Medic's blurry descent into reality came a couple of hours after the BLU victory was announced. He couldn't move his arms or legs apart from each other. The surface he was laying on was a great deal more comfortable than the floor he was clutching his stomach on earlier. It didn't smell much better, though, and the space he was holed up in was cramped. He looked up at the small window; there was, indeed, still some light out. He then peered over at his captor. Thankfully, he was sleeping seemingly soundly. He moved himself to an upward position using the wall as support and something became clear quickly: he was naked. He saw his gear and torn clothing propped up on a small table next to where Sniper was camped out at. His wounds had closed up well. He allowed himself to flop back on the bed in resignation, figuring he wasn't getting out of this any time soon. The fall awoke Sniper.
"Glad t' see yer awake," he remarked casually as he stood up to walk over to Medic.
BLU scooted away from him as he took a seat on the bed. This whole scenario wasn't pointing to anything good. Sniper licked his lips as he looked Medic's body over. He bunched himself up as he felt RED's eyes on him.
Medic relaxed when he realized something. He had an advantage over RED if he was able to bring forth such feelings. Now was the perfect time to have fun with him. BLU relaxed visibly and shifted closer, signaling it was okay to touch him. Sniper smiled and reached out, linking his arm with Medic's. He pulled him into a hug. The warmth from Sniper was welcoming. He nuzzled into Sniper's neck, letting himself be held in RED's arms. This certainly wasn't the direction he was thinking it would take. He held onto Medic tightly, as if protecting him. Silence dominated over the two for a long while until Sniper finally built up the courage to bring him here.
"I bet yer wonderin' why Oi cut ya down to bring ya here," began Sniper quietly, lightly scratching Medic's head, "well, Oi've 'ad my eyes on ya for the past few months. I wanted t' know if we could get t' know each other better?"
The scratching felt nice and delayed Medic's thougth process slightly, "vould you be villing to risk your job for me?"
"Wouldn't 'ave ta if we could be stealthy, but, yeh. I would," he added quietly.
Another period of silence befell the two while Medic thought this offer over. It was a risk to agree, but he couldn't help but be curious at the Sniper's growing affections toward him. This whole setting seemed right to him.
"Ve can meet. Only in your van, zhough. Zhere ah no cameras here."
Sniper nodded in agreement and leaned backwards, taking Medic with him.
"Could you remove my bindings now? I promise I von't harm you," said Medic as he worked himself out of Sniper's arms and into an upright position.
He obliged and began untying the knot that held BLU's hands together. His wrists and ankles were swollen from the tight binds. Could he really return to his team like this, though? It would be suspicious if he returned disheveled with marks on his wrists. The large gashes on his chest weren't enough to convince them he'd actually put up a fight to get away in his mind. Medic opened his mouth to talk, but the words lost him. Sniper gave him a questioning look.
"I need for you to put a few more vounds on me," stated BLU bluntly as he met RED's eyes.
RED stared at him as if waiting for a further explaination. Medic rolled his eyes in frustration when Sniper shook his head.
"Can't. Yeh look plenty roughed up t' me," said RED as he examined his handiwork.
Medic pulled on the remainder of his clothing and flung his Medipack over his shoulder. It was going to be one heck of a sneaky walk back to the base. Before he could begin his trek, RED brought him in for one last kiss. This brought back the colour in Medic's face and poked the kindling in his heart. He wrapped his arms around Sniper's neck and lingered longer than he planned, letting his mouth be invaded by RED's tongue while his did some exploring of its own. Reluctantly, he pulled away and met Sniper's eyes briefly before turning away to walk back to his base. He didn't have to worry about much cover because the morning was still very young. People were stirring in the base now, but most were groggy from a good slumber. Maybe he could even get a shower in without being noticed in his current state.
Sniper watched him walk back until he faded into the morning fog. A protective feeling came over him that was conflicting with his natural predatory feelings toward his enemy. He didn't want some other man to force himself upon his Medic, overwhelming his emotions with their sneaky hands or their dirty words. He wanted to keep BLU in his arms and pet his thinning hair while he snoozed lightly. These thoughts were dangerous ones, but he was willing to walk into the unknown for this doctor, for his doctor.