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“Here you go!” Medic said jovially, hefting a large cardboard box into Engineer’s arms, the tapes within clattering loudly.

Engi had been tasked with a very important mission: fix the team’s busted VCR. It had begun eating tapes a few weeks ago, starting with Heavy’s recording of a Russian ballet. He’d been suitably devastated, so was Spy but he’d never admit it. After that was one of Scout’s favorite baseball games. The boy had been furious, only being moments away from bashing the machine to pieces before Engineer restrained him.

But the incident that really lit a fire under Engi’s ass about fixing the darn thing happened yesterday. Pyro had put in one of their most beloved tapes: a collection of Scooby Doo episodes that Ms. Pauling had bought him while out on a hit. By the time someone noticed that something was wrong most of the common room was up in flames and Pyro was ferociously trying to pry her precious tape from the faulty machine’s hungry jaws.

Pyro had been calmed by Medic promising to operate on them, it was one of their favorite pastimes as she saw her internals as piñata fillings, however Medic kept operating on him to a minimum as it was quite the challenge to keep the fire starter from trying to touch their own organs. And as soon as all the fires were extinguished, the VCR had been shoved into Engi’s arms and he was told to not come out of his workshop until it was in proper working order. The only problem was that he was in need of expendable tapes that he could destroy in the process of checking if the machine was working; and luckily Medic had easily offered some of his own.

“Thanks, Doc, you’ve got no clue how much of a help this is,” Engi hummed, shifting the box in his arms.

“Oh, of course! Ve really don’t vant a repeat of vat happened yesterday,” Medic giggled in turn.

“Yeah, no kidding. But, are yah sure you’re alright with parting with alla these? There’s quite a few.” When Medic had offered him some tapes Engi had been expecting maybe five at most, but to his shock Medic had brought him a sizable box’s worth.

“Oh ja, zey aah old recordings of surgeries I’d done. I zought zey could come in handy, but zey have just been collecting dust und taking up space in mine cabinets. So really you aah doing me a favah by taking zem off mine hands,” Medic explained gleefully, waving his hand flippantly as if to dismiss Engineer’s concerns

“Well, alrighty then partner, whatever yah say. I’d better get to work if I wanna get this thing fixed by supper, thanks again,” Engi said, moving to turn back in the direction of his workshop. However, before he could get too far Medic stopped him.

“Oh, zere is somezing I forgot to tell you!” Medic exclaimed, waving his hand to beckon Engi back over.

“Yeah?”

“Zere is a sex tape in zere somevere,” Medic said simply, nothing but smiles.

“Pardon?” Engi managed to eke out, slack jawed in disbelief of what the doctor had said.

“Ja, I vas recording vone of mine surgeries und I suppose you could say zat Heavy und I got a bit carried avay,” he giggled mischievously, not an ounce of shame in sight. “Anvay I didn’t do a very gut job of distinguishing it from ze ozhers, all I can tell you is zat it is in zere somevere.”

“O-oh,” Engi fumbled, at a loss for what to do with that information. He could feel his face burn a hot red color at the mere thought of accidentally coming across such a thing.

“Well, y’know I can just buy some tapes if you’d rather me not go through these, I’d hate to invade y’alls privacy,” the Texan managed to stutter out, to which Medic burst into a bright fit of laughter.

“Oh, nine, you misunderstand,” Medic managed between fervent giggles. “I just zought it vould be good to give you a heads up so you didn’t get blindsided. But please, if ze feeling takes you, you aah more zen velcome to vatch it,” Medic murmured lowly, teasing but not at all joking. He leaned into Engi’s space, just to push his buttons, bearing his perfect, sharp, white teeth at the Texan in a smile only Heavy could feel comforted by.

Before Engineer could get his overheated brain into gear enough to form some kind of reply Medic was already pulling away, cackling at the flustered look on his friend’s face.

“Have fun Herr Engineah!” Medic exclaimed joyfully as he turned on his heel and made his way down the hall, leaving Engi flushed in the face and wondering what just happened.

Engi made his way back to his workshop, shaking his head to try and rid himself of the hot fluster on his cheeks and perhaps the wild jumble of thoughts rushing around his head as well. He decided that if he happened across the tape he’d just eject it as quickly as possible. Despite Medic’s… gracious offer, he didn’t think he could feel anything but shame watching a recording of his friends having an intimate moment. Besides, what was the likelihood that he came across it in the first place? There were easily at least twenty tapes in the box Medic had handed over to him; he had nothing to worry about.

Engi stepped into his workshop and set the box down beside where he’d set up the VCR and the TV. The VCR looked a little worse for wear now, a few scorch marks along the top and its shell had a crack running through it, but it would live. With how stingy their company was, the team usually had better luck with fixing what they already had then trying to convince Mann Co. to send them a replacement, it was a small miracle they even had a VCR to start with.

Engi started by sifting through the box’s contents, partly hoping the tape Medic had told him of wasn’t as innocuous as the doctor had made it seem so he could avoid it, and the moral dilemma that came with it, entirely.

The first tape Engineer picked up was labeled: patient 5, heart transplant, in Medic signature illegible doctor script, Engi was fortunate that he worked with the German often enough to be able to read it at all.

The label made Engi hum pensively, he’d expected to see names or something more direct, but as he kept digging through the tapes they were all labeled with patient and a subsequent number, a majority of which being 5.

He could deduce that Heavy must be patient 5 by the sheer volume of tapes that were of that subject, but that left him wondering who the other two belonged to. Out of 23 tapes there were only two that weren’t of Heavy: one of patient 2 and one of patient 8.

Engi quietly hoped that neither were of him as he wasn’t particularly fond of the idea that Medic had recorded him without his knowing. But, despite the doctor’s usually twisted ways he was startlingly respectful of his teammates' boundaries, only crossing them if it was for their own good. like with Scout and Spy who often avoided being in the doctor’s office even if they really needed it.

Engi suspected that he was only like this because Heavy was always ready and willing to let the doctor do whatever he pleased with his body. With someone always there, willing to participate in the doctor’s strange experimental procedures he had no reason to try and force any of his other teammates into being his guinea pigs. Either way Engineer didn’t mind, everyone was happy with the arrangement and that was all that mattered to him.

Deciding that he’d dilly dallied enough, Engi picked a tape at random: patient 5, collapsed lung, and popped it into the VCR. The machine whirred to life, its hungry jaws snapping up the tape and it soon began to play. As Engi had expected, it was Heavy who was laid out on the operating table and as promised by the label, one of his lungs was collapsed.

Engi scrunched his nose at the sight, he really couldn’t understand what it was about organs and viscera that captured Medic’s fascination so thoroughly, it all just looked like a big bloody mess to Engi. Although he supposed that was why he was trying to wrangle the team’s appliances into functioning properly rather than keeping all of their bodies in working order.

Engi popped the casing off of the VCR to get a look at its internals, the irony of operating on a machine while turning his nose up at Medic’s profession not lost on him. He huffed a soft laugh, thinking back to the time Scout had called Medic a “people mechanic” with a fond smile.

As he worked, trying to determine what it was that was causing the machine to malfunction, he listened to the bright, jovial conversation Heavy and Medic were having on the tape. The bear didn’t sound at all bothered by his lung, laughing heartily at whatever insane story Medic was telling him as the doctor toiled away, patching up his lover.

However, the pleasant chatter of his friends came to an abrupt halt when the tape jammed and the VCR began chewing it up, spewing out coils of unwound magnetic tape like black strings of spit. Engi groaned with agitation, this would not be as quick a fix as he’d been hoping. He ejected the tape, not without having to pry the machine’s jaws open slightly to free it, before tossing the tangled mess into the trash.

He selected another tape from the pile: patient 5, kidney removal, before feeding it to the hungry machine. Again, when the screen filled with the visage of Medic’s operating theatre, Heavy was wide open on the table and the two were laughing and chatting animatedly.

Engi actually had a vague memory of this one, a year or two back Heavy had been drastically underperforming on the battlefield and they later found it was from advanced kidney failure. It was probably from something Medic was doing to him, but none of the team dared point fingers when the doctor was already in a volatile state in the face of his partner’s ailment.

One night after the problem had come to light, Medic put his bear on all the supports he needed to stay alive in the doctor’s absence and left the base without a word. Three days later he walked back in through the front porch door, covered in a concerning amount of blood and carrying a small cooler in tow, cheerfully proclaiming that he had “acquired” a new kidney for Heavy before walking off to the infirmary without another word.

Engi could still recall with a shudder the cold, silent layer of fear that had lain over the base at Medic’s display of sheer manic commitment to his partner, wondering morbidly just to what lengths he would go for Heavy’s sake. Although, judging by the recording, no such fear was in the infirmary that night as the two seemed to be having themselves a grand ol’ time replacing that faulty kidney.

Engi was soon snapped out of his reminiscing by the ratcheting screech of tape being chewed by grinding gear teeth.

“Damnit!” He yelped, struggling to wrest the tape from the contraption before it could tangle any more within its innards. Once he’d freed the tape from the machine, the spools of its black blood strewn across his hands, he went to toss it in the garbage. However, he hesitated for a moment, a little sad to trash such a vivid memory.

He shook himself, trying to dispel the weird melancholy as he finally let the heaps of tape unravel from his hands and pile into the garbage. He was getting way too distracted, he hadn’t even tried to fix the VCR during that one, getting far too caught up in his memories.

He settled himself back down before the TV set, deciding on one of the tapes with a different patient, maybe it was just Heavy and Medic’s animated chatting that was making his mind wander. He loaded a new tape into the VCR: patient 2, stomach pump, even just the title made him feel queasy and the Texan liked to think he had a strong stomach. Maybe if the procedure was gross enough it’d convince him to look away and actually do what he was meant to.

When the screen flickered to life there was no jovial chatting that came with it. Instead it was Medic sitting quietly at the operation table, a bored look on his face as he monitored the machine that was sucking out the contents of Soldier’s stomach, probably after eating something he shouldn’t have. The American was obviously sedated, Engi didn’t even think Heavy could have a tube shoved down his throat to his stomach without panicking.

Engi turned away from the screen, feeling a little sick at the sight of what was flowing through the clear tube in Solly’s throat. As he fiddled with components of the machine he thought about all the gross stuff Medic put up with without a single complaint for the sake of his teammates' health.

The Texan would always remember the one night at dinner when Scout had started to choke on something and the doctor had leapt to his feet in an instant, performing the heimlich on him. However, when that didn’t work the doctor didn’t hesitate to shove his fingers down the hare’s throat to try and dig the blockage out manually. He didn’t even flinch when the runner lost his dinner to his gag reflex, only pulling his hand away once Scout’s air way was clear.

Nearly all of the team had looked away in disgust and Engi knew he didn’t have the stomach to do what Medic had in that situation, and with such unfaltering competence no less. It made him glad to have someone of such perseverance on their team, even if he was a little crazy.

Engi was knocked out of his working and reminiscing once again when Medic huffed a particularly loud sigh in the tape. Engi spared the screen a glance out the corner of his eye, seeing Medic now resting on the table. His head was laid upon Solly’s tummy, listening to the machine do its job for lack of anything better to do.

The sight made Engineer frown, compared to the last two tapes, so filled with glee and laughter, this one seems so cold and lonely. Engi really couldn’t blame Medic for operating on Heavy so often when they seemed to have such a good time, especially in the face of how quiet and depressing the operation theater seemed to be without the giant in it.

Thankfully Engi didn’t have to sit with the miserable tone of the tape for much longer as it too soon became a pile of shiny black spaghetti at the maw of the VCR. That one Engi was happy to dump in the garbage.

He figured that he must be doing something right as that tape had played for much longer than the last two. Engi rifled through the box again, avoiding the tape labeled patient 8 as he’d much rather listen to Heavy and Medic’s bright, fun conversations then sit through another depressingly quiet tape just to find out who 8 was, he could always just ask the doctor himself anyway.

He settled on a tape labeled: patient 5, intestinal tract, Which sounded suitably disgusting enough to dissuade Engi from watching too much of it. He popped it into the VCR and got back to work messing with the components inside. The lively chatter of the couple soon flooded out of the speakers once again, putting a smile back on Engi’s face.

He worked for a while, fiddling with the parts until he was fairly certain he’d fixed the issue. After all the tape hadn’t yet jammed, at least that's what he thought. Now that he was not so focused on the machine he noted that the conversing had stopped. He worried for a second that by fixing one issue he’d created more, but his fears were put to rest when he looked up at the screen.

Heavy and Medic weren’t chatting because they were making out. Medic was leaned over Heavy blocking any of the action from the camera’s view, aside from Heavy’s palm cradling the nape of his neck, a happenstance that Engi wasn’t sure if he was grateful for or disappointed in. The Texan could feel heat rise to his cheeks at the sight for a reason he didn’t know. He’d seen the two kiss plenty of times, make out even. It wasn’t as though the couple was particularly chaste about their affections, even around the rest of the team. But for some reason this felt different.

Engi distantly wondered if this was the tape Medic was talking about and if that was the case, how come he couldn’t convince himself to eject it like he told himself he was going to. Medic’s teasing permission to watch echoed in his mind, certainly not making the decision any easier. He wondered what exactly Medic had meant by ‘sex tape’ as things seemed pretty tame. Surely that meant more than making out for a few minutes, but Engi couldn’t think of anything else they could get up too with Heavy wide open like that.

His train of thought was immediately proven wrong when, upon Heavy’s prompting, Medic slung his leg up over his partner, almost mounting him like one would a horse. He sat, straddling Heavy’s hips just below where his chest cavity was opened up before going straight back to their feverish kisses, moans growing just loud enough to come out audibly through the speakers.

Engi startled at the sudden escalation, his face growing so red he could feel the heat radiating off of it. He quickly reached forward to clumsily eject the tape, the sudden change of pace being enough of a kick in the ass to knock him from his stupor, his uber heart pounding loudly in his chest. However, before he could remove the tape he stopped dead in his tracks.

Heavy was pointing at the camera, directing Medic to turn and look as well. Despite knowing full well that they could not see him, the animal part of Engi’s brain screamed that he’d been caught. He was frozen with fear, heart pounding all the harder against his ribcage and a sinking feeling clawed at his gut.

But the irrational fear suddenly washed away when Medic grabbed the camera and moved it over to the side, where he’d been standing before he leapt onto Heavy. Realization hit the Texan when he saw the wafting red beam of the Medigun hit Heavy, a look of relief crossing the bear’s face. The camera had been mounted on the mechanical arm that held the Medigun and the doctor must’ve blocked the way of the healing beam when he climbed atop Heavy, inadvertently keeping the bear from what he needed to stay awake and alive during surgery.

Engi heaved a relieved sigh, slumping back in his chair and taking deep breaths to try and dispel the sudden shock of adrenaline that was coursing through him. He mentally chastised himself for acting like a fool before looking back up at the TV. With the camera angle changed he could see much more of what the couple was doing as well as hear the sounds they were making. Medic was laid atop Heavy, neither of them paying any mind to the way Heavy’s blood seeped into the front of Medic’s white dress shirt, turning it a rich red. They were far more interested in continuing their kissing spree, their lips parting slightly every once in a while, making Engi abundantly aware that they were Frenching each other.

The Texan was growing so hot and bothered watching the two of them that he had half a mind to fan himself. But, instead he clenched his fists, trying to mentally beat down the feeling the tape was inspiring in him. Back to being unable to force himself to shut it off, all too captivated by the display.

After another long moment Medic pulled away from Heavy, to which Engineer found himself embarrassingly disappointed. Heavy mirrored that sentiment, whining needily at the doctor.

“Oh, I know,” Medic cooed playfully, pinching Heavy’s red cheek adoringly in that way he so loved to do. “But, you vant to play, don’t you?” Medic asked, a sly grin across his face as he leaned back to place a hand between Heavy’s legs, rubbing his bulge teasingly. To which, Heavy moaned, loud and needy, gripping Medic’s hips tightly.

Engi writhed in his seat, curling his fingers tightly around the edge of his chair, trying to force his body into behaving. Medic went to undo Heavy’s belt, but the giant stopped him, placing his massive palm over his doctor’s much smaller one.

“Have something else in mind,” Heavy purred, bringing Medic’s hand to his face to kiss his knuckles gently, “something Doktor will like.” Medic giggled at the pampering, a soft, bashful blush rushing to his cheeks. Heavy motioned for Medic to take off his slacks and the German did just that, happy to comply as they’d become sodden with blood in all the commotion.

He giggled jovially when Heavy snapped the elastic of his briefs playfully before he shimmied out of them as well. His pants had done nothing to protect them as they were soaked through with blood as well, once white cotton now dyed red. He balled them up, seemingly determining them to be beyond saving and chucked them somewhere off screen. Engi figured it must’ve been a trash can as after a brief second Medic cheered with a gleeful smile, having made it in. Heavy cheered for him too, smiling brightly at his partner and beckoning him down to give him a kiss on the cheek.

The moment of levity gave Engineer a brief feeling of respite, smiling at the sincerity of their affections rather than being hampered by the hot flush of shame.

Although that moment of reprieve didn’t last for very long, Medic purring “Tell me vat you have in mind, mine liebe,” to Heavy once their giggles settled.

“Hmm, something messy,” Heavy rumbled back, the sound coming from deep in his throat.

“Oh, you really aah looking to treat me, aren’t you,” Medic giggled, nothing but pleased at Heavy’s incredibly vague proposition.

“What can Heavy say, Doktor always makes him feel so good,” the comment got a wide gloating grin out of Medic. With how much of an ego the doctor had outside of the bedroom, and with how much Heavy was wont to enable him, Engineer was not at all surprised that the doctor liked having his ego stroked at the same time as his dick.

“Vell, how could I say no ven you aah so sveet,” Medic murmured in a manic giggle, “shall ve?”

Engi suddenly felt out of the loop, still not having caught onto what it was exactly that Heavy had proposed. But Engi was a smart man with a humble 11 PhDs and a good understanding of context clues, he could work it out.

Engineer furrowed his brow in thought, Heavy’s choice of descriptor being messy and that Medic in particular would like it made it seem like he was alluding to a specific activity. But, it wasn’t until the Texan remembered the name of the tape after watching where Heavy was directing his doctor's hips that he deduced what direction things were going in; and he wasn’t particularly fond of it.

By the time Engi pieced it together he only had a brief moment to avert his eyes from witnessing what he could only describe as the most heinous case of medical malpractice he could ever conceive of. He blindly fumbled for the eject button, having been thoroughly intimidated by just how kinky the couple was, the wet squelching of blood and viscera only making him squeeze his eyes shut tighter.

However before he could locate the button, Heavy let out a thunderous moan, loud enough to fill Engi’s whole workshop. The Texan opened his eyes in a panic, more desperate to find the volume dial than the eject button. He turned the volume way down, whipping his head around to look at his door, desperately hoping no one had heard it. And at least if they did, they assumed it was actually Heavy and decided that bothering the couple when they were doing… well, whatever they were doing, was generally not a good idea.

Engi huffed a sigh of relief when he was certain no one was going to poke their head in. He, honest to god, didn't know what he would do if someone on the team caught him watching this; not even Medic, who’d given him explicit permission to do just that. Respawn negated killing the witness or himself, so maybe he would just have to move to a different state, change his name and hope to god Spy didn’t care enough to track him down.

He hurried to the door and locked it, placing a chair under the handle just to be safe before turning back to the TV. In his absence Heavy and Medic had continued on with their love making, the angle of the camera making what they were doing less of a hard watch then Engi had assumed. Besides, they both looked to be having a wonderful time, lost in ecstasy together.

Most of Medic’s lower half had been covered in Heavy’s blood, more splattering across his skin as he bucked his hips into the folds of Heavy’s warm internals. Heavy was almost completely gone with the overwhelm of pleasure, his eyes rolled back with lids fluttering. His hands were planted firmly on Medic’s hips, never letting the doctor pull his length too far out of the giant’s guts, encouraging him to push in deeper with every roll of his hips.

The couple’s moaning and wailing was an odd spot of familiar comfort to Engineer. Living with other people could be difficult at times and living with a couple was even more challenging than that. It wasn’t exactly uncommon by any metric to hear the sounds of the two’s noisy love making echoing through the empty halls near the infirmary late into the night. The only difference now was that Engi found their cries more arousing than annoying.

If the Texan was being entirely honest it almost seemed as though the Russian was having more fun then the German. Although, not by a wide margin, Medic being enveloped in his own sick pleasure; a wide, sharp, sadistic smile across his face as he rocked his hips into Heavy’s bloody interior. While Engi had presumed that the couple indulged in some awfully lecherous activities, not ever something this extreme, he always assumed it was Medic leading the charge in the manic debauchery. He never would’ve guessed that Heavy was as into it as he was. Although, he supposed that he should have known better; anyone brave enough to pursue Medic romantically had to have a couple of screws loose.

At some point in Engi’s enraptured staring, Heavy had begun to try and push up against the doctor as he bared down on him, wailing in needy pleading for his partner. However, that objective wasn’t nearly as easy to achieve as the bear had hoped. It wasn’t exactly easy to push up only his gut, especially when his hips were growing jumpy in excitement, eager for the doctor to soothe the throbbing ache between his legs. Not to mention that his core muscles had been pulled apart and clipped out of the way to grant Medic access in the first place.

It didn’t take long for Medic to notice his bear’s mangled attempts to push against him. Especially when his feverish, desperate movements had started to over agitate his gaping open chest, blood spilling down his sides from his organs undulating with every attempt to get closer to his doctor. The sight made Engi feel a bit queasy, his face turning a tad green alongside the heated red, evidently ill adjusted to seeing such a grotesquely intimate display.

Medic slowed his brutal pace to a shallow rut when he noted Heavy’s struggle, to which the bear groaned loudly with dissent, yearning deeply for his doctor’s body.

“Misha,” Medic murmured, low and sultry, his voice made hoarse by his constant moaning. The sound sent a potent shot of heat through Engi’s body, instantly whiling away any reservations he had about the more graphic side to their love making. The deep love the doctor held was evident in just the way he spoke his partner’s name.

“You need to relax,” he hummed softly into Heavy’s ear, shifting his weight to try and pin his lover down, although that was easier said than done with someone of Heavy’s size. Heavy made a keening whine in reply, gripping Medic’s hips tighter and trying to get him to continue his thrusting.

But, Medic didn’t let him, tutting at the bear in gentle chiding, “you aah going to hurt yourself, and zen ve vill have to stop, do you vant zat?” Heavy shook his head frantically, making soft rumbling sounds of dissent.

“Zen I need you to lay back, relax und let me do all ze vork, okay?” Medic said, petting Heavy’s face placatingly. In return, Heavy gave him a look, what it meant, Engi didn’t know, but Medic seemed to read him perfectly.

“I know you vant to help, und I assure you, you vill have ample opportunity later. But for now I need you to just lay back und enjoy yourself,” Medic hummed, pressing a delicate kiss to Heavy’s forehead. In turn, the bear nodded, finally pushing out a coherent string of words now that Medic wasn’t thrusting into his guts at a punishing pace.

“Heavy still gets to touch, no?” The Russian mumbled softly, voice raw from his constant wails of ecstasy. He lifted one of his massive palms to Medic’s arm, stroking him gently.

“Oh, but of course, mine liebe,” Medic purred salaciously, swiftly removing his blood seeped shirt. He tossed it away without a second thought, it landing out of frame with a wet splat against the tiles of the infirmary floor. For lack of a better term, Medic was well endowed, the swell of his pecs being rather impressive. His chest was covered in a thick dusting of salt and pepper hair, although most of his grays had been stained red by what of Heavy’s blood had seeped through his shirt.

Engineer felt his heart beat strangely loud at the sight. He’d seen Medic’s bare chest plenty of times: in the public shower hall, on beach days when he changed into his swim trunks, on swelteringly hot days when he walked around with just about every button of his shirt undone. Heck, the doctor had even been known to, on occasion, prance about the battlefield with his shirt wrenched way open, for seemingly no other reason than to taunt his enemies with his impressive rack. And never in any of those instances had Engi felt himself react in the way his body was now. Then again, he’d seen Heavy’s entrails just as many times and never felt anything other than sickened until this very moment. He supposed that context was a hell of a modifier.

“Touch all you like, mine Kuschelbär. My body is yours, und yours alone,” Medic whispered, guiding Heavy’s massive hands to play with his breasts, to which Heavy happily complied. With the nearly inhuman size of Heavy’s hands Medic almost looked like a doll cradled in his gentle hold, and he was no small man. The operating table seemed to agree with that sentiment as it creaked precariously when Medic bucked his hips forward with renewed enthusiasm; whining contentedly at the new found sensation Heavy rubbed into his chest. He continued to thrust his hips, working up to his previous pace as Heavy pet and pinched his pecs, the both of them groaning with mutual satisfaction.

Engi, however, was not having such a good time. He felt almost as if a cold bucket of ice water had been dumped on his head when he heard what Medic said. He felt dirty, and not in the good way, for ogling at the doctor’s body just as he decreed it to be for no one else but his life partner. Was he violating this moment of love, trust and intimacy by watching it? He knew that Medic had given him the go ahead to watch the tape in the first place, but did he even remember what was on it? He hadn’t even been able to identify which one it was out of the pile. And what about Heavy? Did he know, would he care? What if the doctor didn’t actually want him to watch it after all, what if he’d just been joking, would that make Engi a bad friend; a bad person?

His stomach churned at the dilemma and he was all the more concerned by the fact that he still could not summon the want to turn the tape off. He blankly stared at the TV, his cheeks burning more so with shame then arousal now, face scrunched and fraught with worry. Heavy and Medic continued to please each other on the other side of the screen, unperturbed by the Texan’s predicament. Engi took a moment to appreciate just how absurd and ironic their method of love making was: a doctor misusing his patient’s delicate organs for the sake of pleasure and upon the patient’s explicit request no less.

Maybe Engi was over thinking this. The couple never seemed to take the “sanctity of their union” that seriously, doing whatever seemed like fun to the both of them in the moment. One such case Engi could remember was the time they’d gotten fairly wasted during a team party and dragged Sniper into their feverish kissing. The marksman had been shocked, but that feeling had soon turned to enthusiasm; more than happy to let Heavy shove his tongue down his throat and let Medic’s hands go up his shirt.

As far as Engineer could tell, it was all just seen as harmless fun and nothing came of it the next day when the hangovers had cleared. Heavy and Medic’s relationship was as strong as ever and their friendship to Sniper hadn’t budged in any which way, no awkward tension hanging over the table during breakfast. And now that Engi looked back, the team, including himself, hadn’t cared either. Not sparing the three an additional glance after assuring that Sniper was happy about the two lathering their affection on him.

However, before Engi could ponder the internal functions of Heavy and Medic’s partnership any longer, a loud moaning wail of Heavy’s came through the speakers. Engineer jumped a bit at the sound, nerves still fraught as he whipped his head around to look at his door again; still closed, locked and barricaded.

He turned the volume down anyway, shuffling his chair closer to the screen so he could still hear it. He didn’t want to risk the chance of Solly over hearing and bashing the door open, thinking that one of his friends was in harm's way.

While it was a nice sentiment, he had an unfortunate habit of doing that to the doctor and his most beloved patient. Bursting through the locked double doors of the infirmary when he mistook their moans of pleasure for cries for help. He only really got the memo when Heavy hurled a medical tray at his head once, leaving a noticeable dent in his beloved helmet that was still there to this day.

Engi turned his attention back to the screen, his thoughts so scattered that he’d stopped paying attention to what was going on for a moment, though it didn't seem like he missed much. Medic was still pitching his hips into Heavy’s sternum, but now the giant’s wails were much louder, topping out at a scream before tapering into a long-winded, breathy moan.

It seemed that Medic was hitting some spot in him that was making him writhe and wail wantingly, gripping his doctor all the tighter in desperation. Engi had to admit that he didn’t know enough about human anatomy to discern what it was exactly Medic was doing to him, but he figured it could just as easily be some weird alteration that he’d made to Heavy’s body. If Engi was being honest, he wasn’t even sure what percentage of Heavy was still the original flesh that he started this job with.

Heavy’s moans became progressively louder and closer together, his body writhing under his doctor’s ruthless pursuit of the bear’s pleasure. He seemed to be trying to contain his want to move, struggling to keep his back from arching and hips from bucking, making every attempt to be good and do as Medic had said.

His struggle didn’t last for much longer though, as when Medic snapped his hips forward in one last hard thrust he let out a final yell. A howl loud enough to peak what the tape was able to play back, foamy, crackling static pouring out through the speakers in its stead.

Engineer squirmed in his chair at the sight, completely glued to the screen. He involuntarily let out his own, far quieter, stifled groan, much to his embarrassment. His face flooded a hot pink by a mix of shame and arousal.

When the audio returned to normal Heavy was panting hard, a blissful look of satisfaction on his face. His hands were gently rubbing at the bruises he’d left on Medic’s hips, having gripped them much tighter than he’d intended to in his ecstasy.

Medic, however, didn’t look to be fairing so well. His face was hot and red, scrunched up in concentration as his hips continued to rock shallowly. He looked almost pained in a way, curled up on himself and panting out soft whimpers.

Heavy noticed Medic’s struggle when he came down off of his high, taking the doctor gently by the arm and lifting him up and out of where he was sitting in Heavy’s guts. Evidently he had not finished at the same time as his lover, still hard to what looked to be a painful degree.

A sharp gasp was punched out of the German’s throat as Heavy lifted him; Engi could only imagine what the shock of going from the overwhelming toasty heat of Heavy’s internals to the cold sterile air of the infirmary felt like. Evidently it was a hard feeling to fight, as Medic screwed his eyes shut with the effort it took to tamp down his excitement. Heavy reached his free hand forward, wrapping it around Medic’s length and squeezing him tightly, helping him to suppress his body’s want to finish.

For a moment Engi couldn’t parse out why they were doing this as neither of them seemed particularly pleased about it, Medic obviously struggling and Heavy looking at him sympathetically. The Texan mentally smacked himself when the answer dawned on him; truly his arousal must've melted his brain if it wasn’t immediately apparent that the doctor blowing his load into Heavy’s sensitive chest cavity wasn't a particularly smart idea. Engi did have to let himself off the hook a little bit, considering that none of what had happened so far seemed like a bright idea, but to the couple’s credit nothing had gone awry yet.

“Come here, Doktor. Heavy will make you feel better,” the Russian hummed once Medic seemed to regain a bit of his composure, easily sliding the German forward by the arm. Soon Medic was situated, sitting on the giant’s collarbone which had been untouched by the doctor’s scalpel. Heavy released his grip on the German opting instead to wrap his arms around his midriff, drawing Medic in closer until his head was situated between the doctor’s legs.

Medic let out a soft pleading sound when Heavy began gingerly kitten licking the blood from between the doctor’s thighs. Engi bit his lip as he watched, feeling his gut twist knowing that Heavy was licking his own blood off the doctor. But now that he’d grown to expect the oddities of the couple’s love making the feeling was more so of arousal then disgust.

Heavy didn’t keep Medic wanting for too long though as he soon took the doctor into his mouth, sucking on him with a purr rumbling in the back of his throat. Medic immediately let out a long keening whine at the attention, arching his back in a way that sent his head out of frame.

That made Engi frown, he’d found that he quite liked to watch the two’s faces, especially when they gazed at each other lovingly. He supposed that he would make do with watching just Heavy as he gazed up at Medic adoringly, watching his lover’s looks and cries of euphoria as the Russian suckled on him.

Occasionally Heavy would break the seal of the vacuum in his mouth with a thick pop, pulling away just enough to lick and kiss the doctor’s sensitive flesh. Pleased to watch the way goosebumps rose over his skin and quivers of pleasure shook his thighs; Medic’s hips involuntarily canting forward at the stimulation before Heavy would suck him back into his mouth, forcing loud pitchy moans out of the German.

In his desperation to finish, Medic began bucking his hips hard against Heavy's face. Just watching it made Engi’s throat hurt but Heavy didn’t seem to mind one bit. No sputtering coughs or gags coming from him. If anything he encouraged the behavior, wrapping his arms tighter around the doctor’s waist, not letting him back too far out of the Russian’s hot inviting throat. At Heavy’s insistence, Medic began to hump his mouth, groaning languidly with every shallow rut of his hips, jerking violently in heightened pleasure every time Heavy swallowed around him, thick sweet pressure pressing in all around him.

Engi could tell that the doctor was getting to his wits end, loud pitchy, whiney groans peeling out of his throat every time he bucked forward into Heavy’s wet heat. It seemed to take only another hard thrust or two to send the doctor over the edge, a shrill scream wrenching out of his throat as Heavy swallowed him down, Adam’s apple bobbing with every mouthful he happily took.

Even once Medic had been spent, Heavy did not release him, still pressing him tight against his mouth and sucking on him insistently, looking to coax out any little dribble of spend Medic still had in him.
Medic for one was too preoccupied with the waves of pleasure that were coursing through him to be bothered by what Heavy was doing. And the giant was more than happy to continue lapping at his doctor’s crotch while the German reveled in his high, kissing and licking at the partially dried blood on the inside of his lover’s trembling thighs.

Medic allowed Heavy to have at him for a while, easily spreading his legs further to give the bear more working room. The tape was finally quiet for a moment, only the barely audible sounds of Medic’s panting and Heavy’s tongue against his lover’s skin coming out of the speakers.

Engi writhed at the moment of calm, biting his lip in a bid to stifle his own groans and pants; all too aware of them now that the couple’s moans weren’t drowning him out. He tried desperately to keep his body still, balling his fists into the fabric of his pants, willing his hips not to rock as he watched Heavy’s wet tongue trace over Medic’s flushed, bloody skin.

He shook his head slightly, both in an attempt to dispel the hot blush on his face and in a vague denial that he found his friends fornication this concerningly hot. Warm flashes were still rolling through him in waves when Medic finally gave a whimper of dissent, gently pulling himself away from Heavy’s persistent licks and kisses, overstimulated.

“Doktor has had enough?” Heavy asked in a hum, voice even more rough then it had been before. In reply Medic ducked his head, leaning down to kiss Heavy slow and languid on the mouth, his face finally coming back into frame.

“For ze moment,” he purred simply once he pulled away from the kiss, nuzzling his face against Heavy’s affectionately. He finally let his tired legs relax, sitting back further on Heavy’s chest so he could curl his upper body close to his bear’s face. However that didn’t last for long as he soon jolted up when he accidentally sat on Heavy’s exposed ribcage.

“Oh my, I forgot zat you aah vide open,” he giggled, looking over his shoulder at Heavy’s plethora of exposed organs, well loved in a multitude of ways by the doctor. Engi cringed a little at that, he wouldn’t feel particularly reassured if his doctor candidly admitted that they’d forgotten he was still cut open. But, Heavy didn’t seem to feel the same, giggling lightly at his doctor before asking, “Heavy is just that good, hm?”

“Oh Ja you aah,” Medic giggled slyly in reply, turning back to face his lover in order to press kisses all across his cheeks and nose. “I should really check und make sure I didn’t hurt you, zough,” Medic hummed pensively, moving to turn around and inspect Heavy’s intestines. However, Heavy wasn’t so keen on that idea, wrapping his arms tighter around Medic to keep him from straying.

“Heavy feels just fine, Doktor. Should stay right here,” the Russian murmured against his side, nuzzling his face against his lover’s warm skin, a bit tacky with sweat.

“Vell, of course you do, silly. Ze Medigun is numbing you,” Medic teased in faux chiding, pinching Heavy’s cheek playfully.

“But Doktor is always so gentle, he never hurts Heavy,” the bear rebuked, not yet letting Medic go. If the earlier display was what Heavy considered the doctor being gentle, Engi couldn’t imagine what the German playing rough would look like.

“I know, but I svear ze vone time I don’t check is going to be ze night you die of internal bleeding at ze dinnah table, und I vill be ze laughing stock of ze whole team,” Medic said, flicking Heavy in the nose lightly. With a sigh Heavy finally acquiesced, reluctantly letting his partner go, but not without first leaving him with a light kiss on his bruised hip.

Engi honestly couldn’t blame the doctor, whenever Heavy experienced any kind of health complication every finger was immediately pointed at Medic. Usually not without reason, but Engi could understand not wanting to admit to what he’d done this time. The Texan could only imagine the crude jokes Medic would get tossed his way for the next few years if he accidently fucked Heavy to death; and the southerner would be lying if he said he wouldn’t also tease the doctor relentlessly.

Medic shuffled around until he was facing the other way, reaching over to one of his medical carts for the instruments necessary to perform the inspection. With a small flashlight and probe in hand, the doctor began to poke around Heavy’s guts, searching for any damage he may have inflicted by accident in his excitement. He kept himself suspended over Heavy’s open chest cavity as he did, however Engi hazard a guess that on most occasions the doctor wasn’t any better than his birds when it came to laying in his partner’s warm gore.

However, Medic’s inspection was interrupted when he let out a soft yelp, Heavy having started pressing soft kisses to his rear.

“Vat do you zink you’re doing, mister?” Medic giggled, twisting to send a questioning look over his shoulder at the bear.

“Doktor cannot put his Милая попка in Heavy’s face and expect him not to kiss it,” the Russian hummed back playfully, only pressing more kisses to the doctor’s exposed skin.

“Fair enough,” Medic chuckled in return before turning back to his inspection, knowing he’d be no better in Heavy’s shoes.

Engi couldn’t help but smile at the interaction, reminded of the playful teasing chatter that the two had shared in the other tapes he’d watched. However, Heavy’s innocent kisses soon turned to obscene licking, grabbing the doctor’s hips and dragging him closer to the Russian’s insistent mouth.

“Heavy, you aah being very naughty,” Medic moaned out, no doubt trying to chastise his lover for the distraction, but couldn’t help the overwhelm of please flooding his veins. Besides, any menace he could’ve mustered in his voice would’ve been negated by the way he let Heavy have his way, pushing his hips back against his lover’s face.

The doctor let out a weak, thin groan as Heavy continued to tongue him, head drooping as he poked his ass up higher, seeking more of what Heavy was so willing to give. And Heavy was happy to provide, the wet sounds of his eagerness to please and Medic’s mewling cries flooded out of the speakers, making Engineer shift in his seat, fighting his own urge to moan at the sight.

Although Medic was soon snapped out of his mindless acceptance of the pleasure when the instruments in his hands clattered loudly against the steel operating table, the doctor’s body having gone so limp with pleasure that he’d nearly let them go.

Once the German snapped out of it, he reached around to lightly bat his hand at Heavy’s face, not stopping until the bear’s tongue was finally back in his mouth.

“Stop zat, du schmutziger junge! I am trying to do somezing!” Medic bit through barely restrained giggles, pinching Heavy’s nose chidingly for good measure, the bear only chuckling mischievously before replying,

“Heavy can not help himself when Doktor has such perfect, beautiful body,” he murmured, roving his hands over the warm flesh of Medic’s hips and thighs. The praise got a wide gloating smile to worm its way across Medic’s face. Despite the way the team usually considered Heavy to be the one wrapped around Medic’s finger, the bear seemed fairly competent at swaying the doctor with a well placed compliment.

“I suppose I can’t fault you for zat,” Medic hummed, words brimmed so full with vanity that it sent a sobering shot of annoyance through Engineer. But Heavy seemed unperturbed, smiling adoringly at his doctor’s confidence.

“Kiss all you like, but zat smart tongue of yours is much too distracting,” Medic corrected gently, tapping his finger on the tip of Heavy’s arched nose playfully.

“Whatever you say, Doktor,” Heavy hummed obediently. There was a mischievous look on his face but Medic missed it, far too pleased with his lover’s subservience to notice and it quickly came back to bite him in the ass, literally.

As soon as the German turned back to his inspection, Heavy sunk his teeth into the plump flesh of his doctor’s behind. Medic let out a startled shriek before whipping his head around to look back at Heavy, his lips pressed in a thin line trying to contain a wide grin.

“Doktor never said anything about biting,” Heavy managed between fervent giggles once he released the doctor’s flesh from his jaws, leaving behind a perfect imprint of his teeth on Medic’s ass.

“Oh, you-!” Medic snipped, red in the face with indignation and the effort it took to not give Heavy the satisfaction of finding his behavior funny. Instead, he turned away, Heavy letting out a sudden shrill yelp of his own when Medic flicked him straight in the dick for recompense, aiming directly for the wet spot in the front of his pants.

They both whipped their heads around to glare at each other for their mutual offences, but it didn’t last for long before they both burst out into hysterical laughter. Medic eventually devolved into snorts which only made Heavy laugh harder in return. Engineer found himself chuckling a little along with them, watching with a smile as they attempted to quell their bright laughter.

“Okay, okay, Heavy promises he will behave,” Heavy managed through residual chuckles, finally having caught his breath.

“You had better, or else I vill start biting back,” Medic giggled manically, gnashing his sharp, bright-white teeth at his lover with an audible click.

“Mmn, do not threaten Heavy with good time, Doktor,” Heavy chuckled.

“I assure you, you vill not be having such a good time ven I bite your dick off,” Medic said matter of factly before turning back to inspecting Heavy’s guts, a manic grin still all across his face. Despite the way the threat put some horrifying, stomach turning imagery in Engi’s head, Heavy seemed nothing but love struck at the doctor’s words. A big doofy grin on his face as he gazed at his lover, eyes filled to the brim with adoring love sickness. Engi mused that they really were made for each other, a lopsided grin on his face as he watched Heavy’s cheeks turned pink at the same fantasies Engi found sickening.

After another minute or so, Medic deemed his examination complete, rearing back to sit on Heavy’s collar once again, stating “Vell, I do not see any bleeding or torn tissue, so you aah ready to be closed back up,” with a smile. However, Heavy didn’t seem particularly interested in his results, grumbling upsettedly into the small of Medic’s back for a reason Engi couldn’t discern. But, he soon understood when Medic replied to his lover’s whining with,

“Naughty boys who bite don’t get their faces sat on, ja,” light in teasing chiding. Evidently Heavy was disappointed that when Medic sat back down it wasn’t on his face and with a warm rush of embarrassment Engi found that he felt similarly.

“Doktor,” Heavy pleaded in a soft groaning whine, wrapping his arms back round the German’s midriff.

“Oh, I know, I am just terrible; I fucked your guts just ze vay you like, und now zis. How do you put up vis me, truly,” Medic giggled in light taunting in response to Heavy’s whining and complaining, Although despite that the look on his face screamed that he wanted it just as badly as Heavy.

“Besides, I zink my poor operation table has had enough das ficken for one evening,” Medic hummed, voicing his true reason for turning Heavy down now that he’d gotten his teasing out of the way. As if to demonstrate, Medic rocked himself up and down a few times, the table squealing out its dissent loudly.

“I guess,” Heavy grumbled, nuzzling his face against Medic’s side again as he moped.

“Ve have to save somezing for dessert after dinner, don’t ve?” Medic giggled, hooking a finger under Heavy’s chin and kissing a smile onto his bear’s face, promising to satiate his request later. Engi was earnestly impressed by the couple’s stamina, he was feeling worn out and all he’d done was watch a tape. Although, a lot of his exhaustion probably stemmed from all the energy he had devoted to trying to repress the thoughts and feelings the tape was giving him.

“But before zat, lets get you put back in vone piece,” Medic chuckled after he pulled away from the kiss, reaching over to the Medigun, and inadvertently the camera as well, and dragging it closer to Heavy’s gaping chest incision. With the camera pulled so close to Heavy, all Engineer was left with was audio and a black screen.

He first heard the hum of the Medigun be turned up to its full intensity, having been turned down to numb but not heal. And soon after followed the wet sound of Heavy’s internals being healed, his skin stretching and mending over the vast wound. But alongside that he could also hear the couple talking, soft light and sincere.

“Ich liebe dich, mein Kuschelbär.”

“Я тоже тебя люблю, мой дорогой.”

Engi had heard the sequence of foreign words an innumerable amount of times by this point. Yelled at the top of their lungs over the roar of the battlefield for friends and foes alike to hear, whispered oh-so softly to each other in quiet moments they thought none of the others could hear and every other volume and scenario in between.

Strangely, this simple declaration of love made Engi feel more like a gross pervert than any of the rest of the tape combined. He felt as though he had infringed on the deepest way two people could communicate and connect, even if Heavy and Medic’s methods for doing so were quite unconventional.

He sighed, burying his face, still burning with a plethora of emotions, in his hands. Frustrated with himself as despite his shame and guilt he couldn’t seem to muster a single ounce of regret. He worriedly wondered that if he had the chance to go back and never watch the tape that he’d still choose to do it.

However, before Engi could wallow any longer, he heard the sound of Medic moving the camera again. He decided to continue watching, he was already in this deep and besides the tape was approaching the time capacity its size could hold.

When Medic pulled the Medigun away from Heavy’s chest, revealing freshly mended skin, he gasped softly.

“Oh My, I zink I accidentally recorded us having sex,” Medic giggled as he picked up the camera from where it was mounted. He turned it to face himself, letting Engi get a good look at him. He was covered in sweat, his curly-Q of hair plastered to his forehead. His glasses sat crooked on his face, the only article of “clothing” he was still wearing and there were a few small flecks of Heavy’s blood splattered across his face.

“да, Heavy knows. Noticed camera while ago,” Heavy’s voice came from off screen. In reply, Medic gasped dramatically, faking scandalized. He flopped over atop Heavy, laying against his newly mended chest and bringing the bear’s face into frame. The Russian looked at the camera for a moment before turning his attention to his doctor with a soft pleased smile.

“I can’t believe zat ze team zinks I’m ze pervert of ze two of us,” Medic huffed dramatically, to which Heavy looked like he was desperately trying not to laugh directly in his lover’s face.

“Doktor does not think he is pervert?” Heavy asked, fighting to keep giggles out of his voice.

“Now, I nevah said zat,” Medic said in turn, the both of them breaking out into giggles.

“Is okay, both of us can be perverts together,” Heavy purred, curling his arms around Medic and kissing him on the cheek adoringly.

“I zink zat is vat ve just recorded,” Medic laughed, getting the same out of Heavy. “Oh! Und vould you look at zat! We did it in just ze right amount of time, vis ten minutes to spare even!” Medic exclaimed jovially, having noticed the time stamp in the corner of the recording.

“да, we make love in efficient amount of time,” Heavy concurred, getting a giggle out of Medic.

“Zat is vone vay to say you finished early,” Medic joked juvenilely, giggling at Heavy’s expense.

Heavy looked unamused by that, giving his doctor a frown as the German chuckled at his own joke. In that moment Heavy seemed to realize that he could move now, no longer having to worry about losing his organs or bleeding out. He tightened his hold on Medic with a mischievous grin before rolling the both of them over until the bear was the one on top, Medic giggling giddily the whole time. The camera spun with them, still in Medic’s hold, and when the frame settled it showed Medic laying on his belly, camera held out in front of himself as Heavy hovered above him, grabbing his hips in his massive palms.

Medic looked more than happy to be pressed against the operating table, the usually cold steel having been thoroughly warmed by Heavy’s abundant body heat.

“Doktor won’t be so eagar to tease when Heavy fucks him for hours and hours,” Heavy growled in the German’s ear, lining his ass up with his groin and rocking his hips into him, acting out what he’d said. Medic for one looked to be into it immediately, pushing his hips back to give Heavy more to grind on, a flustered look of arousal on his face.

“Oh, vill you fick mich from dusk till dawn?” Medic asked in a purr, arching his back to press harder against Heavy’s bucking hips. More than pleased by the sensation of Heavy’s scratchy work pants rubbing against his skin, moaning with delight whenever he could feel the Russian’s wet spot press against him.

“Heavy will make you his for much, much longer than that, Doktor,” Heavy snarled playfully in the German’s ear. Apparently that was exactly what Medic wanted to hear as a wide, manic smile took his face, his eyes flooding with wild lustful desire and a wicked snicker came from deep in his throat.

“Hmm, vould you still fick mich after you’ve made me sore und tender?” Medic asked seductively, egging Heavy on to continue their made up scenario, more interested in the fantasy then the prosperity of his operating table as it groaned precariously under their rutting.

“Of course, Doktor, and he will keep going long after,” Heavy spoke in a deep rumble, sending a shot of heat straight through Engineer, something about his low raspy voice scratching an itch in the Texan’s brain. The bear took one of Medic’s legs and easily flipped him onto his back like he weighed nothing, the display of strength making Medic squeal with delight.

Engi found that he liked it much better when the camera was mounted somewhere as Medic made for a rather poor cameraman, the frame wobbling around when Heavy turned him over and when it finally stabilized all Engineer could see was Heavy biting and kissing Medic’s collarbone, sucking big purple bruises into the doctor’s skin, much to his unfettered glee.

Although, even with the doctor’s abysmal camerawork he could tell Heavy had gone straight back to humping him between the camera shaking rhythmically and the continued squeaking of the operating table. He could even see that one of the doctor’s legs had been slung over Heavy’s shoulder, Engi could only imagine how good that stretch felt after his legs had been curled under him for a majority of the tape.

“Vould you fick mich even ven I’m raw und bloody?” Medic growled through moans, completely taken by the idea of Heavy having at him for a brutal length of time, drooling a little in his bloodlust.

“Anything you want, Doktor,” Heavy purred in reply, happy to encourage Medic’s wild fantasies. Despite that, though, his grinding soon came to a halt, the giant scooping the doctor up in his arms and flopping over on the operating table, bringing them back to how they’d been laying before.

“Aww, vhy did you stop?” Medic whined wantingly, turning over on his side to nudge at Heavy needily.

“Doktor said is good to save dessert for after dinner, no?” Heavy teased, breaking out into loud bright laughter when Medic’s face instantly crumbled into an annoyed grimace upon getting his own words thrown back in his face. The German groaned with irritation as Heavy nuzzled his face, rubbing in the fact that he’d gotten his revenge for the initial snide comment.

“Ja, okay, you got me,” Medic declared reluctantly to which Heavy giggled, his joyful amusement infectious to the doctor, a smile of his own soon spreading across his face.

Heavy spared a glance toward the camera still cradled in Medic’s hands while he was pressing his face to the doctor’s, seemingly only just now remembering it was there. Once he was done teasing his lover he pulled him a bit closer and asked, “what should do with tape?”

“I don't know,” Medic hummed softly, preoccupied with rubbing his face against Heavy’s cheek and neck adoringly. “Maybe our grandchildren vill vatch it some day,” Medic giggled, getting the first genuine look of shock from Heavy in the whole tape.

“Doktor!” the bear scolded, flushed pink at even the idea of something like that happening.

“Oh, I jest, besides our grandchildren vill probably be birds und monkeys,” Medic said through the vestiges of his laughter, petting where blush had risen to Heavy’s cheeks with his free hand, pleased to feel the rush of Heavy’s blood beneath his skin.

“да, this is true, Heavy is sure Zhanna and Solly will make plenty of babies to continue blood line for us,” Heavy chuckled, all too acclimated to the doctor’s preference to animals over people, excluding Heavy of course. “Does not matter to Heavy, will be happy so long as he is with you, Doktor,” Heavy murmured definitively, turning to place kisses all across Medic’s face, getting delighted giggles out of the doctor.

And with that the tape unceremoniously ended, having run out of time, leaving Engi with a blank, black screen reflecting his visage.

He stared at himself for a moment, completely flush in the face and sweaty; wondering distantly if he felt more like throwing up or jerking off.

Ultimately he did neither of those things, realizing with a dulled sense of accomplishment that he’d managed to fix the VCR when it spat the completed tape out, entirely unharmed. He’d damn near forgotten that the stupid machine was what got him into this situation in the first place.

He took the tape from where it was ejected from the machine, turning it over in his hands as he mused about what he’d just watched, his thoughts and feelings just as jumbled as the tangled pile of tape in his trash can.

With a long, defeated sigh, Engineer reluctantly accepted that the most prominent thought he had about the tape was that it was overwhelmingly hot. And he found himself actively fighting the urge to rewind the tape so he could shove it back in the machine and watch it all over again. Maybe just watch and rewatch his favorite parts; oh god… he had favorite parts, there really was something wrong with him.

He set the tape down with an embarrassing level of reluctance and stood up. Maybe stretching his legs would help him think straight, or at the very least encourage blood flow to his brain and not to his crotch.

He paced around his workshop for a while, willing his knees to stop feeling weak beneath the weight of his body. In his pacing he nearly tripped over the box of remaining tapes that sat near his desk. Right, he needed to give those back to Medic.

But that raised the question, did he give the sex tape back as well? Should he be honest and tell Medic he’d watched it all the way through. Half truth it and say he only saw a bit before ejecting it. Completely lie and say he didn’t find it at all and mix it in with the others. Or do the worst possible thing and tell the doctor it had been one of the few destroyed and keep it for his own uses. Engi smacked himself in the head for wanting to choose the last option.

He had to give it back, it was the right thing to do; and Engi liked to think he was a good person, well outside of the whole mercenary thing. Or just at the very least, a good friend to the people he’s been working and living with for the last several years.

Just when Engi had his mind made up, but was still debating on if he should watch the tape again before returning it, he had a small heart attack when his door knob started jostling. He yelped “Jesus H Christ!!” quite loudly, clutching his chest as his heart thundered hard against his ribcage.

“Yo hard hat! Yah alright in dere?” Scout’s chipper voice came through the door, tainted with light concern.

“Y-yeah! I’m just fine, Jackrabbit,” Engi managed in reply, trying desperately to quell the stutter in his voice. He frantically hid the tape in the bottom of the box with the others, despite it being innocuously titled and the contents being completely unknowable until it was played, he didn’t want any chance of the youngin’ seeing or hearing any of it. He knew Scout was twenty seven but his paternal instincts were screaming at him.

“Good, cuz Pa made suppah an ‘e’s gonna be totally pissed if yah ain’t dere,” Scout said nonchalantly through the door, completely unaware of how distraught the news made Engineer. He’d been hoping to hole up in his work shop for the rest of the night in order to beat his weird feelings about this stupid goddamn tape into submission before dealing with his life in the morning, but needing to be at dinner threw a wrench into those plans.

And it wasn’t as though he could skip it, Spy took anyone not eating the food he made very personally and the Frenchman would most certainly get to the bottom of why Engi didn’t show. The Texan shuttered, imagining just how good a blackmail tool this would be. He would do just about anything to avoid the rest of the team knowing he’d watched a more then an hour long recording of Medic fucking Heavy’s intestines and liked it.

“Tell ‘em I’ll be right there!” Engi shouted through the door to the boy, trying to buy himself enough time to fix himself up.

“Yeah okay, but yah only got, like, 15 minutes,” Scout said in reply, the sound of his cleats clattering down the hall as he went off in search of others to drag to dinner following soon after.

Engi huffed a stern sigh at the challenge, he could make himself look presentable and not like he’d just watched his friends’ sex tape and had a meltdown about it in that amount of time.

“For Christ's sake, Dell. Yah kill people for’a livin’, the revelation that watchin’ folks have sex is hot shouldn’t have yah in such’a tizzy,” he said sternly to himself as he made his way over to his mirror to try and straighten himself out and hopefully rub some of the blush out of his cheeks. Things really weren’t as simple as he was telling himself, but he hoped that if he could fool himself into believing that, he could act normal during dinner. However, his faith in himself completely crumbled when he stood before his mirror and realized that he had a wet spot in the front of his pants. He hung his head.

“Dagnabbit.”

Ten minutes later Engi was trotting down the hall to the dining room, in a new, much cleaner pair of pants. He hoped that he could get through dinner with little incident and get back to his room sooner rather than later, hopefully with enough time to watch the tape again.

He shook his head, trying to knock the dirty thoughts from his mind, annoyed with himself. He stepped into the kitchen to find that most of the team was already gathered inside, the smell of beef bourguignon hanging thick in the air. If nothing else, Engi could take solace in knowing that dinner would be delicious.

He weaved around his teammates, greeting them mildly as he did, hoping he looked normal as he took a seat at the very end of the table next to Pyro. She wouldn’t ask him questions and pry about what was bothering him like all the rest of his teammates. He greeted the Texan cheerfully, looking up from her crayons and coloring book to do so, leaning into Engi’s space to nuzzle him affectionately.

While Engi was normally just as touchy feely as the rest of his teammates he had a tendency to be more adverse to it when he was stressed. Especially now, irrationally worried that his friends would feel the guilt and shame that hampered him on his skin like a thick layer of grime.

But Pyro didn’t notice any such thing, soon pulling away once he was done greeting Engi and turned back to her coloring book.
Engi breathed a sigh of relief before surveying the room for either of the couple. Medic was not yet in the room and Engi could hear Heavy’s voice wafting out of the kitchen as he helped with the food. He hoped he could avoid talking to them or even making eye contact, especially with Medic. The man had zero sense of privacy and would probably ask Engi if he liked their gore porn in front of the whole team.
The Texan shuttered at the mere idea of that happening, suddenly feeling his appetite drain away. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt someone wrap their arms around his shoulders, biting back a startled yelp. To his utter relief it was just Soldier who was hanging off of him.

“Hello, Engi!!” He barked directly in the Texan’s ear making his nerves fray further than they already were.

“Howdy, Soldier boy,” Engi hummed back, hoping the greeting didn’t sound as forced as it felt. If Soldier noticed he certainly didn’t care, taking to yelling at Sniper across the room to get his feet off the table instead. The marksman sat directly across from Engi, sending him a soft smile as he reluctantly complied with Solly’s orders. It was usually best not to contest the American on mundane things unless you were prepared to fight your way out of the subsequent headlock for insubordination.

Engi returned the smile, relieved that he was surrounded by the two least talkative members of the team. Both of them had a habit of silently enjoying their meals alongside the rest of the team, mildly listening to the rowdy conversation on the other end of the table and Engi was looking to do just that.

Soon enough Heavy brought out a large pot containing the stew and dinner commenced. By the time everyone had a serving, Medic trotted into the room, dragging a semi unconscious Demo along with him. He settled the Scotsman in a chair before sitting down beside him, giving Spy a chipper, and completely insincere, apology for his and Demo’s tardiness before rambling on about some surgery he’d performed on the bomber. Engi was silently thankful for how far apart he happened to be seated from the doctor. And while Heavy was right next to Sniper, the Texan would manage.

He spent most of dinner trying to focus on eating, hoping no one noticed his lack of conversing or the way he struggled to discern what was a regular amount to be looking at Heavy to not make it obvious he was trying to avoid his attention.

As soon as he could without looking suspicious, Engi got up from the table and washed his plate before making his way out of the room, having successfully avoided making a fool of himself. At least to the rest of the team, as he’d been mentally whipping himself for watching Heavy’s mouth as he ate, lost in thought about the contents of the tape for longer than he’d like to admit to.
He heaved a great sigh of relief as he b-lined for his workshop only to suck it straight back in when he gasped at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder. He turned, letting out the breath he was holding when he saw it was Sniper, not ideal but it definitely could’ve been worse.

“Yah alroight, mate? Yah seemed koind off at doinnah,” Sniper hummed softly through his thick accent. Engi knew he could easily say he was fine and have Sniper leave him alone. It was something of a rule of thumb that everyone was entitled to having an occasional bad day, the rest of the team would only start pushing if the feeling persisted outside of a reasonable amount of time.

Despite that, though, Engi had the sudden urge to spill his guts to Sniper. Tell him about what he’d done and plead for the marksman to tell him how he wasn’t wracked with shame after that night he'd spent sandwiched between the couple on the common room sofa.

Instead all he managed to squeak out was a quiet, sincere, “I feel guilty.”

Sniper quirked his head a bit at that, not replying for a long while as he waited for Engineer to elaborate. But when all the Texan did was stand there and shift his weight back and forth uncomfortably, Sniper prompted him.

“Yah wanna tell me why?” the marksman chuckled softly, not seeing how he could help with that miniscule amount of information.

“…no,” Engi replied after averting his eyes from Sniper’s questioning look. That got a tiny huff of laughter out of the Australian as he gave the southerner a look that was a mix between exasperation and sympathy.

“Alroight,” Sniper said in blind acceptance, adjusting his hat as he evaluated the best way to go about this. Engi was overwhelmingly relieved when Sniper didn’t pry or leave him alone after he refused to elaborate, instead simply meeting him where he stood.

“Come’er, mate,” Sniper said, opening his arms to offer his affection to the Texan, figuring that it was a safe bet to offer comfort to someone who was feeling bad, no matter what it was over. Engi hesitated at first, but eventually caved, he’d already told Sniper of his guilt so there was no point in denying a hug that he could really use. Engineer laid his head on the sharpshooter’s chest, letting him wrap his lanky arms around his sternum.

“Well, since yah don’t wanna tell me wots goin’ on, Oi suppose Oi’ll just say somethin’ and hope it’s wot yah need to hear,” Sniper said easily, an undertone of amusement in his voice at the absurdity of his method. But he went through with it when Engi nodded his head in acceptance.

“If Oi know anythin’ about you, yah a chronic overthinker,” Sniper began mildly, rubbing his hands over Engi’s back comfortingly. “So Oi’d hazard tah guess that wotevah has you feelin’ guoilty ain’t as bad as you thoink.”

Engi buried his face in the crook of Sniper’s neck; the marksman’s evaluation would be right on the money in most situations, but the Texan worried that this particular set of circumstances was an upset to that norm.

Sniper seemed to sense the way his words failed to sway Engi’s guilt, so he continued.

“The other thoing Oi know about yah is that your a koind and considerate person. If wotevah it is that’s makin’ yah feel guoilty has you thoinkin’ that you’re a bad person, just remembah; bad people don’t wondah if they’re doin’ somethin’ bad, they just do it without a second thought,” Sniper said softly. Engi supposed that was true, if he was really as bad as his mind was telling him, he would’ve already decided to keep the tape and lie to Medic and went about his day without a care.

The Texan huffed a soft sigh, sagging into Sniper’s hold a bit when he came to the conclusion that there was nothing else to do but be honest and return the tape. He’d never know peace if he didn’t and the faster he had a clear conscience the better.

“Thanks Slim, that helped a whole lot more than yah know,” Engi said after a moment, finally pulling away from the bushman’s hold.

“Oh, okay, great,” Sniper replied, seemingly baffled that his method of saying random bullshit had actually worked, but he seemed happy nonetheless.

“I-uh, I’ve gotta go do somethin’ but thanks again, partner,” Engi said as he slipped by Sniper, quickly making his way to his workshop. If he didn’t do this now he was worried he’d lose his nerve and the dirty part of his brain would convince him to watch the tape just one more time.

Soon enough he had the box of tapes in hand and he was making his way towards the infirmary, trying to will his hands to stop shaking and blush to stop creeping on to his cheeks. However, before he could make it to the med bay he happened to nearly plow straight into the man he was looking for in the same hallway that they had first exchanged the box of tapes in.

Engi yelped in surprise, stumbling back in a panic. Medic on the other hand barely even flinched, a smile taking his face when he recognized Engi and what he was holding. Engineer was a little shocked that when he looked the doctor in the eye for the first time after watching the tape that he didn’t feel any differently about the man before him.

Medic was still his friend and coworker of the past several years, and nothing about that had changed in the last few hours. The Texan could feel butterflies flutter in his gut, but not in any kind of attraction; instead for fear of how his friend may think of him now that he’d done what he had, in a way it was relieving.

“Oh my, have you already fixed ze VCR?” Medic asked gleefully, having flawlessly assessed the situation in a matter of moments. Engi simply nodded, his voice not wanting to cooperate. The nerve Sniper had helped him build was fading fast now that he was actually face to face with the doctor. He had looked awfully small next to Heavy in the tape, the bear easily towering over him and maneuvering him with ease. But now, under the dim, eerie hallway lights that casted harsh shadows on his face, he looked especially foreboding; shoulders square and sharp teeth glinting under the overhead lights.

Engi swallowed thickly at the German’s intimidating presence, his mind unhelpfully playing back the moment in the tape that Medic had jovially threatened to bite Heavy’s dick off, now faced with his great maw of teeth it certainly didn’t seem like that much of a joke anymore.

“Oh, good! I knew you could do it!” Medic said joyfully, breaking Engi out of his spiraling when he reached forward and pinched the Texan’s cheek playfully. It took more willpower than Engineer had ever needed to muster not to whimper.

“Here!” Engi yipped suddenly, thrusting the box of tapes in his arms into Medic’s chest, making him take it. “These, these ah yours,” He mumbled out lamely, trying to cover the panic in his initial cry.

“Oh,” Medic said, a little taken aback by Engi’s strange behavior, but he recovered quickly, “danke.” The doctor proceeded to peer inside the box, a frown crossing his face when he did. Engi began to panic at the sight, feeling drops of cold sweat start to bead on his face, wondering if somehow the doctor knew. But, before the Texan could get too swept away by his worries, Medic explained.

“You sure didn’t vhittle zese dovn very much,” the German giggled light heartedly, the frown lifting from his face as fast as it had come. Right, Engi had forgotten that the doctor was trying to get rid of the tapes, disappointed that twenty were coming back to him.

“Yeah, the VCR didn’t put up that much of’a fight after all,” Engi chuckled nervously, heart in his throat and fear twisting his gut as he continued, “But, uh, I’ve some bad news.” Medic tilted his head at the southerner curiously. Engi drew in a deep breath, knowing there was no going back after this, but ultimately it was the right thing to do. “I’ve gotta nother tape to give back to yah.” From the pouch on his belt Engi pulled the sex tape, holding it out to the German with a shameful amount of reluctance. “It’s your, ah… special tape,” Engi mustered bashfully, face hot and hands quivering.

“Oh! Did you vatch it?” were the first words out of Medic’s mouth followed by a light giggle, not making any move to take the tape from Engi’s grasp. The Texan immediately faltered, he’d decided he was going to tell the truth, but he’d also decided he wasn’t going to watch the tape when Medic had first told him about it. And now he found himself desperately fumbling over his words, unable to string together anything coherent. It wasn’t as though he even knew what answer he wanted to give anyway. He wanted to be honest but he also wasn’t sure if the question was sincere or not.

Medic had a tendency to treat everything like a joke, giggling at anything from his friends dying horrible deaths beside him to a particularly good pun. Because of that it was hard to tell when he was making a joke or being serious, only Heavy ever seemed to be able to make the distinction reliably. On top of that, Medic loved to tease and he was quite the flirt, and not just to Heavy. He adored poking and prodding his teammates for amusing reactions to entertain himself, even if the raunchy things he said weren’t coming from a place of attraction. But before Engi could settle on what to say, Medic cut off his rambling.

“I suppose ze question I should be asking is: did you like it?” the doctor snickered, cutting through Engi’s jumbled train of thought, having seen straight through the Texan’s panicking. He had a snide, sharp smile on his face as he asked, knowing and amused.

At the question Engineer only panicked more, his thoughts were completely scrambled at this point and he couldn’t even remember which question he was trying to answer. Let alone juggle the inquiry that he was in no way prepared to answer and he definitely didn’t want to admit to the doctor that he greatly enjoyed watching him and his lover screw.

“I- well, yah know… it’s not really like, I mean it kinda… no- I just, what I mean tah say is-”

“A simple yes or no vill suffice, Dell,” Medic giggled, amused and exasperated at the desperate excuses Engi was fumbling for, alleviating the Texan’s struggle with the simple statement. Engineer’s mind finally quieted for a brief moment, providing him with one definitive, truthful answer to both questions.

“I… I, y-yeah,” Engineer finally squeaked out defeatedly, dreading what reaction Medic might have, would he be disappointed in him, angry? But to Engi’s shock a warm sincere smile spread across the doctor’s face.

“Zat is gut, I vas hoping you’d have a nice time,” Medic chimed pleasantly. “Vell, have a gut nacht, Herr Engineah,” Medic said simply, ready to leave the discussion at that and head off to bed with no further fanfare, leaving Engi dumbfounded. He motioned to turn and walk off to his quarters, still not having taken the tape from the Texan’s hand.

“Wait!” Engi yelped, grabbing the crook of Medic’s arm as a means to make him stay. “Don’t you want this?” He asked frantically, holding the tape in his hands out to the doctor. He wanted it, badly, but he didn’t dare take it without first making a valiant effort to return it to its rightful owner, if for no other reason than to try and clear the guilt twisting his gut.

“Nine, I zink it vould be much bettah off in your hands,” Medic said through giggles, shifting to hold the box of remaining tapes under one arm just to push the tape further into Engi’s hands and against his chest.

“But, I mean, I don’t even know what I’d use it for,” Engi said with a strained chuckle. He knew exactly what he’d use it for but he was feigning innocence, pushing because Medic’s first assurance had not yet swayed the guilt stirring in him.

Medic looked as if he was stifling barks of laughter at Engi’s poor attempt to lie, but he didn’t call him out. Instead he laid a hand on the Texan’s shoulder, leaning in just a little to whisper, “you aah a smart man, Herr Engineah. I’m sure you can zink of somezing,” to him lowly.

Engineer stumbled over himself at the blatant teasing, nearly dizzied by the fact that Medic absolutely knew his intentions and was completely unbothered by it. He stuttered blankly for a moment as Medic straightened back up, granting Engineer his personal space back.

“Are you sure?” Engi asked, meek yet completely sincere, desperate for any of the doctor’s answers to clear his conscience.

“Do you vant me to take it from you?” Medic asked in reply, wondering if Engineer’s hesitance was actually a cry for help. But he was immediately proven wrong when the Texan yelped out a loud, curt, “no!” to which he immediately slapped his hand over his mouth, a harsh embarrassed blush stinging his face.

“Vell zen, I zink you have your answah,” Medic giggled, unbothered by Engi’s eagerness to keep the tape. He turned again, this time more definitively, seemingly no longer interested in trying to convince the Texan that he was allowed to have the recording and use it however he pleased.

Engi fumbled again, tripping over his words before finally asking, “what about Heavy, is he okay with it?” But before Medic could humor him with a response Engineer felt a massive palm settle on his shoulder, making him jump.

For some reason, Heavy was startlingly good at sneaking up on people, despite his size he was quite light footed. He heard a soft rumbling chuckle come from deep in the Russian’s chest before he spoke.

“Heavy thinks leetle man needs to relax,” the giant purred close to the Texan’s ear, giving him an encouraging pat on the back before leaving him be to go join his partner further down the hall.

“Go, have fun leetle Engineer, know we are going to,” Heavy called back to the Texan before smacking Medic on the ass playfully, prompting him further down the hall and towards their bedroom, the two of them giggling giddily at each other. Soon enough they disappeared down the dark hallway, leaving Engi by himself.

Engineer stood there for a moment, turning what the couple had said around in his mind. He came to the realization that he was the only one guilting himself for liking the tape, if anything the only two other people who had any say in the matter were encouraging him to do as he pleased. He had no reason to feel bad, he wasn’t doing anything to hurt his friends, liking the contents of the tape didn’t make him a bad friend or a bad person. Sniper was right, he’d over-thought so hard he’d nearly screwed himself out of enjoying something Heavy and Medic were explicitly trying to give him.

A new flush took his face now, one of excitement rather than shame. He turned on his heel and headed back towards his workshop. Surely the rest of the team could live without the VCR for another day or two while he worked out any last kinks with his new favorite tape.