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"Open it, open it!"
Heavy smiled as he looked at the little box in his hands. The two of them sat side by side on the bed in their room. "Why is Doctor so excited?"
"I think you'll like it," Medic said, leaning forward with a wide grin. His voice lowered a little, that mid-range between suggestive and menacing that made Heavy raise an intrigued eyebrow.
Heavy opened the box slowly and took a look inside. He paused, studying the contents for a few moments, before fishing it out. It looked tiny in his large hands, a little strip of bent plastic and fiber with...
"This is..." Heavy turned it this way and that. "This is... headband?"
"Mmhmm." Medic could barely contain himself. "Pyro helped me make it! They didn't have any in the catalogue."
Heavy turned his attention to the two little fabric ears at the top of it, rubbing them between his fingers. "And these are... bear ears? This is bear headband?"
"I thought it seemed appropriate." Medic tilted his head just slightly, his voice dropping lower. His intent was clear, and he could see from the hungry interest in Heavy's eyes that it hadn't gone unnoticed.
"You think Heavy is bear?" Heavy said, with a playful smirk. Perfect. The game had begun. "Is because Heavy is Russian?"
"Well, partly." Medic waved a hand, then reached out to take the headband from his hands. Heavy let it go with a raised eyebrow. "But also you are so big and strong." He reached out to put the headband on Heavy's head: Heavy let him do it, although he still had that smug look. The headband looked ridiculous on him, although maybe it was a little cute. That wasn't really the point though. "You're protective, and sleepy, and you like food... really, the comparison makes itself, Großer."
Heavy looked at him a little longer, then shook his head. The little bear ears wiggled back and forth with the motion, and Medic wished he had a mirror so Heavy could see them for himself. "Medic is teasing Heavy. Heavy is giant man, not giant bear."
"You even sound like a bear, with your deep growl." He rested a hand on Heavy's forearm. "And you have all that hair on your chest..."
Heavy reached up, still smiling, and took the headband off. He placed it back in the box. "Doctor is playing games. Heavy is not interested in being bear for you."
"Ooh." Medic pouted for appearances, but this was expected. It wouldn't be fun for either of them if Heavy gave in so quickly. They both knew it by the sly smile on Heavy's face as he looked at him sidelong. "Are you sure?"
"You should give to Pyro." Heavy handed the box back to him. "They would appreciate."
"It's for you!" Medic pushed it back towards him. "Really, it almost looks cute on you."
Heavy shook his head with a bit more force, although he was still smiling, and he still took the box back. "Heavy is not wearing headband for you. Have to be happy with Heavy as Heavy."
"Oh, I suppose." Medic heaved a dramatic sigh as Heavy set the box to one side, then reached out to pull him close.
"Doctor gets such strange ideas." His breath was hot across his neck as his voice vibrated through his arms, passing warmth through the two of them. "Why do you want bear?"
"Well, bears can be very fierce, just like you." Medic leaned his head back as Heavy pressed a kiss against his throat. "There's really nothing that can kill them."
Heavy huffed a brief laugh against his skin, his arms tight around him. "Heavy kills bears, he does not pretend to be bear."
"You can kill everything," Medic breathed, and he let the rest of the conversation go in favor of heated gasps and touches.
The groundwork was set. Now for the fun part.
---
They didn't talk about the headband for a few days, each pretending that it hadn't happened while knowing very well that it did while they shot each other knowing looks. The gift box stayed in their room, sitting in clear and obvious sight on the nightstand, despite Heavy saying he was going to give it to Pyro any day now. The prospect hung between them still, silent and waiting, charging each moment it was unsaid with anticipation.
Medic suspected that he'd be the one to make the next move - Heavy moved slowly in many aspects of his life, and he liked reacting to Medic's moves more so than making his own. It suited Medic just fine, as he'd always been rather proactive in everything he did. The white pieces to Heavy's black on the chessboard.
That didn't mean Heavy couldn't make his own moves if he felt like it, however, and he had a tendency to do so when he felt like he had the element of surprise. People who underestimated him regretted it, and he had a keen eye for when someone was doing so. He liked keeping Medic on his toes, catching him off-guard, which also suited him just fine.
The prospect of Heavy doing something, taking their little game in an unexpected direction, was thrilling. Would he move before Medic did? What could he have planned? Heavy might not have been very good at chess, but he could be an expert at these little teasing mindgames they played at times. It was part of what made him so irresistable.
At dinner one night, Heavy asked Soldier, "Do Germans have animal?" and received a blank stare in response.
"What do you mean?" Spy raised an eyebrow at him from the end of the table. Pyro looked up with a curious mmph, and soon all eyes were drawn to Heavy.
"Like Russia and bears. France and frogs. Australia and..."
"Kangaroos?" Sniper ventured, apparently unbothered by the association, as he toyed with his glass. Heavy nodded.
"Yes, this. Germany has animal like this?"
Spy gave him an annoyed frown at the mention of frogs, then shrugged dismissively. "Why aren't you asking the doctor? He is German, after all. He should know."
"Ah, good idea," Heavy said, leaning back and giving Medic a sidelong look with a smile. "Doctor, what is good animal for you?"
Playing the game in front of the others! Heavy never made this boring, he never disappointed. It sent a little thrill through him, a bit of a trill in his voice as he waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, I don't know if we have an animal." His face felt a little warm in spite of himself. "Not like French or Russians do..."
Soldier abruptly stood up, slamming both hands down on the table loud enough to scare Scout out of his seat beside him.
"EAGLES!" he screamed. "America and the BALD EAGLE!"
They all stared at him in silence for a few moments.
"Yes... animal like that," Heavy said, with a bit of an awkward laugh, and Soldier sat down beaming with pride.
"All I can think of is German Shepherds." Engineer scratched his head. "Dunno if that's really the same thing though..."
"The Doc' woul' definitely be a pigeon... dove... one o' his birds." Demoman looked over, his words slurred as he took another drink from his bottle. "Definitely a bird tho'."
"I'd totally be a cardinal," Scout said confidently, waving a fork and nearly getting potatoes all over Soldier to his side. "Like the St. Louis Cardinals, you know 'em? Yeah you do, everyone does-"
Before Scout could start rambling, Pyro raised a hand.
"Mmph mmpgh!"
"Well..." Engineer laughed once. "I guess we didn't specify they have t' be real animals... I can see ya as a unicorn."
"Mmhph."
"Well, Balloonicorn then." Engineer shrugged with a smile, and Pyro nodded.
The conversation descended into heated discussion over which mercenary would be which animal while Medic and Heavy shot each other occasional looks from the corner of their eyes. Medic hadn't been expecting him to bring it up like that, bring it so close to the open but not quite there. Such a fun surprise! Heavy really was full of them.
Now the ball was in his court, and Medic had some surprises of his own in store.
---
Heavy was reading on their bed beside him, relaxed with his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and then Medic got up to go get something. Heavy watched him go, curious, and then when he saw Medic come back with another package in hand, he shook his head with a smile.
"Doctor is giving many gifts recently." Heavy tilted his head away from him a little, pushing his glasses back up. God, Medic loved it when he wore those, they looked so good on him.
"Well, I just keep seeing things that seem perfect for you." Medic got back on the bed by his side and handed him the package. This one was smaller and wrapped in paper, and it folded easily in Heavy's hands.
"Oh? This will be perfect for me?" Heavy raised an eyebrow, then pulled apart the brown paper. Once revealed, he set it down on his stomach with a brief laugh, a bit playful and a bit disbelieving.
"You are thinking of bears again?"
"Try them on!" Medic gave him an encouraging gesture. "I got the biggest size they had, since your hands are so large, Großer."
Heavy took out the furry fingerless gloves, looking them over with a critical eye and that smile. "Is too small. I already have bear hands from bear I killed with bare hands." Medic couldn't help an impressed sound at the wordplay. That didn't come easily to Heavy. "They are bigger. Have claws too for killing cowards. These are... eh." He set them down with a dismissive toss. "Baby gloves for playing."
"At least try them on!" Medic picked one up and held it back out to him. "I went to all the trouble to get them, you can at least try them on!"
"Fine, fine." Heavy sat up a bit more and tried to pull on one of the gloves. It was a tight fit, even with the largest size, but in the end he managed it. The other followed, and he took a moment to look his hands over front to back. The palms even had little pink plastic pawpads, which Heavy shook his head at. "See. They are small."
"You still got them on, Großer, so they aren't too small." Medic reached out to run a finger over the back of one of the gloves. The fur had the same synthetic feel as a plush toy. More importantly he could feel how taut it was, how the fabric struggled to contain Heavy's strength. "I think they fit you. Your hands are so big, they're almost paws anyway."
"Doctor is teasing Heavy again." Heavy started to pull the gloves off, giving Medic a knowing look. "In Russia, you do not tease bears. Always you regret this."
"Oh, what happens?" Medic raised his eyebrows, leaning a little closer to him. Heavy got both of the gloves off after a little effort, looking over at him with a smile. He reached out and took hold of Medic to pull him on top of him.
Moving him seemed to take barely any effort at all, something that always made Medic's heart skip a beat. Heavy loved to display his strength, show off for him and anyone who was watching. He'd flex or do push-ups (one-armed!) or lift weights or shadow-box near him at times, trying to distract him and it always worked. Medic couldn't resist him, he could never take his eyes off of him when he did that. Heavy liked to show off, and Medic loved to admire.
Little moments like these where he lifted or moved him, those little casual reminders of just how powerful Heavy was... it was a wonder sometimes how they got any work done at all with how hungry they were for each other. He could even experiment on Heavy most of the time, what more could he need? After battle sometimes Heavy would lift him up to sit primly on one of his shoulders so he could survey the carnage they'd wrought, a dark prince on his powerful living throne, both of them laughing wildly into the dusty sunset. God, what a perfect man.
"You do not play with bears. They will kill you." Heavy ran one of his hands along Medic's side, searching for the edge of his shirt to go beneath it. "They have powerful claws, huge teeth. Will tear you apart. If you tease bears, you will be dead man."
"Oooh?" Medic drew it out as he adjusted himself to give Heavy easier access. He pressed a finger against Heavy's lips. "But you're not a bear, you said. You'd never do such a thing, would you?"
Heavy waited until Medic lifted his finger away, his eyes dark now with lust as he pulled him closer. "Heavy is giant man, not bear."
"Of course." Medic shrugged his shirt off as Heavy began kissing down his chest. "Of course, ah..."
Again the conversation died in favor of other things. They lay next to each other, exhausted, and yet Medic's heart raced at what would happen next, the anticipation and the mystery of it. What move would Heavy make?
They slept, each with interesting dreams, the gloves fallen to the floor beside the bed.
---
In the morning, Medic found the gloves neatly wrapped back up in the brown paper, set carefully beside the box with the headband. Heavy insisted, when asked, that he was going to give them to Pyro or Scout, or someone else who'd appreciate them. Maybe he'd even throw them away, since they were too small, and he smirked at Medic's protests.
"Heavy has real bear hands." He'd shrugged, well aware of how hurt Medic looked at the threat. "Do not need little baby bear hands."
"If you throw them away, I'll never forgive you." Medic shook a finger at him, even though they both knew the gloves were going nowhere.
The tension that day was almost unbearable between them. It crackled in the air; the question of who would break it, who would heighten it, how it'd resolve. He and Heavy were in perfect sync during that day's battle, in part because they could barely take their eyes off of each other. Looking at him made his heart race, his breath come fast. Whatever was coming, he couldn't wait. It took all his self-control not to just push Heavy against a wall and take things into his own hands.
But that wasn't the end goal of all this. Truly amazing experiences took some time to craft. Ending it early would be disappointing for both of them - he'd clearly seen the lust in Heavy's eyes during the day as well, could see the red on his face when he looked his way amid the spatters of blood. When they touched, when Heavy clapped him on the shoulder to congratulate him for a job well done, it reverberated through both of them. He could see that little shudder along Heavy's shoulders in mirror of his own. It felt like the tiniest thread of self-control was all that kept them from tearing each other's clothes off.
At dinner that night, Heavy didn't say anything to fan the flames, but he did touch his foot to Medic's beneath the table, a slow rub that couldn't be mistaken for anything else. Medic's face flushed and he lost his train of thought, stumbling through the middle of his sentence, and when he gave Heavy a look, he was focused entirely on eating like he was innocent.
Toying with him! He always found his little ways and usually in front of the others, since that always made him the most flustered. Medic coughed and tried to regain his composure, Scout rolled his eyes at them both, and the others politely ignored (or in Soldier and Pyro's case, didn't notice) the fumble.
Medic's heart hammered in his chest as they went back to their room together. Was now the time? Should he bring out his final piece now, declare checkmate? Should he linger a little longer so he could savor the victory that much more? Was it time?
They went about their bedtime routine, Medic nearly shaking with anticipation and nerves, and the unreadable looks Heavy gave him didn't put him any more at ease. He had to be doing it on purpose. They lay next to each other on the bed, Medic trying to take notes on the recent animal parts he'd acquired to no avail. He couldn't think about anything else but their game.
Medic was on the very cusp of making his move when Heavy shifted on the bed, setting his reading glasses aside, and he reached a hand out to bring Medic's head close to his own. He kissed his forehead, an unusually tender gesture.
"Tired tonight," he said, and he could hear the smug smirk in his voice. "Think I will sleep early."
With that, he simply turned over, turned off his lamp, and settled down on his side. Medic was left at a loss for words, then he was almost fuming with frustrated tension. He'd been about to do it! He was just a few seconds away from getting up and putting it in motion!
No doubt Heavy knew and waited until just the right moment to tease him a little more. With a new sense of determination, Medic settled down to sleep himself. Two could play at this game. Tomorrow, he'd make his move.
---
The next day's battle felt like an eternity. Every minute passed like an hour, Medic's thoughts consumed by images and plans for what would happen later that night when he and Heavy were alone. He ran it through over and over again, endless permutations, each one more heady and exciting than the last and each one making the seconds crawl by all the more slowly. He was so distracted by his fantasies that his performance suffered, his attention wandering when he needed to watch for a knife in his back or a sniper's dot on the wall.
To be fair, Heavy also was a little distracted, although he was better at hiding it. Still, he was slow those few seconds to react, still he stared off into the distance at times lost in thoughts that left his face a little warm, his hands a little tight on his gun, his breath a little fast. When he called out for an ÜberCharge, there was definitely an edge to it that made Medic's mouth go dry. They were almost vibrating with need for each other, barely able to keep their hands to themselves.
For their part, their teammates just rolled their eyes and ignored them to go about their own business. This kind of thing happened often. Telling them to focus would just get you torn limb from limb. As long as they were victorious, which they were, that was all that mattered.
At dinner, Heavy and Medic were quiet and didn't toy with each other, didn't secretly touch under the table or hint with subtle innuendo. Still, Medic's heart beat hard in his chest. Still, he could see a faint tremble in Heavy's hands as he picked up his silverware, hear him shifting uncomfortably in his chair at times. Medic had a good idea why - his clothing had felt uncomfortably tight for most of the day as well.
Finally, dinner ended and they went back to their room, both still holding up the pretense that nothing was going to happen, pretending that the crackling anticipation wasn't there and it was just a normal day. They shed their uniforms and settled down into their more casual clothes; Medic with just his button-up shirt and Heavy in his short sleeves. As they were putting things away in the dresser, their hands touched and it was like a bolt of electricity leapt between them. Medic couldn't help a quiet sound at it, and he didn't miss the intake of breath as Heavy heard it.
"A long day, yes?" Medic said, going to fuss with the books on the shelf to give the appearance of doing something. The air felt thick with tension, a haze of restraint so brittle it could break any second, like two magnets centimeters from slamming together.
"Da..."
Medic straightened out some of the clutter atop the dresser, aligning things precisely to the edges of the wood, and he glanced out of the corner of his eye every now and then to see what Heavy was doing. He was sitting on the bed, his hand on his book on the nightstand, right beside the box and the gloves. He thumbed the pages of it, but he hadn't picked it up yet, looking around the room and occasionally glancing at him.
Heavy knew and was waiting.
"Oh, I just remembered..." Medic began, with a brief cough to steady his shaking voice. His heart beat so hard that it felt difficult to hear anything else. He knelt down to dig into the bottom drawer of the dresser where he'd hid the last package. "I got you something else..."
"Another gift?" Heavy paused, and when Medic looked back he'd crossed his arms. "Better not be what Heavy thinks it is."
"Oh? What do you think it is?" Medic came over to him, his hands behind his back for a few brief pointless moments before he whipped out the package to hold out to him. It was a similar size to the one for the gloves, and similarly soft. "Is that any way to show gratitude?"
Heavy took the package, merely holding it in his large hands as he gave him a look. "If gift is what I think it is, then Doctor is teasing Heavy again. If you keep teasing Heavy..."
"Open it!" Medic could barely hold in a giggle, nudging the package in his hands. "You'll see!"
Heavy shook his head, then ripped the paper apart. He pulled out two thick socks, each printed with the pattern of a bear paw.
"I had to get you a matching set." Medic folded his hands behind his back. "It'd be terrible to let your feet get cold."
This was it, this was the moment. He could see it in Heavy's face, the calculation, the planning of how exactly to move his piece in place to end the game. "Doctor keeps teasing Heavy about being bear. If Heavy was bear, I do not think you would be happy."
"Oh? Why?" Medic rocked on his heels a little, a tingle running up his spine.
"I told you, if you tease bears, you regret it. They do not like to be teased." Heavy tilted his head, that wide smirk on his face. He was playing a little close to his chest, tempting Medic into pushing things just a little further. Having come this far and being this close, how could he not?
"Oh, I'm not teasing you, Heavy." Medic turned to one side, opening up the package with the gloves and holding them out to him. Heavy just regarded him quietly, another invitation for him to go further, and Medic took his huge hand and threaded the glove onto it himself. "It's just a fact! You're very bear-like, you know."
"You would not like a bear Heavy." They were so close now. He could hear how thick Heavy's breathing had become, the heat radiating off of him as he pulled the other glove onto his hand. Each tug he made to get it over his massive knuckles went through them both, a precursor to how this night would end. The fabric strained to hold him. "Would be a wild thing, tear you to pieces. Always teasing bears ends like this."
Medic turned and slowly reached into the box with the headband, holding it in his hands between them both. They each stared at it for a few long seconds, their breath loud between them, each face hot. This moment felt eternal in a much more tantalizing way.
Medic set the headband on Heavy's head, rubbing one ear between his fingers before stepping back to admire him. Really, with the gloves and headband, Heavy looked even sillier than before, although there was still something a little cute to it. It was the look on Heavy's face though that really entranced him.
Now all he needed to do was...
"Oh, I almost forgot something. Let me go get it." Medic turned away from him and took a step, even though he hadn't forgotten anything. He just had to initiate...
Yes, he heard the creak of springs behind him as Heavy get up from the bed. He took a long step forward, narrowly avoiding one of Heavy's arms as he grabbed for him.
"Heavy, what are you doing?" Medic said, even though he clearly knew. He took another quick step, curious now about how long he could evade him, but Heavy could move quickly when he wanted to. The chase was over in only a few seconds. Those powerful arms wrapped around Medic, prompting a startled gasp as he was pressed hard against him, his back to Heavy's chest. The little spike of surprise at it blended well into the anticipation.
"I told you." Heavy tightened his grip on him, pulling him back towards the bed. "You tease bears, you regret it."
"I wasn't teasing you- ah!" Medic leaned his head back as Heavy ran one hand along his throat. The other traced its way down to his pants to begin undoing the buttons. Medic made a faint wanting sound under his breath. "You just remind me so much of..."
"I think Doctor wants to be torn apart by bear," Heavy murmured by his ear, his thick voice sending shivers through him. "If you keep teasing bear, it must be what you want."
It was exactly what he wanted, and they both knew it. There was only way this was going to end.
"What are you going to do?" Medic turned his head to whisper back to him, low and breathless. He arched his back as Heavy slid his pants down his hips, and he was all too eager to kick them all the way off when they were down far enough. Heavy ran his hand back up along his thigh to his side, prompting a shiver all the way through him. "You aren't going to tear me apart, are you?"
Heavy brought him close enough to the bed to push him down face-first onto the mattress, pulling off his briefs in one fluid motion as well. Medic couldn't help a gasp at it - the movements were rough, although not so much to actually damage his clothes. Medic had been particular about that after a rather savage tryst early in their relationship had torn one of his best shirts.
"People do not respect bear until they meet bear," Heavy said over him. He couldn't see him, bent over the side of the bed as he was, but he could feel one of his hands on his back, keeping him down, and the strange sensation of the plastic pawpads and fake fur of the gloves. His glasses were askew, knocking half the world a few inches off from the other. "Until they see what bear can do, they tease. Is dangerous."
Like either of them could stay away from danger! Medic groaned a little as he felt something cold and slick against his skin. He hadn't heard Heavy rummage around for the lube... had he already had it out on the nightstand and he hadn't even noticed?
"Ah..." He felt one of Heavy's fingers press into him, and the noise he made was at once wanting and a bit frustrated. He didn't want fingers, he didn't want to take this slowly. That'd betray the entire point of the scenario!
"Doctor needs to see how dangerous it is. Needs to respect animal bigger and stronger than you."
There, thankfully, he could feel the head of Heavy's cock pressing against him. Of course Heavy could tell what he wanted. Medic moaned, trying to think of something clever to say to spur it on, another little addition to the script. Whatever it was he stringing together fell apart when Heavy took hold of his arms and pinned them down to the bed, trapping him under him.
Heavy leaned his head down near his, his breath hot and fast against the side of Medic's face, his voice a low and throaty growl that resonated in the pit of Medic's stomach. "Heavy will show you what bear can do."
Heavy pushed into him, a little, and Medic groaned and raised his hips to try and bring him closer. As fierce and rough as Heavy could be at times, he always had his limits, his little ways of caring. This was one of those ways - he preferred to enter slowly, worrying of course about going too fast and hurting him.
In reality, Medic preferred it fast. There'd be a bright stab of pain from taking it all at once, of course, but after about thirty seconds, his body would heal itself and he'd be fine. When Heavy took his time, it hurt less but it took longer. Sometimes he'd indulge Heavy, but right now he did not want to wait.
After all, if Heavy was going to ravish him like a wild animal, he wouldn't wait, he'd just do. Wasn't that the entire point?
Medic strained a little under Heavy's grip with a frustrated sound. A breathy "please" escaped his lips, a fervent thought momentarily taking on a physical form.
His Heavy, just as he hoped, knew him so well. Heavy took in a breath, then rammed fully into him with no warning, prompting a loud and pained yelp. Medic instinctually struggled to break free, gripping the sheets of the bed with white knuckles as pain radiated through his lower body and everything in him tensed. He gasped for breath, most coherent thought blotted out as his body screamed what are you doing at him.
"You see?" Heavy said above him, breathing hard himself, but he stayed where he was for those long seconds it'd take for Medic to recover. They'd done this many times, after all, and it wasn't as if how tight he was like this wouldn't have an effect on Heavy as well. "This is what happens."
Medic meant to say something in response to that, but all he could manage was a long wanting moan. As his body healed and the pain died down, it was replaced by that beautiful warmth and hardness within, that undeniable presence of Heavy, as close as one could get. His body adjusted around him, took him in, welcomed him as the warmth of angry nerves changed to the warmth of wanting more. Any slight movement he made in this quiet, still moment between them was felt so keenly between them both. He could make Heavy groan deep in his chest with the clenching of just a few muscles, the rush of power at the sound as sweet as the feeling of him inside him. When Heavy shifted his hips just a little as he adjusted his footing, Medic couldn't help a throaty high gasp at it, at the hint of what was to come.
Many moments today had felt too long, but he didn't mind taking his time with this one. The delicate cracks in the ice before you plunged through. The anticipation of it took your breath away.
Once satisfied that Medic had crossed the threshold from tense with pain to tense and waiting, Heavy pulled back, slowly, gauging his reaction throughout. His body felt empty as Heavy's cock left him, but it wasn't for long. He thrusted back into Medic powerfully, pressing him hard against the mattress. Medic gasped out again, the sudden full sensation driving thoughts of anything else out entirely, his face burning. He clutched at the sheets at the feel of it, of his own body shifting itself to accomodate him, make room for him.
Medic moaned loudly as he pulled out once again, another slow movement, as if to make sure he'd judged him correctly, and then he leaned down close over him, his grip tightening on his arms. He heard Heavy take a breath through his teeth, the slightest of warnings before his hips began moving fast and brutal, rocking him against the mattress with power that was impossible to fight. The sudden frantic pace had him struggling to escape instinctually, not that Heavy's iron grip would allow him that. It was so fast, so hard, that all he could do was gasp with each push into him, marking it like he was counting how hard Heavy could fuck him.
He felt hot, light-headed almost, tension running through his shoulders and thighs, his body reacting and opening further for him to get what it wanted, to seek out that primal pleasure in just the right spot. Medic felt Heavy breathing on his shoulder, panting for breath as he pounded into him, and then he felt that warmth come close and then he bit him, hard on one shoulder.
Medic yelped, partly in surprise and partly for the flush of trembling heat it sent through him, and then Heavy bit him again, right near the first, and again near that, with a low growl. Medic couldn't help a shaky sound at each, the last breaking off into a breathless moan.
The pain would be temporary of course, but for those few seconds it was sharp, and the weight of the situation now clouded out all else. Pinned underneath him, unable to move while Heavy thrust powerfully into him, able to do anything he liked with him... all around him there was Heavy, all there was was Heavy. His arms ached in his tight grip, Heavy's great stomach against his back pressed him down as he thrust into him.
With that acknowledgement of the powerlessness of the situation came an exhilaration he'd never get tired of. This power, this strength, this indomitable presence, all of this was his. This massive bear of a man, fucking him without mercy, was his. This brutality was at his command, the most perfect weapon that could ever exist with only his hand on the trigger. Heavy would tear God apart with his bare hands if Medic asked. Here, pinned beneath him, helpless under his onslaught, Medic had never felt more powerful in his life.
This was the real intoxication of it, the addiction he had no hope of breaking. All he could do was moan louder and louder, shameless with it, as Heavy thrust faster into him and bit into his shoulder and the back of his neck, fierce claiming things with accompanying growls. Was he bleeding? God, he hoped he was bleeding, that he'd driven Heavy into a true mindless frenzy.
"Ah, Heavy-" Medic barely managed the words, his voice bouncing along with each thrust into him. He clawed at the bedsheets, the muscles along his shoulders shivering, everything on a needle's edge. He could feel it building in his gut, the growing tension along the muscles of his legs. "I'm-"
And then... Heavy slowed down. Confused, Medic lay panting while the thrusts became long and languid. The tension that was growing died down slowly, back down to a frustrating simmer.
"Heavy." Medic tried to catch his breath with a frown of disapproval that he hoped Heavy would catch from above him.
"Not fun to be teased, hm?" Heavy was out of breath above him as well, but he could still hear the smile in his voice.
Medic made a very annoyed "ooh" sound, which Heavy laughed at. "Heavy! You're, ah-" Medic groaned a little under his breath as Heavy pushed back into him too slowly. He took in a deep breath. "You're ruining it."
Heavy laughed at that again, still taking his time. "Just reminding Doctor. Always regret teasing bears."
Medic would have tried to think of a response to that, but without warning Heavy began his bruising pace again, and there were no words to be found. He gasped, straining again against Heavy's grip to no avail, his body jerking with each powerful thrust. That tension in him built up again, the oncoming feeling back as though it never left. His breathing got harsher, the noises he made with each exhale a little higher and more strained as it got closer. He could feel his self-control wavering, the moment his body would take over entirely so close.
Heavy hummed above him in satisfaction at hearing him, completely aware of what was about to happen, which was just the last touch that Medic needed. It seized through him suddenly, leaving him gripping the sheets with white knuckles, his feet scraping against the floor as he shuddered and came hard against the side of the bed. He shut his eyes tightly with a loud cry throughout, shivering his way through the quakes of it going through his body, setting each nerve alight and drawing everything as tight as a bow. The warmth flooded through him, a quiet sense of peace and pleasure like no other that blocked out all else for those few precious seconds.
He panted for breath as the haze cleared, his face tingling, dimly aware that Heavy was still thrusting into him, although his pace had slowed. He'd been distracted watching him, no doubt - he always liked to watch when Medic came, just to see the look on his face. Medic couldn't say he didn't enjoy watching Heavy in similar situations either.
Heavy had leaned a little away from him when his climax hit, perhaps to get a better view, but now he leaned back over him close. "Oh, Doctor is finished...?" he murmured by his ear. "Is too bad. I'm not done yet."
"Ah..." In a way, he'd been hoping for that. Another little reminder of Heavy's control only left him feeling stronger for it. Beautiful man. Entirely his. He made a faint whimpering sound under his breath, hoping it'd be just what Heavy'd want to hear, and from the pleased sound in response he was right.
"We are done when I say we are done." Heavy pulled out of him almost entirely, then slammed back into him, sending him rocking against the bed with a loud gasp. With that, he resumed his frantic pace from before, close over Medic's back as he panted for breath. Worn out and drained, Medic let Heavy's movement dictate his own, going limp a little to clear his thoughts so he could just study the sensation of it. The world narrowed down to just the push and pull, the warmth and coolness, the emptiness and fullness. There was nothing else but Heavy; his hands holding him down, his weight and heat wiping all unimportant things away. He could lose himself so easily in this and often did.
Even drained, still there was pleasure from it, still his body fed it to him in quiet pulses with each powerful thrust inside, kept that warmth high and that pleasant, contented feeling strong. He could hear Heavy grunt with the effort he was putting into each hard thrust, how hard he was breathing and the thought that he was responsible, that Heavy was working so hard to get so deep in him, that Heavy was lost in pure animal lust for him, sent a nice thrill along his spine. For him, all for him. All his.
Heavy slowed down again, taking in deep harsh breaths as he leaned away a little. Was he already tired? No, his endurance was far greater than this. He hadn't come yet - Medic would have felt it. Was he just adjusting himself...?
Was he also trying to hold himself back, as he'd held Medic back? Prolong the moment just that much more? That was more restraint than Medic expected, and while he did admire his fortitude, it did break the mood a little bit.
Medic moaned loudly, trying to tempt him into continuing again, struggling just a little under his grip. He was sure Heavy was close. He could hear the fabric of the bear gloves straining over Heavy's tight fists, their seams stretching. Finish the job, he tried to put into the moan. You have me here, what are you waiting for?
Medic couldn't help a smile as Heavy leaned back over him with a growl, starting his frantic pace again. Heavy couldn't resist him, he never could. He could play him like his violin. The strongest man in the world at his beck and call. He couldn't help a pleased hum at the thought, the tone shaking as Heavy kept pounding into him. The ferocity of it almost took his breath away, left him gasping breathless with each harsh push against the mattress, the bedframe squeaking madly.
Medic could tell it was coming by how Heavy's breath hitched, how his movements became more rapid and jerky, the desperation in each thrust to get as deep into him as possible. He could encourage Heavy to come, but he preferred something a bit more subtle. He moaned again, louder this time, arching his back against him, gripping the sheets tightly, trying to sound as shameless as possible. It wasn't that difficult for him.
There, Heavy's breath caught and he groaned himself, loudly, as he buried himself deep and shuddered as it hit him. Medic couldn't help groaning along with him, high to his low, at the warmth of his release within. It was such a curious sensation, he'd never get tired of it. He'd analyzed it so many times afterwards and always found something new. Heavy's movements slowed as he breathed it out and the last shakes of it went through him, those shivering moments of warmth and pleasure he knew so well.
They stayed like that for a while, Heavy still leaning over him with his arms tight in his grip, still so deep within him, while they tried to catch their breath. With the quiet and stillness now, Medic could feel a powerful ache through his lower body and his arms, no doubt bruised under Heavy's hands. All things that would heal on their own in little time, but he wanted to savor them while they were there. They were proof of him driving Heavy mad with lust, and he liked that thought. He liked it a lot.
Still a little senseless, he stared at the silly glove on one of Heavy's hands, and he noticed with a faint laugh that the seams on it had ripped. It really was too small, or perhaps this much work had been just too much for it. The thought sent a prickle along his arms for some reason, made some of the hair on them raise. Too much man for you, he thought, since he still couldn't find the breath to speak. Little baby gloves after all.
Heavy loosened his grip on him finally, pulling himself up and then slowly pulling out of him. Medic made a quiet sound in his throat at the feeling of it, that unwelcome emptiness and the warmth of Heavy's release starting to run down the inside of his leg. Soon he'd feel entirely normal again, as if he hadn't been fucked within an inch of his life. Was it really that abnormal to be so fascinated with pain when it was so temporary for him?
Heavy reached out to touch the side of Medic's face, gingerly now and there was the slight touch of that fake fur against his skin. "Doctor sees what Heavy means now?"
Medic tried to move his arms and found it suddenly very difficult. His back, his legs, even his neck were the same... he felt as shaky and weak as a newborn chick. With effort, he lifted himself up to nod with a trembling laugh.
"Ah, Doctor," Heavy said, mostly to himself, as he helped Medic sit up. His giant hands were a welcome warmth, even if the fake fur and plastic ruined it a little. His steady presence however, was unchanged - a sturdy foundation that'd never falter or fail him. Heavy held him up and rubbed his back as he waited for his vision and thoughts to clear. Medic felt dazed still, and the weakness and soreness wasn't helping. He felt exhausted in a way he hadn't for a while, but really, that was what he'd asked for. "You are okay?"
"Ja." Medic ran a hand over his forehead, then patted his own cheek to try and wake himself up some more. "Hoo! You were right..." He gave Heavy a shaky smile. "Maybe teasing bears isn't such a good idea after all."
It absolutely was, but they didn't need to say that outloud. Heavy pressed a kiss against his temple, another uncommon gesture, and Medic made a pleased hum at it. This afterglow was nice but really, what he wanted right now was a shower.
"Doctor wants shower?" Heavy said, like he read his mind, and Medic laughed under his breath.
"I was just thinking that! It was quite a workout..." Medic tried for one of his more typical giggles, but couldn't quite manage it. He looked at Heavy fondly, staring into his warm eyes, admiring the red across his cheeks, and...
"Oh..." Medic said, and Heavy blinked at him in response. He shifted a little, reached up, and took the little bear headband off of his head. It had stayed in place the whole time.
He gave Heavy a tired smile, and after a moment Heavy returned it. "There you are. You're not a bear, after all."
He leaned over him to set the headband on the nightstand, and Heavy took the opportunity to pull him close in a little squeeze.
"Not unless I have to be," Heavy mumbled by the side of his head, like it was a reluctant admission, which was almost unbearably charming. Medic laughed again, reaching a hand back to pat him gently on the cheek.
"Come on, I want to get cleaned up. Help me, will you?" He meant helping him stand, as he suspected his legs were going to be very shaky, but he certainly wouldn't mind Heavy joining him in the shower.
Medic smirked at the socks, discarded on the floor, as they made their way to the bathroom, Heavy's arm around his shoulders.
He hadn't gotten a chance to get him to wear those. Maybe they could keep this game going a little longer.