I do not own TF2

For those of you who visit TF2chan, I'm known as Curick there. Will be updating here, just cause it's easier. For now, I'm only going to upload the Watcher series, but those of you who remember my other *shitty* stuff, feel free to request to have it posted, and I will *probably* post it.

Fanfiction is written for great justice. Yup.

RED Spy/BLU Medic

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The night air is crisp, almost cold. My suit keeps me warm as I watch you sleeping from your window. The moonlight plays across your skin, making you paler than you already are.

I wonder; would you be able to sleep so soundly if you knew I was here?

It is somewhat strange to see you like this, your face relaxed and peaceful. When I normally see you, you have this look of concentration. I think you are too worried about your job. People die, BLU Medic, there isn't anything you can do about it.

I shift my feet a little, balancing on your window ledge is a bit of a tricky task, but not enough of one to make me stop these visits. Perhaps it is unprofessional of me to lust after an enemy, but I have always taken risks. I am really taken by you, BLU Medic, but you don't know why.

I remember that time, when I started to lust for you. I don't love you, love is something I cannot afford on this battle field; but I allow myself lust.

Yes, that time when I realized that I did want you. You were in your room, looking depressed (I believe that was the day that my team killed your team's Heavy). I was watching you from your closet, with orders from my leader to kill you. I was about to do so, your back had been to me, when you did /that/. I couldn't believe it. I never thought you to be someone to resort to such methods of stress relief. It was interesting to see you using, stereotypically enough, a scalpel to cut yourself.

You weren't suicidal, I assumed, since you cut across your wrists instead of down. Seeing your blood flow was wonderful enough, but what you did after was the best part. It made me so very aroused to see you digging your fingers into the cut; the soft painful noises you made were like fine wine, warm and rich. It was a pleasant surprise to see that you enjoy pain; I couldn't bring myself to kill you that night.

Those memories are excellent and I plan to add some more to my collection.

You shiver in your sleep, then settle down. The rise and fall of your chest slow and smooth, the pale skin begging to be marred; to be covered in scarlet lines. I can see the self-inflicted scars from my viewpoint, the moonlight highlighting them. I imagine opening those scars up, cutting just a little deeper than you did, and digging my fingers in. I wish, no, want to hear you make those painful sounds; to have you gasp my name in a strangled voice as I carve shapes into your chest. I might even fuck you if you arouse me enough, though you have to be willing for that. I will not rape you, I have standards after all.

Ah, the sun is starting to rise, it is time for me to go. I will be back tomorrow BLU Medic, for now, adieu.