A/N: Been busy gettin' bruises at work and painting my dresser. I hit a roadblock with this chapter as well, deciding which direction to take. My lovely reviewers spurred me on though. Hope this does not disappoint ;)
The night had aged only a few hours. In that time the cries of local vultures had died, replaced by a kettle whine twisting with the song of the wind whistling through any crack that would allow; certain cracks allowed the light breeze to flow along the frames of two men who were both genius and deadly killers. That being said, the cold air was not a welcome feeling. Their frames moved closer to each other
It was kind of hard to accept the feeling of another man's lips on his. He was so use to kissing his Mary every night before sleeping and every morning when they woke up that the rough texture and force, albeit weakened from the kisser's current state of health, took him by much surprise. That's not saying he didn't enjoy the feeling though. It was…different. Strong. Intoxicating. A feeling he wanted to encompass himself in for as long as possible.
As long as possible turned out to be a decent period of time. With his strength powering the muscles in his arms, Engineer easily maneuvered the taller but lighter German onto his waist, careful of the man's injuries. Ripples of pleasure rolled through Medic's posture. The hot touch of Engineer's hands and his current placement now encouraged his lips to open and unleash the closed-off tongue that so longed to explore another's mouth.
With snake-like grace, the tongue slid gently against the American's coarse lips and slipped effortlessly into the cavernous gap that was Engineer's mouth. An identical warmth to the exterior and a bitter taste mixed with lead (presumably from holding a nail for his sentry) and bread overloaded Medic's taste sensory, forcing his tongue to lash out and travel further.
He was not alone in his exploration. Dominant, rough workers hands tenderly explored the expanse of Medic's back, memorizing every bump and groove, savouring the clear patches that offered nothing but the feeling of powerful back muscles. His own tongue responded with eagerness to the happenings going on. It indeed had been some time since he had an intimate moment with another person, but that was hardly an excuse. Engineer was craving Medic more than ever before. He never wanted to accept his feelings for the man up until the last couple of days. Many post-respawn operations made him respect the doctor but nothing to this extent.
Soundlessly the men parted their heads. Medic breathed heavily against Engineer, catching his breath and slumping forward to rest all of his weight on to his hips, knees and head. Engineer's forehead made the perfect resting spot but the thick wielding goggles still shielding his eyes made the area uncomfortable. With a frown that mimicked his hardened battle glare, Medic leaned back.
Confusion was followed with an extremely uncomfortable pause. Engineer shifted and instantly regretted everything he had thought about in the last few hours. Instead of everything that passed through his consciousness of what was going to follow, having his goggles lifted off his head was low on the list.
Their colour not dulled by the silvery rays of the moon, the electric blue irises darted back and forth, assessing the man in front of him who was currently leaning to place the goggles on the ground next to the discarded the shotgun and bone saw. The steel, almost white, eyes of the German locked onto his friend. The narrowed glare softened under the gaze of the almost puppy dog eyes before him. Medic leaned in for another kiss, revelling in the heated hands that replaced themselves against his back and waist. Neither men closed their eyes, looking at each other with hunger. Engineer's kind blue eyes travelled down to their mouths, finally closing with content after seeing the spectacle of them connected. Medic however continued to stare at his partner. Not in a scientific point of view though. A screen of thankfulness glazed over his eyes and cheeks rose to give an almost smiling effect. He was content.
Medic found use of his hands after they lay limply slumped by his sides for the longest of times. Unfastening of overall clips and shirt buttons gave him an almost equal share of skin to explore. Even the man's chest and tight paunch were of matching tone to his golden arms and neck. No tan lines, or tone change, were visible in the dark of the night. Engineer took pride in his smooth unblemished skin, keeping it moisturized as much as possible but still managed to maintain a manly roughness about it.
Much like Medic's own body, previous scarring still etched his skin, but nothing as extreme. A long raised scratch was traced by dextrous fingers from the base of his shoulder all along to the front near his pectoral. Medic knew every aspect of the Texan's body after many visits for check-ups and their mandatory physical on their first day. He'd never bothered to ask about the sizeable bump though. Medic brought his hands around to clutch brawny biceps, deepening their kissing and shifting his waist ever so slightly and slowly.
The noise of the wind picked up alarmingly, rising to double the decibels. Neither man paid much attention, keen on current events between them. An absurdly loud growl emitting from the foyer of BLU base did disconnect them though. "Pipe down, you steel trap!"
Like a groan coming from Godzilla itself, the metal door for the respawn base warped inwardly at a disturbing angle, grinding against its frame but still wielded to the ground. A boom sounded from a distance but still close enough to feel the vibrational effect of the soundwave. The sound was enough to infuriate Soldier to come out from his section and check out what was going on. Accompanying the scraping from the main door was a soft orange glow lighting the room which infected the entire surface of the door. The edges however gave off a fiercer yellow flare. "Men!"
Not even a second after the order spilled from under the soldier's helmet came Sniper and Spy from the entrance to the balcony; panic stricken faces (well, on Sniper's face at least) rushing towards Soldier at full speed. "Move, ya wanka!" Sniper barged his entire weight to tackle Soldier to the ground. The American may have been twice the weight of the Australian, but with no balance ready to take on such a force, Sniper easily knocked him down. Just in time.
An atomic force swallowed the steel door inwardly before releasing it from its holster and the ground and blowing it with gunshot power out towards the 3 mercenaries. Missing the expensive loafers on Spy by only millimetres, the trio crashed into the outlook room's side wall just as the door wedge itself tightly into the arch. Sizzles of dying heat fizzed from the sheet of crumpled metal.
"Wot the bloody hell is goin' on?"
Soldier brutally shoved his saviour off his back with an elbow and stood at attention. He watched the foreigners gain their footing, staggering into each other for support and glared under his helmet. "Well, Roo-barbra, we're not gonna know just standin' here. Get your skinny asses down that hole and get the others!" Sniper twisted his middle finger in his ear to rid himself of the irritating ring that always followed whenever Soldier spoke.
"I think they might be up there already, mate."
Spy spent no time wasted around the pair and in slipped down the hole and walked past a rare sight. An abandoned Natascha. Not far off his tracks came the other two; both stopping to look at the deserted minigun before continue upwards to where they once were. Only Spy blocked the doorway they needed to get through.
Said Frenchman had arrived just in time to see Medic and Engineer leaving the same alcove. Engineer was busying himself with his shirt which was curiously being put back on whilst Medic uncomfortably wielded both a shotgun and his Amputator. Why would he have taken off his shirt the first placed? Spy humorously mused. He went unnoticed as the pair rushed along the gangway to the foyer. "Come on Spook. Move it." Spy scowled and sidestepped to let the others through first, resisting the urge to flick his knife into the Australian's back.
With his rocket launcher abandoned in the now sealed room, Soldier managed to beat the two thinner men up the stairs to stand aghast next to Engineer. Sniper shoved him out of the way to see what was going on, allowing room for Spy.
"What the f-", Scout had been first to the scene from the stairwell room and was currently smacking his ears to get sound back. He hadn't even noticed what lay before him. But a quick smack to the back of the head from Medic averted his attention.
Scout, Medic, Engineer, Soldier, Spy, Sniper. Each man stood at odd angles facing inwards to a crisped and soot layered Respawn. The lockers almost ceased to exist save for the skeleton of its borders. Exposed wires sparked whatever electricity they had left in them across the room whilst smouldering glass crackled against the cold night air. Six sets of eyes took in three separate details though.
Not quite smut, but I'm taking baby steps with my first Yaoi. Plot is thickening too. Not quite a cliffhanger though.
