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Whether he wanted him to follow or not, it was his job as medic to make sure all of his teammates were alive and healed. When he saw Road Hog fall into the chasm, his initial reaction was to check to see if he had fallen to his death or survived. He wasn't counting on being blasted into the cave with him as he was looking over the edge. Neither of this planned to be trapped together, but now they had a bigger problem: how the hell were they going to get out? Of course, Vin could change into a bat and fly out of there no problem, but that would mean revealing his powers in front of Road Hog. So he was just as stuck there as his teammate.
The larger fellow broke his fall when he fell into the hole, the blast from the rocket enough to push him over the edge and fall head first into the cave. The momentum from the blast at his backside made him flip in the air so that he landed on his back, feet hanging over Hog's shoulders, and his head on big belly. If the med pack hadn't taken most of the rocket's damage, his back would've been in worse shape, but the damn thing disintegrated, putting it out of commission and injuring him further. His skin felt like it had been shocked and burned, even with his protective coat on. Vinzenz groaned as he moved an inch, his whole body sore and broken. It would've been much worse if he landed on the hard ground. So Hog managed to save his ass this time.
"Excuse me, for doing what I'm supposed to do as a Medic," he griped. "You think I wanted to be surprised? I don't think you wanted to be either. And don't think I haven't forgotten you slipping away the other day. But I can't do anything if we're stuck here."
A noise of protest was made as Medic began to move off him, but he was still catching his breath and recovering from the pain of laughing in his injured state. Unable to stop the man from leaving.
Thankful it didnât seem like the Medic was planning on leaving him behind, but that didnât make him any less annoyed when the Doc began to fret over him. âThe best you could do is not touch me.â He growled when he got his breathe back, pushing Vinâs hand away as it moved to examine the enormous bruise covering his side, then, with a pained wheeze he tried to push himself to his feet as well, a difficult task given his condition but he made it, and as he did he staggered, stumbling over to the cave wall and holding himself up with it as he gasped.
With his back to the Medic the man would see the brute of his wounds, his back filled with shrapnel from the sticky bombs that pushed him down and a few rocks to boot, the skin around his shredded skin dark red from the explosions burn and blood. Roadhog seemed to have a tough hide, but the shrapnel sliced through his harness too, one of his shoulders pierced with a spike from the bombs casing
"Not touch you," the Medic scoffed. The man was worse than he knew, and he told him not to touch him. And by law of his kind, he couldn't. Vinzenz grumbled and was forced to resign to fellow cave dweller instead of team Medic. "Fine. But once I get back to base, you'll let me heal you with the medigun, at the very least. My small kit can't address every wound you have."
For Hog's sake, they'd go slow. With shrapnel in his back and first, some second degree burns in his skin, moving too much would prove extremely difficult and painful. Vin's back was along the same lines, even if he couldn't see it. He felt the heat of the explosion and the metal cutting into his back and clothes. Blood seeped through the cloth and dampened them, but he wasn't cold. The warmth of the burns and the blood made him feel hot. Which is why the darkness of the cave provided cool relief. His eyes could see as if they were in broad daylight. He didn't need a light, but for his comrade's sake, they needed one to traverse this awful place. Except, he didn't have light or a torch.
"We need to get out of here, or both of our injuries will become infected. And I don't feel like taking antibiotics." He spotted a way that led into the depths of the cavern, but he didn't know which direction they'd be going. "Let me go first, I'm not as injured as you."
He really only said it so he could use his night vision without being question why he could see well. Vin drew his saw and peeked down the dark space. He could hear water drips, but no sign of animal life. Which would be fantastic because he didn't feel like dealing with any residents that might be living here.
Roadhog was tense as he held himself up waiting for the pain of shifting his broken ribs to pass while also clenching his fist ready to give the Medic his final warning that he meant it when he said not to fucking touch himâŚ
However when agreement and an compromise followed the Medicâs annoyed grumble instead of an unwelcome hand, the giantâs head raised from where it had hung panting between his arms, looking suspiciously back at Vin. He looked him over for only a few moments before some of the tension seemed to leave him. âAlright.â He tentatively agreed. It surprised him that the Medic was abiding to his demand but he deeply appreciated it. If the man kept his word heâd consider keeping his.
The cool cave air helped his pain a little as well, but the throbbing agony of his burn seemed to reignite as soon as his back left the cold ground, not helping the pain of his shatter ribs. It was intense but heâd had worse. Once he caught his wheezing breath again, he pushed away from the wall, one arm carefully holding his side in a way that helped reduce the movement of his broken bones as he took slow lumbering steps towards the Medic.
A low begrudging grunt of agreement followed the Medicâs offer to leave, the giant unable to argue when his mask and its cracked lens didnât help him see in the slightest, but with the pain making breathing a little difficult and the light from above still peaking down at the current position he wouldnât be removing his facial covering. Maybe later when the pain had numbed and he felt it was dark enough that the Medic surely wouldnât see his face.
It was slow going at first, not only slowed down by the pain but weary to trust Vinâs lead. It would be an hour of slowly shuffling after the Medic before the pace picked up, and the whole hour Roadhog would spent silent aside from his distorted wheezy breathing echoing through the dark and the occasional grunt of acknowledgement at a warning to watch his step.
When they were far enough into the black darkness, Roadhog did decide to remove his mask, if only for a bit. A silver beard peppered a strong underbite jaw weakened by his double chin, his lips were big and plump with a piecing in the middle and two little tusks sticking out from the sides. This nose is thick but short and upturned in a fittingly piggish manner, a slashing scar running through it and over his cheek bones just under his eyes, and another piercing, a nose ring hung on his septum.
His eyes a hickory brown with the wisps of his iris lighter, giving his almond shaped eyes a leathery look. His brow protruded in a brutish manner that played to the rest of his rough features, the left of his thick but well trimmed eyebrows missing some hair as another slashing scar ran through it right next to the last of his facial piercings, a bar that pierced the eyebrow.
Roadhog was of Japanese decent but it would be a little difficult to tell through the more obvious conclusion a Medical man such as Vin might come to. Roadhogâs medical file hadnât made it over to the base yet but from his more pronounced facial features alongside his body size and deep voice the Medic might recognize the clear signs of gigantism and maybe detect the acromegaly as well.
As his mask was off Roadhog started to cleared the blood from it and his chin but only got some of the red smeared before he felt red eyes on him and unnerved slowly put his mask back on.
"If I had to make an educated guess," he said, moving carefully along the rocky floor and keeping his hand on the wall for support in case he took a wrong step. "Judging by your breathing, you have something like asthma, and a few cracked or broken ribs. So for your sake, we'll go slowly but steadily. Do you have anything that produces fire?"
He paused and glanced over his shoulder to find that Roadhog had removed his mask, but Vin didn't react. He must've been a private man, much like Spy, and wanted to preserve his identity. Or maybe he was shy. But he'd eventually have to remove it for a physical, so it was inevitable. He looked to be of either Asian or Polynesian descent, with thick brows, silver hair and stubble on his jaw and chin, and brown eyes. A scar interrupting the tanned skin of his face across his nose. But the most peculiar thing about him was the boar-like tusks on his bottom jaw. Suddenly he understood the pig persona he took on, but made no comment on it.
After just five minutes of walking carefully, Vin heard a noise above them, and he stopped. It sounded like wings flapping and squeaking. He'd know that sound anywhere. "Be careful, we have company. Nothing to worry about, they're just bats. Don't make any big movements or you'll frighten the lot of them."
He looked up and found them sleeping, though some were crawling around their pack mates. Vin didn't possess the ability to telepathically speak to them, but they could sense that he wasn't a normal human. They wouldn't question his different form as a bat and he could hide among them if he ever needed to. He would've never been in this mess if, as Roadhog graciously pointed out, he never followed him. But here they were, tip-toeing through a damp cave, injured, tired, and likely hungry.
"Are you doing alright?" The Medic checked in though he continued his navigation.
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@xceruleanrosesx
Humiliation round was over, RED had won and he knew exactly whom he'd pick as a target. Vin found the Spy walking by his lonesome when he approached, separated by his teammates' boisterous noises. He pushed Le Blanc into a space between buildings and pinned his wrists above his head. This was his version of humiliation, one that both of them could enjoy. But as he threw his wicked smirk at the Spy, he didn't get a reaction out of him, which was unlike him. Something seemed off. He didn't even seem to register what had happened and didn't care. Was he ill? Or maybe injured?
No, it was something incurable. He could sense it from him as he stood so close. Depression from the darkest depths of his heart, a thing one can't shake. But Vin made no indication that he suspected it. Instead, he looked at him with full concern.
"Liebling? What's wrong?" He prodded, forgetting that he was still holding Le Blanc's wrists. The Medic let go and laid his hands on his shoulders. "Are you hurt?"
He glanced to the side, silence following for a while after the question. Laurent didn't know how to answer, his mouth opening and shutting quite a few times. It was then that his eyes watered, quickly blinking away the rise and taking a deep breath. Not here, not on the battlefield. Eventually, he forced a smile. "Everything is fine."
Fingers gripping the Spy's chin and holding him in place, he pressed again.
"Don't lie to me, Schatz," he warned, but enough to hold anger. "What happened? Just talk to me."
He wasn't going to dismissed the side glance or the welling of tears, he wasn't going to dismiss the hollow smile and the deflection. Something was off but Le Blanc wouldn't tell him. And if anything like a relationship was going to work between them, all things considered, then they needed to he honest with each other. And this was not being honest.
Laurent grunted, his face contorting into a snarl. But it was also laced with something akin to a wounded animal defending itself. Eventually, it slowly dropped, tears running down his face and staining his balaclava. No matter how hard he tried... how much he worked to keep those emotions at bay, they came welling back up all the same. A pained gasping cry left him, trying to shield his face. "I-I... I got a letter... My best friend... He was... He's..." The spy couldn't even force the words out, getting choked up on his own sobs. His best friend back home had been found dead, and there was nothing he could do about it. It left a deep chasm in his heart he was trying to shield off, trying to not feel...
It was like the air was punched out of him. Those words that he dreaded he'd ever hear, they happened to him once, but different circumstance. One of his lovers in his past had a terminal illness. He always knew it was a possibility, but he didn't think it could happen to him. And when he got worse, that's when reality slapped him in the face. The day he visited and his beloved was on death's doorstep, he stayed with him until he passed. And for decades, Vinzenz grieved him. It took him quite a long time to recover his base line mood. Losing someone so dear was always the hardest, and not even he, a vampire that has lived centuries, could tell Le Blanc how to make it better.
"Oh Liebling," he sighed, his heart crushing as the Spy fell apart in front of him. Shielded by the buildings, he at least at that privacy to cry if he wanted it. But Vin knew how he felt. It was awful to break down in public. The Medic looked around to make sure no one else was around. His teammates were busy terrorizing BLU, which meant he could sneak Le Blanc back to his quarters. Leaving him alone didn't seem like a wise decision.
"Come with me, Schatz. Let's get out of here. Come on." He tucked the smaller man under his arm and walked with his arm on his shoulders, gently ushering him away from the alleyway and towards base.
@itsvinzenzdarling ââŚIâm curious, forgive me, butâŚâ
*Cook squints, biting her thumb.* ââThis is beyond having a âpalateâ for dark chocolate or beerâŚItâs a spectrum Iâll never be able to develop, or fully understand.â
ââDiscribe it. I must know.â
"Well, if you must know," Vinzenz began, setting his book down. "Do you know that feeling when you are at a concert and your favorite artist is about to appear on the stage? Or when you're all dressed up and everyone stares at you for your beauty? Or you find the thing you've been looking for in ages? That stir in your gut, that feeling that sinks all the way down into your toes, the extra beat in your heart, that is what it's like. The richness of the very substance that gives you life, that is what we crave. It's strong, it's tangy, it lingers on the tongue. And it's interesting, I can taste the differences about you. I can tell if you're deficient in a vitamin, or if you're sick. I can taste the life you've lived. There is nothing on this earth that can give me the same feeling. Blood is the essence of a vampire, and you, my dear, carry it through your veins. So by all means, live your life to the fullest. You'll taste better to me."
He folded his hands over his stomach and leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his equally colored blood red lips.
Vincent Price -
Diary of a Madman (1963)
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@xceruleanrosesx
Humiliation round was over, RED had won and he knew exactly whom he'd pick as a target. Vin found the Spy walking by his lonesome when he approached, separated by his teammates' boisterous noises. He pushed Le Blanc into a space between buildings and pinned his wrists above his head. This was his version of humiliation, one that both of them could enjoy. But as he threw his wicked smirk at the Spy, he didn't get a reaction out of him, which was unlike him. Something seemed off. He didn't even seem to register what had happened and didn't care. Was he ill? Or maybe injured?
No, it was something incurable. He could sense it from him as he stood so close. Depression from the darkest depths of his heart, a thing one can't shake. But Vin made no indication that he suspected it. Instead, he looked at him with full concern.
"Liebling? What's wrong?" He prodded, forgetting that he was still holding Le Blanc's wrists. The Medic let go and laid his hands on his shoulders. "Are you hurt?"
He glanced to the side, silence following for a while after the question. Laurent didn't know how to answer, his mouth opening and shutting quite a few times. It was then that his eyes watered, quickly blinking away the rise and taking a deep breath. Not here, not on the battlefield. Eventually, he forced a smile. "Everything is fine."
Fingers gripping the Spy's chin and holding him in place, he pressed again.
"Don't lie to me, Schatz," he warned, but enough to hold anger. "What happened? Just talk to me."
He wasn't going to dismissed the side glance or the welling of tears, he wasn't going to dismiss the hollow smile and the deflection. Something was off but Le Blanc wouldn't tell him. And if anything like a relationship was going to work between them, all things considered, then they needed to he honest with each other. And this was not being honest.
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@xceruleanrosesx
Humiliation round was over, RED had won and he knew exactly whom he'd pick as a target. Vin found the Spy walking by his lonesome when he approached, separated by his teammates' boisterous noises. He pushed Le Blanc into a space between buildings and pinned his wrists above his head. This was his version of humiliation, one that both of them could enjoy. But as he threw his wicked smirk at the Spy, he didn't get a reaction out of him, which was unlike him. Something seemed off. He didn't even seem to register what had happened and didn't care. Was he ill? Or maybe injured?
No, it was something incurable. He could sense it from him as he stood so close. Depression from the darkest depths of his heart, a thing one can't shake. But Vin made no indication that he suspected it. Instead, he looked at him with full concern.
"Liebling? What's wrong?" He prodded, forgetting that he was still holding Le Blanc's wrists. The Medic let go and laid his hands on his shoulders. "Are you hurt?"
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Whether he wanted him to follow or not, it was his job as medic to make sure all of his teammates were alive and healed. When he saw Road Hog fall into the chasm, his initial reaction was to check to see if he had fallen to his death or survived. He wasn't counting on being blasted into the cave with him as he was looking over the edge. Neither of this planned to be trapped together, but now they had a bigger problem: how the hell were they going to get out? Of course, Vin could change into a bat and fly out of there no problem, but that would mean revealing his powers in front of Road Hog. So he was just as stuck there as his teammate.
The larger fellow broke his fall when he fell into the hole, the blast from the rocket enough to push him over the edge and fall head first into the cave. The momentum from the blast at his backside made him flip in the air so that he landed on his back, feet hanging over Hog's shoulders, and his head on big belly. If the med pack hadn't taken most of the rocket's damage, his back would've been in worse shape, but the damn thing disintegrated, putting it out of commission and injuring him further. His skin felt like it had been shocked and burned, even with his protective coat on. Vinzenz groaned as he moved an inch, his whole body sore and broken. It would've been much worse if he landed on the hard ground. So Hog managed to save his ass this time.
"Excuse me, for doing what I'm supposed to do as a Medic," he griped. "You think I wanted to be surprised? I don't think you wanted to be either. And don't think I haven't forgotten you slipping away the other day. But I can't do anything if we're stuck here."
A noise of protest was made as Medic began to move off him, but he was still catching his breath and recovering from the pain of laughing in his injured state. Unable to stop the man from leaving.
Thankful it didnât seem like the Medic was planning on leaving him behind, but that didnât make him any less annoyed when the Doc began to fret over him. âThe best you could do is not touch me.â He growled when he got his breathe back, pushing Vinâs hand away as it moved to examine the enormous bruise covering his side, then, with a pained wheeze he tried to push himself to his feet as well, a difficult task given his condition but he made it, and as he did he staggered, stumbling over to the cave wall and holding himself up with it as he gasped.
With his back to the Medic the man would see the brute of his wounds, his back filled with shrapnel from the sticky bombs that pushed him down and a few rocks to boot, the skin around his shredded skin dark red from the explosions burn and blood. Roadhog seemed to have a tough hide, but the shrapnel sliced through his harness too, one of his shoulders pierced with a spike from the bombs casing
"Not touch you," the Medic scoffed. The man was worse than he knew, and he told him not to touch him. And by law of his kind, he couldn't. Vinzenz grumbled and was forced to resign to fellow cave dweller instead of team Medic. "Fine. But once I get back to base, you'll let me heal you with the medigun, at the very least. My small kit can't address every wound you have."
For Hog's sake, they'd go slow. With shrapnel in his back and first, some second degree burns in his skin, moving too much would prove extremely difficult and painful. Vin's back was along the same lines, even if he couldn't see it. He felt the heat of the explosion and the metal cutting into his back and clothes. Blood seeped through the cloth and dampened them, but he wasn't cold. The warmth of the burns and the blood made him feel hot. Which is why the darkness of the cave provided cool relief. His eyes could see as if they were in broad daylight. He didn't need a light, but for his comrade's sake, they needed one to traverse this awful place. Except, he didn't have light or a torch.
"We need to get out of here, or both of our injuries will become infected. And I don't feel like taking antibiotics." He spotted a way that led into the depths of the cavern, but he didn't know which direction they'd be going. "Let me go first, I'm not as injured as you."
He really only said it so he could use his night vision without being question why he could see well. Vin drew his saw and peeked down the dark space. He could hear water drips, but no sign of animal life. Which would be fantastic because he didn't feel like dealing with any residents that might be living here.
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@hog-style
Whether he wanted him to follow or not, it was his job as medic to make sure all of his teammates were alive and healed. When he saw Road Hog fall into the chasm, his initial reaction was to check to see if he had fallen to his death or survived. He wasn't counting on being blasted into the cave with him as he was looking over the edge. Neither of this planned to be trapped together, but now they had a bigger problem: how the hell were they going to get out? Of course, Vin could change into a bat and fly out of there no problem, but that would mean revealing his powers in front of Road Hog. So he was just as stuck there as his teammate.
The larger fellow broke his fall when he fell into the hole, the blast from the rocket enough to push him over the edge and fall head first into the cave. The momentum from the blast at his backside made him flip in the air so that he landed on his back, feet hanging over Hog's shoulders, and his head on big belly. If the med pack hadn't taken most of the rocket's damage, his back would've been in worse shape, but the damn thing disintegrated, putting it out of commission and injuring him further. His skin felt like it had been shocked and burned, even with his protective coat on. Vinzenz groaned as he moved an inch, his whole body sore and broken. It would've been much worse if he landed on the hard ground. So Hog managed to save his ass this time.
"Excuse me, for doing what I'm supposed to do as a Medic," he griped. "You think I wanted to be surprised? I don't think you wanted to be either. And don't think I haven't forgotten you slipping away the other day. But I can't do anything if we're stuck here."
Roadhog wasnât in too bad of shape, or at least it wasnât as bad heâs had it before. With a groan he pushed himself up, sure that he had at the least a few broken ribs and rocks embedded into his burn and shredded back. He looked pretty rough but if the Medic examined him closely he would probably be surprised to see the damage was minimal for what could be expected from being blown down a hole onto bedrock.
âYouâre excused.â Was his grunted reply, a snort following as he looked down to see the position they were in. With the docâs legs over his shoulders he the Medicâs ass was inches from his face. Least the view was nice down here.
âAnd youâre cute when you think you have control here.â He added, managing to lift a large hand to the pale manâs waist and pull his butt closer. His butt was cute at least. He liked the way the medic reminded him of his disrespectful behavior, as if it matters to the giant. Most medicâs were uptight bastards who only cared to keep him alive for poking and prodding.
Snarky bastard. Road Hog didn't seem to be too concerned they were both trapped at the bottom of this cave, injured and likely neglected from the rest of their teammates. Sooner or later, they'll notice that their Medic has gone missing, and wonder where the heavy went. Vin pushed himself up on his elbows as best as he could, considering he was on top of someone, to glare at the giant between his legs. His glasses went askew on his face and his hair was a mess from his usual swept back neatly styled look. Like hell he was going to wait until someone came running for them, he was going to try and get out of here.
Vinzenz was about to flip over and slide the rest of the way off of Hog, but a hand on his waist and a strong pull downward, towards the latter's face, made him jolt and brace himself. He let out a startled noise and shot him another angered glare. With his face so close to his crotch, and nowhere for his legs to go behind his head but the wall, his feet went up and over his head, making the Medic curl on top of Road Hog.
"Are you kidding me!? We are getting out of here because no one will notice soon enough, and I am NOT waiting for those lazy Marys to realize too late! Now you let me go this instant before we both regret anything!" For a man who was injured and grumpy, he still found time to put the poor doctor in such a compromising position. Both of them were covered in sweat, blood, and dirt, and the stench of iron punched Vin's nose. It was heightened twofold because of his abilities, and a little pick-me-up would help him. But he couldn't be tempted now, even with Road Hog's face inches from his ass. Of course, that didn't stop a wave of electricity to run through him with his large hand on his slim waist. Being handled so roughly, well, he was no stranger to it. He hoped that the position would block his teammate from seeing the creeping blush on his face.
âDoubt theyâll notice at all. Thereâs no rush.â He scoffed, his hand kept on the Medicâs waist even though the Medic had his legs tightly closed.
It would be accurate to say his faith in his teammates was lacking if existent at all. The Medic wasnât the only one heâd gotten on the nerves of, many werenât a fan of his rude and lewd behavior⌠leaning back against the wall hurt but he did it anyway as his other hand came up to force the manâs legs back open, his snoot coming to rest over the manâs crotch as he looked down at the medic through a cracked lens.
âWell, theyâll notice youâre gone as soon as one of them stubs their toe, but whether theyâre looking or not youâre not going anywhere yet. Need a minute to recover from your bony ass stabbing into me and Iâm not letting you run off alone down here.â He was a grumpy aggressive asshole and that made it easy to miss the little signs, the small tells that despite his best efforts to seem like he didnât give a shit, he did. His job as a heavy was to put himself between his team and danger but more than that, he felt it was his role as the biggest and strongest to keep the little idiots around him from killing themselves. He had barely rolled himself over in time to catch Vin.
âSo be a good boy and stay still or I will roll over on top of you.â He growled, and it was a real threat of violence given he was 530 lbs. the man could either relax and let Roadhog enjoy the feel of Vinâs crotch pressed against his double chin and the view of that pretty flushed face as he recovered, or Roadhog would slowly turn and begin to crush the Medic until mercy was called.
Well, he was right about that. If Scout so much as loses one health point, he's gonna spam the "call medic" button until Vin couldn't ignore it anymore. So if anyone would notice that any of their teammates was gone, it would be the Medic. And he knew when he fell on top of the heavy that it caused more damage, but it's not like he could control where he landed. So while it was completely accidental, neither of them could help it.
Now, it wasn't often that Vinzenz ever got flustered. He was always the one to make another flustered, not the other way around. The hand on his waist held him steadfast, while the other boldly pried his legs open to force the doctor to look down at him. He gasped and stared down at the cracked glass of his lens, his cheeks burning furiously. What the hell was he doing?! And why couldn't he stop him? Even with his battered body, he didn't have much strength to wrestle against a HEAVY. Road Hog practically pinned him in place as he pressed the snout to his mask to his crotch, and commanded him to cease his struggling. Vin watched him as he stilled, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to calm down from his thrashing.
Satan help him, he felt powerless against him. Even with his unnatural powers. He could try hypnotizing him, but with nowhere to go, it'd be damn useless. Vin couldn't help but react to his demands and felt a stir in his gut, all the way down to his loins. "Good boy," Hog says. No one ever called him that, it was usually him saying it. Not that he was against it, he just didn't quite expect it in this situation. He swallowed and cleared his throat to rid his voice of any tremble.
"And....what do you propose we do, then, Schatz?" He said, using the term as more condescending than an endearment. Being crushed by a boulder or just going along with it, which seemed better? The answer was obvious.
âWe could fuck.â He suggested outright, no hesitation as he moved to nuzzle his snoot against the manâs bulging crotch. Keeping it together for a flat second before a deep chuckle that shook his belly and the Medic on him began to echo through the cavern before abruptly being cut off into a loud pained hiss.
He was joking⌠mostly. The Medic has been proving very fun to mess with so it was tempting, but the pain in his torso dissuaded him from seriously considering it.
âNaw⌠just keep your panties on for a minute⌠Iâll be up soon then we can go look for a way⌠out.â He gasped, voice wheezing as he let go of the Medicâs leg to reach up for his mask, pushing a button on the side that made a small hissing noise before Hog began to take deep breathes. He was relieved his maskâs inhaler hadnât been damaged in the fall. Slowly the shaking of his chest and the stuttering of his breathing stopped.
Straight to the point. And how exactly could they even pull that off in such a dank and cramped place? Indeed, as tempting as it was to unleash all of their frustrations out on each other, it was entirely impractical. Of course, that didn't stop his body from responding to the suggestion. Every time Hog pressed the nose of his mask into his crotch, Vin fought back the urge to make a noise. He clenched his jaw and pursed his red lips together, nostrils flaring as he silently cursed the heavy.
When he let go of his leg, Vin felt a small amount of relief, but his nerves were still tense. He watched as the heavy pressed a button on his mask, and then a hiss followed. It sounded very much like an inhaler, and judging by how he inhaled in deep breaths, it was built into the mask itself. The Medic heard the way he breathed and assumed he had broken a few ribs. While Hog rearranged himself, Vinzenz did the same. He sat up and slid down his stomach, having to widen his legs to let his torso sit upright. Once his legs met the ground, he leaned against the wall and cautiously stood up.
The cool dampness of the cave was welcomed against his hot skin at his back. The doctor groaned as moved, feeling the burn on his skin. At least he didn't fracture his spine from that fall. He still felt bruised from the inside out. Enough to dowse the fire that started from just moments ago. His legs shook as he took small steps to assess a way out. Climbing out was out of the question, so they had to find another way through this cave. All he had left was a small med kit, his vita-saw, and a damaged medigun. He dropped his syringe gun on the way down and it shattered like his med pack. He couldn't properly diagnose him since he didn't have his equipment, so he had to do his best.
"Where are you hurt? I'll do my best with what I have." The Medic already started looking him over for any obvious wounds that he could patch up.
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@hog-style
Whether he wanted him to follow or not, it was his job as medic to make sure all of his teammates were alive and healed. When he saw Road Hog fall into the chasm, his initial reaction was to check to see if he had fallen to his death or survived. He wasn't counting on being blasted into the cave with him as he was looking over the edge. Neither of this planned to be trapped together, but now they had a bigger problem: how the hell were they going to get out? Of course, Vin could change into a bat and fly out of there no problem, but that would mean revealing his powers in front of Road Hog. So he was just as stuck there as his teammate.
The larger fellow broke his fall when he fell into the hole, the blast from the rocket enough to push him over the edge and fall head first into the cave. The momentum from the blast at his backside made him flip in the air so that he landed on his back, feet hanging over Hog's shoulders, and his head on big belly. If the med pack hadn't taken most of the rocket's damage, his back would've been in worse shape, but the damn thing disintegrated, putting it out of commission and injuring him further. His skin felt like it had been shocked and burned, even with his protective coat on. Vinzenz groaned as he moved an inch, his whole body sore and broken. It would've been much worse if he landed on the hard ground. So Hog managed to save his ass this time.
"Excuse me, for doing what I'm supposed to do as a Medic," he griped. "You think I wanted to be surprised? I don't think you wanted to be either. And don't think I haven't forgotten you slipping away the other day. But I can't do anything if we're stuck here."
Roadhog wasnât in too bad of shape, or at least it wasnât as bad heâs had it before. With a groan he pushed himself up, sure that he had at the least a few broken ribs and rocks embedded into his burn and shredded back. He looked pretty rough but if the Medic examined him closely he would probably be surprised to see the damage was minimal for what could be expected from being blown down a hole onto bedrock.
âYouâre excused.â Was his grunted reply, a snort following as he looked down to see the position they were in. With the docâs legs over his shoulders he the Medicâs ass was inches from his face. Least the view was nice down here.
âAnd youâre cute when you think you have control here.â He added, managing to lift a large hand to the pale manâs waist and pull his butt closer. His butt was cute at least. He liked the way the medic reminded him of his disrespectful behavior, as if it matters to the giant. Most medicâs were uptight bastards who only cared to keep him alive for poking and prodding.
Snarky bastard. Road Hog didn't seem to be too concerned they were both trapped at the bottom of this cave, injured and likely neglected from the rest of their teammates. Sooner or later, they'll notice that their Medic has gone missing, and wonder where the heavy went. Vin pushed himself up on his elbows as best as he could, considering he was on top of someone, to glare at the giant between his legs. His glasses went askew on his face and his hair was a mess from his usual swept back neatly styled look. Like hell he was going to wait until someone came running for them, he was going to try and get out of here.
Vinzenz was about to flip over and slide the rest of the way off of Hog, but a hand on his waist and a strong pull downward, towards the latter's face, made him jolt and brace himself. He let out a startled noise and shot him another angered glare. With his face so close to his crotch, and nowhere for his legs to go behind his head but the wall, his feet went up and over his head, making the Medic curl on top of Road Hog.
"Are you kidding me!? We are getting out of here because no one will notice soon enough, and I am NOT waiting for those lazy Marys to realize too late! Now you let me go this instant before we both regret anything!" For a man who was injured and grumpy, he still found time to put the poor doctor in such a compromising position. Both of them were covered in sweat, blood, and dirt, and the stench of iron punched Vin's nose. It was heightened twofold because of his abilities, and a little pick-me-up would help him. But he couldn't be tempted now, even with Road Hog's face inches from his ass. Of course, that didn't stop a wave of electricity to run through him with his large hand on his slim waist. Being handled so roughly, well, he was no stranger to it. He hoped that the position would block his teammate from seeing the creeping blush on his face.
âDoubt theyâll notice at all. Thereâs no rush.â He scoffed, his hand kept on the Medicâs waist even though the Medic had his legs tightly closed.
It would be accurate to say his faith in his teammates was lacking if existent at all. The Medic wasnât the only one heâd gotten on the nerves of, many werenât a fan of his rude and lewd behavior⌠leaning back against the wall hurt but he did it anyway as his other hand came up to force the manâs legs back open, his snoot coming to rest over the manâs crotch as he looked down at the medic through a cracked lens.
âWell, theyâll notice youâre gone as soon as one of them stubs their toe, but whether theyâre looking or not youâre not going anywhere yet. Need a minute to recover from your bony ass stabbing into me and Iâm not letting you run off alone down here.â He was a grumpy aggressive asshole and that made it easy to miss the little signs, the small tells that despite his best efforts to seem like he didnât give a shit, he did. His job as a heavy was to put himself between his team and danger but more than that, he felt it was his role as the biggest and strongest to keep the little idiots around him from killing themselves. He had barely rolled himself over in time to catch Vin.
âSo be a good boy and stay still or I will roll over on top of you.â He growled, and it was a real threat of violence given he was 530 lbs. the man could either relax and let Roadhog enjoy the feel of Vinâs crotch pressed against his double chin and the view of that pretty flushed face as he recovered, or Roadhog would slowly turn and begin to crush the Medic until mercy was called.
Well, he was right about that. If Scout so much as loses one health point, he's gonna spam the "call medic" button until Vin couldn't ignore it anymore. So if anyone would notice that any of their teammates was gone, it would be the Medic. And he knew when he fell on top of the heavy that it caused more damage, but it's not like he could control where he landed. So while it was completely accidental, neither of them could help it.
Now, it wasn't often that Vinzenz ever got flustered. He was always the one to make another flustered, not the other way around. The hand on his waist held him steadfast, while the other boldly pried his legs open to force the doctor to look down at him. He gasped and stared down at the cracked glass of his lens, his cheeks burning furiously. What the hell was he doing?! And why couldn't he stop him? Even with his battered body, he didn't have much strength to wrestle against a HEAVY. Road Hog practically pinned him in place as he pressed the snout to his mask to his crotch, and commanded him to cease his struggling. Vin watched him as he stilled, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to calm down from his thrashing.
Satan help him, he felt powerless against him. Even with his unnatural powers. He could try hypnotizing him, but with nowhere to go, it'd be damn useless. Vin couldn't help but react to his demands and felt a stir in his gut, all the way down to his loins. "Good boy," Hog says. No one ever called him that, it was usually him saying it. Not that he was against it, he just didn't quite expect it in this situation. He swallowed and cleared his throat to rid his voice of any tremble.
"And....what do you propose we do, then, Schatz?" He said, using the term as more condescending than an endearment. Being crushed by a boulder or just going along with it, which seemed better? The answer was obvious.
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@hog-style
Whether he wanted him to follow or not, it was his job as medic to make sure all of his teammates were alive and healed. When he saw Road Hog fall into the chasm, his initial reaction was to check to see if he had fallen to his death or survived. He wasn't counting on being blasted into the cave with him as he was looking over the edge. Neither of this planned to be trapped together, but now they had a bigger problem: how the hell were they going to get out? Of course, Vin could change into a bat and fly out of there no problem, but that would mean revealing his powers in front of Road Hog. So he was just as stuck there as his teammate.
The larger fellow broke his fall when he fell into the hole, the blast from the rocket enough to push him over the edge and fall head first into the cave. The momentum from the blast at his backside made him flip in the air so that he landed on his back, feet hanging over Hog's shoulders, and his head on big belly. If the med pack hadn't taken most of the rocket's damage, his back would've been in worse shape, but the damn thing disintegrated, putting it out of commission and injuring him further. His skin felt like it had been shocked and burned, even with his protective coat on. Vinzenz groaned as he moved an inch, his whole body sore and broken. It would've been much worse if he landed on the hard ground. So Hog managed to save his ass this time.
"Excuse me, for doing what I'm supposed to do as a Medic," he griped. "You think I wanted to be surprised? I don't think you wanted to be either. And don't think I haven't forgotten you slipping away the other day. But I can't do anything if we're stuck here."
Roadhog wasnât in too bad of shape, or at least it wasnât as bad heâs had it before. With a groan he pushed himself up, sure that he had at the least a few broken ribs and rocks embedded into his burn and shredded back. He looked pretty rough but if the Medic examined him closely he would probably be surprised to see the damage was minimal for what could be expected from being blown down a hole onto bedrock.
âYouâre excused.â Was his grunted reply, a snort following as he looked down to see the position they were in. With the docâs legs over his shoulders he the Medicâs ass was inches from his face. Least the view was nice down here.
âAnd youâre cute when you think you have control here.â He added, managing to lift a large hand to the pale manâs waist and pull his butt closer. His butt was cute at least. He liked the way the medic reminded him of his disrespectful behavior, as if it matters to the giant. Most medicâs were uptight bastards who only cared to keep him alive for poking and prodding.
Snarky bastard. Road Hog didn't seem to be too concerned they were both trapped at the bottom of this cave, injured and likely neglected from the rest of their teammates. Sooner or later, they'll notice that their Medic has gone missing, and wonder where the heavy went. Vin pushed himself up on his elbows as best as he could, considering he was on top of someone, to glare at the giant between his legs. His glasses went askew on his face and his hair was a mess from his usual swept back neatly styled look. Like hell he was going to wait until someone came running for them, he was going to try and get out of here.
Vinzenz was about to flip over and slide the rest of the way off of Hog, but a hand on his waist and a strong pull downward, towards the latter's face, made him jolt and brace himself. He let out a startled noise and shot him another angered glare. With his face so close to his crotch, and nowhere for his legs to go behind his head but the wall, his feet went up and over his head, making the Medic curl on top of Road Hog.
"Are you kidding me!? We are getting out of here because no one will notice soon enough, and I am NOT waiting for those lazy Marys to realize too late! Now you let me go this instant before we both regret anything!" For a man who was injured and grumpy, he still found time to put the poor doctor in such a compromising position. Both of them were covered in sweat, blood, and dirt, and the stench of iron punched Vin's nose. It was heightened twofold because of his abilities, and a little pick-me-up would help him. But he couldn't be tempted now, even with Road Hog's face inches from his ass. Of course, that didn't stop a wave of electricity to run through him with his large hand on his slim waist. Being handled so roughly, well, he was no stranger to it. He hoped that the position would block his teammate from seeing the creeping blush on his face.
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@hog-style
Whether he wanted him to follow or not, it was his job as medic to make sure all of his teammates were alive and healed. When he saw Road Hog fall into the chasm, his initial reaction was to check to see if he had fallen to his death or survived. He wasn't counting on being blasted into the cave with him as he was looking over the edge. Neither of this planned to be trapped together, but now they had a bigger problem: how the hell were they going to get out? Of course, Vin could change into a bat and fly out of there no problem, but that would mean revealing his powers in front of Road Hog. So he was just as stuck there as his teammate.
The larger fellow broke his fall when he fell into the hole, the blast from the rocket enough to push him over the edge and fall head first into the cave. The momentum from the blast at his backside made him flip in the air so that he landed on his back, feet hanging over Hog's shoulders, and his head on big belly. If the med pack hadn't taken most of the rocket's damage, his back would've been in worse shape, but the damn thing disintegrated, putting it out of commission and injuring him further. His skin felt like it had been shocked and burned, even with his protective coat on. Vinzenz groaned as he moved an inch, his whole body sore and broken. It would've been much worse if he landed on the hard ground. So Hog managed to save his ass this time.
"Excuse me, for doing what I'm supposed to do as a Medic," he griped. "You think I wanted to be surprised? I don't think you wanted to be either. And don't think I haven't forgotten you slipping away the other day. But I can't do anything if we're stuck here."
" ....Psst !--'Vin...Something's wrong!" * Cook's voice echoed from the far side of his chamber's door.* ( wasn't sure where to go with the last one, but glad he's not mad anymore XD;)
The sound of papers being leafed through had been interrupted when a voice called from behind the door. Vin was at his desk, sitting in his chair, legs resting on top of the desk with his ankles crossed, looking through files. He lifted his head and paused his fingers to find that the voice was indeed familiar, and Alex was standing at the door. One brow twitched higher and he set the papers down on his desk. He set his long legs down, heels clicking as his shoes planted on the floor, and he stood up.
"Fraulein Jones?" He answered her, concern seeping into his tone as she signaled that something needed his attention. Vin approached her at the door to let her in. "What's happened? Are you hurt? Dammit, is that Spy back again?"
In his line of work, it was never beneficial to jump to conclusions, but admittedly seeing her on the verge of death at his doorstep made him approach these situations with more urgency, considering she still doesn't have the chip for respawn. Even now, he could still feel the phantom cut of the scalpel on his backside as the Spy threatened him, right over his kidney. If anything, he hoped she was here because of a little accident in the kitchen and she needed patching up.
