Chapter 3: Train

As morning came, Medic woke to find that Sniper was not next to him. He was confused by this since the marksman had said that he wasn't a morning person. Had he gotten up earlier to avoid them being found out? Regardless of his reasoning, the doctor let loose a sigh of disappointment. He'd hoped to cuddle with him before they had to start packing but since he had chosen to leave, Medic had no choice but to start getting ready for the train's arrival. He got up and started to pack up his things, placing item after item into bags and suitcases. That is until a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and a chin rested on his shoulder. He looked down at the arms and instantly recognized the sleeves as those belonging to Sniper's favourite hoodie. With a warm smile, the German looked over his shoulder at his partner.

"I vas vorried you vouldn't come back, liebe."

"I wouldn't jus' court an' ditch someone as handsome as you, doc~. Yer special an' I don't plan ta let anyone swipe ya up from undah mah nose." A soft kiss was pressed to the doctor's neck pulling a quiet moan from him.

"You know, zhe train doesn't really have many private areas. Und ve are alone here now~"

"Heh, ya cheeky buggah~ Awright, but le's make a game of it." He lowered his voice, playing into his doctor's obsession with it. He neared his ear and whispered. "Try not ta get too loud an' next time, I'll make ya scream yer lungs out. How's tha'?"

"Sounds more like a challenge, mein schatz~ One of which I'll gladly take on."

With a single swift manoeuvre, the Australian spun his partner around, lifted him up and seated him on a now empty desk, planting a firm and lustful kiss to his lips while nestling his hips between Medic's legs. Said legs wrapped around the marksman's hips and pulled him closer. Idle hands unbuttoned the surgeon's shirt before caressing the toned form underneath. Their kiss broke as Sniper slipped down to attack his lover's neck, the shuddering doctor supporting himself with one hand behind him and another wrapped around his partner's torso. He hated that he had become so touch starved, every motion from the Aussie's hands sent quakes all across Medic's form, fields of goose bumps rippling over his skin. The German had to bite his bottom lip to keep himself quiet since his hands were busy keeping him from falling backward. The recognizable sound of a fly coming undone made heat flare to life in both men. They were really doing this, no alcohol involved, they were going to both remember this time. Sniper pulled his lover's pants down, pulling one leg off entirely so the clothing wouldn't get in the way. Before even addressing his own trousers, the bushman tended to his lover's package, stroking it's length a few times before slipping his middle finger down to tease the other man's awaiting entrance, pressing and easing slightly before carefully slipping the devious finger inside. Medic's face darkened to a deep red as a desperate hand tried to seal his mouth closed, muffling the startled yet pleasured moans that tried to escape him. He wanted that prize and he was determined to get it.

"Heh, thought I had ya wit' tha' one." The devilishly deep voice taunted. "Looks loike I'm gonna have ta up the ante~"

Sniper slipped in a second finger, then a third, thrusting them deeply and stretching Medic out a bit. The struggling doctor contained increasingly louder moans with his hand over his mouth, his body reacting all too well to the stimulus, hips rolling and erection flexing against his abdomen. The only relief he got was when the sharp shooter pulled his talented fingers out so he could undo and lower the waistline of his own pants, allowing his excited girth freedom from the tight confines of his clothing. He jerked himself a few times before pulling his lover's hips closer. A hot, wet tongue glided over the German's neck before that perfect voice returned.

"Ready fer tha real challenge, doc?"

A shiver and needy nod were all the confirmation Mick needed. He lined up and pressed inside, stretching Hans open once more. Were it not for that determined hand over his mouth, the medic would have let loose a choir of moans. He could feel every millimetre of Mundy's length burrow into his body, his stomach happily accommodating him. Once fully sheathed inside the doctor, the Aussie laid his lover back onto the desk so he could get a better angle. With one hand gripping Ludwig's hip, the dominating man began to thrust, pulling almost fully out before slamming forward once more. The glorious impacts inside his intestines made suppressing his vocalizations even harder than before, one hand came up to grip the back of the desk for some sort of support whilst the hungry bushman ravaged his body. Only once the rhythm was getting started, a knock came from the door, startling the flustered doctor. Mick leaned down and whispered into the other man's ear.

"Go on, ask who it is, luv. Pretend ahm not even here~" Another challenge, a challenge to maintain a normal voice while being pounded by his lover. Hans couldn't resist the challenge to his abilities.

Taking a deep breath, Medic called out, trying to hide any sounds of pleasure. "Who is it?"

"It is Heavy, doctor. Engie said train will come in ten minutes."

"Mmm~ I'm gonna make ya cum long before tha train does~" Salt in the wound and a clear obstacle the doctor had to hurdle over.

"Ah... Zhank you, Heavy. I vill not take much longer."

"Ya got that roight, doctah~" That one almost allowed a moan to escape the medic but he managed to hold it back.

Trying to hear over the panting, Hans made sure the heavy weapons guy had properly left before addressing Mick directly. "Du kluger arsch~" He whispered, a droplet of venom in his tone, being heavily diluted with quiet moans and panting. All he got in response was a raspy chuckle.

Soon, the pair's pace quickened. Thrusts got faster, harder, more desperate for release. Panting became laboured from both men. Then came a sharp and firm bite to Medic's neck, those razor-like canines digging into his sensitive skin and marking him. The bite tossed the doctor over the edge of euphoria, racking an intense orgasm over his very soul. He wanted to scream but the challenge was still in effect so he contained it painfully. The clenching organs inside the German triggered the sharp shooter's own orgasm, making him spill his load deep inside his partner. The pair panted hard in a near fruitless attempt to regain their composure. As Mick released Hans' neck, the blissful doctor smirked and caressed the bite mark.

"Vhat do you zhink?" He asked between breathes. "Does it look good on me?" Medic teased, referring to the very visible mark on his neck, despite not being able to see it himself yet.

Sniper chuckled again before leaning forward, gently bumping his nose to the German's. "It looks bloody lovely on ya, luv. Truly a badge of honour~"

"Good. I vould hate for it to look awful. After all, it vas a gift from somevne I love very deeply." He closed the gap between them and kissed his sniper lovingly, receiving a kiss in return.

Clean up was quick and redressing just as much so. With one quick final kiss, Sniper slipped out of Medic's room and back to his camper to finish packing up, the doctor doing the same in his own room. Once packing was done, the satisfied German left his room and walked down the path to the train station, meeting up with the others of his team, spotting the handsome Aussie pulling up in his camper. He'd nearly forgotten that the train could also haul the marksman's mobile home. There may be a private place for them on the train after all.

"Doctor!" The baritone voice called out happily. Heavy was always recognizable.

"Guten morgen, Herr Heavy! Did you sleep vell, mein freund?"

"Da! Heavy sleep like little baby!"

"Ah gut! Vouldn't vant you falling asleep before zhe train arrives." Medic giggled lightly, the larger man adding his own hearty chuckle in with it.

It wasn't long before the train finally arrived. As the RED team filed into the train, Sniper situated his camper in the vehicle storage car. Once he'd managed to park it and begin to secure the vehicle down, the Aussie was joined by Engineer who made sure the mobile home was safe. The Texan would ask questions but would only receive one word answers or simple grunts. Catching the hints, the American stopped asking questions, instead telling the Australian that it would be wise to stick with the rest of the team. Engineer informed him that he had spotted the enemy team also boarding the train. What ever their assignment was, it was clear that they would be dealing with the same rival team. The pair left the vehicle car and headed for the passenger car where the others were. The short man entered a compartment that was given to the defence class mercs, leading Sniper to believe he needed to find the room for those in the support class, where Medic and Spy would be. Once he found the compartment, only Spy was in the room.

"Where's Medic?" He asked, taking a seat across from the Frenchman.

"Monsieur Medic was invited to le dining car by zhe fat man." Came the disinterested response. Spy was reading a magazine.

"Shoulda figured. Those two are really close friends."

"If I didn't know better, I would say they were closer then just friends, mon amie. But I do know better." A set of devious eyes peered over the magazine at the bushman.

Sniper flinched. Just how much did Spy know? He knew he was clever but he and Medic had been careful about their still budding relationship. And now with those soul piercing eyes staring daggers at him, the Aussie found his throat clenching. He wanted to ask how much he knew but his voice just wasn't there.

"I see I 'ave activated your anxiety, Monsieur Sniper. And don't give me zhat look. You are terrible at trying to act like an extrovert." the spy set his magazine down beside him and stood, stepping closer to Sniper. "I 'ad a feeling you weren't as level as zhe others." Catching the marksman off guard, the masked man seated himself on Sniper's lap, the Australian leaning back to try to maintain some distance. "If it was sex you wanted, you could have come to me, espèce de sale homme."

Thinking quickly, Sniper smirked and leaned forward a bit, much to Spy's joy. He reached back and placed a hand on the other man's rear. As the sneaky man began to close the distance, he felt that hand leave his body, making him hesitate. Quickly, he learned why Sniper had removed his hand, as soon the Frenchman found his own switch blade pressed against his neck.

"If I had mah kukri in here, I would have grabbed it instead of yer sorry excuse of a knife." The smirk had vanished from the assassin's face, an expression of anger replacing it. "Ya may know about th' doctah and I's relationship but ya don't know me, spook. Professionals don't cheat. Remember that, wankah." He shoved Spy off his lap, stood and tossed the knife to the floor, the blade stabbing into the carpet between the masked man's legs. With a threatening growl, the taller man left the room and walked toward the dining car.

Sniper slipped into the dining car and instantly spotted Medic and Heavy, the pair were talking and laughing. At the sight of his doctor laughing at something the other man said, the marksman's chest clenched and his nose wrinkled. Was this jealousy? He knew not to be jealous of Heavy. He was only Medic's friend. Right? The laughing became louder. An audible snarl escaped the lanky man. Why was he so jealous? So possessive? He and the German had only just started getting serious, he shouldn't be this possessive so soon. Then again, their entire relationship had only been built in a few days. He forced himself to take a deep breath and proceed down the isle, picking a seat not far from the pair and well within eyeshot of Medic. He was sure they had seen him, how couldn't they have? He idly picked something from the menu and leaned back in his seat, his sharp ears listening in on the other men's conversation.

"After tour, will doctor return to Germany?" asked the deeper voice.

"I'm not sure, mein freund. I don't really have much to return to. I might stay and travel Norzh America. Might even travel to other parts of zhe vorld, too."

"Doctor talk about a vacation. Heavy would join, but family in Siberia need him."

"If I go to Siberia, I might just give you a call. No point in paying for a hotel vhen you have a friend who lives zhere." Medic laughed, the larger man joining in.

"Da! Heavy could introduce doctor to mother and sisters!"

Meeting family? Wasn't that something couples did? Sniper grumbled to himself. He had no doubt that his parents weren't likely to live too much longer if he were to go back. They were up there in years. He doubted that, even if they accepted his choice in partner, they wouldn't be alive long enough to meet him properly. He slipped out of his mind's thoughts when he noticed the sound of movement from in front of him. The waitress brought the marksman what he had selected. He gave a nod just before she left then returned to his eavesdropping. He hated to do this to Medic but his jealousy was too strong.

The large man stretched his limbs, at least that's what it sounded like to Sniper, the grunting followed by a deep exhale was hard to miss. "Heavy need nap. Doctor coming?"

"Ah, it's quite alright, Herr Heavy. I'll stick around in here a bit."

"Alright. Heavy will see doctor later." The man stood, the seat creaking as he did. Heavy clomping foot steps faded then he heard the door close behind the man.

Sniper, eating what he'd ordered, continued to listen. He heard the German shuffle in his seat before those recognizable boots trod on the floor, growing louder. He was approaching the sharpshooter. From the corner of his vision he saw the form of the doctor stop beside him. The shadow draping over his table indicated that Medic was leaning over him. Sniper smirked before turning his head upward, tilting his hat back with a pair of fingers. What he was greeted with caught him a by surprise as Medic leaned further down to place a quick kiss to Sniper's lips. The Australian reached up and gripped the collar of the other man and pulled the German down for a firmer kiss. Medic didn't resist, simply pressing down into it. When their lips parted, the older man chuckled.

"You came looking for me, Herr Sniper?"

"O'course. Spy told me Heavy invited ya in here. Figured I'd have somethin' mahself."

Medic smiled warmly and moved to sit across from Sniper. "It vas only because you vanted to be vizh me? I'm not convinced." He teased, the doctor's elbows rested on the table and his chin rested on his aloft, intertwined fingers.

The assassin gave a shy blush. "Ah... y-yeah... Tha's all, doc."

"So you veren't feeling jealous of my friendship vizh Heavy?" Icy eyes changed from innocent to devious, his smile shifting to match.

This new face intimidated the Aussie a lot, though the tone of voice sounded teasing so he simply rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled awkwardly. "Ah... Ya got me, doc. I was scared there for a tic."

A whooping laugh poured from the other man. "Oh, Sniper. Mick~ You do not need to vorry about Heavy stealing me from you. You've already made you're mark." Medic pulled the collar of his shirt away from his neck to show off the bite mark from his partner. "I vould be a fool to betray such a precious mark."

"Heh. Lucky yer usual outfit hides it so well. Wouldn't want tha othahs askin' where ya got it from." Sniper paused, his face dropping from happy to thoughtful. "Though... I was confronted by Spy earlier..." The pauses brought a concerned look to Medic's face. "The cheeky spook knows 'bout th' fun we had back at the field camp. He tried ta come onta me, sat on mah lap an' all." A cocky smirk played across the marksman's face. "Heh, made him think I was gonna kiss him b'fore grabbin' his puny knife and tellin' him to back the hell offa me. Professionals don't cheat."

Medic looked physically ruffled up until Sniper said how he got back at Spy. "Herr Spy certainly lives up to his name. Zhough I vish he vas capable of keeping his filzhy nose out of our affairs. Vhat ve do behind closed doors is none of his business."

"I'd suggest we take ta sleepin' in mah camper but then th' others would get suspicious about why we're picking a dingy old RV ovah the comfortable cabin with Spy in it."

"Looks like zhe RV vill have to be reserved for vhen ve vant zhe privacy~" Medic nearly purred, leaning further over the table with his eyes lidded and his smirk clever.

Sniper leaned in, having long since finished his food and pushed the plate aside. "Looks like it, love. But that's fine by me." Then a thought came to his mind. "Oh! I'm not sure if Truckie has told anyone else but he told me tha' Blu team is on this train too."

"Zhey are? Vhat zhe hell even is zhis new assignment?"

"What ever it is, those Blus got it too. But that only means we get to keep that dirt ya got on the Blu Engineer and Blu Spy. Might come in real handy at the new location."

"Oh right! I'm sure it vill be." Medic gave a short cackle before checking his watch. "Ve should probably head back to our cabin. Sitting here is nice but I vould like to get comfortable."

The pair stood from their booth. Before Medic could start to walk passed Sniper, the taller man wrapped his arms around the shorter's waist and pulled him into a loving kiss. Upon pulling away, the doctor needed no words to know that the assassin was telling him not to worry about Spy tempting him away. That he was as loyal as a trained dog to the physician. Medic took a hold of one of Sniper's hands, their fingers intertwining, before he led the other man out of the dining car and back to the cabins.