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Maybe you should rename yourself Lucky Charm? The internet gods are clearly with you.

Thumbs up, do go on.

Go on.

It seems interesting, and I'd love to see more, but the "wall of text"-ness makes it difficult to read. Could you repost it with paragraph breaks?

Hi. Here’s another chapter for you. I’m just teasing with this one, trying to create at least a little bit of buildup. The good stuff starts in the next chapter, I promise. I just want to know which pairing you’d like to see first and maybe even a certain situation or kink you want me to write? It’s up to you.
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Part 2


“MEN!” Soldier yelled, slamming Scout’s stolen baseball cap onto the table, the few pieces of paper placed inside it flying astray. “THIS IS THE SEX HAT!”

All the men in the rec room turned around slowly, some faces confused, some angry for being interrupted in the middle of a conversation and others just shaking their heads disapprovingly, in no mood to be dealing with Soldier’s craziness on their time off.

“What the hell are you on about, mate?”

“Is that my hat!?” Scout stood up, looking like he was ready to start a fight.

“Shut your mouth boy! We have more important problems here than who’s hat this is!”

“Is little boys hat.” Heavy chimed in.

“I know, now shut the hell up!” He shouted and then backed away from the hat with his hands set tightly behind his back, staring at it like it was going to start talking.

Everyone else in the room was either staring at Soldier, the hat he was staring at or the Spy standing behind him in the background, who was busy slapping his palm against his face several times. Clearly, things weren’t going as planned for him at the moment.

“Um... Solly? What does this... sex hat do, exactly?” Engineer asked calmly, speaking for every single person in the room.

“What!? Nothing! It’s a hat.” An eerie grin spread across his face. “It’s what WE DO with the hat!”

Seven and a half pairs of eyes blinked at the man, still unsure of what the hell he was talking about. It wasn’t the first time he pulled a stunt like this. Last time, he had walked in trying to convince the team that his shovel should be the tenth class. That debate didn’t last very long.

“Can we NOT do shit with my hat?”

“No! Shut up! Spy, please explain to these idiots how the sex hat works!”

Sighing loudly enough for the whole room to hear, Spy stepped beside Soldier. This had not been part of the plan; he was not supposed to be the one to have to break it to seven other men that they were going to have to sleep together to keep their jobs.

“We are all going to have to sleep together to keep our jobs.” Well, that was surprisingly easy to say.

A entire chorus of ‘WHAT?’ followed the statement, but Spy would be in a idiot to expect otherwise.

“Our performances have not unsatisfactory for the past few weeks. After studying us, our higher ups have found the root of the problem. My friends, we are sexually frustrated and the Administrator has us backed up in a corner. We must do this, for the sake of our work in this company.”

He was trying to sound formal. He really was. Spy did his best to make this whole situation sound perfectly normal, but he had to face it: it wasn’t. He, being his open minded self, had no problem with this. He could even admit that there are a few teammates he’s rather enjoy sleeping with, some very... Australian teammates, not that he was naming any names or anything...

“Listen, I ain’t a fag, alright? I’m not doing this shit just because some woman in some office watching us says so.” Scout said, crossing his arms over his chest as a few other teammates standing behind him nodded along.

“Then you are fired.” Spy shrugged. “It iz that simple.”

Scout’s smug expression fell and suddenly, the boy looked absolutely terrified.

“Look mate, they can’t really be making us –“

“They are, so I say we get this over with, shall we?” Spy gestured toward the hat.

“Nein, no, I vill not. This is ridiculous. I don’t even fight, I’m just a Medic!” The Medic said, almost pleading to the Spy.

“Damn it, private! We are doing this as a team and seeing as you are part of it, you will be picking a name out of that sex hat whether you like it or not!” Soldier shouted, cutting off the Spy before the words even had the chance to leave his mouth.

“Um, okay, we could’ve used any other hat... just sayin’.”

“Must we really do this?” The Heavy asked, surprisingly calm.

“Yes, all of us!”

“Like, Engie’s hat or Sniper’s even. Those’d make really good sex hats if you ask me.”

“Ya’ think maybe we could tell them we did it and just... not?” Demoman suggested, grimacing at the thought of having to really go through with this.

“Were being watched.” Spy spoke before Soldier started ranting about honor and how un-American lying is. “They know and understand everything that happens in this base, maybe even better than we do.”

“I mean, why a hat? Why not a sex bowl? We have a bunch of those in the kitchen.” At this point, Scout was starting to notice that, as usual, no one was really listening to him.

“Um...” Sniper raised his hand awkwardly. “I’m still a bit confused about how this is going to work... were picking names?”

“Oui. Each person will pick a name. This way, each person will get laid twice, maybe even with the same person if your partner happens to draw your name too. I will go first, as an example.”

Spy stepped closer to the sex hat and stared down into it. He had been the one who wrote down the names and put them into the hat. He knew Soldier would not pay attention to detail and conveniently not notice the fact that all the papers were folded into squares except for one, which, obviously, was the one Spy went for. No, it was no coincidence that he volunteered to go first either.

The whole room watched apprehensively, each member on the edge of his seat, as Spy reached down into the hat, picked out a name and brought it slowly up to his face. The speed he was going at was excruciatingly slow, but that was just Spy being his dramatic self.

As he read the paper, he quirked his brow upward in amusement, a sly smirk playing on his lips as his eyes scanned the room. He took his time to go over each team member, maintaining the suspense and keeping every person holding their breath.

“Ah Bushman,” He sighed, narrowing his eyes toward the Australian. “Lucky you.”

His lips twitched into a playful yet terribly crooked grin as the Sniper blushed up to his ears. Spy almost wanted to laugh out loud at how scared the Aussie looked, but he had every right to be. Poor man had no idea what was in store for him.

“Okay! Who’s next?” Soldier asked the room full of mercenaries who were currently busy sending their Sniper apologetic stares.

“I picked ze bushman, so it iz his turn to pick now.”

“Um... a –alright.” Sniper took a step forward, staring down into the hat like it was some kind of black hole ready to suck him in.

Ha! This was too good, the Spy thought. The bushman was stuttering, stammering, shaking! He had just picked his name and all that planning was already paying off! He couldn’t wait to see how rewarding it will be when they are finally in bed. Yes... he would have that man wrapped around his finger, squirming underneath him, wanting more and begging for him to -

“Um, Scout.” Sniper read out loud, turning to the boy in question.

The young man stared daggers at him as if it was his fault he picked his name and grumbled complaints as he got up. Unlike the Sniper, he stared at his own hat as if it was challenging him to a fistfight.

“This is fucking stupid.” He said as he picked out a piece of paper and yanked it open, almost ripping it. “I don’t even know why we –“ Everyone knew the name on the paper since it was the only name that could actually be able to stop a Scout from speaking.

“I’m guessing that iz my name on ze paper, lapin?” Spy cooed at the unmoving Scout.

This had been also preplanned by the masked man, but he hadn’t actually expected it to work. He had written his name on the largest piece of paper, thinking that maybe the Scout, being his loud obnoxious self, would end up picking it out. At the time, he was sure he was over-thinking it, but the boy just proved to be even more predictable than the Spy believed.

“Yeah, it’s you.” Scout sneered at him, the shock slowly wearing off. This time, only half the room wore sorry looks for the new victim. The other half was trying to contain their laughter. They knew the Scout was just as screwed as the Sniper, but for some reason, they felt that the boy deserved it. If he was the hotshot he bragged about being, then now he could go ahead and prove it.

“I look forward to it.” Spy purred and smirked at how the kid’s eyes just shot open instantly. This was definitely going to be fun for him.

“Is this serious? Are ve seriously doing this?” The Medic stood and looked around at his teammates. “Does no one else find this incredibly odd? Ve are picking each other’s names out of a HAT! So ve can have sex!” The German man sounded distressed and very desperate to get through to his teammates. “Aren’t ve better than this?”

The entire room went silent and just for a second, the doctor thought he had really made a point. But that was just for a second.

“NO, WE ARE NOT PRIVATE!” The Soldier bellowed straight into the German’s face. “Orders are orders and we follow them whether we like it or not! And trust me private, I do NOT like this.”

Defeated, the doctor sat back down next to his Russian companion who gently patted his back. Well, not actually gently, but gently enough for a Heavy.

“Since I have already picked, I choose who goes next.” Spy said before someone could attempt to ruin his fun again.

“This ain’t a game, mate.” Sniper said from behind him, but that did not stop Spy from playing either.

“Soldier, you pick.”

“Very well.” He marched up to the hat and picked a partner. Actually, ‘partner’ was a very suitable term for the person who got picked.

“Engineer!” Soldier read.

The Texan curled his lips into an embarrassed half smile and reached out to pick out a name. His gaze remained unmoved and still glued on the Soldier, who was beginning to get mixed signals from the look Engineer was giving him. The smile lingered, but was no longer innocent and shy. Quite the contrary really; you could almost call it a smolder.

“Pyro.” Engineer read smugly, knowing that every single man in the room was hoping to pick that name. What lay behind that mask and suit intrigued everybody and now one of them had just gained entry. It truly was something to be jealous of. His massive shoulders shook as he a few low chuckles left his lips. “Is that okay with you, pardner?” He asked the Pyro, but still kept his eyes fixed on Soldier.

Only the Laborer would be able to still be polite in a situation like this, asking Pyro if he was ‘okay with it’, Spy thought, almost disgusted at how nice the man was. He was clearly very, very happy about the name he just drew and maybe even happier about the person who drew HIS name. Spy could tell by the hungry look he was shamelessly giving Soldier, not even trying to be sneaky about it. Interesting...

The Pyro clapped his rubber-glove-clad hands together excitedly and skipped to the sex hat, gracefully plucking a paper out and holding it in his palms like it was a delicate baby bird.

Nobody had any idea what he had just said, but he pointed at Demoman, so no translation necessary there. The Scot bolted up to his feet and high fived his pyromaniac teammate with a howl of victory.

“You know you’re going to have sex with him, right private?” Soldier asked, just to make sure that the man had understood the plan. His reaction was... well, different than expected.

“Yup, but this is how I see it, lad. You lot are already butt ugly, including me. So, either he’s just as ugly, OR a beautiful lady! The odds are in my favor!” He said, grinning at the Pyro.

“’ts ‘ur tun!” Pyro hopped in place, pushing the Demoman toward the hat.

“Soldier.” Demoman read and nodded to the Soldier who nodded right back.

“Alright! I’ve already picked so I get to decide who goes –“

“No need for that, mon ami. There are only two left in the hat and they happen to be the only people who have yet to draw. They have no choice but to... um...do each other.” Spy turned to Heavy and Medic who sat in the farthest corner of the room. The Heavy seemed quite indifferent about the matter while as the Medic was looking at the Spy with all the hate in the world. “Twice.” The Spy added, just because he was a bastard.

“Nein.”

“Doctor, don’t be such child.” Heavy patted his back again, knocking out all the air out of his lungs.

“THAT’S SETTLED THEN! EVERYONE IS DISMISSED FOR THE NIGHT! I WILL BE TAKING THE SEX HAT JUST IN CASE WE NEED IT AGAIN FOR....um, whatever this was.”

“Hey! That’s my hat! You can’t just take it!” Scout cried, jumping up and down, trying to reach his hat that Soldier was holding up in the airs, out of the shorter boy’s reach.

“Son, sometimes a man has to sacrifice some things for his country!”

“But...but, I’m already fucking Spy for my country! Isn’t that enough?!”

“Ha! My poor, poor child.” The Spy strode over to the Soldier and snatched the hat right out of his outstretched hand, hiding it behind his back. A predatory smile plastered on his face, the Spy leaned in closer to the Scout, their noses only inches apart. “You are very, very, very mistaken...”

With every ‘very’ that came out of his mouth, the Spy’s lips moved closer to the boy’s ear. Scout couldn’t help but shiver violently as the Frenchman’s warm breath brushed against his skin like the faintest touch of a feather.

“... if you think that YOU will be fucking ME.” He purred and turned away, walking out of the room.

Scout blanched at the words and then almost fainted when he noticed that his hat had somehow returned on his head.

>>5 Mmm, this fic has so much promise; I'm bouncing in my seat with excitement for the next chapter. As for requests, the only thing I ever ask of life is bottom Sniper. That's it. That's all. And it looks like that's the direction you're going in, so I'm basically just sitting here grinning like an idiot. Thank you.

>>5 Mmm, this fic has so much promise; I'm bouncing in my seat with excitement for the next chapter. As for requests, the only thing I ever ask of life is bottom Sniper. That's it. That's all. And it looks like that's the direction you're going in, so I'm basically just sitting here grinning like an idiot. Thank you.

laughed so hard at scout going on about the hat
however instead of you introducing the sex hat as "scouts stolen hat", why not say nothing until scout goes "is that my hat?"

funny as hell though
and the part where admin says.
"You die."

Very good chapter, I loved the humor :)

I especially liked this line:
Last time, he had walked in trying to convince the team that his shovel should be the tenth class.

I can really see Soldier do that in canon.

Okay, new favourite story on the chan. This is it. This is the one I will wait anxiously for each chapter.

I admit, at first I didn't bother reading this because of the lack of linebreaks in the first chapter. When I saw you had fixed that for the second, I went back and read this, and this is pretty dang funny. I eagerly await more.

I like the concept of this, but I have to admit that I was disappointed by the selection of who's screwing who in this chapter. It doesn't feel randomized.

I mean, ScoutxSniper, SniperxSpy, SpyxScout, two counts of HeavyxMedic, EngineerxSoldier, and DemomanxSoldier? Seems all pretty run of the mill. EngineerxPyro is borderline, but I'll let it slide since it's kind of a rare spotting. Ditto DemomanxPyro. That has some opportunity to be unique.

I wasn't expecting this to be "52 Alluring Sex Games for Lovers", but I was hoping to see more peculiarities. This seems so convenient for the plot, so I have difficulties buying into it.

>>12 [spoiler]Agreed, it's far from random when you can guess every single draw correctly. The concept made me expect fresh new match ups but there's nothing of the sort save for the two you mentioned.

I wasn't expecting this to be "52 Alluring Sex Games for Lovers", but I was hoping to see more peculiarities.
This is a joke, right? Even "52" has a huge list of run of the mill pairings. It's hard to expect pairings outside of the box in a fandom as old and as established as this, as most people don't care for unestablished pairings. Granted, I was expecting unloved pairings to show up a bit with a scenario such as this, but then again, it's free porn and I'm not going to judge what the OP wants to write. I wouldn't write pairings that wouldn't get my rocks off either.

>>14

No. I'm not joking. Even though "52" does have run of the mill pairings, it does open the door for strange pairings and tries to execute them. I don't always like the results, but at least "52" is putting effort into trying something new, so for that, Scrunchy has my respect.

When I saw this fic, I saw, "Hey! Picking pairings from a hat? Sounds fun! Why not?" I misread the author's intent. I thought they were genuinely going to be throwing dice at a wall and writing whatever comes out. It appears that was not the case.

Perhaps my expectations were too high.

Yeah, I agree with >>12 and >>13.

Would have been nice if you actually put names in a hat and drew them for everyone (except for Spy's riggings, of course).

I mean, I'm still looking forward to this, because I like the writing and I like many of these pairings, but it's still kind of like "oh."

>>16 Eh, same here. Something unusual would have caught my eye. I guess I was also expecting a little actual randomness, since the setup was a "random" draw.

Mind you, I've got no place to knock on anyone for doing what gets their rocks off, even if it's something that's been done again and again. I'm thoroughly guilty of writing/drawing standard run-of-the-mill pairings. I won't be chomping at the bit to see what happens with each set of fuck-buddies in this story, though.

Heck, I'm aboard this fic. It would have indeed been fun to see some completely random pairings. But when it comes to TF2, I ship it like it's FedEx, so you won't hear any complaints coming out of my mouth over free porn. Especially if the author keeps up this nice style of writing.

I'll agree with most people here and say that I wish the drawing was actually random and not just popular pairings but whatever.

Hi. I've read your reviews and I'm very happy to see some constructive criticism. I am aware that the pairings were very predictable, but some of my very favorite ones are in there and I really wanted to write with them. However, I've planned this story out and I just want to say that none of the pairs are set in stone :P Things are definitely going to get messy and mixed up.
Chapter three is coming soon and thank you again for the feedback :)

>>20

Glad to see you're not discouraged.

Looking forward to it.

>>20

You're a strong one. I like that. Continue on.

Here’s chapter three for you, my longest yet. Do what you want with it :)
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Part 3

Scout was laying on his bed comfortably, reading the latest sports magazine his mother had been kind enough to send him. It was probably the eighth time he was going over it and he was starting to wonder if he would be able to recite the whole thing by now. He didn’t have much of a choice, though. It was either this or... He shuddered thinking of the alternative, which simply consisted of him stepping out of his room. There was no way he was opening that door, no matter how hungry he was, and risk bumping into Sniper or worse, Spy.

He had gotten up early that morning, assuming it was a work day. Well, it was supposed to be, but he had an idea why the Administrator had suddenly decided to call ceasefire.

It was the sex thing. They were giving them a break just so they could satisfy their needs. Didn’t Spy say they were being watched constantly? In that case, ‘they’ would make sure that the needs were satisfied. Scout imagined the Administrator holding a gun to Medic’s head, forcing him to ride Heavy and shuddered.

Hours passed and there were times where he had come close to breaking and just busting that door down, but he fought those urges. No matter how much his feet twitched because of the lack of movement and how much his stomach complained, Scout did not leave that room. If someone really wanted to have sex with him, they were knocking on HIS door, not the other way around.

As if that same person was reading his mind, there was a knock at his door immediately after that last thought crossed his mind.

“Sniper, Sniper, Sniper, Sniper...” Scout whispered to himself as he got up to open the door. It’s not that he wanted to have sex with Sniper, but when Spy is the other option, the Aussie wasn't so bad.

“Hey there.” The man behind the door was neither.

Engineer greeted Scout with a wide grin and a small wave of his hand. Scout wasn’t sure why the Texan was at his door, smiling broadly enough to raise suspicion, but if he remembered correctly, it was not his name he had drawn and Sniper had drawn his own, so what could the man possibly want?

“Er, hi. Uh, I think ya’ got the wrong room, Hardhat.” Scout grinned nervously, scratching the back of his head and gazing down the hallway. “Soldier’s two doors down that way and Pyro’s all the way down the hall, but that’s only if ya’ brave enough to actually knock on his door.”

“No, no. I’m at the right place.” Engineer assured him and looked over his shoulder. “Can I come in?”

Scout was confused. Not confused like he usually was with these guys, but really confused. What could the Engineer possibly want with him? There was something way off about the man too, but Scout couldn’t put his finger on it yet. He was smiling politely, like he always did, so why did it look so damn different?

Engineer sat down on Scout’s bed, brushing the discarded magazine aside.

“I’m here to talk business with you, boy.” He said and grinned again at the end of the sentence. Only this time, Scout knew exactly what was wrong with the smile.

It was fake. Very, very fake. He looked like one of those creepy dolls at toy stores with the batting eyelashes. He wanted to talk business. Judging by that smile and the glint in his eye, it was more like he was after something. What did he want? What could Scout possibly possess to make the Engineer come after him for it?

“What do you want?’ Scout said slowly, eyeing the Engineer with all of his guards up.

“Spy.” Engineer blurted, cutting to the chase.

“Spy?” Scout repeated, somewhat surprised and dumbfound. “Like, the name I drew? You want the paper?”

“Yes, and the man whose name is written on it.”

Scout frowned. There was something wrong with this...wait! Maybe there wasn’t.

“Are you a fag?”

“Nope.”

Okay, there was definitely something wrong with this. Yes! Scout wanted to scream. Take him! But this was starting to sound like a huge trap. Every single man in that room seemed glad to have escaped spending a night with the Spy, had he missed Engineer’s reaction? Why did he want to sleep with Spy of all people? There had to be something behind it. Some kind of trick or prank or anything! This was way too easy.

“You must be pretty damn horny, wanting three partners instead of two... why the Spy though?”

“Oh, no son.” Engineer chuckled. “I’ll be givin’ you mine in return.”

Okay, that made more sense and yet, it made none. Spy for Pyro? Scout wasn’t sure. With Spy, he was a hundred percent screwed, but Pyro was more of a wild card. God doesn’t even know how sex with him/her would play out. Oh...her. Now, that would be nice. All the more reason to be suspicious about the Engineer’s intentions. Giving up the possibility of being with a woman for the Spy, who was evidently a sleazy French dude.

“What the hell do you want with the Spy?” He asked, pacing about in the room, eyes not leaving Engineer. The man still didn’t look like himself. Scout had never found the Texan to be a threatening man, until now. Unkind thoughts were behind those goggles, he just knew it.

“That doesn’t concern you. I... prefer him.” The last two words rolled off of his tongue in a eerie tone, followed by a sinister smile, one that made Scout’s body tense up.

He prefers him... That was disturbing, but it probably wouldn’t have been if Engineer was talking in his regular Texan drawl. He suddenly really wanted the man to leave.

“Alright, alright, I’ll take the weirdo.” He set his palms up in front of him. “But you’re gonna be the one to tell him.”

“I’ve already warned him of the possibility of his partner changing. He didn’t mind.” Engineer’s smile was slowly disappearing as he got up to leave.

“Pleasure doin’ business with you, son.” He said and left, leaving the piece of paper on the desk.

He hadn’t shaken his hand. He had probably sensed the Scout’s reluctance to touch him. Scout shuddered. It was like his presence still hung in the air and the young man no longer felt comfortable being alone in the room. He went out in search of company, Sniper, Spy, Engineer and Pyro being out of the question.
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He ended up running.

Heavy and Medic were playing chess, Soldier was being his crazy self and his conversation with Demoman died out before it got anywhere interesting. Scout did get some information, though.
No one had done it yet.

“Wait, no one? Not even Spy?”

“Nope.” Demoman had said, shaking his head grimly, as if someone had just died. “No surprise, lad. No one wants to make that first move. Our manhood is at stake here.”

Scout disagreed but hadn’t said anything. He believed that their manhood was lost the second they picked those names out of his hat. The idea still hadn’t settled in. He had yet to fully accept the reality of that little game. Scout was going to lose his virginity for a second time and he would only be kidding himself if he really thought he would be topping Sniper. Pyro, maybe if he was lucky, but definitely not Sniper . The man was twice his size.

Scout pushed the thoughts away, even making waving motions in the air as he ran. Running was to clear his mind, not fill it with worries and doubts. Thinking was done in the shower, where he had to stand still. With a deep breath, he picked up his speed, ignoring his body’s protests.

What he couldn’t ignore was the shot fired straight in front of him. Half a second later and the shooter would have hit him.

“Holy shit!” He yelled, bouncing back and falling over himself.
Covering his eyes from the glaring sun, he looked up to see the Sniper waving his hat at him.

“Whaddaya’ want?” Scout called, thankful that his exercise could be used as an excuse for his blushing cheeks.

The Australian simply continued waving him over. Scout dusted himself off and jogged to the perch. He had never run so slow in his life. Then again, he had never felt so anxious about going somewhere before.

He had climbed up that perch a hundred times before, for refuge or by chance. Either way, Sniper never minded as long as he was quiet. This time, Scout would rather seek refuge in Medic’s office than the perch. He wasn’t scared or anything, more like unprepared. He was nervous about facing the man, he just wasn’t ready yet. His stomach tightened with every step he took and he had to remind himself to breathe. He clenched his fists as hard as he could, but that didn’t stop the tremors.

“Hello.” Sniper greeted him the second his head emerged into the perch.

“Hi.” Scout kept it short and hopefully this would be over soon.

He could feel his eyes on him, but he didn’t dare look up from the ground. He didn’t want to see what kind of look his teammate was giving him and it was also a convenient way to hide his discomfort.

“Well,” Sniper chuckled awkwardly. “we haven’t even done it yet and it’s already weird. Won’t even look at me.”

Scout could hear the smile in his voice. The man was making an effort and Scout knew it would be unfair if he just stood there. The least he could do was look up, but he really had to force himself for that. He gave him a humorless smirk and swayed nervously on his two feet as his eyes darted around the small room.

“So, what’s up?” He asked, ignoring Sniper’s earlier comments.

“Wanted to talk to you about, ah... you know.”

“Alright.” Scout nodded slowly. “Go ahead.”

“Right. Um, I jus’ wanted ta’ tell ya’ that, I’m not gonna push you or anything’.” He said slowly, then cursed under his breath. Clearly, he hadn’t really planned this all out.

Scout didn’t say anything.

“I mean, I think the higher ups are gonna be givin’ us a few days off to... get things done and I want you to know that...” He trailed off and ended up abandoning the unfinished sentence. “Whenever you want, alright? Whenever you’re ready. I’m not gonna come knocking at your door, so don’t wait up.”

“You want...me? To come knockin’?” He asked, blinking at him. He would never be able to do that. Of course, he wouldn’t tell Sniper that, but Scout knew himself well enough to know that he would never grow the balls or guts to go after a man, seeking sex.

“Well you don’t... Aw jeez.” Sniper cursed again, scratching the back of his head and looking away. “You don’t have ta’ take is so literally. You can, uh, signal me if you like.”

Scout bit down on his thumb nervously, picking at the skin with his front teeth. Signal him? Signal him how?

“J –just do that, then.” Sniper shrugged, his eyes now lowered to Scout’s mouth.

“Bite my thumb?” He asked, pulling it out and blushing at the string of saliva that followed.

“Yeah.” Sniper gulped. “That.”

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed loudly. It made Scout nervous, but he couldn’t help but feel a little better about all of this. Sniper wanted him. It felt odd to think of it that way, but the man was staring at him with hazy eyes and heavy breaths. Scout felt naked and not because Sniper was undressing him with eyes. He had never been looked at in that way before and he wasn’t even sure if he was enjoying it or not. But Scout knew it was time for him to leave when Sniper’s tongue darted out, licking at his chapped lips.

Oh God, Scout thought. He had to get out. He needed a shower. A very, very, cold shower.
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The showers were empty. No one really took one on ceasefire days, seeing as no one got dirty either. However, Scout felt quite dirty at the moment, in every single way possible.
He shed his clothes and threw them away on one of the benches. He turned the shower on, without even touching the handle marked ‘hot’. He needed to cool down. This was ridiculous. As much as he hated the higher ups, they made a very valid point this time. He was sexually frustrated, enough to be turned on at the sight of his teammate ogling him.

He let the freezing water wash over him, hoping that the flesh between his legs would lose its hardness. Jacking off was not an option, especially in the showers where anyone could walk in. He hated this. He hated how hard he had gotten in that perch, without even needing the man to touch him. The look in his eyes was all it took.

He was in the middle of taking in a deep breath when he felt two strong hands grasp his shoulders and shove him into the wall.

“Did you really think, lapin, that you could escape me so easily?” The man hissed into his ear.

Scout couldn’t entirely see his attacker, but the gloved hands and the French accent spoke for themselves.

Spy’s body was pressed against him. His strong, wet chest stuck to his shoulders and pushed him against the cool tiled wall.

“What the fuck are you –hah!” Scout shuddered as Spy bucked his hips upwards. The man’s body was cold, except for the head of his throbbing cock that ran up and down his lower back in a wet, warm line with every thrust of his hips.

“Did you really think, that giving away a mere piece of paper with my name on it, would stop me from having my way with you?”

Scout pressed his head against the wall, biting down on his tongue and whimpering. His entire body shook, scared and cold. This is not happening, he shouted in his head, now of all times! His body hadn’t calmed down yet and the Spy could see it, how hard he was, he knew he could see it.

Scout felt a gloved hand slowly make its way down his back and around his torso. The touch was soft, almost gentle and felt foreign because of the glove. The hand continued its way, pushing away the wetness as it glided along Scout’s bare skin. The other hand reached out to the back of his neck and a single finger ran a trail all the way down his spine, milking out as many shivers as possible.

Scout tried to escape, but his body was pushed roughly against the wall , the man’s front even tighter against his back. The Scout gasped as he felt Spy’s cock lodge itself between his cheeks, the hot precum mixed with the cold water running down his own thigh.

“Stop!” He tried to shove, but the Spy was stronger.

“Tell me something petit.” He whispered straight into his ear. “How did you make the Engineer trade with you, hm?”

The hand, now resting on his stomach, slowly made its way down and stopped right where the penis started.

“Watch.” The Spy purred into his ear, his lips pressed against the shell. “Watch and I won’t take your virginity.”

Scout’s breath sped up as his head was shoved downward. Scout opened his eyes and was met with a fairly feminine gloved hand pressed against the base of his still throbbing member. The bastard... he probably thought he was hard because of him.

Scout was about to pull away again when he saw the fingers curl back into his palm, with the exception of the index. That finger pressed down and moved upwards, leaving a dry trail that was quickly wetted again by the still running water.

Scout gasped loudly.

When the finger reached the tip, the rest of the fingers unfurled and wrapped themselves around the head.

“Bastard, let go.” The Scout snapped breathlessly . “Stop –mmph!”

To his surprise, Spy did let go, but only to bring his hand to the boy’s mouth. The tips of his fingers pressed against his tongue, keeping his jaw hanging open.

“Bite.” He ordered.

Scout obeyed and watched in shock as the Spy slid his hand out of the glove, leaving the fabric between his teeth. Scout could almost taste himself on the leather and spit out, disgusted.

Before he could retort, the now ungloved hand found its way back to its original spot. The warm hand did not move once it was wrapped around Scout once again. It stayed in place, keeping a firm grip, as the thumb crept up to the tip, running and sliding itself over the slit.

“Ah, shit!” The Scout moaned in a mix of pleasure and anger.

“Stop it, you sick fuck.”

“Stop? Are you sure?”

In one swift but rough movement, Spy spun him around, so that they were face to face in every single way.

Scout was met with a pair of cold grey eyes staring right through him. Spy had kept his mask on and the whole thing looked a bit kinky, seeing as he was completely naked. The two men took the time to stare the other down. Spy’s strong chest was moving fast, the muscles clenching at unclenching rapidly. Scout followed the light sprinkle of hair on his chest, leading all the way down to his stomach and then trailing over to his manhood. God, Spy was huge.

The Frenchman caught him staring an grinned like a predator that had its prey between its claws. All he had to do was lean in slightly and their slick, glistening heads rubbed against each other, making deliciously wet noises.

“Fuuuuuck.” The Scout drawled, his eyes rolled back into his head.

“See? I am much better than the firebug you wanted to fuck so badly.” The man whispered, licking a trail over his collarbone.

They were barely touching at all and the Scout was ready to blow his load. Only his tongue and his tip were actually coming in contact with him, but all he wanted to do was pull the man closer, just for the feel of it, nothing else.

“I –I didn’t.” Scout whimpered. “It was Engie.” He had to force the words because every time he seemed to open his mouth, involuntary moans would slip out.

Scout felt the Frenchman’s body go rigid. His tongue pulled away and so did his cock. And just like that, all the warmth was gone.

“Explain.” He demanded.

Scout shut his eyes, unable to look at his teammate.

“Engie came to my room earlier and asked for the trade. He was... persistent. He -he really wanted you for some reason.” The Scout squeaked out the last sentence.

“I see... but why?”

“I don’t know, man! Please just... leave me alone.” Scout whimpered again, turning away from the Spy, which could have been a mistake all in itself

“Very well.” Spy cleared his throat. “I’ll be off then. I have a laborer to take care of.” He said. The Scout heard his footsteps start and then stop. “Oh, and petit? I will be taking a rain check.”

Scout listened to the man leave and held his breath up until he heard the door shut behind him.

“Fuckin’ hell...” Scout groaned, looking down at his rock hard member. Not even gallons of frozen water would get that thing to come down now. Scout even considered going back out to find Sniper, but after the way Spy had touched him, he couldn’t help but feel a bit dirty doing that. Hell, he felt dirty now!

He reached out around himself and ran a finger across his lower back, picking up whatever was left of the precum. Scout held his now dirtied hand in front of him and couldn’t help the heat that shot through his cock. He would never admit it to anyone, but Spy’s hand were just... the flesh between his legs twitched at the mere thought of his hands, gloved or not, running all over him.

Amazing. That’s how it felt. Just amazing.

But Scout did not regret the trade. There was always Sniper, with his big , strong hands and they had a signal too. A signal, Scout pondered, that could maybe be used more than once.

The plot thickens.

The plot thickens. Among other things.

Scout abuse, Pryo/Scout, Engineer/Spy, and even more sex than we bargained for? Do go on.

I'm so sorry I ever doubted you.

Things are gettin' interesting...

Oh my god! My dick!

moaaaaaar

NEED. MORE. THIS

Very nice. I'm looking forward to anymore partner trades you may have in store for us!

Whoops, there go my panties.
Well done, author. You know how to get your audience riled up.

I just slid out of my chair. The glove biting. Hrngh.

Also, what a love for switching up the pairings a bit. I am pleased with this turn of events.

Oh my god. Hnnnnng. It's only Scout abuse so far and it's already fucking hot.

I love this so much. I look forward to more! :D

Engineer and Spy


thank god for that 8)

Changes because people were tired of typical pairings? Get over it, but I very much like the idea of switches even though I would not mind the typical pairing. The writing is delicious and everyone seems in character dead on, I am a happy camper in my bunk.

>>37
He had planned the switches from the beginning, judging by >>20

>>38

From what it looks like nobody even thought about that and started to cry their 'disappointment'. The author only bended over to do so more faster to turn that cheek of supposed criticism. Random hat draw? It is a title and the gist of it, but the pairings go off of the author's thoughts and likes, unless the person is willing to go out of the way of popular pairings in this fandom. But, there always people bent wanting to see something different like the men humping their guns instead.

I say just be happy or do not bother. At least the writing is good, there is a supposed plot, and porn to settle the hungry deviants on this site...

>>39

And I say don't be patronizing about readers who offer concrit in a site that is supposed to offer concrit. Since your stance is "be happy or do not bother," why did you bother to comment about your dislike for other readers' opinions?

Ffs. Even when the author can take criticism with maturity and uses it to write a better story, still somebody will whine that some people care enough about their reading material and/or writing to try and improve it.

40 Opinions on the story are not concrit. Either they write the story well, or they don't. The story can be whatever they chose, we can't change what happens in it if we don't like it, its their story.
If they present they story improperly, like by overusing words and if the plot had holes and such, THAT'S what needs concrit.
That's like reading a fic about zombies and saying "i dislike that there are zombies in this story, they kill and it makes me uncomfortable. if you removed it this story would be better"

Read the story and deal with what happens in it. If the writing gets wonky or if things don't make sense, then that's when you insert criticisms.
What >>39 is saying is that people went and assumed what the story was going to be, and when they figured out that it wasn't then they criticized it as if it were bad that it wasn't what they expected.

People need to learn how to differentiate opinion and constructive criticism. He's not saying that sharing your opinions on the story are wrong, but just don't try to pass it off as something that would make the story better.

On the contrary, opinions on the story are very much concrit. They are not concrit about the writing, but are concrit about the plot. Both plot and writing constitute the story, therefore providing criticism for the plot can help the author make the story better.

In this case, the criticism was that the plot was too predictable (all the pairings were the most common ones), and didn't take advantage of its potential (basically, the "They Wasted a Perfectly Good Plot" trope). They are perfectly valid complaints.

Yes, people jumped to conclusions. So what if they did? People are not mind-readers, they have to form their opinions based on what they can see. They pointed out that the plot would be far more interesting if the author shook things up a bit by writing more unusual pairings, and they were right.

<i>That's like reading a fic about zombies and saying "i dislike that there are zombies in this story, they kill and it makes me uncomfortable. if you removed it this story would be better"</i>

Oh please, spare me the strawman arguments. What you described is complaining about a story's <i>genre,</i> not its plot.

What happened here is more like reading a fic about zombies and saying "I dislike that, out of the original group, the survivors were all the most bland characters, while the more interesting characters were killed off before they could do anything exciting."

Hum, that may have sounded a bit confusing because story can refer both to just the plot and to the whole work.

My point is that opinions on the events of a story (aka the plot) are just as much valid concrit as opinions on the writing.

A fanfiction can have fantastic prose, but it will still suck if the plot is a collection of clichè and missed opportunities.

>>41 Personal opinions are only non-constructive to authors who don't know how to interpret feedback constructively. It helps if you stop making up ridiculous excuses to disqualify criticism.


Anyway, I really don't mind that the ships in this story are very typical. Yes, the drawing results struck me as being very convenient, but I never honestly expected the author to actually pull names out of a hat. I saw the "sex hat" device as being meant to break a glass ceiling and get the team evaluating each other as more than teammates, rather than as the framework of a random prompt challenge, so I wasn't exactly disappointed.
That said, while I do like the idea of using the sex hat to set standard ships to sail, I think it could have been done without the obviously non-random random drawings. You could have started with random-seeming drawings, and from there let people barter and seduce their way to more compatible partners as they start thinking and learning about each other from a sexual perspective.

>>41 and >>44

Took the words right out of my mouth and explained it much better than >>39. Now if only <<42 would understand.....Doubt it though.

...You agree with both >>41 and >>44 even though >>44 said the opposite thing as >>41?

Btw, I like this story, and I'm looking forward to the next chapter. Which is why I was disappointed to find that the latest bump wasn't a new chapter, but your passive-aggressive comment. Next time, sage.

46 What >>44 said was not the opposite of what I said.

Opinions are not constructive criticism, but i was wrong by saying they couldn't be constructive at all. >>44 pointed that out. Whether or not whats being shipped is what you want does not make it any less better of a story. That is just your OPINION. This can be constructive to the writer only if they share the same opinion, but that still does not ultimately make it any better for everyone.

What >>44 said after "anyways" is where >>45 me, >>39 and >>37 are looking at it. You say that the ships are common in the fandom, so the story isn't as exciting as it could have been. People who are relatively new, or are yet to become so used to the idea of these "common" ships would not think any otherwise of the story.

Opinions are not constructive criticism, but i was wrong by saying they couldn't be constructive at all.

Fair enough.

Whether or not whats being shipped is what you want does not make it any less better of a story. That is just your OPINION. This can be constructive to the writer only if they share the same opinion, but that still does not ultimately make it any better for everyone.

In other words, what you are saying is that the author should be open to to advice and think it over, but ultimately must make their own decisions and stick with them even if their readers disagree, right? Did I understand you correctly?

But the thing is, for that to happen, it's necessary that the readers express their opinions to begin with. The stance "be happy or do not bother" directly contradicts the idea that readers should speak out about things they don't like.

I never meant to say that the author must change their vision to match their readers'.

(Though, admittedly, I should have made that clearer. Re-reading my comments now, I can see how I could have given that impression).

But there should be an exchange of opinions between readers and authors. Feedback about both plot and writing. After that, the author makes an informed decision about whether to modify their work or not.

My original reply to >>39 was basically "you have no right to tell the readers that they can't express their opinions to the author."

I've been reading a few books about writing and I can't remember which one this is from, but I think it can be applied here. The author wrote that "if you don't care about what other people think of your writing, you should just lock the manuscript in a safe deposit box like J.D. Salinger."

I think that just by posting their work here, the author is opening themself up to feedback and criticism.

48 I agree there should always be a share of opinion. Its very important. But if you re-read my post, I say that. Remember?
"People need to learn how to differentiate opinion and constructive criticism. He's not saying that sharing your opinions on the story are wrong, but just don't try to pass it off as something that would make the story better."
My first post, >>41 is just clarifying what he said; That you shouldn't treat your opinion as if it were to make the story ultimately better, not "don't share your opinion and deal with it".
"share your opinions, but if the story isn't what you wish it were, doesn't mean it would be any better of a story if it was"

I apologize to everyone for arguing and unnecessarily stretching the page. Truly sorry.

Y'all need to calm down. You're not even critiquing the story at this point; you're critiquing the critique, and somebody's not saging, so I keep thinking the fic updated when instead it's more silly squabbling.

I want the non-OP posters to leave. Clogging up an otherwise fine thread.

I know. I'm genuinely sorry. Honest to goodness sorry. I understood how silly the thing the discussion was over a while back but I continued anyway. I shouldn't have said anything and now I feel ashamed and please OP update and wash this whole conversation away while i go hide in a trash bin ok yes bye

I'm not disappointed by the stereotypical couples setup in this so much as by the fact that it's already degenerated into the stereotypical, "effeminate, naiive Scout is menaced by sinister, overpowering Spy and comforted by manly Sniper" schlock that makes up 100% of all fics involving the pairing of these three characters in one form or another. Having Spy incessantly referring to Scout as "lapin" and "petit" and asserting that he "will have him, no matter what" just compounds the creepy unpleasantness of the whole scenario. How old is Scout, again? Because it seems grossly out of character for him to squeal and squirm and be overpowered by a scrawny Frenchman without even putting up much of a fight. Barf.

Cant wait for the next update~

>>54
This. Especially since Spy just seems to being all creepy for no reason and Scout isn't really resisting as much as he could. Not saying that all rape encounters are the kind where the victim has to be restrained by violent force, but it doesn't seem in Scout's nature to just whimper quietly and take it for no reason other than SPY SAMA IS JUST TOO STRONG~~~~ *leswoonpf*

That, and "No, no, yes, yes!" instances of rape in stories tend to annoy me. I had to stop reading the shower scene halfway through because it was starting to make me sick to my stomach.

Spoilered for triggering substance. It kind of hurt to type it.

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>>54
degenerated into the stereotypical, "effeminate, naiive Scout is menaced by sinister, overpowering Spy and comforted by manly Sniper" schlock yang Draws mainly effeminate, cross-dressing medics.
Oh man, that's rich.

Thank god I'm not a mod else I'd suspend the lot of you for being dumb fucktwats. Bitching about the un-randomness and then trying to argue it as "real crit" makes you look like spoiled little shits. Boo-fucking-hoo, it's mainly established pairings. Then get the hell out of the thread if the pairings didn't live up to your expectations. Authors tend to write for themselves, not you. Unless you're paying the author, then kindly shut the fuck up. I wouldn't be surprised if the author jumped ship due to your asinine drivel, nor would I have to blame them. Honestly, the mods are slacking as this shit should have been locked 25-30 posts ago and allowed the author a chance to repost it in another thread while keeping an eye on it so more of this retardedness didn't rear its helmet-wearing head.

Reporting for lock. Hope the author is still hanging around and has the courage to repost.

>>58 Holy shit, calm down. I agree that the conversation has gone on for way too long without actual story, and I really hope the author isn't scared away and comes back, but there's no need to get nasty.

It makes me sad on the inside that I find a fanfic that I was honestly enjoying, and to come back and find this.

Please, OP, ignore these posters. You're story is very well written and I, along with others, are patiently awaiting your next installment; which I am sure will be very enjoyable. Don't be scared off by these morons.

Also, if you are going to post, please sage. I am tired of seeing this being bumped up and coming on to find that it is more dribble.

>>58

Derailing the thread, white-knighting, (complete with the "omg unless you're paying for it you can't complain!") AND begging the mods to lock the thread in the same post? You're really something else!

I hate to break it to you, but my complaint is still valid. This story is painfully generic so far, and while I enjoy drawing titillating pictures of the Medic willingly dressing in drag, [block]hey, are you paying me to draw? har har[block] I'm still entitled to have opinions on what is realistic or unrealistic character behavior in a fanfic.

still, yang, people like what they like and honestly, this isn't at all poorly written. it may be 'generic' in your eyes, but it's certainly not unusual or insufficient. at least not to me, and not to many others as it would seem.
i'm not claiming the typical "i'm right because people agree with me" or anything. just saying that this certainly isn't something to get worked up about. especially if you have interests that others could find repulsive to their tastes as well. that applies to everyone no matter who you are or what you like.
i don't like when people feel the need to comment about how someone is portraying a characters' sexuality. i never get mad when a soldier is portrayed as strictly dominant throughout a whole story then get's randomly bf'd and enjoys it. and i've never heard any complaints about that either. these characters are still perfectly in character, and a response to a sexual situation (especially if you are a virgin) is highly unpredictable.
anyway, tl;dr, everyone just relax and enjoy, or relax and find something else which suits your tastes.
and to the author: i really hope you aren't disheartened by any of this.

I'd say this is quite a fair comment. I think Yang is getting a bit worked up over a first time posted fanfic. If its not you cup of tea, then just go find something else. We were all new once, and we have learnt to improve in one way or another. I wouldn't be surprised if the author has been scared off after all this. Please don't cut it off right there, me (and a lot of other people) are enjoying this. Please continue~

Learn to SAGE! Was hoping for an update, but no, it's just some other twit on the internet giving their two cents over something that should have stopped a long time ago, knock it off.

For the love of god, what is wrong with people and not saging this week?

PLEASE type "sage" into the email box if you are not the OP (and if it has been a few days since the update).

Are we seriously still arguing about this?

I decided to read this thread because i was horny and why not? So I'm reading and I'm really excited because wow porn of my favorite pairings I'm really excited wow!! Sure it wasn't random to us, but it was random to the characters and look, the OP even took a page from people replying and switched things up a bit!
So I notice there's quite a few posts left and surprise! Arguments about a resolved issue and angry oldfags complaining about how generic the writing is without telling OP what they can improve. (hint: you can express your opinion about someone's writing AND provide concrit in the same post who knew??)
And suddenly it's the bottom of the thread and I've been left with no porn to enjoy because everyone's mixed signals probably scared off the OP for good.
Touching story right

everyone just shut up and wait for op dammit

Everyone, please calm your tits! I'm rather new here, and I would appreciate it if people wouldn't just yell; "LEARN TO SAGE, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH. If someone could so KINDLY tell me how to "sage" properly, then maybe we could all get along a bit better. I don't really understand how it works. Do I just simply type Sage in the email field and that's it?

>>69

Yes. Type
sage lowercase, no quotations, into the e-mail field. >>65 actually told you how to do this.

captcha: rogettt garrison

Secret character? haha.

I have been silently watching this fix for a while, it makes people sad when you don't sage, been waiting for an update for who knows how long.. Well what's done is done; can't change it now. So excited for an update! Keep up the fantastic work!

captcha: ngevan copernicus

Secret character? haha.

I have been silently watching this fix for a while, it makes people sad when you don't sage, been waiting for an update for who knows how long.. Well what's done is done; can't change it now. So excited for an update! Keep up the fantastic work!

I have been silently watching this fic for a while, it makes people sad when you don't sage, been waiting for an update for who knows how long.. Well what's done is done; can't change it now. So excited for an update! Keep up the fantastic work!

When is this going to be updated? I'm dying here, DYING to know!

captcha says; BONIN ybearli... Bonin' ya, Bearly! (I'm totally boning with Heavy. That's what this captcha is implying. Rock on.)

Awwwwh... This thread is so long I thought there would be more more of the story itself... Anyway, PLEASE continue this soon. It's simply wonderful and the humor is fantastic, to say the least!

I kid you not... i just cried.

Are you serious. Please lurk a bit more and remember to sage.

Disappointment beyond words

i just fuckin died a little inside. is it that fuckin hard to sage? seriously.

My god.. Normally I don't mind so much the occasional forget-to-sage as it's only been a few days, but seriously dude, you just.. you led me on, and crushed my dreams! I check this thing for updates twice a day(possibly more). When I saw it near the top, I was so excited!

Then.. Just...


I love this story so so much, it is so fabulous I can't stand it! I am eagerly awaiting a new chapter(I hope the author hasn't forgotten about this!) And then, you come along..

I am quite disappointed anon. The first thing you learn on here is basically, 'sage or die' when commenting on an old fic. I have known this from day one.

Guys.. Just.. learn to sage!!! ARGH! (also, better sage than sorry)

...
If this doesn't work I will be so embarised.

This is my first comment and even I know how to sage. I mean the instructions are everywhere. Just type sage into the email slot yes?

Anyway awesome fic, even if it is staged.

I really hope the author continues because I don't know when this was last updated...

Come back OP! We love you! We promise!

Hi! OP here! Just wanted to let you know that I am still writing this story and the new chapter will be up any time this week since a lot of you seemed worried.
Thank you :)

Words cannot describe how happy I am now

Thank goodness!

Praise the sun!

I was fully prepared to let a loose a barrage of insults at the anon that dared to get my hopes up again, but I'm glad to see that it wasn't another false alarm. Glad to see that you weren't discouraged Unlucky-charm. I really am.

Huzzuh!
Also, I think everybody in this thread would do well to re-read the moderator's note, particularly the part that says:

"any one who only comments to reprimand someone for not saging will be banned from the text boards for a short period of time on the grounds of inciting unnecessary drama."

Really looking forward to the next chapter Unlucky-Charm!

OP, we should get married and have many leetle children we will dress up in helmets and give nerf guns.

>>89 I will cater the reception with leetle sandviches. Please do so.

Content; thank the powers that be! [Insert all commenters' statements worshiping the OP and being thankful for the update]

So... It's nearly Sunday...

OP, you still watching over us?
We need you.
Tf god?

As promised

Part 4

Medic sat in his office, pretending to go over his paperwork. He didn’t really have any. How could he? He wasn’t an actually doctor and it wasn’t like he was going to keep a medical journal where his only patients were nine gruff and very stupid mercenaries.

Yes... how very stupid indeed.

He couldn't believe they had dragged him into this mess. Ha! Sex hat, he snorted. Only a herd of fools would actually agree to such a thing. But that’s what they were after all; a herd of fools.

They didn't understand. They couldn’t understand! No one could.
He had managed to keep these feelings down for so long. They were wrong, improper... sinful. A good man should never think of such things. Hell, any sane human being should not have to suffer this want. But now, this Sex Hat business had brought these desires flowing straight back like a huge wave, slamming into him and awakening flames of need he had put out long ago. And the impact had been huge.

Heavy would be perfect, of course. He met his preferences with terrifying accuracy, but would he be willing?

Ha! Medic snorted sarcastically at the impossible thought.

Years ago, he had wondered if he could get rid of these carnal desires once and for all by simply quenching his thirst for them. However, something deep inside him burned strong and that alone told him that that would not be the case if he chose that path.

He was disgusted with himself and the way his body reacted unusually to certain things. The doctor pushed the ideas down every time they were invoked involuntarily. It had happened the first time he saw the man’s blood. He could not ignore the tightening of his trousers as he ran a scalpel smoothly down his broad chest, releasing the liquid scarlet from its muscular prison.

A shudder ran through his body. What were he to do? He could not face the Russian now, at least without trying something he would surely regret, let alone succeed at.

Yes, the Heavy could not be tied down unless he allowed himself to be. Medic was larger than most men he knew, but the Heavy was a completely different story. Question was, would he be willing to take advantage of the trust the Russian had so carelessly given to him?

The doctor was not a bad man, by nature, but he definitely was a sick one. If Heavy were to lay himself in front of him, his guards down, Medic knew very well he would not be able to resist. He would hurt him and ruin everything.

There was a loud knock at the door.

“Doktor?”

“Scheisse.”
/
/

Dinner had been awkward. Barely anyone had shown up, but Engineer was hungry and didn’t give a damn about anybody’s insecurities. If they felt uncomfortable sitting with each other, that was their problem. He sat at a table alone and observed his teammates from underneath his goggles. Demoman, Sniper and Pyro were the only ones in the room. Demo and the firebug were sharing some friendly laughs. They were probably the only two who hadn’t distanced themselves from each other since the draw. Engineer respected that. He had been lucky enough to be paired up with a close friend and hoped that whatever they ended up doing wouldn’t affect that relationship.
Sniper sat alone, he always did, but there was something sad about seeing him all by himself in an already empty room. Engineer wolfed down his food and joined the Australian.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He tried for a conversation.

“You don’t even wanna know, mate.” He chuckled humourlessly and went back to playing with his plate of food.

“Scout givin’ ya’ trouble?”

“Nah... Spy, on the other hand...”

“Yeah? What’s he doin’ that’s so bad?”

“Existing.” The man grumbled, running a hand over his face.
Engineer laughed and patted his back.

“I wish I could trade like you did.”

“You heard about that?” Had Scout blabbed already?

“He was real pissed about it from what I saw. Storming in and out of rooms and all.” The Sniper finally unglued his eyes from his plate and arched a brow at the Texan. “He thought it was Scout’s doin’, I think, but then he found out this was all your plan.”

“And how do you know that?”

“He left the showers shouting about labourers and then was followed by a paper white Scout.” He snorted. “Kind of felt bad for the kid.”

Engineer narrowed his eyes at him. He wasn’t sure if he could accuse him of eavesdropping or if the Sniper was plain observant. The information he had just been kind enough to share concerned him and the Sniper still seemed very distracted. He obviously still had something on his chest.

“Listen buddy, if that spook is bothering you –“

“Mate, I don’t even know what you see in the bloke, but I don’t think I wanna know.” He paused and took a deep breath. “I don’t know what the bastard’s got planned for me and I’m not sure if I should be planning something myself...”

“Scout?”

“Yeah, Scout. He’s... well I doubt he’s ever done anything like that and... I just don’t know.”

Engineer waited for a moment, because he felt like Sniper needed one. There seemed to be something more behind this Scout business, but he wasn’t sure about asking any further questions.

“At least you saved him for the Spy...”

“My pleasure.”

“Right.” He eyed him suspiciously.

There was a long silence that stretched on for a while until Engineer found something new to talk about.

“You think they’re all up there because...?”

“Nah, no one’s done it yet.” Sniper said and finally pushed his plate of goo away from him. “Everyone’s waiting for another pair to go first, make the move.”

Engie was starting to realise how long he had actually spent locked up in his workshop. The higher ups had given them a few days off and he had spent the first two working on his babies. Had no one seriously done it yet? What were they even up to all this time?

“Well,” Engineer stood up and stretched. “good luck, buddy. I’m out.”

“See ya’ Truckie.”
/
/

Engineer went back up to his work station to check if all his machines were turned off before heading on off to bed. He wasn’t tired after such a calm day, but it was getting late and with his luck, tomorrow will hold a new battle, requiring his full energy.

He hadn’t expected to bump into anyone in the hallway, let alone his station, but there Soldier was, doing some intense chin ups on the metal bar Engineer had installed about a year ago. When he saw Engineer enter, he dropped down and marched up to him, standing straight and proud like the military man he was.

“Word on the street is that you’re in the trade business now.” He said, suspiciously.

“Solly, what street? We are nine people on this damn base.”

“Are you questioning my authority, private?” He asked, getting all up in Engineer’s face.

The Texan was too distracted to reply.

Soldier’s broad chest rose and fell slowly. His white wife beater had become see through from the amount of sweat it was drenched in. Every peck, every abdominal muscle and his delicious hip bones were bulging and poking out through the fabric that clung so very tightly to his torso. His thick arms looked like they were sculpted out of stone and in detail, with every single vain carved into his skin. His jaw was set and his blue eyes were burning through him with intensity. Sweat dripped down the side of his face and Engineer groaned inwardly, wishing he could run his tongue over that wetness.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself, private?”

“Solly...” Engineer said breathlessly, running his tongue over his chapped lips. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are right now?”

A bright crimson blush crept up the man’s face in a mix of anger and embarrassment.

“Wh... WHAT!?” He shouted, outraged and still holding himself straight and rigid.

“Oh please.” Engineer rolled his eyes. “All sweaty in my workshop, waitin’ for me in a wet tank top stickin’ to ya’ like you’re made o’ honey. You planned this, didn’t ya’?” He grinned devilishly and took a daring step forward.

“I most certainly did not!”

“Mmhmm...” Engineer crossed his arms over his chest. He didn’t believe it for a second and he was making sure Soldier knew that.

“Watch yourself private. I –“

“You only call me ‘private’ when you’re mad at me.” The Texan reduced the distance between them. Raising his arm cautiously, he ran the side of his index finger over that perfect jaw line, feeling the stubble through his gloves. “You know I would never trade you, Solly.”

He was sweet-talking his way out of this situation. Engineer knew that Soldier was more mad about the fact that he bent his rules than the fear of being traded off.

“Besides,” He continued, “YOU picked MY name...” He leaned in and barely brushed his lips over his ear. “You’re the boss of me, sir.”

He could hear a groan being suppressed at the bottom of Soldier’s throat and now he made it his objective to milk it out. He wanted to hear him; desperate, wanting, needing... He made Soldier believe he had control over him, that power had clearly turned him on. Truth was, Engineer had Soldier in the palm of his hand.

He was so close to him, his scent invaded his nostrils, a smell of sweat and manly musk. He could hear his breathing hitch and shakily start again over and over. The effect he had on him was very, very powerful and just as obvious.

“Relax.” He breathed against the damp skin, as if he was talking to the muscles themselves.

“Don’t.” Soldier said, as commanding as ever.

Engineer paused in the action of running his mouth over that delicious neck and slowly pulled away.

“Solly... No one’s done anything yet. Your men are lost in this domain, they need some kind of push. Make the first move, set the example.” He leaned in dangerously close, his mouth almost on his.

“Take the lead.” He breathed and was about to close the distance when he felt strong hands clasp over his shoulders, spinning his around and slamming him up against a broken sentry.

“I’ve never done this before.” He muttered huskily. “Not with a man, at least.”

Engineer grinned. He felt those hands travel down, gripping him by his hips tightly.

“You could start by kissin’ me if ya’ like.” Engineer shrugged.

“What?! That’s how ladies should be treated not...” He ran his hesitant gaze over the shorter man’s body. “... you.”

“Well, you’re sure holdin’ me like one.” He pointed out, glancing at the fingers wrapped around the bottom of his waist.

“That’s –I...” Soldier took a very deep breath and set his gaze firmly on his teammate’s face. He arched a brow inquisitively at him, a look that no one often saw on the man with his helmet in the way. “Kiss you. You’re sure.”

“Yeah, never done it before?”

“Of course I have! I just... I don’t know if there’s something I’m supposed to be doing differently here –“

A quick peck not only silence him, but stunned him a good deal as well. The kiss, if it could even be called that, was like a tiny electric shock to his mouth.

“Nothin’ different.”

“Hm. Okay. For our men.” Soldier stated, but it sounded more like a nervous question.

“Yeah sure, for our men.” He grinned again. “I’m all yours.”
Soldier’s cool eyes lit up and began to burn with need. He seemed to have that reaction whenever Engineer gave himself to him. The possessive bastard...

Soldier’s lips parted as he reached out and grasped Engineer’s large jaw in his palm. His hands were rugged, but the skin was soft. He held his face roughly between his fingers, squeezed a bit and pulled.

Soldier took hold over Engineer’s lower lip between his own and sucked hard. The Texan responded immediately, kissing back.
Making out with a man was a completely different experience. There was no softness, nothing gentle about it, only rough, unshaven skin, rubbing against each other. Engineer pushed in trying to take over, but Soldier pushed harder. The height difference was in his favour.

“Don’t push, Engie. You’re not going to win this.” He growled against the other’s mouth. Huh, Engineer smiled, no more ‘private’.

“Do ya’ really think I’m gonna let you top?”

He was, but the consequences of lying to him might turn out to be fun.

“I’m not giving you a choice.” He whispered slowly, followed by a low, growling complaint telling him to stop stalling.
They resumed the kissing for a few seconds until Soldier bit down on his swollen lower lip and pulled on it.

“Open your mouth.” He ordered when he let go.

Engineer took that as a warning and was not surprised when he felt Soldier’s wet, hot tongue invading his mouth. The Texan moaned, giving in and letting Soldier lead. He reached down and cupped his hands over his teammate’s. He wanted him to let go of his waist. He was tired of standing at arm’s length of each other. He wanted to feel that chest on his, those arms around him and those pants that hung oh so very low... he wanted them off.

“We ain’t in 8th grade no more, you can touch me a bit you know.” Engineer’s usual calm drawl had picked up a certain urgency. He needed him closer. The higher ups were right; he was definitely hornier than he could ever remember being. It had been building up for a while now and Engineer was ready to lose control. The more this foreplay stretched on, the more desperate he would become.

Soldier complied without question. He did not say a word, for once, but that was only because his mouth was much busier with something else. He did not let go of his waist, but he did step closer and rubbed his front against Engineer’s. The bulges brushed up against each other and the two Americans moaned in unison.

Soldier’s lips traveled south, kissing down the man’s chin and biting and licking at his neck. He nipped at the soft skin and flicked his tongue over his jugular.

“Damn it...” Engineer breathed as he let his head fall back.

“Solly... take it off.” He tugged at the tank top, secretly hoping it would just rip off and Soldier wouldn’t have to detach himself from him, not even for a second.

He dug his hands underneath the shirt and pushed it upwards until all the material was bunched up over Soldier’s collarbones. The sight that lay before his eyes made something twitch with longing in his pants. God, he needed this so badly. He wanted every bit of him; the pack of 6 bulging abdominal muscles, the strong pecks that formed the most delicious looking chest Engineer had ever laid eyes on and he even wanted the light sprinkle of hair that darkened as it headed south, forming a trail that disappeared underneath the hem of his pants.

“Stop drooling.” He ordered as he removed the tank top completely. “There. Now it’s your turn.”

Engineer did stop drooling but did not even make a move to remove his clothes. Instead, the Texan decided on something a bit bolder and dropped to his knees, now perfectly level to that trail of hair that had drawn his attention.

“Don’t move.” He ordered for once and hooked his fingers into the front belt loops of his pants to hold him in place. He dared a quick glance at his partner and smirked when he saw how his expression seemed to be torn between, anger, disapproval, fear and raw need.

Without letting go of the loops, he slipped the rest of his fingers into the hem of his underwear. Now that he had a good grip on the remaining clothing, he spared Soldier one last warning smile before pulling down hard and letting the clothes pool around his feet.

“That’s what happens when you don’t wear a belt.” He breathed huskily against the glistening pink head. His warm breath washed over the wetness and Engineer actually saw Soldier shiver.

The smell of manhood had hit him hard and he couldn’t help but feel a certain satisfaction when he saw how very wet Soldier’s cock already was. Hmmm, he looked good. Hot, wet and pretty damn huge.

Engineer took hold of Soldier and brought him up to his mouth. He pressed the tip against his lips, feeling the precum running out of the slit. The feel of his lips was soon replaced by his tongue, darting out of its confines and running over the underside of the head, where Engineer knew a bundle of nerve lay hidden.

“Shit...” Soldier hissed, baring his teeth as if he was in pain.
From that spot, Engineer swirled his tongue around the tip and then down his length, spreading the liquid and coating his entire member with it. Natural lubricant. Made the job smoother.

He continued his teasing, touching him only with his index finger and the tip of his tongue. With his other hand, he difficulty held Soldier’s hips, which kept thrusting forward, aiming for Engineer’s open mouth.

Soldier growled something indecipherable.

“What was that sweetheart?”

“Take it in.”

“All of it?”

He responded with a very approving guttural sound.

Engineer enveloped Soldier’s dick with his mouth, gliding down to the base and back up the tip in one swift movement. He kissed the head and sucked on it hard, wet noises invading the silent room. Silent room...

Engineer looked up see his partner’s crimson face locked in an expression of pure pleasure while his teeth bore into the skin of his hand, imprisoning any sound or word that threatened to escape against his will.

“Aw, don’t hold back Solly. I wanna hear ya’.”

Soldier looked down and seemed to consider it for a second, but Engineer could see the embarrassment in his eyes and the fierce blush of arousal brushed over his face. He shook his head.

“Please?”

Nothing. Time to try a different approach.

“You know you taste amazing. You’re so big and so –“

Engineer dipped his head low and blew gently on his balls.

“How about now?” He purred and took one into his mouth.

“Fuck.” He heard him gasp.

Engineer smiled against his sack and pushed further in to reach that sweet spot right underneath the genitals. Tentatively, his tapped his tongue on the area and then felt Soldier’s muscles go stiff. Perfect.

He retreated slowly, taking in the sight and scent of him once more. Soldier’s physique was amazing, would make any woman go wild. And even if Engineer had more self control than any women, after all this, he would happily throw himself at Soldier again. Just to feel him... taste him.

He took him into his mouth once more and crept his fingers back to that spot, pressing into the soft, sensitive skin. Engineer took him in deep, the head hitting the back of his throat while his tongue ran straight lines over his length.

“Damn it Engie... oh!”

Engineer pressed harder and with a loud smacking noise, let go of his dick. He was convulsing in his mouth and he wasn’t going to let him come this early.

“Like I said, I’m all yours. You do what you want with me.” He looked up to him and said.

Soldier was breathing heavily. The frustration of being pushed so close to the edge was etched on his face, which made Engineer feel a little bad for the guy.

“Lay down.” He commanded.

“Pardon?”

That got him a well deserved shove, which landed him on his back. All of a sudden, he only saw red, which he soon came to recognize was the belly of his broken sentry. Soldier had trapped him with his own machine.

He crept over him, completely naked, until they were face to face.

“I said lay down.” He repeated, although it was a bit late for that.

“Whatch’a got in mind, Solly?” Engineer grinned. He liked where this was going. He liked how husky Soldier’s voice was and how everything about him made him want to submit and let him have his way.

“You talk too much.” He informed him and smashed his lips to his painfully.

They moaned into each other as Soldier’s bare cock rubbed against the enormous bulge of Engineer’s pants. Soldier began to unbutton the front and pull down on the zipper. Once his fly was open, the man rubbed at the now more prominent bulge, still held in his underwear.

“Take them off.” Soldier ordered and if Engineer wasn’t so insanely aroused, he would continue teasing him as much as he could. He wiggled out of the restraints and Soldier threw them aside, pausing only for a second before demanding the same fate for his shirt.

Soldier lay himself atop the Texan, their cocks rubbing against each other as the two of them ground up and down in unison. The friction and the skin-on-skin feeling was incredible. They gasped and panted into each other’s mouths, their parted swollen lips brushing up against each other.

“Fuck that’s amazing.” Soldier groaned into Engineer’s neck.

“Here...” Engineer took hold of both their cocks, pressing them together in the palm of his hand. He pumped rapidly, their cum and scents mixing together.

“Soldier... go in.” Engineer pleaded. He was almost there, but this wasn’t how he wanted it to happen. He want to feel him inside, these twitches and convulsions echoing through his body instead of just his hand.

He felt him gulp hard. “Are you sure, Engie? If you don’t –“
“Go. In.” He said through clenched teeth. His patience was running out and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold it down.

Soldier hesitated then slipped out of the Texan’s loosened grip. He positioned himself over him, cradling his hips between his legs. His fingers lowered and prodded at Engineer’s entrance. He slipped one in and then a second, scissoring and stretching his hole. He prepared him well, readying him for what was to come. Engineer rode those fingers with need. He couldn’t wait.

The wet head rubbed against the hole, circling it and then gently pushing in. Soldier tried to go slow, but Engineer thrust up, devouring him inside.

“Holy fuck Solly, go all the way in.” Engineer writhed against his teammate.

Soldier pushed in deeper and deeper, angling himself differently with every thrust, trying to find that one place inside of him. As he pushed in and pulled out faster and harder, he felt Engineer’s walls tighten around him. Soldier was not ready for such a move and was not expecting it to feel so amazing. The tightness, the warmth, it was too much.

“Don’t... don’t do that.” He groaned breathlessly.

“What?” Engineer teased despite the haziness of pleasure that was clouding his mind and clenched the muscles again.

“...shit.”

Soldier grabbed Engineer’s legs from the back of his knees and pushed them up to his chest. He drove into him, watching in amazement as Engineer took him entirely in. Their bodies rocked together, the sound of their moans and slick skin slapping invading the room.

“Ah!” Engineer cried, his voice going a pitch higher.

“There it is.” Soldier muttered with a small laugh against Engineer’s lips, parted in surprise.

He hit that spot over and over again, bringing Engineer to his edge and then stopping just in time. It was torture, for the both of them, but just watching his partner’s face contort in such pleasure and hearing him make noises he could never have imagined coming from him made it all worth it.

“Solly...” Engineer sat up on his elbows, bringing his face closer to Soldier’s.

“Come inside.” He whispered, his breath shuddering against Soldier’s ear.

It didn’t take much longer from Soldier to finally push the both of them over the edge. The release was strong and violent, as Soldier exploded into Engineer who trembled underneath. The liquid filled him and then leaked out slowly as Soldier pulled out.

They lay next to each other under the sentry with their hands behind their heads, staring at the underside of the machine with such awe and calmness, they looked like they were stargazing.
/


“Hand me my pants.” Soldier said, once his breath had almost gone back to normal. Almost.

“Leavin’ so soon?” Engineer grinned.

“Do you want the cigar or not?”

They smoked together and it was the best smoke they ever had, for so many different reasons.

“This a big enough push for those maggots?” Soldier asked. His voice had gone back to its usual gruffness and authority.

“I should think so. We could give them another one if it ain’t enough.”

The two turned to each other and Engineer winked.

“Pervert.” Soldier grinned and gave his leg a shove with his own.

“Yeah, yeah. If I weren’t, you’d still be doing chin ups on that bar of yours.” He shoved back.

Soldier chuckled and turned on his side. Engineer couldn’t stop his eyes from taking him in, every inch of him. God, he’d go for another round, no doubt about it.

“Hey. How are they going to know we... did this.”

Engineer grinned and braced himself.

“Scout walked in on us at one point.” He said and tried to suppress a laugh when he saw how wide Soldier’s eyes went.

“Poor kid saw what we were doing, almost fainted.”

“Wha... WHAT!?”

The Texan chuckled at his partner’s reaction and leaned in to place a gentle peck on his parted lips.

“Relax. He’s probably blabbed to everyone by now.”

He had.

so it seems like medic wants to go all stabby... is this going to be light blood play or full on gore?

>>93 Very light. I am not talented enough to pull off sexy gore. XD

AT LAST

That was probably some of the best helmet party I've ever seen, damn.

Oh. My. God. That Engie... That ENGIE! God, how sexy this was, absolutely amazing! Thank you for this, it really made my morning. Monday doesn't seem that bad at all anymore.

I'm not a helmet party fan at all, but that was so well done that it didn't matter. So hot under the collar right now. Ahem.

>>94
To me there is no such thing as sexy gore
can't wait to read more

Wow, I am really enjoying this story. While I love me some gore, sadist!Medic is always best Medic, and I do love how you're writing him, so write away!

Like a previous poster, I'm not usually much a fan of helmet party, but that was.... really, really hot. I am stunned.

...Damn. Please keep writing this. It's just... Aaahhh. <3 GJ, man!