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***WARNING: contains major scout sex, guy/guy con and noncon, bondage, breathplay, some humil, torture, threesomes, implied more-somes, and violence. don't like don't read***
CHAPTER 7
Stupid scouts. BLU Scout clutched his nose, pouting. He was in BLU Fort trying to make his way to his room without any of the others seeing him. Embarrassing was what it was. Down right embarrassing. How could he have let himself be caught off guard like that? Disgraceful. He had just been innocently playing with his Sandman in the yard when he’d been hit in the nose with a RED baseball. Because REDs were assholes. He’d fallen on impact and a rock sliced his cheek. The warmth trickling down his face was irritating. The twin REDs laughed their asses off and fired a couple more in his direction. Scout barely had enough time to scramble up and run back into the safety of his Fort. The hallway echoed with someone’s footsteps. Scout dodged into a side hall and waited. Soldier passed without seeing him. Silently, Scout whizzed down the hall and turned right. He could see his room. The door was right there! And there was Medic. Walking around the goddamned corner. shit. They locked eyes and scout knew he was caught. He made to turn around when- “Heir Scout? Vat is on your face?” Scout slowly turned back around and waited patiently for Medic to walk up to him. “Ibt’s nothin’ doc, I jus, you know, hit a tree while running.” A weak lie but it would do. Something in Medic’s eyes flickered. For a second Scout actually thought he’d push the point but Medic was good for knowing when to drop topics. “You’d best come get it fixed” Medic said. “nah, nah, I’ll just-” Scout made to go for his room and Medic side stepped, blocking him. Scout narrowed his eyes. “Only a minute I assure you.” Medic smiled that creepy ass grin that means well but really says ‘I’m a maniac’. What the hell. Scout gestured for Medic to lead the way and, still holding his nose, he followed the man to the infirmary. The metal table was fucking cold and it felt like being a specimen in a lab experiment. He hopped up anyways while Medic went to get his medigun. Medic’s lab was the most uninviting room Scout ever had to be in regularly. It was full of metal things hanging on the walls glinting angrily and cold fake plants located variously around to give the place a less dead look. Medic came back with a syringe. “Oh hell naw.” Scout made to clear out. No fucking way are needles going to be happening. No fucking way. “Scout, Heir engineer is updating my medigun so ve’ll have to do zis ze old fashion way.” Scout leaned away as far as he could from Medic. “Zis means giving you a pain killer and moving ze cartilage back in place.” said Medic. “yeah, no, you know I’m good, so-” Medic grabbed his arm, twisted and sank the needle into it. “OW OW OW, MOTHER FUCKER! MEDIC! Jesus I said NO!” “You are delusional if you zink I’d just let my patients valk around viz broken nozes.” “yeah sure but DAMN, can’t a brother get a warning first?” Medic ignored him. “Now, zis particular drug is very experimental, so if you start feeling like your skin is melting off or your tongue is growing fur, stop use immediately.” “what? but you just injected it in my arm!” “Zat’s just a disclaimer, don’t vorry. Now, let me see zis nose.” He brushed Scout’s hand out of the way. “Just a quick pop and...” Medic swiftly grabbed Scout by the back of the head and yanked his nose out and to the side. “AAOOW, sonuvabitch in a fucking jesus cunt, what the fuck!” Medic let go of him and scout pushed him away with his foot. He lightly patted his nose, wincing at the pain. “Shouldn’t you have waited till the pain meds set in?” Medic stared at him confused. “Zey hadn’t already?” Scout shook his head at him. “you’re a real piece of work, you know that?” “Vhy do you say zat?” “Whatever. Am I good to go, Doc?” “Yes, Zankyou for indulging me, you are free.” He smiled that ‘I’ll kill you in your sleep one day’ smile again and Scout slid off the table to leave. Then it hit him. It felt like a ball dropping from his head to the floor and past it. Like someone slammed a sledgehammer into the base of his skull. He hit the floor like a ton of bricks. “Scout!” A rushing sound, like the ocean coming for him. He was turned over and he could see the Medic there, but the colors all started to bleed into each other. Medic was holding him by the arms and where he was touching started to tingle, rapidly turning into more than a tingle. “Scout! tell me vhat’s vrong!” “Burning!” He managed. He’d been high before, but this was way more than he’d ever gotten. He could see time starting and stopping as the medic ran away and came back. He said something but it was lost in bubbles and damn those colors were suddenly way too crazy. The world started swirling and then he was THERE. He could feel it now. He’d arrived at the destination. It was an itching. a burning tingling itch and it crawled over him in waves. He concentrated on a speck of white that must have been the wall but it was so far away and so small. “Medic, this is bad.” He moaned. He knew he was supposed to be helping the Medic here. “This is bad. It’s good but it’s bad. There’s a fire, dude.” He was sweating, panting and shaking now. The burning started up on his arms again and he realized Medic was trying to lift him. no no no no no no no no There was a shift in time and space and he was on the table again, laying down. He didn’t want to be on the table, he wanted to be on the floor again. Scout tried to move off the table and almost succeeded when Medic caught him, murmuring something about injuring himself, and looping his wrists in restraints. A strap went around his chest too. “No, Doc, no...” “Scout I need you to tell me exactly what hurts and where.” “I can’t feel anything, it’s all feeling too much...” Medic tried poking him gently in a few places, the arm, the chest, stomach. Scout’s eyes were dilated to the extreme (yes, medical terminology here.) He was shaking and damn if Medic wasn’t going to get fucking fired now. The poking barely got a reaction so Medic went to grab his stethoscope off a side wall and raised Scout’s shirt up as best he could to hear his heart pace. As soon as the metal touched his skin Scout started to thrash. He cried out and writhed. Medic put his hand on Scout’s stomach to try to keep him there. That earned him a moan. Medic stopped. That didn’t sound like a pained moan. In fact, that sounded like... He rubbed Scout’s side slowly and stared in wonderment at Scout’s face as the young man threw his head back and practically wined. Cautiously, Medic placed a hand on Scout’s chest and brushed over a nipple. Damned if Scout didn’t react to that! Scout’s blown eyes blazed and his hands clenched and unclenched. He moaned again and slightly bucked his hips. Shit, thought medic. just shit. this was exactly what he needed was a horny drugged adolescent bound to his surgical table begging for attention. “Medic!” Scout cried out for him. He was too far gone to see him but he knew he was there. “Doc, please help me!” And that’s when Heavy walked in. “It’s not how it looks!” He yelped in German. Heavy raised an eyebrow and quickly assessed the situation. “What the fuck did you do to him?” Heavy asked in German. “Nothing, I just gave him a drug and it ah-” “Didn’t go so well?” “Well you see it turned into a sort of-” “Poison?” “Aphrodisiac.” Heavy looked from Medic to the mind-blown shaking and sweaty Scout then back again. Medic’s face grew angry. “It’s not funny.” Medic snapped. Heavy started to snicker. “It’s not funny!” “Vat vill do?” Heavy asked in English. Medic just stared at him, at a loss for an answer. Deliberately, Heavy grabbed a chair from the corner and pulled it up to watch the other two. He gestured at Medic. “Fix.” He grinned at Medic, leaning back and crossing his arms. A whimper sounded from Scout. Medic glanced at Scout and then back to Heavy. “Are you crazy?” “Fix.” “Nein.” Medic stepped away from the table. Heavy stood up and walked up to Medic, turning him to bring Medic’s back flush against his chest and so they were both watching the shaking young man on the table. Scout had become hard, they could see his erection against his pants. Scout was pulling in need against his restraints. “I know you want to.” Heavy whispered in German into Medic’s ear. Medic shivered and Heavy pushed them both closer against the table again. Heavy lifted one of Medic’s hands and pulled the glove off. He moved Medic’s hand to glide smoothly against Scout’s still visible stomach. Scout gasped and moaned. “Medic...” he whined pitifully. His hips jolted up and fell down, unable to find friction. Heavy’s hand left Medic’s and went to rub Medic’s chest. Heavy kissed Medic’s neck, nibbling and licking while Medic got over his morals. “I want you to.” He muttered in husky German. Medic’s hand began to move, rubbing and gently touching Scout. Scout reacted wantonly to every stroke. Then he couldn’t wait anymore. Medic went to cup Scout’s erection. The result was astounding. Scout got three times louder and pulled aggressively against the binds. “Mnah, please, Doc, please, it burns!” “I vill make it better, Scout, don’t vorry, nah-!” Heavy had grabbed Medic’s erection, copying what Medic was doing to Scout. Medic started to breathe faster. A wonderful blush was in Scout’s face and he couldn’t help it, he slipped his hand into Scout’s pants. Heavy copied in tandem and Medic found himself practically feeling the hand job he was giving Scout. “pump.” Heavy ground out. Medic did as he was told and Heavy began to pump as well, thumb sliding over the slit softly. Medic thrust into Heavy’s hand and he felt Heavy’s other hand slide down to hold his hips in place. “Medic...!” Medic groaned softly “Heavy...” After a few pumps, Heavy went faster. When Medic’s pumping started to slow down, Heavy’s hand left his hip and wrapped around Medic’s hand. Heavy set the pace, simultaneously pumping Medic and helping Medic pump Scout. "Come for me doktor.” Heavy bit down on Medic’s shoulder and Medic came then and there. Heavy squeezed Scout’s penis tightly and suddenly the young man was coming too, crying out in ecstacy. Scout passed out on the table and Heavy pulled Medic’s hand out of Scout’s pants, turning him around to kiss him, shoving his tongue in Medic’s mouth. “Just remember you’re mine.” Heavy pulled Medic closer and grabbed his ass. Medic groaned. “Yours.” They kissed again and Heavy held Medic for a while before he let him get a rag to clean up the mess they had made. Medic and Heavy decided to drop Scout off in his room, tuck him in and everything. Man this would be awkward in the morning but hopefully Scout will just think it’s a dream or choose to act like nothing had happened. That was Medic’s hope at least. Heavy had other plans.
