1 . Name: Dr. Scuffles @ 2011-08-30 22:43

Imma just leave this here...

Warnings: Hey look guys it's an actual thing as opposed to me popping in saying something snarky and then sinking back into the deep! It's got no plot to hold it down. Also, a barely-working knowledge of Sasha. Inspired by a ygal post of beauty. Forgive my lack of efficient formatting for now, I've never been very good at chanposting. I'm lucky I know how to open my emails.

Now then. To the porn.


Medic wasn’t sure when, exactly, it was he’d lost his mind.

“Aaah-”

He decided he didn’t care.

He’d had a little too much to drink, was the problem, he and everyone else. He’d told Heavy he was going to bed and the Heavy had kissed him goodnight before returning to drunken checkers with Demo. He’d entered their bedroom, fully prepared to drift off into the comfortable sleep only a good bottle of scotch could give him.

“a-Aaaah-”

This was clearly not the case.

It had just been..sitting there, on the low sturdy table Heavy used for cleaning when time was short or someone else was in resupply. His gun, his Sasha. Possibly the only thing Heavy loved more than Medic. It made him mad as hell.

“Nn. Mmm.”

Which didn’t quite explain why he found himself naked, straddling said chaingun and rubbing some rather important parts on its long muzzle. The alcohol did wonders for his sensitivity; he barely had to move and his skin was humming. Occasionally he’d get trapped a little between the rotating barrels and he whined, thrusting until he’d freed himself.

It was the thought of dominating the gun, perhaps. The gun that terrified everyone on the battlefield each day, the gun that formed another arm for Heavy. The gun that he’d given up sex for.

And yet Medic couldn’t help the thought that the gun was having him.

“Ah-ah-aaaa-”

It only made sense. Another part of Heavy that wanted him. Another part that owned and protected him completely. He winced as the head of his cock was caught deliciously in the barrels. He jerked backwards and the motion caused him to rub down the oiled length, pressing down against the warming metal.

“Sasha,” he panted, a little delirious, hot with alcohol and arousal. “Heavy..”

The door opened.

It was a testament to how truly drunk Medic was that he hadn’t heard Heavy’s footsteps. It was further testament that he turned his head, saw and somewhat acknowledged that the Heavy was there, and just continued moving.

Heavy stared.

Sasha.

Doktor.

Sasha and Doktor. Medic was whining with each little movement, hands gripping the handle behind him, head thrown back.

Heavy wasn’t quite as hammered as Medic, but his normal reaction- which might have ranged from ‘get the hell off my gun’ to ‘now I have to clean it again’- was smothered by the sheer desire to fuck Medic into unconsciousness.

He got right to work on that, closing and locking the door before shifting around in front of Medic and Sasha. He unzipped and pulled himself out- filling, but slowly. He casually grabbed a handful of Medic’s hair and pulled him forward, forcing the German to swallow him.

Medic choked, gurgled, and moaned.

“Move.” Heavy commanded, and Medic’s hips returned to their steady rhythm, the Heavy fucking his mouth with a mathematician’s precision. The room warmed and the only sounds were the slap of flesh on flesh or flesh on metal and Medic’s tiny cries. Heavy swore and pulled back. Medic whined.

“Turn around.” Heavy growled. Medic did so without question, shifting on the little table so that he was on all fours just above Sasha, presented dutifully.

Heavy grabbed his hips and slammed into him. Medic screamed and tightened his grip on Sasha’s upper handle. The Russian was ruthless with his pacing, grinding Medic down against the gun. Medic, head on his forearms, could do nothing but moan pathetically.

“Bitte,” he panted when Heavy changed his angle. “Liebe, bitte-”

Heavy wrapped two huge hands around Medic’s sides. “Come.” He said. “Come for me and Sasha.” He forced Medic down against the gun, hard enough that his testicles were almost stuck and that was it-
Medic screamed and came, streaking both himself and the chaingun. He tightened almost unbearably and Heavy groaned through his own climax, lifting Medic up as he stood and pulling him free of the gun. Medic twitched and whined as Heavy pulled out.

The Russian collapsed back onto the bed, bringing his Doktor with him. Medic curled around him, purring, kissing everything he could reach. Heavy just laughed.

“next time,” he said, eyes already growing heavy, “Sasha fucks you.”