A Moment of Voyeur

When Medic had first arrived on RED's base three years prior, the unanimous mid-day cease fire did not exist. In the past few months that it HAD been instigated, Medic had difficulty not firing at BLU Scout when the young enemy would come dashing into their base to harass their own Engineer every afternoon into sharing lunch together. Of course, today, as it were, he hadn't seen hide nor hair of the obnoxious teenager, and it was starting to worry the man.

Having decided to forego his own lunch -- his general appetite had been waning in the past week or so -- Medic perused their base in search of a conversational companion. It was then that he spotted their team's Heavy just outside of the fort, knocking over the barrels of ammunition outside and grunting to himself angrily. Curiosity piqued, Medic wandered over to him."Is zhere somezing zat you ah looking for, Herr Heavy?" Upon hearing himself being addressed, the Russian's attention torn away from his task and focused on the reserved German.

Heavy gesticulated wildly to his surroundings, a displeased huff escaping him as he did so.

"I haff lost sandvich, Docktor." The large man bemoaned, a hefty hand rising to smack the side of his head dramatically. "I place sandvich here for lunch and go to kitchen for drink. Vhen I come back, sandvich is gone!" Medic pursed his lips, not wanting to state the obvious -- that someone had either taken the sandvich, or that one of the stray cats that hung around the forts had probably run off with it.

"Ah you sure zhat you did not already eat it?" Medic peered around the general area, trying to find some form of evidence at the missing lunch meal.

Heavy shook his head. "Nyet, Docktor. I am still hungry."

Medic closed his eyes, regretting having struck up conversation when the sound of BLU Scout's voice echoed across the bridge. "/HEY!/ FATTY MCFAT FAT!" The two RED team members looked up to see the speedster half-hanging out of one of the balcony windows, something familiar in hand, waving it around wildly. A scandalized gasp escaped Heavy's mouth.

"I gatcha sammich, knucklehead!" BLU Scout crowed, grinning despite the bruise that marred the side of his face -- looking distinctly like one of Heavy's own fists. Heavy growled low in his throat at Scout drew the Sandvich close to himself. "AND I'M GUNNA EAT IT!" He chomped down on the Sandvich, stuffing almost half of it in his mouth in the process and causing his cheeks to puff out in a fashion similar to that of a chipmunk. "NOMNOMNOM" Came the muffled and exaggerated sounds of eating, bits of food flying from Scout's mouth in his attempt to make the noise travel across the bridge.

Heavy looked about ready to retrieve Sasha from where she had been placed in the supply room for lunch, but Medic placed a hand on his shoulder."Nein, mien freund. I vhill make you annuzah sandvich. Vhe cannot break ze rules of cease-fire because a little schweinehund decided to try and anger you." Heavy frowned, placing a hand tenderly on his stomach, but nodding. Medic smiled, patting him on the shoulder like one would do to a child who needed to be consoled, and turned to head back into the base.

The halls were empty, save for Pyro's muffled laughter from the intel room, Soldier's yells and Scout's taunting jeers drowning out the normal hum of silence. He was nearly to the kitchen doors when the clear display screen on his spectacles flashed an emergency medical care symbol in the corner of his left lens. The symbol had a small cross-hair in the corner, letting him know that it was their Sniper that was calling for assistance somewhere in the base. He turned, a frown pulling on his lips. He was sure that the last time he'd checked on the man that Sniper had been in full health.

Panic suddenly gripped Medic, worrying that the fiasco out front had been some kind of distraction so that one of the enemies could sneak in and off their team members before Medic could arrive on the scene. His heart skipped a beat and all thoughts of preparing any sandviches flew out the window. Turning on his heel, the German man hurried down a small side corridor that he knew lead out to the back of the base, where Sniper's Winnebago was parked in the far corner of the field, out of sight from prying eyes. Medic never usually wished that Sniper was any less of a private man -- but as he hurried his way out the back gate, he cursed Sniper for his unnecessary seclusion.

When Medic reached the Winnebago, his hand was hovering just above the door handle when a low and loud groan reached his ears. He hesitated, unsure of what /kind/ of groan he had just heard. The latex in his gloves squeaked when Medic curled his fingers into a fist, withdrawing his hand as another moan leaked through the small sliver of space of a nearby window that was cracked open.

Medic felt the blood rush from his face, resisting the urge to follow the origin of the sound and instead taking a step back. His curiosity was pulling him to peer through the cracked blinds, but his sense for professionality was telling him otherwise. A gasp, followed by a needy growl was enough to break what little resistance Medic had.

He wandered around to the back of the Winnebago, where he knew there was a shot-out window with only half of the blinds intact. When he rounded the vehicle and reached it, the sight inside was enough to make the normally straight-laced man fluster, gripping the outside sill to keep himself grounded.

Sniper was on his bed, leaning against the wall that his small cot-like contraption protruded from, one leg half sprawled out to the side and the other dangling over the edge. The Australian was sans shirt, his pants halfway down his thighs, briefs not far behind. One of Sniper's large hands was clutching to his bent knee with such ferocity that his knuckles splashed white, and the other one was running down the length of the man's painfully erect cock.

Medic swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling overheated in his coat and uniform. Sniper was oblivious, head drawn back and huffing small gasps for air as his hand continued to pump his hardened shaft.

Medic's eye wandered from Sniper's flushed face, down his bare and sweat-glistened chest and to the man's erection -- dark and swollen, the hand gripping it jerking frantically before slowing down, as if to prolong orgasm. Another groan tore from Sniper's mouth, his hips gyrating into his hand, fingers squeezing his own cock. The hand that was grasping his knee withdrew, sliding down beneath the painfully hard shaft to grip his sac, rolling them in his fingers and breath hitching when he did so.

Medic had never gotten hard so fast in his life until those few seconds it had taken for him to witness the sight before him. His growing arousal was straining against his trousers, making a tent in the front of his labcoat. He squirmed, one hand leaving the windowsill to barely grip the bulge, hoping that if he squeezed it tightly enough, it'd go away.

His attempts were in vain when Sniper's hips gave another sensual thrust into his own hand. Medic could almost see the thick vein that ran along the underside of Sniper's cock swell with impending orgasm. Before the Australian could come, however, he released a desperate keen and squeezed tightly to his scrotum.

Sniper's thighs shook with tremors, having prevented his own release, and Medic's legs almost gave out from under him. Sniper's hand paused before starting up again, jerking slowly as he clutched to his sac, delaying his own pleasure.

Medic breathed out a soft whimper, the hand on his crotch tightening its grip as he leaned against the Winnebago for support. The flustered man hadn't even noticed when his hand began massaging himself through his trousers at first, too intensely focused on the Aussie inside of the van. "Mein Gott..." He uttered, soft enough so that Sniper wouldn't be able to hear over his own pleasured grunts. It was by sheer will that Medic was able to pull himself away from his crotch, hurriedly moving his labcoat out of the way and dipping a gloved hand into the front of his trousers try and alleviate some of the ache that was pulsing in his hardened member. Sniper was pumping himself slowly, stopping each time to squeeze the head of his shaft and causing droplets of precum to slip out.

Medic continued to hold tightly to himself through his underwear, though the action caused throbs of pleasure to travel from the base of his cock and all the way down his thighs before thrumming its way back up to his stomach. He pressed his forehead against the broken window, breath fogging it just a fraction. Sniper was undulating his hips into his hand, the fingers clutching his scrotum moving in a slow massaging motion -- though they continued to pinch the base to prevent release. Sniper was muttering something under his breath, a husky growl that sent shivers through the German man.

"C'mon, mate." Sniper growled to an invisible person, eyes screwed shut and sweat glistening on his body. His lips were drawn into a grimace, Adam's apple bobbing with each gasp of breath he took. "I need ya, Medic." Sniper moaned lowly, his thumb dipping into the slit of his cock, rubbing the pooled precum around the head before returning to his slow and torturous pumps.

The second that 'Medic' had been uttered, Medic's lenses flashed the emergency care sign -- breaking what little self restraint he had been clutching to. Using both hands to tug his trousers and underwear down to his thighs, his right hand was instantly grasping onto his cock and jerking it. "Mein Gott." He hissed in relief, head thunking quietly on the windowsill, eyes falling shut as he listened to Sniper's grunts and moans echo throughout the Winnebago.

He lifted his head after a moment, glancing through the window again to see that Sniper had shifted his legs so that they were both spread out to grant himself better access. "B-bloody hell." The Australian grunted, his fist suddenly increasing its pace, hand slicked by his own precum and causing wet noises of flesh on flesh to join his moans and gasps. Medic pressed his cheek against the sill, hot breath fogging the glass every time he exhaled and blurring Sniper's figure momentarily. His gloved hand was jerking frantically at his own erection, feeling the hardened muscle grow hot -- even though the latex.

"Come- come on, mate. Let me hear ya..." Sniper growled lustily, his eyes clenched shut and most likely fantasizing about the man just outside of his Winnebago. Medic moaned softly, his cock swelling at mere tone of Sniper's voice, bucking into his hand and going to clutch at the sill once more with his free arm. He bit down painfully hard on his lower lip, trying to stifle another sound as Sniper's motions became more frantic, closer than ever to his release.

Sniper's breath stopped for a second, and Medic peered out of a cracked lid to see the man un-pinch his scrotum, giving his cock a rough pump before his hips snapped off of the bed. A loud cry tore from the Australian's lips, legs shaking and toes curling as cum shot from the head in thick ribbons, each pulse sending a white stream onto Sniper's chest and stomach. Medic groaned loudly at the sight, his sac tightening as he felt himself cum sooner than he ever had. His soft wail was muffled by biting onto a knuckle as he came, thick pulls at his cock sending him over the edge before he was splashing his undershirt and part of the Winnebago with the sticky substance.

Medic's legs gave out, sliding to his knees just as Sniper glanced up at the the noise, barely missing the sight of Medic outside of his window. The German heaved in quiet gasps for air, his cock still hard in his hand -- as if he hadn't just cum all over himself and Sniper's van. His entire body was thrumming with a post-orgasmic bliss, heated forehead resting against the cool surface of Sniper's Winnebago. With a wince, Medic tucked himself back in, adjusting his coat to try and hide any evidence of what had just happened. Moving to a shaky crouch below the window, Medic shuffled to the side of the van and stood up once he knew he was in a blind spot from Sniper's position inside.

With a final glance at the worn-down vehicle, Medic turned and headed for the base, his mind a flurry of confused thoughts.

-

When the cease-fire ended, Sniper was glad to have had finally satiated himself from all the pent up frustration that came with having their Medic fret and fuss over his wounds and continually touching him with those /gods be damned/ gloved fingers of his.

Hunkered down on a small cliff ledge just outside of the battle and hidden behind some old crates and beer kegs, Sniper had instantly gotten in two headshots and almost took out BLU's Scout when the boy had tried to run past with their intel hooked over his shoulder. Of course, Heavy had somehow appeared out of nowhere to clothesline the boy with a thick arm, earning surprised laughter from the Australian. His amusement was short-lived when he felt another presence behind him, barely dodging out of the way of a butterfly knife that seemed to appear out of thin air, along with the BLU Spy holding it. He was able to duck out of the way, kicking the Frenchman back and grapple for his Kukri when the Spy stabbed him in the back of the calf from where he'd fallen, blade ripping the flesh open like paper.

Sniper grunted in pain, bringing the Kukri down in an arc and severing the man's head in an instant, scowling as it rolled down the ledge's incline, body slumping to the ground beside him. Sniper ignored the burning agony in his calf for a moment, kicking the decapitated corpse forward and using the heel of his boot to shove at the gangly body forward until it followed the same path as the Spy's head. He stumbled back behind the crates, cursing and reaching for his rifle. Setting the gun up to prepare for any sudden oncomers, Sniper cupped a hand around his mouth. "MEDIC!" He roared, knowing that somehow the man could always find an injured teammate, no matter where they were. He figured it had something to do with the military-issue spectacles that all Medics seemed to wear, but it was just a theory.

Sniper took hold of his kukri, digging it into the edge of his pants just above the stab wound and cutting the leg of his jeans off from the knee. It was bleeding more than it should, causing worry to prick in the Aussie's gut for a moment. He couldn't risk dying and having to respawn -- there were only so many times a man could come back to life before they simply stayed dead -- and he'd already died enough times.

He was so engrossed in preparing his wound for the Medic to treat that he didn't see the man stumble in the midst of battle upon picking up Sniper's cry for help.

Pyro, who had been jogging with the German man, paused for a moment, asking him something inaudible to the doctor before Medic waved him off with a flustered shooing motion.

Sniper took the torn pant leg, tearing off a strip and using it to make an impromptu tourniquet, grimacing as he tightened the fabric until it hurt. He could hear Medic's footsteps coming up the gravel path that lead to the small cliff face he was hiding behind, and Sniper scooted himself back into a set of crates to lean against them.

"He-Herr Snipah?" Medic squeaked out the first sentence, calling out before he even came into sight. Finding it odd, Sniper grasped to his Kukri just in case. He was sure that the enemy Spy hadn't had enough time to respawn so suddenly, but things didn't always go as planned. "Ovah here, mate." He called out softly, wincing again at the pain that shot up and down his injured calf with each pulse of his heart. Medic came into sight, Kritzkrieg at ready and scowling when he caught sight of the man.

There was a long pause as the German seemed to assess the situation at hand, his tense shoulders relaxing for a moment and causing Sniper to feel safe enough to set his Kukri on the ground. Medic tutted softly, stepping forward and setting down the Kritzkrieg on top of one of the beer kegs. He knelt beside the Australian. "Herr Snipah, do not do zhis zhe next time you have an injury." Deft fingers unwound the makeshift tourniquet, pulling it off quickly. Confused, Sniper took the bloodied fabric when it was offered to him.

"Why d'ya say that?" He queried, tossing the ruined pant leg to the side as Medic used his fingers and eyes to examine the wound in the side of Sniper's calf. With a finalized sigh, the man leaned back and gave Sniper an incredulous look, adjusting his spectacles that had slid down the bridge of his nose at some point in time. "Herr Snipah, zhe tourniquet cuts off zhe blood flow, ja, but it can also permanently damage leg tissue, and ve don't vant that, do ve?" As he spoke, Medic reached for the Kritzkrieg, turning it on and watching as the wound stitched itself together, inch by inch.

Sniper grinned once he was patched up and Medic pulled the Kritzkrieg back with a self-satisfied look on his face, apparently admiring his own handiwork. As Medic stood back up, Sniper took to bending his knee and then straightening it before flexing his toes inside of his boot to test the muscle.

"Thanks for comin' so fast, Doc." Sniper grinned up at the man, giving him a thumbs up and almost instantly withdrawing it whenever Medic suddenly went rigid, spluttering some poor excuse before grasping his Kritzkrieg and turning on his heel to march away from the formerly injured Sniper. The Aussie's eyes concentrated on the partially concealed form of Medic's backside as his teammate retreated, reaching up a hand to scratch his scalp beneath his hat.
"... Was it somethin' I said?"

-

That night, Sniper had half a mind to corner the suddenly elusive Medic, but that would require spending more time with the team than absolutely necessary. Foregoing that thought, the Aussie instead chose to brew himself a pot of decaf, kick his boots off, and clean out his rifle before bed.

A few minutes into polishing the gun before he'd break it down for a proper cleaning, someone knocked softly on the door to his van. The noise startled Sniper from his trance, arm jerking reflexively and knocking his mug of coffee off of the table. He watched in a slow-motion horror as the large glass teetered precariously on the edge before tipping and spilling hot liquid all over his right thigh and leg.

Cursing, Sniper leaped to his feet, setting his rifle and rag to the side. He made a bow-legged walk to the door, trying to ignore the scalding agony near his crotch. His hand flicked open the regular and deadbolt lock, pulling his door open enough that the chain lock became taught as the Australian peered out at whomever had dared disturb him.

When their Medic looked nervously back up at him, Sniper's anger deflated within an instant. Closing the door, he unhooked the chain lock before reopening it to gesture to the reserved German to enter the Winnebago. "Evenin', Doc. Wot's brought ya out here t'my humble abode?" Sniper gesticulated to the poor decorations and peeling paint of the van and Medic gave him a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling just the slightest bit. His gaze roved around the interior of Sniper's Winnebago until they landed on the Australian -- who was focused on rubbing his thigh in an attempt to possibly wipe out some of the coffee stain that was settling into the fabric of his pants.

Medic tutted, quirking a finely trimmed eyebrow in curiosity. "Am I interrupting somezing?" He asked softly, his lips pulling into a slight grin when Sniper leveled him with an unamused stare. He obviously didn't think the joke was very funny, judging by the way he turned to head for a small dresser located behind the small love seat. "Well, mate, as much as I do appreciate ya stoppin' by, I've got to change me pants after spillin' coffee all over me self like a little tyke."

Medic contemplated his next words as Sniper fiddle with the buckle to his jeans, obviously waiting for the other man to leave. "Does zhis require.../assistance/... Herr Snipah?" Sniper's back went rigid, hands freezing in the middle of undoing his belt as he seemed to process the question. Turning his head slowly to face the German man, Sniper gave him a confused half-smile.

"I'm sorry mate, what was that?"

Medic adjusted his glasses, stepping towards the Australian man and gesticulating to Sniper's lower body. "Your leg vhill be sore for a few days until zhe muscles adjust to being forcefully sewn back togezer. I vhas vondering if you needed help vith getting your leg into annuzah pair of pants. Surely changing after zhe cease fire was difficult enough?" The German man gestured towards the love seat, ignoring the protest that was already on Sniper's tongue.

"Remove your pants and zhen sit down,” he commanded. “I vant to check to make sure zhat zhe muscles haff not bunched togezer." When Sniper didn't immediately comply, Medic took a menacing step towards the man.

Sniper dropped his belt to the floor an instantly did as he was ordered, moving to stand beside the love seat and shucking his pants before he sat. The Winnebago fell silent except for the shuffling of fabric as Medic knelt down beside the formerly injured leg, ignoring when the Australian closed his hands over his crotch in either embarrassment or a show of courtesy.

He gingerly took the wiry limb in his hand, thumb and fingertips running along pale flesh and the latex of his gloves catching on a few legs hairs as Medic massaged the general area around Sniper's injury. The man squirmed in Medic's grasp as strong fingers rubbed up and down his legs to try and work out the small knots that had formed sometime during the day.

"Zhere is alvays a side effect to using science to speed up zhe body's natural healing." Medic explained as he worked, one hand gripping Sniper's knee to keep it in place and the other one kneading the skin of his calf. "Luckily, zhe Kritzkrieg only gives you sore muscles for a day or two aftervards." Sniper grunted under his breath, shifting his leg in Medic's grasp and not even noticing when the German's massaging hand began to inch towards his thigh.

"Well at least we've got the damn thing, right?" Sniper grunted, his lips pulling into a grimace and the hands on his crotch tightened their grip. "Do ya gotta do that so slow?" It came out as more of a plead than anything, and Medic paused with his fingers just below the inside of Sniper's knee to look up at him curiously.

"Do you not vant me to loosen zhe muscles properly?" He questioned, eyes glinting something unreadable behind his spectacles. Sniper glanced to the side, giving a lazy shrug as a means of telling the other man to continue his task. Medic rolled his eyes and returned his concentration to tending the Australian's calf. His kneading fingers wandered up and down the top of the scar, focusing on the crook of Sniper's knee before traveling to the underside of his thigh.

Sniper's closed eyes snapped open when he felt Medic's fingers breach past the middle of his upper leg, one hand flying from his crotch to grasp at the gloved hand. "Now come on, mate. I don't think y've gotta go that far up for a few sore muscles, yeah?" Medic looked up at him innocently and Sniper's cock twitched in his grasp.

"Vhe can't be too sure, can vhe, Herr Snipah?" Medic asked softly, moving the hand that was holding the man's knee to join his other one in massaging the pale flesh of Sniper's thigh, making large circles that came dangerously close to his crotch. Sniper froze, clutching the gloved fingers as they brushed the junction of his legs and pelvis.

"Bloody hell Doc, I know you're not doin' anythin' but teasin' me now."

Medic seemed to contemplate his next words, not once pausing in his ministrations before glancing up through his spectacles at the other man. "I think zhat vhe vould be even, zhen, Herr Snipah." His thumbs dipped into the flesh near Sniper's scrotum, tearing a gasp from the skinny man.

"I haven't a clue what you're talkin' about, mate." Sniper breathed out, trying to push Medic's hands away from his blatant arousal. Medic tutted, batting Snper's fingers off of him.

"Herr Snipah, don't tell me you didn't think my glasses vhouldn't pick up zhe Medic cry zhis aftanoon during your cease-fire... /activities/?" Medic massaged that same area, making sure not to venture further until he knew that Sniper wouldn't be scared off by being confronted about his desires.

The man froze, flustering and glancing away. Sniper seemed to stutter for a moment before turning back to Medic with an odd look on his face. "So you saw that, ey?"

"Ja..." Medic muttered, leaning his head forward to rest his chin on a bony knee, feeling the coarse leg hairs rub against the stubble of his jawline. Sniper pursed his lips, pulling Medic's hands off of him -- much to the German's chagrin-- and holding them out.

"Well then I don't see why you get a free show and I'm left waitin' outside the theater." Sniper retorted, releasing Medic's hands and watching them fall to the doctor's hips. Medic seemed to repeat those words in his head, staring blatantly at Sniper's obvious arousal before understanding lit up in his face.

"You mean zhat--" Medic cut himself off at Sniper's nod, leaning back on his heels. "You vhant me to--"

"Yeah, Doc." Sniper interrupted, reaching a hand up to take his aviators off and set them down on the love seat. "I think its only fair, don't you?" He motioned to the recliner that was positioned across from them. "Take a seat, mate."

Medic cleared his throat, moving to stand up in front of Sniper. However, before Medic could turn around, hands were grasping at his hips and pulling the man forward. "Need help gettin' started?" Sniper muttered huskily, his chin brushing Medic's lower stomach as he spoke, one hand grazing the German's backside while the other moved to slip up under the labcoat.

Medic grasped Sniper's shoulder, gasping out the Australian's name under his breath whenever a hot mouth pressed against the growing bulge in his trousers. The Australian withdrew a hand from Medic's bottom to fiddle with the catches of the doctor's uniform. Medic held back a moan, the noise dying in his throat when his coat was torn open by impatient hands and undershirt untucked. The thin slip of fabric was wrenched up, causing Medic to bite down on his lower lip when a stubble-ridden chin began brushing along his stomach as Sniper kissed up to his navel.

"Bitte..." Medic groaned, digging his glove fingers into Sniper's red-clad shoulder to try and steady himself from the near-crippling torture of the situation. Sniper laughed, the noise vibrating against Medic's stomach and causing goosebumps to rise along his skin. Sniper pressed his fingers to the underside of Medic's arousal, rubbing them up and down its heated length through the doctor's trousers.

Suddenly, the heat and pleasure was gone as Sniper released Medic to lean back against the couch. Medic, feeling stranded, stood there for a moment -- looking utterly helpless -- before he took the hint and began to unbutton his uniform undershirt with one hand while loosening his tie with the other. Sniper hummed low in his throat, adjusting so that his legs were spread wide and a hand resting just beside his hardened member -- as is making preparations for the show that was to come.

Medic slid the shirt from his shoulders, tossing the white fabric and his tie to the side, bare chest exposed in the dim lamplight of Sniper's Winnebago. He brought gloved hands to his trousers, fiddling with the buckle to unsclasp it before pulling the thin leather strap off. It joined the small pile of clothes not long after as Medic kicked his boots off and divested himself of his trousers, leaving his gloves and form fitting underwear as the only clothing left.

Sniper gave an appraising noise in the back of his throat, thumb massaging the skin of his hips and motioning for Medic to continue. Shutting his eyes, the doctor ran a gloved hand down his stomach, fingers dipping in and out of the elastic of his underwear while the other hand came up to his mouth, taking the edge of the glove between his teeth and slowly pulling it off. Sniper quirked a brow as the doctor hummed a small song to himself, obviously trying to ignore his audience while swaying his hips just the tiniest bit.

Withdrawing his right hand from where it had been rubbing the flesh just above his underwear, Medic brought that hand to his mouth to repeat the process of taking his glove off. The German was already hard -- if the large bulge in his briefs had anything to do with it -- and Sniper's gaze couldn't seem to decide where it wanted to be focused.

Medic sang quietly to himself, bare hands moving down his chest to rest on his navel while he continued to sway about. There was a moment of hesitation before the doctor's hands descended to cup himself, kneading the flesh before pulling the elastic of his underwear down and exposing his hardened cock to the cool evening air. Medic hissed through his teeth -- temporarily stopping his song to admire the feel of his heated member in hand. His eyes were still shut, lower lip caught between his teeth as he began to stroke himself slowly.

"Come on, Doc. Hurry it up, its not a fuckin' tea party." Sniper barked, causing Medic's eyes to snap open and see the Australian looking impatient and utterly horny. Medic instantly sped his hand up, squeezing the head of his erection each time. Sniper uttered something in an approving tone. Medic's knees buckled just the slightest bit, his other hand clutching at the skin of his hip to try and ground himself. Gyrating his hips into his hand, Medic gasp for air, pleasure heightening in a burning coil that started to engulf his body. His cock was hard in his hand, the flesh firm and thick, emanating heat in thick pulses.

"Snipah..." Medic blurted out, his eyes opening to give the man a pleading look. The sight in front of him was enough to make his cock give a painful twitch of arousal. Sniper was in much the same position as he had been earlier that day, his eyes focused darkly on Medic, unreadable. Medic adjusted his legs, the hand that was clutching to his hip moving underneath of his erection to grasp to his scrotum. Sniper growled lowly, the love seat shifting as the man stood up and approach the German.

"Looks like I don't have the same patience as you, Doc." He said, one thin arm reaching out and grabbing Medic's elbow to force his body flush against the Australian's. Their cocks brushed and Medic gasped at the crippling pleasure that tore from him upon feeling Sniper's hardened member against his own. Sniper took Medic's chin in his hand, forcing him forward to press his lips against the German's in a strong kiss. Medic's heart fluttered in his chest, mouth instantly opening when a slick tongue swiped over his bottom lip.

While their mouths clashed in a fierce kiss, Sniper brought his hand up to engulf both of their erections, gripping them together and jerking his hand up and down. Medic gasped sharply into Sniper's mouth, the noise turning into a low moan when the other man began to rotate his hips in a pseudo thrusting motion against his own.

"Bitte-- " Medic pleaded against Sniper's lips, his hands moving to clutch at bony shoulders. Sniper gave the heads of their erections a painful squeeze, humming into the doctor's mouth.

"English, Doc." He chastised, breath ghosting over the Medic's lips as he spoke. Medic stuttered for a moment, unable to grasp the proper translation for a moment as his arousal continued to roar in his ears.

"P-please." He pleaded, nudging his mouth against Sniper's and biting down on the man's lower lip. Sniper grunted, releasing their cocks -- much to Medic's dismay -- and forcefully grasping onto the German's shoulders. Startled, Medic tried to protest the action, only to have himself bodily thrown onto the couch. Sniper clambered onto the love seat, moving Medic so that his face was being pressed into the arm rest as a calloused hand wrenched his underwear down from his backside and to his thighs.

Medic inhaled sharply when Sniper's lips pressed against the dip in his lower back, hand reaching around the German to grasp at his cock. Medic clawed at the arm rest, biting back a moan whenever Sniper dug an index finger into the slit of his hardened shaft. The Australian's stubble was brushing roughly against Medic's sensitive back with each kiss applied, causing him to shudder in pleasure.

"Herr Snipah--!" Medic choked out, the noise breaking into a low groan when his cock was given a rough tug and then stroked gently as if in apology. He stuffed a knuckle into his mouth to try and stifle another sound when one of Sniper's fingers from his other hand began to run along the crease of his bottom, teasing him relentlessly. Medic squirmed under the Australian's ministrations, whimpering loudly when Sniper pulled back suddenly, the brunet muttering under his breath and wrenching open a drawer on the small stand that was set next to the love seat. Medic, impatient, brought a hand down to stroke himself while Sniper was fiddling with something that the German couldn't see from his position.

The hand returned to Medic's cock, batting the doctor's arm out of the way to grasp at the engorged member -- this time slick with some form of cool oily substance. Groaning loudly, Medic brought his hand up to grip to the arm rest as Sniper's oiled up hand began to pump him slowly. "Bitte..." He pleaded, biting down on his knuckle again when a lubricated finger slid between his ass cheeks, running up and down against his entrance to apply the oil.

Sniper's mouth returned to his back, brushing feather light kisses along his spine when his index finger forced its way inside of the German. Medic arched his body at the intrusion, breathing out a gasp. He forced his body to relax, muscles clenching reflexively for a moment around Sniper's finger and drawing a hiss from the man.

"Mein Gott." Medic whimpered, giving a shallow thrust into Sniper's hand and consequentially forcing the finger inside of him to move as well. An undignified squeak accompanied the entry of another digit, Medic's hands digging into the arm rest to try and quell the arousal that was burning inside of him. Sniper said nothing, biting down on Medic's back, his hand gripping turgid flesh and stroking it at a tortuously slow pace. The two fingers inside of him scissored and spread his entrance wider, moving in and own to loosen tense muscles.

Medic bucked his hips, clawing at the arm rest when Sniper pinched the head of his cock and dragged a nail down the thick vein that was bulging along the underside of his hardened shaft. "Snipah--!" He cried, heat pooling in his gust and travelling all the way to his thighs as Sniper pressed a third finger inside of him.

"Patience, Doc. Just admirin' the scenery." Sniper murmured into Medic's spine, kissing the flesh tenderly as he spread out all three of his fingers, plunging them in and out of Medic's entrance, regardless of how much the muscles seemed to fluctuate around him. Medic wriggled his hips, cock hard and painfully erect in Sniper's hand, but nowhere near that gratifying release he was beginning to desperately need. Sniper pulled his mouth back, sitting upright. He gave Medic's arousal one final squeeze before withdrawing. He grasped at man's bottom, spreading apart the fleshy globes that had become firm from running around all day in a mad dash to keep his teammates alive.

"Beautiful..." Sniper murmured huskily, pulling out his fingers from inside of the German and shifting forward to hold his previously lubricated cock against the doctor's entrance, rubbing it up and down the ridge before moving his hips and beginning to slowly slide inwards. Medic released the breath he'd been holding, hissing loudly as he felt his body forcibly entered, eyes clenching shut in euphoria at the sensation that came with being filled so completely. He pulled his knuckle from his mouth with a pop, both hands clutching to the arm rest as Sniper became fully sheathed inside of him. Thin fingers were clutching to Medic's hips so tightly that he was sure they would bruise, Sniper's breath labored.

"Ich --- b-bitte!" Medic stuttered, his forehead thudded against the tattered felt of the arm rest, cock straining and hard as Sniper ceased to move once he'd fully entered the German. "Mehrrr." The German moaned, his hands clinging to the arm rest and wriggling his bottom to try and encourage the other man into doing /something/. Sniper leaned forward, thumbs stroking the pale flesh of Medic's waist and pressing a kiss to the back of his shoulder.

"English, mate." The Australian chastised lowly into Medic's ear, the noise drawing a shiver from the other man. Medic stumbled over the words, suddenly unable to recall how to voice his desires in English as Sniper shifted a knee, effectively moving around just the slightest bit inside of him.

"More -- please. Move, Herr Snipah." Medic finally stuttered out, undulating his hips. Sniper's teeth grazed the flesh of Medic's shoulder, biting down as he drew back his hips until the head of his cock was barely inside of the man. Teeth sinking into the German's shoulder, Sniper snapped his hips forward in a powerful thrust, tearing a shout from Medic's wanton form beneath him.

Medic clawed at the arm rest as Sniper gave another strong thrust, his muscles clenching temporarily in pleasure and drawing a grunt from the Australian. Leaning forward until his chest was flush against Medic's back, Sniper wrapped an arm around the man's midsection, his other hand going to grasp gently at the German's throbbing member, stroking it in time with his violent bucking. Medic's pleasure was rising at an unbearably fast pace, his voice unable to find the proper words for a good while as Sniper drove relentlessly into him.

"S-slow down!" He cried, voice fluctuating at the sheer intensity of the other man's pounding. Sniper buried his face into the crook of Medic's shoulder, instantly slowing his pace into deep and leisurely thrusts that had Medic regretting ever having told the man to deaden his previous pace. The heat inside him was waning, leaving a dull burn that ate away at him with a constant feeling of intense pleasure -- neither helping nor hurting his need for climax. He could feel the head of Sniper's cock rub against his entrance before slowly diving back in, just grazing that sweet bundle of nerves enough to make Medic writhe and plead for more.

Sniper's hand that was on the Medic's erection stilled for a moment, sliding down to fondle his scrotum and running an index finger along the small indent between each sac. Medic shuddered, an incomprehensible keen escaping him before Sniper' hand returned to the Medic's cock, stroking even more slowly than he was thrusting inside of him.

"Hören sie... diese folterung auf!" Medic babbled into the arm rest, bucking his hips into Sniper's hand to try and stimulate the Australian into speeding up his movements. Sniper said nothing about Medic falling back into his native tongue, instead speeding the pace of his thrusts into all-out fucking. The sheer force of his pounding movements forced Medic to bite down on the fabric of the arm rest, tasting coffee and stale cigarettes as he did so.

Sniper shifted his hips just a fraction, the head of his cock suddenly snapping over that tight bundle of nerves that drew another cry from the German . "Nnh! Ah- Snipah!" Medic howled around the arm rest, his throbbing member twitching as he felt himself drawing even closer to release. Sniper grunted, lips pressed into Medic's back and teeth scraping across tender flesh when the Australian began to pant heavily. Medic could feel the heat coiling in his gut, a dull burn that grew and grew until it engulfed him.

"K-Kommen. Snipah -- Ich --!" Medic gasped when the hand around his erection rose to scrape a fingernail over the slit of his head. The sudden spike of pleasure came at the same time Sniper's cock slammed into his prostate once more and Medic's head snapped back painfully as he finally fell over the edge. Crying out, he came in violent spurts, body shuddering an jerking with each burst of thick white cum that erupted from his cock. Sniper held tightly to his pulsing member, squeezing it as he seemed to ride out Medic's orgasm with deep thrusts that soon bordered on frantic. The German's muscles were clenching and squeezing around Sniper's shaft, milking his orgasm from him so suddenly that Sniper cracked his hips into Medic's backside, biting down on the pale flesh of the man's back with a grunt.

Sniper jerked and shook, thrusting shallowly to try and prolong his orgasm, cum erupting from him in heavy jets until he was spent. Gasping for air, Sniper withdrew far enough for his flaccid cock to slip out from inside of Medic.

Once he'd regained enough sense of mind to take in his surroundings, Medic moved to get something to clean up with, but froze when Sniper growled low in his throat. The other man said nothing, shoving the doctor down to lie on the couch as he positioned himself behind Medic to spoon him. "That can wait till latah." The Australian muttered into Medic's ear, hands wrapping around the man's cum-smeared torso, a kiss pressing against the back of his neck.

Surprised and somewhat flustered, Medic lowered his hands on top of the ones hugging his torso, eyes falling shut to listen to the rhythm of his rapidly beating heart as it calmed down. Sniper grunted in contentment, his softened cock nestled between Medic's ass cheeks as the man's breathing evened out somewhat.

"So, is this a one time thing, mate? Or at we lookin' at somethin' more long term?" Sniper murmured into Medic's neck, the question itself startling the doctor into tightly gripping to Sniper's hands. He didn't speak for a moment, weighing the pros and cons in his head before realizing that in a war, things like the future didn't really matter as much-- as long as you had someone in the present to live for.

"Ja... I vould like to see vhere vhe can take zhis." He said, words forming slowly before he ended it with a finalizing nod. Sniper's breath hitched, arms around Medic's torso squeezing him tightly for a moment before a sigh escaped the Australian.

"Good."