It was safe to say he was jealous, maybe even a little obsessive as of late, but it wasn't like there was much he could do about it. The smaller man filled his head thoughts like a woman fills a pot with water when cooking a meal. Even now, with his hulking form hidden in the shadows, eyes trained on the small opening in the doorway the thoughts filled him.. only it wasn't just thoughts anymore, there were feelings too. Wants, needs, cravings, all these things filled his oversize body and lead to the stalker like behavior he was currently possessing.
A nice, deep moan came from the other room and Heavy had to bite his bottom lip. How he wished he could be the one that caused Medic to moan in such a way. But as close as they were, they were no closer then brothers would be, the german's heart belonged to someone else. He'd never felt anything towards the spook, and he had no idea what his comrade saw in the frenchman, but right now he was so envious of the two of them there was no words to describe this type of jealousy. But he was not the type to try and purposely break them up. All the gentle giant could do was sit in the shadows, so very alone and pining for the one thing he could never have.
A dual moan and a dimly lit shadow moving down told him that they had finished and Spy had bent down to give the doctor a kiss. Leaning forward just a bit, the Heavy strained his ears to hear what it was they were whispering to each other.
"Mon ami"
"Ja?"
"I love you.."
Heavy never heard the others answer that was enough, that was TOO much, practically eating his bottom lip to keep from saying anything the big man turned and snuck away as quietly as his his heavy frame would allow. But he didn't return to bed, returning to that standard issue mattress that just barely fit him would do nothing for him. He couldn't run to Sasha either, all she would do is suggest a rather gruesome death. No, instead he ran to the one person he always knew he could count on. Sandwich had never steered him wrong before. Even if it did mean he'd gain more weight and bring himself one step closer to death, he didn't care. It was better then this crushing sadness and the lonely feeling he got every time he watched them.
Heavy had just sat down to enjoy his third sandwich when he heard footsteps. Looking up to see who had joined him in the kitchen, he was surprised to see the medic standing in the doorway. His hair was a mess, most of the scars on his body were hid by the lack of light, and those glasses were perched on his nose in such a way that it hid how tired he was after that little bit of night time fun. But what caught Heavy's attention first was the fact that he was standing there in nothing but his boxers, blue cotton with little syringes decorating the fabric.
"Oh, Herr Heavy, vhat are you doing up so late?."
"Sandvich"
"Oh, vell don't eat too many..I am just here to get one for mein Spy."
As the doctor walked away Heavy took another angry bite of his sandwich. That hope in the back of his mind flared, he just had to wait a little longer, the frenchman would get tiresome and the medic would be looking for something more. When that day came Heavy would be there and then he would be the Medic was making sandwiches for, he'd be the one Medic made love to, he'd finally be the one Medic could call his. Once that day came, he'd make sure the Medic would never turn back.