yeah so let me do that. writing lots of porn for my buddies lately. p much all heavy/medic. so heres scout walking in on them:
“You call that fuckin’? I walked in on my grandparents doin’ it once and let me tell you, my pop-pop had way more oomph in his hips than you do, old man.”
Medic froze mid-thrust, color draining from his face as his head snapped in the direction of the obnoxious voice that could only come from one member of their team.
Scout stood in the doorway of the infirmary with his bat over his shoulder and a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He was bleeding, but not too badly; knocked out a tooth playing baseball with Demo and came around to get a jolt from the Medigun, but his attention was otherwise captured now.
Heavy, for his part, just whined.
“Doctor, why you stop? Was getting close,” he panted, and Medic whipped back around to stare at him aghast, uncertain whether Heavy did not realize Scout was there or did not care. Heavy wiggled his hips, urging Medic with the legs wrapped around his waist to start moving again. “Please.”
“Yeah, give baldy what he wants, ya geezer,” Scout grinned, leaning against the door frame now, apparently settling in to watch the show. The color returned to Medic’s face as he resumed thrusting, albeit slowly, and his voice returned as well.
“What in God’s name are you doing?” Medic hissed at their youngest teammate, expression still caught somewhere between horrified and furious.
“Gettin’ a load of the entertainment,” he shrugged, “No chicks around here, no dirty magazines. Best we got is that calender in Respawn, and I got bored ‘a that a while ago. This, though, this ain’t so bad.” He scratched the back of his head as his gaze wandered over the bodies of the men before him. “I mean, if I pretend fattie’s bitchtits are real tits. I ain’t gay or nothin’.”
“Right,” Medic replied, shock and anger being replaced by annoyance. He rolled his eyes and Heavy rolled his hips, drawing a soft moan from the doctor. Scout’s amused grin softened a bit at that, and a hand drifted down toward his fly.
“Doctor, please, harder,” Heavy gasped, placing his hands over the ones on his hips, “do not care of little Scout watches, just need to come. Feels so good.”
Medic frowned a little, concern on his features, but if Heavy didn’t mind, then perhaps he could do this. What was the harm, really? And voyeurism was a bit appealing…. “Ach, fine, but for you only, meine liebchen,” he grunted, then picked up his pace, lifting Heavy’s legs over his shoulders to penetrate more deeply. Heavy moved a hand to his own cock, jerking himself off and shouting whenever his prostate was hit hard.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t’cha?” Scout rasped, palming himself through his open fly. “Fuckin’ bitch. Say you like it.”
“This is not interactive—”
“I like it, I like it,” Heavy interrupted Medic’s remark, moving his hand faster and fucking himself on Medic’s cock, bucking against him when the older man began to slow again.
“Yeah, tons’o’fun’s got the right idea here. Pick up the pace, oldie, you ain’t gettin’ any younger.”
Grunting in annoyance, Medic did pick up the pace, tension leaving his features as he lost himself in the feeling. Heavy’s ass was tight and hot around him, and he slid in so easily. His lover’s hand on his own was soft despite the tight grip, and he looked so beautiful like this, eyes closed in ecstasy, lips parted, making such beautiful, erotic sounds—
“Take it all, fattie, yeah, take it deep. Let him fuck your fuckin’ brains out. Fuck. Yeah, touch yourself. Touch it just like that. Shit. Now kiss him. Shove your fuckin’ tongue in his mouth, but let me see.”
And Heavy did, pulling his doctor down for an intense kiss, tongues sliding against each other in the open before Medic shoved their lips together out of some false sense of modesty. The feeling was becoming too much, though, even with the gasps and moans coming from the Scout as he jerked off in the background. Medic’s stomach felt tight, too tight, and his balls clenched as he pounded mercilessly into his younger lover. He broke the kiss to shout hoarsely as he came inside Heavy, and his hips kept moving to prolong the feeling as long as possible. Once the most intense contractions wore down, he focused on bringing Heavy off as well, tonguing his nipples and fondling his balls.
“God, yeah, you dirty bitch, come for me, come all over that bastard’s chest—”
“ебля!” Cum spurted from Heavy’s thick cock, leaving translucent white trails on his and Medic’s chests. Breathing heavily, the larger man’s head fell back against the table as he basked in the afterglow. Nearby, Scout let out a whimper as he came over his own hand, eyes half-lidded as he watched the couple before him.
After a few moments filled only by slowing breaths, Scout chuckled softly. “Not bad,” he grinned again, though more sleepily now, as he tucked himself back in and stood up straighter, “but now I’d really like it if you’d fix my mouth, Doc. Oh, and next time, do him from behind, bent over your desk, that’d be really—”
Scout didn’t even see the jackboot coming that Medic aimed for his head while screaming for him to get out.
and heres some ballerina heavy:
One thing Heavy had learned once he had become involved with the Medic was to be flexible. The older man had… strange tastes, to say the least; from foot fetishism to vivisection to somnophilia, the Heavy was always on his toes around his lover.
This time, quite literally.
Or, at least, he would be, if he weren’t certain that attempting to go en pointe unsupported would break his ankles. The Medic hadn’t asked him to perform, however, only to wear the elaborate ballerina costume he had mysteriously procured (and in Heavy’s size, no less!). Slipping into the feathered and sequined bodice, Heavy did not feel embarrassed. He had worn women’s clothing before, even before meeting the Medic—a side-effect of being the only boy in a family of women. The shimmer and flounciness felt natural to him, and, depending on the outfit, sometimes felt quite sexy. The tutu didn’t bring out his sultry side so much as it made him feel a bit more graceful, which, due to his size and proportions, was something he did not feel often.
He considered this as he slid the silk stockings up his legs and connected them to the garter belt around his waist. Unlike most tutus, the bodice did not cover his lower half. Rather, the only thing covering his genitals and rear were the slight sag of the skirt. Not wearing underwear with pants was one thing, but with a skirt, it was liberating, and arousing, which was something Heavy greatly enjoyed about these strange forays with his lover: He always felt desirable. He grinned to himself as he secured the ribbons of the pointe shoes around his ankles.
When he emerged into the infirmary, Medic was waiting close by. Heavy smiled demurely and stood on tiptoe, doing a little twirl that made his skirt flare, offering a glimpse of what lay beneath. “What do you think, Doctor?” Heavy asked coyly. Medic licked his lips.
“In Russia, ballet is a grand tradition, is it not?” Medic asked, circling the younger man, taking in his appearance. Heavy replied affirmatively, and Medic reached out to graze his fingertips over the fine details of the beadwork. “All those lithe, female bodies prancing about the stage, weightless, lifted so easily by the males who serve as little more than moving platforms. Pah!” he scoffed, standing again in front of the larger man, placing his hands on the sides of the round belly. “They do not know true beauty. This,” he emphasized by sliding his hands up Heavy’s front, “this is the epitome of human attractiveness. This is perfection.”
Heavy chuckled softly. “Doctor says such sweet things.” Medic’s face twisted into a familiar grin.
“Mein beautiful seductress,” he whispered, “let us show them the real poetry in motion.”
Before long, the doctor had pinned his ballerina against an exam table, hands roving the vast body and tongue probing the soft and willing mouth. Heavy shuddered as the cold metal pressed against his bare buttocks, but it warmed quickly as his body did as well, blood pumping furiously to his face and his groin as Medic’s hands slid beneath the layers of tulle to brush teasingly against his cock. Heavy groaned at the contact; his cock twitched in response.
“You like that, don’t you?” Medic rasped out, teasing him again and again. Heavy bit his lip and nodded, digging his fingers into Medic’s shoulders. “How much do you want it?”
“So much, Doctor,” Heavy panted, trying to thrust his hips closer to the other man’s, “please, touch me, touch me.”
Medic rewarded him by wrapping his fingers around the larger man’s forming erection and coaxed it to full hardness. Heavy groaned, thrusting shallowly into the tunnel of Medic’s hand. In the meantime, Medic trailed kisses over Heavy’s neck and shoulder, biting and sucking along the way, leaving little red marks that would soon fade to purple.
“You want more than this, don’t you?” he whispered, using his free hand to play with his lover’s balls, “what do you want, mein hure?”
Grasping Medic’s shoulders, the Heavy replied in a near-whisper. “Fuck me, Doctor,” he swallowed, then gasped as Medic left a particularly hard bite, “fuck my ass.”
Medic’s dark chuckle reverberated through Heavy’s chest, and he barely had time to wonder where the jar of lubricant had come from before a slick finger began to slide into him. “Oh, my beautiful whore,” Medic crooned, urging the younger man with his hands to sit on the table to provide better access to his ass, “tell me you love it.”
“I love it, Doctor,” came the unhesitant reply as Heavy lay back on the table, wrapping his legs around the doctor’s waist, “love being your whore.”
“My dirty girl,” Medic grinned, pushing the skirt of the tutu up to reveal the Heavy’s aching erection. Still working fingers in and out of his ass, Medic leaned forward to take the member into his mouth. Heavy moaned and reflexively reached out to tangle his fingers in Medic’s hair. The older man closed his eyes contentedly, sighing around the rigid cock, tonguing the head and frenulum before taking it deep into his throat.
Heavy cried out, bucking against the hot mouth around him and the fingers inside him, the sensations becoming too much for him to bear. “Doctor, I am—” but Medic didn’t stop, and in a second, Heavy came down the man’s throat. Medic took it easily, and the action of him swallowing drew the Heavy’s orgasm out with long, slow contractions of muscle.
He was still breathing heavily when Medic finally released him, and the older man smiled, reaching up to pull Heavy in for a kiss. The doctor’s tongue slid along his lover’s deliberately, and he grinned when the kiss broke. “You love tasting yourself in the mouth of another man, don’t you, my filthy whore?” he rasped, fingers still inside him rubbing slowly against the spot that made Heavy squirm.
“Yes. Yes. But… need more. Need you inside me,” Heavy panted.
“I am already inside you, schatz,” Medic twisted his fingers for emphasis and Heavy’s hips jolted.
“Nyet. Need your cock in me,” he looked down over the beaded bodice and layered skirt, eyes dark and full of desire, “please, Doctor.”
The Medic sighed. “Oh, my beautiful ballerina,” he stroked one great cheek, “let us make beautiful music.”
Removing his fingers from his lover, the Medic slicked his penis instead and eased it into Heavy’s entrance. They moaned together as Medic pushed all the way inside, sighing when he pulled back out again, and over and over, until Heavy cried out with each thrust as Medic increased the tempo. Heavy’s skirts bounced with the motion, the stiff fabric providing a steady rhythm to accompany the sounds of slick and slapping flesh and their harmonious cries.
The beat eventually reached a crescendo with Medic pounding mercilessly into his lover as Heavy merely held on to him, voice ragged as he shouted each time his prostate was hit. Medic came inside him, hands clamping down hard on Heavy’s hips. He thrust until the waves of pleasure ended, but even after, he did not pull out.
Leaning forward, Medic rested his chin on Heavy’s broad chest, smiling up at him, his predatory demeanor fading. “Was it good for you, mein liebe?”
“Da, Doctor,” Heavy smiled back, content in this space between bizarre fantasy and beautiful reality.
...and I sure hope Joe doesn't stop here.
i agree, joe seems like a pretty cool guy eh
I actually game into this expecting it not to be very good, probably because your author's note had no capitalization. By the fifth paragraph, however, you'd totally won me over. There's something subtle and masterful about how you write these characters. They are very true to their canon personalities, but not in an over-the-top and exaggerated way. I found both stories to be sweet and sexy, as well as humorous. And of course, it's always a pleasure to see a bottom Heavy. Bravo! I'll echo the two posts above me in saying that I hope this isn't the last we'll hear from you, Joe.
A wonderful satire of the "X is a doe-eyed catamite" style of slash fanfic.
Damnit, Joe. I'm stealing your HeavyXMedic for myself.
This is beautiful, stay forever.
One small thing
The word "ебля" means the process, like "fucking"
So it sounds kinda funny to me
We would usually use: блять(fuck), черт(damn it), сука(bitch), о боже(oh god)
I hope it'll help!
thank you everyone!
>>8 oh that is really helpful, actually, thank you so much!
That first one was... weird. A surprisingly delicious and hot kind of weird. I certainly hope to see you write more.
okay i just wanna say my friends come up with these prompts; i just fill them to the best of my abilities. so here's xenophobic soldier/medic/heavy:
Soldier was obviously acting different lately. He seemed to be trying to be subtle about it, but as Soldier was about as subtle as an elephant in lead shoes, the entire team noticed the change in his behavior, specifically, in the way he was treating Heavy and Medic.
Hitting Heavy with the Disciplinary Action was something he’d already done regularly, but he had begun adding saucier and saucier comments to go with the slap. To be honest, Heavy was becoming a bit uncomfortable. As for Medic, the German could swear that, though Soldier’s eyes were barely visible beneath his helmet, the manwinked at him when thanking him for a heal.
When Heavy mention that “little Soldier was making with not good comments” toward him and Medic mentioned the American’s suggestive body language, they realized it had been happening to them both, and not to the others. Rather than ignore this bizarre behavior, they knew it would only get worse over time. Drastic measures would have to be taken.
They would have to talk to Soldier.
“Well, well, well, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Soldier asked when he answered his door. He made a face somewhere between a smirk and a grimace that Medic later had to guess was his attempt at “seductive”.
“Your behavior toward us as of late has been untoward, Herr Soldier,” Medic quipped, hands clasped behind his back. Heavy towered behind him and nodded with a grunt.
“Little Soldier make strange comments to us and not to others. Why you do this?”
“Why don’t you gentlemen come in, and I’ll see if I can lay out the situation for you?” Soldier replied, smirk-grimace getting wider as he stepped aside and gestured inside his dim room. Medic and Heavy exchanged glances. Heavy shrugged and Medic raised an eyebrow, then they entered.
“Sit down, boys, take a load off,” Soldier motioned to his bed this time, as there was only one chair in his room, and Americans sit in chairs, goddammit.
They did, and Medic cleared his throat, becoming more put-off by the second by Soldier’s behavior.
“So what is the situation, Herr Soldier?” he asked, smoothing out his coat.
“You two are fuckin’, aren’t ya?”
Medic’s eyes looked like they were going to fall out of his skull. Heavy put a possessive hand on Medic’s knee. “This is no business of yours,” he replied, voice low and dangerous. Soldier laughed.
“Oh, calm down, Red, I’m not gonna tell you it’s sinful or unnatural or any of that bullshit. In fact…” he peered at them from under the rim of his helmet, “I was wondering if you’d be willing to let me get a piece of the action.”
“What!” Medic practically squeaked. Heavy’s hand tightened.
“What you mean?”
“You know, have a little manger-e-three.”
“Ménage à trois,” Medic corrected absently.
“Yeah, that,” Soldier replied, leaning back in his chair and grinning like a maniac. “So what d’you fellas say?”
“Are you mad?” Medic muttered, apparently thinking it was some sort of bizarre joke.
“Why would you ask this?” Heavy glared at the American, eyes narrowed.
Soldier looked annoyed for a moment, rolling his eyes at the pair and leaning forward. “Look, maggots, I don’t know how you two got lucky enough to get each other, but us three are the only cock-suckers on this team, and I for one am horny as hell! So unless one of you wanted to go it alone with me, I figured I should ask you both at once.” He sat up straighter, crossing his arms. “Come on, what have you got to lose?”
Heavy and Medic exchanged glances again, seemingly having a telepathic conversation. Medic looked worried, Heavy looked wary, but they eventually turned back to Soldier with little resigned sighs and shrugs.
“I suppose,” Medic sighed, leaning against Heavy, “but we must lay down rules: no biting hard enough to draw blood, no excessively rough play, no going in dry, no ass-to-mou—”
“You worry too much, Fritz, let’s get down to business,” Soldier cut him off, plopping his helmet onto his desk and stripping off his jacket and shirt to reveal his toned stomach and graying chest hair.
“Right now?!” Medic cried.
“Why? You got something better to do?” Soldier asked as he unbuckled his belt.
“I… I suppose not, but…” he looked rather helplessly at Heavy, who sghrugged at him and removed his bandolier.
“Is better to just get over with,” the Russian supplied, then started to strip off his vest and shirt.
Medic looked back and forth between the two burly, stripping men. While he had often fantasized about being taken by two men at once, he was having a hard time overlooking the fact that one of them was Soldier, of all people. Still, perhaps when they were all naked and touching each other’s intimate places, he could pretend the other man was not completely insane.
Then he saw the American pull out his crop.
“The safe word is weinerschnitzel!” Medic shouted with authority to the room at large, and Soldier grinned that manic grin again, made all the more unsettling now that he was completely naked and his eyes were visible.
“Sure thing. Now c’mere, Sally,” he laughed, tapping the crop against his palm.
Heavy had managed to disrobe as well and grabbed his doctor, who was still fully dressed. “Is okay, Doctor, you know I keep you safe,” he said softly, kissing him while unbuttoning the white coat.
“Ja, I know,” Medic replied, helping his lover remove his clothing. Soldier tapped his foot impatiently.
“You’re not going to leave me in the cold here are you?” he grunted, stepping behind Medic. “Aren’t you supposed to know how to share, commie?” Heavy glared at him, but Soldier paid him no mind, licking the shell of the German’s ear. Medic shuddered at the feeling. It wasn’t something Heavy did often, and the novel sensation was arousing. “You like that, don’t you, Fritz?” he whispered, licking more insistently and reaching around Medic’s front to play with a nipple. Medic moaned. “Yeah, you Nazi son of a bitch. You wanna be conquered, don’t you?”
Medic’s eyes shot open and he half-turned his head. “What are you—” but he was cut off by Soldier’s tongue in his mouth. Medic thought maybe he could let it slide for now. Soldier tasted odd, but not bad, and his large hand felt nice on his chest, and—THWACK.
Medic jerked his head back when the crop hit his bare ass. “You—”
“Yeah, surrender to the hegemony, Kraut!” Soldier whooped, then hit him again. Medic tried to leap away, but Soldier, while shorter, was definitely stronger than him. “What about you, Ivan? You gonna help, or are you gonna go all soft on me? We’re allies, y’know. Gotta defend freedom! But don’t turn on me this time and become a namby-pamby—”
Soldier crumpled to the floor in pain. Medic had managed turn enough in his grip to knee him in the balls.
“I should have known this was part of some bizarre delusion,” he said smoothly, adjusting his glasses. “We are not part of your stupid war game, Soldat,” he spat, putting his trousers back on. “Come, Heavy. We can continue this more pleasantly in our room.”
“Da, Doctor,” Heavy replied, putting his own pants back on and gathering the rest of their clothing, giving Soldier a swift kick in the ass on his way out.
I'd say "bonerkill" but... it'd be too subtle.
I frigging loved this setting; you nearly always see the exact opposite of this happening in fics but you wrote it fairly beliavably to the characters, in fact even more so since the actual hot threesome never happened! Which I kinda still feel sad about since I was really hoping for some to take place.
...well dammit Joe, now you got me feeling mixed about what I really want. Good one, man!
Yes, I definitely agree. While very believable (and thus hilarious,) I can't help but be saddened that there's not gonna be any fun times. People barely ever write these three, which sucks considering they're my OT3 of sorts.
haha well maybe i'll write an alternate ending just for you kind anons. as it stands, though, i have six more requests to get through, five of which are tf2, so it'll have to wait til i'm done with those. my goal is one fic per day, so... look for it in a week?
Requesting a continuation of this fic were soldier keeps trying to win these 2 over (perhaps he promises next time he'll be a good boy)
Honestly though i'm just hoping to see these 3 have sex
You know, if you're actually going to be writing us something almost every day this week... I don't even care what it is. I want to read them all anyway. So write whatever you please, joe. This stuff is gold.
You had no trouble with the other characters in the first two, but your Heavy seemed really passive and whiny- in this one, he was spot on. Keep it up!
he could pretend the other man was not completely insane.
For those of you watching at home, this is a BAD idea. Don't stick your dick in crazy. Or invite crazy to stick its dick in you, depending on preference. I'm glad Medic cottoned on eventually, and it was hilarious when it hit.
hahaha sage advice, marty
ffff okay here's some sniper/spy, where spy has a piss fetish and sniper doesnt
Sniper sighed, giving his junk a quick shake and zipping up. Picking up the full jar and screwing the cap on, he looked at an empty corner of his nest.
“I know you’re there, Spook,” he drawled, putting the jar back down with a tink at the same moment Spy’s cloak deactivated with a small puff of blue smoke. Once visible, Spy straightened his tie and ran a hand over the crown of his head.
“My apologies,” he replied, stepping closer the the enemy Sniper, “what gave me away?”
Sniper smirked, revealing sharp teeth. “Heard you makin’ little noises,” he peered at the other man over the top of his aviators, “you gettin’ off on watchin’ me piss?”
Spy swallowed, blinking only once, maintaining his professional demeanor. “Yes, actually.”
Sniper laughed, smirk turning to a good-natured smile as he patted his enemy-lover on the shoulder. After a few moments, though, he realized Spy wasn’t laughing. “I… I was just havin’ a laugh, mate. You’re not serious, are you?”
Spy rolled his shoulders, knocking off Sniper’s hand. “I am,” he said coolly, eyes narrowed, as though challenging the other man to laugh again.
Sniper didn’t laugh, but he did pull a face. Spy’s stayed stony. “But… I mean, I’ve heard of blokes gettin’ off on that, but… why?”
Spy looked away, pacing around the small room. He lit a fresh cigarette and took a few puffs before speaking again.
“I associate it with sexual release. That is the simplest way to put it.”
Sniper watched him from behind his aviators, seemingly chewing the admission over. “So, like… you wanna be pissed on, or you wanna, I dunno, drink it? Sorry, mate, but that’s… that’s just….”
“Disgusting. Horrible. Depraved. Perverted. Oui, I have heard all of those things. And yet…” he took a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out the window, “I keep doing it.” He finally looked back at the other man. “I was hoping you, of all people, might understand, or sympathize, considering, well…” he gestured to the urine-filled jars scattered around the room.
“Well, I gotta leak somewhere, and it’s just convenient, it ain’t…” the marksman sighed, taking his hat off and raking a hand through his hair. “Look, Spy, I don’t think you’re… depraved, but this ain’t something I’m used to.” He took a step closer to the shorter man, ran his fingers under the lapel of his jacket and drew him closer. “It’s something I’d have to ease into, if you really wanna do it with me.”
Spy’s composure permitted a slight smile. “You would do that for me?”
Sniper smiled back. “Yeah. I’d do damn near anything for you, you bloody spook.”
Spy smiled a little wider and leaned in to kiss him, cigarette dangling from between his fingers. Sniper kissed him back, sliding his hands around the other man’s back to pull their bodies closer together. They stayed like that for a while.
“So where do we start?” Sniper asked cautiously, finally pulling away. Spy flicked his spent cigarette out the window.
“You just urinated. You do not have to go again, do you?”
“Nah. I could drink, but I retain water like a bloody camel.”
Spy hummed in thought. “Which jar did you just use?” Sniper picked up the jar of fresh urine and handed it to the Frenchman, who cradled it. “Still warm,” he said softly.
“Well, it’s hot as hell up here, so—”
“Shh. Let me have this. At least I know it is not stale,” he said distastefully, looking at the other jars he knew could sit up there and rot for weeks.
“Whatever you say, Spy,” he shrugged. “So now what?”
“Now,” he carefully placed the jar on the floor and leaned over the other man, “we make love.”
“That I can do,” Sniper grinned, and set about undressing the other man.
Both naked, they lay on the floor of the cramped nest, the room just slightly longer than they were tall. Spy was on his back with Sniper stretched out on top of him, rutting against him, their cocks erect and sensitive to the sensation. Sniper gripped the other man’s short brown hair and Spy moaned, gripping the taller man’s ass with both hands.
“The jar, mon amour,” he panted, “open it.”
Sniper reluctantly sat partway up and grabbed the jar, tossing the lid to one side. “Now what?”
“Pour it on me,” Spy panted, “on my chest.”
Sniper quirked an eyebrow, but complied, pouring out most of the jar onto the Frenchman’s bare chest. Spy arched his back, moaning loudly and thrusting his hips more urgently against the other man.
“Mon dieu,” he whispered, hands still holding Sniper’s ass, “mon dieu, mon dieu, oui, mon amour, give it all to me. I need it, s’il vous plaît.” Slowly, Sniper emptied the entire jar. Spy let out a throaty groan, removing a hand from Sniper’s rear to take both their cocks in his hand, jerking them off quickly, roughly. The sight and the smell of the urine, though not as satisfying as watching it spill from another’s body, was enough to finish him off. He came with an almost melodic string of French obscenities, his milky cum mixing with the yellow liquid over his abdomen.
Still catching his breath from his own orgasm, Spy continued to pump their cocks, hoping to get his lover off as well. Sniper couldn’t help but be slightly disgusted by the thought of someone covered in urine, but being in his nest had mostly desensitized him to the smell, at least. Closing his eyes, he tried not to think too hard about the liquid covering the man beneath him and focus instead on the feeling of the hands touching him, stoking his cock and kneading his ass, and the softening penis pressed against his own. He came with a hoarse cry, adding his semen to the mess on Spy’s body.
Sniper stood, once he was able to stand, and handed his lover the towel he kept. Spy took it gratefully and cleaned himself up, then dressed. For these encounters, they did not have the luxury of time.
“Merci, mon amour,” Spy said as he pulled out and lit another cigarette, “that was incredibly satisfying.” Sniper laughed and kissed him.
“Bloody weird is what it was,” he smirked, “but not as bad as I thought it would be. Next time, I’ll try to hold it for you.”
Spy’s face spread into a genuine smile. “Je t’aime, Sniper,” he said softly, stroking a stubbly cheek.
Sniper just laughed again and held him closer. “I love you too, you bleedin’ weirdo.”
I really don't like Sniper/Spy but I am a horrible pervert and I loved this.
Bodily wastes are among my relatively few squicks, but I find it charming how gracefully Sniper agrees to play along with his lover's kink.
I don't think I can throw enough love your way. This stuff seems to be kind of rare unless I'm just looking in all the wrong places.
thanks guys :) and i think piss fetish stuff is pretty rare, >>23 . it's not just you.
anyway, whos ready for some lady heavy/lady medic?
They lived for the cold afternoons. It gave them an excuse to huddle together in Heavy’s room without the other women questioning them or giving them odd looks. The concrete BLU base did little to ward off drafts or keep in heat, and most of the ladies agreed it was best to settle in with a warm drink and a companion to ward off the chill.
Heavy and her Medic preferred tea and chess, but they often turned to other activities to keep each other warm.
It often started innocently, but one would have a hard time calling either woman “innocent” when confronted with the coy looks and suggestive touches—a foot sliding from an ankle to a thigh, a hand moving from a shoulder to a breast. Medic would often start by massaging her lover’s generous bosom, then slowly undressing her so she could take a hardened nipple into her mouth.
“Moya golubka,” Heavy sighed, running a hand over soft black hair. Medic smiled, teasing with her tongue, then replacing her mouth with her hand.
“Meine Kuschelbär,” she replied, leaning up to kiss her. Arms wrapped around each other, finding the same paths they’d worn over time, familiar and safe. Medic ran a hand over her lover’s shaved head, caressing the stubble. Heavy let a hand slide down the other woman’s back to squeeze her ass. The older woman laughed gently against her lover’s mouth and hooked a leg around her waist. That was the cue to lay her on the younger woman’s bed and ravish her.
They took their time undressing, whispering endearments to each other while kissing each bit of skin they uncovered. Once they were naked—Medic on her back and Heavy over her—Heavy lifted Medic’s hand and kissed it, first the back, then each fingertip. Medic watched with half-lidded eyes, sighing when the other woman took her index finger into her mouth and licked it lovingly.
Once she had released the hand, Medic moved both of hers to cover Heavy’s breasts. She simply could not get enough of them. She massaged them first, then leant up to kiss them, lick them, rub her face against them. Heavy laughed, cut short by moans once Medic began to lick and suck at a nipple.
“Doctor loves my grudyeĭ,” she teased gently, cupping her lover’s head with one great hand.
“I cannot help it,” Medic replied between passionate kisses to soft skin, “they are just so beautiful.”
Heavy laughed again, stroking the older woman’s hair and shoulders. She only meant to tease; she really loved the way her doctor lavished attention on her breasts, but when she felt hips moving slowly against her own, she knew the time for foreplay was over.
Pushing Medic back down gently, she leaned down to kiss her. “I know what you want, moya golubka,” she smiled, one hand lacing feather-light touches down her body. Medic’s muscles quivered under the touch, causing little thrusts of her hips when Heavy grazed over a nipple and threaded through her pubic hair.
“Oh, bitte, meine liebe,” she sighed against her lover’s mouth, “touch me.”
Heavy slid her tongue into her mouth at the same time as she slid her hand between her legs. Medic parted them eagerly, moaning when a finger began to rub her clit. She rolled her hips, seeking the sensation, reveling in it. Her hands gripped Heavy’s shoulders tightly as they kissed, and she slid her thigh between her lover’s legs.
Delighting in the feeling of Medic’s moist vulva, Heavy started rubbing herself along the leg she had been offered. It wasn’t quite enough to make her come, but it would keep her satisfied while she worked on making her doctor climax. Moving her hand further downward, she slid a finger inside.
Medic gasped, breath shuddering as the large finger hooked to find the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her buck wildly. Heavy found it quickly, and every muscle in Medic’s lover half twitched as she thrusted against that finger. When Heavy moved her thumb to resume stimulating her clit, the sensation became too much. Medic’s grip became iron on Heavy’s shoulders as she cried out, hips moving on their own as she came. Once her pleasure had peaked, she came down slowly, muscles contracting slowly around the finger still inside her.
Heavy kept rubbing herself against Medic’s thigh, the sight and sound and feeling of her lover’s orgasm causing her to move frantically. Medic smiled against her mouth, licking a bead of sweat—she wasn’t sure whose—from the corner of her mouth as she reached down to finish the younger woman off. Heavy came with a soft grunt, body very still for a few moments, pressed so tightly against Medic’s that they might melt into each other, until she collapsed on the bed beside her.
“Ti takaya krasivaya,” Heavy panted, smiling while catching her breath, “you are so beautiful.” She wrapped an arm around her, hugging her close and kissing rosy cheeks. “I love you.”
“I love you too, my Russische Schönheit,” the doctor replied, kissing eyelids and nose.
The tea would go cold soon, but they could heat it later. For the moment, they were perfectly content to be warm in each other’s arms.
>>24 Whilst I am very fine with it not always being about cocks everywhere, this one kinda makes me wish you'd also write a Heavy/fem!Medic shorty someday...?
These are all lovely.
I tip my modest pile of hat to you.
thanks guys :)
>>25 if i were to write them straight id rather write medic/lady heavy, if thats okay? ill think about it when i have the time
I love fem!slash, I love this pairing, and I love you! More MedicxHeavy, in any way shape or form (though I do tend to favor slash to het)
and now for heavy/ftm medic, medic’s first time
as a warning, im going to have medic saying some things i dont personally agree with, as hes trying to explain being transgender to someone who has extremely little knowledge of the subject. it may also be triggery. i apologize in advance. that sort of talk is all in the first part, though. if you want, you can skip to the porn which is after the —
and for the love of god IF ANYONE REFERS TO MEDIC AS A WOMAN, I WILL SNAP YOUR GODDAMN NECK
Even in the dim moonlight that drifted through the window of Medic’s bedroom, Heavy could see the smaller man was shaking.
Fully clothed, they sat on the doctor’s bed facing each other. Medic seemed to be recoiling into himself, even as Heavy reached out a hand to stroke his cheek reassuringly and rub his shoulder. “Doctor,” he whispered, touches gentle, “is okay. Whatever is, is okay. I promise, I never leave you.”
Medic let out a shuddering sigh, unable to meet the larger man’s eyes. “You won’t understand. You won’t, and then you will leave.” He closed his eyes, resigned. “I feel stupid for getting my hopes up, to think you might feel something for me, leading you on, only to remember that if you did, you would have to find out eventually and you would leave—”
“Please, Doctor,” Heavy pleaded, grip on the other’s shoulder tightening, “you say this, but you do not know. You do not know how I feel, how much I feel.” He leaned in closer, trying to tilt Medic’s face up to meet his eyes, but even facing each other, Medic looked away. Heavy carried on anyway. “I have never felt so much for another man as I do for you. I love you, Doctor.”
Medic flicked his eyes to Heavy’s quickly, searching out the lie in his heart, but saw only sincerity and heart-breaking vulnerability. Heavy was laid bare before him, but Medic had only been retreating further into his armor.
“How can you say that?” he whispered, fear underlying his gaze, “you do not even know me.”
“Know enough,” Heavy replied. “know you are smart and brave. You can be crazy, reckless, but you care for team. You defend them before you defend self. I admire this.” A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he ran a thumb over the doctor’s cheek. “Are very handsome, too.”
Medic smiled weakly back at him, surrendering to the touch, the words, the feelings. He leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. “I’m sorry,” he sighed, “I am. I am sorry for putting you through this.”
“Is not to be sorry,” Heavy smiled, rubbing the smaller man’s back, grateful to have him in his arms. Medic cautiously held him back, moving to bury his face in a broad shoulder.
“You will not leave?” he asked, voice muffled against fabric and skin.
“Will never leave you, Doctor,” Heavy promised, pressing a small kiss to the other man’s temple. Medic sighed again and sat up, letting him go.
“I must tell you something, before we go any further.” He stood from the bed, motioning for Heavy to stay where he was, and crossed the room to lean against his desk. “I am different,” he said simply. Heavy nodded mutely, waiting for him to go on. Medic raked a gloved hand over his hair. “This is very difficult for me, I’m sorry,” he sighed again, “I was born… I was born a woman.”
Heavy tilted his head. “What you mean?”
Medic bit his lip. “I mean I was born with a vulva. A vagina and ovaries. At puberty I developed breasts—” he stopped himself short, looking away with some measure of shame. “I was never a woman, though. Not mentally. Not in my heart. I always knew I was a man, but didn’t know how to make my body match my mind.” A smile ghosted over his lips. “It’s part of why I went into medicine, to see if I could learn.”
A silence descended over the small room. Medic seemed to be caught in his own thoughts while Heavy processed what he had heard.
“You have no breasts,” he said eventually, looking over Medic’s body.
“I had a mastectomy at 24,” Medic replied, nervousness creeping into his features, “and I have been taking hormones since that time as well, that is why I can grow facial hair, and have masculine features. I do not have a… a penis, not like you do, but it is not like a woman’s genitalia either, I—”
“Shh, Doctor,” Heavy had gotten up and come to him while the older man had been talking, “I understand. Well, maybe not understand all of the words you use, but… I understand you are a man. That is enough for me.”
Medic nodded, not sure what to say to that, and Heavy reached for the hands the smaller man had balled into fists and took them in his own. Medic silently held them back and looked up at him, a slight smile on his lips, and and they leaned forward together, kissing for the first time.
They had been together for several weeks, and each day that passed brought them a little closer together. Heavy had not told anyone Medic’s secret, for which he was eternally grateful. In the time they had been together, Medic had come to believe that the other man truly did love him, and that he was, in fact, worthy of that love. He was eternally grateful to Heavy for that as well.
Again in the bedroom off the infirmary, the two men met to talk and be close to each other away from their teammates. On the starchy, military-grade sheets, they would lie together, speaking quietly about whatever came to mind, which was typically just a ruse before they forgot words entirely, kissing and touching over and sometimes under clothes.
Medic had been reluctant to admit to Heavy that he had never made love before; he had been to nervous about how another would react to his body that he had largely shut himself off to the possibility of romance. Heavy told him he understood and would not push him, and he hadn’t. Whenever Medic recoiled, Heavy would stop and ask if he was alright. After weeks of this, Medic had to admit he was succumbing to urges he had long held but had always been afraid to act on. When he led Heavy to his bed, he pushed the large man to sit, straddled his hips, and immediately stripped off his gloves, coat, tie and shirt.
“Doctor?” Heavy asked curiously, a hopeful smile playing on his lips. Medic grabbed the other man’s hands and placed them on his chest.
“I have been thinking, Herr Heavy,” he said mischievously, untucking Heavy’s shirt to slide his hands over his bare skin, “and I think I am ready, if you are.”
Heavy’s face split in a grin and he leaned up, capturing his lover’s lips in a passionate kiss. His hands explored Medic’s chest, stroking graying hair, caressing nipples, tracing decades-old scars. His skin was beginning to thin from age, but his muscles were still firm from daily exercise. Heavy found the trail of hair the went from the older man’s belly button to his belt and had a hard time stopping his hands there.
Medic could feel him hesitate and broke the kiss, helping the larger man remove his own vest and shirt, then putting one large hand over his belt buckle. “Keep going,” he whispered, kissing just below his lover’s ear. Heavy shuddered, kissing the side of Medic’s face as he unbuckled the belt and unfastened his pants. Medic sighed, pressing his hips against those hands. Heavy slid one hand around the smaller man’s back, lifting him slightly so he could slide his other hand into Medic’s underwear.
Still following the trail of hair on Medic’s stomach, he reached the pubic hair, then descended further. What he touched felt similar to a penis, but much smaller. It was erect, and he could sense the blood pumping through it as Medic shuddered and sighed, bucking against his hand.
“Ohhh, mein Gott,” Medic whimpered, clutching tightly to the other man, “I had no idea… how good this would feel with someone else.”
Heavy laughed gently, stroking the other man slowly. “Can feel better,” he replied, kissing Medic’s throat when he tilted his head back, “can feel much, much better.”
“Show me,” Medic said breathlessly, and Heavy smiled, removing his hand and helping the doctor to his feet.
“First, must be naked,” he said slyly. Medic swallowed, slightly hesitant as he kicked off his boots and dropped his trousers. An embarrassed blush covered his face when he looked at Heavy, completely nude in front of someone for the first time.
Heavy’s gaze wandered appreciatively down his body, taking in the sight of the parts he had only felt before. His penis was barely visible under the dark hair, but enough to pique Heavy’s interest. He slid a hand from the doctor’s shoulder to just above his hipbone.
“So handsome,” he smiled, and some of the tension left his lover’s face, “and sexy,” he grinned, leaning forward to kiss him a few times. “I must be naked, too,” he said when he pulled away, and removed his own pants and boots, far less anxious about his nudity than the other man.
Medic surveyed Heavy’s body as well. There was definite power and strength to his stance, muscles still visible under the layer of padding. He had less body hair than Medic, but a far larger cock. The doctor’s eyes lingered on it, and he imagined it inside him—imagined Heavy fucking him. He let out a small moan.
“Am I sexy, too, Doctor?” Heavy teased. Medic looked back up at his face, then guided him back to the bed.
Once Heavy was on his back, Medic straddled his hips and leaned down to kiss him. “You are the most attractive man I have ever seen in my life,” he whispered, rubbing himself against Heavy’s hardening erection. They stayed like that for a short while, kissing and touching and rutting against each other, sighing and groaning into each other’s mouths. “Heavy,” Medic breathed after several minutes, “I want you to make love to me.”
“Yes,” Heavy replied, a hand almost reflexively reaching out to squeeze the smaller man’s ass. Medic groaned, then reached to open the drawer of his bedside table, where he had put a tube of lubricant earlier.
Sitting up, Medic moved to sit on Heavy’s thighs as he slicked up his cock, then dropped the tube beside them on the sheets. Steeling himself, he lifted himself and slowly, slowly, slid heavy inside him.
Trembling, he balanced himself with one hand on Heavy’s chest, every centimeter feeling like agony until he adjusted, leaving a dull ache in its place. He grunted and groaned until Heavy was completely inside, then stayed there, not moving, willing himself to relax around the intrusion. Heavy’s breathing had sped up, and his hands smoothed over Medic’s thighs, trying to calm them both. Medic locked eyes with him, fingers stroking over his chest, and then he started to move.
The pace started slow as Medic adjusted, and Heavy did his best to stay still, no matter how much he wanted to just slam into the tight heat around him. Once Medic got used to it, it started to feel incredibly good. He used the hand that wasn’t on Heavy’s chest to stroke himself, keeping the same rhythm with his hand as with his hips. Soon he was throwing his head back and crying out, almost overwhelmed by sensation. Every inch of him tingled with pleasure, and Heavy appeared to feel the same way, thrusting his hips to meet Medic’s each time he bounced. Their cries mixed in the small room, and before long Medic felt himself tense and contract around Heavy’s length. He came moaning his name, and shortly after felt Heavy come inside him, replying in kind.
Closing his eyes, Medic slumped forward, reaching for his lover. Heavy met his lips automatically, kisses languid and sweet as their orgasms ebbed away. Medic slid off of the larger man to lie beside him, and Heavy wrapped him up in huge, warm arms.
The smaller man nuzzled into his lover’s chest, breathing the scent of sweat and sex. “That was… wunderbar…” Medic trailed sleepily, smiling against him. Heavy laughed.
“Was very, very good,” he replied, kissing the top of Medic’s head. They held each other in comfortable silence.
“Heavy?” Medic murmured some time later.
“I love you, too,” the doctor confessed, grip going slack.
Heavy smiled and removed the other man’s glasses, placing them on the night stand. When he turned back to him, he realized Medic had fallen asleep.
“Will never leave you, Doctor,” he replied, drifting into a pleasant sleep of his own.
Now if Medic could only break into the respawn and tweak his own profile so they could do proper prostate examinations with each other...
Medic-cest would be awesome. He could make a doppelganger through respawn just for kicks and then they'd have 2Medics1Heavy or something like that.
oh i forgot to post this one. and i still havent written the last request i kind of ran out of steam.... anyway, sniper/third gender pyro, pyro is reluctant to remove her suit
It was an unlikely bond at first glance, but upon further reflection, it seemed inevitable that the team loners would form a close relationship. It happened by accident, really. Sniper had gone up to the roof to smoke, and Pyro had come up a few minutes later. The firestarter saw Sniper’s lighter and became entranced. As Pyro’s flamethrower was in storage until battle, Sniper passed the lighter over, smiling as he watched giddy hands flick the flint over and over.
It was an unlikely relationship, but one that became rather close over time. They met nightly on the roof after that first encounter. Sniper would hand Pyro his lighter immediately, laughing about how his teammate was going to waste all the fluid as Pyro eagerly lit it and watched the flame dance before smoky lenses.
The relationship began to extend beyond evenings on the roof; in battle, Pyro would Spy-check Sniper’s nest whenever the opportunity arose, and Sniper would pick off anyone that happened to be following his short teammate. Friendly banter after hours later segued into more personal conversation. Stunningly to Pyro, Sniper had no problems understanding the words muffled by the mask, and slowly, Pyro began to open up more and more to the man.
“You know, mate,” Sniper mused, laying back on the slanted metal roof, “I’ve heard you laugh I don’t know how many times through that mask, but…” he rolled his cigarette thoughtfully between his fingers, “I’ve never seen your smile.”
Pyro froze. The topic had come up with others before, but never with Sniper. Pyro had been relieved with that, thinking perhaps the lanky man didn’t care, but all perceptions were eventually shattered, it seemed. “You want me to take off my mask,” came the muffled response, voice smaller than usual. Sniper sat up, putting a hand on the other’s back.
“I—well. I mean, I would like to… to know, but… Shit, I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you do anything you’re uncomfortable doing.”
Pyro sighed, fingers moving to grip the edges of the mask. It was pushed up slowly, each centimeter revealing a patchwork of scars from cuts and burns, bright pink and white against light brown skin. Eventually, a mouth was revealed. What was left of the lips looked dry and chapped, twisted with healed and damaged skin. The corners of those lips twisted upward into a mockery of a smile; one Pyro put no heart into, turning to the marksman.
“Is this what you wanted?” Pyro asked, maintaining the pose. White teeth gleamed in the dim light, dangerous and enticing all at once.
Sniper stared, not sure whether he was surprised that the voice sounded more masculine without the gas mask barrier. After a moment, he shook his head. “No,” he said quietly, hand moving to touch the back of the mask. Pyro quickly pulled it back down, turning away.
“Pyro…” Sniper trailed, trying to stay close, “I’m sorry. I only meant… I don’t just want to see your mouth. I want… I want to see all of you.”
“To laugh at the freak, right?” Pyro replied bitterly, “To stare at the scars in horrified fascination, comment on how I look like a gnarled tree but feel like plastic—” There was a definite sadness in the voice. Pyro turned completely away from the man.
“No, never,” Sniper soothed, “never. You’re… I would never want to laugh at you or hurt you. I’ve seen scars before; bloody big burn scars, ones what’s taken a man’s nose and ears, and I know how much it hurt him; not physically, but in his heart. I’d never do that to you.” He ran a hand reassuringly down the back of the chem suit. “I care about you, Pyro,” he leaned closer, “a lot.”
Pyro turned back to him, looking at his face, then looked down. “It’s not just… it’s not just the scars,” the firestarter said quietly. Sniper put a bare hand over a gloved one.
Pyro took the hand back and covered the mask with it. “You wouldn’t understand. No one does. That’s why I… why I’m….”
A muffled sob escaped the filter, and Sniper reached out, hugging his teammate close. Pyro hugged back, shuddering in his hold.
“I might not understand,” Sniper soothed, “but I would never hurt you. You gotta believe me, Py.” Pyro pressed closer into that chest, gripping Sniper’s jacket, sniffling just a while longer.
Finally, finally, Pyro sat back up, Sniper’s hands still in place. Fingers went back to the edges of the mask again, and this time, removed it completely.
Scars covered most of Pyro’s face, layers of scars twisting over cheeks and forehead. An ear was gone, but the hole was covered by thick black hair that fell to Pyro’s chin. The nose was intact, a dark reddish-tan compared to the pale scars that twisted over the rest of the skin. Deep brown eyes looked out at Sniper from under an eyebrowless forehead.
“Am I a man or a woman?” Pyro asked simply.
Sniper stared back mutely, uncertain how to answer.
Pyro smiled slightly, a pink tongue grazing over the chapped lips. “It’s alright. I didn’t expect you to know. The truth is that I’m neither.” The brown eyes looked away, then back again. “I prefer to be called by “she” and “her”, though,” she said softly.
“So… you used to be a woman, or…?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow in confusion.
“No,” she replied, “I’m neither. I told you you wouldn’t understand.” She sighed, scrubbing a gloved hand over the tangled mess of hair. “What I am… it’s particular to where I come from. I was told I was a man when I was born, but as I grew, the elders acknowledged me as something else: the third gender. I was respected in my town, but, there were others who did not understand. That is how… how I got…” she sighed again, looking away. “And it is why I stay covered. No one here would respect me if they knew, as I am sure I’ve lost your respect now—”
“No, no, I keep telling you, Pyro, I’d never hurt you. I think I understand—maybe I will better over time—but it don’t change how I feel about you. Nothin’ could.” He reached out to touch Pyro’s cheek, and when she didn’t pull away, he caressed the gnarled skin with his thumb. Pyro looked at him from under her brow, a frown tugging at the corners of her mouth, but Sniper only smiled. “I care about you, Pyro,” he repeated, leaning ever closer. “Can I…”
“Yes,” Pyro replied, leaning forward as well, connecting their mouths.
The kiss was different than anything Sniper had ever experienced; the texture of Pyro’s lips was strange, but not unpleasant. Her tongue, however, was soft against his, and they melted into each other.
Eventually, Sniper led the other back to his nest. Pyro had to remove her own suit, but once they had both stripped down, Sniper laid her back on his cot, tracing fingers over scars and outlining patches of untouched skin. Pyro sighed at the touches, moving her hips slowly against his, cock getting harder with each brush of his hands.
“You ever had someone go down on you?” he asked, a smirk pulling at his lips.
Pyro smiled back, hands running over knife scars on Sniper’s back. “It has been a long time.”
“Lemme remind you what it feels like, then,” he grinned, kissing her thoroughly before moving his mouth lower on her body.
Kisses trailed from her chest to her hips, one of the rare areas untouched by burns. Her cock stood erect, and Sniper palmed it, earning little pants and gasps from his lover. Once Pyro was squirming, he leaned down to flick his tongue over the head.
“Mmm,” she moaned, tangling a hand in short hair. Sniper took the encouragement, taking the head into his mouth and sucking gently. Before long, Pyro was bucking against him, seeking more of that heat as Sniper slid his hand up and down the shaft, then finally pushed past his gag reflex and took her length into his throat.
Years of self-imposed celibacy caught up with Pyro, and she was almost incoherent with pleasure. “Sniper, i’m going to—” she cried, and Sniper stayed where he was, keeping up the stimulation as she came down his throat, swallowing easily. The contractions of his mouth prolonged Pyro’s feeling of bliss, and she collapsed, boneless, against the stiff bedding.
Sniper pulled off of her, grinning as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and moved up to lean over her.
“That was… God, that was so good,” Pyro sighed, running hands over the man’s back. “Now let me repay the favor,” she added, moving a hand down the marksman’s body. Sniper reached out to stop her.
“Don’t you worry about that, darlin’,” his grin turned soft, “this was for you. Just for you.” He ran a hand over her face, kissing her gently, and she returned it lazily. “Tomorrow, though, might appreciate the reciprocation.”
Pyro laughed at that, and held him close, delighting in the feeling of bare skin against her own, finally feeling some freedom from her bonds.
That was suprisingly cute.
I love the idea of hermaphrodite Pyro. This may become my headcannon...
Basically what >>33 said. That was sweet, and interesting to think about. I enjoyed it.
thanks guys :) but pyro isnt intersex, she has a penis but not a vagina, but does not identify as male or female even though she uses female pronouns. i know it can be a hard concept to grasp, but yeah, not intersex.
i write dumb things late at night
“Now, lie back. This will only take a moment.”
They play doctor. In such a relationship, really, it is to be expected, considering Medic’s profession and Heavy’s immense daily infliction of damage. The giant is always the last of the team to be treated for battle-wounds, both he and Medic claiming he is the most capable of withstanding the pain the longest, and the others don’t argue, or comment, glad to be taken more quickly. They also don’t comment if they notice Medic keeps Heavy longer than any of them in the infirmary.
It starts out always the same, with routine first aid, the removal of shrapnel, the closure of gashes, and a healthy dose of fumes from the Medigun. From there, there are a number of turns the interaction could take; Medic may be in the mood for exploratory surgery, or Heavy may have some extra aggression he wants to work out. Whatever happens, it is always good, and they always end up in the doctor’s bed off the operating theater.
After digging out the last remnant of mangled metal from Heavy’s torso, Medic looks down to see a tent in Heavy’s lap. The older man chuckles at that—at the younger man’s eagerness; his virility—and presses a hand against the broad chest.
“You are due for a physical, Herr,” the German intones professionally, though his expression is playful. Heavy grins back at him, a dim, gravelly laugh escaping him as he lets that hand push him down. “Let us see if you have been keeping that magnificent body up to snuff.”
“Da, Doctor,” Heavy replies, muscles tensing for only a moment as his bare back hits the cool metal of the exam table.
Medic’s “examination” has very little to do with any real medical measurements. He is too eager himself for a full pantomime at the moment, settling instead on straddling the younger man’s body and pressing the cold stethoscope to any area he knew would elicit a reaction, drinking up Heavy’s little gasps and sighs—sounds Medic knows he would never make for another man. Soon he gives up the ghost and settles on laving his tongue over broad pectorals, kissing and sucking on rose-colored nipples and tangling his fingers in thick chest hair.
“Doctor,” Heavy groans eventually, lifting the older man’s face by a fistful of hair, “there is something I want to try.” His smile is lascivious, eyes glinting with a mischievous light.
“Anything, mein Heavy,” Medic replies, voice already thick with lust.
“Turn around,” Heavy commands, and Medic does, sitting on Heavy’s stomach with his back to him. Abruptly, Heavy grabs his hips, pulling them until Medic is sitting above the larger man’s face, hips supported by huge hands. One moves to rub against the bulge beneath his fly.
“Oh,” Medic sighs, half from stimulation and half from realization. He leans forward, brushing his own hand over Heavy’s clothed erection.
They tease each other for a few agonizing moments, until Heavy finally undoes the doctor’s fly, freeing his cock from his undershorts. Medic gasps as the air hits him, but recovers quickly, unfastening Heavy’s pants and pulling the other man’s heavy cock out. Medic’s back arches when warm breath hits the crown of his cock, but he forces himself to focus, to lean down and take Heavy’s erection into his mouth.
Their paces are slow and evenly matched for the moment. Medic tries his best to lick and suck at the corona, the frenulum, as he arches his back, pressing their stomachs together. Heavy takes Medic deep into his mouth, sliding his tongue around the shaft hungrily, to the point Medic thinks he might swallow him whole.
The older man’s gag reflexes aren’t as good as his lover’s, so instead he uses his hands to touch whatever he can’t take, stroking the base and fondling the balls. Heavy groans around him, and Medic has to stop for a second as the vibrations of the larger man’s throat threaten to send him over the edge. When he recovers, he lavishes attention on Heavy with renewed vigor, stroking his thighs, kissing his hips, and diving back in, sucking Heavy off hard and fast.
Heavy picks up his pace as well, his hands supporting Medic’s hips and groping his ass at the same time. He delights in the way the smaller body above him shivers and tenses at his touch, and the way long fingers and a nimble tongue attend to his own desires. Medic is trying very hard not to just fuck his mouth; Heavy can tell from the strained, shallow thrusting of his hips. He can tell Medic is getting close, and Heavy is as well, his stomach muscles contracting, pulling downward and straight into oblivion. He gives Medic everything he’s got.
“Oh, GOTT,” Medic curses in German and English and Russian, still trying desperately to keep his hips under control and his hands and mouth on Heavy as his orgasm rips through him, curling his toes and setting black fire to the pit of his stomach. As the contractions slow, he resumes his attention on Heavy, until the younger man is grunting and groaning through his own orgasm, cum spurting onto Medic’s face and his own thighs. Medic collapses then, stomach against stomach, softening cocks against their cheeks.
They lie like that for a few long moments, catching their breaths and heartbeats. Medic lays a few lazy kisses on Heavy’s hip, and Heavy strokes his lover’s thighs. Eventually, Medic rolls off of the Russian and turns so he can place a proper kiss on swollen lips.
“Sehr gut,” he says sleepily, “we must do that again.” Heavy runs a hand over the smaller man’s cheek and smiles.
“Maybe last longer next time,” he teases, and Medic slaps him playfully on the chest.
“Ach, nein. Any longer and my back would kill me in my sleep,” he responds, lazy smile spread across his features. Heavy laughs.
“We find better position for back next time, then,” he says, then kisses his forehead. “For now, go to bed. That is best for back.”
“Indeed,” Medic answers, letting Heavy help him off the table and lead him to bed.
Joe, every time I see this thread update it really brightens up my day. Please carry on writing forever...
Soon he gives up the ghost and settles on laving his tongue over broad pectorals, kissing and sucking on rose-colored nipples and tangling his fingers in thick chest hair.
...he gives up the ghost...
Is this necrophilia, or did you use the wrong euphemism?
Lovely reading either way.
>>37 thank you i'm glad to hear it!
>>38 oh i thought it also meant simply "to give up"; if that is wrong i apologize for using it incorrectly oops. thank you
Nah, you used it correctly.
Yessss Heavy/Medic 69in' yessss
I... I love everything you write. That was hot. I don't know what else to say... *generic lavish compliments here*
Oh, these were very nice one-shots.
If I am interpreting things correctly with your pyro, she is a two-spirit, yes? That was how things sounded to me, though I wanted to make sure I was understanding correctly, (as you said 'third gender', but not intersexed.)
>>42 no, she is third gender. in her culture she is acknowledged as having a male body while fulfilling a female role. it is a tad hard to explain, but per the prompt of the person who requested that fic, her gender is based (quite loosely) on the Muxe of central America.
Do you really think that as a white Westerner, it's acceptable for you to write porno fanfic of a third-gender person? Serious question. In my opinion it's pretty blatant fetishization, but I was wondering if you have some kind of explanation.
>>44 it was a request from someone else. thats really all i can say in my defense. they specifically requested that she be Muxe, but i did feel uncomfortable with that and fudged it so it is not directly based on them. i am sorry if i offended you, however.
TWO HEAVIES ONE MEDIC it's sappy as fuck enjoy dudeos
The suggestion to most who had seen or met the Heavy that he was a romantic would catch them completely off-guard. The idea that he could hold such emotions was completely at odds with the vicious, ruthless, merciless mercenary image of him they held in their heads. The man showed affection only to his guns; the thought of him showing it to another person, let alone a teammate, was laughable.
Those who thought that, though, didn’t really know him.
The truth was that he was in love with his team’s Medic, and not just in love: it was that kind of foolish, dopey, hopelessly devoted love only portrayed in fairy tales and bad love songs. But it was real, and his Medic felt the same way about him. They had already made plans to move to Russia together after the war to care for Heavy’s aging mother, who did not strictly approve of their relationship, but could not deny that her son was happier than she had ever seen him.
It was perfect. They were blissfully happy and the thought of ending the relationship or being unfaithful never crossed their minds.
Then, their team acquired another Heavy.
The new Heavy was younger than the existing one, and though pride would never allow him to say he was more handsome, the “old” Heavy couldn’t deny that there was a certain twinkle in his eye; a smoothness to his skin; a less-receded hairline.
He also had a hard time denying the way his Medic looked at their new teammate, with interest and fascination and a possible hint of desire.
The Heavy’s anxiety grew as time went on until one evening, sitting in silence with his Medic in the infirmary. They spent each evening there, talking or reading or simply enjoying each other’s company, before retiring to the doctor’s bedroom for the night. This particular evening, Heavy was reading Tolstoy while Medic pored distractedly over medical texts. Eventually, the older man could keep up the pretext no longer, and he sat up, studying Heavy for a moment before speaking in a carefully measured voice.
“Mein Heavy,” he said, and his tone sent a cold jolt of fear through Heavy’s heart. Oh God, he thought, he’s going to tell me that it’s over; that he’s fallen for the new Heavy; that there will be no more cabin in the mountains or warm nights or soft glances or shared secrets—
“I was wondering, what is your opinion on threesomes?”
“What?” was all Heavy could say, sitting in numb shock.
“Well,” Medic replied, now looking rather sheepish, “you know, adding another person to our bedroom. Not permanently!” he added quickly, seeming distressed by Heavy’s worried look. “Just… for a night. One night. No emotional ties, just… for sex.” Heavy’s expression did not change, and Medic looked a bit ashamed of himself.
“You want to have sex with new Heavy,” he finally replied, brows knitting in an expression somewhere between anger and hurt.
“Y-yes,” Medic stuttered (he never stuttered, Heavy thought), “but not alone! I want you there. I want… I want you to share me.”
“What if I do not want to share?” Heavy replied gruffly.
“Then I will not make you,” Medic replied gently. “It has just always been a fantasy of mine, to be shared by two strong, handsome men, though the other Heavy is not quite to my liking; not as handsome as you.”
“You think I am more handsome?” Heavy asked bashfully.
“Oh, mein Kuschelbär,” Medic smiled gently, reaching for his lover’s hands, “you are the most handsome man I have ever known.” Heavy smiled cautiously back at him, and Medic lifted a hand to stroke his cheek. “Did you think I would prefer him to you?” he asked sincerely, and Heavy ducked his head.
“He is… younger,” was all Heavy could manage, now feeling very foolish for doubting his Medic’s feelings for him.
“It would take much more than a handsome junge to tear me away from you, mein Liebling, mein Schatz. Not even death could diminish my adoration of you, Heavy.” He smiled sincerely and kissed the back of one of Heavy’s massive hands; his lips comically small against it but no less satisfying. Heavy finally smiled back, leaning forward to kiss his mouth. They stayed that way for a short moment, chaste and soft and sweet; words no one else would use to describe them, but they knew better.
When they separated, both still smiling, Heavy let out a great sigh and breathed a simple “Okay.”
“You are really all right with it?” Medic asked, trying to hide his excitement. Heavy noticed, and laughed.
“If it makes Doktor happy,” Heavy replied, “I would do anything to make you happy. I love you, Doktor.”
“I love you too, mein liebe. Thank you so much.” He crossed to the other side of his desk to kiss the other man properly. “But I must do something for you. What is your desire?” Heavy grinned and pulled the older man into his lap.
“I will think on it,” he replied, and they spent the night wrapped in each other’s arms.
Wooing the new Heavy (or as the older Heavy had begun to think of him, the second Heavy, which made him the first and therefore better) was easier than they would have thought. He was also Russian and had a great deal in common with the first Heavy. He took a shine to Medic rather quickly, also, as most Heavies seem to do. His temper was sharp, but for the most part he was very genial. When Medic and his Heavy invited the second Heavy to join them for chess or other diversions in the off hours, he quickly and readily agreed.
After spending some time with them, the second Heavy noticed the first and the Medic were rarely apart, and surprised them when he asked about the nature of their relationship. When they confirmed his suspicions, he surprised them further when he asked if they would be willing to mentor him, as he had the same inclinations.
“Growing up, I had no outlet for such feelings. No one to talk to. Any man caught would be sent to gulag. Not that I feared gulag, would just rather not go,” he explained solemnly.
“Da, it was the same for me,” the first Heavy replied, patting him comfortingly on the knee.
“For me as well,” Medic nodded, “it was a large part of why I fled Germany.”
The other men murmured their agreements. It was getting better for them, but not by much. At least here, on a remote military base, they could express their desires without fear of being sent away; their contracts had made that much clear, providing it was not with a member of the opposing team, of course.
“So,” the younger Heavy awkwardly broke the silence, “you… are close, physically?”
“You are asking if we have sex,” the first Heavy clarified, hoping to urge the younger to speak without shame, though a blush covered the second’s cheeks as he nodded. “Yes. Not… every day,” Heavy said modestly, making a see-saw gesture with his arms, “but enough.”
The younger Heavy swallowed and glanced back and forth between them. “How?” he said, almost meekly.
“There are many ways,” Medic replied, seemingly too prim for the situation, “mutual masturbation; frottage, which is rubbing against each other; fellatio, commonly known as a ‘blow job’, where one sucks the other’s penis; and then, there is always anal penetration.” He had a little gleam in his eye now. The younger Heavy looked intrigued, though still nervous.
“But… does it not hurt?” he asked cautiously.
“Only if you are doing it incorrectly,” Medic tutted. “It can be uncomfortable the first few times, but it should not hurt.” He then looked very seriously at the second Heavy. “If your lover ever hurts you, tell him to stop immediately. If he will not stop, he is not worthy of you. Do you understand?”
“Da,” the youngest replied, looking more confident now. He was worthy of someone who would treat him well.
“Sehr gut,” Medic replied, smiling and leaning back in his chair. Gazing at the younger Heavy, he relaxed his posture, and lowered his voice when he spoke. “You know, we could always… teach you,” he purred, reaching out to hold the older Heavy’s hand. The younger Heavy raised an eyebrow.
“Practical demonstrations. Mein Heavy and I have the experience, and you want to learn.” He changed his demeanor back to professional. “It would just be sex; no emotional ties or commitments. You are free to say no without worrying about offending us, or—”
Medic coughed on his words and looked at the younger Heavy in the eyes. “Excuse me?”
“I said, ‘alright’. We do this, yes?” Most of his apprehension seemed to have dissolved, and there was excitement in his face. The older Heavy squeezed his Medic’s hand.
“Ja, alright, we will,” Medic grinned, also excited. He composed himself, though, and cleared his throat. “When would you like to begin?”
“Is… now good time?” the second Heavy asked, looking at the other Heavy, concerned he had not spoken in a little while.
“Now is good,” the first Heavy answered, smiling reassuringly at the youngest man. “We should let Doktor lead. He is… good at that sort of thing.” Medic smiled knowingly at his lover. The other Heavy nodded.
Medic stood and clapped his hands together. “So. A good exercise to start with would be kissing. You have kissed before, right?” He asked kindly. The younger Heavy looked bashful again.
“Not much. Kissed girls, when I was young. Did not like it very much.”
Medic nodded sagely. “The mechanics of kissing men and women are similar, but the feeling? Much different. Here, try kissing mein Heavy, then tell me how it feels,” he commanded gently.
The younger Heavy looked at Medic for a moment, then stepped toward the other Heavy. They were nearly the same height, so there was no awkward craning of necks or crouching down. The first Heavy made the first move, placing his massive hands on the younger man’s biceps and pressing his lips against the younger man’s mouth.
The second Heavy kissed tentatively back, letting his older teammate lead him through the motions: lips massaging, pulling; tongue slipping out to caress; sucking gently. The first Heavy’s arms slid around the younger man’s body, enveloping him with quiet strength. The younger Heavy seemed unsure of what to do with his own arms and hands, but settled for placing them on his partner’s hips. The older Heavy smiled against him, and moved one of his own hands to the other man’s ass.
Medic watched all of this, still seated in one of the chairs near his desk. He had planned to be shared by the two men, but due to the younger Heavy’s lack of experience, he would have to adjust his thinking. Watching his lover kiss another, however, was quite distracting. He had barely even noticed his breathing had sped up until the younger Heavy let out a soft moan. Medic trailed a hand over his crotch, feeling his erection start to form through his trousers. It was too much. He’d come up with a plan later; right now, he needed the touch of another.
The German stood behind the younger Heavy, observing for a moment, then made his move, placing his hands on either side of the youngest man’s torso and kissing the back of his neck.
“Doctor…?” the second Heavy broke from the first Heavy’s lips, turning his head slightly to get a look at the oldest man.
“Sorry,” Medic replied between light kisses, “is this too much?”
“Ah—” the youngest began, but dissolved into a moan when Medic nibbled his earlobe. “Nyet, is fine,” he mumbled, closing his eyes in bliss as the older Heavy kissed at his throat.
The younger Heavy gave in, then—letting the two older men lave their tongues over his neck and shoulders, kissing and sucking and biting, their hands roaming his body while he merely gripped at them to keep himself upright. The older Heavy’s hands ran along the vast expanse of his back, sometimes squeezing his ass, while Medic’s stroked his chest, circling his nipples or reaching down to fondle him through his pants. There was heat there, and the doctor could feel him hardening under his hand, as well as his lover’s own growing erection pressing against his arm. Grinning, Medic pulled away.
“Would you like to learn how to make love now, meine bärchen?” he asked, rubbing his hand over the younger man’s crotch. The younger Heavy squirmed.
“Da,” he panted, turning his body to see Medic better, and the older man didn’t hesitate to kiss him deeply. Once they broke apart, all three untangled themselves so Medic could instruct them on what to do next.
“Mein Heavy,” he said to the older of the two, then kissed him for a few long moments. “Sit here,” he gestured to one of the chairs they had been sitting in earlier, “and wait.”
The older Heavy nodded and sat, watching as his lover rooted through a drawer and pulled out lubricant and condoms. The younger Heavy looked at them and swallowed. Medic smiled kindly and patted him on the cheek.
“Do not worry,” he said reassuringly, “today, you will be making love to me, not the other way around.” The younger Heavy nodded, looking slightly more relaxed. Medic’s eyes glinted. “Now,” he stepped closer, setting his things down, “undress me.”
The younger man set about removing Medic’s clothes, though his actions were more methodical than passionate. When he began to expose the older man’s torso, however—the graying chest hair, the rosy nipples, the slight paunch of his stomach—his hands began to tremble with desire. Once Medic’s shirt had been stripped off, the younger Heavy took a few moments to run his hands over Medic’s body, leaning down to kiss the heated flesh. Medic smiled and ran his hand over the stubble of the younger man’s shaved head, breathing little encouragements and finally gently nudging him to get on with it.
The older Heavy watched this all with fascination. Was this what he looked like when he was with his doctor? Certainly he was more practiced now, but he, too, had once been a novice, letting the more experienced Medic guide him to better ways of making love. He treasured those times, glad to have found someone so willing and eager to teach him. It was bittersweet to watch him teach someone else, but he reminded himself there were no feelings involved here; his doctor loved him alone, and this exercise was just to provide all of them with a good time. He thought about this as he watched the younger Heavy undo the Medic’s trousers and slip his hand into them to fondle the older man’s erection.
Medic sighed pleasantly, still stroking the younger man’s head, which was bowed as he examined the stiff flesh, running his fingers over it, tracing veins and foreskin. Medic gasped when he trailed circles over the head, trying to keep his hips still and his arousal at a manageable level at the excitement of being touched by someone new. He placed his hands over his younger lover’s to still them.
“Come,” he breathed, voice deep, “you must prepare me.”
The younger Heavy nodded and stepped back, and Medic removed his boots and pants, now completely nude. He stepped over to the older of his lovers and kissed him deeply, then picked up the condoms and lubricant again and led him by the hand over to one of the recovery beds.
“Come, bitte,” he beckoned to the youngest man, who obeyed as Medic climbed onto the bed. “Now,” he started, regaining his professional demeanor despite being red in the face from desire, “to prepare me, use the lubricant on your fingers. Go slowly, one finger at a time, until I tell you I am ready for you.” He handed the lubricant to the younger Heavy, then turned to face the older. “Mein Heavy, help him, as you will be able to see better than I can.”
“Da, Doctor,” he replied, and waited as Medic got on his hands and knees to present his ass to them. The older Heavy had to fight to keep himself from just thrusting into that hot ass right then, and from the way he was trembling, he could tell the younger Heavy was feeling much the same way.
“Here,” the first Heavy instructed, opening the jar of lubricant, “spread this on your fingers, then put one inside of him, slowly.” He demonstrated, spreading the slippery liquid between thumb and forefinger, then traced Medic’s puckered hole until it relaxed under him, then slid the finger slowly and steadily inside. Medic let out a low, satisfied moan, arching back info the touch. His Heavy grinned, teasing him for just a few moments before pulling out. “You try,” he said, holding the jar out to the younger man.
The second Heavy swallowed, then did as the first had done. With his fingers thoroughly coated, he tentatively stroked Medic’s entrance. The older man groaned encouragement, moving his hips back to urge the younger man to continue. Finally, he managed to insert one huge finger, and Medic sighed happily.
“Is tight,” the youngest man commented, “and warm.” The older Heavy let out a rumbling chuckle.
“Da, Doctor has a nice ass. Feels even better when it is not your finger inside of him,” he leered, watching said finger move slowly in and out. “Here is something you should try: go deep, and hook your finger.” The younger man nodded and complied, and Medic suddenly cried out, thighs shaking slightly.
“Oh, too much, too much,” the oldest man rasped, “I don’t want to come yet. Just stretching for now; I am almost ready.”
“Sorry, Doctor,” the older Heavy replied, “are you ready for second finger now?”
“Good. Add second finger, tiny Heavy.”
The younger Heavy glared at him for a moment at the nickname, but did as he was told. He slid his finger all the way out, then back in with a companion. Medic groaned, putting his face down to the bed and fucking himself on the thick fingers inside him.
“I am ready,” he finally ground out, sitting up when the fingers were removed from his ass. He turned to the younger Heavy. “Remove your clothes, then come here,” he commanded, and the younger man did, undressing quickly, his cock bobbing against his belly as he stripped off his pants. He climbed onto the bed beside the doctor, who picked a wrapped condom from the box.
“Have you used one of these, Bärchen?” He asked. The younger man shook his head in response. “I will show you, then,” Medic smiled and unwrapped the condom, throwing the wrapper to the side. “Place it at the tip, here,” he said, putting the condom on the younger man’s dick, “then unroll it toward the base. There. Now, it must also be lubricated.” He grabbed the jar again and scooped out some of the liquid. As he spread it over the man’s cock, the younger Heavy groaned, thrusting shallowly into his hand. Medic immediately stopped, smiling slyly at the younger man.
“Ah ah ah,” he reprimanded, wagging his finger, “not yet, naughty boy. I don’t want you to finish before we’ve even started.” He got up onto his hands and knees again, facing away from the younger man. “Now, Heavy,” he commanded, and the younger man nodded, placing one hand on the older man’s hip and using the other to guide his cock slowly, slowly inside of him.
The younger Heavy groaned, letting out a long, low string of Russian expletives. The older Heavy chuckled again, watching with interest as the younger man performed the difficult task of keeping himself from coming while fucking the doctor’s ass. He knew from experience how hard it was to last sometimes; the man’s ass was practically perfect, hot and tight, and the way the Medic moved and moaned only amplified the heavenly feeling. Heavy thought of this as he watched his doctor’s face. His eyes were closed, and his mouth opened every so often to let out a low moan. Heavy couldn’t help himself and reached out to stroke the doctor’s cheek. Medic surprised him by placing his own hand over his.
“Mein Heavy,” he groaned, “come here.” Heavy obeyed, coming up right to the side of the bed. Medic fumbled one-handed with his belt buckle, but Heavy caught on quickly and opened his fly. His erection had waned slightly, but Medic worked it back to full hardness with his hand, then took the length into his mouth.
Both Heavies groaned at the feeling of the man between them, the younger thrusting more frantically as the older ran his fingers through his lover’s hair. Medic moved his hips in time with his mouth, running his tongue over and around the head of the older Heavy’s cock, lapping up the salty pre-come. Heavy responded by running a hand over his cheek, caressing him lovingly.
The chorus of moans was broken finally by the younger Heavy crying out in Russian, “можно я кончу в тебя?”
“He wants to know if he can come inside you, Doctor,” the older Heavy translated. Medic immediately disengaged himself from both Heavies and sat up, shaking his head.
“No, not yet,” the doctor breathed a little desperately, “there is one more thing I was to try.” The younger Heavy groaned in frustration from his denied release, and Medic turned to him, stroking his face kindly. “Just a little longer, Bärchen. Then I will make sure you are properly taken care of. Please?”
The youngest man sighed, but agreed. “What should I do?” Medic’s face lit up.
“Lie on your back, bitte, I must speak to mein Heavy a moment,” he answered, then climbed off the bed and took the older Heavy aside.
They whispered for a few moments; the only thing the younger Heavy heard was the older’s shocked “are you sure?”, but he was beyond caring, only wishing they’d hurry up before his balls turned blue.
Medic came back to him grinning and straddled the youngest man’s lap, guiding his cock back inside him. The younger Heavy groaned and his hands automatically grabbed the older man’s hips, moving them up and down on his length. He was so far gone, he didn’t notice the older Heavy had stripped off his own clothes and put on a condom until he felt the man’s massive weight settle on his thighs.
“What—” he muttered, lifting his head and opening his eyes, but Medic shushed him, running his hands soothingly over the man’s round stomach.
“Do not worry, this will not hurt you at all, meine Bärchen,” he cooed, leaning forward a little as the older Heavy pressed himself against his back.
“Are you sure about this, Doctor?” the older Heavy asked, wrapping one arm around Medic’s body, stilling him.
“Ja,” Medic huffed, voice thick with lust, “bitte, mein lieber Herr, now.”
The older Heavy kissed Medic’s shoulder and neck, and then he began to work his erection inside him alongside the other Heavy’s cock. Medic cried out with every inch; his toes curled and his fingers grasped at whatever they could reach. His lover would pause every so often to kiss the tears forming at the corners of the doctor’s eyes and ask him if he was alright, and Medic would insist that yes, yes he was fine, he was incredible, please keep going, and Heavy would move and Medic would cry out Gott Gott bitte mehr oh GOTT until he was as far inside as he could go.
The sensation of another man’s cock rubbing against his was strange at first to the younger Heavy, but he didn’t have much time to think about it; not with Medic’s body pulsing around him, making those perfect, erotic sounds. He quickly lost all ability to think at all, and soon he and the older Heavy were working together, gripping Medic’s smaller body and moving him between them, grunting while the doctor screamed in ecstasy.
It was too much for the already overloaded younger Heavy, and he came with a howl inside the older man. His softening cock slid out and he lay there panting, too exhausted to even move out of the way as the older Heavy continued fucking the doctor.
The older Heavy bent Medic over, fucking him hard, and Medic continued to shout with each thrust. After a few moments, the younger man picked him up bodily, pulling out briefly to turn the doctor to face him. Pulling Medic into his lap, Heavy entered him again and sped up his pace, wrapping a massive hand around his lover’s flagging cock to bring them off together.
Medic moaned like a whore at the double stimulation, and Heavy engulfed the sound, drawing the man in for a heated kiss. Medic wrapped his arms around the younger man’s neck, clinging to him as he reached his peak, thighs clenching and whole body shaking as he came.
Heavy grunted and groaned as Medic’s ass clenched around him, and he came shortly after with a harsh cry. Pulling out, he maintained his grip on the doctor, feeling his breathing and heartbeat slow against his chest. “I love you,” he murmured in the afterglow, pressing short, chaste kisses against Medic’s shoulder and cheek. Medic smiled against him, caressing Heavy’s back and head.
“I love you too, mein Kuschelbär,” he responded, then kissed his lover’s lips.
“I think… I would like to get up now,” the younger Heavy called from behind them, pinned by the two of them partially seated on his thighs. Medic flushed and nodded, sliding off of the younger man’s legs, and his Heavy followed suit. Once freed, the youngest man climbed off the bed, still a little wobbly on his feet. “There is shower here?” he asked, and Medic nodded.
“In the back, on the right. It is small though; it will only fit one Heavy at a time,” he smiled, all attempted slyness in his smirk muted by exhaustion. The younger man returned it, though, and took one of Medic’s hands in his own.
“Thank you,” he said sincerely, kissing the back of the doctor’s hand, then looking at the other Heavy, “both of you.” Medic pulled him in for a proper kiss.
“You are welcome, Bärchen,” he responded once he’d pulled away.
“What does that mean?” the younger man asked; Medic had called him that several times now with no explanation. Medic chuckled.
“It means ‘little bear’.”
“Pfa! What is you two and calling me little! You are not as big as me, Doctor,” he shot back, though there was no anger in his voice.
“You are smaller than mein Heavy; I thought it was appropriate,” Medic laughed, and his lover rumbled against him.
“You call him ‘big bear’?”
“No,” Medic sighed, leaning against the other Heavy’s broad chest, “I call him my ‘cuddly bear’.” Aforementioned cuddly Heavy stroked his back. The other Heavy laughed good-naturedly.
“You are, what is word, sap!” he grinned, and Medic laughed again.
“Do not tell on me, Bärchen.”
“Never. And now, I shower.” He gave them each one last grin and headed toward the back of the infirmary. They watched him for a moment, and then Medic sagged heavily against his lover.
“Thank you, mein liebe,” he sighed, nuzzling his face into Heavy’s chest, “that was incredible.”
“You were incredible,” Heavy replied, running his hands up and down the smaller man’s back. “You are perfect,” he said softly, kissing the top of the doctor’s head.
“So are you,” Medic smiled, wrapping his arms around Heavy’s waist.
“We should clean up,” Heavy pointed out, but Medic slid out of his arms to lie stretched out on the bed.
“Later,” he mumbled, “I am far too exhausted to even think about that now.”
Heavy moved to lie beside him, spooning him against his chest. “Get some rest, then, Doctor,” he soothed, pressing a kiss to his lover’s shoulder.
“I will,” Medic replied, and drifted into pleasant, satisfying sleep.
I could be wrong, but is Medic using feminine pronouns for Heavy? In German wouldn't one use masculine (or neutral, depending on the word I guess?) pronouns to refer to Heavy?
>>47 ah youre right. i always get them confused. if only the chan allowed editing!!
saw a picture of heavy and medic covered in blood and my first thought was "they should make out." im really really sleepy and its pretty stream-of-consciousness not-grammatically-correct but i hope its still enjoyable.
captcha: man weeybo. captcha are you calling me a weeaboo i do not appreciate that.
”Fuck, smear it on your face,” Medic growls, and Heavy does, dragging a blood-stained hand from brow to chin. “Yes,” the doctor rasps, then runs his tongue over a cheek and ends at the taller man’s earlobe, tugging on it with his teeth.
They don’t always head straight to the showers after battles. When Heavy is blood-spattered, Medic won’t let him. The sight, the smell, the feel of hot blood over the giant—covering his hands once he’s punched a man to death or peppered over his body from shredding a body with Sasha—drives the German mad with lust.
Heavy enjoys it too; the battle-lust and adrenaline rush are more potent when he is still dripping with his enemies’ insides. If the doctor is smeared with them as well, all the better. Heavy thinks they would bathe in it together if they could, but the amount they garner from fights is enough to drive them both wild.
Medic has Heavy up against a wall in the Infirmary. So many surfaces in the room are already coated with blood, a bit more won’t upset anything. Their clothes, however, are ruined. The white lab coat and shirt are stained with long streaks of crimson and haphazard hand prints, but neither of them care. Medic is already scratching at Heavy’s biceps, trying desperately to draw them closer. He would draw them into each other if he could.
“Fuck me,” Medic begs, nails dragging down his lover’s arms and leaving new rivers of red in their wake. Heavy sounds feral when he lifts the doctor bodily, throws him on an exam table, all but rips his pants off. “Fuck me,” the older man begs again, and Heavy spreads him open, takes him roughly, shoves his nose into salt-and-pepper-and-bloody hair.
Screams erupt from one or both of them. They can’t be sure in moments like this. The sounds of skin on skin echo off the concrete walls, and Medic digs his nails in deeper, bites his lover’s lips until they bleed, and smiles up at him like a vampire or a wolf who’s just killed.
The larger man can’t take much more, and his pace quickens, frantically chasing the heat of the doctor’s tight asshole. Medic clenches around him to speed the larger man’s orgasm, and Heavy grunts savagely as he pounds into him until he’s spilled his seed inside the smaller man.
He’s not finished, though, not yet. Not until his doctor is. His hands are sticky from the drying blood, but he wraps a massive paw around the Medic’s fat erection and squeezes, pulls, keeps up the harsh rhythm he’d used to fuck him. Looking down at himself, Medic sees the blood mixing with his own pre-come, and he cries out, watching the red mix with white over his stomach and wrinkled shirt.
The savagery softens as they come down from their highs, chest heaving in unison as their heartbeats start to slow. Heavy rests his head on Medic’s chest, ear pressed close over his heart, reveling in the soft thumps it makes. Medic holds him close, stroking that bald head and whispering reassurances.
They are alive. They may not yet have conquered death, but they have killed many others, and they are alive.
Oh my god
It had been two months since your last update on this thread
Please, Do not leave us again
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y'all are sweet. I wrote the heavy bukkake fic that's still on the front page right now if you wanna read that, but here's another little short thing:
“Heavy, please, I am, mm, busy,” Medic tried, but he already knew it would be of no use. Heavy’s lips were firmly planted on his collarbone, one hand popping open the buttons on his vest and shirt, while the other snuck lower.
“Just for little while, Doctor,” Heavy murmurs against his heated skin, “just enough to hush my need for you.” The words may be imprecise, perhaps even incorrect, but Medic can’t help the feelings that rush to his heart and his groin when Heavy talks to him like that. It’s a glorious feeling, to be needed, and he needs the other man just as much.
He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about this all day—imagining Heavy’s hands wandering over his body and lips pressed against his own. The reality, of course, is much more satisfying, and by the time Heavy snaps open the button of his fly, Medic has completely surrendered to him. Facing him bodily, Medic mashes their mouths together, drinking in the younger man’s taste and scent and feel. Even the scratchiness of his stubble against his palms feels good, and he drags Heavy in closer, pressing their chests and hips together.
Clothed erections rub against each other, but Heavy is quick to free them; he is quick in most of his movements, knowing his doctor really does need to get back to work. Between their soft bellies, the Russian wraps a giant hand around their cocks and jerks them roughly, filling the doctor’s mouth with his tongue to keep him quiet. Medic can only cling desperately to him as the other man works his magic, those fingers everywhere at once while his other hand keeps them so close they might melt into each other.
With a muffled cry, Medic bites down on Heavy’s lip, drawing just enough blood to make his orgasm a little sweeter, and Heavy groans and grinds against him as he milks the last of their cum out onto their bellies. The smells of skin and sweat and semen fill their senses as they come down, lost in the world that contains only them. When breathing and heartbeats slow, Heavy finally has the strength to pull away.
“Back to work now, Doctor,” he grins, placing a kiss on the older man’s forehead before he turns to leave. Medic pouts like a child, but he knows the other will be back, to wipe his stomach with a damp cloth and kiss him until his lips are bruised. Maybe his work will get finished, and maybe it won’t. At this point, Medic doesn’t care what happens, as long as he knows Heavy will be by his side.
Just as always, I love you.
These are great.
Is it too much to ask that people still wish for a continue of Repression?
>>54 no its not too much to ask. i do feel like i wrote myself into a corner with it, however, and chapter fics do put a lot of pressure on me which is why i should never start them in the first place, haha, but i do want to eventually continue it. i just dont know when. we will see.
I love Heavy/Medic, even if it is overdone.
Honestly, joe, you are one of my favorite writefags.
>>56 that is so sweet im honestly touched thank you :,)
heres something short and dumb
In the dark of their bedroom, Heavy pawed at his older lover, chuckling softly at the blissful looks that crossed Medic’s face when he would touch him just so. Under loose pajama pants, he could feel the doctor’s erection start to form. Grinning, he began to rub more insistently. Medic started to moan.
“Hey, couldja keep it down? I’m tryin’ to sleep, here.”
Both men jolted upright at the voice and saw the intruder had snuck into their bed behind Heavy while they were preoccupied. Scout stared back at them, clutching his worn-out pillow.
Medic went livid. “What are you doing in our bed?” the German hissed, boring holes in the younger man with his eyes.
“I… I couldn’t sleep,” Scout stammered, hoping they would catch that he had a nightmare but was too proud to say so, “and… I used to go to Heavy when that happened, but he’s sleepin’ with you now, so… Here I am.”
Medic turned to Heavy for confirmation, and the giant merely shrugged his shoulders. “Is true. When little Scout is scared, he come to me, because I am strong.”
“Hey, I ain’t scared!” Scout shot back, but Heavy just chuckled and patted him on the shoulder.
“Is okay to be scared! You are young, war is scary thing.”
“Whatever,” their younger teammate pouted and rolled over, hugging his pillow tight. Heavy laughed again.
“And I suppose I get no say in this?” Medic scowled at the pair, crossing his arms. Heavy’s face softened and he put a huge hand on the doctor’s shoulder.
“Is only for one night. This does not happen often, Doctor.”
“Yeah, Doc, I’ll be real quiet. You won’t even know i’m here!” Scout piped up, sitting up again.
“I highly doubt that,” Medic bit back, but the two men somehow managed to give him the most pathetic looks they could muster, and the older man finally relented. “Fine! Fine. He can stay. Verdammt junge. I will be in the bathroom for a while. Do not disturb me.”
With that, Medic made his way to the door, ranting in German. Scout burst out laughing when he saw the tent in the older man’s pants, and Heavy couldn’t help but join in. The Russian could have sworn he heard him say “blue balls” during his tirade, though, which did make him feel a bit bad, but there would always be tomorrow night.
hahaha that was cute. scout is cute. made me smile
Scout and Hoovy bromance.... it's a beautiful thing. And cute.
Awww, Hoovy you sweet giant.
thanks! heres a short smut thing i havent posted here
Heavy fisted the bedsheets, throat fully exposed with his head thrown back against the pillow as it was. Medic was kneeling between his lover’s legs, laving his tongue thoroughly over the head of Heavy’s thick cock, as his hands worked what his mouth couldn’t take.
The doctor sighed and moaned against it, feeling the weight of the member, caressing it, enraptured with the way his fingertips barely touched when wrapped fully around it. His other hand stroked pubic hair, stomach, thighs, scrotum, teased his entrance, traced his perineum, and finally settled around Heavy’s heavy balls, delighting in their weight and how they fit almost perfectly in his palm. In a sudden fit of affection, his kissed the crown of his lover’s cock.
Heavy came with a grunt, panting as Medic milked every bit of semen from him that he could and then licked it off, swallowing with satisfaction. The strokes became lazy as Medic rested his cheek against soft skin, then kissed the juncture of leg and pelvis.
“Doctor,” Heavy sighed, reaching to him. Medic smiled and crawled up along his lover’s massive body, stopping with one hand on his cheek, and the other over his heart. The younger man pulled him in close, nuzzling the gray hair at his temples, kissing an eyebrow and eyelid. The doctor laughed quietly, fingers tightening above the steady beat of Heavy’s giant heart.
“I love you, Doctor,” Heavy said finally, kissing the other man’s mouth before he could reply. When they broke, Medic savored the gentleness in Heavy’s face, so rare outside their bedroom.
“I love you, too, mein Kuschelbär,” Medic replied, sinking into warm skin. He would dream tonight, he knew, and for once, it would be pleasant.
fisted the bedsheets
>>62 that reminds me I really should write fisting someday
>>64 oh my. well i dont know how i could possibly follow that, but dang yes.
okay fff im doing a porn-fic-a-day challenge again. here is the first one. request was soldier/engineer/shovel, although there isnt much shovel. i havent written helmet party before so i hope its not too terrible
It was a pleading whisper, a demand, a confession, all at once. “Touch me,” Soldier said again, and Engineer always complied. He would touch the older man on his face, his hands, his thighs, his stomach. Thick goggles and helmets and clothes were discarded slowly, then frantically as they neared their prize; naked together, bare and vulnerable. They would never let anyone else see them this way.
Soldier laid on his back while Engineer straddled his hips, running his bare hands up and down the older man’s thick torso. Soldier barely winced at the cold metal of the Gunslinger anymore. He savored the feeling, really. He had become rather attached to inhuman objects. Machinery, like his rocket launcher, guns, Engineer’s dispensers and sentries, became comforts to him while he had largely shirked most human contact. Engineer understood him in that way, he thought: preferring metal to flesh; objects to people.
They understood each other in that way, so Soldier barely hesitated to ask Engineer to perform strange acts with him. The Texan barely batted an eyelash when Soldier begged him, in the height of passion, to please, please fuck him with Shovel’s handle. Go as deep as he could and as fast as possible. The cold steel was a comfort unlike any other.
Sometimes, though, they could appreciate each other’s flesh and bone. Sometimes Engineer would lean over the older man and pass only his natural hand over his torso, kiss his skin and suck his cock. This was one of those times.
Engineer worked the soldier’s thick cock with his hand and mouth, swirling his tongue over the head and stroking the shaft. On occasion he would reach down to fondle his balls and trace his perineum; maybe circle his asshole with his index finger. His Gunslinger stayed at his side as he resisted the temptation to touch himself. Their skin sessions never lasted very long, but they were typically very intense, and it didn’t take much to shatter the feeling and bring it to an abrupt end.
When Soldier arched his back, begging and moaning for more, Engineer released him. The older man kept his eyes shut, breathing heavily as he felt a warm hand coat his cock with grease, then legs and hips over him, carefully positioning themselves while the mechanic supported his weight with a hand on Soldier’s soft belly.
“Oh, God,” Engineer groaned as he lowered himself onto his lover’s thick cock. Soldier grunted and reached instinctively for the other man’s thighs, wrapping his fingers tightly around the solid flesh. Engineer chuckled at that, at the familiarity of this scene they had played out so many times before, then gasped when he was finally fully seated on Soldier’s length, sliding against that spot deep inside him. He sat like that for a moment, head thrown back and lower lip between his teeth, and then he finally moved.
Hips rolled slowly, up and down against each other, trying to settle into their steady rhythm. Engineer grabbed a handful of belly fat and Soldier groaned, moving a little faster. Grinning, Engineer lifted himself almost entirely off of Soldier’s cock, then drove it all the way back in, dropping faster than he rose. He kept up this torture until Soldier was practically screaming, then picked up his pace, riding the older man like a bull.
“Goddammit,” Soldier ground out, fingers digging into his lover’s legs, “Engie.”
“Solly,” Engineer smiled, looking down to see blue eyes half-focused on him and a mouth slack from pleasure. He wanted to laugh again, but the pace was too much, too intense, as his most sensitive spot was hit over and over again.
Feeling close, Engineer willed himself to hold on a little longer. Leaning far forward, his cock brushed Soldier’s belly. “You know what i want,” he drawled, squeezing the older man’s stomach. Soldier only nodded, too far gone to argue. Engineer needed his other hand for this, and though it would break some of their fantasy, it would also bring them their closest to fulfilling it.
Sighing, Engineer placed a kiss on Soldier’s broad chest, then leaned up again slightly. Adjusting himself, he managed to get his cock flush against the other man’s stomach, then carefully, he dragged as much loose skin as he could from Soldier’s paunch and love handles up around his length. When it felt good enough, he started to fuck the valley of skin.
Both men moaned as Engineer moved. When he shifted his hips forward, he moved off of Soldier’s cock, and when he withdrew from the warm flesh, he drove the length back inside him. It wasn’t long before he got to a relentless rhythm, crying out at the double pleasure. It was too much for Soldier, to hear the younger man and to touch him, feeling him from the inside, and he came in a few short spasms, filling Engineer up and feeling his cum drip back down his cock.
As he softened, Engineer kept going. Even after Soldier’s cock slipped out, the shorter man kept moving, kept grunting, kept soaking in the feeling of the other man under and around him. He finally came with a hoarse cry, splattering his seed over the older man’s graying chest hair. He stayed sitting upright as he caught his breath, still shaking for several long moments.
When he finally slumped forward, Soldier reached up to wrap strong arms tightly around him and kiss the stubble on his chin. Engineer laughed then, slow and deep and genuine.
“You wear me out, partner,” he joked as his hands stroked up and down the taller man’s sides.
“Nonsense. A real American can go all night!” Soldier retorted, only half-kidding.
Engineer raised an eyebrow. “You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”
“Affirmative. But…” the older man’s features softened into a smile, “let’s just stay like this for a little while. Just until I catch my breath,” he added quickly.
“Of course,” Engineer grinned, then kissed him deeply.
Joe is doing a fic a day... I approve
Fuck yes. I never get tired of helmet party.
day two. heavy/medic, on a train
They had been transferred to different areas.
Their superiors deemed them to be an excellent team and thought they would be perfect for training some new recruits who weren’t falling into their roles quite as well. Thunder Mountain’s Medic had bad timing, and Badland’s Heavy didn’t seem to understand where he would best be utilized, so who better to teach them than more experienced mercenaries?
It was standard procedure, and typically the mercenaries involved wouldn’t mind, but these particular two had forged out a much deeper relationship than most team members usually did. The Medic and Heavy had been teammates for over a year, and what started as a professional relationship became a close friendship, and eventually turned romantic. This made being split up rather difficult.
They had been afforded the extra time of the train journey to their new bases, which did little to ease their heartache, but it was something. Medic would be departing first, but for the moment, they shared the cramped cabin Heavy had been assigned.
A silence stretched for a long while as they sat beside each other, watching the barren mountains of the desert pass by. Eventually Heavy spoke, and they chatted for a while about various things. Idle chatter could only mask their aches for so long, though, and Medic finally slid into his lover’s lap to kiss and hold him.
Foreheads pressed together. They knew it would not be the last time they saw each other; of course it wouldn’t be, but it was still a bitter thing, to not fight side by side each day, or sleep tangled up together each night. Medic ran a gloved hand along Heavy’s cheek, then down his neck, his shoulder, his back, resting finally on his hip to draw him closer. Heavy enveloped the smaller man in his huge arms like a doll, like a possession, and the doctor melted into that embrace, his kisses becoming sloppier and more desperate.
It was foolish, perhaps, to do this on the train, knowing it would wipe them out or that they could be found, but Medic’s hand still traced the younger man’s belt, resting on the buckle for a moment before his other hand joined the first to undo it. Heavy moaned openly into his lover’s mouth, moving his own hands down to grip the doctor’s ass, and Medic laughed softly, gasping when those hands squeezed gently.
Medic undid his own belt quickly, freeing his growing erection and pressing it to Heavy’s, urging him along. The older man rocked his hips, feeling both their cocks twitching and plumping, and he groaned in anticipation as he drove his tongue back into Heavy’s mouth.
There wasn’t enough room in the cabin to lie down, on either the floor or the bench. If Medic was truly intent on having his lover fully, they would have to do it in this position. “Heavy,” he whispered, “I want you.” It was enough to signal his desire, and Heavy nodded, pulling on the doctor’s pants and underwear, trying to drag them down. Medic had to fight his own passion to extricate himself from his lover to stand, and once he did, he removed his boots, pants and undershorts, not bothering with his socks. When he straddled Heavy’s lap again, his coat covered his bare rear.
Heavy resumed kissing him immediately, slipping his hands beneath his coat to caress his ass. Medic pulled one hand back up, though, and drew the index finger into his mouth, running his tongue along it, coating it thoroughly with saliva. Neither had lubricant on hand, so it was the best they could do, but being so practiced, Medic knew he would open easily for the other man. Heavy watched his doctor’s mouth work with a lustful smirk, thinking about how lucky he was to have found such a perfect man. With a kiss to the fingertip, Medic let his hand go, and Heavy brought it back down to probe at the doctor’s asshole.
His finger slid in smoothly, stretching delicately as Medic relaxed, opening as that finger worked its way in and out. Before long, his toes were curling and he was practically begging Heavy to replace it with something bigger. Heavy chuckled at his lover’s eagerness, then spit into his palm, slicking up his hard cock.
With one hand, Heavy lifted Medic’s hips, using his other hand to align the tip of his length with the doctor’s entrance. He teased at first, slipping just the head inside and holding Medic in place so he couldn’t go any deeper. Medic whined, pushing downward with all his might. Heavy placed little kisses on the doctor’s face, finally letting him move downward slowly. Medic didn’t stop until Heavy was completely inside.
He held that position for a few long moments, savoring the feeling of being full, of being so close to his lover. He wrapped his arms around Heavy’s neck, bringing him in for more kisses, then groaned into his mouth when he finally started to move.
The pace started slow as Medic adjusted to the sensation of such little lubrication, but soon he was bouncing in Heavy’s lap, crying out with pleasure. Heavy grunted, his hands on Medic’s hips as he alternated between kissing him and gritting his teeth, focusing on the fire building in his belly. Medic sat up further, moving his hands to Heavy’s shoulders and finding a better angle to take him deeper, harder, faster. Moans and sighs and slapping sounds filled the small cabin as both men chased their pleasure, grips white-knuckled as the feelings became too intense.
Medic came with a strangled sort of shout, spurts of semen landing on Heavy’s hairy belly where his shirt had ridden up. It didn’t take long for the younger man to come as well, crushing the doctor to his chest as he filled him up. Breathing heavily, he pulled out, cock softening between the doctor’s ass and his own belt buckle. They held each other in silence as their shudders ceased, savoring the afterglow. “I love you,” Medic whispered into Heavy’s ear, his voice hoarse.
“I love you too, Doctor,” the younger man replied, kissing his cheek and rubbing his back.
In a few moments, Medic would have to get up, put on his pants and make a trip to the bathroom to clean himself, as heavy would have to do after him. The train would stop and he would have to leave, and they wouldn’t see each other again for at least a month for their respective vacations. But right now, they could hear their heartbeats over the rumbling of the train, daring it to overpower them.
day three. Soldier/Engineer; prompt: Solly having an amputee fetish which relates to Engineer’s missing and mechanical arm
Engineer was very particular about the management of his right arm. Every evening, he would remove his Gunslinger and carefully polish every gear and piston until it shined, then he would tend to his severed arm, washing off the day’s grime and massaging the tired flesh. He always performed this routine alone in his workshop, careful not to let any of his team members in on his nightly ritual.
Any but one.
Engineer had been reluctant to let Soldier in on his routine at first. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of what he had done to himself in the name of science, but rather that the act was sacred to him, and separating his arm was an integral part of it. But Soldier was different. Soldier had worked his way into every other part of Engineer’s life, and this act was the final part. If Soldier wanted to share his life, he should be allowed to share in this moment as well.
The first time Soldier watched his younger lover remove his metal prosthesis was deeply intimate. The older man watched with fascination as pistons hissed and popped, retracting from the skin of Engineer’s stump until the hand was loose enough to remove. His eyes traced Engineer’s every movement as he polished the dusty metal back to shining brilliance, and he stared with breathy reverence as the younger man washed and rubbed what was left of his arm.
It became a new routine after that, and slowly, Soldier was woven into it.. First he was allowed to touch the Gunslinger, polishing parts that were hard for Engineer to reach one-handed, helping him tune it up and put it back on. Then, much later, he was allowed to touch the younger man’s arm.
He had ached for this. Soldier couldn’t admit it to the other man, for fear it would make him recoil in disgust, regret ever allowing him into such a delicate process and perhaps into his life at all. Instead, he was careful not to show too much interest, but being such a boisterous man at heart, it was very difficult. As much as he tried to be nonchalant, his fingers wandered haphazardly over the scarred flesh, reaching beyond the edges of the damp washcloth to touch bare skin. He caressed it lovingly, slowly, then with more conviction. Engineer watched through his goggles.
“You like it, don’t’cha?” he asked, grinning crookedly at the older man. Soldier seemed to realize himself and recoil.
“I, uh, don’t know what you mean,” he coughed into his fist, washcloth dripping onto his pantleg. Engineer laughed.
“My arm. Well, what’s left of it,” he smiled slyly, leaning closer to the other man and putting his hand on his knee. “You can touch it, if you want.” He extended his right arm to his lover. Soldier looked at it nervously.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to… to hurt you or anything,” the military man swallowed.
“Boy, I use this arm to whack sentries all day, I don’t think you’re gonna do much damage,” Engineer chuckled, squeezing his lover’s thigh. Soldier swallowed again.
“Well, if you’re… If you’re sure.”
Carefully, the older man took the stump of Engineer’s arm in his hands, running calloused palms over the forearm and tracing the scars with his fingers. Amputations had long fascinated him, but he had never been so close to one, let alone one belonging to someone he was so close to. He brought the limb close to his face, glancing to where the hand should be—used to be—then back up at Engineer’s face. When the younger man nodded, Soldier brought the stump to his lips and kissed it.
The sensations weren’t particularly arousing on their own to Engineer, but the way Soldier lovingly pressed his mouth to it and laved his tongue over it sent chills down the younger man’s spine. When Soldier let out a soft moan, the mechanic couldn’t help but respond in kind.
“Engie,” Soldier murmured against skin, “can we?”
It was all he needed to say, and Engineer was on his feet, leading the older man to the cot in the corner of the room.
They stripped quickly, sweat already forming on their bodies as Engineer pressed their cocks together and Soldier put his attention back on his lover’s arm. It was an altogether new experience for both of them. Engineer had never seen someone so interested in his amputation, and the feeling was incredibly intimate. He had never been exposed like this to someone before, letting them see him and only him, down to the last wart, freckle and scar. The sensation was in his dick as he stroked his and Soldier’s together with his hand, but the last came from watching the older man make love to his arm with hands and mouth, eyes shut as he lost himself in the feeling.
“Engie,” Soldier moaned again, rubbing his arm like a cat.
“Solly,” Engineer replied, groaning as he stroked them faster.
It was quick after that; Soldier kissed the smaller man’s arm a few more times, then turned to his mouth, thrusting his tongue into it and rutting against him in earnest. Before long, Soldier was crying out, cock twitching against the shorter man’s as he shot his load over their bare stomachs. Engineer wasn’t far behind, panting and grasping Soldier’s back with his left hand.
Sweaty and tired, they lay chest-to-chest for a while, letting their breathing and heartbeats slow. Engineer stretched, then held Soldier tighter.
“Didn’t know you were into that,” he chuckled, and Soldier turned his face.
“War is an… an ugly thing. Death. Destruction. Injuries. But sometimes… there is something beautiful in it.”
“Never heard anyone call my stump “beautiful” before,” Engineer smiled.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
“Gotta say I like it,” he chuckled, then pulled him in for another long kiss.
my favorite time 'o day
Good and well-characterized, as always; the only concern I would like to note is that you seem to overuse phrases such as "the younger man" and "the older man" instead of names. Perhaps it's just a pet peeve of mine, but I noticed those phrases cropping up a lot. I went back and read a few of your other one-shots, and noticed a few uses of phrases like these, but they seemed overused in this piece in particular.
>>72 thanks. yeah i... dont know. like if i use the names too much i think it looks weird. and for soldier and engie i havent come up with multiple descriptors yet like i have with heavy and medic, like "the military man" feels too clunky so i try not to use it much. these sound like excuses uhhh. im gonna work on it tho thank you for pointing it out or else i would have just kept doing it haha
Why don't you try to use solly and dell , instead of younger man and older man
>>74 yeah i will try that next time i write helmets, thank you :)
anyway day four: engineer/heavy, Dom/sub
Engineer smirked down at his prize, watching Heavy flex his muscles under the tight ropes that bound him into a kneeling position. The giant was completely nude, while Engineer still wore his uniform, slapping a length of extension cord against his bare palm.
“You got yourself in a whole heap ‘a trouble, boy,” the Texan drawled, pacing before his bounty. Heavy’s nostrils flared as he tried to breathe around the ball gag in his mouth. Engineer chuckled. “You think I’m gonna let you get away with lettin’ my sentry get blowed up? Well,” he leaned down to take the larger man’s chin between thumb and forefinger, “you got another think comin’. Now turn to the side. Lean on that crate, boy.”
Heavy had no choice but to comply, and he shuffled on his knees until he was facing the wooden box and leaned against it, exposing his bare rear. Watching through smoky goggles, Engineer licked his lips and bent down, caressing the soft flesh with his left hand. “Nice,” the shorter man murmured, squeezing a cheek, then placing a light slap on the spot, “real nice.”
There was a sudden crack as Engineer whipped the giant’s ass with the electrical cord. Heavy jolted, a muffled sound passing his gag and he squeezed his eyes shut in pain.
“You like that?” Engineer chuckled darkly. Heavy shook his head, but was answered with another smack of the cord. “Too bad,” the mechanic grinned, smacking him again, and then he got on his knees behind the taller man.
Using both hands now, he kneaded the flesh of Heavy’s ass, delighting in the red welts already forming. Heavy whimpered behind his gag, the bruises sensitive to the touch. Engineer paid him no mind, however, and traced his thumbs down the cleft of his rear, spreading the cheeks apart, and then he leaned in, running his tongue over the giant’s puckered asshole.
Heavy gasped and groaned, confused by the suddenly tender treatment as Engineer lapped at his ass, tracing wet circles around his entrance and stroking his cheeks gently. It felt good, though, and he leaned almost involuntarily into it, thrusting his hips further back, silently begging for more. Engineer complied by sliding his tongue into Heavy’s hole.
Heavy’s grunts became more desperate as Engineer worked his tongue in and out, swirling around and poking at his insides. Heavy groaned at the treatment, feeling his cock begin to plump. A deep rumble of a chuckle went through him when he noticed that Heavy was rocking his hips in time with the shorter man’s movements, and just like that, he withdrew from the other man completely.
“You liked that, I could tell,” he grinned, and Heavy nodded absently, wanting more. It was difficult to make any sort of sound around the rubber, but he managed to squeeze out something like a “please”. Engineer swatted his ass with the cord again.
“Well, even if ya beg, you ain’t gettin’ more ‘a that,” the Texan said authoritatively. “Naw, you’re gettin’ somethin’ else. Somethin’ bigger.” Heavy squirmed.
To suit the larger man’s punishment, there would be no formal lubrication, just spit on Engineer’s palm applied thinly to his dick, and then he was inside. Heavy’s hole almost seemed to pull him in, needing to be filled. Each deep breath the giant took drew Engineer’s cock further in, and the mechanic grunted and groaned in ecstasy once he was fully seated. After a short moment of adjustment, though, he started to fuck the other man in earnest.
Engineer rode him like a rodeo bull, his thrusts fast and powerful. He whooped every so often, slapping the tender flesh of Heavy’s ass. Heavy grunted around the gag, snorting on particularly hard thrusts. His wrists burned from the rope, and he longed to be able to brace himself on the crate, but he had no choice but to be used like some over-sized toy for the Engineer’s pleasure. And damned if he wasn’t getting off on it.
“You got a great ass, boy, I’ll give you that,” Engineer called out with a swat to Heavy’s ass. “Cream gravy.” A few more forceful thrusts and Engineer finished inside him, cum leaking out around his cock as he pulled out. When he pulled Heavy up against his chest and checked on the other man’s erection, he was mildly surprised to see the other man had already come.
“You really do like that, don’t you,” he smirked, then undid the gag on Heavy’s mouth. The giant flexed his jaw a few times, working out the soreness that had begun to set in from being open so wide for so long. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No more than I want,” Heavy smiled as he looked over his shoulder at his lover. Engineer smiled back, undoing the ropes around Heavy’s wrists, torso and legs. Once he was free, Heavy stood and helped the shorter man to his feet, then pulled him into his arms for a kiss. The mechanic happily returned it.
“Is time for bed now,” the larger man laughed gently, “must give ass time to rest.”
“Don’t suppose we can ask the doc for some healin’ rays,” Engineer grinned.
“Prefer it this way,” Heavy returned the smile, running his hands reassuringly down the smaller man’s back. “Now, come to bed.”
“Yessir,” Engineer answered, happy to be led there.
Ugh, please don't use Solly, especially if you're going to use it to refer to him out of dialogue. It sounds ridiculous.
Dell would probably be fine for Engineer, although most people associate it with BLU's version due to the comics. If you're doing BLU's Soldier and Engineer, there shouldn't be a problem using it. You could also use Jane for Soldier in that case.
aw man I got kinda bummed out it was just a consensual fantasy.
>>76 okay I won't then. Honestly i'm not going to write that pairing again unless I do another challenge and someone requests it anyway
>>77 haha sorry, I don't do non-con. Dub-con yes, but non-con just makes me feel icky. I guess just stop reading when they come and fill in your own ending? haha
um bluh have some spy/engie
“Yoooou sunuvabich,” Engineer slurs, pointing at the enemy Spy and swaying in his seat. It was likely inevitable that they’d run into each other tonight in the small town near Sawmill, but Engineer never thought it would be in the town’s lone bar. Spies didn’t seem like the type.
“Ah, not one second and already you are hurling insults, Laborer? I am disappointed,” Spy mutters, pulling out a cigarette. “I thought you of all pathetic REDs would be civilized off the battlefield.”
“You sapped… FOUR of my sentries last round, you slimy frog,” Engineer shoots back, holding up three fingers and lurching toward the Frenchman, “an’ three ah my dispensers. I ain’t gotta be civil ta you.” Stumbling toward the enemy, Engineer jabs a pointer finger into his chest. “And you stabbed me… a bunch! You low-down, dirty, yella-bellied… French guy!” he hiccups, poking the other man again for emphasis. Spy rolls his eyes, delicately taking that hand in his and putting it at Engineer’s side.
“I think you have had enough, petite. It is time for you to go home.”
“I’ll tell ya when I’ve had enough! I’ve—I’ve—” Engineer stops and stumbles, looking like he’s about to puke everywhere. Spy grimaces and takes a step back, but thankfully, the smaller man only belches. Spy sighs in frustration.
“Come, I will take you home,” he offers his hand. Engineer keeps his sour look, but finally relents, slapping the BLU’s hand away and stomping past.
“Fine. But no funny business this time, y’hear?” he grumbles as he pushes open the door to the bar.
“Of course not,” Spy smirks, knowing that Engineer knows he will ignore his request, and they will once again wake up in the back seat of Spy’s tiny French car.
Engineer slumps into the passenger seat of Spy’s Citroën DS convertible and watches Spy slide carefully into the driver’s seat. The top is down, which Engineer is grateful for when the cool night air breezes past his face on the way back to Sawmill. It’s lucky it isn’t raining for once, or else Spy wouldn’t have even let him put the windows down.
The drive is silent. Once they get close to the compound, Spy turns down a disused road in the woods. They can’t risk being seen together inside. Engineer will have to walk from here. Spy cuts the engine off, and they sit there for a few moments—Engineer unsure if he should move and Spy not about to make him. The shorter man shifts in his seat.
“Uh,” he starts. This is always the most awkward part; accepting help from the enemy makes him feel weak, but it’s a practical solution, to a practical problem. He still feels like a traitor, though, when he opens his mouth again. “Thanks fer the ride, Sp—”
“Are you going to leave or not?” Spy quips, stubbing out the butt of his cigarette in the car’s ashtray. His eyes fixate on a moth fluttering through the beam of the headlights.
“No,” Engineer says without thinking, then coughs—catches himself. “Not—not yet. I. Just. In a minute.”
“If you vomit in my car I will never do this for you again,” Spy intones. The leather of his gloves squeaks on the steering wheel.
“Yes you will,” Engineer whispers, and his left hand creeps onto the other man’s knee. It’s all downhill from there.
The roof of the car goes up and the two men tangle in the back seat, mouths hot and open to each other. Engineer tastes like cheap whiskey and Spy tastes like expensive cigarettes and it’s just like they remember—just like every time before. Engineer is on top, pulling on Spy’s suit jacket and the Frenchman has to wrench his hands away to keep him from ripping it; undresses himself as quickly as he can while the Texan unclips his own overalls and shucks them off.
Spy’s too tall to lay flat on the bench, and Engineer compromises by pushing the Frenchman’s legs up, clutching them below the knees and pushing them to Spy’s chest. He fumbles for a minute, and Spy growls, impatient. Engineer’s torn between embarrassment and laughter as he reaches down to pull a tin of grease out of his discarded overalls and sees Spy’s asshole pulsing in anticipation. They’re both beyond gentleness and Engineer bypasses preparation, slicks his cock and pushes in.
Spy moans at length, his mouth open wide and head tossed back. Engineer wants to rip his mask off but he knows better than that. It would upset the delicate balance they’ve reached. He doesn’t know what Spy’s face looks like. Spy doesn’t know what color Engineer’s eyes are. Engineer ignores his urge and pulls out, thrusts in, fucks Spy relentlessly as the taller man vocalizes his pleasure.
It doesn’t last long; it never does. Spy comes over his chest, the pearly cum sticking in his chest hair. Some stray drops land on his chin, and that gets Engineer off, pounding into that tight ass a few more times and grunting as he comes, buried balls-deep in his enemy.
Movements are slow as they ride out their afterglow, and Engineer’s soft cock eventually slips out. Spy sits up, stretching his stiff legs, and pulls another cigarette from his jacket pocket. He offers one to Engineer, who refuses, as always. The Texan sits with his back to the opposite door, watching Spy smoke in the dim moonlight.
“We ain’t doin’ this again,” Engineer says halfheartedly. Spy scoffs, smoke streaming in soft ribbons from his nose.
“Of course not,” he replies, looking out the windshield at the quiet forest.
It’s a lie. It always has been. When Spy’s cigarette is spent, they will lie together on the bench, and in the morning Engineer will stumble back to RED base and Spy will drive back to BLU’s. The next round, Spy will beat his record for buildings sapped and backs stabbed. Engineer will drink his sorrows, and Spy will take him home, and the dance will start anew.
and another spy/engie cuz im still finishing my failed porn-fic-a-day challenge. prompt was "world domination"
“Mon petite chou,” Spy whispers, stroking Engineer’s sweaty face, “we will rule this world one day.” His eyes are soft, partially hidden by dark, damp hair, and Engineer can’t help but chuckle.
“You keep sayin’ that,” the smaller man replies, letting an arm drape over Spy’s waist, “but it feels like forever away.”
“It may be,” Spy nods, “but it does not change that our day will come, when we will overthrow these pathetic men, and replace them with our own machinations.” Engineer laughs harder at that.
“With your accent and vocabulary, you make it sound so much nicer than the bloody revolution I have in mind,” he grins, and Spy cannot help but cover that sweet mouth with his own. Engineer half snickers, half groans against the Frenchman, rolling his hips into the palm that’s already squeezing his growing erection.
“So soon, Dell?” Spy smirks.
“You know how this kinda talk gets me, you smarmy devil,” he replies, pulling the taller man fully over him.
Hot breath escapes the gaps between their lips as their tongues writhe together, their cocks still slick from sweat and lubrication from the last round gliding effortlessly against each other. Engineer grabs a fistful of hair with his flesh hand and a fistful of ass with his mechanical one and Spy gasps, spreading his legs to straddle the shorter man’s hips. Engineer smiles, biting the other man’s lower lip and teasing his entrance with the tip of his cock.
“You want it?” Engineer murmurs, breathing ragged.
“Oh, please, mon petite, s’il vous plait,” Spy pleads, trying to sit on the other man’s girthy length. Engineer keeps it just out of reach.
“Y’gotta beg me,” he grins, squeezing Spy’s ass a little tighter.
“Please, please, fuck me, Dell, Engineer, fuck my ass,” Spy begs, burying his head in Engineer’s shoulder and placing frantic kisses on his jaw. Engineer chuckles darkly, spreads Spy’s ass a little wider, and pushes in.
Spy cries out; though he is still stretched from earlier, the sudden pressure is still a shock, but with some careful maneuvering, he becomes fully seated on Engineer’s thick cock. With one more languid kiss to the shorter man’s mouth, Spy pushes himself into a sitting position and starts to bounce on his lap.
“Oh, God, would’ja look at that,” Engineer grins, admiring Spy’s lean body and his erect member slapping his own stomach. Spy manages to smile seductively at him between brief expressions of ecstasy, and Engineer runs his hands appreciatively up and down Spy’s spread thighs.
Though the force of this position is pleasurable, they cannot gain enough speed to bring about their orgasms, and when the feeling urges him on, Engineer pulls Spy down. Pulling out just long enough to make them ache, he rolls Spy onto his side, the taller man’s back to his chest, and lifts one leg, plunging again into that tight heat. In this position, he can buck wildly against his lover, and he does, until Spy is screaming with the force, coming again onto the sweaty, sticky sheets, and Engineer empties inside of him, feeling hot cum leak back out and over his thighs.
They lie like that for a while; Engineer’s thick arms wrapped tightly around Spy’s chest, holding him like a lifeline. Spy runs his hands over the shorter man’s forearms and intertwines their fingers, closing his eyes at the comforting feeling of Engineer’s even breaths against his back. When they’ve calmed enough, Engineer rolls the Frenchman back over and kisses him passionately.
“Say it again, Spy,” he asks, burying his nose in dark hair to smell the scent of them.
“We will rule this world one day,” Spy repeats, tangling their legs together, and Engineer smiles back at him, assured once again of their goal.
Yes. Good. Very good. I like this challenge so far, yes I do.
oh man ive been dying to see some new spy engie and aaaah these new fics are great thank u
Yessssss. Whoever made that last prompt is my hero.
Medic swirls his tongue over the head of Heavy’s cock, pulling back and smiling slyly when Heavy’s fingers tighten their grip on his head. The larger man is seated on the bed, back against the wall, and Medic is kneeling on the floor between his knees. Not an ideal position for the doctor’s back, but it is worth it to see the unabashed lust in his lover’s eyes when he looks up at Heavy through his lashes. He chuckles coyly, gathering saliva on his tongue and slathering it over the younger man’s pink cockhead, then slurping it up noisily.
“Oooh, Doctor,” Heavy moans, and his slow, deep breathing starts to speed up. His hips thrust shallowly as Medic takes more of Heavy’s thick cock into his mouth, working the shaft and balls with one hand. He goes as deep as he can and gags and Heavy shudders; a full-body tremor that Medic takes as encouragement when Heavy’s hand shakes against the nape of his neck.
Medic sucks him off sloppily, loudly, making little sounds of appreciation at the feel and taste of his lover’s pulsing cock. He starts to move faster, taking the other man deeper and deeper into his throat, and Heavy can barely hold on, trying with all his might to keep himself from letting go and just fucking the doctor’s mouth. When his vocalizations become frantic, Medic pulls back and uses his hand to jerk Heavy off quickly, and the giant roars with his orgasm as he spurts cum over Medic’s face and hair and glasses. Medic smiles up at him, resting his cheek on his lover’s bare thigh.
“Do you feel better, Liebe?” he asks, still stroking him slowly, feeling the tiny contractions still working through his muscles.
“Much,” Heavy grins lazily back at him, and drags him up for a loving kiss.
aaand for something different, demo/scout:
Of all the members of RED team, Scout was the worst at holding his liquor.
He didn’t vomit, thankfully, but very little tended to go straight to his head, and he’d often end up a little… handsy.
For the most part, it was a tolerable annoyance to many of his teammates. Whoever he sat beside in their evening revelries would become his temporary snuggle-buddy. Heavy would tolerate it good-naturedly, laughing and patting his smaller teammate on the back. Medic would elbow Scout off if he got too close, and Spy would give him a look so withering Scout didn’t even bother with him. Sniper was awkward about it at first, but grew to appreciate the heat of another body beside him, even if it was just friendly. Pyro would giggle as Scout used their suit like a giant pillow, and Soldier would sit with his arms crossed, not moving an inch until Scout decided to move. Engineer reacted much the same was as Heavy, treating Scout like a son or a little brother who had had just a little too much.
Demoman was a different story.
The Scot was by far the drunkest member of the team at all times, and when Scout happened to plop down beside him for the evening, it was a sight to behold. Both men would drink and sing and wrap their arms around each other, giggling. Their teammates would laugh at their antics until either the novelty wore off or they became too tired to stay. On those nights, Demo and Scout were often the last ones left around the campfire, still singing softly songs that neither of them really understood.
With no more audience and no more inhibitions, their hands would often wander. Drunk, lonely, and horny, their songs would fade to muffled laughter as Scout pressed his face into Demo’s neck, kissing softly, and Demo would wrap his arms fully around the smaller man, comparing him playfully to a “wee lass”. Scout would punch him jokingly in the arm, and it would descend from there.
They kissed until the embers of the fire burned low; Scout sitting across Demo’s lap, snickering at the way his beard and mustache tickled when his lips strayed. Demo grinned against him, single eye closed in simple pleasure, his hand sneaking below Scout’s T-shirt and over the smooth skin of his back. When his hands moved around to the front of the younger man’s chest, Scout moaned into his open mouth, pushing his hips closer to the Scotsman’s.
“Easy, lad,” Demo mumbled, moving his hands back down to Scout’s waist. “Don’t wanna do nothin’ you’ll regret.”
“Ain’t gonna regret it,” Scout huffed, trying to break free from Demo’s grip. “C’mon, please.”
“Come back to me when you’re sober,” Demo teased, squeezing him lightly.
“You’re awful,” Scout pouted, but relented, falling back into just kissing again. Demo laughed against him. Maybe, one day, Scout would come to him sober, and he would be ready for it, but for now, he was more than content with just fooling around.
There’s a knock at Demo’s door around 10. Unusual for this time of night, but he looks up from his formula for a new kind of sticky bomb and calls for the visitor to come in.
Scout looks in hesitantly, standing in the doorway. “Hey,” he says, tugging on the hem of his shirt.
“Evenin’, lad,” Demo replies, unable to suppress his excited grin.
“You said, uh, to come back when I was sober.”
There’s silence for a few moments, and then Demo chuckles, rich and deep. “Well come in, boyo, come on.”
Scout nods, his ears going red in embarrassment. How hard is it to enter the room? Just go up to him, talk to him, he wants this too. The Bostonian fights back the “geeze” on the tip of his tongue and manages to walk all the way to where Demo’s sitting and stand in front of him.
Demo casts his eye over Scout’s body appreciatively. “I dinnae think you’d actually come,” he admits, though he’s still grinning. He puts a hand on Scout’s hip, and Scout puts his own hand over it.
“I wanted to. I just.” He bites his lip. “I feel fuckin’ stupid for sayin’ it, but the alcohol makes it easier. I ain’t no chicken or nothin’, but this is just. It’s different, you know? I never been with an older guy.” His cheeks are bright red now, and Demo pulls him closer.
“You’ve been with younger lads, though?” he teases, and Scout shifts uneasily on his feet.
“Guys my own age. Just foolin’ around and stuff. Nothin’ serious,” Scout sighs, then realizes what he’s said and looks away. “Geeze, I feel like a goddamn virgin over here.”
Demo laughs again, putting a hand on the back of Scout’s neck. “No judgment here, lad,” he reassures softly, and Scout gives him a half-smile. With the encouragement of soft pressure from Demo’s hand on his neck, Scout leans down to kiss him.
In seconds they’ve moved to Demo’s bed, and it’s like when they’ve been drinking, with Scout straddling the older man’s hips and Demo running his hands over Scout’s thin body; and it’s different, without the tang of alcohol and with the added self-awareness. Demo can tell Scout is nervous; he’s more hesitant here than he is by the fire, and his hands shake the smallest amount. Demo does his best to calm him, stroking his back and kissing his neck, making sure to let his mustache tickle just enough to get the younger man to laugh. Once he does, Scout relaxes considerably, pressing himself full-length against Demo’s body.
The Scot grins against Scout’s skin and lets his hands wander down the younger man’s back and settle on his rear, giving it a firm squeeze. Scout moans, scooting down to kiss him again. Demo’s touches become more appreciative, testing the taut muscles and feeling them quiver under his touch. Scout is impatient, though, and rolls his hips firmly against the older man’s.
“Eager,” Demo teases, sliding his hands up and then down underneath Scout’s pants and underwear, squeezing his bare ass. “What d’you wanna do, lad?” he whispers.
“I wanna… f-fuck,” Scout groans, torn between embarrassment and desire. Demo slips a finger into the cleft of his ass.
“Got no slick here. D’you?”
“Shit, no,” Scout frowns, mentally cursing himself for not thinking of it.
“It’s alright,” Demo soothes, “I got another idea.”
They undress quickly, and Demo guides Scout onto his hands and knees in front of him. “Press your legs together,” he directs, and Scout does as he’s told. “Aye, that’s the way,” Demo sighs, admiring the muscular ass before him, swearing to remember to nick some lubricant from Medic next time he’s in the infirmary.
One large hand massages Scout’s firm ass, then draws back to smack it. Scout cries out, about to object, but then moans when the sore spot is rubbed tenderly. Smiling at the red mark he left, Demo spits into his palm and slicks up his cock, sliding it between Scout’s legs.
It is a strange sensation to Scout; not outright pleasurable, but not unpleasant either. Demo is certainly enjoying himself; his hard cock rubbing against Scout’s perineum and cockhead stimulated by sliding against the younger man’s balls. Demo makes up for any doubts Scout has, though, by wrapping one hand around the younger man’s cock. Scout whimpers, moving his hips counter to Demo’s rhythm, keeping up a relentless pace. Demo cries out every so often and strikes Scout on his rear. Each time he does, Scout moans in pleasure, previously unaware of the joys of mixing pleasure and pain. It isn’t long before the novel sensations and intimate contact after extended periods alone overcome them and they both spurt thick white cum between Scout’s legs, making a mess of Demo’s bed. They don’t care, though, collapsing against each other sweaty and sated, breaths heaving until their hearts can catch up.
Demo pulls Scout onto his side and spoons him against his chest, brushing aside damp locks of hair to kiss his neck.
“Was it worth waitin’?” he murmurs against soft skin. Scout smiles.
“It was worth more than that,” he grins, turning his head to kiss his new lover one more time before they both drift to sleep.
Oh, oh geeze. Yes, that was really nice. Hot and sweet and unf. There is never enough Demo/Scout.
Next act: Demo and Scout have more sex!
But first, I have to clean my keyboard.
We need more demo/scout
And more demo/everyone
Yesssss, my intercrural request? That was awesome, and some well-deserved Demo love too! Yum.
>>90 i did not know it had been requested, but im glad to have written something someone had been looking for!
and thanks guys :)
Wow, that was nice. And it was charming to see how sweet Demo was about it.
thank you. and people like lesbians right? lesbian heavy/medic for y'all:
Soft. That was the word that came to mind immediately when Heavy thought of her Medic. Soft eyes in the dim of their bedroom; soft sighs and gasps as she arched her back; soft hair around her vulva; soft skin between the folds of her legs. Heavy smiled as she threaded her fingers through the graying hairs, her great thumb pressing into wet, pink skin and nestling against the bulb of Medic’s clitoris, sliding against it and drawing one of those sweet, low moans from her lover.
“Heavy,” she calls, her voice nearly a whisper, and Heavy smiles up at her, knowing what she needs. A kiss to her inner thigh, to her mons, to her belly and breasts, and then she is stretched out beside the older woman, their tongues tangling together as Heavy sneaks a finger inside the doctor.
Medic groans into the other woman’s mouth and one arm reaches out to grip the Russian’s massive bicep. Her nails dig into taut skin, but Heavy only laughs, circling her thumb over her lover’s clit. Soon, Medic’s hips are bucking uncontrollably, and every muscle in her body clenches and relaxes, over and over, and she barely notices the dampness of Heavy’s blood under her fingernails as she collapses in boneless bliss.
Heavy lay beside her as the doctor caught her breath, placing short kisses over her cheeks and chin and watching her chest rise and fall. Medic merely smiled, eyes closed as Heavy’s hands continued to rove her body, extending her afterglow. “I love you, Doctor,” Heavy breathed against her ear, and Medic opened her eyes and turned toward her, cupping the shaved head in her hand.
“I love you too, meine schöne Liebling,” she replied, pressing long kisses to the younger woman’s lips. After a long a while, she pulled away and sat up. “Give me ein moment.”
Medic reached under their bed and pulled out a plain, black, leather box. Heavy grinned slyly, shifting her hips in anticipation. “You like this, don’t you, Liebe?” Medic asked, watching Heavy as she slid a finger seductively down one edge of the box.
“Open it, Doctor,” she said breathily, leaning closer to her lover.
With one final glance at Heavy’s excited face, Medic unclasped the gold latch on the case, opening it to reveal its contents: a ridged black dildo, black leather harness and a tube of lubricant. Carefully, Medic removed the tube and set it aside, then picked up the toy, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and stroking it.
“Do you want it?” she asked coyly, the moonlight from the window reflecting off the shiny black surface and her smooth breasts.
“Da, Doctor,” Heavy moaned, already moving to lie on her back, “please.”
Medic licked her lips, then set the box back on the floor and set about putting on the harness, slipping her legs through the straps and then pulling them tight to keep the toy just above her clit. She took a moment to show it off, stroking herself slowly, then climbed back onto the bed, crawling between Heavy’s spread legs.
“Do you want it,” Medic asked again, her breath coming faster. She had already picked up the lube and was about to pour some onto the dildo.
“Please, Doctor,” Heavy whined, wrapping her legs around Medic’s waist, “I want you inside me.”
“Gott, you look so beautiful right now,” Medic murmured, then used her hand to position the head of the toy at Heavy’s opening and pushed slowly inside.
Heavy cried out immediately, pressing her thighs into Medic’s hips. Medic groaned, moving as gently as possible, stretching Heavy out so that they could get a faster rhythm going. Medic’s hands moved to her lover’s large breasts, massaging them and circling the nipples with the pads of her thumbs.
“Doctor,” Heavy whimpered, her thighs quivering as Medic increased the pace. She brought a hand up to tangle in Medic’s hair and pulled her down for a passionate kiss. Medic could tell the younger woman was getting close, and she was as well, stimulated by the friction of the harness against her and the feeling of being inside her lover, even if indirectly. Her legs started to get sore, though, and she shifted her hips, penetrating Heavy deeper.
“Gospodi,” Heavy panted, breaking the kiss and letting her head fall back against the pillow, clinging desperately to Medic’s neck and shoulders. Encouraged, Medic moved faster, fucking Heavy as thoroughly as she could.
Heavy came with several harsh cries of “Doctor, yes, Doctor, please, oh God,” using her legs to pull Medic completely inside and stilling her movements. Medic gasped, feeling her own orgasm crash over her, muscles clenching in tandem to Heavy’s, legs and stomachs quivering against each other.
Medic finally pulled out a few minutes later, removing the harness and setting it on the nightstand beside the bed. With a sigh, she settled back down next to Heavy.
“I will clean that up in a little while. My legs are too sore right now. I do not know how the Mannsvolk do it,” she moaned, snuggling into Heavy’s side. The larger woman wrapped an arm around her.
“Am sorry, Doctor,” Heavy soothed, rubbing her lover’s arm.
“Oh, it is fine, Liebe. It is well worth it, to see you that way,” Medic grinned, turning to look up at Heavy’s face and bopping her on the nose. “Meine schöne Liebling,” she repeated, placing a kiss on her jaw.
“Moya vozlyublennaya,” Heavy replied, smiling sweetly and kissing the older woman properly.
Medic would probably fall asleep before she remembered to clean up, but that was fine with Heavy. She didn’t want to let her go, content to lie beside her like this forever.
Oh my God. Oh my God. I glanced at the description and saw "heavy/medic" first, and I thought, "Oh, okay, some good ol' fashioned mansex with everybody's favourite TF2 pairing--not the most exciting thing in the world, but it'll be a good read." And then I saw the word "lesbian" and almost choked on my food, and then the whole thing was just great, and, and yes. Always tf2 lesbians. Always. I thank you greatly for this.
Oh fuck, oh fuck yes I love lesbians. Beautiful. Very hot. Nnngh.
Unf. Oh yes. This was great.
thanks :) since y'all like lesbians, have some more:
Heavy lies on her back on the bed, legs spread, knees bent. Medic kneels between them, stroking the soft skin of her thighs affectionately. She places gentle kisses on the stretch marks on the insides of Heavy’s legs, then moves further up to her vulva, already wet with anticipation. Breathing deep her scent, Medic buries her nose in coarse brown curls, nuzzling her mons and chuckling quietly to herself when Heavy’s legs give a ticklish jolt. She pulls back and smiles up at her, then turns her attention back to her body.
Carefully, she spreads Heavy’s labia majora with one hand and uses the index finger of her other to trace a line down the center of her pussy, delighting in the warm wetness coating it. Heavy writhes at the teasing touches, urging Medic on with soft moans. Medic takes the hint, and leans forward.
Slowly, she draws her tongue over her labia minora, starting at her vagina and licking up to her clit. Heavy gasps, the sound uncharacteristically high and girlish, and Medic smiles, knowing the woman only shows this side of herself to her. She rewards her by lingering at her clit, moving her tongue in small circles over the hood and poking underneath it for brief moments.
Heavy’s legs are already shaking, tensing around Medic’s shoulders. Medic knows exactly what her lover wants, and she gives it to her, sliding a finger inside her. Heavy makes high, keening noises and grips the back of Medic’s head with one giant hand. Medic moves her tongue faster as her finger slides deeper, searching for the spot she knows will make her lover come so hard she nearly passes out.
“Doctor!” Heavy cries when Medic finds her g-spot, her toes curling as the other woman massages it, making gentle circles on the spongy flesh. When she starts to suck on her clit too, it’s too much, and Heavy almost screams, pulling on Medic’s hair as her thighs shake and her vaginal walls contract around the finger still inside her. Everything stops for a moment as she catches her breath from her orgasm, then pulls Medic up for a kiss when the doctor withdraws her finger.
“You exhaust me, Doctor,” Heavy chuckles, holding her lover close. Medic laughs in turn.
“Then it is a good thing we have no battles tomorrow, for I may decide to exhaust you again.”
Not so fun fact: The g-spot does not exist.
>>98 Not so fun fact: what you said is, in fact, not a fact.
On a more pleasant note, I loved this. Really wonderful.
lol >>98 tell that to the female-bodied people ive given g-spot orgasms to
Seriously. It's not a concrete thing, like the prostate. There is no discrete anatomic entity there.
I suppose the conclusion is not one-hundred percent, but it seems more valid to say there is no g-spot than to claim women have one.
>>100 No, thank you for making my day once again. I now seem to be unable to stop laughing.
>>101 gonna sound rude here but i dont care. i can find articles saying it does exist, and ones saying its still up to debate, but really. i. dont care. for some people with vaginas there is a spot on the vaginal wall that, when stimulated, causes powerful orgasms, and its usually referred to as the g-spot
>>101 Yeah seriously; a Google search for either "g-spot exists" or "g-spot doesn't exist" will turn up pretty much the same amount of results from reputable sources. Let's just focus on this fantastic fic instead of debating whether or not a fictional female version of a fictional Russian mercenary who exists in an alternate, impossible universe does or does not have an erogenous zone on her vaginal wall.
Okay, didn't mean to sound rude. I should have explained myself more in the first post. I just read a lot of science articles and remembered a new "development" in the debate some months ago and thought it was interesting.
And sorry, I forgot to include what a nice little bite-sized fic that was.
>>105 its okay it was just like... ??? oh well no hard feelings and thanks :)
seekrit fic cuz someone just liked it on dumblr and it made me laugh again
It was dark in the infirmary, silent but for the occasional beep or hiss of machinery, and the quiet sounds of heavy breathing. Heavy had Medic pressed up against a gurney and was pawing insistently at his coat, having trouble unbuttoning it while preoccupied with kissing the older man’s neck.
Medic obliged him, removing his gloves, then his coat, then his shirt and tie. Tugging at Heavy’s clothing, the larger man managed to pull away long enough to remove his bandolier, vest and T-shirt. Smooth, bare chests rubbed against each other, and Medic moaned wantonly.
“I need you, kuschelbär,” Medic whined, grinding his growing erection against Heavy’s thigh.
“Da, Doktor,” Heavy obediently replied, and all but ripped their pants off.
Completely naked, Heavy bent the similarly nude doctor over the gurney and smacked his bare ass. Medic moaned again, his ass already getting wet for his lover. Heavy smiled down at the dripping brown eye, then stroked his love truncheon a few times to get it fully hard. Once it was, he plunged it deep into Medic’s ass-pussy.
“Oh mein Gott!” Medic cried, reaching back to kiss Heavy’s lips. Heavy kissed him back, tongues intertwining like sentient sea slugs. Heavy’s longdog hit Medic’s prostate over and over, and each time Medic cried out for more, harder, deeper, mein Russian lunchbox of love. Heavy obliged, fucking the shit out of the old German doctor.
Finally, and with multiple swear words in several languages, they came together, spraying cum like a firehouse; Medic’s over the clean white sheets and Heavy’s deep in Medic’s love tunnel. Breathing like they had just run ten marathons, they collapsed together, cradling each other in warm arms. Medic may or may not have been crying a little.
“What is wrong, Doktor?” Heavy asked, noticing his lover’s crystalline tears.
“It is nothing,” Medic insisted, wiping at his eyes, “just that… that was the most beautiful lovemaking I have ever experienced. Truly wunderbar, Liebling.” He smiled weakly, burying his face in Heavy’s broad chest.
“Da, was very beautiful,” agreed Heavy, and he fell asleep halfway through the cuddling.
okay heres something more serious
“You dropped your handkerchief.”
The German stopped in his tracks, turning around and seeing a large, bald man holding out the delicate square of fabric. The light from the streetlamps gave him a kind of halo in the darkness of the city, and Medic cast an appraising eye over the other man.
“Danke,” he said as he took his kerchief back, stuffing it into the hip pocket of his coat. “Thank you,” he corrected himself almost immediately, remembering that he needed to speak English here.
“You are welcome,” the larger man replied, and Medic saw a glint of teeth in the dark. “You are German?” he asked casually, but Medic could see something in his face; some twisted desire, perhaps. The thought that this man may be judging his attractiveness sent a shudder though his body and straight to his groin.
“Ja, born and raised. I have only been here a few months,” Medic said conversationally. The larger man’s smirk grew wider.
“English is very good for such a short time,” he remarked, and Medic’s cheeks colored a little.
“I have been learning it for a long while. It comes with my profession,” he said defensively.
Medic tapped his foot. This man seemed to enjoy watching him squirm. Was this a game? Was the man interested at all,or merely toying with him; making fun of him? He decided to make a gamble, and though the other man was impressively muscled, Medic carried a switchblade in his other pocket, and was quite skilled at using it.
“We are not far from my apartment. Would you like to discuss it over drinks?”
There was a definite flash of lamplight over the taller man’s canines. “Da,” the Russian said simply, and followed Medic as he continued down the sidewalk.
A few rows down and they came to a respectable-looking brownstone, and Medic opened the door, allowing the other man to go in ahead of him. They removed coats and scarves and hats, setting them on the rack in the entryway, and Medic led his visitor into a parlor furnished with dusty antiques and strange medical paraphernalia. The larger man eyed some of the objects warily as he sat down, looking as though he expected the two-headed calf in a jar to start moving. Medic chuckled silently to himself and pulled out a bottle and two glasses.
“Do you like brandy?” Medic asked, pouring as he spoke.
“Da, is good. And you can call me—”
“No no no,” Medic cut him off, holding out a glass to him, “no names. Here, drink,” he nudged the glass at the other man again, and the Russian took it, but did not drink. Medic did, laughing shortly as he sat down on the loveseat beside the other. “You picked up my handkerchief,” Medic grinned, leaning back and crossing his legs as he drank. “Surely you must know what that means.”
The larger man studied the glass in his hand, then took a long sip. “Cannot always be sure,” he shrugged, and then his predatory attitude from the street was back in a toothy grin and a hand on the doctor’s knee. Medic took the other man’s drink and put both on coasters on an end table, and then turned back to him, leaning in close.
“Come come, a man of my age, living alone in a place like this? Surely you must have guessed,” he chuckled, deep and husky, close enough that the Russian could feel his breath on his face.
“We do here?” the larger man asked, and Medic barked out a laugh.
“So eager,” he smiled, running a hand over the other’s thigh, his thumb barely grazing the inside, “I like it. But no, come to the bedroom.”
Standing, Medic grabbed the taller man’s hand and led him up the stairs, down a hallway past two doors and into a third. The bedroom was small and plainly furnished. The bed frame looked new compared to the furniture downstairs, though some paintings of flower vases on the walls looked older. Medic noticed him staring and shrugged. “Some old things from meine Großmutter. Ignore them. Sit,” he commanded, pushing gently on the giant’s shoulder for emphasis. The giant complied.
“So you like Germans?” Medic asked, unknotting his tie and draping it over the dresser, “what do you like about us?”
“You accent. It make me very… what is word? Hot,” the larger man confessed, and Medic moved close enough that the other man could put his hands on his hips.
“Oh, ja? Do you want me to speak the whole time?” Medic smirked, unbuttoning his vest. The taller man pulled him closer.
“I want to hear you scream,” he rumbled, squeezing Medic’s ass, “beautiful, profane things.”
“That can be arranged,” Medic smiled slyly, slipping off his vest and unbuttoning his shirt much more quickly, “provided that you please me.”
“Anything you want, as long as I hear that voice,” the Russian promised, pulling their hips together finally, feeling their growing erections through the layers of fabric. Medic chuckled darkly.
“First, I want you to get undressed.”
The larger man jolted, feeling silly for forgetting something so simple, but he was undressed down to his underwear in no time, and Medic reached out suddenly to grab the cock visible through the thin cloth.
“There is something in the way,” he whined, pressing himself into the other man’s body and nipping at his earlobe. The taller man shuddered, then reached down, undoing Medic’s belt and fly. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of pants and underwear, then pushed them down. Medic moaned open-mouthed against his neck at the feeling of his erection pressing into his temporary lover’s warm belly. He couldn’t help move his hips slowly against him, hissing at the feeling of coarse hair rubbing against his cock. “Almost there,” he encouraged, and the taller man pulled his own underwear off, his thick cock gently slapping Medic’s thigh once freed.
Medic slid a hand down the larger man’s chest and stomach, then slipped his fingers around the shaft of the other man’s erection. “Oh,” he sighed appreciatively, “big boy. I cannot wait to have it inside me.”
“Do not have to wait,” the other man growled, lifting Medic off of his feet and laying him down on the bed. Climbing on top of him, the larger man spread Medic’s legs and crawled between them. Their cocks rubbed together and Medic cried out.
“Wait,” he said hoarsely, “just a moment. In the drawer, to your left, condoms, Vaseline.”
“Da,” the Russian nodded, pulling out a small tub and a wrapped condom. He studied the package for a moment, comically small in his large hand. “Do we have to?” he begged, but Medic’s face was stern.
“Yes. I am a d—I mean, it is necessary. Bitte,” he said authoritatively, and the larger man pouted but unwrapped it and put it on, then smeared a generous amount of lubricant over his cock.
“Do you want?” he asked, teasing the doctor’s entrance with his cockhead. Medic moaned.
“Yes,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around the stranger’s neck.
“Want to hear you beg,” the larger man growled, and the sound went straight to Medic’s cock.
“Yes, bitte, please, please fuck me. I need your giant Russian cock in my German ass, please, pl—Gott!” He nearly screamed, stretching and spreading himself open as the Russian slid in easily, filling him in a way nothing else could. “Oooh, Gott, ja,” Medic groaned, wrapping his legs around the other man’s hips, urging him to start moving. He did, slowly at first, but soon picked up a relentless pace, fucking the doctor mercilessly.
“Say you like it,” the stranger rasped in Medic’s ear, and Medic gripped his shoulders painfully tight, digging his short fingernails into pale flesh.
“I love it, oh Gott, I love it. Fuck me with your fat cock, fill me up, oh Gott, bitte, Hea—”
The larger man turned his head to kiss Medic fully on the mouth, driving his tongue in deep. Medic could barely respond, so overtaken by pleasure at the feeling of the larger man hitting his prostate over and over. When the kiss broke, Medic’s head fell back and he cried out, cumming over their bellies. The larger man was not far behind, filling the condom, still thrusting into Medic even as it started to slip off. They stayed in that position for a few long moments, just catching their breath and hanging on to the last remnants of their orgasms.
Finally, the giant rolled to the side, lying beside the doctor. “Sorry,” Medic said softly, turning to kiss the other man on the cheek, “it was reflex.”
“Is alright, Doctor,” Heavy sighed, “I have said your name before. Is natural.”
“Ja,” Medic agreed, his eyes slipping shut.
“But… do we have to use condom?” he whined, lower lip stuck out in a childish pout.
“Yes, it is part of the illusion! What sort of strangers bareback it immediately?” Medic countered.
“The kind who fuck after seeing one time on street,” Heavy shot back, his pout becoming more pronounced. Medic groaned.
“Fine. We do it your way next time,” he acquiesced, rolling so his back faced his lover. Heavy took it as an invitation to spoon.
“And when were you going to tell me you put up your grandmama’s paintings?” he asked, his breath tickling Medic’s ear.
“I did not think it was important,” Medic grumbled, and Heavy laughed.
“I think they look nice,” he soothed, kissing the nape of the doctor’s neck.
“Danke,” Medic sighed, settling into Heavy’s strong arms.
“You are going to sleep, Doctor?” Heavy asked gently.
“Ja, it has been a long day and you have worn me out,” he smiled, and Heavy squeezed him affectionately.
“We wear each other out,” he amended. “Good night, Doctor. I love you,” Heavy whispered, kissing Medic’s neck.
“I love you too, mein Kuschelbär,” Medic replied, and within minutes, they were both sound asleep.
Oh my, that was hot hot hot and and it turned so sweet at the end. Lovely.
Have you ever thought of writing as comical sex scene as possible?
>>110 thats what >>107 is haha
Heavy rubbed his face along the thick hair that covered Medic’s chest, smiling as the strands tickled his nose when he took deep breaths of that scent that was uniquely Medic. His hands roved over the other’s torso, brushing his fingers through the trail of black curls that led down to his penis but not quite going all the way there yet, focusing on the doctor’s round stomach, tracing gentle circles over the warm skin.
Medic, for his part, humored his enthusiastic lover, wondering silently how anyone could be so enthralled with his unimpressive body, but he smiled all the same as Heavy kissed patterns over his pectorals and down to his abdomen, sparing a stray lick or nip when the spirit took him.
The younger man made his way down Medic’s body slowly, tracing every dimple, every old scar, every mole and freckle. He made a map with his hands and mouth, memorizing every perfect detail of his lover’s skin and muscle and fat. He kissed his belly button, down to the juncture of leg and pelvis, feeling the soft folds with his tongue. He covered soft thighs with giant hands, feeling the firm muscles under the sagging skin. He kissed a kneecap, relishing the small laugh Medic admitted when his fingers brushed the back of the joint. He followed the lines of calves down to long, thin feet and kissed the soles, rubbing the ball of one against his cheek, and looked up at last to see the doctor smiling down at him.
“Mein Geliebte,” Medic whispered, and Heavy smiled back at him, kissing the tip of each toe, taking the largest into his mouth and sucking gently; a foretaste of what was to come.
“мой возлюбленный,” he whispered back, and moved back up Medic’s body, settling into the sheets between his lover’s legs, no longer teasing as he bowed his head and took the doctor’s length into his mouth.
Medic cried out, full-throated and heaving with passion as Heavy sucked him. The German lifted his legs to place his heels on Heavy’s back, pressing into broad shoulders for leverage as he thrust shallowly into that wet heat, and Heavy met his motions with practiced grace, a rumble of contented laughter deep in his chest sending electric vibrations through Medic’s body to his very core.
Heavy’s hands did not stay still, clutching Medic’s thighs and moving up to squeeze his rear, sometimes pushing him up so that he could take his whole length into his mouth, not letting Medic pull back out until Heavy was satisfied with the sounds and the feel and the taste of him. Letting some of his saliva drip downward over the doctor’s balls to his perineum, Heavy scooped it up and used it to slide his finger inside his lover’s entrance.
That was all Medic could take. He fisted the sheets tightly as he came, spilling down Heavy’s throat as his hips bucked and stomach spasmed. Heavy took it all, swallowing still around the older man’s thick cock, tasting the bitter saltiness on the back of his tongue. When he sat up, watching Medic lie bonlessly catching his breath, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, gathering whatever had dripped out.
The doctor looked exhausted, sweaty hair plastered to his forehead and hairy chest heaving as the high of his orgasm ebbed away. Heavy merely watched him for a long moment, his eyes soaking in the details of his face, wrinkles forming around his eyes and the corners off his mouth, round beads of sweat caught in the creases of his brow, eyelashes fluttering against his lower lids as he fought to stay awake. This Medic was so unlike the Medic of the battlefield, drenched in blood and maniacal laughter, but he was Medic all the same; the Medic only Heavy got to know, in the dark of their bedroom where their teammates dare not tread. He smiled to himself, to have such a beautiful secret.
“Come here,” Medic said finally, opening his eyes just a crack and holding his arms open for Heavy to settle into, and the giant did, stretching out along the doctor’s side and scooping him into his arms, holding him tightly, safe in his embrace. Medic shifted until he was comfortable, then buried his face in the crook of his lover’s neck. Heavy listened to the gentle breaths that cooled his heated skin, and pressed his nose into the doctor’s hair, inhaling the familiar smell the older man took on whenever they were intimate. He smiled, placing a kiss to the spot.
“I love you, Heavy,” Medic mumbled, as close as he could get without being pulled inside him, “so, so much.”
“I love you, Doctor,” Heavy replied, lulled by the German’s even breaths, “more than anything in this world.”
Humiliating. That was the only word for it: naked, tied up, forced to kneel, her pert breasts pointed toward the ceiling and covered with angry red lines from being struck with her scantily-clad employer’s riding crop. Utterly humiliating.
And Miss Pauling loved every second of it.
“What did I say about using company surveillance for personal reasons?” the Administrator boomed, slapping the stiff leather against her gloved palm. Miss Pauling faked a wince.
“It’s against company policy, ma’am,” she recited, wishing she could push her glasses up her nose, but as her wrists were bound behind her back, she was out of luck. Helen smirked, enjoying watching her squirm.
“And what is worse than using surveillance equipment for personal reasons?” she hissed, her gloves cracking around her knuckles.
“Using it to watch one’s superiors,” Miss Pauling replied, biting her bottom lip in anticipation.
“Watching them doing what?” Helen pressed, tapping one high heel impatiently.
“Undressing,” the smaller woman gasped out, a shameful blush covering her cheeks.
There was a sharp snap as the crop made contact with her left breast, and Miss Pauling cried out in surprise.
“And what were you doing as you watched, Miss Pauling?” the older woman intoned, watching her with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Touching myself,” she admitted quietly, looking at the floor of the control room.
“The technical term, Miss Pauling, and look at me when you say it.”
Miss Pauling’s eyes went wide, but she did her best to keep them focused on her boss as she whispered, “masturbating.” The Announcer laughed dryly.
“Was that enough?” she taunted, lifting her assistant’s chin with the tip of the crop.
“No,” Miss Pauling admitted, her cheeks and ears burning with her blush.
“What do you want instead?” Helen asked, leaning down closer to Miss Pauling’s pretty face. The brunette swallowed nervously.
“To touch you.”
“Be specific, Miss Pauling,” she chastised, pushing her backward a little with the tip of the crop. “You cannot use your hands at the moment anyway.”
“I want—” she fought down the blush that traveled down her neck, feeling the blood rush to regions below as she stated her desires. “I want to eat you out.”
Helen’s smirk grew into a wide grin.
“That, I can work with.”
Straightening back up, she stood with her crotch at Miss Pauling’s eye level, watching the younger woman’s arms strain against the tight rope at the subconscious urge to reach out and touch. Instead, Helen lifted her skirt, revealing her lack of underwear and her already damp pussy. Miss Pauling licked her lips. Helen traced the crop gently across her cheek.
“Go on, then,” she ordered, and her assistant dove in.
The angle was very awkward, and not having use of her hands made the task even more difficult, but Miss Pauling was determined to do her best to please her lover despite the humiliating position. Tilting her chin upward, she nestled it between the older woman’s labia and sought out her clit with her tongue. The little bulb tasted musky, bitter and sweet at the same time, and she took it into her mouth, sucking gently as the Administrator’s hand tightened in her hair.
Labored breathing and wet smacking sounds drowned out the constant buzz of machinery in the small room, and soon Helen added moaning to the mix when Miss Pauling stuck her tongue inside her. The smaller woman was moaning too, getting off on her position; her utter surrender to such a powerful woman, and pleasing her.
Helen came soon after, curling her body over her assistant’s head, pulling her hair from the tie that kept it in a perfect flip. Miss Pauling shuddered and sighed as she felt her own peak, constantly amazed that she could reach it without being touched. No other lover had been able to do that for her.
But then, no other lover had fulfilled her desires, dark and twisted and demeaning as they could be, the way the Administrator had.
Absolutely wonderful, great pairing a shame we don't see more of it.
Oh yess this pleases me
I would much rather see Ms.Pauling in a more sensual relationship, but this was hot too.
heavy/medic/scout for my friend's birthday
“Breathe, little one,” Medic crooned, running long fingers along Scout’s sides. The runner took quick, shallow breaths as his hands curled into fists on the sheets, trying his damnedest to relax as Heavy’s huge cock slid into him. “Breathe,” Medic repeated, kissing the tiny tears that formed at the corners of Scout’s eyes.
“I’m tryin’,” Scout said through gritted teeth. Heavy did his best to soothe him, rubbing one huge hand in circles over the youngest man’s stomach as he moved in and out of him. It seemed to help, and Scout let out a few soft moans to counter the pained grunts that had accompanied most of this exercise.
It was a learning exercise—Scout knew the older men to be in an intimate relationship, and, curious about his own sexuality, had gone to them for advice. What started as embarrassed conversation and gentle ribbing had turned into sensual exploration, until eventually the three of them wound up in the bed Heavy and Medic shared, naked and touching and explaining and learning. By God but Scout was learning.
“Maybe you shouldn’t’a started me out with freakin’ cockzilla, here,” the American joked, his eyes open just a crack as Heavy pushed further in. The Russian grinned, though, as he felt the smaller man open up. The way was easier now, and Scout’s breathing had become deeper. Medic could see the change in his demeanor as well, and decided to pay him a different kind of attention.
“Perhaps,” the German agreed, “and I can see the pain has left you wanting,” he reached down and fondled Scout’s limp penis, “but I can help with that.” He kissed his way down Scout’s hairless chest, smiling at the difference from Heavy’s. When he made it down to the runner’s pubic hair, he paused to look up at him. “It is meant to feel wonderful, and it will,” he promised, then bent back down to take the head of Scout’s cock into his mouth.
Scout bit his lip with his buck teeth, eyes going shut again and head tilting back against Heavy’s shoulder as he concentrated on the feeling of the doctor’s tongue, his hot mouth and practiced hands. He got hard rather quickly thanks to his youthful eagerness, and a loud moan escaped him as Medic took more of his cock into his mouth. When the head touched the back of the German’s throat, Scout screamed.
Heavy was quick to cover that scream with his lips, kissing the youngest man deeply as he began to thrust faster. Scout had to pull away from the kiss to catch his breath as the doubled sensation, the mixture of pain from being stretched and pleasure from Medic sucking him and Heavy hitting his prostate overwhelming him. His body couldn’t decide if it wanted to come or pass out, and as a result his muscles spasmed and jerked, and all he could manage was a strangled “too much, too much.”
Heavy pulled out, relieving much of the stimulation, and Scout was free to focus on Medic’s attention, lifting his hands from the sheets to pull on the German’s perfectly groomed hair. Medic took it as encouragement and sucked harder, wrapping his tongue around the shaft and taking him further into his throat. Scout bent forward, wrapping around the oldest man’s head, barely able to warn him before he came in his mouth.
Medic drew back with a satisfied smirk on his face, licking his lips before leaning up to kiss the dazed American. Scout returned it lazily, and was perfectly willing to be laid out on his back while he recovered from his orgasm.
Dimly, Scout could see and hear as Heavy turned his attention to his doctor, stretching him and fucking him until they came together. Scout scoffed quietly at how loud Medic moaned, obviously much more capable of taking Heavy’s giant cock without pain. He probably should have insisted Medic be the one to fuck him instead, but maybe, he thought, he could convince him to next time. If he could convince them that there would be a next time, that was.
The older men set about cleaning up after themselves, and Scout didn’t object when Heavy spread his legs and wiped a warm washcloth over his entrance. When things were tidy, Medic settled in on Scout’s left, and Heavy on his right. Breaths slow and eyes already closed, Scout smiled lazily as his lovers kissed his cheeks. “Thank you,” he mumbled, sighing contentedly.
“Do not mention it,” Heavy chuckled, draping an arm over the other men.
“Ja, it was a pleasure,” Medic agreed, lacing his fingers with the Russian’s. “Now get some sleep, little one.”
“Ain’t little,” Scout grumbled to laughter from the others, but he settled in all the same. “G’night.”
Now there's something you don't see everyday: Scout saying 'Thank-you!'
It was really nice and cute.
I'm a big fan of your entire thread actually. Your work always puts a smile on my face annnnd is also incredibly sexy. )I hope your friend enjoyed their birthday present!)
Sunlight filtered through the drawn shades of Medic’s bedroom window, causing him to crack one eye open. Slowly he woke up, reluctant at first, but then he felt warm arms tighten around his torso.
“Good morning, Doctor,” Heavy rumbled behind him, voice hoarse from sleep. He kissed the German’s ear and neck, and Medic chuckled as the younger man pushed his body flush against his back and he felt the other’s morning wood.
“Still excited, are we, Leibe?” he teased, rubbing his bare ass against Heavy’s erection. The Russian groaned.
“Cannot help it, around you,” Heavy confessed, kissing at the nape of his neck.
“Then we should put that excitement to use, ja?” Medic breathed, nodding his head to the tube of lubricant still laying on the nightstand from last night, and Heavy grunted out a “da, Doctor,” before reaching over him to grab it, slicking up his cock, and pushing in.
Medic groaned pleasantly, opening easily for his lover. Heavy wrapped a massive hand around the doctor’s hip, and Medic placed his own hand over it, lacing their fingers together. When Heavy slid his other hand under Medic’s body to stroke his chest, the doctor drew it up to kiss each knuckle before letting it drift back down to tangle in his chest hair.
The pace was slow, as both were still groggy. Medic lifted a leg as Heavy slid his between them, gaining better leverage to thrust, in and out, each motion drawing long, satisfied sighs from the German.
“Oh, Heavy,” Medic moaned, “you feel so good. Oh, Gott.” He moved gently against his lover, enjoying drawing it out; being this close was a treasure, and it need not always be hard and fast. He kissed Heavy’s fingertips, laughing softly as the Russian tickled the back of his neck with his nose.
“I love you, mein Schatz,” Medic murmured, groaning as Heavy’s thick cock slid inside him again, rubbing against his prostate.
“I love you, moya golubchik,” Heavy replied, and with a gentle nip to Medic’s shoulder, he began moving faster.
Within a few moments, Heavy was pounding Medic’s ass relentlessly and both were crying out in ecstacy. Medic reached back to grab Heavy’s head with one hand, turning them both so he could kiss him until he was paralyzed with pleasure. Heavy moved the hand on Medic’s hip down to wrap around the doctor’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
They didn’t last long once it got intense, and Heavy felt hot cum dripping down his hand as the doctor climaxed, and felt rippling muscle contractions as he came deep in Medic’s ass. Heavy continued to rock his hips for a while longer, milking every bit of his orgasm as Medic clung to him desperately, panting for breath.
Heavy didn’t pull out once their afterglow began to fade; Medic wouldn’t let him, pulling his hips tight against him with one hand. Heavy had no complaints, content to keep spooning Medic for the rest of the day, if that was what he wanted.
“Now I do not want to get out of bed,” Medic whined, wiggling his hips slightly. Heavy’s cock twitched.
“Is your own fault, Doctor,” Heavy admonished without venom, kneading his lover’s hip.
“I know,” Medic confessed, turning his head to look into Heavy’s eyes. “I prefer it this way,” he smiled slyly, and Heavy laughed, kissing the doctor’s lips and wondering if he would soon request round two.
So cute, so very sexy! Morning snuggly sex is the cutest, most honest thing, and you captured it perfectly. I enjoyed seeing Heavy throwing out an endearment in Russian, as it's not often seen in fanfic for some reason.
i forgot to say thank you last time THANK YOU GUYS!!
here heavy has a big ol' dick
“A-aaah, fick, you are so big. I forget sometimes… how much bigger it feels inside me.”
Medic bites his lip as he lowers himself on Heavy’s massive member, eyes half closed in that fine mixture of pain and pleasure. Heavy steadies the doctor with huge hands on his hips, watching his cock disappear into that eager ass.
“But Doctor likes, da?” Heavy teases, moving his hips the tiniest bit and causing medic to gasp.
“Oh, ja. The feeling,” he moans, nearly all the way down, “of being filled by you. It is,” he sits fully on Heavy’s cock, “intoxicating.” He grins as he adjusts to being stretched so wide. Heavy chuckles darkly.
“Have you ever been with man so big?” he prods, running his hands down smooth thighs and back up, teasing the doctor’s growing erection with his thumbs.
“Nein,” Medic hums, starting to move, “none have come close. You are the übermensch,” he smirks, and Heavy rewards him with a snap of his hips. Medic lets out a full-throated groan.
“Show me you appreciate,” Heavy commands, squeezing Medic’s hips almost painfully. “Ride me.”
“Jawhol,” Medic replies, and fucks himself on Heavy’s hard cock, steadying himself with his hands on the Russian’s broad chest. His own erection slaps against his stomach as he bounces in his lover’s lap, and Heavy matches his pace, pounding relentlessly into Medic’s tight asshole.
“Fuck,” Medic gasps as he nears his peak, and without warning he grabs Heavy by the neck and pulls him up, forcing his tongue into the giant’s mouth and kissing him for all he’s worth. “It feels so good,” he groans when they separate, “your fat cock. It feels so good inside of me. Like it belongs there.”
Heavy grunts in reply, shoving them into another kiss. His hips move faster and in a few moments Medic is coming over his stomach; white semen mixing with black belly hair.
Heavy growls a few words in Russian and bites Medic’s lower lip as he comes inside him, and Medic cries out when he tastes warm blood. It completes him, and he falls against Heavy’s chest even as the other man continues to fuck him, milking the last of his orgasm out and feeling cum drip down their thighs.
They collapse against the pillows; Medic wrapped tightly in Heavy’s arms, draped over his chest like a great rag doll, completely spent. Heavy takes a turn for the gentle, stroking the German’s hair and kissing his forehead as the older man begins to drift to sleep.
“It belongs there?” Heavy asks curiously, still pressing lazy kisses to Medic’s face.
“Ja,” Medic breathes, snuggling against him, “because I am yours,” he lifts his head to kiss Heavy’s lips, “and you are mine.”
“Da,” Heavy smiles, closing his eyes and smiling happily, “moya golubchik.”
“Mein Kuschelbär,” Medic replies, nuzzling Heavy’s cheek, “get some sleep. We have work in the morning.”
“Da, Doctor,” Heavy agreed, kissing Medic one last time before surrendering to post-coital exhaustion.
I love every single ones of these. Keep 'em coming. :)
Bravo, joe, bravo.
You made me get extremely turned on and extreme warm fuzzy feels in such a short little oneshot.
Life. God you're good.
thanks guys :) heres a continuation of that heavy/medic/scout thing i wrote for my friends birthday
“I knew this’d be better,” Scout grunts, sitting on Medic’s lap. The doctor is lying on his back, trying to tune out the obnoxious running commentary, but his expression seems pleased nonetheless. Heavy is hovering, trying to find a place for himself, then settles with his cock in front of Scout’s face.
“Suck,” he says flatly, holding his dick in one hand, pointing it in the direction of the runner’s mouth.
“Hey hey hey, you can’t just ask me to do that. Ain’t you got no manners?” the American tuts, moving Medic’s erection slowly in and out of his ass.
“Please,” Heavy amends, and Scout smirks.
“Now was that so hard?” he replies, and leans forward, wrapping his lips around the head and his hand around the shaft of Heavy’s massive member.
Because of his inexperience, Scout scrapes his teeth along Heavy’s sensitive cockhead. Heavy recoils, slapping Scout gently on the back of his head.
“Stupid,” he growls, “put lips over teeth. Otherwise it hurts.”
“Oh,” Scout mumbles, rubbing his neck, “didn’t think’a that.” Regrouping, Scout stares at the gargantuan cock again, then pulls his lips inward, licking them and taking Heavy’s dick back into his mouth. Heavy approves this time, rewarding him with soft moans and gentle stroking of his hair.
“Much better,” Heavy reassures, petting Scout softly. Scout murmurs around his cock, sending pleasant vibrations down the shaft. Heavy groans, thrusting shallowly, as Scout can’t take much more than the head.
“Why did you stop?” Medic murmurs from behind, noting that Scout had stopped moving to concentrate on Heavy. The German grunts in annoyance. “No matter,” he sighs, then starts moving his hips, fucking Scout hard.
The American moans, no longer sucking Heavy’s cock, but still breathing heavily on it. His hand is loose, and Heavy frowns, grabbing it with his own and moving it for him.
“Should have made sure you were ready before fucking two grown men,” Heavy chastises cupping the back of Scout’s head but not pulling him forward. “Maybe next time, you will be able to take both at once.”
Scout doesn’t respond with words, instead moaning semi-apologetically as Medic pounds into him, overwhelming his senses. He moves his head to the side, resting his forehead on Heavy’s thigh, clutching his hips tightly with both hands. Heavy can’t help but smile at him lopsidedly, still petting that soft hair.
“Maybe,” Scout pants, “m-maybe next time I’ll top you, old man.” His grin lasts less than a moment as Medic picks up his pace with renewed vigor.
“‘Old man’?” the German taunts, “I will show you who is old.” Heavy laughs quietly as Scout’s face is contorted in bliss. Within moments, the American spills his load on Heavy’s thigh, and the Russian shivers at the sudden warmth.
“You come too fast,” Heavy laughs, stroking Scout’s hair as the youngest man catches his breath.
“You guys don’t let up! It’s hard not to,” Scout whines, lifting his hips off of Medic’s lap.
“I wasn’t finished,” Medic huffs, but Scout’s already moved away.
“Well I am. You two… do your thing. I’m wiped out,” Scout sighs, flopping onto his back.
“Ach, verdammt junge,” Medic growls, but turns back to Heavy. “Come here, liebe, before I get blue balls.”
“Da, Doctor,” Heavy grins, taking up Scout’s position in the doctor’s lap, but facing his lover. He rides Medic’s cock fast, and Medic wraps a hand around the Russian’s member, jerking him in time with his movements. Before long, Medic comes inside the younger man, still thrusting and stroking until Heavy finishes with a hoarse cry.
Once they’ve caught their breath, the two older men get up to clean, and Medic throws a washcloth over Scout’s face when he sees him starting to doze.
“Hey what’s the big idea?” he mumbles sleepily, using the cloth to wipe himself.
“You’re lazy. Next time I expect you to help, not just fuck and fall asleep,” Medic frowns, taking the cloth back from Scout once he’s done.
“Sorry,” Scout says sarcastically, rolling over in bed to face the wall. Medic sighs in frustration, but Scout is hiding a grin; he’d said “next time”.
Oh my god Joe never stop.
And if I may inquire: are you planning to write more of the Medic/Scout/Heavy because I for one wouldn't mind seeing more of it.
My OTP is Scout and Sniper But Scout / Heavy / Medic just became my favorite threesome thing, and I've never really liked threesomes before.
I am going to agree with the two people posting above me. Would love to see more of Scout/Heavy/Medic, and while I've never been a fan of threesomes in the past, I really, really like yours. Mmmm...
Loving your threesomes, Joe. Your Heavy/Medic is my favourite thing ever, and I adore the way you write Scout, so putting it together is just awesome. Plus, I really enjoy that your Heavy always has a really huge dick. Big guys with big dicks are very relevant to my interests, and I love when people write Heavy as being ludicrously hung.
ahh thank you guys :) im really glad you like it. this isnt porn but its related to the heavy/medic/scout so i thought id throw it up here anyway
”I dunno if this was such a good idea,” Scout mumbles, uncharacteristically nervous as he sat on the edge of the round booth bench, picking at his menu. Heavy let lose a rumbling chuckle beside him, patting his back as Medic chewed on his straw while looking over his own menu.
“Do not worry, tiny Scout,” Heavy soothed, “people here know not to comment or fight. Doctor and I come here often with no trouble. It is fine.”
Scout kicked his feet impatiently. “It’s one thing when it’s just you an’ the doc, it’s different when it’s… Well, me,” the American muttered, chewing his lip. “I’m probably young enough to be your son or some shit, people will think you’re corrupting youth, or, shit, I dunno,” he sighed, “just, like, don’t touch me, okay?”
Heavy frowned, removing his hand from Scout’s shoulder, and the younger man looked down guiltily.
“Heavy is right, you worry entirely too much, Herr Scout,” Medic chimed in, not looking up from his menu. “Even if Heavy were not as imposing as he is, the townspeople hold a certain level of fear and respect for mercenaries. They may scowl but they will not speak, or try to harm us.”
“That ain’t what I’m worried about; I could knock out any chucklehead who tried to mess with us, but I don’t…” he pulled a face, “I don’t want ‘em thinkin’….”
Medic put his menu down and looked the youngest man in the eye. “Are you ashamed of us, Herr Scout?”
Scout’s eyes went wide. “I, I, I—” he stuttered, looking back and forth between the two older men, “I—no? But it’s different!” he interjected, frantically trying to explain himself, “it’s different when we’re alone and we’re fuckin’ around and everything is so quiet and nice and just…. But then you take me out in public and people are starin’ and judgin’ and I just… Maybe I wasn’t ready for this yet. Maybe I… I don’t fricken’ know.” He finally admitted defeat, folding his arms on the table and burying his face in them. Heavy wanted to touch his shoulder, but let his hand hover for a moment before remembering he wasn’t supposed to touch him, and put it down. Medic heaved a deep sigh.
“Should I come back?” a waiter asked, eyeing Scout’s prone figure. Scout whimpered pathetically, hoping the man hadn’t heard too much of their conversation.
“Nein, he is just being a baby,” Medic huffed.
“I ain’t bein’ a baby,” Scout shot up, not willing to let his pride be damaged further. “I want chicken nuggets and fries,” he said to the waiter, and Heavy and Medic tried to contain their giggles. “Man, fuck you guys,” Scout mumbled, pouting as the other two men ordered.
Dinner was eaten in relative silence. The two older men spoke quietly every once in a while, laughing softly and touching each other’s arms. Scout shot them annoyed glances when they got too close, but mostly just sullenly pushed his nuggets around with a fry, taking a bite every so often.
When they were finished, Medic paid and Heavy thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. The waiter saw and Scout cringed, pulling his jacket back on and using it to cover most of his face. His lovers paid it no mind, however, putting their own coats back on and stepping out into the chilly December night.
Heavy had a soft spot for Christmas, so they decided to do some window shopping before returning to base. Scout kept his hands shoved firmly in his pockets as they walked, trying not to pay attention to how Medic was wrapped around Heavy’s arm.
Minutes passed as they looked into shops, finally coming upon the town’s lone toy store. Medic tugged on Heavy’s arm and they stopped, watching a model train circle mountains of toys on its track.
Scout stood a few steps behind them, alternating between watching the window and watching them. Medic leaned his head on Heavy’s shoulder, emboldened by the empty streets. Heavy wrapped an arm around the doctor’s waist. Scout’s heart stung a little.
Stepping up beside Heavy, Scout started at his unoccupied hand, hanging by his side. Chewing his lip again, Scout pulled a hand out of his pocket and edged it toward that hand. Before he could touch it, though, he felt his gloved hand become enveloped by the Russian’s. Scout looked up to Heavy grinning as he squeezed his fingers.
I didn't know I needed that until now. Thank you Joe, don't you ever stop.
“I ain’t bein’ a baby,” Scout shot up, not willing to let his pride be damaged further. “I want chicken nuggets and fries,” he said to the waiter
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“Hey, move over,” Scout whispered, nudging Heavy’s shoulder to make room for him to climb into bed. The giant snorted in his sleep, slowly lifting his fists as he opened his eyes, then lowered them when he saw who it was.
“Scout?” Heavy asked, only to be shushed by the American, but it was in vain as he heard Medic turn over.
“Was ist los?” the German whined, too tired to reach for his glasses.
“Is Scout, Doctor,” Heavy replied. Scout flopped onto the mattress and buried his head in a pillow, waiting for the lecture.
“Scout? What are you doing here?” Medic asked, squinting at the younger man’s turned back.
“Nothin’. I don’t wanna talk. Just go back to sleep, alright?” he shot back, hugging the pillow tighter. Medic exhaled sharply through his nose.
“You come into our room, into our bed, and then you have the audacity to talk back when asked a simple question? You are the—”
“Doctor, shh,” Heavy soothed, putting a large hand on his lover’s arm. “We are tired. We discuss in morning, da?” He kissed the older man’s temple. “Go to sleep, moy golubchik.”
Medic frowned but nodded. “Fine. But do not think I will forget in the morning,” he insisted, then laid back down. Scout sighed in relief.
In the morning, the smallest man was somehow laid out across the other two; his head rested on Heavy’s great chest, and his legs were sprawled across Medic’s lap. As sunlight began to filter through the windows, Scout snorted and turned over, kicking Medic in the process. The German woke with a grimace.
“Scout,” he grumbled, grabbing the American by the scruff of his neck and shaking him until he woke up.
“Whoza what I swear Ma he started it! Oh. Mornin’, Doc,” Scout said sheepishly, untangling his long legs from the older man’s and sitting up as Heavy roused from sleep. Medic stared at him with unfocussed eyes. Scout would’ve found it cute—Medic looked so handsome without his glasses, it was a shame he couldn’t see a damn thing—if not for how terrifying the doctor looked, even half-asleep.
“Are you going to tell us why you came?” Medic asked, his tone what Scout imagined he would use on a young child, if he wanted said child to shit his pants in fear. “You never stay the night. Even when we make love, you are often gone before morning. Why the sudden change of heart?” He cocked an eyebrow in suspicion. Scout rubbed his arm. Heavy put a hand on the youngest man’s hip.
“I…” he started, pursing his lips for a moment before continuing. “Last night was… It was weird, I’m not gonna lie, but it was… It was fun. Bein’ out with you guys. Once I got more accustomed to it, I felt… Good. Safe, even,” he bowed his head, “maybe.”
Medic sighed. “I take it this is an apology for acting like a child at dinner?”
“C’mon, I ain’t a child, I’m just not used to this! First I’m fuckin’ dudes and then those dudes are takin’ me out to eat? It’s—it’s a lot, okay?” Scout pleaded, sounding more sincere than he had since the three of them had met. Suddenly, he found himself wrapped in two sets of warm arms, a kiss planted on his forehead and another on his shoulder.
“We know,” Heavy rumbled behind him, his huge hands rubbing circles on the American’s stomach.
“We do,” Medic agreed, stroking his back. “We will not push you. You are safe with us,” he said in Scout’s ear, then placed another kiss on his cheek.
“I know,” Scout replied, sagging between them, wrapped in their arms, and he felt safer than he ever had.
It wasn’t love, but it was so much more than sex, than even friendship, and while what it implied still frightened him, he knew that nothing could hurt him as long as they were by his sides.