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"Heavy hate magic, but..." Mikhail cut himself off. Literally, and physically. The other Mikhail (that the original Mikhail had started to call Ivan in his head) had cut him off by shoving Ludwig towards him. The doctor was still covered in an ungodly (again, literally) amount of chalk, fingers stained with ink from the ritual he was warned not to perform. Not that Mikhail ever had any doubt in mind that Ludwig would do it. He still remembered the soul magic. And the devil. And every single Halloween. And the multiple times Mikhail had caught him teaching Pyro new ways to set things on fire, much to their spy's chagrin. Neither science nor magic could get in his way of doing weird things to his ever-suffering husband.
After the unceremonious push, a third Mikhail (dubbed Misha, on account of him clearly being younger than his other counterparts) trid valiantly to get past Mikhails four (Heavy) and five (Guy, although Mikhail was still workshopping that one) to get to the doktor.
Ludwig, on the other hand, was too stunned to speak, a truly rare state for him.
Mikhail took the doktor by the shoulders, pulling him tightly against his chest. "You are sure you want to do this, doktor?" Ludwig swallowed thickly. He gave Mikhail a nod, his face flushed red from the dip of his throat to the slightly pointed tips of his ears.
"Vell, ve might as vell enjoy it, ja? I highly doubt zhese ozher Heavies vill stay around for long, so... Fuck me, Lieben!"
The doktor was not a small, fragile man, Mikhail had to remind himself that constantly. Every time he asked for harder, rougher, mehr bitte, Mikhail had to remind himself that he wouldn't break his husband. The way that the good doktor disappeared beneath the grasping and groping hands of the other Mikhails shattered that illusion for him.
Ivan, a slightly bigger, heavily bearded version of Mikhail, grabbed both of Ludwig's wrists, holding them in just one, massive hand of his. Guy, the only one of them dressed like a civillian, was the first to slide his hands under Ludwig's shirt, before unceremoniously popping it open. Misha dodged the flying buttons, throwing himself at the doktor like a rabid animal, sucking a perky, pink nipple into his mouth and forcing Ludwig to buck up into him. His greedy, almost aggressive suckling told Mikhail enough about the point in time Misha had been pulled from. The early days of RED, when Ludwig was nothing more than a handsome, enticingly intriguing collegue. If Ludwig had opened himself up like that for Mikhail, back in the day, he also would be groping at his tits hard enough to make Ludwig cry out.
Mikhail knew it came right before Ludwig yelled, "I'm cumming!" The way his stomach muscles tightened, the way his legs went taught, his toes visibly arching in his boots. He looked beautiful like this, pale skin already flowing with sweat, sharp cheekbones painted with a smattering of red. He was panting open-mouthed, head resting against Ivan's shoulder as the giant man nibbled the shell of Ludwig's ear.
"He is so sensitive," Misha gaped, pulling his mouth off Ludwig's nipple with a pop. He turned his head, experimentally licking around the areola of the second breast, watching Ludwig squeal and thrash.
"He likes it," Mikhail growled.
"My turn." Heavy's response was not quite a growl like Mikhail's. He was heavily armoured, and his voice was a husky whisper, but he was a regular Mikhail otherwise.
Heavy took the medic from Ivan, hands tightening around his soft, plush middle. Guy was there once more to rip his trousers open, forming a convenient hole in the jodhpurs that gave access to his ass.
"You play often?" Ivan asked, his calloused fingers brushing over the little, blue jewel between Ludwig's cheeks.
"He is having punishment." Mikhail grinned. "Fuck his thighs. He want to be fucked in his holes but he doesn't get what he want."
Ludwig cursed against Heavy's mouth, letting out a little gasp when both Guy and Ivan grabbed a hold of each of his butt cheeks. "Lieben, please! Bitte! I've been good! I'm being punished for a silly zhing! Pocketing Soldier on our anniversary is hardly a crime!"
All movement stopped. Each Mikhail looked at the others, and an unspoken agreement passed between them.
The movement was quick. Ludwig barely let out a gasp before he was slammed against a nearby table. His tie was pulled off, Guy teasing him just slightly by tugging at it until he stopped begging. Then, it was used to tie his hands behind his back. The rest of his jodhpurs were torn in two, each leg of his trousers used to tie him to the table. He was left there, open and waiting.
"Perfekt," He moaned.
Mikhail smacked Misha on the shoulder. "You first. Learn how to pleasure your man." Misha nodded, schooling his expression into something approaching determination. Mikhail almost envied the clumsy way he fumbled with his fly, excitement quickly stealing its way across his face no matter how much he fought to hide it. He would feel envious, if not for the fact that he had gained too much in the past five years to miss the courting phase of their relationship.
Misha shuffled closer, cock in hand that he pumped lazily. He appraised Ludwig, gazing down his smooth, curved back and over the plains of his thick, muscular thighs.
"Hurry up. We are waiting," Ivan growled.
"Go for lower hole," Mikhail added, a kinder sort of encouragement. Misha didn't wait much longer.
His movements were slow, uncertain, but Ludwig was sensitive even on a bad day, and the moans that fell from his lips were adorable. Small, high pitched 'ha, ha's, his cheek pressed to the table underneath him. Misha hung above him, groaning and gasping and oh so desperate. And it only took a few seconds before he bottomed out.
Mikhail heard Guy muttering away to himself in Russian, "I can't believe we were like this, once. How did the doctor put up with us in this state?" Mikhail wasn't really listening, he didn't even know who replied to him. He was too mesmerised by the way the cum dripped out from Ludwig's cunt, painting his thighs white.
It was Heavy who shouldered his way to the front next, worldessly pulling his cock out. He was so hard already, a vein pulsing down the length of his giant. He wasted no time, filling up the spot that Misha left behind, pulling a strangled moan out of Ludwig. His hole twitched and quivered around the familiar girth, but the thrusting that followed was a different cadence to what he was familiar with. Heavy was far rougher, within limits of what Mikhail himself allowed, but naturally jerky and uncoordinated. His fingers dug into the supple flesh around Ludwig's hips, and bruises were already blooming across the pale sky of his skin. He would look beautiful, Mikhail knew, as he always did.
Heavy, the longer he fucked, the closer he physically got to Ludwig. Eventually, he came to rest his forehead against Ludwig's shoulder, his body dropping heavily atop Ludwig's as he mouthed at his back.
"Are you crying?" Ludwig asked through moans, his voice high and reedy.
Heavy sounded choked when he finally spoke up, saying, "Sorry. Sorry, doktor. I miss you. I miss you..." He cut himself off with a groan, cumming without fanfare. When he pulled out he was silent, returning to his spot beside Guy.
Mikhail looked to the other man, then over to where Ivan was climbing onto the table. "You want?"
Guy shook his head. "After."
Mikhail nodded, and approached.
"Lieber..." No other words left Ludwig when Mikhail approached. Not for lack of trying, but Ivan had stroked himself to full hardness on the other side of the table, before resting his cockhead against Ludwig's lips. A chuckle passed between Mikhail and Ivan, before they both thrust in. Mikhail had gone for Ludwig's ass, stretched out by a plug almost as thick as him, dripping from copious amounts of lube. His balls slammed against Ludwig's other hole, smearing the other Mikhails' cum all over his cunt. The wet slapping sounds that accompanied it paired well with the gagged moans that left the doktor, Ivan going in deeper with each thrust. Even from this position, Mikhail could see the way Ludwig's eyes rolled back into his head, his brilliant mind leaving him as he was fucked into oblivion. How he loved seeing that debouched, drooling face every time he got his brains fucked out.
"I am close, Mikhail," Ivan moaned. One hand was fisted in Ludwig's hair, the other gently holding onto his chin. Tears streamed down Ludwig's face, leaving salty tracks in their wake as they joined with the spit gathering in the corners of his mouth. He wasn't even moaning anymore, instead letting out little mewls of pleasure that had Ivan turning visibly red.
Mikhail's fingers fit perfectly in the grooves upon Ludwig's hips that Heavy had left, anchoring himself to his husband. "Me too, Ivan."
The other Mikhail laughed, choking on a moan halfway through. "Ivan, da?"
Mikhail chuckled, but his breath came in shallow and heavy. "You are second one."
"And you are first."
And that was when Mikhail came, choking on his own moan when Ludwig clenched around him. His husband's body shook beneath him, his ass milking him completely dry. And when Ivan came, Ludwig barely had the strength to swallow down all of his cum.
"My turn." It was Guy who approached next, pulling Ivan and Mikhail away. He dropped to his knees so fast that they thudded painfully against the floor, before he shoved his tongue directly into Ludwig's hole. It pulled a shriek out of the doktor like hardly anything could.
"NEIN! I JUST CAME!" His head thudded against the table, pained sobs wracking his body. It was that thin line between pain and pleasure that they often liked playing with, and Guy was currently playing him like a violin. The sobs were paired with pleas and moans, Ludwig's thighs shaking around Guy's head. Obscene noises fell from both of their lips, and Mikhail knew Guy had directed his attention to Ludwig's cocklet when the medic ripped his left leg out of its bonds. He didn't do anything with it but stomp the floor every time Guy did something particularly divine with his tongue.
"Nein, nein, I can't! Misha, Misha..." Ludwig came for a third time, grinding his cunt down onto Guy's tongue. He rubbed his tear-stained face against the table, body spent and pliant. And when Mikhail went to untie him, they were the only two people present.
"Misha..." Ludwig murmured, his voice destroyed.
"Da?" Mikhail bundled him up in his arms, wrapping his soiled lab coat around him to hide all of the tears in his clothes.
"Misha, I vant to go again."