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A Nine-Pipe Problem

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The Medic looked up from his work at the sound of the infirmary doors creaking open. Even before  his eyes focused, the hulking figure framed in the doorway was unmistakable. So was the curious way the big man tilted his head when he saw something that befuddled him.

"Ah, Herr Heavy. Is there something wrong?"

"Doctor," the Russian sniffed. "Did not think that you smoked?"

The Medic blinked in confusion for a second before he remembered the pipe clenched between his teeth. Chuckling nervously, he removed it from his mouth and tapped the bowl. "Oh, this. This is not tobacco." He took a quick look around the infirmary to make sure no one was watching but his doves, then leaned conspiratorially across the desk. "It is something much better!"

The giant's only response was to raise an eyebrow and cock his head the other way this time. The gesture was awkward and almost birdish, and one of many things the doctor found endearing in the other man.

Suitably endeared, the German stood with a mischievous smile and moved to sit on the front of his desk. He patted the wood beside him and beckoned. "Come over here! I will show you."

The Heavy paused for a moment, torn as usual between his tender feelings for the other man and the fact that all of his instincts insisted that even he should run from the unstable glimmer in the doctor's eyes.

The tender feelings won out. They usually did.

The Medic's smile broadened as the Russian moved closer to him. Sucking in a plume of thin white smoke, he put his hands on the big man's shoulders and pulled himself up to press their lips together.

The Heavy's eyes widened, first at the kiss, and then at the smoke that filled his mouth and sinuses. It had none of the putrid bitterness of tobacco, only a hint of vanilla and jasmine flowers layered over the distinct metallic tang of vaporized Australium.

The Medic pulled away and dropped to the floor in front of his lover. He was grinning a little too broadly now, smoke pouring from his nostrils like some fairytale dragon. "See, I told you it was good, ja? It is the purified form of the Kritzkrieg fumes. None of the healing properties, of course, but it does wonders for my mood."

The Heavy stared for a few moments while the smaller man dissolved into uncontrollable giggles, then cupped his face in one enormous palm. "Oh Doctor…"
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