Chapter 2 - Voice

Morning came quickly for the mercs, not just that but it was a very busy morning as well. They quickly prepared and loaded their equipment into the transport truck, getting ready to head back out to the battlefield. Their weekend was over and many of the men were excited to get back out there and do their jobs. Medic and Sniper were not part of that excitement, Medic because of the stress and Sniper because of the lack of action. As the doctor loaded his medi gun onto the truck, he looked over to the marksman's camper and watched as he checked the sights of his rifle to make sure it was aligned. Once satisfied he glanced to the truck and gave the German a reassuring nod before climbing into his camper and starting the engine. He always left first so he could set up for ranged support. When the camper left the base grounds, the others slowly piled into the truck, Medic being the last so he could make sure they had everyone. Once all were on, Heavy seated himself in the driver's seat and started the long drive to the battlefield they were assigned to.

It took what felt like ages to get to their encampment, but once there, they all climbed out and stretched their limbs, wishing the truck was bigger. Each man grabbed up his weapons and supplies and hauled them into respawn, filling the cupboards with the metal, bullets and medicines that they'd need as the day progressed. When the announcer came on and warned of the remaining set up time, they all geared up and prepared to begin. Scout stretched, Pyro flicked their flamethrower on, Spy checked his cloak, and Heavy spun Sasha's barrels. Medic took a deep breath and set his medigun on the large Russian, charging his uber for the release.

"START FIGHTING!" The announcer yelled as the gates opened and all the men let loose a symphony of war cries, charging out the gates like race horses being released.

A few hours after release, Medic had started to feel the stress taking it's toll on his mind and body. So many saveable situations stolen from him by a swift headshot or brutal explosion or even a sudden backstab. He trudged out of respawn and let out a heavy sigh before looking up to Sniper's nest. He felt a fluttering in his chest but he shrugged it off as just the stress and anxiety getting to him. He checked to see if there was anyone around, friendly or otherwise, before scurrying off to the base of Sniper's nest. He climbed the ladder and knocked on the trap door. Inside, the marksman grabbed his blade and shuffled toward the trap door.

"Who's theh?"

"Cornbread." Came the muffled response.

With a sigh of relief, Sniper put his blade down and opened the trap door, smiling down at the tired doctor, helping him up into the rather dark space. "Welcome to tha nest, doc." He greeted as he closed the trap door before returning to his place at the slotted windows, taking up his rifle again.

"It's razher dark."

"Has ta be, mate. Don't want tha rival snipah spottin' mah head so easily."

"Makes sense." Medic said as he sat on the flood under the windows to keep hidden. "I'll try to be as quiet as possible so you can focus, Herr Sniper."

"Thanks mate." Those were the final words said as the two settled in, the silence encompassing them like a tender hug with only the distant sounds of gunshots, explosions and screams filling the vacant air outside.

After a moment, the older man noticed a quiet mumbling, he quickly glanced at the younger man, confirming that it was him whom was mumbling to himself. At first Medic couldn't make out what he was saying, that is until the marksman's rifle fired off a shot with a sharp BANG.

"Hehehe, take that, ya bloody mongrel." His voice was quiet, breathy, and oh so deep, rumbling through the doctor's very soul and making his flesh tingle. Another shot. "I'm gonna turn ya inta coloured rain~" Another wave of goose bump inducing tingles. How could such a quiet and reserved man have such a pleasurable voice? Medic found himself needing to bite his hand to keep himself quiet, his cheeks blazing hot. He was thankful that Sniper's job essentially gave him tunnel vision.

Another shot fired off, Medic looked up at Sniper and watched as he fluidly pulled the hammer back, ejecting the spent round, and twirling a new bullet into the chamber before closing the hammer again. The skill on display only impressed him further. Then that voice sounded again. "You're gonna keep findin' yo'self belly up~" The imagery that flooded the doctor's mind bordered of pure perversion and fetishization. He hated that he loved the idea of this younger man speaking to him in that wonderful voice while pinning him down to the ground and having his way with him. And it was soon made clear to Medic that his body felt the same, a rising heat from his loins prompted him to stand, drawing the attention of Sniper.

"I-I'm feeling better now, Herr Sniper. I'm going to rejoin zhe ozhers. Keep save, liebe." A slip of the tongue prompted a harsh reddening of the usually cool and collected doctor's face. He quickly yet quietly, scurried to the door and climbed out of the nest. Sniper thought nothing of it, simply assuming that the older man was being honest, his lack of understanding of the German language being made obvious. When Medic got to the ground, he took a deep breath to calm himself down. The last thing he needed was to be caught with something stiff in his trousers.

"Zhat voice~." Medic whispered to himself. "Mein Gott, I vant to hear it again. I vill have to visit Herr Sniper more often~" He adjusted the front of his pants quickly, looking around constantly in case anyone were to appear from around a corner.

As the sun set over the horizon, the battle started to die down until finally the sky turned black and both teams retired for the night. Luckily, the on-site fridge had beer and some non-perishable foods for them to eat for dinner that night. With a patient head count, the men discovered that as usual Sniper was absent. The others usually wouldn't care that Sniper wasn't there but they weren't back at base, there was a risk of the enemy ambushing him in his nest. Medic was the first to volunteer to deliver food to the marksman, grabbing up something simple before heading out to the loner's perch. He knocked at the trap door and called in their password. The door opened and the doctor was helped inside.

"Herr Sniper. It's not safe to be by yourself here."

"I know. I was busy keepin' track o' the BLUs." He removed the scope from his rifle, peered through it a moment before offering it to Medic. "Their Spy and Engineer have been talkin' just outsoide of theh camp for a couple minutes now. Plottin' somethin' most likely."

Medic accepted the scope and looked through it, looking toward the enemy camp and spotting the pair that Sniper had mentioned. He tried to read their lips but it was far too dark to see clearly. Though he soon found out what they might've been talking about as the tall Spy leaned forward and very clearly placed a kiss to the Texan's cheek.

"Oh my~ Looks like zhe enemy Spy und Engineer are hiding a little secret from zheir teammates~."

"Whot happened?"

"Zhe Spy kissed zhe Engineer on zhe cheek. I imagine it vas not zhe first time, eizher."

"That's some prime blackmail material theh, doctah. It'll be very useful~." The Aussie basically purred those words in that voice that Medic loved so much, sending a pleasant shiver up the German's spine.

"J-ja. I vill be sure to hold onto it." His face was hot with a blush that was hidden by the darkness. "Oh! B-before I forget. I came to drop off your dinner. Zhough, knowing zhat zhe enemy team is still so active, perhaps it'd be smart to stay vizh you tonight, just in case zhey try somezhing."

"Awful kind o' ya, mate. Could always use a second pair o' eyes." The younger man accepted the meal and ate it up quickly. He had, luckily, prepared a minifridge in his nest so he could store beer and water while he was there. He reached over to it and took out a couple beers. "Ya thirsty, doc?"

Oh, more than you can imagine, meine liebe. The older man thought to himself as he watched the other. "A little bit. Danke, Herr Sniper." He accepted the beer, popped it open and took a swig. The taste was different than what was provided at the camp. It tasted stronger. "Sniper? How much alcohol is in this?"

"Ahm sorry if it's too strong fer ya, mate. I grabbed what I could from tha base. Guess I grabbed Demoman's beer by accident. I think it's his Scrumpy."

"It's quite alright. I don't mind it, it vill just be a little bit harder to vake up early tomorrow morning." The doctor admitted.

He wasn't one for late night drinking and Scrumpy was far too strong for him at that time of night. But he didn't want to be rude so he just sipped his beer and tried to ignore how tipsy he was becoming so quickly. It wasn't until midnight when he discovered that he'd emptied the entire bottle, his mind having become a wash of hazy thoughts and slurred words. The pair had been talking all night, cracking jokes and laughing together. They had gotten so deep into their conversation that they had leaned forward so they could put their whole focus on to the other. As the laughter died down, the fog in Medic's mind removed one filter that he had put up a while ago. Using the lull in the mirth, he leaned forward more and placed a quick and gentle kiss to Sniper's lips, catching the sharp shooter off guard. Upon pulling back from the kiss, the doctor realized what he'd done.

"Sheisse! I'm so sorry, Herr Sniper. The alcohol... it-" Before he could finish, the younger man closed the distance again and planted a firmer, lasting kiss to Medic's lips. Pulling back with a grin, Sniper spoke.

"Yer such a light weight, doc~." That beautiful voice returned. "And ya don't hide yer feelin's as good as ya think ya do." A palm of talented fingers glided up the doctor's thigh, coming to a stop at his hip where his thumb gently massaged the clothed flesh underneath. "I've noticed how ya look at me, doctah. With those needy ice blue eyes and th' adorable blushin'." That sly hand tugged Medic's lab coat open before targeting his button-up shirt underneath, sending shivers racing across his body. It was getting so close to his skin, the anticipation of it drove him mad. "Ya want a taste o' the outback, dontcha?" As though his mind couldn't have been even more foggy, having that deep and seductive voice be directed and used on him made the German's mind an even thicker haze of lust. Finally, the hand at his stomach had managed to fully undo Medic's shirt and gently caressed his skin. The contact made him suck in air between his teeth sharply.

"Mngh... Herr Sniper..." He whispered, his eyes lidded and barely taking in anything other than the ocean blue pools of Sniper's eyes.

"None of that now. You know mah real name~. So use it, Hans."

Medic didn't know how Sniper knew his real name but hearing him say it in that glorious voice made any questions about it fade away. "Kiss me again, Mick."

"Of course."

Another firm kiss was pressed against the German's lips, this time earning an eager response. Now that both of their resolves were down, the Australian grabbed the doctor by the hips and pulled him forward, making the shorter man sit on his lap as he tugged the lab coat off of the medic, draping it on the floor. Hans wrapped his arms around Mick's neck as he deepened the kiss, the flavour of the other man was so new and he loved it. Before he knew it, the marksman wrapped his arms around his waist, stood up and laid the doctor on top of his lab coat, the thinner form of the sniper hovering just above him. Their lips parted and Hans watched as his partner removed his own shirt before diving back down and planting a flurry of soft kisses to the German's neck, making shivers rush through him.

"Ha~ Mick... mmm..." Fingers tangled in scruffy black hair as the receiving male tilted his head to allow the other man more access to the sensitive flesh of his neck. How far were they going to go? Would they get caught? Did Hans care? No. He'd wanted this for a long time though it pained him that it took getting drunk for it to happen. The sharp sensation of pointed canines gently digging into his neck brought the doctor from his mind and lured an audible gasp from his throat. "Ah~! Again! Do zhat again, Mick!" He pleaded and let out a breathy moan as he got what he'd begged for.

A quick and precise hand tugged and undid both the doctor's and the marksman's pants, tugging both articles of clothing off, including the older man's undergarments. Despite the cool night air, both men stood proud, stiffened with blood and excitement, eager for attention. Spreading his lover's legs, Sniper nestled his hips between Medic's thighs as he lowered himself on top of him. The bare contact of their skin made Hans crave more. He wanted to be closer, to go beyond the flesh. He felt as though they were still not close enough. Mick's free hand slide along his partner's side, exploring what it could of his form before slipping down and between them to grasp their hardened shafts together, drawing a hungry moan from the doctor. They had both forgotten just how long they had been without physical contact like this, having been working as hired mercenaries for years and finding no time for personal matters. This strange, new contact was more than welcome to them. That gripping hand with it's firm and slightly rough palm slowly pumped along the hardened members, making both men groan from the pleasure. Hans gently lifted his lover's face and pressed a loving yet lustful kiss to his lips, almost pleading for more. Breaking the kiss and releasing his grip, Mick brought his hand up stuck two fingers into his mouth, wetting them before lowering his hand once more and prodding at his lover's entrance.

"Sorry, Luv. But lube isn't somethin' that naturally comes in th' supply crates." He slipped a finger into Medic's taut hole, easing the ring gently and bringing forth a symphony of moans from the other man. "Mmm~ I love how ya sing fer me, Hans~." Thrusting slowly, the finger eased and massaged the muscles inside the man's receptive entrance, soon joined by a second then a third. The more thickness was added, the louder the doctor moaned, that is until those fingers left his body and were quickly replaced with the teasing poke of the Aussie's ready shaft.

"Do it, meine liebe. Take zhe plunge~" Hans begged, wrapping a leg around the dominating man's hip. He didn't need to repeat himself as soon he found himself being stretched open and filled by his partner. "Fuck! Nimm mich, Mick, take me!" There was a momentary pause in the marksman's movements before suddenly his hips slammed forward, burying the whole length of his cock deep inside the doctor. Medic gasped loudly and let out an equally loud moan, his body shook with the mixture of pain and pleasure. "AH! Sheisse! Es schmerzt so gut!"

"Heh, don't need a translation fer that, luv. If ya wanted it ta hurt a little, ya shoulda said so~" That voice had gotten clearer and it shook through Hans' core, making his hair stand on end. A set of teeth grabbed a hold of the German's left ear lobe and lightly tugged as lithe hips pulled back before slamming forward again, beginning a steady pattern brought continuous pleasure to Medic's body. Desperate hands clung to his partner's back, his nails leaving slight claw marks in his skin, a part of him wished his nails were longer so he could mark Sniper as his with them.

Gradually, Mick's movements sped up and became progressively more erratic, his one free hand that wasn't supporting his body gripped his lover's hip tightly. He pulled Hans down with every thrust up, intensifying his motions. Medic had quickly devolved into a mess of lust, sweat and swearing, both in German and in English. Both of their minds were a haze with only one thing in focus, their nearing climaxes. Just before the end, the doctor pulled his marksman's head up and kissed his lips with deep passion, said marksman returning the kiss with even more passion. Then, like a massive wave crashing against a cliff, both men tensed and came together, Mick finishing inside whilst Hans messied his stomach. Grunting and moaning fell to panting and wheezing as the man on top flopped next to his partner, both staring blissfully at the dark ceiling, trying to catch their breath. Due to exhaustion and intoxication, the pair nestled into each other and passed out.

As morning came, Medic began to wake. He felt his fingers, then his arms, then suddenly he felt a pain in his rear and stiffness in his back. His eyes popped open and he found himself laying in his assigned bed in the base camp, fully clothed. His skin felt sticky and it instantly made him crave a long shower. His mind was a painful, fuzzy mess. He just barely remembered bringing Sniper dinner and accepting a beer from him but the rest was a blurry, drunken haze. As he sat up, the doctor looked around at the other beds, realizing he was the only man left in the room. He was late. He cursed under his breath as he leapt from his bed, rushed to the showers, threw on his field gear and ran out to join the other men. The first person he spotted was Heavy, the large Russian was hidden behind a boulder, his body littered with wounds and splattered with blood. Acting quick, Medic hid next to him and began to heal him with his medigun.

"Doctor is late." Came the baritone rumble of the large man.

"Es tut mir leid, Kamerad. I'm sorry. Herr Sniper und I had a drink last night."

"Doctor is light weight? Heavy not see that coming." He chuckled heartily. "But doctor is here now. Let's do it!"

"Jawohl! Lead zhe vay, mein freund!"

The duo readied up and charged into the field to meet the others, Heavy leading the way. They met up with Demoman, Pyro and Engineer as they hid in a small building where the Texan had set up a small recovery point with a sentry and dispenser. When they spotted Medic, the three mercs cheered.

"Boy, you musta done somethin' last night that tuckered ya right out." The shorter man commented.

"Ja, seems I can't hold my beer."

"Cheers, mate. Bettin' tha' watchm'n up theh swipped mah Scrumpy, dinn't 'e?" Demoman had clearly already partaken in a few glugs of alcohol before and during the fight, his typical slur and lack of grasp of words were intensified.

"If it is any consolation, Herr Sniper hadn't intended to grab your beer, Herr Demo."

"Ah, i's alls right. Ahm jus' glad we gots our medic wit' us now."

The doctor nodded and topped up the three teammates health before he nodded to Heavy as a sign that he was ready to continue forward. Now, with the other three in tow, the pair pushed forward, fighting back a few enemy troops before finally happening upon the rest of the ground team, Soldier, Scout and Spy. When the Frenchman spotted the approaching posse, he let out a sigh of relief.

"It is about time. I 'ad to 'old these two back from the front line. Ces idiots tried to push while they were injured."

"Ey! Who you callin' an idiot, idiot?" Scout tried to yell but quickly grabbed his side, indicating that his ribs were broken

"Schweigen, dummkoff! Once I heal you up, you can get back to zhe push." Medic grumbled as he healed the three men.

After all the healing, his medigun was ready for an Ubercharge. He focused his beam on Heavy and nodded. Now that the ground team was together, they charged for the front for one last push. When he spotted the enemy team, the German activated his Uber and followed closely behind his companion, watching him mow down every last BLU on the field. The whole team roared with victorious cheers as the announcer came on the horn and said.

"VICTORY!"

After so many losses, the RED team had finally secured a victory again, bringing on a wave of good moods all across the board. They all returned to the camp to celebrate that day's victory with beer and merriment. Medic however felt as though something was missing, and he was right. Sniper wasn't there. He thought that after a victory, the lonely bushman would have at least come down to congratulate them. A heavy sigh left him as he stood and excused himself from the others. Which in and of itself was a relief on him. So many people packed into such a tight camp did not mesh well his his anxiety. At headquarters, he could deal with it because everyone was more spread out but the small temporary camp was too close. He climbed up to Sniper's nest and knocked, giving the password and sliding up into the dark room.

"Heard you lot managed to net us a win. Good work!" The Australian complimented, seating himself on a box.

"Ja. Zhough, I sort of zhought you vould have joined us at zhe camp, or at least met us half way zhere to say zhat."

"I woulda but..." He trailed off, his mind seeming to dip into his memories for a moment. "...ya know how I feel 'bout crowds, doc. I can barely handle home base, tha camp would be too much fer me."

"Ja... I can understand zhat."

"Hey doc, b'fore ya head out, mind if ah ask ya somethin'?

"Go ahead, Herr Sniper."

"How mucha last noight do ya remember?" Sniper rubbed the back of his neck, he seemed to have gotten rather nervous all of a sudden.

"Uh... vell not much. I remember bringing you food and having a drink vizh you, zhen it sorta goes dark. Vhy do you ask, Herr Sniper?"

"Ah... no reason. I've... still got last noights dishes in here, is all."

"Oh. I'd be happy to take zhose vizh me. Ve're running a bit low down zhere." Medic collected the dishes from where Sniper had put them and waved as he left. "Bis morgen, Herr Sniper, see you tomorrow."

"Ah yeah... tomorrah." Once the door was closed, the marksman sighed. "He doesn't remember. Guess it doesn't mattah. It's not like it...meant anythin'." He muttered, turning his attention out the window.

The next day ran basically the same, though Medic would more often glance up at Sniper's nest, hoping that he was alright up there. He knew he usually kept the trap door locked but he knew that Spies were sly and would most likely find a way to get up there to ambush him. The sound of the loner's rifle going off was the only confirmation he had that he was still alive up there. The German was careful when he looked up there, making sure to hide himself before hand. Though sometimes he was still discovered and sent back to the respawn room. One time he was sent back, he groaned and rubbed the back of his neck. He was long overdue for a break. He peeked outside the room, checking for other people, before slipping away toward Sniper's nest. He quietly climbed up the ladder and knocked on the trap door, giving their password and crawling up into the dark room. Taking up his spot on the floor under the window, he slowly massaged his face and neck.

BANG!

The usually distant sound was so loud at such a close distance. Medic was surprised that Sniper hadn't started to lose his hearing.

"Not so smug now, are ya?" Sniper muttered under his breath.

Medic froze up, a shiver rushing up his spine. The timbre of that voice was so glorious, like thick honey. The slight growl brought a venom to it that the doctor couldn't resist. Why did the Aussie's voice have this effect on him? He didn't know but he knew that it felt incredible.

BANG!

Icy blues darted toward Sniper and needy ears awaited his muttering voice.

"Take that, ya greasy weasel."

Medic hadn't thought his voice could get any better but when Sniper spoke with clenched teeth, the sound made the blushing doctor bite his bottom lip, trying to silence any sounds that could come from him. It was harder then he thought as a quiet whimper escaped him. He could feel his body reacting already, heat rising from between his legs and his heart fluttering in his chest. Sniper's hearing was quick to pick up the whimper from the doctor, confusion dominated his mind before a sly smirk spread across his lips. He knew what the German was reacting to and he would make sure to take advantage of it. The sharp shooter quickly located another enemy and pulled the trigger, popping his head clean off.

BANG!

"I reckon yer gonna real use ta lookin' up at me~"

His intentional use of words brought out the reaction he was hoping for from the doctor next to him, the older man squirmed where he sat and brought his hand up to bite down onto it, a muffled groan rising from him. While Medic was distracted with trying to hide his reactions, the Australian slowly rested his rifle against the wall before turning to his companion.

"Ya know, if ya loike mah voice that much, ya shoulda said so, doctah."

Horrified shock played across the German's face. He was caught. Embarrassment settled into his skin as he reluctantly looked up at Sniper, his face as red as his gloves. The grinning man chuckled before offering his hand out to the doctor, whom accepted the hand shyly. Despite looking rather weak, Sniper managed to pull the denser man up onto his lap, holding him close and taking in his scent. Fond memories of the previous night filled his mind. Medic felt slightly awkward but soon wrapped his arms around his partner's neck, the instigating male planting his lips against the other's neck in a peppering of gentle kisses.

"Ah... Herr Sniper... What about zhe team?" He gasped softly, tilting his head away instinctively to give his companion more access to his neck.

"Whot 'bout 'em? Yer all I need, doc~" A playful nip at the fragile flesh of the German's neck brought out a quiet moan from him.

That voice, those lips, those teeth against his skin. All of it made the blushing man melt in Sniper's arms. He couldn't resist him. His body reacted on it's own as he leaned back enough to hold the Aussie's cheek and kiss his lips lovingly. There was no blaming alcohol this time, he needed Sniper so badly. Needed to feel his skin against his own. He was desperate for it, his hips grinding forward against his partner's. When the kiss broke, the men pressed their foreheads together, noses just barely touching, gazing into each other's eyes. Though Sniper would have loved to take Medic once more, he had to begrudgingly accept the fact that they were, in fact, on duty and simply couldn't risk getting caught by either side.

"Hate ta do this to ya, luv, but we can't go too far wit' this now. Someone maight catch us."

"I don't care, Herr Sniper."

"Ya should. Ever'one already thinks I'm a slackah, but if they caught ya up 'ere wit' me, they'd think ya'd be showin' favouritism t'ward me. It'd make 'em angry wit'cha. Ya don't wont that now, do ya?"

With a frustrated sigh, Medic said, "Nein. It vould only make my job harder." He looked deep into Sniper's eyes. "But promise me zhat ve vill pick zhis up later. Promise me, meine liebe."

The outdoorsman chuckled at his partner's insistence. "I promise, bushman's honour."

With the promise solidified, the pair kissed once more before Medic slipped off Sniper's lap and climbed down from the nest. The bushman grabbed his rifle once more, surveyed the battlefield and plucked an unlucky Demoman in the forehead.

"An' next time, I'll make sure ya remember it, luv." He spoke, as though to Medic.

"VICTORY!"

Another battle won. The whole of the RED team was feeling pumped and ready for more, but they knew that that was it for the day so they reluctantly marched back to camp. Dinner was bland as usual, but it was still food. Medic brought Sniper his dinner but before anything could happen between them that night, they were interrupted by a voice from down below.

"HEY, DOC, SNIPES! SPY'S CALLIN' A MEETIN'! SOMETHIN' 'BOUT A PHONE CALL FROM THE BIG BOSS! GET YER OLD ASSES DOWN 'ERE!" Screamed the ever annoying Scout.

The pair groaned before climbing down from the perch and shuffling into the base. The rest of the team were gathered around, waiting for the two men to arrive. Medic and Sniper were curious what the phone call could have been about. Spy, who stood at the front of the group looked up at the doctor and marksman before explaining that, despite having just recently gotten there, they had already gotten another assignment that was of higher priority. When asked where they were going, the men were informed that they would be going north, far north. So far north that they'd end up arriving in the dead of winter. Then when they asked when they'd be leaving, Spy simply stated that the train was going to pick them up in the morning to allow a fill in squad to take their place. The Frenchman advised the others that it would be wise to scrounge up some warm clothes and extra pocket money for the frequent stops the train would most likely be making. Spy admitted that he wasn't told exactly what their assignment was but he was told that it was of vital importance for them. The Frenchman looked to Sniper and recommended he sleep with the group that night to ensure everyone's safety. Sniper simply grumbled and agreed to stay at camp that night, glancing at Medic quickly. The men dispersed and huddled into their sleeping areas. Though the marksman chose to follow the doctor to where he slept, the pair snuggling into each other as they slowly drifted off to sleep.