Hope Scout and Pyro hook up in the end. My favorite pairing.
Eagerly awaiting the next part.

FINALLY
Oh my god, OP. You sir, just made my morning. God bless you, man.
Please do go on.

Uhm... my body feels weird... ;o

Anyway, childish emotes aside, I want to say first I'm not complaining at all about anything. But Scout definitely seemed out of character with pyro. Even if pyro is a sex god in human form, I doubt he would just... ya know.

It has become clear to me that not one of these men are actually virgins in any sense of the word
no matter what they claim
Nevertheless this is hot so I'm just going to go with 'they're all lying for some reason' and roll with the sudden experience gain as soon as they get started

Great, as always, except for one thing - you mentioned that Demo had "big, brown doe eyes". Has he stolen the other one back from Merasmus or something?

>>147
God, that's embarrassing. Thank you for that.

Glorious; worth the wait, and I can't wait for the next installment.

Finally Demo is done justice!

nobody complain about the lack of sage this time, please i swear to god
>>150
Please type sage in the Email field before you post.

Thank you so much for the attractive male Pyro!

I'm interested to see what you do with the rest of the encounters, but here are just a few general points I personally think could have improved this particular update:

In the update before this one, you have the Engineer mention that the Scout walked in on him and Soldier, and is going to tell the rest of the team about it. It might seem superfluous, but I think it would have strengthened the narrative and made it flow better if you had shown the scene where the Scout tells everyone and also their reactions, before they all go shut themselves in their rooms. You can hop from one scene to another depending on the effect you're going for, for sure, but in-between ones help link the whole story together and make for a smoother read.

The whole thing seemed like it was out of sequence to me. Like another poster said, Scout seemed out of character - he was too confident. Regardless of how hot the Pyro was, he should have still been spooked by the whole business. I think it would have worked better if this scene came sometime after whatever he does with the Sniper, because then he'd have had a chance to get over his nerves, and the foreshadowing looked like it was leading up to that anyway. Try to keep both logical character development and what you've written in previous updates in mind. This is primarily a smut fic, sure, but a little more care with the narrative progression will help it a lot.

Other than that, you tell us a lot about the Pyro's appearance but not other factors like his accent, or where it seems he might be from, which considering the semi-international make-up of the team is something that I would personally be interested in.

And now something nitpick-y. In this particular line you describe Pyro as "the raven" -
As he was working on the collarbones, Scout let his hands wander about Pyro’s sides, going over his pecks, counting every single rib and then back up, until he heard a sharp gasp escape the raven’s lips. - which reads a bit funny, it's not a great way to describe a dark-haired character. The immediate association is that there's an actual bird in the middle of the scene, and then the secondary one is with the colour of the character's hair. Consider using a more straight-forward alternative next time.

>>153
Thank you so much for the criticism, it is very much appreciated. As for the scene where Scout tells people, it's coming up. I just thought since everybody was keeping to themselves, he wouldn't have the chance to actually announce it out loud.

Also, I had a huge debate with myself about who Scout should sleep with first. I chose Pyro because I wanted it to lead up to this odd threesome, while as with Sniper, I would much rather it be the two of them alone. But I can see how he came off as way too confident.

Lastly. Please, be as nitpick-y as you want. It's very appreciated.

May I humbly request some Merasmus X You?

Oh fff, wrong thread. Sorry.

OP, I really hope you continue this fic.

A/N: Here's chapter 6, kind of like a part 2 of the previous chapter. I thought I'd let you guys know that I have a Tumblr. My name is itsokayimanartist and I think I'll try taking requests and see how that goes.

Part 6


Scout had always dreamed of threesomes, orgies even. He imagined himself alone with two girls or maybe even several, giving him a show, touching themselves, touching each other... This, on the other hand, was on a new level of unexpected.

Scout found himself sitting on Pyro’s bed with his back against the headboard and his legs spread wide open. His erection stood straight, beads of precum gathering at the tip. Of course, he couldn’t really see it, seeing as a head of jet black hair had it covered with its mouth.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh my fucking God.” He repeated breathlessly to himself over and over again, with his head thrown back and eyes wide.

That’s it, he thought, there’s no way this kid was as inexperienced and innocent as he was making it out to be. First piece of evidence was when Demoman actually found a tube of KY jelly in one of his drawers. Second piece, he was not objecting, squirming or hesitating. And the final piece of evidence was simply the mighty fine blowjob he was receiving at the very moment.

Scout held onto the mass of black curls as it bobbed up and down. Scout’s cock twitched in the warmth of his mouth, the wetness and delicious friction of his lips against it was almost becoming too much to handle.

“Fuuuuck.” Scout breathed and moaned in protest as Pyro slowed down. “No, no, don’t you dare fucking stop!” His voice broke.
He looked down, only to see the Pyro smiling mischievously with his eyes, going so excruciatingly slow that Scout felt the urge to just flip him over and fuck his mouth. Bastard was doing it on purpose.

“Come on, man...” He groaned and bucked his hips, only to be held down a second later.

“Hm?” He hummed along his length.

“Faster...”

“Hm?” He repeated, eyes even more devious and dark at the sight of such a desperate, writhing Scout.

“Fuck, Pyro faster. Please!” He begged, pressing his head back into the headboard.

Satisfied, Pyro released his cock with a loud pop and ran his tongue from the base up to the very tip, plunging into the slit. A string of liquids connected Pyro’s lips to Scout’s head as he pulled away before returning to his job, faster and stronger.
Scout felt like he was going to explode. He didn’t want to. He wanted this to last as long as possible, this feeling he hadn’t felt in years, the tingling sensation, the build up and the release. He wanted to savour it, take the time to feel every single spark the Pyro sent through him. He relaxed his body as much as he could and closed his eyes. Pyro sucked and licked and hummed. The humming got louder and louder, sending stronger vibrations through his length. The humming continued and turned into outright moaning. Scout opened his eyes just in time to see Pyro’s roll back and flutter shut.

“Ah!” His warm breath brushed over the wet, now exposed head.
Scout’s cock gave a thorough twitch at the sight as Demo’s lube covered hands burying themselves into the thighs of the bent over Pyro while he pushed himself smoothly into the young man.

“Bloody hell...” He growled.

Scout watched the scene in awe. Pyro’s perfect teeth bit down into his plump lower lip covered in Scout’s own fluids, his expression read absolute submission.

He heard the slicked sound of Demo entering Pyro slowly. The Scotsman moaned through every inch; Scout practically saw the shivers run over is skin. It had been a long time for the Scot too, maybe even worse for him since he actually knew what it felt like and could long for it.

Pyro trembled and whimpered, leaning his head against Scout’s thigh. Lost, the Bostonian began stroking his hair gently, despite wanting him back on his cock as soon as possible.

“You alright?” He whispered.

Pyro chuckled breathlessly and stared up at the young man with the sexiest look a human being could ever make. Scout almost came.

“Yeah... mmm... too big.” He whined and flinched when Demo was fully inside. “Feels good.”

“’Course it does, lad.” The Scot groaned and leaned into the younger man, moving very gently as to avoid hurting his partner. He rocked his body slowly, trying out different angles

“M- move.” Pyro cried and Demoman did, rather enthusiastically too. His pace was not gradual; he started off rough, pounding into him. If Demoman had been lonely for as long as he claimed, he had not gone rusty at all.

The Scot thrust in and out of Pyro hard, the boy crying out with each movement. The Demo’s face was tense, Scout noticed, frowning in concentration as he still seemed to be searching for that one spot. He kept twisting his hips and hitting hard over and over again until he finally got the signal he was waiting for. With a loud grunt, Demo ground into Pyro so deep, the young man went wild.

“Ah! Fuck.” He gasped, arching his back even more, to take in as much of Demo as he possibly could.

A satisfied smirk spread across the Scot’s lips. He had found that one nerve and after that, aimed for it with every single thrust. The sound of slapping skin, the wet noise of the Demo’s cock entering the young Pyro, fucking him hard and fast, Scout heard it all and wanted nothing more for that wet, whining mouth to be filled with his dick again.

He watched his teammate shake back and forth and pant unevenly with every buck of the Demoman’s hips. His cheeks a fiery red, his lips parted wide open and his sweat drenched hair were all very arousing, but it was only when he looked up, with his green eyes clouded darkly with lust and want, that Scout felt himself go over the edge.

“Shit, Pyro...” He hissed, almost cursing himself for having even looked for that long.
He needed release.

Scout scooted forward, bringing his still rock hard member closer to Pyro’s face.

“Pyro...” He whispered, grabbing on hesitantly and yet very tightly onto his wild curls.

His eyelids fell at the sight of the Scout’s arousal, hooding over his darkened eyes. He stared at his cock like he wanted to devour it, licking his lips and then biting down on them. Scout’s length twitched at the anticipation; Pyro looked like he was going to pounce at any second.

“You want to?” Scout asked, even though he knew with every fiber in his body that Pyro did, that Pyro could and that Pyro would, because Pyro was not what everyone thought he was. Pyro was amazing. He was amazing with his hands, his tongue and his eyes. God yes, Scout thought, it was like a sexy invitation to him every time they made eye contact.

“Scout...” He purred, his voice bumpy from the pounding he was getting. “Let me...”

“Fucking hell, go right ahea –Ah!” Pyro gave his head a hard suck, flattening his tongue over it and spreading the precum all over his shaft.

The strokes his mouth made were bumpy and uneven, but effective nonetheless. With every thrust on the Demoman’s part, Scout’s dick slid over the roof of his mouth or grazed the back of his throat. Dazed and overwhelmed, Scout thought of a fourth piece of evidence: the lack of a gag reflex. After all, he was in pretty deep. They both were, from both sides.

Scout came first, clutching at the sheets, his body jerking and writhing violently. His back arched against Pyro’s mouth and his limbs trembled. He hadn’t been expecting it to hit him so hard, to feel so amazing that it made him dizzy. And when he heard the loud gulping noises, he couldn’t help but grunt and fall back onto the bed because on top of being exceptionally skilled with his mouth, the kid swallowed too.

As his orgasm slowly died out, he managed to loosen his death grip on the sheets and uncurl his toes. His entire body relaxed and the spasms ceased. Scout felt like he weighed nothing and could fall asleep right there and then if people weren’t having sex at his feet.

He had no other choice but to watch. He wondered if it hurt. Demo was holding Pyro so tightly, Scout could imagine the purple dots on his hips the next morning, one for each finger digging into his skin. He was ramming into him so hard too and Demo was huge! Did it actually feel as good as what he read off of Pyro’s face? When Scout looked at his teammates going at it, he couldn’t help but feel slightly apprehensive. The view was beyond hot, but when Scout imagined himself bent over and being pounded by Sniper –how big was he anyway?- it wasn’t as hot anymore.

“Hell... “ Demoman breathed and threw his head back as he climaxed into Pyro.

Scout felt Pyro’s chest rubbing against his leg as he came as well, whimpering and gasping for air. Absolute ecstasy was sketched into his face and he knew that it must have felt great. Maybe the tad bit of humiliation would be worth it in the end, but could Sniper do what Demo just did? More importantly, assuming that Pyro is not a virgin, did that mean it would hurt much more for Scout? These questions remained unanswered, even in Scout’s head since more distracting matter were twitching and nuzzling against him.

He remained seated in the mass of tangled sheets, unwilling to move or speak or even look anywhere other than at Pyro. He mindlessly stroked the head of black hair laying in his lap as its owner twitched and shook in the aftershock of his powerful orgasm.

Demoman was across the room, pulling his pants back on. His job was done and that’s all he had came for. Scout could see him from the corner of his eyes; stoic, relaxed, like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t just fucked the mystery that was the Pyro.

He left, minutes later, giving Scout but a nod before closing the door behind him. At the click of the latch, Pyro’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hey.” He smiled up at Scout.

“Hi?”

“Hand me my cigarettes? They’re in the drawer.”

Scout fumbled about the drawer filled with empty lighters and cigarette boxes until he found a full one.

“And the lighter. The one with the stripes should work.”

He found that one too and watched Pyro light up and start smoking. Demoman, Soldier, Sniper and even Spy had nothing on him, because he smoked like a pro, effortless and just plain sexy.

“Waiting for him to leave. I don’t like it when people bum my cigs.”

“I don’t smoke.” Scout said stupidly.

“Yeah, that’s why I don’t mind you staying.” He grinned and smoke escaped through his nose.

“Oh.”

It amazed Scout how at ease the Pyro was. Shouldn’t he be exactly the contrary? Antisocial and nervous? He’s been hiding behind a mask for God knows how long and he’s oddly secure now that he has it off.

“You’re not a virgin, are you.” Scout said, sighing out of exhaustion.

“Nope.” He said and even if Scout wasn’t looking at him, he knew he was smiling. “And it’s about time this happened too. Any longer and I think I would have jumped you in the showers.”

“Y –you knew this was going to happen?” Scout stuttered, trying to remain cool after the mental flashes he got of Pyro and him in the showers.

“I’m surprise it took this long. Nine men, cooped up in a base... I bet the other team does it on their own.”

“Really? You think so?” Scout wasn’t sure why, but it made him feel less embarrassed about the whole ordeal.

“Think?” Pyro chuckled and squirmed in Scout’s lap, making himself comfortable.

“Let’s just say their Demoman is much more um... skilled than ours.”

Very, VERY nice! Loved the way you described everything, that was pure hotness. Can't wait to see who are going to be next. I'm looking forward to read more Spy and I'm surprised he wasn't the one taking the first step, like one could have assumed.

YEAAAAAASH
Good job! This made my night.

This was the best almost birthday present I could have ever asked for.

This last installment just hit all the spots for me! Threesomes, Demo/Pyro, Scout/Pyro... hell, all three of them... I'm actually fist pumping the air right now and I feel like a total tool for it but I can't help it!

I have to say, I kind of adore slutty Pyro. Very different from what one normally sees in his characterizations.

I can't wait for this to continue
i'm really excited to see what spy does to sniper. The fact he seems really nervous about spy topping him is just...it's really great. Keep up the good work!!! I hope this story doesn't die !!

ohhhh yesssss I came

please keep up this amazing story

I know this chapter is long overdue, but I just couldn't think of anything good enough. Here it is anyway and I apologize in advance for the lack of smut in this one.

Part 7

Medic had already been hesitant about leaving his infirmary for some air. Even in his sanctuary, he got claustrophobic if he imprisoned himself for too long, but stepping out of his haven made him just as uncomfortable. He didn’t get too far this time.

“Heavy, what are you doing?”

“Waiting for Doctor.” He said, staring up at him solemnly from his spot on the floor.

“Why are you waiting for me, Heavy?”He sighed, removing his glasses to rub at his tired eyes. So much for the plans he had made to avoid the man. Hard to do with him sitting by his door.

“Last time I knocked, you did not answer.” He explained. “Did not want to bother Doctor.”

Medic eyed the man with his arms crossed over his chest. Apparently, he wasn’t going anywhere tonight, not with a Russian man sitting by hit door like some kind of guard dog. He wouldn’t deny that he had ignored him last time he came around for a visit, but only for his friend’s safety. The state he had gotten himself in was too risky to expose to others, especially with all the sedatives he had in his reach. Long story short, Medic could not trust himself to resist and he’d be lying if he said those feelings were not stirring in him the very moment he set eyes on his teammate. In an instant, the possibilities of attack would flood his brain. They had been on standby for years, slowly building up overtime, to eventually explode in his face. They did not cease to amaze Medic when they proved to him what horrors he himself had the capacity to conjure. The things his brain thought of when he was distracted! His subconscious only showed him the fruit of its labors at his most vulnerable moments.

“Can I come in?” He asked.

If he said yes, the risk was automatically ten times higher. Alone, in his quarters with the door closed? That was just a catastrophe waiting to happen. However, if he said no, the man would walk away, without a single complaint, hurt and disappointed. Even if it was for his own good, Medic did not want to do that to him. Not only would it leave his problem unsolved, but also subject them both to more awkward encounters. Medic would just have to suck it up and get it over with. Postponing this was just hurting them both, as well as driving him to the brink of his sanity. Whatever happens, happens, he thought and hoped they would come out of this as friends still.

“Yes. You may.” He said with slight reluctance, opening the door wide enough for him to walk in.

Medic had forgotten how comforting the man’s presence was in his office. He took a lot of space, but made the room feel less cold and... clinical. There was never an endless list of subjects they could discuss. They were from different worlds entirely, but still found common ground every now and then. Medic remembered how Heavy could always find something to discuss, back when his idiot teammates hadn’t awoken old urges.

“Why are you here?” He asked when Heavy had seated himself on his preferred spot.

“I wanted to talk.” He said.

“Then talk.” He announced, slightly agitated.

He was nervous. He needed to distract himself with mundane tasks, stupid things. He buzzed uselessly around his infirmary/office, opening cabinets and closing them again, without even glancing at its contents.

“The Americans have completed the task.” He said, making it sound like an international mission.

“Oh? And how do you know?” He asked calmly, even if he was boiling with rage on the inside. He couldn’t believe the idiots actually went on with it! This ‘task’. As if sex is a chore and can be forced upon a person. As if it wasn’t already a carnal need that every human possessed. As if he wasn’t already dying to have Heavy.

“The little American has a big mouth.”

Yes, that just about summed it up, but Medic wondered if Soldier and Engineer were the only ones. Either way, the doctor knew what his teammate was implying, he knew what he was getting at, but he wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Heavy, listen to me. Before you go any further with this, let me tell you that you are wasting your time.” He informed him harshly and turned away , trying to look fed up when in fact, he was holding back with all of his might. The man just looked so clueless, so oblivious of the things that went on in his head. He knew nothing. It would be so easy... so quick. The syringe was already ready, he wouldn’t even feel it until the drug set in...

“Why?”

“Because it’s not going to happen!” Medic shouted, spinning around furiously to glare daggers at his teammate. So much for keeping together, he thought. He was a mess, with his crazy looking snarl, sweating face and dark strands hanging over his forehead. His heart was racing while two sides of his brain fought for dominance. His fingers shook, clutching at the syringe that had somehow ended up in his hands without his consent. He held it behind his back, hidden from sight. His grip loosened and tightened accordingly to whichever side had the upper hand at the moment. He felt like his knees were going to give out. He held onto the edge of the counter helplessly, to keep his knees from betraying him entirely this time.

“Why?” The Russian repeated.

“Get out.” He hissed.

“Why?! Tell me!” He roared and stood abruptly.

Silence. Breathing and a crash.

“What was noise?” Heavy asked, craning his neck to see the source behind Medic’s back.

“The syringe.”

“It fell?”

“I dropped it.” Medic sneered at him and fell to his knees. He was shaking all over and sitting down, even on the floor, was a relief. Bit by bit, he picked up the glass pieces that had shattered on the floor. Mundane tasks... simple things... distractions, he kept telling himself, even if it was a bit late.

“What is the liquid?” Heavy frowned and began to make his way towards both of the messes on the floor.

Medic sighed and looked up at his teammate solemnly. The larger man seemed unfazed, but he could practically see him putting the pieces together through his small, blue eyes. It was no use trying to fool him now.

“Paralytic.” He said.

“Why so much?”

He was right. Medic hadn’t even realised. Many times he had requested his teammate’s help during surgeries to put the patient to sleep, but he didn’t think Heavy to be so attentive as to know the right amount of drug. Nonetheless, he was right. The dosage was larger than usual; the work of his subconscious one more.

“A big man such as yourself?” He laughed eerily. “It takes much more to take you out.”

“Why does doctor want to take me out?” He asked, panic growing in his tone.

“I DON’T!” The doctor yelled abruptly, slamming his open palm against the wet floor. “I don’t want to, Heavy. I don’t want any of this and forcing it upon me is NOT going to end well for you!”

“Doctor, we have duty to do!” The Russian raised his voice in response.

“I know, but THIS,” he pointed at the mess, “is the only way to do it! And I assure you my friend, you will NOT enjoy it!” He spat to conceal his shaking breath.

He stared up at his teammate with maddened eyes, waiting for a response, but the other man’s face remained neutral. If he was hating Medic, or pitying him, the doctor could not tell and that scared him even more than the actual answer. He was a wreck, in every sense of the word, slowly developing the characteristics of the craziest of men. Pushing the thoughts away was now nothing but hindsight, because the scenarios had painted themselves permanently in his mind a long time ago, etching fear into his face.

He shut his eyes tight, concentrating hard and trying to undo the psychological damage he let happen so carelessly. He thought hard, trying to reason with himself. Heavy is my friend, my teammate, he repeated before somehow overcoming gravity.

Medic could no longer feel the floor beneath his feet and when he opened his eyes, it made a little more sense. He was at eye level with Heavy, dangling and squirming in thin air. He struggled in Heavy’s grasp like a captured animal, but froze when his eyes met the Russian’s. Nothing about him was stoic anymore, but instead, a calm mix of anger and disgust.

“And what made you think, Doctor, that we would be doing this your way.”

I am very glad to see an update! Looks like Medic is in for something he wasn't expecting. Take your time as I shall forever wait for the next installment.

More! Pleasepleaseplease. Please. PLEASE. MORE

.... Thank you. So much. For updating this. You have no idea how happy I am.

I'm on the edge of my seat to see where this goes with Medic and Heavy.

Heavy going rough on Medic? Now that's something you don't read every day!

Fuck. Juust when I thought things couldn't get any hotter after that pyro encounter... fuck. The build-up was magnificent. The way Mmedic struggled with his desires, the way he nearly gave in to something he so desperately wanted but knew he would regret... that was hotter than anything so far. But to end it with such a twist... I don't know what's going to happen next, but I have no doubt it's going to be astounding.

As soon as I started getting into those last few paragraphs, I was just spouting 'uh-oh' at high speed. This is going to be good.

I've been following this story since it was first posted, and I absolutely cannot wait for HeavyXMedic! Not the most original OTP, I know, but I like your take on it. Heavy is usually portrayed as some sort of gentle giant in bed, and I'd been hoping to find something a bit different from that, and here it is! Please keep writing, I've loved this fic from the start. Sure there are some minor critisisms from other readers I've seen, but I don't see how they can be so pedantic when clearly the overall fic is so brilliant and the idea is so original...I know it had no smut in it, but my favourite scene is probably when the hat was first introduced and how the team reacted to it, you got most of the characterisation down pat, I think.

omg omg omg this is still updating
I do NOT accept your apology for the lack of smut because I am of the opinion the apology is completely unnecessary
Looking forward to how Heavy and Medic are going to go about it
I sage disappointedly because it's been a week since last post (moar pls!)

I‘ve been silently reading this fanfic since it first came out and I sincerely love it.
Some Anons are right saying that Scout is too submissive, but I think that, if there's the necessity, a writer can make a character a little OOC.

Keep writing!

(Sorry for any typos or grammatical mistakes)

Cannot wait until another chapter! I'm really loving the story!
Great writing; keep up the good work!

Please, Toxic, sage next time. I almost jumped in my chair when I saw this on top of the list.

>>177 Almost?

I am so sad now. I've been dying for an update. So very sad now. It's like you've killed kittens.

hopes... crushed...

Please, OP, come back. Please. My pants have been waiting too long.

Part 8

I apologize for the huge delays, but I promise you'll be getting the second part to this much faster.

The encounter had been long overdue, but that didn’t make the Engineer less annoyed by it. He knew it had been coming, he had been anticipating it for the past week and when his expectations were not met, he had been somewhat relieved to have dodged that bullet. Unfortunately, he spoke too soon.

“Labourer.”

Aw crap, he thought when he opened the door to his workshop, letting the light pool into the dark room in a straight line that just happen to shine over his teammate. Engineer rolled his eyes, confident that his goggles would hide it; the Spook had probably calculated it all to get the perfect effect, being oh so very dramatic about everything.

He partially closed the door behind him, leaving but a thin sliver as an opening. In the obscurity, he could make out his form and the flickering end of his cigarette. Engie always hated it when his teammates smoked in his workshop. Their lighters being so close to some of his flammable products made him nervous, but Spy didn’t seem to mind at all. He was leaning against one of his sentries, pushing him from nervous to stressed out. Having spies around his machines made him uncomfortable, even if it was his own.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t break into my workshop next time.”

“I couldn’t find you.”

“That’s no excuse.”

He made his way to his work station in rapid strides, feigning confidence and began to tinker with whatever he had left on the table. He did not dare look up, knowing damn well what kind of gaze he’d be met with; he could feel his eyes on him. He pretended to build something for what felt like the longest minutes of his life, while his mind thought hard for a solution. Spy was no Soldier whose mind he could play with. Spy was a Spy, meaning he could play with his mind if Engineer wasn’t careful.

“Labourer.” He repeated.

“What.” He answered, without tearing away his gaze from the contraption he had unconsciously built. A small part of him hoped it was an explosive of some kind that he could throw at Spy, but the metal cube was starting to look more like a toaster than anything else.

“We have things to speak of.”

“Do we? Can’t we just leave it?” That was a desperate move on his part, but at this point he had to accept that he had nothing and that there was no other way of getting out of this.

“No, we cannot.”

“You’re quite insistent.” He chuckled, now dismantling the miniature toaster.

“Me? I believe you are the one who demanded a trade with the Scout.” He said and Engineer saw him turn away from the corner of his eyes. It was finally safe to look up.

“Aw, c’mon now. I didn’t ‘demand’ anythin’! I asked for a trade and the boy was okay with it.” He explained, stepping around the table to lean against its edge.

The Spy spun around, his hands behind his back. “Oh please,” He spat, “as if he was going to say no.”

“I wouldn’t have bothered offering if I knew he would.” Engineer shrugged, which seemed to aggravate the Spy even more since he was now biting at his cigarette instead of just having it dangling between his lips.

“Listen to me Texan, let’s make something very clear.” His tone had taken a threatening turn, warning Engineer to stay on his guard. “Let’s just say I was very much looking forward to my encounter with the boy and now, it has been taken away from me.”

By the time he had finished that sentence, he was standing but a mere two feet away from Engineer, looming over him.

“So you better have a good enough excuse.” He hissed.

Engineer sighed, scratching the back of his head nervously. He was debating between making up a dull lie or actually attempting to explain the truth to him.

“I uh... alright look Spy, can we not do this today, please?” He tried.

“Excuse me?” Spy laughed humorlessly. “You made your decision when you made the trade, Texan. Now it’s my turn and I want an answer. Now.”

“Alright, alright. Can you just... just back off a bit.” He said, holding his palms up between them defensively.

“Scared?”

“No...” He cleared throat, trying not to blush. “I wouldn’t say scared...”

“Right... I suggest you come up with an answer quick before I start losing my patience.”

“Look, I don’t really have an answer right now, it’s just that... aw jeez...” Engie stumbled through his thoughts, unsure of which was the right way to express himself. “Look, I just need favor from you.” He finally blurted out.

“Favor? I owe you nothing more than –“

“Humor me.” Engineer cut in.

Although Spy was clearly displeased about the interruption, he was listening. Irritated, but still listening.

“I need to gather my thoughts a bit, okay? That’s all. It would help me a lot, you know, so I can provide you with a proper explanation, because yes, I do owe you one. If you gave me some time.”

“Hmm, go on...”

“Can we meet back here in... an hour?”

The Spy took some time to stare Engineer down, take his entire being in before settling his gaze on his face, paired with a smug smirk.

“If you run away, Labourer...”

“I won’t. I don’t need your warnings, I know what you can do. I won’t run.”

With a curt nod, the Spy turned away and headed for the door without another word.

“Very well.” He sighed. “An hour.”

“Oh and uh...” This time, Engineer really did blush. “Bring your disguise kit.”

To that, he was spared a curious quirk of his brow at the threshold of the workshop, before the door closed between them.

***

“You want me to what?” Spy’s face hardened in disbelief as he leaned in over the table.

Engineer lowered his eyes, running a finger over the edge of the disguise kit sitting between them. He was having trouble choosing either shame or embarrassment as a label for what he was feeling at the moment.

“You heard me.” He muttered. He shrunk into himself, as did his voice. Engie wished he was dealing with Soldier, like he usually found himself having to do. He imagined the situation with his fellow American instead of the Spy and could think up a billion bullshit excuses he could have fed Soldier. It was just too easy, but Spy wasn’t. Spy required the hardest efforts: the truth.

“Of course I heard you, but I would appreciate a repetition nonetheless.” His voice had changed. Spy was no longer relaxed, spitting out words with a certain discomfort.

Great, Engie thought, you know you’re a total pervert when you manage to offend a Spy. He sighed and buried his face into his palms, wishing once again, for a miracle that would transform a Spy to a Soldier. There was no jumping to ‘never mind’ with Spy.

“Disguise yourself as the RED Spy... please?” He hoped his muffled words would go unheard.

“What –wait a minute!” Spy grabbed Engineer’s wrists and pulled them down from his face. “Look at me.”

Engineer raised his gaze reluctantly, flinching at the humiliation he felt at the sight of Spy’s judgmental, squinting eyes. He was mad, but also confused about his request.

“What the hell for?” He asked.

“Can... can we do it like that?” He answered with a question.

“Why?”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, we can do it normally, but –“

“I’m asking why.” Spy cut in before his babble went on.

“I’m tellin’ ya’ –“

“No you’re not.” He knotted his fingers together and leaned back in his chair. “Why do you want to fuck the RED Spy?”
Engie took a deep breath, mirroring the Spy’s folded hands.

“Crush?”

“What?!” His head snapped up. “What? No! No, no, no. Nothin’ like that, for the love of God Spy, you know I hate the man!”

“Well, people don’t usually want to fuck the people they hate.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Engineer chuckled humorlessly before getting out of his chair to pace around the room.

“Oh... oh...!” A good laugh began to rumble at the Spy chest. “Oh I see how it is. This is a hate fuck, right?” He got up to join his teammate, who seemed to be ignoring him and his teasing.

Only then did Spy notice that Engineer wasn’t pacing at all. He was looking for something. Craning his neck to all sides, checking on and under tables, behind old dispensers and at one point, he even opened a secret compartment in the wall to peer inside. Whatever is was, it was nowhere to be found.

“Damn it. I always hide this thing really well and then Scout comes sneakin’ around so I put it in plain sight so it would look like an ordinary tool b –aha!”

He spread his arms wide towards the shelf he was facing, as if to embrace the metal container which probably also happened to be the lost object in question.

“What the hell is that?” He eyed the box suspiciously.

“A secret that I don’t want out.” He answered, handling the
metal box with the same care he used when moving around his sentries.

“So why open it?” Spy muttered, his interest piqued and set on the mystery box. He found himself being reminded of the terrible game show some of his teammates always watched.

“Because what’s the fun in a secret you can’t share?” He chuckled, setting the box on the table. “At least with one person.”

But Engineer didn’t open it. He let it sit on the table, watching it with a tilt of his head, like it was about to perform some impressive trick. It did no such thing.

“Open it.” He finally said.

Spy was hesitant. Although he knew that it being a trap was doubtful and that he was assuredly speaking with one of his own teammates, he couldn’t understand why he was here, let alone even begin to guess what was inside that box.
It wasn’t even locked, which made Spy question its importance to the Engineer. He was under the impression that people kept their secrets locked away and not simply stored away. He set both his hands on each of its sides, pressing down on its two latches with his thumbs, letting them snap open with a satisfying click.
The container, small on the outside, was not all that bigger on the inside, but held much more than what Spy had deemed possible. And the array of things it contained! If doctors carried around first aid kits, a dominatrix would rejoice in such a bundle! Leather bounds, bright red gags and blindfolds to match them. Handcuffs that shone with an intimidating metallic gleam and rope that made him flinch at how rough he knew they would feel on one’s skin, just by the look of it. A foldable rider’s crop lay parallel to a wooden baton, tucked away amongst a series of rings, disturbingly too wide to fit anyone’s finger.

“Medic...” He considered out loud.

“Medic?”

“I would suspect Medic to like such things...” Spy muttered to himself.

“I don’t. It’s just this one fantasy.” Engineer gulped loudly before allowing himself to continue. “Once... once it’s done, I ain’t keepin’ this stuff.”

“Understandable.” Spy nodded, clearly impressed by his teammate’s collection. “It’s just a whim of yours. A onetime thing. Perfectly normal.”

Engineer began to relax, but maybe too soon, because the Spy wasn’t going to let him go so easily.

“At least, it would have been if it weren’t for your previous request.” He snapped the lid of the box shut, the latches clicking back into place. Spy leaned against the edge of the table, keeping the box behind his back, away from Engineer’s grasp.

“What’s wrong with my previous request?” Engineer said, feigning confidence.

“If you hate him so much, why not just kill him?”

Engineer’s expression turned grim. His features darkened, like a shadow had just fallen over his face.

“It’s just... It’s not enough! Just shooting the guy in the face will never be enough! He’s just so...”

“Arrogant?”

“Yeah!”

“Irritating?”

“Yes! And I just want him tied up. In my possession. I want to have the upper hand for once and do whatever I want to him. I want him to squirm, beg and ... jesus...”

“No, go on.” The Spy smirked. Engineer had a feeling that the
Spy knew exactly what he was talking about, but it amused him to see him so flustered.

“Damn it, I just want to humiliate him! Wipe that smile right off his face!”

The Spy chuckled, a sympathetic, but mischievous smile playing on his lips. He grabbed his disguise kit, but did not activate it, slipping it back into his suit jacket instead.

“You want to fuck him, have him all to yourself?”

“Yeah...” Engineer was no longer phased by his hatred, and
blinked at his teammate as he came around to set his arm around him; a friendly gesture that the Engineer had not expected from the Frenchman.

“That can be arranged.” He hissed into his ear.

With an incredibly out of character pat on the back, Spy left his quarters without another word, leaving Engineer with the feeling as dumb as a rock and that he had missed something huge in their conversation.

Oh my godddd! You updated! I was so happy, I've gotten so used to necro-bumps... This is wonderful! Thank you so much.

I'm glad to see you back, but to be honest I hope this fic isn't going in the direction I think it's going. It seems like Spy is planning to kidnap RED Spy and deliver him to Engie.

I don't normally have a problem with rape fics, but this particular fic started out as funny and sweet and the sex was always consensual; yeah, there was a part where Spy assaulted Scout, but that part went nowhere. It the tone suddenly changes and somebody gets fucked against their will, the dissonance will be nasty (and having the rapee decide that he enjoys it wouldn't make things any better, if anything it would make things creepier).

I hope I'm just reading too much into it, maybe I've completely misunderstood Spy's plan. I just don't want to see the massive shift in tone.

I feel sad because I thought there'd be an update on HeavyXMedic, since the fandom is recently lacking in new material on them...and this kind of Engineer just isn't appealing to me (but that's just personal preference).

I agree with 185, this fic started out hilarious and very lighthearted, but it's just sort of sunk into a dark, seedy hole with each new chapter. Really hoping you turn this around, because there's so much potential in this story, and most of it has been genuinely enjoyable to read. Remember: Dark and depraved =/= mature/better story!

>>184 here, two things: When I said I agreed with 185 I meant 183. Silly typo is silly.

Also, I re-read that last chapter and I actually quite like this Engineer. I didn't really like what he wanted to do, but you've still managed to keep him in character, so props to you for that!

My other sentiments still stand, though.

Thank you for this update, it's glorious!

I must say I don't agree with my fellow readers. Even if this fic did start out cute and funny, it has already had a few dark twists. Spy almost violating Scout in the showers (even if that didn't take us to actual sex the boy was clearly terrified as it was) and Heavy probably raping Medic right now.

I personally LOVE Engineer's dark side and the idea of Spy arranging him with RED Spy is delicious. His hidden desires are what I always love the most, he is usually described to casual and calm.

To me rape isn't a problem and whatever you have planned to write next I will take it! Do go on.

I'm so glad you updated this. I really love the premise behind it.

I must admit I didn't interpret what Spy said as him going to fetch the RED Spy. I just assumed he left in order to disguise himself and return later to make for a more believable roleplay session for Engineer (especially if this whole thing has to be carried out by all members of the BLU team; I would have doubted RED participation would count).

I'm looking forward to seeing how this all pans out and I'm happy you're still writing it.

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That's what I thought too, the BLU Spy disguising himself as the RED Spy to make it more real. Whatever it will be I sure hope the Engie will be able to fuck that RED ass like he has always wanted to!

Fuck all the haters, this shit is AWESOME! No matter what you do, UnluckyCharm, I will love every single word you post.

Hmm, hatesex? Heh heh heh...i

Despite being a main spy player myself, I also play a lot of engineer. And I completely know the frustration of playing against a spy who is several skill levels better than you, and you lose to him every time, and you can just never keep your equipment up, and it gets to the point where you just want to throttle him...

Take that feeling and multiply it a few times, and I believe this from the engineer is very believable. Every single one of these pairings you have handled magically, and this one I find equally excellent. Everything is just perfect.