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As the taller man lay on the operating table, Medic quickly saws his ribs and sternum off and carelessly throws them on the floor, too preoccupied with the feeling in his groin becoming more intense. He then crawled on top of him and sat in his lap, looking him in the eyes.
Medic was always working on his medigun, never fully satisfied with the results. Some experiments went better than others. A side effect of its newest upgrade was that, instead of making the pain go away, it replaced it with arousal of equal strength. Medic was very proud of himself after finishing his latest experiment. So proud, in fact, that the first person he asked to test it with him was Classic Heavy, who was notably distrustful of anyone with even the slightest knowledge of medicine. Not wanting to anger Medic, making him put more animal organs in him and his team, he accepted his offer. He sat on the operating table as Medic put the medigun in its stand, aimed it at Classic Heavy, and turned it on. A small test surgery later, the taller man couldn’t take it anymore, and came in his pants. Medic noticed the stain, which led to what is happening now.
Medic squeezed Classic Heavy’s lungs with his gloved hands before looking him in the eyes through his glasses and his goggles, after which he dove his head into the older man’s chest cavity and licked at the apex of his rapidly beating heart. He then took it in his mouth and gently gnawed on it, holding it as he rocked his crotch against the other man’s. Medic began to bite at the right ventricle, making lots of blood gush out all at once. He then moved on to the right atrium before pulling at his superior vena cava with his teeth. He then moved his mouth to his left atrium, and, as he chewed through his left ventricle, Medic wondered what he was gonna tell his teammates about the dead Heavy situation.