Medic would be displeased with himself to find he'd ended up on top of the giant again that morning, using him as a mattress with his fingers buried in chest hair, but still wasn't one to deny physical pleasure and stayed put. He just groaned in complaint. He had seriously never awoken so close to a human being before, much less twice, but still refused to accept this as evidence that he cuddled for else than show. That thought was entirely too fluffy for his nature. Annoyed, he reached up to bat Heavy's face in case he wasn't awake yet. He wanted to put it out of mind by starting the day gnawing an aware victim's face. In a very un-cute, un-cuddly way.
"Hrm?!" The bigger man twitched awake and after two seconds of wandering his gaze found the German. "Good morning," he mumbled and yawned. What an odd way to wake him. "Doktor cuddled again," he muttered and wrapped his arms around the older man on top of him. He seemed to be very forgiving, even after being woken up so roughly. Just another habit making Medic the man he was.
"I am not cuddly," denied the healer, and started biting the other's mouth. He figured it didn't take long to prove his point and the aggressive action got his blood going faster than last time, so he stopped them shortly and ran a hand over some of the nastier lingering scratches in noting, "You look terrible. You did not heal at all?"
Misha winced when the doctor started abusing his scabs. His neck, shoulders and arms were still red and purple from last night. "Doktor took medigun. Did not have enough time to heal," the Russian notified. The German had snatched the machine from him as soon as he could move again and inhaled the healing beam. True enough, the giant could have used it after Dietrich was done, but he had thought he'd do fine even without heals.
Now a dark smirk graced the doctor's lips. "Vell zhis is familiar...I control zhe healing. How much does it hurt?" A set of nails grazed threat over one of the sensitive areas before the fingers pinched instead. "How about you make sounds for me for a change? You make rumbles far less zhan I do anyzhing. Or...zhere is an idea. I vill not heal you at all unless you touch me in front of everyone. Und I don't mean your little cuddles. I mean it as a real gute grope down zhe pants."
The giant's jaw clenched when the doctor pinched him. Where was all this violence coming from this early in the morning? "Alright. I will touch Doktor. Can you stop now?" Heavy asked, wishing his lover could give him even the smallest of breaks. He just woke up. "Is dis because you cuddle me again? You climbed on me soon after you fell asleep. Is dis revenge?" he asked. Medic had spent the whole night on top of him and Misha reckoned he was only upset with himself because of this.
Looking satisfied, Medic relented. "It is vengeance, but I am not cuddly. It is for getting away wizh demanding so much from "Kitten"." Yes, that was it. He sat himself up and ran fingers through his hair, remembering something he didn't bring; damn it, he wasn't used to planning for a sleepover. "Ach. Do you have..? Vell no...I guess you wouldn't have a brush. Vell. My hair shall have to be messy. Does it make me look as mad as I am? Should I vear goggles wizh it?" In another marvelous mood swing, he turned his face endearingly for joking critique.
Misha rolled his eyes at the wit. No, of course he didn't have a brush! The hairiest part of him was his crotch and he wasn't very active brushing it.
The image of Medic with messy hair and goggles made him smile. "Would look like a flier," the younger man chuckled. He kind of liked the German's bed hair. It made him look wild. Of course the man was wild even without messy hair, but compared to how much effort the healer always put into making himself look important, it was a refreshing change.
A tut of laughter. "Flier? For a mad scientist airline perhaps." With that the doctor got off of the other and skipped straight to stretches and exercise. When he was fit, dressed and they both were leaving, the pair happened to meet Demo coming out of his own room. The Scot looked a bit sleepless as he avoided looking at the scruffy duo. Medic's eyes widened and he glanced to Heavy. "You have a neighbor? I should visit more often." Could his face be expected to be anything but perverted? Last night was suddenly a lot hotter.
The cyclops mumbled something under his breath. Dear God, he did not need more nights like the last one. Perhaps he could trick Scout into switching rooms with him. Then the boy would be staying in between Heavy and Pyro. He only needed to think of something inviting enough to get the rabbit to take his place.
"Da, you should," Misha agreed with the German, although he did feel sorry for Demo. For someone as colorful as him, the cyclops looked quite pale.
Speaking of Scout, Miss Pauling and the director both were sitting as far as possible from him at breakfast. The girl was overseeing the turtlenecked man, and the man didn't want to listen to another syllable about how great the runner was at being great. By the time the runner had been escaped it had been dark, and finding the reserved engineer to talk to had been a massive relief.
Seeing the two at the table, Medic was behaved again. He was professional enough to stay settled in front of the people who ensured his salary, and he could always be groped in spawn. Only a polite greeting went to the visitors. Miss Pauling thought that for as mannerly as the doctor was, he could really stand to loosen up. Everyone else was glad he was so tame.
"Ah, you!" Director raised his hand and waved at the German. "I would like to have a word with you after your…uhh, how should I say it…workday..?" He didn't really think the term described their murderous slaughtering, but to keep things sophisticated he preferred it to "massacre". The man stood up and walked over to the healer. "You are a medic, I understand? I want you to make a mental list of what you love about this job the most, and in turn, what you hate. What is the simplest task, what is difficult. Simple enough, yes? We shall have an interview later this afternoon, hopefully in your infirmary. I want to see your working environment," the man explained. Surely someone who healed people for work wouldn't be as painful to interview as the others.
Face dull and uninterested, Medic shrugged, "Ja. Zhat should be fine. Vhenever you want, come. I vill be ready." He wasn't going to touch or do anything in front of Miss Pauling, but perhaps that was better. The director would likely be lured into false security.
The man in black cast a curious gaze over the mussed hair on the German, but soon forgot it as he saw Heavy's state. "What on Earth happened to you?! Do you wrestle bears on your spare time?" Even more interesting events surrounding the giant refusing to talk about them! Medic took the opportunity to sit and smiled to himself over how the others were putting it together themselves.
"I used to," Heavy replied, giving a longing sigh as he remembered all those happy winter days when he and his sisters used to go out for some hunting. They would find the biggest bear and race to see who would give it the final stroke. Of course, as a good big brother, Misha always let his sisters win. Thinking of this made him homesick and the smile on his face was sad.
All of the other mercs knew where all the marks had come from, but decided not to spoil the surprise. They wondered what the German was going to tell the man anyway. Hopefully Medic wasn't going to scare him to death.
Medic was interested to hear that. As the other sat he asked, "You wrestle bears? Zhese are details you did not mention zhe ozher day. Vhat else have you been keeping from me?" The German had shared tons. Granted he was a bit chattier, but Heavy should know he would have liked to hear about something so exciting.
"We hunted bears for food. Is nothing interesting," the big man shrugged. For anyone else such news would have been interesting, but since Misha used to do it all the time it had become part of his everyday routine. "My sisters and I hunted dem. Dey always wanted to get the kill…" He chuckled weakly. One could tell he really missed that. "Did not think it was beeg detail," he added, glancing at the doctor.
"It vould seem everyzhing you do is interesting," mentioned the healer, "Brutal, unusual, complimentary, challenging…it is all fascinating detail. Besides, I told you so much vhen my early life was so boring. You have clearly held out. I like zhe rugged." Well obviously, being so very into Heavy, but Medic certainly had no stories of wilderness to tell. He could only offer one of gaining tamed doves, though that one was pretty funny.
"Doktor is interesting. And I don't know what else I could tell…" Misha realized the director was still listening and shut his mouth. He was not going to reveal any more details in front of the annoying little man. "I will tell later," he murmured, quietly enough so only the German heard him. Honestly, he wasn't sure if there was anything else to tell anymore. Medic already knew the most important things about him.
Medic didn't want to talk in front of the cameraman either and understood perfectly. He was glad to learn more about what the giant was like at any point there would be less annoyance and ate quietly. After that it was off to a granary in the badlands for today's mission. Five checkpoints to be yo-yoed back and forth just like with the foundry, so it would probably take a while even though über now existed. It existed mirrored after all.
The director had gone to scope the location under Miss Pauling's watchful eye, so while he buffed Scout with the Quick-Fix, Medic cleared his throat expectantly. If it was expected to be a long battle he could definitely use something to tide him.
While they prepared for battle, Misha remembered his promise to Medic. His rough hand grabbed the doctor's groin and squeezed. He wanted some healing, too.
Needless to say the rest of the team was nothing less than disgusted. Scout screamed how someone needed to pop his eyes and unfortunately Soldier took his wish literally. The runner screamed some more, bumping into walls blindly and cursing all the gods he knew. This was not his day.
Engineer had long since stopped trying to calm his teammates down. No matter how he tried, the outcome was the same every time. He let the boys have their fun, although by the looks of it all of them were not having as much fun as others.
Still doing his pre-round healing, the doctor moaned and pressed a sensual grind back against Heavy. "Uuuhnn…I said down zhe pants…I am not sure vhat you want zhis way." He also couldn't stop grinning at the boy making as much of a spectacle of himself.
Demo laughed loudly at the boy. "Oy, ya been askin' me; now ya knoe firsthand whot tha's lahk, eh?" Describing what it was like to lose an eye wasn't something he liked doing, and though this didn't involve a cursed book, it might shut up any further inquiry.
Soldier just stood tracking the boy and wondering why he was complaining about getting exactly what he asked for.
Pyro was holding his gut and crying with mirth over everything. He bumped Engie and tried to share his thoughts about how great his new friends were.
"I want all the heals," Misha grinned, obliging. Surely he would receive some extra beams from the medigun if he gave the German something nice in return. Maybe he didn't literally want them all, but perhaps he could team up with the doctor more than last time. This map looked like a good place for them to go together. It was mostly open and there were no intels to capture.
"MEDIC! Doc, c'mon, man!" Scout kept shouting, knocking Sniper over as he stumbled all over the place. "Just friggin' heal me already! What gives?! I'm hurt here, man!" he demanded, blood flowing down his cheeks. He was a rather pitiful sight.
Engie could only nod and give the masked man a shaky smile. He wouldn't really have described their teammates as "great", but if the firebug liked the show, he was entitled to that.
"Oh, all of zhem. Aren't you greedy," the healer grinned back at the giant as he kindly pointed the medigun to the man behind him. "Are you saying I should not try to make sure Scout survives zhe rushing ahead he is so fond of doing? Because despite zhe distance to mid, I zhink you are persuading me…" He might have to start a charge over since he'd picked the Quick-Fix to keep up with the rabbit, but if Heavy kept digging those fingers under his beltline he didn't think he'd mind. A bit of pity was starting to be felt for the boy, though. He was such a sorry sight floundering aimlessly like that. "Here, jungspund," he summoned, and when Scout found his way over he grabbed the youngest by the jaw. "Gute. Now apologize. Zhen I vill heal you."
"Okay! I don't remember what I did, but I'm sorry! I regret everythin' I've ever done! Now would ya PLEASE just friggin' heal me?!" The boy kept shouting. Screw apologies, he needed the goddamn medigun on him NOW! The kid didn't like the hand on his chin, but was willing to stay put for the German if the man needed it to give him his eyesight back.
Heavy hummed. "Doktor can heal leetle Scout. Is okay." he nodded approvingly. He didn't mind his partner switching every once in a while, as long as he didn't completely abandon Misha like he had done on the previous day. This map was way better for keeping the healer completely to himself.
The hand was more to keep the runt still so Medic could drink in the injury, and he would have preferred if Scout recalled insulting he and Heavy moments ago, but he was pleased enough with such begging and simpering to let go and grant healing to the runner. Watching the eyes fill back into their sockets curiously, Medic cast to the cyclops, "Herr Demo…zhis beam does nozhing for your eye, ja?"
Demo scoffed and stepped over to lift his eyepatch pointedly and mention, "Don't ya think thaht's the first thing Ah'd-a thought of after gettin' a magical health beam put on meh the first time? A course it bloodeh doesn't!"
Well that was a lovely first sight for Scout after re-gaining vision.
Medic stared scrutinizing at the vacant socket with only a "hm" before concluding, "So zhe healing only vorks on damage zhat hasn't scarred over completely; alright, vell it was worzh questioning. It is gute to know." He got ready to follow Scout like Heavy had obliged to let him. Scout didn't look like he wanted to stay near Medic this morning.
"Actually, Ah've been thinkin' o' somethin'. Just a li'l test, ta be honest," Engineer admitted, stepping closer to the healer. "If Ah lose a limb, the beam automatically repairs the damage, no? But, if Ah have somethin' replacin' the lost body part...will the beam still try ta heal the flesh? Have ya ever thought about that, doc?" The Texan spoke his plan, his voice dead serious and even curious. He wasn't any sort of a mad scientist, but just like Medic, he also liked experimenting. Pushing limits, so to speak. He wanted to hear the German's opinion about the issue in case he had one. The shorter one was willing to bet the healer hadn't faced such a situation before.
Medic turned to the short man with a raised brow and intrigue. He had not, in fact, considered the possibility of prosthetics into the equation since no one here had one and he'd only expected to be regenerating limbs. "You sound like you have somezhing in mind. I have not zhought about zhat. It sounds like somezhing to try. Are you vanting a proszhetic?" Any invitation to dismember was also welcome. He hoped Engineer would let him perform the attachment procedure if he did want one. A second time he appreciated being around another, though less wild, scientific mind.
"Nah, just a li'l somethin' Ah've had in the back of my head...no worries Doc, Ah'm sure Ah'll be fine by mahself." Engie tipped his helmet. He appreciated the offer, but knew all too well how much the German fancied these kinds of projects. He was afraid the taller one would enjoy it too much and for that he was willing to complete the whole surgery himself. It wasn't such a big deal in the end, was it?
The doctor stepped up to the shorter man and loomed with a somehow imposing friendly smile. "Ohhhoho, Engineer...you cannot suggest to me a new idea in my field und zhen not let me take part in zhe experiment. Besides, do you know how to amputate? I didn't zhink so. I look forward to anozher collaboration, kamerad." An also friendly hand was placed to the laborer's shoulder. There was no worming out of this one.
"U-ummmh..." The laborer's face turned a little awkward. "No, it's okay...Ah mean, I have read some medicine in school...really, Doc, perhaps it would be for the best if Ah-augh..!" The shorter man winced when the doctor's gentle, friendly hand suddenly gripped his shoulder, burying the man's fingers painfully into his flesh. It seemed he had truly woken the German's interest.
Misha, on the other hand, was far from pleased with how much Dietrich was paying attention to the tiny man.
An amiable little laugh. "Reading is not zhe same as practicing. A proper guide would be helpful. You vill tell me when you are ready to enact zhis experiment." He clenched even harder to bruise the other's shoulder pointedly before the laborer was saved by the announcer telling everyone to move. The battle was starting. Medic gave Engineer a stern look before latching onto Scout before he could escape and accompanied him to the middle point. They arrived in tandem with the other runner, who immediately blanched and started retreating from the one who had a healer. RED Scout was cocky and pursued against Medic telling him not to. Then rockets started coming down from atop the freight containers stacked around the point. The two had failed to notice the other BLU who had made it to the point quite fast by jumping above everyone and Medic cursed Scout as he was granted the first death of the match.
Heavy jogged forward, soon left behind by everyone. It was annoying to be the slowest one despite being the strongest. He wanted to be where the action was, and more importantly, he didn't want to see his lover running off with the others. Misha couldn't help his slowness or his heavy weapons, but the German could have still stayed behind with him.
"C'mere, cupcake!" RED Soldier barked at his counterpart, reloading his cannon for another attack. "Incomiiiing!" Sniper shouted, seeing the BLUs approaching the middle point. He made himself useful by taking out their Demoman.
Annoyed that he had to make the same run right after he'd just made it, Medic mumbled to himself on his second way to mid. Scout really needed to learn to protect him and think when he was on the boy. Having Medic on you didn't make you invincible automatically, and letting Medic die by overextending was stupid. It wasn't even like the doctor had had anyone else to retreat to.
Being quite a strong runner himself, second after the boy in fact, the doctor made it back to the conflict right as the slowest party did and he gave the heal beam gladly to Heavy. That man knew how to treat a medic. Medic had promised too he'd only wanted to heal Scout for an initial push, and seeing how that had gone it was time for a more traditional one. He'd swapped to the Kritzkrieg but unfortunately had no one to charge it with on the way there. "Schpy!" he gasped when he saw the dispenser-hammering engineer he had just passed retreating ahead and moving to circle widely behind everyone. He jumped to the other side of the giant and huddled his back close to the man, but not too close to still allow them both free movement. The healer wasn't going to die straight off again. No way.
Misha grabbed his shotgun, glaring around them. When the Frenchman realized he had been seen, his Engineer-shaped form vanished into thin air. Heavy hated spies. They were quick and with their watches they could be absolutely anywhere. The duo stood there for a moment, perfectly still, but the masked man didn't show himself. That would have been stupid of him.
The Russian gritted his teeth and snorted with frustration. "We need to go. Stay close to me, Doktor. Remember to look behind." Misha hated to continue his way knowing there was a spy lurking around behind them. Still, they couldn't stay in one spot for the rest of the day. The bigger man switched back to his minigun and continued his way to the front.
Of course Medic knew to look behind him. He was paranoid about backstabs even more than headshots. Both were the worst for him to suffer because they could instantly remove him from the game without him having any say whatsoever. Not even a chance to react. As someone who liked being in control, and the highest priority target in general, that was very annoying. He gave a wary sweep behind him and his patient now as he followed Heavy forward. The point was chaos, and the BLU doctor had waited to build an übercharge before using it to clear the point with his own giant while the rest of their team capped. RED Medic perked to see that fizzling as he arrived though, and he'd built a charge on the way. There were a lot of BLUs here, and there was no invincibility to save them. "Oo! Timing. Kill zhem, ja? Hahahaa!" And he let Heavy have his fresh Kritz.
Misha loved the way the charge made Sascha sparkle. She looked even better than usual and was twice as deadly! The giant jumped out and bullets started flying. The BLUs capping the point were now either dying or retreating as fast as they could. It was the Russian's favorite sight on the field, especially when he was the cause of it. He stepped onto the point, keeping the gun down and ready for action should it be needed.
Other REDs joined them on the point, quickly pushing the BLU's influence away and replaced it with their own. Everyone was so eager to cap the first point they didn't even realize their sniper joining the crowd, even if the man had just been patrolling the upper floor.
A good three REDs went down due to the infiltrator before Pyro joyfully roasted him alive, Medic included first. God damn it! This match wasn't off to a great start for the doctor. At least there had been killing that life, and the trek was different this time as his team got the point back and the spawn location moved up. There was likely going to be a sentry since there hadn't been one on mid so it was time for the über gun. This time there were also teammates to run with. Scout was of course too fast, but Sniper and Soldier were good for a bit of charge build. Soldier decided to use his overheal to jump ahead, so Medic was stuck with the other grounded class. It was starting to be thought that this map was far too big and open for the healer's liking. Everyone was flying around out of his reach and it was hard to stay in the action when you were a walking bull's eye. To Sniper, carrying his bow for indoors where they were headed, Medic groused, "Schtupid. Vhy must you all flee zhe healing? Calling und calling und zhen you are novhere to be found. Rah! My skill is vasted on zhis team..!" Ok, so he was pouting about the deaths. But it's not like there wasn't some truth in there.
Pyro skittered to the healer, holding his bleeding shoulder where his arm should have started. Gosh, his new friends liked to play hard! Didn't they know how difficult it was to run with only one arm? It was very mean of that Demoman to explode all of the bombs when Pyro hadn't even seen them! That big, silly meanie. Next time the firebug was going to be more careful while playing hide and seek with him. His head tilted with a happy noise when he met up with the German. He pointed at the problem and mumbled something, explaining how he'd ended up in such condition.
The middle point was a real bloodfest. Although RED had managed to cap it, BLU wasn't willing to give in that easily. They were pushing each other back and forth, crying for their medics non-stop. When the RED Spy managed to stab the BLU German it gave the RED team the boost it needed. BLUs needed to retreat when there was no one to give them health.
"Do not mumble, remember? Just use zhe calls." It was better than staying with Sniper, so Medic gave Pyro a new arm before following him to the objective. Pyro thought the pouty man needed a hug. Well duh! Why hadn't he given him one? Right outside the next point's building, a tight swinging embrace constricted the healer and pinned his arms. "Ach! Vhat are you doing! Zhis is not zhe time for playing, ve have to cap zhat point und zhey vill come at any moment! All of zhem! Bozh sides! Let go of me!" Pyro ignored the struggle and told his condition. No! Not until the German smiled! Medic really hoped wherever the director was, he was not getting footage of him today.
Instead of Director, Misha did see all of it. He wasn't very pleased to find his partner in someone else's arms. Any fear or doubt he might have had for the firebug vanished as he stomped to the two. He was going to put a stop to this before it even had a chance to begin. "What are you doing?" the giant growled and crossed his arms onto his chest. He glared down at Pyro, then at Medic. Was Dietrich flirting with others again?
Pyro perked at his other friend's arrival and asked if he wanted a hug too, then remembered and apologized, saying he had to finish this one first and he'd hug Heavy as soon as Medic cheered up. Medic didn't look anything like cheerful. He also didn't think to be worried about how Heavy saw this because to him it should be obvious he'd been held against his will. "I have no idea! I don't know vhat he wants, but he vill not let go! He has been told it is not playtime!" He tried kneeing the man in the flame suit but it had no effect. Pyro just held him tighter and put his head on Medic's shoulder with affectionate-sounding mumbles. Now the German just looked uncomfortably confused. Pyro wasn't..? He wasn't entirely sure he could resist someone forcing themselves on him.
Heavy scowled and grabbed the collar of the firebug's flame suit. "Let go." he told the tiny man, but again it didn't have any effect. Quite the opposite when Pyro wrapped his legs around the healer's waist. This was getting frustrating.
Like things weren't already sticky enough, their attention was caught by a loud explosion and a moment later their Soldier and Demoman limped out of the building, both crying for medical attention. They had tried to take the BLU's sentry down, but unfortunately the defense had been a little stronger than they had estimated. Or what Demoman had estimated, for Soldier never wasted time on such useless things as planning. Hah! Planning was for losers! He jumped straight into action like a true American!
When the German was about to rush and help his teammates, Pyro only squeezed him tighter. He wanted to see a smile!
"Raaah, zhis is ridiculous! Vhat will it take to get you off? Of me." Medic glowered at the masked man preventing him from doing his job and making standing rather difficult. One gloved hand decided it could take a break since Heavy was so helpfully supporting Pyro, and the thumb and index finger moved to spread and lift the healer's lips. An encouraging bubbly sound came with it.
Medic's brow stayed furrowed in further confusion and he looked rather silly with his face contorted. The healer struggled to ask, "Yoo phant...phmiling..?" He huffed when the optical mask bobbed eagerly. "Phine." His head was shaken free and he forced a rather insincere grin that only said "let me go already before I murder you with extreme prejudice". It wasn't read that way at all by the flame wielder and he quickly detached to jump and clap before turning right around to give the hug he'd promised to Heavy. Moving straight away to heal the bleeding duo, the doctor's face fell right back to sulking as he muttered, "Zhat one is veird." Coming from him, that was a statement.
"And creepeh!" Demoman added, giving a content sigh when the healing beam made him feel warm and fuzzy. All his injuries were gone and he was once again ready for action.
"Come on, ladies! What are you waiting for, we have maggots to squish!" Soldier was also ready to go, even though he hadn't even received his healing yet. He hated running away, for that might have given the impression of him escaping. Hah, never! He was too indestructible to escape.
Heavy glared at him when the doctor steered his beam to the American. "Come along now, Doktor. Let us capture point." Heavy nodded at the entrance when the German was finished with the two.
Glancing to the giant the doctor noted skeptically but with a tiny sliver of amusement, "Are you free for zhat..?" The suited hugger was now clinging to the Russian after all. Besides, there was a sentry...he knew he'd basically promised to stay with Heavy this battle, but he just wasn't getting many ideal chances. His mood might improve if someone bothered to consistently listen to him though.
Misha looked down to see Pyro still hugging him. The giant sighed and formed an awkward smile onto his face. "Is alright, Pyro. I am happy. You can let go." he said to the firebug and with a cheerful sound the smaller one let go of him. He truly was a strange one.
"No!" Soldier barked when Medic was about to start healing his lover. "This is my work! I can get rid of that puny little sandcastle before Heavy can even get there with him! Sister, you're coming with me!" The American grabbed the German's arm and started leading him to the door. Although Demoman had to agree with the helmeted man, he didn't dare to say it aloud. It was true, though. Soldier was more efficient destroying sentries than Heavy.
"Nyet! Doktor comes with me!" Misha protested and grabbed the healer's other arm. Both men glared at each other, their teeth bared.
"Ahhn!" Finding himself grabbed again, this time by two people, Medic was incredulous. Why was all of this happening? Couldn't it have waited until after work? It would have been welcome then! Now however, he had to figure out quickly if his word or tactical reasoning was stronger. He didn't actually want to upset Heavy, but Soldier really was better here. "Uh...Demo is still ideal, actually..." He offered a third option hoping to avoid the issue. The cyclops waved his hands negatively. No way in Hell was he getting dragged into this. He earned his own glare from the torn man trying to use him. Pyro's head tilted again.
"Doktor promised to go with me." Misha demanded, pulling the German to himself like the smaller man was a ragdoll.
"This is America! We have no place for whiny Russians like you, pal!" Soldier snarled, pulling the healer towards himself in return.
Pyro made a long sound, as if to tell he'd just understood something. Of course! This was a group hug! Everyone had been so delighted because of his hugs they now wanted to share their love with everyone! How cute! The firebug skipped to the three and once again wrapped himself around the doctor. It was nice to have such cuddly teammates!
Unfortunately the touching moment didn't last longer than a few seconds. Demoman caught eye of Medic's face and the older one looked like he was about to explode. Which he did, too. BLUs were on the move again and with their Soldier's cannon blessed with critical bonus, the small group of hugging mercs was no more.
"Bloodeh hell!" The Scot stumbled back, plopped a sticky to his feet and flew out of the enemy's way. BLU Soldier didn't even try to shoot him.
Since RED's offense had failed so miserably, BLU had already half-capped mid by the time the four strongest classes and their healer returned to it. BLU Engineer had moved his nest forward as well, and through the engagement BLU Scout was slipping past everyone to get a jump on the next point if his team finished the current one. As for Medic, he really didn't feel like putting up with any further aggravation, so after listening to Heavy and Soldier continuing to argue the whole way to the point snapped his finger to the helmeted one. "Right! You spend all your time jumping around zhis place anyvay. I cannot keep up. Do vhat you must but you vill not be getting more zhan an overheal today. You!" He snapped to the Russian. "You had better do a damn gute job if zhere are any sentries or I vill hold zhis day entirely against you." There. Harsh, blunt, and settled everything. With it said, he gave Soldier his buff, settled the Medigun on Heavy and waited impatiently the full beam's length ahead of the two while glaring back at them.
"Da. Is good," Misha agreed and smirked at Soldier. He had a good reason to smile, for he had won the doctor for himself. The shorter man scowled, but needed to be satisfied with Medic's decision. He was going to get his turn, sooner or later. Maybe if the Russian failed the healer would concentrate on him instead. He didn't exactly wish for his team to fail, but something unfortunate was always allowed to happen to Heavy.
Soldier saluted to Medic before jumping high in the air. He caught the sentry's attention and was blasted into the opposite direction of where he was going. When the sentry was busy shooting the American, Misha approached with his minigun down. He let out a battle cry and started firing.
"Fess..." With a sigh, seeing there was in fact a turret, the German leaned his back wearily against a freight container while Heavy went at it around the corner. He just wanted work to be over by this point. BLU Engineer was of course babysitting his building, and had a dispenser nearby to help him keep it repaired in the middle of the action. Medic had a charge ready but didn't want to use it yet, but then scanning the area he caught glimpse of a laser dot seeking his focused lover's head, and when he saw the sentry switch focus to his patient, pushing even him back, he gritted his teeth and protected the man by popping über.
To save Heavy from the level three's push-back Dietrich then leapt himself between the giant and the building to take the brunt of assault. Now Heavy could fire around him as he pushed himself backwards into the bullets and rockets, doing more concentrated damage. Engineer realized his buildings were going to fall and fled only to be stabbed by his own team's doctor as he escaped calling for aid. Spy was too far away to help with the buildings in time, but they were unguarded now anyway.
Medic's über ran out before it happened and he screamed as his skin was riddled, but the sentry was down not two seconds later. The doctor hunched weakly against the Russian's chest where he had been pushed as he'd buckled from pain and panted as he was in rather bad shape all of a sudden. Quite a curious range of things he was feeling at the moment. Fascination over his hole-filled back, bleariness from blood-loss, general exhaustion, continued irritation...and relief for Misha's safety. And he would definitely need to learn to time that charge period better. There MIGHT have been more to that über than tactics but he still wasn't going to die willingly for anyone.
The giant caught his lover in his arms, quickly carrying the other man to safety behind one of the buildings while the rest of the team pushed forward. Now when the sentry was down they were free to rush towards the next point. It seemed like the battle was going to last longer than anyone had expected.
"Are you alright, Doktor? We can rest here and heal." the Russian assured, his big hand caressing the German's face tenderly. The smaller man's pained cry was still ringing in his ears and Misha knew he couldn't get the image of Medic's face out of his mind any time soon when the bullets had dug themselves into his back. The scene was going to give him nightmares.
Now the healer was in his arms, bleeding but still healing himself, slowly but surely. Once again he was glad the German fancied pain. Otherwise he wouldn't have been this calm. Even though Misha was used to violence around him, seeing his loved ones suffering was always hard for him.
RED pushed the enemy back. Since their Engineer's sentry had just been destroyed the next point was vulnerable for capping. Scout and Soldier were racing, seeing who got more kills without dying. RED Engineer was exhausted, carrying his own constructions back and forth to wherever his teammates needed them. He didn't like these maps where his team was capping as well. He preferred staying still, upgrading and caring for his buildings in one place.
"Hmph. Look vhat you have made me do. I told you zhat gun is bad for sentries." Well the healer was complaining, so he wasn't completely incapacitated. He leaned back and sighed while he waited for the feed from his medipack to fix him up and couldn't help tilting into the warm touch a little. "Zhank you for not leaving me to die zhough. Zhat happens far too often." Once was far too often for him, so it wasn't a wonder he was often miffed at his ungrateful teammates when they fled his beam.
"Is no problem. I could never let Doktor die like dat." The giant smiled, ignoring the complaints. He was only happy the older man wasn't letting the pain get to him. The more Medic talked the more it made him sound like himself.
Once the German had healed enough, Misha helped him to his feet. "Now, are we going?" he asked and grabbed his minigun once again. Their teammates were doing a good job at the point, but they weren't going to last for long without Dietrich making sure they had plenty of health.
"It is var. I will be dying a lot anyvay." the healer said through a light blush. Then as they started moving he mentioned, "It vould be nice if someone could heal me. I vould not have to stay out of action so long." Always impatient and busy, he hadn't been fond of sitting around doing nothing. When reaching the front Medic immediately latched on to the REDs circling on the point, trying to keep them all up in turn. Eventually it was capped and the director would get a lovely shot of Soldier making a valiant effort for the last one, landing and smacking BLU Spy dead in the face as he started the cap.
When the second to last point was capped, everyone cheered. All but Engineer. He had just managed to get the teleporters in check and hoped he'd finally be able to sit down to catch his breath. Just his luck. When he had finally gotten everything where it was needed, everyone rushed out of the building. "Goddammit…" He wiped his sweaty forehead into his sleeve. With a heavy groan he picked his dispenser up and jogged after the others.
BLUs were flowing out of their spawn fast now when the last point was right outside it. They had lost too many times in a row and were absolutely determined to retaliate. On the other hand, their medic couldn't build his charge as effectively. RED Demoman and Heavy were firing at the doors non-stop to prevent anyone from getting through. Scout joined the rocketjumper and was running in a circle on the point and it didn't take many seconds before the REDs had once again claimed their victory.
The slaughter following the final capture was something that finally put a real smile on Dietrich's face. He shoved Spy out of the way so he could kill the enemy scout himself even, but when it was over and everyone collected in spawn to make their deposits and de-gear, the doctor grumbled again to see Director heading straight back to base with Miss Pauling. Right, there was still that annoyance to deal with.
Walking to Heavy he put a hand on the giant's shoulder and huffed, "I am going to need it razher much today, I hope you realize. I vould ask to top even if zhe head we planned for vas not such a resilient, vonderful zhing to abuse."
"Of course," Misha agreed with a nod. He would fetch the moon from the sky to please his lover. If Medic needed hard sex after his time with Director, hard sex he was going to get. Well, their sex was always hard, but that night Heavy would give the German his all. That should be enough, he hoped.
Director approached when everyone arrived home. "Well then…first of all, I apologize I missed your touching team spirit moment. My good-for-nothing camera had just run out of film." The skinny man grimaced. Capturing the group hug would have been a real highlight of the day, showing how much the team appreciated the healer. "Now, show me your working space. Just be yourself and everything will hopefully be over soon." He gestured the German to lead the way.
Medic's eyes squeezed shut briefly as he sighed again, but it quickly made way for a friendly face before he turned to the man in black. At least there should still be some fun in this. "Jawohl. Right zhis way." He beckoned the thin one with a playful crooking finger as he swept gracefully towards his dwelling. Director quirked a brow at the man with the mussed hair's gesture but trailed after anyway.
He hated the smell of the medical ward; it smelled of chemicals and the rusty iron of dried blood. Lots of it. He looked up from adjusting his camera to see a plethora of white creatures in the rafters of the room he was led to and blinked, "Are those birds? It's rather unsanitary to keep them in here, isn't it? And why are there so many?"
Medic chuckled. "I could tell you, but you are not here to get to know zhe doves, are you?" And then he began undressing, snaking his tie off and opening his jacket in unison. His face was still pleasant, like he thought nothing of the motions.
"Animals in a place like this...yes, I'm certain that's not very hygienic." Director wrinkled his nose and eyed at a row of doves. They looked down at him curiously. Their daddy sure brought in lots of ugly people.
The film man placed the camera on a counter and took a seat. Just a normal interview. Once it was over he could get out of this room. "So, let us start with your past, shall we? When did you realize you want to sacrifice your precious time healing others? As a field medic your job is very important, am I right?" he asked and crossed his hands, leaning into his elbows on the table.
Once his usually discarded layer was off, Medic kept going with the same held expression. He opened his vest and then his shirt while replying, "Oh, it may be important, but I am not in it for zhe healing..." Then he climbed half-naked onto the counter to loom a predatory sneer over the smaller party while running his hands up to those turtlenecked shoulders.
"U-Ummh..?" The smaller man leaned back, trying to distract himself from the man's naked front. "Could you please put a shirt on, sir? I am filming this." He notified and pointed at the camera that was running. "I can understand it is nice to take it easy after a long day, but please, I would appreciate you to at least wear something during the interview!"
Medic's lips only formed a broad grin. "Nn~, I know zhat you are filming...zhat makes it all zhe better..!" A gentle hand stroked through the interviewer's hair before the doctor turned aggressive and grabbed the man to yank him onto the counter with him, pinning him with an overbearing stance that included a too-firm grip to that stupid, puffy sweater-coated throat. With a continued smile the doctor then let the smaller one push him away insisting, "Sir! I am here to ask questions! Nothing else! Kindly let me do my job and stop acting like-like...that!"
The German leaned over to take up his nearby saw before pushing the weaker party back down and teasing the blade against his chest. "Oh, you don't vant to fuck for zhe camera..? I could cut you if you prefer. Or bozh~."
The smaller man paled, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief when he felt the saw scraping at his shirt. "What..? What are you..?! You-…you cannot do this! It's a murder! You cannot kill me! HEEEEELLP!" The man under him shouted, squirming for his life. This man was crazy! Absolutely insane!
He knocked his camera over in the process, but couldn't bring himself to care when it fell on the floor. He had more important things to worry about at the moment, like his own life. "Don't! Please! You will be arrested! You don't want to do it!"
A giggle couldn't be helped at the animated flailing. "I have not been stopped before." Then he perked like suddenly recalling something. "Oh, questions. Ja. I have somezhing zhat vill cause you many questions, I am sure. You are vorried about deazh? Let me show you somezhing I removed wizh zhis very saw." Evil beam in place, he dragged the struggling man from the table and over to his fridge, letting the saw go in favor of opening the container and taking out his favorite little severed victim. "See? Zhis could be you..!" Before Spy could blink through the sudden light, register the situation and finish telling the cameraman to stop staring like an imbecile, Medic had silenced him with a deeply showy, sensual kiss, making sure Mr. Director could see his tongue was entering the head's mouth.
Director stared. Was this even real anymore? Had he fainted on the counter? He had to be dreaming! The German was holding a talking HEAD, and not only holding, he was KISSING it.
Spy didn't have a chance to turn himself away, so to get rid of the doctor he simply sank his teeth into the man's tongue, hard enough to draw blood. "I am not your toy! Keep your 'ands off of me!" he snarled and spat a bloody clump on the floor. He was cold and his teeth were clattering. He wasn't exactly in the mood for any kissing.
Medic flinched with a pleasant little noise when he was bitten. He knew that was coming. Obliging to let the head go and set him down, he used the opportunity to give the director a bloody, dripping grin resembling quite the lunatic. His neck hold was loosened in case the thin man wanted to break away now as he rasped, "So I have done vhat you asked. Vhich part of myself do you vant me to be wizh you on film first..?" The other hand began opening his belt as he stepped kissing-distance close to show what he'd prefer.
The thin man stumbled back as soon as he could, tripping over his feet. He scrambled further on the floor, his face painted with terror. "Stay away from me, you...you...barbarian!" the man shrieked and hit his head to the corner of the table when he tried to stand up. For a moment his vision was blurry, but that didn't slow him down the slightest. "Keep the head! Keep your birds! Keep your past and this awful room, I'm out of here!" His voice was trembling and high-pitched as he grabbed his precious camera.
Every movement was followed in increasing mirth, and when the doors were slamming shut and the visitor sprinting down the hall Medic burst out laughing. He hunched over his counter next to Spy, pounding it over what he considered a flawlessly executed riot. "Oh, zhat vas gute..!" he told the head. "Did you see his face? Und he could barely stumble out of here! Hoohoohoohoo! It is even better because he does not know he vill be dead tomorrow anyvay!" He wound himself down with unabashed laughter feeling this was more fun than he could have hoped to squeeze out of that man.
"I would slap my knee eef I could," the Frenchman replied, not looking amused the slightest. True, it was nice to see the German picking on someone else than him, but since the head didn't really have a clue about the man's story or why he was there, the humor didn't quite reach him the way it reached the healer.
The door opened again and Heavy stepped in. "Four minutes and thirteen seconds. Well done, Doktor." He smirked at his lover. He had been staring at the clock on the wall ever since the door to the infirmary was shut. Seeing the tiny man scrambling out of it with his camera, pale as a ghost, it truly was rewarding.
The remnants of hysterics in his voice, the German's blood-soaked smile faced the giant. "Oh, danke Liebhaber. You were timing? Zhat is quite fast." A final heaving sigh while beaming. "Vould you like to guess what I did to him?" He glanced at his own slovenly appearance, liking the careless mess that contrasted his usual appearance. His hair was still messy, his mouth dribbled and some specks had reached his bare torso, plus his pants were open and sagging down his hips. Mm, yes, he felt dirty. In all the right ways.
"Doktor tried to attack him? I heard him screaming. He did not like you shirtless, da?" Heavy's grin was crooked. Had it been anyone else, he would have been furious seeing his lover in such a state. Dietrich looked like they'd been in the middle of a furious foreplay when the smaller man had decided to flee. Misha's gaze met the head and his smile widened. "Ah. You showed him dat," he chuckled. That explained quite a lot.
A glance to the head. "Ja. Close enough. I attacked in several ways." Medic sent a devilish little smirk to the Russian. "It is gute to see you not jealous for once. Perhaps you understand how I play. Vell, as fun as zhat was I am still stressed. Vhat would you say I am dressed for? Anyzhing relieving?" He leaned back on his elbows to the countertop beside Spy and brushed a casual hand up his stomach.
"I like the way Doktor is dressed." Misha purred and took the invitation to approach the German. He leaned over the older man and placed his hand over the doctor's. "I am not jealous dis time. I know it was only teasing." he murmured and moved in to kiss the healer. His lips were soft and he let himself enjoy the tenderness before he would ravish the other once again.
"Gute." was repeated. For etiquette's sake he wiped most of the blood away with the back of his fist. An affectionate rumble was made as the healer then wrapped that free arm around the other's neck in welcome while he was joined at the counter, and kissed back rather more passionately while they both petted his torso. After a few moments of making out eagerly he sighed, "Mmh, let me get zhe head ready for his training before I am too horny, ja? Take zhe opportunity to improve your own outfit." A piercing, reluctant to part nibble was given to the giant's lip though.
"Alright. We could have fun with Spy," Misha smirked and let the doctor up. The head did have two ends, after all. Using the Frenchman as their shared sex toy sounded surprisingly good.
"Improvement" wasn't what Heavy might have called undressing, but he didn't see fit to question his lover's choice of words. He simply did as he was told, just like the doctor wanted. He started peeling himself from any extra clothes until there was nothing left on him. Since the BLU couldn't turn his gaze away, he simply closed his eyes.
That wasn't going to save him from what Medic had in store. The healer took up the Frenchman and carried him to a different counter littered with metal tools and selected a hinged device meant to fit in a mouth, almost like dental headgear. Shoving the curved part of the frame into Spy's mouth to lock behind his molars, the doctor took up a couple metal-working tools and explained, "Zhis is normally for mouzh surgery, but it should vork wonders for your bite training." With a couple snips and bends he altered the thing slightly so that Spy's lips weren't being pushed back and he would be free to give a proper blowjob. Then on his way back to find his naked lover he grabbed an electric prod he used for tests…among other things. "Oo, yes. I greatly approve of what you are vearing now~." With a cheeky smirk he turned the shock level down to harmless before giving a poke to the giant's ass.
Misha twitched at the unfamiliar pinch. He turned to see what kind of device the German was holding before giving a confused laugh. "Ah. New toy," he grinned. It was very kind of Dietrich to use only a little power on him. Heavy wondered if the healer wanted the tiny machine to be used on him in return. Well, not exactly wondering, more like reckoning the older man did. The shocks would be much stronger in his case, no doubt.
As the two REDs admired the doctor's new toy, Spy was desperately trying to push the headgear out of his mouth. Needless to say he wasn't very successful. He had no hands and he couldn't even move his head. He glared up at Medic, wishing his head to explode from the gaze. He tried talking but his words came out as mumbling nobody could understand.
"Ja. New toy. Und training device." returned the doctor. Interrupting the head's useless fidgeting he mentioned, "Zhis is vhat you will get when you don't do as instructed." He amped the voltage to right deadly and jammed the prod into Spy's flesh. After the screaming and sparking was done, he demonstrated to the giant as he slid his thumb down on the handle's notched slider that changed the settings, showing his favorite with another smirk. "Und zhis is vhat I get. Whenever you feel I need it."
Misha was surprised the machine was so powerful. Was it really strong enough to kill? Well, as Medic was one who liked tampering, it shouldn't have been very shocking that one or two things had become lethal torture devices. They were lucky they had the respawn, in case Heavy would accidentally change settings. "Of course." The giant took the long device from his lover. Then he looked at the head that was panting loudly after getting such shock treatment. "Which end do you want?" he asked and nodded at their talking toy. Now when the BLU was unable to use his teeth, he didn't really mind which hole he was going to use.
Hearing the question, Dietrich was surprised. "You vant to use him as well?" Then he smiled and considered. "I vill need to instruct him on vhat pressures he is allowed wizh his teezh, so I vill take zhe mouzh until you are too hard to fit in a zhroat. Sound gute?" He proposed this as he hopped himself to sit on the counter with the toy in question.
"Da. Is good," Misha agreed, grinning back at the German. He joined his partner and stood in front of him. Spy's gaze was jumping all around, although everything he could see was Medic's stomach. Were the two honestly going to do this?! They couldn't! Was there no limit to how sick their minds could go?
Another pathetic cry when the Frenchman felt the Russian entering his throat. He felt like choking. He tried to tell them to stop, but his mumbling went unheard again.
While wiggling out of his pants and underwear, Medic watched the sight below with a bitten lip. His partner really wasn't disturbed by such a horrible game, not to mention how arousing it was just to see that humongous member at work. Quite eager to join it, the German stuffed his own organ between Spy's lips as soon as it was free. He moaned when he felt his tip bumping the other's in the back of the tight, warm cavern and wiggled a little more. Bobbing the head with one hand, and with its twin adjusting the hinge on the side of the metal gag to demonstrate accepted pressures, he told his toy in a voice infused with lust, "You vill graze, you vill grind. But you vill not chomp." Next, to his giant he demanded, "Uhhn, lean back over here. I want your mouzh as vell."
He didn't need to be asked twice. Misha leaned in and pulled the German's head against his own roughly. The kiss was long, deep and sucking, and lips were bitten so hard their blood trickled down their chins, mixing as they devoured one another.
Misha jerked his hips, enjoying how he met the German halfway. It felt so incredible he hardly even registered the muffled cries and groans Spy was making. With his free hand the giant pulled the older man gently against himself in a quick rhythm. He would have wanted to pull Dietrich down and hold the man against himself in the air, but the head might have made that a little too difficult.
Shuddering whimpers met that as the healer loved feeling the powerful man simulate thrusts for him, their members striking over and over while Spy's teeth dug into his shaft. Those tried quite hard to bite down more than their limiting bit allowed, but the thing was designed to keep a jaw locked. Medic spread his knees wide to open to all the contact he could get and let the hand not keeping Spy in place reach around Heavy's neck to cling and pull him even harder against himself. His mouth moved furiously and his tongue jammed its way into the other's mouth to play just as hard with a motivated growl. It wasn't taking long to get him hard this way.
After a few moments of pondering, Misha decided to give his idea a try. He grabbed Medic's buttocks with both hands and lifted the German from the counter. Holding the man against him was easy, but the head in between them required some adjusting. "Is good?" Misha asked mumbling when he felt like the doctor had found himself a good position. He continued thrusting his hips back and forth when the German had wrapped his legs around his waist. At least most of it.
"Haaahn~, ja..!" came a happy sigh in response as Dietrich melted to be in such a strong supporting hold, meanwhile his organ gave a healthy jerk against the Frenchman's palate. He slumped forward to sink his teeth into the base of Heavy's neck and his free hand gave a fisting yank to the man's chest hair. Knees constricted harshly to express how much the hips between them liked what they experienced.
Misha winced when the doctor grabbed his chest hair. He shouldn't have shown his weakness earlier, for now Dietrich always seemed to target it when Heavy wasn't wearing a shirt.
As the Russian was quickly growing in the Frenchman's throat, he found thrusting harder and harder. "I am ready soon," he murmured, still moving his lover back and forth with ease. Being inside the BLU's throat felt wonderful, but was nothing compared to the hot tightness that was waiting for him inside the German.
Hearing that, Medic twisted the headgear's knob to force Spy's mouth as wide as it would go before grabbing the agent and twisting him around, making him take the giant in instead. "Get him gute und hard for me, toy~," he ordered, "Use zhose lips since I have allowed you zheir freedom." He twisted and rolled the severed thing in its place to help his lover as best he could while his own moaning mouth bit more holes in the giant's flesh. "Prepare me a little today. I vant it to last~."
"Are we using the ring?" Misha asked. He had nothing against having a longer session this time. The more time he spent inside Dietrich's needy body, the happier he was. The giant spat onto his fingers and reached them behind the healer. He pressed the tip of his index finger against Medic's opening and circled it few times before pushing it in.
"Aaahn~!" Medic craned pleasurably to feel that big digit piercing his ring of muscle. Panting now as he tightened it like trying to pull the invader inside he notified, "Zhat is in my room...but zhat is a trek as we are, ja? You don't like zhe prod? Und how is he?" A flick of the eyes to the head he was grinding onto his lover's manhood with clawed fingers. His other hand began tweaking Misha's nipple.
"Head is good. More space now," the Russian replied, looking down at Spy who still looked and sounded like he was choking. The giant reckoned one couldn't really get used to that feeling. His finger dug deeper into the warm cavern, teasing Dietrich's inner walls to open for him. "Where do we do dis?" he asked. It was getting harder to concentrate on English and his voice came out as a low grumble.
"Huuuhn~, just stay put zhen. Don't like to change plan zhis far along. Mmh~!" It wasn't easy to stay coherent for Medic either, his speech getting a little improper. Watching the giant's erection slowly become straining under Spy's lips only made him anticipate it more, and of course he loved being held as he was. Heavy seemed to know exactly where his insides liked being stroked. "Better not forget toy zhis time." Not able to wait longer when one crook sent gasping delectation shooting up his spine, the head was lifted from the giant and Dietrich ordered under weighted lids, "Fick mich langsam und mit Zweck, Liebhaber. Hooo, fick mich~... "
Heavy grabbed the prod from the counter where he had put it after deciding to have fun with the agent. He found use to it immediately. "Nyet, Doktor," he growled and pressed the tiny machine against the man's bare buttock. He watched the older one jolt. "Трахни меня. Say it." he demanded. He didn't want to hear German, he wanted to hear Russian. It meant "fuck me" in his mother tongue and he was not going to stick himself into the healer before hearing the plea.
Spy gasped and coughed when his mouth was pulled off of the Russian. He had suffered many forms of torture and this was definitely one of the worst things that had ever happened to him.
After arching and letting out a wavering high-pitched cry while both hands clawed tightly, Medic huffed and looked annoyed through his pleasure to the big man. Pyro making him do something had been bad enough. He wasn't playing kitten right now and needed this to improve his mood, not worsen it; Heavy should not get used to giving him orders. "Wir brauchen nicht die Formalitäten. Nur fick." He bucked his hips pointedly against the younger one.
"Nyet. Russian." Heavy wasn't ready to give in, either. He gave his lover another shock, and when the older one still wasn't willing to say it, a third one followed. He needed to steal a moment to pump his own member a few times. It didn't like the wait. Then the giant put the Frenchman on the counter to wait for possible later use; after this he grabbed the other man's hips roughly. The taller lifted his leg, which caused his knee to hit the German's crotch. Misha knew it must have been painful, and he had never heard of "ball busting" before, but he assumed the doctor to react positively to it.
Medic reached after Spy when he was taken away, further annoyed because he had wanted to use that still, then hated himself for calling out the fourth time in a row and coiling when his crotch was struck. He wasn't exactly jellied beyond caring, though he was flushed and heaving. He slapped the other before aggressively grabbing his jaw and focusing to inform, "I am not your pet today...you are mine. I vill not say it unless I am zhe one begged."
"Den I beg Doktor to say it," Misha snarled through gritted teeth, glaring into the man's blue eyes. He didn't care how he was going to get the German to say it, as long as he said it. "Please, Doktor...say it for me." His expression softened, but the change was hardly visible on his features. Medic probably wouldn't even notice. His voice, however, lost the sharp edge it had had a moment ago. To get something out of his partner he had to give in himself.
The doctor's own hackles lowered a bit while he heard his condition met easily. His face didn't change either, but his shoulders relaxed and the other's tone made his stomach flutter a little. So he sat tall and allowed himself to be flirtatiously smug as he concentrated to remember the asked phrase. "Tra...trakhni meen-ya." His hands wrapped themselves around the giant's scalp and neck to scratch gently while he pulled their foreheads to touch. "Трахни меня, Mikhail."
The giant couldn't help a smile. It was good enough. He took a firm grip of his member and guided it to the shorter man's entrance. He spread the healer's cheeks and slowly pushed himself in. Heavy let out a low grunt when his length was hugged by the German's tight walls. He wasn't sure if preparation had even helped any in the first place. Since their faces were already so close, Misha closed the distance between their lips and kissed his lover.
This time a low, elongated groan came when Dietrich felt himself entered, his nails now sinking in deep to clutch. He wasn't sure preparation had helped any either, but the mood and slow force in place of the usual harsh one did. He didn't feel like being instantly rammed into anyway, especially when he was kissed like that out of nowhere. They had just been arguing, and now things were loving. That had never happened for Medic. A conflict during sex usually stopped it or made it bitter, so when something he was totally unprepared for happened instead he felt suddenly happy and grateful. Still, by no means did he want this to turn soft. After a good few moments returning the kiss he pulled back to say, "Hard. Not fast, but I vant zhe heavy zhrusting. Und give me zhe head back, ja? I did not give you permission to take it." A light chiding smile accompanied the last words before he kissed again, mood certainly improving.
Misha did his best to fulfill the wish. His thrusts were powerful, but still in control. He bucked his hips up harshly, returned a little slower before repeating the whole thing again.
Holding the German securely with one arm, the other reached to pull the head back. Again Spy started protesting loudly, but the outcome was the same; he couldn't make any sensible words when his jaw was locked and his mouth forced to stay wide open.
"Awwh~! Mhhh~! Uuuh-huh~!" Medic gave a deeply pleasured moan or burst into the other's mouth with each thrust that bounced him. It felt raw against the delightful stinging rip that proved one finger hadn't helped much. Otherwise the doctor felt wonderfully full and adored the dragging friction against his prostate and every forward spike of pleasure. As for Spy, the agent was turned upside down for a better angle as his mouth was returned to work on Medic's member. It was far better than a hand, though one bobbed it in a constant, synchronized rhythm of scraping teeth that made the doctor wriggle madly. The other hand was tweaking the giant's nipple again, this time harder as he yanked and twisted a little to see if he could get a reaction.
Spy's voice was muffled again by Medic's penis when it thrust into his mouth. He was squeezed between the two men as they once again leaned towards each other for a kiss. Misha hissed when his nipple was violated so brutally. With a warning growl he patted Medic's hand away, but when the doctor insisted on returning Misha picked up the prod again and gave his behind a shock. He felt a weak little twitch himself, too.
At the buzzing electricity flowing through him, Medic's head fell back as he whined and grinned. Returning to slump amorously to Heavy he tweaked the sensitive nerve bundle again and mentioned smirking against his lover's lips, "Zhat is more of a reward, you realize. You should not be trying to deter me wizh it. Und now, danke, I am riled. Go faster." So he'd found another thing Heavy was weak to. Marvelous.
"Takes Doktor's attention away..." Misha mumbled before speeding up. Of course he should have been aware the prod wasn't a punishment. It just felt natural to use it as one whenever the German did something Heavy didn't approve. It was a reflex, he reckoned. Just like hitting someone. You would never assume someone to find that pleasant when you're meaning to hurt them.
Enough overanalyzing. Now it was time to get serious. The giant's thrusts grew not only in strength, but speed as well. So did Medic's moans, only they grew in volume.
A brief chuckle. "Zhat is tru-uuuUUHH~!" He'd been in the middle of agreeing when the doctor suddenly found himself bounced in a fervor of jolting aggressive affection. His legs pulled bruising around Misha's waist as his hand streaked in reaction down the giant's torso. The other dug itself into the back of Spy's head while he started grinding the agent harshly on his organ. Lastly, the German delivered a series of nuzzles to his lover's neck and face while he approached screaming territory. Ahh, he felt on fire with the heat running through his skin!
Again, out of nowhere, Misha struck his lover with the prod. Medic jolted, taking only a few breaths before tensing up again when he received another shock. The older man was so beautiful when he was flustered and sweating like he was right now. The volume of his cries had reached the scream level. It was a shame the infirmary was so far from the bedrooms. Having the man screaming in Misha's room like this would have drawn much more attention.
Eyes crushing shut to sink into everything happening to him, Dietrich arched up and let his head fall backwards. His screams of elation went into the rafters and echoed through the place like a music hall. His tight arch pressed Spy securely between their guts, so the doctor let him stay there to let his and Heavy's hips do the grinding while both hands moved up, clutching the big man's face.
Neither of them would know it, but one or two other mercs would hear a kind of noise in the distance that was becoming unpleasantly recognizable and give the direction of the infirmary a grimace before retreating to behind closed doors. Following Director as he ran to vomit from being shown Soldier's head collection, Miss Pauling would simply look around curiously while patting the man's back, too far away to properly identify the sound.
As the two kept going, Heavy found it harder and harder to hold himself back. Dietrich had told him he wanted their sex to last longer this time, but it seemed like Misha was going to disappoint him. "Doktor...I won't last..." he mumbled, hoping the German was close to his own release as well. The doctor had Spy helping him, so the giant hoped it was bringing the older one closer to the edge faster. He couldn't help it; sex with someone he loved always made him so very sensitive. Having the healer crying out so passionately into his ear wasn't helping, either.
With all that zapping and indeed Spy's teeth helping him to go with this pace, Medic was in fact approaching climax far faster than he had hoped. It was fine though. Quality made up for quantity. He gave a brow-pinched nod to show he was ok with cumming now and probably couldn't stop it anyway. It was only a couple more moments before the fire in his belly erupted and his flushed face screwed up while he threw himself back for a final roar of ecstasy. A little of his semen splashed out of Spy's neck between them and flecked their guts before just slowly oozing down towards the head's palate.
Seeing his lover orgasming, Misha saw no reason to hold back. He rammed into the smaller man furiously, grunting and swearing in Russian. He adored the German, every last inch of him. He loved his nasty habits, he loved his twisted mind and he loved every thrust he was allowed take into the man. "Die...Dietrich..!" he growled before the wave of bliss rushed through his entire body. Heavy threw his head back, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw ached. His fingers dug into the healer's skin with bruising force as his member emptied itself into the smaller body.
For a moment the giant was perfectly still, breathing through his nose. When his afterglow started settling he moved his head to face Medic again. He had a wide, tired grin on his face and his hazel eyes were only half open.
More, smaller but constant noises had come from the German with the overloading frenzy that brought Heavy to completion. Now his own weighted lids looked to the face turning his way as his limping body shuddered and his head fell to the giant's shoulder. The ten fingers that had formed their bruising clenches now rubbed lazily over his partner's powerful upper arms. "Meine," he mumbled in a way that failed to sound assertive through his smile, and pinched a claiming little nip into the soft part of Misha's neck before suckling it. He was feeling a certain level of adoration at the moment himself.
"Da," the giant purred quietly. How could he talk back to that? He kept the older man against himself, rubbing the German's back tenderly. He didn't want to let go of his partner just yet, although his spent organ was slowly withdrawing itself from the healer. "Can I sleep in your bed again?" Misha asked, his voice still low and grumbling. He felt so perfectly satisfied in every way. He wished Dietrich would allow him to spend another night with him. The last two times had gone perfectly well, despite Medic being embarrassed of his cuddling.
"I had no assumption zhat you would stop sharing it. I told you you could do so," passed off the doctor as he sat up in the other's arms and took Spy off of himself. With flirty eyes he smirked, "Do you vant me to return zhe favor of fucking you in it?" Heavy had taken him in his own bed after all; that was the joke; but it would have been a fair place to switch.
The agent coughed when he was finally allowed out of the squeezing grip. He was not happy with the way the German had once again used his defenseless mouth. He felt cum drying into his mask and he would have grimaced if he could.
"If Doktor wants," Misha replied with another smile. "But I need preparation. I cannot enjoy as much pain as you like," he pointed out. If the German accepted his condition, taking the man's penis was not going to be a problem for him. He had had his fair share of bottoming in the past, after all.
"Oo. Really." Medic's eyes sparkled a little. He certainly wouldn't mind tackling that project tonight. Mood irrelevant, he still had quite a bit of sadism in him. Then he passed off again, "Ach, preparing. I told you I realize zhis. I von't tear you, ja? But taking you vould be a fair trade since it is your fault I came so early." His smirk continued as he looked to the prod he'd been so mercilessly attacked with. "You certainly did not hesitate to use zhat. Are you sure you have not had toy experience?"
"Da. I am sure. Doktor wanted to use it so I used it. The more the better, yes?" The giant shrugged weakly. He had absolutely no experience of toys, but since the healer had been so eager to use it, what other options did he have? He didn't get insulted when Dietrich blamed him for his early orgasm. If anything, it was flattering to make the older one ejaculate sooner than he had wanted. "Was it good?" he asked with a hopeful grin. By the sound of it the Russian had done a good job.
The healer looked back with a dark brow, leaning in and putting his hand on the other's shoulder to show he was teasing when he chastised, "Dummkopf. I have just complimented you. I vas saying you did gute by questioning your experience vhen I know you have none." Then he chuckled. "You have figured out my preference zhough, yes. More is better. Now could I be let down, bitte? Zhere is much zhat needs vashing. You should vash too. You have a little blood..." He pointed with a humored face all over the giant where drips and leaks had occurred.
"Doktor has blood on face, too," Misha grinned and allowed his partner to stand up on his own. Medic was a grown man and didn't need carrying around. Once his member plopped out of the older man his semen started running down the doctor's thighs. It was not one of the nicest things in the world, Misha knew.
The head raised its voice, reminding it still existed. The REDs weren't going to forget him, were they?
"Zhen I guess we vill bozh be showering again. I don't zhink a clozh will cut it." Closing his eyes briefly to enjoy the oozing remnants of a very satisfying activity, Medic got himself a couple healing sniffs and mended Heavy before grousing to the head he carried to the sink, "Shut up. I vas getting to you." He turned the water on and popped the gag out of place, holding the head under the stream and making sure he was clean before plopping him to the counter beside it and moving to the metal device.
"Oooooohh, mon Dieu..!" the Frenchman moaned when he finally got his jaw free. He closed and opened his mouth repeatedly, enjoying the feeling of being able to do so. He was about to start one hell of a rant when he got his face full of water. Apparently the healer wasn't in the mood to listen to his complaints.
Meanwhile Misha went to pick his clothes from the floor and put on his pants and undershirt. "Da. We shower together." the Russian said while dressing again. Then they would once again join their team for dinner. He was growing to like their daily routines.
"Ja." With a tut to the sopping Frenchman, Medic scolded and poked his forehead condescendingly. "Ohh, do not pout, Herr Shpy...you have not even seen your revard yet..! You behaved well after all." Setting the gag aside he opened a drawer and fished around for something else of the agent's he'd stolen off his corpse. As much as he knew reprieve from torture kept it torturous, he knew reward encouraged in company of such practice. The fishing hand emerged with a pack of cigarettes, something the chain smoker had not been allowed in the doctor's control.
Mentioning this "reward" made the Frenchman grimace. He didn't trust the doctor enough to believe him. His "reward" was most likely to stay in the oven for the night or get another load of cum in his face.
His pupils enlarged when he saw the case Medic was holding. Were those...cigarettes?! The agent was sure he was able to hear angels singing into his ear. Whoever there was watching over them had heard the agent's pleas. He looked like a child on Smissmas morning, mesmerized and silent in awe.
The doctor's grin was strong and cruel. Spy's expression was delicious. Opening the cartridge like his fingers thought it was disgusting, he picked one of the sticks out and dropped the box in favor of the head's old lighter. Offering the glowing treat to the Frenchman just barely out of reach, Medic said, "I see you are interested. Vell zhis is what you will get when you do behave. Und I mean zhat in zhe context of letting you go wizhout a gag as vell. If you ever bite eizher of us so hard it is damaging, you vill see zhese in front of you every single day, but never smoke again. Am I clear?"
At the moment the Frenchman would have been willing to promise his mother's soul for a cigarette. "Oui..! Yes, you are clear, now geeve eet to me!" He stuck his tongue out, like it would have helped him. He needed to fill his mouth with the calming taste of nicotine. He wished he still had his lungs so he could have filled them, too. Pathetic or not, he was under Medic's thumb and with only one cigarette the German was able to pull his strings.
"Gute toy." Like he was a pet the healer patted the head's wet scalp and let him have the treat. "You vill zhank me zhis time, ja? Manners can only help you."
Once the stick was in between his lips, Spy sucked it like his life depended on it. He closed his eyes, treasuring this moment for giving him what he had desired most ever since the mad doctor got his hands on him. Besides his body, of course. "Merci." the BLU mumbled, careful not to drop the treat from his lips.
"Are we going, Doktor?" Misha asked, nodding to the door.
Gathering his clothes the madman stepped to join the other, tossing to the head, "One last zhing. Turns out? You were right. I am capable of love." To prove the head would be unable to disturb his rest by pointing out such a trait again, he leaned into Heavy's side. "Ja, liebhaber~. You vill wash for me zhis time, won't you? Uhh, zhose hands~..!"
Spy's eyes widened when Heavy wrapped his arm around Medic's waist. "Da. I will. Anything Doktor wants." he agreed and leaned in for a quick kiss. Then they departed the infirmary, walking side by side like a pair of lovebirds.
Spy was naturally surprised, but found himself being angry as well. He had lost the German's weak spot now when the healer admitted his feelings. He bit the cigarette, but wasn't foolish enough to spit it out. Now what did he have? His smokes? They were now the highlights of his sad life.
Heavy took a moment to grab himself a towel on their way. "Now he cannot irritate you," he reckoned aloud. He wondered what kinds of arguments his partner had had with the head when he'd been gone.
The healer's brow furrowed a bit over his crossed arms. "He had better not. I am not soft, und I am not vulnerable. I zhink you were right about zhe veakness...it is more like levels of enjoyment I have been starved of und did not know. But zhe unguardedness still feels too exposing. Somezhing always goes wrong." It was why he hadn't given in completely yet. He was still expecting a mindset of devotion to hurt.
"Nothing goes wrong, Doktor," Heavy promised and pulled his lover gently against himself. They were in the middle of the corridor, but Misha placed a light, tender kiss onto the healer's lips anyway. It wasn't like all the others didn't already know. "I love you. Is not weakness. You can enjoy freely," he murmured, his forehead pressed against the older man's. He liked sharing these soft moments with the German. Not only did they make him feel warm and happy, but he secretly wished to see Dietrich's flustered expression when he tried to pull himself back together.
There was a definite blush on a face trying to show it very much disapproved of the fluff while also performing the difficult task of not smiling. "Zhat is my move," the doctor pouted when their heads were together, unable to do much in the way of backing off while being hugged for the umpteenth time that day. This one was making him feel fuzzy though. Through his grousing blush he looked off somewhere else and let one of his hands rise to just sit on the other's side.
"I know." The Russian grinned, satisfied with the deep blush covering the man's entire face. Messing with the doctor was slowly becoming one of his favorite things. After sex, of course.
They continued their way to the showers and undressed again when they reached the cubbies. "I wish I had seen you with Direktor. Sounded funny to me," he chuckled as he peeled himself out of his clothes.
Tossing it over his shoulder as he peeled off his own coverings again, the doctor grinned, "Oh, it vas hysterical..! He is schtupid und so razher slow on zhe uptake, but he started screaming zhe instant I brought out zhe saw. Und apparently I am a barbarian. I don't hear zhat one often. Is it fitting?" He was glad to remember and recount the fun he'd had with the skinny pest.
"I do not think Doktor is barbarian...but in bed he can be leetle barbaric." was grinned back at the older man. The German was mostly very sophisticated, but when it came to fighting and sexual activities the doctor forgot all the rules. Perhaps one could say he was barbaric, especially if they experienced Medic's sexual, insane and violent sides all at once. Like the director did.
"Really? How kind of you. Zhat is where I like to be so." Unclothed and flattered to hear a name disputed, the German followed the giant with less to take off, and when the water started he pressed back against the warm body and took the backs of its hands to guide them to his torso. "Mmh~, I zhink you vould have liked to see him flee. You heard, but he vas tripping und scrambling und hit his head on zhe table even." An amused beam under his lazy, pleasure-soaked eyes.
Heavy laughed. When he tried hard enough he could almost imagine the terrified look on the man's face. He shook his head weakly. His hands followed Medic's and rubbed softly the man's torso. The warm water felt nice on his skin and washed the blood off of his face. "Doktor is mean. I like it," the giant purred and his left hand slipped to caress the older man's bare back. He pulled his lover against himself as he helped the German wash.
It was unbelievable for Dietrich to hear all these things about his negative traits from another. Moaning ever so slightly under the encompassing paws kneading over him, he left them to do what they wanted and lathered his own hands with soap. Then he turned himself around to press their fronts close instead, his filmy hands now drifting up the expansive flesh of Heavy's sides and ending up swirling in that nest of delightful chest hair. Naked with another man and enjoying him without being horny? What a concept. "You are insane to. I like zhat," was purred in return.
When they were finished the doctor messed his hair up again on purpose. He'd taken an extra second while clothes gathering to snag a pair of goggles from his chemical bench and put them on now as the two departed for the mess hall. He'd liked the idea, and wasn't devoid of a more regular sense of humor. Plus he was in a great mood. Walking into dinner he presented himself with wide arms and announced, "Everyone, look! I am Das Maddendoktor!" Then he cackled. Miss Pauling and Pyro laughed easily, the prior thinking maybe Medic wasn't so stuffy after all. Director blanched and looked like he thought the fakey German claim was all too accurate.
Half of the team didn't know what the German had just said, but it sure sounded like the healer had just openly admitted to being mad. That they could all agree on.
Misha chuckled with a weak shake of his head. He found Medic surprisingly adorable when he was being so playful. He walked over to the table and took his seat. He still didn't like sitting this near to Soldier, especially when his partner sat between them. He didn't trust the helmeted idiot to leave his lover alone and understand the seriousness of their relationship.
"So, who's next on the list...ah, Spy!" Miss Pauling lifted her gaze to the masked agent and he glanced back at her in the corner of his eye. Apparently he was the next to be interviewed. "A moment of your time after dinner?" the girl asked with a hopeful smile. Scout frowned. She hadn't smiled at him when it was time to interview the boy.
The Frenchman gave a sigh. "I feel zhe best way to truly understand zhe seriousness of my work ees to observe me on zhe field. What I do cannot be put eento words," he replied before going back to his dinner plate.
Pyro waved his hand to remind he hadn't been interviewed yet, either.
Director didn't much care anymore who was going to deny being talked to at this point. He'd had his fill of clamming and shooing and didn't want to see what kind of grotesque display the agent might have prepared. With that masked man out of the picture that left-Pyro stamped his hands excitedly as he leaned over the table, making the man in black jump and lose his fork. His defensive pose didn't shrink when whoever was behind the optical mask mumbled eagerly about God knew what, then suddenly offered one glove forward to share an intense fireball that seemed to flare up out of nowhere.
Director screamed and fell off the bench.
The mercs found that hilarious and so did Miss Pauling actually, as she hid her escaping chuckle behind her hand before moving to help the fallen one up. Dusting himself vigorously and looking very upset, Director stood to inform, "Right! I knew it wasn't going to be easy to interview a bunch of destructive lunatics, but there is no way I'm talking to that! I will talk to the rest of you to get its story and be done with this awful place! But not you!" He snapped a finger at Soldier. "Or YOU!" He whipped in fearful recollection to Medic beside him. Medic smiled friendly but like he was disappointed. "Ohh, you don't vant to ask me about Herr Pyro? I cannot imagine why." Pyro really was disappointed and sat slumping a little. He'd only been sharing his most favorite thing..! Wasn't the man there to share and hear stories? Why didn't anyone ever want to hear his? He leaned on one hand with a sigh and wiggled the other's fingers to make the fireball he was watching dance more.
In the end the director gathered three people to collect everything he needed to know about Pyro. His choices were quite surprising since he chose Heavy, Scout and Spy. He'd already seen how much the youngster babbled about things that didn't interest him, and how the Russian hardly said a word about anything.
The youngest looked nervous when they left the mess hall after dinner. Misha, on the other hand, looked annoyed. So much for the calming evening with his partner. "Wait for me in infirmary, Doktor," he murmured as they left with the small man. He couldn't believe he once again had to give up on being with the German because of the tiny, annoying man.
This was Soldier's moment to strike. On the very second the Russian was out of sight, he leaned against the healer. "I've got something from good ol' Merasmus! Wanna see it? It's super wizardish!" He grinned at the older man from under his helmet.
Medic had also been annoyed to see his partner being taken away. He looked after the departing cluster with a fitting expression before it fell to surprise when another body was suddenly pressing into him. Hearing that Soldier promised to have followed through on getting him a magical item however, the doctor's eyes sparkled while turning the man's way. "Have you…yes, of course I vant it."
"Good! Now let's go, sister!" Soldier grabbed the German's arm and practically dragged him with him. The doctor was going to be so surprised after he'd seen what the American had found. He dragged the German to his room, laughing at the way he had apparently startled Director by showing him his head collection.
Meanwhile the director found interviewing outsiders might have been a mistake. In a turn of character Scout refused to talk and seemed nothing less than terrified. Heavy opened up a little bit, admitting the man in the gas mask scared him. Spy didn't really say anything useful either, only gathered his assumptions. None of the three seemed to know anything about the firebug, which frustrated the man behind the camera even more.
Medic thought little of being tugged along anywhere. He hardly disliked a grip on him and was eager to see this magical object anyway. Rushing wasn't minded. Finding a door in front of him though the doctor blinked. "A room? Vhat happened to zhe dumpster?" He'd fully expected to be led outside.
"Miss Pauling told me to move back inside. She said something about something and told me to pack my things and inhabit my room again. So I did," the American explained and let the older man in. Once they were both inside, he closed the door after them. "Now, are you ready to see the weirdest witchcraft in the world?!" He prepared Medic for a huge surprise.
Pausing in the middle of wrinkling his nose at the state of the room filled with dirty laundry and old food, Medic's attention again was caught. "You know I vant to see zhis. Do not try my patience by making me vait longer." A little rub to his glasses proved his anticipation.
"Alright! Well here you go!" He held up a small bottle in Soldier's hands. "It's called face cream! The legend has it that after one week of use your skin will look softer and healthier. This skin-friendly cream also prevents wrinkles..!" He read the description from the back of the bottle.
There was a deep frown under wide eyes and quite a dark brow. The healer snatched the bottle, confirmed that there was nothing but cosmetic goo inside, then chucked it at Soldier's head. As it bounced off aimlessly he swirled angrily for the door. "Idiot svine! I do not even zhink you know a vizard! Zhis is zhe last time you disappoint me wizh zhat! Now if you vill excuse, zhere is sex I must be having!"
"But I do! I stole this from that angry old witch's bathroom!" the American protested. "What about this? Look! This has to be some weird wizard thing! These pills keep your heart going! You can read it yourself!" He showed the German a small can of heart medication.
Turning with the door half open, Medic snatched this too and rattled it in Soldier's face. "You realize zhis is medicine?! Pills! I could prescribe zhese to you in lezhal dosage. Right! Now! Zhis is medicine cabinet garbage und as useless as you!" He clocked the canister off the man's forehead and slammed the door behind him, stalking away straight for his operating room to spend time with his doves while he waited for Heavy to find him.
Soldier sagged when the man left so angrily. It wasn't his fault there wasn't anything useful in Merasmus' stash! Just look at all those useless, normal medicine cans! "If you kill me I'll come back stronger". "Be invisible for two months". "Slip this into your tea and Soldier's bed sets on fire". Hah! All those perfectly normal pills that were useless in Medic's eyes. That good-for-nothing fake-wizard!
Heavy was allowed to get out of the interview room soon. He hadn't really offered anything new to the cameraman, but he assumed it had been worth a try anyway. He knocked on the infirmary's door and entered, finding his partner feeding his birds. "I am back," he informed with a smile. The German looked very handsome when he was with his doves.
Lying on his back, arms in the air and coated with birds on the counter beside the open burlap sack the doves fed from, Medic rolled his head to see the giant arriving. To the one who he'd been complaining about Soldier to, he said, "So ja, you get zhe picture. It is unreasonable zhe levels of idiocy I must deal wizh. Daddy must stop talking now, Aristotle. Unfortunate zhat it must all be complaints. I know you vould razher hear zhe amusement." He sat up, kissing and nuzzling each of the little creatures shifting on his forearms while looking to Heavy. "I do not zhink Soldier could lose intellect if he tried," he elaborated truthfully.
"Soldier?" Misha asked, his face hardening. He was the very last person on this planet he'd wanted to discuss about. The giant was not happy hearing his partner had communicated with the American. "What did he want?" Misha asked and turned his back on the German. He started taking his clothes off again now when there was no need to go anywhere during the evening. Except for Medic's room to sleep, but what were the odds of bumping into someone on their way?
Taken with interest to see the giant undressing already, but also noting the defensive turn, Medic watched and answered simply, "To show me zhe magic he promised. It vas not magic. It vas toiletries. I doubt he knows vhat magic is." Only with doves on his shoulders and head now, the German knotted his darlings' seed bag and hopped to the floor. Approaching to press his hands up his partner's back behind the shirt hem exposing it, he ended up gripping between the neck and shoulders. "His promise no longer matters, however. I zhink I should keep mine und take zhis to bed." With an approving growl he gave an eager lick to the nape of the man's neck, then blew a cool air stream over it and nudged Heavy's butt with his knee. "March."
The giant grinned weakly to himself when he heard how badly Soldier had managed to disappoint Medic. He hoped now the older man would think twice before thinking the American was any good. Why had he even thought the lunatic knew a wizard, let alone was living with one?
Misha's grumpy mood was destroyed completely when his lover showed more interest towards him. It was funny how the German acted like he was in charge. With just one strong swipe of his arm Heavy could have pushed the doctor off of him. "Yes, Doktor," he said obediently instead. He started walking towards the door, allowing the healer to lead him. This was going to be Medic's night and his turn to take Misha. The Russian reckoned he could give the shorter man some taste of dominance in advantage.
Pleased, the healer herded the bigger man to his room and shooed his doves off himself so he could undress. "Clozhes off first," he decided giving a calculating sweep over the half-naked giant. Taking him would have to be done somewhat untraditionally since Heavy was rather large and couldn't be terribly influenced by the doctor's muscle. As soon as they were nude Medic rushed to pounce the other to the bed. "Fall under zhis," was his only low forewarning.
"I am falling, Doktor." Misha promised, hardly being able to suppress his amused grin. Medic thought he was stronger. It was so sweet Heavy had to do his best to resist the urge to hug and squeeze the older man against himself. Such a beast he was. As much as Dietrich hated to admit it, sometimes he was quite silly. Yet the giant couldn't help loving him even more every day.
After the giant obediently let himself collapse to the mattress under the smaller's weight, Medic hopped up on the balls of his feet to be over instead of on the man, pouncing again to pin Heavy's wrists up. It was almost comedic since his hands didn't fully encompass them and Heavy could just throw him at any second. It also wasn't un-vampiric the way the German's bared teeth hovered over the other's jugular, an angry rasping hiss escaping the doctor. "Tell me how you vant zhis bite."
"I want Doktor to bite me...so hard it leaves mark. Mark me, Doktor." the bigger man encouraged. He arched his neck to reveal more skin for his lover. He kept his arms against the mattress like a good boy, allowing the doctor to hold him as he pleased. The older man looked like he was having a blast.
A smirking growl of approval came from him before Medic obliged and sank his teeth into his lover's soft, exposed flesh. Then he did it again. And again. And again. He kneaded his jaw roughly with each forceful claim, ensuring they'd stick around. Then he started sucking the damage to make the marks nice and red and raw. It seemed like Heavy was all for engaging in the games Dietrich liked. No mindlessness here. To show his appreciation the German's teeth started dragging their way down, scraping to find a left nipple and teasing it between them. One of Heavy's wrists had to be let go and that hand tweaked the nipple's twin before gliding lower to wake the giant's member.
With each bite Misha grunted. He secretly wondered how Soldier was going to react to the love bites. He was already bathing in the lovely image of the American gritting his teeth underneath his helmet. The man had lost. Medic now belonged to the Russian.
Heavy snapped out of his satisfying thoughts when he felt the hungry mouth starting to devour his nipple. When Dietrich let go of his wrist, leaving one free, Misha found it a good opportunity to wrap his arm around his partner's shoulders. "More, Doktor." he encouraged whispering. When the giant felt the German's fingers grabbing his manhood, he rewarded the healer with a throaty purr.
Letting himself slide down on the man's body for better alignment, Medic opted to give the Russian free use of his arms. He let the one that had been on the second wrist take over for his mouth while that moved to attack the other nipple. He lowered to his knees to grind his own organ into the one he pumped and kneaded strongly. "Mm, zhere~. Make more noises," Medic told into the pert nerve bundle he tasted, "I liked it better vhen you yelled cumming. Do not hold back zhat wonnevol rumbling as vell." Heavy's deep voice really was extremely sexy, and it was never more-so than when it was rolling out in pleasure.
At the feeling of the doctor's hot length against his own Misha couldn't help another needy moan. He wasn't usually very audible in bed, but if the German insisted, he was going to try and be more open. With his hands both free now, the Russian pressed the older man's head against his chest while the other hand was holding his lover against himself.
The bigger man bucked his hips, enjoying the warm embrace of their bodies. "Hrrrrmmm...good...Doktor is so good..." he mumbled and the fingers on the healer's back sank their short nails into his skin.
A rasp and a wriggle met that while Medic's skin started turning pink. Those moans were delicious and so were the hands so clearly wanting him. He ground more rapidly into the other's crotch, his member twitching and the hand not aiding this area streaking steadily down the giant's side to his hip. Then his fingers pinched their way back up. With a sharp signaling nip after obliging to entertain where his head was pressed for a bit he groaned, "Sit up against zhe headboard."
While the other man did that, he turned himself around and reclined on him like an easy chair. Wiggling his hips as he let both hands now free to dig their nails into Heavy's hips do so, he gave the next smiling command. "Hmm, gute...now you play wizh us so I can vatch. I want to see zhose hands vorking~."
It was surprisingly erotic to have Medic commanding during sex. The older man was so determined and knew what he wanted. He treated Misha like a pet whose only purpose was to fulfill his master's orders. So he did. Heavy's huge hand closed around their members and he let out another heated growl as he pumped them up and down. The doctor was so hot against his flesh and the pre-cum leaking from their tips was making the giant's fingers slick and sticky.
His eyes flicked to the German observing them. "Doktor likes it?" Misha asked with his deep, rumbling voice.
The doctor's lip was bitten and his nails were curling repeatedly into the big man while he watched hungrily. Seeing himself be a part of Heavy's wonderful masturbation technique was indeed quite arousing. He'd been groaning from his gut and hardly holding still, but now turned his rolling head to face his partner and panted, "Hoooh~...vhat do you zhink, Dummkopf? You are skilled, I am horny. It is not hard to figure ahhh-hah~..!" An animalistic rasp of excitement cut him off. Fingers constricted with the next spike of pleasure and he surged forward to chomp the Russian's mouth, manhood twitching again.
Misha returned the passionate kiss, pulling the older man closer with his free hand. To reward the doctor he gave their organs a shared little squeeze. When Medic moaned into his mouth he could hardly bite back a victorious smile. In fact, he bit the healer's lower lip instead of his own. He knew Medic couldn't resist a little teasing. The German's nails clawed Misha's hips, but the giant paid no attention to that. He growled deep down his throat as the hand on them sped up.
This was liked. One of the doctor's hands reached behind Heavy's head to burrow its claws there and pull him harder into the gnawing kisses. The other clenched aggressively into the pumping hand when it sped, Medic's hips lunging into the motion. He was glad to spend another couple minutes this way. Worked up extremely then, Dietrich rolled over suddenly and undulated his wildly kissing, groping body to the other's front. Flushed greatly, he lifted his mouth to growl darkly, "Genug. Knees und elbows, svine. Und schlag. Strike me first." He was ready to get serious.
Misha did as his lover told him, like expected. He hit the German's chin before getting himself into the position Medic wanted him in. As much as he wanted to trust the healer, he still couldn't help feeling a little uneasy when he turned his back on the older man. Dietrich enjoyed playing hard, and even if he had promised not to break Heavy, the giant wasn't entirely sure the smaller one knew how long a proper preparation needed to be. "Does Doktor need lubricant?" he asked as a reminder. He certainly wanted some himself. It had been a while since someone had been inside of him.
Shaking his head a little to clear it, grinning about the flare the hit stirred in him, Medic took only a moment to dip off the side of the bed and grab his tie before taking his place quickly behind the giant. "Vhen we get zhere...I am not penetrating yet." Oh no, he had hurting to do first, and multi-tasking was difficult on a man such a size. Kneading and digging dents of claim into Heavy's ass as his stiff member drove up in slow repetition between the fleshy pillows, just to keep it pert, Medic looked sultry to the unmarred expanse before him. "Mmh. Do you vant me to slap? Do you vant me to bruise? Do you vant me to make you bleed..?" His giant. He could do whatever he felt like to this powerful body. The man could take it easily and let the German unleash his sadistic urges.
"All," Misha replied. "Doktor can do it all. He can slap, bruise and make me bleed," he listed. Like Dietrich already knew, the giant was able to take it all. He didn't mind the doctor ravaging his body on the outside, as long as he was going to be gentle enough on the inside. The feeling of the older man's length pressed against his rear was very pleasant. It felt warm and hard and the Russian found himself wanting to suck the throbbing rod.
Grinning with quite a dark pleasure to hear pain invited, the doctor draped forward to reach his arms gladly to Heavy's shoulders, beginning a series of rolling rakes over his back with each upward grind against the larger one's entrance. He watched the red lines pile up slowly, leaking slightly, and groaned. "Uhh, it is times like zhis I wish I had a vhip..." Not that he hadn't used toys with others, Medic's collection tended to include things one could use on oneself since he'd most often used them to sate between partners, and a whip wasn't easy to do that with. So, he didn't have one.
The bigger man grumbled deep down his throat when the nails dragged themselves along his back. Though Medic's fingernails weren't all that long, they could still be surprisingly damaging. The Russian groaned when he felt blood trickling down his back. "Doktor can...use belt," he suggested murmuring. If the German needed something to whip him with, they could always get creative. Or they could steal one from Soldier.
Not expecting to hear suggestions, Medic's smile only grew. "Hnn~, perhaps next time. I have already painted you wizh zhese." He looked briefly with fondness to his stained fingertips before lowering both hands and slamming the palms hard against Heavy's buttocks. Then the fingers gripped tightly and swirled the muscles around before going out to slap again and repeating the process a third time. Medic then just rolled and kneaded the muscles, loving every strained bit of throaty vocals coming from his partner. He liked watching the various things making the man's skin turn red and every little reactive motion. If only he could see his face from here.
"Hnnngh...ghhhhrr...hrrrmmmm..." With every slap the giant twitched and his low purrs rewarded his eager lover each time. The sting burning in his flesh was pleasant and took his mind away from the scars the German had just created. It felt like his whole body was on fire. His cheeks were painted with a weak blush and he could only arch his back to ask for more. "Is good, Doktor...don't stop..." he breathed against the pillow.
An aroused little rasp came along with a pulse to his organ when Medic heard that plea. Heavy liked this form of treatment did he? Such a wanton beg, how could he refuse abusing the man's behind some more? "Gerne~." He next slammed his hands multiple times against the flesh before massaging in reprieve, repeating the process when he saw it met favorably. Ohh, Dietrich was sure he could listen to that all night...but he was also very eager to move this along now. Leaving his left hand to continue spanking, the doctor leaned the other forward to clutch around the giant's face. His middle and ring fingers poked demandingly at the side of the mouth they found. "Saugen, schweine," was ordered with smack below, "Erhalten sie gut und nassen für sich." It was assumed what he wanted would be clear.
The spanking drew a few more groans from his throat and by the time Medic offered his fingers the giant was panting lightly. He opened his mouth and reached to suck the German's fingers. He rolled his tongue around them, being careful to spread his spit on both of them thoroughly. Apparently the doctor wasn't planning on using any actual lube on him. It was up to Misha to make sure the fingers were wet enough, so he couldn't be hasty with the task. He took a gentle grip of the older man's wrist and kept his hand still. He was glad his mouth was finally allowed to do more than just moan and plead. He took his lover's fingers as deep as he could, bobbing his head slowly back and forth as if sucking a cock.
"Raahh~..!" Medic twitched and wiggled a bit impatiently, but let the Russian take his time getting the digits good and wet like he'd told. He knew Heavy was paranoid about being torn. Besides, the dexterous muscle and warm, wet walls encompassing the doctor's fingers felt a tormenting kind of nice. It reminded of what Medic's organ would be getting shortly. Through fidgeting like a caged animal the smaller man entertained himself by digging more fiercely into Heavy's rear and giving still another slap of encouragement.
"Mmmrrrrrhh..." The Russian purred and bit the doctor's fingers. It was barely a nibble, but he assumed the older man would appreciate a weak little sting anyway.
Once he was certain he'd wetted the fingers properly, the younger man opened his mouth and let his lover's hand go. "Take me, Doktor," he whispered his own encouragement. He pressed his forehead into the pillow in front of him and inhaled deeply before pushing the air out through his nose.
With a very eager sound the hand shrank back to almost immediately replace the hips nestled between the giant's cheeks. With an amount of restraint, though still rather rude about it, the German's middle finger prodded and rolled itself around the rim of Heavy's entrance before slipping inside. In tandem with hilting this intruder before letting it sit, Medic gave himself something to do by nudging Heavy's knee over and grabbing the man's balls. Those were kneaded with vigor but also not harshly. It was time for the pleasure portion of what the doctor gave his partner. He began alternating between the fuzz-covered sack and adding some strokes to Misha's shaft while he gave a testing curl inside the man.
Feeling the fingers against his entrance the very first reaction from Misha was to tense up. Another deep breath helped him to relax and he noticed the German was already rushing in. Thank God he had been careful with preparing the fingers. Another deep, low purr escaped his throat when the curious little digit found its way deeper, wriggling against his inner walls.
Misha moaned when Medic's fingers started fondling his balls and soon moved up to stroke his shaft. His eyes closed and his mouth opened for a long, needy groan. "Harder...bitte?" he mumbled and his back arched at the curling finger inside of him. "Deeper...more...mmmhh...almost there..." He muttered as the German was trying to find his prostate. He was so close, but one finger wasn't enough to reach.
An aggressive sort of purr was returned with all that wonderful vocalizing, the doctor's eyes hungrily as wide as his grin. He strained to grant the driving request to bury his finger further and started thrusting it to make the giant's out of practice, delightfully taut hole warm up. When he felt it stop constricting quite so much and his kinking knuckle met with less resistance, he slipped in the ring finger and shoved forward to attack Heavy's prostate without mercy. He stroked and petted and curled against the thing when he found it, pulling the hugging walls to widen themselves only when he felt like it. Most of his attention went to trying to drive the giant as insane with lust as he was right now.
Feeling the German's finger moving back and forth in him, Misha let out a deep, content breath and wrapped his arms around the pillow. It didn't feel nearly as bad as he'd feared. Dietrich hadn't lied when he'd promised not to tear the giant apart.
The first finger started sliding in and out of him rather easily. Heavy's lower regions were finally relaxed and accepted the digit without hesitation. Feeling the second finger joining the fun earned a gasp from the giant. He squeezed the pillow tighter and almost cried out when the two fingers hitting his sweet spot caused a jolt of pleasure to shoot through his entire body. He couldn't help writhing slightly. Those merciless fingers attacked his prostate so fiercely and milked it so brutally it was impossible to stay still. His low moans grew louder and hungrier the more Dietrich tortured him. "Да..! Тяжелее, врач! Aaaarrrrhhh, больше!" He encouraged his partner in Russian, not caring if the older one understood it. His body was telling enough anyway, urging the healer to give him more.
That the doctor did. It sure sounded like his actions were successful and appreciated. Both hands working the big man performed feverishly to make it even harder for the straining Russian. Before long Medic's fingers were moving freely and he pulled them out without warning, then spitting into his palm to give an ensuring coat over his own trembling member. Next he set the tip of that in place. Lastly he leaned over his partner to quickly wrap the tie he had gathered around Heavy's neck a couple times and grab each end, yanking back like the thing was a set of crude reins. "Do you vant me yet?!" he concentrated to bark hoarsely, "Tell me how you vould like it!"
Misha gritted his teeth with a hiss when the two fingers left his body so suddenly. Dietrich could have at least told him he was about to pull them away.
The giant made a strangled choking sound when his head was pulled back so harshly. His hand automatically rose to grab the tie around his throat. "I want...I want Doktor inside...now..!" he managed to reply with his raspy voice. "Take me, Doktor...take me...hard!" he demanded.
"Endlich!" the happy insane man grinned and obeyed without hesitation. He plunged into the waiting ring and gave a beastly guttural growl as he stirred widely and closed his eyes. Within seconds he was working his hips in growing jerks to get the tight hall of muscle to yield under its invader. As soon as he was moving freely he thrust deeply, fast and hard. The pace was ravenous; the doctor's hips slamming against the Russian's rump, the ends of the tie yanked each time Medic went forward. Now the man yelled out in snarling passion. Gott im himmel, it felt glorious to be unleashed! Misha was amazing: eager, responsive, encouraging, into it, and felt stupendous. He was perfect on this end of things as well. Unbelievable.
Misha squeezed the sheets under him, sucking in deep, relaxing breaths when he felt his partner entering him. It didn't feel bad, which he was grateful for. He pushed back gently, grumbling his appreciation as the doctor moved. The older one had a steady grip of his tie and his thrusts were surprisingly patient. He could feel eagerness in them, but at least Medic was compassionate enough to give him a slow start.
When the speed increased, Heavy's breath hitched. His growls grew in volume and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He parted his lips, gasping and moaning in turns. "Good...is good, Doktor..!" he managed to say before the tip of the healer's length hit his prostate. The giant's back arched with a long, delicious grumble. "Oпять! Again, Doktor!" he urged and rocked his own body faster to meet the German's pushes. No doubt Medic had plenty of experience being on that end, too. Misha made a mental note to apologize for his suspicions earlier.
The bigger man reached his hand to stroke himself. His forehead was pressed against the pillow again and he moaned some more when his big fingers grabbed his needy member.
Finding that spot that made the Russian request it struck again, Medic gave a grinning animalistic rasp and forced himself forward to slam it at the same angle relentlessly. It was marvelous how the other moved back against him so wantonly, and all those pleasured sounds satisfyingly told him his brutal performance wasn't nearly as bad as feared.
The doctor's organ was feeling extra sensitive for some reason. Maybe it was the delightfully warm hug of fairly unpracticed walls; maybe it was being glad to have his wild style enjoyed rather than tolerated by this one; maybe it was because the man he was drilling was one's whose opinion he actually cared about. Whatever it was it only made Dietrich give mightier thrusts.
One hand held both ends of Heavy's reins now to stabilize both their motions. The other set of fingertips was pressing hard as the hand caressed admiringly over the scabbing damage to the man's back. With clear lust he growled, "Gut, schweine...jawohl, wollen mich mehr! Noch mehr!" It didn't matter if he was understood or not.
Heavy gritted his teeth when the tie was yanked again. It did give the two a nice, steady rhythm. The only downside naturally was that it was wrapped around his throat and prevented him from breathing as he would have liked. His gasps were raspy and audible. It was a shame he couldn't see his lover. He could only imagine how much Medic enjoyed himself right now, his one hand holding the tie as if steering a horse while the other was having its adventures on Misha's back.
The giant squeezed himself with a throaty purr. He had missed this. He'd gotten so used to being on the bottom before he'd met the German he had feared he'd never get to top anyone again in his entire life. With the doctor he'd found a whole new side of sex; it had taken his thoughts far from what he had once been practically forced to do. He hadn't had options back then. Now he had found a perfect partner for himself, one who could not only take him, but take his penis in return. This wasn't the kind of sex he'd gotten used to when he'd lived in Russia. This actually meant something.
"Doktor..!" He moaned, pumping himself harder. "я тебя люблю..!" he hissed, doing his best to speak through the tie.
If he'd known what that strained exclamation had meant, Medic would have been stunned still to hear his treatment met with such a reaction. Not able to translate, however, he simply shrugged it off and continued the action whose prolonging was making him practically heave with shimmering, flushed effort. The free-roaming hand decided it wanted to mix in some more pain and dragged itself down through the nest of markings already present, all the way to the small of Heavy's back. Then it came away to slap once more to the giant's behind.
Heavy squeezed his eyes shut when the nails violated his back once again. For a moment he thought of asking the German to go slower, but reckoned it would have only ruined the older man's mood. So he didn't bother. Perhaps one day, if he was lucky and Medic calmed down a little bit.
The healer's rough affections were driving him closer. The Russian groaned and grumbled, trying to slow down his hand and yet wanting to rub faster. "Doktor...soon..." he whispered. Just a friendly warning so Medic knew he was getting close. He didn't want to fight back his orgasm, all he wanted to do was let himself go and enjoy the fruit of their sex. It was so wonderful he wished they could keep doing it forever.
Soon he did reach his peak and with a loud roar of bliss Misha shot his load all over the sheets, stroking himself as fast as he could to make the feeling last.
With that outcry the doctor couldn't take it anymore. He was terribly close, but had to see Misha's face..! "Lehnen Sie sich zurück! Auf dem rücken!" he insisted, yanking at the man's shoulder before pulling out to instead seize a leg to twist the giant's hips. In the compliance with the physical cues, Medic grabbed himself and pounced back forward to re-enter Heavy. Pressing forward and clutching the big man's knees up against himself he rammed just as hard, watching his partner still pleasing his freshly spent member to his ministrations before turning his face up to meet the other's in curious want.
Oh...my~.
Dietrich had made his lover quite bothered, hadn't he? And with more than just pain, clearly. That pink, perspiring skin, that brow furrowed up in agonizing bliss, that huffing mouth still open from screaming in raw euphoria...it was the most strikingly handsome thing the German had ever seen. Aaand there went his pupils, dilating fully on a face grinning in total haze. He hardly continued for moments more before bursting with the surge of fire and tingles exploding through him. True to normal form Medic kept his thrusting up while cumming an impressive amount, then stayed all in, gyrating his hips as he wound down slowly. His head rolled and he gave a fierce scream of his own, then through his calming he stroked Heavy's thighs and leaned moaning to bite one knee.
When the giant felt Medic pulling out he let a loud groan to protest this. He still craved for that wonderful organ to poke his sweet spot while he rode out his afterglow. He was happy his prayers were answered quickly when the doctor thrust back in. It was amazing to see and watch Medic's expressions and how they changed as he was getting closer as well. The healer's face was deep red and it shone with sweat. "Cum, Doktor." Misha breathed and reached his hand to scrape the German's chest, producing a tasty "Ahn!" from the man.
Not too many seconds later Dietrich did cum, too. Even through his haze Heavy could feel the man's member twitching strongly, shooting its load deep inside of him. What else was Misha supposed to do than moan at the sensation? Now it was his turn to admire the face the older one made as he cried out.
Done nibbling the giant's joint, Medic dropped the legs he held back to the sheets and sat slumped and panting heavily. His eyes stayed on the second pair as he willed his vision to let him see clearly again. This man...he wanted to see him. Even if he was just lying there he wanted to see it. See how much he and his abuse had been adored. Otherwise the doctor merely let his organ love the continued twitches as it wound down in the leftover hugs of the tunnel surrounding it. He was feeling too exhausted to do much of anything, and completely free of aggression. All that was left was bliss and gratitude.
Once they had both caught their breath enough, Misha gently pulled the smaller man on top of him. He wrapped his arms around the doctor's shoulders and enjoyed the warmth radiating from the older one. "Doktor is wonderful," he mumbled. Every word was true. He was so satisfied he couldn't even remember the last time he'd had someone dominating him and managed to be this satisfied in the end. Everything felt perfect. "Say something for me. Say: 'я тебя люблю'?" he asked. He wasn't sure if Medic knew the meaning hidden in those words, but he assumed the German did not.
Having been about to crawl to lie on the man himself, Medic gladly let the other pull him out and down to mold against his chest. The doctor's arms draped loosely under the ones surrounding him. With a light bemused smile he looked inquisitively polite to the Russian below him. "я тебя люблю," he granted easily with a tiny shrug. Then he let himself lax to lower, kneading kisses against his lover's lips. He didn't feel like supporting himself anymore and so melted. Against the soft mouth was asked with the distance of encroaching sleep, "Warum..? Was bedeutet dass ein man das? Hrmm...vhat does zhat one mean?"
"It means 'I love you'," Misha replied honestly. He stroked the healer's back gently, expecting another overreaction or flustered face. He wondered if Medic recognized those words as the ones he had spoken during sex. Not that it really mattered in the end. He just wanted to hear the older man say it in his mother tongue. "And I love you too, Doktor." Heavy grinned and leaned in to kiss the German's hair. He was feeling so lazy and tired he didn't want to get up. The sheets were messy and he needed to clean himself up as well, but the bed was pulling his body weight against itself like a magnet.
Too worn out to give a proper fluster and his skin too pink already to show off the fluttery stirring inside, the healer's face pinched and he swatted the other's cheek weakly a couple times. His eyes didn't even open in his settled head when he groused, "Hrrrnn...dirty trick..." He wanted to get up. He wanted to clean and scold and move away from this onslaught of sugar, but as a benign lump simply couldn't bring himself to. Instead he had to put up with the biggest sating mood he'd quite probably ever had. The swatting arm fell limp about and grazed Heavy's scalp while the other stayed in a lazy half-embrace.
Recalling suddenly he twitched. "My abuse brought zhat as a call..? You liked it so much..? Zhat is…a first." He was too far gone to fret or self-censor and smiled rather genuinely. "I am glad. Vell, gute zhing it vas a bed zhis time...I am not moving. Gute nacht." And Dietrich nuzzled up for slumber.
"Good night, Doktor," Misha replied softly, closing his eyes as well. They had plenty of time to take their shower next morning. True enough, it wasn't very nice to go to sleep sweaty and stained with semen, but since Medic looked way too comfortable where he was, Heavy decided to ignore the nasty layer covering him. It wasn't like he had always been able to wash himself before going to bed anyway. He hadn't always had that luxury and those thoughts reminded him of the time before he moved from where the rest of the family was still living. It was the time they had had much bigger worries than not being able to shower daily...
The Russian pushed his unnerving thoughts aside. He didn't want them to ruin the mood. He had everything he needed right there in his arms and the sight of the sleepy German could have made anyone grin like an idiot. Apparently the doctor didn't care about his cuddling anymore. Or perhaps he was simply too tired to remember such a detail. It was sweet, but the giant couldn't help finding himself a little disappointed. If Medic was fine with cuddling, Misha couldn't tease the older man about it.
