Have some Heavy/Medic interlude, then. (what is wrong with me, I cannot resist suggestion...) ~~~Genuine Article (Proxy side-story)~~~ There is a soft knock, almost hesitant. Medic sets down his book with some measure of reluctance to go to the door, but seeing Heavy there is enough reward for abandoning Hesse, whatever the reason. "Did you need something?" He steps to the side, holding the door. "I'm free." "Was... was talking to Spy early tonight..." His face falls, his shoulders rise and he sinks back into the nearest corner. "He told you... he told you... Gott in Himmel,I am sorry, but--" "Sorry? Is true, then?" Heavy smiles, slowly. "Did not know if maybe was Spy's idea of joke, but... He only tells me because I go to ask for same thing. Thinking cannot have real Doktor." Medic straightens, swallows. "You thought you could not have me?" "I can come in?" "Please." He laughs. Once Heavy is inside, he locks the door and clears the stack of files from off his bed. They sit there, for a moment awkward, side by side and with no idea what to do with each other. Heavy makes the first move, his hand brushing the doctor's face, coaxing him into a kiss. He does not keep the lead long, Medic kissing him back ferociously and climbing into his lap, pushing him onto his back and driving their mouths and their bodies together. "Always want this..." Heavy admits, in between kisses, as his fingers work at the buttons of Medic's waistcoat. "Always think, will never be mine..." "Pity... we could have done this from the start..." He pushes the Heavy's shirt up, his hands spreading out over the broad torso. "You are a fantastic specimen..." "Doktor says such sweet things." Heavy teases. "You, also. Very handsome. Sexy." Medic snorts, ducking his head down, blush colouring his cheeks. "Well, I don't want to argue with you about it..." "Is true." Heavy kisses him again, his tongue making a slow exploration of the other man's mouth, drawing forth little moans, both with the kiss and with his hands creeping up under the Medic's clothes. They finish undressing in a hurry, exchanging fond smiles that sometimes border on laughter, not out of amusement but out of a pure and simple happiness. Arousal wins out, each time, killing the chuckle in their throats and replacing the sound with high panting sighs and low animal groans. "What did you ask him for?" Heavy whispers, pulling Medic close. "I will give it..." "It never would have been enough, no matter how good the disguise. It never could have been enough, not from anyone but you... Oh, I want you to have me... have me any way that you want me," "On knees," Heavy smiles, one fingertip tracing along Medic's jaw. "Doktor has... very nice mouth. Always think so. Think about those lips, doing things... Then we switch?" Medic nods, grabbing his pillow and tossing it to the floor to kneel on. "A very fantastic specimen," He breathes, bringing his lips to the very head of the heavy cock before him. He measures every dimension with his hands and lips and tongue, catalogs every feel and every taste. His Heavy shows remarkable restraint, and he is excited to test the bounds, to find the threshold of reason and push past it. Finally, finally, words are hissed and growled in laboured Russian, hips buck slightly and a giant hand keeps his head in place so that he has no choice but to take everything. He deems the experiment a success and swallows. Heavy lifts him onto the bed, to lie on his back with his ass hanging over the edge, his legs thrown over broad shoulders. "This is fine?" Heavy teases, grinning up at him, lust still in his eyes. "Ja, ja, bitte..." He digs a heel in to pull the big man closer. Heavy's shoulders shake once in a silent laugh, as he lowers his head. "Like to see you want me..." He murmurs, the breath and the brush of his lips along the underside of Medic's shaft maddening. "I want you, I want you..." "Good." Heavy swallows him to the root at once, goes hard and fast right away, his hands roaming all over the Medic's body, and he pulls off at the end and uses one hand to bring the doctor off, so that he can watch his face as he comes. When the bed proves insufficient, they pull the blankets and the extra pillow down to the floor and lie in a tangle together for a while. "Staying like this all night... okay for back in morning?" Heavy grunts. "No, not really." Medic sighs. "Next time, my bed. Much bigger. Even room for Doktor to stay, if... if wanting to stay." He pulls himself to his feet and offers the other man a hand. "Tonight, should get dressed and go back there." "Yes. Or... we could both get dressed, and... I could go with you." Medic offers. "If you were wanting us to stay together." "Is good idea." Heavy kisses him again, before grabbing for his pants. "At least until Doktor can get bigger bed too."