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Medic and Spy in End of the Line

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deadlyvikentieva:

He allows himself to be guided towards the medic’s room, idly nodding his head as he listened to daydreams of a simpler life. It was always a nice thought settling down somewhere, alone or with some form of companionship, in a rural town somewhere far away.  

“Sounds vonderful, doktor, do not forget to tell to me vhen you run off so I can come visit. However, please promise to me you vill teach dog and Gun not to bark at me vhen I arrive.” He joked, waiting patiently before being ushered inside.

Stanislav gave the room a quick once over on his way to the German’s bed, and once he has a seat he crosses his long legs and relaxes. His gaze is soon lowered to that of the little cat, and he moves his hand to offer it to the pet. “Shed? Oh is vorse thing that could happen to me on base! Your feline is merciless, lieberstruddel. Vhere did you get from?”

As expected, Hilde is more interested in their visitor than alarmed by him, and Emmerich smiles as she shifts into a crouch to first sniff at Stan’s offered fingers, and then butt her head gingerly under them. Typical.

“Mountain Lab, actually,” he answers, nudging their knees companionably together, perfectly content to watch his little feline friend fall in love with someone else. “A couple years back. There were many cats around – some feral, some probably either left behind when people transferred away, or just allowed to roam about. But, anyhow, there was a, ah–an accident? Yes. Two accidents really, within the span of about a year. So, the facilities were deemed unfit for operation. I picked up Hilde on a whim when we left.”

He smiles again – ‘and that’s that’, the look says – but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes this time. Hilde had been one of the few good things to come out of their stay at Mountain Lab.

“Are you much of an animal enthusiast then? I don’t suppose your, ah, your work lends itself readily to the steady maintenance of a pet, but–.”

[deadlyvikentieva]

"My vork does not allow me steady maintenance of anything. After all, I am sneaky and secretive spy vith many sneaky and secretive operations, doktor." He reminded him, gently scratching behind the little cat's ear with a pleased disposition, and allowing the creature to crawl into his lap. The thought of Emmerich taking this cat on a whim is endearing, as well as surprising considering his very organized state of living.

"However, I have found companionship in pitbull vunce before in my life, and perhaps if I vere in more stable living conditions I vould find leetle friend of my own. Vhat do you think vould be good pick for me, hm? Should I get bird like Gun? It vould be mouthy and inappropriate flying mongrel, vouldn't it?"

[deadlyvikentieva]

hey pretty man how tall are you even

“Tall enough to reach things from high cupboards for Gun. I hear is tiny. So tiny.”

[deadlyvikentieva]

“Ah yes, how can I forget vhat vital information I vill obtain and abuse from making your face red.”

He stopped talking when he felt a faint thud against his chest, and he lowered his gaze down to the broken shell of a man in his arms. Boy, who knew Gun could get so flustered! “Doktor, please, do refrain from losing all of mental stability.”

A little squeeze soon followed before he was once again combing a hand trough that head of hair once more. “You vill simply have to accept you are attractive and endearing, there is simply no other vay.”

[manofmedicine-deactivated201712]

“I’M NOT GOing to lose my mind.” He started defensively and ended meekly. Surely Stanislav could feel the petulance in his expression, even if Guenther was looking down to the floor.

His cheeks and ears are hot. Such compliments always came more readily from men, he realized. Gun quietly, albeit reluctantly, wrapped his arms around the tall spy and squeezed. He wasn’t sure if he could articulate the words ‘Thank you’ without humiliating himself.

[deadlyvikentieva]

He felt a small tinge of surprise upon feeling the embrace returned, although he made a note not to gloat about it too much, lest Gun give him a smack rather than continue the hug.

"Vhat you thank me for? Giving affection? Do you not receive already?" He pointed out with a grin, idly running his fingers through the shorter man's hair. "Or for relieving stress? I am so good at, I hear! You know, if you treat me like trophy vife, I can do this all day! I promise my rates are low."

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i was supposed to be studying but insted drew trophy husbands orwhateveritscalled

[deadlyvikentieva]

Leather Shorty Shorts.

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Ah, how he loved being so spontaneous, irregardless of the opinion of those involved in his abrupt ideas. He had managed to get his kill in early- a drunk fool who couldn’t put up a proper fight- and had mulled over simply going back to his room at TFI and getting some rest. Instead, however, garnering the company of a sweet medic was far more appealing to him. After all, it had only just gotten dark out, and why waste the day?

Stanislav idly pocketed his weapons in his vehicle as he drove over to the BLU base he knew Emmerich was stationed, and he pulled up out front with a screech. This wasn’t as close to the other’s infirmary as he liked to be, but he figured he would manage to find a way to get the medic’s attention.

“Hallo!” He yelled up in the direction of the man’s office, slamming his hand down on the car’s horn. “Darling!!”

[themostpeculiarman-deactivated2]

Funny how, after nearly a decade of work with TFI, a mere car horn can catch his attention so abruptly. Anywhere else, really, he’d hardly have paid it mind – (if he was wrapped up too deeply in a task then it’s likely he wouldn’t have noticed at all) – but here, the sound rings so out of place, so ‘civilian’, that he even sets aside his tea and finds a window, all too ready to indulge his laughably quaint flicker of curiosity if only for a moment. A quick peer out and down, a squint, and–…well, the culprit should hardly surprise him. A seed of affectionate heat blooms sudden and bright in his chest as he fumbles the window open and leans out, making a wide motion with his arm to catch Stanislav’s eye.

“Parking and coming inside would be easier, but this is more dramatic and stylish!” he calls down, voice amused and raised to carry. “Looking for someone? To whom should I pass the summons, Herr?”

[deadlyvikentieva]

Stanislav perks up and smiles at garnering the attention of his target, and he quickly stands up in his seat, hands on the steering wheel to keep himself up. The stance quickly changes, however, to a silly and lackadaisical one, with the back of his palm pressed to his forehead. Oh how he loved making a spectacle of himself.

"How could you forget that I too am stylish and dramatic!" He called back with a laugh before straightening his posture.

"Alvays I am this vay, but is special now! After all, my doktor, I do this to summon you! Is this not perfect place to draw you in? Now hurry up and come down to me! Ve are going into town!"

[deadlyvikentieva]

hey pretty man how tall are you even

“Tall enough to reach things from high cupboards for Gun. I hear is tiny. So tiny.”

[deadlyvikentieva]

“Forgive me, I mean to say only medics in vhich I have great attraction tovards. You, Emmerich, Karl, and my vun and only, is just coincidence all are men of medical practice.” He explained with a nod of his head, running a hand through Gun’s hair.

“Perhaps if ve vere on opposite teams, doktor, but I am on your side afterall. I have yet to backstab you, nyet? Or perhaps betrayed your trust. Not to mention I enjoy company of yourself, you are very talkative, intelligent individual vith large build. I enjoy very much!”

[manofmedicine-deactivated201712]

Uuugh… Fuck you, Stan, and fuck your charm. Fuck your alluring deep voice. Fuck your blatant disregard for personal space. Fuck your stupidly handsome face. Gun shrunk into his shoulders and squeezed his eyes closed as the slender hand ran through his hair. He grunted begrudgingly though his flustered face spoke volumes. 

“…Ja, but–” He heaved a sigh. “Don’t spies always want the upper hand…?” He asked curiously. “I don’t doubt you– I guess I just don’t understand anymore.” He groaned loudly, and settled for resting his forehead against Stanislav’s chest. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

[deadlyvikentieva]

"Ah yes, how can I forget vhat vital information I vill obtain and abuse from making your face red."

He stopped talking when he felt a faint thud against his chest, and he lowered his gaze down to the broken shell of a man in his arms. Boy, who knew Gun could get so flustered! "Doktor, please, do refrain from losing all of mental stability."

A little squeeze soon followed before he was once again combing a hand trough that head of hair once more. "You vill simply have to accept you are attractive and endearing, there is simply no other vay."

[deadlyvikentieva]

Running away together, fleeing from the law, with the unknown laying ahead of them. They were starting to sound like a very schmultzy romance novel, it made him smile broadly in reply.

“But of course, I cannot think of better place to be, snezhinka moya.” He assured him with a faint nod of his head. “I myself haven’t any contract vith industries any longer… I find it much more appealing to do my own vork and keep all of profit, albeit vithout reassurance of immortality. However… I figure I am stealthy enough to keep from having throat slit vhile I am lallygagging. I vill try my best to give you similar protection, vith much cleaner results.”

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Friedrich’s eye lids were tugged on by the cloying fingers of sleep and slid shut with very little resistance, but he still scoffed at Stanislav behind the shutter of darkness; however the disapproving gesture carried a socially uncharacteristic edge of flattery in their context. 

“You think I need protection? It sounds, Kuschelbär, as though you need me. No one’s wits alone kept him alive forever, especially coming out of a lazy job, loik the Industries.”

Friedrich’s callousness was unflappable. 

[deadlyvikentieva]

“Ah, I so did miss your companionable demeanor, snezhinka moya. It is like varm elixir to cold, deathly body. However, if ve are speaking on more serious note, I do admit your presence does make my own life all of more livable, and is not only because you are doktor vith many perhaps qvuestionable papervork.” He noted, smiling brightly.  “I am curious, is very funny thought, do you plan to change name vhile ve are running avay together? Appearance as vell? If is case, may I give to you recommendation to stay brunette? I do not think you vill look as vell as blonde.”

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Friedrich scoffed again but a half smile nonetheless curled up one side of his face. He tsked when his appearance was brought up. He went through the motions of unsticking his bleary eyes from thetir comfortable position to look over at blond and beautiful Stanislav driving.

With Stanislav’s eyes on the road, it was a good opportunity to trail his eyes over the artful features. 

“O’m not nearly pale or Nordic - or Slavic,” he amended thoughtfully, “as is your case - enough to make a convincing blond anyway.”

His voice sounded far away.

“I– cor use my name, even if I weren’t being looked for by the Industries. I had a hard enough time telling it to you; I shudder to think about using it in society, even if I Anglicized my first name. Oi’l think of summat. Appearance wise, I believe I only haff to cut my hair. I look loik a “hippy” apparently,” he said in the same pensive voice. He sounded nonplussed, still removed into his own thoughts.

It was hard to focus on Stanislav when there was so much other chatter going on that the spy couldn’t hear. He did put up excellently with it after so many years of company in every waking moment. He tuned it all out, like a staticcy radio playing in the background of him mind, but there were times when his voices begged for attention as they were suddenly now. While he wasn’t any less attentive and didn’t appear to act strangely, it did give him a dreamy hollow demeanor, sometimes abruptly so.

[deadlyvikentieva]

"Hippy?" He laughs at the very idea of Friedrich wearing baggy clothes and going wild in a crowd of rock and roll enthusiasts. "Says who? You are most structured individual I ever meet! Even hair is like very fancy ponytail of aristocrat."

He gives the other a faint glance as if to get another look at his hair when he suddenly notices that expression. The way the doctor carried himself, whether they were on a date or lounging about, always intrigued him. There must have been alot on his mind certainly, not only with the get away but with mishaps with his relationships as well. Still, he made a mental note to learn about what made him function, but for now he would do what he could to ease the problematic thoughts.

They came across a red traffic light, and it thankfully allowed the spy enough time to steal a quick kiss from the former medic. It was nothing much, a swift smooch just against the side of his lips, and before the other could register what had happened the Russian was already propped back up in his seat.

"I vonder vhat my new name would be... Can I make it euphemism for my dick? Perhaps Richard Plow."

[deadlyvikentieva]

Waits until someone walks by to make a farting noise into his hand.

[themostpeculiarman-deactivated2]

deadlyvikentieva:

“I cannot help myself to woo over you vith gratuitous displays of affection! Such magnificence in its being cannot go unappreciated, that vould be horribly rude, and If I am anything I am vell-mannered gentleman. That is to say, vun of whom vill happily decorate your office in said articles of clothing.” He listens onwards to the description of his room, the mention of Guenther, and eventually to the company of a stranger named Hilde. He begins to wonder about the probability of siblings, only to stop his imaginative daydream at the word ‘cat.’

“Nyet, I cannot recall meeting either of your pets, not until now at least. I did not take you for having cat, I am intrigued to see taste in feline companions. It vouldn’t be forvard of me to have meeting vith your pet? After all, I must vin affection vith everyvun in your life.”

“‘Forward’; please.” As if Stanislav has ever been anything but forward and uninhibitedly himself. Emmerich is already quirking a little smile as he links their arms and steers them both out of the office – not without a backward glance and coo of farewell for the birds, naturally – and toward the stairs.

“You are right though,” he carries on, as before. “I am partial to cats, but, if my space and schedule were more allowing, I would gravitate to a dog instead. One day though, maybe – modest house? Yard, or even a bit of land? Civilian job? And, most definitely, a dog. Hell, perhaps several dogs.” It’s a laughably simple fantasy, and he seems almost a bit abashed by it in hindsight. They reach the top of the stairs and begin making their way down the hall. “Still–. Circumstances as they are, a cat is good. And, Hilde is a friendly thing. I don’t think winning her little heart will be much of a challenge for you.”

A brief fishing for keys, a stop, and then he is ushering Stan into his quarters and closing the door behind them, resisting the urge to begin plucking at his fingers. Precisely as he had said, there is little about the room that could be called personalized. In a word, it’s boring. And Stanislav can see that. (He is boring.) Doing his best to ignore the odd, senseless little grip of self-conscious nerves in the pit of his belly, Emmerich picks his way across the room and settles onto the edge of the bed, where a light grey tabby has lifted her head and fixed Stan with a curious, unconcerned look. Emmerich smiles and curls the tip of Hilde’s tail through his fingers.

“I promise the, ah, the worst she will do is shed on you a bit.”

[deadlyvikentieva]

He allows himself to be guided towards the medic's room, idly nodding his head as he listened to daydreams of a simpler life. It was always a nice thought settling down somewhere, alone or with some form of companionship, in a rural town somewhere far away.

"Sounds vonderful, doktor, do not forget to tell to me vhen you run off so I can come visit. However, please promise to me you vill teach dog and Gun not to bark at me vhen I arrive." He joked, waiting patiently before being ushered inside.

Stanislav gave the room a quick once over on his way to the German's bed, and once he has a seat he crosses his long legs and relaxes. His gaze is soon lowered to that of the little cat, and he moves his hand to offer it to the pet. "Shed? Oh is vorse thing that could happen to me on base! Your feline is merciless, lieberstruddel. Vhere did you get from?"

[deadlyvikentieva]

hey pretty man how tall are you even

“Tall enough to reach things from high cupboards for Gun. I hear is tiny. So tiny.”

[deadlyvikentieva]

“Nyet, I just enjoy company of.” He replied honestly, still smiling as he moved his hands away from the other’s to cup his face insyead.

“Alvays you are so paranoid and defensive. Is so wrong to flirt vith? I do vith many doktors, don’t you know? Is exactly my type.”

[manofmedicine-deactivated201712]

“You do this with all the doctors then?” He almost sounded dejected. He thought maybe he and Emmerich were special. Well, he’d think that if he admitted it to himself. His shoulders sank a bit.

“Most people tease me nowadays if they’re flirting. And naturally I’d be suspicious of a spy’s intentions, ja…?” He asked meekly.

[deadlyvikentieva]

"Forgive me, I mean to say only medics in vhich I have great attraction tovards. You, Emmerich, Karl, and my vun and only, is just coincidence all are men of medical practice." He explained with a nod of his head, running a hand through Gun's hair.

"Perhaps if ve vere on opposite teams, doktor, but I am on your side afterall. I have yet to backstab you, nyet? Or perhaps betrayed your trust. Not to mention I enjoy company of yourself, you are very talkative, intelligent individual vith large build. I enjoy very much!"

[deadlyvikentieva]

Leather Shorty Shorts.

{{ Opener for @themostpeculiarman )) Ah, how he loved being so spontaneous, irregardless of the opinion of those involved in his abrupt ideas. He had managed to get his kill in early- a drunk fool who couldn't put up a proper fight- and had mulled over simply going back to his room at TFI and getting some rest. Instead, however, garnering the company of a sweet medic was far more appealing to him. After all, it had only just gotten dark out, and why waste the day? Stanislav idly pocketed his weapons in his vehicle as he drove over to the BLU base he knew Emmerich was stationed, and he pulled up out front with a screech. This wasn't as close to the other's infirmary as he liked to be, but he figured he would manage to find a way to get the medic's attention. "Hallo!" He yelled up in the direction of the man's office, slamming his hand down on the car's horn. "Darling!!"

[deadlyvikentieva]

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[deadlyvikentieva]

hey pretty man how tall are you even

“Tall enough to reach things from high cupboards for Gun. I hear is tiny. So tiny.”

[deadlyvikentieva]

“Oh, absolutely I need!”

His thin hands grabbed ahold of Guenther’s, forcing the other’s palm to his own hips. “You see, I suffer from fatal love sickness! Incurable, I fear! I vill need much attention and affection to feel any remedy! You must do something, doktor, before I fade avay from heart break!”

[manofmedicine-deactivated201712]

He froze. Stanislav broke him. It took a moment for him to gather himself, but eventually he does. There’s nothing to get so worked up over!

“Why do you tease me like this?” He petulantly asked. “Is it fun to make fun of me? Do you do this to Herr Doctor too?” He should know why Stan does it, he likes to goad reactions out of people too. “You just like messing with feelings, ja?”

[deadlyvikentieva]

"Nyet, I just enjoy company of." He replied honestly, still smiling as he moved his hands away from the other's to cup his face insyead.

"Alvays you are so paranoid and defensive. Is so wrong to flirt vith? I do vith many doktors, don't you know? Is exactly my type."

[deadlyvikentieva]

"Aren't I stinker."

[deadlyvikentieva]

hey pretty man how tall are you even

“Tall enough to reach things from high cupboards for Gun. I hear is tiny. So tiny.”

[deadlyvikentieva]

“Ooh, Doktor! Please! Restrain yourself on erotic talk of vhat you and Emmerich do! Is too indecent!” He exclaimed, stifling his little bit of laughter that struggled to escape.  “Although, you may talk dirty to me! Oh Gun, tell to me of vhat you do to me vhen ve are alone in office! My body is ready for your thorough examination!”

[manofmedicine-deactivated201712]

He held his head in his hands. Someone, anyone, please kill him. 

After a long, concentrated moment of Guenther trying to gather himself, his hands dragged down his face and he sighed loudly. 

“Do you really need an examination or are you teasing me, Herr Stanislav?” He asked flatly.

[deadlyvikentieva]

"Oh, absolutely I need!"

His thin hands grabbed ahold of Guenther's, forcing the other's palm to his own hips. "You see, I suffer from fatal love sickness! Incurable, I fear! I vill need much attention and affection to feel any remedy! You must do something, doktor, before I fade avay from heart break!"

[deadlyvikentieva]

Stanislav stared at Gun long and hard and finally submitting to his requests with a firm nod of the head. Although, he did make sure to end his repetitious screams by licking the palm of the hand that was covering his mouth.

[manofmedicine-deactivated201712]

He squawked and jerked his hand away, then smacked Stanislav’s forehead with the palm of the same hand. “HOW ARE YOU A SPY!? YOU’RE NOTHING LIKE ONE!”

[deadlyvikentieva]

"Vhat are you talk about!" He laughed, grunting quickly afterwards upon have his forehead smacked.

"I am dripping vith sensual seduction and poise! Did you not see how nicely I vas complimenting you by reminding pets vhat you mean to me?"

[deadlyvikentieva]

💌

“Ah, but there are so many things! Good mornings, romantic flights of fancy, a smoke in the after glow of a passionate night of lovemaking.”

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deadlyvikentieva

“Is true, and you do have such nice, plump behind. I can barely contain myself around physical masterpiece such as self. But going on another date vill satisfy me plenty, although I leave very dirty possibilities up to you.”

Friedrich chuckled as a delicate blush swept his face and brushed his bangs away so they caught loosely behind an ear. 

“O’m just being lewd when I say such things. I enjoy the pace we’re at.very much. But I won’t lie. Some of the formalities can probably be brushed away in accordance to our current situation.”

He then deftly slipped the spy’s tie between his fingers and tugged. The resulting pressure against Stanislav’s neck was compelling but gentle enough that he could resist if he wanted to.

[deadlyvikentieva]

He jerked down at the tug of his tie, coming eye to eye with the former mercenary.

"Doktor! If you vant me to come down to see you, you could have just asked." He cooed. "But please, do go on about our newest opportunities, I am excited to hear."