1 . Name: a bag of dicks @ 2011-11-12 11:43

this is a very overdue gift fic, moy the requester enjoy this.

Sorry for the double post
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It was raining outside, the wet drops pelted against the roof of the warehouse the Heavy was sitting in, carefully cleaning his prized weapon, gingerly wiping down her bare mechanisms, taking away the carbon that accumulated there.

The battle had been long today and ended in a stalemate, despite the numbers the RED had shipped in earlier that day. He didn't even know which classes had arrived, only that they had done so mid battle, still much too late to turn the tides. He thought they had acquired some Scouts, another Soldier and maybe two Engineers. He hadn't stayed at the main base long enough to find out, deciding he didn't want to listen to any of the Soldiers yelling. He would much rather spend his time on his weapon.

Here, in this large warehouse filled with nothing but dusty tables and crates, he had all the time in the world to do just that. No one entered the warehouse by the back, not since he had thrown one of the Scouts out the window when he wouldn't leave him alone. It was a surprise then, when he did hear the small door opening and the quick patter of wet shoes come across the floor.

"Aww, jeese, I'm fuckin soaked..." Heavy glowered at Sasha as he quickly put her back together. The scouts that were usually stationed here often stole things from him. They knew better than to steal anything from his gun, but he took no chances with his Sasha.

He re-attached her casing before the Scout turned the corner. When the Scout saw him a toothy smile appeared on the boy's face. "Yo! I thought I saw ya on the battlefield!"

Heavy grinned as he pushed his crate back from the table. "Ah! leetle Toby!" Heavy cried, turning around and opening his arms as the Scout launched himself at the Heavy, falling into his hug. Heavy laughed as the crate under him groaned at the added weight.

It had been a while since he had seen this red headed scout, 5 months maybe. It was good to see him again. "You have been keeping out of trouble, da?"

"Keepin' out of trouble? Buddy, I am trouble!" the Scout said pulling back. "Ah shit, got ya all wet," the Scout said grinning, leaning back on the Heavy's lap, legs on either side.

"You are more wet than me, little man. Should take off shirt so do not catch cold." Heavy grinned wolfishly, tugging at the hem of the boy's shirt. It really had been too long.

Toby wasted no time with taking off his shirt, always in a rush,. He appreciatively ran his hands along the boy's lean muscled sides and up behind his back.

The shirt was thrown away from them, landing wetly against a pile of crates before it landed on the floor. The Scout's dog tags jiggled as Heavy ran one hand up behind the boy’s head, bringing him up roughly into a kiss. One of the boy's hands rested on one of Heavy's shoulders, the other had snaked its way behind his head, holding him there.

They parted soon, the Scout bringing his mouth long the Russian's neck and shoulder, mumbling as he made his way down. "Fuckin' missed ya. "

The Heavy laughed as the Scout tugged on the collar of his shirt, stretching it in his haste for more flesh. "Scout, take time, been a while," the Heavy chuckled, pushing the scout back to remove his shirt, despite what he said.

"Slow down? Ain't no way, man. You got any idea how boring it gets with no one to mess around with?" The boy said yanking the shirt over the Heavy’s belly, which jiggled as he laughed, raising his arms and arching his sore back as best he could to make it easier on the boy. The shirt joined the other as the Scout continued his assault on the Heavy. Starting at his neck, then trailing downwards along his chest and over his ample belly. The Scout stopped at his crotch, hovering over, breathing hot air on the now too tight clothes.

“Tell me ya want it, big guy. Tell me ya missed me,” the Scout said, running a hand along the Heavy’s thigh.

“Da.”

The Scout smirked as he made quick work of the fly and shoved his underwear aside as he put his mouth to good use. Heavy leaned back and enjoyed the sensations. He was always good with his mouth, a very talented cocksucker. There was a tugging on his legs.

He looked down at Toby tugging down his pants with one hand, Heavy smiled as he lifted his hips, unexpectedly driving up into the scouts throat, causing him to gag.

“Fuckin hell, Cough, watch it. Your not small ya know?” The scout said, coughing as he whipped drool from his face. He took the time to fully pull down the Heavy’s pants and underwear.

Heavy, by this time, had grabbed his tin of gun grease. “Here, take time. Been a few months. You don’t take time, you don’t go.” He said warningly. Though the scout just smiled toothily as he grabbed the container and began to work.

There is nothing better, the Heavy though, than having someone finger you and suck on your dick.

Toby was sloppy in his prep, constantly saying things slurred together or too low for heavy to make out with his thick accent. But he could still tell when he was being talked dirty to.

“Enough, better put those hips to use, da?” Heavy said, dragging the boy’s mouth off his cock. The scout only grinned as he leaned over his large lover, using one hand to angle himself.

“HEY!” Heavy froze at the voice. Both turned to the left, where another wet scout was standing, brandishing his fist. “The Hell you think your doing chuckle nuts?” He yelled.

Both boys WOULD be assigned to his base at the same time.

“The hell do you think I’m doing? Get lost.” Toby said, gripping one of the Heavy’s thighs. The other scout wasted no time before attacking his teammate, knocking him from his kneas.

Heavy swore lightly under his breath as the two boys tussled, throwing insults back at each-other along with punches. As fun as it was watching them fight, it was killing the mood. He grabbed Toby, who was sitting on the other Scout and yanked him off, letting him dangle as he grabbed the other before he could attack the other.



“Enough, there is no need to fight.” He said as he out himself between the two.

“Hell no, first time in months I can get laid and another Scout gets it.” William said, wiping the blood from his split lip.

“Fuck you! I was here first. Come back some other time loser!”

Heavy only growled as he felt himself growing soft from lack of attention. “How about this.”, he finally said. “A race, between you two. First one to make the other cum can have a go.”, The Heavy suggested, hands resting on each of the boys' chest.

The two glared at each other, eyes narrowed. In a sudden explosion of energy, they met, all teeth and tongue and groping hands as they half wrestled, forcing the Heavy to back away and bring his arms out as one over balanced the other and they started to fall. Heavy looks around, there, in the corner is an old looking tarp on the ground, probably dusty, but suitable. “Wait wait, Stop. Go there, to corner.” Toby took one look to where Heavy had indicated, and gave his counterpart a sharp shove, sprinting for the tarp. Heavy caught the other before he cracked his head open on the ground. William growled as he launched himself forwards, “that’s cheating!” he yelled, following his counterpart, shedding his shirt and undoing his belt as he ran.

Heavy leered as William tackled Toby to the ground on his stomach and pinning the smaller boy and biting down on his neck. It was nice, seeing two good looking you men wrestle the cloths off of each other.

Heavy glanced towards the low crate where his weapon and supplies lay, He grabbed the gun grease as he made his way over to the two boys who had by now stripped each other of their cloths completely, except for Toby’s socks, and were fighting for dominance. George ended up stitting on top as he ground their groins together, one hand pinning Toby's hands together above his head, the other was attacking the boy’s chest. George cried out at a particular hard twist. “F-fuck.”

“Yeah, you like that don’t you?” George said, going back to the boy’s neck, arching his back.

Heavy made himself a comfortable spot on the ground, enjoying the show the two boys were putting on. Both were young, and excitable. It wasn’t a surprise when Toby came first, chest heaving and with a cry.

He laid sprawled on the ground, gasping for air as his jizz cooled on his stomach, George was grinning at him. “Haha beat ya!” He said, turning his attention to the Heavy, whose pants were only hanging on one leg, his underwear hiding inside. One hand was stroking himself languidly, the other was busy fingering himself. George’s cock gave an interested twitch as he watched the Heavy, with him laying on his back it gave both Scout’s quite a view.

“Jesus Christ.” The victorious scout said as he closed in on the Heavy, sloppily kissing the older larger man while using one hand to guide himself in, immediately setting out a quick pace.

Heavy let himself recline on his elbows, never taking his eyes off the Scout, who was trying to set an even pace, but couldn’t quite get there. One giant hand moved and pinned the Scout’s hips to his own, forcing him to stop, allowing Heavy to take in the feel of someone inside him. Oh how he had missed this. The Scout let out a wine, trying to move his body. He held him there for a few seconds, watching the Scout strain, before looking over to Toby, who was already recovering.

Ah, the vitality of youth. “Toby, come here.” He beckoned, reach out with his other hand pulling the boy closer by the thigh when he got within rang. He admired the thin uncut cock, already semi-hard.

“Fuck , let me move already. You’re killin me!”

He took the other scout in his mouth, allowing the boy to grasp his head and control the pace. Toby moaned as he stared down at his cock moving in and out of the Heavy’s wide mouth. “Damnit.”

Another wine issued from George, who tried to fruitlessly to move his hips, giving out another sound of anger, though he wouldn’t admit it later. Heavy could feel him shift inside.

Finally, he let the hand restraining George drop, and he wasted no time, spurred on by the muffled groan from the Heavy and the loud encouragements from Toby, it was over fast, leaving the Brown haired Scout in a boneless heap on top of the Heavy. He gave him a few moments to recover, enjoying the smaller weight, before bucking his hips.

“The fuck?” The Scout groaned, looking at him, unable to say anything, he bucked again, hoping his erection could get some attention. He grumbled, but moved down, and started to lazily suck the Heavy off. He groaned and the was all it took for Toby, who came with a wine and a drawn out swear. Toby laid down beside his older lover, going in for a kiss as he settled.

It wasn’t long before Heavy finished messily on belly, he pulled the other Scout up to rest on his other side, enjoying the after glow, and planning on repeating this again sometime soon, as often as he could, or at least, until he is transfered out.