Medic Foodplay ~ Heavy was irritated, more than irritated when he found that his favorite food was missing from the refrigerator. Not that sandviches weren’t his favorite food, but he was only allowed to eat those when a mission was going on. During relaxed times, such as these... he turned to other things. Like those german-made Sausages that Medic got from the supply trains. And there were various different ones, too. Some spicy, some sweet.. pork, beef, with vegetables, without... always something different. And Heavy enjoyed that. Although, at the moment, he was pretty hungry, and couldn’t find any. “MEDIC!†He yelled, looking into different cabinets. Normally Medic would help him find whatever he was looking for. Hell, Medic usually helped him with everything. Then again he was a Medic, and it was his job to help-healing, mostly. But he did other things, as well. Annoyed at the lack of response, he went wandering around the BLU base, intent on finding his friend. Maybe he was working downstairs, in the intel room. Or maybe in one of his labs. Huffing slightly, Heavy decided he would go look for his Medic despite the numerous places he could be. Intel room? Nope. Just Engineer giving his Sentry a friendly whack now and then. His room? Nothing there-hell, it was locked. Though heavy listened for a while, and decided that Medic wasn’t in there, either. Then, going downstairs into the deep rooms underneath the BLU base, Heavy wandered into a long hallway, with many doors. Most of them had glass windows, and while passing one, Heavy was sure he saw something move. Pausing, the giant of a man leaned into the glass, eyes looking around for anything. And what his eyes landed on, he would never be able to unsee again. Medic. His lovely Medic, naked from the waist down, holding one of the sausages Heavy was looking for, holding it tightly against his erect cock. “Ach!..†A moan, and the German bucked upwards and against the meatstick, white pearls of precum dribbling from the head of his penis. Legs were spread, with only garter socks left on. Another thrust, and he was babbling in German, his free hand gripping the sheets. Heavy stared. And stared. And stared some more, as Medic grinded against the sausage, moaning and whining like Heavy had never heard him before. Back arched, body trembling with every sensual stroke... Then Medic did moved up, releasing the grip on his cock, but bringing the sausage to his mouth. Tentatively, he licked at it, then bit down, hips thrusting upwards as the flavor of cured meat and spices flooded his already sensitive tongue. “Mein Gott!†He groaned, and this time took another, much larger bite, before placing the meat next to his penis and starting to rapidly rub himself against it, hips thrusting and moans slipping unguarded from his throat. Then, all at once, the Medic gave a sharp cry, body shaking as orgasm took over, with thick tendrils of white sprouting from his cock. A few moments of bliss, with the German’s face positively /orgasmic/, and it was over. Heavy moved away from the door silently, as if in thought. Then he began walking away. He would never eat sausage again. Ever.