saw a picture of heavy and medic covered in blood and my first thought was "they should make out." im really really sleepy and its pretty stream-of-consciousness not-grammatically-correct but i hope its still enjoyable. captcha: man weeybo. captcha are you calling me a weeaboo i do not appreciate that. ----- â€Fuck, smear it on your face,†Medic growls, and Heavy does, dragging a blood-stained hand from brow to chin. “Yes,†the doctor rasps, then runs his tongue over a cheek and ends at the taller man’s earlobe, tugging on it with his teeth. They don’t always head straight to the showers after battles. When Heavy is blood-spattered, Medic won’t let him. The sight, the smell, the feel of hot blood over the giant—covering his hands once he’s punched a man to death or peppered over his body from shredding a body with Sasha—drives the German mad with lust. Heavy enjoys it too; the battle-lust and adrenaline rush are more potent when he is still dripping with his enemies’ insides. If the doctor is smeared with them as well, all the better. Heavy thinks they would bathe in it together if they could, but the amount they garner from fights is enough to drive them both wild. Medic has Heavy up against a wall in the Infirmary. So many surfaces in the room are already coated with blood, a bit more won’t upset anything. Their clothes, however, are ruined. The white lab coat and shirt are stained with long streaks of crimson and haphazard hand prints, but neither of them care. Medic is already scratching at Heavy’s biceps, trying desperately to draw them closer. He would draw them into each other if he could. “Fuck me,†Medic begs, nails dragging down his lover’s arms and leaving new rivers of red in their wake. Heavy sounds feral when he lifts the doctor bodily, throws him on an exam table, all but rips his pants off. “Fuck me,†the older man begs again, and Heavy spreads him open, takes him roughly, shoves his nose into salt-and-pepper-and-bloody hair. Screams erupt from one or both of them. They can’t be sure in moments like this. The sounds of skin on skin echo off the concrete walls, and Medic digs his nails in deeper, bites his lover’s lips until they bleed, and smiles up at him like a vampire or a wolf who’s just killed. The larger man can’t take much more, and his pace quickens, frantically chasing the heat of the doctor’s tight asshole. Medic clenches around him to speed the larger man’s orgasm, and Heavy grunts savagely as he pounds into him until he’s spilled his seed inside the smaller man. He’s not finished, though, not yet. Not until his doctor is. His hands are sticky from the drying blood, but he wraps a massive paw around the Medic’s fat erection and squeezes, pulls, keeps up the harsh rhythm he’d used to fuck him. Looking down at himself, Medic sees the blood mixing with his own pre-come, and he cries out, watching the red mix with white over his stomach and wrinkled shirt. The savagery softens as they come down from their highs, chest heaving in unison as their heartbeats start to slow. Heavy rests his head on Medic’s chest, ear pressed close over his heart, reveling in the soft thumps it makes. Medic holds him close, stroking that bald head and whispering reassurances. They are alive. They may not yet have conquered death, but they have killed many others, and they are alive.