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Ludwig is a smart man, his intelligence is something he greatly prides himself on, especially since the other mercenaries aren’t exactly the brightest sparks. However there is only one man he sees as an intellectual equal. Heavy.
In fact, Heavy is always on his mind; a distraction from not just his never ending work, but also the constant stress and pressure he has on him in the field. Medic can’t help but enjoy fantasising about the bigger man, especially after the full body checkup he did recently. The poor doctor just couldn’t stop looking at Heavy’s package the entire time, he wondered if the other merc noticed he was staring.
Medic put his head in his hands, sighing softly as he allowed his glasses to get pushed up his face whilst he rubbed his sore eyes. It’s just too much paperwork for one man, it’s just been a week straight of overthinking. He put his hand on his shoulder, gently massaging his sore neck since he’s been hunched over his desk for so long, he’s just glad to almost be finished.
“Doktor?”
Medic looks up, surprised anyone other than himself would be awake this late at night, his eyes light up a little when he sees that it’s Heavy. He quickly fixes his glasses and sits up straight, trying to look as neat as possible in the disheveled state he was previously in.
“Ah… Heavy.. Was ist das?”
Heavy smiles at the tired medic, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him.
“Heavy saw light on, was wondering why medik is still awake.”
Medics eyes widen slightly, he certainly wasn’t expecting anyone to care enough to check up on him, usually it’s him having to check up on everyone else because someone’s either dying or dead.
“Oh… ja- I was just working a little late.” He chuckles softly, fiddling with his pen as he scratches the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. “Do not worry about it.”
Ludwig fully expected Heavy to just leave. But he doesn’t, instead he walks up behind the burnt-out medic and puts his sizable hands on Medics aching shoulders.
“Heavy-?”
“Heavy has noticed doktor has had many ‘late nights’ recently. Heavy sees mediks messy hair and bags under eyes.”
Medic blushes slightly at Heavy’s attention to detail, then he watches Heavy lean down and put his hand onto the back of his head in a gentle comforting manner, making him shiver slightly. Those big, strong hands he always day-dreams about; holding him, caressing him, and pulling him apart until he’s reduced to nothing but a trembling mess… he can’t help but feel a warmth building up in his stomach.
He realises he’s just been staring at Heavy for a while now so he turns away, flustered and laughing nervously.
“I-.. had a lot of work to do lately and it must ha-” Heavy interrupts by shifting his hand over to Medic's weary face, he practically melts when Heavy moves his thumb over his cheek, stroking him lightly.
“Uh-.. I-I must have-…ah” Medic manages to stutter out, heart racing as he tries to avoid any more eye contact. His blush is becoming more apparent and his breathing is getting shallower. Heavy seems to be getting concerned, after all, Medic is usually so put together, watching him stutter like this is foreign to the merc.
“Misha..”
“Yes doktor?…your face- so red…”
Medic can’t take his eyes off of Heavy, he doesn’t understand how his voice alone can make him dissolve into a puddle of desire and need, each time he speaks in that caring tone. He puts a hand on Heavy’s shoulder for support, why can’t he just take the hint? Surely Heavy must know by now.
"Mein Gott, ein so kluger Mann wie Sie kann nicht so ... ahnungslos sein!”
Heavy just stares at Medic oblivious to the meaning of the doctor's ramblings. However he does recognise the strain in Herbert’s voice, and the redness in his face must indicate embarrassment. Well, if Medic is distressed, Heavy knows just the thing to make it better, it’s Ludwig's turn to be taken care of.
“Oh… doktor is so stressed- here, Heavy will help!”
Before Medic can even protest, Heavy has already gotten started on massaging the knots in Medic’s back.
He lets out a gasp of excitement as shockwaves of relief overtake his body, he’s glad Heavy is behind him because the semi he’s supporting in his trousers is becoming harder to conceal. “H-Heavy, you do not have to- oh!”
Heavy, on the other hand, won’t let up. He’s surprisingly skilled at this somehow. “No, Heavy wants to help doktor.”
Medic bites his lips, obviously Heavy is just being kind as usual; but Ludwig can’t help to think more titillating thoughts. He’s been so pent up lately and Heavy couldn’t have arrived at a worse time.
“Just relax.”
Relax? That’s something Ludwig is simply incapable of, his brains about to explode because Heavy’s hands are more skilled than he thought. His mind starts to go elsewhere as he gets slightly more vocal with his soft groans of approval.
“Where did you learn this?..”
“Ha! Heavy used to do for sisters!”
His sisters? That makes sense, Medic does remember Heavy mentioning something about his family growing up in a pretty harsh environment. Still, his body is reacting in far more… positive ways than Heavy would expect.
He ends up letting out a noise that’s just a little too impassioned, he slaps a trembling hand over his mouth swiftly, but it’s already too late. Heavy’s eyes shoot open, his face immediately going red.
“Medik?!- Heavy did not mean to- Heavy is so sorry!”
Medic turns to face Heavy, furiously blushing with a scowl due to his embarrassment, although he’s also quite frustrated because whatever Heavy was doing back there was working wonders for his muscles.
“Heavy! Y-You fool-!”
He quickly puts a hand down to cover the tent growing in his trousers, however, Heavy has already noticed the hardness in the doctor's pants.
“Doktor… Heavy did not mean to make problem…”
The medic doesn’t even know what to say, he’s mortified, especially since it didn’t take much to get him this aroused.
It’s not his fault he’s not gotten any attention in years, despite pretending like he isn’t interested in sexual activity, he’s always had an infatuation with reproductive organs, he just adores the way they feel and work. It’s always been his favourite biological mechanic to study, although he finds it quite perverted to be so…enamoured in the topic; he took things further than necessary and stole multiple uteruses and testicles from mortuaries in hospitals, but he lied and said told people it was a skeleton to cover up the actual crime.
Maybe he just likes the feeling of shameful enjoyment, he desperately wants to cut Heavy’s dick open and just examine the insides.
“Please- just go… do not make this any wors-”
His voice falters when Heavy’s hand falls upon his inner thigh, he rasps as his face heats up even more.
“H-Heavy-!? What is the meaning of this?!”
“… Heavy.. still want to help Doktor…”
Medics shoulders slump as he restrains the urge to pounce on Heavy and ride him until his body gives out. Heavy isn’t leaving in disgust? That’s a shocker.
“Misha..”
Heavy leans forward again, only this time he’s much closer. “Herbert..”
Medic decides to close the gap between them, putting a hand on the other Mercs cheek and running his fingers down his stubble. He feels Heavy placing a gentle hand around his waist, his head falls back against the chair with delight.
Now exposed, Heavy takes the opportunity to drag his kisses lower. Medic has imagined this sort of scenario many times, he just didn’t expect his legs would be so weak, or for him to have this little control. Usually he’s very dominant, especially when it comes to Heavy, yet the urge to be taken care of after so long is too strong to reject.
Medic considers himself to be a little on the bigger side, so he’s pretty surprised to find himself suddenly being lifted up into his desk by Heavy with ease. He’s already aware of the other Mercs strength but he thought he’d at least be a bit of a struggle to pick up, not that he’s complaining about being manhandled like that.
Speaking of Heavy’s strength, Medic thinks he’s being far too gentle with him. He’s seen that man tear people in two and smash men’s heads open with his bare hands, yet he’s treating the medic as if he were made of fine china. He grabs one of Heavy’s hands and pulls it rather harshly onto his crotch, trying to instigate a less delicate affection from the bigger man.
“More!” The medic demands rather harshly, he desperately needs Heavy and he’s not willing to wait any longer. “Take me right here mein schatz!”
“о...доктор..”
Medic grabs Heavy by his shirt to kiss him again, he wants to ravage that man’s body until he’s mindlessly pounding into his doctor so hard it would make God turn away in disgust at the sight of them. Their kiss quickly deepens into something more intense, their tongues dancing together with an insatiable hunger one another; all whilst Ludwig rubs himself against Heavy’s hand.
Heavy pulls away from the kiss for a moment to pull his shirt off and throw it amongst the crowd papers scattered along the floor, he carefully removes the medics lab coat being careful as to not damage it.
Medic begins to kick his trousers off, he wishes Heavy would just spread his legs open and rip his trousers into shreds. Although being cradled like this is beginning to feel undeniably nice…
“Bitte… make me bleed mein schatz..” he leans against the desk, his mannerisms seductive and filled with the fire of his dark lustful ideas. Dragging a hand down his tight buttoned shirt to his erection teasingly, trying to entice Heavy further. “Break my body for our pleasure-”
“What?!”
Medic looks up, confused by Heavy’s reaction, was that not sexy? Did he do something wrong?
“…huh?”
“Heavy will never hurt Doktor!”
Medic stares deadpanned at Heavy, he doesn’t even know how to react to that because it’s such a sweet thing to say but also incredibly annoying in this specific moment. Why does he have to be so caring and loving? Can’t he be a little impulsive like he is on the battlefield so the good doctor can get what he needs most?
He rolls his eyes, irritated to high hell “No- Heavy- that is not-”
However, he’s silenced once he feels Heavy’s hands against his cheeks, his stress is immediately lifted once again.
“Why does Medik want pain?”
Poor Heavy just doesn’t know why his doctor would enjoy being hurt, if anything he assumed Medic would try inflicting pain onto him of all things not asking for it.
Medic turns away for a moment, his heart fluttering at the bigger man’s concern, it’s so touching, he can’t deny it gives him a different feeling, a more tender one that contradicts his overwhelming erotic desire.
“I-It…just feels good sometimes..”
Heavy nods slowly, seeming to understand the medics' depraved wishes. His gaze darkens as he looks down at Medic.
“… If that is what Doktor wants.. Heavy will give it to him.”
Herbert’s eyes light up with excitement when Heavy says that, his blood running hot in his veins.
He’s pushed down onto the desk, watching as Heavy hastily unbuttons the medics shirt revealing his hairy, voluptuous, glistening chest to the cold air of the office. He moans softly at the feeling, however his dick is still fighting against his underwear, throbbing with frustration.
Heavy leans over Medic again, their breathing shallow and laboured as their large chests press against each other, nipples becoming erect as they rub together. Their lips meet again and it’s apparent that Heavy is being much more invasive than the last time but Medic certainly isn’t gonna put up a fight.
They moan into each other's mouths as their need for one another grows stronger, Heavy’s thick erection pressing against Medic’s own makes it harder for them to control themselves. Although Medic doesn’t quite seem to care about waking the whole base up, especially if it means getting railed against his desk instead of doing work.
Medic becomes more impatient, he’s fantasised about this for so long so the chances of him lasting longer than ten minutes are becoming slimmer and slimmer.
Heavy lays a few open mouthed kisses against Medics neck and shoulder as they grind against one another whilst Heavy’s hand snakes its way down to the waistband of Medics underwear and drags them off.
Ludwig attempts to grab onto Heavy’s trousers and deal with those too, however his hands are too weak from arousal and desperation to want to listen to him. Heavy laughs softly at the doctor's sudden poor coordination.
“Don’t worry Doktor.. Heavy will help.”
The bigger merc removes the clothes from his lower body and Ludwig almost loses more of his mind at the sight. He wants nothing more than to wrap his hands around it and remove the skin with his teeth. He wishes he had the medigun with him…
Medic knows Heavy is big, but now that they’re like this, so intimate, pressed against each other panting like dogs in heat; Ludwig just feels as if his body will overheat at this rate.
Heavy grabs Medics muscular thighs, spreading them open, Ludwig watches as the bigger man curses under his breath, both of them are struggling to keep in control.
“Uh…Heavy knows doktor wants pain… but Heavy does not want medik to hurt too much.”
Medic glares at him for rambling on, he rolls his eyes with impatience although he understands using lube would be for the best.. especially with Heavy’s size.
“Second drawer.”
Heavy doesn’t ask questions, he opens the desk drawer and fishes out the small blue bottle. He’s well aware of how big he is so he makes sure he pours out a generous amount of liquid onto his fingers. He stands above the medic again, kissing his forehead before finally inserting a thick digit inside his hole.
Medic gasps shakily at the feeling, he really hasn’t done this in a while and usually he isn't even on the receiving end of things. Just one of heavy’s digits stretching him out like this is making his brain melt.
“Doktor… plays with himself often?”
“N-Nien… I do not ha-have the time.”
Heavy doesn’t seem convinced, especially with the way that Medic is taking him so far, the doctor is practically sucking his fingers in. In fact, it doesn’t take Heavy long to add another digit into the doctor's sloppy hole.
“Ah.. so Doktor is just a needy slut.”
“Heavy!?” Medics' eyes widen in shock at Heavy’s words, usually he wouldn’t dare say anything of the sort to him. But… Medic can’t deny the truth to the other Mercs words. It just feels too good for him to want to protest.
And if anything, Heavy seems a bit surprised at his own bluntness, he was just distracted by how well Herbert was taking him, It made him forget to think about his words. “Nyet!- uh.. Heavy did not mean that…”
“Oh- shut up! Just- Just keep going!”
Medic rocks his hips into Heavy’s fingers, moaning while he tries to get them to go deeper. Heavy looks down at the doctor, taking a moment to just watch as his tits bounce with each movement, and listening to his deep moans. He honestly never thought his medic could look or sound this lewd.
“D-Do I have to do everything myself?” Medic groans with frustration. He didn’t wait this long just for Heavy to sit and stare. Then again, torturing Heavy by not letting him touch would be fun.
Heavy shakes his head and begins to thrust into Medic again, watching as the doctor shivers with delight. He adds a third, earning a loud whine from Ludwig.
The medic whimpers at the loss of contact when Heavy removes his digits, although it's very short lived as his excitement rises upon seeing Mikhail using the rest of the lube on his thick manhood.
When Heavy gets on top of Medic again, he can hardly hold back. Their fat stomachs press together whilst Heavy lines the tip up with Ludwig's hairy, leaking hole.
Heavy slowly pushes the tip inside, large hands stroking Medic’s thighs as he holds them open. The stretch makes Medic jolt with discomfort, he really hasn’t done this in a while. The two stay still for a moment, allowing Medic to adjust to the feeling.
“O-oh… Mischa you- hhn..” Medic gasps as he chuckles softly, he feels slightly embarrassed by the noises he’s making. He’s never really taken a guy as big as Heavy so it’s certainly an experience.
Heavy, however, is unable to move, pretty much frozen as he breathes heavily. This is because he’s restraining the urge to slam into Medic until the desk breaks in two.
After a second, Medic taps Heavy’s arm as a signal to start moving “Ok, mh.. You can go-oh! Scheiße!”
Heavy doesn’t wait for Medic to finish his sentence because he feels so good, the feeling of Ludwig’s plush insides quivering around his cock makes his head spin. With one hand on the medic’s thigh, holding him open and one hand gripping the desk, Heavy pulls back his hips slowly then pulls them back in harshly. A slow, yet rough pace that manages to kick the air out of Medics lungs.
Medic tries his hardest to compose himself, but the feeling of being held open whilst getting pounded is phenomenal. He can hardly make out Heavy’s expression through his crooked glasses, but he looks focused- dark even. Something about it makes Medic’s heart pulse with arousal to the point of making his whole body feel weak.
The bigger man stares down at Medic, he looks so beautiful in this state. Making someone who takes pride in his cleanliness and vanity look so dishevelled and slovenly makes him feel a sense of strange gratification. Heavy remembers what Medic said; he wanted to be hurt, how does one do that? He remembers he read a book with some sexual numbers in it a while ago, the man bit the woman in the neck because it's sensitive there. So Mischa leans in and bites down on Medic’s neck, hard enough to draw blood and leave a big purple bruise on the rough skin.
“Ah- oh God!!”
Medic pulls his hand up to bite down on it as it’s just too much, he never expected Heavy would do such a thing. However, Heavy isn’t having any of it and gently takes Medic’s trembling hand in his.
Heavy did not mean to bite down that hard, but… watching the scarlet and mauve colours stain Medic’s neck and drip down to his tits makes the Russian want to get even more rough with him. It doesn’t help that Medic is very loud despite trying to hold back his moans.
“F-Faster! Now!” Medic demands, he needs more, wiping the drool from his mouth as he tries to remain as put together as possible. Though… It's clearly not doing much.
Heavy nods and picks up the pace, leaving another (less brutal) bite on Medic’s collar. Perhaps if they used the Medigun, they could cut Medic open and watch as his guts get rearranged.
Biting, kissing, grabbing, scratching. A mess of hands and teeth clash together as the two mercenaries moan, their big chests rubbing against each other only causes more stimulation to attack their systems.
“so- viel! Ngh!” Medic manages to slur out, he can’t keep hold of himself anymore, exactly as he wanted it. Heavy reaches a hand up to the medic’s neck, thick digits gently rubbing along the darkening bruises. Medic wishes the bigger man would just grip his neck and choke him until he’s as purple as the marks on his neck, however, speaking isn’t an option when he’s having his brains fucked out of him.
“Ах! Доктор, простите меня…” Heavy suddenly grabs onto Medics legs and pulls them against the doctor’s head, then slams into him, hitting his prostate hard. The medic screams, seeing stars as Heavy abuses that soft bundle of nerves over and over, he grips onto the edge of the desk and arches his back off of it.
Desperate gasps for air fill the room as Heavy only loses more and more control. It's too difficult to maintain any order when the man beneath him is looking up at him with that glassy, unfocused look in his eyes. He can feel the medics legs shaking in his hands, and he can't resist the urge to grab his hairy breast, the plump flesh fills his hand as he gropes Medic roughly.
Medic can’t take it anymore, tears run down his face as his eyes roll back in pleasure. He tries to praise Heavy for doing so well, for pleasing him like this without a second thought, but all he can do is let out a few broken sobs.
Heavy can’t help but think this is going too far, but he genuinely can’t stop himself. Medic suddenly starts to laugh within his screams and moans, seeing the man smile like that only encourages Heavy to keep going, even though his medic looks so manic it's almost absurd. But they’re pretty much past that point now.
Ludwig can feel himself getting close to his climax, his stomach coiling with heat, or maybe that's just Heavy’s dick tearing through his stomach. It’s hard to tell.
“G-Gonna cum-” Heavy’s voice trembles, being reduced to some kind of fuck toy for Medic is such a thrilling feeling. He can’t take it any longer, he grabs Medic again only this time he sits him up in his arms, holding him close in his arms in a loving, gentle embrace.
Medic wraps his arms around Heavy, nails scratching red lines into the bigger man's back. This new position pushes Medic’s face in Heavy’s unshaven armpit a little, the thick scent of his musk only serves to make him even more turned on, if he could, he’d lick it and huff it, but that would make him seem even more depraved. In return Heavy digs his hands into Medic’s abdomen, unbeknownst to him that he could feel the bulge his cock is causing in Medic’s stomach. He’s definitely gonna lose his mind at this rate.
The medic goes limp in Heavy’s arms, thick ropes of cum paint their stomachs as he sobs, his body spasms as a wave of euphoria washing over him. Just the sight of Medic screaming out like that drives him to the edge, he groans loudly as he cums inside of Medic’s stretched, aching hole.
The pair shake in each other’s arms for a few minutes, re-gathering their thoughts so they can process what just happened. Heavy strokes Medic’s back soothingly, trying to help him recover because it was a lot. Reluctantly, Heavy pulls out slowly and lays Medic against the desk carefully, then picks up his shirt to use it as a rag to clean up.
Medic regains some of his strength, enough to finally be more aware of what's happening. He smirks up at Heavy as he wipes his face.
“You.. D-Did so well..”
“Well...Medik is more durable than originally thought..” Mischa laughs softly, gently wiping the blood from Medic’s neck. He takes the medic’s lab coat and wraps it around him, then carries him bridal style out of the office. They slip into the hallway and silently make their way to Heavy’s bedroom, he elbows his way through the door and sets Medic down on the bed.The two lay together, with Heavy’s arms around Medic, cradling him in his strong arms. The two are utterly exhausted from their little escapade together.
Medic smiles to himself, that was certainly worth the wait.