A cool arm wrapped around the sweaty body, and chilled fingers traced ligament and muscle. He pressed forward, burying his face in the crook of the humid neck as he licked and kissed the hot flesh. Engie always got so warm when he slept, like a Texan desert at noon. Soldier bit the sensitive flesh a few times, experimented with the other man's consciousness. The body beneath him didn't even twitch; Engie was deeply asleep and nothing short of a nuclear blast would rouse him. When he finally would wake, it would be with a series of deep, rolling coughs as if his body were trying to purge itself of slumber. Soldier's cock jerked in his boxers. This was his favorite way to have the stocky man. The wilted limbs moved at his every insistence and he sucked at a bare shoulder. Engineer always slept, naked much to Soldier's secret delight. It made these encounters so much easier, and Soldier saw no need to encase such a fine male specimen, no need to hide such a beautiful unconscious form. As he straddled the sleeping man, Soldier leaned down and continued to map out the contours of his lover's body with his mouth. Suckling and laving every inch of salty skin thrilled him in a way that sex never would. Only he knew how Engineer's body tasted, only he knew the way the calloused fingers felt against his receptive tongue, only he knew the interesting topography of the thick scar that traveled across the Texan's belly. He rubbed at his clothed erection and slid down Engineer's body. Chapped lips skated over defined pectorals, suckled the dark nipples lustily, and rolled across every swell of rib. Soldier spread the muscular thighs and settled himself lower, licked across the lightly pudgy stomach and left brutal love bites on the luscious hips. Soldier's breathing quickened as he came closer and closer to the main event. Untouched flesh cried out to him, sang notes that resonated within his very core, but he couldn't wait any longer. The ruddy cock peeked out of its foreskin, hardening slowly from the stimulation. Soldier licked his lips, took the semi-erect shaft in a trembling hand, and lapped the at the wet slit. His blood wailed in his veins, demanding gratification. He revealed the dusky pink cock from its sheath and wrapped his tongue around the fat glans. The silky skin was throbbing and musky on his tongue, the flesh stiffened further, and Soldier began to grind desperately into his own hand. He thoroughly wet the shaft with saliva, licking up and down with long movements. Finally satisfied, Solder slid the cock between his lips and swallowed it down. At this, Engineer's body tensed and a soft moan whispered from exhaling lungs. Soldier marveled at the persistent beat of the flesh in his mouth. So needy, so demanding even in sleep! Engie's body throbbed in perfect rhythm with the drums that marched in Soldier's head. He bobbed with slow, pulling movements, forcing Engie deeper and deeper into his own throat. Finally, Solder pulled away, a thick rope of saliva draped from his pink lips. He wanted more. He wanted what he was never allowed to have. No matter how much he begrudgingly asked, no matter what filthy things he said, Engineer still refused. 'It's just not my thing, Solly.' Soldier shifted his lover, slid the stocky knees under his arms and bent the sleeping man up from the waist. Soldier felt his mouth flood upon seeing the new treat revealed to him. "God," he groaned, and buried his face between the firm cheeks without hesitation. He tongued the tight hole fervently, moaned in his throat as he pulled his cock free. The flesh was clean, smelled of standard issue soap and the sharp scent of a man's natural musk. Of course, Engineer always showered at night before bed. Soldier lapped the pucker wetly, kissed and suckled at the sensitive flesh. Engie shifted under the hungry mouth, groaned softly in his sleep. The gentle noise only urged Soldier on and he pressed the tip of his tongue past the relaxed muscle. He braced his forearm against Engie's thighs, pushing harder so that the Texan was practically bent back on himself, folded neatly in half like a dozing wallet. Soldier pressed deeper, his skin crawling with prickly ecstasy. Only he had ever tasted Engineer here, had licked and penetrated the forgiving flesh with his greedy tongue. Soldier fucked his fist with greater urgency, tightened his grip and bucked into his hand as if release might save him from this madness. "Yes, yes, yes," he muffled aloud, mostly to himself. He could feel his nerves as they tightened, pulled taut, pulled all his joints into each other and oh God he was going to come. Heavy shudders wracked his muscular body, his mouth never stopping its assault. Time stopped and Soldier tipped on the precipice for an agonizing eternity. His body jerked as if possesed as every ounce of passion erupted from him in a violent, soundless exultation. The fevered lapping slowed, and Soldier forced himself to breathe evenly. With one last lick, he straightened up and let Engineer's legs rest back on the bed. Splatters of thick fluid glinted like silk in the dim light and Soldier tucked his cock away, suddenly exhausted. He could change the sheets in the morning. He lay down next to his engineer, the Texan still blazing away merrily in the twilight and completely oblivious to what had just occurred. Stretching out on his back, Soldier entwined one burning leg with his own - any more contact than that and Engineer's body heat would make sleeping impossible. Soldier yawned and closed his eyes. Maybe I'll tell him someday, he thought. A wry smile curled his sinful lips. Nah.
who are you i love you but who are you you just popped out of nowhere this just popped out of nowhere i love it and i love you and i... i... asdsfghfjgkhlj;l'
I wish to grant you the award for king/queen of helmet smut. But KGB is already queen and I don't know who you are. But you are in the running. And that's what matters. (If you could write more that would be great)
For the readers: First off, I'd like to let people know, that while not violent, this fic is nonconsensual sex. Just a heads up To the author: While this isn't badly done, I think it's very important to recognize that this is a story about rape. It is not that there's nothing wrong with this type of fic, as peoples personal kinks can be wildly different from what they practice in reality, and I no way think less of you anon, for this kinky helmet story, nor do I think you or anyone enjoying this goes around having sex with unconscious people. But I must stress this point: please, please put trigger warnings on these kind of stories While I myself am not a survivor of sexual abuse, I've come to understand that for those who have, it's an extremely traumatic experience that for some, when reminded of can send them into full blown panic attacks. So while I wouldn't say you should stop writing these fics, anon, I urge you to please, please be conscious of individuals who have endured sexual assault, or have known someone who has endured sexual assault. If non con is your kink, you have a responsibility to make sure that your fun does not ruin someone else's day.
This is awesome! Thank you anon.
That was some seriously hot porn! Normally I don't like Helmet Party, but I really liked this fic. >>4 I was going to say "'let people know'? How stupid do you think we are? Obviously this is a story about rape! Duh!" ...Then I remembered all the rape fics I've read where the author and/or the readers insisted that for whatever reason it wasn't rape. I don't think that's the case here, though. Nobody has called this story sweet or anything like that. There is no romanticization anywhere, it's very straightforward non-con PWP.
I for one agree with Prettykickinghuh... Warning would be nice, but I am glad I read comments first...
Ah, so the "let people know" thing was supposed to be for the benefit of the readers who read the comments first, it was meant to be a trigger warning. Sorry, I misunderstood. I thought Prettykickinghuh meant it as a clarification for those who already finished reading the fic.
I agree with >>4. While it's a well-written story, you have to be mindful and play it safe with certain kinks. I'm glad >>4 wrote so I didn't have to. Nice writing, though.
Sleeping is one of my bigger kinks, so I very much enjoyed this.
>>4 >>7 >>9 Guys, I won’t do the whole ’you must be new here’ routine, but if you look around you’ll realise that TF2chan doesn’t do warnings. On the first page alone, there are stories containing rape, gang rape, dub-con, drugs, torture, physical and emotional abuse, infidelity, incest, bestiality (your mileage may vary), forced surgery and medical treatment, unwanted impregnation, child abuse and murder, homophobia, transphobia, cannibalism, and possibly necrophilia (not the wordfiltered kind). None of these stories have warnings for any of the aforementioned triggers. While I support the use of trigger warnings, this thread is not the right place to discuss TF2chan’s lack of them. Please start a new thread for that purpose in the ‘TF2chan Talk’ subforum. 1 I, for one, enjoyed this fic! Rimming is one of my favourite kinks and I liked how into it Soldier was. Too bad Engie wasn’t awake to enjoy it too! Well, I can always hope there’ll be a sequel to this story...
Too bad Engie wasn’t awake to enjoy it too! Well, I can always hope there’ll be a sequel to this story... Sorry, but I really hope not. I loved this story as a straightforward PWP about an obsessive stalker who non-consensually sleeps with his oblivious friend. A sort of porn darkfic, with the creepiness enhancing the sexiness. If the author tried to turn it into cutesy affair where Engineer suddenly decides that, hey sure, why not, he could sleep with Soldier after all, it would turn my opinion of the story from "this is hot" to "this is bullshit." Either a porn story is about consensual sex ot it's about rape. Both can be hot, but attempting to mix them by writing a consensual sex story as a sequel to a rape one would produce a shitty sequel and retroactively ruin the original. Or the sequel could be a rapefic too. But if Engineer is aware of Soldier raping him, I'd fully expect him to permanently kill Soldier at the end. (Speaking of, Engineer is always the one who handles Respawn in fanfiction. Is there any fic where Engineer gets pissed off at one of his teammates and turns off the teammate's Respawn to get rid of him?)
>>12. Hm, maybe we’re just reading the story differently. I got the impression that Soldier and Engineer were already in a consensual relationship and the only non-consensual part was Soldier’s somnophilic rimming. He wanted what he was never allowed to have. No matter how much he begrudgingly asked, no matter what filthy things he said, Engineer still refused. 'It's just not my thing, Solly.' This line sounds to me like lovers discussing kinks, not like Engineer being oblivious to Soldier’s advances. It makes me think Engie would probably not react with all-out hatred if he discovered what Soldier has been doing to him; anger and disappointment, yes, but more of the hurt-feelings and less of the murderous kind, the way I read it. Also, these lines: Stretching out on his back, Soldier entwined one burning leg with his own - any more contact than that and Engineer's body heat would make sleeping impossible. When he finally would wake, it would be with a series of deep, rolling coughs as if his body were trying to purge itself of slumber. He could change the sheets in the morning. Make me think that 1) this is not the first time Soldier has slept next to Engineer or woken up next to him, and 2) Engineer wouldn’t think anything odd of Soldier changing his sheets. Again, this indicates a pre-existing consensual relationship to me. However, the story is still very much non-con! Engie has clearly stated that he doesn’t want this kind of sexual attention and Soldier does it anyway, which makes it rape—but I don’t think either Soldier or Engie would classify it as such in the story setting. Writing a consensual sequel wouldn’t be that far-fetched to me.
>>13 That's exactly how I read it, too.
>>13 Hum... Could be. I read that first line as Soldier proposing Engineer for sex, Engineer refusing on the grounds that he is not into gay sex (not just rimming, any kind of sex with men), and Soldier doing it anyway while Engineer is asleep. So, oblivious to the fact that sex is happening, not to the fact that Soldier wants it. Plus, the line "nothing short of a nuclear blast would rouse him" made me think that Soldier planned on waking up and leaving the room before Engineer woke, so that Engineer would wake up alone. I may be biased here in that I've already read a couple of stories where a creepy stalker slips into the girl/guy's bed while s/he is asleep, spends nearly the whole night sleeping with them, and slips away as dawn breaks while the girl/guy is none the wiser. I had completely missed the line about sheets, though. Guess I was half-asleep myself.
There was copious adjective abuse: "Hot flesh," "Sensitive flesh," "salty skin," "dusky pink cock," "fat glans," "silky skin," just to name a few of the more painful. Trust me, you don't need it. We know what sex is like, most of us; the rest presumably have imaginations of their own. You don't need to spell out every single sensation. When you try, the prose gets stuffed up, clunky, and, I think, starts to sound very amateurish. With descriptors, few is plenty. You've just got to learn to choose ones that really make an impact.
continued to map out the contours of his lover's body with his mouth. Soldier shifted his lover I would have thought the word "lover" would have keyed people in on them having a consensual relationship. Not to mention it's clear that they've slept together more than once. >>4 You must be new here. >>1 Love it. I second the notion of a continuation. There are so many possibilities that can happen with this setup. If no go on two I'll still be happily content with this one.
You guys The author posted in anonymous And you're going to scare him/her away with your arguing DON'T YOU FUCKING RUIN THIS FOR ME I WANT HIM/HER TO WRITE MORE
>>17 The story is from Soldier's pov. If he were an obsessive stalker, it would be normal for him to refer to the object of his lust as "his lover", especially while he has sex with him. But yeah, re-reading the story now that I'm fully awake, I'm thinking Cyan is right and I just misread the whole thing. Oops. >>18 Oh, come on. Half the people here praised the story and told the author that they love it, the other half left very polite criticism that is more about warnings than about the story itself. Some people (ok, it was just me) were confused by plot at first and needed a bit of clarification. It's not like the author was received with torches and pitchforks.
>>19 Well yeah, but this author is probably new(I assume)and posted in anonymous to see if people like it and not held for it if its bad. That's what anonymous is about isn't it? If it starts a conflict, it could discourage the author to reveal themselves, seeing that they could then be held for causing a small upset. Of course we wouldn't really do that, but if they were anxious enough about their writing to have to post as anon... Whatever. Its fine now. I should probably stop trying to think for other people.
Whoa whoa, I'm sorry, I've actually been lurking for months before I started posting a few weeks ago, and I wasn't aware that there were no warnings on this site. So I apologize for that, I've read over the rules a thousand times and somehow I didn't soak up that part, my fault I'm sorry. Maybe i'm just not reading it correctly? I don't wanna discourage the author, (please anon, keep posting, don't worry about it) I just wanted to let people know what their getting into. before they read the story. I apologize if I caused a ruckus.
No worries, it's not a big deal.
Mm, I've seen stories with warnings on here before. They're certainly neither required nor expected, but there's nothing lost from a warning, and they can be very appreciated. It's up to the author, ultimately. And I'd have to agree that this is an already existing relationship, for reasons that people have already pointed out, and also-- "He wanted more. He wanted what he was never allowed to have." This comes after the Soldier gets the Engineer's cock down his throat, which implies that he WAS allowed to have that, and that the "more," the thing the Engineer describes as "just not his thing," is the rimbjob that follows. Hope we didn't scare you away, anon!
>>7 Good Ol' 'I assume you are new.' "Learn to understand the difference between people being assholes and people having opinions that differ from your own." That is in the rules, but not with the warnings because it is up to the author in the end, but the person is anon. But throw caution to the wind on this site obviously whenever posting anything, but do not be surprised if someone may not like it and posts a 'butthurt' comment about it I suppose. There's the whole, what was it? Do not like? Do not read or comment? People have different views, not all pertains to the one with loving comments especially if they did not know... And to avoid it, the only suggestion was a little warning for those who do know better on this website already. In the end, there is no real discussion and from what I know, there are stories with warnings, so there is no use getting 'drama'tic about it. Moving on.
I have to say I enjoyed this story and would like to see the author write more. To be honest I expected that Engineer was pretending to be asleep especially with " so that the Texan was practically bent back on himself, folded neatly in half like a dozing wallet" But I like it when authors don't go in the way I'm expecting them to. In regards to warnings, some stories have em some don't, meh if I'm reading a story that isn't my thing or I find disturbing I hit the back button. Keep writing anon.
16 Am i getting better with those adjectives? i guess the map is a combination of steel and hoodoo? Fuck if i know. Trigger warning (man, I hope I did the spoiler text right): Violence and rape. in the aftermath They watched their prey with careful eyes, blinking away particles of dust. The landscape stretched out before them, hot and dry and red, the next building in sight. Bodies littered the ground, bright blue and dusky red daubs against the sand. The younger one was tired. They had been stuck on this point for almost twenty minutes now. He growled in annoyance and glanced behind them to see the rest of their team stampede from the respawn building. "Easy, killer," his partner mocked, more a tease than an actual insult. "Stop ordering me around, just cause you're a year older don't mean shit." Sweat beaded through fine body hair, only to be wicked away by the desiccated air. It was hot, so damn hot, but there was no time for water. Not now, not with their prize on the line; they only had fifteen minutes left. "SCREAMIN' EAGLES!" As one entity the pair swept in front of their pack, their sheer speed matched only by the decibel of their battle cries. Now, as their heavily armed back up trailed behind, they could attempt another push. The RED duo tore around the corner and dodged rockets as bullets shrieked in their ears. The oldest went left, the youngest went right, and the sea of bodies parted as the rest of their pack mowed the other team down. Bodies fell like sleet and the youngest cheered as he blasted a hole through a sniper's chest. The team swarmed the point, enemies temporarily vanquished. The older scout spotted their next objective in the distance and bared his teeth to bellow at the sky. Conquer, conquer, conquer! Twin headsets crackled to life. "We have secured the control point." They pushed on. Two pyros waited for them in the next building and ambushed them with unholy fire. Pain laced the older scout's arm and he ran to safety as he heard Soldier blast the devils to hell. He clutched the wound, his fingers sticky, the white bandages on his palm stained scarlet. Scout ducked into a different room and retrieved a med kit from underneath a stairwell. His fingers jerked involuntarily as he sprayed the seared flesh with ointment and wrapped his arm up. The wound throbbed with a hollow pain and glowed like a coal. Wiping bloody off on his trousers, Scout hurried back to the front lines. He spotted his partner, racing up a stairwell to the right. The rest of the pack had already moved on; what the hell was the youngest doing? He scaled the stairs and huffed to a stop when he collided with another body. The youngest had seen him coming and waited, and now gestured to a window. Scout glanced out and immediately understood the plan. Their team was pinned in a corner by a soldier and a heavy. That wouldn't have usually been a problem, except nothing seemed to faze the BLU attackers. Bullets struck sweat-soaked flesh almost without effect. From this angle, the scouts could see the problem. The other team's medic was hiding just around the corner, just close enough to alter his healing beam between the two men. "Let's go." Back down the stairs and out the other way. They had sixty seconds at the most to pull this off; any longer and their pack surely wouldn't survive the onslaught. They swept around the corner and the oldest fired into the backs of the three enemies. The youngest blasted the medic away with his shotgun and pursued the fleeing man. Distracted and without support, the two BLUs attempted to hold their position but were felled quickly. The pack pushed on. The oldest went to retrieve his partner and streaked back past the bullet-ridden buildings. He laughed loudly when he found the medic firing a syringe gun wildly at the younger scout. The RED evaded each needle with ease and advanced steadily on the doctor. At some point the youngest had lost his headgear. His short blond hair screamed golden in the sun, a broad stroke of scarlet painted across the right side of his face. The medic gasped for breath and ditched his gun in favor of a bone saw. "News flash: you suck!" the blond jeered, and with one last whoop he caved the medic's face in. The body fell limp to the ground and the oldest noted the bulge in his partner's trousers. "What, ya gonna stare all day?" his partner mocked amiably, "Let's finish this!" He wiped sweat from his forehead, smearing blood in the process, and took off. The oldest chuckled and followed. One more point! They found their team pushing closer towards the end. They were out of the neutral zone now and actively invading BLU's territory. The youngest tagged after their demo and pyro and the three men slipped out the back to try and flank the point. The other half of the team would advance more brazenly, a distraction. The only thing that prevented them from capping was... "Sentry," Soldier grunted and jerked with knockback as he fired his launcher towards the gun. One of those damned pyro blasted it out of the way and the explosive erupted against the wall, showering cement chunks and flakes onto the men below. Their own heavy came up behind them, the RED medic at his side and crackling with a prepared charge. Upon sight of Scout's crippled arm, Medic turned his gun on the rabbit to heal him. "Thanks doc," Scout nodded and Medic just grinned at him. "Are we ready?" "Go, go, go!" Soldier's cry set them in motion. Medic popped his charge and shot forward to take the sentry's wrath. He stemmed the tide of bullets and quickly alternated his charge between Soldier and Heavy. Scout had hung back, a mere second, before he bolted out and ahead of his teammates. The other team was focusing on the invulnerable men on the point, leaving Scout unattended enough for him to race behind the BLU Engineer and snap the man's neck. "Try again next time, pancakes!" The older scout streaked back to his group and the four of them circled the now empty point. They had to hold it for thirty seconds to cap. The hollow pops of a grenade launcher echoed against the bare walls and the REDs barely had time to register when the BLU medic came blazing around the corner with a demo man. Just as the REDs opened fire, the opposing medic triggered his charge. They were fucked. "Doc!" Scout grabbed their doctor and yanked him off the point, to safety. A team without a medic, if only for a few minutes, was sure to be torn apart. If they failed now, they would lose a significant amount of territory and it would take way too long to recap. Scout leaned out and aimed his pistol carefully, cracked out strategic shots to compensate for the distance. With a horrid electrical sound, the BLU rampage was over. Only Heavy had survived the onslaught, badly wounded, while Soldier lay at his feet in pieces. They were going to lose the point. As his veins sang with overheal, Scout gestured to Medic to escape out the back. There was no way they could save Heavy; better to escape with two of them alive rather than all three of them dead. The Russian would catch up to them after he respawned. Heavy's booming laugh reached their ears and Scout peeked out around the corner. Their own demo and pyro, along with the youngest scout, had successfully flanked around. The BLU demo-man died with one last wail just as the point turned RED under Heavy's feet. "VICTORY." With whoops and cheers, the four men on the point dispersed and raged to the BLU respawn to brutally murder their enemies for the last time of the day. Medic rushed forward to heal Heavy's many injuries; the large man had sunk to his knees, a hand clutched over his bloody chest. Scout went to join the killing when he saw his blond partner scrambling after the other team's medic, into another room. Somehow the doctor had escaped alive. "Fine, kill me!" the BLU medic cried as the youngest knocked him to the ground. The young scout grinned widely as his partner slipped through the door. The medic flipped onto his back, a bone saw glinting dangerously in his hands. All BLU guns had been disabled, naturally, but there was no off switch for melee weapons. "Well?!" the man snarled and spat and shakily rose to his feet. The youngest hefted his bat, ready to swing, but the oldest stopped him. "No, not like this," he murmured to his partner. Blue eyes locked and the younger scout questioned silently. The oldest turned to their captive. "You have to the count of ten. Run." With surprising speed, the BLU left. "So we're gonna hunt him down," the younger grinned, "I like it." Again, the older scout's eyes were drawn to his partner's crotch and he rolled his eyes. The blond’s erection still bulged beneath the cloth. "You are such a child." "Whatever. SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! READY OR NOT HERE WE COME, CHUCKLENUTS!" The hunt began. The two scouts ran, swift and wordless as dog tags jingled merrily against their thin chests. The youngest stopped suddenly. He cocked his head and darted down a different hallway. Ah, panting, the soft rustle of a lab coat. They were close. They entered the next room, the oldest scout going first. Metal bit his shoulder and he growled in pain. Automatically, he swung his bat in a j-curve and straight into the medic's gut. With a sickening groan, the BLU collapsed to his knees and dropped his weapon. The man and his bone saw hit the ground at the same time. Just as the youngest tried to pounce, the medic kicked his legs up and thrust his knees into the scout's torso. The blond crashed backwards and the older scout shot forward. Bandaged hands gripped the bulky medipack when the doctor flipped over onto his feet. Much more agile than either of the scouts had expected, the BLU unbuckled the harness, grabbed his bone saw, and took off. He darted through a door marked EXIT and disappeared. "Quick little fucker," the blond spat, clearly excited, and both males raced after their prey. Their dog tags announced them, but the forewarning wasn't enough. The medic's legs pumped furiously, his face red as he puffed across the arid landscape. He could hear them, closer and closer... Suddenly the medic stopped dead in his tracks and spun around, slashing his blade wildly, desperately. The youngest yelled in pain and there was a terrible sound as metal kissed skull. The medic went down like death and this time he didn't get back up. Blood matted the side of his face and his vacant eyes stared, dazed, at the cyan sky. The youngest swore and held a bandaged hand to his chest. The scarlet cloth darkened with blood and he quickly stripped his bag and shirt off. He tore the garment into strips and bound it across his chest with experienced ease. The older scout stood over the BLU's still form, watching the man twitch. A nasty smirk curled over his face. "I get him first," the oldest declared. He twisted thin fingers into the BLU's ebony hair, yanking the medic up as he simultaneously unbuckled his belt, "Hey loser, maybe this'll make you feel better." Scout pulled his pants down to his thighs and withdrew his enthusiastic erection. The medic yelped in distress as he was struck across the cheek with the hardening flesh. The man groaned and fell backward gracelessly. He tried to roll onto his side but the RED pinned him easily. "No, that idn't how this is gonna work. Here," the oldest had grabbed the medic's hands hard around the wrist, squeezing tight. His hold was surprising; he was a lot stronger than he looked. The younger scout produced an orange cord from his bag - taken from an engineer - and used it to bind the BLU's hands tightly. "Get him on his belly - yeah. You can have his mouth," the oldest muttered to his partner. The blond, panting with exhilaration, yanked the medic's head up by the hair as he shucked his pants down. His thin cock sprang forth, and without hesitation the scout shoved it into the BLU's mouth. "Yeah, suck my dick you worthless fuck," he growled and thrust hard into the older man's throat. He felt the medic gag and pulled back, turned the BLU's head to the side just as the doctor vomited. The scout did not give his captive any time to recover and plunged back into the gasping hole. Suddenly the medic stiffened and howled, teeth gnashing down. The blond cried out in indignation, withdrew quickly and socked the medic across the face. The straight nose broke with a snapping crack and the man choked on his own blood. "You're gonna regret that, pally!" The youngest glanced at his partner and saw why the medic had bitten. The older scout had yanked the man's pants down and was now fucking him with no small amount of brutal force. With each thrust, the medic cried out. He writhed on the ground, trying to wriggle away from the scout's inescapable grasp. "Bet you like being fucked," the blond slapped their captive across the face again. Blood speckled like thick rain and flecked the medic's face. He licked a drop off of his upper lip, "Don'tcha, cockfag." The medic didn't answer as Scout circled around to watch his partner pound the BLU's bleeding ass. The blond groaned, wrapped a hand around himself, and started to masturbate in time with the brunet's rhythm. "We shoulda... done this... earlier," the older scout bit out with each push, his nails digging angry crescents into the doctor's hips. Sweat rolled down his face in fat drops and his mahogany hair stuck wetly to his forehead, "Soldier was right, this is awesome." "No kidding," his partner murmured in agreement. He never lasted as long as the oldest and moved back around to the BLU's face. He didn't try to force himself on the man this time, electing instead to watch the grimaced face as he tugged on his cock. With a low cry, he came, careful to spill as much as possible on the tear-stained cheeks. A significant portion entered the panting mouth and the medic spit and gagged, cried with despair. The scout stepped back and leaned against the wall for a moment to recuperate. The oldest had scrunched his eyes shut tightly and rutted into the trembling body with a frantic urgency. The blissful heat wrapped around his cock clenched with every panted sob from his victim. Finally, with a huffed sigh, the scout came, hunched over the medic as his hips slowly stilled. He straightened up and pulled out of the abused hole, wiped the back of his hand across his forehead. He frowned at the filth and blood streaked along his cock and used the doctor's coat to wipe it off thoroughly. The medic sank to his stomach, deathly silent. Crimson trickled down the backs of his thighs, was smeared across his ass, and spotted his paper-white face. The youngest stretched and pulled his pants up. He cocked his pistol, knelt and forced it against the medic's temple. "Auf wiedersehn, faggot."
>>26 Oh fuck, i loved this. I refrain from say anything around here, but i can't let this sexy, brutal, blunt, malignant and disgusting piece of work pass without a praise (rape fics are my favorities). Btw, be happy, Anon, 'cause i usually prefer Scout being the victim (it's way to sexy and wicked when he is for me to handle, hehe), not the other way around. So, you really catched me with this! The only thing that i didn't like was in the beginning: it was confusing to notice that there were two Scouts catching the CPs. At first i thought you were talking about a Scout and another random Class. Or this was your intention? Well, my apologizes if so. Keep up with your good malignant work (and sorry for the bad english).
>>26 Is it sad that all I could think was that I wanted a second part to this involving a certain big Russian bear comforting that Medic? Very nicely written, though; dug right into how nasty it was and unabashedly grabbed me yelling at me to like it. Boy, I loved this.
Well I, for one, thought the use of adjectives was much better this time. I agree about the confusion in the beginning though. But yeah, I love when Scouts come in terrible twos.
100% consensual. Takes place in Sawmill. I think this will end up being four or five parts. Helmet party is best pony. in the rain: i "God," he groaned. He braced his forearms against the turquoise wall and bucked back, "Solly!" Hands clutched his hips with a grip so tight that the skin began to darken beneath the white knuckles. Soldier kissed his lover's neck and thrust into the warm flesh steady as the rain that fell outside. "Harder," Engineer begged, "Please stop teasin' me," he rocked backwards, trying to incite a faster pace. Soldier panted in his ear like a dog, but refused to oblige him. So slow! As far as the Texan was concerned, they'd been like this for decades now! Prickly lips moved over his neck, nuzzled into his shirt collar to kiss and bite. Engineer leaned forward more, rested the top of his hardhat against the wall. Vainly, he tried to push back again, but Soldier just pinned him flush to the wood and kept that same slow drive. "Please," Engineer ground futilely against the planks, his voice hoarse with lust. Soldier encompassed him, absorbed him like darkness swallows light, and bellowed hot air past his ear. The pace increased just that little bit and Soldier began to grind his teeth. His self-control was, finally, beginning to wear thin and Engie instantly recognized the signs. He twisted an arm up over his shoulder, pawing behind him to grab the top of Soldier's helmet. "C'mon Solly, fuck me like a man!" Soldier's breath hitched in his throat now, his breaths coming more ragged. His rhythm faltered, then quickened, and Soldier bit down on the thick muscle of his lover's shoulder to hold on. Engineer outright moaned with every snap of Soldier's hips and trembled into a shuddering orgasm with a strangled cry, his come jetting onto the wall. His partner didn't last much longer, and about a minute passed before Soldier grunted his own release. A few last pumps and he stilled, buried as deeply into Engineer's body as he could go. As they parted, kissed, pulled their pants back up and buckled belts and clips, neither of them noticed the tiny flash of a blue rifle sight that briefly lit upon their bodies, occasionally danced on the walls behind them. The two men kissed again, more gentle this time, and they exited the shed into the misting outside. They didn't see the minute movement of a shadow in the building across from them. Sniper watched the two men cross the dirt from the north shed, the farthest building from base. They were completely relaxed; one would never guess that only minutes before the two men had been locked in passion. Sniper watched them make their way to the base. When the men finally disappeared behind a bright blue door, he dropped his gaze to the floor. His fist moved tirelessly in his lap. Blue eyes scrunched shut tightly behind the aviators and he choked, drowning in the moist air. The image of his teammates in that embrace! Sniper hung his head and gasped when he came over his hand. Automatically, he caught as much of the fluid as he could in his long fingers and brought the anointed digits to his mouth. He thought about Engineer and Soldier, and licked his fingers clean.
Four to Five parts? Ohmahgerd ohmagerd OHMAHGEERRD
I like these 500 word installments, they reassure me somehow. IN THE RAIN: II Engineer shifted in his seat and stared at the endless diagrams in front of him. The long war room was stuffy and smelly with the miasma of five men sweating and breathing and yelling together for three straight hours. The Texan wiped a hand against his forehead, bumping his goggles up from where they rested along his hairline. Soldier and Demo had argued for at least half of that time, which was not unusual. Heavy had stopped trying to be mediator after the first thirty minutes (sometimes he was able to calm the two brawling men) and instead elected to doze off. And Medic, blessed patient Medic. He provided the sole voice of reason for the group, guiding both Soldier and Demo's rage with all the skill of a surgical blade, his subtlety almost obscene against that stark backdrop. "You know, I'm done, I'm feckin' done," Demo spat, pushing himself violently away from the table. Soldier rose just as quick and brought himself to his full height automatically. "We have tried this plan or a bastardization of it for SEVEN DAYS now," hollered the American, "And it has not worked ONCE." "Well if you would stick to the plan instead of meanderin' on your own merry little ways, it WOULD work!" Demo snorted through his nose and checked himself, "I said I'm done." And without another word, he left the room. The door banged shut with a gust of fresh air that choked Heavy awake. "It is over?" he inquired to Engineer. The other man didn't answer, continued staring at the papers before him, writing away with his normal hand. Heavy cleared his throat, "Engineer?" "What?" the Texan looked over, startled. He had spent the majority of the 'meeting' scribbling myriad calculations, checking his math repeatedly to preoccupy himself from the burn in his guts. "Yeah, I guess it's over. Finally." The reality of his own words struck him and quickly, Engineer began to gather his diagrams and charts and blueprints together. He ignored the rest of the room and blindly whirled into the cold hallway towards his workshop. He was sick, sick of listening to the bickering and sick with a resounding need. He was stopped short when he collided with someone, knocking him back. He wobbled on his feet, but didn't fall. "Oh, m'sorry," Sniper muttered quietly, kneeling to the floor to collect the papers that Engineer had apparently dropped. "That was my fault, should have been looking where I was goin'," Engineer shrugged, a little put off by Sniper's aloofness. The Australian was never a social person, but the way he held himself, half turned away from Engineer, was very abnormal. Engineer accepted the papers he was handed, and reached out to rest his metal hand on Sniper's shoulder for a brief second. "You all right, partner?" Sniper shrugged away, "Think I got a cold," his voice was barely audible, a quiet roll of sound that Engineer had to strain to understand. "Well, feel better," he offered, "If you... if you need anything, let me know?" "Thanks, Truckie." IN THE RAIN: III Engineer found his way to his workshop quickly after his run-in with Sniper. He hoped the Australian was okay - he genuinely cared for his teammate's well-being, but he was more occupied with the man's skill on the field. Engineer hung out a short distance from the front lines during battle, close enough to provide cover and supplies but not close enough to get blown to hell. Sniper preferred to stay somewhere behind his nest, up high, watching the chess match down below. How many times had the marksman taken out a flaming pyro or an incoming demo intent on destruction, or a spy that appeared behind his nest? The Texan shuffled his papers onto his desk and sunk into the accompanying metal folding chair. The fire in his belly surged and he closed his eyes. He'd woken up this morning with this sickness, this need. He wanted, needed Soldier's nearness, needed to be pressed against that warm body. He got like this sometimes, would rile himself up so badly that he couldn't think of anything else. It didn't help that he'd been forced to be in such close proximity to his desire for so long. Three hours! For three hours, he had had to sit there and pretend he was listening when the only thing he could comprehend was the boom of Soldier's voice. It wasn't love - Engineer wasn't a faggot - but it was just as passionate. He was half-hard and feverishly morose when the door banged open. He heard the deep breathing, even as Soldier turned the door's lock and crossed the room. Hands rubbed his shoulders roughly, grabbed his biceps. "Private cowboy," the man grit through clenched teeth. He pulled away from Engineer suddenly, and cleared his throat. "Excellent job on the charts. If that stubborn ass Scot would just - " "Solly. Stop talkin'." Engineer felt his face burn with an unfulfilled need for even simply contact. Soldier was intensely discrete. They had to be; BLU had made it very clear that relations between teammates were to remain platonic. The punishment for a section eight was unknown, but the implication was crystal clear. "I was thinking we could go for a walk," gruffed the Soldier, "I need a smoke and the air would do us good after that meeting." Engineer swallowed a smile. "Sure thing, partner."
26 As somebody who mains Medic, I must say, I derive most of my enjoyment from this fic through imagining carving those two Scouts like a pair of Thanksgiving turkeys.
Wanting to be fucked in the ass by a man and that man only makes you a faggot, engie. Loving this so far, keep it up anon.
4 Late to the party, but can I just say: This isn't Tumblr.
Hey by the way, just to be clear, these stories don't all tie in together or anything cool like that. They just all have the "in the ____" theme. IN THE RAIN: IV He inhaled the smoke, grateful for the rush of euphoria that it brought. Soldier exhaled through his nose, blew ashen air in rings towards his companion. He didn't offer a cigarette to Engineer because he knew it wouldn't be accepted. They hung out under the eaves of the base, staring at the endless misty trees and clapboard buildings. Soldier finished his cigarette, pinched it between his fingers, and deposited the stub of cinders into a little sand pit designated for just such a purpose. The men walked off of the porch and into the rain. "Supposed to be clear tomorrow," Engineer offered, "Maybe we could walk without gettin' soaking wet for a change." "We can't walk again that soon," muttered his partner, "It's too frequent." "What if, sometimes, we bring someone else and actually do just walk? That would help." Soldier was quiet as he mused. "That could be a good idea." They were nearing the northern tip of the property; the farthest they could get from the actual base. There was a cluster of sheds and barns, full of weaponry and parts and haphazard junk. It was not uncommon for Engineer to rifle through the heap when he needed raw materials. "Reckon we can get out of the rain here," Engineer panted through his teeth and unlocked one of the shed doors with a ring of keys from his pocket. They stumbled through the door and Engineer latched it from the inside before they crashed up the stairs. Soldier pushed his companion to the wall and pressed their lips together hard. He ground his crotch against the Texan's strong thigh, moaned against the cool mouth. The launcher did not dally and began to unbuckle his partner's overalls, pushing the cloth downwards. In moments he had yanked the Texan's briefs down and sank to his knees. "Solly," choked Engineer, "Shit." Soldier gave head with the same gusto and precision as he would any other objective. It wasn't fancy, the way he swallowed the thick cock in a steady tempo, but it sure as hell got the job done. He held onto his partner's thighs to steady himself and groaned around the flesh in his throat. Calloused hands rubbed against his neck, slipped up under his helmet and knocked it to the ground. Engineer threaded his fingers through the short hair, dared to clench it for a few moments and pull. His vision suddenly broke from the scene and he looked around the room, hairs standing on his neck. He felt like they weren't alone. He felt the same prickly malaise that usually signaled a spy in close proximity. Was someone watching them? With one last slurping kiss, Soldier rose to his feet. Greedy fingers slid up Engineer's shirt to grab and pinch teasingly. "Turn around," the man grunted, and Engineer obliged. Soldier pressed against his back and ground his erection against the Texan's coccyx. The hands slipped away, but a wet mouth latched onto Engineer's neck in their stead. Fingers, sticky with petroleum jelly, probed insistently into his body. "Just - just get on with it," Engie whispered. The hands pulled away, throbbing flesh rubbed against his ass. Soldier shifted, navigated their bodies together. "Be still," he murmured, as tender as he would ever get, and promptly buried himself in one slow push.
WHY DID YOU STOP IT THERE?
IN THE RAIN: V Sniper's face blazed with embarrassment and arousal. There they were again! He almost never stayed in the base, opting to instead frequent his own roost. It wasn't uncommon for him to watch his teammates in their outside activities if he saw them, but he had never before seen this. Scout ran every morning and every night, Soldier frequently practiced rocket jumping and other drills, and Medic took frequent walks. He had seen Engineer and Soldier walking together before - not often, but at least a dozen times over the past few months. And he'd caught them fucking! Twice now, in as many months! How would he face his teammates now? The Australian settled his rifle on his shoulder and rested his free hand on his thigh. Just rest, just set there for a moment. His hungry eyes fixated on the couple in his sight. He could just see them in the window, and knew from the angle that it would be almost impossible for them to be seen from the ground. They were very purposely hiding. Their profiles were to him, both of their faces turned away. The rhythm was blunt and constant, almost lazy if it weren't for the impeccable timing. Engineer's overalls pooled around his ankles and his briefs that had been yanked down to his knees. Soldier missed only his helmet. His pants were gathered around mid-thigh, but his long jacket obscured almost all of the gorgeous view. "Damn shame." Sniper's cock pulsed and he swallowed thickly. He wished that they were facing him. He stared at the Texan's neglected cock. It bounced slightly with Soldier's every movement. "Fuck." He had already watched them and brought himself off before, why couldn't he do it again? It wouldn't harm anyone. It had been odd, when he ran into Engineer or Soldier or both of them sometimes, but he could just chalk it up to his usual eccentricity. He could be professional about this. If they didn't want to be watched, maybe they shouldn't be so obvious. Right? At last, he grazed his fingers over the straining cloth. He manipulated his belt buckle with his one hand, pulled down the zipper. How he wanted to be the one fucking Engineer, pounding the American into oblivion. In his mind, Sniper could hear their panting breath, the smack of flesh, the inevitable grunts and gasps. He wondered if they were loud during sex. Did Engineer, in the heat of his passion, call his partner's name? Sniper tightened his grip, gave a few experimental tugs. What would it feel like to be in Engineer's place, to have Soldier spear him open? Soldier was very clearly ruthless with his partner, but Engineer betrayed no feelings of pain. Soldier hadn't faltered even once in his tempo as long as the Australian had been watching and Engineer seemed only too happy to receive it. That indicated a tolerance of some sort. Sniper had been pleasuring himself for decades due to his almost perpetual bachelor status and knew the ins and outs of the male body well... or at least his own. That had to count for something. Engineer began to push back against his partner and Sniper bit his cheek when the Texan turned his head towards Sniper's direction. The yellow hardhat had slid down to obscure most of the handsome face, but the expressive mouth was still visible. The lips were twisted in a kind of grimace, a look that Sniper knew well from watching himself in the mirror. Engineer was close to orgasm. Soldier leaned in to kiss him - briefly, chastely - and then Engineer shuddered in his grasp. "Oh God." The bubble in his belly rose and burst and Sniper couldn't tear his gaze away from the scope for all the glory in the world. He cupped his palm around the crown when he came - no need to make a mess - and lifted his hand to his mouth.
I was already reading this story, so a vignette with my favorite guy is icing on the cake. Hnngh... Sniper does what Sniper does best.
I think what I said was misunderstood. I mean like, all the "in the rain" parts are related, but "in the aftermath" and "in the dark" are separate. This is not the Soldier+Engie from "in the dark". IN THE RAIN: VI "Do you think anyone knows?" "No." "I get this feeling sometimes, when we're walking, that someone's there. A spy hanging around, I reckon." "If some rat knew, he would report it immediately and we would be sectioned. Withholding information is exactly as punishable as committing the act itself." "Guess you're right."
IN THE RAIN: VII Soldier roared into his partner's ear. He was drunk, incredibly so. They both were. Engineer had kindled a fire outside at sunset and they had been drinking and talking and whittling and smoking for a few hours. The tiny sliver of white that hung in the black sky did little to light the base, and the two men were coupled in a shadowed corner, illuminated slightly by the fire. The Texan was on his hands and knees, with Soldier hunched over him like a starving vulture. "You are so fucking tight. Do you like taking it from a man?" Soldier bit down on his lover's shoulder. "Y-yes..." Engineer suddenly startled from the mind-numbingly slow thrusts, his eyes distracted by something. A blue flash of light that had flickered on the ground in front of him for a brief second. He shook his head a little - he must have imagined it. "Please, Solly," he whispered, "I can't take it - " "You can and you will," the other man stopped moving entirely, "Beg." Engineer didn't feel like playing anymore, "Ngh - please! Fuck me." He forgot to breathe as his request was enthusiastically obliged. "I want to - God help me, I want to watch you choke on someone's cock," the alcohol-laden words thundered past Engineer's ear, "I want to watch you suck him off. While I fuck you. You'd probably like that, wouldn't you." "Yes," Engineer bit, "I'd love it." He blinked and saw that flash of blue again. Before he could really look, his face was forcibly turned so that Soldier could kiss him for a sloppy moment. Soldier's breathing deepened and he clung to his partner before ripping their mouths apart. A strong hand pressed between Engineer's shoulder blades, pinned his torso to the ground. "Fuck!" IN THE RAIN: VIII <i>"Hey helmets!" Scout's voice shattered the quiet air and Soldier partially inhaled his cigarette from the shock. Engineer scooted away from his partner - they had only been sitting together - in a mere instant, knocking over his open beer in the process. The rabbit jogged up to them and stretched, flushed and sweating. "What are you two faggots doing out here?" Engineer had never seen his partner move that fast. Scout squawked indignantly and struggled in Soldier's chokehold. "IF YOU EVER CALL ME A FAGGOT AGAIN, YOU SISSY VIRGIN FUCK," the man roared and tightened his grip, "I WILL PERSONALLY CUT YOUR NUTS OFF AND FEED THEM TO YOU. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, PRIVATE?" The young man in his hold had turned as white as paper and shook like a starved dog. "Okay, okay God I'm sorry! Sir!" he wheedled and practically wept when Soldier released him, "You crazy fuck!" "DISMISSED." Scout was gone faster than a scream and Engineer just stared at where the rabbit had been. His face burned hot with shame and he said nothing when Soldier left not even a minute later. </i> IN THE RAIN: IX The clock's tired hands read 03:12 through the thick layer of condensation over the plastic. The locker room swam with dense steam, so thick that it completely obscured the lone man under the spray. The single door was bolted shut with an apparently-newly installed lock. A drill and several screws sweated on the closest bench, next to the discarded hardhat. Convinced that he was truly alone, he let the tears come.
Ok, I'm lost. Did something happen between 8 and 9 or is it some obvious internal conflict I'm too daft to notice? Probably the latter, huh? Errnyways, thisisreallyfuckinghot.
42 Notice that Engi didn't quite like it when Soldier was getting mad at Scout for calling him a faggot, thus denying the relationship between the two helmets as he ain't no queer who'd be messing around with other males. Sad Engineer is sad. Shame on you, Soldier!
42, >43 I don't think that quite makes sense. Remember how they are all supposed to not fuck or anything? Soldier is secretive because no one else can know. I think Scout was just being Scout and Soldier is really sensitive to that word. I think Engie figures that it's over or something because, in Soldier's eyes, it's toodangerous for them to continue their adventures. I think that makes the most sense.
I absolutely adore everything in this thread. Please god continue.
in the rain: x It had been three weeks and Soldier had barely acknowledged his existence. Engineer fumed with humiliation and want and threw a wrench across his workshop. It clattered in a corner with a horrid sound and the Texan slew profanities with all the elegance of a dead horse. He missed his partner, he missed the closeness. Just being near Soldier, talking to him, but he had been denied even that. Soldier had barely spoken to him beyond necessity, and outright ignored him otherwise. Three weeks. He set his empty beer on the filthy counter, next to its eleven equally void siblings, and barely twitched when there was a light knock on the door. Someone had heard him. Soldier? No, Soldier would never come like this. It wasn't his way. It couldn't be Soldier. The Texan's breathing echoed loudly off of the cement walls and he held his breath. "... Truckie?" His face faulted and something within his heart clenched. "You all right in there?" Engineer couldn't bring himself to answer, even if he had wanted to do so. The doorknob clicked as it was turned, slowly, hesitantly, and the door swung inward. The workshop was rank with alcohol, gasoline, and acrid sweat. Sniper wrinkled his nose. "Hey," Engineer managed to croak at the newcomer. He wiped a greasy palm across his forehead. Fuck it was warm in here. As he turned to face Sniper, something caught his attention and he stared in blatant shock. Sniper jerked at the sight of the pale, sweating man before him. The Texan panted heavily, his shirt collar was soaked through with perspiration, and he didn't take his gaze off of Sniper. "... The fuck, mate?" There was no answer, and Engineer just continued to stare at him. Sniper shifted, awkward, "Can you hear me?" He tried to see what Engineer was looking at, and then noticed - "My sleeve?" "The rifle sight," Engineer murmured softly. Although he was clearly drunk, he didn't slur. He felt strangely composed, all things considered. "It's you. You've been watching us." The Australian recoiled as if he had just shot his rifle. "No idea what you're talking about." "Look me in the face then. That's what I thought." Engineer leaned forward to cup his forehead in his hand. He rubbed his temples firmly, trying to quiet the dragons that bellowed in his mind. Someone knew. The marksman moved away, towards the door. "Don't leave." Sniper stopped and hung in the air like a ghost, his back to the other man. "Why." Why what?" Sniper was so quiet that the Texan had to strain to understand him. "Why did you watch." No answer. "I have all night, Slim." A long, long silence. "I'm sorry." "That doesn't answer my question, now does it. Well?" "I liked it." Sniper stared intently at the floor. Engineer sighed as he straightened and rose to his feet. His knees cracked in the otherwise silent room, tiny gunshots in the stillness. "I reckon I should beat your ass." "I don't know." "Me neither." He wanted to be angry. Oh, how he wanted to react with rage, to take out all of his frustration on the shivering skeleton before him! He felt ashamed, humiliated, that his teammate had seen him being fucked, had seen him take it from another man. He was lovesick, and aroused, and drunk, and dizzy with uncertainty. Engineer shook his head and closed his eyes, wobbled a little on his feet before he sat back down. "Just get out." in the rain: xi He caught him! Engineer had to literally stop himself from cheering Demo and Medic finally left. They were alone. He hurried towards the door and pulled it closed. "What do you think you are doing?" "Lockin' the door," he flipped the latch and turned to the other man. Papers were scattered across the long table, and rustled as Engineer passed them. "UNHAND ME-" Soldier's outburst was silenced as he was pinned to the wall with lips and hands. He didn't try to push the Texan away, but didn't encourage him either. Engineer's skin sang in euphoria at contact with his partner. To be against that warmth again, after so long! Both panted for breath when they parted. Soldier just stared, completely shocked, at the other man. "I should've done this weeks ago," Engineer scolded himself, and leaned in to kiss Soldier's neck. He luxuriated in the sharp, strong smell of his partner's aftershave and mouthed at the straining carotid. "I AM NOT-" "Will you shut up, Solly." He wedged his knee between Soldier's legs to grind his arousal against the other man's thigh. The launcher shook, just slightly, from the attention. His breath stuttered and he seemed ready to snap. Engineer cupped Soldier's ear with a warm hand, stroked the shell. A little smile played across his lips. Like clockwork, Soldier slowly relaxed, and finally leaned forward for a restrained kiss. He gently pushed Engineer away, but kept his hands on the Texan's biceps. "This is not a good time or place, and I need to discuss weaponry with Heavy. Can I meet you on the back porch in one hour?" Engineer felt like his face would break in half, he was trying so hard not to smile. "Sure thing."
I smell something fishy... It isn't gonna be that easy, is it
possible threesome? Is solly gonna get his wish? I hungrily await each update.
in the rain: xii Soldier smacked the pack of cigarettes against his palm. It wasn't raining today, and the sun meekly peeked through the clouds to shed light over the damp landscape. He had gotten here quicker than he expected, due to the fact that he couldn't find Heavy. He pulled a cigarette from the pack, lit it with a lighter from his shirt pocket. As he inhaled deeply, he rested his elbows on the porch railing. The door behind him squeaked on its hinges and Soldier tensed. "Oh, hey mate." Soldier turned his head and Sniper blinked at him owlishly, holding a thermos in one hand. The Australian peered at the sky, unfamiliar with daylight after so many days of rain. "Good to see the sun's out." He wondered if Soldier knew, if Engineer had told him, and panic shot through him. Surely the aggressive man wouldn't hesitate to beat the shit out of him for his voyeurism. "Actually, I think I left somethin' inside." Soldier grunted a noncommittal sound and took another drag as his teammate bustled back through the door. His water-proof watch said that only twenty minutes had passed. He fidgeted and jiggled his left leg. He smoked a second cigarette. A third. A fourth. His throat ached. He felt like an idiot. Finally the door screeched open. He didn't dare look; he didn't want to be disappointed again. Dense warmth took up residence against his right side and Soldier forced himself to breathe through his nose. "Hey Solly." He could only nod in response. Engineer brushed against him in a way that, to any onlooker, would have seemed unintentional. "I just don't want to get caught," Soldier finally murmured. "I know that. But we've been careful, mighty careful. The kid had no idea, he was just being Scout is all." "They would blacklist us." "I know, Solly. I know." There was a long silence as the two men stood together. Engineer was nervous and practically shook with want and need and fear. It took everything in him not to reach out and snag Soldier, pull him to a secluded area and make up for lost time. "I'm sorry." Before Engineer could answer, the door cried again and Sniper emerged from inside, still holding his thermos. He'd been hoping that Soldier had left and he could finally retreat to his roost. Now, seeing both men at the railing, he froze up. There was no way he could use the 'forgot something' excuse again. Engineer turned and looked at him for an uncomfortable minute. He could see the gears turning in the Texan's head and Sniper knew for sure that he was about to die. "Sniper, me and Soldier were about to take a walk," the Texan didn't break eye-contact. Sniper visibly shifted. "I was thinking maybe you could join us." Sniper took a step back. "Uh, I don't think -" "Really, you should." The Australian grimaced as his face flamed red. They were going to beat the hell out of him and he deserved it. As he stared intently at the floor, he didn't see the questioning gaze that Soldier gave his partner. Nor did he catch the way Engineer lightly grabbed Soldier's wrist and squeezed in reassurance. "Well, yeah, I guess the air would do me good," he finally said. They were going to get him one way or another. He would take the consequences like a man. "Then what are we waiting for?"
You're cruel for stopping it there.
You, Anonymous OP, are making me cry. Buckets. So many tears. My heart is aching, ACHING! You are a cruel, cruel writer. Carry on.
Waiting with baited breath, here.
in the rain: xiii "Good work today, Slim," Engineer nodded towards Sniper, "Especially when you fixed that Demo. Perfect timing." "Yeah, thanks," mumbled Sniper. They were heading to the north tip of the property. Engineer and Soldier probably didn't want anyone to see them. There wasn't anything in the rules about fighting amongst each other. He could fight back, but that would make about as much sense as ten snakes in a barrel. "How about we go check out that shed," Engineer spoke up, nodding his head to the clapboard building to their right, "I think I left somethin' in there that I could use in the shop." Sniper practically wilted in half, so slumped were his shoulders. Engineer unlocked the door, they went in. There was a small window in the back, letting light in, and a thick-hewn table with four chairs. Shelves lined with odds and ends were stacked against the walls. Engineer locked the door. "Soldier, there is something that we need to address." Soldier turned to his partner, watched as Engineer took a seat on the table. Sniper went positively white where he stood. "... Go on." "It turns out that Sniper has been watching us." Soldier straightened up. "What do you mean?" "He's been watching us fuck, Solly. Thought I saw a blue light a coupl'a times, and then I realized it was his rifle sight. Not to mention he admitted to it on top of that." Sniper backed up against the wall instinctually. He wanted to throw up when he felt Soldier's harsh gaze sear across his trembling body. He couldn't look, and waited for a million years before the American finally spoke. "Have you ever heard of an eye for an eye, private?" Soldier asked as he drew near to Sniper. The Australian nodded, unable to tell if Soldier was angry or not. "Well I am a firm believer in that." He made eye-contact with the other man and held it until Sniper looked away. "You watched us, so it is only fitting that we watch you." "...What?" "You are going to beat off and we are going to watch." Engineer and Sniper wore twin faces and they gaped at Soldier blatantly. Soldier pulled three chairs from the table and arranged them; two chairs sitting across from the third. He sat down and looked at the others expectantly. "Are you insane?" Sniper finally asked. "Are you suggesting that you would prefer a more painful method of apology?" "... Uh, no." Engineer, keeping an eye on his partner, sat down in the other chair. His skin prickled, his clothes were too tight and the hairs on his skin felt like jagged barbs. What was Soldier doing? "Pants down, private." Sniper wavered on his feet, almost dizzy with some kind of terror? Arousal? He couldn't bring himself to meet their gaze, and turned away slightly as if to leave. "I -" he trailed off into a yell when Soldier stood and launched forward. The thinner man didn't have a chance against the military brawn, and Sniper could only meekly struggle as Soldier unbuckled his belt. Ripped open the button fly. Yanked his pants and briefs down. He stood there, bare and half-hard and suddenly gasping for air. Soldier returned to his seat. "Begin!" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Okay guys so the reason this is taking me so goddamn long is because i literally cannot decide what should happen next! Obviously Solly is going to get his wish, as >48 figured out. Here are some of my basic ideas. Pick your favorite(s) and maybe make a suggestion if you want? I'd appreciate that! Sniper gets DP, or maybe Engie? Solly takes it up the ass?! Maybe a sandvich of some sort? I JUST CAN'T DECIDE.
U-um. I vote for sandwich time and Solly taking it up the ass. Like Sniper taking it from Solly then Engie is all 'welp I reckon I shouldn't be left out' and slides on into Solly. Fun times had by all. Also I just really love threesomes and sandwiching and maybe later on some DPing to round it off.
Engi should get plowed from both ends and then sniper should get dp in sandvich form. would be awesome...
I kind of want bottom solly in there somewhere.
It's a bit simple, but i've been wanting Soldier/Sniper/Engineer in that order since Sniper imagined both taking it and giving it. And of course, there's the possibility that whatever options they don't do now, they could do later.
>>55 I second this. Sol needs to live out his fantasy. And then Sniper needs to get his just desserts.
> 58 Nitpick: The phrase is just deserts, not just desserts. Despite how many people spell it wrong.
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...
83 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. "Ñп...аÑибо," 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 roomâ€, 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.