Easy

Author's notes:
This is for the Kink Meme.
Joga requested Heavy x Soldier preferably with manly fighting.
I am a derp for taking so long to deliver.
Thanks Owl Tiem for beta reading for me.

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Just before Heavy delivered a blow that sent him to the floor, Soldier desperately tried to remember what the fight he was engaged in was over.

He didn't understand the wrath that had been directed at him from the moment the large man had entered the room, slamming the door behind him while he ranted and raved without stop. The only thing he did recall was his own anger that welled in his chest when a formidably large finger came to jar his helmet back.

It was such a small gesture, but was all that was required to get him going.

Thoughts turned to white when his head hit the floor with a loud metallic clang, chipping tile on impact.The larger man stood over him regaining his breath; Soldier stared from from behind his helmet, perceiving Heavy only as a mere silhouette now that the hulking man was back-lit. The last blow Heavy delivered had left his nose bleeding, and he wasn't sure if it was contact with the floor or the punch itself that contributed to the ringing of his ears.

It all seemed utterly fruitless now that he lay sprawled on his back in defeat, but still he tried to recall why they were fighting.

He tried hard to remember the reason why he'd challenged the angered man, stance rigid and proud as he tried to size up the Soviet. So foolish and arrogant, as he stood up to a much larger and much more powerful opponent, his hand giving the unmovable figure a hard shove when the Russian stepped forward, closing the gap between them. Heavy grew more agitated at the defiance, his voice swelling to new heights as he continued the verbal tantrum, soaking the Soldier in spit from his blared voice, the revulsion at the action apparent as Soldier began to shout to meet the other man's ferocious actions. Heavy's accent, rich and heady from emotion, removed any possible coherency from what he said, which only seemed to fuel Soldier's own momentum.

It boded ill for the argument, and much like the reasoning as to why he was now on the ground, it was lost on him on whom had thrown the first punch.

His teammate, still looming overhead wiping blood from a split lip from his massive chin, continued to stare down at the fallen man. Soldier couldn't help but crack a pained lop-sided grin, which made Heavy's brow rise. He could not hold back his mirth as he had managed to get a good hit in this time. Oh yes, there were many times he was laid out with the man above him with nothing to show for it, and many times before had the man before him stared down at him with an odd kind of curious regard, with a face still carved and reddened with rage and exertion after winning the fight.

It was funny how often Soldier found himself on the floor like this these days.

Soldier, like always, shut his eyes when the larger man knelt. His teeth gritted at the sound of Heavy's breathing changing. The anger in his breath was still audible, but mutating to something much different and oh so familiar in ways that still made Soldier uncomfortable. He grew tight and rigid at the feeling of large hands on his chest, causing the fight to pool in his abdomen - along with other, more complex and unwanted emotions. Soldier's fists rose for one last act of defiance as he lashed out to strike the hulking figure in frustration, earning him a short laugh from his tormentor before he was restrained.

When Heavy bent down over him, the larger man's stubble scratching against Soldier's neck, his body stilled and stiffened. His helmet made turning his head difficult when he tried to pull away from firm lips pressed on his throat, and he couldn't help but shudder when the sucking turned to a hard bite. All he could manage were small curses and labored breathing as the familiar sting on his neck seemed to drive a healthy pulse between his thighs. His body was reacting too fast, he realized, and desperately he tried to collect his mind in order to regain the composure that is quickly dissipating. Body thrashing and a steady stream of profanity beginning to stream from his mouth, he started to writhe violently underneath the bigger man.

After all, Solider has always been and will always be a man that refuses to be "easy".

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