59 As in, justly being deserted? Hm, I've never thought of it that way.

Also I would think that to strong-arm someone, they'd have to be coerced into something. And dear, poor Sniper-- I've read so much lately where love to him was indirect, careless, not entirely "love" at all.

I'm on board with Nonny-chan for this one. That sounds amazing.

>>58
I'd say Solly gets his just deserts for what he did to Engineer.

As what Nonny-chan said. Engineer fucking Soldier who's fucking, or sucking (using Soldier's own idea on himself) Sniper. Followed by Soldier getting double penetrated by both Engie and Sniper.

I think solly should get what he wanted with engie finishing first, then somehowinsomeway soldier takes bottom(?)
Because I like bottom soldier.
Then maybe Engie regains his libido and DP on Solly?

I have no idea, its hard to think with a raging boner.

I want a sandwich of some sort. Egg and cress sounds good. Then I want the Demoman responsible for delivering the sandwich to see writhing pile of horny men and leap into the fray, preferably whilst shouting "Canonball!"

>>64

This. Yes.

I third having Engie take it from both ends. Also, the idea of Engie getting DPed is oddly appealing to me.

I vote on Solly cant resist and suck sniper, then engie fucks solly, then dp solly, then everyone else gets in the butt (1 or 2 dicks at same time..)

in the rain: xiv

The Australian sat down because he didn't know what else to do. His cock stiffened further in his lap as he glanced at Engineer. He felt like a fucking idiot, sitting here with his dick out and gaping like a hungry fish. Shame tugged at the back of his mind, but even that couldn't stop the thoughts and images that ran through his thoughts. What Engineer looked like when Soldier fucked him. How he grimaced when he came, how his eyes slid shut when Soldier sucked him off. Sniper's cheeks blazed scarlet and he wrapped long fingers around his shaft, squeezed a few times. They were watching him.

"I'm not getting any younger, Cupcake."

He closed his eyes tightly and bucked into his hand. He was humiliated and terrified and aroused and that thrilled him beyond belief. At any moment, Soldier would storm him and call him a faggot, stomp his brains into the wood floor.

It didn't take long for his terror to ebb as his mind strobed with visions. Soldier's dedicated rhythm, the way his fingers dug into the flesh of Engineer's ass, the way he always made sure his partner was ready to receive him. Soldier would spend an eternity preparing Engineer sometimes, stretching and fingering the Texan until he cried for release. A moan stuttered past Sniper's lips, but he was ensnared by his fantasy and didn't hear it. He didn't hear the quickened breathing from a few feet away, he didn't see Engineer sitting there sweating.

"Do you do this when you watch us?" Sniper froze, torn from his memories. He shivered visibly. "I didn't say you could stop. Answer me!" Soldier's order struck him like a guillotine and severed the words from his unwilling lips, his hand slowly resuming its actions.

"Y-yes."

"How many times have you watched?"

"Five."

"Do you come?"

"... Yes."

Sniper's head hung forward, his chin nearly touching his chest. His left hand was clenched in a fist on his thigh as he stroked himself roughly. His face had flushed like a glowing ruby and he was absolutely beautiful. Engineer shifted in his chair and almost shot through the ceiling when Soldier laid a hand on his shoulder. He looked and found himself locked in the fire of his partner's gaze.

"S-Solly-" He could read the question, plain in those azure eyes. His body surged with heat and Engineer didn't care if Sniper was there or not, he needed this now. He needed Soldier. He thrummed like a guitar string as he pressed close, pressed their lips together, clung to the other man. Soldier accepted and engulfed him, drowned him, and Engineer could have wept for joy.

A particularly loud cry wrenched Sniper from himself and he was rendered speechless by the scene before him. Engineer was half-straddling Soldier's thigh, hands clutching those strong biceps, their mouths locked. Soldier had a prominent erection tenting the front of his trousers and he held his partner close. Finally, Soldier sat the Texan back down and turned to the dumbfounded Sniper.

"Cupcake," Soldier barked, "You see something you like?" He was obviously comfortable with his authority over the other two men and rose to his feet, towered over them as he waited for Sniper's answer. Soldier scowled. "WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION YOU WILL ANSWER ME." Both Engineer and Sniper jumped in their seats, surprised by the sudden noise. "DO YOU SEE SOMETHING YOU LIKE?"

The Australian had stopped touching himself and seemed ready to run again. His glasses had slid halfway down his nose from sweat and he tried to adjust them with clammy fingers.

"Take them off. Your glasses. And answer my goddamn question." Soldier instructed. Desperate to not enrage the American again, Sniper did so and set his glasses on the table.

"Yes."

Soldier nodded again, "So you are a full-blooded faggot then?"

"- Pardon?" Sniper's breath hitched as Soldier was suddenly much too close, so close that Sniper could feel the prickly stubble against his cheek. He thought the man was going to kiss him for a heart-stopping moment before Soldier whirled away again.

"Continue, private."

Engineer had had enough. Fists clenched so hard his fingers had long gone numb, he stood and pawed at Soldier. He kissed his partner and Soldier stiffened just slightly, surprised by Engineer's sudden boldness. A hand cupped one of Soldier's sensitive ears, the fingers caressing slowly, and he hesitantly let himself be captured in the embrace. Their bodies aligned and ground together in search of friction and Engineer let out a quiet cry of desperation.

"Please," he mumbled into Soldier's mouth. Strong hands pulled at the buckles of his overalls and then they were at his feet almost as if by magic. Soldier pulled the briefs down, helped pull the clothing over Engineer's feet. With his partner bare from the waist down, he pushed Engineer back to lean against the table and sank to his knees.

Engineer moaned as his cock was enveloped in welcome heat. He couldn't hold back even if he had wanted to; he grabbed the straps of Soldier's helmet and thrust into the hot throat with everything he had. The rough movements were welcomed; Soldier's strong hands gripped his ass and helped him move.

Sniper couldn't breathe and his vision shuddered out. Engineer suddenly pulled Soldier up for another brutal kiss. They moved in equilibrium for a short moment before Soldier pressed forward, trying to claim his dominance over the smaller man. The Texan refused, stiffened and pushed Soldier away almost violently. His eyes gleamed with madness and he switched their places so that he was grinding Soldier into the table. Sniper watched, almost unable to comprehend as Engineer began to - literally - rip Soldier's clothes off. The thin t-shirt tore under Engineer's crazed might.

"What in the -"

"Shut up Solly," Engineer spit, cutting his partner off. He yanked the fatigues down, the white briefs, and grabbed Soldier's erection. "You - you always make me beg, make me wait," his words came fast and thick through gritted teeth, "It's my turn."

For the first time, it was Soldier who was shocked. His face was slack with disbelief but he automatically struggled when Engineer wrestled him to the ground. His belly churned with anxiety and anticipation and his face broke into a wicked grin as he was forced to his knees, Engineer behind him. A strong hand planted itself on his back and pushed him down, down, until his face met the floor with his ass still in the air.

"Well, Cowboy," he hissed, "If it's your turn, then take it." Engineer snarled and dug in his shirt pocket, produced a small tube. He greased up his fingers and roughly pressed them into Soldier's body. The other man shuddered, winced only slightly at the pain.

"Thought you said you didn't want to wait," he challenged. The Texan positively roared, smashed Soldier's face into the floor and then -

Soldier couldn't stop the quiet gasp that escaped his throat when Engineer surged into him with all the tenderness of a hurricane. His body shook, minutely, just enough that only Engineer could notice.

"I'm sorry, are you fucking me? I can't tell," he bellowed into the floor and moaned as Engineer pounded him mercilessly.

"Sniper," Engineer breathed between thrusts, finally acknowledging the masturbating Australian, "Why don't you gag him." Sniper rose to his feet like a ghost and drifted over to the couple on the floor. Compulsion and lust emanated from him like a fog and he obeyed the suggestion, his eyes glued to the way Engineer's sweaty hips crashed in a rolling rhythm, each push prompting a grunt or moan from Soldier. Sniper knelt, cupped the broad jaw and lifted Soldier's face up. He pressed his straining cock to the thin lips and let out a huff of air when Soldier took him in.

The Texan watched, drunk on the sight of Soldier's muscular back stretched out before him, the way the muscles flexed every time he sank back into that heat. Never had Soldier allowed him this, and he drowned in the luxury. Soldier was hot and impossibly tight, pulsing around his cock with every beat of the man's strong heart. Finally, he was the one grabbing warm hips, bruising the flesh carelessly. And then, to see Soldier's mouth wrapped around the Australian, enthusiastically sucking the third man, it was too much. With a low growl, Engineer came, pumping his partner full before coming to a haggard stop and withdrawing slowly.

Soldier pulled his mouth from Sniper and turned to capture his partner. Engineer kissed him back sleepily, completely and utterly spent from the intense outburst. He let Soldier lift him, place him on the table, and could only moan when his legs were bent up and slick fingers pressed inside.

"Solly," he murmured.

Sniper had pulled back, content to watch as he resumed stroking his weeping cock. He was convinced that this was a hallucination and felt like he'd pass out from the vertigo, from the sheer improbability of his situation. He greedily watched Soldier finger Engineer for what seemed like days, those thick fingers stretching while he whispered filth into his partner's ear. Soldier punctuated himself occasionally with searing kisses and bites, carelessly littered the strong neck with love marks as he opened Engineer up wider and wider.

"Will ya - will ya just -" Engineer was silenced with lips but that didn't silence his low cry as Soldier slid all four fingers deeply into him.

"Sniper," Soldier grunted, "Come here. Engineer, wrap your legs around my waist. There you go. Cupcake, stand behind him. Put your arms around his neck." He jostled and adjusted the three of them until Engineer was carefully suspended in the middle with Soldier braced against the table for support.

"What are you -" Engineer's question was cut off as Soldier's thick cock entered him. The Texan pressed back against Sniper, panted as his head lolled over the bony shoulder.

"Sniper," gruffed Soldier. The Australian didn't need any further prompting, squeezing his cock in one hand while the other looped around Engineer's torso. His cock slid up alongside Soldier's, kissed against the trembling entrance, and Engineer actually whined when Sniper penetrated him. It was soaking wet and greasy, he could feel Soldier's cock grinding into his own, and Sniper felt like he might faint. Engineer cried and moaned in their arms, wriggled desperately, unsure of whether he wanted them to stop or go.

Soldier made the decision for him, and began slow, languid thrusts that took both their breath away. Sniper couldn't help himself from matching the careful pace, stretching the Texan carefully, and together they fucked the sobbing man. Engineer's face was flushed pink, his skin glittered with sweat, and when he began to move with his partners, Sniper lost it. The Australian drove into the clenched hole with as much force as he could muster, all the while whispering like fire. His long fingers dug into Engineer's chest, held the writhing body still.

A single tear beaded from Engineer's eye, trickled down his face. He was so, so full, stretched beyond belief and he felt like he might burst. The twin shafts inside of him moved in astonishing sync. The sensation of receiving so much pleasure, even though his cock was limp, made him feel dizzy.

"P-please."

Almost as if he had been waiting for Engineer's prayer, Sniper came, kissing the bare shoulder as he emptied himself into the clenching hole. He pulled back, helped maneuver Engineer back onto the table, and sank into one of the chairs. For uncountable minutes, Soldier and Engineer remained coupled, the muscular hips pounding, pounding, pounding.

Soldier kissed his lover, tenderly, and exhaled sharply as he finally came. He let himself drape over his partner, found a calloused hand and clasped it, intertwining their fingers. He brushed his lips over the shell of Engineer's ear and breathed something so quiet that Engineer wasn't even sure he had heard it at all.

"Love you."

FIN

68 "...and he was absolutely beautiful."
That really struck me, no if's/and's/but's. Just "he was absolutely beautiful," whether you believed it or not, there was the truth. Hm, really nice.

I don't have the words to describe how much I loved this.

I, too, am FIN.

Holy crap.

You need to be less anonymous so I can have someone to send the fanart I make for this okay. All my love.

lol wut.

in the family: I

The young man smiled toothily, relaxed and slow as he passed the joint. Fingers brushed and trembled from one to another. Spy leaned back, put his lips to the end and sucked. He was careful to inhale as little as possible, shallowly exhaling the mind-altering smoke before his lungs could absorb too much. Despite his efforts, his limbs felt pleasantly light.

"How the hell does Hardhat get this stuff in the base?" Scout rubbed a hand against his eyes.

"I believe it has something to do with metal shipments. They are rumored to come from Mexico, after all." The Frenchman handed the joint back to Scout. The vaporous mist bloomed around his face, a Monet come to life, and Spy breathed through his nose to calm himself. The young man was just so stunning with those long limbs, that compact musculature. Some of the other mercs called him 'boy' or 'kid', but Scout was neither of those. He was most definitely a young man, with soft stubble brushed along a sharp jaw and straw blond hair that glinted off of the bronzed skin on his arms and legs. He certainly has his father's legs, Spy leered to himself.

"Wow, really?" Scout mused, "Cool shit. And BLU don't care?"

"It would seem not," the spy replied coolly. He was nervous, an oddity considering that this wasn't a terribly high risk game. He had performed much more dangerous missions with much less enthusiasm. This bit of entertainment was exactly that; entertainment. No, the problem was Spy's anxiety. To have this prize, to have this virile youth! It was so incredibly important that he possess Scout that many a night had been lost over the mere thought, tossing and turning in his bed. Now to be so close!

"This is really good stuff, way better than... back home," Scout paused for a moment, his eyelids flickered and he shifted. The joint had burned down to its roach and the young man crushed the crumbling ashes in his fingers. The winking cherry dissolved into black soot that settled to the floor harmlessly. No discomfort registered on Scout's face or body; constant daily war had heightened the pain tolerances of all of them. He slouched farther against the wall, sinking boneless into the thin mattress beneath them. The tiny quarters had no space for chairs, so both men were seated on the small bed.

Scout turned slightly, away from Spy, and drew his limbs up into himself a little bit. His suitor raised a casual brow.

"Are you all right?" Spy literally purred. He knew exactly what was going on with the young man. He had always had the same problem with cannabis, and had banked that Scout would have the same affliction.

"Yeah, m'fine," Scout muttered, "Just, uh, sometimes grass makes me feel kind of weird."

"Yes, I believe that is the intention." Spy's clothes felt too tight.

"Yeah but this isn't my inten-intention," Scout's words were loose and Spy chuckled.

"If you're not feeling well, maybe we should consult Med-"

"No!" Scout was surprised at the passion of his own exclamation and sat up, "It's nothin'! Forget I said anything!" His anxiety was written in his body language, his limbs pressed close to his torso. This would not do.

"Scout, please," Spy entreated as he draped an arm around the gathered shoulders. The younger man didn't answer and Spy sighed theatrically, "If you do not wish to see Medic, will you at least tell me what is wrong?" Scout shook his head, obstinate like a child.

"Are you in pain?" the Frenchman continued. His blood began to boil as he closed the distance between them, settled a gloved hand on Scout's turned hip. The rabbit twitched underneath his touch and pulled away.

"No, just stop touching me," his voice shook and he curled in on himself, tried to surreptitiously cover the growing bulge in his trousers. He couldn't figure out if he was more embarrassed or irritated at the other man's insistence or - turned on?

"Mon Dieu - do you have an erection?" the Spy's smile was wide, predatory, as he leered over the trembling body.

For the first time in his life, Scout was silent.

This...this is the most beautiful compilation of fics I have read in a very very long time, if ever. Keep up the fantastic work!

Oh myyyy. I'm loving every second of this, I can't wait to see where this new story goes. Please, do continue!

if the french is wrong, then shoot me, because that means i took eight years of french for jack shit.

in the family: ii

"I ain't no fag, all right?" the words rang out, bitter. Spy was only minimally surprised; Scout was much too proud to wilt so easily. The hard limbs twisted away from him and Spy would have been worried if it weren't for the slight hesitation in Scout's movements. So unlike the quick jerks that accented every step that Scout took. Of course, perhaps Scout was simply intoxicated, but he seemed just a little too slow in disengaging from Spy's body, just a little too reluctant to look away.

"I don't recall that being a part of our conversation, garçon."

"I'm no boy," Scout bit. He sat up, leaned against the blue wall to steady himself as his mind swam. The thick smoke had collected in the small room, hovered foot or two from the high ceiling, barely dispersed by the lazy revolutions of an overhead fan.

"So intent on what you are not," the Frenchman remarked. Scout huffed. Spy reached for his jacket, produced his disguise kit, and withdrew a cigarette. The zippo flickered weakly, just barely strong enough to ignite a flame. Scout looked at the kit longingly and Spy exhaled the sharp smoke through his nose.

"Hey, let me see one of those."

"Manners."

"Let me see one of those, sill too play." The pronunciation was all wrong but Spy couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he handed over a cigarette.

"You've been learning a language worth speaking, I see. From whom? They are doing a terrible job of teaching you." The youth flushed pink. His fingers kept clicking the lighter, but he couldn't manage to coax a flame. The flint sputtered sadly and Spy had to eat his grin. He had emptied the fuel on purpose earlier, hoping on this exact outcome.

"Here, allow me," his words glided through the smoke, poison vapors in the haze, "When we touch, inhale."

"What-" Spy was too swift for Scout to answer - he thumbed the American's chin up with one hand and raised Scout's face so that the tips of their cigarettes aligned. Scout looked confused, then understood what Spy had meant. Fire sparked between them, gleamed and glared as Scout's cigarette was lit.
The younger man leaned back. The nicotine felt good and seemed to help clear his cloudy thoughts. He blew a messy smoke ring and cleared his throat, tried to ignore his persisting desire. His thoughts scrambled like frightened birds in his head, begged to storm out through his mouth. He wondered if Spy noticed that he was still hard. "So uh - yeah."

Oh yes, did Spy notice. He drew back, just a little; he didn't want to frighten the rabbit.

"It is natural, you know, on a battlefield such as ours," he offered gently. His lungs roared in his ears, fire coiled in his gut. Il me faut un chouïa de patience! His eyes focused on the smoke that branched through the thick air.

"The fuck?" Scout hadn't moved toward Spy, but he hadn't moved away either. His eyes followed Spy's, watched the curling whispers reach for the ceiling.

"A man has needs, yes? A man must sleep, he must eat, he must die." The thin man took a lengthy drag, purposely held the silence until Scout literally began to fidget, his fingers beginning to tap gently on his knee. "A man must also release," Spy finally breathed. "How long has it been, lapin?"

"You fuckin' fag, did you like not hear me or what?" the words barreled out of his mouth before he could stop them and Scout screamed on the inside. There was no doubt about it now, Spy was propositioning him, and he had no idea how to respond.
That voice was wearing him down, silk against clay. His body thrummed with weed and lust. He turned his face away to stare at the wall. His cock was starting to hurt.

"I did hear you," Spy answered, closer now as he ever so slowly backed the younger man into the corner. So close, so close, so close! "But it seems that your body did not."

"And what if I said - " Scout wanted to say more, he wanted to spit out a ring of expletives a mile long, but his voice failed him for an uncomfortable moment. Spy waited, counted to thirty in his head, and still Scout was quiet. The Frenchman cleared his throat. Scout looked at him, face lost. That was quite enough. Spy closed the gap between them, pressed his gloved palm to the heat and rubbed slowly. The reaction was instantaneous - Scout gave a full body shudder, but didn't pull away.

"Sp-Spy," those slender fingers coaxed the low cry from his throat, followed by another. The Frenchman groaned with him, couldn't stop himself as he unbuckled Scout's belt, tugged down the BLU boxers and pulled the wanting flesh into the open. Spy leaned down to seal his lips over the head and Scout choked on his own tongue. That mouth was so eager! His girlfriends had always been so reluctant, so unwilling, that he would never press it upon them. He'd been taught better than that. A couple times, for his birthday maybe, he'd get head, but never like this.

Spy wormed his hands underneath Scout's pants, grabbed the white-as-paper hips tightly. It tickled, a little, but the tongue massaging his cock took way more precedence. His voice garbled with bliss, the rabbit reached to set a hand on the man's shoulder, unsure of what to do with his arms. Scout's eyes were scrunched shut, but his ears drank in every wet kiss and hungry suckle. He flinched when warm leather caressed his perineum to cup his balls and stroke gently. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Scout hissed, grinding his teeth until his jaw ached, anything to not moan like a bitch.

The older man couldn't deny that he was actually salivating over this boy. He was so hard that his vision swam and all Spy could think about was making the rabbit come. Scout tasted so good, he looked so gorgeous sprawled on the bed, red-faced and gasping. Perfect, perfect, perfect. The craggy, chapped hands with bitten nails that grabbed his shoulders so desperately: perfect. The open mouth, crying to the ceiling, with those thin pink lips: perfect. And now this perfection was his.

Scout started wriggling in earnest underneath him, the flesh in his hands and mouth started to tremble, and Spy was not at all surprised when Scout came. A hand snagged the back of his mask and pulled hard, and the young man groaned one last time. Spy swallowed it all and finally removed his mouth. He licked the lovely hips once before he straightened up. He produced a kerchief from his jacket pocket, wiped his mouth elegantly and reached for his disguise kit.

The rabbit only stared at him, dazed. Spy produced another (full) lighter and ignited his cigarette, then generously offered the kit to Scout. Finally, he could breathe. So much planning, so much waiting, so much anxiety and so many sleepless nights. And he had done it.

The two men smoked their cigarettes in silence for a minute or two before Scout could no longer keep his mouth shut.

"I guess it's not gay if I didn't do anythin'," he confessed, and handed the kit back to Spy. The older man chuckled and slipped the case into his jacket, stole a glance at his watch. It was late; that sedative only lasted for so long. As much as he wanted to stay with this beautiful youth forever, reality was knocking. Scout glanced over. "Uh - thanks," he said quietly. "You know. For the - the grass. Yeah. Mer-see."

A wistful smile curled Spy's lips. "No, thank you." Without another word, the Frenchman shimmered into nonexistence. The door opened and closed, seemingly of its own accord, and Scout rolled his eyes at the remaining trail of smoke.

"Show off!"

There. The deed was done. Spy couldn't remember going back to the RED base for all the money in the world. He was high, high on cannabis and adrenaline. Only when he finally reached the door of his own quarters did he switch the watch off, reappearing as he stepped into the small room. He caught a glance of himself in the mirror - still disguised as his BLU counterpart.

Spy laughed, disengaged the disguise, and pulled open a drawer of his dresser. He moved the socks aside and pulled out the extremely shallow false bottom. So shallow, that one would never expect it to be a false bottom at all, but it was a clever place to hide documents, or perhaps photographs...

His slender fingers produced three polaroids and, for once, his hands didn't shake as he handled them. The first one on top was the one he wanted, and he stared at the image greedily.

She was beautiful, gorgeous, the very definition of a diamond in the rough. She had a husband, but that had never stopped him before. Her bevy of handsome young sons only made her more perfect - she was so fertile, so full of life.

Spy pressed a hand to his own heart.

"Mon petite chou-fleur, mon beau fils."

[FIN]

The french seem right.
But, even if I know it was in meet the Spy, "Mon petite chou-fleur" still annoy me. It should be "mon petit chou-fleur", and if you want a feminine it would be "ma petite fleur" because chou-fleur is masculine.

petite PETITE
OH GODDAMNIT. THAT WOULD BE THE ONE THING I FUCK UP.

It's trite as hell, but I don't give a single fuck. Have some "x stumbles upon y and z fucking". :3 Request for the lovely crocker. PWP, SpyxEngie, bondage stuff.

in the workshop

Zie shuffled down the hallway, idly tapped a book of matches against zir hand. It was late, but Engineer would still be up. In the two years that Pyro had been with BLU, zie had only seen Engineer sleep a dozen times. The knowledge that another teammate slept as little zie did comforted Pyro more than it probably should have.
Pyro tapped zir matchbook against the wall. Engineer's workshop was in sight - hopefully the American had finished tweaking Pyro's new flame-thrower. The damn thing had been sputtering and choking like Scout whenever Miss Pauling was around.
The workshop door was cracked open and zie stopped. The door was never open - Engineer made a lot of noise when he was building and the linoleum halls echoed every little sound to preposterous levels. Just as Pyro reached to open the door further, then zie froze.
"You disobeyed me." The accent was unmistakable; Spy.
"I'm sorry," Engineer's voice ground out.
A slap cracked loudly through the door.
"I mean, I am sorry... Master." He sounded legitimately regretful, at least to Pyro.
"A mere apology will not satisfy your Master this evening."
Pyro's heart thudded loud in zir ears and zie flushed hard under the ubiquitous gasmask. The soft voices had definitely stirred something inside and Pyro tamped down the growing urge. The matchbox tapped insistently against zir thigh. Pyro's mind flamed with thoughts and, against all better judgment, Pyro dropped flat to the ground and peeked around the door.
The two men were on the far side of the workshop. Spy stood, tall and straight, his back to Pyro. Engineer knelt on the floor in front of the Frenchman, without his helmet, his hands behind his back as he stared at Spy's shoes.
Pyro withheld a hushed gasp, felt the flush spread further.
"However, I believe I know what might suffice." Spy's voice held a smirk. "You may rise." He didn't lean to help the other man get up, only watched as Engineer struggled to his feet. Engineer's hands were bound behind him and still he stared at the floor.
An uncharacteristically bare hand cupped Engineer's chin, a thumb rubbed over the pursed lips and Pyro swallowed thickly. Spy leaned in to kiss the other man, the gesture more tender than could have ever been expected.
"I ask one simple thing, ingénieur. No release for seven days. And you could not even give me that. Sh, do not speak unless you are told. Look at me." Spy kissed him again, longer this time, unhooked the clips on Engineer's overalls and yanked the denim down. Engineer's legs were pale and hairy and he wore a pair of BLU briefs. He noticeably trembled as the thin man touched him, turned him, bent him over one of the spotless steel tables and Pyro couldn't see what exactly Spy was doing. What zie could see, however, was Engineer's arms bound behind his back. A black leather belt was wrapped around the American's elbows.
Spy reached between his partner's legs.
"You are hard already. So sensitive. I do not trust you to restrain yourself. You have given me no reason to trust you, mon cher. I do not wish to encumber you so, but you have given me no choice," Spy dug in his jacket but Pyro couldn't see what the thin man produced.
Engineer moaned, clearly in protest.
"Perhaps if you are good, I will remove the ring. Until then, I do not want to hear another word." Spy leaned back and Pyro could see Engineer's round ass peeking from under the BLU work shirt. There was a loud slap and Engineer grunted. Pyro stared hungrily, watched Spy smack the exposed ass again, then again.
Engineer began to wriggle, just a little.
"Be still."
Another slap and Pyro had long since discarded the matches. Pyro realized with a guilty pang that zie was slowly grinding zir hips into the unforgiving floor.
"You are being so good," Spy praised his partner as he brought his hand down, "A full dozen and you haven't made a sound." He palmed the bright red skin, rubbed his fingers over Engineer's entrance. "Perhaps I should reward you." He knelt gracefully, spread Engineer open and Pyro had to stifle zirself when Spy began to rim the other man. Engineer let out a quiet sigh.
Pyro pressed zir groin harder against the floor as zie listened to Spy eagerly lick the other man out. Engineer was almost quiet; every so often a low whine would escape his determined silence. Spy licked his prey wetly, passionate enough that Pyro could hear every lap and suckle, every groan that Spy uttered.
"Per-permission to speak, Master," Engineer finally gasped. Spy pulled away and rubbed the abused bottom.
"Permission granted." He pressed one thin finger into the moistened hole and began to finger Engineer slowly.
"Uh," Engineer hesitated,"- please, please take the ring off."
The slap echoed through the room and Engineer's response was a pathetic whine; his sturdy shoulders strained against the ebony belt.
"You know better than to ask such a thing." Spy rained a series of hard blows across the flushing backside and Engineer began to squirm more. Even from here, Pyro could see the welts beginning to rise. With each successive slap, the Texan's struggles increased, his breath grew shorter, and Pyro slid a hand under zirself to 'adjust' things.
"Have you had enough?" The Frenchman asked, reached down to fondle between Engineer's legs. The red ass trembled and the responding answer was a gasped sob. Spy pressed his chest to Engineer's back and while Pyro couldn't make out the whispered words, zie could plainly see those devilish fingers slip back inside.
Spy withdrew his impressive erection and rubbed it up and down the crack of Engineer's ass, still fully clothed beside the pants around his thighs. A foil packet was removed from a pocket and Pyro watched, hypnotized, as Spy easily rolled the condom on. Those graceful hands dipped into another pocket - how many pockets did Spy have, exactly? - and came back with lubricant. He drizzled a generous amount on his cock, over Engineer's ass. Engineer twitched at the cold liquid.
"I'm going to fuck you now," Spy informed, matter of fact, and Pyro heard zirself whine as the Spy levered his hips forward. The hard cock went in centimeter by centimeter and all three of them gasped.
Spy's pace was rough and deep and clearly enjoyable for both parties. Engineer continued to whine, the anguish slowly draining from his wordless pleading.
Pyro closed zir eyes as zir hand brushed against certain very sensitive parts. Zie couldn't... could zie?
"Spy," Engineer whispered, "Please, let me - ah!"
"I said you are not to speak!" Spy admonished, and cracked his open palm across the plump ass.
Pyro rubbed zir face on the ground, silent as zie began to touch. The sight of zir teammates like that, the sounds, oh God... Zie looked up to see Spy kissing his partner's neck gently, buried in Engineer.
Engineer struggled, just a little, as lithe fingers wrapped around his throat and squeezed. Spy had small hands, it was true, but they were nonetheless strong, the hands of a trained assassin.
"Breathe, slowly now," Spy whispered to him, sucked on his earlobe. He shivered but obeyed, exhaled as Spy began to move inside him. "That's it, darling." The constriction around his throat tightened and Engineer wheezed slightly, but rocked back into Spy's thrusts.
Pyro lay on the floor in the hall, sweating and halfway to orgasm. Zie rubbed against the floor, seeking sensation, and didn't dare look away from the frenzied couple on their table.
Engineer made a strange noise as his airway was cut off.
"Relax," Spy whispered to him, "You are being so good for me. Yes, there you go." The strong body wilted and Spy knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He let Engineer breathe, kissed the hairy neck as he reached down and slipped the ring off of Engineer's straining cock.
"Spy-!"
With a muffled sigh, Pyro came hard, lay on the floor like a soggy sponge and watched the other two men finish. Spy had pulled Engineer into a sort-of half-standing position, one hand wrapped around the Texan's throat while Spy fucked him mercilessly. Engineer came first with a choked roar and Spy followed with a bleak moan.
Pyro stared at the floor through the lens inserts of zir mask, drifted in a haze, forgot what zie was doing until -
"Pyro, what in the hell are you doin?!"
Zie was much too spent to do anything other than laugh.

loved it

Thank you very much! Zie/Zir Pyro along with the actual porn was beautiful. One small question, however. Who does the last spoken line belong to?

I really enjoyed reading this. The sex was delicious and the Pyro watching them was absolutely adorable.

may or may not have accidentally fanarted for my favorite shortfic writer aka you because holy shit youre the best. like, for real. /hides all the arts

coOOONTINUE PLEASE WOWOW!!!!! ps, i would love to see more fics with medic in them maybe? but oh god your helmet party fics
are so
*good*

Aaaaaaahhhh I thought there was an update...

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This is the OP, omgomgomg please please PLEASE show me your fanart! I will write ANYTHING you want in exchange. i just always get so goddamn excited when people fanart my stuff, it is like the best feeling in the world. it's okay if you are too shy, i understand completely.

oh, by the way, here is something that i wrote for one of my favorite TF2 persons.

in the morning

He awoke bathed in thick heat, jammed against a body that was as sweaty as his own. The camper van was ridiculously hot when the sun beat down on it. It didn’t seem to bother Sniper, but it drove him nuts. Carefully, he unwound himself from the other man, their skin slowly peeling apart.

Opening the curtained window a bit to allow air to circulate awoke the Australian, who responded with a long, low grunt. The camper van was so small that Sniper didn’t have to get off the bed, only stretch, to get his morning coffee going. Then those long arms reached for Engineer, pulled him in.

Lips collided sloppily and Engineer kissed the older man in earnest. When they broke apart, he spoke.

“It’s hotter ‘n hell in here,” a note of disdain echoed in his voice. Sniper inherently translated that to mean “it’s too hot to fuck in here” and reacted accordingly – by grabbing the Engineer roughly and pinning him down. The lean man climbed atop his protesting prey, lowered his head to attack the Texan’s neck. Engie’s head swam at the attention to that sensitive area, but he continued to protest.

“Quit fightin' me, love,” Sniper muttered into the Texan’s ear, “Just give it to me. You act so tough, as if you don’t want it, but I know the truth,” he ground down against Engineer, pleased to notice that his partner was far from soft.

Engineer shook his head, but didn’t dare speak. Keeping quiet was hard enough, and he didn’t trust his voice to not betray him.

His legs were pried apart and he grunted as a finger, slick with spit, entered him. The Australian looked pleased as pie with himself, slipping a second digit in after barely a moment to finger Engineer. Suddenly, his brow furrowed and he stopped. Then he smirked wickedly and withdrew his fingers as quick as they had come.

Engineer knew what was coming next. That predatory glare said it all.

His legs were lifted higher. Sniper shifted lower.

“Don’t,” Engineer gasped, “I’m not ready.” He was lying; he was more than ready. This was a game they played. If he really wanted Sniper to stop, all he had to do was say the safe word. Dingo.

“I know,” was the purred reply as the older man thrust slickly into him.

“Slim, please,” Engineer's voice broke.

“What's wrong?” that hot voice in his ear, warm and wet, “Am I too big for you? Can’t take it like a man?”

Oh fuck, those long slow strokes were driving him insane. So much sensory information, jamming up his synapses, he couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain. Rhythmic movements. Sniper was taking his time.

“Stop,” Engineer begged, “Stop.” His plea went unheeded, those thrusts continuing, as languid as a lazy sea lapping against the shore. The tang of pain started to ebb away, leaving only the fullness.

He hated when Sniper was patient like this.

Sniper kissed him briefly, then began to attack Engineer’s neck again. The growing need inside of the Texan blossomed rapidly and he wriggled, trying to get closer, trying to get Sniper to go faster, anything.

“Don’t… stop,” he breathed, “Please. Harder, mother of God, please,” his accent thick and colorful. This was what Sniper always wanted to hear, this was what got Engineer what he so urgently needed.

Sniper obliged.

“You know, I bet the whole team can hear us,” Sniper whispered, “They can hear you scream like a sheila. They wish they had a piece of this ass. Too bad it's mine.”

"Yours," the American gasped, "Yours, Slim." Then Sniper tightened up and Engineer felt him come, heard the marksman sigh with relief. He slowed and stopped, paused for a long moment looking down at his sated partner, and then pulled himself free from Engineer’s shaking body.

With a last kiss, Sniper poured himself some coffee and began to dress. The Engineer just lay on the bed, cum leaking from his ass as he stared into space. A chipped BLU mug was set on the counter closest to Engineer: coffee with three spoons of sugar. Exactly how Engie liked it. Without another word, the Australian left the camper van with his own mug, the door shutting with a click behind him.

Engineer blew out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Propping himself up on one strong arm, he rubbed his eyes and glanced at his still hard cock. He relaxed against the pillows, on his back, and began to stroke himself intently. It was odd how quickly they had fallen into place.

He could hear Sniper’s words in his head as he moved his hand faster, the hot words enflaming his brain. The Texan loved how filthy Sniper’s mouth was when they fucked, the obscene and lewd comments that dripped from those lips like a dark honey. Thinking about that delicious voice, it didn’t take long for him to orgasm, his body clenching in on itself as he came with a grunt.

The Texan sighed, melancholy and he whispered to the camper walls.

"I love you, Slim."

I'll be in my bunk.

Wow, Sniper, you don't even bother to ensure Engie gets off too? Jerk.

three spoons of sugar? engie you fucking fag

Jokes aside this is wonderful. I really love the way you treat your engineers.

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i will never die. have some porn with heavyxftm!engie. rimming is super hot.

in the hay


Lips prickly with stubble tickled along the back of his neck.

"Hey now, is this the best place for this?" the words tumbled, graceless, from his mouth and he attempted to shove the other man away. Those arms only gripped him tighter, pulled him sideways into a small nook. The two men crashed softly onto the prickly hay. His hardhat clattered off his head, into the shadows, and Engineer sneezed on the light dust that they kicked up.

"будь здоров."

Engie opened his mouth, tried to thank Heavy, and sneezed again. He blinked, dazed, and then sneezed a third time. He groaned and pulled his goggles off.

"сп...асибо," he finally replied. He dug in his back pocket for his handkerchief, leaned back from the larger man to blow his nose and wipe his face. The moment he was done, Heavy pulled him back and kissed him, stripped his overalls down to his ankles. Thick fingers brushed over his genitalia, rubbed his hips and groped his ass and Engineer huffed. His mechanical hand gripped Heavy's shoulder, the BLU glove stark against the Russian's dark vest.

"We - we can't do this here," Engineer insisted.

"It will only take a minute."

"I - oh. Well, okay." Engineer was putty when he was being played with and Heavy smiled wickedly. He pressed harder, rubbed that sweet spot and slowly Engineer lost all traces of resistance. Time to try again.

"I want to fuck you."

"Not without some grease, you're not," Engineer breathed. He reached into a pocket of his overalls, sifted through several until he finally found what he wanted. The little plastic bottle uncapped easily enough and Heavy's slippery palm rubbed down Engineer's belly, cupped between his legs. He rubbed the swollen clitoris and Engineer shuddered in his grasp.

"Heavy." The Russian apologized immediately and pulled Engineer close, hugged him in a bid for forgiveness. Engineer groaned, not in protest, and let Heavy press a finger into his ass.

"Хороший мальчик," those lips kissed his ear, his cheek, nuzzled into the collar of his blue work shirt. Engie relaxed and pushed backward into Heavy's movements, rocked in time with his partner.

"Gimme another," his words were as sweet as honey to Heavy's ears and the Russian obliged. "Fuck. Another." Heavy fingered him and spoke to him the entire time, a low growl that washed over Engineer like an ocean. Eventually the fingers were removed and Engineer was placed on his knees. Heavy hung over him, a shadow, and both men groaned when Heavy pushed forward.

Heavy was large. In every manner of the word.

Engineer forced himself to relax, "Hold... hold up, there," he murmured. Heavy obliged, waited until the small man was grinding back against his cock, waited until he heard the American beg. They were still slow, but deeper now and Engineer sighed lowly as he was filled so very, very full. Heavy was gentle with him, moved lazily and then finally - "C'mon. Harder."

"F-fuck," Engie gasped, fucked himself desperately on Heavy. Engineer's hips were so slight underneath Heavy's enormous hands and Heavy squeezed his small partner hard. The American was warm and, while he had been tight at first, was now wonderfully loose and open for Heavy to take.

"You are beautiful."

"You - only say that. Cause you're - uh - fucking me." Engineer managed between strong thrusts.

Heavy chuckled, "Maybe."

He lasted a long time, at least it felt like that, and Engineer recognized the signs. Heavy's breath came just slightly quicker, his movements just a slight more passionate. He rubbed Engineer's shoulders and sighed as he came. He slumped, just a little, rubbed his sweaty face against the Texan's work shirt.

Engineer pulled away from him quickly, wriggled onto his back with a look of quiet desperation. His engorged clitoris pulsed between his legs and Engineer needed to come as soon as possible.

"May I - uh," he stuttered and his face flushed, "Lemme eat you." When asked, he could never explain it in words, but this particular act gave him a rush that nothing else did. It was so intimate but so wrong, so against all biological instinct, but God was it hot.

Heavy laughed, "Dirty Engineer," but he obediently took Engineer's place and knelt on his hands and knees. Engineer hunched over the broad back, breathed needy kisses over the enormous spine. He spread the ample, muscular cheeks with his mechanical hand and, without hesitation, began to lick. The large man trembled and Engineer pushed inside, moaned as the muscles clenched around his tongue. Heavy tasted so fucking good, like sweat and need and everything Engineer had ever wanted.

He snuck his normal hand down to stroke his clitoris, moaned into Heavy's ass as he rubbed himself off.

"You taste so good," he mumbled, inaudible to even his partner, but the message was clearly understood. Engineer pressed deep, alternated with sloppy kisses and long drives of his tongue until Heavy was fidgeting. He slid his own fingers into himself and fucked Heavy hard with his mouth until finally it was too much. Engineer came with a muffled sound, still eating Heavy's ass furiously. Gradually Engie slowed and he slumped, just a little.

It took him a moment to come back to himself and Engie pulled away, wiped his face on a clean part of his handkerchief. They spent a quick moment fixing their clothing, and then Heavy pulled him up to cuddle him close.

"We need to get back soon," he informed his small partner, kissed the top of Engineer's head.

Engineer sighed, clearly not yet recovered.

"In a minute."

This was fabulous. Sweet, hot, and the subject matter was perfectly handled. Engie/Heavy has quickly become one of my favourite (and sadly most neglected) pairings, so yeah. Many kudos.

Shine on, you brilliant diamond you

i am bored as fuck so. if anyone has a request, i'd be happy to give it a whirl. any pairing and almost any kink.

What about Sniper giving a ride to engie and solly, they end up doing it there while sniper watches(driving), and then join them.

Medic/Engie or Medic/Heavy, with Medic crossdressing and needlessly rough sex somewhere in the mix.

And Jesus Christ, the Heavy/Engie really got me going. So glad to see something super fresh from you.

Needy bottom soldier, and dominant engineer? Maybe they started off with soldier being the one who typically topped, but as time went on they realized they like it better swapped.

Soldier like being forced around and used for someone elses pleasure and engie likes watching soldier squirm and moan under his control.

Spy/Engineer/Sniper. Basically all I want is Spy and Sniper fucking Engie senseless.

seconding >>97

seconding >>98
Man that sounds so, so good.
Also OP you are becoming my lifeblood, this tab never gets closed on my browser...

for >97 because HOT DIGGITY DAMN

so while i was writing this, my loving fiancé made this:
http://i.imgur.com/nrDRBAp.jpg

enjoy perverts

in the soldier's room

"Damnit Solly, that hurts."

"Just hold still!"

"You can't - ! YOU CAN'T JUST STICK IT IN THERE DRY," Engineer bit off a howl of agony and clutched twin fistfuls of RED sheets, couldn't help as the gunslinger on his hand tore the flimsy cloth into shreds. He tried to push back but Soldier was heavy, incredibly so, but either way he needed to get Soldier <I>out of his ass</i>. He craned a stocky arm back and smacked Soldier across the face.

"OH!" Soldier's helmet clattered to the floor. The slap certainly didn't hurt but it was enough to yank him out of his trance.

"Oh is right you damn idiot! Get off me!" The Texan sighed in relief as the painful intrusion was removed, turned over onto his back so he was facing Soldier. "You need to grease up first. How many times do I gotta tell you that."

"THIS IS NOT SOMETHING -"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, this is all new to you. I understand. But you gotta understand that you are literally tearing me a new asshole every time you do this!"

"What, you can't take it like a man?" Soldier leaned close to him, incredibly close, and Engineer frowned.

"You did not just say that."

"Did I stutter, Private?"

Their eyes met and Engineer snorted.

"I can't take it like a man?" he asked. Soldier would never let him top, would never even entertain the thought, would ignore Engineer any time the subject was brought up. "Well?!"

Soldier made a weird, toothy smile. That smile was quickly wiped off his face when metal fingers grasped around his neck and <i>squeezed</i>. Ordinarily, Soldier would have beaten Engie hands down in any kind of fight - he was so much larger and stronger, but the gunslinger gave the Texan a solid advantage.

"You! Private!" Soldier wheezed, "Unhand me!"

"Shut up, 'Private'," Engineer mocked in turn, "You think it's all fun and games on my end, Solly?" He let go suddenly, raised his legs up and kicked Soldier cleanly off the bed.

"WHAT-" Soldier landed on his feet easily, adrenaline racing through his veins. Instantly, the smaller man pounced. Despite Soldier's strength and skill, Engie wrangled him like a rented mule with that damn gunslinger.

"All I gotta do is get you on the ground son, you're mine now," the Southern accent was hushed, "No different than wrestling a pig. Just a real big one, is all."

Soldier was pressed on his stomach, face against the cold linoleum floor. Engineer was bent over him, straddling his ass, steel fingers wrapped around the back of his head. He attempted to push himself up, but the gunslinger dug <i>hard</i> into the back of his head.

"Now, you want to know what it's like?" Engie snarled. He yanked Soldier's fatigues down, spread the strong thighs before Soldier realized what was going on.

"You -" there was a sick crunch as Engineer abruptly slammed his face into the ground. Soldier groaned, felt his nose break and the hot blood boiled against the cold floor. He was spread open, heard Engineer spitting repeatedly behind him. His body blazed everywhere that Engie's flesh touched him and Soldier couldn't figure out why the room was spinning.

"This is what you were trying to do!" Engineer snapped, breath heavy, and he pressed himself to that slick, soft spot between Soldier's legs and thrust hard. Soldier tightened beneath him, moaned and it hurt his cock but fuck did it feel good to have Soldier under his might. "How d'you like that, Solly? What, can't take it like a MAN?"

The strangled, needy moan that answered Engineer was something that neither of them expected.

Soldier shook, unable to contain himself and Engineer needed to hear that sound again. He steadied himself on his free hand and thrust three times, tearing another one of those cries from Soldier's throat. He wanted to gloat, but his cock was too busy demanding that he fuck Soldier through the floor. Now.

The strong body wriggled persistently, Soldier bucked up but Engineer rode him like a bull. Engineer's head swam stupidly, intoxicated on Soldier's wordless begging, blasted on the impossible tightness of the other man's body, drunk with his control. He came quickly, way too sensitive to drag it out, but reveled in the satisfaction of coming in Soldier's prude ass. Finally, Engineer pulled away. The shock of red on Soldier's thighs jerked him back to earth and he stared, almost horrified. Soldier lay there, didn't move, and Engineer noticed the blood smeared over the back of the other man's head.

"Shit, son," he whispered after a long minute, "Are... are you ok?" Suddenly, the other man rolled over and sat up. He looked almost terrifying, blood all over his face and front and just everywhere, and he looked so handsome that Engie could die.

Soldier smiled, clearly pleased with himself, and wiped the back of his hand across his face.

"WHY WOULDN'T I BE, PRIVATE?"

yes hello, i promise that i have not abandoned this thread. i just can't figure out how to finish this one i'm working on. pretty sure i'll be doing >98 next.

now, on to >95

in the desert

"That better be American tobacco!" Soldier blasted from the back seat.

"Oh, it's American all right," Engineer chuckled as he handed the joint to Sniper, "But it sure as hell ain't tobacco."

"You're pulling my leg," Sniper muttered in awe, somehow managing to stare at the precious item in his hand and also drive the MANN Co. van flawlessly, "how long have you been keepin' this to yourself?!"

"WHAT is THAT!"

"Shut up Solly," Engineer turned around bodily in his seat to face Soldier, "America is about freedom, right?"

"Of course! Freedom is America's middle name!"

"And you're free to smoke cigarettes, right?"

"CIGARETTES ARE A NECESSITY, HARDHAT."

"Hell yeah, I agree with you there. Tell me though, what exactly is the difference between a cigarette and one of these?"

Sniper watched Soldier in the rearview mirror, covertly lit the joint and took a hard drag. Soldier was staring hard at Engineer.

"MARIJUANA IS UNAMERICAN."

"Bullshit, I grew this in my own backyard in Texas. Texas, Soldier. What's more American than Texas? What's more American than a man tending his fields in the hot sun, harvesting his labor and enjoying the fruits of his hard work?"

For this, Soldier had no answer and Sniper had never seen the man so struck.

"That's what I thought. Pass that here, Slim." Engineer took a satisfying toke, held it and exhaled lazily before he handed it back to Sniper. Soldier watched the two men, indignant but silent. The wind whistled through the van's cab, the stockpile of weapons in the back jostled with every bump, and the landscape was never ending red sand.

"THAT LEFT HANDED CIGARETTE MUST BE INSPECTED FOR CONTRABAND."

Engineer chuckled, but obliged. Despite Soldier's passionate objections, he hit the smoldering roach like a pro, holding the cloud of smoke in for longer than Engineer would have ever anticipated. Soldier breathed out in a roaring tumble of smoke.

He paused, then took another. Sniper watched intently in the mirror, sweat beading down the side of his face. His left hand jiggled uselessly on the steering wheel. Within a few minutes or so, Soldier had finished the joint and was looking out the window.

"How you feelin'?" Engineer's voice was steeped with mirth.

"Uh," was all that Soldier could manage, "Shut up. Maggot." This time Engineer laughed, long and loud, and produced another joint from his front pocket.

"It's a long drive," he explained, and lit up. He wasn't exaggerating - they were three hours down, with about the same to go. Ammunition runs were tedious but necessary, plus the three of them always liked to grab a beer at the one dusty bar in Teufort. Soldier had gotten them kicked out half a dozen times, but damn Spy's disguise kit was handy.

Engie took a couple long tokes, gave it to Sniper, then to Soldier. Around the circle, all of them quiet, until Engineer glanced back at Soldier and then laughed.

"You doing all right?" he asked. Soldier stared at him dumbly. Sniper wasn't even thinking about the road at this point.

"What are you... talking about?!" Soldier demanded, albeit a bit weakly.

"Your trousers, Solly," Engie gestured to the other man's crotch, where there was indeed a very obvious and very large bulge in the dark fabric. "Does that to me too, don't worry. Y'know..." He reached out, the three of them so close in the confined space, and fondled Soldier deliberately, "I could give you a hand with that." His voice ground over their ears, just audible over the whistle of the open windows.

Soldier just stared, mouth slightly open. He groaned suddenly and flinched, as if he had scared himself.

"Hardhat, what do you think you are doing..."

"Helpin' you let off a little steam," Engie replied smoothly, cool as a cucumber, and Sniper had to admit he was jealous as fuck of the Texan's confidence. The small man clambered over the console and into the back of the van and without any hesitation whatsoever kissed Soldier full on the mouth. He rubbed Soldier's erection, drawing quiet noises from their erratic teammate.

Sniper tore his eyes away from the dream in the mirror, stared feverishly at the empty, endless expanse of road before him. He was starting to get hard too and he wasn't exactly sure how he felt about it.

Soldier barely reciprocated his partner's enthusiastic kisses, but groaned and twitched every time Engineer fondled him. Somehow Engie worked Soldier's fatigues down and replaced his hand with his mouth, sucking greedily on the thick cock.

Soldier choked in disbelief, rapt as Engineer worked him over.

"Y'taste good," the Texan groaned, "So fuckin' good, Solly."

Sniper reached a hand down to touch himself, unashamed, barely noticing as he automatically pulled the van over into a shaded spot at the base of a tall cliff. He turned himself around to face the couple in the back seat. Soldier had one hand on his helmet, obscuring his face. The other hand he settled, hesitantly, on Engineer's burly shoulder. With a wet pop, Engie released him and grinned widely.

Soldier groaned, knocked his own helmet off as he ran a hand through his short hair. He glanced out the window.

"Engie," he murmured.

"Yeah?"

Soldier pulled his hand away, stared at Engineer with red eyes blazing. The Texan couldn't stop smiling and he leaned up to kiss the other man again. This time, Soldier returned the kiss, just a little, and he embraced the small man tightly.

"Engie," he repeated.

"How long has it been?"

"A while," the other man admitted.

"And it feels good, don't it?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"... No."

Sniper watched in awe as Engineer resumed his activities. That shapely rump was close to him, close enough that he could reach out and touch it if he so chose. So he did.

Engie barely flinched, pulled himself away from Soldier to wink at the Australian fondling his backside. He unbuckled his overalls and wiggled them down his body, enough so that Sniper could pull the cotton down and touch skin to skin.

Sniper sucked on his fingers to wet them, both eyes on the yellow hardhat that bobbed in Soldier's lap. He slapped the round ass, once, twice, pleased to watch the ample flesh bounce, even more so to hear the noises that Engineer made in response. He leaned forward, took the cheeks in both hands and parted them to devour his prize.

Soldier's blue eyes kept going back and forth, back and forth. The lips around his cock vibrated with Engineer's pleased moans and Soldier couldn't figure out why Sniper licking Engie's ass made him so fucking hard.

Sniper, while patient on the field, proved to be otherwise in these situations, and soon was somehow squeezing himself into the back of the van with his teammates. The van was large, about the size of an army HMMWW, and it was snug but surprisingly accommodating.

Engineer pulled up and without even needing prompt, Soldier began to strip his clothing off. His long, thick legs got caught in his fatigues and Soldier snarled to himself, somehow managed to open the door and tumble right out into the dirt with a grunt.

Sniper laughed then, so sudden that he surprised himself, and Engie chuckled.

"Damn, you all right?" the Texan leaned over, stared at Soldier suddenly doing flawless press-ups in the red sand.

"THAT WAS INTENTIONAL."

"Yeah, I bet. Get back up here, Solly... Ah wasn't done."

TO BE CONTINUED FRIENDS

The day I get my soldier figure is also the day you post this, I can't be any happier now! (yeah engie, don't let that soldier's ass escape you!)

103 I forgot the namefag, sorry

102 Sex while flying high as a kite is one of the best kinds of sex.

I'm interested in seeing where this goes.

dicks dicks dicks

in the desert (2/2)


"Get back up here, Solly... Ah wasn't done."

"YES SIR."

The Australian watched, entranced, as Soldier did as he was told for the first time in recorded history. Then again, Sniper was pretty sure that he would also do or say anything to get Engie back on his cock. Say what you will, but you can always lead a man by his dick.

Soldier slammed the door shut behind him, his eyes as red as blood. His short partner reached out with open arms, brought him in and then -

"Slim, don't you think you're a little... over-dressed?" Engineer leered, possessive and hungry, and Sniper shivered at the sheer power this small man possessed simply by existing somehow. By far the shortest of the entire team, and yet here he had Soldier prostrated so willingly before him.

The Texan breathed heavy, his breath burdened with lust,
and Sniper obeyed, laid himself bare to four starving eyes. It was hot but his skin still prickled with ice.

"Kiss him, Solly."

Not a suggestion. Not a question.

Soldier obeyed, took Sniper hard on the mouth. His lips were dry as sin, but his mouth was wet and strong and Sniper could appreciate that. The sharp grind of stubble had them pulling apart after only a moment, and somehow Engineer was there too, his small sturdy hands guiding and arranging and glossy fingers pressed inside of Sniper’s tight ass. Engineer's lips slid over the Australian's cock and Sniper whispered garbled slang, dazed. It took entirely too long for those digits to be replaced with something much more substantial. Every color blurred and Sniper felt a hot body tuck underneath him, smelling strongly of lube and oil and soap.

Engineer purred and coaxed, held himself open to Sniper's thin but long shaft. The two of them sighed when Sniper slid home and the three men took a moment to adjust.

The Soldier's breath thundered over the back of Sniper's neck. Sniper was bent over, Soldier draped heavily over his back and most certainly covering his rear. Sniper idly wondered how they had gotten into this position. Then Soldier thrust, hard, and it drove him into Engie's oh-so-willing flesh and -

"Oh, for the love of God," Sniper gasped.

"Never came and gone - at the same time - before?" Engineer managed to hiss out. Sniper could only shake his head, screaming on the inside as Soldier filled him to the brim. Soldier certainly hadn't looked that big...

Sniper melted, butter between the two Americans, let Soldier completely take over the pace, simply accepted the feverish onslaught. Soldier seemed stuck in a brutal rhythm, the force more than enough to drive Sniper deep into the Engineer beneath him.

The Texan smiled beatifically at the red-faced, panting men above him, pleased with his results. Sniper filled him in all the right ways and - fuck. Engineer planted a series of kisses along the gunman’s tanned jawline.

"You look good with a cock in ya, Slim."

"So... do you..."

Soldier picked up the pace, rutted the Sniper as if it were his last time, then came with a mighty bellow. He held the Sniper’s shoulders tightly, paused, and pulled away hastily.
The warm slickness that trickled out of Sniper and down his thighs was enough to make him scrunch his eyes shut and orgasm. He paused, caught up in his own release.

"Come on, be a gentleman and finish me before you go soft," Engineer demanded.

Sniper felt a tiny smile creep over his face and obliged, fucked the husky man until Engineer whimpered and shuddered in his arms.

Understandably, it took the men some time to recuperate from such activities and get back on the road, and more than a few eyebrows were raised when the three men finally came home three and a half hours late with their clothes rumpled. The entire fucking team was piled in the generously named “rumpus room”, drunk and rowdy and demanding to know the reason for the hold up. Still half high and spent in more ways than one, Sniper bailed immediately and Soldier wandered aimlessly to his room.

“How fucking drunk did you all get?!” Demo bellowed.

Finally, Engineer slunk into his room to avoid further questioning and as he shucked off his cum-stained overalls, he caught a whiff of familiar French cologne.

“Perhaps you would be interested to know that there are cameras in the van, mon ami…”

~ c’est complet ~

Is it bad I want Demo and Spy to get in on the fun now?

107 does this image have something with this? http://bit.ly/GH2j5s
haha

that was a delicious fic thanks!

"In the rain" is one of my favorite fics on here, hands down. The voyeurism, the discovery, the dominance swap and the threesome all work in just perfect harmony. Thank you so much, whoever wrote this.