[friendly reminder that I’m still active in my personal blog]

Kralle was tired, but also relaxed in that time, even in a hint of good humour. After the time being isolated in his old Medbay, before start to work in Mann Co., he didn’t remember how working on team affecter some times on little details… Like, for example, some of his work mates remembering and greeting him for his birthday. He received some congratulations, and even few sweets, making the hard day of work a bit less boring. Starting bit a bit to get over his paranoia after that time when he were possessed helped as well.

As usual, the bedroom was empty when the Medic arrived and closed the door behind him, walking towards the bed as he took from inside of one of his pockets a sleepy winger kitten, who meowed in protest before Kralle let him on the bed, the small feline then making himself more comfortable. The spliced continued with his normal schedules, feeding Shikoba, taking a shower and all.

And that was when, in a moment… He remembered something. As he got on his pyjamas, suddenly holding his breath, Kralle started to search around, everywhere, specially on the windows… But nothing. He focused as well for a moment, quiet in the middle of the bedroom. In fact, his behaviour called finally the attention of the owl, who stared at him with his black eyes. And soon Schatten was doing the same as well, ears straight:

-Dad? Is it something wrong?

The winged kitten meowed, but Kralle didn’t answer at first, just raising one hand a moment in a gesture of asking for silence. After some more minutes, he finally sighed slowly, and walked towards the bed, slowly sitting on the edge.

No flower, no shivers, no cold… And was almost midnight. For the last five years, at the day of his birthday, an Osiria rose would appear mysteriously either on his desktop or his window. For the last five years since Baldur’s death until last year, time before Wes helped him to let the spirit of the Demoman rest in peace… But, even then, the Medic had still doubts about if his late boyfriend was actually in another place, in “the other side”… It wasn’t that Kralle didn’t trust on the Supplier when he said that Baldur was where he should be. But with something that you never could fully check… Sometimes the Medic would think, maybe even fear, his ghost coming back, being angry and jealous at Jack even when the Demoman himself almost begged Kralle for getting over his dead, even if that would mean being with another man…

… The lack of the rose, and not being able of feeling his presence on the day of his birthday, confirmed that he was gone for good.

With a sigh, Kralle laid down on the bed, on his back, as Schatten moved closer to him, meowing in worry and smelling his face. Actually, the Medic wasn’t sure about how to feel… On one hand, he felt some relieve. Even if sometimes he still missed a bit Baldur, for sure he wouldn’t change anything. He was happy, really happy with Jack… He just wished that weren’t necessary for the Demoman to die to get at this point of his life… But, at the same time, his absence was the final call, the last page of his past, the last door to close and, finally, can get over it completely.

The Medic smiled softly, purring with the winged kitten without even notice it. If Baldur could watch him somehow… Kralle wished he could be happy for him. Because for sure the Medic was in the best company he could wish. A company who would soon come back from work, pamper and cuddle with him, probably with a small surprise for his birthday, if he remembered… But Kralle didn’t mind that last at all. Just having Jack with him every day was the best gift he could have.

So he just stayed in bed, petting the kitten as he waited for his best gift: The man who caught him, more than one year ago, with his golden eyes, his stubbornness over conquering his, in that time, scarred and hurt heart; and his kindness.

redbritishsniper ha contestado a tu publicación: [So, today, June 5th, is Kralle’s birthday, as…

(Happy Birthday to both you and Kralle!)

[Thank you! *hugs* X3]

[So, today, June 5th, is Kralle’s birthday, as well as mod’s one (yes, mine). So… Probably I’m writing a drabble this afternoon or so, like I did last year.

That is, if my inspiration doesn’t fly out of the window in the last moment, derp]

May 31th. Kralle stood still, dressed on his Mann Co. uniform and the Anger covering his head, tilted down so the shadow lied on his eyes and half of his face as well. The afternoon was quiet, just some birds chirping around the dry trees able to survive in a dry zone like Badlands was.

The feline pupils moved down a moment to look at the fresh bunch of roses in front of the gravestone, and then to the name carved in the rock. Seemed like Harley and his mother, Amice, visited it as well, probably before first light so nobody would see the mutant shark. Kralle didn’t want to meet them, so they would have their privacy. It was still too hard to both Engineers to face the lost of the head member of the family, one year ago…

… As well as Kralle’s ex-trainer. The Medic knelt down and put a gloved hand over the ground, in silence. He still remembered the day he found his ripped corpse on the floor of that old and abandoned warehouse, killed by the beast side which possessed Harley. Sometimes, the German would blame himself for not arriving earlier to the place, even if Cavan already would know the risks. And, even then, he tried to save his son. Maybe that Medic weren’t the most upright, as all mercenaries in TF Industries… But he would do everything for his family. He already spliced his own son years ago to don’t let him die after an accident.

Every time Kralle remembered that, he would then think as well about Harley. And that he would have it worse. A bigger grief and guilt since he was the one to kill his father, out of control by his unstable DNA and too aggressive feral side. And he would be the one facing as well the pain of his mother, no matter if Amice never blamed her son at all.

Kralle? Before that mission he had to capture Harley, he didn’t actually talk with his ex-trainer in years. And they didn’t always share the same opinions, but… The spliced owned to the geneticist a lot. He was the one who, after the accident, fixed Kralle. Sure, he couldn’t turn him back into a whole human, but… He calmed down the beast, gave to the younger Medic a more human-like look, helped him to control his feral side and protected him against the mockery of his team mates. Without Cavan, probably the German would be either dead, or still an hybrid beast driven by his animal instincts and without being able to think at all.

Maybe Cavan wasn’t the man Kralle most appreciated in the world, but… He owned a lot to him. 

The German got up with a sigh, and a last look to the grave, in silence. He wasn’t the spiritual kind of man, and for sure he didn’t need to “talk” with him. Even when he saw ghosts by himself, got possessed by a demon, and saw how Wes ended after another one almost killed him… Kralle didn’t think that Cavan’s spirit would be there. He would be probably either in the other world, whatever it were, or with the widow. But not there, or he would notice the presence with his accurate senses.

After some more minutes, the Medic finally turned around and started to walk away, getting out of the cemetery and to the Mann Co. van he borrowed to go there, his mind full of thoughts about life and death.

[Okay, just a heads up, so no one can tell I didn’t warn.

Since I’m basically in my personal account, I’m only here when I need to answer a RP, and only like 3 people give a fuck about actually trying, even if just time to time, to RP with me… I’m unfollowing almost all of the blogs here.

It’s nothing personal. Since a time ago I can’t just keep going with casual RPs, but just when there’s a plot or something planned (another thing is going to the flow from a basic idea, but I guess you get me). And last times I tried to RP with someone else the RP always ends dying and that people without contact with me again. So I just assume is because I’m not enough interesting to even try to finish it.

So yeah, I’m “cleaning” the house. I’m not even checking the dashboard anymore but when is necessary, passing most of the time in my personal and gaming, so… Is not like it will make a difference actually]

danielsmannco:

weissekralle:

Kralle needed to close his eyes so the foam wouldn’t get inside them, chuckling as well and his ears, effectively, down to prevent the entrance of water. After clean it up, the Medic rubbed his eyes and opened them a moment… In time to close them as he received the stream from the Engineer’s mouth on his face:

-…

The spliced passed a hand along his face, taking out the excess of water, and stared at Jack, without being able to hold back a smirk:

-Oh, you…

Just a quick look to his own fingers, making sure the claws weren’t long enough, and then started to ticklish his lover as “punishment”, showing his fangs in a grin and chuckling:

-You, you’re a naughty boy, Herr!

- Oh! Oh, no stop, stop! Please!

Seemed like Jack was the ticklish type, very ticklish in fact! He tried to protect his sides and stomach with his arms as he laughed uncontrollably, bending over himself and splattering water everywhere. It was funny to see such a big guy getting defeated by a few tickles.

As soon as he managed (somehow) to grab a hold of Kralle’s arm he pulled the medic against him, closing his lips on his lover’s, hoping it would be enough to distract him from the tickling.

Kralle laughed as well, continuing ticklish the big guy with precision, aiming to other spots before Jack could have time to cover the previous “attacked” ones. He didn’t stop until feel the grab and being pulled closer, as well as his lips trapped by the Engineer’s ones.

Sure the Medic could continue “torturing” the big man, but he preferred to enjoy that warm touch on his lips, giving back the kiss with his eyes close. And soon his free arm embraced him by the neck, pulling Jack closer to make more intense the kiss:

-Hmm…

Once the kiss was broken, Kralle nuzzled Jack’s nose, looking up at his golden eyes with that tender smile. A smile only to him, to his lover, confident and husband:

-Ich liebe dich, Engel…

danielsmannco:

weissekralle:

The warm water falling over his head was more than welcomed, a sigh of relieve coming out through his lips. Lips which soon were busy giving back the kisses, or touching the other’s skin as they started to clean each other.

If Jack adored Kralle in a way which was almost like worshipping, the Medic always seemed to get caught by those golden eyes, like hypnotized, as he felt the need to protect him even when usually was the bigger man in pamper him that way. But even since the first time, Kralle always tried to take care of the Engineer, first as patient, then as lover as well. As his treasure, and most important being on his life. Even when Jack was usually the first in pamper the Medic with kisses, cuddles or just small gestures like offering things to him, Kralle was the one in pay attention to him, make sure that the bigger man wouldn’t starve himself at work, would be happy, would have always a place where relax or search for comfort every time he would need it. In similar, and different ways at the same time, they always were taking care of each other.

Kralle’s fingers travelled often along the strong body as he was cleaning the tanned skin as well, with tons of kisses and strokes, furtive looks, smiles and chuckles as they continue taking care of each other. Finally the Medic was taking care of the jet hair of his lover, washing it as his feline eyes were staring at him, careful with not pulling. And he just couldn’t help himself, but bite his own lower lip. Jack was just so cute with the hair all messed up, and attractive as well! One of the reasons why Kralle liked so much to share a shower time with his lover. That and the intimacy, kisses, strokes, and sometimes even more intimate actions, of course.

Yes, Kralle had done more for Jack than even either of them knew. What miserable fate awaited them if they hadn’t connected on that moment, if Jack hadn’t been assaulted, if Wes hadn’t met the Medic years back, if memory loss weren’t the problem…

It was almost as if a certain angel had made sure this match made in Heaven would happen. And even if Jack had no consciousness of the importance of it, he was grateful for Kralle.

Chuckling while enjoying the experienced fingers on his head, he washed the dark brown hair, always careful with the ears. So cute he was, all wet with the ears down. So adorable Jack had to restrain himself from eating him with kisses.

The water washed off the scented foam and Jack filled his mouth with water, squirting some of it to Kralle’s face and almost choking on the remaining as he laughed at his lover’s face.

Kralle needed to close his eyes so the foam wouldn’t get inside them, chuckling as well and his ears, effectively, down to prevent the entrance of water. After clean it up, the Medic rubbed his eyes and opened them a moment… In time to close them as he received the stream from the Engineer’s mouth on his face:

-…

The spliced passed a hand along his face, taking out the excess of water, and stared at Jack, without being able to hold back a smirk:

-Oh, you…

Just a quick look to his own fingers, making sure the claws weren’t long enough, and then started to ticklish his lover as “punishment”, showing his fangs in a grin and chuckling:

-You, you’re a naughty boy, Herr!

danielsmannco:

weissekralle:

Kralle’s ears tilted with the nuzzles, the Medic trying to hold back the chuckles due to the tickles on the most sensitive spots. But his throat was busier with the growing purr, in a deep and relaxing sound.

Indeed, the German still was wondering sometimes how had he been so lucky… Jack was almost literally like an angel who appeared on his life when Kralle was most broken, at the bottom of his own existence. Sometimes the internal wounds because Baldur’s dead were still itching, and the Medic would feel a mixture between melancholy and guilt. But he had clear that he loved that big and gentle Engineer, with all his being, more than his own life… And that Kralle wouldn’t even be able to face a second loss. He knew that, with the training, he was asking too much to Jack, but… The fear of kill him with his own hands in a moment out of control was still there, always would, on his nightmares, sometimes on his daydreams… And he preferred to being stopped before damage him beyond recovery, even if that would mean some broken bones in the worst scenario.

But now wasn’t time to wonder about that.

With a tender smile, Kralle gave back the pecks and kisses, again embracing him by the neck as his body trembled with the strokes on his body. Soon his own hands started to moving down, slowly helping Jack to take out the shirt as well between kisses, only broken when was necessary.

Between kisses, chuckles and furtive looks, it didn’t take long until the tiled floor was covered ion sweaty clothes and Jack was taking Kralle to the showers, testing the water before letting the Medic under the warm stream.

It was always a sight for Jack: the Medic’s body, water streaming down the soft skin and scars, inviting his fingers to follow the flow. He adored Kralle, so much it almost seemed like worshiping. He loved this man with all his qualities and defects.

And so he started that ritual, that silent worship in which they engaged every now and then, treating his beloved’s body to soft rubs and caresses as he cleaned it, warm lips always ready for wet kisses. It was a pleasant task Jack was more than happy to perform.

The warm water falling over his head was more than welcomed, a sigh of relieve coming out through his lips. Lips which soon were busy giving back the kisses, or touching the other’s skin as they started to clean each other.

If Jack adored Kralle in a way which was almost like worshipping, the Medic always seemed to get caught by those golden eyes, like hypnotized, as he felt the need to protect him even when usually was the bigger man in pamper him that way. But even since the first time, Kralle always tried to take care of the Engineer, first as patient, then as lover as well. As his treasure, and most important being on his life. Even when Jack was usually the first in pamper the Medic with kisses, cuddles or just small gestures like offering things to him, Kralle was the one in pay attention to him, make sure that the bigger man wouldn’t starve himself at work, would be happy, would have always a place where relax or search for comfort every time he would need it. In similar, and different ways at the same time, they always were taking care of each other.

Kralle’s fingers travelled often along the strong body as he was cleaning the tanned skin as well, with tons of kisses and strokes, furtive looks, smiles and chuckles as they continue taking care of each other. Finally the Medic was taking care of the jet hair of his lover, washing it as his feline eyes were staring at him, careful with not pulling. And he just couldn’t help himself, but bite his own lower lip. Jack was just so cute with the hair all messed up, and attractive as well! One of the reasons why Kralle liked so much to share a shower time with his lover. That and the intimacy, kisses, strokes, and sometimes even more intimate actions, of course.

danielsmannco:

weissekralle:

Kralle already wrapped his legs around Jack’s waist as soon as he helped and carried him to the showers, without break the kiss in any moment. Fortunately the kitten was still sleeping, something weird since, usually, felines were light sleepers. But, at least, they wouldn’t need to worry about him until the moment of pick him up with the bags to their room.

Soon the Medic felt his feet on the floor again, this time into the showers zone, and pecked back the Engineer’s lips, smiling at him and soon chuckling with his words:

-Zhat seems… And zhe vinner deserves a price, ja?

Telling that, Kralle kissed him again on the lips, before take one of the strong hands. And then started to take out the bandages on it, gently, stopping only to raise the hand closed to his mouth and peck the fingers.

The Engineer watched with a soft smile on his lips as Kralle unwrapped his hands, nuzzling the top of his head and his soft ears meanwhile, no hurries.

He had been so lucky to meet Kralle… even if they had difficulties thrown at them all the time, he regretted nothing. Not having met and loved that man would be a regret though, a big one. But they were together and that was all that mattered.

Once his hands were free, he pecked his lips as a “thank you” and helped the Medic out of his shirt, kissing and stroking the athletic body as the piece of clothing fell to the floor.

Kralle’s ears tilted with the nuzzles, the Medic trying to hold back the chuckles due to the tickles on the most sensitive spots. But his throat was busier with the growing purr, in a deep and relaxing sound.

Indeed, the German still was wondering sometimes how had he been so lucky… Jack was almost literally like an angel who appeared on his life when Kralle was most broken, at the bottom of his own existence. Sometimes the internal wounds because Baldur’s dead were still itching, and the Medic would feel a mixture between melancholy and guilt. But he had clear that he loved that big and gentle Engineer, with all his being, more than his own life… And that Kralle wouldn’t even be able to face a second loss. He knew that, with the training, he was asking too much to Jack, but… The fear of kill him with his own hands in a moment out of control was still there, always would, on his nightmares, sometimes on his daydreams… And he preferred to being stopped before damage him beyond recovery, even if that would mean some broken bones in the worst scenario.

But now wasn’t time to wonder about that.

With a tender smile, Kralle gave back the pecks and kisses, again embracing him by the neck as his body trembled with the strokes on his body. Soon his own hands started to moving down, slowly helping Jack to take out the shirt as well between kisses, only broken when was necessary.

danielsmannco:

weissekralle:

Kralle relaxed with the rubs on his shoulders, chucking and nodding:

-Heheh, ja…

The kiss on his neck gave to him pleasant goosebumps, as well as the nuzzles on the back of his head, a really sensitive zone of his head as well as behind the white ears. As he got evolved into the embrace, Kralle rubbed the strong arms with his hands, in caresses:

-Sounds vonderful to me…

The Medic turned and wrapped Jack’s neck into an embrace, kissing him on the lips with his eyes closed, and his hands starting to rub and scratch the jet hair, in the zone of the back of the Engineer’s head. The white tail was waving, this time slowly, as the throat started to vibrate with an incoming purr. 

The kiss was more than welcome after such kind of training. It wasn’t so much the physical effort but how demanding it was mentally for the Engineer. He got tired that was a lot faster.

Never breaking the kiss, he reached lower and lifted Kralle up, quickly wrapping his legs around his own waist as he carried him to the shower area. The bags would be safe and the winged kitten seemed to be fast asleep so there were no worries.

Reaching the showers, he let the Medic down gently as he pecked his lips and smiled down at him, smiling and flustered.

- Cheque mate, love…

Kralle already wrapped his legs around Jack’s waist as soon as he helped and carried him to the showers, without break the kiss in any moment. Fortunately the kitten was still sleeping, something weird since, usually, felines were light sleepers. But, at least, they wouldn’t need to worry about him until the moment of pick him up with the bags to their room.

Soon the Medic felt his feet on the floor again, this time into the showers zone, and pecked back the Engineer’s lips, smiling at him and soon chuckling with his words:

-Zhat seems… And zhe vinner deserves a price, ja?

Telling that, Kralle kissed him again on the lips, before take one of the strong hands. And then started to take out the bandages on it, gently, stopping only to raise the hand closed to his mouth and peck the fingers.

danielsmannco:

weissekralle:

Kralle felt the grab on his arm. Even if, in a real scenario, probably his feral side would fight back, he didn’t. The Medic didn’t want to take the risk and hurt himself in a training, after all. So he just left his body relaxed, soon trapped with Jack behind him. He closed a moment his eyes, just due to tiredness, as his ears tilted with the tickles:

-Maybe… Ve should stop for today, ja? Ve don’t need… to go too far over our energies.

The spliced turned his head to try and look up to Jack the best he could from his position, taking a moment to normalize his breath:

-Next time better start at zhe same hour, I zhink… I already wasted energies before you came here, Engel.

Told be truth, however, is not like he were in a hurry. Even if his arm was a bit uncomfortable in that position… It wasn’t bad at all, didn’t hurt either thanks that his husband was being still so careful. Something that seemed surprisingly seeing his too strong body.

Jack softened the lock around Kralle’s neck and nodded, letting go of his arm as well and rubbing the Medic’s shoulder to ease the tension from the forced position.

- Yes, you must be getting tired if I managed to get a hold of you.

Chuckling softly, he kissed the Medic’s neck and nuzzled the back of his head, his arm sliding down from Kralle’s neck to his waist, turning into a gentle embrace. Only Jack to go from full brute to purring tiger in less than a second.

- Let’s take a nice warm shower… and when we get in our bed I’ll give you a nice shoulder rub, what do you think?…

Kralle relaxed with the rubs on his shoulders, chucking and nodding:

-Heheh, ja…

The kiss on his neck gave to him pleasant goosebumps, as well as the nuzzles on the back of his head, a really sensitive zone of his head as well as behind the white ears. As he got evolved into the embrace, Kralle rubbed the strong arms with his hands, in caresses:

-Sounds vonderful to me…

The Medic turned and wrapped Jack’s neck into an embrace, kissing him on the lips with his eyes closed, and his hands starting to rub and scratch the jet hair, in the zone of the back of the Engineer’s head. The white tail was waving, this time slowly, as the throat started to vibrate with an incoming purr. 

danielsmannco:

weissekralle:

Kralle watched Jack’s movements, revolving around his place or trying to guess the movements of the Engineer. Truth be told, the Medic was starting to be physically tired. He wasn’t completely recovered from the possession yet, and even without the weight of the medigun… He wasn’t used to flips and acrobatic jumps. So his stamina was lower than in his best times. Besides, he was already training when Jack walked in… of course the Tennessee would be still fresher than the German.

So soon the effects were evident: Even if faster, Kralle’s movements were starting to get clumsier, slower. Even trying to control his breath, the spliced was starting to have more difficult to take air, or to snort more often.

Even then, he didn’t say anything, searching as well an opportunity to attack or dodge, sneak, whatever happened. However, with one of the approaches of Jack, Kralle reacted a bit slower. Not enough to stumble, but yes to give more chances.

Jack wasn’t on top of his best physical abilities either, full day pushing himself over and over during shift and then dealing with Thomas were the perfect scenario to tire him. Maybe that’s why he was so unimaginative on what concerned ways to catch Kralle.

He noticed the delay in reaction. Kralle was taking a second too late to react, to move. The Medic was tired too, for sure, and it showed. The Engineer wondered if, in a feral scenario, the fact he’d have to fight Kralle’s logic side would also make the animal within be slower at some point. He did manage to fend off a powerful demon…

He stepped forward. Kralle reacted too slowly. Taking advantage, Jack quickly closed down on the smaller man and got a hold of his arm, pulling him and twisting it behind his back while the other arm wrapped around the Medic’s neck. He hoped he was being careful enough not to hurt Kralle but kept the large arm in place, grasping Kralle’s shoulder and keeping him close.

- Cheque…

His warm breathe tickled the white fuzzy ears as he tried to steady his pulse, waiting for the Medic’s reaction.

Kralle felt the grab on his arm. Even if, in a real scenario, probably his feral side would fight back, he didn’t. The Medic didn’t want to take the risk and hurt himself in a training, after all. So he just left his body relaxed, soon trapped with Jack behind him. He closed a moment his eyes, just due to tiredness, as his ears tilted with the tickles:

-Maybe… Ve should stop for today, ja? Ve don’t need… to go too far over our energies.

The spliced turned his head to try and look up to Jack the best he could from his position, taking a moment to normalize his breath:

-Next time better start at zhe same hour, I zhink… I already wasted energies before you came here, Engel.

Told be truth, however, is not like he were in a hurry. Even if his arm was a bit uncomfortable in that position… It wasn’t bad at all, didn’t hurt either thanks that his husband was being still so careful. Something that seemed surprisingly seeing his too strong body.

danielsmannco:

weissekralle:

Kralle chuckled and shook his head with Jack’s answer:

-I just vanted to make sure you veren’t too relaxed, Herr.

Even if the Medic was dying of embarrassment inside, and was flustered with the exercise and the talk at the same time, he still smiled, and was actually having fun. But he kept his eyes on Jack as he was this time the one starting circling him:

-… But is true zhat your back is your big weakness, love…

And this time wasn’t joking. Right now Kralle just slapped his butt, but when Cul was inside him, she managed to cling on the Engineer’s back easily and put the bonesaw on his neck… The Medic cut off that thought and smiled again at his lover, licking one of his own canines. He was starting to get tired. After all, he was already training before Jack arrived, so… Maybe they should cut that soon and relax together somewhere. Or something.

But Jack would need to work again to catch him again, of course.

- Well, being big isn’t always an advantage…

Truth be told he could always reach up and grab Kralle, throwing over himself and onto the ground, but he rather save that for emergencies. It was a technique that always ended up damaging the other person a lot and too risky to try in training.

He still remembered how stupidly he let Cul jump him and how he did nothing to get a hold of Kralle’s body. Fear of hurting him. Fear of seeing him scared, scared of his own husband like that time back at the farm…

Jack sighed and tried to focus. He had to overcome that fear, for Kralle’s sake.

He stepped forward quickly then stopped, moving to the side and going forward once more a couple steps, trying, provoking a reaction on Kralle, searching for an opportunity.

Kralle watched Jack’s movements, revolving around his place or trying to guess the movements of the Engineer. Truth be told, the Medic was starting to be physically tired. He wasn’t completely recovered from the possession yet, and even without the weight of the medigun… He wasn’t used to flips and acrobatic jumps. So his stamina was lower than in his best times. Besides, he was already training when Jack walked in… of course the Tennessee would be still fresher than the German.

So soon the effects were evident: Even if faster, Kralle’s movements were starting to get clumsier, slower. Even trying to control his breath, the spliced was starting to have more difficult to take air, or to snort more often.

Even then, he didn’t say anything, searching as well an opportunity to attack or dodge, sneak, whatever happened. However, with one of the approaches of Jack, Kralle reacted a bit slower. Not enough to stumble, but yes to give more chances.

danielsmannco:

weissekralle:

-Hum? Really no-?

But Kralle didn’t have time to finish the sentence, before see Jack suddenly running towards him. But as Medic, he was used to adapt quickly in the middle of the fight… And that wasn’t an exception.

This time the spliced ran towards Jack as well, a focused look on his apatite eyes. In the last moment, at only a couple of meters or so, the Medic impulsed himself with the speed and his legs to jump, laying his hands on the Engineer’s shoulders and making a flip over him. This way the bigger guy passed under him, and Kralle landed behind, needing to make another little jump to don’t stumble due to the impulse. He was used to practice that movement with quiet dummies, and only realized it twice in all his life that time when he was hunting other spliced mercenaries out of control, so he had still some lack of practice.

Once he regained balance, Kralle turned quickly and ran towards Jack, getting on his back before he could react… And giving a slap on his bottom back, before put distance again. Even when that gesture made the Medic blush a bit as if he were the one receiving it, he still smiled, a playful spark on his eyes as he waited, in the distance, for the Engineer’s reaction.

Jack almost fell forward with the surprise, his behind was becoming a rather easy target he needed to watch his ass better, literally. Rubbing the slapped area, he gave Kralle a smile, face flustered not only from running but from the result of his poor attack. But the fact was, it was hard to ctach someone faster and more agile than him.

- Am I going to get spanked every time I fail to catch you? Because I might just start failing on purpose…

Well, look who was getting frisky with jokes? Smiling and chuckling, he returned to his usual stance and started circling the Medic, hands up and ready to catch him should he try to come closer.

Kralle chuckled and shook his head with Jack’s answer:

-I just vanted to make sure you veren’t too relaxed, Herr.

Even if the Medic was dying of embarrassment inside, and was flustered with the exercise and the talk at the same time, he still smiled, and was actually having fun. But he kept his eyes on Jack as he was this time the one starting circling him:

-… But is true zhat your back is your big weakness, love…

And this time wasn’t joking. Right now Kralle just slapped his butt, but when Cul was inside him, she managed to cling on the Engineer’s back easily and put the bonesaw on his neck… The Medic cut off that thought and smiled again at his lover, licking one of his own canines. He was starting to get tired. After all, he was already training before Jack arrived, so… Maybe they should cut that soon and relax together somewhere. Or something.

But Jack would need to work again to catch him again, of course.

danielsmannco:

weissekralle:

As Kralle saw Jack falling to a side, he tried to get away. However, he didn’t expect his leg trapped, and than stopped him for few seconds:

-Ack! Do you zhink vhoever controls me vill play fair?

But he noticed that the lock wasn’t perfect… And the Medic already would be able anyway to get free from that kind of grabs, even if the legs were tighter. So he could fight back, getting free fast and using his own arms and the previously free leg to impulse himself, rolling on the floor and putting distance between them. Again, the spliced was on hands and feet, facing the Engineer.

- No -he scampered away as well, getting up on his feet- just funny to see you resort to them -chuckles and instead of assuming pose runs towards Kralle.

The bulking tower of Tennessian Engineer launched himself towards Kralle with the sole intent to get a good firm grip on him and by the look on his face he’d tackle the Medic if he had to. Staying put and taking blows wasn’t his style and although he could come out as impatient, well, action produced results.

-Hum? Really no-?

But Kralle didn’t have time to finish the sentence, before see Jack suddenly running towards him. But as Medic, he was used to adapt quickly in the middle of the fight… And that wasn’t an exception.

This time the spliced ran towards Jack as well, a focused look on his apatite eyes. In the last moment, at only a couple of meters or so, the Medic impulsed himself with the speed and his legs to jump, laying his hands on the Engineer’s shoulders and making a flip over him. This way the bigger guy passed under him, and Kralle landed behind, needing to make another little jump to don’t stumble due to the impulse. He was used to practice that movement with quiet dummies, and only realized it twice in all his life that time when he was hunting other spliced mercenaries out of control, so he had still some lack of practice.

Once he regained balance, Kralle turned quickly and ran towards Jack, getting on his back before he could react… And giving a slap on his bottom back, before put distance again. Even when that gesture made the Medic blush a bit as if he were the one receiving it, he still smiled, a playful spark on his eyes as he waited, in the distance, for the Engineer’s reaction.

danielsmannco:

weissekralle:

The grab was fast and unexpected, and Kralle received the hit on his chest. The Medic’s back hit the floor, with a shiver and clenching a moment his teeth when he remembered the punch from Wes which broke his sternum. It was just a moment, but enough, with the gesture itself, to let him lying down on the tatami for some seconds, eyes staring at the ceiling.

After a couple of seconds, when he noticed that he was holding his breath, Kralle took some air and blinked, then stared at Jack for a moment. Noticing that, maybe, his reaction could worry him, he swallowed, and nodded:

-I’m fine…

Kralle mumbled… And so his hands soon grabbed the Engineer’s wrist, twisting and using an elbow against the face to pull with the intention of make him fall on a side and be free again. If succeed, the Medic would put distance again, ready for another strike.

With one hand going for a wrist, Jack only saw the elbow a second too late, getting hit on the side of the head and losing his balance. He fell clumsily to the side, unable to grasp Kralle’s wrist, but keeping one of his legs locked between his. It wasn’t a perfect lock but enough to keep the splice close.

- Dirty trick, love!

He leaned on one elbow, trying to regain his advantage and for a moment considered grabbing the waving tail but that would be rather unpleasant and uncalled for. Instead he tried to grab Kralle’s arms again.

As Kralle saw Jack falling to a side, he tried to get away. However, he didn’t expect his leg trapped, and than stopped him for few seconds:

-Ack! Do you zhink vhoever controls me vill play fair?

But he noticed that the lock wasn’t perfect… And the Medic already would be able anyway to get free from that kind of grabs, even if the legs were tighter. So he could fight back, getting free fast and using his own arms and the previously free leg to impulse himself, rolling on the floor and putting distance between them. Again, the spliced was on hands and feet, facing the Engineer.