008. Blood.
Fandom: Team Fortress 2
Pairing: Medic / Scout
Rating: R
The figure before him was pathetic, near-whimpering, panting on his knees as he stared up at the medic. He'd been stuck so many times, in so many places he nearly refrained from flinching when the sadistic smile crawled across BLU Medics face. " Stick out your tongue." It was an order-- but they were always orders, never requests. In his withdrawal addled brain he didn't bother to resist, why should he? He was the one who had come to the medic-- on his hands and knees literally. He'd been refused the privilege of walking, so kneeling and crawling was all that was left to him.
Pink muscle passed over a nervously trembling lower lip, and almost slid back into his mouth when he saw that syringe pulled and pointed down at him. " Ah-ha. Behave mien Schätzchen," The Medic chided the RED Scout as he gripped his jaw in those firm rubber gloves-- he couldn't have him moving and making the medic miss his target after all. " Zee skin is ov course zee most sensitive organ, but zee tongue iz by far zee most protected, it is vhat we are unused to damaging, Scout." He dragged the needles edge along as he spoke, but didn't yet pierce that sensitive flesh. " You see, zee tongue is made up ov only four different nerve endings, but feels a surprising amount of /pain/." Those words uttered, that medical knowledge tinting his warning, he pressed the thin needle-tip against the soft squishy tip of the Scouts tongue. Watching as the boy yelped but didn't recoil as his body had first warned him to do. After all this is what he came for, /time and time again/.
He waited a few moments before pushing the plunger down and injecting just enough for it to settle into the muscle-- he didn't want it to dribble back out the wound and be a waste. He watched that pain wash over with want and stress. Not enough? Fingers slid over the the boys jaw, noting the red and purple bruises already forming from his previous grasp. The needle drew down over his jaw before finally puncturing that thin flesh of the RED Scouts neck. It only took a few seconds for Scout's eyes to glaze over, and he pulled that needle back again. A tiny trickle of blood, his first reward.
" Scout, Now it iz your turn, hm?" He reminded the kneeling boy, who's overly dilated blue eyes stared up at him blearily for a few moments. He patted his lap and the boy obediently settled his own ass in it. " Better now?" He asked, amused to see the lazy smile that played on the Scouts face. The boy wasted no time slipping hands up under the identifying red shirt, tossing it off to the side of the room to pick up when they'd finished off. A small satisfied murmur in German passed the BLU Medics lips as he looked over the marred chest of the much younger Scout. He in-fact knew where most of these marks came from, had been present when they were made and last but not least-- took pleasure in every one.
He noted the light dribble of saliva tinged pink with blood dribbling out of the corner of the enemy Scouts mouth. Hand cupped his jaw once more, intentionally pressing into the bruises he had created earlier. Pulling his mouth open to expose that pale tongue he deposited a double edged razor blade like a priest would a communion cracker, watching the recognition flicker in those blue eyes.
Teeth carefully gripped the blade between them, holding it as to not damage his tongue any more. His normal hand wrappings long left in his own base, that bare hand lifted to his own face. Flushed eyes flickered to the Medic seeing that dark smirk of approval before blade met flesh, a nick cut into his thumb. Blood bubbled quickly to the surface of his skin, but that hand was already in motion. Pressing gently against the Medics lips it was taken in easily, tongue brushing the wound as Scout let out something akin to a groan. Pain and pleasure were so easly intertwined during his sessions with the BLU Medic, half from training and half from the liquid heat running through his veins.
"M-Medic..." His body ached with need, but the steely look behind those dark eyes told him he dare not stop. " Fuck..." He barely kept from stammering as he plucked that blade from his lips with his unoccupied hand. He could nearly hate the BLU Medic for his unabashed pleasure in the Scouts pain, for feeding his new found addiction-- but he knew it was his own fault. He /chose/ to come back, time after time and subject himself to this-- and more so he /enjoyed/ the high he got from their dangerous play.
" Vee do not have for ever, Scout." He knew the tone, it wasn't just a reminder but a /warning/. He offered that cocky grin, digits lowering the blade to his own stomach. He didn't even hesitate as he cut past those seven thin layers of skin. It was hard for the Scout to worry, the man afer all was known for bringing people back from near-dead. Not that he was so sure the BLU Medic would be so kind if he were to cut himself too badly. He bit that lower lip chewing on it as he felt that stirring under his lap. If it had been the first time he'd have feared the hungry look int he Medics eyes, but now he just found himself aroused by it.
Another cut, then another, and another. Pretty soon the Scouts chest was a mess, making new marks to crosshatch the scars he already had. Flushed and panting the boy was almost disturbed at how aroused both he and the Medic seemed to be. Unsteady hands settled on the Medics shoulders, flinching at the near feral growl that passed his playmates lips when he smudged blood on that white coat, But he was too excited and high to really care.
" Can... can I kiss you?" He asked, he learned after the last time when he'd captured the Medics lips without permission and had gotten bitten.
" I do not see vhy you would want to." WAs the reply as eyes peered up at him behind those thin rimmed lenses.
" It... " Shit, he didn't know how to explain himself, why did he want t o kiss him? " It makes it feel better..." What he hoped the Medic wouldn't question. He didn't bother fretting much longer when he was finally allowed his kiss. Bloodstained digits moving to the BLU Medics neck as he inched closer, ass rubbing against the mans tented lap.
"... necken," The German's voice barely above his breath, taking in the RED Scouts devious grin. Fingers inched up Scouts thighs, pressing firmly into the fabric as he slid his hands around to grip that muscled ass. " You do not want zis." He warned, but no fear registered on the Scouts face. " I could break you, Scout."
" It would be worth it...."
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Pairing: Medic / Scout
Rating: R
The figure before him was pathetic, near-whimpering, panting on his knees as he stared up at the medic. He'd been stuck so many times, in so many places he nearly refrained from flinching when the sadistic smile crawled across BLU Medics face. " Stick out your tongue." It was an order-- but they were always orders, never requests. In his withdrawal addled brain he didn't bother to resist, why should he? He was the one who had come to the medic-- on his hands and knees literally. He'd been refused the privilege of walking, so kneeling and crawling was all that was left to him.
Pink muscle passed over a nervously trembling lower lip, and almost slid back into his mouth when he saw that syringe pulled and pointed down at him. " Ah-ha. Behave mien Schätzchen," The Medic chided the RED Scout as he gripped his jaw in those firm rubber gloves-- he couldn't have him moving and making the medic miss his target after all. " Zee skin is ov course zee most sensitive organ, but zee tongue iz by far zee most protected, it is vhat we are unused to damaging, Scout." He dragged the needles edge along as he spoke, but didn't yet pierce that sensitive flesh. " You see, zee tongue is made up ov only four different nerve endings, but feels a surprising amount of /pain/." Those words uttered, that medical knowledge tinting his warning, he pressed the thin needle-tip against the soft squishy tip of the Scouts tongue. Watching as the boy yelped but didn't recoil as his body had first warned him to do. After all this is what he came for, /time and time again/.
He waited a few moments before pushing the plunger down and injecting just enough for it to settle into the muscle-- he didn't want it to dribble back out the wound and be a waste. He watched that pain wash over with want and stress. Not enough? Fingers slid over the the boys jaw, noting the red and purple bruises already forming from his previous grasp. The needle drew down over his jaw before finally puncturing that thin flesh of the RED Scouts neck. It only took a few seconds for Scout's eyes to glaze over, and he pulled that needle back again. A tiny trickle of blood, his first reward.
" Scout, Now it iz your turn, hm?" He reminded the kneeling boy, who's overly dilated blue eyes stared up at him blearily for a few moments. He patted his lap and the boy obediently settled his own ass in it. " Better now?" He asked, amused to see the lazy smile that played on the Scouts face. The boy wasted no time slipping hands up under the identifying red shirt, tossing it off to the side of the room to pick up when they'd finished off. A small satisfied murmur in German passed the BLU Medics lips as he looked over the marred chest of the much younger Scout. He in-fact knew where most of these marks came from, had been present when they were made and last but not least-- took pleasure in every one.
He noted the light dribble of saliva tinged pink with blood dribbling out of the corner of the enemy Scouts mouth. Hand cupped his jaw once more, intentionally pressing into the bruises he had created earlier. Pulling his mouth open to expose that pale tongue he deposited a double edged razor blade like a priest would a communion cracker, watching the recognition flicker in those blue eyes.
Teeth carefully gripped the blade between them, holding it as to not damage his tongue any more. His normal hand wrappings long left in his own base, that bare hand lifted to his own face. Flushed eyes flickered to the Medic seeing that dark smirk of approval before blade met flesh, a nick cut into his thumb. Blood bubbled quickly to the surface of his skin, but that hand was already in motion. Pressing gently against the Medics lips it was taken in easily, tongue brushing the wound as Scout let out something akin to a groan. Pain and pleasure were so easly intertwined during his sessions with the BLU Medic, half from training and half from the liquid heat running through his veins.
"M-Medic..." His body ached with need, but the steely look behind those dark eyes told him he dare not stop. " Fuck..." He barely kept from stammering as he plucked that blade from his lips with his unoccupied hand. He could nearly hate the BLU Medic for his unabashed pleasure in the Scouts pain, for feeding his new found addiction-- but he knew it was his own fault. He /chose/ to come back, time after time and subject himself to this-- and more so he /enjoyed/ the high he got from their dangerous play.
" Vee do not have for ever, Scout." He knew the tone, it wasn't just a reminder but a /warning/. He offered that cocky grin, digits lowering the blade to his own stomach. He didn't even hesitate as he cut past those seven thin layers of skin. It was hard for the Scout to worry, the man afer all was known for bringing people back from near-dead. Not that he was so sure the BLU Medic would be so kind if he were to cut himself too badly. He bit that lower lip chewing on it as he felt that stirring under his lap. If it had been the first time he'd have feared the hungry look int he Medics eyes, but now he just found himself aroused by it.
Another cut, then another, and another. Pretty soon the Scouts chest was a mess, making new marks to crosshatch the scars he already had. Flushed and panting the boy was almost disturbed at how aroused both he and the Medic seemed to be. Unsteady hands settled on the Medics shoulders, flinching at the near feral growl that passed his playmates lips when he smudged blood on that white coat, But he was too excited and high to really care.
" Can... can I kiss you?" He asked, he learned after the last time when he'd captured the Medics lips without permission and had gotten bitten.
" I do not see vhy you would want to." WAs the reply as eyes peered up at him behind those thin rimmed lenses.
" It... " Shit, he didn't know how to explain himself, why did he want t o kiss him? " It makes it feel better..." What he hoped the Medic wouldn't question. He didn't bother fretting much longer when he was finally allowed his kiss. Bloodstained digits moving to the BLU Medics neck as he inched closer, ass rubbing against the mans tented lap.
"... necken," The German's voice barely above his breath, taking in the RED Scouts devious grin. Fingers inched up Scouts thighs, pressing firmly into the fabric as he slid his hands around to grip that muscled ass. " You do not want zis." He warned, but no fear registered on the Scouts face. " I could break you, Scout."
" It would be worth it...."
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