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Pride was a word Heavy knew all too well.
The Russian was a family man, deeply ingrained in his blood to protect those weaker than him with his life, just as his papa did for so long before him. He may enjoy crushing men's bones and tearing them apart as if nothing more than paper, but he would never turn a hand to his kin. His rampant blood lust only served to further solidify himself as a wall between the enemy and those he cared for.
Mikail felt pride for his sisters, growing strong and beautiful in a world so unremarkably cruel. Even as he risked life and limb to give them a semblance of a brighter Future, his heart swelled knowing they'd be able to eventually enjoy a life outside of the snow covered mountains of his home.
He held enormous pride for Sasha, his beloved mini gun as well as her sisters. Rust would never touch her barrels, nor curious engineers. The rush of adrenaline, singing in his veins alongside Sashas’ beautiful song was otherworldly. Tearing down enemies, buildings and anything stupid enough to ravage his path.
He also felt pride for his team. A long hard day of dirt, sweat and blood, only to emerge victorious over those BLU bastards never ceased to leave him with a high like any other. Some more than others, others less than that. But together they'd drive to victory, and even as he bellowed in celebration it was hard to argue he was the only reason for their victory.
But most importantly, and above all his other teammates. Heavy took great satisfaction for his battlefield Medic.
Medic was his muse, his lover, his mate. And quickly becoming a distraction that was hard to ignore.
Medic was a handsome man. A strong, capable, brilliant mind whether society viewed him as a monster was not Heavy's concern. Just like the others, the medic was here for a reason. The best in his field, or just crazy enough to fill the gap of RED's missing medical practitioner. A marvel of innovation, creating and defying death itself with his medigun and dozens of questionable experiments. Heavy trusted the man with his life, and would do anything to protect the man in return. And being the one man to have the opportunity to take the older man apart until he was a quivering, moaning mess was a thrill unlike any other. Medic was a drug Heavy was becoming addicted to during his time at Teufort, alongside the feeling of the doctor's ankles between his ears.
Always a poised, tidy man who took proper care of himself, inside and out. Primed and proper, with a superiority complex that rivals Spy’s own annoying high and mighty attitude. Getting the pleasure to dishevel such a man was exhilarating.
Never once did he consider himself to be a possessive lover, Protective, mayhaps fit the description. Mikail wouldn't even fathom allowing the others to experience the doctor from behind closed doors. He would sooner snap his own bones one by one. But it didn't stop the longing to share their connection unabashedly, to announce just how easily he could mold the man into a mushy pile of goo. Just to have such a handsome man on his arm wasn’t enough.
Something itched, burrowing into his brain like a parasitic worm to press harder, remind Medic. Remind him once more. Remind yourself, show everyone who could take apart the doctor so intimately.
The teasing was becoming the problem, because Heavy knew eventually it would no longer be harmless teasing. Not with how bold they've allowed themselves to get, and they simply couldn't risk getting caught.
And as time went on, he discovered the Medic seemed to like the threat of being caught.
This morning he recalled a firm hand graze across his rump during their battle briefing, Under the muse of careful passing behind him to receive his mission papers, out of sight of everyone's view of course. But he couldn't help the mischievous grin curling his lips when he noticed Medics' own playful smile.
Under the muse of clasping the doctor on the shoulder, he couldn't resist giving the man a light press of his thumb against his collar, knowing full well of the blossoming hickey he left just a few hours prior. Savoring the glare he received along with those pearly teeth catching a plump lip.
Later, as the battle began, the duo became separated from their allies during battle, caught in a barrage of gunfire and grenades. Heavy had barely managed to duck in time, crouched around a splintered crate, doing his best to shelter his doctor as bullets rained down upon them and forced them into shelter.
The doctor has stumbled, Initially he'd thought he'd tripped across the battlefield, littered with body parts and debris. But Medic bumped into his back with a soft oof. Using his flak vest as a lifeline as he gasped, soft and pained. The larger man whipped around, momentarily removing his focus on the oncoming fire “Doktor is shot?!”
Thinking he'd been clipped by cover fire initially, Heavy was already trying to locate his final sandvich to share, that was until the smaller man giggled. A high, airy sound that was uniquely Medic. Cheeks a rosy pink from the heat of New Mexico's heat, practically unnoticeable in the sea of blood around them, and the splatter wiped across his partner's cheekbone.
“No! Verdammt.” He cursed, gasping quietly as pain shot up his spine again. Quickly trying to relieve the shock of the strain and put the larger man at ease, he shifted back up to his knees. A wide grin, nearly splitting the good doctor's face in a glee as they pressed further into their makeshift cover. Voice hoarse and quiet as his body finally got a moment to catch his breath “Iz not ze first time you’ve blown out mein back.” He shouted over the incoming gunfire, eyes sparkling with everything but innocence “Nothing I can’t handle!”
This brilliant, crazy bastard, clutching his torn vest, surrounded by chaos and bloodshed was giggling high and dare he say bashful. Sharp blue eyes sparkling with mirth as he threw the lever for his medigun, ubercharge at the ready. That was until his voice dropped, barely a flirty purr over the hum of his weapon “Now get out there and show them how rough you can be!”
Mikhail swore steam spilled from his ears because he was certain his brain blew a gasket and short circuited as the hot shock of the healing mist reversed his wounds. Ears ringing loud enough to miss whatever dirty words his doctor teased further. What blood that isn't soaking into his carefully healing wounds flooded blood south despite the chaos rushing around them. He resisted every nerve, every urge to surge forward and fuck the man silly into the dirt. Nearly crushing what little cover they possessed to keep his hands to himself, And not warp his beloved mini guns guard handles with the effort. Instead he forced the flush of energy into Sasha, and roared as the uber charge lit his skin aflame, mowing down the advancing BLU counterparts. With a more than ecstatic medic in tow.
Since then, Heavy knew he had more than just a simple problem. But it was more about finally having to deal with said problem instead of burying his head in the sand and pretend he wasn't entirely infatuated. He would be a fool to assume the German wasn't smart enough to catch on to said little problem. The man was a genius, and those little coy smiles were starting to click into place. If anything, the older man simply egged it on. Maybe he was just as overcome with desire as Heavy himself. But given their usual routine of fucking the smaller man senseless, he couldn’t imagine given his size, and how often they found the stickiness of their sheets, good for the poor doctors back. Let alone any other places rubbed raw. And his usual refusal to soothe the uncomfortable aftermath with his own healing abilities made things worse.
Watching his partner's legs shake after a particularly rough roll in the sheets was nothing he'd ever had the pleasure to experience, before living in constant fear after escaping the gulag. It left little time to devote to such a luxury.
Mikail would not have time for romance, let alone anything more than simply courting a willing body to warm his bed. A handful of forgotten faces, shadowed in the dead of night during his later years were nothing more than to release pent up frustration. He couldn't remember the few woman, and men who kept him company all those years ago.
Afterall, a big man commanded immense attention. A man of rippling muscle and stacked fat where it mattered most. Mikhail learned from a young age he’d have to be conscious of his body, his pressure, his grip. Heavy didn't want to hurt anyone undeserving of his strength, his family, his partner, Ms. Pauling of all people. Now he not only had a more than enthusiastic partner, but one who didn't seem to mind his size and strength.
And that there lies the problem tearing away at the giants' resolve.
In fact, Medic was always eager to experience said strength, if not a little impatient when push came to shove. Even if it took plenty of prep. Heavy was a big man after all, in more ways than one. It was sometimes difficult without a tedious amount of prep time. (Heavy of course didn't mind and thoroughly enjoyed it, Medic however was a different story) the russian could practically live any fantasy he’d ever conceived, and then some with the help of the man's miracle of science occupying the infirmary.
All he wanted was to see the German squirm beneath his hand like a starving man. Take him again and again and again until neither of their bodies refused to cooperate, and his lover's body throbbed from overuse, reddened with a gorgeous flush and sweaty from exertion.
And then again until the man was wailing for mercy. Heavy couldn't allow himself to push that far.
But Medic didn't ever want to use the medigun on himself, and always insisted the man don't hold back. Large hands that usually tried so hard to be gentle found the pleasure of allowing his thumbs to hook just above the older man's hip bones; and drag him closer to hear that beautiful symphony of gasps the move would produce.
Addicting.
His jaw tightened, swallowing the thick knot in his throat when Herbert used one of the nearby counters to support his weight, under the muse of relaxing into his conversation with the Engineer rather than his usual poised, straight posture. What they were discussing he did not know, too many unfamiliar English words about mathematics and equations to keep up without a simpler explanation.
Seeing his lover, hiding darkened love bites beneath his collar, knowing he was still sore, swollen and aching beneath all those frivolous layers made it difficult to focus on much else. A secret between two men who found comfort and passion in secret. The blossoming bruise kept private from a particularly rough bite, hidden by the doctor's thick cotton pants.
The taller man chuckled at something, hips shifting absently to distribute weight on his other leg.
After today's hard fought, body taxing battle, Heavy almost felt remorse for allowing that nagging parasite of a libito to raise its ugly head.
Heavy had given in to his own overwhelming desires shortly after their little incident on the field. Cornering the man in the showers and although it took very little coaxing to convince the man. In fact, the german practically jumped into his arms as soon as their towels hit the floor. Sore, and aching the man hissed and moaned in his ear as they fucked, and by the time they were finished, basking in the aftermath Medic’s legs refused to cooperate. And Heavy’s own almost followed suit knowing just how thoroughly exhausted his partner must be feeling, yet still wanted more. It would be easy to trug back to the infirmary and heal whatever plagued the man. But despite an aching sting of pain, the man chose to wear it like a badge of honor, despite no one being none the wiser. Only offering a pathetic wince and another bashful smile while Heavy fussed over him further. Apologizing with soft kisses and gentle, hesitant caresses.
The push and pull teetering the giant on a fine line between right and wrong was wearing thin. Whatever ingrained restraint he’d imposed upon himself as a boy shouldn't have been so easily taken apart by a man's quiet pleads.
Or maybe Medic did it all on purpose, because he knew Heavy liked that. More than he cared to admit. And Medic was just as much of a freak as he was, and enjoyed it right back.
It only led The giant into a worse state of mind while he mulled over this disturbing revelation, in the public eye of his team mates common room.
It was becoming difficult to think straight again, forcing his brain not to imagine just how Herbert would react if he slid up against the doctor conversing so innocently with their colleague. To pin his swelling interest and the man himself against his support and cut their ridiculous conversation short. Savouring how his knees may buckle with the added weight after an already exhausting, grueling day on his backside. His lover would hiss through those pearly white teeth of his, maybe even yelp in discomfort against his ever sore behind. Bite out an onslaught of curses, demanding to know what the meaning of this was. And those pretty blue eyes would betray whatever venom in his tone he managed to squander together.
Surely he wouldn't be able to take the larger man again without exhaustion and pain taking his lover unwillingly. Yet Heavy wanted nothing more than to make him writhe, to throb.
He would never do such a scandalous thing, but the image alone brought another wave of heat to his thick neck to show them all the real reason why their doctor's gait was uneven and unsteady.
Heavy's cock gave a valiant, exhausted stir, even he was surprised. Given his age and the two rounds they partook in, and today's victory. There was little chance he would have any left in the chamber to even think about a round three. It was a miracle he was still conscious at this point, but he could feel the lul of sleep beginning to drag his eyes down.
Quickly scrubbing a hand over his face to soothe away those naughty thoughts. Medic was going to be the death of him, a man who never imagined sex being so prevalent in his life, certainly had that turned on its head. Now here he was, feeling nothing more than a young man who first discovered his first porno mag.
Toiling with his own dirty mind didn't last long, the giant munched on his sandwich to distract himself and ward off the pull of a comfortable bed, but Herbert glanced his way, catching his eye. And smiled, broad and cunning. His hips shifted again, making sure the larger man watched until he found another comfortable position.
Misha, despite his best efforts, felt his eyes narrow, wanting nothing more than to show the German just what he was messing with. Teasing him in the barracks was dangerous, even under the pretense of a lazy posture. Smug, naughty doctor.
Unfortunately it did nothing to halt the dirty thoughts flooding his mind. Medic had always been vocal, and although he would huff and puff, deny he only vocalized to stroke the larger man's ego, Heavy knew the truth. It took so little to make him moan, a sensitive man of his age couldn't fake the goosebumps, or the shudder from just a soft squeeze. Often hiding his face in the meat of the larger man's shoulder, catching a knuckle between his teeth, or burrowing into their pillows in hopes to quiet his noise.
Oh, he'd whimper if the Heavy so much as brushed a knuckle against a still clothed nipple. Or pressed hot, sucking kisses just below his ear lobe, let alone cupping the swelling heat between his knees and it was music to Heavy's ears. Not quite as angelic as Sasha, But a near perfect match in the heat of their lovemaking.
Herbert's breathing would slowly begin to regulate, overwhelmed with a hot, seeping warmth into his already overworked chest as his orgasm high melted away. His thighs trembling even as his partner soothed a giant paw down the man's legs to feel the quivers beneath his fingers and sooth away twitching muscles. Their coupling drained both men, already exhausted from a long day on the field. But Heavy was determined to enjoy all the glorious aftermath until sleep dragged him away by force.
Sometimes when they basked in the glow, Heavy would tease the man's still swollen, puffy hole with a gentle thumb until he was scolded with a shaky laugh. No real malice as his partner's body was relaxed and drained to fuss any further. But the giant liked to push his luck, another pass, another press and Medic would plead. For what? Who knows. All he knew was how easy it was to slide the searching thumb in, loose and wet from his own spend, and savour the sharp gasp for his efforts.
How he'd keen if Heavy squeezed his nape just right, circling his throat like a collar until he was a rosey red and begged for release. No matter the circumstance, pressing a firm hold to the point of the Germans adams apple never ceased to blow his pupils wide, and body to go limp.
If his big fingers twisted and curled just right, Medic would cry out in surprise as he toyed with the warmth of his prostate while fingering him open. And if he was lucky, make him cum simply tonguing the man as he prepared for what was to come next.
Biting just hard enough to sting, Medic would groan, low and muffled deep into the pillows as Heavy pinned him effortlessly against the sheets with his sheer weight that Medic loved oh so much. Those familiar, biting half crescents he’d receive in return were always worth it.
He’d go cross eyed, just the slightest bit if Heavy's hands cradled his head, murmuring dirty, words of encouragement in his mother tongue as the smaller man choked down his cock. Glasses askew, hair disheveled, sweat beading down his brown. He’d look absolutely fucked out of his mind until they showered away the mix of sweat, tears and cum.
Misha could never forget their first coupling, buried deep within his lover, ear to ear as their heart beats pulsed together in the forbidden dance of rocking hips. Quiet demands of broken German rocking his core as the smaller man clung to him for dear life as their bodies fought for the animalistic instinct of release. Finally able to watch his cock, engorged and heavy disappear into the man's forbidden warmth made him delirious, just how much of a size difference between them struck some kind of cord and he groaned. Spindly fingers trailed to where they were connected so intimately and Heavy was sure he was in love right then and there. The tight clenches around his dick fell in rhythm with his hips, before the Germans tongue found its way down his throat once again.
He still wanted to figure out just how many times the man could take before he’d beg-
Heavy shoved the rest of his beloved sandwich into his gullet to keep his mind from wandering any further. Grunting as he stood from his seat with a huff of an excuse. Scouts' constant babbling was usually easy to tune out, so he hoped whatever was flowing today was enough to distract them all from his already heated body, although he didn't care very much either way, they were all tired after today.
He shot his lover a quick glance, quick gauge to determine what his own intentions could be for such a sudden departure. Allowing his own Libito rest seemed like a good idea, and giving his lovers sore ass a break also seemed like an added plus.
Receiving a little wiggle of the doctor’s fingers and what felt like an all too knowing smile, Misha grunted with his own lazy wave. Herbert would surely be the death of him, but until that day arrived, he would continue to take the man apart piece by piece despite his own internal moral compass. Or maybe it was the other way around, either way. He'd be sure to make him scream.