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If one were to ask Medic what he thought of his body he’d give a very detached and clinical. He’d say it did its job, it hasn’t broken down yet and took him place to place well enough. Wonderful while leaving room for improvement, improvements only he himself can give his body. Aesthetically, he supposed he looked well, he wasn’t in terrible shape but he will admit he looked his age. He looked… decent, yes that’s the appropriate term. He was decent.
Yet, in the late hours of the night, when Heavy is beckoning him to bed with his wandering hands exploring each dip and curve of his body, he felt as though he was a man to be sought after. Large hands seeming built to crush and maime were currently unbuttoning and pulling at each layer of Medic’s clothes with the intent of feeling the flesh beneath the layers, all the while their owner was whispering sweet nothings in both English and Russian.
“Heavy,” Medic whined, “Ten more minutes, bitte. I need to finish these papers.”
“And you will,” Heavy muttered against Medic’s neck, “tomorrow. After Doctor is well rested.”
The German had to force his own hands to continue filling paperwork, an act of defiance to illustrate to Heavy that he’s determined to fight through this very seductive invitation to somewhat fix his sleep schedule. Oh, but that just urged Heavy to up the ante, now Medic felt lips and occasionally teeth against his neck making his body shivering his chair.
“Doctor is so beautiful,” Heavy whispered, his hands roaming up to the smaller man’s chest, “it drives Heavy wild seeing wonderful Doctor out of uniform.”
“It’s just a body,” Medic chuckled.
“Nyet. Is not just any body, is Doctor’s body. Makes it million times better.”
An undignified squeak escaped Medic when he felt Heavy’s hands squeeze his chest. It was ridiculous, all he wanted to do was finish his paperwork but oh curse this giant man kissing and grabbing him. The thing he’d let him do to him… after he finished his work.
“This body you love so much has a mind dead set on finishing paperwork. Heavy, I’m beg- oh! Begging you to let me finish.”
“Mmm… Heavy will need insurance. Something so that Heavy is sure Doctor will sleep tonight,” that last sentence was punctuated by a loving bite on the side of Medic’s neck. He pulled away to admire his handiwork, “Korosho, this mark will last many days. Now team will know not to touch.”
A joke of course as no one would dare steal from a man who had a lifetime of killing bears with his bare hands, but the idea that his body was something so valuable that Heavy would lay claim to it in such a primal way, Medic couldn’t help but tear up at such a romantic notion. Oh, this must be how it feels to be a cadaver full of organs ripe for harvest. To be beautiful in the eyes of someone who loves you felt so divine, more personal than being worshipped as a god.
“Doctor…?”
Medic sniffled. If going to bed means more of this wonderful treatment then Mesic will happily submit.
“You’ve convinced me. Perhaps I should sleep,” the doctor turned towards Heavy and wrapped his arms around his neck, “take me to bed, Großer. I’ll need you to help me get comfortable. Maybe you can continue what you started? Maybe help keep my bed warm and my body on the mattress?”
“Is Doctor okay?”
“More than okay,” Medic kissed Heavy’s lips. He was more than okay, more than decent. He was beautiful.