1 . Name: Anonymous @ 2011-11-26 06:03

A number of drinks and the freedom of the wee hours of the morning inspired me to sit down and scratch out some Heavy/Medic fluff. Probably a one-shot, but perhaps I'll get the courage and the ideas to keep going. Maybe I'll regret my drunken writing/posting, or maybe I won't, but I won't know unless I try.
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He hated the way his footsteps loudly echoed down the long concrete hallway. Despite his best attempts to be quiet, these late-night sojourns continued to be a liability. The Heavy sighed – he knew he would never be good with this secrecy, with maintaining this prolonged discretion. The giant Russian man had long ago accepted that wherever he went, he would be noticed. Still, if another member of the team was aware of all these afterhours visits to the infirmary… He tried to step as lightly as possible, doing his best to gently turn the door handle that was dwarfed in his rugged hand.

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Post-battle examinations done, administrative paperwork done, and <i>finally</i>, notes on the performance of the experimental equipment, DONE. The older German man smiled as he signed off on the last of his papers with a flourish. His work continued on even off the battlefield, consuming his attention long into the night. But tonight he’d made sure to finish in good time.

Leaning back in his chair, the Medic removed his spectacles and idly polished them with the bottom of his shirt. It was untucked now, with his waistcoat unbuttoned and his tie hanging loose. At these late hours, formality no longer took precedence over comfort and ease. Placing his glasses back on his nose, the Medic rubbed his temples and began to stretch. Old joints cracked, his weary body sounding pops and clicks akin to an old record player trying to find purchase in a record’s long-worn grooves.

<i>“When did I ever get to be so old?”</i> he mused. His body certainly felt the strain of his many years, but his mind still felt fresh. There was no loss in clarity, no end to the constant innovations and experiments, no dulling of emotional intensity…

The Medic started out of his thoughts as he heard footsteps reverberating in the barren hallway outside of his office and medical bay. Happily anticipating his guest he stood as quickly as he could and rushed to the door just as a large figure entered.

“So Doktor still heard me?” The Heavy did his best to close the door quietly behind him before he moved further inside. “I try to be quiet, but…” A vague gesture indicating his massive form was all the explanation needed.

“No worries at all mein freund. The sleeping quarters are on the other side of the base, and even if we were disturbed ” the Medic paused, a devious glint entering his eyes, “I’m sure I could find some way to guarantee the <i>unfortunate</i> man’s silence.”

A broad smile spread across the Heavy’s face. The Medic grinned back at his large companion, unable to resist the other man’s joyful enthusiasm.

“Thank you Doktor.”

The Medic was sure by now that he would never be able to fully pin down all of the contradictions that coexisted within the Heavy. Rage, brutality, sheer power and aggression could change in a second to compassion, affability, and an ever-protective kindness. This was a man who could kill you with his bare hands, but who was not afraid to express a child-like appreciation for sandwiches born from long deprivation in the Siberian gulags. Even the man’s body reflected this duality. Hard, strong muscles formed from years of work stood in contrast to a soft, slightly sagging belly that expressed no fear of indulgence. Quite frankly, the Medic found him irresistible.

“Well, come on then,” said the Medic, wrapping his arm around the Heavy’s waist and giving an appreciative squeeze. “We must make the best use of the time we have, yes?”

“Дa!” laughed the Heavy as he put his arm around the Medic’s shoulders. They stood for a moment in this half embrace, simply savoring each other’s company and the warmth of another body against their own. Then, laughing heartily and now doing nothing to hide his loud nature, Heavy scooped up a similarly laughing Medic into his large arms and carried him into the bedroom.