I really enjoy this-- I'd love to see more! Nothing sounds implausible to me, either. Bring it ON

I'm so happy now <3

And I also agree with #15

I was most interested by the suggestion of using another Class's point of view. Sadly, you all must wait for BLU Medic's POV. I did have fun with BLU Scout though...yes...

POV: first part: BLU Scout second part: RED Spy

Hurr hurr.

+++

I don't give a fuck, I need ta know what the HELL is going on with Medic. I mean, shit man, the guy keeps jumping at shadows. He nearly jump out of his skin this morning when I came to wake him up.

I mean yah, none of us has gotten enough to eat, and almost no sleep cause of those RED shitheads. Solly says keeping us awake by hacking the intercom system and setting fire to our base and lobbing grenades and other shit are all a tactic to keep us weak. For once the dude makes sense.

But, seriously, Doc is a zombie most of the time. He does have earplugs, but he doesn't wear them, I know, cause he keeps leaving the unopened package on his desk. Snips asked him why, and all Doc said was that he needed to hear if the boogeyman came to get him.

Boogeyman? Man, even the schizo-rubber man doesn't think the boogeyman exists. This shit is just plain weird, don't ya think so Engie?

I mean man, I think the Doc's cracked, sprouting all that shit.

Ya think so right? Hey man...what the Hell are yo-

_+_+_+_

Ah...foolish brat, thank you so much for information. I am glad that my plan is working so...smoothly.

Oh BLU Medic...I'll comfort you, keep you safe when the Boogeyman comes. Don't worry, I'll make him go away, or...maybe not. What would your team think when you start to claim that the Boogeyman is touching you? Touching you, caressing that pale, scarred skin of yours. Maybe running his tongue along your neck, ending at your lips with a kiss. You would like that, wouldn't you.

Maybe...after a while, the Boogeyman will start exploring places that no one has touched since the BLU Heavy died? Teasing you...bringing you to the edge then leaving like smoke, with nothing but a long bloody scratch on your thigh to say that he was ever there. Yet...you won't be able to convince even yourself that I-he was there, seeing was when you snap out of your daze your hand is clenched around a blood smeared scapel.

I shiver with delight, just the thought of implementing this plan makes my blood run hot.

Ah...I must get rid of this little pest's body.

Adieu, till tonight dear BLU Medic.

Is there any more of this?

MOAR

Awesome, amazing, some other third thing. I await the next update with batted breath.

YES

This is an awesome fic. I really enjoy how it is written. I agree with Saberie that I too am anxiously awaiting the next installment!

wow this is awesome i hope it will continue ^.^

This is so suspenseful. I love itttt-

Installment idk

POV: RED SPY

Omake style. Yes. kekekekekekkekekekeke

actual story will continue. dun worry.

+++++

Ah...Medic this is such a tragic turn of events, for you at least....what are you going to do now? The little Boston rat betrayed you. If I wasn't so distracted by the way that those handcuffs chafe your skin, I might spend some time gloating.

Well...I might as well gloat, you aren't going anywhere any time soon.

The boy was almost too easy to manipulate.

Especially after I let Sniper tame the little terrier.

It was delicious. Simply delicious. The boy /worships/ everything about the Brit-bastard. Especially his cock, which is somewhat annoying when trying to sleep.

I've been sleeping on the couch for the last few days, since I share a room with Sniper. What was that word...hm...ah! Right, for the last few weeks I've been 'sexiled' from /my/ room. Now that you are here...it is time for some creative...revenge.

What? You really thought that the supply trucks where delayed due to technical difficulties? Well...it isn't completely untrue...you can't drive it you have no hands.

Don't worry about your precious team, I am not going to do anything like last time. Can't promise that the rest of my team will do the same.

I suppose you want to say something, but sadly the gag will stay in till I can trust you. After all, you are mine now.

Sniper will be down to question you soon, I have to wait for my fun.

...

Just a taste of your skin. It won't hurt. He won't know.

Just a taste.

Your face is crinkled with disgust as I like your bloodied cheek.

It's....divine. The salt of your sweat mixed with the heady scent of fear and rage..and..and that delicious tang of blood. It tastes /so/ good. I can't imagine what the rest of your body tastes like....I will find out...yes...

This feels so good....

+++

"Fucking HELL."

"Hm....if yah say so mate...hm...."

Stupid British dingo, I would murder you now in your sleep, but I have to clean my suit.

Pryo better not have used up all the laundry detergent.

Fucking wet dreams.

Fucking wet dreams.
I'm rather enjoying this. Please continue.

sweet!

OK dude, I love this. Not only is it classy, but the build up is great. It doesn't go straight into the main deal nor does it drag on. You write very beautifully and Spy is spectacularly creepy in this.

Btw, spy's wet dream got me wet. Please more like that, the handcuffs and gag are hot. Spy's weird possessive nature is really awesome. I'm looking forward to rape. Drama always makes it better. I hope to see more soon!

ASDF WRONG FIELD sorry, can't seem to delete it for some reason.

Anyway, keep on truckin'.

oh please moar!!