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The Procedure	By : Loni Category: +S through Z > Team Fortress 2 Views: 1570 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Procedure
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Today had gone by like any other day. The RED and BLU teams had been fighting to be the winner in an unending game of cat and mouse, and there were the usual casualties to be had. Fortunately for these men, respawn kept them living, even though they still showed signs of abuse to their bodies. It was enough to keep their Medics busy in the infirmary.
Such was a typical day.
As the sun went down, a particular Heavy was keeping himself entertained with a hangnail as he waited outside of the Medic’s bay. He chewed and pulled at the irritating thing until it finally came out, trailing a bit of blood in its wake. That, however, was not why he was there; in fact, a protruding arrow had broken off in his massive side, and no Ubercharging would remove the shrapnel. He would have to be cut open.
It did not hurt as bad as one would think for the Heavy was a strong man. He would leave the damned thing where it struck if it were up to him, but at the risk of infection, the Medic called him to the infirmary for a simple surgery. Snipers were often unclean beings and there was no telling where that arrow had been previously before it found itself lodged in the man’s side.
Finally, the door slowly opened with a pained creak and the doctor emerged with something of a sinister grin about his face--oh, how he loved to open people up and explore their insides! The Medic wasted no time in ushering his new patient into his surgical area.
To the table the Heavy went, and he hopped upon it and allowed his legs to hang over the side—for a large man, he had short legs, which would be comical in its own right had it been the topic at hand. But, he made a grimace and winced as the added pressure of moving affected his side.
The pained expression only delighted the Medic further, though he was good at hiding it for the sake of being professional. He immediately moved to the tableside and lifted the Russian’s shirt to see the protruding arrow.
“Tsk, z’at vill haff to come out,” he spoke with a flat tone though his face was twisted in a grin. The Medic wasted no time in pressing the larger man until he was lying on his back despite the pain it caused the Heavy. The Ubercharge machine was aptly aimed at the source of the pain—something to ease the hurt slightly while the doctor worked.
The Medic snapped on his gloves and took to his table of instruments, fingers twitching in utter glee as he was about to cut open the wound. Once he picked up a scalpel, the doctor gingerly touched at the spot of protrusion.
“Z’is vill hurt a little, mein patient.”
The Heavy nodded. He was well aware of what was about to take place, but that did not stop the man from wincing as he felt his flesh being separated and the hot ooze as blood trailed around the section being cut. The larger man bit his lip as he felt fingers enter the flap of skin now peeled away touching at his insides as the arrow was made free. It fell upon the table with a loud clank, and the surgery was done, save for a bit more poking and prodding to ensure all the pieces were removed.
All that was left was the stitching, a challenge the Medic sought to do immediately and with expert precision. It only stung a bit in comparison to the actual procedure, but it was over and done with in record time. Of course, a surgery so simple would not be enough for one doctor.
Rather than wipe the wound clean, the Medic leaned in and lapped at the blood with his tongue, his eyes glaring holes into the Heavy’s. He gave a vicious smile and licked his lips, smearing the blood about his face. The Russian, in turn, gave something of an uncomfortable laugh.
“What is Doktor doing?” he asked, “We are done, yes?”
The Medic said nothing; instead, he continued to lick the Heavy’s wound, smearing the blood about his face and the other man’s side. It was intoxicating, to taste the copper-like flavor and to revel in the hesitation of the larger male. It was almost too much to bear, but the doctor kept his composure, instead moving his face to hover over the Heavy’s crotch. Wide eyes watched in shock as the German breathed hot air against his clothed member.
“No, ve are not done.”
The Medic gave a sinister chuckle—one that would send chills down the back of even the most solid of men—and he reached for his scalpel again, moving to the hem of the other man’s pants and sending the button falling to the floor. He unzipped the Russian’s pants and removed his length, wasting no effort in bringing it to life with well-calculated licks and the occasional hot breath.
The Heavy, in turn, no longer felt the same hesitation he did earlier. Rather, he now purred and let his head fall back on the operating table to revel in the invigorating feeling of the other man at his cock. Though, the burly man gave a sharp hiss as he felt the back of the doctor’s throat. It pained his side, but the Heavy could not help but to rock his hips against that mouth, of which were still in a grin despite being full of the Russian—how anyone could hold the man’s girth was anyone’s guess but the Medic did it perfectly.
The Medic sucked and bobbed on the other male’s arousal, enticing pleasing sounds from the burly man. It was music to his ears and he dare wanted to hear more. With a yank, the Heavy’s pants hit his ankles, pooling around his shoes. He propped the larger man’s foot on the table, thus presenting his backside in all its glory. The doctor wasted no effort in placing two fingers into the other man with enough care he could muster without hurting the larger male.
The Russian gave another sharp hiss, but he was still caught in the free hand of the Medic, and while he continued to pump at the Heavy’s member, he remained on the table. Both knew what would come next and both men were in anticipation as the sound of a second pair of pants crumpling to the floor.
The table gave a slight creak as the Medic entered the other man and began slow thrusts within him. Both males let out pleased moans and the doctor continued jerking at the Heavy’s arousal with more fervor. The pace picked up and the Russian found himself coming off the table only to grab the doctor’s head and hold him for a kiss. It was returned and the pace quickened to the point of knocking the table of surgical knives down, but it did not stop the two as they began to grunt and groan along with the table of which the Heavy sat upon.
Faster and faster still; the Medic thrusted until he felt muscles tighten around his own member. The Heavy gave a thunderous yell as he came upon himself and the doctor’s hand. He would not have to wait long for the elder man’s release as it was sudden and almost immediately afterwards. He continued to thrust until both men were equally spent and then removed himself from the Russian.
The Medic casually returned his pants to his waist and snapped them back into place, all the while humming some unknown tune. He grinned at the exhausted Heavy, who now forgot about the pain in his side.
“Doktor,” he panted.
“Ja?”
“Is that always part of the procedure?”
“Only for you, my love. Now, run along. You need your rest.”
The Heavy collected his pants and placed a chaste kiss upon the doctor’s cheek before leaving. Of course, before he left the room altogether, the Medic stopped him with a hand at his large arm.
“Feel free to come back if you feel you need…another evaluation.”
“Yes, Doktor,” the Russian grinned before he left the elder man to his devices.
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