1 . Name: Kaleido @ 2013-08-25 19:20

(AN: first time writing smut and I'm not too happy with it so feedback is appreciated)


It was cleaning day in Medic’s office.

The doctor was meticulate on a daily basis when it came to dusting and ensuring that none of his birds had squirreled away bloodied body parts for them to cuddle with later. It was another matter entirely when dealing with his papers.

Stacks and stacks of boxes littered the room. Filing cabinets filled with papers had been yanked out and dropped haphazardly around the floor like a child with their building blocks. The papers were mostly medical records of the BLU Team, a recording of each death they suffered throughout the week. It was all for collecting data on the Medigun to further improve Medic’s invention as well as document the effects it had on his patients. Amongst the papers were various medical textbooks that had failed to return to Medic’s shelves.

Heavy had offered to help. He was kneeling on the floor carefully restacking papers according to date and class, occasionally fishing a book out of the pile. Medic himself was rifling through the contents of a folder spread along a countertop. The sun was bright and shone through the windows, warming the office enough for Medic to have stripped to his waistcoat and remove his gloves. Heavy had left his bandolier and vest in his quarters, deeming them unnecessary for sorting through paperwork.

Although Heavy’s fluency in English had significantly improved since his employment with BLU, he was still unpracticed when it came to reading medical terminology. He took the opportunity to ask Medic the meaning of the various book titles he pulled out and sorted.

“And myotomy?”

Medic’s face lit up. “Ah, I vas vondering vhwere I had put zhat one. Myotomy is zhe surgical cutting of zhe muscles. I needed to brush up on amputation procedures vhen Engineer asked me to help vith one of his little projects.” He took the book from Heavy’s hand and caressed the cover of “Amputation for Amateaurs! A Maniac’s Guide to Myotomy!” before placing it lovingly on a shelf.

Heavy’s brow furrowed. “But Doktor, you do lots of amputations.”

Medic chuckled. “True, but for zhe most part I am never concerned about keeping the patient alive. I had to make sure Engineer avoided a trip through respawn and reset my vork!” He turned from the shelf and went back to sorting through paperwork on the counter top.

Heavy picked up another volume. “Doktor, what does ‘Andrology’ mean?”

“Andrology?” Medic repeated absently. “It is zhe field of male health. Specifically, of zhe male reproductive system.”

“Reproductive?”

“As in sex, ja?”

There was silence in the office. Then Heavy smirked slowly, an idea forming in his mind. “And how does male have sex?” He asked innocently.

“Are you seriously asking me? Vell, you know it begins with an erection—”

“And what is erection?”

Medic sighed and tossed a stack of papers onto the floor. “Honestly must I go to the beginning vith you?”

“Humor me, Doktor.”

“Ach, very vell,” said Medic, turning back to his paperwork. “An erection begins vhen soft spongy tissue in zhe shaft of zhe penis, zhe corpora cavernosa and corpora spongiosa, fill vith blood, causing—Heavy!”

The Russian had stood up and closed the distance between them, deceptively silent for a man his size, stopping just behind Medic. One massive hand was placed upon his shoulder.

The other hand lay on the front of Medic’s trousers.

The older man gaped and froze in shock, causing Heavy to smile. “Continue, Doktor,” he said softly into his ear.

It took a moment, but Medic picked up where he had left off. “Causing….causing zhe penis to enlarge and harden.”

Heavy rubbed up and down the front of the trouser and felt Medic begin to stiffen. “Like this?”

Medic nodded dumbly and continued to repeat his medical knowledge out loud. “Dilation of zhe arteries that feed blood to zhe penis results in engorgement of the spongy tissue." He paused to swallow and lick his lips. "This is in response to physical stimulation, psychological stimulation, or…or both.”

Heavy grinned, enjoying the flush slowly creeping over Medic’s face. He continued his administrations, slowly caressing the growing hardness. “…Simultaneous contraction of the muscles at zhe base of zhe penis prevents blood from draining out through the veins…” Medic was having trouble keeping his voice even, eyes screwing shut in the wake of his crumbling resolve.

“I see,” Heavy rumbled gently. “Which keeps erection up?”

“…Ja,” Medic panted. His breathing was quicker and his eyes flew open, wide with disbelief. Still, he continued. "Dilation of zhe arteries also causes blood to flow to zhe skin." Indeed the flush had now overcome Medic’s face. Heavy’s own face was hot while his hand kept kneading and stroking the bulging fabric. Medic gritted his teeth, his face contorting in pleasure. “Anozzer symptom of arousal is…is zhe dilation of zhe pupils. Und zhe nerves in zhe spinal cord receive input from—Nnngh!”

Medic’s hips jerked against Heavy’s hand. The hand holding the doctor’s shoulder was now practically keeping the man upright. Medic’s gloveless hands gripped Heavy’s forearm like a vice. His head rested against Heay’s chest, dark hair brushing against the Russian’s chin. His breathing was completely ragged now and his thighs trembled in an effort to keep still.

Heavy bit back a groan, wanting to keep control of the situation. Just a little more. He wouldn’t do more without Medic’s consent. All this time Heavy had been carefully monitoring the other man to make sure he was enjoying the experience. The slightest hint of duress and Heavy would have released his hold.

“Heavy!” Medic cried. “Ich vill…bitte, Ich—pleese, I need—”

Heavy hadn’t wanted anything more in his life. He wanted to kiss and suck and bite and fuck, however he knew the reality was both he and Medic wouldn’t last another thirty seconds. Heavey twisted the other man to face him and brought his mouth to his own. Medic moaned, tongue surging into his mouth, and gripped the other man’s collar tightly. The Russian quickly unzipped the doctor’s flies, letting the hard heat of his silken shaft fill his hand. Medic cried out and threw his head back and Heavy wasted no time covering his exposed throat with fierce, savage kisses.

He brought out his own aching member, having ignored it up until now, and grasped it along with Medic’s in a single hand. He stroked them both, pumping their cocks together until Medic gasped and a hot wetness splashed over Heavy’s hand. It was enough for him to reach his own climax, grunting as he came.

Medic staggered over to the counter, panting heavily. He watched heavy-lidded as Heavy brought out a handkerchief and wiped his hands clean before tucking himself back in his pants. Then he went to Medic and did the same, carefully zipping up his trousers. Medic smiled and tilted Heavy’s head down with one hand, bringing them into a languid kiss.

“Mmm vas zhat educational, Heavy?”

The Russian chuckled. “Always, Doktor. But next time you teach me about prostate.”


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