Well, here I am again :-) Fully recovered after looooong holidays and ready to work. I promise you more chapters soon. Just recently I have realized, that I've been writing this story for...a year or something. DAMMIT it takes too long and I don't have much of a free time to write :-( But this chapter...well...That escalated quickly... Oh yes, BTW my keyboard is doing some sort of stupid things and sometimes I can't hit Y very good so there is a slight possibility that I didn't correct some words with missing Y and it might look weird or something. So don't be upset if your skilled eye of a reader finds some weirf word :)

Love YayaPear

"Damn today's hot." Liam felt the sticky sweat running down his back, neck and forehead while he was trying to shoot somebody in the way that it will hurt him, but not kill him. His hat was lying next to him because it was too hot to wear it. He could hear light and fast footsteps tracking across the dusty land, coming from Scout, probably. He looked in the direction of the footsteps and yes, he was right. There was a RED Scout, running towards their base with a shotgun in his hands. Before Liam could pull the trigger, the young boy hid behind the wooden box and camped there. Good for him. After few seconds RED Pyro appeared close to where Scout was camping and made a fire ring around him as a protection. Air around him was trembling and he looked really…scary. He was just standing there, in the middle of the fire, doing nothing. Liam could see the dark, blue shadow behind him; he knew it was their Spy. The invisible man surely had a knife in his hand and he was about to backstab RED Pyro. Suddenly a silver smudge went through the hot air and the bat of Scout's hit Spy's head. Liam hissed under his breath. "That must have hurt." Spy moaned and fell on the ground, far enough for the fire. (Luckily for him) Scout was about to run away, but Pyro caught him by his shoulder and said something to the young man. "Oh god, are they going to talk or something? In the middle of battlefield?" Liam sent them a reminder of place by shooting the ground right next to Scout's ankle. Both of them hid behind the wooden box, probably talking to each other. Sniper looked away, searching for Viktor all over the battlefield. It didn't take a long time to find him, he was in one of the windows of the RED base. Liam smiled and turned on the laser on his gun. A blue dot appeared on Viktor's bright white mantle, shaking and dancing around the closest button. At first, the good doctor didn't see it, but his eyes caught registered the movement on his chest soon after it appeared. When he saw it, he jumped and Liam could see the look of pure terror on his face. He hid behind the frame of window, afraid for his life, however, it didn't take very long until he realized, that there was nothing to be afraid of. He cautiously peeked from behind the wooden wall and looked at the source of laser ray. When nothing fired at him with a big smile he winked at his Sniper. There was no response from the other side. Only a quiet whistle from across the battlefield cut through the silence and a single arrow hit the wall with a little paper wrapped around it. Viktor took the paper.

Come here to me

The doctor smiled. He put the paper in his pocket and took the arrow with him. It was risky, yeah, sure it was. But he felt the thrill of being caught or questioned as some kind of drug, some sort of speed that was keeping him ongoing. He totally gave in to that overwhelming feeling and let his brain lead him through the land to the sniping nest. He felt like sneaking panther that cannot be spotted by his enemy because he would be killed. He didn't even know how he got through all of the warriors with none of them endangering him. He climbed up the ladder and a strong hand pulled him inside and then into a tight embrace. He let out a small sigh of surprise when the two well-known long slender hands had closed around his entire existence and held him strongly. Unfortunately Viktor had to pull away, because he was getting too hot and sent Liam an apologetic smile. Taller one just nodded his head in understanding and put his hand into Viktor's sweat-soaked raven hear.

"What did you vant?"

"I just wanted to see you now. I missed you, we haven't met so long." Sniper responded but his older companion just laughed.

"Week and half. But I sav you taking care of me, looking at me through your scope." He wiped away the sweat hoarding above his collarbones. Liam's hand ruffled doctor's hair and a grin appeared on his skinny face. He hugged Viktor swiftly one more time and put a small kiss on his burning forehead.

"Missed ya anyway." They just stared at each other, thinking about the last time the saw each other, the night with the promise. They both felt something strangely new in their lives and now it was hanging in the air and thickening the silence, that in fact couldn't be reached in the middle of fight. The sweat leaking down Liam's back became cold and electrifying because of his boyfriend's presence. He liked that feeling, god he did. He looked into Viktor's face and met his eyes with shades of hunger occurring on both sides. There was a single swallow heard and then Liam stepped towards Viktor. He gently grabbed the belt closing around Medic's waist and undid it. Then he opened his white mantle and rubbed the edges of rough, thick fabric.

"Vhat are you doing?" Medic asked, obviously panting. Liam bit his own lip and then bent over to Viktor's ear.

"You seem hot, I…I'm just helping your organism." He said with a smirk, repeating what Viktor told him once. The doctor laughed breathlessly and sighed at the weight loss, when Liam took the medigun and all the equipment and put it away. Then he played with the red tie, he bent the end of it and enjoyed the satin texture between his sensitive fingertips. Viktor was looking at the long fingers with mouth opened a little and his breath was now frozen inside his ribcage. Tension was getting thicker. It was like a dense honey, like a thick sheet that someone put on you in the hot tropical night and you feel like you have to remove it, or you will suffocate. Because it doesn't lets you breathe. It closes around you and all your being and paralyzes all your mind and ongoing thoughts, just to focus on one thing. The tie. He didn't even notice that he was being held, pulled and nearly strangled by the iron grip on the other side of the tie. He let the physics work, he gave in and fell even closer to the man holding it. He felt a kiss. A rough kiss full of relieve and pity, that this hasn't happened the previous week and half. The urge, the need to see, to touch, to feel and to taste that concentrated and hoarded in both of them for even that short period of time had suddenly exploded. They already knew what it was like and they wanted more. Their hands were everywhere and they both appeared on the floor in a mess of kisses, touches and moans. The white mantle serving as a bed sheets for both men was shining on the dark floor and two bodies, dressed only in undone shirts. Turquoise and white. Neither of them a teamcolour. The shirt, the clothes, nor the team meant anything. The only thing that mattered was the presence. The bittersweet and mindblowing moment when the two can get together. It was all a beautiful and high bliss, they were flying high, feeling their souls tangling and bonding stronger with every blink of the act. They were both deaf and blind, only feeling and living. Liam heard moans and sighs and he looked at the marvelous flushed face beneath him. The doctor's cheeks were burning red and his eyes were closed. But everything perfect can't take that much time as we want. The realization fell into his head like a cold shower and he stopped. Viktor opened his eyes still moaning, but feeling the hot finger crossing his lips.

"We have to do this more quietly, if we don't want to get caught." Liam whispered with strangled voice and he didn't wait for the answer. He went back to what they started before the sensation in Viktor could subside. He was rewarded with a moan that was pulling them both forward and higher. Viktor's back flexed against the floor covered with mantle and couldn't repress other, louder expressions of himself. They were only groaning and whimpering, but now it has changed. Somewhere between those sounds there was a name coming from Viktor's lips, the sweet sign that his entire mind is being focused on him.

But they were getting really loud. They can't risk this, not now. Liam leaned in and muted Viktor with a kiss. He didn't even know that it would work so well. That well, that it was a final stroke for both of them. Viktor whined into his mouth and his muscles tensed. And then they saw it once again, the fireworks and greetings in the goal of their journey. Liam let out a lungful of breath after he disconnected their lips and rested his cheek on Viktor's. Their muscles were getting to the state, when they felt like ragdolls and their minds were really similar to knotted wet rag that couldn't think of absolutely nothing. Liam hardly moved himself down from above Viktor and lay next to him. Thousands of hands were pulling them to sleep and closing their eyelids away from the world. Viktor put his head on Liam's collarbone and made himself comfortable. Their bodies were covered in thin layer of sweat and the muscles on their chests were tensing and relaxing as their breath was slowing down. Viktor swallowed and shook his head to keep himself awake. He sat straight slowly. He wanted to stay here, to keep lying in Liam's arms but he knew that now it was impossible. He had to keep going and leave the nest as soon as possible. Liam sat straight as well and put a hand around Viktor's shoulders along with a small kiss on cheek. The smaller man smiled fondly and caressed the back of Liam's head. He brought his face next to his lover's ear.

"You vere flawless, I loved it. But I have to go now." He ended his whisper with a sad tone. Liam nodded.

"Yeah, I know." There was a pause while they were gathering their clothes and putting them on. When both of them were fully dressed they stood face to face, just looking each other in the eyes. After a while Liam gave in and pulled Viktor in another strong, but gentle embrace, burying his nose to his smaller shoulder.

"God, I want this war to be over." He whispered.

"Me too." The speakers rustled and announced that today's winner was the RED Team. Liam smiled once more.

"Congrats mate. Say hi to your team for me and run. You can't be late." Medic nodded and placed the goodbye kiss on Liam's lips. Then he whispered "I love you" to his ear, waited for the response and when he got it, he indeed ran. When he arrived to his base, the first people that he met were Pyro and Scout, both wet from head to toe. But they didn't mind it; they were cheering the fact that they brought the suitcase from the BLU base. When Scout laid his eyes upon the Medic, he studied his face and posture a bit and then he asked, still in cheerful voice.

"Why so red-faced, doc?" Viktor looked at him. Red faced? Oh…OH! He felt a pang of fear in his heart and his stomach trembled. He has to make something up, fast, now! His brain was still slow so it took him a while to make something up, but in the end he did it.

"Zhe temperature is too high to wear this long lab coat and everyzhing this. I can't wait no longer for shower." He pointed on his outfit. Just then he realized that his belt was undone. A great shower of cold sweat had run down his body. How could they get so careless? He has to turn the conversation somewhere else, not directly at him.

"And why are you both guyz wet? Go quickly to zhe base before catch zome cold." Scout raised his eyebrows but then his face expression had changed rapidly and he sneezed. Medic internally smiled.

"You see? Schnell, schnell to the rooms and change your dress." He scolded them. Fortunately Scout was so high on his happiness that he didn't argue and the only thing he said was "Kay, mom I will." Then they both turned away and walked in the direction to their rooms. Medic let out a sigh and he went to his room too. It has been a really exhausting day and he really couldn't wait no longer for a shower.

And back there in the nest? They could have been even louder and nobody would hear them. They were just too worried for the thing that they didn't have to worry about. There are other things that are more disturbing, but they don't know that yet.