Badwater Basin was one of those maps that the Medic found was on the bottom of her "favorite locations" list. The dust flying up in her face as the Demoman rushed into battle was not nearly as bad as the blinding light that kept flashing in her eyes every time she turned her head and her glasses caught the sun. It was just bright enough to not necessarily blind her but it gave her a headache and it was an inconvenience to her and to her team. Of course, it wasn't as nearly as much of an annoyance as the BLU team was since they continued to give her grief. They done so since the moment they had arrived.

More specifically, the BLU Heavy.

He had been too nice. He had let her go on more than one occasion and it was grating on her nerves to know he was willing to offer her mercy when she would have sliced his throat without a second thought. This was their jobs, to tear at each other and to kill each other for money. They were mercenaries, this was a war– not a good portion of her team had ever been in a war but it was a war nonetheless. But they could not discuss it. Not like this, on the battlefield. Not when the timer was ticking and the Heavy was too preoccupied with his own doctor to move the cart to take down RED's defenses. They had no time.

But now they had time to talk now that an Ubersaw was at his neck and he was losing blood after the Sniper's arrow had miraculously struck him, knocking him down in a room near the first checkpoint (the sneaking approach didn't suit him at all). The Sniper had seen her going towards the Heavy and so, she assumed the doctor could finish him off. BLU team was already nearing the third checkpoint but the Medic knew her team could wait just a moment while she spoke him. Sniper was kind like that, she supposed.

"Why?" Medic demanded, wasting no time in speaking her mind and demanding an answer, her free hand pressing down on his wrist while her other hand tightened its grip on the saw. "Why do you keep sparing me?"

The Heavy was stone-faced and taut, the dark frown never leaving his face as she dug her nails through her gloves into his wrist. It had hurt (he shouldn't have been surprised at how strong she was and yet...) but it wasn't pain, not like what he had experienced in his youth, and she would not get to know that. And he wouldn't tell her, not like this.

She did not fancy this, the silence. She wanted it to end. Without another word, she twirled the Ubersaw in her hand and quickly swung the base of it at his head, a horrid crack being heard as he yet out a hiss of pain and a Russian curse.

"Answer me, damn it!"

The Medic was being cruel. This was not like her. She would have gladly toyed with him and asked in a fluttery voice with a innocent smile just what the hell he was doing but she was too mad, too filled with an irateness for a question without an answer. There was almost a feeling of victimization had she not spoken again.

"You care about me."

The BLU Heavy finally spoke at this: he laughed.

It was a bitter jeer, if anything, like an offensive joke had been told and Heavy was at it's expense. "You wish." He said, finally smiling– no, smirking at her.

The Ubersaw was at her side and she tightened her grip, getting ready to rip a few spinal disks out of his torso right through his stomach, "I wanted an answer. I did not become a mercenary for someone to just look at me and feel mercy and then just- just let me go, as if I wasn't a danger!" She barked, deciding to bring up the Ubersaw to press against his throat once more, "I wanted to talk but you-you–" Her sentenced had trailed and it was then that she realized that she gotten close enough to him that their noses were almost touching. They were both breathing hard, though the Heavy had only spoken not more than two words to her. The sun was out now but that was not the direct cause of the heat between them.

Medic had neglected to remember just how strong the BLU Heavy truly was until he had moved his trapped hand with no effort and she found herself on the floor, out of air for a moment and the Ubersaw now across the room. It had happened so fast, she barely had time to gasp at the quickness of it. He reached up, grabbing the arrow and taking it out, a spurt of blood flying out and staining the front of the Medic's chest, and he kneeled down, his hand now at her throat.

It was quiet. There was silence for far too long and the Medic had gripped his wrist though he was not strangling her. She had brought her leg for kick him in the gut as an attempt to escape and for retaliation but it had brushed past something. Something… hard.

Perhaps that explained the heat.

"Does getting hit like a bitch turn you on, Herr Heavy?" She asked, finally smiling before ending the sentence with a laugh.

The frown was back on his face but he had leaned closed, almost close enough to kiss her when he spoke, "You have been thinking it."

It would have been a lie to say the thought had never crossed her mind but she did not answer directly, "You initiated it." she said.

The entire event was fast, was rapid in it's descent from an "argument" to something along the lines of hate sex. Teeth marks were littered on her neck and shoulder while her coat had been "taken" off (it was more ripped off, if anything), her pants barely hanging onto one leg, and the Heavy worked his mouth by dragging his tongue across her clit, along with the occasional bite on her thighs.

Medic gripped at his head with one hand and the other was used to prop herself up as she wrapped her legs around him, biting her lip and watching the BLU eat her out.

There could not be enough words to make sense of the whole situation– the entirety of it was... obscene. They were enemies and yet they were attracted to each other as if they were lovers. For every bite he gave that was so desperately close to drawing blood, she would only beg for more; for every caress of her breasts that drew out a moan, the Heavy was more persistent in earning the lovely sounds she made; for every curse she gave him, he would gladly return it.

An eternity had passed (though it been only a couple minutes; the Administrator had just announced the five minute mark) and the Medic had eventually thrown her head back to let out a final yell, her eyes shut tight, and on her back as her climax hit. Her toes had curled and her nails were practically tearing out his skin as he ceased his actions and the Medic had let him lose. She was left panting as the Heavy sat up, staring down at her and panting himself.

It was quiet except for their pants and Medic had finally opened her eyes, looking at the Heavy before laughing breathlessly, "Do you like what you see?" she asked, lifting her foot to press the tip of it under his chin.

"I am not done." He only said before grabbing her legs once more, a rather stern look on his face still though it had lessened from that earlier and was more… relaxed, you could say.

The RED could only raise her arms and laugh again, although it was more of a giggle if anything, "Then take what you want. After all, your team only has five minutes left, Schweinhund."