DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A WORK OF FAN-FICTION NOTHING MORE. TEAM FORTRESS 2 BELONGS TO VALVE CORPORATION.
Names: (Story was started on 29 November 2010, not all characters have been named hence the need to come up with own names)
Spy: Andre
Heavy: Sokov
Sniper: Nigel
Soldier: Jane Doe (as stated in Team Fortress Wiki)
Medic: Landric Metzger
Demoman: Tavish DeGroot (as stated in Team Fortress Wiki)
Engineer: Dell Conagher (as stated in Team Fortress Wiki)
Pyro: Pyro
Scout: Dillan
OC: Toskia Van der Meer
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CHAPTER 12
A Team Fortress 2 Fan-fic
Dear Readers,
As MidNight has stated "for something M-rated for sex, drugs and violence there isn't enough on here." All right, I shall add more.
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It was in the wee hours of the morning. Nigel lay in his bunk, the blue-grey morning mist was still present on the horizon when he turned his head to look out the window. Night was just leaving. He was a light-sleeper. Even though last night was highly eventful and tiring, it was just his training. It was how he was able to sleep and wake fast on very long missions.
He was sure that his other team mates would still be soundly asleep. The physical tests had affected him as well, his muscles were aching, with a dull pain every time he moved. But it was not as much as how his heart longed for Toskia.
He shifted on his bed beneath his sheets. He could see her vividly in his mind's eye. Last night he got an even better view of her muscular and scarred body, how her pale and firm flesh moved as she fought, and then how she proudly carried herself when she went back to her quarters. He was hopelessly drawn to her, like a moth to a fire.
Nigel opened his mouth to breath with his eyes squeezed shut. His hand had found itself on his hardening groin, and he groped himself roughly. In his mind he could picture her face, and the feel of her warm writhing body against his. The sound of her breathing and gasps...
The Sniper remembered her mentioning to him that she also was a light sleeper, because her profession sometimes required her to actually sleep at the area at which she was going to break into when the time was ideal.
He groaned as he got out of his bed, his arousal shamelessly pushing through his thin night clothing. His hand was still on it, he squeezed and stroked it guiltily enjoying the pleasurable sensation.
"No." He thought to himself. He would not waste himself like this. He grimaced at having to control his need to masturbate and relieve his lust, and went to take a cold shower. He wore his night shirt again.
His intent was to visit Toskia in her room while it was still dark, and he did precisely that.
"Toskia?" he called her softly through her closed and locked door, after knocking it with his knuckles a few times.
"Nigel, is that you?"
He heard shuffling in her room. Then the clicking of her door being unlocked, before it opened partially. Her hazed blue eyes were still half closed, and she said, "Good morning."
He let himself in, and she showed little or no objection to that as the door closed behind him. He meaningfully locked the door, the clicks sounding clearly. Their eyes met. In the dark he initiated a kiss with her. "Good morning sheila."
"Why have you come here Nigel?" she asked gently. She flexed and stretched her stiff shoulders, trembling abit. She was cold and disoriented since she had just risen from sleep.
"I've just been missing being alone with ya." He looked at her affectionately, his naive blue eyes following the neckline of her night shirt. "Will you let me hold you...?"
She appeared to give him consent, pulling him with her to her bunk, holding both his hands in the greyish-blue light. Nigel blushed when she pulled off her standard Blue team cotton night shirt, revealing her body.
He climbed into the bed with her, and she pulled the warm blanket over the two of them.
She said, "Keep me warm, I'm cold."
Nigel pushed her beneath him, and laid his head next to her face. Their bodies rose and fell as they breathed. His heart was fluttering pleasantly, he felt so content with her! It was as though nothing could go wrong in the world. All there was, was perfect harmony.
"Toskia... I like you."
"You're a good friend Nigel." she replied softly, her warm hands trailing down his back to his waist. But her eyes seemed to say otherwise, looking away from his, turning to the side.
He gripped her tighter at that and whimpered nudging his nose against hers, "But I want more. I want you to feel the same way I do!" He could feel her breath on the skin of his face.
"Why? What is there to feel, am I not in your arms now?" was her quiet reply, her lips barely moving. With that, she brought her open mouth to his neck and tasted his skin.
"Mmm." He savoured the sensation it gave him, and he pushed. "I lio'ke you. I have feelings for ya girl."
She grimaced at that began to push him off her, shifting uncomfortably. She wore a startled frown on her face just visible in the dark. "Why did you have to say that, you have ruined the moment."
He was hurt by that, yet still aroused and lusty by the warmth of her body. He firmly pinned her down onto her bed and kissed her. "Because I want to." he said defiantly.
The two stared at each other in the dark, the tension was rising.
Feeling his warm erection against her thigh, Toskia asked quietly, staring straight into his eyes. "What do you want from me?"
"All of you." came the vague and breathless reply.
Her hand squeezed his buttock. "I am here."
The Sniper closed his deep blue eyes and kissed her lips once, drawing away to look at her. He felt his heart breaking in bitter disappointment, "you don't feel the same way do you?"
"You are a good friend Nigel, I can't." She breathed.
He was confused by that statement, was not a lover the same as a friend of whom one was intimate with and cared about?
She continued, massaging his tensed up shoulders and kissing his neck. "I love you... as a friend Nigel. I can't feel more than that."
"But–" he began and was silenced with her hand grabbing his groin which was increasingly throbbing harder with lust. He gasped, "W-will you ever feel more for me?"
"I'm sorry." she said. Her hand was still feeling his sensitive privates. She was trying to distract him.
His heart wrenched as if having a bullet go through it, yet he writhed in arousal as her hand kneaded his stiff erection through his thin cotton clothing. "I still love you." he insisted.
"You have to control your feelings then." she pressed her lips over his and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his willing mouth and feeling his tongue meet hers.
He moaned at the taste of her, pulling at her and possessively grinding against her. His most base needs were surfacing fast. "I can't..." he said those words in passionate anguish. Nigel's heart was pounding faster.
Toskia was pulling up his night shirt, but he caught her hand and tried to stop her from continuing with her passion play. He would not let her change the subject. Even with her hand groping him, through his underwear he said through his teeth, "why won't you- why can't you love me?"
With surprising force, she pushed him off herself, and changed positions with him, the blanket rustling. She did not answer. In a manner lacking any romantic sentiments, she flipped up his night shirt and began to suck him.
"Argh." Nigel threw his head back as he forced her mouth off his hot and pulsing member. As he did so, he felt her teeth graze the sensitive head of his phallus.
"I see you will not let me change the subject." she said. She looked up at him, both her hands on his thin but strong thighs.
Looking at her pink parted lips, Nigel breathed heavily. "No I won't." He pulled her into a stifling and yet affectionate embrace.
Kissing his sweaty neck, she said, "Because I can't."
"Why?" He struggled to keep his thoughts together, feeling her firm hand stroking his excited member. His breath came in rags.
"There's someone else."
He held her wrist, feverishly trying to make her stop, and gasped when she again, squeezed his turgid flesh. "I-it's Landric isn't it?"
She nodded once without stopping. She was impressed that he could still think straight with all she was doing to him.
"But why, he's not good for you. What kind of s-sick person lets a team member be on drugs...?" Nigel was shocked and incredulous.
"Enough of this talk. More sex."
He groaned in physical pleasure, but in stabbing emotional hurt as she had her way with him. She began to unbutton the collar of his night shirt, kissing his mouth in the process.
She was in love with their Medic? But why? In so short a time?
Upset and with his heart beating faster, he angrily grabbed her soft breasts and pinched her nipple. He felt as though he wanted to punish her by raping her, he felt like she needed to feel what he felt.
But it would only be rape if she was unwilling, and it would not happen. She responded by kissing him more forcefully, causing slight pain in biting his tongue.
Laying on their sides, while he was inside her, he stared at her longingly. This was the closest he ever felt himself get to another human being. This was different from all the rest, this was with a person he cared much about, of whom he felt had common interests with him. Their throbbing sexual organs fitting together, like a lock and key made of warm flesh.
Breaking apart a kiss, he thrust into her in a needy, animalistic manner. It was an irony, he had her right there with him, but it was not enough, he wanted more.
Both her hands were on his hard shoulders, kneading them apologetically. She watched his expression, he was sweating from lust and desire, but his face... His half-closed eyes showed anguish and disappointment. As though he could not accept a hard and horrible truth jabbed at him.
Toskia's body jerked at his thrusts, she grimaced feeling his firm member go in and out her hurting and wet sex, forceful and unforgiving. He looked as though he was frowning at her, and it was not from the effort of coupling.
Feeling pain mingled with pleasure, she cried, "Nigel..."
He began to moan agitatedly, not letting up. He felt his blood pounding in his temples, rushing throughout his body. This was crazy and confusing. His groin and thighs were aching pleasantly, but she was so tight even though she was wet enough... She began to cry out.
"Stop it Nigel! You're hurting me!"
He felt her hand clap across his face sharply, it brought him back down to earth despite him so close to ejaculating. He gasped and blinked, reluctantly withdrawing his penis from her, a string of their sexual fluids linking them together still. He was numb, physically and emotionally.
"I-I'm sorry Toskia..." He panted, running his knuckle against her pink cheek. It was still dark, the sun had not risen yet.
Beneath him, she flopped her head back onto her pillow. She closed her eyes breathing heavily as well. "I am too."
"I should go now sheila..." He made to leave, but felt her hands reassuringly took hold of his forearms.
"I'm not that uncaring." she said. She gently changed positions with him and held his tired erection. "But... this has gone far enough Nigel. This is the last time we do anything like this."
The Australian's body relaxed under her, but his heart was overflowing with agony. He moaned softly as she pumped her hand up and down his swollen member. She kissed him again, running her hard tongue over his, while her hand glided expertly upon his hard muscle. She played with his flushed foreskin and sensitive head.
The throbbing in his groin grew stronger, and Nigel held her free hand. His eyes were shut tight, and he moaned to her that he was coming. He felt the familiar spasms ensue, as his watery white seed spurted out. Then, he felt her hand let go of him.
"What about you?" He felt for her moist pubic area, and then fleetingly touched her sweet spot. "I'm sorry I hurt you..."
She sighed at his touch and shook her blond head once.
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SOMETIME BEFORE DR. METZGER JOINS THE BLUE TEAM AS THE MEDIC...
It is in Stuttgard, Germany. Landric sits in his home study reading a letter from an unknown company called "BEACON."
Greetings Dr. Landric Metzger,
We at BEACON are pleased to inform you that we have a job opening suiting your abilities and achievements. Your talents have caught our discerning eyes and we have head-hunted you.
Please, meet our assistant at the address and time stated on our business card in the envelope. If you do join, you will be paid well under our employment.
Yours sincerely,
Operations Department,
BEACON
Landric blinked and adjusted his black round glasses. Working in an ordinary hospital was taking its toll upon him. He hated that infernal place, and much less the sorry patients who came in and left through its doors.
His compassion had been lost years ago. He could not care less whether his patients in the operating theatres survived or not. Not that he did botched jobs on purpose or did not perform his best... But there was nothing new... Nothing exciting, no discoveries to be made, or unpredictable experiments to conduct.
As one of the top surgeons, he attempted to rebel once, and not wear his surgical mask and cap. He was about operating like so the whole day, and no-one gave a damn. No-one even told him off or reported him. Boring! He may as well went topless. The thought was most entertaining, but he knew he would never do such a thing ever.
The routine was as plain, as straight, and as predictable as a dead brown wooden ruler.
Perhaps BEACON would be a more interesting workplace? Perhaps it was a private medical facility? He grinned his iconic grin showing his teeth. He would find out in the job interview then, of what was it all about.
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End of Chapter 12
