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Fritz sat, clicking his pen in rhythmic bursts as he tried to focus. The infirmary was cold, the air smelled sterile. More funding had been slashed after their latest defeat, a consequence of their failing performance. He exhaled sharply as he stared at the stack of reports before him. He needed to finish these before morning.

The pen paused mid click. His pen hovered over the paper. 

BLU Spy 

12:06 external hemorrhage 

If he bled out then either he made a mistake or the RED sniper had made him bleed out instead of killing him. I have no clue why he doesn’t report the enemy Sniper. I’ll try to talk to him about it.

12:23 asphyxiation

Probably choked to death.

12:49 penetrating brain injury

Most likely a gunshot

It’s getting late, when I’m done I should get rest but that brute has made me behind schedule on my experiment. I can still remember every bit of it. The way Mikhail grabbed me with those giant hands-

My own hand drifted instinctively to the silver cross around my neck, clutching it tightly. Focus . I shook my head, forcing my thoughts away from that memory and back to the report. There was work to be done. The faster I finished, the sooner I could sleep. I scribbled the final lines, slid the paper into a folder, and locked it away in the drawer.

But no sooner had the drawer clicked shut than my mind betrayed me once again. The memory resurfaced unbidden, a haunting temptation I couldn’t banish.

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The freezer door groaned as I pulled it open, my hand lingering on the outside metal. I set down the package of hearts with a sigh, their crimson splattered on the metal of the tray beneath. Almost a week had passed since the dream, another visitation from a messenger of the heavens. He had warned me to remain steadfast in my purpose. His parting words had been a riddle: a bear could come to sever my connection to the divine.

What did it mean? Who (or what) was the bear?

Seated at my desk, I turned the question over in my mind. The answer didn’t come easily. The Heavy, perhaps? Mikhail was strong, brutal in battle. Could the warning have been about my own weakness? The horrid thoughts I harbored?

The sound of footsteps snapped me from my reverie. A voice followed, deep and unmistakable.

“Are you busy?”

I swivel in my chair, my pulse quickening. It was him.

“N-not right now… Did you need something?” I managed to say

He steps closer, his towering frame blotting out the light. Seated as I was, he loomed impressively large. 

“You did not eat.” he said.

I glanced at the clock. I had lost track of time again.

“Ja… you’re right” I admitted sheepishly.

“We almost won today because of you” he continued

“Ja, I’ll-”

Before I could stand, his massive hand pressed firmly on my shoulder, pushing me back down into the chair. Right now I realise that we have never made physical contact before, not even a handshake.

“Don’t get up” he said. “I brought you sandvich before Scout could eat it.”

My protest died on my lips as he handed me the wrapped sandwich.

“Danke” I muttered, unwrapping it carefully.

He settled into a nearby chair, his weight making it creak. As I ate, we spoke of tactics and` strategies for the next battle. When I finished, I thanked him again. He stood, and I assumed he was leaving.

The next moments happened too quickly for me to process. His hands, oh those enormous hands were on me, gripping my chest. The heat of his touch burned through the fabric of my white button up shirt.

“Heavy?” I choked out, battle is forbidden off hours so it’s probably not a spy but why would he-?

His hands moved slowly, sliding down to my abdomen before retracing their path up. The sensation was intoxicating, my body had been starved of a heated touch like this for decades.

“Heavy…” My voice broke slightly

A sudden squeeze on my pecs jolted me back to reality. “What are you doing?” I demanded, twisting my head to face him.

He didn’t answer, his expression unreadable save for the faint smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. His giant hands tightened their grip, and I gasped.

“I saw the way you look at me”

His grip on my chest is starting to hurt. I have to turn this around quickly.

“I’m sorry, did I do something wrong? I’m not familiar with Russian-”

“Don’t lie.”

Panic flared in my chest. I tried to pull away, but his strength was overwhelming. He lifted me effortlessly, setting me down on the desk. My papers crumpled beneath me as I knelt on the hard surface. One of his arms wrapped around my chest and shoulders. His other hand held my ankles still with one strong hand.

“Let me go!” I struggled, but his hold didn’t waver.

“Nyet” he murmured, his voice a wet breath against my ear. His muscular chest presses warmly against my back. 

“You think I never see that look?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I stammered, desperate to regain control.  “I’ll report you!” I snapped, grasping at the only leverage I had. “Get off of me!”

But my threats only seemed to amuse him. 

“I fight with you, I feed you, I give you chance and this is how you act?” 

His whole voice is low, fanning the fire of my own desires. I’m weaker than him in every way, that thought alone pulses through me. No! Stop thinking like that! This is wrong! You wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place if you didn’t lust over a man!

I can’t even respond to him, I just turn my head away in shame. A kiss landed on my exposed neck, as long as I remain indifferent I have a chance of being let go. 

Right as I make that plan I realize the tent in my trousers. That beast nibbles on me while he lets go of my ankles.

“scheiße…” the word whispers out of me.

His arm let go and both his hands groped at my chest. My hands grab my cross in a death grip while my body is feeling things I should have never felt. 

His hands leave a burning sensation where they touch. It feels like the devil himself is leaving prints of lust on my body. With his thumb, he simply pulls down my pants and boxers enough that my cock is freed. 

I can feel his gaze on it. He fully bites down on my neck, sucking and all those nasty things that make me heat up. I look down and the sight makes me clutch my cross harder. 

My cock looks engorged, leaking pitifully on the table. He gropes me on my chest, I need release. It hurts so badly, I need you to touch me more. I want you so bad please! I can’t take it! I’m sorry lord!

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Poor Fritz finally breaks, calling out in hurried breaths.

“It hurts so badly, I need you to touch me! I can’t take it!”

This is what Mikhail wanted to hear. This man, this servant, has broken with only the touch of his hands and his mouth on his neck.

“I touch you while you are clothed and the devil has already taken you away”

He teases the Medic, laying one of his large fingers on the head of Medic’s cock.

“and you still hold on to that cross like it will still help you, сволочь”

The doctor is already a panting mess, a few hot tears run down his cheeks. His will is broken. Heavy uses his hand to put fingers inside the doctor’s mouth. He moans and drools on the intrusion while his grip on the cross loosens. The other hand traced a line down Medic’s leaking cock. Medic thrusts on the contact. Seeing such impatience, Heavy returns his hand to Medic’s breast, groping it through his button up shirt.

Medic’s entire body is burning, it isn’t enough but he doesn’t dare let go of the cross attached to the chain that’s digging a mark on the back of his neck.

“Bitte…”

Medic rubs his legs together for any kind of friction. The fingers in his mouth retreat and that giant hand grabs his thigh.

“Hm? Cannot hear you”

“Touch me…”

“Am already touching you”

“My schwanz~”

“Oh this?”

Mikhail’s giant hand cups the underside of the shaft, Fritz is shallowly thrusting while quiet moans escape from his mouth. Instead of clutching the cross, his fingers wrap around the chain. Heavy wraps the base of Medic’s cock with one finger and his thumb.

“You think you deserve this?”

His grip tightens on Medic while he chuckles. Medic’s hand reaches down, desperate to relieve himself but Heavy’s hand grabs his wrist roughly.

With a quick motion Medic is slammed on the desk, his legs are taken out from under him so he’s bent over the surface.

The pain snaps Fritz out of his trance and he grips the cross again while tears stream down his face. Damn this beast! Damn him!

Heavy rips open Medic’s pants. Poor Fritz’s thoughts and curses become more frantic as Heavy kneels down and spreads Medic’s asscheeks.

Medic’s thoughts almost stop completely as a wet muscle licks his backdoor. He looks around to find anything he could use as a weapon but the closest thing is his pen that rolled off the table. He’s not going to get out of this.

“I hate you!”

Of course, Heavy’s mouth is too occupied to respond. Medic’s fear is slowly being replaced by anger.

“You’re nothing without me!”

Mikhail’s tongue goes in, the doctor goes quiet.