Back Lash

Chapter Two

Its just you and me, pally!


Scout woke up contently, feeling the subtle warmth of rest seeped throughout his body. What threw him off was the subtle swaying he felt. "Mm..." Scout cracked open his eyes to the gentle sway of the wall in front of him. Scout woke up immediately, jumping back from the nudging.

"Avake?" Medic's tone hit his ears like rose thorns being slapped a crossed his face.

"I wasn't asleep!" Scout reacted on instinct with his teenage hormones still quite stuck on anger.

This caused the healer to raise a questionable brow. Something between anger and understanding. Medic was not completely cruel, after all, he once was a boy himself. A much more behaved and well manned individual, but a young man known the less.

The teenager narrowed his gaze, he wanted to fight Medic sometimes, just to spite him. Let out the stress, but the bastard never let him. Sure Medic would argue and dribble mother talk all over Scout, but when it came to an actual fight between the pair. It never occur. "Hows Snipes?" Scout changed his thoughts, glancing at the Doctors face before retreating to stare at the wall once again.

Medic straightened himself up from his crouching position. "Fine." He looked upwards as to search his mind. "Chipped two teeth on the right side of his jaw. Soldier managed to knock one out." Medic tapped the location of the injury on his own jawline. "Very painful."

Scout looked up at the fellow Blue. Searching his expression he found a small smirk on Medic's face.

The Doctor noticed Scout looking and coughed nonchalantly. "Of course I gave him proper medication to help vith the pain an' tomorrow I vill try to repair the damage done."

"An' hows the big guy doin' with Soldier?" Scout peeled his interests a little deeper.

"Heavy decided to take Soldier outside, for drills. It calms him I suppose." Medic pushed his glasses upwards. "Strange American."

"Hey." Scout glared. Though this time it was more friendly then anger.

"Oh." Medic waved his gloved hand at Scout. "You are not completely American, Häschen. Do not get so vorked up."

"Shhh!" Scout shot up, a panicked frown upon his face.

Medic raised his brow once again, this time followed by an amusing smirk. "Oh, have I hit a soft spot?"

"I told ya not ta talk about dat!" Scout pushed himself into the healer's face. "When I said it was private information, I mean its fricken' private. Doesn't dat translate ta ya, Doc?"

Medic paused and gave Scout an up turned lip.

"What? What? Ya gonna send me ta my room again? I didn't even go in da room da first time, so yeah!" Scout glared up at Medic, grinning stubbornly.

"Have you showered?" Medic asked while wafting the air in front of him.

"What?" Scout gave him a confused look, his smile dropping.

"I asked if you showered after the fight?" Medic looked disgusted. "You smell."

Scout crossed his arm over his chest. "Ya didn' say anythin' at dinner." His face burst into a flustered red.

"I thought it vas Soldier..mein Gott." Medic nudged himself further away.

"It ain't dat bad." Scout shuffled where he stood. Truly, he usually did not shower with the rest of the guys after the battle. It bothered him to be in front of people, especially sense the accident. "If it gets ya ta shut it, I'll take a fricken' shower."

"Goot. I vould not have taken no for an answer anyvays." Medic muttered, walking down the hallway.


Scout tugged the battle dirtied uniform over his head, plopping the shirt down with the rest of his attire. He sighed, feeling the warm humidity of the steam slowly poring out from the showers gently dusting over his legs. "Aaah, you still sure dis is all right, Doc? Ya know Soldier patrols like crazy when hes awake like dis..." The runner touched the back of his own neck, glancing over at the shut door.

"Do not vorry, Häschen. Ve have done this before, Ja?" Medic walked calmly from the clouds of steam, smiling slightly.

"Yeah well, usually dere ain't Mr. warlord out dere angry as shit." Scout glanced Medic over in a quick motion. He did not need to linger his gaze, all those tiny dips, curves, and barely defined mussels were all ready filed and stored in Scout's mind, right under 'Things to never fricken' forget!'.

"First," Medic tossed the boy a bar of soup.

Scout caught the soup with his single arm, grasping it with a smug expression.

"Vash yourself." Medic walked back to the spray of water, becoming engulfed in steam, barely visible except for a silhouette of his figure.

Scout tossed the bar gently up and down in his hand, walking through the clouds of humidity with that stubborn attitude driven strut he had when his cup of ego was filled to the brim. Scout watched Medic turn away from him. The runner just chuckled, starting to quickly rub himself down with the bar of soup.

Medic tilted his head back gently into the stream of water coming from the ceiling, running his hands slowly through his gray sprinkled hair. "Do not forget to vash behind your ears, Häschen."

"Doc, come on." Scout rolled his eyes. "I ain't a kid."

Medic smirked, turning towards Scout with dangerously low eyes. "You know, ve are alone..."

"Yeah, but Soldier...And ya know da rules. I don't wanna get shipped outta here cause'a somethin' so stupid if we get caught, Doc." Scout turned away from Medic with a sad smile. "Ain't dat I don't like it, Doc, its just to much to risk." They exchanged their names before, many times before. But it was strictly against the Fortress code to share personal information. Scout supposed that made sense, especially with Spies trailing their noses in other peoples business all the time.

"Ve have never gotten caught...Daniel." Medic snaked closer to his fellow Blue, touching a gentle swipe of fingers a crossed Scout's waist. "You are just being stubborn tonight."

Scout stiffened up, when Medic removed his gloves the touch felt so different. He stopped only a moment to caught his thoughts up with the tingling sensation now along his sides. "I-I told you its Danny!" He huffed out quietly.

"I like Daniel better, it is your given name after all, Häschen." Medic smirked, leaning his chin atop the shorter male's head below him.

"Its my name, but I don't like it." Scout gave the complaint in a hushed anger. "Its my damn Pa dat named me, I think its foreign aw somethin'"

"Something vrong vith foreign names?" Medic walked his hand up Scout's chest and neck, pushing the boy's chin upwards so his head tilted back. The healer locked eyes with Scout, smirking slightly.

"Ya always gotta be an asshole 'bout things?" Scout kept his gaze open for only a few moments, becoming forced to close his gaze because of the many sprinkles of water hitting his eyes. It left a ping of sadness. Medic's glasses were so formal and in the way all the time, it was nice to see a change in attire for once.

"Depends..."

Scout felt the healer's hands coming around his shoulders, snaking into a gentle embrace around his neck. "On?" Scout couldn't help but let a little smile come to his lips.

"Vell, it depends on if vhen I irritate you..." Medic lowered his face closer to Scouts own. "Your nose does this adorable little vrickle." He gave a small peck to the shorter male's nose.

Daniel popped his eyes open. "Dat is so fricken' gay, Albrecht." He shoved a hand in the man's face, breaking the soft embrace and slinking under the warm water to lather more suds onto his body.

The German gave a wide smile. "Ooh? Breaking rules are ve?"

"Ya did it first, if da damage is already done might as well add to it." Scout blotched some of the suds around his face for a make shift beard, turning around to face Medic he grinned. "Whatdya think?"

The action earned a small chuckle from the doctor. "Such a child."

"Ya love it, Doc." Scout laughed softly as he ducked under the water and rinsed away the soap from his body.

"Hm, that is very true." Medic's voice lowered into a soothing tone, watching Scout come from out of the water and bump into his chest. The healer wiped the water from his eyes.

There was a small pause as Daniel blinked the remaining waters away and proceeded to gaze along the water slicked body in front of him, smiling, he slowly nudged himself forward. "Speakin' of addin' on ta da damage...Hows about breakin' some more rules, whatdya say?" Daniel smirked.

Albrecht couldn't help but crack another smile at the young boy. Scout's cockiness always impressed him. "Vell, I vould gladly assist in this rule breaking." He spoke softly, placing his hands in the same gentle embrace as before around his neck.

Scout opened his mouth to say something, but quickly as the moment started it ended. Daniel heard the familiar shuffle of feet down the hall. "Aaah shit!" Daniel pushed back from the man's touch, parting himself from the doctor before it was to late.

The door slapped against the shower room wall. In stepped Soldier, whom had a look upon his face that meant nothing but trouble. "What are you two maggots doing in here!" Soldier screamed out.

Medic readjusted himself quite well to the situation. Giving Soldier one of those stern looks that could challenge the coldness of dry ice. "Vhat?" He spoke as if those words had been lined with acid.

"There are few things men should not be engaging in here girls scouts! " Soldier came stomping into the showers, clothing on and the red dirt of the desert sloshing off. "Those things are baking, not killing each other, not eating bacon in the morning, and this rainbow fest I see before me!" He was nose to nose with Medic. Teeth bared like a wild animal with the only instinct in-tacked being to kill.

"Excuse me?" Medic raised a brow, placing a hand on Soldier's chest to give him a harsh shove backwards. "Are you suggesting ve are engaging vith each other?"

"That is exactly what I am saying Privite Twinkletoes!" Soldier snapped out. "I am disgusted, nauseated, outraged, repulsed, and worst of all sickened!"

Scout felt like he was shrinking down at every word the Soldier said. This truly was the worst thing Scout had ever experienced, besides when the neighbor lady's cat ate his goldfish, but at least that was not a risk to his job!

"You are truly blind, aren't you Soldier?" Medic slicked back his hair so his stern look pressed deeper into the American's gaze. "I am assisting Scout."

"Bull-shit!" Soldier stepped forward again.

"Dummkopf..." Medic muttered. "I am a medical professional. I am assisting Scout because of his injury. Can you not get that through your dickflüssig skull." Albrecht gave the American's helmet a harsh whack upwards with his hand, letting it fly a crossed the wash room.

His harsh gaze met Medic's own, he studied him with a deep scowl and wide angered eyes. "Well..." The man scowled a little less. "As long as this is professional!" He yelled defiantly, turning to attend to his fallen equipment.

Scout peeped up at that, he did not want Soldier thinking badly of him. "Of course its professional, Soldier, do I look like one of those sissies ta ya?" Scout smirked widely at the American.

"Don't make me answer that, son."

"What?-"

"I should get back to bed, Herr Scout." Medic turned in a stiff manner to Scout, just as he would have on a normal occasion around the base. "Can you handle yourself from here?"

"...yeah, 'Course I can, Doc. I ain't a fricken' baby." Scout said, turned to scrub himself down more harshly with the soap where he had not before. The quicker he got out of here the faster he could get back to what started.

"Then I shall retire to bed. Good night, Soldier." He held both hands behind his back, exiting the shower in that taunt walk he had during battle. "Scout." He said, nodding to the runner while grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist before walking out the door.

"Yeah, night, Doc." Scout said, rising himself under the warm water.

"So!" Soldier turned a grin towards Scout. "How about I tell you about the time I killed sixty men in one night!"

"Sorry there, Soldier, I gotta get myself ta bed too." Scout nervously jogged from the showers, drying himself hastily with a towel before tugging it around his waist. "Maybe tomorrow. Seeya!"

Soldier watched the boy exit. Frowning deeply. "Well..." He pulled his shovel out from its holster. "Do you want to hear it, sweetie?" He paused with a small smile. "Haha! I knew you would!"


Daniel quickly jogged down the hallway, glancing around periodically with a nervous expression. His tiny feet carried him silently through the night, but there was still a possibility of a run in during the late hours. It took forever until Soldier had finally gotten off to bed too. He could hear the man talking to himself about the 'good-old-days' with one of his delusional friends, but even if Soldier was bat shit insane he was still the coolest guy in history. Slowing down when he came nearer to Medic's door Daniel was starting to breath heavily. Not thinking through things came in Scout's very nature. This was not the smartest idea he ever had, even if they had gotten away with these things earlier in their relationship, it was still majorly reckless to be doing something like this. After that display in the shower though, his mind was screaming for more. Swiftly as possible Scout tugged open the healers door and slide inside, gently shutting the door behind him. "Hey...Doc?" Scout peered into the pitch blackness of the room. Obviously he was asleep. "Doc." Daniel spoke as loud as he dared. Pausing, there came no reply. There was a moment of wavering going back to his room, though at hearing the light snore and rustle of sheets Scout gulped down his nervousness. Pressing forward into the lulling darkness. "Ow." Scout bumped into the edge of the bed. There was a quick rustle sound followed by a very familiar sound of pressurized air and a gentle clank of metal.

"Who is there." The speech was cold and stern.

"D-Doc, its me." Scout froze in place, his hand raising up showing he was unarmed. Which was a stupid thing to do, sense he knew Medic could not see him in the first place.

Medic was not a stupid man, but being in a war zone where your enemy had the technology to re-create another persons whole body structure for a disguise had made him a paranoid man. "Prove it." There was a soft click from his weapon.

"Albrecht, s-seriously, dude." Scout studdered out quickly.

"Oh." Scout heard the Medic toss his gun aside. Now he could truly understand why that information was kept secret. "Vhat are you doing in here? It is very late, Scout." He spoke in a whisper.

"Um well..." Scout tried to think of a reason to why he showed up and he knew the truth was not going to cover it. It was not exactly romantic to sneak into someone's room in the middle of the night to say 'I'm horny, lets fricken' do it.' At least not to Scout's knowledge...Maybe he would try that line one day. "I-I missed ya." Scout spoke out into the darkness, pressing his hand onto the mattress so Medic could feel where he was from the pressure.

"Missed me?" Medic's voice came out very formal and strict. Not a good sign.

"From earlier, ya know..."

"You mean to say your aroused?"

Scout mentally slapped himself. All right, apparently the other line would have done him justice. "Ya have ta say it like dat?" He paused. The mattresses weight shifted slightly on the other end. A light click brought in a soft flood of light from a lamp beside Medic's bedside.

"Vhen you vake me, yes." Medic turned his worn expression towards Scout. His arms folded a crossed his chest most boldly showing his annoyance to the situation.

"Ya ain't mad, are ya...Albrecht?..." Scout smiled sweetly, or as sweetly as a war driven teenager could. He knew his lover could not stand hearing his name, it drove somewhere deep into his heart and plucked just the right string.

Medic shifted slightly, giving a slightly distressed sigh. He looked off to the side and patted the space next to him.

Scout grinned with confidence from his success at gaining access to the bed. Scurrying a crossed the bedding he sat next to the doctor. "I'll make it up ta ya, I swear." He nudged himself closer to his comrade. "...Ya sure ya ain't mad?"

"Annoyed...Tired..." The doctor looked over at the team's youngest. "Not angry...After all, Soldier did interrupt." He spoke softer, leaning back onto the bed so he was propped up on his elbows.

"Yeah, he did, didn't he...I ain't given you ya kiss yet either." Scout smiled softly, he leaned slightly towards the healer. His single arm made it harder to maneuver downwards without completely collapsing onto the man, but managed to get relatively close before he let himself plop down onto the man's chest below him.

Medic let himself lay back completely. His eyes peered down at Scout nuzzling himself against his chest.

"Ya know, maybe I should sneak over here more often, ya real fricken' warm." Scout smiled into the softness of his flesh, burying his fast into the male's skin and nuzzling gently.

"Don't get any bright ideas." Medic warned, ruffling Daniel's hair with his hand. He watched carefully as Scout seemed to breath more gently, his head turned from Albrecht's warmth and gazed up at him. Scout's eyes filled with a slow building desire as he leaned himself up slightly.

"ya know, ya were real sweet in the showers..." The Blue tilted his head curiously, inching his body higher on the Medic's body. Entangling a leg over the healers. " 'cause I was naked, wasn't it?" He smirked, nodding his head in that egotistic manner he had about himself.

"No, it is just better vhen I can't see your face." Medic smirked.

"So I'm ugly, Huh?" Daniel clicked his tongue in annoyance. He loved him without his glasses, it was like he smelled that he liked that one thing the most, and now he was trying to ruin it for him.

"Extremely. I think you have a condition. Ve may need a medical opinion on this, let me see." Medic sat up, his ungloved hands caressing along the boy's neck and under his chin. "Hmmm..."

Scout shuddered under his touch. In the shower everything just felt overly warm and had that slick wetness to it. Here it was just skin to skin, something about that feeling made Scout jump out of his skin.

Medic leaned down further, bringing his hands up to Daniel's face. Gently Albrecht scanned a finger a crossed his cheek, another a crossed his lips, and In a manner that was very rare for them, Medic whispered softly into his ear. "Meine Perfektion." The German captured Scout's open mouth tenderly, pressing just enough into the kiss to make it direct and passionate, but not to invoke those teenage hormones any further in the boy.

Scout felt his breathing increase slightly as he leaned into the passionate lip lock. Make that a double jump out of his skin! His lover broke the kiss and Scout couldn't help but let a large smile invade his lips. "E-English, Albrecht." He pressed tentatively. If it was in that language, it was something he was going to like hearing. That was how Medic always did it.

"I said..." Albrecht cupped his chin gently. "You...Are my perfection."

"F-Fricken' gay." Scout said bluntly, but the frantic blush a crossed his face said otherwise.

"Very." Medic smiled. "Also I found you do not have 'The Ugly.'"

Scout chuckled. "An' how ya figure dat out, Doc."

"People who are ugly do not have an exceptionally kissable mouth." He let his finger tap Scout's lips once.

"Ya read dat shit outta a girl magazine?" Scout rolled off the doctor, burying his face into a near by pillow to hide the returning crimson on his cheeks. Though there was no use in hiding the blush when he felt Albrecht's weight shift and sit atop his backside.

The German smiled down at the redness collecting downwards onto Scout's neck. "Niedlich." He muttered to himself, earning a curious peek from Scout. Albrecht's smile only widened out as he leaned down closer. "lassen Sie uns dieses gestartet."


D'aawww!

I actually scared my self with the fluff in here.

It was getting to the point of, maybe I should rewrite this, but then I said screw it! :D

Neeeext chapter not so nice~

And yes, I did not write anything to provocative/sexual yet, I realize this.

I'm waiting for more reviews.

Aaand speaking of reviews~

Thank you very much, Iz, it is quite appreciated.

I love a good compliment or harsh criticism.

It helps me develop more into the story.