Author's Note:

The Crazed Artist: Oh my, you are quick! I was just finishing up my points for my presentation on being a gamer girl when I got your review. I do like BLU Spy a lot. RED Spy is... a bastard. He's not sure how to actually be romantic, but that's because he refuses to love or believe that he loves anyone (besides... oh that's a spoiler. Nevermind). And he's desperate. He has less tact when he realizes he's losing a battle. I love my Heavy too. Ahaha all my french is from online French translators and sites that give you phrases of French. Nihongo to eigo wo hanasu kara furansugo wa chotto... demo, gambatteiru. Too bad I have to write in romaji on this computer. Come back again soon :D

Chiisai no Yume: I..I don't know why you're reading it either if you don't like Heavy/Medic hahaha. Can't help you on that one. But I'm glad you enjoy it :D Ah, thank you. I've been working on improving my style/writing/etc since…middle school, really. It's been a long road. Mmm, ScoutSpy. Just wait until the pre-/sequel comes out! It'll centre around that pairing, pretty much. And another one.. not Heavy/Medic. Anyway, thanks again! :D :D

akuoni: I knoooow, Heavy is adorable! I love him in payload maps. I know, I know, you were talking about him in the story...but he's so adorable in game, too :( Thank you!

ZombieZapdos: Thank you! Haha all the couples? I thought I was cutting back :( I normally add in a million couples... But I'm saving that for I Make It Look Easy (the pre-/sequel of this story). Aww, I'm glad :D haha after playing for a while, I've started hating most heavies. I do have this one guy I call "my heavy" though. He's actually a good medic buddy, the rest suck balls. I prefer healing soldiers most of the time...

If you're a fan of No More Heroes as well, then I wrote a crossover fic. It is het, but who can deny the awesomeness of Bad Girl/Soldier? I can't, and I only write yaoi! Just thought I'd mention that fic, since most people don't read crossovers (I know I don't). I'm making it as legit as possible.

Sorry it took so long to update. There's a few reasons why, but I won't get into that here...

-Chapter 9

"Heavy?" Medic asked, stepping into the gun room, "I heard zhat you vanted to see me?" He had been amused by Heavy's attempts to win him over; they were cute and he certainly did like when Heavy tried. It definitely made him feel more special than Spy ever had, but at the same time he was torn between the two. And the scribbled note from Heavy to meet him in the supply room had left him wondering.

Heavy was inspecting his guns, hanging one up on the wall. "Doktor," he said, standing in front of his weapons, "Come here." Nodding, Medic stepped over to Heavy, keeping his distance. He trusted Heavy, but at the same time, he knew Heavy was trying to sweep him off his feet and he wasn't sure if he should let it happen just yet. "This is Sasha," Heavy said, motioning toward his minigun, "She is good. I use only the best bullets for her." He ran a hand down the gun affectionately, spinning the barrel for a second, as if lost in thought as he inspected the gun. But Heavy turned to Natascha, smiling at her fondly now, "This is Natascha." Medic nodded, already knowing each of Heavy's guns, but he didn't interrupt. "She is good too. Helps with Scouts," he patted the gun fondly before turning to the shot gun, "I do not have name for her." He ran a finger down the handle, chuckling softly. "She is always there," he said, "Even when Sasha runs out of ammo, she is there." He turned to his boxing gloves patting them lovingly. "These are my weapons, I know them well," he said before turning to Medic, "I love them." He finally turned to Medic, placing one large hand on Medic's shoulder. "They were all I loved," he said, "Until doktor."

Involuntarily, Medic looked away, feeling his face heat up. Heavy just confessed his love to him, he said it while sober and that serious look in his eyes. It wasn't Spy saying that Heavy loved him. In fact, had Spy ever said that he loved him? Medic tried to take a step back, but Heavy was still holding onto his shoulder, not allowing for such movement.

"Doktor," Heavy said, moving closer. Medic shook his head biting his lip as he avoided eye contact. But Heavy moved closer, leaning down as his forehead rested against Medic's. "No," he said, "Medic." He couldn't stand it anymore. "Spy is not good for you," he stated firmly, running a coarse thumb against Medic's cheek.

Chuckling, Medic looked up at Heavy, asking earnestly, "And… you are?"

"Da," Heavy said quietly, "I know doktor. I love doktor." He cupped Medic's cheek, tilting his head up. Their faces not even an inch away now.

Resting a hand on Heavy's chest, Medic smiled, saying quietly, "Ja. I know…"

"Then what is the matter, doktor?" Heavy asked, searching Medic's eyes, trying to understand, "What is problem?" And Medic couldn't think of any good reason why not. What was really holding him back? Spy really wasn't that great of a match for him, even if Medic liked to pretend he was. And he didn't pull away as Heavy leaned in. Instead he wrapped his arms around Heavy's neck, helping to close the gap. He couldn't resist anymore. He could tell that Heavy was inexperienced, but what he lacked in that department, he made up for in sincerity. He held Medic close, big arms wrapped about Medic's waist. But Heavy was getting eager. He pushed Medic against the wall, still kissing him, not caring that it jostled his guns. "Did… I hurt… doktor?" he asked between kisses, pausing to straighten Medic's glasses.

Medic shook his head, laughing quietly before removing his glasses, holding them in one hand, "Dummkopf." He kissed Heavy gently, running a hand across Heavy's head—what a pity he didn't have hair to hold onto, but he was used to that by now—and pulled the other closer.

However, Heavy wasn't satisfied. He murmured, "Can't be comfortable for doktor." He shifted about, picking Medic up as if he were as light as a teddy bear. He set the doctor down on top of a two tiered desk, below them was a bunch of controls and and above there was a blank screen that came to life whenever the Announcer felt like it. She was a tricky woman.

"Zhat is better," Medic admitted sheepishly, smiling at the blur in front of him that just had to be Heavy. Twirling his glasses about in his hand, Medic smiled up at Heavy. They were this far now but there was something nagging at him.

Heavy leaned in, returning to kissing Medic. His large hands radiated heat to Medic's shoulders and sides as they wandered about the other's body. He just wanted to hold Medic, to be close to him; it was all he ever wanted since he met Medic.

But then Medic said, "Nein." Heavy looked up, his heart stopping. He felt his throat catching, tightening as his stomach dropped. Heavy let go of Medic, his hands dropping lifelessly to his side. But before he could shift away lifelessly, Medic pulled him back, kissing him gently, "Heavy, I cannot, not yet." He ran a gloved finger across Heavy's cheek. "I must speak vis Spy," he said quietly.

"And then…" Heavy said, his expression lifting, "You are mine?" Medic nodded, kissing Heavy's cheek as he was pulled into a hug. The larger man let out a sigh of relief, ruffling Medic's hair as he stood there, embracing Medic. And Medic returned the loving touch, lingering in Heavy's arms, not wanting to go find Spy. "Doktor?" Heavy asked after a moment, pulling back slightly to look Medic in the eyes.

Running a hand through his hair, Medic nodded, answering, "I vill go." He kissed Heavy's cheek, giving his hand a little squeeze before setting off to find the masked man.

-Author's Note:

FanFiction messed it up so you can't do two hyphens in a row. Again. Which really pisses me off.

Also, I'm terribly sorry for the long delay! I've been rather busy. I only managed to finish this because I'm on vacation. OTL

Reviews are appreciated, guys.